Well, something came up at the last minute, and Bob couldn’t make it that
weekend, having to cancel at the last minute. I kidded with him on the
phone asking him if he had met another girl. (He had a girlfriend up
there already, but I didn’t know that at the time). So, with nothing
better to do, a couple of us hit Flanagan’s again. We met some folks
there that said there was a good party in the UD “ghetto” (off campus
private housing to you folks that don’t know the area). So, around 9
that night, we meandered over to a house where a party was in full swing.
I talked, danced a little, drank some beers. I wandered around the house
and found a poker game going on with about ten people, girls and guys,
in one room. Someone in this house was obviously a serious poker player
because they had a regular table and they were all playing for money.
I watched for a while until one guy quit and they asked me if I wanted in.
I’ve always loved poker and was pretty good having been taught by my
older brothers, but by the looks of the table, the stakes were pretty
high and I only had ten dollars on me. I said, no, too rich for me,
I only have ten dollars. They said the stakes weren’t high, it just
looked like a lot of money because there were so many players. So,
I bought in with my ten dollars and promptly went on a winning streak,
at one point being up by about a hundred dollars. By that point, it was
about 1 am and the party downstairs had ended and the game dwindled down
to me and three guys who were determined not to let a girl beat them.
I knew I should have quit because I was getting tired, but part of
me wanted to wipe these guys out. My luck turned, though, and pretty
soon I was down to about two bucks. I lost that and announced I was
quitting and going home (my friends had left hours before, appalled at
my poker playing). One of the guys, Jim, looked at me and said “Hmm,
not a true gambler quitting like that”. I said, “well, I’m broke, you
guys won”. Jim asked me if I’d be willing to put up a piece of clothing
as collateral, if so, I could stay in the next hand. He said, anything
would do and I wouldn’t have to give it up unless I lost. I was wearing
shoes, socks, jeans, panties, bra, blouse and a sweater over the blouse,
so I thought “I have enough clothes to win a hand or two without having
to show anything”. I agreed and the shoes became collateral. I lost
those, and put up the socks as collateral the next time, also losing.
The third hand I used the sweater and won, and I was happily back in
the money. I won a few more hands but was soon broke again and decided
to try one more hand with the sweater. I lost, drawing nothing better
than a pair of fours. At that point, I decided to quit, but the guys had
one last proposition for me. Jim (obviously the bold one) looked at me
and said “Are you willing to put it all on the line?” I said, “what?”
He said “will you put all your clothes on the line against the whole pot
of money?” The pot was big, about $250, so it was tempting. There was
a bit of an argument among the three of them, but they finally agreed.
Jim said, “it’s been a long night, and we’d like to end it by having
you up on the table dancing and stripping for us”. I said, “Yeah, I bet
you would like that”. I thought about it, and finally said, “I’ll bet
but on these terms: I’m outnumbered, so one hand isn’t fair. We play
three hands. If I win one of them, I get the money. If I lose, we’ll
close the drapes, I’ll get up on the table and do the best strip-show
you’ve ever seen”. They quickly agreed and we started to play. I lost
the first hand and starting wondering if this had been a smart idea and
if the beer had gotten the better of me. We played the second hand, I
got 2 pair and felt confident but one guy had two pair also,king high.
Another lost hand. I was visibly nervous at this point, knowing it
was all coming down to one hand. The guys were being nice though,
although they couldn’t help but smile. The last hand was being dealt
while I was thinking “geez, in a few minutes I might be naked in front
of three guys”. I chuckled nervously inside thinking that at least they
were good looking guys. I looked down at my hand and saw two eights
and a Jack and a five and a seven. I kept the eights and drew three.
The draw was three fours…I had a full house…I was going to win!
Two guys had nothing and Jim was grinning. He asked what I had and
I showed the full house, smiling. He looked and said “Yes!” and put
his hand down. I looked down at four tens and realized I had lost.
At that point, I didn’t move. One guy put the top on the table while
the other shut the curtains and put some music on. Jim came up behind
me and whispered “It’ll be all right, Kathy. Show us what you’ve got.
This will be our secret.” He kissed me on the cheek and patted my ass and
sat down with the other two guys in front of the table. I was nervous,
but determined not to let it show. I thought “Well Kathy, you put your
ass on the line and now it’s time to pay the bet”. I climbed up on the
table thinking “All right, here goes…I’m going to do one damn good
strip for these guys”. I started dancing and swaying to the music and
after a minute or so started unbuttoning my blouse. As it fell open,
I swayed and jumped a bit letting them see my bra jiggle. I turned my
back toward them and let the blouse fall, turning around and continuing
to dance. I danced some more and then undid my jeans, sliding them down
around my hips and finally dropping them and kicking them off the table.
I danced around in my bra and panties, wishing I had worn my black or red
set..haha..if I only knew I would be stripping! The guys knew it was
payoff time and were fixed on me as I danced. I reached around, undid
the bra but held it up in front, letting the straps fall down my arms.
I suddenly realized that I was starting to enjoy this a little myself.
Something inside me said “DO IT! SHOW ‘EM YOUR TITS! MAKE THEM CRAZY”.
I did, I dropped the bra, danced, swayed and jumped, shaking my breasts
in front of them. I dropped down to my knees, got on all fours and
pulled my panties down in the back. I got back up, danced some more,
then went down on my back, lifted my legs, and pulled the panties off
and tossed them. I spread my legs, giving them a full view and then got
back up and danced. I faced away from them, bent over and gave them a
rear view and ran my finger across the lips. The embarrassment was gone
as I realized that I really was turned on… I went back on my back,
did one more leg spread for them and then stopped and laid on the table.
The guys applauded wildly… I thought “my first strip got rave reviews”.
I looked up and noticed that Jim was standing right next to the table
looking down at me. He said “You were great, Kathy. You have one hell of
a body and you do know how to shake your ass”. I looked up and managed
a smile, too tired to say anything. Jim had other plans though…he
quickly inserted two fingers in my pussy and said “Hmm, seems like you
enjoyed the strip too. Looks like Kathy likes being naked in front of
us”. He started pushing his fingers in and out and I protested saying
“I didn’t agree to this”. He said, “I know, but it doesn’t seem like
you mind too much. I think you’re turned on by being naked in front of
three horny guys”. He kept fingering me and I was getting wetter but I
didn’t stop him. After a minute, I suddenly realized that I WAS turned
on and I was bucking against his hand which he had stopped moving.
Our eyes met, and I knew I had been caught. I said, “I’m turned on,
very turned on”. He laughed and said, “I think we all are” and pulled
me up and kissed me while finger fucking me. We stopped kissing and I
said “Am I going to be gang-banged?” He said, “Is that what you want?”
I said, “yes”. Jim said, “then just ask, all you’ve gotta do is ask”.
I managed to squeak out “I want to take you all on”. I had pretty much
lost control to my desires at that point and said I wanted to blow Jim
in front of his friends. He didn’t put up any argument. I knelt down,
feeling incredibly horny that I was going to blow a guy in front of
two others and sucked Jim off while the other guys watched wide-eyed.
After I finished, I was picked up by the guys and carried to a bedroom
where they took turns eating me and fucking me and letting me suck them.
Ron, a stocky blond who had been the quietest, turned out to be the
stud of the bunch–he balled me three times that night–once from behind
while I was down on all fours blowing Jim for the second time. By 8 am,
I had spent most of the night with my legs in the air and was worn out
but happy. We did the three on one thing several more times that year
until they all graduated in May. I never heard that the story got out,
probably because they had steady girlfriends and Jim was getting married
in June. I didn’t do any more group sex during my remaining three
years in college, mainly because the opportunity never seemed to arise.
Although I had become a seasoned pro at it over the year, I wasn’t quite
ready to initiate it.

I lost track of those guys after the end of my freshman year, but toward
the end of my junior year, I got a call from Jim, who wanted to get
together for lunch. I was a bit leery about that because of our past
together and the fact that I knew he was now married. He seemed to
sense my uneasiness about meeting and said that it wasn’t a “date” but
really a business meeting as he wanted to talk to me about my working
at the company he was with. I agreed to meet him the next day at a
local restaurant.

When I got to the restaurant, he was there waiting at the front door.
“He really does look good”, I thought. He was tanned and obviously
working out regularly. He hugged me a gave me a peck on the cheek and
said I was looking great. I pushed aside the feelings that brought
back, reminding myself that was a long time ago. We were seated and
ordered lunch and talked some about old times, friends, his wife, etc.
He ordered me a “Long Island Iced Tea”, a drink which I had never had.
I drank that down quickly because it didn’t taste strong and ordered
another. About halfway through that, I realized I was a little buzzed.
Jim started talking about his work, saying that he was in sales and was
currently bidding on a large contract with an out of state company and
the deal was between his company and one other. He said he had invited
the guy who was going to make the final decision to see the offices and
facilities. I said, “Oh, sounds interesting, but where do I fit in to
all this?” He said that he’d be meeting with the guy all day but would
like for someone to take him to dinner and show him the town that evening.
He said that he would rather someone pretty take him out rather than
doing it himself. I said, “Oh this is some kind of blind date? You know,
I’ve got a steady boyfriend now and don’t date…especially blind dates”.
“Well”, he said, “I rather it not look like a date, anyway. I’d like you
to pose as my secretary. I want to set up dinner and then back out at
the last minute and pretend to ask you to sub for me.” I thought about
it and said, “I don’t know, not really my style”. He said “this is a
great deal for you. All you need to do is come to the office in the
afternoon and act like you are working while he is around and then meet
him for dinner and dancing. Buy a nice dinner dress and the company
will pay for it. The whole evening is on the company tab and you get
paid $500.00.” Finally, it hit me…”Jim”, I said, “You want me to ball
him, don’t you?” I was incredulous.

I had done a lot of crazy stuff but had never gotten paid for it.
He looked a little embarrassed, but said “I need to pull out all the
stops on this deal, Kathy. This might just be the edge. I need someone
that I can count on”. He moved closer and put his hand on my knee and
looked at me and said “I know I shouldn’t be saying this, but you’re
damn good in bed. If anyone deserves to get paid for it, it’s you.”
I actually blushed at that, not sure though if I was being complimented.
The waitress came back and he ordered me another drink before I could say
no. After a minute or so, I gulped the drink and finally said “Jim, you
of all people know I love sex but, geez, this is like turning a trick.”
He grinned and said, “Exciting thought, though, isn’t it”. He said “don’t
answer yet, just think about it.” We talked some more and the waitress
brought the check. I was starting to notice that Jim was doing a lot
of looking at my chest and thought “I wonder if he is going to try to
make me”. He paid the check and said “Let’s drive around and talk a bit.”
I said okay and we went off in his car. He said that he thought about me
a lot and missed the days of our group sessions, saying it was the best
sex he had ever had. We had driven out by the Dayton Mall and he pulled
into the lot and parked. He looked at me and said that he wasn’t planning
on coming on to me but that seeing me again had turned him on. He took
my hand and put it on his pants and I could tell he wasn’t kidding.
I shouldn’t have, but I gave him a little squeeze through his pants.
He put his arm around me and pulled me closer and starting kissing me.
I responded, not being sure if I was excited because of the drinks,
Jim, or the fact that someone’s husband wanted me. He unbuttoned a
button on my blouse and slid a hand inside and into my bra. He said,
“it’s been a long time since I felt them”. He then slid his hand up my
leg and started pressing my pussy against my pantyhose. We kissed and
I suggested a motel. We went to a motel and quickly got into bed and
went at it like old times. When it was over, we laid there and cuddled.
I kissed him and said “Jim, I’ll do it. I’ll be the company whore.”
He said “are you sure? I didn’t mean to pressure you.” I grinned and
said, “Jim, I want the job. I’m applying for it. Hire me.” He laughed
and said “the job is yours.”

Well, I went through with it. The guy was about thirty, pretty average,
not bad in bed, although I wore him out. And getting paid for it was a
turn on, I must admit, although I never did that again and don’t recommend
it these days. Jim got the contract and eventually moved out of town.
I still get Christmas cards.

She let that sink in for a few minutes and then she exploded
her legs and arms. I must have fainted because the next thing
I knew she was sitting in a chair with her legs holding me up
in a sitting position. I shook my head to try and clear it;
Brandi leaned over and whispered in my ear, ” you are mine,
wimp, and if you ever forget it I’ll really let these legs
work on your body. Now watch the other girls take your pledge
brothers apart. Watch closely because I’m going to use some
of the holds they use on you. We are going to wrestle at
least once a day for awhile. ”

Before I could respond she stepped forward and placed my neck
between her calves. All she seemed to do was to raise up on
her toes and the pain started immediately. She lowered
herself back down and began doing toe raises; with each flex
of her calves my neck seemed to get weaker and weaker. After
about 50 toe raises she stayed on her toes and began to shake
her hips from side to side. This not only increased the
pressure on my neck; but watching her boobs swing and her
laughter had me feeling dizzy.

Of course in high school I was a simple guy, a bit different from the rest of
the people where I grew up. I had a direction and a purpose; where most kids
were interested in going to parties and getting drunk (and maybe a peek if they
were lucky), I wanted to study and make something of myself.

You know the kind. Poor white trash tring to make something of himself; the
kid in the corner with the glasses held together by tape, calculator in hand.
If this were an earlier age, he’d be trying to read the little black numbers
off the slipstick; maybe in the future it’s a laptop with holograms projecting
out of it’s surface.

Except that I never wore glasses. My parents told me that in order to get
along in this life you need to dress well and look good, and who gives a damn
about your brains. So I’m just shy of 6 feet tall and fairly well built; I
even play waterpolo when sufficiently drunk enough not to care. But my desire
was to be a professional, perhaps a systems analyst, with a nice wife and a
couple of kids. The dog in the front yard and the Volvo in the garage is
optional, of course.

When I was admitted into Pacific Tech, I was elated. All the hard study and
good grades allowed me into one of the toughest schools in the state. Yes, the
place had a 6 to 1 ratio male to female, but I was only there to study. As
soon as I figured out what I wanted to do with my life, and as soon as I
graduated to a successful job I would go about finding that nice woman who I
could marry and live happily ever after with. My life was progressing quite
nicely, thank you, and on the path I forordained for myself.

One of the first things that happens at PacTech (as we all knew the place) was
“Freshman Camp”, a place where all the students went to learn about the honor
code and meet the various fraternities. It’s generally a three day affair
which takes place in a small cove just south of Avon on Santa Catalina Island.

We all gathered in the middle of the student houses for the bus ride out. The
freshman class, about 200 students, brought their gear out and waited. Looking
around I found more than a sufficient supply of calculators hanging from nerdy
guy’s belts to satisfy the computational requirement of any one of NASA’s space
probes. I was glad for my parent’s advice to keep care of myself and my
apperance; I certainly stood out from the crowd!

The busses arrived, and the great mass proceeded to stuff themselves in. Not
in any particular hurry I moved to the back of the second bus, and made myself
comfortable. As the bus packed, a rather pretty girl picked me out, and worked
her way to the back to join me.

She wore a rather tight leather miniskirt, a tank top, and a black leather
jacket; the exception to the rule of t-shirts and messed up hair. From this
vantage I saw a rather shapely ass and thighs dressed in black fish-net
stockings, and something inside of me awoke for the first time.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t ever seen a girl before. I had dated some in high
school. It just was, well, not in my plans for the future. I am a goal-
directed person; if it’s towards my goal I am more agressive than most and
stubborn as a mule. If it isn’t in the direction I want to go, however,
nothing can cause it to capture my interest.

But something about the way she breathed was impressive. Her shape, her long
flaming red hair, the smell of her purfume; I couldn’t move, couldn’t think.
Something more primitive was trying to rest the controls of my life away from
me, and I wasn’t too certain I should give in. When she asked if she could
join me, I stammered “uh, sure”, and she giggled as she sat down and snuggled
up next to me. And my poor mind fried.

Scotty, beam me up! Circuit overload! Red alert! (And as a vision of me
rubbing her thighs, or letting my hand run itself up to the hair between her
legs.) She held my hand and asked if I was okay. I didn’t know. The Volvo
was sinking fast.

We arrived some thirty minutes and three thousand years later at the dock where
our boat would be taking the freshman class out to the island. Gloria, still
holding my hand and chatting away about her family and her friends in high
school, was still snuggled up very close to me, and I was stiff. Holding hands
was safe, but something inside of me was telling me that it wasn’t. The boat
arrived, we moved to there, and she sat herself on my lap, holding on to me as
the boat moved towards it’s destination.

Actually the boat ride wasn’t too bad; my mind having overloaded itself with
the possibility that there may be more to life than computers and a cosy
marriage in the distant future. I rubbed her back and told her about the place
where I grew up; she held on to me and told me about her house in Texas and how
the waters in the ocean were so warm that she’d go swimming nude in the
moonlight.

Once the boat arrived, we were seperated. The class seperated, was processed,
placed into their appropriate rooms or tents as the situation warranted, and
sent on our way to the lectures, meetings, and group talks which were supposed
to dominate our life for the next few days. Of course I was disappointed; for
the rest of the day through lunch and dinner I hoped to meet Gloria and hold
her hand, but of course (my rational part told me) my purpose at PacTech was to
study.

After dinner there was a “campfire”. With two hundred people attending it’s
rather hard to sit around a single fire and be cozy; and about an hour into
this listening to kids talk about their science fair experiments and how they
wanted to revolutionize Artificial Intelligence with the unique insight they
possessed, I quietly left.

Behind the campsite there is a hill called “Bible Peak.” It is a hill about
two hundred feet up with a cross of wood at the top. It also possessed one of
the best views of the campsite and the ocean below. In full moonlight I made
the hour trek to the top of the hill, where I found a rock and sat still,
watching the white waves crash below.

While contemplating the stars and my future I heard a twig snap behind me.
Startled, I turned around. A dark figure worked it’s way up the last 10 feet
of hill and sat itself beside me, moon at it’s back. Without a word, it
started stroking my hair and face, relaxing me.

Gloria! I was happy to see her again, as I missed her company from the
morning bus trip. She stood over me, while stroking my hair, and started to
work herself out of her tank top.

I grabbed her hand. “Hang on,” I said, “maybe we should talk. I’ve never done
this before. Can you just sit here and talk with me a while?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah. You just take my breath away. Sorry; I’m just new at this. Please
forgive me. God your beautiful.” I was in overload; there were about a dozen
things I wanted to tell her but that was the best I could do.

She sat down next to me and held my hand, and we talked some more. She had an
interest in photography and I told her how beautiful the moon and ocean would
be captured on film. I told her about the stars where I was from and how if
you were patient you could make out the Milky Way. She asked me about my
lovers and I admitted there had been none; I was always interested in fufilling
my dreams, but I had to admit I wasn’t certain what they were anymore. We
laughed, and when she went to kiss me on the cheek, it seemed natural to kiss
her on the lips.

She let her hands glide over my back and I held her and stroked her hair. She
shivered when I ran my fingernails down her back, and experimentally, I let my
fingers run lower and lower over her ass as well. I wispered in her ear,
asking if she was alright, and she responded by tumbling us both over onto the
grass, her on top.

She pinned me down with her hands on my elbows, and laughed. “I’ve got you
now. What should I do with you?” “Uh, whatever you wish; you’ve got me, after
all.” To which, she started to unbutton my shirt and kissing my chest.

I worked her tank top off and started rubbing the skin underneath. Her nipples
felt hard against my bare chest, and she gasped quietly when I ran my fingers
over them. Perfectly shaped, she held one to my mouth and I started licking
it, first gently, then hard, pulling the enire nipple in with my mouth and
pressed around the tip with my toung.

Gloria picked her weight off of my hips and worked her way around to start
taking my pants off. I rotated towards her on my side and started rubbing her
thighs. Allowing my hands to work their way up her tight miniskirt, I found
her pubic hair wet, though then I had no idea why.

After working my pants off of me, she licked my stiff cock and started sucking
hard. What fragments of my mind that survived up until then had been blown,
with the smell of her long red hair and her firm ass in my hands, my hard
cock in her mouth and part ways down her throat.

She asked me then if I wanted to make love. I said yes, but I didn’t know how.
“Don’t worry; let me do the driving.” She unfastened her skirt and let it drop
to the ground, and sat herself on me, slowly working me inside. Holding my
wrists to the ground, she rocked her hips back and forth until I was all the
way in, and rythmically she brought herself up and down.

I was breathless. Gloria smiled at me and shuddered, getting tighter and
tighter around me with each pass. She rocked for several minutes, and then
with some effort pushed herself upright, brushing her hair upright and allowing
me full view of her glorious chest. I reached up and grabbed one, then the
other, and circled her tits with the tips of my fingers, spiralling from the
outside to the nipples. It seemed forever she rocked on top of me, both of us
moaning and not carring who found us there, until I exploded, and for a moment
her face shined in something more than moonlight.

I asked her “Why me?” at some point during our lovemaking, and she laughed,
saying “Your cute, and I liked the way you tried to cover your shyness on the
boat ride over.” After our lovemaking I held her in my arms and ran my fingers
down her back. By this time it must have been midnight; the moon now low over
the hills, and she snuggled close, spoon fashion; this time for warmth.

My hands fell on her stomach, and I drew circles around her bellybutton and
across the top of her pubic hair. Turned on by this I bit the back of her neck
softly, and ran my fingers up and down from her chest to her crotch. Her back
arched, pressing her ass against my now stiffened member. Grabbing it, I
pushed it forwards and in, brushing her clit with my fingers in the process.
“May I drive this time?”

She arched her back even more, reaching around and grabbing my ass to help me
in deeper. I held her, one arm around her stomach, and the other arm propping
her head up and holding her close. We rocked, I driving myself even deeper and
deeper as she moaned. I was sure we must have been heard, but I really didn’t
care; the only thing that mattered was this sexy girl in my arms, and driving
her as wild as I could.

She broke out in a cold sweat all of a sudden, and I felt a wetness down below
that wasn’t from me. She then gasped, and her grip on my ass tightened as I
exploded again, clamping down on my teeth to keep from yelling at the top of my
lungs.

We met every night on that trip; each time in a different location near the
campsite. She taught me the fundamentals of sex, her shapely body infinitely
adaptable to all of about a dozen different positions. And as we sailed back
to the mainland back to school proper we held each other at the front of the
boat, her arm around my waist and on my ass, and my arm around her body, hand
inside of her leather jacket.

It’s been almost seven years since my introduction to the mysteries. Gloria
is now married and living somewhere on the east coast; I haven’t seen her in
years. I now live alone in a one bedroom apartment in Pasadena; somehow the
thought of a house with a wife and kids, Volvo and dog in the yard just doesn’t
appeal to me the same way as it did before. It’s not a goal the way it was for
me before; now it’s just something that I might like to have someday.

I have had quite a few lovers since that night; I’ve even been in a few
manage-a-tois. With each lover I have learned something different about sex
and making love; with each person sex is different but always wonderful. But
for me, the first time was special, a time that I shall remember always.

Once again, Paris is looking for more than just the usual party scene! She hooks up with her friend Tara Reid at a nightclub and gets the drunken starlet to join her in some hot threesome action with her guy friend. Paris lends a helping hand and assists the guys hardon into her juicy mouth for a good blowjob. They take turns jumping on and off of the ready to fuck cock and letting each other share in the pleasure of fucking the same cock. When the girls are done pleasing his fuck stick, he gives both of the girls a nice facial!

please see the gallery asap!

Pop star princess Britney Spears may be the all American dream girl but she’ll show you her nasty side! Watch her tits seemingly pop out of her tight fitting short top as she pulls it over her head and exposes her supple fleshy mountains. This pop diva is craving a good hard fuck session and begs her guy to give her pussy a pounding that will leave her vagina raw and satisfied. She gets fucked doggystyle in both her pussy and then her tight virgin asshole before getting a nice creamy facial at the end!

please join britney at sinfullcoimcis.com

Luscious Angelina Jolie puts her dominating ways to good use. She makes her lover sit in a chair and ties his hands, making him vulnerable for her every desire. She starts off by getting her thick and plump lips nice and moist before taking his cock into her mouth. As she prepares his cock by giving him a blowjob that he’s bound to never forget, she stands up and straddles him, right before sitting on his now throbbing hard cock. With a ball gag in his mouth, he can only let out pleasurable moans as Angelina rides him to ecstacy.

Pete was a gorgeous guy who had his pick of women. I fact, he

usually picked more than one of them. This may not seem like a problem to

some, but I’m sure his wife wouldn’t have been to happy to find out. as

for me, I was more limited in opportunities. But I knew I would never

have to worry about ‘picking’ again was I was soon to have my own wife.

Her name was Michelle, and with an unlimited pick of women, I

would have chose her. She was beautiful, soft, and sexy. I wondered how I

had landed a girl whose medium-length blonde hair glowed in the sun,

whose face captivated the eyes of every man who beheld it, whose breasts

turned heads with their side-to-side bobbing as she walked. She was

incredible, and soon to be my wife.

Michelle had told me something of Pete, and the only time they

had ever met. It was at a party, and Michelle told me she knew the

instant she saw him she was going to fuck him. (This was when we first

met, before we started dating. I don’t think I could have handled this

after I fell in love with her.)

“I wasn’t the prettiest girl there.” she had explained to me.

“So I knew I would have to be the most aggressive.” I don’t think any man

could resist her aggression.

Michelle continued. “I went into the bathroom, and was going to

tell Carry (her best friend) about him. Her first words were ‘Oh my God!

Did you see that babe!’ My answer was ‘Hell Yes! Oh how I want to fuck

him!” Carry smiled at me and told me she saw him looking at me, or more

specifically, my breasts.”

At this point, I too looked at her tits. She caught me. “It’s Ok.

I know I have large breasts. Anyway, in the bathroom I undid the top

buttons on my blouse, to show off some cleavage. I had to redo the last

one because my bra was showing. Carry stopped me. ‘Take off the bra,

Michelle.’ I paused, then agreed. I was sooo excited I might have gone

out there topless. I took off my shirt and bra, noticed Carry staring at

my chest jealously, then put my shirt back on. I only buttoned just more

than half of the buttons. I practiced my leans, knowing what move would

hide my assets, what moves would create cleavage down past my breasts,

and what lean-overs would grant Pete a perfect view of my breasts,

nipples and all. I then went to conquer.”

She went on. “I don’t think Pete looked at another girl the rest

of the night. Then again, he didn’t look at MY face much, either. We

played cards with some other people, and slowly the crowd dissipated.

Soon we were playing Blackjack, just the two of us. We were playing for

fun, but I knew everytime I leaned over the table to pick up the cards,

he was having some EXTRA fun. I started losing, badly. He joked about

needing someone good to play with. I offered to raise the stakes. He

asked how. I said, name his stakes. He smiled, looked directly at my

rather uncovered breasts, and said, ‘They’ve been staring at me all night

long.’ Then he looked at me. ‘If you lose… I get to feel your breasts.

If you don’t accept my stakes, I’ll find someone else to play with.’ I

agreed.”

I listened to her tell me the story, my swelling cock telling me

how I could arrange such a game! Michelle continued. “He dealt me a 10. I

said ‘Hit.” He dealt me a 4. I said ‘Hit.” He dealt me a 6. I said ‘Hit.’

He dealt me a queen. I said ‘Feel.’ I ran my fingers down my breasts,

ready to open my blouse for him. The someone popped in the room and said,

‘Pete, your wife is on the phone.’ He looked very disappointed! So did I.

So DID I! I was gone before I came back.”

That’s where the story ended. I had forgotten about it quickly as

I fell deeply in love with Michelle. Her breasts were well worth Pete’s

attention, and I saw to it they didn’t go neglected. But she was so much

more than her tits. She was funny, intelligent, and god, I loved her. I

never thought about Pete again, until two days before our wedding night.

He had called Michelle, and asked her for sex. He said He was sorry, and

that he was now divorced. He wanted to fuck her so bad that night and he

couldn’t bear the thought of her getting married without sucking her

awesome titties and feeling his cock in her warm wet cunt (his exact

words.) Naturally, I was pissed! But Michelle calmed me by saying she

told him NO! flat out. Since we were moving after the wedding, I figured

we wouldn’t hear from him again.

The wedding day came, and I was in heaven. Michelle was

absolutely radiant. Her gown was stunning, right down o the little peek

of cleavage. The day wizzed by in a blur, the only things I remembered

were saying “I do.”, kissing her deeply, and whispering into her ear,

“You are my life.” I didn’t notice the faces around us, or the trip in

the limo, or the reception dinner. I just thought about Michelle, how

much I loved her, and how I was going to make love to her as my WIFE for

the first time. I didn’t notice the DJ, didn’t notice the dancing, didn’t

notice Michelle leaving our table with an extremely attractive man…

Michelle stood in the hallway.

“I can’t. I CAN’T! I’m married now!”

“God, oh god I want to fuck you!”

“Pete, it’s not going to happen!”

“I want to rip that dress off of you. All I can see is your naked

body in my mind…”

“Shh! Quiet! I’m married, damn it! Don’t let people hear you say

things like that!”

“Fine!” Pete took her by the arm and led her into one of the

church’s rooms that was currently unused. He took her by the hands

inside, where she leaned against a desk.

“I want you Michelle. I know you want me, too. You were flashing

me your tits that entire god damned night! You were going to fuck me that

night, and you know it!”

“That was then Pete! That’s ancient history!”

“Say it, say you were going to fuck me!”

“Pete!”

Pete leaned closer, and moved his hand to her right breast.

Michelle flinched, but didn’t move. “Say it”

She hesitated. He eyes looked down. “I was going to fuck you.”

He pressed against her, twirling his finger over the smooth curve

of her dress. “Then fuck me now, let me touch you, taste you, fill you.”

“No. It can’t happen. I don’t want it to happen.”

“Then why did you send me an invitation?”

Michelle turned her head away. She bit her lip. Pete began

stroking her hair with his right hand, and caressing her breast with his

left. He pressed his right leg in between hers.

“You want me, don’t you?” Pete said smiling. “It’s ok. It’s Ok..”

he cooed. “You want me…”

Michelle turned her head back to face him. Tears were streaming

down her eyes. She nodded.

“You never forgot me, did you?”

She shook her head.

“Fuck me.”

She nodded.

Pete leaned her against the desk, then went to his knees. His

hands found their way under the wedding dress, and worked up her legs.

Michelle tilted her head back, her eyes till streaming. Pete lifted the

dress over her head, and began kissing the garter. He slid his tongue

underneath and around it. He clenched it with his teeth, pulling it

upward. He moved it up her thigh, pausing to kiss the soft flesh. Michele

began to moan softly, she wiped away her tears, and placed her arms on

Pete’s shoulders. Pete used his hand to slid the garter the rest of the

way. As it reached its apex, he pulled out from her dress. His hand moved

over, and began rubbing her cunt.

His other free hand pulled the dress up. Michele leaned back onto

the desk, her dress now above her waist. Her panties were now visible, as

was Pete’s hand pressing into the indentation of her cunt. The panties

were simply a piece of white, shimmering silk connected by thin silky

strands that tied at her hips.

“Uhhhh.” Michele moaned as his fingers pressed her clit through

the silk. “UHHH!” he pressed harder. He then reached behind her, seeking

the zipper of her dress. Michelle leaned forward, pressing her breasts

into him. She sought a kiss, but his head went past her. She sucked on

his ear instead. Pete found the zipper, and pulled it down. Michelle

pulled back, and wiggled her arms from the sleeves as Pete pulled the

fabric down. Here breasts bared themselves in one glorious movement. Her

dress was now completely around her waist, her tits still jiggling from

the motion, her cunt-soaked panties and length of her legs still visible.

Pete took what her could of her breasts into his hands. They seemed even

larger in the nude. He watched the shape change as he kneaded them. He

massaged them, caressed them, and sucked them as Michele’s eyes still

wept. Her cries were mixed with moans. Pete pinched and nibbled her erect

nipples as he slightly humped her.

“Do it. Do it!” She breathed.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, just do it!”

Pete stepped back, and dropped his pants. As preparation, he wore

no underwear. “Oh God!” Michelle noticed his roughly 9 inch cock. Pete

pressed his cock against her panties, against the indentation of her

cunt.

“Do it!” She cried again. Her tears were stronger now.

Pete smiled. “No. Undo your panties.”

“What? No. Just do it!” she wailed. Somehow, if HE fucked her, it

wouldn’t be as bad.

“Undo your panties.”

She hesitated, and again bit her lip. Pete pressed his cock

harder. Michele flat out started balling. The tears poured down her face

as she debated the situation. Once last chance to stop. One last chance

to honor her husband and their marriage. One last chance to fuck Pete.

She wept as her hands went to her waist, and untied the straps.

She lifted the silk from her cunt, and let it drop to the floor. Pete

pressed his cock against her bare opening.

“Do it!” She cried.

Pete took her hand, and placed it on his penis. “You do it.”

“Oh God!” She closed her eyes. The tears still crept out as Pete

grinned broadly. She couldn’t fight. No more resistence could enter her

mind. She moved her hand to the base of his cock, and at once tugged it

down and moved her hips upward.

“Ohh yeah!” Pete breathed. “Again”

Michelle repeated the procedure. “Ohhh!” replaced her cry.

Pete took over, and began pounding her cunt ferociously. They

moaned loudly together as he , still dressed in his tux minus the pants,

rammed his cock into her still wedding-clothed body. Her breasts bounced

with each thrust. He held her at the waist, and drove his penis into her

with force and speed.

The door opened.

Both of them looked towards the opening. A little boy stood in

the doorway.

“Oh No! Oh no! Stop! Stop Pete!”

“No way!” Pete’s body continued to pulse into her. “I’m fucking

you. I’m FUCKING you!” His penis continued to slide in and out of her,

glistening with her juice.

Michelle continued to moan, and couldn’t bring herself to stop

either. She should have wondered who the boy was. Would he tell? But all

she could think of was Pete’s cock in her cunt, filling and satisfying

her. She knew she was going to fuck him. She had always wished she had

stayed that night. He was SO hot! Whether he had a wife or not, she had

to fuck him. Whether she was a wife or not, she had to fuck him.

As his body flinched and his penis released its semen, she knew

she had. They humped a little more. The boy was still watching. She

pulled Pete close, trying to kiss him. But he moved his mouth to her left

nipple. She wanted an orgasm. She fucked him, and now had his cum

dripping from her cunt. She deserved an orgasm!

Pete stepped back. “I think I here them paging you!”

“Oh shit!” Michelle sat up, hurredly pulling her dress down. “Zip

me up!”

Pete zipped her up, and she quickly ran out of the room.

I watched my bride come from the hallway. She seemed hurried, but

I wondered little of where she was. It was time for the garter toss. I

smiled as I planned to sneak that thing up to her crotch. She let me pick

out the wedding night panties. I wanted a preview!

Michelle seemed dazed as the DJ pulled out a chair and sat her in

it. The music started, and she seemed really nervous! She must have

thought I would really embarrass her!

“Let’s not do this now!” She whispered to me as I kissed her.

“It will be ok.” I said, and went to the floor.

I lifted up her dress, enough to show on camera, but not to

reveal too much. Wait… where’s the garter?

I had hiked the dress up quite aways. No garter. I looked towards

Michelle, but the dress blocked my view of her face. I lowered it some,

realizing she must have it ‘too high’ for the world to see. The light was

dim, but I could clearly see her thigh under the fabric. I moved my head

up. No garter…

No panties.

Confusion set in. Then horror. There, dripping from her precious,

beautiful, tight, wonderful cunt… was cum.

Cum. It could only be cum… it could only be sperm. I pulled my

head instantly out of her dress and looked at her. She was crying.

“Where’s the garter?’ someone yelled.

I looked around in a panic. I saw a little boy hold up the

garter.

“Here it is! There was a man on her and they were naked.”

A hush fell over the guests. The boy held out his other hand. “Do

you need these, too?”

Her panties.

I could see how wet they were from here. Gasps and whispers rose

from the crowd.

Michelle buried her face in her hands, sobbing.

I stood up, looked at no one, and walked to the guest book. No

one said a word as I flipped through the pages. No one said a word as I

left the church.

If there is one image burnt in my memory besides my wife’s

cum-dripping pussy, it is the last page I saw that night. The page that

bore the name Pete.