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Phantom Fuck
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Phantom Fuck
[An erotic story by Deiter Pennmann]
Frank leaned back against the couch, watching the porno
flick intently. His left hand held the waistband of his
running shorts up for his right hand which fondled his
pounding, erect penis in a half-ass way- not quite
masturbation.
Like usual, Frank stayed home Friday nights. He had
offers from many girls at work to go out on the town, but he
usually turned them down. Since a rough break-up with
Tabitha eight months before, he did not feel like dating.
Instead he watched five or six porno movies each weekend and
quenched his desires by jerking off.
The 24 year-old was fixated on the images before him.
A naked girl with amply large and suckable breasts was
getting a slow tit fuck by a buff fellow with a dick that was
a good ten inches long. Frank wished he were a few inches
bigger down between his legs- a wish he shared with most men.
Frank looked around his apartment and made sure that all
his drapes were closed and the shades were down. When he
confirmed that he was safe from any eyes that might pry, he
scrunched his running shorts (the kind with the built-in
supporter) down past his ankles and then shook them off,
letting them fall in a warm, slightly pre-cum smelling pile.
Then he whipped his t-shirt off.
Lying on the floor, he concentrated intently on the
action on the 45 inch screen, all the while stroking his
hard pecker. It loved his strokes so much it was tearing
like an eye. In the film, the girl who had been getting
titfucked was now licking the cum that the buff fellow had
squirted on her face in a tremendous orgasm. She apparently
enjoyed its flavor. The muscular guy was joining her in
licking his cum off of her and also savouring his spleek.
Frank's hand motions became full-fledged beating-off at
some point when the girl got on hands and knees and took her
man up the ass. The two on-screen went at it for some ten
minutes. When they came, Frank did too. As the girl
squealed with delight as her partner moaned and pounded at
her anus, apparently ejaculating in her hole, Frank tensed
and felt his organs squeeze their fluids out of him. He felt
his cum blast out of his throbbing cock head and land in the
hair just above his navel. After he stopped stroking,
knowing he was spent for a little while, he scooped his semen
up from his belly and looked at it laying in his hand. Its
pearly swirls glimmered in the light from the TV. Wondering
if there was any truth to the girl in the film's delight at
the flavor of her mate's chism, he sucked up his warm spoo
and swished it around in his mouth. It was warm, sticky like
a deep-throat goober, salty, and a little bitter, but with an
electric tang.
The passion of the moment overcame him and he lapsed
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into a fainted state.
Frank sat up, noticing he had gone limp. The porno
movie had ended, rewound and ejected from the VCR. A quiet
blue screen with the time in the corner, generated by the
VCR, indicated many hours had passed.
"What the fuck? I fuckin' passed out?!- from an
orgasm?! My hand is better than I thought."
Frank looked around, rubbed his eyes, then realized he
had eaten his own semen; he tasted the raw, sexual aftertaste
of his cum.
He got up and switched off the TV and the VCR. Through
the overpowering smell/taste of the old jizz that lingered in
his mouth he thought he smelled a flowery perfume- one of the
big-name expensive brands whose name he could not remember.
He was positive he had locked his door before he settled down
to masturbate. No one could have gotten in.
He walked into his kitchenette. No one was there;
nothing was amiss. His dining area was undisturbed. Of
course the living room was empty. Only the matted carpet
where he had laid exhibited any sign that someone had been
there.
He padded into his bathroom, instinctively clutching his
dick and nuts in his hand, like some sports cup, just in case
someone was there. The smell of the perfume was stronger
there. But no one was there.
He went into his bedroom, the final room to be checked,
and prepared to see a prowler who smelled nice. No one was
there but the smell was strong- as if someone were in the
room.
Frank sat on the edge of his bed, looking down at his
limp noodle. He felt a puff of warm air; he looked up and a
gorgeous woman materialized before him. She wore nothing.
Needless to say he was scared shitless. He crunched
himself up in an instinctive protective posture.
"Don't be afraid, Frank. I am not going to hurt you,"
she said in a deep, seductive voice with a mild Scottish
brogue. "I am Heather. I have been traveling the earth for
centuries looking for lonely men like you."
"W-why? What are you? How'd you get in?"
"I've been sent by a djin- like a genie -to be your
companion for as long as you want. I am an `ethereal
concubine' conjured by the High Djin from the highest
headwaters of the Chiligong River. As for getting in, I
passed through the walls. We ethereal concubines can do
that."
Frank relaxed his posture, but hid his genitals with his
hands. She was the most gorgeous female he had ever seen, a
pure seductress. Had he not been as afraid and shocked, his
pecker would be hard.
"Come, follow me," said the ethereal concubine,
extending her hand for him to take. "Don't be bashful,
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silly. I've seen you naked before. I've been watching you
for weeks." Her accent and silky voice were slowly putting
him at ease. He removed one hand from his cock and gave it
to her.
When she grasped his hand, she felt warm and strong.
Suddenly he thought about her watching him beat off, watching
him take a piss, watching him shit, watching him eat his own
cum! "Don't be bashful or embarrassed. I think I know what
you're thinking. Nothing I have seen you do has offended me.
You're a lot like other men I've helped throughout the years.
You're dreadfully all alike. Be confident and strong." She
turned to face him directly. His eyes wandered over her big,
firm tits, down her firm stomach and to the close-cropped
tuft of brown fur at her crotch. Her free hand grabbed his
hand that covered his penis. "Don't hide your cock. I like
to look at it when you walk. It swings very nicely. May I
touch it?"
Frank nodded slowly, still in disbelief. She placed her
warm palm against his limp cock, not making any effort to
stimulate him directly. Her touch felt good, but he was
still too shocked to get it up. "It is very soft. So tender.
I can't believe it gets as big as it does."
She turned away and led him into his kitchen. There on
the small table was a chilled bottle of fine French champagne
and two tall, thin glasses already filled.
She sat down very gracefully, while he plopped down
clumsily. "To us," she toasted, clinking his glass. They
drank.
The chill and flavor of the champagne snapped him out of
his shock. Now he felt the tiniest bit of friskiness (or was
it horniness, he wondered) deep inside him.
"Yes, to us," he said, eliciting a hint of a naughty
look from his playmate of cosmic quintessence.
After the bottle had been emptied- most of it into
Frank -Heather tossed the 750 ml bottle away and led him into
the living room. Frank was no longer covering his tool,
which he realized unashamedly.
Heather stared at the TV for a moment. A hot pink VHS
videocassette materialized an inch away from the VCR, then
slid part way in, out, in, out, in, and finally all the way
in; the loading mechanism almost sounded orgasmic, Frank
thought. The tape began to play.
The two were seated on his couch facing the TV; after a
second of black leader, the film began. "Wet Dream of Genie"
it was called.
The first scene was a closeup of a fully engorged prick,
jutting out from a tight almost-to-the-point-of-orgasm
scrotum thrusting in and out of a familiar looking pussy.
Come to think of it, Frank thought, the cock looked familiar
too. The camera moved up along the coupled bodies. Frank's
face gained a puzzled look. The guy had a body a lot like
his- same build, hair patterns, fuck style.
When the camera came to the faces, Frank gasped in
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shock, then smiled and looked at Heather. "How did you get
us in that movie?"
"It's easy. I just thought it into existence." Frank
focused his attention back on the film. For some twenty
minutes the film showed he and Heather going at it in every
way. He was amazed at how often she went down on him in the
film. His cock looked almost desquamated from her sucking.
When it was over, Frank was hard enough to pile drive.
A clear drop of pre-cum had beaded up on his prick hole and
was about to drip away. He was also horny.
Heather leaned over and kissed his mouth, his neck, then
moved lower to suckle his breast. She rubbed her fingers
through his light chest hair, slowly following its path down
to his stiff dick.
She kissed lower and lower, arriving at his belly button
and tonguing it hard. Frank thought he would cum all over,
but he held back. His scrotum was drawn up in a tight,
muscular, leathery way, ready to withstand the pound of a
rough sex session. Heather's tender fingers gripped his
erection and held it tightly. Then she drew his dick head
across her smooth lips, opening them, then swirling his cock
tip around and around. When the top of his cock was rubbed,
his prostate groaned, and pre-cum spurted out of him. When
the bottom was drawn across her wet, ruby lips, a hot wave of
pleasure pooled in his lap area and spread to warm his whole
being.
She took him in more and more, slowly clamping her mouth
down. He felt her hot mouth suckling his main vein. After
playing with his cock with her tongue, she took the rest of
him in- to the hilt -then began going up and down over him.
Her elbows spread his knees. One hand held his
throbbing penis steady as she drew her mouth along his
length, using her tongue to rub his sensitive spots, and the
other gently massaged the erogenous zones of his scrotum-
behind the balls, the thin skin in the dense forest of pubic
hair, and the hairline where his sex organ protruded from his
abdomen.
"Heather, don't stop. Don't stop. Make me cum. Don't
stop. Eat me. Swallow me. Don't stop!" he begged.
So she stopped.
"Frank, when you beg for sex, it goes too fast. You
were seconds from filling my mouth with your pecker juice.
This pleasure should be prolonged for hours."
"Let me have you," he said, feeling his dick twitch; she
was tight, he was almost to orgasm. Pre-cum was pouring out
of his cock.
Heather leaned back on the couch and put one leg along
the top and the other on the floor. She was spread before
him, exhibiting pink slash. Frank dropped his face to her
pussy and got her sweat and lubricating juices all over his
face. He rubbed at her erect love pea with his nose as he
flicked his tongue out like a snake, tasting the pie.
Cherry- my favorite, he thought.
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Heather writhed in pleasure as he ate her out. She held
his head down and struggled to keep from moving her legs
around. All the while he felt his hard cock pressing against
the couch under his weight. He hoped he would not jizz all
over it; he was not sure if the cover would prevent his penis
mayonnaise from seeping through. For that matter, her
lubrication was quite substantial. Her steamy slash was
probably soaking the cushion.
Heather arched her back, clamped her legs around his
head, then came with a vengeance.
He raised his face out of her crotch, smiled, then wiped
her juice from his mug with his forearm. "Frank, you were
fantastic. I haven't had cunnilingus performed on me so well
in decades. You're awesome. Do me with your huge erect
penis."
Frank slid up between her legs and grabbed her tits. He
nuzzled them, sucked the pointy nipples which were warm and
fragrant, and licked at the valley between them. He felt her
hands searching for his dick.
"Found it," she said under her breath. She guided the
tip of it through her slit, plowing through, sending him
reeling and almost pulling his trigger. She rubbed her
clitoris with his member, smearing his flowing pre-cum all
over her pinkness.
Heather twirled him within her, sensing when he was
about to chism, then slowing to extend the pleasure. "Enough
Heather. I need to fuck you!"
Frank thrust his way deep into her slick, wet pussy.
Her grip was quickly removed, but she did not let her hand
stay idle. She rubbed between his butt cheeks, stimulating
his tender asshole, occasionally reaching to tickle the back
of his scrotum with her polished nails.
Frank's inward thrust made his nerves scream in
pleasure. His outward pull rubbed at the ultra-responsive
rim of the head of his dick, making his glands squirt pre-cum
and making his sperm mix with the pearly fluids which would
spew out all to soon.
He and Heather fell into an animal rhythm. Only the
quiet slip and slide of their genitals, and an occasional
low moan broke the silence. Frank felt like, among other
things, his head would explode. Phosphenes filled his vision
as he lost all strength. His dick hardened almost to the
bursting point. His testicles were drawn up into his tight
scrotum which was almost nonexistent now. A gland near his
asshole tightened to a point of maximum pleasure. Then he
climaxed.
It was like a summation of all pleasures he had ever
felt in his whole life. For what seems like eons he was
enveloped in an orgasmic high. As he came down from the
peak, he sensed his cock blowing his steaming wads deep into
the woman beneath him. His body hair was standing on end, he
was flushed, and his hips thrusted instinctively as he kept
squirting sperm.
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After more than a minute of laying limp and exhausted on
top and in Heather, he pulled his still-hard cock out of her
battered box. She pushed him into a sitting position and
licked him off, making sure to suck any residual jizz from
his sagging third leg.
"Thank you," Heather said, sitting up and swallowing
some of his semen.
"No, honey, thank you."
They snuggled for a while, gently caressing the other.
When Frank had recycled, his libido increased,
manifested in a similar way by his cock size. He pushed
Heather's knees up and took her in a sitting position. He
thrust madly, trying to reach orgasm again (always a little
more difficult after the first go). Heather struggled
against him, but only in a playful way. They shared a
simultaneous orgasm.
"Let me go down on you," Frank said, wanting to taste
her juicy cunt after all the action. Heather assumed the
position, though this time she propped her ass on a pillow so
he would have an easier time. Frank dove into her muff,
covering his face with his sticky cum and her hot juice. He
ate her out, swallowing whatever filled his mouth without
care. Now that he knew what his semen tasted like, he began
to like it- almost crave it.
After twenty minutes and three orgasms, Heather stopped
the playful boy at her slit. "Frank, I must leave you for
now."
"No, don't go. I'll do anything to keep you with me."
"No, Frank. I promise, I will come back tomorrow night.
We will share our affection again," Heather reassured him.
Frank stared at her wide eyed, with a hint of desperation in
his eyes- he was pussy whipped.
They stood, facing each other. Heather leaned against
him, kissing his chest. She looked up into his eyes then
gave him a sensuous open mouth kiss. She faded away in his
arms.
-Chapter Two-
/Saturday\
Frank reached over to the other half of his bed
expecting to find Heather there. His hand met only cold
sheets. "Shit, she's gone. Maybe I dreamt the whole thing,"
he said to himself, sitting up. "No, my dick feels like it
went through a meat grinder. She was real." He swung his
legs over the edge of the bed and rubbed his eyes. Now he
could smell the raw odor of semen that lingered in the pubic
hair at his crotch. Yes it was all real, very real, he
thought.
He strutted slowly, almost drunkenly, into the bathroom.
He looked at his tousled hair in the mirror, then grabbed a
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brush to straighten it. He turned to take a piss, but first
caught his naked image in the full-length mirror on the door.
"You handsome dog!" he uttered, cupping his dick and nuts and
giving it all an upward tug. "You fucked her good!" he
proclaimed, gripping his soft penis and jerking it. Then he
stood back and admired his body. He liked what he saw; he
was 6 feet tall, brown hair, blue eyes, with a good build.
"What would a girl would give to do me?... Damn, I'd do me!"
Frank pissed, vaguely imagining that his piss was cum
filling Heather. His thoughts wandered to his early teenage
years. He and an old pal back home wondered how much cum a
guy puts out in his life. His buddy had actually spritzed
into a bottle every time he masturbated and tried to
extrapolate from the measurement he obtained. Frank did not
remember the figure that had been obtained, but he was mildly
repulsed by the memory of seeing that bottle of sticky old
jizzum sitting in the corner of his friend's closet.
Frank stepped back to the sink where he took out his
razor and shaving cream- "No, I'll wait until later. Don't
want to whisker burn my bonny Heather tonight, do I?" He
showered, thinking the whole time of Heather and resisting
the urge to jack off his soapy cock. "I've got to wait for
her."
After dressing casually, he went to his kitchenette and
made himself a little breakfast. He happened to open the
cupboard with the honey dripper in it. "That might come in
handy. Later, though."
He finished, rinsed his plate, drank some orange juice
right from the carton in the refrigerator, then walked into
the living room and flicked on the TV.
He sat watching football all day.
Around four thirty he figured it was time to prepare for
Heather. He was not sure exactly when she would show. She
appeared late the night before. Maybe tonight, hopefully,
she would materialize earlier.
Frank stripped and went into the bathroom. He took out
his razor and shaving cream. He washed his face, then put a
dollop of the fragrant, soft shaving cream on his fingertips.
He spread it around his face, then proceeded to shave his 36-
hour shadow off. When he was finished, he liked what he saw.
He showered again, but did not dress again. He put on a
bathrobe- a plush terrycloth one, then went back into the
living room to wait for his fuck piece to fade in.
He was waiting for no more than fifteen minutes when a
soft breeze blew his hair out of place. He knew she was
there now. He turned and saw her clad only in a sheer silk
wrap. He could see the shadow of her whisker biscuit through
it. "Hello, dear Frank. How are you?"
"Heather, I've been thinking of you every second that
you've been away."
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"Frank, I too have missed you. You're like no other man
I've known." She emphasized the "known" to indicate she was
using it in the Biblical sense. "Tonight will bring many
surprises- I can feel it. Can you, Frank?"
"I hope to- I- I- I mean yeah, I do."
"Are you hungry Frank?"
"Well, what do you have in mind? I could eat- food
right now."
"That's what I mean. You can eat me later. I will
enjoy it so-o-o-o much, I know. What is your favorite food?"
"I like coq au vin. A nice white wine. Do you want to
go out?"
"No we cannot do that. I'm not visible to anyone but
you. We'll have to eat here unless you want to look like a
madman at `Chez La Grande Troisieme Jambe' ordering food for
two."
"Here's fine. Can you- you know?"
"In the kitchen." They walked into the kitchen. There
were two place settings. "Sit, Frank." He complied,
wondering where the food was. From an invisible doorway a
waiter appeared with a tray of exquisite and sumptuous
looking and smelling coq au vin.
"Monsieur, du coq au vin pour vous?"
"Y-Yes, I mean, oui."
"Mademoiselle?"
"Oui."
Frank dug in, never having tasted such delicious food.
"Heather, where did that waiter come from?"
"I conjured him. I can generate a maximum of two other
ethereal beings just by thinking them into existence.
They're not the same as me, as they are only temporary
figments of my imagination."
"Interesting," he mumbled, continuing to devour his
dinner.
The main course was followed by a salad, then dessert
which was an otherworldly creme caramel.
"Frank, I want to fuck you now," Heather said
straightfaced and with incredible seduction in her voice.
He opened the cupboard and took out the honey dripper,
then led her into his bedroom. He dragged the bedcovers all
the way to the bottom and let them fall to the floor.
Heather let her flimsy wrap fall to the floor where it
lay in a scrunched, fragrant pile. She slowly untied his
bathrobe, opened it, then reached in around him, rubbing her
hot body against his, biting and sucking his earlobe, and
stroking his lower leg with her foot. Frank gently lowered
her to the bed and wriggled out of his bathrobe. It fell on
top of her wrap in a queer metaphor for what was to come.
Frank kissed her hard, probing her mouth with his
tongue. His rod was extended and ready to go fishing in her
depths.
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Frank rolled off of her and grabbed the honey dripper
and removed the lid. A beehive shaped dripper emerged from
the beehive shaped container. He gingerly dripped honey
between her full breasts, on her nipples, at the nape of her
neck, and in a long streak down her stomach and into her
close-shaven pussy fur. Then he went at her.
He sucked at the nape of her neck, tasting the sweetness
of the honey and feeling the softness of her skin. She
emitted low moans- mere whispers, and her breathing
quickened.
Frank took care not to smear any of he honey on himself,
but in the heat of the moment, he managed to press himself
against her and goop up his chest hair.
He cleaned her off pretty well up there, then moved down
and slicked his tongue around each of her erect nipples. He
delighted in watching her tits giggle under the motions of
his tongue. He sucked her pink peaks, loving the feeling
when he pulled his closed mouth along her honey-slickened
knobs. Then he dove between the Himalayan bulges of her
chest and fucked around in there. It was much messier here;
the honey did not lick up as easily.
Frank moved up and straddled Heather. She pressed her
tits together and whispered, "titty fuck me." He put some of
his weight on her stomach, filling the crack of his ass with
honey, smearing it on his scrotum, and making a big mess out
of everything. Then he inserted his very hard prick between
her mashed breasts and began thrusting away. When he pushed
forward, seeing his dick emerge on the other side, honey
coated and throbbing, Heather stuck her tongue out far and
licked away a tiny drop of pre-cum from the tip. Then she
tipped her head forward more and was able to suck his whole
dick head into her mouth. She played with it, then let it
out of her mouth.
He pulled backwards, causing enough pleasure to make
himself let out an uncontrollable moan. Then he thrust back
in. Again she gave him head. He pulled back slowly, mixing
his pre-cum with the lubricating honey between her bangers,
moaned again, then pushed forward. Again she mouthed his
throbbing stallion prick. This pattern continued for a long
time.
Frank stopped the tit fuck long before orgasm, though he
realized the bowstring was pulled tight and his hot, gooey
arrow was almost ready to fly. He got back to licking up the
honey. He cleaned her up pretty well between the tits,
tasting his salty, clear fluids mingled with her sweet sweat
and the honey. Then he slid down to her belly button and
began making long lapping strokes from there up to the base
of her tits. When he did this, the thick honey covered his
already sticky face and dripped all over her, the bed and
onto his chest.
He worked lower and lower until he was in the candy-
tasting, honey soaked, close cropped pubic triangle. He
sawed back and forth with his tongue, loving the sweetness.
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Heather was rocking slowly in an effort to ease her pain-
pleasure. Frank thumbed open her vulva and ate her pussy
deeply. Her erect clitoris throbbed in sync with her
pounding heart, mimicking the throbbing of Frank's penis. He
nibbled gently at the tender, pink erectile organ. Heather
began panting hard. Frank sensed her muscles tensing, her
orgasm arriving like a screaming freight train. He
ceaselessly mouthed her clit, using his fingers too. She sat
up, grabbing his shoulders, hunching over him as her crotch
steamed in wild orgasm. Frank felt her pussy walls secrete
more and more juice.
"That was too wonderful," she said, trying to slow her
rapid breathing. "I must pay you back!"
Heather got him to lie down. "All this honey! It has
to come off." She rubbed her fingers through his matted
chest hair, scratching his flesh lightly in large swirls,
going ever lower. His cock was thoroughly coated with slick
honey. She noticed this and grasped it in her slender hand.
She drew her hand, slowly, up and down, making sure to twist
her hand a little when she was at its head.
She repositioned herself between his legs and continued
masturbating him. She got both hands in on the action,
grabbing him and pulling it off, switching hands and pulling
it off. A unidirectional jerk off was something he had never
had done to him. It was ecstasy.
After inducing a substantial amount of pre-cum from him,
which she drew away from his dick tip in thin, clear, bonding
strands, she decided he had had enough of this. She bent
down and took his cock head in her lips. She slowly worked
it in, then began a fucking motion, alternating a deep throat
with a kiss of the deep-red pounding tip of his dork. She
was really getting into it and fully intended to make him cum
in her mouth.
"I want to cum in your face, Heather,"
"Your wish is my command, Frank!" Heather felt his dick
get very rigid; the veins in it swelled, which she could feel
with her mouth; it got hotter as the blood engorged it, which
she felt as a pleasant warmth on her palate. Frank held his
breath, letting a squeak of air escape his lungs. Heather
held his tight scrotum, feeling his nuts draw upward. She
knew he was about to blow pearly gobs of hot man wax.
Heather slowly slid his dick out of her mouth and fingered
its underside tenderly. Frank gasped. Both of them felt the
pulse travel down his cock.
Then he chismed all over her lovely face. His thick
wads spewed out. She closed her eyes, smiled, and let him
shower her all over. The swirling white beads clung to her
nose, forehead, and her wet lips.
When he had stopped, she fingered a remnant stringy glop
of cum from his slumping penis. He grabbed her hand and drew
it to his mouth and sucked his cum off of it. Then he leaned
forward and began licking the rest of his semen off her face.
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"No, let me eat it. Cum has a flavor I savour," she
insisted. She wiped her face fairly clean and slurped up the
spleek, swishing it, loving it, then swallowing it. Frank
was somewhat disappointed because he had grown partial to the
flavor of his blow and the act of eating it really turned him
on.
Heather began licking the honey from his body, but, as
his efforts were before, neither was too clean.
"We're not pussycats. Licking just won't cut it. We
need a shower. Will you join me?"
"Yes. I will," she agreed and followed him into the
bathroom. He drew warm water from the tap, then stepped in,
holding her hand as she followed him in daintily.
He bent over to pull up on the shower valve. Heather
grabbed his ass, spread the cheeks and began tonguing his
asshole. This was something he had never, ever had done to
him. He had been accidentally "massaged" there in the course
of other sexual pursuits, but this was a completely
different, very stimulating sensation.
"Don't stop," he begged. She didn't. He grabbed a bar
of soap and lathered up his hands, then me began stroking his
wet cock. Never had jerking-off felt so fulfilling.
Frank came hard, strong and fast, producing a meager wad
which fell from his cock, rather than shot out. He realized
his glands were pretty empty from two nights of passionate
sex. "An orgasm, wet or dry, is still an orgasm," he
whispered to himself.
Heather didn't stop when he came. She continued the
anal massage until, just a few seconds later, he had a second
orgasm, completely induced from the derriere. He hadn't
thought it possible, but it still felt terrific.
They showered clean, each soaping and scrubbing the
other. Frank took his lime green scrub brush and rubbed
Heather's pussy with it until she almost lost her balance in
orgasm. By then, she was hot and wet inside and Frank had
himself hard again. He pushed her against the cool, wet
tile, spread her legs, and speared her with his bucking
sword. He thrust at her, intruding into her loins to the
hilt of his hot member. Their height difference was such
that his cock rubbed her clit hard; she was weakened by his
motions.
Heather held onto him and picked her legs up and wrapped
them around him. All the while he was pumping her hard.
She nibbled at his shoulder and bit at his earlobe as
she took his huge slider deep up her twat. "Don't stop
Frank. I want you to make me come."
And Frank didn't. He persisted, resisted, and twisted.
Heather came twice before he blew cum way up in her slash.
They ended their coitus, showered clean, then stepped
out.
"Frank, I have to go soon. But first, I'd like to give
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you a massage. It'll be some good holistic therapy."
"Therapy? I'm not sick in any way."
"Well, you undergo a lot of stress when I'm gone. Let
me relax you."
"Okay, Heather." He stepped into the bedroom and
noticed his bed had been made with clean sheets. He looked
at Heather.
"I cleaned them while we were in the shower," she
answered in response to his unspoken question. "Lie down."
He complied and was treated to an outstanding massage.
She started at his temples, relaxing his head muscles and his
eyes. She worked down to his neck and shoulders, kneading
his muscles free of all tension. Slowly she worked down to
his back, knuckling his tightened body and rubbing away all
tension. There she lingered, sensing his breathing was
slowing.
Down to his buttocks her massage worked its magic. His
thighs and legs slipped through her fingers which seemed to
whisk away stress and tension.
By the time she reached his feet, Frank was fast asleep.
"Poor boy. I tired you out. I shall return tomorrow evening
with a surprise for you."
-Chapter 3-
/Sunday\
He awakened in the early afternoon. "Man, I must have
been really tired," he thought. Again he wondered if, maybe,
he had imagined everything. But when he looked at the floor,
he saw that she had left her silk wrap lying on there.
Apparently she had not noticed it since it was partially
masked by his crumpled bathrobe.
He picked it up and smelled it. It held her sweet odor
and that of her sexy perfume. He wondered where she went
during the time she disappeared. He made a mental note to
ask her later.
Frank showered and shaved, then bummed around the
apartment.
At five o'clock he fixed himself a small dinner. He
finished it by quarter to six and cleaned up. He became a
little worried. She had shown up by this time the night
before. He wondered what was detaining her.
There's no choice but to wait for her, he thought. He
plopped down in a comfy chair and picked up a magazine. It
happened to be a porno mag, one he had purchased when he
rented the porno movies on Friday after work. Somehow the
images of cheap women and ugly guys with gnarled cocks didn't
stimulate him after the real thing.
While enraptured by a sex story, Heather materialized.
"Frank, here I am," she said, making him jump. She was
dressed in a sexy Italian miniskirt.
"I've been waiting for you. What kept you?"
"I've been watching you for the past hour. I was
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dildoing myself in the corner while I watched you. You make
me so horny. But something would make me hornier and be a
good experience for you."
"What? I'll do anything."
"I want to watch you have sex with a man."
"No way. I don't think that would be right."
"Well, Frank, hear me out. Not just any man. I want to
watch you fuck yourself."
"I'll jerk off for you any time. I like doing that. I-
I like you better, much better, though."
"Frank," she whispered, strutting up to him, beginning
to undo the buttons on his shirt, "I'm going to make an exact
duplicate of you named Kevin. He will be like you in every
way except for his name and for his composition. He will be
made of cosmic quintessence like me."
"I don't know. I don't think so."
"Frank, do it... for me," she purred, rubbing his
exposed chest and kissing his forehead.
"Okay. But I concede reluctantly."
"Thank you. I'll be watching. Tomorrow night will be
the best time you'll ever know." She turned and walked
towards the wall, obviously intending to disappear, but
stopped. "Kevin will be along in a few minutes. He is like
you in every way, remember, but not as inhibited. If you
don't fuck him, I won't be back for a month."
Frank watched her fade into the wall. He knew she was
watching, but from which vantage point was anyone's guess.
He sat back, thinking of her gorgeous body and how great she
was at sex. Now she wanted him to be perverse; at least he
always thought of what she commanded as perverted. He was
nervous.
There was a crackle, a big spark and then the pungent
odor of ozone in the air. When Frank turned to look, there
he stood. Like a perfectly identical twin, Kevin was a
flawless copy of Frank.
"Frank, I'm Kevin," the manifestation said in a voice
exactly like Frank's.
"Pleased to meet you," Frank answered, shaking the guy's
hand.
Frank acquainted himself rather quickly, naturally,
with his look-alike. Kevin was almost exactly like him
except he seemed less inhibited about fulfilling Heather's
wish.
Kevin wore jeans and a polo shirt. Frank realized he
had the same outfit, though he hadn't worn it in a few weeks.
Kevin was aggressive; he sat next to Frank- closer than
Frank would have felt comfortable with if he were not with
his exact double.
"Frank, do you remember saying that you would `do me'
yesterday before you showered?"
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"Well, sort of. How did you know?"
"We share the same memories up until the time I appeared
here. Remember we're almost exactly the same."
"Now, at Heather's wish, we have to share a sexual
experience. Think of it as masturbation. You like that- I
know. I like it. We do it every day; sometimes twice."
Frank conceded. He kissed Kevin/himself gently on the
cheek. He smelled the same after shave he wore. The scent
often turned him on. Now, smelling it on Kevin raised his
level of arousal.
The peck on the cheek quickly turned to serious necking.
Frank began to enjoy himself. Kevin did nothing which could
not be anticipated. We do think alike, Frank realized.
Kevin finished the unbuttoning Heather had started.
Frank reciprocated by pulling Kevin's shirt off. Frank was
shocked again to see how exact Kevin was; his chest hair grew
the same- something few guys share; everyone is different.
His double's touch was strong and deliberate- more so
than Heather's. It was like he wished he could touch himself
when beating off, but because he had only two hands it was
not possible.
Kevin reached down Frank's pants. "Frank, pal, you're
not getting hard. Feel me," he said, grabbing Frank's wrists
and making him feel the stiff cock he had within the
confines of his jeans.
Frank suddenly got turned on. Everything felt the same
as when he touched himself.
Rather quickly the two got fully naked. Kevin reassured
his double that everything was okay. "No inhibitions. This
feels good," he said. Kevin took Frank's cock in his mouth,
sucking it until his mouth was filled with hot semen.
"Suck me now, Frank." Frank convinced himself that
Kevin was so like him that he was simply jerking off. Now he
had the opportunity to do what he always wanted- give himself
a blow job.
He bent forward and stroked Kevin's penis in the way he
did when he masturbated, making sure to adequately rub the
scrotum and wiggle the balls around. "You're the same as me;
the same dick size."
"Right. Suck me hard."
Frank took his twin's penis into his lips, feeling the
warmth of the pounding stiff member. He tasted salty pre-cum
that had the exact same flavor as his. For all intents and
purposes it was. Kevin was gyrating his hips slowly, just
like Frank did when jerking off, and taking gasping breaths,
just like Frank.
"Take me to the hilt!" Kevin pleaded. Frank complied
and took as much of Kevin's erect dick in as he could without
choking. He clamped down on the almost-orgasmic stiff dork,
and began an up-down mouth fuck.
It took only a dozen or so strokes to set Kevin off.
Frank took a mouthful of hot semen that tasted just like and
had the precise consistency of his own. He swallowed.
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"Beautiful. Thank you Frank," Kevin said. "Fuck me up
the ass now."
Frank considered objecting, but decided that he had gone
this far, he might as well not turn back. He went to his
medicine cabinet and got a jar of Vaseline and slicked up his
prick, then he bent Kevin over and fucked him up his tight
rosebud. The heat was tremendous in the nether regions of
Kevin's body. The pressure of muscular flesh fought his
thrusts, only serving to turn him on more. He felt Kevin's
prostate twitch. He pumped hard and came explosively.
Frank figured his turn was next, but Kevin said he did
not want to buttfuck Frank. "I must go now." Before Frank
could respond there was a crack of electricity and Kevin was
gone.
Frank showered and went to bed. "Work tomorrow," he
noted."
-Chapter 4-
/Monday\
All day Monday he was obsessed with Heather's return
that night. He could hardly concentrate at the spreadsheet
he was working on. He realized he had typed Heather's name
into a few cells. "Crap, I better perform a global
search..." He realized he had entered her name dozens of
times throughout it.
It took him all day just to finish what usually took him
only a couple of hours to get done. He was glad his boss was
on vacation; to see one of his best workers working at a
snails pace would not be good for Frank's chances at a raise
or promotion.
Frank saw five roll around and immediately headed home.
On the way out Ted, a jerk-off co-worker met him in the
elevator.
"Looking a little tired there Franky. Hard weekend?
Hard? Say I heard you turned down Debby's offer for a date
Friday. What's the matter? Don't like girls?" Ted teased.
Frank was infuriated; Ted had struck a sensitive chord.
Did his homosexual experience with himself show on his face
some way? "Ted: Fuck you," he seethed, kicking the asshole
in the balls. The elevator opened, Frank stepped out,
leaving Ted writhing in pain.
Frank drove home in a rage. The only thing that would
alleviate his strain was Heather. He hoped she would be home
waiting for him.
And she was. She wore only an apron and was putting
dinner on the table. She hadn't cooked it; she had conjured
it from somewhere.
"Tough day, Frank?"
"I couldn't stop thinking of you, Heather baby. I can't
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wait to lay you."
"Later, my dear, after we eat." There was a pause as
they both sat down to a filet mignon. "So, how was Kevin?"
Her question struck a dissonant chord with him.
"Okay. It was weird. I only did it so you wouldn't
leave me. It's not something I enjoyed."
"You loved it, you fool!" she said with a smile.
"Well, it felt decent. His ass was no match for your
cunt."
"Thank you for the compliment. That's nice to know."
They ate heartily, then retreated to the bedroom. There
Heather stripped Frank out of his suit. He untied her apron
with his teeth.
"Frank, I have another surprise."
"What is it now?"
"Tonight we have a threesome." A young-looking guy
materialized from nowhere. "Meet Ron."
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Frank," the well-
built blond man said.
"Yeah."
Ron removed his clothes and laid them neatly on a chair.
He strutted up to Heather at which time she went down on him
and sucked him hard. Frank felt a little left out.
"Join me," she said. Frank knelt at Ron's crotch with
her and nibbled at the parts of Ron's pounding penis that
were not in Heather's mouth. This lasted a while. Heather
took the orgasm in her mouth, then grabbed Frank's head and
kissed him hard, moving Ron's hot semen from her mouth to
his. Frank swallowed it.
Now it was Frank's turn. Heather began blowing him as
Ron massaged Frank' body, kissed him tenderly, and did as
Frank did: mouthing whatever hot stud wasn't in Heather's
nimble lips.
Frank cummed in a megaorgasm that made his spunk ooze
out of his woman's lips. She and Ron licked up the spill.
Heather laid on her side. Ron got behind her and
reached his thick, red, thumping rod between her creamy legs
and entered her slot from behind. Frank got in front of her
and slid his dick into her full box. Then he and Ron began
gently thrusting.
Heather moaned as two bucking plows sowed her grassy
field. Frank loved how tight it was with Ron in her too. he
could feel the heat of Ron's cock and the rippling bumps in
it as it slid back and forth against his. Their cock heads
meshed, wetting the other with their clear juices, and ground
at each other.
Ron felt similarly.
Ron, who had been fairly silent up until now, began
breathing heavily through his teeth, squinted his eyes and
grabbed Heather's tits from behind. Frank knew what was
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happening. He felt Ron's cock jerk, then felt the tight
confine's of Heather's vagina get hot, gooey and sticky.
Ron pulled his semen covered cock out of Heather. Frank
stayed in, wanting to come in her. The absence of Ron was
like going from indoors to outside in terms of volume- at
least it felt like that.
Ron's cum provided too much lubrication. It was like
masturbating with too much Vaseline; The stimulation dropped
exponentially. But Frank persisted.
She dried up a little bit after Frank kept thrusting.
Ron was lying next to Heather, playing with his limp cock.
Soon enough he felt his orgasm approaching.
His thrusts got deeper and faster. He rubbed her clit
with every stroke. Heather shared a simultaneous orgasm with
him. He spewed his seed deep into her, mixing his cum with
Ron's and with Heather's muff dew. In her was a thick,
genetic stew.
Frank slid his decreasing erection out of her steaming,
stretched slit. His penis was slimed with Ron's ectoplasmic
chism and Heather's phantasmic honey. Heather bent over him
and licked him off. Ron watched her and got hard again. He
took the opportunity to fuck her up the ass. He laid on top
of her and slid himself into her tender hole.
Frank felt the weight of her and him on him. He
carefully pulled out of her mouth, letting her lie completely
flat, and stood beside the bed. Heather was enraptured by
the sensations in her butt. Ron was enjoying himself. Frank
saw no choice but to plug the only exposed hole.
He knelt between Ron's legs (Heather's too), and spread
the hairy cheeks before him. A hair-shrouded puckered
asshole stared at him. Frank saw Ron's baggy scrotum
wagging between his legs. He was taking his time.
"Fuck me, Frank," Ron said, looking back.
A jar of Vaseline appeared next to Frank, courtesy of
Heather. He opened it and smeared his hard prick with it,
then he leaned forward and slid the head of his dick into
Ron's asshole and jerked it around, turning himself on and
eliciting moans from the stallion wonderfucker beneath him.
He slid in slowly, feeling the resistance like with his
double the previous night. He pushed in as far as he could,
jerked his cock again inside the hole, and then began a slow
fuck stroke.
Frank came explosively after a ten minute physical
effort. Evidently Ron came around the same time within
Heather because Frank felt a twitch in his partner's
prostate.
The three separated and the group consensus was a shower
was in order.
They all went into the bathroom. Ron drew the water
from the tap while Heather jerked Frank off. It took a long
time for Frank to ejaculate again, obviously due to his
recent orgasm inside Ron. Meanwhile, Ron showered.
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Ron stepped out of the shower, glistening with water.
His dick was erect. "I've been watching you jacking him,
Heather. Let me take over."
"No, let her finish."
"Oh come on, Frank, my hand is tired," she pouted.
Frank's will melted away and he conceded. Ron got behind
him, bringing his wet, warm body against Frank's. Frank felt
Ron's dick poking at his ass. Ron reached around and grabbed
Frank's already-drooping prick. He took over the jerking.
Ron's touch was firm- more like Frank's own.
Heather closed the lid on the toilet and sat on it
Indian style. She watched Ron shaking Frank's dick in his
fist. She spread her pussy with one hand and began rubbing
her clitoris with the other. "You guys are turning me on!"
she moaned as an orgasmic tremor rocked her twat.
She dove onto the floor and knelt before Frank's purple
helmeted warrior of love which was getting a workout by Ron.
A spurt of thin cum jetted from Frank's dick. Heather leaned
forward and took his jittering hard-on in her wet mouth. She
caught his second spurt and swallowed it.
Heather went to take a shower as Frank hunched over and
let Ron satisfy his desires and ass-pump him.
She emerged clean and wet, then with Ron led Frank into
the tub. They let it fill and proceeded to scrub Frank in
stimulating, intimate ways.
Frank's flaccid penis stuck out of the warm water.
Heather delighted in this and gave him head while Ron popped
her up the cunt from behind while she was bent over attending
to Frank.
Everyone had another orgasm, then they all stepped into
the tub and showered.
"Frank, we've got to go now." At this statement, Ron
faded away like a TV screen when the electricity goes off.
"Where is it you go, Heather?"
"I go West where it is still early. See you tomorrow
with another surprise!"
As she faded away, Frank called out, "please, no more
men!!! Bring a girlfriend!" He thought he saw her nod.
Frank put on a pair of underpants and changed the sheets
on his bed and then got into it. What did she mean by `going
West where it was still early'? Does she fuck other guys
after him? Does she fuck other guys before him? What did
she have with him and other guys?
-Chapter 5-
/Tuesday Night\
After a more productive day at the office, thankfully
because the boss was back, and no shit from Ted who seemed to
know his place now, Frank returned home. To his surprise
Heather was waiting for him. To his further surprise a blond
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haired maiden was with her.
"Frank, this is Lola."
"Pleased to meet you, Lola," he said with a head-
splitting smile.
"Pleased to meet you, Frank. Heather tells me you're a
super lay."
"Does she? Well, I don't..."
"Don't be modest, my dear Frank. You're an excellent
fuck."
"Heather, you're embarrassing me!" he said with a
bashful batting of his eyelids.
"Are you ready for a fantastic menage a trois... one
more your style?"
"Sure. Let me undress..."
They didn't let him. Heather pulled his jacket off
while Lola untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He
escaped their hold briefly. Lola grabbed his belt and pulled
him down. She unbuckled it and then felt his pants at the
soft area where his penis was.
"Frank, I want to have your penis in me tonight," she
panted as her fingers pulled his zipper down.
He was naked now and lying on the floor. Lola was
staring at his erect cock and rubbing her fingers along the
sides of his scrotum which was drawing tighter with her
stimulation.
When the first beads of pre-cum appeared at the hole at
the tip of his throbbing fireman's helmet, Lola bent forward,
touched it with her tongue, and drew it away in a web-like
string.
Heather came up behind him, straddled his face, filling
his vision with her pussy, and enjoyed herself as he licked
away at her clitoris and the entrance to her uterus.
Meanwhile, Lola's tender tongue touches became full-blown
fellatio.
Frank lifted one of his legs enough for Lola to ride it
with her slicked pussy. He didn't think she should be left
out of the genital stimulation. She appreciated this gesture
and began alternating her sucking with gentle hand jobs.
Frank's vision was completely obscured, and enjoyably so, but
he could feel what she was doing.
Frank came first, jetting his spatter in Lola's face.
Her perfect complexion was temporarily soiled. Heather
dismounted from his face and went to Lola. They coddled each
other. Heather licked his cum off the blonds girl's face.
Then the two ladies got into a sixty-nine position and
tongued each other in the way only women can.
Frank watched and got hard again. He now knew how
Heather felt when she was watching him fuck his double,
Kevin, and Ron, Heather's conjured partner. There was
something erotic and exotic about watching two people go at
it.
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The women brought themselves to orgasm at which time
they flopped on the floor in exhaustion. "Heather, I want to
go into the bedroom," Lola said.
"Ask Frank. He's the boss."
Lola crawled up to him and in the most innocent voice
and with the expression of a little girl asked, "Frank, can
we go fuck more in the bedroom? The floor is cold and hard."
"Sure. Let's go."
They followed him in like imprinted ducklings follow
their mother. Lola pulled the sheets down while Heather went
through his dresser drawers.
"All you've got is underwear in here? No sex toys?"
"No, Heather. I never had the guts to order any or go
into an adult store and buy any. The most radical thing I
own is a jock strap and a sports cup."
"Here they are! We can use them!" she squealed lifting
the off-white athletic supporter and the white plastic cup
from the drawer.
"Whatever..."
They made him put the cup and jock strap on. They
forced him (sort of) to do a sexy dance for them, at the end
of which they made him lie on the bed. The two women traced
the elastic bands of the jock strap with their tongues. "I
love the smell of your cock in that confining plastic," Lola
said.
"It's too tight down there, if you know what I mean.
Take the cup off me." Lola gingerly lifted the supporter and
took the cup off his cock. His boner burst out as she
snapped the supporter back down, whacking his nuts and
hurting him a little.
Lola put the cup to her nose and smelled the cummy,
sweaty odor that lingered in it. Frank's cock strained at
the elastic supporter. Heather kissed at the parts of his
scrotum that stuck out of it.
"Enough. Take it off. I want to lose my virginity,"
Lola said.
"You're a virgin?" he asked.
"Yes. I want to mount your pole. I'm tight." Heather
pulled the supporter off him and dropped it on the chair he
had next to the dresser. It flashed and turned into a box.
From the top of the box jutted a big rubber dildo.
Lola straddled the top of his legs and felt his cock, as
if to see if it would hurt her in any way. Then she moved
forward and pointed his erect penis into her blonde slash.
She pushed upward and he was in her.
"You're not a virgin anymore," he informed.
"I guess not."
"You're my first virgin," he added.
Lola began riding his slick pole. She was getting
herself so worked up that he could see the dew collecting on
her pubic hair. It was running down his dick too and making
little streams through the pubic hair on his scrotum. It
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tickled and pleasured him at the same time.
She banged down, spearing herself and landing on his
nuts on every down thrust. His testicles hurt just enough to
feel good. He reached up and held her breasts. They were
full with small nipples that felt like rubber knobs in his
hands. He made twisting motions on them which made her fall
forward onto his chest.
He rotated her under him. He pulled out of her and
called Heather over. "Hold her pussy open," he commanded.
Heather complied. Frank held his throbbing, dripping,
pounding prick and rubbed it intently on her erect clit. He
felt like he was not far from ejaculation, so he had to take
measures to hold it off. Lola came to her first penis-
induced climax after a few minutes of his toying.
Frank leaned forward and impaled her as deep as he
could. She could feel his hairy scrotum between her legs.
She imagined it was swollen and full of semen. Frank began
fucking her mercilessly. She came again and seconds later he
shot in her. His steamy blobs of liquid pearl filled her
chamber.
When he pulled his softening poker out of her, a string
of cum trailed from his cock to her tensing vulva.
After time had passed and everyone had recovered, Frank
turned Heather onto her stomach. Lola put Heather's face in
her lap and enjoyed cunnilingus. Frank spread Heather's ass
and fucked her tight anus.
Again, after numerous orgasms, they all shared a sensual
shower where massaging was the rule and penetration, by
Heather's orders, was not allowed.
"Tomorrow when I return, Frank, we will have a foursome-
you, me, Lola and Ron."
"Sounds exciting," he agreed, feeling horny already.
"Where are you going now? West?"
"Yes."
"Do you fuck other guys?"
"Frank, I must be honest. I do fuck other guys but each
one is like the first for me. You can't tell can you?"
"No. You're almost as tight as Lola, even after Ron and
me cracking you yesterday."
"I'm always tight. I'm always fresh. I'm sexy, no?"
"You hit the dick on the head!"
He kissed her, then Lola, who immediately began to fade
away, then Heather disappeared; off to fuck some other
lonely guy like him. What was he like? Quiet and too shy to
ever actually get a real woman? Ugly with birth control
looks? Old and almost impotent? Some wet dreaming teenage
cum factory? Maybe a closet lesbian somewhere? He would
never know.
-Chapter 6-
/Wedenesday\
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That evening, Frank showered and shaved. Something told
him this would be the high point of his relationship with
Heather.
As expected she appeared around six. She was alone
though. "Where are the other two?" he asked.
"They'll appear in exactly five minutes. Until then,
use your hand and rub me till I'm hot." Frank did as she
asked and rubbed her fleshy cunt until it was warm and wet.
He had quite a stiffy.
On schedule, Ron and Lola appeared. Both wore skimpy
bathing-suit type clothing.
Rather quickly everyone got naked and made their way
into the bedroom. The slats groaned under the weight of four
people on it.
The three visitors turned on Frank. Ron, who was
muscular and, thus, strong, decked Frank, straddled his
chest, poking his oozing hard-on at the bound boy's face.
Heather and Lola each sat on one of Frank's legs, further
restraining him. Heather reached forward and grabbed her
lover boy's big cock. Lola leaned forward and began mouthing
the throbbing fifth limb. Heather swirled his dick around
Lola's lips and thumbed the smooth skin that she was in
contact with.
Frank could only see Ron's hairy crotch riding his chest
but he could feel fiery pleasure at his erect genitalia. He
tried to get the words out to stop the girls from bringing
him to a head, but Ron would lean forward and stick his
sweaty cock in his mouth, gagging him.
It was too late: Heather's fingers became coated with
his cum. Lola took a blast to the upper lip. Ron dismounted
from Frank, his stallion.
The three flipped Frank on his stomach and began
massaging his body. Lola massaged Frank's legs, Heather
rubbed his ass and lower back. Ron used his rough hands to
knead Frank's shoulders.
Frank enjoyed the tactile pleasure for a full quarter of
an hour. Then he flipped over. The massaging resumed on his
front side. Ron took Frank's feet, stimulating the areas
that corresponded to his erogenous zones. Heather impaled
her slick slash on his pounding excalibur and Lola sat on his
face.
Lola had an orgasm after he thrust his rough, muscular
tongue in her pussy for only a few minutes. Heather's
vaginal muscles tensed around his stick three times before he
blew his white oil into her love tube.
"I haven't shot yet!" Ron protested, realizing the
others had come to climax several times already. Frank sat
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Ron between his outspread legs and began jerking off the
horny fellow. Lola rubbed Ron's inner thighs, sliding her
hand between the sheets and his bulbous scrotum. Heather
reached between Frank and Ron's backside and finger probed
the almost-orgasmic man's asshole.
Ron ejaculated with fierce power. His cum blasted out
in a gooey stream and landed three feet in front of him on
Frank's pillows. Lola dove for it and licked it up.
Everyone changed position. Ron laid on his back between
Frank's spread legs. Heather again sat on Frank's rock hard
prick and began sliding up and down over it. Lola mounted
Ron and imitated Heather. Frank could see both himself and
his male co-fucker getting pussy. This turned him on
strongly. He spritzed in Heather before she could get off
one climax.
Frank sat on Ron's face; Ron took Frank's spent cock in
his mouth and tongued it hard again. Meanwhile, Frank leaned
forward (he was facing Lola who was still riding Ron) and
began cunnilingus on Lola. His tongue went from flicking her
hard clit to rubbing Ron's pulsing pole head.
Ron took a few minutes to cum. Frank wasn't able to
even though Ron was working feverishly at fellatio. Heather,
who had been fingering her elastic flaps, arched her back,
stuck out her tits, and moaned loudly as she came.
"Frank, we must leave now," Heather informed.
"Really. You guys have to go?"
"Yes, we must" Lola chimed in. Instantly she and Ron
faded away, including their clothes which lay in a pile on
the floor.
"Frank, I will not return. My mission is finished."
"Oh please Heather, I need you. I love you." His
pleadings did not convince her.
Heather laid back on the bed. Frank got hard seeing her
sprawled, spread and ready. He fell upon her, penetrated her
furry cunt and began the slow rhythm of intercourse.
As they reached simultaneous orgasm, Heather
disappeared. The last spray of Frank's cum fell into open
space, staining the sheets.
Frank would always remember Heather and all the new
sensations and experiences she had brought.
Epilogue:
Frank recovered from Heather. He often wondered if it
was all a strange dream. He eventually accepted an offer
from Debby, the girl at work. On their first date she fucked
Frank with more passion than he thought possible.
And when he turned to feel the other side of the bed in
the morning, she was there.
Fin
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