And Action

And; Action!based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew;Welcome To Connected Podcast

By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

My wife and I have been friends with Janet and Steve for quite some time, we have toyed with the idea of bringing them into our sexcapades but we always  got    nervous and changed our minds.  I never dreamed of what was to happen one weekend,  My wife ‘s best friend Janet took my wife Jess aside and confided that she wants to get more wild for Steve sexually, so she decided that she wanted us to get involved.  Jess told them that we have wanted to introduce them into our sex lives, but we were nervous that things would ruin our friendship. 

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Janet and Jess decided to sit down and make a plan to get things out of control on an upcoming weekend.  The girls thought it would be a good way to break the ice if we started to video tape and then just progress into more risqué situations.  Jess agreed that we would video them and direct a sex video for them to keep, that was the plan, but things really progressed from there and before we knew it everyone was naked, recorded, and spent!  Jess told me the plan, and I don’t think Steve knew anything about the girls ideas or how far they were willing to go.  The first idea was to get them over to our house for the evening and see where things went. 

Our dinner party started off innocently enough, wine for the ladies, beer for Steve and myself, the food the women prepared was delicious, and I joked, what’s for dessert.  I got a glare from Janet which clued me in on the plan was getting ready to begin.  She told me to grab the camera and let’s make some memories.  I set the tripod and started rolling, Jess turned on the music and the two girls started dancing as Steve watched from the couch.  The dancing became more and more suggestive and the girls were getting closer and closer, stroking each other as they moved.  I know my heart was beginning to pound in my chest as I knew where things were going, I glanced at Steve the “get in there” nod and he moved over to the girls and started grinding against them.  Steve mainly paid attention to his wife and didn’t touch Jess I guess he didn’t want to overstep or cause weirdness between us.

  Janet did not mind at all, she reveled in the attention and Jess came over to talk with me.  “Mission Begun” she grinned and kissed me deep and hard.  She went to sit on the chair next to me.  Jess must have thought things were moving too slow, she motioned for Janet to bring things in the center of the living room floor and Steve moved the coffee table out of the way, I adjusted to get them both in the frame and they continued dancing.  Janet slid her skirt down as she moved her body to the beat of the music. 

 Steve looked at her, looked at us and back at her as she began to unbutton her shirt and drop that next to her skirt on the floor in our living room.  Janet reached for Steve’s shirt and made sure he knew it was coming off in a hurry as she ripped it open, buttons flying around the room as the material gave into her desires.  Janet grabbed for Steve’s chest and dropped down to her knees and slid her hand down his exposed chest and stomach.  

 She sank down to the ground and pulled Steve by his belt down on top of her, Jess said, “Well it is about time we got this going”  I think all of a sudden Steve realized what the camera was for and understood the plan, he looked up at the camera and smiled as he grabbed his wife by the hair and drew her in for a really passionate kiss.  Steve stood up and unbuckled his belt, I focused the camera on Janet, she rolled over onto her stomach, grinned to the camera this wickedly seductive smile and blew a kiss. 

 Steve grabbed her by the hair and pulled until her neck was within reach of his lips.  Jess piped in and said, that’s it Steve now pull her clothes off, reveal her to us.  He looked at me, and unclasped her bra, she was smiling as it fell from her arms and exposed her pert breasts to me and my wife.  Jess directed, “okay now roll over, “Honey zoom in on those babies and get a better shot.”

 I removed the camera from the tri-pod, dropped to my knees and zoomed in from her head, down her chest, down to her stomach, her panties the only stitch of clothing on her body.  “Steve, remove her panties slowly for the camera, I want to see the glisten of the sweat in the camera.”

 He must have really been into it, Steve bent over and grabbed a hold of the delicate cloth and eased them down by his teeth.  Janet gasped as she felt his breath down below her waist.  He revealed that she had shaven herself bald down below and he body glistened down below due to her excitement and her sweet sweat.  “Okay Steve, now it is your turn, let’s see that big boy Janet has told me about.”

 Janet smiled, grabbed a hold of his pants and slid them down to his thighs, she grabbed the waistband of his underpants and stroked her hand down over his erection, slowly revealing it to the camera for the first time.  She planted a kiss down his stomach and slipped his erection inside of her mouth.  “Janet, not yet girl, we want to see your beautiful body being feasted on.”

Jess commanded, “Steve get down and pleasure your wife, lick her and touch her everywhere.”

 She laid down and Steve slid his hounds down her entire body, he cupped her breasts and pinched the nipple as he slowly slid his hands down his wife’s body.  I got every inch of his hands roaming, his hands leisurely strolled from nipple to nipple, pinching and pulling until he heard her gasp in excitement.  His hands moved down lower and dipped into her bellybutton and stroked the inside of her little belly cave, teasing her as his hands slowly explored her entire body for the camera.  I got as close to the action as I could as his hands quickly moved down to her knees, she looked at me and gasped her approval as Steve moved her knees apart and spread her legs. 

There she was for all to see on the camera, she shimmered from down below, he stroked her inner thighs as his hands slowly drifted towards her sweet nectar.  “Okay Steve, put your finger inside of her, let us see how excited she really is.”

 He did as he was told and slid his finger inside of her, moving it in and out before he lifted it up to show the camera.”

 That is where things went in a different direction,  one that no one else expected, Jess jumped over and stuck his finger in her mouth, tasting her best friend.  I don’t think Janet expected it either as she heard her best friend, moan that she was tasty.  Steve was a bit surprised, but looked to me for approval before grabbing my wife and kissing her, tasting his wife’s juices from My wife’s lips.  I didn’t know where to zoom the camera, his wife, spread wide open in front of me, my friend making out with my wife, or Janet’s face for her reaction to what was happening between her husband and my wife.  Janet, grabbed my wife’s hand and said, “why don’t you both enjoy me, there is enough for the both of you.”

 Jess didn’t have to be asked twice as she broke free from her and Steve’s kiss and slid down and licked Janet’s nipples.  “Ah,” Janet enjoyed my wife’s tongue and lips as Steve slid down and planted kisses between her legs.  Jess, still the director, told Steve “stop playing and just eat already.”

she grabbed him by the hair and pulled him so his mouth was straight into her best friends crotch.  She held her hand there as she licked and bit the nipples and Steve dove into his wife, licking and sucking every inch of her sexual core.   Janet grabbed for anything she could fine to brace herself for his oral attack, first it was the nearby chair that Jess was sitting in then it was my leg, she was moaning, panting and breathing heavier and heavier as her husband continued his assault on her.  Jess stopped biting long enough to move to Janet’s lips and planted some very passionate kisses on her best friend.  “Janet, can you taste yourself on my lips?” she whispered loud enough for the camera could hear.  Janet sighed, “not really, maybe you should get a better taste then come back so I can taste.”

  Steve looked up, his lips and tongue glistening from his wife’s excitement nectar.  He kissed Jess and switched places with her, with his erection bouncing as he moved over to the side of his wife, my wife moved in between her open and inviting legs.  There was no pretense about it, everybody knew what was about to happen and Jess dove in head first.  No small gentle kisses, she was Rough, she grabbed Janet’s hips and pulled them hard into her mouth.  My wife was eating her best friend and I had the video to prove it.  Janet was gasping and moaning her approval as she grabbed Steve by his throbbing member and moved him as close as she could to her mouth.  Steve stood up and dropped down, pretty much sitting on his wife’s chest and she slid his excitement into her mouth.  I had to move the camera to get a better angle, I had to move back and forth between my wife sucking and using her tongue and Janet sucking on her man’s erection. 

My heart was throbbing as I became more and more aware of the fact that My wife was sliding her tongue inside of this woman that I have had in my house so many times.  I could hear the muffled pants and moans coming from Janet as my wife was getting her closer and closer to orgasm.  Janet has had her husband and her best friends oral attention down below and she was about to crash over her orgasmic approval. 

Her husband was sliding himself deeper and deeper down inside of his wife’s mouth as she started to quiver.  We knew that she had just exploded as my wife looked at the camera and smiled the most excited seductive smile I have ever seen Jess give.  Her lips were glistening with Janet’s orgasmic juices she moved over to Janet’s mouth and Janet dropped her husband’s erection and gave my wife a deep passionate kiss, the two were really into it, their hands grabbed each other’s hair and really tongued each other for a while. 

 Steve stayed close by, when the girls broke their kiss, Janet, moved my wife’s mouth to her husband’s cock and pushed Jess’s head forward.  I must have zoomed in real close because I could see my wife’s lips slid over ever centimeter of his erection.  Janet sighed her approval as she moved Jess by her hair back and forth over her husband.  Slow, fast, she alternated her speed as Janet was now directing the video for me.  She pulled Jess off of her husband and pulled her into another passionate kiss between the two  girls.  Steve looked at me and winked as the two girls began making out again.  He moved down and positioned himself in between his wife’s still spread open legs, he told me, “Get a good view of me entering my wife, she’ll love to watch it as I slide into her.”

 I obeyed my command and moved to within an inch of him as he slowly pushed inside of her.  My god, it seemed to last forever as he entered her, she moaned into my wife’s mouth as he plunged as deep as he could inside of her.  My wife stood up, exposed herself stitch by stitch to the camera until she stood in front of me and the camera completely naked.  She motioned for the camera to be brought up to Janet’s head, “lower baby,” as she moved herself to straddle her best friends lips, I zoomed in as Janet’s tongue came out and greeted my wife’s sacred honey pot.  My wife threw her head back as she felt her best friends tongue.  Steve continued plunging into his wife and he reached forward and grabbed my wife’s breasts. 

He pinched the nipples so hard that I thought he would leave a bruise, but Jess screamed out and said “harder Steve, do her harder!”  He plunged deeper into Janet, squeezed Jess’s breasts and I am getting everything on camera.  My wife saw that I was excited, and grabbed for my crotch.  I continued running the camera as my wife started to reveal my excited cock to our friends, she grabbed a hold of me, wrapped her hands around it and pulled me towards her open mouth.  I stopped her, placed the camera facing us on the tripod dropping my clothes off on the way back to the scene on the floor.  I moved back in front of my wife who grabbed and pulled me into her mouth again.  Janet was licking and sliding her tongue in and out of my wife, her husband thrusting deeper and deeper inside of her and she watched my wife slide my erection back and forth in her mouth.  It was exciting to Watch her watch me slide into my wife’s mouth as I watched her lick my wife back and forth and slide her tongue deep inside of my wife. 

 I could hear  Steve start grunting as he plunged deep inside of Janet, she moaned into my wife and started to shiver and shake again, my wife groaned as she held my erection inside of her mouth.   The excitement of everything was started to come to a boil for my wife, I could see her face tighten up as she does when she gets close to coming.  She moaned which vibrated around my rock hard erection, tingling in places not normally felt.  Steve grunted as he finished inside of his wife and he grabbed my wife’s head pushing her further into my crotch and my erection deeper in her throat.  He stood up, grabbed the camcorder and directed his wife to grab my hard on and stroke me, he told Jess “get down in a 59 with Janet.”

 My wife didn’t need any more convincing, she got right to it and went at Janet’s privates again.  He motioned me to take her from behind as he moved the camera to watch me enter my wife from behind.  I slid inside of her, she was soaked with excitement as I felt Janet slid her tongue down my shaft as I slid inside.  I moved my hips back and forth, little by little, slowly penetrating my wife until I couldn’t push anymore.  I could feel Janet sucking on her clit as her tongue slid back and forth over her love button.  Jess was moaning into her crotch as she took a breath and then went right back to licking her friend up and down, back and forth, tasting every drop of the woman who was sucking on her love button as I plunged back in forth into my wife.  I felt Janet shift as I suddenly felt her tongue licking my shaft up and down as I entered my wife.  I heard her say “Umm, baby you taste so good.”

 I slipped out of my wife and into Janet’s awaiting mouth, She gobbled up my wife’s juices off of me and I slid back into Jess.  “This is so hot” Steve said as he watched from above, trying to get the best camera angle.  My wife screamed, it must have been too much for her, between my thrusting and her friend’s tongue, I knew she wouldn’t last much longer.  I reached down pulled her hair and grabbed her nipples and squeezed, something that I know she loves.  She cried out in orgasmic bliss as she collapsed into her friends open legs. 

 I grunted and thrusted over and over again into her, but with her friends tongue sliding up and down my length, I knew I was coming to an end quickly.  I shuddered and came deep inside of my wife, collapsing on top of her and Janet together.  “And Cut!” Steve said, we all laughed, laid around for a while caressing each other and then we all sat naked watching our experience back on the big screen.  We have relived that experience over and over again.  We made a copy for both couples and we always smile as we remember our directorial debut!

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Sensational Massage

A new masseuse releases tension in all the tight spaces.

By Nyissa. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

She sat nervously in the waiting room of the new masseuse in town. Sarah had her own massage lady, but she had to unexpectedly cancel their standing weekly appointment. Normally Sarah would wait till the following week, but these last few days back at work had been increasingly stressful and her body ached with the tension. Sarah decided to give this new spa a desperate try, before her condition got any worse.

An Unexpected Match: Part 2

Taking It To The Bedroom

By Dansilver. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Martin swallowed hard and gazed at Lori as she flashed a wicked grin at him.

He wondered how he had got here. What had led him from fostering a fantasy which he had no inclination was ever going to come to fruition, to the pleasure filled evening which had, in Lori's estimation, only just begun.

Part of him could not wait to take things further. To plumb the hidden depths of Lori's sexuality. He was already intoxicated by her wantonness, by the dirty side to this pristine well ordered woman who he had enjoyed getting to know at their tennis classes over the weeks.

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But bubbling underneath this desire to explore further was a persistent insecurity. Martin's sexual experience and repertoire were extremely limited. Previous to her passing he had been faithful to his wife Jenny for the entirety of their 26 years of marriage. However, despite the usual torrid beginning to a relationship, their lovemaking had eventually become predictable and comfortable. He already knew that Lori was so much more adventurous and he was concerned about his perceived limitations, especially now he had already come.

Lori was sitting, half naked on the couch in front of him, her petite breasts exposed to his gaze, her nipples standing erect. In the last 15 minutes he had felt a raw passion awaken that he had never experienced with his wife. A door which had remained shut for years was now open, and Lori was inviting him to walk further through it. Yet Martin was hesitant. Hesitant because of his lack of experience - would it be obvious to Lori? Would she judge him negatively for it?

And hesitant because he honestly didn't know whether he the sexual stamina that he had in his youth. He was over 50 now and even though he sometimes would masturbate at night to bring sleep to him, he didn't know whether he could get hard again any time soon. His orgasm, which had overwhelmed him whilst his cock was in Lori's warm mouth, had been powerful but now, even though his heart was still beating fast, his cock drooped against his leg, a string of his come still seeping out and pooling on his thigh.

"So, what do you think old man? Got any more where that came from?" Lori said, her eyes glancing down at the puddle of semen on his leg.

"Sure.." Martin stuttered. "But it might take me a while to recover..."

His face flushed red and a mixture of excitement and embarrassment flowed through him.

Lori giggled. "Don't worry - it will be 'new balls' in no time at all."

Martin chuckled at the joke which had put him more at ease.

"Shall we go to the bedroom? There's more space than on this couch which will give us a few more options." Lori grinned.

"Sure. Let's do it." Martin said, committing himself in faith that his ageing body wouldn't let him down. The alternative was to make a lame excuse to leave - something he knew he would end up regretting for a very long time.

Lori stood up, took him by the hand and led him upstairs and through an oak doorway into her room. As Martin glanced around he noticed that it followed the same neat, ordered and clean style that the rest of Lori's house had. In the centre of the room was a large, king sized bed decked in pure white linen sheets. Thirty minutes ago Martin would have surmised that it perfectly reflected Lori's personality - but he now knew that underneath the demure, controlled exterior was a wild, passionate and raw spirit which was only too eager to emerge.

Lori sat on the bed, her tennis skirt and panties still in place, but otherwise naked. Martin sat alongside, facing her, fully unclothed and feeling somewhat exposed and vulnerable during this interlude.

"Ok, I have an idea." Lori smiled. "You said you wished you had been a fly on the wall when I was playing with myself. And right now I'm feeling incredibly horny, I have to tell you. So....why don't you pretend you're that fly and see how long it takes you to come buzzing over here and join me?

Martin gulped. Did she mean what he thought she meant? Even the slightest inkling of what Lori was suggesting sent a pulse of life through his previously dormant cock. It didn't take long before the confirmation came.

Lori reached over and opened the oak drawer of her bedside cabinet, pulling out a sleek plum coloured vibrator which was slightly curved with a silver band around the middle. She threw herself back on the bed, her head resting against a white linen pillow and drew her knees up and apart, displaying her white tennis panties which were now visibly stained with her juices from their earlier passion. A new darker patch had begun to form due to her current excited state.

Lori pressed the white button underneath the silver band and a low buzzing sound began to be heard from her toy. She pressed the vibrating wand against her pussy and immediately let out a gasp of pleasure as Martin stared in awe at the scene before him.

Lori's eyes, full of fire, were fixed on Martin's face as he gazed, transfixed at this vision of seeming innocence and wantonness combined. In over a quarter of a century he had never seen his wife like this, yet he was fulfilling his fantasy with Lori in less than an hour in her home.

He felt his cock begin to stir back to life.

The sensations emanating from Lori's pussy and spreading throughout her body were already clearly getting the better of her. Her mouth was now opened wide and groans were sounding from the back of her throat as the vibrator did its work. Lori's eyes however, remained firmly fixed on Martin, his own mouth open in awe of the sight before him. Every so often they would move from Martin's eyes and drop down to his groin where his cock was now extending and stiffening by the second. This sight clearly was contributing to her growing excitement.

Suddenly, and without warning Lori yanked back the thin material of her panties, revealing her swollen and glistening crimson pussy lips. As she did so she plunged the purple wand into her soft folds of flesh, her lips parting and enveloping the toy which Martin also noticed had increased in its frequency and intensity. He also noticed Lori's slick wetness begin to drip down the vibrator as she urgently thrust it deep into her flesh cunt.

The sight of all of this was overwhelming for Martin. He felt his heart beating hard in his chest but more than that his attention was drawn to his now fully swollen cock. It had been resurrected and now stood to attention against his stomach like a soldier ready for duty.

He was torn. Part of him wanted to continue to watch this incredibly sexual woman bring herself to a climax with her device. But the urge to join her and feel his own flesh merge with hers was even greater. He moved his body the short distance across to her and grabbed the waistband of her tennis skirt, pulling it over her legs as she cooperatively raised her ass to allow it to come down. The built in panties came off with it, leaving Lori laying naked on her bed, her legs parted and the vibrator still pulsating inside her.

Martin grabbed Lori's right hand gently moving the toy out of her pussy lips, noticing the slick squelch of liquid pleasure and suction as she did so. But he wasn't intending to leave her unattended for long. His hands reached round and grabbed Lori's firm ass cheeks pulling them up towards him as his face sunk deep into her groin. The scent of her sex was immediately intoxicating to him, the musky odour overpowering and stimulating him at the same time. He felt like he was in heaven.

Martin's mouth moved toward the soft flesh of Lori's pussy. His tongue tasted her delicious juices which were flowing out of her incredibly liberally, at least as far as Martin's limited experience had taught him. He lapped the sweet liquid up and then his tongue moved up to the hard button at the top of Lori's lips which he knew was the wellspring of her pleasure.

As his tongue began to flick over her clit Martin heard Lori groan loudly and then exclaim 'Oh, fuck! Oh fuck! That's so good.' He felt her hips press into his face as she urgently desired her pleasure to increase. Martin increased the pace of his tongue flicking over her clit, alternating it every so often with a gentle sucking on her protruding nub.

Lori had already been well on the way to her orgasm and the attention being given to her body by Martin was now beginning to tip her over the edge. Her cries were increasingly without any abandon and Martin was certain could surely be heard from outside through her slightly open bedroom windows.

Lori didn't care. She screamed, moaned and writhed with pleasure.

"Oh yes. Oh fuck. That's it. Lick my clit. Drink my cunt juice. Make me come Martin. Make me come."

Martin's whole body was shaking with excitement as his tongue raced across Lori's clit faster than he ever thought it could. His cock was pressing against the bed as he lay on it and he found that he was thrusting his groin into the mattress as he ate Lori out so that bolts of pleasure would shoot through his own body.

"Yes, oh yes" Lori gasped. "I'm coming. I'm coming."

Martin felt her body tense and stiffen for a second, and then as the tsunami of pleasure overtook her he felt her thighs clasp momentarily around his head. For a second he couldn't breathe, but at that moment he really didn't care.

Then as her flesh released its hold on him he was shocked to feel a warm jet of liquid spurt into his mouth. Instinctively he pulled away and a second later felt another burst splash against his face and eyes. And then a third which spattered on his cheek and began to drip down to his chin.

"Oh fuck me! Fuck! Shit! Shit." Lori cried as her spasms of pleasure began to subside.

Martin grunted and laughed at the same time, pulling his face away from the liquid which was now spattered in a rainbow arc, soaking the part of the bed on which Lori was laying. He looked up into her eyes which conveyed a mixture of raw passion, shock and a hint of embarrassment.

"Oh fuck Martin. I'm so sorry. I don't usually do that. I would have warned you. Are you ok?"

Martin looked at her and grinned. "Oh I'm more than OK Lori. That was so hot - you will never know!"

He moved toward her and kissed her, his face still covered in her sticky juices. Her mouth parted and they kissed passionately, their tongues entwined, each tasting the sweet liquid which had just flowed from Lori's cunt.

Martin's senses were stimulated to overload as endorphins coursed through his body. His anxiety and any lingering shyness had dissipated and had been replaced by an overwhelming urge to fuck this wanton creature who lay in an increasingly disheveled state before him.

Lori observed the transformation in his demeanour and the lust in his eyes and instinctively reached for him.

"Are you going to fuck me now Martin? Are you finally going to stick your hard cock in me and fuck me until I come again?" she urged.

"Yes, I fucking well am," growled Martin, surprised by his new found confident aggression.

"Well come on then. I need you in me now. I need your cock filling my cunt. I need you deep inside me pounding me until you come into me."

Martin needed no more encouragement. Taking Lori's shapely legs with his hands he lifted them up off the bed and threw them across his sinewy shoulders. Lori's body moved toward him and her pussy lips spread and glistened invitingly as Martin's cock drew towards it.

A second later his cock was at her warm entrance but this was no time for teasing or hesitation. With a guttural moan Martin pushed his cock deep into the warm folds of flesh, revelling in the exquisite sensation engulfing it as he slid deeper and deeper into Lori's pussy.

Lori groaned loudly as she felt Martin's thick cock pierce her and drive down deep into her willing body. As the tip of Martin's cock pressed against her cervix Lori felt as full as she had ever experienced. The angle of her legs and pussy meant that Martin's long hard member was going as deep as it could.

Then in an instant she felt it withdraw and then plunge down once again as Martin's wild abandon took hold.

Martin was like a man possessed. His only thought was to consume Lori with his rapture. His arms tensed against the bed, supporting his weight. His face loomed over Lori's and he looked into her startled yet lustful eyes and wide open mouth as he thrust again and again into her warm wet body. Despite the fact that he had already come less than an hour ago he was already sensing his orgasm building in his tight balls as they slapped rhythmically against Lori's firm ass.

"Oooh yes, that's right", Lori squealed. "Fuck me deep. Split me in two with your hard cock. It feels so fucking good Martin. So fucking good. I want you to make me come again. I want to you to feel me come around your hard...fucking...cock"

Lori's dirty talk was exciting Martin even more and he felt tingling sensation in his balls quickly spreading up from the base of his shaft with each thrust he made. He knew that at this pace he wouldn't last long. Part of him wanted to give in to this abandon and shoot his come right into her, but another part was still able to persuade him to prolong the impending ecstasy. He knew he wanted more of Lori's ass. That ass that had so transfixed him on the tennis court.

Martin drew his cock back one more time from Lori's pussy but this time he withdrew it completely. Lori gasped, partly in disappointment at the sudden emptiness she felt, but partly in pleasure as the tip of Martin's cock flicked up against her swollen clit as it pulled out of her.

"Get on your knees," Martin urged. "I want to fuck you like a dog."

Martin couldn't quite believe these words were coming from his mouth. He had never spoken like this before in his life. Who was this wanton woman before him who had the power to transform and transport him to such baseness. But then he didn't really care. He was revelling in it. And he could see Lori was completely taken over by it too. Their animalistic urges had taken over and in that context his command was completely appropriate. And they both knew it.

"Oooh - taking control now are we?" Lori gasped. "Well Ok - whatever you want. I'm all yours."

Lori pulled her body up and swung around so that she was on her knees with her hands stretched out toward the head of the bed. Her round ass loomed toward Martin and as her ass cheeks parted slightly he got his first glimpse of her dark anus nestling between them. For a moment Martin had a strong urge to part her cheeks further and penetrate Lori's secret place - the intensity of the desire shocked him as he had never even considered it before with Jenny.

But, realizing that Lori would not be expecting such an intrusion and desperate to continue his journey toward his orgasm, he instead guided his cock back into Lori's warm and increasingly wet pussy.

Lori groaned as he once again pressed deep into her - her juices flowing freely as Martin's cock passed through her.

As Martin began to once again thrust ever more quickly into her he reached his right hand around her slim waist and moved it down until he felt her hard clit dripping with excitement.

The air was now filled with noises of their increasingly uncontrolled passion. The slapping of Martin's body and balls against Lori's ass. The squelching of her juices as his fingers rubbed her hard clit. The high pitched squeals emitting from Lori's mouth as she felt her orgasm suddenly begin to build in her at Martin's ministrations. The rhythmical grunts from Martin as his own orgasm quickly approached once more.

"Oh fuck Martin. That's so good. I'm going to come again. You're going to make me come again," Lori gasped

"I'm going to come too," Martin responded. "I can feel it. I'm going to come deep into you".

"Yes. Come in my cunt. Shoot your fucking load right into my wet cunt Martin. I want to feel it"

That was it. Lori's foul mouthed exhortations tipped Martin over the edge. He knew he was at the point of no return. These last thrusts were going to be the deepest yet - he felt he wanted to split her frail body in two.

"Yes. Yes. I'm going to fucking come in your cunt Lori. I'm coming. Oh...I'm coming. Fuuuck"

Martin's body began to convulse as he felt the first and most powerful wave begin to wrack his body and he could no longer speak - only emit deep grunts from the back of his throat. Each thrust sent a new rainbow of sensations through his body, radiating out from his cock as he shot his come deep into Lori's cunt. Three, four, five, six times...

And as the strength of each ejaculation began to subside he became more aware of Lori's ascent to her own pleasure and her own verbal ejaculations.

"Oh my fucking life. Keep rubbing my clit Martin. I'm going to come too. Fuck me Martin. I'm coming. I'm coming with you."

Martin felt Lori's pussy suddenly contract around his cock. And then again. And again. Her ass pressed urgently against him as each spasm shook her body. And with each one a high pitched squeal came from her open mouth.

Martin's own orgasm had subsided now but it seemed like Lori's was continuing on as strong as ever. Her ass kept on thrusting back toward him for what seemed like 15 or 20 seconds as her pleasure continued.

Finally Lori slumped forward onto the bed, her arms splayed out. Martin felt his cock slowly slipping out of her with the movement, her slick juices combined with his come and the slow softening of his cock resulted in it slithering out, tracking down her left thigh leaving a glistening trail down her leg.

Martin moved over and lay down beside Lori, both of them exhausted by their exertions, their breathing still deep and pronounced. Martin gazed into Lori's sparkling and satiated eyes, he himself feeling a satisfaction that he couldn't quite remember experiencing in such a way before. It wasn't the same comfortable ease and security he had felt after making love with Jenny. Instead he felt his heart pounding loudly in the aftermath of the new, unrefined sexual side of him that had emerged.

Lori grinned at him as he stared at her.

"Well mister. I don't know what I was expecting would happen today but I certainly wasn't expecting that from you! You are full of surprises"

"So are you," retorted Martin. "I always thought of you as very ordered, proper and controlled. But a different side of you came out today."

"Mmm," Lori beamed. "I'm full of surprises! But now I'm wondering what else is in you that's going to 'come out.' I can't wait to find out."

"Neither can I," mused Martin, his mind flitting back to the image of Lori's anus which had been so tantalizing to him. Would he dare to mention it to Lori? Could it ever happen? After this evening he was prepared to believe that anything was possible.

As though she was reading his mind Lori reflected, "You do seem to like my ass. You were keen to get me on my knees weren't you".

"Haha," Martin chuckled, "I liked it more than you know,"

Lori's eyebrows raised. "Oh really? Well...that's got me wondering hasn't it?

And it's got me thinking...I can't wait until our next match."

Later, as Martin drove home from Lori's house, his mind was doing somersaults as he tried to process what had just happened. He had witnessed the transformation of the pristinely presented, confident and controlled tennis player into a foul mouthed, filthy minded whore. And he had loved every minute of it. Lascivious scenes flashed back into his consciousness, almost causing him to lose control of his vehicle as he drove back home.

During the following days those flashbacks continued to pop up both at inopportune and opportune moments causing his cock to stir and swell at the recollection. They provided more masturbation fodder than any amount of erotica or porn had ever afforded Martin in the years since his wife's passing. It was as though he had been rejuvenated sexually.

He found himself reliving scenarios he had found himself in during his early 20's when he would seek out any opportunity to orgasm whether that meant finding a private space or even risking being caught in semi-public.

During the next few days Martin was tempted to drive around to Lori's house and knock on the door but he didn't dare. Was the encounter a one off for Lori? He knew little about her. Would another man have already been in her bed by now?

Martin chastised himself for thinking such things about her. Yet things had progressed so quickly that Thursday and she had taken control with such ease that he was reevaluating everything he had imagined Lori to be like.

If he were younger he would have been communicating with her via social media but Martin had driven away from Lori's house without even exchanging phone numbers. Partly that was down to his age but mainly it was due to the state he had been in when he left.

Yet day by day the next Cardio Tennis class was approaching. Would Lori be there? What would she say? And more urgently in his mind - would he be able to keep his cock under control for the hour?

Soon enough the day arrived. Martin entered the court and began to warm up with some of the other players, hitting the balls back and forth to each other. Lori was nowhere to be seen. A pang of disappointment surged through him as the minutes ticked by. It hadn't even crossed his mind that she wouldn't show up to the class. And then, ten minutes after the lesson began she arrived, pristine and demure as ever.

"Sorry I'm late. Something came up" she cried in a cheery voice as she joined the line of players taking part in the first drill.

Martin felt relief coursing through him and then a measure of excitement as the sight of her brought back the remembrance of his previous time with her.

How could someone so prim and proper, as Lori once again appeared on court, be so utterly filthy at other times?

The hour passed by quickly with one drill following another, interspersed with some doubles and singles points as usual. There was nothing unusual about the session at all apart from Martin's battle to keep his eyes off Lori's ass and his cock under control was much more intense. But to his credit he managed it.

At the end of the hour everyone made their way to the foyer to change out of their tennis shoes and leave the facility. However, before he had a chance to remove his he heard Lori's voice behind him.

"Martin, could I just have a quick word with you before you leave?"

"Erm...sure" he uttered, feeling his face grow warm as blood surged to it. It wasn't the only thing blood was surging to either.

Lori headed down the narrow corridor which ran between the entrance foyer and the bar area. Martin supposed she wanted to chat there on the couch or chairs which were scattered there. But to his surprise she pushed open the door of the disabled washroom as she passed it on the right.

He was stopped in his tracks, his mouth slightly open. Lori turned her head back toward him and grinned.

"Well come on in, or do you want me to mail you an invitation?"

Martin needed no such thing. As he followed her through into the space she quickly flipped the lock behind him, pulled him toward her and kissed him passionately on the mouth. Martin's senses were flooded with the taste of her, her scent filling his nostrils and her soft flesh pressing against his body.

"Fucking hell Martin," she gasped. "Do you know how wet I've been during this last hour thinking about what I want to do to you?"

Lori grabbed his hand and moved it under her short tennis skirt. His fingers instinctively closed around her mound as he felt her sopping panties. She gasped as he did so.

"Oh...you are...so wet" Martin exclaimed. Then, somewhat overwhelmed by the situation, uttered,

"I didn't think you were coming."

"Oh, I was coming" Lori beamed.

"I was so fucking horny at the thought of seeing you today that I had to sort myself out...if you know what I mean. So I was coming - hard. That's why I was late to the class!"

Martin's cock was now fully erect and straining at his shorts. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. Lori's eyes were drawn to it and before he knew it she had pulled them down to his ankles and dropped to her knees. Freed of all constraints his dick sprang upwards, and was drawn across her face from her chin up to the top of her flushed cheek, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake.

Lori giggled, and then traced her finger across the glistening emission, before seductively putting it into her mouth and sucking hungrily.

"Oh, you are so damn tasty," she growled. "I want more!"

Before he knew what was happening she grabbed his cock and her hand guided it toward her parted lips. Martin eagerly anticipated the warmth of her mouth engulfing him, but instead felt the shivering sensation of her tongue slowly drawing itself from the base of the underside of his member to the tip.

'Uggh' uttered Martin as the sensation caused by Lori's attention coursed through his body.

And he shuddered a second time, and a third as Lori's tongue drew itself up his throbbing shaft. Only then did she engulf the entire head of his dick with her mouth and began to bob up and down as she sucked him, her tongue continuing to rake across the underside of his cock.

Martin's gasps came hard and fast, his head in a whirl. Then briefly Lori withdrew her mouth from his cock, spat a globule of saliva onto her right hand before getting right back to work on the bulbous head of his cock. At the same time her hand moved to the base of his shaft lubricating it with the cocktail of her saliva and his pre-cum. She began moving it up and down his hard member, at the same time twisting her wrist so that she was rotating back and forth as well as moving up and down his shaft. Her tongue and mouth hungrily devouring its swollen head.

Martin was in heaven. His hands instinctively grabbed Lori's long dark hair before him, squeezing and beginning to pull as his body continued to pulse with excitement.

"Oh yes," Lori commanded. "Pull my hair. Pull it hard."

Part of Martin was shocked at her command, and shocked that he had begun to do it. But the animalistic part of him was gaining the upper hand and he responded accordingly.

Soon he realized that his guttural groans were beginning to be matched by similar ones from Lori as she continued her attention to his cock.

Looking down past her bobbing head and her right hand pumping his dick he saw to his delight that Lori's left hand had found its way into her panties and had pushed past the thin sodden material. Her fingers were now frantically strumming her clit and he realized he could hear the sound of her evident juices as she massaged them into her swollen cunt.

Martin's senses were getting to the point of being completely overwhelmed. And he soon began to feel the inevitable sensation building from the base of his cock which told him that it would only be a matter of seconds before he would be shooting his hot seed down Lori's throat. The thought of doing that only served to bring him even closer to the point of no return. He longed to come with her sweet mouth around him. But despite the fact that they were in the bathroom of a public building Martin didn't want things to end quite so quickly.

"Stop....not yet" he managed to utter as he reluctantly withdrew his cock from Lori's mouth.

Lori looked up at him, continuing to frig herself with her fingers.

"Well what do you want to do instead?" she demanded.

Martin's mind went blank for a second. And then suddenly he knew. His eyes met Lori's hungry eyes, and he knew that she knew too.

"I want to fuck you in the ass" he said with surprising assertiveness.

Lori's eyes widened and her fingers began to move even faster over her clit, which he could now see was red, swollen and glistening.

"Say it again. Tell me exactly what you want to do" she groaned.

"I want to fuck you hard and come in your ass" he said loudly, before quickly realizing that anyone standing outside of the washroom door would have no doubt heard him. But by now he didn't care.

"Fuck Martin. I've been fantasizing about you doing that all week" Lori gasped, and in one motion she stood to her feet and pulled off her skirt and built in panties.

She turned, facing the mirror, leaning the top half of her body against the sink beneath it.

Martin gazed for a moment at her smooth, round, alabaster orbs which were presenting themselves to him. Inviting him. Beckoning him. And then raw passion took over.

He spat a mouthful of spit into his hands and smeared it all over the head of his cock before moving toward Lori's arched body. Sensing his approach her hands moved behind her, each one grabbing an ass cheek and parting them, revealing her dark circular target.

Martin's stiff, slick cock nestled between her mounds, pressing against her tight hole. At first it resisted, but as he began to push forward he felt it give.

A loud animalistic groan came from deep inside of Lori, which Martin read as further encouragement. And slowly he felt his cock pushing deeper into her tight asshole. Its walls were pressing against him but increasingly offered up less resistance as he pushed deeper into her until the entirety of his cock was inside of her. The top of his legs pushed against Lori's swollen ass cheeks as his balls hung between her parted legs.

"OK you fucker," Lori growled "are you going to fuck my ass then?"

Her hands moved to grab the protruding sink faucet preparing herself for what was to come.

Martin needed no further invitation. He slowly withdrew his cock until it was almost out of her, and then in one motion plunged it back in. As he did so they grunted in unison. Then again. And again. Each time faster, deeper and harder..

He felt his balls beginning to slap on the underside of Lori's ass each time he thrust forward. His hands gripped her hips as he pulled her toward him with each movement.

Lori's was grabbing the faucet with her left hand to hold her body steady and give her leverage to push back against Martin, forcing his cock even deeper into her ass. Her right hand took over frantically masturbating her clit. Each of them was inevitably moving toward an orgasm which they knew would be completely overwhelming.

"Look at me," Lori demanded. "Look at me."

Martin raised his eyes and stared into the mirror, locking in on Lori. Her own hungry eyes were wide open staring back at him as he continued to pump his body deep into her ass.

He saw her completely. Her clothed top half was over the sink, and her naked ass was being rammed by his cock. But more than anything else it was her eyes which he was fixed upon.

In her eyes he saw the rawness of her need. All of the veneer was gone. There was no more prim and proper Lori. Instead he saw her animalistic core. And he wanted to engulf her. To consume her. And he knew she wanted it too,

And suddenly he felt it again deep in his cock, but quickly building and growing. He was going to come. And this time there was no stopping him. And as Lori stared into Martin's eyes she knew it. And she knew she was going to come too.

"Come in me" she roared. "Shoot your come deep into my ass. I want to feel it inside me," her voice rasping and quavering with the growing excitement centring in on her clit, emanating from deep within her.

And then everything was frantic. Martin gripped Lori's hips like a vice as he pulled her toward him, meeting the thrusting of his own body which was sending his cock so deep within her. Faster and faster they rammed against each other as a cacophony of sounds filled the air. Groans, grunts, expletives, cunt juices, the slapping of bodies together crescendoed as they moved toward their shared climax.

And then it was upon them both like a tsunami. Martin's cock filled to its tip and suddenly exploded in a flood of pleasure. His come shot deep into the recesses of Lori's tight asshole again and again coating his cock as he plunged in with each spasm of delight. His unrestrained groans resonated with each pulse of pleasure. All the time he fixed his eyes on Lori's

What he saw would never leave his memory. As he came deep into her Lori's body began to quake. Her mouth opened wide. She gasped loudly as if trying to breathe. And then she was coming.

Wave upon wave wracked her body causing it to writhe and arch with each explosion of sensation. Her hand, which had been feverishly flying over her cunt flew out to the side to try to stabilize her body which was flailing about as she orgasmed. No words came from her mouth, only the deepest grunts and groans which came from the core of her being.

And then the tidal wave subsided. There they remained, suddenly motionless, their eyes still locked on each other in the mirror as each of them experienced little aftershocks of pleasure pulsating through their bodies.

Then slowly Martin pulled his now softening cock out of Lori's ass. It emerged with a slurpy pop as her sphincter tightened around it on its exit.

Lori stood, and turned to face him, her face flushed with heat. Then she pulled back her hair, smiled and kissed him full on the lips.

"That...was fucking amazing!" she said with a grin.

"I can't believe we just did that," Martin gasped.

"I can" Lori retorted. "I knew you had it in you. We just had to find it".

"Well I never knew that was in you. You always seemed so..."

"Proper?" Lori laughed. "Well you know what they say - never judge a book by it's cover."

"Now...we've got to get out of here."

"Do you think anyone heard?" Martin stuttered

"Probably. I think it would be hard not to. But no doubt we will never know," Lori said as she pulled on her skirt.

"You'd better get those shorts back on Mister, because I'm opening this door soon," she chuckled.

Martin quickly did as she instructed and then stood back as Lori unlocked the door of the washroom.

"Anyone there?" he asked.

"No...we are good" replied Lori as she went out of the door, quickly followed by Martin.

It was only as he glanced backward that he saw their coach Dan at the far end of the corridor near the bar. But even from that distance he was sure he could see a bulge in his tennis shorts.

By Dansilver for Literotica

Jane Gets Back In the Game: Part 2

Girl was cheated on, has sex with man after build-up at the party.

part 2, by Buckingbronco33. listen to the ► podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

Gus grabbed my hand and pulled me quickly through the crowd and out of the door. I waved to Chloe on the way out and she shot me a wink. When we hit the night air, Gus turned back to me and brought me quickly into him, grabbing my face with his free hand and kissing me deeply. He stepped forward and pressed my back against the apartment wall forcefully. He moaned slightly into my mouth and squeezed me tighter up against him, while his tongue played with mine. As he pulled away, his teeth grazed my bottom limp and I became almost too weak to stand. He pulled my arm over his shoulder, wrapped his around my waist, and headed towards my apartment.

An Unexpected Match: Part 1

A friendly tennis game leads to a different kind of ball play.

By Dansilver. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

New Year’s resolutions weren’t usually Martin’s thing.

He had enough experience to know that people’s good intentions never amounted to much more than that. But he also knew that he had to do something.

2021 had been truly awful - not just because of Covid restrictions and plans getting continually cancelled but because in November, Jenny, his wife of 26 years had finally succumbed to cancer.

At least he had been able to bury her, something which wouldn’t have even been several months previously.

But late fall and early winter seemed like one inexorable descent into an emotional void from which he feared he would never escape.

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At least Covid provided the excuse not to visit family at Christmas time. He couldn’t have faced being with people who he had enjoyed with Jenny alongside him.

Instead he sat alone in his emptiness over Christmas. But by New Year he knew he had to make some changes to try to escape the introspection and despondency which were quickly becoming too comforting a companion.

Tennis was always something which Martin had enjoyed as a teenager. Nothing too competitive - just hitting a ball with friends in the park. So, on New Year’s Day, when he saw that his local tennis center was running Cardio Tennis classes, he decided to sign up.

Almost immediately, he regretted it and almost cancelled the booking. He felt nervous about venturing into a new social setting. But he knew the booking was non-refundable and, not being one to waste money, he instead tried to put it out of his mind until the date of the Monday evening class.

When it came to it, he was glad he hadn’t backed out.

The evening was much more fun than he had imagined it would be. Dan, the tennis professional running the course, was good humoured and put everyone at ease, no matter what their skill level was. And the other seven people doing the course seemed ok too.

The hour-long class consisted of a combination of tennis drills and cardio workouts, culminating in 20 minutes of playing King of the Court against each other with the ‘punishment’ of star jumps or burpees for those losing the point.

By the time the following Monday came around Martin was surprised how much he was looking forward to going.

As the weeks passed, the Cardio Tennis classes quickly became the highlight of Martin’s week. Dan kept things moving and mixed up the drills to keep things interesting. And the rapport between the others taking the class began to grow too.

King of the Court was always the highlight of the evening and, although it never got too intense or competitive, there was an increasing level of good natured teasing and banter which took place between everyone.

Martin found himself especially enjoying points against Lori, a slim attractive woman in her mid 40’s with a sharp sense of humour and quite the competitive streak. Lori was clearly someone who had kept her fitness levels high which was some advantage in points against Martin, but he had always had good hand/eye coordination so the competition between them was fairly even.

Lori would often playfully tease Martin when they faced each other saying 'Come on old man, let’s see what you’ve got!’ which might have offended him had others said it - especially as he was only 5 or 6 years older than she was.

But coming from Lori it just had the effect of making him all the more determined to win the points.

Each Monday Martin would look forward to the evening class, but increasingly he realized that he was looking forward to being around Lori as much as anything else.

He enjoyed her company. She made him laugh and put him at ease.

But he soon realized to his surprise that there was something else stirring in him. A physical attraction which was hardly noticeable at first, dulled by months of grief and solitude, but which was slowly awakening as Spring began to bud.

Lori was certainly an attractive woman, although she wasn’t what Martin would have previously called his type. Jenny had been a tall, fulsome woman, with a curvaceous figure and full rounded breasts which Martin used to delight in getting lost in when they made love.

But Lori was tiny, slim and her breasts were barely noticeable in her tennis shirt. Yet it wasn’t Lori’s breasts which grabbed Martin’s attention on the 5th week of class.

Dan had asked everyone to get in line to play three tennis shots - one from the baseline, followed by a volley and an overhead. Then each person was to run around the court and get in line again.

Martin found himself standing in line behind Lori, who this week was wearing tight black yoga pants. After he had played his shots and was running around the court his eyes fixed themselves on Lori’s ass as she ran in front of him. It was surprisingly full for her slim frame and even though his heart was pounding from the cardio workout Martin felt it leap as he contemplated her figure.

They got round the court and were soon playing their shots again before heading out on their second lap. Again Martin’s eyes were drawn to Lori’s seductive buttocks as they moved delightfully as she ran in front of him.

Her yoga pants were smooth over her thighs and ass and there was no sign that she was wearing any kind of underwear which made Martin’s heart race even more and he even felt a slight stirring lower down - something which he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

As the class went on Dan couldn’t shake the image of Lori’s ass from his mind. During the next exercise he tried to position himself behind her again but was frustrated when Judy, a silver haired lady in her 60’s, slotted in between them, obscuring his view. He cursed his luck.

Toward the end of the evening, during King of the Court, Martin again found that his mind wasn’t on his usual banter with Lori, but had strayed elsewhere.

Lori had always been pretty vocal when she had hit the tennis ball - something which wasn’t uncommon with women tennis players who grunted through the exertion of playing a point.

But Lori was more of a shrieker than a grunter, emitting a high pitched cry especially when stretching for a shot.

Martin hadn’t paid too much attention to it until this week, but now he found himself wondering whether Lori’s shrieking was just for the court or whether she was vocal during sex too.

Each vocal utterance took Martin’s mind to Lori’s bedroom as he imagined her in the throes of ecstasy with a lover.

“What the hell is going on?” Martin thought to himself. “I’m thinking like an 18 year old teenage boy!” He was painfully aware that the stirring in his groin was also reminiscent of those teenage days and he knew that he would have to master his thoughts before he found himself in a very embarrassing situation in front of the others in the class.

Fortunately, the evening was just about through and he was able to gain control of his imagination before things got out of hand. Soon the class came to a close and everyone began to filter out to their vehicles.

“Hey old man - fancy a game later in the week?”

The voice pierced Martin’s thoughts and he turned round to see Lori standing behind him, a big grin on her face.

Martin’s thoughts raced. A one on one game with Lori? If the state of his mind was anything like it had been today it would be hard for him to keep any kind of control - of the ball or anything else for that matter! But he also knew he wanted to spend more time with her which made the risk worth taking.

“Erm, sure. What day?”

“How about Thursday? I have some time during the evening if that will work for you - say around 7p.m.?”

“It’s a date,” Martin said. “I mean…not a date…just er…well you know what I mean,” his face reddening.

Lori flashed her smile and giggled.

“Yeah I know what you mean. I should be so lucky.”

And with that she turned toward her vehicle.

“See you on Thursday!” she called as she walked away.

Martin turned and walked to his car and sat there, the engine still turned off, hardly believing what had just happened.

In one sense nothing at all had happened. Lori had just arranged a tennis game with him.

But his mind was racing away from him.

What did she mean by “I should be so lucky?”

Was she attracted to him? Or was it another one of her jokes?

Martin turned the key in the engine and began the 10 minute drive home. His mind replayed the conversation, and then the images of Lori’s seductive ass mingled with her shrieks.

As he finally allowed himself full rein to reimagine Lori’s toned body, Martin’s cock began to stir once again. This time there was no need for him to try to control it for the sake of decorum.

Yet Martin’s growing excitement was tempered by a nagging sense of guilt. Jenny, the only lover he had ever had, had only just passed and yet here he was - his mind and body yearning for another.

Surely he shouldn’t be having these thoughts. Yet they wouldn’t disperse. Rather than reminiscing about tender times with his wife, instead he was picturing Lori pulling down her yoga pants at home right now, imagining her smooth firm white bottom emerging from the black material.

By the time he was half way home Martin’s cock was standing to full attention, his tennis shorts tented as it strained against them.

And still he played out the scene in his mind.

He imagined Lori laying down on her bed. Her feet clamped together. Her knees splayed apart forming a diamond shape.

He pictured her hand move down to the crest of the jewel parting the lips of her pussy with her fingers.

He saw the glistening of her juices on her fingers as she began to rub her clit - slowly at first but soon picking up speed as her urgency increased.

And as her whole mind and body was overwhelmed by her orgasm he envisaged her convulsing with pleasure and screaming with joy.

Martin realized that he was almost home, although he couldn’t remember any of his journey.

His left hand had strayed down to his cock and had been stroking and pulling on its head through his shorts.

Martin’s fingers felt the sticky wetness of his pleasure which had seeped through his light gray shorts and as he looked down he saw a dark patch of his pre-emission bleeding through the material.

As his hand moved slowly up and down, desperate for these exquisite sensations to continue, Martin’s foot increased the pressure on the accelerator in an attempt to make sure he made it home before his orgasm overtook him on the journey.

Martin pulled into the driveway and quickly walked toward his front door - his tennis bag held close against his body lest anyone should see his lack of decorum. He opened the door, threw the bag on the floor, ignored the eager greeting of his golden retriever and dashed upstairs.

His entire mind and body was now set on one thing only. He needed release - needed to feel the rush of pleasure coursing through his body.

He needed to come.

Martin threw himself on the bed and yanked his shorts down to his ankles, his hand eagerly grabbing his fully erect cock. Now was not the time for teasing - the journey had dealt with that.

He dragged his hand across the head of his shaft, smearing the creamy bubbly juices which had seeped out during the journey all over the top portion of his cock. Then he began milking his hand quickly up and down - imagining he was pumping it deep into Lori’s pussy. Feeling her velvet walls encase him.

He immediately felt his orgasm begin to build at the base of his cock, his balls tightening as his breathing shortened.

He needed to come.

He wanted to come.

He was going to come.

It only took a few more seconds for the sensations to deepen and spread upward. His balls and anus tightened as he reached the point of no return. Guttural sounds of pleasure began to escape his throat as his whole being was consumed with the heightening sensations.

The pleasure was so great that he almost wanted to stay there - to prolong the moment of release.

Martin’s hand slowed almost to a stop. His thumb and index finger lightly teased the tip of his cock.

But even that could not hold back the huge tidal surge which had been building and now was about to break.

He was coming.

Martin’s body convulsed and the first shot of cum flew through the air and landed on his forehead, the second quickly following and hitting his neck just under the chin. He gasped as each wave of pleasure washed over him - his body quaking with each convulsion. Chemicals raced through his brain - intense pleasure that almost verged on pain as he felt his head throb with each surge.

Finally the intensity of the sensations began to subside.

Martin lay there, completely spent, in his state of semi-undress trying to come to terms with what had overcome him. Every so often his cock twitched again as several aftershocks shook his body.

Eventually he stood, walked into his en-suite and turned on the shower.

Thursday couldn’t come quick enough.

As the evening of his game with Lori grew closer, Martin knew that it was going to take every fibre of his mental strength to stay focused on the game.

When he arrived at the tennis center he headed straight for the court and pushing back the heavy vinyl backdrop curtain he saw that Lori had already arrived and was stretching at the side of the net.

She was wearing a pure white top and a light blue silky tennis skirt which showed off her slender legs from just above the knees. As she stretched forward the skirt slowly dragged itself upwards showing off a few more inches of her tantalizing white thigh.

Lori’s long black hair was tied back in a ponytail which draped down her back topped by a white cap.

As Martin came through the curtain onto the court she turned toward him and flashed him a smile.

“Hey old man! I’m glad you made it. It wouldn’t have been as much fun playing with myself.”

Did she giggle slightly at the innuendo Martin wondered? Was it deliberate? Had she been planning her introduction? Or was he just being dirty minded?

Martin chastised himself for his thoughts. She’s probably saying it in complete innocence, he reasoned.

His musings were broken into by Lori’s perky voice…

“Come on - let’s play!”

She handed him two tennis balls and tucked the third under the pleat of her tennis skirt into what Martin could only imagine were panties sewn into her skirt.

Martin and Lori took their positions at either side of the net and began hitting the balls to each other as they warmed up. As they did so they chatted about how their week had been going. Just normal, everyday conversation.

Martin began to convince himself that it was clearly only he who was reading anything more into this than a friendly game of tennis.

By the time they began to play some competitive points Martin had fully persuaded himself that Lori’s request to play him was purely for the sake of fitness and exercise. Now that they were playing seriously the conversation had petered out apart from when calling the balls out of court and keeping score.

At one point in the game when Martin was serving, Lori asked “Do you have any balls?”

Martin quickly replied “Yes, I’ve got two here in my shorts. Can’t you tell?”

He immediately felt embarrassed at his teenage humour, but Lori grinned and said, “Come on then - get them out. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Martin wondered whether she was playing along with the innuendo or simply responding to the conversation in a far more innocent way than he was.

The game turned out to be pretty even and as the hour court time was coming to a close each of them seemed to be putting in more effort to try to win the match.

Lori’s shrieking grew in its loudness and frequency which only served to distract Martin from his game, his mind once again imagining an entirely different context. Whether it was this lapse in mental strength or simply her greater stamina, Lori closed the set out just as the hour came to a close.

“Great game, and well played,” Martin congratulated Lori as they approached the bench at the side of the court where they had each left their bags.

“Thanks, I enjoyed it a lot,” Lori smiled back. “I’d love to play with you again soon.”

“I’d like that too,” Martin replied and as he spoke he felt his cock twitch as his mind immediately leapt to picturing her playing with his balls rather than tennis balls.

“Got much else planned for this evening?” Lori asked. “We could go for a drink. Beats watching TV alone.”

“Sure - I’d like that. But don’t you have a husband or partner waiting for you…or a…someone?”

Martin winced at his awkwardness. He realized that after over a quarter of a century of marriage he had no idea how to handle these sorts of situations.

Lori chuckled. “Nope. No husband. Or wife. Or any other sort of lover. Well…not the human kind anyway!”

Martin felt his face turning red but at the same time the stirring in his groin increased at Lori’s sudden candour.

Without any warning an image of Lori holding a vibrator against her pussy while spreadeagled on her bed popped up into his mind. Martin quickly tried to push back down - he wasn’t in the privacy of his car now.

Control yourself man, he thought as he felt his cock begin to engorge with blood.

“Ok, well er, let’s have a drink then. Where do you want to go?”

Martin could feel his heart beginning to race with the anticipation of spending more of the evening with Lori, coupled with the lingering image which had entered his mind.

“To be honest, I’m not really dressed for a bar. I came out like this ready for tennis,” Lori mused.

Why don’t you come back to my place? It’s just 5 minutes away. I have a nice bottle of Toscana, if you like red wine.“

"Sure…I’d love to,” Martin said, his heart beating even faster now despite the game being over some time ago.

“Great. Well just follow me. Won’t take long.”

As Martin followed Lori’s white Subaru Impreza his whole body seemed on fire with excitement.

He felt like he could hardly breathe. What was happening? He even wondered whether he was having some kind of heart attack.

He tried to convince himself that he had only been invited back for a drink. But he couldn’t shake the thought that there could be more.

It was years since he had felt like this. Life with Jenny had been wonderful and their lovemaking had been tender, yet had long ago settled into a comfortable predictability.

But this was altogether something new.

Martin’s hands were shaking on the wheel as his body shivered in anticipation.

Suddenly they turned a corner and Lori pulled her car into the driveway of a detached house.

In a semi-dazed state he pulled up beside hers, walked up to the door and followed her inside.

Martin immediately noticed that Lori’s home was immaculately presented - almost like it was staged for an impending sale. The furniture was sharp and clean. There was no clutter on any of the surfaces, only ornaments and beautifully designed wooden sculptures.

It was very much controlled. Together. Just as Lori seemed to be.

Martin wondered whether she was always like that. Was there a wilder, uncontrolled side to her? He longed to find out.

“Sit down on the couch. Make yourself at home.”

Lori pulled one of many bottles out of a wine rack built into the wall and took two long stemmed glasses from a cabinet.

Martin sat nervously, positioning himself awkwardly on the front edge of the white leather couch.

Lori sat next to him. He felt her knee rest against his leg and his stomach began to do somersaults.

Martin felt beads of sweat begin to form on his brow and his jaw began to clench as adrenaline began to course through his body.

“Come on old man - relax. You look like you’re afraid I’m about to eat you!”

Martin laughed nervously. “Sorry. I am a little on edge. It’s so long since I’ve done this. I mean…having a drink with someone other than my wife. I feel like I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s ok.” Lori said reassuringly. “I understand. How long has it been since your wife passed?”

“Almost four months. I’ve been so lonely.”

Martin was taken back by the emotion which suddenly came through as he spoke, as well as the honesty about his deep sadness which he had generally managed to suppress so well when speaking to others.

“I know. I know. It must have been so difficult for you.”

Lori’s words were soothing as she moved her left arm round over his shoulder and pulled his head toward hers. He felt her hand begin to stroke his hair as his head rested on the top of her shoulder.

Martin felt a surge of warmth and comfort rush through his body at her tender touch. But at the same time experienced a surge of excitement as his cock began to swell - not for the first time that day.

A cocktail of emotions overwhelmed him. Comfort. Shame. Embarrassment. But more than anything else, excitement.

The physical touch of a woman after so many months was warm and intoxicating and even in his vulnerable and awkward state he didn’t want it to end.

Martin’s cock was now fully erect and he was sure Lori would notice it. How would she respond?

He glanced sideways at her and sure enough her widening eyes were fixed on the stirrings in his shorts, even as she continued to stroke his head and neck.

“I’m sorry…” he stuttered. “I’m not sure what’s going on. I just… I don’t mean to…”

“Shish,” Lori whispered in his ear and as she did a tingle shot down through Martin’s neck and spine.

“It’s ok. I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable though,” Martin stuttered.

“Do I look uncomfortable?” Lori asked, pulling her body slightly away from his and looking him in directly in the eyes.

Lori’s left hand moved to Martin’s face so that now it was cradled in her hands. Her fingers began to gently rake through Martin’s hair sending shivers of excitement through him. Her nails sent myriads of neurons firing in his brain.

And then she kissed him.

Gently and tenderly at first. Her lips felt so warm and soft and Martin’s mouth automatically moved in response and his right hand moved to the back of her head pulling her closer.

All manner of emotions were racing through his mind and body but sheer physical pleasure quickly became the dominant one as their kissing became more firm and adventurous.

Martin’s tongue probed Lori’s mouth and a deep moan came from her throat as his tongue began to explore her sweetness.

He sensed Lori’s control and composure was giving way to something much less restrained. More primal.

Quickly and without any warning Lori pushed Martin’s body so that he fell back on the couch.

Before he had a chance to gain any control she swung her left leg over his body and straddled him.

Martin felt his tented cock pressing up under Lori’s clean tennis skirt against her panties.

He immediately felt heat emanating from her pussy lips which were parting around his cock, through the thin material.

She groaned loudly. Gutturally.

All sense of decorum and tenderness had disappeared. Raw passion had taken over.

Martin’s shaft pressed hard against her as he lifted his ass off the couch to press against her delicious body.

Lori pulled her mouth away from his and smiled. Yet behind her eyes Martin could see that a fire had been kindled and was growing stronger by the second.

Lori ran the fingers of both hands down his shirt and then, in one motion tore it off his body.

Martin’s breathing deepened as he gazed up at her. He wanted to respond by removing Lori’s top but before he could move she had ripped it off herself.

Martin gasped as he saw her nipples for the first time - standing erect on her small but perfectly symmetrical breasts. Their deep rouge colour stood out in contrast to her pale skinned chest.

He bent upward and engulfed her left nipple in his mouth, his mouth sucking as his tongue flicked over it.

“Oh fuck! Fuck!” Lori gasped.

Martin had never heard Lori swear before but it only served to fuel his desire for her.

Jenny had never used dirty talk with him when they made love.

But this wasn’t making love.

This was sex.

This was fucking.

And he was beginning to love it.

As Martin pulled back his mouth, Lori’s long firm nipple made a delightful popping sound as it emerged.

Martin quickly moved to suckle her right breast and as he did he could feel Lori’s thighs and ass begin to thrust urgently against his hard cock.

At each thrust Lori’s groans and moans increased in their pitch and loudness - her head arched back in ecstasy as she continued to dry hump him.

Martin’s hands moved to her ass and he pulled her harder against his cock.

Lori’s body began to move even faster and Martin felt the pleasure beginning to build and spread throughout his cock. At first he felt the sensation in his tight balls, but with each loud thrust against him he felt his cum building up his hard shaft.

He wanted to express how he was feeling. He had a strong desire to talk dirty to Lori. But he still had some inhibitions remaining, even though he sensed they wouldn’t stay for long.

Lori however, had no such restraint now. She was wild with excitement and it showed in her entire being.

“Oh fuck Martin. That feels so good. I love feeling your hard cock sliding against my pussy.”

Martin’s mouth opened and he began to groan and grunt - each emission seeming to enhance his pleasure.

“Oh my fucking life. Fuck! I think I’m going to fucking cum!” Lori gasped.

Suddenly Martin felt Lori’s hands move down toward his cock.

But instead of grabbing his manhood as he imagined, she sharply pulled the material of her panties to the side, revealing her glistening, open cunt lips.

Lori’s other hand rested against Martin’s balls and the base of his cock. And then her fingers began to fly furiously across her protruding ruby clit.

“Fuck!” Martin uttered as he was completely entranced and overwhelmed by the sight of her wantonness.

Seconds later Martin felt Lori’s body stiffen and then convulse as her orgasm overwhelmed her body.

Lori’s head arched back, her mouth open wide as high pitched squeals and shrieks pulsed out from her throat.

Martin gazed into her eyes, transfixed by the sight as the waves of pleasure washed over her and wracked her entire body. Lori’s once delicate and pristine body writhed and contorted. All sense of control had gone as she gave herself to her overwhelming pleasure.

The sensations in Martin’s own body had been inexorably building and he sensed that it would be only a matter of seconds before he came himself. But as the frenetic movements of Lori’s body began to subside he felt his own eruption linger tantalizingly close yet just out of reach.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!” Lori gasped. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so quickly before,” her breath still coming in pants as she spoke.

“Or so hard!” She smiled captivatingly and Martin felt like his emotions would explode within him.

Lori pulled herself upright and pressed her hands against Martin’s chest, giving him a full view of her naked breasts and engorged nipples.

But Martin’s eyes were drawn downward, to her skirt which was twisted and pulled around her waist.

The built-in panties were still pulled aside - barely covering one of her pussy lips and fully revealing the other which was still shimmering with Lori’s juices.

“Ugh…this is so hot!” Martin gasped. “I loved hearing you come.”

“I fucking loved it too,” grinned Lori. “And I’m going to love it when you cum now.”

Raising her slight body from his for a second, Lori swiftly pulled down Martin’s shorts, freeing his cock for the first time as it sprang to attention.

She ogled it lustfully for a few seconds, appraising it’s length and girth.

Then she lowered her head down and embraced it with her mouth.

Martin groaned uncontrollably. He couldn’t ever remember feeling like this before.

Jenny’s lovemaking was warm and tender but she had never liked giving oral sex and Martin had never wanted to pressure her. They had so much to enjoy in each other’s bodies that he felt he could manage without that if she was uncomfortable.

But the sensations that were now flowing through Martin’s cock now made him realize what he had been missing for all of those years.

Lori’s mouth moved slowly up and down the length of his shaft, her tongue flicking over the sensitive head of his cock on each stroke and each time bolts of lightning shot through Martin’s body.

He had been close to cumming before knew he wouldn’t last long. The sensation was building and moving up his cock with each passing second.

“Lori…I’m not gonna last. If you want to move away…”

“Fuck no!” Lori gulped. “I want to taste it all. I want you to cum in my mouth.”

Lori’s mouth and tongue picked up the pace, her long hair draping over his balls, sending him into more ecstasy as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft.

It was enough to send Martin over the edge. His mouth opened and he grunted loudly as he felt the pleasure erupt through his cock and spread out through his legs, toes and up into his chest.

His head felt like it was going to explode too as he felt surge after surge of cum shoot from his cock and hit the back of Lori’s throat.

She gurgled, gulped, gurgled again… but continued to suck and engulf his penis with her warm lips until, after 7 or 8 convulsions Martin’s orgasm subsided.

Lori slowly withdrew her lips from Martin’s cock and he could see a thick string of his cum emerging and flowing from out of her mouth and drooling over his still twitching cock.

Then in one sudden movement she moved her body and head forwards and kissed him hard on the lips - her tongue insistently pressing open his mouth.

And for the first time in his life Martin could taste the salty thickness of his own pleasure.

His senses were truly overwhelmed.

Lori’s body finally collapsed onto his. Their chests heaving against each other and small grunts of pleasure still coming from their mouths.

Martin reached his hands down to Lori’s ass and pushed them up inside her panties, feeling the warmth of their flesh for the first time.

“I love your ass,” he whispered, in Lori’s ear.

“Say it again…but say it how you are really thinking it.”

Martin paused. Shocked at her insightfulness.

“I fucking love your ass,” Martin said, much louder this time.

“That’s more like it,” Lori grinned. “We’ll find the animal in you yet.”

“I’ve certainly discovered yours,” Martin laughed. “You don’t leave your screaming on the court do you?”

Lori laughed. “Fuck no! A girl’s got to express herself!”

“I had been wondering…,” Martin said, “…and imagining.”

“Oh really! You’ve been thinking about me in that way then? Have you been jerking off to me?” Lori grinned.

Even after all that had just happened Martin still felt a twinge of embarrassment.

“I might have,” he said shyly. Then with more boldness said, “Have you thought of me in this way before?”

Lori giggled. “Let’s just say you might have come to mind when I’ve been playing with myself these last few weeks.”

Martin’s eyes widened. “I’d love to have been a fly on the wall.”

“Well,” Lori smiled wickedly “there’s no need for that. There’s so much more of this evening yet to come…”

By Dansilver for Literotica 

Jane Gets Back In the Game: Part 1

Girl was cheated on, has sex with man after build-up at the party.

by Buckingbronco33. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

“Are you almost ready, Jane?” Chloe called through the bathroom door of our shared apartment.

“Not even close, dude. Remind me why I am doing this again? I just want to stay in tonight and watch Desperate Housewives.” I called back, while I sat on the edge of the bathtub, flipped through a magazine, and avoided getting ready. Chloe barreled in, unhappy with my response.

“Jane, buck up! Archie was a dick and you didn’t deserve the way that he treated you, but it has been two months! It is time to get back out there and start experiencing life again. You can’t hide in this apartment forever,” she said as she moved my legs to sit beside me on the bathtub. I stuck my tongue out at her and continued flipping through the magazine.

When Dreams Collide

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Annie Rejects Her Shame

Annie finally rejects her abstinent life and finds how much joy a cock can bring her.

By spr1987 for Literotica. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

“Oh my God… it feels so hot in my hand… and how can it be this hard and this soft feeling at the same time?” 

These are the thoughts racing through my mind, as I feel a real live cock in my hands for the first time. I know what you are thinking, “You are 19 years old Annie, and you are pretty hot looking… so how can this be the first time you have had a cock in your hands?”

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First, thank you for saying I’m hot. As a petite red head with a larger than normal pair of tits, I think I’m pretty hot also, but it is always nice to hear it. Second, I was raised in a very religious home, and sex was absolutely forbidden. In fact, my mother even made a habit of checking my panties and bedsheets to make sure that I wasn’t masturbating. Yes, I realize now how twisted that sounds. But it was how I was raised, to think that self-pleasure and sex were mortal sins. Hell, even now I feel guilty every time I touch myself. Not to mention that right now, I am feeling pretty wrong emotionally, about this cock in my hands.

Although I am feeling the guilt from years of conditioning, I can’t help feeling a rush of excitement all through my body, as I squeeze and rub this thick cock. I am assuming it is thick. I have no basis for this judgement because, as I said several times already, this is my first cock. All I know is that I can’t get my small hand around it and when I stack both of my hands, there is still all of the big swollen head left sticking out. My God that head looks big. I catch myself thinking that it looks like the helmet of one of those stormtrooper guys from Star Wars. I have to swallow the laugh that is threatening to burst out of me.

I trace my fingers around that big helmet, and I am surprised at how smooth the skin is. I trace my finger along the groove in the front and the whole cock Jumps in my hands. I look up at the guy’s face, wondering if I did something wrong or hurt him or something. I see that he has his eyes squeezed shut tightly and his mouth is open in an audible moan. I make a mental note that this is a good thing. At this same time, I feel and see liquid leak out of the cock’s slit. I touch it and I like how slick it feels on my fingers. I rub it between my thumb and finger and relish the slick feeling. Then I run my slick fingers around the smooth cock head. I love how slippery it feels on the smooth skin of the head. I trace my slick fingers all around the edges of the cock’s helmet. 

“It is like I am trying to memorize every detail of my fascinating new plaything.”

I run my other hand down to the bottom of his shaft and discover his balls. I cup them and feel them move around in their soft wrinkled sack. I roll them around in my fingers, enjoying how they move so fluidly. I sort of ring my fingers around behind them and pull them down, enjoying how the sack stretches tight and I can feel the balls hard in my hand. I squeeze, just to see what this will feel like. The guy almost screams out, “Oh my God, Yes,” when I do that. I make another mental note, that this is a good thing. Then I wonder, what will happen if I squeeze his balls at the same time as I rub my finger along his tender groove? “Fuck yes.” he screams out, as I try this experiment.

Well, that confirms my thesis, I smile to myself and continue to gently pulse his big full balls in one hand, while teasing his sensitive head with my other. I think to myself, I am so glad that he likes this because I really love how this feels for me when I am doing it. I start to wonder,

 "How the Hell, have I never heard about how amazing cocks and balls feel?“

 I have talked with quite a few other girls about their sexual experiences, and I can’t remember a single one telling me how amazing cocks felt in their hands.

 "I fucking Love this,”

 I think to myself as I really concentrate on the feeling of this cock and those full balls in my hands.

Then the thought enters my head, “If it feels this good in my hands, how will it feel in my mouth?” I immediately hear my mother’s voice in my head chastising me, “You should be ashamed of yourself Annabeth, for even thinking such a thing.”

Then I tell the guilt wielding mother in my head, “Shut the fuck up Mother… and it is Annie… Nobody calls me Annabeth anymore.” Then I show her that she is no longer the boss of me, as I take this big cock into my mouth. Well, to be honest, I take the head and maybe another inch or so in my mouth. “My God, this thing is big. Are they all This big?” I wonder to myself as I feel that swollen thick head push into the soft spot at the roof of my mouth.

I pull my mouth off of it enough, so that I can suck my lips around the helmet. I run my tongue around the smooth head, as I suck my cheeks around it. “Oh my God, this feels so exciting and so naughty,” I think to myself as I feel like I will pee myself from the overwhelming exhilaration. I am suddenly yanked from my moment of bliss, when I feel the guy’s hands grab my head almost violently. Again, thinking that I hurt him, I try to pull my mouth off of his cock. He latches on even harder and almost begs, “No, Please don’t stop… keep doing That…”

Relieved that I am not doing it wrong, I go back to doing what I was just doing. As I run my tongue around his smooth head and down the shaft as far as I can reach my tongue, I moan around the cock, as I recover my overwhelming feeling of exhilaration at the feel of this cock on my lips, and on my tongue, and on the fleshy insides of my cheeks. I slide all of them over and around this cock, as I rediscover the feeling of his big balls in my hand.

Overcome by the sensations of this cock in my mouth, I can’t stop my other hand from sliding under my skirt and into my thong. Um, I am so fucking wet. I push two fingers into my wet pussy. My pussy feels so wet and squishy and warm around my fingers. I wonder if this is what his cock feels when it is in my mouth. I start to imagine that my fingers and his cock are the same. I start to push my mouth on his cock more and more, as I push my fingers deeper and deeper inside myself. I move up and down on his cock at the same speed as I am pushing my fingers into me. When I begin to gag myself by forcing his cock into my mouth so fast and so deep, I realize how fast and desperately I am finger fucking myself. It is at that exact moment that I push myself over the edge and cum Streaming around his cock.

I didn’t realize how close he was, until at that same time, I feel his cock swell even larger and twitch in my mouth as I feel hot surges hitting the back of my throat. Because I am in the middle of an uncontrolled scream,

 “I feel his cum continue to shoot directly down my throat.
I can actually feel it coating my throat.”

 Then I start coughing uncontrollably, because, as I was riding my overpowering orgasm, I was also desperately gasping for breath. I hope I didn’t breathe his cum into my lungs. For a fleeting moment, I wonder if it is possible to drown from cum in my lungs?

As I get control of my breathing, I realize that I am not going to drown. I am twice as relieved, knowing that my mother will not have to recover my body from the university, after learning that I died by drowning in cum, as I sucked the cock of a guy I just met. Jeff… or Jake… or is it Jim? I am pretty sure it is a “J” name. I hope it is the overpowering orgasm I just had that is keeping my brain from recalling his name, and not the fact that I am a total slut who sucks the cock of a guy she doesn’t know the name of.

As I contemplate how much of a slut I really am, I start to think,

 "Well, if I am going to condemn myself for being a slut, I might as well go all the way.“

 In that moment, I decide that I am getting fucked for the first time. Well, that is if this guy… J.. something, can get his cock hard again. Realizing the decision is in my hands… literally… I am holding his softening cock in my hand… I start to slowly squeeze and stroke it.

Figuring that I should get J… J… J-dog involved in the decision, I say to him,

 "Um, I loved how your cock felt in my mouth… I would love even more to feel what he is like in my pussy… You want to feel your big, thick cock deep inside me?”

“Fuck Yeah,” he enthusiastically agrees. Then in a more subdued way he adds, “But you got to give me a minute… You know… to get ready…”

I do in fact know what he means. I can feel his cock in my hand, clearly not ready to do the pushing that I so desperately need right now. It is not an unpleasant feeling though. I actually really enjoy the soft, flexible feeling of his cock in my hand. It is not fully soft, but just hard enough to weigh heavily in my hand. I squeeze it and I love the way it compresses. It feels like a very warm stress toy. I realize how much I would love to have a cock in this exact state, when I am stressed in class or doing an assignment in my dorm. I shake it and flop it around in my hand and love the way it moves.

“I am suddenly jealous, that guys get to have these things with them all the time. Then I wonder if they hold them and squeeze them when they need stress relief?”

He taps me on the head and rips me from the labyrinth of my twisted thoughts. It is then that I realize that his cock is Very much up for the task at hand… again, my hand…

“Don’t you think you should take off your clothes? Or do you just want me to bend you over and flip up your skirt?” he asks me.

“Oh My,” I think to myself, as I suddenly get the image in my head of him forcing me over the arm of the couch and taking me from behind like an animal. Battling with myself in my mind, I think I should lead him to think I am a lady and do this in a dignified manner. However, I realize that I fucking need this Bad and I need it Now.

Standing up, I reach under my skirt and almost tear my thong as I pull it off my hips and down my legs. Then I turn toward the arm of the couch and lean over it, as I spread my legs. As I turn to look back at him, the desperate look on my face, is all the answer he needs.

I keep looking back as he aims his cock toward my wet, waiting, and Very willing pussy. He doesn’t even use his hands as he pushes it against my swollen and Very sensitive pussy lips. He moves back and forth slightly, making his cock slide along my wet groove. Oh my God, the feeling of the big smooth head is even more amazing against the lips of my pussy, than it was against the lips of my mouth. I squeeze my pussy, trying to kiss it… to suck it into me… I feel his cock start to push my lips open. I realize that he is not moving, it is me, who is moving back, desperately trying to fuck myself onto his cock. I feel him slightly pull back with each of my thrust back. I look up to see him grinning at the desperate look on my face. I finally beg out loud,

 "Please… put it in… Please… fuck me… Please… Fuck me Now…“

Without a word he pushes his cock right into me. I gasp out loud as I literally feel like all of the air is pushed out of my lungs. I am not sure how deep he went with that first thrust, but I feel like I am impaled on the damn thing. I feel so full that I am afraid I will tear in half, if he pushes any deeper. Surprisingly, it is not painful though. Luckily for both of us, I broke my hymen in a tragic accidental fall on a dildo… Okay, I was masturbating. I said my mother made me feel guilty about it. I never said that I didn’t do it. And thank God that I did. This may be the first real cock inside me, but it is Definitely not the first time I have had cock like objects inside me. And my God, the number of cock like objects I have inside me… Well, let’s just say I have been training Very hard for this moment.

Yet, for all of the training I have done, None of it compares to what this feels like for real. Fuck, the heat and hard flexibility of this cock inside me… It is almost indescribable. I feel like he is entering my soul. I feel like his cock is in control of my body and mind. I want this… I want this a Lot. Then, just when I am deciding that this feeling is better than anything I can imagine, he starts to move slowly out and then back in… and it gets better… Much better. I feel like he is turning me inside out, as he slowly pulls his cock out of me. Then he holds it with just the head inside me, keeping me spread so wide. I get desperate for more. Why the Fuck is he holding it there?

I look back pleadingly. I see him smile at me with a devilish grin and then, Slam, he pushes all the way back inside me. Three things happen at the same time. 

I feel him pound deep inside me.

His big heavy balls Slap against my WAY oversensitive clit.

I actually see stars and lose control of my legs as I cum so hard that I am afraid I popped a blood vessel in my head.

 I am not sure if I lose consciousness, but as I ride the most amazing orgasm of my life, I feel like I am flopping around like my whole body is made of jelly, as he continues to hammer away in and out of me. When I feel fluids gushing out of my pussy, I am mortified, thinking that I must have lost control of myself and peed all over his cock, balls and thighs.

He suddenly stops fucking, with his cock half inside me. I am afraid that he is grossed out by my loss of control. I am sure that I will be humiliated when everyone at the university hears about "Annie the incontinent slut”. Then he surprises me by saying, 

“Fuck Yeah… You’re a squirter. I never fucked a squirter before. That was fucking amazing.”

 “That shit splashed out of you so hard, I felt like someone turned a hose on me.”

With my face so red that I am sure it is glowing, I ask him, “So you are not grossed out by That?”

“Fuck No,” he answers and then starts pushing his cock back in and out of me. I am embarrassed by the loud squishing and squelching sounds his cock is making as he fucks in and out of me. Then I feel a weird new feeling. It is like there is a surge of water into me with each thrust in, and a much stronger suction with each pull out. As I realize that I am building to another orgasm, he warns me, “I got to tell you, after I cum once, I can keep going for a Very long time after. The thoughts of this amazing cock fucking me for a Very long time, sends waves of exhilaration through me and I Clench around his cock, telling him,

 "Give me All you got… 
Fuck me hard and long… 
fuck me until I can’t walk.”

My spontaneous haiku has the desired effect, and he Slams into me so hard that his hips Slap on my ass and it stings like he spanked me with his hand. I feel him grab my hips with both hands. He grabs so hard that I can feel his fingers dig into the soft flesh in the hollows of my hip bones. Then just as quickly he releases them, and I feel his hands reach up to unbutton my blouse. Feeling him fumbling with them, I reach up and take over. I quickly have the buttons undone and I wildly flap my arms trying to throw the blouse off of me.

As my blouse finally flies off my wildly flailing arm, I feel his hands grab my bra clasp and almost violently pull it open. Leaning forward like I am, the bra Snaps open and falls down my arms. My 36 double D tits that were straining hard against my bra, are now free and wildly flapping their wings trying to fly away. Well, more flopping than flapping. With each of his hard thrusts into me, I feel my heavy tits bounce forward and Slap against my neck and shoulders. Then I feel them recoil and Slap back against my rib cage and under my arms. Yes, in case you missed it, they are all natural and definitely out of my ability to control them.

He is relentlessly fucking me, and I can already feel my heavy tits start to ache from their wild flopping and bouncing. I am about to reach up to catch them with my hand and arm, to try to stop the bouncing, when I feel him reach around and cup each of my tits in his hands. I feel him hold them just enough, so that that they jiggle and bounce in his hands. The rubbing of my nipples on his palms is driving me fucking insane. He Squeezes my tits and weighs them appreciatively, as he tells me, “You’ve got fucking amazing tits. I love these big fucking tits.”

Then for emphasis, he takes my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, and pulls, and rolls, and Pinches them, which pushes me over a cliff I wasn’t even sure I was standing next to. “Fuck,” I Scream out loud, as once again I feel my fluids gush out of me and my arms give out, as I fall on my face, having another overwhelming orgasm. As my pussy squeezes and spasms around his cock inside me, I keep getting electric shocks of overstimulation, which makes my orgasm continue like a series of explosions that won’t end. All I can think about is the overpowering pleasure and the feeling of that cock filling me and touching me so completely. I have never done drugs, but I imagine this feeling of euphoria must be what drug addicts feel. I know right then and there that I will need to feel this all the time, from now on.

I am suddenly pulled from my post orgasm bliss, by a new sensation. As he continues to slowly push in and out of my pussy, he starts to lightly tease my sensitive butt hole with his thumb. It feels like he is thrumming my sensitive ring with his thumb, like it is a guitar string or something. There is something very naughty and very exciting about it. It is also sending electric shocks of excitement through my entire body with each thrum of his thumb. Each thrum seems to short circuit my brain and it also seems to excite every nerve inside my already overstimulated pussy. I feel my excitement being driven higher and higher. I feel like it will become too much for my body and mind to handle, and I will fucking explode.

“Fuck,” I Scream out, as he changes from a thrumming of my butt hole to a thumping of his thumb on it. Oh my God… I have Never felt anything like this, and it is making my entire body twitch and spasm with each thump. He is doing it at a faster pace now and I can almost feel my pulse beating faster to match his thumping pace. I suddenly realize that I am loudly moaning in a rhythmic pattern, “Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,” over and over, with each thump of his thumb on my butt hole. I also realize that I am pushing back onto his cock desperately to meet his cock pushing into me, at the same pace. I also feel myself pushing back onto that fucking thumb, that is driving me insane.

Feeling how positively my body is reacting to his teasing, on the next thump, he doesn’t stop. He pushes his thumb right past my tight ring. I loudly Gasp, “Oh,” as I feel his thumb Pop past my tight butt hole. I notice immediately how wet and slippery his thumb is, from all of the fluids I recently squirted all over him. I also notice that his thumb doesn’t feel anything like I thought it would. I had thought about anal sex before, but always dismissed the idea because I imagined that it would hurt quite badly. But this… this feels Very different than I feared it would. As I start to squeeze my butt around his thumb, sort of getting a better feel of my sudden intruder, I realize that he is slowly pushing and pulling it in and out of me, in time to his cock’s motion in my pussy. I realize that I Really like this double stimulation.

I start to grind back again, pushing his cock and thumb into me harder and faster. I suddenly feel a desperate need for more. I want him fucking me deep and hard in both of my holes. An image enters my brain of getting fucked like this by two different men… two cocks… one in my pussy and one in my butt… oh my God… do I really want to feel a cock in my butt??? His cock is so much bigger than his thumb, but that damn thumb feels so fucking good right now… These are all the random, wild thoughts racing through my head as I come to the conclusion, 

“Hell Yes, I want to know what his cock will feel like in my butt.”

Before I can chicken out, I turn my head back and meekly tell him,

 "You can put it in my… butt… You know… fuck my butt… if you want…“

"Oh God Yes,” he almost shouts, as I feel him quickly pull his cock from my pussy. I feel empty, physically and emotionally, as that cock is suddenly ripped away from me. However, that emptiness is just as quickly filled when I feel him push that cock right into my butt. Fortunately for me, he didn’t jam it in as deep and as fast as he did when he first entered my pussy. However, it was hard and deep enough to make me feel like I am trying to suck all the oxygen out of the air as I Gasp from the sudden intrusion. As my whole body Clenches in response to the large visitor in my butt, I feel like someone is touching me with live wires. Shock after shock races through my body, and my mind is short circuited as it tries to decide on the right response to having a cock suddenly shoved into my virgin butt hole.

Finally, my brain settles on pleasure, and I realize that my whole-body clench is relaxing, and I am releasing my butt hole’s death grip on his cock. He feels me relax and starts to slowly push more of his cock into me. This makes my brain reconsider its decision and my body puts on the breaks again, resuming my butt’s death grip on his cock. He stops again, which causes my brain and body to give in again. After a seemingly endless series of stops and starts, I feel his hips press against my round fleshy butt, and I realize that he is fully inside me. And when I say fully, I mean Full. I never imagined such a full feeling. I feel like he is touching places that I didn’t even know I had inside me. In fact, I think he is pushing up against my pancreas. Where the heck is the pancreas anyway? It’s got to be up in there somewhere, right?

All thoughts of my pancreas fly out of my head as I feel him slowly draw his cock out of me. I feel like he is pulling my soul out of me through my butt. I almost laugh as I think about the movie “Riddick”, and the scenes where the Necromancer guy is pulling a person’s soul out of them. Except in my case, he is doing it from my butt hole. My urge to laugh is suddenly replaced by an overwhelming pleasure as he draws his cock along something VERY sensitive inside me. I moan out loud as I feel something so fantastic, it should have its own emoji. Then he pushes back in, causing me to start speaking in a language I have never heard before. I think if I could translate the words into English, they would come out as,

 "Oh my god that feels amazing. Fuck me Harder with that amazing cock of yours. Pound me until my guts spill out of my mouth.“

 Instead, to my ears the words sound like,

 "Arga ah ah Gah; gahd…”

Lucky for me, that he is fluent in “Cock Hungry Whore” or he is able to read my mind, because he starts to hammer into me fast and hard. This apparently rattles my brain enough that I can speak English again and I cry out,

 "God! Yes! More! Please!“

Like a true gentleman, he gives me exactly what I asked for. I have to brace my hands to keep from being driven face first into the couch again. I feel my tits flopping wildly again. They even Slap me in the face, as I look down and back, to see if I can see his cock pushing into me. That will teach me to get in the way of those things when they are bouncing out of control. The sudden realization that his heavy balls are Slapping against my sensitive pussy with each thrust, takes my mind off my swinging tits, and drives me headlong toward the cliff of another powerful orgasm.

As he bottoms out and Slap against my pussy one more time, I cum so hard that I let out a scream so high pitched that only dogs can hear it. At that same time, I feel his cock twitch inside me and his hands Clamp around my hips, as he shoots surge after surge after surge of cum Deep inside me. Then he collapses on top of my exhausted body. He is much larger than me and rather muscular. I feel like he will crush me. Again, my mind drifts to my mother and what she will think about her daughter, being crushed to death, with the man’s cock still hard in her ass.

 "Get out of my head Mom… Let me enjoy the feeling of this cock slowly softening in my butt,” I shout in my mind.

As I push all thoughts of my mother out of my head, I begin to really enjoy the feeling of this cock inside my butt. It is still so hot. My God, it is like it is on fire, warming me from the inside. And as it softens, I feel it slowly pulling from me. I feel my butt clenching, trying to hold this cock inside me. I don’t want it to go. I want to keep feeling this cock inside me. I am almost afraid of how empty I will feel when he is finally out of me. Then Pop, his cock finally pulls from my clenching butt hole.

As I feared, I feel empty and long for the cock that was just in my butt. “Justin… That’s his name,” I realize. Then I laugh at the way my brain finally came up with that, as I thought about his cock “just in” my butt.

Hearing me laughing unexpectedly, he asks me, “What… What’s so funny?”

Unable to control my laughter, I try to explain,

 "Justin… your name… and you were just in my butt… and just in my pussy… and just in my mouth…“

 At that point I begin laughing so hard that I can’t say any more.

He barks out a laugh and says,

 "You idiot… my name is Jason." 

Then he continues laughing as he sees the surprised look on my face. If I could lift my arm, I would slap my palm against my head. Instead, I begin laughing hysterically again. We are now both laughing so hard that I feel both of our bodies shaking uncontrollably. Thank God he finally rolls off of me though, or I would have literally died laughing. Well, at least I would go out having been so thoroughly fucked.

Although I would die happy, I sure as Hell would not be happy dying. As I lay here in the afterglow of pleasure I could never have imagined before, all I can think about is,

 "When can I do this again? When can I feel THIS again?”

 This may have been my first experience with a real cock, but I know for sure that it will Definitely not be my last. I want more… so much more. I want to know if all cocks feel like That or if it is just Justin… Jason… whoever… that can make me feel THIS.

 Even now I am thinking about that God of a man in my Chemistry class, and whether a guy that big will have a bigger cock than Jason. Then there is that guy with the dark chocolate skin who lives on the floor above mine in the dorm… Is it true what they say? I am so going to find out. I suddenly realize that there are a great many cocks in the world for me to sample… and I want to sample as many as I can…

I laugh at myself and how just a few hours ago, I was worrying myself to death over whether I was finally going to give up my virginity tonight. After years of being told how immoral sex outside of marriage is, and how sex for other than procreation is a sin,

 I was so wrought with guilt for wanting to experience it. Now, I can’t imagine going without this ever again. Fuck procreation and fuck my mother. I fucking Love the way THIS feels, and there is no fucking way I am abstaining from this ever again. 

In fact, I can’t wait to get my next cock in my hands… in my mouth… in All of me. I have so much lost time to make up for and I can’t wait to start…

By spr1987 for Literotica

 Rejects Her Shame

Annie finally rejects her abstinent life and finds how much joy a cock can bring her.

By spr1987 for Literotica. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

“Oh my God… it feels so hot in my hand… and how can it be this hard and this soft feeling at the same time?” 

These are the thoughts racing through my mind, as I feel a real live cock in my hands for the first time. I know what you are thinking, “You are 19 years old Annie, and you are pretty hot looking… so how can this be the first time you have had a cock in your hands?”

First, thank you for saying I’m hot. As a petite red head with a larger than normal pair of tits, I think I’m pretty hot also, but it is always nice to hear it. Second, I was raised in a very religious home, and sex was absolutely forbidden. In fact, my mother even made a habit of checking my panties and bedsheets to make sure that I wasn’t masturbating. Yes, I realize now how twisted that sounds. But it was how I was raised, to think that self-pleasure and sex were mortal sins. Hell, even now I feel guilty every time I touch myself. Not to mention that right now, I am feeling pretty wrong emotionally, about this cock in my hands.

Although I am feeling the guilt from years of conditioning, I can’t help feeling a rush of excitement all through my body, as I squeeze and rub this thick cock. I am assuming it is thick. I have no basis for this judgement because, as I said several times already, this is my first cock. All I know is that I can’t get my small hand around it and when I stack both of my hands, there is still all of the big swollen head left sticking out. My God that head looks big. I catch myself thinking that it looks like the helmet of one of those stormtrooper guys from Star Wars. I have to swallow the laugh that is threatening to burst out of me.

I trace my fingers around that big helmet, and I am surprised at how smooth the skin is. I trace my finger along the groove in the front and the whole cock Jumps in my hands. I look up at the guy’s face, wondering if I did something wrong or hurt him or something. I see that he has his eyes squeezed shut tightly and his mouth is open in an audible moan. I make a mental note that this is a good thing. At this same time, I feel and see liquid leak out of the cock’s slit. I touch it and I like how slick it feels on my fingers. I rub it between my thumb and finger and relish the slick feeling. Then I run my slick fingers around the smooth cock head. I love how slippery it feels on the smooth skin of the head. I trace my slick fingers all around the edges of the cock’s helmet. 

“It is like I am trying to memorize every detail of my fascinating new plaything.”

I run my other hand down to the bottom of his shaft and discover his balls. I cup them and feel them move around in their soft wrinkled sack. I roll them around in my fingers, enjoying how they move so fluidly. I sort of ring my fingers around behind them and pull them down, enjoying how the sack stretches tight and I can feel the balls hard in my hand. I squeeze, just to see what this will feel like. The guy almost screams out, “Oh my God, Yes,” when I do that. I make another mental note, that this is a good thing. Then I wonder, what will happen if I squeeze his balls at the same time as I rub my finger along his tender groove? “Fuck yes.” he screams out, as I try this experiment.

Well, that confirms my thesis, I smile to myself and continue to gently pulse his big full balls in one hand, while teasing his sensitive head with my other. I think to myself, I am so glad that he likes this because I really love how this feels for me when I am doing it. I start to wonder,

 "How the Hell, have I never heard about how amazing cocks and balls feel?“

 I have talked with quite a few other girls about their sexual experiences, and I can’t remember a single one telling me how amazing cocks felt in their hands.

 "I fucking Love this,”

 I think to myself as I really concentrate on the feeling of this cock and those full balls in my hands.

Then the thought enters my head, “If it feels this good in my hands, how will it feel in my mouth?” I immediately hear my mother’s voice in my head chastising me, “You should be ashamed of yourself Annabeth, for even thinking such a thing.”

Then I tell the guilt wielding mother in my head, “Shut the fuck up Mother… and it is Annie… Nobody calls me Annabeth anymore.” Then I show her that she is no longer the boss of me, as I take this big cock into my mouth. Well, to be honest, I take the head and maybe another inch or so in my mouth. “My God, this thing is big. Are they all This big?” I wonder to myself as I feel that swollen thick head push into the soft spot at the roof of my mouth.

I pull my mouth off of it enough, so that I can suck my lips around the helmet. I run my tongue around the smooth head, as I suck my cheeks around it. “Oh my God, this feels so exciting and so naughty,” I think to myself as I feel like I will pee myself from the overwhelming exhilaration. I am suddenly yanked from my moment of bliss, when I feel the guy’s hands grab my head almost violently. Again, thinking that I hurt him, I try to pull my mouth off of his cock. He latches on even harder and almost begs, “No, Please don’t stop… keep doing That…”

Relieved that I am not doing it wrong, I go back to doing what I was just doing. As I run my tongue around his smooth head and down the shaft as far as I can reach my tongue, I moan around the cock, as I recover my overwhelming feeling of exhilaration at the feel of this cock on my lips, and on my tongue, and on the fleshy insides of my cheeks. I slide all of them over and around this cock, as I rediscover the feeling of his big balls in my hand.

Overcome by the sensations of this cock in my mouth, I can’t stop my other hand from sliding under my skirt and into my thong. Um, I am so fucking wet. I push two fingers into my wet pussy. My pussy feels so wet and squishy and warm around my fingers. I wonder if this is what his cock feels when it is in my mouth. I start to imagine that my fingers and his cock are the same. I start to push my mouth on his cock more and more, as I push my fingers deeper and deeper inside myself. I move up and down on his cock at the same speed as I am pushing my fingers into me. When I begin to gag myself by forcing his cock into my mouth so fast and so deep, I realize how fast and desperately I am finger fucking myself. It is at that exact moment that I push myself over the edge and cum Streaming around his cock.

I didn’t realize how close he was, until at that same time, I feel his cock swell even larger and twitch in my mouth as I feel hot surges hitting the back of my throat. Because I am in the middle of an uncontrolled scream,

 “I feel his cum continue to shoot directly down my throat.
I can actually feel it coating my throat.”

 Then I start coughing uncontrollably, because, as I was riding my overpowering orgasm, I was also desperately gasping for breath. I hope I didn’t breathe his cum into my lungs. For a fleeting moment, I wonder if it is possible to drown from cum in my lungs?

As I get control of my breathing, I realize that I am not going to drown. I am twice as relieved, knowing that my mother will not have to recover my body from the university, after learning that I died by drowning in cum, as I sucked the cock of a guy I just met. Jeff… or Jake… or is it Jim? I am pretty sure it is a “J” name. I hope it is the overpowering orgasm I just had that is keeping my brain from recalling his name, and not the fact that I am a total slut who sucks the cock of a guy she doesn’t know the name of.

As I contemplate how much of a slut I really am, I start to think,

 "Well, if I am going to condemn myself for being a slut, I might as well go all the way.“

 In that moment, I decide that I am getting fucked for the first time. Well, that is if this guy… J.. something, can get his cock hard again. Realizing the decision is in my hands… literally… I am holding his softening cock in my hand… I start to slowly squeeze and stroke it.

Figuring that I should get J… J… J-dog involved in the decision, I say to him,

 "Um, I loved how your cock felt in my mouth… I would love even more to feel what he is like in my pussy… You want to feel your big, thick cock deep inside me?”

“Fuck Yeah,” he enthusiastically agrees. Then in a more subdued way he adds, “But you got to give me a minute… You know… to get ready…”

I do in fact know what he means. I can feel his cock in my hand, clearly not ready to do the pushing that I so desperately need right now. It is not an unpleasant feeling though. I actually really enjoy the soft, flexible feeling of his cock in my hand. It is not fully soft, but just hard enough to weigh heavily in my hand. I squeeze it and I love the way it compresses. It feels like a very warm stress toy. I realize how much I would love to have a cock in this exact state, when I am stressed in class or doing an assignment in my dorm. I shake it and flop it around in my hand and love the way it moves.

“I am suddenly jealous, that guys get to have these things with them all the time. Then I wonder if they hold them and squeeze them when they need stress relief?”

He taps me on the head and rips me from the labyrinth of my twisted thoughts. It is then that I realize that his cock is Very much up for the task at hand… again, my hand…

“Don’t you think you should take off your clothes? Or do you just want me to bend you over and flip up your skirt?” he asks me.

“Oh My,” I think to myself, as I suddenly get the image in my head of him forcing me over the arm of the couch and taking me from behind like an animal. Battling with myself in my mind, I think I should lead him to think I am a lady and do this in a dignified manner. However, I realize that I fucking need this Bad and I need it Now.

Standing up, I reach under my skirt and almost tear my thong as I pull it off my hips and down my legs. Then I turn toward the arm of the couch and lean over it, as I spread my legs. As I turn to look back at him, the desperate look on my face, is all the answer he needs.

I keep looking back as he aims his cock toward my wet, waiting, and Very willing pussy. He doesn’t even use his hands as he pushes it against my swollen and Very sensitive pussy lips. He moves back and forth slightly, making his cock slide along my wet groove. Oh my God, the feeling of the big smooth head is even more amazing against the lips of my pussy, than it was against the lips of my mouth. I squeeze my pussy, trying to kiss it… to suck it into me… I feel his cock start to push my lips open. I realize that he is not moving, it is me, who is moving back, desperately trying to fuck myself onto his cock. I feel him slightly pull back with each of my thrust back. I look up to see him grinning at the desperate look on my face. I finally beg out loud,

 "Please… put it in… Please… fuck me… Please… Fuck me Now…“

Without a word he pushes his cock right into me. I gasp out loud as I literally feel like all of the air is pushed out of my lungs. I am not sure how deep he went with that first thrust, but I feel like I am impaled on the damn thing. I feel so full that I am afraid I will tear in half, if he pushes any deeper. Surprisingly, it is not painful though. Luckily for both of us, I broke my hymen in a tragic accidental fall on a dildo… Okay, I was masturbating. I said my mother made me feel guilty about it. I never said that I didn’t do it. And thank God that I did. This may be the first real cock inside me, but it is Definitely not the first time I have had cock like objects inside me. And my God, the number of cock like objects I have inside me… Well, let’s just say I have been training Very hard for this moment.

Yet, for all of the training I have done, None of it compares to what this feels like for real. Fuck, the heat and hard flexibility of this cock inside me… It is almost indescribable. I feel like he is entering my soul. I feel like his cock is in control of my body and mind. I want this… I want this a Lot. Then, just when I am deciding that this feeling is better than anything I can imagine, he starts to move slowly out and then back in… and it gets better… Much better. I feel like he is turning me inside out, as he slowly pulls his cock out of me. Then he holds it with just the head inside me, keeping me spread so wide. I get desperate for more. Why the Fuck is he holding it there?

I look back pleadingly. I see him smile at me with a devilish grin and then, Slam, he pushes all the way back inside me. Three things happen at the same time. 

1. I feel him pound deep inside me.
2. His big heavy balls Slap against my WAY oversensitive clit.
3. I actually see stars and lose control of my legs as I cum so hard that I am afraid I popped a blood vessel in my head.

 I am not sure if I lose consciousness, but as I ride the most amazing orgasm of my life, I feel like I am flopping around like my whole body is made of jelly, as he continues to hammer away in and out of me. When I feel fluids gushing out of my pussy, I am mortified, thinking that I must have lost control of myself and peed all over his cock, balls and thighs.

He suddenly stops fucking, with his cock half inside me. I am afraid that he is grossed out by my loss of control. I am sure that I will be humiliated when everyone at the university hears about "Annie the incontinent slut”. Then he surprises me by saying, 

“Fuck Yeah… You’re a squirter. I never fucked a squirter before. That was fucking amazing.”

 “That shit splashed out of you so hard, I felt like someone turned a hose on me.”

With my face so red that I am sure it is glowing, I ask him, “So you are not grossed out by That?”

“Fuck No,” he answers and then starts pushing his cock back in and out of me. I am embarrassed by the loud squishing and squelching sounds his cock is making as he fucks in and out of me. Then I feel a weird new feeling. It is like there is a surge of water into me with each thrust in, and a much stronger suction with each pull out. As I realize that I am building to another orgasm, he warns me, “I got to tell you, after I cum once, I can keep going for a Very long time after. The thoughts of this amazing cock fucking me for a Very long time, sends waves of exhilaration through me and I Clench around his cock, telling him,

 "Give me All you got… 
Fuck me hard and long… 
fuck me until I can’t walk.”

My spontaneous haiku has the desired effect, and he Slams into me so hard that his hips Slap on my ass and it stings like he spanked me with his hand. I feel him grab my hips with both hands. He grabs so hard that I can feel his fingers dig into the soft flesh in the hollows of my hip bones. Then just as quickly he releases them, and I feel his hands reach up to unbutton my blouse. Feeling him fumbling with them, I reach up and take over. I quickly have the buttons undone and I wildly flap my arms trying to throw the blouse off of me.

As my blouse finally flies off my wildly flailing arm, I feel his hands grab my bra clasp and almost violently pull it open. Leaning forward like I am, the bra Snaps open and falls down my arms. My 36 double D tits that were straining hard against my bra, are now free and wildly flapping their wings trying to fly away. Well, more flopping than flapping. With each of his hard thrusts into me, I feel my heavy tits bounce forward and Slap against my neck and shoulders. Then I feel them recoil and Slap back against my rib cage and under my arms. Yes, in case you missed it, they are all natural and definitely out of my ability to control them.

He is relentlessly fucking me, and I can already feel my heavy tits start to ache from their wild flopping and bouncing. I am about to reach up to catch them with my hand and arm, to try to stop the bouncing, when I feel him reach around and cup each of my tits in his hands. I feel him hold them just enough, so that that they jiggle and bounce in his hands. The rubbing of my nipples on his palms is driving me fucking insane. He Squeezes my tits and weighs them appreciatively, as he tells me, “You’ve got fucking amazing tits. I love these big fucking tits.”

Then for emphasis, he takes my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, and pulls, and rolls, and Pinches them, which pushes me over a cliff I wasn’t even sure I was standing next to. “Fuck,” I Scream out loud, as once again I feel my fluids gush out of me and my arms give out, as I fall on my face, having another overwhelming orgasm. As my pussy squeezes and spasms around his cock inside me, I keep getting electric shocks of overstimulation, which makes my orgasm continue like a series of explosions that won’t end. All I can think about is the overpowering pleasure and the feeling of that cock filling me and touching me so completely. I have never done drugs, but I imagine this feeling of euphoria must be what drug addicts feel. I know right then and there that I will need to feel this all the time, from now on.

I am suddenly pulled from my post orgasm bliss, by a new sensation. As he continues to slowly push in and out of my pussy, he starts to lightly tease my sensitive butt hole with his thumb. It feels like he is thrumming my sensitive ring with his thumb, like it is a guitar string or something. There is something very naughty and very exciting about it. It is also sending electric shocks of excitement through my entire body with each thrum of his thumb. Each thrum seems to short circuit my brain and it also seems to excite every nerve inside my already overstimulated pussy. I feel my excitement being driven higher and higher. I feel like it will become too much for my body and mind to handle, and I will fucking explode.

“Fuck,” I Scream out, as he changes from a thrumming of my butt hole to a thumping of his thumb on it. Oh my God… I have Never felt anything like this, and it is making my entire body twitch and spasm with each thump. He is doing it at a faster pace now and I can almost feel my pulse beating faster to match his thumping pace. I suddenly realize that I am loudly moaning in a rhythmic pattern, “Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,” over and over, with each thump of his thumb on my butt hole. I also realize that I am pushing back onto his cock desperately to meet his cock pushing into me, at the same pace. I also feel myself pushing back onto that fucking thumb, that is driving me insane.

Feeling how positively my body is reacting to his teasing, on the next thump, he doesn’t stop. He pushes his thumb right past my tight ring. I loudly Gasp, “Oh,” as I feel his thumb Pop past my tight butt hole. I notice immediately how wet and slippery his thumb is, from all of the fluids I recently squirted all over him. I also notice that his thumb doesn’t feel anything like I thought it would. I had thought about anal sex before, but always dismissed the idea because I imagined that it would hurt quite badly. But this… this feels Very different than I feared it would. As I start to squeeze my butt around his thumb, sort of getting a better feel of my sudden intruder, I realize that he is slowly pushing and pulling it in and out of me, in time to his cock’s motion in my pussy. I realize that I Really like this double stimulation.

I start to grind back again, pushing his cock and thumb into me harder and faster. I suddenly feel a desperate need for more. I want him fucking me deep and hard in both of my holes. An image enters my brain of getting fucked like this by two different men… two cocks… one in my pussy and one in my butt… oh my God… do I really want to feel a cock in my butt??? His cock is so much bigger than his thumb, but that damn thumb feels so fucking good right now… These are all the random, wild thoughts racing through my head as I come to the conclusion, 

“Hell Yes, I want to know what his cock will feel like in my butt.”

Before I can chicken out, I turn my head back and meekly tell him,

 "You can put it in my… butt… You know… fuck my butt… if you want…“

"Oh God Yes,” he almost shouts, as I feel him quickly pull his cock from my pussy. I feel empty, physically and emotionally, as that cock is suddenly ripped away from me. However, that emptiness is just as quickly filled when I feel him push that cock right into my butt. Fortunately for me, he didn’t jam it in as deep and as fast as he did when he first entered my pussy. However, it was hard and deep enough to make me feel like I am trying to suck all the oxygen out of the air as I Gasp from the sudden intrusion. As my whole body Clenches in response to the large visitor in my butt, I feel like someone is touching me with live wires. Shock after shock races through my body, and my mind is short circuited as it tries to decide on the right response to having a cock suddenly shoved into my virgin butt hole.

Finally, my brain settles on pleasure, and I realize that my whole-body clench is relaxing, and I am releasing my butt hole’s death grip on his cock. He feels me relax and starts to slowly push more of his cock into me. This makes my brain reconsider its decision and my body puts on the breaks again, resuming my butt’s death grip on his cock. He stops again, which causes my brain and body to give in again. After a seemingly endless series of stops and starts, I feel his hips press against my round fleshy butt, and I realize that he is fully inside me. And when I say fully, I mean Full. I never imagined such a full feeling. I feel like he is touching places that I didn’t even know I had inside me. In fact, I think he is pushing up against my pancreas. Where the heck is the pancreas anyway? It’s got to be up in there somewhere, right?

All thoughts of my pancreas fly out of my head as I feel him slowly draw his cock out of me. I feel like he is pulling my soul out of me through my butt. I almost laugh as I think about the movie “Riddick”, and the scenes where the Necromancer guy is pulling a person’s soul out of them. Except in my case, he is doing it from my butt hole. My urge to laugh is suddenly replaced by an overwhelming pleasure as he draws his cock along something VERY sensitive inside me. I moan out loud as I feel something so fantastic, it should have its own emoji. Then he pushes back in, causing me to start speaking in a language I have never heard before. I think if I could translate the words into English, they would come out as,

 "Oh my god that feels amazing. Fuck me Harder with that amazing cock of yours. Pound me until my guts spill out of my mouth.“

 Instead, to my ears the words sound like,

 "Arga ah ah Gah; gahd…”

Lucky for me, that he is fluent in “Cock Hungry Whore” or he is able to read my mind, because he starts to hammer into me fast and hard. This apparently rattles my brain enough that I can speak English again and I cry out,

 "God! Yes! More! Please!“

Like a true gentleman, he gives me exactly what I asked for. I have to brace my hands to keep from being driven face first into the couch again. I feel my tits flopping wildly again. They even Slap me in the face, as I look down and back, to see if I can see his cock pushing into me. That will teach me to get in the way of those things when they are bouncing out of control. The sudden realization that his heavy balls are Slapping against my sensitive pussy with each thrust, takes my mind off my swinging tits, and drives me headlong toward the cliff of another powerful orgasm.

As he bottoms out and Slap against my pussy one more time, I cum so hard that I let out a scream so high pitched that only dogs can hear it. At that same time, I feel his cock twitch inside me and his hands Clamp around my hips, as he shoots surge after surge after surge of cum Deep inside me. Then he collapses on top of my exhausted body. He is much larger than me and rather muscular. I feel like he will crush me. Again, my mind drifts to my mother and what she will think about her daughter, being crushed to death, with the man’s cock still hard in her ass.

 "Get out of my head Mom… Let me enjoy the feeling of this cock slowly softening in my butt,” I shout in my mind.

As I push all thoughts of my mother out of my head, I begin to really enjoy the feeling of this cock inside my butt. It is still so hot. My God, it is like it is on fire, warming me from the inside. And as it softens, I feel it slowly pulling from me. I feel my butt clenching, trying to hold this cock inside me. I don’t want it to go. I want to keep feeling this cock inside me. I am almost afraid of how empty I will feel when he is finally out of me. Then Pop, his cock finally pulls from my clenching butt hole.

As I feared, I feel empty and long for the cock that was just in my butt. “Justin… That’s his name,” I realize. Then I laugh at the way my brain finally came up with that, as I thought about his cock “just in” my butt.

Hearing me laughing unexpectedly, he asks me, “What… What’s so funny?”

Unable to control my laughter, I try to explain,

 "Justin… your name… and you were just in my butt… and just in my pussy… and just in my mouth…“

 At that point I begin laughing so hard that I can’t say any more.

He barks out a laugh and says,

 "You idiot… my name is Jason." 

Then he continues laughing as he sees the surprised look on my face. If I could lift my arm, I would slap my palm against my head. Instead, I begin laughing hysterically again. We are now both laughing so hard that I feel both of our bodies shaking uncontrollably. Thank God he finally rolls off of me though, or I would have literally died laughing. Well, at least I would go out having been so thoroughly fucked.

Although I would die happy, I sure as Hell would not be happy dying. As I lay here in the afterglow of pleasure I could never have imagined before, all I can think about is,

 "When can I do this again? When can I feel THIS again?”

 This may have been my first experience with a real cock, but I know for sure that it will Definitely not be my last. I want more… so much more. I want to know if all cocks feel like That or if it is just Justin… Jason… whoever… that can make me feel THIS.

 Even now I am thinking about that God of a man in my Chemistry class, and whether a guy that big will have a bigger cock than Jason. Then there is that guy with the dark chocolate skin who lives on the floor above mine in the dorm… Is it true what they say? I am so going to find out. I suddenly realize that there are a great many cocks in the world for me to sample… and I want to sample as many as I can…

I laugh at myself and how just a few hours ago, I was worrying myself to death over whether I was finally going to give up my virginity tonight. After years of being told how immoral sex outside of marriage is, and how sex for other than procreation is a sin,

 I was so wrought with guilt for wanting to experience it. Now, I can’t imagine going without this ever again. Fuck procreation and fuck my mother. I fucking Love the way THIS feels, and there is no fucking way I am abstaining from this ever again. 

In fact, I can’t wait to get my next cock in my hands… in my mouth… in All of me. I have so much lost time to make up for and I can’t wait to start…

By spr1987 for Literotica