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by BDJ » Tue Oct 18, 2022 7:44 am
The bedroom where Michael and I had slept the previous night—where we’d had such passionate sex—was already lit by two bedside lamps. It should have lent an air of romantic possibilities to the small room but didn’t, not now. My mind was in a turmoil as Michael stripped me with Sid looking on. Despite my achingly erect nipples broadcasting a different message, I wasn’t turned on…shame mingling with resentment prevented that. I didn’t want sex with my boyfriend, and surely not with this little man around. But my lover was in charge, so I didn’t resist as my blouse was pulled over my head and my bellbottoms pulled down exposing my lacy panties. Soon they joined my other clothes on the floor. Naked now, Michael placed me on my back in the center of the double bed, then posed me with my knees up and legs spread—an obscene invitation for one of them to screw me. I watched through half-shut eyes as he got naked, wanting to react as I usually did, but my mind was on the other man in the room with us. I thought for a minute I was to be given to our hungry looking voyeur, naked too now with his little cock rigid again; its length almost obscured by a mass of pubic hair. But it was my boyfriend who settled atop my slender frame like he had so many times in the past—this one different because Sid hovered close by, eager to join in our debauchery. I waited for Michael’s cock to nudge past my labia—for it to slam into me with that inevitable hard thrust. But it didn’t happen. Instead he was cuddling me, stroking my head and kissing me tenderly. “You look so sexy,” he whispered. It surprised me. His lustful gaze reflected a familiar demeanor, so unlike that of just a few minutes ago. He repositioned himself and began to suckle my breasts, one hand descending down my body until it cupped my sex. I was confused but glad he hadn’t just begun to use me, my pussy wasn’t wet yet. But he hadn’t and the effect of his lips gently tugging on my nipples began to overcome my reluctance. Michael shifted his body atop mine again, intent on getting me ready. It started with kisses that heated me up, fingers that danced skittering across my clit.
I had the surreal experience of having a man I really didn’t like watch me while the man I loved brought me to an aroused state with just his lips and fingers.
Eager now I hugged him tight, focusing on his cock lightly rubbing over my mons Venus. I looked across at Sid; noticed he was staring at me with abject longing. Something in me changed. I found myself acknowledging his gaze—welcoming the envy I saw on his face at what Michael was doing. I thought, let him see how a real man takes a woman. Unembarrassed, I displayed myself, not caring that he saw my surrender.
My lover’s cock seemed to have a mind of its own, nudging my thigh then probing the folds of my engorged labia. I took it by its slim shaft and rubbed the head up and down my slit, focused on getting it past my protruding butterfly-shaped inner lips. He let me, holding still until the delicious sensations it was causing had me moaning loudly. My hips flexed involuntarily, seeking to pull him in—to give his rigid phallus the home I desperately wanted it to have.
My knees still bent, I lifted my legs toward my chest, drawing him further in. It was the invitation he had been waiting for. In one swift motion he was buried to the hilt. I gasped and flung my arms around his shoulders. My legs raised high, then wrapped themselves around his waist; clutching him, pulling him into me tighter.
My lover began pummeling me, my body moving in little jerks every time his pelvis slammed into mine. So quickly…so quickly I was riding a wave of euphoria, my senses inundated with the feel of his body, the smell of him—his large cock-head sending ripples of pleasure up and down my vagina. I was almost oblivious to the silent watcher right beside me stroking his penis. It didn’t matter. I loved Michael’s cock: wanted it again even before we finished. I plateaued at these thoughts, my body now pushed to the limits of arousal.
Suddenly I didn’t care about Sid: if I liked him or not, or even if he were present. All I could think about was my man’s cock forever filling me. That was all it took to tip me over the edge: my body taking me to a place where nothing else mattered. Then the screams began, I called out Michael’s name, begging him to fuck me harder. Soon a second orgasm ripped through me. Before I could catch my breath another followed. It was more intense; its aftershocks leaving me weak. Michael changed his strokes so that his members' broad head repeatedly rubbed my G-spot. It was too much. Waves of pleasure flowed over my body. My uterus responded with contractions, repeated in quick succession, until I found myself immersed in the rhythm of them. They became drumbeats on my psyche; faster until they all felt as one. Still he fucked me. Time lost its meaning, my world revolving around erotic shocks ricocheting through my system—my body spasming uncontrollably.
Panting heavily now with such a sustained effort; he still wouldn’t stop, using me roughly without regard—until suddenly I felt his hot sperm flood my womb, giving me a final release. I collapsed, listless on the bed; emotionally and physically exhausted. Michael climbed off my recumbent form, his cock still half-hard, but it didn’t excite me now. I’d had enough. I just wanted to rest, but it was not to be.
This time I didn’t have to be prodded to get me to leave and clean up. That hadn’t been a problem in my last life—I’d taught Walker to use his tongue for that task long ago. A fleeting thought left me standing in the hall: I should have asked Sid to do it. A shiver of excitement passed through me. Having my husband eat me after he or another man had cum in me had always given me an extra thrill: icing on the cake after a hot session of gluttony. Michael wasn’t like Walker, though, and I would miss it.
I pondered that as I waited for my boyfriend’s cum to drain into the toilet. My pussy tingled at another thought: inviting Sid to share in the sex that was inevitable when I rejoined the two men. Would Michael want to, I asked myself? I shrugged unconsciously. We’d see, I thought. He always took and I always went along. This time, maybe—I thought of Sid’s hard little cock and felt energized—maybe I wouldn’t ask. Could I even feel him if he tried, I wondered? Preparing for any eventuality, I retrieved a small bottle of lube from my toiletries before returning to my lover.
In the bedroom Michael was still reclining at the head of the bed where I’d left him while Sid had taken up residence at its foot, stretching out in a way that partially blocked passage to my boyfriend. As I began to climb across his outstretched legs I glanced at him. “Did you enjoy the show,” I teased. Suddenly he reached forward and grabbed me by my waist, quickly pulling me onto his lap and against him. Surprised, I didn’t immediately resist. Kissing my bare shoulder he replied, “It’s my turn now.”
I looked over at Michael. I didn’t see any reaction in his half-closed eyes. Was he too sleepy to even be aware of what was happening? I thought of all the alcohol we’d been consuming. My gaze took in his cock, still flaccid from our steamy union. I could feel Sid’s hard one pressing against my buttock. My boyfriend didn’t appear to care what was happening and the little man’s pointy prick felt really good. I wiggled a little more firmly into his lap, then glanced over my shoulder, giving him a look that indicated a kiss was in the offing. Our lips met. He surprised me by being good; knowing how much pressure to put on my lips, when to back off and nibble at me, then force himself into firm contact, thrusting his tongue aggressively into my mouth. Such a good kisser—I decided his efforts needed rewarding. I tucked my legs under me so I was straddling his hips, giving one last look at Michel to see his reaction. He didn’t stop me so I raised up a little, took his diminutive cock in hand, then lowered myself onto his hard cock. I barely felt it. Constricting my vaginal walls helped but not much—Michael must have stretched me too much. I wondered how much Sid could feel. I worked my pelvis back and forth, hoping the friction on my clit would do it for us. I leaned forward a little, allowing him to thrust vigorously into my sopping wet pussy. It didn’t seem to work for him—certainly it wasn’t for me. He was sweating now and I think getting a little tired. Frustration etched his features. Poor man, I thought, not getting any from his wife and now not being able to orgasm with me.
Desperation decreed I had to try something else—I wanted to cum as much as he did. I struggled to get off him and he resisted. Finally I convinced him to let me go. When I was free of his legs I got on my hands and knees. Turning my head so I could see his haggard face, I reached back and held out the small bottle of lube that I had been clutching all along. “Fuck my ass,” I told him.
He didn’t need any encouragement, quickly getting on his knees and putting the vicious liquid on his cock. Before he could go further I told him, “Put some on my asshole and work it in with your finger. Better still, start with one and I’ll tell you when to put in another.” He nodded acceptance and tentatively did as I asked. It was clear he’d never done anything like this before. I was patient as he prepared me: soon two slippery fingers were being worked in and out of my anus. It felt really good.
Unlike the time Michael and I had anal sex, having Sid push past my sphincter was almost pain free. “God, it’s tight,” I heard him say. The discomfort passed quickly and it began to feel good as he sawed into me. Now I wanted it harder. “Fuck my ass Sid.” I told him, “Use me.” The little man grabbed my waist and began slamming into me. His balls, heavy in their wrinkly sack, kept time bumping my sensitive labia. The combination of sensations was exquisite! This was what I needed and I gave myself up to it. I closed my eyes and hung my head as I focused on the shocks of pleasure his cock was producing. Soon Sid’s strokes became faster and his breath labored as the stimulation of using my forbidden hole took him closer to orgasm. I was almost there too—the shocks of pleasure from his hard pummeling radiated through me—I just needed a little more.
I clenched the muscles of my sphincter, hoping it sent us over the edge together. Sid moaned, then exclaimed, “Damn, you’re grabbing me!!” A few more forceful thrusts followed then, “Oh, shit,” when his hot cum flooded my rectum. That was all I needed, my body rigid as my orgasm caused my rectum’s muscles to contract tightly around his cock. After a few minutes the aphrodisiac generated from our mutual climax released me from its grip and I relaxed. Long moments were accentuated by Sid’s heavy breathing, then an emptiness as he withdrew. I opened my eyes and looked around, expecting to see Michael waiting his turn. He wasn’t there.
