Forced Quickies

by Rosa Alvarado

  Now I felt a bit sorry for the bimbo. When I was the bimbo back in college, Greg surprised me asking me out, kind of timidly I might add like he was with this girl, but I said no to him. At least this bimbo had the brains to say yes when she saw a good thing. Greg and I both shared a lot of the same classes together, and hung out together a lot, but I saw him more as a kind of nerdy friend than someone I could seriously see myself wanting to be intimate with.

  The fact that he stuck with me as a friend after I flat out turned him down surprised me though. Most guys when you say no would have given me a "I wouldn't want to date an ugly girl anyhow, and I would have given them my "maybe you should try guys," comeback, but Greg stuck with me as a friend. It got to be a routine. He'd date, I'd date and when our dates weren't around we'd knock on each others dorm room to see what the other was up to.

  "So yous twos used to knock around together?" Big Hands asked.

  "A long time ago."

  "And this sorta thing, it's not awkward for you?"

  "A little, but I can handle it."

  "You're sure, cause I wouldn't want to do anything ungentleman like to you in front of my friend over there."

  "Oh stop it. Carla already told you she's fine," Greg's date said. "Isn't that right Carla?"

  "Yes," I said smiling putting my hand on Big Hand's knee again, and knowing that the next words out of my mouth were a lie. "I'm fine." As I sat next to Big Hands, I found myself staring at Greg's ass as tossed the anchor off the bow. Two things made me change the way I felt for Greg in college. First, he got into a serious relationship with a girl named Kristine, who quite frankly was a little bit hotter than I was. He started spending more time with her right around the time I was getting sick of the sort of guys I was dating and looking for a guy that would treat me the way that, well, Greg treated me, and I found myself getting jealous of all the time he was spending with her.

  The second was when I caught Greg naked for the first time. His roommate let me into his door on his way out explaining Greg was in the shower. Greg and I had often kidded around and pulled jokes on each other in college, so I thought I'd get him good by stealing his towel and his clothing while he showered. I was able to sneak in, but had been thinking that the shower curtain was opaque like the one we had in our dorm instead of transparent.

  I also wasn't prepared to see Kristine in the shower with him, on her knees, with Greg's cock in her mouth. I watched as she slowly sucked him, as Greg leaned back against the wall of the shower, and took in all of Greg's features. His wet muscular chest and abs were tense with the pleasure Kristine was giving him, and as she backed off, I noticed how beautiful his cock was, erect and curving, glistening with Kristine's saliva. How I wanted to be on my knees in the shower taking him in my mouth, and to hear him call my name as he came with pleasure.

  It was then I knew I loved him.

  "So you never fell in love or anything like that?"

  "Oh, come on Angelo! Leave the poor girl alone!"

  "I'm just making sure she's having a good time Maria. What's wrong with that?"

  "Nothing's wrong with having a good time. Everyone wants to have a good time. It's the way you said it."

  "Said what?"

  "Forgetabouit. Nicky, are you coming back over? I'm kinda getting cold back here."

  That's when I fell overboard.

  Greg was trying to squeeze his way past me on his way back from the bow and I was being a bitch and wasn't giving him all that much room to squeeze by. He slipped right into me, and for a second, I held my husband again. I laughed aloud before gravity took over my body and I fell backwards overboard.

  It took only a moment for Greg and Big Hands to pull me back onboard

  "Are you okay?" Greg and Big Hands said in unison.

  "The water is a lot colder that it looks!" I exclaimed, "I'm fucking freezing"

  Greg handed me a towel, the only one on board, and a lot shorter than I needed. "We'll head back in," He said as he headed back to the bow, and looking a bit relieved that this might all be over now. I caught that look. It certainly was not fucking over yet. "No. Don't. I'll be fine."

  "Are you sure baby?" Big Hands asked.

  "Yes -- just help me dry off. Not like I can get these clothes dry anytime soon anyhow. We'll just hang them on the rail to dry." The clothes were stuck to my body pretty hard, and it didn't help that I was wearing tight pants to begin with. Big Hands had to pull pretty hard on my pants to get them off my legs. My panties were stuck to the pants from the inside, and as they slid down my legs, Big Hand's and my husband's eyes darted up to my pussy. When the pants were finally off, I was naked from the chest down. The only thing covering me was my wet bra.

  "Might as well take this off too," I said unhooking my bra.

  For the first time in our marriage I was naked in front of another man besides my husband. I could feel my nipples tingle, partially from the stinging of the cold-water still dripping from the tips of them, and partially from the excitement I was feeling. I was still wet from the dive in the lake, but I was becoming aware of another wetness growing between my legs, and a desire to fill that wetness.

  "Nicky," I said, "be a doll and hang up my clothes please." I handed Big Hands the towel. "Care to dry me off?"

  Greg couldn't keep his eyes off me as Big Hands began to dry my body, and more than once I felt his bare hands roam to my breasts, and around my ass. Soon he was carefully drying my pussy, in long gentle strokes with the towel that was making me more wet than dry. I moaned in encouragement and spread my legs a little more. He dropped the towel completely and rose to kiss me while his fingers, those wonderfully large soft fingers were touching me where only my husband and me had ever touched before. His tongue snaked down my neck and then to my chest where he took my hard nipples into his mouth ever so gently, sucking the water off them that had collected at the tips with his warm mouth. My husband and I had a clear view of each other in the moonlit sky. He's eyes were fixated on mine, but were awashed in pleasure themselves. The blonde bimbo had my husband's cock in her mouth and was giving him from what I could tell an exquisite blowjob. I could recall the tastes and flavors of my husbands cock myself; the musky smell of his balls, the smoothness and warmth of his shaft, and the salty taste of his precum. I licked my lips seductively at him with the tip of my tounge as Big Hand's own tongued snaked down my body to my pussy.

  "You look so good," my husband mouthed to me silently as Big Hands began eating me.

  "So do you," I mouthed back. "I missed you."

  "Me too. I'm sorry"

  Big Hands tounge wrapped itself around my clit in little circles, and I could feel myself getting closer to orgasm, and from the look on my husband's face he was too. I didn't want to cum this way though; I wanted to get closer to my husband. I noticed a small patch of clouds drifting towards the moon and hoped it would be enough to shroud us in darkness so I could feel my husband again. That enough would warrant the risk.

  "Oh," I cried, "I need to be fucked! Please fuck me!"

  Big Hands wasted no time in pulling off his shirt and pants. His cock was enormous, and swayed down in a heavy arc. God I wanted to suck it right then, but I kept my mind on Greg. The only way we'd all be able to fuck was from a standing position. I raised my right leg as he positioned himself behind me, and reached down between my legs grabbing his wonderfully huge cock and began running the head of it up and down my slit, covering it with my juices. My husband Greg was doing the same to the Bimbo. We looked at one another, and as if on cue, I impaled myself on my lover as Greg thrust himself in his.

  "Auugghh!" I cried out as the entire ten inches of his cock slid inside of my body. I felt every inch of him slide past not only my fingers, but inside of me, till his cockhead was resting up against my cervix, and my hands were left caressing his balls. I had never felt so full before, and my pussy was completely stretched around his cock. Big Hands let me rest for a second, allowing me to enjoy warmth of his cock inside of me, and war
ming my entire body from within from the cold lake water. His arms surrounded my small frame as he began to pump me, his large hands cupping my breasts easily within them.

  As the clouds began to drift over the moon, Greg and I slowly moved towards one another, still riding our lovers. The bimbo and I were soon chest to chest, using each other for support to fuck our lovers. I wrapped one arm around both her and Greg, as my other hand cautiously wander down her body, to her pussy. She cried out as I teased her clit while my husband fucked her, and she was soon thrusting her pussy against both my fingers and my husband at the same time.

  Darkness enveloped us completely as the last patch of light from the moon was blocked out from the clouds, leaving only the sounds of our pleasure, the feeling of each other's bodies, and the smell of sex as our only senses. Taking advantage of the situation, I drew Greg closer for a kiss, and my hand drew from the Bimbo's pussy to my husband's cock I stoked him as he fucked her, from his balls back up to the tip as he thrust out. His own hands found my clit, and I bit his tongue as he rubbed it in tiny circles just as Big Hands had done before. My orgasm was rapidly building as our tongues danced inside each other's mouths. I was awashed in fantasy. With my husband Greg kissing me and feeling only the warmth of bodies around me, I could easily believe that it was his cock inside of me. We both let out a muffled cry in each other's mouth as we all exploded in orgasm, and I let myself believe that it was Greg's cum shooting inside of me, filling me as my pussy contracted around his cock, and milking it for every drop of warm sperm it had inside before leaking out of my stretched pussy and down my legs. We collapsed together in the small cockpit, and I found myself with my head on lying on Greg's chest with Big Hand's cock still inside of me. The clouds began to drift off in the night sky, and as the first rays of moonlight streamed down on our small boat, I saw my husband's eyes and they were full of love for me.

  Greg is still working undercover, though I don't mind anymore since I started working undercover under-the-covers with him. My mission to bring my husband back in my life succeeded and opened up new avenues of sexuality for us both. It also did one other thing that was unexpected. It turned out that Big Hands had one more thing that was big about him -- a big mouth, especially after sex. I learned more about what Big Hands was into in two days than my husband did in two years, which ended up in the long run giving Big Hands and a lot of other bad men twenty years behind bars. Six month after my first undercover case, my husband got a promotion which gave him a nice desk job for awhile which allowed him to come home every night.

  "So do you like it now that I'm home every night," he asked one night after another good fuck.

  "Mmmm, yes.... but I do wonder just one thing."

  "And what's that?"

  "When we're going undercover again?"

  The End.

  Pull Over, Peach!

  Peach Powell was 26 years old and was just beginning to get over her shyness. At 5'6" and weighing 300 pounds, she was a very big girl. She had been teased a lot about her weight and the size of her enormous breasts as she grew up. She developed early and filled out a 46HH bra by the time she was in high school. She had had the nicknames "Beach Ball" or "Beach Balls" since elementary school. That being said, she was extremely pretty. She had a beautiful face with flashing blue eyes and chubby cheeks, and a teensy little nose that upturned at the tip. Her hair was blond and slightly wavy, and it hung about her shoulders.

  Peach had just started working at an important engineering firm as an executive secretary a month ago, a job her father had gotten her. Since she had recently established a "very special" working relationship with her boss, she found herself with all kinds of expensive new clothes, a new apartment, and as of last Friday, two days ago, she found herself the proud owner of a brand new Porsche 911 convertible.

  Peach was now speeding down a highway in the Nevada desert, her black Porsche gleaming in the blazing sunshine. With the top down, her blond hair was blowing in the wind, swishing in front of her dark sunglasses and across her ruby red lips. A bead of sweat slid down her neck and soaked into her black tank top which strained to hold back her huge knockers. She adjusted her knee-length white skirt and pressed her black stiletto-heel shoe harder onto the accelerator. The engine growled in a satisfying way and a smile spread on her lips. The vibration of the engine and a light sense of boredom turned her thoughts to sex. A warm feeling in her belly spread down to her pussy, giving her a pleasant tingling sensation.

  As she rounded a bend, a valley stretched before her, lined with billboards on either side. She wiped her hand across her forehead and stroked her hair back, savouring the sensation of the cool wind rushing past her. Her smile quickly faded into an expression of anguish as she saw a motorcycle quickly approaching in her rear-view mirror with red lights flashing. She frowned and blew a lock of hair out of her face as she braked and geared down, preparing to pull over.

  She pulled her vehicle to the side of the road as the motorcycle closed, pulling up behind her. The trooper dismounted and parked his cycle, unbuckling his chinstrap on his helmet and removing his gloves. The trooper cut a handsome figure, tall and lean, with a sexy swagger which reminded her quickly of how horny she was feeling about 10 minutes before she was pulled over. Brightly polished leather boots shone in the sun and clicked against the pavement as the trooper approached. Almost involuntarily, she slid a hand in between her legs and gently squeezed her pussy as she reached over and grabbed her purse to retrieve her license.

  A voice rumbled from behind the mirror-surfaces of state trooper sunglasses, "Hello there. Going a little fast around that corner, weren't you?"

  She felt a flush pass through her and her voice said, "Yeah, but I can go way faster," before she had a chance to think.

  His eyebrows raised and he fixed her with a stare. Just as she was beginning to think she had made a terrible mistake, a smirk crossed his face. "I'd love to see that some time," he said. "But I'm afraid today, I'm going to have to write you up a rather large ticket."

  "Oh, officer," she began in a husky voice, "Isn't there anything I could do to change your mind?"

  A chuckle emitted from his throat as his smirk deepened.

  "Not trying to bribe an officer of the law, are you?" he enquired. "You'll find a state trooper's integrity isn't for sale."

  A grip of near terror seized her as she realized again the seriousness of her situation. She forced a smile and turned to him, trying not to show how scared she was. She was suddenly aware that her pussy was soaking wet and throbbing as she made a decision that terrified her even more. She quickly pulled her tank top underneath her left breast, exposing it fully to his view. The cool breeze chilled the dew of sweat on her naked boob, causing her to shiver and her nipples to harden like steel tips. She felt a dizziness wash over her as she was gripped in near panic, her twat pulsing and throbbing, not sure if she was about to cum or pass out.

  It seemed like forever until he spoke. "Integrity can always be bartered for, however." His left hand reached over and bared her right tit. Her nipples seem to harden even more, almost painfully so, as his fingers gently traced the underside of her breasts, sending a deep warm thrill through her. The breath that she now realized she was holding came in a series of deep gasps and her pussy felt aflame, soaked and twitching. Her legs parted and her thighs flexed, her pelvis rocking back and forth gently as he kneaded her soft melons. "These are the best tits I've seen on this stretch of the highway or any other", he mused, then looked straight into her eyes as he removed his sunglasses.

  "OK, here's the deal," he said plainly. He opened her door and reached down to her seat back release, dropping her back almost prone, coaxing a startled gasp from her lips. "You lie back there nicely and hold your tits together while I fuck them, and maybe we'll forget all about that heavy foot of yours. Sound good?"

  "That sounds wonderful, officer!" she breathed, pulling her tank top off as her clit stiffened, the slightest friction from her skirt driving her mad
with desire.

  He unzipped his pants and pulled them down to the top of his thighs, revealing a rock-hard throbbing prick. "Squeeze those titties together," he ordered in a tight raspy voice. She did as he said, in a daze of lust, almost unable to comprehend what was happening. He spat on his cock and again into his hand, spreading his saliva in between her jugs. "Spit on my cock," he told her. Again, she did as he commanded, spattering his glistening shaft as he presented it in front of her face. She remained fixated on his pulsating rod as he slowly lowered it into her cleavage, swinging his leg over to straddle her chest.

  He began slowly pumping his cock back and forth between her luscious mounds, the tip poking through right in front of her eyes at the pinnacle of each thrust. The sight excited her even more, her cunt clenching in time with each of his pelvic motions. His breath quickened with her heart rate, his fucking rhythm picking up pace. A low moan escaped her lips and her pussy began to sting and vibrate. She was sure that even without anything touching her snatch, she was about to orgasm!

  He was now furiously humping her cleavage, sweat dripping from his forehead. "God damn!" he exclaimed. "These are the sexiest tits I've ever seen in my life! I'm gonna fuckin' cum!"

  "Yes!" she cried out. "Yes! Do it! Cum all over my titties!" She squeezed her jugs tight together, and he pulled his dick out from between them. A guttural cry tore from his throat and he started pounding his quivering dick. He leaned forward and his helmet fell off, bouncing off the car and clattering to the ground. A thick white strand of semen erupted from the end of his engorged red glans, spattering her right breast and on to her neck. A wail came from deep inside of her as at the sight, her cunt convulsed and contracted in the deep waves of an intense orgasm!

  A long low groan came from him as his dick continued spewing out jet after jet of white hot sperm, coating her tits, her shoulders, her neck, her chin, and a couple of dots spraying onto her cheeks, her sunglasses, and into her hair.