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“I wonder if his girlfriend knows,” Liz said as I came back to the living room. She was on the couch, splayed on her back, legs spread, knees bent, eyes half-closed in misty wonder. I wonder if she’d join us, I thought to myself. I walked over to the couch and gazed on Liz’s wet snatch.
I eased myself down between her legs and inhaled her scent as I placed my mouth on her womanhood. She shuddered in delight. I was spent after being put through the paces by Craig, but I was still horny.
“Amos, that was just as fucking sexy as I thought it would be,” she started. “Actually, it was sexier. You really know how to take cock. I really wish I’d taken pictures or, better yet, video of you getting plowed.”
My cock began to grow yet again hearing her talk. I moaned into her honey pot. She continued.
“Watching you get railed… He didn’t hold back and you looked like you wanted more. What’s the biggest you’ve taken up your ass?” She pulled my head out of her bush.
“I think his is the biggest cock. But I’ve had a twelve-inch dildo up my ass. That one was maybe a little bit wider, but about the same as his, just longer.”
“God, you’re fucking hot!”
I moved up and kissed her full on the lips. My cock nestled into her moist bush, searching for entry. She accepted my manhood with ease. I held nothing back, but still, this wasn’t a hard fuck: I had so little energy left and my ass still tingled from the attention it had received not twenty minutes before. She pushed me back, pushed my cock out. She tackled me so that now I was on my back and she was on top. She adjusted my cock to her entrance yet again and impaled her sex onto mine. We continued our rutting.
I felt, yes, I felt and saw her spasm as the orgasm washed over her. She lifted off me and repositioned my cock at her anal opening. She slammed down again hard, once, twice, three times, and at four: another spasm. I pulled her down hard and held her as my cock began to twitch, depositing whatever cum I had left in her rear.
“You feel so good in my ass! I’m so glad we did this,” she breathed into my ear.
I was completely spent at this point, all energy drained. She collapsed on top of me, kissing my neck and gently caressing my face. I felt my deflating erection exit her ass with a soft pop.
We lay like this for a few moments, and I may have drifted off to sleep. I roused as I felt her lift herself off me. I found the energy to join her and we made our way to my bed. We collapsed next to each other, still naked. Her neck beckoned, the curve of her shoulder, her ear poking through her hair. I reached over to brush her hair from her face. She was out. I mean, she was passed the hell out. I covered our naked bodies with a blanket and drifted off to sleep.
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Sometimes, you fall asleep knowing what time you went to bed. Other times, you have no clue how much sleep you got. Somehow, when the alarm rang at 8 o’clock in the morning on Wednesday, I felt sore, yet … refreshed. Liz was still lying next to me, still covered by the blanket but nothing else. I fought the desire to wake her with sex as I was still recovering from the previous night’s affair.
“What time is it?” she moaned without moving, eyes still closed.
“Eight.”
“Fuck, I’m going to be late for work.”
“Sorry. I wasn’t thinking about that last night. My alarm is always set for eight.” She still hadn’t moved. “I’m going to start the coffee. So, if you want a shower, feel free.”
We shared a quick cup of coffee before she left. This time, as she was leaving, we kissed, and more than a friendly peck on the cheek.
“See you this evening?” I asked.
“Maybe tomorrow. I’m already feeling beat and I’ve got a long day ahead.”
My day at work was full of the inane sorting and delivering mail. Nothing too crazy. A couple of times I caught myself daydreaming about last night’s happenings, my cock hardening painfully. Luckily, however, or, maybe not, but, anyway, I was alone both times. And thankfully so, though it might have started an interesting conversation that could have led who-knows-where. The clock gradually made its circuits enough times that it was finally time to go home.
Very little of interest happened over the next few days. I eventually met up with Liz at the Golden Fleece on Friday evening for a drink. We debated about Craig’s girlfriend. Did she know? Did she? And how much did she know? What about Craig’s playing with other guys? Would his girlfriend join in next time, if there ever could be one? Would she (or even Liz, for that matter) be up for girl-on-girl action?
The answer to that last question, would Liz play with the other girl, surprised me.
“It wouldn’t be my first time,” she mentioned in a nonchalant, matter-of-fact manner. She even looked away, taking a sip of wine to augment the redness flowing to her cheeks.
“Sweet! Now, that’s an image in my mind I’d love to see in person. Details,” I would have begged, but she caved before I could even think about getting down on my knees.
“It was about four years ago. I went out with this coworker for drinks. She was about thirty-five, I don’t know, maybe forty Sexy as hell, anyway. I was new to the aquarium and to the area, so I thought she was just being nice. We’d had a few drinks. And me? I was twenty-four at the time, I was pretty well toasted. She offered me a ride home, so I accepted. I gave her my address, or I at least thought I did. Like I said, I was drunk. I passed out on the way. She woke me when we arrived and I thought she was helping me to my door, but I realized everything looked different.
“So, I finally figured it out. The message eventually burned through my mental fog: she had invited me to her home. This part is a bit hazy, and I really don’t know what to believe, but… She says I started it. She claims I started kissing her and tried undressing her before we even got to the front door. I don’t know, I’d never done anything with a girl before, but…
“Ok. I’d thought about it! Fine! Fuck you. I’m still perfect!” A slow pause.
“All I know is that we both had a really good time that night. What I do remember best is the reenactment the next morning, and I did start things that time. First time tasting another woman’s pussy. It was also the first time ‘tossing salad’ as they say. I found both rather enjoyable.
“It wasn’t enough to turn me, but, God; women can be fun in bed. Not better than men, but different. I definitely prefer cock, but pussy is fun.” A daydreamer’s smile, an easy, lazy, upward curve, played on her lips as her gaze glossed over momentarily. I didn’t want to break her reverie, so I patiently waited for her to continue. Finally, she came back to the present.
“Anyways, we spent the weekend together. I think we slept together for maybe three, maybe four months before she moved away. I’ve never been with another. At least not yet.”
She took a long drink while staring me in the eye.
“So, Amos Durbin,” she continued, “how did your first time happen?” She gave me a sly grin, a twinkle in her eyes.
“First time? Or do you mean my first time with a guy?” I asked.
“With a guy. We’ll get to the straight stuff later,” she grinned wider.
Wow! It’s been fifteen years. I paused to collect my thoughts and memories. I hadn’t thought about Eric in years. I used to miss him. I used to think of him daily. Now he was just a memory drifting aimlessly in my mind, rarely brought back to the forefront.
“I was twenty at the time,” I began. “In college.” What to say and what to hold back? “He was my roommate freshmen year, but had moved out of the dorm sophomore year. He would throw these big parties at his place, mostly because he was twenty-one and could have booze there. And,” with a chuckle, “and because he was rich.
"His family owned something: I don’t remember what, or I never knew. They were rich beyond the whole who-gives-a-fuck stage. They were practically modern-day royalty.
“He had a really big party at his place just before we all left for Christmas break that year. So there I was, puking in his toilet. I was wasted, drunk as a skunk. When I got out of the bathroom, some girl helped me to a bed and I just lay there, semi-conscious. She helped me out of my clothes. Funny thing, I was going commando, so she got an eyeful of my ass and cock.” I paused, thinking of how the night could have ended differently, but grateful it hadn’t.
“I ended up lying face-down on the bed completely naked. He was plastered when he came in, turning on the lights briefly. I thought he was just there to check up on me. However, he whistled softly. The lights went out again. He came to the bed, stroking my hair, then rubbing my back. His hands moved down my back slowly, all the way to my ass. He started kneading my cheeks. It felt so good. I felt him spit on my crack and use a finger to wet my hole. He started calling me ‘sexy' and’ ‘honey buns.’ And, like I said, I had just puked, and this was by far a much less painful experience. He fingered me for a couple of minutes while massaging my cheeks and it really started feeling good.
“He got up off the bed and I felt a whimper leave my mouth. ‘Don’t worry, sweet cheeks. Just getting some lube,’ he reassured me. I didn’t move other than to spread my legs. I was so overcome with this foreign desire that I was afraid I’d scare him off if he knew it was me. He came back to the bed, kneeling between my legs. He laid down on top of me. I reached back with one hand and aimed his cock at my hole, backed up to him. He took the hint and was nice and gentle at first. Before too long he was slamming into me.
“What’s burned into my mind was when the same chick opened the door and turned the lights on thinking the bedroom was empty.” I paused, “I’d never seen her before that night. I’ve never seen her since. She was a redhead; not my type. But pretty, I guess. Her green eyes went wide as they met mine. She let out a shriek and slammed the door closed just as he shot his wad inside me.
“Nobody mentioned anything when we came back out. There was nobody upstairs near the bedroom we had just fucked in, so I was just hoping she didn’t say anything. When I asked him after break about why he fucked me, he claimed he’d been tripping and wasn’t aware. Claimed he didn’t even remember. I was feeling pretty good about it, so…
“So, I asked if he wanted to try it again, this time sober…” What the fuck am I thinking?! I like this girl! Why am I even talking about this?
“I ended up moving out of the dorm and into his house a week later. We didn’t really date, but when we both were lonely, which was rather frequent, we did help each other out. We both learned to suck. And, when we fucked, I was usually the bottom. But he did learn to spread his cheeks eventually. The next year, I met a gal and she and I dated steady for the next two years. My roommate moved back to L.A. after graduation and we lost contact. The girl I left him for? SHE became my, now ex, wife.”
As she listened, I watched her drift off into the scene I had set. She moaned at times, laughed at us getting caught. By the end, she looked in the mood for a kiss. We made out in the booth.
“You are so GOD! DAMN! SEXY! Amos Durbin. Fuck me tonight,” she pouted, showing me her beautiful, blue, puppy dog eyes. What’s a man to do but oblige? I quickly paid Aaron and we left.
She stroked the crotch of my Levi’s as I drove the short distance to our duplex. She was more than a mild distraction: I almost missed my driveway. I parked the car, turned off the ignition… She had my cock out and in her mouth before I could even unbuckle the seat belt. I fought the urge to grab her hair and take control. She was obviously well-learned in the art of blow jobs. And, who am I to stop her doing what she so clearly craved?
I noticed her breasts were already out and begging for attention. So, instead of fucking her face, I played with her nipples as she so readily administered oral love to my aching erection. I could feel the orgasm grow deep inside the swollen balls she handled so deftly. I looked into her eyes as she had me raise my hips. Our gazes locked as two of her fingers found my willing hole. She plunged them into my eager ass the same moment my juice erupted into her wanton mouth.
I shot one, two, three, four hard blasts, then a couple less powerful squirts. She swallowed easily. A satisfied, “we’re only just getting started,” look played over her beautiful face. She brought her lips up to mine and shared what remained in her mouth. We didn’t even bother to cover up as we left my car and walked the short distance to my front door, my cock and her breasts on full display for any voyeur lucky enough to be looking out their window.
She even ran ahead and mooned me from the door, wagging her ass back and forth, daring anyone to protest. I merely rushed to meet her there, plunging my tongue directly into her crack. I must have spent a good minute or two lathering her hole with my saliva before she stopped me, motioning toward the headlight beams of a car coming down the street. I got up and unlocked the door and we continued our play inside.
Our clothes may as well have not existed. They were quickly discarded, strewn about the floor, leaving a trail to the bedroom. There, the scene revealed a struggle between two naked bodies, each vying to be on top. Grunts, moans, even a scream or two filled the air. Our bodies became a tangle of limbs.
She finally pinned my arms down to the bed by kneeling on them. I lay on my back gazing into her luscious, glistening lips accentuated by a neatly trimmed tuft of hair. Her legs spread further apart, her knees still holding down my arms. Closer came the prize, eventually all the way to my waiting mouth. I started with a light nuzzling, breathing in the elixir of her love. I kissed her inner thighs at the place where her legs met her crotch. I reveled in her bush, enjoyed the feeling of her coarse hairs tickling my nose. I kissed her lips gently, passionately, sucked them into my mouth.
I felt her lean forward, taking my cock in her hands. She again began her oral ministrations and I was ready for more than her mouth. I flipped her over onto her back, me on top. She sucked greedily. And, I did enjoy it: she knew what she was doing. I started moving my hips. She pushed me off, we rolled over, then she flipped around and we were staring lustfully into each other’s eyes.
“Fuck me, you hairy beast!” she growled.
I reached down and aimed, nuzzling the head of my erection in her trimmed bush. Her arousal was apparent. My head plunged deeply into her flooded cavern. Thrusting in and pulling out. Raising her up and slamming back down. Breasts bouncing with each thrust. She brought her face to mine, glaring, a predator taunting her prey. Our lips met briefly but she nuzzled further down, nibbling at my neck. The sharpness of her bites contrasted and emphasized the beauty and pleasure of our union.
The ravenous, depraved fucking could only last so long. Before long, her body trembled in ecstasy causing my own body to convulse momentarily as a wave of pleasure pulsed through our bodies. Our bodies, glistening under a sheen of sweat and saliva, slumped lazily together. Our feverish need had been, for the moment, sated. Her head rested beside mine, her breasts on my chest. I could feel the mixture of our cum seep from her, trickling all the way down my balls.
We fell asleep like that, embracing each other. At one point, I felt her get up, the coolness caused by her absence waking me briefly. I felt her cover us with a blanket, then the warmth of her body nestling into my side.
When I woke the next day, grateful it was Saturday, she was still sleeping. I checked the clock: 10 a.m. I gently removed myself from the bed, locating a robe to cover up in, and made my way to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. I fried up some bacon and eggs in hopes that the aroma of cooking and coffee would rouse her. However, when I returned to the bedroom, tray of food in hand, she was in the same position I’d left her in. I put the tray down and moved to the bed.
“Liz, hon. You awake?” I asked.
“Yes, but I’m trying not to be,” she moaned in reply. “Unless there’s coffee.”
“And bacon and scrambled eggs.”
She pushed herself up, “Well, ok then.”
I brought the tray to the bedside table. We ate mostly in silence, the coffee doing wonders for my headache, the food for my growling stomach. Liz ate slowly, at first merely nibbling at the bacon. She was more concerned with downing her mug of coffee. I got up to get the urn.
“I’m just going to get the rest of the coffee…”
“In that case, hurry back. I’m almost finished with my first cup.”
When I got back to the bedroom, we finished eating. Liz had a pensive look on her face. I could tell she was scheming, but I had no idea what was going through her mind.
“So, Amos, are you busy next weekend?” she enquired.
“Not unless you’re going to be free,” I joked.
“Let’s set up a get together with Craig and his girl. Let’s see if we can’t have a good, old-fashioned, everyone-on-everyone ménage à quatre.”
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