I thought about it all day long. It was as if there was nothing else I had to think about. It can be funny how anticipating something so daring and deviant can consume your time. I finally had called Bill, and told him what my boyfriend Rod had been dreaming of. Bill, my gay pal, was into it. He agreed to come over and let my boyfriend find what it was like to suck a cock. There would be much more to it when it was said and done, of course, but that's the way it was described to Bill at first. I had called him and told him my man wanted to taste something besides a woman in the bedroom. Rod had, in the heat of passion and outright lust, made it very clear he was through wondering what a cock would feel like, and he wanted to get hold of one. It was all very interestingly described to me, and Rod simply was ready to go for it. He had been brought to the point where he told me to arrange it.
Back a few weeks previous to my calling my friend, I was talking dirty to my boyfriend on the phone. Rod had told me he would be unable to resist playing with a man's dick if it was anywhere nearby while he was fucking me. He displayed every nasty lust possible when we were fucking each other, and it seemed he wanted more. He got so worked up when I would ream his cute dark asshole; he started to regularly beg for a real cock. A strap on dick was not going to be enough for him. He wanted to feel a stiff hot dick in his mouth. He wanted to see what he could do to make the cock harder and he wanted to feel hot cum gush down his throat the way I feel it when he come in my mouth. He eventually realized he wanted to feel it in his ready asshole, as long as it was not too big. I assured him that Bill was about the same size as him, since we had spent a few weeks together in Hawaii, and shared a hotel room. Bill had a great cock, and I was always hot for it, but he was not interested. I began my plan to get Bill into the bed Rod and I shared occasionally.
It had started on a phone call, and grew from that. I had asked him how he would feel about being reamed or having his mouth fucked by a real cock, and he readily admitted that,
"If I was fucking you, all hot and nasty, and a stiff cock was there, I am sure I would want to reach out for that, too, and start sucking it. I don't think I am gay, but I would really want to taste that stiff hot dick if one was available. I don't see how I could resist it."
Rod made it clear that he was not he type of guy who would go to a gay bar and pick up a guy, but rather, he would be ready for most anything if there were three of us on the bed, and I was the only woman. Of course, previous to this, he had been asking me if I knew any women who would like to fuck us both. He asked me if I ever fucked a woman, and he really wanted to hear that I had. He wanted me to find a friend for us both to fuck.
Better than I imagined, I turned it to something else when I suggested two men and me. I was really surprised when he agreed that would be fine, too, as long as he was not expected to get involved with my gay friend afterward. Rod made it clear it was only the physical attraction of a stiff cock that interested him. He had admitted, during intense sexual moments, that he wanted to do everything he could imagine with another man, but he did not consider it anything except hot sex. As long as I was participating, he considered it was also another way to get me hot, too. But I could see he really wanted to suck hard and long on another guys cock. Simple as that. I knew Rod was bi, but I did not bother to tell him exactly what I thought about his sexual appetite or orientation. It didn't matter. All I knew was that is sounded hot, and I could hardly wait for it to come true.
I had been teasing him for a few weeks about another man, and during lovemaking, he would often talk nasty to me about it when he wanted to arouse himself or me. He could really become something almost uncontrollable in bed, and when he began to talk nasty, I could tell he was losing control.
Most women know how it is when men are fucking you so hard, so deep, and so mean that there is no way they can stop fucking you. They fuck you hard, hard so that you know you are being fucked. So hard and passionately that all niceties are long gone. The breathing is violent, the words are dirty, and the wetness and action is so incredible that there is nothing polite about it. That's when fucking is really fucking. When the guy is just starting to tease your sweet tight little pussy, and is slowly opening you up more and more, when you are getting wetter and wetter, and he is slowly driving that wonderful prick deeper with each thrust and plunge into your hot, sweet, forbidden pussy, we all know that is only the beginning of the fuck. It is when he is plowing into you and wants it all, when he wants to rip deep into your pink wet cunt, it is then that you are really fucking. Everything else may have still been lovemaking, but the point is reached when it is more than that. It reaches the point when you have given yourself over to the lust, and you begin the moaning,
"Oh, God..god..yes yes...fuck me...fuck me, baby...that's it...that's it...oh, there...there...fuck me hard...oh...uhh...uhh...yes..fuck me...uh..uhh..."
It is THEN that you are just FUCKING your man. There is nothing else going on in the world. Just the fucking is going on. It is THEN that he is fucking you. That's when each of you just wants to feel that cock deep in that pussy, over and over, ramming deeper and deeper..more and more. . It is the same for each. Women, you just want that dick in your pussy, deep, hard, strong. Men, you just want that cute babe you are deep into to want it, to admit she wants to fuck you as bad as you want to fuck her. Fuck her hard, baby. Fuck her deep. Fuck her . Fuck her. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck her. Mean. Do her. That's right. Fuck her until she is sure you are fucking her as hard as you can, and she is fucking you back.
Of course, it could also be your ass that is getting fucked hard. Whatever it is, it is the feeling of fierce sex, nasty contact, complete control of each other's lust. You know.... sweaty, nasty, give it to me baby, fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck me hard, sex.
I love it when it becomes a near violent fucking and my man is so focused on his cock and the feeling of it going into me, deep and hard, that he really does not care what it is doing to me. It's tough if it hurts because he is so rough. As long as I am wet, he will keep the pile driver ramming deep into me. All he knows is how much he wants to plunge it into my sweet, wet, nasty little pussy, and nothing else matters. That's what the dinner and lingerie and flowers are all leading up to. Otherwise, those things are worthless.
It's the lust, babe. It's the kink, bitch. It is the nastiest lingerie you have, and it's the stuff you bought just because it is so damn slutty. It's when a woman might want to pull her breasts one at a time to her mouth and suck on her own nipples if she has breasts that will give her this possible lustful kinky pleasure.. It's when she wants to feel her nipples stiffen between her red lips. She wants to feel the drops of milk start to trickle out of her breasts if she has played with them enough for the warm milk to seep out of her pink nipples and she will consider licking it up just for the nasty act itself, and she wants to be the one to taste her milk before she gives to a man for her first time, to know what it tastes like, and to know how creamy and hot it is, not something a man can give her. It's when the guy wants to feel a cock in his mouth, when he will desire that his asshole becomes another man or woman's plaything.
