Chapter 1 - Florida Heat
We were vacationing on Florida's west coast when I suggested to Ellen
that she should date others. After 8 years of marriage, we'd had no
serious arguments, but now she was irritated.
We were discussing this a half hour before sunset while we were in our
swim wear, washing our Porsche on the narrow strip of grass separating
the rented house and the beach. She calmed down, then laughed,
convinced that his wasn't a ploy to allow me to fool around. She'd been
so opposed to the suggestion that I was surprised when she finally
caved in, agreeing, "O-kay, Bill. I'll consider it. But it's a dumb
idea."
I breathed liked I'd just run a mile and said, "All I ask is that you
tell me about the dates." She smirked doubtfully, but her eyes were
telling me that her anger had been supplanted by an excited
imagination. Before we'd married, Ellen had been a beach wear and
cosmetics model. A daughter of a Presbyterian minister, she didn't
smoke and had never drunk alcohol. Now, thanks to dieting and Bally,
her measurements were the same as when I'd met her. She's 5'8", has
waist-length black hair, the rare color of brilliant, gray eyes, and a
figure that turns men's heads. Here in her white string bikini, she
looked even more appealing.
The car now shined like new. I was lifting the portable vacuum when we
glanced toward a young blond man, his fist gripping a sketch pad as he
walked up from the beach. He was wearing a light blue button-down shirt
with epaulets and khaki safari slacks. He introduced himself as Greg,
an art student at a local college. He asked directions to a nearby
diner. With his tall, lithe body and tanned face, he looked more like a
surfer than an artist.
Bending to pick up the chamois and her white hip-length terry robe,
Ellen smiled. She was appraising Greg's handsome features. Her nervous
blush looked like an advanced case of sunburn. She tossed me a
quizzical nod. I picked up her cue and grinned toward Greg, "We 's
broad shuttered window. All other lights in the house were now turned
off. The summer heat had allowed us to keep the glass shutters open, so
I could almost everything they said.
I was wondering how she'd handle champagne as I watched her sipping her
half-empty glass. She was curled alongside him on the couch. Their
conversation diminished to whispers and soft laughter. She glanced
beyond the window but was unable to see me in the darkness. Turning to
Greg, she pursed her lips and inquired, "Do you like to dance?" When he
murmured he didn't know how to slow-dance, she offered to teach him. He
accepted. His speech was slurred from the champagne's intoxication.
She turned the dimmer switch. A soft glow bathed the room as she held
out her hand, beckoning him. They swayed together, her cheek brushing
his.
He stroked her hair. He held her a moment after the second song ended,
then turned away to drink the last of his champagne.
Ellen's face was flushed now. Her soft lips trembled with fear she
felt. She pulled his slacks down his long legs, her full lips brushing
his chest and stomach.
The largest member she'd ever seen burst free. She gulped fearfully,
her eyes widened in disbelief.
Now, on her knees and cringing in terrified awe as Greg's long cock
swayed before her, she looked like a sacrificial virgin worshiping at a
serpentine altar.
Shuddering, she licked her crimson lips. Her full pale breasts were
rippling with passion. I could feel the desire radiating between them
as her mouth strained to encircle his shaft that was curving up from
the tuft of blond pubic hair. Ellen was moaning. Her hips were rolling
back and forth like waves on the beach.
Greg gaped at his glistening manhood. The fullness of her lips glided
along its length. As he glanced to the pulsing blue numbers of a shelf-
top's digital clock, he tremored, "What if your husband returns early
from work?"
She muttered, her soft voice quaking, "He won't. He works near Tampa
Bay and won't be home until eight in the morning."
He lifted her from the floor, then lowered her to the couch, tasting
her melon-like breasts. He sucked each firm, reddened nipple until they
stood out like spikes. Her face was burning, her breath hissing like a
radiator.
Ellen pressed her breast's soft ripeness against his face, her cries of
pleasure piercing the room's air. She squeezed his cock, its purple,
bulbous head surging inches beyond the breadth of her small fist.
Mewing in ardor, she had forgotten that I was watching.
I envied Greg's length. My shaft was now as hard as his as I unzipped
and pulled it from my slacks, pumping slowly.
He pushed her trembling legs apart. Her pale coral mound pulsated. I
realized then that she'd shaved her public hair while in the shower.
His lips grazed her swollen clitoris, causing her body to shimmy. She
rotated her smoothness against his mouth as he moved up her pussy, Greg
was immersed in the culmination of their lust. His jaw slackened. His
chest heaved as he looked down on her rolling eyes. He moaned
unintelligible noises I could remember making as a young marine fucking
women who were never as gorgeous as Ellen! I couldn't have imagined
being with a woman that beautiful! A MARRIED woman!
Her body shimmied. Unable to tear her eyes away from the monstrous cock
ramming into her shaved pussy, she cried, "Oh Greg, I LOVE your cock!
God HELP me! I LOVE FUCKING YOU!"
I was drugged with a time-stilling sensation as she rolled, pulling
Greg beneath her.
Straddling him, she slowly impaled herself on his cock, her fiery well
of passion sucking in his long steaming poker.
Gaping at her cuntal folds enveloping his firm manhood as she bucked
against him, Greg murmured, "I love it too, Ellen. I love fucking YOU!"
I now leaned against the window so closely, I could smell the
perspiration steaming from their inflamed bodies. I was stroking my
elongated member in rhythm with my heart, which was thumping like a
sledgehammer. Greg disengaged. Pushing Ellen to her knees on the
carpet, he mounted her from the rear. She reached behind, allowing her
trembling fingers to stroke his length. Feeling his enormous hardness,
she cried out in yearning!
She braced her arms against the carpet, spreading her knees to
accommodate the large tool entering her cunt. She gasped. Her mouth and
eyes widened as he pushed deeper. She was shuddering, aflame with
desire. Her voice quaking, she pleaded, "Oh, JESUS, Greg! GIVE it to
me! I NEED your cock!" With tears streaming down her face, . His hips
hammered the roundness of her buttocks. She matched each thrust as she
told him, "Oh, GOD! It's so GREAT, Greg! Come WITH me! I LOVE it! I
love YOU! Oh yes, I LOVE YOU!" Her blissful moans registered the
expectant orgasm. Even Greg and I could feel the explosion building
within her.
And then it came! The sexual thunder was surging through them like an
avalanche. She shut her eyes tightly as they sobbed in unison, their
bodies and minds intertwined in cosmic eruptions.
I was coming for an eternity. I hadn't realized how loudly I'd groaned
until moments later when Greg walked over to lean against the back of
the couch and peer out the window. He was startled a moment but then
grinned, "I didn't know you were still here. Was it o-kay?" He was
asking for my approval, not whether I'd enjoyed it.
I zipped my fly. "I'd asked Ellen to give herself to you. I hope you
don't feel used."
He breathed, "I've never had a greater gift."
I believed him. I walked to the door. Ellen greeted me, her gray eyes
ablaze in lust. Her breath huffed in short bursts as she removed my
clothes. Grasping Greg's and my shafts, she led us to the shower. A dim
light filtered through the door from the hallway. Beneath the pounding
water, our mouths and tongues pleasured Ellen until the water heater
gave up. Now, burning with desire, we toweled off and stumbled to the
bedroom. Ellen took turns with us until, finally exhausted, she crawled
to Greg, placed her elbows on his chest and looked into his eyes as if
in worship. "I love you," she told him as she stroked my cock behind
her. "I love Bill, but I also love YOU. Can you understand that?" I
wasn't jealous. Her revelation told me mega-lust. As bizarre as our
lives may seem to others, the arrangement has had an interesting side
effect. I haven't once considered cheating.
Frankly, affairs with other women could never be as exciting.
Chapter 2 - Visit Now the Fire
By Ellen
People who move to Florida learn to expect visitors from the north.
Early this summer, friends whom Bill and I had known in Long Island
visited us for three days. Darryl and Rita are the only couple to whom
we have confided that Bill and I have an "open marriage."
With them was their beautifully blond son, Brad, who at 6'4" is an inch
taller than Bill. Talented academically and athletically, Brad was now
in his second year of a community college basketball scholarship. I
learned later he was a rare breed of another type, a virgin.
The day before they were to drive on to Key West on the narrow, 120-
mile-long highway above the Atlantic, we boated, water-skied, and swam
in our lake. After a late evening backyard picnic, Darryl and Rita were
exhausted, trudging off to bed at ten p.m.
Brad joined Bill and me for our nightly two-mile jog through the
neighborhood. At the outer edge of a street lamp's yellow glow a few
blocks away, Brad told me my elastic headband was tearing and about to
break. We stopped as I removed it. Bill didn't notice we'd dropped back
until he was a block away; so he waited for us to catch up.
Brad retied the elastic strands. As he replaced it, he accidentally
brushed by cut-off tee shirt, feeling the softness of my breasts. His
face reddened beneath the street lamp's glare as he apologized, "Sorry,
Ellen." He stretched the band around my hair.
As his fingers brushed my ears longer than necessary, his eyes darted
across my bare midriff.
I smiled appreciatively, biting my lower lip. I began to realize how
handsome Brad was. He was the type of young man every twelve- year old
boy would want to emulate, the perfect basketball star for a movie
studio's central casting.
We caught up with Bill, Brad running a little behind me, then me behind
Bill.
When we returned to the house, I noticed that Brad's manhood had
swelled, curving up beneath his running shorts. His member seemed
extraordinarily long, but I assumed this to be an illusion of the loose
folds of his shorts. I think Brad saw me glance down at his hardness as
I muttered, "Good night. See you in the morning."
We went upstairs. As I walked from the shower behind Bill to our
bedroom, I noticed Brad had left the door to his room open. Darryl and
Rita were in the downstairs bedroom. Brad's room was next to ours.
In bed, I whispered to Bill what I'd observed.
He grinned, telling me he'd noticed Brad had a semi-erection that
afternoon while watching me water-ski or just walk around in my string
bikini. Bill added, "I'm sure you're right about his length. I even
think that Tom's nine inches might be dwarfed by Darryl's and Rita's
son." I smiled at the mention of Tom, an employee of Bill's who'd
served under Bill in the marines; the length of Tom's manhood had long
been a topic he'd been kidded about. Bill went on, "I'd assumed the
reason Brad was running behind us was just to admire your figure."
Bill's a "watcher" who enjoys watching me engage in adultery with other
men - or just telling him about occasional dates I have with Bill's
permission. Although that had been Bill's idea at first, I now adore
this arrangement. But, I sometimes feel a bit guilty when I consider
that Bill hasn't once been with another woman.
Never one to miss an opportunity, Bill rose from bed quietly and opened
our bedroom door. He returned to bed, dialed our own phone number,
clicked down the receiver-button, and waited for the telephone to ring.
Of course, all one receives when doing this is a telephone company
recording telling the caller that he's dialed his own number.
Bill "answered" the imaginary caller, then murmured a few business-
like remarks. He concluded with, "Sure, I can come down to the
warehouse." Hanging up, he explained with a wink, "My employees found
some inventory problems. The comptroller says I should be at warehouse-
supply while they finish up the count. I'll call you on our bedroom
line before I come home at seven a.m. to make sure I don't wake anyone
too early." Bill was perfect. Brad heard every word.
Bill drove a block away, parked the car, quietly reentered the house
through the back door, and climbed the stairs with the grace of a cat
to our room. Whispering his plan, he positioned himself behind the door
to our walk-in closet.
As he suggested, I let my nightgown puddle onto the floor, pulled my
transparent white negligee over my nudity and walked past Brad's open
door to the bath. I brushed my teeth, clanked around a few bottles to
make sure Brad heard, then walked back down the hallway.
When I was in front of Brad's door, I turned casually to the window, my
back to Brad, to look out over our large oak tree to the lake. I
glimpsed the window's glass reflection; Brad sat up, watching me from
his bed. I was hoping he would find some reason to join me in the
hallway.
I waited less than a minute. Brad would later tell me he was burning
with passion as he lay naked on his bed, staring through his door, his
long erect manhood pushing his sheet a foot toward the ceiling.
I untied the ribbons at the neck of my transparent negligee, allowing
it to fall open. The warm wind shuddered the leaves of the old oak
tree, causing a branch to brush against the window pane. I heard a
squeak, then a shuffle as he rose from his bed.
He padded into the moonlit hallway, a large, bright red towel wrapped
around his hips. Pretending he didn't know I'd been standing there, he
apologized, "Oh, sorry, Ellen. I was just going to the bath." His
engorged member was curving upward, pushing the crimson towel out an
unbelievable length, straight toward me!
I turned, nervously. My nudity was revealed through the negligee's open
sheerness.
Brad stared down, whispering as his eyes surveyed my body, "What time
is it?" His sexual tension was palpable.
I whispered softly, "Eleven-thirty. Beautiful view of the water from
here, isn't it?" My throat pulsated. I gulped, staring at the form of
his large penis protruding beneath the towel.
His eyes glinted. He responded with strained casualness, "Yes,
everything's beautiful here."
We whispered small talk, each pretending not to notice the other's
nudity, yet fearfully aware of the other's forbidden excitation. I
placed my hand on his warm, muscular shoulder as we looked out the
window. Finally, his arm slithered softly around my waist, beneath my
negligee. I exhaled, gasping at the electricity as his warm nakedness
touched mine.
And there we stood, talking in low voices about the moonlit scene, each
knowing we shouldn't, while pretending we weren't. Tremors rippled
through our bodies. I stretched and yawned, my fingers brushing his
towel-covered manhood. The towel bounced wildly! Until then, I'd
convinced myself that his size was an illusion. Now, I gasped in fear!
I murmured, my voice quaking, "Sweet dreams, Brad. I'm going to bed."
My throat was choked with desire. I kissed him, motherly-like, on a
cheek. My bared breast brushed the smoothness of his shoulder. I was
breathless as I walked shakily to my bedroom, my knees trembling.
He entered the bath, ran a couple of minutes of water, and padded
softly back toward his room. He could see me laying on my side, nude,
at the hallway's end through my open door.
Brad lingered in the hall until deciding I was asleep. He walked to my
door. Removing the flame-red towel, he draped it over a shoulder. He
swallowed nervously as he surveyed my curves. His chest was heaving,
both with fear of being caught and boyish excitement. His incredible
hardness curved upward, bobbing in excitation. I'm sure he felt
cleverly successful, sneaking this sight of my nudity as he leaned
against the door jamb.
I don't often think about my looks, but I'm aware that my face and body
are what others consider beautiful. I realized the effect that this was
having on this incredibly naive boy. Shuddering I gazed through half-
closed eyelids at his wide shoulders and the lengthy cock curving up
from his thick patch of blond hair. As if tossing in my sleep, I
stretched out my right leg, pushing my left knee toward him. I bent my
left arm along my side to allow him the full view of my breasts and
shaved mound.
His jaw sagged. His eyes widened. He gazed upon my body, shadowed in
stripes by the moonlight spilling through the Venetian blinds. His cock
twitched. He pressed his hands against the door jamb as if he were
about to faint.
I rolled to my back and whispered, my voice shaking, "Come in, Brad."
He was flustered at being discovered until realizing that my own
passions throbbed with the erotic intensity of his own. He walked in
softly, closing and locking the door. He sat alongside me, asking, "You
don't mind?"
Did I MIND! ME? In the unquenchable flames of throbbing passion? Oh
sure, I did. My body was beyond control. Hell's fire was coursing
through my veins. I remembered a fleeting memory of my grandmother
telling me when I was young girl, how our family's gray-eyed ancestors
were once believed to be witches. I knew I couldn't have been a witch;
witches purportedly could control the supernatural. I couldn't even
control my own exploding desire!
My full lips quivered as I looked upon the largest cock I'd ever seen,
curving up like a Turkish scepter from Brad's absolutely perfect body.
How could a woman MIND! I was being offered the opportunity to worship
at the serpentine alter of his perfect bodily temple.
Radiating with passion, I moaned, reaching for the magnificent
instrument bobbing before me. My fingers didn't meet as my hand curved
around its rubbery thickness. My face burned madly as I gazed upon the
incredible manhood I was squeezing.
My body was now ablaze! I was wide-eyed with fear and passion. With
trembling hands, I stroked his monstrous hardness. My quivering lips
parted as he leaned to kiss me.
He murmured, a tremor in his tight voice, "I've never been with a
woman. You're so beautiful." It was as if he were apologizing for his
shaking, his white-hot passion as evident as my own.
I glanced to the closet door Bill had left ajar. I was unable to see my
husband, but I knew he would now be feeling my own mad desire, pumping
his hardened cock in the closet's darkness.
I closed my eyes as I relished Brad's hands exploring the soft curves
of my body. My nipples tingled as his lips closed around a hard
reddened spike. Impassioned fear churned in my stomach. I gasped as his
slippery tongue twisted and winded its way to my shaved mound.
Thrusting my hips to his face, I ground my softness against his mouth,
my heart pounding a wanton drum beat as his tongue twirled over my
clitoris. I wailed at the thrills rippling through me like an electric
current coursing across a thunder-laden sky. Tears of joy streaked
along my cheeks. Clasping my thighs around his ears, I dug my heels
into his back as fiery explosions blossomed within.
I pulled him above me until his knees were straddling my breasts. He
braced his arms against the headboard. My lips encircled his rubbery
monster, my head bobbing as my tongue glided along its length. Now,
beyond lust, I was WORSHIPING this broad, purplish cock thrusting down
my throat.
His hips hammered his instrument into my mouth until my passion was
unbearable. The bulging veins throbbed against the walls of my mouth.
My voice was muffled by his broad sword. I pleaded, "Mphhh! Please,
Brad, I WANT you!" He pressed my back into the rustling warm folds of
soft sheets. My full breasts rippled beneath his touch.
Red coals of passion smoldered in my vagina. My hips gyrated
expectantly. My long legs now opened, eagerly inviting the marbled
curvature of his cock that hovered above the lips of my vagina.
Realizing the length and breadth of this incredible manhood, I was
whimpering with fright at it invaded my cuntal folds.
I cried! He was splitting me apart!
Shocks rippled through my groin as he pressed on, expanding my vaginal
walls. Yet, I'd rather have died than have him stop now. I was loving
every inch of the massive locomotive puffing through my smoking tunnel.
Brad was clearly aware of my difficulty, although I sobbed as much in
pleasure as in pain. Then, he was as far into my gushing depths as he
could push. His manhood was throbbing as he moved with my rhythm. I
wailed as he rode me with a fury!
I whimpered, "It's so WONDERFUL!" My cunt was now burning in the
forbidden fires, my pain disappearing, supplanted by pleasure. My long
legs, toned by months of running and swimming, enveloped his smooth
torso as my cunt rose to meet his steaming thrusts. My depths had never
been so filled! Tears streaked across my cheeks like rivulets of rain
on the windshield of a speeding car. My ankles locked around his strong
back. My blinding passion mounted ever higher.
In the stunning thrills of Brad's fucking, I'd forgotten Bill. But as I
thrashed my head side to side, I glimpsed my husband's nude form step
from the closet to watch the magnificent weapon invading my quivering
cunt. Bill was transfixed by the awesomely erotic sight. Logic and will
abandoned me. I was far too lost in this passionate hurricane to
acknowledge my husband by smiling at him as I normally would while he
pumped his engorged cock. Brad's eyes rolled as he plunged into my
poised cunt. I opened my mouth widely as if this could expand my
channel further to accept his final inches.
As Bill stared, his jaw sagged. He was pumping his full length
furiously as Brad and I pulsated with an inner radiance toward an
impending explosion. My husband's eyes told me that his mind and Brad's
were now one.
Brad's flames were now united with mine into a blazing inferno. Our
eyes were glazed. We shuddered with each quaking thrust.
The awesome orgasm was rushing toward us like an avalanche!
Sobbing, I mewed, "Oh! FUCK me! FUCK me! FUCK ME-E-E-E!" My will was
immersed beneath raging tides that coursed through my body. I screamed,
"Oh, god HELP me, Brad! I LOVE you, Brad! I LOVE YOU!" I loved him,
loved in adultery. Uniting in flesh that which was now in our minds and
souls. The onrushing orgasm gathered force like a runaway tornado. I
pulled him tighter with my legs, lurching my hips against his. He
rammed his tool to the hilt, crushing my clitoris against the base. I
screamed, "Oh, JESUS! I FEEL it! You're in so FAR! I WANT you blasting
within me!"
And then, oh GOD, it HAPPENED! In a blinding flash, we were coming in
thunderous waves, bursting in a supernova of pleasure. I went wild with
joy. His warm fluids burst within me.
My mind was exploding in fiery fragments that spider-legged like a
million falling stars across the evening skies.
Brad lay across my breasts in the blissful afterglow of our adultery,
our arms intertwined for an eternity of a half-minute until I
remembered Bill.
Bill had returned to the closet and closed the door. Because of my now
unquenchable desire, my husband would have to remain there until
morning. Brad was mine alone for that incredible night.
Brad turned me to my knees, my hands braced on our headboard. His
massive member was entering my vagina from the rear.
I turned to stare, awed by his long cock. Watching the instrument
pushing deeply into my excitedly lubricated cunt, I spread my knees
ever wider. The breadth of his penis filled me. I sobbed in pleasure,
my hand tremoring as I caressed his length behind me.
He slowly thrust into me until I was whimpering with pleasure, "I love
you, Brad! I LOVE you!" And then, he was riding me wildly! I was
screaming like a helpless victim on a runaway roller coaster, the yolks
of my eyes rolling.
I sucked in my breath at the stunning sensations. As he fucked into my
depths, I stared back, my lips wide with wonder. I couldn't tear my
vision from the magnificent cock that was skewering me! We shared a
sigh.
His manhood was growing even greater, expanding in the oncoming orgasm
like gas in an overfilled balloon. I gasped. My clitoris fluttered as
if to tell me we would be coming together in a mind shattering finale!
My back arched expectantly as my long nails dug into his hips behind
me. I could feel every throbbing inch as he plunged through my inflamed
walls.
And then we were exploding in rapture! Crying with wild abandon, I
shuddered amid the earth quaking climax. His hot semen burst through my
channel. The creamy fluid splattered my inner walls, washing over his
cock. He was erupting like a volcano with no end to its molten flow of
lava. A starburst of pleasure exploded within my body.
He didn't stop, nor did I want him to! Brad fucked me voraciously for
hours in every imaginable position. He was the first person to ever
outlast my stamina. Until that night, I thought that I was insatiable.
Finally in the predawn, I collapsed in complete gratification.
Brad sneaked back into his room. He was still asleep when Darryl and
Rita awakened at ten a.m.
And yet, the greatest surprise of their visit came just after
breakfast. Rita and I had walked out to the boathouse for a
conversation before they packed to leave. She smiled, "Thank you for
what you did for Brad last night."
I was shocked, unable to respond. Rita placed a gentle hand on my arm
and added, "No, I mean it. Brad has been completely engrossed in clubs,
basketball, and school for six years. Darryl and I were worried that he
might be impotent. Or even gay.
"And we knew you and Bill lead this open-marriage type life. We were
hoping that this would happen. We'd talked about it for weeks before
our visit. Darryl and I went up to Brad's room about midnight. We saw
he wasn't there. Then we heard Brad's moaning from your bedroom."
She smiled softly. "I have to admit that Darryl was leaning against the
door for perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes. We heard you say to Brad
that Bill was at the plant until morning." She sighed, wistfully,
remembering the moment like it was her own. "We were absolutely
thrilled. We became...well very excited from the passion pouring out of
your room. We went back to our bedroom. I was floating on air. We
fucked the night away!"
Her eyes glinted with sexual excitement. She leaned forward, kissing me
fully on the lips, saying, "So, I really mean it! Thank you!" As an
afterthought, she added, "And I'll be sure to let Brad visit you alone
during school break...if you WANT him. I won't tell him that I know."
She knew I wanted her son. She KNEW I could still feel his throbbing
manhood deep inside me! I realized she didn't know Bill had stayed to
watch.
I laughed, uncontrollably, hugging Rita, feeling closer than I'd ever
felt to her before. "I'd absolutely love it, Rita! Just as I love you!"
She has phoned to thank me on three occasions since. The only time she
didn't mention this incident as I've described it was the one time her
son was nearby.
Believing his parents don't know, Brad insists on visiting us at the
end of the next quarter because he loves "water skiing in Florida."
And, of course, he has his parents' enthusiastic approval. Rita says
that she and Darryl often fantasize about Brad and me while they're in
the privacy of their bedroom. She says, "God! I get so hot when I think
about it!" The exquisite sin of adultery, you know, has after-shocks,
affecting many lives other than just those of the people who commit it.
For Bill and me, and for those who have touched our lives, the results
have been immeasurably gratifying.
Chapter 3 - Game
By Ellen
A tall attractive man, his hair black as my own, noticed Bill glancing
toward me from the bar. Attired in a dark blue blazer, white polo
shirt, and white tropical slacks, he turned as I smiled quietly at
Bill, not the stranger. But the man lifted his drink, sauntered over to
my table, and grinned, "With anyone?"
I responded, "I am now, I suppose," smiling as I appraised his blue
eyes and lean physique. I aged him at 28. He was wearing a white gold
wedding ring like mine, but I pretended not to notice, and so did he.
He squinted at me through the dimness and, with a look of surprise,
remarked, "I haven't seen anyone with gray eyes in years!"
I smiled, "An inherited trait." I hear that a lot. There aren't many of
us. When gray-eyed people see each other, they silently smile in
acknowledgement, just as I've been told a young person with prematurely
gray hair returns a smile to another.
He gave me his name, Phil, but his occupation gave me a start. He was a
new attorney with the law firm that set up Bill's corporation and was
now advising Bill's office manager, Steve, who runs the business side
of Bill's engineering practice.
We engaged in small talk, complimenting the other until he finally
asked me to dance.
On the dance floor, he held me closely. Men from around the room looked
disappointed that they hadn't asked me first. The touch of his cheek
brushing mine, as Bill watched, excited me. By the middle of the second
song, he was gently pressing his groin against mine. I was fighting to
control my gasps as I felt his firmness growing beneath his slacks. My
face burned at his openly sexual gesture, but soon in excitation, I was
brushing my mound against his hardness. I could feel my nipples
tingling against the satin of my dress. He whispered, "Do you have
plans tonight?"
"Don't you have to go home?" I queried, my voice trembling as I
remembered his wedding ring.
"My wife's a pharmaceutical sales rep," he said softly. "She's in
Chicago until Tuesday at her company's headquarters gathering." He'd
remembered my own ring and had no reason to lie.
I allowed him to press me closer. His skin radiated a heat like my own.
The female singer's long, slow melody of adulterous longing seemed
dedicated to our intertwined bodies. When it ended, I realized Bill and
I hadn't planned this very well.
I lied, "My husband's at a convention. I have no plans, Phil." We
bantered about a bit as I tried to think of what to do until finally he
came right out with it, "Can we spend the night at your place?" His
swollen cock was now massaging my clitoris.
I was breathing heavily, my eyes wild. My throat throbbed fearfully,
choked with increasing desire, as I breathed, "I'd like to visit the
ladies' room."
He nodded, saying, "I'll meet you back here in a couple of minutes."
When he walked through the crowd to the cashier's desk in another room,
I strode quickly to Bill, explaining the situation. As usual, Bill was
wonderful. He grinned, "Great. I'll drive over to the office and sleep
on the couch. If I come home about five a.m., will that be enough
time?" I agreed, and Bill returned to his drink as I waited at the door
for Phil.
We drove in separate cars. The late evening streets were still wet from
a brief Florida thundershower. The Mercedes' diesel engine throbbed
like my chest. Although I'd slept with other men, this would be my
first true "date." The multi-colored lights of neon signs, street
lamps, and a line of cars streaming west to the suburbs cast long
brilliant reflections on the wet highway. I glanced back now and then
at Phil's red Fiero following closely.
Stopping at a traffic light a block from the lounge, I stared at a
Cadillac's bumper sticker ahead of me and smiled. The bumper sticker
read, "Lead Me Not Into Lust, For I Shall Find It Myself."
We emerged from separate cars into our garage. He murmured, "My god, I
just noticed the name on the mailbox! I know your husband, by name
anyway!"
I laughed. "I told you my name at the lounge. You didn't ask for my
husband's. Don't be so up-tight, Phil!" Actually, I was more tense than
Phil, not from his association with the law firm but from the desire
that had grown with each mile I drove home. Inside, Phil removed his
coat, poured a drink from our bar and searched out a diet soda from the
refrigerator for me. He walked upstairs to meet me in the bedroom.
I'd turned on the stereo and flicked on a table lamp, bathing the room
in a dim red glow that seemed to accentuate my inner heat. I turned, my
hands on my hips and legs spread wide on the carpet as I faced him. He
stared, his manhood bulging beneath his slacks, and breathed, "God,
you're incredible!"
My breasts heaved as he set the drinks on the nightstand and took me in
his arms. He unzipped my dress, puddling it onto the floor, then
unbuttoned his shirt. I trembled, barely able to stand as he ground his
hardness against my clitoris. I fell to my knees and pulled away his
slacks, his nine-inch instrument bobbing against my lips as his fingers
stroked my neck. I moaned at his sensuous touch. I was mesmerized by
the dark, purple-veined cock that I was now stroking, my hand squeezing
it back and forth from its black mass of pubic hair to the broad,
bulging head. I ovaled my lips over the rubbery head, sucking it slowly
as he groaned, "Oh god, Ellen, you're terrific, oh god, oh god..." My
tongue slid along his length as his hips writhed, pushing it beyond the
back of my throat. The smoothness glided through me until I was
delirious with passion. I became one with his cock and the throaty
music drifting from the stereo. I flamed with desire, my eyes wildly
rolling up at him as I whimpered with each stroke into the fullness of
my quivering lips.
He leaned to cup my breasts, then kneeled behind me as his strong hands
kneaded the softness of my breasts.
I fell against his hands until my arms braced against the floor. I
shuddered as his warm cock brushed my flaming vagina from the rear. I
muttered, my voice quaking, "I'm on fire, Phil. I'm yours!" My hips
gyrated, tremoring as his lengthy hardness entered my lubricated
channel. My vaginal walls stretched with each thrilling inch to
accommodate him. And then he had sheathed the tool to its hilt as my
mouth opened widely, my eyes rolling with the adulterous passion that
gripped my searing soul. His long shaft radiated, steaming in the hot
coals of my cunt.
Wailing as he fucked me wildly, I swirled my hips to his rhythm. I
turned my head to watch as his hips bumped against my buttocks, further
inflaming my passion. Each entry throbbed against my clitoris until,
deep within, I could feel the thunderous waters of an orgasmic flood
rushing up to burst through me. I began to cry, tears streaking down my
cheeks. His blue eyes glinted. He was biting his lip in excitation when
I felt his cock swelling. He was about to come with me. He groaned
passionately. Our eyes locked. As his cock expanded within me I spread
my legs further as if I could somehow allow my vagina to hold even
more. I was biting the softness of my lower lip as I cried, "It's
super, Phil! Super! I LOVE it!" I reached behind to touch his chest as
his cock fucked into my hot, wet depths, which were now a vortex of
mega-lust that gripped the broad cock-head sliding through my love
tunnel.
He increased his tempo. The building orgasm was still distant but now
rushing up like a mad prehistoric beast screaming for air from primeval
depths of a misty cavern. The earth opened before me. I was falling
through a bottomless chasm of adulterous pleasure with his every
thrust, my mind enveloping an unknown universe inhabited by only me and
Phil. I shuddered. The beast within was insane with pleasure. My
whoring had now spanned eons, all sense of time lost as I cried out
frightfully. I was praying for the oncoming super-orgasm but fearing I
could no longer bear the passionate explosion.
And then, OH GOD! It rolled over us like a landslide! My mind and body
exploded with staggering force! Gigantic stars crashed as I screamed in
ecstasy, feeling his warm sperm splattering through my channel. The
planet was quaking beneath me as I sobbed in release from the bondage
of this adulterous love. Crying, I collapsed, tremoring beneath the
white heat of his body.
Later, in the afterglow, we drank wine, watching erotic movies on our
large-screen VCR from our bed until, finally, he mounted me again,
missionary position, fucking me slowly. I screamed with a second, then
third, then fourth orgasm, until he came, shuddering atop me. Dazed, I
muttered, "I love you," and meaning it at that moment of gratitude.
When he replied, "That's nice," because Phil couldn't lie, I laughed
and hit him softly with my fist.
He left at three a.m. I dialed Bill's office. When Bill was in bed
beside me a half hour later, I described Phil's fucking me just as I'm
telling you here, until Bill's manhood had risen and was eagerly
entering my vagina. At times like these, I almost feel a control over
him. I moaned, muttering my feelings of passionately fucking Phil as
Bill thrust into me. I could feel his tool expand to awesome
proportions, until finally, reliving my adultery, I came again. Bill
groaned, his sperm splattering warmly into my vagina. We lay side by
side facing each other as I answered his questions about my feelings
when fucking other men. I admitted, "You lead me into these situations,
but once I'm united with another, I can think only of him and me.
Sometimes I forget I'm married." When his eyebrows arched, I smiled,
"But I still love you."
Exhausted, I fell asleep. When I awoke with the sunrise, Bill was still
looking down at me, grinning in approval.
Chapter 4 - The Heat at Land's Edge
By Ellen
On a Saturday late last March, while Bill was out of town on business,
I was in a black string-bikini, laying on our cypress dock beneath the
late afternoon sun. The dock juts 50 feet out over the lake to our
boathouse. The sun's rays rippled through tiers of clouds, reddening
the lake.
I looked up as the 22 year old son of an engineering consultant, a
friend and client of Bill's, drove his canvas-topped jeep onto the
curving driveway alongside our house.
He walked out back to the dock. He was delivering a contract proposal
from his father for Bill to look over.
I ignored his darting eyes as he appraised my figure. Having been a
beach wear and fashion model before our marriage just 8 years ago, I
was accustomed to even our pastor stealing glances at church picnics. I
explained that Bill wasn't home, had forgotten to tell me about it, and
asked him leave the papers until Monday when Bill was to return.
I hadn't previously met John's son, who confidently introduced himself
as David.
He was driving back for the spring quarter to a college a hundred miles
away and was just dropping off the papers on the way. David, with his
full, perfectly shaped lips, was as handsome as Bill, 16 years younger,
and a couple of inches shorter. His lean, muscular body was
particularly evident in his polo shirt and white swim trunks as he
stood on the dock between me and the setting sun.
He nodded, acknowledging our water skis on a rack inside the boathouse,
then commented, "We have a ski boat and boat ramp at the school's lake.
I love water skiing!" It was clearly a request for an invitation.
"Okay," I smiled, "I'm Ellen. How about a half hour's water skiing?
I'll operate the boat."
Grinning, he helped me secure the tow rope to the stern. The skis tight
on his feet, he was standing knee deep in water as I powered up and
threw him the tow rope.
The "half hour" became an hour, and it was now dark.
While operating the boat, watching David's athletic form in the
rearview mirror, I was remembering another younger man, Greg, whom Bill
had encouraged to seduce me the previous fall. Although I had no such
thoughts about David, those sexual memories were churning in my stomach
as I reached to pull David from the moonlit water.
The touch of our hands was electric. His long stare at my breasts
unsettled me. His chest heaving noticeably, he kept stealing glances at
my legs and breasts as I steered back across the lake. My knuckles were
white on the wheel as I fought my urge to return his stare. I sniffed
deeply, drawing in the pungent odor of the motor's gasoline as if that
would clear the thoughts swirling through my mind.
As we putted into the boathouse's darkness, he grappled with the tie
lines, securing the boat to the dock. Plopping into the rear seat, he
exhaled.
Afraid to look at him, I waited. He didn't move.
I swallowed nervously, when he breathed, "Need to relax a minute.
Thanks, Ellen, I really enjoyed it." Then, he added, haltingly, "You're
truly beautiful." He was trying to hide the tightness in his voice.
Trembling fearfully, I turned, staring down at his long, curved
hardness straining beneath his white swim trunks. I blushed, feeling
the warmth surging through my body.
Our eyes locked.
My lips were quivering. I gulped, "You want something else, David?" And
I knew what he wanted. What we both wanted. Each time I sense that a
man wishes to make love, I feel an unexplainable fear pounding in my
throat and deep within my stomach.
I felt that now as David reached for my hand and pulled me toward him,
kissing me deeply.
My face burned in the electrical current of sexuality irradiating
between us.
I whimpered, my hips rotating in involuntary excitation as he untied my
swim suit and lowered me to the boat's carpeted floor.
I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the boathouse.
David slipped off his white swim trunks. He hovered above me, his
instrument unbelievably long and slender! I couldn't take my eyes off
the engorged penis, curving and pointing toward me like a threatening
weapon! His lips trembled down the path of my body to my shaved mound.
I moaned, pressing my heels against the boat's carpeting, my cuntal
lips pulsating. My nipples were standing out like spikes as David
kissed the softness of my breasts.
White hot with desire, I enwrapped my long legs about his slender body,
pulling him to me. His throbbing manhood swayed closer to the vee of my
long, spread legs, until my smooth mound quivered up to meet it. I
murmured, my voice tremoring, "You're beautiful also, David."
David's eyes blazed with youthful lust. The moonlight shone brilliantly
against his purple-veined scepter. His fiery poker slithered into my
vagina, probing my depths. My belly quivered as I pulled away, then
lurched upward again. My cuntal walls were steaming, my fear now
overcome by excitation. I whimpered, locking my ankles around his back.
His soft, pale lips enveloped a hard, reddened nipple. He matched his
motions to mine as my hips came up to launch his lengthy missile deep
into me with a twisting thrust. His hands stroked the shapeliness of my
legs. His glazed eyes rolled as he realized the monumental ardor of the
delicious sin. Fucking a MARRIED woman! The WIFE of his father's
friend! He murmured, in exquisite passion, "It's so wonderful!"
My sighs were bursting each time he entered me. I looked down at his
cock, my mouth wide with wonder as I watched his hips rise to display
the glowing marvel that disappeared with each thrust into my radiant
depths. I was delirious, smoldering with passion, my hips rising to
meet his every entry. My groin flamed as his long tool slithered
through my channel. I moaned, "It's so big! You're killing me!" My
breasts heaved in rhythm with David's gasps.
I was tossing my head, my hair flailing the warm night air. I screamed
ecstatically, "Oh, David! Oh my GOD! It's marvelous! Marvelous!" I was
positively loving it. My eyes and mouth opened widely as I relished the
stunning mega-thrills! I was moaning uncontrollably now as I watched
his curved hardness fucking into me.
I hadn't realized my lubricious tunnel was so deep as to accept this
length. Squeezing my vagina around it, I was going mad with ungodly
passion under his long strokes! The higher I raised my legs as he
pistoned in and out, the deeper he bored. My hips rolled from side to
side of their own volition, making his cock rotate and wriggle within
my tremoring channel. An orgasmic rhapsody crescendoed through me like
an impending explosion.
David shuddered, his brilliant green eyes staring into mine, knowing we
were almost there, at the outer limits of the cosmos! He thrust into me
with a fury. My tight flesh parted reluctantly, then closed tightly
around his manhood as he plowed into my trembling body.
And it came! Booming throughout the darkness. Our orgasm ruptured the
universe, flooding through me like an awesome rapture in my soul.
Heaven thundered, a billion exploding stars lighting the boathouse.
Now, moaning and coming together, we were one, glowing like a blast
furnace! We wailed as the earth-moving climax lifted our bodies from
the planet. Our arms intertwined, our lips pressed together, we rolled
to our sides.
My legs squeezed his hips as I pressed my mound against him to relish
the firm manhood throbbing in unison with my fluttering heart.
Nude, we walked through the darkness of our tree-enclosed yard to the
house.
David stayed the night, fucking me with the male animal stamina
possessed only by a 22 year old. "I love you," he told me after we
showered, standing next to our bed.
Intoxicated by his male odor, I kneeled before him. The fullness of my
lips enveloped his enormous cock. My head bobbed along its length, my
tongue sliding softly over the bulging veins.
He pushed me gently, until I was facing away from him, on my knees,
then entered my cunt from the rear. My hands flat on the carpet, my
tremoring arms braced me as he fucked me from behind. His naked hips
slapped my buttocks. His instrument pistoned into me as I shuddered
wildly with pleasure.
I was fucking back against him as I rolled my head, groaning my
gratitude! Long rippling waves of orgiastic joy tingled through my
depths. "Oh, GOD, David," I moaned in an unguarded moment as I turned
to touch his wonderful instrument driving into me from behind, "I love
you also! I LOVE you! I LOVE you!" And I did. For that long and lovely
night.
When my husband returned, I told him everything.
He grinned, his eyes illumined as we relived the adultery, the greatest
my pleasures.
Chapter 5 - The Game
By Bill and Ellen
Ellen's Story:
Although Bill objects to the word, "addicted," that's the best term I
can think of to describe his attachment to card games. At the peak of
our experiment with open marriage, biweekly Friday night poker had
become a ritual with him and his friends, held at our home. Like young
boys, they called themselves the Nautilus Pack because of their
membership in a health club. "The game at Pier Point" was what the
players called it, referring to our home's wooden pier that stretches
out over the lake behind our house to the land's edge. Each evening the
pier looks like a walkway to the sun that sets across the water.
When they held poker night, I would go out with a divorced friend,
Christine.
Last May, Christine confided that each of these pack members had
occasional flings, adding, "except, of course, for your husband, Bill."
She'd learned this from our friend, Paul, with whom she had recently
been involved for some three months. I was stunned only by her mention
of Tom, a one-time seminary student who'd been a friend of Bill's since
their days as Reconnaissance Marines. I couldn't have imagined Tom
playing around!
Over the next two weeks, I found myself awakening after wild dreams
about sex with faceless men who - I somehow realized - played poker
every other Friday. So I begged off one night out with Chris and laid a
plan. I would be staying home during the poker game.
Bill's Story:
Because I'd encouraged Ellen over the past two years to dress
provocatively, I couldn't complain about her outfit the night she
offered to stay home and help serve snacks at the poker game. She was
wearing a loose red blouse and red skirt that was slit along her sides
to the waist. Her black hair hung loosely over her shoulders. She wore
her highest heels, which made her taller than two of the players.
Each man arriving was surprised to see Ellen. Sitting across the gaming
table from them, I grinned, noticing them glancing at her from the
corners of their eyes as she walked to and from the kitchen. Ellen was
serving short drinks and small snacks to make sure she'd be coming and
going frequently.
When the demand slowed, she relaxed on the sofa in the living room and
inserted a CD into the stereo. We could observe her through the high
arched door separating the rooms. She lay back, her legs crossed as she
leafed through a magazine. Because her skin was slightly burned from
sunning alongside the pool and lake the day before, her long legs
glowed red beneath the lamp behind her. She seemed detached and
unconcerned, but I think even at that time, I was catching onto her
plan. She looked toward us occasionally, noticing one - then another -
glancing away from his cards toward her.
Leo's luck was sagging. His head was down so far, staring at a sad hand
that all I could see was his brown hair, like he had no face. He
grumbled, "Tough game! Want to watch ESPN instead?" he was hooted down,
called a "wussy." So he laughed, "You guys have no sympathy at all!
What if we just ask Ellen to dance for us instead of playing this damn
game?"
Tom grinned, "NOW you're talking!" He wasn't serious when he turned to
Ellen and asked, "How about it? Think you could liven up Leo?"
Ellen surprised them, eagerly responding, "Sure! I'm only here to serve
your bidding!" She turned up the stereo, dimmed the living room light,
and walked to the center of the room. The three players across the
table looked at each other with eyebrows raised. Paul squinted his blue
eyes and muttered, "She isn't kidding. IS she?"
The last half of a heavy metal French song was underway. Maybe because
I'm ten years older than Ellen, I don't like rock music; but Ellen
likes it, so I don't object.
Her legs flashed through the open slits in the skirt as she twirled.
Ellen's an excellent dancer, and she was showing off her athletic
ability. Her hips thrust forward savagely, her eyes taking in their
mutual appreciation. Two of them were wide-eyed and grinning broadly.
Paul was staring intently, his mouth opened like he was watching a nude
dancer at on of the topless clubs he frequents. Maybe I should've known
how well she could dance, but I didn't, and her performance surprised
me. Except during her modeling eight or more years before, she'd never
danced alone before others. So I was a bit taken back, realizing just
how good she really was. She threw everything erotic she knew into the
dance. I grinned at the guys' pleasure they were enjoying.
Then, as she swirled, thrusting her hips, Ellen loosened three buttons
from her blouse, exposing a generous portion of her ample breasts.
Until that moment, I hadn't realized she had been sunbathing in the
nude; but no one could have failed to notice that the sunburn covered
her breasts.
When it was over, Leo shook his head in disbelief, muttering, "Hot
Damn!" And when Ellen walked to the kitchen for more beer and chips,
Leo added, "Best poker party we ever had!"
A half hour later, we called a break. Paul walked away while Tom, Leo,
and I were talking about pro football, which bores him. Paul strode
into the kitchen where Ellen was tidying up.
Ellen's Story:
Paul is lean, his hair as red as my sunburned skin. At six-three, he's
the only player taller than Bill. He walked past me to the sink.
Watching him as he toweled a splash of picante sauce on his aloha
shirt, I said to his back, "Hope you don't mind my staying around
tonight."
He turned off the water, pulled on his sixth beer, and turned,
grinning, "Glad you're here. Adds class to this crowd." Paul had had
one beer too many. His eyes were on the portion of my breasts that were
still displayed beneath the half-unbuttoned blouse. I'd crossed a leg
over the other as I leaned against the counter and sipped a tumbler of
wine. One leg was bared. He gazed over my body, then glanced toward the
closed door as if someone might walk in. He turned again to me and
inquired, "Want to join us on the next hand?"
I told him, "I'd be in the way. I stroked my sunburned leg, turned to
the cabinet behind me, and pulled out a bottle of lotion. Spreading the
cream over my shoulders, I said, "This burn isn't as bad as it looks.
I'm a little warm, but comfortable."
The intimacy of the enclosed kitchen excited him. Glancing at the
lotion bottle, he gulped, "Can I help with your back?"
"Sure," I smiled, offering him the bottle. As I turned, he splashed the
lotion on his hand, smoothing it over my neck. His touch was electric.
He stroked my shoulders erotically. I sighed, "How about the backs of
my legs?"
I looked behind me. His manhood was surging beneath his white slacks.
The broad head of his member was bulging flat against his stomach,
pointing to his belt. His face reddened as he saw me staring down at
it. He mumbled, "Uh, sure, no problem." He squirted cream into his
hand, then reached beneath the skirt, massaging it over my calves in
slow circles.
His hand touched the back of my thigh. I turned until his broad fingers
were brushing the smoothness of my shaved mound. I shuddered as his
fingers stroked my clitoris. Had anyone walked in, his throbbing member
would have been obvious.
Glaring like I was warning him, I held out my leg to rest in his hand.
He reluctantly moved away from my groin to my leg.
Knowing he shouldn't be doing this and pretending he wasn't, Paul tried
to appear unaffected. I glanced at the clock. Five minutes had passed.
He was holding my foot, my leg straight toward him. I wriggled my toes,
brushing his bulging member, and reminded him, "Don't you think it
might be time for the game to start over?"
He murmured, "Yeah," swallowing. He lowered his hand, allowing my foot
to linger against his hardness. His brown eyes searched my face as he
said, "Hope that helped." He turned for the bathroom. I heard water
running for two minutes.
An hour later, I was walking down the hall from the bedroom. I heard
Tom push away from the table and say, "I'm out. Sorry it was so early,
but you guys keep dealing me lousy hands."
I ducked into the bath. Tom's long shadow turned down the hallway's
corner. I walked out, bumping into him. I asked if he'd like to see the
rest of the house.
I walked to the kitchen, picked a bottle of wine and two glasses, then
escorted him through the rooms. Upstairs, our arms brushed against the
other's. I didn't move away. Tom was slightly intoxicated by the time
we walked through the bedroom toward the hot tub. He hadn't seen our
waterbed before and was staring down at it for a half minute. I took
his hand and led him to the hot tub room. The room was lit by a dim red
bulb.
Tom muttered, "Looks like fun."
I agreed, "Sure. With an agreeable tub partner."
Tilting his glass, he peered over its rim, his gaze roaming my body as
he said, "Any time."
I was a little drunk as I nodded affirmatively and acknowledged, "Well,
ALMOST any time." Turning, I brushed past him in the doorway. His fist
curled around my arm. Pulling me to him, he kissed me deeply. I
responded eagerly, my groin rotating against his. His burgeoning tool
awakened. He fondled my breasts. Taking a firm nipple in his lips, he
slithered his hand through the slit in my dress. His fingers were
stroking my clitoris. I gasped at the contact, shoving my hips against
pressure of his hand. I moaned.
Moments later, I whispered, "We'd better go back."
As we walked into the game room, Leo dejectedly flipped his cards on
the table and complained, "O-kay, I'm out too. My luck's not holding."
It was time! I blurted, "Don't quit, Leo! Why don't you use ME as your
prize chip?" When they asked what I meant, I smiled, "If Leo's beaten,
the winner can go to bed with me." I said it like it was a joke, so
that Bill could disapprove. Then, I could have backed out gracefully,
without seeming to mean it.
I'm not sure it came across that way, though. The men were in a
hilarious uproar, with hoots and shouts of "Whoa!" and "All RIGHT!"
I trembled a moment, wondering if I hadn't gone too far. I watched Bill
carefully; he pursed his lips thoughtfully, then smiled, nodding his
assent.
I'd sobered, adding, "I really mean it. The winner gets ME!"
Tom was standing beside me, at first in disbelief. He turned and and
strode to the table, saying, "Deal me back in!"
Bill's Story:
Tom looked away from Ellen, then at me and smirked, "Is this for real,
Bill?"
I looked at each player and asked, "You guys really WANT it to be for
real?"
They looked at each other, nodding affirmatively, as Tom spoke for all
and grunted, "Yeah, we do." Turning to them, he asked, "Right?"
Paul said, slowly, "Absolutely."
Leo added, "Right."
I grinned, "Then it's for real." I turned to Tom and inquired, "Think
you've known me long enough to trust my word?
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Tom knew. He was the only other man besides myself who was still living
from the goon patrol. He works for me as a client liaison, and he'd
worked for me when we first met in the marines.
It was thirteen years ago this month when Tom was pointing out that
we'd seen more men die than either of us could ever know as friends. It
was our third day back in the States. We were sitting in a dimly lit
San Francisco bar in neatly pressed uniforms talking about Mojo,
Franklin, and Reid who were the best memories we'd have from the hell
ground we'd kissed good-bye the week before.
A dark haired, bearded young man was sitting two stools away and
talking to another hippie between him and us. The man glanced around
his friend's shoulder toward us and said to his clone, "Fucking
soldiers are running down the neighborhood."
His clone turned to look at us, adjusted his purple glasses, lit up a
joint, and told him, "Lay off, Louie."
Figuring his friend was offering him good advice, I ignored them; but
Tom turned to the clone, who seemed the most reasonable, and asked,
"You a conscientious objector?"
He responded, as if with sadness, "Yes."
Tom nodded sympathetically, "I understand." Tom wasn't lying; he'd left
seminary school from where he'd hoped one day to be a Catholic priest.
He'd joined the marines and spent the next four years worrying about
losing his soul. Tom turned to the other man and asked, "And you?"
The surlier hippie clanked his beer against the counter in a show of
irritation. Wiping his heavy paws across a bright yellow shirt
emblazoned with a large blue star on his chest, he smirked, "Student
deferment." He spit on the floor, ignoring the angry retort from the
bar tender. I looked straight ahead, across the bar, and told Tom,
"Tell him to fuck off and forget it."
A TV set above the bar glared. The TV commentator was intoning about a
greenhorn lieutenant and his squad who'd gone hyper in Vietnam and
wasted the better half of a village we'd never heard of.
So Yellow Shirt glanced away from the set and growled, "Were you two
with those My Lai baby killers?"
I shouldn't have said anything, but I pulled on my beer and explained
heatedly, "He was Army! We're Marines!" I felt an immediate twinge of
guilt about implying the army was incompetent; it had been the army's
helicopters and the army's green berets who pulled Tom, me and three
other reconnaissance marines from a hell hole where we officially
shouldn't have been but had been sent anyway.
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We'd been on the run for a dozen days and nights from an unrelenting
enemy who probably thought we were fifty or more men instead of just
five scared marines, three of whom wouldn't live to celebrate their
twenty-third birthdays. We'd slept in short shifts with thunderstorms
arriving on the hour and pesky snakes crawling through our mud-soaked
sleeping bags. I was suffering from a fractured wrist, influenza,
diarrhea, and a festering cut to the groin from crawling through a
quarter mile of jagged riverside rocks. And, as if the jungle gods
hadn't done enough, I was stumbling along half-blind with a three-day
migraine. Yet because, I was to be checked into a hospital for two
weeks, I was to be the luckiest of the five.
I was scared out of my wits from the first night's rumble of mortar
fire to the moment the flock of army choppers and the berets cleared
the jungle and whisked us away.
**********************************
I was remembering all that while this loudmouth was asking if we were
baby killers. I remembered it all.
As the helicopter turned south, a hulking green beret grinned down at
our six-foot-four superstar, Mojo, and asked, "How'd you guys keep
going?"
Mojo turned his determined black face to the beret and said simply,
"Semper Fi, baby."
A week later, a red-eyed sergeant who'd been leading Mojo's new team
strode down the double line of hospital beds to mine. He had bad news.
They'd just plucked the two dozen pieces of Mojo's body from the stale
waters of a rotting rice paddy. His remains were in a black body bag,
folded inside an ice chest on the hospital's west end. Nervously
gesturing his thumb over his shoulder, the sergeant added, "Near the
noncom's dining hall." And, by the way, how would I fucking like to
visit what was left of Mojo?
The next two hours, I was chewing pages from the Time Magazine I'd been
reading. I spat out paper balls I was imagining were bullets aimed at
everyone I could blame for us been sent to that hell hole. Then I
remembered. It was me. And Mojo. Nobody had forced us to volunteer.
Mojo's last fond memory was having learned the green beret talking to
him in the helicopter had been a pro football player for Mojo's
hometown team. The beret's reserve unit had pulled the unlucky number
and was called to Vietnam. The sergeant had told me Mojo had been
talking about the beret and his team that morning Mojo was killed.
Two months later, I was assigned to a fresh recon team. It didn't get
any better.
*************************************
So I pushed away from the bar but was too late. Tom had already walked
around the man who said he was c.o. and gripped the throat of Yellow
Shirt whose legs were now dangling inches above the marbled floor. His
arms were flailing. Tom was yelling at him, " A student DEFERMENT!
You're a DRAFT dodger!"
I told myself this was why Tom shouldn't have been a priest anyway.
Turning to Tom, I said, "Forget it. This piece of shit isn't fucking
worth this."
Tom murmured, "Guess not." He released his grip. Yellow Shirt thumped
to the floor. The man sat there in his bell bottom jeans, his peace
symbol dangling from a silver chain. Choking, he coughed out
obscenities about the brutality of mother-fucking, baby-killing
bullies.
Grinning, I turned to Tom, swallowed the last of the beer, and
scratched my forehead. I asked him, cynically, "So, you proud of
yourself?"
Tom's face reddened as he said, "Guess not." Turning to the
conscientious objector, but not to the man on the floor, he apologized,
"Sorry. And I mean it." He dropped ten dollars on the counter and told
the bartender, "Keep the change." The bartender swooped it up, leaned
over the counter, and shoved the bills back into Tom's pocket, saying,
"Gy-renes, you got a free beer here anytime you want it." The bar man
told Yellow Shirt to get the fuck out of his bar and not to come back.
*******************************
So here we were across the country, light years later, sitting across a
card table. Playing for my wife as the prize.
Assured that Ellen and I were serious, they played furiously. Their
attitudes had changed to a determined lust. Now and then, Leo, Paul and
Tom looked toward Ellen who was sitting on the couch.
She looked fearful. She squirmed each time one of us dragged the pool
of chips across the table, like she was trying to determine who would
win. Once, her body shuddered, her hips involuntarily thrusting in
excitation. I didn't know who was the most eager, her or them. Or me.
I lost purposely. No one noticed when I didn't show my hand. To hurry
the game along, the remaining players drew for the highest card. Paul
won.
They breathed heavily, leering at Ellen. Wide-eyed and tremoring, she
walked to the staircase, looking back at us in the dimness of the game
room.
Ellen's Story:
I had known from the beginning I'd have to involve all these men;
otherwise, anyone of them could have talked. My voice quaking, I
murmured, "I want you all. But Paul's the winner. He's first."
My knees were shaking as I took Paul by the hand. I turned once more to
Bill like I hadn't made up my mind. My stomach was churning. Bill's
eyes glinted beneath the chandelier. The long faces of Leo and Tom
displayed disappointment, but they smiled. Paul and I turned for the
stairs to our bedroom.
Paul's eyes are dark and brooding. Muscular and lean, his arms look
like telephone poles, the fingers of his large hands like bananas. My
body trembled as he closed the door, taking me in his arms. His hands
fondled my soft breasts as I unzipped his gray slacks, stroking his
stiffening manhood. My breasts heaved as he unbuttoned my blouse and
untied my skirt. My clothes puddled to the floor.
I'd known Paul and his wife for two years. Perhaps that should have
made me feel guilty, but somehow the thought heightened my desire for
the sin. I unbuttoned his shirt, then pulled away his slacks. I knelt
to worship the long engorged member curving up before me.
My fingers were shaking like leaves in the wind. I grasped his hips as
my trembling lips enveloped his velvety manhood. As my lips slid along
his length, my eyes rolled up to watch his face. He stared back,
chewing his lower lip, his hands clasping my bobbing head. His hips
thrust madly. His eyes glazed.
I tremored with fright as he grasped my arms, lifting and pushing me
back on the waterbed. My groin was thrusting in excitation toward his
twitching tool. Hovering above me, he spread my legs. His tongue lathed
my breasts, then traced a sensuous path down my stomach. My vagina
quivered up to his mouth.
He guided his lengthy tool's broad head to my vagina. I wailed,
realizing the others could hear me downstairs. I no longer cared. My
shaved cunt closed tightly around his throbbing staff. My eyes widened
as I stared down at the huge instrument sinking its full length. My
hips rotated, my cuntal walls contracting and pulling his engorged
length.
He thrust into me like a wild stallion fucking a young mare. My vaginal
walls smoldered. I mewed with each entry. Closing my eyes, I locked my
legs around his back. His hips were slapping against my hungry loins.
I shuddered. My straining vagina accepted each entry of his broad tool.
My body lifted from the waterbed with each withdrawal. Paul's rod
tunneled deeper. My mouth formed an "oh" as I moaned in thrilling
ecstasy, my eyes opening widely to watch the instrument driving into
me.
The door creaked open. Leo and Tom were standing nude in the doorway,
their forms outlined by the dim lighting from the bathroom down the
hall. Each walked to a separate side of our bed. My husband was leaning
against the doorjamb, pumping his cock furiously.
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Bill's Story:
When we opened the door, Paul turned to acknowledge us but continued
fucking my wife. Ellen looked at Leo. Leo is about her height, heavyset
but muscular, with the thick neck, shoulders, and arms of a weight-
lifter, which is just what he is. Her tremoring hand reached to stroke
Leo's semi- tumescent member. She grasped Tom's soft cock, pulling it
to her lips. As Tom's cock gathered its full, hard length, it glistened
beneath the dim stream of light filtering through the door. Leo's broad
chest hovered above her as he suckled one of her nipples that were
standing out like spikes. Her moans of pleasure were muffled by Tom's
broad-beamed member fucking into her hungry mouth.
I wondered whether Ellen thought about these men being married to her
closest friends. As for Leo, Tom, and Paul, I knew that at this point
they didn't give a damn.
Paul was fucking my wife with a frenzy. She was pumping Tom's thick
cock and mouthing Leo's full length. Paul shuddered, then groaned as he
exploded.
Leo took his place. As Leo's body hammered between her splayed legs,
her hips grinding and thrusting with his rhythm, the bedside telephone
rang. I said, "Let the recorder answer it," but Ellen put a finger to
her lips for us to quiet down and picked up the receiver. Ellen's lips
ovaled in awe at the size of the cock ramming into her shaved pussy.
Leo hadn't missed a stroke. His broad member thrust deeper. Ellen's
hips tremored at the onslaught. Her voice quaked softly as she answered
into the telephone, "Hel...Hello-o-o-oh!"
It was her friend, Christine, who was telling her what a great movie
she'd missed that night. Finally, Christine asked, "Are you all right?
You sound a little strange." Whatever Ellen said in response, Christine
laughed, "Oh! You're being fucked by BILL! WOW! Can I ever pick some
great times to CALL! Look, I'll call back tomorrow night!" When Ellen
told us about the conversation, we broke up in gales of laughter.
Leo, however, seemed oblivious to what had happened and kept thrusting
into her. The mood returned as he began erupting his hot sperm. And
then, Tom was pumping into her. Her ankles locked around his back. He
murmured, "Oh, GOD!"
She told Tom, "I love you, Tom! I've always loved you! Oh, fuck me,
Tom! FUCK me!" I didn't know whether she meant it or not, but for some
overwhelming erotic reason, my cock expanded to enormous proportions as
she was proclaiming her deep love for him.
She rolled until her legs were straddling him. Leaning over Paul's
supine body, she brought him again to hardness. Her hand stroked Leo's
cock.
Ellen's Story:
The heated male flesh around me electrified my mind and body! I could
feel our cosmic orgasms rolling up from the distance. A massive groan
in unison surrounded me.
I was pumping Leo's cock furiously, relishing the feel of his soft
outer skin that slipped over the hardness beneath. His purple veins
bulged over the pale skin.
I curled my hand around Paul's member, pulling it to Leo's. I rolled
one slippery shaft in a circular motion around the other as they closed
their eyes to experience the fleshy veins of another man's tool jerk
and throb in my hands.
I stared at the bulging shafts I was rubbing together. The cock- heads
surged in excitation, glistening a deep crimson. Tom stared at the two
cocks that were only inches from his face. Tom rode me savagely. I
pulled Leo and Paul closer; the undersides of their shafts met from
root to head. Softly grasping the upper half of each cock, I slid them
together in lengthwise motions.
Raising my torso, I strained my lips to envelope the heads of both
penises, my tongue lathing the walnut-sized cock heads as I pressed
them together at the roots. They groaned at the thrills rippling
through their rubbery tools.
Electrical currents shimmied through my body. The feeling of two
throbbing shafts in my hands and mouth, and another fucking into my
fluttering vagina, drove me wild. Rolling my head, I screamed
ecstatically.
Tom's tongue twined around mine. I pulled Leo's and Paul's lengthy rods
into my mouth, rolling my tongue through the crevice between Tom's
tongue and their shafts. Tom's body tensed. His cock twisted and
slammed into my vagina with full force, plunging to the furthest
reaches of my steaming cuntal walls. My clitoris pulsated in pre-
orgasmic spasms with each savage entry.
My head was thrashing from side to side, my vision blurring from the
sensual overdose of multiple fucking. A fire storm was raging through
me as I shivered helplessly beneath them, like the maiden prize of an
ancient conquering army. My eyes rolled in excitation as I felt the
throb of an expectant eruption.
In the dim light, I could see a large pale vein pulsating in Tom's
temple as he drove relentlessly into me. My hips gyrated madly in
passion. My hair flailed the warm night air. I shuddered wantonly, my
groin rotating wildly. The searing heat of his rubbery staff flooded
through me. My hands were still stroking Leo and Paul. Tom's broad tool
painfully stretched my lubricated walls to the breaking point. My body
throbbed in an explosive shower of mind-numbing pleasure as I thrashed
beneath his hammering hips. Murmuring my desire, I radiated with
passion.
I was insane with desire! I rolled, until my long legs were kneeling
away from Tom, my backside to him. I released my grip from the other
two men. My elbows braced my body against the headboard as Tom's hands
grasped my hips; he entered my quivering pussy from the rear. I wailed
when we were united. And strangely, it was as if no one else were in
the room; just Tom and I. My passion smoldered.
His manhood throbbed within me. His swollen balls slap-slap-slapped
against my buttocks. Crazed with desire, I cried as he thrust into me.
My hips rotated like a ferris wheel gone mad. I fucked back against him
like I was riding an untamed bronco. I breathed lustily, "Oh-h-h! Fuck
me! FUCK me, Tom!" Hot ecstatic coals had been poured into my vagina.
I turned my head to watch him, my eyes wide. He hammered his long
instrument like a massive machine. My lips ovaled in wonder. I was a
cosmic surfer, riding a celestial wave. When our eyes locked, we each
recognized the mutual feeling - We loved fucking the other. We loved
this adultery. We loved.
I relished the exquisite feeling of his huge cock slipping into me. As
Tom's hips gyrated, twisting his manhood deep within, my cuntal walls
irradiated in a passionate white heat. I was whimpering in delight.
I glanced to Bill who had groaned from the doorway. His nostrils
flared. His eyes gleamed like those of a hungry coyote surveying his
prey. Bill squinted, his lips parted, as he gripped his cock. He
murmured savagely, "Oh, God-d-d-d!" The realization that my husband was
about to come while watching his friends fuck his wife rocketed my
desire into hyper-drive. Tom was now ramming his shaft into my cunt
like a sledgehammer, his hard stomach flattening my buttocks each time
he slammed into me from behind.
The other men, pumping their tools furiously, were slack-jawed. They
stared in wonder at Tom's and my passionate union of orgiastic flesh.
Tom was still lost in the lusty vortex, oblivious to the others.
Then it began. The thunder of cosmic orgasm was rolling up from lust's
distant mountains in lightning-laden clouds. The breadth of Tom's
manhood was now expanding monstrously like the explosive upsurge of a
volcano about to burst. We shared an ecstatic sigh. I was sobbing like
I was about to die. As I realized Tom was about to come, I moaned, "Oh,
GOD-D-D-D, YES-S-S-S!" I writhed in ecstasy as his thrilling tempo
increased and cried, "Oh DO it to me, Tom! I'm so fucking hot, I don't
know what to DO! Fuck me, Tom! FUCK me-e-e-e!"
I sobbed, staring straight ahead at the headboard as he rammed into me
from behind. Warm tears of joy streaked across my face like tropical
rain on the windshield of a speeding jetliner. The salty liquid spread
through my mouth as I moaned, "Oh God, Tom! I'm going to COME! I'm
going to COME WITH YOU! Oh God! It's so fucking AWESOME!"
And now, it was happening! Oh God help me! The tidal wave was upon us.
I shuddered, my body on fire with the cosmic power of our orgasmic
flood! We wailed in unison. The lightning thunderclapped. A million
stars burst throughout the room.
Tom's hot semen burst through my waiting channel. I screamed as his
lengthy member erupted molten lava through my steaming cuntal walls. My
arms enwrapped the shuddering torsos of the men kneeling on each side.
I was sobbing with passion, my tears flowing in torrents.
I throbbed in a sensation of dying in rapture. My mind was separated
from my body as if my eyes were looking down from the ceiling upon
Tom's body fucking his climactic crescendo into my cunt from the rear.
The vision of overwhelming passion was playing out before me like I was
a spirit watching from a cloud. I knew I was dying but no longer cared.
I reached for Tom's shaft as it was about to explode, my mouth pulling
its surging cream from deep within his balls. He collapsed on the bed,
his body jerking as he groaned mightily.
At the final moment, as I screamed in abandon, Leo rammed his broad,
steaming cock into my wide open mouth. My lips clamped upon it as my
tremoring tongue gripped the underside of his cock. I was swallowing
his warm sperm as it spurted through the walls of my mouth. My mind was
spinning in rapturous torrents, capturing the lusty thoughts of every
man in the room.
The final orgasm rippled electrically through my cunt in a massive
explosion. I imagined a skyscraper collapsing into rubble. My body was
shuddering like leaves in a hurricane.
After we'd fluttered to earth, we showered. I was lathered and rinsed
by the four men until my skin squeaked. We returned to the bedroom. I
collapsed face down on the waterbed. The others lay across my body. We
drifted asleep but were awakened an hour later by the alarm Bill had
set on the headboard. Leo took the final ten minutes before they had to
leave; I guess he wanted to prove he was the ultimate stud. Leo rolled
me above him until I was straddling his hips, then fucked me twice
more. It wasn't that erotic; the other men were laughing and muttering,
"Come off it, Leo!" and "You think you're a teenager again?" I gladly
took all he could give. It had been the greatest night of my life.
Bill and I still relive that night in the privacy of our bedroom, but
for reasons too numerous to tell here, its history wasn't repeated. The
rapport and friendship established with these men in a non-sexual way
was amazing to me. Occasionally in a social situation, a coded remark
is dropped by one of them with a wink. Their wives and other friends
are unaware of the meanings of these remarks. And not one of them would
dare offend Bill by suggesting to me that we get together on the side.
Chapter 6 - Brother
By Bill and Ellen
Ellen's Story:
I hadn't realized why I was frequently attracted to younger men until
my brother Roger visited us for three days last November.
Although I don't dwell upon the past, I cannot help remembering now and
then the tragedy of our youth. Roger was just a year younger than me
when we learned our parents were killed in an air accident; the
incident was particularly newsworthy because of the spectacularly
horrible way in which the airliner had plowed through a Southern
California neighborhood. Television and newspaper coverage kept the
awful circumstances before our eyes for days thereafter.
We were alone in our home for three days, awaiting our aunt and uncle
from Central Ohio to come for us. I was to live with them only a year
before leaving to accept a job in another city; Roger stayed with them
through four years of college and R.O.T.C., after which he joined the
Army. He's now a paratrooper.
While we awaited my aunt and uncle who were driving cross country
because they were afraid of flying, my brother and I were each
emotionally vulnerable. Adult family friends visited daily, bringing us
food and trying to keep our minds occupied with thoughts of the future,
not the past or present.
The night before my aunt and uncle arrived, after Roger had showered, I
heard him sobbing. He was still in the bathroom. I was nude, two rooms
away in my closet, looking through a line of clothes for my pajamas. I
gave up on the pj's, tugged my terry robe from a hanger, and tied it
about me as I walked to the bath.
The door was ajar. I pushed it open to find Roger, leaning over a sink
as he splashed water in his face to clear his tears. Having just
toweled off, his black hair was mussed and glistening.
A dark blue towel was wrapped around his lower torso. His eyes were
reddened as he looked up at my mirrored reflection and murmured, "I
don't think I can take it anymore."
Although he's now three inches taller, at that time Roger and I were
the same height. I hugged him to me. Our bodies pressed together as I
rocked his head on my shoulder.
He seemed dazed by the emotional storm. He shuddered as he whimpered,
"I don't want to stay in my room alone! Can I sleep in your bed
tonight?"
I led him by the hand to my room. Preoccupied with despair, he hadn't
seemed to notice that his towel had fallen away as we entered
my bedroom door. I averted my eyes from his smooth, nude body and
invitingly patted the pillow alongside me on my small bed. I turned off
the lamp, then billowed the thin white sheet over us as he crawled in
beside me. He held me agonizingly like he was afraid he'd fall into
some abyss as he lay quietly in the darkness. Like me, Roger was
slender and long-limbed, his body as firm as mine from swimming and
playing softball; we made a good fit, I'd thought as our arms twined
around the other's neck.
I smiled when he was finally slumbering, his cheek laying over mine.
Just minutes later, I fell asleep.
Sometime in the early morning hours, I awoke. My robe was open from the
shoulders, exposing my warm nakedness. Roger, as always, snored
lightly. My body was pressed to his nudity from our stomachs down to
our legs. His body felt feverish. His hands were curled beneath his
chin, his elbow resting between my breasts.
Although I couldn't see his young penis which had swelled as he slept,
I could feel its broad and lengthy firmness bulging between the vee of
my legs. The pressure against my vagina had awakened me. Although I
knew I shouldn't be feeling this way, I was electrified with the
sexuality of my brother's naked flesh against mine.
I started to push him away until I remembered his crying. Not wishing
to awaken him, I lay that way for hours. Unmentionable images were
running through my mind. His manhood burgeoned as his body twitched in
sleep-induced dreams, causing me to shudder as it now and then slid
ever so slightly through my legs and the furrows of my virgin
womanhood. It was torture and it was pleasure. I didn't want to remain
in that agonizing position, yet didn't want to move.
His head twisted to rest on my right breast, his lips brushing the
nipple. He slept on. His mouth opened slightly, nursing a breast as if
his dreams had returned him to infancy.
His tongue and lips worked over by breast with soft slurping sounds.
His hips moved about, causing his penis to wriggle against my vagina.
My hand, trapped beneath his head, cupped the back of his neck. I was
fighting an urge to pull him even closer.
I was going out of my mind with desire; but the knowledge that to do so
was wrong prevented me from responding. Eventually, the will power I'd
mustered to pretend I was unaffected left me exhausted. I fell again
into a deep slumber. For the rest of the night, I dreamed of a faceless
man lying alongside me in the darkness as the two of us fondled the
other.
In the morning, we awoke to the jangling of the alarm clock perched on
the headboard above me. I folded my arm behind me, afraid to touch him.
Roger's face was pressing warmly into my tender breast. His lips
enveloped the firmness of my excited nipple. His eyes fluttered open,
rolling up to meet mine. Only slightly awakened, he glanced to the
inviting breast before him and rolled back to the pillow. I couldn't
have admitted that I didn't want him to stop nursing my pulsating
nipple.
The erotic dreams had left me in a state of hyper-excitement. Except
for my reaching to shut off the alarm, I hadn't moved. The room was
dim, still an hour away from sunrise. Roger's manhood was even more
aroused, its bulging base now throbbing against my clitoris. He looked
shocked for a fleeting moment, then pretended nothing was wrong.
We stared at the other, both in a state of half-sleep. I could no
longer control my frenzied body; my small hips hunched slowly back and
forth, massaging my clitoris over the lengthy curvature of his
hardness. Our eyes closed. His elbow slid away from the young fullness
of my breasts, his tremoring hands gently cupping and stroking the
mounds. My nipples jutted out in excitation, bouncing beneath his
touch.
I slowly became aware of my arm I'd folded behind me; my dangling hand
was touching his hard penis that extended just beyond the back of my
legs. My fingers were drawn to it, stroking the tip. The manipulations
caused it to pulse and jitter, further arousing my stimulated body.
Raising my leg slightly, I bent my knee forward to rest on Roger's hip.
My slender hand encompassed his monstrous member through the back of my
legs. I gently pulled his young manhood's outer skin.
Although I'd had no such experience before, I knew just what to do.
Just a month before, I'd crawled to the backyard shed's roof to watch
the stars. As I was laying flat on my back, my hands folded beneath my
neck, I glanced toward a barely perceptible movement coming from
Roger's lighted window. Roger was standing alongside his bed, his hand
pumping against his groin. I'd sat up, bracing my elbow against the
slant of the roof, and peered down to his window.
And I knew immediately! He was MASTURBATING! Although the fascinating
vision held no sensuality for me at the time, I was enthralled! I
remember grinning as I watched; it was just all so INTERESTING!
And now, yes, in my sleepy turmoil, I knew just what to do. With my
hand around my leg to my back, I was masturbating him! I remember my
fearful surprise as I learned the skin seemed so thin against the
pulsating muscle beneath. My fist was trembling like a leaf on our
backyard maple tree fluttering in the wind.
I shivered in the intoxication of the moment, feeling his manhood
coated with my own heated vaginal oils. It was all so new to me! Our
first sexual excitement was mounting in a tempestuous storm! His eyes
opened a moment, then closed again. He moved in and out of my legs, and
all the time stroking my heaving breasts. We gasped. His manhood
wrested through my fingers. As I moved my palpitating hips to and fro,
I pressed my clitoris madly firmly to his throbbing hardness.
He arched his back, his lips pulling on my nipple, and moaned.
My breath hissed out like steam from a radiator. His body tensed, his
arms tightening about me. He shuddered and groaned as my sensitive
furrows sensed his orgasmic fluid rocketing through his manhood. The
soft, warm liquid splashed through my hand, onto the back of my legs. I
squealed, grasping his penis firmly. Our bodies shimmied as his teeth
bit into my nipple, the pain causing tears to pool in my eyes.
Our eyes snapped open in unison, fully awakened, realizing what we were
doing; then, his face reddened. Each of us trembled, slowly pulling the
sheet back. The robe was still open to my sides, my naked flesh pressed
to his feverish and shuddering nudity. Roger puddled the sheet to the
floor behind him.
He pulled away from me slowly. His manhood seemed interminably long and
as it glided moistly through my legs. An electric shock rippled through
me. I didn't close my robe as he rose to a sitting position, then
stood, turning to stare down at my breasts and the curling mass of soft
hair covering my pulsing groin. I rubbed the wetness on my hand against
the pillow. My full lips parted in disbelief at what we'd done; yet, in
my frenzied state, I kept pushing it to the back of my mind.
I was fascinated by his jutting length and the thickness of his black
pubic hair. The purplish red tip glistened in the pale morning light;
the bulging veins that ran the length of his excited rod throbbed,
enhancing the erotic thunderstorm that was rumbling through me. My lips
trembled. My face glowed red. I was unable to tear my eyes away from
his member, bobbing and pointing toward ME! I'd wanted to reach out and
pull on it again; but now, fully awake, I restrained my urge. His gaze
roamed my quaking body.
Although I couldn't have admitted it, my hips were rolling and
thrusting like I was inviting him back to the bed! My face burned in a
shameless blush.
He controlled himself, now feigning disinterest, as if it hadn't
occurred. Lifting his towel from the floor at the doorway, he mumbled,
"Want corn flakes for breakfast?"
Licking the fullness of my pale dry lips, I glanced to his pole pushing
the towel out from his groin. I rolled on my back, feeling the puddle
of his warm creamy liquid spreading beneath me. Closing and tying the
robe, I went along with the charade, rose from the bed, and said,
"Sure, I'll fix it." The image of his hardness, thrusting from the
thick pubic hair, flitted through my mind the entire morning.
And the incident was never mentioned between us again. Until a month
ago, when Roger visited us.
Bill's Story:
I'd always liked Ellen's brother. He seemed to be the perfect soldier,
like he was married to the Army. As handsome as Ellen is beautiful,
Roger looks like he stepped from a recruiting poster - short black
hair, athletic, poised, with a countenance of calm thoughtfulness.
Although I could understand his love for the military, I hadn't cared
as much for the Marines, even after giving the corps nine years of my
life before leaving for civilian life to practice engineering. Now, I
think better of it in retrospect because I tend to remember only the
good parts. Roger, though, seems to live for nothing except the next
jump from an airplane, the ten-mile runs, and all the unquestioned
regimen that had once irritated the hell out of me. Like Ellen, he
never swears, doesn't smoke, and drinks nothing alcoholic but a couple
of glasses a wine a month, maybe even less. He laughs easily, never
complains, and never runs out of jokes. Yeah. Clean jokes.
Ellen of course had told me about the incident with her brother, which
fascinated me. During his second night of his three-day visit with us,
we were swimming in our backyard pool while Roger was out jogging.
The moon's narrow sliver of gold hung in the black sky. The distant
dining room's small window of light spilled across the trimmed lawn and
onto the dark waters of the swimming pool, providing the only other
illumination. Ellen swam to the pool ladder, grasped a rung, and said,
"I think I know now why I'm often attracted to men a few years younger
than me." It was out of the blue; we hadn't even been talking about
Roger.
I started to ask why but somehow knew exactly what she was thinking. I
acknowledged, "Because of your brother." I raised my eyebrows
questioningly. "Right?"
She nodded affirmatively and giggled, "Too weird for words, isn't it?"
She clambered up the ladder, stripped off her swimsuit and lifted her
beach robe from the pool deck.
I paddled back a couple of feet from the pool's rim, looked up at her
as she was toweling off, and suggested, "Why don't you tell him?"
She looked shocked, responding, "Oh, I couldn't!"
I crawled from the pool and reached for the towel. Draping my suit
alongside hers on the lawn chair to dry in the night air, I picked up
the other robe, pushing my arms through its sleeves as I walked behind
her through the darkened hedges and into the house. I cinched my robe
and said, "Who knows? He could've been disturbed over the memory.
Talking it out could solve some problems."
Looking back, I don't really think I believed what I was saying, that
the memory bothered her brother. He was one of the most well adjusted
men I'd known. But I added, "I'm sure he hasn't forgotten it." Perhaps
if I'd thought more about my deeper motives, I wouldn't have pursued
the conversation, but eventually Ellen agreed that just bringing the
subject up would be harmless.
We were sitting in nothing but our robes at the kitchen bar, drinking
tea while awaiting Roger to return from his nightly jog. Ellen thought
over my suggestion, then turned from the bar stool, smiled with an
agreeable nod, and walked toward the hallway.
I asked, "Where are you going?"
She returned a half minute later and said, "Just removed the towels
from the bathroom."
I was puzzled.
Just moments later, Roger knocked, opened the front door, and strode
into the foyer. He was dressed in yellow running shorts and jogging
shoes. A silver military chain dangled about his neck. He grinned,
sweat running from his black hair down his face. He waved at us, and
mumbled, "Going to the shower! Join you in a minute."
When he closed the door, I turned to Ellen and grinned in realization
at what she'd done, "O-kay. So he's going to have to ask for a towel,
and you're going to take it to him."
She bit her lip, smiled, and acknowledged, "Uh-huh." My nostrils flared
slightly at the fresh smell of a cologne she'd splashed on while she'd
been in the hallway.
Just two minutes later, Roger was calling from the half opened door.
Ellen pulled a couple of rose tinted towels from the closet and walked
in, holding out a towel, draping the other over her arm.
I glanced down the hall to the bath mirror's reflection through the
open door. He didn't cover himself as he dried off; Ellen was leaning
against the sink and chatting with him as he ran an electric razor over
his late-evening stubble. He wrapped the towel around his hips.
They joined me at the kitchen bar. As they talked, they seemed detached
and unconcerned with the out-of-place occurrence. She'd been casually
talking to him while he was nude! I was amazed.
I reached to the liquor cabinet and retrieved a spectacular potion I'd
intermixed for special occasions, a third-quart of grain alcohol with
white wine, the taste disguised by a couple of drops of tobo oil as I'd
learned while stationed in Turkey.
I pulled 3 wine glasses from our cupboard and poured; and although they
kept insisting they'd drunk enough, I kept pouring their glasses full.
And when we were later sitting in the floor and talking, my back to a
wall and their backs against the couch, I rested my elbow on the coffee
table and filled their glasses again. Although Ellen drinks very
little, she knew that wine mixed with pure alcohol has a lightening-
like, numbing effect; I found it interesting that she wasn't offering
any comments other than just calling it "wine."
They'd lost count of the drinks. Roger stared blankly at the glass I'd
just refilled and laughed, "No more! I'm drunk." I knew he wasn't
kidding; I'd been sipping only a single glass of the potent potion and
was more adept than either of them at holding liquor; yet I could feel
electrical currents racing through me. The tobo oil would make it
worse; it's like eating butter before drinking; you don't really know
you're drunk when your stomach's coated with butter; then as the oil's
absorbed, the full effect hits at once.
"Me too," Ellen giggled; but she took one more swallow, set the glass
on the table, and waved toward the bottle negatively. She added,
"That's IT for ME! My head will be the size of a basketball by
morning." They thought about the image of a basketball balancing on
Ellen's shoulders an instant, then burst out laughing in unison, each
stone drunk for the first time in their lives.
I walked to the far side of the kitchen bar where I was just able to
see their reflections in the mirrored wall. Folding my arms, I leaned
my back against the refrigerator, watched, and listened.
Ellen sighed, patting his hand across her bare legs that were jutting
from her hip-length terry robe. She reminisced, "Earlier tonight, I was
remembering something similar to this that once happened between us."
Her brother's eyes were glazed. He was having trouble comprehending
their simple conversation and mumbled, "What's that?"
She told him. He hesitated before answering, then nodded, saying, "I
think about that night every once in a while."
Although Ellen hadn't noticed, her white beach robe had fallen open as
she leaned forward, exposing generous proportions of her breasts and
her slim stomach. Roger stole occasional glances at her semi-bared
breasts as she breathed softly. From where Roger was sitting, he
glimpsed the brownish circle of a nipple.
She flattened the palm of his hand against her thigh; the tips of her
fingers brushed his muscular arm. She asked, "What do you think about?"
He described the incident just as Ellen had told me, stopping now and
then in his recollection as if he kept forgetting his train of thought.
And eventually he'd recalled it in great detail. The effect of the
alcohol and the sensuality of the remembrance were having a noticeable
effect on him.
Her senses dazed, Ellen hadn't noticed his engorged member pushing the
soft towel around his hips toward the ceiling. She smiled softly, "That
incident never caused me any misgivings. I just wanted to know if it
had a lasting effect on you."
He looked sheepish, his forehead wrinkled slightly as the corners of
his eyes sought hers. "I think of it in a fond way." Cautiously, he
reached for another sip of wine and went on, "I probably shouldn't say
this." He gulped the wine. "For years thereafter, I'd wanted it to
happen again."
They were still chatting when I strolled back in the room but stopped
talking as they looked up at my intrusion. Turning to Roger, Ellen
said, "Oh, don't worry. Bill knows all about it. He gets excited every
time I tell him the details." She could never have admitted that if she
had been as cold sober as I was.
They laughed when I nodded and said, grinning, "Most exciting thing I'd
ever heard."
I rolled my tongue thoughtfully against the inside of my cheek and
said, "I didn't really think of it as incest. I mean you didn't have
intercourse."
They mumbled a few thoughts about my questionable concept, then half
heartedly agreed.
I added, "It's possible to have sensual experiences which aren't
incestuous." After they'd asked me to explain, I went on, "Well, for
example. Suppose you were laying on your back." I gestured for Roger to
lay back on the floor. He complied.
Ellen's eyes were glazed as she stared down at his engorged penis, now
raising the towel like a flag pole. Her lips parted in surprise,
forming an oval, as she inhaled a wispy breath. She looked away with a
slight jerk of her head like she was trying to clear her head of the
alcohol-induced trance, then again turned to look at him.
I suggested that Ellen sit over his groin. Although intoxicated, she
was reluctant; but as Roger also urged her on, she straddled him, her
naked legs over the towel covering his hips. Somehow this created an
immediate bond that even I could feel to form between them, as if I
weren't even there. Ellen's eyes widened as she stared transfixed at
her brother. His facial muscles twitched as he glanced down to where
Ellen's robe parted slightly, exposing a portion of her shaved mound.
This must have seemed a bit unreal to them, but anyone who's drunk will
accept almost anything as normal. I waited as they looked at the other,
breathing heavily.
Ellen gulped, unable to look away from the rising protrusion of the
towel covering his groin. She asked me, her voice tremoring, "What
now?" Roger's lips quivered.
I reached to untie Ellen's robe, pulling it open. She looked at me
questioningly, gasping as she started to re-tie the belt. Then, she
hesitated, turning her gaze downward to Roger's innocent face. He
nodded his assent; she returned the affirmative gesture, allowing the
loose folds of her robe to remain open to her brother's full view. In
his alcoholic stupor, her brother raised himself slightly on his
elbows, blinking as he gazed to the fullness of her breasts and to her
groin's smoothly shaved mound. Ellen's jaw sagged slightly, her stare
affixed in awesome wonder on her brother's protruding towel. Roger
again lay his back flat on the floor.
My tongue was thickened and dry. I could feel the erotic heat
irradiating between them. The warmth of her body had allowed a faint
wisp of cologne to drift through the room.
I tugged at his towel that was separating them. Ellen accommodated me
by wriggling slightly, allowing me to pull it away. Her bare thighs
hovered an inch above his groin a moment as if she were still
undecided. When he offered no response, she settled slowly down on him
again.
Each gasped in unison as their naked flesh slid together. She leaned
forward and spread her fingers, bracing her hands against his chest.
Her gaping robe hung just over her shoulders, down her sides, the way
the white terry robe of her youth had exposed her nudity to her
brother's eyes so many years before.
Her body tremored slightly at the close intimate contact of his long
penis with the rim of her cuntal lips. Roger's length was impressive;
his broad member twitched in excitation as the purplish tip brushed the
curvature of her soft breast. Her hips moved just slightly, pushing her
groin gently against his penis in an involuntary motion. But I'd
noticed it, and so had Roger. He'd shuddered as her warm womanhood
brushed against his pole. It was clear she was fighting an urge to move
about.
I leaned back against the wall and waited. Deciding I may have already
pushed this too far, I offered no further suggestions. But I didn't
need to; the room's air was charged with the sexual electricity between
them.
And now, Ellen no longer asked me for instructions. Her thighs squeezed
his hips, relaxed, and squeezed again. Rogers legs cautiously stroked
her inner thighs, his hips rolling slightly, causing his lengthy cock
to brush a wide swathe across her stomach.
Ellen's body was stilled but intense; but when he moaned, as if giving
eager permission, she began moving her pussy lips back and forth, her
sweet smelling lubricant coating his cock as it was pushed flat against
his stomach with each movement of her hips. His blood- engorged member
fit her smooth furrow like a ball in a socket as if they were made for
each other. Of course; yes, I thought, they were! Each made for the
other! I gulped my second glass of wine.
It was obvious her clitoris was now hyper-excited as her bald flesh
slid over the broad pole, creating the necessary friction. The wine had
taken its full toll, releasing all inhibitions. Her lips formed a
circle, her body shivering. Immersed in lust, she moaned, "Annnhhhhh!
Ooooohhhh!" Her groin pressed more firmly against his long cock and
hairy stomach.
He groaned, "Oh, God, it feels...it feels GOOD! Ellen! Even better than
I'd IMAGINED!"
I arose quietly and walked out of the room, lingering in the darkness
of the hallway to watch the rest - of what I'd begun - to unfold. They
were writhing together in slow, measured movements.
Ellen increased the tempo of her hips and whimpered, "UNGHHH! OOOHHH!
Oh, YES, Roger! It feels GOOD! I don't want it to stop. It's making me
so fucking horny, I don't know what to DO!"
Roger was now lifting his hips, matching each thrust as her aching cunt
trapped his cock against his belly. Her pussy lips and clitoris slid
down his cock's length each time he lifted his hips. She thrust her
hips, moving her hot wet flesh back up its massive length.
"Oh, GOD!" Roger groaned. "I know I shouldn't be enjoying this! But I
just can't HELP it!"
I smiled, knowing there was no turning back for either of them.
Ellen whimpered, "Don't stop, brother." Tears pooled in her eyes,
streaking her cheeks. She whispered lustily, "I love it too! Your COCK!
It's so BIG! So HOT! I love it more than ANYTHING, Roger! I'll do
anything you WANT if you'll just keep doing what you're doing!"
In the hallway's darkness, I opened my robe. I began pumping my cock
with a fury. With each forward thrust of Ellen's hips, Roger heaved his
loins upward. Her excited groin wriggled as his cock slithered up the
furrow of her eager, heated cunt. With each ebbing flow beneath her
clitoris, she squealed in agonizing pleasure.
Ellen thought I'd left for the bedroom. She whispered to Roger, "Oh
GOD! I can't believe what I'm FEELING! I can't believe what I want to
ask you! I want you to fuck me, Roger! WOULD you? Would you FUCK your
sister? WILL you?"
Inflamed with lust, Roger grasped her hips. He nodded in enthusiastic
agreement. He breathed, "I'd love to. I'd LOVE to fuck you!"
She rolled away to lay on her back, her legs splayed. Her hips were
grinding an euphoric invitation to fuck her. Her eyes were wide, her
lips ovaled. She tremored fearfully like a trapped rabbit facing a
predator as her brother's nude body hovered expectantly above her.
His cock twitched, jutting out in a threatening gesture. His face took
on a determined demeanor like that of a bombardier about to taste the
fruits of a perfect mission. The massive poker poised to dive into the
red hot coals of her depths that were now blazing like a furnace. He
shuddered wantonly as Ellen's quivering fingers combed through his
thick black patch of pubic hair. He murmured, "My balls are hard as
rocks! I couldn't stop now if I wanted to. And I don't WANT to!" His
comment was also a question, allowing her time to refuse, to push him
away; yet I knew that neither of them could stop now.
Ellen's reactions exceeded my expectations. Gazing at the long penis
menacing her furry mound, she pleaded, "Oh, YES, brother! I WANT you to
fuck me! I can't WAIT! I want you to fuck me so bad it hurts!"
She quivered her cunt up. Grasping his throbbing tool with her small
fist, she pulled it toward her vaginal lips. Ellen's raging passion
caused her body to blush a flaming red. Now, his prick had grown to a
particularly lusty state, reaching inches beyond the breadth of his
sister's fist. She stroked his long hardness, then pulled it to the
mouth of her trembling pussy. Upon contact with its tip, she squealed,
"OOOOOHHHH! GOD-D-D-D-D!"
Her long slender legs involuntarily wrapped around his hips; and then,
as if her legs had a mind of their own, her legs tugged his loins
toward her. His cock entered her tight muscle-rimmed opening as she
writhed beneath him in unconcealed desire.
My heart was thumping like a sledgehammer. A hot breath escaped my
lips. Ellen lifted her hips eagerly to his massive member. They shared
a sigh. Their mutual pledges of sibling love sounded like a ceremony as
their bodies were about to be united. Her cuntal folds enveloped the
head of his prick, then slid around his tool as he entered her.
He flinched and moaned as he forced inward. Her vaginal muscles
fearfully contracted, then relaxed, allowing his cock to spread the
mouth of her cunt still wider. She arched her back, grinding her hips
against the softness of the carpet as her brother's tool slid snugly
into place.
Sobbing ecstatically, Ellen screamed, "Oh, Roger! You're KILLING me! I
LOVE it! I love YOU! You're so fucking BIG! I can't STAND it! Do it!
FUCK... FUCK ME-E-E-E-E!" There was nothing contradictory about her
fevered pleas. Her brother was clearly huge, yet Ellen wouldn't have
wanted him to stop. Her pain was replaced by unbelievable pleasure! She
cried out in the heights of rapture known only to those who have tasted
the white heat of forbidden pleasures.
I'd never seen anything like it! Ellen and Roger were boiling with
lust. Their bodies thrashed against the other like hellish morsels in a
bubbling cauldron. Her nipples were dark and swollen as her brother's
mouth lathed her soft breasts. He was riding his sister with a fury.
Bucking against his groin, she thrilled in their unspeakable taboo, a
tumultuous sweetness they'd never known. Her hands ran up and down his
torso. The inflamed yolks of her eyes were wild, rolling in wide
circles as his tool skewered her steaming channel. Her eager cunt
sucked in his lengthy member like a muscular hand milking a bloated
udder.
Ellen's knees pressed against his body. Her gyrating groin was pliant
and responsive, yielding to Roger's full lusty length. Transfixed at
the long cock boring deeper into her cunt, she wiped the tears from her
cheeks. Sobbing in erotic abandon, she whimpered, "Oh GOD, I'm so
HAPPY! I want you to fuck me FOREVER!" She returned his ardor in full
measure as his tool plowed on, throbbing through her cuntal walls like
a resonating telephone pole.
"I will," he promised, his muscular hips ramming between her legs.
He groaned. He was about to come! He was shoving his hips forward
savagely, his cock slamming into her like a jackhammer.
Her body blushed as she accepted it eagerly; and, now, lost in a
whirlpool of lust, Ellen wailed in ecstasy, "YI-I-I-E-E-E!" Her head
thrashed from side to side, her long hair flailing the air. She was
returning his unbridled passion in full measure.
Ellen bucked ferociously against his ramming groin. She gasped, "Oh,
Roger! DO it to me, Roger! I'm going to come! You're so BIG! And in so
DEEP! Oh GOD! I'm... I'm..." She was biting her lower lip, a trickle of
blood streaking down her cheek and neck. Her long legs stroked his
muscular back. She enwrapped her arms about his neck as the soft
fullness of her lips pressed against his. The blood from her lip was
staining the carpet.
As the orgasmic storm was about to overtake them, their tongues twined;
their eyes closed to prepare their fevered minds and bodies for the
fullest of pleasure.
And then it happened! Both shuddered and moaned amid the explosive
force of her brother's fluids bursting through her molten channel.
Ellen screamed like a banshee, "OOOHHH, JESUS-S-S-S-S-S-S!" She was
coming savagely. She threw back her head with a long erotic wail,
relishing his spurting cock throbbing within her; his warm lava erupted
and cascaded through her depths for an eternity of a half- minute; her
depths were overflowing with his endlessly gushing orgasm.
Her toes pressed against the carpet like a ballerina's. She raised her
hips, forcing her shuddering groin against his as the orgasmic after-
shocks flooded through them. Her vaginal muscles were in rapturous
spasm, milking every last drop from his ejaculating prick as her cunt
pulled tightly on it again and again.
I was coming also, my knees buckling as I leaned against the wall,
spurting into the robe.
They collapsed into a cuddle, his cock still in her tight depths. They
ground greedily against the other, fiery flesh against flesh. His lips
crushed hers as each sibling hugged and stroked the other's pulsating
nakedness.
They remained like that until Ellen murmured, "If I were any fucking
drunker, I'd be on another planet." They laughed uncontrollably, then
quieted.
Ellen was staring into the deep blue pools of her brother's eyes. His
jaw was slack, his mouth dry. He grasped his glass of wine from the
coffee table, gulped half of it down, then touched the glass to his
sister's lips. She drank it greedily, unwilling to allow the peak of
their intoxication to slip away. He then reached for Ellen's half- full
glass and repeated the ceremony.
They were completely stoned. After laying in unspoken adoration for
several minutes, he arose. They stumbled toward the shower. As Ellen
led him down the hallway, she was pulling his penis up and down in her
small fist; it was softening but retaining its impressive length.
They'd left the bathroom door ajar; I watched from the hallway's
darkness, their bodies reflected in the broad mirror that faced the
shower stall. They entered, closing the glass door. The pinkness of
their flesh gleamed through the dim lighting as the shower spray
hissed. Steam swirled about their bodies.
I could hear a conversation but was unable to determine what they were
saying. She kneeled before him, her eyes rolling up to watch his face
as she ravenously gulped his length in her mouth. The softness of her
lips glided along his prick until his mammoth cock had risen to its
full, excited state.
He cupped the fullness of her breasts, stroking her round softness. He
pulled her to her feet, his tongue working its way down to her shaved
cunt. He knelt before her as if in worship. His fingers stroked the
smoothness of her mound as his tongue flicked against her clitoris.
Her hips gyrated eagerly against his mouth as she tossed her head in
wild abandon.
He stood, turning Ellen away from him, forcing her hands flat against
the red tiled wall.
Ellen leaned into the wall, turning her head to look behind her; she
gazed down upon his broad swollen cock, the head of which glistened a
dark wet purple. She spread her legs wide in eager expectation to
accept his lengthy gift. Her lips trembled. She shuddered heavily,
pushing her smooth, virgin-like cunt back against him in an eager,
grinding motion.
Her brother's eyes surveyed her perfect body, his hands sliding down
her back and cupping her buttocks lovingly. Grasping her thigh with one
hand and his massive cock with the other, he leaned forward, poising
his weapon. She tensed fearfully as the tip made contact with the mouth
of her swollen cuntal lips from the rear. He entered slowly at first;
then with a sudden shove, he sheathed his broad sword to the hilt. The
savage onslaught caused her mouth and eyes to open widely in surprise.
They were like dancers as his thick rod savagely slithered into her
blistering depths.
His sister was sobbing, "Uh Huhhh! Uh Huhhh! Shove your brotherly cock
deep into me, Roger! Fuck me! FUCK me like you LOVE me, Roger!"
With each barbarous thrust, her buttocks flattened against the hardness
of his stomach. She moaned in joyful anguish as he worked through her
depths. Whimpering, she twirled her fingers around her clitoris as she
rotated her hips in fervid passion. She squealed, "Oh, GOD! I'm COMING!
DO it, Roger! FUCK it, Roger! SHOVE it IN me, Roger! Oh, ROGER-R-R-R-R!
FUCK ME-E-E-E-E!"
Ellen's back arched expectantly, then she tremored, her hands reaching
behind her to grasp his hips as the orgasm throbbed through her. She
sobbed, biting her lower lip, as tears rolled down her cheeks. She
grasped the bulging base of his cock as it skewered through her
creaming tunnel.
Roger's jaw slackened. He increased his tempo, ramming his tool home
with a vengeance. His body jerked as he muttered, "I'm coming, Ellen!"
Ellen cried, "Oh YES!" as she pressed the nakedness of her quaking back
against her brother's shuddering chest and stomach. She fucked her hips
back and forth ecstatically and murmured, "I can FEEL it about to
EXPLODE! OHHH YES-S-S-S!"
He shuddered and groaned, lost in a tornado of passion.
Ellen's body spasmed as she leaned forward, bracing her body as her
fingernails clawed at the walls.
And then it happened! He exploded. She screamed at the sensation of his
heated sperm, spurting like a mad volcano through her vaginal walls.
She was crying, biting her shoulder in ecstasy.
Wiping her tears away, She mewed, "I loved it! I LOVED it!" She turned,
their arms twining like they had so many years before. And there they
stood, beneath the warm spray of the streaming shower, their brotherly
and sisterly flesh pressed together from head to toe.
When their bodies parted, she grasped his tool, stroking it lovingly to
milk the last of its warm cream flowing through him. He mouthed her
breasts.
Her nipples stood out like spikes as she smiled down on her little
brother; she stroked the back of his head with her other hand, her
fingers combing through his thick black hair. Her body trembling in
after-shocks, she gyrated her satiated cunt against his muscular leg.
Breathing heavily, I leaned against the hallway wall, as exhausted as
if I'd been through the same exercise. That had been one hell of a
night.
You'd think this incident would have invited a repeat performance. It
didn't, but I'd learned long ago that few things in life work out the
way we think they should.
But Ellen and Roger laugh about it now, admitting it couldn't have
happened if they hadn't been drunk.
Neither has ever been drunk again.
Chapter 7 - Passion's Peak
By Ellen
A development company recently contracted Bill for an engineering
consulting job in the Carolinas. I usually don't go with Bill on his
business trips, but because he would be gone for 3 weeks, I accompanied
him. The firm's architect, Fred, and his wife, Linda, who were leaving
on vacation, let us stay in their home.
We'd met them the previous evening, just before they drove to the
airport. Fred insisted, "We don't mind you using our home. There isn't
another house within a mile, so we're glad to have someone look after
the property!" Fred's a personable, balding man in his forties. His
wife, Linda, a secretary for a local banker, is in her late twenties,
trim and attractive.
Perched atop a high mountain, the home overlooks expanses of forested
mountains and the distant town where Bill would be working. Even if
we'd tried, we couldn't have found a hotel room with this exquisite a
view.
An hour after Bill had left for work the next morning, I awoke, lifting
my robe from a chair. In my transparent nightgown, I walked to the
kitchen. I heated a cup of diet hot chocolate, draped the robe over my
lap and sat on the couch as I gazed out the broad window. The sun's
crimson rays rippled through puffs of clouds, above a sea of fog
extending almost to the mountain's peak.
Hearing an engine humming up the winding unpaved road toward the home,
I slipped on the crimson satin robe. I peered through the front door's
glass. A blond, lean and muscular six footer, in a blue velvet blazer
and white slacks, climbed from the jeep, reached for his briefcase, and
strode toward the house. He knocked, then boomed, "Linda? Fred?"
I tied the robe's belt, opened the door, and smiled, "I'm Ellen. Linda
and Fred left on vacation. My husband and I their 'official' house-
sitters."
Frustrated, he apologized, "Sorry. My name's Jack. I'm a vice president
at the bank. Linda's my secretary. I was hoping I'd get here before
they left. I'd told her that it would be a couple of months before I'd
need some documents she's been working on at home. I received a call
this morning from a bank customer that the deal's going through on
Friday, so I hoped I'd catch Linda before she and Fred left." His voice
was slow and modulated, a trace of a southern accent. He was,
well...handsome.
"Come in," I offered. Closing the door behind him, I suggested,
"Perhaps we can find the papers." He thanked me, and we located the
papers within minutes on the architect's desk, alongside an electric
typewriter.
He flipped through the file folder, saying, "Just like Linda! The
work's finished. Letter perfect, research and all! She's the world's
greatest secretary!"
"Nice compliment," I commented, glancing to his gold wedding band. I
gestured to my half-filled cup, asking, "You like hot chocolate?"
Nodding affirmatively, he laughed, "I don't need to get to work so
early anyway, since the work's finished."
As we talked on the couch, I explained why Bill wasn't home. Jack's
blue eyes grazed my body. I glanced to a mirror atop a bookcase, seeing
that my robe was open, exposing a generous portion of my breasts
through the transparent nightgown. Pretending I hadn't noticed his
stare, I walked to the kitchen to fill a pitcher of chocolate as a
frightful drumbeat fluttered within my breast. I sat alongside him as I
poured, my legs bent beneath me.
I appraised Jack's perfectly healthy complexion, not tanned but palely
reddish. His eyes glinted, gazing now and then to the robe's open neck.
We fell silent. Trembling, I licked the dryness of my lips. His hand
brushed mine. My lips parted as he leaned to kiss me. My tremoring arms
encircled his neck as his lips crushed mine. I whimpered. His hands
were now beneath the robe, caressing my heaving breasts. My nipples
were standing out like spikes.
He stood, pressing my body to his, his long hardness throbbing against
my groin and thigh.
The telephone rang! I pulled away, lifting the receiver, and gulped,
"VanRyser's residence." Jack's lips had enveloped a firm, reddened
nipple.
It was Bill. "I'm in a bind, Ellen. I need some records from a downtown
law office, and the lawyers don't have a messenger. No one else is
here. I was wondering if you could do it for me?"
My voice quaking, I responded, "Just tell me where and how." I started
to say playfully that he could sure pick some great times to call me,
but I didn't want Bill to think I was complaining about the favor he
was requesting. Anyway I doubted that Jack would have believed me, had
I told him I had my husband's approval. Hanging up, I suggested to
Jack, "Are you free tonight?"
He was stunned, a bit nervous, so I lied, "Bill's leaving for Florida
early this afternoon. I'm alone for the evening."
He smiled. His wife was in Toronto for a club convention, he told me,
adding, "What time?"
When I arrived at the developer's office, I told Bill what had
happened.
Nodding his approval, he grinned, "I'll be home an hour before Jack
arrives."
At 7:30 that night, Bill was relaxing in a patio folding chair in the
master bedroom's walk-in closet. I was sitting on the couch, attired in
a white satin dress, slit to the thigh, pretending to read an
Architect's Digest while I awaited Jack's arrival. I was too nervous to
read. A feeling like fear grips my stomach when I feel aroused. My
breath was huffing like a smokestack on a toy train.
The doorbell clanged.
A 15-mile-an-hour wind was blowing through the foyer as I held the door
open for Jack. At 5'8", I was only 4 inches shorter than Jack, but the
red western boots beneath his dress gray jeans added 2 inches to his
tall figure. He stepped in from the darkness, kissing me as he pushed
the door closed behind him. Handing me a bottle of champagne, he
breathed, "You're beautiful."
Smiling, I took his sheep-collared waist jacket, hung it in the
entryway's closet, then turned on trembling knees to retrieve a couple
of wine glasses. His blue western-style shirt was tailored like a
glove. Handing him the frosted glass, I remarked, "You changed
clothes."
He nodded affirmatively. "Uh huh. Showered, shaved, et cetera. Had to
do something to calm my nerves tonight."
I'd clicked on the stereo and turned off all but the decorative red-
bulbed dining room chandelier, bathing the room in a soft crimson glow.
A slow melody was drifting from the room's four speakers. He beckoned
me to dance.
My legs were shaking, my breasts heaving in desire. My slender body
seemed particularly small and vulnerable as I leaned my head against
his chest. Jack's fingers stroked my shoulder length black hair, his
lips tracing a sensuous path down my neck as he fondled the soft
fullness of my breasts. His manhood was growing in the tight slacks,
throbbing against my groin and thigh, as his hips pressed mine. My
tremoring body was now as pliant as putty, my heart pounding so hard I
couldn't breathe.
The song ended. I trembled as he swept me up to carry me down the long
hallway to the master bedroom. Joyous tears pooled in my eyes.
I'd forgotten Bill who was watching from the closet, only a dozen feet
from the bed where I lay in the dimness. I moaned beneath the tall form
standing above me. Jack removed my shoes, then my red satin belt,
unwrapping the dress to find I wore nothing beneath. He was staring at
my breasts, my stomach, my shaved mound, as he popped loose the snaps
of his western shirt. His slacks slid down his hips.
I gasped! His engorged manhood burst free, curving up more than a foot
from a patch of thick dark hair. "Oh, my GOD!" I muttered, fearfully,
my eyes wide. Although I was having second thoughts, I pulled his hips
near. He knelt alongside the bed. My quivering lips parted. My mouth
enwrapped his cock, gliding along the frightening length.
My eyes rolled up to look at him. His eyes were glazed with lust as he
disengaged and lay alongside me.
I glanced to the closet door Bill had left ajar. Unable to see my
husband, I knew he would now be feeling my own mad desire, pumping - as
he always did while watching - his hardened cock in the closet's
darkness. I closed my eyes, relishing Jack's gentle hands exploring the
soft curves of my body. My nipples tingled as his lips closed around a
hard, reddened spike. Impassioned fear churned within my stomach. I
pursed my lips, hissing in desire, as his tongue twisted a winding path
to my shaved mound.
I thrust my hips to his face, grinding my cunt against his mouth, my
heart pounding a wanton drumbeat as his tongue twirled over my
clitoris. I wailed at the thrills rippling through me like an electric
current coursing across a thunder-laden sky. Clasping my thighs around
his ears, I dug my heels into his back as fiery explosions blossomed
within my pussy. Tears of joy streaked along my cheeks like rivulets of
rain on a jetliner's windows.
I pulled him above me until his knees were straddling my breasts. He
braced his arms against the headboard above me. My lips stretched
widely as I took his rubbery monster in my mouth. My head bobbed as my
tongue slurped along its length. Now, beyond lust, I was WORSHIPING
this broad, purplish cock thrusting down the moistness of my throat.
His instrument hammered into my mouth until my passion was unbearable.
My voice muffled by his wide cock, I pleaded, "Mphhh! Please, Jack, I
WANT you! I can't WAIT any longer!"
My hips gyrated expectantly. My long legs now opened eagerly to accept
his huge curving cock floating toward the lips of my vagina. I
shivered. Realizing that his manhood was much longer and broader than
any I'd ever encountered, I whimpered with fright as he pushed past my
cuntal folds.
He was splitting me apart! I screamed softly. Shocks rippled through my
groin as he pressed on, my vaginal walls expanding incredibly for this
giant tool. Yet I'd rather have died than have him stop now. Red coals
of passion smoldered in my vagina. I loved every inch of this massive
freight train slowly puffing into my smoking tunnel.
Jack was clearly aware of the difficulty, although I was crying as much
in pleasure as in pain. Finally, he was as far into my gushing depths
as he could push. My pain disappeared, replaced by blinding rapture. He
rode me with a fury, my cunt now burning in our forbidden fires. My
legs enveloped his hardened torso, my shaved mound quivering up to
match every steaming thrust.
In the stunning thrills of fucking Jack, I'd forgotten Bill; but as I
thrashed my head side to side, I glimpsed my husband's nude form step
from the closet to watch Jack's magnificent weapon invading my
quivering cunt. Logic and will abandoned me. I was far too lost in this
hurricane of passion to acknowledge my husband by smiling at him as I
normally would while he pumped his engorged cock.
The emblazoned yolks of Jack's eyes rolled as he plunged into me. I
opened my mouth widely as if this would somehow expand my cunt further
to accept Jack's final inches.
Bill jaw was sagging as he pumped his full length in a fury. Jack's
body and mine pulsated with a radiance. Our explosion was imminent.
Bill's intense stare told me that his mind and Jack's were now one.
I cried out as Jack's flames united with mine into a blazing inferno.
We shuddered with each thrust, our eyes glazing, craving the ultimate
gratification - release from this overwhelming passion.
I mewed, "Oh, FUCK me, Jack! FUCK ME-E-E-E-E!" Raging tides of passion
coursed through my body. Delirious, I screamed, "Oh! God help me, Jack!
I LOVE you, Jack! I LO-O-O-O-VE YOU!" I loved him, loved in adultery,
uniting in flesh that which was already in our minds and souls.
And then! OH GOD! It happened in a blinding flash! We were coming in
thunderous waves. Our orgasms burst in a super-nova of pleasure, raging
through my creaming cuntal walls. My mind was exploding with fiery
fragments that spider-legged like a billion falling stars across the
evening skies.
Jack's lips grazed my breasts in the blissful after-glow of our
adultery, our arms entertwined for an eternity of a half minute. As I
fluttered to earth, I remembered Bill.
I looked over Jack's shoulder. My husband had returned to the closet
and closed the door.
I smiled. Now, because of my unquenchable desire for the largest male
member I'd ever known, my husband would have to remain there until
morning. Jack would be mine for the night! Our journey into passion has
just begun.
Jack forced me to turn. My knees sunk into the red satin sheets like
coconuts into quicksand, my hands braced against the wall above our
headboard. His large hands grasped my hips. The yolks of my eyes rolled
madly as his massive member was entering my vagina from the rear. I
moaned. My husband was now in the closet, hearing all but unable to see
us.
I turned to look back, awed by Jack's huge cock. My pursed lips formed
an "oh" as I watched the instrument pushing deeply into my excitedly-
lubricated cunt. I spread my knees ever wider as the length and breadth
filled me. Sobbing in desire, I reached to caress his member behind me,
my hand tremoring. He slowly thrust into me until I was whimpering with
pleasure, "I LOVE you, Jack! I LOVE YOU!" I sucked in my breath at the
stunning sensations. I stared as he fucked into my depths, my lips
parted in wonder. We shared a sigh. I couldn't tear my eyes from his
cock, which was now bulging at its base, in an impending explosion, as
he groaned, his hips rolling and shuddering.
I gasped! Jack's firm manhood was expanding to an incredible size with
the onrushing tidal wave of a massive orgasm. My clitoris fluttered
unbearably as if to tell me we were to be coming together in a mind
boggling finale! My back arched expectantly, my fingers digging into
his hips behind me. I wailed, a long, modulated shriek of passion.
And then, we were exploding in rapture! Crying with wild abandon, I
tremored like a tree in an earthquake. His warm semen burst through my
channel, the creamy fluid splattering my inner walls, washing over his
cock, which was now erupting with a volcanic flow of steaming lava. I
was sobbing, spinning, in a thrilling roller coaster ride down
pleasure's glowing corridor.
We fluttered back to earth, collapsing in gratification. His fingers
stroked the small of my back as he whispered, "You're beautiful, you
know."
"Thank you," I responded softly, turning to him. "So are you." I
stroked his cock, now soft and pliable, glistening beneath the
moonlight that filtered through the transparent drapes.
We showered in the orange glow of the bathroom's dim lighting. I was on
my knees, pleasuring him with my lips until his magnificent manhood was
curving up like a Turkish scepter.
Pulling me to my feet, he forced my back to the red-tiled wall, pushing
my legs apart. I struggled half-heartedly, even now afraid of his
length and breadth, as the water pounded my face. Turning my head away
from the shower's storm as he entered me, I shut my eyes, whimpering.
My hands pressed against the shower walls in helpless abandon. Steam
was rolling around the warm air of the shower like ocean spray in a
Florida hurricane. As I thrashed beneath him, I banged my head against
the shower door, causing its glass to shudder. My cuntal muscles were
in spasm from his godawful size!
I loved him but feared him. "GOD!" I screamed as Jack's weapon
slithered mercilessly through my depths, "Drive it INTO me, Jack! Your
cock is KILLING me! FUCK me, Jack! Oh, GOD! You're splitting me APART!"
I wrapped my legs around his hips, fucking back against him. He pressed
my back to the floor as I cried out in passion. In the steam, his face
was now unrecognizable, as if I were being fucked by an unknown lover
in a warm fog.
Our desire went into overdrive. I was a galactic surfer, riding the
highest pleasure wave, washing across a cosmic sea to a splendored
shore. Logic and will had now abandoned me amid a firestorm on a planet
in a timeless universe. My clitoris shuddered. The planet's core was
about to erupt.
And then! The glowing stars exploded in supernova. I was slipping
through a long, shuddering tunnel in pleasurable darkness as I came,
then came again, and again, and OH GOD, AGAIN, my mind shattering into
gratified fragments.
Finally, at 4 a.m., I lay sleeping, a leg over his, an arm over his
chest, until a movement stirred me. He slumbered. I stared down at his
awesome cock. I worshiped it with my lips and tongue, then slept again,
awakening with the morning sun rippling through the windows. Jack was
gone.
But Bill lay alongside me. Grinning.
Jack visited three times a week until Bill's project was completed. I
gave myself eagerly. Finally, two nights before we were to return to
Florida, I told Jack about my husband's penchant for "watching."
On our last night, the day before Thanksgiving, Jack, Bill, and I drank
white wine as we watched a video in the family room. Jack sat alongside
me on the floor, our backs against the couch, while Bill sat in a chair
across the room.
Jack pulled me to him. We removed the other's clothing. I straddled
him, lowering my hips as his long cock submarined through my molten
channel. Moaning, I was impaled on his staff. Electric thrills throbbed
through my legs. Jack's smooth skin brushed the insides of my thighs as
he fucked me.
Bill hovered above me, his arms braced on the couch. I unzipped his
fly, pulling out his manhood. My tremoring lips glistened along Bill's
length as Jack thrust his splendid tool through my steaming walls.
I was thankful as the two men fucked me. Thankful, because I love Bill.
I also love adultery. Thankful, because I don't have to choose between
the two. Thankful that my depths had never been so filled.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Open Marriage Chronicles
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