Sherry Sluts Around
“This story involves FM strap-on, FM pain (slight), voyeurism, suggested incest, FF fisting and objects, and hairy women fetish. Please send comments and vote!”
The kids were off visiting friends before they came home to pack for their trip. Her husband was at the office. It was perfect. Sherry opened the door and greeted the delivery man with a smile and a Bloody Mary. The guy”s name was Marty, and he”d been delivering their online purchases for nearly a year. He was still in college, he”d told Sherry once, and his company paid really well. “If you can deal with the hours,” he”d said, rolling his eyes, “and with all your co-workers wanting to—you know—get head all the time.” Marty was tall, handsome, athletic, and gay. His salvation from getting fired or beaten—or worse—was the fact that he didn”t mind blowing the rednecks he worked with. It wasn”t a question of victims” rights or discrimination; Marty was a laid back dude, and he had found a solution that worked out well for him and for his repressed, hard-up co-workers.
Actually, Sherry didn”t know much about co-workers. She had never worked a day in her life. A child of privilege, she”d gotten married straight out of college to Brian, who now kept her living in happy comfort, raising their kids and fucking his brains out. She hadn”t a single clue about working her way through school, about being a hot-assed 21 year-old delivery driver with biceps, peroxide-streaked hair, and a tattoo of a giant skull on his back.
“I want you to come in here for a minute, Marty,” she told him, giving him the drink, then taking the package and his hand at the same time. She simply began to back up, and he was obliged to follow her in. He was too polite to break her grip. He didn”t even sip the Bloody Mary.
“Mrs. West, I”m sorry, but I”ve got to keep my schedule. I get my pay docked….”
Sherry led him to her kitchen, then dropped his hand and pointed at the table. On it lay a small pile of twenty dollar bills. It surpassed his pay for the entire week. She watched his expression change, from worry to shock to confusion. He set the drink down next to the bills.
Sherry decided it was time to go for it.
“Fuck your schedule, Marty. Look at me.” He slowly raised his eyes to hers. She”d planned this out down to the last little detail, and it was going perfectly. She wore simple jogging shorts and a tank top, with no bra or panties. Her nipples had been nicely erect naturally, due to her extreme horniness, and she could feel moisture seeping from her cunt and beginning to trickle slightly down her thighs. She was certain she could smell it, and she guessed that her delivery man could, too. He surveyed her devilish expression, her carefully mussed hair, minimal makeup, her slightly sweaty neck and chest, her luscious breasts in the thin white tank top; he even took the time to stare all the way down her legs to her bare feet, and her $115 pedicure.
“N-nice toes, Mrs. West. Is… is that Nailtiques #2 you”re using?”
Sherry snorted and grinned, and Marty earnestly looked up again. “Fuck if I know. But you like them, huh?”
Marty nodded dumbly. Sometimes, all men were exactly the same.
Sherry, just as she had planned it, reached into the drawer next to her and pulled out a large black dildo, shaped exactly like a fat 10″ cock. It even had a base that consisted of two huge heavy latex balls, with their own small ridge on their backside, which was perfect for creating a nice bit of pressure and friction when a female body pressed up against it.
Marty simply stared with his mouth open, moving his eyes back and forth between the delicious-looking dong and the wild woman holding it.
Then Sherry held out her other hand, which still held the package he”d just delivered. Marty took the parcel immediately.
“Open it, baby,” Sherry hoarsely urged. “I ordered it just for you.”
Indeed, she had shopped online for many nights before she”d found just the right one. It had been shipped at just the right moment to coincide with the beginning of her independent time, which would start that next day, and now Marty was about to have an hour he”d never forget. He slowly ripped away brown paper and tape, then popped open the end of a plain white cardboard box. In short order, he pulled forth an invoice, which he handed to her, and then a black, soft, beautiful leather harness, which he held up between them. He was stunned and silent.
It had cost her a lot of money, but her husband didn”t care. The manufacturers constructed it to fit her measurements precisely, from the sweep of her waist to the flare of her hips to the exact length it took to tuck a soft strap snugly down inbetween her legs, tight against her pussy, tight inside the crack of her ass. It was made so that, if she wanted, she could attach a vibrator or dildo to point upwards—and inwards—so that she could impale both her own cunt and her own ass. And, of course, there was a ring and strap contraption in the front that served as an adjustable hole through which a large rubber cock could be inserted and held securely in place.
Sherry set the dildo on the counter so that it pointed straight up to the ceiling. She took a step back.
“Now, Marty, I want you to get this ready, OK? And I”ll get you ready.”
She approached the dumbfounded young man, sank to her knees, and unzipped his plain brown pants. They fell to his ankles. Sherry gasped and smiled up at Marty, who still simply stood there and watched her. He wore white Jocko”s, and there was a small stain at the head of the bulge that he somehow kept stuffed inside the microfiber. As she reached up and traced the outline of his cock with her elegantly manicured finger, she noticed it stiffened and strained to one side. Marty, in response, groaned. His legs trembled.
“Come on, Marty, let me have some fun with you,” Sherry crooned. She crooked her fingers inside his waistband and pulled the underwear to the floor. His long white penis sprang straight out to greet her. She grasped it at the base and delicately licked all the pre-cum from the tip. Marty groaned louder, and had to reach out for the counter to steady himself.
“Put that cock of mine in that strap, baby, come on,” Sherry urged, stroking him and watching his expression. “If you do that for me, I”m going to fuck you with it. And I promise you”ll love it. Just like you”re going to love this.” And she opened her mouth and swallowed half of his cock, pushing her face toward his pubes until her throat relaxed and his entire length could fit inside her mouth. Slowly, expertly, she raised and lowered her mouth on his cock, letting her throat get used to the penetration and discomfort, until she was rapidly deep-throating him. She herself was in a frenzy, because she loved giving head. One of her hands was gently cupping her delivery man”s nuts, but the other was up inside one leg of her running shorts, feverishly rubbing her soaked and slippery clitoris.
Soon there were huge ropes of saliva that dripped and hung from the edges of her mouth. They attached to her tank top then ran down her front, soaking her chest in her own mouth juices. Slobber sounds were loud and nasty in that kitchen, and soon Marty”s helpless moans were evident, too.
Fumbling eagerly, the young delivery guy got the rubber cock into the harness and adjusted the ring and strap to hold it. Tentatively, he reached out a shaking hand and held it against Sherry”s thrusting head, his fingers twining in her soft brown locks. He held the harness and cock down to his side so that it was in her line of sight, and he slowly began to thrust back, more and more, as her mouth and throat claimed him.
Finally, Sherry stood up and wiped her mouth and face, grinning. Her top was soaked, so she took it off, along with her shorts. Standing before him naked, her tits still shining and slick from her own drool, she held out her hand for the harness, then pointed to the living room just beyond the kitchen. Marty handed her the harness in a daze. He couldn”t look at her directly, but he did stare at the cock in her hand.
“Baby, strip off your clothes, your socks, your shoes, and get your fine ass on that carpet in there. On your knees.” Marty pulled off his shirt and other things and staggered toward the living room. Sherry followed, asking, “You need some lube, honey? K-Y or anything?”
Marty was on his knees now, and Sherry stood behind him admiring the view. His balls hung far below his taint. He looked like a dog on the prowl, with his nuts fat and low and his cock so swollen and protruding. It dripped obscenely on the carpet. His thighs were beautifully taut and muscular, and his ass-cheeks sang the praises of what must be a lot of stair-climbing and heavy lifting he had to do as a part of his job. His butt was muscular, tight, and nicely cracked around the hole. She could see his anus plainly. A nice wrinkled slit, a little gray around the outside, but a little pink toward the sweet spot in the middle.
He cleared his throat, and his asshole clenched to half its size. Sherry”s pussy twitched deliciously. “Um, I—I like, well, you know… Vaseline. It, um, heats up, sorta, you know… It gets hotter inside when it”s Vaseline, like with a little friction, but, you know… but really I don”t uh—well, whatever….”
Sherry chuckled softly, then said, “OK, hold on,” and padded quickly back to the kitchen and pulled the drawer open again. She”d gotten it all: K-Y Jelly, K-Y Liquid, Astroglide, Wet, Frixion, Ponds hand cream, Crisco, and Vaseline. Popping the top and leaving it on the counter, she carried the large container back to the living room.
“OK, now, big guy,” Sherry smoothly intoned. “You just relax and let me do what I know how to do….”
On her knees behind him, Sherry reached out and grasped his hanging, turgid cock. She began to slowly milk him. Down and slightly back, pinching harder at the end, up and down, over and over. As she found a rhythm that both of them liked, she opened her mouth, leaned in, and began to tongue his asshole. Marty moaned and gently pushed his ass back at her face, clearly trying to relax his hole and let her tongue deeper inside.
He tasted sweaty but sweet, and he was hairless, so Sherry quickly decided she wanted to give him a full-service rimming, just like she enjoyed with her husband. Rotating her face around and around, she swirled her tongue in and back out in varying degrees of pressure and depth. Sometimes she concentrated on tracing the outline of every little wrinkle and crack in his delicious southern rose. Sometimes she went in like a charging bull and stabbed as straight and as deep as she could. For nearly ten minutes she ate his ass like that, milking his cock with alternating hands, until he came in great spurts all over her Caracus berber.
Stepping quickly into the harness, she adjusted the fit with just two tugs on a leather strap. It was heavenly. The leather between her ass-cheeks rode high and tight, but not cutting at all. It just pressed and spread her crack nicely, while the bottom of it yanked up against her cunt with a sweet and tight seam that slid hard against her clit with every move. The cock inside its ring hung down at just the right angle. She looked down at it and gave it a few exploratory strokes. With a thrill, she realized that the balls and their dorsal ridge—all of which was pinned behind the ring—would indeed press perfectly against the top of her vulva, effectively priming her clitoral region with force and pressure until she came.
Marty, gasping, his back humped as he struggled for breath, was still thrusting and rotating his ass, as if Sherry”s face was still plastered down there munching on him. His asshole was a loose, wet slop of drool. He had her saliva running down the backs and insides of his thighs, and his balls were soaked. Groaning, he muttered into the carpet, “Oh, God, Mrs. West. Oh please, please, fuck me now. I want to come again.”
Sherry slathered her black cock with Vaseline, then scooped up a large glob on her fingers and pressed it against the ring of Marty”s ass. Soon his sphincter, inside and out, was coated in a thick mess of petroleum jelly. Sherry crouched over his ass and pointed the dildo directly at his hole.
“Get ready, Marty. I”m in the mood to ride….” And she slid the first two inches inside his ass.
“Mmmmm, yeah. That”s nice, Mrs. West.” Marty pushed his ass back, as he had before, obviously trying to present her with a relaxed and ready hole. “More? Please, ma”am?”
Touched by his good manners, Sherry decided against her original plan of rough impalement. Instead, she gave him one inch at a time, slowly and considerately, until all ten were buried fully inside his hot rectum.
“That”s the whole thing, baby,” She cooed. “Like it?”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck….” was all Marty could reply.
“Sounds like a plan,” Sherry breathed, and she began to pump his ass.
“Oh—yeah—fuck—yeah—” Marty groaned, rocking against her with each thrust. His back was a slab of beaded sweat and rippling muscle. The skull tattoo grinned at her rapaciously, undulating like a flag as his back hunched and strained.
With every bump and strain of friction, the ridge under the dildo”s balls pressed hard just above her clitoral hood. The effect was like pumping a primer bulb, like a blood pressure cuff about to burst. Soon, after only a few minutes of humping away, Sherry was right on the edge of one of her strongest orgasms ever.
“Yeah, oh fuck, your ass is sweet!” Sherry shouted down at her lover.
She came in gigantic throbs of heat that shot out of her cunt and blasted through every ounce of her body, bounced around, then raged right back down again, into her crotch. Her vision tunneled for a moment as a great spasm rattled her entire body. Tensing, unable to fuck Marty”s ass for a moment, her fingernails stabbed deeply into his meaty hips.
“Ow—oh! Oh, God!” Marty cried, and through the length of the dildo, up against her cunt, even trembling along the strap that spread her ass so nicely, Sherry could feel each strong contraction and release of the young man”s prostate. As he spurted his jism for the second time that hour, she enjoyed the remarkable surprise of being able to nearly feel his pleasure along with him.
Slowly pulling out, Sherry watched in amazement as Marty”s asshole remained wide open, dripping fluids. The Vaseline had turned to a liquid as viscous as water, running freely out over his balls and thighs. There was a little blood, too, and it turned the mix slightly pink. Sherry leaned back on her haunches, unstrapping the harness, watching the odd material pool on her exquisite carpet. Wouldn”t the maid have fun with that tomorrow!
Smiling gently at him, Sherry helped Marty to his feet and held his elbow to direct him to her master bathroom. She drew a bath in her giant garden tub as he stood in the shower, scrubbing roughly under a cold blast. Sherry couldn”t help but continue to admire his gorgeous muscles and tall frame as he twisted and turned behind the smoked glass of the shower door. As she tipped in some gardenia oil and bubbles, she sighed and said, “Well, honey, I guess we”re both lucky you”re gay. Because I could get really used to having a husband like you!” Even though she was joking, she spoke from a real admiration in her heart. Marty was like a younger, more beautiful version of her husband. He was the kind of man her husband was at that age, except that Brian was very solidly on the heterosexual side of the fence. Of course, both men liked a dildo in the ass, so her nostalgia and longing had an even deeper resonance.
As she slid into the fragrant water, Marty emerged, toweling off, from the shower. Sheepishly, he nodded at her and walked to the door of the large bathroom. Sherry was smiling enormously, elated at the extreme pleasure her dalliance had brought, but she was also proud of herself for executing such a perfect plan; there was proof, once again, that she was a first class rich-bitch whore.
Marty paused at the door and turned to smile at her. He nodded, but then dropped his eyes and humbly said, “Thanks a lot. I was scared to death, but it was great.”
Sherry laughed and asked him, “Why were you scared?”
But he didn”t answer. He”d already gone through the bedroom and out into the rest of the house. In just a few moments, she dimly heard the tires squealing on his delivery truck, then the engine revving as he sped up the street and out of her posh gated community. Sherry just smiled to herself and slumped a little heavier into her sweet warm bath, spreading her legs and masturbating, slowly and steadily, until she came again.
When she made it back into the kitchen a few hours later, she noticed the money was gone. So was the Bloody Mary, with only a large ring of water pooled on the counter to remind her that it had been there at all. A note, scrawled on the back of her invoice, lay nearby:
“Mrs. West, thanks again. I”ll get your glass back to you later. – Marty.”
Sherry wondered if she had a new regular fuck in her life, a thought that did not bother her at all.
* * *
Sherry”s husband was gone for the week. Brian was in South Carolina with his buddies playing golf. The kids were all at away camp for the rest of the summer. They”d taken their big family trip last month, and now they were each spending a little independent time. It was a tradition, once the kids got to their teens, and Sherry thought that it did them all a lot of good.
For three years, Sherry had been fucking anyone she could find during her independent time. It wasn”t even something she”d struggled with the first time, and the thrill of that realization was a bigger buzz for her than the actual act itself ever was. She knew she was a slut. A whore. She knew she was a filthy bitch who couldn”t control herself, and she loved it. That was her independent self, and she embraced it with her whole heart. Now at thirty-seven years old, she was convinced she was the sexiest she”d ever been. It was her time to get what she wanted.
Her only rule was that she had to keep it local. She fucked in her house, or else she fucked in her neighbor”s house, in the grocery store parking lot, in the alley behind the movie theater; all places familiar to her, close to her home, helping feel secure enough to let it all loose.
This time around, Sherry had set her sights on the new neighbors next door. The previous occupants—the O”Neils—had been very receptive to her independent adventures, even though they were both nearing sixty. Unfortunately, after a job transfer, the O”Neils packed themselves across the country. They sent her emails about their new neighbors, whom they were already fucking. Sherry, silly as it seemed, almost felt overburdened with a self-imposed pressure to seduce somebody—anybody—in that house next door!
As it turned out, the Pearsons were at least a decade younger than the previous occupants, and they had college-aged kids who”d both come home for the summer. There were four beautiful people over there who were about to be very happy they moved in next to Sherry Douglas, that was for sure.
They”d lived there for nearly six months already, and Sherry was in the habit of spying on them. As their parting gift to Sherry for all the fun, the O”Neils had wired their house with surveillance equipment after the buyers had it inspected. There were nine tiny cameras, six of them in the ceilings, disguised as just another little bump in the popcorn pattern up there. The other three were simply behind bathroom mirrors. The transmitters all fed into one master signal box, and it was actually hard-wired under the ground between the two houses, right into the Douglas”s bedroom. Sherry”s kids could be anywhere in the house, her husband in his office working, and she”d curl up on her bed and watch all the Pearson TV Network she wanted.
Although we were both soaked with pussy juices, we put our clothes back on and headed out to find David and Jeanette’s husband. Several hot almost-naked women touched me and told me we had put on a great show. The club was really crowded now and just walking through the crowd I felt many hands caressed my ass and breasts and fingers slide down and caress my pussy. It took a while to get back to our guys.
David invited Len and Jeanette to come back to our hotel with us and they agreed. We got our coats, but didn’t bother to put them on, and went out on the street half nude to find a taxi; fortunately, there were several waiting. Jeanette ended up on David’s lap and I was on Len’s. His cock was big and hard in his pants and I wiggled on it while he held me below my breasts. Len asked me if I was enjoying my trip to Washington, and, of course, I told him liked the Washington Monument best because it was so long and hard. He laughed and smiled, very cutely, so I had to give him a kiss. Fortunately, he took the kiss as an invitation and we were soon in a lip lock. He was very gentle and didn’t push me to much, which I really appreciated, but soon I felt Len’s hand slip down to my legs and up to my pussy. He pull my panties aside and slid his fingers into my hot cunt. I purred and saw David kissing Jeanette. He had her skirt up to her hips and I could see her pussy was drenched. David was lightly rubbing her clitoris and she was humping his hand. We were quite a sight when we arrived at our fancy hotel, pouring out of the taxi half nude, but made it quickly to the elevator. Once the door closed, Jeanette got down and fished out David’s cock to give it a little suck before we even got to our room. Len, meanwhile, was spreading my pussy juices on my ass and trying to twist one finger in there.
In our room, Jeanette stripped off and I took off my dress and was just in my g-string. Then we got on the bed and started tongue kissing. Len got behind me and rubbed his hard naked cock against my ass. David was doing the same to Jeanette. She moved over into a sixty-nine with David and hungrily sucked his cock. It made me really hot to see David lapping at her pussy. I gave Len a few licks on his cock and grabbed a condom. He put it on as I stood over him and rolled my sopping wet g-string off. I lowered myself on to him, and soon was pounding up and down with his fat cock in my pussy, squeezing it as hard as I could. Jeanette got up and straddled Len’s face so he could lick her. I slowed my assault on Len’s cock so she and I could kiss and play with each others nipples. I couldn’t believe how hot this all was, like a great wet dream, and I knew just what David’s part would be.
“David, please fuck my ass now,” I begged. David got behind me and eased his lubricated cock into my ass. The feeling of two cocks in me at the same time, David in my ass and Len in my pussy, was so amazing - feeling two hot throbbing cocks sliding in and out of me, totally filling me up, and with Jeanette kissing me and sucking and biting my nipples. I was just moaning and saying “oh fuck yessssss” over and over until, with a burst, my orgasm grabbed me and I was groaning deeply. With a muffled grunt, since Jeanette was on his face, Len also came hard and I could feel his cock twitching in my pussy. Jeanette asked if she could fuck David now, so he pulled out of my ass and put on a condom. David laid down and Jeanette got up onto his cock while I sat next to them and kissed him, tasting Jeanette’s juices on his face. His face was flushed and he looked so hot getting fucked by Jeanette that, in no time, I knew I needed to cum again. I sat on David’s face, smothering him with my pussy juices. She fucked him hard and fast, and with an enormous moan David came, shooting all the cum he had saved up during the day.
David rolled to the side and Jeanette and I got into a sixty-nine, with her on top. While I sucked on her swollen clit, Len got behind her and rammed his cock into her ass. I licked her clit and lapped at her pussy until I saw her husband’s balls contract and heard him grunt that he was cumming; he pulled out and shot his cum all over Jeanette’s ass and my face. I redoubled my efforts licking her as she licked me and plunged her fingers into my hot cunt and ass, until with a loud moan, she came again and gushed her pussy juices all over my face. The bed was soaked.
Then David got behind me and fucked my pussy while Jeanette licked my clit and her husband put his cock in my mouth. David fucked me hard, ramming into me again and again. Suddenly I could feel his cock erupt in my cunt. I came too, and then Jeanette’s husband showered my breasts and Jeanette with cum.
We were all wasted. We grabbed a few drinks from the mini-bar and relaxed before Jeanette and her husband hopped into our shower, dressed, and headed home. I was exhausted from the amazing sex. David and I showered together and washed each other and kissed. We curled up on the clean bed and fell asleep again in each other’s arms. We slept until eleven the next morning, made our way to the airport, and then headed to our homes alone.
Cindy said to me, “It looks as if your wife is getting a pretty good going over too,” as Don was now running his hands all over her body. Then, as we watched, he led her backward a few feet to the bench and sitting down forced her to sit in his lap on his left thigh. He then resumed the message only this time his right hand made its way slowly down her stomach to between her legs. Jeanne had her knees and thighs squeezed tightly together but that did not stop him. With his left arm around her, he continued to fondle her oil cover tits while his right hand was busy between her legs. By now she was leaning back against his shoulder for support as she moaned and mumbled that he shouldn’t be touching her there. But the touching and movement continued and in a short time, as we watched, her breathing grew more rapid followed by her eyelids closing tightly and then the veins in her neck became taught, her face grew red, her body stiffened and she let out a long low moan. He looked at me and said, “That was for me, the next one will be for you.”
Cindy was shaking with excitement and said to me, “I didn’t think he could do it, I really didn’t think he could make her come.” Then she said, “Look at them,” referring to the crowd, “There’s sixteen guys standing there watching. All of them have hard-ons and all of them have one common thought and that’s what it would be like to stick their cock between your wife’s legs.”
As I looked around at all the bulging swim trunks, Cindy said to me, “Just imagine, sixteen guys with an average of six inches each means there is a total of eight feet of rock hard penis all wanting to go into the same place.”
Then she said, “Speaking of hard, look around at all the ladies. It looks as though their nipples are trying to punch their way out of their bathing suits,” As my eyes wandered from their heaving chests to their eyes some of them met my gaze with a blush or a smile, some of them looked down at the ground but most of them were staring at my hardness. And as I looked, Cindy continued saying, “I personally guarantee that there isn’t a dry pussy in the group and more than a few of them, including me, are fantasizing what it would be like to have this inside them right now,” as she wiggled my penis up and down. I caught the eye of a beautiful brunette in a white bathing suit whom I had talked to at length less than an hour earlier. Her dark nipples were outlined through her suit and as I looked at her she blushed uncontrollably, glancing down at my penis and then back to my eyes with a look on her face of pity as if she would like to help me if she could. Little did I ever realize when I was talking to her that she would ever see me like this and with that thought, if possible, my cock got a little harder.
Don’s voice brought me back to reality from almost a trance-like state, announcing that just like her husband, getting a spanking had evidently caused a small swelling between Jeanne’s legs also, and he wanted everyone to see it.
He then locked his ankles and knees inside of hers and steadily forced her legs widely apart. Jeanne was panting and pleading with him not to do it but his strength was too much for her. Then with his left hand reaching around her small waist, he spread the lips of her womanhood apart, revealing to all, the swollen pink erection of my lovely wife’s clitoris. Everyone stared in fascination at the little bud glistening in the sunlight. When he was sure all had time to memorize what they were seeing he used the middle finger of his right hand to gently flick, roll and rub it as Jeanne moaned and cried with embarrassment and pleasure.
Cindy warned me not to say anything because she said she didn’t think my raw bottom could stand the kind of spanking he would no doubt give me if I interfered. This time Don was slow and deliberate bringing Jeanne three times to the brink of orgasm and three times stopping before she came. He had her where he wanted her as her hips gyrated and thrust to continue the contact each time he removed his finger. He wanted her to beg him to make her come in front of me, and his satisfaction was complete when she pleaded with him to get it over with.
She was not the only one moaning as some of the girls watching were visibly flexing their pubic muscles and under the pretext of folding their arms across their chests were, in fact, rubbing their own nipples. One guy was standing tightly against the back of his wife where her one hand disappeared behind her back apparently reaching for the hardness in his trunks.
My cock strained, engorged as never before, as I watched Don touch the spot that only I had touched before. Embarrassment gave way to passion and the need for release as Jeanne cried, grunted and moaned with each stroked of his thick finger and this time he allowed her the orgasm she was looking for. Her whole body stiffened, her toes pointed and her eyes rolled back as she rapidly inhaled and exhaled about five times, held her breath for about ten seconds with her face contorted and then let out a muffled scream that seemed to echo through the surrounding trees.
Everywhere I looked, bodies were sweating profusely and not from the heat of the day. Cindy could barely speak and panted telling me that if she had a choice she would mount me right there and ride me until dark. She said, “It seems such a shame to waste this sweet little cock on a hand job,” but she said she knew I needed to come now more than anybody.
Taking my rigid penis between her thumb and two fingers she rhythmically slid them slowly up and down the short distance from the base to its purple head. The contrast of her dark skin against the pinkness of mine made her movements even more dramatic. With her left hand she continued to explore everything from my cheeks, through my legs, to my aching balls. She turned the head of my organ back and forth as if she was turning a radio dial and then ran the tips of her fingernails backward up the underside of my shaft caused it to go into convulsions of its own. Between her two hands, no area was left untouched or untickled.
I held back as long as I could, knowing that every eye there was glued to that 4 1/4″ area. But the stimulation, the excitement, the embarrassment and the need to release was too much and as I strained against the inevitable, what should have been a private act turned into the ultimate public humiliation as, with a cry, I exploded in a gushing, body shaking climax spurting spasm after spasm of creamy liquid into the air for all to see. My body went limp and I felt dizzy as Cindy proceeded to pump my little penis dry.
Given the state of arousal in the crowd, an orgy might have followed had not Jeanne demanded that we be untied.
A silence hung over the crowd as she said in a small steady voice addressing everyone and no one, “You have violated us in just about every way possible. You’ve seen parts of our bodies that you never should have. You’ve forced us to do things that should have remained private. You’ve humiliated my husband in front of me and me in front of him but you have destroyed nothing. I love my husband now more than ever and I would not love him any less if his penis was two inches long.”
By now we were both untied and someone offered Jeanne a towel that she used to wipe the oil off her body and then threw into the pool. She continued, “You are all to blame. You could have stopped this but you didn’t, and you call yourselves friends.” She walked by me and said under her breath, “Trust me!” Then approaching Don she said, “And you are the worst of all. You unmanned my husband by viciously spanking him and made him cower and cry like a child while you forced me to watch. You could have embarrassed him in a hundred different ways but you chose to humiliate him in the worst possible way and all just to boost your own ego, you, whom I thought I once loved and thought loved me in return.” She then said, “What are you so proud of, what do you have packed inside those shorts that makes you feel so superior?”
He seemed frozen in place as she reached out with both hands and tugged at the top of his swimming trunks pulling them halfway down his buttocks and exposing pubic hair. Then with a second tug she pulled them down to his knees. What she released brought a gasp from many there including Jeanne, who quickly recovered her composure.
Big, would be an understatement as she had exposed one of the longest, thickest erections I’m sure anyone there had ever seen. Her voice softened as she rubbed her naked breasts against his arm and said, “Why didn’t you tell me back in high school how huge you were?” Without waiting for an answer she continued, “And look at those balls, as long as we are naming cocks today, yours should be called ‘Trigger’.”
Reaching out, she took hold of his giant organ, her small hand not quite able to encircle it, and slowly stroked it up and down while turning to me and saying, “Look honey, he’s twice as big as you are. I’ll bet he’s bigger soft than you are hard.” As I stood there watching them, I looked down at my still hard penis and the difference made me feel very inferior. No one offered me anything to cover my nudity and it seemed pointless now to hide what everyone had so intimately seen. So I stood there naked and exposed as visual size comparisons were made.
Jeanne then started to tickle his balls with her right hand as she increased the stroking rhythm with her left. With my penis once again throbbing I could not help but notice the expression of surprise and satisfaction on Don’s face as he stood there with his hands on his hips watching my naked wife manually pleasure him.
Then, without warning, it happened! Don’s eyes bulged in shock and surprise as Jeanne had his balls gripped in a vise-like hold. Her fingernails dug deeply into the soft underside of his scrotum and she was backing him up slowly toward the pool. Twice he almost tripped on his swimming trunks which had fallen around his ankles. The pain must have been excruciating because he was up on his toes and struggling to catch his breath. His cock had lost a great deal of its rigidity and gave Jeanne an excellent handle to guide him with. The whole time she was asking him why he was going soft, wasn’t he man enough to keep an erection, and didn’t she excite him anymore? Then, when she had steered him to within a foot or two of the pool, she stopped and screamed into his face, “If you ever touch me or my husband again, I’ll tear your fucking nuts off!” She then let go of his balls and gripping his cock with both hands pulled it toward the sky while at the same time, bringing her knee up, catching him full in the groin.
As he doubled over at the waist from pain, she again brought her knee up, this time connecting with his nose, the force of which sent him hurtling backward into the pool.
With blood gushing from his nose and his trunks tangled around his feet, I thought for a moment that he might drown as he sputtered, coughed and gurgled in the water.
Jeanne then turned her back on him and turned her attention to the people milling around in small silent groups. Still naked, she went up to each of them, telling them that we had to leave, thanking them for their help and shaking hands with each and everyone there. Some of the girls were now crying and tried to hug her but she kept moving from one to the next. With a few of the men, including the guy who held her in the pool, she took their hands in hers and made them cup her breasts while their wives watched, telling them to feel her firmness and remember what they did there today.
When she had finished, she returned to me and said’ “Let’s go home, we’ve had enough excitement for one day.” At that moment I don’t think I ever loved her more and as we walked, I noticed for the first time she was limping slightly. When I asked her about it she replied, “Big cock, hard nose.”
Don was nowhere to be seen and neither was Cindy. She was probably in the house caring for his wounds and I thought with a smile, that if she did her job well enough, she might ride something bigger than me until dark.
We washed under the outside shower to remove the oil, then found the bag containing our clothes on the back patio and without dressing, walked hand in hand around to the front of the house. It was then that Jeanne looked at me and said, “You know, they were right, you do have a cute little weewee.”
We walked through the gate of the high fence surrounding the back yard and headed for our car. Don’s neighbors stopped what they were doing to gawk at our nudity and we both laughed as one guy almost ran over a bed of flowers in the path of his riding lawn mower. Cars slowed in the street as we dressed. They had to know that Don was throwing a party from the number of vehicles there. Let him explain to them what kind of a party it was. We didn’t care, we would never return there again.
A few days passed before Jeanne or I fully discussed what happened that afternoon but when we did I felt much better. Only then did I learn from her that although she was mortified, for some bizarre reason she got extremely turned on watching Don strip, spank, and completely dominate me. She said that she imagined that the reason might be that she saw for the first time how vulnerable I could be and felt in the future having seen that side, she could better take care of me. She also mentioned that she might not have come under Don’s hand but every time she looked at me, Cindy was playing with my erection and although she hesitated to admit it she said that secretly, at that moment, she wanted to see another woman jack me off. For this she felt guilty but I told her that I had experienced the same feeling reminding her that my penis became erect because I knew she was seeing my vulnerability while Don was spanking me. I also confessed that seeing her naked in front of all those guys and watching her being touched added to my state of arousal. So we forgave each other’s unexplained reactions and put them behind us.
Incredibly, the whole episode, which seemed to last for hours, took only 42 minutes. The reason I know, is that two weeks after the reunion, we received a video tape in the mail. Neither one of us remembered anyone taping us but did remember the guy with the camera earlier in the day. Evidently he either blended into the background or we were distracted by other things. At any rate, this guy had recorded the entire incident from beginning to end, close-ups and all. A note attached to the tape said it was the original and that no copies existed. I found that hard to believe.
Even though Jeanne sometimes teases me about my ‘cute little weewee’ and at times, when she gets mad at me, threatens to call Don up and invite him to town because I need another spanking, because of what happened or in spite of it, our sex life has never been better but I’ve decided to give up going to reunions. Two bare ass spankings and a public orgasm is more than enough for anyone.
