Adam's Journey

Don't you worry about your writing s*******s SDogg, you're doing a masterful job with this sex scene. It's almost like I'm right there in the room with them.

You got me with that comment about having your cock buried deep inside one woman while another one licks your balls, I'm afraid that window of opportunity has slammed shut for me. Those were the good old days and they're now a distant memory, but a good one at that.

I always said when I'm sitting in that rocking chair on the front porch of the nursing home, I'll have a lot of nice memories to look back on. Now I'm worried that I'll forget all of them before I get there. Getting old is a bitch.

TrF2 - Thanks, I sure appreciate the vote of confidence. As for forgetting things, one word: Photos. Man, you should have taken photos! I know, too late now, but you can still make notes!
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With Britt pushed back in this position I knew I could enter her very deeply, and I did so slowly in order to enjoy the sensation to the fullest and not cause her any discomfort. When I was about halfway into her she let out a gasp, closing her eyes and throwing her head back, arching her neck. I stopped.

"Are you OK?"

Without opening her eyes she said "Oh god yes, don't stop!"

I continued to slowly push into her, marveling at how tightly she closed around me, feeling the resistance inside of her as the head of my penis opened and stretched her. It was my turn to gasp. "Fuck! Are you sure you just had a baby recently?"

Now she opened her eyes, looking up at me with a puzzled look. "Ooohhhh god! Yes, of course. What makes you..mmummm, damn... what.. ohhhh, fuuuck!"

I answered her unfinished question. "You're just so damn tight, it's tough to believe." I was fully inside her now, my balls against her upraised ass, and I paused to allow for both of us to adjust.

She gasped in air, then laughed. "I work out, long and hard." She squeezed me inside her and I gasped again. "So you approve?"

"Oh god yes! You feel just like..." I had started to say you feel just like Kristi, who hasn't had any kids, when I realized that Kristi was right there, staring up at me, waiting to see where I was going with this. I'm not always the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I immediately sensed the metaphorical quicksand under my feet. I changed my wording, not that it wasn't already too late. "You feel amazing, just like you had never had a young at all."

Kristi smiled knowingly and gave a small shake of her head, closing her eyes to again focus on the sensations of her own body, on Cody thrusting himself deep inside of her, on her own pleasure. She reached one hand up and found Ty's balls where he kneeled above her, and began to squeeze and fondle them as he jerked off. Britt accepted the compliment with a small smile before thrusting her hips up at me, insistent on taking me, her need making her impatient at my pause.

More than ready, I began to fuck her with intent, driving myself deeply inside of her with each thrust. Her disconcertingly pale eyes closed and her mouth opened into a small "O" shape, her breath coming in small, rapid pants as her body, extremely aroused from all the foreplay, began to drive toward the finish line she had been seeking. I think Kristi fed off of Britt's arousal (or maybe I'm just telling myself that so that I can feel at least a little bit responsible for Kristi's pleasure), because soon it became obvious that she too was ascending to a peak.

Without either of us ever intending it to happen, it became like a race between Cody and I as to which could bring his woman to orgasm first. Knowing all of Kristi's signals, her "tells" as well as I did, it was apparent to me that she was there, right on the cusp, and then she crashed over into a powerful orgasm, crying out, clutching at him, hips pumping upward to meet his thrusts, and I realized he had taken her to heights I had thought reserved for me.

Her back arched and her head went back, exposing her throat. Eyes closed, legs splayed wide open for him, her body welcoming him inside and displaying her pleasure, even as I fucked Britt I recognized it for what it was; a moment of total vulnerability, complete submittal, utter surrender, the second time that night that Kristi had so completely and willingly given herself to another man. And it was so hot, so erotic, so raw, and Kristi so incredibly sexy and beautiful as she came that I shuddered along with her pleasure and had to scream at myself inside of my head and dig my nails into my palms to keep from cumming right with her, right alongside of her!

Britt felt no need to attempt to delay her orgasm, as I had, and the power and sound of Kristi's seemed to drive her over the edge, and she cried out as she came, driving her hips up into me as if to get every last millimeter of my cock inside of her. "Ohhh god, oh yessss! Oh fuck me, fuck me, ohhh unnghhhfuck, ohhh cuckolds brownie, SHIT!"
I slammed into her, doing my best to meet her demands, feeling her squeeze and clutch at me as she dug her nails into my upper arms and my balls bounced against her ass with each thrust. It was intense, very, and I should have cum then.

I didn't, somehow, and as the two women collapsed back, momentarily stunned, Cody and I continued to fuck them. It was only now that I remembered that there were others watching us, others besides the omnipresent Ty jerking off his incredibly stiff and deeply arched cock over Kristi's face.
I realized that people were sitting and standing where they had front row position for watching our coupling, and could see our cocks driving into the women in near-gynecological detail. Normally uncomfortable with being looked at, and with no history of any form of exhibitionism, I began to fuck Britt in long, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out of her before pushing back in, displaying my cock and how deeply I was penetrating her to anyone that cared to watch. I was giving Britt more than Ty or Cody could give Kristi, and I think subconsciously I might have wanted anyone watching to know that.

Whatever, Britt found the deep stroking to be eminently satisfactory and came again, more controlled and less loudly this time, her arms coming up around my neck as I pumped myself into her. It was now less like rutting and more like lovemaking, although too soon it seemed that our lovemaking, which had started out as fun, excitement, and urgency and evolved to sharing and intimacy, might deteriorate into a contest between Cody and I to see which would give his partner the most orgasms, who would last the longest, who was best.

Determined to avoid that, I focused solely on Britt, although to say that I was unaware of Kristi and the pleasure and orgasms she received from him would be a blatant lie. I was keenly aware of each and every moan and whimper she made, and of how beautiful she looked, and wished secretly that I could have enjoyed Britt separately, apart from all this so that I could have enjoyed each woman's beauty and pleasure fully. Especially Kristi. The truth was, I just wanted to see her, to watch her make love to another man!

My earlier concern with whether Cody or I would cum first had neglected Ty, and indeed it was he that first groaned and spurted, his milky white semen flying wildly over Kristi before splashing down on her lower stomach and pubic area, a large streak hitting Cody on the groin just above his cock and running down. Cody cried out "Dude!", an objection which struck me as funny considering he had his cock immersed in Ty's earlier ejaculate! Ty groaned an apology as he continued to spurt, the second long streak hitting both Kristi and Britt on the ribs and breasts before Kristi pulled his cock down, directing the rest of his slowly diminishing spurts mostly into her mouth, a fair amount winding up on her lips, chin, neck, and cheek.

Ty's wild, uncontrolled orgasm seemed to set off a chain reaction, with Kristi cumming at the sight, feel, and taste of his spurting cum, Britt cumming as she ran her fingers through his fresh semen and spread it on her own leaking nipples, and Cody groaning that he was cumming as he witnessed all of the above. He raised up and thrust deeply into Kristi, groaning out a series of unghh, unghh, unghh sounds with each pistoning, spurting thrust, his big balls and overtaxed prostate spilling their pent up load deep inside of her.

That was it, too much for me, knowing that he was filling her sweet pussy with his creamy white load, and I felt myself slip past the edge, the first spurt blasting out of me and into Britt as I came, crying out and telling all what was probably very obvious. "Ohh fuck, cumming, ohhh my god!"
Britt bucked up to meet me, her hands gripping my ass and pulling me into her, her nails biting into my skin, taking all I had inside and squeezing me, demanding and getting more!

I spurted and spasmed until I had nothing left, then held very still for a moment, savoring the afterburn and her tight pussy milking me. After awhile I slowly fucked her used and creamy pussy, loving the warm, relaxed liquid feel of her and noticing that Cody was doing the same to Kristi. He quit first, pulling slowly out of her and standing, his thick, semi-hard cock coated in cum as it hung at half-mast in front of him.

He looked down at us. "Whew! That was incredible!" He bent and stroked her shoulder and hair. "Thanks baby, you really are as good as you look!" Kristi weakly waved a limp hand at him, muttering her own approval and thanks before rolling onto her side, away from me. I saw her body shudder with a post-orgasm aftershock, and knew how much she had enjoyed it.

Cody laughed as he saw her uncontrolled shiver. "Anyone beside me need a beer?"

Ty agreed weakly, sighing with exhaustion as he struggled to his feet and they stepped down to head to the bar. Those two seemed to do everything together; I had to wonder.

I slowly slid out of Britt, hearing her gasp as my cock slipped wetly from her grip, and flopped onto my back between the two girls, trying to catch my breath, my penis worn out and returning slowly to about three fourths size, used and rubbery as it flopped onto my belly and hip. Britt found my hand and squeezed it, sighing contentedly, a silent communication of the pleasure we had just shared. My other hand found Kristi's back, warm and moist with a film of sex sweat, and I ran my hand down her side to her hip, feeling her shudder again as I left it there.

I turned my head toward her. "Are you OK?"

A tired "Mmmm-hmmmm" was her only reply, but I knew she was happy and satisfied by the tone of her voice, momentarily fucked out.

I raised up onto my elbows and looked around. Steve was on the edge of the tub, naked, his small to average cock being attended to by his wife Meg and their friend and mine, Pam, who were taking turns sucking him.

Doug and Kori had returned from the bar at some point, and were standing alongside the tub. Doug was once again hard and pointing skyward, his long cock apparently stiffening up under Kori's loving attention, the sight and sounds of our fucking, and the sight of his wife Pam sucking another man's cock. Kori looked pleased at this development.

Joan and Matt, the young couple that had bailed on us earlier out of shyness or embarrassment, had returned and were in the tub, both naked and very close together. They had decided, apparently, to go for it and experience something new and wild, and I silently applauded their spirit of adventure, wishing I'd had more of it when I was younger like them. She had beautiful breasts, round and firm, very youthful looking, and they were obviously playing with each other under the water. Her nipples looked extremely hard, despite the hot water. Where they were sitting they would have had an excellent, intimate view of me and Britt, and Cody and Kristi, and I wondered how long they had been there.

Miguel was resting, having already cum inside of Linda, and his cum slowly spilled from her open sex as he lay behind her, her leg up over his hip and his large, dark cock wet and limp on his thigh, both of them watching Juan pound Max's ass. To my surprise, Max had a hard-on, his skinny, pale cock apparently aroused by a thick cock up his ass in a way nothing else had accomplished. Juan was reaching around him, under his hip to roughly grasp and yank the older man's cock and balls, and as I watched Max spasmed and spilled a small trickle of semen onto the deck below him, the jizz just running out rather than spurting. As I thought about needing to draw up a bucket of lake water to rinse that off, Juan suddenly pulled out of Max's rectum and grasped his own cock, spurting a spray of cum across both Max and his wife Linda, thoroughly splattering the older man's pale back and Linda's stomach and breasts with droplets and streaks of whitish cum. Linda laughed delightedly at this, and I wondered idly whether she was enjoying Max's public offense, or just enjoyed being cum on and in by the two men.

At the bar, the takesen dishwater blonde was sitting on a bar stool which she had swivelled around to face the hot tub and watch the action. Darrien was between her legs, his back to us, her heels on his dark, muscular butt as his ass pumped, and I knew he had his big black cock inside of her, giving her what she had been looking for all evening. Her husband stood nearby, watching, still looking angry. I thought again that it was not the first time she had done this to him, and wondered at his love and his tolerance of her takesen sluttiness, his devotion to her. He glanced around quickly to see if anyone was looking, not noticing me, and reached down and squeezed his cock, rubbing himself. I saw that he had an erection, that he was aroused by his wife's behavior despite his apparent anger and offense!

We are strange naturals, we humans, constantly pitting our morals, our pride, our sense of right and wrong against our needs and desires, and our basest and most basic instincts. We seem to love to *** ourselves; I knew I had been.

Stormy,
I love the way you captured the pre-orgasmic urgency of all the players here, followed by the post orgasmic dreamy bliss, and then just the hint of Adam's moral code coming back in.

I've read that it is very difficult to change your core values in adulthood. It usually needs trauma or some enlightenment which sinks in slower. Adam wants to accept but his core will hold him back from fully doing it for some time, even if he says otherwise. I just love this story, it has everything.

Someone once said, "love without philosophy is flatter than the earth"
Henry VIII, I think. How well you tell this truth Stormy. I see this tale becoming a classic of the géndre.

Bravo Stormy, excellent job. I know that the houseboat party is not quite finished yet, and I know that it must have taken a lot of time and effort to write. Just wanted to say thanks.

TrF2

Thanks peak, and now it's you that proves prescient - I'm just getting to that!

oliverra, that's a great observation. Can't seem to picture myself as a philosopher, although I do enjoy the occasional falafel sir. Sorry, bad pun!

Your welcome TrF2, and thanks for the support. It is a lot of work, but also a lot of fun.
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Thinking such thoughts as I saw him watching his wife I was thankful that I had been more or less powerd to accept the situation to the degree that I had. While still confused and uncertain, at least I wasn't standing alongside, angry, hurt, and humiliated like he so obviously was. You would have thought that maybe the overall atmosphere of fun and sharing might have gotten him more involved, but he seemed too wrapped in his own misery.

Without even really registering it, I saw Jack and Ellen, the older couple that had been in the tub with us for some time, slide across to join Joan and Matt, the four of them talking earnestly. We all knew Matt and his wife were rookies (like me!), and I wondered if maybe Jack and Ellen weren't trying to make an approach, perhaps a more experienced couple looking to help introduce the newcomers to the experience. Whatever, they seemed to be enjoying getting to know each other.

I looked over toward Ron and Sandra, who were now sitting and holding each other, their bout of lovemaking over - or at least temporarily interrupted. As I looked, Ron stood and pulled Sandra to her feet and they approached the tub, stopping alongside Kori and Doug. Ron put a hand on Kori's shoulder, and they kissed, and then Ron glanced down and noticed Doug's renewed erection.
"Damn, woman, haven't you worn this guy out yet? You must be getting soft in your old age!"

Kori feigned insult. "My old age? I'm younger than you buster!" She glanced down at his crotch. "But then again, you do look worn out - or maybe worn off. Sandy, what did you do with the rest of my husband's cock?"

Sandra laughed, a musical sound, her white teeth flashing. "You two are so funny! Are you like this always?"

Kori smiled. "Pretty much. So did my Ronnie take good care of you?"

Sandra tilted her head to smile up at Ron, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "Mmm, so very good! He is wonderful, so gentle and thoughtful. And so very talented with his tongue! He should teach Miguel his tricks, my husband sometimes forgets that a big cock is not everything."

Ron looked at me. "Hear that, Mule?"

I objected. "Hey, what did I do? Leave me out of this, I'm just an innocent bystander!"

Kristi, spoke, still laying on her side facing away from us. Her voice sounded tired, and distant. "Can't pick on him Ronnie, he has so many talents besides just that big bat." She reached back and stroked my ribs. "Don't you dear?"

I felt myself blush, but was pleased that she had spoken up for me. "Umm, I suppose I know a few things..."

I felt Britt touch me from the other side. "Would you care to demonstrate? I'll be glad to be your assistant."

I looked down at her. "Insatiable wench! Didn't you get enough?"

She laughed, a low, sexy sound. "I could probably die happy right now, but I'd rather live even happier. My husband is off across the country hitting little dimply balls and packing even littler, dimplier balls. Juan just had his dick up a guys ass, so he's not getting near me for awhile, but you're right here, bigger than life, and I hear you're talented, sooo... Just to prove Kristi's point is all, you see, not for me!"

It was my turn to laugh. "Sure, I understand!" I leaned her way and bent to suck her breasts, still tasting her milk. I looked up at her. "It's a good thing I'm not lactose intolerant!"

She blushed prettily. "Actually, you seem to be extremely lactose tolerant. Deficient, even, the way you keep going at them!"

I laughed, then sucked her other nipple for a moment. She sighed. "Mmmm, I could get used to this!" I heard Kristi move, and from the corner of my eye saw her roll over to face us, to watch. I raised my head to look at her and our eyes locked, searching for something in each other. I couldn't seem to tear my gaze away from her until she smiled and said "Go on. Show her that thing I love so much, you know what I mean."

I bent and kissed Britt on the lips, long and lingering, then moved to her throat, her breasts, and then down across her stomach, slowly, gently, a light trail of kisses and touches with my tongue, tasting her salty skin. I kissed then licked her navel softly, then to her lower stomach and the soft white strip of hair at her sex. Her hips moved up to meet me, but I bypassed the route she wanted me to take in order to kiss and carress her thighs, lightly, teasingly. I heard her moan, and felt her body tighten as I moved to the inside of her thighs, kissing my way upwards, going from one leg to the other until I reached her sex. I knew she was at the point where she needed.

She was hot, aroused, her pussy full to overflowing with my semen and her own secretions leaking slowly out of her. She smelled of arousal and sex, and I touched her small, hard clit with the very tip of my tongue, and she gasped. "Oh, god, Adam!"

That did it for me, and I dived into her, pushing my tongue against her newly inflamed sex and into her, tasting us, feeling her respond. She rose up, thrusting into my face, wanting more, and I obliged, licking rapidly at her labia and clit, swallowing what she powerd into my mouth. She came hard and sudden, her legs clamping to the sides of my head and her hand holding me there, pushing down on top of my head as if I was trying to escape, which I most assuredly was not.

As her hard orgasm receded I backed off slightly, just enjoying slowly lapping at her sodden pussy, the idle thought that she had probably been fucking Juan earlier in the day passing through my head. Oh well, too late now!

Her hand came between us, her fingers finding and touching her tender parts as though to be sure I had left everyting in place, and she began to slowly masturbate herself. She truly did seem insatiable! I moved back a few inches, wanting to watch her play with herself, and was thunderstruck to recognize the engagement ring in front of my nose as Kristi's! It was Kristi that was touching Britt's cum-drenched pussy, not Britt herself!

Still shocked, I looked up to Kristi's face to find her kissing Britt, everyone else near the hot tub watching this tableau unfold in front of them. They kissed deeply as Kristi touched Britt's sex, and I could see that their tongues were exploring, and by the time the kiss broke off I could feel the old familiar tingle of arousal inside of me as Britt, rubbing herself into Kristi's probing fingers, had brought herself to another orgasm. Kristi looked at me, and again we searched each others faces until this time she tilted her head slightly to the side and softly said "Adam..?"

I knew immediately what she was asking, what she wanted, but I hesitated, still trying to decipher her look. We seemed frozen that way for an interminable several seconds, then she softly said "Adam, please?" and I moved to her, with no control of my own, and she raised her legs and spread them, and I looked down at her used and sex-swollen pussy.
She was wet, saturated even, and cum smeared, her whole pubic area and upper thighs painted with the cum of the two young men, and a foggy whitish fluid still leaked from her until I lowered my face to her and touched, tasted, and scented her arousal and her wanton lust.

I love the various scents of a woman, and of this woman above all others. Whether it's the soft scent of a flowery shampoo in her hair, the fresh soap scent on her skin after a shower, the subtle, sexy, need-you scent of her finest cologne, the salty, light perspiration after a hard workout or a long bout of lovemaking, or the musky, needy, maddeningly female scent of her aroused sex, I love them all, and that last one was there now, in spades!

Along with the scent of Kristi, though, was a rough masculine musk, the claim they had laid, the mark they had left on her lest I fail to realize that they had taken her, and she had accepted them into her body and drawn their seed from them, allowing them to expend their hunger, their need, as they pumped their cum deep inside of her willing, hungry pussy. I was tasting them then, a taste not so different from my own, but different nonetheless, Kristi and someone else not me, and feeling the wetness of the overflow on my cheeks and chin.

Way deep in my mind I realized that people were watching, seeing me go down on my woman after others had used her, and that I should feel shame and offense, but when Kristi arched and pushed into my face and I heard her call out my name as she came, I felt only pride. She was mine, I was proving that, and that she had come so quickly and so strongly to my touch, to my tongue gave me intense pleasure. When I heard her draw her breath in as a ragged sob it only pushed me further, and I attacked her, thrusting my tongue inside of her until the muscles and tendons in my mouth and neck hurt, lapping at the mixed juices that flooded her, swallowing what found it's way into my mouth.

She came again, with a gasp and a scream, and then I was up over her, entering her, inside of her steamy furnace, my cock again rigid and throbbing from the arousal of being at her cum drenched delta, tasting and smelling her as she came. I fucked her hard, pounding into her, not caring that it was totally silent around us, everyone watching, every nipple, penis, and clitoris erect as our intensity became contagious. She was liquid inside, slick, molten, tight, her cum filled pussy grasping at me as I felt the semen I powerd out of her depths coat and then drip from my balls. I was immersed in their cum, and we kissed, Kristi sucking at my semen coated lips and tongue, wanting to share the entire experience with me.

WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, and finaly!!!!!!!!!!! so intense. Great, love every stroke. Almost tasted it. Moreeeeeeeeeeee.
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Absolutely wonderful

GH

cd, GH, and oliverra, thanks all. Glad you enjoyed it, your opinion is important to me. And now, I've left them in this position long enough...
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She had one arm wrapped around my neck, holding herself close, her face to mine. The other was beside her, clawing desperately at the towel she was laying on, and her legs had locked around me, her heels dug into the crease between my ass and thighs. She bucked up into me, driving more excess semen out of her, and I felt her body begin to tense up as she neared orgasm.

She bit my neck, and then my ear, and I heard her voice grind out "Fuck me, oh fuck meeee!" before it tailed off into a guttural natural sound with her climax. One of her heels slid between my legs and into the back of my balls, crushing hard against my nuts and the swollen root of my cock, powering me deeply into her as her cum-drenched pussy sucked at me. It might have been painful were I not so totally immersed in the act, endorphins, adrenaline, and everything else flowing freely. As it was, it was painful pleasure, triggering my own nerve ending to fire and my cock to strain and pulse inside of her, and I felt myself begin to boil over.

My mouth to her ear I said "I'm gonna cum in you, fuck my cock all in your sloppy seconds, cumming in your creamy pussy!"
It wasn't poetry by any means, it was gross and vulgar, but with no red supply to my brain I could barely think let alone talk. Finesse didn't seem necessary, or even possible, and intimacy could wait.

She replied, her whisper strained but clear. "Not seconds, lover, sloppy thirds. You're my third tonight."

That did it, her taunting me about the two men preceding me that had left her full and slippery, and I came, the first spurt feeling like I had launched a full quart bolus of cum into her, almost aching as it fired out, quickly followed by several more painfully intense contractions as I emptied into her. I hadn't expected to have much if anything left after the two loads that Britt and Pam had drawn from me, but if intensity meant anything regarding volume, I flooded her.

She continued to drive her hips up into me after my orgasm had exhausted itself, pushing her tight, slick tunnel to the base of my cock, grinding her ass into my cum-slathered balls from the front, her heel from the back, and her seemingly endless capacity for sex astounded me yet again! She'd have taken more if I'd had any more to give, but I was done, drained, exhausted, and I collapsed on top of her, barely able to support my weight on my elbows and knees.

I was lost to the world for a time, I don't know how long, before Kristi breathlessly whispered in my ear. "Oh my god that was good! Are you all right?"

I groaned assent, lifting a little of my weight off of her as I heard a man's voice say "Damn! That was worth the price of admission, right there! Don't expect me to duplicate that for you sweetheart!"

A woman laughed, and I recognized Meg's voice when she replied. "Don't worry dear, we've been married long enough I know not to expect something like that from you!"

A couple of people laughed, and I was reminded that Kristi and I had just made quite the spectacle of ourselves, had engaged in maybe the most violent, nasty, and uninhibited sex of our entire relationship in front of a crowd of friends, acquaintances, and near-strangers. I found I was too tired to really care, but was nonetheless glad I was flushed from the exertion of sex so that my full-body blush of embarrassment, if present, would be less noticeable.

I rolled off Kristi with a gasp as my hyper-sensitive penis slid from her hot embrace and flopped over onto my back, my muscles too limp to move me any farther. I felt my sopping wet cock plop half-limply onto my lower belly, and as I lay there trying to catch my breath I felt a trickle of liquid run over my hip and down the side of my right buttock. My fluids, Kristi's, perhaps Cody's or Ty's, it didn't matter at all, and if I had cared I was too tired to be bothered with it anyway.

Kristi rolled onto her side and plastered herself against me, her warm breath on my neck and her arm across my chest. I felt a delayed shudder of satisfaction course through her, and I snorted a soft laugh. "Are you pretty happy?"

"Ohhh god!" Her voice had a quaver to it. "I'm totally fucked out! I'm probably not going to need any more sex for at least an hour."

That got a weak surprised laugh from me; I had been anticipating that she might say a week, or a month, and she laughed too, pleased that her teasing had amused me.

"An hour! Damn, you're going to have to proceed without me, I'm down for the count I'm afraid."

She slid her hand down my chest and stomach until she found my cock and grasped it, lifting my rapidly softening sex. I was still very sensitive, and I gasped. She giggled. "I would hope so! I can't believe you came three times in just the last hour or so - and by the bucket, you must be hollow inside! Were you just showing off?"

I groaned, ignoring her question. "Careful with that, I think it may be broken. Or at least worn out. And you should talk! What did you cum, about twenty times?"

She shivered at the memory of her sex-filled evening. "Mmmmm! Maybe even twentyfive. But there's a big difference - I can! Well, provided I have enough hard cocks and horny, willing men."

We were laying there talking as people moved around us, some conversing, some drifting off to the bar, and I could hear at least a few having sex, the sounds unmistakable. We were enjoying a private, intimate moment in the midst of a group, my cock in her hand slick and wet with cum from her and three men, our mixed semen undoubtedly still running out of her used pussy, the taste of them all still on my tongue, their scent in my nostrils.

We stayed like that until the wooden deck became too hard and uncomfortable, then helped each other sit up amidst a few groans of protest. I looked around at the folks that had been our audience shortly before.

Ron and Sandra stood at the bar, Ron behind her as she rubbed her firm and tawny little ass against him. As they momentarily separated I could see his rock hard little pecker sticking straight up before she again fit him in the valley of her high, round butt and rubbed herself catlike on him. He was certainly getting the maximum enjoyment out of his little senorita, and the fact that her husband Miguel was sitting on a barstool alongside them, watching, his dark, thick cock half-hard where it bobbed in his lap, didn't seem to deter Ronnie in the least! I admired his chutzpah, if not his common sense!

Darrien was still laying it to the takesen blonde - I felt bad that I had never gotten her name - but now he was sitting on the barstool as she faced him, riding his lap. Her legs were spread wide, up over the low arms of the chair, and he had his legs apart supporting her as she rode him. Several people stood close, watching them, and even from where I was I could see his massive black balls dangling over the edge of the chair and his thick cock spreading her open as he plunged it into her.

She was writhing and crying out, her excite and her ardor removing any inhibitions, and she came on his big black cock as we all watched, bucking and slamming into him. Soon after, she climbed off of him, allowing his pussy-slickened ebony pole to stick up in the air as she turned around to straddle him in a reverse position. I watched her husband, still looking glum as he stared at Darrien's impressive member, wondering what he was thinking about that big black man and his large rigid cock, so plainly wet with his wife's arousal, out there for all to see. He had his hands plunged deep in his pockets, and I realized he was squeezing and stroking himself, unable to either deny his love and walk away, or to control his arousal despite his hurt and anger.

Been there, done that; I hurt for him, then more so as his wife backed herself onto that thick, wet, black cock, taking it deep, crying out. While others watched.

Britt and Pam were among those watching, having moved away after Kristi and I were done. They talked with Juan as they watched, his dark, fat cock still standing out proud and erect in front of him, his heavy balls hanging low beneath! I remembered that Britt had said he was near-priapic; that appeared to be true, but I also recalled that he had just had his cock up Max's ass, and neither of the women seemed inclined to touch him until perhaps he had cleaned up a bit.

Ellen and Jack had obviously managed to put Joan and Matt at ease, and both women were occupied with Matt's hard cock, licking and sucking at him as Jack stood by watching. The older woman, Ellen, was clearly enjoying sharing Joan's young husband with her, and seemed to appreciate that his cock was considerably larger than her husband's, and was extremely hard. Jack slowly masturbated as he watched, and I remembered his earlier comment about helping her find someone that could give her more than he could. Matt certainly could, although at that moment he erupted, gasping as his jizz spurted into the faces of the two women and into the tub as the women laughed and tried to catch as much as possible in their mouths, sharing his load. And to think that I had been worried about cum in the water! Looking at Joan as her husband's cum ran down her chin, I was struck by how much the color of her hair and eyes suddenly reminded me of Tiffany. Tough, vulnerable Tiffany - I hadn't thought of her for several hours! I looked forward to seeing her again in a few days.

Max and his wife Linda approached the tub, both looking happy, tired, and sticky. Linda had white streaks of cum running down her thighs, from Miguel unloading inside of her, and Max's cock had returned to its small and incredibly shrivelled flaccid state. Spatters of Juan's cum were visible on both of them, and they made no effort to clean off before lowering themselves into the steamy and swirling water. I hoped the filter was up to the task.

Last I found Kori, still with Doug, on her knees in front of him with his hard cock in her mouth! She was off to our left, in a quiet area away from the bar, and Cody and Ty had drifted over to watch her blow Doug. Kori is happiest, I think, with a cock in her mouth, and she seemed quite happy at that moment. Cody stood to one side, watching and playing with himself, but his cock was limp and hopeless this soon after Kristi had finished with him.

Ty, on the other hand, was rigid yet again, his sharply curved cock sticking out and then up toward his chin, and he stepped close to offer it to Kori. She gladly accepted, taking turns on the two of them as Cody watched. Well, as Cody, Kristi, and I watched!

I looked at Kristi for a moment, struck by her post-coital, sweaty, tousled look. She looked like she had just been thoroughly and completely fucked, but also like she could entertain a few more men before she was done. She was beautiful and sexy, and she smelled like a brothel. Or what I assume a brothel smells like.

She caught me looking and smiled. "What?"

"You're gorgeous."

She shook her head. "I'm a wreck."

"Mmm. A gorgeous wreck. You are fucking incredible."

She laughed. "You're biased."

"No doubt, I just got laid. That tends to affect my judgement."

She looked at me consideringly. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. You did enjoy it?"

How to answer that?? "Uh, yeah, I did. I probably still need to wrap my head around a few things, but it was pretty amazing. Very intense." I changed the subject, not knowing what else to say. "Do you think Kori is enjoying two cocks as much as you did?"

The fact that I was gently jabbing her with that question went right over her head. "She sure looks like it."

I looked at her. "You really got off on Ty's funky curvy cock, didn't you?"

She looked into my eyes before answering, then smiled at me. "I really did." She touched herself on her stomach, just above her pubic mound. "He kept stroking me right in here, right on my spot, and it made me cum like crazy. And it felt so good when he came in me, I could feel every spurt and splash. He has a great cock, so hard! Maybe I can do him again before we go home. You could watch. And clean up. Would you like that?"

I closed my eyes. "God, Kristi!" I felt an electric tingle in my tired, aching balls.

Kristi is soooo hot. Now, Tiffany???????WOW love this party.
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Stormy. I'm reminded of all those scenes earlier when Kori seduced our hero and I thought she was sooo hot. She was of course, but Kristi really blows her away (forgive the pun). A truly equal foil for Adam. Very nice balance. This is just a great story, a great romp. Very enjoyable. Thanks again.

Thanks cd and peak. Kori is pretty hot, but there had to be a reamister why Adam is so addicted to Kristi that he couldn't leave! Liked the pun, appreciate the support and input!
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She laughed at my reaction. "Oh Adam, you're just too easy! Do you think I can make you hard if I keep teasing you?"

It was my turn to laugh. "Probably - if you wait 'til tomorrow to tease me. I think I'm shot for tonight."

"Really? That's too bad, I was hoping to get something to take and then maybe have a slow-motion replay. You were awfully quick, considering it was your third time."

I objected. "Hey, I couldn't help it, I was so damn horny! Besides, you still came several times before I did, so you can't call me quick."

She winked at me. "Sure I can, because I could have kept on going, but you were done."

"That's because I have to face the reality of biology while you're the Energizer bunny. Do you intend to keep rubbing that in?"

She giggled. "Probably. It's kind of fun. Now come on, let's go get you rehydrated - you must be drained." She giggled again, at her own pun. "We should probably mingle with our guests a little too, and try to act sociable"

"Gosh babe, I think you've sucked and fucked pretty much all of the unattached males, you can't get a whole lot more sociable than that!"

Laughing, she gave me a stinging slap on my ass as I rose. "Look who's talking! Seems to me you were doing pretty well for yourself too, considering I was the one that most wanted to do this. I'm not sure I like you screwing other women."

I stared at her. "Are you serious?"

She thought for a moment. "Maybe. A little. You looked to be really into it, and you seemed very attracted to that Britt girl - and she sure likes you! She's very pretty, don't you think?"

I wasn't too worn out to sense a trap. I tried to sound noncommital "She's attractive, and very fit, like you. You know how I like tight buns!"

She laughed. "I do. Her tits are a lot bigger than mine though."

"Oh come on babe, of course they are, she's nursing! We could knock you up and you'd probably get big knockers too, at least temporarily."

She giggled. "Yeah, you sure enjoyed that whole nursing thing! Come to think of it, you're probably not dehydrated at all. Got milk, Adam?" She paused. "And how do you know I'm not?"

"Beg your pardon?"

"Knocked up Adam, how do you know I'm not? I had a lot of swimmers injected deep inside me tonight, and both of those young boys look pretty healthy and fertile to me."

My circulatory and respiratory systems both seized up for a moment. "I, uh, you... I thought we, um, aren't you still, you know, uh, on something?"

She stared at me, totally straight-faced for a moment, then broke down into gales of laughter. "Oh Adam, you should have seen your face! You went white as a ghost, you looked like you swallowed a lemon or something, I should have had a camera ready!" She paused to catch her breath. "That was too funny! And to answer your question, yes, I am "on something". I just hope it was strong enough to stand up to that onslaught. I've never had three men cum in me in the same evening before, much less in the same hour. That was a lot of cum, and really fun. How about you?"

I smiled. "No, I've never had three men cum in me in the same evening before either. Still haven't.

She giggled again. "Idiot! Besides, you may not have had three men cum in you, but you do have three men's cum in you!'

Okay, my wisecrack had backfired badly, and I was embarrassed for the first time about being so out of control that I had gone down on her cum-filled pussy! "I only did what you wanted me to do. I know it was kind of gross, and I'm a little embarrassed..."

She interrupted. "Oh Adam, don't be! It was exactly what I wanted, and I loved it! Loved it, loved it! I came so hard I thought I was going to turn inside out!"

I smiled, relieved. "Don't do that! As much as I like being inside of you, I really think I prefer this look."

She laughed. "You really are a moron. But a sweet and well-hung moron, which makes up for a lot! And anyhow, I meant how about you with three women in the same evening - have you ever done that before?"

"Kristi, I don't think I've ever had three women in the same week before. Maybe not even in the same month. I didn't ever really think it was possible, it's just not me." I didn't mention the time I had woken up in bed in Houston with Izzy, made love for an hour or two until I had to go catch my flight and she had to go home to Paul, and then flown home to Denver where I had found my wife Lisa in an unexpected and uncharacteristically amorous mood.

Five hours after spending myself deep inside of Izzy, I had done the same with my wife, feeling like a total ass and a sleaze to boot. Lisa had cum hard and fast, several times, which was unusual for her, and I had wondered if maybe she subconsciously sensed something about my illicit activities and was trying to prove something.

I found out later, from a mutual friend, that she had attended a bachelorette party the previous evening, with male strippers, and rumor had it that a lot of touching and stroking of the two strippers had gone on, with each of them ultimately cumming on the girls' tits. I never knew if Lisa had been cum on or not, but the whole experience had left her very aroused and frustrated, and I happened to be the next available hard cock. I'd felt somewhat less guilty about Izzy when I'd heard that. That was the closest I'd ever come to multiple women in a reamisterably short time frame, but I didn't mention it.

It didn't matter, because now I was here, with Kristi, and she was tugging on my hand. "Come on, let's go get something to take and then go watch Kori suck some cock."

Sounded good to me! We walked to the bar and stopped next to Ron, where Sandra continued to grind her round ass against his erection. Ron had his hands on her hips and was slowly pumping his hips, sliding his little stiffie up and down in Sandra's ass cleft. Miguel still sat alongside, watching, his penis erect.

He looked at me. "Hey, please tell your friend that if he's going to cum on my wife's ass to do it and get it over with. I want to fuck her!"

I looked at Ron and Sandra, then back to Miguel. "This guy? He's no friend of mine, I've never seen him before in my life. But I'll try to help you out." I turned to Ron. "Sir, this nice gentleman asks that you please sully his wife promptly, if in fact you intend to do so. As you can see by his, um, erect member, there seems to be some urgency."

Ron gave me a disgusted look. "You've had a loss of red supply to your brain for too long, mister. Ask if it's OK for me to, uh, sully her insides instead of her tush."

I turned back to Miguel. "He wants to know..."

"I heard. Sure, whatever, just do it soon so I can have some."

Sandra bent forward so that Ron could slip inside of her, and he quickly did so, with a soft moan from her and a groan from him. He held her hips, pulling her tightly to him as he took short, fast, rabbit strokes in her. Kristi stepped to Miguel and leaned over his shoulder, sliding her hand down his chest to his lap and curling her fingers around his stiff cock. "I'll help you pass the time!"

He smiled up at her and leaned back, spreading his legs and causing his dark, thick cock to jut straight up from his belly. Kristi leaned over his shoulders, one arm on each side of his head as she bent over him, and lifted his heavy testicles with her right hand, her left still on his cock. "Ooh! Grande cojones!"

He laughed. "You like big balls?"

She smiled. "Muy bueno, senor! I love big balls, and big cocks. Oh look, I think Ronnie is cumming in your wife!"

He was indeed, pulling her so tightly to him that air molecules couldn't pass between as he flexed and pumped his hips, ejaculting into Sandra as her husband, Kristi, and I all watched. And Kristi masturbated Miguel.

Finished, Ron slipped from her dripping pussy with a gasp and a groan and stepped away, his rapidly softening cock wet and shining, cum smeared. Miguel quickly stepped into his place and ran his much larger cock into his wife with one long, slow push, sliding in the lubrication which Ronnie had so thoughtfully left behind. Sandra cried out softly and pushed back on him, taking all he had.

I stepped behind the bar, leaving Kristi to watch them and Ron to go limp and collapse. I grabbed myself a bottle of water, and Kristi requested a Diet Coke, which I poured over ice. Ron, when he could speak, asked for Scotch. I gave him a bottle of water. "Drink this first. You look like you're about to die."

He flipped me off. "OK Mom. Glad you're looking out for me!" I noticed that he did begin to take the water, rapidly draining half the bottle. "Hey, where is the love of my life, my slutty little wife?"

I nodded to where she was. "See the two naked guys there, with their asses toward us, standing hip to hip?" He nodded. "See the pretty little female legs there between them, where someone is kneeling?" He nodded again. "Well, that's your wife, sucking cock. She's doing a masterful double blow job on them. We were headed over to watch and got sidetracked."

Ronnie stood up. "Well come on, I'll go with you. I love watching her give head!"
The three of us started away, but Kristi stopped and returned to Miguel and Sandra. She leaned in to speak into his ear, and he roared with laughter, never missing a stroke in his fucking. He spoke to her and she smiled and shook her head, said something to him in reply and returned to us, leaving him laughing.

I looked at her. "What was all that?"

She laughed. "I asked him if Mexican guys had spicy cum, like jalapenos." She chuckled. "He told me to stick around and he'd let me find out, so I said I wasn't in the mood for Mexican right now. He thought that was pretty funny."

I just looked at her and shook my head. I decided that beautiful, naked, white women can maybe get away with being a little more racist than, say, white men. Not sure he'd have laughed if I had made any similar crack. Maybe so, maybe I was just being paranoid. Societal judgement will do that to you.

We got over to Kori almost too late, Ty spurting up into the air just as we walked up, his cum showering down onto Kori's face, neck and shoulders, a fair bit going into her mouth. She gulped it down and turned just in time to take Doug's first long white string of cum across her cheeks and nose before quickly getting him into her mouth and sucking him dry, takeing down his load.

Both men continued to rub their swollen cocks in the creamy mess on her face, sliding their cocks around in their mingled cum, rubbing on her and each other as the heightened sensations slowly waned, allowing her to suck the cummy buildup off of them before rubbing again, eventually letting her suck both swollen, spent, rubbery cocks into her mouth at once. Kori looked very happy. Very messy, but very happy.

She looked up at Ron as the two men moved away, her face covered in cum, her lips swollen. "Hi sweetie. How 'bout a kiss?"

To my surprise, Ron bent to kiss her, intending a quick peck. She wouldn't have it, and grabbed his head, holding his face to hers as she shared, running her tongue as far down his throat as she could, grinding her cummy lips to his! Kristi and I were both laughing when he broke free and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, pretending to spit and sputter. "Damn, woman! I don't want your mouth on mine right after you've blown the Sixth Fleet! How much cum have you had tonight, anyway?"

Kori smiled sweetly, her lips still streaked with semen. "Almost enough, dear. If I count both ends. Maybe just one or two more?"

Ron shook his head as Cody stepped to Kori, holding a towel. "You are kind of messy Kori, can I help you clean up a little?"

She smiled at him and tilted her head up obligingly. He bent and very gently cleaned her off, wiping her face and around her nose and eyes, getting the big blob of white goo that was almost plugging one nostril before moving down to her throat and shoulders. I watched her nipples stiffen up as he moved to her chest and shook my head, amazed at her capacity for arousal.

Ronnie and I had both found what seemed to be completely insatiable sluts. Unless most women were that way, the odds of both of us finding one had to be remote. Ergo, following that logic, I had to conclude that a lot of women that seemed so normal - at the grocery store, at the mall, at kids soccer games, at PTA meetings - were in reality hot, wet, sexually seething naturals just waiting to be unleashed. I found that thought very comforting, and stored it away to my happy place.

When Ty walked over to us, wiping his half-flaccid cock with a towel, Kristi stood and kissed him. A long, clingy kiss. Too long. They finally broke.
"Hi cowboy, do you come here often?"

He smiled. "Come here, or cum here? I've only been here once, but I've cum here often."

Kristi laughed at his attempt at cute. I thought it was lame. She tugged at his towel. "Hey, if you're done with that, I have one little clean-up chore you could do. I'm a little tired of cum running down my legs, would you mind...?" She raised one long leg up, putting her foot up on the bench, and Ty dropped to his knees in front of her.

"Wow, you really are a mess! I'm surprised you still have so much after the way loverboy was lapping it out of you! We must have all really cum hard, huh Adam?"

This little prick thought he was going to rub my nose in it!? OK, bad choice of words; he thought he was going to humiliate me for what I had done? I had thought he was past being such a jerk! He was gently wiping up Kristi's legs, cleaning off the jizz that had been coursing down them since we had stood up. She really was a cum covered mess, but a beautiful, sexy one!

I looked at him, touching her, seethng inside, but kept my voice calm. "You're missing the big picture there Tyler. It's not about you cumming in her, or about Cody, or me. It's not about what I did or didn't do. You can't see it at all, and that's why you'll never find a woman like this."
He was staring at me, sensing my anger, surprised, I think. I went on. "It's all about her, you little cuckolds brownie. I did it for her, I ate her creamy pussy because she wanted me to, and you saw how she came. That makes it all worthwhile for me, knowing I can do that for her. You wouldn't, because you're too selfish. That makes you a loser, pal, and that's why she's with me."

Everyone was looking at me, Kristi shocked and pale, Kori stunned. I had overreacted, I knew that, but I'd had enough. I turned and stalked to the outside rail and looked down between the two boats tied there. Just before I dived over the rail, I heard Ty call me. "Adam, I'm sorry man, I didn't mean anything by it! I was just kidding!"

Angry, embarrassed, desperately needing to be alone, I launched over the rail. I hit the water cleanly and went deep, pulling away from the boat before surfacing. I swam between the boats and into the darkness beyond, the cold water feeling good on my flushed and angry body. I saw the rocky shoreline in the moonlight, maybe a few hundred yards away, and went into a fast, hard freestyle stroke toward it. I needed the exertion, and I needed time to think.

Damn Stormy, I was just digesting the previous chapter and here you go and write another one before I could even comment on the wonderful job you're doing. You're amazing. This story has become a classic, I'm pretty sure most would agree. Adam's reaction to Ty's comments is quite understandable and I'm glad to see him standing up for himself. Can't wait to see how Kristi reacts to this latest development.

Thank you for all your hard work, it's so much fun to read.

TrF2

Stormy

I agree with Trf2. That was a great ending to that segment.

Being cuckolded creates an enormous amount of dismisterance, especially at first. throughout this story you've done a wonderful job portraying that inner struggle. This last segment was an excellent example.

I also loved Adam's speech to Ty. It was outstanding. I also cannot wait to see how Kristi reacts.

Thank you

GH

It would have been so easy to put some sort of fight into that scene. Ty definitely had it (may even have it) coming (no pun intended that time). Like GH, I can't wait to see how this develops. Again ..

TrF2, GH, and peak, thanks so much guys! I really enjoy and appreciate your comments. It just didn't seem like the right time to let Adam down easy. I can't imagine that he wouldn't be filled with turmoil given what he'd just witnessed and been involved in, despite his enjoyment of the evening. You're right GH, I think dismisterance probably says it best, that overwhelming confusion and disorientation from everything he used to be so sure about, turned on it's head.
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The water felt good against my skin as I moved swiftly through it, warmer than it had earlier in the day, although I knew that was due to the relatively cooler night air. I left the boats far behind and soon neared the shoreline, looking up at the incredible rock formations soaring hundreds of feet overhead. I began to have doubts about whether this had been a good idea - not that I'd given it the slightest forethought - wondering if there would be anyplace I could get out of the water.

I slowed and felt for the bottom with my toes. Nothing. I moved a little closer and tried again, once again without success. Finally, not more than six or eight feet out from the bank, I found the slickrock bottom and stood, walking up the steep incline and out of the water. The earth was solid rock, a pale, gritty sandstone, formed by wind and water to rounded, organic shapes. To my left the cliff soared skyward, plunging straight back down into the black water with no sign of leveling out, but to my right the gradient lessened, easing back onto a darker colored, curved, almost flat stretch of rock. I turned that way.

There was enough moon tonight, just past full, to see my surroundings fairly easily. I turned back to face the lake, looking across at the lights on the boats. The music was faint but clear, traveling easily across the water, and I thought I could hear a few voices. They were far enough off that I felt alone, which was how I wanted it. The cliff, now to my right, cut off vision in that direction to anything but the lake itself. To my left, the shoreline continued to drop, becoming low and smooth, the softly eroded shape of the rock forming a gentle concave curve along the water's edge. There were lighter colored inclusions in places on the rock that gave the sculptured sandstone surface a broken, mottled effect.

This was near the back corner of Smuggler's cove, and in the farthest back crevice where the shoreline doured back, below a narrow V-shaped canyon, a shallow creek bed let into the lake, the creek dry now, in August. There was one gnarled tree, a cottonwood I think, and a small tangle of willows or alders. I heard a duck mutter grumpily and assumed it was there, in the bushes.

I shivered as the dry desert air wicked the water from my skin, and sat down on the rock, facing the lake. The surface was gritty under my naked ass, but warm, the intense heat of the previous day still slowly escaping into the cooler night. I laid back on the warm stone, looking up at a billion stars in the clear sky above.

Now, away from the stress and uproar of the party, I began to feel like an ass. My reaction to Ty's prodding had been sudden, not at all thought out, and I decided it had probably been inappropriate. I should, I thought, have punched him in the mouth. Or ignored him. Instead I had chosen a middle ground, verbally chastising him and then leaving before he could respond, a melodramatic and probably cowardly exit. Plus, I had left him alone on the boat with Kristi. Well, not alone, but you know what I mean. He was with her, both naked, and I was with a grumpy duck.

I'd been an ass and played right into his trap, leaving him with a woman he openly coveted! I've done a number of dumb things in my life (hard to believe, right?), but I quickly realized that this one would definitely bump something else out of the top ten. I wondered if he was loving her even now, maybe in her, sliding that stiff, freakishly curved cock of his deep inside and touching that special place she'd mentioned; or if maybe she was still blowing him, getting him up for another go-round, her soft lips and talented tongue paying homage to his unique manhood.

Goddamnit! I covered my face with my hands, my whole body tense and shaking, the cathartic effect of the long swim now wasted. I tried to relax, to power myself, but the images of the evening played through my mind like an X-rated slide show. I saw Kori taking Doug's stiff cock, climaxing and happy; beautiful, exotic Sandra riding Ron; Pam, large breasts swaying, crying out as she came, and Britt, her ice-blue eyes somehow warm and inviting, her near-white hair falling around her shoulders, her milk-heavy breasts leaking their bounty, begging to be suckled. I saw them all, Max taking it up the ass while his wife joyously reached repeated orgasms on another man's big cock; Darrien and the contrast of his massive black meat and swollen balls to the milky white body of the takesen, wanton wife of a broken and humiliated man, a man publicly cuckolded by them as he stayed protectively at her side. The others - I saw all of them.

But mostly I saw Kristi. Kristi with Cody's big cock cumming in her face and in her mouth, Kristi cumming in a Tommy-gun staccato as Ty battered her G-spot, Kristi writhing and oozing cum into my mouth as I served her, and Kristi, her glorious body tight, bucking, convulsing in the throes of massive orgasms as she reached a state of complete abandon. She was gloriously female, designed for this, mentally craving it and physically needing it, taking the best shot from man after man as she crashed ecstatically through her orgasms.

She had looked so happy, so fulfilled, so damn, fucking glorious! For me, watching her have sex, seeing her cum, witnessing her joy and arousal, had been as enjoyable as when I'd cum myself - maybe more so. With a sense of wonder (and a moment of panic), I realized that I could have just watched her get laid and I would have had perhaps a more deeply satisfying experience than I'd had by being so involved! When she was deep in the clutches of a powerful orgasm she had looked so incredibly beautiful it had hurt, her mind and body utterly focused on her sexual gratification, her movements and sounds completely primal and uninhibited.

I knew I would have to see that again, and again. It was spectacular, addictive, and I was hooked.

Where are you going with this? Hummmm.
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Wonderful. I'm beginning to think he's real ..

Stormy

Adam's Journey is the more correct title for this story. The last two segments have been absolute genius. I am in awe.

They are also beautifully written.

But I am still waiting to see how Kristi reacts to this situation.

GH

Stormy, I could close my eyes and feel like I was right there with Adam. I'm telling you, you have a magical way with words. You could probably do pretty well for yourself as an author.

It'll be interesting to see how you get Adam's ass back on the boat, and how he is received by Kristi when they're reunited. Knowing how much she loves him, and knowing how he's struggling with this new phase of their relationship, Adam's knee jerk reaction to Ty's comments has to be upsetting to her. I'm guessing she's frantically trying to find out where he is right now. I'd be surprised if she looked at Adam's departure as a free pass for more sex with the two boys. It seems like they're both in unchartered water here, pardon the pun.

Awesome job Stormy, thanks for entertaining us.

cd - Honestly, I'm never really sure. I do have a few ideas to flesh out, however.

peak - Thanks. I'm a little exhausted from all the sex, thought maybe I should do a little more story instead for awhile.

GH - That's a very kind comment, it means a lot coming from you, and I do appreciate your wise words by PM as well. That you are enjoying the story brings me a great deal of gratification, as I have enjoyed yours for so long! Not really sure now why I just lurked and didn't comment on other's work for so many months, as posting comments and reading and replying to them has turned out to be so much fun. I owe you a belated apology for that; it was probably very rude, though unintentionally so.

TrF2 - Wow, a quote, even! Thanks again for all of your support and positive comments. I honestly wasn't sure when Adam dove off the boat just what the hell he thought he was doing, but I have a little better idea now. He needed time to clear his head, and maybe his conscience.

I put my hands behind my head and looked up at the stars, letting my body relax against the warmth of the rock. I don't know if someone turned down the distant music, or if my mind just tuned it out, but it seemed to become more faint, less obtrusive. I could hear the other sounds now, the ones around me. Something skittered across the rock above and to my left, a mouse maybe, or a lizard, and a few tiny pebbles clattered down. The duck grumred again, perhaps talking in its relax, and small ripples, driven by the light breeze, made soft liquid sounds against the shore.

In the distance, almost out of earshot, a coyote yipped, and another, closer but still not close, replied. I've always loved that sound, the wild, lonesome quality of it, and at times, like now, it suited my mood perfectly. I sighed, wallowing in my melancholy as I thought about Kristi.

She was all I could think about, and I recognized that she had me completely, that I was hers and would do anything she asked; that as much as I couldn't imagine life without her in those first few pain-wracked hours or days following my discovery of her infidelity, now I knew that life without her was out of the question. I'd never imagined myself becoming such a sop for a woman, but then I'd never imagined such a woman.

If it's true, as some say, that the perfect woman for every man is out there just waiting to be discovered, then it must also be true that most are fortunate to never discover them. At the moment I was not at all sure that the love was worth the anguish, the pleasure worth the pain. I sat up with a rueful chuckle, knowing inside it was all worth it and determined to put my maudlin philosophical moment behind me. As my old coaches used to say, walk it off! I should probably swallow my pride - again - and swim back to the boat with both my head and my cock hanging in shame! Fortunately the water was cold enough that the latter wouldn't hang very far.

Looking back toward the boats I was surprised to see the moonlight reflecting off the broad V-shaped ripples of someone swimming toward me, almost halfway between the boats and the shore. I hoped it wasn't Ty, coming with further insults or a meaningless apology; I wasn't ready for either, and felt pretty sure that red would flow if he showed up now.

I soon recognized the fast, smooth, almost splashless stroke as Kristi, and joy and relief that she was coming to me mingled with confusion; I had no idea what to say to her! She approached rapidly, on very much the same trajectory that I had followed when I swam over, and when she reached the spot where she could stand she did so, the water coming up to just below her bare breasts.

"Adam, are you here?" She sounded slightly breathless from the exertion of her swim.

"I'm over here babe." Her head turned to the sound of my voice, and she spotted me sitting on the rock and began to walk up, out of the water. She looked like some sort of watery nymph, a siren or mermaid or something emerging from the lake. Her wet skin shone with the reflected moonlight, the light and shadows playing in a magictic grayscale upon the angles and curves of her form. Her wet hair was dark, absorbing the light as it had the water, and the shadows below her nose, brows, and cheekbones lent an other-worldly quality to her beauty.

The upper curves of her breasts were almost white in the moon's reflected light, erect nipples slightly darker, and there were pools of dark blue shadows beneath and along her ribs, a small vertical oval of darkness at her navel and a deep navy V at the junction of her thighs. She was a goddess of water and night, and I was holding my breath again.

For some reamister a part of the verse at the end of the Moody Blues' misterg Nights in White Satin ran through my head, you know, the one that goes something like:

Cold hearted orb that rules the night
removes the colours from our sight.
Red is gray, and yellow white
and we decide which is right
and which is an illusion.

Corny, perhaps, but it seemed appropriate because she was so ethereal I wasn't entirely sure she wasn't an illusion. The illusion stopped in front of me, dripping water onto the rock and looking down at me. Then she shivered. I'm prettty sure illusions don't shiver.

"Adam, are you OK?"

I laughed. "Wow, the Goddess of the Lake, talking to me! Yeah, I'm OK, I just needed to be alone."

"Do you want me to leave?"

"No! Alone with you is good. How did you find me?"

It was her turn to laugh. "I watched you swim away. Me and Kori. When you walked up on shore that lily-white ass of yours was like a beacon in the night. I knew where you got out of the water and just headed there. You should probably try get a little sun on that butt sometime."

I chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind. So you and Kori were keeping tabs on me?"

"We walked across to Miguel's boat so we could see you. Can I sit with you? I'm kinda cold."

"Oh, sure!" I felt bad; I'd seen her shiver, I should have thought to warm her. "Here, the rock is still fairly warm from the sun, and you can get up against me. You'll feel fine once you dry off, and it doesn't take very long in this dry air."

She sat and snuggled up against my side. Her skin was cold and covered in goose bumps, her erect nipples caused by the cold for a change. I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, feeling another shiver ripple through her. She leaned her head into my shoulder.
"Boy, you left too soon Adam, you missed all the fun."

I considered that. "No, no as I recall I was there for a good bit of the fun. I may have missed some, but certainly not all!"

She laughed. "You goober. You missed seeing Ty get the snot whacked out of him. Verbally speaking, that is."

"How else would you speak if not verbally? But what do you mean?"

She looked at me. "Must you?"

"Sorry. Go on. "

"I'm glad you haven't lost your sense of humor, bad as it is. Anyhow, you'd of loved it! After you dressed him down and left, Ronnie jumped down his throat, then Kori, then Britt, Pam, and Doug, and then even his buddy Cody was all over him for being such an ass! I was going to kick him around a little myself, but I couldn't get a word in edgewise."

I was amazed, and a little chagrined that they had all felt the need to rush to my defense. "Really? They did that?"

"Oh yeah! Ronnie really ripped him a new one. By the time they were done he felt about two inches tall, he felt like crap. He kept trying to apologize, but nobody would let him."

I was moved that Ronnie had so vigorously gone after my tormentor. I felt confident that if it had come to blows I could have held my own against Ty and probably beaten him. He was shorter and more muscular, but I was considerably bigger, had reach on him, and knew how to fight a little. Ronnie was used to winning with his brain and might have been in trouble, but had gone in swinging from the sound of it! I recalled how concerned - almost heartbroken - he'd been when it looked like Kristi and I might be through, and realized he'd seen Ty as a threat to our successful reunion. He's a good friend.

"I can't believe they all did that for me. I'm glad they knocked him down a peg, he deserved it."

She didn't say anything for a moment, then spoke softly. "Yeah, probably. He did say one thing in his own defense that made sense." I looked at her, wondering if she was going to defend him. She went on. "He didn't know it was our first time, Adam. He had no way of knowing how hard that had been for you, to see me do all that for the first time. He had no way of knowing that it was the first time you'd ever made love to me after another man, or the first time you did, you know, what you did."

I hadn't considered that at all. Still... "Yeah, but he was still being an ass."

"True Adam, I won't argue that, but he thought he was just kidding you a little, he figured we were old pros at this - understandable given that you were entertaining two women - and he was just poking a little fun. He just didn't know how, um, tenuous the whole thing was for you."

Now I started to feel bad. It made sense when she put it like that, and he and I had kind of bonded earlier, which had made it all the more shocking when he attempted to humiliate me! I knew I'd overreacted, but now I was beginning to find out how much. Damn, it's crazy what a small failure of communication can cause! Of course the fact that I knew Kristi liked him and had enjoyed his sexual attentions, and the fact that I knew he seriously wanted her, didn't make it any easier.

I looked at her. "You really like him, don't you?"

She shrugged. "Yeah, he's really pretty OK, I think. He just shoots his mouth off without thinking sometimes, which is what Cody told him."

"You really enjoyed fucking him, huh?"

She shrugged again, "I'm not going to lie to you to protect your feelings Adam. Yes, I enjoyed fucking him. He has a special cock, it felt really good inside, he made me cum, and I liked it. Yours felt even better. It always does Adam, partly because, well, because you're big. I like that. But mostly because it's you, and I love you, and having you inside of me is the best thing ever. Ever! OK?"

I was a little fetishd up. "Yeah, OK, and I love you too. I'm getting there, alright?"

She smiled and kissed my cheek, and I turned and kissed her, long, soft, and sweet. When we parted, she said "And you liked that Britt girl, didn't you? 'Fess up!"

I smiled at her. "Yeah, I did. Pam too, but Britt was very exciting for me for some reamister. That was kind of fun, but Kristi, watching you was amazing! God, that was so hot, you are so damn beautiful when you're cumming, and I got to watch! I hate to say it, but in the spirit of complete honesty, I loved it!"

She smiled. "I'm so glad. Britt really liked you too, in case you're wondering. She was the one that sent me after you, that said I should go find you."

"Really?" For some reamister I found that thought very satisfying.

"Yes Adam, really. You really liked her big milk filled jugs didn't you? Be honest."

I shrugged. "Yeah, OK, I did. But I love yours Kristi, every time I see your tits I marvel at the perfection. Seriously, I do." That was true, I did.

She smiled. "You know, if we knocked me up I could maybe get big tits like that too. Would you like that?"

I laughed. "Probably, but I'm not sure big hooters are reamister enough to bring a young into the world. Other factors should probably be considered."

She laughed. "Well duh! I like kids and want to have some eventually. Maybe one or two. Someday. Don't you want to man a young sometime too, to have kids of your own?"

Oh God! There it was, the five hundred pound gorilla in the room, something I'd needed to tell her for a long time, now out on the table. Every minute I'd procrastinated had made it worse, to the point where I couldn't see how I'd ever be able to tell her about Izzy, but here it was, right between us, big and ugly in the night.

My voice was shaky. "Kristi, baby, there is something we need to talk about, something I need to tell you. God, I feel like such an ass, such a fucking liar! Kristi, there's this woman... I have a mister, his name is Cody, and you're probably going to hate me."

OMG. The elephant in the room suddenly hollering. Trust you, after all this time, to bring this one up.

I liked the swim across to him, by the way. I didn't think it would work any other way. It is all part of Adam's Journey (I know, the title you are using on Lit.).

This is such a great story Stormy, I think you could tone down the sex scenes a bit and the plot would still work as a really great mainstream film script.

Dear Stormy,
You never cease to amaze and intrigue, are you working to a rough plan or does it just flow? In any case the hand is masterful, and I just add my voice to the clamour from all the other aficianado's

peak - I had to get Adam's dirty little secret out in the open sometime, if he and Kristi were ever going to go forward. As for toning down the sex scenes, I suspect some might find that blasphemous!! I do understand what you're saying though, and I appreciate the compliment.

oliverra, thanks. The story pretty much just flows from a very general idea in my head. I kind of have a loose concept of where I want it to go, and then just flesh it out. Sometimes with lots of flesh. I'm so glad you're enjoying it.
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Something in my tone of voice stopped her cold, and she stared at me, her face going even more pale, if possible, in the moonlight. I saw her eyes widen, and she said "Oh my god, Cody, you don't mean..." she paused, then frowned. "Wait, he can't be more than eight or nine years younger than you, how could you possibly be..."

It dawned on me what she was saying, what she was thinking. I hadn't even considered that she might so misconstrue what I was trying to tell her. "Oh no Kristi, not him! Not that Cody! The one I'm talking about is only four years old, and he lives in Texas. God, did you think I was telling you that you'd been screwing my mister all evening?"

She laughed shakily. "For a second, yeah. Don't do that to me." Her face went serious again. "How could you have a mister, four years old, and me not know about it?"

I sighed heavily. "I never told you. I wanted to. I started to, several times, but it always just seemed like the time wasn't right, and then too much time passed and it seemed like I was hiding it..."

"Because you were. The question is why. Adam, four years - well, four years and nine months ago - we didn't even know each other. Why should that be so hard to tell me? Do you see him? Do you have any kind of custody, or pay young support? Will I get to meet him?"

I could see I was botching this, making it worse. "No Kristi, no, it's not that way at all. He has a lady and a man, he's my mister in a biological sense, but I've never been involved in raising him. It was a favor for a very special friend, something I could do for her. And her husband. They wanted another young, and he'd been sick and was infertile."

She frowned. "So you donated a little sperm. Did you really think that would bother me? I mean, if it was now I'd expect you to tell me, but I guess it would still be OK if it helped someone, and this was years ago." She chuckled. "Think how much sperm you donated just tonight alone, you could have maned thousands of kids!"

That was a horrifying thought! Still, I wasn't making myself understood.
"Kristi, listen. First, I didn't donate sperm in the traditional sense. Well, I guess it really actually was the traditional way. I got her pregnant, the old fashioned way, at their request." She opened her mouth to speak, but I held up my hand. "Just listen. No you and me didn't know each other yet, and I was divorced from Lisa. So second, it wasn't the mister I was hiding from you, that I couldn't discuss. It was the woman, his lady. Izzy. Isabel. She's somebody very special to me, and has been for a very long time. And third, the reamister I couldn't seem to tell you about her is because I still see her sometimes. We still see each other. We still love each other."
I felt her stiffen and pull away from me. "Baby, I didn't tell you about Cody because I couldn't tell you about Izzy. I didn't know how. I still don't, but I need to. Will you listen?"

She looked at me, and even in the night I could see fear and pain in her eyes. "You love her?"

"Yes. I do."

"More than you love me?"

"No. Oh god no! Not more than, not even in the same way! I love her very much, but differently. It's just very different, what she and I share. It's hard to explain."

She still stared at me, her eyes dark. I was hurting her, I knew that, and it was the last thing I ever wanted to do. I had known this would be difficult, and painful, and my stalling had made it so much worse. I just wanted to take her in my arms and hold her, but I knew that was not going to happen, not right now.

"Do you relax with her, Adam?"

"Oh, Kristi. Yes. Sometimes. Occasionally."

"Since we've been together?"

"Yes."

I had been expecting her anger, but still her vehemence surprised me. "Goddamn you Adam, you made me feel like such trash, like such a whore for what I did, and you've been fucking some little tramp this whole time! How could you do that? You made me feel like dirt! How could you be such a fucking hypocrite?" She was angry, truly angry, and I knew it was completely justified. She stood and moved away from me. I took offense to her calling Izzy a tramp, but had the sense to not spring to her defense. Not right then.

She went on. "And you tell me you love her. Is that supposed to make it OK, is that supposed to make me feel better? Well, it doesn't! It makes it worse! At least with the guy I screwed we had no illusions that it was anything but sex. That's the problem with you, every time your dick gets hard you think you fall in love with whatever woman it's pointing at!"

That seemed unnecessarily harsh! "Please baby, just listen. I need to tell you all about it. I've wanted to for so long, but I've been a coward. If you'll just listen, maybe you'll understand. I pray you'll understand. I never meant to hurt you, and I never should have kept this hidden, I know that." She was just watching me, her face angry, hurting. "Kori and Ron told me to tell you right off, they've been pushing me to all along. I should have listened, but I thought if you and I didn't last it didn't matter, and then we did, and it was too late!"

She looked at me. "Kori and Ron know about this?"

"Yes. They've met her, years ago."

"And they didn't tell me?"

I shrugged. "It was my responsibility, and I blew it. They wouldn't betray my trust, even though they love you. Will you let me explain?"

She blew air out between pursed lips. "You have five minutes."

"Neither of us is wearing a watch. How will you...?

"I'll know. The clock is running."

"It might take more than five minutes."

"You're wasting your time."

"Phew! You're tough! Let's see, where to start..."

So, I started at the beginning. I told her about Izzy and I being born four days apart, in neighboring homes. About growing up together, bonded, joined, sharing our younghood times and families. About how we came to feel part of us was missing whenever we were not together. About learning, and sharing, and experimenting and growing. I told her about how I would come to Izzy's defense when she needed me, and how we were always there for each other, throughout our lives.

I knew that five minutes had come and gone, but she didn't stop me. She eventually sat down opposite me, close, where she could look into my face, watch my eyes as I spoke. I hoped I could make her understand, but she gave no indication of whether or not I was reaching her, except to let me go on talking. I took that as a positive sign.

Occasionally, rarely, she stopped me to ask a question or clarify a point. Mostly she let me talk. I told her stories, funny and sad, about our shared youth. I told her about how, when Izzy's beloved grandlady died when she and I were ten years old, I'd held her while she cried. The adults had been busy, distracted with funeral plans and contacting relatives and friends, all the rush of responsibilities big and small that come with the death of a loved one, all needing attention before one can take time to mourn.

They had put the youngren to bed that night, still hurting and confused, and Izzy had snuck out and come to me in my room in the house next door, across the yard. It was a long-standing secret that we did this, and I let her in my window as always. Before that night we had just shared time and secrets, late at night, maybe telling stories, playing a game, or playing a little doctor, still fascinated with the differences in each other's bodies - especially then, as her's began to develop!

That night she had just needed me to hold her, to be there for her while she cried, to try to take some of her pain. And I had, laying on my bed I had held her while she sobbed, and I had thought my heart would break to see her's so broken, and I hadn't thought she would ever stop crying.

We cried together, and she finally fell into an exhausted relax, and I had stayed awake all night to hold her, to protect her, knowing in my little ten year old mind that as long as I was awake to protect her no more pain and hurt and sorrow could find her. I kept it away, all night, while she slept in my arms.

And then early in the morning, just before it began to get light, I woke her up, knowing I had to but not wanting to wake her to sorrow and pain again. She had to sneak back home, before everyone was up, but we hugged, and kissed, and we knew that something more, something big had grown between us, bonding us together. Now, as an adult, I recognize that she just needed the reassurance of love, the reaffirmation of life, and someone with whom to share her sorrow, but then I was her protector, her knight in the night, and I had gladly and proudly stood my watch.

And now I had to try to make Kristi understand how it had been, how it still was with Izzy and me. How do you explain to the most important woman in your life about the other most important woman in your life? Especially when you are sometimes the bumbling, inarticulate fool that I knew myself to be?

Very, very well written S. I was on the edge of my seat reading it and I've still no idea which way Kristi is going to jump.

My vote though... goes to her accepting it with strings. However powerful, Izzy's tale is a potent part of Adam's past. It can't dictate or threaten his future unless he lets it do so. Kristi must be his future. I just hope you let them meet and become friends. That would be cool. Vote over.

Stormy

Very nicely done. I love the way you resolved the crisis with Ty on the boat. I also like your approach to the issue if Izzy.

Nice work.

GH

Peak and GH nailed it. I also loved the fact that Kristi swam over to Adam. I think we all understand her angst at learning about the "other woman". Hopefully she'll let Adam explain everything and as Peak said, accept it "with strings". We know she wants to continue sampling the forbidden fruit, maybe that will become part of the work in progress as this relationship tries to move forward.

Excellent job as always Stormy.

Now how see how much will this cost Adam....
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Thanks peak, the Kristi/Adam/Izzy thing is tough. The situation has to give somewhere, because Izzy and her husband have asked Adam to man another young for them, an attempt to have a little girl to go with their 3 boys, and he promised he would. She is in his life still, and he has to deal with that. I wish I knew how, but am confident it will come. Eventually.

Thanks GH. You know how it is - those last two segments just felt good to write, I liked the way they turned out, and your comment helps greatly to validate that for me because I value your opinion. Occasionally it seems to flow easily and come together. Thanks again.

TrF2, thanks. Adam and Kristi have some work to do on this screwed up relationship, I think! They're too good together to let it die without a fight. And maybe a peace treaty of some sort.

We will indeed cd. I hope it's not a price too high to pay, but I can see some things Kristi might ask of him that could make the whole thing crash down. I honestly haven't figured it out yet.

I had hoped to post another chapter tonight, but got home too late and wanted to send a note to GH, which was more important at this time. I hope to post another few chapters over the next few days, if my thoughts will organize enough for the words to come. Sorry for the short delay, I'm just a little hung up right now and hoping the dam will break. Thanks for your patience, all.