Group Sex Phone Phun

Please enjoy this new story. It is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. All characters are adults, eighteen or older, and unusually horny. A special thanks my volunteer editors who helped me get this published

'Twas the week before Christmas, 1974, and Holly just had a few finishing touches to put on the holiday decorations. She unpacked her collection of miniature creches and carefully arranged them by size on the living room lamp tables. She stood back and admired her handiwork, filled with the spirit of the holiday season.

"Fuck!" Dirk shouted from the sewing room.

Momentarily flustered by the outburst, she composed herself and went to see what he wanted.

Dirk was hunched over the sewing machine, cussing at the fabric jam.

Holly brushed a lock of brunette hair from her eyes and took a closer look at his predicament. Dirk's sewing skills were not up to the task of making a tent, and his frustration was evident. The tent kit came with precut fabric and step-by-step instructions, but you still had to know how to sew. It was times like this that she wondered why on earth she offered to help him. "Problems?"

"The damn fabric jammed again," he said, pointing to his work. "It is too thick in this corner. It jams every time I try to feed it through."

"Release the pressure foot and just let it float over the thick section of fabric."

He did as she suggested and slowly stitched around the corner seam.

She stepped behind him and kneaded the tension knots between his broad muscular shoulders. "Relax, you're doing fine. Lock the pressure foot back down for the straight runs, and then release it for the corners."

"Okay, I've got it," Dirk said. The tent was a Christmas gift for Marta, his on-again off-again girlfriend, and he was eager to get it finished on time. "You ready for a break?"

"Sure, you finish that seam and I'll get us a couple of cold beers."

Holly had a beer in each hand when the phone rang. She yelled towards the sewing room where Dirk was working, "I have to get that; your beer is on the kitchen counter."

She took a swig of Genesee Cream Ale, a hometown favorite in Rochester, NY, and then lifted the handset off the wall phone and stretched out the long coiled cord to the kitchen table. She gazed out the window at the stark winter scene, barely visible through the lightly falling snow and fading light. She sat down and said, "Hello."

"Hey Babe, it's me."

Holly glanced at her watch and did a quick mental calculation; her husband must be taking a lunch break. Tim was on a business trip to Alaska, consulting with the Department of Labor in Juneau. Like many of his noontime calls, she instantly knew what was on his mind. "I didn't expect to hear from you until tonight. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to hear your voice."

She snickered. "That's all, just my voice?" Had he been calling from his office, she would be about ten minutes away from sucking his cock. That was how long it took him to get home for a noontime quickie.

"That will have to do... for now." Tim closed his eyes and pictured himself leaning up against the kitchen table, gazing down into Holly's steely grey eyes as she sucked his cock. Already hard, he reached down and gave himself a squeeze.

"Where are you?" She asked.

"I've got a room at the Baronoff Hotel." It was a Juneau landmark, just around the corner from the Red Dog Saloon. Both establishments dated back to Alaska's gold rush.

"Nice... wish I was there with you." She smacked her lips to make the point.

"You're reading my mind," Tim said. "You up for a little something over the phone?" It was a hopeful request.

She was about to answer when Dirk came into the kitchen, grabbed his beer and nearly drained it. "Am I interrupting anything?"

"Who's that?" Tim asked.

She covered the mouthpiece and whispered, "It's Tim."

Dirk grinned and snatched the handset from her hand. "Timmy, how's it hanging?"

"Dirk?" He was surprised to hear his friends voice. "What are you doing there?"

Dirk laughed and punched the speaker button on the wall phone; now they could both talk to Tim. "Holly, I think your husband suspects that we're up to something." Dirk had a well deserved reputation as a ladies man, so it wasn't an unreasonable possibility.

"Just ignore him, Honey," Holly said. "I told you that I'd be helping Dirk make his tent. You know his sewing sucks."

"Hey, that was uncalled for," Dirk said. "Besides, I have rules; number one, no hitting on married women."

"Right," Tim said, "I know for a fact there are exceptions to that rule, but I'll spare Holly the details."

Holly laughed, and drained her beer. They were good friends and had spent many summer weekends camping up in the Adirondacks. She long suspected that Dirk's faithfulness to Marta was fleeting, but it was the first time she'd ever heard them talk about it openly.

"Let me rephrase that," Dirk said, "no hitting on my friend's wives."

"Much better," Holly said. "Thanks for the clarification." She pulled two more cold beers from the refrigerator and handed one to Dirk.

"Tim has a problem." She winked at Dirk and used her hand to give an imaginary cock several quick strokes.

"Really?" Dirk asked, grinning wildly. "Maybe you can help him out... with his problem." He held up his hand, palm facing Holly.

Holly felt a beer buzz coming on and couldn't resist returning Dirk's high five.

"Dirk, any chance you were just leaving?" Tim asked.

Dirk shook his head and grinned at Holly. "Timmy my boy, why don't you tell us what's got you so wound up."

Holly hadn't considered there might be more to Tim's call than his normal noontime lust. "Yeah Honey, I'd like to hear the answer to that."

"Do I have to?"

"Absolutely!" they said in unison, egging him on.

"It's nothing, just that I've been listening to users drone on, ad nauseam, about the project specifications for the system we're installing. Cut me some slack, I just needed a diversion."

Holly looked at Dirk and both shook their heads. "I'm calling bullshit Honey, there's something you're not telling us. Maybe you're sitting across from some cute young hottie."

"Fess up, Timmy," Dirk said.

"All right," Tim said, "her name is Silvia, but she's definitely not young. Her long hair is streaked with silver. It's kind of hard to tell exactly how old she is."

"Shit Tim, she sounds old enough to be your mother," Holly said.

"Tell me she's really hot," Dirk said, "I'm all ears."

"Well... she's slender and regal looking. I think she might be Native Alaskan, you know... like maybe Eskimo. She has a stoic beauty to her, with full distinctive lips... I don't think she wears any makeup."

Holly furrowed her brow. Just the mention of lips suggested where his interest lay. "So, an old lady with hot lips is turning you on. What the fuck Tim?"

"There's more, she gets passionate when she speaks, and her mouth opens wider and wider... and you can see a huge mouthful of pearly white teeth... it is very distracting."

Dirk roared with laughter.

Holly rolled her eyes. "No wonder you called, did you leave the meeting with a hard on."

"Fortunately I had my parka handy, but I did head straight for the hotel... and called you."

She couldn't resist teasing him. "Mmmm, so your situation has not resolved itself?" Holly drained her second beer and motioned for Dirk to get another.

Tim chuckled. "Remember? I'm the one who called you... looking for a little... um, relief."

"When do you have to be back to the meeting?" She took the beer from Dirk and clinked his fresh bottle. The thought of her husband's cock stuffed in Silvia's big mouth flooded her mind with carnal thoughts. She discretely squirmed forward in the chair until she felt the hard edge press into her crotch.

"I've got about an hour... if you're in the mood."

"Oh, I'm in the mood all right, but what about Dirk? Should I send him packing?" She winked at Dirk and shook her head.

"Your call Babe, if this was the other way around, I'd do it in a heartbeat."

"I see, so if Silvia was there with you, and it was me calling you for a little relief... you'd have her help out?" She had a playful note in her voice and motioned for Dirk to come closer.

Tim chuckled. "Could you blame me?"

"Nope," she said, glancing over to Dirk, "and now you've got Dirk chomping at the bit. Are you still hard?"

"Uh-huh, and ready to go, anytime you are."

Holly scooted up on the kitchen table and pulled Dirk towards her, opening up her legs to bring him close. Dirk was just over 6' tall, several inches taller than Tim, and definitely more muscled. She ran her hand over Dirk's massive pecs and stared into his steely grey eyes, unsure what to do next.

Dirk grinned and guided her free hand down to his cock.

She hesitated for a moment, and then gave it a squeeze. She returned his smile and said, "Mmmm, looks like Dirk's got some catching up to do."

Dirk unbuckled his belt. "Last chance to change your mind Timmy. I don't have to tell you what's about to happen."

"There's no turning back now," Tim said, stroking his hard cock, "go for it."

Dirk wasted no time letting his pants drop to the ground, and then pushed down his boxers to free his cock. "Oh yeah," he said, as Holly cradled his soft cock in the palms of her hands. He peeled off his t-shirt and flexed his muscles in response to the pleasure of her touch.

"What's the verdict?" Tim asked.

Holly was confused. She whispered to Dirk, "What's he talking about?"

Dirk held up both hands like he was measuring a fish, and then let them drift apart.

"Cute Tim, I'll let you know after I get him nice and hard... but somehow I think you already know the answer to that question."

Tim laughed. "Show him your tits, Babe; I know he won't be able resist those beauties."

Dirk wanted her hands right where they were, squeezing his cock, so he deftly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders.

She leaned in and kissed his torso. She tried in vain to remember the last time she'd been this close to another man. Dirk's scent intoxicated her and she couldn't resist parting her lips to taste him. Heat rose from her loins as her unexpected lust for him grew. He unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. The long winter months had erased Holly's summer tan lines and her flawless alabaster skin erupted into two gorgeous globes, punctuated by her taut pink nipples.

Dirk cradled them gently and thumbed those hard nipples. "Oh Timmy, her tits are a work of art... so big and soft... and her nipples are rock hard."

"I know them well," Tim said, "suck on them for me."

Holly laid back on the table, keeping both hands on Dirk's stiffening cock as he bent over her. "Oh yeah Honey, I like where you're taking this," she said.

Dirk licked each nipple, making a slurping sound loud enough for Tim hear it.

Holly moaned. "Oh fuck, Dirk, that feels so good."

"Is he hard yet?" Tim asked.

Dirk tugged on her hard nipples with his lips, forcing a tiny gasp from between her lips.

"Almost," she said, barely audible.

"Go down on him," Tim commanded, trying to picture his friend's big cock in his wife's mouth. He spit in his palm and gave his own slick cock several long strokes.

She teased Dirk's nearly stiff cock with her tongue and then took him into her mouth. She'd had lots of practice on Tim and was able to keep from gagging as she took him deep into her snug throat.

"Oh my god," Dirk said as he watched his cock disappear between her wet lips.

She gazed up at him and pulled back until just her lips covered the head of his cock.

"Did you take him deep?" Tim asked.

She gave the head of his cock several quick licks and then smacked her lips. "Un-huh, just like whats-her-name, in that movie. Want me to do it again."

"Fuck yeah," Tim said.

"What movie?" Dirk asked.

Holly chuckled and licked her lips. "We were in New York a couple of months ago and Tim took me to see Deep Throat."

Her admission surprised Dirk. He had heard about the movie, but never seen it. He grinned down at her, eager to have his cock back down her throat. "So... you've been practicing on Tim."

She returned his grin and batted her eyes. She had indeed been practicing, but never in a million years did she expect to be trying it on another man's cock. She gazed into his eyes as she slowly slid his cock past her lips and down her throat until it was all the way in.

He felt the head of his cock slide into the tight confines of her throat. "Oh fuck," Dirk said, "that is so tight."

She tried her best to picture her husband stroking his cock as he directed her actions, but she couldn't tear her thoughts away from the big cock deep in her throat.

"Suck his balls," Tim commanded.

She kept her eyes locked on Dirk's as she slowly backed off his stiff cock. She pointed it north and licked all the way down his shaft, and then gently kissed one ball before sucking it into he mouth.

"She's doing it Tim, she's sucking my balls."

Holly sucked noisily, moving back and forth between them.

"Fuck Babe," Tim said, "I want to hear you cum."

Holly stood and grinned at Dirk. She held up two fingers and fluttered her tongue between them, leaving no doubt what she had in mind.

Dirk unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down to her ankles.

She kicked them off and scooted up on the table, and then spread her legs, revealing the narrow crotch of her lacy black panties. It had been months since her last bikini trim and her unruly thatch poked out in all directions. She slipped her fingers under the waistband of the panties and massaged her mound.

Dirk sat in the chair, his face just inches from the object of his desire, watching her fingers wiggling under the black panties. "You're not going to believe this Tim, she's- "

Tim completed his sentence. "- rubbing herself, and I'll bet you're drooling?"

Dirk laughed, but didn't take his eyes off Holly's crotch.

Up to this point, she rationalized flirting with Dirk as a performance for her husband, to turn him on. But rubbing her pussy changed her focus to Dirk, and now she was eager for more. It was time to get nasty. "Hey Tim, I think Dirk's ready to go down on me... Is that okay with you?" She lifted her hips, inviting him to peel off her panties.

"Anything you want Babe... anything you want." Tim wondered how much of this he could take before blowing his load. He eased up on his cock and listened intently.

Dirk peeled the panties off, slowly, and she opened herself up to his gawking stare. She used both hands to part her kinky pubes for him, exposing the inner lips of her glistening pink pussy. Dirk answered with a loud slurp as he licked the length of her wet gash.

She ran her fingers though the thick, black shock of curls on his head, and then locked her ankles around his neck to pull him in tight. "Mmmm," she cooed when he found her hard little nub, "just like that."

Dirk fluttered his tongue and sent her heart racing.

She bit down on her lower lip to stifle a gasp. Pleasure flowed though her loins, sending her to the brink of an orgasm. "Oh yeah... it feels so good... I'm so fucking close."

"Cum for me, Babe," Tim said, "I want to hear you get off. Make some noise."

She panted loudly, eager to please her husband. She tugged on her nipples, rolling them between her fingers. "Ohhh," she cried out as Dirk lashed her clit with the tip of his tongue. "Suck my pussy."

"Harder Dirk," Tim said, "she's almost there."

Holly moaned, loudly, and bucked her hips. Her breath came in short gasps and she cried out with each sharp intake of air. "Faster," she pleaded, pinching her nipples, grasping for an orgasm just beyond her reach.

"Do it baby, do it," Tim commanded.

Almost there, her breathing ceased, replaced by tiny grunts that coincided with each lash of Dirk's tongue. She sucked in one last breath, and then screeched, loudly. Her muscles tightened as a powerful orgasm took control, sending jolts of pleasure to every nerve ending in her body.

Dirk eased up and gently licked up and down her gash as wave after wave of pleasure coursed though her bucking body. He couldn't hold back any longer, so he stood, lifted her legs by the ankles, and then plunged his hard cock deep into her slippery cunt.

"Are you ready to fuck my wife?" Tim asked.

"Way ahead of you Timmy..." Dirk pumped her hard, lusting after his own orgasm. "She's so fucking tight..."

Holly chuckled. "Better hurry Tim, Dirk's fucking me like a madman and doesn't look like he'll last long."

Dirk grimaced and pounded her even harder.

"Sweet," Tim said, "just don't knock her up..."

Dirk furrowed his brow. "What??? No way... I'm not stopping now."

Holly wagged her finger in Dirk's face. "Pull out when you get close; I'll make it worth your while."

Dirk gritted his teeth and pumped her even harder, panting with each thrust. "Okay... okay... it won't be long now. How about you Timmy... are you getting there?"

"No problem," Tim said, "I'm right behind you."

Dirk's pounding cock was beginning to have an effect on Holly. Surprised she might get off again so quickly, she bit down on her lower lip and bucked her hips, matching Dirk stroke for stroke.

"Oh yeah," she cried, "fuck me... harder... harder."

Dirk pulled his cock out of her, gasping for breath. "Quick," was all he could manage to get out.

Holly instantly gave up on her quest for a second orgasm and dropped to her knees in front of Dirk. She sucked on the head of his cock, tasting the musky juices of her wet pussy.

"Oh fuck Holly, here it comes," Dirk cried out.

Tim couldn't hold back any longer and sent a shot of cum arcing high into the air. He watched it splat onto his chest. Between gasps, he managed to mutter, "I'm cuming."

Holly pulled away from Dirk and aimed his cock squarely at her face. "Stroke it, cum all over my face," she said.

Dirk grabbed his cock and momentarily choked off his cum. "You getting this Timmy?"

The last of Tim's cum leaked from the head of his cock. "Do it," Tim shouted, "paint her face for me."

The first rope of cum left the tip of his cock, heading directly towards her chin.

She squealed with delight and dipped her head to catch it with her open mouth. Too late! It splattered against her lower lip and dribbled down her chin, so she used her fingers to scoop his sticky goo into her mouth.

She flinched and closed her eyes just as then next rope splattered against the bridge of her nose. She could only feel the rest of his cum hitting her as he blasted shot after shot onto her face, nearly coating it with gooey white cum.

"Fuck Timmy," Dirk said, "I wish you were here to see this."

Holly giggled. "The Polaroid is just behind you, on the kitchen counter. How about it Tim, do you want a picture?"

"Fuck yes," came the reply.

Holly wiped the cum from her eyes and looked up into the camera, smiling. The flash from the bulb momentarily blinded her. The whirr of the motor ejected the undeveloped picture.

"Is one enough?" Dirk asked.

"How about one with your cock in my mouth?" Holly asked. "Is that okay with you Tim?"

"Oh yeah, I can't wait to see that," Tim said.

She leaned forward and sucked just the head of his cock into her mouth. Dirk inserted a fresh bulb. Click.

"Get one showing her tits," Tim commanded.

She leaned back and cupped her tits for the camera. Cum dripped from her chin and onto her tits. Click.

Tim was on a roll, directing the action. "And one with your cock inside her."

She hopped back up on the table and spread her legs. Dirk's softening cock didn't cooperate, and she had to use both hands to stuff it back into her cunt. She grinned for the camera and licked a gob of cum from her upper lip, and then stuck it out for the camera. Click.

"That's a wrap guys," Tim said. "I can't wait to see the pictures."

Holly giggled. "Yeah, but I think I'll keep a tight rein on those."

"How about me," Dirk asked, "don't I get to see them?"

"We'll see," she said, "right now I need to pee... and clean up my face. I'll be right back."

Dirk watched her bare ass sway from side to side as she walked out of the kitchen. "Holy fuck, Timmy, I can't believe what just happened. Holly was so fucking nasty tonight. You're one lucky man."

"Yeah, I'm a little surprised myself. I think we better keep this to ourselves."

The camera beeped, reminding Dirk to peel off the backs of photographs to stop the developing process. He spread out the black and whites on the kitchen table and admired his handiwork. "No problem, and anytime you need a repeat performance, I'm your man. By the way, these pictures are fucking fantastic. I wouldn't mind having a few of them in my collection."

Tim chuckled. "Forget it, I mean about the pictures. But you may get your wish for a repeat performance sooner than you thought."

"What do you mean?"

"You almost got her off while you were fucking her. Play your cards right and she'll be begging you to finish the job, just as soon as you get hard."

Dirk couldn't believe his ears. "It's okay with you?"

"Sure, besides, after what you two just did I don't see how she could get mad at me for hitting on Silvia."

"You dog... so doing Holly again will just be extra insurance. I like the way you think."

"If Holly goes for it, don't forget to get more pictures."

"Sweet, so tell me, what should I do?"

"Holly loves to follow up with a sixty-nine, and then she adds a little twist at the end."

"What's that?"

"If I get Holly off first, she lets me finish... well, I'll leave you to figure that out. I guarantee you'll never forget it."

"What if Holly gets you off first?"

Tim laughed. "That never happens."

Holly walked back into the room and glanced down at the pictures, shocked to see how explicit they were. "What never happens?" she asked, keeping her eyes locked on the pictures.

They both ignored the question.

"I've got to go Honey," Tim said, "thanks for the nooner. Kiss, kiss."

She frowned and looked at Dirk. "What were you two talking about?"

Dirk grinned and drew a finger across his neck.

Holly got the hint. "Kiss, kiss," she said and hung up the handset. She scowled at Dirk. "Give it up?"

Dirk could barely contain his glee. "Tim suggested you might want to go again... since I kind of cut things short when I got off."

She looked at him suspiciously. "He did not!" Her voice lacked conviction and she felt a renewed twinge of desire in her loins.

He grinned and pulled her into his lap. "It's true, he said I just have to be patient, until I get hard again."

"Okay, that sounds like Tim." She leaned back into his chest and wiggled her ass, searching in vain for movement from his soft cock. "Can you get hard again?"

He squeezed her firm breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers. "Don't worry, I'll get there."

"Don't get ahead or yourself, I haven't agreed to anything yet." Even she didn't believe that. "What exactly did he say to you?"

He reached between her legs and pressed his fingers into her hairy mound. "He said you like to follow up with a sixty-nine."

She moaned at his touch. That was exactly what she wanted. "What else did he say?" she asked, cautiously.

"You mean about the twist at the end?"

"That little shit, I can't believe he told you about that."

He'd hit a nerve, but he wasn't sure exactly what it was. His cock came to life and poked up into the crack of her ass. "I'm almost ready; is here on the table okay with you?"

She turned and snapped at him. "Fuck no, if I'm taking you up my ass it's going to be in my bed, where I can be nice and comfortable."

He tried his best to look nonchalant. It didn't work.

She realized her mistake and chuckled at her own stupidity. "He didn't tell you, did he?"

Dirk looked at her sheepishly. "He may have left out the part about your ass."

She moved her hips just enough to slide the head of his cock between the wet folds of her pussy lips. "I guess I can't unring that bell, but I can still get you off first, so don't count your... assholes before they..." , She left the sentence hanging, unable to come up with a clever finish.

He laughed. "Tim said you never win."

She smacked him on the thigh. "Maybe I just let him win." She moved her ass just enough to let him enter her wet cunt.

"Trying to get a head start on me?"

She arched her back to take in more of his hard shaft. "All's fair in love and war."

He moaned as his cock slide up into her tight cunt. He gripped her by the hips and lifted her up and down the length his shaft several times. "Still think you can get me off first?"

She leaned back and locked her hands around the back of Dirk's neck. "Mmmm," she whispered in his ear. "I may not get a chance." She undulated her hips just enough to keep his cock sliding inside her.

"I thought we were doing a sixty-nine."

She moaned and rocked on his cock, trying to get all of it inside her. "That will have to keep... I'm ready to go again... right now."

"What about- "

She cut him off. "Get me off now and my ass is all yours."

"Sweet."

"Can you hold out long enough for me to get off?"

"Maybe, I don't know. Why?"

"We're trying to get pregnant, so I don't want you cuming inside me, okay?"

He sighed deeply, that was not something he wanted to hear. "Okay, I won't, but try not to wiggle so damn much."

She placed her hands on the table and tried to sit still. "Use your fingers."

He threaded two fingers through her kinky thatch until they reached the slippery folds of her pussy lips. He found her hard nub and pinched it between them.

She gasped as a jolt of pleasure surged through her body, forcing her to squeeze down on his cock. "Yes... yes... just like that..."

He pinched a nipple with his free hand, hard, just like he was doing to her clit. "Hurry," he said, a note of desperation in his voice.

It was all she needed to climax, and she cried out as her body shuddered with intense pleasure.

He eased up with his fingers, hoping he could hold back as her orgasm subsided. "Is that what you wanted?"

"Uh-huh," she said, her voice hoarse from screeching. "How about you?"

"It was close, but I held back. You're safe for now."

She chuckled. "Does that mean you're ready for my ass?"

He cupped her tits and gently kneaded them. "Oh yeah, did I mention that it will be my first time?"

She twisted to look into his eyes, once again moving on his cock. "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope, and stop wiggling or you're going to be sorry."

She laughed, hard enough to keep herself moving on his cock. "With all the ladies you've fucked, not one of them has given up their ass?"

The thought of his first ass fuck, coupled with the fact that she wouldn't sit still, had him losing control again. He bit down on his lower lip, trying to beat back the orgasm building deep in his balls.

She saw the look on his face and realized what was about to happen. She flew off his cock and dropped to her knees. Her lips barely covered the head of his cock when he erupted, sending a stream of sticky goo into her waiting mouth.

After she sucked him dry, he took a deep breath and said, "That was too close."

She nodded, unable to speak with a mouthful of cum. She made a clicking motion with her finger.

Dirk reached for the camera and framed the picture. The head of his cock rested on her lower lip and his white goo pooled in her mouth. Click.

The taste of his cum mixed with her juice was decadent. She gulped and swallowed. "That was unexpected," she said, licking her lips.

"Yeah, but it made a hell of a picture. Tim's going to be impressed."

She washed the cum down with one last swig of beer. "One more?"

"Sure," he said, getting up from the table. "Just let me make a quick pit stop first."

He returned with two more beers. "How long have you two been trying to get pregnant?"

"It's almost a year now."

"Problems?"

"I'm good to go, but Tim won't go to a doctor, and he refuses to talk about it. I think he's shooting blanks, but he'll never admit it."

"Sorry to hear that, are you checking into alternatives?"

"Tim's reluctant to, but I've looked into it and it's not cheap."

"Anything I can do to help?"

She chuckled. "Right, that's all I need to do, pop out a little baby Dirk. I don't think that will fool anybody."

He laughed. "That's not what I meant "

She furrowed her brow. "Yeah, right." Her sarcasm was unmistakable.

"Okay, maybe it crossed my mind. But, you're right, Tim's just the opposite from me, a fair haired beach boy from South Florida. I think he even has blue eyes."

"He does, so lets check you off the list."

"What about anonymous donors, like at a sperm bank?"

"That's where the big bucks come in. Plus, I'd never be able to hide if from Tim." She looked at him wistfully. "Until today, it never occurred to me to fuck another guy... I mean... today was like serendipity."

"That's a good word for it," Dirk said. "Know anybody that fits the bill?"

"No!" she said, a little too emphatically. "I mean... it's the first time I've even thought of it. But offhand, I can't think of anyone, how about you?"

Dirk rubbed his chin, deep in thought. "Probably shouldn't actually be anyone we know... we should be looking for a stranger... someone who wont know what we're up to."

She chuckled. "We? Are we going to fuck him?"

"Metaphorically speaking," he said, "I could be be your wingman."

"Dirk, it's hard to take you seriously... but I'll bite, what are you suggesting."

In an effort to appear serious, he took her hands in his. "Ithaca is a college town, we could hit a bar over there and find some preppy brainiacs. It would be a piece of cake."

She wasn't amused. "Shit Dirk, now you've got me gang banging Cornell undergrads."

"I was thinking more of grad students... but I get your point. I'll come up with something a little more subtle... get you somebody nice and plain."

It was time to end this conversation. "I don't want plain, just unrecognizable, and not too... different from Tim."

"Got it," Dirk said, "I'll work on something."

She grinned and gave his bottle a clink. "Speaking of serendipity, I believe you've got something very special coming your way. Ready to head upstairs?"

He could barely contain his excitement, however, that did not extend to his cock. When he stood, it hung straight down, limp as a wet noodle. "You've got your work cut out for you."

A wicked smile crossed her face. "Grab the camera, I'll have you hard by the time we reach the top of the stairs."

He gave her a quizzical look. "Good luck..."

She smiled, and then headed for the stairs. "Trust me, I know exactly what to do."

He followed, keeping his eyes locked on her luscious round ass. With each stair-step, her cheeks opened just enough to reveal the trail of tiny black curls peeking out of her ass crack.

Halfway up she stopped and turned back to him. "The movie in New York was a double feature... The Devil in Miss Jones."

He knew enough about that movie to know that the actress took it up the ass, several times. Was that where those two got the idea?

She stopped again at the first landing, leaned forward and turned her head back to watch his eyes. "See anything you like?"

He stared into the crack of her ass, eager to see more. "Fuck yes," he said, "and I bet Timmy would love a picture."

"Get the camera ready... I'm feeling a bit nasty."

He was several steps below her and her ass was at his eye level. He aimed the camera, getting both her ass and her face in the frame. "Ready?"

She reached for a cheek and pulled it open, revealing her pink gash along with the tight pucker of her asshole. "Now I am."

He lowered the camera and stared at her exposed ass. He stroked his soft cock with one hand while running the other up the silky smooth skin of her thigh. He didn't stop until he felt the hot moisture of her open gash. "Fuck, Holly, nasty is right." He pressed his thumb against the crinkly skin of her asshole.

She grinned down at him. "Better get a picture before the show ends."

"I will, in a second." He removed his hand and leaned in to trace the tip of his tongue along the crack of her ass, flicking it several times when he crossed over her tiny rosebud.

"Mmmm," she cooed, "I wasn't expecting that. Do it again."

He did, taking even more time teasing her tight asshole with his wet tongue.

"Ahhh," she whispered, "I think you just took nasty to a whole new level. Even Tim doesn't do that. Better take that picture now."

He reluctantly pulled back and snapped the picture, catching the look of satisfaction on her face. "One more before we go up?"

"Picture?"

"No," he said and moved in for one more taste. This time he got her nice and wet, and was able to open her up a tiny bit with the tip of his tongue.

She finally let go of her cheek to shut him off. "Unless you want to do this right here, we better get up these stairs." She turned and darted away.

He was hot on her tail with his hard cock leading the way.

Holly hopped onto the edge of the bed and pulled him towards her. She grinned up at him and wrapped her lips around the head of his hard cock. "Told you I could do it."

"True," he said, "but I didn't come up here to get my cock sucked."

She ignored him and took him as deep as she could and held him there while she fondled his balls.

He took a deep breath and stepped back, pulling his cock out of her eager mouth. "Why do I think you're putting me off? Are you having second thoughts?"

She pouted, biting down on her lower lip.

"No way, not after that little show you put on coming up the stairs."

"I know, it's just that you're bigger than Tim... maybe too big for me."

He moved back in and hugged her face into his rock hard abs. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle... and if it's too much we'll figure out something else. Okay?"

She nodded.

"Tell me how Tim gets things started'"

"He fucks me doggie style to get his cock nice and wet, and then he uses his thumb to loosen up my... asshole." She got to her knees and bent forward, arching her back to expose her ass to him, resting her weight on her elbows. "And then he drizzles some spit into my crack."

Dirk ran the head of his cock up and down the length of her wet gash, and then plunged it into her snug cunt.

"Mmmm," she cooed. She pulled a pillow under her chest for support, and then reached back to spread her ass cheeks for him. "Take a closer look."

He locked his eyes on the tight pucker peeking out from her curly black pubes. The thin trail of hair along the crack of her ass mesmerized him. "Your ass looks sexier now than it did on the stairs."

"Want to go down on me again?"
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