Adam's Journey

bump time

Wow, tough to believe I haven't been here since before Christmas! Where does time go? I sincerely hope you all had a great hoilday seamister and are doing well in the new year. Thank you all for your comments, and for the bump-ups and holiday wishes. Wish I was able to spend more time with you, but for various reamisters - none of them particularly significant or meaningful - it just never happens. Frustrating!

Anyhow, got a segment to post, finally. It was a difficult one to write, for some reamister, and I went back and deleted and changed it several times to get here. Hope you like it. If so, the good news is that I cut it off because it was getting too long, which leaves me with a good start on the next segment. If not...well, remember it's free, so you get what you pay for. (Kidding!)

So, without further ado, here it is. Thanks again for all of your support!
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Following Kori down the steps to the lower deck and back to the hall that led to the bedrooms I had no difficulty maintaining a rock-hard erection. If the have in my system, the view of Kori’s sweet little butt leading the way, and the idea of watching Kristi have sex wasn’t enough to guarantee my arousal (and I’m sure it was!) her hand tugging on me as we walked definitely sealed the deal. I was so hard I ached!

Kori noticed my condition, and stopped just outside the closed door of the room I shared with Kristi to comment on it. “You know Sluggo, for all you say you were dreading this, you’re as hard as a rock! I guess it’s not all bad, huh?”

“Well…there are other contributing factors – your hand, for example - but my mind and my body don’t always agree on these things anyway. What can I say?”

“Don’t say anything, just enjoy it! I know I am!” She ran her hand up and down the length of my cock, softly stroking me, and I felt her shudder slightly with her own arousal. Even as we enjoyed each other, I became aware of Kristi’s voice – or, more accurately, of the sounds of her arousal - filtering through the door. It was apparent that whatever was happening at that moment, she was enjoying it; in fact, knowing her as I do, it was apparent from her vocal response that she was building toward orgasm!

I reached for the door knob, wanting to see what was happening rather than just hear it, but Kori pushed my hand away. “Not now, you big clod! You don’t want to walk in and maybe spoil what sounds like it’s going to be a really nice orgasm!”

“But I want to see!”

“Ssshhh, just listen!”

So I did – or, rather, we did, touching and fondling each other as we listened to the sounds of Kristi’s intense arousal building to a crescendo, as she gasped and cried out, and told him not to stop, that yes, yes, right there was the perfect spot, yes, the perfect thing to do, yes, that she was coming, that she was coming, now, now, and then the hoarse guttural cries as her orgasm took the words away and left her speechless, but not soundless. She came hard, intensely, loudly, with that wild abandon and natural joy, the great pleasurable, incomprehensible fury of a very sexual woman in the deepest throes of a mighty orgasm, and it left me shaken and wrung out, as if I was the one that had experienced it rather than my woman. And then it took me a few moments to realize that I had experienced it, that I had unloaded all over Kori’s hand, stomach, and breasts, which were covered with the results of my experiencing it, that I had, under the spell of Kristi’s sounds and Kori’s touch, come hard and massively myself, even as Kristi had!

I stared stupidly at the copious streaks and splashes of white semen, my semen, that were splattered all over Kori’s tits and stomach, still not entirely sure just how that had happened, even as she looked down at herself and what her stroking me had wrought. “Well big guy, it seems that you enjoyed that! That was an impressive display, if I do say so myself! Are you always so, umm, productive?”

I groaned, shuddering with the release of pent-up tension. “Uhh,goddamn! No, not always. Sorry K, I don’t know how that happened – I didn’t expect that at all!”

She laughed. “Obviously! I came too, you know – not as hard as you and Kristi did, but I did – not least because you were coming all over me. That was nice, I love that feeling!” There was that little shudder of arousal again, proving her words.

“Uh, well, yeah – still, it’s kind of embarrassing. Glad you enjoyed it. I guess I kind of made a big mess though; sorry about that.”

“I’m not – and don’t be embarrassed, you hear me?! All you guys tend to do that sometimes you know, and lucky for you I’ve never objected to getting a man’s nice warm, fresh cum on me – in fact, I enjoy it, a lot; it’s part of the fun! Plus, it’s kind of empowering to know that I can make you do that – with an assist from Pops and Kristi this time, of course.” She was absently fondling me while running the fingers of her other hand through the gobbets of cum on her stomach and then massaging it into her erect nipples as she spoke, seemingly unaware of my fascination in watching her do that until I bent forward and sucked one of those lovely cum-coated pink nubs into my mouth. It was slick, musky, slightly salty and perfect, and she groaned as I tongued her rubbery wet flesh. “Mmm, god! I’m going to need to fuck you Adam; should we go and join them now, or do you want me to take you right here in the hall?”

“Mmmmm” I came up for air just long enough to grunt “I don’t care, you pick”, and went back to suckling at her glorious breasts, fuller and heavier than Kristi’s, with larger, more protruding nipples, tasting myself on her even as I felt her body begin to respond.

She laughed. “You do so care, you liar! Come on, let’s go in – remember where you left off though, OK – I’m going to need some more of that.” Knocking even as she turned the knob and slowly opened the door, she called out to announce our entry. “Hello? Hey guys, hi, sorry to bust in, but we thought you might enjoy a little company – and it sounded like we were missing all the fun!”

The scene in the bedroom was not what I had expected. I suppose I’d thought that Kristi was responding to a good, thorough fucking – or at least that had been the image in my head - but that was not the case. Instead she lay on her back on the bed, diagonally, her head hanging back over the end closest to the door so that she was looking at an inverted view of us as we entered. Her silky golden hair hung down in soft waves all the way to the floor. Pops was across on the other side, facing us, down on his knees with her legs over his shoulders and his face buried in her pussy, his hands cupped under her buttocks as he held her to him, slowly licking and caressing her aroused sex with his tongue and lips as she came down from her peak. He didn’t even look up to acknowledge our intrusion, so involved was he!

Kristi smiled, a silly, sexy, satisfied, upside-down smile, and reached back to run her fingers through her hair. “Mmmm, you didn’t miss all the fun, but you just missed a really good part of it!”

Kori corrected her. “We didn’t really miss it – as you may be able to tell by my rich, creamy coating. We were right outside, and while you were getting off on a little oral, we were enjoying a little aural – Adam especially seemed to enjoy it!”

That brought Pops’ head up, and his eyebrows rose as he looked at her. She tried to clarify by spelling it out. “O-r-a-l vs. a-u-r-a-l, you know, like…oh, just never mind, it loses something if you have to explain it. Just go back to what you were doing.”

Kristi put her hand on his dark, massive head and pushed it back down to her wet sex, where she wanted it; he just grinned and complied. “Yes, please do. I’m rather enjoying that.” She looked at me. “You came, just from listening to me?”

I nodded, “Yeah, pretty much, I guess.”

She laughed. “Oooohh, sexy! Kiss?”

I knelt to kiss her, putting my hand behind her head to help raise her lips to mine. I was aware of the soft silken flow of her hair through my fingers, and of the subtle female smell of her warm skin and the light sheen of sexual perspiration on her body, and when our lips met hers were soft and warm, and slightly puffy, and there was a certain male muskiness on her breath and in the taste of her mouth. Our tongues touched, and twined, and wrestled, and I felt her need and the spasm that ran through her as Pops’ tongue found some very sensitive spot lower down. I tasted her, breathed her breath, and loved her, and when our lips finally separated our eyes stayed locked on each other, searching. There was probably something really important I should have said then, at that moment, something really deep or meaningful or romantic, but all I came up with was “You taste like cum.”

Fortunately, she only laughed. “There’s a reamister for that, and it’s the same reamister that he’s doing what he’s doing right now instead of screwing me. He needs a little recovery time.”

That brought Pops’ head up again. “Hey, it’s not my fault! Nobody told me that I was unleashing a tigress! Damn, I just lost control – I haven’t popped my cork that quick since I turned twenty!”

Kori snickered. “Sure, that’s what they all say!”

Kristi again pushed his head back down between her thighs, this time clamping them shut on him to hold him there. “It’s all right, I was trying to make you cum – and boy, did you! I nearly drowned, but I managed to swallow most of it. It was fun!” She looked at me again, her own eyebrows rising – or, I suppose, since she was upside-down, lowering. Whatever, her eyes widened. “You know, you taste like cum too – now why would that be?”

I shrugged, but I felt my face warm as I reddened slightly. “That’s mine, I guess – I was licking a little off of Kori just before we came in. I kind of made a mess; dang, I really came hard – not as good as you, but good!”

She smiled languorously, her eyes closing as she focused for a moment on the sensations he was creating inside of her, and when they re-opened they had that smoky, sensual look that I know so well, the look that tells me that she’s really involved in what’s happening to her body, and that she’s a long, long way from being completely satisfied. “I’m so glad you enjoyed it that much, hearing me, and that you came like that. And I’m glad…” she gasped with pleasure, her body spasming as he found that spot…”ohhh, my god…and I’m glad you decided to join us. I love you being here and…mmm, oh, fuck, ohhh you’re going to make me come again, oh my god… and ohhh, god, I love you!”

I wasn’t entirely sure if that last was addressed to me or him, until she pulled me down to her. “Kiss me…kiss me while I come!” I did, and she did, her body flexing up to thrust herself against his probing tongue as she came, her own tongue desperately searching my mouth, our lips crushed together, her deep, guttural moans sladyed by my mouth on hers. It was oddly, intensely erotic, breathing her orgasm into my body as he brought her to a shattering climax, and my cock, which had never gone fully flaccid after my unexpected eruption outside the door, was again throbbing, impossibly hard.

Through it all Kori had been watching, touching, fondling, squeezing my balls, caressing her own nipples and Kristi’s, her own arousal at full simmer. Now she pulled at me, lying back on the bed alongside Kristi but with her head at the other end, and she pulled me over to her. “Now, Adam, I need you to pay attention to me now. God, I’m so horny!”

I didn’t need to be told twice, and eagerly began to explore her fiery little body with fingers, lips, and tongue. She was practically writhing with arousal, her need evident, her nipples hard and jutting, her hips moving as though I was already inside of her. My semen on her had gone from thick and white to more clear and watery in the minutes since I’d cum, and had trickled down onto her stomach and groin, one small rivulet forming droplets in the small patch of trimmed pubic hairs that she keeps in place on her mound. I lapped up what I could, holding it in my mouth long enough to lean across and lock lips with Kristi and transfer it to her. She was surprised at first, not expecting it, but when she realized what I was doing she eagerly sucked it from my lips and tongue.

Not wanting Kori to feel neglected, I soon broke it off and focused all of my attention back on her. I touched and teased with my tongue, lightly grazing her hard, pink little love button as I moved from kissing the inside of one thigh across to the other, back and forth, just barely touching her clit or swollen pussy lips in passing until she was whimpering for more, for release, her hips grinding wantonly and her breath coming in shuddering gasps. I was enjoying myself immensely - which is perhaps a little perverse, as I seemed to be torturing her - but when she finally grabbed my hair in desperation and pulled my face to her wet, aroused sex I went willingly, burying my face in her heat and sucking her erect clit between my lips, flicking it with my tongue.

She came quickly, and hard, bucking and shuddering, crying out and cursing me. Since I knew that her cursing was just a heat-of-the-moment type of thing, a sign that she was enjoying it, it didn’t bother me; it actually made me chuckle, just a little, to hear her swearing at me and using obscenities that she almost never uses in normal conversation. In the heat of passion, Kori is apparently a very different permister than she is in normal day-to-day life!

As her orgasmic tremors slowly subsided I brought my pace down to gentle, slow laps of my tongue on her sex, not focused on her hyper-sensitive clit but instead on her opening and on her swollen pink lips, and as the aftershocks rocking through her began to slow she tugged at me, pulling me upwards and on top of her. “In! In, I need you in me, now! God, I want you in me!”

I wanted me in her too, desperately, and as I guided my hardness to her ready opening her hips were pushing forward eagerly to receive me, gyrating, challenging me to hit a moving target. I succeeded in doing so – first try – and as I entered her slick sex she gasped, thrusting up to meet me even as I cautioned myself to be careful, to not thrust too deeply, aware of the fact that Kori is a little smaller inside and cannot accommodate all of me. As much as I longed to bury myself to the hilt in her tight, silken grip, I very much wanted to avoid causing her any pain or discomfort.

She quickly reassured me that all was well, non-verbally, groaning in pure pleasure as I moved into her, feeling the gentle resistance of bottoming out inside of her while I still had a few inches to spare. She was tight and hot, slick and needy, and she rotated her lower body in a way that moved her against me and me inside of her, squeezing the sensitive head of my penis, rubbing and clutching at my cock in an incredibly erotic display of her mastery over her body and her s*******s as a lover. Had I not just come all over her in the hall a few minutes earlier, I believe that little trick just might have done me in! It was my turn to gasp and shudder.

Stormy,
So good to have you back and this section shows how much we have missed you. Hot, steamy, erotic and also full of those little touches that show the love between Adam and Kristi even when they are actively with other people. That you make it seem so effortless and natural is but a sign of the talent we have sorely missed. Thanks.

Storny,
What great characters you have created. I am still jealous of Adam and his obvious life s*******s. I cannot imagine what you rewrote in this outstanding segment. Its great to have you back and will anxiously but patiently await your next addition.
A big thank you for writing!
JJ.

Storm

There are segments that just seem to be more difficult to write. When they are completed those same difficult segments also seem to often end up among the best. This last segment was an excellent example.

Thank you

GH

The master of hot erotica struck again.

What a fantastic segment. Well worth waiting for. Thank you Stormy for making my day

Stormy,

Nice to see you back, hope you had a nice Christmas and New Years.

I was afraid I wasn't going to like this part of the story, but it seems that with Adam having Kori to play with, it's taken a much nicer turn for me. Anyway, as usual, I'm enjoying the hell out of your writing, thank you.

TrF2

time for a bump

back up to the top

WOW.... GO BIG RED ! have to say I love my HUSKERS

Thanks y'all! I appreciate the comments - and you're welcome (that's for the thank-yous). As I said, that was a hard section to write. For reamisters unknown, so was this. I used to find the sex scenes pretty easy to write, and never truly understood why GH always said he struggled with them. Now, as it has seemingly become much more difficult, I'm starting to understand. And sympathize!

Anyhow, it took longer than I'd planned or expected, and I apologize. Trf2, I probably ventured a bit into your discomfort zone. Hope that doesn't ruin it for you!

lick buddy - Nebraska? Really? As a former Colorado fan (before their program sank into scandal and mediocrity and bolted for the Pac-10) I should probably ban you from reading this story. Of course, now you guys are Big-10 and challenging my other favorite team. Go Badgers! Boo Huskers! (although Dr. Tom was a truly class act!)
BTW, is there any truth to the rumor that the "N" on the Husker helmets stands for "knowledge"? Actually I love Neb-land, especially the western part with Lake McConaughy, the Sandhills region, and the Platte River valley. And, of course, Cabela's. Pretty country!

Anyhow, enjoy, y'all!
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Kori and I enjoyed each other thoroughly for a short time, during which she came again, hard and demanding, and we were completely involved, almost unaware of Pops and Kristi – and what he was doing to her – just a foot or so away. Almost. When he rose up from where he kneeled between her legs and loomed over her I instantly became entirely aware of him, almost too much so, as I looked to my left and saw his cock, once again enormously hard and ready, poised above her. It was instantly apparent that what he had been doing had left him very much aroused, reinvigorated, and fully engorged; it was no surprise to me, as when I go down on Kristi and taste her, feel her slippery wetness on my tongue, and breathe her erotic scent and listen to her response, it has exactly the same effect on me. I’ve spent many a happy hour hard and throbbing with arousal, my head between her thighs as I’ve brought her to countless orgasms with my lips and tongue! I think most guys find performing oral sex on a very aroused, sexy, and appreciative woman to be an intensely erotic experience; I do, and clearly Pops did as well!

As he poised himself above her, blocking out the light like a total eclipse of the sun, she reached down and grasped his enormous black cock and pulled him closer, guiding him to her ready sex, pulling her legs even farther apart and back to open herself to him. She brought him to her opening, holding him ready, and when he pushed forward and the big plum-sized head of his cock entered her slick tunnel I heard her gasp of surprise, and as he slowly pushed into her I watched her stomach flatten and harden with tension, the sensation of his huge hardness invading her body, her abdominal muscles hard ridges.

He groaned as he felt her close around him, slick and hot. “God…so tight!”

Kristi gasped out a short laugh. “God…so huge!”

He began to move, thrusting into her as she moaned and moved to meet him, gradually working more and more of his thick shaft into her body. She wrapped those long, incredible legs around his waist and pulled herself up, impaling herself more deeply on him as her fine little ass and lower back rose completely off the bed, riding his movements. Her breath caught in uncontrollable shudders, she gasped “Oh my god, my god that’s big! Oh yes, fuck me!”

He worked into a slow rhythm, the classic, time-honored rhythm of a man and a woman making love, his hard manhood moving in and out of her as she gasped and shuddered at the feel of him deep inside. From my position I could occasionally get a glimpse of his thick, dark shaft, now glistening and slick with the juices of Kristi’s arousal, as he pulled part-way out before again plunging his cock back into her eager pussy. I’m ashamed to say that I became so engrossed in watching them that when Kori reached up and turned my head back toward her I was almost surprised! “Hey stud, not to intrude on your fun or anything, but I’m down here! Remember me?”

That was truly embarrassing, having the woman – and not just any woman, but one that I love and care very much about – remind me that I was in the act of making love to her, poised over her, my hard cock inside of her body! How could I have become so distracted so easily? “Uhh, yeah, K, sorry. I was just, you know… I didn’t mean to…”

“Ssshhh, it’s all right, I know. I understand – but hey, if you want to watch, let’s both watch! I did already come once, you know, and we can always finish up what we were doing later on, if you’d rather.”

Declining an opportunity to fuck Kori, a beautiful and very sexy woman in her own right, just to have a chance to watch my own fiancée get laid by another man (albeit a huge black guy with an enormous cock!) seemed just very…wrong, somehow. Just really, really wrong, twisted, fucked-up – but, deep inside, it was what I really wanted to do! Kori sensed my indecision. “Or you could just hurry up and come too, and then we could watch.”

I was aroused enough that I probably could have done that, just let go and willed myself to come quickly. I don’t think it would have been all that difficult – especially if Kori did that little twist, bump, and grind thing again – but I also didn’t want to rush through my chance to enjoy Kori, and, I hoped, for her to enjoy me. “You sure you wouldn’t mind? Maybe if we just sort of took a little break, kind of like intermission at the movies or something?”

She pushed me away, and I slid slowly out of her, causing both of us to gasp at the intense feeling of separation. “Unnnhhh, no Adam, that’s fine. Why don’t you go get us some sodas and popcorn, maybe some Junior Mints?”

I’d already turned to look at Kristi, but that made me do a double-take. “I…umm, what?”

“I’m kidding – you said intermission, like the movies…”

“Oh, yeah, of course. Ha-ha.”
Kori rolled over, out from under me, and rose to her knees alongside them, her thigh against Pops’ pumping hip. She ran her fingers down his back, right down the middle, tracing the line of his spine, her graceful, delicate hand small and pale against his broad back and ubroken blackness, and then brought her hand to her face, the tip of her tongue touching her fingertips. “Mmm, salty sex-sweat, the best kind! I hope you two don’t mind if we just sort of watch and play for awhile, so that we can enjoy what you’re doing.”

They both more or less just grunted assent; truth is, I don’t think they cared in the least what we did! Well, I take that back; when Kori slid her hand lower down, and then reached between his legs and seized his balls he groaned with pleasure, so he, at least, was not completely oblivious to us! He even went so far as to turn his head and look at her for a moment to give her a smile and voice his approval. “Mmm, yeah, that it, play with my balls. I love havin’ them balls played with while I’m fuckin’!”

Kori giggled. “My pleasure! We’re on intermission.”

He looked at her, and then at me, his eyes going for a moment to my still-very hard cock jutting skyward from my lower groin. I suppose he thought maybe I had finished too quickly and gone soft, but he could see that was not the case. “Intermission…uh…OK. Well, enjoy – but stay out from behind me with that thing, you make me nervous.”

I laughed. “You’re not really my type – and no, it’s not a racial thing.” He chuckled, a low, deep grumble, and refocused his attention on Kristi, where it belonged. There could be no doubt that she was thoroughly enjoying her first experience with a black man. She came hard as he thrust into her, and then again, using her legs around his hips to pull herself up onto him, driving his thick cock into her when she needed it most to complete her orgasm. She was very involved, doing all those things I recognize, being vocal, physical, undeniably intensely aroused, and, as always, multi-orgasmic.

I was glad that she was enjoying herself, really I was – and there could be no denying that she was thoroughly and completely enjoying herself! It was very arousing for me too, to see and hear her, and for Kori, I think, who continued to play with Pops’ heavy balls as they screwed. The thing is this; it wasn’t that I was unable to bring Kristi this kind of pleasure, because I had, on multiple occasions. I can’t say that she was any more involved or enthusiastic with him than she is with me, or that she came better, or that her orgasms were more frequent or more intense or anything like that, because that didn’t appear to be the case.

Nothing was “more” anything; the problem for me was that it seemed to be just as good. I suppose that I had always held onto the belief – naively, apparently - that I was the only one that could bring her to such heights. Not that I’d ever consciously thought of it that way, because I don’t think I had, but I guess I had just sub-consciously made the assumption that since we were so good together, that I was the only one that could really get her off this way! And yet here she was, his huge black cock driving relentlessly into her, and all of the same moans and cries and writhing in pleasure, the same total physical involvement, all of the same explosive, wild-abandon, eyes-rolling-back-in- the-head kinds of orgasms were plainly happening. It was not only an eye-opener for me; it was also a major blow to my ego. I didn’t much like that part.

For just the briefest of moments I had to wonder that if I could get her off like this, and he could obviously get her off like this, how many other guys had managed the same feat? It’s sort of a humbling experience, let me tell you!

Still, all that aside and despite my emotional turmoil, there was no denying that I was intensely physically aroused. My cock was rigid, achingly hard, and the butterflies of arousal in my belly were apparently engaged in some serious acrobatics. My heart was pounding, my mouth dry, and I realized that I was breathing fast and shallow. Trying to calm myself just a little, I took several deep breaths and moved so that I could stroke Kristi’s face and neck, fondle her breasts and tweak her hard nipples, and even stretch out and lift her head – which still hung back over the edge of the bed - up to kiss me. When she realized what I was doing, and where I was, she put one hand behind my head and held on, holding her lips to mine, while the other snaked down and found my cock, which she seized in a tight grip.

Still gripping my cock, holding on for dear life, she broke off the kiss. “God…this…feels…sooo… fucking… good!” Her words were coming out in short grunts and gasps between thrusts as I held her head up and felt her breath warm and moist on my face. He squeezed her eyes closed as she came, again, and when they opened we were inches apart, with Pops hovering above as he pounded her.

I looked into her eyes, which were smoky gray-green and wide with arousal and amazement. “You’re really enjoying this.”

It was a observation, not a question, but she answered anyway. “Ohh…yesss! Oh…my…god…yesss!” and she came again, bucking up to meet him. After that one she gasped and collapsed, momentarily spent, exhausted – but she didn’t release her grasp on my cock. One thing I’ve figured out about Kristi – and Kori too, for that matter – is that is there is an exposed cock within reach they are going to touch and fondle it. If that’s a character flaw, I have to admit that I find it to be an admirable one.

The fact that Kristi had collapsed into a limp, inert bundle beneath him did not stop Pops from continuing to fuck her. He did slow down, and seemed to be trying to be more gentle, but he didn’t stop. Once she had caught her breath she released me and indicated that she wanted him to pull back for a moment, pushing at him and wiggling away until he slid out of her, his thick cock still hard and glistening wetly with her body’s lubricating fluids. I thought maybe she’d had enough, which would have been out of character for her, and I think maybe he thought so too, until she turned over and rose up on all fours, presenting herself to him doggy-style. She does love to take it doggy-style, that’s a fact, and without saying a word she made that very apparent!

Grinning, he took his place behind her, easily as eager to continue as she was. Then again, Kristi, ass-up and ready, her cute little behind wiggling and her wet pussy winking at you, was something no straight man could possibly resist; it’s my belief that it might even make instant converts out of some gay men. Yes, it really is that special!

He snugged up behind her, momentarily laying his cock over her back, his heavy scrotum nestled up to her wet sex as he rubbed himself in the crease of her ass. Kori and I just watched, both of us more than a little shocked, I think, at the way his cock looked so hugely long and thick and dark against her soft tan skin, narrow waist, and tight little butt. It looked as though, if he tried to put it inside of her, he might split her in two – but then he took his cock in hand and guided it into her, slowly sliding it deep inside, and she didn’t split after all!

What she did do was make a sound that was half-groan and half-whimper, and then collapse, her arms folding as she went face-down into the pillow, leaving her ass and her pussy thrust up into the air where he had her fully impaled. I heard a muffled “Oh my god, yes, fuck meee!”, and Pops gripped her hips in his huge hands, his fingers almost reaching around her, and began to do just that, rhythmically driving himself into her tight, wet heat, making wet slapping noises as he slammed into her. I saw, to my utter amazement, that he was driving his obscenely huge cock into her all the way to the hilt! On an impulse I reached under her, sliding my hand down her taut stomach to her smooth mound and finding the hard little bud of her clitoris with my fingers. When I touched it her body spasmed slightly, and when I began to finger and diddle it she cried out – which I took as a sign that I was doing something right!

Pops’ heavy, sagging scrotum slapped against the back of my hand with each thrust, his huge balls bouncing off my knuckles; it was a little weird, at first, but since Kristi was so thoroughly and obviously enjoying what we were doing to her neither of us allowed it to be a distraction. Her movements to meet his thrusts were causing the tip of my erect cock to rub across her side and her ribs at mid-back, which felt very good, and looking down I could see that I was leaving wet, slippery snail-tracks of pre-cum on her skin. Not one to allow herself to become an afterthought, Kori sidled up to Pops where he kneeled behind Kristi, slipping one hand behind him and under his ass to reach in where she could fondle his balls, and letting the other slide between his belly and Kristi’s ass so that she could touch his thick shaft as it rode in and out of Kristi’s pussy. She had strategically positioned herself where his movements caused him to rub against her nipples, which were impressively erect and jutting, bright-pink with arousal.

Kristi came – a couple of times, at least – and I think Kori might have too, judging by her flushed face, neck, and chest, and her fast, heavy breathing. Pops was grunting with effort, clearly approaching his own climax, and I was actively oozing copious amounts of clear man-drippings onto Kristi’s smooth, tan skin, intensely, rigidly aroused. My sack – my whole groin - ached with arousal, and I became aware of the fact that Kori was pushing Pops’ balls against the back of my hand, of the heat and slick sweat of his massive ballsack and the feel of his firm egg-sized testicles, and I knew she was doing it half on purpose, testing me as she fondled him. I ignored her and continued to play with Kristi’s hard clit, my other hand going under her to find her right breast, her nipple every bit as hard as Kori’s appeared to be.

Pops soon gasped, and then grunted out that he was coming; he thrust deeply into Kristi, and as he began to empty himself inside of her Kori seized my hand and held my fingers to the underside of his thick, hard shaft. As a result, I felt every spasm, every spurt of thick white jizz passing through it and into her. His cock jumped and flexed, again and again, and the muscle spasms as he pumped into her were long and powerful and they seemed to go on and on. I know that each spasm did not represent another massive spurt of semen, that some of them – especially after the first few - were likely small dribbles or even dry pumps as his sperm supply and flow were exhausted, but in my mind each was a fountain of thick white cum, spurting and spraying deep in her pussy. I was sure that he was flooding her, filling her, overflowing her with his semen.

Kristi came yet again, one last time, as he emptied himself into her. She does that; she’s done it with me on any number of occasions, and when I asked her about it she explained that while she can’t actually feel the semen spurting out of me that yes, she can feel the throbbing spasms of my pumping cock as I cum inside of her, that it seems to be more intense if her lover has a large cock, and that it is something that very often pushes her to climax. She thinks it’s a psychological reaction as much a physical one, but she takes a great deal of pleasure from it in any event.

As the earthquake of their simultaneous orgasms subsided for each of them, I eventually became aware of the fact that I was still pressing my index and middle fingertips to his cock, which was no longer pumping and flexing but which remained mostly buried inside of her. The thing is, Kori was no longer holding my hand there, and with the position of my hand I was almost cupping his just-emptied balls in my other fingers. I quickly – and self-consciously – pulled my hand away, and when I did Kristi collapsed flat out, face-down on the bed, and he collapsed on top of her, satiated, groaning with exhaustion. I could see that he was still supporting most of his weight on his knees and elbows to avoid crushing or sladying her, but still he dwarfed her, engulfed her, completely overpowered her slim, lithe form. He looked over-poweringly huge, intimidating and dominant there, on top of her, and yet I reminded myself that it was she that had demanded all he had to give and left him limp and gasping, sweat-soaked and spent. And yet still, I knew, massively inside of her!

Kori and I looked at each other over their limp forms, both of us somewhat stunned, I think, by the intensity of what we’d just witnessed – and, to a lesser extent, participated in. One thing I noticed; while K did not have the rigid ten-inch arousal-proclaiming fleshy signpost jutting skyward from her lower belly that I had, it was almost painfully obvious that she was every bit as massively turned on as me!

Storm

Well worth the wait. Now I'm curious to see if Kristi and Pops will watch adam fuck Kori. If they do, will they want pop corn and Junior Mints.

Thanks for writing

GH

WOW,

really great segment and like GH said well worth the wait. Thank you for continuing the story when ever time allows.

WTF?! reading porn on the internet is not supposed to bring tears;) The sisters angle was inspired.

As I am new here I have had the joy of reading Adam straight through over the past several days. Now I guess I will just have to wait to be spoon-fed like everyone else. Storm this story is just flat awesome. I noticed at one point that with new characters and new situations at every turn, this will be a difficult story to tie together with a bow and say "the end - it's done". Then I realized I don't want it to end. I am sure many of us have felt the sadness when we finish a really good book, because it's over, and I can see that happening here.

I did feel like throwing Misty overboard when it looked like she was going to leave Adam high and dry . . then she redeems herself in amazing fashion by bringing in Tiff. The only character I ever did not like was pops. When first introduced, he seemed like a stereotype cut-out, almost a cartoon character. I was wrong again . .

The only way the boat could seem more like heaven is if you could figure a way to get Hannah and whats-his-name on it . .

GH and Timmy, thanks for the comments, and I'm glad you enjoyed the post. Just so you know, I'm not ignoring you or your stories, I'm just not really reading anything right now. Too tired to enjoy it, I'm afraid. What spare time I've had I've been using to write - or relax, but I sort of sense that something has to give soon, maybe even today. My boss and I have not been seeing eye to eye lately, so it might just be time to move on and put the 2:00 and 3:00 a.m. phone calls behind me. I hate that I'm missing out on so many stories here; there are some new writers that I'd love to read, along with my favorites. Oh well, guess I need to find a way to stop and smell the roses once in awhile. My problem. Take care, my friends.

peaches, thanks. I enoyed your PM, and am glad you've enjoyed the story thus far. I admire your tenacity in reading it straight through; you're a better man than I, even if you're a woman! I've had a lot of fun with it, but it was definitely more fun back when I had a decent job and had more time on my hands. It's been harder lately, but it's still my "hobby" which allows me to relax and blow off some steam. Keeps me sane, I guess, although some might differ.

Anyhow, here's another short post, part of a much longer segment that I decided to split in half. I plan to put the finishing touches on the remainder and post it soon, perhaps today or tomorrow. Again, thanks to all for reading, and for commenting when you feel moved to do so.
storm
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Pops remained on top of and inside of Kristi for only a brief time, maybe thirty seconds or so, before lifting himself off of her with a groan of exhaustion and flopping down on the bed alongside of her, crowding Kori out of the way. As the bed bounced with the impact of his weight dropping onto it, Kori clambered across their legs and joined me on the other side of the seemingly-comatose Kristi, running her fingers down my back and then between my legs to seize my balls. “Looks like you enjoyed that, stud – or at least it does if hardness and volume of seepage are any indication!”

Emphasizing her point, she used the fingers of her other hand to gather up the clear ooze from the tip of my cock and spread it over the swollen head, causing me to gasp at the intensity of the sensations that created! It would not have taken very much of that at all to have me launching my second load of the evening all over her – which she must have sensed, because she relented and moved her fingers down to a less sensitive part of my cock, stroking me lightly, still squeezing and massaging my aching balls.

Stretching up to get her lips closer to my ear, she began to speak in a low, near-whisper. “Look how huge his cock is still, even after he came!”

I had snuck a couple of surreptitious glances at him already, self-conscious about staring; it’s one of those things you do even in situations such as locker rooms and such, quick glances to check out what the other guy is packing. I know I’ve been the recipient of enough of those inspections myself, but you try not to notice because it will just embarrass both of you. Sort of like a car wreck, I guess; you know you shouldn’t want to look, but you just can’t help yourself – and normally you try to make it a subtle as possible - but with Kori’s instructions I let myself look again, longer and more closely. She was right; his dark cock, perhaps half-flaccid, was still hugely thick and long, although the head of it was partly covered now by his foreskin. I grunted back, in the same low tones. “Uh-huh.”

She giggled softly. “Very eloquent! Look how much cum he has smeared all over that big thing, all wet and sexy from fucking. Isn’t it beautiful?”

I wasn’t prepared to call another man’s cock beautiful, mostly because I didn’t really think of it that way. “Well…impressive, anyway.”

She laughed again; I was ever so happy that she was finding me so amusing! “I bet he came gallons inside of her - look, you can see it leaking out, and look at that big smear of creamy cum where he dragged that big thing across her ass!”

She was right; in pulling out of her, his cock had dragged across Kristi’s ass, and had left a broad, milky-white streak of semen right through the shallow crease where her ass and thigh met. In addition, there was a thick, white bubble of cum beginning to ooze out of her very well-used pussy. I had already noticed it, but now I stared, wondering if maybe my initial impressions of him flooding her body with all those spurts and spasms might have been more accurate than I knew, because her cup most definitely runneth over! Again, I grunted “uh-huh.”

She giggled again. “I hate it when you get so chatty! So big guy, are you ready to pay attention to me now?”

With some effort I tore my eyes away from Kristi and Pops and looked at her. “Uhh, what? I mean, yeah, sure…absolutely!”

“You’re a terrible liar, you know that? You’re only interested in Kristi right now, that’s painfully obvious.”

“Oh c’mon K, that’s not…” I started to object, but she cut me off.

“It’s OK Adam. As a matter of fact, that’s the way it should be, and I’m happy – really - that you two are back together and so totally into each other, it’s great. So go ahead, be with her now.” She paused, and then stretched up to kiss me gently on the lips, lingering, and her lips soft and moist. “You can owe me what I’m missing out on now – and you can be sure I will be there to collect; remember, I'm always horny and I know where you live!”

Using her usual s*******s she had nailed it, of course. I really did want some time with Kristi, although I’m sure getting into doing the deed with Kori would have soon distracted me. With my arm around her I slid my hand down her back and squeezed her soft little butt. “You’re an amazing lady, you know that? Oh, and I may be a terrible liar, but you’re terrible at making threats; you showing up to collect doesn’t really sound all that ominous, if that’s what you were going for. And thanks K, for being so good to me - and you can collect anytime.”

“Oh, not to worry, I will!” She released her grip on my genitalia – somewhat reluctantly, it seemed to me – and walked around the bed to the side where Pops had collapsed, eyes closed, still breathing somewhat heavily. Leaning over him she seized his cock, still wet, sticky, and well-swollen with lingering post-arousal, although now mostly limp. I was beginning to get the impression that Kori felt lost without a cock in her hands. She flopped it back and forth, letting it slap wetly from one of his thighs to the other. “Come on old man, let’s leave the lovebirds alone for awhile. I think you’ve done all the damage you can do here for now, if this dead soldier is any indication.”

He groaned, but struggled to sit up. “Unnhhh, I’m not sure I can – I don’t think my legs will support me, they feel as limp as my dick.”

Kori laughed. “Then they definitely won’t support you – but come on anyway, you can lean on me.”

That was an image - a diminutive pixie like Kori supporting his massive bulk! It seemed unlikely at best, but she managed to pull, push, and goad him to his feet, mostly by leading with a firm grip on his manhood. He reached for his shorts and made as if to put them on, but Kori tugged at him. “If you do that I’ll just have to take them off of you again. Come on now, let’s go – your little cowgirl friend probably has my Ronnie lassoed to a chair by now and is making him suck Trell’s cock.”

Pops laughed. “I don’t think Tiffany would ever think to do something like that!”

Kori pretended to slap her head, as if she’d just realized what she’d said. “Oh, of course! That’s me I was thinking of, not her! Silly me! Well, hurry up anyway, just in case – ‘cause if she did, I’d sure hate to miss it. Maybe I can even manage to breathe some life back into this guy.” She waved his flaccid cock around again.

Pops deep chuckle rumred again. “Doubt it. You are one crazy lady; I admire that in a woman.” He leaned over Kristi as he bent to kiss her cheek, first brushing her mussed-up hair out of her face. “Hey beautiful, that was incredible. Let’s do it again sometime.”

Kristi barely stirred, then groaned, but eventually answered him, her voice low, tired, sultry. “It was truly incredible - amazing; and yes, we’ll have to have a repeat performance – someday, but not today. God, I am totally fucked out!”

That’s something I’ve rarely heard Kristi say, that she had finally had enough sex! Occasionally, but not often; usually it’s me that tuckers out first. Pops had turned and gathered up his clothes, which he handed to Kori. She took them when he held them out to her, although it seemed to be an automatic reaction and she appeared a bit puzzled about why she was carrying his clothes – until he scooped her up in his arms. “There we go, that’s better. I carried one in, so I’ll sort of feel like I’ve forgotten something if I don’t carry one back out again.”

Kori laughed with delight as he hoisted her in his arms. I think that she – and Kristi too, for that matter – enjoyed his little display of muscle and machismo, the way he lifted them so easily. He was just showing off, and they knew that, but still they enjoyed it. More importantly, he knew that they knew, and that still they got a certain thrill out of it. That’s why he did it! Kori nuzzled his neck “I thought your legs would barely support you, but now you’re going to carry me? How did that happen?”

“I’m getting my second wind now, so hush up and enjoy the ride.”

Not one to be so easily put-off, Kori reached down and found his big, limp cock and seized it, lifting it while waving it back and forth. “There’s another ride I’d enjoy more, but it doesn’t feel like this part is getting its second wind!”

He groaned. ”Uunnngh, no, that may take a little longer. Your friend wore me down to a nub.”

Kori snorted. “That’s one major nub! Well OK, I’ve got the tiller; full speed ahead while I steer.”

Pops laughed. “Shit, more nautical crap – and I thought my Navy days were behind me. Well OK…I mean aye-aye, captain!” He managed to somehow sidle sideways through the doorway, maneuvering himself and Kori through without banging her head, elbows, or feet against the door frame while she retained her grip on his cock. Maybe she really was steering! Either way it was an impressive display, and it reminded me again of the grace with which he’s able to move his large frame. He even managed to use one foot to pull the door shut behind them!

Storm,

great segment. Looking forward to the next part.

Sorry to hear about your job issues. It really sucks when life interferes with our fun.

Take care. I'm rooting for you.

Thanks Timmy - here's the rest of that segment I promised!
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I sat next to Kristi’s supine form, lightly tracing the sleek lines of the muscles in her lower back with my fingertips. “They’re gone.”

“Mmm, good. Nap time.” Her face was turned away from me, but at least her voice was no longer muffled in her pillow, so I could hear her easily – and I didn’t like the sound of that!

“Um, one of us is still really, really horny.” My stiff cock was clear evidence as to which one of us I referred. I was actually starting to worry about that whole “4-hour erection” paradigm.

“And one of us may never be horny again.”

“Seriously?”

She laughed. “No, of course not. Right now though, I don’t think you could get me off with a jackhammer.”

“No, I’m sure the noise would be a distraction. In any event, I don’t have one, so we can’t test your theory.”

The only response that got was a tired “Mmmm.”

“Babe, it sure would be nice if you stayed awake for just a little while. I mean, you know…” I trailed off, not really willing to seem like I was begging for sex – although I was absolutely ready to! I lay down next to her, on my side so that my erection rested against the back of her thigh, right in that crease below her ass. I could feel the slippery wetness of her arousal and his semen, and I moved my hips, sliding my cock against her, in that slick, to draw her attention back to my situation. I probably could have come that way fairly easily, given the extreme state of both my arousal and my frustration, but I really didn’t want to.

After several seconds of that she finally responded to me. “I’m awake, I’m just totally fucked-out for now. God that was good!”

It was my turn to hesitate, to think about what she’d just said and to wonder if just maybe we’d gone too far, doubts entering my mind… Finally I had to say something. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I know it seemed like you really did. So it was that good, huh? I mean, you know, really good?”

She turned her head so that she was facing me, and her eyes searched my face for several seconds. No matter what else might be running through my mind, I can never not notice how incredibly sexy and gorgeous she looks, and this moment was no exception. Her hair was totally mussed, several wavy golden strands running directly across her face so that she was looking through them. Her eyes, though tired-looking, still held that residual sexual smokiness and her lips were puffy and moist; her skin was slightly flushed and had just the lightest sheen of perspiration from her earlier exertions. It was all so intensely post-coital female-sexy that it was almost painful. She looked so damned hot, but her face was serious; calm, but serious. “Are you really trying to ask me if he was better than you? Is that where you’re going; is that what you want to know?”

I only had to think about it for a moment to realize that’s exactly what I wanted to know; actually, what I wanted to know was that he wasn’t. “Umm, no I don’t think so.“ I paused. “Well, I don’t know. I guess, yeah, maybe; so was he?” Even to me I sounded like I was getting defensive.

“Do you think that just because he has such a big cock he’s automatically going to be better than you?”

“I have a big cock too!” If I thought I’d sounded defensive before, I hadn’t heard nothin’ yet! That retort sounded positively youngish, and I immediately regretted saying it.

To worsen matters, she actually laughed! “Yes you do – but not as big as his! Until today you were the biggest I’d ever had – but then, you already knew that. Adam, I’m not a size queen. I mean, big cocks are fun, and a definite turn-on, and there are some, uhh, physical advantages, but it’s not what makes or breaks the experience.”

“No, I know – but that doesn’t really answer the question does it?”

“The question being was he better in bed than you.” It was a blank statement, a reiteration of where things stood. She looked at me, her eyes serious, and didn’t answer for several agonizing seconds. When she did speak, it was to pose a question to me. “Do you want the truth, or do you want me to sugar-coat it?”

That was not quite what I’d been hoping to hear, and I didn’t much like the sound of it. “Um…truth, I suppose. It sounds like I’m not going to like it.”

She laughed. “Oh, I don’t know. OK, here goes; no, Adam, he was not better in bed than you. As far as the sex goes though – just the sex, not the whole experience – I’d have to say he was just as good as you though – but different.”

I digested that for a moment. “OK, what exactly does that mean?”

“You were here Adam; you saw and heard how I came, how hard and how many times. You know how much I love sex, and you could tell that it was really, really good for me. Would you have believed me if I told you he wasn’t any good?”

“No, I suppose not. Thanks for being honest – I think.” I mulled that over for a few seconds. “So you liked it, I guess that’s good anyhow.”

“What’s not to like? A big, friendly, sexy, lovable guy that’s hung like a horse that wants to have as much fun as possible with me for a little while, a chance to play a little and enjoy each other – that’s all good stuff, right?”

I shrugged. “I suppose. You really think he’s sexy?”

“Oh, absolutely! He’s so cute.”

I snorted. “Massive, yes; cute, no. I mean, I really like him, and he’s smart and fun and has a great sense of humor, but I can’t imagine any woman thinking of him as sexy. He’s not especially great looking, and he’s so dang big and you know…bulky, and gruff and all that – I mean, I know you like what he has in his pants, but sexy and cute? Really?”

She laughed again. “That’s the stuff that makes him so sexy! He’s a great big old lovable teddy bear that acts so gruff sometimes, but he’s funny, and gentle, and very intelligent and quick-witted – and yeah, totally, gloriously hung. Mmm, and seriously big balls. That’s all good stuff, sexy stuff. He’s a great lay.”

I had to smile at her enthusiasm – and I knew she liked large testicles, for some odd reamister. “Good to know; I’ll bear that in mind. Could you fall for a guy like that?”

“I fell on the bed with my legs in the air for him already, if that’s what you mean.”

“You know it’s not.”

She smiled. “I know. Let’s see, could I ever fall for a cute, smart, sexy, funny, well-hung guy like that? Yeah, probably – if I’d never met you. Now nobody else is Adam-enough for me. And nobody ever will be again, darn you, which is why I was so totally destroyed when I realized what I’d screwed up.”

She made my chest hurt. My voice sounded husky when I replied. “You didn’t screw it up.”

“Not for lack of trying, you have to admit that!”

“Well…maybe – but I kind of went a little berserk too. Besides, as you now know, I’m hardly a saint myself. We both did some things, said some things…”

She looked into my eyes and smiled softly. “Well, that’s true. The whole sex thing though, who’s better and all that; the thing is, with you it’s just…more, somehow. More satisfying, more emotional, just…” she hesitated again, searching for the right words. “It’s deeper, more meaningful.” She shook her head in frustration. “I’m screwing this up, I’m not saying it right; maybe a guy can’t really understand this, but with you I know how much I’m loved, and that makes everything – and especially the sex - so much better! And I could have messed that all up, just because I lied to you.”

She looked at me, waiting, and oddly I did sort of understand it. I’d never before felt the kind of connection I did with her either, and she did make my life so much better in so many ways. “I think I do understand. I feel the same – and maybe we needed that trial. Well, we survived it, and you didn’t mess it all up – and anyhow, that’s all behind us now, right?”

She closed her eyes for a moment, as if lost in remembering, and when she reopened them they were soft and liquid. “I think it will always be with us, at least a little bit. But I also think we can live with that.”

She was right, of course. And, as things had turned out, when she’d cuckolded me maybe it was because she had recognized something in me that I had never recognized in myself. I could admit that now. We laid there for a few moments, our faces inches apart, just enjoying looking at each other, touching, and being together. She seemed to become aware of my cock laying against the back of her thigh for the first time, still amazingly hard and aching for release, and her hand snaked down and closed around me. As had happened so often since that fateful night – hell, including that fateful night – my telltale penis gave away my true feelings about her sexual appetites.

She squeezed me. “You’re really hard.”

“Thanks. I’m painfully aware of that.” She started softly rubbing her fingers along my shaft, holding me in the crease of her thigh and butt as my hips started to move, sliding my cock against her cum-slick skin. I knew it wouldn’t take very long for me to add my own load to the cum already on and in her.

She grinned. “Poor baby! Would you like a blowjob?”

“No.”

She seemed surprised. “You, turning down a blowjob? Satan must be climbing over snowdrifts!”

“You’re so funny…or not.” I ran my fingers slowly down her spine to the crack of her ass, which I explored gently until I came to her tight little anus, which was slick with semen and pussy juices. I tickled it a bit, stroking lightly over her tight pucker in the greasy slick, and was gratified to hear her suck in her breath as I pushed just the very tip of my pinkie into her.

She clamped it tightly. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, you know – just playing.”

“Well don’t! I can’t come again, I’m all done.”

“Are you sure?” I pushed my finger in just a bit farther and wiggled it, eliciting a surprised gasp.

“Adam! Stop! And if that’s what you want, just forget it – I can’t take that big thing of yours back there, you know that.”

“No, I know. Hey, that’s what Tiff was going to do, screw Trell while she took Ronnie in the back door.”

“Well, that makes more sense with Ronnie’s dinky cock – it’s about the size of your finger, I could do that! Maybe even Trell, but not you – or, heaven forbid, Pops!” She shuddered at the thought, which was an interesting sensation with my finger clamped in her anus.

“You’d take Trell up the ass? He’s pretty fair-sized.”

“I said maybe I could, not that I would.” She giggled. “I felt your cock jump and get harder; do you like that idea?”

“I don’t know, I never considered it. Maybe it would be fun.”

“How about him in the back and you in my pussy?” She laughed. “Oh, you really jumped that time! Can’t hide your thoughts while I’ve got your cock in my hands. You love the idea, don’t you?”

“Mmmm, maybe. Some other time.” Truth was, it was making my heart pound even harder. “Not now though. I have other ideas for right now.”

“What kind of ideas?”

“Sexual ones – the kind that just involve you and me. Here, I’ll show you.” I slid my finger very slowly out of her ass, enjoying the way she tensed at the last and squeezed me out as well as her soft gasp. Freed from her tight grasp, my fingers wandered lower, into the gloriously slippery, cummy mess that was her used pussy. She was slathered in cum, her swollen pussy folds hot and slick, my hand slipping easily between her cum-slickened thighs. I pushed two fingers into the pool of semen in her pussy and felt some well out around them, then spread that too over her hot, slippery pussy lips.

She squirmed, moaning slightly even as she raised her ass just a bit to ease my access. “Mmm, that feels good, but I won’t be able to come. I’m done, I really am. No more orgasms for me, not now, so don’t be disappointed, OK?”

“No, you had your share, I don’t care if you come or not; I was really thinking about one for me. One really good one.”

She laughed. “Listen to you! You just want to use me, you don’t even care if I enjoy it!”

“Nope – plus, there’s no way I’ll last long enough to get you off, so I’m just acknowledging the obvious; honesty, right? I’m just hoping I can last long enough to get it inside of you!” That was no exaggeration, as my cock was leaking a copious stream of pre-cum in preparation for the main event – so much so that she actually had a small puddle of clear, slick liquid added to the semen already on her bottom. I was starting to wonder if maybe this whole powerful orgasm I knew was inside of me wasn’t going to just leak out that way over the coming minutes, trickling away a little at a time!

She laughed again. “Oh, is my poor baby so turned on that he’s going to shoot off his little spurties in mid-air before he can even get it in me, like some nerdy little school boy? The idea of my sloppy, cum-filled little used pussy makes my baby so hot that he might just go off by accident, all over himself? You want to put your big hard cock in my messy pussy don’t you, where that big black man had his giant cock? You want to feel all that hot, gooey honey before you come, before you pump all your hot cum in me too, don’t you?” Her teasing and dirty talk was sending electricity through my veins, and she laughed again as she felt my cock throb in her hand. “It feels to me like you better hurry, or it will be too late!”

“What’s with all the teasing? You want me to just come all over you? It wouldn’t take much.” I slapped her ass with a resounding pop!

She jumped. “Hey! What was that for?”

“For being such a cock-tease.”

“I’m not a tease; I’m here for the taking. All you have to do is stick it in before you go all Vesuvius. If your cock is any indication, that would be now, before it’s all over.”

Deciding she was right, I quickly rose to my knees and straddled her. Her legs were straight, long and beautiful, but tightly together; not a problem, as I leaned over her and used my hand to push my erect cock down to an angle that lined up with that slippery little triangle where her legs, ass, and pussy all came together in one gloriously exciting little mess. I moved forward and felt myself enter her easily, an incredibly slick and sensuous sensation that made me groan and almost made me launch all boats!

Shuddering as I fought for self-control, I slid deeply into her, astounded by the ease with which I did so. She was wet and slippery as hell inside of course, but she was also loose, stretched, or at least relaxed, which her pussy never is when I am in her! The sensation of her heat and wetness, the slippery wonderfulness of her little tunnel – and of course, the past hour of non-stop arousal and the knowledge of exactly why she felt so loose had me teetering on the edge, and I held very still to avoid losing it. I was going to come quickly in any event, but to do it in a single thrust would be a bit humiliating!

She wiggled her butt, and I gasped. “Stop it!” I squeezed my eyes closed and held very still.

She laughed. “Are you OK?”

“I’m fine…I - I just need a second.”

“I’m pretty loose and slippery, huh?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You sound a little fetishd up. Are you sure you’re OK?”

“I’m fine!” She was right; my voice sounded a bit strained.

“But you don’t want me to do this?” She wiggled her butt against me.

“God! Stop for a second, OK?”

She laughed again. “OK, I won’t do that anymore. How about if I do this instead?” She swiveled her hips, rotating her ass in a tight little circle that moved me within her and ground my aching balls against the back of her slippery thighs. My breath came out of me in a sudden rush and I bit down hard on my lower lip.

“Oh, fuck, you’re *******ing me! Can’t you hold still for just a second or two? Please?”

She laughed once more. She seemed to be enjoying my torment far too much! “It’s all right if you come, baby – you don’t have to try to hold out on my account. Like I told you, I’m not going to come any more now no matter what you do.”

I caught my breath. She’d held still for almost ten seconds, and I was starting to think maybe the wave had subsided for the moment. “I’d just like to last a little longer is all – I don’t want to be a one-thrust wonder, a one-pump chump.”

“Hmmm. Well, you could always pull it out and thrust in one more time before you come. Then you'd be a two-pump hump chump.”

“You’re so cute. You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

“Actually, yes, I am. You’re trying so hard to be a stud and show me how good you can fuck me – and usually that’s no problem for you – but I think we both know that it’s just not gonna happen right now.”

“Maybe – we’ll see.” I managed to take a deep, calming breath.

“It’s just a good thing for you that I’m so loose and slippery, or it would be over already.”

The reminder of her incredible loose slipperiness did nothing to reduce my sexual tension. “Uh-huh.”

“If my pussy was its usual tight little self you’d have lost it already. For example, if I did this…” she tensed her muscles and tightened up, and her pussy clamped down on my throbbing cock in its usual familiar, snug, and oh-so-wonderful way. “…and then I did this…” she rotated her hips as she’d done a moment ago, sliding herself against my rigid shaft – and suddenly it was all over but the shouting.

Well, OK – the shouting, the spurting, the pumping, the humping, the spraying, the spasming, the gasping and groaning, a bit of swearing, and every muscle in my body going rigid as I jammed myself deeply into her and came! I grabbed her ass cheeks in my two hands, my fingers digging into her flesh as I held her to me, almost as if afraid that the power of my ejaculation would send her flying. My back arched as I jammed myself into her, hilt-deep and trying for more, my balls crushed into the slick cummy crevice of her ass and thighs, and I came and came.

I think I called her names – I know I cursed her – and the first enormous, pent-up spurt of boiling cum was almost painful as I launched it from my body, as though I was shooting a golf ball, or even a tennis ball, fuzz and all, through my cock and into her amazing pussy. It was almost painful, but entirely incredible, a release of pent-up tension like I’d never felt before, and after that first blast it just kept coming, spasm after spasm until I knew I was dry, but I couldn’t stop. I know that the way my fingers were digging into her ass, my nails biting into her, had to be painful, but I didn’t care; I needed her jammed against me and taking all I had to give, and at that moment only that mattered.

To her immense credit, she didn’t complain. She simply pressed back against me and kept on rotating her hips, grinding me within her, milking me, and taking – no, demanding – all I had to give. She glanced back over her shoulder at me once, a sly grin on her face. “Yeah, I thought that would work.”

“Uunnnhhh, God! You’re evil!” I was fighting to catch my breath, my cock-spasms still going, but gradually lessening in intensity.

She laughed. “Yeah, but in a good way.”

“In a very good way! Oh my god, that was life-changing, mind-blowing. Pretty sure I used up my month’s allotment of cum.”

“Great! I was already pretty messy.”

“Tell me about it!” Suddenly boneless, I collapsed on top of her, shifting my body to one side enough that my weight was partly on my folded arms, but mostly on her ass, supported by her pelvis. At least I knew she’d be able to breathe while I worked up enough energy to reverse thrusters and climb off of her. I felt her pussy clamp and release on my still hard cock, and then again, and was pretty sure this must be a lot like heaven.
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Dang, missed the max post by that much! Guess I should have split it into 3 segments! Sorry 'bout that.

LOL, not a problem.

WOW that was HOT!!! Got me all "warm" on a cold nasty Saturday morning.

Absolutely outstanding, but then we've come to expect that.

Thank you

GH

time for a bump

Thanks guys! Always good to know I haven't worn everyone out yet. Another quick post before I run off to work - I'll try to stop back later.
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As I was trying to catch my breath she squirmed beneath me, pressing her ass up against my belly and laughing softly as her pussy squeezed my cock. “Well, that was fun – quick, but fun!”

“You didn’t come.” I always seem to have such a firm grasp of the obvious – which would be OK, except that I always feel compelled to announce that fact.

“No, but I told you I wouldn’t.” That soft laugh again. “Even if I was able to, it would have taken longer than that!”

“Sorry. I tried to hold back, but you wiggled – and squeezed.”

That brought a heartier chuckle. “Yes I did – entirely on purpose. Don’t feel bad baby, I knew I wasn’t going to come, but I still love the way it feels inside of me when you do. So hard and insistent, all that throbbing and pulsing – you still feel good in me even now, although you seem to be wilting a bit.”

“Mmm, I’m not surprised. You wore it out – again.”

“I’m sure I’ll be able to revive it later, aren’t you?”

“Well…yeah, maybe – much later.”

“Do you plan to leave it in me until then? Is that what we’re doing?”

“Not necessarily, although that doesn’t sound half-bad. I’m just too tired to move. Am I smashing you?”

“No, not at all, but we should probably be sociable and rejoin the group at some point.”

“Kori is busy playing with Pops’ big ol’ cock, so his attention will be otherwise occupied and I’m sure she’s happier than a pig in slop, and Tiff was going to get Ronnie and Trell to slap scrotums for her, so I’m sure nobody will miss us for awhile. Screw ‘em.”

She laughed. “You’re disgusting! I’m surprised you don’t want to go and watch.”

“What’s the point, with a broken dick. Believe it or not, I’m not very horny right now.”

“Oh, it’s not broken, you big baby! And anyhow, I’m sure I can kiss it and make it better – and get you horny.”

“Maybe – but later. Much later.” I began to slowly slide out of her, lifting myself off in order to roll aside. More than anything else at that moment I wanted a nap. She was liquid inside, molten heat and honey, and the sensation of sliding out of her pussy was almost painfully sweet.

She lifted her ass, rising with me, slowing my exit from her slick tunnel, and when I finally slid free and my softening cock plopped wetly onto the back of her thighs she gasped and collapsed back down onto the bed, flat on her belly. “Mmm, that felt so nice.”

“Even though you didn’t get off.”

“Stop obsessing, OK? I don’t have to have an orgasm for it to feel good, and that felt very good. I love having you in me.”

“Well, that feeling is certainly mutual, but still, it’s a little embarrassing to lose it quite that fast. Sort of like it’s over before it’s even started.”

She raised up on her elbows and looked down at me sprawled alongside of her. “Will you quit!? We’ve been together long enough for us to both know that it happens sometimes, like if you’re especially horny or I’ve been teasing you. Sometimes I can just barely touch you and pop goes the weasel; it’s fun, I actually kind of enjoy it – as long as it doesn’t happen all the time!”

“Oh, thanks! Now you’re going to give me performance anxiety.”

She giggled, and then pushed me so that I rolled from my side onto my back before laying her head on my chest, facing down toward my groin. She took my flaccid and slippery cock in her hand and began to gently stroke me. “I somehow doubt that! You’ve got a big bat and you know how to swing it – and, just as importantly, you know that you know how to swing it. That’s sexy - and besides, I come just as fast sometimes.”

“Well yeah, but duh – you just keep right on going!”

“Mmmm yes, I do, don’t I? Maybe we should teach you how to do that.”

“Not sure that’s a teachable thing. Pretty sure it’s not, actually.” She continued to fondle me, stroking my wet cock and squeezing my balls, using the combined fluids – my own, hers, and Pops’ – as a very sensuous lube to slide her fingers all over my more sensitive bits. The messiness didn’t seem to put her off at all, and far be it from me to object – it was actually feeling very nice!

She sighed theatrically. “You’re probably right; old dog - new tricks, as they say. Maybe I should start looking for a younger dog.”

“Hey!”

She giggled again. “Nah, it’d never work – when you’ve got the champion stud it’s time to stop looking.” She released my genitalia and brought her cum-slick hand up to my face, tracing my lips with two slippery, musky-smelling fingertips. It sent a small electric shock straight to my groin, of course, but it was going to take considerably more wattage to charge up that dead battery. I let her rub her fingers across my lips, and she softly traced them for several more seconds before pushing her cum-slick fingertip between them. I had my teeth clamped together, blocking any further invasion, but when I opened enough to stick the tip of my tongue out and lick her finger, she pushed two into my mouth, where I softly sucked at them.

She soon slid them back out, now wet mostly with my own saliva, and continued to gently trace my lips. “Do you know what else you could do for me that would feel really nice?”

I knew exactly where she was going, of course, but I feigned ignorance – something I’m able to do quite convincingly due to my vast experience with genuine ignorance; practice makes perfect. I bit at her fingers. “Mmm, no – but I bet you’ll tell me. “

“Oh c’mon…you know!” She ran her finger up and down across my lips suggestively before sliding it back into my mouth to tangle with my tongue.

“Uh-huh, I do, but I don’t know about right now…you’re probably pretty messy, you know.”

“Oh, I am – extremely so – but that’s partly your fault after all.”

I bit her finger – not real gently - and she jerked it back. “Yeah, partly. But it’s that ‘partly’ that’s the problem.”

“Oh, since when did you become so squeamish? It was you that taught me to enjoy that in the first place, you know. You spoiled me”

I nodded. “Well sure – but then it was all me, not just ‘partly’”.

She nuzzled my neck. “It would feel really good…”

“What’s the point if you’re not going to come?”

“There you go obsessing on that again! I just thought maybe we’d both enjoy it, and my poor little overworked pussy could really use a little nice, gentle permisteral attention – the kind you do so well.”

She knew how to push my buttons; I had to give her that! “You’re good, you know that? A little cajoling, a little temptation, a little flattery – do you always get what you want?”

She smiled and wiggled her eyebrows. “Usually – but not always. So you’ll do it?”

I shook my head. “Oh, I don’t know, let’s see…” She was still lying on her side, and as I slid my hand down her belly to her mound she obligingly raised her upper leg for me so that I could reach easily between them. She was incredibly, amazingly wet and messy, the oh-so slippery evidence of her recent sexual escapades pretty much everywhere. Her upper thighs were wet and slick, as was her bottom, her mound, and of course every bit of her soft, hot, puffy, little girl parts. I chuckled. “Oh man, you are really a mess! Exactly how many guys came in you tonight?”

She began to tick them off on her fingers, teasing me. “Well, let’s see…there was that gloriously hung black guy, then the white dude that was pretty endowed too - but fast; and then the guy with the little cock – he barely even got it in me - and of course the cop that stopped me, and the pizza guy, ‘cause I didn’t have enough money for a tip, and the guy on the elevator – oh, and the high school basketball team, of course. Those boys are pretty quick on the trigger too, but there were a lot of them! How many is that, hmmm, twelve, was it? No, thirteen…yeah, pretty sure it was thirteen. Or was it fourteen…?”

“Fourteen feels about right. You’re totally covered…it does feel really nice though.” It did, too, her soft, supple little pussy lips so slippery and sensuous to the touch. One thing I noticed right away though was that her hard little nub of a clitoris, usually so prominent and eager to be touched, was nowhere to be found; it was just another soft little bump between her slick lips. I moved my fingers across it, and her body twitched, but her clit showed no signs of hardening “Hey, where’s my little buddy? It’s always here and ready to play, but not today; what gives?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know – it was sure sticking out earlier. It must have seen its shadow and run and hid, which I understand means we’re going to have six more weeks of winter…”

She made me laugh, and I raised my head to kiss her. “Oh yeah, poor little Phil! Except that it’s summer, of course, so there’s that...”

I ran my finger over the soft little fleshy bump again, and she twitched and groaned. “Mmm, gentle, OK? I’m really sensitive right now, so touch very lightly – sort of like you would with your tongue, for example…”

“Subtle! You really want me to do that?”

“I really do – you’ve done it before, after someone else.”

She had me there. “Well, yeah – but I was really horny then, and you know how it is; if you’re horny enough, anything goes.”

“Even though I won’t come, it would feel really good – and I bet you’ll enjoy it too. You always do.”

Ultimately she wound up convincing me, which wasn’t actually that much of a challenge, because inevitably the more I touch her, the more I want to touch her. As it turned out, she was two-thirds correct; I did enjoy it, and it clearly did feel good to her. She was wrong, however, about not coming; unbeknownst to her, there was one more orgasm lurking in there somewhere, and I managed to find it. Judging by her sounds and the way she thrust herself against my lips – and by the fact that she almost left me with a bald patch with her tight grip on my hair – it was a really good one. Given that, I was actually pretty happy that I had gone along with her suggestion!

Loved it. Thanks Storm.

The master of hot sweaty messy sex steps up to the plate and hits a home run.

As always, thank you for writing.

GH

Stormy,
I just realised that I greedily comsumed the last 3 posts without even commenting. Not because they were no good, but quite the opposite. They blew me (and most of the participants!) clean away. I think you could have sunk the boat there and no one would have noticed. Well done, and thanks.

Stormy,

Great story, words of mine will never do your stories justice but keep up being our favorite author.

The watchers
watcherdoit4fun

bump time

I couldn't have said it any better...thx Storm...excellent

Time for a bump

Whoa, I got back just in time to get this fabulous story back on Page 1 where it belongs. Haven't been her at all lately, real life gets in the way some times and we have to make concessions. Haven't even read the last few segments, or any of GH's latest, just no time. I hate not keeping up, but it is what it is.

Hope everything is fine with you Stormy, glad to see that you're still entertaining everyone with your wonderful story.

Take care and stay well.

TrF2