It was a humid, windless evening, and my husband and I
have been entertaining his old college friend, Mike,
with rambling stories heavily laced with many bottles
of wine since early the afternoon.
Around 7:00 p.m. I could no longer keep my eyes open,
and weaved a zigzag line of kisses goodnight around the
table, and made my way to bed as the guys loudly droned
on about old times.
Although the air was stifling, I fell fast asleep after
stripping down to my T-shirt.
Some time later I awoke in a fine sheen of sweat.
Looking at the clock I noticed that it was 2:00 AM. The
house was dark and quiet; except for the soft snoring
of my husband, sound asleep next to me. My shirt stuck
to me as I swung my legs off the bed. I needed a glass
of water so badly, so I decided to tiptoe downstairs
and added a couple of aspirin for good measure.
In the kitchen, I noticed through the doors of the back
patio that my husband's friend Mike had chosen to crash
outside on our big hammock. Now, that's as mart idea, I
thought to myself as I moved closer to the door,
finishing my glass of water.
I nearly choked on the last gulp when I realized that
he was completely naked, laying on his back in the
light of a half-moon, an empty wine bottle on the grass
beneath him.
Even from twenty or so feet away, I could clearly see
his body evenly tanned and muscular, but not overly so,
a hairless chest, a lean flat stomach and, uh, a thick,
limber cock gracefully curving over his large balls...
and it was uncut.
Suddenly I felt a short quick twinge in my pussy. It
was beautiful in ugly sort of way. I'd never seen an
uncut cock before in the flesh, and I couldn't take my
eyes off of it.
After standing there for I don't know how long and as
if in a trance, I saw myself in the glass of the door
and I quietly slid it open. I felt the cool grass on
the soles of my feet, the cool night air caressing my
slippery thighs -- until I was suddenly kneeling at his
side...my eyes glued to his magnificent strange looking
organ.
Silently I glanced at his face. Asleep soundly. His
strong smooth chest rose and fell in a perfect sleeping
rhythm. My breathing was shallow. I felt my breasts
growing a little heavier, my nipples beginning to
sprout beneath my damp shirt.
I returned my stare to his cock, and the petals of my
pussy wetly blossomed. My mouth grew dry as if I needed
to drink in his raw cock...so primitive looking, so
animal-like, unleashing something in the depths of my
mind...something as raw...as primitive...as an animal.
Slowly I leaned closer, inhaling the delicious musk of
Mike's cock and balls, and my head spun...intoxicated.
The aroma made my mouth water, and suddenly I was
swallowing hard. My nipples were almost painful. My
heart threatened to burst through my chest.
Lightly panting...oh god... I blew a long, cool breath
through pursed lips over his strange bestial manhood,
and delighted in watching his balls slowly move in
their fleshy bags...causing his thick, veiny cock and
all to roll towards me...the fleshy hood surrounding
the head.
How cute I thought...it wants to play...it's flirting
with me. I adjusted my lips to blow the next stream
directly at the tip of his strange looking and handsome
organ. His meaty cock responded again, this time
sleepily raising just enough to lift the fleshy knob
off of his thigh, fattening just a little...the hood
pulling back just a bit to reveal a hint of purple
cockhead. My greedy pussy received another delicious
twinge at the sight of his slight arousal.
I couldn't help myself; I knew that I was crossing over
a barrier that might kill my marriage. My hand reached
out, and one long-nailed finger touched the skin of his
shaft lightly...just the nail, and teasingly, ever-so-
slowly, traces the thick ridge of muscle...all the way
up towards the partially covered purple knob.
I watched with little-girl delight and curiosity as his
prickmeat twitched again and thickened as if it was
giggling from my tickling nail...until just below meaty
his hood.
Mike suddenly grunted in his sleep and rolled over onto
his stomach, hunching his hips into the netting. My
heart skipped a beat as I toyed with the idea to run
away, to go back to my bed and husband and forget what
lay here in our big hammock.
Part of me said "my fun is over, go back to bed." But
another part of me had been taken over...and that part
said, "I must see this lovely organ in full bloom."
I ducked down on all fours to look under the hammock,
and was greeted with the sight of a half-hard cock,
neatly framed through one hole of net, his balls
straining through two others. I shuddered as a mini-
orgasm passed through me, untouched, making me pant a
little harder, my mouth open and wet.
And then I was on my back underneath him, his raw,
animal cock only inches from my lips. I felt dizzy. My
tongue slid out of my mouth as my neck strained
upwards, and I whimpered as I made teasing contact with
his delicious piece of meat...the tip of my tongue
lightly flicking at the fleshy opening of his
foreskin...teasing...burrowing...painting the bit of
purple cockhead that was beginning to emerge further
from the fleshy hood.
Mike was still silent above me, but my mind was
shutting down, closing out the world around me as I
concentrated only on the treat in front of me. My
tongue coaxed more of his glistening cockhead out, a
thin line of saliva connecting us, and his stalk
continued to slowly thicken and lengthen...until I no
longer had to raise my neck from the cool grass.
His raw purplish knob was now swimming in a pool of my
saliva between my teeth and cupped lips. I bathed it
lovingly, letting my teeth wetly slide back and forth
across it.
To my satisfaction on he reached his full length... a
thick, gorgeous hunk of cockmeat...firm and demanding
and my mouth was forced open to accept a few inches of
him. I clasped my lips so very lightly around his stiff
shaft, caressing rather than sucking, as my eager
tongue wrestled his juicy cockhead out of its hood, his
knob was a salty velvet balloon.
We were one now, connected cock to mouth. I watched his
balls move and rose slightly as my lips closed behind
his cock-knob. My mouth began to milk it...so
gently...almost chewing...nibbling. My head moved
gently side to side, like a lazy fish, hooked. I
burrowed my tongue into his cockhole, tasting his salty
precome, and my hands slid down my hips and meet at my
pussy...fingers of one splayed to hold me open...two
fingers of the other splayed on either side of my
tortured clit.
Finally he was so hard, no longer a playful organ...now
a demanding thing. I whimpered softly as I worked
myself slowly to orgasm, nursing on my mouthful of
salty cockmeat, drawing us both ecstasy, he in slumber
and me in a fiery blaze.
I could feel his pounding heartbeat against my tight
lips... transmitted from the throbbing cock in my
mouth. I could hear his breathing becoming more
erratic. The mixed fear and excitement that he would
wake and catch me doing this nasty perverted act made
me almost crazy with excitement, causing me to work my
fingers and mouth harder and faster.
My pussy made wet juicy noises as it opened and closed
around two fingers, my clit being raped by the palm of
my hand as I fucked myself almost violently. The still
night air is awash in my scent.
I was coming...building...my delicious orgasm... it's
going to blind me. My eyes were clamped shut as my hips
humped my fingers, and by reflex and instinct my mouth
sucked hard on the bloated cockhead of the lovely man
suspended above me, my tongue pressing against it...
drawing... sucking...
Then that beautiful tremble...that primal, slight pause
from a cock that was ready... The thought of what was
about to happen pushed me over the edge...and I came so
hard...hips writhing...mouth slackened as long, thick
streams of hot salty come filled my mouth.
Finally I turned my head, releasing his meat...
helpless inside of my own orgasm... and felt his strong
cock pressed against my cheek, pumping and retreating
as his seed gushed out and down my neck, and out of my
gasping mouth.
I tried to calm myself as my orgasm gradually subsided,
opening my eyes to see Mike's glorious manhood slowly
shrinking...his cockhead slipping back into the
slippery foreskin, shining almost silver in the dim
white light from the moon above us. It was still
dripping come onto my soaked T-shirt as it reseeded.
All was soon quiet again. Mike seemed to have slept
through it all.
I slipped out from under him and took my T-shirt off,
wiping up his spilled seed from my neck, face, and
shoulders.
Quietly I slipped back into the house, threw my shirt
into the laundry, and slipped back into bed, hotter
than before...but oh so satisfied.
***
In the morning during breakfast Mike was telling my
husband how well he'd slept. He said, "Boy, I'll have
to visit you guys more often, I can't remember when I
have slept so well. That hammock of yours in really
great.
I just smiled as I was cooking the bacon when I darling
husband responded, "Mike you're welcome to stay over
any time you're in town, I'm sure Sheila won't feel put
out.
He was so right about that...
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