Monday
The long holiday weekend was coming to a close. It was the day to pack up and leave, even though neither of us wanted to. She was sleeping late this morning after having watched fireworks all over the lake until nearly midnight.
I could feel the need. The need for something more than our lovemaking could offer. The need for a man. I called him on my cell phone. He answered on the second ring. "Dave?" I asked, "Are you going to be off the whole week after the fourth like you were last year?"
"Yeah," he said casually, "Why do you ask?"
"Well, " I began a little hesitantly, " I was hoping maybe I could come over one morning or afternoon during the week."
"That will be all right, " he responded, again with a casual air, almost disinterest. It was crushing, maddening. I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him. "But if you do, you know what I am going to do to you don't you?"
"Oh, yes," I sighed, "I want you to."
"Want?" he inquired, "Or need?"
At the very sound of the word "need" I realized how much I needed his attention, and I lost all restraint "Oh, yes, Dave" I gushed into the phone, "I need your loving, I need you to fuck me. I need a hard slamming, long stroking, ass slapping fuck from you! I want your long hot dick in my mouth and in my ass. "
"My, my, it sounds like you have quite a need built up. Well you come on by Wednesday morning around ten and we'll see what I can do about that need," he said coolly.
"Not 'til Wednesday?" I asked.
"Wednesday," he repeated firmly. "About ten."
"I'll be there," I sighed, and then a thought crossed my mind, a thought that sent blood rushing to my dick, making it stiffen and squirm in my tight shorts, " Dave? When you come to the door, could you be naked?"
"Okay, I'll do that just for you."
We said curt goodbyes and then I closed the phone and resumed packing knowing that there was an unmatchable moment of ecstasy in my near future. The time wouldn't pass fast enough.
The ride home, though not long seemed like hours, my mind kept jumping ahead to the Wednesday morning that was my main goal right now.
Tuesday
Tuesday at work was a drudge, besides all the catching up on routine end of the month administrative details, there was the backlog of new work from clients who worked all during the holiday weekend and now expected action from me. Time after time my mind drifted off to Dave's rock hard eight-inch cock. Of how I longed to worship at the altar of his erect member, kissing his balls, gently sucking each one individually into my mouth. Kissing, licking nibbling my way up his long shaft to the head, licking the underside of the head, swirling my tongue on the whole head, slowly lowering my mouth down over his prick, tongue lashing all the sensitive parts and feeling the string on the lower side of his prick enlarge and grow rigid, the sign that my ministrations were having a good effect.
It's hard to get work done when those kinds of thoughts are racing through one's mind. But they kept on coming back. Like that night after dinner. Bridget and I were relaxing from our busy day, dressed only in gym shorts and t-shirts ... just lounging and watching a stand-up comic on Comedy Central. My mind once again strayed to Dave ... to meeting him at the door, his near perfect body completely nude, his huge member hanging limply, looking toward the floor. As I let him draw me close to him, his lips finds my mouth as I open mine, our tongues touch lightly producing a tingling in my groin. In this dream, I reach down for his uncovered member, gripping it gently, feeling it start to grow as he warms to the kiss we still share.
The wide-awake dream was having its effect. My own dick was starting to grow in my shorts.
"My, Mr. Happy seems to like this comic," Bridget observed, noticing the growing bulge in my shorts.
"Wha ...? " I fumbled, and then smiled sheepishly and said, "Oh, you mean that?" I was thinking about us making love."
"Making love, like when?" she asked impishly.
Now Bridget can be awfully cute, with her short, curly red hair freckles that dance across her face and little upturned nose. Pert tits, not big, but just right for her small frame. But her greatest asset is a really great ass. Two perfectly formed globes supported by legs that are close to perfect, too.
"Not when", I told her and then added, hoping to cool her interest, " But how."
"And how's that?" she asked.
I looked at her, gave her a peck on the tip of her nose and said, "In your cute little butt."
"Oh," was all she said. A slight frown wrinkled her brow and then she asked with her head tilted slightly to her left, "Is that really that important to you?"
"No, not important, just exciting." Thinking that would put the matter to rest.
"I see" she said, " Maybe it could be exciting, if only for the newness," she added.
" Well it would certainly be something new after seven years," I said without thinking of the consequences.
"Yeah, it would be new", she agreed. Without saying anything more, she got up and left the room.
There, I thought, now I've done it, I've pissed her off and she will go to bed angry, then I'll have to patch things up in the morning.
In just a few minutes, she returned. She now had on only a t-shirt. No shorts and obviously no bra ... her taut nipples were showing themselves proudly through her t-shirt. She bent over and kissed me on the lips, letting her tongue first brush my lips and then enter my mouth when I parted my lips.
"So you want to invade my rump?" she said, reverting to her earlier impish voice and manner.
"Um hummm." I answered; licking my lips gathering in the taste her kiss had left. What was that? Butter? Butter!
As I was doing this, she was tugging on my shorts, pulling them down to my knees and then to my ankles. I was wearing nothing under them, so my erect dick was standing straight up.
She reached behind her, up under her t-shirt and pulled out a quarter stick of butter, one end of which was partially worn down, sort of rounded.
She handed the stick of butter to me and said, "Well here, grease up that big pole of yours and let's give this a try."
I took the stick of butter and found that the rounded end was warm and slightly drippy. And then it hit me; she had stuck the end of the stick of butter up her ass to lubricate it. The butter was our lubricant for this anal adventure she had planned.
I rubbed my hands on the butter getting it slightly melted and then rubbed it all over my pole, stroking up and down, the sensation giving me tingles all through my groin. Bridget took the stick of butter from me and laid it on my newspaper on the coffee table. "Let's not use it all up, we may need some more later."
She then took my hands and placed them on her hips under her t-shirt. As she did this, she caught the hem of the shirt and pulled it over her head, leaving her completely nude before me.
Then holding my hands on her hips, she climbed up on the sofa on her knees and leaned over and kissed me again. Still holding my hands, she helped me guide her to my waiting hard dick. I felt the head of it against skin, then it snagged on her little puckered anus. She smiled, sighed slightly and said, "There."
As she did this she began to descend upon my dick, slowly. I could feel the head compress as it strained to enter her. She rose up slightly then sank back down again. This time, her puckered rose bud seemed to open up in greeting to the mushroom head of my cock. I'm almost seven inches in length, but not very big around. In charitable moments, Bridget calls it a "log" but when she's pissed she calls me needle dick.
Tonight she sank slowly on to my tool, gasping as it penetrated deeper into her with each movement of her legs, lifting and sinking ... driving my dick into her in tiny increments. Deeper and deeper with each downward movement. The gasp she first emitted was not repeated. Now she was uttering a sharp hiss as she drew breath between her teeth as she sank and then expelled it as a loud sigh as she rose up from the deepening penetration. Finally, her ass cheeks were on my bush, her dripping vagina was leaking on my lower stomach.
"Aaah!" she sighed. "That is an incredible feeling," she gasped. "Your dick must have been made for my ass ... it seems to fit perfectly. I thought this would be painful, but it is ... it's incrrredible!"
Then she rose from my dick and stood and said, "My legs are tired, let's get in a position where you can do some of the work."
'How do you want to do this?" I asked.
"Fuck me like you would like to get fucked," she said with a quirky smile.
"Now that might mean we don't do anything at all," I said, trying to cover my thoughts that led to my erection in the first place."
"Aww, now that's not how you acted last week when I had three fingers in your ass while we were doing a 69," she said.
I knew I was caught and so I gruffly said, "Get on your hands and knees"
She promptly dropped to the floor right there in front of the sofa and assumed the doggy style position.
I dropped to my knees behind her, picked up the butter and gave my dick another good greasing, then I inserted the fast disappearing lube into her butt and twisted it around a couple of times. That produced a groan and an "ummm" from Bridget.
Putting what was left of a quarter pound of butter on the newspaper on the table, I placed my thumbs in the crack of her adorable ass and spread the cheeks, revealing her little pink pucker. Shifting my knees slightly, I guided the throbbing head of my dick into her. This time it slipped right in as though she had been waiting for the moment. It felt so good I shoved in more quickly than I probably should have. This sudden thrust produced a sharp intake of breath by Bridget.
"I'm sorry, " I said, "You feel so good I just got carried away, I didn't mean to hurt you."
"It was not hurt, it was such an incredible rush of pleasure, " she said, almost gasping for breath. "Now fuck me like you'd like to be fucked, sweetie" Her tone was insistent.
Okay, I said to my self, here it comes darling. I put one hand on her shoulder and pulled her back on my dick while ramming my hips forward. Her cheeks and my hips hit with a smack, and I pushed her away, I gave her left cheek a sharp smack with my open hand.
"Ow!" she chirped, "That hurt."
I didn't reply, just gave her another, slightly lighter smack and rammed my dick back into her. My pace was quickening, but I was making each stroke a long one, pulling out until only the very tip of my head was in her ass then ramming it in full force to the slap of hips and cheeks coming together with force. Each stroke produced a satisfied grunting sound from Bridget. Each smack of my open hand on her ass was answered with a meek little whimper, a sound I had never ever heard from this feisty little red head.
He ass was tight, and each time she wiggled whether in appreciation of what she was feeling or from the smacks on her left cheek, it was massaging my dick in a way I don't think it had ever been stimulated. I was getting close to cumming. Bridget was gasping for breath openly, a sign I took to mean she was close to cumming too. To try to stimulate a mutual orgasm, I reached under her and groped for her clitoris. I found her hand was already there and she was too busy rubbing her clit to relinquish the duty to someone else's hand.
I put both hands on her hips and began to pump her with all my might. The slap, slap, slap of flesh on flesh was increasing in tempo as I felt the overwhelming thrill of an intense orgasm building.
"Oh, Kyle!" she screamed, "I want to know that you are going to come soon, I'm trying to hold back to come with you but I can't hold out much longer."
"Go ahead, baby, come when you can, I'm right behind you." I grunted as I continued a piston like rhythm driving her ass. Even though she was close to an orgasm, she giggled at the "behind you" comment and then shouted, "Oh, I know! I know! I know!" each "I know" coming as I shoved my dick into her ass, our flesh slapping together as we struggled to maintain a rhythm while shivering from our on rushing orgasms.
As she began to come, I could feel the muscles in her ass flexing; it was obvious she was experiencing intense contractions. This tightening of her anal muscles and the resulting stimulation to my already primed dick put me near the edge. Acting on a whim, I pulled my dick out over her, spun her around on her knees and blasted a long hot stream of white man goo right into her face. She lapped at the dripping cum on her face and then, realizing the source of it was right in front of her face, she plunged her mouth down on my butter and ass flavored dick and sucked for all she was worth to get every drop of my cream. While she was doing this she was moaning and sucking air through her nose ... it was obvious she was having another gripping orgasm.
As my dick began to soften in her mouth, she collapsed, her chest heaving to get enough air into her lungs and moaned, "Oh my God! That was unbelievable!" I collapsed beside her and we kissed deeply, sharing our tongues, our breath and the taste of my cum, butter and her ass all in one delightful cocktail mixed with saliva.
When we broke our kiss, I was lightly twisting her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "I know I'll never look at a stick of butter the same way again," I said. She looked down at her erect nipples giggled and said, "Wow if you get fucked like that, you are in for a treat!"
I smiled, thinking, "Tomorrow, baby." I had a little laugh with her and then we got up and went to shower together and go to bed. We were all worn out.
Wednesday
I woke up about 5:30 and quietly went to the kitchen to make coffee. Once I had a cup, I took the pot went down the stairs to the basement to the bathroom I always use in the morning. I'm an early riser and I do this so as to not wake Bridget who cherishes every second of sleep in the mornings. But this morning, I was going to the basement bathroom for another reason. That's where I keep my enema equipment and I definitely wanted to clean my self out for the fucking I was going to get later this morning. I wanted to make sure there would be plenty of room for Dave's eight inches, and no messy clean up afterward.
As I was making preparations, I realized that this is probably how a teen-aged girl feels when she's getting ready for a big date. In the bathroom, I opened one of the drawers in the built in cabinets and withdrew the two-quart enema bag, the tubing and the stainless steel six-inch dildo shaped nozzle. I ran the water in the sink until it was the right temperature, warmer than body temperature, but not too hot to damage the sensitive tissues. I wanted to be clean, not burned Filling the bag, I added half the pot of coffee ... the caffeine would be a great stimulus making the enema even more enjoyable. And I wanted to enjoy this enema even though it was for mainly for cleansing purposes.
I took the full two quarts fantasizing that the stainless steel dildo nozzle was a real dick reaming my ass. When the last few drops had disappeared inside me, I waited a few minutes before expelling it to let the caffeine absorb into my colon. I refilled the bag and took that, adding another two quarts before I expelled that. When the next two quarts came out almost clear, I knew I was clean and ready for Dave's big dick to invade my ass and send me into ecstasy.
I cleaned up all my equipment and put it away. When I came out of the bathroom, Bridget was standing near the bookcase looking for a book and sipping on her morning coffee. She must have used another pot because I had the main one with me.
"Having trouble this morning?" she asked, eyeing the coffee pot in my hand.
"No, just a little irregular, I needed to get things moving." I decided there was no need to deny I had taken an enema, surely she had heard me expelling at least the last bag.
"She smirked at me and said, "Now would be a good time for you to get a good fucking like I had last night, wouldn't it?" She pulled a book from the shelf and went upstairs without saying anything else.
This left me wondering if she had any idea what I was planning for this morning.
I arrived at the office a little earlier than usual and dug into a pile of status reports someone had dumped on my desk overnight. Why all this paper I wondered? Why not a nice spread sheet I can compile and email rather than having to key all this data in? It was a legitimate concern, but I was feeling even more piqued this morning because I was not going to let anything come between me and being at Dave's at 10 AM. I called the three people who had generated the reports, leaving word on their voice mail asking for spread sheet files and then left my office to get some coffee in the kitchen just down the hall. There was no way they could call back and protest.
At 9:30, I took my coat off the hanger behind my door and made my way for the front door. I told the receptionist I'd be out for an hour or so and hurried to my car in the parking lot. As I started the car I shivered with excitement knowing that in less than 30 minutes I'd be holding Dave in my arms and feeling his lips on mine, on my nipples all over me.
Traffic was no bother that morning and I made good time getting to Dave's house. It was nothing fancy but it was obvious it was a man's place and no woman lived there. Dave is a warehouse supervisor for a big distribution company. Apparently they pay him well. He has a well-stocked gun cabinet and trophies on many of the walls in his home to prove that he can hit game in the field. Some taxidermist must make a nice living off Dave. He has a squirrel head stuffed and hanging between the heads of two ten point bucks. It's very amusing looking.
Dave? Now he is a piece of work. About six feet tall, big frame. He wears his dark brown hair in a ponytail that ends between his shoulder blades. It's graying a little at the temples but not as much as his moustache/goatee. As I said earlier, his body is near perfect, his uncut dick is eight inches and way thicker than mine. No man or woman could want a more experienced or imaginative lover in bed.
I pulled into Dave's driveway and walked almost unsteadily to his door. He opened the door after the first ring, and there he stood in broad daylight stark naked, his dick hanging but showing signs of beginning to raise its head. I stepped across the threshold and he closed the door, locking it behind me.
"I see you might be glad to see me" I commented, looking down at his semi hard cock.
Without a word, he pulled me to him and kissed me with soft tender and slightly moist lips, his tongue flickering over my lips. I parted my lips and his tongue slipped into my mouth and found my tongue. His big arms wrapped around me and pulled me to him, his hairy chest against my shirted skin. My arms found their away around his neck as I kissed him deeply, tongue probing his mouth, brushing his lips, darting everywhere at once. His right hand came up to my chest and began to unbutton my shirt. First one button, then two, finally after the fourth he pulled my shirt open and his hands cupped my tit, his thumb and forefinger gently pinching the nipple, then he lowered his head and began to flick his tongue around my nipple, then bite on it gently, producing only a little stinging sensation, enough to get me breathing heavily. My left hand went down to his semi hard cock. I gripped it firmly and felt it grow in my hand. I softly pushed the skin back and forth a few times, letting my finger tips lightly brush over the underside of the head of his dick.
His lips came back to my mouth and we shared another deep tongue battling kiss. His cock was growing faster in my hand as his fingers continued to tweak my nipple, harder now than before. He broke the kiss and pulled me close, I nestled my lips in the hollow of his neck and licked there softly, my nose sucking in the scent of fresh washed skin and that light, refreshing cologne he used. He whispered in my ear, "Do you want to go to the play room?" His dick was now standing up fully erect in my hand. The thought of being in bed with him and that rock solid cock made my knees weak.
"I could only muster a soft murmur of "Oh, yes!" and we set off down the hall to his bedroom. He was pulling my shirttail out of the back of my pants as we entered the room. One button undone and it was off me, then he tugged at my belt and the snaps on my slacks and they were in a pool on the floor. I quickly dispensed with my shoes and socks and I there I was, standing before him with only my tented white jockey shorts between my skin and his. How I wanted to wrap my legs around him, kiss him deeply, grind my crotch against his, hump his dick between my legs, under my balls.
He slowly ambled over to me, hooked his fingers in the waistband of my jockey's and tugged them down. "Let's see what you brought to the party today," he drawled. My dick slapped up against my abdomen and then stood at attention for inspection. He took it in his hand, twisted it lightly and said, "You been saving up?" he asked, "Gonna shoot a big load today?"
I was slightly embarrassed, but I told him the truth about last night with Bridget.
"Fucked her like you wanted to be fucked, huh? How's that?"
He pulled my dick bringing me closer to him. He pinched one nipple and said, "Go ahead, tell me."
The pain in my nipple was beginning to really hurt, so I blurted out, "Long, slow skin-slapping strokes, smacks on my ass with your bare hands. Balls banging on my ass."
"Well you came to the right place," he said, "cause that's just how I'd like to fuck you."
Releasing my dick, he walked over to his bed and lay on his back, his long dick lying lightly on his stomach. That was it. I knew I just had to have some of that dick and soon.
I hurried over to the side and dropping to my knees beside the bed, began to lick my way down his shaft to those big beautiful balls in their soft, loose sack. I took first one then the other into my mouth and licked, sucked, and swirled my tongue around each one. Then I gripped the top of the sack with a ring formed by my thumb and forefinger, pulling the skin tight on his balls. Then I licked that thinned skin, knowing how sensitive it would be.
"Aah" Dave said, "That's nice."
I kept on licking, slurping, and enjoying the knowledge I was giving my man intense pleasure.
I felt his hands in my hair, then his fingers gripped my hair and pulled my head up his shaft and then pushed my mouth down on his dick. The big mushroom-shaped head glided past my lips and down to my throat. Just before it reached the gag point, he pulled up until the head was almost out of my mouth, as he was doing this, my tongue was swirling around the big bulb that was his glans. Then he pushed down, and back up setting a rhythm I knew I was supposed to follow. And I would have except he held onto my hair, continuing to push, then pull, using my mouth as his personal fuck toy. I gladly gave in to his urgent needs. I don't know how many minutes he did this, but eventually he stopped just as his dick was swelling even more and beginning that familiar throb that always preceded his coming.
"That's enough, little boy," he growled, as he rose from the bed and pushed me onto my back. "Let's do something different before I blow my wad." He got onto his knees and positioned his dick over my mouth. I eagerly took it into my mouth, tonguing all the sensitive places. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I felt his warm mouth on my dick, his tongue flicking the underside of the head, driving me crazy. His hips moved and he plunged the whole length of his dick into my waiting mouth, down into my throat, causing me to gag. He fucked me three strokes like this and then pulled it out. His mouth never left my dick, but he shifted himself so that his asshole was right on my lips. I had never rimmed anyone before, but I knew I was going to as he rested his weight on my face.
I forced my tongue up into his hole, penetrating him and then swirling my tongue around inside him as much as I could
He stopped sucking me and said, "That's really good, little man. Keep it up and you'll get fucked like you want to be fucked."
I began to assault his pucker with my tongue; two or three swirls around the pucker, then a plunge into the hole. Dave had stopped sucking me altogether, sitting erect on his knees with his anus perched on my mouth.
I was really starting to get into this action when he lifted one leg and climbed off the bed. He reached into the drawer of the night stand, withdrawing a tube of lubricant. With one hand he squeezed some onto the other hand then reached down and smeared it on and in my ass hole. With the tube still in his hand, he climbed back on the bed and sat on his knees between my spread out legs. He took my hand and squeezed some lube into it saying, "Now grease it up, little man." As I began to stroke his dick, up and down slowly, I asked, "Where's your condom?"
"Condom? What for? Do you think your little bitty ass can make this big old dick cum?"
I didn't know what to say, so I said, "Well, just in case."
"Aw, boy," he said, "If I'm gonna cum, it'll be in your face or your mouth, not in your ass."
Then he lifted my legs up and hooked my knees of his shoulder. Pulling a pillow from the head of the bed, he shoved it under my ass cheeks and knee walked closer to me, rubbing the head of his dick on my pucker. "Does that feel good, little boy?" he asked.
I had to admit it felt wonderful, but my apprehension over his being bareback won out and I said, "I don't know, Dave, I'm not sure about your being bareback."
"You said you wanted to get fucked like you fucked her, didn't you?"
"Yeah, but..."
" And you were bareback weren't you?"
"Well yeah, but ..."
"And you want me to enjoy it, too, don't you?"
"Yeah ... " I began.
"Well then this is the way we're going to do it, I can't feel you properly with a rubber on and ... " as he said that he shoved the whole length of his dick into me. The sensation was incredible; to go from a teasing touch on the outside to suddenly being completely full of his hot man meat in the space of about one second was thrilling.
"Do you like that little man?" he asked. I was gasping for breath and didn't answer right away.
"Slap!" I felt the sting of his hand on my bare ass cheek, as he said, "Answer me! Do you like that?"
I caught my breath and sighed, "Oh, yes, Dave!"
He pulled his dick back, almost out of me entirely, then rammed it in again. And again, picking up frequency with each stroke. I felt like I was going to split into two pieces. With each stroke now, his hips were banging against my cheeks. About every fourth stroke, he slapped my ass, always in the same place; the repeated slaps were building up some heat on that side and beginning to hurt. But it was a delicious hurt when combined with his huge dick surging up my hole, filling me to the brim.
His rhythm was increasing and he was huffing and puffing as he rammed me. The expression on his face was becoming tight and almost anguished looking.
I'm about to come, little boy," he said between clinched teeth.
"Please don't come inside me," I begged, knowing I could do nothing about it if he decided he would."
"I told you," he shouted, " I will come wherever I want. I was going to come on your dick, but now I'm going to make you suck me off, ass juice and all!"
He pulled his dick out of me leaving me feeling so terribly empty and, grabbing my hair in one hand, he pulled me upright, then put a hand on either side of my face and rammed his dick into my lips, which I parted reluctantly and he began to pump my face for all he was worth.
The taste of my ass was unmistakable. I was extra glad that I had taken a big enema that morning. He was pumping in and out with a ferocity I had rarely experienced before. And then it happened. I heard his growl building up, a deep guttural sound, his dick began to pump hot cream into my mouth, I only got a little taste before he rammed his dick all the way into my mouth, pushing the head down into my throat where the rest of his load surged down my throat to my stomach.
When the last was gone, he pulled back, letting my tongue get to the head of his dick. I savored the taste of the first glob of cum, and was able to get a few lingering drops out of it as his monster tool began to shrink and soften in my mouth.
"There," he said, "How was that, little boy?"
"Great." was all I could say.
Dave climbed off the bed, put the tube of jelly back in the night stand drawer and left the room Leaving me lying on my back on the bed, a pillow under my ass feeling well fucked but unrelieved. I absent-mindedly reach down and began to stroke my dick.
Dave came back in the room and said, "Well, it's time for you to get dressed and go home, little boy. Give your wife another good fucking for me this time. Or would you like for me to come with you and do the fucking for you?"
"No, that's all right." I murmured, stunned that he was telling me to get out after all we had just done.
As I was dressing, Dave asked, "Are you going to tell her you got fucked really well today?"
"No," I answered, "she doesn't know that I am bi-sexual."
"I'll be she does, she just hasn't admitted it. Think about what she said, 'Fuck me like you would like to get fucked'. That's just an invitation for you to tell her. Somebody ought to tell her, don't you think?"
Going back to the office was torture. My balls were aching to be relieved ... the cheek where Dave had repeatedly slapped my ass was sore as was my asshole. Several times, I was tempted to go into the men's room and jerk off just to get my mind off my sexual tension. But I never got the chance.
I left a little early, stopped at the liquor store on the way home and picked up some Skyy, thinking that a martini would be nice before dinner this evening. When I walked in the door, I heard the throbbing strains of the love theme from Tristan und Isolde. Bridget was sitting in one of the recliners in the den staring at the ceiling. To my surprise, she was wearing only a T-shirt and a big grin.
"And what kind of day did you have?" she asked.
"Oh, the usual, I guess?" I replied.
"Usual? She said. "Do you usually get fucked bareback in the morning and a load of cum down your throat? You call that usual?"
An observer could have heard my heart pounding across the room. I looked at Bridget in amazement, fumbling for words. Finally I managed to get out, "What are you talking about?"
"Dave called right after you left his house. He told me what he had just done to you and added that the butter idea sounded sexy and he'd like to try that with me, said it would do me good to see what a real man-sized dick was like."
"That must have been some obscene phone caller," I offered.
"No, I doubt that. This guy Dave knew all about the buttery butt fucking I got last night. Said he gave you a rough hump in the sack this morning," she added.
What are you going to do?" I asked hesitatingly fearing the worst.
"Well for starters, I'd like to take him up on his offer. And I'd love to see you get fucked, too."
My relief at that answer was visible and audible. After the shock wave of her answer settled on me, I became excited, even aroused. It was clear to me that I was in for some adventures. But the stories of what happened next will have to wait.
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