CURIOUSITY

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...