"Feel for yourself," he told her, taking her hand and placing it on his very erect cock. "What do you think?"
"It feels bigger than I expected. Do you SEALS do some kind of cock-growing exercise in your training?" she asked as she stroked his dick through his shorts.
Laughing aloud, he said, "No, it's just naturally that large. Still, size isn't everything."
"No, but it makes the other things better," she said, as she slid her hand under the waistband of his shorts, encountering the plum-sized head of his cock. "That feels nice!"
"Yes, it does," he said as he leaned back and let her have her way. She slid her hand down his shaft and tried to wrap it around his massive cock. "Let's get these clothes off!" she exclaimed as she jumped off the sofa.
While Craig sat and watched, Angie gave the top of her romper a slight tug and let it slide down, displaying her body for his inspection. "You are absolutely gorgeous," he said appreciatively. "If I wasn't hard already, I would be now."
"You say the nicest things," she said, basking in the compliment and smiling invitingly. "Now it's your turn."
He stood up and put his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts. Angie's eyes betrayed her emotions as she held her breath and looked down as his cock became hung in the elastic.
"Here, let me help you," she said as she tugged the shorts towards her and allowed his dick to spring free, then bouncing like a teenager's. "Oh, my!" was all she could say, as she took in the entire length and breadth of Craig's massive tool. "Just how big is that thing?" "Big enough to make some women very happy. I don't remember ever having a complaint," he answered, moving a hand to her breast, cupping it and rolling the nipple. Bending to kiss the other nipple, he heard Angie moan, and looking up, saw that she had her eyes closed.
"So, how long has it been for you?" he asked quietly.
"Too fucking long! Quit talking and love my titties!" she said breathlessly.
And love them he did-kissing, licking, sucking, pulling, massaging-everything he could do to bring pleasure to this sexy woman's breasts. As her breath became more ragged, he felt she was about to climax.
He knew that some women could orgasm from having their breasts loved, although he had never been with one. Increasing the pressure of his lips on her left nipple, he pulled the right one repeatedly until she grabbed his head and held it in place, groaning incoherently, her hips thrusting back and forth violently. Her climax lasted about ten seconds, and she released his head and kissed him fervently, using her tongue like a paintbrush in his mouth.
"That was so fucking great," she exclaimed breathlessly. "I can't wait to get that cock in my pussy and return the favor. Sit down, Lover."
Wasting no time after he was seated, she threw her legs outside his and began humping the underside of his throbbing shaft. She was nowhere near as wet as Lisa, and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to penetrate her without pain.
Angie was game and reached between them to grab his dick and position her cunt over the head. Rubbing it back and forth, she smeared some of his precum on her outer lips, and quickly slipped the head inside. Then she stopped.
"It's so big. Give me a minute to get used to it." she said, holding her body still. She licked her fingers and rubbed her clit, moving slightly and getting a fraction lower on his shaft. "This is so embarrassing," she said.
"Just give it a minute," he said compassionately, moving his hands to her thighs and rubbing them gently. "Lay back and let me work on you with my tongue. That usually gets things rolling."
As she reclined on the sofa, he held her legs up, exposing her pussy to his lustful stare. "You have a beautiful cunt," he said, leaning down to kiss it tenderly. "It tastes great, too!" he said as he began licking her outer lips, gently at first, then more insistently, finally stabbing her slit with his tongue. She began to squirm and moan, and soon, his tongue was coated in her slick nectar.
Grabbing him by the ears, Angie pulled his face to hers and said breathlessly, "Look Stud. Let me pop one off the way I want to and then I'm all yours."
Intrigued, Craig let her have her way. She sat him up, so that his dick was standing straight up. Swinging one leg over his, she said, "OK big boy. Hold that cock steady while I get the angle I want."
Leaning on the back of the sofa, with her tits swinging in his face, she lowered herself onto his cockhead, stopping after it slipped beyond her lips. As she pushed her ass back, the friction on the head of his cock was incredible. He then realized that she was masturbating herself, with the head of his cock rubbing her g-spot. This way she could control the pressure and speed of the sensations on her sensitive nerve endings. Groaning incessantly now, she had her eyes closed and didn't realize he was sucking her swinging nipples when they came within reach of his hungry mouth.
Every sensation in her universe was centered on the pleasure she was getting from his cockhead against her g-spot. "Oh Fuuuuuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she screamed. "Don't move! Here it comes again! Oh shit! Ohhhh God! Fuuuuck!"
Even though he was not imbedded in Angie's cunt, he could feel her spasms working from deep within to her madly vibrating g-spot. The sensations almost made him come. Damn, she was hot!
Finally, she stopped shuddering and slumped down, allowing his cockhead to slip from her lips. She looked at him and said lazily, "That's the first time a new lover has let me have my way with his dick. You are some kind of special, and I'm going to reward you royally. Just name your guilty pleasure, and I'll fulfill your fantasy completely."
Craig, noting some movement in his bedroom doorway, saw a still-nude Lisa peeking at them. "Let's go to the bedroom. I'll think up something on the way," he said, taking her hand and smiling broadly. Lisa, a look of horror on her face, slipped into the closet, leaving the door slightly ajar.
Stopping where Lisa would have no trouble seeing them, he pulled Angie to him and hugged her from behind. As she closed her eyes and leaned back into his strong arms, she sighed contentedly and said, "You're so good to me. I just wish Lisa could find a thoughtful, sexy man like you. She's still shy around guys, and she needs to be brought out of her shell."
Suppressing a laugh, Craig cupped Angie's soft tits and said, "Maybe it will happen. Who knows what she does when you're not around. I bet she's more experienced than you think."
As his hands were working their magic on her breasts and nipples, Angie sagged back until her ass contacted his cock. Moving easily, she arranged her backside so that Craig's massive tool was nestled between her cheeks. "You ever try anal?" she asked.
"Yes, but I need to fuck that hot cunt of yours first. Maybe we can work on that in the future," he answered, turning her around and bending to kiss her deeply. "Do you know how sexy you are?" he asked between sloppy, tongue-sucking kisses. Pulling her sensitive nipples, he eased her back towards the bed. "Lie back and let me give you the fucking of your life."
Doing as she was directed, Angie sat on the edge of the bed, then slid back and lay on her back, throwing her heels towards the ceiling and said, "Fuck me till I can't walk! I want that monster cock in me so deep I can taste it."
Craig knelt, taking the head of his cock and rubbing her outer lips, coating it with sweet smelling juice. "I can smell your desire," he said. "I love to fuck a bitch in heat. I may just eat that pussy after I fill it with cum. Think you'd like that? How about another woman? You think you could stand a different tongue in that hot pussy?" As he was talking, Craig had slid his cock into her clenching cunt until their bodies were joined as closely as possible.
"You are one tight cunt. Fuck. I can barely move," he said, licking his fingers and coating her outer lips that were stretched around his massive shaft. Moving slowly, he pulled part of the way out, then plunged back in to the depths of her pussy, driving his cockhead into her cervix. Pulling out again, he felt her loosen up and when he drove into her this time, she met him, pushing her cunt onto his shaft. He fucked her more easily now, alternating between slow, almost lazy strokes that seemed to last forever,
then deep, plunging, rapid-fire thrusts that caused her breathing to become labored and ragged. A mild climax shook her, and then she concentrated on his technique.
Slow, then fast; he fell into a delicious rhythm that suited her to perfection. She met his easy thrusts, let the hard, fast ones pin her to the bed. As he probed her depths, she realized Craig was touching her in places she had never felt a dick. Not only that, he was filling her as she had never been filled. It felt that every nerve, every feeling in her body was centered in her quivering cunt, there to be assaulted deliciously by his tireless, steel-hard cock. She climaxed again, a little more excitedly this time, and began to talk to him.
"Come with me Fucker! Give me that load! Feel my cunt pulling your dick? Let's come together! I want your juice deep in my pussy. Hold it there and shoot that spunk. Make me a cum whore!" He held his dick as deep into her pussy as he could and let her talented sex cauldron work its heated magic on his cock. It pulsed around the head, her muscular walls milked the shaft, and he felt his load churning its way towards its goal. Short of an earthquake, he was determined to give her what she wanted-a full load of cum, deep in her cunt.
The first spurt was so forceful, it almost hurt him. When it blasted from his cockhead, Angie screamed at the top of her lungs, sounding more like she was in pain than the ultimate pleasure she was experiencing.
"Oh my fucking God!!!!! Don't stop! Don't stop! I'm fucking cumming with you! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! S-o-o-o-o fucking good!" she screamed, as his cock continued to spew hot cum into her until they both collapsed.
He rolled off her, his dick making a slurping sound as it pulled from her sodden cunt. He suddenly felt another body on the bed and was pleasantly surprised to see Lisa kneeling between her mother's splayed legs, taking aim at her cum-leaking pussy. Without a word, she began licking the juices, capturing them on her tongue and swallowing luxuriously. As her hands slid up Angie's body o her breasts, she felt her mother raise her head. "Craig? Who's eating my pussy? If feels so good! Oh, God, here comes another one!"
He watched as Lisa grabbed Angie's thighs and plastered her lips to her mother's pussy, sucking all of his cum and Angie's copious juices into her mouth. Crawling up her Mother's body, she positioned herself over her mother's now open mouth. Letting a stream of cum drop from her mouth to Angie's, she followed it with a passionate kiss that led to the two of them swapping the precious fluid back and forth.
"So, just how innocent do you think I am, Mom? That's Craig's second load I've had in my mouth today. The other one was in my ass! I fucked him silly before you got here, and now we've got to decide just what we want to do with him," she said as she lay between her mother and Craig's body. "Do we want to keep him and his fuckpole to ourselves, or do we want to share him with the neighbors?"
"Let's keep him to ourselves for a week or two. How long do SEALS stay horny?"
The End.
Going Down a Slippery Slope
The late summer sun streamed in through Erin's bedroom window. The seasons were starting to change but it was still light fairly early in the mornings. Erin stood in front of her full length mirror and frowned. The image showed a woman in her early twenties. Erin knew that she had never been described as beautiful. Her face was pleasant, occasionally even being call cute if she worked at it. Her body was fit but she looked like the athlete that she was. There was little fat on her body but given her build, the muscles that she had made her look just a little stocky. That, along with her smaller bust, meant that she never had any real curves.
She sighed. She knew that she should be satisfied but yet she wasn't. She fought it; ate healthy foods; and did daily intense workouts. Unfortunately the quirks of her body and metabolism just led to that reinforcing how she looked. There were also some things she chose not to do. With all of her time in the gym and on the field she kept her light brown hair short in a pixie cut. It wasn't that flattering but it was easy to take care of. And she often forgot to put on any make up as she rushed to get from one thing to another.
Before the summer, it had always been a battle between classes, her sports and her part time jobs. She rarely had time to stop and think; her life was so full. Now she had graduated and her life was turned completely upside down. She had no more classes and gone from playing two college level sports to playing in rec leagues. The only thing that had stayed the same was her job. She had worked in the financial aid office on a part-time basis in order to earn a little spending money. When she graduated with honors with a double major in economics and business, they had offered her a full time position. Although she had been a starter for two years on the soccer team, she was not at a level where there was any future in the small women's profession league or on any national teams. The fact that she had been co-captain was a testament to her leadership skills much more than her soccer skills. Playing on the softball team had been more just for the competition. She was only a bench player there, but it has been okay with her soccer coach so she did it. It had been a lot of fun.
Given all the other adjustments she needed to make, Erin chose to accept the job for the current time until she had a better idea of what she would do. She enjoyed her co-workers and found the job challenging, though she could tell that she would get bored before too long. That was okay too. Hopefully she would have a better idea of what she wanted to do by then.
As she got dressed for work, Erin thought about her romantic life. Or more accurately, she thought about her lack of any sort of romantic life. In high school, she had been a three sport athlete as well as playing in the select soccer league. She had not had a lot of time for dating. There had been a few boys, usually fellow athletes, who had some interest in her and she had occasionally gone out. It was rare enough that occasionally she would hear about a rumor going around school that she was really a lesbian. For a long time, it had bothered her a lot. Erin felt like people were looking at her and just making a judgment based upon appearance. She didn't look girly, and if anything she did have a slight butchy look but there was no basis for the talk. She couldn't think of anything she had ever done that would have encouraged the talk. If anything, a least a couple of the boys she dated could have testified that she had not behaved like a lesbian. While she never went all the way, it was mostly a technicality. All of her encounters were strictly straight.
Privately, Erin admitted to herself that she didn't have strong feelings for any of the boys who were interested in her. She could take it or leave it, and mostly just left it. Occasionally she even wondered in the locker room while dressing if maybe she was interested in other girls. She would see the other girls changing and notice how attractive some of them are, but the feelings with her were not particularly sexual. It was just confusing to Erin since the feelings were roughly the same for boys and girls.
When she went to college, nothing had really changed. School had never been difficult for her and that stayed true with spending most of her spare time with the sport of the moment. The aura of being a lesbian also followed her. In high school, no other girl ever acted upon the rumor. Life in college was different. Erin found herself hit on by women relatively frequently. At first it flustered her. She didn't know how to react and usually ended up fleeing the situation. Over time, she became more used to dealing with it. While there was a little curiosity sometimes, the women were usually clearly lesbians themselves and they were rarely the types that had captured her mild interest in the past. Erin became very good at deflecting the come ons without offending anyone. She could honestly tell them that she was neither a lesbian nor interested in experimenting.
In college, Erin found it simpler with men. She never attracted a large number of admirers. When she was unattached, she usually dated around, spending her time with two or three different men. Twice she had become exclusive with someone. In many ways, it was just easier to do that. She liked both of them but knew she wasn't in love. By the time she was with the first one, she had already lost her virginity. It had been an anticlimactic eve
nt, in all ways. Her date had taken her upstairs during a party and had managed to hold off cumming long enough to penetrate her and take her virginity. He hadn't lasted any longer than that. Erin's overwhelming memory of it was of the sudden pain as her entered her, and then relief that he was done so that he withdrew. Over time, sex had gotten better but the feeling wouldn't go away that she was missing something. Her friends talked about it like it was some earthshattering experience. For Erin, it was pleasant but not really more than that.
After graduation, Erin's most recent relationship had broken up. He was leaving the state for graduate school and while there had been an unstated invitation for her to come with him, she used the fact that it was unstated as a simple way to let it end. She knew that if he had actually asked, sheer inertia might have made her say yes. But since she wasn't emotionally invested in him or the relationship, Erin knew that it would likely have just delayed the ending by six months or a year. And then she just would have been alone in an unfamiliar town. It was better for her this way. At least here she had a circle of friends, not that it had ever bothered her to be single.
She finished getting dressed. Erin looked at herself one last time. At least she had good taste in clothes. She had always been able to pick out the clothes that made the most of what she considered meager assets. Her skirt and blouse gave her a little bit more of the curves that she desired, and overall reinforced the image of someone who looked nice but rarely attracted attention. Erin laughed at herself. "I'm a finance person. Who is going to pay attention to me anyhow?"
Erin still lived in the university district and walked to work. It took a little bit of time but it helped her start the day off feeling good. Today as she walked, she noticed how few people were on the streets. Most of the students were still getting their days started. Erin had to be at the office early enough to help open the office at 8 AM. It was not a big deal for her. While in college, morning practices were routine. But then classes weren't until a little later.
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