by Matthew Lee
Jamul moaned and the spell broke.
Sara's face twisted with shame. Her hand came up to her mouth.
“Tina? Tina! Shit! What did you do? Did you put his cum in my mouth?”
Tina remained silent. Instead, she sank to one knee and opened wide and Sara saw that dark dick head slide across Tina's pink tongue. Jamul shoved another inch deep and held Tina by the hair. A shocked Sara looked ready to cry but Tina and Jamul ignored her. Tina bobbed several times fast, sucking hard, and Jamul groaned. People started to notice and Tina climbed to her feet as Jamul stuffed his hard-on away.
“I need to go home,” Sara insisted.
“Now? Are you kidding? I need this stud to fuck me. Can't we leave later?”
“No, Tina, now. I can't believe you! I can't believe this whole night. There's an army of guys on the couch that have seen my pussy and I just held another man's penis. I have his semen in my mouth! I need to go home and confess everything to Mike and beg forgiveness. Fuck! What was I thinking? You always get me in trouble.”
Tina looked at Sara and then Jamul. Something in Sara's voice helped her decide.
“Next time, hot-shot,” she said, dismissing him. “I gotta take care of my friend.”
He thought about trying to convince her but the look in her eye changed his mind.
Tina took Sara's wrist and led her outside again. The warm Vegas air felt cool against their sweaty skin. In the backyard Tina pulled up two chairs beside the pool. They sat. Sara held her head in her hands. She licked her lips, tasting salt, and thought she might cry again.
“You can't tell Mike,” Tina stated.
“I don't keep secrets from Mike.”
“You didn't really do anything all that bad, Sara. I'm the bad one. You'll hurt him for no reason. Blame me. I got you high and horny and things got out of control a little, but what really happened? Nothing. I'll be good from now on. I promise.”
Sara thought about it. Everything had been Tina's idea. Once again her wild friend had led her down a wayward path. How many times had this happened? When would she learn? Sara looked out across the pool. Tina does something crazy every time, she thought. But if I keep falling for it, doesn't that make it my fault?
For the first time, doubt crept in.
Did Tina actually lead me? she wondered. I always blame her, but did I want to do those things? Have I been blaming her out of convenience all this time and hiding my own desires? Sara grew increasingly uncomfortable. Suspicion gnawed at her. Maybe confessing to Mike was a bad idea. Better to leave everything unsaid and just stop doing things I should not be doing, she resolved.
When she looked up Tina was gazing at her.
“All better?”
“No, but getting there.”
“What do you want to do now, Baby-girl?”
Sara looked at the house and down at her hands. A breeze swirled under her short skirt. Her nipples stiffened.
“We can't drive like this. I'm too high. Let's go back and dance a while, without drinking or smoking, and sweat all this shit out. We leave in about an hour. Sound good?”
“Sounds great.”
“But don't ditch me so you can sneak off and fuck Jamul.”
Tina laughed. “I won't, Baby-girl.”
Tina spoke truly, although the girls danced almost two hours. Sara put earlier events behind her and soon they were laughing and sweating and having a great time.
As before, anonymous hands passed over their bodies as they danced in the tight crowd, but Sara was okay with it now. By the time they left for home, both girls were extremely horny. Tina crudely said she would go home to masturbate but Sara announced she planned on waking Mike.
“No fair,” Tina complained.
“Get a husband,” Sara retorted.
Mike heard Sara enter the bedroom but asked no questions as Sara's mouth closed around his soft penis. She stank of smoke and drink and sweat but her mouth was hot and wet. He arched his hips to give her every inch and Sara engulfed him with ease.
The image of Jamul's cock resting on Tina's hand flashed through her mind. She sucked harder. Mike's penis began to grow and she easily moved it around her mouth with her tongue.
Tina barely got the head in.
She shoved that thought out of her mind. She loved Mike and she loved his penis. He was now fully erect yet her lips easily encircled all the way to the base.
Tina struggled to take three inches.
Sara forced such thoughts from her mind.
His cock was so big. His cock looked sexier because it was bigger.
Once more she forced thoughts of Jamul from her head. She sucked harder and faster as a surprising surge of lust welled up in her.
Really, she insisted, size does not matter. Mike and I love each other. He excites me. He's a good lover. She remembered Jamul holding Tina by the hair and forcing his cock deeper. Tina loved it and so did Jamul. Sara reached for Mike's hand and placed it on top of her head. Mike held her and pushed his entire penis in. Sara's lips effortlessly traveled the length of him. She pressed them against his pubic bone. She sucked hard and swirled her tongue and slight disappointment tickled the back of her mind.
Jamul was so big Tina took less than half. I can take all of Mike's with room to spare.
Sara shamed herself for thinking this way. Mike was handsome and sexy. For the last time she pushed thoughts of Jamul out of her mind and focused on Mike and for almost half an hour, she succeeded. When Mike rolled her onto her back and moved up between her legs, she looked down. On his knees between her legs, Mike's penis pointed straight up.
Disappointment again reared its head. “Fuck!” she whined.
“You turned-on, Baby?” he asked, misunderstanding. “Me too. Don't worry, I won't make you wait. I'm going to give you this hard dick right now.”
Sara wrapped her legs around Mike's waist and pulled him home. His penis felt so good inside her. Mike fucked her enthusiastically and for the most part, Sara loved it. Here at last was exactly what she needed. It took her an extra-long time but eventually she climaxed. Mike had been holding back so once she did, he did too and they both fell asleep.
Tina called the next day while Sara floated in a steaming hot bath
“How you feeling, Baby-girl?”
“Slightly buzzed. Slightly hungry. Mostly guilty.”
Tina laughed. “Oh let it go, Sara. Big deal; you touched a penis. What if you worked in a doctor's office? What if you were a doctor? What if you were a massage therapist? There are a million ways you might have touched one anyways. It's not like you cheated. It's not like you put his dick in your mouth or anything.”
Again, Sara welcomed the comfort of blaming Tina.
“Yeah,” she laughed. “Only a slut would put a stranger's penis in her mouth.”
They chuckled together.
“That was a nice penis, though,” Sara admitted. “It was so big.”
“It was pretty big. Not the biggest I've had but decent.”
“Not the biggest? Jesus Christ, Tina. Whore.”
They both laughed again.
“I never thought of you as a size-queen, Sara. I have to admit your reaction to Jamul last night caught me by surprise.”
“Is that what I am? Figures they'd have a name for it. I don't know, Tina, it just looked so...manly. Mike's is the only penis I've ever seen and I was frightened of it the first time.”
“Yeah, big is nice. They look sexy and they feel amazing, but I guess you'll never know cuz you got married too young. Where's Mike?”
“Out in the living room, watching the game.”
“Did you fuck him? When you got home?”
Sara felt blood rush to her face. “Yes. The guilt sucked but last night was pretty hot.”
“You had fun?”
“I had a blast. I only told Mike about the drinking and dancing with you. He hates weed and I know he'd hate other guys dancing with me, much less palming their cock.”
“Yeah, husbands
are funny that way.” Tina choose her next words carefully. “Sara, be honest; did you wonder what that big black cock would feel like inside you? Did you fantasize about it while you fucked Mike? I fantasized about it. I almost went back after dropping you at home. Jamul is hot.”
Sara wrestled with her answer. She wanted to blurt an automatic “No!” but she never lied to Tina. His cock filled her with so many conflicting emotions she had not yet sorted them all. She searched herself and yes, buried in with so many other feelings she discovered a thread of desire.
“Okay, yes, but I never would. Ever. I mean it, Tina. Mike would be crushed.”
“Whatever. Your loss. More dick for me. You want to meet for lunch?”
Sara said she would and hung up. She finished her bath and spent time with Mike, who barely pulled his eyes away from the football game, and then announced she would be headed out for lunch with Tina. Mike told her to have fun.
As she dressed in the bedroom she caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror. Is Tina right? Am I hot? Sara couldn't see it. All Sara saw was a face that needed make-up, hair that needed shaping, and a body that needed more time at the gym. Tina was just being a great friend.
Sara selected a sweat-shirt and baggy shorts and headed out the door. She arrived at their favorite bistro well before Tina, big surprise, and ordered a sparkling water. The Vegas sun was already hot so she pulled off her sweat-shirt. Under she wore a black tank-top and bra. A few heads turned to watch her, but she missed them. Sara sipped her drink and waited for Tina.
Fifteen minutes later her phone chimed; Tina had problems. Her car died and the mechanic was on his way. They exchanged a few more texts and said goodbye.
Sara ordered food and ate alone. She was almost finished when she finally noticed the man staring at her. Now that she was aware of him, she realized he'd been focused on her for quite a while. Finally, she became flustered and set her fork on the table cloth. She met his gaze.
“Do I know you?” she asked.
He was an older man, mid-fifties, with thinning gray hair and a soft face. Black hair poked up from his shirt collar and covered his arms. Knowing blue eyes gazed back at her and seemed to be laughing.
“May I?” he asked, carrying his glass of beer with him to her table, not waiting for her answer. Beneath his short-sleeved shirt Sara noticed he had a little bit of a belly.
“I'm so sorry to intrude,” he offered. “But you are quite a stunning creature. I noticed your date did not show so as I'm alone too, I thought perhaps we could chat a while and enjoy ourselves and the warm sunlight.”
Something about his easy manner and calm confidence made Sara instantly comfortable. They were out in the open in broad daylight and surrounded by people; what was there to fear? He was clearly charming. Perhaps he had some interesting things to say. Sara moved her purse to make room for him.
He introduced himself as Reginald but asked Sara to call him Randy, like all his friends.
“Why Randy?” she asked.
“I used to auto-race, among other things, but a serious accident ended that and turned me into an investor. I retired over a decade ago and now just travel the world and introduce myself to gorgeous women.”
Sara got the joke. “Married women,” Sara corrected.
Randy chuckled. “Yes, I noted your big sparkling ring from my table. Married or not, you are a rare desert flower. But I am an old man interested only in conversation so married or not doesn't matter.”
Sara smiled. Their conversation flowed smoothly. Randy was a worldly man and Sara deduced also quite wealthy. He moved and spoke like someone who answers to no one and owes no one anything. She had her suspicions confirmed when he later mentioned his jet sitting on the tarmac at McCarran airport, waiting for him to tire of Las Vegas and ready to take him anyplace else. He listened to her intently, meeting her eyes and clinging to her every word, and Sara was surprised at how much she craved it. She realized her and Mike talked less than they used to and that made her sad, briefly, until Reginald began describing the Serengeti.
Time passed.
She finished her food and he ordered a bottle and as the sun moved across the sky they drank and talked. He listened to her describe her last business trip and her horrible flight when he asked if she'd like to see his jet.
Instantly on guard, Sara laughed on the inside. He's ancient, slightly drunk, and absolutely harmless. I fear too much.
“I'd love to,” she said. “Lead the way.”
Randy pulled a large roll of money from his pocket and dropped two hundred dollar bills on the table. He explained his car had the sticker on the window to get by airport security so he should drive and Sara agreed. When valet brought a black Bentley around Sara smiled again. Reginald continued with questions as he drove. The guard waved him through and he turned towards a group of building far down the runway. Parked in front of them was a silver jet with the steps already down.
“Planning a fast getaway?” Sara joked, impressed that Randy had spoken the truth.
Randy chuckled. “I called ahead.”
Inside the jet was spacious and opulent. Reginald explained every gadget and instrument and even offered to teach Sara how to fly. They settled into over-stuffed chairs afterwards and continued their conversation. For the first time Sara noticed how blue and clear his eyes were.
Sara scanned the interior.
“Do you sleep in here too?”
“Yes. I left the bedroom off the tour. Seemed too suggestive.”
Sara's heart skipped a beat and she had no idea why.
“Show me.”
Reginald gazed at her for a long second.
“Alright.”
He took her down a long hallway and opened a door at the end. Sara was dazzled. The space was surprisingly large with the bed taking up over half of it. Reginald had decorated in blacks and silvers, glass and metal, and Sara thought the room could use a woman's touch. She felt him move up behind her.
“What do you think?” he asked.
Her eyes roamed the huge bed and nightstands, the rug and lamps. She felt the heat from him on her back. He was close, but careful not to touch her.
Impulsively, she leaned back.
The thick tube of his cock under his pants eased between her butt cheeks and a small gasp escaped her. Next she felt his belly against her back and finally, his chest against her shoulders. Heat radiated off him and through her clothing. Neither moved. His cock twitched and began to swell.
What am I doing? Sara questioned, but she remained where she was. It took all the self-control Reginald had to keep his hands to himself. He was dying to touch this gorgeous woman but too worried she'd bolt.
Patience, he thought. First set the hook, then catch the fish.
Sara felt his cock throb against her firm ass. She had no idea what to do next. Randy made her feel special and important. He clung to her every word. His adoration for her was obvious in his eyes.
He broke first. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and turned her to face him, and then leaned down for a kiss. When her eyes closed his heart jumped. He held her and kissed her softly, sensing her crumbling resistance, and only when she began to tremble did he reach for her tank-top. As it passed over her head their eyes met. Sara was desperate for acceptance and the raw and naked desire she saw in his eyes thrilled her.
Randy gazed down at her overflowing tits. A hint of nipple showed through the lace bra and blood surged to his cock. He reached behind and flipped her clasp with a practiced hand and her bra sprung free. When she let it fall down her arms, her glorious tits were fully revealed and a hunger entered his eyes, sending a shiver racing through her.
He gave her no time to think. His hands unsnapped her shorts and with hooked thumbs pulled them and underwear down together. She kicked off her shoes and stood naked before him, goose-bumps raising as his intense gaze traveled her bare skin.
She still had no thoughts of intercourse. For her, this was the intoxicat
ion of adoration. Randy's gaze fell on her like blazing hot sunlight and she was thrilled to be wanted so much. He looked at her with such intensity, such longing, she found herself craving more and more. As each article of clothing left her, Randy's lustful appreciation grew. Her eyes were welded to his. No man had ever looked at her with such burning desire and Sara felt light-headed from it. This was better than any drug.
“Gorgeous,” he whispered, in awe. “Breathtaking. I've spent time with most of the world's beauties and you out-shine them all.”
His words and his reaction were exactly what Sara longed for. He probably spoke flattering lies but he said them so convincingly. Sara savored every word, clinging to the remote hope that what he said might be true. She exhaled fully and quickly sucked air back in. He ran his eyes over every square inch of her, reluctant to continue his pursuit because he would have to take his eyes off her.
She felt gloriously exposed and vulnerable and desired. Movement drew her eyes down and her gaze landed on his absurd bulge. No way was that him. Visions of Jamul flashed in her mind and curiosity heated her from the inside out.
Her hands trembled as she reached for the buttons on his shirt. His chest was hairy and she'd been correct about his belly. When she reached for the button fly on his pants she spotted her wedding ring and almost stopped and ran. She drew a deep breath but her hands remained where they were. Beneath his pants he wore boxers and she held her breath as he began to lower them.
His body hair continued until she revealed a dense patch and the root of his cock appeared. Sara's eyes were riveted to the wide pink base connected to his body. Faint blue veins lay just beneath the skin as his boxers dropped farther and more of his fat tube became visible. In seconds she passed what would be the end of Mike's penis, but still his underwear continued down his legs. When the elastic band passed the circumcised head, she found herself staring at a long and thick tube of meat. Hairy testicles hung behind it, granting his equipment a powerfully male presence. Her lips parted.
As she watched, the tube rose and extended, filling and lengthening and lifting until it pointed right at her. She was enthralled. He'd gotten hard just from looking at her! Sara felt incredibly attractive and wanted.
