It was a hot and muggy day that Steve, my husband, and
I arrived at our friends’ house. I really looked
forward to our visits with Joyce and John on their
delightful private island in the bay, but the boat trip
was always long and, today, it was particularly hot.
Joyce, a gorgeous lady in anyone’s book, greeted us.
John was off somewhere doing some chores. The welcome
was reserved, almost cool, I thought, but it helped to
offset the rowdy greeting we received from Jake and
Fluff, the two island mascots, a gigantic Dane and a
cute, trimmed poodle.
Joyce shooed them off and invited us into her home, a
cozy Cape Cod, “Come on in and I’ll fix some cool
“We’ll have sodas,” I said, as Steve had had a few too
many beers on the way down.
We sat and chatted for a half hour or so before Joyce
offered to go find John. Steve said he would go with
her, but I declined. All I wanted was a shower and
chance to lie down. The island was big; they would be
gone a long time.
I waved goodbye to them and headed to the guest room.
As I stripped my grimy clothes off, Fluff hopped on the
bed and made herself at home.
“I’ll contend with you later.” My period always made me
grouch, and horny, but the latter would have to wait.
The warm shower was wonderful. I stayed in for over ten
minutes letting my aches and pains and sweat wash off
of my body. I loved showers, because I loved the
feeling of tiny little fingers caressing my body. I
loved my own hand caressing my body, ALL over, and I
did that a lot. I loved even more large rough hand,
like Steve’s, all over my body, but lately he seemed to
be more intent on doing “his thing” and letting me fend
for myself. But even “his thing” in bed was pretty
A shiver of delight ran through my body thinking of the
other night when we fucked up a storm after that great
porn movie I got at the video store. He even saved some
for my anus that time, something he hasn’t done for a
long while. My, but he was good at that. I am just
sorry I had to be the one to initiate it each time. I
even had to go and get the videos.
But, enough of that. I finally felt relaxed and cool. A
brisk rub down with one of Joyce’s luxurious towels
almost got me in the mood for more than a nap, but
Steve wouldn’t be back for an hour or so.
“A nap would still be great, but maybe I’ll just get
myself off once before I sack out. I’ll blame it on my
period,” I said out loud.
I found the bed still occupied by Fluff, but a quick
jerk of her collar convinced her I wanted it all. She
rested her head on the bed and whined, but I was way
off in another world by then. My legs were flung wide
open, my hands caressing ever contour of my body. It
was a delicious body and I loved it dearly, just as
Steve did. It was nice to know that even though I had
two kids, was married again and pushing that dreaded
forty, I was still desirable.
One of the guys at work, a dippy sort, was constantly
telling me how beautiful I was. At first I though it
was just a line and he was trying to seduce me, but I
finally became convince that he was really in love with
me and he really thought I was beautiful and wonderful.
Although I had flirted with him a few time and even
fantasized more than that, I had still been faithful to
Steve. But it had been sort of tempting and it was nice
to think that I still had that kind of attraction to
males. I felt good about myself and I treated myself
All these things flashed through my mind as my body
gradually softened in my own hands and approached that
wonderful pinnacle I so longed for. My God, how I liked
to orgasm. Although I loved fucking (I have had more
than my share, too), it was really the orgasm that did
it. I didn’t mind getting a guy’s rocks off, as long as
he did the same for me. His cum was nice, but not
For some reason as I gradually approached, then backed
away (I loved to tease myself, too), that guy at work
kept entering my head. He used to write porn stories
for me. Some weren’t too bad either, too bad I don’t
have one now, but he almost had an animal fetish, as
several were about animals fucking women (in his
stories, the “leading lady” was always me – great). I
wonder what it would be like….
A loud crash echoed through the room. It triggered my
climax. “OOOH, I sure am good,” I moaned.
It was a few moments before I realized that I had heard
the noise, so absorbed in finger-fucking myself, was I.
I raised my head saw Fluff sprawled on the floor. It
had been her. She scrambled up and tried once again to
leap onto the bed, apparently her original goal, but
the throw rug and prevented that.
“Oh, all right, you mutt, get up here,” I said as I
helped her up. “There is enough room for two ladies up
here, just don’t crowd me, OK?”
It was too warm for covers, so I lay back down in my
all-together intending to take a cat nap. My mind
slowly wandered back to some of my better sexual
exploits, a common day dream. Some were really neat. I
remember once, there was this guy. He wasn’t so good
looking, but he was big and blond and had a great build
and was young.
I remember that he was so nervous the first time he
tried to put it in he came all over me. He apologized
so profusely, just like his cum, and started crying. I
remember pushing his tear-stained face towards my twat,
holding him there until he started eating me. His
tongue was all slobbery and soft and felt so good,
especially when he tried to slip it up my vagina. He
wasn’t much of a fuck, too quick, but he was great at
The image of this guy was so vivid I could almost feel
him doing it to me again. In my daydream I reached down
to sort of guide his head, and was startled to find
I screamed and flew up throwing that damned dog off of
the bed. It was gross. I actually had a dog licking my
cunt. Now, I needed another shower.
Poor dog. I knew dogs were attracted to blood and here
I was in heat myself. I sure didn’t know female dogs
were into that, too.
Before I got into the shower I had a chance to think
about it. “It sure felt good. I’m no prude. Why not?”
“Is that what you want girl, to eat a little pussy,
huh?” I cooed. “Fluff, come back her. Good dog! How
would you like to take care of old auntie Alice?”
I got her back up on the bed and crawled in behind her.
It didn’t take much to lead her back to my crotch.
Actually, I didn’t know if it was my vaginal juices
from my masturbating or my blood that attracted her,
but who cares.
Her cold nose sent a shock through me and caused me to
recoil, but her warm, wet tongue soon slizzered out and
caused another kind of shock wave to rip through me. A
moment later, I squealed and raised my hips slightly;
she had stuck her long tongue right into my very wet
“Go to it, Fluff. Just don’t forget my clit.” But she
had no interest it that. I tried to get her to lick
that, but her tongue was too coarse for that sensitive
organ, inflamed as it was. So I let her go back to my
cunt and I played joyfully with my clitoris myself.
I was in heaven. No man had ever done me quite like
this. Her tongue was so long it felt like it was going
all the way up to my cervix. God, it was great. My eyes
must have bugged out, as I started to cum. I shook and
panted and squealed for what seemed like ten minutes. I
could have continued for hours like this, except we had
As we were merrily on our way (I am not sure about
Fluff, but I sure was going great) up the erotic hill,
Jake came bursting into the room. In a flash he was on
the bed, like a puppy, trying to see what all of the
I wasn’t about to quit a good thing and I sure didn’t
care who saw us now, I was so far along. It didn’t take
long for me to notice that he didn’t seem too
interested in me, but he did take a sudden liking to
How ludicrous. If I had been in more receptive shape I
would have laughed, but my body was struggling to
complete its journey. There was Jake, this huge dog
trying to hump a dog, two hands shorter, while she was
tongue fucking me.
In then ensuing struggle, the bed taking a terrible
beating, Fluffy caught my clit and I screamed in
delight and melted in ecstasy.
I clamped my legs shut as Fluffy didn’t seem to care
that I had climaxed and didn’t want to stop. I wanted
to lie there and bask, as it were, but fate would have
none of that. Jake was still earnestly humping the air
with all of the urgency and abandon of a teen in the
back seat of a car. Fluffy, obviously ignoring Jake was
trying to root out my vagina again.
Now, being quite intelligent, I figured, “Why should I
get all the breaks, Fluff should be rewarded for a job
I reached down and try to raise Fluffy’s rear end and
sucked in my breath at the sight before me. Jake was
humping the air with a downright prodigious member
flailing around. This flaming red rod was staring right
at me, glimmering and shimmering in the artificial
light of the room. ‘Tis a pity men are not endowed with
self-lubrication like this guy. It sure looked tastier
than K-Y. “What am I saying!”
Anyway, weak as I am, having just completed a very nice
climax, and hating to see that fine organ wasted, I
continued to try to get Fluffy in position. But it was
not to be. I suppose Fluff was not turned on by the
same sort things I am, because all she seemed to want
to do now was escape.
Although Jake would, no doubt, object, I let her go.
She scurried off as quickly as she could.
That left me, and Jake, towering over me still humping
like mad. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his moist
penis thrusting from his sheath, flopping and bouncing
around in the air. It was agonizing to watch him, but I
sure wasn’t going to do anything else.
As his haunches continued humping I could see that long
dick twitch. I slid my foot under his belly and gently
rubbed his cock with my toes.
For some strange reason I found myself saying, “Come on
you beautiful beast fuck my toes, let it go… come on
you beast, fuck me!”
Slowly and cautiously I reach my hand up to touch it.
As it thrashed back and forth in the air I could hold
my hand still and feel its smooth and slimy surface run
over it. It felt good. Hot and slimy and good. Slowly I
closed my hand over it.
“Surely, it wouldn’t do any harm,” I thought.
Jake, figuring he had hit home, went berserk. As I
clamped his prick tighter he gave a great surge and
“plunged home.” For an instant he paused, then slowly
withdrew and began his exaggerated pumping again.
It felt fine to me, but for some unknown reason I
panicked and let go. Jake didn’t stop, but his wail
convinced me that he might catch on soon that things
were not as they should be.
Quickly, I tried to slip out from under him. As I
rolled I must have caught Jake off balance as the horny
dog went tumbling to the floor with a terrible crash.
That gave me an opportunity to wriggle off the bed and
escape. Unfortunately, I met Jake getting up. His
immense size and forbidding strength sent me flying
backwards. I just had the presence of mind to twist
around before crashing down. Thank goodness I could
reach the bed or I would have busted something. I wound
up half on and half off.
For an instant I lay there, panting. That instant was
Before I could push myself up and get completely away,
I felt the hot breath of Jake on my back, instantly
followed by a clunk on my head where his chin came to
rest. His scratchy, hairy body had me pinned. I
struggled to pull away, but his tree-trunk forelegs
were like iron prison bars.
I didn’t even have a chance to react to my predicament,
when I suddenly felt a hot wet object goose me in the
derriere. A scream only seemed to further inflame my
captor as I desperately tried to wriggle free. His hard
chest scraped my back as he strived to mate with me.
His rigid penis, thank god, with a soft, pointy head
kept probing into my rear, getting nearer and nearer to
What was I to do? I was being raped by a dog. They’d
never believe that in court. I stopped and gathered all
of my remaining strength for one last effort to break
free. But this pause was also “fatal.” The instant
before I threw myself to one side, his urgent cock
found, and entered, my anus. (And all along I was
worried about my vagina being violated.)
I gasped. But I couldn’t stop myself. We both toppled
off the bed onto the floor. Amazingly, Jake never
missed a stroke. As we were falling he had quickly
pulled back a short distance, not far enough to extract
himself, and with his own desperate surge drive himself
fully into me. And even as we were lying on our sides
struggling to right ourselves, he persevered.
But a few more of his reckless convulsions on the
ground dislodged him. In an instant, without even
thinking of the consequences, I was up. I threw myself
headlong on the bed crying, “Jake, get up here you
bastard, and finish what you started. This wanton woman
needs her ass reamed.”
He must have understood English, because he was up and
back on me in a flash. I just caught a delicious
glimpse of his magnificent cock fully extended, ready
I gasped again as he reestablished his position. His
determined thrusting again beating a tattoo on my
backside. But this time we had the assistance of
I rotated my hips to help his entry. He took a step
toward me with his back legs and hunched his powerful
haunches. I groaned, “Oh, YES!” as his long hard rod
aggressively slipped into my ass once again. My eyes
must have gotten big as I felt his hard urgent cock
drive in deeply. I felt his hairy haunches strike my
buttocks as he sank all of the way in. “Oh God! It’s
in. He’s in me. Oh My God!”
[I must admit several things here, dear reader.
First, I am not into bestiality, although I love
fucking men. Secondly, I love anal intercourse. It has
not always been a pleasant thing as most men don’t
treat me any differently whichever hole they are in. If
they aren’t particularly gentle when they fuck my ass
it can really hurt, and of course, if they aren’t
adequately lubricated it is pure hell. So I have never
become a expert in it seeing as how my men have not, in
general, been the kind and gentle sort.
It is tough when you are attracted to the macho-type.
Give me the, “Shut up, lady. I’m goin’ fuck the life
out of you.” You can have the guys who say, “Please,
Alice, may I make love with you?” and “Help me enter
you, please, Alice.” I can’t say my type fucks better
or not or that they satisfy me any better, I just like
them better. “Just like a broad,” you say. Well, eat
your heart out, I’m not screwing you, am I?]
Getting back to the real world: I was in heaven
kneeling next to the bed, with this monstrous dog
humping the livin’ shit out of my ass.
I sure wasn’t in any pain now. I reached down to
enhance the effort by playing a little tune on my clit.
It was so nice to be fucked and still be able to dawdle
over my clitoris and finger fuck myself at my own rate.
Jake was fucking like crazy. He was going quite fast,
taking short strokes. His cock was slipping in and out
like nothing I have ever felt before. I could feel the
heat build up, mainly due to my heightening passion,
but also due to friction, no doubt.
I squealed with pleasure each time he thrust his long
red cock into me. Jake, as far as I could tell, was
having a great time, too. Yes, I was fucking the big
dog every bit as much as he was fucking me, and we were
both enjoying it very, very much.
My hips sort of twitched to meet each thrust that the
dog made. He was picking up speed rapidly. Never has
any man humped me so fast. Once he had his long cock
fully into me he started making short thrusting jabs,
not like the delicious long slow strokes that Steve was
capable of, seemingly trying to get into me even
deeper. I was squealing and groaning, urging him on.
All of the sudden it was like I couldn’t get enough air
and I nearly passed out.
But I was only cumming. Huge waves of cum rolled over
and over me again and again. I could feel my bodily
juices flow over my fingers as I stuffed them in my
vagina as far as I could. My clit instantly became
ultra sensitive and I had to stop stroking it in time
to Jake’s thrusts. I could feel my nipples, hard as
cherry pits, and I ached to have a real man stroke
them. Rubbing them over the sheets was all I could
manage with Jake’s weight resting on me. Over and over
Then the dog took a long powerful lunge that drive my
thighs into the side of the bed. I felt a forceful
swelling in his penis, fully buried. He exploded in my
straining body. Surge after powerful surge followed
giving me exquisite pleasure.
I expected him to quickly withdraw his wondrous
instrument and amble unconcernedly away. Then I
remembered the male dog’s physiology as I felt him
start to swell. I wondered, “How big will you get?”
I could feel his cock getting bigger, stretching me, as
it twitched inside me. It was really neat and I felt so
But I was not going to sit idly by waiting for him to
complete the act of mating. I was going to cum again.
“Oh, my God, I’m cumming again!” I moaned to no one in
particular and started to pant and gasp once again.
Eventually, I became aware of the dog getting restless
and wriggling around, still inside of me, each movement
giving me great pleasure. I cried in anguish as I
finally felt it slip out and tried to back into him to
engage it once more, but a sucking sound and a juicy
“plop” told me he had pulled out.
I looked back and was amazed to see how big he was, at
least eight inches and about an inch and a half thick.
Then he followed the human male lead and casually
swaggered off to take a leak some where.
“That was fantastic, simply fantastic!” I said to the
But the room was not empty. A deep, booming voice broke
my reverie, “The bitch likes fuckin’ dogs. How
I groaned in agony as I recognized John, the ultimate
macho-man. Even though he seemed to fit the stereotype
of “my man,” I was always a little afraid of John. He
was just too much like that. More than once I had seen
him shove Joyce around, not really hurting her, just,
“Letting you know who’s boss.” Joyce has never seen fit
to talk of her relationship with him, although she has
told me all of the gory, and not so gory, details of
all of her many others, and there were many, men before
Instantly, I felt a stab in the pit of my stomach. I
tried to get up out of my kneeling position, but John’s
hand reached out and grabbed my shoulder, forcing me
I looked up into his face. John had a savage scowl as
he leered down at me.
The large man slowly reached out his other hand and
grabbed my hair. With brute force he slowly pulled me
to my feet. With not one word, he leaned down and
kissed me. He plunged his tongue deep into my mouth.
The taste of stale beer and cigarette smoke made me
choke, but he held me firmly to him. I attempted to
kick out in self defense, only to have the air knocked
out of me by a fist to my midsection. I dropped back to
“Bitch, if ya’ wanna git a real cock to play with, git
mine.” He paused, obviously expecting me to do
something. He forced me to take my eyes off of his face
and look down. I closed my eyes, but he yanked me
painfully by the hair and said, “Look. Take it out and
look at it.”
Right in front of my eyes was his crotch. I could
clearly see the outline of a huge bulge inside of his
“Now!” brought me back to my senses.
I slowly reached up and undid his belt. He abruptly
shoved me back against the bed, mercifully letting go
of my hair. I slumped against the bed as he quickly
dropped his pants and was startled by an gigantic cock
which bounced free of its confinement. I was caught
midway between admiration, longing and dread as I
stared at it sticking straight out from his hairy
crotch, throbbing in time with his heavy labored
breathing. It was almost ugly, almost.
“Do ya’ want to touch it, since you like cocks so
much?” But it was more a demand than a question.
I reached out as he took a menacing step towards me. I
had never seen a penis that big before. Not only was it
long, about as long as my forearm, but it was bigger
around than my wrist. If it had been attached to
anything else I would have fallen in love with it right
there and then, but its owner did not possess the
“inner beauty” that should have gone with that
magnificent stallion cock. But this unworthy bastard
His “charm” did not stop length and breadth. Suspended
from the hairy root of that massive dong hung the
grossest testicles I had ever seen. They dangled down
like a prize bull, and just seemed to churn over and
over, each moving like a bloated puppet on a string.
My fascination was curtailed by John’s belched command,
“Open your fuckin’ mouth, bitch.”
As I opened my mouth opened, he quickly struck his huge
cock into it, way in, making me gag. His one hand
alternated between pulling my head toward his loins and
yanking it away by my hair. I was afraid to bite, but
the thought did cross my mind.
I could hear his sudden grunt of pleasure as my mouth
closed around his cock. His hand dug into me hard,
pulling me closer as his hips thrust vigorously back
and forth. I closed my eyes again, sucking hard and
eagerly at his thick cock. I could feel the head of his
prick slam the back of my throat with each powerful
thrust and this excited me all the more. Tears welled
up in my eyes, yet the feel of his hard, straining cock
in my mouth awakened a savage hunger in my I’d rarely
known before, but couldn’t wait to satisfy.
My tongue slid all around his cock, feeling each
pulsing vein press my cheeks out. John’s hands
tightened in my hair as I slowly let my hand creep up
to explore his grand testicles. I gently squeezed the
sperm-bloated balls and tried to trace the sinewy trail
leading to the end of his gigantic organ.
In a way I was hoping he would just let me suck him
off, but then in a perverse way I sort of hoped he
wouldn’t. After a few minutes of his masturbating with
me as the tool, he suddenly flung me back towards the
Although I didn’t make it, falling back down to the
floor, I didn’t need written instructions to know that
I had to get up and lay down on it. With all of the
confidence in the world he stood there proudly and
“My, he’s hung. Thank God I am already juicy,” I
I dutifully lay down on my back, spreading my legs and
awaited the onslaught.
He took his hard, huge cock into his hands and aimed it
at my gaping hole. It lurched violently. I was suitably
amazed and impressed.
“Big enuff?” he asked lecherously, his eyes gleaming.
“Iszat what your cunt is needin’?”
I couldn’t answer. The sight of his rigid pulsing flesh
rising straight up from his hairy loins aimed at my
unprotected pussy made me almost faint with desire.
Uncontrollably, I began rotating my bottom in wanton
little circles on the mattress. Involuntarily my hand
darted to my sensitive, vulnerable bud of my clitoris,
prodding and swirling around and around. “Aaaaaaah,” I
“But it’s so big,” I thought in terror. “It will surely
tear me apart.” Suddenly, as he stepped towards me, my
lust was forgotten in a flood of terror. “No!” I
gasped. “Stop! Please, let me go!”
I could tell in his eyes he wanted to shove his
bursting cock up inside my tight little belly. I
suspected he also wanted to watch my face as he
entered, because he commanded, “Get on top of me!” His
lust-contorted face made it perfectly clear I should
follow his command.
He flopped down heavily and reached over to me, quickly
pulling me up over his passion-fevered loins. His
strength was as awesome as was his staff.
My breath came in quick labored gasps. It felt as
though my cunt was on fire, and the spirit of
licentious liberation from all inhibitions drove me to
heights of wanton desire which I had never before
known. Now I only wished he would put his penis inside
my aching pussy, quickly!
“Like this, baby,” explained the man whose fingers were
now clasping the satin-smooth cheeks of my resilient
buttocks and positioning my small vagina directly above
his throbbing hardness. A lewd little smile lighted his
face as he noted the half-fearful, half-lustful gleam
in my eyes as I stared greedily down at the size of his
penis. The panting giant was irritatingly sure that I’d
like his big thick cock well enough once it was firmly
ensconced within my trembling cunt.
“Take it in your hand and put it in your cunt,” he
ordered, too impatient to pay attention to the cock-
teasing woman’s objections.
“No!” I wailed. “I can’t! I’m afraid! I won’t!”
“Oh, God in heaven!” I thought, he is surely going to
tear me to pieces. But I was helpless against his every
wish. My body ceased to struggle and strain, and much
to my astonishment the needles of desire and thrills of
excitement began again, prurient flames of eroticism
flooding through my loins.
“Now take it and stick it in ya’ fuckin’ pussy and
hurry up about it,” he commanded, still leering.
“How did I ever get in a position like this?” I
I reached down and touched his rock hard tool again.
Then, slowly I slid my fingers around that monster,
just barely making it all the way around, until I had a
firm grasp of it. I couldn’t hold it still as it
continued to pulse and surge as John’s breathing came
in gulps and gasps. Grasping the lust-distended
hardness was like holding a red-hot steel bar.
“Oh, please, oh please, oh please,” I groaned. Then,
“Mmmmmm. God, it’s so big, it’s so hard.”
Slowly I moved my hips so that my quivering vaginal
opening was close to that stallion cock. As I gingerly
parted my labia to guide the blunt-nosed shaft up into
the depths of my belly, my earlier passion returned
I slowly ran my hand down and then back up that
magnificent organ, feeling it spasm and swell beneath
Slowly I lowered myself over the waving, flaming tool
that I could not hold still. I nestled it just between
my labia, slowing exerted a force. I had never had a
cock this big, so it was with mixed feelings that I was
looking forward to the next moment.
“What now, little lady?” he mocked. “D’ya want this in
you, baby? A-L-L T-H-E W-A-Y I-N Y-A?”
I groaned and tried to move my hips to take him into
me, but he held me firmly, and I couldn’t move. He held
me in his vise-like hands so that his dick no longer
snuggled in my lips, but he moved me forwards and back
so that it rubbed over my clitoris, exciting me all the
“Oh, Ohhhhhh, please.” I groaned as the tip of his
shaft rubbed my soft mound.
“Oh, please, oh, please, oh, please,” I whispered, not
knowing quite what I was begging for, release or
“Mmmmmm,” I sighed, “God, it’s so big, it’s so hard.”
But, I began to gently stroke that cock up and down
with both hands. “God, it’s so big,” as I tried break
his grip and maneuvered over this monster.
Without warning, unable to wait another second, the
lusting man flicked his muscular hips upward and
plunged his gigantic hardness into my open vagina
without caring whether he was hurting me or not.
Sharp needles of sensual agony shot through my impaled
body. The massive thickness was thrust inside me. His
mammoth hardness throbbed within the suffering walls of
my stretched cunt.
And then before I realized what I was doing, I began to
undulate my hips around the obscenely impaling rod of
hardened male flesh, all traces of pain easing,
floating in between hurt and happiness, between pain
and pleasure, far away from reality. There was
something wonderfully erotic about being fucked half to
death by a virtual stranger. A powerful wave of
pleasure rippled through my over-stimulated body.
“Now this is one fuckin’ man,” he breathed on me. “That
feels better than that fuckin’ dog, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I cried. “Yes, fuck me. I want it… I want it
all of the way inside of me.” I felt the head start to
slip in deeper as I pushed.
“Oh, yes. It’s going in,” I panted. “OH MY GOD!” I
breathed as I began to move up and down very slowly.
But as I rose slightly off of his pulsing cock, he
reached down and took my swollen clit between his thumb
and forefinger and roughly squeezed it, I humped
against him like a mad woman.
“Fuck me!” I panted. “Do it to me… fuck me!”
Supporting part of my weight with my hands on his chest
I began to make slow circles as his huge cock slowly
disappeared inside of me. I watched in utter amazement.
I didn’t want to move, it felt so absolutely
incredible. My eyes rolled back into my head and my
mouth opened to ease my labored breathing. But he
wouldn’t let me stop. With brute force he lifted me off
of him and let me slip deliciously back onto his
I rocked back and forth on his cock.
Alternating from a quick succession of quick strokes
and slow long strokes I began to feel an eruption
coming as his cock swelled even more. His hands fell
away from my hips to run up and down his hardness as I
rose and fell. His face was contorted in agony.
Coming up on one of my long strokes I pulled his cock
out of my cunt just enough to maintain his prick head
just outside and rubbed the slippery knob back and
forth over my clitoris. Then I slowly slid back onto
With an burst of impatience he reached up and pulled me
off of him. As he threw me over on the bed, he
bellowed, “You teasing slut, what are you taking so
long for? I’m cumming and you’re pestering.”
He rolled over and literally fell on me, knocking what
air I had left out. His hips were lunging crazily and
heavily against my body as he desperately tried to get
his huge cock back inside of me. I could do nothing to
help, just lay there and take his savage pounding.
Then with pure, brute force he thrust his powerful hips
forward into me and his raging cock struck the edge of
my vagina. I cried out in pain.
John seemed to go berserk when I screamed as he thrust
hard and his partially lodged dick-head slipped down
and entered me like a pile driver.
My breath had came back, but quickly left again, “Oh,
oh, ooooooh, yes, oooooooh, that’s the way, that’s the
way, yes, yes, fuck me.”
He began to pound me unmercifully, all of his weight
crashing down on me.
As he groaned in anticipation of his quick climax, I,
still striving for ecstasy, moaned in reply, “Oh,
please, fuck me just like that, please don’t stop. God
it feels so good.”
He grabbed my buttocks in his huge hands and rammed it
towards him with all of his strength. He propelled the
full length of that stupendous rock pillar shaft inside
“Ahh, ahh, oh, God, hold it right there,” I cried,
trying to catch my breath once again.
Stopping for an instant, he looked down to his cock
buried in my vagina and with a gruesome smile swore,
“You fucking bitch, take it. I’m gonna run it all the
way through you. Ya’ never been fucked like this havya’
Tell me you haven’t or I’ll kill ya’, ya cock sucking
Then quickly, resuming the obligation of his lust-
ridden body, John began to fiercely ram his pulsating
thickness hard up into my soft and tender vagina with
smooth straight strokes, all the way to my spongy
“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, oooh, uh, uh,” I wailed with each
pelvic intrusion. “Oh, God, Oh, God! Oh, YES! I Feel
It. Oh, F…Fu…Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck ME!”
As an uncontrollable reflex, I wrapped my legs around
his flailing hips until my feet linked over the small
of his back.
He struggled to bury himself even deeper inside of me
as his balls quivered with each thrust.
“Oh God, I think I’m coming,” I shrieked, “Oh yes, I’m
coming, oh, oh, yes, oh, please don’t stop, please
don’t stop, fuck me, please, fuck me.”
Incoherent gurgles of joy spurted from my lips, and my
ripe body squirmed in near orgiastic ecstasy.
I felt his hand attack my vulnerable anus with savage
insistence. The outstretched finger forced its way up
into my clenching rectum, to move back and forth in
time to his wild carnal strokes.
I felt myself floating higher and higher, far removed
from space and time.
Then, suddenly, his long-sought climax hit him like a
jackhammer. Unexpectedly it came over his aroused flesh
and he howled like a wounded animal, as great swirls of
incredible pleasure stormed through his overloaded
The plunging penis that was bringing me to such great
heights, thrust and stopped and expanded, as it spurt
its hot load of semen deep into my convulsing body. His
hot cum made my vagina feel tremendous.
“Don’t stop. Oh, no, don’t stop now!, Ooooh, Aaaahhh,
FUCK ME!” I screamed, but I drew no closer to blissful
ecstasy. I tried to continue to thrust against him, but
his weight pinned me to the bed.
“UUUUUHHHHHH, UUUUUHHHHH, AAAAHHHHHH, OOOOOH!” he
I was desperate. Maddened by the pungent aroma of
sexual release, I wanted to keep him stroking, but it
was not to be.
His orgasmic liquid poured from my racked body and
overflowed upon the bed beneath.
I wallowed in his delights of orgasm and the slippery
warm cum, but my joy was not allowed to continue, for
with a violent shove he extricated himself from my grip
and rolled off. He practically tore his rapidly
shrinking penis from my vainly clutching vagina.
“Now you’ve been fucked by a real man. That oughta keep
you away from the mutts from now on. Ya’ ain’t too bad,
yourself, baby, but don’t come back beggin’ for more.
Ya’ ain’t worth another fuck.”
He crudely rolled off the bed, lighted a cigarette,
grabbed his trousers, belched, and casually swaggered
off to take a leak.
I lay there for a few moments, still unstated, not
really having the energy or desire to get up. Suddenly
I heard a scream and the sounds of approaching
footsteps. Joyce burst into the room, quickly surveys
the scene and whimpered, “What did that bastard do to
I really wanted to jump up and run headlong for the
bathroom or the door or somewhere, but the preceding
hour had been just too much. All I could do is just lay
there where John had tossed me and smile up a one of my
“I’ll get that bastard for raping you. He did, didn’t
he?” She asked.
I was speechless. Should I lie or not? Joyce didn’t
give me a chance. She came over to the bed and leaned
over me. “You poor thing,” she said and kissed my
As she sat down I saw her glance down to my crotch, my
pubes, and grimace. She must have seen his cum flowing
out of me, I still felt it running out, over my thigh,
forming a sticky wet puddle beneath me.
She sat there for a few moments. Neither of us said
anything. Then she did a strange thing. (Thankfully, I
was still in virtual shock or I might have reacted
hastily.) Slowly she leaned over me again and kissed my
forehead again, this time I felt hot tears. Her hands
came up to my face and gently lay warmly against my
She held them there for a few moments, then she quietly
lay down next to me taking me in her warm arms like I
was a child. Her hands gently stroked my back, then
crept innocently down to my buttocks, then back. Her
touch was very, very sensual.
She pulled away for an instant, staring into my eyes,
and then leaned over and kissed me full on the lips.
Her grip on me tightened. I tried to get away, but I
was still weak.
“Alice, listen to me, please,” she pleaded. “It will
just take a few minutes.”
She was one of my best friends, I owed her that much.
She let me go when I assented. She sat up again,
telling me to stay lying down. Then in a very quiet,
seductive voice, she proceeded to tell me her life’s
story. About how she had fucked her way through life
until she met John. And how John had teased her
unmercifully by letting her play with his cock, but
never letting her have it inside of her.
She was young and so infatuated with its size that she
finally gave into to his demand that he marry her
before she could have it. Then on her wedding night he
had beaten and raped her unmercifully and continued to
do so for several weeks. On the sly she had sought help
from another friend, who had had a similar problem.
That friend had “become” a lesbian in reaction to her
own experiences with men. She “seduced” Joyce and Joyce
“saw” the light of non-aggressive love-making.
Joyce had been rambling for quite some time before she
said that. I probably had dozed off a few times, too.
Anyway, quite unnoticed she had return to her gentle
caressing of my still-bare body. By the time I realized
it I had come to enjoy it. Then she dropped the bomb.
“Alice, it was so very wonderful being excited and
loved by someone who didn’t just want a fuck. She
wanted to share herself with me. I returned time and
time again to that wonderful person. The irony, if that
is what you call it, is that once when we were in bed
at our house and John walked in. He was so furious that
he hasn’t tried to get in bed with me since!”
Raising my head, I looked at this lovely person,
actually looking very sexy there, half laying on her
side, one knee raised, spreading apart her legs, so
that I could see the deep gap of her short-shorts. I
could not help but see the narrow piece of the crotch
of her underpanties.
When she knew I was watching, she reached down with her
free hand, and gently pushed aside that thin material.
With a groan, in dismay or desire, I couldn’t tell, I
wondered at her vagina, the first one I has seen
outside of my own. Her body, still gleaming from the
day’s perspiration, was like polished alabaster. She
sat up and shrugged out of her tiny T-shirt, leaned
backward, lifting her sexy hips and hooking her thumbs
into the elastic of her shorts, shoved them down past
her knees and kicked them away from her.
I felt a most unusual and unexpected, surge of hot
feeling deep in my loins.
Joyce’s body was now completely naked before me. And
for the first time in my life I was really looking at
one of Nature’s greatest works of art. She wore her
hair fairly short and it gave her face a very innocent
look, her eyes were large, the pupils, a deep brown,
that when they glinted made me think of some of the
sexy things I used to dream about. She had a small nose
and her lips were passionately full and ripe and rich.
They glistened as I watched her tongue dart out from
between her lips and cover them with a sheen of saliva.
I saw her breasts, while not large, were exquisitely
formed and so firm, that the flesh covering them looked
as if it were stretched to the tearing point, shining
like the finish on a freshly waxed apple. But what I
really noticed about those breasts were those
magnificent nipples. Large, very large, they were
sticking out like large pencil erasers, almost straight
up in the air.
As she again leaned towards me, I saw that those firm
orbs hardly moved, staying tight to her body. I
marveled at her narrow waist, which I was sure John
could put his hands around. And just below that I saw
her belly button, and I felt myself wanting to kiss
that button, and tease it with my tongue. Her stomach
was hard and flat and as she moved I could see the many
muscles of her lower belly flexing and contracting. She
looked so sexy that I felt a sudden urge to reach out
and touch her, her body.
With her legs still spread apart, I saw the deep curve
that showed me how her soft labia gently curved down
between her legs, into the shadow. I watched as the
long, strong muscles of her loins ‘jerked’ and
It was quite simple, and natural, for me to look up
between her silky thighs and see the seat of our mutual
desire, the delicate victim of John’s brutality.
Then she began to sing, more a soft delicate sing-song
type of humming or murmuring. It was fascinating, even
I lay still and close my eyes, hypnotized by her
It began as a light, almost unfelt touch. Still, it
sent shock waves through my body. As the feeling of
pleasure faded, I tried to bring myself back to
reality, tried to remember where Joyce had touched me.
I couldn’t. What was she doing that caused me to feel
this way. Whatever it was, I did not want her to stop.
She touched me again. This time, I knew. I felt my
nipples react to the light caress of her fingers. A
feeling of warmth began to spread across my breast and
down toward the flatness of my stomach. I could feel my
nipples swelling as my body accepted her offerings.
Suddenly, my body arched upward. I had no control over
that reaction. Juices once again began to flow from my
vagina as Joyce slowly drew her finger up between the
lips of my labia. I was frozen. I lost total track of
time as I felt my clitoris being stroked very, very
tenderly. It seemed like she was only moving in one
direction, taking me higher.
The caressing did not stop, or reverse direction. I did
not want it to. I could feel the juices flowing out of
me making a warm soggy puddle beneath my tense bottom.
I could smell my own scent in the room. It was not as
unpleasant as I had remembered when I masturbated
alone. It almost smelled of perfume. Breathing deeply,
I allowed myself to be led higher.
Her finger continued to cautiously drift across my
clitoris. She was moving as slowly as she could, trying
to prolong the feeling for me. She wanted to do
nothing, but please me, I could feel it. If there was
anything that could be done for my body to feel good,
she would do it.
I could not see her move, but I felt her shift her
body. I felt a warm breathing on my breast, on my
abdomen, on my legs, on my genitals. Now her gentle
fingers were replaced with her soft warm tongue.
I rolled my head from side to side on the pillow. I
felt no need to guide Joyce, she seemed to anticipate
my every desire even before I felt it.
“Oh god, YES!” I screamed as her tongue danced across
my clit. She drove harder at my yearning, flowing
vagina. As she licked up and down the lips and around
my swollen little clitoris the thought that I was
really enjoying my first orgasm from a woman did not
enter my mind.
Joyce ever so gently started to rub her finger around
that little puckered rosebud. I cried out again, “OOOH!
OOOH! OOOH! I never knew. That feels so good. OOOH!
Don’t stop, I feel so tingly, so sexy, so needed, so
She moved her other hand up to take my straining
nipples into her sensitive fingers and roll them
around. All the while she was gently licking my swollen
labia getting all of that sweet nectar she could.
Then her finger began to gentle probe and withdraw from
my beckoning vagina. I reached up and searched for
Joyce’s nipples, which stood out like ripe berries and
were so hard, sitting atop those luscious soft mounds
of creamy alabaster. A bolt of electricity surged
through me as I touched them. Her breasts were so
beautiful I wanted to bury my face in them and cover
them with kisses.
Involuntarily, my hips began to heave in time with her
cautious investigates. She became braver and gradually
started to move her fingers in and out slowly half
twisting them with each stroke. Shoving her face hard
against my wet genitals she took that swollen clit into
her lips and gently pulled and gently sucked. After a
few nearly unbearable moments she graduated to a more
persistent hard sucking, and then light again,
alternately. She gently massaged first one nipple then
“AAAH! OOH, I feel so hot. I’m going to do it! YES!
NOW!! I’M CUMMING,” I blurted out. I arched my back
extending my woman-hood to Joyce’s receptive mouth. I
was out of control, bucking and humping vigorously all
over the bed. Joyce buried her face into my pussy and
sucked hard, lapping up all my bodily juices. Then she
quickly placed her fingers on my heaving buttocks,
sliding them around until the penetrated my crack and
shoved her finger deep into my anus.
All went black as I felt myself tumble into space more
real than imaginary. The euphoria was like I had never
experienced with a man before. It began in my genitals
and swiftly engulfed my whole body giving me what could
only be described as a wonderful electric shock, not
painful, just ecstatic, and continuous and all-
After an eternity, as I slowly returned to earth, Joyce
withdrew. She moved up my tense, flat stomach licking
and nipping. As she reached her face she covered my
mouth with her own, parting the lips and inserting her
tongue deep into my mouth. I responded with my own,
battling back, striving to return a fraction of the joy
she had just imparted to me.
“Now, Alice, I want you to do as you like with me.
Don’t be afraid. You won’t hurt me. Just take your
time. My body is yours to do as you will,” Joyce
Looking into those large brown eyes, I reached up and
started to cup one of her exquisitely lovely breasts. I
ran my forefinger over the nipple which instantly
sprang out hard and round. As I began to knead and
stroke those precious globes, I rolled her over onto
her back and began kissing her from her delicate face
down to her heavenly breasts, and slowly further.
The pungent scent of Joyce’s moist vagina wafted up to
me, but it was not disagreeable, it was like the
fragrance of roses. I dallied lovingly around her
lovely labia, examining each delightful fold and
valley. I could hear moaning in time to my searching.
She gradually began a mournful wail that started deep
in her loins and rose until it reached a crescendo as I
finally submerge my face into her yearning womanhood
and desperately searched for the epitome of her
sensuality with my inadequate tongue. I so longed for a
penis of the size of John to delve and flirt and play.
Suddenly, she clamped her lovely legs around my head
and gave an ear-piercing scream, and lay limp, spent.
I crawled up to lay on her sweet body, to share my new-
found oral treasures with her.
We lay passively, spent, happily for many, many moments
in each others arms, before she finally stirred.
“Alice, that was wonderful.” With that she slowly
curled her lovely legs up over my back, squeezing my
abdomen hard against hers. Her hips began a slow,
deliberate rhythmic rocking as if she was responding to
a man entering her.
“God, Joyce, I wish I had a cock to fuck you with,” I
whispered. But her only response was a gentle beatific
smile as she rolled her eyes up into her head gave an
agonizingly deep groan of passion and orgasmed once
again, as our mons and bodies blended into one.
“But I do,” Steve moaned from the doorway.
I should hate you for lying with a woman, Alice, but I
could never stop loving you. You know that. Why are you
doing this? Why?”
“Steve, listen to me. This has been an unbelievable day
for me. Don’t be angry at me, share my joy with me,
please. Come here, Steve,” I cried.
Steve slowly, reluctantly came over to us. Joyce
quietly slipped out of bed, only now noticing her
nakedness. Steve let her go without a glance. “God, he
must really love me to not even give that beautiful
body a second glance,” I thought as he sat down next to
With tears streaming down my face I began to tell him
of all, well, not all, I omitted John’s participation,
for Steve’s sake, the happenings.
He looks down at me, kindly, with tears of his own and
says, with great courage, “Alice, I know I cannot keep
up with your sexual desires. I try as hard as I can,
but I just can’t seem to. I don’t want you to be
unsatisfied, but I couldn’t bear it if you made love to
another man, I’m sorry. Forgive me, please, Alice.”
We held each other for a few long, deep minutes. Only
when the spell-breaking sound of Joyce’s toilet
flushing broke the stillness did either of us speak. He
whispered in my ear, “Well, I guess I can’t be jealous
of a woman, and it seems silly to be jealous of a dog.
Was he any good?”
Before I could respond, he added, “Maybe I should buy
one for you. Would you like one?”
With a cried of joy, I reached up to hug that big
delightful man and say, “No, Steve, you are all I
Steve held me for an instant, then stiffened. Abruptly,
almost in anger he pulled my arms from him and with
sort of a scowl, stood up. I fell clumsily back onto
the still-damp bed.
“Don’t go, Steve. Please don’t leave me,” I begged.
But he seemed to be deaf to my pleading as he sneered,
“I’ll do whatever I damn well please, Alice.”
“Damn! Why did I tell him about that damned dog. Maybe
he could have accepted Joyce,” I thought as I dissolved
in tears, clutching the pillow to my face in my
Quiet steps faded, punctuated by the punctuation of the
door catch “click.” I could do nothing, but lay there
and sob in my misery. “Steve, gone! My whole life
Almost immediately I felt the presence of a warm body
first leaning over me and then kneeling next to me,
causing the mattress to flex. “Go to hell, Joyce. Can’t
you see what you’ve done…. And me, too, sorry,” I
But Joyce didn’t see fit to leave for I felt her warm
hand rest on my butt. Her hand rested there, unwelcome,
but warm, and, almost, rough.
In irritation I started to roll over, but I felt myself
in an iron grip. This was not Joyce! As I felt myself
being crushed under the weight of a heavy male body, I
cried, “No, Jo…” but before I could get the words out
a hand shoved the pillow back into my face.
Hot breath caught the back of my neck and ear, along
with the words, “Whatever I want, is this.” And I felt
my legs being pried apart by a sexually driven man. His
stout and rock hard cock fell against my bottom.
“Steve!” gushed from my smothered mouth.
“Quiet, Love. Joyce is still around somewhere. I just
can’t stand seeing your beautiful body lying here
without wanting to join with it, and you. I want to be
inside of you, a part of you, to be one with you. I
want to be slow and follow you along the long, long
trail to ecstasy, but my body is out of control.
Forgive me, Wonderful Alice. Forgive me.”
A flood of passion enveloped me once again. It felt
like it had been in limbo. It rushed upon me with all
of the fury of a tempest. Already I was higher than I
had been, even with John, who never let me climax, or
with Joyce. Or even when Steve and I used to make mad
passionate love at home with no worries from the kids.
In one fraction of a second I was sailing beyond my
I could do nothing with Steve lying on me, but I didn’t
have to, even though I wanted to roll over and hold him
close to me. His hand had released the pillow and along
with the other one had slipped around to my yearning
breasts and were like little children at play. He
hadn’t done that in years.
Then his knees slipped under my thighs and raised my
belly off the bed a few inches. As I lifted I felt his
manhood slip down beneath me until it rested
comfortably in my labia, just snuggling up to my
warmth. Very deliberately he began to stroke in and out
rubbing that delightful organ against my clitoris,
sending me beyond my wildest dreams.
I wanted to hold myself so we could cum together, but
it was on me before I could do anything. It was utterly
unbelievable. Over and over I tumbled in the heavens,
awash in sensual fluids, enveloped in sweet scents,
sensations cursing through my body that were truly
obscene, truly wonderful, truly of God. All went black,
then red, then white, then all colors of the rainbow.
Still he repeated his ministering to my privates.
Feeling, caressing, loving. The pounding in my ears
drowned the sweet nothing pouring in them from his
honeyed lips. I could breath no more. “I am dying,” I
thought. But I didn’t care. I see what God has in store
for me in the next life. It couldn’t be better than
this. “I’m coming, Lord. I’m coming,” I cried.
Somewhere along about this time, be carefully abandoned
his penile stroking and clumsily began searching for
that Holy Grotto of Love. Steve had never made love to
anyone like this so it was a new experience for him.
But it hardly made any difference, as his mind and body
were miles apart.
His mind was far, far away with Alive on her guided
tour of God’s Heaven; his body was flailing away,
thrusting against yielding flesh desperately searching
for the wonderful entrance to Nirvana. Somewhere in the
far reaches of reality, Steve could feel his seminal
fluid begin that irrepressible, unstoppable journey to
the Promised Land. No where in his repertoire did he
have the wherewithal to prevent this happening, try as
But God is gentle with true lovers. In what seemed like
a fraction of a second, but was in reality over ten
minutes, Steve’s massive erection not only found
Alice’s craving and joyously receptive vagina, but
plunged its way to its very holy depths, withdrew, just
to tease the human participants, descended again,
teased, plunged, teased, plunged…
Both Alice and Steve, figuratively, lay back in their
own reverie and applauded their beautifully formed
bodies perform like no other lovers had ever done.
A twinge of pain tingled Steve’s gonads. With an
unearthly groan, Steve poured, no, shot his very soul
into the eagerly awaiting receptacle of Alice. Their
bodily fluids mingled just as their souls were doing
All Joyce could do, having been an admiring observer
for the last twenty minutes was playfully bring herself
to a climax, piteously insignificant compared to those
she had just shared with Alice. With a moan of anguish,
she reached down to gently clutch Steve’s churning
testicles and simultaneously gently place the other
worshiping hand on Alice’s turgid clit. “God, that must
have been good,” she wondered out loud to deaf ears.
She stood admiring and envying the two for several
minutes before sighing and leaving the room. She
thought, “If John hadn’t left for the mainland, I might
just have given him another chance. I wonder if I could
get Steve to screw me. Naw, probably not. But maybe
I’ll try. He sure is good.”
But Joyce abandoned the two exhausted lovers too soon.
Steve was the first to float back to the harsh real-
world. Still feeling the tingling from the delightful
exertions, he whispered, “I love you, Alice. I love the
way you make love, but, Alice, I love you for what and
who you are. I love you because you are kind and gentle
and caring and nice. I could never love another like I
love you, Alice, nor would I want to. Can we keep this
Well, how do you reply to this? Here is the one person
in the universe I love more than all others. Here is a
fantastic lover and wonderful friend. The only words
that could be used in response. In my book, were these:
“I love you, Steve. I want you, Steve.”
But I did not have the chance, for to my amazement,
Steve pulled his still erect and throbbing cock out of
my vagina and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I want you,
He carefully rolled off of me, I supposed so that he
could turn me over. As I roll over he reached out with
his strong arms and pulls me over to him, and says, “I
don’t have the strength to do it anymore, Dear Alice,
but the desire is sure still here.”
Like high school kids in the back seat of a car, we
wrestled and thrashed around. The sensations of out
electric bodies contacting and rubbing sent sparks
coursing through us. After a few moments of aimless,
but delightful, tussling, we found ourselves sitting
upright cross-legged in front of each other, but
teetering on the edge of the bed.
Steve, taking advantage of his superior strength,
grabbed me by the shoulders and held me still.
“Stop, Alice, I just want to soak up some of your
exquisite beauty,” he murmured. Those were sure welcome
words to me, but it almost seemed all of his beauty
that I wanted to soak up was between his crossed legs.
“God made a mistake when he failed to design us to make
mad, passionate love remotely so we could see the
beauty of the human body,” he said.
Speechless, I just smiled a silly grin at him.
Steve reached out to gently cup my small, but turgid,
breasts in his warm hands. I extended my hand and
caressed his nipples. We kissed, a slow, fervent kiss.
Cautiously, at first, our tongues explored, as our
hands softly and hesitantly meandered among the newly
discovered hills and valleys of each other. Our nipples
stood at rigid attention, straining towards each other.
He paused a moment to delicately plant a warm, moist
kiss on each sweet breast. Our fingers continued to
enjoy their romped resembling children at play.
One of his hands crept up to stroke my hair and fell
lovingly to gently massage my shoulders and back of my
neck; the other stole lower to my delicate, satiny
smooth, creamy white inner thigh and delicately inched
to my pubic area, rich in erotic senses. It was still
dripping wet with his seminal fluids. He gently traced
the contours of my pubic mound and tangled his fingers
lovingly in the hair. He tenderly frolicked over the
mons and cautiously ventured further.
My hands, far from idle, caressed his chest and arms
and followed the soft fur down towards the deep and
dark nether regions. As I reached the mound of soft
hair surrounding his penis, which seemed to be
preparing to explode from the violence stored inside.
Even then it grew and expanded more as I amazed. It was
a quivering rod, proud and majestic, upright in the
forest for all to behold and admire.
I had never seen it so big, even in bygone years. My
finger traced the edges of his prick around and
followed it up to the closed orifice. Oh, so, gently I
lifted his forbidding penis up and looked it head on.
My fingers then touched a large serpentine vein and
followed it full length, wondering lazily as I went.
When I reached the root, the source of the enormous
organ’s strength, I extended my hand until I totally
enveloped the rigid staff. The other hand stole down
still lower to the testicles. In the heat of passion
they were loose and pliable, yet amazing full
considering what they had just expended. As I valiantly
tried to capture and hold one Steve caused me to start.
He had found my clitoris, my blood-rich bud, flower,
seat of driving passion, but not until after he had
deliciously sought the hidden depths of my creamy pink
vagina, the love-shrine. His fluids, unknowingly added
to John’s torrent, was the perfect moistener,
lubricator, for his touch. With exquisite care and
tenderness he surrounded my exquisitely sensitive
flower and caressed every crevice and tip.
I gave a reflex intake as he reached the tip. My moans
were equaled only by his. Steve dallied with trembling
hand as shivers of passion waved through my starving
Together we lavished joyful touch upon tender touch on
each other as we shared this exquisitely lovely and
passionate moment. As our soft and gentle frolicking
continued our breathing meshed into one.
Imperceptibly we clung to each other. At no time did
our eyes wander from each other, save the instant of
that first touch of my clitoral tip, being constantly
focused on our finger’s meandering, awed by the
innocent and sweet “children” at play in their
As one we looked at each other as if to verify that our
time was now. The electricity of the moment was
Our eyes again dropped as I tried to untangled my legs.
As I struggled, one of Steve’s hands caressed of my
neck and back, the other alternated between his tender
stroking of my clitoris and sensitive probing of my
warm cave of joyful love.
I couldn’t leave that moment. I stopped trying to
extract myself and reached down once again with one
hand reached around Steve’s back and pulled him closer,
with the other I resumed that delightful game of tag
with his testes.
As passion overtook us I slipped my hand up once more
to his turgid, pulsing penis and as Steve gently opened
my vagina I allowed the softly rounded head to run
around the lips ever perceptually creeping closer to
the warm, dark cave, as my flowing juices graciously
covered the magnificently erect crown.
We both watched in utter amazement as the now self-
activated penis followed the lead shown him. With faint
help from either of us the splendid shaft slowly sank
out of sight. As if watching departing friends, we gave
pause when he was totally immersed inside of me.
It had never felt like this with Steve before. I had
thought that making love to Steve had left no new
ground to cover. Oh, how wrong I was. This was a
totally different world. Not only was his penis
significantly bigger it seemed to give off a sensation
in my womb like he, or no man, had ever done before. It
wasn’t heat or electricity or anything that I could put
into words. But it was exquisite.
Only then did we look up to gaze into each other’s
eyes. It was a moment we both wished we could have
preserved forever. I thought, “Darn, now, the best part
is over?” Little did I know.
We snuggled closer, remaining locked, totally engaged.
Obviously he intended to pull me over on him, but the
initial movement sort of broke the moment. When I felt
that intense penis shift slightly inside of me I
writhed in ecstasy and uttered a delighted squeal.
We fell to one side and in the ensuing, but delectable,
struggle his legs slip off the bed. He reached up and
with his strong arms pulls me down to his chest,
planting a moist, passionate kiss on my lips. His
flamboyant tongue snaked into my mouth to determinedly
wander and search, just as his stallion-cock explored
My legs were nearly off the bed so I pulled them up
until they were just below Steve’s armpits. This sudden
movement caused him to slip out of me. We both gasped
simultaneously. I tried to recover by slipping back on
him, but his cock had jerked uncontrollable at the same
instant I had lowered myself and I wound up resting my
still dripping genitals on his flat hard abdomen.
I could feel his unbelievably turgid penis pulsing
against my butt. The old Steve was no spring chicken
and for a long time now we have had to wait several
hours between love sessions before he could get another
erection. I liked this new Steve.
Taking a hint from his previous actions I snuggled my
pubes down against swollen cock.
I leaned up so that I was kneeling over him and reached
down to fondle his cock once more. But this time I
pulled up and hunched back down over Steve resting my
pubes on his cock, now. I could feel every manly inch
of it stretched out along my perineum and labia. It
shoved against me with an astonishing ferocity. It took
almost my entire body weight to press it against
Steve’s belly. His grunt of pain caused me to ease up
and allow it to rise a little.
I wanted Steve in me more than I have ever wanted
anything before, but I have always been a tease. I
guess my true nature took hold, because I slowly began
a sensual undulation up and down along his distended
cock. At the end of each stroke I could feel him jerk,
obviously battling to gain entry to the home we had so
I was no longer master of my own body. It became seized
with a passion far outweighing anything it had seen
before and stroked that colossal organ until Steve was
out of his mind. My labial lips hungrily enfolded that
monster. The sensitive inner surface nestled over each
turgid vein. The feeling was like none I had ever felt
I could have continued like this for hours, but poor
Steve was obviously panicking. He struggled to get me
off of him, but since he was half off the bed he
couldn’t get any leverage.
If the situation had been different I would have
laughed out loud. I was virtually raping Steve, as
close to masturbating him as you can get, something he
never would have allowed. I was controlling the events.
I was dominating. All of this being perpetrated by a
woman who needed to be dominated. I was the one who
wanted Steve to fuck all the time, but I had to
convince him so that he would “take” me. I was an
enigma. Well, Steve wanted to screw me now and I
wouldn’t let him. I couldn’t help myself.
That is, I couldn’t, but someone else could. I felt a
gentle and warm, but resolute hand on each hip, slowly
lift me up until Steve’s magnificent cock sprang to
attention beneath me. I held the position for a moment
as the hands left me. I couldn’t help but follow
Steve’s eyes as he looked down between us.
There was Joyce’s sensitive hand curled around Steve’s
erection trying to guide it to my awaiting vagina. I
couldn’t help noticing that that was not all she was
doing, however. To truly guide it in place she would
have to hold her hands still and push or pull it the
right way. Her hands were slowly moving up and down the
shaft and only slightly pushing it up towards me.
I glanced in apprehension at Steve, figuring he would
have a bird, but his facial expression did not show the
slightest sign of concern.
We both heard, but ignored, Joyce whispering, “God, it
feels so good. It is so hard and hot. Mmmmmmmmm!”
One hand slowly released its grip and slid up to rest
on his prick. She gentle massaged it as Steve groaned
in seeming agony.
“Put it in quickly. I can’t hold much longer,” he
Jerking to reality, Joyce again grasped that horse-cock
and forced it forward and place her other hand on my
butt to encourage me to lower myself. Her guidance was
not limited to pressing me down either, for it was in
constant motion caressing and kneading and searching.
“Now,” she cried, “Take him now.”
Trusting fully her judgment I fell heavily on Steve and
felt his immenseness enter and be engorged by my ripe
vagina. The sensation was delicious. I faintly heard
Joyce gasp in encouragement. I knew her hand, not still
on my rear, and I found out later that she continued to
stroke Steve’s cock on the up stroke and knead his
testicles when he was inside of me. (We did thank her,
by the way, but it was later, much later, but that is
I was not slow or gentle, I was possessed and wanted to
feel him violating my body with his organ. I pushed
hard against him and felt his hardness fill me. Oh, the
sensations were coming fast now. I moved up and down
almost off completely and rammed down again. He may
have felt I was in danger of hurting one or both of us
with my movements as he gently took hold of my hips and
began guiding me to a slower motion. That too was
wonderful. My muscles began to tighten even more around
his member when he was buried in me.
My motions were not just up and down either, but
horizontally forward and backwards, and sideways, and
around in a circle. It was exquisitely difficult to
raise off of him, to allow his prick to leave my
yearning vagina, so I lifted slowly as I moved my hips
backwards allowing his withdrawing cock to contact
deliciously with my clitoris. The sensations were
unspeakable. When fully withdrawn I would then fiercely
ram down and forwards onto him again allowing him to
careen manfully back to the hilt.
Once I was fully engorged with him I would rest on him
and wiggle my hips a second feeling him lurch and pulse
inside. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Would that this great joy never
The tightening spasms became more angry and forceful
and I knew I had totally surrendered to this animal
act. I must have made incoherent sounds as my whole
body began to shake with a very powerful orgasm. Surely
he was getting very close, too. He again tried to slow
the pace, but I had this feeling that if we slowed,
then it would end, whereas if we continued at this
desperate tempo it could last forever.
But I also wanted to feel him explode his hot sperm
deep inside of me. I wanted to feel his pleasure and
know that there was unbelievable magic here for him,
too. If I could have stepped aside and surveyed the
situation I would never have felt that doubt, but it
was impossible for me, at that time, to believe that
there was any pleasure left available to anyone else in
the entire world.
My vaginal muscles tighten on him, seemingly to
strangle the very vitality from him, but his erection
seemed not only to survive, but thrive on the super-
human forces I was involuntarily exerting on him.
I vainly wanted him to join me in this expression and
experience of love created by God for just the two of
us, but I still felt alone. How could this be shared? I
desperately wanted to milk his climax, emanating from
his burgeoned testicles and driven outward into me, to
be directed at the very center of his being as well as
From somewhere out in the earthly world I could
imperceptibly hear voices, one was high and feminine,
moaning in a singsong fashion in perfect unison with
our flailing and the soft stroking on my lower back and
buttocks and thighs (and elsewhere), and the other was
a low rumbling groan from Steve expressing in no
uncertain terms that he wanted to join me, but
couldn’t. The only real words I could comprehend were,
“Wait for me” and “Help me,” both uttered with a
pathetic desperation that would have brought tears to
mortals, if there were any present.
I vaguely sensed a change, as Joyce’s tender hands
disappeared. I scarcely would have noticed, except
almost immediately I felt another warm body descend on
me as I was pumping away. This body was warm and alive
and heavy and … hairy. It was Jake.
Later, Joyce explained that Jake had returned to the
scene of his earlier conquest, apparently drawn by the
scent of lust. It took little imagination on her part
to figure a way for the obviously willing stud to join
the fun, although she said she was tempted to take him
for herself. It also took little encouragement on her
part to assist Jake up and over my backside.
For an instant I was afraid the spell had been broken
as the huge dog, not being the gentleman that Steve
was, set upon his task with not the faintest hint of
tact. His erection, no doubt assisted by Joyce, who was
probably getting into practice for some future
exercise, was apparent immediately. The already
familiar stanchion began immediately to poke and stab
at my firm backside, and none too cautiously. Steadying
hands finally guided that dripping rod to that abode
that would proceed to work miracles on the poor
beleaguered Steve and would drive me to even higher
It was clear that Steve didn’t know what was going on
for as soon as Jake had penetrated my anus to his
fullest, it must have taken him all of two awful
strokes, he grunted out, “My God Alice, what are you
doing? You are going to drive me insane. You are going
to kill me. I can’t take any more. I am dying. I am
But it was not quite over, but almost. The fluid noises
of their combined juices, a slight bed-centered squeak
and their passionate breathing were the only sounds.
Precisely on cue their breathing became more like
grunts and groans as the heated motion of their bodies
became more spontaneous and impulsive and less
As their exertion approached the agonizing stage the
sensuous groans became a constant barrage of erotic and
carnal grunts. I attempted to control our fantastic
thrusts, just to make them linger, but to no avail.
I grunted both in satisfaction and exertion. It was on
me. That terrible, terrible climax of all of our Holy
exertions was upon me. For an instant my body stopped
in mid motion, Steve’s bursting cock rested with the
prick just tucked against my labia, Jake still pumping
like the mad dog he was at that instant. I felt a
brilliant blinding radiance shine down on me as my
vagina contracted around Steve’s prick virtually
forcing it out. Was this how it was going to end?
In that instant, when I thought all was lost, Steve let
out a deafening roar and he pulled me down on him. My
vagina relaxed, cooperatively for that split second,
and I felt him surge and swell. Simultaneously, with a
piteous cry Jake forced himself deep to the brooding
depths of my colon and ejaculated with an astounding
force that shook my bowels, and then, immediately began
As I felt his surging penis erupt with a fiery inferno
that must be called Mons St. Alice, Steve vented
another monstrous and guttural primeval cry. I
unsuccessfully fought an urge to scream, as a shrill
wail of ecstasy bubbled from my lips along with the
cry, “Oh, no, God! Don’t let it be finished! Bring it
Our simultaneous cataclysmic orgasm gushed. An enormous
mass of semen, seemingly Steve’s total life’s energy,
spewed forth to penetrate every cranny. As he strove to
extract the last vital drop in me. Our juices became
too much to hold; our virtual life fluids flowed freely
over us and the bed.
It felt like forever as he, no, they, spurted
repeatedly, endlessly, each ejaculation as potent as
My only distinguishable words were a heart-felt prayer,
“OH MY GOD! THANK YOU!”
My prayer of thanks was answered with the triggering of
a second and more startling climax. A flood of heavenly
stars rained down on Steve and I as we sailed off
forever to God’s perfect Garden of Love.
Life would never be the same for either of us, thank
God. Until the end of our days we will joyously search
for the duplication of this unbelievable experience.
What better Heaven than this. With utter joy, we lay
spent in each others arms for almost forever.
It makes little difference to the reader if our search
for a repeat was ever successful. Fortunately,
exploring for it was quite worthwhile on its own merit.
Try it some time, my friend.