Jim Miller had written "The Spartacus Club," and it had been published. A women's literary club (?) liked the book and invited Jim to enter an authors' competition against two other men. It was Jim's chance to get some money to pay Cindy back for all the loans she had given him...
The opportunity was too good to pass up. I wrote back accepting their invitation, and the ladies' literary club sent me an airplane ticket to Los Angeles, where the competition was to be held. I told Cindy that I needed to go to LA for a few days to be in an authors' competition.
In bed the night before I was scheduled to go, Cindy wanted to talk.
"Okay, so tomorrow you're going to LA to be in some sort of authors' contest. But you never told me before that you were a published author. What did you write?"
I didn't tell Cindy about The Spartacus Club when I wrote it, or even when it was published. And I still didn't want to talk to her about it. I was never totally comfortable myself with the knowledge that I had experienced one of the most memorable orgasms of my life while I was playing the role of a submissive male for two beautiful dominatrixes. I was afraid that if Cindy knew about it, the knowledge might somehow damage our relationship.
"Oh...it was just a sort of man-to-man story about an experience that I had a couple of years ago. I never talked to you about it because I know that the story isn't the kind of thing that you would ever be interested in."
"How do you know that I wouldn't be interested? I think it's really exciting that something you wrote has been published! Was that the writing I saw you working so hard on several months ago?"
"Yes, that was it.” I needed to find a way to guide the conversation away from my writing, or better yet, to end the conversation altogether.
At first, I wasn't sure what I should do...but then I thought of a plan. She couldn't keep asking me about my writing if we were having sex.
Without giving her warning, I pulled her face over close to mine and kissed her. She was surprised by the sudden kiss, and for the first few seconds, she wasn't really kissing me back. But we both really like kissing, and this kiss quickly became a very good one.
In moments, her lips parted and I stuck my tongue into her mouth.
For a little while, she gently sucked on my tongue as I thrust it back and forth from one side of her mouth to the other. Then she started to push hard against my tongue with her own.
We dueled evenly for a few moments, and then she got the upper hand and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I sucked happily on her tongue for a while. It felt good, it was fun, and I hoped it would put an end to her questions.
As soon as we ended the kiss, she looked at me seriously and said, "You never even told me the title of your story. I really don't see why you have to be so secretive about it."
Okay...so it was going to take more than just a good kiss to get her mind off my writing. She was lying on her back, and she had worn only panties to bed. I moved my left hand onto her left breast. I gave it a good squeeze, and then started to gently caress it. As I felt her soft, exciting tit flesh under my hand, I started to like my plan for getting her thoughts away from my book.
I was starting to feel enthusiastic about the idea of making love to her. At first, though I hadn't exactly asked her what she thought of the idea, she seemed to like my plan too. She moaned and pressed her left tit against my hand.
But then she pushed my hand away and said, "Wait a minute. We can do that after you tell me about your story."
Damn! I know that Cindy can be stubborn when she wants to be. But so can I. I moved my body over hers and pressed my lips onto her right tit. I licked wetly all around the aureola and across the nipple, and then I sucked the nipple into my mouth.
"Ohhh!" Cindy sighed as I sucked on her right nipple. She has very sensitive titties. Sometimes, I can make her cum just by licking and sucking her tits. She put her hands on the back of my head and pulled my face against her tit.
"Suck harder!" she moaned.
I was encouraged by her sighs and moans to do more. I knew that I was really getting to her now, and I was really getting to myself, too. I was hot, and I wasn't thinking about the need to get her mind away from my book any more. The only thing I was thinking about was fucking her. She took her hands away from the back of my head and moved them down to her sides.
Her voice sounded quite strained when she spoke again, but surprisingly, she still wanted to talk about my story. "I bet I would love your story. It hurts me to know that you're willing to share your story with the rest of the world, but not with me."
SHIT! That was even worse than just asking questions. Now, she was going to make me feel guilty about not sharing The Spartacus Club with her. I had to try even harder to take her mind off my writing.
I licked and slurped her right tit voraciously, and I sucked as much as possible into my mouth. Then I moved to the left tit. Cindy shuddered under my vigorous oral assault on her tits.
"Ahhh!" she moaned. "Eat them both, baby! Eat them all up!"
Finally! I might have enjoyed my victory, that on this occasion at least, my stubbornness had bested hers. But I didn't really care. All I was thinking about was eating her all up, and then fucking her brains out.
I rolled her over onto her stomach and got between her legs. I pulled her panties down to the top of her legs. I left them there for a moment to caress her firm ass cheeks. Then I pulled her panties the rest of the way off and took off my boxers.
I started to enjoy her ass with my mouth. I kissed and licked and sucked, and even bit gently a couple of times.
"Cindy," I truthfully whispered "your ass is...is delicious!” I pushed her cheeks apart and stuck my tongue into her crack as far as it would go. I licked all along the crack, from just over her cunt mouth all the way up over her back entrance. I did it again.
She trembled and groaned "Ohhh, fuck!" when I licked her the second time. She pulled her knees up under her body and raised her ass up for me, giving me more complete access. Keeping her face against the mattress, she whispered urgently "More!"
I reached between her legs with my right hand and stroked my fingers along her outer pussy lips. The juice leaking from her crack was hot on my fingers. I rubbed back and forth, gently pressing the tip of my index finger between her lips, gradually going deeper and deeper, until I found her clit.
She shuddered when I rubbed the tip of my finger over her hot, throbbing trigger. I stroked her clit a few times, then pulled my hand back a little and stuck two fingers into her pussy.
She nearly came. I thought it was a little too soon, so I held my hand still, trying to let her calm down just a little. After a minute, she started gently rocking back and forth, fucking the fingers that I was just holding still. She was soaking my hand with her hot juices.
We were both so into it now, I really believe that if I had started talking about my book, she would have made me stop so that we could fuck without distraction.
I slipped my two fingers out of her pussy and traced her crack back up to her little pink rosette. I pressed the tip of my index finger against the hole. She had it squeezed tightly closed, so I simply rubbed around and over the hole for a few moments.
Then I got a big ball of spit on my tongue and licked it onto her puckered little opening. I pushed hard with my tongue, trying to get as much moisture inside as possible. Again, I pressed the tip of my finger against the hole.
"Ohhh!" Cindy panted. "Jim...I don't know. I've never taken anything up my ass before."
"Don't worry, baby," I whispered. "Just relax for me. I know you'll like it.” A few moments later, my finger slid into her up to the first knuckle.
"Auugh! Jim...that feels...kind of weird."
"Just keep it relaxed, honey. Soon I'll make it feel great.” Slowly, I pressed forward, then pulled back only to press forward again. I tried to go really slow. I didn't want to cause her any discomfort.
In a few minutes, I had my index finger all the way into her rectum. It did start to feel good to Cindy. Just like when I had my fingers in her cunt, I held my hand still. And, just like then, she started rocking back and forth, fucking the finger that was up her ass.
I carefully worked a second finger into her rectum. With two fingers all the way into her ass, she was rocking back and forth with a steady rhythm. I started to pull my fingers back, then plunge them all the way in, with the same rhythm.
She was moaning steadily, and her rocking kept getting faster and faster. She reached back with her right hand and started rubbing hard over the top of her slit. In moments, she had an earth-shattering orgasm.
"Aagggh! Oh, F-U-C-K!" she cried as her body started to shake violently.
I could feel her bowels clamping down rhythmically around my pumping fingers. She grabbed a pillow and pressed her face into it. She groaned loudly the whole time she was cumming.
When the spasms in her ass finally subsided, I pulled my fingers out. She reached back between her legs. I moved forward, on my knees, and she guided my cock to her cunt mouth.
"Fuck me...extra hard!" she panted.
I was more than ready.
I desperately wanted to do exactly what she had told me to do. I don't remember pressing forward the first time. But I do remember feeling the hot walls of her pussy massaging all of my cock, and I do remember feeling my balls against her delicate outer cunt lips.
In moments, my hips were a blur as I pumped my rigid cock into her sweet cunt.
Our bedroom echoed with our moans and with loud, wet, slapping sounds as my hips pounded hard against her ass cheeks.
It took only a few minutes of our vigorous fucking to make me feel the throbbing in my cock that meant I was going to cum.
"Cindy...ohhh...CINDY!" I groaned as my cock exploded. I shuddered violently as my cock pumped out my load of cum, spurt after hot spurt, into her pussy. She moaned and fell down onto the bed.
A moment later, as soon as my balls had been pumped completely dry, I fell on top of her. After a few minutes, my cock had softened enough to slip out of her cunt, and I rolled off to the side.
She spoke first. "Jim that was the first time I ever had anything up my ass like that. I didn't know...I could cum back there...and how great it could feel.” She snuggled tight against me. "That was a great fuck, baby. I think it's been a while since we had one as good as that."
"I know. Sorry. Maybe if I can win the prize money in LA, we can have great fucks like that more often."
"Jim, you let your lack of money bother you far too much! But, since you brought the subject up again, let's talk about your story..."
Uh, oh! I screwed up. Thinking fast, I closed my eyes and made snoring noises.
She looked at me and sighed. "Okay, my sexy, secretive stud! Okay. We do it your way for now. But when you come back from LA, we're going to have to talk!"
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I glanced over at Samantha. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be asleep. So far, I couldn't see much to her novel. But I had only been reading for a few minutes, so I went back to the book to read further.
“Hmmm!" she sighed. "That feels good. You have warm, strong hands, and a very nice
touch.” After the upper and middle parts of her back were covered with sunscreen,
Eric stood up. "Wait," she said. "You have to rub that in for several minutes to
make it stay on. If you don't, and I decide to go in the water, it'll all wash right
off!"
Eric thought that her sunscreen sounded a little odd, but he didn't mind rubbing
her back some more. In fact, he was starting to enjoy the feel of her soft skin. He
knew that Vickie was only a little older than him, and he thought she was very
attractive.
As he started to rub her back again, he looked down at her shapely ass and
beautiful legs. She sighed and moaned softly at the feelings his hands were giving
her. His cock started to tingle and to swell up inside his shorts. He wondered if
she really intended for him to get excited.
Eric was rubbing her harder and harder, and his hands kept getting lower on her
back. "Hmmm!" she sighed again, thoroughly enjoying the feelings that his strong
hands were giving her. She suddenly rose up a little, turned her body to the left,
and picked up her drink with her left hand.
Her movement brought her left breast into full view, and he gasped at the sight
of her beautiful tit. She took a long, slow sip to give him plenty of time to look.
As he gazed at her tit, she glanced down at the rapidly growing bulge in his shorts.
Knowing the effect that her body was having on him made her feel her own wetness.
Now Samantha's novel was starting to get interesting. When I was only eighteen, I had had an experience something like the one that Eric was having in the story. My memories of that experience, and the story about Vickie and Eric, were starting to get me excited.
I felt a little movement inside my briefs. The erection that I kind of expected to get was starting to develop. I went back to the novel, with a little more enthusiasm this time.
He rubbed down her back to just over her swimsuit bottoms and stopped."Go ahead," Vickie whispered. "I'm going to finish my tan in the nude. Open the ties and put sun screen on my ass too."
If he had been unsure of her intentions before, there was no longer any room for doubt. They both knew that this was not about tanning. This was about sex. Judging by his full erection, there was no doubt either about Eric's willingness, his eagerness, to do what she wanted him to do.
He opened the tie on each side and pulled the bottom of her swimsuit away from her body. He put a little more sunscreen on his hands and started rubbing it onto her buttocks.
"What...?” I was suddenly startled. I had been feeling my cock swelling up inside my pants. I expected that when the story started to get hotter. But then I thought I felt something different. Like maybe a very light touch on the middle of my left thigh. I looked over at Samantha. She still seemed to be sleeping. After a moment, I decided to ignore the feeling that I wasn't sure I had felt, and go back to the reading.
Eric rubbed her ass cheeks for a couple of minutes, then put his lips and
tongue where his hands had been. He kissed and licked her ass flesh hungrily,
enjoying the feel and the taste. (There was a little sunscreen there too, but
he just ignored that part.) He put his thumbs at the sides of her asshole and
pressed outward. Her cheeks separated...
This time I was sure. The touch on my thigh was stronger. I looked over at Samantha. Her eyes were still closed, but she was smiling. She rubbed her right hand down my thigh and grabbed hold of the pole inside my pants.
"I've been watching this bump grow. You must be at one of the good parts now. Read to me," she said.
"Wha...what?" I gasped.
"Do it!" she hissed, and she squeezed my cock for emphasis.
"Owww!" I said. "But, Samantha, someone will hear."
"Everyone close to us is sleeping. Don't be such a fucking wimp! Just do it!" and she squeezed my cock again.
Now, this was unexpected. I had really believed that she was sleeping. I was unprepared to learn that she had been watching my hard-on growing. And now she had a firm grip on it. I wasn't sure what I should do. I didn't really want to read her erotic novel aloud on that crowded airplane.
"Samantha, I don't think...Owww!”
This time, she pushed my cock painfully downward as she squeezed it. I didn't want to make any commotion either. The way she was acting, I didn't think that she would just quietly stop doing what she was doing.
I decided that I would have to let Samantha have her way, at least for the time being. I started to read aloud, hoping that it was just loud enough for her to hear, but not loud enough for anyone else to hear.
and her puckered little hole was fully exposed to him. He licked wetly all
around it, and over it, then he stiffened his tongue and pushed down against it.
He kept pushing until his tongue slipped through her anus into her rectum.
“Ohhh!" she gasped at the unfamiliar, wet feeling in her ass hole. She trembled
as his hot, wet tongue invaded her body. She arched her back, pressing her ass
against his face, offering up both of her holes for him to use in any way that
he chose.
He pumped his tongue in and out of her asshole for a few minutes. She groaned
and started wiggling her ass back and forth. His tongue was giving her some
unfamiliar, very hot feelings. So much cream was leaking from her slit, it started
to trickle down the inside of her left leg. He suddenly pulled his tongue out of
her ass and...
"Gaaa!" I groaned. Samantha had been busy while I had been reading. She had opened the zipper on my pants and pushed my briefs down out of the way. Now, my balls were exposed and my fully erect cock was sticking up from my groin, with her right hand wrapped firmly around it.
"Shit!" I thought. "What is she doing? What if someone sees?”
Fortunately, Samantha and I had both had a drink before the reading started, and both tray tables were down in front of us. I felt reasonably covered by those tray tables. And Samantha pulled the blanket over to cover me a little bit more.
But what the heck was going on? I had never had any experience even remotely like what was happening to me now! And who was this woman, this Samantha Collins, who looked like such a sophisticated, wealthy lady, but now seemed to be in reality one of the most dominant and lascivious women I had ever known?
Besides, I was in love with Cindy. Could I let this new woman, this stranger, do this to me? Would it mean that I was being unfaithful to Cindy if I did let her do it?
"Read!" she ordered.
I wasn't going to have a lot of time to think about what she was doing. She kept her hand around my cock, and whenever I stopped reading for more than just a few seconds, she gave it a painful squeeze. I continued to read aloud, but as softly as I could, still hoping that no one else would hear.
SMACK! He slapped her right ass cheek, hard, with his right hand.“OWWW!" she cried out in surprise. For a moment, she thought about getting angry. Maybe she shouldn't let him get away with shit like that. But the juices flooding from her cunt made her change her mind. She smiled a lust-filled smile, then got up on her knees to raise her ass up for him. She wiggled it at him, letting him know that he was free to do anything he wanted to her.
SMACK! His blow landed on her right cheek again. Then, SMACK! This time, it was on the left cheek. He continued slapping her ass until both cheeks had turned a bright pink. She was surprised by the intense feelings of pleasure that the ass beating was giving her. There was initial pain, but it was immediately followed by intense pleasure.
"Ahhh!" she moaned as he slapped her ass.
He moved up beside her head. "Take it out," he told her.
She sat up and reached over to unfasten his shorts. She wasn't especially surprised to find that there was no underwear inside. She pulled his shorts down his legs and...
"Ohhh!" I groaned, as an involuntary shudder raced through my body. Samantha was slowly pumping the skin up and down along the shaft of my stiff cock. I looked over at her, and she looked back at me with an angry scowl.
I had to keep reading.
he stepped out of them. They were both completely naked now. She leaned over
and licked the end of his cock. Then she started licking wetly all over his hairy
balls and stiff cock. She covered his cock with her spit and used her hand to rub
his cock shaft all over her face. Then she opened her hot mouth and took him inside.
“Gaaa!" he groaned as her lips closed down tightly around his cock shaft. She
moved her head forward, swallowing his cock as she went, until he was in to the
hilt. She started to move her head back and forth, deep throating him expertly.
He began pumping his hips forward as she swallowed him, and back as she pulled
her head back. They kept a perfect rhythm going for a few minutes, then she pulled
her mouth off his cock and...
“Auggh!" I gasped as another, stronger shudder raced through my body. Samantha was pumping my cock faster, and she had reached over with her left hand to grope and tickle my balls.
Damn! I believed that Eric was enjoying the feelings that Vickie was giving him, and I was sure that I was enjoying the feelings that Samantha was giving me.
I was beyond the point of really wanting to stop this, beyond the point of thinking clearly. I was even beyond the point of worrying about maybe being unfaithful to Cindy. If Samantha had stopped pumping my cock...I didn't want her to stop pumping my cock. I wanted her to make me cum. I hoped that she was going to keep doing it until she made me cum.
I continued reading.
lay down on her back on the lounge.Eric didn't really want to fuck her outside like that, where someone might see them. "Your bedroom..." he suggested.
"No. Don't worry. This back yard is big, and there are lots of obstructions. No one will see us. Fuck me here!"
She spread her legs wide, and he got into position between them. With his hand, he pushed just the tip of his cock up and down along her slit, enjoying the feel of her wetness and heat on the end of his cock. When the tip rubbed over her clit, she groaned and shuddered as a small orgasm raced through her body.
When her brief shuddering ended, he positioned himself at her entrance and abruptly thrust himself inside, embedding his cock to the hilt in one push. "Ohhh!" they moaned together.
"Ohhh!" I moaned as Samantha continued pumping my cock. I felt the tingling and the throbbing that meant I was getting pretty close.
She must have known that I was getting close. She took an empty drink glass from her tray table and, with her left hand, held the glass over the end of my cock. She kept pumping the shaft, faster and faster, with her right hand.
I continued to read.
Once his cock felt the hot, tight grip of her cunt, he could wait no more. He
immediately started to pump his hips back and forth frantically, in a frenzied
surrender to pure lust. She was caught off guard by the vigor, the near violence,
of his fucking.
“Augh!" she moaned. It took her a moment to realize that he had actually established
a rhythm, his fucking movements were so fast, and it took another moment to pick up
his rhythm. But then she started to move her body under his, to fuck him back, with
the same frantic rhythm that he was using.
"Fuck me! Shit! Fuck me hard, you poor bastard!" she told him.
"Read! Read and cum!" Samantha told me.
Her hand was flying up and down my cock shaft. The throbbing in my cock had built up to near spasms, and I felt the cum boiling in my balls. My orgasm was so close. How could I keep reading?
But somehow I did it. I went back to the book.
Eric felt the walls of her cunt squeezing tightly down around his plunging cock,
then retreating, then squeezing down again. Her cunt was sucking him, pulling him
even deeper inside, and it was urging him to cum.
His cock was throbbing, and he felt cum rushing up the tubes from his balls toward
the hole at the end of his cock.
Suddenly, the throbbing exploded into violent spasms. "AHHH!" he screamed loudly,
blasting a huge load of hot cum into her spasming pussy.
"AHHH!" I screamed softly, blasting my own huge load of hot cum into the empty drink glass. Samantha's timing had been perfect. As Eric approached his climax, she had pumped my cock frantically, and she had softly urged "CUM!”
My body shuddered violently for a few moments, and then I collapsed back against my seat. I was feeling pretty spent. I was in no condition to continue reading.
I turned off Samantha's laptop and closed it.
Samantha gave me a kind of smile. "That was...nice. You're a good reader!" she laughed. She pulled the drink glass out from under my tray table. There was a pretty good load of hot, musky cum in it. She held the side of the glass against my cheek and said, "See how hot you are inside?” She tipped the glass back and forth and watched my cum roll across the bottom of the glass.
"Thick and gooey!" she laughed. She held the glass up under my nose and laughed again when I recoiled at the pungent odor. She was obviously having a pretty good time. She set the glass down on her own tray table.
I put Samantha's laptop under the seat in front of me. I reached under my tray table, tucked my deflated cock back into my briefs, and readjusted my clothing. Then I pushed the tray up and locked it against the back of the seat in front of me.
"Leave it!" Samantha ordered when I started to reach for the glass of cum. LEAVE IT? How could I just leave that glass of my cum on her tray? What would the flight attendant think when she came to make the final trash pick up? What if she lifted it to her nose...I shivered at the thought. I couldn't just leave it.
I grabbed the glass of cum and quickly took it into one of the lavatories to get rid of it. When I came back to my seat, Samantha was clearly angry with me. "Be reasonable, Samantha," I told her. "How could I just leave that stuff sitting there on your tray?"
She looked angry for a moment, but then she softened. She sighed and said "Oh, I guess it's okay, Jim. You just disappointed me. I thought that you understood. If you're going to play a game like that, you have to be willing to follow through, to let it play out all the way to the end. If you had left the glass on my tray, we could have enjoyed the game a little longer, and it would have ended better."
"But...when I thought of the flight attendant picking up that glass to throw it away. Looking at the goo in the glass, probably wondering what it could be. Maybe even lifts it up to her nose to smell it, and then the look on her face when she realized what it was...”
I shivered again as I imagined the flight attendant's face as she held the glass up to her nose. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't leave the glass of cum there."
"You'll have to learn to appreciate...and even enjoy...squirmy little feelings like those. I think the look on her face would have been absolutely priceless! And I'm still mad at you for denying me the pleasure of seeing it.”
Then she smiled and said "Okay, Jim. Now I really am going to get a little rest. You can read some more if you want. But this time, you don't have to read out loud."
I didn't really feel like reading any more. I needed to sort out my feelings about what we had just done. We had both obviously enjoyed it. I was concerned that maybe I had violated the mutual trust that I had with Cindy. I would never want to hurt her, or to threaten our relationship for the sake of a cheap, short lived thrill with someone I didn't really know.
How could a simple hand-job like that get me so excited and make me cum so hard? Was it the unplanned, unexpected part of it that excited me so much? The novelty of the situation? I don't think I'll ever understand the human sexual response. And there's no hope at all that I'll ever be able to really control my own sexual responses!
I decided that I would just have to accept my own sexuality as it is, and hope that Cindy can accept it too. Of course, in return, I'll have to accept her sexuality as it is. Under the right sort of circumstances, I clearly might challenge the limits of her trust in me. I would never plan to do it, or intend to do it.
But when I get sexually aroused, obviously I don't think clearly. At times like that, I'm a hot, stiff dick uncontrolled by mind. I can do things that I will regret later.
Is that a serious personal flaw, I wondered, or is that just the way that people are? It seems that the only way to really avoid hurting the one you love is to stop a potentially erotic situation before you start getting aroused by it. I really should have stopped Samantha when I felt her first light touch on my thigh. That's what I would do if some kind of unplanned erotic situation started to develop in the future...I hoped.
The rest of our flight was uneventful. Samantha and I talked only a little more, and our conversation was not especially memorable.
When we got into the airport terminal and started to go our separate ways, we shook hands and she said, "I'm happy to have met you, Jim. I did enjoy talking to you and...our game. But know this, James Miller: when you see me next, I won't be playing any games.”
She turned and quickly walked away, leaving me to just wonder about her last words to me. What did she mean about when I see her next?
Life can be so mysterious.
.There's a LOT more...especially after Jim and Cindy get to Themiscyra House! Hope it sounds interesting, and that you enjoy the story!
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