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Be Ready to Come

The note was clear. I was to be naked, in bed, and hard when she got home.

The problem was I wasn’t sure when that would be. I got home early, picked up our room, lit some candles, and undressed, but I had somewhere between ten minutes and three hours to prepare myself. The naked part was easy, but keeping myself in a constant state of arousal was going to be more difficult.

I got hard quickly enough, and then I had to slow everything down. I played out long fantasies in my head, I squeezed my cock tightly, and I stayed on my back for an hour. Every sound made me jump and clench, and her occasional text message reminding me to be ready didn’t help. I came so close to coming on numerous occasions, but I was terrified that if I did I wouldn’t have enough time to recover.

It was nearly two hours later that she walked in the door. My eyes were closed, my right hand was wrapped around the base of my cock, and the head was swollen red and purple. I was so close to coming I wanted to cry.

She stood next to me in silence before lifting up her dress. She straddled me in the candlelight, hovering just above me as her fingers moved between her thighs. Two fingers went inside her and two more circled her clit, but even when I lifted myself from the bed she held me still.

“Are you ready to come?” she asked after long minutes, her own breath now grown short.

“Yes,” I moaned as she pushed down around me. She reached down with both hands and covered my mouth and nose as my body began to shake. Her thighs were tight around me, and I couldn’t so much as move, even as I came within her. I struggled to breathe as my balls tightened, and she screamed out as she clenched her cunt around my pulsing cock.

When she finally let go I gasped for breath and pulled her lips to mine. I was still coming, but it was my whole body that exploded. I shook and bit my lip, and I continued to thrust up inside her as her own screams and release drenched my thighs.

“We have to do that again,” she said when our bodies finally gave us room to talk.

“Kill me,” I whispered.

The Seniors

We used to sneak into the gym after school to make out on the high jump mats. It was usually pretty empty and the mats were thick and soft and all the way in the back corner. Sometimes we’d stay there for an hour kissing, feeling each other up, and jerking each other off.

And then we got caught.

I had her shirt off late one hot afternoon, and my hand was in her shorts as I kissed her neck and pulled on her hair. I guess she saw them before I did because she covered her chest with her arm and grabbed my hand. There were two seniors standing right next to us, and they looked like they had been enjoying the show.

“Don’t stop on our account,” one of the guys said.

“We can just leave,” I said, grabbing her shirt.

“I said don’t stop,” the guy said.

I looked down at Claire and she smiled shyly and sort of shrugged. So instead of running out, I kept fingering her as the guys moved closer to us. She arched her back and pulled me in for a kiss and if I noticed she was more wet than usual, it wasn’t until I thought about it much later.

“Take off her shorts,” the second guy said as he knelt next to us on the mat. I started to push them down and he told me to take her panties off too. When they were around her knees, she kicked them off the rest of the way as all three of us stared at her naked body.

“Fuck that’s hot,” one of them said.

“Were you two gonna fuck?” The other asked.

“Maybe,”Claire said to my surprise. We had only fucked a couple of times, and never in the gym. “Why, do you want to watch us?”

“Damn, you’re not shy at all, are you? I think we want to do more than watch. Why doesn’t your boyfriend go down on you for a bit to get you nice and wet.”

She pushed my head down, and I didn’t complain. Hell, I loved eating her pussy, and if she didn’t mind the audience, then who was I to complain? I opened her thighs and started kissing her and licking her as I worked two fingers inside her, and I almost forgot the guys were there until I looked up to see her sucking one of their cocks.

“Oh shit, that’s good. Get me nice and hard for you.”

“What are you doing?” I asked, looking up at her taking the guy all the way down her throat.

“Same thing you’re about to do unless you want us to tell the coach what we found,” the second guy said. I turned to look at him and he had his cock out in his hand as he knelt over her. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me closer, and before I could say anything I was sucking his cock instead of eating her pussy. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I had certainly thought about it enough to do an okay job. I wrapped my hand around him and took as much of him as I could. He got hard pretty fast.

“You’re gonna get me nice and ready so I can fuck your girlfriend,” he said, pushing further into my mouth as I choked. He leaned down and started fingering Claire at the same time, and suddenly I realized she was moaning and begging like I had never seen before.

“Do you want this?” The guy she was blowing asked her.

“Yes,” she, said, opening her legs wider. “Please…”

“Damn, I like this girl,” he said looking over at me sucking off his friend. He moved down the mat, grabbedClaire’s legs, spread them open, and then without pause, he shoved his cock inside her and started fucking her. She kept on moaning, until the guy I was blowing moved over to her mouth instead.

“You like watching your girl get fucked?” He asked as she sucked him too. I just nodded because, of course, it was hot as hell, even if I didn’t know how it had happened so quickly.Claire kept on moaning, but only a minute or two into it, the guy fucking her pulled out and started coming all over her.

“Guess it’s my turn,” the other one said, moving between her legs. He pulled me down again and made me get him nice and wet in between rubbing against Claire’s pussy. Finally, he started fucking her too as he pushed my mouth down to her clit. She grabbed my hair as I licked her, and in no time at all, she was coming louder than ever. The guy started mumbling about what a slut she was, and she came and she came as he fucked her while the other guy just watched.

Right in the middle, the guy pulled out again and shoved his cock into my mouth just as he started to come. I gagged for a second and he laughed before he slid into her again to finish. She pulled him down and kissed the guy as he came inside her, and I didn’t know what the hell to do. He pulled her legs up and thrust even deeper into her as he groaned, and he kept telling her how tight and dirty she was.

When he finally finished, he pulled out and stood up. Both of the guys got their shorts back on and stood over us looking down at her messy body. I thought they were going, but they waited until Claire pulled me in for a kiss as her hands tugged my shorts down.

“There you go,” one of the guys said, as she pulled me to her. I wasn’t going to complain, and since I was the only one who hadn’t come yet, I fucked her for all I was worth as they watched. I pinned her arms above her head and kissed her mouth and her neck, and somehow I lasted longer than I should have. By the time I finally came, the guys were gone, and Claire was panting as she wiped the sweat from her brow.

“Holy shit that was hot,” she said, kissing me on the mouth. “I’ve never fucked a senior before.”

“I’ve never sucked a dick before,” I said, smiling at her. We finally found our clothes and snuck out the back door of the gym. There was no place else we could go, so we finally had to go home and get ourselves off again as we talked on the phone about it.

We went back to the gym almost every day for a few weeks, but the guys never came back. Things got a little awkward because it was all we talked about, even when we were doing it just the two of us. We broke up right before summer, but we mostly stayed friends.

When I saw her years later at our tenth reunion, she dragged me into the gym and we stood looking at the mat as we remembered that fucked up afternoon. We kissed for a while, but she was married and I had a boyfriend I was trying not to cheat on again, so we didn’t go any further. But just standing in the room with her, I was hard in an instant.

“I still can’t believe we did that,” she said as we finally made our way back to the reunion.

“I’m glad it happened,” I said, kissing her on the cheek one last time.

“Me too,” she said. “Thanks for the reminder.”

We didn’t keep in touch after that, and I guess it’s just as well. But I still think about it sometimes when I need to get off real quick, and I have a feeling she does the same thing.

And to this day, I still love the smell of a gym mat on a hot spring afternoon.

For The Love of Daddy

Dad was quiet for a while and we stared at each other.

“You’re prettier than Mariko,” he finally said.

I leaned in and poked him in the ribs, but he was being serious for a change. I kissed him on the forehead and put my legs over his lap as I grabbed his hand.

“Are you telling me that I’m prettier than the hottest girl you’ve ever fucked? That’s kinda sad dad, because I’m not that pretty you know.”

“You’re the prettiest girl in the whole wide world and don’t you forget it. I mean, she was hot, but you’re…”

I wish I could tell you that this was my master plan. That I was thinking about what I could do next to get him into my bed, but the truth is I was drunk and happy, and I was so focused on the moment that I didn’t have anything left for scheming at all. He was looking at me with an expression I had never seen before, and I didn’t know what to say.

“Why were you crying this afternoon?” he finally asked. I still had my legs over his lap and his arm was around me.

“Cause I slept with a boy I don’t really like all that much.” I don’t know why I went with the truth, but so it goes. I blame the wine.

“Oh,” was all he said.

“You probably think I’m a slut,” I told him, as I rested my head against his shoulder. “A gross slut.”

“Was it terrible?”


We had a long moment of silence and once again I wasn’t sure how much he wanted to know or how much I was willing to tell him. He brushed my hair with his fingers absentmindedly, and we both reached down and had another sip of our wine. Just what we fucking needed.

“How come you slept with him if you don’t really like him?”

That was the first question he asked that I really didn’t want to answer, but somehow it slipped out. Just like that I said the words I could never take back and everything changed.

“Because he called me Babygirl.”

I thought he was going to push me off his lap or stand up and storm out. I thought he might move or try to say something funny so he could pretend he didn’t hear me, but instead, he was silent. He didn’t move his arm and I didn’t move a muscle. I kept my head on his shoulder and he ran his fingers through my hair.

“Babygirl,” he whispered quietly.

“Yes, Daddy?” I asked looking up at him.

“I’ve always called you that. It’s not just a name. It’s who you are to me.”

I kissed him on the cheek and his body tightened. When I put my hand on his face he froze in place, and I wanted to kiss him more than anything else in the whole world.

“I’ll always be your Babygirl,” I whispered and for the first time he moved. He pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head as his fingers ran down the length of my arm. I could feel the hairs on my body jump up and his touch sent shivers down my spine. I moved my arm gently beneath his fingers and he didn’t stop.

My nipples were hard beneath my shirt and when I looked down they almost looked obscene. My whole body was about to explode, and yet I couldn’t make myself move. His fingers moved up to my neck and brushed my cheek and still, I couldn’t do a thing. I leaned my head back onto the couch and watched his gaze fall on my neck. When he touched my chin I almost lost all control, and when his finger brushed against my lips I let out a moan.

He leaned in close to me, and I reached out to touch his shoulder.

“He called you Babygirl,” he said. It wasn’t a question. I opened my eyes and looked right at him. He needed me to say it, because he couldn’t.

“Yes, Daddy. He called me Babygirl, and I fucked him.”

His lips were strong and sweet, and they crushed into me before I knew what was happening. His arm was around me pulling me tighter, and I opened my mouth without thinking as he kissed me. I pulled his cheek to me and held him as I kissed him back; when his tongue traced the bottom of my lips I moaned again with unmistakable need.

(From my taboo novella For the Love of Daddy, only available here.)

Jane and The Painters

(CW: Non-con)

“It’s okay,” the foreman said, forcing me down onto a chair. They had a painter’s rag stuffed into my mouth, and they quickly tied my hands behind my back. One of them lifted me and the chair easily, and he positioned me at the foot of the bed facing Jane.

“What the fuck is going on?” she asked, trying to sound as threatening as she could. The foreman sat down on the bed quietly and looked at me one last time before turning back to her.

“Like I said, it’s nothing. We just wanted to make sure your boyfriend here had a nice view.”

“What do you mean?” she stammered.

“He means a nice view of us fucking you,” one of them said, laughing. She hardly noticed the others surrounding the bed until there were five men undoing their overalls and leering at her with clear intentions.

“Look, I have money,” she said. “What do you want? I can give you anything, you don’t want to do this.”

“I think we do want to do this,” the foreman said. “In fact, after your boyfriend here showed us a couple pictures of you, it’s pretty much all we could think of, right boys?”

The other men nodded and grunted as they climbed onto the bed, and before Jane could move, the sheets were pulled from her hands and tossed onto the floor. She tried to cover herself as I rocked in the chair and struggled to scream through the gag in my mouth. She was so perfectly lovely that I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Even as the first man grabbed her foot and pulled her towards him I stared. Her hair was long and lovely, and her coffee sat steaming on the bedside table. Someone else grabbed an arm until she was lying on her back getting stretched in both directions.

“It’s okay,” the foreman said, running a finger down her cheek. “I told the boys they each have to pick only two holes. It could really be much worse. Besides, you’ll have Jack her to watch out for you. He’ll be here the whole time watching us fucking his pretty little slut.”

He leaned in close, his fingers now between her legs, opening the lips to her pussy. His mouth was against her ear.

“Personally I’ve only decided on your pussy for now.” His fingers pushed inside her. “But we’ll see how I’m inspired as the day goes on. I could go either way really. Your mouth is sweet, but your ass… Oh, baby, your ass is a fucking peach.”

To say I was hard would be an understatement. To say I was struggling would be to confuse the issue. I was fighting against the ropes that held me to the chair, and I was struggling with the gag in my mouth, but more than anything, I was struggling with the love welling up within me as I watched the five men close in on her, their hands touching every inch. I was devouring the sight with my eyes, and it was all I could do not to come just from watching. They lost their clothes within in minutes, and the first time one of them pried open her mouth and slid his thick cock between her lips, I nearly started to cry.

She looked small on the bed, surrounded by monsters with only one thing on their minds. As she choked loudly there were hands everything. They squeezed her breasts, slapped her thighs, and wet their fingers on her cunt. They pulled her open mouth back and forth between themselves, and their groans grew louder with each passing second. One of them opened his mouth on her pussy, grunting about how good little girls taste, and I strained against my bonds as hard as I could. When the first one fucked her I thought I might die, and when he pulled out seconds later and came on her tummy I was bursting to get free.

Jane struggled for a while, and she tried as hard as she could to keep her eyes on me. I’m not sure if she was looking for strength, or something else, but I stared back. Just beneath the surface, part of her was wondering, and I could see it in her face as she watched me. My erection was clear through my flimsy pajamas, and I could smell Jane’s pussy from where I was sitting. When the foreman threw her onto her back, her head at my knees hanging off the end of the bed as he started to fuck her, I was almost done. She stared at me, never once breaking eye contact, as he moved between her legs and she grew quiet and calm. Someone shoved a cock into her mouth, and still, she watched me, hoping for some betrayal.

They held her there for a long time, once thick cock in her cunt and the other men taking turns with her mouth, and my vision grew blurry. The foreman didn’t seem to require rest, and he fucked her faster and harder with every second. Her legs were held open and her arms were gripped tightly above her head. Someone came in her mouth before instantly being replaced by another man, eager to feel her lips around him.

It wasn’t until she reached one hand up to the cock in her mouth that I gave in. She wrapped her fingers around him before taking him all the way into her throat, and I was in awe. A smile broke out on my face amidst the struggle, and she glared at me with a fierce cat growl that nearly scared me.

“Wait,” she said.

Surprisingly, the men stopped. The foreman, looking down at her, simply raised an eyebrow. His cock was still buried inside her.

“I want to make him really watch,” she said, sitting up on the bed. With another growl she pulled him down and climbed on top of him, her body still facing me. She took his thick cock in one hand and rubbed it against the lips to her cunt. And then she closed her eyes as she sank down onto him. Within minutes the entire scene had changed, and the men were suddenly struggling to keep up with her demands.

(From The Yes Rule, one of my more fucked up novellas)

Pushed to One Side

“That’s a beautiful outfit, but it looks complicated,” she said slowly. I nodded in agreement as we stood in the back of the crowd watching the show.

“I tend to prefer things that can either be lifted up or pushed to the side,” I said. It was the truth, although I’m not sure I would have phrased it that way before. My kinks almost always end with sex (or begin there depending on your perspective) so a short skirt, anything I can slide my hands inside, and underwear that doesn’t get in the way are always preferable.

“I’m wearing something that can be lifted up,” she said so quietly I almost didn’t hear her. It was an understatement, to say the least, but I instantly couldn’t think of anything else. And I desperately wanted to know what was beneath it.

“And pushed to the side?” I asked. She blushed and nodded, and it only took a moment for our hands to find each other. And then we no longer needed to talk.

The bathroom was in the back and down the stairs, and there were four rows of doors with single rooms behind them. Which meant when we slipped into one of them, we had the tiny room all to ourselves. We had a theory to test. Or at least a hypothesis. For science.

Our kiss was loud as I pushed her against the wall, but our hands were everywhere. We hadn’t so much as grazed a knee before this, but I had one very specific goal in mind and it devoured all of my focus.

The first part was easily found out. I slid my hands up the backs of her thighs until I cupped her ass, and her dress did, in fact, move out of the way as if commanded by Moses. He hands discovered just how easy it was to unzip my suit pants and pull my achingly hard cock out. Personally, I tend to choose underwear that I can leave at home.

After that, it was a purse, a condom, and a very contained twirl that led us to the third question of the evening. She leaned forward with her hands on the wall, and I lifted her dress once more to see what might be done about the rest.

It was difficult not to simply stare at her ass for the rest of the night, but I pulled myself back to the task at hand as I slipped my fingers between her legs. She leaned forward even further when I pressed my cock between her cheeks, and by then I had mostly stopped thinking. I pulled the wet fabric away from her skin, slid it easily to one side, and then, standing on my tiptoes, I pushed my latex clad cock into the most beautiful cunt in the world.

I let go of the dress, I forgot the panties, and I grabbed her hips a moment later, desperate to attempt something that at least resembled a fuck. When she pushed back against me I thrust forward, and the truth was revealed in an instant. We were fucking with our clothes still on as the party swayed above us, and it was as simple as one two three. I kissed the back of her neck as one hand moved up to her throat; the other continued pulling her hips to me, burying myself deeper inside her with each moan.

We moved quickly, we moaned loudly, and we laughed with satisfaction. It wasn’t sweet and it wasn’t easy, but we stood there in the dark fucking because we could, and that was a beautiful thing. I stared at our bodies, wishing she could see it too, and it was three layers of perfect: A dress lifted up, black lace pushed away, and me inside her, wishing it would never end.

And maybe we were there for a minute and maybe an hour, but none of that mattered. There might someday be other times in a bed or a couch. Maybe there was a hotel in our future or even the backseat of a cab.

But right then, in that moment, we were fucking for the very first time, and nothing would ever be better than that.

Kelly Fucks Brent for the First Time

threesome photo of two men and one woman

Photo by Guy New York

Kelly leaned back and kissed me. She shoved her tongue into my mouth, pulled on my hair and kissed me so hard I almost fucked her right there. Brent was still on his back, but he stopped laughing and watched as she rolled onto her back between us. Without thinking his hand slid to his cock, and the moment hung in the air like time had stopped. I could smell her pussy, and the room was warmer than it had been just a few seconds before.

“Maybe we should try it again,” she said timidly. “But this time, without the laughing.”

“Are you serious?” he asked. I wasn’t sure if it was to her or me, but it didn’t matter.

“She’s always serious,” I answered.

When she turned back to me, I felt that familiar twitch of jealousy and excitement. We had talked about it so many times, and now there was only one thing that was important. She had whispered stories in my ear and promised me I could watch, but after all those nights of fantasizing, of hearing her beg me to let her do it, it was finally going to happen. I was going to watch her get fucked.

He turned on his side once more and pushed her against me as he moved in closer. She kissed me, this time slowly and sweetly as she adjusted her ass, and it was all I could do to keep looking into her eyes. One of her hands reached out and touched me, pulling me towards her even as she leaned in. She kissed me again, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her raise her leg.

Brent was breathing quickly, but instead of looking at me, or the back of Kelly’s head, he was looking down. He was looking at her ass and her cunt. He was looking at his cock, positioned right against the lips to her pussy, and he knew that within seconds he would be inside her.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes as my whole body tensed. I felt dizzy and lightheaded, and I listened to every sound from her mouth, knowing that I would know. When something changed, I would hear it.

“Look at me,” she whispered, her hand on my chin. “Do you want this? Do you want him to fuck me?”

All I could do was give a nod in response.

Kelly reached one hand between her legs, but she never looked away from me. Her lips parted, and I could hear Brent grunting as he focused. The muscles in her arm tightened, her ass shifted, and suddenly her eyes opened wide. Her mouth gaped in a silent scream, and I knew it was done. I kissed her quickly because I couldn’t resist any longer. I leaned back, my hand on my cock as I watched, and then finally I looked down. After all this time, I had to see it.

Her thighs were open, wider this time, and her lips were bright red. I stared in awe as I saw her open around Brent’s thick cock, only half of him inside her. She closed her eyes and started to moan, her hips moving slowly as she pushed down onto him. Inch by inch he entered her, stretched her, and filled her as she bit her lip and began to whisper his name.

“Oh shit, Brent, it feels so good. It hurts, but I like it.”

I lifted her leg higher, Kelly gasped, and I leaned in closer. He was moaning too as he struggled not to move too fast; instead of shoving inside her all at once, he let her take as much as she could.

It felt like hours before he was fully inside her, and she moaned sounds I had never heard. Her body shook, the vein in his cock pulsed, but then they held still for an eternity, him buried within her as she grew accustomed to his girth.

His cock was inside my Babygirl, and I had let it happen. My best friend was fucking my girlfriend, and I couldn’t look away. It was difficult to watch, but the noises she made were almost worse. She grew louder and louder, even as they held still, and I was in awe. She was coming on his cock, and they had barely started.

“Fuck, it feels good. It’s so fucking big, but…”

“Is it okay?” he asked, speaking for the first time.

She nodded her head as she tried moving, and I couldn’t look away. There was another man inside my little girl, and she was coming just from being penetrated. She was clenching around him, moaning for him, and I knew everything was about to change.

“Say it, Babygirl.” My voice was a whisper, but she looked at me, her face clouded with lust. “Tell him what you want. It’s okay. You’ve already let him put it inside you, so say it. Beg for it.”

It took a moment for her to comprehend what I was demanding, but then it was done.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. She was quiet at first, but she grew louder in seconds, and her simple request was instantly the sweet sound of her begging. “Fuck me, Brent. Please, fuck my cunt hard. Do it, please, I need more…”

(From Disgusting Beautiful Immoral, the dirtiest book in the world.)

A Threesome Minus One

We climbed into the bed tired as fuck. Too much driving, too much red wine, all the stresses of traveling had beat us up and spit us out. The bed was big though, and we left our clothes on the floor before turning out the lights.

“I wish she was here too,” he whispered.

“Seriously. She is so fucking hot,” I said. He groaned in agreement, and I pictured her in my mind’s eye lying between us. I thought about watching her undress, and I thought of her lips around my cock. Suddenly I was hard and his hand was moving.

“What do you want to do with her?” I asked, both of us now clearly jerking off. He moved closer and pushed back the blanket until we could see each other in the darkness. Both of us were hard and our hands moved in a blur.

“Everything,” he moaned. “Fuck her, eat her, watch you fuck her.” We stared at each other as we thought of her, and it all happened at the same time. Our fists, her lips, our cocks, her ass, everything rushed through my head as I imagined it all at once.

Before I got too lost in thought he was between my legs and his mouth had replaced my hand. I lifted my hips off the bed, and he sucked me harder.

“Oh god, I want to feel that cunt around me.” My hand was in his hair, and his lips were soft and warm. He cupped my balls and squeezed, but a second later he was kissing me and our hard cocks were pressed against one another. I reached my hand down and wrapped it around him, jerking him off as we kissed, and we never stopped moaning.

As I got closer to coming I rolled over onto my stomach, holding him still above me. I pressed into the sheets, and he pressed his cock between the cheeks of my ass. He slid up and down, and I arched my back, suddenly wanting him inside me.

“Fuck me,” I whispered and he didn’t stop. My hand was on my own dick as the weight of both our bodies pushed me down, and I was delirious with want. I could feel my balls tighten and his groans said he was close behind.

“If you could come anywhere in the world where would it be?” I asked, knowing we both had the same answer.

“In her pussy,” he growled, now fucking himself against my ass without holding back at all. “I want to come in her pussy.”

And then we were done. I clenched the sheets in my fist, as my cock spurted beneath us, my body shaking as my orgasm rocked through me. Seconds later he exploded above me, his come covering my ass and the small of my back. Spurt after spurt he unloaded onto my body, and still, I begged for more.

When we finally could talk again he rolled over next to me and ran his fingers through the mess he left. He rubbed it into my skin and kissed the side of my head as our breathing gradually returned to normal.

“I wanted you so badly,” I said, his face just visible in the darkness.

“Your ass is amazing. But if I stopped for anything it would have been too late.”

“We have time,” I said, pulling him close to me. He kissed me again as we cuddled in the darkness.

Jessica Fucks Another Man For the First Time

Piper getting off to The Places They Come

(From The Places They Come)

Jessica climbed onto his lap a second later and their kiss was not tender. He bit her lip as his hands moved up and down her body, squeezing her breasts and her ass like a beast. He kissed down her neck to her chest, taking each nipple between his teeth before his fingers slid between her thighs to her shaved cunt.

“Fuck, you are so goddamn wet already. How long have you wanted to fuck me? How long have you wanted this?” he asked, placing her hand on his cock through his jeans. She let out a long sigh, and for just a second she looked over her shoulder at me. He turned her head back to him and kissed her again before standing her up in front of him. “How long?”

“Three years,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for three years, Paul. Since I was twenty-three.”

“You really are a slut. You should have told me sooner. Think of all the sex we could have been having.” He pulled his shirt off over his head to reveal a body I didn’t know existed. His abs were clear and defined, and his shoulders were strong and wide. She was on her knees an instant later, and he stood in front of her and watched as she undid his pants. He dropped his belt next to her on the floor, and before I could even think, his jeans were around his knees, and she had his cock in her hand. It was only semi-hard, and already it was big. Her fingers barely closed around it, and the look on her face was ravenous.

Without waiting for another second, she opened her mouth and took him between her lips and as far down her throat as she could. She gagged, but with her hand wrapped firmly around his shaft, she did it again, sucking him into her mouth over and over. My own cock was in my hand a second later, and she was lost in her effort. He grunted as she blew him, and within seconds he was rock hard in her mouth. I watched as she leaned back, and his cock was huge as it left her. I was amazed she could fit it all down her throat, but he simply smiled at her and called her a good girl.

“It’s so fucking big,” she moaned, kissing his head, and jerking him off slowly with her hand. “And it’s so beautiful. And thick. And…”

“Is this what you need, you little whore? Do you need a big cock in that tight young cunt of yours? Is that it?”

“Yes,” she moaned, standing up and kissing him once more. His fingers were back on her cunt a second later, and before I knew what was happening he lifted her up and dropped her onto the bed on her back. She cried out as she landed, but her legs opened instantly as he stood between them, forcing her knees wider with his hands.

“Touch your pussy,” he growled, his hand wrapped around his cock, just like I was doing. She fingered herself, sliding two fingers deep inside her as he watched, and it was the most pornographic thing I had ever seen. He stood between my wife’s legs watching her touch herself, and the begging started instantly.

“Please fuck me,” she moaned. “Please, I need that monster inside me. I need it so badly.”

He leaned forward, pulling her closer to him, and I watched as he rubbed his cock against the lips of her cunt. Just as he was about to thrust into her, she put a hand on his chest and whispered something I couldn’t hear. He grunted, but reached over to the bedside table and tore open the condom. It was on him a second later, and then he was back against her folds as she begged him once more.

“Louder, you little bitch. I want the whole neighborhood to know you need this big cock in your cunt. I want your husband to cry himself to sleep knowing you’ll be dreaming about me.”

“Please!” she yelled, trying to push down around him. “Please fuck me, Paul. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

I had never heard her scream so loudly, and a second later he started to push inside her, changing her demands to guttural groans of pleasure and want.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned as he pushed further and further inside her until all I could see was his ass on top of her as he fucked my young wife on our bed. She was coming in seconds, and he laughed as she screamed out his name while she clenched around him.

“Come here,” he said turning to me. I didn’t pause before walking to them, my hand still on my cock. “Look at your wife’s cunt stretched around my fat cock. Do you like that? Do you like seeing me fuck her? She came the second I was inside her. God, she’s fucking tight.”

“Yes,” I moaned, staring at her body in awe. She was, in fact, stretched around him, and he was moving faster and faster, fucking her harder with each thrust. “God yes.”

She looked at me for a moment, her eyes nearly closed in ecstasy as they fucked, and then she was back on him, staring at him as he slammed into her. She pulled him down for a kiss, and there were tears in her eyes as she came over and over again, moaning his name in between gasps of pleasure.

“I want to come in this pussy,” he growled, his fingers touching her clit and then grabbing the condom at the base. “Let me take this off.”

“Oh god,” she moaned again as she thrust up to meet him. “I can’t. Not this time.”

He moved faster and faster, and it was clear that he was close to coming.

“How about this ass then?” he said, pushing a finger into her tight hole.

“Oh fuck, I’ve never done that,” she said. “Just come for me now, please let me feel you. Maybe next time, next time you can take it off.”

“And your ass?” he said, slowing down. He pulled out for a moment and she looked frantic. She looked back and forth between me and him, and there was nothing but lust and need in her eyes.

“Yes, my ass too,” she finally moaned. “Anything you want, just please don’t stop. I want to feel you come.”

“Promise,” he said, “I want to you hear you promise in front of me and your husband.”

“Oh god, anything,” she cried. “I promise, I promise. Next time you can fuck my ass. My husband has never done it. You can have my virgin ass, and next time you can take off the condom and come inside me. I don’t care, I’ll do anything. You can fill me with your come as many times as you want. Oh god, just please don’t stop.”

“Good girl,” he groaned, pushing back inside her…

(From The Places They Come: A Cuckold’s Diary)

Love is Many Things

Love is many things.

It’s my yes and her no, spoken with honest kindness on the tongue. It’s how she laughs when, with a hand between her legs, I whisper the wrong thing. Love is lying next to each other making ourselves come when we’re too tired for anything else, and it’s the morning sun in her hair that won’t let me fall back asleep. Love is silence and ease along with screams and struggle.

But don’t forget the sacrifice and the compromise they whisper and don’t forget the tearing and breaking that comes when longing is too hard to bear. Don’t forget the hard choices and the letting go. Don’t forget the agony of love in all its shapes and sizes.

But no one could forget all that, it’s simply not what we always choose to remember. Because in every moment of missing her touch there is love. In every moment of worry and doubt there is a connection to my heart that reminds me of the why. There is no grief without great love, and there is no longing without a wild togetherness.

Love is his smile that says my loneliness is allowed, and it’s her touch that says I can cry for hours and still be okay. It’s her kiss in the night that rescues me from a nightmare and his hand on my cheek that forces me to see the compassion in his eyes. Love is holding her trembling and holding her in joy. Her bravery and her risk surround me. Her lips on my chest calm me, and her want brings me instantly into the present.

At work, on the subway, alone in the dark, and surrounded by friends, love is the home I struggle to remember. It’s the warm fire and the cooling breeze. Love is the center of the storm that doesn’t shake when everything else begins to fall away.

Love is many things.

The Taste of Never Ending Summer

One summer afternoon, years ago, three friends found a fleeting moment of bliss that meant nothing at all.

“I’ll go in if you guys go first,” she said, her voice a challenge and an invitation. All three of us stood on the rock looking down at the smooth lake with sweat running down our bodies soaking our clothes. We had hiked for over an hour to find the spot, and now that we arrived, the thought of jumping into the ice cold water was the only thing I could think of.

“We’re in,” Marcus said without hesitating for a second. Getting him naked was not rocket science, and in this case, it was already an inevitability. He pulled off his shirt, dropped his shorts, and then dove into the water without so much as a splash. I was right behind him, and the water welcomed me with chilly arms that sucked the heat from my body in a single blow.

We turned, treading water a few feet away as she pretended shyness. She took off her hat, slipped out of her sandals, undid her dress, and made a show of folding it on the rocks. With her back to us, she undid her bra before stepping out of her panties. And then, before we could shout our encouragement, she turned and dove head first into the water as graceful as a gymnast.

We kicked and splashed in the sun, and we must have laughed more than anything else because all I remember about our swim is that it was silly and fun. All I remember about our swim is her naked body brushing against me beneath the water, and the tension of hope filling my lungs with each passing minute. When Marcus finally climbed onto the rock to lay back in the sun, I remember nothing at all except that we dragged our bodies up next to him.

And maybe I don’t remember that much afterward either. Maybe we promised not to talk about it, and maybe her kiss wasn’t cold at all. Maybe her lips weren’t blue and maybe my hand didn’t instantly move to her thigh as she lay back between us on the hard hot stone. It’s possible that they didn’t kiss at all, although I suspect their lips did some of everything.

In my memory her breasts practically glowed in the sun, the tiny hairs on her body standing out in the light reflecting everything. Her neck tasted of sunscreen and her hands were as curious as ours. In my blur of a memory, in my heat-stroke, sun-bleached, twenty-year-old hormone-addled memory, her cunt tasted of never ending summer.

I like to think she took me into her mouth as he entered her slowly from behind, and I like to think that he pushed her down upon me so I could kiss her one more time. Maybe someone’s hand guided me into her as well, and maybe she sat atop me for hours at a time, her pelvis pushing down to mine as we fucked slowly beneath the envious sun. In a dream he came as she opened her mouth, letting everything run down her body and mine, and in the next dream, she held me in her hand as I burst forth into the blue sky to the sounds of her ecstatic moan.

I know that two of us slid back into the water and spread her thighs as wide as they could go, and I know our mouths found her skin and her happiness, and that moment is more real than everything else. Our fingers and tongues entered her, teased her, and loved her until she cried out into the hills and the birds took flight across the other side of the lake. I kissed his full soft lips and she laughed as she grasped us each by the hair before sliding down into the chilly water between us.

One summer afternoon, years ago, when the sun was not quite so hot, and the woods were sacred and wild, three friends climbed a mountain, discovered the gift of water, got drunk on each other’s lips and thighs, and called down the cloudless sky with our cries of love and release.

One summer afternoon, years ago, we fucked on a flat hard rock overlooking a pristine pool of water, and I like to think that even then, even on that brief day of freedom, that some part of me knew nothing would ever be as good again, and that was just as it should be.


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