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Bedchamber
(F/M-teen, wife, cheat, voy, preg)
Written by Phoebe
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2004. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. Thank you for your consideration. Phoebe (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)
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It was Solstice Eve, and Queen Genevieve had a headache. It had been a long day and she wasn't really looking forward to the long tedious evening of celebrations that the Winter Solstice always turned out to be.
The festivals and late night feasting were always tiresome, all the peasants and noise that the celebrations brought into the castle grounds, her head pounded with a sharp pain at the thought.
The King had opened the castle to an even wider range of people this year. Her husband's younger brother prince Charles was going away to fight in the holy lands and all of his men-in-arms and many of the lesser knights from surrounding shires were within the castles walls this night.
Genevieve had always liked the King's younger brother. He was almost fifteen years younger than the King, and always seemed so full of life. Ever since Genevieve had married into the royal family, prince Charles, even at the tinder age of ten had had a crush on her. She knew it, and subconsciously encouraged it.
Now that Charles was 18 and on his way to fight in the crusades, Queen Genevieve would miss the extra attention she had become used to.
-=*=-
The King had decided that the celebrations and feast should be the biggest and best ever. He had two reasons for this, one was that his brother was going away to unknown peril, and the other was that his queen was suffering from a bout of depression.
They had been trying for almost two years to have a child but with no success. Genevieve was 24 and more than ready to be pregnant. As a matter of fact, that was just about all she thought about nowadays. Ever since the royal physician told them that due to a childhood illness, it was unlikely that the King would be able to make her big with child. Queen Genevieve had become obsessed over the fact that she was childless.
The King trusted his physician but cast around throughout his kingdom for other opinions and received many. He took special potions and wore amulets to ward off evil spirits. But so far all to no avail.
The King was upset by this turn of events, but when his trusted physician suggested more frequency in their copulation, he soon felt well compensated. He always enjoyed his young wife's lush body, her thick dark hair, and sparkling green Irish eyes. Now with her new need she was pulling him into her bedchamber for sex at all hours, and he enjoyed it greatly.
-=*=-
"Your Majesty, would you please see the noble knights now? They await your grace," the court magistrate addressed his lord. The magistrate couldn't know that his King had just been invited to his Queen's bedchamber for a little baby making session. To all unknowing eyes the couple were king and queen astride their thrones in a crowded hall presiding over organized kayos.
The King sighed and turned to his queen, "Gene, I'll be back in a bit, I guess I should take care of this, after all they leave in a week for the perils of the holy war. I suppose I shouldn't keep them waiting." It was 10 o'clock, only two hours until the Winter Solstice Day feast began.
Genevieve watched her husband get up from his throne and throw his clock over a shoulder as he followed after his Magistrate. An idle thought crossed her mind as she watched them walk away. She wondered, 'What would the old white haired Magistrate think if he knew that his King had a raging hard-on as he weaved his way through the crush of guests?'
She smiled to herself, because she had been the cause of it. And giving him a hand job through the pocket of his trousers as he'd sat next to her in the throng of people. It had been as much fun for her as for him.
"Your Majesty, a penny for your thoughts?" Prince Charles plopped down beside his sister-in-law. "Looks like His Majesty was having fun over here!"
Genevieve's face turned bright red, and she felt a lump forming in her throat. "What do you mean?" she asked, hoping that Charles had meant something else.
"I just hope when I get married, I find someone half as pleasing as you. My brother better appreciate you as much as you deserve." Charles said as he nudged her shoulder and gave a knowing wink.
Genevieve cleared her throat nervously and tried to change the subject. "Are you ready for your voyage Charles? You will take care of yourself won't you?" She said with real concern in her voice.
Taking pity on his pretty sister in-law, prince Charles decided to let her guide the conversation. "Yes, never fear. I have a brave enough fighting force to survive just about anything. I'm actually looking forward to it. The sun will be a nice change, and maybe I'll come home all darkly tanned like a Saracen warrior. I'd look nice with a tan don't you think?"
Genevieve momentarily envisioned the young man naked -- on her bed. For a moment she could see his well-muscled body all tan and hard. For a fleeting instant in her minds eye she could see his young manhood rising into a smooth mahogany pole, expanding... glistening... throbbing.
"...Hey, a pence for your thoughts!" Charles said once again as his pretty sister in-law sat motionless beside him with a far away look on her face.
The Queen's face turned even a brighter shade of red as she realized that Charles was looking into her eyes with a strange inviting smile on his handsome face.
She realized what he must have been thinking. Here she was; she'd just given her husband the King a hand job almost in public, and when asked what she thought about his future tan, 'well... she'd just been aroused by her husband, nothing to feel guilty about,' she thought.
Never the less, Genevieve said quickly, "Charles please don't tease me. I'm going to rest for a little while. Will you tell the King to come up and wake me before the midnight festivities? I think I've had a little too much to drink and need a lie down."
"Yes, I'll send him up to you as soon as I see him," Charles smiled knowingly.
-=*=-
The chambers were warm and snug with fires burning cheerily in the warming hearths and no one was about, so everything was quiet. Just what Genevieve needed.
The Queen sat for a moment at her dressing table and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She couldn't see any difference in her appearance. She looked the same as she always had, no older than when she was still living at home in Nottingforthe with her parents.
Even at 24 she felt that she could pass for 18 and get away with it. She had one of those petite bodies with enough flesh on it to keep her girlish figure, which she had until recently taken very good care of.
With a sigh, she finally stood and stepped over to a table with a dark wooden box on it. She opened the box and removed a flask.
The court Physician had made her a potion for her ever- increasing headaches, it always made her feel calmer and her pain would invariably go away a short time after taking the medicine.
She took her customary two swallows and put the flask back into the box. Standing in the semi-darkness of her bedchamber, Genevieve longed for her husband. The alcohol that she'd drunk earlier, and now the fast acting drug she'd just swallowed were making her feel sexy all over.
Frustrated and even more depressed Genevieve lay down on her bed and as she drifted off, the vague worry about waking in time for the midnight celebration flitted though her mind...
-=*=-
Genevieve's eyes opened lazily as a hand sailed down between her legs. She realized that the hand must have been there for a while because she could feel the familiar slickness of her own lubricants on the massaging fingers.
Contentedly Genevieve turned over to face... "Charles!!! What in heaven's name do you think you're doing!" Genevieve was wide-awake and angry.
"Genevieve..." Charles stammered. "God I'm sorry, I-I know you can destroy me for what I've done, but when I came in here to wake you, you just looked so... so very beautiful, I just couldn't help myself, I just had to... I-I guess I thought in the back of my mind... that we might make a deal between ourselves."
Charles looked at her flashing eyes, then continued. "I know how much you and the King have been trying to make an heir, and I saw how depressed you've been. I thought that maybe I could help."
"Get out of here Charles, and I'll try to forget that you were molesting your brother's wife. I don't know if I can, but I don't want to ruin your relationship with each other so I'll try."
Charles didn't get up to leave, in stead he said, "Gene, I'm a virgin, and you're without a baby. You want a child, and I don't want to still be a virgin when I become a crusader in the holy lands. The way I see it, we might be able to do something important for each other."
Genevieve sputtered for a moment, then finally gaining control of her voice she said, "I don't believe you said that to me Charles, you know I love my husband and I would never consider cheating on him. Why are you doing this?"
"Because I love you Genevieve, and I love my brother too. He wants a baby just as much as you do, maybe more. What do you thing your chances are of having a child by him? Pretty much nil I'll bet. You know you couldn't get any closer to his bloodline than me, now could you?" Charles looked intently into Genevieve's wide green eyes as he reached out to touch her arm.
Genevieve didn't move as he touched her. She knew that she should slap him -- even get up and run to her husband and tell him everything, but she didn't move. Sitting there with her eyes locked to his, Genevieve considered what the young man had just said. She did want a child and heir, and it didn't look like her husband was going to give her one.
Genevieve flinched as she felt Charles' cool fingers slide down her arm. She looked down at the invading hand as it rubbed gently up and down her forearm. As if in a daze she accepted his touch and made no protest as he moved closer.
Charles sensed that Genevieve might bolt if he moved too fast, but this was a moment he had dreamed about ever since he'd understood what sex was. His beautiful sister in-law had figured prominently in his masturbation fantasies all his life. And here he was, through a fluke of good fortune, at the threshold of his brother's wife.
Charles moved up next to her and placed a tentative hand on her breast, then ran his hand down her stomach to her thigh, then back up again.
Genevieve reached out and held his hand still. "Charles, I will lay with you, because I want a child, but I don't want to cheat on my husband. I would tell him, but I know he would never agree."
She also knew at that moment that there was more than just the need for a child and heir, she was and always had been attracted to her husband's younger brother.
As Genevieve lay back upon the bed and watched her soon to be lover striping out of his clothing she knew without a doubt that this would be an encounter that she would always vividly remember.
When the young prince had stripped completely naked he stood proudly beside her and she watched as his manhood came quickly to life.
Genevieve couldn't tear her eyes away from Charles' arousal, it was magnificent. He was magnificent. After years of being bedded by a man much older than herself, and having been a virgin when first she'd come to the King's bed she had never had anyone to compare her husband to before.
Young Charles stood before her as if her were a Greek God, hard and ready, so ready in fact that Genevieve quite naturally held open the covers so the young man could slip in beside her.
That simple invitation was all that was needed to get Charles going. He snuggled up next to Genevieve and let his hands roam over her body. The material of her nightgown did nothing to mask what was beneath.
And soon even that flimsy barrier was gone and the young man and his queen were lovers a most biblical sense.
As the two rutted in magnificent passion, totally lost to the world around them, a dark figure moved within the shadows and watched.
It was the King himself. He'd finally finished his duties in the great hall and had come up to be with his loving wife until the midnight celebrations. He'd been looking forward to another bout in bed with her.
As he stood in the shadows his mind churned in turmoil. His first emotion was shock, which quickly turned to anger. He was going to rush into the room and kill his brother, bash his head in. How dare he do this to the king!
But something deep down inside of him stayed his hand. He realized that what he was seeing aroused his lust. Watching his beautiful wife being taken by another man was somehow... exciting to him.
He stood fascinated as his young brother humped away at his wife. She in turn was moaning and thrusting back up at him, just like she did when his swollen meat was thrusting in and out of her.
He could see his brother's body tense and he knew what would come next. A loud groan escaped Charles' lips as he filled Genevieve with his seed. He shivered again and again as the delicious spasms racked his body with each spurt of his passion.
The King watched as his unfaithful wife hugged her young lover to her bosom and desperately thrust herself against him in a quickening motion. His eyes widened when he heard his Queen groan in a hoarse voice he barley recognized, "Oh god, oh god YES!"
And he continued to watch as his wife of eight years, his beautiful queen, her body shiny with a fine coat of perspiration bucked under her lover with her own orgasm. All the while Charles atop her was still thrusting in and out, in and out...
The King stood still. The deed was truly done he thought, what would he do now? Why hadn't he stopped them when he could have? But he already knew the answer to that.
He loved his wife, and he did want a child and heir. He was surprised how fast he'd figured it all out in his head. His brother was going to the holy lands to fight the heathen hordes. Many things could happen to him there.
If his wife became pregnant from his brother's seed, Charles would most certainly meet with some tragedy. The Kingdom would have an heir, and his wife would have a child.
Everything considered, he fervently hoped that his little brother had just made his lovely wife fat with child.
'Yes,' he thought to himself, 'that would be the best thing all around.'
He slipped away unnoticed by the lovers on the bed, who where heading for a second round of pleasure-making before the Winter Solstice festivities called them away to their various duties.
end
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Blindfolded
Wife
(MMF, inc, wife sharing)
By Michael
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2004. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. Thank you for your consideration. Michael (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)
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I'd been married to my wife Laura for just about 3 years when I began to fantasize about having a threesome.
Laura is a very sexy woman and I love making it with her. One of the things I like to do most is set up a mirror so I can see myself fucking her. She has such a great body and it looks so sexy to see her getting fucked that I usually can't hold back for more than a minute or so when we do the mirror thing.
It was during on of our "mirror sessions" that the thought about sharing her with another guy popped into my mind. I pretended that I was a stranger and that she was giving herself to me for the first time. That got me so hot that I blew my load in her almost immediately.
After that time I almost always fantasized about Laura fucking another guy while I watched, it became almost an obsession for me. Then one day I couldn't hold back any longer and I brought up the subject to her.
She was very negative about it once she realized that I was serious. At first she just thought I was fantasizing and she went along with me and pretended that I was a strange man trying to get into her pants. But as soon as she realized that I really wanted her to fuck another man, she froze up and that was the end of our lovemaking for the evening.
I didn't give up though, I really wanted it to happen. I know it's strange that a husband would want to have his wife fucked by another man, but Laura was just so hot looking when she was having sex with me that I had this overpowering urge to watch her doing it with another man so I could see every detail, every move she and he made.
I continually fantasized what it would be like to see his stiff dick pumping in and out of her juicy pussy. Watching as her perfect legs game up and wrapped around the guy's humping ass as he dicked my lovely wife. It was such a hot fantasy for me that I just had to make it happen somehow.
After several months of pestering her I finally came up with a scenario that she grudgingly went along with. She didn't want to catch a disease from some stranger so she insisted that it be someone I knew. Someone I could guarantee was clean. She was too embarrassed to actually see him, so her plan required that I make all the arrangements and that when the time came she would wear a blindfold so she wouldn't have to actually see the guy.
I was so excited about this turn of events that I blew my load so fast for the next several days when we made love that Laura finally realized how turned on I really was by all this.
I had arranged that a friend of mine from work would come by and we'd "party" for the evening. My friend was a pretty handsome guy and I'd shown Laura his picture and she'd approved of him. She was still unsure about the whole thing but at the same time I think she was as excited as I was.
Then on the day he was supposed to come over after work the bastard chickened out. He said he wasn't feeling well and that he couldn't make it. I begged him to reconsider, it had taken me months to set this up and I was so disappointed that I could have cried.
The fucker wouldn't do it so I finally headed home completely depressed. I knew that if I went into the house and told Laura what happened that it would be the end to my fantasy because she would never get up the nerve to try it again.
I had to stop by Laura's parent's house on the way home to drop off her dad's power drill that I'd barrowed the weekend before. Her father and mother were out shopping but her brother Bill was sitting around watching television when I rang the doorbell.
Bill and I had always gotten along well. We were both dogs when it came to the ladies and had even gone on a binge or two together, over the years. I knew Bill was cool because he'd been in on a few extra marital affairs that I'd had when on these binges of ours.
Don't get me wrong, I love Laura and no woman is as sexy to me as she is, but when a man gets plastered and another woman makes herself available, well, things just happen. There's noting like a little strange tail in a man's life. And Bill went along with things without ever letting either his parents or his sister know about my (our) little indiscretions.
So it was that I ended up telling Bill what I'd had planned for my wife and how disappointed I was that my co-worker turned out to be such a loser. As I confessed that I wanted to see my pretty wife fucking another man, I noticed that Bill just sat there. Usually he'd chime in, but this time he was strangely silent. Then I noticed that he had a king-sized tent poking up against the fly of his pants.
I looked up into Bill's face and realized that he was turned-on by what I'd told him of my plans for his sister. I was shocked at first, but I also realized that the boner in his lap might be my ticket to getting my fantasy fulfilled. After all, Laura was going to be wearing a blindfold.
I looked deeply into Bill's eyes and suggested that he take my friends place. I held my breath, worried that I might have read him wrong. But to my great relief, Bill nodded his head in the affirmative and I realized that he was willing to go through with it.
Apparently incest with his sister wasn't a problem for him. After all Laura was a babe with a body to kill for. Why not take advantage of some great sex, even if she was his own sister. Don't forget that Bill and I were lady's men.
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I knew that Laura would be pissed if she ever found out what Bill and I were doing, so I made it plain to Bill that he had to remain absolutely silent the whole time and that whatever happened he had to keep his identity secret or we'd both be in the shit house with Laura. He readily agreed with everything I said. I knew all he was really thinking about was plugging his sister's cunt. But then that's what I wanted too, so what the hell.
We arrived at the apartment building and I rang the doorbell as our prearranged signal and then I unlocked the door and ushered Bill in to the living room. We both stood there in the entrance to the room for a long moment.
There was my honey in a blue halter-top dress and 4-inch heels. She was sitting on the couch with her black blindfold securely placed over her eyes. I could tell that she was nervous and that if we made any sudden moves she's jump and run.
So I crossed the room first, speaking in a low soothing voice, talking to Bill as if he were my buddy from work. I told him that I'd talked my sexy wife into a threesome and that he was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world because she was a fantastic lover.
Bill didn't say a word, he just moved over in front of his sister and knelt down and pulled her dress top together in his fist revealing Laura's perfect tits for both of us to see. I could tell that Bill was excited by the sight of his sister's perfect tits, I know I was.
Then bill leaned into Laura and began to suck on a nipple making her gasp in pleasure. I could tell that Laura knew it wasn't me touching her, and I saw her body tense at first, then slowly relax as Bill's tongue-work began to get to her.
Then to my surprise Bill stood and undid his jeans. I watched with a lump in my throat as he tugged his pants down and moved his stiff dick to my wife's face. He touched the end of his dripping dick to Laura's lips and she didn't pull away.
My heart began to pound in my chest as she took his dick into her mouth and began to give her brother a royal blowjob. She didn't hold his dick; she just chowed down on it like it was dinner or something. I watched with a numb mind as Laura braced her hand against his thigh and bobbed her head, making Bill groan quietly in obvious ecstasy.
Then Bill couldn't take it any longer, he pulled his dick out of Laura's mouth and pushed her back onto the couch and began to kiss her on the lips that had just been wrapped around his dick. He shoved a finger into her sopping cunt at the same moment their lips met.
I watched on as he shoved a second finger into her cunt and finger-fucked her with two fingers while all the time frenching her passionately, pressing her body into the fabric of the couch.
It was such an erotic sight to watch Laura's own brother finger-fucking her and her response to his efforts. She had no idea who it was molesting her and I could tell she was as hot as a cat on a tin roof during noonday sun.
Then Bill was at Laura's snatch sucking and licking away where his fingers had been only a moment before. It was such a hot scene that I had to get involved. I leaned over Laura and kissed her while her brother went to town on her slick pussy. I pulled the dress off over her head and continued to kiss her mouth as she moaned into me.
It was strange to know that her mouth had just been attached to Bill's dick and here I was sucking her tongue and kissing her passionately. For some reason the whole thing, her sucking his dick and me kissing her dick-sucking mouth just made me hornier.
And Bill was a great cunt-licker if Laura's responses were any indication. Her tight smooth body began to squirm around under Bill's attention, and she made little squeaky sounds in her throat when my tongue wasn't jammed in her mouth.
Then Bill was trying to shove his cock in Laura's cunt. She didn't seem to mind what he was doing. In fact she reached up and grabbed mine and began to suck on me while Bill began to thrust in and out of her pussy.
This was so fucking sexy. It was my fantasy exactly. I watched in silent fascination as Bill fucked my wife, (his sister) in an ever-increasing rhythm. From time to time I'd look down to see her sucking my dick like a common whore. It was hard, very hard, not to blow my load then and there.
Then Laura was pulled away from me as Bill adjusted his position. He pulled Laura up from the couch and arranged her on her stomach and reentered her from behind. She gasped as Bill sank to the hilt in her sloppy cunt once again. Then as he built up a rhythm again Laura reached down to me and began to jack me off in the same rhythm as Bill's fucking motions.
For a few moments there was no sound in the room other than Bills balls slapping Laura's cunt from behind and the juicy sounds of a couple fucking and a slippery dick being jacked off.
But even this perfect moment ended with an even better scenario. Bill pulled out of Laura's cunt and pulled her onto him and to my amazement she slipped back into position, now straddling him as it they were the perfect fit.
I watched as Bill began to upthurst into his sister as if eager to get off. He was huffing and puffing and she was grunting with each thrust as he buried himself deeply in her perfect body.
Although this sight was the sexiest thing I'd ever imagined I couldn't find it in myself to just watch. I had to have some of this action. But Bill was fucking Laura's cunt and she was facing away from me, so what could I do?
I decided to fuck my honey in the ass. We'd done it a could of times in the past when we were being super experimental, but never in a situation like this. But I needed to get off in her and that was the only way left to me. I moved up to the humping couple and placed my prick up against Laura's asshole.
She just moaned when she realized what was happening. She didn't break her stride as I began to shove slowly into her from behind. I held myself steady and let Laura find the rhythm. Each time she pulled back from her brother's dick she pushed me into her asshole just a little deeper.
Then I was all the way in her and I could feel Bill's dick moving in and out of her pussy, as I'm sure he could feel mine shoving in and out of her asshole.
This was better than anything I could have dreamed of. My beautiful wife was being fucked my her own brother and didn't even know it, and I was getting to watch it happen and even join in.
Then I groaned out loud as I released my load deep into my wife's bowels. She knew what was happening and it set her off and her body began to jerk out of control as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body.
I vaguely noticed that Bill was coming in Laura too as I saw his jism oozing out around his dick and mingling with mine as we both continued to pump Laura, not wanting the moment to end.
Laura was screaming in pleasure as I pumped my final few spurts of hot cum into her. We were all gasping for breath as we rolled apart and lay in various places around the couch.
I had presence of mind to kick Bill into motion and he got up and grabbed his clothes and left the room as I rolled over next to my wife and kissed her and held her tight.
As I heard the front door open and close I leaned over my exhausted wife and asked her how she'd liked our little threesome. She responded in a hoarse voice, that she'd loved it and that we would have to invite my friend back again. She said that the next time she would dispense with the blindfold and get the whole treatment.
I wasn't sure how I was going to handle that, but at the moment I was just happy that I'd been able to live out my fantasy. I figured that I'd let tomorrow take care of it's self.
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Buddyfuck
(M+F, military)
By Michael
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2004. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. Thank you for your consideration. Michael (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)
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Sometimes combat can bring out the unexpected in people, especially when they come through a firefight alive.
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This story was based on an Army buddy's fantasy. It isn't meant to reflect chauvinistically toward female soldiers. This is a man's fantasy; even military men can fantasize, can't they?
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It's almost funny how it all started. I'd been with the 81st Airborne in vehicle maintenance for almost 6- months before our unit was sent to Iraq. Being one of only one hundred women in a battalion of over 5000 men had both advantages and disadvantages and I was getting used to both.
I was committed to making my career in the Army and this was my big chance to prove myself. Being in a combat area, even if I wasn't a front line trooper, was a scary thing. Originally there were two women in our 6-person squad. My friend Carla was killed by a roadside bomb when transporting a vehicle to a small town, south of Baghdad. When they transferred her replacement in, it was a guy, so I was the only female in the squad and so now there was no one that I could really talk to any more.
I'm not saying that I didn't get along with the guys in my squad because I did. As I write this, I can safely say that we're pretty close, and as my story unfolds you'll understand exactly what I mean.
After Carla was killed I became even more afraid of the hostile citizens of Iraq. I have a light completion and almost white-blonde hair, which makes me, stand out like a beacon. Being a female in the military makes the indigenous males stare whenever I'm out in public.
You can't imagine the bond that forms when you and your fellow troopers are placed in harms way and you survive an engagement. After being in Iraq for just over a month and having lost Carla, things had begun to settle into a routine.
We were quickly disabused of the fact that there is such a thing as routine when one is at war. We were delivering a couple of Hummers to Company A that had just gone through maintenance when we were ambushed.
As the rounds began to hit the vehicle I instantly froze. It was Carla all over again, I was going to die in this god-forsaken land and I was so afraid that I actually peed my pants.
We made it through and even though I was scared to death I was able to fire back even while driving on, as fast as I could. I just stuck my weapon out the window and laid down a clip full of rounds in the general direction of the enemy fire. We got past the ambush unscathed except for vehicle body damage.
Once we made it to Alpha area, we reported to the transport officer of Company A and turned in the vehicles a little worse for wear. I felt self-conscious about having peed in my pants but no one made any comments so I just lived with it. All I wanted to do was get back to base, take a shower and crawl into my bunk and sleep for a week. (It really did take a couple of days to get over the fright of being in a firefight.)
*
What ended up happening was a shocker. I didn't go to bed and sleep for a week, what happened was that Billy Conner (my wingman "shotgun rider") and I ended up screwing like rabbits in heat. I don't know why I did it or why I needed to do it so much, but when Billy and I and the other to troopers got back to base motor pool it just sorta happened.
We'd just come through a real life threatening experience together. We'd fought with real bad guys who wanted to kill us and we'd made it through. We shared an experience that only soldiers have, and there was real love between us, a comradeship that is totally unique to combat.
The only thing was that we we're the normal combat team, we were man and woman, and we had just come through a traumatic experience together. So when we arrived back I told Billy that I was going to hit the showers and then get some chow, he told me that he'd do the same and meet me at the mess hall.
It was strange, the feelings that I was experiencing. The whole time I was showering I felt so horny. I needed sex badly, but I wasn't expecting to have any, especially since I'd been celibate for the past 6- months, ever since graduating from advance individual training and taking leave home for 30-days prior to the unit going overseas.
My last sexual experience was forefront in my mind again all during the shower and while I was drying off. It had been almost casual. He was a boy from my old high school that I'd always liked but never seemed to get together with. I'd met him at the mall one day and he remembered me and seemed interested in me and the fact that I'd joined the Army.
We had lunch that day and ended up at his apartment, in bed all evening. We screwed each other's brains out for 3 straight hours. I enjoyed him immensely and I think he enjoyed himself too because he kept calling me afterwards, but I didn't want to get into any relationships just before going overseas. I wanted to be free to experience what might come without feeling guilty about a boyfriend back home.
Our lovemaking kept rumbling around in my head as I dressed and headed to the mess hall. Billy was already there and he looked squeaky clean and inviting. He greeted me like a comrade would who had just survived combat together. It felt warm and pleasant just sitting next to him.
After eating Billy walked with me to my tent, (ever since Carla was killed I'd been bunking alone.) And when he was about to leave I took hold of his arm and asked him if he'd like to come in for a while.
It's against regulations for a male trooper to be in a female trooper's tent for any reason. The fact that I invited Billy in, "screamed" what I wanted from him. And the fact that he came in without saying anything made it plain that he was both willing and ready to take the consequences if we were found out.
Once we were in my tent it was like lightning striking. I reached up and hung from his neck as I planted a kiss on his lips. That was all it took, I'm not even sure what happened next or who made the first moves. All I remember was that after we'd both cummed and were laying beside each other trying to catch our breath I realized that we'd just done the deed and marveled at the intensity of it.
The next day Billy tried to reproduce the event by making himself available, but I didn't want to get a reputation for being the camp whore, so finally when it was becoming obvious that he was trying to romance me I had to set him straight. I told him that our little affair had been a one-time deal. That I'd enjoyed it immensely and that he had been really great, but that we couldn't do it again because I'd get the kind of reputation that I didn't want.
Billy took it pretty well, although I could tell that he was hurt by my rejection. And after that we were "special" friends and our lives settled into somewhat of a routine again.
But then about 4-months later things took a turn to the bizarre. I'd been in Iraq for almost 6-months by then and had become used to the danger of transporting vehicles through the countryside knowing that at any moment someone might try to end my life.
We were taking three signal vans to a security unit when we came under fire. Our entire squad came under fire and we had to stop since the lead vehicle had been disabled by a direct hit to the grill section that took out the radiator. These signal vans weren't armored like the usual vehicle, they were designed to sit in a compound and not move once a base was set up.
Marv Brickman and Jose Rodriquez were in the lead vehicle when the attack began. They were able to bail out before the van exploded when an RPG went through the windshield. Both soldiers crawled on the double back to our vehicle (Mine was situated in the middle of our small convoy.) Billy and I laid down cover fire from wide open doors as Marv and Jose made it to our truck.
Then it was touch and go for a while, until Jon Nance, the driver of the last vehicle in our convoy was able to reach division headquarters and call in air support. After that it was only a few more minutes before our enemy was no more. There's nothing quite as satisfying as watching the bad guys blown away by overpowering firepower.
I know it doesn't seem fair to have such a powerful gunship against hand held weapons, but you have to be in an ambush with men trying to take your life to really appreciate being on the side with that kind of awesome firepower.
Eventually we delivered the remaining 2 vehicles to bravo area four and were ferried back to our company. And again the feeling of extreme well being permeated the air around us. We had all been tested and had come through fine, and what's more to the point, alive.
It was almost funny, the feelings that went through me on that ride home. Billy and I would make eye contact every once and a while and the memory of our last firefight and what we'd done afterwards kept popping up in my mind. It was strange to feel so sexy, thinking about Billy and what we'd done. After all, we'd just seen men killed and had just come through a shocking and terrible experience.
But the feelings deep down inside me were definitely there. I wanted Billy again and 4-months of nothing but masturbation intensified that feeling. But what I didn't know then -- was that he'd let slip what we'd done and the other guys -- who were all looking at me, wondering what I was thinking, wondering if they had a chance with me.
I was clueless when I invited Billy back to my tent from the mess hall. It was like an exact repeat of our last time, only this time the whole squad was there in the mess hall. As I said, I hadn't any idea that Billy and let slip what had happened between us when I suggested that we take a walk.
The first time I realized that something was amiss was when Billy and I were naked in my bunk and I was on the verge of an overwhelming orgasm. As I began to moaning with pleasure, somewhere in my subconscious I sensed that someone else was there. But Billy held my head in his hands as he continued to thrust in and out of me and kissed me so intensely that I lost any sense of my surroundings and could only surrender to the moment.
Then Billy was cumming in me. I heard his groan as he released himself in me and the shudders his body made above me as he continued erratically to thrust in and out. I wasn't quite ready for him to cum and began to pick up my own rhythm, trying to bring myself off before he was done, but I couldn't before he pulled away and laid beside me panting for breath.
When I realized that Jose was there, standing next to us, naked, I was in shock. My first thought what to scream, but I thought better of it, after all I didn't want to get busted for breaking regs, so I didn't make a sound as Jose climbed on top of me and took up were Billy had left off.
It was so strange. I'd never done anything like this before. I mean to have sex with two men in the same go, it was totally weird, totally unexpected. And if the truth were known, it was so kinky that my blood began to surge through my body like a wild thing. I experienced a mind numbing orgasm like nothing I'd very experienced before, my body bucking uncontrollably up at Jose's as he sped up his thrusts.
It didn't take him very long before he deposited his contribution to intermingle with Billy's. It was wild knowing that I had two men's sperm mixed up together inside me. I was so intoxicated by that feeling that I didn't protest as Marv' naked body came into view.
By this time I wasn't in complete control of myself anymore. My blood pressure was still elevated by the earlier brush with death and having just had sex with two of my squad members. So when Marv lowered himself on top of me and kissed me full on the mouth, I just went with it and hugged his as he began to ride me as fast and hard as he could.
It turned out that all five of my squad members had a turn with me that night. And as strange as it may sound I really enjoyed it. Afterwards there were no recriminations and I ended up thanking them, if you can believe that. We'd become closer than husband and wife, closer than siblings. Fighting for our lives had made us one. The fact that I was female and they were male, only allowed us to show our feeling to a different degree than normal comrades in arms.
We've been in country for 8-1/2 months now and there hasn't been another incident of our buddyfuck. (That's what I call what we did. In fact that's how we refer to the incident.) And frankly if we end up in another tight situation, and get through it, I'm not sure but that we might just have another one. After all, how often can a girl have 5 men in one night that she really loves and who love her?
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Christmas
Break
(MF, inc)
Written by
Michael
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. Thank you for your consideration. Michael (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)
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Daughter comes home from college for Christmas vacation to stay with her widowed father, while both of her sisters were away for the holidays. She was the youngest daughter in the family, always her father's favorite. (MF, inc, rom)
Hi, my name is Sandra and this is a story about last Christmas break. I was home from college for the week between Christmas and New Years. It was just dad and me that year because both of my sisters were away, Kari was in Europe with her husband and two year old daughter and Charmie was in Colorado on a skiing trip with her boyfriend and his parents.
It was kind of cool having dad all to myself. Since mom died, dad has been sort of withdrawn and being just the two of us my mission was to draw him out a bit. So far we'd only had superficial talks but I planned to have some quality time with him before I returned to school.
What I hadn't planed on was what happened on Christmas Eve Night.
The weather was cold and snowy and we were home sitting in front of the log fire after I had made a traditional holiday dinner, you know, the turkey thing and all the fixings. We were both a bit lethargic from all that L-Tryptophan and just sat companionably gazing into the fire.
For some reason my mind wandered back to my high school days, maybe it was just being home, but thoughts popped into my head of growing up and of our family. Being the youngest daughter I had always been the "daddy's girl" in the family.
I loved my dad, maybe more than most daughters did, because (I know this will sound strange) I had reoccurring thoughts about what it would be like to make love to him. I think most daughters have those kind of thoughts growing up, at least once or twice. But for me it was a reoccurring image in my mind, I would imagine how it would be and how he would look, coming to me and how he would gently take me in his arms, and you know, all the things that happen in a situation like that.
It's not that I ever seriously thought about acting on those fantasies, it was just that my dad is a sexy man. Even at 57 he's still trim and good looking. And I guess I've always been in love with him more than most daughters.
I'd had sex enough time to know what it was all about. And many of those times while the guy was making love to me I'd imagine it was my dad. I turned 20 last year and most of the guys I knew around my age were so self-centered and in my experience that usually equated into "selfish" in bed too. So that made me think about my hero dad even more, and made me wonder how dad was with mom and whether they had had a good sex life. I had to hope that there was something better out there than I'd had to date.
I know that dad hadn't dated much since mom died and that he seemed lonely in a private sort of way. And while sitting there on Christmas Eve, looking into the fire, it occurred to me that my father had probably been celibate for more than 5 years by then. I couldn't imagine being celibate for five weeks, much less five years.
I glanced at dad sideways, wondering if he masturbated and how often he did it. Surely he must do it, everyone did, even when having regular sex. The thought of dad lying on his bed masturbating, his hand gripping his dick and groaning and cumming made me squirm in my chair. That was a weird feeling being turned on by the thought of your parent jacking off.
With those strange thoughts running through my head, we finally went to bed.
I tossed and turned late into the night with images of my father making love to my mother, and then with Kari and Charmie and finally my perverted little mind had me being plowed against the bed sheets as my dad thrust into me grunting softly with the effort to find his pleasure.
I finally drifted off still dreaming that dad was doing me and moaning my name softly as he came in me, "Sandra honey. Oh Sandra my love..." over and over again as we clutched each other desperately seeking... something.
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Then it was morning. My eyes opened and I felt slightly beat up. I hadn't slept well and all that dreaming about sex had added to my discomfort. I tried to shake myself out of my mood and got up to take a shower. I was going to make dad a good hearty breakfast.
As I sleepily trudged down the hall to the bathroom I heard Christmas music playing on the radio in the kitchen. So dad was already up. I could smell the coffee, and I realized that I better hurry up or dad would be starving by the time I got into the kitchen.
As I turned the knob and swung the bathroom door open I realized in that instant that Dad wasn't in the kitchen, but in the bathroom, standing in front of me, totally naked! He had been standing in front of the mirror masturbating to his image.
Oh my god! How embarrassing. Blood drained from my face and I momentarily felt like I was going to faint. I don't think there's anything worse than actually stumbling on to a parent jacking off. Who would have ever thought it possible?
Dad realized at the same moment that I did what had just happened. His face turned bright pink and he ducked and covered himself helplessly with his hands. I did an about face and hurried back to my room and sat down on my bed in total shock
What had I done? My big plan to make dad feel good again was in ruins I'd embarrassed him irretrievably. I couldn't believe I'd done it. I wanted to cry. But image of my father leaning over the sink looking at himself while masturbating himself was firmly and permanently fixed in my mind. The vision of his hand stroking his long stiff rod and his muscles flexing as he tensed his body in obvious pleasure, these were all things I would never forget.
Then I remembered the expression on his face when he realized his daughter had caught him at it, that brought me back to earth with a crash. What should I do now? Should I pretend that it didn't happen, try to act normally? Even as I considered this, I knew that it wouldn't work, it would only force a wedge between us.
Then I looked up at a hesitant knock on my door. Dad's face came into view. "Honey, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have been doing that, it's just... I feel so foolish, I'm too old to be…" his voice trailed off into silence.
I looked into his blue eyes and saw the worry and embarrassment in them and I felt miserable. I needed to remove that expression from my lovely father's face, and for some reason I couldn't quite fathom, I wanted to prove to him that he wasn't too old or foolish.
My only excuse for what I did next might be because of all the fantasizing about dad I'd been doing the night before, and then to see the real thing. I stood up and went to the door and took dad's hand in mine and brought him into the room with me. He was in his terry bathrobe.
Dad started to mumble his apologies again, but I would have none of it. I stopped him by placing a finger on his lips and saying, "Daddy, I love you. You don't need to apologize for something so natural. I do it all the time, so why do you think I wouldn't understand that you need to do it too?"
Dad looked into my eyes, the worry still etched on his face and said, "Sweetie, it's just having you home, and, well... you're a beautiful young woman now and... It's been so long since.... I should have controlled my urges better than that... I'm so sorry honey."
I stood there, still holding dad's hands, only now I was totally numb. What had he said? Had he said that he was turned on by me, his own daughter? Then I thought back to the night before and realized that it was the same thing for me, I had fantasized all night long about dad doing me, so how could I be upset if he did the same thing about me.
This was all so strange, so very strange. But without really thinking about it I pulled dad's lips to mine and kissed him. "It's okay dad," I said after a long moment. "I love you and I've fantasized about you too."
I didn't want him to protest his innocents, to be forced into lying to me, so I pulled him down to sit beside me on the bed and kissed him again, this time slipping a hand into his robe. He jumped and made to get up, but I held his lips to mine with my other hand behind his head and continued to kiss him like I would a lover, opened mouthed.
Dad tried to pull away again, but then my hand in his robe found his manhood and I began to gently massage it, pulling and pushing gently as I gave him more tongue. Then he wasn't fighting me any longer and I was getting tongue back.
Then before he regrouped, I was pushing him back onto the rumpled sheets of my bed and pulling his robe open. I didn't stop to think about it, I just took him in my mouth and began to blow him, bobbing my head over his stiff member, pushing my lips up and down his shaft and tonguing him like I'd done for my boyfriends loads of times.
Then when he was throbbing and hard, I was climbing out of my pajamas and up dad's body, kneeling on either side of his hips. He was looking up at me and I was looking down at his stiff prick wondering vaguely how this had all come about, but he looked like a man to me, so I moved up and positioned him at my entrance and sank down on him.
"Ohhhh god! Sandra!" was all he said. Then there was a hip jerk and then another and soon he was fucking up at me with a passion. Then we were rolling on the bed sheets and he was on top of me humping away with abandon, like a prisoner just freed after years of being locked away.
I remember my dad's body on top of mine and his stiff throbbing tool thrusting in and out of me. His breath was whispering against my neck and his maleness was all around me and I thrilled at the sensation. I was living my fantasy from the night before, my dad was making love to me.
I gasped as his body tensed above me and he shoved in deep and held himself there, then he bucked once and held himself against me again, then his hips jerked again, and then again and I knew he was filling me with his cum. It was really happening. Stars went off in my head and my own powerful orgasm smashed through my body.
I think I screamed out my joy to the heavens, I know that we ended up on the floor, lying side by side giggling like idiots and panting for breath. I felt so truly fucked, my body glowed with contentment and I felt like purring with happiness.
"Oh dad, you were so wonderful! No one has ever made me feel like that before."
Dad just hugged me fiercely to his body and whispered in my ear, "You're my "daddy's girl" Sandra, you always will be. I love you best."
I knew that, I always had.
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Cock Worship
(MF, wife, cheat, intr, size, preg)
By Michael
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. Thank you for your consideration. Michael (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)
Hello, my name is Charlotte. I know you won't believe this and normally I wouldn't admit to it, but I am Otis' cock slave. There really isn't any other way to put it. And the really strange part, the really, really strange part, is that I come from a straight-laced New England family and Otis is barely educated and was just a worker in one of my husband's warehouses.
This is a strange tale, one that I find hard to believe even though I am living it. I first met Otis when he was working at our family's window manufacturing plant. He was a forklift operator and I'd just come by to pick my husband up to take him to the airport.
Otis was whizzing around the place on his forklift and I guess because I was board and he cut quite a figure sitting on that machine I noticed him... for the first time. His clothes were very tight fitting; you could almost see the muscles rippling under the material of his shirt, and those pants he was wearing. They were jeans, but they looked like they'd been painted on him.
I don't know why I kept watching him work, but I do remember that I noticed a big lump along one leg of his pants. In a sitting position it was very noticeable. It was obvious that he wasn't aroused, but that meat-log trapped under the denim of his pants was bigger than any man I'd ever seem even in the middle of sexual intercourse. It was amazing.
Just then Jarrod, my husband hailed me and we were off to the airport.
I'd like to say that, that was the end of it. It would be so much less complicated if I'd just let things be, but that beautiful black body with that huge meat-log kept running through my mind. I just couldn't get Otis out of my thoughts.
It's embarrassing to admit it, but being on my own that night (with my husband on his business trip) I masturbated to the fantasy of being taken by big tough Otis and his huge stiff meat-log. It took my breath away just to imagine that thing stiff and engorged with male lust. I came on my fingers twice as I imagined what Otis could do to me with his huge weapon.
It's horrible (but not as horrible as what I've done since) but I went to the warehouse again the next day just so I could ogle Otis' hard black body again and to reconfirm that I wasn't imaging that huge tool of his.
I wasn't imagining it, it was real. As I stood at the top of the forklift ramp looking down on that huge black man I realized that I was going to have to find out what it would be like to have him. The thought scared me; this new obsession of mine could ruin my life. If my husband even imagined what I was thinking, he'd divorce me in an instant; it would disgust him and make me an outcaste in our social group.
But even with those threats hanging over me I walked into the Forman's office and told him that I needed Otis to help me with some furniture at our house. I told him that I was expecting a delivery at 3 o'clock that afternoon and that I wanted Otis to go with me to help out.
The Forman wanted to send two men, but I insisted that there would be the delivery man and that I didn't want to take too many people away from work. I told him that Otis looked strong enough to do the job himself with one arm tied behind his back. The Forman got a chuckle out of that.
So there I was, driving the Escalade with Otis sitting next to me. What to do? I had him but what now? I knew that I would have to tip my hand sooner or later, but figured I'd wait until we got home. I only hoped that this sexual obsession of mine wouldn't backfire on me. What if he refused to do as I asked?
I shouldn't have worried. As it turned out Otis lives for sex. All I had to do was take him upstairs and tell him to undress. He didn't hesitate for an instant, he just ripped at his clothing until his mighty body was glistening in front of me all black and hard. He looked like a Nubian warrior god.
I had a hard time swallowing as his huge member began to grow. It had started out pointing straight down, totally flaccid, but at least 12-inches, even deflated. Then as he stood in front of me nude and watched me watching him, the thing as if having a mind of its own, began to grow.
At first it just got longer and bigger around, and then it began to snake out from his body until almost in shock I realized that he had to be 15 or 16 inches long. It looked like a pitch black shiny baseball bat swaying in front of him, jumping a little with each beat of his heart.
That's when I lost it. I ran to him and dropped to my knees in front of the towering beast of a man and began to fondle him, and in no time I was sucking and licking it. It was way too big to fit into my mouth but I couldn't get enough of it. I ran my lips over ever square inch of that organ tongued his nuts. I could taste his man tasted and he was salty like a pretzel.
Otis just stood there like an oak tree and looked down at me worshiping his cock. He was magnificent and we hadn't even exchanged a word, who needed words when there was something this magnificent available just for me.
A fleeting though ran through my mind, I wondered if my pussy could accommodate his monster. I could imagine the exquisite pain that it would cause as it parted me. I wondered if he would kill me with a thrust. Before I knew what I was doing I was tearing my clothes off and pushing him down on the master bed and climbing up his oaken legs to grip his massive staff with both hands.
I raised myself up and guided his black snake against my pink slit and pushed. My eyes clamped shut and my lips closed tight as I concentrated on taking Otis's man-meat in me.
It was a Herculean task, but I managed to stretch my nether lips enough to take the head of his massive hard-on and then I tried to sink down on him, but I stopped about half way down. I could feel him so deep inside me that it felt like it was pushing against my diaphragm.
Apparent Otis was becoming frustrated with my slow and timid efforts because he scooted to the edge of the bed and gripping me by the fanny lifted me bodily, with my pussy still encircling his knob and he stood up.
Then he began to make little jumping motions. At first he was just rising us on the balls of his feet then sinking down to his heels. Then the bouncing became a little more pronounced. As he accelerated of his movements he sank in and out of me a little deeper.
I was amazed at how full I felt. I knew that he probably was deeper in me than any man had ever been before, and he was probably only half way in. But within the next few minutes, as he still held me up and bounced I began to become light headed as his big black baseball bat snaked deeper and deeper up into me.
After a few more moments I could hear screaming. To my amazement it was me, I was screaming as he took me deeper and deeper, grunting now with the effort to hold back, not to thrust, all the while taking my entire weight in just his hands.
Thinking back to that first time I can't clearly recall how it felt as Otis fucked my brains out in the master bedroom that afternoon. I remember everything better afterwards, as we lay side by side gasping for breath, my body ached in the worst way, but I also felt absolutely wonderful. Otis had stretched me beyond belief but I had never felt more female that I did at that moment.
I looked over at Otis' still semi-hard monster all slick from his copious cum and mine too and I shivered. I knew in that moment that I would worship Otis' cock from that day forward. The problem I had was what to do with my husband. He'd know instantly, or at least he would after I'd ridden Otis a few more times, that I was no longer the same size as I used to be.
It didn't seem to matter. I didn't care about the money or the social status, all I wanted from that point on was Otis' magnificent cock, all stiff and hard, throbbing to his heartbeat, pounding my pussy and stickying me up with his geysers of cum.
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So six months later I'm now with Otis, we live in a hotel room that he rents by the week. We don't have an extra penny to our name. My husband found out about us (the first time he tried to have sex with me, after a week making love to Otis, the truth came out. His little weenie felt like sticking a dowel into a storm drain.
Otis was fired too. But I don't care. I don't try to think about the future. I'm 44 and I'm carrying Otis' baby in my womb. We'll probably have to go on welfare, but the sex is still incredible and I should have an easy delivery since Otis has stretched me so much that a delivery should be a snap.
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Coed Hooker
(M+/F, bg, hooker)
By Phoebe
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2004. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. Thank you for your consideration. Phoebe (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)
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My name is Jessica Thomas and this is the story of one of my many "encounters" since I started "hooking" to put myself through college.
Being a coed prostitute has become rather exciting work and it pays really well too. I've become accustomed to "dating" lots of different guys and I find that the variety keeps the sex hot.
This story is about the time Rob (a friend of mine from school) set me up with some out of town business friends of his. He arranged a gangbang with 5 guys at his house. They wanted "bareback" service, which I normally won't do, but this time I knew that these men were pretty safe and they knew that I was particular who I'd let do me. So I agreed to have unprotected sex with him and his friends.
I arrived at Rob's place that Saturday evening at the specified time and Rob was outside waiting for me. I liked that he looked nervous because so was I. I had butterflies like monarchs fluttering in my stomach as I walked up the drive from my car. I noticed one of the other men looking at me from the front door, he was handsome and looked like he'd be an interesting fuck. (My professional opinion.)
As I walked up to Rob we kissed and he thanked me for coming. I said jokingly, "Don't thank me yet Rob, actually no one has "come" yet, but I'm looking forward to it." We both laughed nervously as we turned to go inside.
We didn't take long to get to know each other. I sat down on the couch as Rob introduced each man to me. The handsome guy who'd been standing on the porch sat down next to me and without hesitation I leaned over to him and unzipped the fly of his slacks and fished his average sized weenie out and began to play with it.
I was enjoying the effect this was having on all the other men in the room. Then to my surprise and delight the Spanish looking guy whose name was Carlos knelt down in front of me and started to pull my dress up. It didn't take long before the room was full of exposed cocks, as my Latin lover pulled my silk panties to one side, inspecting the wares.
This was great; I could see that all of these good-looking males were more than ready for me. I could smell that male sex odor that always fills the air when I'm with a group of guys. God, I loved it!
My Latin hunk slipped my skirt off and began to finger me. I wasn't going to let him control the situation so even though I liked what he was doing I told all the guys to sit in a row on the couch and started to suck their stiff cocks one after the other.
I'd take a swig of ice water and then go down on one, then another. I was enjoying their moans and groans of pleasure. Here I was with five cocks and five sets of balls all full of hot male come waiting for me. This was going to be fun.
As I was humming Rob's friend Billy, my Latin lover came around behind me and began to rub his slick cock back and forth between my dripping pussy lips. I could feel his cock just slipping into the folds of my pussy, but not enough to give me any real satisfaction.
Just as I was about to pull my lips off of Bill's throbbing cock and tell this guy to either fuck me or let someone else do it, he repositioned himself and plunged his pussy-juice coated dick into my butt. It was a shock at first. I'd done anal may times but usually I'd get pussy-fucked first. (I guess it was the fact that he was foreign that he'd done it differently.)
It didn't take long for my body to adjust to his thrusts, and I began to suck on Billy's cock in time with Carlo's butt- fucking. I was in heaven as I eyed these men's hungry expressions as they watched me getting two of my opening plugged at once.
Carlos really knew how to do his part. The more inexperienced guy will just fuck a girl's butt without worrying about lubrication and consequently things begin to hurt fairly soon. But Carlos expertly kept up his fingering of my cunt as he fucked my butt. He'd rub his slick coated fingers up around his thrusting cock from time to time to keep us lubed up. I was really enjoying this.
Apparently Rob couldn't take it any longer and pulled me over to him. But as my mouth popped off of Billy's wet cock he let his load go. We all watched as his come flew out in an impossibly long arc to plop onto Rob's living room carpet.
Frantically, I pulled away from Rob's grasp and covered Billy's spurting dick with my mouth again and drank his essence as eagerly as if it were champagne. I love it when men come in my mouth; I've become quite a coinsure of men's come in my line of work.
Billy groaned in ecstasy as he felt me sucking the last of his come from him. Rob on the other hand was becoming impatient. Almost before I was decently done with Billy he pulled me to himself again. This time he pulled me over onto his body with Carlos following me still plugging into me from behind.
Soon I found myself being pussy-fucked as well as butt- fucked. Rob was doing me from the bottom of the heap and Carlos was about ready to empty himself from atop my back. I could hear his grunts beginning to get louder as he thrust faster.
I was lost to the sensations of two men fucking me at once and was enjoying the looks on the other men's faces standing around as they watched me being fucked like a wanton whore. I beckoned another of the young executives over and tried my best to suck him while my two lovers thrust away eagerly in me.
Watching me suck on the new guy and the wonderful friction of my tight little asshole must have been too much for Carlos. He came deep in my bowels as he grunted and groaned, he thrust one more time as deep as he could and held himself balls-deep in me and came and came as Rob thrust underneath me. I was truly in heaven.
Then without a word the guy I'd been sucking on let his load go in my mouth. It was strange to realize that I was being fed come from two different guys at the same time and from both ends to boot. I had my first orgasm of the night around Rob's thrusting cock. My body spasmed as he thrust and thrust into me.
I was still shivering with little after-quakes as Jon another of the young executives climbed onto of me and started butt- fucking me with zeal, while Rob was still working my pussy so nicely.
Only Jon was really well endowed. I couldn't believe that he'd tried to enter me from behind. It HURT LIKE HELL, but at least he'd taken some vegetable oil from the kitchen and was pouring it over my butt-hole as he shoved. I could feel the cool oil as he poured it, it felt soothing.
Then he was in me and I came again. Jon was so big that there was almost no room for Rob's cock in my pussy, my asshole was so stretched. I could feel their cock's thumping against each other as they thrust into me in unison. The layer of flesh between their members was being rubbed rhythmically from both sides and it was driving me crazy. I lost track of where I was, of the fact that I was being paid for sex and just enjoyed the wonderfully unique feelings that these two men were giving me.
It almost became a game, or maybe a challenge to both men. They kept up their thrusts like there was no tomorrow, they were like machines. I orgasmed over and over. I'd come and then when I was done, one of them would shift their position and I'd get shoved into from a different angle and start coming all over again.
They kept up their fucking motions for much longer than I would have imagined possible. If this fuck felt half as good to them as it did to me I was amazed that they could hold out this long. I must have orgasmed 10 times at least, and I was fast becoming exhausted.
Then it happened. Rob grunted and I felt his body shudder underneath me. Then I heard Jon exhale and he slumped onto my back and came in huge wet gushes. I could feel hot come seeping out of me and down the inside of my thighs as both men came in bucket loads.
I was so content, yes, almost happy. This had started out being the best fuck session a professional could imagine having. I mean I'd had many a "party" in the past, but these guys were something special, and so sexy too.
We spent the rest of the evening playing all sorts of sex- games and I think I can safely say that I fucked every man in the room at least 5 times. And I got to taste a whole range of their come during the evening.
That night will stay in my memory for the rest of my life. I mean what other job can pay the bills and give SO much pleasure at the same time. That night I made $1500 with tips and had some fucking great sex that most women can only dream about.
THE END
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Consuelo
by Michael
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2004. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. Thank you for your consideration. Michael (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)
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There I was sitting in the emergency room, still in shock and wondering what would happen to me. Only hours before my worst problem was that I'd been feeling old and a little neglected.
But then all at once everything changed.
Ever since my wife hit menopause at 52 I hadn't been getting any sex. And over the past year I'd begun to gain weight and generally feel lousy. But tonight sitting in the busy emergency room I couldn't even remember what my prior complaints had been. Now all I wanted to do was live!
It all started just after 7 pm that very night. It seems like a lifetime ago, but it had only been 4 hours or so. My wife Carole and I were watching TV when the front door to our house was kicked in. I couldn't understand what was happening at first, but when Carole jumped up and screamed in fright I realized that we were having our home invaded by a gang of mean looking criminal types.
I'd never thought anything like that could happen to us. Things like that just didn't happen in our neighborhood, we had block watch and even a neighborhood committee. Young families occupied many of the homes in our neighborhood and the area seemed nice enough, so how could this be happening to us?
Then they were on top of me forcing me to the floor. I didn't have a chance to fight back and in reality even if I had they were younger and much more fit than I was.
I realized that they were of Mexican decent and that there were three men and one woman in their gang. I struggled until finally one of the men hit me a glancing blow to the side of my head, which stunned me into inactivity. After that all I could hear were my wife's sobs and some of the intruders rummaging through the house.
Then I heard the woman say in very accented English, "Hey Manuel, don't forget about me man." Then she stepped over to me and said, "Get up mister!" It was a command, and when I didn't move one of the tough young men came over and grabbed me by the hair.
"Hey, fucker! When Consuela says get up, you better get the fuck up!" I was dragged up into a sitting position then hauled to my feet. As they shoved me out of the room I heard my wife pleading with me, "Please John don't go, I'm afraid, please."
It wasn't like I could do anything about it. I knew that she was in danger but I didn't think they'd try anything sexual with her. After all she was 52 years old and none of the guys in the gang could have been more than 25.
But I could still hear her sobs as the door to our bedroom closed behind me and the girl pushed me forward into the room. I said, "Look don't hurt us we didn't do anything to you. All of the money in the house is in my wallet or in the third draw from the right in my home office at the back of the house."
"Juan, you go get the money while I entertain this asshole." She pulled out a mean looking little gun and pointed it at my head, "Lie down on the bed mister and I won't shoot you right now!"
I did as I was told feeling a fear like nothing I'd ever felt before. What did she mean, 'right now' and why had they separated me from my wife?
Then my fear rose like vomit as she began to pull rope out of her coat and grabbed my arm.
"What the?" I mumbled in fright.
She pulled my arm and swore at me in Spanish, all the while waving that nasty looking little gun around. Then finally she reverted to English saying, "Mister you better stop fighting me or I'll fucking kill you."
I hadn't been around guns for thirty years, ever since I'b been discahrged from the Army in the early seventies. She was scaring the hell out of me the way she was handling that weapon. So I lay back and let her tie both of my arms. I figured the sooner they had me secure the sooner they'd be done and out of our lives.
Once both of my arms were securely tied to the headboard of the bed she went to the dresser and pulled out a pair of silk panties from my wife's side. I watched as the little Mexican girl sniffed them then she looked over at me and smiled. I didn't know what she had in mind until she was jamming them in my mouth and tying a piece of cloth to secure it.
I thought they would leave me there and finish with their burglary, but I was wrong. The next thing that happened was that this small female climbed up on the bed with me and started to undo my pants. All I could do was gawk at her in surprise.
Then she was pulling on my pant-legs tugging them off. I watched in shock and embarrassment as she came back up beside me and did the same with my underwear.
There I was, this middle age slightly potbellied white guy lying on my bed naked with my arms tight above my head. I was totally humiliated as she stood back to inspect my nakedness. But there was nothing I could do about it.
Then she was tying my feet with a rope to the footboard of the bed. What was she going to do? I hoped that I wasn't going to make the newspapers in the morning. I could imagine the headline, "Middle aged man found mutilated in own bed." Sharon Tate came to mind briefly.
Then she blindfolded me. Fuck! I knew I was about to die!
Then my heart almost stopped when I felt a hot moist softness surround my flaccid dick. I struggled to see what was happening, and sure enough the little Mexican girl was licked and sucking away at me, trying to get me up.
I hadn't had proper sex with my wife for almost two years, and she hadn't given me head in at least that long. I lay there feeling this young woman's body over mine and her lips surrounding my hardening dick and wondered why an attractive girl like her would want to do something like this to an old fart like me. I couldn't figure it out, and after a short time I didn't care any more.
When she had me fully hard she knelt on the bed beside me and tugged her t-shirt off over her head and then rolled over and kicked off her pants. She wasn't wearing any underwear at all. Kids these days, it makes you wonder.
I anticipating what I thought was about to happen. I felt her climb on top of me. All I could think about was that tight young brown body straddling me, and how it would feel to fuck again.
Then I almost jumped up (and would have if I hadn't been tied down with a 100lb girl on top of me) as the bedroom door burst open. Fuck what now I wondered, my arousal turning to fear again.
Then the guy she'd called Manuel said, "At it again huh Consuela?"
"Fuck you Manuel, get out!!" She grabbed my dick and massgaed it. All I could do was groan as my dick began to grow back to full hardness. I didn't care if the guy watched us, all I wanted then was a warm moist place to hide my sausage and I didn't even care that they'd robbed me of all my valuables.
Then I heard, "Hey! Gringo, you know ol' Consuela their as HIV. And the only way she can get any is to force her victims. She's a fucking slut who's screwed half the dirty bums downtown for pocket change. Have fun fucker!"
Consuela turned on top of me and began to scream at him in Spanish. I couldn't tell what she was yelling, but I knew that every other word must be an obscenity.
I felt her smooth brown thighs as they straddling my pudgy white belly and I felt her strong muscled stomach ripple as she yelled at Manuel. She flet as good as she had only moments before, but now I could feel myself going limp. I didn't want to catch a disease.
I started squirming, now all I wanted was to get away. My squirming caught the girl's attention turned her attention back to me. She could tell instantly that I no longer wanted to screw her. She pleaded with me, "That fucker is lying I don't have no disease, honest mister. C'mon man you want it I know you do."
But I didn't.
Apparently I had no choice in the matter though. After pleading with me for a while the girl finally said, "Okay, mister, we'll see what you really want huh?" and she scooted her naked body down to rest on my legs and began to lick at my cock again, using long cat-like strokes.
I could feel her tongue on the sensitive underside of my shaft and there was nothing I could do about it. I tried to think about when we'd had our first baby and the after birth material that was splattered all over the birthing table after my wife had spent 6 hours pushing, or dogs shitting big piles of crap with flies flitting around their hind ends.
But it was no good. Consuela's mouth was rhythmically working my stiffing cock up into hardness and there was nothing I could do to stop myself. When I heard her laugh in triumph I knew I'd lost.
Still jacking my stiff bone for all she was worth the little Mexican climbed up and straddled me. Then I heard her groan as she lowered herself over my cock taking me in all the way.
I was horrified! This was terrible, but vaguely I realized that it felt so good; she was giving me feelings that I only dimly remembered after more than two years without. As the little brown Mexican girl began to ride me for her pleasure I could feel that wonderful friction that only fucking a female cunt can give a man.
It didn't take long before I was there. My body jerked at its restraints as I came intensely, my cum exploding from me like a volcano. I felt like I was shooting my whole insides into the girl, a searing painful pleasure shot right out through my dick as gobs of my cum filled her.
Then she was grunting and thrusting on top of me and I knew from her body language and the tortured gasps being forced from her that she was cumming on my shaft. She'd reached wherever she was trying to get.
I even felt a crazy sort of pride; just for a moment, that I'd been able to get her off just from her riding my cock.
Then she was gasping and slumped over onto my chest breathing hard. I could feel her sweaty young brown body heaving on top of my old white one and it made my cock jerk inside her from the pleasure the thought gave me.
Consuela pulled the blindfold from my face and smiled. "Not so bad after all, huh mister?"
What could I say? (Nothing since I was trust up and gagged and had just been raped by a female possibly with HIV.)
*
They left the house after ransacking it. I remember that one of the men came in and finally pulled Consuela off me, but not until she'd come again and made me come for a second time too.
I think it was her desperate need that kept me hard and ready even though I was so out of practice.
After they left my wife came into the room, still crying and saw me tied up and naked. I knew that she could tell by the slimy mess all over my crotch and the sheets that I'd just been fucking. But I hoped she could tell by the gag and ropes binding me that it hadn't been my fault.
Apparently she had because she was still sitting next to me in the emergency room when the doctor took samples of the girl's fluids to test for HIV. He told me that I would have to wait at least three months before an AIDs test would tell me anything, maybe six months. No one was absolutely sure how long it took for the infection to show up.
He also said that there was a small possibility that I wouldn't get it. But that my wife and I should abstain from having unprotected sex for the next six months until we were sure I wasn't infected.
Well, at least that was no problem since we didn't have sex anymore anyway.
But I have had a few fantasies about meeting Consuela again. She was one hot fuck, even if she did have a disease or two.
THE END
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Cut-Rate
Fertility Clinic
(M+/F, wife, gb, bd, intr, preg)
By Phoebe
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. Thank you for your consideration. Phoebe (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)
I never thought I'd get pregnant. I'd been trying with my husband for almost three years when new neighbors moved in across the street and we invited them over that fateful evening.
John and Kristine were your average looking couple, he was nice enough looking that -- in my mind's eye -- I had him undressed and in bed with me. I know my husband Andy was imagining guy things about Kristine.
But what really changed things for Andy and me that evening was that Kristine knew a guy who said he could guarantee a pregnancy for any woman who still had her ovaries and that he was really reasonable priced. Kristine said that her friend wouldn't tell her the particulars but that she was pregnant after only one session at the fertility clinic.
I had just turned 35 and Andy was three months away from 40 and our bio-clocks were spinning pretty fast. Up until three years ago when we started trying for a baby we'd always been too busy and now that we hadn't had any success things between us were becoming strained.
We'd gone to the doctor and apparently my husband's sperm count wasn't all that great and to make matters worse, my immune system was a killer when it came to his sperm. What few little squiggelys that made it as far as my womb; my immune system cannibalized.
So you might understand why I was interested in what Kristine had to say about her friend. Andy and I don't make tons on money, he's an auto mechanic at Pep Boys and I work as a secretary at a three man accounting firm, so when she said that this clinic had "reasonable" prices my ears perked up.
Kristine promised to ask her friend to call me and sure enough I got a call the very next evening. The lady on the other end of the phone said that she indeed had conceived a child after only one session at the clinic and that it had only cost $1000.00. She wasn't sure that the procedure was for everyone but that it had been very effective for her.
I asked her what she meant but she refused to tell me any details but she did give me the phone number for the clinic. I called them the very next morning.
Looking back I should have been a bit more skeptical about the whole thing, but I was a bit desperate to have a child and I think at that time I was prepared to do just about anything to get pregnant. If I had only known, I might not have been so eager.
The voice on the other end of the phone was pleasant and she sounded like a professional. She told me that I would have to pay up front and sign a disclaimer that relinquished any right to sue for malpractice, or pain and suffering because of the procedure. She said this was a precaution required to keep the price down. If they had to worry about dissatisfied clients, then the price would have to go up substantially.
I still don't know why I did it. Maybe it was the attractive guy in the smartly cut business suit who came to the house that evening to help us with the paperwork. Or maybe it was the confidence of the woman who I'd talked to on the phone that morning. She seemed so positive that I'd get a baby from this procedure. She had said that almost 90% of all women who they served got pregnant from just one procedure.
Whatever the reason I signed those papers, I did so with the expectation that I would be taken the very next afternoon. It was amazing, to be scheduled so fast, I'd heard that most clinics made appointments for months down the road. I should have wondered at that too, I guess.
***
Andy took me to the clinic at 3 o'clock the next afternoon. I was met by a good looking guy who told my husband that he could come back after 7 that evening to pick me up. When he said that he would like to stay the man told him that it was impossible for a spouse to be present when the procedure was in process. It was usually too trying for the spouse since there was some minor pain and discomfort involved.
Andy started to argue with the man but I held up my hand and insisted that he leave and come back to pick me up as instructed. I made it plain to him that if this was the rule then we'd abide by it, after all, we were getting a cut-rate price for something we'd been trying to accomplish on our own with no success. It would all be over within 4 hours I told him.
Andy finally agreed and left.
I was nervous as the young man led me down the hall to a large waiting room. There was only one other woman in the room and I said hi to her and sat down.
It didn't take long; very shortly a woman in scrubs came into the room and called my name. I nervously looked at the other woman sitting there and gave her an apologetic glance as I followed the lady out of the room.
I found myself in another room that was dimly lit with a table in the middle of the room. It didn't look like an operating room, and it sort of smelled, but I didn't say anything when I was instructed to undress and to put on a lose hospital gown. Before lady the left she handed me a paper cup with a pink liquid in it and told me to drink it all.
I took it in one gulp and grimaced. It had to have a high alcohol content because I could also taste something like codeine for something medicinal like that as an after taste.
I sat on the padded table and waited. It wasn't long before my head was spinning and I felt woozy.
***
The next thing I remember was noise. It sounded like I was at a party, there were voices, lots of voices. My mind was foggy and I felt so funny, like I was out of my own body. But I wasn't and the thing that suddenly became clear to me was that someone was on top of me.
I opened my eyes and looked about me with bleary vision. I could sort of make out people standing around, it looked like the place was packed. I was having a hard time seeing anything clearly, but I knew deep down that the room was packed with men and it smelled of sweat and something else…
Then I felt the person on top of me settle down and to my amazement I felt something slippery enter me. What? What was happening to me? Then a grunt and I vaguely realized that a man was humping me, I was being screwed right then and there -- in a room full of men!
As the man on top of me grunted and thrust it became clear to me what was going on. Fear and adrenalin cleared my vision and suddenly I realized that I was the center of attention, surrounded by men. I tried to get up, to push the man off me but I quickly realized that my arms and legs were strapped down.
I tried to scream at the man to get off me, but my mouth had something tied over it so all I could do was moan through the material and weekly struggle against my restraints. Then my eyes flew wide as I felt this strange man's body stiffen and heard him gasp as he emptied himself into me. All I could do was lie there and take it.
I was in shock as he pulled out of me and another man climbed onto me. The man who had just unceremoniously emptied himself in me was maybe 35-40, white, Middle American. The new guy looked slightly middle-eastern and he had intense dark eyes and lots and lots of hair. There was rich black hair on his head but his chest and arms were so thick with hair that he almost looked apeish.
I struggled trying to move my unprotected opening away from this man's stiff hard-on. I didn't want him to fuck me. I struggled for a moment until someone beside us reached over and held my hips allowing the man to penetrate me. I looked over and it was the woman in the scrubs. She smiled down at me.
It didn't take the hairy guy long before he grunted like an animal and he emptied himself in me. I couldn't believe this. Apparently they had given me something that knocked me out long enough so that they could strap me down and then they invited what looked like hundreds of men into to the place to fuck me.
This couldn't be happening to me! It was so outrageous that I had a hard time believing that I wasn't just dreaming. But when this oriental looking man, maybe in his early to late twenties climbed up onto the table and began to position himself against my vulnerable opening, I knew it wasn't a dream.
I began to struggle again, trying to hold off this Asian guy from penetrating me, but again I felt hands on my hips and the man struggling to enter me finally thrust in deep and groaned in pleasure as he sank all the way into my used sticky slit.
I just lay there as he pumped into me, I could hear his breath coming faster and faster as he built his momentum. Then hi body tensed and he thrust one last time and ground himself against me and I knew he was emptying himself in me like the men before him.
It went on like this for what seemed like forever. I was forced to accommodate all kinds of men. My body was strapped down and I soon began to feel sticky cum running out of my abused slit and onto the table. But that didn't stop them from coming. The men were eager to fuck me and there was nothing I could do to stop them. My mind soon became numb as man after man mounted me and shot his seed deep into my body, mixing his essence along with all those others.
When they finally stopped coming, I was an exhausted quivering mass lying there on that table totally wasted. My body throbbed and every muscle in my body ached. I now knew what the odor was that I'd smelled when I had first entered the room. It was sperm, lots and lots of sperm. God, I still couldn't quite believe this had happened to me. How could they have done this to me?
As the last of the men filed out of the room, the handsome man and the woman in the scrubs untied my wrists and ankles and removed the gag from my mouth. I was too exhausted to fight them or to yell my outrage. I just let them help me up from the table and lead me into another room. There I had a long hot shower and the woman helped me dress and I was then led back into the waiting room.
The handsome young man sat down beside me and took my hands in his and looked into my eyes and said, "You will most probably become pregnant Mrs. Davis. You have just had unprotected sex with 100 men, including myself," he smiled sweetly at that. "We find that with a huge verity of different men's sperm the likelihood of pregnancy is greatly increased.
"We do however, offer a guarantee, that if you don't become pregnant from the first procedure we will offer you a second one at half price and continue the procedure on that basis until you do become pregnant."
He then smiled and again looked searchingly into my eyes and continued, "We suggest that you keep the actual procedure details to yourself. You should probably not even tell your husband the specifics. We find that spouses might become upset, and there have even been cases were divorce was the outcome."
Just then the door to the waiting room opened and Andy walked in. He looked at me and smiled, "I hope this was all worth it sweat heart. How do you feel? He asked.
I just looked up at him and said, "Tired, very, very tired."
***
That was 14 months ago. It turned out that I was one of those rare cases that took three goes to get pregnant. By the third time I almost began to enjoy the procedure. After all it was for a good cause, we did want a baby after all.
My only real concern is - what will my baby look like? I still remember the last time, there was this huge black guy who was so powerful and such a studley looking man, when he let loose I could almost feel his cum rising up my throat, he left me so full. What would Andy say if our baby turned out to be black?
THE END
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