Icing On The Cake!

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I was sitting in my car having a smoke before work when his message tinged it’s arrival on my phone. It had been four days since I let Billy fuck my ass in the kitchen at work, and while we hadn’t spoken a single word about it since, we had spoken plenty about work throughout the rest of that day.

But we hadn’t worked together since then. And while we hadn’t discussed our encounter, I’d certainly been thinking about it. A lot. Far more than a married woman should ever think about another man. In my defence, I’m pretty sure the gynecologist who performs my annual checkup has seen my pussy more often than my husband has. He talks about work stresses and all sorts of excuses, but surely expressing your ‘love’ to your wife should be a high priority, especially if you can still fit in a Friday night out with ‘the boys’.

‘Wyd,’ the text read. Fuck I hate lazy texts. How much time does someone add to their lives by typing ‘wyd’ instead of ‘what you doing’ or even, ‘good morning, have you started work yet, cause I haven’t stopped thinking about fucking your ass and my cock is rock hard and waiting for you.’

Worse yet was my pitiful response that I was just passing time until I started work in half an hour. Pitiful because surely I had better things to do than sit in my car and chain smoke until work started. But given the sad state of my home life, I really didn’t. And I liked to be early, prepare for any traffic delays, rather than running late and stressing out.

‘That gives us plenty of time,’ his reply read, swiftly followed by an address. It wasn’t far away, and to be fair, I’d been spending my days far wetter than I should while dreaming of a return visit to his cock.

With the car in gear, the engine roared, and I was off.

‘Wow, I didn’t think you’d actually…’ he tried to speak when he opened the door to me. But time was, once again, of the essence. I cut off his sentence by gluing my lips to his. He accepted this well, wrapping his arms around my petite frame and lifting me up to match his six foot three height. He was definitely telling the truth. I could feel his erection pressing up under my skirt, teasing the opening of my pussy even, since I’d left my knickers in the car.

The door was over-pushed, and after reaching it’s most open point, it banged hard against the frame, tightly shut. One of those things is exactly how I planned this morning to continue. I wasn’t disappointed.

Billy flopped me down onto his lounge and before I could stop him, his mouth and tongue were lashing away at my pussy. He mumbled something about wanting to do this the other morning or some shit, but that mother fucker had some skills and his words entered my ears like gibberish. There was nothing else but his tongue, and the smooth bristle of a young man’s beard tickling my labia.

When his finger reached inside me and like some trained puppet, immediately found my g-spot, I could feel my whole body start to give way. On the plus side, while edging me like that, he also found the opportunity to undo the tassel tie on his robe, as I discovered when I sat up.

‘I don’t have time for this,’ I barked at him. My hand found his shoulder and pushed out from between my thighs, and kept going until he was on the ground. I readily climbed atop, and as I worked the head of his thick cock to the lips of my vagina, I could see the look of confusion spread across his face. ‘Well we’re passed that now.’

I sank down onto his shaft, his girth immediately crossing my eyes and choking my breath. Billy tried to wrangle with the shitty buttons on my shirt, but I batted his hands aside and moved them onto my throat. He was a good boy and knew to squeeze at the sides, not on my larynx.

With my knees on his chest and his hands on my throat, despite how it may sound, I took control. He was my weapon, and I was going to use him how I saw fit. I rocked back and forth, getting the angle of his cock to massage my g-spot greater than his fingers did, while my clit rubbed hard against his pubic bone. Jeezus!

‘I wanna eat your pussy again. I wanna munch on your clitoral cake.’ His attempt at dirty talk was cute, but distracting. One of my hands wrapped over his mouth, the other pressing in on my belly, pushing his cock harder against my g-spot.

‘Oh fuck yeah, just like that, ‘I moaned. The look in his eyes told me he was telling the truth about eating ‘my cake’, but more than likely he just didn’t like not being the one in control. But when it’s been longer than a year since surgical ‘duck bills’ or a vibrator have touched your pussy, you don’t want to miss that window of opportunity.

Rocking on a cock is seriously the only way women should fuck. It hits all the right spots, and better yet, puts you in power. Billy possibly wasn’t even a good lay, but it was 1000% better than the nothing I had experienced for so long. I could feel my pussy dripping all over him, but I’m sure he loved that. I wouldn’t know if he did, my eyes were shut as I rode along the beach against the waves of ecstasy crashing all around.

‘Don’t fucking move,’ I cried out, both my hands planted firmly on his hairy chest, my pelvis still rocking against his massive cock. ‘Right there, right there…’ I’m definitely ashamed of my choice of words at that moment, but I couldn’t care. Orgasming on a cock was a very rare occurrence, and I was going to milk it (pun intended) for all I could.

Beneath my orgasmic moans, I could hear him follow close behind. I grabbed his shoulders and rolled back, his body followed suit until he was above me.

‘Not inside,’ I barely managed in my climatic haze. Billy withdrew that monster of a cock, and I felt the warm surge explode across the trimmed hairs of my pubic region. His face seemed almost pained as he drained his load against me, his incoherent words offering not much difference to that ideal.

Billy had iced my cake, and while it was a bitch to clean up, the fucking fluids he had drawn from me were well more than worth it.

I made it to work with three minutes to spare, but a glow that, according to my regular customers, lasted the whole day through.

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Pool time with the O.R.G.’s

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I’ve written about the O.R.G. boys before here: The Wine Glass Story, but for those that want the TL;DR version here it is:

 

I had a group of very geeky and perverted friends in college. We called ourselves the O.R.G. because it sounded like the word “orgy”. Tom was a tall and lanky Florida boy. Roger was our short and chubby rich friend whose parents lived close to the college, his mom was a professor at the college and we liked to hang out at his house. David was a short and built kid from New Jersey. Sam was black kid from Chicago who looked just like Steve Urkel. And me, well I was a freckly red headed kid from Miami. I was the only girl in the group perhaps because I was the only girl brave enough to hang out with these perverts. Also I’m a big pervert myself so I always had a great time with them.

 

During the warmer months of the year, Roger’s pool became THE gathering place for the O.R.G. I recall a particularly warm Saturday afternoon when we got to share the pool with Roger’s mom and her friends. Roger had invited us over to his house to have a swim, and just as we were getting into the water, his mom shows up with a gaggle of friends in bathing suits and towels.

 

Roger’s mom was a petite, five foot three, attractive Asian woman with a strong, extroverted personality. She didn’t have much of a figure, but she had beautiful, black, mid-back length hair. She was wearing a black bikini and an elaborate oriental sarong. Her friends were a hodgepodge of different styles and looks, they were all in their late 40’s early 50’s wearing very elegant and expensive swimsuits designed for younger women, but a few of them actually managed to look quite elegant in them, the others, not so much.

 

We greeted the party from the pool like good little girls and boys, then quickly swam to the opposite end of the pool to talk among ourselves. As was the case with the O.R.G., our conversation quickly turned perverted. The boys started ranking Roger’s mom’s friends from the most sexually desirable to the least; describing in lurid detail what they imagined their nipples looked liked, and how they thought each woman groomed their pubes, and if they had pretty or ugly pussies. Every once in a while they would steal glances at the older women before continuing their detailed description and deliberation until they turned to me.

 

“So, what do you think, Dee? Whom would YOU pick?”, asked Roger in a hushed voice. The rest of the group became silent. I had my back to the edge of the pool, the four boys surrounded me and got closer to hear what I had to say.

 

“Oh I would definitely pick your mom, Rog”, I said trying my best to keep a straight face. Up until now nobody had dared to comment on Roger’s mom. But I knew if there was a single member of the group who could get away with fucking Rogers mind up, it was me. “I mean, she has the perkiest little titties. I could spend hours sucking on her hard little nipples.” The rest of the crew started cracking up. Except for Roger, of course. “And think of that pink pussy. I bet she has tiny little pussy lips and really dark pubes. Or maybe she shaves? Does she shave Rog?”

 

Roger was not having any more and said, “Hey, that’s not cool, Dee.” The rest of the O.R.G. was in tears laughing at Roger’s expense.

 

I just smiled back, “Don’t be such a grump. I’m just fucking with you,” I paused just enough to see him break a reluctant smile. But then I added, “But why not her? I mean, if I was going to go down on a woman for the first time, she’d be a pretty fantastic lay.” I giggled.

 

The rest of the group made a V shape with their index and middle fingers, put it up to their lips and started making a licking motion with their tongues, mocking Roger. “Can’t you picture it Rog? Your mom between my legs?” I leaned back against the wall of the pool and slid my bikini to the side revealing my pussy to the boys. By now they had seen it a few times, and I was not really ashamed to show it to them anymore, but it always got great reactions from them when I was brazen enough to flaunt it. Roger was angry, but not angry enough to not fix his eyes to my pussy. The rest of the boys continued teasing licking their fake vagina fingers and moaning at Roger.

 

I readjusted my bikini bottom and splashed some water towards the boys, “You guys need to cool off!” I looked at the bulges they were sporting in their swim trunks. As expected, just a quick flash of my pussy made them uncomfortably stiff. Tom and Sam, both whom sported pretty long tools, looked particularly uncomfortable. Tom’s tool even started to peek out of the bottom of his swim trunks. It was a sight to behold, and I could not help but burst out laughing, “Looks like Tom’s trouser snake is peeking at us!”. Tom was not only awkward in appearance, but he also dressed strangely. Of all the boys, he was the only one that wore really short swim trunks. It was almost as if he was stuck in the 70’s.

 

“Fuck, dude! Put that shit away!” growled Roger, “My mom’s friends are right at the other side of the fucking pool.”

 

No matter how angry he got, even Roger had to acknowledge that there was no way Tom’s  member could possibly fit in his swim trunk while he was hard. It was just physically impossible.

 

Tom covered the tip of his cock with his hand, and looked ashamed, “You guys are all pitching tents too, so fuck off,” and splashed water at us. This started off water fight, everybody splashing water everywhere! I was completely drenched and trying to open my eyes through the wall of water that was being splashed on me when we heard, “Roger, honey”

 

The water fight came to an immediate stop, we all struggled to clear the water from our eyes and look in the direction of Roger’s mom’s voice. When I finally opened my stinging eyes, I almost burst out laughing at the sight of four guys covering their crotch with one hand, while clearing water from their eyes with the other hand, and trying to find the source of the voice.

 

“Can you and the other boys please help us move the chaise lounge’s from the sun to the shade?”, she asked. Her hands on her waist waiting for an answer.

 

“Yes, mom, be right there,” said Roger.

 

“Thank you sweety,” replied Roger’s mom and she turned quickly walking toward the ladies. I think it may have been my imagination but I could have sworn she was exaggerating the sway of her hips as she walked away from us.

 

I could not help but blurt out, “Damn Roger, you mom has a sexy walk.”

 

“Shut up Dee,” he growled, still trying to push his boner back down.

 

I moved between the boys and Roger’s mom and turned my back to Roger’s mom, so they were looking at me. I had the largest grin painted on my face thinking about what I was going to do next. I tugged down the cups of my bikini top, my boobs jumping out  completely out of my top and said, “Just don’t think about your mom nibbling on these nipples, ok?” I pinched my nipples between my index finger and my thumb, tugging down on them, and letting them go. Then quickly readjusted my bikini top as I walked back toward the ladies on the other side of the pool, to avoid getting splashed again by the stiff boys.

 

If I’d learned anything about my boys, it was that it did not take much for them to get erections, and once they got one it would take forever for it to go away. I’d witnessed the O.R.G. boys ejaculate multiple times in a row and still wait an eternity for their erections to wear off. This was going to be fun.

 

I exited the pool in front of the ladies, and sat on the edge of the pool ready to witness the show. The red faced boys slowly made their way towards me. Their hands still on their crotches. Tom went underwater a few times, getting his head wet and combing his hair back. David probably though that would help because he followed suit. However when they emerged, their face was still red, and their boners were still as evident as a horny erect elephant in the room!

 

“Tommy and Davey, please get this one and drag it over there,” said Roger’s mom pointing to a shady corner of the pool.

 

“Yes, Mrs. Tanaka,” they said in unison, walking towards me as I was sitting on the edge of the pool where the steps to exit the pool end.

 

As they approached the steps, I leaned forward, my left hand on my left leg, my right hand quickly slid my bikini bottom towards the right with my ring and pinky fingers, my middle and index fingers opening my meaty, inner lips and my thumb caressing my clitoral hood up and down slowly. They froze in their steps for a good 3 seconds catching the show, then looked straight at my face with pleading looks. They dove back into the water quickly, and as they reemerged, they washed their face and spent a few more seconds pretending to clear water from their eyes and ears. My cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so much.

 

They finally made their way out of the pool, walking past me, David walking ahead of Tom. His hands in front of his taught tent. He quickly made his way to one end of the chaise and crouched down to pick up one corner of the chair. Tom walked right behind Dave, using him as cover. But as he walked past me, I saw his boner had completely dominated his swimsuit. His massive cock had basically shoved the swim trunks up, exposing his cock and balls for all to see. He walked quickly to the back of the chaise and crouched to pick it up, using the chaise’s seat-back as a shield.

 

They picked up the chaise and held it very close to their crotches, using it as a hiding place for their boners. Roger and Sam were making their way out of the pool and I greeted them with the same show I’d given Tom and David. Sam smiled a toothy smile, tugging the bottom of his shorts so that they would not suffer the same fate that Tom’s shorts had suffered. Roger, who has the smallest penis of the bunch just used his hand on his crotch to hide his boner. As they walked past me I readjusted my bikini and turned to watch.

 

One of the ladies headed over to guide Tom and let him know exactly where she wanted the chaise to be lowered. I covered my mouth with both hands and my eyes opened wide. She did not seem satisfied and kept asking Tom to move the chaise a little more to the left or to the right. She was wearing sunglasses so I could not be sure if she had noticed or not. Tom, on the other hand had the reddest face I’d ever seen.

 

If they’d noticed, the older cougars sure as fuck did not let on. But they must have noticed and liked it because they kept the boys rearranging furniture longer than was necessary. I slowly and quietly made my way out of the pool, grabbed my towel and headed inside the house toward Roger’s room, where my clothes were. I took off my bikini, walked into Roger’s bathroom, and hopped in the shower to rinse off the pool water.

 

When I opened the shower curtain I saw all four boys waiting for me just outside the shower; arms crossed, boners stiff as ever, all looking extremely pissed off.

 

“That was not cool, Dee”, said Roger.

 

“Yeah, what the hell?” added Tom.

 

“We could have gotten in trouble,” said David genuinely pissed.

 

Sam just stood there shaking his head. He was the least angry of the bunch, but still not a happy camper at having his boner exposed to a bunch of cougars.

 

“You gotta admit,” I said softly, “that it was a kind of poetic justice that the ladies that you found so sexy actually got to see how horny they made you.”

 

“It wasn’t those ladies that gave us erections, Dee,” said Sam. “It was YOU, then you hung us out to dry.”

 

He had a point, and I started to feel a little guilty. “Yeah,” I was at a loss for words, “I guess you’re right. How can I make it up to you?” I looked at the angry and erect boys standing in the bathroom looking at me naked in the shower, then I got an idea. “If I got you all erect, then I guess I should take responsibility for that. Tom, close and lock the door, and stay quiet.” I grabbed Roger’s and David’s waistband and pulled them into the shower with me. I moved them behind me with their backs on the tiles of the wall of the shower, then I grabbed Tom’s and Sam’s waistbands and positioned them on the opposite side. I was now surrounded by my friends, their boners poking me from every direction. I turned the shower on again and knelt in the center.

 

I reached out and started to pull their swim trunks off. I quietly asked the boys behind me to take their trunks off and drop them outside of the shower. They were all following my instructions without hesitation and without saying a word. Up until now I had never actually touched my boys. We’d watched porn together, masturbated together, and had seen each other naked, but we’d never crossed the line of actually touching each other. I guess since I crossed the line of putting them in actual danger of getting in trouble I would cross the line in penance.

 

“I’m sorry I gave you erections and almost got you in trouble,” I whispered, “to make up for it, you guys can bukkake me.” I reached out at the throbbing dicks around me and started to caress and stroke. Without even looking I would tell right away whose cock it was that I was holding in each hand. Sam’s veins felt just like I thought they would. Tom’s turtle neck foreskin and his impressive length were unmistakable. Roger’s short and thick cock was impressively hard, and David’s super hairy pubes tickled my hand.

 

I could only stroke two cocks at a time but I saw that as soon as I let go to grab another one, the owner of said cock would start stroking themselves. I looked up and tried to make eye contact with each of the boys as I was stroking them. Pretty soon I could feel David starting to move his hips back and forth into my hand, and was breathing heavily and moaning. I leaned me head back, closed my eyes and released his dick. He quickly grabbed it himself and started to stroke faster and faster until I felt his explosion slap my lips and cheekbones. The force and warmth made me flinch. I felt him splash a few more times over my cheekbones and into my hair. I opened my eyes and watched his post-orgasm face. He looked satisfied. He stepped back and washed himself on the running shower.

 

Tom was the next to cum. He splashed his warm seed all over my cheeks and lips. Rope after rope of warm, sticky seed splashed forcefully onto my closed mouth. Sam was next, he was behind me so his ejaculation splashed on my forehead and nose. I could not tell if my face was warm from my excitement or from the coats of warm spunk that was caking it.

 

Roger was last, he was directly in front of me. I was making eye contact with him, caressing my tits and pinching my nipples watching him stroke faster and faster. Just as he was about to cum, I opened my mouth and let him shoot his first shot onto my tongue, then closed up and let him shot the rest of his cum on my face. I swallowed his sticky, salty seed not breaking eye contact as a peace offering.

 

I cleared the bulk of the cum on my face with my fingers. I licked some of it, reminding me of the time I drank their combined soup. I stood up and let the shower wash the rest of the jizz off from my face. I finished showering and they handed me a towel.

 

“All’s forgiven,” said Dave, still dazed from his orgasm.

 

I just smiled and nodded. We got dressed and then went out for pizza before each of us went to our own places. Funny enough, the rest of the night none of the boys brought up the events of the day nor any O.R.G. related topic. It seems that the tension had been all spent up.

 

When I finally got to my dorm room, I headed straight to my bed, stripped off my clothes, got beneath the sheets and fingered my pussy to orgasm three times. My roommate even stopped writing on her computer long enough to comment, “one of those days again, eh?”

 

“Yeah,” I replied sighing and fell asleep satisfied!