Lobster
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"So, what do you think?" she asked. Darla was the
aggressive one of the pair, I had noticed. She was
also the cute one, especially her face and blond hair.
I like plump ladies, with their curves and lust for
life. Darla was pretty, attractively made up, and had
thick shoulder-length hair worn center-parted with
sweeping "feathers", like back in the good 'ol 1980s;
liked the style then, missed it now.

Her husband Joe (who they assured me everyone called
"Lobster" for some reason) wasn't my type. It isn't
that I check out guys, but sometimes I do find guys
cute. Not this time. His hairiness was off-putting to
me, from his thick short beard to the hair running
down his neck and obviously to his back. He too was
large, but he was in the "strong" category of large
men. A bear. Lobster was fun to talk to, but I wasn't
sure I wanted sex with him.

Thing is, Darla and Lobster were a package deal. It
was both or nothing. As she asked her question, she
brushed her hair back from her cheek and I had a
sudden image of her hair swaying as she sucked me. It
was the sort of strong mental image I take for a
premonition. The image of her round cheeks hollowed as
she sucked my saliva-slickened pud was so intense, as
was the way her feathered hair moved... damn.

"Your room or mine?" I smiled.

"How about ours?" Lobster said. "That way we can kick
you out when we are done with you!" He said it with a
hearty laugh, but I knew there was some underlying
truth too. It was always easier for the third to leave
a couple.

A few minutes later we were in their room. Or rather,
outside it. Lobster opened the door and tried to usher
us in, but Darla was already in heat. She pressed me
against the wall, prying my lips open with her tongue.
It isn't often that I am kissed so hard, or
aggressively. Her hand found my bulge and she squeezed
enthusiastically. Having demonstrated her place in
this scene, she left me panting and went into the
room.

"Take off your clothes," she told me, already sitting
on the bed. Lobster looked up from the soft cooler he
was exploring (it turned out to be holding a jug of
Cosmos). Although I am not shy, it was a bit unnerving
to remove my clothes while they both watched. Although
I had been hard when I entered the room, I fell to
half-mast by the time I was nude. "Play with
yourself," Darla said, "let me see how you do it."

Again, I did as she asked [ordered?], closing my eyes
and rubbing my cock. Unlike a lot of guys I see in
porn movies, my hand actually moves very little when I
masturbate. I don't "jack off", I massage the
sensitive nerve bundle under my glans. My thumb stays
on top and barely moves, while my fore and middle
finger circle round and round the hot spot on the
underside of my dick.

I heard the bed squeak, and opened my eyes to see
Darla sliding off the bed. "Keep going," she murmured.
She unbuttoned the front of her blouse, then shrugged
it off. Still she stared at my hand as she unleashed
her bountiful breasts from her bra. Her hands cupped
them for a moment, and my cock surged in size. She
smiled a little, then wandered closer.

She looked down at my hand, still massaging my
burgeoning cock. With her head tipped down, her hair
looked like amber grain, gently moving in a Nebraskan
breeze. I was staring at her hair, and telling myself
not to, when she touched me. Her fingers lightly
caressed my mine, as if learning by touch what I was
doing.

"You have a pretty dick," she told me, looking up
briefly. Her eyes were huge, a deep brown over her
full red lips. I thanked her, and she looked down
again, leaving me to moan softly.

Her fingernails touched me, sharp and strong. My
fingers sped up, feeling her nails moving along my
dickhead, then sweeping gently through my peehole.
That tickled, but instead of laughing, I groaned. My
groan grew when she wriggled a nail against my
peehole... and into it.

"Aw, now don't do that shit," Lobster laughed. He had
arrived with a pair of Cosmos, ice cold. "You know
guys hate that finger-in-the-dick thing."

"Doesn't seem like he hates it," Darla replied,
looking up at me. Then she took a glass from Lobster
and handed it to me. "Drink up," she said. She took
the other glass and clinked it to mine before tipping
it back. Not to be outdone, I drank the glass in a
gulp, faintly repulsed by the sickeningly sweet taste,
but loving the burn of the potent alcohol when it hit
my gullet. Darla snickered a little, took my glass
from me, and told Lobster to make me another since I
was so thirsty.

Then her hand began to stroke me, an awesome imitation
of my own movement. It wasn't quite the same, since
her hand was smaller and coming from a different
angle. But the fact it was her hand, and that she had
learned quite well what I liked, made it very
exciting!

After just a minute of rubbing my dick, she pulled me
over to the bed, and sat on it. Now she leaned over me
and took my cock in her mouth. I tried to ignore how
damn good it felt (and looked--that hair!) as she
slowly moved my dickhead in and out of her hot mouth.
She wasn't sinking onto me all the way. Instead, her
tongue was pressing on that spot under my helmet, the
one I rubbed when masturbating. She'd move away, sink
on deeper, kiss my cockhead, etc, but always came back
to massage that spot.

A few minutes later I was groaning about cumming. She
stopped and stood up to remove her clothes. "You can't
cum yet," she said. She kissed me while her jeans hit
the floor, then her panties. I realized that I was
kissing the mouth that had just been frenching my rod,
and found the notion hot as hell. In my mind, I could
even taste the pre-cum.

I stepped back to admire her. She was curvy, with
ample hips and big breasts. Her fleshy mound was
covered by a thick mat of blond hair that formed a
wide triangle on her pubic bone and flowed all the
around to her anus. She leaned back and spread her
legs, pulling apart her pussy lips to give me a clear
view of her wanton gash. She was juicy enough that
droplets of her honey were glistening on her fur.

Unconsciously, I licked my lips. That made Darla grin.
"Like what you see?"

"Fuck YEAH," I said.

"How about you drink your drink, then come eat me?"

I turned to see Lobster, now nude himself, holding a
fresh Cosmopolitan for me. I pounded this one too,
feeling it burn. I think it was stronger than the
first one, if that was possible. I surreptitiously
glanced at his cock (guys compare themselves to other
guys, at least I do); large, cut, big headed, but bent
to the left even when 3/4 erect. He too was hairy,
with his dangling balls looking suspiciously like
fuzzy dice. He caught me looking and gave me a knowing
smile. Damn.

Then I knelt on the floor, and reached to pull Darla
to the edge of the bed. She helped a little and I
stared in awe at her crotch. I stroked her fur,
feeling her react as I cleared a space for my mouth. I
saw that her pussy was well used indeed, her lips wet
and dangling and shiny and large. Tentatively, I held
her lips apart, then leaned in for my first taste.

Her flavor was musky and her scent was heady. Darla
reacted with pleasure, groaning and twitching as I
tasted her. When my tongue slid up and over her clit,
she moaned softly. I looked up at her, seeing her huge
eyes staring at me, and smiled. "Eat me," she said,
purposely lewd. I love lewd women with potty mouths.

I tongued her deeply, intoxicated by her aroma while
drinking her copious juices. I know how to eat pussy
very well (I was taught by a younger woman with
sapphic desires, who at one point thought about
becoming a nun, of all things). I applied my skills to
Darla's furry twat, unleashing yet stronger
encouragement to employ my cunnilingual talents.

By the time I was done, my face was dripping with
sweat and cunt juice, and my fingers were cramping
from extended g-spot massage. At one point, Lobster
had moved onto the bed to get some cocksucking from
his hungry wife, but she eventually pushed him away to
concentrate on the orgasms that wracked her. While
that gave me a load of cock-throbbing pride, I also
regretted that she became disheveled by tossing that
blond mane of hers around. Goodbye '80s feathers.

I stood up, finding my knees were almost locked from
being in that position for too long. I also discovered
I had that head swimming feeling of intoxication and a
need to pee. When I came out of the bathroom, Lobster
had yet another drink for me. I knew I didn't need
another, but I wanted it all the same. I don't know
how much actual cranberry juice were in these things
now, but they burned going down.

Darla wanted to know if it were OK to have a smoke. I
looked over at the NO SMOKING sign on the door, but I
didn't really fucking care at the moment. Darla lit
up, inhaling the noxious fumes while praising my mouth
and hands. "You need to take lessons, baby," she told
Lobster.

"Maybe later," he grinned. "I feel like fucking
first."

"You are a fucking sweet-talker," Darla told him. "Let
me finish my cancer stick." She surveyed Lobster's
bent winkie, then looked at me. "Ever try sucking
dick?" she asked.

I turned red, embarrassed. In our lead up
conversations, she had asked the same thing and I had
evaded replying. Now, though, face-to-face, I couldn't
evade any longer. "Once or twice."

"Then give Lobster some head while I have another
ciggie." Turns out, Darla had always wanted to watch a
guy going gay, and my non-replies had made her
suspicious of my willingness. They had agreed to meet,
largely because of my suspected bisexuality. Now she
lived out her fantasy, and directed me.

Lobster laid on the bed, next to her. I put my head on
his lap, and began blowing him. Slowly, deliberately,
deeply. Taking my cue from Darla, I had furtively
watched how he touched himself, and applied the same
kind of technique now. He did jack himself, sliding
his cockskin up and down his rod while massaging that
bundle of nerves under the head. Pressing my lips to
his pecker, I did the same thing albeit more wetly.

They kissed for a while between her cigarettes, until
he just flat out had to gasp. "Fuck!" he exclaimed
without further explanation. His rock-hard cock,
throbbing hot in my mouth, required no explanation.

By the time Darla was done with her second cigarette,
she had me on my back with my mouth open. Lobster was
over me, slowly fucking my mouth. I'd been mouth
fucked before, so it was no big deal until he got to
The Bend. That kink in his cock caused unexpected
weirdness in my mouth and throat. I buckled and moved
his dickhead in odd, random directions. As I took it,
I began to wonder how it felt to Darla in her pussy.

Turns out that Darla thought it felt wonderful.
Finished with her cigarette, she got into a 69
position with me, and Lobster plowed into her sappy
cunt with little fanfare. He just tipped his hips and
pushed in. Darla gasped, and I watched intensely as
his cock buckled then snapped in as his hips just
pressed inexorably forward. He paused just for a
moment for their hairy loins to grind together. When
he pulled out, that crook gathered a nice supply of
juices, which dribbled down her clit and threatened to
drip.

I surged upward to capture the honey before it was
lost. I took a big lick, letting the flavor wash over
my tastebuds. I was aware of Lobster's proximity,
feeling movement and heat and smelling his scent. This
is the head situation I love so much: sucking juices
while the woman over me is being fucked. It is so
uncompromisingly sexual!

Cunny juice was soon frothing because Lobster was
fucking her hard in his desire to orgasm. Once, he
slipped out and smacked my face. I couldn't help
myself from tasting Darla on his dick. The crevices
beneath his large head cockhead held plenty of her
most pungent flavoring. I cleaned him, then heaved
myself up to literally suck her gaping hole. Its hard
to describe how intense the pleasure was for her and
me.

She wasn't idle either. She had no intention of
letting me cum, and in fact actively frustrated me.
She sucked at my cock, again wiping her tongue against
that most sensitive of my erogenous zones. I alerted
her to my impending orgasm, and she would immediately
stop and squeeze me. Her hands also milked my balls,
encouraging them to be busy creating jizz, but
gripping the base of my sack to keep my nuts from
engaging. I felt like I was on the edge the entire
time, and could have cum despite our precautions if I
would only focus on myself.

All told, there was probably only ten or fifteen
minutes of this before Lobster started muttering "fuck
fuck fuck". I looked up to see from extreme close
range how his nuts seemed to shrivel as his gonads
engaged. The urethra popped out as his cum coursed
through it and into Darla's pussy. He stabbed in and
out a few times, but then displayed a porn star's
prowess, pulling out slowly as cum filled his wife.
His cock was angry and wet and very edible looking.

Almost as soon as he plopped out wetly, leaving a
white trail of the stickiest cum dripping through her
soaked pubes, Darla gripped my cock--hard. It was like
she wanted to prevent me from moving as she moved her
stretched hole onto my mouth. It was a needless
technique, because I craved it. But being forced to
stay put... that was a special pleasure!

Darla not-so-carefully tipped her hips and settled
onto my mouth. I had a brief glance of the whiteness
Lobster had left behind, and then I was eating another
man's sperm from his wife's freshly fucked pussy. That
is such a nasty thing! But I was doing it, and moaning
loudly as I did. Her unshaved pubes trapped extra heat
and scent and texture, and seemed like a washcloth on
my cheeks. She slid back and forth, grinding her mop
onto my eager, eager mouth.

I kept my mouth working, licking and sucking as well
as I could. As much as she was pressing down, though,
I soon began to feel smothered (which I love). I could
quite tell where her parts where, but trusted her to
use me as she desired. I reckon at one moment I was
sucking clit, and the next I was licking between her
lips. I was a toy to her, to be used. I loved it!

Suddenly, she got incredibly intense, literally
bouncing on my face. When she touched me, she would
grind like she was removing carwax or something. Then
she would lift off and fall back down as I sucked for
breath. I heard her cry out something strangled, and
then she was cumming too.

I was flooded with the seed Lobster had deposited. Her
clenching canal squeezed it out, with first a big glob
of thick creampie, then smaller amounts that I could
more easily lick up. My tongue was awash with their
delights, and I could feel my cock bouncing with
pleasure. I wanted to cum while she did, but needed
some touch.

My time soon arrived. Darla rolled off my face, then
tiredly crawled around to kiss me. She smiled at me
wickedly, thanking me and asking if I liked eating her
cum-filled pussy. I assured her that I was more than
delighted.

"Wanna eat more?" she asked.

"Hmmmm, yes!" I said. She kissed me after that, again
asserting her control and making me feel entirely
hers.

Abruptly, she rolled onto her hands and knees,
announcing it was time for me to fuck her while her
husband watched. "You are a nasty woman," I smiled.

"Shut up and fuck me," she growled. I knelt behind her
and slipped into her stretched and slick pussy. There
wasn't much friction, but it was breaking the taboo
that was going to make me cum. Sloppy fucking another
man's wife, knowing you were going to suck it back
out. Could it get better?

"Pull my hair, hard," Darla commanded after just a
minute. I reached into her blond hair, gripping it and
pulling back as I thrust in. The room was filled with
the sound of wet smacks and both of us grunting on
impact. But having my hands in her damn cute hair was
an added erotic act.

It didn't take long before I was announcing my orgasm.
Darla responded by dropping her chest to the bed,
lifting her ample ass up to greet my deep thrusts.
With her hips at this angle, her pussy would be a
chalice, holding the cum and not letting it drain out
until I was ready.

I pressed deep into her, leaving a huge load inside
her where it would take longer to drain out (more
pussy eating required! Yum!). Squirt after squirt came
out, until I was swimming in semen. She had been wet
before hand, and this just added a gallon or so. I
fell onto the bed, on my back. Ready to eat the
creampie.

"Lobster!" she said. "Come take his place." Huh? I
looked at him, and was as surprised as I was.

"What baby?"

"Come take his place. I'm gonna train you to do what
he did, so I can fucking enjoy this every time!"

"No baby, please!"

"You ever want to fuck me again?" She left that threat
hang out there, and Lobster took her point. I rolled
off the bed and Lobster rolled onto where I had been,
sliding his head between her knees.

When she tipped her pelvis to let it begin draining,
the look on her face was a mask of smug satisfaction.
She was going to enjoy his tongue, but forcing her
husband to become a creampie eater was an even greater
satisfaction. She was a wicked woman!

She looked at me, and pointed to Lobster's cock. "I
need to see more of that cocksucking outta you," she
told me. "You keep sucking until he cums in your
mouth. Then he can stop cleaning out your mess and you
can refill me and have your seconds."

Sounded like a plan to me!