Lenarte Artesanato

Late in the Summer of 1982, eighteen years old, a year out of high school and already a beach-going thong and g-string wearer for a couple of years, I decided it was time to branch out a bit more and give the nude beach at San Onofre, California a try. While I’d often given it thought, prior to that point I had the usual reservations that stop most people from going; What if I get an erection? Am I good looking enough? What if I see someone I know?
Fortunately, all of those fears were alleviated on my first visit. I did see three people I knew, but since they too were going nude, I knew there wouldn’t be a problem. Thanks in large part to being young, I was considerably more fit than most and sure enough, I spent a good part of the day with a raging hard on due more to the fact that people were having sex all over the place than from being nude. It was an amazing first day and by early afternoon, I’d twice jacked off watching two of the couples sitting near me fuck and felt fully committed to nudism. That first nude beach experience truly changed my life forever. I had become a genuine “nudist”.
Back then, the beach wasn’t terribly well known and folks went nude and even engaged in sexual activity just about everywhere. It was common to see blowjobs in the parking lot, couples fucking on the trail leading down to the sand and open sex on the beach itself was routine. I began to enjoy the nudist lifestyle so much that eventually I got to a point where on the days I’d go to the beach, I wouldn’t put anything on all day, including driving there and back. In fact, one week I went to the beach six days straight and throughout the full six days remained completely naked, losing count of the number of times I masturbated and even scoring a blowjob from the willing wife of a couple sitting next to me.
On one particular weekday morning just after Labor Day, I arrived at 7:00 and ventured down to what was a largely deserted beach. As was my normal routine, I went for a long walk down the empty stretch of military-owned beach, enjoying the warm sunrise on my naked body. The only other people on the beach now ¼ mile behind me, I began to get aroused and was soon stroking a glorious erection as I walked along the waterline. More focused on my erect cock than on my immediate surroundings, I was suddenly startled to see a small group of people being very active up by the cliffs.
There were five of them in all, two nude couples and a clothed guy sporting a very serious looking video camera on his shoulder. It turned out that he was filming a good looking, middle-aged guy getting his cock sucked by large breasted, twenty-something blonde. The other couple, both in their early thirties, she a petite brunette sporting beautiful, large implants and he very body-builder looking, were sitting close by on a large log, watching the show. For years I’d heard stories about San Onofre having been the setting for some adult films and I suppose part of the reason I always went for long walks was in the hope of catching one in progress, but I never figured I actually would. At that point in my life, I’d been into exhibitionism for a while, even doing some modeling both in erotic swimwear and completely nude. I’d also videoed a girlfriend and I having sex several times for our private viewing pleasure, but I’d never experienced an actual porn flick in the making. Not one to let a good thing go to waste, I slowly walked up the beach to check it out.
About the time I reached them, the cameraman called “cut” and the gorgeous blonde giving the blowjob sucked the guy a few more times before standing up and giving us all an eyeful of her gorgeous body. She kept stroking his cock and kissing him as the cameraman repositioned them and loaded a new tape in the camera. Noticing that the couples had been looking at me, the cameraman turned around and just said “hi”, totally unconcerned that I was standing there watching. With the blonde now on her back, the man knelt between her shapely tanned legs and plunged his cock into her pussy, while the cameraman positioned the lens behind them for a close up. From that point on, he filmed them fucking as they wished as the other couple began to get more into it, feeling each other up as they watched. I decided to enjoy the show too and lay down in the sand stroking my throbbing erection. Eventually, the man pulled out and came, covering the blonde’s enormous breasts with a huge amount of semen as the cameraman moved in close to catch it all on film. The cameraman then positioned the other couple on the blanket and began filming them as they fucked, the first couple now taking their seats on the log. This time, the guy pulled out very quickly, actually flopping back on his ass and cumming all over himself in less than a minute, much to the dismay of both the cameraman and the woman.
“You wanna take over?” the cameraman turned to ask me, exasperated by the fact that he wasn’t done shooting when the guy came.
“M…me?” I asked stupidly.
“Yea YOU! Get laid and get paid!” he said jovially.
“W…well…I’ve never…I mean…I have, but not for real,” I stammered.
“Two hundred bucks today and 2% of the sales,” he explained.
“Well…yeah…okay, uhhh…why not?” I answered, a bit under my breath.
The cameraman directed me to sit on the log and spread my legs. The first couple moved away and I sat down on the log as the beautiful brunette, whom I’d just watched getting fucked, knelt down between my legs and took my pulsating cock in her mouth. The guy who came too soon, picked up his bag and stormed back up the beach in a huff as the first couple walked down to the water for a swim. After a few minutes, the cameraman stopped directing and just kept rolling as Nature took its course. Pretty soon, I was really getting into it, fucking in a variety of positions and even walking her down to fuck her at the waterline so the other couple would be in the background. Finally, after better than thirty minutes, I could stand it no longer, pulled out and fired long streams of cum across the woman’s writhing body as she lay in the sand. She and I made out for few minutes afterward before walking up the beach to watch what we’d done on the replay and I have to admit, the scenes were very good. The shots of her cumming were truly beautiful and the final sequence of me cumming on her with the waves crashing in the background was awesome!
After everyone introduced themselves, Nick, the cameraman, explained that he was filming for Homegrown Video and that they were hoping to get about three hours of film that day and asked if I wanted to do more. Who was I to argue?
We took a fairly long break, Nick working with the camera and explaining the next shoot to us, but as the sun peaked in the midday sky, we were back at it. We shot a fantasy-scenario film wherein the two girls were filmed casually walking down the beach, topless but in tiny thongs, holding hands and occasionally kissing. Eventually, they stopped right in the middle of the beach and sensuously stripped one another’s bikini off. They then walked down and frolicked about in the water for a while before coming out, spreading out a blanket and going down on each other. After each of them had cum, Stan, the other guy, was filmed walking naked down the beach, eventually stumbling across the two girls who were in the midst of a beautiful sixty-nine. He squatted down next to them and strikes up a mock conversation before the girls pulled him down to the blanket and devoured his rigid cock.
A few minutes later, with Erin the buxom blonde and Tracy the brunette, making out in a missionary position with Tracy on top, Stan plunged his ample cock into Tracy. After a few minutes, I watched with a huge hard-on at the ready as Stan pulled his shiny cock out of her pussy and carefully sank it into her ass after she and Erin went back into a sixty-nine. Nick then filmed me casually walking naked up the beach, eventually coming across the horny threesome. As you might have guessed, I was quickly pulled into the little orgy where I immediately sank my cock into Erin’s clean-shaven pussy for several minutes before finally fucking her in the ass as well. Stan and I swapped girls a couple of times before Nick positioned us for the final bit of film. Stan and I were on our backs, cocks buried in the asses of Tracy and Erin, respectively, with the girls facing the camera as we pulled out and sprayed cum up across their abdomens almost simultaneously.
Nick was thrilled, Stan, the girls and I were spent, and we were each $200 richer! I did five more films for Homegrown, a couple more on the beach in San Onofre, the rest at a mansion in Beverly Hills, making a pretty tidy sum of money along the way. Homegrown has become a huge commercial enterprise now, but once in a rare while, I’ll go to San Onofre and catch someone making an armature film. While I haven’t been in any films myself for a while, I certainly would again. Any takers?

He appreciates how she is cat-like, graceful, playful. that she is compact and warm and occasionally dangerous.
her eyes follow His movements with a detached curiosity. He tugs at the leash gently, makes her crawl forward and wait on her hands and knees. Circling her, He admires the view. her skin is luminous, pearl-white. He wills himself back to command, suppressing His strong desire to touch her, for now.
she humors Him with her obedience, and He knows this, though her submission act is sometimes quite convincing. If He were ever to believe it however - there would be the fatal slip.
He leans over and gently taps her right thigh with the end of the leash. “Spread your legs a bit more, little one, show me…” She slides her knee over a few inches and arches her back. “That’s very nice, you are such a good woman. You please your Master very much.”
He walks to her head and unclips the leash from her collar, allowing it to drop to the floor. “Thank you for showing me.” she sits back on her legs and looks up at Him.
What is it about her eyes? When she looks up at him - he feels as though he’s been caught. she smiles wickedly, then lowers herself down to kiss his feet, putting Him in full view of her glorious ass. His cock, having been semi hard from their playtime thus far, stiffens instantly. she wants Him to fuck her.
she raises herself, her smile twitching mischievously as she sees the condition of his trousers. “oh! you do like me, don’t you!” she purrs softly. He caresses her cheek, “But you already knew that.” she meets His eyes as her hands find His zipper. “I like to see how it manifests, physically.”
He’s unzipped, exposed, a drop of pre-cum gathering on the tip of His cock. she licks from the base to the head, swirling her tongue in the stickiness and then pulling away. “Is this my reward, Master? To suck you off and swallow your cum for being such an obedient and devoted servant?”
“Let’s see how you serve me, and then I’ll decide how you will be rewarded.”
She is thrilled by the challenge, He knows that part of her very well, He is able to maneuver around much of her resistance by appealing to her innate perfectionism. She loves to do things well, and to be praised for it. He is amused by the cleverness of it, as his cock enters her throat. How she pretends that she is doing her best to please him, when she knows well that half her best would be more than enough for any man. And He, with his balls tightening, is getting more that he ever hoped for with this woman.
He puts His hand on the back of her head and guides her movement, she moans softly around his cock. She loves to be instructed this way, has proven to be a quick learner. His fingers twist in her hair, pulling her head back so He can look in her eyes while she attends to him.
The things He witnesses in her eyes fascinate Him. There is desire, trust, some sadness - which He finds intriguing - and something else. He cannot define this other thing, except to say that it is always there, though sometimes muted. It sets him on edge, yet it also magnetizes him, makes him want to look into her eyes more, as if he could reach some kind of conclusion if he had more time to explore it.
He pulls her away firmly, “That will do, for now.” She is disappointed and does nothing to hide it, her swollen lips falling into an impatient pout. “I want to make you come.”
Another area He must tread carefully with her, for when she is too often denied she falls to melancholy and morbid thought. “Your desires are not unknown to me.”
She continues her pouting as He re-adjusts and zips up. He takes a seat on the couch and motions for her to join Him. She snuggles close, in his arms she is content - yet she continues to send out silent reproach for His lack of follow through. “You’ve been given what you requested and it’s not open for discussion.”
“Well then, perhaps you could persuade me to adjust my present attitude.” she states flatly, sarcasm her weapon of choice, as her eyes pierce Him.
“I’ll be happy to put you over my knee, if that’s what you’re looking for.” He feels her tense slightly, and it acts as catalyst, “In fact I think that is what will be required.” He pushes her to the floor, where she sits demurely between His legs, looking at the carpet.
He reaches forward and lifts her chin with His fingertips. “Little one,” He summons her attention, knowing however she may resist, she cannot refuse Him. “Offer yourself to me. I know this pleases you, and how you love to please your Master. Don’t you, little one.”
“yes, I want only to please you, Master.” she is breathless, her heart aching from the sound of His voice. He is the only man who has ever touched her like that, with His words, opening her, drawing her to Him.
He guides her to rise to her knees with His fingers still under her chin. He leans to her and kisses her lips gently, then sits back so she can bend over his leg, resting her head on the sofa cushions. “I want you to count this time.”
He begins spanking her sharply and rapidly, she counts silently until He stops. “How many?” “eleven, Master.” “Good. I’m glad you are paying attention today.”
He begins again, moving His hand to a different location but keeping the stokes sharp and consistent. She feels the warmth spreading over her bottom, and knows she is blushing all over her body. Her sex throbs at the teasing of his fingers, so close..
Her mind begins to curl around the shame of her current position. His other hand rests firmly on the small of her back, pushing her down, pinning her against his leg as His palm slaps the tender flesh of her thigh.
She turns her head, pressing her face into the cushions to muffle a whimper. She wants to struggle against him, and is ashamed. Ashamed that she allows herself be so humbled by this older man. Ashamed that he won’t come in her mouth. “How many.”
“I..I lost count, Master, I’m sorry.” Turning her head, she is barely finished stammering when he begins again, with more force. She feels liquid trailing down her thigh. Dripping, so perverse. She wants Him inside her, wants Him to stop spanking and fuck her. Wants Him to bruise her, to leave His mark, and His seed deep, deep inside. She realizes she is moaning softly and is then, again, ashamed. “How many.”
“twenty three, Master.” she is surprised to hear herself talk, and equally surprised that she knows the answer. “Ah, very good.” He caresses her bottom, “your Master is pleased.” His fingers glide down her left buttock to her slit. He leans forward over her and places His other hand on her right buttock, He gently spreads her, hearing the suction of her opening break and then quickly sliding two fingers into her. “Oh, that’s so sweet, little one. Your offering is beautiful.”
He explores her tightness. Inside she feels like velvet. He can smell her arousal, and her scent brings his erection back painfully. She moans “Master.” pleading, as she shifts slightly, her hand snakes back to rub His cock through his trousers. His fingers penetrate deeper, rubbing against her inner walls slowly, methodically. He will bring her to climax this time. Today she will come for Him. “Master, please, use my mouth again. Please let me taste you.”
Is she surrendering to Him now? Is she so desperate to fulfill Him, or simply desperate for her own release? He is gratified by her desire and allows her to adjust her position to facilitate sucking His cock.
She takes Him deep into her throat, massaging the head with her throat muscles. He feels her fighting her gag reflex as He pushes in, until His balls rest against her chin. He pulls his slick fingers from her cunt and starts rubbing them across her tight, pink asshole.
She deep throats Him rhythmically, her stifled moans creating a pleasant vibration along His swollen shaft. He sinks one finger into her asshole and starts moving it in little circles, stretching her, teasing her. His breathing becomes erratic, her mouth feels so good, her saliva is dripping down his scrotum, coating them.
He continues fingering her ass, pushing deep into her, circling, pulling out slow, over and over and over. He’s going to come in her mouth if she doesn’t stop, He’s going to shoot his cum deep into her throat while He fingers her tight little asshole. Her juices are flowing freely down her legs and her bottom is aching from being spanked. She is so beautiful, so dangerously tempting.
He cannot come in her, not yet, He has to make her stop. He stops fingering her, with every ounce of restraint He is able to muster He grabs her hair and lifts her abruptly from her labors.
They kiss hungrily. Her tongue sliding against his, twisting. Her mouth is tender from being used so forcefully and they are both struggling for breath. “Fuck me” she demands as their lips part, he pulls her back, to feel the softness of her mouth again, as he thinks of sinking into her tight little cunt. he is forgetting who is in control here.
He pulls away from the kiss, releasing her hair and encircling her with both arms as she falls onto him, almost sobbing. He draws her across His lap, to cradle her on His left side, parting her slender legs with His right hand, admiring her nakedness, her cooperation. “You are so beautiful.” His fingers run lightly over the slickness between her legs. “So sweet.”
She shaved for Him, He didn’t even have to ask. “Such a good woman.” As He begins to gently rub her swollen clit, she tries to close her legs. He taps her right thigh with two fingers in disapproval. “I want you to remember who is in control, little one.”
Relaxing instantly, she permits Him to position her to His satisfaction. “We are going to have a brief lesson in obedience now.” He spreads her wider this time, hooking her left leg with his foot and dragging it away from the sofa. His fingers brush over her clit once again and she shudders,”Ooh!”
He brings his left hand to her tits, giving each a rough short squeeze and then settling over her right breast. His arm is across her body, restraining her. She struggles, but there is surprising strength, and she is frustrated to be pinned once more. He brings his palm down with a smack on her sex, directly above her clit. She writhes, softly moaning “no, no, no,” but His arm tightens against her, holding her to Him.
“Are you going to obey me?” He slides his palm down over her clit, letting three of his fingers push into her. His arm still vise-like across her torso, he begins casually pinching and twisting her nipple. Tugging at it, torturing it. She tries to arch away from him, but He only pushes his fingers in deeper, feeling a rush of wetness as she tightens around them.
“Look at your beautiful little body. God, that’s nice. Such a sweet little plaything.” He pulls her nipple up until her breast lifts, then releases, as he twists his fingers inside her. “You are going to come for me today.” She has never come for him before, but he has never insisted on it either. “you’re going to come for me, with your legs spread, so I can watch your pussy suck my fingers.”
Her moans are deeper now, she’s close, and His cock is so hard he can barely think. She shakes her head, trying to get clear, not wanting to give in. “no, please. Master, please. no, no.” Her body temperature spikes and he feels heat rolling off of her. “I won’t come for you. I won’t come for you.”
He raises his hand and smacks her sex with his palm once more, “That’s right, offer it to me. Just like that.” Releasing her nipple as His fingers swirl around her clit, He knows she can’t defend herself anymore, knows He’s finally breaking her. He’s on the verge of orgasm himself. His fingers penetrate her brutal, fast, and hard.
He turns his head to speak softly into her ear - “I won’t come for you.” taunting her, with her own words, “I won’t come for you.” Tears stream down her face as she comes, her entire body trembles with her orgasm, his fingers caught inside her contractions, until she goes completely limp in his arms. Victory.
*******
“How long will you make me wait for you?” She whispers hours later, as she drifts in and out of dreams, curled up on his lap like a kitten. He is quiet, stroking her hair, worshipping her while she sleeps.
He appreciates how she is cat-like, graceful, playful. That she is compact, and warm, and occasionally dangerous.

Randy was going to be late, so he pushed down on the accelerator, increasing his speed to eighty-five as he sped up I-85, north of his hometown of Atlanta. It was Friday evening, and he was supposed to meet his lover Mark at his house at six o’clock, and it was already after six. The gym he had been to was packed that afternoon, and he couldn’t rip himself away from the place. There were way too many hot men to look at. But he did skip the showers, and now he tried to make up some time as he drove.
At twenty-three, Randy already had a steady, well paying job, and the gay life in Atlanta was more exciting then he could ever imagine. He and Mark had been seeing each other for about six months, and they were passionate lovers. But Mark was a little more serious about their relationship, and he wanted to move in together, which Randy was hesitant to do. Mark was thirty, and he was ready to settle down. Randy thought of him as he weaved through the traffic. He could see Mark in his mind; about 5′11′, short black hair, mustache, and a nice slim body. Randy began to get an erection as the picture of Mark nude floated through his head. His cock pushed against the flimsy fabric of his shorts, and Randy squeezed it with his left hand as he drove.
Randy didn’t notice the Atlanta City policeman tailing him, and he jumped when he heard the siren blare behind him. He checked his speedometer; it read ninty miles an hour. Randy slowed down and pulled to the right side of the highway, and reluctantly slowed to a stop. He knew he had screwed up. The only problem was that his cock was still at full staff, and he could only try to hide it with his hands as the cop approached his Taurus. Randy could see him in his side mirror as he approached. He looked to be quite handsome, and in fine shape, but it was kind of difficult to tell through his uniform. Men in uniform proved to be one of Randy’s intense turn-on’s, and his heart skipped a beat as the policeman reached his window. The guy was gorgeous, and Randy felt weak.
“Good evening, sir. Liscense and registration please,” the cop requested. Randy took his registration out of the glove box, and fumbled through his wallet to find his license. As he did so he had no choice to expose his bulging crotch. He didn’t say a word as he handed them to the cop. He placed his hands back over his shorts in an attempt to hide his erection.
“Mr. Thompson, how fast do you think you were going?”
“Uhhh, I guess around ninety, officer.”
“Good guess. I clocked you at ninety-three. Any explanation?”
“Well sir, I am just running late. I don’t have any other reason.” Randy’s eyes moved to the officer’s crotch, and he could see the obvious outline of a growing hard-on in his pants. His cock looked to be huge, and Randy felt like rubbing his own dick instead of trying to hide it. Randy looked at the pin on the officer’s chest. It read C. Bryant. The cop was looking over Randy’s license carefully, but it was difficult to really tell where he was looking due to the dark sunglasses he wore. Randy wondered if the cop was checking him out instead.
He could be into guys, Randy thought. Randy knew a cop once who told him most policemen are kinky anyways. Always the bold one, Randy decided to take a chance. He placed his hands on the steering wheel, exposing his raging hard-on, hidden only by his thin shorts. He looked up at the cop, and smiled broadly. He could see a bead of sweat running down the side of the officer’s face, and at that moment the policeman removed his sunglasses. He was definitely looking at Randy’s cock. Randy’s eyes again moved to the growing bulge in the cops pants, and the outline of it was perfect, laying to the left, pushing against his tight trousers. Randy licked his lips without thinking. He was getting to this hunk of a man. The cop tried to keep some semblance of professionalism.
“Mr. Thompson, I will be right back,” he said.
“Sure officer.”
The cop went to his car, and he was only there for about five minutes. During this time Randy kept squeezing his cock over and over. When the officer came back to his car, the head of his dick protruded out from his shorts and the crown glistened with pre-cum. Randy was enjoying this. As the policeman again stood by his car, Randy could see a wet spot on his pants. Sweat was pouring off his face now.
“Randy, I am going to let you off this time, but please keep the speed down. By the way, my name is Charlie. I get off work soon. Would you like to go drink a beer with me?”
Randy was stunned. The guy was asking him out.
“Well Charlie, I would love to do that, but I have to meet my friend Mark at my house. We could meet you.”
Randy could see Charlie was staring at his cock again. He pulled back his shorts to expose the entire length. He heard Charlie groan.
“Great. Do you know of the bar Hideaways?” Charlie asked.
“Yes, been there a few times. It’s a cool place.”
“Meet around eight?” he asked.
“Sure, sounds good.”
“Good. See you then.”
And he got in his patrol car and sped off. Randy told Mark of his experience when he got home, and to his surprise, Mark was all for it. They showered together, ate some dinner, and drove to Hideaways, getting there a little before eight. Charlie was already there, sitting at the bar, surrounded by three other men. Charlie left them as he saw Randy and Mark come in, the he greeted Randy with a hug. Randy introduced Charlie to Mark, and they all sat at a table, getting to know each other.
Randy and Mark wore jeans, but Charlie was dressed in tight shorts and a tank top, and he oozed confidence and sexuality. Randy and Charlie were dominating the conversation, while Mark just seemed to listen. Every once in a while Charlie would sneak a glance at the bulge in Randy’s jeans, and he could feel his stomach churn. It was that special, sexual feeling. Randy could see Charlie’s erection in through his nylon shorts, and it was an even clearer profile of this man’s huge cock. Randy new it was going to be an exciting evening.
As the night wore on, the three men discussed having sex, plain and simple. Randy was pleased to here that Charlie was as submissive as Mark and wild thoughts ran through his mind. It was around 10:30 by then, and he made the strong suggestion that the three of them go somewhere, either to Charlie’s or to Mark’s. Charlie quickly agreed they should go to his house, and the three of them left the bar for the short drive to Charlie’s place.
His house was in a relatively nice part of Atlanta; it was a nice two-story, with a basement. Charlie obviously was making a nice living as a policeman, or perhaps he was just very frugal with his money. At any rate, soon they were sitting at the kitchen table, each man drinking another beer. Randy and Charlie still did most of the talking, with Mark listening attentively. After only a few minutes, Charlie suggested that they all grab a few more beers and head upstairs to the master bedroom. Once there, the three men stripped, without saying a word. Charlie was the first one nude, and he watched as the two men in front of him slowly removed their clothes.
Charlie’s cock was hard, pushing out from the dark patch of pubic hair, and it pulsed to his heartbeat. He watched as Mark knelt in front of Randy; both men were nude now, and Mark began to lick the sides of Randy’s cock. Charlie moved to their side of the bed, and he bent over the edge, right next to Randy. Randy began to massage Charlie’s balls, which were high and tight against his body. Mark was soon taking Randy’s cock deep down his throat, and Randy took his head in his right hand, fucking Mark’s face. Mark was stroking his cock as he went down on Randy, and moaning loudly as Randy’s balls bounced off his chin. He loved sucking Randy.
During the time that Mark and Randy had been seeing each other, Randy had definitely asserted himself as the “top” in the relationship, which suited Mark just fine. He was a natural “bottom”. Mark was very feminine in the way he acted and his slender body and round butt turned Randy into an animal. Mark would give Randy head anywhere he liked. He simply loved the way Randy made love to him, always fucking him in different positions. They would fuck fast and hard one night, and then slowly and softly the next. Mark felt totally dependent on him, and would do most anything to make him happy. Both of them had not slept with any other men since they started seeing each other, but Mark was willing to let Randy have all the fun he wanted with Charlie. If it made Randy happy, it made Mark happy.
Randy had Mark’s shoulder length hair rolled up into a knot in his hand. In this way he could make Mark suck him at any pace he wanted, and Mark always kept up. He was an expert cocksucker, and Randy loved the way Mark’s cheeks sucked in and out as he slid the entire shaft down, and then back up, his throat. But Charlie was something else, and Randy could not take his eyes off that tight hairy ass. Charlie was up on his toes now, moaning softly at Randy’s caressing of his balls. The round cheeks of his ass flexed each time Randy squeezed his nuts, and Randy knew that this man was primed to be fucked. Randy had been in a few threesomes before Mark, and he the situation he was now in reminded him of how sexually exciting it was.
Here he was with two submissive men, and he loved it. He reached farther under Charlie, taking his hard cock in his hand. By this time, Charlie was ready for anything. He hadn’t had a man in months, and he was way too horny for that. Feeling Randy stroke his erection nearly sent him over the edge, but he was able to keep control, barely. Charlie spun around, and dropped to his knees next to Mark. Charlie was still pumping Mark’s mouth full of hard cock, and Charlie inched forward. Randy let go of Mark’s hair, but Mark didn’t miss a beat, keeping up his sucking of Randy’s erection. Charlie began to lick at Randy’s balls, swirling his tongue in circles. Randy finally broke the silence.
“Mark, feed him my cock,” Randy dictated.
Slowly, Mark let Randy’s cock slip out of his mouth. Then he lightly grasped it in his left hand as Randy turned slightly toward Charlie. Mark then guided Randy’s big dick into Charlie’s begging mouth, and Charlie moaned a long sigh of sexual release as he felt the soft skin of Randy’s mouth slide between his lips.
“Yes, that’s it, you cop-stud you, suck my cock, you know you love it,” Randy encouraged. “Mark, go down on him now.”
Mark bent over, and he began to slowly lick the head of Charlie’s dick.
“Ohhhhhhhhmmmmmppphhhhhhhhh,” Charlie groaned as he kept up his oral assault on Randy’s cock. Hearing Randy call him a “cop-stud” had really made his heart skip a beat. He loved that. He wanted Charlie to fuck him; it was that simple. And he had to have it now.
Charlie pulled off of Randy’s cock, and stood up, wrenching his own hard-on out of Mark’s mouth. He partly pushed, partly eased Randy back onto the bed, and crawled on top of him, feeling Randy’s cock slide between the cheeks of his ass. Randy could feel the hair on Charlie’s ass sliding all over his dick, and it made his cock jump. Charlie leaned over and slid his tongue deep into Randy’s mouth, and the two men enjoyed a deep French kiss. Mark jumped up on the bed also, and began to stroke Charlie’s cock with both hands. These three men were now on sexual overdrive, and they writhed and groped like animals.
Charlie got off the bed for a second, and reached into his nightstand drawer, taking out a bottle of lubrication. Mark began to run his tongue up and down the sides of Randy’s cock, keeping him extremely hard. Charlie poured some of the lube into his hand, and began to rub it all over his ass. He stared at Randy’s cock as Mark kept him hard. Charlie rubbed the oil up and down the crack of his ass, and he slowly penetrated himself with his index finger. His muscles instantly relaxed, and he knew he was ready for Randy. He slowly moved back on top of him, and as he did, Mark moved behind him.
Randy pulled Charlie down to him, and once again they shared a passionate kiss. Mark took Randy’s cock in his hand, and began to guide it into Charlie. The head of his cock pushed past the opening, and Randy moaned at the warmth. Mark had never before seen anything so sexy. His man was fucking another man. Mark stood back and stroked his cock, and just watched as Randy pushed deeper into Charlie. Mark was ever-so-lightly squeezing his balls as he jacked off, and he relished in the sight of Randy’s cock driving deeper into Charlie’s round ass. Charlie began to ride up and down on Randy’s cock in a steady rhythm, and Randy was holding Charlie’s cock and balls in his hands, relishing the sight of Charlie’s obvious delight.
“Oh man, oh damn Randy. Fuck me baby. Fuck this tight cop ass,” Charlie whispered.
Mark took the opportunity to stand up on the bed, balancing himself on Charlie’s shoulders, straddling Randy. He offered his cock to Charlie, and Charlie greedily took it in his mouth. Charlie’s hunger for cock was simply overwhelming his senses and he grabbed Mark by his ass, pulling that thick cock in and out of his mouth. Mark was groaning at the pleasure Charlie was giving him. He would take Mark fully in his mouth, and then slowly work his way back to the crown of his cock, finishing the stroke by swirling his tongue in circles around the tip. Then he would dive back down again. Randy was now fucking him at any pace he wanted; he would fuck at a steady rhythm, and then increase his speed. At this point, Randy knew what he wanted to happen. All three men would orgasm together.
“Mark, ready to cum soon?” Randy asked.
Mark was holding the back of Charlie’s head with one hand and massaging his own balls with the other. Charlie was trying to suck the cum right out of him. “Oh yes, yes, Randy. Cop-stud here gives…oh fuck…great…head.”
“Ready, cop-stud?” Charlie’s cock was lubricated with his own pre-cum, and Randy could tell by the feel of this throbbing dick that he was ready. A few more good strokes and Charlie would blast his cum. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm.” That was all Charlie could manage to say, his mouth being filled with Mark’s cock.
The sight of Mark’s ass above him was driving Randy to the edge. He was now motionless; Charlie was doing all the work, continuing to impale that round ass on his cock. A few upward thrusts was all Randy would need to reach his peak, but Charlie would cum first, and then he and Mark would fill Charlie full of cum.
“I’m close, Randy,” Mark called out.
“Mark, when he cums, we cum, got it?” Randy ordered.
“Yessssssssss,” Mark replied.
Randy formed a tunnel with both of his hands, wrapping them around Charlie’s hard cock. He pumped his hands twice, stopped, and squeezed.
Charlie’s eyes were wide open, and as he started to orgasm, he pulled Mark’s cock all the way into his mouth, grabbing at Mark’s ass as hard as he could. Hot streams of fluid began to spray from Charlie’s cock. It was uncontrollable, due to Randy’s cock splitting him open. Charlie could not use his muscles to regulate his orgasm. His cock, with a mind of it’s own now, just blasted cum all over Randy’s body. Charlie never made a sound through all of this.
Randy was amazed by the volume of cum Charlie was raining all over him. His face, neck, shoulders, and chest were being covered in Charlie’s cum. Charlie’s cock felt so incredibly hard in his hands; he could not help but wonder what it would be like to feel it inside him.
Mark was beginning to orgasm as he fucked Charlie’s mouth. His legs shook, and every muscle in his body was tensing up. Randy never sucked his cock like this. It was always the other way around: he would suck Randy before Randy fucked him. He loved Randy, but the thought of cumming in another man’s mouth was incredible for him. Mark threw his head back and closed his eyes. He could feel cum splattering on his legs as Charlie writhed in orgasm. He could feel Charlie squeezing his ass tightly. Mark held Charlie’s head, and he began pump his cum into Charlie’s mouth.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkkkk… Yesssssssssssssssss,” Mark yelled. He started to fuck Charlie’s mouth, driving his cock in and out. He could feel the blasts of air from Charlie’s nostrils as he shot stream after stream of juice into Charlie’s hungry throat. Mark was tossing his head back and forth as he did his best to stay standing as he orgasmed. Mark was feeling total pleasure as Charlie devoured him.
Charlie was concentrating on drinking Mark’s cum, and he made sure he breathed deeply though his nose. He welcomed Mark’s orgasm deep down his throat. His own cock, shooting long streams of hot cum, seemed to be detached from his body, his orgasm off in the distance somewhere. For some reason he thought about his love for all men, his homosexuality a badge of honor to be worn like his police force badge. He loved these two men. He loved them for making him feel so fulfilled.
When Mark started to orgasm, Randy could no longer hold off. He drove his cock into Charlie’s ass one last time, and he erupted, still jacking Charlie’s cock with both hands.
“Ohhhhhhhh…damn…yesssssssssss…cop-stud!” Randy bellowed. His cock grew even harder, and he shot deep into Charlie’s ass. Randy raised his head to see Charlie’s cock still spewing forth streams of cum, and he pointed it directly at his own face, feeling the juice splatter on his lips. It seemed as though his own cum was shooting into Charlie, and then forcing its way back out through that hard dick in front of him. Charlie’s ass was like a furnace, taking in Randy’s fire.
Hearing Randy cum inspired Mark to fuck Charlie’s mouth even faster. He continued to fill his mouth, although the intensity was subsiding. He could only wonder at Charlie’s ability to drink such a huge volume of his fluid.
Charlie stiffened as Randy shot off inside him. His cum was hot, almost burning him from the inside. He loved being filled by men, and he felt total pleasure. He would want it again and again and again.
The three men were all cumming together. Sounds of sex filled the room: groaning, slurping bodies slapping together. It seemed to go on for minutes. Slowly, the sounds began to subside, and the bodies fell from one another. Randy, Mark, and Charlie all rested on the bed next to each other, kissing and feeling each other. After some time, three hard cocks appeared, desiring more caresses. For Randy, Mark, and their cop-stud, the night would go on forever.

**This chapter is also based on a true story**
It was two weeks after I had handed back Laura’s French knickers that I finally got an opportunity to increase my experience in feminine panties. I wasn’t sure how to go about wearing a pair of Laura’s panties right under her nose, in her own bedroom, but I was determined to find a way to do so and it wasn’t long before the opportunity arose to encase my naughty cock in whatever underwear appealed to me that day.
Earlier in that week had been our one years anniversary, and to help satisfy both our desires I had taken Laura underwear shopping at La Senza, Figura and Ann Summers. After much deliberating and trying on (and therefore lots of hiding my hard-on), we settled on two bra/thong sets and a bra/g-string set. The first bra/thong set was pink and very sexy with gorgeous lace trim around the bra and top of the thong. The thong itself made her arse look so sexy and round, and the colour aroused me even more as I imagined what it was like to wear such a sexy piece of underwear.
The second bra/thong set was a risqué, sheer set with a sexy floral green/pink pattern across all of the material. The bra only just obscured her nipples from view and gave her breasts a gorgeous squeeze and push up, but the thong left little to the imagination. It was so smooth and sheer, allowing me to see the beginning of her gorgeous slit, and the whole of it was held together by the same material, just in a ruffled fashion all around the top, it rode up whenever she sat down and it gave me a boner just looking at it and thinking about that sexy strip of material dividing her beautiful arse. I wanted that thong.
In my opinion though, we had saved the best purchase till last. Our final purchase was a black satin g-string/bra set that Laura looked absolutely stunning in. The killer for me was (in this case) the g-string. It had diamante at the back which formed the t-back, and it was so nice to the touch, smooth and cool in my fingers. It also had a nice shiny finish to it which made my cock throb as I though of the cool diamantes at the back pushing into my arse as the slither of material separated my arse cheeks and rubbed my gagging hole while my cock strained the fabric. I couldn’t help but sense that my time to wear different types of Laura’s underwear had come.
From my experience with Laura, I had discovered that she does enjoy a nice, long shower. Washing her hair is a task she doesn’t take lightly, which means that she can be in the shower for anything up to about half an hour at a time. It took me almost a whole week of showers for me to realise that this meant I could finally indulge my fantasies and experiment with the other panties that my girlfriend had in her drawer.
Tuesday came around, and so did I. Laura had just got up (it was about 11:30am) and we greeted each other with a big hug and a kiss that made my cock start to bulge in my trousers. Laura smiled at me.
“Not today you! After our little shopping spree the other day I was hoping to model my new underwear for you but I came on last night so I’m not really in the mood at all!” Laura sighed, “Besides, I need to shower and wash my hair.”
I kissed her again as I saw my opportunity, “It’s ok babe, I really don’t mind,” I smiled as I felt my cock start to harden more. “The thought of you in the shower is enough for me.”
Laura reached down and squeezed my bulge gently as she said “Oh honey is that because of me? Are you having naughty, dirty thoughts about me in my sexy new underwear?”
There was no point in lying, but if only she knew.
“Mmm you can read me like a book Laura, you know I can’t resist the thought of those sexy knickers,” I kissed her again and she broke away with a contented smile on her face.
“Ok you, make yourself at home because you know how long I’ll take. I’ll be about half an hour ok. No spying!”
For once, I didn’t intend to spy. I settled down on her bed while I watched her bustle in and out grabbing brushes, towels, lotions and shampoos. Finally I heard the bathroom door lock and the shower come on with a satisfying gurgle in the next room. It was time for me to have some fun.
Sadly for me, the only pair of panties she hadn’t yet worn was the black g-string. However, I decided that I should ease myself into those most feminine of undergarments slowly, so I left her two g-strings for another day. One thing I love about Laura is that she has lots of thongs - and it had just been washing day so they were all piled (rather haphazardly) into her knicker drawer. I raided it quickly, picking out the floral sheer pair, the new lacy pink pair, and a plain white thong that I had long harboured naughty desires for. After a longing gaze at her sexy g-strings and lace topped black nylon stockings I loosened my belt and flopped down on the bed, placing my new underwear to one side. I grabbed Laura’s spare towel and lay on it to prevent any accidents.
I quickly pulled off my jeans, boxer shorts and t-shirt so I had full view and access to my soon-to-be knicker clad cock. I picked the sheer floral thong first as I thought it was the second-most feminine, and I wasn’t bothered so much about the white pair - they could potentially wait for another day. As I pulled the sexy underwear up over my knees I felt the surge of naughtiness, dirtiness and feminism surge through my body and my cock, urging me to go further with Laura’s thong and secure it snugly and properly where it should be. I pulled it up and up until it fit so sexily between my arse cheeks with my cock sticking lewdly out from the top. Words couldn’t describe how naughty and feminine I felt, with my girlfriend a blissfully unaware 2 metres from me on the other side of the wall. My cock was throbbing hard and I absolutely adored the feel of the material against my arsehole, I couldn’t believe how much this was turning me on and I knew that I wouldn’t last much longer without cumming, so I removed the floral thong and reached for the super girly, pink and lacy thong that was lying next to me.
My heart raced and my breath and hands trembled as I fingered the soft material of the thong and the crotch, my other hand slowly squeezing my now aching 7inch cock. I felt so naughty it was divine, and I loved the idea of being able to indulge without anybody knowing. As soon as I put my feet into the thong and drew it up to around my knees, I could feel the orgasm swelling inside my full balls. As I pulled the thong into place and pulled it higher to tease my arse I felt my cock begin to stiffen more, but before I came I wanted to check my arse out in these gorgeous panties. I rolled onto my side and got a look at my arse. What I saw drove me over the edge. My masculine arse had suddenly become so feminine when Laura’s sexy panties had been put into place, and the sight of the material appearing from between my cheeks in that sexy pink V made me cum so hard, all over my chest and the towel I had placed down. Luckily none went in the panties as my cock had been peeking out of the top.
I bathed in the delight of being such a naughty little panty-boy and how I loved dressing in Laura’s sexy knickers. I wanted to do it again and again until I had worn every pair in Laura’s drawer, and I quickly decided that next time I had the opportunity I was going to take the plunge and try a g-string. The thought of that made my cock throb again, which woke me from my stupor and galvanised me into panty hiding action. I quickly placed all of her panties back in the drawer and cleaned myself up with a few tissues, replacing my “proper” underwear and t-shirt and jeans as I went along.
Five minutes later I heard the bathroom door unlock and a clean, dry Laura emerged into the bathroom. I looked up from my mobile phone and smiled. Her towel just covered her breasts and arse, and as she reached into her underwear drawer she asked me what pair I would like her to wear.
I answered with a smile - “Could you wear that new black g-string we bought the other day baby? I’m dying to see you in it.”
Laura giggled and reached for it out of the drawer, “I’ll wear it, but you aren’t allowed to see me in it until I can show you properly ok gorgeous?”
I feigned disappointment, “Oh well, at least it’s been worn.”
**To be continued**

In the locker room as Jeff and Matt Hardy prepared for their match against The Undertaker and “The Big Red Machine” Kane even though it was in an hour they were really nervous because it was their first title defence. They were getting changed and putting on their boots and were ready,but there was one problem WHERE WAS LITA????
They couldn’t go without her. Jeff decided he would go to Lita’s locker room and find out what was taking her. He ran to her locker room. “Hey slow down”she said as he bumped into her along the way. “Come on we got a match to go to” he said panicking. “Hey Jeff relax,whats the matter ,are you nervous?”she said in a calm voice. “kinda yeah”he said. “Ok follow me,I have an idea on how to make you feel better”she said in a vey sexy voice. they reached her locker room and as Jeff closed the door behind him Lita grabbed his combats and pulled the zip down,pulled down his boxers and started to suck his cock. Before long Jeffs 9″ cock was fully erect in Litas mouth! .
Jeff moaned as he could feel he was about to cum. Lita knew this as she heard Jeff moan. He shot his load in her mouth. Lita then began to strip right down to her new red thong. Jeff’s eyes followed her thong as she slid it off and kicked it to one side. Jeff stood amazed as he looked at Litas body with lust. “Little over-dressed,aren’t we Jeff”she said. Jeff immediately stripped. After seeing Lita naked,his dick was rock hard again. Lita layed on the couch and Jeff went over and spread her legs wide open and began to lick her pussy lips. He began to move his tonuge up and down her wet slit,her was teasing her because he knew by her moans she wanted his tonuge inside her. ”
Jeff suck my pussy,eat my pussy”she screamed. He entered his tonuge deep inside her neatly trimmed,beautiful smelling pussy. “ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Jeff,ooooohhhhhhhh fuck YYEEEESSSSSSS!!!make me cum”. Jeff felt her pussy tighten on his tonuge,he felt the juicies flow by his tonuge and all over his lips. “Mmmmmmmmm”said Je! ff. “Let me taste”sadi Lita as she kissed Jeff. “My turn”said Jeff as he pushed Lita back onto the couch. He turned Lita over on her belly,”fuck my ass Jeff hard”. Jeff licked his lips at the thougth of fucking Lita’s cute tight asshole. He entered it slowly and as Lita groaned he entered his long 9″ cock fully into her asshole.
As Jeff was doing this Lita began to rub her clit. Lita’s moans of pain soon turned to pleasure as Jeff rammed his cock into her even harder. “Ooohhhh Jeff fuck my asshole,fuck it good, ooohhh yessssss”. Jeff couldn’t stand it any longer and shot his load in Lita’s and as this happened Lita came again and Jeff turned her over and began to lick the remaining juice of her pussy. They ran back to the locker room and saw Matt pacing up and down the locker room. “What the hell have you two been donig?”Lita looked at Jeff with a sexy grin,”why don’t I show you?”. In another locker room Stephanie MacMahon Hemesley was talking to her husband! HHH and…
To Be Continued…

Part V: Wife Plays
She spent a couple of hours modeling lingerie, stockings, shoes and dresses for me. We settled for a black, skin tight, strapless dress with a laced hem that underscored her inviting thighs. Marie selected black leather pumps, black stockings with matching garters and a stunning burgundy bra with seductive frilly threadwork. Looking at her I realized that I was beginning to lust after my own wife. The saleslady allowed her to keep the outfit as Marie intended to wear it to dinner.
We had a light, late afternoon dinner downtown where Marie could show off her smoking attire. The men stared everywhere we went. Much to my delight she also attracted allot of attention from the women. One beautiful redhead came over to our table and asked Marie where she bought the dress. This woman reached out to touch the dress and gave Marie a seductive caress on her uncovered shoulder. My wife had begun to explain the store’s location but was dazed by her touch. They looked into each other’s eyes and sent enticing glances at each other as they spoke. The redhead walked back to her stool at the bar and wiggled her firm ass in our direction as she left. She had fire engine red lipstick, a skin tight white tea shirt and red pumps under her provocative jeans. “She would look so good on you Marie, what do you think” I asked.
“She has the softest lips I have seen on a woman” she said with a wanting sigh.
“Stunning lipstick, don’t you think. I wonder what flavor” I wondered out loud. Marie couldn’t take her eyes off of her. “I want you to find out sweetheart, go over and kiss her” I suggested.
“I…I……. in public……she’s a ………..she’s a woman!! I don’t know if I can honey” she lamented.
“C’mon, she’s sitting at the bar all alone”. I hoped this would provide her with the confidence she needed to pull it off. Marie stood up, straightened her wobbly knees and headed for the woman. Once there she placed her arm around her waist, spoke for 10 seconds and then leaned in towards her. Marie’s body was standing up against the side of the redheads’ hips. They brought their lips together for a gentle, innocent kiss.
“Hum”, I overheard my wife say, definitely cherry. She leaned again only this time I could see their tongues coming together. That magical kiss went on for about 10 seconds and completely blew me away. It’s a good thing the bar area was still empty of the heavy evening crowd. They chatted some more and then both headed for the bathroom. What was this I thought, this wasn’t part of the script. They disappeared into the ladies washroom for what seemed an eternity. After 5 minutes I went to see what was going on only to find the ladies room locked. I placed my ear to the door and heard some distant moans coming from inside. My cellular phone once was put to use as I dialed her number. The ring from her phone resonated throughout the bathroom. She picked up after the fourth ring and moaned “what honey”.
“What’s going on babe, you’re having fun without me again”.
“Sweetheart, this chick has the hottest clit I have ever seen and she tastes good too. I’m not letting anyone in until she fills my face with her juices” she let out in a low voice. She was nice enough to let me know that she was kneeling down in front of her friend who was herself sitting on the sink. She left the phone on so I could hear the moans. The sounds intensified as the Redhead seemed to be heading for one big climax. I could hear them let a out a wail of pleasure and then the slurping sounds of deep kisses was all that came through my ear piece. I went back to my seat numb by the thought of my wife eating another woman’s pussy. The redhead joined me at the table a few minutes later.
“Your wife is awesome dude” she boldly stated. “The three of us should get together some night for a real party” and planted a kiss on my cheek. Marie came back to the table just as her friend left. Her hair was somewhat disheveled and her breathing was still erratic.
“Your back already, I thought you would let her go down on you too”?
“That was my plan but someone started pounding on the door demanding to be let in. We had no choice but to open the door and let her in. My pussy needs a fix badly honey. Please take me here, in the car, in the parking lot. I need a cock in me bad”.
We paid the check and headed straight for the van. Marie demanded to get fucked as she had been eaten by Billy with no result and never got off with the Redhead. “I need you to fill me up badly” she asked. It was 8 PM and figured it was time to go meet her gas pump acquaintance at The Glass House.
I played with her pussy as we drove over to the Night Club. I told her I wanted her to go into the place to meet this guy if he was there. She was to take him back to the van and do whatever she wanted with him and I promised, no phone calls this time. We walked in separately and headed in different directions. She was standing alone at a bar at the far end of the establishment when a man went over and offered her a drink. I could see her turn around, smile and plant a kiss on his lips. It was the stud from the gas station. They chatted and within minutes he had his hand on her ass, under her skirt. This guy didn’t waste any time. I decided to head for the van and assume the same position I had today so that I could take in all the action.
Lying there alone in the dark gave me a chance to review the events of the last 24 hours. What started out as a potential threesome had turned into a voyeuristic adventure the likes of which I never thought possible. I had my cock out and was slowly moving my hand up and down the shaft in anticipation of what was about to happen.
They walked towards the van arm in arm and were kissing as she removed the keys from her purse. The side door slid open and she got in ahead of him. This gave him a good view of her soft skinned ass. He locked the door behind him and drove his tongue deep in her. They moaned passionately as I heard her kick her shoes off.
“I’m gonna fuck you hard slut, is that OK. Is that what you want” he murmured.
“That’s why your here handsome” she replied. “Ram that cock into me” she begged. I could hear her rummaging through her purse for condoms and offered him the first one she found. He laughed and claimed his dick preferred skinny dipping. Marie protested that she would not do this without protection. I began to get a little nervous. We’ve known for years that she was unable to have kids, this was more an issue of safe sex. He lifted her up by the ankles and threw her legs over his shoulders. “Honey, I’m as clean as you can get. Don’t worry about that. I suggest you lie back and enjoy the fuck cause I’m gonna fill you up whether you like it or not” he decreed. She began to slap his shoulders and beg him to let her go but he was just too strong. I on the other hand was frozen. My wife was about to get fucked against her will …… raped!! My head was telling me to intervene and throw the prick out of the van but my dick was holding me back. Of all the excitement I experienced over the past few hours, none matched the thrill I was feeling now. The words “I’m as clean as you can get” kept echoing in my head. By the time I had decided to allow this to continue, he had jammed his cock deep inside her fragile pussy.
“Pleaseeee” she screamed “You’re doing this against my will, I’ll ……. I’ll …….. call the cops”.
“Nice try” he laughed confidently as he began to thrust.
“My husband is right outside, he’ll catch us and have your head” she pleaded.
“Look bitch, your pussy is dripping wet. You want this as much as I do, your cunt doesn’t lie. Feel this!” he said as I felt the whole van rock sideways. He must have drilled his dick so deep into her that it made her squeal. I couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure. He continued to drive his cock deeper and deeper with every thrust. Marie became silent and only grunted every time he pushed into her. I was franticly stroking my cock and about to bring myself to a monstrous orgasm.
“Ok …uh ….. ok, fuck me all you want. You feel so good. Just don’t cum inside” She begged.
“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum” he cried. “Godamn am I ever gonna fill you up. Can you feel it slut, can you feel my cock about to explode deep in your cunt” he teased. Marie was breathing hard. I lifted my head ever so slightly to see if she was OK. I was shocked to find her arms wrapped around his shoulders. She was enjoying this.
“Kiss me” she implored as he pounded her. The two exchanged violent kisses.
“Oh my you are about to cum, I could feel you growing. Please stop, I’m not ready yet. I want us to cum together. She urged. He didn’t seem to stop. The van kept rocking to the same motion, unabated.
“I’m …………… gonna …………………C…..U………….MMMMMMMMMMMMM” he wailed and shot his load into her. My own breathing was out of control and my hand pressed my cock hard. I began shooting my load into a tissue paper just as he was emptying himself into my wife’s cunt.
“Ah. Ah, damn your spunk is hot” Marie moaned. “Oh keep on pouring that juice into me, I’m gonna cum too”. Suddenly he pulled out and said “Oh baby your a great fuck, I hope you enjoyed it. Marie was stunned back into reality.
“No. No” she pleaded. “I haven’t cum yet please, please put it back, put it back. Finger me, eat me” she screamed. I heard him zip his pants up and open the door. “I have to meet someone and I’m very late, sorry hun. Maybe next time” he said and shut the van door behind him. I lay motionless and listened to Marie playing with herself. “Fucking animal” she muttered to herself and then sat up. She took a few minutes to regain her composure. Marie brushed her hair, reapplied her lipstick and headed back inside. I rushed out of the van and headed for the side entrance of the club.
She walked over my way once she found me standing near the disc jockey’s box. “How was it” I asked as I kissed her cheek.
“Average” she replied. “No one gets me off like you, I need you” and with that gave me a hug followed by a kiss. I slid my hand up her cunt and felt the spunk he left behind. I wasn’t going to push her to tell me that he had gone against her will. She didn’t seem to distraught over his cumming inside her. In fact it looked like she enjoyed having another man coat the walls of her pussy with his hot sperm. My watch showed 9:30, Jimmy would be over to the house soon for my grand finale. “Let’s go home” I said.
To Be Continued…

I have been married to Will for 23 years. We were married when I was 19 and he was 23. I was sexually active before marriage, but not easy. Prior to Will, I had made love to about 10 different guys. There was something about Will that broke down my resistance. We made love on our second date. During the years of marriage we tried all kinds of sexual games, from simple role playing to wife swapping. I even danced nude, at a local club a couple of times for him. But he always seemed to want more. During the last four or five years, we have been at odds over my refusal to participate in any more sexual actives, involving other people.
As a result our marriage was not in the best condition. Will had asked for me to let him watch me, make love to another man for a long time. We had tried it once with less than satisfactory results. We selected, an out of town friend, who was discreet. He was so nervous that he could not get an erection, although he did give me several orgasms with his tongue and fingers. My husband wanted me to pickup a stranger for sex. He thought that a horny stranger would not be so nervous. I told him to not even think about it, but I know that he does. Will has told me some of his fantasies, where he watches me with another guy without the guy knowing it or with him present as an observer and/or participant. The thought of giving myself to another man is exciting but due to my upbringing and fear of aids, It did not feel right.
Recently a friend from school, who did some traveling for her company, was in town for the weekend. I visited her at the hotel where she was staying. We talked for hours catching up on old times. She told me that she had picked up a good-looking guy from the hotel bar the week before. He had taken her back to his room and screwed the living daylights of her. I was surprised to hear her story and asked her how she could do that being married and all. She said that her husband encouraged her to do it. They had talked on the phone and when she told him that she was horny, he told her to go get laid. Then he told her that he really wanted her to have sex with another man.
She thought he was kidding her, so she decided to call his bluff. She went down to the bar and struck up a conversation with a man, she called Frank. She told him about the conversation she’d had with her husband. He volunteered to be her lover for the evening but all she wanted him to do was help her play a joke on her husband. They went to a phone and called him, holding the phone so both of them could hear. She told him that a suitable mate had been found and that they were heading to the room for sex. He asked her what he looked like. After she described her pickup, she told him that Frank was nervous and wanted to make sure it was ok with him. Her husband told her it was fine by him, but wanted some photographic proof.
Frank said, “no problem, we will take some.”
Her husband said, “great, have fun,” then hung up.
My friend was stuck, her pickup was smiling and looked her body over with great interest knowing that her husband had just given his permission. She decided what the hell and went up to his room.
They had taken nine or ten photos of themselves using the timer on the camera. The photos showed them undressing, fondling each other, having oral sex and three or four shots with his member inside her. She said that when she showed her husband the photos he got so excited that he made love to her three times that night. When she left on this trip, he let her know that he was looking forward to more photos. I asked if she was going to pick someone up tonight. She was looking forward to going downstairs to see if there were any likely candidates. As I was leaving, I told her to be careful and have fun. On the drive home I could not get my mind off the things she had told me. The parallels between her relationship and mine were astounding. By the time I got home I had decided on a course of action. Will had a surprise cumming and he did not know it. The more I thought about it the more excited I became.
A few weeks later, Will had made a big real estate deal and wanted to celebrate. Little did he know how much he and I would enjoy the celebration. I reserved two adjoining rooms at a hotel. The rooms shared the same balcony with a four foot fence dividing it. With the lights on inside the room the windows to the balcony turned into mirrors and I could not see out but a person outside could see in perfectly. I told Will that I had made dinner reservations for Saturday night and that we were going to celebrate the big deal then. He wanted to know what else we were going to do.
I gave him a knowing smile and said, “I’ll think of something.”
“I hope it has something to do with sex,” he replied.
“We will see,” was all I said.
During the next few days I could not sit still, anticipating what I was planning to do. I decided that I needed a new dress for the occasion. I found a dark blue silk dress with a tight fitting bottom ending about mid-thigh and a bloused low cut top. When I put it on without a bra, I noticed that by bending about 20 degrees my breasts were visible to anyone within three or four feet. I knew that Will liked me braless and figured other men would too. While looking at myself in the dress, anticipating the male reaction I hoped to provoke, I felt my body blush and lubricate. It was hard not to touch myself right there in the fitting room.
On Saturday night I made Will wait twenty minutes for me after he was ready. After all, a woman has to look the part when she is on the make. I even shaved all the hair from between my legs. When he saw me, his eyes lit up and he licked his lips.
Smiling at me wickedly, he told me, “You look like any man’s wet dream. Who are you trying to seduce.”
I winked, “I do not know what you are talking about.” From the way I was dressed he could tell something was up. I had matched the dress with stockings and a garter belt and I looked as hot as I felt.
When we got to the restaurant we discovered our reservation was messed up and we would have to wait about two hours. We went to the hotel bar for a drink. As we sat there, I could not help wondering if my friend had picked up another guy here a few weeks ago.
I was thinking about her having sex in the room where we talked, when Will said, “that guy over there is giving you the eye.”
When I looked at the guy, he winked at me, holding his glass in salute. I nodded thank you and quickly looked away, but not before noticing how handsome he was. He must have come from the pool since he was wearing a tight swimsuit and a tank top. He appeared to be in his middle thirties, trim and firm. The way his suit stretched out between his legs was very promising. When I glanced at him again, he was still looking at me. When he saw my glance, he used his hand to readjust his equipment. What started out a promise turned into reality.
My husband said, “it looks like you have a second date tonight.”
“What do you mean by that?” I replied.
“That guy wants you in bed with him, as soon as possible.” he said.
I knew he was right but the direction this conversation was going was testing my resolve. I played dumb a little while longer by saying, “oh really!”
Will leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I’ll bet that if you went over and exchanged pleasantries for a few moments and then asked him if he wanted to have sex with you, as long as I was present. He would agree.”
I thought that the chances this guy would agree were pretty good, now if I only had the courage to stand up and walk over there.
But I said, “he probably won’t, but I might ask him just to be sure.”
“Well go ahead and talk to him.” He said.
“But what if he really does agree?” I wondered.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“Well then I guess I am committed, aren’t I?”
“I guess so!” he replied.
I was a little nervous and during our conversation I shifted on my seat and recrossed my legs several times. I discovered that my dress had ridden several inches, above my stocking tops. Realizing that with my legs pointed toward him, he could see my bare pussy each time I recrossed my legs. When I looked at him, the look on his face told me what he had seen. I blushed bright red, realizing that my pussy had made my decision for me. When I looked at Will, he must have noticed the same thing.
He smiled and said, “go on, it will be fun.”
“All right, dammit, I will.” I said standing up.
With butterflies in my stomach and rubber in my legs, I made my way over to the bar. When I perched on the bar stool next to him.
“Hi, my name is Alex,” and held out his hand.
“Jackie” I stammered.
“You are quite lovely you know.” He replied in a smooth southern accent, his bright blue eyes stripping me naked as he looked at me. We talked about stupid things for a few minutes.
Bringing the subject back to sex he said, “I really like your hair do, or is it lack of hair with lots of dew.”
My pussy contracted at the obvious reference to its hairless condition. “You saw that did you?” I asked.
“I thought you were showing it to me on purpose, weren’t you?”
“I guess I was without realizing it.” I thought, but said, “no it was an accident.”
“Is it ok for me to sit here and watch your accidents or would you like to come to my room for several collisions?” He asked.
There it was, the invitation. I could not believe this was happening this fast. Realizing that this was my last chance to back out I found myself saying, “my husband has always wanted to see me have sex with a stranger, so if you are that stranger and don’t mind my husband cumming along with his camera, things may work out or in, as the case maybe.”
Alex looked at Will who smiled at him. Then turning back to me, he leaned over, putting a hand on my knee slipping it between my legs, touching my wet pussy, and said, “I’m your stranger and ready to go when you are.” The thrill of his touch and the thought of having sex with this guy made me shake with desire.
Will and Alex backed me into the corner of the vacant elevator. I closed my eyes and tried to figure out whose hands were whose. By the time we reached his floor, my dress was bunched around my waist from the bottom up and the top down. My breasts and nipples were touched and kissed. My pussy and clit were touched and invaded by several different hands. Once we were safely in his room. Will took a seat on a chair near the bed. Alex and I sat on the bed. Alex turned me toward him and kissed me very senuously. When he broke the kiss, he stood in front of me and pulled me to a standing position. Moving his hands to my shoulders, he slid my dress off of them. Pulling off his shirt, showing me his well-developed chest. He began to nibble on my neck and on down to my breasts. He licked and sucked them for a few minutes, while his hand worked my dress the rest of the way off. Reaching behind me he undid my garter. Pushing me back on the bed he removed his shorts. His member bounced up when it was released, I watched it bob while Alex rolled my stockings off. It was larger than Will’s, about seven inches long and pretty thick. He urged me into the middle of the bed and crawling between my legs, putting a finger on each side of my pussy, he held me open and lowering his head, he licked my clit.
I had been anticipating this moment for almost a week but the reality turned out to be much better than my imagination. His tongue was sending jolts of electric pleasure through my entire body. I felt him shift on the bed, then a finger began to probe into me. My hips began to move as I felt my orgasm start to build. As a second finger began to move in and out of me, Alex increased the speed of his licking. His fingers found my g-spot and began to rub it. Without conscious thought, my legs moved farther apart giving him better access to my sex. My body was trembling and I could feel my orgasm begin to peak. Then there it was, my hips pushed my pussy onto his fingers. Sitting up he replaced his tongue with his thumb, rubbing my clit from side to side and sliding two fingers in and out. As I was cumming down the backside of my orgasm, I looked at Alex. He was stroking his very hard dick and I knew that in a few seconds that dick would be put inside of me. Glancing at the chair I discovered Will was not in it. Looking around I spotted him with his camera. He had been taking photos and I did not even know it. He gave me a big smile and blew me a kiss.
Alex began to position himself between my legs, drawing my attention back to his intentions. I felt him slide part way in then stop.
When I looked at him, he said, “do you want my hard cock deep inside you?”
I nodded my head and moved my hips toward him.
“No” he said, pulling almost all the way out, “say it!”
The sex goddess took control of my speech and said, “I want your hard cock deep inside me, now!”
The word, now, became nnnooooowww! Alex had begun to slide his member into me as the sex goddess spoke. He hit bottom on the word, now. He began to fuck into me at a steady pace. My hands grabbed the back of my knees pulling them out and back, spreading myself as I moved my hips into his. I thought his size would be a problem but as wet as I was, I was able to take all that he could give. The sensations his larger cock was giving me were new and erotically thrilling. Alex began to increase the speed and depth of his thrusts. The angle of his cock entering me caused my clit to rub against his thrusting member. My orgasm came from nowhere, sending me over the edge with no warning. Alex must have felt my muscles contract. He buried himself inside me while my pussy spasmed, which made it more enjoyable. After I relaxed, he pulled out and asked me to turn over.
I heard my husband tell Alex, “put a couple of pillow under her hips.”
I love this position and Will knew it. In this position, I lay face down with the pillows under my hips. This elevates my pussy and Will says, when I spread my legs, the view from behind is breathtaking. My ears were listening when, I spread my legs and wiggled my butt. Sure enough I heard two sharp intakes. The bitch in me realized the power I had over these two men slash boys. All I needed to do was threaten to get dressed and go home. They would give me anything they could, to keep me right where I was. Fortunately for them, I was in exactly the place, I wanted to be. Alex moved between my legs and placed his hard penis against my pussy. I put my hand underneath me between my legs and grabbed his cock.
Alex started to slide his member in and out of my hand. Each time he slid in, his cock would bounce on my clit. It felt silky hard and very big. He changed the angle of his thrusts and slid back into me. Now it was my turn to take a sharp breath. My fingers moved to my button and began to stroke it, the way only I know how to. Alex was pounding in and out of me, moaning how good I felt and looked, to him. My body was on fire. I don’t remember ever being this turned on. His cock was driving into me and I was driving my pussy onto him. My orgasm was almost there, when I heard Alex say he was getting very close. Then wham it hit me, I pushed and held my pussy up, letting him thrust into me over and over and deeper and deeper again. My pussy was clamping down on him each time he pushed in. I felt his cock begin to swell and pulse deep inside me, as he came and my orgasm washed over me.
A few minutes later, Alex moved off me. My husband rolled me over and smiled at me, showing me his hard cock. He took me in his arms kissing me and sliding his cock into me at the same time. He then went on to make love to me as only long time lovers can. He gave me another orgasm, cumming with me explosively. When we looked around, we found that Alex had left. We rested in bed for ten or fifteen minutes. Our stomachs reminded us that we had not had dinner. So, we took a quick shower and left Alex’s room. Dressed again, in my man killer dress we headed for the restaurant.
I felt great and was still excited by what had just happened. Will was all smiles and puffed up with pride at having me for his wife. At dinner, after we ordered, the waiter came back with an expensive bottle of wine for us. He told us it was from the man at the bar. We looked up to see Alex. I went to him and gave him a big kiss and a hug to say thank you. He told me that it had been a real pleasure getting to know you, then he left. Will is not a wine drinker, so I managed to consume three quarters of the bottle during dinner. By the time we were paying the bill, I was feeling pretty tipsy and very horny. Will told me he had to use the bathroom. I went to the bar with my glass of wine to wait for him. As I walked to the bar, this really cute kid about twenty-five gave me the eye. I sat two stools away from him and boldly watched him back.
He smiled and moved next to me saying, “hi, I’m Mike, and I think you are the hottest woman I have ever seen.”
This was a bold cocky young man, but he had just met his match. The wine and the erotic nature of this night combined with the itch that was developing between my legs, prompted me to say in my Mae West voice, “Why thank you, big boy, but is that a pickle in your pocket or are you just really glad to see me?”
“Oh that’s no pickle ma’am, I am, really, glad to see you,” he replied.
Once the ice was broken, with a few minutes of normal conversation, during which Mike told me he had just won 20 thousand dollars playing craps but was here alone and wanted to share his good fortune with someone. I asked him what he was going to do with all that money.
“I would like to find a woman like you, who would be my lover to night.” He replied.
“How much is it worth to you?” I asked.
Mike thought for a moment, while his eyes moved over me with x-ray vision and said, “I’ll give you two thousand dollars to have sex with me, the way I want.”
“What exactly what is your way?” I wondered.
“I want you to dance naked for me, while playing with yourself. I want you to show me your body openly, putting your fingers inside and cumming for me. Then I want you to fuck me like a found lost lover.”
His good fortune was certainly rubbing off on me. While I was thinking over his proposal, I saw Will cumming back from the bathroom. I waved him away thinking, this is perfect, now I’ll get to use the hotel rooms I rented. Will would get to watch this young man fuck me, without him knowing he was being watched. And he was going to give me two thousand dollars for something I was more than willing to do anyway. I told him his terms were acceptable, but after we were done, he would leave when I told him to. He said that would be fine since he had an early flight home. I gave him my room number and told him to meet me there in thirty minutes, which gave me time to freshen up. I gave him a nice kiss and rubbed my breasts on his shoulder on the way out. Will followed me out pretending that he did not know me until we were on the elevator.
“Where are we going?” He asked.
“To my room,” I replied showing him my room keys.
“What are you planning?” he asked.
I repeated the conversation Mike and I just had. I told him that I intended to fuck Mike silly and he could watch without Mike knowing it. Will was clearly very excited about the sexual turn around of his wife. He asked what had caused it. I told him about my girlfriend and her husband. He said we should meet her and her husband, maybe something interesting would develop. That is an interesting possibility I thought. When we got to my rooms and he discovered how well, I had set things up he was very surprised and happy, to say the least. I straightened my hair, fixed my make up and added more perfume. Will told me how sexy I was and how much he loved me for giving him his fantasy. I told him that the pleasure was and will be all mine. The wine, Alex and the expected sexual encounter with Mike had me floating along side of my own, personal sex goddess. Here I was a middle-aged woman ready to fuck a kid half my age. My pussy tingled at the thought, when I heard someone knock on the door, a sexual jolt ran through me which almost made me cum. After giving me a very passionate kiss and sliding a finger up me, Will went next door leaving the balcony and connecting doors ajar so he could hear as well as see what would happen. I decided to be bold and earn my money by giving Mike more than we bargained for. I vowed that he would never think about an older woman again without his dick tingling from his encounter with me.

I think I have an addiction. At this point, I don’t think there is much use in denying it. Denial has never solved anything. Not once in human history. Not since the dawn of man. My name is Samuel. Also known as Big Sam, mostly to my friends, classmates and family. A big and tall young black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Boston. I recently graduated from my college with a degree in Criminal Justice. These days, I find myself bored. And nothing seems to cure my boredom. I’ve been an activist for a long time. I’ve fought for gay rights, men’s rights and other causes. I’ve defended the rights of intact men to be themselves. I am an intact man myself. My parents refused to allow the doctors at the hospital to ‘modify’ me at birth. They didn’t believe in physiological modifications of guys based on outdated religions and strange, age-old customs. Instead they taught me to be a very neat and image-conscious lad. I thank them for it.
My time is spent wandering around the city these days. I’ve got nothing to do. I’ve been accepted into law school and until September starts, I’ve basically got nothing to do. The summer of 2008 is so boring it’s slowly killing me. What am I to do with myself? The bisexual community of Boston has made me a sort of a pariah because of my rather outspoken stance on my personal beliefs. I’ve always spoken up against the haters, those I consider to be agents of division in our society. People who hate gays. People who hate men. People who hate blacks. I’ve stood up to them all. And now, they’re using diversity and political correctness against me. A bisexual black man whose only crime was fighting for human rights. Oh, well. Such is my plight in this world.
To assuage my grief, I decided to have some adventures. There were plenty of good-looking men and beautiful women in the city of Boston. A big and tall, ruggedly handsome black stud like myself usually had no trouble meeting quite a few of them. I hit the bar scene, mostly to see what would happen. That’s where I met Mercedes. This chick who looked like Queen Latifah, with a little bit of Monique thrown in. Who is Mercedes? A big black woman with the biggest tits and ass I’ve seen in ages. I stand six feet two inches tall and weigh two hundred and sixty pounds. I’m not easily impressed by an individual’s size. However, Mercedes was big! The woman stood five feet eleven inches tall and weighed around two hundred and eighty pounds. She was thick, busty, wide-hipped and big-bottomed. I would later find out that she had a sixty-inch bubble butt. Hot damn. We started talking. I learned quite a bit about her. Mercedes was a native of Randolph, Massachusetts. She graduated from Massasoit Community College and had recently been accepted at Emerson College. She was new to the big city, having grown up in a small, quiet town. I offered to show her around.
Mercedes was fun company. We hung out inside Copley Mall and had a delicious lunch inside Panda Express. Like me, she was a major fan of Chinese food. I soon learned that we had a lot more in common. Like me, Mercedes was Haitian. She was also bisexual, if you could believe that. A bisexual black man hanging out with a bisexual black woman in the city of Boston. America’s queerest city. Boston makes San Francisco look straight as a ruler. Believe me on that one. After dinner, Mercedes and I walked a few blocks and went to see the movie Hancock inside Loews, near Boston Common. Like me, she was a fan of superheroes. I couldn’t believe this chick. She was so much fun. Any woman who would rather see a superhero movie than some chick flick like Sex And The City is more than okay by me. Mercedes was looking more and more like a keeper by the minute.
Yeah, I must say that I had fun. After the movie, Mercedes and I returned to the Back Bay. I’ve always been fond of the Back Bay. Ever since my days at Bay State College, I’ve felt at home in this affluent place filled with rich white folks and flamboyant queers. I wonder if I would feel so at home within the halls of Suffolk University Law School. I guess time would tell. Mercedes and I went into the Boston Public Library. We walked upstairs to the computer room and signed up. I checked out my MySpace. Guess who had just sent me an invite? If you guessed Mercedes, then by all means folks, give yourselves a cookie. I eagerly added her as a friend. This was so funny. The woman was sitting right across from me and she was saying all that. How interesting. A few minutes later, we began chatting on the web. Mercedes said some intriguing things. She said she found me very cute. I smiled. I told her I thought she was smoking hot. Then, I waited for a reply. Would you believe she asked me to come back to her place?
I hesitated. Was she serious? I looked up from my monitor and looked into Mercedes eyes. She smiled at me. I mouthed the word yes. She grinned. Then, we both logged off the computer and left the library together. Mercedes lived in a small apartment not far from Emerson College. She wasn’t going to commute to Boston every day from the town of Randolph. Not with today’s ridiculously high gas prices. How wise of her and convenient for me. We went to her place together. The building was nice, located in the heart of Chinatown. We went inside. Mercedes laughed as I came up behind her, kissing her neck as she fumbled with the keys. We went into the apartment.
It was not what I expected. Women’s apartments are usually…well, not Spartan-looking. I didn’t mind, though. Mercedes pointed me to the couch and told me to make myself comfortable. She then handed me a cup and filled it with wine. I took a sip and winked at her. She told me to wait. I did. She disappeared into her room. I waited, looking around.

A few moments later, Mercedes was back. The big black woman was gloriously naked. Save for her big red panties. Something in me stirred at the sight of her. She looked hot. Mercedes stood there, her hands on her hips. I looked at her jet-black, plump and sexy body. She looked really hot. I’ve always had a thing for thick women. Mercedes grinned, then asked to see my dick. I unzipped my pants and showed her. Mercedes looked at my long and thick, uncut black cock. She licked her lips. She smiled naughtily and asked me if she could taste it. What do you think I said?
Mercedes knelt before me and began sucking my cock. I thrust my dick into her mouth. Hot damn, this big black woman with the monster booty from hell was good at sucking dick. She sucked my dick and licked my balls. In between sucks, she told me that she really liked uncut guys. I was pleasantly surprised. Many women seem to prefer altered or modified men. Female fans of natural or intact men are rare but I appreciate them. An interesting woman is always a good find. Mercedes soon made me cum. And when my cock released my manly juice, she drank my sweet nectar. Hot damn. This big black chick was something else.
She had totally rocked my socks. This made me want to reciprocate. That’s when Mercedes hesitated. She told me she wasn’t feeling it. I was surprised, to say the least. I asked her why. She hesitated, then told me that I might not like what I might find between her legs. I blinked. What was she talking about? She showed me what she was talking about. And I got the surprise of a lifetime. Mercedes, the big black woman with the big tits and the monster booty from hell had a big dick! And it was uncut, like mine. Surprise!
I stared at Mercedes, stunned. I’ve had sex with men and women before but never an actual transsexual. Especially a sexy black transsexual like her. Mercedes looked at me sadly and said she’d understand if I wasn’t into her. I stared at her. What the hell was she talking about? I like chicks with dicks. Ever seen my porno collection? I told her that I found her hot. And then I grabbed her dick and began stroking it. She stared at me, shocked. When I began sucking her cock, she didn’t protest. I sucked Mercedes dick and licked her balls. When she came, I drank her seed. She screamed in pleasure. Afterwards we began to have some serious fun.
Mercedes told me she wanted a ride on my dick. I was down with that. So, she grabbed some Aloe Cream and tossed it to me. With it, I greased up my dick. Then, she got on all fours and spread her ass cheeks wide open. I smeared the lube all over her asshole. Then, I pressed my dick against her backdoor and pushed. Mercedes gasped as my cock entered her. But she didn’t scream. I placed my hands on her wide hips and pushed my cock into her. Mercedes began undulating as I pounded into her. She screamed out obscenities, telling me to tear that ass up. And so I did. I plunged my cock deep into her asshole. As far as it could go. I fucked her hard. And she loved it. We fucked like this for half an hour, then I came. Mercedes screamed as my cum filled her booty hole. I slowly squeezed out of her. We both lay there, catching our breath.
Man, that was fun. I’ve fucked lots of big handsome men and a few big beautiful women in the ass before but this was my first time fucking a gorgeous big black transsexual. This was definitely hot! A few moments later, Mercedes asked me something rather strange. She wanted to try my ass. I hesitated. Then I shrugged. Why not? Mercedes smiled and kissed me. Then, she grabbed the lube and we got ready.
I got on all fours and spread my ass cheeks wide open. Mercedes came up behind me. She grabbed my hips and shoved her cock into my asshole. I gasped as Mercedes cock popped into me. I haven’t been fucked in ages. A few well-endowed gay and bisexual black guys and a couple of big beautiful women with strap-on dildos have had the pleasure of fucking me but never a sexy black transsexual. This ought to be fun. Mercedes began hammering my ass with her big dick. I’m not going to lie. It hurt. But it also felt kind of good. Mercedes asked me if I liked having her dick up my ass. I told her that I loved it! She began pounding me harder. I screamed as she fucked me. The more she fucked me, the harder my dick got. Mercedes reached underneath me and stroked my cock as she fucked me. We went at it like this until I came. A moment later, I screamed even louder as Mercedes hot cum invaded my masculine booty hole. This was awesome!
A few minutes later, Mercedes and I lay side by side. She told me that mine was the first ass she fucked in ages. I smiled. I could believe that. She rubbed her cock against mine while I sucked on her big tits. I