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Desperately, Daniel plowed deep and fast into her. His pace
was furious and the friction made her ache as he fucked her. The passion was
more then a simple fling, this was an uninhibited, primal urge taking control.
He slipped out and pulled Marla up and bent her over the top of the couch.
Daniel grabbed his cock and pushed it into her exposed ass, making her scream
in pain and unbridled ecstasy. The pure tightness of her virgin anus made it
feel as if she were being split apart, while he ground his stiffened cock into
her. She came with an intense roll of an earthquake as he pulled out and
spilled his juice onto her ass and up her back.

Marla’s eyes were tearing as Daniel staggered backwards. She
leaned against the back of the couch and slid down, feeling the warmth of the
fluids on her back. Her head was spinning and she ached from the sex. To her,
it was well worth it. She had a need to feel this way. She needed to feel desired,
needed, lusted after. Her body twitched and quivered as a warm glow filled her
inside and out.

This was forbidden love. A desire and lust not supposed to
be. But, she had no remorse over what had happened.

“Well, we better get dressed before your father gets home.
He’s probably pretty drunk again from the wedding reception,” Marla said, as
Daniel got up and struggled to bend over and pull his pants up. Daniel was
almost half her age and she had worn him out.

“I am so happy my dad married you last year,” Daniel said
smiling.

“So am I,” Marla said as she felt that wetness between her
legs again. “I’ll make sure to tuck you into bed tonight.”

Kyle rushed home to surprise his wife on their anniversary.
He had it all planned and wanted everything perfect. The kids were all going to
stay at a friend’s house, Trudy was going to be home at precisely 7 p.m. from
work and he was going to surprise her with three things.

A wonderful dinner (he was picking it up from the restaurant
on the way home).

A candlelit room setting a romantic mood.

He was going to be naked with a bow on his pecker and a big
smile on his face.

He looked at the clock and saw it was already 6:45. Once he
had the table set and candlelight flickering on the table he decided to get out
his secret weapon. A friend of his had told him of all the great effects Viagra
had on his sex life. Kyle wasn’t weird but did engage in some “off the beaten
path” adventures with Trudy to spark their sex life. He and his wife had toys
and other sex aides but neither wanted to depend on them. So he sat quietly
reading the label.

“Hmmmmmmm, take one tablet twenty minutes before,” he read
aloud from the instructions.

He sat there in a state of awe thinking how great medicine
could be, then read on. “Hmmm, sustain an erection for an uncertain amount of
time from 30 to 60 minutes.”

Kyle looked up at the clock above the fireplace and saw it
was about five minutes before seven. Time for the medicine. The label said take
1/2 to a full tab.
What the hell!,
he thought as he swallowed down a
full tablet. He walked around cleaning up the house then grabbed a beer and sat
down to read. He was enthralled in his latest Hustler magazine and could see
the Viagra was having a strong effect on him. He noticed it was 15 after and
still no Trudy. Then suddenly, the phone rang.

“Hello?” Kyle answered.

It was Trudy. She called to tell him she ran into somebody
and was going to be late.

After he put the phone down he stood up, and so did
something else.
Hmmmmm.
He was fascinated with it, so he did some tests.

He hung four towels on it and still no problem. He balanced
a broom on it. Used it as a bat playing softball. Put donuts on it and lastly
used the force and pretended it was a light saber. After thirty minutes passed
he was all worked up and hornier than a rabbit and it had become obvious his
wife wasn’t coming home.

He went upstairs into her closet and looked for something to
wear. Though he had hidden this fetish from Trudy, he had a fascination with
women’s undergarments. The feel of silk always made him a little more
uninhibited and was the reason he usually insisted on her wearing it to bed and
even during sex. He rustled through her drawers still having a hard-on that
wouldn’t quit. He decided to put on her red crotchless teddy and her high
heels.

He fumbled putting it on and almost gave himself a hernia
from the straps against his groin. He tried not to bend his dick backwards as
he pushed it out the front of the teddy’s opening. Looking in the mirror he
took some deep red lipstick and messily applied it to his lips.

In the corner of the closet he found a brown paper bag. As
he opened it he remembered ordering it after watching Nikki Tyler in a porno
movie and getting all excited and whacking off for hours about it. It was one
of those fake bottoms made out of rubber and supposedly had the feel and
texture of the real thing. There was even a picture of her for the pillow so
you could imagine it was her you were screwing instead of a rubber attachment.

Kyle had an extreme hard-on working and didn’t want to waste
it, so he figured he’d practice before the wife came home. The feel of the
lingerie made him horny and the Viagra had him feeling adventurous, so he
placed the toy on the bed as if she was bent over in front of him and plunged
his stiffness deep into the asshole of the toy. He attempted anal sex with it
because Trudy didn’t believe in it. He found Trudy’s vibrator in her nightstand
and decided to see what the big deal was so he slid it painfully into his own
anus.

He was now thoroughly stimulated and felt empowered by the
ultimate erection so he viciously screwed the toy. After a few deep strokes he
felt a tightening around his penis. He slammed hard into the anus of the
attachment and realized he couldn’t withdraw himself out of it.

What the FUCK?
Kyle thought and stood up with the
rubber torso stuck firm against his body.

He looked at the box and discovered a warning that a hole
needed to be cut at the base of the toy for disposal of the,
uhhhhhh
,
fluids. If there isn’t a hole, there is the danger of causing a vacuum and a
vapor lock, then having to wait for the erection to go down or go to the
hospital to have it removed.

Kyle was suddenly terrified. He tugged and pulled
frantically trying to get the fricking thing off. The extra pulling and tugging
only excited him more. No matter how hard he tried, everything he did seemed to
make it worse.

“What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

As he stood panic-stricken in the living room, the door
opened and Trudy looked to see her husband, holding a jar of Vaseline, standing
in a crotchless teddy, high heels and red lipstick, with a 12-inch vibrator in
his ass and a rubber fuck-toy attached to his penis.

“OH MY GOD?!?!?” Trudy screamed, almost vomiting at the
sight.

Kyle’s boss walked in after bumping into Trudy at her work.
They had discussed Kyle’s big promotion and she asked him to come over for
dinner as a surprise.

The loud scream and thud from Kyle fainting could be heard
for miles.

The hospital was able to remove the toy easily, but when he
felt the vibrator embedded itself into his bowel cavity and they had to operate
and do a sphincterectomy. Kyle can now fart and not make any noise. You’ve
probably seen him on Jerry Springer.

The long day’s work made Melissa tired. She felt exhausted
and her body ached. Sitting in front of a computer all day didn’t help. Her
eyes felt like they weighed ten pounds. She had her caramel French vanilla
frappacino waiting for her as she slipped into her flannel pajamas. Then she
parked herself in the la-z-boy for some premium chilling and relaxing. But
there wasn’t anything on TV except a few badly acted R-rated Skin-e-max movies,
and the TV flickering light through the dark, quiet apartment sent her into a
badly needed sleep.

Melissa awoke to a bright light shining in through her
window. She rubbed her face and scratched her ass, as she walked over to close
the blinds. Glancing across the alley to the cross view apartment, she saw a
very well-dressed man looking into a walk-in closet and tossing some clothes
onto his bed. Melissa was about to shut her blinds, when she saw him undoing
his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.

Interesting,
she thought.

He slid his tie up over his well-groomed, thick black hair
and pulled off his shirt. His chest was tanned with not too much hair on it,
and he was very muscular. Not overly buffed out but nicely cut.

Melissa found his unwitting striptease extremely erotic and
entertaining.
Am I wrong to be watching this stranger undress?
As he
unbuckled his belt, she knew she was doing the right thing.

His white underwear clashed with his tanned muscular legs.
She was hoping he needed to change them also. He turned around and slid them
down his legs, kicking them aside. The muscles of his ass flexed and rippled
making Melissa salivate. Walking to his dresser, he hung out in all his glory.
Melissa grasped her crotch in a reflex, seeing something so beautiful. He
wasn’t hung like an elephant, but he certainly had nothing to be modest about.
From Melissa’s point of view he filled out his boxers rather well, especially
because as he put on a pair, the tip of his cock peeked out the leg of the
shorts. Melissa found herself drooling as she stood motionless in the shadowed
window.

He put on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top that clung to
his muscular chest and walked out of the room.

DAMN!
Melissa thought.
I was just getting warm,
well, wet from watching him and he left.

A light went on in the next room and she saw him lying on a
workout bench. He started bench-pressing and she watched the strain in his
muscles as they flexed. He pushed the heavy weights up, making his blood rush
through his body and his groin swelled. Melissa licked her lips and her pussy
grew moist as the needs of the flesh took control of her.

He suddenly got up, and walked out of sight. Melissa groaned
in frustration feeling cheated. She was turning away when just as suddenly he
reappeared in the room and began working out again. In the doorway a tall,
slender Asian woman loosed her hair from the bun on her head. Her long, silky
black hair fell along her shoulders to the middle of her back. She gazed upon
the man as he pushed the weights up and down. She too admired his brute
strength.

The woman unbuttoned the first few buttons on her business
dress and walked over to the man. She said something to him that made him smile
and laugh. Melissa was not alone in noticing the swelling in his groin. The
Asian woman knelt between his legs and brushed her hand on his midsection as it
flexed, and then pressed firmly on his groin.

For a brief moment time stood still. Without moving her
hand, the woman closed her eyes, smiling wistfully as she felt him grow.
Melissa found herself swept away also. It had been a while since she had felt
the pleasures of a man.

Time began again and the woman pulled down on the
sweatpants, freeing the stranger’s cock from its confinement. He tried to pull
them back up, but she wouldn’t let him. The woman’s hair fell down the side of
her face as she lowered her mouth towards his proud, firm shaft.

Although the woman’s hair hid the sight of him being
swallowed from Melissa, she still felt as if it were her that tasted this
stranger. Her mouth watered and she found herself again lost in the erotic mood
of the night.

The Asian woman pulled her hair aside, and Melissa stared.
Transfixed, she watched the woman draw his large cock into her mouth, her
cheeks puffing as it filled her. The tip of the woman’s tongue peeked out and
licked down the vein along the underside of his swollen hardness.

Melissa felt a twinge of frustration, but she bit her lip
and squeezed her legs together. Her pussy started to ache from desire and need.
As she looked out the window, she couldn’t help but slip her hand into her
pajamas. The darkness of the room made her invisible, but Melissa felt as if
she were glowing bright red from the heat she had burning inside. She stared
intently at the two strangers across the alley and imagined it was herself
instead of the Asian woman enjoying this mystery man’s cock.

The Asian woman stood, letting the hardened penis pop free
from her mouth and pulled her dress up over her head. A black bra and thong
covered the sacred parts of her body. Her black stockings were held up by a
black garter-belt. The man smiled ear to ear as the woman turned away from him
and unfastened her bra. She teasingly flipped it to him and covered her small
breasts, acting shy. The stranger placed the lacy, black bra over his cock and
leaned back, relaxing and admiring the woman. She bent over and slowly peeled
the thong from between the cheeks of her ass. The woman’s hair touched the
ground, as she waved between her legs at him.

Melissa whimpered at the way his cock jerked at the sight of
the woman bent over in front of him. She moaned at the sight of the woman’s
lovely, small breasts and their extremely tight nipples.

The woman walked to the end of the bench where his face was
and straddled his head, so that her pussy was hovering over his face. The woman
gently caressed between her legs, letting him see her finger disappear into her
wet sex. The way she closed her eyes made it apparent she was getting extremely
hot. She lowered herself and he slid his tongue into her pussy, while she
continued to rub her clit. Her nipples protruded as she became more stimulated.
She found his stiff cock with her other hand and she pulled at it, while he
delved into her pussy with his snakelike tongue. The Asian woman’s face was
becoming more pale and awash in perspiration.

Melissa felt her own wetness burn for attention. The tip of
her finger grazed against the tips of her nipples as they strained against the
fabric. She became hot and beads of sweat accumulated between her breasts.
Oblivious to her surroundings, she let her pajama bottoms fall to the floor,
clasped her hand onto her labia and fondled the swollen tip of her engorged
clit. Her mind wandered and she tried to imagine what the Asian woman’s body
felt. She watched her fall atop the stranger and ravage his cock with kisses
and almost swallow the entire thick shaft. The extreme eroticism of her
voyeuristic encounter made it feel less invasive because they couldn’t see her
and more sexual because it made her free to explore this fetish she discovered.

Melissa felt herself peaking as she gazed out the window.
The Asian woman stood up and waddled down the stranger’s slick, muscular body.
His body shone with the heat from their encounter. The Asian woman spread her
legs wide and lowered herself onto the erect shaft that glimmered from her
saliva. She jerked and strained to not scream out, as the large, thickened
shaft vanished deep within her. For a moment the woman remained motionless and
only panted as she sat on top of him. Then, she looked out the window into
space and smiled as she wiggled. Melissa could almost see the woman’s pubis
constrict when she slid up and his hardness would almost slip free from her.

As she slid two fingers inside of herself and pinched her
nipple under her top, Melissa felt herself getting close. She wobbled as she
stood up, struggling not fall. She grasped the curtain and leaned against the
wall, as she watched the couple making love. The look on the Asian woman’s face
made her desperate to feel what she felt. The throbbing of a man inside of her
vagina and the essence of his loins spilling and spurting and filling her with
warmth.

Melissa felt her juices glide down her thigh. Seeing the
lovers’ intense pleasures made her close her eyes and picture herself being
there, having the stranger bury his cock within her and fill the void of her needs.
As her thumb pressed on her clit, she felt the rush of blood from her head and
came for what seemed like forever. The burn of desire made her feel overwhelmed
and naked. She collapsed to her knees and started to laugh at the trickle of
juices from her pussy. She felt totally spent. Her eyes glazed over and closed
from the strenuous release, then she finally relaxed and breathed slower,
deeper breaths.

Her vision was blurred when she leaned down to pull up her
pajamas and adjust herself. As Melissa stood up and looked out the window, she
saw the weight-bench empty and the lights dimmed. Nobody was there and she
found herself feeling a little uncomfortable with the effect this had on her.
She felt alone now, after having shared this with the couple of strangers. It
was exhilarating and yet, somewhat empty, because she couldn’t feel it for
real.

As she climbed into bed the inner peace and relaxation of
her body made her almost drift into heaven. In her body the ache was still
there. The ache for someone unknown.