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(FFM, orgy, size) *** A Cocksman's Search for the Perfect Pussy I read about Cleopatra and her allure to Julius Caesar and Mark Anthony and then learned that this seductive woman was a 4' 7" 170 pound barge sitter! How could such dimensions cause a crisis in the Roman Empire? It was my chauvinistic narrow view. She must have been special and in a special way, what a puzzle. Thus began my search for the "Perfect Pussy" of which I was convinced, surely, Cleopatra was one. It could not have been her diminutive height or marked girth but something indefinable or, at least untellable; she must have been or had "The Perfect Pussy." A book of verse, a loaf of bread, a flask of wine, as Omar Khayyam opined, was paradise enough if "thou" were beside me beneath the fruited bough and I was certain Caesar and Anthony would have selected Cleo as their companion in this idyll. In order to search for this sexual delight I was blessed with the right equipment: a big dick! This fact got quickly around among various candidates and I was not at a loss for applicants. A fantasy of many women is the "really big dick," as though this tool unlocks undiscovered depths of pleasure. Ah, that it were so but as many females will aver, it is not the size of the dick that counts but the technique, the seduction, the words, the prelude, the petting and romancing -- the idea of sex, and seductive foreplay are where things are realized, then, big dick or small, the pussy is ripe for the fucking. On the other hand, a big dick isn't a bad thing. I wound my way through this woman and that, invariably with some degree of conquest and had developed a following of those wanting more, but my search, as you will recall, was for Perfect Pussy, not ones who might want me. I met a woman at the pub one early evening, she was a delight in every way, and subtlety was her game, a smile, a glass of wine, an infectious laugh at my intended sexual comments. Reticent and a little distant, she was in the game. my game, she knew it as did I, we had a bar snack, and another drink and our evening developed. I took a chance. I told her of my search. She was intrigued and excited, I could tell, as she adjusted on her stool, bare legs crossed, moving on her little seat. I knew as we talked she was turning on to my story and turning on herself. This woman had the dark hair with streaks from the salon that spoke "sex" in obvious terms. Her lips were full and cheeks grew more rouge as she drank. She warmed to my words and ideas and had her own as well. She said there was no such thing as the "perfect pussy" just really good ones and the rest. We walked to her car in the lot but I grabbed her hand and she turned, I kissed her and she kissed me back, our tongues exploring as I lifted her onto a low wall and moved between her legs for a kiss. I held her against me, kissing more, our bodies close. I whispered dirty things, she breathed on my neck. She had no stockings, or knickers, as I explored, she was mine to have in the dark on the wall near the pub with voices inside and our hot breath outside. She reached down for my cock and realized there was a monster at her door, I heard her audible gasp as she gripped that thing, in her mind she wondered, as they all do, if it was too big, she put another hand down, measuring the length and girth and pulled her hands away, she had cooled, but I was already there, we had gone too far... Would it fit in her young cunt? How deep would it go? Was this what I had been looking for? And I was at her, prodding, poking, beginning a serious fucking as she moved on the wall, opening her hot thighs. I know she wondered if she was the pussy I was seeking, but she knew my huge cock was forging its way in her memory, deep in her cunt. I was answering her questions, she might take all of me, with a little twisting on the low wall and lifting at her waist I opened her body to its need, what she dreamed about when dildoing. I was in her now, both arms holding on my neck, desperate to learn how deeply fucked she would be as I pricked her with a force, holding the small of her back with one hand, now two, pulling her onto my cock, her hairs on mine, her cunt wetting me, a spontaneous few moments on that wall as she was sweating on my neck and coming on my huge cock, trying to get it all into her knowing it was deeper than cocks or dildos before, our foreplay which women crave was in the pub with the drinks and snacks and this was serious, wanton fucking. She bit my ear and grabbed my neck and pulsed her body on my cock, I thought this might be Caesar with Cleopatra, but I wasn't sure, it was close but not quite there, she nibbled and gushed her "fuck me" words as I pushed her breath into my ear with each stroke. We stopped, fully inserted and impaled, our breathing quieted, then I took her to her car, she was straightening her hair and dress as I was zipping up careful not to grab hairs, kissing her good night and goodbye as my search moved on. Books stated Cleo was short and heavy and dark, it gave me a clue, Maybe there was a black element in all of this and I looked now for a dark skinned girl to see if that was part of the answer to my search. It would have to wait until the following weekend as I had work to do on my routes, it was all I could think of until Friday night at the pub again. I sat having a pint and then another as there were no dark skins in sight. Maybe I would just settle for the woman who loved my cock on a low wall, it was hot sex to remember. "Hi, Al," she said, the bar man looked up and my head turned, a dark skinned girl. Milk chocolate with a smile. Something to savor, every bite. "Al," I said. "Who is that?" I walked across the room to where she was meeting friends, just standing there for a closer look and to insinuate myself into the conversation, which I soon did. I sat now with a few others, having been included in the group, and like a cutting horse, I separated her from the pack of people. We engaged, in a few smiles and words. I was new and she was interested. I bought a round for us all and some bar snacks and lasered my attention. She was flattered and we wandered to the patio for a smoke, I offered her one of mine and a light and we inhaled and laughed at the scene. Two strangers on the patio with friends inside, we stood close and closer, She had this build that asked to be held. not a slight shape a full shape, she was a huggable woman and held my hand as I struck my lighter and she inhaled. We exchanged niceties and discussed employment and interests. I told her of my search and history and she laughed. Such a fine full-throated laugh and I lasered again, she turned away from me, I felt lost. Then she turned back, "Why me?" she said. "Cleo was dark skinned," I said. She twisted her smoke in the ashtray, "Who do you think I am?" she said, "I didn't mean offense. Honest." We stood for awhile, drinking and inhaling the night. "I'm sorry," I said. She stared at me, her mind wandering. "Is there a prize? An award? What if I'm the one?" We laughed. The ice was broken. She stepped in our space, kissing me. "You are a very naughty boy. You know that? What kind of come on is this?" I looked puzzled, I'm sure. "It doesn't matter," I said, "It's the idea of the thing." "What a fucking stupid idea!" she said. We laughed again. "Don't knock it if you haven't tried it," I said. "Buy us another round," she said. It wasn't a question, I went inside for more drinks. "What's a girl to think if she is being measured?" she said. I just smiled, "And so where is the test administered?" she smiled. "It's an open book," I laughed along with her. "And who is giving the grades for this test? Don't answer that, I don't want to know, let me guess." It was such a warm night and the voices of the people inside mixed with the stars, I took her hand, looked in her eyes, asking my question, she looked back with daggers and then a smile and a twinkle in her eyes. Two consenting adults, I smiled back and we walked away from the pub, toward the low wall. I followed, at the wall she turned and knew it was time for her test, It was all so subtle as I moved toward her, no words spoken, only feelings felt and I held her waist, lifting her on the wall. Kissing her answered my question, she was ready to prove her point, she was a viable candidate and aggressive as she reached at me, unzipped me, felt my cock and released it. I looked her in the eye and saw her surprise. She had suspected some wimpy guy with a ridiculous fantasy but what she felt was a true cocksman, a warrior properly armed. I reached under her dress, knickers! Damn! She got off the wall, pulled them down and sat back up. "You bastard!" she said. I knew what she meant, she had measured its girth and strength and was ready for the attack, she spread her hips apart and was teasing me, I loved it, and maybe this was my moment of discovery and moved forward, her lips were wet and cold as the end of my cock was at her. We were both wet and cool and hot. Her hand pushed down on me, "You are a big boy!" she said. "Maybe too big." I answered her with the tip of my warrior blade. just the head inched inside as her lips opened, I grabbed the small of her back and thrust, and thrust again, hard and I was up her cunt, she flexed on me, up and down, squeezing on my cock, and milking me, I thought of cunts and tests and knew her score would be high. This was different and good. My knees went weak but I was caught. My cock in this slippery vice, moving, milking, it was almost there at the height of me. It wasn't me it was her this time and I wanted to fuck her hard, she was licking me with the walls of her hot cunt, sucking on my cock and I was coming and shooting my come but she wasn't finished with me and took control. I stood still as she finished with me and finished herself, I was grabbing her mouth on mine and sweating and calling her fuck names in her ear as she brought me down from my wall, my sword was in to the hilt and she gripped it there at its base, the cooling base of my cock fixed in her, surrounded by her lips, our hairs damp and going cold, the warm night playing with us where we were joined, my cock then shriveled and she couldn't hold the limp thing as it slipped out and dribbled down. She looked at me in the dark, the lights from the pub shadowing us. "Well!?" she said. I couldn't speak. I was spent and leaned my head at her neck, breathing myself down. Then we were calm. "Can I walk you to your car?" she said, picking up her knickers, stuffing them into my pocket, "A souvenir!" I nodded. I was exhausted and couldn't even grade the test. She understood, knowing she had done well. I was grateful for the low wall for as my knees weakened it held me up. She squeezed on me so tight she might have clipped it off but for the wall, That night I was sore with delight and dreamed of the tight, black, hot woman, but the idea of the corpulent diminutive Cleopatra haunted me still and I searched next for someone of that shape, with an allure similar to what had taunted those ancient titans and brought Rome to its tipping point. Next Friday night I walked past the little wall, my trysting spot, and entered the pub. Another balmy evening for my continuing search. The weather pattern was holding. With a pint in hand and one already down I surveyed the chattering citizens, scanning the room for a different type, a Cleopatra type, possibly the Perfect Pussy. There was a group of three laughing and chirping girls, one with her back to me. The other two were facing me and attractive with the beguiling feminine shapes most men admire. As I watched I caught the eye of one and smiled, their wine glasses were ready for refilling and I walked over, the bon vivant, to offer my largesse. I still had only seen two of the three and the third now came clear, her arms were more full, her hips also, and a fullness at her waist, I was thirsty that night for a Cleo, succulent and corpulent, I strode on a few more steps and looked down into the most beautiful, Egyptian-like eyes of girl #3. They were all too ready for my offer to refill and off I went for potable fluids, my juices already forthcoming as my cock stiffened. "Down boy," I said. "Not yet, not yet." I focused my thoughts on Sunday's match at Anfield -- the color of the barman's apron, anything to calm my turgid tool. Back to the ladies, balancing the glasses and my own libation. They were still chirping and chattering about work it turned out, This was their Friday meet for relaxing and talking shop and I lay back listening, a remark here and there to join in their talk. It was Friday night and I was buying drinks but they seemed more than usually friendly, not that I minded but it puzzled me a little, I knew what I had on my mind. Did they? Soon we were four fast friends with chuckles and off hand remarks and I turned the subject gradually to my quest, much to their astonishment and then their delight as they thought the idea intriguing. Naturally, we discussed all I knew of Cleopatra, which was brief, and how her size and look had tilted the fates of Rome before the building of Hadrian's Wall across England, I jokingly pointed to our own low wall outside the pub and to what use the wall there might be put, they three didn't get my point at first. "You know," I said. "Guess." They gave me a look and then smiled, Lascivious creatures they were, and the low wall was now an object of budding desire as my truncheon once again warmed and flexed. "Ready for another round?" I asked, as my large hands reached for the glasses. It was the first time the girls had noticed my hand size, one of them put her slender hand on mine, girls know what those long fingers and breadth of hand mean, Mr. Cock was stiffening again and I thought of things to keep it down "Not now, dammit," I whispered. "What?" one of them asked. "Nothing, I was mumbling," I said. Here I was the one searching but, what I didn't suspect, my search had already been revealed and was the subject of bar jokes and pub humor and these three girls were the "very best" of friends and sexually active and little devils and, in fact, they had lured me into their own little similar search: For, so the story goes, as it was true I was searching for the "Perfect Pussy" these girls were seeking the "Thunder Cock," and in their little chatting and chirping and talking with some of the girls, they had heard of the Pub Guy who fucked out on the low wall on warm Friday Nights at their pub! But it wasn't a one time thing they had in mind, it was a three time thing. I confess, I was naive. I had never thought that my story would get around, but I had fucked hard and deep with splendid women and they had tattled, how could they not when they learned what I had. "Look for the guy with the dark waves and big hands," they said in whispers to their friends and they to their friends and so on. I was now on a warm Friday night, having walked past the low wall and in the gregarious atmosphere of congeniality, attracted to three women, one of them corpulent as the story goes, her back to me and the three of them, spiders as it were and I was the fly in their web and now entangled, they may, or may not, have found "Thunder Cock," and waited to see if I would pass their test. Our meeting and congeniality seemed too easy and that should have been a clue, they loved my story of historic love, hung on each word and thought, as I grew at my waist, thinking it down. But we left the pub, the four of us, and John Thomas was alert, at attention, ready to attend. Helen the really pretty one took my hand as we left and walked into the night, "We three girls have been friends for years, you know." "No," I said, "I didn't know." "We were all in the grammar school and studied Ancient Rome and Cleopatra and the rest." I was wondering where she was leading. "I mean," she went on. "Was it her charms or, those of Marc Anthony and Julius Caesar?" I had never thought of it in that way. I followed Helen and her two girl friends right past the wall. "We don't live far from here," she said. "Come on. Time for a nightcap!" The wall was my testing spot but it all intrigued me, what might happen next, and I was concentrating on the small corpulent one, still intent on my search. We walked down Royal Lane and then up the steps of a semi- detached. It was lovely inside, drapes, which they drew shut, a small living room and fire which they lit and they tripped upstairs while I sat. The fire grew warm. It was a balmy evening, we didn't need a fire. I took off my jacket. "Are you still there," came a giggling voice from above. I grunted in the affirmative wondering what this was all about. Down the stairs in a procession came the three girls, in elaborate negligee, Helen, her friend, Anne and the corpulent one of my desire. "Down," I said to John Henry but it was too late for that as the three surrounded me, feeling my neck and hair and hands down my front, a glass of wine appeared, it was sweet. "Wine of the Nile!" they laughed. It was sweet but went down warm. There were hands now at my waist, unbuckling, unzipping, pulling down, moving over my bare legs. I reached for the wine but my hand was on another hand which put it down and there were lips on mine and on my sword. Someone said, "It's true." A tongue spoke and licked. A hand on my nuts. Another on my shaft. It was dark with only the light of the fire, These three girls were devils and focused on me. "Who do you think you are," one said, "looking for the so-called Perfect Pussy, we are all perfect pussies. Pussies searching for big hands and Thunder Cocks, but there aren't any, don't you know? At least not until, possibly, right now, tonight!" A mouth was on me, sucking. Another at my lips, Hands here and there and everywhere, and "Thunder Cock" at attention and in admiration at having been found, I was still searching for the "Perfect Pussy" and now pussies were searching for me! Three ladies at me at once, beyond my search or my dreams, I was a "goner" and they wanted to get "gone" on Thunder Cock or, as they hoped, Thunder and Lightning Cock. I can tell you this much already. Six hands, thirty fingers, three mouths, were preparing the table for a feast. Day dreaming or, in this case, night dreaming, and with all this attention my thoughts went to the beginning: Cleopatra and her several men seeking her attention but, this was the reverse and I was Cleopatra and the men were these three vixens seeking me or, rather, "him" John Thomas, Mr. Thunder and Lightning himself! The corpulent one had a delightful swirling tongue inside her pretty mouth that brought me back to the present scene, "He's like a fireman's hat," she cooed and sucked, a tongue around the hat and just beneath, stroking there, delighting and bringing him to the precipice and the tongue leaving, not ready, sensing my heat not bringing it to the boil, prolonging me and pulling me down from the top. Surely the Prefect Pussy and the Thunder Cock were not that far apart, it was the viewpoint, the male one and the female one, sides of the same coin, Once again I was imagining Cleo reclining on her barge, being fondled by men of her selection or many men if she chose, one at a time, two or more at a time, bringing her to the boiling point. Oh, her mouth on the fireman's hat bringing me up again and taking me back down. "She was, is, a devil and knew how to work me." words in my mind, I didn't want sounds from my mouth to interrupt what this corpulent, delightful woman was doing to me, I was afraid she would stop, afraid she wouldn't stop, my cock and I were all confused and the thirty fingers at my chest hair, my cock hair, holding my balls, stroking me with her mouth, tongues all over me. I had fallen into a sea of delights making waves throughout my body, God in heaven! Oh, God in heaven! She stopped abruptly. "Cool down," she said and the hands and mouths left me, "Everyone cool down." And we all sat back as I looked at the scene, the four of us in various undress. Helen, the really pretty one, with the best shape, and who had first acknowledged me back at the pub, had a different position in all of this, She had been the come on, Anne, the other pretty one, sat back, too. And then there was my Cleopatra, the corpulent one, who said her name was Rose, but I could only think of her as "Glorious Tongue." I wanted to fuck her mouth. Her smile was infectious and her words were few. "We heard of your search from our friend. She told us all about your 'low wall' routine, and about your special gift, the dream of every sexy woman. Don't you think we all know about Cleo and her rulers? We set the trap and you stepped in it." I had always thought women were conniving. I was right. Glad to be caught in their trap, We were relaxed now and I wondered how the next part of our evening would unfold. It wasn't long for me to find out. Rose of Tongue brought some dessert and more sweet wine for all of us. Dessert was her specialty, she said, "Black Forest Gateau." The contrast of the cake and the wine was intoxicating, not that it wasn't already the experience. Now we four sat and chatted, avoiding what we were unanimously thinking: What was next and more importantly who would be the first to savor the delights of John Thomas, the Sword of Mark Anthony, the Wand of Julius Caesar, the rogering of these fine ladies, and could Thunder Cock handle all three on a warm evening? Someone had to start as Helen, the pretty one moved to my side and Anne on the other, Rose of Tongue sat opposite smiling. We were fully but scantily covered, mind, having to begin at the beginning, I had been teased, IT had been teased and so had each of them, I'm sure they were wet at the thought of being impaled on my barge pole, of riding that spear, and of their other thoughts. "We all have our dreams, don't we," said Helen. "Yes, we all do," agreed Anne and Rose just smiled. Something told me that Rose was the one for me but they would take turns, as they saw fit and it was Helen first, again unzipping and releasing the old boy who was strangely at rest in the presence of lovelies but Anne reached over to pet him up and it wasn't a long wait as the soldier now, bayonet fixed, was ready, precum oozing at the top, or "fireman's hat" as Rose spoke out and we all laughed. "Is anyone ready to be hosed?" I asked, and more stroking, ten now twenty fingers in and about, all and around. Who wanted to talk as mouths and tongues mixed and my hands were busy too with two hot twats and one in waiting, Helen had a sip of her wine and anointed my "hat" which burned slightly, agitating him but then she licked off the wine looking up at me and at Anne beside me, busy with her hands on my balls and shaft. I took Helen's face and lifted her off me and she stood, legs spread, her nightgown cascading over my legs, hiding John Thomas. I reached for the hem and raised her gown with my wrists as my hands went to her quim, playing with her. She looked at me and straddled me, lowering herself, saying, "I don't know if he will fit." She lowered her cunt to the tip of my wet prong, I massaged her hairs, thumbed her clit and she flexed and rubbed her lips on me, spreading them with my help. She reached for my neck to balance, twisted herself like an erotic dancer on my pole and lowered more surrounding my cock head but she seemed frightened by it all and lifted off. "I don't know if I can do it. Maybe you should go first, Anne," she said. I had been readying Anne for her quest, massaging her legs and in between, she was hot and wet and stood up, ready for a try, Helen sat along side, kissing my ear, rubbing my belly down to the base of Mr. Thunder, "Let Anne have a go and see how she does, I just can't believe that rod will fit inside, I'm only 5 feet tall. My old boyfriend called me a twirler, I was so tiny." So with these words, Helen demurred and Anne was soon astraddle determined to show her friends she was brave and could take the big boy that was pressing against her cunt hairs, wetting himself with her. Anne took hold and rubbed it against herself, doing a dance as his head was now inside her too and she grabbed the cock between her legs with both hands like it was some weapon from which she needed protection but began a slow downward movement, up and then back, each time a little more, wetting the shaft as she went. The room was very quiet and three girls, especially very wet Anne were intent on their project, they had found a "Thunder Cock" but would they feel lightning or was it just another fantasy? Helen was helping Anne now, petting her pussy lips and Rose stood out of her chair and took Anne around the waist, pulling off her gown so that all three could watch the action. Anne was moving ever downward on my shaft, Helen petting and Rose soothing her as she inched this monster deeper into her body. She stopped and I thought she was going to get off as Helen had done but she was resting, adjusting to the penetration, she closed her eyes, clinching her teeth and began feeling her breasts, she was flexing herself on me and I could feel the squeezing and releasing as though she was milking me, but this thing was stiff and hot and inside and stretching. We all waited for her, was she getting off, or was she "getting herself off" on it? She twisted a little and began again her descent, I lifted and she lifted away, "No. Don't." she said, "Let me do it." Helen was under one arm and Rose the other supporting her in the little game. She was stationary and I lifted again, "Don't," she said, "You're hurting me." But I moved again, withdrawing and entering deeper this time, "Oh, don't," she said, closing her eyes again, then, "Oh don't, don't stop, Fuck me, fuck me!" I began a slow movement, still only partly penetrating her cunt, Her words aroused me now and instead of a kind of bystander to the three girls I wanted this. My cock was beginning to build as I did a partial fucking of this beautiful girl putting my hands on her breasts, I was a big thing in her small, delicious, lubricating place and as she moved her body I moved mine, with respect always to how deep I went and with each movement she responded and with each response more movement and we were in a delightful rhythm. Helen and Rose on either side, petting and supporting their friend and the work was left to me as I churned Anne's body, pronging her cooz a little more with each thrust until "Oh, God! Oh, Yes! Fuck my Cunt you awful thing, Fuck me deep and hard, Don't stop! Split me, destroy me, FUCK MEEE!" as she rode me and the girls were fully supporting her under either arm as her legs went limp and lightning struck and struck again, her face was red, she had goosebumps on her tummy, finally they lifted her off and she sat beside me. She was stunned and Helen seemed relieved, as did Rose, as Thunder Cock gradually cooled and shrank, Helen covered the two of us with a blanket and we rested. Anne finally took my face and kissed me long, "Thank you, thank him!" she gushed in my ear, but we all knew she hadn't taken him all, only enough for her own coming, leaving something to be desired, most of Thunder, all she needed, but not all I needed. I wanted more and thought of Rose. The evening was young, I had enjoyed our fucking, making Anne delirious, making her come, but I was left wanting. Wanting, as it turned out, Rose, the corpulent one with the engaging smile who loved my fireman's hat as it loved her tongue, An hour or so went by and we were all refreshed, "You don't have to go, do you?" asked Rose and I shook my head, She put on some music and sat by me, the first time she had that evening. Maybe, I thought, I had saved some room for dessert! At first, I thought she was the least alluring of the three but she had a quiet charm to go with the rest of her, Rose had not the shape which makes a man focus but she was one of those girls who had a so-called "good personality." You know the type, But her mouth, and that naughty tongue, the tricks it played on me, the fireman's hat she called it and smirked as my hat yearned for more of that mouth, "I'm not like Helen or Anne," she said to me cuddling in and feeling inside my pants, "But we're all great pals and have our own unique talents," she kept moving those warm fingers, searching and finding me. After all the activity so far that night, I wasn't sure of my stamina, or his, but he seemed alert to the touch of the demure Rose who seemed to know each and every part to touch and how to touch it and soon he was out and I pulled off my pants again, Helen and Anne were playing with me too. "You don't know what you've been missing," one of them whispered in my ear, Rose's body was against me and I felt her girth, not fat, mind you, just an ample portion of woman and she was warm all along my side, her feet played with my toes and she continued her seductive fondling of good old Thunder who was growing in arousal as she combed my hairs with her fingers as though she was grooming my cock. He was wet already and Rose played him with her finger, spreading the precum over his hat. She looked up at me and smiled and Thunder flexed on her hand, beckoning the storm of her touch. She began a gentle stroking of the shaft, fingers, hands in turn, treating old Thunder like a bouquet of long stemmed flowers, I thought Rose hadn't gotten many such, but I was hers as she cooed over him, at my waist, tantalizing and teasing her dragon, I rubbed her back, encouraging her as I felt her down my shaft and along my thighs and I was at her waist, pulling up her gown and petting her bare bottom and fingering her cunt from behind. Anne and Helen were far prettier in every way but there was a reserve on their part, probably born of their comeliness, pretty girls who have a pride that means you need to come to them and worship at their throne. Rose? None of that. She was grateful for the attentions, adjusting her bottom as my fingers explored, her cunt was warm and it was bare!, she sensed my surprise, and whispered in my ear, "I like shaving myself. I think it's sexy." I kissed her fully in signaling my agreement and thought of shaving myself so that we would be mano a mano in a sexual juncture, that might be for another time as I imagined her slender caressing fingers shaving my hairs as rousingly as were now her touches. She leaned to kiss John Thomas who flexed in her mouth and on her tongue as Rose continued her unbearably teasing, kissing and licking. I knew the moment was at hand when she stood and straddled me. Her bare cunt invitingly close to my rod, wet, pulsing, erect and she continued her seduction of the great thing, this time with her vagina as she settled its lips on the fireman's hat and then undulating across its head as it flexed in response, swollen shaved lips and truncheon in a silent, sexual dance, she smiled down at me, I lifted my hands to hold her for balance but she pushed them away, entwining our fingers in an embrace, freeing her hips to move, "Let me do it," she said. I was dizzy now and my eyes blurred with the blood rushing from my rod to my face, we were both hot and Rose was flush, her tummy and naked vagina ruddy, and she moved gradually down and down, I made Thunder Cock move as she descended on him, entering her at last. I looked over at Anne and Helen who were poised and quiet, jealous at the sexual scene which they had only tasted but not fulfilled. I wondered if they wanted to push Rose aside and try again themselves to prove their equality in some way but they watched our dance, mouths apart, Helen licking her lips, Anne started fingering herself, and Rose in the choice position as I looked up at her, she had this naughty smile, tongue running over her lips as she started to remove herself from the penetration, but only hesitated and began again, she had waited, prepared my tool, teasing it still but now a sudden impatience as she squatted more and more, the shaft glistening with us both. I was suddenly gripped by an intense longing from my loins, with those ancestral urges, to fuck and be fucked, to gratify the great lust for cunt, for complete and total fucking and I released from Rose's fingers, put my hands at her waist, petting her down, pleading to impale her body with all the lust that she had built in me, to bring lightning to her body and mine. Then we began to finish, she was down fully now, my entire cock deep inside her, she looked at me, let out her breath, Anne and Helen beside us now both working on their own quims, legs apart, three cunts feeling, Rose's most of all, an erotic orgy of coming but ours was yet to happen, Rose had only just answered any question about taking all of Thunder Cock and the ride was now to begin. I almost came right there just looking at us, the hairs from my prick licking around her beautiful naked pussy, but I held back, I wanted to please this wonderful woman. My Cleopatra had arrived and I was her Roman warrior; we were ready for our lustful ride. This was our moment, our time and the other two women were window dressing to the jointure of Rose and me, Rose sat still, her bare pussy concealed my entire manhood with only my curly hairs peaking out, she flexed on me adjusting herself to all of him, then rising but I pulled her down as hard as I could and she lost her breath, She had been working me, it was now my turn as I got rough and started fucking her cunt forcibly, she wanted it. I wanted it and pulled her down again, she lifted and I lifted up inside her. Then we repositioned. Now she was on her back, on the floor by the flickering fire, I withdrew and my fireman's hat reappeared, I looked at her, prone, my wand ready to work its magic on her cunt and then plunged forward, pushing her back, I lifted her feet above her head, spreading her wide and gave my deepest thrust, again pushing her breath out, but she was responding now, awakening herself to this force pounding her deep inside. At first, it was an easing slow entry into this luscious Rose Cunt, carefully, both wondering if it would all fit again with her legs raised, discovering that she had accepted all of the Thunder Cock, Anne and Helen watched holding their breath, having already made themselves come, their eyes glassy with this new sight, a mutual dream that only Rose had fulfilled. Then I was moving out from her lips and in again, this time her fingers were on my wet shaft urging it inside, now they were at my balls, holding, playing, teasing them and, now I began to bang her and with each deep pounding she let out her breath and a word or two, "Oh! Uh! Fuck! Fuck me! You're fucking me! Oh god!" her eyes glazed and her tongue thick in her mouth as I kissed her and banged. Feeling the force of her gasping with each stroke until she began to shiver and shake and gripped on my cock, lifting on me as we were both desperate fucking beasts, grunting and coming and wheezing in an erotic exhaustion as I weighted her body with mine, breathing in her ear and she in mine, our faces sweating, her cunt walls wrapping around me and I felt inside her body a kind of licking of my cock, as though there was a tongue inside her cunt, and could feel it sucking on my Fireman's Hat deep inside and licking John Thomas until he was consumed, drained and spent. She had taken it all, devoured me with her magic cunt, I had found the Perfect Pussy at last! We were still joined but growing limp, easing out, slick, spent, the head out, slipping down her lips, Anne put a cold towel on our foreheads as we came to our senses, I had dreams of the mouth in her cunt but it wasn't a dream, it was Thunder and Lightning which had made me see stars, had taken me away to a delirious dizziness, The Perfect Pussy was Rose this night! Would there, could there, be another? I understood why Rome had teetered, why the Emperors had sought the Empress of the Nile. This had been my search for the Perfect Pussy and ended with the Perfect Fucking, I thought of Cleopatra, sailing on the Nile, attended by Emperors and an entourage, I wondered if there had been Thunder and Lightning those centuries ago as there had been on the living room floor of the three lovelies. I wondered if Anne and Helen would want their full turn now, Thunder Cock was in a nascent state, and their dreams would wait for another night when we would surely meet at the local pub alongside the low and supporting wall, and share smiles, knowing ones, wondering whose turn was next. Maybe Rose... I could only dream... END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 62