He was like a machine, she thought.
Squatting over the Redhead’s ass like that with his dark hands on her waist, cock sliding in and out of her asshole in a steady rhythm—in and out, in and out, never changing positions, never changing speed, never saying a word or making a sound, in and out, always the same, machine automatic.
She had watched the two of them do this many times before yet still she was mesmerized.
Staring at them from across the king-size bed, she was the youngest of the five friends. A true beauty (could remind you of Norah Jones a little if the angle was just right), she was a very young thirty years old—could easily pass for twenty-two.
She sometimes wondered what a real nymphomaniac was and if she might be one.
It didn’t matter, she just knew that every morning she thought about getting fucked. Every afternoon she thought about getting fucked. Every evening she thought about getting fucked.
Sitting in church she thought about getting fucked
She’d screwed in so many supply closets, stairwells, elevators, night clubs, airplane restrooms, cars, back bedrooms at parties, and other out-of-the-way places that she’d long ago lost count. Not to mention all the times she’d actually been in a bed.
Didn’t really enjoy doing it outside, though. Didn’t like sand or dirt or gnats and stuff.
Right now she was on her hands and knees, a muscular black man fucking her from behind, his hands squeezing and slapping her ass. At the same time a tall white guy with dark shoulder-length hair and a really thick dick was groaning and fucking her mouth.
His balls were swinging and touched her chin every once in a while. When she gulped for air, saliva escaped her lips and hung in a foamy string between her chin and the bed.
Breathing hard through her nostrils, she raised one hand and clamped onto the thick erection.
Inside her mouth she could feel the smooth edge around its super-fat head and she traced it with her tongue, running over the top and sides around and around.
And her lips were spread so wide!
One time a few weeks ago, she almost started laughing as they were doing this because the thought crossed her mind that it felt like she was trying to stuff a tennis ball in her mouth. He wasn’t THAT big, but still….
…he was big. His cock wasn’t weirdly long, but that was just fine with her because he was amazingly thick and fat.
With him she experienced what she’d read a zillion times in erotic fantasy stories: she could feel herself stretching to accommodate him. Usually painful at first, it was some of the most intense sex she’d ever had.
Maybe it was time to get some one-on-one with this guy and his meaty prick.
Maybe tonight she’d ask him over when they were leaving here.
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“Here” was the home of the Redhead. Sweet, friendly, full of life, she was the receptionist in a doctor’s office where the mostly senior adult patients who came and went knew her only as the girl in the violet scrubs with the pretty smile.
What they didn’t know was that she fucked like a wildcat, and that she went to the ladies room to masturbate usually twice a day, quietly groaning as she licked her fingers.
Two or three times a week she rode the doctor on the floor of his office, naked, her heavy breasts bouncing as she made his rigid cock wet and shiny.
Watching those tits above him he could keep it up for a very long time. When she sucked her own big nipples he always felt a surge of pleasure and lasted even longer.
About once a month she let him do a 69 with her, sent him to heaven.
At the moment she was the one in another world.
Mouth open, eyes glazed over, hardly breathing, she was consumed with the overwhelming sensations of having her ass fucked—that odd “full” feeling, the humping rhythm, his thighs pressing her butt again and again, his sac slapping her pussy.
Mostly, though, it was the bizarre feeling of having someone fuck you, and at the same time feeling your pussy screaming for a cock.
Someday she would get up the courage to have both at the same time. Crushed between two guys, one with his cock fucking her wet pussy, the other driving into her asshole. Jesus, what a picture!
She wasn’t ready for that yet, but whenever she saw it in a porn video it fascinated her.
“DP” they called it. Double Penetration. The guy doing her butt probably knew all about it.
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He was not a “machine,” but he did seem a little strange, different. Might make a person feel uneasy.
Very quiet. Swarthy, hairy arms and chest, he had the biggest package among the three men.
He was a professional of some sort, a business man, and he came across as one who knew more than he was telling. Always the last to arrive, always the first to leave.
He vacationed three times a year. Nobody kept up with him, but if they did they would see that he always traveled to South America. Not to the largest cities or the resorts, but to a medium-sized place like, say, Natal, in Brazil, or Valparaiso.
He would rent a private house, find a good-looking middle-aged woman and keep her for a week or ten days. Would always pay her very well and buy her things.
Last October in Caracas, he had a good woman. She understood him and what he needed. Walked around the house the entire time in nothing but bikini panties, a different bright color each day. Even sat topless with him at the dinner table.
She had big tits with large dark brown areola spreading away from her long nipples.
He liked that.
On a Thursday he hired two clean looking young men off the street. They showed up right on time with an extraordinarily pretty young woman who had straight black hair and the kind of full ass that he liked.
He always hoped these girls would at least have a decent body, but this one was a prize.
They fucked that girl every way they knew how—missionary, cowgirl, doggie-style, ass in the air, two at a time, sitting, standing, on the bed and off—just about wore her out (and themselves, they weren’t quite the stallions they thought).
Shot their loads all over her face, some of it in her black hair, cum strings hanging off her chin.
These guys got so caught up in what they were doing that they kept going twenty minutes longer than what they had agreed to do.
Sweating and bug-eyed, they didn’t have any idea what time it was. But he paid them extra anyway. He was a fair man.
Told the boys to take off, then paid the pretty girl three times what he paid them. He let her take her time and shower before she left.
His woman had been right next to him during the whole show, slowly pulling and working his big dark cock, stroking his balls.
He didn’t say a word or make sound the whole time.
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The tall guy with the longish hair was nondescript compared to the rest of the group. Almost invisible. He just looked like a guy. No exotic behavior, clothes, job, or story. No fetishes or obsessions. He always showed up in faded jeans and a work shirt smelling fresh as a daisy. Shucked his clothes and here we go.
He smiled a lot, a nervous smile.
Lately he was concerned that he might be falling for the thirty-year-old woman who was at that moment blowing him like a tin trumpet. God, she was good. Best he’d ever had, she was insatiable. Was that the right word?
And she wasn’t doing it for him either, she was doing it for her own pleasure.
The idea of that absolutely killed him, that she loved eating him out like that. He wished he could think of how to describe what she looked like…..”raw sex,” maybe?
He knew she watched him too, when he was eating her. He would glance up and see her staring at his mouth on her pussy, almost always with a look on her face that said…… something hot. He wasn’t really very good with words.
Anyway, she always looked like she was in pain, then her head would fall back exposing her amazing throat, and he really loved her throat, looking at it.
But when….oh yeah, her pussy. Eating her pussy. Being a big guy, having a large mouth, he could just almost take her in from clit to asshole. He could penetrate deeeeply into a woman with his long tongue. They liked that usually.
Eating pussy and getting sucked. And of course fucking. Pretty straightforward guy.
The thought kept coming back—completely separate from their naked activities—that he was attracted to her as a person.
Maybe he’d ask her out sometime. Got real nervous when he thought about it, though.
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By all appearances the black man was well-off, financially speaking. Immaculately dressed, obviously had his nails done. Smelled like expensive cologne or nice hair stuff.
Whenever they finished he was always on his cell phone before he was even completely dressed.
Busy man.
His body was a joy to look at. Even the other guys admired his physique. Probably had a personal trainer or something.
Very likable fellow.
Right now, he was doing his best not to cum, banging luscious Norah Jones from behind. She had a million-dollar ass to look at while you were pumping her pussy from the backside. Man, she could squeeze you like a vice.
He would have to stop and find something else to do so he wouldn’t shoot his wad.
Too soon for that.
He gently pushed her gorgeous ass forward and eased himself out—Wait! shit, man—okay, slide it out. God, the sensations were almost too rich. Right then if she just turned around and winked at him he’d blast her for sure.
He slid to the floor and stood beside the king-size bed, caught his breath while he got a good look at what all was going on.
He’d liked the queen-size bed better, the one they used before Red bought this one. I mean, sure there was more room in the king, but with all five of them on that queen you were always bumping into somebody, leaning over and putting your mouth on somebody, you could reach just about everybody.
The smells were powerful.
Some pretty amazing things took place on that queen.
He slapped Beauty’s butt hard one more time then took a couple of steps alongside the bed, dragging his fingers up her back.
When he was standing about next to her shoulders he squatted, reached under her and began massaging her tits with both hands. He twisted her nipples pretty hard because he knew that got her going.
She pulled the thick cock out of her mouth and raised her upper body some to give him better access to her breasts. Kept pulling the cock with one hand while she and her muscular friend kissed, if you could call it that. More like a mouth fight, tongues working, heads rolling around.
There was nothing even close to shared passion here, each one was in it for their own satisfaction. An ultimate display of sensual selfishness.
They separated and she went back to sucking the big dick.
He stood beside her, casually stroking himself while he looked across at the ass-fucking couple. Had to go get himself some of that Redhead.
As if she sensed him watching, Red turned to look at him with desperate eyes, ran her pink tongue out and wiggled it—an unmistakable invitation.
Yeah! he felt a surge in his rod, got harder.
He grabbed a handful of Norah Jones’ hair tight up against her scalp and yanked down, pointing her face at the ceiling. Caught by surprise, she let out a sharp, “ah-OW!!”
While he held her head back he leaned down and put his mouth on the big head of the other guy’s cock. Grabbed the shaft and jerked it as fast and hard as he could, sucking like a super-vacuum on the soft purple/pink head.
The big man involuntarily cried out in shock. Tall Boy was going to wake up sore in the morning.
Seeing a man-on-man so close up and having her head jerked back like that was fucking wild. The woman immediately got a finger on her clit, working it, working it as hard as she could, “OOooohhhhgod!” she grunted.
All this new activity got the attention of the Redhead and the guy who was running his cock up her butt. When they saw the black man put his mouth on the fat cock they each let out a short groan and their fucking got faster. She jammed her rump back against him.
Finally the black man pulled his mouth off with a wet sucking sound, his ripped chest muscles glistening sweat. As he stood up to walk away he slapped hard at the big cock, leaving it bouncing and wagging.
The Tall Man with the long hair was raging after what had just been done to him. Gotta fuck NOW. He grabbed her by the ankles and jerked her toward him causing her back to slam onto the mattress, bouncing. Pushed her legs wide and pounced on her.
He grabbed his sausage cock and worked the big head into her folds then immediately PUSHED.
Her cry was sudden and so loud that the others in the room looked up.
He pushed again, no mercy, and could feel himself barely beginning to get in.
Her heart was banging the walls of her chest.
Too fast!
She bared her teeth at him like a dog, yelling, “Goddam you! wait….”
So he waits, sweating, panting—his cock partially in her (Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! So tight!!), he waits for her to stretch so she can take him in.
Finally, with a furrowed brow she says, “Okay…..easy,” and they begin their intercourse.
God almighty, it felt for all the world like the fat end of a baseball bat was screwing into her.
She pulled her knees back so her pussy was pointing more up at the ceiling.
He got on his feet, crouched, and began fucking her steadily. Holy shit.
She was so hellishly tight, he was so punishingly big, their minds raced back and forth registering both pain and ecstasy.
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Five feet away, the anal marathon was nearing its climax. The Redheaded hostess was groaning in rhythm with his thrusts, he was now driving so deep that it moved her entire body forward each time he pushed.
“Ohh! Ohh! OHHH…SHIT! GOD….MmMmMmMmFUCK!!!”
As her body shook, the muscled, dark skinned man arrived at her face, forced her mouth open and pushed his slick erection all the way in. She would have cried out, but her mouth and throat were full of cock.
He was still so sensitive from fucking the other woman’s backside, already so near the edge, that in less than a minute his cum was sliding down the back of Red’s throat.
She continued to moan and groan her orgasm, emitting a desperate grating sound from her voice box. She gulped his stuff the best she could, trying to breathe as well.
Norah Jones and the Tall guy had their eyes glued on the threesome.
Un-fucking-believable.
Amazing how when you watch somebody else it can push your libido into overdrive, especially when you’re close enough to smell the sexual aromas.
She kept two fingers on her hot spot working fast from side to side. He shortened his stroke so the sensitive head of his thick cock would be popping in and out of her tight opening.
And when Red started yelling from across the bed it wasn’t six seconds before both of them felt it beginning.
Boiling, foaming, tightening every muscle, she exploded first and actually wailed for a couple of seconds. When he heard her cumming, all the wild sensations that had been piling up finally buried him. His fat cock pulsed, projecting his semen deep into her. The climax was hurting his chest.
Surrounded by the sights and sounds of four people cumming, the Machine had finally had enough.
They heard the familiar gutteral, “Uuuunnggghhhh,” and all four started working to bring themselves off again, this time harder and faster, getting ready for what was about to happen.
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This guy had that most curious talent coveted by men the world over. When he climaxed, he was as impressive as the greatest porn star who ever splattered a woman’s face with cum.
This guy fired a load.
Must be genetic was all he could figure. When he was seventeen he thought everybody came that way, that’s what normal looked like from his point of view. The girls he was with back then were simply disbelieving.
Anyway, however he acquired it, he had it. Had it just about every time.
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They all watched, expecting it any second, waiting, wanting it. It was a ritual for them.
He grunted loudly, pulled out of her ass tunnel, and stroked himself about three times. The others stared, moaning, groaning, cursing, and cumming again! as he slung a thick white rope across the bed.
The second shot went a little farther than the first, then four more after that until he was left sweating and breathing hard, squeezing and shaking the remains of his stuff from the tip of his penis.
Still staring, all were focused on the long white stripes dissolving into wet lines as they were absorbed by the dark blue sheets.
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They always arrived in separate cars. Had a few drinks, talked and loosened up until somebody said something or did something that got things started. From there they pretty much followed their animal instincts.
When it was over, every time when it was over it was like they retreated into themselves or something. Not much talking. No laughing or carrying on. Things got quiet.
They did smile some at each other, one or two hugs from the women maybe as they went out the front door.
Then everybody went their own way, alone.
