New Friends

Stacie was a very serious young woman, and she couldn’t believe that her 30th birthday had snuck up on her. Her serious side dominates—valedictorian of her high school class, graduating in three years from Brown magna cum laude, and earning her doctorate at age 26 in computer engineering from MIT.

Although she had a knock out body, men had given up on Stacie years ago. She refused to take time away from her studies to date. Her social life revolved around whatever library or research lab held the information key to her next discovery.

The hard work paid off for Stacie as she landed a plum job in New York City. But, she arrived in New York a 30-year-old virgin.

The guys in the office hit on Stacie from day one. And so did some of the women. With out the pressures of her studies, Stacie wanted relationships, but really didn’t know how to establish them.

At a company social event Stacie met Annie, the wife of Sean, one of her colleagues. Annie was also an MIT graduate and they knew many people in common. The next day Annie invited Stacie to join her and Sean at their lake cottage for a long weekend.

Stacie hopped into the back seat of Sean’s BMW on Friday afternoon, and they sped toward Annie’s Wall Street office. In no time they were heading up I-95 for the two-hour drive to the cottage.

The cottage was on a lake surrounded by woods. Its one main room had a huge stone fireplace at one end and a kitchen at the other. A bathroom separated two bedrooms. The bathroom included a sauna and whirlpool.

After carrying in a weekend supply of food and drinks from the car, Stacie, Annie and Sean relaxed on the porch with a bottle of wine. While chatting about how the cabin was built, Stacie and Sean both did a double take while looking over Annie’s shoulder toward the woods. Two deer were in the midst of some very serious f u c k ing. Annie, wondered why the conversation had stopped and why her husband and his colleague had huge eyes, slowly turned around.

Then the mating noises began. A low squealing sound from the buck that was behind and entwined with his mate up front. She was yelping, at times trying to pull away, but mostly digging her rear hoofs into the ground for stability, and perhaps for a feeling of deeper penetration.

Stacie and Sean’s eyes met but Stacie turned her red face away. Sean then looked at his wife with a bit of fire in his eyes as he felt a bit of fire in his loins. Annie did not take her eyes off of the action in the woods, and Sean and Stacie joined her, leaning against the porch railing, taking in this raw animal orgy.

The buck seemed to be looking back and forth between Stacie and Annie while f u c k ing his mate. Although Stacie could not look Sean in the eyes, she could not take her eyes off the thrusting and grinding. She imagined someone, anyone, thrusting into her with wild abandon. At that moment she would have gladly changed places with the deer, and Stacie was slowly dry humping the ledge of the railing with the top of her wet pussy.

Annie had taken refuge behind Sean, placed her arms around his waist, and was grinding herself against his ass. She pushed Sean against the railing and he, like Stacie, was using it for reasons beyond its purpose.

Finally, with one last wild grunt the buck finished, and clumsily fell forward on top of the deer. A moment later he scampered off into the woods, leaving the deer behind to compose herself, while clearly wondering what had happened to her.

Before she let her husband loose, Annie whispered into Sean’s ear “Your meat is mine tonight and it better be all bone”. All Sean could say is “I think it’s time for another bottle of wine” as he escaped into the house. Annie and Stacie looked at each other and smiled, not knowing what to say. Annie was blushing because she had two gentle orgasms against Sean’s body and she was in need of a lot more. Stacie blushed out of embarrassment and arousal. The one thing they shared was the need for a good f u c k ing.

Several hours later, after a third and fourth bottle of wine, a dinner of outdoor grilled meats and vegetables, a dessert rich with chocolate and whipped cream, and the sounds of wind chimes coming from their perch in a nearby tree, it was time for bed. Sean departed the room first, coming back several minutes later to say goodnight to Stacie with a quick kiss to the top of her head. As Sean exited he shot Annie a look of “come on, its time for you to take what you want”. As they walked toward the bedrooms Annie said to Stacie “I promise not to make too much noise. Sleep well.”

Stacie was speechless. She felt a bit abandoned, a bit confused, and a lot horny. She had squirmed all evening as her thoughts slipped between watching the buck, the presence of Sean’s cock in the room, and the presence of her Hitachi vibrator in her bedroom. Now, Stacie was tired but wide-awake. She poured one last glass of wine, went to her bedroom and took off all her clothes. Standing before the dresser mirror, she admired her tits—pert and hard with erect nipples. Stacie wrapped herself in a comforter and quietly walked to the door and sat down in a lounge chair on the porch. Sipping from the glass of wine she slowly took stock of her surroundings.

To the left was the blackness of the woods with periodic sounds of the wind and various animals. She looked into the blackness and pondered her life, deciding that she would put her social plight on hold for the weekend and enjoy the moment with her new friends. A moment later she heard a moan coming from her right. Instinctively turning toward the sound, Stacie was looking through the open bedroom window of her hosts, into their bedroom mirror, and at the reflection of Annie getting f u c k ed from behind by Sean. From her perch, she could see Sean’s cock gliding in and out of Annie’s sopping wet pussy while Annie muffled her screams into a pillow. Sean was upping the ante by sliding fingers from his left hand in and out of Annie’s ass. It appeared that Annie was helping things along by rubbing her own clit.

A flow of wetness startled Stacie. She reached between her legs and felt a soaking wetness that had come from her pussy and saturated the comforter. Her slender fingers quickly and effortlessly entered her pussy turned cunt, and while one hand’s fingers did the f u c k ing, the other hand paid exclusive attention to her swollen throbbing clit.

A moment later, Annie turned around and began sucking Sean’s cock. Yes, his cock was what Stacie had imagined—about 6 inches but thick. It curved upwards and met Annie’s mouth. His cock immediately disappeared into her mouth and just as Stacie came all over her fingers and hands, Sean shot a load of cum all over his wife’s face. Stacie took her soaking fingers and doused them with wine and sucked them clean. Sean kissed his wife deeply and playfully licked his cum off her face.

Soon, the lights went off in Sean and Annie’s room. Stacie, thinking the show was over reclined and snuggled into the comforter. Then she heard the unmistakable sounds of Annie’s moans from the darkened room, followed by a loud whisper form Sean telling Annie “You have the tightest ass I’ve ever been in.”

As Stacie listened to the sounds of the slapping of wet bodies against each other, she fell asleep with three fingers in her virgin pussy.