“The Fosters are going to drop by for a visit tonight. Sandra called and said we hadn’t seen them for a while,” my wife declared.
My wife, Lily, is broad-shouldered, Swedish, thin with a full and firm chest, 38 years old, a green-eyed blonde, who is 5’8” ft tall, and her skin is perfect. She has been the local high school principal for the past five years. Her original name is Lillian, but her parents insist on not using the abbreviation she adopted for herself.
“Mmm,” I said, “I think you should wear a push-up bra. Steven loves your tits.” Lily grinned and raised her breasts with both hands. “I also love the lustful looks he sneaks,” she said.
“I’d better satisfy you before they arrive so you don’t give in too easily to the lewd looks of our horny friend,” I said and pulled her towards me. She had full lips that were fun to kiss, and I kissed her with open lust, sticking my tongue into her mouth while my one hand glided to one of her breasts and crushed it. Lily let out a throaty moan, and I dragged her towards the couch.
“Not here,” Lily objected, “the children are at home.”
I’m 6’3” tall, broad-shouldered and quite muscular, so if I dragged my wife to the couch, she didn’t have much chance of resisting. Still, rape isn’t my slice of cake, so I said, “If you worked less hard and got home a little earlier, you’d know they were out with friends and said they would be home late.”
I’m Mike, I was born in Argentina under the name Mikel, and I’m 41 years old with black hair and blue eyes. Lily called me ‘my Latin Lover,’ and she could never resist my sexual charms. Knowing this, I had no trouble throwing her on the couch, landing my lips on hers and inserting my hand into the white shirt under the blue jacket she was wearing–an outfit representative of a school principal.
I kneaded her flesh and pinched her nipple, which quickly erected from my touch. I unbuttoned her blouse and buried my head between her rounded breasts, licking one nipple and pinching the other while Lily hugged my head and moaned in delight as I squeezed and pulled both nipples simultaneously. I think I heard them shouting, “Help.” I heard Lily exhaling hard. I lifted the hem of her skirt and stroked her smooth thigh as I climbed up to her panties. Her skin was silky, warm and inviting to the touch.
Although she was thin, she was not slim, and a thin layer of fat enveloped her body, covered her muscles and made her skin soft. I sucked her nipples one by one and climbed along her thigh until I reached the warm nest between her legs. Lily decided to make it easier for me to access it.
She rose slightly and lifted her skirt to her waist; I glided my hand toward her belly and between her thighs. I kneeled and removed her panties, revealing her smooth, pink vulva. The sight of her beautiful pussy drove me completely insane. Her lips were white and full, and when they swelled, they separated, revealing a pinkish cleft that made her liquids sparkle. My erection was already in full force, so I unbuckled my pants belt and zipper, setting my erection free.
I loved to tease her. I held her lips with both hands and crushed them between my fingers. She took a deep breath and held it while I passed my tongue over her inner lips up and down. She grabbed my head and tried to push me into her loins, but I didn’t give in. I continued to curl her lips and lick her sweet slit, letting her squirm and become further aroused.
She raised her pelvis from the couch, trying to get my tongue to penetrate her hot cunt, but I didn’t permit it yet. My tongue continued to explore the inside of her cunt, licking her abundant fluids.
I stopped for a moment to grasp her inner lips. Lily was already starting to go wild. “Shove your tongue into me,” she pleaded, but I did not heed her pleas. I rose above her and pressed my mouth to hers. My fingers between her lower lips kneaded the inside of her pussy in circular motions.
She detached her mouth from mine and whispered, “You are a cruel and sadistic man. Stop torturing me; I can’t take it anymore.” In response, I returned my mouth to her cozy love nest and licked her vulva. My tongue was running around her clit, careful not to touch it. My fingers continued their circular motion at the entrance to her sweet hole. She hit me on the head. “Enough, you bastard, fuck me! Now! I can’t take it anymore!”
I wasn’t done provoking her. I didn’t know how the evening would unfold, and I wanted to remind her that her best fuck was always with me. I touched as if unintentionally, the tip of my tongue against her clit. She screamed in delight and grabbed my head with both hands. This time I complied and put my tongue into her. She again raised her loins, trying to get my tongue to penetrate deeper. This time, too, I complied. She grabbed her breasts, kneaded them, and stretched her nipples out. I pulled my tongue out and moved lightly over her clit, and she screamed again. She lifted my head and gave me a terrifying look, the same one she would give a misbehaving student. “Enough with that! Fuck me!”
I decided it was unfair to continue abusing her, so I pulled her to the edge of the couch and raised her legs. In one thrust, I penetrated her. Her body arched back, and she rocked her crotch on me. I stopped her, inserted my dick in a long, slow motion until only the tip was inside her, and penetrated her forcefully again. She breathed out with a long, loud exhalation. Her pelvis rocked again, and I stopped it. I pulled my dick out slowly and stuck it into her with force.
“Fuck me already, you bastard! Or I get up and go.” There was no way she would leave in her condition, so I allowed myself to continue my teasing movement a few more times until I felt I couldn’t anymore. I firmly spread her legs and fucked her quickly. She bounced her crotch in front of me, in coordinated movements to mine, and moaned, “Yes, yes, like this, more, more, more.”
We continued for a few more moments until her whole body curved back, her legs trembling in ecstasy. I felt her clenching my cock, and I came, too, filling her with my hot seed. I waited until our spasms calmed then I continued to fuck her hard. I knew my wife had less intense orgasms after a strong one, which helped her relax.
She fell helplessly on the couch, hugged me and repeatedly whispered, “Do you know you are the only man who can bring me to a full orgasm just from penetration?”
Yes, I know.
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We live in Livingstone, New Jersey. Our best friends live a few houses away. Steven, my age, has an average physique and is about 6’1” with balding brown hair and brown eyes. His wife, Sandra, forty, has chestnut hair and honey-colored eyes. Sandra is slightly shorter than Lily, her shoulders wide with a muscular body, resulting from being a ballet dancer for many years. Her breasts are small, her nipples are particularly prominent, and her skin is golden.
Steven, Sandra and I met at Columbia University. We were part of a cohesive group of international students, me from Argentina, Steven from England and Sandra from Switzerland, all studying for an undergraduate degree. Despite what is commonly thought, the U.S. does not embrace foreigners, and we found it difficult to integrate into the local population, especially at university. At that time, only Steven and I were friends. Sandra may have been part of the group, but she had a Russian friend whom she met at the university’s ballet troupe. I lived with a stunning Chinese student who taught me the secrets of the female body. Steven moved between the beds of all the other students in the group. Lily was younger than us, and we didn’t know her at the time.
Years later, we met again when we were doing advanced degrees. I completed a Master’s in systems analysis and am a project manager for a large software company. Steven, an analyst at a large bank in New York, studied for a Master’s degree in economics, and Sandra received her Master’s in biology. Then we met Lily, who was working on a Ph.D. in educational administration. Sandra had broken up with her Russian boyfriend, clung to Steven, and almost forcibly carried him to the local priest who married them. A few years later, she decided that being a biology teacher was not her vocation, and she studied nursing. Today, she is the head nurse in one of the internal departments of the University Hospital in nearby Newark.
Since my Chinese girlfriend returned to China, and because Lily was insanely sexy from the first day I met her, I applied all my seduction skills to her. As you can tell, with great success, or Cum Laude as we say in the academic world.
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At precisely 7 p.m., with the precision of a Swiss clock and an English character, our friends knocked on the door. For Argentines, it’s almost impolite to be less than a half-hour late, so I only got out of the shower when they arrived. I heard the knock and opened the door without thinking while I was in shorts and nothing more.
“Oops, we arrived way too dressed,” grinned Steven as Sandra took a long look at my well-developed chest muscles.
“Since when do you knock before you enter?” asked Lily with a smirk, and she knew why: Sandra tended to surprise by entering the door and calling aloud, “Is anyone home?”
“I’m guilty,” Steven announced. “I just like to bang–”
“And not just doors,” I added loudly, and we all laughed.
Steven and I hugged like the good friends we were, and I carefully gave Sandra a peck on her cheek. Steven, of course, was not satisfied with that and gave Lily an impressive theatrical kiss.
“Give me a minute to get dressed before Steven starts undressing,” I said and went to our bedroom. I came back just to hear Lily ask, “Martini or wine?”
“I think we should let the wine breathe a bit and, in the meantime, settle for a Martini,” Steven replied and winked at me.
“Well, Martinis are your expertise. You know where the bar is,” answered Lily.
Lily and Sandra sat on our corner couch. Lily was on one side, and Sandra on the angle to her while Steven tended the bar, and I went to the kitchen to open a bottle of Gamay Noir. In honor of the occasion, Lily had changed her former outfit to a tight, short skirt and wide blouse with a plunging neckline opening over a push-up bra that made even me, who knows every spot of her breasts, breathe deeply.
Steven prepared the drinks with all his attention on Lily’s breasts, and I hoped it wouldn’t be reflected in too many broken glasses. Sandra was wearing a tight blouse without a bra, and in my opinion, she never wore one, and a short, wide floral skirt. Sandra loved wide floral skirts, and as a former ballet dancer, every turn of her body made the skirt flutter slightly. We sat, drank and gossiped. As expected, Steven was immersed in staring at Lily’s breasts. On one occasion, he was sipping on the martini as Lily bent over to Sandra and poured some of it onto himself. Lily restrained herself from laughing, and Sandra exchanged a wink with me.
The Martinis were finished, so Lily offered wine. Sandra volunteered to help while Steven and I stayed on the couch. “God! How can you breathe next to those breasts?” Steven whispered.
“I think about what I’m going to do to them at night. It’s very relaxing,” I replied.
“Go to hell,” Steven grinned. “Now you’ve completely screwed up my brain.”
“How can you live with an energetic woman like Sandra?” I replied to him. “She doesn’t rest for a second.”
“You can say that again! She can make me do her twice and ask for more.”
“Call me,” I said. “I’ll help you,” and we both burst out laughing.
The ladies returned with Sandra carrying the bottle of wine and Lily a tray with glasses. Lily leaned toward the table and placed the tray carefully, revealing, as if unintentionally, her heavy breasts. Steven rolled his eyes and made a show of fainting. Lily sat down next to me. In a graceful turn that lifted her wide skirt, displaying thin, muscular thighs, Sandra sat next to Steven.
There was a brief silence when I poured the glasses. Sandra said Steven favoured playing strip poker if we had nothing to discuss. We all laughed at the sight of the embarrassed Steven, who, from then on, was careful not to stare at Lily’s breasts.
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The following Monday, I got home earlier than usual. Lily held team meetings on Mondays, so she always finished work late. Therefore I was surprised to see her car in the parking lot; more surprising was that Steven’s car was there. I thought maybe Steven had finally managed to get himself a turn on Lily’s breasts. We don’t have an open marriage, but we don’t make a big deal out of random sex as long as it doesn’t become a habit. But never have we brought a casual partner home. Maybe Lily thought she could make an exception since it was Steven. On the other hand, if it were about sex, Steven wouldn’t park his car for all to see in my driveway. Would he? I asked myself.
I didn’t know what to think. I considered driving a few blocks away and taking a nap in the car, but I didn’t feel like it. So, I drove back to the courtyard service wicket. I was going to go into the yard, sneak around the living room, then enter through the service entrance directly into my study. Steven was my friend, and Lily was allowed to flutter occasionally, so I didn’t want to interrupt in case it was about sex.
I was about to bend down under the high windows of the living room when I heard Lily’s voice, and it was not the voice of a lover, but her meticulous voice, intended for severe reproaches only. “This is one of the most serious cases at this school since I have been running it. If it had been a different boy, I probably would have suspended him and invited the parents to have a conversation at school. Since you are our friends, I wanted to spare you the embarrassment and asked you to come here.” Apparently, Steven came directly from the office.
“It turns out the boy inherited the horny genes of his father,” Steven laughed.
‘Wrong, wrong,’ I thought in my heart, and Sandra’s scolding voice sounded. “Steven!”
“I guess you’ve looked into the teacher’s claims,” Steven tried to get out of it.
“I have not yet examined the subject in depth, but in the absence of conflicting evidence, the teacher’s version will always be more admissible than the student’s,” Lily said.
“Yes, that’s clear,” replied Sandra.
“Tomorrow, I’m supposed to hold a hearing for the teacher. In any case, her behavior and provocation are unacceptable. I will solve this twisted relationship within the school, but none of it justifies what Harry did, and that’s the issue right now.” Harry was Steven and Sandra’s son.
“You’re right,” said Steven. “I promise you that we will talk to him. I suppose we’ll ground him for a few days too. I agree this behavior requires a severe response.”
“I’m sorry Harry put you in this situation,” Sandra said.
I decided to creep to the front door and enter the house as Lily asked, “Will you stay for tea?”
I put my briefcase on the floor, hung my coat, and went into the living room. “Were you hiding in the shower again?” Asked Sandra.
“I think Sandra hoped you would show up in shorts,” Steven grinned. Wow, I thought. Steven is willing to offer me Sandra, in exchange for Lily. Interesting.
“You mean you fantasized about seeing me come out of the shower with a towel around my waist,” I said, making everyone laugh. To my surprise, Sandra surveyed me quizzically, and I was sure she imagined me with a towel on my waist and nothing more.
warming up, warming up.
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Two days later, I worked from home. Lily and the children were at school, so I only wore shorts. In the afternoon, I went to the kitchen to make some coffee, and Lily was sitting with her back to me at the table. Across from her sat a young woman with honey-brown curls, not very tall, but with a curvaceous body. The young woman was speaking defensively and weeping bitterly to Lily. Lily gave me a warning stare, so I backed down and went to get dressed. When I came back, the woman was gone.
“She’ll be back soon; she went to freshen up,” Lily said. “I need you to fuck her.”
“What? Who is she?” I was shocked.
“This is Harry Fosters’ teacher. She’s a great teacher, and her students are abusing her.”
“What’s so special about her?” I asked.
“She can teach at least five high-level subjects; she has exceptional organizational abilities, and with self-confidence, she can keep a class of disobedient students in order. I need you to calm her down sexually.”
“Let me get this straight. Are you offering me a gigolo job at your school? Is there also a pension?” I teased.
“Please do what I ask without too many questions. Now go back to your study. I’ll call you later. Oh, and make sure she’s satisfied.”
This is something that has never happened to us before. I asked myself, what would happen if I asked her to satisfy Steven without any questions? I went back to my study and waited until my phone rang. That’s one annoying thing about Lily; she sometimes doesn’t bother to approach me personally and instead makes calls, even from room to room.
I got to the kitchen, and Lily said, “Mike, this is Lucy. Lucy is a teacher at my school, and she claims students are invading her privacy. Lucy, explain to him, please.”
Lucy was cute. She had a young, sweet face, with a small nose and big eyes, the kind of teacher that students fantasize about when they masturbate. She lowered her eyes when she said, “They take pictures of me in the bathroom in all kinds of revealing poses and upload the photos to their joint website.” She blushed to the roots of her hair.
In truth, it was disturbing. We talk a lot about violence in schools, but I didn’t think we’d reached such a nadir.
“If she gives you the site’s address, do you think you can hack it?” Lily asked.
“I could try, but only from the desktop in my study.”
“Lucy, would you please accompany my husband to his study? Mike, if you can, I’d like to know the site’s members and who uploaded the revealing photos.”
“Of course.” Lucy got up in embarrassment and accompanied me with palpable fear.
The protections on the site were amateurish, and I could break into it within a few minutes. First, I accessed the list of friends and quickly reviewed it, and I was relieved to find out that Harry was not a member. I printed the list and moved on to the published posts, primarily photos of Lucy urinating in a women’s bathroom. Someone had got into the bathroom and photographed her from a high angle, probably above the door. The comments on each photo were chilling; I looked at the pictures shamelessly.
“You have very beautiful thighs,” I said.
“Mr. Ortis, you’re embarrassing me,” whispered Lucy.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed by your body,” I said, “you should be proud of it.”
I gave her paper and a pen and asked her to write the names of the girls who uploaded the pictures. Then we got to a particularly embarrassing one in which Lucy was masturbating while sitting in the bathroom. Her legs were spread, and one hand was between them while her other covered an exposed tit. I stared at the picture for a long time, while Lucy preferred to be dead.
“Mr. Ortis, please!” She whispered.
I turned and looked into her eyes. “The person who photographed you is a bastard. It is she who should be embarrassed, not you. A person has the right to masturbate in the bathroom without anyone invading their privacy.” I thought she wanted to kiss me but was ashamed.
“Mr. Ortis, can you bring down this whole site?” she asked.
“I don’t think that would be wise. They will open a new website, and you wouldn’t know about it. It is better to destroy the images as if there were a server problem allowing us to continue monitoring this site in the future.”
She nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Ortis.”
We returned to Lily with our findings. Lily reviewed the list quickly and then told the teacher: “Lucy, sit with me for a few more minutes; I want to talk to you about something else. Mike, would you mind driving Lucy home when we’re done?”
“With great pleasure,” I replied, and I meant every word.
On the way home, I asked her, “If you don’t mind me asking, what exactly is going on between the students and you?”
“After you’ve already seen a picture of me masturbating–” She was probably trying to joke.
“Extremely sexy picture, if I may comment.”
She blushed again and replied: “They keep harassing me sexually. If I turn my back on them, they stick something to my buttocks. If there is a group of students around me, a hand will slip out between everyone and touch my breast. Things like that.” Then she added, “I understand they’re at an age with excess hormones, but it drives me crazy.” I understood what she was saying: it also made her horny.
“Are you married?” I asked.
“I don’t even have a boyfriend.”
“I can’t believe it. Five minutes at any bar in Livingstone, and no less than five men will start conversations with you.”
She twisted her nose, and it looked cute, even sexy. “I don’t like bars,” she said.
“Come on, if I found myself in a club with you, there’s no way I’m not going to talk to you.”
She blushed again. “Mr. Ortis! You are a married man!”
I chuckled. “That doesn’t matter. My wife is Swedish; she doesn’t make an issue of things like that.”
She blushed again and became nervous. Her legs moved aimlessly, her hands firmly together, and her body trembled. She must have realized we were alone.
A few minutes later, we reached her building.”Will you invite me to come up?” I asked.
This time her legs were shaking, and I was afraid she couldn’t get out of the car without falling. “You’re welcome,” she whispered.
I took her arm and escorted her to her apartment. She opened the door and seemed to debate whether to invite me in. I didn’t wait for an answer; I grabbed her arm, went in and slammed the door behind me. She stood there, almost lost. It occurred to me that maybe she was a virgin. I grasped her shoulders and held her to me; she complied, trembling.
I leaned over and kissed her. She complied again and withdrew. “Mr. Ortis, I–”
I hugged her and helped her to the couch. I gently sat her down and sat next to her, hugged her shoulders again and leaned forward for another kiss. This time, too, she complied. I stroked her cheek and slid towards her neck as she breathed heavily.
I held her tightly and whispered in her ear, “It’s okay. I promise to be gentle.”
She buried her head in my chest, her hands moving frantically over it. I let her cuddle on me while I stroked her hair, gripped her chin and lifted her head. I kissed her again and let my hand slide from her neck to her firm chest. She detached her mouth from mine and began to gasp. I kissed her lightly and lowered my hand to her waist. I grabbed the hem of the sweater she was wearing and, lifting it, inserted my hand under it. She was shaking like a leaf blown in the wind.
I stroked her bare belly and climbed up to her breasts. She was wearing a thin bra that transferred the heat of her flesh to my hand, which I slipped under the bra to touch her nipple. I cupped the breast and massaged it lightly. Her face was again resting on my chest, and she panted.
“Mr. Ortis! Oh, Mr. Ortis!”
I stripped off the sweater and buried my head between her breasts, and goose pimples broke out over her skin. I licked one nipple while my hand kneaded the flesh of the other breast. She hugged my head and whispered: “Mr. Ortis, I… I… Oh, Mr. Ortis!”
I lifted my head to her ear and whispered: “It’s okay. I understand. Don’t be afraid.” Well, she’s a virgin.
I unbuttoned her bra and rubbed my hands over her breasts while her hands ran through my hair. I hugged her to me and caressed her face again. “You’re really sweet so that you know.”
She raised her face to me and smiled faintly. I reached out a hand and slightly lifted her skirt, and almost instinctively, she pulled it down. I placed a paternal hand on hers and raised her palm to my mouth, kissing it gently and placing it around my neck. I pulled up her skirt again. My hand moved on the flesh of her hot thigh back and forth until she allowed me to spread them. She tried to say something, but no meaningful syllable came out of her mouth. I lowered my head between her legs and licked her wet bottom. This time, truncated syllables could be heard, but I don’t think she was trying to say anything. I licked the inside of one thigh from the knee to her panties, then went to the other. Her legs did not stop trembling. I lifted her skirt a little higher, then grabbed her panties, and in one deft movement, I pulled them away from her.
This time the syllables were meaningful, “No, Mr. Ortis, I’m afraid.”
I hugged her again and whispered in her ear, “Don’t be afraid. I promise you will enjoy it.”
I raised her chin and gave her a reassuring smile while I fluttered my lips over her mouth and giggled when I caught her tongue between them. I nibbled on her ear and licked the inside. This time she responded in the affirmative: “Be gentle with me, please, Mr. Ortis.”
I kissed her cheek and said, “Of course, I will, sweetheart. You’re my princess today.”
I went to my knees between her thighs, licked her lower lips and ran a finger along her hot cleft while she breathed strenuously. I inserted a finger between her lips, and while licking her clit I twisted my finger inside her. This time, her crotch complied and moved up and down toward me. I continued a little longer, seized her clit with my lips, and sucked it. A cry emitted from her, and trembling waves passed from her thighs to her pussy. Another suck, and her pelvis began to sway hard up and down, back and forth. She folded forward and shook all over in reaction to her orgasm. I continued to caress her gently and, lifting her with both hands, carried her to her bed.
“Do you trust me?” I asked. She nodded.”Can I go on?” Again, a positive response. “I think we should use a towel on the bed. You probably don’t want to get your sheets dirty.” She turned pale and pointed to a dresser. I retrieved a large bath towel, spread it on the bed, then took off my clothes in front of her.
She watched my body, first with interest, then eagerly and when she realized what would happen, with trepidation. It had been a long time since I had an erection, and although it bothered me, I didn’t want to release it prematurely so as not to freak her out. Having given my penis free rein, her gaze was drawn to it.
I positioned myself between her thighs and raised her ankles to my shoulders. I ran my dick along her crotch, wetting it with her juice and burying it between her lips. She closed her eyes tight, waiting for the pain to come, but I wasn’t in a hurry. I stayed between her lips and moved my cock along the slit. She bit her lip and let out fragmented throaty moans. I continued for a few more moments until she opened her eyes.
“Are you already inside… inside me?” Oh, dear! The kiddo had no idea!
“Almost,” I smiled at her, then leaned over to kiss her. She hugged my neck, not letting me break away from her. I continued to play with my penis between her lower lips until her grip loosened, and I gently inserted it into her. A short yell emanated from her.
I slowly moved in. Her hands quickly reached my waist, and she tried to stop me, but I didn’t. I kept pressing inside until I felt a barrier, and in one short, quick movement, I ended her virginity. She let out a sharp cry, and tears stood in her eyes. I stopped, letting her pain pass before continuing in.
Her hands no longer held me back. On the contrary, she grabbed my waist and pulled me forcefully into her. I didn’t give in this time either. From my experience, the first penetration into the cunt hurts more than the detachment of the hymen. I continued my slow penetration inside until my whole shaft was inside her.
I leaned over and whispered: “Now I’m all in you. Did it hurt?”
“Very much, but it’s passed,” she answered.
“So now is the time to have fun,” I whispered to her.
I started with long strokes in and out. There was no need to rush. Her breathing grew more labored, and her pelvis came to me with each penetration. Her ankles dropped from my shoulders, and she folded her legs on the bed and lifted her crotch. She hugged me and again buried her head in my chest as I increased the pace, and she adjusted herself to me. I grabbed one of her thighs, mashing in my hot meat; she groaned lightly and rocked her pelvis hard. I inserted my dick deep into her and then stopped, to her surprise. While my cock was deep inside, I moved my pelvis up and down and sideways. She groaned again, and her hug grew stronger.
“Mr. Ortis, please, I can’t take it anymore!” Her legs wrapped around my body in a crushing hug as she wanted me to fuck her more forcefully. I pressed my body against hers and fucked her hard; the bangs from the confluence of our pelvises were thunderous. Her body twisted beneath me; she was desperate for air. I stopped and started again, this time as fast as I could. Her body arched and relaxed a few times as she thrashed beneath me. This girl was a time bomb who reached the moment of truth.
She grabbed me, powerfully lifted her pelvis, and immediately hit the bed. A long cry came out of her mouth: “It is… it is… Yes… Yes… It’s it…” I cradled her between my hands and let her relax. She was breathing quickly with her eyes closed tightly; I waited until she calmed. Her smiling gaze met my eyes, and she whispered to me, “Thank you.”
I kissed her lips and whispered back: “Wait, sweetie, it’s not over yet. There’s more.” She smiled widely. I continued to fuck her, bringing her to orgasm twice more in different positions. Every time she finished, she curled up in my chest like a girl to her father’s chest, and I hugged and caressed her softly. I hadn’t achieved my orgasm, so I continued a little longer, pulled myself out of her and shot my sperm on her stomach because I was sure she was not on the pill. We continued to lie for a while, and then I got up. I stroked her hair and told her: “You don’t have to keep it inside anymore. When you’re stressed, you can call me. I promise to be here and always to be gentle with you.”
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The heat wave that swept the east coast did not spare New Jersey. Temperatures reached 85 degrees and sometimes 90. Many residents of Livingstone cleaned the pools and prepared them for use, but Lily and I were too busy at work and didn’t get to it. One hot Sunday morning, we received an invitation to a barbecue by the Fosters’ pool.
Shortly after Veterans Day, the Methodist Church organized a young people’s trip to Gettysburg, featuring a reenactment of the famous Civil War battle. None of us were involved in church activities; I was Catholic, Steven was Evangelist but not religious, and Sandra and Lily were atheists. On the school’s recommendation, our children went on the trip, so Lily and I attended the barbecue alone.
It wasn’t until we put on our swimsuits it occurred to me it was Steven who found the time to take care of the pool. Lily must have thought the same as I did because, in gratitude to Steven and contrary to her preference for a one-piece swimsuit, this time, she wore a particularly revealing two-piece. Hallelujah! Steven would get a full panoramic view of Lily’s breasts. We threw a T-shirt over our swimsuits and left.
When we arrived, we found Steven already grilling the meat. If I had any doubt, it disappeared at that moment. For Steven, the barbecue was an excuse; he wanted to finish quickly and move to the main course, or ‘dessert.’ He pointed to the mobile bar and said, “Self-service, friends.”
In an English home, when all the guests are not American, there is never beer in the bar, but none of us were beer drinkers. Sandra exited the house with a large salad and placed it on a small table next to the barbecue. She sat on a garden chair next to Lily and said, “Bravo for handling Miss Ryan’s problem. Harry says she suddenly became a completely different person, very considerate and assertive. A true leader.”
It turns out my Lucy is Harry’s Miss Ryan. Lily fired a warning look at me and said, “If there’s anything I know how to do, it’s run a school.”
I stopped by the pool and added, “That, and how to suck.”
Within a second, I found myself flying into the water after Lily shot from her chair and pushed me. I rested in the water and heard Steven laughing, “Hello! I still shouldn’t know that!”
‘Still not supposed to?’ He said ‘still’? I walked out of the pool, rolling with laughter. “What happened, Steven? Did I give you a spoiler?”
We were all wearing T-shirts over our swimsuits; in Sandra’s case, a shirt was not the item of clothing to cover her physical asset–her thin, muscular, long legs. I took off my wet shirt and squeezed it out. I noticed Sandra staring at my well-developed chest, and in response, I openly surveyed her legs. The exchange of glances disturbed Lily, who thought she was not getting enough attention, so she got up and urged Sandra to join her in the pool. The two of them took off their shirts, and Steven received his first burn when he, inattentively, placed a bare hand on a hot rib.
I also missed a beat. The top piece of Lily’s swimsuit barely covered her nipples and did not support her magnificent breasts, but they did not need support despite their unusual weight. Advanced signs of erection were visible on Steven’s swimsuit. I also started to get an erection, but not because of Lily. As the two ran into the pool, I noticed Sandra’s round buttocks. She wore a one-piece swimsuit, which modestly concealed her breasts and descended in a stylish stripe to her loins which it hardly covered. Although she was thin, and her buttocks were not large, I could see they were soft and pleasant to squeeze. When they ran into the pool, their buttocks vibrated with joy.
Steven poured two servings of whiskey. I sniffed the glass; the aroma hinted at Singleton 1976, a superb choice. “I notice you were obsessed with Sandra’s legs,” he said.
“Less than you have were obsessed with Lily’s breasts.”
“How have I never noticed she has such beautiful breasts?”
“It’s because she started wearing tight shirts. When I met her, she was ashamed of her big breasts,” I answered.
“Unbelievable. Thank her on my behalf for choosing the short swimsuit.”
“Thank her yourself. She wore it, especially for you. She enjoys watching you have a fixation on her breasts.”
“Really? How far will she let me go?” He asked.
“The question is, how far will I allow you to go?” I said.
“How about a barter deal: I’ll let you go as far as you want with Sandra’s legs, and you’ll let me go as far as Lily will allow with her breasts.”
“It doesn’t sound like a fair deal,” I said. “Legs can be seen; breasts cannot.”
“Okay. I’m improving my offer: Lily’s breasts in exchange for Sandra’s legs and breasts.”
“Deal,” I said, and we shook hands as the two women came from the pool.
“What deal have you concluded?” asked Sandra suspiciously.
“Exchange of couples,” I said. “I get you for the night, and in return, he gets Lily for the night.”
“You wish!” Lily responded.
Lily sat on my erection and shook her butt gently as I hugged her waist and pulled her toward me for a lustful kiss. She leaned her hands against my chest and shook her pelvis with increasingly arousing movements.
“Don’t disturb yourself,” Steven grinned. “We’re not looking.”
“You can look,” said Lily, “or you can have fun too. It’s your home!”
Sitting at Steven’s chair, Sandra ruffled his hair affectionately and leaned forward for a kiss. He pulled Sandra into his lap, and she didn’t resist. She turned his hand away and rose when he tried to caress her thighs. “I think the ribs are burning,” she warned.
Steven got up and hurried to get the meat out of the coals. Sandra brought a bottle of wine from the kitchen, and we ate silently. When we finished, the women cleared the leftovers while Steven and I rested. Steven’s gaze did not leave Lily’s breasts, which she occasionally shook, especially for him. Lily returned from the kitchen and leaned over Steven shaking her breasts. It was no longer possible to ignore the bulge in Steven’s pants. I placed Sandra on my lap, away from my penis.
“Sandra, will you allow me to show your husband my tits at point-blank range?” Lily asked.
“You’ve already done it,” Sandra replied, slightly disgruntled. However, she must have come to terms with the situation as she moved to my chest. She felt my waking erection and shook her butt toward it. “As far as I’m concerned, you can give my husband a spin on your tits,” Sandra said, “just don’t overdo it.”
“Don’t worry,” I whispered, “Lily won’t fuck him without my permission, and I won’t give her permission without your consent.”
She smiled gratefully at me, kissed my neck, and swayed in my lap, trying to give me a lap dance, but she was naïve and inexperienced. I needed to improve her position, so my limbs pressed against her soft behind. I kissed her, and she didn’t resist; nor did she when I stroked the outside of her thigh. Lily happily skipped to Steven’s lap, giving him a lap dance with her supple ass. Steven sent a tentative hand towards Lily’s breasts, expecting resistance, but it did not come.
I hugged Sandra’s thin waist and encouraged her to stretch her entire length over me. “What happened that you changed your mind?” I whispered in her ear.
“I’m tired of his infatuation with Lily’s breasts. Let him have his fun, and then maybe he’ll relax.”
I wasn’t sure it would calm him down. Sandra seemed jealous, so I hoped Steven wouldn’t develop a desire for sex with Lily. I stroked the outside of her thigh and enjoyed the touch. Her skin was smooth and silky, not soft, but I loved the curves her muscles created. I tilted my face to her and kissed her. She seemed to respond but detached her mouth from mine.
Next to us, Lily and Steven were intoxicated with lust. Trust Lily; she placed her cunt right on Steven’s prominent erection. Sandra looked to her husband, who kissed my wife and caressed her breasts. “Damn it all!” Sandra exclaimed.
I decided Sandra deserved it too, so I moved to the inside of her thigh and let my hand climb to her crotch, and she didn’t resist. I stroked the connection between her thigh and pelvis, squeezing a moan of pleasure from her. She again sent a look to the couple next to us.
“What was the deal you closed with Steven?” She whispered in my ear.
“What’s happening now. He asked for my permission to caress Lily’s breasts.”
“And what did he offer in return?”
“Your breasts and legs.”
She rose slightly and defiantly pulled her swimsuit from her breasts to her waist. She had small breasts, her nipples were dark and fleshy, and they stood out at least half an inch. A wide, dark, fleshy areola surrounded them. I took one breast and sucked her nipple; the breast was hard, and as I kneaded it, she moaned lightly again. I pulled her nipple hard, and she buried her head in the hollow between my shoulders and neck and moaned in pleasure. It was time to shift gears; I had one finger under her swimsuit, caressing her Mound of Venus, then sliding down to her lower lips. She again buried her head in my neck to stifle the soft purr from her throat.
She got excited and moved on my lap quickly, unaware she pulled my penis away from the soft part of her butt. I hugged her waist tightly, lowered my lips to her nipples, and inserted a finger between her lower lips and along her warm groove. She stifled a sigh in my neck and squirmed above me with rapid movements. It occurred to me Sandra was the quietest woman I’ve ever been with, quieter than my wife, who shamelessly moaned loudly in the next chair. Sandra grabbed my head with both hands and filled my neck with small kisses, occasionally sucking the skin on the side of the neck with her lips and giving me a gentle bite. She was an energy bomb, and I thought sex with her could be the best thing to happen to me.
I dragged my finger through her wet cleft up and down, occasionally giving a touch, as if random, to her clit. She couldn’t stop moving as my finger made circular motions across the smooth section between her clit and vagina. I waited for her legs to start shaking, but it wasn’t long before the nervous tremors were accompanied by bouncing movements of the muscles inside her thigh. Her crotch moved over me at an insane speed, and she gasped like she had run a marathon.
A loud male moan was heard from the next chair, immediately followed by Lily’s. She was lying on her back with Steven, both gasping and exhausted. It was time for Sandra to reach orgasm, I decided before one of the two horny partners interrupted us. I lightly touched her clit, and fingered it in circular motions. Her grip on my neck intensified; her strangled moans continued. Sandra’s body raged above me, her legs vibrated energetically, and she pressed her thighs together strenuously. It lasted only another ten seconds until she finished with rapid pelvic contractions. I gently caressed around her clit repeatedly, being careful not to touch it until she completely relaxed. She punched my chest and whispered: ” You’re something! I think I’ll agree to an exchange of couples.” Then she burst into rolling laughter.
**********
The following month, my fears of infidelity were dispelled, and Steven’s interest in Lily’s breasts subsided. We met Steven and Sandra several times for a meal or an evening of drinks and went out to events.
About a week before Christmas, we arranged to meet again for a conversation and to share a bottle of excellent Marselan I discovered. At exactly seven o’clock, without warning, the door opened, and Sandra appeared in the doorway, exclaiming, “Is anyone home?”
Lily was in the yard having a telephone argument with someone. “What about Steven?” I asked.
“He will arrive soon; delayed at the office.” She looked around and asked, “And Lily?”
“In the yard, trying to murder someone with words,” I answered.
“So maybe we should start taking care of the wine,” Sandra offered.
She went into the kitchen and loaded snacks and glasses onto a tray. She already knew where everything was, so she moved around with familiarity. I crept up behind her, hugged her waist, and gave her a light kiss on her neck. She squirmed, pulled out of my embrace and said, “Look, I know I owe you an orgasm. You are the only one who didn’t cum, but not now, not today.”
There were no special events that evening, apart from the confirmation I received that Steven’s interest in Lily’s breasts had dissipated. But Sandra’s promise to give me the orgasm ‘she owes me’ made my evening.
**********
On a snowy, cold day after Christmas, I dropped by the University Hospital in Newark to visit a colleague. I arrived in the afternoon as the nurses’ shifts changed. He was asleep, and I sat next to his bed in his wife’s company. At her request, I stayed in the room during the doctor’s visit while she held my hand. As fate would have it, he was in the ward where Sandra was the head nurse. I met her near the nurses’ station before she was to leave for home. She turned and, in a professional tone, said, “Mr. Ortis, would you accompany me for a few moments?”
She directed me to a small room at the end of the corridor, which, apart from a desk and chair, was empty and probably intended for medical staff to write reports. We went into the room, and she locked the door. She leaned me against the table, sat on the chair with her legs spread and unfastened my belt. “I owe you an orgasm,” she said.
I let her roll my pants down while stroking her head. She leaned towards my penis and buried it in her mouth. I didn’t think she would repay the debt by sucking me. Sandra didn’t know what kind of task she was taking on because I’m one of those who cum slowly.
To my amazement, she put at least half my prick in her mouth, sucking it and licking its head. Like every muscle in her body, her suction muscles were strong. The intensity with which she sucked my dick made it swell instantly, and the feeling was supreme. Her tongue ran across the length of it without detracting in any way from the intensity of suckling. I put my hands on her head, indulging in the wonderful sensations transmitted by my cock. I bent forward and slid my hands across the top she was wearing to her hard breasts. As always, she was not wearing a bra. I rubbed her tits and pinched her nipples which quickly became erect. I used my fingers on her nipples in unthinking movements but didn’t feel them in my hands. All my attention was on my shaft; my whole brain was on my shaft.
My penis may not be unusually long, but it’s thick, and as it swells, the more difficult it is to blow. She pulled part of it out of her mouth, trying to breathe hard through her nose. I flattened my palms on her breasts, massaging them in circular motions, driving her wild. She withdrew my cock from her mouth to take in more air. I took this opportunity to thread my hands under her arms and pull her to me for a long kiss, during which I stripped the top she was wearing to her armpits. She quickly disconnected and returned to sucking me.
Sandra had a wide mouth, so she had no trouble sticking my cock in there, but not much else. Having no choice, she focused on the glans at the tip of my dick. Her tongue ran around the groove under the head while suckling it and pumping blood to it. I went down to her breasts again, which were bare, and grabbed her fleshy nipples. It felt like squeezing an olive, and I crushed and glorified them. A long, quiet moan emitted from her, but her ‘pumping machine’ did not slow down. I let go of her nipples, and my fingertips gently caressed the areola around them and then the whole breast. My fingers spread around the breast moving from the outer edge to the nipples. She moaned again and lifted her head above my dick to breathe; her pulse and breath were fast. She got up and changed position, folding one leg under her on the chair, giving me more comfortable access to her breasts while leaning over to my cock from the side. The last few minutes must have taught her about the sensitive side of my thick rod because she leaned toward it from that side.
Sandra pressed her tongue against the bottom of my manhood, using suction as she performed oral intercourse. The intense friction at the sensitive points blew my mind. I flung off one of my shoes and lifted my foot between her legs. Perhaps the surprise or the sense of touch caused her to jump; she pulled her head off my cock while sucking it in a strong ‘pop,’ like the release of a plunger. She took a few long breaths and smiled at me wearily, “It’s tiring. I need a moment to breathe.”
I smiled at her encouragingly, picked her up from the chair and leaned her over the table. This time the roles were exchanged; she was on the table, and I sat on the chair with my pants down and my prick straightening. I licked her nipples, and her breaths became heavier. My tongue glided along her belly to her crotch, and I buried my head between her legs. She pulled my head out. “Mike, we are here to repay my debt to you, not to create another one.”
I burst out laughing and said: “Don’t worry, your first one will be on the house. If there’s another one, it’ll be another debt.” She laughed and put my head back between her legs.
I licked the sensitive seam between her thigh and pelvis, and she moaned with pleasure, intensifying her grip on my head. I licked the seam on both sides, then went to her Venus mound and sucked her through her panties. I grabbed the panty’s edge with one finger and was about to roll it aside, but she stopped me.
“That’s enough.” She said.
She sat on the floor with her legs crossed, grabbed the base of my dick and licked it from end to end. She took it in her mouth and sucked it hard. I sent one hand to her breasts and the other on a probing mission between her legs. Her panties were soaked in her juices, and I stroked her lips through them as she purred with pleasure. I mustered up the courage to insert my finger inside her. She was already insanely horny, so this time she couldn’t resist. I touched her clit, and she shrieked. I continued to work on her inner lips, and her movements became increasingly frantic. A few minutes later, her cheek and tongue muscles seemed to tire, but she strained to persevere. She still sucked it hard, but with every few pumps, she pulled my dick out of her mouth and inflated her cheeks, presumably to stretch her contracted muscles.
I glanced at my watch and wondered. It had been over 15 minutes since Sandra started sucking me; was that the time it took Steven to cum? Or maybe she never sucked him until the end.
I lifted her off the floor and removed her panties while she tried to resist but didn’t insist I stop. I stroked her thighs and again buried my head between her legs. “Mike, you’re a terrible bastard. Stop holding back and cum for me.”
I sat her down on my lap and kissed her softly. “I like that you owe me an orgasm,” I said.
She was far beyond eager; she longed for orgasm. Sandra hit my shoulder and said, “I like it too.” She dragged my head to her breasts and rocked her pelvis on my erect rod. Her lips met my hot shaft, and she massaged it with her crotch in back-and-forth motions. Her movements along my erect cock became faster, and I felt the orgasm building in my testicles. I had to stop myself from squirting on the spot. To distract my mind, I focused on her breasts, biting her nipples and sucking them hard. Her maneuvers increased, and I hoped an accident would happen and that somehow my cock would creep into her.
I flung her to the table and went back to licking her sweet cleft as a scream escaped her deliberately clamped lips. I rose to kiss her, forcing her lips open. My cock rubbed against her cunt, and we both swayed in eager sexual momentum. I was about to cheat, pulling myself away from her and approaching with my prick pointing to her cunt, hoping by ‘mistake,’ it would penetrate her. But she wrapped her legs around me, holding her vulva to the base of my penis. Her pelvis convulsed as rapid pulses passed through her body. She buried her head in my neck and strangled a cry as she came. She hugged me with her legs for another minute or two until she regulated her breathing.
“It was good for you, too, right?” Sandra asked.
I licked her ear and whispered, “Yes, but you still owe me an orgasm.”
“So I guess you’ll have to revisit your friend in the next few days.”
**********
I visited my friend once more that week and met after with Sandra; she did get me to cum, but I also made her cum. Twice. The debt was growing. Somehow, I knew that next time it would end with full sex.
When I lifted my pants, she said, “You’re having a hard time reaching orgasm, aren’t you?”
“It takes me longer than most men. I guess it could be defined as ‘having a hard time.”
“There’s a treatment for it, you know.”
“This works for me. I love long foreplay.”
“I understand, but some women will have a hard time waiting so long.” Did she mean herself?
**********
Contrary to forecasts, New Year’s Eve was snowy. The children flew to Sweden to visit Lily’s parents, who promised to take them to Lapland to see the Northern Lights. We prepared for a night of incessant cuddling in front of the fireplace. Earlier that day, Lily had invited the Fosters for the evening, but Sandra was evasive, saying their plans depended on their children, so there were only the two of us.
Our living room is very expansive. Most of the time, only the corner with the leather sofa was used. On the other side, next to the fireplace, was a heavy woolen rug and two low velvet sofas that were kept covered. We sat on the wooly carpet in front of the burning fireplace, leaned against a sofa and opened a bottle of California Zinfandel red wine. Soon, we began to make love. Lily wore a short skirt with a pink button-up shirt that complimented her blonde hair and did not hide her heavy breasts. I was in Bermuda shorts and nothing more. My hand enveloped Lily in a hug, and she cuddled on my chest. I pushed her head back and kissed her, inserting my tongue into her mouth while my hand went to her breasts, whose pink nipples were already erect.
She pushed me away and asked, “Did you lock the front door?”
“I don’t remember. What difference does it make? The kids are thousands of miles away.”
“But the Fosters are only three houses away,” she grinned.
“It’s okay. Even if they don’t wait for us to open the door for them, between the first knock and the time they get to the living room, we’ll have plenty of time to get dressed.”
“Mike, when was the last time you saw a nurse knocking on the door? Nurses open and enter without any warning.”
“So, we’d better give them a terrific show,” I said, making Lily giggle.
“Oh, I love your dirty mind.”
I returned to kissing her; she rolled up my pant legs, exposing my whole assembly, grabbed my dick, and pulled and massaged it. She had strong fingers, and my dick knew how to appreciate it, and it reached a full erection immediately. I laid her down on the carpet, took off her panties, threw them on the couch and buried my head between her thighs. I licked her lower lips and inserted a finger between them. She put her hand on my head and pressed me to her crotch. I continued to lick gently while my finger moved in circular motions between her lips, away from her clitoris.
She grabbed my head with both hands and said, “Let me understand; is this one of those evenings that you’re going to drive me crazy before you fuck me?”
“We have the whole night, honey. Where are you rushing to?”
“To finish before the Fosters appear.” Wow! She was seriously concerned.
“I agree. You should be satisfied before that horny guy even comes near our home.”
I rose above her, and still dressed in my pants, I inserted my cock deep into her. She took a deep breath and let out the air slowly. “Hallelujah! Yes, baby, fuck me!”
And as if on cue, the door opened, and Sandra’s voice sounded. “Is anyone else in the house?”
We jumped off our seats and sat back down. Lily even managed to keep her glass of wine in her hand.
The Fosters entered the living room and stopped. “Why is it that every time I enter this house, I feel I am overdressed?” Steven asked.
“I suggest you undress closer to the fireplace. It’s warmer there,” I replied.
“No,” Sandra said guardedly. “Are you in the middle of… something?”
“You can join in on the fun, too,” said Lily. “Make yourself at home…”
I remembered the pool and added, “Who was the one who suggested not looking?”
Steven’s gaze moved from Lily’s visible breasts to her bare pussy. He hurried into the living room, hands behind his back, in one of the most typical English poses. Sandra was hesitant and looked from Lily’s panties on the couch to her bare pussy to my erect cock, already familiar to her. I winked at her with the smile of a co-conspirator. She smiled back and still hesitated. I pulled the leg of my pants over my cock, and only then did she dare enter the living room with slow steps.
Steven glanced at the bottle of wine and asked: “Zinfandel? Come on, really?” He put his hands behind his back and presented us with a bottle of wine. “Château Cantenac, Saint-Èmilion Grand Cru,” he proudly declared in an accent that tried, unsuccessfully, to sound French.
“Mmm,” I said, “it’s good that you interrupted.”
Steven laughed, took off his coat and sat on the floor in front of us. He wore a white shirt and tailored woolen pants. As soon as he sat, he kicked his shoes off and bent over to the bottle opener lying on the carpet. Sandra also took off her coat but stayed standing. She wore an elegant, tight, high-neck, sleeveless knit dress in an emerald shade, so short it barely covered her ass, and shoes with a thin, high heel. Oh, how sexy she looked! It was clear they thought they were coming for an evening of nothing more than wine and friendly conversation.
“Sandra?” Encouraged Lily.
“I think two glasses are missing here. I’ll go get them,” said Sandra and slipped into the kitchen.
Steven sniffed the cork and poured the wine into the glasses. “It would be more effective if we let it breathe,” he said.
We tasted the wine, and while we waited for Sandra, I ran a finger along my wife’s long thigh. She shuddered, and Steven licked his lips with open lust. I grabbed Lily’s thigh and pressed lightly, aware of the impact my actions had on Steven’s pants.
“It’s hot in here,” Steven said, unbuttoning his shirt. “What about Sandra?”
Lily was about to get up, but I stopped her. “I’ll go and check on her,” I said.
I went to the kitchen and saw Sandra leaning on the countertop with two glasses in her hands; she looked even sexier from the back. The tight dress could not hide her round butt, and her slender body was enhanced by the high-heeled shoes. I hugged her from behind and whispered, “You still owe me two orgasms.”
She flashed that mischievous smile, which I recognized from our meetings at the hospital. I took the glasses, and she followed me to the living room, where she sat on the couch next to Steven and crossed her legs gracefully. We sat like that, drinking and talking for about a half hour while my hand caressed my wife’s thigh, climbing closer to the warm groove between her legs.
Steven had taken off his shirt while Sandra nervously crossed and uncrossed her legs until Steven pulled them out straight and sat between them with her legs spread on either side. He planted small kisses on the soft inside of one of her thighs. I had seen Sandra sitting that way before, but with her elegant dress, the eagerness in her eyes and the promise that stood in the air, it brought me to a full erection.
My hand climbing up Lily’s thigh reached her pussy, and I touched, I swear unintentionally, her clit. She jumped out of her seat, and her hand instantly went to my penis. “Promise not to look?” I asked.
“No,” Steven replied, ” but you can look too.”
He turned and buried his head between his wife’s legs, but I didn’t wait for Sandra’s response. I laid my wife down on her side and penetrated her, and she let out a throaty moan. It wasn’t until I was deep inside her that I dared to peek at Steven and Sandra. Steven’s head was between Sandra’s legs while she looked mesmerized at my cock that pierced and pulled out of Lily’s cunt. Sandra’s dress was around her waist, and she stroked her breasts with her fingertips as I did for her in the hospital.
I returned my attention to Lily; I unbuttoned her blouse and caressed her breasts, mashing them and pinching her nipples. Removing her shirt, I licked her neck, lightly biting her shoulders. Her left leg lifted, and she placed it on my thigh. She slid one hand between her legs, caressing my testicles. Steven could no longer resist. He rolled up his pants and exposed his erect dick–and what a dick! His cock was two inches longer than mine, although much thinner. I understood how Sandra acquired the deep throat technique. Sandra showed no resistance as he pulled the dress over her head. The atmosphere in the room was fiery, and we were all excited.
Lily and I continued to copulate vigorously. Lily’s moans grew louder until she arched her back in a familiar motion, emitting a long, throaty moan and came with her whole body trembling and her legs clinging together. Lily took a few deep breaths and immediately shifted me into a sitting position while skewering herself on my rod. Facing me, her hands drew my head to her breasts.
Steven lifted his wife’s legs and penetrated her, standing on his knees. He moved inside her rhythmically and kissed her lips. Sandra wiggled wildly, rubbing her crotch against Steven’s long penis. Her legs fluttered in the air as she pulled Steven to her, holding his back. From my view, it seemed Steven could not keep up. Sandra fell on the couch to have Steven above her in a missionary position. Lily stopped jumping on me and ground her crotch on my shaft. I let her have fun, grabbed her ass and fucked her hard from the bottom. She moaned again, but this time I wouldn’t let her cum. I held her buns and pulled her to me, sucking her nipples hard. She groaned loudly and tried to keep moving, but I stopped her. Her eyes were determined as she loudly demanded, “Keep fucking me. Now!”
I obeyed her, of course. But after a few movements, I stopped her again. She shot the same murderous look at me but didn’t say anything. I peeked at the couple on the couch opposite. Sandra’s one leg was on the floor while the other was on the back of the couch, and her pelvis again thrust quickly toward Steven. Still, it seemed he could not keep up; they were working at an uncoordinated pace until Sandra gave up and raised her pelvis, massaging her clit with rapid circular movements. Her crotch bounced under her hand, but she made no effort to fuck Steven back. Suddenly, her whole body shook, and she finished in complete silence. It was embarrassing to see my best friend’s huge cock and find out that he didn’t know how to make the best use of it.
Lily noticed the looks I sent to the couple and decided she wanted to see them. She got on top of me, turned, and positioned herself on my phallus with her back to me, facing Steven and Sandra. Lily leaned back against my body and moved her crotch in circular motions driving me crazy. If she had continued like this, I probably would have cum, but I wasn’t worried; I knew my wife, and she couldn’t stop herself for too long. Indeed, she leaned forward, her hands on my thighs, and returned to fucking me harder.
The sight of Lily galloping on my dick caused Sandra to retake control, and she moved rapidly. Her whole body jumped under Steven, and her pelvis reacted with incredible speed, giving Steven’s penis friction from all directions. Her gaze was directed at me with a plea; it seemed she wasn’t fucking Steven but using his cock as a dildo. Steven was having a hard time holding on. His head lifted, and he let out a sustained groan, and that was it. Lily finished; Sandra didn’t cum again. We all stayed like that for a few more minutes, with Steven’s head resting on Sandra’s shoulder and Lily’s body leaning on me.
“Do you want to try Steven’s big dick?” I whispered in Lily’s ear.
She raised her head and whispered, “It would be an interesting experience. Did I tell you I love your dirty mind?”
I peeked at Steven, lying on Sandra and kissing her eagerly. “Hey, Steven,” I called out to him, “want to switch?”
Steven froze, trying to digest the offer he had received. He looked at Sandra, who shrugged her shoulders. He got up and almost ran to us. My wife sat him on the couch, knelt before him, and took his penis in her mouth. Great! Maybe Lily will learn how to deep throat.
I got up, walked to Sandra and, reaching out, lifted her off the couch. She smiled shyly at me. I sat on the sofa, perched her on my lap and drew her to my erect cock. Steven’s sperm spilled out as she wiggled along my shaft as she did in the hospital. Rubbing it with her lower lips and using her husband’s sperm to lube my dick, she went into a trance.
I grabbed her waist and buried my face in her breasts. Her movements along my cock were fast and frantic, and she began to gasp and moan in her restrained way. But this time, as soon as her legs started shaking, I stopped her. I grabbed her butt; I lifted her off my cock and clenched it in front of her hot cunt. She hesitated and carefully sat on it. I aimed my cock at her entrance, and she descended on it slowly–with her husband’s still-hot cum serving as lube–afraid to spear herself on my thick rod. I let her insert my shaft at her own pace, and when it was inside, I seized her butt and moved it in a grinding motion back and forth.
“Oh, you’re so thick! I feel like you’re filling me,” she whispered.
Lily brought Steven to a full erection. She took a long sip of the French wine, washed his semen from her mouth then got on the couch. Unlike fearful Sandra, Lily didn’t hesitate and lowered herself onto Steven’s massive penis in one quick thrust. A short cry broke from her. “Fuck me very slowly, okay, darling?”
While holding her ass, I lifted Sandra off me and fucked her faster from the bottom. She groaned and trembled, fucking me back. Her breathing became heavy and rapid, and her whole body shook. Waves of pleasure created in her pussy spread along her body and legs. Then I stopped, held her tightly and pressed her to my pelvis.
“Mike, please, I need it,” she pleaded.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll get it, but not so quickly.”
She squirmed over me, trying to free herself from my grip and fuck me quickly again, but I didn’t let her go. I waited for her to settle, then raised her once more and fucked her from the bottom, but with long, slow strokes. Her muscles vibrated, and she twisted quickly. I stopped her again.
“Enough, Mike. That’s enough,” she whispered, but I didn’t respond to her.
I lifted my head and kissed her protractedly. I felt her breathing inside my mouth as she tried to control herself. I raised her again, but this time I didn’t fuck her; instead, I turned my pelvis around, letting my dick explore the walls of her vagina. Fast pulses coursed through her body. She touched her lips to my ear. “So that you know, you’re a bastard and a son of a bitch.”
I teased her for a few more minutes, then picked her up and laid her on her back across the couch. I spread her legs to a full split, ballet dancer or not and fucked her harder. She took a surprised breath and let out the air while moaning heavily.
“Nice, my sweetheart. I love when you moan out loud like that,” I said.
I lowered my head to her breasts and sucked on her nipples while forcibly pushing into her. She raised her legs in the air and was about to cum. I stopped the penetrations; while my cock was deep inside her, I moved it up and down, putting pressure on her G-spot. Her lips trembled, but no sound came out. Her whole body twisted beneath me in incoherent and pointless movements, shaking. She was about to cum powerfully. It was time to fuck her until she climaxed. I went back to fucking her in and out, and she released a long, loud moan of pleasure, “Mmmike…”
I felt her pussy contracting on my cock followed by a series of rapid contractions as her crotch jumped, and she continued to gargle incoherent syllables. I kept penetrating, and she was wild under me. Then she lifted her pelvis off the couch and emitted another sustained groan. There were another series of contractions, and I was sure she finally calmed down. It was the first time in her life she probably experienced a double orgasm.
I peeked back and saw Lily moving on Steven’s penis in circular motions. She was an expert, and if she continued like this a little longer, Steven would fill her with cum. But she stopped and said, “Honey, let’s change positions.”
On her knees, she leaned against the back of the couch while Steven came from behind and inserted his long dick into her. My dear wife reached back, and with one hand, she grabbed his butt and pressed it against her, and with the other, she held her clit. Lily moved her pelvis up and down with his long dick deep inside her. Steven groaned loudly, “Ouch!”
I dropped Sandra to her knees with her face to the couch and penetrated her from behind. Sandra surprised me; she moved her pelvis in circular motions and turned her head to me. On her lips rested that mischievous smile I loved so much. I held her, letting her have fun with my dick which did not last long. Her movements were still rotational, but they became faster.
The lady was a dynamo. She lifted her body off the couch and twisted it around my cock. Her movements became more frantic, and she found it challenging to maintain a circular motion and instead forcefully pushed her pelvis towards me. I slapped her ass cheeks and laid her on the carpet while I held her hard breasts from behind. I tried to fuck her again with long, slow movements, but she already figured out what was happening and twisted her crotch on my cock. I felt my orgasm quickly build up inside, and I would have cum in a matter of minutes, but there was a scream from the other side of the room, “No! Don’t you dare!”
Lily pushed Steven behind her, turned around quickly and exhaled cold air on his erect rod. I guess he was about to cum; there is nothing like cold air on the penis to stop orgasm, and not in a particularly delightful way. She’s done it to me more than once. It’s a Scandinavian technique, apparently.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Steven moaned as his cock began to lose momentum. Lily kept cooling his member until it softened.
She pushed him onto the couch, lay with her back to him, pointed his penis at her hole and told him: “Now fuck me hard and fast, and woe to you if you cum!”
I choked a smirk, then noticed my cock had exited Sandra’s pussy. She turned around to watch Lily and Steven, then winked and took my dick in her mouth, abusing it as she did many times in the hospital. I had trouble standing and sat on the couch. Sandra was still on her knees, sucking my cock. I saw Steven’s eager look at his wife’s bare pussy and realized what he would do. He pulled out of my wife, positioned himself behind Sandra’s back and fucked her.
“Hey,” Lily exclaimed after him. “What about me?”
He pondered, then withdrawing from his wife, he returned to fuck Lily; no parent wants to get in trouble with the principal of their children’s school! This time she didn’t take any chances and turned him with his back to us and lay across the couch. She rested one leg on the floor and the other on his shoulder and pulled him into her, rubbing her pussy with her hand. I smiled to myself. That’s what I loved about Lily; when she was horny, she was the biggest whore out there.
I dragged Sandra to the floor, sat down with my legs straight forward and skewered her off me. She got the idea. She hugged and kissed me on the lips, and I hugged and kissed her while she ground my crotch with slow movements of her pelvis. It was more love than sex. I crushed her ass and twisted her pelvis on my dick. She understood and moved as I asked. Again, I felt the orgasm building inside. Luckily, Sandra broke first. She began to gasp quickly and move faster. I slapped her butt again and lifted her off me. I put her on her knees with her belly on the couch and came behind her. I grabbed her waist and fucked her quickly.
Behind me, I heard Lily moaning in delight, “Yes, sweetheart, like that. Fuck it hard. Put your huge dick as deep as you can.”
I did the same to Sandra; I rammed my cock as deeply as possible and moved in and out. She lost focus and started moving wildly. I put a hand on her back, pressing her forcefully against the couch and fucked her hard. In an instant, she was cumming with strong jumps all over her body. I was about to cum too, when there was another cry behind us, “No, no, nooo.”
My wife forcibly pulled me out of Sandra. She lay down on the couch in front of me, sent her threatening look toward me and said, “Fuck me, I have to cum.”
Again, I penetrated a cunt full of my best friend’s sperm and fucked her with strong movements. Sandra was still lying on the couch, and Lily stroked her and apologized, “Sorry, honey, he left me with all the desire and came.” I kept fucking my wife, feeling my friend’s hot cum wrapping around my dick and dripping under me until she came. I also came, mixing my sperm with Steven’s. I continued to fuck Lily, giving her the secondary orgasm that always calmed her and then I sat exhausted on the sofa. Steven also sat exhausted, almost unconscious.
Sandra didn’t give up. She positioned herself between my legs and took my prick in her mouth. As always, she had difficulty getting it deep down her throat and settled for the head. Lily leapt from her place and stood on her knees next to Sandra. The two licked my dick and sucked it in turns as Lily’s hand caressed Sandra’s back. Then Sandra surprised me and caused me to get a full erection–she reached out and covered Lily’s breast. Lily moaned in delight and banged her pelvis on Sandra’s.
Sandra’s act also provoked Steven, who leapt from the couch and inserted his penis into his wife’s cunt in one quick thrust. Sandra’s head jumped out of me, and she gasped in surprise. Lily also jumped out of her seat and sat on my cock. I pulled her towards me and whispered in her ear, “Well? How was it with Steven?”
“So much potential wasted,” she whispered back. “I think I’ll have to teach him to fuck properly.” My whore had already planned a series of encounters with Steven.
“You know, it’s weird,” I whispered to her. “When we were at university, he fucked all the girls. They were crazy about his dick.”
“I think that’s the problem,” Lily performed a quick psychological analysis, “he’s counting on his big dick and hasn’t learned to invest in the action itself.”
“Yes, principal,” I said, “so I guess you’ll give him private lessons.”
“Which means you’ll be able to fuck Sandra many more times. Do I hear dissatisfaction?”
“Hell no! I also have to build a working plan for the domestication of this wild leopard.” I grinned.
“Well,” summarized Lily, “It seems like tonight we set a new format for our regular meetings with the Fosters.”
THE END