Miami Bound

by Henry Morgan

  After he had enjoyed her attentive mouth and tongue for a while, David took Tammy by the arm, pulled her roughly to her feet, led her over to a second couch, and shoved her down onto the plush cushions.

  ‘Pull your skirt up,’ he commanded.

  She writhed enticingly as she struggled to obey him, pulling the material up around her waist and spreading her legs. Her neatly trimmed pussy was flushed a lovely rose colour, and glistening enticingly with her juices.

  David stepped out of his shoes and trousers, knelt on the cushions between her knees, and lifted her legs up in the air, ready to penetrate her.

  On the other side of the room, Oscar turned his head and saw his beautiful young wife spread-eagled and hungry for another man’s cock. He sat up abruptly as a very real doubt flashed through his fantasy-fogged brain. He looked at David’s rigid penis, resting flat up against his stomach, long and solid and much bigger than his own. He knew once the Englishman buried his pole in her pussy that Tammy would know what it was like to have a real erection inside her. She would know what it was like to really be filled and fulfilled. Shame, guilt and fear attacked his mind and his excitement ebbed, abruptly enabling him to think straight.

  ‘Wait,’ Oscar cried, ‘I’m not so sure about this any more. I think I’ve made a big mistake.’

  David had been expecting such a response at some point. So he had been sizing the man up since he stepped into his house, and he knew he could get the better of him if it came down to a fight. He hung Tammy’s knees over his shoulders, so her pussy was almost obscenely exposed.

  ‘Don’t do it,’ Oscar pleaded.

  But David ignored him and lowered his cockhead towards Tammy’s vulnerable pussy, and when she felt the head of his penis press against her opening, she moaned with longing. But before David enjoyed the pleasures of penetrating her, he watched her husband get up off the couch. As he did so, Oscar’s trousers fell to his ankles and revealed his deflated prick. David looked at it before meeting his eyes. The man was scared. He had wanted to give Tammy a good time and watch her enjoy it, but he had made a big mistake. Oscar believed he was incapable of satisfying his wife, but he no longer wanted this proved to him. Now he was faced with another challenge. Could he fight for her? David thought not, even as he lowered Tammy’s legs and stood up to face her husband.

  Oscar looked intensely nervous and his penis had shrivelled pathetically. David, on the other hand, was confident, and his stiff rod was a testament to this fact.

  ‘Please don’t do it,’ Oscar kept pleading with him. ‘I don’t think I can bear it.’ But David merely laughed cruelly in his face.

  ‘Sit down and enjoy the show,’ he mocked. ‘Your wife’s now going to get the fucking she deserves.’

  Oscar stepped defiantly forward, but David matched his stride, stopping him in his tracks. Oscar was almost in tears now, and he turned to his young wife for help.

  But she offered him none. The extra tension of his anxiety, added to the prospect that she was about to be fucked by an attractive stranger while her husband was forced to watch, only intensified her excitement. She held her legs up and slipped two fingers into her pussy, working them slowly in and out, teasing both him and herself as she prepared to take the real thing.

  ‘Don’t let him do it Tammy, please,’ Oscar begged. ‘It’s all just a fantasy gone wrong. Let’s work it out together, alone.’

  ‘Just sit down and shut up,’ she said frankly. ‘I want his beautiful big dick up inside me and you’re not stopping me. If you want me to stay with you, you’d better sit down and watch like a good boy.’ She glanced down at his limp penis with contempt. ‘You’d better get used to wanking that pathetic excuse for a prick, too, because from now on, I’m only fucking real men.’

  Tears welled up in Oscar’s eyes, and he sank down into the nearest chair.

  Smiling, David returned to his position kneeling between Tammy’s thighs.

  ‘Fuck me hard,’ she urged quietly, staring up into his eyes. ‘You can do whatever you want to me as long as you fuck me hard.’

  He leaned forward, and ripped open her blouse. She had full, round breasts set like lustrous pearls in a red satin demi-cup bra. David tugged it down and exposed her deliciously large, and achingly hard nipples. Then he turned his head to watch the torment on her husband’s face as he massaged her breasts roughly, squeezing and moulding them between his fingers.

  Despite his intense reservations, the sight of his young wife wantonly giving herself to an aggressive stranger transfixed Oscar. Full of fear, but desperate to save something for himself, he asked quietly and politely if David would at least consider wearing a condom.

  ‘Not for a slut like her,’ David replied, being intentionally brutal with his words. ‘I’m going to plant my spunk deep inside her, and if you want it out, you can lick it out after I’m finished with her.’

  ‘Oh, fuck me,’ she begged, his obscene tirade nearly sending her over the edge.

  He obliged by bending her almost in half, leaning into her so her thighs were pressed against her breasts. In this position, David knew Oscar would have a good view of his cock ramming in and out of his wife’s pussy.

  Then he penetrated her at last, sinking deep inside her with one long insistent thrust.

  Oscar never took his eyes off David’s penis as it drove in and out of his wife. Even when her orgasms began flowing into each other and she begged David to come inside her, her husband did not look away. He watched for the fateful moment when the stranger’s thrusts became more and more urgent, for the telltale sign of his buttocks tightening, which would signal the fact that his wife was passionately absorbing another man’s seed.

  Oscar saw the slight blissful grimace on the Englishman’s face as he ejaculated deep inside his lovely Tammy, and then looked down at himself, and to his intense shame, Oscar realised that he, too, had come.

  David and the other man’s lovely young wife remained entwined for another five or so minutes, kissing and caressing each other as if they had been lovers for years. He had been happy with his performance, even before she told him he was the best fuck she’d ever had.

  ‘I need a drink,’ David announced, and Oscar’s eyes went straight to his cock as he stood up. He was hoping to see evidence that this stranger, this foreigner, hadn’t actually come inside his wife, but his hope was in vain; David’s diminishing erection was gleaming with Tammy’s juices and his own spent semen. Oscar groaned, planted his head in his hands, and shook it in despair.

  When David returned with drinks for Tammy and himself, she was sitting up. He handed her the glass and sat across from her on a chair. He sipped his vodka contentedly for a moment, and then with his drink in his hand, he motioned for her to spread her legs again. She did as he instructed, and Oscar let out another anguished groan.

  Tammy smiled smugly at David, and reached for a pack of cigarettes on the table beside her. She took one, and threw the pack to David.

  He caught it. ‘What do you think, Oscar?’ he goaded. ‘I made you a lovely cream pie just as you like them.’

  ‘Thank our guest, darling,’ Tammy said, adding insult to injury. ‘He’s left you a nice creamy pie for your supper, all soft and warm from the oven.’ She drew on her cigarette, and then blew the smoke disdainfully across the room at him.

  ‘Thank you,’ Oscar whispered. ‘Thank you very much.’

  ‘Come on, sweetheart, you can do better than that,’ she taunted him. ‘It’s a lovely pie. Look...’ She lifted her bottom off the cushion and showed him her pussy. Her labia was as pink and shiny as the inside of a seashell, and it looked as though an ocean wave had broken against it and left its salty, glimmering foam behind as it ebbed.

  Oscar groaned tormentedly yet again, and closed his eyes.

  ‘The thing about cream pies,’ David put in, ‘is that if the husband
doesn’t eat it all up, the wife gets upset and feels compelled to make him another one. Do you get my drift?’

  Oscar got his drift only too well; his face contorted in utter, blissful, unbearable torment.

  ‘Come on, sweetheart,’ Tammy urged callously, ‘it’s time for your supper. I know you want it; your little thing is sticking up again, and it never lies to me.’

  ‘It’s up to you, my man.’ David smiled and blew smoke into Oscar’s face, just as the man’s wife had done. ‘Get eating, or I’ll have to bake her a fresh one. What’s it going to be?’

  Despite the battle going on in his head, Oscar’s penis was clearly winning the war. It convinced him he had no choice but to lick Tammy’s pussy clean of every last drop of another man’s sperm; it wanted a piece of the pie, and any piece it could get.

  And then to add insult to injury again, Tammy ordered Oscar to take his clothes off. She lit another cigarette while he undressed, got herself comfortable by propping cushions up on either side of her, and when she was ready, she motioned for her husband to get to work.

  He sank to his knees before her, and began lapping away between her thighs. In this humiliating position his backside pointed directly at David. He was just the right distance away, his bottom was at just the right height, and David simply could not resist. So he lifted his feet and used the grovelling man as a footstool. It added to the other man’s humiliation, but also, perversely, to the size of his dick.

  ‘I always knew he was a pussy-whipped little wimp.’ Tammy laughed down at her spouse, who kept right on licking her as eagerly as a dog. ‘What do you think, he looks sort of natural down there, doesn’t he?’

  David nodded, and blew a thick stream of cigarette smoke between the cheeks of her husband’s arse.

  Oscar felt the smoky caress on his balls and his cock strained another notch, driving him to lap faster and deeper between Tammy’s moist lips. The initial shock of the alien flavour had vanished and he found himself searching out her silky inner walls for every last drop of David’s milk.

  The pleasure of having her husband licking out another man’s sperm was causing Tammy to experience the beginnings of another climax. It made her breathless as it slowly began breaking through her belly and over her sex. ‘Harder,’ she gasped. ‘Get right up inside me and lick out every last drop. And while you’re doing that, sweetheart, think about the fact that, from now on, I’m fucking any man I want to, including Todd.

  ‘Yes, Todd has hit on me,’ she revealed cruelly, intensifying her husband’s torment, ‘and now there’s no need for me to turn him down. You’ll be licking a fresh cream pie again in two days, as soon as I go back to work. And don’t stop licking now, or I’ll get Todd to butt fuck you like his sissy wimp.’

  Oscar did not look as if he planned to stop what he was doing - licking Tammy’s clit in a frenzy of lust. The couple appeared destined to come together, helped along by her increasingly foul mouth as she ground her pussy in his face.

  ‘Lick it,’ she said breathlessly. ‘Lick it clean and get it ready for another load.’ She put her hands behind his head and pulled his face hard against her. ‘Your little prick won’t even touch the sides now I’ve been stretched by a real cock... oh...’ The memory of David’s thick erection rising in and out between her slender thighs pushed her over the edge, and she screamed as her climax flooded her husband’s mouth.

  As she came down slowly, her body continued shivering in response to dozens of tiny aftershocks of pleasure that coursed through her young flesh in the most exquisite way imaginable. She looked across at David, and saw that his cock was as stiff as a pole again. Then she looked down at Oscar, still lapping away at her throbbing cleft. The night’s events, and everything they had made her feel, had clarified all her fuzzy thinking about sex. As she looked down at her husband, and then across at David and his beautifully erect penis, she understood that there were different types of men in the world, and two of them were in the room with her. She was married to a submissive, insecure man who was happy to dine on the cream pie provided by a real man who had just given her the fuck of her life. And in that instant, she knew life was only going to get better and better.

  Staring over at David’s excitingly rigid penis, her eyes slowly worked their way up to his unsmiling face. She took a long, deep drag of her cigarette, held the smoke in her lungs for a moment, and then slowly exhaled as she reached across and stubbed it out in the nearest ashtray. David returned her gaze impassively, but lifted his feet off the other man’s back as Oscar slumped to the floor, gripping his pulsing penis as he came all over himself yet again.

  ‘I will be fucking David all night long in our bed,’ Tammy informed him. ‘Clean up this mess and then go to sleep on the couch. I’ll call you when I need my pussy cleaned again.’

  David awoke to the warmth of a woman’s mouth and tongue worshipping his gentle morning erection. He gingerly lifted the quilt to watch Tammy’s blonde head bobbing up and down beneath it.

  ‘Well, good morning,’ he said. ‘Is this breakfast in bed?’

  She looked up at him, and smiled. ‘It’s the only way to wake up, don’t you think?’ She promptly climbed over him, and guided his prepared cock up into her pussy. Then she sat up and rode him with a slow, steady rhythm while rubbing her clitoris with her fingertips.

  David relaxed, and let the pretty young wife pleasure herself.

  ‘I was a bit hard on poor Oscar last night,’ she remarked breathlessly, turned on by the memory of how wicked she had been, ‘but I got a little too carried away.’

  ‘Where is he now?’ David asked indifferently.

  ‘Fixing breakfast - and a full English breakfast, just like I told him to. I thought it might help you get your strength back,’ she teased, and began riding him more urgently, biting her bottom lip as she selfishly drove herself towards another orgasm.

  David grabbed a hold of her hips and ground himself gently but firmly between her legs, until he nearly reached his own peak. Then he urged her into a more relaxed rhythm to prolong the pleasure.

  She leaned back and caressed her breasts, moulding their firm but tender flesh beneath her painted nails, and stretching her nipples to an almost obscene length.

  Then their lovemaking was interrupted by a light knock on the bedroom door.

  ‘What do you want?’ Tammy demanded impatiently.

  ‘Um, breakfast is ready, dear,’ Oscar answered from beyond the closed door, sounding extremely tentative.

  ‘Well, bring it in then,’ she ordered.

  Tammy remained proudly poised on her lover’s cock, her back arched and her breasts thrust out defiantly as her husband entered the room. He was carrying a loaded tray, and he was naked. He walked to the bed and stood beside it, his eyes lowered as he awaited further instructions.

  David paid the snivelling man no attention whatsoever; enrapt as he was with what the girl’s clever vagina was doing to his cock.

  ‘Put the tray over there, Oscar,’ Tammy said without looking at him, ‘on the dressing table.’

  Oscar did as he was told. He placed the tray on the dressing table, and then turned back to torment himself with the sight of his wife’s toned bottom moving up and down as she rode David’s turgid erection with her pussy.

  ‘Oh, not again,’ Tammy murmured disdainfully as she gazed through hooded eyes over her shoulder and saw her husband’s penis stiffening. ‘Get out of here you dirty little man. Can’t you see I’m with our guest and control yourself for once?’

  For a moment it seemed Oscar was about to respond, but Tammy cut him off before he could utter a word. ‘You must have some house chores to do,’ she said scornfully. ‘Well, go do them, and when David and I are finished here I’ll be out to check on your work.’

  Oscar left the bedroom without saying a word.

  Aroused by her newfound powe
r, Tammy braced herself on David’s chest as she ground her pussy against him, and then she wailed in triumph as she came with his cock lodged as deep inside her as she could get it.

  David was a man who knew how to please women, but he was also a firm believer in an alternative scenario to the one unfolding between Tammy and Oscar.

  On another occasion he would have put Tammy over the dresser, dipped her nipples in the hot egg yolks, and spanked her bottom until it was raw as punishment for taking her pleasure without the slightest thought for his own. But he recognised he was only a bit player in the drama unfolding in Rushmore Crescent, so he let the young woman have her fun. After all, he had enjoyed himself immensely already thanks to her and her pitiful husband. He respected the mysteries of human sexuality, and if Tammy and Oscar were happy playing this perverse little game, well then, he certainly had nothing against it. He did, however, intend to come himself, so he tightly held Tammy’s waist and bucked up with his hips, driving his cock even deeper inside her.

  ‘Looks like Oscar’s getting another cream pie for breakfast,’ he said through gritted teeth as he came.

  Chapter 7

  David had seen it in countless movies and now there it was, the Golden Gate Bridge, one of the wonders of the modern world, and an embodiment of the American attitude that money and technology make anything possible.