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Just a Little Sympathy by Sweeny Todd
After posting Debbie's Double Cream Pie I got a few e-mails asking how we got started, so I thought I'd give a little background.
I first met Ian when I entered a fishing tournament without a partner and asked to be paired up with somebody. The organizers pulled Ian's name off the list of people looking for partners and we had a good day on the water, coming in 8th out of 46 teams. After that, we spent just about every free weekend on the lake. We got together with our wives quite frequently, and there was always some friendly flirting. Unfortunatley, four years after I first met Ian, his wife, Tammy, was killed by a runaway truck wheel that came through her windshield at 150 KPH.
Ian was devastated and became pretty dependant on Deb and I for emotional support. After three months or so, he started snap out of the funk he was in and Deb and I were glad to see that he was getting on with his life. Things were almost like normal when we went fishing on a gorgeous July day.
As Ian and I went through the apres fishing ritual of stowing our gear, cleaning the boat etc., we had no clue how the evening would turn out.
We went out by the pool to find Deb, sunbathing in a tiny white string bikini. We took our shorts off, we always wear a swimsuit under our clothes on the water so we can jump in the lake if it gets too hot, and went for a dip in the pool to wash off the grunge of the day. While Ian had a drink by the pool talking to Deb, I went to fire up the barbecue and fix dinner. When dinner was ready, Ian and I changed from our swinsuits into shorts and Deb took off her bikini top and threw on a flimsy blouse, just tying instead of buttoning it. She might just as well have not bothered since we could see her breasts through the material.
After dinner, we took our drinks into the living room to relax. I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, accidentally hitting the VCR play button. When I saw the porno movie that Deb and I had watched the night before playing, I reached for the remote to turn it off. Ian and Deb said, "Wait a minute, leave it on," simultaneously.
We watched the movie in silence for a while, until Deb started up. Deb is a lot of fun to watch porno with. She always has something funny to say about the size of the actresses tits or the size of their ass or the actors dicks or how much cum they produce. You get the idea. Well, she was in very good form that night and we all enjoyed the movie and the commentary. The movie was obviously turning us all on, Ian and I had bulges in our shorts, althoug he was trying to hide his, and Deb was squirming in her seat. The knot in her blouse also came undone so as she squirmed, Ian and I were treated to the occasional sight of her naked breasts.
Suddenly, Debbie looked over at Ian and said, "Why are you hunched over like that, got a problem?"
"Well if you realy must know, I'm horny, goddamn it" said Ian, leaning back to display the bulge in his pants.
"Quit your whining," I said, "That's all you ever talk about anymore, being horny and not doing anything about it except jack off when you get home."
"It's OK for you, you got Deb to keep you happy after I go home," he said.
"Well maybe I'll get Deb to put you out of your misery," I quipped.
Deb turned to look at me and her blose slid back to reveal one of her tits. She said, "Maybe I will, just to shut him up."
"Hey, I don't have any problem with a sympathy fuck," Ian laughed, eyeing my wife. Deb noticed that her breast was on display and casually covered in up, barely.
Nobody said anything for several minutes, I think we were all nervous about the turn the conversation had taken. In the midst of the awkward silence, Deb blurted out, "Oh, gimme a break! She must have saved a lot of money on surgery." pointing to the TV where a blonde with unbelievably huge breasts was about to be double teamed by a black guy and a white guy, "Those are do-it-yourself, a couple of beach balls and a tire pump, guaranteed." That broke the ice and soon everything was back to normal, Ian and I sitting there with raging hard-ons, laughing at Deb's rolling commentary on the action on the screen, getting the odd glimpse of her tits.
Right after that scene, I went upstairs for a leak. As I climbed the stairs, Deb and Ian both called to me to get them a drink on the way back. As I came down the stairs, I heard Deb moaning, obviously mocking the movie sound track. I stopped in the kitchen and made us all drinks, thinking that Deb could make a living dubbing porno soundtracks. "Sounds good," I called out after she had done a real good imitation of having an orgasm.
I walked back into the living room with the three drinks and almost dropped them from the shock of what I saw. There on the couch was my wife, laying on her back with her legs up in the air. This wasn't something to get upset about, but Ian was on top of her, humping away for all he was worth. My brain must have been in Martini-neutral because I remember thinking that they were making fun of the movie by dry humping the action. But then I noticed they weren't laughing. It seems really stupid, but I remember saying to myself, "They can't really be fucking." It was like slow motion as I walked around to the end of the couch. First I noticed that Ian's ass was bare. The I noticed his shorts and Deb's bikini bottom on the floor. Finally, I saw that Ian had his dick firmly planted in my wife. This was a bit of a shock because Deb and I had always been faithful, as far as I know, only talking about other men during our lovemaking fantasies.
Deb later told me that after I went upstairs, she had teased Ian about his erection, finally daring him to prove that it was his cock and not a roll of quarters. He took it out and said, "Now you've seen mine, let me see yours." She whisked off her bikini bottom. "I can't really see much," said Ian. Deb lay back on the couch and spread her legs, giving him a good look at her wet, open pussy. That was all it took, he leapt off his chair and was fucking her in a snap.
I have always been one to "go with the flow", so I pulled up a chair and made myself comfortable, sipping my drink, as I watched my buddy slide his dick in and out of my wife's pussy.
I have always liked interracial porn. The contrast of black cock in white cunt, or vice versa, never fails to get me hard, but it was so different watching it in the flesh, especially watching it in my mife's flesh. It wasn't like watching a "hung like a horse" porno actor hammer fucking some nameless pussy, it was my best friend fucking my wife. This would probablly be enough to make most men hard as a rock, but the dick working in and out of my wife's obviously wet cunt was jet black.
Ian had a good steady rhythm going and Deb was responding in kind, thrusting her hips up to meet him. As I sat there watching them fuck, it ocurred to me that she had already had one orgasm while I was making drinks. As she was building to her second orgasm, Ian arched his back and drove deep into her, flooding her willing cunt with his cum.
Ian rolled off her, and sat on the floor, grinning sheepishly, waiting for my reaction. All I could do was stare at the gush of hot, gooey semen from her crotch.
Deb looked at me and smiled, "I can help you with that."
"Huh?"
"That," she said pointing at my raging hard on.
I looked down to see that I had taken my dick out of my pants and had been stroking it without being aware of it. In a flash, I shucked off my shorts and knelt between her thighs. I rubbed the head of my cock between her pussy lips, smearing Ian's cum all over and then drove my bone home. Let me tell you, if you don't already know, cum is a fantastic lubricant. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, so wet and slippery. I started stroking and soon Deb and I had the old, familiar rhythm going. But it was somehow different knowing that she was full of another man's cum.
While I was fucking her, Ian glanced between the TV and the couch, stroking his dick hard again.
After a couple of minutes, Deb was coming again, and I came with her, adding my 10cc to her sloppy hole.
Deb looked over at Ian and noticed that he was ready to go again and said, "Alright, more cock for Debbie!" I looked at her and she said, "You don't mind, do you?" As I pulled out of her and got off the couch she shouted, "NEXT!" and Ian plunged his black shaft into her for the second time.
I watched them fuck, stroking my dick hard again, until Deb had another intense orgasm. Ian hadn't come, but she pushed him away, and we thought she was finished, but she just looked at me and said, "Next."
So it went for the next several hours, with the occasional break to pee, get a drink, watch the movie or whatever, Ian and I taking turns fucking Debbie until she or whoever had his dick in her came.
By the time we had finished playing leapfrog on my wife, I had come six times, Ian had come eight times and Deb had come twenty-two times. Ian and I both thought our nuts were going to drop off.
After Ian went home, Deb and I talked. She was a little concerned that I might have been angry about her fucking Ian the first time, but when I joined in she knew it was OK. We also agreed that it was so much fun that we would probably do it again, if the situation was right and Ian was willing.
Well, we only waited till the following weekend. When Ian and I got back from fishing, Deb was waiting with a tray of drinks. She was also wearing the same bikini bottom and blouse from the previous week, a subtle clue that we were in for another night of playing hide the salami with Debbie.
If you want more, drop me a line at plan009@hotmail.com
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Just a Little Sympathy by Sweeny Todd
After posting Debbie's Double Cream Pie I got a few e-mails asking how we got started, so I thought I'd give a little background.
I first met Ian when I entered a fishing tournament without a partner and asked to be paired up with somebody. The organizers pulled Ian's name off the list of people looking for partners and we had a good day on the water, coming in 8th out of 46 teams. After that, we spent just about every free weekend on the lake. We got together with our wives quite frequently, and there was always some friendly flirting. Unfortunatley, four years after I first met Ian, his wife, Tammy, was killed by a runaway truck wheel that came through her windshield at 150 KPH.
Ian was devastated and became pretty dependant on Deb and I for emotional support. After three months or so, he started snap out of the funk he was in and Deb and I were glad to see that he was getting on with his life. Things were almost like normal when we went fishing on a gorgeous July day.
As Ian and I went through the apres fishing ritual of stowing our gear, cleaning the boat etc., we had no clue how the evening would turn out.
We went out by the pool to find Deb, sunbathing in a tiny white string bikini. We took our shorts off, we always wear a swimsuit under our clothes on the water so we can jump in the lake if it gets too hot, and went for a dip in the pool to wash off the grunge of the day. While Ian had a drink by the pool talking to Deb, I went to fire up the barbecue and fix dinner. When dinner was ready, Ian and I changed from our swinsuits into shorts and Deb took off her bikini top and threw on a flimsy blouse, just tying instead of buttoning it. She might just as well have not bothered since we could see her breasts through the material.
After dinner, we took our drinks into the living room to relax. I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, accidentally hitting the VCR play button. When I saw the porno movie that Deb and I had watched the night before playing, I reached for the remote to turn it off. Ian and Deb said, "Wait a minute, leave it on," simultaneously.
We watched the movie in silence for a while, until Deb started up. Deb is a lot of fun to watch porno with. She always has something funny to say about the size of the actresses tits or the size of their ass or the actors dicks or how much cum they produce. You get the idea. Well, she was in very good form that night and we all enjoyed the movie and the commentary. The movie was obviously turning us all on, Ian and I had bulges in our shorts, althoug he was trying to hide his, and Deb was squirming in her seat. The knot in her blouse also came undone so as she squirmed, Ian and I were treated to the occasional sight of her naked breasts.
Suddenly, Debbie looked over at Ian and said, "Why are you hunched over like that, got a problem?"
"Well if you realy must know, I'm horny, goddamn it" said Ian, leaning back to display the bulge in his pants.
"Quit your whining," I said, "That's all you ever talk about anymore, being horny and not doing anything about it except jack off when you get home."
"It's OK for you, you got Deb to keep you happy after I go home," he said.
"Well maybe I'll get Deb to put you out of your misery," I quipped.
Deb turned to look at me and her blose slid back to reveal one of her tits. She said, "Maybe I will, just to shut him up."
"Hey, I don't have any problem with a sympathy fuck," Ian laughed, eyeing my wife. Deb noticed that her breast was on display and casually covered in up, barely.
Nobody said anything for several minutes, I think we were all nervous about the turn the conversation had taken. In the midst of the awkward silence, Deb blurted out, "Oh, gimme a break! She must have saved a lot of money on surgery." pointing to the TV where a blonde with unbelievably huge breasts was about to be double teamed by a black guy and a white guy, "Those are do-it-yourself, a couple of beach balls and a tire pump, guaranteed." That broke the ice and soon everything was back to normal, Ian and I sitting there with raging hard-ons, laughing at Deb's rolling commentary on the action on the screen, getting the odd glimpse of her tits.
Right after that scene, I went upstairs for a leak. As I climbed the stairs, Deb and Ian both called to me to get them a drink on the way back. As I came down the stairs, I heard Deb moaning, obviously mocking the movie sound track. I stopped in the kitchen and made us all drinks, thinking that Deb could make a living dubbing porno soundtracks. "Sounds good," I called out after she had done a real good imitation of having an orgasm.
I walked back into the living room with the three drinks and almost dropped them from the shock of what I saw. There on the couch was my wife, laying on her back with her legs up in the air. This wasn't something to get upset about, but Ian was on top of her, humping away for all he was worth. My brain must have been in Martini-neutral because I remember thinking that they were making fun of the movie by dry humping the action. But then I noticed they weren't laughing. It seems really stupid, but I remember saying to myself, "They can't really be fucking." It was like slow motion as I walked around to the end of the couch. First I noticed that Ian's ass was bare. The I noticed his shorts and Deb's bikini bottom on the floor. Finally, I saw that Ian had his dick firmly planted in my wife. This was a bit of a shock because Deb and I had always been faithful, as far as I know, only talking about other men during our lovemaking fantasies.
Deb later told me that after I went upstairs, she had teased Ian about his erection, finally daring him to prove that it was his cock and not a roll of quarters. He took it out and said, "Now you've seen mine, let me see yours." She whisked off her bikini bottom. "I can't really see much," said Ian. Deb lay back on the couch and spread her legs, giving him a good look at her wet, open pussy. That was all it took, he leapt off his chair and was fucking her in a snap.
I have always been one to "go with the flow", so I pulled up a chair and made myself comfortable, sipping my drink, as I watched my buddy slide his dick in and out of my wife's pussy.
I have always liked interracial porn. The contrast of black cock in white cunt, or vice versa, never fails to get me hard, but it was so different watching it in the flesh, especially watching it in my mife's flesh. It wasn't like watching a "hung like a horse" porno actor hammer fucking some nameless pussy, it was my best friend fucking my wife. This would probablly be enough to make most men hard as a rock, but the dick working in and out of my wife's obviously wet cunt was jet black.
Ian had a good steady rhythm going and Deb was responding in kind, thrusting her hips up to meet him. As I sat there watching them fuck, it ocurred to me that she had already had one orgasm while I was making drinks. As she was building to her second orgasm, Ian arched his back and drove deep into her, flooding her willing cunt with his cum.
Ian rolled off her, and sat on the floor, grinning sheepishly, waiting for my reaction. All I could do was stare at the gush of hot, gooey semen from her crotch.
Deb looked at me and smiled, "I can help you with that."
"Huh?"
"That," she said pointing at my raging hard on.
I looked down to see that I had taken my dick out of my pants and had been stroking it without being aware of it. In a flash, I shucked off my shorts and knelt between her thighs. I rubbed the head of my cock between her pussy lips, smearing Ian's cum all over and then drove my bone home. Let me tell you, if you don't already know, cum is a fantastic lubricant. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, so wet and slippery. I started stroking and soon Deb and I had the old, familiar rhythm going. But it was somehow different knowing that she was full of another man's cum.
While I was fucking her, Ian glanced between the TV and the couch, stroking his dick hard again.
After a couple of minutes, Deb was coming again, and I came with her, adding my 10cc to her sloppy hole.
Deb looked over at Ian and noticed that he was ready to go again and said, "Alright, more cock for Debbie!" I looked at her and she said, "You don't mind, do you?" As I pulled out of her and got off the couch she shouted, "NEXT!" and Ian plunged his black shaft into her for the second time.
I watched them fuck, stroking my dick hard again, until Deb had another intense orgasm. Ian hadn't come, but she pushed him away, and we thought she was finished, but she just looked at me and said, "Next."
So it went for the next several hours, with the occasional break to pee, get a drink, watch the movie or whatever, Ian and I taking turns fucking Debbie until she or whoever had his dick in her came.
By the time we had finished playing leapfrog on my wife, I had come six times, Ian had come eight times and Deb had come twenty-two times. Ian and I both thought our nuts were going to drop off.
After Ian went home, Deb and I talked. She was a little concerned that I might have been angry about her fucking Ian the first time, but when I joined in she knew it was OK. We also agreed that it was so much fun that we would probably do it again, if the situation was right and Ian was willing.
Well, we only waited till the following weekend. When Ian and I got back from fishing, Deb was waiting with a tray of drinks. She was also wearing the same bikini bottom and blouse from the previous week, a subtle clue that we were in for another night of playing hide the salami with Debbie.
If you want more, drop me a line at plan009@hotmail.com
