Her pussy wet its lips in anticipation as her man, Lester, walked through the front door of her one-bedroom flat followed by two strange men. Lester’s 5’10” frame was superb, but it wasn’t the sight of her current man that had her pussy salivating; it was the thought of having three cocks all to herself.
“Vanessa baby, meet Tim and Derrick,” Lester drawled and walked over to kiss her.
“Hi guys.” She smiled, very pleased to meet them.
“Hi Vanessa,” Tim replied, coming over to give her a long, deep kiss.
She absentmindedly returned his kiss, her eyes eagerly trained on Derrick’s crotch as he fumbled with his fly. Seconds later he unceremoniously pulled out his cock.
I hope some of it’s hidden.
Just as she began to wonder if Tim had come to make love not fuck, he stepped back from her—kissing her like she was his fucking woman! He too pulled his cock out and she shifted her eyes from the disappointment of Derrick’s cock to encounter an even bigger disappointment. She wanted to chase them both out of her damn flat. They could star in their own porno movie: Small and Smaller.
Minutes later, she tried to keep Tim’s cock from falling out of her mouth as Lester buried his deep in her ass and Derrick pushed his as far as it would go into her pussy, which wasn’t far enough. Her first gang-bang was turning out to be very disappointing. She had to squeeze her pussy muscles tightly to feel Derrick’s cock, and giving Tim head was like sucking her thumb. She felt like laughing every time he tried to grip her cropped hair and plunge the thumb into her mouth.
How could Tim agree to a gang-bang and pull his cock out in front of other men without feeling self-conscious?
A cock like his should only be shown to his doctor or a woman who really loved him. Lester’s big cock in her ass was the only reason she didn’t call the whole fucking thing off!
“Did you enjoy it, baby?” Lester asked as they climbed into bed after taking a shower together as soon as the other guys had left.
“It was alright, but where the hell did you find those two small-cock guys?” Vanessa didn’t want to sound ungrateful but it would have been better if he had fucked her himself and let the other two watch.
“Tim’s cock was small wasn’t it?” Lester laughed and it started her off. Seconds later they were laughing so hard it hurt.
“Okay, let me give you a nice big cock to make it up to you.” Lester stuck his tongue in her ear as he reached down and stroked her clit.
“Are you still horny?” she asked in surprise, he’d cum twice during the gang-bang.
“You know I always need some pussy right before I sleep.”
He pulled her into position, quickly pushed his cock into her and fucked her doggy-style.
Lester had his own flat but spent most evenings at hers—fucking her. He was unemployed but when she’d met him a year ago it was like finally meeting the man she had dreamed of: her fuck mate. His cock was big and he loved sex just as much as she did. After a hard day’s work, a round of sex with him was better than a massage.
Recently they had been living out her sexual fantasies: they had started with fucking in a public place; moved on to her fucking another woman while he watched; then to him pretending to rape her and finally, a week ago, she’d told him about her ‘gang-bang’ fantasy.
They’d gone for a picnic in Hyde Park one Sunday, two months ago, for the ‘fucking-in-a-public-place’ fantasy. Lester had pulled her onto his lap as soon as they’d finished eating homemade fried chicken, potato salad and coleslaw. He’d spread her gypsy-style skirt over his lap, put his hand under it and stroked her clit until she was dripping. Then he had opened his fly and pulled her onto his hard cock right in the middle of the park. He had slipped his hands under her light summer jacket and pinched her nipples as she’d rotated her hips against his crotch.
They had both cum noisily. Then she had nonchalantly pulled herself off him, and waited for him to button the fly of his jeans before she stood up and straightened her clothes. A nearby couple had eyed them suspiciously but both she and Lester had ignored them, gathered the blanket and the basket, and left. The outraged couple had stared after them, their mouths opened in shock.
Noticing that a few people had looked down at Lester’s groin as they’d gone past, she had finally looked down too—there had been a wet patch on the front of his light blue jeans. They had laughed helplessly as they’d made a dash for her car which was parked a good hundred and fifty meters away.
The ‘fucking-another-woman’ fantasy hadn’t turned out as she had hoped. When Lester had brought the woman over she had seemed a little familiar but it wasn’t until Vanessa had fucked the woman and she’d left that Lester had solved the mystery for her—Tessa was his ex-girlfriend.
What kind of nasty bitch would agree to do something like that?
How he’d managed to persuade the woman to come to her flat was beyond Vanessa. Tessa was good-looking and had a great body but she kept acting like she was posing for a camera or being filmed—like a C-rated porn star. While eating Vanessa’s pussy she had kept looking up to the corner of the room. It had irritated the hell out of Vanessa. If the woman was going to eat her pussy the least she could do was pay attention to what she was fucking doing. Then the woman had wanted to fuck Vanessa with a dildo. Vanessa had informed her that if ‘any fucking with a dildo’ was going to be done, that she, Vanessa, would be the one strapping on the dildo and not the other way around. Tessa had agreed, and Vanessa had strapped up. Tessa’s loud unrealistic moans had put Vanessa right off and when the woman had had a fake orgasm Vanessa pulled the dildo out of her in relief. Lester had wanted her to also fuck Tessa’s ass but for Vanessa the fantasy was over, so he’d done it himself, with his own cock.
The ‘rape’ fantasy had completely blown Vanessa’s mind. She had come home tired from work one Saturday evening and as she put her key in her front door, someone had grabbed her from behind and pushed her into the flat. Before she’d had a chance to get a glimpse of her assailant, she was blindfolded and pushed onto the sofa. She hadn’t panicked, sure that it was Lester. Until the man had spoken with one of the strongest Jamaican accents she’d ever heard—Lester was Dominican!
When she’d worriedly called his name the man asked, “who the fuck is Lester?” and told her to “shut the fuck up!” His body had pressed her into the sofa and he had felt heavier and bulkier than Lester. He had roughly stripped her naked and squeezed her breasts before pulling her legs off the sofa and positioning himself behind her. Her pussy juice had started flowing when he had first grabbed her, but when doubts about his identity had begun to creep into her mind she had found herself tensing up. The man’s cock had felt big and hard as he pushed it past her fear-tightened entrance and up inside her with one quick thrust. When he came he left his cock inside her as he played with her pierced nipples, without saying a word.
When his cock hardened again he put it against her asshole but she’d been so tense he couldn’t get it inside her. Then Lester had whispered the sweetest words she’d ever heard into her ear, ‘Relax, Vannie baby.’ She’d collapsed weakly in relief and let him give her one of the most memorable back shots of her life.
Later he had laughed when she told him she had begun to worry that it wasn’t him after he had used a different accent and had fucked her so silently—Lester was a man who liked to let you know that he was enjoying your pussy. Just the sweet memory of the fantasy was enough to make her pussy wet wherever she was.