From Internet Friend to Real fuck

Her name was Ellen, and in her profile she described herself as being 37 years old, skinny, with brown hair and eyes, and an insatiable appetite for sex. Being a horny 20 year old male away at college, and desperate for female friends not of my own age, I began chatting with Ellen on an online chat room set up for "lonely hearts." What could be the harm, I thought to myself. Oh how wrong I was.

It all started innocently enough. The first few nights we exchanged pleasantries, and E-mail addresses, and eventually I revealed to her my name and where I lived. Ultimately, that proved to be a big mistake.

The chats starting getting more and more erotic, and eventually I became uncomfortable with Ellen's aggressiveness. Whereas I wanted to chat about my day, Ellen wanted to chat about how she wished she was there so she could "fuck my brains out." This lady is weirding me out, I thought to myself. So I did what most would do in that situation - I stopped chatting on that website and "cooled my heels" a bit until this female psycho moved on to her next subject. Little did I know, however, that by avoiding the situation only made Ellen more obsessed with me.

Then the E-mails started. At first they were cordial and were the standard "missing you in the chatroom" stuff. Then they became more aggressive, and the fact that I didn't reply to any of her messages only made her blood boil. It wasn't unusual to get home from a hard day at classes, log on and check my inbox, and see 20 messages - all from her! She accused me, among other things, of playing "hard to get" and being a "pussy tease." One particularly cryptic message read as follows:

"Listen up you little cocksucker. I know you're avoiding me, and Ellen doesn't like to be avoided. If you don't reply to this message, and soon, I'm going to show up at your door one day and gut you like the pig that you are."

As chilling as this message was, I still assumed Ellen would eventually tire of her game and get on with her life. She lived a good 2,000 miles away, I thought to myself. I was in no danger. But knowing that I lived alone in an off-campus apartment with few friends only added to my trepidation.

I then began receiving prank phone calls late at night. There would be heavy breathing, and then the line would go silent. I must admit that although the possibility I was being stalked frightened me to no end, the idea of that danger also added an element of eroticism. Each night after making sure my 2 windows were securely latched and my deadbolt was locked, I would masturbate under my sheets at the mere thought of a female sexual predator stalking me.

One night after returning from classes there was a knock on my door. Jeff, the only tenant in the building that I even remotely knew, told me there had been a woman looking for me earlier in the day.

"Who was it?" I asked, my breathing intensified.

"I don't know dude, but she knocked on our door and asked if we knew where you lived," Jeff said. "I told her your apartment number, but that you have late classes on Monday and wouldn't be home until after 9:00."

"Uh, okay. What did she look like?" I asked, trying to conjure up a mental picture in case I should run into her on the street.

"Well, she was skinny and plain looking. Straight brown hair, brown eyes, kinda pale," Jeff said. "To be honest, she's kinda homely. And she never smiled once."

Great, I thought to myself. My stalker is here, in town, and she knows where I live. The next few days I never went to classes and kept myself locked up in my apartment, cautious to even appear to be at home. I kept all my lights off, and even covered up the flicker up my television set with an extra sheet covering the front window.

After one week, however, there was no sign of my stalker and I assumed the coast was clear. That probably wasn't even Ellen, I thought to myself, ashamed that I would let my imagination run so wild. I laughingly pondered my situation as I entered my apartment one night. At that moment there was a thud to the back of my head, and then all went black.

Drearily I began to open my eyes, the light from the living room lamp burning my retinas. I then slowly regained my senses. Okay, I'm in my apartment. Okay, I'm naked and tired to a chair. Okay, there's a strange, crazed women walking into the living room and heading towards me.

"Glad you're finally awake, lover," said Ellen, who on outward appearances matched her profile. She was extremely skinny and had brown eyes and hair. But her hair was greasy and unkempt and clung to her forehead in bangs, and dark rings circled her dead brown eyes. Her skin was unblemished but a slippery white, and she had a large overbite and thin lips. She's certainly not a looker, I thought to myself.

My hands were tied behind the chair, and my feet were tied to the chair's legs. Ellen, wearing only a thin, worn-out yellow sweater and panties, brandished a long hunting knife in her right hand. Good God, I thought to myself, she's going to kill me!

"I just can't decide what to do with you," she said seductively. Although I found her unattractive, watching her small ass cheeks sway from side to side as she walked into the kitchen immediately stirred life into my cock. "Should I fuck you? Should I kill you? Should I fuck you and then kill you? Maybe I should kill you and then fuck you!" She laughed hysterically at that line.

"Uh, do I get a vote?" I jokingly suggested.

"Aw, fuck it," she said, as she dropped the knife, walked over to where I was sitting, and buried her face in my lap. Ellen, despite all of her obvious deficiencies, sucked cock like a pro. She worked me up and down for a good 10 minutes, warning me not to cum until she told me to. My cock had never been so hard in my life.

"Ummmm. . .tastes good lover," she said, occasionally pausing to look up at my face. I could tell that with her left hand she was furiously rubbing her pussy through her panties.

"Okay, enough foreplay. Let's fuck!" With that she pulled down her panties, which were obviously damp and stuck to her pubic hair, and ripped off that old yellow sweater. Although she was flat chested, her breasts sported two enormously long nipples that jutted out a good 2 inches from her chest. Ellen could tell from my reaction that I was indeed impressed.

"Like 'em baby?" she said, tweaking both with her fingers. "They're my pride and joy. Haven't found a bra yet that can contain them." She then stood over my throbbing cock, squatted slightly, and lowered herself down until her furry brown bush completely engulfed my member. My eyes rolled back into my head instinctively, as the feeling of her slippery wet pussy gliding up and down my cock almost sent me into convulsions.

"Oh god. Oh god," Ellen said, her bony thighs and rear banging up and down against my crotch furiously. Her long nipples occasionally brushed against my face, which sent her into several orgasms. I could tell from her reaction that those extra long monstrosities were extremely sensitive, so I took her right nipple in my teeth and worked it with my tongue. Ellen, meanwhile, was riding me furiously, almost knocking my chair over and nearly giving me whiplash.

"You're all mine," she said, panting through a long series of orgasms. "And don't you forget that."

Then I came. I came so much I though all the fluids were draining out of my body. Ellen continued bucking her hips even after I was long done, and she fucked me until my cock was too soft to stay inside her.

"Well, you're just too damned cute - and good - to kill," she told me as she loosened my restraints. "But I'm coming back next month, and I better get as much of your cock as I want or I really will gut you."

Wife With Husband's Friend

Subscribe in a reader My story happened almost three years ago this month. My name is Anjali and my husbands name is Rohan. I'm considered to be attractive and have always taken good care of myself. I'm proud to say my husbands friends have always told him they were envious of him to have me. Most men find my pretty face attractive,
but my large breasts (36d), flat stomach, and especially my firm bottom and muscular thighs get the most attention, although I have to admit I've never really dressed to show them off. I'm not really old fashion but I guess I've always dressed kind of a conservatively being a eastern girl. We dated through most of our college years and married soon after graduation.
I remained a virgin until our wedding night, which was something my husband had insisted on considering his old-fashion eastern up-bringing. He is a successful businessman so it hasn't really been necessary for me to work. Even so, I continued working part-time at one of his businesses for a few years until we decided it was time to start our family.
We are also ***** so we used the rhythm method of birth control until then so I've never been on the pill. After trying for two years with no results we decided it was time to seek some professional help. I became an expert at determining my most fertile time to conceive and my husband would always rush home to accommodate me. Unfortunately, no luck.
We went through all of the tests that are given to couples in our situation and learned I was ok, but my husband's sperm count was a little low. We chose to ignore the ones that suggested we adopt or consider artificial insemination. The latter my husband said he could never do, considering his old fashioned values and male pride.
Knowing the amount of time it takes and the problems involved with adoption it left both of us very depressed. So we just kept trying. Eventually though we found a doctor that had very good success with others couples we knew. After the examinations he said that there is nothing really wrong with either of us and our chances were good if we just changed our approach.
He said we were just trying too hard, a mistake many couples make in our situation. He suggested we should abstain from sex for about six weeks to let my husbands sperm count build up in combination with putting me on a strong fertility drug. Then at the most fertile time of my cycle we should try again. I have to admit it did make sense.
We checked the calendar and in six weeks a wedding reception was coming up that we were both looking forward to attending. It would be perfect for a much needed night together. A friend of Rohan from college was getting married and we both looked forward to the very much needed night out together. We marked it on the calendar as our "date night".
My husband is a shrewd businessman and one of his former friends and business rivals would also be at the wedding. His name was Sunel. They had been good friends, but were very competitive and were always trying to get the best of each other. It seemed like each always had something the other wanted and they both were equally successful in life.
Finally, they had a big falling out a few years ago. Rohan hoped to use the wedding as an opportunity to smooth things over as he admitted he took advantage of their relationship. Although I had only met him a couple of times I did know that his relationship with Rohan had cooled and just recently they began to speak again.
But anyway, that wasn't my concern, at least so I thought. Rohan had been working long hours and almost every night leaving us both rather frustrated and without any sex it was a long six weeks. Since the night of the reception would be my most fertile time I planned to make the most of it by buying a new outfit much different than I normally wear to surprise Rohan.
He likes to show me off to all of his old friends so I knew he would approve of my new look. He's always trying to get me to dress sexier. It was a very short aqua colored dress that was made of a nylon spandex like material that gave it a kind of shiny metallic look as it tightly hugged my curves.
It showed alot of cleavage and was very low in the back with a zipper. To match I bought a pair of shiny aqua panties of the same material that matched perfectly and decided not to wear any kind of a bra, something I've never done even though I knew my nipples would probably show through if I got cold.
When the night arrived I began to get ready early since the reception was almost an hour drive away. I had taken my temperature earlier and was happy to learn I was ovulating right on schedule. Perfect. To celebrate I even made myself a little drink, something I never do, to help me relax as I've never dressed in public this way.
When Rohan didn't get home I began to worry. I made myself another drink, put on my new dress, and stood in front of the mirror. Wow!, it didn't even look like me. Even though the dress was supposed to look classy it was so tight it appeared to be painted on my body. I knew I looked hot and couldn't wait to see Rohan reaction.
I was already feeling a tingling sensation in my panties just from the way it made me feel to wear this almost "slutty" outfit. He probably wouldn't even want to go to the reception I thought. Then the phone rang. It was him and he said they were having some serious problems at work with a new computer system and he didn't think he could get away.
By the sound of his voice I knew he felt terrible. He then told me he was really sorry and maybe I should just go myself. You can imagine my disappointment, but I understood and offered to just wait for him to get home. He told me he would be late and I might as well go without him and have a good time. No reason to ruin both our nights.
Besides we could still salvage our "date night" when we both got home. Normally, I probably wouldn't have but considering the drinks I'd had and not looking forward to another long evening alone waiting, I agreed to go without him. I was a little concerned about not knowing many people,
but Rohan convinced me that Sunel would also be there and would take care of me and introduce me to the other guests. He even asked me to try to smooth things over a little for him and invite Sunel to join us for dinner sometime. I didn't really know Sunel very well but I did remember him to be about 6'4' and built like any women's dream.
He was such a ladies man I figured he must be married by now and figured I could just sit with him and his wife for company. I considered changing my outfit, but since it was getting late and I didn't know many people anyway, I decided to go the way I was. As I pulled out of the driveway I looked down in my lap to see the hem of my tight dress riding up
showing the crotch of my panties and thought I'd have to be careful the way I sit tonight. I laughed and wondered if Rohan would have urged me to go if he knew how good I looked. When I got there I felt a little uncomfortable since I didn't recognize anyone and was getting some rather strange looks from the other guests the way I was dressed. Then I saw him.
Sunel was even more of a hunk than I remembered. I could tell he was also impressed with the way I looked too. His expression told me I was the hottest looking woman in the place. He smiled, walked up, and kissed me hello asking where Rohan was tonight. I explained the situation to him which didn't seem to disappoint him much and with a curious gleam
in his eye he asked me if I wanted to talk and get a drink. As we walked to a table he told me he was alone too, loved to dance, and would be honored to be my partner tonight. Since I really didn't know anyone else and he was acting like such a gentlemen, I told him yes. Besides Rohan asked me to try to help smooth things over.
Since my husband isn't much of a dancer anyway I figured it might be fun. We chatted quite a bit about Rohan and I and also talked of Sunel's recent divorce as he mentioned how lucky we were. I told him life wasn't always perfect and mentioned our fertilty problems as an example. We laughed about our broken plans for tonight and I told him
I probably would leave the reception early to salvage at least some of our "date night"since it was a very long six week wait.. He said he also thought he and Rohan should get together again and carried no hard feelings about the past. I knew this would make Rohan happy. After that we seemed to dance every one only stopping to have him get us another round of drinks
or take a breather while we talked. The hours went by fast and I found him to be very charming, although I found I did have to watch him on the slow ones to keep him from touching me a little too close for my comfort. Later as the night went on I began to relax and found myself enjoying him so close to me. I started to look forward to each slow dance.
It felt good to be held so close as we swayed with the rhythm of the music. One problem though was his muscular body was rubbing so close to the thinly covered material on my breasts it was stimulating me and causing a renewed tingling sensation in my panties. I just hadn't expected this sensitivity since I never usually go bra-less.
My breasts have always been very sensitive and my husband knows it's the quickest way to get me hot. Several times as we sat and talked I knew he must have accidentally gotten a view of my sexy matching panties as the shiny material tightly covered my mound. I was embarrassed and worried that he could see how wet I was getting.
My god, I was getting turned on dancing with this man. I wasn't the only one who noticed. I looked up and saw Sunel staring down at the shiny material covering my nipples and realized that they were erect and sticking through like bullets. I could feel the blood rush through my face as I blushed. Several times in the evening I had to excuse myself to go to the restroom.
I was really surprised at myself for reacting this way because I've never considered being with anyone other than my husband. I brushed it off as just the side affect of the hormones in the fertility pills and after all, it had been a long six weeks. The drinks were also making me more uninhibited.
When we danced again he reached around me and began to caress my ass as we swayed together. I didn't resist. I could tell he enjoyed the feeling of the spandex dress against the shiny panties covering my tight bottom, because I could feel his his growing erection begin to press against my flat tummy.
I couldn't tell how big it was but knew it must be much bigger than my husband. I wondered to myself as we swayed what a big cock might feel like and began rubbing myself against it, until to my disappointment, the dance ended. This snapped me out of it and I quickly realized I was starting to go too far. I knew I should go home before I embarrassed myself any further.
I was getting very drunk. When I told Sunel I needed to go he insisted I wait awhile until I sobered up a little. I have to admit I was having trouble walking. I told him I wanted to call my husband to come and get me and asked him to just help me find a phone. He agreed and we began walking to the lobby since the reception was at a rather large hotel.
As we walked and laughed we realized neither of us had change for a pay phone. Sunel offered to let me use the one in his room and I joked with him that a lady would never go to a strangers hotel room. We laughed again as he bowed and assured me he was a gentlemen. I really didn't want to try to walk any more so I convinced myself it was innocent enough and we went to his room.
Once inside, I stood trying to dial the phone to call Rohan. I was feeling better but was still rather unsteady and felt Sunel standing behind me to balance me when I dialed. As it rang Sunel gently rubbed the sides of my hips. When he didn't answer I turned to tell Sunel and the next thing I new his mouth was touching mine.
His lips were unlike those of my husbands, and even though I knew I shouldn't be doing this, I opened my mouth and we began kissing. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and pulled me close as he began to rub my bottom again. It felt sooo good. But, I knew I had to stop him. I broke away from his kiss and reminded him I was a married woman and also the wife of his friend.
I then told him I should go back to waiting in the lobby. He whispered his apology in my ear and told me he was having trouble controlling himself because I looked so hot as I stood there swaying in that tight dress. He said Rohan was a very lucky man to have a woman who looked and dressed like me and that he was sorry that I didn't want him, but he also understood.
Boy, he really knew what to say, and he was such a gentleman about it! And I was so horny! I told him that it wasn't that I didn't want to, but I was married and couldn't get carried away. I don't know why but, I had to kiss him again. I opened my mouth to feel his tongue once more before I left. Six weeks was so long.
I was just getting ready to break away again when he began to gently stroke my left breast through the soft shiny material of my dress. My Achilles heel. It felt so good it made my knees weak. Just a few minutes longer and then I would go. I wasn't too worried because I knew I could just stop him anytime anyway, he wasn't being forceful at all but still a gentlemen.
I convinced myself that it was just a little harmless petting, something I had done with other guys while still in college. Rohan would never know. Just a little harmless thrill. It felt so good I had to let him continue. He pulled the top of my dress down a little exposing my nipples further as we kissed.
He began to gently roll them between his fingertips as I rubbed his muscular chest. This man was gorgeous. When he unzipped the back of my dress and pulled my breasts out of the top to lick and suck them it startled me. I started to pull away so he increased his sucking to a point it felt to good to stop. I just couldn't beleive what I was doing and my mind was racing so fast.
My knees started getting weak and I had to sit down on the edge of the bed. Just a little longer I told myself, after all it had been six weeks. For some reason it was such an exciting thrill to be this naughty with someone other than my husband, especially his biggest rival. We lay back on the bed and I could feel his hands begin to caress the silkiness of my inner thighs.
When I didn't resist his hand pulled the hem of my dress up and I could feel him softly begin massaging my pussy through the material. Direct contact, this is what I needed. I moaned. His hands pushed my legs farther apart and he gently cupped the soft moistness of my cunt through my panties. I thought I would wet my pants right there. It felt so good.
I figured I would let him do this for a few minutes more and then I would have to make him stop. Sunel pulled the crotch of my panties aside and his hand was now inside with one of his fingers moving into the tight opening of my cunt. As my pussy got wetter and hotter he just continued to insert more fingers. Finally I moaned, "Sunel, we have to stop, please!,
I'm getting so hot, I shouldn't be here!" He responded by moving his mouth down my stomach and began to mouth the shiny material of my panties over my clit. My God! He was going to eat my pussy, something my husband has never done! When he began to pull off my panties I finally stopped him and told him we were getting carried away and I couldn't let that happen.
He said he understood and again promised he wouldn't do anything I didn't want him to do and would stop when I said so. He promised me no one would know. With that assurance I lifted my hips to let him pull my panties the rest of the way off. I just had to feel this sensation of his mouth on my opening.
I lay back and he began by slowly kissing the area around my labia before he began to lick my very wet cunt lips and clit. While he did this he continued to pinch my nipples and move his fingers inside of me. I was in ecstasy as it was everything I imagined it would be. He knew just what to do with a woman. Before long I began to feel my orgasm build within me.
I looked forward to the release that had been building for so long.Rohan very rarely makes me come so I was really looking forward to it and told myself I would stop afterwards. I needed it too bad. I was getting so hot now I was moaning very loudly and didn't even notice him remove his pants and move up between my legs.
When I felt his lips touch mine I opened my eyes to see Sunel above me and looked down to see him guiding his huge cock in between my quivering cunt lips. It was enormous and nearly twice the size of my husbands. I trembled at the huge size as he began to push the fat knob of the head into me. "Sunel no, stop, we can't..I'm not protected!", I screamed.
His next response surprised me, "I promise I'll pull out..please...I have to feel inside of you for just a few moments, oh you, yes....feel...so gooood!", and he continued to piston a few more inches into me. I was horrified, He wasn't going to stop!!! He was going to fuck me! I protested again, "No, Sunel please!, don't please, please!
I begged, "I can't.....not today...my husbands...waiting for me...I'm ovuulatttingggg.. ooohhhhhnnnoooo!". I tried to squeeze my legs together, but I was too close, I was starting to cum already as he sank in further, stretching my cunt lips apart, already more than ever before. My body then betrayed me as my hips began to push and move against him with my building orgasm.
I couldn't help it, I couldn't even speak. I could only moan and push back as he began to fuck me towards climax. He thrust in and out, sinking deeper into my pussy with every push until finally his entire shaft was into the hilt filling me completly. His pubic bone ground flat against mine.
I started to mouth a protest again when I felt his huge shaft push even deeper until it touched my cervix at the opening of my womb. That did it. I exploded in my first real orgasm ever I thought I was going to pass out as wave upon wave of pleasure went through my body. When I finally recovered I realized my pussy had adjusted to his huge size
and his massive cock was sliding smoothly in and out of my wet slit. All thoughts of my husband and my unprotected eggs were gone. I was in love with his huge cock. My body finally had what it had been waiting for all night. I was moaning as he slammed himself into me, bucking with the pure pleasure his cock was giving me.
It was fantastic having such a large, powerful forbidden cock inside me, and I felt my second climax building up in my stomach very quickly. I was going to come again! Sunel's thrusting then got stronger and I realized he was about to come too. I was somewhat disappointed because I knew he would have to pull out before I came again. I was so close. Then I felt it.
The feeling that I've yearned for again every day since that moment. His whole body lurched forward and I felt the tip of his penis smash against my cervix. He groaned loudly and shot the first spurt of his semen deep within me. My god, he wasn't pulling out! He was coming inside of me ! I was filled with both the feelings of ecstasy and absolute terror.
I tried to push him off, but it was too late. His hands were holding down mine and he was pushing into me with all the strength and intensity of his orgasm. What really surprised me is it felt so incredible! When my husband comes it just dribbles out of him. But with Sunel I could feel his hot sperm literaly shooting into me.
It fired with enough force and quantity I could literally feel each forbidden jet hit my cervix and penetrate through my womb. "You said you..would pull out!", I gasped, "Oh...I..can feel it.. your coming...inside me...oh no.....oh no...not.now..oh,..feels..so good.. I'm comming.....ooohhhh.!", as my hips again involuntarily began to push hard against him.
The most intense orgasm I've ever had hit me as he continued to thrust and all I could do was grab his ass and pull him into me further. My entire conscience was focused on this pleasure between my legs now and I screamed with the greatest sexual experience of my life. Wave upon wave of ecstacy went through my body as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me deeper.
It was wonderful. I could feel his seed pouring out of me and down the crack of my ass as he kept spurting. I couldn't believe there was so much of it. As the waves subsided, I could feel the hot warmth of his load spreading out into the depths of my body, searching for my eggs. I just lay there for a moment in a dreamlike state marveling at the feeling of what was happening inside of me.
When reality began to return the fear of what I had done returned too. I looked down between my spread out legs to see the shiny coating of his seed as it clung to the shaft of his cock still partially inside of me. What had I done. I began to cry. Sunel noticed and looked deeply into my eyes as he continued to slowly pump his now shrinking tool.
As he did I could feel more of his come oozing out of my swollen pussy. "You said you would pull out......you promised! What if you got me pregnant, your not my husband!", I whimpered. His response shocked me, "Anjali I'm sorry, you looked and felt too good... I never imagined you would actually let me ########...Anjali....Rohan beautiful wife!...
when you said you were fertile tonight....well... I just had to give you mine....to make sure you had my baby... instead of that son of a bitch husband of yours!". I paused and looked at him. It all became perfectly clear. I understood now it was really just another competition. He was getting the best of Rohan.
I began to get angry then not at just Sunel, but Rohan, for letting me get into this situation. At that point it didn't matter anymore. It was done. I could never explain this to my husband. He would never forgive me. I got drunk and let my husbands rival fuck me and shoot his sperm in me, directly at my unprotected eggs at my most vulnerable time!
The night we planned together as our "date night". Considering the fertility pills I was on, my eggs were probably being fertilized at that very moment. Sunel filled me with so much of his potent sperm I knew I was pregnant with his child. I realized this game has been happening since the beginning of time.
I had let Sunel achieve the greatest victory of one rival male over another. Take an opponents woman and impregnate her with your offspring. Rohan would never be able to do better than that. As I thought about how crazy all of this was I realized my legs were still wrapped around him and he was still gently thrusting his cock inside of me as he held me down.
It really was a soothing feeling and even when he was soft he was still larger than my husband. I looked up at him and realized my body was starting to respond again. He kissed me again very gently and began softly licking my nipples. To my surprise I could feel his member was beginning to get hard again. My husband had never been able to recover so fast.
I knew I had to stop this time, just in case there was a chance it wasn't too late. I couldn't be so stupid to let him take me again! I let Sunel fuck me once and now he was starting to do it again. But as he continued I realized I couldn't stop him. I was still very turned on by what I had done. It felt too good. I was getting exactly what I needed and didn't ever want it to stop.
My hips again began to meet each of his thrusts. He released my hands and we began what turned out to be a very slow, even romantic fuck. We continued for a long time as I blocked out all thought of everything except how wonderful his large cock felt pistoning in and out of my wet cunt.
His big dick again filled me completely and was stretching my pussy to it's limits, something I knew that my husband will never be able to do. I had no idea sex with another man could feel so good. As we fucked I had several smaller orgasms that seemed to just run together. I lifted my head up and began to suck the nipples on his chest.
After a while Sunel panted, "I'm going to come again, should I pull out?" My response still surprises me to this day. As another orgasm built up inside me I begged, "No, come inside me, I want to to feel it...again..come inside of me...please!" He smiled, kissed me, and picked up his rhythm.
Before long he stiffened, and again I felt him shoot an incredible load of his sperm into me as I pushed my cunt up to meet each thrust. I could feel each jet hitting my cervix again which triggered another deep orgasm as it penetrated into my womb. When it hit me, I screamed and clawed at his back. It felt as if the whole world was whirling round; it was so wonderful.
Even my nipples burned. God, it felt so wonderfully taboo to think I was letting another man intentionally impregnate me with his child. It was the ultimate betrayal of my husband and I had completely submitted to him in every way. I knew that this betrayal is what excited me and made my orgasm so intense.
When he finally rolled off of me and pulled his long cock from my red and swollen pussy I slowly sat up on my elbows and looked down at how totally fucked I looked. My pretty dress was bunched up around my waste and my soaked panties were hanging on one ankle. My pussy was swollen and red and my pubic hair was matted and soaked with his cum.
My breasts were red and covered with marks from his intense sucking. But what was really amazing was the river of cum that was oozing from my stretched out opening and pooling on the bed beneath me. I grabbed a pillow and put it under my bottom to help elevate my womb. I wanted to keep it's warmth inside of me a little longer.
I was so opened up as I lay there I wondered if I would ever be able to feel my husbands small cock inside of me again. Sunel laughed and assured me it would be our secret. After about 20 minutes I staggered to my feet and the cum just ran down the insides of my thighs as I walked. I had never seen anything like it.
I knew I couldn't go home like this so I jumped into his shower and cleaned up as well as I could. When I finished I returned to see Sunel sleeping on the bed with his wonderfully slimy cock lying peacefully across his stomach. I slipped my dress on and pulled up what was left of my panties.
I left wondering if I would see him again but didn't want to risk arousing him again either. I could feel his come still leaking from me on the ride home and hoped my wet panties would soak it up. As I drove I kept asking myself how I could have let such a thing happen. I felt so naughty. I started fingering myself it made me so excited to think about it.
When I got home luckily Rohan was sleeping. I quickly went into the bathroom and slipped on a nightgown that covered my red and swollen breasts, put on fresh panties, and climbed into bed. I was terrified that somehow he would smell his rival's scent on me. As I lay there I could feel Sunel's warm semen still leaking from my pussy.
Rohan finally woke up as we lay there in the darkness. He reached for me and asked how I enjoyed the wedding. I told him it was fine but that for some reason I didn't feel very well. He seemed surprised and disappointed but seemed to understand. He then just snuggled up next to me and rubbed my tummy saying we will try again for our "date night" later when I felt better. I knew right then that I couldn't let him touch me again,
until I knew for sure, several weeks later, that yes, I was now carrying Sunel's child. He asked if I'd seen him and said he hoped he took care of me. I assured him that he had indeed, and added he was a complete gentleman. I told him we should probably get together with him sometime and Rohan agreed.
In the darkness I couldn't help but smile, he had no idea that another man's baby was now attached to my womb that he gently rubbed. Somehow I knew that it probably wouldn't be the last time either, but that is another story.

My Girl Friend Shared Me with her aunt

Johanna has been my girlfriend for many years. And in that time, I have come to know all of her family. I want to relate something that happened two months ago. Johanna and I were supposed to take a trip to Manhattan to see her aunt. At the last minute, Johanna was given a special project at work. It would mean that our trip would be delayed by a few days.

Johanna suggested that I take the plane to New York by myself, and she would meet me there in a few days. I argued that I didn't know her aunt except for the one time I had met her and that I could wait for her. As usual, with our arguments, Johanna won. So on Friday morning, I boarded the plane by myself. A few hours later, I was in a cab headed for Manhattan. I reached the address that was given me and found it to be in a very upscale neighborhood. All the brownstones were well cared for, the streets were tree-lined and clean.

When I rang the door, a voice answered on the intercom. "Hello! Who is it?" I hate talking into any kind of intercom. But I pushed my face next to the screen and answered. "Hello, aunt Kat, it's me, Carl. You know, Johanna's boyfriend?" I heard her soft chuckle and then the door buzzer sounded. I pushed the door open and walked into a big foyer. It was big and old looking. As well as being immaculately clean. It must have looked this way years earlier, when this area was inhabited by the more affluent of New York. I took the little elevator up to the third floor.

Walking down the carpeted hall, I stopped at the door and softly knocked. After a few seconds, the door swung open. Now, Aunt Kat, short for Katherine, is not a small woman. I don't mean that she is big and fat. No, far from it! Aunt Kat had to be about 6 feet tall. I remembered the first time I had seen her. I told Johanna that she didn't fit in the family tree. No one else in the family was anywhere near as tall.

Aunt Kat stood in a cool looking summer sundress. And from the way that the sunlight shone through the thin material, I was given a silhouetted view of her shape. Aunt Kat may have been tall, but she was a very shapely, beautiful woman. She must have noticed that the sun shone through her dress. She smiled at me. "If you're in love with my niece, seeing my shape through my dress should make you blush?" she stepped back and bid me enter the room.

The hallway led to a lavish living room. The room was larger than two of my rooms put together. It was decorated in early Victorian. I guess it was Victorian, but hey, I'm no interior decorator. However, it was as neat and clean as the front hallway of the building. Something caught my nose and I took a deep breath. The soft scent of vanilla and black berry filled my nose. It was then that I noticed the small burning candles all over the room. "It smells so nice in here." Aunt Kat laughed as I continued to take deep breaths.

"I see you like my aroma therapy. I love to fill the house with soft smells. I was expecting you a little later. Johanna called to tell me what happened." She looked me up and down. I got the impression; she was checking me out just as I had checked her earlier. I felt suddenly inadequate. Like I had forgotten to put on a piece of clothing. "Well Carl, your bedroom is down the hall on the right. It's the one right next to mine. Johanna uses that bedroom every time she comes to visit."

I had hoped that our bedroom would be away from aunt Kat's bedroom. That way I wouldn't be self-conscience when Johanna and I fucked. I knew that I would not be the first man to visit Aunt Kat with Johanna. I just didn't need to think about what this older woman would say when she heard moaning and groaning at night.

Aunt Kat led me to my bedroom and stood in the doorway as I put my suitcase on the bed. Then she proceeded to show me around the apartment. When we entered her bedroom I had to stop and stare at the enormous king-sized bed that sat in the center of the room. I could have easily held a whole bunch of folks. Aunt Kat saw me staring. "I have to have a big bed. I move around in my sleep. Besides, whenever folks come to visit, they always end up sitting around in my bedroom. You would think I don't have chairs anywhere else."

I nodded my head, not knowing what else to say. Then she led me into the sewing room. Above the fireplace, there was a picture of a strikingly beautiful young woman. She was laid out on a loveseat. It was not the beauty of the woman, as much as it was the nightgown that she wore. It was made of gossamer thin material. So thin, in fact, that you could see a hint of nipples and a hint of hairy cunt. I swallowed hard as I looked at it.

Aunt Kat's loud laughter made me turn. "Are you shocked, that I would pose for so daring a picture?" my eyes swung back to the portrait. Then I looked at her. It was a picture of Aunt Kat in her earlier years. "That's you?" it sounded so dumb but what else could I say. I stared at the picture. Aunt Kat's long, shapely thighs, with her delicate ankles and feet on one end, and the dark patch of barely hidden hair on the other, caught my eyes and held tight. And I couldn't help but stare at the twin points that poked against the thin material at her breast. I turned as I heard Aunt Kat sigh. "I was one hot momma in those days." My eyes traveled up and down her body. I didn't want to seem so obvious, but I couldn't help it. "You look damn good now." I couldn't believe I had let those words fly from my lips. I clamped my hand over my mouth. Aunt Kat looked directly at me.

"Aunt Kat! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I mean, I was thinking that, but I would never say.. I would never disrespect you in any way. I mean.." A smile crossed her face, and then she burst into laughter. "Oh Carl! If you could see your face right this minute!" I started to smile. It did seem kind of funny, in an embarrassing kind of way. She led me into the living room and we sat in the big, over-stuffed chairs. Then, she asked me about everything that had happened, since the last time I had seen her.

She was especially interested in what was taking place between Johanna and I. I tried to be open and honest. But I also tried to say as little as possible. We had been talking for about half an hour when she hit me with a totally off the wall question. "Do you and Johanna fuck other people?" I was sipping on a glass of wine when she asked me. I couldn't help spraying my drink all over the two of us. I was coughing and sputtering so hard, Aunt Kat slapped me on the back. She continued to slap me until I had once again regained my composure.

"Aunt Kat! I don't think that that is any of your business. I mean, I know you are Johanna's favorite aunt. But what we do, sex wise! That's between Johanna and me." Aunt Kat didn't get flustered at all. "That's between Johanna and I", she corrected me. "Don't get all up tight. I've already asked Johanna that question. And she took it a lot more grownup than you are taking it." I didn't know just what the hell was going on. But I didn't think that Johanna would tell even her favorite aunt about our sex lives. But then again, she might.

"And what did Johanna have to say?" I was trying to act insulted but it came over as lame.

Aunt Kay only smiled. "That, is really none of your business. That's between Johanna and I."

I sat fuming. How dare this woman? Who didn't know me any more than having met me only once, ask me about the love life of my girl and me. Aunt Kat stood up and smoothed out her sundress. I didn't even try to look at her legs as she stood. I was pissed. She patted me on the cheek. "Maybe I can make up during dinner? Why don't you change? I know a lovely restaurant."

I looked up at her. "I'm not hungry."

The look on aunt Kat's face didn't change. "I didn't ask you if you were hungry. Go and get dressed for dinner." It didn't sound like a request. It was an order coming from an older woman. My childhood training automatically took over.

"Yes ma'am!" Kat smiled and turning her back walked into her bedroom and shut the door. I got up and walked to my own room. I undressed and took a quick shower. Then, I changed into a jacket and slacks. When I came out, Aunt Kat was blowing out the candles that had been burning. Then with a smile at me, she re-lit some others. "This will give the house a nice aroma to come home to." Aunt Kat had changed into a lovely black evening dress. It wasn't so dressy that I would have run and changed my clothes, but it showed off her figure. And I have to admit; she still had one very lovely figure to look at. Her dress accented all her curves. And it was short enough to show off her long shapely legs. She wore heels. But they weren't too high. Just high enough! I watched her as a strange smell began to float through the house. It wasn't the aroma of the extinguished candles so much as the aroma of the new ones she had lit. We walked out the door. It was warm enough for neither of us to need coats. Aunt Kat wore a sheer wrap over her shoulders.

Dinner was at a very lovely, little restaurant. The people knew Kat well. As soon as we arrived, the maitre'd showed us to a table. The water appeared and spoke to Kat by name. She ordered for the both of us. I was slightly put out by her assumption of what I would want to eat. But when it arrived, the food was superb. The waiter kept our wineglasses full during the meal. And after dinner, Aunt Kat ordered two glasses of brandy. We sat sipping the brandy. I was feeling stuffed but happy. All thoughts of anger forgotten. Aunt Kat looked at me as she lifted her glass. "I'm sorry, Carl. I shouldn't have asked about you and Johanna. It's just that I don't date. Most men would be only after my money. So I often tease Johanna to tell me all abut her sex-ploits."

I smiled back at her. "I'm sorry I got so mad. I shouldn't have taken offense. I should have known that you wouldn't just come right out and say something like that. Not unless, you had been used to asking that kind of question before?" I lifted my eyebrows in question. Aunt Kat laughed. "Oh no! You don't get that kind of information out of me so easy." We laughed together. After dinner, instead of taking a cab home, we walked. I was surprised when Aunt Kat put her arm in mine. When I looked at her, she smiled at me. "Let them think you're a young man entertaining an older woman."

We laughed as we walked down the street. More than one man or woman turned their heads to stare at us. Aunt Kat would laugh. "I can only imagine what they're thinking. I bet they think we're lovers." We stopped at a corner and waited for the light to change. One older gentleman stopped and looked at aunt Kat. You could tell exactly what was on his mind as he smiled at us. To my shock, aunt Kat turned and kissed me. I mean she laid one right on my lips. I was too stunned to return the kiss. Then as the man walked on, she broke the kiss and doubled over with laughter. She looked at me. "I bet that gives that old coot a hard on just thinking about what we would do later. You're good for my ego, Carl. I hope you'll come to see me more often. The next light we came to had a few grown people standing among us. Their eyes cut across us as we stood arm in arm. I decided to have some fun of my own. I squeezed aunt Kat around her waist. "I can't wait to get you home." I had said it loud enough for those closest to us to hear. She giggled and lurched against me. By the time we reached her apartment, we were both roaring with laughter at the thoughts we had caused.

Walking into the apartment, the thick scent of candles hit my nose. It was different from the sweet scent of vanilla that was there before. I couldn't place it. But it did smell good. Aunt Kat walked into the living room and flopped down on the couch. Her dress rode up a bit and I caught a good glimpse of thigh. She caught me looking and straightened her dress. I smiled back at her. "That was fun", I said. "I can only imagine what those people must have thought." Aunt Kat looked up at me. "Why Carl! They were thinking, that you were going to take this old lady home and give her a wild time. And most of them wished that they could change places with both of us." I could feel my face flush. I could also feel a stirring in my pants. I turned away from aunt Kat and walked to the small bar. "Would you like another drink?" I didn't turn around to see her answer. I didn't want to let her see what I was thinking or feeling. I knew that I had a bulge in my pants. "No Carl. I fear if I have another drink, I may insist on that wild time, after all." Aunt Kat stood up and walked a bit unsteady to her room. I looked after her as the door softly closed.

I sat drinking another drink. My mind was reeling with thoughts I shouldn't have been thinking. I couldn't get the vision of Aunt Kat out my mind. Especially the vision of her lounging on the loveseat in a sheer nightgown. I finished my drink. Leaving the glass on the bar, I went to my room. I took a shower, turning the water cold until it stung against my skin. But my thoughts kept my dick hard and throbbing with thoughts of her. I soaped my hand and was stroking my dick when I heard a knock on the bathroom door. Pulling the curtain closed even tighter, I said, "come in". There was silence for a few heartbeats. Then she spoke. "I often wash Johanna's back. Would you like me to wash yours?" I didn't know what to say. I would have loved for her to throw the curtain aside and step into the shower with me. The thought of making love to this older woman was strong. Even stronger, than the thought that I would be betraying Johanna with my unfaithfulness. "Uh, Aunt Katherine, that wouldn't be a good idea."

I had deliberately used her full name. But my heart stopped when she whipped the curtain back. "Nonsense! If you're not double jointed, you'll never give your back a good washing." Her eyes stopped at the sight of my hard dick. Even more embarrassing, as she looked at it, the pulsing caused it to bob up and down. I looked at Aunt Katherine and my breath caught in my throat. She was wearing the same sheer nightgown that she had worn in the picture. She smiled, and taking the rag from my hand, told me to turn around. I would have run and hid if I would have had someplace to go to. Instead, I turned around. Aunt Kat took her time washing my back. It felt like she was rubbing my skin off. But in reality, her touch was light and gentle. When she got to my butt, I automatically clenched my cheeks. "Johanna does that same thing"; she laughed, as she pushed the soapy cloth into my crack. I gasped when I felt her finger push against my puckered hole. Then I felt the washcloth rub all over my cheeks. When she reached around and wrapped the cloth around my hard dick, I couldn't help but tremble. Aunt Kat didn't say a word. She just stroked me ever so lightly with the cloth. Just when I thought she would make me cum, she stopped. "I think you can finish the job yourself?" she turned and walked out of the room.

I stood in the tub trembling. She had brought me so close; I wanted to call out to her to come back. I snatched the faucet and turned it with a viscous twist. The cold water almost made me cry out. But it didn't diminish my hardon. I toweled dry and walked into my bedroom. Throwing myself on the bed, I buried my head in the pillow. I wanted to scream. I knew that sleep would not come easy this night. The cloying scent of the candles filled the house. And the scent seemed to grow even thicker. I lay on my back in the dark room and felt the blood pulsing in my veins. Especially, the thick vein, that ran along the underside of my still hard dick. The scent of the candles was making me a bit woozy. Aunt Kat had lit them throughout the house, even in my room. I was seriously thinking about getting up and blowing them out, when I heard the doorknob turn. I turned to look at the door as it opened slowly. Aunt Kat stood in the doorway. The light shining behind her silhouetted her body even more than the sunshine had done earlier.

She floated into the room and sat down on the bed. I had been lying on top of the covers with only the towel covering my body. Her hand rested on my thigh. I looked up at her in stunned silence as her hand slowly slid up along my thigh. "Aunt Katherine, we shouldn't." I had barely gotten the words out of my mouth when she lifted her hand. Placing her finger across my lips, she pursed her lips together. "Shsssss! Don't say a word Carl. Don't spoil this moment." Her voice was barely above a whisper. I lay still as her hand reached my dick. Then I felt her soft fingers curl around the shaft. The light was off and the room was lit with only the flicker of the candles. But I could see the expression on her face. Aunt Kat smiled as her hand softly stroked my hard dick. Ii moaned as she expertly brought me closer and closer to climax. Then with a flick of her hand, she tossed the towel aside. Her eyes blazed as she stared down at my dick. Then she slowly bent her head. I sucked in air as I felt her hot breath. Aunt Kat was slowly blowing across the head of my dick in the same way that Johanna would do. She tilted her head and looked up into my eyes.

"Don't move! Don't touch me or try to help me. I just want you to lay back and enjoy." I swallowed, afraid to open my mouth. When the tip of her tongue touched the head of my dick, I lifted up off the bed. A loud groan escaped from my lips. Aunt Kat swirled her tongue until the head of my dick was wet. All the time, her eyes bore into mine. Then she opened her mouth. The only other woman who ever took me into her mouth with such slow, deliberate patience was Johanna. And just like Johanna, Aunt Kat took her time. As she took more of me into her, she would stop and her tongue would dance over the spot her lips had just left. By the time I had three inches in her mouth, I was grabbing and clawing at the covers. By the time she had five inches, I was begging and pleading for her to take more. Had she been Johanna, I would have been calling her every nasty name I could think of. But this was not my girlfriend, who was sucking my dick. This was her aunt. So all I could do was moan and plead.

"Oh Kat! Oh shit! Please? Please take it all? Oh please? More! Please, suck more?" I wanted to reach out and touch her. I wanted to rip her clothes off and shove my dick in her so hard. But all I could do was to lay there and suffer. Suddenly she stopped. Her head lifted and she looked at me. "Please don't stop! Please, aunt Kat! Don't stop?" I could hear myself whining. But I didn't care. I would have killed to feel her mouth on my dick again. Aunt Kat stood up. "Don't move, Carl. I swear, if you move, I'll go to my room and lock the door." I shook my head. "I won't move! I promise! I swear!" Aunt Kat smiled and shrugged her shoulders. The nightgown slid from her shoulders and she was revealed in all her naked splendor. I wanted to grab my dick and jerk off just watching her. She climbed back on the bed. This time, she knelt between my thighs. I could look down and see her tits hanging from her body. The nipples looked so long as they stood out from the fleshy meat. I would have given anything to suck each one in my mouth. But, like I had promised, I just lay there.

This time, Aunt Kat didn't just suck my dick. She attacked it with her mouth. She would start at the tip, then slid her lips along the shaft as she took every inch of me deep into her throat. I felt her teeth as she lifted her head. In the flickering candlelight, I could see her tits bounce as her head worked up and down. Then with a strangled, moan, she began to fuck her throat with my dick. Aunt Kat was deep-throating my dick, all 8 and 1/2 thick inches. As her head bobbed up and down, she twisted and turned her head. My pre-cum and her saliva dripped from her mouth and ran down the length of me. I could see the sheen of it in the flickering candlelight. I felt the head begin to expand. I was gasping for breath. I was moaning as I humped my hips off the bed. And through it all, Aunt Kat never stopped. Soft mewing moans escaped from her lips. I didn't know if she would want me to shoot off in her mouth. So I yelled out a warning. "Aunt Kat! I'm gonna cum! Oh shit! I'm gonna cum in your hot mouth! Oh yea! Suck it! Take it all! Suck it deep! Let me fill your mouth with my hot cum!" I could hear my loud cries as my hips bucked even harder.

I was so close. And with every fiber of my being, I tried to hold back. I never wanted it to end. And I knew that I would wake from this dream the moment I came. I felt her hands caress my balls with gentle softness. She rubbed her fingers along my dick until they were wet. Then her finger sliding along my crack. When I felt her push her finger in my ass, I screamed. I screamed and I came. And as I came, filling her mouth with my thick, hot cum, Aunt Kat fingered my ass. She didn't do it brutally, instead, just like she had stroked my dick, she was slow and gentle. But she pushed her finger so deep into me, I grunted. I thought that as soon as I finished cumming, that I would deflate. But Aunt Kat was an expert in keeping me hard. Her fingers massaged inside my ass and I never went soft. I felt her throat muscles as she swallowed every drop of my seed. Then she lifted her head up. Putting her finger to her lips, she shifted her weight. Aunt Kat straddled my hips and began to rock her hips back and forth. I could feel my dick pressing against the material of her gown and into her pussy lips.

Aunt Kat bent her head and our lips met. When she parted her lips, and I pushed my tongue between them, my mouth was filled with the remnants of my cum. She had held the last bit in her mouth. And she was now sharing it with me. My tongue dueled with hers as she rocked her hips. Then, with my dick wrapped in her gauzy material, it slid up into her cunt. I wanted to reach up and touch her tits. But when I moved my hands, she lifted up. "Don't move!" my hands dropped back to the bed and grabbed the covers. I looked up into her face as it twisted into a mask of pure lust. All the time she humped my dick, she whimpered. With long measured strokes, she fucked the length of me. And each time I felt my dick sink in to the depths of her, I heard her whimper. Then her eyes grew wide. Her hips gyrated like a runaway piston. She fucked me so hard it hurt. Then she threw her head back and screamed. And in that scream, I felt her cum. But not like I had ever felt a woman cum before. It, was like a river of thick, hot, syrup flowed over my dick and balls. And each time I felt her throb, I felt another wave of cum soak me.

Aunt Kat sat still as her climax washed thru her body. Then she looked down at me. I wanted to say so much, and yet, I didn't want to say anything. What do you say to your girlfriend's aunt, after she had just given you the most fantastic fuck you've ever had? I don't know. Does anyone? Aunt Kat smiled. Then she bent and kissed my lips. Not a deep kiss, not like the kiss where we shared my cum, more like a quick peck. Then with all the grace of a younger woman, she got up off me. I watched, as without a word, she walked out the door. I heard the soft click, as it closed. My head fell back to the pillow. This was a dream, right? A fantastic, erotic dream! None of this ever happened. I closed my eyes, and the next thing I knew, it was morning. I could hear the jangling of the phone. I stopped and all I could think about, was the fantastic dream I had had the night before. I felt my dick throb and looked down. I was covered with the remains of more dried cum than I could have pumped out in my life. Aunt Kat opened the door and waltzed into the room. She handed me the phone.

I knew who it must have been and my heart was beating faster than anything. What should I say? What could I say? "Oh honey, by the way, I fucked your aunt last night" I put my ear to the phone. Instead of leaving, Aunt Kat sat on the edge of the bed. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Hi honey!" before I could say another word, Johanna began to laugh. "Well Carl, and what did you do last night?" I swallowed and almost began to cry. I knew that this would be the end of our relationship. "Johanna! I! Let me explain?" Johanna began to laugh. "Oh Carl! I know what happened last night. Tell me, did you enjoy it? I know that Aunt Kat surely did." I almost fainted. "What? Wait a minute. You know?" Johanna laughed even more.

"Know? I set the whole thing up. Aunt Kat has had the hots for you from the first time she saw you. She asked me all about how we fuck. I don't keep any secrets from her. I told you she was my favorite aunt. And who else would I share the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, than my favorite aunt? Oh I wish I were there to see the look on your face now? But don't worry Carl, when I get there, we'll do the whole thing all over again." Johanna kept up a babble of conversation. But I didn't know half of what she had said. Aunt Kat had bent down and was working her mouth up and down on my dick again. And as I took a deep breath, all I could smell was the scent of candles.