by Jamie Hunter
Finally, when her hands began to hurt from clenching the bedding so hard, he stopped. She felt his hands on her hips again. Adjusting her. Positioning her for something else entirely.
Naomi bit her lip as she felt the head of his cock pressed up against the entrance to her pussy.
“Oh God…”
Julian leaned over her back, to whisper into her ear. His tone was surprisingly gentle.
“Relax,” he said again. “I’ll be easier if you do.”
He pushed himself inside. First the tip, then a little bit more. When the head popped in, Naomi’s chin jolted upright. When he pushed in a few inches further, she groaned.
“Oh… fuck yes…”
She glanced back over her shoulder, to lock eyes with him. But Julian was too busy. He was looking down, watching as the entire length of his cock disappeared into her pussy for the very first time. Inch by inch he fed it to her. Inch by inch she took it…
“It’s so fucking snug...” he groaned. Her lover shook his head back and forth, but in a good way. “Man, you’re tight.”
“Then stretch me,” Naomi said, matter-of-factly. His eyes finally darted to meet hers. “You heard me,” she grunted. “I want it up inside of me. All of it.”
Julian’s fingers dug harder into her ass as he took up the challenge. He pushed in another inch. Then another. Finally, at long last, Naomi felt the heavy weight of his balls pressed tight against her labia.
He was inside her now. All the way in.
“FUCK…”
This time they both said the word, simultaneously. Slowly and carefully, Julian withdrew from her pussy. When he got to the underside of the head, he pushed his way back inside. Naomi gnashed her teeth together, enjoying the raw feel of this man who was penetrating her body so deeply. It felt incredible. Inch by inch, stroke by stroke, she’d never felt so packed with cock.
She’d never felt so… full.
That’s it, the little voice said. You’re fucking someone else.
She felt crushed beneath him. Utterly dominated. Her body no longer her own.
You’ve got someone else’s cock buried inside you… other than Corey’s.
The revelation came without guilt, without reservation. That somewhat surprised Naomi. She half expected to be overcome with a flood of emotions when the moment finally came. But all she felt right now was pure, unfettered desire.
“You alright?” Julian asked, sinking back into her.
“So far,” she managed to grunt.
“Good,” he hissed. She could tell by Julian’s tone he was loving it as much as she was. “I’m going to go faster now. Harder.”
He did… and it was absolutely amazing. His hands dug deep, even as his cock bored into her, driving Naomi forward and back with the momentum of being so thoroughly fucked. At one point she even felt pain, but it was a background pain wrapped in delirious pleasure. The more he screwed her, the more she took it. The more her pussy stretched to accommodate him…
“Fuck me…” she gasped into the pillow. As she gave herself over, surrendering completely, the words became a mantra. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…”
So was sure Julian’s fingernails were piercing her skin. They had to be. At the very least they would be leaving marks; ten tiny, crescent-shaped bruises on her ass. Right where his fingers had been, while he plowed into her.
Corey’s going to like that, she thought crazily. He’s going to love seeing the bruises left behind by his friend… his friend who fucked the hell out of you.
She thought of Corey again, and him signing the hall pass. Of how much she loved him for giving her this. Of how much—
“Oh fuck…”
He was pulling her hair now. The whole thing was crazy. Totally unreal. And yet…
Yet it was real. As real as the pounding her pussy was taking right now. As real as the bruises that would surely rise up tomorrow.
Without warning, her pussy contracted. Naomi felt it clamp down, squeezing his erection tightly inside her as her orgasm came rushing up from out of nowhere.
“UNNNGGHHHH!”
She screamed, and he clamped a hand over her mouth. Julian buried his fingers into her hair, pulling her head back as she came on his cock. His other hand was pressed tightly over her lips, muffling the screams and sounds she was making.
“MmmmMMMMMmmmmm! MMMMMMMMMM!!!”
Naomi bucked and grunted like an animal, but Julian held on. He held her steady, never missing a thrust as she continued coming and coming all over him. The world went black — for at least half a minute — as her brain registered the silvery euphoria of climax. Then she was back, still on the bed, still being fucked harder and deeper than she had in her entire life.
“I’m going to come soon,” spat Julian. He said it in a furor, a worked-up sexual frenzy. Almost even with malice. “You’re too tight, Naomi. Too fucking hot…”
She arched her body. Fucked back against him. Tears were streaming down her cheeks now, and Naomi had no idea why.
“Do it!” she shrieked. “Come!”
“Where do you want it?” Julian said through clenched teeth. The hand he held over her mouth had released its grip.
She let out a long gasp. She was actually out of breath. Out of air…
“I said where do you fucking want it???”
“Inside me!” she cried. “I want it in my pussy!”
Julian pumped her again, maybe three more strokes, and then suddenly he roared. His body slammed into hers, driving Naomi forward a good six inches across the bed, and then he exploded… shooting inside her. His cock jumped and twitched, filling her womb with his seed, pulsing mightily as he emptied himself inside her.
“OH GOD…”
Naomi gasped but he held her still, pinned firmly in place. She had zero control. He was using her body, now. Using her pussy…
His orgasm seemed to go on forever.
This is what you wanted…
She squeezed the pillow. Screamed into it.
Well, you got it.
“Oh… God…”
Just when she thought she’d run out of air, Naomi felt her lover let up. The fingers in her hair relaxed their grip, then released her altogether. The downward pressure of being screwed into the bed was finally alleviated.
He pulled out with a tight ‘snap’, her pussy reluctant to let him go. Julian sat up on his knees and looked down at his handiwork.
“Jesus Christ,” he swore.
Face down on her belly, Naomi couldn’t see. But she could feel nothing but warmth and wetness — her pussy filled to overflowing with gobs and gobs of sticky white come.
“It’s so swollen,” he said. “And so full of come…”
Naomi rolled over and looked for herself. Everything was wet, everything glistening. She could see the beginnings of it running down her thighs. There was a giant button of come, right at her entrance. It was an image she knew she’d never forget.
“I can barely move,” she gasped. Her chest was still heaving. “I can barely—”
“Then lay back and relax,” said Julian. He rolled from the bed and stood up, stretching his arms toward the ceiling. One by one he pulled off her boots. His chiseled body looked like the statue of some Greek God.
“This is only the beginning.”
Thirteen
“And how long have you been doing it?”
Naomi asked the question from the warmth and security of the hot tub, her body fully immersed in the superheated water. Her neck and shoulders were the only things above the waterline. That, plus the hand in which she held an ice cold glass of champagne.
Julian stared back at her from across the tub. He smiled before answering the question.
“On and off, about three years.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Three years? Holy shit!”
“Yeah,” Julian agreed. “It’s amazing — what with you and Melissa being so close — that you haven’t ever caught on.”
If she were being hon
est, Naomi was a bit embarrassed by that fact herself. I mean, what kind of friend doesn’t know that one of her closest friends — as well as her husband — were swingers?
She lay back, feet up, enjoying the feel of the jets against her back. The hot tub felt incredible. The waters were soothing her tired muscles, washing away every last ache and pain.
But not the sins of the day…
“When did you start?” she asked.
Julian thought for a moment. One of his legs slid sexily against her own, somewhere in the depths of the bubbling water.
“I guess it started with Heidi,” he said. “She’s a friend of Melissa’s, who used to come over and hang out with us.”
Naomi nodded. “Short? Blonde?” She’d heard of Heidi. “Big breasts?”
“That’s the one,” Julian smiled. “One night she stayed over, and she heard us going at it in the bedroom. Melissa’s kind of… well, loud.”
“I can only imagine,” said Naomi. If she knew anything about her friend, it was that she definitely wasn’t shy.
Julian took a long pull of champagne. He was drinking directly from the smooth black bottle. For some reason she found it masculine. Sexy.
“Anyway, Heidi got up and came down the hall.” He gulped once and set the bottle aside. “She stood there in the doorway, watching us for a while. We eventually knew she was there, but we didn’t care. We just… let her.”
Naomi watched Julian’s eyes as he recalled the story. They were full of excitement, even in the retelling.
“Finally Melissa beckoned her in. Heidi crawled up into the bed with us. And the rest, as they say—”
“—is history?” Naomi finished.
He nodded and gave her a sly smile. “Yes.”
Julian’s long hair was plastered against his shoulders. Suddenly she wanted to touch it. To feel it against her skin. Naomi slid over to his side of the hot tub, and turned her back on him. She settled between his outstretched legs, and sighed as his arms went around her.
“So you and Melissa have had threesomes with other women,” she said. “More than once?”
“Threesomes, foursomes, moresomes…” he shrugged. “Sure, all that. We’ve doubled up, traded partners. Tag-teamed each other’s wives… it’s been pretty wild.”
Her stomach tightened. She tried imagining Corey, screwing someone other than Melissa. His big cock sawing in and out of some exotic stranger… while Melissa lay next to them, watching and playing.
“Does that make you jealous?” he smirked.
“No, of course not,” Naomi immediately lied. It was like he’d read her mind, though. She drained her glass, allowing the cool liquid to glide down her throat before setting it aside. “I just—”
“You couldn’t possibly imagine it,” he interrupted. His hands moved up to cup her breasts, his palms sliding against her slippery nipples. “You’d have to experience it. It’s the only way you could understand what it’s like.” He leaned down and murmured into her ear. “Maybe one day you will?”
She ignored the question, if it was indeed a question at all. “And what about other guys?” Naomi asked instead. “It never bothered you to watch Melissa screwing other men?”
“Surprisingly no,” he said. He squeezed into her, and Naomi could feel his cock pressing warmly against her naked back.
“Why not?”
“For the same reason Corey let you come here,” he said simply. “It’s just sex.”
Naomi felt warm and happy beneath the waters. Safe, nestled within his arms.
“But is it?”
He let go of her and spun her around. “Yes,” he said. “It’s only lust. It’s fucking. What we did just now? That was primal. It was instinctual. Animalistic.”
She considered his words. They made sense, in that regard. Hell, it all made sense, from a certain perspective. And yet it was all so crazy.
“You don’t love me, do you?”
She shrugged. “No, of course not. I mean, I like you. I enjoy your company.”
“But you don’t even know me,” he chuckled. “Except as a friend.”
Naomi looked at him coyly. “I know you a bit more now, don’t you think?” she laughed.
“Yes,” he smiled back. “And I know you more intimately now, too. Inside and out.”
They stared at each other for a while, then Naomi leaned forward and kissed him. It was hot, passionate. Full of wild, lustful abandon. Their tongues dueled while their hands roamed, groping each other hungrily beneath the water.
But it definitely wasn’t love.
“Should I fuck you until you love me?” Julian teased. His fingers roamed over her ass now. He stopped momentarily to take her hand and place it between his legs. He was almost totally hard again. Swollen and huge.
“I’m in love with your cock,” Naomi smirked back. “That much I’ll tell you.”
He stood up, and then sat right back down on the hot tub’s edge. Water cascaded from his skin, running down every surface of his body. His chest was broad and defined, his stomach taut and rippled. His erection jutted upward and slightly to the left, pointing directly at Naomi’s chin.
“Show me,” said Julian.
Fourteen
From the swirling hot waters of the bubbling hot tub, she went down on him.
Naomi pulled out all the stops, sucking and licking Julian’s cock as if worshiping it from her knees. In a way she was. This was her hall pass, her time to shine. She’d been granted this night to do whatever she wanted, and right now all she wanted was to bring her new lover off in her mouth.
Julian groaned as Naomi took him deep into the back of her throat. She was getting better at blowing him, even in such a short period of time. It gave her a sense of pride, but it also sent another tingle between her legs. Her pussy wanted him again, and wanted him badly. There was no question about that at all.
“Come for me,” she begged. She stopped only long enough to slap his cock against the side of her wet face. “I want to taste you…”
Her lover grunted and grabbed for her hair again. This time he guided her head, up and down, all along the length of his shaft. He fucked her mouth, her lips, even the flat of her outstretched tongue. But he stopped short of coming. In fact, he shook his head.
“Can’t do it.”
Naomi’s brows knit together in confusion. “And why not?” She licked him up and down once more, stopping to nibble playfully at the head. “I’ll bet you can.” She smiled evilly. “I’m betting I can make you…”
“It’s not that I can’t,” he said. “It’s that I won’t.”
Sliding back into the tub, Julian pulled her on top, straddling him. Naomi gasped as she felt him enter her, piercing her deeply beneath the water. By the time she settled her full weight down against his thighs, it felt like Julian’s cock was pressing all the way up inside her belly.
“Your husband was nice enough to share you with me,” Julian said, “but with one condition. Before bringing you home, I’m supposed to pump you full of come.”
He bounced her gently up and down in his lap, causing small whitecaps along the surface of the water. Naomi caught him closing his eyes, to savor the feel of her.
“But you’ve already come inside me,” she said. The sentence seemed as bizarre as it was erotic. “You’ll already done what he wanted.”
“It’s not nearly enough,” said Julian. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled downward, impaling her on his cock. Naomi winced in pain and pleasure.
“I want to fill you,” Julian growled into her ear. “I want to be dripping down your leg as you stand in your driveway… right after I drop you off.”
Naomi saw the image in her mind. It made her insanely hot, just thinking about it. She imagined returning home to Corey, all destroyed and disheveled. Her pussy pumped full of another man’s come…
“Then do it,” Naomi breathed. She slid her arms over his shoulders. “Fill me,” she said, kissing him. “Fill me up all night, if that
’s what you want.”
Julian’s hands went to her hips. They felt so good there, she never wanted them to leave.
“Come inside me,” she told him, nibbling on his ear. “Over and over and over again…”
He pulled her down once more, forcing himself upward. His erection was stabbing her, deep in her abdomen. He was so far inside her, she could feel a dull ache. Like the head of his cock was pressed up against her cervix.
“You know you want to,” Naomi teased. She began shifting her hips, grinding herself in a circle as he fucked her. “Just do it. Let it go…”
Leaning back, Naomi reached down behind her and managed to cup his balls. She gave them a firm squeeze.
“Make me yours,” she gasped. “Make my pussy yours…”
Julian screwed her harder, faster, until the water started sloshing out of the tub. Neither of them cared. When his breathing changed, Naomi knew he was close. She began kissing his neck. Slowly working her tongue, up and down the outer rim of his ear.
“Make… me… drip with you…”
She squeezed him one last time, and then it happened. She felt Julian’s cock swell inside her, and with another thundering roar he began flooding her pussy.
“That’s it,” she gasped. She pulled his head against her breasts and held him tightly, running her fingers through his thick blonde hair. “Oh honey… Oh yes…”
He filled her again as he had before, this time beneath the surface of the water. Naomi felt hot and especially dirty. Totally warm and contented, inside and out.
Once again he lifted her to a standing position, this time remaining inside her the whole time. Naomi’s legs stayed wrapped around his waist. Her arms remained locked around his shoulders as he laid her flat on the bed.
Slowly he continued thrusting, spreading her legs wide. Naomi reached up and took hold of her ankles, bringing them that much further apart.
Despite his orgasm, Julian kept on fucking her. As his cock continued plunging in and out of her, Naomi’s pussy was soon whipped into a frothy, creamy mess. Her lover dragged one thick finger through it, coating it completely. Looking her right in the eye, Julian slipped it between her lips and into her mouth.