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Better Eat Your Wheaties
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"Better Eat Your Wheaties"
by The Woodpecker
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As I drove home, all I could think about was sinking my cock
into Laura's tight twat, watching my flesh slip through her bush
and come back out glistening. My secretary had worn a white
cotton summer dress which did little to hide her lacy push-up bra
and high-cut French panties, and my hard-on had raged all day. I
locked my door and jerked off during lunch, but sprang back to
attention as soon as Laura came back from her break.
Now, even as I was getting closer to home where my
girlfriend, Anna, was waiting, I was getting hotter and hotter
for Laura. I pulled to a stoplight and smiled at a redhead in a
car pulled alongside, lightly rubbing my cock through my pants,
fantasizing a threesome. By the time I pulled into the driveway,
I could hardly walk with the cramping in my groin from my
containment.
The door was locked when I tried the knob, so I assumed Anna
was at the store or something. I dropped my briefcase on the
sofa, pulled off my shoes and socks, and stripped off my shirt as
I walked to the kitchen for a beer. I took a can from the fridge,
and as the door swung shut, it slapped my rampant cock, pinching
my balls and sending me to my knees.
"GodDAMNit!" I moaned, sitting on my heels. I breathed
deeply for a minute, then opened the beer and drained it. I took
the container to the bag of aluminum cans and crushed it,
dutifully, before dropping it in. Anna was adamant about
recycling, and had been known to withhold certain things if I
didn't go along.
The stinging in my groin had subsided a bit as I walked to
the back windows overlooking the apartment complex pool. I pulled
the curtains aside and stared down at the few women down there at
this time of day. Secretaries and cocktail waitresses, mostly,
bronzing themselves in hopes of angling for a promotion. I knew a
few of my neighbors from spending weekends with Anna by the pool,
but, of course, I didn't get very far with my partner's watchful
eyes.
I rubbed my cock a bit as I gazed at the oily bodies, but it
wasn't helping much. Where was Anna? I felt like I'd explode
soon, but I wanted help. After a few minutes I left the window
and headed for the bedroom. Maybe a nap would do some good.
As I arrived at the end of the hall, I heard the front door
open. I turned and walked back toward the living room as Anna
called out.
"Hello? Jack?" she said, as bags rustled.
"Hi, hon. Shopping?" I saw Anna with two grocery sacks and
another large plastic bag in her arms. "Let me help you with
those."
"Sure," she said, handing me the brown paper bags. "Just put
those in the kitchen." She brushed by me down the hall with the
other bag.
"What'd you get?" I asked, putting the groceries away.
"Just a skirt," Anna's voice came from the bedroom. "Leave
the hamburger out--I want it to thaw."
I put the food away and took two beers from the fridge.
"Did you have a good day?" I asked as I carried the drinks
to Anna.
"Okay. How about you?" she said, meeting my embrace as she
came out of the room. She was wearing a new red skirt, slit high
up her left thigh.
"Tough," I said, and sealed my lips over hers. We kissed for
a few minutes, and then Anna broke away and spun around with a
wink.
"Dinner first, Jack." She cupped my balls, smiled, and took
a beer from my hand. "You need to keep your strength up."
After the last of the wine had been poured and the last of the
spaghetti sauce mopped off our plates with bread, we sat across
from each other in the candlelight. Anna put her feet in my lap
and I massaged them, occasionally clamping my cock between them.
Finally she started rubbing me on her own. I took her hand and
began sucking her fingers. Soon she tipped her head back, her
brown hair cascading around her shoulders, and her eyelids began
to flutter. I was about to take her to bed when she stood up.
"Wait. Stay here. I'll call you." Anna hiked up her skirt
and cupped her mons through her red satin panties for a moment,
then turned and left the room.
I sat for a moment, then stood up and took off my pants and
boxers. I gripped my engorged cock and stroked a couple of times
as I waited. I found myself thinking of Laura's wide hips and
tiny panties as I jacked off. I had coated my head with pre-cum
when Anna called me back.
The bedroom door was closed. I knocked and opened it. Anna
was lying on the bed in a new outfit, legs spread wide and her
hands on her cunt. She stared at me as I walked in; I stared
right back. She wore a black lace camisole which strained to hold
her magnificent 36C tits, black stockings held with garters,
and a g-string which she had twirled around her fingers and
pulled up into her slit. She licked her red-painted lips and
gasped as she pulled the fabric across her clit.
"Do it with me," she whispered. "Sit down over there and
masturbate with me."
"At least get me started," I said, walking to the bed. "I've
been waiting all day, babe." I ran my fingers through Anna's
hair.
Anna sat up and licked the first pearls from my cock,
lapping like a dog. She looked up at me for a moment, then sucked
just the head into her hot mouth. She ran her tongue around the
purple crown, then stroked down the shaft twice. She pulled her
teeth over my skin as she pulled back and released, then stroked
me a few times.
"Now you're on your own," she growled. "Sit down and watch."
Reluctantly, I walked across the room and laid back on the
easy chair facing the bed. Anna fell back on the bed and reached
down between her legs. She tickled her inner thighs with her red
fingernails for a bit as I struggled to hold my jism. She brushed
across her labia with one hand as she pulled the g-string tighter
into her pussy. She began breathing heavier and pulling harder
against her button, clenching her toes and biting her lower lip.
"Do it, baby. Fuck yourself," I encouraged, stroking quicker
but lighter, hoping to hold back a few minutes longer. "Put your
fingers in your cunt. Soak yourself in your cum."
Anna slipped the fingers of one hand under the sopping
fabric and lifted the other to her breasts, kneading them
alternately and twirling her rock-hard nipples. Her aureloae were
becoming puffier through the lacy camisole and the nipples were
growing red. My cock was growing redder as well.
Soon Anna was groaning, and I was echoing her. I kept
talking to her, urging her to release. "I'm gonna fill your hot
little twat, Anna, shoot you full of cum," I grunted.
Anna opened her blue eyes and gazed at my cock. "Oh, I need
it, I need to be full of cock, oh, God." She licked her lips and
stared at me. She smiled. "Jack, I think you're going to like
this," she said, and reached up under the pillow, her hand
emerging with an eight-inch dildo. "Watch me, Jack, watch me pump
myself."
Anna stretched her legs wider apart and pulled the g-string
aside. She held the dildo up in the air, twirling it in front of
her, and put the tip in her mouth, sucking it as she'd just
sucked me. "Don't you wish it was you?" she said in a teenager's
voice. She held it lengthwise along her pussy and rubbed it up
and down, covering it with her cream, before quickly thrusting it
up her distended channel.
"Ooooooooooooohhhhhhh," we both moaned simultaneously. I
could feel my balls churning as she slowly turned the surrogate
cock in her twat. Anna's fingers flew over her tits as she fucked
herself, her head jerked from side to side. She mashed the dildo
up her cunt as I slowly eased my hand up and down my cock,
squeezing tight to prevent my climax, preserving the delicate
pain for the last possible moment.
Finally Anna pushed the dildo slowly into her cunt and
brought both hands to her shoulders. She sat up and pulled the
straps of the camisole down, freeing her tits to lift to her
mouth. She sucked each nipple in and nibbled, bouncing up and
down on her knees to move the shaft between her legs.
I was almost at the point of no return when she stopped and
laid back down again. "Cum in my face," she said. "Come over her
and splash your cum on me." Her hands went back to the dildo,
yanking on it furiously.
I stood up carefully and walked over to the bed, stretched
my leg over her, and kneeled on the bed, my ass on her breasts. I
was about to stroke when I had a better idea. I moved down a bit
and laid my cock in the soft valley between her fleshy mounds. I
reached back and gathered a bit of her cream from her cunt and
spread it on my cock, then pulled her tits together and began
slowly rocking my pole through the warm channel.
"Oh, yes, fuck my tits," Anna moaned, lifting her head to
graze my cock with her tongue as it emerged. Her arms rubbed
against my legs as she continued to ream herself with the dildo.
I let my thumbs brush over her nipples as I squeezed her tits
together, causing Anna to scream with ecstasy. The moment was
upon us.
Anna bucked underneath me as her orgasm came, jamming the
plastic cock deep into her cunt. Her head fell back as my cum
began to spurt, splashing against her chin and smearing back
between her tits. She managed to raise her head enough for my
last two jets to hit her on the cheek and lower lip, which she
licked off quickly with her flashing tongue. I fell forward,
catching myself against the wall, and thrust my cock against
Anna's mouth. She sucked me in, pulling the last of my semen into
her throat, lightly twirling her tongue on my sensitive rod and
pulling another small shot out. I rolled over next to her and
reached down to her pussy, gently jacking the dildo in her to
produce her second and third orgasms. She turned her head and we
kissed deeply as we recovered.
We whispered for a while, holding each other, stroking each
other's backs, arms, and legs, and I asked her when she decided
to buy the dildo.
"I was over at Cindy's today, and we were . . . well, we
were watching this tape she rented, and there was this really
slutty star in it who got herself off with one. Both Cindy and I
got wet watching her do it, and we both just looked at each other
and said, `We've got to get one!' So we went to an adult
bookstore and made our little purchases. By then we were so hot
and excited that we drove the car into the woods and--"
"And what?" I asked, my cock already primed for action
again.
"Well, we masturbated for each other. With each other. She
got her dildo out and we pulled our panties off and just went at
each other. I haven't done that for years," she murmured. Seeing
my incredulous reaction, she smiled. "I know you think I'm rather
inexperienced, but in college, my roommate and I were pretty
raunchy together. It's just with men, Jack."
She curled herself down to my groin. "I really do like men,
Jack. Especially you." Anna sucked my cock into her mouth and
cupped my balls as she pulled. I slid my hand between her thighs
and ran up to her still-plugged pussy. I twisted the dildo and
she jumped as I pulled it out. I licked some of the juices off
and laid it aside, shifting my head to her twat. I ran my tongue
up and down her pussy lips, letting it flick down in between
occasionally, and poked at the hood over her clit. Anna began
moaning again and pulling harder at my cock as I tongued her
slit.
"Oh, God, fuck me, fuck me Jack, fuck me with your tongue,
make your tongue a cock, poke me with it, oooohhh." She squeezed
my balls and put a finger on my asshole, gently twirling the tip
on my puckered sphincter. I followed suit, gliding her cream onto
her rosebud and rubbing.
Soon she was about to pull another load from my thick cock
and I had my face buried in her twat. Anna sat up and broke our
sixty-nine by kneeling on her hands and knees, her ass facing me.
She tilted her head to look at me, reached back to pull the g-
string taut, and then let the elastic snap back down. She spread
her legs slightly and growled. "Fuck me like a dog. Treat me like
an animal."
I kneeled on the bed behind her and slipped my hand under
the g-string. I ran my fingers from the top of her ass, down her
crack, and then into her wet pussy. I pushed one finger in, then
a second, and finally a third. Anna began moaning as I thrust my
hand in and out of her slit, my little finger brushing her clit
now and then. I bent down and put my tongue on her anus, sending
spasms through her body, her tits shaking as they hung. I laid my
cock against the black lacy camisole crumpled at her waist and
thrust against it, leaving little pellets of cum on the fabric.
I removed my tongue from her asshole, and when she moaned in
despair, I licked my thumb and thrust it against the tight
muscle. She pulled away at first, then pushed back against my
touch, forcing the digit just inside. I eased it farther in, and
soon it was buried, moving in tandem with the fingers in Anna's
cunt. I put my other hand on her breasts, lightly squeezing and
rubbing the soft mounds, sticky with my cum.
Anna grasped my cock and began squeezing it again, stroking
it to incredibly rigidity. "Fuck me, Jack, fuck me now!"
I pulled my fingers from her cunt but left my thumb in its
tight clamp. I crawled around behind her and put my cock at the
entrance to Anna's slit. I teased her a bit, putting glancing
blows from my cockhead on her pussy, until she reached through my
legs and gripped my balls.
"Now, you fucker, slam it into me, cram me full of your
cock!"
I pushed my hardon slowly in about an inch, then shoved
quickly to full depth. Anna's back arched, and then she began
rocking back against me, taking my cock in as far as she could
before sliding back down. I thrust my thumb in rhythm with her
strokes and fingered her clit as we worked.
"You're so fucking wet and gorgeous," I moaned. "You're soft
and juicy and tight, God, I'm gonna splash you full until it runs
down your long tan legs." I pumped with Anna now, pulling almost
out of her as she rocked away, then slamming my balls against her
pussy as we crushed together.
"Fuck me harder! Harder! Get me, dirty fucker! Get up me,
get in me, slam me, oh, God, Christ!" Anna collapsed on her chest
and I fell on her back as we came, bound together in climax and
lust. I thumb-fucked her ass as I came, bringing Anna to multiple
orgasms as we thrashed.
A few minutes later, we rolled to our sides and disengaged.
I began to pull my thumb out, but Anna held my hand where it was
as she pushed the dildo back in her cunt once more. I rested my
cock on her leg as she slowly fucked herself once more, until she
came quietly, falling back against me, sharing her juices from
the dildo in a long French kiss.
I was almost asleep in her arms when she whispered, "Laura
called today."
I jerked awake to see Anna's smile. "What did she say?" I
asked, humbly.
"She said she thought you'd need some help when you got
home. Seems that after lunch, she smelled something funny in your
office and it hit her what it was at about four o'clock. That's
when I went to get this outfit."
"Well," I said, "She's a damn good secretary, that's for
sure. Tends to my affairs real well."
"Um, one more thing." Anna reached under the pillow again.
"She said you might want these." She handed me a pair of white
lace panties and a card.
I held the garment dumbly for a moment, then looked at Anna.
Her eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Go ahead, open it!" she
said. "Read it out loud."
"Dear Jack," I read,
These are for being the best boss I've ever
had. I noticed your "problem" this morning
and it really got me hot. I want you to hold
these up to your face and breathe my musk.
Then taste me. I came in them for you at
lunch. I masturbated over you, Jack, thinking
about your huge rod stabbing deep into me. I
hope you like them.
Love and hugs,
Laura
Anna bent down and began sucking me off. "Sounds like my
kind of girl, Jack."
I stared down at Anna, saw her gazing at me as she massaged
my cock with her lips. "You aren't mad?" I asked.
"Breathe her, Jack. Taste her. This is part of the deal. She
called, remember." She began sucking for all she was worth. I
held the lace to my nose and breathed deeply, licked the fabric,
tasted Laura's sweet juices, and immediately came in Anna's
mouth. She crawled up to my mouth and kissed me.
"Share and share alike," she said, taking the panties and
holding them over her face. She breathed deeply for a few
seconds, then stood up. She grasped the thin straps of the g-
string and pulled them down over her legs. Anna bent down and
took the black lace and dabbed at her pussy. Then she wiped my
cock with the g-string and squeezed, saturating the fabric with
our juices.
"Give this to Laura tomorrow," she said. "And invite her for
the weekend." She put the balled-up g-string in my hands and laid
down, back to me. She closed her eyes and soon was asleep.
I laid awake for an hour, contemplating my situation. I grew
another hard-on, a record I'm sure. "Not again tonight," I
thought. I needed to keep my strength up.
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