Keywords: M/F anal, oral Author: W R Jenkins Title: Sex and Love Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal. This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation. End Sermon. Sex and Love - (For_Love.txt)- What's it all about? One woman ponders that question as she wrestles with the recent events in her marriage- and maybe some guys. M/F oral, anal There is a difference between sex and love. Love is the kind of glue that makes two people stick together because they can't imagine being without the other. Life would not be whole without the other half of yourself. Love is a need of that person- forever, through all things. Love is not being able to imagine any other person in their place. Sex is also a need, but it runs nearly opposite love. Sex's glue is the temporary staple of one part in the other. Sex is only half as good without the partner. Sex is a need of any person- right now and on call. Sex is not particularly aware of who the other person is and doesn't want to bothered with details at the moment. Sex and love can exist together quite easily, but that is because sex is so open-minded. But even sex can have its times of doubt if your partner grows too far from the ideal or too well-trod. Love shouldn't force sex to submit. Real love, making the happiness of the other a condition of your own, would recognize sex's own particular rules and insist that they be given full expression. I believe this. More, I put it in practice. Joel is still the man I want to sit beside at our son's wedding. He is still a pretty nice hunk of man, too. And even if he tells me the same, I know his desire has flattened with time even as my own. He may want me as I want him, but... So the sounds leaking in from our bedroom are confirming to me. Our bed, his bed, is the best place for him to sate his desires. It only makes me gladder that he is rooting into that child on the sheets we will sleep on tonight. I am glad because I know it pleases Joel. And I think we serve a greater good in introducing the inexperienced to sex the right way. I say we because it's only Joel's turn tonight. Tonight he is poking that girl in every hole she will let him and living the moment to the full. Tomorrow he will sit quiet in this room, pretending to be away, and listen as I give the girl's boyfriend the complete tour of a woman. That's only fair- to them and to us. This all started for real. Joel was a metaphorical inch away from fucking Krystal. I knew his interest, but I was left with intuition to tell me how quickly the interest would become action. I could see the clues as plain as day. Joel is basically an honest guy and his feelings showed. I went through a whirl of emotions. I was ugly, old and fat and Joel didn't want me. The bastard had used me up and now he was going to trade me in on a newer model! I really must have been ignoring the poor man to make him look elsewhere. What about loyalty, huh? What kind of bastard screws around on his wife? What kind of fool marries him? Well, I wasn't ugly, particularly old or fat, at least no uglier than I was when Joel married me. That was an exaggeration. As I harnessed my emotions, I realized they were mostly dramatic reactions, but that I was split between anger at Joel and wondering if Joel wasn't a victim. Although the flirtation alone was bad enough, in some strange legalistic sense, I needed to know if Joel would actually have sex with this girl. That limited my options. I was left to wait and see if he would cross that line. However, Miss Possible Temptress should not be ignored. If she had designs on Joel and a plot that furnished Joel with some excuse, she should pay the price. In any case, she should be taught the consequences of her choices. All that led to Krystal's boyfriend and I crouching against the wall in the upstairs hall, hiding from our quarry. We had made contact. We kept each other informed about possible opportunities. We found the night they both were free. We waited for them and they appeared. "Well, you are a special girl. I don't remember the girls being as grown-up as you when I was in school," Joel was saying. "You don't need to say that stuff," (Krystal)"You know what we came here to do. I think we should get started." Nervous? Excited? Conniving bitch? I couldn't tell from her tone. She certainly was the aggressor, though. And soon I'd find the answer to my question. I'd know if Joel would really fuck her. "No small talk? No soft music? Don't you want to work up to it?" Joel asked. "I don't want to wait. I... really want to do it now." Nervous. And it was hard to tell if Joel was stalling or still trying to impress her with his world-wise attitude. Then there was no doubt. The rustle of clothes, soft cries of appreciation over revealed flesh, wet kisses; we were hearing them starting sex. Bryan started beside me. He was two steps down the hall before I could grab him. We had to communicate silently. I looked sternly at Bryan. He raised his eyebrows and motioned with his head. I kept my stern expression. He pointed to his eyes. I had assumed he was seeking vengeance on his cheating girlfriend. He wanted to watch. Or so he indicated. I kept my hand resting on his belt in case it was a ruse. We crept to the corner of the stair to peer down onto the couch where Krystal and Joel were entwined. There they were. Joel lay between Krystal's legs and obscured the girl except for the look of bliss on her face while he pastured on her breasts. He had not entered her, but from her face I could see she was ready for him at any time. Joel moved down her torso and planted himself with his face in her crotch. Krystal's perfect little dome tits rolled fetchingly as she writhed on Joel's tongue. Her fingers twisted in his hair to encourage the ravage of his tongue on her sex. I was half-standing to see over Bryan and at first I thought the tug on my wrist was to make me conceal myself better. I ducked obediently before I realized Bryan was drawing my hand down to rest on a large bulge in his jeans. He put his hand over mine and moved it without taking his eyes off the scene below. There was no longer a need of silence on our part. Krystal was loud in proclaiming the imminent approach of her orgasm and we could have talked without being heard, but we maintained our pantomime out of some sense of its power, I think. I knew the pleasure Joel was giving this girl. I thought I understood the rage of the hormones in this poor teen boy. I understood his feeling at watching his partner with another. I even considered my own abandonment. Then I moved my hand on my own. I felt him relax and sit up a bit to give me freer access to the length of his cock. It somehow fit. There was no conscious process. In a burst of enlightenment I saw it all. Joel and Krystal in the far ground humping each other and Bryan and I in the foreground naked and crouched together. I sent my fingers searching for the tab of his zipper. My other hand worked the closure of my slacks. Bryan groaned as I pulled his cock out of his pants. I teased its skin with my fingers as I pulled his hand back to push down into my own pants. He understood immediately and aggressively rubbed my vulva. I noted with lessened interest as Joel moved up Krystal's body to push inside her. They were fucking. I felt a sudden change. The play of our fingers had made the actual penetration have less impact, but now my curiosity was slaked. I lost interest in watching my husband fuck this cheerleader. There was a hard cock in my hand. I pulled on Bryan and he looked back at me. This time I made the motion with my head and Bryan didn't mistake my meaning. He looked hard at the couple coupling below, but then followed my lead. It was less than poetic. I pushed my pants down and kicked them off, but I didn't let Bryan do anything but open the button of his jeans. I sat on the bed and pulled him over to me by the cock that was jutting out of his open fly. It was below me only in position as I sat facing Bryan's crotch. I bent down to mend the distance and let Bryan's involuntary jerk drive the head of his cock into my mouth. I had only started sucking on his cock when I knew I had to stop. Bryan was shivering and moaning and I didn't want him to cum right then. In his state Bryan was eager to follow me when I slid back on the bed. The reckless haste went unnoticed in his flood of hormones. He had no objection to climbing on me mostly dressed and shoving his cock in me as quickly as he could position himself. For me it was that dream lover that comes into your dream and ravishes you without warning and disappears as quickly. Bryan was hard cock with no strings and no boring lead-in. Him seeming to be dressed and me half dressed fed that illusion. I had given myself permission when I saw Joel slide his cock into Krystal. Now I was enjoying the freedom to live for the moment. My naked pelvis heaved into Bryan's thrusts like the slut it is. My daring at stripping off for this kid added to the rising pound of my blood as I feasted on the stab of his hard cock into my notoriously hungry cunt. I had pulled off my pants for him. I had spread my legs and showed him all my secrets. And that was just the appetizer for taking his cock and using it for my own. My legs were wrapped around Bryan and I clung to his shoulders as I served notice that his cock was mine until I was ready to give it back. My hips banged him as hard as he banged me as we fucked furiously on my, our, bed. I wriggled and ground against him to make the hard prod of his stiff prick touch every part of me inside. I was using him for my benefit, but I had reckoned without considering his age when I thought I controlled his cock. "Ohhhh- Jeeze!" I worked my hips hard against his belly to grab the last bit of stiffness but it was futile. Youth had deserted me in my time of need. Trying not to show disappointment, I steeled myself for the inevitable explanation of this sudden carnal explosion. "Bryan, you know..." I started. "Sure," he said fervently, "It was one of those things. Only things like this don't ever happen to me. Passion overcame us. I didn't know that really happened. It was a fluke and I'm not supposed to think it means anything. Like I can believe it happened even when it did." "It doesn't have to be a fluke," I said, suddenly remembering youth's recuperative powers and realizing with better planning I could expect better results. Bryan's stunned look was all the answer I needed. Now I had to make a snap decision whether to fix a time or go for it again right then. I deferred to gather some input. Muttering something about being back and staying there, I slid out from under Bryan to creep to the head of the stair. I wanted to see how much longer Joel would be. I glanced back and saw Bryan was stroking his cock as he stared at my naked bottom while I bent around the corner. A near thing- it would be a near thing. Joel and Krystal were having a crisis about anal sex and I knew it would be only a short time before they were dressing and Joel was taking her home. That would be just about enough time for Bryan to finish and get out before Joel was back. I wonder if it was just the way my mind was working or if some subconscious motive took control of my tongue. I explained to Bryan, just as I had worked it out for myself, that Krystal was freaked out by the thought of anything up her precious rear and was going to call a halt to the fun because Joel brought it up. I said we'd have time to do it again if we hurried. And out of my subconscious or something I saw in his eyes, I gave him a choice. Without thinking what I was saying, I told Bryan that I'd let him fuck me in the ass if he wanted to come over some other time. "Couldn't you just touch it?" Bryan asked. So he got the best of both worlds. I looked down and his cock was nearly hard. I was stiff enough to swell and stick out but not to pop to full attention as it had been when he was fucking me not ten minutes before. I felt obligated. I pushed him back into the bedroom until he fell back on the bed and went down on him. I swear I could feel the snap of his cock going full hard as I took it in my mouth. I felt like the goddess of sex. Neither of us was in the mood for much licking and teasing. I sucked the top of his cock until he was arched like a bow on the bed and then cautiously showed him how much of his cock fit in my mouth. He was a little gentleman as I took more and more of his cock. He didn't move and just reveled in the feel of my lips coming closer and closer to the hilt of his prick. I rocked my head as I marked the distance with my fingers and then bobbed up and down. Bryan held out for a long time as I slid his cock in until it hit the back of my throat and sucked back until I held only the head of his cock in my mouth. All the passion, the moaning, the gasping, was there, but my little sweetheart was taking it like a man. Then I remembered a returning husband and a loud 'discussion' that was about to happen. I pulled back and sucked hard on the head. Bryan obliged and filled my mouth with hot cum only a few moments later. Bryan was quite sweet, but I was distracted by the fight I was planning. I said all the right things back and hustled him out of the house with the instruction to let me know when he was free. I had to decide which bitch I was. Was I destroyed at Joel's betrayal? Vindictive? Disappointed? Clever? Did I seek recompense? Vengeance? Placation? Disbelief? How did I confront him with this smarmy little deed? Did I tell him and see what he did or take the offensive? Or did I casually let it drop that while he was rutting his little chippy I was getting drilled hard and deep by her boyfriend. And that he was coming back to fuck me in the ass, which I knew he hadn't gotten from Krystal. Apparently all those fine ideas mixed together in my head. At first I was cool, like setting a trap. I said I had gotten home early and was surprised he wasn't there. I was amused to see what excuse he'd conjure. Then I told him, no, even earlier than that. He knows me too well not to understand what I meant. He looked like something had sucked out his brain. He was blank. "What are you going to do?" he wisely left that in my hands. And then it hit me. You know what. All that stuff I said to start this soliloquy. All that stuff about love and sex. But I still wanted something for him starting before I had that realization. He had to do penance. "You know- that stuff you said? You don't have to. I asked some people (Krystal?) and they said all sorts of bad things. About how it hurts you and how it can ruin you inside. It's okay if you don't." But it wasn't okay. Joel was in the next room, next to the thin wall and he needed to hear it. He needed to know that Bryan was balls deep in my ass while his little chippie got huffy and walked out when he only mentioned it. He needed to be reminded that his darling wife was very accommodating to his every whim and he needed to hear what he was missing. But it was convenient for Bryan to think that way. It assured I would enjoy this for more than Joel listening in. "I read up on it and that's not true. You just have to make sure everything is ready. We'll just be careful." Everything was ready on me after you wiggled a finger in my ass, but Bryan didn't need to know that. With the sheer bliss of ignorance he totally understood that I would have to cum and cum to get into the mood to put something so very big in a place so very, very tiny. And the best way to trick that dainty little sphincter was to grease it with a finger over and over and over while I was distracted by his tongue licking me to orgasm after orgasm. While that may seem disingenuous and deceitful, it wasn't all in self-interest. Maybe only 90 percent self interest and I deserved some of that for giving Bryan the opportunity. The rest was a real conviction that every girl Bryan was with would appreciate the treatment and maybe even Krystal would open up if he ate her until she gave in. And, of course, it meant Joel would have so much more to listen to while he waited to hear Bryan pounding my behind. It worked like a double dream. Bryan responded well to hand commands and he learned quickly to hit the spot and how much to hit it. He was a natural with his finger. I was in a favorite zone, cumming on a stubborn tongue while a finger kept trying to crawl deeper into my butt. He matched the vigor of his finger to my contortions and I was in heaven. I think that's the point of an asshole, sexually. It's like the extra ka-pow in the bang of cumming. And did I mention Bryan was a natural? He probed hard and deep without brutality and without that maddening timidity of someone that wants to be too nice. His finger fucked with my mood and when he pulled it out to dip it in lube I was panting until he shoved it back in me. That's where I lost focus. I suppose I had cum enough, but what is enough? All I know is that I was straining against the urge to beg Bryan to fuck my ass and I was telling myself Joel needed to hear more. But the argument was lost. Bryan's finger had me screaming filthy things and soon, 'fuck me! fuck me in the ass', was one of them. Bryan couldn't have driven his cock up my ass hard enough or fast enough to make me blink, but he was still scared he would hurt me. He bent over me as he eased his cock against my sphincter. "Does it help if I rub this?" he asked as he reached between my legs to let his fingers stand in for his tongue. I nearly bucked back to ram him whole into my ass. Yes! This was going to be good for me on a physical as well as psychological level. Then I nearly bucked back because he was so careful pushing his cock up my butt. It was tight. Oh god. It's a muscle. It can squeeze. It was hot. Oh god. Internal body temperature- yessir! It was a long, bated-breath filling of my anal canal. While maddening, my quivering thighs quite enjoyed the whole process. I was fluttering on the edges of orgasm like butterflies over milkweed. It took Bryan hitting bottom with a solid slap to set off a string. Then I bucked to my heart's content and Bryan showed he naturally knew how to respond with his cock as well as his finger. But that wasn't enough. "Slap on that butt. Make some noise!" I demanded. I pushed him up so that he could drive harder into me and suffered the stabbing of his cock with a pleasure that it took my masochistic love of pain to enjoy. Pussy abandoned. Cock hurting my ass. That loud smack upon smack as his belly spanked into my butt. Pleasure built like his rhythm and I think it was the sound at last that made me scream off into another orgasm from being fucked so hard. I quite destroyed Bryan's rhythm with my contractions and contortions and he was frozen, quivering. His rhythm broken, there was no stopping the torrent of his cum from blasting out of his cock into my warm, dry backside. He jerked and lunged as he shot off in me, but it was his howl that flowed warm over me as the sparklies of climax cleared in my head. We had had a good time. I understood the warm feelings of doing good in your community. I saw a hobby that would pay dividends for everyone. Bryan seemed relieved to be let off the hook as my boy toy. I know it was an unforgettable experience and was glad he didn't feel let down. I guess he was mature enough to see the dead end and happy enough to bail with his memories. Joel was still pleasingly malleable. I'm sure he was jerking off to the sounds of Bryan fucking me. He admitted that he found the situation arousing. I believed his answers when I asked him about other girls. If he had zeroed in on Krystal, now was the time to widen the scope. I recited my treatise on love and sex. It sounds like this missy wants the round-trip excursion. Or at least she thinks she does. That's all Joel needs. I hear his cooing tones and hers with yips at the end. 'I don't know.' 'Are you sure?' 'Will it fit?' 'It feels funny.' All those matched by Joel's soft replies. 'Just a little bit, honey.' 'How does that feel?' 'Just relax.' I imagine Joel is about halfway up her tight little virgin ass about now. It seems like less than that now, but soon our little missy will have her fullness burst on her all at once. Then she'll freak in one direction or the other. She'll gasp and squirm and Joel will fill her up and fuck her before she regains her senses. Or she'll try to get away and Joel will do his best to talk her buns up again. Ah, it seems this one's a talker. She's never felt anything like it. It's big. It's up her ass. She's taking it in the ass. She's got a great big cock right in her asshole. It feels so different. It's so different to have a great big cock right up her ass. I appreciate her awe at the moment, but she is getting boring. She should at least throw a few 'fuck me!'s in there for a change. I guess this means Joel will be dining tonight. This will be the third load he's unloaded in this girl and I don't want to have to work that hard to get laid. I will suck his cock a reasonable time, but if I get no response, Joel is going down. And that too is only fair. Joel will find no such impediment tomorrow night. He has no worries that I will be fucked out and not able to get my pussy or my mouth or my ass open wide enough for him to fuck me after my young swain has cum and gone. And he will fuck me, energetically, after laying in the dark listening to me satisfy my young lover. It's very quiet over there. I suppose she's telling him how her ass still feels like there's a cock in it. Joel will probably tell her that she needs to use one of my toys to make herself cum. No, they're leaving the bed. No voyeur games for Joel tonight. It's about time to put my panties back on and wait for the door. I can lie in their mingled scents and relive what I heard tonight. That should have my fantasy engine running hot by the time Joel returns. And if he can't, well, I'll get mine. I love Joel and want him to happy. We are fortunate to find interests that run so perfectly parallel, but that shouldn't be the point. The point is that all those shackles love wants to put on sex are primitive. There is no longer a reason to deny happiness. Conception is controllable, so all those paternity issues are moot. Women (for the most part) are no longer property, so that objection pales. The only danger is love. And stopping your partner from having sex will not stop them falling in love if that's what they are bound to do. Indeed, I believe that showing your love by placing your mate first is the best and strongest cure for them ever falling in love somewhere else. What better deal can they make than the one that loves them? And if paying attention to the rules of sex is all it takes, then I say: Let them eat Kate. That's what I think. ###