tryst

She makes up for a lifetime of teasing.

by musicankane. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I awoke to the unthinkable; Columbus High school had had a fatal shooting. I stood in shock as the news broadcast told the story about a outsider kid who got fed up with being made fun of and went nuts in the schools main courtyard with his Dad’s handgun, killing two and injuring thirteen before he killed himself.

Although this wasn’t the first time something like this happened in the country, but what made it so much of a shock for me was that Columbus High was not five miles from the high school I go to now; Longpark.

As I sat and ate breakfast I thought about how bad it must have been for the shooter. Getting made fun of was nothing new to me. I’m six feet tall and skinny, and I’m not really a vision of popularity. I know what it is like to get constantly harassed by everyone at school.

I found myself thinking about what I’d do in the same situation, and quickly shook the thoughts out of my head. As bad as being made fun of, I knew it would all pass after school was over and done with. Besides why would I want to be friends with the jerks from school? I wouldn’t mind a couple of the cheerleaders though but to hell with it.

At school the mood was definitely somber. The usual chatter of the main courtyard was down to a dull murmur. I think the scare of just how close that shooting was, really hit home with everyone at school. Even the jock table ignored me as I walked toward my class. No one even glanced my way to say some lewd remark or anything.

My first class was art and I really liked the teacher Mr. Mackey, but I liked sitting near the cheerleading team captain Stacy Child. She was a vision of complete perfection; I mean this girl could beat Britney Spears in a beauty contest on her best day.

I expected to continue our art project of drawing an imaginary neighborhood with the use of depth, but instead Mr. Mackey stood at the center of the room. He looked around at everybody before he spoke.

“I take it you have all heard about what happened at Columbus.” He said.

The room was silent and Mr. Mackey took it as a yes.

He turned toward where Stacy and a couple of jocks were sitting. “I want you to think about this for a minute. You might think that the young man who did this was some sick depraved kid or something, but the fact was, he was just another kid. He was someone who got made fun of and picked on and drove to the breaking point by other kids, just like you.” He turned to all of us and raised his arms. “It could happen here. You realize that? Think on that one guy who everybody makes fun of, think about the things you may have said to that individual and how it affects him.”

He put his hands down. “I would like you to think about what could be done to make it up to the one you all think is a loser, because you never know what that ‘loser’ may do tomorrow.”

While it was a good speech I couldn’t help thinking that everyone began to look at me. I mean sure I got made fun of a lot but did they really it think I was capable to do something like this?

Without turning around Mr. Mackey said. “Everyone get your supplies and continue with your projects.”

Once settling I resumed the work I was doing to a Victorian style house that I had place on the edge of my block. It was then that Stacy sat down next to me. I glanced up at her in surprise that she was sitting down next to me.

She caught my eye and smiled sweetly, a smile that warmed me. “Hi, James.”

I blinked and shook my head. “Uh, hi Stacy,” I looked around. “Did you want me to move?”

She put her hand on my shoulder. “No, no nothing like that. I just wanted to see what you thought of what happened.”

I looked at her and felt a bit of anger rise in me. She wanted to see if I was going to go psycho like the guy from Columbus.

“Why do you care about what I have to say all of a sudden?” I asked sharply.

She jumped in her seat slightly. “No reason I just thought I’d ask is all.”

“Yeah, you wanted to see if I was going to go all crazy like that other guy. You know what Stacy? You and your fucking jock asshole friends can go fuck themselves.” I said and took my stuff to another table.

She paused a minute and then came after me. “Hey wait a minute.” She said. “Look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that you know? I just wanted to see if I could make up for being mean to you.”

“I’m well aware of the fact that you’re only doing this because of what Mr. Mackey said. I don’t want you to be sorry I want you all to go to hell and leave me alone. That alright with you?” I asked.

Stacy frowned. “I really do to want to make it up to you James. I never realized the effect teasing could have and I want to do what I can to make things better.”

I snorted to myself and said sarcastically. “I think a blowjob would make everything go away.”

Stacy was silent for a second then she put an arm around my back and leaned in real close. I froze as she pressed her lips to my ear and I could feel her warm breath flow over the side of my face.

“It’s a deal.” She whispered. Then she pushed away from me and walked back to her table.

My eyes widened and I sat still for a minute. When glanced at her, she had resumed her work like nothing had happened. Did she really say yes?

I didn’t have any other classes with her so as they day went on I figured she was joking and forgot about it. I did the various class assignments and by the end of the day the mood in school while still not normal had certainly elevated from what it had been this morning.

I went directly home after school, and first thing I noticed was a red Mazda sitting in my driveway. My Dad was in the kitchen sorting out a stack of papers and putting them in his briefcase.

He looked up when I walked in. “Hey son! Your friend just got here so I let her in, she’s waiting for you in your room. And let me tell you son, you’ve got yourself a hell of a looker there.”

“Stacy’s here?” I asked puzzled.

“Yeah, get up there and do your thing.” My dad said.

My dad is a dirty bastard sometimes.

I went upstairs to my room and opened the door, and sure enough, there Stacy was, staring at the posters on the wall. She turned to me as I came in and shut the door behind me.

“Why are you here Stacy?” I asked, eying her up and down despite myself. She had somehow changed her clothes and beat me here, which I never would have expected from the beauty queen. She wore a white tank top that cling to her body revealing the fact that she was not wearing a bra. Her large firm tits pressed at the top trying to be released and I imagined my hands squeezing the shit out of them. She wore now a pair of jean cut-off shorts that barely covered her ass. Her long legs were smooth and tan; I wondered how tight she could wrap them around me.

She leaned against the far wall of my room right next to the window. With her left hand she gave the blinds a jerk and they slide smoothly down, dimming the room.

“We made a deal.” She said softly.

“Deal?” I said. “Stacy that was a joke. Look I know you all give me nothing but shit, but you don’t have to make it up to me.”

She stepped toward me. “No one should have to go through the shit that me, the football team, and other cheerleaders put you through. I mean the incident with the honey and feathers, come on, you must have been cleaning that out of your hair for a week.”

I grimaced remembering the eight hours I spent in the tub scrubbing until the damn water was freezing cold.

She came up to me and took my hand. “James, think of this as the payment for all your suffering.”

I looked into those beautiful green eyes that I so often dreamt about and gave in. I nodded and smiled thinly. “Alright.”

She grinned and pushed me toward the end of the bed, where she left me standing. She backed up slowly, smiling at me as she reached my desk, she leaned back on it, making sure to press her chest out toward me.

She ran a hand across her stomach and said. “So what do you want to do to me?”

I swallowed, and my cock grew achingly hard in my pants. “I thought it was just a blowjob?” I said.

“I could do that.” Stacy said. “And more. Come on James, I know you’ve fantasized about me, everyone at school has. I’m giving you a chance to do whatever you’ve always wanted to me. Tell me what your biggest fantasy has been about me.”

I hesitated. “You really want to know?”

She smiled and nodded.

I sighed, “Don’t get mad because it’s a little weird.”

She scoffed. “Just fucking tell me already, would you?”

“Alright here goes.” I took a deep breath. “I always knew I’d never get you under normal circumstances, so what I would always dream of was we’d be at a party and you got a little too drunk, and end up hitting on me. Since I’d never get another shot and it’d be kind of a payback from me I’d take you upstairs and have sex with you.”

She seemed a little disappointed. “That’s it?”

I shook my head. “Even while you’re drunk you’d still be aware enough to tell me not to finish in you.”

She stopped me. “Finish?” She smiled. “Oh you mean cum!”

I nodded. “Yeah. You’d tell me not to, but I’d I was going to, anyway. I’d finally uh, cum inside you and leave you there. Then a few weeks later you’d find out that I got you pregnant, and we have to get married.”

She nodded. “Well unfortunately I can’t help you with the getting pregnant part because I’ve been on birth control since I turned eighteen, but I’ve always liked to roleplay so I think I can reenact some dirty talk for you that will drive you nuts.”

“Really? You’re going to let me have sex with you?” I asked brightly.

She nodded. “Oh yeah; and this time I’m going to make you cum inside my little pussy.”

The thought of that made my cock press into my zipper painfully, as if it understood and was trying to bust out. Stacy came toward me and pressed herself against me. I could feel her firm tits smash against my chest. She grabbed a handful of my hair and kissed me, driving her tongue into my mouth. I was unsure of how to react, but my body seemed to take care of that for me. I grabbed her waist and my tongue pushed hers into her own mouth and further. I could taste her, drink her in, and she moaned forcefully as I did so.

Finally she pulled away breathing deeply. “Oh wow.”

I smiled and pulled her top over her head. She didn’t fight it, and let me remove her top, revealing her toned stomach and large 36C breasts. I gripped one firmly and pulled it into my mouth, sucking and squeezing the soft flesh. Stacy moaned delightfully and ran her hands through my hair, pulling my head to her chest.

My cock was painfully confined and I needed it out, so I let her go and motioned to my crotch with my eyes. Stacy smiled and dropped slowly to her knees. I watched with eager eyes as the girl of my dreams reached up and undid my jeans and peeled them down. I kicked off my shoes and then kicked the jeans away. She rubbed my cock through my underwear for a second, before tugging the them down and off.

My cock sprang forth like a viper unleashed and Stacy gasped as it seemed to reach out for her.

“My god!” She said. “You’ve got an eight inch beast in here!” She exclaimed.

I really didn’t think I was that big, but if she said so, I wasn’t going to argue with her.

She wrapped her hand around my shaft and stroked slowly. “It’s so hard too. Are you made of skin or steel, James?” She laughed and brought her lips to the head of my prick. I felt her tongue snake around my tip and she opened wide to let my prick slide between her lips. Her breath was warm and I felt my cock get slick with her saliva. She bobbed her head up and down; sucking with a passion. I’d only ever had one blowjob before this, from my cousin Jessie, and she was nowhere near as good at ii, as Stacy was. Stacy worked her mouth over my cock like it was a vagina with a tongue. I felt a tightening in my balls as they became ready to shoot their burden into her mouth.

Stacy sensed I was close and she let my cock fall from her mouth, a long string of spit dripped from her chin to my prick. She looked up at me, “You wanted to cum inside me right?” she asked.

I could only nod, not sure if my mouth could form words.

She stood up and unbuttoned her shorts before slipping them off. Her pussy was bare and shaven smooth. I could see her lips and my cock twitched as if it saw them too, and wanted to bury itself into her as much as I did.

“What’s your favorite position?” she asked me, clutching one breast into her hand.

I took a deep breath and swallowed hard. “Doggie.” I said.

Stacy grinned. “Mine too!”

She turned toward my desk and planted her hands firmly on the top of the cold wood. She bent over as far as she could, pressing her ass out toward me, giving me a perfect view of her cunt.

She turned her head to look back at me. She reached around with one hand and spread her labia open so I could clearly see her dripping hole. “My pussy gets wet easily, but you’ve got a pretty big cock so go slow anyway, ok?” She said.

I walked up to her, completely intent on fulfilling my dream. I placed my hand on her ass and lined my cock up to her pussy, pushing lightly. The head of my cock popped in easily, and she gasped loudly. She was very tight though, and I had to work at pushing the rest of my shaft into her tight body. I grabbed her hips and began to slide in and out of her, her moans exciting me.

“Oh fuck me James!” she pleaded. “Your big fucking cock feels so good in my pussy! Oh! Fuck; I can’t wait for you to cum in me! I wanna feel your big cock shooting a big load inside my little pussy. I want to feel your little sperm trying to find my eggs.”

Her words drove me on and on. With each moan, each gasp for breath, I moved faster and harder into her. I looked down to see my cock sliding in and out of her. Her cunt gripped tightly on my cock every time I withdrew, as if trying to hold me in or pull me back. I could feel her juices on my balls and heard the slapping sound I made as I drove into her.

I reached around to grab her tits and she pushed her body up so I could reach easier. I pinched and twisted her nipples as I slammed my cock into her.

“Oh yeah, play with my tits. Squeeze my fucking tits!” She cried.

I felt the return of that tingle in my balls that slowly radiated up my shaft. My cock hardened and swelled, and I knew I was near the point of no return.

“I’m close.” I managed to grunt.

“Oh yes! God, James cum inside me. Make me cum with you, I want to feel you filling me with seed. Get me pregnant, you stud! Pump it all inside me so I can hold it in, I won’t let a single drop spill out.” Stacy screamed.

I grunted and shoved my cock all the way inside her when I exploded. She screamed as my semen erupted from my cock like someone popped a cream-filled balloon inside her. I came for what seemed like forever, my cock constantly twitched and throbbed inside her, oozing more and more seed into her.

Finally it was over and I slumped over her back. She sighed contently and kept her ass pressed to me so she could feel my cock get soft inside her. I backed away, and sat on the floor looking up at her.

Stacy stood and turned to face me. “My god, that was incredible.” She said. She grabbed her shorts and hiked them up. She grabbed her top off the floor and put that on while I just sat there naked and watching her.

“That was so good I want to do that again. What do you say?” She asked me.

I looked up at her. “Uh, sure.”

She got down on her hands and knees and took hold of my cock. She stuffed it into her mouth and licked and sucked all our juices off it, leaving only her spit left. Then she stood up again.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow at school and then maybe we can hook up afterward ok?” She said.

I nodded. “Ok.”

“Great.” She blew me a kiss and left.

We hooked up about twice a week for about a month straight, until one day Stacy came up to me with a gloom look on her face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

She just stared at me.

“Come on; what is it?”

“You’ve got your ultimate wish.” She said simply.

“What do you mean?” I asked; my heart in my throat.

“I’m pregnant.” She said.

I grinned, “Really?”

She nodded, and then a slow smile spread across her lips. “And yes, I will marry you.”

That’s how I got my wife Stacy. We got married right after we graduated and she gave birth to our little boy, in October of that year. That was twelve years ago and we are still together today.

Nobody makes fun of me anymore.

by musicankane for Literotica.

She makes up for a lifetime of teasing.

by musicankane. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I awoke to the unthinkable; Columbus High school had had a fatal shooting. I stood in shock as the news broadcast told the story about a outsider kid who got fed up with being made fun of and went nuts in the schools main courtyard with his Dad’s handgun, killing two and injuring thirteen before he killed himself.

Although this wasn’t the first time something like this happened in the country, but what made it so much of a shock for me was that Columbus High was not five miles from the high school I go to now; Longpark.

As I sat and ate breakfast I thought about how bad it must have been for the shooter. Getting made fun of was nothing new to me. I’m six feet tall and skinny, and I’m not really a vision of popularity. I know what it is like to get constantly harassed by everyone at school.

I found myself thinking about what I’d do in the same situation, and quickly shook the thoughts out of my head. As bad as being made fun of, I knew it would all pass after school was over and done with. Besides why would I want to be friends with the jerks from school? I wouldn’t mind a couple of the cheerleaders though but to hell with it.

At school the mood was definitely somber. The usual chatter of the main courtyard was down to a dull murmur. I think the scare of just how close that shooting was, really hit home with everyone at school. Even the jock table ignored me as I walked toward my class. No one even glanced my way to say some lewd remark or anything.

My first class was art and I really liked the teacher Mr. Mackey, but I liked sitting near the cheerleading team captain Stacy Child. She was a vision of complete perfection; I mean this girl could beat Britney Spears in a beauty contest on her best day.

I expected to continue our art project of drawing an imaginary neighborhood with the use of depth, but instead Mr. Mackey stood at the center of the room. He looked around at everybody before he spoke.

“I take it you have all heard about what happened at Columbus.” He said.

The room was silent and Mr. Mackey took it as a yes.

He turned toward where Stacy and a couple of jocks were sitting. “I want you to think about this for a minute. You might think that the young man who did this was some sick depraved kid or something, but the fact was, he was just another kid. He was someone who got made fun of and picked on and drove to the breaking point by other kids, just like you.” He turned to all of us and raised his arms. “It could happen here. You realize that? Think on that one guy who everybody makes fun of, think about the things you may have said to that individual and how it affects him.”

He put his hands down. “I would like you to think about what could be done to make it up to the one you all think is a loser, because you never know what that ‘loser’ may do tomorrow.”

While it was a good speech I couldn’t help thinking that everyone began to look at me. I mean sure I got made fun of a lot but did they really it think I was capable to do something like this?

Without turning around Mr. Mackey said. “Everyone get your supplies and continue with your projects.”

Once settling I resumed the work I was doing to a Victorian style house that I had place on the edge of my block. It was then that Stacy sat down next to me. I glanced up at her in surprise that she was sitting down next to me.

She caught my eye and smiled sweetly, a smile that warmed me. “Hi, James.”

I blinked and shook my head. “Uh, hi Stacy,” I looked around. “Did you want me to move?”

She put her hand on my shoulder. “No, no nothing like that. I just wanted to see what you thought of what happened.”

I looked at her and felt a bit of anger rise in me. She wanted to see if I was going to go psycho like the guy from Columbus.

“Why do you care about what I have to say all of a sudden?” I asked sharply.

She jumped in her seat slightly. “No reason I just thought I’d ask is all.”

“Yeah, you wanted to see if I was going to go all crazy like that other guy. You know what Stacy? You and your fucking jock asshole friends can go fuck themselves.” I said and took my stuff to another table.

She paused a minute and then came after me. “Hey wait a minute.” She said. “Look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that you know? I just wanted to see if I could make up for being mean to you.”

“I’m well aware of the fact that you’re only doing this because of what Mr. Mackey said. I don’t want you to be sorry I want you all to go to hell and leave me alone. That alright with you?” I asked.

Stacy frowned. “I really do to want to make it up to you James. I never realized the effect teasing could have and I want to do what I can to make things better.”

I snorted to myself and said sarcastically. “I think a blowjob would make everything go away.”

Stacy was silent for a second then she put an arm around my back and leaned in real close. I froze as she pressed her lips to my ear and I could feel her warm breath flow over the side of my face.

“It’s a deal.” She whispered. Then she pushed away from me and walked back to her table.

My eyes widened and I sat still for a minute. When glanced at her, she had resumed her work like nothing had happened. Did she really say yes?

I didn’t have any other classes with her so as they day went on I figured she was joking and forgot about it. I did the various class assignments and by the end of the day the mood in school while still not normal had certainly elevated from what it had been this morning.

I went directly home after school, and first thing I noticed was a red Mazda sitting in my driveway. My Dad was in the kitchen sorting out a stack of papers and putting them in his briefcase.

He looked up when I walked in. “Hey son! Your friend just got here so I let her in, she’s waiting for you in your room. And let me tell you son, you’ve got yourself a hell of a looker there.”

“Stacy’s here?” I asked puzzled.

“Yeah, get up there and do your thing.” My dad said.

My dad is a dirty bastard sometimes.

I went upstairs to my room and opened the door, and sure enough, there Stacy was, staring at the posters on the wall. She turned to me as I came in and shut the door behind me.

“Why are you here Stacy?” I asked, eying her up and down despite myself. She had somehow changed her clothes and beat me here, which I never would have expected from the beauty queen. She wore a white tank top that cling to her body revealing the fact that she was not wearing a bra. Her large firm tits pressed at the top trying to be released and I imagined my hands squeezing the shit out of them. She wore now a pair of jean cut-off shorts that barely covered her ass. Her long legs were smooth and tan; I wondered how tight she could wrap them around me.

She leaned against the far wall of my room right next to the window. With her left hand she gave the blinds a jerk and they slide smoothly down, dimming the room.

“We made a deal.” She said softly.

“Deal?” I said. “Stacy that was a joke. Look I know you all give me nothing but shit, but you don’t have to make it up to me.”

She stepped toward me. “No one should have to go through the shit that me, the football team, and other cheerleaders put you through. I mean the incident with the honey and feathers, come on, you must have been cleaning that out of your hair for a week.”

I grimaced remembering the eight hours I spent in the tub scrubbing until the damn water was freezing cold.

She came up to me and took my hand. “James, think of this as the payment for all your suffering.”

I looked into those beautiful green eyes that I so often dreamt about and gave in. I nodded and smiled thinly. “Alright.”

She grinned and pushed me toward the end of the bed, where she left me standing. She backed up slowly, smiling at me as she reached my desk, she leaned back on it, making sure to press her chest out toward me.

She ran a hand across her stomach and said. “So what do you want to do to me?”

I swallowed, and my cock grew achingly hard in my pants. “I thought it was just a blowjob?” I said.

“I could do that.” Stacy said. “And more. Come on James, I know you’ve fantasized about me, everyone at school has. I’m giving you a chance to do whatever you’ve always wanted to me. Tell me what your biggest fantasy has been about me.”

I hesitated. “You really want to know?”

She smiled and nodded.

I sighed, “Don’t get mad because it’s a little weird.”

She scoffed. “Just fucking tell me already, would you?”

“Alright here goes.” I took a deep breath. “I always knew I’d never get you under normal circumstances, so what I would always dream of was we’d be at a party and you got a little too drunk, and end up hitting on me. Since I’d never get another shot and it’d be kind of a payback from me I’d take you upstairs and have sex with you.”

She seemed a little disappointed. “That’s it?”

I shook my head. “Even while you’re drunk you’d still be aware enough to tell me not to finish in you.”

She stopped me. “Finish?” She smiled. “Oh you mean cum!”

I nodded. “Yeah. You’d tell me not to, but I’d I was going to, anyway. I’d finally uh, cum inside you and leave you there. Then a few weeks later you’d find out that I got you pregnant, and we have to get married.”

She nodded. “Well unfortunately I can’t help you with the getting pregnant part because I’ve been on birth control since I turned eighteen, but I’ve always liked to roleplay so I think I can reenact some dirty talk for you that will drive you nuts.”

“Really? You’re going to let me have sex with you?” I asked brightly.

She nodded. “Oh yeah; and this time I’m going to make you cum inside my little pussy.”

The thought of that made my cock press into my zipper painfully, as if it understood and was trying to bust out. Stacy came toward me and pressed herself against me. I could feel her firm tits smash against my chest. She grabbed a handful of my hair and kissed me, driving her tongue into my mouth. I was unsure of how to react, but my body seemed to take care of that for me. I grabbed her waist and my tongue pushed hers into her own mouth and further. I could taste her, drink her in, and she moaned forcefully as I did so.

Finally she pulled away breathing deeply. “Oh wow.”

I smiled and pulled her top over her head. She didn’t fight it, and let me remove her top, revealing her toned stomach and large 36C breasts. I gripped one firmly and pulled it into my mouth, sucking and squeezing the soft flesh. Stacy moaned delightfully and ran her hands through my hair, pulling my head to her chest.

My cock was painfully confined and I needed it out, so I let her go and motioned to my crotch with my eyes. Stacy smiled and dropped slowly to her knees. I watched with eager eyes as the girl of my dreams reached up and undid my jeans and peeled them down. I kicked off my shoes and then kicked the jeans away. She rubbed my cock through my underwear for a second, before tugging the them down and off.

My cock sprang forth like a viper unleashed and Stacy gasped as it seemed to reach out for her.

“My god!” She said. “You’ve got an eight inch beast in here!” She exclaimed.

I really didn’t think I was that big, but if she said so, I wasn’t going to argue with her.

She wrapped her hand around my shaft and stroked slowly. “It’s so hard too. Are you made of skin or steel, James?” She laughed and brought her lips to the head of my prick. I felt her tongue snake around my tip and she opened wide to let my prick slide between her lips. Her breath was warm and I felt my cock get slick with her saliva. She bobbed her head up and down; sucking with a passion. I’d only ever had one blowjob before this, from my cousin Jessie, and she was nowhere near as good at ii, as Stacy was. Stacy worked her mouth over my cock like it was a vagina with a tongue. I felt a tightening in my balls as they became ready to shoot their burden into her mouth.

Stacy sensed I was close and she let my cock fall from her mouth, a long string of spit dripped from her chin to my prick. She looked up at me, “You wanted to cum inside me right?” she asked.

I could only nod, not sure if my mouth could form words.

She stood up and unbuttoned her shorts before slipping them off. Her pussy was bare and shaven smooth. I could see her lips and my cock twitched as if it saw them too, and wanted to bury itself into her as much as I did.

“What’s your favorite position?” she asked me, clutching one breast into her hand.

I took a deep breath and swallowed hard. “Doggie.” I said.

Stacy grinned. “Mine too!”

She turned toward my desk and planted her hands firmly on the top of the cold wood. She bent over as far as she could, pressing her ass out toward me, giving me a perfect view of her cunt.

She turned her head to look back at me. She reached around with one hand and spread her labia open so I could clearly see her dripping hole. “My pussy gets wet easily, but you’ve got a pretty big cock so go slow anyway, ok?” She said.

I walked up to her, completely intent on fulfilling my dream. I placed my hand on her ass and lined my cock up to her pussy, pushing lightly. The head of my cock popped in easily, and she gasped loudly. She was very tight though, and I had to work at pushing the rest of my shaft into her tight body. I grabbed her hips and began to slide in and out of her, her moans exciting me.

“Oh fuck me James!” she pleaded. “Your big fucking cock feels so good in my pussy! Oh! Fuck; I can’t wait for you to cum in me! I wanna feel your big cock shooting a big load inside my little pussy. I want to feel your little sperm trying to find my eggs.”

Her words drove me on and on. With each moan, each gasp for breath, I moved faster and harder into her. I looked down to see my cock sliding in and out of her. Her cunt gripped tightly on my cock every time I withdrew, as if trying to hold me in or pull me back. I could feel her juices on my balls and heard the slapping sound I made as I drove into her.

I reached around to grab her tits and she pushed her body up so I could reach easier. I pinched and twisted her nipples as I slammed my cock into her.

“Oh yeah, play with my tits. Squeeze my fucking tits!” She cried.

I felt the return of that tingle in my balls that slowly radiated up my shaft. My cock hardened and swelled, and I knew I was near the point of no return.

“I’m close.” I managed to grunt.

“Oh yes! God, James cum inside me. Make me cum with you, I want to feel you filling me with seed. Get me pregnant, you stud! Pump it all inside me so I can hold it in, I won’t let a single drop spill out.” Stacy screamed.

I grunted and shoved my cock all the way inside her when I exploded. She screamed as my semen erupted from my cock like someone popped a cream-filled balloon inside her. I came for what seemed like forever, my cock constantly twitched and throbbed inside her, oozing more and more seed into her.

Finally it was over and I slumped over her back. She sighed contently and kept her ass pressed to me so she could feel my cock get soft inside her. I backed away, and sat on the floor looking up at her.

Stacy stood and turned to face me. “My god, that was incredible.” She said. She grabbed her shorts and hiked them up. She grabbed her top off the floor and put that on while I just sat there naked and watching her.

“That was so good I want to do that again. What do you say?” She asked me.

I looked up at her. “Uh, sure.”

She got down on her hands and knees and took hold of my cock. She stuffed it into her mouth and licked and sucked all our juices off it, leaving only her spit left. Then she stood up again.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow at school and then maybe we can hook up afterward ok?” She said.

I nodded. “Ok.”

“Great.” She blew me a kiss and left.

We hooked up about twice a week for about a month straight, until one day Stacy came up to me with a gloom look on her face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

She just stared at me.

“Come on; what is it?”

“You’ve got your ultimate wish.” She said simply.

“What do you mean?” I asked; my heart in my throat.

“I’m pregnant.” She said.

I grinned, “Really?”

She nodded, and then a slow smile spread across her lips. “And yes, I will marry you.”

That’s how I got my wife Stacy. We got married right after we graduated and she gave birth to our little boy, in October of that year. That was twelve years ago and we are still together today.

Nobody makes fun of me anymore.

by musicankane for Literotica.

She makes up for a lifetime of teasing.

by musicankane. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I awoke to the unthinkable; Columbus High school had had a fatal shooting. I stood in shock as the news broadcast told the story about a outsider kid who got fed up with being made fun of and went nuts in the schools main courtyard with his Dad’s handgun, killing two and injuring thirteen before he killed himself.

Although this wasn’t the first time something like this happened in the country, but what made it so much of a shock for me was that Columbus High was not five miles from the high school I go to now; Longpark.

As I sat and ate breakfast I thought about how bad it must have been for the shooter. Getting made fun of was nothing new to me. I’m six feet tall and skinny, and I’m not really a vision of popularity. I know what it is like to get constantly harassed by everyone at school.

I found myself thinking about what I’d do in the same situation, and quickly shook the thoughts out of my head. As bad as being made fun of, I knew it would all pass after school was over and done with. Besides why would I want to be friends with the jerks from school? I wouldn’t mind a couple of the cheerleaders though but to hell with it.

At school the mood was definitely somber. The usual chatter of the main courtyard was down to a dull murmur. I think the scare of just how close that shooting was, really hit home with everyone at school. Even the jock table ignored me as I walked toward my class. No one even glanced my way to say some lewd remark or anything.

My first class was art and I really liked the teacher Mr. Mackey, but I liked sitting near the cheerleading team captain Stacy Child. She was a vision of complete perfection; I mean this girl could beat Britney Spears in a beauty contest on her best day.

I expected to continue our art project of drawing an imaginary neighborhood with the use of depth, but instead Mr. Mackey stood at the center of the room. He looked around at everybody before he spoke.

“I take it you have all heard about what happened at Columbus.” He said.

The room was silent and Mr. Mackey took it as a yes.

He turned toward where Stacy and a couple of jocks were sitting. “I want you to think about this for a minute. You might think that the young man who did this was some sick depraved kid or something, but the fact was, he was just another kid. He was someone who got made fun of and picked on and drove to the breaking point by other kids, just like you.” He turned to all of us and raised his arms. “It could happen here. You realize that? Think on that one guy who everybody makes fun of, think about the things you may have said to that individual and how it affects him.”

He put his hands down. “I would like you to think about what could be done to make it up to the one you all think is a loser, because you never know what that ‘loser’ may do tomorrow.”

While it was a good speech I couldn’t help thinking that everyone began to look at me. I mean sure I got made fun of a lot but did they really it think I was capable to do something like this?

Without turning around Mr. Mackey said. “Everyone get your supplies and continue with your projects.”

Once settling I resumed the work I was doing to a Victorian style house that I had place on the edge of my block. It was then that Stacy sat down next to me. I glanced up at her in surprise that she was sitting down next to me.

She caught my eye and smiled sweetly, a smile that warmed me. “Hi, James.”

I blinked and shook my head. “Uh, hi Stacy,” I looked around. “Did you want me to move?”

She put her hand on my shoulder. “No, no nothing like that. I just wanted to see what you thought of what happened.”

I looked at her and felt a bit of anger rise in me. She wanted to see if I was going to go psycho like the guy from Columbus.

“Why do you care about what I have to say all of a sudden?” I asked sharply.

She jumped in her seat slightly. “No reason I just thought I’d ask is all.”

“Yeah, you wanted to see if I was going to go all crazy like that other guy. You know what Stacy? You and your fucking jock asshole friends can go fuck themselves.” I said and took my stuff to another table.

She paused a minute and then came after me. “Hey wait a minute.” She said. “Look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that you know? I just wanted to see if I could make up for being mean to you.”

“I’m well aware of the fact that you’re only doing this because of what Mr. Mackey said. I don’t want you to be sorry I want you all to go to hell and leave me alone. That alright with you?” I asked.

Stacy frowned. “I really do to want to make it up to you James. I never realized the effect teasing could have and I want to do what I can to make things better.”

I snorted to myself and said sarcastically. “I think a blowjob would make everything go away.”

Stacy was silent for a second then she put an arm around my back and leaned in real close. I froze as she pressed her lips to my ear and I could feel her warm breath flow over the side of my face.

“It’s a deal.” She whispered. Then she pushed away from me and walked back to her table.

My eyes widened and I sat still for a minute. When glanced at her, she had resumed her work like nothing had happened. Did she really say yes?

I didn’t have any other classes with her so as they day went on I figured she was joking and forgot about it. I did the various class assignments and by the end of the day the mood in school while still not normal had certainly elevated from what it had been this morning.

I went directly home after school, and first thing I noticed was a red Mazda sitting in my driveway. My Dad was in the kitchen sorting out a stack of papers and putting them in his briefcase.

He looked up when I walked in. “Hey son! Your friend just got here so I let her in, she’s waiting for you in your room. And let me tell you son, you’ve got yourself a hell of a looker there.”

“Stacy’s here?” I asked puzzled.

“Yeah, get up there and do your thing.” My dad said.

My dad is a dirty bastard sometimes.

I went upstairs to my room and opened the door, and sure enough, there Stacy was, staring at the posters on the wall. She turned to me as I came in and shut the door behind me.

“Why are you here Stacy?” I asked, eying her up and down despite myself. She had somehow changed her clothes and beat me here, which I never would have expected from the beauty queen. She wore a white tank top that cling to her body revealing the fact that she was not wearing a bra. Her large firm tits pressed at the top trying to be released and I imagined my hands squeezing the shit out of them. She wore now a pair of jean cut-off shorts that barely covered her ass. Her long legs were smooth and tan; I wondered how tight she could wrap them around me.

She leaned against the far wall of my room right next to the window. With her left hand she gave the blinds a jerk and they slide smoothly down, dimming the room.

“We made a deal.” She said softly.

“Deal?” I said. “Stacy that was a joke. Look I know you all give me nothing but shit, but you don’t have to make it up to me.”

She stepped toward me. “No one should have to go through the shit that me, the football team, and other cheerleaders put you through. I mean the incident with the honey and feathers, come on, you must have been cleaning that out of your hair for a week.”

I grimaced remembering the eight hours I spent in the tub scrubbing until the damn water was freezing cold.

She came up to me and took my hand. “James, think of this as the payment for all your suffering.”

I looked into those beautiful green eyes that I so often dreamt about and gave in. I nodded and smiled thinly. “Alright.”

She grinned and pushed me toward the end of the bed, where she left me standing. She backed up slowly, smiling at me as she reached my desk, she leaned back on it, making sure to press her chest out toward me.

She ran a hand across her stomach and said. “So what do you want to do to me?”

I swallowed, and my cock grew achingly hard in my pants. “I thought it was just a blowjob?” I said.

“I could do that.” Stacy said. “And more. Come on James, I know you’ve fantasized about me, everyone at school has. I’m giving you a chance to do whatever you’ve always wanted to me. Tell me what your biggest fantasy has been about me.”

I hesitated. “You really want to know?”

She smiled and nodded.

I sighed, “Don’t get mad because it’s a little weird.”

She scoffed. “Just fucking tell me already, would you?”

“Alright here goes.” I took a deep breath. “I always knew I’d never get you under normal circumstances, so what I would always dream of was we’d be at a party and you got a little too drunk, and end up hitting on me. Since I’d never get another shot and it’d be kind of a payback from me I’d take you upstairs and have sex with you.”

She seemed a little disappointed. “That’s it?”

I shook my head. “Even while you’re drunk you’d still be aware enough to tell me not to finish in you.”

She stopped me. “Finish?” She smiled. “Oh you mean cum!”

I nodded. “Yeah. You’d tell me not to, but I’d I was going to, anyway. I’d finally uh, cum inside you and leave you there. Then a few weeks later you’d find out that I got you pregnant, and we have to get married.”

She nodded. “Well unfortunately I can’t help you with the getting pregnant part because I’ve been on birth control since I turned eighteen, but I’ve always liked to roleplay so I think I can reenact some dirty talk for you that will drive you nuts.”

“Really? You’re going to let me have sex with you?” I asked brightly.

She nodded. “Oh yeah; and this time I’m going to make you cum inside my little pussy.”

The thought of that made my cock press into my zipper painfully, as if it understood and was trying to bust out. Stacy came toward me and pressed herself against me. I could feel her firm tits smash against my chest. She grabbed a handful of my hair and kissed me, driving her tongue into my mouth. I was unsure of how to react, but my body seemed to take care of that for me. I grabbed her waist and my tongue pushed hers into her own mouth and further. I could taste her, drink her in, and she moaned forcefully as I did so.

Finally she pulled away breathing deeply. “Oh wow.”

I smiled and pulled her top over her head. She didn’t fight it, and let me remove her top, revealing her toned stomach and large 36C breasts. I gripped one firmly and pulled it into my mouth, sucking and squeezing the soft flesh. Stacy moaned delightfully and ran her hands through my hair, pulling my head to her chest.

My cock was painfully confined and I needed it out, so I let her go and motioned to my crotch with my eyes. Stacy smiled and dropped slowly to her knees. I watched with eager eyes as the girl of my dreams reached up and undid my jeans and peeled them down. I kicked off my shoes and then kicked the jeans away. She rubbed my cock through my underwear for a second, before tugging the them down and off.

My cock sprang forth like a viper unleashed and Stacy gasped as it seemed to reach out for her.

“My god!” She said. “You’ve got an eight inch beast in here!” She exclaimed.

I really didn’t think I was that big, but if she said so, I wasn’t going to argue with her.

She wrapped her hand around my shaft and stroked slowly. “It’s so hard too. Are you made of skin or steel, James?” She laughed and brought her lips to the head of my prick. I felt her tongue snake around my tip and she opened wide to let my prick slide between her lips. Her breath was warm and I felt my cock get slick with her saliva. She bobbed her head up and down; sucking with a passion. I’d only ever had one blowjob before this, from my cousin Jessie, and she was nowhere near as good at ii, as Stacy was. Stacy worked her mouth over my cock like it was a vagina with a tongue. I felt a tightening in my balls as they became ready to shoot their burden into her mouth.

Stacy sensed I was close and she let my cock fall from her mouth, a long string of spit dripped from her chin to my prick. She looked up at me, “You wanted to cum inside me right?” she asked.

I could only nod, not sure if my mouth could form words.

She stood up and unbuttoned her shorts before slipping them off. Her pussy was bare and shaven smooth. I could see her lips and my cock twitched as if it saw them too, and wanted to bury itself into her as much as I did.

“What’s your favorite position?” she asked me, clutching one breast into her hand.

I took a deep breath and swallowed hard. “Doggie.” I said.

Stacy grinned. “Mine too!”

She turned toward my desk and planted her hands firmly on the top of the cold wood. She bent over as far as she could, pressing her ass out toward me, giving me a perfect view of her cunt.

She turned her head to look back at me. She reached around with one hand and spread her labia open so I could clearly see her dripping hole. “My pussy gets wet easily, but you’ve got a pretty big cock so go slow anyway, ok?” She said.

I walked up to her, completely intent on fulfilling my dream. I placed my hand on her ass and lined my cock up to her pussy, pushing lightly. The head of my cock popped in easily, and she gasped loudly. She was very tight though, and I had to work at pushing the rest of my shaft into her tight body. I grabbed her hips and began to slide in and out of her, her moans exciting me.

“Oh fuck me James!” she pleaded. “Your big fucking cock feels so good in my pussy! Oh! Fuck; I can’t wait for you to cum in me! I wanna feel your big cock shooting a big load inside my little pussy. I want to feel your little sperm trying to find my eggs.”

Her words drove me on and on. With each moan, each gasp for breath, I moved faster and harder into her. I looked down to see my cock sliding in and out of her. Her cunt gripped tightly on my cock every time I withdrew, as if trying to hold me in or pull me back. I could feel her juices on my balls and heard the slapping sound I made as I drove into her.

I reached around to grab her tits and she pushed her body up so I could reach easier. I pinched and twisted her nipples as I slammed my cock into her.

“Oh yeah, play with my tits. Squeeze my fucking tits!” She cried.

I felt the return of that tingle in my balls that slowly radiated up my shaft. My cock hardened and swelled, and I knew I was near the point of no return.

“I’m close.” I managed to grunt.

“Oh yes! God, James cum inside me. Make me cum with you, I want to feel you filling me with seed. Get me pregnant, you stud! Pump it all inside me so I can hold it in, I won’t let a single drop spill out.” Stacy screamed.

I grunted and shoved my cock all the way inside her when I exploded. She screamed as my semen erupted from my cock like someone popped a cream-filled balloon inside her. I came for what seemed like forever, my cock constantly twitched and throbbed inside her, oozing more and more seed into her.

Finally it was over and I slumped over her back. She sighed contently and kept her ass pressed to me so she could feel my cock get soft inside her. I backed away, and sat on the floor looking up at her.

Stacy stood and turned to face me. “My god, that was incredible.” She said. She grabbed her shorts and hiked them up. She grabbed her top off the floor and put that on while I just sat there naked and watching her.

“That was so good I want to do that again. What do you say?” She asked me.

I looked up at her. “Uh, sure.”

She got down on her hands and knees and took hold of my cock. She stuffed it into her mouth and licked and sucked all our juices off it, leaving only her spit left. Then she stood up again.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow at school and then maybe we can hook up afterward ok?” She said.

I nodded. “Ok.”

“Great.” She blew me a kiss and left.

We hooked up about twice a week for about a month straight, until one day Stacy came up to me with a gloom look on her face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

She just stared at me.

“Come on; what is it?”

“You’ve got your ultimate wish.” She said simply.

“What do you mean?” I asked; my heart in my throat.

“I’m pregnant.” She said.

I grinned, “Really?”

She nodded, and then a slow smile spread across her lips. “And yes, I will marry you.”

That’s how I got my wife Stacy. We got married right after we graduated and she gave birth to our little boy, in October of that year. That was twelve years ago and we are still together today.

Nobody makes fun of me anymore.

by musicankane for Literotica.

The first touch of his tongue sent a wave of pleasure right.

by Bumpinguglies - listen to Podcast

She hated staying at her parents place. Unable to think of her as anything but their baby, they always insisted on separate bedrooms for them both. They didn’t want to think of any man being inside their little girl, let alone the possibility of her enjoying it.

Still in the nightie she had worn just for show, but with the panties long gone, she lay in bed, staring at the dark ceiling, listening for the faintest creak of a floor board or the soft sound of a bare foot in the hallway outside her room. Her pussy tingled under the covers in anticipation of him coming to her, sneaking into her room to make love to her. What if he had fallen asleep waiting for her parents to go to bed. She didn’t even want to contemplate that. She needed release and prayed it would be him to give it to her and not her own fingers.

A slight creak outside her door brought her back from her thoughts and she watched as the door to her room slowly opened. Even in the darkness, she could make out his outline, framed in the light of the open doorway. Instantly, her nipples grew hard and her pussy wet between her legs.

She watched his dark shadow move across the room towards her and she almost stopped breathing in anticipation. The scent of his aftershave caught in her nostrils and she watched his clothes drop to the floor. She couldn’t see him clearly but imagined him naked, his cock hard and swollen and wanting her. God she was wet… Come and fuck me! She thought, her whole body aching with desire for him.

An unseen hand pulled back the covers and naked, he slipped in beside her. Almost at once, his mouth was on hers, kissing her passionately, his breathing deep and excited, he wanted her. She felt a hand slip up under her nightie and onto her breast, the touch of his fingers on her hard excited nipple sending waves of excitement down between her legs.

“Im”; she moaned as his lips slipped from hers and slid to her ear and lightly down her neck. As his mouth trailed down to kiss her erect nipples, she felt his hands pulling up her nightie. She raised her bottom and then her arms as he slid it off, a shiver of excitement coursing through her as he pressed his chest to hers, the hairs on his brushing lightly on her throbbing nipples.

Both squeezed into her single bed and knowing her parents were in the next room, oblivious to the fact that their precious little girl was about to be fucked and fucked hard, made it all the more exciting. They were just like teenagers sneaking in a quickie while the parents were downstairs.

She felt him slide down between her legs, parting them with his hands, waiting with agonizing anticipation for the first touch of his tongue on her wet dripping pussy, waiting for him to make it cum

The first touch of his tongue sent a wave of pleasure right through her and she thrust her hips up crushing her aching pussy against his mouth. Her legs wrapped around his head as he licked at her swollen clit and drenched opening. Over and over he massaged her clit with his tongue till she was bucking uncontrollably, her legs squeezing his head between them and biting her hand trying not to cry out.

He broke free of her thighs and slid up on top of her. They kissed and she could taste herself, smell her pussy on his lips, turning her on even more. Reaching down, she traced her long nails over his hard throbbing cock. His balls felt nice and swollen and ready for release. As she pulled his cock, he slapped her between the legs, making those nice wet lips puffy. They both needed to fuck so bad.

Afraid of the bed noise, she threw a pillow on the floor and quickly joined it, pulling him down onto herself.

“God I want you” she whispered in his ear,

No sooner had she uttered the words, her pussy was stretched open painfully as his hard throbbing cock forced its way inside her. She cried out, partly in pain and partly in pleasure as his swollen hard flesh filled her completely.

Digging her feet into the carpet, she pushed her hips up hard, matching his thrusts into her, fucking him hard, wanting every inch of him inside her.

“Fuck me!!” she almost yelled, forgetting where she was, driving her wet cunt up to meet his cock. “Cum in me, cum in me”.

Grabbing her under the knees, he bent her legs back and drove his cock deep inside her… again and again… fucking that drenched pussy, her excitement driving him on.

About to cum, he reefs his swollen cock from her pussy, just in time to watch it squirt thick strands of cum all over her face and tits.

‘If only they could see their little girl now’ she thinks as she scoops up some cum off her cheek and sucks it off her finger.

by  Bumpinguglies for Literotica

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The first touch of his tongue sent a wave of pleasure right.

by Bumpinguglies - listen to Podcast

She hated staying at her parents place. Unable to think of her as anything but their baby, they always insisted on separate bedrooms for them both. They didn’t want to think of any man being inside their little girl, let alone the possibility of her enjoying it.

Still in the nightie she had worn just for show, but with the panties long gone, she lay in bed, staring at the dark ceiling, listening for the faintest creak of a floor board or the soft sound of a bare foot in the hallway outside her room. Her pussy tingled under the covers in anticipation of him coming to her, sneaking into her room to make love to her. What if he had fallen asleep waiting for her parents to go to bed. She didn’t even want to contemplate that. She needed release and prayed it would be him to give it to her and not her own fingers.

A slight creak outside her door brought her back from her thoughts and she watched as the door to her room slowly opened. Even in the darkness, she could make out his outline, framed in the light of the open doorway. Instantly, her nipples grew hard and her pussy wet between her legs.

She watched his dark shadow move across the room towards her and she almost stopped breathing in anticipation. The scent of his aftershave caught in her nostrils and she watched his clothes drop to the floor. She couldn’t see him clearly but imagined him naked, his cock hard and swollen and wanting her. God she was wet… Come and fuck me! She thought, her whole body aching with desire for him.

An unseen hand pulled back the covers and naked, he slipped in beside her. Almost at once, his mouth was on hers, kissing her passionately, his breathing deep and excited, he wanted her. She felt a hand slip up under her nightie and onto her breast, the touch of his fingers on her hard excited nipple sending waves of excitement down between her legs.

“Im”; she moaned as his lips slipped from hers and slid to her ear and lightly down her neck. As his mouth trailed down to kiss her erect nipples, she felt his hands pulling up her nightie. She raised her bottom and then her arms as he slid it off, a shiver of excitement coursing through her as he pressed his chest to hers, the hairs on his brushing lightly on her throbbing nipples.

Both squeezed into her single bed and knowing her parents were in the next room, oblivious to the fact that their precious little girl was about to be fucked and fucked hard, made it all the more exciting. They were just like teenagers sneaking in a quickie while the parents were downstairs.

She felt him slide down between her legs, parting them with his hands, waiting with agonizing anticipation for the first touch of his tongue on her wet dripping pussy, waiting for him to make it cum

The first touch of his tongue sent a wave of pleasure right through her and she thrust her hips up crushing her aching pussy against his mouth. Her legs wrapped around his head as he licked at her swollen clit and drenched opening. Over and over he massaged her clit with his tongue till she was bucking uncontrollably, her legs squeezing his head between them and biting her hand trying not to cry out.

He broke free of her thighs and slid up on top of her. They kissed and she could taste herself, smell her pussy on his lips, turning her on even more. Reaching down, she traced her long nails over his hard throbbing cock. His balls felt nice and swollen and ready for release. As she pulled his cock, he slapped her between the legs, making those nice wet lips puffy. They both needed to fuck so bad.

Afraid of the bed noise, she threw a pillow on the floor and quickly joined it, pulling him down onto herself.

“God I want you” she whispered in his ear,

No sooner had she uttered the words, her pussy was stretched open painfully as his hard throbbing cock forced its way inside her. She cried out, partly in pain and partly in pleasure as his swollen hard flesh filled her completely.

Digging her feet into the carpet, she pushed her hips up hard, matching his thrusts into her, fucking him hard, wanting every inch of him inside her.

“Fuck me!!” she almost yelled, forgetting where she was, driving her wet cunt up to meet his cock. “Cum in me, cum in me”.

Grabbing her under the knees, he bent her legs back and drove his cock deep inside her… again and again… fucking that drenched pussy, her excitement driving him on.

About to cum, he reefs his swollen cock from her pussy, just in time to watch it squirt thick strands of cum all over her face and tits.

‘If only they could see their little girl now’ she thinks as she scoops up some cum off her cheek and sucks it off her finger.

by  Bumpinguglies for Literotica

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The first touch of his tongue sent a wave of pleasure right.

by Bumpinguglies - listen to Podcast

She hated staying at her parents place. Unable to think of her as anything but their baby, they always insisted on separate bedrooms for them both. They didn’t want to think of any man being inside their little girl, let alone the possibility of her enjoying it.

Still in the nightie she had worn just for show, but with the panties long gone, she lay in bed, staring at the dark ceiling, listening for the faintest creak of a floor board or the soft sound of a bare foot in the hallway outside her room. Her pussy tingled under the covers in anticipation of him coming to her, sneaking into her room to make love to her. What if he had fallen asleep waiting for her parents to go to bed. She didn’t even want to contemplate that. She needed release and prayed it would be him to give it to her and not her own fingers.

A slight creak outside her door brought her back from her thoughts and she watched as the door to her room slowly opened. Even in the darkness, she could make out his outline, framed in the light of the open doorway. Instantly, her nipples grew hard and her pussy wet between her legs.

She watched his dark shadow move across the room towards her and she almost stopped breathing in anticipation. The scent of his aftershave caught in her nostrils and she watched his clothes drop to the floor. She couldn’t see him clearly but imagined him naked, his cock hard and swollen and wanting her. God she was wet… Come and fuck me! She thought, her whole body aching with desire for him.

An unseen hand pulled back the covers and naked, he slipped in beside her. Almost at once, his mouth was on hers, kissing her passionately, his breathing deep and excited, he wanted her. She felt a hand slip up under her nightie and onto her breast, the touch of his fingers on her hard excited nipple sending waves of excitement down between her legs.

“Im”; she moaned as his lips slipped from hers and slid to her ear and lightly down her neck. As his mouth trailed down to kiss her erect nipples, she felt his hands pulling up her nightie. She raised her bottom and then her arms as he slid it off, a shiver of excitement coursing through her as he pressed his chest to hers, the hairs on his brushing lightly on her throbbing nipples.

Both squeezed into her single bed and knowing her parents were in the next room, oblivious to the fact that their precious little girl was about to be fucked and fucked hard, made it all the more exciting. They were just like teenagers sneaking in a quickie while the parents were downstairs.

She felt him slide down between her legs, parting them with his hands, waiting with agonizing anticipation for the first touch of his tongue on her wet dripping pussy, waiting for him to make it cum

The first touch of his tongue sent a wave of pleasure right through her and she thrust her hips up crushing her aching pussy against his mouth. Her legs wrapped around his head as he licked at her swollen clit and drenched opening. Over and over he massaged her clit with his tongue till she was bucking uncontrollably, her legs squeezing his head between them and biting her hand trying not to cry out.

He broke free of her thighs and slid up on top of her. They kissed and she could taste herself, smell her pussy on his lips, turning her on even more. Reaching down, she traced her long nails over his hard throbbing cock. His balls felt nice and swollen and ready for release. As she pulled his cock, he slapped her between the legs, making those nice wet lips puffy. They both needed to fuck so bad.

Afraid of the bed noise, she threw a pillow on the floor and quickly joined it, pulling him down onto herself.

“God I want you” she whispered in his ear,

No sooner had she uttered the words, her pussy was stretched open painfully as his hard throbbing cock forced its way inside her. She cried out, partly in pain and partly in pleasure as his swollen hard flesh filled her completely.

Digging her feet into the carpet, she pushed her hips up hard, matching his thrusts into her, fucking him hard, wanting every inch of him inside her.

“Fuck me!!” she almost yelled, forgetting where she was, driving her wet cunt up to meet his cock. “Cum in me, cum in me”.

Grabbing her under the knees, he bent her legs back and drove his cock deep inside her… again and again… fucking that drenched pussy, her excitement driving him on.

About to cum, he reefs his swollen cock from her pussy, just in time to watch it squirt thick strands of cum all over her face and tits.

‘If only they could see their little girl now’ she thinks as she scoops up some cum off her cheek and sucks it off her finger.

by  Bumpinguglies for Literotica

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Husband returns early from a trip.

by Lost_in_her - listen to the podcast at Steamy stories

She flopped down on her back onto her bed, and sighed in pent up frustration. She could not deny it, she was So. Fucking. Horny.

Her husband had been away for nearly two weeks and was not due to be back for another two days.

She didn’t masturbate very often - her husband was always up for making her cum whenever she needed it, and this work trip was a rare occurrence.

‘Fuck it’ she thought. ‘I can’t wait!’

She quickly stood and stripped out of her clothes in front of the mirror, pinching her left nipple as she removed her bra. This stiffened it immediately and sent an electric shock directly to her pussy, which she felt was getting wet in anticipation.

She peeled her black lacy panties down over her hips and arse, noticing how moist they were already. Her pussy felt a chill as the cool air of the bedroom hit her wet folds. she ran two fingers across her hole and clit to lube them, and shuddered with need.

Grabbing her favourite vibrator from the top drawer, on her way back to her spot on the bed, she settled back and began to tease her now dripping pussy with her fingers, running two up and down around her outer folds and around the outside of her clit. teasing herself as she loved for her husband to do to her.

Dipping a finger just inside her tight hole, it came out glistening and she finally allowed herself to rub her clit, arching her back and letting out a deep moan.

Quickly grabbing her vibe and turning it on, she concentrated this on her favourite spot just above her clit, not directly on it. Her breathing quickened and deepened, almost beginning to gasp. She was now moaning continually, wishing she was not alone.

She allowed her fingers to tease her hole, as her orgasm built within her. But she could not cum. Reaching a high, and then dying off repeatedly, she let out a whimper of frustration. She really loved to have his cock inside her to squeeze down on when she came.

With her free hand she reached back over to the drawer, trying to control her twitching body as she held the vibrator against her clit. Her free hand clasped what she was looking for, her black rabbit dildo. She liked this, though not as much as the real thing.

Discarding the vibrator to one side, she lubricated the bulbous head of the dildo and slowly slid it inside her tight pussy, not stopping until the rabbit ears pressed into her clit. She switched on the two mechanisms for the rabbit ears and rotating internal shaft.

This was more like it! She screamed out in pleasure as she felt the rotation nudge her g-spot, as the rabbit ears buzzed either side of her clit. Panting and moaning, her orgasm built again quickly, this time not stopping as it crashed over the top.

Moaning in release, she felt her first orgasm of the evening, ripple through her body in waves. It ended as quickly as it started. She switched off the dildo and slid it out of her pussy, feeling empty and only somewhat satisfied. She continued to lay there for a few seconds.

Her pussy was twitching and dripping wet as she lazily played with herself. She thought again, that she liked the dildo but it was just not the same. she needed more. Reaching for her vibrator again, she kept going.

This time she got onto her hands and knees, hanging her feet off the bed, thinking that a different position might help achieve the total release she craved.

—-

He tapped his foot with impatience, as the taxi driver slowly turned the final corner into his street. Pulling up at the end of his drive, he quickly paid and retrieved his luggage from the boot of the car.

The house was quiet. only a couple of lights on as he walked up the drive. Their cat looked up at him in recognition from the living room windowsill, then nonchalantly went back to her personal grooming.

He unlocked the door and put his bags just inside the porch, laying the bunch of flowers he had bought her on top of them. He closed the front door quietly behind him. He was two days early by a lucky twist of fate, and wanted the surprise to have maximum impact. and hoped she would reward him with their usual passionate sex. Oh how he loved to make her cum.

He took off his jacket and slowly made his way through the house. As he got closer to the bedroom, he could hear something. heavy breathing and deep, guttural moans. Unmistakable sounds of sex.

He nervously crept towards the door, hoping his worst fears were not being realized. As he got closer he was pretty sure he could only make out one voice. phew! Then just as quick he thought, ‘maybe she discovered my surprise, and is surprising me right back!’

He silently poked his head around the bedroom door and saw his beautiful, sexy wife with her back arched on the bed, her black rabbit dildo clearly pushing her through the start of an orgasm.

Holy fuck, she’s hot, he thought, and he quickly fished his rock hard cock out of his pants, giving it a couple of strokes, as he watched her orgasm flow over her, as she writhed in pleasure.

Deciding on how he would achieve his ‘maximum impact’ surprise, he stepped back quietly out into the hall, away from the door, and stripped out of his clothes. Peeking back around the door, he saw that she had changed position; she was now on her hands and knees, on the edge of the bed with her face buried in a pillow.

That settles it, he thought. 'She must know I’m back. she knows I love doggy!’

She had switched to her favorite vibrator, the one he had bought her. She was rubbing this around her clit and playing with her tits, using the pillow to muffle her screams. He tugged at his big cock once more, a drop of precum sneaking out of the tip. and coating his head. Now or never…

—-

She pressed the tip of the vibrator back against her clit, twitching violently as it was still sensitive from her recent climax. She powered through, and again felt her orgasm building inside her.

She grabbed a pillow and buried her face into it, then, used her free hand to pinch and play with her nipple, the pillow muffling her moans of pleasure. Still, her release would not come; she needed more. Her pussy twitched with desire to be filled once more.

Time slowed a beat as she felt a presence in the room, and she let out a yelp of surprise as she felt something warm and hard drag up the length of her pussy from clit to dripping hole.

She pulled forward a few inches in shock at the intrusion, and her head shot up from the pillow, looking back and into the eyes of her husband. She instantly relaxed. She had somehow managed to keep the vibrator on her clit the whole time.

“Oh!” She exclaimed in surprise at seeing him here. Then “Oh Yes” all in one word as he grabbed her hips and pulled her arse back towards him, dipping the head of his fat prick into her hot pussy.

“Please,” she whimpered as the vibrator continued to buzz around her clit, and he did nothing more than tease her with the first inch. “I need it so bad”

Not being one to disappoint, he started a slow thrust, pushing through her tight folds until his balls tickled just below her clit, then pulling back a half inch and pushing back in sharply.

She came immediately, exploding from her pussy outwards in waves throughout her whole body, her pussy clamping around his invading cock. No longer masking her noise, she screamed in pleasure.

As she began to come down from her monstrous orgasm, he began to move in earnest, pulling half of his cock out and slamming back in, over and over, the first few thrusts, extending her orgasm by a few seconds each.

She dropped the vibrator and it buzzed comically against the bedsheets. She panted as she concentrated on his wonderful cock, sawing in and out of her well satisfied pussy, using her muscles to squeeze and milk his cock.

Slowing his thrusts and pulling out almost all of the way, he had her feeling empty again for a split second, before sliding back in in slow, long strokes - the way he knew she loved to be fucked. He kept this rhythm up.

To her surprise, she felt the stirrings of a third monster orgasm begin to build. They were both breathing heavy and moaning with desire, when she felt his hands leave her hips.

He bent forward, sliding his left arm under her, and wrapping around her shoulder, then lifted her body so he could kiss her neck with his rugged, bearded face.

She arched her back in response, allowing him to penetrate her deeply. From this angle, his cock raked over her g-spot with every thrust.

She was overcome with passion, on the brink of cumming all over his cock again. Then he grabbed the vibrator with his free hand and brought it back into contact with her clit.

For the third time that night, she exploded in orgasm. She couldn’t hold herself up anymore and fell forward, dislodging half of his cock in the process. Registering slight emptiness, her brain took over and she thrust herself back into his body until he was balls deep again, all the while her orgasm continued to rip through her, and made her pussy contract around his cock.

This was enough to push him over the brink, she felt his cock expand within her slightly, and he let out a guttural roar of pleasure. Time slowed again as she felt his cock fire shot after shot of hot cum, as deep as he could within her pussy. His animal thrusts and spurting cock intensified her orgasm, and she almost passed out before collapsing fully forward on the bed and dislodging his cock.

He collapsed into a seated position against the wall, gasping for breath.

Using her hand to stop the cum flowing out, yet still a little seeped around her fingers, she looked back at her husband over her shoulder, now at eye level against the wall.

“Fuck” she gasped. “You came home early!”

“Actually” he replied, grinning like a horny teenager “I think you’ll agree, it was perfect timing”

by Lost_in_her, for Literotica

Husband returns early from a trip.

by Lost_in_her - listen to the podcast at Steamy stories

She flopped down on her back onto her bed, and sighed in pent up frustration. She could not deny it, she was So. Fucking. Horny.

Her husband had been away for nearly two weeks and was not due to be back for another two days.

She didn’t masturbate very often - her husband was always up for making her cum whenever she needed it, and this work trip was a rare occurrence.

‘Fuck it’ she thought. ‘I can’t wait!’

She quickly stood and stripped out of her clothes in front of the mirror, pinching her left nipple as she removed her bra. This stiffened it immediately and sent an electric shock directly to her pussy, which she felt was getting wet in anticipation.

She peeled her black lacy panties down over her hips and arse, noticing how moist they were already. Her pussy felt a chill as the cool air of the bedroom hit her wet folds. she ran two fingers across her hole and clit to lube them, and shuddered with need.

Grabbing her favourite vibrator from the top drawer, on her way back to her spot on the bed, she settled back and began to tease her now dripping pussy with her fingers, running two up and down around her outer folds and around the outside of her clit. teasing herself as she loved for her husband to do to her.

Dipping a finger just inside her tight hole, it came out glistening and she finally allowed herself to rub her clit, arching her back and letting out a deep moan.

Quickly grabbing her vibe and turning it on, she concentrated this on her favourite spot just above her clit, not directly on it. Her breathing quickened and deepened, almost beginning to gasp. She was now moaning continually, wishing she was not alone.

She allowed her fingers to tease her hole, as her orgasm built within her. But she could not cum. Reaching a high, and then dying off repeatedly, she let out a whimper of frustration. She really loved to have his cock inside her to squeeze down on when she came.

With her free hand she reached back over to the drawer, trying to control her twitching body as she held the vibrator against her clit. Her free hand clasped what she was looking for, her black rabbit dildo. She liked this, though not as much as the real thing.

Discarding the vibrator to one side, she lubricated the bulbous head of the dildo and slowly slid it inside her tight pussy, not stopping until the rabbit ears pressed into her clit. She switched on the two mechanisms for the rabbit ears and rotating internal shaft.

This was more like it! She screamed out in pleasure as she felt the rotation nudge her g-spot, as the rabbit ears buzzed either side of her clit. Panting and moaning, her orgasm built again quickly, this time not stopping as it crashed over the top.

Moaning in release, she felt her first orgasm of the evening, ripple through her body in waves. It ended as quickly as it started. She switched off the dildo and slid it out of her pussy, feeling empty and only somewhat satisfied. She continued to lay there for a few seconds.

Her pussy was twitching and dripping wet as she lazily played with herself. She thought again, that she liked the dildo but it was just not the same. she needed more. Reaching for her vibrator again, she kept going.

This time she got onto her hands and knees, hanging her feet off the bed, thinking that a different position might help achieve the total release she craved.

—-

He tapped his foot with impatience, as the taxi driver slowly turned the final corner into his street. Pulling up at the end of his drive, he quickly paid and retrieved his luggage from the boot of the car.

The house was quiet. only a couple of lights on as he walked up the drive. Their cat looked up at him in recognition from the living room windowsill, then nonchalantly went back to her personal grooming.

He unlocked the door and put his bags just inside the porch, laying the bunch of flowers he had bought her on top of them. He closed the front door quietly behind him. He was two days early by a lucky twist of fate, and wanted the surprise to have maximum impact. and hoped she would reward him with their usual passionate sex. Oh how he loved to make her cum.

He took off his jacket and slowly made his way through the house. As he got closer to the bedroom, he could hear something. heavy breathing and deep, guttural moans. Unmistakable sounds of sex.

He nervously crept towards the door, hoping his worst fears were not being realized. As he got closer he was pretty sure he could only make out one voice. phew! Then just as quick he thought, ‘maybe she discovered my surprise, and is surprising me right back!’

He silently poked his head around the bedroom door and saw his beautiful, sexy wife with her back arched on the bed, her black rabbit dildo clearly pushing her through the start of an orgasm.

Holy fuck, she’s hot, he thought, and he quickly fished his rock hard cock out of his pants, giving it a couple of strokes, as he watched her orgasm flow over her, as she writhed in pleasure.

Deciding on how he would achieve his ‘maximum impact’ surprise, he stepped back quietly out into the hall, away from the door, and stripped out of his clothes. Peeking back around the door, he saw that she had changed position; she was now on her hands and knees, on the edge of the bed with her face buried in a pillow.

That settles it, he thought. 'She must know I’m back. she knows I love doggy!’

She had switched to her favorite vibrator, the one he had bought her. She was rubbing this around her clit and playing with her tits, using the pillow to muffle her screams. He tugged at his big cock once more, a drop of precum sneaking out of the tip. and coating his head. Now or never…

—-

She pressed the tip of the vibrator back against her clit, twitching violently as it was still sensitive from her recent climax. She powered through, and again felt her orgasm building inside her.

She grabbed a pillow and buried her face into it, then, used her free hand to pinch and play with her nipple, the pillow muffling her moans of pleasure. Still, her release would not come; she needed more. Her pussy twitched with desire to be filled once more.

Time slowed a beat as she felt a presence in the room, and she let out a yelp of surprise as she felt something warm and hard drag up the length of her pussy from clit to dripping hole.

She pulled forward a few inches in shock at the intrusion, and her head shot up from the pillow, looking back and into the eyes of her husband. She instantly relaxed. She had somehow managed to keep the vibrator on her clit the whole time.

“Oh!” She exclaimed in surprise at seeing him here. Then “Oh Yes” all in one word as he grabbed her hips and pulled her arse back towards him, dipping the head of his fat prick into her hot pussy.

“Please,” she whimpered as the vibrator continued to buzz around her clit, and he did nothing more than tease her with the first inch. “I need it so bad”

Not being one to disappoint, he started a slow thrust, pushing through her tight folds until his balls tickled just below her clit, then pulling back a half inch and pushing back in sharply.

She came immediately, exploding from her pussy outwards in waves throughout her whole body, her pussy clamping around his invading cock. No longer masking her noise, she screamed in pleasure.

As she began to come down from her monstrous orgasm, he began to move in earnest, pulling half of his cock out and slamming back in, over and over, the first few thrusts, extending her orgasm by a few seconds each.

She dropped the vibrator and it buzzed comically against the bedsheets. She panted as she concentrated on his wonderful cock, sawing in and out of her well satisfied pussy, using her muscles to squeeze and milk his cock.

Slowing his thrusts and pulling out almost all of the way, he had her feeling empty again for a split second, before sliding back in in slow, long strokes - the way he knew she loved to be fucked. He kept this rhythm up.

To her surprise, she felt the stirrings of a third monster orgasm begin to build. They were both breathing heavy and moaning with desire, when she felt his hands leave her hips.

He bent forward, sliding his left arm under her, and wrapping around her shoulder, then lifted her body so he could kiss her neck with his rugged, bearded face.

She arched her back in response, allowing him to penetrate her deeply. From this angle, his cock raked over her g-spot with every thrust.

She was overcome with passion, on the brink of cumming all over his cock again. Then he grabbed the vibrator with his free hand and brought it back into contact with her clit.

For the third time that night, she exploded in orgasm. She couldn’t hold herself up anymore and fell forward, dislodging half of his cock in the process. Registering slight emptiness, her brain took over and she thrust herself back into his body until he was balls deep again, all the while her orgasm continued to rip through her, and made her pussy contract around his cock.

This was enough to push him over the brink, she felt his cock expand within her slightly, and he let out a guttural roar of pleasure. Time slowed again as she felt his cock fire shot after shot of hot cum, as deep as he could within her pussy. His animal thrusts and spurting cock intensified her orgasm, and she almost passed out before collapsing fully forward on the bed and dislodging his cock.

He collapsed into a seated position against the wall, gasping for breath.

Using her hand to stop the cum flowing out, yet still a little seeped around her fingers, she looked back at her husband over her shoulder, now at eye level against the wall.

“Fuck” she gasped. “You came home early!”

“Actually” he replied, grinning like a horny teenager “I think you’ll agree, it was perfect timing”

by Lost_in_her, for Literotica

Husband returns early from a trip.

by Lost_in_her - listen to the podcast at Steamy stories

She flopped down on her back onto her bed, and sighed in pent up frustration. She could not deny it, she was So. Fucking. Horny.

Her husband had been away for nearly two weeks and was not due to be back for another two days.

She didn’t masturbate very often - her husband was always up for making her cum whenever she needed it, and this work trip was a rare occurrence.

‘Fuck it’ she thought. ‘I can’t wait!’

She quickly stood and stripped out of her clothes in front of the mirror, pinching her left nipple as she removed her bra. This stiffened it immediately and sent an electric shock directly to her pussy, which she felt was getting wet in anticipation.

She peeled her black lacy panties down over her hips and arse, noticing how moist they were already. Her pussy felt a chill as the cool air of the bedroom hit her wet folds. she ran two fingers across her hole and clit to lube them, and shuddered with need.

Grabbing her favourite vibrator from the top drawer, on her way back to her spot on the bed, she settled back and began to tease her now dripping pussy with her fingers, running two up and down around her outer folds and around the outside of her clit. teasing herself as she loved for her husband to do to her.

Dipping a finger just inside her tight hole, it came out glistening and she finally allowed herself to rub her clit, arching her back and letting out a deep moan.

Quickly grabbing her vibe and turning it on, she concentrated this on her favourite spot just above her clit, not directly on it. Her breathing quickened and deepened, almost beginning to gasp. She was now moaning continually, wishing she was not alone.

She allowed her fingers to tease her hole, as her orgasm built within her. But she could not cum. Reaching a high, and then dying off repeatedly, she let out a whimper of frustration. She really loved to have his cock inside her to squeeze down on when she came.

With her free hand she reached back over to the drawer, trying to control her twitching body as she held the vibrator against her clit. Her free hand clasped what she was looking for, her black rabbit dildo. She liked this, though not as much as the real thing.

Discarding the vibrator to one side, she lubricated the bulbous head of the dildo and slowly slid it inside her tight pussy, not stopping until the rabbit ears pressed into her clit. She switched on the two mechanisms for the rabbit ears and rotating internal shaft.

This was more like it! She screamed out in pleasure as she felt the rotation nudge her g-spot, as the rabbit ears buzzed either side of her clit. Panting and moaning, her orgasm built again quickly, this time not stopping as it crashed over the top.

Moaning in release, she felt her first orgasm of the evening, ripple through her body in waves. It ended as quickly as it started. She switched off the dildo and slid it out of her pussy, feeling empty and only somewhat satisfied. She continued to lay there for a few seconds.

Her pussy was twitching and dripping wet as she lazily played with herself. She thought again, that she liked the dildo but it was just not the same. she needed more. Reaching for her vibrator again, she kept going.

This time she got onto her hands and knees, hanging her feet off the bed, thinking that a different position might help achieve the total release she craved.

—-

He tapped his foot with impatience, as the taxi driver slowly turned the final corner into his street. Pulling up at the end of his drive, he quickly paid and retrieved his luggage from the boot of the car.

The house was quiet. only a couple of lights on as he walked up the drive. Their cat looked up at him in recognition from the living room windowsill, then nonchalantly went back to her personal grooming.

He unlocked the door and put his bags just inside the porch, laying the bunch of flowers he had bought her on top of them. He closed the front door quietly behind him. He was two days early by a lucky twist of fate, and wanted the surprise to have maximum impact. and hoped she would reward him with their usual passionate sex. Oh how he loved to make her cum.

He took off his jacket and slowly made his way through the house. As he got closer to the bedroom, he could hear something. heavy breathing and deep, guttural moans. Unmistakable sounds of sex.

He nervously crept towards the door, hoping his worst fears were not being realized. As he got closer he was pretty sure he could only make out one voice. phew! Then just as quick he thought, ‘maybe she discovered my surprise, and is surprising me right back!’

He silently poked his head around the bedroom door and saw his beautiful, sexy wife with her back arched on the bed, her black rabbit dildo clearly pushing her through the start of an orgasm.

Holy fuck, she’s hot, he thought, and he quickly fished his rock hard cock out of his pants, giving it a couple of strokes, as he watched her orgasm flow over her, as she writhed in pleasure.

Deciding on how he would achieve his ‘maximum impact’ surprise, he stepped back quietly out into the hall, away from the door, and stripped out of his clothes. Peeking back around the door, he saw that she had changed position; she was now on her hands and knees, on the edge of the bed with her face buried in a pillow.

That settles it, he thought. 'She must know I’m back. she knows I love doggy!’

She had switched to her favorite vibrator, the one he had bought her. She was rubbing this around her clit and playing with her tits, using the pillow to muffle her screams. He tugged at his big cock once more, a drop of precum sneaking out of the tip. and coating his head. Now or never…

—-

She pressed the tip of the vibrator back against her clit, twitching violently as it was still sensitive from her recent climax. She powered through, and again felt her orgasm building inside her.

She grabbed a pillow and buried her face into it, then, used her free hand to pinch and play with her nipple, the pillow muffling her moans of pleasure. Still, her release would not come; she needed more. Her pussy twitched with desire to be filled once more.

Time slowed a beat as she felt a presence in the room, and she let out a yelp of surprise as she felt something warm and hard drag up the length of her pussy from clit to dripping hole.

She pulled forward a few inches in shock at the intrusion, and her head shot up from the pillow, looking back and into the eyes of her husband. She instantly relaxed. She had somehow managed to keep the vibrator on her clit the whole time.

“Oh!” She exclaimed in surprise at seeing him here. Then “Oh Yes” all in one word as he grabbed her hips and pulled her arse back towards him, dipping the head of his fat prick into her hot pussy.

“Please,” she whimpered as the vibrator continued to buzz around her clit, and he did nothing more than tease her with the first inch. “I need it so bad”

Not being one to disappoint, he started a slow thrust, pushing through her tight folds until his balls tickled just below her clit, then pulling back a half inch and pushing back in sharply.

She came immediately, exploding from her pussy outwards in waves throughout her whole body, her pussy clamping around his invading cock. No longer masking her noise, she screamed in pleasure.

As she began to come down from her monstrous orgasm, he began to move in earnest, pulling half of his cock out and slamming back in, over and over, the first few thrusts, extending her orgasm by a few seconds each.

She dropped the vibrator and it buzzed comically against the bedsheets. She panted as she concentrated on his wonderful cock, sawing in and out of her well satisfied pussy, using her muscles to squeeze and milk his cock.

Slowing his thrusts and pulling out almost all of the way, he had her feeling empty again for a split second, before sliding back in in slow, long strokes - the way he knew she loved to be fucked. He kept this rhythm up.

To her surprise, she felt the stirrings of a third monster orgasm begin to build. They were both breathing heavy and moaning with desire, when she felt his hands leave her hips.

He bent forward, sliding his left arm under her, and wrapping around her shoulder, then lifted her body so he could kiss her neck with his rugged, bearded face.

She arched her back in response, allowing him to penetrate her deeply. From this angle, his cock raked over her g-spot with every thrust.

She was overcome with passion, on the brink of cumming all over his cock again. Then he grabbed the vibrator with his free hand and brought it back into contact with her clit.

For the third time that night, she exploded in orgasm. She couldn’t hold herself up anymore and fell forward, dislodging half of his cock in the process. Registering slight emptiness, her brain took over and she thrust herself back into his body until he was balls deep again, all the while her orgasm continued to rip through her, and made her pussy contract around his cock.

This was enough to push him over the brink, she felt his cock expand within her slightly, and he let out a guttural roar of pleasure. Time slowed again as she felt his cock fire shot after shot of hot cum, as deep as he could within her pussy. His animal thrusts and spurting cock intensified her orgasm, and she almost passed out before collapsing fully forward on the bed and dislodging his cock.

He collapsed into a seated position against the wall, gasping for breath.

Using her hand to stop the cum flowing out, yet still a little seeped around her fingers, she looked back at her husband over her shoulder, now at eye level against the wall.

“Fuck” she gasped. “You came home early!”

“Actually” he replied, grinning like a horny teenager “I think you’ll agree, it was perfect timing”

by Lost_in_her, for Literotica

A story of my Jason Biggs moment with a sexy nurse.

by Stopokochac. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It was the late 2000s, in my hometown in Northern California. I was 18 and although I had never been intimate with a woman before, I knew my body very well.

My sex drive was high, my hormones were raging, and I always knew my first sexual experience with a woman would play out like that classic scene from “American Pie”.

That particular year, I was having some issue with my bladder, and my doctor suggested I see a specialist who could perform an ultrasound. Never would have I imagined that such a routine medical procedure would end up being my first sexual experience.

There I was laying on the exam table of a dimly lit hospital room. The atmosphere was calm and relaxing. Suddenly, this sexy nurse, well into her mid 40s enters the room. She was tall, with light brown hair and glasses. Her uniform wasn’t doing much to hide her large mature breasts and sexy cleavage. I couldn’t believe my luck. This is usually the sort of thing that only happens in porn flicks. The moment she walked in, my heart skipped a beat, and stomach immediately filled with butterflies. Of course it was a dream come true, but I never expected that things would go as far as they did.

The exam started off pretty normal. She pulled up my shirt and began to ultrasound my stomach. The gel she put on the device had a warm, slimy texture that had a strange but pleasant sensation. She did an ultrasound on my stomach for maybe a minute or two, then suddenly out of the blue she stops and says to me, “Undo your shorts for me.”

I must admit, her remark caught me a little off guard. It wasn’t the first time a medical professional had told me to unbutton my shorts, but the wording she used and the way she said it, immediately turned me on. My heart skipped a beat, as I felt my dick suddenly get a little bigger.

I unbuttoned my shorts as she requested, but deliberately left the fly up. I must admit, the chances of her undoing my fly herself seemed extremely slim, yet there was a large part of me that was hoping. Low and behold, without uttering another word, she reaches down and with the tips of her long, unpainted, but well manicured fingers, begins to unzip my shorts, popping my fly wide open. Mind you, she wasn’t wearing any gloves during any of this. In less than a second, my dick went from calm, to the hardest it’s ever been. At this point, she still had no idea her medical exam was turning me on, and I was able to reach through my pocket and readjust my 6 inch boner.

She slid the device into the band of my boxers. The sensation of the warm gel felt even more pleasant on my hairy pubic mound, and with every movement of the device, my heart skipped a beat and my stomach filled with butterflies. I could feel myself getting harder and harder, and the tension starting to build, as her sexy bare hand slid further and further down my boxers, the device inching closer and closer to my virgin dick. I knew a millimeter further, and I wouldn’t be able to control myself.

Suddenly, I felt it. That warm tingling feeling I had experienced so many times, and I knew there was no stopping it. With the inevitable about to happened, I did the only thing I could. I reached through my short’s pocket and squeezed my foreskin as tight as I could, in a last ditch effort to stop my virgin cum from exploding all over her unprotected hand. I saw her glancing back and forth at the monitor, and the only thing going through my mind was whether she knew. She removed the device from my shorts, handed me some tissues and sent me to the bathroom. It was at that point I knew she knew.

I attempted to clean myself off as best as I could, but there’s only so much you can do with tissue paper. She gave me my prognosis and sent me on my way, giving no mention of the awkward incident that had just occurred. If that wasn’t embarrassing enough already, my mom was in the examination room with me. The plan was to take me out to breakfast, then straight back to high school. I ended up having to walk around with jizzed shorts for the rest of the day, because I wasn’t about to tell my mom I need to go home and change, because the hot nurse made me cum. But what a story I had to tell my friends that day. The story of my first sexual experience with a real woman, albeit unintentional. The kind of experience other teenagers only dream about.

To this day, I still get the occasional jealous guy, who refuses to believe that such an incident actually happened to me. I can only imagine what was going through that nurse’s head the moment she realized what she had done. I can safely assume, she probably never again performed that procedure without gloves. Whether her actions were intentional or not, she will always be the woman who took my innocence, and that’s a moment that will stay with me forever.

The End.

by Stopokochac for Literotica.

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A story of my Jason Biggs moment with a sexy nurse.

by Stopokochac. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It was the late 2000s, in my hometown in Northern California. I was 18 and although I had never been intimate with a woman before, I knew my body very well.

My sex drive was high, my hormones were raging, and I always knew my first sexual experience with a woman would play out like that classic scene from “American Pie”.

That particular year, I was having some issue with my bladder, and my doctor suggested I see a specialist who could perform an ultrasound. Never would have I imagined that such a routine medical procedure would end up being my first sexual experience.

There I was laying on the exam table of a dimly lit hospital room. The atmosphere was calm and relaxing. Suddenly, this sexy nurse, well into her mid 40s enters the room. She was tall, with light brown hair and glasses. Her uniform wasn’t doing much to hide her large mature breasts and sexy cleavage. I couldn’t believe my luck. This is usually the sort of thing that only happens in porn flicks. The moment she walked in, my heart skipped a beat, and stomach immediately filled with butterflies. Of course it was a dream come true, but I never expected that things would go as far as they did.

The exam started off pretty normal. She pulled up my shirt and began to ultrasound my stomach. The gel she put on the device had a warm, slimy texture that had a strange but pleasant sensation. She did an ultrasound on my stomach for maybe a minute or two, then suddenly out of the blue she stops and says to me, “Undo your shorts for me.”

I must admit, her remark caught me a little off guard. It wasn’t the first time a medical professional had told me to unbutton my shorts, but the wording she used and the way she said it, immediately turned me on. My heart skipped a beat, as I felt my dick suddenly get a little bigger.

I unbuttoned my shorts as she requested, but deliberately left the fly up. I must admit, the chances of her undoing my fly herself seemed extremely slim, yet there was a large part of me that was hoping. Low and behold, without uttering another word, she reaches down and with the tips of her long, unpainted, but well manicured fingers, begins to unzip my shorts, popping my fly wide open. Mind you, she wasn’t wearing any gloves during any of this. In less than a second, my dick went from calm, to the hardest it’s ever been. At this point, she still had no idea her medical exam was turning me on, and I was able to reach through my pocket and readjust my 6 inch boner.

She slid the device into the band of my boxers. The sensation of the warm gel felt even more pleasant on my hairy pubic mound, and with every movement of the device, my heart skipped a beat and my stomach filled with butterflies. I could feel myself getting harder and harder, and the tension starting to build, as her sexy bare hand slid further and further down my boxers, the device inching closer and closer to my virgin dick. I knew a millimeter further, and I wouldn’t be able to control myself.

Suddenly, I felt it. That warm tingling feeling I had experienced so many times, and I knew there was no stopping it. With the inevitable about to happened, I did the only thing I could. I reached through my short’s pocket and squeezed my foreskin as tight as I could, in a last ditch effort to stop my virgin cum from exploding all over her unprotected hand. I saw her glancing back and forth at the monitor, and the only thing going through my mind was whether she knew. She removed the device from my shorts, handed me some tissues and sent me to the bathroom. It was at that point I knew she knew.

I attempted to clean myself off as best as I could, but there’s only so much you can do with tissue paper. She gave me my prognosis and sent me on my way, giving no mention of the awkward incident that had just occurred. If that wasn’t embarrassing enough already, my mom was in the examination room with me. The plan was to take me out to breakfast, then straight back to high school. I ended up having to walk around with jizzed shorts for the rest of the day, because I wasn’t about to tell my mom I need to go home and change, because the hot nurse made me cum. But what a story I had to tell my friends that day. The story of my first sexual experience with a real woman, albeit unintentional. The kind of experience other teenagers only dream about.

To this day, I still get the occasional jealous guy, who refuses to believe that such an incident actually happened to me. I can only imagine what was going through that nurse’s head the moment she realized what she had done. I can safely assume, she probably never again performed that procedure without gloves. Whether her actions were intentional or not, she will always be the woman who took my innocence, and that’s a moment that will stay with me forever.

The End.

by Stopokochac for Literotica.

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A story of my Jason Biggs moment with a sexy nurse.

by Stopokochac. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It was the late 2000s, in my hometown in Northern California. I was 18 and although I had never been intimate with a woman before, I knew my body very well.

My sex drive was high, my hormones were raging, and I always knew my first sexual experience with a woman would play out like that classic scene from “American Pie”.

That particular year, I was having some issue with my bladder, and my doctor suggested I see a specialist who could perform an ultrasound. Never would have I imagined that such a routine medical procedure would end up being my first sexual experience.

There I was laying on the exam table of a dimly lit hospital room. The atmosphere was calm and relaxing. Suddenly, this sexy nurse, well into her mid 40s enters the room. She was tall, with light brown hair and glasses. Her uniform wasn’t doing much to hide her large mature breasts and sexy cleavage. I couldn’t believe my luck. This is usually the sort of thing that only happens in porn flicks. The moment she walked in, my heart skipped a beat, and stomach immediately filled with butterflies. Of course it was a dream come true, but I never expected that things would go as far as they did.

The exam started off pretty normal. She pulled up my shirt and began to ultrasound my stomach. The gel she put on the device had a warm, slimy texture that had a strange but pleasant sensation. She did an ultrasound on my stomach for maybe a minute or two, then suddenly out of the blue she stops and says to me, “Undo your shorts for me.”

I must admit, her remark caught me a little off guard. It wasn’t the first time a medical professional had told me to unbutton my shorts, but the wording she used and the way she said it, immediately turned me on. My heart skipped a beat, as I felt my dick suddenly get a little bigger.

I unbuttoned my shorts as she requested, but deliberately left the fly up. I must admit, the chances of her undoing my fly herself seemed extremely slim, yet there was a large part of me that was hoping. Low and behold, without uttering another word, she reaches down and with the tips of her long, unpainted, but well manicured fingers, begins to unzip my shorts, popping my fly wide open. Mind you, she wasn’t wearing any gloves during any of this. In less than a second, my dick went from calm, to the hardest it’s ever been. At this point, she still had no idea her medical exam was turning me on, and I was able to reach through my pocket and readjust my 6 inch boner.

She slid the device into the band of my boxers. The sensation of the warm gel felt even more pleasant on my hairy pubic mound, and with every movement of the device, my heart skipped a beat and my stomach filled with butterflies. I could feel myself getting harder and harder, and the tension starting to build, as her sexy bare hand slid further and further down my boxers, the device inching closer and closer to my virgin dick. I knew a millimeter further, and I wouldn’t be able to control myself.

Suddenly, I felt it. That warm tingling feeling I had experienced so many times, and I knew there was no stopping it. With the inevitable about to happened, I did the only thing I could. I reached through my short’s pocket and squeezed my foreskin as tight as I could, in a last ditch effort to stop my virgin cum from exploding all over her unprotected hand. I saw her glancing back and forth at the monitor, and the only thing going through my mind was whether she knew. She removed the device from my shorts, handed me some tissues and sent me to the bathroom. It was at that point I knew she knew.

I attempted to clean myself off as best as I could, but there’s only so much you can do with tissue paper. She gave me my prognosis and sent me on my way, giving no mention of the awkward incident that had just occurred. If that wasn’t embarrassing enough already, my mom was in the examination room with me. The plan was to take me out to breakfast, then straight back to high school. I ended up having to walk around with jizzed shorts for the rest of the day, because I wasn’t about to tell my mom I need to go home and change, because the hot nurse made me cum. But what a story I had to tell my friends that day. The story of my first sexual experience with a real woman, albeit unintentional. The kind of experience other teenagers only dream about.

To this day, I still get the occasional jealous guy, who refuses to believe that such an incident actually happened to me. I can only imagine what was going through that nurse’s head the moment she realized what she had done. I can safely assume, she probably never again performed that procedure without gloves. Whether her actions were intentional or not, she will always be the woman who took my innocence, and that’s a moment that will stay with me forever.

The End.

by Stopokochac for Literotica.

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Best friend offers Her boyfriend to take Katie’s virginity.

By DanDraper. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

KATIE’S STORY

Katie woke up feeling like shit. She laid in bed wondering what the hell she was thinking of drinking as hard as she did last night. It took her a few minutes to realize she was fully naked under her blanket and suddenly remembered the incredibly handsome man she was hanging out with at the bar. She looked over at the other side of her bed. He was not there, nor were there any signs that he was around.

She remembered him taking her home and her having to drag him into the bedroom. She thought long and hard, trying to remember if they had sex or not.

“Oh, I remember now,” she said to herself.

It took a moment, but she suddenly remembered feeling very sick. The guy recognized that she was going to throw up and quickly took her to the bathroom, got her head in the toilet, and she vomited like she had the Spanish flu.

After that, everything was very hazy. She had no idea how she got naked and into her bedroom, or if she had had sex with the man she met. She doesn’t feel like she had sex, but then again, she wouldn’t know how it would feel afterwards. Katie was a virgin, or at least she thinks she still is, depending on what happened to her last night. She was setting out to finally have sex but was hoping to remember the experience as she hadn’t planned on drinking so heavily.

She heard a noise outside of her bedroom, she could tell there was someone in her kitchen. If it was the man she took home last night, he could shed some light on the subject. She found some clothes to quickly put on and left the bedroom. She was incredibly nervous about seeing that man. She hoped she hadn’t fully embarrassed herself in front of him.

As she reached the kitchen, her nervousness went away and was replaced with disappointment. It was not the sexy man she hoped she had sex with, but her best friend Jennifer, making coffee.

“Good morning, sunshine,” said Jennifer.

“Good morning,” Katie replied. “This is going to sound awkward, but did you see someone else around her before?”

“Oh, you mean that super sexy Marine you took home last night?” Jennifer asked. “I have to say, you’ve got good taste.”

Katie sat at the kitchen table, trying to ignore the massive hangover headache she was getting.

“I don’t remember much after I vomited last night. I’m trying to piece together what happened.”

“Let me fill in the gaps for you,” said Jennifer, as she got two cups of coffee ready for the both of them. She handed one to Katie and took the seat next to her. “He took you home because he saw how drunk you were from the way you were all over him despite how much he resisted your advances.”

“He resisted me?” Katie asked. “I thought it was mutual.”

“You were drunk, you thought what you wanted to think,” Jennifer reminded her. “So, after he took you home and you repeatedly tried to get him to fuck you, but he didn’t, he saw you were going to throw up and took you to the bathroom. After you vomited and began crying on the floor.”

“I cried, oh no,” Katie said, looking very embarrassed.

“He then looked through your phone and called me. When I came, he helped me get you washed up and undressed and took you to bed before he left, and I slept next to you all night.”

“Oh God, I feel so stupid,” said Katie as she took a sip of her coffee. “Did the marine leave his number by any chance?”

“Katie, that guy was gay,” Jennifer revealed. “I know because when I arrived, I first accused him of trying to take advantage of you. That’s when he told me he was gay and showed me proof by showing me photos on his phone of him and his boyfriend, some of which had them making out with each other.”

Katie felt like the biggest idiot in the world. She couldn’t believe she spent the whole night hitting on a gay guy.

“That means, it was all for nothing,” Katie began to say. “That means I’m still a ..”

Katie stopped herself before she revealed anything she didn’t want Jennifer to know.

“Yes, you’re still a virgin,” said Jennifer. “The gay marine told me that’s what you were crying about after you vomited.”

“Oh, shit.”

Katie felt incredibly embarrassed. It was a secret she was trying to keep from everyone.

“I can’t believe you never told me you’re still a virgin,” Jennifer snapped at her. “I’m your best friend; these are things you should be telling me.”

“It was embarrassing to be a woman my age and still a virgin. I couldn’t tell you or anybody, let alone you.”

Katie and Jennifer both grew up with religious families and went to the same strict Catholic school where they met and became best friends. Katie was always the more religious of the two, while Jennifer was the more fun one who was more obsessed with boys. Jennifer was the first of their entire group of friends to have sex in their senior year, while the others lost their virginities throughout their senior year.

Katie lied to her friends in order to impress them by saying she had sex with her then-boyfriend after their senior prom at a hotel they got. She had planned to lose her virginity to him, but right before she was going to get undressed for him, her Catholic guilt got the better of her and she began crying, telling him how she couldn’t do it. Her boyfriend did not want to put any pressure on her and told her she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want.

After that, she told him he could tell his friends they slept together because she knew he was also looking forward to it. She felt embarrassed about still being a virgin herself, so she lied to her friends about sleeping with him and how great it was.

Over the years, she made up excuses not to sleep with the men she dated, often because of her religious beliefs. To avoid embarrassment, she lied about the men she had slept with to her friends; never too much to make herself look like a slut, but not too little to make herself look like a prude either. When pressed for details, she kept it vague and said what she thought was right.

She had hoped that she would eventually find the right man, get married, and it would all be over. But she was on the verge of turning 30, and it was getting too frustrating for her. At that point in her life, she didn’t care what her religious beliefs told her about waiting for marriage; she just wanted to get laid.

In the last year, Katie had tried to have sex with the few men she dated, but she was having incredibly bad luck with them; one guy turned out to be married, another also had religious hang-ups about sex, and two others were just straight-up jerks to her. She was close to two other guys, one who had a bad case of premature ejaculation and always shot his cum right before they got to business, and another who couldn’t get it up at all and refused to get Viagra.

She tried to do an online hookup using Tinder and other similar apps, but found that some of them were straight up creepy. She didn’t know how some of her other friends were able to find online hookups without getting stalked by some of those weirdos. One guy she found online seemed like an ordinary guy until she found out he wanted them both to have sex while dressed in fluffy animal costumes; she couldn’t get away from him fast enough.

After getting a little desperate because she was less than a week away from turning 30, she decided to just meet a guy at a bar for a random hookup. She went to a bar that was frequented by military types, hoping to be fucked by a handsome war vet who had just come back from overseas. She heard from her friends how good in bed most of them were and hoped it was true. She only drank to calm her nerves about being there for a hookup, only to find herself drinking too much and not realizing she was hitting on a gay guy the whole time.

Katie confessed everything to Jennifer, who still looked dumbfounded from hearing how her best friend was still a virgin.

“This is unbelievable,” said Jennifer. “Those nuns at Catholic school really did a number on you.”

“I’m surprised I didn’t become one of them,” Katie replied.

Jennifer was surprised that Katie had no luck getting a man to sleep with her. She would’ve figured she could’ve had any man she wanted. Katie was a very attractive woman, with long red hair and a decent figure. Her breasts weren’t huge, but she had seen her naked and could tell she had a good pair on her that most men would love to get their hands on.

“So, you had no sexual experience whatsoever?” Jennifer asked. “Like, other things besides intercourse?”

“What do you mean by that?” Katie asked.

Jennifer motioned with her hand to mimic giving a handjob.

“Oh, yeah, I have given plenty of handjobs,” Katie revealed. “I had to eventually do something to keep some of the men I dated happy. And in the last few years, I learned to give oral sex as well, and let guys finger me.”

“At least you’ve done something. So, I understand why you went to that bar last night, so let me help you with your problem.”

“Help me how?” Katie asked.

“I’m going to help you get laid, of course,” Jennifer replied. “You have three days before you turn 30, and I’m going to hook you up.”

“How are you supposed to do that?”

Jennifer assured her, “Just leave it to me. You were ready to find yourself a random hookup. I can find you that hookup myself.”

“So, you’re just going to get me a guy to help me get laid as if it’s that easy?”

“Do you want to be a virgin in your 30’s?” Jennifer asked.

“No, of course not.”

“Then just leave it to me.”

JENNIFER AND JOSH

Later that day, Jennifer’s boyfriend, Josh, came over to her apartment for dinner and a movie, and, of course, to spend the night with her. The dinner was alright. Jennifer had become a better cook than she was when they first met, especially since he gave her advice on how to improve her cooking skills.

After dinner, Jennifer brought out a cake for dessert. She bought it from a bakery as she had failed in her last few attempts at making one on her own.

“How’s Katie doing after last night?” he asked.

Josh was there when Jennifer got the call. They were about to go to sleep after fooling around when her phone kept going off, and she answered it, thinking it was Katie, when it was some other guy who took her home. As Jennifer explained to him what had happened to Katie, he tried his best not to laugh at her situation, especially the part where she found out the marine that she was hitting on turned out to be gay.

Afterwards, Jennifer told Josh about Katie’s big secret and was floored when he heard it. He knew she was very religious, but never thought she might be a virgin. He knew a lot of religious people growing up, and they never stayed virgins for that long. Even the few religious girls he dated before Jennifer liked to fool around.

“I can now understand why she wanted a bar hookup,” said Josh.

“So, that brings me to what I need to ask you. I want to help her get laid before she turns 30 in a few days, and I thought maybe you know someone among your group of guys who could help her out.”

“You want to set her up with one of my friends for a random hookup?” asked Josh. “How about I hook her up with someone to date? I know a few who are good boyfriend material for her.”

“No, she needs to get laid fast. Dating could take time before sex. I know some people move fast these days when dating, but not always.”

“Ok, I guess I can think of one or two people who could help,” Josh told her.

Josh thought long and hard, thinking about every one of his friends and even considering his brothers and a couple of cousins. For everyone he thought of, he could find a reason why they wouldn’t be a good idea, even for just a hookup. A lot more of his friends are either married or in some other kind of relationship these days. A few others now live too far away and probably won’t travel a few hours just for a hookup, no matter how horny they may be, especially at such short notice. There were one or two guys he knew of who were definitely into random hookups, but they were such jerks, he couldn’t do that to Katie. There were a few others, but they were more of the relationship type of guys, not the random hookup types.

“So, can you think of anybody?” She asked because Josh was taking a long time coming up with a name.

He told her, “No, I can’t think of anybody. Everyone I know has a reason why I can’t suggest them.”

Jennifer felt very disappointed. She was really hoping Josh could come through for her. But after he explained to her all the reasons, he couldn’t suggest any one of them. She had no choice but to agree with them. He apologized for not being able to help, but Jennifer said he didn’t have to because it wasn’t his fault. She told him to forget the subject and they cleaned up the table to be ready for the movie they were going to watch.

They were on an 80’s movie binge over the last month, watching some of the best films of the decade. They didn’t go in any particular order, just randomly choosing whatever film from that era they wanted to watch. Tonight’s film was “The Big Chill” from 1983, about a group of former college friends who spend the weekend together after the funeral of one of their friends. They loved the movie; it was a funny yet heavy-hearted film.

One of the things Jennifer found most interesting about the film was how the character Sarah wanted to help her friend Meg, who wanted to have a baby by getting her husband Harold to sleep with her. It was an incredibly awkward situation for someone to ask their husband to knock up one of their closest friends, but she convinced him to do it and they still remained friends afterwards.

Jennifer was surprised that the character of Sarah came to that kind of decision, but definitely understood; when your friend is in need of something, you would do anything to help them out. She found this relatable to her own situation with her best friend Katie and came to the decision that she should offer up her boyfriend just for one night to help her lose her virginity.

She wasn’t going to ask Josh about this right away after the movie ended, so she decided to wait until the morning to bring it up. When the film was finished, they discussed the film for a while, telling each other what they liked most about it. Afterwards, they went to bed to make love, and he spent the night.

In the morning, Jennifer woke up earlier than Josh to make his favorite breakfast, blueberry pancakes. She knew she wasn’t that good of a cook, but she was a queen at making pancakes. She had gotten a good stack ready for him just as he came into the kitchen.

“Oh, nice,” he said as soon as he saw the pancakes. “What’s the occasion?”

“Just because I like you so much,” she told him.

They gave each other a big kiss and sat down to eat breakfast. Jennifer wanted Josh to be extra happy to make him ready to ask him her big favor.

“What do you think about Katie?” she asked.

He replied, “She’s a great person.”

“Do you think she’s pretty?” she asked.

Josh had to think about that for a moment because it sounded like a trick question; most women don’t ask if their boyfriends think their friends are pretty.

“And before you have to think about it, this is not a trick question. I generally want to know,” she assured him, because she could see he was worried about answering the question honestly.

“Ok, yeah, she’s a pretty girl,” he responded. “It makes me more surprised she’s still a virgin; I would’ve figured a lot more guys would be all over her.”

“Yeah, it’s too bad she couldn’t find the right one to show her how wonderful sex could be.”

“If you want, I could still set her up with the guys I said would be good boyfriend material,” he told her. “She may still have to be a virgin after she turns 30, but she could wait a little longer.”

“I think I know one guy in particular who could help her with her situation,” said Jennifer. “A wonderful man who I know personally is amazing in bed.”

She said that last part as she grabbed his hand and looked deeply into his eyes.

“Where are you going with this?” he asked. He had his suspicions but wanted to hear it from her.

“I think you should be the one to take Katie’s virginity,” she finally revealed.

Josh burst out laughing, assuming Jennifer was making a crazy joke. After he finished laughing, he saw in her face how serious she was.

“Oh shit, you’re serious?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m serious. She knows you, she’s comfortable around you, and I personally know you can show her a good time in bed.”

“What made you think this would be a great idea?”

Jennifer reminded Josh about the move they saw last night and explained the reasons why it would work.

“That was just a movie,” he told her. “No woman in real life would offer up her husband like that, let alone her boyfriend.”

This was not going as smoothly as she hoped it would. She thought Sarah convinced Harold and Meg too easily to sleep with each other, and it did look like the movie never fully showed the conversations she had with them to convince them either. She still had to try nonetheless.

Jennifer continued to say, “I still think it should be you. If not, she may not have that chance for a good long time. Even if you do set her up with one of your friends, who knows what could happen in the long run? She needs this before she turns 30.”

“Is having to do this before she’s 30 really that important?”

“Would you have been OK with being a virgin after 30?” she asked in response.

Josh thought about it for a moment. He lost his virginity just after he turned 18, almost 15 years ago. He was no Casanova, but he did alright over the years with women until he met Jennifer, the best relationship he ever had. He would do anything for her, but he never expected her to ever ask him something like that.

He thought about Katie’s situation as well. Being a virgin at 30 was kind of bad, although not unheard of in these modern times. He thought it was a bad idea, but at the same time, he couldn’t help thinking how Katie nearly got into a bad situation the night before.

“I can’t help thinking how lucky she was to have run into a gay guy who helped her out the other night instead of some creepy dude who would have taken advantage of her and possibly hurt her. She is very naïve when it comes to this stuff, isn’t she?”

“Yes, she is,” Jennifer replied.

“And you’re sure you would be OK with this?” he asked.

“It’s just one night, you would be helping someone out greatly, and our love is strong enough to overcome any kind of awkwardness about it.”

He thought about it some more, needing to be absolutely sure it was definitely a good idea. It may be an easy decision for some men. Some of his friends would’ve said yes right away, not caring about any consequences. But he was a different kind of man. He felt there were lines you shouldn’t cross, and he never cheated on anyone. Technically, he would not be cheating since it was done with Jennifer’s encouragement, but it was still very similar.

“So, is that a yes or not?” she asked demandingly.

“Hey, give me a break. You just sprung this on me like five minutes ago, and it’s still early in the morning.”

She backed off to let him think about it some more, but she was getting anxious for an answer. She watched him eating his pancakes as he continued to figure out all the pros and cons of the situation. She couldn’t blame him. As much as she hoped for a quick yes answer, she knew it was a highly unusual request.

“Ok, I’ll do it,” he finally answered. “Only because I don’t want her in another situation like she was in the other night and at least I can prepare her for what she may experience.”

Jennifer was so excited that she grabbed Josh by the shirt collar and pulled him in for a big, passionate kiss. She let him go, and he had a big smile on his face.

“You’re the best boyfriend,” she told him.

“Just so we can clear the air here, you’re happy that your boyfriend is going to be sleeping with your best friend?”

“Yes, I am aware of that.”

“Whereas most women never want that to happen for very obvious reasons?”

“Yes, I am aware of how weird all of this is, but I assure you that I am very much OK with it,” she assured him.

They continued eating their breakfast and discussing the situation some. The only thing she now had to do was convince her best friend to sleep with her boyfriend.

JENNIFER AND KATIE

“Are you out of your mind?” Katie asked.

“Listen, I know this all sounds a little crazy..”

“Not a little crazy, a lot crazy,” said Katie.

It was later in the day, after Jennifer had her big conversation with Josh. She was sitting with Katie at a booth in their favorite restaurant, where they often met for dinner. Jennifer invited her to dinner to discuss a guy she wanted to hook her up with to help her lose her virginity, and Katie was very excited about it. When she said it was someone that Josh knew, Katie was hoping it was one of his cute friends, but she did not expect it to be her Jennifer’s boyfriend.

“I’ve thought this through; it’s a perfect idea,” said Jennifer. “And Josh is all for it.”

Katie looked very surprised. She didn’t think she had talked to Josh about it already and that he was somehow OK with the situation.

“Seriously? He wants to sleep with me?”

“It took some convincing, because he didn’t say yes right away, obviously. But in the end, he thought it was a great idea.”

“You’re asking me to sleep with your boyfriend,” Katie replied. “What made you think this was a good idea and that I would say yes to it.”

“Have you ever seen the movie The Big Chill’?” Jennifer asked.

“Are you serious? Harold and Meg? That’s what made you think this would work?”

Jennifer was surprised that Katie had already seen the movie, but it did make it easier for her to discuss it with Katie.

“It worked out in the movie. Sarah cared about her friend so much she offered up her husband to get her pregnant, and afterwards, Sarah and Meg were still friends, and it didn’t ruin her relationship with Harold.”

“That was just a movie,” Katie replied. “But you don’t actually see how Sarah convinced Harold and Meg to sleep together, because the writers knew there was no way to make a conversation realistic enough to show how it would be so easily done.”

“Oh, wow, I never thought of it like that.”

Katie continued, “Also, they had artificial insemination back then. Why didn’t Sarah just ask Harold to just be a sperm donor and go to a clinic to get it done?”

“Meg was ovulating during that weekend. It had to be then.”

“They still could’ve waited another month,” Katie replied. “Also, there was no telling if she would get pregnant the first time. If she didn’t, does that mean she’d have to keep coming back to sleep with Harld until she does?”

Jennifer had to think about that whole scenario in that movie. She could now see that there were some plot holes there.

Jennifer continued her argument. “Ok, you’re right about the movie. But I’m still right about this. Josh would be a great person for you to finally experience sex with, and you should do this before you actually turn 30. Being a 30-year-old virgin is not unheard of, but it’s not something anybody wants, and I know you don’t want that, which is why you’ve been trying extra hard this past year to get laid.”

“I can’t believe it’s actually that hard for me to get laid,” said Katie very sorrowfully. “I’m an attractive woman. I should be having more men coming after me and getting me into bed with them.”

“You can question your bad luck with men as much as you want, but you don’t have much time to get this kind of opportunity.”

Katie thought about it long and hard. It was a good offer, and she had always thought Josh was a very sexy man and was often jealous that Jennifer got to have a guy like him. But it was still a very unusual situation; women don’t usually ask their best friends to sleep with their boyfriends, after all.

“Listen, I have to admit, I do like that idea,” Katie finally admitted. “If my situation was different, it would definitely be a hard no.”

“But you do like that idea,” Jennifer said with a grin.

“Yes, but I feel like a bad friend for even considering it, despite how much you’re OK with it. This is not what best friends do to each other, no matter what the situation may be.”

“Listen, I understand,” said Jennifer as she reached out and held Katie’s hand. “But I don’t think you would be a bad friend for saying yes. I love this idea, and I think it would be a wonderful thing.”

Katie had to think about it long and hard, making Jennifer anxious to hear her decision. She wanted to say some more things to Katie to convince her to say yes, but she didn’t want to push her.

“Ok, I’ll do it,” Katie finally answered. “If you and Josh are OK with it, I’ll do it.”

Jennifer almost squealed in excitement. She never thought she would be happy to get her best friend to sleep with her boyfriend.

“Ok, I’ll let him know you’re all aboard and make sure he comes by tomorrow night, so you better be ready for him.”

“What? Tomorrow night?” said Katie very nervously. “Oh my God, I just remembered that tomorrow night is the last night of my twenties. I don’t know if I can be ready in one day.”

Katie was breathing heavily, thinking about the situation and how soon she would finally be having sex.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” Jennifer assured her.

“What if I’m terrible?” Katie asked. “What if Josh doesn’t do a good job?

Jennifer put her hand over her mouth to muffle the laugh she was about to make. It took a few seconds for her to get control of herself.

Jennifer assured her, “Trust me, sweetie, he won’t disappoint you. If he wasn’t that good in bed, I wouldn’t be with him right now, no matter how well we get along in everything else.”

KATIE AND JOSH

Katie spent the majority of the day both getting ready for her big night and panicking about it. As much as she was assured by Jennifer that everything would be alright and she would have a great time, she was still incredibly nervous. Even her old Catholic guilt was starting to come back, telling her she was going to hell for this. But she realized it was all just nerves and that it would go away.

At exactly 7 p.m., there was a knock on the door, right when Jennifer said Josh would arrive. She was impressed with how punctual he was, but she didn’t know that Josh had actually come 15 minutes earlier and was just hanging around the hallway outside Katie’s apartment, getting himself ready for what he was expected to do. As confident as he usually was, he was incredibly nervous; even with Jennifer’s encouragement, it was still an unusual situation. He took those 15 minutes to get himself prepared to meet Katie, telling himself that he was not just helping his girlfriend’s best friend, but someone he thought was a friend also.

Katie answered the door and saw Josh standing there in a suit with no tie. She thought he looked incredibly handsome standing there; he was tall, clean-shaven, and muscular with short black hair.

Josh also thought Katie looked beautiful in her short black dress that showed a small amount of cleavage on top. He still couldn’t believe that this beautiful woman standing before him was still a virgin.

They greeted each other, and she asked him to come in. Josh handed her a bouquet of flowers.

“Oh my God, you didn’t have to do this,” she said gleefully. “Was this Jennifer’s idea?”

“No, it’s all me,” he told her. “I just thought it somehow seemed appropriate.”

Although the flowers were his idea, he didn’t mention that Jennifer helped him pick out his clothes for the occasion.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

She led him to the kitchen to put the flowers in a pitcher she had and filled it with water; the pitcher would work until she found a vase for the flowers.

At the kitchen table, Josh saw that Katie had made them both a fancy dinner. He was impressed with how the food looked and smelled.

“You didn’t have to make us dinner.”

“I felt like I had to,” she replied. “I didn’t feel right with you just coming here and us going straight to the bedroom. It made me feel kind of…”

“Nervous,” he said, trying to finish her sentence.

“Slutty,” she replied. “I know it sounds strange, but I feel slutty just taking you straight to the bedroom.”

“I see,” said Josh. “If it makes you feel better, I don’t think you’re slutty at all.”

“Thank you, it does make me feel better,” she replied. “Also, I thought we could have a nice dinner and have some fun eating and talking before we… you know… get down to business, I guess you can say.”

Before they took their seats, Josh took off his suit jacket and put it on the back of his chair while Katie tried to open a bottle of wine for them. Josh saw she had trouble with the bottle and insisted on opening it himself and pouring it into both of their wine glasses.

He was impressed with the meal she had made. Katie told him it was parmesan risotto with roasted shrimp. He felt like he was in heaven after his first bite; he was surprised that someone who was so close to Jennifer was a better cook than she was. He told Katie how wonderful it was, and she was glad to hear it.

They talked a little while they ate, talking about a variety of things. They were surprised at how much they had in common. They did their best not to talk about Jennifer; they didn’t say it to each other, but they both figured talking about her would kill the mood for what they were going to do later.

“This meal was fantastic,” said Josh as he finished his last bite. “I’m surprised you’re not a chef.”

“If you think that’s good, wait until you taste the dessert I made.”

“Wow, after seeing how good this meal was, I would love to eat whatever you made for dessert,” said Josh.

There was a long pause, and Josh noticed that Katie had something to say.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing is wrong,” she assured him. “I just think we should skip dessert and go straight to the bedroom.”

“Are you sure you want to do this now?” he asked.

“Yes, now is the perfect time,” she replied. “We are having a great time together; I feel very comfortable with you and I don’t want to waste any time.”

She said this with a big smile on her face, and Josh could tell she was very happy and excited. He was glad she felt that way.

“Ok then, let’s do this,” he said, with a big smile of his own.

They took one last sip of their wine and left the kitchen.

She led him to her bedroom; he could tell she didn’t know what to do next, so he took her by the arm and gently took her to the bed where they sat on the edge. He didn’t waste any time as he leaned in and kissed Katie on the lips. They held that kiss there for a moment before Katie pulled away from him.

“I am on the pill, by the way,” she assured him. “We forgot to talk about birth control, so I should let you know so you don’t have to worry about anything.

"Thanks for letting me know. I had a condom ready, but this is better.”

They went back to kissing. It started as a passionate kiss that evolved into a full-on make-out session as their hands began roaming each other’s bodies.

Without thinking about it, Katie began unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off for him. She broke their kiss so she could look at his chest and broad shoulders.

“Oh my,” she said with a big smile.

They began kissing again, and this time she went for his pants; ripping off his belt and going for the zipper. In return, Josh reached around her back and undid the zipper; he pulled down her dress to reveal the sexy black bra she was wearing and soon her matching thong. Katie thought hard about the kind of underwear she should wear and figured she couldn’t go wrong with traditional black lingerie.

They both got very excited and quickly took off the remainder of the clothes and tossed everything around the room. Katie was both shocked and happy to see the size of Josh’s dick. Jennifer had bragged to her about how big it was, but she thought she was exaggerating; she was glad to see that it was all true.

Josh got Katie on her back in the center of her bed. He started kissing her neck and fondling her breasts; she loved it and was getting very wet. Josh then moved down to her breasts, where he spent some time kissing and suckling on her nipples. He thought her breasts felt like two soft pillows and loved how they felt on his face.

He moved back up her body and began kissing her neck again. As he did that, he put his hand between her legs and began to play with her clit. She started to get wet instantly and began taking deep, rapid breaths.

“Oh yes, keep doing that!” she cried out.

He knew she was ready and didn’t want to keep her waiting. He positioned his body right on top of her and guided his dick right to the edge of her pussy and shoved it all in. Josh held it there for a moment to enjoy the feeling of being inside of her. He could see from the look on Katie’s face that she also enjoyed that incredible feeling.

“Oh my God, that feels wonderful,” she whispered into his ear.

He started pumping his dick into her. Slowly at first, to get her used to it, then gradually picked up the speed and pushed into her harder and faster.

“Oh yes, oh yes,” she cried out.

Katie held him close to her body, letting out loud moans every time Josh pushed himself into her body. She begged him to go faster, and he complied as best he could. Her body arched up as she screamed as an orgasm shot through her body.

They turned over, and she was on top of him now. Katie had her hands firmly placed on the headboard when she began riding his dick. She didn’t really know if she was doing a good job of riding him, but she still loved giving it a try and was having so much fun doing it. Josh had his hands on her hips; he was getting very excited about watching this beautiful woman enjoy herself as she rode him.

Josh got her on her back again and pinned her hands by her side as he began fucking her hard again. She was screaming into his ears, begging for more. After a while, he couldn’t hold off much longer and got that feeling in his dick that it would soon be over. He held off for a couple more minutes, wanting to make it last as long as he could. Then, with one last thrust, he shot his load right into her, and she enjoyed feeling that warm liquid filling her body.

Afterwards, he lied down next to her as they both took their time relaxing.

“Thank you, that was amazing,” she told him.

“I’m glad you liked it,” he replied. “I’m glad I got to be the one to do this for you.”

“I have one last request,” she said as she looked deeply into his eyes. “Can you stay the night with me? I just like the idea of the man I finally got to have sex with spending the night with me.”

“Of course, I was thinking the same thing. I didn’t think it was right for me to just have sex with you and leave right away.”

She pulled a blanket over their naked bodies as Josh turned off the lamp next to their bed and they snuggled up against each other. A moment later, she felt something moving along her leg, and it took a moment for her to realize Josh was getting an erection again.

“Seriously? It can come back that fast?” Katie asked.

“Depends on the guy, but yes, it can happen again that fast,” he replied.

Katie reached down into his body and felt Josh’s dick, giving it a soft rub up and down. She was doing her best to impress Josh with her handjob skills, and she could see from his face that he was loving it.

“You know, Jennifer didn’t actually tell me we only had to do it once,” she said. “She only suggested it would be just one night together.”

Josh thought about it for a moment, at least the best he could with the handjob he was receiving.

“That’s what she said to me too,” he told her. “Seems kind of vague to me. For all we know, she meant for us to do it more than once.”

They moved in closer to each other and made love one more time that night before they actually decided to go to sleep.

The next morning, they woke up at the same time, while holding each other.

“Good morning,” said Katie.

“Good morning,” Josh replied. “And happy birthday.”

“Oh right, I’m now 30,” she said with a large smile. “After last night, I feel like I’m 20.”

They kissed each other, and Katie felt his dick growing up against her leg again. She reached down and began jerking him off.

“Seriously? Again?” Josh asked.

Katie didn’t say anything, she just tossed the covers away and moved down his body. After giving him a good handjob, she opened her mouth and started sucking his dick. Jennifer did tell him that Katie had told her that she had some experience keeping some men happy while she stayed a virgin. That included giving oral sex, and he could see how great she was at it.

When she was done, she took his dick out of her mouth and got on his body. She got his dick in her again and started riding him like she did last night, but much better this time. She knew deep down she shouldn’t be fucking her best friend’s boyfriend more than that one time, but she couldn’t help herself.

Josh turned her around to be on top of her and took over, fucking her. He did everything he did with her both times last night and brought her to orgasm a few more times.

After they were done, they again laid down on the bed, holding each other. They both agreed that it should stop right there, as three times was more than enough.

They got out of bed and got dressed. Katie put on jeans and a t-shirt, while Josh, who hadn’t planned on staying overnight originally, only had his suit pants and shirt to put on.

They heard a noise in the kitchen and wondered what was going on out there. Then they smelled coffee and pancakes and had a guess on who it might’ve been. They left the bedroom and went to the kitchen, where they found Jennifer in Katie’s kitchen, having just gotten coffee and pancakes ready for the three of them.

“Good morning, lovebirds,” said Jennifer.

“Good morning, Jennifer,” said Josh.

“Good morning,” said Katie.

Jennier went over to Katie and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“And happy birthday to you, sweetie. Did you have fun?” Jennifer asked.

Katie blushed and smiled at Jennifer. “Yes, I did very much. Best birthday present ever.”

They all went to the kitchen table to sit down for the breakfast Jennifer had made for them.

“I know this looks strange with me coming here like this, but I was afraid after last night that things may feel a little weird between the three of us,” she told them. “So, I thought I’d come over and make us some breakfast to help us overcome any leftover awkwardness between us.”

Josh agreed. “That’s a good idea. I mean, I know we can get over the unusual aspects of this situation, but it’s still good to get it out into the open.”

“Yes, I’m sure we can get past anything,” said Katie. “And also, thank you both so much for last night.”

“It was our pleasure,” said Jennifer as she held Josh’s hand. “And speaking of that, I really need to say something to get it out of my system. I did hear you guys have sex again this morning.”

Josh and Katie gave each other a concerned look.

Jennifer continued, “Thinking about it, I didn’t say how many times you two could have sex, but I did expect it to be only once. I just need to know how many times exactly you two had sex.”

There was an awkward moment at the table before Katie spoke up.

“We had sex three times,” Katie revealed. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

“It’s OK, I’m willing to let it all go. I was the one who encouraged you two to get together after all, so I can’t blame you for going that extra mile,” said Jennifer. “I’m just glad you both had fun.”

“Thank you, you’re a wonderful friend, Jennifer,” said Katie, then turned to Josh. “And you’re a wonderful man.”

“Thank you,” Josh replied, with a blushed face.

“Now tell me, was he as good as I told you he was?” Jennifer asked.

The two women began laughing, and Josh just sat there looking embarrassed.

“Yes, he was,” said Katie, with a big smile. “You would be proud of him.”

They ate their breakfast and changed the subject to a variety of other subjects to talk about. Afterwards, Josh and Jennifer left the apartment. Although it was early in the morning, Jennifer took Josh back to her place to reward him for a job well done.

Later that night, Jennfer took Katie out for her thirtieth birthday with some of their closest friends. They first went to a restaurant to celebrate with a big dinner and a birthday cake. Later, they went to a male strip club to party, where Katie got drunk and found herself making out with one of the male strippers. She wanted to take him back to her place, but Jennifer recognized how drunk she was to make any rational decisions, so she dragged her away and took her back home.

Over the next year, Josh set up Katie with the two friends he had tried to suggest before that could be good boyfriend material for her. Each relationship lasted only a few months before they broke up; they all agreed there was nothing wrong with the other person; it just didn’t work out. From what he heard, she did sleep with both of them, and later, Jennifer revealed to him that Katie became friends-with-benefits with the second one.

The next year, Katie began dating a man who had just moved into her apartment building and turned out to be the love of her life. They became engaged within a year, and they had a quick wedding as Katie found herself happily pregnant with twins.

By DanDraper for Literotica

Best friend offers Her boyfriend to take Katie’s virginity.

By DanDraper. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

KATIE’S STORY

Katie woke up feeling like shit. She laid in bed wondering what the hell she was thinking of drinking as hard as she did last night. It took her a few minutes to realize she was fully naked under her blanket and suddenly remembered the incredibly handsome man she was hanging out with at the bar. She looked over at the other side of her bed. He was not there, nor were there any signs that he was around.

She remembered him taking her home and her having to drag him into the bedroom. She thought long and hard, trying to remember if they had sex or not.

“Oh, I remember now,” she said to herself.

It took a moment, but she suddenly remembered feeling very sick. The guy recognized that she was going to throw up and quickly took her to the bathroom, got her head in the toilet, and she vomited like she had the Spanish flu.

After that, everything was very hazy. She had no idea how she got naked and into her bedroom, or if she had had sex with the man she met. She doesn’t feel like she had sex, but then again, she wouldn’t know how it would feel afterwards. Katie was a virgin, or at least she thinks she still is, depending on what happened to her last night. She was setting out to finally have sex but was hoping to remember the experience as she hadn’t planned on drinking so heavily.

She heard a noise outside of her bedroom, she could tell there was someone in her kitchen. If it was the man she took home last night, he could shed some light on the subject. She found some clothes to quickly put on and left the bedroom. She was incredibly nervous about seeing that man. She hoped she hadn’t fully embarrassed herself in front of him.

As she reached the kitchen, her nervousness went away and was replaced with disappointment. It was not the sexy man she hoped she had sex with, but her best friend Jennifer, making coffee.

“Good morning, sunshine,” said Jennifer.

“Good morning,” Katie replied. “This is going to sound awkward, but did you see someone else around her before?”

“Oh, you mean that super sexy Marine you took home last night?” Jennifer asked. “I have to say, you’ve got good taste.”

Katie sat at the kitchen table, trying to ignore the massive hangover headache she was getting.

“I don’t remember much after I vomited last night. I’m trying to piece together what happened.”

“Let me fill in the gaps for you,” said Jennifer, as she got two cups of coffee ready for the both of them. She handed one to Katie and took the seat next to her. “He took you home because he saw how drunk you were from the way you were all over him despite how much he resisted your advances.”

“He resisted me?” Katie asked. “I thought it was mutual.”

“You were drunk, you thought what you wanted to think,” Jennifer reminded her. “So, after he took you home and you repeatedly tried to get him to fuck you, but he didn’t, he saw you were going to throw up and took you to the bathroom. After you vomited and began crying on the floor.”

“I cried, oh no,” Katie said, looking very embarrassed.

“He then looked through your phone and called me. When I came, he helped me get you washed up and undressed and took you to bed before he left, and I slept next to you all night.”

“Oh God, I feel so stupid,” said Katie as she took a sip of her coffee. “Did the marine leave his number by any chance?”

“Katie, that guy was gay,” Jennifer revealed. “I know because when I arrived, I first accused him of trying to take advantage of you. That’s when he told me he was gay and showed me proof by showing me photos on his phone of him and his boyfriend, some of which had them making out with each other.”

Katie felt like the biggest idiot in the world. She couldn’t believe she spent the whole night hitting on a gay guy.

“That means, it was all for nothing,” Katie began to say. “That means I’m still a ..”

Katie stopped herself before she revealed anything she didn’t want Jennifer to know.

“Yes, you’re still a virgin,” said Jennifer. “The gay marine told me that’s what you were crying about after you vomited.”

“Oh, shit.”

Katie felt incredibly embarrassed. It was a secret she was trying to keep from everyone.

“I can’t believe you never told me you’re still a virgin,” Jennifer snapped at her. “I’m your best friend; these are things you should be telling me.”

“It was embarrassing to be a woman my age and still a virgin. I couldn’t tell you or anybody, let alone you.”

Katie and Jennifer both grew up with religious families and went to the same strict Catholic school where they met and became best friends. Katie was always the more religious of the two, while Jennifer was the more fun one who was more obsessed with boys. Jennifer was the first of their entire group of friends to have sex in their senior year, while the others lost their virginities throughout their senior year.

Katie lied to her friends in order to impress them by saying she had sex with her then-boyfriend after their senior prom at a hotel they got. She had planned to lose her virginity to him, but right before she was going to get undressed for him, her Catholic guilt got the better of her and she began crying, telling him how she couldn’t do it. Her boyfriend did not want to put any pressure on her and told her she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want.

After that, she told him he could tell his friends they slept together because she knew he was also looking forward to it. She felt embarrassed about still being a virgin herself, so she lied to her friends about sleeping with him and how great it was.

Over the years, she made up excuses not to sleep with the men she dated, often because of her religious beliefs. To avoid embarrassment, she lied about the men she had slept with to her friends; never too much to make herself look like a slut, but not too little to make herself look like a prude either. When pressed for details, she kept it vague and said what she thought was right.

She had hoped that she would eventually find the right man, get married, and it would all be over. But she was on the verge of turning 30, and it was getting too frustrating for her. At that point in her life, she didn’t care what her religious beliefs told her about waiting for marriage; she just wanted to get laid.

In the last year, Katie had tried to have sex with the few men she dated, but she was having incredibly bad luck with them; one guy turned out to be married, another also had religious hang-ups about sex, and two others were just straight-up jerks to her. She was close to two other guys, one who had a bad case of premature ejaculation and always shot his cum right before they got to business, and another who couldn’t get it up at all and refused to get Viagra.

She tried to do an online hookup using Tinder and other similar apps, but found that some of them were straight up creepy. She didn’t know how some of her other friends were able to find online hookups without getting stalked by some of those weirdos. One guy she found online seemed like an ordinary guy until she found out he wanted them both to have sex while dressed in fluffy animal costumes; she couldn’t get away from him fast enough.

After getting a little desperate because she was less than a week away from turning 30, she decided to just meet a guy at a bar for a random hookup. She went to a bar that was frequented by military types, hoping to be fucked by a handsome war vet who had just come back from overseas. She heard from her friends how good in bed most of them were and hoped it was true. She only drank to calm her nerves about being there for a hookup, only to find herself drinking too much and not realizing she was hitting on a gay guy the whole time.

Katie confessed everything to Jennifer, who still looked dumbfounded from hearing how her best friend was still a virgin.

“This is unbelievable,” said Jennifer. “Those nuns at Catholic school really did a number on you.”

“I’m surprised I didn’t become one of them,” Katie replied.

Jennifer was surprised that Katie had no luck getting a man to sleep with her. She would’ve figured she could’ve had any man she wanted. Katie was a very attractive woman, with long red hair and a decent figure. Her breasts weren’t huge, but she had seen her naked and could tell she had a good pair on her that most men would love to get their hands on.

“So, you had no sexual experience whatsoever?” Jennifer asked. “Like, other things besides intercourse?”

“What do you mean by that?” Katie asked.

Jennifer motioned with her hand to mimic giving a handjob.

“Oh, yeah, I have given plenty of handjobs,” Katie revealed. “I had to eventually do something to keep some of the men I dated happy. And in the last few years, I learned to give oral sex as well, and let guys finger me.”

“At least you’ve done something. So, I understand why you went to that bar last night, so let me help you with your problem.”

“Help me how?” Katie asked.

“I’m going to help you get laid, of course,” Jennifer replied. “You have three days before you turn 30, and I’m going to hook you up.”

“How are you supposed to do that?”

Jennifer assured her, “Just leave it to me. You were ready to find yourself a random hookup. I can find you that hookup myself.”

“So, you’re just going to get me a guy to help me get laid as if it’s that easy?”

“Do you want to be a virgin in your 30’s?” Jennifer asked.

“No, of course not.”

“Then just leave it to me.”

JENNIFER AND JOSH

Later that day, Jennifer’s boyfriend, Josh, came over to her apartment for dinner and a movie, and, of course, to spend the night with her. The dinner was alright. Jennifer had become a better cook than she was when they first met, especially since he gave her advice on how to improve her cooking skills.

After dinner, Jennifer brought out a cake for dessert. She bought it from a bakery as she had failed in her last few attempts at making one on her own.

“How’s Katie doing after last night?” he asked.

Josh was there when Jennifer got the call. They were about to go to sleep after fooling around when her phone kept going off, and she answered it, thinking it was Katie, when it was some other guy who took her home. As Jennifer explained to him what had happened to Katie, he tried his best not to laugh at her situation, especially the part where she found out the marine that she was hitting on turned out to be gay.

Afterwards, Jennifer told Josh about Katie’s big secret and was floored when he heard it. He knew she was very religious, but never thought she might be a virgin. He knew a lot of religious people growing up, and they never stayed virgins for that long. Even the few religious girls he dated before Jennifer liked to fool around.

“I can now understand why she wanted a bar hookup,” said Josh.

“So, that brings me to what I need to ask you. I want to help her get laid before she turns 30 in a few days, and I thought maybe you know someone among your group of guys who could help her out.”

“You want to set her up with one of my friends for a random hookup?” asked Josh. “How about I hook her up with someone to date? I know a few who are good boyfriend material for her.”

“No, she needs to get laid fast. Dating could take time before sex. I know some people move fast these days when dating, but not always.”

“Ok, I guess I can think of one or two people who could help,” Josh told her.

Josh thought long and hard, thinking about every one of his friends and even considering his brothers and a couple of cousins. For everyone he thought of, he could find a reason why they wouldn’t be a good idea, even for just a hookup. A lot more of his friends are either married or in some other kind of relationship these days. A few others now live too far away and probably won’t travel a few hours just for a hookup, no matter how horny they may be, especially at such short notice. There were one or two guys he knew of who were definitely into random hookups, but they were such jerks, he couldn’t do that to Katie. There were a few others, but they were more of the relationship type of guys, not the random hookup types.

“So, can you think of anybody?” She asked because Josh was taking a long time coming up with a name.

He told her, “No, I can’t think of anybody. Everyone I know has a reason why I can’t suggest them.”

Jennifer felt very disappointed. She was really hoping Josh could come through for her. But after he explained to her all the reasons, he couldn’t suggest any one of them. She had no choice but to agree with them. He apologized for not being able to help, but Jennifer said he didn’t have to because it wasn’t his fault. She told him to forget the subject and they cleaned up the table to be ready for the movie they were going to watch.

They were on an 80’s movie binge over the last month, watching some of the best films of the decade. They didn’t go in any particular order, just randomly choosing whatever film from that era they wanted to watch. Tonight’s film was “The Big Chill” from 1983, about a group of former college friends who spend the weekend together after the funeral of one of their friends. They loved the movie; it was a funny yet heavy-hearted film.

One of the things Jennifer found most interesting about the film was how the character Sarah wanted to help her friend Meg, who wanted to have a baby by getting her husband Harold to sleep with her. It was an incredibly awkward situation for someone to ask their husband to knock up one of their closest friends, but she convinced him to do it and they still remained friends afterwards.

Jennifer was surprised that the character of Sarah came to that kind of decision, but definitely understood; when your friend is in need of something, you would do anything to help them out. She found this relatable to her own situation with her best friend Katie and came to the decision that she should offer up her boyfriend just for one night to help her lose her virginity.

She wasn’t going to ask Josh about this right away after the movie ended, so she decided to wait until the morning to bring it up. When the film was finished, they discussed the film for a while, telling each other what they liked most about it. Afterwards, they went to bed to make love, and he spent the night.

In the morning, Jennifer woke up earlier than Josh to make his favorite breakfast, blueberry pancakes. She knew she wasn’t that good of a cook, but she was a queen at making pancakes. She had gotten a good stack ready for him just as he came into the kitchen.

“Oh, nice,” he said as soon as he saw the pancakes. “What’s the occasion?”

“Just because I like you so much,” she told him.

They gave each other a big kiss and sat down to eat breakfast. Jennifer wanted Josh to be extra happy to make him ready to ask him her big favor.

“What do you think about Katie?” she asked.

He replied, “She’s a great person.”

“Do you think she’s pretty?” she asked.

Josh had to think about that for a moment because it sounded like a trick question; most women don’t ask if their boyfriends think their friends are pretty.

“And before you have to think about it, this is not a trick question. I generally want to know,” she assured him, because she could see he was worried about answering the question honestly.

“Ok, yeah, she’s a pretty girl,” he responded. “It makes me more surprised she’s still a virgin; I would’ve figured a lot more guys would be all over her.”

“Yeah, it’s too bad she couldn’t find the right one to show her how wonderful sex could be.”

“If you want, I could still set her up with the guys I said would be good boyfriend material,” he told her. “She may still have to be a virgin after she turns 30, but she could wait a little longer.”

“I think I know one guy in particular who could help her with her situation,” said Jennifer. “A wonderful man who I know personally is amazing in bed.”

She said that last part as she grabbed his hand and looked deeply into his eyes.

“Where are you going with this?” he asked. He had his suspicions but wanted to hear it from her.

“I think you should be the one to take Katie’s virginity,” she finally revealed.

Josh burst out laughing, assuming Jennifer was making a crazy joke. After he finished laughing, he saw in her face how serious she was.

“Oh shit, you’re serious?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m serious. She knows you, she’s comfortable around you, and I personally know you can show her a good time in bed.”

“What made you think this would be a great idea?”

Jennifer reminded Josh about the move they saw last night and explained the reasons why it would work.

“That was just a movie,” he told her. “No woman in real life would offer up her husband like that, let alone her boyfriend.”

This was not going as smoothly as she hoped it would. She thought Sarah convinced Harold and Meg too easily to sleep with each other, and it did look like the movie never fully showed the conversations she had with them to convince them either. She still had to try nonetheless.

Jennifer continued to say, “I still think it should be you. If not, she may not have that chance for a good long time. Even if you do set her up with one of your friends, who knows what could happen in the long run? She needs this before she turns 30.”

“Is having to do this before she’s 30 really that important?”

“Would you have been OK with being a virgin after 30?” she asked in response.

Josh thought about it for a moment. He lost his virginity just after he turned 18, almost 15 years ago. He was no Casanova, but he did alright over the years with women until he met Jennifer, the best relationship he ever had. He would do anything for her, but he never expected her to ever ask him something like that.

He thought about Katie’s situation as well. Being a virgin at 30 was kind of bad, although not unheard of in these modern times. He thought it was a bad idea, but at the same time, he couldn’t help thinking how Katie nearly got into a bad situation the night before.

“I can’t help thinking how lucky she was to have run into a gay guy who helped her out the other night instead of some creepy dude who would have taken advantage of her and possibly hurt her. She is very naïve when it comes to this stuff, isn’t she?”

“Yes, she is,” Jennifer replied.

“And you’re sure you would be OK with this?” he asked.

“It’s just one night, you would be helping someone out greatly, and our love is strong enough to overcome any kind of awkwardness about it.”

He thought about it some more, needing to be absolutely sure it was definitely a good idea. It may be an easy decision for some men. Some of his friends would’ve said yes right away, not caring about any consequences. But he was a different kind of man. He felt there were lines you shouldn’t cross, and he never cheated on anyone. Technically, he would not be cheating since it was done with Jennifer’s encouragement, but it was still very similar.

“So, is that a yes or not?” she asked demandingly.

“Hey, give me a break. You just sprung this on me like five minutes ago, and it’s still early in the morning.”

She backed off to let him think about it some more, but she was getting anxious for an answer. She watched him eating his pancakes as he continued to figure out all the pros and cons of the situation. She couldn’t blame him. As much as she hoped for a quick yes answer, she knew it was a highly unusual request.

“Ok, I’ll do it,” he finally answered. “Only because I don’t want her in another situation like she was in the other night and at least I can prepare her for what she may experience.”

Jennifer was so excited that she grabbed Josh by the shirt collar and pulled him in for a big, passionate kiss. She let him go, and he had a big smile on his face.

“You’re the best boyfriend,” she told him.

“Just so we can clear the air here, you’re happy that your boyfriend is going to be sleeping with your best friend?”

“Yes, I am aware of that.”

“Whereas most women never want that to happen for very obvious reasons?”

“Yes, I am aware of how weird all of this is, but I assure you that I am very much OK with it,” she assured him.

They continued eating their breakfast and discussing the situation some. The only thing she now had to do was convince her best friend to sleep with her boyfriend.

JENNIFER AND KATIE

“Are you out of your mind?” Katie asked.

“Listen, I know this all sounds a little crazy..”

“Not a little crazy, a lot crazy,” said Katie.

It was later in the day, after Jennifer had her big conversation with Josh. She was sitting with Katie at a booth in their favorite restaurant, where they often met for dinner. Jennifer invited her to dinner to discuss a guy she wanted to hook her up with to help her lose her virginity, and Katie was very excited about it. When she said it was someone that Josh knew, Katie was hoping it was one of his cute friends, but she did not expect it to be her Jennifer’s boyfriend.

“I’ve thought this through; it’s a perfect idea,” said Jennifer. “And Josh is all for it.”

Katie looked very surprised. She didn’t think she had talked to Josh about it already and that he was somehow OK with the situation.

“Seriously? He wants to sleep with me?”

“It took some convincing, because he didn’t say yes right away, obviously. But in the end, he thought it was a great idea.”

“You’re asking me to sleep with your boyfriend,” Katie replied. “What made you think this was a good idea and that I would say yes to it.”

“Have you ever seen the movie The Big Chill’?” Jennifer asked.

“Are you serious? Harold and Meg? That’s what made you think this would work?”

Jennifer was surprised that Katie had already seen the movie, but it did make it easier for her to discuss it with Katie.

“It worked out in the movie. Sarah cared about her friend so much she offered up her husband to get her pregnant, and afterwards, Sarah and Meg were still friends, and it didn’t ruin her relationship with Harold.”

“That was just a movie,” Katie replied. “But you don’t actually see how Sarah convinced Harold and Meg to sleep together, because the writers knew there was no way to make a conversation realistic enough to show how it would be so easily done.”

“Oh, wow, I never thought of it like that.”

Katie continued, “Also, they had artificial insemination back then. Why didn’t Sarah just ask Harold to just be a sperm donor and go to a clinic to get it done?”

“Meg was ovulating during that weekend. It had to be then.”

“They still could’ve waited another month,” Katie replied. “Also, there was no telling if she would get pregnant the first time. If she didn’t, does that mean she’d have to keep coming back to sleep with Harld until she does?”

Jennifer had to think about that whole scenario in that movie. She could now see that there were some plot holes there.

Jennifer continued her argument. “Ok, you’re right about the movie. But I’m still right about this. Josh would be a great person for you to finally experience sex with, and you should do this before you actually turn 30. Being a 30-year-old virgin is not unheard of, but it’s not something anybody wants, and I know you don’t want that, which is why you’ve been trying extra hard this past year to get laid.”

“I can’t believe it’s actually that hard for me to get laid,” said Katie very sorrowfully. “I’m an attractive woman. I should be having more men coming after me and getting me into bed with them.”

“You can question your bad luck with men as much as you want, but you don’t have much time to get this kind of opportunity.”

Katie thought about it long and hard. It was a good offer, and she had always thought Josh was a very sexy man and was often jealous that Jennifer got to have a guy like him. But it was still a very unusual situation; women don’t usually ask their best friends to sleep with their boyfriends, after all.

“Listen, I have to admit, I do like that idea,” Katie finally admitted. “If my situation was different, it would definitely be a hard no.”

“But you do like that idea,” Jennifer said with a grin.

“Yes, but I feel like a bad friend for even considering it, despite how much you’re OK with it. This is not what best friends do to each other, no matter what the situation may be.”

“Listen, I understand,” said Jennifer as she reached out and held Katie’s hand. “But I don’t think you would be a bad friend for saying yes. I love this idea, and I think it would be a wonderful thing.”

Katie had to think about it long and hard, making Jennifer anxious to hear her decision. She wanted to say some more things to Katie to convince her to say yes, but she didn’t want to push her.

“Ok, I’ll do it,” Katie finally answered. “If you and Josh are OK with it, I’ll do it.”

Jennifer almost squealed in excitement. She never thought she would be happy to get her best friend to sleep with her boyfriend.

“Ok, I’ll let him know you’re all aboard and make sure he comes by tomorrow night, so you better be ready for him.”

“What? Tomorrow night?” said Katie very nervously. “Oh my God, I just remembered that tomorrow night is the last night of my twenties. I don’t know if I can be ready in one day.”

Katie was breathing heavily, thinking about the situation and how soon she would finally be having sex.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” Jennifer assured her.

“What if I’m terrible?” Katie asked. “What if Josh doesn’t do a good job?

Jennifer put her hand over her mouth to muffle the laugh she was about to make. It took a few seconds for her to get control of herself.

Jennifer assured her, “Trust me, sweetie, he won’t disappoint you. If he wasn’t that good in bed, I wouldn’t be with him right now, no matter how well we get along in everything else.”

KATIE AND JOSH

Katie spent the majority of the day both getting ready for her big night and panicking about it. As much as she was assured by Jennifer that everything would be alright and she would have a great time, she was still incredibly nervous. Even her old Catholic guilt was starting to come back, telling her she was going to hell for this. But she realized it was all just nerves and that it would go away.

At exactly 7 p.m., there was a knock on the door, right when Jennifer said Josh would arrive. She was impressed with how punctual he was, but she didn’t know that Josh had actually come 15 minutes earlier and was just hanging around the hallway outside Katie’s apartment, getting himself ready for what he was expected to do. As confident as he usually was, he was incredibly nervous; even with Jennifer’s encouragement, it was still an unusual situation. He took those 15 minutes to get himself prepared to meet Katie, telling himself that he was not just helping his girlfriend’s best friend, but someone he thought was a friend also.

Katie answered the door and saw Josh standing there in a suit with no tie. She thought he looked incredibly handsome standing there; he was tall, clean-shaven, and muscular with short black hair.

Josh also thought Katie looked beautiful in her short black dress that showed a small amount of cleavage on top. He still couldn’t believe that this beautiful woman standing before him was still a virgin.

They greeted each other, and she asked him to come in. Josh handed her a bouquet of flowers.

“Oh my God, you didn’t have to do this,” she said gleefully. “Was this Jennifer’s idea?”

“No, it’s all me,” he told her. “I just thought it somehow seemed appropriate.”

Although the flowers were his idea, he didn’t mention that Jennifer helped him pick out his clothes for the occasion.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

She led him to the kitchen to put the flowers in a pitcher she had and filled it with water; the pitcher would work until she found a vase for the flowers.

At the kitchen table, Josh saw that Katie had made them both a fancy dinner. He was impressed with how the food looked and smelled.

“You didn’t have to make us dinner.”

“I felt like I had to,” she replied. “I didn’t feel right with you just coming here and us going straight to the bedroom. It made me feel kind of…”

“Nervous,” he said, trying to finish her sentence.

“Slutty,” she replied. “I know it sounds strange, but I feel slutty just taking you straight to the bedroom.”

“I see,” said Josh. “If it makes you feel better, I don’t think you’re slutty at all.”

“Thank you, it does make me feel better,” she replied. “Also, I thought we could have a nice dinner and have some fun eating and talking before we… you know… get down to business, I guess you can say.”

Before they took their seats, Josh took off his suit jacket and put it on the back of his chair while Katie tried to open a bottle of wine for them. Josh saw she had trouble with the bottle and insisted on opening it himself and pouring it into both of their wine glasses.

He was impressed with the meal she had made. Katie told him it was parmesan risotto with roasted shrimp. He felt like he was in heaven after his first bite; he was surprised that someone who was so close to Jennifer was a better cook than she was. He told Katie how wonderful it was, and she was glad to hear it.

They talked a little while they ate, talking about a variety of things. They were surprised at how much they had in common. They did their best not to talk about Jennifer; they didn’t say it to each other, but they both figured talking about her would kill the mood for what they were going to do later.

“This meal was fantastic,” said Josh as he finished his last bite. “I’m surprised you’re not a chef.”

“If you think that’s good, wait until you taste the dessert I made.”

“Wow, after seeing how good this meal was, I would love to eat whatever you made for dessert,” said Josh.

There was a long pause, and Josh noticed that Katie had something to say.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing is wrong,” she assured him. “I just think we should skip dessert and go straight to the bedroom.”

“Are you sure you want to do this now?” he asked.

“Yes, now is the perfect time,” she replied. “We are having a great time together; I feel very comfortable with you and I don’t want to waste any time.”

She said this with a big smile on her face, and Josh could tell she was very happy and excited. He was glad she felt that way.

“Ok then, let’s do this,” he said, with a big smile of his own.

They took one last sip of their wine and left the kitchen.

She led him to her bedroom; he could tell she didn’t know what to do next, so he took her by the arm and gently took her to the bed where they sat on the edge. He didn’t waste any time as he leaned in and kissed Katie on the lips. They held that kiss there for a moment before Katie pulled away from him.

“I am on the pill, by the way,” she assured him. “We forgot to talk about birth control, so I should let you know so you don’t have to worry about anything.

"Thanks for letting me know. I had a condom ready, but this is better.”

They went back to kissing. It started as a passionate kiss that evolved into a full-on make-out session as their hands began roaming each other’s bodies.

Without thinking about it, Katie began unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off for him. She broke their kiss so she could look at his chest and broad shoulders.

“Oh my,” she said with a big smile.

They began kissing again, and this time she went for his pants; ripping off his belt and going for the zipper. In return, Josh reached around her back and undid the zipper; he pulled down her dress to reveal the sexy black bra she was wearing and soon her matching thong. Katie thought hard about the kind of underwear she should wear and figured she couldn’t go wrong with traditional black lingerie.

They both got very excited and quickly took off the remainder of the clothes and tossed everything around the room. Katie was both shocked and happy to see the size of Josh’s dick. Jennifer had bragged to her about how big it was, but she thought she was exaggerating; she was glad to see that it was all true.

Josh got Katie on her back in the center of her bed. He started kissing her neck and fondling her breasts; she loved it and was getting very wet. Josh then moved down to her breasts, where he spent some time kissing and suckling on her nipples. He thought her breasts felt like two soft pillows and loved how they felt on his face.

He moved back up her body and began kissing her neck again. As he did that, he put his hand between her legs and began to play with her clit. She started to get wet instantly and began taking deep, rapid breaths.

“Oh yes, keep doing that!” she cried out.

He knew she was ready and didn’t want to keep her waiting. He positioned his body right on top of her and guided his dick right to the edge of her pussy and shoved it all in. Josh held it there for a moment to enjoy the feeling of being inside of her. He could see from the look on Katie’s face that she also enjoyed that incredible feeling.

“Oh my God, that feels wonderful,” she whispered into his ear.

He started pumping his dick into her. Slowly at first, to get her used to it, then gradually picked up the speed and pushed into her harder and faster.

“Oh yes, oh yes,” she cried out.

Katie held him close to her body, letting out loud moans every time Josh pushed himself into her body. She begged him to go faster, and he complied as best he could. Her body arched up as she screamed as an orgasm shot through her body.

They turned over, and she was on top of him now. Katie had her hands firmly placed on the headboard when she began riding his dick. She didn’t really know if she was doing a good job of riding him, but she still loved giving it a try and was having so much fun doing it. Josh had his hands on her hips; he was getting very excited about watching this beautiful woman enjoy herself as she rode him.

Josh got her on her back again and pinned her hands by her side as he began fucking her hard again. She was screaming into his ears, begging for more. After a while, he couldn’t hold off much longer and got that feeling in his dick that it would soon be over. He held off for a couple more minutes, wanting to make it last as long as he could. Then, with one last thrust, he shot his load right into her, and she enjoyed feeling that warm liquid filling her body.

Afterwards, he lied down next to her as they both took their time relaxing.

“Thank you, that was amazing,” she told him.

“I’m glad you liked it,” he replied. “I’m glad I got to be the one to do this for you.”

“I have one last request,” she said as she looked deeply into his eyes. “Can you stay the night with me? I just like the idea of the man I finally got to have sex with spending the night with me.”

“Of course, I was thinking the same thing. I didn’t think it was right for me to just have sex with you and leave right away.”

She pulled a blanket over their naked bodies as Josh turned off the lamp next to their bed and they snuggled up against each other. A moment later, she felt something moving along her leg, and it took a moment for her to realize Josh was getting an erection again.

“Seriously? It can come back that fast?” Katie asked.

“Depends on the guy, but yes, it can happen again that fast,” he replied.

Katie reached down into his body and felt Josh’s dick, giving it a soft rub up and down. She was doing her best to impress Josh with her handjob skills, and she could see from his face that he was loving it.

“You know, Jennifer didn’t actually tell me we only had to do it once,” she said. “She only suggested it would be just one night together.”

Josh thought about it for a moment, at least the best he could with the handjob he was receiving.

“That’s what she said to me too,” he told her. “Seems kind of vague to me. For all we know, she meant for us to do it more than once.”

They moved in closer to each other and made love one more time that night before they actually decided to go to sleep.

The next morning, they woke up at the same time, while holding each other.

“Good morning,” said Katie.

“Good morning,” Josh replied. “And happy birthday.”

“Oh right, I’m now 30,” she said with a large smile. “After last night, I feel like I’m 20.”

They kissed each other, and Katie felt his dick growing up against her leg again. She reached down and began jerking him off.

“Seriously? Again?” Josh asked.

Katie didn’t say anything, she just tossed the covers away and moved down his body. After giving him a good handjob, she opened her mouth and started sucking his dick. Jennifer did tell him that Katie had told her that she had some experience keeping some men happy while she stayed a virgin. That included giving oral sex, and he could see how great she was at it.

When she was done, she took his dick out of her mouth and got on his body. She got his dick in her again and started riding him like she did last night, but much better this time. She knew deep down she shouldn’t be fucking her best friend’s boyfriend more than that one time, but she couldn’t help herself.

Josh turned her around to be on top of her and took over, fucking her. He did everything he did with her both times last night and brought her to orgasm a few more times.

After they were done, they again laid down on the bed, holding each other. They both agreed that it should stop right there, as three times was more than enough.

They got out of bed and got dressed. Katie put on jeans and a t-shirt, while Josh, who hadn’t planned on staying overnight originally, only had his suit pants and shirt to put on.

They heard a noise in the kitchen and wondered what was going on out there. Then they smelled coffee and pancakes and had a guess on who it might’ve been. They left the bedroom and went to the kitchen, where they found Jennifer in Katie’s kitchen, having just gotten coffee and pancakes ready for the three of them.

“Good morning, lovebirds,” said Jennifer.

“Good morning, Jennifer,” said Josh.

“Good morning,” said Katie.

Jennier went over to Katie and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“And happy birthday to you, sweetie. Did you have fun?” Jennifer asked.

Katie blushed and smiled at Jennifer. “Yes, I did very much. Best birthday present ever.”

They all went to the kitchen table to sit down for the breakfast Jennifer had made for them.

“I know this looks strange with me coming here like this, but I was afraid after last night that things may feel a little weird between the three of us,” she told them. “So, I thought I’d come over and make us some breakfast to help us overcome any leftover awkwardness between us.”

Josh agreed. “That’s a good idea. I mean, I know we can get over the unusual aspects of this situation, but it’s still good to get it out into the open.”

“Yes, I’m sure we can get past anything,” said Katie. “And also, thank you both so much for last night.”

“It was our pleasure,” said Jennifer as she held Josh’s hand. “And speaking of that, I really need to say something to get it out of my system. I did hear you guys have sex again this morning.”

Josh and Katie gave each other a concerned look.

Jennifer continued, “Thinking about it, I didn’t say how many times you two could have sex, but I did expect it to be only once. I just need to know how many times exactly you two had sex.”

There was an awkward moment at the table before Katie spoke up.

“We had sex three times,” Katie revealed. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

“It’s OK, I’m willing to let it all go. I was the one who encouraged you two to get together after all, so I can’t blame you for going that extra mile,” said Jennifer. “I’m just glad you both had fun.”

“Thank you, you’re a wonderful friend, Jennifer,” said Katie, then turned to Josh. “And you’re a wonderful man.”

“Thank you,” Josh replied, with a blushed face.

“Now tell me, was he as good as I told you he was?” Jennifer asked.

The two women began laughing, and Josh just sat there looking embarrassed.

“Yes, he was,” said Katie, with a big smile. “You would be proud of him.”

They ate their breakfast and changed the subject to a variety of other subjects to talk about. Afterwards, Josh and Jennifer left the apartment. Although it was early in the morning, Jennifer took Josh back to her place to reward him for a job well done.

Later that night, Jennfer took Katie out for her thirtieth birthday with some of their closest friends. They first went to a restaurant to celebrate with a big dinner and a birthday cake. Later, they went to a male strip club to party, where Katie got drunk and found herself making out with one of the male strippers. She wanted to take him back to her place, but Jennifer recognized how drunk she was to make any rational decisions, so she dragged her away and took her back home.

Over the next year, Josh set up Katie with the two friends he had tried to suggest before that could be good boyfriend material for her. Each relationship lasted only a few months before they broke up; they all agreed there was nothing wrong with the other person; it just didn’t work out. From what he heard, she did sleep with both of them, and later, Jennifer revealed to him that Katie became friends-with-benefits with the second one.

The next year, Katie began dating a man who had just moved into her apartment building and turned out to be the love of her life. They became engaged within a year, and they had a quick wedding as Katie found herself happily pregnant with twins.

By DanDraper for Literotica

Best friend offers Her boyfriend to take Katie’s virginity.

By DanDraper. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

KATIE’S STORY

Katie woke up feeling like shit. She laid in bed wondering what the hell she was thinking of drinking as hard as she did last night. It took her a few minutes to realize she was fully naked under her blanket and suddenly remembered the incredibly handsome man she was hanging out with at the bar. She looked over at the other side of her bed. He was not there, nor were there any signs that he was around.

She remembered him taking her home and her having to drag him into the bedroom. She thought long and hard, trying to remember if they had sex or not.

“Oh, I remember now,” she said to herself.

It took a moment, but she suddenly remembered feeling very sick. The guy recognized that she was going to throw up and quickly took her to the bathroom, got her head in the toilet, and she vomited like she had the Spanish flu.

After that, everything was very hazy. She had no idea how she got naked and into her bedroom, or if she had had sex with the man she met. She doesn’t feel like she had sex, but then again, she wouldn’t know how it would feel afterwards. Katie was a virgin, or at least she thinks she still is, depending on what happened to her last night. She was setting out to finally have sex but was hoping to remember the experience as she hadn’t planned on drinking so heavily.

She heard a noise outside of her bedroom, she could tell there was someone in her kitchen. If it was the man she took home last night, he could shed some light on the subject. She found some clothes to quickly put on and left the bedroom. She was incredibly nervous about seeing that man. She hoped she hadn’t fully embarrassed herself in front of him.

As she reached the kitchen, her nervousness went away and was replaced with disappointment. It was not the sexy man she hoped she had sex with, but her best friend Jennifer, making coffee.

“Good morning, sunshine,” said Jennifer.

“Good morning,” Katie replied. “This is going to sound awkward, but did you see someone else around her before?”

“Oh, you mean that super sexy Marine you took home last night?” Jennifer asked. “I have to say, you’ve got good taste.”

Katie sat at the kitchen table, trying to ignore the massive hangover headache she was getting.

“I don’t remember much after I vomited last night. I’m trying to piece together what happened.”

“Let me fill in the gaps for you,” said Jennifer, as she got two cups of coffee ready for the both of them. She handed one to Katie and took the seat next to her. “He took you home because he saw how drunk you were from the way you were all over him despite how much he resisted your advances.”

“He resisted me?” Katie asked. “I thought it was mutual.”

“You were drunk, you thought what you wanted to think,” Jennifer reminded her. “So, after he took you home and you repeatedly tried to get him to fuck you, but he didn’t, he saw you were going to throw up and took you to the bathroom. After you vomited and began crying on the floor.”

“I cried, oh no,” Katie said, looking very embarrassed.

“He then looked through your phone and called me. When I came, he helped me get you washed up and undressed and took you to bed before he left, and I slept next to you all night.”

“Oh God, I feel so stupid,” said Katie as she took a sip of her coffee. “Did the marine leave his number by any chance?”

“Katie, that guy was gay,” Jennifer revealed. “I know because when I arrived, I first accused him of trying to take advantage of you. That’s when he told me he was gay and showed me proof by showing me photos on his phone of him and his boyfriend, some of which had them making out with each other.”

Katie felt like the biggest idiot in the world. She couldn’t believe she spent the whole night hitting on a gay guy.

“That means, it was all for nothing,” Katie began to say. “That means I’m still a ..”

Katie stopped herself before she revealed anything she didn’t want Jennifer to know.

“Yes, you’re still a virgin,” said Jennifer. “The gay marine told me that’s what you were crying about after you vomited.”

“Oh, shit.”

Katie felt incredibly embarrassed. It was a secret she was trying to keep from everyone.

“I can’t believe you never told me you’re still a virgin,” Jennifer snapped at her. “I’m your best friend; these are things you should be telling me.”

“It was embarrassing to be a woman my age and still a virgin. I couldn’t tell you or anybody, let alone you.”

Katie and Jennifer both grew up with religious families and went to the same strict Catholic school where they met and became best friends. Katie was always the more religious of the two, while Jennifer was the more fun one who was more obsessed with boys. Jennifer was the first of their entire group of friends to have sex in their senior year, while the others lost their virginities throughout their senior year.

Katie lied to her friends in order to impress them by saying she had sex with her then-boyfriend after their senior prom at a hotel they got. She had planned to lose her virginity to him, but right before she was going to get undressed for him, her Catholic guilt got the better of her and she began crying, telling him how she couldn’t do it. Her boyfriend did not want to put any pressure on her and told her she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want.

After that, she told him he could tell his friends they slept together because she knew he was also looking forward to it. She felt embarrassed about still being a virgin herself, so she lied to her friends about sleeping with him and how great it was.

Over the years, she made up excuses not to sleep with the men she dated, often because of her religious beliefs. To avoid embarrassment, she lied about the men she had slept with to her friends; never too much to make herself look like a slut, but not too little to make herself look like a prude either. When pressed for details, she kept it vague and said what she thought was right.

She had hoped that she would eventually find the right man, get married, and it would all be over. But she was on the verge of turning 30, and it was getting too frustrating for her. At that point in her life, she didn’t care what her religious beliefs told her about waiting for marriage; she just wanted to get laid.

In the last year, Katie had tried to have sex with the few men she dated, but she was having incredibly bad luck with them; one guy turned out to be married, another also had religious hang-ups about sex, and two others were just straight-up jerks to her. She was close to two other guys, one who had a bad case of premature ejaculation and always shot his cum right before they got to business, and another who couldn’t get it up at all and refused to get Viagra.

She tried to do an online hookup using Tinder and other similar apps, but found that some of them were straight up creepy. She didn’t know how some of her other friends were able to find online hookups without getting stalked by some of those weirdos. One guy she found online seemed like an ordinary guy until she found out he wanted them both to have sex while dressed in fluffy animal costumes; she couldn’t get away from him fast enough.

After getting a little desperate because she was less than a week away from turning 30, she decided to just meet a guy at a bar for a random hookup. She went to a bar that was frequented by military types, hoping to be fucked by a handsome war vet who had just come back from overseas. She heard from her friends how good in bed most of them were and hoped it was true. She only drank to calm her nerves about being there for a hookup, only to find herself drinking too much and not realizing she was hitting on a gay guy the whole time.

Katie confessed everything to Jennifer, who still looked dumbfounded from hearing how her best friend was still a virgin.

“This is unbelievable,” said Jennifer. “Those nuns at Catholic school really did a number on you.”

“I’m surprised I didn’t become one of them,” Katie replied.

Jennifer was surprised that Katie had no luck getting a man to sleep with her. She would’ve figured she could’ve had any man she wanted. Katie was a very attractive woman, with long red hair and a decent figure. Her breasts weren’t huge, but she had seen her naked and could tell she had a good pair on her that most men would love to get their hands on.

“So, you had no sexual experience whatsoever?” Jennifer asked. “Like, other things besides intercourse?”

“What do you mean by that?” Katie asked.

Jennifer motioned with her hand to mimic giving a handjob.

“Oh, yeah, I have given plenty of handjobs,” Katie revealed. “I had to eventually do something to keep some of the men I dated happy. And in the last few years, I learned to give oral sex as well, and let guys finger me.”

“At least you’ve done something. So, I understand why you went to that bar last night, so let me help you with your problem.”

“Help me how?” Katie asked.

“I’m going to help you get laid, of course,” Jennifer replied. “You have three days before you turn 30, and I’m going to hook you up.”

“How are you supposed to do that?”

Jennifer assured her, “Just leave it to me. You were ready to find yourself a random hookup. I can find you that hookup myself.”

“So, you’re just going to get me a guy to help me get laid as if it’s that easy?”

“Do you want to be a virgin in your 30’s?” Jennifer asked.

“No, of course not.”

“Then just leave it to me.”

JENNIFER AND JOSH

Later that day, Jennifer’s boyfriend, Josh, came over to her apartment for dinner and a movie, and, of course, to spend the night with her. The dinner was alright. Jennifer had become a better cook than she was when they first met, especially since he gave her advice on how to improve her cooking skills.

After dinner, Jennifer brought out a cake for dessert. She bought it from a bakery as she had failed in her last few attempts at making one on her own.

“How’s Katie doing after last night?” he asked.

Josh was there when Jennifer got the call. They were about to go to sleep after fooling around when her phone kept going off, and she answered it, thinking it was Katie, when it was some other guy who took her home. As Jennifer explained to him what had happened to Katie, he tried his best not to laugh at her situation, especially the part where she found out the marine that she was hitting on turned out to be gay.

Afterwards, Jennifer told Josh about Katie’s big secret and was floored when he heard it. He knew she was very religious, but never thought she might be a virgin. He knew a lot of religious people growing up, and they never stayed virgins for that long. Even the few religious girls he dated before Jennifer liked to fool around.

“I can now understand why she wanted a bar hookup,” said Josh.

“So, that brings me to what I need to ask you. I want to help her get laid before she turns 30 in a few days, and I thought maybe you know someone among your group of guys who could help her out.”

“You want to set her up with one of my friends for a random hookup?” asked Josh. “How about I hook her up with someone to date? I know a few who are good boyfriend material for her.”

“No, she needs to get laid fast. Dating could take time before sex. I know some people move fast these days when dating, but not always.”

“Ok, I guess I can think of one or two people who could help,” Josh told her.

Josh thought long and hard, thinking about every one of his friends and even considering his brothers and a couple of cousins. For everyone he thought of, he could find a reason why they wouldn’t be a good idea, even for just a hookup. A lot more of his friends are either married or in some other kind of relationship these days. A few others now live too far away and probably won’t travel a few hours just for a hookup, no matter how horny they may be, especially at such short notice. There were one or two guys he knew of who were definitely into random hookups, but they were such jerks, he couldn’t do that to Katie. There were a few others, but they were more of the relationship type of guys, not the random hookup types.

“So, can you think of anybody?” She asked because Josh was taking a long time coming up with a name.

He told her, “No, I can’t think of anybody. Everyone I know has a reason why I can’t suggest them.”

Jennifer felt very disappointed. She was really hoping Josh could come through for her. But after he explained to her all the reasons, he couldn’t suggest any one of them. She had no choice but to agree with them. He apologized for not being able to help, but Jennifer said he didn’t have to because it wasn’t his fault. She told him to forget the subject and they cleaned up the table to be ready for the movie they were going to watch.

They were on an 80’s movie binge over the last month, watching some of the best films of the decade. They didn’t go in any particular order, just randomly choosing whatever film from that era they wanted to watch. Tonight’s film was “The Big Chill” from 1983, about a group of former college friends who spend the weekend together after the funeral of one of their friends. They loved the movie; it was a funny yet heavy-hearted film.

One of the things Jennifer found most interesting about the film was how the character Sarah wanted to help her friend Meg, who wanted to have a baby by getting her husband Harold to sleep with her. It was an incredibly awkward situation for someone to ask their husband to knock up one of their closest friends, but she convinced him to do it and they still remained friends afterwards.

Jennifer was surprised that the character of Sarah came to that kind of decision, but definitely understood; when your friend is in need of something, you would do anything to help them out. She found this relatable to her own situation with her best friend Katie and came to the decision that she should offer up her boyfriend just for one night to help her lose her virginity.

She wasn’t going to ask Josh about this right away after the movie ended, so she decided to wait until the morning to bring it up. When the film was finished, they discussed the film for a while, telling each other what they liked most about it. Afterwards, they went to bed to make love, and he spent the night.

In the morning, Jennifer woke up earlier than Josh to make his favorite breakfast, blueberry pancakes. She knew she wasn’t that good of a cook, but she was a queen at making pancakes. She had gotten a good stack ready for him just as he came into the kitchen.

“Oh, nice,” he said as soon as he saw the pancakes. “What’s the occasion?”

“Just because I like you so much,” she told him.

They gave each other a big kiss and sat down to eat breakfast. Jennifer wanted Josh to be extra happy to make him ready to ask him her big favor.

“What do you think about Katie?” she asked.

He replied, “She’s a great person.”

“Do you think she’s pretty?” she asked.

Josh had to think about that for a moment because it sounded like a trick question; most women don’t ask if their boyfriends think their friends are pretty.

“And before you have to think about it, this is not a trick question. I generally want to know,” she assured him, because she could see he was worried about answering the question honestly.

“Ok, yeah, she’s a pretty girl,” he responded. “It makes me more surprised she’s still a virgin; I would’ve figured a lot more guys would be all over her.”

“Yeah, it’s too bad she couldn’t find the right one to show her how wonderful sex could be.”

“If you want, I could still set her up with the guys I said would be good boyfriend material,” he told her. “She may still have to be a virgin after she turns 30, but she could wait a little longer.”

“I think I know one guy in particular who could help her with her situation,” said Jennifer. “A wonderful man who I know personally is amazing in bed.”

She said that last part as she grabbed his hand and looked deeply into his eyes.

“Where are you going with this?” he asked. He had his suspicions but wanted to hear it from her.

“I think you should be the one to take Katie’s virginity,” she finally revealed.

Josh burst out laughing, assuming Jennifer was making a crazy joke. After he finished laughing, he saw in her face how serious she was.

“Oh shit, you’re serious?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m serious. She knows you, she’s comfortable around you, and I personally know you can show her a good time in bed.”

“What made you think this would be a great idea?”

Jennifer reminded Josh about the move they saw last night and explained the reasons why it would work.

“That was just a movie,” he told her. “No woman in real life would offer up her husband like that, let alone her boyfriend.”

This was not going as smoothly as she hoped it would. She thought Sarah convinced Harold and Meg too easily to sleep with each other, and it did look like the movie never fully showed the conversations she had with them to convince them either. She still had to try nonetheless.

Jennifer continued to say, “I still think it should be you. If not, she may not have that chance for a good long time. Even if you do set her up with one of your friends, who knows what could happen in the long run? She needs this before she turns 30.”

“Is having to do this before she’s 30 really that important?”

“Would you have been OK with being a virgin after 30?” she asked in response.

Josh thought about it for a moment. He lost his virginity just after he turned 18, almost 15 years ago. He was no Casanova, but he did alright over the years with women until he met Jennifer, the best relationship he ever had. He would do anything for her, but he never expected her to ever ask him something like that.

He thought about Katie’s situation as well. Being a virgin at 30 was kind of bad, although not unheard of in these modern times. He thought it was a bad idea, but at the same time, he couldn’t help thinking how Katie nearly got into a bad situation the night before.

“I can’t help thinking how lucky she was to have run into a gay guy who helped her out the other night instead of some creepy dude who would have taken advantage of her and possibly hurt her. She is very naïve when it comes to this stuff, isn’t she?”

“Yes, she is,” Jennifer replied.

“And you’re sure you would be OK with this?” he asked.

“It’s just one night, you would be helping someone out greatly, and our love is strong enough to overcome any kind of awkwardness about it.”

He thought about it some more, needing to be absolutely sure it was definitely a good idea. It may be an easy decision for some men. Some of his friends would’ve said yes right away, not caring about any consequences. But he was a different kind of man. He felt there were lines you shouldn’t cross, and he never cheated on anyone. Technically, he would not be cheating since it was done with Jennifer’s encouragement, but it was still very similar.

“So, is that a yes or not?” she asked demandingly.

“Hey, give me a break. You just sprung this on me like five minutes ago, and it’s still early in the morning.”

She backed off to let him think about it some more, but she was getting anxious for an answer. She watched him eating his pancakes as he continued to figure out all the pros and cons of the situation. She couldn’t blame him. As much as she hoped for a quick yes answer, she knew it was a highly unusual request.

“Ok, I’ll do it,” he finally answered. “Only because I don’t want her in another situation like she was in the other night and at least I can prepare her for what she may experience.”

Jennifer was so excited that she grabbed Josh by the shirt collar and pulled him in for a big, passionate kiss. She let him go, and he had a big smile on his face.

“You’re the best boyfriend,” she told him.

“Just so we can clear the air here, you’re happy that your boyfriend is going to be sleeping with your best friend?”

“Yes, I am aware of that.”

“Whereas most women never want that to happen for very obvious reasons?”

“Yes, I am aware of how weird all of this is, but I assure you that I am very much OK with it,” she assured him.

They continued eating their breakfast and discussing the situation some. The only thing she now had to do was convince her best friend to sleep with her boyfriend.

JENNIFER AND KATIE

“Are you out of your mind?” Katie asked.

“Listen, I know this all sounds a little crazy..”

“Not a little crazy, a lot crazy,” said Katie.

It was later in the day, after Jennifer had her big conversation with Josh. She was sitting with Katie at a booth in their favorite restaurant, where they often met for dinner. Jennifer invited her to dinner to discuss a guy she wanted to hook her up with to help her lose her virginity, and Katie was very excited about it. When she said it was someone that Josh knew, Katie was hoping it was one of his cute friends, but she did not expect it to be her Jennifer’s boyfriend.

“I’ve thought this through; it’s a perfect idea,” said Jennifer. “And Josh is all for it.”

Katie looked very surprised. She didn’t think she had talked to Josh about it already and that he was somehow OK with the situation.

“Seriously? He wants to sleep with me?”

“It took some convincing, because he didn’t say yes right away, obviously. But in the end, he thought it was a great idea.”

“You’re asking me to sleep with your boyfriend,” Katie replied. “What made you think this was a good idea and that I would say yes to it.”

“Have you ever seen the movie The Big Chill’?” Jennifer asked.

“Are you serious? Harold and Meg? That’s what made you think this would work?”

Jennifer was surprised that Katie had already seen the movie, but it did make it easier for her to discuss it with Katie.

“It worked out in the movie. Sarah cared about her friend so much she offered up her husband to get her pregnant, and afterwards, Sarah and Meg were still friends, and it didn’t ruin her relationship with Harold.”

“That was just a movie,” Katie replied. “But you don’t actually see how Sarah convinced Harold and Meg to sleep together, because the writers knew there was no way to make a conversation realistic enough to show how it would be so easily done.”

“Oh, wow, I never thought of it like that.”

Katie continued, “Also, they had artificial insemination back then. Why didn’t Sarah just ask Harold to just be a sperm donor and go to a clinic to get it done?”

“Meg was ovulating during that weekend. It had to be then.”

“They still could’ve waited another month,” Katie replied. “Also, there was no telling if she would get pregnant the first time. If she didn’t, does that mean she’d have to keep coming back to sleep with Harld until she does?”

Jennifer had to think about that whole scenario in that movie. She could now see that there were some plot holes there.

Jennifer continued her argument. “Ok, you’re right about the movie. But I’m still right about this. Josh would be a great person for you to finally experience sex with, and you should do this before you actually turn 30. Being a 30-year-old virgin is not unheard of, but it’s not something anybody wants, and I know you don’t want that, which is why you’ve been trying extra hard this past year to get laid.”

“I can’t believe it’s actually that hard for me to get laid,” said Katie very sorrowfully. “I’m an attractive woman. I should be having more men coming after me and getting me into bed with them.”

“You can question your bad luck with men as much as you want, but you don’t have much time to get this kind of opportunity.”

Katie thought about it long and hard. It was a good offer, and she had always thought Josh was a very sexy man and was often jealous that Jennifer got to have a guy like him. But it was still a very unusual situation; women don’t usually ask their best friends to sleep with their boyfriends, after all.

“Listen, I have to admit, I do like that idea,” Katie finally admitted. “If my situation was different, it would definitely be a hard no.”

“But you do like that idea,” Jennifer said with a grin.

“Yes, but I feel like a bad friend for even considering it, despite how much you’re OK with it. This is not what best friends do to each other, no matter what the situation may be.”

“Listen, I understand,” said Jennifer as she reached out and held Katie’s hand. “But I don’t think you would be a bad friend for saying yes. I love this idea, and I think it would be a wonderful thing.”

Katie had to think about it long and hard, making Jennifer anxious to hear her decision. She wanted to say some more things to Katie to convince her to say yes, but she didn’t want to push her.

“Ok, I’ll do it,” Katie finally answered. “If you and Josh are OK with it, I’ll do it.”

Jennifer almost squealed in excitement. She never thought she would be happy to get her best friend to sleep with her boyfriend.

“Ok, I’ll let him know you’re all aboard and make sure he comes by tomorrow night, so you better be ready for him.”

“What? Tomorrow night?” said Katie very nervously. “Oh my God, I just remembered that tomorrow night is the last night of my twenties. I don’t know if I can be ready in one day.”

Katie was breathing heavily, thinking about the situation and how soon she would finally be having sex.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” Jennifer assured her.

“What if I’m terrible?” Katie asked. “What if Josh doesn’t do a good job?

Jennifer put her hand over her mouth to muffle the laugh she was about to make. It took a few seconds for her to get control of herself.

Jennifer assured her, “Trust me, sweetie, he won’t disappoint you. If he wasn’t that good in bed, I wouldn’t be with him right now, no matter how well we get along in everything else.”

KATIE AND JOSH

Katie spent the majority of the day both getting ready for her big night and panicking about it. As much as she was assured by Jennifer that everything would be alright and she would have a great time, she was still incredibly nervous. Even her old Catholic guilt was starting to come back, telling her she was going to hell for this. But she realized it was all just nerves and that it would go away.

At exactly 7 p.m., there was a knock on the door, right when Jennifer said Josh would arrive. She was impressed with how punctual he was, but she didn’t know that Josh had actually come 15 minutes earlier and was just hanging around the hallway outside Katie’s apartment, getting himself ready for what he was expected to do. As confident as he usually was, he was incredibly nervous; even with Jennifer’s encouragement, it was still an unusual situation. He took those 15 minutes to get himself prepared to meet Katie, telling himself that he was not just helping his girlfriend’s best friend, but someone he thought was a friend also.

Katie answered the door and saw Josh standing there in a suit with no tie. She thought he looked incredibly handsome standing there; he was tall, clean-shaven, and muscular with short black hair.

Josh also thought Katie looked beautiful in her short black dress that showed a small amount of cleavage on top. He still couldn’t believe that this beautiful woman standing before him was still a virgin.

They greeted each other, and she asked him to come in. Josh handed her a bouquet of flowers.

“Oh my God, you didn’t have to do this,” she said gleefully. “Was this Jennifer’s idea?”

“No, it’s all me,” he told her. “I just thought it somehow seemed appropriate.”

Although the flowers were his idea, he didn’t mention that Jennifer helped him pick out his clothes for the occasion.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

She led him to the kitchen to put the flowers in a pitcher she had and filled it with water; the pitcher would work until she found a vase for the flowers.

At the kitchen table, Josh saw that Katie had made them both a fancy dinner. He was impressed with how the food looked and smelled.

“You didn’t have to make us dinner.”

“I felt like I had to,” she replied. “I didn’t feel right with you just coming here and us going straight to the bedroom. It made me feel kind of…”

“Nervous,” he said, trying to finish her sentence.

“Slutty,” she replied. “I know it sounds strange, but I feel slutty just taking you straight to the bedroom.”

“I see,” said Josh. “If it makes you feel better, I don’t think you’re slutty at all.”

“Thank you, it does make me feel better,” she replied. “Also, I thought we could have a nice dinner and have some fun eating and talking before we… you know… get down to business, I guess you can say.”

Before they took their seats, Josh took off his suit jacket and put it on the back of his chair while Katie tried to open a bottle of wine for them. Josh saw she had trouble with the bottle and insisted on opening it himself and pouring it into both of their wine glasses.

He was impressed with the meal she had made. Katie told him it was parmesan risotto with roasted shrimp. He felt like he was in heaven after his first bite; he was surprised that someone who was so close to Jennifer was a better cook than she was. He told Katie how wonderful it was, and she was glad to hear it.

They talked a little while they ate, talking about a variety of things. They were surprised at how much they had in common. They did their best not to talk about Jennifer; they didn’t say it to each other, but they both figured talking about her would kill the mood for what they were going to do later.

“This meal was fantastic,” said Josh as he finished his last bite. “I’m surprised you’re not a chef.”

“If you think that’s good, wait until you taste the dessert I made.”

“Wow, after seeing how good this meal was, I would love to eat whatever you made for dessert,” said Josh.

There was a long pause, and Josh noticed that Katie had something to say.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing is wrong,” she assured him. “I just think we should skip dessert and go straight to the bedroom.”

“Are you sure you want to do this now?” he asked.

“Yes, now is the perfect time,” she replied. “We are having a great time together; I feel very comfortable with you and I don’t want to waste any time.”

She said this with a big smile on her face, and Josh could tell she was very happy and excited. He was glad she felt that way.

“Ok then, let’s do this,” he said, with a big smile of his own.

They took one last sip of their wine and left the kitchen.

She led him to her bedroom; he could tell she didn’t know what to do next, so he took her by the arm and gently took her to the bed where they sat on the edge. He didn’t waste any time as he leaned in and kissed Katie on the lips. They held that kiss there for a moment before Katie pulled away from him.

“I am on the pill, by the way,” she assured him. “We forgot to talk about birth control, so I should let you know so you don’t have to worry about anything.

"Thanks for letting me know. I had a condom ready, but this is better.”

They went back to kissing. It started as a passionate kiss that evolved into a full-on make-out session as their hands began roaming each other’s bodies.

Without thinking about it, Katie began unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off for him. She broke their kiss so she could look at his chest and broad shoulders.

“Oh my,” she said with a big smile.

They began kissing again, and this time she went for his pants; ripping off his belt and going for the zipper. In return, Josh reached around her back and undid the zipper; he pulled down her dress to reveal the sexy black bra she was wearing and soon her matching thong. Katie thought hard about the kind of underwear she should wear and figured she couldn’t go wrong with traditional black lingerie.

They both got very excited and quickly took off the remainder of the clothes and tossed everything around the room. Katie was both shocked and happy to see the size of Josh’s dick. Jennifer had bragged to her about how big it was, but she thought she was exaggerating; she was glad to see that it was all true.

Josh got Katie on her back in the center of her bed. He started kissing her neck and fondling her breasts; she loved it and was getting very wet. Josh then moved down to her breasts, where he spent some time kissing and suckling on her nipples. He thought her breasts felt like two soft pillows and loved how they felt on his face.

He moved back up her body and began kissing her neck again. As he did that, he put his hand between her legs and began to play with her clit. She started to get wet instantly and began taking deep, rapid breaths.

“Oh yes, keep doing that!” she cried out.

He knew she was ready and didn’t want to keep her waiting. He positioned his body right on top of her and guided his dick right to the edge of her pussy and shoved it all in. Josh held it there for a moment to enjoy the feeling of being inside of her. He could see from the look on Katie’s face that she also enjoyed that incredible feeling.

“Oh my God, that feels wonderful,” she whispered into his ear.

He started pumping his dick into her. Slowly at first, to get her used to it, then gradually picked up the speed and pushed into her harder and faster.

“Oh yes, oh yes,” she cried out.

Katie held him close to her body, letting out loud moans every time Josh pushed himself into her body. She begged him to go faster, and he complied as best he could. Her body arched up as she screamed as an orgasm shot through her body.

They turned over, and she was on top of him now. Katie had her hands firmly placed on the headboard when she began riding his dick. She didn’t really know if she was doing a good job of riding him, but she still loved giving it a try and was having so much fun doing it. Josh had his hands on her hips; he was getting very excited about watching this beautiful woman enjoy herself as she rode him.

Josh got her on her back again and pinned her hands by her side as he began fucking her hard again. She was screaming into his ears, begging for more. After a while, he couldn’t hold off much longer and got that feeling in his dick that it would soon be over. He held off for a couple more minutes, wanting to make it last as long as he could. Then, with one last thrust, he shot his load right into her, and she enjoyed feeling that warm liquid filling her body.

Afterwards, he lied down next to her as they both took their time relaxing.

“Thank you, that was amazing,” she told him.

“I’m glad you liked it,” he replied. “I’m glad I got to be the one to do this for you.”

“I have one last request,” she said as she looked deeply into his eyes. “Can you stay the night with me? I just like the idea of the man I finally got to have sex with spending the night with me.”

“Of course, I was thinking the same thing. I didn’t think it was right for me to just have sex with you and leave right away.”

She pulled a blanket over their naked bodies as Josh turned off the lamp next to their bed and they snuggled up against each other. A moment later, she felt something moving along her leg, and it took a moment for her to realize Josh was getting an erection again.

“Seriously? It can come back that fast?” Katie asked.

“Depends on the guy, but yes, it can happen again that fast,” he replied.

Katie reached down into his body and felt Josh’s dick, giving it a soft rub up and down. She was doing her best to impress Josh with her handjob skills, and she could see from his face that he was loving it.

“You know, Jennifer didn’t actually tell me we only had to do it once,” she said. “She only suggested it would be just one night together.”

Josh thought about it for a moment, at least the best he could with the handjob he was receiving.

“That’s what she said to me too,” he told her. “Seems kind of vague to me. For all we know, she meant for us to do it more than once.”

They moved in closer to each other and made love one more time that night before they actually decided to go to sleep.

The next morning, they woke up at the same time, while holding each other.

“Good morning,” said Katie.

“Good morning,” Josh replied. “And happy birthday.”

“Oh right, I’m now 30,” she said with a large smile. “After last night, I feel like I’m 20.”

They kissed each other, and Katie felt his dick growing up against her leg again. She reached down and began jerking him off.

“Seriously? Again?” Josh asked.

Katie didn’t say anything, she just tossed the covers away and moved down his body. After giving him a good handjob, she opened her mouth and started sucking his dick. Jennifer did tell him that Katie had told her that she had some experience keeping some men happy while she stayed a virgin. That included giving oral sex, and he could see how great she was at it.

When she was done, she took his dick out of her mouth and got on his body. She got his dick in her again and started riding him like she did last night, but much better this time. She knew deep down she shouldn’t be fucking her best friend’s boyfriend more than that one time, but she couldn’t help herself.

Josh turned her around to be on top of her and took over, fucking her. He did everything he did with her both times last night and brought her to orgasm a few more times.

After they were done, they again laid down on the bed, holding each other. They both agreed that it should stop right there, as three times was more than enough.

They got out of bed and got dressed. Katie put on jeans and a t-shirt, while Josh, who hadn’t planned on staying overnight originally, only had his suit pants and shirt to put on.

They heard a noise in the kitchen and wondered what was going on out there. Then they smelled coffee and pancakes and had a guess on who it might’ve been. They left the bedroom and went to the kitchen, where they found Jennifer in Katie’s kitchen, having just gotten coffee and pancakes ready for the three of them.

“Good morning, lovebirds,” said Jennifer.

“Good morning, Jennifer,” said Josh.

“Good morning,” said Katie.

Jennier went over to Katie and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“And happy birthday to you, sweetie. Did you have fun?” Jennifer asked.

Katie blushed and smiled at Jennifer. “Yes, I did very much. Best birthday present ever.”

They all went to the kitchen table to sit down for the breakfast Jennifer had made for them.

“I know this looks strange with me coming here like this, but I was afraid after last night that things may feel a little weird between the three of us,” she told them. “So, I thought I’d come over and make us some breakfast to help us overcome any leftover awkwardness between us.”

Josh agreed. “That’s a good idea. I mean, I know we can get over the unusual aspects of this situation, but it’s still good to get it out into the open.”

“Yes, I’m sure we can get past anything,” said Katie. “And also, thank you both so much for last night.”

“It was our pleasure,” said Jennifer as she held Josh’s hand. “And speaking of that, I really need to say something to get it out of my system. I did hear you guys have sex again this morning.”

Josh and Katie gave each other a concerned look.

Jennifer continued, “Thinking about it, I didn’t say how many times you two could have sex, but I did expect it to be only once. I just need to know how many times exactly you two had sex.”

There was an awkward moment at the table before Katie spoke up.

“We had sex three times,” Katie revealed. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

“It’s OK, I’m willing to let it all go. I was the one who encouraged you two to get together after all, so I can’t blame you for going that extra mile,” said Jennifer. “I’m just glad you both had fun.”

“Thank you, you’re a wonderful friend, Jennifer,” said Katie, then turned to Josh. “And you’re a wonderful man.”

“Thank you,” Josh replied, with a blushed face.

“Now tell me, was he as good as I told you he was?” Jennifer asked.

The two women began laughing, and Josh just sat there looking embarrassed.

“Yes, he was,” said Katie, with a big smile. “You would be proud of him.”

They ate their breakfast and changed the subject to a variety of other subjects to talk about. Afterwards, Josh and Jennifer left the apartment. Although it was early in the morning, Jennifer took Josh back to her place to reward him for a job well done.

Later that night, Jennfer took Katie out for her thirtieth birthday with some of their closest friends. They first went to a restaurant to celebrate with a big dinner and a birthday cake. Later, they went to a male strip club to party, where Katie got drunk and found herself making out with one of the male strippers. She wanted to take him back to her place, but Jennifer recognized how drunk she was to make any rational decisions, so she dragged her away and took her back home.

Over the next year, Josh set up Katie with the two friends he had tried to suggest before that could be good boyfriend material for her. Each relationship lasted only a few months before they broke up; they all agreed there was nothing wrong with the other person; it just didn’t work out. From what he heard, she did sleep with both of them, and later, Jennifer revealed to him that Katie became friends-with-benefits with the second one.

The next year, Katie began dating a man who had just moved into her apartment building and turned out to be the love of her life. They became engaged within a year, and they had a quick wedding as Katie found herself happily pregnant with twins.

By DanDraper for Literotica

Natalie: Office Party.

Natalie goes to a work party, and hooks up with a hot guy.

by Traumseele. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The office kitchen was somewhat cramped. A wall of microwaves, a couple of fridges, and a counter with two sinks was meant to satisfy the luncheon needs of the two-hundred-odd people who worked at this branch of Rodow-Mills Ltd., the corporation for which Natalie worked in purchasing. She was sat a round table, eating out of a box of noodles she had gotten from a takeout place in the neighborhood.

“Are you gonna wear that tonight?”

The question came from the short-haired woman seated next to Natalie. Lynn, her best girl friend and confidant at work since a long time back. There wasn’t that much contrast between the two, they were very much alike in both looks and manners. Women of medium height, with dark brown hair and eyes, dressed in “business casual” which meant jeans, a blouse, and black leather ankle boots. The main difference between them was in their hair, Natalie’s was curly and shoulder-length, while Lynn always kept it short and straight. Lynn also lacked Natalie’s prominent breasts, being almost flat chested, something she was sure was a common conversation topic among the guys at work.

“Why not?” Natalie responded. “It’s an office party. Not like I have any new impressions to make.” It was true. Her job was fairly routine. She knew everybody in her department, and everyone worth knowing outside of it. “Unless you want me to slut up for a night on the town afterwards?”

Lynn giggled. “I’m just teasing. You look great as always, Nat.” The short-haired woman took a sip of water from her glass. “I’m just thinking about… you know. I kind of want to hook up with somebody. I haven’t done that at work before. Feels like something I should cross off my list at some point, if I had one I mean.” She took another sip. “Don’t get me wrong but you’re a lot more experienced here than I am. Got any beginner tips?”

At first, Natalie felt a bit weirded out by that last comment, but then she realized that Lynn would never judge her for being a “slut” at work, and probably just wanted in on the action. She gave her friend a coy, thoughtful smile. “I don’t really know what to say that, Lynn!” she responded with a hearty laugh.

Her friend kept sipping water. She seemed nervous, for some mysterious reason. “Come on. You know it’s true. I want to be just like you, Nat!” The last bit came out with a heavy dose of sarcasm.

“Let’s just enjoy the free booze and try to avoid the annoying people. You’re gonna be fine. Besides, if one of these polo-wearing golfer guys were to try to steal you away from me, I would probably have to beat him up,” Natalie responded half-jokingly. Lynn was a real cutie, but Natalie just wasn’t into women in that way, even though she would often masturbate to them. That was different though, women were just sexier than men. Didn’t mean she was gay, not that she had any problem with that.

The rest of the working day before the party went by as usual. Natalie sat in her cubicle, sending out purchasing emails and handing invoices over to payments. But mostly, she was just trying to pass time and look busy whenever somebody walked past. She had been to plenty of office parties, at this job and previous ones, and these things just didn’t make her nervous anymore. She felt like she could already predict all that was going to happen that night. Free drinks, some speeches from upper management, maybe a forced “team building” activity or two, but most importantly, free drinks.

Her friend’s comment about her slutty work habits had bothered her a bit. Not because Lynn thought her to be a slut, she knew that she did and that was great, but rather quite the opposite. In truth, she hadn’t really been hooking up with any co-workers lately. That was a frequent activity in her mid twenties, but in recent years, the dull routine and general feeling of alienation at the office had pretty much turned off her sexuality completely in that environment. Maybe it was time to live up to her friend’s image of her? Not only was it a matter of principle, the prospect was also kind of exciting to her despite where she was at the moment, trapped in a grey cubicle.

“Hey Nat, they got a new coffee maker downstairs. You have just got to check it out!”

The cheerful voice was Diego, a tall, skinny, good-natured man with short black hair, olive skin, and a constant worried look in his eyes. He had appeared at the entrance to Natalie’s cubicle to share some minor news about the office, as he often did. It was a welcome break to the dullness of the average day, she thought. Diego was a nice guy, always happy and helpful, and the two of them had formed a bit of a workplace bond over the last couple of years. Doing small favors for each other here and there, spending breaks together, having coffee.

“You know what? I might just do exactly that. Wanna come?” she responded, and Diego’s face lit up. She whisked her mug off of her desk, and got up from her chair onto her leather booted feet. Their 2-inch heels made barely any noise as the two of them walked across the wall-to-wall carpet that covered the floor of the cubicle farm, heading for the stairwell.

“So… How are things?” Natalie didn’t have to specify the “things” she was asking him about. It was a bit of a sensitive topic, so she didn’t want to bring it up too directly. Diego had recently gone through a divorce, and was now adjusting to life as a bachelor again. It was difficult, as he had been married for a long time, and his meek, super-nice-guy manners weren’t especially suited for living it up as a single in the city, she thought. Nevertheless, the divorce hadn’t changed him much, at least not on the surface. He continued to be nice and cheerful, always notifying Natalie of “exciting” new happenings around the office, but she could tell it was bothering him.

“Oh you know… Getting used to it. Got everything set up in my new apartment. It’s a real bachelor pad, haha. Hey, there’s the new coffee maker.” He didn’t seem to enjoy the subject matter very much, so Natalie decided not to bring it up again, for now.

As Diego had pointed out, they had arrived at the awesome new coffee maker in the downstairs break room. There was nothing special about it at all, as far as Natalie could tell. There was a holder for your mug, and the usual array of buttons for selecting the type of coffee you wanted the thing to fill it up with. It didn’t really matter. A cup of coffee with Diego in the break room was always a nice and welcome distraction. They both knew that the “new coffee machine” was just an excuse to spend some idle minutes together, getting away from the daily grind. And so they filled up their cups, and took seats at a small round table.

“Looking forward to the party?” Natalie asked, half-sarcastically. Diego was as much a fan of mandatory corporate fun as anybody else, she knew, and he especially didn’t like big booze-fuelled parties. They made him feel anxious, he had confided in her once.

“You know me,” he responded casually, taking a big sip of coffee. “I’m the party animal around here.” He put the cup down with a somewhat dejected smile, as if part of him wished for that statement to be true. “I’ll stick around for a drink, make sure management notices my attendance, and then sneak out at my first opportunity before things get too rowdy. Got plenty of things to set up in my new place, anyway.”

Diego looked wistful, and Natalie felt pity for him. It got worse when he tried to cover up his anxiety with a forced smile. Maybe she could convince him to stay, even help him find somebody to hook up with? Lynn was certainly in the mood, but Natalie had no idea whether he was her type or not. She didn’t really know anything about her dating history, though Lynn knew all about hers, somehow. Besides, convincing him to stay at a loud, booze-drenched office party would be about as easy as convincing water to stop being wet. She dismissed the idea.

A few hours later, the party kicked off. Most off the staff had gathered in the lobby for an exciting speech about the branch’s promising future by their local chief of operations, and Natalie was already tipsy from the welcome drink. Something fruity, with booze in it. She didn’t bother to find out more details.

A delivery driver had dropped off boxes of pizzas and assorted snacks, which had been opened and left on a counter. A transparent fridge had been stocked to the brim with bottles of beer and wine, and a makeshift “bar” had been set up in the corner of the lobby for mixing cocktails. There, one could find the usual assortment of rum, gin, vodka, various mixers, and more. It would be her next stop when the speech was over, Natalie decided.

When the half-hearted applause died down and the music started, she made her way over to the cocktail bar. There was no use being sober at an occasion like this one, so it was time to get herself a gin & tonic, or something equally strong. A small group of people with the same idea had gathered nearby. Thankfully, Lynn was also there, and so Natalie snuck up on her and embraced her from behind.

“Hey there sexy,” she said, jokingly imitating a deep, masculine voice, as her arms wrapped around Lynn from behind, meeting just below her chest. Lucky girl, she never had to wear a bra, Natalie thought, as her own breasts burrowed themselves into her girl friend’s back.

A startled Lynn let out an exhasperated sigh, grabbing on to Natalie’s arms as if to tear them off of her, but stopping right as her fingers grasped around them, holding them in place. “Oh hi there,” she responded, turning her head to give Natalie a playful peck on the cheek, after which she wrestled herself free. “Booze?” she asked.

“Booze,” Natalie replied matter-of-factly.

The two friends walked up to the bar, picking out a couple of sizeable plastic cups, and filled them both up with gin and tonic. Getting too sloshed too early at an office party was always a bad idea, so they kept the gin-to-tonic ratio low enough to still give them a decent buzz.

“Talked to any hot guys yet?” Lynn asked eagerly.

“Not yet… Need to get in the mood first. This office has a habit of drying me up like a desert down there.”

Lynn giggled. “I know what you mean.” She took a big sip of her drink.

“Unless you have any leads for me?” Natalie asked her friend, who got a strained look on her cute little face.

“Yeah right. That means I won’t get you all to myself,” she responded jokingly, with a flirtatious raising of her eyebrows. Her friend seemed to blush after that.

“Shit Nat, I gotta go powder my nose. I’ll find you in a bit,” Lynn said, and scurried off. Knowing the habits of some of her co-workers, “powder my nose” could be meant both literally and figuratively.

Natalie walked around the office idly for a bit, stopping for small talk here and there, getting a glass of wine from the lobby, trying to figure out some kind of game plan. The booze did a good job at staving off the worst oh her anxiety, not to mention the general weird atmosphere of “forced fun” that office parties tended to have. Still, she found it difficult to loosen up, and seemed to have lost track of Lynn’s whereabouts.

She found her friend just outside the main entrance to the building, where people would go for fresh air, and others would go to ruin their experience with cigarette smoke. Natalie was not a fan of tobacco, and thankfully, her friend was in the former group.

“Hey Nat! Come here! This is uh… Well, shit.” Her friend seemed to have forgotten the name of the handsome man standing next to her, whose presence Natalie had just noticed. He was about an inch taller than her in her boots, his head topped by slick dark brown hair, and a thin beard that accentuated his chiseled facial features. His broad shoulders were clad in a modest black dress shirt, and on his legs he was wearing a pair of jeans and black leather loafers.

The man smiled, his face lighting up as he extended his right arm, inviting Natalie to a handshake. “I’m Konstantin. You must be Natalie I presume? Lynn here won’t stop talking about you!”

“Oh, it’s all true,” she said with a laugh as she shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Konstantin.” He was so hot. Natalie normally liked her men to be a few inches taller, but there was something about the way their eyes met almost level as he gave her his bright smile, full of confidence. His handshake had been gentle, almost romantic somehow. Natalie could feel herself starting to melt a bit. Well done, Lynn.

The three of them made some small talk out in the fresh evening air, with drinks in their hands. Konstantin worked in sales, and was often out on client calls, which was probably why they hadn’t met at work before. After a little while, Lynn excused herself and went inside, leaving the two of them alone in the midst of small groups of chattering, drunk coworkers.

Natalie found herself at a loss for words. It wasn’t typical of her. This hot guy was just beaming with confidence, something she would usually try to take down a notch or two, but he was so nice and considerate at the same time. He was filling in all the silences with questions about Natalie, seeming genuinely curious about her, and she answered as well as she could with brief statements while she tried to think of what to do next.

“Do you dance?” she asked somewhat awkwardly, as the music inside got louder.

“Love to!” Konstantin responded, still smiling. “Shall we?”

The floor of the lobby had been cleared up, and the “office DJ” was running some tacky playlist on her laptop. It didn’t matter so much. Natalie had two left feet when it came to dancing, and tried to focus on not making a fool out of herself as she tried to make subtle rhythmic moves. Konstantin seemed like a fish in water on the dancefloor. He didn’t do anything extravagant, simply moving his body to the music as if it was second nature to him, constantly beaming with that hot smile of his.

As the night went on, the dancefloor got more crowded, and Natalie got tipsier. She and Konstantin had been moving closer to each other the whole time, and by now, they were just inches away from each other. Anyone who glanced their way could see what was going on, but Natalie didn’t care. People hooked up in the office all the time, and it’s not like she had some virtuous reputation to maintain. She put her arm around his neck and leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

“Let’s get out of here. My place isn’t far.”

Over Konstantin’s shoulder, she could see Lynn standing in the corner of the Lobby, nursing her drink. Natalie felt a little bit guilty about ditching her friend, but the look of approval on Lynn’s face eased her worries.

She leaned back, raising her eyebrows and looking into Konstantin’s light brown eyes with intent. He was biting his lip. His hand found hers, and they walked outside.

The air was electric as the pair stood in Natalie’s dark apartment hallway. Natalie had just closed the door behind them, and was staring at Konstantin’s silhouette as he took off his shoes, letting the outline of his hard body become clearer as her own eyes adjutsed to the lack of lighting. She pulled off her own boots, and stood on the floor in her ankle socks, anticipating this man’s next move.

It came suddenly. With force, he lifted her arms above her head, pressing them against the wall and kissing her passionately. She let out a surprised but excited moan, and tried to grab his head before realizing that her arms were trapped. He let go of her arms and let his ands explore her body all over, clumsily finding their way under her tucked-in blouse, caressing her naked body underneath all the way up to her bra-covered breasts. He squeezed them and dug his fingers under the fabric, trying to find her no doubt rock hard nipples.

Natalie kept her arms above her head in the dark hallway, letting Konstantin explore her body at his leisure. He was pressed up against her, hard, grinding away. The bulge between his legs rubbed against her clit through layers of jeans and underwear, but it was enough to make her want more. She wanted him inside of her, badly now.

Right then, Konstantin stopped, and took a step back. Natalie felt very confused. Was he teasing her? She wouldn’t have any of that, not tonight. Flustered, she groped the wall, searching for the light switch.

Her dark eyes squinted as light flooded the previously dark apartment. Konstantin stood before her, his face glistening with sweat and saliva from their sloppy kisses. He was sucking his lower lip in, hard, while giving her a puzzled look. What was he doing?

“Natalie I… I have kind of a thing I want to do with you, if you don’t mind,” he said after hesitating for many long seconds. The thing had better be to fuck her silly until she passed out from orgasmic pleasure, she thought, giving him a sly and expectant look. A nervous look washed over his face, as he continued hesitating.

Natalie stepped forward, grabbing Konstantin by the hairs at the back of his head gently. She licked her lips and said, “tell me what you want to do to me,” hoping that the command would dispel his nervousness and hesitation.

“I… You’re so hot,” he said, pausing for another few seconds, caressing the side of Natalie’s body up and down. “I’m going to cum in literal seconds if we fuck. Never been good at lasting long. So… I want to do that. I want to cum inside of you, and then eat my cum out of your pussy. It’s… kind of my fetish.”

Natalie interrupted him with another sloppy kiss before he could get too lost in his own thoughts. She had never tried that before, and at the moment, she was hot and horny enough to try just about anything. As long as it meant getting some dick in her. She unzipped his pants and dug his throbbing member out of his boxers. It wasn’t the biggest one she’d ever held, but it was firm and already leaking precum. Her pussy was screaming to be filled up, so she unzipped her own jeans, and resumed her previous position, back against the wall with her hands above her head.

Konstantin didn’t seem to need any further approval. Within a second, he was back to ravishing her, kissing her neck, hands going all over the place. Her blouse became unbuttoned, and her bra unclasped, while her pants and wet panties slid down to her ankles. She moaned and reached down for his erect cock, jerking it faster and faster.

He put one of his legs in between hers, spreading them apart as far as the elasticity of the pants around her ankles would allow for. They shared another sloppy kiss, tongues twirling around each other, as his cock slid easily up and all the way into Natalie’s eager, dripping wet pussy. She could feel it bottom as her throbbing clit pressed against his hard pelvis, tickled by his recently trimmed pubic hairs.

With his hands firmly grabbing her hips, Konstantin started fucking her, making sure her pussy got to feel the whole length of his cock, as he slammed hard against her clit with each thrust. Natalie gasped continuously, mimicking the rhythm of his thrusts. Their foreheads were touching, and they made intense eye contact.

As he had promised, Konstantin’s orgasm came quickly, after ten or so thrusts. His face scrunched up, and he grunted loudly, as his throbbing cock spilled load after load of hot cum into Natalie’s pussy. She instinctively felt a bit disappointed, as she usually did when her partner came well before she was anywhere close herself. But then, she remembered the rest of his promise, and waited excitedly for his orgasm to subside.

When it did, he pulled his dick out out of her, carefully replacing it with a hand, making sure to not let his seed spill out of her too much. Some of it was already dripping down her naked legs. She was a proper mess. Teary eyed, and with saliva glistening around her mouth. Her blouse was fully unbuttoned, and her unclasped bra was hanging around her neck like an albatross from an old poem. Konstantin’s face was beaming. This was clearly his favorite part.

Natalie didn’t bother adjusting anything about herself in her current state. She simply kicked her pants and panties to the side, strode on sock-clad feet into the living room, blouse and bra still clinging to her upper body, and lied down with her back half on the couch, legs spread as wide as she could manage, a hand holding the hot cum inside her pussy. She motioned for Konstantin to get down between her legs and get to work, as he had promised.

He wasted no time. Within seconds, he was on his knees between her glistening legs, lapping away at Natalie’s cum drenched pussy with his eager tongue, making sure not to waste a drop of his own cum or her plentiful juices that it had mixed with. “Oh fuck,” Natalie exclaimed without even thinking. This was so hot. Maybe she should make all guys clean her out like this if they wanted to cum inside her? She finally knew why guys liked to put their fingers in her mouth after rubbing her pussy.

Konstantin was, if possible, enjoying himself even more than she was. He was going wild, moaning and grunting, kissing the inside of her thighs and leaving big hickeys when he wasn’t pressing his tongue between her pussy lips, making sure not to miss a single drop. With the way Natalie’s juices were flowing, he would never be finished. That was fine, she could do this all night.

She was pinching and tweaking her nipples hard, moaning like the slut she loved to be, when she almost passed out from a jolt of pleasure emanating from her clit. Konstantin had sucked it into his mouth like a vacuum, and was skilfully flicking his tongue against it in just the right rhythm. Natalie lost her breath as she started squirming, her body contorting on its own, legs wrapping around Konstantin’s neck to force his face into her. Her thighs were pressed together so tightly that she was sure that he was suffocating, but that was a price she was willing to pay.

The orgasm washed over her like a tsunami. It was so intense. Her thighs squeezed up so hard that she was scared of accidentally killing Konstantin. Waves of pleasure conquered her body as she lost control. She squirmed around, starting to glide off the couch as her juices flowed, giving Konstantin more and more cum, even though it wasn’t his own.

She came to, lying on the floor, a naked, quivering mess. Above her was the hot guy from the office party. His face was beaming again, almost looking proud of what he had done.

by Traumseele for Literotica.

Natalie: Office Party.

Natalie goes to a work party, and hooks up with a hot guy.

by Traumseele. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The office kitchen was somewhat cramped. A wall of microwaves, a couple of fridges, and a counter with two sinks was meant to satisfy the luncheon needs of the two-hundred-odd people who worked at this branch of Rodow-Mills Ltd., the corporation for which Natalie worked in purchasing. She was sat a round table, eating out of a box of noodles she had gotten from a takeout place in the neighborhood.

“Are you gonna wear that tonight?”

The question came from the short-haired woman seated next to Natalie. Lynn, her best girl friend and confidant at work since a long time back. There wasn’t that much contrast between the two, they were very much alike in both looks and manners. Women of medium height, with dark brown hair and eyes, dressed in “business casual” which meant jeans, a blouse, and black leather ankle boots. The main difference between them was in their hair, Natalie’s was curly and shoulder-length, while Lynn always kept it short and straight. Lynn also lacked Natalie’s prominent breasts, being almost flat chested, something she was sure was a common conversation topic among the guys at work.

“Why not?” Natalie responded. “It’s an office party. Not like I have any new impressions to make.” It was true. Her job was fairly routine. She knew everybody in her department, and everyone worth knowing outside of it. “Unless you want me to slut up for a night on the town afterwards?”

Lynn giggled. “I’m just teasing. You look great as always, Nat.” The short-haired woman took a sip of water from her glass. “I’m just thinking about… you know. I kind of want to hook up with somebody. I haven’t done that at work before. Feels like something I should cross off my list at some point, if I had one I mean.” She took another sip. “Don’t get me wrong but you’re a lot more experienced here than I am. Got any beginner tips?”

At first, Natalie felt a bit weirded out by that last comment, but then she realized that Lynn would never judge her for being a “slut” at work, and probably just wanted in on the action. She gave her friend a coy, thoughtful smile. “I don’t really know what to say that, Lynn!” she responded with a hearty laugh.

Her friend kept sipping water. She seemed nervous, for some mysterious reason. “Come on. You know it’s true. I want to be just like you, Nat!” The last bit came out with a heavy dose of sarcasm.

“Let’s just enjoy the free booze and try to avoid the annoying people. You’re gonna be fine. Besides, if one of these polo-wearing golfer guys were to try to steal you away from me, I would probably have to beat him up,” Natalie responded half-jokingly. Lynn was a real cutie, but Natalie just wasn’t into women in that way, even though she would often masturbate to them. That was different though, women were just sexier than men. Didn’t mean she was gay, not that she had any problem with that.

The rest of the working day before the party went by as usual. Natalie sat in her cubicle, sending out purchasing emails and handing invoices over to payments. But mostly, she was just trying to pass time and look busy whenever somebody walked past. She had been to plenty of office parties, at this job and previous ones, and these things just didn’t make her nervous anymore. She felt like she could already predict all that was going to happen that night. Free drinks, some speeches from upper management, maybe a forced “team building” activity or two, but most importantly, free drinks.

Her friend’s comment about her slutty work habits had bothered her a bit. Not because Lynn thought her to be a slut, she knew that she did and that was great, but rather quite the opposite. In truth, she hadn’t really been hooking up with any co-workers lately. That was a frequent activity in her mid twenties, but in recent years, the dull routine and general feeling of alienation at the office had pretty much turned off her sexuality completely in that environment. Maybe it was time to live up to her friend’s image of her? Not only was it a matter of principle, the prospect was also kind of exciting to her despite where she was at the moment, trapped in a grey cubicle.

“Hey Nat, they got a new coffee maker downstairs. You have just got to check it out!”

The cheerful voice was Diego, a tall, skinny, good-natured man with short black hair, olive skin, and a constant worried look in his eyes. He had appeared at the entrance to Natalie’s cubicle to share some minor news about the office, as he often did. It was a welcome break to the dullness of the average day, she thought. Diego was a nice guy, always happy and helpful, and the two of them had formed a bit of a workplace bond over the last couple of years. Doing small favors for each other here and there, spending breaks together, having coffee.

“You know what? I might just do exactly that. Wanna come?” she responded, and Diego’s face lit up. She whisked her mug off of her desk, and got up from her chair onto her leather booted feet. Their 2-inch heels made barely any noise as the two of them walked across the wall-to-wall carpet that covered the floor of the cubicle farm, heading for the stairwell.

“So… How are things?” Natalie didn’t have to specify the “things” she was asking him about. It was a bit of a sensitive topic, so she didn’t want to bring it up too directly. Diego had recently gone through a divorce, and was now adjusting to life as a bachelor again. It was difficult, as he had been married for a long time, and his meek, super-nice-guy manners weren’t especially suited for living it up as a single in the city, she thought. Nevertheless, the divorce hadn’t changed him much, at least not on the surface. He continued to be nice and cheerful, always notifying Natalie of “exciting” new happenings around the office, but she could tell it was bothering him.

“Oh you know… Getting used to it. Got everything set up in my new apartment. It’s a real bachelor pad, haha. Hey, there’s the new coffee maker.” He didn’t seem to enjoy the subject matter very much, so Natalie decided not to bring it up again, for now.

As Diego had pointed out, they had arrived at the awesome new coffee maker in the downstairs break room. There was nothing special about it at all, as far as Natalie could tell. There was a holder for your mug, and the usual array of buttons for selecting the type of coffee you wanted the thing to fill it up with. It didn’t really matter. A cup of coffee with Diego in the break room was always a nice and welcome distraction. They both knew that the “new coffee machine” was just an excuse to spend some idle minutes together, getting away from the daily grind. And so they filled up their cups, and took seats at a small round table.

“Looking forward to the party?” Natalie asked, half-sarcastically. Diego was as much a fan of mandatory corporate fun as anybody else, she knew, and he especially didn’t like big booze-fuelled parties. They made him feel anxious, he had confided in her once.

“You know me,” he responded casually, taking a big sip of coffee. “I’m the party animal around here.” He put the cup down with a somewhat dejected smile, as if part of him wished for that statement to be true. “I’ll stick around for a drink, make sure management notices my attendance, and then sneak out at my first opportunity before things get too rowdy. Got plenty of things to set up in my new place, anyway.”

Diego looked wistful, and Natalie felt pity for him. It got worse when he tried to cover up his anxiety with a forced smile. Maybe she could convince him to stay, even help him find somebody to hook up with? Lynn was certainly in the mood, but Natalie had no idea whether he was her type or not. She didn’t really know anything about her dating history, though Lynn knew all about hers, somehow. Besides, convincing him to stay at a loud, booze-drenched office party would be about as easy as convincing water to stop being wet. She dismissed the idea.

A few hours later, the party kicked off. Most off the staff had gathered in the lobby for an exciting speech about the branch’s promising future by their local chief of operations, and Natalie was already tipsy from the welcome drink. Something fruity, with booze in it. She didn’t bother to find out more details.

A delivery driver had dropped off boxes of pizzas and assorted snacks, which had been opened and left on a counter. A transparent fridge had been stocked to the brim with bottles of beer and wine, and a makeshift “bar” had been set up in the corner of the lobby for mixing cocktails. There, one could find the usual assortment of rum, gin, vodka, various mixers, and more. It would be her next stop when the speech was over, Natalie decided.

When the half-hearted applause died down and the music started, she made her way over to the cocktail bar. There was no use being sober at an occasion like this one, so it was time to get herself a gin & tonic, or something equally strong. A small group of people with the same idea had gathered nearby. Thankfully, Lynn was also there, and so Natalie snuck up on her and embraced her from behind.

“Hey there sexy,” she said, jokingly imitating a deep, masculine voice, as her arms wrapped around Lynn from behind, meeting just below her chest. Lucky girl, she never had to wear a bra, Natalie thought, as her own breasts burrowed themselves into her girl friend’s back.

A startled Lynn let out an exhasperated sigh, grabbing on to Natalie’s arms as if to tear them off of her, but stopping right as her fingers grasped around them, holding them in place. “Oh hi there,” she responded, turning her head to give Natalie a playful peck on the cheek, after which she wrestled herself free. “Booze?” she asked.

“Booze,” Natalie replied matter-of-factly.

The two friends walked up to the bar, picking out a couple of sizeable plastic cups, and filled them both up with gin and tonic. Getting too sloshed too early at an office party was always a bad idea, so they kept the gin-to-tonic ratio low enough to still give them a decent buzz.

“Talked to any hot guys yet?” Lynn asked eagerly.

“Not yet… Need to get in the mood first. This office has a habit of drying me up like a desert down there.”

Lynn giggled. “I know what you mean.” She took a big sip of her drink.

“Unless you have any leads for me?” Natalie asked her friend, who got a strained look on her cute little face.

“Yeah right. That means I won’t get you all to myself,” she responded jokingly, with a flirtatious raising of her eyebrows. Her friend seemed to blush after that.

“Shit Nat, I gotta go powder my nose. I’ll find you in a bit,” Lynn said, and scurried off. Knowing the habits of some of her co-workers, “powder my nose” could be meant both literally and figuratively.

Natalie walked around the office idly for a bit, stopping for small talk here and there, getting a glass of wine from the lobby, trying to figure out some kind of game plan. The booze did a good job at staving off the worst oh her anxiety, not to mention the general weird atmosphere of “forced fun” that office parties tended to have. Still, she found it difficult to loosen up, and seemed to have lost track of Lynn’s whereabouts.

She found her friend just outside the main entrance to the building, where people would go for fresh air, and others would go to ruin their experience with cigarette smoke. Natalie was not a fan of tobacco, and thankfully, her friend was in the former group.

“Hey Nat! Come here! This is uh… Well, shit.” Her friend seemed to have forgotten the name of the handsome man standing next to her, whose presence Natalie had just noticed. He was about an inch taller than her in her boots, his head topped by slick dark brown hair, and a thin beard that accentuated his chiseled facial features. His broad shoulders were clad in a modest black dress shirt, and on his legs he was wearing a pair of jeans and black leather loafers.

The man smiled, his face lighting up as he extended his right arm, inviting Natalie to a handshake. “I’m Konstantin. You must be Natalie I presume? Lynn here won’t stop talking about you!”

“Oh, it’s all true,” she said with a laugh as she shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Konstantin.” He was so hot. Natalie normally liked her men to be a few inches taller, but there was something about the way their eyes met almost level as he gave her his bright smile, full of confidence. His handshake had been gentle, almost romantic somehow. Natalie could feel herself starting to melt a bit. Well done, Lynn.

The three of them made some small talk out in the fresh evening air, with drinks in their hands. Konstantin worked in sales, and was often out on client calls, which was probably why they hadn’t met at work before. After a little while, Lynn excused herself and went inside, leaving the two of them alone in the midst of small groups of chattering, drunk coworkers.

Natalie found herself at a loss for words. It wasn’t typical of her. This hot guy was just beaming with confidence, something she would usually try to take down a notch or two, but he was so nice and considerate at the same time. He was filling in all the silences with questions about Natalie, seeming genuinely curious about her, and she answered as well as she could with brief statements while she tried to think of what to do next.

“Do you dance?” she asked somewhat awkwardly, as the music inside got louder.

“Love to!” Konstantin responded, still smiling. “Shall we?”

The floor of the lobby had been cleared up, and the “office DJ” was running some tacky playlist on her laptop. It didn’t matter so much. Natalie had two left feet when it came to dancing, and tried to focus on not making a fool out of herself as she tried to make subtle rhythmic moves. Konstantin seemed like a fish in water on the dancefloor. He didn’t do anything extravagant, simply moving his body to the music as if it was second nature to him, constantly beaming with that hot smile of his.

As the night went on, the dancefloor got more crowded, and Natalie got tipsier. She and Konstantin had been moving closer to each other the whole time, and by now, they were just inches away from each other. Anyone who glanced their way could see what was going on, but Natalie didn’t care. People hooked up in the office all the time, and it’s not like she had some virtuous reputation to maintain. She put her arm around his neck and leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

“Let’s get out of here. My place isn’t far.”

Over Konstantin’s shoulder, she could see Lynn standing in the corner of the Lobby, nursing her drink. Natalie felt a little bit guilty about ditching her friend, but the look of approval on Lynn’s face eased her worries.

She leaned back, raising her eyebrows and looking into Konstantin’s light brown eyes with intent. He was biting his lip. His hand found hers, and they walked outside.

The air was electric as the pair stood in Natalie’s dark apartment hallway. Natalie had just closed the door behind them, and was staring at Konstantin’s silhouette as he took off his shoes, letting the outline of his hard body become clearer as her own eyes adjutsed to the lack of lighting. She pulled off her own boots, and stood on the floor in her ankle socks, anticipating this man’s next move.

It came suddenly. With force, he lifted her arms above her head, pressing them against the wall and kissing her passionately. She let out a surprised but excited moan, and tried to grab his head before realizing that her arms were trapped. He let go of her arms and let his ands explore her body all over, clumsily finding their way under her tucked-in blouse, caressing her naked body underneath all the way up to her bra-covered breasts. He squeezed them and dug his fingers under the fabric, trying to find her no doubt rock hard nipples.

Natalie kept her arms above her head in the dark hallway, letting Konstantin explore her body at his leisure. He was pressed up against her, hard, grinding away. The bulge between his legs rubbed against her clit through layers of jeans and underwear, but it was enough to make her want more. She wanted him inside of her, badly now.

Right then, Konstantin stopped, and took a step back. Natalie felt very confused. Was he teasing her? She wouldn’t have any of that, not tonight. Flustered, she groped the wall, searching for the light switch.

Her dark eyes squinted as light flooded the previously dark apartment. Konstantin stood before her, his face glistening with sweat and saliva from their sloppy kisses. He was sucking his lower lip in, hard, while giving her a puzzled look. What was he doing?

“Natalie I… I have kind of a thing I want to do with you, if you don’t mind,” he said after hesitating for many long seconds. The thing had better be to fuck her silly until she passed out from orgasmic pleasure, she thought, giving him a sly and expectant look. A nervous look washed over his face, as he continued hesitating.

Natalie stepped forward, grabbing Konstantin by the hairs at the back of his head gently. She licked her lips and said, “tell me what you want to do to me,” hoping that the command would dispel his nervousness and hesitation.

“I… You’re so hot,” he said, pausing for another few seconds, caressing the side of Natalie’s body up and down. “I’m going to cum in literal seconds if we fuck. Never been good at lasting long. So… I want to do that. I want to cum inside of you, and then eat my cum out of your pussy. It’s… kind of my fetish.”

Natalie interrupted him with another sloppy kiss before he could get too lost in his own thoughts. She had never tried that before, and at the moment, she was hot and horny enough to try just about anything. As long as it meant getting some dick in her. She unzipped his pants and dug his throbbing member out of his boxers. It wasn’t the biggest one she’d ever held, but it was firm and already leaking precum. Her pussy was screaming to be filled up, so she unzipped her own jeans, and resumed her previous position, back against the wall with her hands above her head.

Konstantin didn’t seem to need any further approval. Within a second, he was back to ravishing her, kissing her neck, hands going all over the place. Her blouse became unbuttoned, and her bra unclasped, while her pants and wet panties slid down to her ankles. She moaned and reached down for his erect cock, jerking it faster and faster.

He put one of his legs in between hers, spreading them apart as far as the elasticity of the pants around her ankles would allow for. They shared another sloppy kiss, tongues twirling around each other, as his cock slid easily up and all the way into Natalie’s eager, dripping wet pussy. She could feel it bottom as her throbbing clit pressed against his hard pelvis, tickled by his recently trimmed pubic hairs.

With his hands firmly grabbing her hips, Konstantin started fucking her, making sure her pussy got to feel the whole length of his cock, as he slammed hard against her clit with each thrust. Natalie gasped continuously, mimicking the rhythm of his thrusts. Their foreheads were touching, and they made intense eye contact.

As he had promised, Konstantin’s orgasm came quickly, after ten or so thrusts. His face scrunched up, and he grunted loudly, as his throbbing cock spilled load after load of hot cum into Natalie’s pussy. She instinctively felt a bit disappointed, as she usually did when her partner came well before she was anywhere close herself. But then, she remembered the rest of his promise, and waited excitedly for his orgasm to subside.

When it did, he pulled his dick out out of her, carefully replacing it with a hand, making sure to not let his seed spill out of her too much. Some of it was already dripping down her naked legs. She was a proper mess. Teary eyed, and with saliva glistening around her mouth. Her blouse was fully unbuttoned, and her unclasped bra was hanging around her neck like an albatross from an old poem. Konstantin’s face was beaming. This was clearly his favorite part.

Natalie didn’t bother adjusting anything about herself in her current state. She simply kicked her pants and panties to the side, strode on sock-clad feet into the living room, blouse and bra still clinging to her upper body, and lied down with her back half on the couch, legs spread as wide as she could manage, a hand holding the hot cum inside her pussy. She motioned for Konstantin to get down between her legs and get to work, as he had promised.

He wasted no time. Within seconds, he was on his knees between her glistening legs, lapping away at Natalie’s cum drenched pussy with his eager tongue, making sure not to waste a drop of his own cum or her plentiful juices that it had mixed with. “Oh fuck,” Natalie exclaimed without even thinking. This was so hot. Maybe she should make all guys clean her out like this if they wanted to cum inside her? She finally knew why guys liked to put their fingers in her mouth after rubbing her pussy.

Konstantin was, if possible, enjoying himself even more than she was. He was going wild, moaning and grunting, kissing the inside of her thighs and leaving big hickeys when he wasn’t pressing his tongue between her pussy lips, making sure not to miss a single drop. With the way Natalie’s juices were flowing, he would never be finished. That was fine, she could do this all night.

She was pinching and tweaking her nipples hard, moaning like the slut she loved to be, when she almost passed out from a jolt of pleasure emanating from her clit. Konstantin had sucked it into his mouth like a vacuum, and was skilfully flicking his tongue against it in just the right rhythm. Natalie lost her breath as she started squirming, her body contorting on its own, legs wrapping around Konstantin’s neck to force his face into her. Her thighs were pressed together so tightly that she was sure that he was suffocating, but that was a price she was willing to pay.

The orgasm washed over her like a tsunami. It was so intense. Her thighs squeezed up so hard that she was scared of accidentally killing Konstantin. Waves of pleasure conquered her body as she lost control. She squirmed around, starting to glide off the couch as her juices flowed, giving Konstantin more and more cum, even though it wasn’t his own.

She came to, lying on the floor, a naked, quivering mess. Above her was the hot guy from the office party. His face was beaming again, almost looking proud of what he had done.

by Traumseele for Literotica.

Natalie: Office Party.

Natalie goes to a work party, and hooks up with a hot guy.

by Traumseele. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The office kitchen was somewhat cramped. A wall of microwaves, a couple of fridges, and a counter with two sinks was meant to satisfy the luncheon needs of the two-hundred-odd people who worked at this branch of Rodow-Mills Ltd., the corporation for which Natalie worked in purchasing. She was sat a round table, eating out of a box of noodles she had gotten from a takeout place in the neighborhood.

“Are you gonna wear that tonight?”

The question came from the short-haired woman seated next to Natalie. Lynn, her best girl friend and confidant at work since a long time back. There wasn’t that much contrast between the two, they were very much alike in both looks and manners. Women of medium height, with dark brown hair and eyes, dressed in “business casual” which meant jeans, a blouse, and black leather ankle boots. The main difference between them was in their hair, Natalie’s was curly and shoulder-length, while Lynn always kept it short and straight. Lynn also lacked Natalie’s prominent breasts, being almost flat chested, something she was sure was a common conversation topic among the guys at work.

“Why not?” Natalie responded. “It’s an office party. Not like I have any new impressions to make.” It was true. Her job was fairly routine. She knew everybody in her department, and everyone worth knowing outside of it. “Unless you want me to slut up for a night on the town afterwards?”

Lynn giggled. “I’m just teasing. You look great as always, Nat.” The short-haired woman took a sip of water from her glass. “I’m just thinking about… you know. I kind of want to hook up with somebody. I haven’t done that at work before. Feels like something I should cross off my list at some point, if I had one I mean.” She took another sip. “Don’t get me wrong but you’re a lot more experienced here than I am. Got any beginner tips?”

At first, Natalie felt a bit weirded out by that last comment, but then she realized that Lynn would never judge her for being a “slut” at work, and probably just wanted in on the action. She gave her friend a coy, thoughtful smile. “I don’t really know what to say that, Lynn!” she responded with a hearty laugh.

Her friend kept sipping water. She seemed nervous, for some mysterious reason. “Come on. You know it’s true. I want to be just like you, Nat!” The last bit came out with a heavy dose of sarcasm.

“Let’s just enjoy the free booze and try to avoid the annoying people. You’re gonna be fine. Besides, if one of these polo-wearing golfer guys were to try to steal you away from me, I would probably have to beat him up,” Natalie responded half-jokingly. Lynn was a real cutie, but Natalie just wasn’t into women in that way, even though she would often masturbate to them. That was different though, women were just sexier than men. Didn’t mean she was gay, not that she had any problem with that.

The rest of the working day before the party went by as usual. Natalie sat in her cubicle, sending out purchasing emails and handing invoices over to payments. But mostly, she was just trying to pass time and look busy whenever somebody walked past. She had been to plenty of office parties, at this job and previous ones, and these things just didn’t make her nervous anymore. She felt like she could already predict all that was going to happen that night. Free drinks, some speeches from upper management, maybe a forced “team building” activity or two, but most importantly, free drinks.

Her friend’s comment about her slutty work habits had bothered her a bit. Not because Lynn thought her to be a slut, she knew that she did and that was great, but rather quite the opposite. In truth, she hadn’t really been hooking up with any co-workers lately. That was a frequent activity in her mid twenties, but in recent years, the dull routine and general feeling of alienation at the office had pretty much turned off her sexuality completely in that environment. Maybe it was time to live up to her friend’s image of her? Not only was it a matter of principle, the prospect was also kind of exciting to her despite where she was at the moment, trapped in a grey cubicle.

“Hey Nat, they got a new coffee maker downstairs. You have just got to check it out!”

The cheerful voice was Diego, a tall, skinny, good-natured man with short black hair, olive skin, and a constant worried look in his eyes. He had appeared at the entrance to Natalie’s cubicle to share some minor news about the office, as he often did. It was a welcome break to the dullness of the average day, she thought. Diego was a nice guy, always happy and helpful, and the two of them had formed a bit of a workplace bond over the last couple of years. Doing small favors for each other here and there, spending breaks together, having coffee.

“You know what? I might just do exactly that. Wanna come?” she responded, and Diego’s face lit up. She whisked her mug off of her desk, and got up from her chair onto her leather booted feet. Their 2-inch heels made barely any noise as the two of them walked across the wall-to-wall carpet that covered the floor of the cubicle farm, heading for the stairwell.

“So… How are things?” Natalie didn’t have to specify the “things” she was asking him about. It was a bit of a sensitive topic, so she didn’t want to bring it up too directly. Diego had recently gone through a divorce, and was now adjusting to life as a bachelor again. It was difficult, as he had been married for a long time, and his meek, super-nice-guy manners weren’t especially suited for living it up as a single in the city, she thought. Nevertheless, the divorce hadn’t changed him much, at least not on the surface. He continued to be nice and cheerful, always notifying Natalie of “exciting” new happenings around the office, but she could tell it was bothering him.

“Oh you know… Getting used to it. Got everything set up in my new apartment. It’s a real bachelor pad, haha. Hey, there’s the new coffee maker.” He didn’t seem to enjoy the subject matter very much, so Natalie decided not to bring it up again, for now.

As Diego had pointed out, they had arrived at the awesome new coffee maker in the downstairs break room. There was nothing special about it at all, as far as Natalie could tell. There was a holder for your mug, and the usual array of buttons for selecting the type of coffee you wanted the thing to fill it up with. It didn’t really matter. A cup of coffee with Diego in the break room was always a nice and welcome distraction. They both knew that the “new coffee machine” was just an excuse to spend some idle minutes together, getting away from the daily grind. And so they filled up their cups, and took seats at a small round table.

“Looking forward to the party?” Natalie asked, half-sarcastically. Diego was as much a fan of mandatory corporate fun as anybody else, she knew, and he especially didn’t like big booze-fuelled parties. They made him feel anxious, he had confided in her once.

“You know me,” he responded casually, taking a big sip of coffee. “I’m the party animal around here.” He put the cup down with a somewhat dejected smile, as if part of him wished for that statement to be true. “I’ll stick around for a drink, make sure management notices my attendance, and then sneak out at my first opportunity before things get too rowdy. Got plenty of things to set up in my new place, anyway.”

Diego looked wistful, and Natalie felt pity for him. It got worse when he tried to cover up his anxiety with a forced smile. Maybe she could convince him to stay, even help him find somebody to hook up with? Lynn was certainly in the mood, but Natalie had no idea whether he was her type or not. She didn’t really know anything about her dating history, though Lynn knew all about hers, somehow. Besides, convincing him to stay at a loud, booze-drenched office party would be about as easy as convincing water to stop being wet. She dismissed the idea.

A few hours later, the party kicked off. Most off the staff had gathered in the lobby for an exciting speech about the branch’s promising future by their local chief of operations, and Natalie was already tipsy from the welcome drink. Something fruity, with booze in it. She didn’t bother to find out more details.

A delivery driver had dropped off boxes of pizzas and assorted snacks, which had been opened and left on a counter. A transparent fridge had been stocked to the brim with bottles of beer and wine, and a makeshift “bar” had been set up in the corner of the lobby for mixing cocktails. There, one could find the usual assortment of rum, gin, vodka, various mixers, and more. It would be her next stop when the speech was over, Natalie decided.

When the half-hearted applause died down and the music started, she made her way over to the cocktail bar. There was no use being sober at an occasion like this one, so it was time to get herself a gin & tonic, or something equally strong. A small group of people with the same idea had gathered nearby. Thankfully, Lynn was also there, and so Natalie snuck up on her and embraced her from behind.

“Hey there sexy,” she said, jokingly imitating a deep, masculine voice, as her arms wrapped around Lynn from behind, meeting just below her chest. Lucky girl, she never had to wear a bra, Natalie thought, as her own breasts burrowed themselves into her girl friend’s back.

A startled Lynn let out an exhasperated sigh, grabbing on to Natalie’s arms as if to tear them off of her, but stopping right as her fingers grasped around them, holding them in place. “Oh hi there,” she responded, turning her head to give Natalie a playful peck on the cheek, after which she wrestled herself free. “Booze?” she asked.

“Booze,” Natalie replied matter-of-factly.

The two friends walked up to the bar, picking out a couple of sizeable plastic cups, and filled them both up with gin and tonic. Getting too sloshed too early at an office party was always a bad idea, so they kept the gin-to-tonic ratio low enough to still give them a decent buzz.

“Talked to any hot guys yet?” Lynn asked eagerly.

“Not yet… Need to get in the mood first. This office has a habit of drying me up like a desert down there.”

Lynn giggled. “I know what you mean.” She took a big sip of her drink.

“Unless you have any leads for me?” Natalie asked her friend, who got a strained look on her cute little face.

“Yeah right. That means I won’t get you all to myself,” she responded jokingly, with a flirtatious raising of her eyebrows. Her friend seemed to blush after that.

“Shit Nat, I gotta go powder my nose. I’ll find you in a bit,” Lynn said, and scurried off. Knowing the habits of some of her co-workers, “powder my nose” could be meant both literally and figuratively.

Natalie walked around the office idly for a bit, stopping for small talk here and there, getting a glass of wine from the lobby, trying to figure out some kind of game plan. The booze did a good job at staving off the worst oh her anxiety, not to mention the general weird atmosphere of “forced fun” that office parties tended to have. Still, she found it difficult to loosen up, and seemed to have lost track of Lynn’s whereabouts.

She found her friend just outside the main entrance to the building, where people would go for fresh air, and others would go to ruin their experience with cigarette smoke. Natalie was not a fan of tobacco, and thankfully, her friend was in the former group.

“Hey Nat! Come here! This is uh… Well, shit.” Her friend seemed to have forgotten the name of the handsome man standing next to her, whose presence Natalie had just noticed. He was about an inch taller than her in her boots, his head topped by slick dark brown hair, and a thin beard that accentuated his chiseled facial features. His broad shoulders were clad in a modest black dress shirt, and on his legs he was wearing a pair of jeans and black leather loafers.

The man smiled, his face lighting up as he extended his right arm, inviting Natalie to a handshake. “I’m Konstantin. You must be Natalie I presume? Lynn here won’t stop talking about you!”

“Oh, it’s all true,” she said with a laugh as she shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Konstantin.” He was so hot. Natalie normally liked her men to be a few inches taller, but there was something about the way their eyes met almost level as he gave her his bright smile, full of confidence. His handshake had been gentle, almost romantic somehow. Natalie could feel herself starting to melt a bit. Well done, Lynn.

The three of them made some small talk out in the fresh evening air, with drinks in their hands. Konstantin worked in sales, and was often out on client calls, which was probably why they hadn’t met at work before. After a little while, Lynn excused herself and went inside, leaving the two of them alone in the midst of small groups of chattering, drunk coworkers.

Natalie found herself at a loss for words. It wasn’t typical of her. This hot guy was just beaming with confidence, something she would usually try to take down a notch or two, but he was so nice and considerate at the same time. He was filling in all the silences with questions about Natalie, seeming genuinely curious about her, and she answered as well as she could with brief statements while she tried to think of what to do next.

“Do you dance?” she asked somewhat awkwardly, as the music inside got louder.

“Love to!” Konstantin responded, still smiling. “Shall we?”

The floor of the lobby had been cleared up, and the “office DJ” was running some tacky playlist on her laptop. It didn’t matter so much. Natalie had two left feet when it came to dancing, and tried to focus on not making a fool out of herself as she tried to make subtle rhythmic moves. Konstantin seemed like a fish in water on the dancefloor. He didn’t do anything extravagant, simply moving his body to the music as if it was second nature to him, constantly beaming with that hot smile of his.

As the night went on, the dancefloor got more crowded, and Natalie got tipsier. She and Konstantin had been moving closer to each other the whole time, and by now, they were just inches away from each other. Anyone who glanced their way could see what was going on, but Natalie didn’t care. People hooked up in the office all the time, and it’s not like she had some virtuous reputation to maintain. She put her arm around his neck and leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

“Let’s get out of here. My place isn’t far.”

Over Konstantin’s shoulder, she could see Lynn standing in the corner of the Lobby, nursing her drink. Natalie felt a little bit guilty about ditching her friend, but the look of approval on Lynn’s face eased her worries.

She leaned back, raising her eyebrows and looking into Konstantin’s light brown eyes with intent. He was biting his lip. His hand found hers, and they walked outside.

The air was electric as the pair stood in Natalie’s dark apartment hallway. Natalie had just closed the door behind them, and was staring at Konstantin’s silhouette as he took off his shoes, letting the outline of his hard body become clearer as her own eyes adjutsed to the lack of lighting. She pulled off her own boots, and stood on the floor in her ankle socks, anticipating this man’s next move.

It came suddenly. With force, he lifted her arms above her head, pressing them against the wall and kissing her passionately. She let out a surprised but excited moan, and tried to grab his head before realizing that her arms were trapped. He let go of her arms and let his ands explore her body all over, clumsily finding their way under her tucked-in blouse, caressing her naked body underneath all the way up to her bra-covered breasts. He squeezed them and dug his fingers under the fabric, trying to find her no doubt rock hard nipples.

Natalie kept her arms above her head in the dark hallway, letting Konstantin explore her body at his leisure. He was pressed up against her, hard, grinding away. The bulge between his legs rubbed against her clit through layers of jeans and underwear, but it was enough to make her want more. She wanted him inside of her, badly now.

Right then, Konstantin stopped, and took a step back. Natalie felt very confused. Was he teasing her? She wouldn’t have any of that, not tonight. Flustered, she groped the wall, searching for the light switch.

Her dark eyes squinted as light flooded the previously dark apartment. Konstantin stood before her, his face glistening with sweat and saliva from their sloppy kisses. He was sucking his lower lip in, hard, while giving her a puzzled look. What was he doing?

“Natalie I… I have kind of a thing I want to do with you, if you don’t mind,” he said after hesitating for many long seconds. The thing had better be to fuck her silly until she passed out from orgasmic pleasure, she thought, giving him a sly and expectant look. A nervous look washed over his face, as he continued hesitating.

Natalie stepped forward, grabbing Konstantin by the hairs at the back of his head gently. She licked her lips and said, “tell me what you want to do to me,” hoping that the command would dispel his nervousness and hesitation.

“I… You’re so hot,” he said, pausing for another few seconds, caressing the side of Natalie’s body up and down. “I’m going to cum in literal seconds if we fuck. Never been good at lasting long. So… I want to do that. I want to cum inside of you, and then eat my cum out of your pussy. It’s… kind of my fetish.”

Natalie interrupted him with another sloppy kiss before he could get too lost in his own thoughts. She had never tried that before, and at the moment, she was hot and horny enough to try just about anything. As long as it meant getting some dick in her. She unzipped his pants and dug his throbbing member out of his boxers. It wasn’t the biggest one she’d ever held, but it was firm and already leaking precum. Her pussy was screaming to be filled up, so she unzipped her own jeans, and resumed her previous position, back against the wall with her hands above her head.

Konstantin didn’t seem to need any further approval. Within a second, he was back to ravishing her, kissing her neck, hands going all over the place. Her blouse became unbuttoned, and her bra unclasped, while her pants and wet panties slid down to her ankles. She moaned and reached down for his erect cock, jerking it faster and faster.

He put one of his legs in between hers, spreading them apart as far as the elasticity of the pants around her ankles would allow for. They shared another sloppy kiss, tongues twirling around each other, as his cock slid easily up and all the way into Natalie’s eager, dripping wet pussy. She could feel it bottom as her throbbing clit pressed against his hard pelvis, tickled by his recently trimmed pubic hairs.

With his hands firmly grabbing her hips, Konstantin started fucking her, making sure her pussy got to feel the whole length of his cock, as he slammed hard against her clit with each thrust. Natalie gasped continuously, mimicking the rhythm of his thrusts. Their foreheads were touching, and they made intense eye contact.

As he had promised, Konstantin’s orgasm came quickly, after ten or so thrusts. His face scrunched up, and he grunted loudly, as his throbbing cock spilled load after load of hot cum into Natalie’s pussy. She instinctively felt a bit disappointed, as she usually did when her partner came well before she was anywhere close herself. But then, she remembered the rest of his promise, and waited excitedly for his orgasm to subside.

When it did, he pulled his dick out out of her, carefully replacing it with a hand, making sure to not let his seed spill out of her too much. Some of it was already dripping down her naked legs. She was a proper mess. Teary eyed, and with saliva glistening around her mouth. Her blouse was fully unbuttoned, and her unclasped bra was hanging around her neck like an albatross from an old poem. Konstantin’s face was beaming. This was clearly his favorite part.

Natalie didn’t bother adjusting anything about herself in her current state. She simply kicked her pants and panties to the side, strode on sock-clad feet into the living room, blouse and bra still clinging to her upper body, and lied down with her back half on the couch, legs spread as wide as she could manage, a hand holding the hot cum inside her pussy. She motioned for Konstantin to get down between her legs and get to work, as he had promised.

He wasted no time. Within seconds, he was on his knees between her glistening legs, lapping away at Natalie’s cum drenched pussy with his eager tongue, making sure not to waste a drop of his own cum or her plentiful juices that it had mixed with. “Oh fuck,” Natalie exclaimed without even thinking. This was so hot. Maybe she should make all guys clean her out like this if they wanted to cum inside her? She finally knew why guys liked to put their fingers in her mouth after rubbing her pussy.

Konstantin was, if possible, enjoying himself even more than she was. He was going wild, moaning and grunting, kissing the inside of her thighs and leaving big hickeys when he wasn’t pressing his tongue between her pussy lips, making sure not to miss a single drop. With the way Natalie’s juices were flowing, he would never be finished. That was fine, she could do this all night.

She was pinching and tweaking her nipples hard, moaning like the slut she loved to be, when she almost passed out from a jolt of pleasure emanating from her clit. Konstantin had sucked it into his mouth like a vacuum, and was skilfully flicking his tongue against it in just the right rhythm. Natalie lost her breath as she started squirming, her body contorting on its own, legs wrapping around Konstantin’s neck to force his face into her. Her thighs were pressed together so tightly that she was sure that he was suffocating, but that was a price she was willing to pay.

The orgasm washed over her like a tsunami. It was so intense. Her thighs squeezed up so hard that she was scared of accidentally killing Konstantin. Waves of pleasure conquered her body as she lost control. She squirmed around, starting to glide off the couch as her juices flowed, giving Konstantin more and more cum, even though it wasn’t his own.

She came to, lying on the floor, a naked, quivering mess. Above her was the hot guy from the office party. His face was beaming again, almost looking proud of what he had done.

by Traumseele for Literotica.

Prudence Plundered – A Victorian Master takes charge of his prim and proper wife.

By Ian56. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

In 19th century London, Henry Chambers was a man of note and some means. Left a not inconsiderable estate by his late father, he had speculated wisely in the city and had become a respected authority on the whims and fate of the money markets. Such was his status; his advice was sought from wide and far on all matters related to the pursuit of wealth and financial contentment.

He lived in a resplendent mansion in one of the most fashionable areas of Westminster where he indulged his public passions for art and fine literature. At the age of 50, he considered himself most satisfied with his lot and was able to look upon the years of his life with justifiable pride at his endeavors. His social standing had increased measurably due to his marriage some 20 years previously to Prudence, his dear love, whom he had been introduced to by one of his clients at a New Year’s Eve gala. Prudence had been the third daughter of the famous Fitzpatrick dynasty who had made their name in the early 1840’s as mineral traders and importers. For Henry Chambers it was love at first sight but his attentions had at first been met with a dry indifference by the handsome Miss Prudence who bore her airs and graces with a lofty distain, and it was not without some serious wooing and courtship on his part did he finally win her hand and agree to become his wife.

Three daughters and two decades later, she was still a remarkably attractive filly whose abundant charms had grown even more impressive with age and no man felt as proud as Henry Chambers did with such a jewel on his arm when out socializing in polite respectable society.

To polite society they presented themselves as a loving devoted couple but for Henry, beneath this nods and smiles, he nurtured a deep dark secret that even his dear wife knew nothing about..

“Avast wench,” said Henry, heroically. “I sense the shiver of lust cursing through thy bones I do. But fear not for I am the one to satisfy the aching of thy hairy damp pit with my trusty weapon. Take it out I say,” he bellowed, standing bare-chested with his hands on his hips. “Take out my emboldened cock for it is the deliverer of your salvation and redemption!”

At his feet, Bessie, his number two scullery maid, clasped her hands together in rapt but pleading forgiveness. At his command, she reached up and began to tug and undo the laces at the front of his breeches.

“Oh, Sir!” she exclaimed, her exposed bosom quivering in the flickering candle light most impressively. “Have mercy on a mere serving girl Sir for I am naught but a slave to these wanton desires of which I have no sense. Such sinful words are a torment Sir, a torment!”

“Sinful?” snorted Henry. “I shall have you know there is no finer word for a gentleman’s member than Cock!” He thrust his hips forward to impress his point. “What else do you know such a thing by wench?”

Bessie, her curly red hair cascading over her sweet natured face, grunted with frustration as she tugged on her masters entwined laces, her eyes fixed on his obvious arousal beneath the cloth. “For shame Sir, tis innocent I be and only know such sinful names from the station I keep and from those that wallow in the gutter below.”

Her face was purple from her efforts until, with a final pull, the laces came free and the front of his breeches sprang open. She gasped despite herself as his bloated deep crimson headed penis slithered and unfurled before her flushed face. Its mass expanding outrageously to reveal a most huge and impressive weapon that had her gasping in high heat and desire. She looked up at him with wide eyes as he stood leering lewdly down. “That Sir,” she gasped in wonder. “Is a prick the like of which I have nay seen and a prick that strikes fear into the well of my cunt so it does.”

Henry grabbed his lolling cock. “I like prick. The vulgarity of such a nasty word is worthy of an occasion such as this lass. I intend to take this prick of mine and spear and plunge deeply into that juicy cunt that lays waiting between your firm thighs. Do you expect any less, wench?” His right hand was gently stroking his tumescence and the quivers of ecstasy were sweeping from his groin to his toes and back again. At each up stroke his spare skin withered and unfurled with greater abandon as the head of his organ began to leak his pre-spend.

“No Sir,” shivered the maid, her face aflame with her heaving lust. “Though my faint heart flutters at the prospect of such a tight cunty as my own being invaded by such a weeping monster I shall bear its sweet agony with resolve and duty.”

She reached up and grasped his veined cock in her slim right hand, her fingers barely able to circumvent its pulsing fatness. Her mouth was dry and her desire urged her to taste his meat. “Sir,” she said hesitantly as she rubbed the underside of his magnificence with her thumb. “I fear my need is becoming overwhelming and its constant whisper begs that I ask you the favor of feeding your prick into my mouth for me to suck on without shame.”

Henry felt his heavy under hanging balls tighten in their hairy sac at the lascivious nature of her words. The thought of his comely maid devouring his outsized cock was one to savor for, alas, T’was only under such circumstance as their clandestine meetings whilst his dear wife was away that such a pleasure be upon him.

He frowned inwardly at the merest glimmer of his wife for even though he loved her passionately she was cautiously high strung and the very idea of anything more than straight forward love-making was abhorrent to her whiles. Heaven forbid he so much as suggested she pleasure him with her sweet mouth!

The frustration he felt at her lack of adventure had lain heavy upon him for all of their marriage. His pursuit of this adventure had found him cast between the firm thighs of his scullery maid who had no such hesitation in joining him in seeking pleasures of the flesh. Indeed, she had suggested and encouraged him on such dark travels that even made him gape at their outrageous landscapes. If only his wife had the merest hint at such mischief and want.

His mind drifted as he considered his dear heart on her knees before him, begging to take his staff between her lips and to suck out his thick creamy spend. The stuff dreams are made of he mused. Egad, he wished for nothing more than to ravish Prudence with eager abandon and have her panting beneath him like a bitch on heat, urging him on to fuck the ripe bulb of her vagina with all his might.

Bessie glanced up as she fisted her Masters Iron rod. His eyes were closed and he swayed slightly in rhythm to the pleasure of her ministrations. She knew that look for he had spoken idly with her after their exertions had ceased about his frustration and regret. Her Mistress was a sore old fish she thought. Blessed with good looks and a fine figure she was to all intents and purpose primrose, stuff and duty with naught in between. Bessie could only imagine her frigid nature in bed. T’was no surprise her employer sought comfort in the arms of another.

His bloated angry cock head was nigh kissing her lips and in that moment she knew it was her duty to ease his frustration. Shifting forward slightly, she opened her mouth as wide as possible and slipped her stretched lips over his pulsing bulge and down over his shaft until she felt his mushroom butt the back of her throat. The smell and taste teased her senses as she began to draw back and suck deeply on his organ. The sucking of cock was to her a delight, a dirty devilish deed that warmed her soul for she knew she was skilled and the pleasure it would bring in its wake. She smiled at the sound of his sigh and lowered her head again as she sucked his prick to her hearts content.

In her small room, the oak creaked and groaned as Henry forced his rigid cock into the maid’s succulent cunt as he held her face down over the end of the bed. Deeper he plunged until the neck of his organ slapped wetly against the petals of her orifice which clung eagerly to his girth as if trying to capture its thrust and never let go. The pleasure washed over them in warm wafts as the heat of their fucking grew steadily to a crescendo that had them both grunting and crying out loud. The room bore witness to the depths of their lust and the insanity of their passion.

“Take my fucking cock wench,” hissed Henry as he speared her again and again. His appendage was glistening with his pre-spend and her copious seepage now that the climax was near. “Thy swollen twat shall be sore for a week once I have had my way with you Bessie.”

Bessie scrabbled at the bedclothes feeling his tumescence crest deep within her belly. Her poor cunty felt over stuffed with cock and the ecstasy was so never ending she feared she might faint at its joys. “Oh Sir,” she gabbled. “Again. Again. Punish my poor cunty with your huge prick. Tis wonderful. Oh Sir! I can feel another climax building within. Fuck me Sir!”

The plain oak bed creaked and groaned louder.

Henry stared down at his mount, leering at the sight of her full arse wobbling from between the confines of her tugged open white bloomers. His feverish hands reached under her to grasp and kneed each full and impressive tit that had over spilled from the top of her starched blouse. He pinched each swollen teat making her shriek then moan with painful pleasure. He jabbed his cock into her again thus lifting her off her feet and held her against him as he flexed the muscles in his firm backside.

For a man of his years, he was still in fine shape and built for stamina. He slithered slowly out of her cunt making her whimper and claw at his naked thighs. Before the next thrust he gave her pale arse a firm slap that made her yelp in surprise. He grinned. Unknown to her, he had come across a book that detailed how the matter of pain by deed of flagellation or spanking was one which was being much discussed in secret society as a means of further sexual exploration, and it was one he was most interested in discovering with his pretty 19 year old maid at a future date.

But that would be for another time. The matter at hand was to slake his lust before his wife got home!

Bessie stood over the small bowl and began to wipe between her thighs with the damp cloth. She winced slightly for her well poked vagina was blistered and sore from its vigorous shafting by her employers cock. She could feel his spend seeping from between her flower and she shook her head with a smile for the amount of his cum was a never ending surprise. Behind her, he stood fastening his breeches and making himself decent again. She realized his wife would be home soon and it was with sly female knowing that she had eased his need before she got back. Her Mistress would benefit from a good night’s sleep this night no doubt. Though that was but a small victory for she had learned through servant gossip that the pair rarely indulged in marital bliss these days. She felt a slight pinch of regret for him. Mayhap she should offer a word or two.

“Have I pleased you, Sir?” she asked.

He looked at her. “As always Bessie,” he smiled. “I can walk in society now without feeling as if the frustration of my cock weighs heavily like a ball and chain.”

Bessie smiled. “I be glad, Sir.” She paused and bit her lip. Should she be so bold? Her station was only to listen and obey after all. But he had loved her nearly a dozen times now and perhaps he would consider her opinion. “Sir, if I may?”

He stood at the door to her quarters. “Yes?”

Bessie looked at him. “My mamma always told me never to be untrue to one self. In life, one has to live as if each day is the last and the day should be lived as if twas the last day. Do not let frustration spoil that last day with regret Sir.”

Henry looked at his servant. A moment of understanding passed between them until he opened the door and quietly left.

Dinner was served at eight o'clock sharp.

At one end of the long table sat Henry and at the other end, his wife, Prudence, who fiddled with the food on her plate as she was wont to do. Henry looked at her as he idly swilled the wine in his half empty glass. Their conversation was one sided and she chatted away about this and that, and how her day had gone. Dressed in a lace blouse whose frills danced around the crown of her neck, a sensible cut of pleated black ankle length skirt and strapped black knee boots, she looked as ravishing as ever to his gaze. At forty three years and the bearer of his three children, she had lost none of the vitality and beauty that had clasped his heart all those decades ago. He took another sip of wine and felt a familiar stirring in his loins. Despite the events of this afternoon he still felt the pang of desire whenever he looked at his wife. E gads, why did she have to be so willful and disinterested in the physical side of their marriage?!

“and I said we would be delighted and honored to attend your ball.”

Henry blinked. “What?”

Prudence put down her fork and looked at him in that way she had that made him feel slightly guilty. She dabbed the napkin over her full perfect lips. “Really dearest, I swear you look as if your head is in the clouds again. I was saying, Lady Fabisham has invited us to her winter bash on the 16th of December. I told her we would be delighted to attend such a society event. Everyone of worth shall be there. With good fortune, you may be able to charm some new business contacts and opportunities. By the by, I shall need a new frock for such an occasion for one must keep up appearances in such company. A small increase in my allowance is agreeable I’m sure. Heavens, I can’t wait!”

Henry pursed his lips, deep in thought for her words drifted in one ear and out the other. There were so many balls, galas, invites to this and that these days that to his mind they all merged into one unedifying mass of time wasted. He had more important things on his mind this night. He took another sip from his glass and waited for the moment when they would retire to their bedchambers later that evening.

Prudence stood before the long mirror in their bedroom unpinning her long and lustrous auburn hair. She could see her husband’s reflection as he leaned against the door watching her with the glass of wine still in his hand. For a brief moment she shivered for she knew his moods and the sound of his silence. Oh good grief, was that pesky male urge upon him again? She gave her head a shake and her hair bloomed around her porcelain face. No matter. She was tired from her shopping trip and needed her rest. A word of desist would suffice as it always did. Once every month was more than enough for such base encounters she reasoned. The last thing she wanted was to bear another child unto the world. No, Henry would just have to be satisfied with his lot in life.

Henry continued to stare at his undressing spouse who had let the black skirt fall to gather at her feet. His jaw steeled as he watched her bend over to pick the garment up thus revealing to his gaze her spectacularly broad bloomered bottom.

“The last day with regret.” said the voice in his head.

His maid was right. What noble deed was he following? He was head of the household and had rights because of that fact. His mouth felt dry despite the wine. Those rights included the say over his spouse and family. His wife should be beholden only unto him and at the behest of his requirements both emotionally and physically.

All his adult life he had been sworn by this sense of husbandly duty and had always submitted to her every whim both in public and private. That she was overt in public was of no import but her dismissal of his urges in private was a nagging boil that he now needed to lance

He downed the last of the wine and placed the empty glass on the table. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to the side of the large double bed where his wife was slipping the nightgown over her head.

At the sound of his approach, Prudence turned around, unable to see her husband for she was still enshrouded under her night garment. “Henry, can you turn out the light dearest and help me with this infuriating thing.”

Henry ignored her, grasped her upper arms and lifted her off her feet. Hidden, he could hear her gasp with surprise before beginning to struggle.

“Henry, what are you?”

Henry kept silent. He carried her to the foot of the bed and dropped her face down, keeping a hand firmly in the small of her back to keep her in place. With his other, he reached up and tugged away the nightgown.

Prudence twisted her head to look over her left shoulder. Her face was a blushing mask of surprised indignation. Just what did he think he was doing? He had better stop playing games and let her up forthwith or else! Her furious alarm rose when she felt his free hand clasp the buttons which held the backside of her bloomers together. What? Was he possessed? Had he lost his mind? She writhed harder. That what he wanted was obvious by his very manner but it was most certainly not something she wanted right now!

“Henry, dearest, please, you have to let me up,” she gasped as she felt him tugging the second button free. “Look, this is not fair. Dearest husband, you should keep thy urges for when I am agreeable for such a thing. I am tired, give me a few days and I promise you shall have your way, once!”

A third button slipped undone. The deep crack of her bottom peeked from the widening gap making him more determined to follow his instinct. After tonight, his lovely wife would know who was master in this household and if he wanted to submit to his desires she would have no choice in the matter. Between his thighs he could feel his penis strain for release from its confines. His lusty gaze fell to his wife’s increasingly exposed backside and swallowed hard. He was determined to teach her there was more to fucking than poking her cunty. The shadow of her secret crack was deep and long. No, tonight it wasn’t her cunty that was going to take the length of his abundant cock. His desire mounted as the last button slipped free and the stretched cloth of her undergarment split wide to set free her glorious arse in all its abundant magnificence.

Prudence felt the cool air caress her now bare bottom. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she gasped as she felt his hand suddenly fondling both pale cheeks. This was intolerable! What gave him the right to do with her person as he wished? Used to getting her own way, she drummed her feet on the floor with a mixture of outrage and fear that her husband could be so, so, unreasonable!

“Henry,” she muttered. “Stop or else I shall be very, very cross with you!”

Her husband ignored her threat and grabbed the abundant flesh of her bottom harder. And what a fine bottom it was indeed. So very full and inviting for any man who wished to cast aside his morals for the pleasures awaiting him. He grimaced for his cock was most insistent on its need to be set free from its confines and to seek that which it hungered for.

“Henry, are you listening?”

“Be quiet wife,” he interrupted. “I shall not countenance your demands or excuses anymore. From this moment, you will obey my every word when matters of the flesh are in my thoughts. You shall be agreeable to my needs as a loving husband and physical man. Do you understand Prudence?”

His wife lay motionless face down on the bed as she considered his terms. He still held both her hands in his at the base of her spine so escape was not an option. Her husband was determined no doubt to extract whatever due he felt was necessary from her person and there was nay anything she could do to prevent such an event!

“I understand perfectly well, husband,” she replied coldly. “Tis not oft I say the pleasure is mine and this moment shall it be even less. Do as you will Henry for I submit to your whim as needs must. Indeed, once this penetration is over then tis normal we shall return and the sooner the better I think.” Resigned, she shifted her hips into a more accommodating position for her husband to spear her sex. Despite her graces, she still felt a shiver from experience their past love-making did have faint pleasures, though being a woman of repute she suffered such simple delights with reserve and kept her true emotions hidden. It was unseemly to appear so wanton even in the privacy of ones chambers even unto her mate in life. Until now, Henry was not a man to let his lust rule his head and after the birth of their children, his ardor had settled into a particular routine. Until now..

Prudence felt a stirring behind her. Henry was unbuttoning his breeches no doubt and releasing his manhood from its confines. A sudden flush colored her cheeks for the thought of his organ was one which sometimes caught her unawares during idle day dreaming. Brief glimpses caught in the low light of a candle as he slipped beneath the blankets and settled between her firm white thighs. The prodding of its swollen head seeking her wet Venus before the first deep thrust which made the world turn on its axis and the breath catch in her throat. Such a thrust seemed always never ending until the base of his member slapped against the stretched clasp of her womanly lips. It would forever be a guilty pleasure that she would never admit to. Even now, with Henry saddled upon his high horse, she felt the earth move and the forbidden thrill playing with her soul. What had made him so steadfast was not a concern to her anymore for her reasoning had slipped away for she was of high heat and need. Let her husband slake his own lust and she grasp the delirious pang of delight which made the dark glow and her heart sing..

Henry, though, had his lust set on more devilish schemes. His cock was now free and he grasped it firmly in his right hand. A gas lamp cast shafts of light through their bedroom window which fell across the raise bottom of his dear wife, the deep dark cleft between both cheeks keeping that which he sought hidden and secret. There was no time for second thoughts or doubt for he was determined on is course. That course was to take the virginity of his wife’s anus come what may.

Prudence lifted her head at the first touch of her husband penis to her puss. She was wet now and she could feel the ache of her sex grumbling away as it waited to be sated. Her breathing quickened and her senses began to command her thoughts as she felt his weight settling over her as she lay over the edge of their bed. She gasped as the head of his “engorged penis”, the very word a disgusting delight to her - rubbed up and down her dripping slot.

“Henry, I, please do it.” she sighed.

But the expected thrust never came.

Henry raised the head of his erect prick to push open her bottom cheeks so he could gain free access to the dark rosebud of her bottom hole. The pounding of his heart sounded like waves crashing upon the shore as he pushed down firmly with his left hand to keep his wife in position, for he knew the outrage that would cry forth when he began to force his erection into her virgin anus. Come what may, she would suffer such an invasion despite her protestations. A slight thrust and his cock head eased into the dark cleft and settled against her forbidden fruit. He was breathing hard. His excitement nigh overwhelming him and he fought to keep his spend within. It was time. The moment he had promised would happen was at hand. The one his scullery maid had said he must overcome to satisfy his manhood. The butt of his thumb pressed down on his purple bloated bulb and began to force himself into his wife’s arse.

In her whispy daze, Prudence sensed something was amiss. What was he doing? His insistence was too high and if he was not careful he would find himself in a most objectionable position that was as disgusting as it was unfortunate! Was his mind addled by drink? She gasped loudly as she felt his member pressing on more urgently.

“Henry,” she muttered, twisting her head to look at her dear husband who was a mask of concentration as he stared down at their joining. “Dearest, what are you doing? Thy aim is poor for the hole you seek is the one below.”

Henry shook his head. “There is naught wrong with my aim this night, Prudence. This night I wish to seek delight from your body in other ways. I have suffered the torture of its forbidden temptation for too long in our marriage my love, so on this night I intend to redress the issue and have my wicked way with you no matter what.”

Prudence stared at her husband wide eyed. “Henry?” she said, shocked. “Whatever are you on about dearest? Have you gone mad? Do not be so disgusting husband. I shall never submit to such a degrading spectacle. The very thought is abhorrent. Let me up this minute!”

Henry held firm as she tried to twist free from his grip. “Enough. I order you to lay still wife for this is a reckoning between us. For too long I had submitted to your whims both in public and private and borne them with sufferance and duty. No more. This night shall be a new beginning for our relationship Prudence for I am determined to put my prick in your arse.”

His wife felt her mouth drop open in shock at his coarse language. The sheer vulgarity of such a thing rendered her motionless with surprise under him. His prick?! In her arse?! Despite herself, she felt a shiver when there should be a river of outrage and disgust. Her husband was going to force his rather large member into the tight well of her bottom hole?! The disgusting man. It was if he was no more than the lowest type of vagabond who was ruled by the drink and his lust! That she knew such practices were indulged was of no matter. She was a lady and should be treated as befitting her station as mother and head of the household. She had her respectability to think about. More than anything, she suspected such an act would be very uncomfortable indeed!

“No wait, Henry. Please. Be still. Tis not a thing to make a wife endure,” she pleaded. “I am afraid of the pain it will bring.”

“Nonsense.” replied her husband. “As with your cunty, the pain of your first arse fucking will fade with use. As I have made plain Prudence, from this night forth I shall ensure that we partake of all pleasures of the flesh available to us as man and wife. The first time is one to endure, but from henceforth the delights of such an adventure shall become apparent. It is of some import to me that such a thing is so for my love of thee is not in doubt. Now, let us enjoy the fruits of our loins. Prepare yourself for I am about to take the virginity of your anus.”

Beneath him, he felt his wife submit to his words.

Prudence was drowning in a sea of emotion. That he loved her was in no doubt and that she loved him still was not in question. He was right in some way. With her whiles and charms, she had held sway over him for all their years together. Her manner had never been one to let her be ordered around and told what to say, do and think. She was so surprised it had taken so long for him to assert himself. Things, apparently, were about to change.

“Oh, Henry. If you must, but please take care.” she whimpered as she felt him beginning to invade her bottom.

Prudence groaned loudly with a mixture of pain and sufferance as she felt her husband’s penis force its way through her resistance and up deep into the canal of her anus. The white flash of pain made her scrabble and bite the blanket as it washed over her in an agonizing burst of deep dominance and her utter subservience.

“Ah, oh Henry,” she winced. “I cannot bear it. Your manhood is tearing me asunder inside. I can feel it’s heat in my very belly.”

Henry groaned for he was a tingle all over. He had done it. His cock was sheathed to the hilt in the warm tight grip of his beloved’s arse. The sensations were overwhelming and he prayed he would not expel his seed in such spasms of ecstasy. Their first arse fuck had to be one they would remember. He thrust his hips gently enjoying the soft slap of his heavy scrotum against her wet cunt. He was ecstatic. He flexed his massive prick inside her bowels and smiled as she gave a surprised exclamation at the sensation.

For the game to be of more worth she would need to learn the language of the gutter.

“Do you like my immense cock in your arse, Prudence?” he asked with a smile. He well imagined her blush at his choice of words. “That I love putting my iron rod in your bottom is without question. My cock loves being in thy tight arse dearest.”

Prudence quivered as she listened to her husband. His words like fireworks in the dark as her soul wept around his buried organ. His organ. His penis. What had he called it? That naughty word that made her toes curl. His cock. His immense cock. She groaned again for a guilty moment of bliss suffused her whole body in white joy. To think that such a disgusting act could bring forth such abundant sweetness was a thing to amaze her. The heat in her loins was of a kind she nigh thought possible. Such heat was kindled by his words. Those filthy, vulgar, base but oh so appropriate words.

She licked her lips. What resistance was gone and mere folly to chase by now. He husband’s desires had lain waste to whatever bedroom morals she had hid behind for all these years. She felt, excited. A strange sort of liberation. The dawning that any act was worthy in pursuit of such pleasure. One more virginity had gone. Her mouth was dry for the last was a thing he would make her do as well. She would feign outrage but, in her heart, she knew look forward to such a thing. But that was for later.

“Say it.” said Henry.

“No, please love. I cannot.” she whispered. “Such words are too dirty to speak aloud.” Inwardly, she smiled for she knew she would. She yelped suddenly for he eased his hips back and she felt the slow slither of his member as it exited her anus. It’s loss indescribable. She wriggled her bottom at him in frustration. Her husband, the bounder, was going to make her beg for his meat.

“Prudence.”

She bit her lip and felt her face aflame with shame. “Dearest Henry,” she whimpered. Oh, this horrid beastly man. How could he torture her so after awakening her sexuality? “I, I, I need your thing. Your cock. Your big cock. Please Henry.” Her bottom hole was gaping and twitching as if calling for it.

“And, just where do you want me to put my big fat cock, Prudence?” Henry held his organ at the entrance to her anus. Teasing her, by letting its weeping head touch the crown of her dark hole.

The insufferable cur!

“In, in my bottom, Sir,” she wheedled. “Tis with pleading that I ask you to take thy impressive prick, your magnificent cock, and spear it deep into my poor sore bottom hole. Make haste for I shall lose my mind.”

“Once my cock is in your bottom Prudence,” he said, with a broad grin on his face. “What shall I do with it?” It was not his wife who would lose his mind but him. His staff ached with the waiting and his balls felt swollen in their sac. He pushed forward and grunted as her arse swallowed him whole again.

Prudence reared up as she felt him slither into her again. Such sweet agony! All those years wasted when such surprise and delights were near. Silly little girl. Her first taste had her desperately wanting more and more and more. She had pushed up on her hands and glanced at her man over her right shoulder with her hair cascading around her.

“My arse, Sir,” she ordered. “I want you to take that splendid cock of thine and bugger me till thy feel the compulsion to spend. Dare not remove it for my anus awaits the soothe balm of it to attest my devotion and love. A fucking I seek Sir. Fuck my virgin arse dearest for tis now I understand thy reasons in claiming it.”

Into the night and early dawn did Henry and Prudence rediscover the simple pleasures of life and sex.

The soft pale light of the next day’s dawn found Prudence on her knees at her husband’s feet. She looked up with devotion as Henry took his stiff cock in hand.

“Open your mouth dearest,” he told her. “Tell me what you want to do.”

His wife grimaced at the dull ache nagging deep in her bowels for thrice during the night he had plundered her bottom passage. True to his word, each vigorous fucking had brought forth less pain and sprang for untold wonders that had her crying, begging and whispering endearments as he thrust mightily away. His, what had he called it again?, his spunk has been copious in its frothing amount, most of which was still seeping from her red sore hole.

Another delight of discovery was at hand, literally. Such a deed a mere day ago would have her aghast and calling for the Peel. But not now. Not after last night. She wanted more of what he could give. Her imagination had been set free and dirty dreams danced before her. Her bottom twitched as she glanced at the length of his leather belt as it lay across the bedside chair. Beware what you wish for she chided herself. She smiled to herself. She suspected she could match her husband for outrageous fortune somehow. But now she needed to learn this. This oral adventure.

“Dearest Henry,” she smiled sweetly. “Indulge me please. Tis a thing I’ve oft mused when no one is around and tis something that thrills me to the bone. Such a naughty thing it is for I feel such a wanton whore for even contemplating it. But Sir, if I may be so bold. I wish the privilege of sucking your impressive cock and the honor to taste the rush of thy spunk until I drink thy balls dry.”

Henry bent down and kissed his wife on the lips. “I feel the honor is all mine.” he said with love. Such an act from his beloved thrilled him to the marrow. Finally, after all this time, he felt she was his. The love he felt was without fault or measure. As her sweet soft lips licked and kissed the bloated head of his cock, he made a mental note to slip a little reward into his scullery maids wage packet for giving him the courage of his convictions.

There would also be the small matter to find her another employer. Just to be on the safe side and to avoid any possible awkward situations in the future. He had no doubt she would find gainful employ soon enough as she was a diligent and careful worker and his reference would count in her favor.

He felt a twinge of guilt. But it was a momentary passing for his groin was awash with the delight of having his wife sucking enthusiastically on his well-used member.

The past was the past. The only thing that mattered was the future. A future bright with the deep love and wanton desires of his sexually blossoming spouse.

By Ian56 for Literotica 

Prudence Plundered – A Victorian Master takes charge of his prim and proper wife.

By Ian56. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

In 19th century London, Henry Chambers was a man of note and some means. Left a not inconsiderable estate by his late father, he had speculated wisely in the city and had become a respected authority on the whims and fate of the money markets. Such was his status; his advice was sought from wide and far on all matters related to the pursuit of wealth and financial contentment.

He lived in a resplendent mansion in one of the most fashionable areas of Westminster where he indulged his public passions for art and fine literature. At the age of 50, he considered himself most satisfied with his lot and was able to look upon the years of his life with justifiable pride at his endeavors. His social standing had increased measurably due to his marriage some 20 years previously to Prudence, his dear love, whom he had been introduced to by one of his clients at a New Year’s Eve gala. Prudence had been the third daughter of the famous Fitzpatrick dynasty who had made their name in the early 1840’s as mineral traders and importers. For Henry Chambers it was love at first sight but his attentions had at first been met with a dry indifference by the handsome Miss Prudence who bore her airs and graces with a lofty distain, and it was not without some serious wooing and courtship on his part did he finally win her hand and agree to become his wife.

Three daughters and two decades later, she was still a remarkably attractive filly whose abundant charms had grown even more impressive with age and no man felt as proud as Henry Chambers did with such a jewel on his arm when out socializing in polite respectable society.

To polite society they presented themselves as a loving devoted couple but for Henry, beneath this nods and smiles, he nurtured a deep dark secret that even his dear wife knew nothing about..

“Avast wench,” said Henry, heroically. “I sense the shiver of lust cursing through thy bones I do. But fear not for I am the one to satisfy the aching of thy hairy damp pit with my trusty weapon. Take it out I say,” he bellowed, standing bare-chested with his hands on his hips. “Take out my emboldened cock for it is the deliverer of your salvation and redemption!”

At his feet, Bessie, his number two scullery maid, clasped her hands together in rapt but pleading forgiveness. At his command, she reached up and began to tug and undo the laces at the front of his breeches.

“Oh, Sir!” she exclaimed, her exposed bosom quivering in the flickering candle light most impressively. “Have mercy on a mere serving girl Sir for I am naught but a slave to these wanton desires of which I have no sense. Such sinful words are a torment Sir, a torment!”

“Sinful?” snorted Henry. “I shall have you know there is no finer word for a gentleman’s member than Cock!” He thrust his hips forward to impress his point. “What else do you know such a thing by wench?”

Bessie, her curly red hair cascading over her sweet natured face, grunted with frustration as she tugged on her masters entwined laces, her eyes fixed on his obvious arousal beneath the cloth. “For shame Sir, tis innocent I be and only know such sinful names from the station I keep and from those that wallow in the gutter below.”

Her face was purple from her efforts until, with a final pull, the laces came free and the front of his breeches sprang open. She gasped despite herself as his bloated deep crimson headed penis slithered and unfurled before her flushed face. Its mass expanding outrageously to reveal a most huge and impressive weapon that had her gasping in high heat and desire. She looked up at him with wide eyes as he stood leering lewdly down. “That Sir,” she gasped in wonder. “Is a prick the like of which I have nay seen and a prick that strikes fear into the well of my cunt so it does.”

Henry grabbed his lolling cock. “I like prick. The vulgarity of such a nasty word is worthy of an occasion such as this lass. I intend to take this prick of mine and spear and plunge deeply into that juicy cunt that lays waiting between your firm thighs. Do you expect any less, wench?” His right hand was gently stroking his tumescence and the quivers of ecstasy were sweeping from his groin to his toes and back again. At each up stroke his spare skin withered and unfurled with greater abandon as the head of his organ began to leak his pre-spend.

“No Sir,” shivered the maid, her face aflame with her heaving lust. “Though my faint heart flutters at the prospect of such a tight cunty as my own being invaded by such a weeping monster I shall bear its sweet agony with resolve and duty.”

She reached up and grasped his veined cock in her slim right hand, her fingers barely able to circumvent its pulsing fatness. Her mouth was dry and her desire urged her to taste his meat. “Sir,” she said hesitantly as she rubbed the underside of his magnificence with her thumb. “I fear my need is becoming overwhelming and its constant whisper begs that I ask you the favor of feeding your prick into my mouth for me to suck on without shame.”

Henry felt his heavy under hanging balls tighten in their hairy sac at the lascivious nature of her words. The thought of his comely maid devouring his outsized cock was one to savor for, alas, T’was only under such circumstance as their clandestine meetings whilst his dear wife was away that such a pleasure be upon him.

He frowned inwardly at the merest glimmer of his wife for even though he loved her passionately she was cautiously high strung and the very idea of anything more than straight forward love-making was abhorrent to her whiles. Heaven forbid he so much as suggested she pleasure him with her sweet mouth!

The frustration he felt at her lack of adventure had lain heavy upon him for all of their marriage. His pursuit of this adventure had found him cast between the firm thighs of his scullery maid who had no such hesitation in joining him in seeking pleasures of the flesh. Indeed, she had suggested and encouraged him on such dark travels that even made him gape at their outrageous landscapes. If only his wife had the merest hint at such mischief and want.

His mind drifted as he considered his dear heart on her knees before him, begging to take his staff between her lips and to suck out his thick creamy spend. The stuff dreams are made of he mused. Egad, he wished for nothing more than to ravish Prudence with eager abandon and have her panting beneath him like a bitch on heat, urging him on to fuck the ripe bulb of her vagina with all his might.

Bessie glanced up as she fisted her Masters Iron rod. His eyes were closed and he swayed slightly in rhythm to the pleasure of her ministrations. She knew that look for he had spoken idly with her after their exertions had ceased about his frustration and regret. Her Mistress was a sore old fish she thought. Blessed with good looks and a fine figure she was to all intents and purpose primrose, stuff and duty with naught in between. Bessie could only imagine her frigid nature in bed. T’was no surprise her employer sought comfort in the arms of another.

His bloated angry cock head was nigh kissing her lips and in that moment she knew it was her duty to ease his frustration. Shifting forward slightly, she opened her mouth as wide as possible and slipped her stretched lips over his pulsing bulge and down over his shaft until she felt his mushroom butt the back of her throat. The smell and taste teased her senses as she began to draw back and suck deeply on his organ. The sucking of cock was to her a delight, a dirty devilish deed that warmed her soul for she knew she was skilled and the pleasure it would bring in its wake. She smiled at the sound of his sigh and lowered her head again as she sucked his prick to her hearts content.

In her small room, the oak creaked and groaned as Henry forced his rigid cock into the maid’s succulent cunt as he held her face down over the end of the bed. Deeper he plunged until the neck of his organ slapped wetly against the petals of her orifice which clung eagerly to his girth as if trying to capture its thrust and never let go. The pleasure washed over them in warm wafts as the heat of their fucking grew steadily to a crescendo that had them both grunting and crying out loud. The room bore witness to the depths of their lust and the insanity of their passion.

“Take my fucking cock wench,” hissed Henry as he speared her again and again. His appendage was glistening with his pre-spend and her copious seepage now that the climax was near. “Thy swollen twat shall be sore for a week once I have had my way with you Bessie.”

Bessie scrabbled at the bedclothes feeling his tumescence crest deep within her belly. Her poor cunty felt over stuffed with cock and the ecstasy was so never ending she feared she might faint at its joys. “Oh Sir,” she gabbled. “Again. Again. Punish my poor cunty with your huge prick. Tis wonderful. Oh Sir! I can feel another climax building within. Fuck me Sir!”

The plain oak bed creaked and groaned louder.

Henry stared down at his mount, leering at the sight of her full arse wobbling from between the confines of her tugged open white bloomers. His feverish hands reached under her to grasp and kneed each full and impressive tit that had over spilled from the top of her starched blouse. He pinched each swollen teat making her shriek then moan with painful pleasure. He jabbed his cock into her again thus lifting her off her feet and held her against him as he flexed the muscles in his firm backside.

For a man of his years, he was still in fine shape and built for stamina. He slithered slowly out of her cunt making her whimper and claw at his naked thighs. Before the next thrust he gave her pale arse a firm slap that made her yelp in surprise. He grinned. Unknown to her, he had come across a book that detailed how the matter of pain by deed of flagellation or spanking was one which was being much discussed in secret society as a means of further sexual exploration, and it was one he was most interested in discovering with his pretty 19 year old maid at a future date.

But that would be for another time. The matter at hand was to slake his lust before his wife got home!

Bessie stood over the small bowl and began to wipe between her thighs with the damp cloth. She winced slightly for her well poked vagina was blistered and sore from its vigorous shafting by her employers cock. She could feel his spend seeping from between her flower and she shook her head with a smile for the amount of his cum was a never ending surprise. Behind her, he stood fastening his breeches and making himself decent again. She realized his wife would be home soon and it was with sly female knowing that she had eased his need before she got back. Her Mistress would benefit from a good night’s sleep this night no doubt. Though that was but a small victory for she had learned through servant gossip that the pair rarely indulged in marital bliss these days. She felt a slight pinch of regret for him. Mayhap she should offer a word or two.

“Have I pleased you, Sir?” she asked.

He looked at her. “As always Bessie,” he smiled. “I can walk in society now without feeling as if the frustration of my cock weighs heavily like a ball and chain.”

Bessie smiled. “I be glad, Sir.” She paused and bit her lip. Should she be so bold? Her station was only to listen and obey after all. But he had loved her nearly a dozen times now and perhaps he would consider her opinion. “Sir, if I may?”

He stood at the door to her quarters. “Yes?”

Bessie looked at him. “My mamma always told me never to be untrue to one self. In life, one has to live as if each day is the last and the day should be lived as if twas the last day. Do not let frustration spoil that last day with regret Sir.”

Henry looked at his servant. A moment of understanding passed between them until he opened the door and quietly left.

Dinner was served at eight o'clock sharp.

At one end of the long table sat Henry and at the other end, his wife, Prudence, who fiddled with the food on her plate as she was wont to do. Henry looked at her as he idly swilled the wine in his half empty glass. Their conversation was one sided and she chatted away about this and that, and how her day had gone. Dressed in a lace blouse whose frills danced around the crown of her neck, a sensible cut of pleated black ankle length skirt and strapped black knee boots, she looked as ravishing as ever to his gaze. At forty three years and the bearer of his three children, she had lost none of the vitality and beauty that had clasped his heart all those decades ago. He took another sip of wine and felt a familiar stirring in his loins. Despite the events of this afternoon he still felt the pang of desire whenever he looked at his wife. E gads, why did she have to be so willful and disinterested in the physical side of their marriage?!

“and I said we would be delighted and honored to attend your ball.”

Henry blinked. “What?”

Prudence put down her fork and looked at him in that way she had that made him feel slightly guilty. She dabbed the napkin over her full perfect lips. “Really dearest, I swear you look as if your head is in the clouds again. I was saying, Lady Fabisham has invited us to her winter bash on the 16th of December. I told her we would be delighted to attend such a society event. Everyone of worth shall be there. With good fortune, you may be able to charm some new business contacts and opportunities. By the by, I shall need a new frock for such an occasion for one must keep up appearances in such company. A small increase in my allowance is agreeable I’m sure. Heavens, I can’t wait!”

Henry pursed his lips, deep in thought for her words drifted in one ear and out the other. There were so many balls, galas, invites to this and that these days that to his mind they all merged into one unedifying mass of time wasted. He had more important things on his mind this night. He took another sip from his glass and waited for the moment when they would retire to their bedchambers later that evening.

Prudence stood before the long mirror in their bedroom unpinning her long and lustrous auburn hair. She could see her husband’s reflection as he leaned against the door watching her with the glass of wine still in his hand. For a brief moment she shivered for she knew his moods and the sound of his silence. Oh good grief, was that pesky male urge upon him again? She gave her head a shake and her hair bloomed around her porcelain face. No matter. She was tired from her shopping trip and needed her rest. A word of desist would suffice as it always did. Once every month was more than enough for such base encounters she reasoned. The last thing she wanted was to bear another child unto the world. No, Henry would just have to be satisfied with his lot in life.

Henry continued to stare at his undressing spouse who had let the black skirt fall to gather at her feet. His jaw steeled as he watched her bend over to pick the garment up thus revealing to his gaze her spectacularly broad bloomered bottom.

“The last day with regret.” said the voice in his head.

His maid was right. What noble deed was he following? He was head of the household and had rights because of that fact. His mouth felt dry despite the wine. Those rights included the say over his spouse and family. His wife should be beholden only unto him and at the behest of his requirements both emotionally and physically.

All his adult life he had been sworn by this sense of husbandly duty and had always submitted to her every whim both in public and private. That she was overt in public was of no import but her dismissal of his urges in private was a nagging boil that he now needed to lance

He downed the last of the wine and placed the empty glass on the table. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to the side of the large double bed where his wife was slipping the nightgown over her head.

At the sound of his approach, Prudence turned around, unable to see her husband for she was still enshrouded under her night garment. “Henry, can you turn out the light dearest and help me with this infuriating thing.”

Henry ignored her, grasped her upper arms and lifted her off her feet. Hidden, he could hear her gasp with surprise before beginning to struggle.

“Henry, what are you?”

Henry kept silent. He carried her to the foot of the bed and dropped her face down, keeping a hand firmly in the small of her back to keep her in place. With his other, he reached up and tugged away the nightgown.

Prudence twisted her head to look over her left shoulder. Her face was a blushing mask of surprised indignation. Just what did he think he was doing? He had better stop playing games and let her up forthwith or else! Her furious alarm rose when she felt his free hand clasp the buttons which held the backside of her bloomers together. What? Was he possessed? Had he lost his mind? She writhed harder. That what he wanted was obvious by his very manner but it was most certainly not something she wanted right now!

“Henry, dearest, please, you have to let me up,” she gasped as she felt him tugging the second button free. “Look, this is not fair. Dearest husband, you should keep thy urges for when I am agreeable for such a thing. I am tired, give me a few days and I promise you shall have your way, once!”

A third button slipped undone. The deep crack of her bottom peeked from the widening gap making him more determined to follow his instinct. After tonight, his lovely wife would know who was master in this household and if he wanted to submit to his desires she would have no choice in the matter. Between his thighs he could feel his penis strain for release from its confines. His lusty gaze fell to his wife’s increasingly exposed backside and swallowed hard. He was determined to teach her there was more to fucking than poking her cunty. The shadow of her secret crack was deep and long. No, tonight it wasn’t her cunty that was going to take the length of his abundant cock. His desire mounted as the last button slipped free and the stretched cloth of her undergarment split wide to set free her glorious arse in all its abundant magnificence.

Prudence felt the cool air caress her now bare bottom. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she gasped as she felt his hand suddenly fondling both pale cheeks. This was intolerable! What gave him the right to do with her person as he wished? Used to getting her own way, she drummed her feet on the floor with a mixture of outrage and fear that her husband could be so, so, unreasonable!

“Henry,” she muttered. “Stop or else I shall be very, very cross with you!”

Her husband ignored her threat and grabbed the abundant flesh of her bottom harder. And what a fine bottom it was indeed. So very full and inviting for any man who wished to cast aside his morals for the pleasures awaiting him. He grimaced for his cock was most insistent on its need to be set free from its confines and to seek that which it hungered for.

“Henry, are you listening?”

“Be quiet wife,” he interrupted. “I shall not countenance your demands or excuses anymore. From this moment, you will obey my every word when matters of the flesh are in my thoughts. You shall be agreeable to my needs as a loving husband and physical man. Do you understand Prudence?”

His wife lay motionless face down on the bed as she considered his terms. He still held both her hands in his at the base of her spine so escape was not an option. Her husband was determined no doubt to extract whatever due he felt was necessary from her person and there was nay anything she could do to prevent such an event!

“I understand perfectly well, husband,” she replied coldly. “Tis not oft I say the pleasure is mine and this moment shall it be even less. Do as you will Henry for I submit to your whim as needs must. Indeed, once this penetration is over then tis normal we shall return and the sooner the better I think.” Resigned, she shifted her hips into a more accommodating position for her husband to spear her sex. Despite her graces, she still felt a shiver from experience their past love-making did have faint pleasures, though being a woman of repute she suffered such simple delights with reserve and kept her true emotions hidden. It was unseemly to appear so wanton even in the privacy of ones chambers even unto her mate in life. Until now, Henry was not a man to let his lust rule his head and after the birth of their children, his ardor had settled into a particular routine. Until now..

Prudence felt a stirring behind her. Henry was unbuttoning his breeches no doubt and releasing his manhood from its confines. A sudden flush colored her cheeks for the thought of his organ was one which sometimes caught her unawares during idle day dreaming. Brief glimpses caught in the low light of a candle as he slipped beneath the blankets and settled between her firm white thighs. The prodding of its swollen head seeking her wet Venus before the first deep thrust which made the world turn on its axis and the breath catch in her throat. Such a thrust seemed always never ending until the base of his member slapped against the stretched clasp of her womanly lips. It would forever be a guilty pleasure that she would never admit to. Even now, with Henry saddled upon his high horse, she felt the earth move and the forbidden thrill playing with her soul. What had made him so steadfast was not a concern to her anymore for her reasoning had slipped away for she was of high heat and need. Let her husband slake his own lust and she grasp the delirious pang of delight which made the dark glow and her heart sing..

Henry, though, had his lust set on more devilish schemes. His cock was now free and he grasped it firmly in his right hand. A gas lamp cast shafts of light through their bedroom window which fell across the raise bottom of his dear wife, the deep dark cleft between both cheeks keeping that which he sought hidden and secret. There was no time for second thoughts or doubt for he was determined on is course. That course was to take the virginity of his wife’s anus come what may.

Prudence lifted her head at the first touch of her husband penis to her puss. She was wet now and she could feel the ache of her sex grumbling away as it waited to be sated. Her breathing quickened and her senses began to command her thoughts as she felt his weight settling over her as she lay over the edge of their bed. She gasped as the head of his “engorged penis”, the very word a disgusting delight to her - rubbed up and down her dripping slot.

“Henry, I, please do it.” she sighed.

But the expected thrust never came.

Henry raised the head of his erect prick to push open her bottom cheeks so he could gain free access to the dark rosebud of her bottom hole. The pounding of his heart sounded like waves crashing upon the shore as he pushed down firmly with his left hand to keep his wife in position, for he knew the outrage that would cry forth when he began to force his erection into her virgin anus. Come what may, she would suffer such an invasion despite her protestations. A slight thrust and his cock head eased into the dark cleft and settled against her forbidden fruit. He was breathing hard. His excitement nigh overwhelming him and he fought to keep his spend within. It was time. The moment he had promised would happen was at hand. The one his scullery maid had said he must overcome to satisfy his manhood. The butt of his thumb pressed down on his purple bloated bulb and began to force himself into his wife’s arse.

In her whispy daze, Prudence sensed something was amiss. What was he doing? His insistence was too high and if he was not careful he would find himself in a most objectionable position that was as disgusting as it was unfortunate! Was his mind addled by drink? She gasped loudly as she felt his member pressing on more urgently.

“Henry,” she muttered, twisting her head to look at her dear husband who was a mask of concentration as he stared down at their joining. “Dearest, what are you doing? Thy aim is poor for the hole you seek is the one below.”

Henry shook his head. “There is naught wrong with my aim this night, Prudence. This night I wish to seek delight from your body in other ways. I have suffered the torture of its forbidden temptation for too long in our marriage my love, so on this night I intend to redress the issue and have my wicked way with you no matter what.”

Prudence stared at her husband wide eyed. “Henry?” she said, shocked. “Whatever are you on about dearest? Have you gone mad? Do not be so disgusting husband. I shall never submit to such a degrading spectacle. The very thought is abhorrent. Let me up this minute!”

Henry held firm as she tried to twist free from his grip. “Enough. I order you to lay still wife for this is a reckoning between us. For too long I had submitted to your whims both in public and private and borne them with sufferance and duty. No more. This night shall be a new beginning for our relationship Prudence for I am determined to put my prick in your arse.”

His wife felt her mouth drop open in shock at his coarse language. The sheer vulgarity of such a thing rendered her motionless with surprise under him. His prick?! In her arse?! Despite herself, she felt a shiver when there should be a river of outrage and disgust. Her husband was going to force his rather large member into the tight well of her bottom hole?! The disgusting man. It was if he was no more than the lowest type of vagabond who was ruled by the drink and his lust! That she knew such practices were indulged was of no matter. She was a lady and should be treated as befitting her station as mother and head of the household. She had her respectability to think about. More than anything, she suspected such an act would be very uncomfortable indeed!

“No wait, Henry. Please. Be still. Tis not a thing to make a wife endure,” she pleaded. “I am afraid of the pain it will bring.”

“Nonsense.” replied her husband. “As with your cunty, the pain of your first arse fucking will fade with use. As I have made plain Prudence, from this night forth I shall ensure that we partake of all pleasures of the flesh available to us as man and wife. The first time is one to endure, but from henceforth the delights of such an adventure shall become apparent. It is of some import to me that such a thing is so for my love of thee is not in doubt. Now, let us enjoy the fruits of our loins. Prepare yourself for I am about to take the virginity of your anus.”

Beneath him, he felt his wife submit to his words.

Prudence was drowning in a sea of emotion. That he loved her was in no doubt and that she loved him still was not in question. He was right in some way. With her whiles and charms, she had held sway over him for all their years together. Her manner had never been one to let her be ordered around and told what to say, do and think. She was so surprised it had taken so long for him to assert himself. Things, apparently, were about to change.

“Oh, Henry. If you must, but please take care.” she whimpered as she felt him beginning to invade her bottom.

Prudence groaned loudly with a mixture of pain and sufferance as she felt her husband’s penis force its way through her resistance and up deep into the canal of her anus. The white flash of pain made her scrabble and bite the blanket as it washed over her in an agonizing burst of deep dominance and her utter subservience.

“Ah, oh Henry,” she winced. “I cannot bear it. Your manhood is tearing me asunder inside. I can feel it’s heat in my very belly.”

Henry groaned for he was a tingle all over. He had done it. His cock was sheathed to the hilt in the warm tight grip of his beloved’s arse. The sensations were overwhelming and he prayed he would not expel his seed in such spasms of ecstasy. Their first arse fuck had to be one they would remember. He thrust his hips gently enjoying the soft slap of his heavy scrotum against her wet cunt. He was ecstatic. He flexed his massive prick inside her bowels and smiled as she gave a surprised exclamation at the sensation.

For the game to be of more worth she would need to learn the language of the gutter.

“Do you like my immense cock in your arse, Prudence?” he asked with a smile. He well imagined her blush at his choice of words. “That I love putting my iron rod in your bottom is without question. My cock loves being in thy tight arse dearest.”

Prudence quivered as she listened to her husband. His words like fireworks in the dark as her soul wept around his buried organ. His organ. His penis. What had he called it? That naughty word that made her toes curl. His cock. His immense cock. She groaned again for a guilty moment of bliss suffused her whole body in white joy. To think that such a disgusting act could bring forth such abundant sweetness was a thing to amaze her. The heat in her loins was of a kind she nigh thought possible. Such heat was kindled by his words. Those filthy, vulgar, base but oh so appropriate words.

She licked her lips. What resistance was gone and mere folly to chase by now. He husband’s desires had lain waste to whatever bedroom morals she had hid behind for all these years. She felt, excited. A strange sort of liberation. The dawning that any act was worthy in pursuit of such pleasure. One more virginity had gone. Her mouth was dry for the last was a thing he would make her do as well. She would feign outrage but, in her heart, she knew look forward to such a thing. But that was for later.

“Say it.” said Henry.

“No, please love. I cannot.” she whispered. “Such words are too dirty to speak aloud.” Inwardly, she smiled for she knew she would. She yelped suddenly for he eased his hips back and she felt the slow slither of his member as it exited her anus. It’s loss indescribable. She wriggled her bottom at him in frustration. Her husband, the bounder, was going to make her beg for his meat.

“Prudence.”

She bit her lip and felt her face aflame with shame. “Dearest Henry,” she whimpered. Oh, this horrid beastly man. How could he torture her so after awakening her sexuality? “I, I, I need your thing. Your cock. Your big cock. Please Henry.” Her bottom hole was gaping and twitching as if calling for it.

“And, just where do you want me to put my big fat cock, Prudence?” Henry held his organ at the entrance to her anus. Teasing her, by letting its weeping head touch the crown of her dark hole.

The insufferable cur!

“In, in my bottom, Sir,” she wheedled. “Tis with pleading that I ask you to take thy impressive prick, your magnificent cock, and spear it deep into my poor sore bottom hole. Make haste for I shall lose my mind.”

“Once my cock is in your bottom Prudence,” he said, with a broad grin on his face. “What shall I do with it?” It was not his wife who would lose his mind but him. His staff ached with the waiting and his balls felt swollen in their sac. He pushed forward and grunted as her arse swallowed him whole again.

Prudence reared up as she felt him slither into her again. Such sweet agony! All those years wasted when such surprise and delights were near. Silly little girl. Her first taste had her desperately wanting more and more and more. She had pushed up on her hands and glanced at her man over her right shoulder with her hair cascading around her.

“My arse, Sir,” she ordered. “I want you to take that splendid cock of thine and bugger me till thy feel the compulsion to spend. Dare not remove it for my anus awaits the soothe balm of it to attest my devotion and love. A fucking I seek Sir. Fuck my virgin arse dearest for tis now I understand thy reasons in claiming it.”

Into the night and early dawn did Henry and Prudence rediscover the simple pleasures of life and sex.

The soft pale light of the next day’s dawn found Prudence on her knees at her husband’s feet. She looked up with devotion as Henry took his stiff cock in hand.

“Open your mouth dearest,” he told her. “Tell me what you want to do.”

His wife grimaced at the dull ache nagging deep in her bowels for thrice during the night he had plundered her bottom passage. True to his word, each vigorous fucking had brought forth less pain and sprang for untold wonders that had her crying, begging and whispering endearments as he thrust mightily away. His, what had he called it again?, his spunk has been copious in its frothing amount, most of which was still seeping from her red sore hole.

Another delight of discovery was at hand, literally. Such a deed a mere day ago would have her aghast and calling for the Peel. But not now. Not after last night. She wanted more of what he could give. Her imagination had been set free and dirty dreams danced before her. Her bottom twitched as she glanced at the length of his leather belt as it lay across the bedside chair. Beware what you wish for she chided herself. She smiled to herself. She suspected she could match her husband for outrageous fortune somehow. But now she needed to learn this. This oral adventure.

“Dearest Henry,” she smiled sweetly. “Indulge me please. Tis a thing I’ve oft mused when no one is around and tis something that thrills me to the bone. Such a naughty thing it is for I feel such a wanton whore for even contemplating it. But Sir, if I may be so bold. I wish the privilege of sucking your impressive cock and the honor to taste the rush of thy spunk until I drink thy balls dry.”

Henry bent down and kissed his wife on the lips. “I feel the honor is all mine.” he said with love. Such an act from his beloved thrilled him to the marrow. Finally, after all this time, he felt she was his. The love he felt was without fault or measure. As her sweet soft lips licked and kissed the bloated head of his cock, he made a mental note to slip a little reward into his scullery maids wage packet for giving him the courage of his convictions.

There would also be the small matter to find her another employer. Just to be on the safe side and to avoid any possible awkward situations in the future. He had no doubt she would find gainful employ soon enough as she was a diligent and careful worker and his reference would count in her favor.

He felt a twinge of guilt. But it was a momentary passing for his groin was awash with the delight of having his wife sucking enthusiastically on his well-used member.

The past was the past. The only thing that mattered was the future. A future bright with the deep love and wanton desires of his sexually blossoming spouse.

By Ian56 for Literotica