Message-ID: <12304eli$9806181837@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: William Will Willie Bill Subject: While Hubby Slept.txt Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: LIBERTYES@prodigy.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35898EFA.62DB@prodigy.net> Dear Jilly: Well, the reason I haven't written is that I've been very busy fucking my brains out! No, not with my dear husband, Jim, but with a yummy man the likes of which most of us only dream about. A guy who appreciates my firm ass and hungry pussy. Is that a good reason or not? Right!!!! Moving away from you and everybody I knew in Portland was a shock that hasn't left me in the six months since Jim's transfer. Soon after we arrived, Jim started drinking heavily and coming home late and dead drunk almost every night. Sex? Here's how it goes: We get naked, Jim climbs drunkingly on top of me, he pushes his half-limp dick into me; he thrusts four or five times, shoots a weak squirt of cum, goes sound asleep on my breast. Total time of fuck: 45 to 50 seconds. Less than a minute! That's it. No kidding! I've been the most frustrated woman in this town until about a month ago. Almost every night Jim's co-worker, George, drove him home because Jim was too drunk to drive. Well, on this night of all nights, George had to help him into bed. I thanked him and he left, but I watched him from my darkened bedroom window as he went out to his car. He stopped behind his car, unzipped his pants and took out his magnificent cock to urinate. What a lovely , large tool he was holding in his hand. I realized my panties were wet from watching him and I made a quick decision. I ran to the front door and called out to for him to please come back in for a minute. He did. I had quickly stripped to my underwear, and when he walked in the front door I took his hand and put it over my throbbing pussy...and so it began. I quickly discovered that he was a fucker first class. His cock was considerably larger than Jim's and was capable of remaining hard for a long, long time. I mean steel hard! His cock was not only much longer than most, it was also very thick. Later, after we got to know each other better, I discovered he could sit naked in a chair, bend over and take the head of his own cock into his mouth! No kidding. Yes, he was a fucker first class! Oh, yes, yes, yes! That first night when I called George back into our house really changed me. When he came back in that fateful night and found me almost naked, his reaction was explosive. He sucked in his breath...my vagina was red and moist. Fire was between my legs as he ripped my panties off of me, dropped to his knees and began licking my cunt, tonguing my clit and sucking in a most deliscious manner. I put my hands around his lurching cock. My god! Had I known his monster was THAT large I would never have called him back into the house. My pussy became a live thing...had a life of its own. He stood up and held my face up and kissed me, sticking his tongue deep into my mouth. He rubbed my clitoris, and I was silently vibrating with expectation. He put his arms around me and kissed me hard, reaching behind and squeezing my ass with his hand. He ran his finger down the crack of my ass. I was sucking on his tongue and letting my mouth go slack and wet. Of course, my pussy was also very wet. He pushed his tongue to the back of my throat, then pulled away and told me he was going to fuck me...In this light his eyes seemed deep and as shiny as pools of heaven. I was very wet and happy to know he was going to give me a royal fuck. He pushed his fingers into my cunt and slowly licked his fingers, then put them in my mouth. He lifted his thick cock, nestled in a mass of dark curls and already swollen. A drop of precum glistened on the tip of it. "Suck me," he said. He kept one hand on my shoulder while he guided his cock into my mouth with the other. I knelt in front of him and with my eyes closed, licked and sucked, making his cock grow thicker and bigger. It tasted like him, with a strong musky scent. Now I was getting hot, really turned on. My motor was running vey fast now. He took his cock out of my mouth for a moment and caressed my breasts with it. He was breathing heavily. He placed his cock in my mouth again, grabbing the back of my head and pushing his cock deep into my throat. I gagged and tears came to my eyes. He was naked now. His thighs were magnificent, huge, and as hard as rock, as was his cock. I ran my hands over his thighs and kissed them in turn and then kissed the broad tip of his cock and his balls. I sucked him some more. This time he let me do it in my own fashion, holding one hand on his member and licking the head and stem, then closing my hungry mouth over the whole thing, taking in nine inches, letting me spit to make it smooth and wet so that it pushed into my gasping mouth easily and fully. He was moaning, his head thrown back. "Oh, darling. Oh, darling!" I relished the taste of his cock. While I was sucking on it I took his balls gently in my hand and played with them, resting my cheek against his hard thigh. I massaged my clit. "Oh now, darling, I can't wait any longer," he said thickly. 'We must fuck, baby, or I'll cum right now into your pretty mouth ... oh."' His cock was jumping and jerking. I let his cock out of my hot, wet mouth and it stuck straight up, curls of pubic hair now moist around it. On the tip of his prick was a drop of clear cum. He helped me to my feet, nude and trembling and gazed into my face, his fingers grazing my cheek as he held me tightly. I looked at his face but now it was closed to me, his eyes half shut, his full lips partly open in a rather strange way. When he pulled me to him I could feel his prick prod against my belly button. I wanted to say something he'd always remember, but all that came out were little moaning noises. "You really want it, don't you?" he said. "'I can tell by the way you sucked my prick that you want it."' Obviously! He led me over to the divan. He put his arms around me, caressing me as I looked at him. Now I was a whore and I could smell him and could still taste him in my mouth. Now he was spreading my legs open on the divan and kissing my inner thighs. His tongue was thick and wet; when he started licking my pussy I felt for my own breasts and squeezed them. Although modest by nature as you know, I found myself opening my legs wide and thrusting my cunt into his face. His tongue lingered on my clit and he licked at it until it felt so swollen and hot that I pulled him on top of me. He moved up my trembling body, licking my navel and my nipples, then plunged his tongue into my mouth where I could taste myself. I pulled on his dark hair and kissed his face and neck all over while he began to fuck me, placing just the stubby tip of his cock inside, and then taking it out. My pussy gaped open to receive him. As my hips moved to meet his, he rammed his big cock hard into me. I groaned. gasped and moaned, a mare in heat. A wild mare in need. He came inside of my cunt which felt every cataclysmic move. He stayed inside as I screamed, convulsed and creamed, and clawed at his broad tan back. Together we lay on the bed, not speaking. I placed one of his hands between my legs and he massaged my clit until I came; then, taking his cock out of my pussy he put it into my mouth, caressing his hard balls until he groaned and shot his juice down my throat. I swallowed. I was just fresh-fucked by a stranger. But George was no longer a stranger. I say "was" because he was sent to management school on the east coast just a few week after that glorious first night. Just two more weeks and he'll be back, but I've not been idle. Having had the best sex of my life every night for those few weeks with George, I remained in a constant state of awareness, steaming hot and ready. George had awakened the wanton in me and I could think of little else. Yes, I'm a whore first class! Jim has stayed drunk and was no help at all in quenching the fires burning inside of me. That's when I started looking for a temporary substitute for George, all the time praying he would come back to me soon. The last time George was with me he pulled me to the floor with him and crawled between my spread legs, sliding his great cock up and dowm my slickened crack. I sucked in my breath. Oh, uh, oh god! The tip of his prick parted my cunny lips, and I felt my love tunnel expanding, expanding...as he slowly and relentlessly shoved into to me. Oh, God! My world turned topsy-turvy as waves of fire swept over and through my body. Orgasm after orgasm. My god, I never dreamed it could be like this. He nibbled at my nipples, french kissed me, loved on me! Fucked me. My legs were spread high and wide and I heard the echo of my own voice begging him to do more and more. Oh, George, please fuck me...fuck meeee! Two hours later he took my nude, cum-filled body into his arms and carried me upstairs next to our bed. Jim was snoring loudly in his drunken never never land. George placed me in bed beside Jim and then climbed on top of me. "Take Jim's cock into your hand," he ordered. I felt around and found his limpness. "Now take my tool in your other hand and put it where you want it." I took his magnificent tool and slid it into my already well-fucked cunt. He pushed in and we began a dance of love. Every now and then he leaned over and kissed Jim and chuckled and Jim smiled in his sleep. Then I felt the powerful surges of his convulsing dick as he once again filled me with his hot, thick cum. He lifted off of me and ordered me to climb up on top of my husband, which I did. "Put his prick up into you," he said. And I did. I felt the loads and loads of cum flow down onto my husband's pubic hair. I began begging George to fuck me one more time, so we had one last wild fuck in bed with my husband. The silly fool doesn't know what he missed. Iit was getting light outside when George finally dressed and left. I went back to Jim, wetting the palm of my hand with George's cum and using the cum-wet hand to massage My dear husband's cock until it at last stood straight. Lifting my ass over him I sank down, impaling my gaping cunt and began my dance so that I had one more orgasm. I awakened the next morning to see my husband standing naked in front of my full length mirror, his fingers feeling his pubic hair as he looked in a confused manner at the matted mess, now dried. I crawled out of bed and pranced over to him, my pubic hair equally matted with George's cum. "Oh, darling," I purred, "thank you ever so much for the really good fucking you gave me last night." And I went into the shower smiling. SHALL I CONTINUE THE ADVENTURES OF THIS LOVELY YOUNG WOMAN? LET ME KNOW. sybarite32@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----