Adam's Journey

Stormy,
I think everyone above has already said it really, and better than I could too. So i'll just say thanks, brilliant writing and I hope you have time to give us all more soon.

Oh .. and have a great new year ..

time for a bump

Thanks a bunch guys, for all of the comments and bumps, and for all of the holiday wishes as well. I hope you all had a safe and enjoyable seamister and got to spend some quality time with loved ones. I did, and it was great, all the more sweet after all the time spent alone this past year.
As for Adam and Kristi, I think they've rested enough for now. After all, what's it been? Two weeks?

I think it was the wind that woke me, perhaps the sudden sound of it blowing against the cabin, or the liquid sound of the waves lapping at the hull or maybe the gentle rocking of the boat on the fresh swells. The night had gone from calm to windy in moments, and I watched as the boat swung around on its anchor, the light moving across our wall until the huge desert moon was shining directly into our window, that side, which had been facing north when we came to bed now facing west and catching the moon as it lowered itself toward morning.

Kristi lay in my arms, our bodies spooned perfectly together, both of us on our left sides in a gentle 'S' shape, facing the window. My right arm was over her, my hand pressed softly to her warm stomach, feeling her breathe slow and deep, her right hand on top of mine, our fingers laced together. The moonlight made her blonde hair glisten white, and cast shadows in blue, black and gray across the smooth planes and curves of her face and neck, and in the whorls of her ear. Her soft hair was a sensuous touch on my chest and shoulder, and across my neck, and my nostrils were filled with her scent, and mine, and the scent of sex and lovemaking. Her taste - and mine, and Lee's - was still in my mouth. Again, as so often happens, I found myself in awe of her beauty, and of her raw sexuality.

It's at moments like this, with her relaxing peacefully in my arms, that she feels so small and vulnerable to me, and I allow myself the conceit of feeling like her protector, her guardian. Please understand that when she's awake I also want to protect and shelter her, and would, but the fact is that she's a bit of a tiger inside, a core of steel and brass, muscle and sinew, both physically and emotionally, and is not one that needs a great deal of protection. Still, now, noting that my hips were easily twice as wide as hers, my chest and shoulders more broad, arms and legs much thicker, my muscles more bulky and defined than her lean sleekness and of course our six inch height difference, I felt like she was sheltered in the curve of my body, safe and protected, and I pulled her closer to me.

She moaned softly, and snuggled more tightly against me, her round, firm, and, at the moment, slippery wet little ass automatically pumping a few times against my groin, and my flaccid sex. Soon she settled in again, her breathing soft and even, and I held her as she slept, her hair soft on me, her scent in my nostrils, and I looked at the moon as my love for her swelled inside.

I don't know how long we laid like that, but the moon dropped visibly as I gazed at it, lost in thought. I failed to notice the subtle change in her breathing before she pulled my hand, our fingers still entwined, up to her face and gently kissed my palm. Her voice was drowsy, husky. "How long have you been awake?"

"I don't know. A few minutes, I guess."

She knew better. "Mmmm. Liar." Then, as if sensing my own thoughts and emotions "I love it when you hold me like this. I relax so good. I guess 'cause I feel so safe and protected."

"You are - and it's my pleasure. It's nice to feel needed."

She laughed very softly. "Oh, you are."

We were silent then for awhile, just holding each other and feeling the warmth, and the shared heartbeats. Then, so soft I almost didn't hear her. "Thank you."

"For holding you? I already told you, it's my pleasure. Really."

She softly shook her head. "No. Well, yeah, for that too, but I meant for tonight. Or is it last night? Anyhow, you know, for everything."

I didn't know how to respond to that. To say 'you're welcome' seemed weak to the point of being inane, so I said nothing, and the silence stretched, and she sensed it. "Was it too horrible for you?"

I couldn't lie to her, she'd know immediately, and about this I knew I wouldn't. "I don't know if horrible is the right word. Parts of it were very difficult. Incredibly difficult."

She seemed to mull that over for a moment, but she didn't apologize. "What parts?"

"What do you mean?"

"Adam, what parts were hard for you? Like when he came in me?"

"No." I had actually found that to be intensely arousing, but I didn't tell her that. It seemed too sick. "Just forget it. It will just sound stupid."

"Adam, tell me! If I hurt you, I didn't mean to. It seemed like you were enjoying it, and you didn't ask us to stop. You could have." She wiggled her butt against my limp cock. "Part of you was obviously enjoying it!"

"Yeah, well... you know it has a mind of its own."

She laughed, but prompted me again. "Adam...?"

"OK, but don't laugh at me, all right? It was when you kissed him. That hurt. I don't know why, considering everything else, and I know it's ridiculous, but it did. And it surprised me, because I wasn't prepared for that."

She pulled my hand up and cupped it over her left breast, leaving it there as she untangled her fingers from mine and softly rubbed my arm as I held her breast. "God baby, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have kissed him, I just never thought..."

"No, no, it's just me, and I know it's dumb, but I can't help that. I guess... well, I guess just fucking him would have made it seem like just sex - you know, recreational, fun, like playing sports or watching a movie - but kissing him like that, like you did, with such passion..." I trailed off weakly, gathering my thoughts. "Well, that made it seem like lovemaking. Do you love him?"

"Oh Adam, no! I mean, he's a cool guy, you have to admit he turned out to be cooler than you thought he would be - and he's good looking and sexy in a macho, muscle-bound way, and he's got great eyes and that deep masculine voice, and good hands, and that talented tongue, and of course that thick, incredible cock between his legs..."

I interrupted her, my voice dry and sarcastic. "Thanks, this is helping. I just feel so much better now!"

She laughed. "I'm screwing with you, you know that, right?"

"Yeah, I sensed that. I think I caught on just about at the talented tongue part. I suppose you'd offer a drowning man water too, right?"

We both laughed, and it eased things. She snuggled against me. "I'm glad we can still laugh together. I'm sorry I kissed him like that, I should have thought about how it would look."

"Babe, kissing is something you do during really hot, passionate sex. It was just hot, passionate sex, right?"

"It sure was! I mean to tell you, that was some seriously hot sex..."

"Screwing with me again, right?"

She laughed. "Totally. Adam, it was just for fun, all of it. I love you, and only you. I don't love that big lug, and he doesn't love me. We just both wanted to get laid, and I've wanted to perform for you for a long time, you know my fantasy, I told you I wanted you to watch me sometime. With another man."

I nodded, my chin against her head where she could feel my nod, since I was behind her still. "Mmmm, I know. Of course, you could have picked a scrawny little bald guy with a tiny little cock, but noooo... So, was it as hot for you as it was in your fantasy?"

She shivered. "Completely! God, knowing you were watching me, and that you were so turned on, seeing your big cock sticking up, hard as a fence post and knowing it was because I was getting fucked..." She shivered again. "I came so hard that first time I thought I was going to pass out!"

"Yeah, that was the other thing."

"What?"

I squeezed her, to let her know I was OK. "That was the other thing that hurt. You told him that you didn't think you'd ever cum like that before in your life. I mean, I understand if you were just trying to make him feel good about it, but it might have been better if I missed that part."

She paused again, not immediately reassuring me that she had been lying for his sake. Damn! Then it got worse. "I wasn't, Adam. That really was the most mind-numbing orgasm I think I've ever had. It was incredible!"

"Again babe, thanks. I hope you're screwing with me again, or I'll just go ahead and leave my testicles here in this empty glass and run off to join the Vienna Boy's Choir."

"Oh Adam! Your balls won't fit in that glass!" She paused, waiting for me to laugh. I didn't. "Seriously Adam, I'm not going to lie to you. It was possibly my best ever. Who knows? It's not like I can keep track, but it was amazing. But it's because you were there, watching me! Seeing you so aroused, your cock huge and rigid and swollen, with cum trickling down because you were so horny, that just made me explode inside!"

"Oh, good! So his big thick cock thrusting inside of you had nothing to do with it, that's good to know. For a minute there I thought he made you cum like that."

"Oh Adam of course that had something to do with it, you know that. It's all wrapped together. But I couldn't cum like that just from him. You know with us women it's mostly mental, right? Well, you were my mind fuck, and you were amazing!"

I had to laugh at that. "Thanks. You know, that may be the first time I've ever heard anyone use the term mind fuck when they actually meant mind fuck. Didn't even know I had that talent."

"Oh, you do! Just let me stare at that big, hard cock of yours while I get laid and I could cum anytime. But then, I'm an easy 'O'. That's one of the things you love about me, that I'm so easy to bring to orgasm, remember?"

"Distinctly. But any guy loves that, his woman coming fast, hard, and often. Makes us feel like heroes, kind of a vanity thing. When I make you cum, I mean, not just some other big stud. Although that was fun too."

"Did you really like that?"

Here it was, and I had to admit it. "Yeah. I did. I can't help it. You are so incredibly sexy and beautiful when you cum, or even when you're fucking. Mind you, I'd prefer it was me inside of you, but being able to watch, to see and hear you respond to him, to see his big cock stretching you open and going inside of you, oh my god..."

She was slowly moving her slick butt against my groin, and I could feel myself becoming aroused. We were doing it to each other, we both knew it, playing a game and turning each other on by talking dirty, by remembering and describing our thoughts and feelings that we'd had while she was having sex with another, the 'mind fuck' she'd just mentioned coming back as sex play between us. We were only able to do it, to talk this openly and this pornographically to each other because her back was to me. If we'd have been facing each other we would have become too shy, or embarrassed, or maybe burst out laughing. As it was we were both becoming aroused, and we continued the game, both knowing exactly what we were doing, but not speaking it aloud.

She moaned softly. "OK, you told me the parts that hurt, what you didn't like. Now tell me the parts you thought were the best. What did you find most arousing, or erotic? There must be something..."

WOW another segment that leaves my speechless. Well worth the wait. Thanks Storm

Storm

This is a very nice epilogue to that hot cuckold scene. Nicely done.

It's nice to have you back writing again. I hope you had a great holiday.

GH

PS I am always impressed by your ability to describe and set moods. This is why you write unparalled sex scenes.

Thanks Timmy, sure do appreciate you taking time to drop a line, you know I enjoy hearing from you.

Hey GH, glad you enjoyed it and thanks for the kind words. Coming from one who's certainly no slouch at either scene-setting or sex scenes, that's very high praise! The holidays were great, but over too quickly. Hope yours was good as well.
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She waited, expecting me to pick right up with what I had enjoyed about the encounter, but I hesitated for a moment. A moment too long, apparently, because she read my thoughts. "There was something else you didn't like, right?"

"Well... OK, the part when you were blowing him, with me still inside of you?"

"You didn't like that? The way you were watching I thought for a minute maybe you wanted to suck him off!"

"Uhh, no. Not even close. No, I liked watching you, that was very erotic for me - and he obviously enjoyed it, and I know you did - which is what made it so hot for me. No, not that, but when you were done, and he came in your mouth..."

She cut me off. "And all over my face. That was fun."

"Yeah, and that. But did you really plan to try to spit his cum in my mouth?"

She laughed, and it felt good against me, her body shaking slightly. "No Adam, I knew you'd back out. If I really wanted to do that I would have done a better job of pretending that I'd swallowed already. I just wanted to see your reaction. It's funny that you don't mind if it's in my pussy, but you were freaked about me spitting the same thing into your mouth."

She had a point. A small one, but a point. I thought for a moment before replying. "Not when you think about it, really. When it's one of your famous creampies..."

She laughed again at that, still enjoying the newfound expression. "I love that term - it's just so grossly stupid!"

"Yeah, well, think of a better term for it then that isn't even worse! But anyhow, when it's like that it's for you. I'm doing you, making you happy..."

"I'll say!"

"Ssshhh, jeez - and so if I swallow a little semen in the process that's just collateral damage."

"Collateral damage! Yeah, what an awful thing to have to do! And yet you sure don't mind squirting some down my throat - like at every possible opportunity."

"But that's because you like it! Otherwise I assume my cock wouldn't be in your mouth in the first place, right?"

"Very true."

"See, that's the thing. Having a guy cum in my mouth is not a priority for me. It's not even on my bucket list. Hell, it's actually one of the top things on my all-time list of things to avoid, just below malaria but above having my butt waxed."

She laughed again. "I knew that - not where it stood on your list, but that you wouldn't want to do it - but I was just fooling around."

"Good to know. I wondered." I stopped kidding with her and grew serious. "Kristi, the big thing though, the thing that really gets to me about tonight..." I paused not sure how to continue, or even if I should, but she again sensed that I was serious, and she knew why.

"Adam, I don't love him. It was just sex, really! What you like to call sport-fucking, that's all it was. It was fun, and now it's over, OK?"

I was conscious of her cum-slick little derriere against my semi-erect cock. "Yeah, all over you, all over me, his cum is everywhere. Hell, he's still leaking out of you!"

She moved against me, and I hardened further. "Feels good, doesn't it? But it's mostly your's you know, you powerd most of his out with your big cock then hosed out the rest when you came, and licked up what was left. Besides, we both know how much you love sloppy seconds."

She knew me too well. I do love sloppy seconds. "If you don't stop wiggling your butt it might become sloppy thirds."

"I know." She kept moving. "Funny thing, you telling me what you hated about it and getting all hard and horny at the same time."

"You're getting horny too!"

"Am not."

"Liar. Your ass is on autopilot, and you're dripping wet!"

"Duh! Sloppy seconds, remember?" She reached back and pushed me down, so that I was between her legs, sliding against her gloriously wet pussy where she could rub herself on my growing cock. I groaned and tried to enter her, but was not quite hard enough yet to do so, even with all the extra lubrication. She brought her fingers up to my face, wet from touching herself and me. I sniffed them, savoring the raw sex scent, then licked the two that she slid into my mouth. I was hard enough now, but she stopped me. "Not yet, please! I just want to feel you there for awhile, OK?"

"Sure." Why not? It felt incredibly good, my cock clamped between her thighs and pressed to her hot, wet sex, her hips pumping slowly as she rubbed her hungry pussy on me.

The wind slammed the boat again, and she jumped. "Wow! What was that?"

"Probably Kori getting laid. I think the earth just moved for her."

She giggled. "Seriously!"

"Just the wind. We had a little dry squall come through, maybe a cold front or something. It started awhile ago, no big deal."

She shivered. "I hate storms. I know, you love 'em. So it's going to be cold now?"

"Mmmm, yeah, probably only eighty five later today instead of one-oh-five. Grab your parka."

There was a long silence before she spoke again, her voice back to a whisper. "So, are we OK? You don't hate me?"

I was stunned. "Kristi! Hate you? Never! I love you, I always will. I guess maybe I just wasn't sure you felt the same way, you just seemed so instantly attracted to him, I mean, you know..."

"Oh Adam, how could you even doubt it? Maybe I never told you this, but you know that misterg - I think it's a country misterg so you should know it - but it's called 'You Had Me at Hello' ? Adam, the night we met you had me at hello."

I was deeply touched, and more than a little surprised to hear her say that. It kind of fetishd me up, and I tried to cover it up. "Wow! I wish I'd known that, I wouldn't have been nearly so nervous all evening trying to impress you!"

She laughed softly. "It's true. When I saw this big, good looking guy, broad shoulders, your hair all mussed up and tousled, then when you smiled, and I heard your voice, and looked into those sparkly gray eyes, I knew. It just felt right. Plus, the pants you wore made your ass look great."

I laughed. "It wasn't the pants. My ass does look great!"

She again chuckled softly. "Mmmm, true. You know though, when someone tells you something like that, you're supposed to say 'likewise', or 'you too', or something like that. Did you feel it too? Did I have you at hello?"

"Honestly? No."

"Oh, Adam!"

"No, Kristi, I mean I was so blown away by how gorgeous you are, and how sexy, and just so totally out of my league, I was trying to figure out how not to embarrass myself! I didn't think I'd be able to talk without stammering and acting like a boob. Shit, I was afraid I'd start drooling on my shirt, or fall over a chair or something. I knew if I opened my mouth you'd find out what a dufus I am and run away!"

She laughed again. "You were a little goofy - I thought you were cute. You were just nervous, but so was I. After all, I'd just met the man I wanted to marry."

That did bring me to tears. "God, Kristi! I never knew that. No, you didn't have me at hello, because I was too blown away to even imagine such a thing, but that evening, when I kissed you goodnight... well, by then I knew you were the woman that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Of course, I still couldn't imagine that you would feel the same, or why you would."

"But I did. Isn't it funny that we both felt that way, and yet we dated that whole week, and you went back up to your job site, and we didn't make love until you got back. Two whole weeks!"

"Well worth the wait - or at least it was for me!" I pulled her tightly to me, then squeezed her breast and gently pinched her nipple, which quickly stiffened between my fingers.

She moaned and pressed herself to me. "Mmmm, god! For me too, but all that time wasted when we could have been doing this! Speaking of which, you should probably put that big thing inside of me now."

I did, gladly, sliding back and then thrusting slowly upwards and into her, feeling the hot, velvet grip of her slick pussy first relax to allow me in and then squeeze me tightly. We both groaned in unimister at the incredible sensation of coming together like that, our parts perfectly mated.

"God Kristi, you feel so good! This is probably dangerous though - I heard on TV that if you have an erection lasting longer than four hours you should seek immediate medical attention - this doesn't feel like it will ever go down again, and there's no medical attention out here." She squeezed me, and I groaned again. "God! Especially if you keep doing things like that!"

"Mmm, not to worry, stud. I give you my permisteral guarantee that your erection will not be lasting longer than four hours. Not anywhere near that, actually. It would be good, though, if you would last longer than the four seconds you lasted the last couple of times."

"I already have."

"I'm proud of you. Longer still though, I need you to really fuck me good, because you know what?"

"What?"

"I was wrong earlier, when I told Lee that that was my best orgasm ever, because I'm pretty sure that the one I'm going to have in just a little while here is going to be even better. Way, way better."

Great! No pressure there. But you know what? It was.

great conversation. Sure looks like all is going to be good. Another truly great segment my friend

A wonderfully romantic scene.

Thanks Storm

GH

You were missed while you were away, but I'm glad to hear that you had a great holiday seamister. I hate to keep sounding like a broken record, but I think I've used up almost every accolade that this feeble little mind can come up with to describe how great a story this really is.

Once again, welcome back Stormy and thank you for your hard efforts to bring us this story.

TrF2

Stormy,
It looks like you and GH have traded in 2011. He gets to write the sex scenes and you get to do the loving dialogue !

Just kidding, I know you both do both wonderfully but it was good to see that you still have both these two so wonderfully in focus still. For all the doom mongers worried about their progress with the Power Ranger, they both got what they wanted and maybe needed out of this. Their experience and dialog never once, in my view, went outside of their core characters, quite difficult I think in view of what they did and continue to do. I think the last few posts are some of the best you have ever done - and that means very good indeed. Thanks for continuing to post this wonderful tale.

Thanks guys. All 4 of you have been with me on this tale for a long time now, although timmy was under another name and method of checking in, but you and a couple of others have been very loyal and very helpful throughout. I highly value your input, critiques, and comments, and can't begin to express my appreciation.

GH is a pro, with helpful hints, gentle nudges, and kind encouragement. Trf2 has such great ideas and fun thoughts always whirling through his head (and an odd yet twisted sense of humor, which I love), and peak, with his sharp eyed comments, brilliant and dry sense of humor, and devotion to so many of the authors on this site is always a delight to hear from. Timmy, you (and Irish) have appointed yourself as Adam's protector, ready to smack Kristi if she pushes him too far, and in the process have made Adam more real for me, and Kristi perhaps a little less omnipotent. She's pretty much had me (and Adam) by the balls since I invented her, so I needed your help!

Thanks all, it is rewarding to hear from you.
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I had been laying behind her, both of us on our sides when I entered her, but as we began to fuck in earnest I gradually moved on top of her. She wound up face down, on her stomach, with her legs together as I straddled her, driving downward into her wetness. She pushed her butt up slightly, thrusting back against me to allow me to enter her more deeply, but this was one of those positions where having a longer than average cock was a definite advantage. A little three inch cock, like Ronnie's, for example, would probably not have been very effective in this position. From the sounds she made, I figured she found mine to be satisfactory. Plus, I loved the sensation of my balls pressed to the backs of her firm thighs.

She hadn't yet let me off the hook though, and having me inside of her did not distract her enough. "Unnhhh, god, you have a great cock! Tell me which parts you liked - you never told me those!"

Surprised, I groaned through the pleasurable sensations sweeping through me. "Unhh, uhnghh, now? You want me to tell you now, while we're doing this?"

"Yesss, oh fuck, yes, tell me. You liked watching, didn't you?"

I leaned forward, over her, and spoke softly into her ear, letting my warm breath carress her neck and shoulder, continuing to thrust into her. "I did. I loved it when you sucked his cock. Do you remember? You got on your hands and knees and turned your ass toward me, so I could look at your pussy while you sucked him. You were so wet, and so fucking horny just from his big cock in your mouth, and sucking him just made you hornier. Didn't it?" She didn't reply, she just groaned. I goaded her. "It did, didn't it? You loved it, I saw you getting wetter and wetter, your pussy was all swollen up and open, and your clit was sticking out like a tiny little cock. You loved it, you loved sucking his cock, didn't you?"

It worked. She cried out and came, thrashing under me as I fucked her. "Yess! God yes, I loved it, and you watching me, ohhhh fuck, oh my goddd!"

I almost came when she did - would have if not for shooting my load twice a few hours earlier, but when she went limp under me I was able to slow the pace and regain control, just slowly pushing into her incredible pussy, figuring I'd finish soon as well. But she wasn't done yet. Her face muffled in the pillow, she said "mmmph eff choo ike?"

I laughed. "What?"

She weakly raised her head. "I said, what else did you like?"

"Oh. I liked the way you came just now."

"No dummy, I meant..."

"Dummy? Is that any way to talk to the man you plan to marry - not to mention the one that just made you cum so good? Anyhow, I know what you meant. Now say you're sorry." I thrust hard into her, and she groaned loudly.

"Uunnghhh, my god!"

"Say you're sorry!" I thrust again.

"Uunnghhh, god! You brute, I'm sorry, all right? I didn't mean dummy. I meant to say please sir, tell me what else you liked."

I laughed. "That's better."

She giggled and thrust back against me. "Such harsh punishment! Now tell me."

Close to her ear again, almost whispering: "I liked when you rolled onto your back and spread your legs open, raising them up in the air. You were so wet, and open, your pussy all stretched from his thick cock - you loved his thick cock, didn't you?"

She whimpered. "Yes. Oh, yesss!"

"You spread your legs wide open for him, showing him your pussy and how he'd used it, you invited him in, you practically begged him to fuck you. Your nipples were so hard, and your clit was sticking out just begging to be sucked on. You wanted his big cock back inside of you so bad, didn't you?"

"Ohhh, my god."

"Say it." I thrust hard into her again, my balls crushed to the V-crevice formed by her ass and thighs.

"I wanted him to fuck me! His fucking cock was so thick, so big! Ohh god, I'm cummiiinnngg agaaaiinn, ohhh, my goddd!"

She did, and I somehow didn't, thoroughly amazing myself as I rode through the convulsions of her violent orgasm, pinning her beneath me. This time when she collapsed I knew we were done - or at least she was. Turned out I didn't know cuckolds brownie.

"Oh god, Adam, you're *******ing me! Yes, I wanted to be fucked so bad, god yes! One more, OK?"

"What?"

"Tell me one more, please? I just need one more. What else did you like?"

I chuckled, shaking my head as I marvelled at the way her pussy continued to squeeze and suck at me. "You are fucking insatiable, you know that? OK, let's see..."
I knew what I'd really liked, what I wanted to say, the moment that had been so incredibly intense for me, but it seemed weak to admit it. I was actually a little ashamed that I'd found it so intensely exciting to see him cum inside of her, but there it was. I couldn't hide that from her.

"I loved seeing him cum in you."

She turned her head as far as she could, looking over her shoulder at me, those incredible, smoky eyes seeing straight to my soul. "Really?"

It was my turn, and I found the pace of my thrusting into her increasing, my cock hard as steel. "Oh my god, yes! When he said he was cumming, and he pushed that big thing of his way up inside of you and started to cum... Babe, I could see how stretched you were around his thickness, and I watched as his cock just flexed and spasmed with each spurt of cum, and I knew he was just filling your pussy with his thick jizz, and you were cumming from the feel of it pumping and squirting inside of you..."

I came then, deep inside of her, my cock pushed as far into her velvet heat as I could get it, I emptied myself into her, and she literally exploded. Well, OK, not literally, there no red and gore involved, but she had what can only be described as an explosive orgasm, she cried out, almost screaming, a sound I'd never heard her make, and she writhed under me as I pumped her full of my seed. I wasn't sure if she was trying to get more of me into her or trying to escape my thrusts, if she was feeling intense pleasure or intense pain. It kind of scared me, really, would have even more if I hadn't been cumming so hard at the exact same instant, but not to worry. It was pure pleasure, total ecstasy, what she later called 'dying and going to heaven'.

And Lee thought he could get her off good. He was a fucking amateur by comparimister!

And Lee thought he could get her off good. He was a fucking amateur by comparimister!

Adam - you da man!!!!

Stormy thanks for the kind words. While most of my captions show quite opposite from time to time (because of the audience that I cater too and a bit of a permisteral dark side) I am firm believer of what GH is trying to say in his stories. Cuckolding or domination should be balanced by love and concern for the other permister. Thanks for another hot sex episode.

Thanks Timmy. It's true, and nobody says it better than GH. I try hard not to plagiarize anything from other stories, but I will own up to receiving a great deal of inspiration from his!
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I practically collapsed on top of her then, weak and drained, and breathing heavily. I could feel that she was doing the same, and I let myself roll off to the side, both of us gasping at the sensation of me slipping out of her, our bodies ultra-sensitive from the barely completed mutual orgasms. I let my hand slide down her sweat-slick body until it came to rest in the hollow of her lower back, the heel of my hand resting just on the swell of her fine ass, right at the top of her crack. She shuddered. "Ohh my god! Don't touch me!"

I laughed weakly. "Nice! And after I was so good to you, now I repulse you!"

"Mmmm, no, never..." She was facing away from me, her face half buried in her pillow, so her voice was soft and muffled "I'm just so sensitive right now. It's like my skin is all pins and needles. You know how I get."

I did. I'd ***d her post-coitus in the past, touching, licking, and teasing until she was a quivering, begging mass of cum soaked female. I sensed that this was not the time for that. Plus, I was totally worn out. "I'm too tired to move my hand. I promise not to do anything."

"Good, you'd better not." There was a long pause, during which both of us began to breathe more normally, then, in a tired voice, she went on. "That was incredible, it felt soooo good! You were inspired."

"Uh-huh. You inspired me."

I thought maybe she'd fallen arelax when she didn't answer. My own eyelids were becoming quite heavy, and I'd almost drifted off when she spoke again. "I'm so glad. I like that you liked those things, the things you just told me about, that he and I did together. I enjoyed it. I'm glad you did too."

I know that I had told her I liked seeing her do certain things, but now, examined more closely and in a non-aroused state, I could be more introspective, more dispassionate. "Maybe 'liked' wasn't the right word babe. At times I hated seeing what I saw, even those things, but it was intensely erotic for me. Very arousing. As you could tell."

She was silent again, and this time I knew she was relaxing. Until she said "So we should do it again some time, or no?"

This time it was my turn to lay silently, thinking about that. "I think...I think we'll have to, don't you?" No answer. "Kristi...?"

"I'll look forward to it. Thank you Adam, for loving me, and for understanding." She sounded exhausted.

I kissed her shoulder. "It's part of it. Sleep now, I'll shut up."

"Mmm-hmmm. You too." She burrowed into the pillow and was gone, out, and I followed right behind, my hand still on the warm, smooth skin of her lower back, feeling her breathe.


I awoke again some time later, it didn't seem like too long, but the moon had crept to the horizon and the sky was beginning to lighten. I laid there for awhile, enjoying the warmth of her next to me and listening to her breathe. She was obviously deeply arelax, her deep, widely spaced breaths almost turning to soft snores. Realizing that I was done relaxing, and not wanting to wake her, I quietly got to my feet and padded to the bathroom, closing the door softly behind me. During a long and satisfying piss, I noticed that I could still smell the scent of rutting on me, my hands and my body reeking of sex, the blend of pheromones, sweat, semen and aroused pussy creating it's distinctive perfume. It gave me a thrill of arousal, a memory of the incredible yet confusing night just gone by. It also told me that I needed a shower.

Adjusting the water as hot as I could stand it, I stepped in and lathered up, getting face, hair, and body in one fell swoop. Behind my closed eyes the scenes of Kristi fucking Lee played like a pornographic slide show, and by the time I got down to my groin I was hard and erect. I made sure I did a good job on my genital region, giving it a little extra lathering and scrubbing. OK, I was playing, but it's my cock, so I'm allowed!

I was still mostly hard by the time I had towelled dry, brushed my teeth, and applied deodorant, and I considered waking Kristi for a little morning fun. When I re-entered the bedroom she was still on her stomach, still relaxing soundly, but had drawn one leg up to her chest in a horizontal Heisman pose. She looked beautiful and sexy, her messy, used pussy fully exposed, and I had to touch.

I very gently stroked her, touching her outer lips, just grazing her skin, then the wet, slippery softness of her inner lips, the surface crinkled and pink, slick, aromatic. I let my middle finger slide between, wetting it in her juices, and found her loose opening, slowly slipping into her. My now rock-hard erection was against the back of her thigh and she moved against me, groaning softly. "Ummmm, god, you pervert! You can't possibly be horny again!"

"Me? You're the one that's all wet and willing, pushing yourself back onto my fingers!" I let my fingers find and stroke her hard clit. "And this feels as hard as I am."

"Ohh, gentle, Adam, I'm kind of sensitive."

"Sorry! You're sore?"

"Mmmm, not sore, just tender. Like I had two huge stallions pounding me half the night. You try it sometime."

"Thanks, but no thanks. You seemed so willing for a minute there."

"I was dreaming. You woke me. Then I found out my dream wasn't a dream, or I wouldn't be so tender - way too tender for that log you keep rubbing on my leg, by the way."

I laughed. "OK, I get the message, I'll leave you alone." I slid my finger gently out of her, and she moaned at the loss, despite her protestations. Sliding rearward, my fingertip encountered the tight pucker of her asshole, and I teased it, gently prodding and pushing.

She gasped. "God! And you called me insatiable! Don't! Adam, don't, don.... ohh! Oh god, ohhh fuck, mmmmm, oh god, ohhh, yess!"

I laughed. "That was a new record for going from 'don't' to 'ohhh, yesss'! See, you are insatiable!" I pushed my finger into her tight sphincter to the second knuckle, and she pushed back against me, moaning.

"Asshole!"

"Why yes, I believe it is!"

She giggled. "I meant you. I just wanted to relax. I'm still so tired, can't you go away and come back later?"

I leaned close to her ear. "I could. Or we could try this avenue, since the other is too sensitive right now."

She was silent for a moment. "Adam, we've talked about this. You're just too big for that, you'd probably hurt me."

I knew that, but I still occasionally teased her. "Hmmm, and here I thought you were dreaming of taking me backdoor while you were fucking Lee."

"God! That would split me in two! It hurts just to think about it! Out now, please? Let me relax just a little longer?"

"Oh, OK, if I must." I slid slowly out, the contraction of her body powering the last inch or so of my finger from her bottom as she gasped.

"Oooohh, god! We'll have to finish that later. Go away now."

I laughed. "I love you too."

"I do love you. I'd just love you to be someplace else right now. Goodnight."

I laughed again. "Well, at least you're vulgarly honest - oh, and it's more like good morning, but whatever." I closed the blinds to keep out the brightening day, pulled the sheet and light blanket up over her naked body, tucking them around her, and left. By the time I pulled the door shut I think she was relaxing again. As I finished tying the belt of my robe around me I decided that I might as well go start a pot of coffee, so I made my way to the galley, looking forward to a little private time and quiet reflection to figure out just exactly how I felt about the way the previous evening had gone. I'd felt a little rejected by Kristi's reaction that morning, but not seriously so. How could I, given the night we'd just had?

Rounding the corner I was surprised to see Tiffany, her back to me, pouring the pot of water into the coffeemaker. Not wanting to startle her and make her spill, I remained silent until she was finished. In the interim I admired her long, shapely legs beneath the oversized chambray shirt which she wore as a short robe, and her long, auburn hair, dark and wet still, as evidence of her own shower, and the soft curves of her lush body beneath the thin chambray. I waited until she was sliding the pot under the basket. "Great minds, woman! I was just going to do that."

She jumped slightly, then turned and smiled at me. "Good morning Adam, I didn't expect to see you this early." She paused, raising one eyebrow teasingly. "Not after the night you had."

I felt myself color. "Uhhh, yeah. So, I guess you could hear us?"

"Oh yes! You're right across the hall, remember? Between Kristi in your room, and Kori right next door, it was like stereo porn."

She crossed to me, and leaned into my arms, which automatically went around her. "Sorry about that Tiff, didn't mean to bother you." She smelled good, of shampoo and lotion, and felt warm and supple in my arms, her large breasts soft against my chest

She looked up at me, then stretched up to give me a soft, quick kiss. "Ssshhh, it was no bother!" She kissed me again, longer, and deeper, her lips warm and oh so sweet. "I didn't mind, it was kind of exciting. Sounded like fun. It sure left me horny though!"

Oh yeah, now we're talking. Turnabout is fair play.

Can't wait to see you lay these cards out on the table Stormy. We also need to catch up on the evening that Kori and Ron had as well.

TrF2

Thanks Trf2, but you may not want to use the cards metaphor - I'm awful at cards, and can barely shuffle without dropping cards all over. I hope the story goes better than that!

Hey, has anyone else been having trouble with this site dumping them off constantly?? Doing it a lot lately to me, yesterday it cost me over 2 hours work when it dumped me just as I was about to post a new segment, which went poof and disappeared into cyberspace, I guess.

I've always just typed my story here, in this space, because it was convenient and easy. No more, I guess, since I don't want to lose it to glitches. Unfortunately, I had yesterday's work no place else except in my head, so back to square 1. Have to try doing it as a Word doc or on wordpad or something and copying to here.

Not sure if this is a widespread problem or if Mr. Big C is working on it, but it is very annoying.

Stormy,

sorry about that glitch. Honestly, I was kind of surprised that you don't have the story on your HD. Word and copy and past seems to work fine.

I haven't had any problems at all Stormy, but I'm guessing you're on here quite a long time while you're composing your segments. Yeah, putting them in Word and then cutting and pasting is probably good insurance against that happening again. Sorry to hear that you lost one, that sucks.

I'm with you, I can play a lot of sports, but put me in a card game and you might as well tatoo "loser" on my forehead. Not my deal, for sure.


B(.)(.)BIES!!

TrF2

I laughed. "Well, you could have just joined in you know. I feel fairly certain you'd have been welcomed in either room."

She pushed off my chest and stepped back. "Oh sure! I don't think so, that's just not me. Speaking of which, how did I end up in my own bed - and naked?"

I looked at her, amazed. "You really don't remember? You fell arelax up above, on the bench, and Pops carried you down and put you to bed. If you didn't do it I assume he must have undressed you too."

She smiled. "He can be very gentle for such a big guy. Plus, I was completely exhausted, and then the food, and the wine, and the boat softly rocking... when I get like that I just totally crash."

I nodded. "I'll say! If he got you out of those skin tight little shorts without waking you, you must have been practically ***!"

She giggled self-consciously. "Speaking of things that are just not me! I'm not sure how Kristi talked me into those."

"She can be very persuasive."

She turned those incredible green eyes on me, studying me silently for a moment, and I had a pretty good idea what she was thinking. She was probably thinking about how Kristi had persuaded me to go places that I probably would not have chosen to go - especially since she had heard the whole sordid tale from me when I was still hurting rather badly, before Kristi and I had had our reunion, and had talked enough to find common ground. If that was indeed what she was thinking, at least she had the grace to not darken the morning with those thoughts.

Instead, she arched an eyebrow and gave me a teasing smile. "So, did you like the shorts on me?"

She had startled me with that! "Ha! Umm, yeah, well, let's just say they were very eye-catching. So much so that I had trouble taking my eyes off of you. Nicely defined assets, by the way!"

I knew I was blushing, and now she reddened as well, but her green eyes sparkled as she laughed. "I can't lie, it made me feel very sexy. It was kind of nice, men admiring me when I was actually dressed for it. It may have contributed to my overall sense of horniness even."

I muttered "I know it contributed to mine", and she laughed again. I smiled at her, very comfortable. For some reamister, after our admittedly awkward and hostile beginning that night at the cafe we had hit it off very well, and each found the other very easy to be around, and to talk to. I motioned to her casual morning shirt mode of dress. "Permisterally, I like this look a lot too. Very fetching, young lady."

She looked down at her blue shirt. "This? Really? Jeez Adam, I don't have a touch of makeup on, my hair is still wet and needs to be brushed, and this is just one of my husband's old shirts. I guess you're just too easy."

I had forgotten, for the moment, that she was still technically married. "Well, at least you got something good out of the marriage. I mean, look at the way this swoops up on the sides between the shirttails, almost up to your hip, raising the question of whether or not you're wearing any panties..."

"I'm not."

"Uhhh,... damn, umm.."

She laughed. "Sorry! Did I de-rail your train of thought?"

I nodded ruefully. "Totally. Completely wrecked, incredible carnage. But I was about to say, and the way the tails hang down and cover your amazing tush, and tease the eye in the front as they threaten to gap open." I waved my hand in front of her, indicating her breasts "and those, you really need to show those off more. Bra-less definitely becomes you."

She looked down at her own chest, no doubt noticing, as I had, that her large nipples were thrusting out proudly through the thin fabric, crowning each of her breasts with an impressive peak. It's one of my favorite looks for a woman, and she did it extremely well. Blushing again, she looked back up at me. "It's kind of chilly this morning."

"Oh, OK, that makes sense. And here I thought it was just because you were horny - hey, you admitted it - and now so close to such a sexy hunk like me."

She laughed, again at ease. "Yeah, let's say that's it stud. Whatever makes you feel better."

For some reamister, I'm not sure why, I reached out my right hand and gently ran the backs of my fingers upwards across her hard nipple, her left one, feeling the firm, rubbery protrusion bump across the backs of my fingers. She gasped in a shuddering breath, surprised, but didn't pull away. Her nipples were large, larger than Kristi's, probably half an inch or more across and protruding at least as far, and obviously very sensitive. I lowered my hand, and my head. "I'm sorry Tiff, I have no idea why I did that. I had no right."

"I'm not sorry Adam. Not at all. In fact, I'm a little sorry you stopped." She hesitated, and I looked up, directly into her eyes, noticing again how incredibly clear and green they were. I'd never seen eyes like that before. Our eyes still locked, she went on. "I am curious though. Is this about me, or me and you, or is this about Kristi and Lee? Because if it's about Kristi and Lee, I don't want to be a part of it. I don't want to be a revenge fuck, or a part of destroying somebody's relationship. As you know, I've been hurt, badly. That makes me a little sensitive about hurting anyone else. I can't do that Adam. I won't."

I swallowed what felt like a brick. "So you know about Lee and her, huh? I thought you were arelax."

She laughed softly. "Oh, I was, no doubt! But they were all over each other before I fell arelax, and let's face it, he only showed up here because he thought he could get into her pants. Plus, I could hear the three of you last night, remember?"

"Yeah, well. You know he really didn't want to get into her pants, he wanted to get into what she keeps in her pants. How much did you hear?"

"Mmmm, quite a bit. Mostly Kristi. So did he?"

"What?"

"Did he get into what she keeps in her pants?"

I looked at her. "Yeah."

"And you were there? The three of you, together?"

"You already know that."

"True. I didn't hear you very much though, you must be very quiet. Molly has slept with him, you know. She says he's, uhh, well endowed."

"Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"Did that bother you?"

I shook my head. "No, not that so much. Listen, do we have to talk about this?"

"Aren't we already?"

"I guess. It's just...look Tiff, I'm still not sure how I feel about it. I'm a little conflicted, I guess you could say, so I don't know what I can tell you..."

"The coffee is about done. Why don't we grab a couple of cups and sit down for awhile?"

"That sounds good. I'll grab some mugs, you pour."

She expertly filled the mugs to just the right spot, looking over her shoulder at me as she put the pot back on the machine. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I just thought maybe a friendly ear, another woman's perspective, you know..."

"C'mon Tiff, let's sit down. I'm kind of anxious to see how that's going to work for you in that shirt, what with no panties and all."

She laughed as we crossed the room. "You're terrible!"

hi stormydog,

i discovered your story about a month ago and devoured it with increasing admiration. It's a pity you had to start over your last installment, but then i'd say you should consider to backup the entire thing since it's developing into the first great erotic novel of the 21st century.

btw Alexandre Dumas also wrote his books in daily newspaper installments..;

happy new year

k hyde

hi stormydog,

i discovered your story about a month ago and devoured it with increasing admiration. It's a pity you had to start over your last installment, but then i'd say you should consider to backup the entire thing since it's developing into the first great erotic novel of the 21st century.

btw Alexandre Dumas also wrote his books in daily newspaper installments..;

happy new year

k hyde

Thanks guys, appreciate the comments. Not sure what I would do with it if I did back up the entire tale, but it probably would be a good idea. Pretty dumb to do it the way I have been, I guess.
Glad you joined us K Hyde! Since you just read the whole thing, you may have noticed that at least one entire segment (and some responses) disappeared back in the middle of the cafe scene - it probably seemed a little dis-jointed. Don't know how it got dropped, happened some time after it was posted, and I meant to go back and fill the gap but just haven't found time (or enthusiasm) for doing so!

Trf2, trust you to get me laughing! B(.)(.)BIES - that's great, I had never seen that before. I mean, of course I've seen boobies, but, well, you know what I mean!

stormy should be relatively easy to do since you did post those on lit. But I hear you. It's always more fun writing something new than putting old pieces back in.

Enjoy the rest of the weekend

I dropped onto the loveseat near the hearth. The fire was not lit, so there was no particular advantage to the spot in that regard, but it did have a good view out toward the cliffs, which were just beginning to light up with the rays of the rising sun. I set my coffee on the low table to my left and patted the spot to my right. "Saved you a spot."

She hesitated. "Are you really planning to watch me try to do this?"

I laughed. "I told you I was curious about how you would be able to sit in that thing."

Smiling, she shook her head. "A gentleman would look the other way."

"Well then it's a good thing that word doesn't appear anyplace on my resume', isn't it?"

She laughed. "Like I said, terrible! Here then, take my coffee and put it by yours."

As I took the mug from her and turned slightly to set it by my own, she quickly lowered herself into the spot beside me, folding her legs under her in the way that women do and which would quickly paralyze me if I tried it, and leaned against me. Caught off guard, I turned back to her just in time to catch a quick glimpse of soft auburn curls at her groin before she tugged her shirt back down. "Sneaky girl! Can't believe I fell for that old distraction trick!"

She laughed, pleased with herself. "You were easy. I think you were being a gentleman and just didn't want me to know it."

I nodded. "Yeah, let's say that's it. This is nice though, I like the way you feel against me. You're still cold though, huh?" She saw me looking at the obvious peaks at the front of her shirt. Really couldn't help myself, they were like eye magnets.

She sighed, feigning exasperation. "Yes Adam, my nipples are still hard. I guess I was wrong, because a real gentleman would have let that go by and maybe, oh, say, lit a fire in the fireplace or something."

"Oh. Yeah, I guess I could do that. Here, watch these fine woodsman's s*******s." I picked up the remote and pressed one button, and the fireplace clicked and then flared to life, perfectly formed propane flames instantly leaping over the fake logs. "Viola, fire as requested!"

She laughed. I loved the sound of her laugh, had from the first time I'd heard it. Pops had indicated that it was something she did far too rarely, and had been surprised when she had seemed to warm to me as quickly as she had, but she seemed more at ease now, here, on the boat and away from the every day reminders of her past life. I guess, maybe in a way, that was what I had been hoping for when I'd invited her along. Yeah, being the gentleman I am, I'm sure that must be the only reamister.

"You are an amazing talent. Good looking, sweet, reportedly hung like a mule, and a magician with fire. What more could a girl want?"

"Well, I am good with fire. One out of four's not bad!" I handed her mug back to her and recovered my own, and we both sipped at them. The coffee was still nearly scalding hot. "So, where were we?"

She looked up at me, and I again took the opportunity to marvel at the color of her eyes. "We were talking about you and Kristi - and Lee."

"Oh, yeah. Well, we don't have to do that. Let's talk about you instead."

"Adam..."

"Look Tiff, I'm not sure how I feel. I'm not sure I could even talk to Ronnie about it at this point, and he's a guy, my best bud, and I've known him for years. How am I supposed to talk to a beautiful woman, no matter how caring and nice she is, and no matter how well we've hit it off, about something like this?"

"If you're so embarrassed, or feel so bad about it, why did you go through with it in the first place?"

There was the question of the century! Sure wish I had an answer for her. "I...Tiff, I really don't know."

The question of the ages - why do we let women do what they do?

Stormy this conversation is shaping up very, very nicely. Thanks

Tiff : "Come on Adam, tell me. Is it true you are hung like a horse ?"

Adam : "Neigh."

Sorry, just had to ...

Timmy, I actually thought of that a while back, but it had disappeared before I transferred it to Lit, and I just did kind of a half-assed job (I thought) of filling the gap when I posted there. I wasn't very happy with it, but it still might not be a bad way to go. Thanks for the reminder, and the kind words!
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"You must have had a reamister."

I nudged her with my elbow. "You're just not going to drop this, are you? Look, the only thing I can really point to...you know how it is when you get really horny? I mean really, really horny?"

She nodded. "Yeah. It's happened to me recently, if you'll recall."

I laughed. "Oh, right! Well, that's a big part of it. The idea of her being super-aroused, seeing the two of them touching and driving each other crazy with lust, it just seems to get the hormones going for me. Once the pot is boiling and the juices are flowing, and all the other cliches' for being too fucking horny to think straight are happening, I'll do things that I would never do if I was, you know, normal. Sober. Not all hopped up on a flood of testosterone and adrenalin, maybe a little holy water to further cloud things. I sort of throw caution aside and plunge ahead because I'm too aroused not to." I paused to look at her. "Doesn't that ever happen to you?"

She blushed and quickly looked away. "Oh yes! I guess I know what you mean. But if you wanted to go ahead, and nobody got hurt, and everyone had a nice time, what's the problem?"

That was another great question. I'd never really thought about it fully, or at least not with those particular stipulations attached. "I don't know Tiff. Maybe it was just Lee."

She laughed. "Ah! Now I'm starting to understand. He does tend to come on a little strong sometimes around women, especially around really beautiful women. And your Kristi is a very beautiful woman."

I didn't comment on her calling Kristi 'my Kristi', but it always sounds funny to me. Funny weird, not funny ha-ha. "Yeah, but she usually handles guys like that, kind of politely brushes them off. She responded to him, you know, immediately. It was like she wanted him just as much!"

"With you right there? Ouch! That must have hurt."

I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess it did. I thought he was an absolute asshole."

She let out a long peal of laughter, delighted, it seemed, at my reaction to Lee. "He has that effect on people sometimes too. He's really not such a bad guy, once you get to know him. He's the kind of guy that would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it."

"Yeah, I can kind of see that more now. At the time he mostly seemed to want to give Kristi the shirt off his back - and his pants, and his socks, and the underwear - you get the idea."

She laughed again. "Well, at least you kept your sense of humor! He really is a good man Adam. He's... well, he just has a lot of very admirable qualities, there's a depth to him that he tries hard not to show for some reamister..."

I sensed something in her voice, maybe sadness, or wistfulness, whatever that sounds like. "What's the deal between you and him, Tiff? He's different around you. You know that, right?"

She looked startled. "I..." She hesitated, shaking her head. "You know, you may be too intuitive to be a man. You probably should have been a woman."

My turn to laugh. "Sorry, I'm not equipped for it."

She smiled. "Yeah, so I've heard!"

I laughed again. "No, not ...well, yeah, that too, but I actually meant emotionally. I'm not nearly strong enough."

That earned me another of her beautiful smiles. "Most men aren't. And most aren't honest enough to admit that either."

A very familiar voice from behind us interrupted. "Hi guys, mind if I join you?"

We both turned to look. Kori stood near the galley, one hand on the back a stool at the breakfast bar. She too had showered, judging by the towel wrapped around her head and total lack of any makep, and now, barefoot and wearing only her short flowered robe, she looked tiny. And tired.

"Oh, sure K! There's coffee ready, if you want some."

"Praise the lord! You're my hero Adam!"

"Actually, Tiff made it. I just watched."

"Then she's my hero. Good morning Tiffany. Nice of you to let Adam watch - I've heard that he likes to watch!"

They both had a laugh at my expense, and I was still blushing as Tiffany answered. "Morning Kori!" She looked at me. "So that's how it is, huh?"

"Hey, we're talking about you, remember?"

"Boring! Let's talk about you again."

I wiggled my eyebrows. "Or we could talk about Kori. She's the newbie to this meeting, we should probably talk about her."

Tiffany grinned evilly and played along. "True! So Kori, tell us - was your night nearly as much fun as it sounded like it was?"

Kori had the decency to blush. "Uhh, sorry. I thought you were arelax. I didn't know you could hear us! Scoot over Adam, I'm cold, let me sit with you guys." She wedged in between me and the arm of the loveseat, the three of us packing the smallish sofa completely. I was happier than a pig in slop, wedged between two very soft, very warm, very beautiful women; one that I'd known for years and was very close too, and another that I'd known only a short time but with whom I had developed a nearly instantaneous bond.

Tiffany nodded. "Oh yes, I could definitely hear you! You and them both. So where are the guys? Did you wear both of them out?"

Kori took a deep breath. "Trell! It was just Trell! He's like some incredible black stallion..."

Tiffany laughed. "Yeah, I heard you call him that last night. A couple of times!"

Kori blushed again as we both laughed at her. "The damn kid is priapic, I swear to god! He'd no sooner get off - in me, in my mouth, on my tits - and I'd barely get my breath, and he's hard again and poking at me with that big thing of his. I had no idea that one man could produce that much semen! I mean, my god!!"

I squeezed her around her shoulders, and she snuggled against me. "Yeah K, I know how much you must have hated that!"

She giggled. "I'm not complaining, I'm just worn out! I'm so tired!"

Tiff reached across me and poked her in the ribs "And yet you're here and they're not! You must have drained Ronnie's tank too!"

Kori giggled again. "It would take longer to drain his through that tiny little nozzle!" I shook my head as Tiff let out a surprised snort. Kori went on. "Uh, guys, you know..."

Tiffany prodded her. "What, Kori?"

"Well, I don't know how much I should say. Look, Adam knows more about us now, and we know stuff about each other, so I guess it's OK, but the thing is... well, Ronnie really isn't allowed to cum when we do this."

I stared at her. "You're joking!"

"No! I mean, it was his idea, he wanted it this way. I'm not that cruel." She giggled again "Although it is kind of fun, seeing him there with his tiny little stiffie sticking straight up! It's turned out to be more fun than I thought it would be when he first talked about it. Especially the bigger cocks on some of the other guys!"
She poked me in the ribs now. "Including this one!"

Tiffany looked back and forth between Kori and me. "Oh, I'm definitely going to have to hear more of this! I'm so glad we decided to talk about Kori!"

I just groaned and closed my eyes.

Storm

You've been very productive while I've been out of the loop. It was fun to be able to read a number of segments at one time.

I love Adam's uncertainty about his feelings about what happened between Lee and Kristi. Cuckolding brings up such an incredible myriad of emotions. Nicely done.

I also love the little twist about Ronnie at the end.

I look forward to reading more. Thank you for writing

GH

Don't put those "Caution Slippery Floors" signs away just yet, I have a feeling that there's more seed to be spilled before the boat ties back up to the dock.

Adam's honesty is refreshing, he truly is struggling with this whole new development in his relationship with Kristi. Not to mention his feelings for Tiffany and the lovely Rain, who isn't even in the game at this point. What a lucky guy.

Love the story, love the way you're presenting it to us. Thank you for everything. Glad I could add a little levity to your life with my comment about B(.)(.)BIES. It's the little (or sometimes big) (.)(.) things in life that are so special.

Hey GH, good to hear from you as well. Hope you're feeling better. Hopefully you'll be out there chasing those little white balls soon.

Take care Stormy.

TrF2

Back again and up to speed. Love the conversation. I am so glad you have not stopped writting.
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