Ms Marca part 17

This is more in the life and times of my wild and wicked ways. This is about me just a part of my life! Ms Marca part 17 Whether one can outright accepted it or not, your little venture to the world of sex outside of your own marriage does transformer you into an addict. OK so it did me! Future rendezvous with any of my big cock lovers andd sex partners and perhaps even others that I had not met, were very likely going to be a part of my married life. After having it on with Tim's old college room mate and doing his best friend Bill, from the neighborhood, my bed was made and I was ready to lay in it, even get laid in it. The main problem I faced now was how to manage things. Maintaining the best of both worlds was going to require some serious planning. The more I play the more I want; I never seem to get enough. What I also realized at an early age, that I probably never again be satisfied by a less intense bedroom performance than the one I experienced with my full body hung studs that I seek out whenever I can. Sometimes a good screw just seems to fall in your lap. So it goes... part 17: The early months of our married life were wedded bliss; will to some degree it was. Then problems arose. Due to circulation problems, it started to affect Tim's ability to maintain an erection. That was what the doctor said might be his problem, but I was playing mind games with my new hubby. Since Tim did not have a large prick, at the best of times, only 4-inches when stiff, coupled to his new problem of not getting it up led to bedroom tears, god can I put it on. I found when he was licking my pussy I did sometimes get off towill shall I call it a mini organism but it was not ideal and cerrtainly not the answer to a satisfying sex life. In frustration I turned to the only thing I knew and that was my whore ways, I went back to my well-endowed lovers. About once a week, I found I had a little stiff one in bed with me at night that I was married too. I let him; sometimes I helped him to toss himself off while lying next to me. Unfortunately, this arousal did not transfer itself to the other side of the bedto me, his wife. I love Tim but I have started an itch you men know where. To be blunt, I needed, just a good fucking, which my husband and anyone who saw him nude, must admit he has not been able to give me any, nor could he. It was after Bill our old neighbor was doing me with his hung horse cock (that needed Viagra to make that big old thing work) I knew I had to make some big changes, if I wanted to have a sex life again. Soon after that, I made it a habit to keep a packet of condoms in my purse for just such an occasion, should it come up. I had always stayed away from the men in our neighborhood, which was to close to home. I was making friends with the wives and a woman with my body and looks does not have many female married friends. The neighborhood husbands however had a different take on me, I was the object of their jokes, looks and I am sure their fancy at night when they were fucking their children's mother late at night. Over time, I began to notice what man was trying hard to be friendly and whose wife was cold toward me. All I needed was some bitch to find out she could not keep her husband happy and she end up telling Tim what her better half and I had done. I never set out to bed anyone of them or let them have me, but if it happens, so be it. With what I was getting at home, it would not take much for me to give in to a big cock motherfucker that I knew that some of them were. Over the summer of my first few months of marriage, we had several get together, Bar B Q and cookouts in the neighborhood that gave me a better look at some of my future lovers. After Bill and I had set up our play time, I found my next victim. One of the first husbands I did was the young hunk across the street from us; Charles Keen who was quite a handsome hunk who stood about 6' 2" and no more than 200 pounds! It did not take one long to see that the man worked out, you could tell by the way he carried himself; he was, built in all the right places. Charles, in other words was mouth watering handsome matter of fact with short black hair specked with a few gray flecks at the temples. A firm jaw made of sharp right angles and vivid blue eyes. He had some dark chest hair that ran down that hard flat stomach. I knew he was my age and he looked to be no more then 30. His wife was Kathy, 22, perky thing who was a 5'5" beauty and they were newlyweds as were we. Kathy did not know much about cooking and I helped her with a few things that I had learned in the kitchen. No, I did not give her lessons on stuffing the meat in the kitty! As I said, Charles was a tall nice looking young stud around my age and he filled out his weekend jeans nicely. The boy did have a package. Than one Saturday evening the Keens had Tim and I over for a cook out and Kathy was will into the wine as it got later in the evening and the men were off talking sports and she unload on me about how Charles was always horny, she seem to never get him to quite. HOUSTONSHE HAS A PROBLEM HEREIT WILL SOON BE NO P NO PROBLEM FOR ME "Marca, you and Tim have been married as long as we have, can I ask you somethingI need to talk about some things!" Kathy was way into the winee and she was hurting inside it looked like. "Kathy any time, please feel free to talk." "Marca, only one way to say it Charles, he wants to screw all the tiime I am hoping Tim will get him drunk so he will sleep tonightis Tim that way?" Damn this woman hates sex I can see that. "Kathy, Tim is 20 plus years older than Charles, I am sure Tim was the same way when he was 30!" "OhI guess your rightme being 22 and I waited until my wedwedding night to give it upI sometimes think I might have been better off dating a few others before Charles." "Yes Kathy, I went that road, I had a few men in my life before Tim! I guess you might say I can compare him to the others and like all men he has his good side and not so good side!" "Marca, does it hurt when Tim does it? Tell me how do you get past thhat pain?" HOUSTON I WANT HER PROBLEM! "Kathy just how big is Charlesis he thick?" "Marca, I can hold his sac in my palm and his old thing runs half way up my forearm and oh god that ugly old head is wide and nasty, that's what hurts! If Charles were not so big, he would be perfectif he werwere just a little bite smaller! You know what I mean Marca?"??" "Oh Kathy, I know what you mean girlshit I do I! Kathy, do does Charles make you get on your hands and knees and do it to you that way?" "Oh I hate that and he wants to spank my ass when he gets it in. I am so embarrassed to tell you this, the other night he had me on my hands and knees and he licked my rectumI was so grossed out. I made him go brush hiss teeth and gargle before I let him back in bed!" "TIM HONEY IT IS GETTING LATE I THINK WE NEED TO GO!" We were saying our goodnights at the door and Charles gave me a hug goodbye as all the men in the neighborhood did when I was saying our good night. I kissed Charles on the cheek and winked. I did not mention to Ted about Kathy's conversation or that my pussy was sopping wet and that my thong was drenched. I made Tim have a midnight snack at the Y that night. My mind went wild on planning a way to get my hunk neighbor between my legs, oh lord, forgive me for what I am about to do. I picked a day when Kathy was to go to her mothers house, a Saturday, and Tim was at the club playing golf. That left the poor victim and me all alone. I was to strike at high noon. I made sure I dressed to fit the mood I dressed for combatgod I kknow how they felt at Normandy, D DayJune 6, 1944. I was going out tthat front door across that street and breach their house. Oh, shit this was going to get nasty, I knew it would turn into hand-to-hand combat; oh, I might have to take him in closeif I am lucky I might get his bayonet rrun in me, before the afternoon was over. I looked in the mirror to check my equipment. Pussy was shaved smooth, boobs were in place, damn, with a set of 40DD I knew I could make it past the door. I went this day with out panties, the less equipment I had on the better I could storm the objective. I slipped on my combat shoes, a pair of 5-inch FMP's, that made my ass stick out. Than I slipped on one of my sexy, wrap-around sun dresses that I knew would be easy to slip off me, when the enemy had me in his grasp. I took one last look in the mirror and told myself???you who about to go down for you own sexual satisfactionwe salutte yougo fuck him girl! I looked out my up stairs window to see the enemy working in his yard, doing something in the flowerbeds. Out my front door and across that lonely beach that seem to be a mile wide (the street) "Hi CharlesKathythy home?" The hunk looked up and smiled and stood to speak when his eyes gave him awayhe liked what he saw. I had made it onto the beachsignal Ll London that I have landed. "Hi Marca, no she went to her mothers, should be back about 5 or so!" "I had used some of her pastry tools and was returning them to her and I got a platter of cookiesI guess for you! Charles it is hot ou out here, how can you stand this heat?" "Come on in Marca, your right I need something cold, how about a beer????" "Oh Charles I cannot stay longI will take a glass of wine, just a qquick one!" I go into their house and hand him the cookies and cookie cutters. Charles took the cookie cutters into the kitchen. When he returned I stood in the middle of the living room, my back to him, bent over looking at a book they had on the coffee table. I knew he could see up my dress to my ass cheeks, but with my knees together, he could not tell if I had thong/panties on. I knew he was admiring my sexy body for a second, then walk up behind me, wrap his free hand around my waist. "Your glass of wine my ladymy beautiful, sexy neighbor; damn Marca you always look so good!" I turned around in his arms. Our lips meet, but suddenly I pull away. "Where is your wife anyway?" I asked. "She's outat her mothers and will not be home for a while." "Then I should go. Charles, Kathy is my friend and Tim is your friend, this is not right!" "No, please Marca, godplease, stay a while!" With that, he he pulled me towards him, wrapped his arms around me, and laid a big kiss on my full open lips. At first, I played the game and did not respond, but then I let my tongue kiss back. My free arm wrapped around his neck, his just above my waist. My tongue found its way into his mouth, as his hands dropped to my ass. I offered no resistance so he reached up with one hand and fondled my breast thru my dress and bra. Again there was no resistance so he led me over to the couch, we sit down, and continued our kissing. This time he slipped a hand up my dress, then under my bra, and found my big hard nipple. He rubbed my nipple, and then gently squeezed it. I moaned. He pulled his hand out and tried to pull the dress over my head. I stopped him. "We shouldn't be doing this, what if your wife comes home?" "Don't worry, just relax and enjoy the moment," he replied. Again, he went back to my dress, and this time I let it come off. He reached behind me, unsnapped my bra, pulled it off and threw it across the room. Now he had full unrestricted access to my bigger than life tits. He fondled one tit with his hand, sucked the other into his mouth. He ran his tongue around it, over the nipple. I acted as if I seemed to be relaxing a bit, as I leaned back and moaned. I moved so he had my other tit, and sucked that as he sucked the first one. I had my head back and my eyes close, obviously enjoying the attention my tits were receiving. He started kissing down my chest, down to my belly, tonguing my belly button. Than he looked, up at me and said. "Shit, Marca youyou are not wearing any panties!" I look down at him and smile"I hate to wear panties when it is hottthey give my pussy a rash!" "Oh Charles what am I sayingwe cannot do this. Where, are my thingss?" I stood in the middle of the living room, naked from shoes up, turning, looking for my dress and bra. He came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing on my neck. "I know you want this Marca, so just relax and go with it." He than slipped a hand down, and found my clit. "But we are married, and this isoh Charles, ohthis is so wo wrong," I said. "Do not think about that, just enjoy the moment." He slipped a finger into my steaming hot pussy. I moaned, leaned my head back onto his shoulder as he rubber my clit. He led me back to the couch. I sat down, than leaned back on the arm, as his mouth found my tits again. My nipples were still rock hard, and he teased them with his tongue. His hand found its way back to my slit. After stoking it a few times, he slipped a finger into my pussy. I spread my legs a bit, allowing easier access. He slipped a second, then a third finger into me. He started kissing down my body again, down my flat belly, kissing my belly button, finally reaching the top of my mound. I can smell my musty pussy sent as he moves in. His tongue finds my clit, rubs it a few times, than sucked it up into his mouth. "OH CHARLES OH MY GODSUCK IT BABY SUCK IT OFF ME!"???!" My hips start bucking as I grab his head and pushes it further into my pussy. He slips his tongue into my pussy, tongue fucking a few times before returning to my clit. "Oh yeah, suck me suck me," I moaned. Then my thighs start to squeeze his head, I am moaning louder, I can feel my pussy quivering, my pussy juices flowing all over, as I start to go off. "Oh my God, Oh my God," I moaned repeatedly. My back arches up and then I exploded in a giant orgasm. One last "Oh my God" and I settled back into the couch. As I relaxed on the couch, he stood up and stripped off his clothes. My god he had a winnerit had to be 8-inch cock, rock hard and ready to go.. Poor Kathy if she thought this was bigshe should take on some of mmy old customers. He knelt between my legs, rubbed his cock on my juicy slit. I reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it. I lifted up my knees and spread my legs, then guided his cock into my waiting pussy. I looked up into his eyes and said. "Thank god you're not small!" The grin on his face told me he could be a bastard if he wanted to be. "Oh Jesus, I been needing this for monthsI need your big cock????fuck me like you never fucked anyone before!" He pushed in slowly, sinking all 8 inches into my hot wet pussy. "Yes, yes fill me oh shit that is so good!" I reached to grip his ass and pulll him toward me. "Now fuck me hard," I ordered. With that, he started thrusting in and out pretty, quick and soon I was moaning again. I reach up and massage my big nipples, squeezing them. I can feel my pussy starting to quiver on his cock. I reach behind him and hold his ass cheeks apart pressing on his hole with my finger, he moan and grip my ass tighter making my crouch open more. In his excitement, he picks up the pace and fuck's my tunnel hard, fast and with no mercy, saying to me. "You fucking slut! You are what I thought you were a teasing, filthy, fucking whore!" "Oh Charles, yes and I want to be your whoredo me, do your whoree!" "Oh my God," he said. "You pussy Marca, my god it is sucking on my cock???how you can do that?" He continued to pound into me, as I start bucking again. Suddenly he pulled out, I gave him a what, the fuck are you doing look. He pulled me off the couch. "On your hands and kneegod damn youI am going to ride thathat ass of yours, hard and long!" I quickly followed his orders. Now on all fours, I turned to look at him. He moved in behind me, grab my hips, once again slid his cock along my slit before burying it in my pussy, in one deep thrust. I let out a long moan and tell him"oh, Charles this is my favorite way! Charles you like my asssI love to have my ass spanked!" "I'll give you a spanking you will never forget, you fucking slut!"" The excitement was evident in his voice. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Ahhhhhh fuck!" I shrieked. I let one hand slide between my pussy lips. "Spread your legs now you fucking whore!" I spread my legs and he grabbed my pussy hard lightly smacking it too. My body jumped up. "Owwwww!" I yelled. He starts pounding into my pussy with a regular rhythm. Reaching between my legs, I finds my clit and start rubbing it. I pushed back to meet his every thrust, driving his cock in deep. I am moaning, starting to quiver, my orgasm is building again. He is holding on to my hips as a cowboy rides his horse. He thrust in even deeper. My pussy starts to grip his cock even tighter, I am really starting to buck now. I am rocking my head back and forth, than I turn to look at him. Oh, god did this feel good, it made me think of my working days and nights. I felt like a whore again and I loved that feeling when I can please a man and make him want me, my body, the power I have over his sexual drive. Making love to my husband is one thing and loving him is the greatest joy in the world. Now I had rediscovered the bliss of just getting and giving a good old fashion fucking. "Ride me big man ride my ass until I crygive it to me make me your dog bitch!" "Ooh it's so deep!" I cried out suddenly. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. "You like it like that don't you?" "Yes! Yes, more, oh god yes! This f-feels good!" I purred. Charles kept pumping me in the doggie position. I screamed out and tossed my head back. I was Coming again! I felt my pussy clench his cock so tightly that he could not help but go off as well. "Ahhhh fuck! I am Coming! Oooh I'm c-Coming!" I screamed. "Yeah! Oh, fuck me too! Feel my juice baby! Feel it shoot in your hot pussy!" Than I have a massive orgasm. Several more thrusts and I feel his orgasm building, than suddenly he explodes deep in my pussy. I fall off the sofa onto the floor. He falls on top of me, trying to recover and get our breath. His shrinking cock slips from my pussy and he rolls off me. I props myself up on my elbows, looks at him. "That was great, why we waited so long to do it, is a wonder to me!!" He moved up next to my mouth and I looked at the wall clock. "Charles, call your wife and see what time she will be home!" "Marca she said 5 this afternoon later, we have time for more!" "God damn it CharlesI said call your wife!" "OKok shit don't get bent out of... you... forget it!" "HoneyI am not mad I know what I am doing, call her!" Charles called and asked Kathy what time she was leaving and she told him in about an hour. He asked her to stop and pick up a 6-pack of beer, I see the boy was learning. "Wow, guess you were right Marca, good thing I called she will be here by four, if she walked out the door of her mothers right now!" "Charles, if you screw around as much as I do you figure out how to play the game!" "Marca, Tim not doing enough for you?" "Charles, Kathy has told me that all she needs is some cock once a week???she and Tim would be perfect! Tim has a cock so small she wouuld never feel it, will she might once a week! Come on get on and giive me some morethis has got to last us both until later in the weekk!" Some forty-five minutes later, I am in the bathroom cleaning up and Charles is in the living room picking up. I hear a car pull up and make my way back to the den. The backdoor opens and Kathy walks in. I am setting on the sofa watching the TV as Charles is in his recliner. Kathy has several bags, and Charles jumps up to help her. "Marca, hey girl... how long have you been here?" "Not long, I was just returning your cookie cutters and Charles and I were talking about the latest dirt in the neighborhood!" "Oh, what is it?" "Old man Matthew, who lives behind ushe walked in on me the other mmorning as I was coming out of my bathroom naked!" "Oh weren't you embarrassed... Damn Marca, what did you do?" "After I stop screaming, god I thought he was a rapist I calmed down, than remembered to cover myself the old fart saw me in the all toggether it is funny after you think about it." "Marca did you tell Tim, has he said anything to Matthew?" "Oh I did not tell Tim, he would worry so, and you know how much he travels, this would just give him more to fret about. The old man said he knocked and called out to meno big deal." Shortly after and a little small talk, I said I had to go. Charles volunteered to let me out and then lock up. Kathy went up stairs to get ready for their dinner date. At the door, I turned around and was sucking my fingers "mmm we taste good together," I said. "We'll have to do this again sometime soon; honey you like to butt fuck? I hope you do Charles and I love to have my asshole tongued. You need to call me Tuesday after you get to work! I kissed him one last ttime and was out the door. To be continue... Marca40DD@aol.com 1916 1.16/512345

Bull Nuts

IR, impreg. Cuckold BULL NUTS by BP I guess you could say I'm blessed and cursed at the same time. Mother nature gave me a big set of balls that produce large quantities of sperm but when it came to the delivery system, I wound up with a skinny cock barely five inches long. Kat (short for Katerina), my wife is very diplomatic and says that my cock is perfect for sucking. She can easily take the whole thing in her mouth without gagging even when my cock is fully erect. Otherwise I'm just an average man, average height, build and of mixed ethnic background. ( English, French, Italian and ? ) Kat is Scandinavian, blond, blue eyes, five feet four inches one hundred five pounds and has kept her shape even after having two kids. For Kat, sex is a very important part of life. Unlike some women, she craves sex on a daily basis. She masturbates at least once a day in addition to wanting oral, anal or straight sex. Her collection of sex toys would make most sex toy stores look empty. In a guess you could say that reason for her toys is of my doing. You see after our second daughter was born her pussy was stretched out too much for my skinny little cock to feel anything. Since giving Kat pleasure is a top priority in my life, I bought her bigger and bigger dildos until I found one big enough to give her pussy that full feeling. As a joke I bought a black dildo. At ten inches long and over two inches in diameter it makes my cock look more like a finger. When Kat unwrapped that dildo, she said. "Willy, where have you been." We laughed and kidded about her new black lover never dreaming that one day she might have a real live Willy with a cock to match her toy. This was after our second daughter was born and we had come to the conclusion that my cock just wasn't doing much for Kat. Other than slipping my cock up Kat's ass, our sexual activities were mostly of the oral mature. Our favorite sex game was for Kat to suck my cock as I pumped Willy into her pussy. I began dreaming that some big black stud was pleasuring Kat's pussy as she made love to my cock with her mouth. Kat began commenting on the size of black cocks we saw on the net. Half joking I made a comment about finding her a black stud. Kat got mad at me and insisted there was nothing wrong with the way things were. Later that night, she was hornier than usual. She was really humping her pussy on "Willy" as she sucked my cock with great passion. It seemed that every time I turned around the vision of Kat being fucked by a well- hung black stud would pop into my mind. I made a point of subtly showing Kat pictures of black men fucking white wives. I also showed her the interracial sex sites on the net. Kat wouldn't comment much but she was always hotter in bed after seeing a black stud pleasuring as white woman. One night we were at a party with some friends and noticed an interracial couple. Kat couldn't keep her eyes off them and several times I saw her talking to the white wife. She was a bit tipsy by the time we went home and asked how she could meet a black guy and other questions about making sure he was clean etc. I found a night club in a neighboring town that has a lot of mixed couples. One night Kat and I went there "just to watch." As we sat at a table, a good looking young black man came over to ask Kat to dance. She looked at me for permission. I smiled and told her it was up to her. Kat hesitantly went but within a couple minutes she was caught up in the music. I sat watching Kat dance a fast dance without much body contact then as that dance ended the guy she was dancing with took her hand and asked Kat for the next one. This dance was a slow number and in no time she was rubbing against her black partner. When Kat finally returned to our table, her nipples were poking out like two hard fingers, signaling her arousal. Kat barely had time to catch her breath before another black asked her to dance. This went on for the rest of the night. Kat was positively glowing from all the attention. When we got home, she was a wild woman in bed, fucking "Willy" with everything she had. The next week we were back at the same club. One of the men Kat had met the week before was there and after Kat danced with him several times she introduced him to me. I don't know what I expected but I found Art to be very pleasant and articulate. During that evening I could see that Kat had been charmed by Art. Art asked me if we would be back the next night. I told him that I had to go out of town so I wouldn't be able to bring her. Art then asked if I would allow him to pick up Kat and take her out. I still don't know why I said yes. Hell Kat is my wife and here I was giving my permission for her to go out on a "date." On the way home Kat bubbled as she talked about Art then she suddenly went silent. Kat reached out to touch my arm and with a serious look, asked if I was sure it was all right. After we got home and sent our baby sitter home, Kat and I talked for several hours. Kat was ready to call the whole thing off but to my surprise, I told her that I wanted her to go out and have a good time and for her not to feel guilty. In bed, Kat went wild, sucking my cock until my nuts were shooting air as I plumbed her pussy with her dildo "Willy." The next day I had trouble focusing on my business meeting as my thoughts kept going to Kat in Art's arms. When I finished my morning meeting, I called to reconfirm my afternoon meeting and was told that the key person was out sick. We rescheduled, and I went home. Driving home I thought about calling Kat and telling her I would be home sometime after dinner but thought she might cancel her date so I decided to surprise her. Pulling up in front of our house I saw the babysitter's car in the driveway. I pulled my car in the garage and went in. The kids were delighted to see me and after sending the baby sitter home, kept me busy until I tucked them in bed. I watched tv for a while then went to bed. Laying in bed, my mind kept flashing lewd images of my wife being sexed by a black lover. I guess I dozed off because the next thing I knew Kat turned on a bathroom light. For a moment she babbled about being concerned about not seeing the babysitter's car then being relived to see my car in the garage. To stop her nervous babbling I hopped out of bed and took her into my arms as I kissed her passionately. As my tongue explored the depths of her mouth, I was sure I could taste Art's sperm. Anxious to see her ravaged body, my fingers began undoing her clothing as my cock tried to burst out of my pants. Kat on the other hand was nervous about me seeing her and was blushing heavily. Pushing her dress off her shoulders, I guided her to our bed. As her dress slid over her shapely hips and her flat tummy I noticed that she didn't have any panties on and her blond pussy fuzz was coated with half-dried sperm. Her bare boobs each had some passion s on them and her nipples were sticking out like finger tips. It was obvious that they had seen plenty of attention also. Kat fussed about wanting to get cleaned up, that she was a mess and hadn't expected me to be home. I pulled her against me and fell on the bed as I kissed her wildly and told Kat, I loved her. Slowly her body relaxed and her hands held me tenderly instead of trying to get free. Kat stuttered out "Y-y-you, aren't mad that I got carried away and had sex with him? I didn't plan it that way but he got me so horny I couldn't say no." I answered her with another kiss as I held her tightly. As I assured her that I was not mad, I knew when I told her she could go out with him again there was always the possibility of sex. Tears welled up in Kat's eyes as she blubbered on about how much she loved me and that I was so good to her. When I tried to wipe away the tears, she turned her head away. Please let me let me finish before you say any more . . . I let him come in me. He said he couldn't wear a condom because they were too tight and was going to pull out but it felt so good we forgot until it was too late. He was still so hot and his cock didn't go down until he fucked me two more times. Art has a cock like "Willy" and has balls as big as yours. Kissing away her tears I told her, it was OK. I held her quietly not saying anything for a while then I began kissing her neck. Slowly I kissed down to her boobs, tasting her. Her body tasted of sex. Her nipples still inflamed from her lover, throbbed in my mouth. Kat moaned softly then weakly said "please, I'm a mess let me get cleaned up." I ignored her and worked my wandering lips down her belly tasting her. The closer I got to her pussy the stronger the smell of sex and the taste of Art's juices. Soon I was over Kat with my face buried in her sperm covered pussy. Kat gave up all resistance and pulled my little cock into her mouth. My tongue had no trouble delving into her dilated pussy as I scooped out Art's globs of sperm. I had often eaten Kat's pussy after I had fucked her in order to get her off but this was the first time I had ever tasted another man's sperm. If I hadn't loved Kat as much as I do I would have felt different but strangely I didn't feel threatened or humiliated. Scooping out a glob of sperm, I thought Art's sperm might have made a baby in her already as Kat had never used any protection. My mind raced with the ramifications as I tried to remember when her last period was and figure out if she was ripe. Oddly if felt disappointed when I figured that Kat probably was passed her "fertility window." I was shocked, I wanted her pregnant, pregnant by another man, a black man at that. The more those thoughts bounced around in my mind the more I realized I wanted Kat to get knocked up by her black lover. I also wanted to watch them in action, wanted to see his huge black cock plunging into her blond pussy, to see her impaled under his big black body. Then I wanted to see her belly grow ng it contained her lover's baby and that it would not look at all like me or our other children. Kat soon began moaning around my cock as I ate her pussy. The feel of her swollen labia further inflamed my lust making me come much quicker then I wanted. Instead of disappointing Kat, she purred like a contented kitten as she drank my cream. She knew there was plenty of ball cream in my bull nuts. After bringing her to her second climax she asked me to stop as her pussy was a little sore from Art's monster. She went back to milking my cock as I tenderly stroked her sexy body. I had already filled her mouth for the second time when I asked her if she wanted Art to fuck her again. Her gentle sucking stopped, then started without any other indication she had heard me. Several minutes went by and I was beginning to think she was not going to answer when she lifted her head and said. "He won't use a condom." She kissed my balls and went back to nursing on my cock. I thought about her comment as I delighted in her attention to my cock. If I told her it was OK to fuck Art again I would be telling her to let him knock her up. My balls twitched as the thought ran thru my horny mind. I tried to think rationally about all the factors involving interracial children but between Kat's fantastic mouth and the idea of her being bred by a big black buck, over rode logic. For the first time, I told Kat that I wanted to see Art fucking her. Again Kat stopped sucking, she just held my cock in her mouth as she rested her head on my thigh. Occasionally she would gently suck then stop, this went on for a half hour or more. I knew that she was in deep thought because many times before she had done the same thing when pondering a weighty decision. As I said, earlier sex is a big part of Kat's life. When it came time to by a new car Kat sucked my cock for hours before giving her opinion. When we talked a getting a new house, she sucked my cock for hours every day for a week. When we had talked about her trying a well-hung lover she told me that she would never think about leaving me because in addition to loving me dearly she knew she would never find a cock as suckable as mine. When I dated Kat, I knew that she had dated others and had sex with them. When the matter of the size of my cock came up, she told me that the other guys she had dated weren't hung much better then I and had figured that was all she was going to get. She told me I won out over the others for several reasons but my bull nuts sold her. Kat let my cock slide out of her hot mouth and cuddled up to me. With her lips still covered with our juices she kissed me on my lips before saying. Everyone will know that the babies are not yours. Does that bother you? I kissed her and said. They will be ours and that is all that matters to me. I know that some people may frown on us but I really don't care. With that we cuddled up and fell asleep. Chapter 2 Over the next few days nothing was said until the phone rang at dinner time. Kat answered the phone and I knew that it was Art. Kat answered a couple questions with yes and no then she looked directly at me. Her eyes were sparkling with lust as she bit her lip then said pick me up about nine o'clock. She blew a kiss at the receiver before hanging it up and prancing sexily back to the stove. As Kat put dinner on the table she said she needed to shave before she went out. My cock twitched in my pants, was she asking me to shave her? Occasionally I had shaved her legs and pussy as part of our sex games but usually I was the one who made the suggestion. By me shaving her, I would be giving her my blessing to go out on her "date." We ate dinner and talked about anything except what was on our minds. Dinner was just about finished when I said. "I'll help you shave then clean up the kitchen while you get dressed." Kat looked at me in mild surprise before asking if I was sure. I swallowed and assured her that I knew what I was doing. She kissed me and started toward the bedroom with a quick look over her shoulder to see if I was following. She did a bit of a double take and a big grin lit up her face when she the bulge and wet spot on my pants as I stood to go with her. In the bedroom Kat did a quick striptease as I grabbed the shaving stuff. Boldly she sat on the counter in the bathroom placing her feet up, exposing her pussy almost like she would to a doctor. Wordlessly she watched as I began shaving. Having finished shaving the blond fuzz off her outer labia I started toward the remaining tuft of blond hair above her clit when she told me to leave it so Art would know that she is a real blond. I almost came in my pants. Kat asked me to get her hand mirror. Quickly I returned with it, hoping that she would be pleased with my shaving job. Satisfied, Kat hopped off the counter and gave me a kiss before jumping in the shower. I was in the kitchen cleaning up when the door bell rang. Grabbing a towel to dry my hands, I went to the door. Opening the door I saw Art's smiling face, with smooth confidence he asked if Kat was ready. I was glad the kids were in bed so I wouldn't have to explain why mommy was going out with Art. Kat came out of the bedroom dressed to thrill. The way her nipples were poking out I knew she had left her bra in the dresser and I wouldn't have been surprised if she had left her panties there too. She gave me a kiss and told me not to wait up for her as she took Art's hand and went out. It wasn't until I heard Art's car drive off that I realized my cock was tenting out the front of my pants. Trying to get my cock under control I went back to cleaning up the kitchen. Not even that helped. After trying to watch tv, I gave up and went to our bedroom and jerked off. That helped a bit but my mind kept teasing me with images of Kat being fucked by a big black cock. Our youngest daughter woke up and getting her back to sleep almost took my mind off Kat's date but no sooner had I quieted Lynn down then I began thinking about kids and wondering when Kat would get knocked up by Art. About two a.m. I heard Kat come in. Quietly she turned of the lights and came into the bedroom. Thinking I was asleep she didn't turn a light on. Just as she peeled her clothes off, I turned on a bedside light. Kat reacted like a deer caught in headlights, her hands covering her crotch. Sitting up, I softly told her not to hide from me. She blushed as she nervously let her hands go to her sides. I guess she didn't want me to see how swollen her pussy lips were, or the fresh love bites. But then again she probably was embarrassed to be seen with his sperm drooling down her legs. Before she could step in the bathroom I got up and took her in my arms. As I kissed her, I noticed her lips were puffy and tasted of sperm. My cock jumped to attention pressing into her belly. Taking her hand, I guided her to our bed, even as she protested that she was too messy. Mindful that her pussy might be sore I dove for her freshly fucked pussy. The smell and taste sent me into heaven. Kat stopped f g after I sucked her labia in my mouth and rubbed them with my tongue. She not only stopped fussing but started telling me about her date. That was too much for my cock, I shot a big load on the sheets as I continued to suck and lick her well-fucked pussy. Finally Kat begged me to let her up to pee. Standing in the bathroom door, I told Kat that I loved her. She looked up at me and smiled, then said."I guess you really are turned on by this." I just smiled in response. Two days later Kat's period came. We talked a lot about what was bound to happen if she kept on letting Art come in her and how it would affect us. Kat said she would stop seeing Art if I insisted. My answer was to not say anything and kiss her. Several times, Kat talked to Art during her period but they didn't go out. I would ask how he was but nothing about her dating again. A couple times when Art called, I answered the phone. We would talk for a couple minutes then I would get Kat on the phone. It was a little over a week after her period that Kat told me, she had lined up a baby sitter for Friday night, all night. With a twinkle in her eyes she asked if I wanted to cancel the babysitter or get a hotel room. I stuttered out. "Are you going to let him come in you?" Kat smiled lewdly, waiting for my answer. My voice sounded like a squeaky whisper as I told her watching her and her lover had always been my strongest fantasy. She told me Art had agreed on the condition that I not interfere. I promised to be a fly on the wall unless invited. It was the right answer for Kat, for me I wasn't really sure but it was too late to stop things. For the next two days I could hardly focus on work as I kept thinking of Kat, pregnant with a black baby. One minute I was scared, the next, my cock was ready to come. Kat appeared a bit nervous but never mentioned anything about backing out of her date. By Friday night I was a nervous wreck, Kat appeared as calm as if she was just going to a movie. In the car driving to meet Art, Kat asked if everything was all right. I forced a smile and told Kat, I would be all right. It was a lie, the butterflies in my stomach were having butterflies. Seeing us enter the hotel lobby Art walked over to greet us. His welcome was not what my nightmares had pictured. Instead of grabbing my wife and running for the room, he escorted us to the lounge and its friendly sounding entertainment. Just before entering the lounge I remembered that I needed to register and get room keys. Art offered to help but I insisted that he and Kat go and have fun. I went back to the car and got our things, registered and all that stuff then after looking the scene of the coming impregnation, over I went back to the lobby to join Art and Kat. Not seeing them at one of the tables, my brain started to go into a panic mode. Before I did something silly, a big black hand waved at me from the dance floor. I eased over to the bar and got a drink as I waited for that dance to end. No sooner was my drink in my hand then Kat came over and kissed me. Standing patiently Art waited for Kat to urge me to join them at their table. At the table I made a comment about feeling like a third leg. Art quickly told me that he wanted me to join them and he wanted me to have a good time. He also assured that he wasn't trying to steal my wife. Since I wouldn't be driving, I didn't worry about having several drinks but after the second I told myself it would be stupid to get so drunk I passed out or made a fool out of myself. By the time my second drink began to kick in I was realizing that Art was a nice guy and I could see why Kat was attracted to him. To my surprise Kat danced not only with Art and myself but several other men. As Art and I talked I started to relax and enjoy our special night. After one dance that left Art and I at the table Kat returned to hear us laughing over a joke. With a naughty gleam in her eyes she asked if we were going to sit there all night or move the party upstairs. Without further deliberation we took our drinks and headed to our room. We were the only ones in the elevator so I wasn't surprised to see Art put his hand on Kat's hip and pull her close for a kiss. It was a kiss of lovers, hot and passionate but without breaking Art's embrace Kat reached out and pulled me close. Nothing w id but her gesture made me feel much more comfortable. No sooner were we in the room when Art took Kat in his arms. As they kissed passionately, Art began undressing her. After turning off most of the lights I went and sat in a chair in a dark corner. I've seen sexy stripteases but none of them could hold a candle to the sight I saw as Art skillfully undressed my wife. When Kat's dress fell to the floor she was nude except for her garter belt and stockings. I knew she hadn't worn a bra but I didn't know she was panty-less. Needless to say my cock was hard enough to pick a lock. Kat didn't wait for Art to undress, as soon as her dress started to slide down her body, she attacked his cloths. Dropping to her knees she took the head of his stiffening black cock in her mouth as she fumbled to untie his shoes. Art's cock stretched Kat's lips to their limit as she sucked and licked on his uncut cock. I wondered why Kat hadn't told me that Art wasn't uncircumcised, I was sure it felt different then my neatly trimmed weenie. I'm not going to tell you that Art's cock was as long as a telephone pole, no it is more like a tree stump, about eight inches long and very thick. After letting Kat warm up his cock, Art guided her to her feet for a hot kiss. The contrast of Kat's lightly tanned body against his black skin was thrilling. They appeared to melt onto the bed, never breaking their embrace. The soft lighting in the room gave me just enough light to see their passionate caresses without making it look like we were making a porno movie. In spite of having a raging hard-on Art took his time worshiping Kat's sexy body. Kat in turn was moaning and telling him to fuck her. He in turn was taking his time, enjoying teasing her. Kat was so hot she was starting to sound like a cat in heat as she begged for his cock. After kissing his way up her body he nestled his cock in her now dripping pussy. Kat threw her hips up at him impaling herself on his thick cock. Art responded by driving his hips down. The force was so strong I could hear the air being forced out of Kat's lungs. Art's hips looked like he was driving poles instead of fucking. The short hard thrusts were making grunting sounds come from deep within Kat. Far from complaining Kat had her feet resting on his butt and her hands on his sides as she looked up at him with flames of lust. It couldn't have been five minutes before Kat yelled "Oh my god! Yes! I'm coming!" Art didn't lessen his pace, his face a picture of concentration. I was sure he was holding his own ax back as I admired his technique. I moved my chair to get a better view of Art's cock plunging into Kat's pussy just in time to witness his ball's tense up and to see his potent black sperm being pumped into Kat's fertile belly. Kat felt it and yelled for Art to knock her up, to give her his baby. Art froze then looked at me. I flashed him a smile and a slight nod, suggesting it was all right. He jabbed his hips twice more causing his balls to tighten and fire more sperm into Kat's womb then rested with his thick cock trapping his sperm in her womb. As they came down from their climaxes Art asked if she really wanted him to knock her up. Kat took his face in her hands and kissed him then looking at me she said "Ben wants to see my belly swell with your baby and so do I." Art rolled off Kat to lay at her side as he looked over at me, his face a mixture of amazement and excitement. For a few moments, we looked at each other collecting our thoughts. That was just pillow talk, wasn't it? Art asked. Kat kissed him and asked if he had a problem with impregnating a willing white gal. With a nervous chuckle he said he didn't want a pissed off husband pumping lead in his black ass but he had dreamed about doing it. I laughed and assured him that about the only thing that I might shoot at them was a little sperm. For an hour or more we talked about our relationship and mixed race babies. As we talked, I had moved so I could clearly see Kat's swollen red pussy lips and Art's sperm oozing out. Kat noticed the focus of my attention. "Don't be shy you can lick my pussy." She said. I wanted to crawl under the bed and hide from the humiliation but the attraction of her pussy was too strong. As if in a trance, I rose from the chair, blushing from head to toe. I didn't know what to do as I had planed to be neither seen nor heard during that night. Before I could sit on the bed Kat reminded me that I was still dressed and that I would have to get rid of my cloths first. It hit me that Kat was the one who was really in charge. Art and I were her lovers and at her command. My feelings toward Art changed from that of a potential adversary, to a "brother in lust." Somehow my clothes vanished from my body and I was on the bed between Kat's legs. As my tongue scooped up gobs of Art's sperm I was sure he would tease me about eating his sperm but he didn't. He did comment about how I appeared to be very good at stimulating her with my mouth and could see why Kat had made it clear she wouldn't think of leaving me. I was so damn proud, I felt like I was glowing. I put everything I had into eating Kat's pussy. She got the message and was soon moaning with ecstasy as she humped my probing tongue. Kat tensed and climaxed strongly as I nibbled gently on her clit. As I gently kissed her pussy, the bed shook, looking up I saw that Art had moved up to put his cock in Kat's mouth. Opening wide she took the head in her mouth and began to suck it. Her lips were stretched to their limit as she did her best. Soon Kat let Art's cock pop out of her mouth as she begged him to fuck her. Art looked at me as if to ask my permission, I rolled over, vacating Kat's pussy and waved my hand to offer him access. Art moved around to get into position as I started to back off. He looked at me and told me I didn't have to get off the bed and he didn't have a problem with me playing with Kat as he had sex with her. I couldn't believe how fast things had changed but I was happy with the way things were going. Being able to touch Kat as her lover had sex with her was beyond my dreams. Kat pulled me to her and kissed me with more passion then I could have imagined. She grunted into my mouth as Art drove his cock into her baby maker. With a dreamy look Kat whispered. He's going to knock me up. He's going to give me a black baby. I kissed and stroked her as I whispered that I knew. Kat then asked if I wanted to see my slut wife get bred by her black stud. I told her I didn't want to miss it for anything. We kissed again the Kat asked me to tell Art to make sure he got her pregnant. Art's head was only inches away and I'm sure he heard but somehow I managed to say what Kat asked. Art slowed his strokes and told me I had the most wonderful wife in the world and that I was lucky to have her. Uncomfortable with the praise I mumbled thanks. Art turned his attention back to breeding Kat. Masterfully he drove his cock in my wife bringing her obvious sexual pleasure. My hands found their way to Kat's rock hard nipples adding to her pleasure as well as mine. Art gave plenty of warning that he was close to coming so I moved to watch his balls. No sooner was I in position then he jammed his cock hard into Kat and spat out. "Here comes your baby." She howled like a cat being bred as her legs held him tightly in. After resting with his cock stuffed in her, he started to pull out. Kat told him to stop until I had a chance to stuff a pillow under her ass. Taking my cue I stuffed a pillow under her as she lifted off the bed. That time instead of getting between her legs she guided me into a sixty-nine. No sooner had her lips surrounded my cock then my cock blasted her tonsils with pent up sperm. She just purred and swallowed as my tongue licked her well-fucked pussy. Twice, Kat drained my cock, before letting go of my cock. She then wanted Art and me to cuddle up with her. Cuddling up we were both offered a nipple to suck on. I guess I dosed off, because when I opened my eyes Art was now between Kat's legs slowly moving his cock in and out of her pussy. About an hour later Art finally pulled his tired but semi erect cock out of her and Kat suggested that we take a shower and then a short nap. Instead of the orgy I expected, our shower was just "friendly hands," washing each other. Back in bed I dropped into a deep sleep and had a vague recollection of them having sex sometime during the night. I awakened to a piss hard-on and a full bladder. Art and Kat were still asleep so I eased out of bed and quietly made my way to the bathroom. After relieving myself I stepped back in the bedroom and stood looking at Kat and Art snuggled up to each other. The contrast of their skin colors sent a strange tingle thru me. The thought that my wife's fertile womb was awash with sperm from Art's big black balls made my own tingle. I knew that she was pregnant. I slipped some cloths on and went down to the coffee shop for some coffee and something to eat. Sitting in a quiet corner I sipped my coffee and nibbled a muffin as I thought about what had happened. Could I live with a child who was obviously not from my loins? How would our white children feel about having a tan brother or sister? Had I done the right thing by allowing it to happen? There was no question in my mind about giving up my children. I still loved Kat and Art was a nice guy so why was I sitting there, instead of up in the room with them? Answering my own question, I ordered two coffees and several muffins, to go. Easing into the room I heard the sounds of passionate kissing. Art was over Kat, kissing and sucking on her nipples. Sensing my presence Kat opened her eyes and smiled warmly. " Art promised to keep breeding me until I'm pregnant, isn't that great?" Feeling her joy, I smiled at her and pointed at the bulge in my pants as I said that we were all excited. Art let Kat's boob flesh pop from his mouth as he looked up at me. "You can warm her up some more, while I take a leak." Art said as he got up. I set the coffee and muffins on the night stand as I made a joke about not being able to live on lust alone. When Kat commented that I had only brought two coffees I told her I had already eaten. She scooted up a bit and reached for her coffee and a muffin. Art returned and thanked me for bringing coffee. Kat teased me about me being the only one with clothes on and for staring at her pussy. I told her that I had never seen her pussy look so swollen and full of sperm. Kat patted Art's thigh and told me it was his doing but promised that I would see it looking like that a lot from then on. As Kat spoke, she spread her legs more, showing off her pussy. It was more then I could stand so I dove between her legs and stabbed my tongue into Art's sperm as it drooled out. Kat moaned loudly and stroked my head as I helped myself to my second breakfast. Her moans became louder as she humped her hot pussy on my tongue and held my head into her pussy. In a few minutes she was climaxing around my tongue as she babbled about how much she loved me. I told Art it was his turn as I rolled out of the way. Without hesitation he pulled Kat back to the center of the bed and mounted her. For the next hour I kissed and teased her nipples as I told Kat how much I was looking forward to watching her belly grow and to have another baby. I must have said the magic words because Kat hugged and kissed me as her hips fucked back at Art's driving cock. We rested and talked quietly for a while before getting cleaned up and checking out of the hotel. Not much was said on the drive home and after the commotion of being greeted by our children Kat went back to being quiet. It wasn't until we were getting ready for bed that Kat turned to me and shrugged off her night gown. As I looked at her, I remembered the last time I had seen that look. It was just after I had knocked her up with our second child. Does it bother you that I let Art give me hickies? Suddenly I saw that she had love bites all over her breasts and all around her pussy. My cock answered for me by stiffening. Kat grinned as she noticed my cock. I guess I'm going to have my work cut out for me, keeping your balls drained as you watch my belly grow. With that I took Kat in my arms and laid her on our bed and told her I love her. Chapter 3 The next day Kat was on the phone talking with Art, seeing when he could come over to breed her. For the next two weeks Art visited our bed three or four times a week to fill Kat's womb. The time for Kat's period came and went then Kat started having an upset stomach in the morning. Now that Kat's pregnancy was official, she asked Art what his plans were. I didn't know about it until Kat told me Art wanted to come over and talk with me. I was quite confused as Art had been coming and going freely and had gotten to know our other children. Kat wouldn't give me any clue at to what was going on so I was all in a tizzy when he arrived. The first thing Art did when we closed the door to my den was, gave me a paper that gave me all legal rights to the baby he had planted in my wife. He then asked if I would consider letting him become a part of our family. The two of us talked for hours. Kat would stick her head in to bring us drinks then leave. About midnight Kat came in wearing a see-thru night gown. None of her charms were hidden as she asked if she could join our discussion. Our final decision was to see how things evolved but there would be no restrictions on his visits. All of this took place six years ago. We sold our house and built a bigger one to house our bigger family. Kat is now pregnant with Art's, third child and happier then anyone has a right to be. Me, well Kat won't let Art put his cock in her unless mine is in her mouth. A few times we were allowed to double fuck her with me in her ass. Oh and the kids are doing great. 11489 2.04/512345

Gunrunner 3

When she had barely turned eighteen, Becky had gone for a walk one warm day in mid-June. She had came to a stream and sat down on a grassy knoll under the shade of several trees. Joannie, a younger girlfriend of hers was supposed to meet her here around noon, but Becky had arrived early. It was probably just 11:10 or so. On impulse, Becky decided to go skinny-dipping. Becky was alone, hardly anyone ever came through here, and she had done it before with Joannie. Someone had piled up some rocks just south of where she was sitting and the water at this point was over waist-deep during the spring and early summer. Leaving her dress and underthings behind on the bank, Becky slowly entered the water, feeling her way carefully to avoid the slippery rocks that were just along the edge. She waded in just past waist-deep and dunked her head under the water. Then she quickly threw her upper body back, causing her long hair to fall back over her head and onto her back. She had barely had time to lower herself into the water once more and rise when she heard a splashing behind her. Is that Joannie? She quickly turned and saw a naked man coming around the bend just to the north and wading through the water towards her! Lori saw him just before he spotted her because he was looking down at the water as he waded. It was old Mr. Jones from down the way. Or at least that was what she and Joannie called him, 'Old Mr. Jones,' since he was probably in his forties. The water north of her, being further from the rock dam, was shallow, getting deeper as it came south towards Becky. As a result, Mr. Jones was only in up to his knees, and everything he had was totally exposed. It was obvious that his body had been completely under the water just a short time before because he was dripping, all the way up to the hair on his head, which also was wet. His upper body was dark with golden tan, but from the waist down he was almost pure white. It had the effect of adding emphasis to his nakedness. His testicles, because of the water, were drawn up tight against his scrotum instead of hanging down and swinging back and forth as they normally would. Of course, Becky did not know that, nor did she know that the penis she was staring at was also shrunken up at the moment. His dangling penis was not huge as far as thickness goes, but even in its shrunken state it was long enough for it to hang noticeably lower than his tight testicles as he stood upright, and long enough for it to swing slightly side-to-side as he moved. The fact that he had an excess of foreskin that hung down an inch or so beyond the head also had the effect of making his penis appear longer. Becky caught the movement of his penis, and as she unthinkingly lowered her eyes just slightly for a better look at it, he spotted her from about 12 few feet away. He looked into her face just in time to see where her eyes were looking, and when Becky looked up again, she saw him staring at her, and her face turned red at being 'caught'. "Oh!" she exclaimed in fright and surprise. "Mr. Jones, I, I didn't know you were here." Mr. Jones laughed, though his voice sounded surprised and a little nervous. In any case, he made no effort to conceal himself since Becky had not done so either. She had been shocked at his sudden appearance and fascinated at the sight of the first naked adult male she had ever seen. As a result, Becky had not thought of instantly concealing her breasts, which were shiny with wetness, and topped with firm nipples from the coolness of the water. "No use doing that, Becky, I've already had a nice look at them," Mr. Jones said with a bright smile as she threw both her arms over her breasts. Becky looked into his face, and when she sensed he meant no harm, she slowly allowed her arms to drop back into the water. "I guess you're right, but just so you know," she hesitated, swallowed, then went on, "no man, or no boy has ever seen me undressed before." Mr. Jones nodded and slowly began wading closer to her. "I'm sure of that. I've seen you in church and I know that you are a very nice young lady and would never deliberately show yourself to anyone but your husband, whenever that time may come. But now that I have seen you, I want to be the first to compliment you on how fine your young lady's body is. How old are you now, is it 17?" "I'm 18 now, Mr. Jones. Since the tenth of last month." Becky found herself standing upright and proud as she stood before a man, both of them totally nude, and talking about how old she was. She was in waist deep, but she wondered if the water was clear enough to allow him to see her lower half. She studiously avoided looking at his lower portions, but it was there, and hard to block completely out of her vision. Becky knew that she should look only at his eyes, but under the circumstances, that was hard for her, so she found herself looking to his right and left some of the time. Mr. Jones knew that she was studiously 'avoiding' the appearance of looking at his penis. Soon, if things went the way he wanted, she would be openly staring at it, and maybe touching it. "How time flies. Seems like just yesterday you were wearing pigtails. Well, you are lovely," he said as he looked her over, "I just want you to know that." Unexpectantly for Becky, Mr. Jones, instead of 'not looking at me because it is not right' was instead openly staring at her body. Becky was blushing. He is smiling and there is no doubt that he is admiring my breasts. She felt like she too, should have the right to openly stare at him and study his lower portions, but was too embarrassed to do so. Unknowingly, Becky had set the stage. He had said "I've already had a nice look at them,' and Becky had willingly allowed herself to remain exposed. Her breasts had been mentioned, so it seemed Mr. Jones was now free to openly admire her body and comment on it. Also, he did not seem embarrassed at being totally naked in front of her. Mr. Jones was married. His wife was about ten years younger than he was, and she seemed nice enough. Becky saw her regularly at church and sometimes in town when she was shopping. Mrs. Jones was not very attractive in the face, just 'plain' you might say. But her body, especially her breasts, seemed more than ample under her clothes, and Becky immediately wondered how her own body compared to this man's wife. He had gotten fairly close to her now, and Becky sensed that she should somehow bring this to a close. Mr. Jones was wading closer to the shore than Becky was, and as a result, his penis never dropped into the water, where it would be concealed. He was deliberately doing that so that Becky could see his penis, but of course she didn't know that. He was already thinking ahead. 'The longer I stand naked before her, the more used to my nudity she becomes. Soon I may be able to get closer to her.' Becky was afraid to look down at him, but she could see that it looked like he was a little bit larger down there then he had been before. As a matter of fact, his penis was growing, returning to its normal dangling length as it warmed in the sun. Also, seeing Becky naked and talking about her nude body was having its effect. He was only three feet away now and Becky tried to look Mr. Jones directly in the eyes to avoid any appearance of wanting to see his penis. "I'd better be going now. I was just cooling off." "That's all right young lady. I was just leaving, so you can stay." He waded right past her, just inches away and heading towards the very bank from which she had come. "My clothes are right there," he said, nodding towards the bank. Becky turned and looked, in the process allowing him a good look at her breasts as she twirled around. Becky could have kicked herself. His clothes were right there on the side of the bank, within maybe six feet of where she had lain her dress and underthings, and she hadn't even noticed them. "I see that you put your clothing near my things. Didn't you see mine?" Becky was intrigued once again as she now saw his naked rear for the first time as he climbed the bank. She could even see how the short hairs on the crack of his ass held water, which gleamed in the sunlight. "No, I must have been daydreaming. I would never have came into the water, with no clothes that is, if I had seen them." Mr. Jones stopped with his back to her and spoke. "I understand, but I'm sure glad that you did. I've enjoyed seeing you naked, your top half that is, and knowing that I am the first ever to do so. Someday some very lucky young man is going to marry you, and then he'll be able to explore you all over." His use of the word 'naked' almost hit Becky like a slap. It actually brought out into the open and into the discussion the fact that she, that they were both naked, very naked. He was on the bank now and above her as he suddenly turned towards Becky. The area of his hips was now eye level to her and she saw his organ from a side profile at first and gasped and stared in shock and surprise for an instance before quickly looking away. His penis had suddenly gotten much larger. She didn't know, but it was almost fully erect as he turned, with his penis pointing straight out to the front. As he completed his turn, it was pointed towards her! Becky wanted to see something she had never seen before. Someday, a man would use one of those on her, and she had always been curious. Mr. Jones was willing to help her with her curiosity, it seemed when he softly said, "Don't turn your head." She had begun to look away, and when Becky slowly turned her head back and looked at his penis, while trying not to appear anxious to do so, he smiled. "That's right," he said softly, but loud enough for Becky to hear. "I didn't want to frighten you too much so I moved on past you first before I allowed this to happen. It's all right. I know that you're curious. Go ahead and look at me, I want you to." The sudden change in his body had caught her by surprise, but now he had given her 'permission' to look. With her mouth opened, Becky stared in wonder at the penis, now looking long and hard, and with the long and thickish foreskin still covering the head, but barely. The head, covered by the foreskin, was obviously wider than the shaft. Becky was not really aware of the wider portion being a 'head.' All she knew was that the end of his penis under the foreskin was wider than the shaft. The foreskin, where it wrapped around his head, looked like it was tightly stretched, and was very smooth and shiny. The ridge at the bottom of the head was visible right through the skin. She was looking at his dick, and that was all he needed. As Becky stared in awe, his penis continued to grow, pointing more upright until it was pointing at an angle slightly higher than straight out from his body. As it stiffened the foreskin was pulled back slightly more. At the tip of his penis, part of the head was now showing through an opened part of the foreskin. The hole from where things flowed forth was visible. She felt her face flush, and knew it must look red. Do you want to see me pull back the skin so you can see what's underneath?" Mr. Jones was keeping his hands away from his penis, but he was sort of thrusting his hips forward to add emphasis as to the way his penis was angling upward. Becky continued to stare, and she swallowed the lump in her throat as she slowly nodded a 'yes.' She didn't really know what to expect, but she was certainly willing to look. Becky was standing to his left so he needed to use his right hand so her view would not be blocked. He reached for his penis, placing his right hand back about halfway on the shaft. He looked into Becky's face to make sure she was watching. As Becky stared, Mr. Jones slowly began peeling the foreskin back over his glans as he continued watching her face. The opening in his foreskin seemed to be a little too small for the width of his head and Becky could see that the skin was being stretched even more as the skin came back over the widest part of his head as he pulled. Finally it came back all the way and down towards the shaft, exposing the purple head completely to her view. The foreskin now seemed to wad up and wrinkle all around the shaft behind the head. Because of the thickness of his head and the tightness of his foreskin, his skin would remain pulled back behind the head while he was erect unless he physically moved it with his hand. His foreskin had always been tight, and Mr. Jones had not been able to pull it back and totally expose his head until almost reaching his teen years. Even now, after many thousand masturbating strokes and hundreds of lovemaking sessions, the skin remained tight. If he started having intercourse and had not pulled the skin back first, there was a possibility that the skin might remain over his head for the entire session and lessen the pleasure he felt. Of course, if he continued to do that, his could control his impulse to climax to a much better degree. His wife had asked him about it, and they had discussed it at some length and made the decision that 'once in a while' they would have sex in his 'covered mode' and they would spend more time making love. Of course if Mr. Jones quit trying to control it, he could still reach his orgasm with the skin forward. Apparently, with Becky watching, Mr. Jones had only needed a few more seconds to reach full size, and that one backstroke did the trick. Now fully erect his penis no longer pointed straight out and slightly upward. Now it was pointing almost straight up skyward as he released his hand to allow Becky a better viewing. That head now looked longer and fatter, and it was smooth looking and even seemed to shine in the sun. Mr. Jones had done it slowly, putting on a show for Becky, and seeing the pulling back of his foreskin and the revealing of his head had been one of the most exciting things Becky had ever experienced. Her heart was pounding as she stared at it with opened lips and wide eyes. Mr. Jones shook his hips very slightly side to side, making his penis wave back and forth. "This is what happens to a man when he is excited about his woman and wants to be inside her body and make love to her. Now you have seen it for yourself, and have some idea of what to expect after you are married." Becky managed to look scared before Mr. Jones had a chance to go on. He tried to reassure her. "Don't worry young lady, I'm not going to touch you, but I would sure appreciate seeing your lower half just like you have seen mine. You not only have seen me in the natural state, but also when I am aroused. It would only be fair. Just step up out of the water far enough for me to see more of you. It will be our little secret, and of course I will never tell anyone." Actually, since Mr. Jones had already seen her lovely tits, he knew that he had seen his share already. He had seen her tits fully revealed in their size, and she had seen his penis fully revealed in its size. It was not quite a tit for tat, but rather a 'Tit for that,' you might say. But whatever else he could see, he would gladly accept. Wanting to fix it in her memory, Becky continued to stare at his arousal, now looking to be past seven inches in length though she was not trying to measure it in her mind. The entire body of the penis was white from lack of tan, but the pulling back of the foreskin had shown her that the head was darker, almost a purple in color. It made his penis appear to be made up of two different components and then attached, especially with the difference in width between the shaft and the thicker head. The veiny shaft also seemed to curve slightly off to his left. He began to speak very softly to her and in confidence. "You are the only woman Becky, or girl, to ever see my penis in a full state of erection like this, except for my wife. Now you know what I have, and how much I have to offer her. It is a secret that is now shared between the three of us, but of course my wife must never know that you have seen it." Becky nodded that she understood, and wanted to thank Mr. Jones for sharing this with her, but she remained silent, instead giving him a little smile. He wanted to see more of her. Again he spoke softly. "And now that I have shared a secret with you, you can share your body with me, in secret." Making her decision without much reluctance, Becky slowly nodded as she waded forward towards him enough that her pubic hair came into view. He was on shore and a couple of feet higher than Becky, so he kneeled down into a squatting position in order to better view her. Kneeling, he was keeping his knees wide apart so that she could still see his nakedness. His penis almost touched the ground as he kneeled and it bounced downward. Becky could see though, that his testicles were indeed, touching the ground. They had also warmed in the sun and were beginning to dangle. She could even see drops of water running down his testicles and onto the ground. And on the tip of the head of his penis, she could see a shiny drop. Is that water, or something else? Her heart pounding, Becky came slowly up the bank and stopped about three feet from Mr. Jones. This placed her vagina about a foot higher than his eyes, so that he had to look up in order to see it. Unknown to her, this provided him a much better angle for viewing. She was having very mixed feelings. As Mr. Jones stared at her, Becky strangely felt herself wanting to please him. She didn't owe him anything, but for some reason she felt as if she did, and needed to repay him in any way he pleased. He had shown her his penis, and still was. Only Mrs. Jones knows what it looks like, and now me. It looks so long, so big and hard. "Now stand with your legs a little further apart." It was asking a lot of her, but Becky slowly shuffled her left leg to the side so that her legs were no longer together at the knees. The shore was sandy here, and not uncomfortable for her feet. He looked at her vagina with sort of a frown as he tipped his head sideways, and she sensed that it was not far enough, so she moved her left leg another six inches to the left. Now she was opened a goodly amount, and could even feel the coolness of the air as a little breeze slowly moved through her lips, which were still dripping from the stream. Mr. Jones stared at her for several seconds. He was below her, and Becky could see not only the top of his head, but his penis as it jutted out down below. Becky thought that she could see his penis twitching as he looked at her. He was not looking up into her face, so she felt free to openly stare at his penis. It was pointing almost straight up, and at her face. She could see that that wet spot had enlarged and was now hanging out and down from the head for maybe two or three inches. She should have quickly brought this to a close, but she remained in place, perhaps another 15 seconds. "Is that enough?" Becky looked into his face now as he raised his eyes. She tried to smile and pretend that she was not seeing his penis, which now seemed to have a string of fluid dangling from the tip. If it kept going like that, it would soon be touching the ground. "Yes. Thank you. You are lovely everywhere. Your face, your breasts, and your lower regions all look like God created them for some lucky husband to enjoy. You know," he paused and then went on, "it's almost a shame that only one man will get to enjoy you in ways than can create so much pleasure." He had tossed out a hint, and if she had taken it, he would have taken her. But Becky was innocent, and did not catch the fact that he was making a subtle request. "Yes. Someday I'll be married and that man, whoever he is, will get to see me, and." Becky paused, too embarrassed to venture more. Mr. Jones smiled but sadly as he realized there would be no chance for knowing Becky in intimate ways unless he asked right out, and he was afraid to do that. Still, he wanted to finish her sentence for her. "He will see you naked and his penis will grow, perhaps as large as mine, maybe not. Then he will want to put it inside you, and you will be expected to take it. It may hurt at first, but eventually, if everything is right, you will learn to like it." Becky nodded, knowing that he had finished the sentence she had been afraid to say, even the part about the size. "Now we shall have our little secret that we can share for the rest of our lives." With that, Mr. Jones stood up, and his penis seemed to leap skyward and then fall back again so that it was pointing directly at Becky's face. The string fell away from his penis and onto the bank, but in seconds the string had been replaced with still another. Mr. Jones saw it, and how Becky was staring at it in open fascination. Maybe he could prolong this! He grasped his penis and milked outward. Becky watched, fascinated at seeing the foreskin seem to bunch up and then open up as it slid once again over the head. More fluid emerged, and the string grew longer. "This fluid, Becky, is designed to make it slippery so that this, and he pointed his penis directly at her again as he emphasized it with his hand, "will be able to slip into something small, like what you have there." As he said there, he looked directly at her vagina. Then he almost shocked her with a question. "Would you like to feel it, to see how slippery it is?" Mr. Jones realized, as soon as it had slipped out, that she might think he was asking her if he could place his penis within her instead of the intended 'would you like to feel the slippery juice with your fingers?' And that was exactly the way Becky heard it. She thought he was asking if he could put his penis within her. She looked at his penis, at his shininess, and hesitated. She was seriously thinking about it. She was aroused, although the feeling was new to her. Becky was about to ask if he would be gentle and not hurt her when he, without realizing where she was headed, corrected his question. "What I meant to say Becky, was would you like to feel how slippery it is with your fingers?" Becky said, "Oh," and nodded her head dumbly. He sensed that she was afraid to touch him so he reached down with two fingers of his right hand and dipped them into the string that was now dangling down almost six inches. The string wrapped around his fingers and he held them out. "Here, feel how slippery." Becky swallowed, and then, her hand shaking slightly, reached out and allowed him to touch her fingers with his. She trembled as their fingers came into a first contact between them, and she felt a strange tingling between her legs. He dabbed some of the clear fluid onto her fingers and said, "Now run your fingers over it." Becky did as requested and was surprised. It was so smooth and slippery feeling, and she began running her fingers around and around together, marveling at the feel. "You see, with that fluid, a man can enter into a woman and it will, in most cases, feel good to her rather than hurting. The fit between them could be quite tight, like it probably would be between your little vagina and my penis, which is rather large." He hesitated, looked at her first and knew what she might be imagining in her mind, then added, "and a woman has her own fluid too, when she is aroused, and she gets slippery inside." Becky continued to run her fingers around one another and softly mumbled, "I understand." She still was considering the possibility of allowing this man to know her body in intimate, forbidden ways. She could not help but think of that 'tight fit' he had mentioned. "Later," he went on, "when the lovemaking has been going on for a while, the man reaches," Mr. Jones hesitated. He was going to say 'reaches his orgasm,' but that would end his explanation a little too quickly, and she might not know what that meant. He wanted to describe the intimate act in more detail though it meant being perhaps a little too graphic for her ears and see if he could possibly arouse Becky. So after a second's hesitation he added, "after the man has placed his penis into her there" he said, pointing at her vagina, "and moved his penis back and forth and in and out of her. actually, 'in and out' is just a phrase," he added. "Once the man goes inside her, he usually goes forward and backward, but keeps his penis inside of her most of the time." He looked to Becky for acknowledgment, received it, and went on. "They both become very excited because, well because it feels so good." Wanting to emphasize how it would feel to her, he hesitated, and added, "and if the man is doing it right for the woman, it feels the same for her too. It feels very, very good. Then, after they have been making love for a while, maybe with a lot of kissing, and when the time is right, he becomes even more excited. It's like a pressure building up inside the man and finally it all just 'lets go' inside and another kind of fluid comes out." He hesitated when Becky seemed to frown, so he pointed and explained: "Another kind of fluid comes out here," and he placed a finger on the tip of his penis, directly over the hole. That fluid, called 'semen' looks thicker than this clear fluid and is whiter in color. That is the fluid that creates babies, thought it can only happen at certain times of the month for the woman." He had been quick to add the last part, just in case she might want to try anything, anything at all. As Mr. Jones was speaking, he milked his penis again, and a larger string of pre-cum dripped out, and fell onto the ground. There was silence as Becky stared in awe at how much pre-fluid there had been. When she made no comment, he felt suddenly embarrassed about what he had been doing. All he had to do at this point was to ask, to suggest, and she would be his for the taking. But he dared not ask. "So now you know why I was dripping." Feeling self-conscious now, he slowly walked over to the heap of clothes and began dressing, pulling his trousers over damp legs and having to take time to stuff his penis, still erect, into his fly. Apparently he had not been wearing any kind of underwear today. Becky felt that she should say something as she watched him dress. Without thinking about it, she was continuing to stand with her legs wide apart. "Thank you, Mr. Jones, for the lesson. I didn't know all that." Mr. Jones seemed embarrassed now at what he had said and done. He merely smiled and nodded as he tucked his shirt in and buttoned his fly. After slipping on his boots, he seemed to hesitate. Becky could see that his penis was bulging in his trousers. Mr. Jones wanted to say something more to her, she could tell, but then he thought better of it. He turned to leave, and she spoke. "I have a friend, Joannie Waters. She's supposed to meet me here at noon." Becky hesitated, afraid to say what she was thinking. "Yes, Becky?" There was hope in his voice. "Joannie is supposed to get here about noon." Becky repeated again, and then hesitated, still unable to continue with what she was thinking. Mr. Jones sensed that if there was time, who knows? Was it possible that this lovely gal also wanted him to display himself to her girlfriend? What a thought! He knew Joannie, having also seen her at church and a few functions. She was a little doll, but if he had to choose, Becky was the girl he would love to fuck if he ever dared to ask and she allowed it to happen. He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a watch on a fob. He was elated as he saw the time. "It's just half past eleven," he said, barely able to conceal his excitement. "She won't be here for another half-hour if she comes on time. What is it that you want to say?" Becky gulped. Then gathered up her nerve. "You still look like you, like it is up, I don't know what you call it." He laughed. "Yes, my penis if that is what you are referring to is still 'up'. We call that being hard, or erect. That is two terms you can use to refer to my, shall we say, condition?" He was being casual about it, giving Becky the nerve to speak her piece. "You mentioned other stuff coming out. White and thicker that makes babies. Could I see it? I mean, not in me, just." She hesitated, afraid to ask him any further. She did not exactly know about a climax, or what it was called. But she knew that something further had to happen to make the 'white stuff' come out. If he needed to put it inside her first, she would allow that. Mr. Jones was elated. She wanted to see him come and boy did he ever need just that! "I understand. You want me to show you what the juice that makes babies looks like. For that to happen, since I won't be inside you, or a woman", he quickly added, I have to play with it until I reach what is called an 'orgasm.' That is the point that feels best when a man and a woman make love. It all feels good, but that is the best feeling of all, although it only lasts for maybe.fifteen seconds. "A woman feels an orgasm too," he was quick to add, "if the man, her husband is doing it right. Tell you what. You stand up here on the bank while I stand down in the water. I will make it come out, while you keep an eye down the road once in awhile so that no one sees me." He smiled at her. "If I get to look at your body while I do it, I can make it happen much quicker." He hesitated, then decided to 'include' her in what was about to happen. "Since you are right here, and I will be looking at you, I will be thinking about doing it, making love with you as I look at you." Once again dropping a hint, he had placed special emphasis on the word 'you.' "Don't be embarrassed about that, but I just want you to know I'll be pretending in my mind that I'm inside you and doing it with you because I'm seeing you. Is that all right with you?" Becky actually felt disappointment that he was not going to place his penis within her. But still, she was going to get to see the juice he had talked about! Barely able to contain her excitement, Becky agreed, and slipping his clothes off, Mr. Jones stepped down into the water, going about knee deep. Then, with a sudden change of heart, he climbed back onto level ground again. He looked into Becky's eyes and down at himself. "Do you want to touch it once just to see how it feels?" His penis was pointing up at her, from less than a foot away from her lower portions, although because of his longer legs and the length of his penis it was closer to her belly button than her vagina. Becky licked her lips. She was afraid to touch it, but Mr. Jones seemed to want her to do so. Also, she was curious, very curious. Becky hesitated, then, making what possibly was the most adventurous move of her life to date, she slowly reached out with her right hand. Staring intently so that she could also see exactly what she was touching, Becky very gently wrapped her fingers around the shaft, just below the head. His head, being wider, actually almost blocked her view of her fingers. Becky held still, barely daring to breathe. Her heart was pounding as she held the strange, warm meat in her hand. Her longest middle finger could touch her thumb, but barely. She hesitated, then dared to say what she was thinking. "It feels so, so hard, and yet so soft at the same time." Her voice sounded almost like a child as she gave him a gentle squeeze. He laughed, then gave her a warm smile. "Can I feel your breasts while you feel me?" The question caught her completely by surprise, but Becky took it in stride. What he was asking to do was way less than what she might have been willing to allow him to do. "I guess that would be all right, fair, I mean. I feel you, you feel me." Inside, Becky's heart was pounding. She was extremely excited, more so over the adventure of learning something new rather than the sexual aspects of it. What was happening she knew was absolutely forbidden, and a sin in the eyes of her Lord, but she could not stop what was happening. Mr. Jones could not believe what was happening. In just an instance, he had gone from putting his boots on and walking away, to fondling Becky's breasts while she was holding his penis, and he was going to get to come! Becky trembled as Mr. Jones reached out with both hands and almost timidly cupped her breasts. Her heart pounded as he squeezed them very gently, once twice, and once again. "Oh Becky. These are nice, very nice. You have beautiful breasts." The next time, as he adjusted his fingers and knowing now that Becky was not going to change her mind, he gave her a good squeeze, taking both entire breasts into his hands, although she had more than his hands could cover. Then holding onto them, he spoke. "Go ahead, give it a squeeze and then a stroke up and down." Becky did just that, stroking upward and in the process bringing his foreskin along for the ride. She stared in awe, fascinated at the way his skin tightly covered the head while at the same time more pre-fluid poured out and over her fingers. Then she lowered her hand, having to use a little bit of strength because the foreskin was such a tight fit. She pulled the skin along as she went all the way to the bottom until her bottom finger went deep into his pubic hair. She came up once again, just one last stroke, and sure enough, more fluid magically poured forth. "Just think, Becky. If we were married, while we were kissing, I would be putting that inside of you, in that magic place down there. Do you think it would feel good?" He was still holding her breasts in his hands and gently kneading them. She stared down at what she was holding almost in awe. It looked and felt very large to her. In actuality, Mr. Jones had a shaft that was thin in relation to his length, but his head was quite wide. If the thickness of his head had continued down the shaft, Mr. Jones would have a very impressive piece of manhood. As it was, it was still larger than average. Becky had no way of knowing how he compared to other men. All she knew was that this penis in her hand seemed very large, and it was like a toy that she wanted to play with, and explore. Mr. Jones wanted to know if she thought it would feel good inside her. During explorations in bed at night, she had touched herself inside, and she knew how small she felt. "I, I don't know. I've touched myself, down there, and I'm much smaller than, than this. It would hurt, I think." She ran her hand up over the head, feeling how wide his head was under her fingers, then pulled the skin down again, exposing the head. "It, this part up here." "That's what is called the 'head' Becky. That's the most common term." "Yes, the head, your head. It seems pretty wide, pretty big, and it would hurt me, I'm sure." "I know what your are thinking. Mrs. Jones, on our wedding night was afraid at first when she first saw and touched it. It took a while, and I was gentle, and once I had the head past her, at the beginning of her hole, then everything was fine." "Did she like it?" "Yes, very much so, in the following days." He hesitated. Perhaps he had played down the taking of his wife's virginity too much. He wanted Becky to continue to think of how large he was, and maybe have her think of him as being even larger. So he needed to use his wife as an illustration. Yet, at the same time, if he overdid it, Becky would be afraid to allow him to penetrate her, if it ever came down to it. He decided to cover his wedding night in a little greater depth. "I can trust you to keep this as a further secret between the two of us?" Becky nodded eagerly, sensing that she was about to hear something intimate and personal. "That first night between my wife and I was mostly a matter of adjusting to one another. She was tight down there, just like you say you are. "You're too big for me," she said. Her eyes got big and she said that as soon as she first saw me. I asked her if she wanted to 'wait,' which to be honest is the last thing I wanted to do. I knew that sooner or later we were going to have to have intercourse, but I was trying to be patient and understanding. But she felt around me with her fingers, right on the head there like you are doing now." Becky giggled, because she had been wrapping her fingers around the thick head of his cock at the same time he had told of his wife doing the same thing. She was feeling a little more confident now and less shy about what they were doing. She gave Mr. Jones a little squeeze and a stroke on his penis to encourage him. "My wife took a deep breath, said she wanted to become a woman and for me to do it quickly. I tried to be careful, but she still cried out in pain and began shaking and crying a little bit. I know this might sound kind of cold, but it was feeling so good to me that I was wanting to shove it all the way in. But after I stopped with it part of the way in, she insisted that I finish and I did, although to be honest I didn't last very long." "You mean that you.?" Yes, I was so excited that I had my orgasm. I, well, I put a lot of man juice into her, like you are going to see in just a minute." "What about your wife? What happened next? And does she like it now?" Wanting to hear it all, Becky continued to stroke his penis, slowly, gently and lovingly. "She got used to it, and now, even after her having children, I am still large enough that the fit is somewhat tight between us." "And now, how does she like it now?" Becky's voice sounded as if she was anxious to hear, and possibly aroused at hearing this story. "She wants to do it quite often. Not as much as when we were first married of course since we have been together for a long time, but she still enjoys it, and usually reaches her orgasm." Becky's face turned red as she realized how personal her questioning had been. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so personal." "That's all right Becky. That is how one learns, which is exactly what I am doing with your breasts at the moment." "Oh!" Mr. Jones was fondling her breasts lovingly now, kneading them and even touching her erect nipples. He had brought Becky around to the point of discussing possible sex between the two of them, and his heart was pounding. "Yes, if you and I were having sex for instance, it would hurt some, maybe more than a little bit the first time I put it in you, but after that, it would feel even better each time we did it. Eventually, with lots of kissing and feeling it going in and out, or rather, back and forth inside of you, you would also reach that point where it feels best, the place where I, I mean where the man shoots white stuff out. The woman also feels the same thing, the same sensations, although she doesn't shoot white stuff out. " Becky felt as if she was sharing something special with Mr. Jones as she replied, "Yes, I think I understand what it is you are talking about. I hope I have a happy marriage with a man that knows how to, how to make me happy." She gave him another stroke as she spoke, going all the way down and up again. By now, her fingers were soaked. Then embarrassed at what she had done but strangely feeling elated, she almost giggled as she released her grip. There was an awkward moment, and then Mr. Jones laughed softly. He had mentioned putting himself into her, but she had innocently asked about his marriage and gone on talking about her future marriage. That had dashed any hopes he had about doing more with her. "Thank you Becky. That felt very good, I want you to know. Now I'll show you that other fluid I talked about, and how it looks." With that, Mr. Jones reluctantly released his grip from her breasts and stepped down into the water once again. Becky in the meantime was rubbing her fingers together, again marveling at how slippery the fluid he had dribbled onto her felt. She felt a sudden urge to taste it, but resisted. "Now I'm below you a little bit. Stand there with your legs opened wide, real wide. I want to see inside you, where my penis would go if we were man and wife. I'll look at you while you watch me and watch for anyone coming." Becky placed her feet almost two feet apart, opening her slit almost as far as it would go without being digitally manipulated. And that is how it happened. Becky stared in fascination as Mr. Jones ran his foreskin back and forth, going over the head and then most of the way back on his shaft. Stroking himself slowly, Mr. Jones was worried about Becky's girl friend arriving and needed to hurry, but he was doing his best to hold back. Regardless, reaching his orgasm would not take long. The vision of her lovely little vagina completely exposed and opened before him was more than a man could take. From his low angle he not only could see her slit, but even a little hint of inside. The way that Becky was staring with fascination at his penis was adding to his excitement. Oh how he wanted to fuck her, to fuck Becky and bury himself as deep as possible inside her and feel her arms and her legs wrap around his body. But he didn't dare. He might have 'hinted' a little stronger to see how she would feel about that if it were not for the fact that her friend Joannie might arrive at any moment. If he were to be inside her, he would or could not complete the act in any case. There was always the fear of pregnancy. But to just slip his penis inside her, to take her virginity and be the first to show her how wonderful full penetration would feel, that would be something neither of them would ever forget. But of course, that was only a fantasy. Unknown to him, Becky was also thinking along those same lines. She should not allow him to take her virginity of course, but she was also wondering what it might feel like. That long thing, big around to her way of thinking, would hurt for sure. But what would it feel like? One minute after beginning, he spoke, his voice sounding ragged as he made an excuse for being so quick. He wanted to delay this so bad. But there was also the possibility that Joannie might show up, coming down that road. The last thing he wanted now was to not get to finish what they but especially he had started. "I usually take longer, but I don't want Joannie to catch us. Could you stand with your legs even further apart?" Becky found herself growing even more excited. She could sense what Mr. Jones was feeling and thinking. Wanting to please him, and thoroughly excited about what was happening, Becky moved her feet apart even wider, almost as far as her legs would allow. She almost lost her balance from her wide stance and regained it. Now her lips were opened as wide as possible without being touched by fingers, and Mr. Jones could not only see through her crack from front to back from his angle, but also was getting a better look up inside her, as much as her tightness would allow. But there was still more to be seen. "Could you use your fingers and pull yourself open? I'll be able to see what you look like down there if I were getting ready to put this.me inside you. That would make me very happy. Remember that I am thinking of having it inside you. Ooooh, I am almost there." Her heart pounding from excitement, Becky daringly did as he asked, reaching down with both hands and tugging herself opened. She looked into his face, smiled, and then stared down at his penis, which he was busily stroking. She had been thinking, wondering what it would be like to allow Mr. Jones to be inside her. 5698 1.66/512345