What follows is a true story. Although Dave and I are both married [yes, to women] and have families, neither he nor I can live happily without the unique friendship, closeness, and intimacy only two men can give each other. We are best friends, pals, confidants, buddies; we would do anything for each other, and for each others' families. But Dave and I are also madly in love with each other, and when we're alone, the clothes come off quickly, and wild, uninhibited sex follows. I hope you enjoy reading this – I enjoyed writing it, and I certainly enjoyed experiencing it!
Your comments, criticisms, thoughts, fantasies, and/or experiences are more than welcome! My email is bi_nicky7 (at) yahoo dot com.
And Dave, if you happen to read this, you know I love you deeply, far more passionately than I've ever loved a man. I adore and treasure every moment we have together, as friends and as lovers, and I know we will have many, many years of happiness together!
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I got to our room an hour and fifteen minutes ahead of my handsome lover. That's how I preferred things; it gave me plenty of time to clean up and get ready for him. We had talked earlier in the day, and I had asked him how he wanted me when he arrived: naked and ready for him to take me, or still in my office clothes so he could undress me, unwrapping his "woman." He suggested I could leave the door slightly ajar so he could walk in and find me, discovering me in whatever state of dress or undress I chose. I was tingling with anticipation when he called me from the parking lot, telling me that he had arrived, and to "get ready." I left the door open just a crack and fairly floated back across the floor. I lay on the bed and waited for him.
Since my first sexual awakenings at age 11 or 12, I have always known I was bisexual. Yes, both men and women aroused me, and although at that time I had no experience with either, I knew that a man could satisfy urges, desires, and needs I had that a woman couldn't. At 13, I made my first dildo, and I spent many nights pushing it into me while I masturbated to blissful orgasm.
So there I was, laying on the bed on my stomach with my head on a pillow, watching the door eagerly for the first glimpse of my lover. I had gotten there with plenty of time to clean up – and out – and shower. I dried myself off thoroughly, put on a very lovely and very feminine white lace bra the way I'd watched my wife put hers on over the years, tugged on the matching white lace-insert panties, then rolled the white lace-top thigh-high stockings up my legs, one at a time. Yes, I was definitely the woman in our relationship, and Dave was my man, and neither of us would have it any other way. Dave was strong, very masculine, six foot or six-one, and 210 pounds. Golden-blond-brown hair to die for, handsome, with chest hair that ran down his stomach to a lovely nest surrounding his gorgeous eight-inch-long, two-inch-thick cock. I'm Nick, and I'm an inch or two shorter than Dave, at five-foot-eleven, but a muscular 200 pounds. At 50, my hair had plenty of gray amongst the brown, with green eyes, and silver chest hair that Dave loved. By every external appearance I was obviously a man, and masculine; my friends, family, and business acquaintances all probably thought I was the straightest arrow in the quiver, so to speak. But internally, I had always felt very feminine, and indeed, many times had wished I were born a woman. I wore panties frequently, and not just for Dave, but I had to hide that side of my sexual nature from my wife.
Dave and I had met on a gay dating site. I had tried to meet other men in the past, but it was never right. Before and during my college years, I enjoyed a few gay encounters, but now my 25th wedding anniversary was around the corner, my kids were growing up, and for most of three decades I had relegated my gay side to only fantasies. By contrast, Dave was quite experienced. Dave was as bi as I was, and he was married too, with a family, but over the years had many male partners and encounters, always playing safe. I didn't begrudge him his past encounters; I actually was quite glad he was experienced. Dave knew what he wanted, and was aggressive and determined to get it. As a lover, he meshed perfectly with my feminine, reserved, shy, submissive nature. Over the past six months we have been together, both of us are discovering more and more that we must have been made for each other; there just isn't any other answer for why we became such fast friends, and why our sexualities and natures fit together so perfectly.
And that is why, after being together only a month, we were both head over heels in love with each other. No, not just in lust, although it would be lying to say we didn't both lust after each other in the worst way. Dave and I actually, truthfully, fell in love. Needless to say we're still madly in love now, and we both expect to be in love with each other for many years to come.
As well, we both got tested, we are both clean, and we are both committed to only each other. Yes, we love our wives and families deeply, and will never leave them, nor let our love get in the way of our family life. But for gay companionship in and out of bed, Dave is the only one for me, and I'm the only one for him. Because of our love, commitment, and trust, we left condoms behind a few months ago. We don't recommend doing so for everyone, but it is right for us. We both wanted it. With nothing between us, our love, intimacy, and fulfillment is much deeper, and much more exciting and enjoyable.
Early on in our relationship, I had admitted my love of panties to Dave. Actually, he brought it up to me in an email. He noted that I always wore small bikini-style underwear, and that once I had worn a thong for him – all men's underwear – and wondered, in the email, if I had ever considered wearing women's panties. I readily confessed that yes, I loved wearing women's panties, and more, and that wearing women's tiny, lacy, sheer, feminine things heightened my own feelings of femininity, and my desire to be a feminine lover to a masculine man. It felt unbelievably liberating to admit this to a man who also found me being in panties immensely arousing, and from that moment on, whenever I was with Dave, I was always in panties, and many times in more than just panties.
And now here I was, lying on the bed on my stomach, in bra, panties, and thigh-highs, one leg raised in the air, when my handsome Dave pushed the door open and walked in. As he closed the door behind him with a solid click, and got a good eyeful of me in my lacy, white, undeniably feminine things, I heard him mutter a breathless, "Oh, my god..."
He began pulling his clothes off quickly, his eyes never leaving my body. The body he would very soon be using for his sexual gratification, in whatever way he wanted and needed me.
"I hope you don't mind if I just lie here and watch you get naked," I said coyly.
"Not at all," Dave replied. "You just stay right there and don't move."
After a couple of moments, his pants and boxers were on the floor, and his gorgeous already-hard prick was bobbing luridly as he walked over to me. Dave offered me his cock, and I hungrily accepted, taking his beautiful member into my mouth. He gently face-fucked me, holding my head lovingly with both hands as I took his length down my throat. I sucked him eagerly as he thrust into my mouth, reveling in finally having my lover's penis in my mouth after so many days without seeing him. He moaned above me as I sucked his dick, taking him deep into my throat as his hips settled into that natural, lusty rhythm. When we first met, taking his cock to the root had been a challenge for me because of Dave's sizable girth, but with practice – and we practice a lot – I became more comfortable and confident. Dave now says, honestly and sincerely, that I'm the best cocksucker he's ever had, and hearing that from a man with his experience makes me feel VERY good, and very feminine, and just makes me want to blow him more and more.
After a few moments of sucking his handsome prick and getting my nose tickled by his manly bush, he pulled out of my mouth and rolled me over. Now on my back, with my head hanging off the edge of the bed, Dave fed me his dick again and began a prolonged assault on my tonsils and beyond as he intently and urgently fucked my throat. His balls bounced off my nose as he humped me, and I consciously rejected any urge to gag as his cock filled my mouth and throat. Dave leaned forward, still fucking my mouth, and buried his face in my panty-clad crotch. I felt his tongue trace the outline of my hard cock through the thin nylon as he groped my asscrack with one hand, finding my little hole. I moaned with excitement and approval and my cock twitched as he buried one finger, then two, deep into my tight "pussy." Dave abused my throat for another minute or two, then pulled out again.
"Turn around," he demanded.
As the best of friends, Dave and I were absolutely equal, professionally, socially, intellectually. But in the bedroom, he was the masculine, dominant, aggressive leader, but not in any demeaning or humiliating way; I was the feminine, submissive, obedient follower, hungry, willing, and eager to please and satisfy my man in whatever way he desired. I obeyed quickly, turning around on the bed. Dave grabbed my thighs and pulled me toward him until my ass was at the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees, tugged my white panties to one side and buried his face between my cheeks. I put my stocking-clad feet on his shoulders and gasped as his tongue found my hole. After just a few brief seconds of swirling his tongue around my snug ring, Dave pushed his tongue inside, probing me, fucking me.
Getting me ready for his big cock.
I clawed at the bedsheets, writhing and twisting with pleasure as my man ate my cunt. He had one hand locked firmly around my cock as he rimmed me, pushing his tongue up my butt as far as he could. After a few moments of his delicious tongue fucking, he stopped.
Dave got up from his knees and climbed on top of me. Our mouths met, and immediately our tongues intertwined, dancing and writhing together, as we shared a deep, lingering kiss. Dave is a great kisser – he says I am, too – and kissing is an absolutely essential and delightful part of our intimacy.
"Can you taste your sweet pussy?" he asked as I sucked his tongue into my mouth.
"Mmmm-hmmm," I moaned in reply.
Our kiss went on for at least a minute or two. My hand found his handsome cock, which I knew would be buried in my butt in mere moments, and I gently stroked and fondled his considerable manhood as I held him close with my other arm draped across his wide shoulders. Finally, our mouths parted, and Dave pushed himself away.
Dave stood, his thick penis fully erect and standing straight out. He stepped around the end of the bed to the end table, his cock waving and bobbing as he walked. The mere sight of my man naked, his big dick erect, coupled with the knowledge that in a moment his manhood would be deep inside me, driving me to heights of pleasure and ecstasy only he could, quickened my pulse as adrenaline coursed through my veins. He picked up my tube of lubricant, then walked back and positioned himself between my legs. I rubbed my rock-hard prick through the thin fabric of my panties as I watched Dave thoroughly lube his big dick. He was standing at the foot of the bed, and I was still in the same position with my ass right at the edge. He closed the tube of lube, dropped it on the bed, and wiped his hand on a towel. He grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders, tugged my panties aside, and I felt his slippery cockhead nuzzle between my asscheeks.
I'm very tight, and both Dave and I love it. As he puts it, I have "an ass like a vise." I take that as the sweetest compliment, just as I love it when he tells me I'm the world's best cocksucker. Because I'm tight, and because Dave has such a magnificently thick cock, before we make love, I spend five or so minutes with a thick dildo, working it in and out until I can slip it in easily and any sting or burn is gone. Then I leave the dildo in place for about a half-hour, held up my ass by a tight thong as I lounge around our motel room, so that I'm ready for Dave when he fucks me. I've made that part of my "getting ready for my lover" routine, that also includes douching out so I'm squeaky clean and pumping a teaspoonful of lube inside me so I'm well-lubricated.
The moment I had longed for all week was finally here - my legs were on my lover's shoulders, and he was taking aim at my tight pussy. I desperately longed to have him inside me, and I tingled with anticipation as I felt his lubed head push against my entrance. With one smooth motion, Dave leaned into me, and his big dick slipped into my tight cunt.
"Ooh, fuck," I breathed, as my lover's eight-inch length sank into me with one smooth, steady stroke. "I love you!"
That blissful feeling of warmth and fullness spread throughout my body as Dave's thick cock filled my hot, silky rectum. I simply adore anal sex with Dave – it takes me to heights of sexual ecstasy and fulfillment no other act can possibly reach – and Dave's large member is the perfect fit for me, and I'm the perfect fit for him. And now I was wonderfully, impossibly, delightfully full, my butt perfectly stuffed with my lover's warm, long, thick penis.
"Baby, you are TIGHT!" he exclaimed as the heat of my snug pussy enveloped his rigid member from head to root.
"And you are HUGE, babe!" I told him, pushing back against him. "I hope I'm always tight for you, sweetie! Now fuck me, baby! Make me a slut for your cock!"
"You're already a slut for my cock, Nikki," he breathed, as he began pumping his dick back and forth in my hot channel.
"Yes," I whimpered, my voice trailing off into a gasp of pleasure, "I am..."
Dave called me "Nikki" – we both understood it as the feminine spelling – when he knew I was feeling really feminine, which was, I'll admit, nearly all the time. I loved it! And I was happy and eager to be his Nikki whenever he wanted me. And I called Dave's member his "horsecock," because, well, he was wonderfully hung, and because a stallion is a beautiful image of strength, power, and virility. And because I happen to think that stallions have the most handsome cocks in the animal kingdom – humans a close second, of course. And he loved that I called his penis his horsecock.
Dave wrapped his arms around my lace-and-hose clad thighs and pulled me to him, pushing his dick deeper into me, if that were possible.
"Oh, fuck, you're so big, babe!" I gasped as he hit bottom in me.
"I just have a tiny cock," he joked.
"No, you have a perfect cock!," I told him, running my hands across his manly arms.
Dave held my thighs tightly to him with one arm and ran one hand up and down my right leg, caressing me, feeling the smoothness and femininity of my white lace-top thigh-highs. When he got to my ankle, he turned his head and kissed my foot, then rubbed his cheek against the silky-soft stocking.
"God, I love these," he said softly.
"Do you, baby?" I asked.
"Fuck, yes!"
"Good," I confessed, "because I love wearing them!"
I coyly tucked my panties under my balls as my hung lover fucked me. Dave's thick cock buried in my ass, and my own intense sexual arousal, caused a small ooze of cum to leak out of my hard prick. I squeezed it gently, and Dave wiped it onto his finger, and promptly licked it off. He let go of my legs, placed his hands onto the bed on either side of my chest, and leaned into me, folding me into a missionary position underneath his large frame. This new position pushed his prick even deeper into me. Dave then began to fuck me urgently, driving me down into the mattress with each powerful thrust as I tried to match him, humping back against his loins, reveling in the lusty act of getting fucked by my virile, masculine lover, and we settled into that ancient, natural rhythm as we made love.
After a few moments in the missionary position, with occasional lingering tongue-kisses thrown in, Dave was ready for something new. He pushed away from me and slowly pulled his thick cock free of my asshole, leaving me achingly empty.
"Turn over," he whispered, and I obeyed eagerly, knowing what was coming.
I was on my knees quickly, bent over, clutching and burying my head in a pillow. In less than a second I was no longer empty, as Dave plunged balls-deep into my hot cunt with one quick stroke. I was now in my favorite position, and, by no coincidence, I was also now in Dave's favorite position. There was nothing I loved more than being fucked in the ass doggie-style by my hung, handsome lover – the act was deliciously earthy, lusty, primal. Dave grabbed my hips with his big hands, pulled me onto him, and began fucking me with long, slow strokes. It was pure sexual bliss for me as he long-dicked me with his thick horsecock, and he knew it.
"Your big fucking cock feels so good, baby!" I gasped as he plowed me.
"And your hot, tight pussy feels incredible on my cock, babe! You have no idea!"
"Does it? You like fucking your woman's silky cunt?"
"Oh, fuck yes!"
"Then fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like I'm your whore, babe! Make me your anal slut!"
Dave then proceeded to make me his anal slut – as if since we met there had been a moment or two I hadn't been his anal slut. After banging my butt so deliciously for several minutes, Dave reached under me, grabbed my hard cock, and began stroking me firmly. I was already hovering at the tingling edge of orgasm, as I always was when my lover's dick was stuffed up my ass, and I put my hand on his, holding him still.
"Easy, baby," I cautioned him, "I don't want to cum too soon. Just fuck me for as long as you want."
Accepting my wishes, Dave put both hands on my hips again and maneuvered onto his feet. I knew what was coming, and I longed for it. Dave's feet were now next to my knees, and his thighs astride my hips, as he "mounted" me. Seconds later, he began slam-fucking my hole, pounding his big dick into me with half-length strokes three times a second, pushing my face deeper into the pillow. I pushed back at him, taking all his powerful thrusts eagerly as his balls slapped my panty-covered taint.
"Oh, fuck!" I gasped. "Oh, fuck! Fuck me, baby! Fuck my hot cunt!"
Dave was definitely the power top, but he still had a soft, tender love for me.
"Are you okay, baby?" he asked gently as he briefly slowed his thrusts into me.
"Fuck, babe, I'm more than okay!" I moaned. "I'm in heaven! Don't stop! Fuck me! Pound your fucking horsecock into me, babe! Pound that horsecock into me until you cum deep in my hot cunt!"
Dave obliged immediately, plowing my tight pussy mercilessly. His grunts and gasps with each stroke into my ass, and my moans, could probably be heard in the adjacent rooms and in the hallway of the motel, but neither of us cared. We were two men deeply in love, madly in lust, and in the throes of wild, animal lovemaking, and nothing would stop our passion until we each drove the other to blissful climax. After only a few minutes of Dave's all-out anal assault, I could take no more – no, not of his delicious buttfucking; I loved every minute and every inch of that, and wanted more – I just had to cum. He had had me at the edge of an orgasmic precipice for at least ten or twelve minutes, and I had to feel that sexual ecstasy, to let that blissful wave of orgasm wash over and through me. As if reading my thoughts, my sexual needs and desires, I felt Dave's hand grip my cock again, but this time, I let him have his way with me.
"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming," I whimpered, as my lover shoved his prick balls-deep in my ass and held me there, stroking my dick. In our few months together, Dave had already discovered that when I came, my asshole would clench his prick so tightly that I occasionally squeezed him right out of me, which was always a disappointment to both of us. My best and most intense orgasms occurred when he had his thick cock buried in me, and, of course, he loved the sensation of being inside me when I came.
I abandoned myself to the inevitable, letting myself go limp, enjoying the sweet freedom of succumbing to the delightful sensual release and wonderful fulfillment Dave gave me. That warm sexual electricity built in my balls and exploded as he jerked my hard cock, spurting my sweet semen everywhere – on the bed, down my thighs, on Dave's hand. As I came, my tight sphincter rhythmically clenched and relaxed on Dave's hard prick, milking him, drawing him into the same swirling maelstrom of sexual ecstasy that had sucked me in only seconds before.
He released my still-throbbing and spurting penis and grabbed my hips tightly, holding me fast, impaled on his thick member. I knew he was about to cum.
"Oh fuck, Nikki, oh fuck" he gasped above me, as I felt his fingers dig into my panty-clad flesh.
"Ungh!" he grunted, again and again, with each grunt punctuated by a hard, quick thrust of his dick into my hot cunt as he pulled my ass against his loins. That short, staccato rhythm of Dave's grunts timed with his sharp thrusts into me told me he was cumming in my ass. I felt his big cock twitch inside me, and I knew he was pumping his hot jizz deep in my guts even as my own cum was still spurting and oozing out of my hard penis. As my hot, hard, masculine lover came in me, breeding me, I felt a profound sense of calm settle over me, a feeling of sensual and emotional fulfillment. In our sex I had given my lover everything I am, and everything I could give a man, and he gave me everything I needed, all that I craved. With his orgasm, and pumping his semen freely into my hungry and willing cunt, Dave consummated our love, our need, and our trust. He knew that I would never tell him "no," that I would always happily and eagerly give him whatever sexual gratification he desired. And I knew that he would always love me, and wouldn't betray my trust by being with another man.
Dave held me tightly for what seemed like several minutes, humping my butt with sharp, short strokes timed to his own orgasmic rhythm, his breath coming in gasps and grunts with his ejaculations and aftershocks. I concentrated on tightening my sphincter around him, doing everything I could to intensify my man's pleasure and milk his manly cock. Gradually, his thrusts became softer, and less frequent, as his orgasm waned. After a few moments, he began slowly long-stroking me, pushing his thick, hard penis back and forth in my hot hole like a sweet piston. He slowly fucked me, spreading his sweet cum around inside me, thoroughly coating the snug, velvety walls of my rectum with his semen, as if marking his territory. Dave owned me, and he knew it. To be coupled with him in the most intimate manner two men can be, and to be slow-fucked in such a caring, tender way, was a wonderfully sensual experience, especially as I thought of all his sperm swimming around deep inside me. He kept it up, sliding his dick first balls-deep, then almost out of me with only his cockhead inside my tight ring, for a few minutes. Finally, totally satisfied and still breathing heavily, he pushed all the way into my ass and collapsed on my back.
I slowly maneuvered forward, easing onto the bed on my stomach, and Dave lay on top of me, his stocky 210 pounds settling onto me like a heavy, comforting blanket, his wonderful cock still hard and buried deep between my cheeks. Dave's lips found my neck, then my cheek, as he kissed me.
"I love you," he whispered softly.
Yes, I owned Dave, too; I had him completely and totally pussy-whipped.
"I love you, too, babe," I purred back with blissful contentment.
We remained there for a long time, murmuring tender nothings to each other. Okay, I'll admit that our hushed conversation as we lay there got lewd and X-rated occasionally, but what else would one expect between to men so madly in love and in lust with each other? Dave's ample frame and weight pressed me into the mattress as I lay in my own semen, in an embrace as serene and as peaceful as any I had ever known. For much of the time we lay there, his thick penis remained fully hard, giving me that delightful warmth and fullness as only he could give, with eight inches of hot manflesh stuffed up my ass. Slowly, inevitably, though, his dick softened.
"Ohhh," I sighed with disappointment as my tight asshole finally overcame his softening cock, and he slipped out of me.
Dave's wet cock flopped between my barely-spread thighs, and we continued to lay there for a long time yet, just enjoying and savoring being together.
"Do you like this bra?" I asked quietly.
"Baby, I love it," Dave replied, running a finger over one shoulder strap. "I love everything about you, sweetie!"
"Good, I'm glad you like it," I replied. "I plan on wearing more bras, and other things, for you to fuck me in."
I admitted to him later in the following week that our evening together this night was the first time I had worn a bra, and that I really enjoyed it.
Dave was quiet and still for a while as I lay under him. After a couple of minutes, he stirred again.
"I'm such a guy," he confessed. "I'm going to fall asleep on you!"
"Please do, baby," I urged.
It would have been wonderful to fall asleep there together, but we couldn't. We had to run a quick errand, then get something to eat. Dave slowly rolled off of me and climbed out of bed. I watched my handsome man until he disappeared into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, and I heard the shower curtain close as he stepped in to clean up. I crawled out of bed, followed him to the bathroom, and cleaned myself up. I peeked into the shower, got an eyeful of him, and playfully asked if he needed any help. He told me he'd let me know if he dropped the soap. I said by all means, please do. And he knew I meant it.
I adjusted my panties and put my office clothes on, leaving on my bra and thigh-highs. It would turn out to be a tremendous turn-on for Dave as we went about our errands and later, sitting down at the restaurant, since he knew I was still dressed to fuck under my street clothes. When we got back to our room later, I knew I would be the happy recipient of his lusty desires.
We took care of the errands and had a nice dinner. Throughout dinner, comments and innuendos of a sexual nature were whispered back and forth, even occasionally rising to tones above a whisper. By the time Dave and I were finished, I was fairly certain our waitress had figured out that we were lovers. I know she caught a glimpse or two of my sheer white stockings, visible at my ankles, and by her smiles and winks at me, she probably reasoned I was wearing more than just hose under my business slacks and shirt. She was a pretty, very curvy black woman, and I teased Dave, asking him if we should invite her back to our room and show her how much fun being in bed with two very bi guys could be. Dave was all for it, but we didn't – we just wanted to be with each other.
After dinner we adjourned back to our hotel room. As soon as the door was shut, our mouths met and the clothes came off quickly. Dave led me back to the bed, where I proceeded to suck his dick hungrily, taking his thick shaft down my throat until my nose was mashed into his pubes, then rising off him and rolling my tongue all over his handsome, sensitive head. I blew my beautiful man intently, making love to his manly cock with my mouth, sucking him hard and deep, and swirling my tongue around all those places I knew drove him crazy. Dave says I have "an Electrolux mouth," and I did my very best to make him feel like a man, to give him all the pleasure a virile man deserved, and more.
I straddled his muscular thighs, with my own hose-clad legs against his, and my cock, hard and oozing precum in my panties, pressed between his knees. I sucked his thick penis eagerly and urgently, massaging and caressing his balls with one hand, as he lay back and enjoyed my oral skills. I love that Dave doesn't cum quickly, and that he makes me work for his sweet load, as I get to spend many long minutes with his big dick in my mouth. After six or eight minutes, though, I had him writhing and moaning, occasionally muttering a breathless "oh my god!" or "oh fuck!" I sucked him harder and faster, and he clawed at the bedsheets with both hands as he humped my mouth, bumping my tonsils with his eight-inch length with every stroke. I timed my oral assault with Dave's own natural rhythm, doing my best to keep the sexual pleasure and intensity building as he fucked my face. Finally, his body stiffened, his ass rose probably six inches off the bed, as he gasped a lusty "fuuuuuuuck!" As his cock twitched and throbbed in my mouth, the warm sliminess and sweet taste of his semen on my tongue flooded my senses as he came. I was rewarded as one, then two, then three large spurts of his delicious cum filled my mouth. My lips never left his beautiful prick, nor did I swallow, as I continued to make oral love to his penis, taking him deep into my throat, then backing off and caressing his shaft with my tongue, reveling in having my lover's manhood and his sweet cumload in my mouth, slowly bringing him down from his orgasmic high. Occasionally, with a flick of my tongue or a strong suck with my lips, I made Dave's body shiver with those delightful orgasmic aftershocks. I finally swallowed, enjoying the lusty, earthy feeling as his big wad of sperm slid down my throat. After three or four more minutes, I finally let his still-hard cock slip from my mouth.
"Do you have any idea how much I love sucking your dick, babe?" I whispered as I crawled up his body and lay on him, pressing my lips to his.
"Do you have any idea how wonderful a cocksucker you are, Nikki?" Dave whispered back, his tongue probing my mouth, tasting the lingering essence of his own cum.
"I love being your cocksucker, sweetie," I replied, kissing my lover back with equal gusto, "and I love it when you call me a cocksucker!"
I sat up on him and caressed his chest, stomach, and finally his stiff prick. He pulled my cock out of my panties and began stroking my length with a closed fist.
"Now it's your turn."
"Okay, baby," I replied. "I need to cum again. How do you want me?"
"Roll onto your back," Dave said. "I love to watch your face when you cum."
I rolled off him and lay down, and he crawled down the bed until he was between my legs. My handsome lover fondled my balls through my thin nylon panties and stroked my cock firmly. He reached over and grabbed the Astroglide, and poured a generous amount all over my cock and his hand.
"Ohh, fuck, babe!" I gasped as I began thrusting into his tight fist. "That feels so fucking good!"
I inhaled sharply as Dave plunged a finger into me and pressed against my prostate.
"Ungh, damn!" I grunted, wiggling my ass and pushing back on him, pleased by the unexpected and delightful intrusion.
He probed my hot channel, pushing his finger back and forth. I didn't realize it immediately, but he was lubing me up for something larger.
Much larger.
After two or three minutes of probing my butt with a finger or two, Dave released my cock for a moment, leaving me humping into air. His lube coated hand disappeared from my view briefly, and he squeezed more of the slippery gel onto, I guessed, his cock.
"Are you going to fuck me again?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Mmmm," I purred. "Is your cock still hard?"
Dave just smiled at me as he tugged my panties to one side with his dry hand. I felt his greasy head push into my crack, and in one thrust, he sank balls-deep into my hot rectum.
"OOOH, FUCK!" I exclaimed, as my man's gorgeous prick filled my tight butt.
"I don't know, baby," he said playfully, giggling, "is my cock still hard?"
"Oh, fuck, yes!" I answered breathlessly, tingling all over with excitement.
Dave fucked me slowly, gently, as he wrapped his lube-covered fist around my hard dick again. As if with a mind of its own, my pelvis again settled into that lusty, natural rhythm as I thrust into his hand. Dave's big cock filling my hungry cunt, and slowly driving back and forth in my tight channel, raised my state of sexual arousal enormously.
"Oh, god, that feels so fucking good, babe!" I gasped, as my lover's cock plowed my ass while my cock plowed his fist.
"I'm glad I can make you feel so good, honey," he replied, knowing full well the ecstasy that his big dick buried up my butt was giving me.
"You always make me feel good, Dave," I told him, "and I hope I'll always make you feel good."
"You make me feel incredible, babe," he said. "You know just how to make me feel all-masculine and all-man, in all the ways a good woman should."
"I'll always be your woman, baby," I said sincerely, "and in every way you could ever want me. Do you like me in a bra and panties?"
"Babe, you have no idea what seeing you in a bra and panties does to me!"
"I'm glad you like them, sweetie, because I love wearing them! And more! I decided when we get a chance to sleep together, I won't sleep nude. I'll always wear something – a cute teddie, or a babydoll top with a g-string, or bra and panties – so if you wake up in the middle of the night and reach for me, you'll feel sexy, lacy things, and you'll know your woman is in bed with you!"
"If you wear those things to bed, then I hope you won't mind getting awakened by my dick burrowing into your pussy, babe! Because I guarantee it will happen!"
The sensations of wonderful warmth and fullness from having Dave's thick penis inside me, together with the tingling in my cock and balls as he urgently jerked me off, pushed me to orgasm quickly. I humped my loins at the air as he stroked my dick in his tight fist as I felt that wave build inside me.
"Oh, fuck!" I gasped as orgasm overwhelmed me. "Push deep into me, babe," I pleaded, and almost immediately felt my lover's cock fill my ass even more deliciously than before.
"Oh baby, oh fuck, oh... Oh..." I gasped, almost whimpering, as I exploded in sexual ecstasy.
I shot everywhere. My aching dick leapt and throbbed in Dave's hand as I spurted my semen in arcing jets landing on my stomach, my chest, my bra, my face, the sheets. I love the freedom of not caring where I ejaculate when I cum; it's incredibly liberating to abandon yourself in orgasm when you are free to spurt anywhere and everywhere. I relaxed totally and sank into the sea of sexual delight my handsome man cast me into for the second time this evening. My tight asshole clamped rhythmically on Dave's thick prick, with clenching and relaxing spasms as I came. My ejaculations finally slowed to long, thick surges of sperm that rolled out of my penis as Dave squeezed and stroked me, soaking his hand and my panties. As he continued to stroke me, the electric sensations became overwhelming, overpowering.
"Please, baby," I begged, "you have to stop! Oh god! Please stop!"
He slowed to a gentle, loving pace, squeezing me softly, milking me, bringing me down lovingly. After a few more minutes, he let my cock go and tucked my slimy, sticky, dripping member back into my panties.
"You are so beautiful when you cum, babe," he whispered, caressing my stomach, massaging my semen into my furry belly like it were a sweet, soothing skin cream.
A brief digression: Dave has told me I cum a lot. Our first few times together never failed to get an, "oh, my god!" out of him when I came, unless I came in his mouth, when it became "I had to swallow fast to keep from drowning!" Once, after he drove me to an intense orgasm that landed a few spurts on his ass – he was leaning over me, feeding me his cock – and the rest thoroughly matted down my chest and stomach hair from my nipples all the way down to my dick in a sweet, glistening glaze, I told him I never really understood the common "grab a tissue" comment after a man jerked off. "Uh, yeah!" Dave laughed. "With you, it's more like 'hand me a roll of paper towels!'" I had thought I was a rather heavy cummer, from seeing how guys in porn vids came in comparison to my loads, but never realized how heavy until Dave confirmed that, indeed, I came more than any man he'd ever seen.
But back to our story.
"Oh, god, baby," I cooed at him as he licked his fingers, "you drive me to the best orgasms of my life!"
"I hope I always do."
"If you do that to me, lover, you always will! You know how I love to cum when your hard cock is buried up my butt!"
"And I love it when you cum when my cock is up your butt!"
"That's why we fit together so well, baby!" I giggled.
Dave didn't reply, but grabbed my hips and pushed deep into me again. I could see in his face the sudden change to a singular purpose. He began thrusting into me with long, deep strokes.
"Mmm," I purred, urging him on, "you love fucking my tight cunt, don't you, baby?"
"Ungh, fuck, yes," he grunted.
"Then fuck me, babe!" I told him as I wrapped my lace-top thigh-high covered legs around my lover's waist. "Pound your beautiful horsecock up my ass! Do me, baby!"
Dave grunted as he began plowing my pussy with short, urgent strokes, each one stretching me as he hit bottom, filling me wonderfully, deliciously, completely. His sweet sweat rolled off his nose and chin, dripping onto my already-wet panties and my stomach as he fucked me. Even after the thorough twenty-minute fucking of only two hours ago, and after I'd already come twice, it was wonderful having Dave's big dick up me again, pounding away in my hot, hungry rectum. Because we had our separate lives and families, we only got to be together once every couple of weeks, so every moment Dave was inside me was a moment of bliss. Every second I had his magnificent cock in my mouth was a second I treasured. Every minute together that I could give him pleasure with my mouth, my hands, or my pussy, in any way he wanted me, was a minute I would gladly and eagerly offer myself to him. And, being 100% man, Dave never hesitated to take advantage of me, much to my satisfaction!
And now he was fucking me in the ass again, but not in any idle or disinterested way, as a man who'd already fucked me and pumped his load into me once this evening, or who I'd blown to orgasm and swallowed his sweet semen only fifteen minutes ago might, and perhaps understandably so. No, Dave, my handsome lover, was fucking me urgently, aggressively, passionately, as though he hadn't seen me in months and we only now had five minutes together. He knew I was his complete anal slut and had been since shortly after we met, and how much I absolutely adored getting fucked in the ass, and he was using me for his sexual gratification, using me as his own private fuckhole, using me as his whore, his bitch, his mare. The way he knew I loved to be used by him. He was plowing my hot hole with powerful strokes, his balls slapping my panty-clad cheeks as he grunted and gasped above me. I pushed back on his strong prick, still rock-hard even after the cocksucking I'd given him only moments before, and matched his thrusts and rhythm as I humped against his loins, urging him on, exhorting him to fuck me harder.
"C'mon, baby," I grunted lustily, "pound that big fucking dick up my hot cunt! Fuck me, babe! Fuck me in the ass!"
"Oh, god," he gasped. "Fuck, Nikki, your tight hole feels so fucking good!"
We kept at it for another six or eight minutes, lost in the ecstasy of being tied together in intimate intercourse, abandoned to the lust of hot, sweaty, humping, thrusting anal sex; expressing ourselves in grunts, moans, whimpers, and gasps, with the frequent breathless utterances of, "fuck, you've got a tight fucking ass!" and "fuck, baby, your dick feels so good!" and "oh, god, I love this pussy!" Finally, though, Dave's thrusts into me began to slow. He still held my hips in his big hands, and slowly long-dicked me, pulling almost all the way out, then pushing back in balls-deep. For me, the feeling when he fucked me with these long, slow, six or seven inch strokes, was absolutely incredible, and he knew it.
"Are you okay, babe?" he wanted to know, genuinely concerned with the pounding he had given me this night.
"Oh, fuck," I gasped, "I'm doing way more than okay, baby! You are just such an incredible top!"
"How are you doing, lover?" I added lustily. "Are you going to pump another load up my ass?"
"I thought I could come again," Dave, said, still pumping into me with long, full strokes, "but now I'm just being a pig!"
I laughed. By this point, loving what my man was doing to me, I was being just as much of a pig.
"That's okay, sweetie," I told him, giggling, "just keep doing this to me, and be as much of a pig as you want!"
Dave kept long-dicking me for another three or four minutes, then reluctantly, slowly, pulled out of my hole, still hard. His stamina never failed to amaze me. I swear I felt a cool breeze up my ass for several seconds until my gaping sphincter closed up. He caressed my nylon-covered legs one last time, bent low over me, folding me in half under him, and kissed me.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you, too, Dave," I whispered back. "So much."
He rolled off the bed and I rolled onto my side, facing him.
"God, you're sexy!" he said.
"Thanks, babe!" I replied. "You like me in sexy, feminine things?
"You have no idea!" he laughed.
He stepped into the bathroom, and I heard the shower come on. I stretched, and slowly crawled off the bed. I stripped out of my hose, bra, and panties, tucked them into my small overnight bag, and walked into the bathroom. I pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped in, joining my handsome lover.
"Anything I can help with?" I asked suggestively, running my hands up and down his broad back.
Dave turned around, revealing his soapy half-hard cock.
"Mmmm!" I purred, cupping my hands under the running water and pouring the water over his dick, rinsing him off. I dropped down in a squat and took his cock to the root in my mouth, forcibly pressing my face into his belly and holding his balls against my chin. I felt his cock swell in my mouth, filling me, as he ran his hands through my hair.
"Baby, you know how to make me feel so good!" I heard him say above me.
"Mmgghh," I mumbled in reply, my speech muffled by a mouthful of dick.
But I knew we needed to clean up and go, so I reluctantly backed off him. I let his handsome penis slip from my mouth, knowing I wouldn't experience that satisfying, fulfilling feeling for another two or three weeks. I stood again, holding his prick in one hand as we embraced under the falling water.
"I love making you feel good, Dave," I told him sincerely.
We finished cleaning up, dried, and got dressed. We took one more quick look around the room to make sure we didn't leave anything behind, and shared one last embrace and lingering kiss before we stepped out into the hotel corridor. We made small talk as we walked down the hall, then stepped outside. As we got to our cars, we hugged one last time. We had spent a wonderful three and a half hours together.
"I love you, babe," he said, planting a discreet kiss on my cheek.
"Love you, too, Dave," I replied. "Have a great night."
"I already did, sweetie."
We got in our cars and pulled out of the parking lot. I watched as he turned in front of me, his taillights growing fainter in the distance as he went home to his family. I turned the other way, and headed home to mine.