The realisation sent another shock of pleasure through me and I arched my back, crying out with the ecstasy of the moment. As Matt continued to pump me, I grasped his head and stared into his eyes. "You know I want this so much, don't you?"
He gasped and nodded, "Yeah – and me."
"I want it all. Anything. Everything. Whatever you want."
As a flare of lustful understanding lit up Matt's eyes I began to climax. It was all I could do to concentrate enough to make out his words, "You want to try everything?"
"Yes!" It came from deep within me, a roar. I had to let him know what I really meant, "One time. I need to know, Matt. I want to know! Do you...?"
"Oh fuck, Mar, oh god yes!"
It felt as if Matt exploded inside me and that, coupled with his answer brought another wave of orgasm shuddering through me. I barely registered the fact that Matt suddenly withdrew from me, so helpless was I in the throes of my climax. It was only when I heard him say "Danny, I need some help here. She needs to know!" that I understood what was happening.
Was this what I wanted so badly? Surely not? Surely the sudden surge of excitement that was prolonging my orgasm was a coincidence? I realised that it wasn't just at the same moment that I realised I was helpless anyway. Something deep inside me thrilled to the realisation and when I heard Danny's zipper sliding down, I almost blacked out with desire.
Before I knew what was happening, Danny's face appeared a few inches in front of mine. "You sure?" he managed.
Matt clasped my hand, "Say the truth, Mar!"
I whimpered, "I... I don't believe this, but yes! Yes, I want this." My free reached down of its own volition and I grasped Danny's hot, hard cock. It brought the reality home to me in a single crashing wave, "Oh my god, yes I want it. I really, really want it."
Above me Danny groaned, "This is so fucking hot!" He shifted his weight jerkily and I guided his cock to my hot, wet pussy, my mind screaming in delight as I felt the tip part my labia.
I paused for a second and looked into Matt's eyes. The excitement, joy, lust that filled them was a perfect match for my own. Somehow, I tore my gaze away and focused on Danny, "Come on then. I want it right now. I want..." I paused and swallowed hard, " I want you to fuck me now!"
For all that I was so desperate by then, the feel if this stranger's cock sliding deep within me was still beyond anything that I had experienced before. I screamed 'yes!' over and over, louder when his hands squeezed my naked breasts, louder still when Danny began to pump my hyper-sensitive pussy.
As Danny pounded into me, his hands roaming all over my naked, sweating body, Matt leaned in and kissed me hard on the mouth. I reached around and found Matt's cock, hard again already and the feel of it in my hand had another orgasm coursing through me.
When Matt pulled back, I wondered why for a few seconds before I realised that Danny was approaching orgasm. He began to pull away, but I clung on, "Oh no, I want it ALL!"
My words took him over the edge and his already hard cock stiffened further, deep inside me. His mouth descended onto mine, his tongue thrusting deep into my mouth, his hands squeezing my breasts hard. I was his completely for the next few seconds and I bucked wildly as he started to spurt deep inside me. I tore my mouth away from his long enough to yell at him to 'fill me, fill my fucking pussy' and then lost control completely, arching my back to take him as deep inside as I could, another wave of orgasm pulsing wildly through me.
As I shuddered and moaned, a stranger's cock inside me, my mind was celebrating my courage, the joy I was feeling, the strangely comforting feeling of power that washed through me.
I should have been sated, but when Matt nudged Danny and said, “I need some more now!”, my excitement surged again. As Danny's cock was replaced with Matt's I let out a cry that threatened to deafen the two guys. For the next few minutes I was lost in a daze of ecstasy as four hands caressed every inch of me and two mouths explored every contour.
I was no longer aware of waves of pleasure, just a single, prolonged tingling that pulsed constantly through my mind and body. The only stand-out peak happened when Matt came hard once more and the thought of his juices mixing with mine and Danny's sent me off into a parallel world where the only sensation available to me was pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
It was maybe half an hour before any of us were sufficiently aware of our surroundings to say anything other than 'wow'. As my mind cleared, a tiny voice told me that I should feel embarrassed or even worse, but the vast majority of my mind knew different.
I was elated.
I stood and stared down at the two guys – one stranger, one familiar – and smiled with a warmth that I'd never experienced before. I was still naked, but it felt right, and I had no desire to cover up. On the table the two half-empty glasses reminded me that I was incredibly, unbelievably thirsty, and a couple of minutes later all three of us were guzzling lemonade.
Danny eventually – and obviously reluctantly – pulled on his clothes and headed out into the daylight. He had thanked both of us profusely before he left and had even vowed not to tell a soul about what had happened. It hadn't really bothered me anyway since anyone that knew us would never believe such a thing, but it was nice to know.
After he had left Matt and I went up to the bedroom and made love, slowly (necessarily so since we were both somewhat sore), and with an intensity that brought tears to my eyes.
I had to assure my loving husband that they were tears of joy, and further assure him that I was completely and totally happy with what had happened. Afterwards – after orgasms of a strange intensity – we lay together and discussed what it all meant. To my surprise I found myself content with the events of the day, but with a desire to experience something similar again. Matt agreed with me, and we marvelled at what we had discovered about ourselves.
Everything had changed on one level, but on another – what Matt and I had between us – nothing had changed at all. Or at least, if it had then it was for the better.
Matt's reaction to my newfound desires leant me the strength to enjoy them without guilt, and my enjoyment meant that he could enjoy them even more himself. It was a perfect circle, and better still, it opened up a whole new world of possibilities.
That was six months ago, and I've some really exciting stories to tell everyone. In fact, I think I'll start writing them down right now...
Like Minds
It was, of course a duty more than anything else. There was all too much laxity these days – slack morals, bad grammar, no attention to detail, and far, far, far too much lasciviousness.
Even the thought of that word had Kevin Adrianne licking his lips. He wiped them with his left thumb for good measure and opened up the ‘favourites’ menu of his browser. Inside the admittedly small confines of his mind, he focused on the outrage that he knew would soon be forthcoming. He nodded to himself as he clicked on the second entry in his poorly named favourites list: 'Erotilitera'.
It was time, Kevin told his attentive audience of... well... himself, that he deigned to provide the would-be artists who infested the site with a little dose of reality, a taste of moral rectitude and decency. It was, in other words, time for some kind but firm home-truths.
The site's home page loaded its main menu and, Kevin noted with disdain, a handful of new images which seemed at first glance to indicate that there was some sort of special offer on a new DVD featuring so-called amateurs behaving in... Kevin looked closer, behaving in manner that really was no one's business but their... his nose bumped the monitor and he sat back with a start. From that range it was almost possible to see right up... no... it couldn't be, surely?
Kevin glanced around to make sure that no one had broken into his third floor, flea-bitten apartment to spy on his moral crusade, before leaning closer to the monitor once more. After a few seconds he let out a low whistle, quickly changing the exhalation to a 'pah!' of apparent disgust. Obviously the picture editor had been in a disgustingly lax and lazy mood w
hen that particular photo had been loaded onto the page: from where Kevin sat it was easy (well, easy if you didn't mind your nose being bent that way...) to see that the woman was wearing next to nothing under her skirt!
He sat back with a determined look on his face, his cheeks slightly flushed with... well, with outrage, obviously... What if an innocent got to see that flash of cotton? It didn't bare... that is, it didn't bear thinking about! And that was just the home page!
Suitably armoured against the degradation he knew would follow, Kevin clicked on the 'New Stories' icon and prepared to sacrifice his own values and morals in order to bring his wisdom and caution to the... well... the pretentious idiots who daubed this site with their desperate and depraved cravings.
He took a few deep breaths, waiting for his heartrate to settle a little, ensuring that his bathrobe was properly closed, before scanning the list of titles. His head shook sadly at the topics presented to him, his fingers shaking slightly more as he scrolled the mouse cursor down the list. Some of the entries had been totally meaningless to him until he'd looked them up and... well... suffered the indignities of having to view the text and pictures that taught him what he needed to know for his crusade, but they all had one thing in common – they were all to do with the most vile practices imaginable. Especially that BDSM one... well, he'd suffered indignities for that one all right...
Kevin adjusted his robe again, making sure that his ample belly was well covered while at the same time trying to ensure that cool air from the open window would provide some degree of... well... temperature regulation a little lower. He focused on the new story list and gave a tired sigh when he saw that the third entry on the list was from a woman. Didn't these types of people – females, for heaven's sake – realise that they simply demeaned themselves just by putting their name to a story like this, let alone by actually thinking the sort of things that no doubt darkened the pages? And that title 'Julie Comes Out!’... well that was just so... Kevin adjusted his robe again, shaking his head at the nastiness that was causing him such discomfort... that was just so full of innuendo. He paused, a momentary image of the story's heroine, or possibly even the author, flashing through his mind... the little skirt, maybe even a flash of...
He let out a loud sigh. It was his duty to check this one out... to make whatever appropriate comments were needed... to ensure that this author, this ‘Jessica’, learned her lesson. After all, there was no chance that it was any good anyway. Kevin clicked on the story link and picked up his pencil to make notes.
Within five minutes it was clear that it was an autobiographical tale. After all, this Jessica woman obviously knew every inch of her heroine, Julie – including every inch of her thoughts. But... but no woman could be quite that attractive – attractive in an obviously fake way, of course – and no married woman (the character was supposedly 'happily' married) could ever really behave in such a provocative manner. Not in real life. Kevin let out a little whimper... no woman could possible dare wear a plunging dress like that and then walk into a room where her guy was talking to his friend – his male friend! – and then... Kevin took a deep breath, his left hand pressing into his lap where his small but evidently determined body part was twitching and making its presence felt through his robe.
“Oh my god,” he muttered, she... this Julie character... she leans forward and... “Oh, the dress has slipped and... oh she wouldn't dare, not a decent nice woman like that even if she has ti... breasts that are so...” Kevin's left hand was moving now. No decent woman would ever... oh my god the friend can see them! And now... oh that's just disgusting... he's reaching out and... oh hell he's actually touched her! And that proves it's all lies because her guy loves it and... oh my god she loves it... oh she wouldn't dare write it... she wouldn't dare... oh my... oh god no she's had her... her things pulled down and now... see? Lies! She... she's saying she wants... anyway they wouldn't.... her guy wouldn't let... oh my GOD! The friend's co... di... member... it's out and he's... oh… oh there's no rubber but... oh my good lord! She helped! “Aaaah!” Kevin gave a squeak and a loud whimper as hot white fluid splattered the back of his hand, his keyboard... even the monitor.
A few minutes later he had wiped up the worst of the mess and was still shaking his head in disgust at what this vile woman had made him – forced him – to do. No right-minded female would ever do such nasty, dirty, horrible things, would ever bare... He stopped and took a few deep breaths, willing the sudden re-emergence of his earlier tumescence to quieten. A few more deep breaths were necessary before he clicked the story open again and scrolled quickly to the bottom of the document, his eyes closed in case he glimpsed her bare breasts again, or a sight of her being touched like that, or the eagerness in the guy...
“Oh, you nasty woman! Disgusting!” Kevin opened the 'Feedback' box and began to type, drawing on this disgust and the righteous anger it generated. He told this 'Jessica' in no uncertain terms how vile she was to think such dirty things – how reckless her unprotected cun... sex was, how no true loving husband would ever let another man see how gorge... how his wife looked exposed and shamed... how her use of fancy English just masked the fact that she was nothing but a cheap, daring, ruinous, highly fu.. that is, slut. Oh, he was going to tell her exactly how she was such a bad influence! Just because she could string a sentence together... well there was no need to take such a vicarious thrill in... I mean she was actually telling the whole damn world that it was okay to explore such dirty, nasty habits! She had let another guy put his... thing in her! “Disgusting!” Kevin finished with a muffled yelp, closing the feedback box and spraying his monitor again.
Two hours later he logged back in to Erotilitera and, avoiding looking at the story's contents, scrolled down to the feedback are to see if his justifiable anger had met with the deserved approval of his peers. In truth, he bore little hope since, unless he was very much mistaken, he was the only morally upstanding person who ever bothered to comment on the filth that people pretended was art.
He sighed and nodded at the two reviews immediately underneath his – both offering five stars and unashamed praise for the drivel. The third one also started with nice words about the writer's style and Kevin gave a groan of disappointment…
“Hey, hang on...” his eyes scanned the reviewer’s comments as the faint praise he had started with soon took on a more realistic tone. ‘The author clearly has no moral compass,’ Kevin read, his heart beginning to soar, ‘No self-respecting woman would ever demean herself in such a morally bankrupt fashion.’ Kevin raised his coffee mug, “I like this guy!” He made to read on and then spluttered coffee across the desk. ‘And when I say no self-respecting woman would do such dirty things, I speak from the point of view of a self-respecting woman.’
Kevin scrolled down the bottom of the feedback section and, sure enough, there was the critic's name – Annabelle456. Not only was there someone out there who had a decent moral balance, but she was a woman! Kevin wasn't sure whether this was a true gender assignation or not, but – given that this was the first time in three years that he'd seen anyone else agreeing with his righteous views – he didn't care. What he did care about was that he acknowledged the common highground that they shared, and for the first time in those thirty-six months of membership, he set out to send a personal message to someone.
‘Dear Annabelle,’ he began, ‘You have no idea what a wonderful surprise it was for me to read your wise words! And to discover that you...
*!*
Kevin logged in for the fourteenth time that day a little after eight in the evening before the magical, wonderful, incredible thing happened. He had a message waiting for him in his otherwise perpetually empty inbox! His eyes were tearing so much that he could barely focus on the 'From' label... but when he finally managed to make out the name Annabelle456, his heart rose into his throat.
If Kevin had considered that his fingers were shaking when he thought about Julie's bare... That is, when he became outraged b
y that Jessica woman's filthy story, he was clearly mistaken because he could barely grasp his mouse to click the message open. And if he thought the site of the waiting message was wonderful, then he was once again far from reality, because the words were not just music to his ear, but the finest opera.
‘Dear MorallyTrueKevin, I am so happy that my words resonated with you, and what a joy it is to find another decent human being here, bravely swimming in the cesspool of dirt that makes up so much of Erotilitera! And not only that, but to find out that you are of the male persuasion... well that is doubly shocking!! It has to be the most pleasant shock that I've experienced for the longest time, but no less wonderful for all that!!!
I hasten to add that would never normally venture to respond to a message from a person I don't really know at a site like this – not that I visit sites like this a lot, of course!!! – but I think that in some weird way I kind of do know you a bit because you are like so obviously thinking about things like I do and well I suppose I'm chattering away but that's okay because even if we do have the same values and things and we're not such strangers because of that I still feel a bit nervous being so forward with a man and answering his message and I know that I'm not just responding because you called my words wise, but that it's more because of what you wrote about that awful Julie woman or rather her creator and I guess what I'm trying to say is that if I would like to read more of your views if you've written any and if you want to see some of mine then I've attached a list of stories I've made comments on but I do have to warn you that some of them are really very filthy and belittle women a lot but I think that's okay with you because I think you and me are not so different, mentally that is!!!!
Oh look I've probably scared you away now so I'll just say thank you for restoring my faith in people and I hope that we can make a difference in our little ways but if I don't hear from you that's okay I understand. Annabelle.’
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