Contributor: Roger Leatherwood
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I knew exactly what came over me. It was the boiling warmth in my balls, the orgasm growing that would explode into my drunken wife within seconds.
My mind was not my own, my erection an animal apart from my body and yet connected, raging and hard and grown deep and rooted within my soul, my ardor and pulling my stomach as I rammed slowly into the slippery snatch of my wife, who lay on the neighbor's bedclothes.
Jason had come in, maybe looking for a bathroom or to get away from the band in the den, and stood watching. I saw him and did not stop.
I kept going at my wife, she was my wife after all, pants around my ankles. That Nicki was so drunk that her eyes were rolling into her head even as she spread her legs as wide as she could on the tangled sheets to let me in - that her hand was reaching down between my body and hers to finger her cunt along with my humping shaft so she would have some before I shot off, quick and horny.
And she wasn't aware that Jason was in here now, watching me do her; it was our secret and she didn't cover up for the stranger.
Nicki got amorous when she got drunk, and rubbed me as the third tequila shot hit her, all laughs and missteps and tongue in my ear. Since she'd gained weight after the last kid moved out her sexual responses had heightened but I'd had a harder time getting to her inner nub, her secret skin of inner sexuality. Hadn't been able to get her off, by tongue, finger or thrusting as much as before. People got old, they grew bored, you fucked out of habit rather than out of need.
I flopped her down on the bed, hard and full of cum myself, not having brought myself off for 2 weeks and looking to throw one up in her in a fast minute and continue outside with the party guests, none the wiser. And then Jason, watching, as I was having my pleasure in her folds, made me slow down, and rock farther out, slowing to show him my long shaft, sluicing out of her and then sliding it back in with a wet slippery gesture. Parting the waters like Moses and a red sea of cunt.
Jason closed the door behind him and walked around, kneeling lower and opening his pants. He pulled his heavy penis out, brown and curved, and stood over Nicki's head stroking and making himself point in rude accusation. As I pumped Nicki's flesh from above.
I kept my eyes on Jason's hairy cock as the tip moistened and glistened, and I released my husbandly seed, pumping a pint of my jism into her vagina and against her womb walls.
Nicki moaned, feeling it inside her. "Awesome, dude," he said, still stroking. I pulled out, a sticky rope of cum trailing from my cock to her wet pink crease, red and raw. A half smile crossed her face, like a hallucination.
I fingered her dark red clit, a tiny marble sticking above the fat mound of her bald cunt.
"You want to finish her off?"
"Me?"
"Give her some," I said. "You can see, she wants it."
Her hand was still raking the wet crease, legs still wide open. Jason pulled his pants off and kneeled between her legs.
My cock was sagging, spent, the evidence inside Nicki and dribbling out in thick chunks. "Wet . . .," he said and he leaned in and began licking her, moving the spunk up and down, lubricating her crack and swallowing.
Nicki moved and moaned underneath his tongue, happy for more attention. His cock stood at angry attention. I reached over and grabbed it.
"Nice fucking cock," I whispered. It was hot - hard and hairy at the base. I'd never held another man's cock before. The object was alien and sexual, urgent and delicious, throbbing with his heartbeat in my fist. "Let's get it in."
I directed his hard erection to the wet crease and split her bald cunt lips with the head. I pushed him in and he sighed a moment as the hot shaft was entombed by her slick fuck tunnel.
He began fucking her cunt. "This your wife, right?"
"Yeah. Don't bang her enough."
"She's a nice piece all right."
Her weight heaved back and forth on the bed. As he pushed into her body her tits jiggled in rhythm to pumping . . . and she looked over at me.
I pushed his ass onto her, helping him fuck my wife. I placed my hand on his back as he went in deep, then slid out carefully along the up stroke. His cock was covered in white foam and slime the consistency of eggs, my spunk all over his cock, and he went in deep again.
I reached down and grabbed his balls, hairy and tight, below him, and felt them slap against my wife's sopping asshole.
My cock was getting hard again. "Do her, she likes it. She used to always like it."
Jason looked down at Nicki. Her eyes were half open and she might have seen, might have realized, who was this, this was not my husband, and she reached up and put her arms around his neck. Pulled him closer into her.
I held to the base of his cock as it went in and out of her punky cunthole. He fucked faster, harder, and she raised her ass up to meet him. "I'm gonna cum."
"Do it - cum in her."
"I'm gonna cum in your wife, dude. Fuck your old lady?"
"I want you to do it. Fuck my Nicki. Cum in that cunt."
He began to pull out. I pushed him in.
"Don't pull apart. Stay close."
He pushed back in, and her breath caught. I grabbed his balls, and they convulsed. His cock jerked and shot up a ball of cum inside her, deep, out of his purple cockhead deep in her fat pussy. I felt his balls tighten then loosen, my cock hard again with the thought of his sperm shooting out into her where my cock had been moments before.
The taint of sweat and piss was in the room, the stink of earth and peach, someone's lotion, or maybe Nicki's drink from before with the umbrella in it, still on her hot breath.
She rocked now too, cumming herself - and her asshole was puckering as her cuntlips tightened and shrank around Jason's cock, milking him clean. She held him close, held him dear, rubbing against his cock, jerking herself off against his leaking cock, warm and lumpy.
Nicki looked over his shoulder to me, saw my hand around Jason's cock base massaging the rest of his spunk. I was still naked and erect. She smiled.
He pulled out and his cock made a _vvvvv-ploip!_ sound as it pulled out of her fuckhole.
"Thanks for letting me fuck her."
"Thanks for finishing off my wife," I said. I leaned down and sucked the cum and shit and pussy juice off his hard cock. He leaned back, sighing.
The feeling of having a hard cock in my mouth made me cum. A white flow of sperm oozed out of my cock and down my shaft all over my balls and my pubic hair.
Nicki watched me as I sucked Jason and asked, "Is there anyone else you want me to fuck?"
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Roger Leatherwood worked in the lower rungs of Hollywood before returning to print fiction, where he has been exploring the value of shock and the authenticity of the profane.
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I knew exactly what came over me. It was the boiling warmth in my balls, the orgasm growing that would explode into my drunken wife within seconds.
My mind was not my own, my erection an animal apart from my body and yet connected, raging and hard and grown deep and rooted within my soul, my ardor and pulling my stomach as I rammed slowly into the slippery snatch of my wife, who lay on the neighbor's bedclothes.
Jason had come in, maybe looking for a bathroom or to get away from the band in the den, and stood watching. I saw him and did not stop.
I kept going at my wife, she was my wife after all, pants around my ankles. That Nicki was so drunk that her eyes were rolling into her head even as she spread her legs as wide as she could on the tangled sheets to let me in - that her hand was reaching down between my body and hers to finger her cunt along with my humping shaft so she would have some before I shot off, quick and horny.
And she wasn't aware that Jason was in here now, watching me do her; it was our secret and she didn't cover up for the stranger.
Nicki got amorous when she got drunk, and rubbed me as the third tequila shot hit her, all laughs and missteps and tongue in my ear. Since she'd gained weight after the last kid moved out her sexual responses had heightened but I'd had a harder time getting to her inner nub, her secret skin of inner sexuality. Hadn't been able to get her off, by tongue, finger or thrusting as much as before. People got old, they grew bored, you fucked out of habit rather than out of need.
I flopped her down on the bed, hard and full of cum myself, not having brought myself off for 2 weeks and looking to throw one up in her in a fast minute and continue outside with the party guests, none the wiser. And then Jason, watching, as I was having my pleasure in her folds, made me slow down, and rock farther out, slowing to show him my long shaft, sluicing out of her and then sliding it back in with a wet slippery gesture. Parting the waters like Moses and a red sea of cunt.
Jason closed the door behind him and walked around, kneeling lower and opening his pants. He pulled his heavy penis out, brown and curved, and stood over Nicki's head stroking and making himself point in rude accusation. As I pumped Nicki's flesh from above.
I kept my eyes on Jason's hairy cock as the tip moistened and glistened, and I released my husbandly seed, pumping a pint of my jism into her vagina and against her womb walls.
Nicki moaned, feeling it inside her. "Awesome, dude," he said, still stroking. I pulled out, a sticky rope of cum trailing from my cock to her wet pink crease, red and raw. A half smile crossed her face, like a hallucination.
I fingered her dark red clit, a tiny marble sticking above the fat mound of her bald cunt.
"You want to finish her off?"
"Me?"
"Give her some," I said. "You can see, she wants it."
Her hand was still raking the wet crease, legs still wide open. Jason pulled his pants off and kneeled between her legs.
My cock was sagging, spent, the evidence inside Nicki and dribbling out in thick chunks. "Wet . . .," he said and he leaned in and began licking her, moving the spunk up and down, lubricating her crack and swallowing.
Nicki moved and moaned underneath his tongue, happy for more attention. His cock stood at angry attention. I reached over and grabbed it.
"Nice fucking cock," I whispered. It was hot - hard and hairy at the base. I'd never held another man's cock before. The object was alien and sexual, urgent and delicious, throbbing with his heartbeat in my fist. "Let's get it in."
I directed his hard erection to the wet crease and split her bald cunt lips with the head. I pushed him in and he sighed a moment as the hot shaft was entombed by her slick fuck tunnel.
He began fucking her cunt. "This your wife, right?"
"Yeah. Don't bang her enough."
"She's a nice piece all right."
Her weight heaved back and forth on the bed. As he pushed into her body her tits jiggled in rhythm to pumping . . . and she looked over at me.
I pushed his ass onto her, helping him fuck my wife. I placed my hand on his back as he went in deep, then slid out carefully along the up stroke. His cock was covered in white foam and slime the consistency of eggs, my spunk all over his cock, and he went in deep again.
I reached down and grabbed his balls, hairy and tight, below him, and felt them slap against my wife's sopping asshole.
My cock was getting hard again. "Do her, she likes it. She used to always like it."
Jason looked down at Nicki. Her eyes were half open and she might have seen, might have realized, who was this, this was not my husband, and she reached up and put her arms around his neck. Pulled him closer into her.
I held to the base of his cock as it went in and out of her punky cunthole. He fucked faster, harder, and she raised her ass up to meet him. "I'm gonna cum."
"Do it - cum in her."
"I'm gonna cum in your wife, dude. Fuck your old lady?"
"I want you to do it. Fuck my Nicki. Cum in that cunt."
He began to pull out. I pushed him in.
"Don't pull apart. Stay close."
He pushed back in, and her breath caught. I grabbed his balls, and they convulsed. His cock jerked and shot up a ball of cum inside her, deep, out of his purple cockhead deep in her fat pussy. I felt his balls tighten then loosen, my cock hard again with the thought of his sperm shooting out into her where my cock had been moments before.
The taint of sweat and piss was in the room, the stink of earth and peach, someone's lotion, or maybe Nicki's drink from before with the umbrella in it, still on her hot breath.
She rocked now too, cumming herself - and her asshole was puckering as her cuntlips tightened and shrank around Jason's cock, milking him clean. She held him close, held him dear, rubbing against his cock, jerking herself off against his leaking cock, warm and lumpy.
Nicki looked over his shoulder to me, saw my hand around Jason's cock base massaging the rest of his spunk. I was still naked and erect. She smiled.
He pulled out and his cock made a _vvvvv-ploip!_ sound as it pulled out of her fuckhole.
"Thanks for letting me fuck her."
"Thanks for finishing off my wife," I said. I leaned down and sucked the cum and shit and pussy juice off his hard cock. He leaned back, sighing.
The feeling of having a hard cock in my mouth made me cum. A white flow of sperm oozed out of my cock and down my shaft all over my balls and my pubic hair.
Nicki watched me as I sucked Jason and asked, "Is there anyone else you want me to fuck?"
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Roger Leatherwood worked in the lower rungs of Hollywood before returning to print fiction, where he has been exploring the value of shock and the authenticity of the profane.
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