"Cayla and Karen 01: Dan" by CraigOOL
Erotic Couplings - Big Cock seduces girlfriend
[Author's notes: Warning! This is an interracial story although with a Jewish/Italian crossbreed. There are strong cuckold themes in this story. If you need to give a lecture about faithfulness or STDs, give it to your own wife. This hopefully will be a hot enough story for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.]
My name is Kurt, a wide receiver built for speed, and I was fast enough to pin down a model pretty girlfriend before anyone else could get to her. Karen was that girlfriend, so pretty I even won a State photographic competition with pictures of her. Slim, trim, and slightly busty she complemented my life perfectly. I quickly learned that the girls in my grade were far from indifferent to my confident demeanor, broad shoulders, dark hair, and subtle athleticism. So they were always trying to get in between us, to cause us to doubt our love for each other, but it was unshakable.
Even when they told stories about Karen blowing other guys behind the gym, or fucking them at parties, I knew it was not true. Karen was as faithful to me as the day is long and besides, when they said those things happened, she was with me. But it did put a bee in my bonnet, thinking about Karen being with another guy. I decided I could handle it if it ever did happen for real. My sister kept asking me when I was going to ask her to marry me, and Karen's sister Cayla teased us both endlessly about it.
So as we go out for the evening, I am very surprised to find Karen dressed in a very short miniskirt, a crop top cropped just below her nipples - without a bra - leaving half her "C" cups out in the air. It is something much more like Cayla than Karen, but I just say "You look really hot baby.", and she smiles in response.
We go to dinner at at one of the better steak restaurants in town, and Karen quickly guides my hand beneath her skirt as soon as we are seated. I love the soft curls of her fiery red pubic hair. Being able to directly tease them all throughout dinner is fun as she wriggles in response and her pussy lips feel like velvet against my fingertips. The scent of arousal wafts up to me, and I smile to myself. I fondle her clit lovingly, just to wind her up.
We go to the concert, Emerson, Lake, and Palmer's "Karn Evil 9" tour, set up in the UNM basketball arena. There are pillars of speakers set up at the top of the arena, turning it into a giant quadraphonic surround sound system. We get stoned, I brought my best weed (everybody in the audience did), and we dance our asses off for two hours. Karen gets behind me and pulls my shirt up, then presses her bare breasts on my bare back and grinds against me. Her nipples are hard little pebbles drilling into my bare back, poking me like hot knives. My erection practically springs out of my jeans, held only by a zipper threatening to burst open, when she presses into my backside. We switch and I slide my hands onto her luscious globes, fondling her nipples while she bumps her buns against my erection, teasing my cock like I teased her pussy all through dinner. It is two hours of uninterrupted foreplay.
The exit from the parking lot in my car is also a parking lot of cars that cannot move an inch from the time Karen and I had left the arena parking lot. and Karen simply pulls down my pants and underwear and blew me. Her warm lips feel incredible, soft and slow, languid licks, sucks, and strokes, slurping in a way that made me feel like she couldn't get enough. The relentless speed of her tongue flicked over my cock, making most of its length slick with spit. Soft, slow, languorous make up for the hour long traffic jam. She edges me, over and over again, until my cock tingles with impending climax, until I nearly cry out from the urgent need to climax in her mouth. She wants to let it all out into her mouth just so she can taste it. I know how much she craves the taste of cum, so it is every bit as frustrating for her as it is for me to have to pull off me and stop, leaving me hanging on the edge of climax. Good thing too, as the traffic started moving, with the police taking mercy on us and interceding to direct and control the flow.
The trip back to my parent's house is very quick by comparison. I drive as quickly as I can. The lights of traffic flowed into our lane, then flowed away behind us. Karen sadly zips me up as we pull into the driveway.
My parents are gone for two weeks on an anniversary trip to Acapulco, Mexico. That would leave the three bedroom house all to us, except I have a friend, Dan Reubens, staying in the den on the fold out hide-a-bed, so we are almost all alone. Dan has been my wingman for years, a little swarthy, from being an Italian-Jewish crossbreed, with a great sense of humor. He'd just been kicked out of his folks house, and wasn't ever able to go back. That's because, as only his folks and I knew, his Dad walked in on him fucking his mother. I called my folks and asked permission (without telling them why), and they agreed he could stay until they came back. That would give him a chance to find someplace without being desperate.
"I'm just going to let Dan know we are back and want to be left alone for the night." I said as I turned left out of the living room, heading through the kitchen.
"Good idea. If he popped his head in while we were it the middle of things, you couldn't blame me if I did him too. Don't turn a woman on as much as you did tonight if you don't want her to put out." Karen teases back, as she follows me through the kitchen.
I reach up and tap twice lightly on the door between the den and the kitchen. I brace my hand against it and push open the door. It swings open wide. It doesn't have a lock so there was no way to tell us not to just come in.
Karen gasps and I take a step back, not as far as Karen does but then I am just frozen still at the scene revealed.
Dan is splayed out naked on the hide-a-bed, all my hard core porn magazines open, spread out around him. He's leaning against the cushions propped against the back of the couch, and he's completely naked. He is grunting and thrusting his huge cock into his hands, one above the other, the tip of his massive shaft sticking out above that. His huge cock sticks out before him like the top half of a spear. It must be ten or ten and a half inches, because the tip of my seven inches sticks out above a single hand. My eyes travel up his torso to lock onto a smug smile on his face, his eyes closed in pre-ejaculation ecstasy. Karen's eyes never leave the massive member he is stroking.
He has been working at the truck stop and has a beard. He was always swarthy and hairy, so it is surprising to me that his balls aren't bigger, roughly the same size as my own, but looking half the size they should be in comparison to his shaft. That massive, glistening shaft. He must have been using lube, or at least his own saliva.
"Can I touch it? Is it even real?" Karen softly asks from what seems like very far away to me, as she puts a knee on the bed, sinking into the mattress. The world is fuzzy and the line between dream and reality is blurred for Karen. She isn't asking for permission I realize, just checking if all the pot we've smoked tonight is causing hallucinations.
Dan gasps as if he had still expected to be completely alone and was unaware we were there, his fingers still wrapped around his hard thick member, and his eyelids fly open. I imagine he feels like he has been caught playing with a forbidden toy by the way he releases himself from touching his cock so quickly as his hands practically fly down to his sides. Dan's eyes snap open and he stares at Karen, the only person who has spoken to him, the red blush of being caught crossing over his face.
"Oh My GOD it is real!" Karen exclaims as she reaches for Dan's shaft and begins to stroke him with her right hand. Her cheeks blush a deep burgundy — or maybe that is my imagination too — as she moves her head down level with his cock to hold Dan's manhood up to her face to inspect its every inch, moving her face up and down the shaft. She softly grips his shaft with both hands and begins stroking it. It is as if he had heard her and wanted to say,'You may' by his releasing it, so he was giving it to her, giving her permission to stroke his cock.
"Karen thought we should invite you for a threesome. She had no idea how ready for it you were." I try to joke and cover at the same time, as I wonder if I've been set up.
"Can I suck it?" Karen asks plaintively, her face flushed and her eyes wide. I realize her question isn't to Dan, or to me, but to herself as she wonders if she is even capable. Karen slips out of her top and skirt, naked now to Dan's gaze. She is moving in on his cock again, and this time it will be more than a courtesy stroke.
Dan answers her, tenderly this time. "I don't think it matters what amount of experience you have. It will be tough the first time, but the beauty of it is that it will get easier every time after that first time for both of us. It will hurt, but not for long. Before long you will be soaring on the wings of passion and love like you have never before imagined. I promise." Dan nods yes as she makes quick work of swallowing the tip and stroking the full length of Dan's shaft with both of her hands. She hadn't really waited for his answer. She intended, somewhere deep in her feminine core, to be impaled upon it the first instant she saw it. I realize Dan's answer to her is all about fucking her. They are talking past me now, like I am not even there, both way ahead of me.
