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Kimberly
My boyfriend was a good boyfriend; he treated me well and loved me. However we had one issue; our sex life was great but he was always on at me to have a threesome, yep two girls and one guy. I didn’t like the idea I didn’t want him to fuck another girl he was mine. This didn’t stop him he still nagged me, he would even point out girls when we were out. I said if he just wanted to experience it why not two guys, I got the typical bloke answer “I can’t have another cock that close to mine, its gay” I had to end this nagging once and for all...
It was Monday night and Ian walked in the front door from work, there I was hair wet, after just getting out the shower, dressed only in my dressing gown, which was sticking to me in all the right places.
I knew how to turn him on, and, sauntered up to him, I stroked his package gently through his trousers. In a few seconds I had them off, and had kneeled down, gripping his newly hard cock, long, thick and veiny, with an engorged pink tip. I gently caressed his balls, and returned to his cock, then after stroking him lovingly but briefly his cock disappeared into my mouth.
After a minute of sheer pleasure, he began to speak, eager to know what had made me so horny. I quickly stood up, and put my finger to his mouth to shush him, before my words were fully out.
Stepping back, leaning against a kitchen worktop, I dropped my gown. My breasts were sexy and swollen, and my pert nipples stood out in a display of sexual eagerness. He glanced at my pussy. A tuft of brown her glistened with the water from the shower, but my pussy glistened with another kind of moisture – the kind of moisture only a woman’s pussy provides, for a man she loves – or a man she is about to make love to.
I jumped up and sat back on the kitchen worktop, and spread my legs wide open. Ian kissed me gently on the mouth and, stroked my luscious breasts with his strong hands, moving his tongue down to my hot pink nipples.
I moaned gently at the flick of his tongue, and knowing what turned me on he began to move his tongue down my body, heading for that sexy pussy that he could see glistening, dripping, in the bright kitchen light.
I always liked him going down on me, and though I rarely came from this, I almost never said no. Today was an exception – heading for my pussy, I grabbed his head tightly between my hands and drew his face up to mine.
“No,” I said, “don’t lick me.” He felt my gentle touch on his balls, then, running my hand up his shaft with fingers on either side, I grasped his cock and pulled it towards my cunt. The tip of his cock nestled just between my swollen pussy lips, which were absolutely dripping wet, in a way I’d never felt before. “Just fuck me, please, just fuck me now,” I begged.
Unwilling and unable to resist such a command, he began to slowly push his erect cock into my puffy mound. I was so incredibly wet, so incredibly lubricated, that he slipped in with no effort at all. He looked down and watched the tip of his cock disappear and that thick shaft penetrate me, a small think white fluid appeared at the edge of my pussy when his cock was just halfway in.
He froze, in shock, his cock started twitching in renewed erotic ecstasy. His pause was broken by my gentle voice: “Fuck me, please. Fuck me now,” I begged. He looked into my face, and saw a cool expression, controlled, knowing exactly what I wanted. “Give me your cock. Fuck me.”
He looked down, and began pushing his shaft slowly and deeply into me. He could feel my pussy was swollen, excited. The foreign cum that filled my cunt oozed out and dripped on the floor as he pushed his long shaft in deeper and deeper. He had never known me this aroused; I moaned gently as every wrinkle of skin, every vein on his cock pushed past my lips into my hot, swollen hole.
Gripping his shaft tight with my vagina, I grasped his firm backside with my hands and pulled hard. I grunted loudly as his cock penetrated me deeply. The other man’s cum glistened on my pussy lips as he withdrew his penis, and began the next stroke. I again, and pulled him deeply inside me. He looked up and stared in my eyes. Fuck me, cum in me,” I said, not begging this time, but telling.
He began to pump gently, with long strokes, but slow, tickling my recently used pussy with his cock shape. My breasts rubbed gently against his chest as he moved, I could see he was beginning to wonder about the man who had fucked me just hours before.
“he fucked me, he came in me. He left so much cum inside me.” She whispered
He began to move faster and harder, knowing I had been engaged in the act of love with another man – another set of hands on my breasts, another set of lips teasing my pussy, another cock, feeling a new strength of orgasm from a stranger.
In a second, he knew who I had been fucking. He had been teasing me for weeks about a new guy I mentioned at work – I started out by mentioning how I liked the way he looked, and that he was flirty with me. Ian encouraged me to flirt with him. I told him that he’d glance at me during meetings, and that I would catch his eye, and give him a sexy smile.
"yes, it was him. He took me, he had me, just like you feared. We screwed, we made love…” my words were cut short by an ecstatic, orgasmic moan; the motion of his cock, the touch of his cock tip inside my pussy mixing with the memory of his. I had no choice but to orgasm.
At the beginning of the week, Ian had encouraged me to continue teasing this man. He knew he would screw me without a second thought. Though obviously jealous at the thought of another man touching that which had exclusively been his, the thought of it turned him on; the thought of me being in orgasmic throes, impaled on the cock of another man, filling my beautiful pussy with his hot white seed. Over to Ian….
Ian
…we continued to screw, and Kim grew, impatient with my pace, withdrew me and rolled me over on my back. Now sitting on top of me, she sat straight down on my swollen cock, shimmering with this other mans cum which inhabited her crotch.
While she was fucking me hard – I’m not convinced she was fucking me in her mind – I asked, “what did you do with him? How did it start? How did he take you?” The comment made her moan, shivering in pre-orgasmic ecstasy. “Tell me,” I pleaded.
She had been wearing a sexy short blouse, with a skirt that must have been teasingly accessible, had given me an unfulfilled hard on from when she was dressed until she walked out the door. At the end of the afternoon, she had had her meeting with him. Like she was reading mine now, he had apparently read her mind over the previous few days. He was dressed in a very flattering shirt, and flattering tight trousers that hinted at, but did not quite reveal, the sexy package restrained within.
Very quickly, she was leaning down on the table, ostensibly talking about financial statistics, but with her phenomenal breasts – and, to his amazement – the tops of her stunning nipples, visible to him. Pausing talking for a second, to touch her lips with her tongue and throw him a telling glance, she stood up. She wanted this man so badly, her rapidly moistening pussy ached with desire.
She started to worry that she’d guessed wrongly, that he wasn’t interested, that she’d misread the signals. She began to think of me, her bf and how this would teach me a lesson, when she saw it. A huge, rising bulge; rising in his trousers, that he tried desperately to hide. He turned red; he knew she saw, the direction and duration of her glance telling him all he needed to know. All thought of me, her Ian, was banished from her mind.
She walked around the table, to move next to her soon-to-be lover. Standing right in front of him, so he could fully take in the hidden awe of her sexiness beneath that skirt, she deliberately dropped a pencil on the floor. She bent down to pick it up. Her skirt rose, and he saw her thin silk panties, soaking wet with the juice from her pussy that her unbridled lust had produced.
Having bent down, she paused. A second passed. She began to wonder, and doubt, if she’d made a terrible mistake. If his flirting had just been flirting, if she’d just taken it one step too far.
She did not have to wonder for long. Her new lover slid his hand gently between her panties and her backside, and pulling back, he saw for the first time that beautiful brown haired pussy, that had only I had felt and that had only ever felt my cock. It almost glowed red with desire, the hot blood now pumping quickly around her sexual mound.
His forefinger extended, her slid down further, pushing aside her lips, and gentling penetrating her tunnel. She almost orgasmed right then.
Kim and I hadn’t made love in several days, so no traces of my deposits remained. Her new lover didn’t ask any questions. Instead, he began to lick her pussy. He teased its folds with his tongue, expertly licking both slowly and quickly just as required.
Kim turned over and, perching on the table, began to hurriedly remove his clothing. He almost tore hers off, pulling down her skirt and sodden panties, revealing her hard-on inducing breasts by pulling her top and bra away as one. Her hands were not slower. First, she had open his tie-free shirt, his hairy, toned and manly chest pulsing with his muscle movements. Then she moved downwards. Quickly undoing his belt, she slid down his trousers, a bulge of enormous proportions beneath his tight boxer shorts.
Her hands rubbed over his cock, twitching with excitement beneath his shorts. She undid one of the buttons of the shorts. As if on command, his huge hard cock sprang from within his shorts. As long as mine, but thicker, his curved cock quivered, the tip glistening with precum.
She touched it gently at first with her tongue, then began to suck him deeply, sexily and lustfully, just as she had sucked me later. As he neared orgasm, she stopped. He looked questioningly at my wife; he didn’t understand the depth of her desire, but he soon would.
Turning once more, she leant over the table, the cold surface of the table teasing her excited breasts, the wet folds of her pussy lips, presented towards her lover from between her buttocks, exciting him. He didn’t hesitate to begin rubbing his mighty pole between the lips of her sex. “I need to feel your cum”, Kim commanded him. “And, what about Ian?” her lover asked as his tip, yet still larger than mine, continued to part her lips and caress the entrance to her hole.
The thought of me, did not take hold. “Fuck me,” she said simply. His long cock slipped inside, a new cock, a cock her pussy had never felt before. It felt good, amazingly good. This new cock, thicker than mine, unfolded her wet pussy tunnel before it, sending orgasmic vibes through her body. As her new lover pumped behind her, as she fucked doggy-style, for the frst time, a man who was not her Ian, she had an orgasm the likes of which she had never had night. At the same time, he exploded within her. His white cum flooded her pussy: her pussy, that was virgin to all but Ian, was literally filled with the seed of this other man. The deed had been done.
As my wife finished her tale of sex, I neared completion. My cock slipped smoothly in and out of her over-lubricated cunt. Sensing the state of my excitement, she tightened her pussy muscles, gripping my cock within. As I neared orgasm, my wife spoke to me, “cum in me,” she said, “cum in me like he did. I’ve been fucked by another man. Make me yours again. Cum in me now.”
It tipped me over the edge, and I came inside my wife, shooting my hot white syrup inside my wife’s cunt. My cum mixed with his cum – her lover’s cum. The final jet of my spunk pushed my wife over the edge for the second time that day, her hot orgasm drawing that mixture of my cum, and her lover’s cum, into her womb.
I withdrew, my cock glistening. I looked at my cock, and then at her pussy. As she breathed quickly in recovery from her orgasm, her red, swollen lips contrasted with the white liquid oozing once more from between them. Her cunt had now known another cock, and I had fucked her after it.
Nothing was the same again.
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My boyfriend was a good boyfriend; he treated me well and loved me. However we had one issue; our sex life was great but he was always on at me to have a threesome, yep two girls and one guy. I didn’t like the idea I didn’t want him to fuck another girl he was mine. This didn’t stop him he still nagged me, he would even point out girls when we were out. I said if he just wanted to experience it why not two guys, I got the typical bloke answer “I can’t have another cock that close to mine, its gay” I had to end this nagging once and for all...
It was Monday night and Ian walked in the front door from work, there I was hair wet, after just getting out the shower, dressed only in my dressing gown, which was sticking to me in all the right places.
I knew how to turn him on, and, sauntered up to him, I stroked his package gently through his trousers. In a few seconds I had them off, and had kneeled down, gripping his newly hard cock, long, thick and veiny, with an engorged pink tip. I gently caressed his balls, and returned to his cock, then after stroking him lovingly but briefly his cock disappeared into my mouth.
After a minute of sheer pleasure, he began to speak, eager to know what had made me so horny. I quickly stood up, and put my finger to his mouth to shush him, before my words were fully out.
Stepping back, leaning against a kitchen worktop, I dropped my gown. My breasts were sexy and swollen, and my pert nipples stood out in a display of sexual eagerness. He glanced at my pussy. A tuft of brown her glistened with the water from the shower, but my pussy glistened with another kind of moisture – the kind of moisture only a woman’s pussy provides, for a man she loves – or a man she is about to make love to.
I jumped up and sat back on the kitchen worktop, and spread my legs wide open. Ian kissed me gently on the mouth and, stroked my luscious breasts with his strong hands, moving his tongue down to my hot pink nipples.
I moaned gently at the flick of his tongue, and knowing what turned me on he began to move his tongue down my body, heading for that sexy pussy that he could see glistening, dripping, in the bright kitchen light.
I always liked him going down on me, and though I rarely came from this, I almost never said no. Today was an exception – heading for my pussy, I grabbed his head tightly between my hands and drew his face up to mine.
“No,” I said, “don’t lick me.” He felt my gentle touch on his balls, then, running my hand up his shaft with fingers on either side, I grasped his cock and pulled it towards my cunt. The tip of his cock nestled just between my swollen pussy lips, which were absolutely dripping wet, in a way I’d never felt before. “Just fuck me, please, just fuck me now,” I begged.
Unwilling and unable to resist such a command, he began to slowly push his erect cock into my puffy mound. I was so incredibly wet, so incredibly lubricated, that he slipped in with no effort at all. He looked down and watched the tip of his cock disappear and that thick shaft penetrate me, a small think white fluid appeared at the edge of my pussy when his cock was just halfway in.
He froze, in shock, his cock started twitching in renewed erotic ecstasy. His pause was broken by my gentle voice: “Fuck me, please. Fuck me now,” I begged. He looked into my face, and saw a cool expression, controlled, knowing exactly what I wanted. “Give me your cock. Fuck me.”
He looked down, and began pushing his shaft slowly and deeply into me. He could feel my pussy was swollen, excited. The foreign cum that filled my cunt oozed out and dripped on the floor as he pushed his long shaft in deeper and deeper. He had never known me this aroused; I moaned gently as every wrinkle of skin, every vein on his cock pushed past my lips into my hot, swollen hole.
Gripping his shaft tight with my vagina, I grasped his firm backside with my hands and pulled hard. I grunted loudly as his cock penetrated me deeply. The other man’s cum glistened on my pussy lips as he withdrew his penis, and began the next stroke. I again, and pulled him deeply inside me. He looked up and stared in my eyes. Fuck me, cum in me,” I said, not begging this time, but telling.
He began to pump gently, with long strokes, but slow, tickling my recently used pussy with his cock shape. My breasts rubbed gently against his chest as he moved, I could see he was beginning to wonder about the man who had fucked me just hours before.
“he fucked me, he came in me. He left so much cum inside me.” She whispered
He began to move faster and harder, knowing I had been engaged in the act of love with another man – another set of hands on my breasts, another set of lips teasing my pussy, another cock, feeling a new strength of orgasm from a stranger.
In a second, he knew who I had been fucking. He had been teasing me for weeks about a new guy I mentioned at work – I started out by mentioning how I liked the way he looked, and that he was flirty with me. Ian encouraged me to flirt with him. I told him that he’d glance at me during meetings, and that I would catch his eye, and give him a sexy smile.
"yes, it was him. He took me, he had me, just like you feared. We screwed, we made love…” my words were cut short by an ecstatic, orgasmic moan; the motion of his cock, the touch of his cock tip inside my pussy mixing with the memory of his. I had no choice but to orgasm.
At the beginning of the week, Ian had encouraged me to continue teasing this man. He knew he would screw me without a second thought. Though obviously jealous at the thought of another man touching that which had exclusively been his, the thought of it turned him on; the thought of me being in orgasmic throes, impaled on the cock of another man, filling my beautiful pussy with his hot white seed. Over to Ian….
Ian
…we continued to screw, and Kim grew, impatient with my pace, withdrew me and rolled me over on my back. Now sitting on top of me, she sat straight down on my swollen cock, shimmering with this other mans cum which inhabited her crotch.
While she was fucking me hard – I’m not convinced she was fucking me in her mind – I asked, “what did you do with him? How did it start? How did he take you?” The comment made her moan, shivering in pre-orgasmic ecstasy. “Tell me,” I pleaded.
She had been wearing a sexy short blouse, with a skirt that must have been teasingly accessible, had given me an unfulfilled hard on from when she was dressed until she walked out the door. At the end of the afternoon, she had had her meeting with him. Like she was reading mine now, he had apparently read her mind over the previous few days. He was dressed in a very flattering shirt, and flattering tight trousers that hinted at, but did not quite reveal, the sexy package restrained within.
Very quickly, she was leaning down on the table, ostensibly talking about financial statistics, but with her phenomenal breasts – and, to his amazement – the tops of her stunning nipples, visible to him. Pausing talking for a second, to touch her lips with her tongue and throw him a telling glance, she stood up. She wanted this man so badly, her rapidly moistening pussy ached with desire.
She started to worry that she’d guessed wrongly, that he wasn’t interested, that she’d misread the signals. She began to think of me, her bf and how this would teach me a lesson, when she saw it. A huge, rising bulge; rising in his trousers, that he tried desperately to hide. He turned red; he knew she saw, the direction and duration of her glance telling him all he needed to know. All thought of me, her Ian, was banished from her mind.
She walked around the table, to move next to her soon-to-be lover. Standing right in front of him, so he could fully take in the hidden awe of her sexiness beneath that skirt, she deliberately dropped a pencil on the floor. She bent down to pick it up. Her skirt rose, and he saw her thin silk panties, soaking wet with the juice from her pussy that her unbridled lust had produced.
Having bent down, she paused. A second passed. She began to wonder, and doubt, if she’d made a terrible mistake. If his flirting had just been flirting, if she’d just taken it one step too far.
She did not have to wonder for long. Her new lover slid his hand gently between her panties and her backside, and pulling back, he saw for the first time that beautiful brown haired pussy, that had only I had felt and that had only ever felt my cock. It almost glowed red with desire, the hot blood now pumping quickly around her sexual mound.
His forefinger extended, her slid down further, pushing aside her lips, and gentling penetrating her tunnel. She almost orgasmed right then.
Kim and I hadn’t made love in several days, so no traces of my deposits remained. Her new lover didn’t ask any questions. Instead, he began to lick her pussy. He teased its folds with his tongue, expertly licking both slowly and quickly just as required.
Kim turned over and, perching on the table, began to hurriedly remove his clothing. He almost tore hers off, pulling down her skirt and sodden panties, revealing her hard-on inducing breasts by pulling her top and bra away as one. Her hands were not slower. First, she had open his tie-free shirt, his hairy, toned and manly chest pulsing with his muscle movements. Then she moved downwards. Quickly undoing his belt, she slid down his trousers, a bulge of enormous proportions beneath his tight boxer shorts.
Her hands rubbed over his cock, twitching with excitement beneath his shorts. She undid one of the buttons of the shorts. As if on command, his huge hard cock sprang from within his shorts. As long as mine, but thicker, his curved cock quivered, the tip glistening with precum.
She touched it gently at first with her tongue, then began to suck him deeply, sexily and lustfully, just as she had sucked me later. As he neared orgasm, she stopped. He looked questioningly at my wife; he didn’t understand the depth of her desire, but he soon would.
Turning once more, she leant over the table, the cold surface of the table teasing her excited breasts, the wet folds of her pussy lips, presented towards her lover from between her buttocks, exciting him. He didn’t hesitate to begin rubbing his mighty pole between the lips of her sex. “I need to feel your cum”, Kim commanded him. “And, what about Ian?” her lover asked as his tip, yet still larger than mine, continued to part her lips and caress the entrance to her hole.
The thought of me, did not take hold. “Fuck me,” she said simply. His long cock slipped inside, a new cock, a cock her pussy had never felt before. It felt good, amazingly good. This new cock, thicker than mine, unfolded her wet pussy tunnel before it, sending orgasmic vibes through her body. As her new lover pumped behind her, as she fucked doggy-style, for the frst time, a man who was not her Ian, she had an orgasm the likes of which she had never had night. At the same time, he exploded within her. His white cum flooded her pussy: her pussy, that was virgin to all but Ian, was literally filled with the seed of this other man. The deed had been done.
As my wife finished her tale of sex, I neared completion. My cock slipped smoothly in and out of her over-lubricated cunt. Sensing the state of my excitement, she tightened her pussy muscles, gripping my cock within. As I neared orgasm, my wife spoke to me, “cum in me,” she said, “cum in me like he did. I’ve been fucked by another man. Make me yours again. Cum in me now.”
It tipped me over the edge, and I came inside my wife, shooting my hot white syrup inside my wife’s cunt. My cum mixed with his cum – her lover’s cum. The final jet of my spunk pushed my wife over the edge for the second time that day, her hot orgasm drawing that mixture of my cum, and her lover’s cum, into her womb.
I withdrew, my cock glistening. I looked at my cock, and then at her pussy. As she breathed quickly in recovery from her orgasm, her red, swollen lips contrasted with the white liquid oozing once more from between them. Her cunt had now known another cock, and I had fucked her after it.
Nothing was the same again.
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