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M1KE has better things to do these days than write lame stories for a bunch
of horny morons like you. So he's hired this nice reposter to put some of
his older material back in the newsgroups for new readers who are too dumb
to be able to read the same crummy stories on his webpage. Sure, like it's
a big deal to put an old story in a newsgroup. Get real.
If you're under 18, you shouldn't be reading this.
To figure out how many 18 is if you live in Utah, count
off your age against all of your fingers and most of your toes.
Bikers should count all your nipple rings, all your girlfriend's
nipple and tongue rings, and all of your toes.
IRS employees: subtract the number of years since your birth
from the total of the number of fingers and toes. Put the
result on line 62, and divide by your dick length. Put
that result on page 52B, then wad the whole thing up and
shove it up your ass.
I just tried to do my taxes. Could you guess?
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The O'Stikkit Inn
MIKE HUNT
m1kehunt@aol.com
Part 3:
"Thanks, hon, but I don't think so," I replied. "In fact, I think
I'm going back to the room for some more beers. I'll just be a minute.
Go on, dance with John. Really, I'll be right back." We still had
one beer left, but I deftly slid it under the chair as I got up. I
turned quickly as I stood so they wouldn't see my hard-on, which was
now pushing mightily against the fabric of my shorts. I walked directly
away from them, and around the corner. I pushed open the door.
Ding-CLANG-ding went the bell. But I didn't go through. Instead,
I stayed inside and let the door close. Ding-CLANG-ding it went
as the automatic closer pulled the door shut. I was still inside.
I crept into the shadows. I wished I were nearer to them, but I had
a decent enough view. "So let's dance," she said to him. June jumped
into the water, and fairly slid herself up against him. At least she
tried to, but for some strange reason, her pelvis couldn't get close
to his. "My god," she said.
"Sorry," he replied. "Force of nature."
"No need to be sorry," she said. "But nothing can happen here. You
know. He's coming right back."
"I know. But I'd still like to dance this dance with you." I saw
him reach down and push his dick out of the way. At least I assume
it was his dick he was pushing. What else? He apparently had pushed
his hard-on right between her legs; there was no where else he could
have been hiding it! Then he pulled her to him, and she melted into
his arms. Before I knew it they were dancing, up to their hips in
the water. I saw her grab his shoulders and wrap her legs around his hips.
He was carrying her around as she bounced against his mid-section.
"Boy you sure to make it hard," he said. "Tough, I mean." They both
laughed. "Come over here." He walked to the edge of the pool, and
then began walking up the inclined bottom until she was at the edge
til at the perfect height. She still hung on him, and felt him set
her in a sitting position on the pool edge while he stood in the water.
She unclasped her legs from around him, and slowly hooked her heels
on the edge of the pool. Her pussy and his dick were now bouncing
against each other as they swayed slowly in time with the music. I
reached down and squeezed my dick through my shorts.
I watched with wonder as he bent down and kissed her full on the
lips. I was not surprised when she returned his kiss; hell, I'd have
been shocked if she hadn't. Then she broke away and said "We shouldn't.
And he'll be back any minute."
"Don't worry. We'll hear the bell. No sweat. Come on..." And he kissed
her again. He reached up and cupped her tits. Now I know those tits,
and when June get excited, those nipples get as hard as buttons. I
knew they were at this moment. He reached around and started to unclasp
the bra in the back, but she stopped him.
"No!" she fairly screamed. "No. He's coming back. When the bell rings,
that's it." Of course she didn't know that the bell wouldn't ring,
because I was already inside the door. Then she surprised him by reaching
up and pulling him down for another passionate kiss. His hands reached
for her breasts again, and I could see him gently massaging them in
his big hands.
June's hands weren't idle, either. I saw her reach into his crotch,
and although my angle didn't give me a direct view, I could tell she
was feeling his hardness in her hand through his boxer shorts. From
the funny angle of her elbow and her next movements, I knew that she
was snaking her hand into the flap in the front of the pants to grasp
his penis directly.
"My god," she exclaimed, "You're..." She stopped. She was listening.
"Just so we understand. When the bell rings, you're gone. You dive
back in the water. Under water. Somewhere. Anywhere but standing here
in front of me with your, uh, you know, here in my hand."
She could have convinced him to do anything at that moment. "Sure
sure," he said, continuing to grab at her tits. Her hand was obviously
at work, extracting his swollen member from the front of his pants.
Then her other hand went to her own crotch, and I could tell she was
pulling the panties to one side. As they again kissed, I saw his tongue
lick against hers, and I could tell she was rubbing the head of his
dick around on her cunt lips. Then she aimed it, and then I knew by
her grunting that she had located it directly at her portal of sex.
That is one great thing about June. She's vocal when it comes to
her pleasure. She's not afraid to make noise, and knows it's a turn-on
for me. She also likes to talk dirty, or at least use dirty words
when we're making love. She also cums quite easily, often requiring
only a few minutes of warm-up. One thing that really pisses me off,
tho, is that she can come several times. I'm only good for once, then
I need a half-hour cool-down period. After she comes, she can be right
back at it, and another 4 or 5 minutes later will be popping her cookies
again. It's just not fair.
Anyway, I knew that he was entering her just by her noises. Her "Oh
oh oh" and her "uh uh" and her "oh yes" told me everything I needed
to know. He was fucking her, and fucking her good.
Even though I was enjoying this, and by now had my own hand inside
my jockey shorts, I thought I'd better do something quickly. I figured
he'd try to blow his load as quickly as possible, thinking that at
any moment I'd be likely to come barging through the door and he'd
have to pull out and pretend everything was fine.
I crept forward in the shadows until I was just 20 feet from them.
I was directly behind her, which meant that he would have been looking
straight at me - if he had had his eyes open. He didn't. I took another
two steps forward. Suddenly his eyes opened and he saw me. He dropped
his hands from her breasts, stopped pumping, and froze.
I put my finger to my lips, as if to say "Shhhhh." He seemed
to understand. He relaxed. I took another several steps forward.
I made the "Shhhh" gesture again.
He wasn't in any hurry, now. She let out a low moan. I stepped another
few feet closer, until I could almost have reached out and touched her.
I bent down and whispered, "I'm baaacckk," in my best Poltergeist imitation.
She screamed as though I had stuck her with a fork. If she had been
standing, she would have jumped about 6 feet. She was freaked out.
She recovered, kind of. "We were just, ah, dancing, and ah,"
I thought to myself "dancing, yeah, pole dancing, maybe." I said "Sure,
I know. Sorry guys, no beer. We're out." I waited a beat. "Jeez, hon,
what's with you? You look like you've seen a ghost."
She twisted her head to look up at me, as guilty as hell. Of course
I knew that she was sitting there with this guy's dick in her snatch up to
the hilt. But she didn't know I knew. And from my angle behind her, I
couldn't really see anything, so she thought maybe she'd get away with it.
One thing for sure, if he pulled out now, I'd see. So she stayed right
where she was. "Yeah, well, you just sort of, sneaked up, and I, ah..."
"No problem," I said generously. "Go on and dance. It's fine by me.
But boy are you tense." I knelt on one knee down behind her.
Now I often massage June's back, it's a great pleasure for her, and
I enjoy doing it. I reached up and put my palms on her shoulder
blades. It was as though an electric shock went through her torso,
but what could she do? She couldn't go forward and she couldn't go
backward, so she just sat.
I began to massage her back, and after several moments sat down
and spread my legs and scootched up behind her, as though we
were both riding the same horse. I split my legs and moved closer.
I moved my hands to her shoulders as I snuggled up to her back.
I continued the massage.
Now she was getting into it. She was undoubtedly still wrestling
with the problem of John's dick in her pussy, but as long as she didn't
move, it was well hidden. I continued my massage. She began to make
noise. "Oh, that feels good." I didn't know if she were talking to
me or to John. At this point it didn't matter.
"Ah, ah. Lower." I moved my hands lower on her back.
"God you are just a bundle of tension." I knew why. "Here, this will
help." I released the clasp on her bra.
"What are you doing, oh, oh," she said. She knew exactly what I was
doing, but tried to maintain an illusion of modesty.
"Oh, for heaven sakes. That strap is in my way, and is holding in the
tension. And by the way, honey, your bra got soaking wet the first time
you went in, and doesn't hide a thing. Now be honest. John. John?
Does her bra hide anything?"
"Not a thing," he agreed.
"And doesn't she have great tits?"
"Fabulous," he said.
"See honey? No big deal." I let the bra straps hang down to the sides.
I put my hands against the flesh of her back and continued my rubbing
motion.
She didn't know what to do. She was doing her best to stifle moans,
not altogether successfully, while talking to two men who had her
surrounded, and penetrated. "Does this strike anyone as weird? Here
we are at 3AM, sitting in a hotel pool, with two men talking about
my tits while my husband takes off my bra?" She paused."With
a stranger standing right in front of me?" She didn't mention
the cock that was poking into the warmth and wetness of her cunt.
I bent my head down and nuzzled the back of her neck. She always
loves that. She shuddered. "Here John," I said. "This makes her crazy.
Just nuzzle the side of her neck..."
He bent his head to the task. I put my head on the other side of
her neck and began doing the same.
"What are you doing?" she managed to say in between staccato breaths.
"Oh, this is great, oh, we shouldn't, oh..." Like I said, she makes
noise. And she excites easily. Her words degenerated into a series
of low moans, and I could tell by the volume and the pitch that she
was excited. "I feel like a sandwich between you guys..." she trailed off.
Part 4:
I continued to rub. I spoke into her neck as I softly said, "So John,
you really like my wife's tits?" I knew that John's hands had returned
to her breasts. I sensed, more than felt her tremble he released her
hiding hooters from the bra cups. I knew they would grow as the ruby
tip expanded in his hands.
"They're awesome," he said. "And I'm not just saying that." He was
nuzzling her neck as he said "You have the most gorgeous body, beautiful
breasts, wonderful skin..." He kissed her neck gently. I could see
him rocking his pelvis gently back and forth. I knew, but could not
see, that his dick was sliding in and out of her hot box, lightly and
slowly, but sliding in and out nonetheless.
Her moans increased, and I could tell she was getting close to orgasm.
I thought she might try to stifle it, even in spite of how far the
conversation had come. I whispered to her. "It's OK. OK. Relax. It
feels good. Your back is relaxed. The tension is gone. You feel good."
She was moaning. And I knew this series of sounds. This was what
she did with less than 20 seconds left before her explosion. I continued
talking. "John. You like my wife's tits a lot? Have you got them in
your hands? Do they feel good?" She climbed closer. He squeezed his
hands around her breasts. I said softly "Let go, honey. Let go." When I
knew she had just hit the point of no return, I lifted my head and
whispered in her ear "And I know he's got his nice big black dick in
your pussy, and he's fucking you. He's fucking you nice and slow..."
She climaxed and let everybody from rooms 201 to 205 know it. She
screamed so loud I thought she deafened John's right ear.
As she rode the roller-coaster down with her little series of "ah
- ah - ahs" John took to pumping his dick in and out of her. There
was no pretense left. Now we all knew. And she knew we knew.
John was still pumping when I said, "What did it feel like, John?" I had
interrupted him; caught him off guard. His hips slowed.
"Uh, well, uh," Silence. Then "It felt like a thousand tiny fingers
massaging my dick. Her snatch got hot, and then I could feel it gripping
me, gripping me, gripping me, trying to pull me in. Shit, it was
fabulous." He began pumping away.
"Whoa, slow down soldier," June said. "Give me a minute. I can go
again. That is, if it's OK with you, dear." She twisted around and
looked at me.
I kissed her square on the lips. "It's fine with me. In fact, it's terrific."
"Whew. All right! OK tiger, straighten that dick up. Let's get ready."
I told you she liked to talk dirty. "And some dick it is, too."
"Really?" I said. "Can I see?" Of course I was curious. I peeked
over her shoulder and looked down. She explained to me, "It's about
the same length as yours. But it's thicker. A lot thicker." The
stereotype lives, I guess.
At that moment he was pressed to the hilt, and I couldn't see anything.
But he answered me, stammering, "Sure, I guess."
He slowly withdrew his hard-on from her pussy, and I saw what she
meant. He had the same 7" length as me, but he had to be as big around
as a beer can. At least that's what it looked like from where I was sitting.
"Holy shit!" I croaked. "Jeez. That is something." I paused. I was just
drunk enough to say "Do you mind?" And I snaked my hand around into
both of their crotches until my fingers brushed against his boner. He
didn't move. I slid my hand down further, until I grasped him completely.
I tried, but I couldn't get my hand all the way around it and touch
my fingertips together. I took my hand away. June was looking at me
strangely.
"Hey man, if you want to..." John said.
"No, really, I was just curious," I replied. I hadn't had my hand on a
guy's dick since I was 11 and Jimmy Verti and I were jerking off
to Penthouse magazines and we started "helping each other." I looked at
John wondering if he were bisexual. I wasn't. But having my hand on his
aroused organ for those brief seconds gave me a jolt I hadn't expected.
Anyway I said, "Now, John. Slow and steady wins the race." I leaned
back into her and began to kiss her back. She snaked on of her hands
around and groped at my crotch. I knew what she wanted; I wanted it
too. I pulled my shorts to the side, releasing my prick into her waiting
hand. She grabbed at it and did her best to stroke it in spite of
the awkward position she was in.
John began rocking back and forth in front of her, sliding his tool
into her toolbox while he massaged her tits.
"Hey darlin'," I said. "How about some noise?"
She began to groan, then to moan. She said "This is so nice of you
two fellows. John, especially you. What would I do if you weren't
here? Why I'd be back in my room, probably just playing with my vibrator.
Instead I get to have you here with your nice big cock - and it is
a NICE.......BIG.......DICK sliding in and out of me. Does you cock
feel good right now? It's too bad I'm stuck in this position. I'd
sure like to be sucking that cock, and having you cum in my mouth
and all over my face."
"Uh," he grunted.
It didn't take long. "Oh, I'm getting there. I'm getting there." I
knew she was. Her moaning was increasing and her words were getting
more and more indistinct. All John could do was grunt. I could see
he was rocking more and more furiously.
"Oh oh oh," she said.
I jumped back and stood up. Now I had a perfect view of his cock
sliding back and forth into her. He was ramming her like a piston,
and she was taking every blow. I took my dick into my hand. "Look
at me, hon," I said.
She twisted her head around. She knew what was coming. I was. She
looked up into my eyes with love, then looked straight at my dick.
"Come on, big boy, cum all over me," she said.
I guess John and I came at the same moment, because I heard him
groan just as I lost it. I shot my first huge load; it hit her right in
the forehead just at her hairline. Half my goop went into her hair.
SPLAT! My second spurt landed on the bridge of the nose on her
smiling face. Cum dripped down her cheek. John was groaning and
groaning, so I knew he was filling up her cunt with his jism; I wished
I could see it. But as my dick continued spurting, she kept her face
turned up to me, her eyes holding my gaze, waiting for me to finish.
A little of my sperm shot right past her face and landed on
his arm, but he was in such throes of passion I don't think he even
noticed. My fourth spasm dribbled across her lips.
At that moment she reached her climax, and began bucking like a stuck
pig. Her moans became grotesquely loud, and her face contorted as
though she were in pain.
The three of us collapsed in a heap. We were silent for a couple
minutes, when John said, "God I'm thirsty. I have cotton-mouth. I
could really use a beer."
"Just a sec," I said. I ran back to the chair and grabbed the
one can I had stashed earlier.
I draped a towel over my arm and returned. "Room Service," I
called out. "My wife's cunt, and a beer. Will there be anything
else tonight, sir?"
If you like this story and want more, send me an e-mail at
Bannerboy1@aol.com. I have others. Tell me you're at least 18.
Cross your heart and hope to die.
All my stories are either totally, or mostly true. Or partly. At
least a little. Two things were changed in this one: John was a white
guy, not black. I just wanted to perpetuate some stereotypes. And the
place where it happened was the Marriott at Dulles Airport. No, there
really isn't an O'Stikkit Inn, but don't you wish there was?
Please direct fan mail and flames to M1KE HUNT@aol.com. If you're
typing in the address, note that the 2nd character in M1KE is a "one"
(1) not an "eye" (I). Thanks.
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The O'Stikkit Inn
MIKE HUNT
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