Chris Simon - A real hot number

I felt something wet and soft around the tip of my cock; something rubbery. It was different from a cunt in that it wasn't as wet. But it was soft and easy, and I penetrated Brian Bennett's ass smoothly. I felt my cock slide up into him, into the heat of his body. I closed my eyes and imagined it was a cunt, but it was different. It was good, though, and I began to pump myself in and out of him.

Then Brian tightened his buttocks, and I felt a crushing pressure around the shaft of my cock. Brian's muscles were like steel, and his ass squeezed down upon me until the pleasure was almost painful. I tried to push deeper into him, push past the hard, holding grip of his anal canal, but the passage way was so tight, so constricted, that I couldn't move.

I think I moaned. I know I did because Patti reacted to it and echoed it with her own moan. She moved around in front of Brian and lowered her face near his cock. I could see her lips open around his gigantic shaft as I watched over Brian's shoulder. I watched Patti move her mouth down his cock. Her eyes were closed, and she was holding Brian's balls in the cupped hollow of her hands.

Brian loosened the muscles of his ass, and I slid my cock forward, deeply into his ass. I watched Patti over his shoulder and I sunk myself into him. Her lips were pulled around his cock, and saliva was dribbling down her chin. She moved her face up and down the shaft, swallowing half of it and leaving the other half outside of her lips, untasted.

The passageway of Brian's ass felt soft and mushy: oily almost. I could feel no ridges or firmness: rather it was like a very wide, soft, unwet cunt. The only time I felt any friction was when he tightened his muscles and constricted the passage way. When he did that, however, it made up for the other times.

He used his ass like a hand: pumping and pulling, tightening and loosening, bringing me closer and closer, to my orgasm. I had my hands on his hips, and I pulled him back into me, then pushed him back, and away, using his body, his ass, for my own pleasure.

My orgasm began to grow in wave after wave of swelling pleasure. I could feel my balls tightening, and the washes of sex run up and down the thickness of my cock. I tensed my muscles, and screwed down with my organ, trying to prevent the explosion. Brian tightened his ass, and I felt the sudden, powerful crush of tightness around my cock. I lifted my body, pulling his ass upward with me, tightening even further the pressure against me. I closed my eyes and began to thrust into him. My cock slid forward, and I began to cum.

"He's cuming!" Brian announced. "Oh, God! I can feel it… like an enema in my ass!"

He crushed himself around my cuming cock. It felt as though I were holding back my orgasm. My sperm squeezed from my cock, spitting out hotly and under pressure. The orgasm was intense and long. My cock began to shudder inside of his ass.

"I'm cuming!" Brian said. "Oh, Allen, I'm cuming!"

I looked over his shoulder. He thrust his hips forward and buried his cock in Patti's mouth. He put both his hands behind her head, and pulled her mouth down upon his cock. I watched as Patti opened her eyes wide, and the color drained from her face. Her cheeks puffed up, and Brian's cock looked obscene, pressed into her mouth.

In the middle of my orgasm, I don't know why, but I reached one hand around Brian's hip, where I was holding him, and grabbed his cuming cock. I felt his thick organ twitch under my finger. I could feel it pumping, and I could feel the surge of sperm moving thickly down the shaft. I wrapped my hand around him, and pushed myself up inside of him in a single motion. My cock was buried in him to the hilt, and I could feel my balls banging into his.

As he was cuming, I began to jerk Brian off. I slid my hand down the shaft of his cock until my fingers were stopped by Patti's lips, still wrapped around the top end of his shaft. His cock was wet and hot, slimy with the combined juice of her mouth and cunt, and my hand slid down easily. I could feel him cuming under my finger, as the thick veins throbbed with his sperm – sperm that he was emptying into Patti's mouth.

I could feel Patti's open lips against my hand. Her mouth was hot and open. I squeezed his cock, and felt something hot and thick ooze out from between Patti's lips. It was Brian's sperm, I realized: pumping into Patti's mouth, and overflowing until it dribbled out against my hand.

I hunched up once again, and deposited the final spurt of cum into his ass. His muscles squeezed together, but instead of imprisoning me, the new pressure, applied to my wet, slippery cock, made it pop out, and I was free of Brian's ass.

I fell backward on my knees into the couch. Brian fell forward, into Patti, disengaging his cock from her mouth as he fell. Patti fell backward, then twisted to her side, resting against the couch also, but two feet further down from me. Brian was lying on top of her, with his giant cock still rigid and enormous, pressed against her breast, depositing a puddle of sperm against the material of her blouse. Patti's skirt was up and her legs were spread wide. Her cunt was wet, and I knew she had experienced a monumental orgasm. Brian's sperm dribbled down her chin.

My God! I thought, exhausted. I couldn't believe what had happened. We hadn't even gotten undressed or into the bedroom yet!

I wondered how it would be when we did.

Thanks to Patti, I didn't have long to wonder.

"What's the matter, honey?" Patti asked. "You're so quiet."

"Nothing," I said. I parked the car and sat for a moment behind the wheel.

"Something is bothering you," she said. I could tell that she was genuinely concerned. She reached across the front seat and put her hand in my hair. Her touch was soft, gentle.

"We can go home if you want," she said. "We don't have to go through with it."

I looked at her. "It's not that," I said.

"What then?"

That was just it: I didn't know what was bothering me. Perhaps I did want to go home. Even since last week when we had spent the night with Brian Bennett I found it difficult to know just what it was I wanted.

Perhaps it was Patti, I thought. She's changed.

"Is it me?" she asked, sensing my thoughts.

"No," I lied.

"I know I've changed," she said. "But I thought you wanted a wife like me… uninhibited and sexually free."

"I'm glad for the change," I said. "You're perfect. A perfect wife. You enjoy sex and you have none of the guilt that screws up so many marriages…"

She rubbed the side of my face. "What is it then?"

I didn't answer right away. I kept seeing her and Brian Bennett on the bed. She was sucking him and I was fucking her doggie-fashion. Then the image altered, and I remembered Brian sucking on the shaft of my cock as I fucked myself in and out of Patti's cunt.

"I'm tired, I guess," I said after a moment.

Patti smiled at me. "I love you," she said. "Remember that."

That, I think, is what has changed. Patti could never separate sex and love before. Now she could. She could love me… love me sincerely… but still enjoy sex with Brian Bennett. It was as though Patti had grown up suddenly.

Why should that threaten me? I wondered. That was it. I sensed a threat in her change. Was I afraid of losing her? Was that it? Was I afraid that she was going to grow up and away from me?

It was crazy, I thought. Two weeks ago I didn't care about her. We were separated, and I had my sex ads to fill my life. What had changed all of that?

"What are you thinking about?" Patti asked.

I smiled at her. "Nothing."

"Shall we go in?" she asked.

"Sure," I said. "That's what we're here for."

We locked the car and walked up the driveway to the house. I double checked the address, and then lit a match and read the nameplate. It was the correct house.