The Proposal

Just as he got his cock fully inserted into her cunt, he stopped and held still. 

“I have something to ask you,” he said.

She opened her eyes and looked up at his face hovering above her.  She was quite excited and a little disoriented.  Her paramount need right now was for him to continue the fuck and here he was asking questions.  Through the persistent fog of her desire, it occurred to her that he was going to ask for something kinky – something they hadn’t done before.  That made her apprehensive.

“What?” she asked warily.

“Well,” he began hesitantly, “I was wondering if you’d like to marry me.”

As she attempted to digest this, she felt his cock twitch within her.  She searched his face for a sign that this was some sort of joke.  Finding nothing but an intently sober expression, she inquired if he were serious.  She knew he had better be – this topic did not fall in a category that she considered fair game for jest.

“I’m very serious,” he replied evenly, “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Her pulse, if possible, seemed to throb with increased tempo and intensity.  But it wasn’t necessarily joy she was feeling.  There was a significant element of apprehension.  She was crazy about this guy, sure.  Why else would she be living with him?  But she had had little sense that he was ready for The Big Commitment.  Still, if he’s ready, why shouldn’t she be?

Realizing the pause was getting long and might be interpreted as reluctance, she finally summoned her voice.

“In that case, I accept.  I’d love to marry you.”  Too long?  Too formal?

He didn’t seem to think so.  Still inside her, he leaned to his left, opened the nightstand drawer and took out a ring box.  The rest of the room seemed to recede as he handed it to her.  Taking it, she realized that one of his arms was occupied supporting his weight, so he couldn’t open the box himself.

The diamond was large and bright and mounted in what looked like a platinum setting.  It was very much to her liking.  Mechanically she took it from the box, set the box aside and slid the ring onto her finger.  She held it out her arm to admire it.  It caught the light exquisitely.  She felt a pleased smile creeping onto her lips.

“We can exchange it if it’s not what you like.”

She realized that he was waiting for some sign of her approval.  She suddenly returned to awareness of his hard cock inside her and the weight of his naked body on hers.  Turning her attention back to him, she encircled his neck with her arms and tightened her legs around his ass.

“Don’t dare think of exchanging it.  I love it – and you.”

At last she was satisfied with the appropriateness of her response as their mouths came together.  Their tongues danced slowly and then they gradually drew their faces apart.

“What made you decide to propose now?” she asked in a near whisper.

He misunderstood the question.  What she had meant was, “What made you decide to propose marriage at this stage of our relationship?”

“Because it’s our anniversary.”

“Our six month anniversary was almost two weeks ago.”

“Not the anniversary of our meeting.  Today is one month since you moved in.”

A surprising choice.  But that was her guy – always turning up with the unexpected.

This all started on an unexpected note that Thursday night at the bar.  The place was unexpectedly crowded. When she bumped into Ian, a total stranger, he said the unexpected.

“That was nice.  Can I have the next dance, too?”

That he suggested that they leave together after what seemed like only a short conversation, that he told her he’d come with friends so he needed her to drive, that she followed his directions to his place, that he took her immediately to the bedroom and began undressing her as soon as they arrived bedside – all unexpected.  The surprises of the evening continued with how much she enjoyed the slow, easy way he fucked her, how long they’d talked afterward, how he’d asked her to stay and how late she actually did stay after he’d fucked her a second time.

She wasn’t really sure how the second fuck developed.   He was lying on his side talking about everything and nothing while she remained on her back with her head propped up on a pillow, responding through the pleasant haze of her afterglow.  Somewhere in amongst his disclosure of how he had hated history in high school but learned to love it in college, he casually climbed between her legs.  She noticed that he was completely hard again.  She also noticed how easily and matter-of-factly he entered her.  As he ground his crotch against hers, he murmured an apology: something to the effect that he couldn’t help being turned on by her.  With that he began to fuck her at the same leisurely pace as before.   

He finished the fuck with the same low key, series of silent shudders that had concluded the first.  Apparently he never considered that she might be unprotected against pregnancy.  He just delivered his seed and then remained inside her until he was too soft to maintain penetration.  Still, she had no sense of his being self-centered or insensitive – just easy and unaffected.

When she finally did make him understand that she had to leave if she was going to be able to make work the next day, he helped her clean up and dress.  She wasn’t sure whether she was more surprised that he went about the job of dabbing up her pussy with tissues as she lay spread-legged on the bed or that he ran his fingers under her bra straps to be sure they were seated comfortably after he had cinched her up.  Definitely unexpected was his escort to her car.  He walked out of his townhouse to curbside completely naked and then engaged her in a lingering good night kiss.  Then he stood in the nude and waved as she drove off.

She drifted off to sleep wondering if a guy could really be as casual and low key as he appeared to be.

She didn’t have to wonder about whether he would call.  Her mobile rang as she was leaving her place the next morning.  Their next date was scheduled before she arrived at work.  It was for that night.

He picked her up early, they made a brief foray at dinner, but it was obvious to both that all they really wanted was to resume fucking.  Once they arrived at her place, they did just that. 

She was white hot with desire and ready for his cock by the time she was undressed.  Just a quickie, please.  Hold the foreplay.  That wasn’t his agenda, however.  He kissed and sucked nearly every available spot on her body that could be reached by mouth.  Although she didn’t have a lot of experience in that area, she concluded that the cunnilingus he provided was probably among the best.  She reached that conclusion only later, after the fourth or fifth orgasm had subsided. 

The evening did conclude with one of his signature slow fucks.  By that point she almost hoped he would just cum and not put her through the ordeal of another climax.  However, she changed her mind as he found her hot spots and sent her on another upward spiral of ecstasy.

When the evening concluded, she was slightly sweaty, very juicy and deliciously fatigued.  She was sprawled on her back and dozing when he gathered up his clothes, kissed her and left – naked, of course.

When she stirred awake momentarily an hour or so later, she wondered why he’d gone.  Then she remembered that she had specified when she made the date that she had commitments the next day.  She felt disappointed that he had respected her wishes so scrupulously.  She’d probably have ditched her plans if he’d asked her.  The idea of waking up to that slow, smooth cock of his was very appealing in retrospect.

On Saturday she coyly shared the intimate secrets of her liaison with her best girl friend as they exercised, lunched and shopped.  Her companion was beside herself with excitement. 

“Taylor, you’ve got to be exaggerating,” she challenged, without a hint of skepticism.

Taylor laid down her fork and raised her right hand in solemn pledge.

“May my tits fall off if it isn’t all true,” she deadpanned.

Her girl friend dissolved into giggles.

“You’re really short on critical details, though.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

“Like?”

“How big is his cock?”

“Excuse me.  Private?”

“Don’t be cute.  You’ve already told me things that would make a hooker blush.”

“Well, I guess he’s above average, but he’s not sporting 10 inches.”

“Average is 5 to 6 inches.  He’s bigger than that?”

“Yeah, probably.  I’ll bring a ruler next time.”

“Okay, okay.  What’s he look like?”

Taylor relaxed as she looked into the middle distance.

“His hair is curly – somewhere between blonde and light brown.  But his eyes are great: blue, sooo blue.  I think that’s why I was such a push over when he started talking to me.”

“You go, girl.”

“And a great smile.  Oh, and he’s got a cleft chin.”

“Below the chin?”

“Mmm… Slim build…and tall.  Definitely on the high side of six feet.”

“So you’ll be able to wear heels with this guy?”

“Oh, yeah.”  Taylor felt a glimmer of satisfaction.  Her almost-five-foot-eight stature had been a dating limitation that preyed on her from time to time.  She really liked being dressed up in 4 inch spikes. 

“Sweet.  And does he have a brother?”

“No, but he has a sister.”  She suddenly remembered some of that between-fucks talk-a-thon the first night.  “And she lives out of town somewhere.”

“Humph.  Buzz kill.” 

“Sorry, Lin,” Taylor smirked, then added, “I thought you were in a committed relationship with Ty.”

Linda grinned unabashedly.

“Just window shopping.  You never know when you’ll have an opportunity to trade up.” 

Taylor let that go, although she was vaguely disturbed by her companion’s apparent willingness to throw over a perfectly good guy for only the prospect of a better one.  Meanwhile, Lin continued breezily, “So, when do I meet your new lay?”

“Well, for that matter, I’m not sure when I’ll meet him.  He hasn’t called since he left.  That’s forever for him.”

Just then her mobile phone went off.  Her heart jumped.  She didn’t see Linda’s eyes grow large because she was already diving for her purse.  The caller ID on the face plate was just what she was hoping for.

“Hello?”  She managed to get her voice into a register that she thought sounded neutral, belying her excitement.

“Hi, Taylor. It’s Ian. Is this a good time?”

“It depends.  For what?”  Relieved by the sound of his voice and encouraged by the unassuming way he greeted her, she dropped into playful mode.  Her face settled into a smile that sent Linda the message that this was The Call.  Linda was all rapt attention.

“Well,” he replied somewhat defensively, “you said you’d be busy most of the day, so I didn’t want to … you know… intrude.”

Her spirits soared.  Here was a guy who had ravished her repeatedly, from whom her body had withheld no secrets and he’s not showing an ounce of cockiness or presumption.  Girl in control here.

She kept the conversation going long enough to keep him guessing and Linda stewing.  In the end, she graciously acquiesced to seeing him that night.  He would make her dinner at his place.  She reminded him that she had a commitment Sunday morning.  Set boundaries.  Don’t let him assume she’s at his disposal.

She was ten minutes late arriving at his place.  She must have changed outfits ten times trying to decide on the most appropriate.  Something sexy and titillating that holds a little back but comes off easily when the time comes to surrender them.  Clothes are such a problem.

She knew her pussy was wet as she rang the doorbell.  Good thing she wore something dark.

He was grinning when he opened the door.  She stifled a gasp and checked her impulse to fly into his arms.  The smile was all he was wearing.  His half-hard cock looked marvelous, unadorned by any pubic hair.  She surmised that this recent tonsorial modification was made in honor of the occasion.

Collecting herself, she stepped over the threshold, slipped her arms around his neck and drew close to him for a kiss.  His arms went around her as their open mouths pressed together.  Their tongues visited each other in turn.

When they finally parted she discovered that there was a new presence.  His cock was rampant. When she stepped back to appraise this development she found it pointing upward on what could only be described as an aggressive angle.  As if she needed any more of a turn-on. 

Grasping his member in one hand while the other remained loosely around his neck, she smiled up at him.

“I like the look you put together – and this is a great accessory.  You’ve got quite a flair for fashion.”

He grinned back in appreciation.

“I’m glad you like this outfit.  It’s my personal favorite.”

She decided cool the situation off a bit.  After another kiss, she inquired if there was anything to drink.  When he replied that there was wine in the kitchen, she stepped back and invited him to lead the way.  Without a glance downward to where his cock was still in her grasp, he demurred, suggesting that she lead the way.

“If you insist,” she acquiesced.

Changing her grip, she made a show of preceding him to the kitchen leading him by the cock.  Once at the counter where an uncorked bottle stood beside two stemmed glasses, she turned to face him, again changing hands.  Noting that his precum had leaked onto her hand, she held his eyes with hers while she raised the hand to her mouth and slowly licked off the slick fluid.  She reveled in the look on his face.

When her display concluded, she prompted him to pour the wine.  He accomplished that task with one hand, pouring, setting down the bottle and then passing her glass to her.  She continued to hold his cock as they clinked glasses and drank “to fashion” – her suggestion.

He set his glass down and looked at her intently.  She could tell he was in some distress from his persistent hard on.

“Would you mind,” he asked in a strained voice, “if I fucked you before dinner?”

Her sexual excitement was hardly less than his, but she was determined to prolong the play.

“I don’t know.  I was planning to keep this outfit on for a while.  It was a lot of trouble getting it just right.”

He didn’t hesitate.  Stepping forward, he murmured “No problem” as he slipped his hands under her short skirt.  His hands swiftly explored the full circumference of her ass and pussy as he ascertained that she was not wearing panties.  She twitched under his touch.

Satisfied, he slipped his hands under her ass cheeks and began to lift her off her feet.  With a squeak, she released his cock as she sought support by seizing his shoulders with both of her hands.  Instinctively her legs went around him, her bare inner thighs encountering his bare hips.

Pivoting, he set her on a nearby bar stool.  As soon as she was situated, he reached around him to grasp her lower legs, one in each hand.  Not entirely sure what he was about, she allowed him to raise her legs up and out until each of them came to rest on his shoulders.  In the process she had to unhand his shoulders and lean back.  When he stepped forward and inserted his finger into her exposed pussy, she got the message.

He explored her cunt and teased her clit.  The sensations that those actions engendered in her caused her to pant as she gripped the seat of the stool for support.  The last things she noticed before her eyes slipped closed were her feet still encased in high heeled shoes swaying on either side of his head as she writhed in rhythm with his finger-fucking.

Her passion was escalating nicely when she felt a change in activity.  His fingers paused for a moment, she felt his weight shift, then there was a new presence at the entrance to her pussy.  As the finger withdrew smoothly it was replaced by another larger invader.  She felt herself opening in response to his fine, hard cock.

“Oh,” was her only comment when his cock completed its journey into her.  The root of his cock pressed repeatedly against her pussy as though seeking deeper penetration.  If that were possible she would have been in favor of it.

Eventually, his pushes relented as a new, circular motion took its place.  As he backed out to get a greater range of motion, a new component, the inevitable thrusting began – short and slow at first then increasingly longer.

Deprived of visual input, she was aware of only her rapid, irregular breathing and the amazing sensations emanating from her cunt.  When she reached her first climax, she wasn’t sure if she was still in the chair or floating out of it.  Her gasping scream was as much from fear of falling as from fulfillment.

During the dip in her ecstasy that followed, she established that she retained the seat of the stool in a two-handed death grip.  Reassured, she concentrated on urging him to fuck her harder by thrusting back and clenching her vaginal muscles as best she could.  Although she had little ability to control events, he apparently got the message.  His redoubled efforts drove her over the top for a second time.

It was only when her shuddering subsided and some of her awareness returned that she discovered he was no longer thrusting.  Gasping, he was grinding his crotch against hers as waves of shudders passed over him.  Apparently he had reached his climax and was now making his contribution to their mingled love fluids.

As they relaxed, the pressure of his hands gripping her buttocks relented.  She hadn’t been conscious of how intensely he had been holding her, pulling her as closely as possible to achieve the maximum penetration.  When her eyelids finally parted, her woozy perception was that his face was flushed and dazed and he was swaying unsteadily.  When he noticed her eyes were open he essayed a wan smile.

“There.  Fuck complete and not a hair out of place.”

She experimented and found her voice.

“You do nice work, sir.”

“Ah, but the job’s not done until the paperwork’s complete.”

The smile grew into a grin as he leaned over her.  She gripped the seat with renewed urgency as he bent her almost double.  Reaching over her shoulder to the counter, he picked up something before leaning back again.  She saw he was holding a wad of paper napkins.

Gingerly, he withdrew his softening cock from her pussy.  With her legs still on his shoulders, he went to work between her legs, blotting her cunt lips.  At one point he brought his other hand in play to spread her lips for more extensive cleaning.  She watched the seriousness with which he pursued his task with bemusement.

When he ceased his endeavors, he cocked his head and gave the site of his work a critical inspection.  Apparently satisfied, he laid aside the used napkins then gently grasped her calves to lower her legs from his shoulders.  She cooperated by shifting her position until she was sitting up nearly straight.  When her legs were pointed at the floor, he slipped his hands under her bare ass and lifted her off the stool to stand upright.  Her legs were wobbly, but held as she waited for him to smooth down her skirt and step back for one final inspection.

“There,” he announced, raising his eyes to hers with a renewed grin.  “All ready to go.  Tips are appreciated.”

Returning his grin, she stated her intention of making her own assessment before tottering off to the bathroom.  The mirror disclosed that except for the bright-eyed flush on her face there was no apparent evidence of her having recently been on the receiving end of a fuck.  Her clothes, hair and make up were all in reasonable-to-great shape.  He does do good work, she concluded.

Dinner was tasty.  She would have come to that conclusion even if it had not been served by a naked, sexually vibrant man.  The conversation was free and witty, lubricated by just the right amount of wine.  He offered but didn’t push refilling her glass while pacing his drinking to hers.

As they relaxed over coffee and he leaned back in his chair, his relaxed cock lulled on one thigh.  She appreciated how chubby it was and how the head pointed nearly at her.  It crossed her mind that it was keeping a one-eyed watch on her while waiting for its next opportunity. 

He caught her glancing at his equipment and smiled knowingly.  Somewhat flustered, she asked him if he always kept nude.  His “whenever I can” reply turned out to be a segue into a new topic: Kristen and Jay.  They were a married couple that lived a few housing units away.  Ian had made their acquaintance a couple of months ago under what for him were typical circumstances. 

He was out on his doorstep retrieving his mail in the nude as usual.  Kristen, whom he had spotted several times and always greeted as he went about his business, approached him and introduced herself.  Ian stood his ground, facing her with his cock on open display.

Kristen was a cute, petite blonde with an ebullient, maybe slightly hyperactive personality.  Her full cheeked face sported a perpetual sunny, unconcerned smile. She reminded him of nothing so much as that high school girl everyone remembers as Miss Perky Personality.

She enthusiastically engaged him in conversation as though there were nothing unusual about the situation.  However, she did get around to bringing up his chronic state of undress.   She disclosed that she thought it was “cool” but that her husband, Jay, suggested that only gay guys did that sort of thing. 

“I told him I don’t think that’s necessarily so,” Kristen offered.   Then she allowed an expectant pause.  Realizing that she was waiting for his comment, he cleared his throat.

“Uh, no, I’m straight.”

“Not even bi?”

“Uh, no, straight as an arrow.”  He had grown slightly uncomfortable under her directness.

“That’s great,” she enthused.  Somehow he formed the impression that he had just qualified for further consideration for some unknown opportunity.

She asked if he could spare a minute.  It was late on a Saturday morning on which he had no pressing plans, so he agreed that he did indeed have a minute.  In that case, she’d like him to come meet her husband.  He agreed and turned to enter his condo to retrieve some clothes.

“Where are you going?” she inquired promptly.

“I’m gonna throw something on so I can come with you.”

“Oh.”  Her face clouded with disappointment.  “I was hoping you’d come like that.”

He was taken aback.  He made brief forays into public view “like that” but he studiously avoided long exposures that might kindle the ire of some neighbor, provoking a call to the local constabulary.

“It’s only a few doors down and there’s practically nobody around,” she urged, reading his ambivalence.

He was intrigued by all of the aspects of the situation – and she was right, the court was empty.  Decision made, he dropped his mail on the floor inside the door, made sure it was unlocked before he pulled it closed and then turned back to her with an expectant look.  Her face bloomed into a beatific smile.

As he strode barefoot and bare-assed the few dozen paces it took to reach her door, he gradually relaxed and reacquainted himself with the sensation of the air passing over his nether regions. With his initial apprehension allayed, his cock distended a bit with anticipation and swayed gently with each step.

Kristen had been talking non-stop throughout the duration of their journey.  What filtered through his distraction was that she and Jay had been married only a few months before following an on-again-off-again relationship.  She volunteered that she was apprehensive about tying the knot at such a young age – she was 20 – but Jay finally convinced her that marriage wouldn’t mean the end to “others.”  After all, Jay liked “others,” too.  Ian’s cock reacted to this reference with enhanced interest.

Kristen led him inside.

“Jay, come meet our company,” she called as soon as the door closed.

As they gained the dinette, Jay emerged from the bedroom, padding on bare feet.  Ian recognized him from previous anonymous encounters – a tall strongly built guy with a shock of thick, wavy hair.  He was wearing only a pair of gym shorts, the better to display his well-defined torso.  Can you say “works out like crazy,” boys and girls?

As he came forward and offered his hand, Jay arranged his face into a smile that was just polite – no more.  He had light blue eyes that Ian concluded went a long way to softening what might be an overall intimidating package.  Ian noted that Jay’s eye flickered only momentarily over his own genitalia.

“Care for a cup of coffee?”

As Ian turned to respond to her query, he discovered that she had peeled off her bare midriff Tee top, confirming his conclusion that she wore nothing underneath.  Her well-shaped, firm breasts bobbed merrily as they gained their freedom.  Her face was still wreathed in the same exuberant smile as though nothing unusual were transpiring.

“Uh, no, I’m good … Thanks,” he managed as she lowered her shorts below her knees and then pumped her legs to cause them to fall away.  Apparently, she hadn’t considered panties necessary this morning.  Her pussy was clean shaved, he noted approvingly.  His cock also registered its approval by escalating to half-hard, standing off his body.  He was seriously concerned that he was on his way to embarrassing himself.

“Diet soda, bottled water?” she continued as she retrieved her shorts from the floor and placed them on an adjacent chair along with her top.  A familiar pair of gym shorts joined them.  When Ian looked back in Jay’s direction he was nude with his arms folded.  He was displaying very respectable appointments with obvious self-confidence.  He was also smooth shaved at the crotch.

Ian suddenly noted that his throat was dry.

“The diet soda will be fine … cola, if you have it.”

“Comin’ up.”

He watched her very shapely ass exit the room after Jay declared his preference for bottled water.  Jay pulled back a chair and invited him to do the same.  Ian gratefully accepted, feeling his incipient embarrassment subside as his stiffening cock slipped out of sight below the horizon of the tabletop.

Jay was making a stab at conversation by asking Ian how long he’d lived in the community when Kristen bounded – there was no other word for it – back into the room.  She paused before distributing the beverages still wearing her beacon smile.  It seemed clear that she was providing a little display, clutching the bottles and the can just below and between her perky breasts.

Drinks opened and sipped, Kristen sat with one leg folded under her and jumped back into the conversation topic that she had been pursuing with Ian as though no time elapsed and as though Jay had been a part of it all along.

She confided that since they were now living at some distance from their old friends – she put an unusual stress on that word – they haven’t been able to be with others as much as they used to.  Consequently, they were eager to find new friends.

Not sure what signal was being sent, Ian temporized with some bland observations about how hard it was to meet interesting people in a new place.  He volunteered that he’d only lived in the area for a short time himself.

Jay took charge of the conversation by switching to Ian’s nudity.  Was he alone or part of a group?

Alone, Ian admitted.  He was kind of a “house nudist” but had done the nude beach thing twice – both times with mixed results.  Prompted by Jay’s follow-up questions, he confided that he had never been at a nude house party, swap meet or fucked strange women while blindfolded.  His curiosity was building even as his hard-on wavered.

“So, have you done those things?” Ian finally asked.

“Yeah, all of them,” Kristen affirmed.  Her eyes were dancing.  “And other things, too.”

“Fact is,” Jay continued, “we’re looking for people who do or who’d like to do those kinds of things.”

Ian was simultaneously excited with curiosity and apprehension.

“Does that sort of thing appeal to you?” Jay persisted as he leaned back in his chair.

When Ian hesitated, he added, “You act like a guy who’s into exhibitionism.  That’s a good start.”

“Ever fucked while people watched?” Kristen was back in the flow.  There was no mistaking her eager interest in the new subject.

Ian offered that he had fucked where he could be viewed by casual passers-by, but not in a situation where an audience was known to be present.  Nevertheless he had found public fucking quite exhilarating.

Kristen’s voice was quieter and more intent when she next asked, “Would you like to fuck me while Jay watches?”

Ian felt his cock issue an enthusiastic affirmation to that suggestion.  He felt a distinct tingle of excitement emanate from his belly to radiate in all directions, finally raising the hairs on the back of his neck. His voice was practically a croak when he asked if she were serious.

Kristen’s response was to slip out of her chair, take up a position behind his chair and lower her lips to his ear.  Her whispered “yes” was delivered with her lips touching his ear.  In a daze of sexual excitement he beheld Jay watching him narrowly from across the table.  The slight smile he had been maintaining was growing slowly as he watched Ian’s reaction.

The foreplay that ensued moments later on the couple’s bed included some enthusiastic cock sucking on Kristen’s part.  Jay was standing near the bed sporting a fully erect cock as he followed the action in the view display of a camcorder.

Ian’s mouth was working his partner’s nipples and his finger was probing her very moist cunt when he moved to mount her.  To his surprise she resisted.  He was reassured however, when she gently pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips.

“You’re the guest, so it’s my treat,” she explained with her patented smile.

Her eyes were glowing with anticipation as she reached down between her legs and established a grip on his hard-on.  She expertly aligned their sex organs and promptly began her descent.  Her smile settled into a display of dreamy satisfaction when she hit bottom and perched on him.   After a moment’s pause, she lifted off slightly so she could slowly rotate her hips for their mutual stimulation.  Then she added a slow up and down motion, punctuated by clenches of her pussy muscles.  If he previously entertained any doubts, Ian was convinced of her extensive sexual experience.

With few demands on him, Ian appropriated her breasts for his amusement as Kristen leaned forward on her arms and began to fuck herself on his cock.  He monitored her progress toward a climax by the evolution of her facial expressions.  Her smile gradually tightened and then was replaced by an open-mouthed, closed-eye intentness that proclaimed an incipient orgasm.  For his part, the promise of his own climax caused him to give up her tits in favor of gripping her waist and thrusting back.  Her boobs swayed and bobbed appealingly as they both worked toward their mutual fulfillment.

She paused only momentarily when her first orgasm hit.   Her pussy muscles clenched as she gyrated on his cock, but she quickly reestablished a thrusting rhythm.  Her squeals continued throughout.  It was clear that she was dedicated to achieving her next orgasm.  He seconded that motion with renewed efforts of his own.

She was shuddering through her second climax when his cock sent him the message that he was near that state himself.  His urgent efforts to continue fucking to his own end got his partner’s attention.  She resumed pumping with alacrity. 

As the first pulse of semen blazed the length of his cock, he pulled her down on him by her hips.  At the same time he used his bent knees and planted feet to raise his hips and force his cock as deeply into her as he could.  His second and third pulses came rapidly, reinforcing his orgasmic experience.  He was still thrusting hard into her when his emission tailed off to dribbles.

After a few desultory pumps on his cock, Kristen apparently faced the fact that this fuck was over.  Ian watched as she settling back into an upright sitting position on his cock.  That’s when Jay – or rather, Jay’s cock – came into his field of view.  With the minicam pointed at her face at close quarters, Kristen took the proffered boner in her nearest hand to guide it into her open mouth.  Jay murmured his approval with something like, “Yeah, my turn now.”

As his erstwhile fuck partner began to give the other guy a vigorous blow job, Ian felt her pussy working his declining cock.  Some of the sensation was related to her eager squirming as she sucked Jay, but mixed in were sporadic clenches of her pussy muscles.  The scene was hot and the stimulation was enjoyable, so notwithstanding his spent state, he felt his cock firming up in her pussy.

Jay was swaying with half closed eyes as the girl brought him along.  Ian decided that his cock wanted to play some more. Planting his feet and bending his knees, he seized her waist and began to thrust into her cunt again.  Her body began to roll with the multi-point stimulation.  Those tantalizing boobs wheeled and bounced with all of the activity.

Abruptly, Jay seized her head with his free hand let out a hissing gasp.  Eyes squeezed shut, his hips bucked repeated with arrested thrusts into the girl’s mouth.   It occurred to Ian that the camcorder was not being well aimed at this point.  However, he was intent on continuing to fuck the other end of Kristen.

The girl gradually let Jay’s softening cock slip from her mouth as she turned her attention back to the assault on her pussy.  A stringer of jizzum trailed from her mouth.  Apparently she had managed to expertly swallow his load without fuss or loss.  She was now cooperating fully with Ian’s efforts and apparently ascending on a new wave of passion.

She came again with a surprisingly small amount of stimulation.  Ian marveled at the sensation of her clenching cunt muscles as she once again twisted and floundered on his cock.  This time, as she descended from her climax, her head declined and she leaned forward on her arms amidst the sounds of her own gasping. 

In deference to her apparent exhaustion, Ian pushed as deeply into her as he could manage and just held in place to wait for her to recover.  Finally, with what sounded like a final gasp she began to move against him again.  Her head remained declined for several reps but then she raised her face and tossed back her hair.  The expression on her face was one of weary determination. 

Her persistence finally resulted in Ian’s achieving a weak climax.  She took the signal of his hard final thrust up into her and pressed down on him as his cock jerked repeatedly inside her.  She relaxed as she felt him come down, gradually slumping on top of him.

After a few minutes of recovery he heard Jay’s enthusiastic inquiry, “Okay, then.  Who’s ready to watch the replay?”

They whiled away the remains of the morning and early afternoon watching archival videos of Jay and Kristen’s past sexploits.  They also discussed their mutual interest in edgy sex and the possibility locating like-minded people.  When Ian walked home in the nude that afternoon, his mind was in such as whirl that he was unaware of whether or not he was observed.

Ian enjoyed Taylor’s rapt attention as he recounted his activities with his new friends.  He continued to relate that over the past few months they had managed to recruit a few more into their informal group.  Ian had accumulated some memorable experiences fucking a variety of girls in a variety of settings.

When he finally got around to asking her if she’d like to meet Jay and Kristen, Taylor’s thumping heart nearly impeded her from vocalizing her assent.  A couple of hours later, her heart was finally slowing as she relaxed naked under the weight of Jay’s body.  The fog of her fulfilled passion was dissipating as his cock softened inside her.  She was gradually becoming aware of Ian who was continuing to slowly fuck Kristen beside her in the same king size bed.

As Kristen writhed under Ian’s cock strokes, Taylor reviewed her experiences leading up to Jay’s explosive insemination of her cunt.  She concluded that Jay’s more commanding role in lovemaking was an interesting – no, fun – contrast with Ian’s more feeling method.  As that musing blossomed, she concluded that the swap scene was for her.

Taylor was only intermittently aware of Jay’s semen leaking from her cunt as the four of them enthusiastically laid plans for a swap party.  They did so without leaving the bed in which they had all fucked.  When they concluded their meeting and had had something to drink, they switched partners and had a good luck fuck (Kristen’s idea) in honor of their renewed venture.  Out of consideration for the guys’ stamina, the girls got on top this time.

Recruiting proved a delicate matter.  Kristen seemed the most adept at it.  In fact, she seemed to be a magnet for people of those predilections.  Go figure.  The greatest benefit to accrue from her efforts was that she generally located interested girls with boyfriends.  That kept the boy-girl ratio in balance while avoiding the reluctant girlfriend problem.

Taylor’s only real success in that area was bringing Linda aboard.  It turned out to be much easier than she expected – and much more portentous.

At Linda’s first attendance Taylor unexpectedly found nascent love.   It occurred at her first sight of Linda’s boyfriend.  On meeting Ty, Taylor concluded that he was a guy who evinced an attractive mix of the seriousness, self-confidence and gameness. For Taylor it was lust at first sight.  The way he fucked her that day was like neither Ian nor Jay.  It was … well, wonderful.  It was little bit tentative at first but when he perceived her enthusiasm for him, he took charge and fucked her very, very well.  When she came, she felt as though she were floating.  Of course, she was more reserved when discussing her experience with her friend later.  Surprisingly, it came out that Linda considered her boyfriend’s fucking “nothing special.”  Maybe it was all in the attitude.

As one swap party was followed by another, Taylor began to realize that she and Ian’s relationship had deteriorated until it had little content other than “the Group,” as they referred to it.  They seldom saw each other between parties and their communications seemed to include little else than a review of the last encounter and planning for the next.  It seemed to her that their relationship consisted of little more than carpooling to the party.  She was not concerned about their disengagement as she became more infatuated with Ty.  The attraction turned out to be mutual. 

For her part, Linda bloomed in the Group setting.  She gloried in the response she got when her full breasts were unleashed from the confines of her bra.  Ian for one enjoyed the sight of her puddled breasts rippling in sympathy with his rapid thrusts as they neared their climaxes.  Eventually, Linda and Ty amicably ended what was left of their “exclusivity.”  She went on to play the field with a vengeance that would have given Casanova pause.

About the time that Taylor and Ty started sharing bed time outside the group, Ian had taken up with another woman from their circle.  It was Connie, a hot Latina that worked at the cosmetics counter adjacent to Kristen’s in a mall department store.  Kristen recruited her readily.  Connie’s most distinctive characteristic was that she always wore a tiny gold crucifix on a chain around her neck.  Whenever she was about to climb into bed with a partner, she always raised the crucifix to her lips and kissed it.  Notwithstanding that pious habit, she frequently screamed blasphemy as she came.  Ian found that combination a turn-on.  Of course being only 19 and having an excellent body were points in her favor as well.  But the attribute that probably made her most intriguing was the fact that she was willing to try any thing – at least twice.  That seemed to dovetail well with Ian’s exhibitionist tendencies.  Her appeal was not universal, however.  Ty had described Connie’s active fucking style as analogous to sticking his cock in a blender.  Whatever.  Ian couldn’t seem to get enough of it.

As Taylor and Ty got more involved, he and their relationship began to evolve.  It started innocently enough.  One morning as she returned to his room from using the bathroom, she looked about for something to put on. 

“Why don’t you give the clothes a rest?”

He was ginning slyly at her from the bed where he was reclining on his side.  The hand he wasn’t resting on was idly scratching his cock hair.  Notwithstanding that, she liked the way he was looking at her.  She spent that day in her all together.

Playfully at first and then completely matter-of-factly, she gradually adopted a routine of nudity.  She liked the enhanced erotic interest it excited in him.  She found it still more of a turn-on when he produced the camera and started snapping candids.  Even when he started asking her to pose in various sexy-going-on pornographic attitudes she was good with it.  Nor were her concerns aroused when it seemed that he’d rather capture the image of her open pussy than plug it with his cock.

He aggressively encouraged her to adopt more exhibitionist behavior.  That was something that she had never followed Ian’s lead on, but for some reason she was willing to do it for Ty.  When she flashed for Ty’s camera in parks and parking lots she only vaguely understood that the rush of excitement she felt was really her reaction to Ty’s enthusiasm for her antics.

She did pause a bit when Ty revealed to her that he was posting her risqué pictures on the internet.  Seeing her own countenance leering back at her from the screen between the V formed by her jauntily raised legs just above her pussy which was being held open by her own fingers aroused a mix of emotions in her – none of them positive.  This first view, however, took place in the midst of a stream of wine drinking, so the negativity passed.  Ty had become a solicitous pourer whenever they were together.

Not long after the picture-posting revelation he began photographing her being fucked by a parade of well-hung studs.  He presented it to her as a natural extension to their amateur “erotic art” (his phrase) internet display.

Ty brought the first guy in as a model to a motel photo session.  He made the whole thing seem like a harmless bit of erotic role-playing.  Slightly buzzed by her first glass of wine, Taylor giggled her way through a mutual disrobing with her new partner.  A break for a second glass helped keep the mood congenial.  That’s when the white powder appeared. 

Mr. Horsecock, as her fellow artist wanted to be known, seemed quite at home with the coke and generous with sharing it.  She hung back at first, but when Ty casually sampled it and pronounced it “good stuff” her curiosity was aroused.  In the uninhibited atmosphere of an alcohol-fueled porn shoot, the idea of coke seemed less forbidding.  Eventually, she got around to admitting that she thought it was “good stuff,” too.

Taylor remembered little of that shoot the next day.  Her partner’s outsized cock hardly fazed her as it made the journey from her mouth to her cunt and back again.  The second visit was to anoint her face and bathe her tongue with Mr. Horsecock’s generous bounty of semen.  That was something that Taylor in sober state usually regarded as an unappealing adjunct to sex.  Her subsequent bloodshot eye testified to the irritating effect of misdirected jizzim.  The slight soreness of her pussy was also noteworthy.  That caused her to momentarily reconsider the advisability of pursuing her “art” further. 

Ty never got around to showing her the photographic product of that session or the subsequent encounters with Mr. Horsecock’s colleagues, but he praised her “naturalness” and her “talent” in carrying it off.  He also dwelt on how “hot” she looked.  Swathed in the warm blanket of his approval, she managed to eventually feel pleased with herself.

After several of these “shoots”, Mr. Horsecock was back and this time he brought a new friend – a buff, much tattooed, buzz-cut gentleman who answered to Snakehead.  The only time Snakehead’s unnerving Manson-like stare seemed to falter was when he was on the point of cumming.  Be that as it may, Ty was able to record both “models” simultaneously invading Taylor’s inebriated body before she made the inquiry of Mr. Horsecock as to whether he anticipated snow in the immediate forecast.  It turned out he did and he was right.  

Their new associate shared their enthusiasm for the “good stuff” but the effect it had on him was less salutary.  It seemed to summon the twin demons of Meanness and Paranoia from somewhere within him.  Subsequent to her first snort, the memories of that session that Taylor was able to recover later were only snatches of shouts, careening lights, bumps and smacks. 

Dawn was filtering through the drapes of the motel room when consciousness returned to Taylor’s fogged mind.  She sat up to survey the disheveled room of which she was the only occupant.  She sat on the floor for an unknown length of time with three questions rotating through her mind in random order:  Where was she, where was Ty and where were her clothes?  When she finally discovered the answers to two out of the three, she was able to make her way to her car and thence home.

During the ride, various sensations began to seep into her consciousness.  Almost all of them could be identified as pain.  Her cunt and asshole were major complainants.  As soon as the door of her apartment closed behind her, she dropped her keys and stumbled to her full length mirror.  Mesmerized by the hollow-eyed horror before her, she pealed off her clothes and took stock.  Bruises, scratches and welts revealed themselves as she turned to view her body from various angles.

She had the presence of mind to call in sick to work before the morning was very old.  The lucid portions of that day were spent obsessively washing, medicating and hydrating.  Finally she ate.

It was evening when her mobile phone rang.

“Hey, Babe, where did you get to?”  Ty was trying to affect casualness, but the wariness was evident in his voice.  “I came back and you weren’t around.”

Anger and hurt boiled up in her.  She wanted lash back at him, but found herself unable to form words.

“You used me, you … you …,” she stammered.  She snapped the phone off as a fit of uncontrollable weeping swept her up.

She changed all her phone numbers the next day.

In the aftermath of the breakup, Taylor retreated to her apartment.  She left only for work and essential errands, eating in front of the TV at night and then clicking through the channels until late. Eschewing alcohol, she swilled prodigious amounts of bottled water.

When she did leave the house her dress tended to be the most conservative, non-sexy items she could find in her closet.  If not for her mental state, she would have shopped for even more dowdy clothes.  She took to wearing sweat clothes to bed – only to wake up soaked and unrested. 

It was one morning after a few weeks of that regimen that she looked into the mirror and beheld the ravages of her restless nights.  God, she looked awful!  Why was she doing this to herself?  It was because … She thought for a while.  Well, because she felt dirty and perverted and .. . and … Wait a second, she wasn’t the one who came up with all of those kinky behaviors whose pictorial record now graced various websites.  She thought she was in love and was trying to please her man – she shuddered as she contemplated that label – who turned out to be her Svengali.  That was a bad, destructive relationship.  When she had realized what was happening to her, she had gotten out of it.  She did the right thing, dammit!  She was a worthwhile individual.  There!

She was a bit late for work that day, but she looked great.  She dressed up a couple of notches above her pre-depression usual.  The short skirt, high heels and bold jewelry were all about attention-getting.  She sat up straight, was assertive in her interactions and participative in meetings.  She worked through lunch, devouring the details of her work.

Her gym bag was in her car that day and every day thereafter.  She worked out regularly, frantically at first, then deliberately.  Her diet improved, as did her body tone, complexion and self-respect.  She shopped for clothes that made a statement.  She slept in the nude.

After barely two weeks of her new attitude she began to feel like she had taken her life back.  Now when recollections of her pictures on the web crossed her mind, she hoped that the viewer desired her.  Don’t you wish you had a girl like me, sucker?

“Taylor Vitkus speaking,” the New Taylor answered her phone crisply.

“Hi, Taylor.  It’s Ian.”

“Oh, hi.” Her voice wilted to a murmur.  After a pause … “Been a while.  How are you?”  An undefined emotion radiated through her body as she leaned forward to place her elbows on the desk.

“Not bad.  Yourself?”

“Good.  Thanks.”  She rallied.  This was getting nowhere, so she added, “What have you been up to?”

“Pretty much the same old… Uh, Connie and I are taking a break.  Uh, actually, we’re over as far as I’m concerned.  She’s just too … volatile.  I guess she’s still kind of young and unfocused.”

In the ensuing pause, Taylor felt her heart missing beats.  She felt the need to say something, but she was groping.

“Ty and I are Splitsville, too,” she blurted.  Was that the right thing to do?  That sounded sooo like a plea.

“I, uh, heard.  Sorry about that.”

“No need.  I had the same problem.  He was getting too crazy... for me, that is.”

“Yeah, I’m kind of taking a break from the Group, too.  I saw you hadn’t been around in awhile.”

“Yeah, Ty was kind of off on his own trip, so …”  She suddenly realized this was something that she didn’t want to rush.  “Uh, hey, I’m at work.  Can we get together … for coffee or something?”

“Coffee’s good.  How about after work today?”

She mentally ditched her workout and agreed.  They picked the place and time.

He was occupying a stool at a tall bar table in the coffee shop.  She felt her face break into a smile as she made her way to him.  He hopped off the stool and made a stab at returning her smile.  He seemed pleased when she leaned forward to offer the friendly, closed-lip kiss.  She hoped that would be the ice breaker.

As they took their seats, their eyes scanned each other.

“You look great,” he offered, “even in clothes.”

She chuckled appreciatively, and then leaned forward.

“If you say so.  Sorry to say that you look much better without them.”

It was his turn to chuckle.  He offered to get their beverages.  She insisted on accompanying him to the counter.  They parked their jackets to hold their places.  As they placed their orders and claimed their selections, they chatted amiably about the relative merits of various caffeinated products.

“So, how is the single life treating you?” Ian ventured as soon as they were reseated.

“It sucks,” she heard herself reply.  She had meant to be more circumspect in her answer.  Deciding the damage was done, she plunged on.  “Once you get used to having cock on a regular basis, going cold turkey is no fun.”

“I guess that’s analogous to my not having pussy,” he smiled wryly.  “So you’re not dating?”

“It’s only been a few weeks” (understatement) “and I thought I needed a break from men.”  Then she surprised herself again when she added, “Truth is, I miss Linda more right now.  We don’t move in the same circles anymore.  When a girl is hurting she needs a good girlfriend, not men.”  She felt a twinge of regret when she realized how true her statement was.  Whenever a thought of Linda had surfaced recently, she had thrust it away.  She’d been tough and independent the past few weeks, but she’d been lonely, too.

As this thought ebbed, her eyes refocused on Ian’s face.  From his sober expression, Taylor deduced that the conversation wasn’t going the way he’d hoped – or wished.  As she considered how to relate to him, he took her off the hook.

“I saw Linda the other day.  She seemed to be riding high, full of news about her life in the fast lane.  She did ask if I’d heard from you, though.  She said she had an inkling that Ty was … the way he is, but never realized the extent.”

“Is that why you called me?” she asked, maybe a tad accusingly.

“Actually, it was my tipping point.  I’d been thinking about calling you for weeks – even before I finally gave up on Connie.”  He paused as though debating how to continue.  “I’ve been wondering what you’ve been up to … who you’re fucking, mostly …since it isn’t me.”  He shrugged as though giving in and then leaned forward as he added, “I guess I’m saying I missed you.  I got distracted by the swap scene and lost my perspective.”

She was rocked back by how much candor he was laying at her feet.  What now?  Did she want to dive back into an old relationship before her anti-male phase had run its course?  As she weighed her response, she gazed at him and remembered.  Their relationship had not run its course.  It had just run off the rails.  Maybe … She leaned forward again.

“My pussy really liked your cock.”  She smiled shyly.

He didn’t miss a beat.

“Your pussy was very good.  My cock misses her.”

“I don’t think your cock can tell the difference.  Pussy is pussy to him.”

“Not true.  My cock is very discriminating.  It knows good pussy when it’s in it and yours is the best.”

“My pussy is flattered, but not buying it.  Your cock went from pussy to pussy so easily …”

“My cock liked the variety – and so did your pussy – but that doesn’t mean he won’t come back to you – I mean your pussy – every time.  And that’s the way it would be from now on, if he got back with your pussy.”

She avoided replying immediately while she considered.  She really couldn’t qualify as the aggrieved party.  Ian and she parted by mutual acquiescence in the pursuit of others.  They just stopped associating.  No cross words, not hurt feelings.  Ty was the one she felt wronged by.  How had she juxtaposed Ian into that role?  And here he was, laying his heart at her feet and asking to be taken back.  It wasn’t right.

For some reason she suddenly felt released from a small space.  She felt free – free of mean thoughts and open to what was offered to her, namely, Ian.  He could be hers for a word.  And she would give him that word.  Her eyes welled unaccountably.  Watching her, Ian’s face began to register concern.  She’d better let him in on her decision.

“I think we’ve been unfair.  We should let your cock visit my pussy again.”

Relief, then pleasure lit up Ian’s face.  With his murmured agreement, they dismounted their stools, gathered their belongings and swept from the shop. 

A short while later after his cock had visited her mouth and his tongue and fingers had explored her pussy, his cock and her cunt were reunited.  As he hovered over her, they exchanged smiles as they slowly, gently ground their crotches together.

“Welcome back, Ian,” she whispered.

The tongue kiss that preceded his reply was slow and lingering.

“Thank you.  It’s good to be back.”

With that, he began to fuck her in that familiar unhurried way of his.

By the time his cock had finished its work, she was steeped in the afterglow of her own fulfillment.  He was still inside her when she acceded to his suggestion that she move in with him. 

The house warming celebration that followed her taking up residence included only two other guests, Jay and Kristen.  That pleasant, wine-fueled evening concluded with Taylor climaxing on the end of Jay’s cock on which she had been pistoning energetically.  Kristen, of course, found similar satisfaction with Ian before he surrendered his seed to her. 

It was an auspicious start to their shared housekeeping. 

“There’s only one thing about agreeing to marry you,” she told him, conscious of her new ring as she laid a hand on his arm.

His expression became quizzical but not concerned.  “What’s that?”

“When my mom asks how you proposed, how am I going to tell her that you did it while we fucked?”

His smile was patient.  “Just add that to the other things you don’t mention to her, like the fact that we met at a bar and I fucked you within a half hour of saying hello.”

“You exaggerate.  It was a good 45 minutes later.”

“You’re right.  We were old friends.”

In the ensuing pause she became aware of his hard cock still in her.

“Speaking of fucking, was there something you were about to do?”

He grinned but pretended to ponder.  Seemingly experimentally, he started moving his cock in a circular motion.  She relaxed as she savored the feeling that produced in her cunt.

“Was it something like this?” he queried with a broadening grin.

“Yeah.  Kinda like that … just like that,” she replied breathily.

END