Cuckold stories

Paula Names Her Dildo

by adventurer

08/21/2016 05:41 in creampie


Scott and I moved into the neighborhood six years ago beside Linda and her husband Bill. We immediately became friends with them and the couple who lived on the other side of us...Steve and Jenny. Linda came home early from work one day about six months ago and caught Bill fucking Jenny. She divorced him and now lives next door alone. Jenny said she loved Bill and divorced Steve and moved away to live with Bill. Steve now lives next door alone.

Our group of friends had dozens of parties every year and Jenny was always the life of the party...especially after she had a few too many drinks. On such occasions, the subject of sex often came up among the women, and she was quick to describe how huge Steve's dick was and how good it felt when he fucked her.

Steve is a handsome red headed well-built thirty-four year old man. He owns a hardware store and is better off financially than most other people in the neighborhood are. He also offers discounts at his store to everyone in the neighborhood. It's no wonder that everyone likes him, especially the women.

After Jenny's divorce, I figured she had been lying about the size of his dick. Why else would she want to fuck Bill when she had Steve? I was soon going to find out that she had been telling the truth. For the life of me, I still can't figure out why she gave that up for what Linda always called, "Bill's little dick."

Scott and I had what I figured was a normal sex life but over time I had lost the ability to have an orgasm except occasionally when he performed oral sex on me. I had heard that most women didn't have an orgasm, so what else was I to think except that it was normal?

I once confided my inability to have an orgasm to Jenny. She told me it was probably because Scott's dick was too short and had jokingly offered to loan Steve to me. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that I sometimes suspected that too. I also didn't tell her that the sex scenario with Steve had sometimes crossed my mind while I was having sex with Scott.

When Scott and I were first married we had fantastic sex, but we had tried for a few years to have a baby without success. Finally, I convinced him to see a doctor who performed test that confirmed what I already suspected. He had a low sperm count and we would probably never be able to have a baby.

We both wanted to have children and discussed adoption as well as artificial insemination. I told him I didn't want to adopt or have children without personally knowing the background of the donor. We considered asking a few men that we knew to provide sperm but I nixed all of them for one reason or another. That of course was before Scott saw Steve in the shower at the gym and confirmed to me that he did have a huge dick.

After that confirmation, all that nonsense about personally knowing the donor's background went to the wayside. I instantly knew I would love to have Steve's baby and to hell with the artificial insemination part of it. It took more than six months to get up the nerve to tell Scott, but I knew better than to ask him if Steve could inseminate me the natural way. After Scott and Steve became good friends, I approached him about asking Steve to provide sperm for artificially inseminating me.

I told him Steve would be a perfect candidate because they both had red hair. We discussed it further and decided it wouldn't be such a good idea because he lived so close to us. However, the main reason was Jenny; we figured that even if she did allow me to have his baby, she would spread it all over the neighborhood.

Over the years, Scott and Steve had become best friends and shared and did everything together...well, they shared almost everything, but that was about to change to 'everything'. Steve had become more and more despondent since his divorce and Scott was understandably concerned about it. He wasn't eating properly and had lost a lot of weight.

Steve seldom felt like doing things with Scott that they both really used to enjoy, fishing, golfing, working out at the gym, and hanging out at the local bars with other friends. Of course, Jenny and I were usually with them at the bars. After the divorce, Scott had been visiting Steve almost every night to try and cheer him up, but he just continued to become more depressed. At first, I went with Scott to visit him but that didn't seem to help, so I gave up on that endeavor and let Scott visit him by himself.

One afternoon Scott came walking in from the mailbox with a rectangular box in his hand.

"What's in the box Scott," I inquisitively asked while reaching for it.

"It's a present for you dear. You might as well go ahead and open it," he said while grinning from ear to ear.

I shook the box and didn't hear anything, but I knew it would be something I would love because Scott knew me well and never bought me anything that I didn't like. I quickly tore the paper wrapping away and nearly fainted when I saw what was in the box under the wrapper.

"You're not using that big thing on me. What the hell do you think I am, a horse," I yelled as my eyes feasted on an eight-inch long two and a quarter inch wide realistic cyberskin vibrating dildo.

"Yes I am dear and I'm going to use it on you tonight," He resolutely responded.

"No you aren't, no way, no how," I emphatically replied but my instantly wet and twitching pussy was telling me that I wanted it, but nowhere near as much as I had sometimes wanted Steve's big cock. When we were visiting, my eyes would fixate on his handsome face and I would fantasize that he was fucking me. Jenny had described his dick as being even larger than the huge dildo that my gawking eyes now beheld.

That night during dinner, with thoughts of the dildo relegated to the back of my mind, Scott broached the subject of Steve's deteriorating condition.

"I'm really concerned about Steve. He appears to be going downhill faster every day," Scott said with a troubled look on his face.

"There's not much you can do if he doesn't want to be helped dear, but I'm sure he'll be ok in time," I said with a reassuring tone of voice.

"No, I doubt that honey; he feels dejected and alone...like his life is over. It's not so much that he misses Jenny, as it is the dejection; also, I'm sure he's horny as hell and really needs a good fuck. I'll go over and talk to him tonight but I guess you're right. I'll probably just be wasting my time but I don't want him to feel like I've deserted him," he said as he sighed, then stood up and walked next-door to check on Steve.

Scott was gone for about an hour, which gave me plenty of time to clean up the kitchen and relax for a few minutes. When he returned, I could tell by the expression on his face that he hadn't made any progress with Steve. We sat down at the kitchen table and tried to figure out how we could cheer Steve up.

"I don't know what I'm going to do about Steve. He just keeps falling deeper and deeper into depression," he said with a look of obvious concern on his face.

"I've been thinking about it for a while now dear and if you don't mind, I'd like to go over and see what I can do to cheer him up tomorrow night. Maybe he would respond better to a woman than to a man," I said.

"Maybe you shouldn't go to Steve's house Paula. In his condition there's no telling what he might do," he said with what appeared to be real concern in his voice.

"What do you think he's going to do to me Scott? Rape me! I don't think so...surely you know him better than that," I blurted out in anger at the suggestion that the only man I had ever had sexual fantasies about could possibly ever harm me.

"Ok I'm sorry dear, you're right. I know he would never do anything to you against your will. I've tried everything I know to do, so it's all right with me if you want to go over and give it a try.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you dear, it's just that I care for him too and consider him to be a good friend. Why don't you try to get it off your mind and relax tonight," I said as I walked over and hugged and kissed him.

"I know what will relax me and get Steve off my mind at the same time," he said with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Give me fifteen minutes to take a shower and I'll meet you in the bedroom," I enthusiastically replied.

"Ok honey but make it ten minutes; I want to fuck your hot pussy right now," he said as he stood up and headed for the bedroom.

I hurriedly removed my clothes, showered, brushed my teeth, gargled for good measure, and eagerly crawled into bed with Scott. He was lying there naked with his little friend already oiled up and waiting for me. I could hardly wait to feel it inside my pussy, which was already becoming wet from anticipation. Every touch of his hands and lips made my body shudder and tremble as he hurriedly kissed and massaged his way down to my waiting pussy. As fast as it was, it still felt like an eternity before I felt him suck each of my labia into his mouth and explore them with his tongue.

I thought I would pass out from the pleasure emanating from my already throbbing pussy as he stuck his tongue deep into my love canal and tasted my feminine fluids. Then my body stiffened and shuddered in orgasm as his tongue slid up between my pussy lips and circled my clitoris, while I had visions of him fucking me with the huge vibrating dildo.

Before my orgasm had even reached its peak, he turned on the vibrating dildo and pressed it against my clitoris. I had never felt so much pleasure in my life as I felt at that moment. I went into an even greater orgasm before the first one had even subsided. He continued to rub it over my clitoris until my orgasm subsided and I lay motionless on the bed.

Then he pressed the head of the dildo into my love canal and held it there while my pussy became acclimated to the largest dick head that had ever entered it. For some reason that I didn't understand, I had visions of Steve's large cock entering me as I felt the wondrous sensual sensations emanating from my pussy and yelled out, "Oh Steve, fuck me, please fuck me deeper and faster."

I immediately realized what I had said and waited in dread for the admonishment I knew was coming, but Scott apparently hadn't noticed my allusion to Steve. Instead of admonishment, he gave me even more pleasure by inserting the dildo two or three inches further and beginning to stroke it in and out of my pussy. Eventually I was taking the entire eight inches and I felt like I was on cloud nine as I felt it fucking me.

I could feel every huge vein on its shaft as my pussy milked its massive girth with every stroke. I felt a fire growing in my groin area and soon spreading throughout my entire body. It was a raging burning fire, the like of which I had never felt before as the dildo explored areas of my pussy where no man had ever been.

As he repeatedly stroked the dildo in and out of me and rubbed my clitoris with his thumb at the same time, I felt more sexual pleasure than I had ever experienced when he fucked me. Even though I was feeling an extreme amount of pleasure, I wished with all my might that it were Steve's huge dick fucking me instead of the dildo.

I was delirious and thinking about nothing other than the sensations flowing through my body when I heard Scott say, "We need to give the dildo a name for us to use while it fucks you. Do you have any suggestions?"

Without even thinking, I blurted out, "Steve. Let's call it Steve."

"Ok, I couldn't come up with a better name myself. Let's call it Steve," he said without any hesitation. "Fuck her, fuck my wife, and fuck her good Steve."

"Yes, fuck me. Fuck the hell out of me," I said as I felt his tongue licking my clit for the first time while the dildo vibrated and stroked my pussy. I soon had another wonderful orgasm that caused my body to tremble and convulse in pleasure.

Scott removed the dildo from my pussy and crawled on top of me. I reached down, grabbed his cock and guided it into the opening of my pussy. His dick sent shivers of pleasure through my body as it slowly entered and finally bottomed out inside of me.

His warm body touching mine felt so good and his hard hot cock repeatedly stroking my pussy sent even more waves of pleasure surging throughout my body. I lay there delighting in the sensations of his cock rubbing against the walls of my love canal until I felt it throbbing. Then he ejaculated spurt after spurt of hot white semen into me.

It was great sex but I took note of the fact that I had again not had an orgasm when he had actually fucked me. I knew that he was also aware of it. We were lying on the bed relaxing and basking in the sensations we were feeling when Scott said, "I want you to let Steve fuck you tomorrow night. Will you do that for me Paula?"

That question came as such a surprise that it took a few seconds for my mind to comprehend what he had said, but when I finally did understand I replied, "I'd do anything for you Scott and I'll let him fuck me tomorrow night if that's what you want me to do."

"Yes dear, that's what I want. I want you to fuck him tomorrow night," he calmly replied and then rolled over and went to sleep. I could hardly believe that he actually wanted me to fuck Steve, but I was thrilled that he did. I soon fell asleep too with visions of Steve's huge cock stroking my pussy to orgasm.

Scott and I both worked and shared all the duties at home. Since I taught school and didn't work during the summer months, I took over most of the inside work during those months. The next morning, I cooked breakfast and as usual, Scott showed up with just enough time to eat and leave for work.

As he was going out the door, he turned to face me and asked, "I really want Steve to fuck you. Do you still plan to let him to do it tonight?"

"I sure do honey, I can hardly wait to feel that big dick inside of me," I replied as I thought, 'That confirms it; He really does want Steve to fuck me tonight.'

Everything went well that day; I was happy as a lark all day long as I thought of nothing else except Steve's large dick, and continuously visualized him fucking me. I cooked dinner without placing it on the table, then took a shower, shaved my pussy and did a little primping.

I put on a skimpy blue thong and a matching lacy brassiere, but decided I didn't need the bra and removed it. Then I slipped on a sexy light blue summer dress with a plunging neckline, spaghetti straps, and open nearly to my hips in the back. Then, I put the food on the table and called for Scott to come and eat.

We talked for a few minutes as we ate and all of a sudden, he said something that made my entire body shudder.

"Have you given anymore thought to fucking Steve tonight dear?" he asked with a mischievous grin on his face.

"I sure have honey, I've thought about it all day and I'm horny as hell," I said while for the first time wondering if I would really have the nerve to let Steve fuck me.

"I'll be very disappointed if you don't. I've thought about it all day too," he said.

Our conversation soon changed direction and we spent ten or fifteen minutes discussing the day's events. While we were eating, Scott again broached the subject of Steve's depression, "I stopped in Steve's store to see him today and he wasn't happy at all. He uncharacteristically snapped at a customer over nothing while I was there."

"I'll tell you what dear, you clean up the kitchen while I'm gone and I'll go to Steve's house right now. Maybe a woman is what he needs to help pull him out of his depression," I said while trying not to make it obvious that I was dying to fuck him.

"Ok go ahead but don't be gone too long," Scott replied.

"I won't be gone long but don't forget to clean up the dishes while I'm gone," I jokingly replied.

"That's a deal dear," he said with a big smile on his face.

With that little interaction over, I walked next door and rang the doorbell. I knew the dress I was wearing would really turn Steve on. The hemline of the dress came well above my knees and only the two thin straps over my shoulders kept it from falling down over my large but firm and shapely tits with large pinkish brown nipples. In the daylight, it was obvious that I wore only a skimpy thong underneath it, but the sun had already begun to recede below the horizon so I felt safe walking between our houses.

Steve answered the door and I could see from his wet hair that he had just taken a shower. He was wearing nothing but boxer briefs and a short robe that was open in the front because he had neglected to tie the sash. Before he even spoke, I spotted a huge bulge in his briefs. The shape of his massive dick was clearly discernable even though it was flaccid. My lips involuntarily parted and I felt a small amount of saliva dribble out of the corner of my mouth, which I immediately wiped off with the back my hand.

"Hello Paula, what are you doing over here tonight? Is something wrong with Scott?" he asked.

"Oh no Steve, Scott said you had been a little depressed lately and I thought I'd come over and try to cheer you up."

"Well if anything can cheer me up, you're exactly what the doctor ordered. You look sexy as hell in that dress. It goes well with your auburn hair and blue eyes" he said while giving my body the once over then looking straight into my eyes, taking my hand, and leading me through the door.

I felt my pussy tingle and sensuous sensations ran through my entire body as our hands touched and images of his huge cock dangling between his legs flowed through my mind. He led me to the den and turned on the lights. They were so bright that I felt like a deer in the headlights of a car as I stood in the middle of the den in my now see through sundress.

It was obvious that he could see every curve of my body just as if I were standing there naked in front of him. I felt embarrassed and wondered why....I wanted him to fuck me and so did Scott. "I'm sorry Paula," he said and immediately dimmed the lights.

He offered me a seat on the couch; I sat down and my short dress slid up my legs to within a few inches of my crotch. I could tell that he could see my underwear. It turned me on so much that I couldn't resist slightly spreading my legs to give him a better view of my now damp lacy blue thong. He then sat down beside me so close that his left hip was nearly touching me.

"Well, so far you're doing a good job of cheering me up Paula. What else do you have in mind?" he asked while smiling from ear to ear.

I fought back the urge to tell him that I was going to fuck the daylights out of him but instead said, "I'm going to talk to you and see if that will make you feel better."

"I already feel much better Paula," he replied as he placed his left arm over my shoulders and pulled me a little closer to him.

He placed his right hand on my right knee, and then began to alternately rub and squeeze it. I was both surprised and delighted by the waves of pleasure that the mere touch of his hand was sending through my body. One part of me wanted him to rip my clothes off and fuck the hell out of me right then and there. Another part of me said, 'hold on Paula, you don't really want to do this. You've been married for ten years and you might be throwing that all away.' I was clearly having second thoughts about letting him fuck me.

I looked stunned at the large bulge in his shorts as I saw it begin to grow even larger, and then quickly diverted my eyes while hoping he hadn't noticed me looking at it. I wasn't to be that lucky as he said, "I'm sorry about that Paula but I haven't been alone with a woman since my divorce. I hope you won't hold it against me."

I was in a dilemma; one part of me was saying yes, while another part was saying no. However, clearly at that moment, I was wanting him fuck me but I said, "Don't give it another thought Steve. I know how you men are about things like that." I involuntarily gave it another quick glance and saw that it was now fully erect. It was larger than I had even imagined it would be. I could feel my now wet pussy tingle as my hand started to reach for his dick. It took all the strength I could muster to keep my hand in my lap.
He pulled me even closer and I placed my left hand on his right hip and laid my head against his chest. In this position, my left forearm was laying on his huge rock hard dick. I could both hear and feel his heart beating fast and knew he wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted him to do it. I noticed him looking down the front of my dress and was excited to see that both of my large breast were hanging there in plain sight, with my hard and extended nipples looking up at me...and him too.

I felt a tingling sensation and more wetness in my crotch as my feminine fluids flowed freely between my thighs and onto my dress. I tried but couldn't resist as my hand left his hip and slid under my thong to feel the wetness that now covered my pussy. I recovered quickly and again reached for his hip but he caught my hand and led it to his mouth. He hungrily licked and sucked all my wetness from my hand and fingers.

His hand again went to my knee but it didn't linger there for long. It started slowly moving up my leg to my inner thigh. My wet and blood engorged pussy began to ache in anticipation of the pleasure it was about to receive, as his fingers went under my thong and felt my wetness for themselves. He rubbed my outer lips between his fingers and thumb. Two fingers entered my love canal, and his thumb began to rub against my clitoris. I could feel my heart beating faster and my breathing became labored as my body submitted completely to his touch.

As his thumb continued to enthrall my clitoris, the two fingers in my pussy slowly finger fucked me as they searched for and found my 'G' spot. I felt like I wasn't far from orgasm and he must have sensed it too. He removed the pressure from my clit and 'G' spot and resorted to slowly fucking my pussy with his fingers as he purposely held my pending orgasm in suspension.

My hand again reached for his hip as he finger fucked me, but instead couldn't resist going under his boxer shorts and firmly clamping around the head of his massive man hood. My fingers couldn't touch when they circled it, so I slipped my right hand underneath it and held it with both hands. He continued to finger fuck me as I stroked his dick.

I felt his pre-cum on the palm of my hands and used it to lubricate his dick as I stroked it faster and faster and he leaned back and enjoyed his unexpected hand job.

I became lost in sexual delirium as I continued to stroke his massive cock with abandon. I jacked him off so fast and hard that I knew it had to be hurting him, but the pleasure he was experiencing was apparently much greater than the pain.

Again his fingers found my 'G' spot and his thumb stimulated my clitoris, as our hands now completely possessed the most pleasure giving parts of our bodies . Our labored breathing and small groans of pleasure foretold our imminent orgasms.

He hadn't had a woman in six months so it didn't take much longer for his dick to begin to throb, and he moaned and quivered as his balls squeezed spurt after spurt of man fluid into my hands. As I felt the wetness of it explode against my hands, my body began to tremble and convulse in orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure flowed throughout every fiber of my body.

I wondered what his cum tasted like, and felt an overwhelming urge to find out, so I did. I removed my hands and hungrily licked his cum from them. The taste buds on my tongue popped up and desired even more of the deliciously pungent mixture. I was to receive much more of it before this night was over.

The heady musk taste was much better than I could have ever imagined, because I had never allowed Scott to cum in my mouth when I gave him a blowjob. I had another small orgasm as I licked and sucked his salty white man fluid from my hands.

'What a waste I thought as I imagined him ejaculating deep into my love canal and impregnating me with a cute little redheaded baby.' Why did I think such a thought? Scott and I had long ago given up on having a baby. Why such a thought now, and why Steve's baby instead of Scott's? Maybe it was that primal urge of a woman to select the most desirable and virile man available to mate.

"You can clean me up now Paula, if you want to," Steve almost pleadingly requested.

"What do you mean by clean you up Steve?" I asked with a pretended tone of innocence, while knowing full well what he wanted.

"You know what I want you little tease, now get down there and suck this cum off my dick," he replied.

"I don't know what Scott would say if I gave you a blowjob. Would cleaning you up be the same as a blowjob?" I jokingly asked.

"Of course it's not the same thing as a blowjob, Paula. Scott would expect you to clean me up, besides you've already given me a hand job and eaten my cum, so a cleanup won't make any difference. Now bend down there and suck me clean if you really want to cheer me up."

"I'm not sure Scott would want me to suck you clean either, so I'll compromise with you. I'll lick you clean, but that's all," I said.

"Ok, you don't know what you'll be missing but that's a deal," Steve said as he pulled his briefs off, slid down a little further off of the couch, and spread his legs.

I got down on my knees in front of him and got my first good look at his huge balls. I licked his scrotum until I was sure that it was immaculately clean. He leaned back and moaned in pleasure, so in order to give him even more pleasure; I took each of his huge balls into my mouth, sucked on them and explored them with my tongue. By this time, his dick was rock hard again. I licked it repeatedly from the base to the crown of the head until I was satisfied that it was clean. Then my tongue tackled what I had wanted the most...Its huge purple mushroom head.

I wrapped my hands around his massive cock, milked, licked and sucked on just the tip of its huge head until I was sure there were no remnants of cum left inside of it. Then as I held it by the base to keep it stationary, I licked all around the crown and over the top and sides of it. I saved the sensitive part underneath for last. As I licked it repeatedly, I began to stroke his dick again with my hands.

Then I did what I had intended to do all along, and took the head of it completely into my mouth. The taste of it was so delightful that I became delirious, and thought of nothing else except having my way with the most beautiful dick I had ever seen.

It was so large that I actually felt sharp pains in the corners of my mouth as my lips stretched around it. I knew that if his dick had been even slightly larger, I would never have been able to get it in my mouth. I wondered if it was too large to enter my pussy and knew that I was soon going to get the opportunity to find out.

I stroked his dick with one hand and held his balls with the other hand, as my head bobbed up and down on his massive cock. Soon I felt it begin to throb as it pumped spurt after spurt of delicious creamy white cum into my wide-open hungry mouth. I swallowed all his cum in my mouth and licked my lips clean. Then I wiped off the small amount that had escaped my mouth and run down my chin with my fingers, and sucked them clean too.

He stood up and helped me remove my thong, then kneeled down between my legs and started kissing my inner thighs. I moved further down on the edge of the couch to give him better access as he began delighting my pussy with his mouth. He took my sensitive blood engorged labia into his mouth, and sucked and explored them with his tongue. I thought I would die from the pleasure I was receiving as I had another orgasm and my feminine fluids spewed all over his face. While in the full height of my orgasm, he raised his head slightly and licked my feminine nectar from his lips.

"I love your pussy Paula; I've never seen one that looks or taste better," he said just before his tongue entered my love canal in search of more of my feminine fluids.

"Thank you Steve, I've never received a compliment like that from Scott. In fact, he seldom even eats my pussy anymore. I love the feel of your tongue in my pussy," I said while reaching back over my head and grabbing the top of the couch. His tongue began to circle my clitoris and my body stiffened and convulsed as it went into another orgasm.

"I've never experienced so much sexual pleasure and you haven't even fucked me yet," I said as he looked into my gleaming blue eyes while he continued to suck and lick on my clitoris throughout my orgasm.

"Are you ready to get fucked now?" he asked, as he stood up and I looked at his now large but flaccid dick.

"Just how do you plan to do that with a soft dick?" I jokingly replied.

"I'll show you," he said as he picked me up in his extremely strong arms and carried me to his bedroom.

He gently laid me down on the bed and didn't waste any time crawling between my legs, stopping only briefly at my already well stimulated pussy. His tongue spread my labia apart and licked its way from my love hole to my clitoris several times, until it was obvious to him that I had become hotter than a firecracker. He then continued his upward progress so his dick could enter my pussy and claim it as its own, and I could hardly wait for it to happen.

His cock stopped its upward progress to my now hotter than hell pussy long enough for him to make love to my large breasts. He gently squeezed both of them and seemed to delight in seeing them immediately spring back into their perfectly well rounded shape. He massaged and kissed them and gently nibbled on my hard and extended nipples. He licked the areolae surrounding my nipples before taking them into his mouth and exploring them with his tongue.

I was loving every minute of his foreplay and I felt a small shiver go through my body as he moved on up and I felt his dick against my pussy mound. "Your tongue is working miracles on my body again Steve. I absolutely love it for giving me so much pleasure," I said as I felt his huge dick again getting hard between us.

"If you love my tongue, you're going to go crazy over my cock," he said and I did. I went crazy as hell when he began sliding his huge and suddenly rock hard cock up and down between my pussy lips.

"I can't stand it...you're going to kill me," I yelled as his massive cock head repeatedly slid back and forth over my clit. I lay there enjoying the sensations flowing over me until another orgasm took complete control of my now stiff and convulsing body.

His cock stopped tantalizing my clit and started poking around trying to find my love hole. I grabbed it with both hands and guided its massive head to its intended destination. I felt pressure against my pussy walls as his cock head began to enter me and then met resistance. He hadn't pushed hard and it didn't hurt, so I urged him to go in a little further and he did. I felt my pussy stretch as his massive cock head entered me all the way past the crown. I tensed up as he entered me a little further and I felt a slight twinge of pain.

"Relax and it will go in easier Paula," he said with a soothing voice, so I willed myself to relax and when I did, he slowly entered me a couple of more inches.

He fucked me for a few minutes without going any deeper and it felt so good that I actually started crying from the pleasure I was receiving, and began raising my hips to meet each of his strokes. He slowly entered me at the pace of a snail. He was a pro and I could tell that he had trained many women's pussies to accept his huge cock. I felt nothing but pleasure and soon I was accepting his entire huge cock and loving every inch of it.

My pussy had stretched in both girth and depth and he was easily going even deeper than the dildo had gone. My fantasy was now a reality; Steve was fucking me and it felt better than I could ever possibly have imagined. My pussy was sucking his dick just as my mouth had previously done, and I felt every inch of it stimulating my pussy as it sent wave after wave of pleasure through my body.

"Oh Steve, I've wanted you to fuck me for years. I've thought about you every time Scott fucked me. I love your dick, fuck me faster, please fuck me faster." I pleaded as each stroke of his beautiful dick intoxicated my brain with pleasure. My mind was no longer lucid; I was drunk from the pleasure I was receiving. I was like putty in his hands and felt like I could fuck him forever.

"Oh, that feels so good Steve; I love for you to fuck me. It never ever feels this good when Scott fucks me. You make me feel so good that I'd do anything you asked of me.

I climaxed so many times on his huge cock that I lost count as he fucked me and sent wave after wave of pleasure all throughout my body. I swear I could feel the huge ridge around the head of his cock and every vein on its massive shaft as my pussy stretch around it. I sucked his tongue as if it was a small dick as he fondled my tits and fucked me. He knowingly teased me by darting his tongue in and out of my mouth.

He rolled me over on top of him and slapped each of my buttocks and it felt so good as they became redder and redder. "Oh whip me Steve; I've been a very bad girl tonight. Please whip me. It hurts so good. Please whip me harder," I pleaded, and he did. He slapped my ass until it was blood red and I loved both the pain and the sensual sensations it sent throughout my body.

"You haven't been bad enough yet Paula. Now sit up and ride my cock you slut. I want you to fuck me cowgirl style!"

I loved the dirty talk; it made me hotter than hell and I did as he commanded. I knew I was his slut and I loved it. I sat up and impaled myself on his monster cock. Up and down, I went as I rode his cock until I creamed all over it...not once, but several times. My feminine fluids ran down his huge cock and covered his massive balls.

We fucked in every position that I knew and many that I had never even heard of, and would have thought to be impossible if he had tried to explain them to me. I knew I was an amateur and he was a professional at this game. I wanted him to teach me everything he knew and I was confident that he would do just that in the near future.

Luckily, I was the beneficiary of his prior climaxes when I had pleasured him with my hands. That enabled him to fuck me for almost an hour before I felt his dick begin to throb. It throbbed so hard that I swear I felt my ass shake and quiver from the vibrations. Finally, I felt him explode inside of me as his balls squeezed spurt after spurt of white creamy baby making fluid against my cervix. The feeling of his hot cum inside of me sent shivers all throughout my body, which then stiffened and trembled as I experienced my most satisfying orgasm ever.

He rolled over beside me and we hugged, kissed and enjoyed the pleasure of touching each other's bodies for several minutes. He started kissing my breasts and rolling one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, while gently biting on the other one. I started to become aroused again and my hand reached down to feel his dick. To my surprise and delight, it was as hard as a rock again.

I immediately became as hot as a pepper sprout and he crawled between my legs and started fucking me again. We fucked and talked and he told me how much he loved fucking me and hoped this wouldn't be the last time. I assured him that he could fuck me anytime he wanted to.

"Paula, do you remember saying that you would do anything for me?" he asked as the blood started to leave my brain and pool in my groin area. I was again delirious from the sensual sensations each stroke of his huge cock was sending through my body, and had trouble comprehending what he was saying to me.

Finally, he said, "three of my customers and I used to play poker every Wednesday night and tonight is Wednesday."

"Yes, I know its Wednesday, what about it?" I asked.

"Jenny used to fuck all four of us before we played poker."

"Oh, that sounds so sexy and exciting. I bet she loved that," I said.

"Yes she did Paula and my customers loved it even more. Do you remember telling me that you would do anything for me," he said as his voice noticeably faltered.

"What are you trying to say Steve? Are you asking me to fuck your customers?" I asked while trying to figure out what I thought about his proposal before he actually even asked me to do it.

"After trying out a number of men, Jenny picked out the ones that she wanted to be regulars, so you know they're all good looking and well built. You told me you would do anything for me Paula and that would sure make me feel good...and you too. Will you do it?" he asked.

I thought about it for a few minutes, the thought of four men with big cocks fucking me at the same time was really turning me on. Then I thought of Scott and I knew how much he wanted me to please Steve. I had told Steve that I would do anything for him and the more I thought about it, the more the idea intrigued me. I wondered how much pleasure I could get from four men pleasing me at the same time, and knew I would love it.

"I wasn't going to tell you this Steve, but Scott asked me to come over and fuck you tonight in order to help bring you out of your depression. Since he wanted me to fuck you, I don't think he would mind if I fucked your poker buddies too, if it would make you happy. I would love to fuck all of you; however, just to be sure that Scott would be ok with it, I'm going to wait and ask him first," I said just before he filled my pussy up with another load of baby making fluid.

"You know what comes now, don't you Paula?" He asked with a silly grin on his face.

"I know," I replied as I moved down between his legs and licked and sucked him clean.

We lay in bed for another fifteen or twenty minutes sated and exhausted as we recovered from what we both swore was the best sex we had ever experienced. We finally got out of bed, hugged, and kissed for several minutes and told each other how much we loved fucking each other.

"How do you feel now Steve? Are you still depressed or are you back to being the old happy go lucky Steve that I've come to love over the past few years?" I said while knowing the answer and feeling extremely proud of myself.

"The old Steve is back Paula and he's here to stay as long as you keep fucking me, especially if you allow my poker buddies to fuck you too," he happily exclaimed.

"In that case you're going to stay happy for a long time because I'm going to be fucking you forever. If Scott allows it, I'll be fucking your poker buddies too, and I can hardly wait for it to happen," I said while feeling very pleased and proud of myself.

He squeezed and caressed my ass cheeks, and damn if I didn't start getting turned on again. However, I knew Scott would be awake and waiting for me to tell him how much Steve had enjoyed fucking me. I put on my dress, handed him my thong for a souvenir, and went home to my husband.

It was almost midnight when I opened the door and entered the house, but I was still surprised that Scott hadn't met me at the door. All the lights in the house were out except for our bedroom, so I walked to the bedroom and saw him standing there waiting for me.

I was proud of myself and smiling from ear to ear, as he walked over, pulled my dress up over my head and dropped it to the floor. He smiled too, and I slid my tongue between his lips in search of his own tongue as he kissed me.

He immediately took a step back and wiped his lips with his hand, and I saw a look of shock on his face that soon turned to disgust and then anger, as he looked down and his gaze quickly scanned my cum covered body.

I purposely hadn't washed my face or even washed away Steve's cum that covered my pussy both inside and out, and ran down both legs all the way to my feet. I was proud of myself for being able to cure Steve's depression, and confident that Scott would want to see and smell the evidence that Steve had actually fucked me.
While he stood there stunned with his face turning redder by the second, I looked over at the bed and saw the dildo laying on the bed...all oiled up and waiting for me.

"Oh what have I done? What have I done? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I screamed at the top of my voice as I stared at the dildo and my eyes filled with tears.

Scott turned and looked at the dildo and the anger on his face slowly subsided as he realized that there had been a terrible misunderstanding. He remembered that he had told me not just once, but several times, that he wanted me to fuck Steve. He walked over and picked up the dildo that I had named Steve, then came back and handed it to me.

"Go take a long hot bath and brush your teeth and throw Steve in the trash can," he said with a tone of understanding although not quite forgiveness in his voice.

When I had bathed, brushed my teeth and gargled for good measure, I returned and removed a nightgown from one of my dresser drawers. "That won't be necessary; just come over here and get in bed," he said.

I lay down on my side facing Scott and told him everything that had happened including my long time fantasies of fucking Steve, as well as my desire to continue fucking him, and his poker buddies too. Then he admitted some things that came as a complete surprise to me.

Because he had been unable to please me for years, he had fantasied that it was actually Steve fucking and pleasing me. He bought the dildo so he could visualize Steve fucking me and making me have massive orgasms. He had heard me yell out for Steve to fuck me when the dildo was fucking me, and he knew that I was fantasizing that it was Steve.

He rolled over facing me, put his arm around me, pulled me tightly against him, and sent a surge of pleasure through my body as he kissed me fervently on my lips. He rolled me over on my back and lay on top of me. I spread my legs and trembled from the sensual sensations of his dick as it entered me and began sliding against the walls of my love canal.

I responded with a passion that I hadn't shown in years when he fucked me. I reached up, grabbed the edge of the mattress, and fucked him as much as he fucked me. My hips reached up to meet every stroke of his dick as it rammed into my pussy. I felt sensations that I hadn't felt in years when we made love.

I had hardly felt anything for years when he fucked me, but now I felt every stroke of his dick just as I did the first few years we were married. I let his dick stroke easily into me, and then my pussy clinched tightly around it while it milked him on the outstroke. I was on cloud nine as he fucked me and I enjoyed every sensation that flowed through my body as he continuously nailed me to the mattress.

All of a sudden, I felt a sensation that I hadn't felt in years when we made love. I was beginning to have an orgasm! I could hardly believe it as it began to overwhelm me. My hips began to gyrate faster and faster as I actually began to take control and force him to stroke me faster throughout the first orgasm I had experienced with him in years...the old Paula was back, and I knew she was back to stay.

Scott moaned and groaned and a look of satisfaction came over his face that I couldn't remember ever seeing before, as he climaxed and sent spurt after spurt of thick white cum deep into my love canal. My pussy had experienced numerous orgasms that day, and I had finally figured out why Scott had been unable to give me an orgasm for years. It was my fault that I had been unable to have orgasms, not his. I had rejected him because he couldn't give me a baby. That's why I had wanted so badly for Steve to fuck me.

He looked down at me as his balls squeezed the last spurt of cum from his dick and I looked straight in to his eyes and said, "I'm pregnant Scott."

"I suspected that when I tasted Steve on your lips saw his cum all over your body. Let's make sure you're pregnant honey. I want to make sure that we have children and a lot of them. Don't you?" he Asked as he hugged me and gave me a long lingering kiss.

"Of course dear," I happily replied.

From then on, I fucked Steve and his buddies every poker night until I was sure I was pregnant. To my delight, Scott insisted that I continue to fuck them until I felt it might endanger the baby. Of course, I insisted that Scott become one of those poker players.

*****

Nine months later, I looked up from my hospital bed and saw Scott smiling down at me as I held my beautiful red headed babies...one in each arm. Yes, I had twins, a boy and a girl. In a few minutes, in walked Steve and Linda arm in arm, and those of us who knew her best could tell she was pregnant.

My visits with Steve had helped him overcome his depression and he and Linda had gotten together and done some fucking on the side. They didn't waste any time and got married last month. Yes, Steve and I told her everything and all she said was, "it will be nice for Steve and me to enjoy poker night with our best friends."

One time of fucking Steve had turned me into a slut for big cocks and the same thing had happened to Linda when he fucked her. She had been fucking Steve and his poker buddies in my absence. Yes, I still plan to pleasure Steve and his buddies, and I'm sure Linda's participation pleases all the men, especially Scott.

Oh, I almost forgot, paternity test proved that Scott is the baby's father.


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