Future of Porn

There must have been over 300 people packed into that room and I struggled to secure an unobstructed position for myself amidst the self-absorbed, rowdy group. I noticed with some consternation that most of these women had been drinking and didn’t seem to care one bit as they bumped into me, other people, and various pieces of furniture in their attempt to get a clear view of the screen. As I slowly maneuvered my way across the room, I had to fight to maintain my balance at every step, even to the point of rudely grabbing onto various pieces of human anatomy along the way. Finally, just as I was about to lose my balance, a hand reached out to me and pulled me forward into a small vestibule out of harm’s way. I literally fell into the woman’s arms.

“Christiana, are you okay?”

I looked up into Michelle’s smiling face. “Oh, it’s you! Yes, I think so. What the hell is going on here?”

“Take a look for yourself.”

Michelle pointed toward the screen behind me. I turned completely around and my jaw dropped. There in full color, and taking up the entire area of the screen, was Barney’s enormous black cock. And on it were three sets of stroking hands, one of them mine.

“I can’t believe this!” I said. “How the hell did this video get out?”

“I think you’d better ask your sister,” Michelle replied. “If you can get to her.”

I followed her gaze to the far side of the room. There was Bonnie, standing next to Rebecca, Maria, and Cheryl, oblivious to everything except what was unfolding on the screen before her. There was no way I could possibly work my way over to them. I felt betrayed. I had entrusted Rebecca with the care of the video and she had given a copy to Bonnie in defiance of my orders.

“Rebecca had no right to give that video to my sister. When I get my hands on them I’m going to wring both their necks!”

“Calm down, Christiana,” Michelle said. “I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it. It’s all in fun. Enjoy it.”

“Calm down?” I replied, angrily. “This is my experiment! It was not meant to be a form of amusement for a bunch of drunken women!”

Michelle didn’t even look at me. She just kept staring at the screen seemingly oblivious to my comments.

“Look, Christiana! There you are!”

For an instant I didn’t recognize the leering, half-crazed woman on the screen, but there I was, alongside both Bonnie and Rebecca, our hands encircling the massive tool that was Barney’s cock, itself on the verge of imminent orgasm.

“I’m not supposed to be in the video,” I said, shaking my head. “They were supposed to edit me out.”

Michelle couldn’t take her eyes off the screen.

“I think it’s great,” she said smiling. “You can see everything close up. God, he’s big.”

The thick slab of black meat filled up the screen, only moments away from relinquishing its heavy load.

“Did you hear what I said Michelle?” I shouted, trying to be heard over the noise.

“What are you worrying about?” she replied. “You and I are the only two doctors here. The rest of these people are Bonnie’s friends. It’s a private showing. Relax!”

Slowly overcoming my initial resentment, I began to realize that Rebecca would never do anything to intentionally hurt me. Coupled with the fact that this was indeed a private screening and that no one in the room knew who I was besides my own sister and my friends, I felt my anger somewhat assuaged. There was no doubt about the prurient value of the video, and this is what drew Bonnie’s interest to it. It was her birthday and she simply saw the video as a form of entertainment that she could not do without. The thing that really bothered me was the fact that she didn’t feel comfortable enough to ask me for the video directly, preferring instead to circumvent my authority and work her persuasive charms on my softhearted friend.

“Oh fuck,” the sweating image of Barney shouted. “I’m gonna cum!”

It was strange witnessing Barney’s climax from the vantage point of the camerawoman on the opposite side of the stage from where I had stood. She had pulled the camera back at the moment of his first spurt and was able to capture the immense eruption of sperm as it shot out of his cock and into the audience. I was thrilled to see that the camera caught Barney’s wife’s reaction as the creamy rope of cum shot past her—hearing her exclaim for the second time, “sweet Jesus,” as the pearly white blast whizzed by her at lightning speed, traveling some 20 feet or so before splashing into the women seated in the middle row of chairs. The women around me reacted with joy as they witnessed the voluminous display of white cream that followed, ejaculations unsurpassed for their volume and distance traveled.

Spurt after spurt followed one after the other: the camera at one point focusing upon my reaction of incredulity at the unceasing cascade of white. Rebecca’s pretty, but determined face sprang into view as she assiduously milked Barney’s huge tool. And then Bonnie’s laughing face moved into the frame as she held up her hands to the camera, her long, delicate fingers dripping with Barney’s thick white cum. Most men’s orgasms normally lasted only several seconds, but Barney’s ejaculations continued for well over one minute—an astonishing feat that earned the admiration of the women in the room and served as a testimony to the efficacy of my fertility drug. At one point the camera panned to Barney’s face, his eyes shut tight, his forehead dripping with sweat. Then it was over. The last scene showed Bonnie and Rebecca laughing and playing with the long, gooey strands of cum as Maria, Lynette, and Cheryl helped the exhausted black man off the stage.

There was a tremendous round of applause at the culmination of the video and the women started to move off into other areas of the house, most seeming to gravitate toward the patio, commentating excitedly about the video they had just seen.

Michelle was elated. “I was there and it was amazing. But seeing it on video is even more spectacular. Don’t tell me you’re still mad?”

“No, I’m not mad. Just a little disappointed that my sister didn’t come to me for my approval.”

“Maybe she just wanted to surprise you. You know how Bonnie is.”

I stood there with a dour expression on my face.

“Oh, come on Christiana. Smile! It’s Bonnie’s birthday. Let’s say hello.”

Michelle and I walked toward the other end of the room where the girls stood. Upon seeing me, Bonnie rushed over to me and threw her arms around me, giving me a big hug and a kiss. She was a little tipsy but not drunk.

“My little sister, the big, big, doctor who makes big, big money making big, big, erections! How come you’re so late sis?”

“I overslept. I’m sorry.”

I reached into my purse and withdrew a small gift box.

“Happy birthday Bonnie,” I said, placing the small object into her hand.

“Thanks sis,” she said cheerily. “That was very thoughtful of you.”

“I see you got your hands on my video,” I said flatly.

“Don’t blame her,” Rebecca interjected. “It was my fault Christiana. Blame me.”

“I blame both of you,” I replied. “This is an educational video, not a porn movie.”

“Bonnie wanted to surprise you,” Cheryl said, trying to be diplomatic.

Michelle looked at me knowingly. “I told you,” she said.

“Well, seeing it is your birthday, and seeing no harm was done, I’ll let it go. But in the future, if you want anything from me, ask me first, okay?”

“I promise, sis. Anything you say,” Bonnie replied with mock contriteness.

Maria offered me a glass of champagne. “Drink up, boss. It’s time to celebrate.”

I took the glass in my hand and took a leisurely sip. I knew it was useless trying to get through to these women, all of whom had been drinking for several hours before I had arrived and who were now acting completely uninhibited. I would have to let it go for now and confront this issue at a later date when they were in a more rational state of mind. But I was determined not to let the lesson go unlearned.

I turned to Bonnie. “I guess my first question would be: where are all the men?”

She looked at me nonplussed. “Oh, them. They’ll be here in a little while.”

“And Philip?”

“Him too.”

I could tell by her evasive attitude that she was hiding something from me.

“Okay, Bonnie, what’s going on?”

She leaned toward me to whisper into my ear. “It’s a surprise. I can’t tell you anything more. You’re gonna love it!”

Her mischievous grin alerted me that something was up. In Bonnie’s case, that could mean anything. Without further explanation, she walked out toward the patio with my three friends in tow.

“You’re sister is something else,” Michelle noted wryly.

I nodded in silent agreement.

Michelle and I found seats at a table on the patio and spent the next half hour talking shop. It was a pleasant day, the late afternoon sun beginning to cast long shadows on the lawn around us. The champagne was beginning to take its effect on me and I was beginning to relax and enjoy the festivities.

“I don’t mind telling you this Christiana,” Michelle began, “but that tape really turned me on.”

Her face took on a radiant glow as she recounted for me the scenes I had missed.

“I’m not surprised. That experiment had the same effect on a lot of women, including myself.”

We both laughed.

“I’ll bet you were shocked when you saw me, miss goody two-shoes, masturbate that little punk Luis!”

“I couldn’t believe it. What made you do it?”

“I don’t know. Call it temporary insanity or maybe I was just overcome with lust. All I knew was that I had to wrap my hands around that fat penis of his and make him cum.”

Her eyes twinkled as she recalled the experience.

“You always seemed to me to be so demure and unassuming, so when you grabbed Luis’ prick out of Cheryl’s hands I nearly had a fit.”

Michelle grinned. “Let me tell you, I took a lot of ribbing from some of our colleagues about that incident. Personally, I think they’re jealous.”

“Probably.”

Michelle lingered over her drink, looking pensive. “What do you think Bonnie has planned?”

“Hard to say, but knowing her as I do, the video was just the tip of the iceberg.”

At that moment I heard a few shouts coming from behind us. Michelle and I both turned around at the same time to see Bonnie’s dog, a sturdy, mid-sized Beagle named Skipper, come bounding toward the patio. The dog stopped dead center in front of us and started to whine. Several women followed in the dog’s wake, Bonnie among them, and began speaking soothing words to the animal. Skipper looked as if some unknown agency was at work within him: almost as if he were possessed by something he could not comprehend. He began to pant heavily and his intermittent yelping caused us all to become concerned.

“What is it boy?” Bonnie said softly to the dog. “What’s wrong?”

“He tried to hump my leg!” said a woman standing behind Bonnie.

“Me too,” another said.

Bonnie looked abashed. “That doesn’t sound like Skipper, does it boy?” she said without taking her eyes off the dog.

Skipper was not acting normally. Even Bonnie, whose self-centeredness rarely allowed her to empathize with anyone or anything not directly concerned with her own welfare, looked worried.

“Sis,” she said with some anxiety, “could you take a look at him please? Something’s not right.”

By this time there must have been a hundred or more guests who had crowded around the animal, curious as to what was ailing the poor beast. I got up and walked over to the dog, advising Bonnie to first grab hold of him and keep him steady while I performed a cursory examination.

Bonnie talked to Skipper as if he were a baby; her gentle, comforting words of endearment acting like a soothing balm upon the animal’s wounded psyche. He cowered a little bit, but her words seemed to have a palliative effect upon him and he eventually allowed her to take him in her arms. She cradled the animal as if it were an infant, the incessant yelping giving way to a low, guttural moan.

Although Skipper knew me very well, I was still a little bit cautious about how to handle him, knowing that an animal in distress can be quite unpredictable. I gently rubbed the dog’s head and ears and offered assurances that everything would be all right. I did this as much for Bonnie’s sake as for Skipper’s. The little dog raised his large brown eyes to me as if in supplication as I began to examine him. There was no foam around his mouth, which might indicate that he was rabid. The eyes were clear and I noticed no visible infection in his mouth or ears. His heartbeat was accelerated, but this was not abnormal for a dog his size. Bonnie was doing a good job keeping the dog restrained, but I could tell she was very upset.

“What’s wrong with him sis?”

“Nothing from what I can tell. But then again, I’m not a vet. He may have some internal complications that are not discernable but without taking an ultrasound…”

Suddenly, Skipper let out a growl and jumped right out of Bonnie’s arms and into the crowd of onlookers. The first woman he set his sights on appeared to be in her late fifties, an elegantly dressed lady with patrician-class features and a demeanor to match.

“Skipper!” Bonnie yelled.

Her words had no effect on the animal. Acting upon some unknown impulse, he raised himself onto his hind legs and threw his forepaws around the woman’s right leg and began to hump furiously.

“Oh dear!” the woman said, alarmed. “Get your dog off me!”

Rushing to her aid, Bonnie and several other women struggled to pry the dog off the woman’s leg.

“Go away, go away, you foolish hound!” the terrified woman cried as she shook her leg free of the crazed animal.

At that moment, Maria and Cheryl came up behind me.

“What the hell is going on?” Maria said.

“My sister’s dog is having a fit,” I replied.

As we all looked on in astonishment, the little dog began running around in circles, nipping at the women’s feet as he did so. Try as she might, Bonnie could not contain the wild animal and soon was forced to ask the women to move away from the out-of-control beast in case he should bite someone.

“What am I going to do, sis?” Bonnie pleaded. “He’s acting crazy!”

Whatever it was that was driving poor Skipper to distraction, none of us could fathom. Fearful of being bitten, most of the women had now moved back toward the edge of the patio that bordered the lawn, allowing the dog to perform his strange circular antics without interference. Round and round he went, as if trying to catch his tail, his constant yelping revealing signs of pure agitation.

Bonnie was quite beside herself. “Do something Chris!” she begged me.

With some measure of trepidation, I started to approach the dog. But just as I got to within a few feet of the animal, he turned to me and started to growl. Bonnie admonished him again and again, telling him to behave himself and let me approach him, but the dog remained incoherent. I began to feel pity for the poor beast, but I would not go near him.

After several minutes of his crazed circular dance, Skipper stopped suddenly and let out a long, sustained howl that sounded like a desperate plea for help. I had never heard an animal make such a sound and it made all of us jump out of our collective skins.

“Look!” Cheryl shouted, pointing to the animal’s genital area.

“Oh, my poor dog!” Bonnie exclaimed.

Skipper was now lying on his back, his front paws sticking straight up in the air while his hind legs tore at the ground underneath him. His tail acted like a pivot as his legs propelled him around and around in a circular motion. This was astonishing in itself, but what was even more incredible was the sight of the dog’s erect penis, which stuck out from his underbelly a full several inches. The thin, pinkish-brown piece of flesh bobbed wildly in the warm twilight as he continued his bizarre dance.

“What the fuck is wrong with him?” Bonnie cried, reluctant to approach the animal.

“It’s like he’s possessed or something,” Maria suggested.

Her comment gave me a sudden flash of insight.

“Bonnie,” I began. “What happened to the first pill that I gave you?”

“I told you. I lost it.”

“Where did you lose it?”

“I don’t know. Why are you asking me this now?” she said, annoyed.

“Did you lose it in the house?”

She thought a moment. “No. Wait. I remember. I dropped my purse on the lawn and it must have fallen out.”

“Well I think your dog just found it.”

Bonnie looked at me in horror. “You mean Skipper ate the pill?”

“This is fucking wild!” Cheryl interjected.

“It looks to me like he’s showing signs of exposure to the EJAX-472 drug,” I said. “Take a look at Skipper’s testicles.”

Even as we spoke, the dog’s scrotum was expanding to accommodate the influx of sperm. The speed of the phenomenon was less apparent on the human subjects of my experiment but undeniably obvious in Skipper’s case.

“Are you sure sis?” Bonnie asked with apprehension. “Are you sure it’s the pill that’s making him act like this?”

“He has all the symptoms.”

Michelle looked doubtful. “Are you telling us that he’s going to start ejaculating?”

“From the looks of things, I would say his orgasm is imminent.”

“Oh come on, Christiana, “Michelle scoffed. “The drug was designed for human consumption. It can’t possibly work on a…”

Her speech was cut off by a singular whine that cut through the early evening air like a knife. Skipper had ceased his circular motion and was now moving the anterior section of his body up and down in rhythmic fashion, as if humping the air itself. We all watched in utter amazement as his turgid penis released its first stream of doggie sperm, shooting up into the air in a straight line about ten feet before finding its way down onto the poor, unsuspecting creature. His whining had stopped, and it seemed as though all his concentration was focused upon the activity taking place in his loins.

“Unbelievable!” Bonnie uttered.

Another arc of cum shot up into the air followed by three more ejaculations that took place one after the other in quick succession. The area around the animal was slowly becoming saturated with sperm.

“Holy fuck!” Cheryl exclaimed. “Look at him cum!”

There was nowhere else to look. The myriad faces around me all registered the same expression of complete astonishment. If these women had previously been drunk, this bizarre sight had surely returned them to sobriety. It was incredible enough to witness a man performing such ejaculations, but to see a dog eject such copious amounts of sperm was wholly unprecedented.

Skipper continued to ejaculate; each upward thrust of his hindquarters accompanied by a long, gooey trail of cum that filled the air before us with spirals of white. A thick puddle was now beginning to form around the animal, each successive spurt expanding the borders of the artificial lake. And still he continued to cum.

“I take back what I said,” Michelle said, unable to take her eyes off the dog. “I should never have doubted the power of your drug.”

As she finished speaking, the dog fired off four or five intense bursts of sperm that flew outward toward a group of women standing opposite us. They shrieked in horror as the creamy missiles found their way onto their clothes.

“Jesus Christ!” said an anorexic-looking 18-year-old as she tried unsuccessfully to dodge a second oncoming trail of sperm. The sticky fluid sailed over the girl’s head directly in front of her and landed on her chest and exposed arms. The entire crowd screamed with laughter at the young girl’s mishap.

The dog was now completely covered in his own ejaculate. His penis, alive with a purpose all of its own, continued to shoot load after load of cum, most of it landing right back down upon its creator and the immediate vicinity. Judging by the amount of sperm ejaculated, I estimated the animal had to be wallowing in about two pints of the stuff. And then, when we thought the eruptions would never stop, the dog rolled over and let out a short whine, signaling the cessation of his orgasm.

“What the hell is going on here?” a deep voiced asked from behind Bryson.

Amy refused to let Bryson up and continued her pursuit for an orgasm. Bryson could hardly concentrate on what he was doing knowing for sure that someone was standing over him watching his sexual assault on who was probably the intruder’s girlfriend. His worries were subsided when he felt Amy’s pussy clamp around his fingers and the sensation of warm fluid spilling onto his tongue.

She was undoubtedly having an orgasm. Any thoughts he had about it were overwhelmed when he heard the explosive scream that escaped Amy’s lips. His enjoyment over making this gorgeous woman he did not know actually cum was short lived when he was pulled up by his hair off of Amy’s delicious pussy.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing asshole?” asked Mr. Big Shot as he stared at Bryson, cum covering his face and his still hard erection pointing at him.

Bryson said nothing, but looked at Amy for some kind of answer. Amy was still recovering from what looked to be, and tasted like, an incredible orgasm.

“I’m only going to ask one more time fucker, what are you doing with my wife?!?” he asked, tightening his grip on Bryson’s hair.

His wife! All night he was thinking Amy was some hot, rich woman looking to get laid and turned out she was married! And wanting him. No wonder she was asking so weird. Although he was in a very dangerous situation he couldn’t get over how hot that was.

“About to fuck me,” Amy finally replied to her steaming husband.

WhateverHisNameWas turned his attention away from Bryson and turned his anger to Amy. Bryson was thankful but still confused about how he was going to get out of this situation without getting his ass beat.

“Listen to me you slutty bitch, put your clothes back on and get your ass home,” he stormed at her.

“Go home and fuck yourself, I’m busy,” she replied confidently.

She looked as if she did intend to dress herself but as soon as she got to her feet she immediately dropped to her knees and began sucking Bryson’s cock. She wasn’t trying to be subtle either. She had completely deep-throat him and was bobbing her head and playing with his balls without any regard that her husband stood there and watched. She was amazing at it too. Bryson was conflicted between enjoying a blowjob from an incredible-looking woman or being concerned for his own safety from her husband watching the display.

He decided if she didn’t care he wouldn’t either. Her husband stood in shock as Bryson gyrated his pelvis forward, deep-throating her further and grabbed the back of her head and started fucking her face. She showed little apprehension to his change of pace and moaned on his cock as she continued her sloppy bobbing.

“Fuck you, you stupid whore,” he said as he left the room, leaving the door wide open.

“Oh, you are going to get fucked for that,” Bryson said as he pulled Amy to her feet and laid her back down on the table. He pushed the head of his dick at the entrance to her hole and waited one more time to watch her anticipation to get fucked.

“You want my cock, tell me how much you want it,” he said, stroking the head of his cock along her wet pussy lips.

“Please give me that dick, I want you so badly, I’m cumming just thinking about you dicking me. Please, please! I’ll be good, I promise. Anything, just give me that beautiful fucking cock!”

When his head was resting just inside her cunt, he pushed her legs as far apart as he thought she could handle and began to pound the fuck out of her pussy.

If the deafening sound of their skin slapping together wasn’t loud enough, it was surely muffled by Amy’s screaming. She didn’t hold back at all, begging him to fuck her, screaming about how good he felt. He had never made a woman make such noise in his life.

“Yes, God damnit! Holy fuck, you fuck me so good! Please don’t stop fucking me . . . with your . . . huge cock. Oh my God, I cant stop cummmIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Bryson soon realized they had absolutely no discretion at all. Besides her echoing screams, the door was completely open and he could hear a commotion starting to erupt. He slowed down his thrusts, wondering if he had a chance to save face at all.

“What? No, please. Don’t stop,” Amy begged.

He was hardly paying attention to her but immediately felt her sharp, stabbing heels digging into his sides.

“Give it to me, give me more dick, I want your cock pumping me, FUCK ME!” she screamed as she dug her heels deeper into his skin.

That’s all the motivation he needed. He braced himself and fucked her harder than he had ever fucked in his life. Amy was silent but tears were streaming down her face. She looked identical to the images he had started at all night in the gallery. Warm wetness seeped between their bodies as, what he assumed to be, her cum flooded her and his stomachs. The table was rocking and waters glasses clanked and complimentary pencils rolled across the table and finally feel on the floor; he pounded her with amazing strength and speed and knew he could only hold out so much more.

The longer and faster he fucked her, the louder he grunted, feeling his cum build up in his balls. Amy was still stabbing him with her heels but more because of her orgasm than to make him keep going. Her tight, cumming pussy was griping his cock like a vice and he had never felt a pussy this fine.

“I’m going to cum all over those fucking tits,” he grunted as he started to pull out. “Are you ready? Do you want it? AaaaahhhhHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”

He screamed as he pulled out of her pussy and aimed for her bouncing tits. She immediately grabbed his cock and jacked his dick until his cream had spread all over her. She wasted no time wiping up his cum and sucking it off her fingers. She rubbed her hands across her breasts, grabbing and pinching her nipples as she gathered the rest of his giz off of her hot body.

They hardly had time to recover before men in uniform were at the door.

“Umm, yea, you all are going to have to leave,” the man stuttered as he glared at the scene before him.

Amy and Bryson wasted no time putting on their clothes and sneaking out of the building trying not to be seen.

“So what were your plans for after the gallery?” Bryson asked Amy as he hailed for a cab.

“The end.”

So that is the mystery. Who accosted us in the woods and made us do all those wild things? Who took all those great pictures of us? Because we would like to thank them for everything and invite them to our wedding.

“You can’t blame me for wanting this to last,” I smiled.

“Okay, but damn Greg, the girl is tired.”

I was about to tell her to take Stacy’s place and finish me off, when Stacy cut me off.

“I ain’t giving up,” Stacy smirked. “Grab his arms.”

“What you doin’?” I asked as Deidra pulled my arms above my head and held my wrists together.

“Getting what’s mine, selfish mutha fucker,” Stacy wiped sweat from her forehead, and used that to twist her fingertips over my nipples.

“STOP!” I involuntarily jerked.

“What’s wrong,” she asked innocently as she tweaked them some more.

“Leave my nipples alone!”

“Oh, so that’s his weakness!” Deidra laughed.

“Uh huh.” She worked her hips again, “Whenever he gets a little too cocky, I use them to remind him who’s in charge.”

“This ain’t fair!” I squirmed, but Diedra had a good grip on my wrists. I tried to turn my body, but Stacy wasn’t going anywhere. “Oh please stop!”

Stacy played on, “Now listen to this strong, proud, professional Black man beg like a baby.”

In my mind, the places were switched – Deidra was riding me while Stacy held my arms. Thinking about releasing into Deidra broke my concentration. I felt my body tensing up, and I couldn’t relax.

“How the mighty do fall!” Deirdra added.

“How they fall, and how they cum!” Stacy said as she felt my dick swell and release into her. Spurt after spurt, she just smiled, “That’s it, give it all to me.”

“Damn,” Deidra let go of my wrists.

I grabbed Stacy’s wrists to stop her from continuing to pinch my nipples. After a few more jerks, I had control of my body again. I opened my eyes, and Stacy motioned for me to look behind me.

Deidra had her eyes closed, and feverishly worked her pussy. There was look of determination on her face as she brought herself to another orgasm.

“Get it, girl!”

“Yessssssss,” she called out as her back arched. Then she sat there, panting.

“The movie is off, y’all,” Stacy laughed as she rolled off me.

“You guys were my movie! That was incredible; I’ve never done that before.”

I turned to lean against the sofa, pulling my locs back again. This position gave me great view of Deidra’s body. “The closest I’ve come to being watched like that was when a girl in college wanted to have sex on the football bleachers.”

“And you were watched?” Deidra’s eyes got wide.

“It was nighttime, but we think we were.”

“That wasn’t as close as you’ve been to being watched,” Stacy laid her head on my lap. “We’ve let people watch us on webcam, remember?”

“You’re lying!”

“Yeah, we did, but they weren’t in the same room,” I said to correct her.

“You two are wild!” Deidra laughed. “I don’t know I that I can hang around you two anymore.”

“Girl please, you part of the clique now.”

“What clique?”

“Yeah, what clique?”

“Was this just a one-time thing?” Stacy sat up. “I mean; if it was, cool. But I wouldn’t mind if it happened again.”

I didn’t know what to say, and it didn’t look like Deidra did either.

“I know you two work together, and that might make things a little too awkward.” Stacy took her glass to the kitchen, “But I think the three of us could have some fun together.”

Deidra looked at me, and I wondered if she could see that I wanted to express real feelings for her – not just get my freak on. She looked away, and then excused herself to the bathroom.

What a mess I had potentially gotten myself into – the leading candidate for freak of the week in my kitchen, and the potential love of my life in my bathroom. “Damn.”

—-When I feel him slipping his head inside my ass, a scream of pain and incredible bliss escapes my mouth. I’ve done anal sex with some other guys, but never dry and raw like this. They always had condoms and used their fingers to warm and stretch me before entering. But somehow these thoughts never crossed my mind. I want him, and I want him now. At least he keeps his penetration slow. But soon he’s too dry to go any further and he doesn’t seem to know what to do. “Sink down my pussy a few times and return.” And when he does I can’t help but to moan and scream like a bitch in heat: anal sex is good and special, but my pussy is so much more sensible. The three or four strokes he gave me nearly pushed me over the edge: guess I won’t have to caress my clit during this anal fuck!

Quickly he finds his way back to where his first penetration had led him. And quite soon he’s buried inside me to the hilt. Instinctively, he does what I like best: he simply stays deep, rotating his hips without fucking me and enjoying the flexing of my ass. But after a few minutes, I whisper to him: “Just fuck me good…” and that’s just what he does.

—-When I hear her saying that, I pull out and rush back in, pushing a moan out as I hit her ass with my abdomen. As I begin to fuck her, I feel as if a star of sensation grows in my groin, burning up with rapture. Deela, lost in some sort of moaning-breathing trance, lowers her upper body to the ground. When she turns her head to the side, I see her closed eyes and the emotions painted on her face: her mouth opened, her every breath is laced with a moan. With her ass thrust out like this, she adds even more pressure to the already extraordinary feelings with which she envelops me. Stroke after stroke, I fuck her ass restlessly, feeling my climax approaching slowly.

Replacing my knees between her legs on the ground, I pull on her hips as I let myself fall back on my feet. She’s surprised but the hard impact spreads to her ass pushes out a delighted: “Oh my God!” from her lips. Now sitting straight on my cock, I once again grab her breasts and resume the intense fucking. Now each stroke ends with a violent impact of her ass on my thighs, and I know that, with both her hands on her clit, she won’t be long. And neither will I. Keeping a hand firmly locked on her left breast, I slide the other down under her own hands and begin to push her against it. Slowly raising on my knees, I push her ass out with each stroke as she tries to push it back against me, I squeeze her clit, lips and mound in my hand, without forgetting about her puffed out nipple that dances on her fleshy breast underneath.

—-And suddenly we both cum at the same time. I feel him filling my bowels with his cum and I drench his fingers with mine. With my head laid back on his shoulder, I hear him moaning in my ear, as the final thrusts of his ass fuck slowly come to an end. But to my pleasure, even though I feel his cock shrinking inside me, he never stops to caress my clit and pussy, prolonging my climax perhaps tenfold. He’s surprisingly good for his young age. After disengaging, I dive in the pool to cool down and he quickly joins me. The sun and wonderful day goes on slowly, allowing us to enjoy each other a few more time. A heavy and long 69 on the grass finished as the sun was setting, and I invited him to sleep with me tonight, sleepover in which we leisurely caressed each other all through the night… Some summer days are hotter than others it seems!

“-If you have the time, I’d like some comments. Thanks-”