Putting It In

by Pamela Poundtown

  He perched his lips onto hers as he delicately kissed her while exploring the depths of her gown, deeper and deeper. His fingertips brushed over her soft breasts before he passionately gripped them and played with them, causing her to moan at the first sensation of male contact in years.

  Cody parted her lips with his teeth as he pressed his tongue into her mouth, all the while fondling with her perfect tits. He moved to his knees as he ripped the cover off the bed and flung it over his right shoulder where it landed on top of the vanquished Barrett, who merely lay there with his eyes closed in defeat, listening to the moans of his wife being pleasured.

  Cody spread his legs as he mounted Bethany, still fully dressed. He began to grind against her as he heard Barrett clamber out from under the cover.

  He unbuckled his pants and kicked them off, coupling them with his tee shirt before throwing them both out and on top of Barrett again. The steel buckle of his belt struck Barrett with a thud and he once more collapsed completely onto the hard ground.

  Cody lay on top of her, his rock hard body pressed against her delicate night gown as his tongue invaded her mouth. She grabbed the back of his head, pulling him close before wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer still.

  The dominant cowboy could feel her dripping pussy rub up against her upper thigh as she humped him like this, all the while lapping and biting at his tongue that was expertly working her mouth over.

  With a powerful movement of his hips, Cody flipped the sexually frustrated woman over, planting her body on top of his as he lay on his back. He reached around behind her and grabbed the bottom of her gown ripping it up over her head before flinging it, unsurprisingly on top of Barrett again. Cody smiled at Bethany again before nodding down towards his legs.

  Bethany did not need to be told twice as she shuffled her body down before her completely naked body was at the foot of the bed. She planted her breasts into the mattress as she buried her face in the cowboy’s crotch.

  His cock was already hard as she engulfed it between her lips, gagging as she attempted to take in his full length, before retreating and beginning to pleasure half of his shaft. Cody reached out and grabbed the back of her head, pushing her further and further onto his well-endowed shaft.

  “Suck that cock. Oh that feels so good!” He moaned as he turned his head in the direction that Barrett was lying. He made sure to give a running commentary on every feeling that ran through his body so that his nemesis could hear.

  Bethany became more and more confident as she surged down onto the cowboy’s hung member. Her nose pressed against his lower abs as she eventually managed to consume his entire length.

  “Bigger than your husbands I’m sure Little Lass?” Cody taunted as Bethany continued her pleasurable work.

  “Mmhmm” she moaned in response as her tongue spiraled around the hunk’s shaft.

  Barrett lay on the ground defeated as he listened to all the ecstatic sounds emanating from the bed above. Cody’s cock was by now rock hard as he grabbed her from under her arm pits and lifted her completely off the bed, he turned her to his right and placed her on her back on the right hand side of the bed, much closer to Barrett.

  He crawled up on top of her, planting his elbows and knees into the mattress as he mounted her, face to face. He did not pause before he plunged his throbbing cock into her rarely penetrated pussy as she squealed in pleasure. Barrett rolled onto his back as the shadows of the pair drifting across the room, humping uncontrollably.

  Cody plunged his cock deep into Barrett’s wife, until his balls slapped against her, he leaned in and pushed his tongue deep into her mouth once more as he left his cock in place.

  “I’m all in” he yelled as Barrett placed his hands to his head in shame one more.

  With that call of victory, Cody removed his cock before slamming it hard back into the delicate woman’s slit. Her body trembled underneath the stud as he continued to plough into her. For a number of minutes she failed to make any sound as the felling of ecstasy controlled her and it felt like she had been lifted from her body. The only sound that any of the three people in the room could her was the sound of the alpha-cowboy’s balls slapping into her.

  When she regained her senses, Bethany began to yell as she was determined to make this feeling last for as long as possible.

  “Please! Harder, pound me harder!”

  “But what about your husband?”

  “Harder! Pound me harder!”

  Cody smiled as he reveled in taking the previous macho man of the town down a peg or two. He could not wait to walk into the tavern the following evening and retell this story that he was now living.

  As he continued his forceful thrusting against Barrett’s wife, he saw her two hands form tiny fists above her head as she altered her body this way and that in order to receive the full length of his shaft as it plummeted against her clit over and over again.

  Although she wanted this moment to last forever, she could not contain herself any longer as she exploded in the greatest and most powerful orgasm that she could remember, while the cowboys continued his relentless pummeling over her. She began to breathe heavily as she felt his strong arms reach around the back of her neck as he lifted her up, still impaled on his magical cock.

  The stud of a cowboy swung her by now limp body around the side of the bed, placing her shoulders against the edge of the mattress. She lost control of all muscle function as her limp neck allowed her head to dangle backwards, unsupported from the side of the bed.

  Barrett, who had now rolled back onto his stomach had placed his hands over the back of his head in an effort to drown out the sound of his wife being deeply penetrated by his rival. He felt the soft curly hair of his wife as it brushed against the back of the wrist that Cody had controlled him with that night. He rolled over once more until he found himself face to face with his wife who held a vacant expression in her eyes.

  Cody maneuvered himself so that he was mounted on top of her, cock still planted deep inside of her. He could now see out over the edge of the bed as he stared deep into Barrett’s eyes before beginning to pound Bethany with all he was worth.

  Bethany began to shudder uncontrollably as her body was taken complete advantage of by the stud of a cowboy. Barrett moved to his knees as he watched the action unfold, sweat dripping from Cody’s body as he pummeled deeper and deeper into his wife.

  Barrett watched as Cody bit his bottom lip and his body also began to shudder before he unleashed his load deep into Bethany’s already dripping wet pussy. He continued to pound and hump her with his powerful hips until he had unloaded every last drop of seed into her completely spent and limp body.

  Cody continued to stare at his defeated foe who lay there on his knees.

  “You can let yourself out. Good luck finding yourself a new town but I don’t think staying here is going to be an option for you. Unless you want to watch this show every night?”

  Without speaking a word, Barrett stood up and walked out of the room, leaving behind all of his belongings and walking into the night.

  ***

  The doors of the tavern swung open as Cody made his way inside, grinning from ear to ear. Every last person in the bar screamed with excitement as they all knew what had happened the previous night, many of them having followed the stud to Barrett’s house and waited outside, watching the defeated cowboy leave the town forever.

  Within ten minutes, Cody was sitting at a table surrounded by men and women alike, retelling the story of the look of Barrett’s face as he penetrated Bethany with all he was worth.

  Eventually he cleared all of the bottles from the tables and took a deck of cards out of his pocket.

  “Anyone want to play heads up?”

  Story 35

  It had been several years since my parents had drifted apart. They had eventually settled on divorce, no matter what they tried there was no bringing back that spark that they had once had. I saw it fade right before my eyes. I
could see that my father wanted to move on, after a short while he was already lonely, but no woman seemed to stick around long enough to get to know him like my mother had.

  It was just my him and I for the longest time. I was freshly nineteen years of age and had just begun college by this time. It was a new and awkward time in my life and I was loving every second of it. Usually, I was quite the introvert, but starting my tertiary studies pushed me to slowly creep out of my shell. I was being coaxed into uncomfortable situations left and right, perhaps that was what urged me to do what I did.

  On one particularly lonely night, my dad came home from work and as he generally did after a long day, collapsed on the couch beside me. He sighed heavily.

  “How was your day?” he asked me. We chatted nonchalantly for awhile when the topic arose.

  “Not that I don't enjoy your company kid, but I feel like I am missing something these days,” I knew what he was getting at. He needed a woman in his life, someone to care for him and love him unconditionally, or as it would turn out, conditionally. I knew that he was struggling. I wondered what I could possibly do to help him find what he was missing.

  That was when it hit me. It took a few thoughts to pass before I settled on one that could actually resolve this dilemma. It was an outrageous thought to say the least, but I was sure that after everything, all that he had tried, this would help my dad get out of his evident funk.

  “Have you tried internet dating?” I questioned. Being the technologically challenged man that he was, I already knew the answer.

  “No, I haven't even thought of it,” he confessed, blushing. I offered to help him set up a few accounts, to get the ball rolling. We searched for a few things, mostly sites that were insistent on long term relationships, not just hook ups. He was past that for sure. He needed something real.

  “I am heading to bed,” it was getting late and reading the messages he was receiving was creeping me out just a little, after all this was a little too close for me, his son, to be in this situation. The women he was speaking to were getting too hot and heavy for my liking.

  He smiled toward the computer screen, the bright like gleaming off his face as he replied.

  “Alright son, I'll see you in the morning,” he said. He barely even looked at me as I made my way out of the room and up the stairs. I wondered within myself what I had gotten him into. In a swift few months I would certainly find out, but I was no psychic. How was I to know at this point in time? Looking back on it, to that night, I am not even sure if I would have changed a thing. We would both learn a lesson or two from this experience.

  I laid my head down on the pillow and closed my eyes. I fought back the images of the text flashing up across the screen downstairs, drawing my father in. Soon he would be getting more action than I ever had. I only wished that I had the drive to do something about it like he did. I was still a virgin at the tender age of nineteen, but sex had never really been at the forefront of my mind. I guessed that was why nothing had changed for me. I was just waiting for the right woman, and she would be arriving in my home soon enough.

  The next morning I lazily walked down the polished, wooden staircase and into the kitchen. I could smell bacon and eggs, the delectable scent entered my nostrils from afar and coaxed me forward. I still had hours until I had to leave for college, but to be honest, I wanted to know if my father had gotten very far with any of the ladies he was chatting up online. I had introduced him to a whole new world and I hoped I would not regret it.

  “Good morning!” he exclaimed as I entered. I sat down at the bench and seconds later a plate piled high with food landed before me.

  “You're in a good mood,” I muttered through a mouthful of food. He nodded vigorously.

  “Thank you for your input, won't be long and you might have a new mom, well step-mom.” he joked. I laughed half-heartedly. Little did I know his statement was half joke but whole earnest. It should not have come as a shock, I knew what he wanted and I knew how badly he wanted it. One thing I knew about my dad was that when he set his mind to something, he achieved it one hundred percent of the time. It was a trait that we shared.

  The weeks passed slowly, summer gave way to fall and the weather began to get colder as the winter months approached. One evening, as we sat down to watch the football as we always did, he suggested that we have a 'talk'.

  “Sure, what was on your mind?” I asked him. It sounded serious. I looked him in the eye as he stuttered what he had to say.

  “I-I think I'm in love,” he announced. My jaw basically dropped. I had no words, and even if I did, there was no way I could have uttered them. So many questions ran through my mind, I was overwhelmed. I had not even seen him with a woman. I had not witnessed him readying himself for a date. Where did this come from?

  “Who?” that was all I could get out. The suspense was legitimately killing me. I had to know and I knew that I would find out in a few seconds once he mustered up the courage.

  “I found this new site, one which is basically just women looking for something more, like marriage.” it was ominous. I sort of knew where it was going, but I restrained myself from interrupting.

  “Her name is Anika, she is from Russia,” now it was clear, a Russian mail order bride. Of course. I never thought that my father would consider such a thing. I suppose I was wrong. I listened intently, despite my hesitations she seemed to make him really happy.

  “She is coming to America next week to meet me and if I play my cards right we might even get married soon,” I must have had such a confused expression plastered across my face. His brow furrowed as he eagerly awaited my response. I shook myself off and realised there was nothing I could do but support hi, I just hoped that she would not hurt him like so many women before her.

  “I'm really happy for you, dad,” I smiled getting up and walking over to give him a comforting hug. I could tell how hard it had been for him to reveal this to me and I was glad that he did. Now all that was left was for us both to prepare for her arrival, I only wished that she would stay.

  All too soon the day arrived when Anika would be joining us in our modest family home. My dad had spent all week preparing, cleaning the house and making his bedroom extra welcoming for her, The sheets were new and the room smelled of lavender with the new pot-puris he had spread throughout the house. I was almost as nervous as he was. My heart beat fast as he drove away, on his journey to pick her up from the airport. Thankfully I had the morning off college so I was able to be thee when he came back from his short trip.

  I heard him pulling into the driveway, the gravel rattling beneath the tires of the car as he rolled in to the home base. I held my breath, I hoped that she was everything that he was searching for.

  The door knob turned and he walked into the entrance way, holding her hand. As soon as I saw her I knew that I was in a world of trouble.

  “This is Anika,” he introduced her proudly as she strode in behind him. She was a dream, quite frankly every mans perfect woman. Her long, brown hair flowed effortlessly behind her, curled loosely and hanging over her slender shoulders and down her back. Her skin was pale and flawless. Her figure was the first thing that I noticed. She was tall and slim with ample breasts and wide hips that swayed as she walked. Her tight skirt and tank top definitely did its best to show off all of her amazing assets to me, a young, single virgin in the midst of Miami. Even with the plethora of women that surrounded me daily, there was no one that could hold a candle to her.

  “Hi, nice to meet you,” I said politely, extending a had to shake hers. She grasped it gently and shook it. Her fingers were warm and inviting, much like her vibrant smile. I looked over at my dad and noticed something I had not seen in a very long time, he looked at her like she was his entire world. Since mom left that was somewhat of a rarity and I treasured his obvious affliction.

  The bags she had brought rolled in behind her and I could already tell she was planning to stay for a long while. Packed with clothes and s
hoes and handbags, she was here for the long haul. I offered politely to bring them upstairs for her, to my fathers bedroom.

  “Thank you, that is so sweet,” she said, patting me gingerly on the arm. Immediately I felt goosebumps ripple throughout my flesh. There was no controlling my feelings either, I just hoped neither of them noticed.

  Time flew by and so did the initial honeymoon phase of their relationship. Without warning they were engaged and already organising a short and sweet wedding. The day came and went as fast as their engagement did. I sat in city hall with a few close family and friends as I watched the Justice of the Peace wed my father and his new, young, hot Russian bride.

  I congratulated him and gave them both a hug. My new step mom's soft breasts press against my chest. She felt so comfortable there in my arms. Despite our situation, I could feel my black slacks begin to tighten around my crotch.

  I pushed her back and she was somewhat startled. But at the same time I would really need to control myself around her. This was not the woman for me, and even if by some stretch of the imagination she did want to get with me, it was unfathomable.