Bernard's Cock

This is the confessional story of how Bernard was able to fuck whoever he wanted in class.

Bernard was timid and shy, and his thin body reflected this. However, as is often the case with such a person, he was the horniest of fuckers. Losing his virginity permeated his thoughts throughout every minute of his waking life, and when he slept, well, needless to say all his dreams had a common theme. Every morning Bernard awoke to the disappointment that the cunt he thought he'd finally been penetrating, was just another dream, and that in fact all he had achieved in doing was to make his pyjamas wet and sticky about the groin area again.

Eighteen and the closest he'd been to fucking was in his dreams. However, an unearthly gift was about to change all this.

The first time it happened, Bernard was in Math class. Sitting absentmindedly as ever, Bernard would alternate his gaze between the clock on the wall, and the view out the window. The girls were playing volleyball in the playground. He would try not to stare at them for too long, firstly so that he wasn't caught, and secondly so that he wouldn't get an erection in class. Every time one of the girls would jump to shoot, he would narrow his vision at their vest covered breasts, some were larger than others, but all gave him equal delight.

Turning his attention back to his text book, Bernard couldn't help but notice the pink thong of the girl in the desk in front of his. She was Jessica Riley, and she was the prettiest of things. Seeing her thong from behind, Bernard couldn't help but imagine what the front would look like, how she would look with nothing but the thong on, with her long brunette hair resting on her naked shoulders. How he would love to pull her thong to oneside and taste her fresh pussy, how her body would writhe under the influence of his tongue up her cunt. Bernard's breaths begin to become shorter when all at once his thoughts were suddenly broken.

Mrs Adams was standing over his desk. "Distracted by something again Bernard?", she enquired in harsh tones.
"No Mrs, sorry Mrs", fell the words out of his embarrassed red face.

Leaning forward, Mrs Adams continued to lecture Bernard on the importance of remaining focused in class and studying well. However it fell on dead ears, Bernard had already been distracted by her low cut top, draping off her shoulders, exposing first her collar bones, then her well defined cleavage. Bernard tried to retain eye contact with Mrs Adams, tried to look as if he was paying attention to her words. It was too dificult. He Intermittently nodded to simulate agreement with what she was saying, however this was merely an excuse to catch a glimpse down her blouse.

Seeing the top of her black lace bra, remembering the sight of Jessica's pink thong. Imagining Mrs Adams and Jessica naked together, rubbing each others bodies, kissing each others lips. Picturing them on their knees under his desk, pulling down his trousers, seeing their astonished faces as he reveals his gigantic cock (it wasn't). Bernard could no longer suppress the feeling in his boxers, a bead of sweat rolled down his face, and his cock all of a sudden was erect.

As instantaneously as Bernard's cock was hard, Mrs Adams speech wash frozen. He looked up awaiting the next sentence but it didn't come. He looked around, no one was moving. He looked out the window, the girls had stopped playing volleyball, frozen like statues in their sporting poses. Finally he looked back at the clock on the wall, it ticked no longer. In total shock, Bernard rose from his seat. Shaking like a leaf he reached out to touch Mrs Adams' arm. It was warm and soft, she remained totally motionless and unaffected.

The distress evident on Bernard's face slowly faded as his parted lips transformed into a wry grin. The realisation time was frozen and his cock was rock solid made Bernard overwhelmed with a strange blend of fear and joy. Building in confidence, he reached for Mrs Adams' tits, the first non-maternal pair he'd ever felt. He squeezed them with delight. In the blink of an eye he had removed her blouse, and then - not without difficulty - removed that seductive lace bra, dropped it to the floor, and almost awe struck eye-balled her large exposed tits. Those grand orbs of desire, framed and enhanced by a thin waist and slender shoulders. Bernard was beside himself.

Removing his own top, Bernard moved closer to Mrs Adams. He threw his arms around her waist tightly to feel her naked torso against his. He tasted her lips, slid his hands down her trousers and groped her firm ass cheeks. After feeling her tongue with his own one, he moved down to kiss her neck, in doing so he saw it again - over Mrs Adams' shoulder - the pink thong of Jessica Riley.

How had he forgotten about Jessy, sitting there, bent forward, frozen. He stepped away from Mrs Adam's body, approached Jessica's desk. She sat there with the end of a pencil in her mouth. How innocent she looked clearly deliberating on one of the problems from class. Bernard was transfixed by her pretty frozen face, by her soft lips teasing the end of that pencil, he couldn't resist any longer. Her head was at a perfect height, he turned it towards his crotch and dropped his trousers. He ripped off his boxers and manually opened her mouth, then - slowly yet purposefully - buried his throbbing cock in her gob. He felt her wet tongue before the back of her mouth.

His heart beating like a drum, Bernard lost all self-control. Taking hold of her head with both hands, Bernard begin thrusting in and out of her mouth. The silence in the room was broken by the sound of squelching and of Bernard's balls ricocheting off her chin. Jessica's mouth became ever fuller with spit and bile as she began to gag on Bernards cock which gave him a shock. He took his cock out her mouth to see if she had awoken. She hadn't, but moreover, she was more beautiful than ever. Frozen in time with saliva hanging between her mouth and his cock, her eye make-up a mess.

Bernard lifted Jessica out of her chair. Fortunately she stood of her own accord. Starting from the top down, Bernard unbuttoned her shirt one by one. She didn't wear a bra, and her perky budding tits were a sight to behold. Small, unassuming, fucking perfect. Her body was just as Bernard had imagined. Petite as anything, slightly tanned, soft, delicate, ripe.

Bernard continued to strip both his mannequinesque beauties completely bear. He looked around the room at all the other frozen faces, but with little inspection was sure he already had the two finest women in the room stripped naked, ready at his disposal. He pushed Mrs Adam's onto his desk face up, and positioned her body so that her head dangled off the end. With some effort and plenty of huffing and puffing, he lifted Jessica's body on top of Mrs Adams' the other way around and on all fours, so that her hairless pussy rested right above Mrs' Adams' upside down face.

Bernard stood back and admired his perfect fucking creation. Proudly he stood up to it, kissed Jessica's pretty little ass cheek (for it looked so sweet), then angled his cock down towards Mrs Adams' mouth. He secured the two bodies in place with his hands, and begin to pummel her mouth like a rabid dog fucks their favourite toy.

Once again the room was full of the sound of gagging. This time Mrs Adams' mouth squelching whilst spit spluttered out all over her face. Bernard stopped fucking her face for a moment, again admiring his creation and the mess he'd made of it.

Using his hand, he cupped up some of the saliva from his cock and Mrs Adams' messy face, and dribbled it over Jessica's ass. Bernard returned his cock to Mrs Adam's throat, burying his whole length in there as far is he could go, holding it there for a few seconds so to lube up his cock. He pulled it out again, took a firm grip of Jessica's hips, and with some force required, squeezed his cock into her asshole.

Her asshole, tight as it was, gradually parted, expended, and engulfed the head of Bernard's cock. He slid inch after inch, deeper and deeper into her shitter, and as he reached maximum penetration, she wimpered.

Again Bernard feared she had awoken. He reached forward and turned her head to face him. It was still motionless, yet now it bore an expression of discomfort. Still angling her face towards him, Bernard removed all but the head of his cock from her ass. Staring deeply into her eyes (still beautifully framed by her messed up makeup), he slammed his cock hard up her ass to the sound of flesh slapping flesh and another whimper. Certainly she was still frozen in time, but to Bernard' delight, she quietly whimpered as he continued to pound her ass.

After a few minutes of fucking Jessica's pretty little ass, he removed his cock, and spat onto her barely gaping hole. It slid over her asshole, down the ravine between her red ass cheeks towards her pussy, before dripping on Mrs Adams' face. The sight of this excited Bernard immensely, and joyfully he returned his ass stenching cock to Mrs Adams' throat.

He pounded away gleefully, alternating between the teachers gob and the students asshole, the messier Mrs Adams' face became, and the more Jessica whimpered, the more Bernard became excited. Frantically he fucked both of them until he felt a contortion in his stomach. Uncontrollably, as if possessed, he stretched Jessica's ass cheeks wide apart, found her drenched wet cunt with the head of his cock, plunged the whole thing in, and instantly erupted. With a demonic grunt, the likes of which Bernard did not know he could produce, Bernard was finished.

So that's the story of how Bernard lost his virginity (if you can call it that). After cumming (and taking a moment to watch his cum spew out of Jessica's pussy onto Mrs Adams' face) he quickly cleaned and dressed the pair, and soon as his cock was soft again, the clock ticked again. Needless to say Jessica and Mrs Adams' were might confused as to why their makeup had suddenly became a mess, why Jessica's ass was sore, and why Mrs Adams' had lost her voice. However it remained an unsolved mystery.

From that day onwards, whenever Bernard got an erection, time froze. Might this gift turn out to be a curse for our timid Bernard. Who knows? All Bernard knows, is that he had the best fucking experience of his life, one that he couldn't have even dreamed off without his magic cock.

My gf (a young and petite thing at 5'3") and I have never shy'd away from public displays of affection. We've had sex on the edge of the top of a parking garage late at night while cars whizzed by below, we've groped each other and made out in the back of a dark club while drunken party-goers ogled us, but last night set the bar.

We had spent all morning drinking mimosas during brunch, and the afternoon was spent walking around the local college campus (which is dead this time of year) finding little hidden places to smoke from our dugout and grope each other. She even let me snap a pic of her flashing me earlier in the afternoon(She's a petite thing at 5'3�, and has smooth young features. We're both in our early 20's but she gets carded at bars, restaurants, and the like all the time). Unfortunately my phone died shortly thereafter, otherwise I would have had quite the photo-collage to go along with my story...but I digress.

As the sun began to set, we found ourselves quite inebriated and very very horny. We had just settled down behind a low brick wall that ran adjacent to an empty driveway used by one of the university buildings. To our right was a lush, somewhat overgrown garden with several stone benches and various flowerbeds. To our left was an tall empty university office building. Behind us was another campus building...this one used to temporarily house fraternity brothers during the Summer months (the lights were out, and it appeared empty as well).

Now, not being strangers to sex in public, we were quite aware of the growing trend in our little city (so we had read/heard) of "dogging" (if you're not in the loop, look it up, the internet is a wonderful thing)...specifically in and around a local park, and parts of campus...but we had fooled around outdoors before without anyone spying or bothering us (that we know of) and didn't think anything of it last night.

Nevertheless, we sat down on one of the stone benches and passed our one-hitter back and forth, and then began the heavy petting. I nibbled at her neck and ran my hand up her thigh to her panty clad crotch. She moaned and leaned back against the bench. I kissed her up and down her neck, shoulders, and the tops of her breasts, savoring her scent and the feel of her skin in the open air. She had spread her legs, allowing me to push the hem of her skirt up, exposing her pelvis and undies to the night air...I rubbed her through her underwear (which tends to drive her crazy...more-so than straight up fingering oddly enough) until she shook a little with a small orgasm.

At this point we could hear some people walking down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the brick wall, causing us to hold our breath for a moment. They passed us quickly (two drunk girls walking home from a bar from the sound of it) and walked on. We looked at each other and giggled. We weren't really worried, bc it seemed as if the only way someone could catch us would be to sneak around the garden we were in, and the heavy iron gate separating the garden from the sidewalk makes a loud squeaking sound when being opened, which should have given us ample time to dress an bolt, but the possibility made it exciting nonetheless.

At this point I asked her "put on a little show for me". To which she stood up in front of the bench and faced me, a little wobbly from the weed, and giggling began to wiggle her hips back and forth in the cutest parody of a burlesque dance I've ever seen. I wasted no time, and pulled out my cock to stroke while she teased me.

She spun around, and slowly pulled up the hem of her dress, revealing her panty clad ass, which she promptly peeled down over her ass cheeks a bit, flashing me her bare bottom ever so slightly. The sight of her there in the moonlight (and a little streetlight from the corner), her half exposed ass swaying back and forth inches from my face, and in public no less...drove me nuts!

I'm pretty sure I even exclaimed "you're driving me crazy"....she looked at me with a wicked grin and letting go of the hem of her dress, bent down and placed her hands on my raging erection and gave it a few light strokes. I leaned back on the bench and sighed loudly, taking in the sight before me. I then ran one of my hands up her leg and pulled at her dress again, hiking it up and over her thighs, allowing me to squeeze and fondle her ass while she licked and nibbled at my ear whilst jerking me off. After a couple of minutes of this, I whispered into her ear "take off your dress"...I was feeling bold to say the least. Without skipping a beat, she called my bluff. Stepping back from the bench, she let a wide grin cross her nymph-like features, and then pulled her dress over her head and tossed it onto the bench next to me in one fluid motion leaving her in nothing but her saddle shoes, a lacy see through bra, and a pair of light green cotton panties. She then continued her little burlesque like dance for me.....peeling a bra strap off one shoulder, turning, pushing the waistband of her undies down just a bit, turning again, bending down to touch her ankles (and sticking her bottom in my face in the process). What could I do other than just sit there and slowly stroke my cock to this wonderful exhibit in front of me.

With a final teasing wiggle she bent over at the waist and swatted my hands away from my cock again, grasping the base of it with one hand and steadying herself on the bench with the other. After a couple of strokes, a drop of old-cum began to form on the tip of my cock, which she flicked her tongue at, letting a trail of saliva form between my dick and her tongue. She knows that I like messy blowjobs, and this is how she usually begins...so, needless to say, my head was swimming.

It was at this point that I heard the squeaking gate and saw the silhouette. Average height, wearing a baseball cap, and smoking a cigarette, the person was standing on the corner of the garden, near a hedge about 30 feet from us. At first it didn't register. Then the figure looked over his shoulder and appeared to be talking to someone. For some reason it hit me, SOMEONE IS WATCHING US.

I whispered "some guy is watching us". She looked up from my cock with her big blue eyes. "Is it a cop?" she asked. "I don't think so, he's just standing there" I replied. "well let'em watch, but keep an eye on'em" she responded to my amazment. I was just getting ready to put my cock away when she said this. I was so stunned, I just sat back and looked down at this very hot, and nearly naked young girl that I love very much, say one of the sluttiest and dirtiest things I could ever imagine.

With that, she sunk to her knees and stuck her ass out (her panties barely covering her rear), looking over her shoulder in the direction of the figure, and wiggled her behind. The figure stood completely still, but was still obviously entranced by the spectacle before him.

She turned her attention back to my cock, running her tongue up and down the length of the shaft, allowing the maximum amount of spit to fall out of her mouth onto my member until it was glistening with saliva, before enveloping the tip and about half the length into her warm wet mouth before letting it slide back out with a definite wet "pop" sound. I automatically gripped the back of her head and a handful of her hair and let out a silent "oh, jesus" at this move. Being a petite gal, she's only able with some effort (and a little bit of gagging) to take about 3/4 of my somewhat average length cock (7 inches) down her throat, so this is a huge turn on for me.

The figure at the corner of the garden moved out from the hedge he was hiding behind just a bit, all the while turning to his left and appearing to move his mouth. Then I realized there was another person standing next to him behind the hedge...this other person was trying to get a better look, and they appeared to be talking to each other about what was happening in hushed tones.

I decided to up the anty a bit and leaned over my gf's body, sliding to the edge of the bench a bit more, and laid a hand across her ass cheek, giving it a quick smack. She responded by removing her mouth from around my cock and pushing her ass into the air more-so. "fuck yes, spank me daddy" she whimpered, a little loudly in fact. I was quite used to this kind of pillow talk, but in the context of the current situation my head swam. And so I laid into her, smacking her panty clad ass cheeks once, twice, three times, until she let out a little muffled yelp around my dick and jumped a bit, her pale ass turning bright pink in the dim light.

The figures in the corner let out an audible chuckle, clearly they were enjoying the show, and were making less and less of an effort to not be seen and heard. We both took notice of this. Her cheeks flushed with (her words) a combination of lust and embarrassment as she looked up at me.

�Want to be my whore?� I whispered to her. This was bedroom code for the light bdsm that we sometimes dabbled in. She's quite the submissive when she's in the mood, and from the look on her face (like a kid in a candy store) when I said this, she was definitely in the mood. I then grabbed a handful of her hair and positioned her mouth over my cock, my other hand snaked to her bottom again and gave it another couple of smacks, causing her to yelp with her mouth around the tip of my cock.

�Pull your panties down� I ordered. She complied, reaching behind her kneeling form and slowly sliding her little cotton panties over her ass and down her thighs to rest at the bend of her knees. One of the men, the taller of the two, let out a �holy shit� and they appeared to move a little bit closer, zeroing in on my gf's taught little ass.

I grabbed the base of my prick with my free hand and began to pump her head slowly up and down on my cock...first down a couple of inches before pulling her mouth away....me leaning forward to kiss her lips, wet with old-cum and saliva..then pushing her back down onto my cock again. This continued for a minute or so, her wiggling her ass for the spectators across from us.

I then told her (loudly enough for the strangers to hear) to stand up and turn around with her hands behind her back so "they can get a good look at you". She complied, wiping some saliva from her chin, she slowly stood and turned on her heel to face the figures, her panties falling around her ankles. The two men crept slowly forward a bit more, and being able to get a better look at us, one of them turned and said to his friend, �she's young, man� Neither had anything to hide behind anymore, their faces barely visible in the failing light. Both seemed about college age, one wearing a lettered hoody (possible a couple of fraternity dudes) and drinking from a tallboy of something, the other in a baseball cap and khaki shorts, his hands in his pockets. At this point they were about 20 or so feet away standing next to another park bench. The sounds of a small group of people walking down the sidewalk nearby echoed off the walls around us, but soon receded, it was getting late, and the bars were beginning to let out.

And there she stood, a petite little redheaded minx, with nothing on but a pair of black and white saddle shoes, a see through bra and a pair of panties around one ankle, her body on full display for these two strangers. My hands groped at her from behind, sliding around her body to tug at the straps to her bra, pulling her pert b-cups from their prison and tweaking her erect nipples, down her stomach to the neatly trimmed hair of her pubic mound. Her knees slightly buckled at my caress, her mouth letting out a sexy little moan. I gripped her crossed wrists behind her back and stood up behind her, pushing her forward a bit�the two men stepped forward another couple of feet�now less than 10 feet from us. I realized that the one in shorts was jerking off, one hand down the front of his shorts.

�She�s a beaut� eh fellas?� I asked in a playful tone., smacking one of her tits with my free hand, before roughly pinching and pulling at one of her nipples, letting her tits drop and bounce. Both nodded and smiled, shifting a bit, possibly a bit uncomfortable that they were being addressed directly.

�Let�s show the nice men what a whore like you is good at�� I trailed off, taking on the role of the dom�I spun her around and pushed down on her shoulders, directing her to kneel in the grass before me at an angle, while I shifted my position so that we were both in parallel to our audience�giving them a perfect view of her profile. I started by unbuttoning my shorts, and pulling my shaft fully from my underwear, along with my balls. She immediately went to work sucking and licking at my testicles, her hands still firmly in place behind her back, which was arched, her ass sticking out over her heels.

�Spread your ass for them� I ordered�

She complied, her hands sliding down her lower back and spreading her ass cheeks apart as she licked up and down my balls and the shaft of my cock, trails of spittle dripping onto the grass. The guy in shorts muttered �holy fuck��his cock was clearly out now, and he was stroking it very slowly, his eyes shifting from my gf�s taught little ass to the job she was doing on my cock. His friend has stepped to the side a bit, seemingly to give his buddy some spank room, and had just set down his beverage before slowly unzipping his jeans and pushing his hand down into his waistband to touch himself.

I pulled my cock away from her eager mouth and told her to �say ah��, she looked up at me, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue with a little �ahhh�, sounding like a kid at the dentist. I slid my cock between her parted lips until the tip touched the back of her throat�a little over half its fully erect length. �Show the men how a slut eats cock�� I requested. She took a deep breath through her nose and shifted her weight a bit, sitting up ever so slightly on her knees, and pushed her mouth down onto my cock another inch before pulling away with a sharp exhale.

�fuck yes, deep throat that bitch!� one of the men exclaimed (I didn�t look up to see which)

She steadied herself and again took about 5 inches of my cock into her mouth with a slurping sound. One of my hands found the back of her head, the other took a hold of her chin, and I pushed another inch down her little throat. She shifted her weight, and let out a little groan around my cock, but I didn�t relent�pulling out a couple of inches, only to slowly push the shaft back into her throat�this time her lips barely an inch from the base of my cock. A stream of saliva dripped from between her bottom lip and the base of my prick, splattering onto her tits. I pulled my cock all the way out, she gasped for air, old-cum and spit falling from her mouth. Then I was back in her throat again, repeating this about half a dozen times.

�yeah man, fuck her mouth� the guy in shorts cheered�both were now just under 10 feet from us and were furiously stroking their dicks.

I pulled my cock from her throat, allowing her to get some air. She panted�.looking up at me and around at the two men watching us.

�They're so close� she said shyly....

�I know�, I replied, playfully slapping her cheeks with my wet cock.

She smiled, �I want to cum� she said. Smiling, I told her to stand up again and whispered into her ear �do you want some help from these nice men?� she looked at me a bit confused��no penetration� I elaborated �just touching�. She nodded in approval.

I turned to the two strangers, who had slowed their masturbation in anticipation of what was to come (no pun intended, har har), and asked if they �would like to sit�? I motioned to the bench near us. They looked at each other and slowly walked over to the bench and sat down on opposite ends from each other. I then led my little gal over between them and told her to sit down. She hesitated for a moment, eying these two perverts up and down, seeing their hard cocks in their hands and the expression of pure unadulterated lust on their faces (her words, not mine), and turned around, putting her ass on display for them�spreading it wide. �Do you like me?� she asked in her best naughty little girl voice�sliding two fingers into her pussy and then looking over her shoulder, into her mouth, before playfully smacking her own ass with her other hand.

�I'm being a bad bad girl� she exclaimed. The two dudes just stared�one of them saying something incomprehensible like �oh fuck, man�.�

�Enough playing around you little whore� I exclaimed playfully, and lightly pushed her down onto the bench between them, taking a position between her legs...each of the strangers no more than a couple of feet from her on either side, their eyes glued to her small body, which was covered in a light sheen of sweat, her tits wet with the sloppy bj she had just given.

�Pull your legs back� I ordered...she complied, looping her hands behind the backs of her knees and pinning her thighs against her torso, giving me full access to her pussy and ass.

�Oh my gaaawd�, the guy in the hat exclaimed, leaning over to get a closer view of her naughty bits. I grinned and gripped the tops of her thighs, spreading her even wider. She keeps her pubic hair trimmed to almost nothing...again, accentuating her youthful looks. I parted her pussy lips with one hand, not penetrating her, just showing her off her pink inner folds.

�Fuck baby, you are wet� the man in the hat said, arching his neck to look at her sopping wet pussy.

�Mmmm, yes sir. I'm very very horny right now.� she chirped, her eyes falling on the rather thick cock in his hand.

I leaned down and lapped at her warm mound. She wiggled under me, and shivered, her legs shaking a bit. �Fuck� she yelped, trying to keep her voice to a whisper. I stabbed at her cunt with my tongue over and over until she shook very hard under me, her hands letting go of her legs and reaching out to grip the thighs of the men to either side of her.

�Hold her legs for me eh?� I requested of the strangers. They looked a bit stunned, but hesitated for no more than a moment, before each of them reached out in unison and grabbed her ankles and calves, pulling them back again.

�Oh fuck�, she moaned, as I pushed two fingers into her pussy and began slowly finger fucking her. Now she's not usually that into fingering , but her body seemed to be reacting with crazy sensitivity. One of the men was gripping her ass cheek now, having propped her leg onto his shoulder. He gave her rear a quick smack and squeeze, kneading the pale flesh of her smooth ass.

She began to shake under me again. I leaned forward and flicked her now swollen clit with my tongue. She went nuts between us, her legs convulsing, her ass lifting off the bench several inches, her back arching as her mouth parted and let out the most erotic stuttering �ffffuuucc, aaaahhha, fuuck, oh my gaaa...�. I kept my mouth on her cunt during the whole display however, darting my tongue from her clit to her labia, small aftershock orgasms causing her to shiver repeatedly.

Both of the strangers were enraptured. One of them (the guy in the hoody I think), began to rub and grope at my little redheads tits, and say really dirty things to her.

�You're a little slut, aren't you? Are you daddy's little whore? Huh, are you daddy's little fuck toy?�

She just looked up through half closed eyes and whimpered an innocent �yes daddy�.

�Holy shit man! You're girl is amazing!� exclaimed the other guy, one hand still stroking his cock, the other kneading the flesh of her thigh and ass.

I lifted my head from her swollen pussy and licked my lips. �Yes she is, and...� giving her behind a playful smack, �now she's going to take some cock for your viewing pleasure, aren't you dearest?� I asked. �Oh yes please, please fuck me...� she, running two fingers over her throbbing pussy lips.

I told her to stand up, turn around and bend over the bench. She did so, placing her hands on the back of the bench and sticking her ass out. The guy in the hoody also stood up and walked around the back of the bench to get a better look at the action. The other guy stayed sitting on the bench, looking up and down her body, and as I entered her from behind, reached up to pull on her nipples with his free hand.

I began slowly pumping in and out of her, then built to slamming into her, only to slow down again, prolonging her pleasure, and my own. The man in the hoody had stepped closer to the bench again, his hand on his cock, just a few inches from my gf's face. Before long, I could feel my own orgasm building. �I want to come in your mouth baby, turn around.� I insisted.

Spinning around, and sitting on the edge of the bench, she opened her mouth wide for my load. Grabbing the back of her neck and the base of my cock, I forced myself into her mouth, unloading load after load of cum into her eager throat.

After I had finished, she offered to let the other guys cum on her tits while she masturbated, which they eagerly agreed to.

She laid back on the bench and propped her knees up, giving the strangers a good view of her dripping cunt. �You can touch me if you like� she coyly told the men. They were on her in seconds. One of them sticking two fingers into her cunt, and then into her mouth, making her taste her juices. The other began groping at her tits, then moved his hand down to her ass, were he began to probe at her anus.

Before long, she was panting and writing under their touch. The guy in the hoody leaned over her and let his cum spray onto her face and tits. The other man soon followed, dropping his load onto her stomach. There she laid, covered in her boyfriend's and stranger's cum, naked, and shaking, with a huge grin on her face. After we had cleaned up and dressed, we exchanged info with the two gents, discussed dogging, places to meet up in the future, and what my gf might be up for. Then we called it an evening, went home and slept for over 10 hours.

It was quite an evening to say the least. Nonetheless, we've discovered that we're into this sort of thing and have been discussing safer ways to indulge in the future.

I am seeking 3 to 15 couples to take me in for a weekend to make me eat and swallow your shit for 2 days straight while fisting my ass and forcing shit through my nose into my throat. I want your shit cum in my mouth and throat at all times. I also want each of you o have lots of cum in your asses and cunts. I want the men to shove their cocks all the way into my throat and to fuck my face whenever they feel like it. Girls I also want you all to get me on all fours to shove my face into your shitting asses or into your cum filled sloppy pussies. pull my head out of your shitting assholes then shove it back in. Make me messy and sloppy while abusing my asshole for your fun,see how many hands can be forced into my asshole next to the other hands in it I want to be so full of shit and cum that I look like I am pregnant! keep filling me with your shit and cum I also want to be savagely face sat forcing your shit into my mouth and down my throat curling up into a huge pile of shit.

My sister-in-law finally had enough of my wife’s shit. My wife goes out of town on business trips pretty often. I knew she was fucking around with other guys, and I even told her that I knew, but that I really didn’t care. Of course she lied and told me I was crazy.
So my SIL came over yesterday, pounding on the door, I opened it and she was red faced and pissed off.
“My sister is a cheating cunt, and she’s been sending me pictures of the guys she’s been fucking,” she was frantic. I smirked, laughed a little. My marriage has been dead sexually for a few years and I really didn’t care.
“Yeah, I know she’s cheating but honestly I don’t care anymore. Hopefully she finds someone that she’ll actually love.”
My wife is 34, her sister is 21 – a bit thick, but not bad to look at. She was a “oopsie” baby – her parents had her 13 years apart from my wife.
Frantically my SIL, “you don’t care?? You need to go out and fuck someone! You deserve happiness too!”
I just shook my head, “nah.”
She approached me and wrapped her arms around me and then kissed me. Her fingers fumbled with my pants and unbuttoned them. She pulled her top off revealing large tits and got on her knees and started sucking my cock. I didn’t stop her but found myself grasping her head and guiding her.
She moaned and pulled away, “such a perfect cock, I need it inside me.”
She laid back and spread her legs on the floor, I mounted her and pushed deep inside her wet cunt.
My sister-in-law was looking right into my eyes, “fuck me good, use my pussy,” she bit my lip and moaned that she was going to cum as my cock slammed in and out of her.
I kept fucking her, pinned her legs back and plowed her pussy hard. I felt my cock tensing up, ready to explode.
“Don’t you pull out, you fucking cum in me. Give me your cum baby…”
My cock began to pulsate with joy inside her. I could feel her arms holding me tightly against her sexy naked body. Every last drop of my cum was inside her as I slowly pulled out.
She kissed me and cuddled into my chest.
“Take a picture of my messy pussy…” she whispered.
“What?”
“Do it, please? I want to send it to my sister.”
I laughed, but I did it. I took a picture of her pussy dripping with my cum and texted it to her. She forwarded it on to my wife with the caption, “I just had the best dick I’ve ever had, and he didn’t even pull out!”
“She’s going to know it was me fucking you, watch.”
“Good. Then you can divorce her ass and date me,” she kissed me again. I always thought about fucking my wife’s sister – she’s not bad looking, and she’s totally a people pleaser. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt wanted – and honestly even if I don’t get divorced (by some weird chance) I’m definitely going to be fucking my sister-in-law as much as possible.
And yes, my wife immediately texted her sister back, “I’m getting on the next plane home and if you’re still at my house you’ll be missing a few teeth you fucking slut.”
SIL replied back, “I showed him all the pictures you sent me of your lovers. He’s the first guy I’ve fucked in over a year after I broke up with my ex, you’re the slut you old hag.”
“On my way.”
Wife never did grab the next flight but texted me, “we need to talk.”
I responded back, “do we? You told me I was crazy, I’ve been so alone and you totally use me for my income – so perhaps we need to part ways.”
She immediately called me on the phone crying, “no no! Please don’t do this. We can work this out! What if we had an open relationship?”
“What is the point, you’ve already been fucking whoever you want and honestly, I’ve liked your sister for a while now. So don’t take this out on her, this is your fault.”
She cried more and told me she loved me regardless. She supposedly comes home in 3 days, but in the meantime, I’ve invited my sister-in-law to spend the night.

The wife and i have a friend that loves that part of it just as much as i do and we ensure that each time we get together, we make a show of it. From pulling the curtains shut in the bedroom, lightning candles, glasses of wine just as we would for an evening of just the wife and I at home. The more intimate, the better. The wife usually wearing something sexy that's she worn for me previously. There's a lot of kissing, touching, holding and caressing. It's almost exactly as it is when my wife and i make love, except, he's here and he's touching her in ways that only her husband should. Her body, which in our wedding vows was only meant for me, is being explored by his lips, tongue, fingers.. she's melting for him in a way that I've only ever seen her do with me.

His cock doesn't even have to penetrate her for this act to be considered the ultimate taboo, because even before he places himself inside her, she's submitted her entire body to him willingly and I've sat back and watched, giving him my consent to have my wife in any manner be chooses. He loves to hear me tell him how much i love watching him kiss her lips or how hard i get watching him explore her body like two teenage lovers would for the first time. And i do get incredibly hard watching the two of them together, in the privacy of our bedroom, the shower, our living room, our dining room, the kitchen, the pool in the backyard. Our neighbors see his car and don't even have a clue that our friend is currently lying on his stomach, lapping the inner folds of my wife's lovely pink pussy. They couldn't guess that right as he walked in the front door, his hands went to my wife's bare ass, pulling her to his body, against his raging erection. They also have no clue that I've tasted my own wife's sweat and juices on his erection.

When we are out with friends, none of them would guess that I've watched him, the only single one amongst our ranks bring my wife to orgasm after orgasm so very many times. They also would never realize that I've watched his enormous balls tighten as they unloaded deeply into my wife and that my lips were there to taste him, to lick him from her well fucked hole. We were all sitting down at a restaurant for dinner a few nights ago. No one commented that we had arrived in the same car, nor did they have any reason to assume that the three of us also shared a shower before arriving to dinner, because let's face it, when the three of us are together privately, things get incredibly messy. If anybody had bothered to look, they might have caught a glimpse of his hand on my wife's thigh while we laughed at a joke that i had told.

Our friends are a little less open than we are, I'm sure if they knew that my best friend's cock was firmly implanted in my wife each and every weekend, making love to her like only a husband should, they would surely disapprove. What if any of them saw the absolute filthy text that are exchanged daily. Even more fun is when we go out of town, checking into a single hotel room, one bed, just the three of us. The wedding rings on our fingers do little for the image of his lips on my wife's while the desk clerk gives us our keys. It's such a thrill. It's always a thrill with our friend.

He's always been so respectful of our wishes, and he's never left us unsatisfied with our unique friendship. He doesn't usually fuck around with other women anymore. Though no one knows, my wife is just as much his as she is mine. And he loves every minute he gets with her. Most people that know us think that our friend just loves hanging out, but it's so much more elaborate and sexually twisted then they could imagine. I didn't realize that on my wedding day, when we said our vows, that i would one day be slipping him into her tight little snatch three or four times a week. That the bed we share as a married couple now also belongs to our friend with the thick cock that fills my wife just as much as my own does. He's never had to wear a condom with us. In this forbidden relationship that we share, my wife's entire body belongs to him. She's my wife yes, but behind closed doors, she's his lover, his little slut, his fuck toy. From incredibly erotic and romantic to downright dirty 'fuck my cunt with your thick fucking meat stick, baby, i need more.' My wife and her lover do it all. Whether i join them, just watch, or lie underneath licking them both, i couldn't be happier. Most wife's only have fantasies of another man taking them because that's all they're told it should be, but my wife has the real thing. It's so fucking hot closing the curtains. My Pulse always quickens because i know that once the curtains close, this forbidden affair begins again.
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I used to work as a janitor at a highway stop and would always get the morning shift. It was always dead in the mornings and I would start the day by cleaning the washrooms. Each men's and women's washrooms actually has two rooms each. The men's each had 6 stalls and the ladies had 10, so I would close one down and that would allow people to use the other washroom and let me do my job. The women's was always a mess, there was no cleaner there after 10pm so it was always messy when I got there at 5am. Piss covering every toilet seat, the metal boxes on the stall walls packed with bloody pads, the entire room always smelled like dirty cunt when I got there in the morning. This always made my dick hard. I was always lucky in the fact that some chick left her panties in the washroom, either on the floor or the back of the toilet. Sometime they were left bloody other times they were fine. I jerked off in every pair I found, most of the time laying across the long counter watching myself in the big mirrors. I would sometimes rub my cum on the toilet seat or I would put it in the handsoap dispenser.

THROATSLUT FOR USE, SEEKING LARGE-COCKED DOMS.

When: April 8th - 10th
Where: Michigan, USA

I have this throatslut for a weekend in April. She will be absolutely submissive to me and anyone I wish for her to put in her throat. Her blowjobs are okay, but she really was made to be facefucked.

She doesn't ask for reciprocation. We can use her throat and never need to touch her cunt.

What's the catch? The catch is that she's fat and she has a lazy eye. But not every cunt can be perfect. At least she has great tits.

I'd like to tag-team her as much as possible. (One of us steps out and the other takes control, etc.) My favorite is to cum on her face, then make her push it into her mouth and eat it herself. It makes her look so whorish, but she loves it. I'm talking messy facial abuse, covering her in loads of saliva and cum.

I'll have my own hotel room for the weekend, so we can keep her face a mess for as long as -we- want. It's not her decision on when to get cleaned up. Or when to eat that cum off her face.

Message me to join in on the fun. The more detailed your message, the more likely I am to take you on for the ride.

Additional pics available if desired. Next time, I'm taking a video.

The stale air of the motel room was thick with the acrid promise of something I'd spent a lifetime denying, but it was the rich, leathery scent of a massive cigar that truly coated the back of my throat when the door creaked open. They were there, exactly as promised, but the reality was so much more potent. He was a bear of a man, a hairy redneck in his late 50s with a gut that strained the buttons of his flannel and a thick, graying beard. A monstrous 80-gauge cigar, a dark brown torpedo of tobacco, was clamped in his teeth, the end glowing with a deep, menacing cherry. My cock, traitorous to my entire history, throbbed with immediate, desperate need as I watched him inhale deeply from his cigar. Smoke billowed from his nostrils as he stared me down like prey.But her… she was magnificent. A goddess of abundance with wide, ample hips that promised a soft place to land. She was the embodiment of a fertility that my body, against all my programming, craved with a primal hunger.He grunted, a sound of pure, primal ownership, and she smiled, a soft knowing look. He didn't waste time, maneuvering her onto the bed all the while cigar clenched tightly in his jaw. Her body a landscape of life-affirming softness that mesmerized me to the point where I couldn't look away. He positioned himself between her thick, creamy thighs, and I had my first real look at his cock. It was a masterpiece of masculinity, a big, uncut beast, thick and heavy and already leaking precum like a faucet. First he played with her cunt. At first there was silence,  followed by her deep moans then all I could hear was the gradual sound of wetness as she began to squirt harder and harder against his hand. Grinning and smoking deeply, he locked eyes with me as he changed positions and slowly into her. He fucked her with a slow, powerful rhythm, his hairy ass flexing, his heavy balls slapping against her flesh with each deep thrust, all the while puffing on his cigar, the smoke curling around his head like a halo of pure, unadulterated power. The smoke was so thick and the sight so wonderful I must have been tripping. It was like a halo of smoky light began lighting up the couple, illuminating my hidden desires and awakening something deep within me.After a few minutes, he pulled out, his magnificent cock gleaming with her slickness. He looked at me, his eyes dark and commanding. "Get over here and clean me off, boy," he growled, his voice a low, raspy rumble from the cigar smoke. I scrambled onto the bed, my mouth watering. I wrapped my lips around his shaft, and the taste of her hit me like my favorite candy. It was a musky, sweet, slightly salty flavor that was nothing like a man. It was the taste of life, of earth, of pure, unadulterated femininity. I sucked him clean, my tongue delving under his foreskin, chasing every last drop of her nectar. I wasn't just sucking his cock; I was worshipping the tool that had just been inside my new temple.Then, he did something that sent a jolt of pure electricity through me. He pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet pop, got down on the bed beside me, and looked me dead in the eye. "Alright, son," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through my very bones. "Time for your real lesson. But first, we gotta fix that broken brain of yours." He took a long, slow draw from his cigar, the cherry glowing brightly as he inhaled. He then blew a thick, plume of smoke directly into my face. "Breathe that in," he commanded. "That's the smell of a real man. That's the smell of freedom. You're gonna learn to love it." He then took the cigar from his mouth and pressed it to my lips. "Suck on it. Don't inhale, not yet. Just get the taste of it. Let it fill your mouth." I did as I was told, the rich, earthy flavor of the tobacco coating my tongue, mixing with the lingering taste of her pussy. It was a heady, intoxicating combination."Good," he grunted, a look of savage satisfaction on his face. "Now, let's get down to business. You're gonna learn to worship this pussy like it's the only thing that matters, because it is."He turned his attention to her, her legs still spread wide. "Look at that," he breathed. "That's a masterpiece. That's what real men fight for. You don't just eat it. You worship it. You lose yourself in it. You become part of it."He leaned in and demonstrated. He flattened his wide, rough tongue and took a long, slow, deliberate lick from her entrance all the way up to her clit. She shuddered and moaned. "See that?" he said, his voice muffled by her flesh. "You taste everything. You breathe her in. This is your new religion. This cunt is your god. I am your prophet. And you," he said, tapping my chest, "are my disciple.""Now you try," he commanded. "Do exactly what I do. Don't think, just feel. Feel the truth of the cigar in your mouth. Feel the rightness of this moment. And take a hit of this cigar. Inhale it this time. Let it fill your lungs. Let it make you a man."I leaned in, my heart pounding. I took a long, deep drag from the cigar, the smoke filling my lungs, a warm, spicy rush that made my head spin. I buried my face in her soft belly first, savoring the feel of it. Then I moved down and followed his instruction. I licked her, from bottom to top, just like he showed me. Her taste flooded my senses, richer and more complex than I could have ever imagined. It was intoxicating. It was right."Good boy," he grunted, right beside my ear. "Now get in there. Get your nose in it. Smell what a real woman smells like. This is the smell of victory. The smell of life. Don't be shy. This is what you were meant to do. And keep smoking that cigar. Let the smoke mix with her scent. Let it become a part of you."That was all the encouragement I needed. Something inside me snapped, not just my sexuality, but my entire worldview. The years of denial, the shame, the self-imposed therapy, the liberal conditioning—it all evaporated, replaced by a white-hot, all-consuming obsession. I wasn't a gay man anymore. I was a creature of pure appetite, a convert to a new, depraved faith, and this beautiful cunt was my entire world.I plunged in, my beard scratching against the soft skin of her inner thighs, my nose buried deep in her. I was drowning in her, and I never wanted to come up for air. He was right there, coaching me, his voice a depraved chant in my ear. "That's it, lose control. Get messy. Show her how much you fucking love it. Show her how much you need it. Show her how much you live for it." His words were a litany of perversion, a prayer to a dark god, and they were setting my soul on fire. I took another long drag from the cigar, the smoke mixing with the scent of her cunt, creating a heady aphrodisiac that fueled my depraved hunger."See that little spot right there?" he pointed out, his voice a low, hypnotic murmur. "That's her sweet spot. Flick it with your tongue. Make her scream. Suck her clit. Pretend it's a little cock. Suck it hard. Show her you're a man now. Show her you're a pussy man."I did as he said, my tongue lashing out, flicking and sucking, my beard getting soaked in her juices. She was moaning and writhing, her body responding to my every touch, my every lick. I was in a trance, a state of pure, unadulterated bliss. The cigar smoke mixed with her scent, creating a heady, intoxicating aroma that was driving me wild. I was a man possessed, a man reborn, a man who had found his true purpose."Look at you," he growled with pride in his voice. "You're a natural. A fucking pussy-eating pro. You're not a faggot anymore, are you, boy? You're a pussy man. You're a real man."I couldn't answer. My mouth was full. But he was right. I felt a change happening inside me, a fundamental rewiring of my soul as I drank her essence. When she came, it was with a violent shudder and a gush of hot, sweet liquid that filled my mouth. I drank it all, my body trembling with the sheer, depraved joy of it, the cigar clamped between my teeth like a trophy.When I finally raised my head, my face was a slick, shining mess. I looked at him, my eyes wild with a new kind of hunger. He just laughed, a deep, satisfied rumble. "Told you you'd love it," he said, adjusting the cigar in my mouth. "Welcome to the right team"

My father (early 60s) and myself (mid 30s m) went out of our home town to give some help to a childhood friend of my mothers, we'll call her M, who lives in a very rural part of the country - she was in her late 50's and had had a really hard time in life - her husband left her after she had raised their children as a stay at home wife and mother, then her eldest son killed himself. Her other two children emigrated and rarely come home to visit her - altogether a sad state of affairs. She was alone and lived in a rather run down house and had a very limited income as she can't work much due to mild ill health. The house needed a lot of work, so my father and myself went to stay for a week and to do some DIY work for her - painting and decorating basically, with some repair work as well, dealing with damp and mould on some of the internal walls. M cooked for us - lunch, dinner, any snacks or drinks that we wanted.

The thing about M is that she was very neglected emotionally - and as I found out, she was sexually neglected too. We had been there a couple of days and my father had gone out for more painting supplies before the hardware store closed so that we could be ready to start more work again the next morning. M and I were watching a drama show on TV and a sex scene came on. It was nothing explicit at all but it was a very suggestive sex scene all the same. I was embarrassed and just focussed on the TV and tried to ignore M who was sitting on the at the other end of couch.

I heard her sigh, which was I thought was odd and I glanced sideways at her. She didn't appear to be embarrassed, just sad and looked lonely. M is not a bad looking woman at all - reasonable body for her age, nice tits and ass, bit of a belly alright, but nothing gross. I decided to just go for it as I knew it was unlikely she'd say anything. I told her straight out that I was here for a few days and if she wanted to have some fun that all she had to do was let me know.

She stared at me, but said nothing. I thought there might be a chance of something happening at some point. I was right.

That night M opened my bedroom door without saying anything, wearing a robe, which she took off without a word to reveal her naked body. She really did look good for her age considering that she hadn't been getting any cock, at least, that I knew of. Large tits hanging down, hairy but trimmed cunt, shaved legs and a reasonable belly. I pulled back the bed covers and she got in - I took off my pyjamas and started to kiss her while her hand went to my cock. I rubbed and played with her cunt and got her wet, then went down on her, which she loved. The whole time we said nothing at all, we just got down to business. After I got her off - loudly, it has to be said, she sucked my cock. She was a bit rusty and it took a bit of time for her to get warmed up. It definitely seemed to have been a long while since she had a man in her mouth! When I was fully hard, I pulled myself out of her mouth, spread her legs and mounted her. Her tight wet hairy cunt pulled my cock inside as much as it could. She definitely couldn't have been having much if any sex as she was pretty tight for a woman her age. I didn't last too long and she didn't either - we both made a fair bit of noise as we came, me shooting my load inside her.

As we finished, we both got a shock to see my father standing there, naked, with his cock in his hand, jerking himself, obviously having heard what was happening. Despite the shock, it was pretty clear what was going to happen. There was certainly no embarrassment given he was naked with his cock out and ready for action! I quickly got off M and she went to get my father's cock in her mouth, and then when he was hard, he was straight into her cunt with his cock for sloppy seconds. I put my still messy cock in her mouth while she got fucked by my father, who lasted a fair bit for a man his age as he pumped away inside her, saying nothing at all, except to call her a dirty bitch when he was about to cum, grunting as he dumped his load inside her. M cleaned up my cock the whole time with her mouth and I managed to hold off cumming again.

When he was finished he got out of the bed and said thanks to M and told her that he'd be back for more tomorrow night and every night until he and I were heading home.

He left us to it and she and I started talking and cuddled a bit. She told me that she hadn't been fucked properly in a long while, that she had a couple of encounters after her husband had left but that she stopped being interested in sex when her son died. Eventually things heated up again and my cock was back in her sloppy cum sodden cunt. I told M that she was a good fuck and she moaned like a whore as she came. I was able to go on for a bit longer but eventually I dumped my second load in her and I was done for the night. She chose not to leave my bed that night, saying that she didn't know if she'd ever get to have a younger man in bed with her again. We did not talk at all about the fact that I was engaged to be married and that my father was married to one of her oldest childhood friends.

The next day my father and I said nothing to each other about what had happened - we literally ignored what had taken place the night before. We went about working on M's house that day (noticing the bedsheets hanging out on the clothes line drying!). M made dinner and after that, I made it clear that I was headed upstairs to chill. As I had expected, M wasn't long in joining me and we fucked and sucked again. I fingered her ass which she liked, but she didn't want anal. Later on my father joined us as we had both expected he would. He passed a comment saying there was a woman putting her cunt out for use and he was going to take advantage, which he did. Which leads me to believe that he isn't faithful to my mother, but that's his business. I don't seek out strange cunt often but having said that I'm not faithful to my wife either if an opportunity presents itself! Anyway, once he had shot his load, he left again and M and I went on ourselves for longer before going to sleep, again in the same bed.

This went on until it was time for my father and myself to head home after our week was up. The house was in much better shape and M was a lot brighter than she had been when we had arrived. My father went back home to my mother and I went back home to my fiancee. My father and I have never spoken about what happened and the situation has never repeated itself. It was strange the following year as M was at my wedding, but the three of us managed to pretend as though nothing had ever happened. There was one difference though - M had a boyfriend, older than me but younger than my father. I guess her boyfriend managed to be a mix of younger and older...