My wife Joy and I have been married for seven years. and are in our mid-30s. She has red hair, big brown eyes, and a freckled dollface that suggests nothing but innocence. She is a petite 5’2” and was perhaps too thin when we first met, but with astonishingly perky breasts. She has put on just a few pounds, and is now about 125, but that weight has gone to her breasts and ass in just the right way. Her former “A” cups are now bountiful “C”s, with large, slightly puffy pink nipples. I have never seen a nicer pair, whether in person or in Playboy. I am olive-skinned with dark brown hair and brown eyes and keep myself in pretty good physical shape. We share a great relationship, and that includes the sex. Neither of us had many partners before and, when we started dating, she had her first “full-body” orgasm with me. We had even discovered together her ability to squirt, the first time both of us getting showered in her spray when I was fucking her on the side of the bed, holding her legs spread wide apart.
I have decided to write down three of the pivotal stories about the growth of our sex life. The first one happened one May less than a year into our marriage.
One night we were flirting a little in the hot tub, relaxing and having a few drinks. Gin, maybe? I more than hinted to her that I had a surprise for she that evening. We had “lost” our suits and sat close together, talking, kissing randomly. The night was clear and the stars and moon provided the only light. Which was just enough.
When it was time to go in, I rose first and let her stare at my cock for a moment, still glistening. Maybe just a little too close to her, pausing maybe a little too long. And clearly on purpose. It was warm from the water and fattened sightly from our gentle playing around. When it’s fully erect, it’s about six inches long and 5.5” in circumference, but now was not quite hard. She smiled to herself, knowing for sure that I intended to give it to her. I helped her out of the tub, those breasts wet, pale and almost reflective in the moonlight. We grabbed our towels but didn’t wrap ourselves. There is a certain thrill of walking naked from the tub to the house, even if it’s after midnight. What if the neighbors see us? It seems like I only felt the breeze in one place. And that night the breeze was stiff.
Tipsy, I was excited because in anticipation giving her a surprise that I had been planning for a while.
We went upstairs and she said she was going to get ready for bed. I kissed her, grabbed her around the waist, then licked her nipple, playfully running my finger between her perfect breasts, down her stomach, her hip, then veered to her center, lingering briefly on her clit.
“Don't be too long.”
She returned to a dimly lit bedroom. I was now naked on the bed, reclined on a pile of pillows, laying back. She could see my cock, still hanging, not entirely hard but grown, like it just needed a small push. She could easily have taken all of me in her mouth right now, perhaps even my balls too, then feel me grow.
Instead, I patted the bed between my legs. “Come lay back and rest on me.” She did and I wrapped my arms around her from behind, one on her waist, the other cupping a breast.
“What’s going on, Kurt?”
I turned on the TV and DVD on to an old movie from the ‘70s or early ‘80s. Soon, it became apparent that it wasn’t just a movie, it was “vintage adult entertainment”. There is an unsuspecting, innocent girl who meets a tall man with lots of curly hair. Has Joy maybe seen him before? Things happen rapidly in the film, of course. It’s maybe a little ‘70s formulaic, but for me deeply erotic. Probably because it’s where I first saw sex when I was younger.
The girl is a pretty redhead, clearly dressed in something from the era. Joy may have worn exactly the same thing if she were her age back then. They make some inconsistent small talk that was, you know, probably unscripted, but we know where this is going. They kiss. He turns her around and caresses her breasts, unbuttoning and dropping her dress, revealing her stockinged legs. He undoes his pants before he turns her around. She hasn’t yet seen what’s waiting for her down there, so he guides her hand down as he kisses her.
The camera pans down. I watched Joy’s mouth open, surprised by the size of his cock, which she might have mistaken for an arm. Clearly this is John Holmes. Maybe she had seen this dick before, but forgotten it, if she even could. It’s own weight pulls it down like gravity. Even semisoft, it’s huge, thicker than her wrist. He hasn’t finished growing, his foreskin still covering his head. The girl’s hand looks too small as she folds as much of his dick as she can into it. Seeing all of this, Joy would later say, she got some butterflies in her stomach.
I remark that the girl looks like Joy, except with some serious ‘80s hair. She is her height. Her body is like hers. Her breasts have a similar curve, but aren’t as big. The girl’s eyes are blue. She is surprised and innocent looking as he convinces her to kneel and get a better look. She’s never seen or felt anything like it. She can’t wrap her hand around its thickness, but puts it in her mouth and does her best to take some of it in. She is squeezing, staring at its girth as she starts to accommodate it. She looks up at him with large blue eyes. He’s growing even bigger now, even the angle of his dick adjusting to new hardness. He lays her on the sofa, opens her legs and slowly eases past her lips, rubbing up and down. The camera is now on her face as he enters her. She has an initial look of surprise. It’s not quite a look of pain, but rather the surprise of some newly discovered pleasure. I wondered aloud if she’s acting. Joy remained quiet, watching everything that was happening. Even his tip opens her wide, he pushes down on the base of her vagina to make room, then the rest of his shaft slowly widens her the deeper it goes. After a minute or two, she has now spread her legs wide open and he is going nearly all the way in. Then the camera is above, giving us a view of the width of his cock dividing her lips. The girl is moaning and holding onto the pillows for traction. He is unrelenting and she has no protest. I could now feel my strong, fast heartbeat thumping out a rhythm on Joy’s back.
Her petite body looks so small taking that huge dick. Was Joy wondering what John Holmes would feel like inside of her?
He turns her over and starts fucking her doggie style. The camera is back on her face and she is writhing and smiling. Her breasts sway faster, farther as he pounds her harder. I say it’s a little surreal seeing a girl who looks so much like Joy getting fucked so hard by such a big dick.
Joy said nothing.
I’m not sure if the film turned her on, but did sense some excitement in her seeing me getting so hot. My cock had been hard against the small of her back since she laid down and I’d been caressing her breasts from behind while we watch. I slid my hand down her side, to the inside of her leg, then to her core. I could feel that she’d been wet for some time. Even her innermost thighs were moist.
I think the girl in the film is no longer the innocent. Has he corrupted her with that grand piece of meat? She wants more and her pussy is ready to accommodate it. She pushes him down on his back and now easily slides down on that dick, reverse cowgirl. Now it’s her that’s pounding him, her legs wide. The base of his dick is wide and when she goes all the way down, she stretches just that much more. She is now making short strokes, her clit and lips bouncing on his balls. It looks like she has control of only this motion. She is no longer thinking; she is only feeling. Her orgasm is loud and long. She slides him out and we are reminded of the almost one foot of thick cock that was inside her. She backs up, grabs it with what seem like two impossibly tiny hands and makes him come. She tries to swallow as much of his come as possible, but some overflows her mouth and dribbles from the corner of her mouth. More runs down the length of his cock. She licks it like a “thank you” for the hard fucking, for what he’s brought her.
“Whew” is all Joy said, slightly reddened in the low light.
“Then it’s time for you to open your present.” I reached under the bed and handed her a heavy, unwrapped box with a red ribbon. By now, it was no surprise that it’s a dildo molded from John Holmes, his photo on the box. She laughed nervously as she removed it and felt the weight. The material is remarkably soft feeling, with the hardness deep underneath. The outer texture is almost gentle. It has a suction cup base, maybe for a hard fucking in the shower. She tried to wrap her fingers around it, more than seven inches around, and ten or more inches long. I told her my “friend” was going to stretch her pussy and he’s going to make her come hard tonight. Wondering aloud if he will even fit, she sat back on the bed with her legs partially open. I could now see that she was even wetter now, assuring her he’s going to be gentle. At first!
With no small amount of uncertainty, she said “I’m not so sure he’s going to fit,” she laughed almost shyly, all the while starting to almost absentmindedly explore her new friend, squeezing him and running her hand along his length, cupping his balls. Getting more comfortable with him, she said, “Maybe he’s worth a try.” After a minute, she started to run that length along her inner thighs with a curious look. She placed the base against her pussy and stood it up, imaging this dick’s owner’s perspective. With one hand on the base of “her” cock, she stroked the head a few times for even more perspective.
Then she wondered aloud if he would even start to fit in her mouth. Obviously curious, but almost as if asking for permission.
“Let’s see.”
I took it from her and told her I’d be right back, running it under some hot water to clean and warm it. While she waited, I peeked into the bedroom. She lay back where I was, opened her legs, and played lightly with her pussy. She was remarkably wet and swollen, doubtless contemplating what was in store for her tonight.
As I returned, my cock was standing straight up, fully hard. I was clearly excited to give her this present. The other dick in my hand was wet and warmed, hanging down heavy, hard too, ready to fuck, but we would both need to get her ready, so I pulled her to the edge of he bed and eased my dick inside. While I slowly indulged in her wetness, I handed “John” back to her and she reversed him, leaning her head back a little, and took him into her mouth from above. Now she was getting it from two men. Me in her pussy and John standing above her, feeding her his cock.
Was this one of her fantasies, giving herself to two men who are totally in control of her? Can she feel the rhythm we’re making? As I drove into her, he withdrew from her mouth, then the reverse. Did she like the sensation of a big dick in her mouth while she’s getting fucked? Did she wish for the other way around? Did she wish he were here, warm, to touch her shoulders, her breasts as she gives him head? Maybe finger her clit while I fuck her? As I fucked her harder, my hands pulling in her hips, she came easily. I held back because I didn’t want to come yet. She was now as ready as she could be for my gifted friend. Was she intimidated? Or ready for a massive fucking? Or both?
I pulled out slowly then squeezed some warm lube on my fingers and started rubbing her pussy.
“Lay back and relax. Your new friend is aching to fuck you.”
I applied lots of lube on the length of her friend too, and I laid him on her stomach like he would, to ready her for his size. She felt his warmth from the hot water, even warmer than her own body heat. The tip of his cock reached past her belly button and she could feel his wet, hot balls against her clit. He briefly pushed those balls into her clit. Then he drew back and rubbed his head over her clit, slowly rubbing it up and down her lips. It was obvious that the warmth and wetness felt too good to her. She could feel the girth of that big toy start to open her far wider than I ever had.
She sighed and closed her eyes. Her new visitor was here now, patient, holding his cock at her door with just enough pressure to remind her that he is very, very well hung. When she was ready, she sighed and gave a small push. He gave a gentle push back. Her eyes opened briefly and she was the innocent girl in the movie, surprised that a cock can be this big. Surprised that it can make her feel like this, and it’s not even inside of her. Yet. He rubbed her clit once more and, on the down stroke, eased his head into her. She spread her legs, not just to accommodate her new lover, but to give me a better view. A view that I love, and she could see this in my eyes. Knowing that tonight’s gift was giving her this much pleasure outweighed the trepidation I had of loaning my wife to another lover. With each push, he widened an immense capital “O” of her, even with more than seven inches of his dick remaining outside of her. Her sighs had now become soft whimpers, increasing in intensity with his increasing pace. He gently squeezed another inch in, then pulled back, easing his head out with her lips hanging on to him like a glove. He pulled out with the promise of more, but her pussy now was more awake, more ready for what was next. Without him inside of her, her pussy was now an open mouth, pleading for his return.
Did she feel an ache for him when he was gone? Her own wetness added to the lube and he returned, now with a deeper thrust. He was beyond her lips now and spreading her walls, filling her despite the fact that he wasn’t even half the way in. His thickness was making a newfound friction at the top of her “O”, caressing her clit from the inside like never before. She stopped counting the motion of his cock and simply begin to feel it, no longer able to concentrate. I felt newfound wetness coming from her as he now was pounding into her, hitting every spot she has, including “G”. She opened her eyes for just a moment. From her viewpoint, she could see that he was sinking two thirds of his thickness into her, pulling out another third, then thrusting back in. Over and over. From my viewpoint, she was being fucked by John Holmes, and she was loving it. She spread her legs as wide as they would go and are was pushing back against him as he now slammed into her. I don’t think she was aware of her cries until she opened her eyes. Could the neighbors hear her? She didn’t give a fuck. Her entire body was being rocked back and forth with the waves of wild fucking. Her breasts danced to that rhythm. She had let herself go to fucking this giant dick.
With a hot rush, her chest became crimson. Her legs started to tremble. She seemed to try to control the shaking, but that just made it worse. She was now making noises that were almost more animal than human, forgetting that I was there. She was pulsing around the girth of the monster cock inside of her. Her entire body was one orgasm, swirling around that dick. Her eyes closed, she begged him not to stop as her climax hit, making her dizzy:
“Don’t fucking stop!”
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCK!”
I thought for a moment that she was going to black out but, thankfully, she was laying down. He was entirely in control of her body now. How long did it last? I don’t remember, but do recall her looking down at her pussy to see that he was nearly all inside of her with maybe an inch and a half left outside. I remember seeing his balls slapping her as she was screaming and coming. After she went limp, he slowly withdrew as we watched each inch drip with her wetness, amazed to have been fucked so hard by this much dick.
She wasn’t finished, seeing that “our” dicks were still hard and needing to come. We had to come. She sat up little and invited us to her mouth, grabbing our cocks, licking and sucking them, even trying to fit us both into her mouth. Which didn’t work. As she took him in, mouth agape, I was stroking hard. She knows me well enough to know that when I come, it’s going to be a lot. The image of her thanking him for the pounding by giving him head was more than enough for me. She opened her mouth, ready for me to come, and started sucking me hard, moaning for me to come. Which I did. Almost comical amounts, in her mouth, on her chin, even some on her neck and breasts. She took me back in her mouth when my orgasm slowed, still swallowing my remaining come. She smiled and didn’t let me or him go as minutes passed. Eventually, she lay back smiling, eyes closed, my come now a thin layer on her chin.
I could tell that her new friend had exhausted her, so I held her to sleep, after I used that suction cup to attach him to the headboard. Tomorrow morning perhaps she would be ready for more…
I have decided to write down three of the pivotal stories about the growth of our sex life. The first one happened one May less than a year into our marriage.
One night we were flirting a little in the hot tub, relaxing and having a few drinks. Gin, maybe? I more than hinted to her that I had a surprise for she that evening. We had “lost” our suits and sat close together, talking, kissing randomly. The night was clear and the stars and moon provided the only light. Which was just enough.
When it was time to go in, I rose first and let her stare at my cock for a moment, still glistening. Maybe just a little too close to her, pausing maybe a little too long. And clearly on purpose. It was warm from the water and fattened sightly from our gentle playing around. When it’s fully erect, it’s about six inches long and 5.5” in circumference, but now was not quite hard. She smiled to herself, knowing for sure that I intended to give it to her. I helped her out of the tub, those breasts wet, pale and almost reflective in the moonlight. We grabbed our towels but didn’t wrap ourselves. There is a certain thrill of walking naked from the tub to the house, even if it’s after midnight. What if the neighbors see us? It seems like I only felt the breeze in one place. And that night the breeze was stiff.
Tipsy, I was excited because in anticipation giving her a surprise that I had been planning for a while.
We went upstairs and she said she was going to get ready for bed. I kissed her, grabbed her around the waist, then licked her nipple, playfully running my finger between her perfect breasts, down her stomach, her hip, then veered to her center, lingering briefly on her clit.
“Don't be too long.”
She returned to a dimly lit bedroom. I was now naked on the bed, reclined on a pile of pillows, laying back. She could see my cock, still hanging, not entirely hard but grown, like it just needed a small push. She could easily have taken all of me in her mouth right now, perhaps even my balls too, then feel me grow.
Instead, I patted the bed between my legs. “Come lay back and rest on me.” She did and I wrapped my arms around her from behind, one on her waist, the other cupping a breast.
“What’s going on, Kurt?”
I turned on the TV and DVD on to an old movie from the ‘70s or early ‘80s. Soon, it became apparent that it wasn’t just a movie, it was “vintage adult entertainment”. There is an unsuspecting, innocent girl who meets a tall man with lots of curly hair. Has Joy maybe seen him before? Things happen rapidly in the film, of course. It’s maybe a little ‘70s formulaic, but for me deeply erotic. Probably because it’s where I first saw sex when I was younger.
The girl is a pretty redhead, clearly dressed in something from the era. Joy may have worn exactly the same thing if she were her age back then. They make some inconsistent small talk that was, you know, probably unscripted, but we know where this is going. They kiss. He turns her around and caresses her breasts, unbuttoning and dropping her dress, revealing her stockinged legs. He undoes his pants before he turns her around. She hasn’t yet seen what’s waiting for her down there, so he guides her hand down as he kisses her.
The camera pans down. I watched Joy’s mouth open, surprised by the size of his cock, which she might have mistaken for an arm. Clearly this is John Holmes. Maybe she had seen this dick before, but forgotten it, if she even could. It’s own weight pulls it down like gravity. Even semisoft, it’s huge, thicker than her wrist. He hasn’t finished growing, his foreskin still covering his head. The girl’s hand looks too small as she folds as much of his dick as she can into it. Seeing all of this, Joy would later say, she got some butterflies in her stomach.
I remark that the girl looks like Joy, except with some serious ‘80s hair. She is her height. Her body is like hers. Her breasts have a similar curve, but aren’t as big. The girl’s eyes are blue. She is surprised and innocent looking as he convinces her to kneel and get a better look. She’s never seen or felt anything like it. She can’t wrap her hand around its thickness, but puts it in her mouth and does her best to take some of it in. She is squeezing, staring at its girth as she starts to accommodate it. She looks up at him with large blue eyes. He’s growing even bigger now, even the angle of his dick adjusting to new hardness. He lays her on the sofa, opens her legs and slowly eases past her lips, rubbing up and down. The camera is now on her face as he enters her. She has an initial look of surprise. It’s not quite a look of pain, but rather the surprise of some newly discovered pleasure. I wondered aloud if she’s acting. Joy remained quiet, watching everything that was happening. Even his tip opens her wide, he pushes down on the base of her vagina to make room, then the rest of his shaft slowly widens her the deeper it goes. After a minute or two, she has now spread her legs wide open and he is going nearly all the way in. Then the camera is above, giving us a view of the width of his cock dividing her lips. The girl is moaning and holding onto the pillows for traction. He is unrelenting and she has no protest. I could now feel my strong, fast heartbeat thumping out a rhythm on Joy’s back.
Her petite body looks so small taking that huge dick. Was Joy wondering what John Holmes would feel like inside of her?
He turns her over and starts fucking her doggie style. The camera is back on her face and she is writhing and smiling. Her breasts sway faster, farther as he pounds her harder. I say it’s a little surreal seeing a girl who looks so much like Joy getting fucked so hard by such a big dick.
Joy said nothing.
I’m not sure if the film turned her on, but did sense some excitement in her seeing me getting so hot. My cock had been hard against the small of her back since she laid down and I’d been caressing her breasts from behind while we watch. I slid my hand down her side, to the inside of her leg, then to her core. I could feel that she’d been wet for some time. Even her innermost thighs were moist.
I think the girl in the film is no longer the innocent. Has he corrupted her with that grand piece of meat? She wants more and her pussy is ready to accommodate it. She pushes him down on his back and now easily slides down on that dick, reverse cowgirl. Now it’s her that’s pounding him, her legs wide. The base of his dick is wide and when she goes all the way down, she stretches just that much more. She is now making short strokes, her clit and lips bouncing on his balls. It looks like she has control of only this motion. She is no longer thinking; she is only feeling. Her orgasm is loud and long. She slides him out and we are reminded of the almost one foot of thick cock that was inside her. She backs up, grabs it with what seem like two impossibly tiny hands and makes him come. She tries to swallow as much of his come as possible, but some overflows her mouth and dribbles from the corner of her mouth. More runs down the length of his cock. She licks it like a “thank you” for the hard fucking, for what he’s brought her.
“Whew” is all Joy said, slightly reddened in the low light.
“Then it’s time for you to open your present.” I reached under the bed and handed her a heavy, unwrapped box with a red ribbon. By now, it was no surprise that it’s a dildo molded from John Holmes, his photo on the box. She laughed nervously as she removed it and felt the weight. The material is remarkably soft feeling, with the hardness deep underneath. The outer texture is almost gentle. It has a suction cup base, maybe for a hard fucking in the shower. She tried to wrap her fingers around it, more than seven inches around, and ten or more inches long. I told her my “friend” was going to stretch her pussy and he’s going to make her come hard tonight. Wondering aloud if he will even fit, she sat back on the bed with her legs partially open. I could now see that she was even wetter now, assuring her he’s going to be gentle. At first!
With no small amount of uncertainty, she said “I’m not so sure he’s going to fit,” she laughed almost shyly, all the while starting to almost absentmindedly explore her new friend, squeezing him and running her hand along his length, cupping his balls. Getting more comfortable with him, she said, “Maybe he’s worth a try.” After a minute, she started to run that length along her inner thighs with a curious look. She placed the base against her pussy and stood it up, imaging this dick’s owner’s perspective. With one hand on the base of “her” cock, she stroked the head a few times for even more perspective.
Then she wondered aloud if he would even start to fit in her mouth. Obviously curious, but almost as if asking for permission.
“Let’s see.”
I took it from her and told her I’d be right back, running it under some hot water to clean and warm it. While she waited, I peeked into the bedroom. She lay back where I was, opened her legs, and played lightly with her pussy. She was remarkably wet and swollen, doubtless contemplating what was in store for her tonight.
As I returned, my cock was standing straight up, fully hard. I was clearly excited to give her this present. The other dick in my hand was wet and warmed, hanging down heavy, hard too, ready to fuck, but we would both need to get her ready, so I pulled her to the edge of he bed and eased my dick inside. While I slowly indulged in her wetness, I handed “John” back to her and she reversed him, leaning her head back a little, and took him into her mouth from above. Now she was getting it from two men. Me in her pussy and John standing above her, feeding her his cock.
Was this one of her fantasies, giving herself to two men who are totally in control of her? Can she feel the rhythm we’re making? As I drove into her, he withdrew from her mouth, then the reverse. Did she like the sensation of a big dick in her mouth while she’s getting fucked? Did she wish for the other way around? Did she wish he were here, warm, to touch her shoulders, her breasts as she gives him head? Maybe finger her clit while I fuck her? As I fucked her harder, my hands pulling in her hips, she came easily. I held back because I didn’t want to come yet. She was now as ready as she could be for my gifted friend. Was she intimidated? Or ready for a massive fucking? Or both?
I pulled out slowly then squeezed some warm lube on my fingers and started rubbing her pussy.
“Lay back and relax. Your new friend is aching to fuck you.”
I applied lots of lube on the length of her friend too, and I laid him on her stomach like he would, to ready her for his size. She felt his warmth from the hot water, even warmer than her own body heat. The tip of his cock reached past her belly button and she could feel his wet, hot balls against her clit. He briefly pushed those balls into her clit. Then he drew back and rubbed his head over her clit, slowly rubbing it up and down her lips. It was obvious that the warmth and wetness felt too good to her. She could feel the girth of that big toy start to open her far wider than I ever had.
She sighed and closed her eyes. Her new visitor was here now, patient, holding his cock at her door with just enough pressure to remind her that he is very, very well hung. When she was ready, she sighed and gave a small push. He gave a gentle push back. Her eyes opened briefly and she was the innocent girl in the movie, surprised that a cock can be this big. Surprised that it can make her feel like this, and it’s not even inside of her. Yet. He rubbed her clit once more and, on the down stroke, eased his head into her. She spread her legs, not just to accommodate her new lover, but to give me a better view. A view that I love, and she could see this in my eyes. Knowing that tonight’s gift was giving her this much pleasure outweighed the trepidation I had of loaning my wife to another lover. With each push, he widened an immense capital “O” of her, even with more than seven inches of his dick remaining outside of her. Her sighs had now become soft whimpers, increasing in intensity with his increasing pace. He gently squeezed another inch in, then pulled back, easing his head out with her lips hanging on to him like a glove. He pulled out with the promise of more, but her pussy now was more awake, more ready for what was next. Without him inside of her, her pussy was now an open mouth, pleading for his return.
Did she feel an ache for him when he was gone? Her own wetness added to the lube and he returned, now with a deeper thrust. He was beyond her lips now and spreading her walls, filling her despite the fact that he wasn’t even half the way in. His thickness was making a newfound friction at the top of her “O”, caressing her clit from the inside like never before. She stopped counting the motion of his cock and simply begin to feel it, no longer able to concentrate. I felt newfound wetness coming from her as he now was pounding into her, hitting every spot she has, including “G”. She opened her eyes for just a moment. From her viewpoint, she could see that he was sinking two thirds of his thickness into her, pulling out another third, then thrusting back in. Over and over. From my viewpoint, she was being fucked by John Holmes, and she was loving it. She spread her legs as wide as they would go and are was pushing back against him as he now slammed into her. I don’t think she was aware of her cries until she opened her eyes. Could the neighbors hear her? She didn’t give a fuck. Her entire body was being rocked back and forth with the waves of wild fucking. Her breasts danced to that rhythm. She had let herself go to fucking this giant dick.
With a hot rush, her chest became crimson. Her legs started to tremble. She seemed to try to control the shaking, but that just made it worse. She was now making noises that were almost more animal than human, forgetting that I was there. She was pulsing around the girth of the monster cock inside of her. Her entire body was one orgasm, swirling around that dick. Her eyes closed, she begged him not to stop as her climax hit, making her dizzy:
“Don’t fucking stop!”
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCK!”
I thought for a moment that she was going to black out but, thankfully, she was laying down. He was entirely in control of her body now. How long did it last? I don’t remember, but do recall her looking down at her pussy to see that he was nearly all inside of her with maybe an inch and a half left outside. I remember seeing his balls slapping her as she was screaming and coming. After she went limp, he slowly withdrew as we watched each inch drip with her wetness, amazed to have been fucked so hard by this much dick.
She wasn’t finished, seeing that “our” dicks were still hard and needing to come. We had to come. She sat up little and invited us to her mouth, grabbing our cocks, licking and sucking them, even trying to fit us both into her mouth. Which didn’t work. As she took him in, mouth agape, I was stroking hard. She knows me well enough to know that when I come, it’s going to be a lot. The image of her thanking him for the pounding by giving him head was more than enough for me. She opened her mouth, ready for me to come, and started sucking me hard, moaning for me to come. Which I did. Almost comical amounts, in her mouth, on her chin, even some on her neck and breasts. She took me back in her mouth when my orgasm slowed, still swallowing my remaining come. She smiled and didn’t let me or him go as minutes passed. Eventually, she lay back smiling, eyes closed, my come now a thin layer on her chin.
I could tell that her new friend had exhausted her, so I held her to sleep, after I used that suction cup to attach him to the headboard. Tomorrow morning perhaps she would be ready for more…
