Getting to Know the New Neighbours
Part 1
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Furthermore, this story is in no way designed to promote or condone illegal activities.
The honeymoon was over, literally. We just stepped off the plane from Cozumel and were on our way back to my flat. After 5 years of dating, we finally got married. The wedding was nice but expensive and after 2 weeks in Cozumel we were prepared to settle into our new life.
The first item on the agenda was moving to our new place. Two months ago, Chelsie had cancelled the lease on her flat, sold her furniture, and moved her remaining stuff into my flat. Then we began looking for a new place, this was months before the wedding, and we finally settled on Sandringham Estates, a community of newly constructed homes with an exercise facility, pool, and spa.
The next morning, I picked up a truck-hire and packed our belongings. Off we went to our first home. As we were moving in, we met some of our new neighbours. Nearly everyone was around our age, 29.
Chelsie is quite the social butterfly. Within a week she had canvased the neighbourhood and met everyone. She told me about Walt who lived across the street and had a dachshund. Mo and Jerry were two single sisters living together. Dennis and Sharon, like us, were newlyweds in their twenties.
Chelsie invited Dennis and Sharon for Saturday dinner. I was glad she did not invite the guy with the dog.
At 7pm Saturday the doorbell rang and there stood Dennis and Sharon. She is a beautiful, tall, thin blonde with massive tits. I love big tits and all I could think of was burying my face between hers. Her husband, Dennis, is equally beautiful; obviously Mediterranean, thin, fit, with olive skin, deep brown eyes, and wavy dark black hair. He is not big, but he is cut. I understood why Sharon is attracted to him. Compared to them we were downright plain.
Chelsie is a dark-haired petite woman with average tits and a tight butt. She is not as attractive or buxom as Sharon. Whereas Dennis was a thin muscular Italian, I am a geeky, muscled, pale, freckled, blue eyed, Irishman with short-cropped brown hair. In the looks department the only things I have going for me are muscles and a big dick.
Over the next few months, we became remarkably close.
Sharon and Chelsie are like sisters and go shopping together. They even started a class where you paint pictures while drinking wine.
Dennis and I get along amazingly well. We both like sports, working out, action movies, and cars. We started hanging out, watching sporting events, and going to the gym. He is a great guy, extremely helpful, with a good sense of humour. At the gym, I was impressed by his tight lithe body. Our wives jokingly called us besties.
The benefit of having Dennis as a best friend is, I get to see Sharon. I know, as a newlywed my attention should be on my wife. However, every time I saw Sharon, I wanted to grab her tits. It was driving me mad.
I have always been sexually aggressive. In the past, Chelsie and I had threesomes, and she knew I was fucking other women. There was never any expectation, on her part, that I would stop playing around. I even enjoyed having other men blow me. Despite not being model level attractive, my muscular body and big dick make it easy to find sexual partners. Men and women are attracted to me and once I pull out my dick they fall to their knees. I prefer women but if a guy wants to suck me off or be fucked, who am I to deny him? One of my male friends often comes over to suck my dick. My motto is, "If it feels good, do it, then do it again."
Chelsie and Sharon went shopping and left Dennis and me to our own devices. We knew they would be out all day and figured we would just relax. In the morning, we went to the gym and in the afternoon back to his place for beer and a movie. We were watching a horrible horror film and had polished off two six-packs of beer. We had reached the point in the movie, where you have the obligatory shower scene where the busty woman is caught in the shower by the murderer. Without thinking I said, "It's a shame to kill her. She has great tits, just like Sharon." It must have been the beer talking. I began apologizing profusely. To my surprise Dennis was not angry but responded with, "Yeah, Sharon has great tits. However, Chelsie has a beautiful ass."
We were both laughing, and I followed up with "What I wouldn't give to bury my face between those tits." Dennis laughed and said, "It is a pleasure beyond belief." After a few minutes I pushed my luck and made an offer "We could make a bet with our wives as the prize. That way either you could experience Chelsea's ass, or I could bury my face between Sharon's tits... I am sorry, that was inappropriate."
Dennis was intrigued by the proposal. He said, "It's fine, we are just talking. I would like Chelsie's ass, and it is every bit as nice as Sharon's tits."
I responded, "Unfortunately, you would fall short as her lover. Once a woman spends time with me, no other man will please her. I am a great lover with a big dick, and I know how to use it. Haha"
Dennis laughed, "Oh really? Well, I have a big dick, and I know how to use it. In my opinion, Chelsie would be more than satisfied. My winning, of course, would lead to me having two women and you having none. So, if anything the bet is unfair for you."
"Well, I'm up for a challenge. I am certain my dick is bigger than yours and know I am a better lover. So, if you want to risk Sharon experiencing the best time of her life ..."
"Haha, I do not believe that is a risk."
"Okay, winner gets the loser's wife for a night. If you win, you get Chelsea. If I win, I get Sharon."
"What is the competition?"
I never imagined we would get this far. I had no idea what the bet would be. It can't be something stupid like a basketball match, because I could lose and giving him Chelsie over something so trivial was unthinkable. It can't be boxing or wrestling because I am much bigger than him and he would refuse. It must be something personal, intimate, and relevant. Something which appeals to his manhood.
"The competition will be dick size and technique?" He thinks he has a big dick so he may go for this.
"Both? I do not understand. Dick size is easy, but what do you mean technique?" he said.
"We must see who can get the other off first."
"What!?," he was incredulous.
"Yes, we engage in sex play. Winner will come out on top or make the other cum first."
"Whoa, whoa! I ain't playing with you!"
"I can understand why you're hesitant; you have probably never seen or touched another guy."
"I have seen other guys in the gym and pornos. From what I've seen at the gym I am bigger than most. Regarding touching another guy... I played with a friend in school while high. However, I am not gay."
"Do you think I am gay?! It is only fair the better sexual partner gets both women. It isn't like I want you. I want Sharon's tits. We are not fucking gay. This is like sexual wrestling to see who gets the woman. With respect to your assertions, in the gym everybody is soft so you cannot compare. When you played with your friend, did he make you realize your inadequacies? hahaha."
"It wasn't like that. We just jerked each other off. As I remember it, he was more impressed with me than I was with him. We could just wrestle."
"Yeah, well being a better wrestler does not mean you are a better lover. We are trying to figure out which of us will better please the women and thereby deserves both. You win and Chelsie is yours. I win and Sharon is mine." With that I extended my hand.
I couldn't believe this guy was going to hand his wife over to me. Did he know, he had no chance of winning? I have a big dick and every guy who has seen it just falls to their knees and sucks me.
Dennis stared at my hand. He was considering the bet. Then he said, "No, I don't think so."
"I understand. Chelsea's ass isn't that appealing, there's a high probability you will lose, and Sharon would desire me for the rest of her life. Your decision is a wise one."
I had gone too far, and Dennis was a bit upset. I let it drop and kept my distance for the next few days, letting him cool down.
Our friendship returned to normal. We had gotten into the routine of weekly dinners alternating between each other's homes. Things were quiet for about two months. Then at one of our dinners, Sharon went to the bathroom while Chelsie was clearing the table; I watched as Dennis ogled Chelsie's ass. He realised I saw him, and became nervous, but I just smiled. When Sharon returned, I made certain Dennis saw me stare at her breasts. He started laughing. When they left for the evening, I said, "Thanks for coming over, and Dennis I hope our bet is still on." He smiled.
The next weekend Sharon and Chelsie went to their drunken painting class while Dennis and I worked on his car. After an hour or so he said to me, "How would we do this competition?"
My heart raced; I was going to get the opportunity to bury my face between Sharon's big tits! It was hilarious, this guy thought he had any chance of getting with Chelsie.
I had thought about this for 2 months and explained, "It is quite simple. First, we see who has the bigger dick. If one of us is much bigger the other person can yield, and the competition is over. If not, we proceed to part 2 where we attempt to get the other person off or dominate them. That will determine who has the better technique."
He still had questions. "What if one of us is bigger but the other is better? What do you mean dominate? Nobody will ever know we did this?"
"Relax, relax. Who am I going to tell? It isn't as if this comes up in routine conversation. Also, do you think I want people knowing I did something like this with you? Determining the better technique should not be difficult. We try to make the other person cum. You can do anything you want. You can jerk him off, suck him, kiss, hug, anything you can imagine is fair game. Eventually, one of us will make the other cum or one of us will assume the role of the aggressor while the other person becomes submissive. It's like a wrestling match, one of us will come out on top."
"It sounds as if you have done this before. I have never done anything like this. What if neither of us cums?"
"Actually, I have never done this. I have had guys suck my dick, and I have fucked a few guys, but they always wanted it. The other men I have been with were gay or bisexual and my dick usually impressed them so much they wanted to suck or be fucked by it. It was more of a `Damn you have a big dick.' Then I told them to suck it and/or bend over. Don't worry about not cumming. I am particularly good, as you will see. Likely, you will cum quickly."
"Well, I am not gay. You are not going to be bigger than me, and I am not going to simply `suck it or bend over.' Plus, every woman I have been with has had screaming orgasms. So, my technique is excellent. You okay with losing and me fucking Chelsie?"
"If you make me cum first Chelsie is yours, but I know that is not going to happen."
"Remember, you agreed to this, and I am not responsible if after experiencing me she wants more.," he said.
"Chelsie is not going to experience you. Sharon, after experiencing me, will be at my door every night."
"You're right, it would be cruel to only let Chelsie experience good sex once in her life. So, winner can fuck the loser's wife anytime, upon her request. I am just not cool doing anything with you." he said.
"I understand. The question is how badly do you want Chelsie's ass and how confident are you in your ability to take it from me? Look, if we do this and you chicken-out halfway through, I win. I do not want you crying foul or reneging on our bet by saying we stopped early so the bet is off. You have a better idea?"
"I really want Chelsie's ass. Hmmm, no the stakes are too high for anything less. You are right; if we are going to give up our wives, we have to be willing to put our asses on the line. If I must go through you to get Chelsie... How do we explain this to the wives? This is going to be fucking weird." With that he held out his hand.
I shook his hand and explained that we don't explain anything to our wives we just allow the winner to seduce them.
"I can't fucking believe we are doing this, but I do want Chelsie's ass."
I looked him square in the eye and said, "You can still back out?" He looked nervous and uncomfortable but shook his head. We walked into his house.
We stood in the lounge staring at each other. The fear was pervasive. Someone had to start. I dropped my shorts and revealed my thick soft 4.5" cut dick. Dennis' face took on a look of surprise and amazement. I love it when they see my dick. I chortled and said, "I told you. Do you want to concede?"
He said, "You do have one big dick... but so do I." His shorts hit the floor and out flopped a thick soft 4.5" dick. He smiled.
He had a beautiful cut dick. It was as big and thick as mine. I nodded and said, "You are big, but we can't tell who is bigger until we're hard."
Maybe he was just a shower. I was impressed but not concerned, few men have tied me in the size department, and I am certain I can put him on his knees. He won't be as big as me when hard. Nevertheless, I did not want that thing near Chelsie.
I would need to be aggressive if I was going to win.
I reached out and wrapped my hand around his thick dick; I began slowly stroking him. He nearly had a heart attack. He wanted to pull away but knew that would mean losing. He stood there and let me jerk him. His anxiety did not prevent him from getting aroused. I watched his dick grow. He reached 6" and I thought, "OK I will still win." Then he reached 7" and I thought, "Decent but not enough." He reached 7.5" and I began getting concerned. In the end a thick 8.25" dick surrounded by trimmed pubes was sitting in my hand.
Fucking hell, I must admit he is impressive. He had a slim, toned, hairless body, beautiful eyes, nice hair, and a big fucking dick. I could not help but say, "Damn, impressive piece of meat."
There is no question, he could please Chelsie. In my imagination I saw him slamming his big dick in her ass, with her on all fours screaming "More! More!" Now, I was nervous.
His dick was warm to the touch, thick, meaty, with a nice weight in my hand. Dennis had relaxed and was enjoying the hand job, but he did not initiate anything. He just let me jerk him off. Big dick or not it seemed he was just going to stand there. If this continued, he would lose.
I got a stiffy from jerking him off; I was now at around 6".
Finally, he nervously reached out his hand and wrapped it around my dick. He tightened his grip and began jerking me. He looked as if he was going to die from embarrassment. His hands were freezing, but they felt good. He was gentle with a firm grip. He used one hand to jerk my shaft and the other to cup my balls. It felt good and the coolness of his hands made it even better. I let out a low "Ahhh..." as he stroked my meat.
The sound of my "Ahh" made him smile. He gained confidence but he had not seen my fully erect dick, yet.
As he played with my dick and balls, my dick grew. Before long, I was at my full size, 8.5 inches.
We stood there each with the other's dick in our hands, staring in amazement. The size competition was a draw. We were both significantly bigger than average and there was no clear winner. I may have been ever so slightly longer than him but nothing significant. We were essentially the same size. I was damn impressed and had to say, "Okay, your dick is as big as mine. I did not expect that; you surprised me. The outcome is going to rest upon who can better please their partner."
Dennis got noticeably more relaxed and confident. He said, "I told you I was big, but I must admit your fucking dick is big. Regardless, it looks like I am one step closer to Chelsie's ass."
He was fucking right. He had passed the first test. However, he must either make me cum or overpower me and I know he can't do either.
He was doing a damn excellent job at jerking me off and I accidently whispered, "Ah, that feels good.", which made him smile. My admission of him giving a good hand-job should have worried me but he was constantly moaning, "Mmm", while I jerked him. I assumed he was enjoying this more than me; hence, I was winning.
This was not going to be as easy a victory as I had originally anticipated. I assumed he would have a smaller dick and simply concede. Then I assumed he would back down. He did neither. I had to take this to the next level. A level to which I have never been. If I wanted to suck on Sharon's tits and protect Chelsie's ass, I must do whatever it takes. I was frightened and repulsed but here goes.
I looked into his half-closed eyes, leaned forward, and pressed my lips against his. OH, HELL! I was praying he would freak out and back away. There was initial shock and resistance on both our parts. However, we both knew that retreat meant defeat. No matter how distasteful, the stakes were too high, and we were obligated. We maintained the kiss. Our lips remained locked, and after a minute, our revulsion began to fade; he began kissing me back.
I was surprised at the softness of his lips; plus, he applied just the right amount of pressure. Soon, we both started enjoying it, and things descended into a full-blown make-out session.
His lips parted and his tongue pushed gently against my lips. I instinctively opened my mouth, and our tongues met. Our tongues began to wrestle; this is when I realised Dennis has an exceptionally long tongue. His tongue is longer and stronger than mine. Despite my best efforts his tongue had invaded my mouth and throat.
It was fucking hot; I hate to admit it, but he is a much better kisser than Chelsie. I became concerned because this was far more enjoyable than I anticipated. Damn it! He was a good kisser, and his long tongue gave him the advantage. Reflexively, I ran my fingers through is soft, thick hair.
He responded by grabbing the sides of my head and running his hands over my short, cropped hair.
I was turned on and my rock-hard dick provided the undeniable evidence. However, he was just as hard.
He was not impressed with my dick like all the previous men. He did not fall to his knees and beg to suck it. He did not want me to fuck him. He thought he was my equal and I should be sucking him. He wants me to desire him and worship his dick.
I have aroused other men but never had I been turned on by a man. His kissing and massaging of my scalp were erotic. He was making me horny. No, we were making each other horny.
Our hard dicks were like two giant oaks.
Damn, I was horny and losing my concentration. He pulled his tongue from my throat and licked my neck and ear. I threw my head back, grabbed his hair, and blurted out, "Holy shit!" I was in trouble, and I knew it. I could not afford to get horny because any mistake and he will fuck the shit out of Chelsie.
Dennis knew he was winning, and the weight of his body was forcing me backwards. His hands ran over my head, and up and down my chest and arms. His big dick was nestled between my legs. His tongue exploring my ear.
He had me whimpering with pleasure. I was so horny, I no longer cared with whom I was making out. I placed my hands on his chest to hold him back. However, once my hands settled on his pecs, I realised his chest was smooth and muscular. My hands could not help but run over his pecs and nipples. I never realised how hot another man's chest could be. I let my hands slide down his chest and wrap around his waist. His waist was soft and warm.
I pulled him close and held him in my arms. Our dicks rubbing together. We started slowly but now were engaged in a wild frottage. It was a clash between two Anacondas.
I could hear his heavy breathing over my groaning.
I knew, for the first time, another man might make me his fuck-toy. This new thought both frightened and excited me. I could potentially be doing the sucking or getting fucked. I had never imagined such a thing, but right now, I would have gladly fallen to my knees. I wanted him!
I understood how Sharon succumbed to his charms. He was hot, hung, and a good kisser. I could not let this guy fuck Chelsie.
My hands ran down his back and cupped his ass. Holy cow! It was firm, tight and furry. What an amazing ass! The more I fondled it, the more my passions exploded. I slid my hands down between his legs. I grabbed his inside thighs pulling them apart and lifting him up.
He wrapped his legs around my upper thighs.
Our bodies were entwined. We held each other tightly. I wanted to move to the bed and tried to carry him from the kitchen to the bedroom. Unfortunately, I could not see where I was going, and we fell on top of the kitchen table. We both laughed. I began grinding my dick into his. He squealed with each thrust of my dick. I was pounding him like a blacksmith pounds an anvil.
It was my turn to make him aroused. My dick had won the snake-fight. My dick was crushing his and he must be getting close to cumming. He was holding on to the back of my head and my ass. His nails were clawing my ass pulling me in closer and revealing his desire. His groans of pleasure echoed through-out the room. He was clinging on to me for dear life, whimpering, and squirming. He was my plaything.
He had put up a good fight, but I felt confident victory was at hand. The tables had turned in my favour.
He pulled my head back and began kissing my neck. His legs wrapped around my waist. I was dry humping him and he was begging for more.
The feeling of his pubes scratching against my hard dick was wonderful. I couldn't help but moan.
He was enjoying every thrust of my dick. Yet, he was accustomed to being on top and his passion led him to try and roll me over. I was not going to allow that. Our struggle for top position caused us to roll off the kitchen table and fall to the floor.
With a thud my back hit the floor and Dennis landed on top of me. I looked at his face and saw pure animal lust. He said, "I want to taste your big dick." With the speed of a cheetah his head was between my legs, and he swallowed my entire dick. I couldn't believe he got most of my 8.5 inches down his throat. His warm mouth felt amazing. I wrapped my legs around his neck and placed my hands on his head. Now, this is what I was used to having happen.
I began to face fuck him slowly but forcefully. My legs and hands held his head in place, as I pushed my dick in and out of his waiting throat. With each thrust I could hear him gag.
He didn't seem to mind having my dick down his throat.
We were out of control. I heard myself say, "That's it bitch, suck my big dick! Take it all!"
I was close to cumming. I wanted to shoot my load down his throat and into his stomach.
He took my dick out of his mouth and ran his tongue up and down my shaft. I let out a loud long groan. He blurted out, "I love sucking your dick! Be a good boy and let me taste your cum." He smiled and said, "Admit it, you're ready to cum!"
I did want to cum! I was super aroused.
Wait a minute! Then it hit me! I was the one with my dick buried down his throat, but he would win by making me cum first. This bastard was winning! He was in control.
I was close to cumming, and I had to do something quickly. I needed to make him mine or he must cum first.
I said, "So, you want to taste my man-milk?" He answered with a "mmm hmmmm." I pushed his head all the way down on my dick. My dick was now deep in his throat. He was loving it, but I could see he was having difficulty breathing. I said, "You like that don't you?" I let his head up for a second as he caught his breath and garbled out a yes. Then I pushed my dick down his throat again and held it there for another minute. I repeated "You really like that don't you?" Again, I let his head up for air and he garbled yes. My dick went down for the third time. I could see tears streaming from his eyes, redness in his cheeks, and his hard dick twitching and dripping pre-cum. I started taking short strokes, not letting my dick move from the back of his throat. He could barely breathe but wanted my big dick more than he wanted air.
His hands grabbed onto and squeezed my ass.
I wanted to be in control, but I must admit neither of us was in control because there was no control. It was a frenzy of sucking, licking, face fucking, and fondling. The winner would be determined by chance.
I said, "I want to fuck you?" and I did want to fuck him. He garbled out, "Too big." I assured him it wasn't and if Sharon could take his big dick, then he could take mine.
He said, "Let me fuck you, instead." He stuck his finger in my ass, and I let out a cry. He looked up at me and smiled as he began finger fucking my ass. I began moaning and he said, "That's right moan like a bitch. Tell me how badly you want it."
I have never been finger fucked before, and it felt so good. However, I was not going to admit it and give myself and my wife to him. I buried my dick deep down his throat. He continued finger fucking my ass but now my dick was choking him. After a minute he wanted to come up for air, but I would not allow him. His finger released my ass, but my dick did not release his throat. I pulled my dick back a bit and he was able to get air. Then I pushed it back down his throat. He was sucking, licking, and slurping all over my big dick. He loved my dick.
I said, "It's time to end this." He nodded and murmured "Mmmm hmmmm." I pulled my dick out of his throat and brought his face up to mine. He was sweaty and breathless. I placed my lips on his and we passionately kissed. While we kissed, I picked him up and carried him to the sofa. His arms were wrapped around my neck. His tongue was down my throat. His eyes were closed. His dick was hard with pre-cum oozing down the shaft. He was lost in a frenzy of passion.
As he sat on my lap kissing me my dick was begging for release. My hands cupped his beautiful ass. My tongue ran over his. My dick, just like Dennis', had precum running down the shaft. My mind had abandoned me. I was engrossed in the moment and all I wanted to do was fuck.
We were both lost in passion. We were horny bastards whose dicks just wanted to explode.
I asked, "What do you want?" He said, "Damn it, I want to you to make me cum! Fuck me or suck me I do not care! Just get me off."
I reassured him it would be fine.
He had lost all reason; he was running on testosterone. I was just as horny, but I still had some shred of rationality; otherwise, I would have been riding Dennis' beautiful dick. We had crossed the line into pure animal desire. I had nearly lost the bet, but it looked like my discipline paid off. He was more feral than I. He had relinquished all reason and simply wanted to fuck. He wanted to be filled with my man-milk, and I was prepared to fulfil that desire.
I said, "Do you really want my dick?" He shouted, "Hell yes, but it is too big!" I reach my hands down and grabbed his ass, lifting him off my lap. His big dick nestled between my pecs with the tip extending to my lips. The sight of his big dick and the feel of his tip against my lips pushed me over the edge. I said, "Damn, you have a fucking big dick." I bent my head down and swallowed the head of his dick. He moaned out, "Unhhh!"
Dennis ran his hands through my hair and pushed his dick down my throat. This time I was the one gagging and unable to breath. However, I did not care. His dick was magnificent. At that moment I would have gladly let him fuck me.
He said, "Fuck me! Please, fuck me! Make me cum!"
I leaned forward lowering him onto my lap but never removing his dick from my mouth. I felt the tip of my dick behind and at the nadir of his balls. He must have felt my dick and said, "Oh, man!" I swallowed his dick and felt his head swelled and twitch in the back of my mouth. He moaned loudly. I could tell he was cumming.
The warm salty liquid filled my mouth and coated my tongue. His swollen dickhead nearly blocked my throat. There was little I could do but try and swallow what he was giving. I was surprised, the taste is pleasant. It was warm and salty with just a hint of sweetness. I swallowed as much as I could but his dick prevented me from being efficient. I felt the warm liquid dribble down my chin and onto my chest.
As he came, he cried out, "OHHHH! Shit! Unhhh, unhhh, fuck me! Just fuck me and get it over with you bastard! Fuck me!!"
He may have cum, but I had not. I needed to cum, and he wanted to be fucked. I removed his dick from my mouth and lowered his body onto my hard dick. I felt my swollen dick head penetrate his tight ass. He cried out, "AGGGH! It feels huge!" To which I replied, "It is huge and hard, and you made it that way." Slowly, his body slipped downwards until he was sitting on my lap with my dick buried up his ass. He cried out, "Agggg, agggg, it hurts!" I told him to take deep breaths and relax. He did as instructed, and I could feel his asshole start to relax.
I did not want to hurt him, so I just let him sit on my dick and get used to the feeling. Shortly, he began bouncing on my dick. I thought I was going to be fucking him, but he was riding my dick. He threw his head back and began saying, "Fuck me! Fuck me!!" I met his riding with thrusts and could feel my balls slapping against his furry ass.
After 5 minutes of fucking, we were going wild. His dick head became engorged and was bright purple, the shaft twitched in anticipation of my next thrust.
He was hard again! He just came 5 minutes ago.
My dick was sliding in and out of his ass. With each thrust he moaned, "Fuck, Fuck."
Then his eyes opened wide, and he said, "I am going to come, again. I am goooinnnng..." An explosion of cum erupted from his dick, hitting me in the face. He must have shot 10 loads some hit me in the face, others flew over my head.
Dennis pulled my head close to his dick yelling, "Swallow it all, like the last time!"
I could feel my balls contract and I knew I was getting ready to cum. I fucked him with every ounce of my remaining strength. He was howling. Suddenly, my balls released, and I knew I was cumming. I buried my dick in him and shouted, "UGGHH... fucking hell!" I shot load after load of hot cum into his ass. He must have felt it because he started whimpering and shaking.
I came so hard I was surprised I did not blow his head off.
We were done.
His sweat covered body collapsed onto my chest, and he placed his head on my shoulder. His dick was a semi-soft 6 inches and lay against my chest. The head was bulbous and moist with cum.
We were exhausted. We just sat their holding each other. He whispered into my ear, "That was fucking unbelievable. I may have lost but I do not regret it."
I looked at him and thought what a handsome man he is. I gently stroked his hair and kissed his cheek. He had a beautiful body, a big dick, and was one hell of a fuck. I had won the right to have sex with his wife, and he may have lost his ass to me, but he had my respect and admiration. I had only won because of luck, I could have just as easily been riding his dick.
I took my eyes off Dennis' beautiful face and looked across the room.
I saw Sharon. I do not know how long she was standing there. She could clearly see my arms wrapped around her naked husband who was sitting on my lap with cum dripping out of his ass and onto my semi-hard 7" dick laying between his ass cheeks.
I had no idea what to do. I imagined she would kill us.
As I looked at her, something was different. She did not appear the same somehow. Maybe I was just tired. Maybe I was just appreciating she would soon be mine. Then I realised those big, beautiful tits seemed larger. Could it be my imagination? No, this time they were pushing against her blouse, nearly popping the buttons. Had those magnificent tits grown overnight? As I focused on her tits, I noticed you could clearly see two hard nipples pushing through the material. Her nipples were hard as stones. She was fucking horny! Seeing me fuck her husband got her horny!
Our eyes met, she smiled, and her hands moved over her breasts. She pushed her breasts together as she undid two of her blouse's buttons. She pulled the shirt open and revealed two beautiful nipples pointing directly at Dennis and me.
My dick responded by immediately regaining it's full 8.5 inches and running up Dennis' ass crack.
Dennis was unaware of his wife's presence and feeling my dick harden and fill his ass crack, simply said, "Again?"
Sharon turned around and walked out of the room.
I had to decide upon my next move.
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