Masks (closed)

[wickedpen]

My husband ditching me an hour before the Halloween party his brother throws every year was classic Rob. Always finding something that is more important. Tonight was especially annoying cause I was determined to get laid tonight. it has been five months and he is just not interested. But tonight I was Madonna from the "Like a Virgin" tour. I had my hair teased up and ripped leggings , black skirt and bangle bracelets and I was hot.

"Fuck you Rob!" I said right after I hung up the phone as he complained about having to entertain clients. "I am gonna entertain some clients too!" i said already dressed and a glass of wine into a fresh mottle of Chardonnay.

I turned up the music as I danced like I had when I was younger to this music. Then I was a virgin and might as well be now," I thought as I looked at myself in the hallway mirror. I pushed up my tits. "Not bad" I said then ran my hands down until Was squatting and feeling my thighs so full of energy to dance.

"Fuck it I will go alone." I said and grabbed the key fob and headed over to Matt's.

Matt is married with two teen age kids, Rob's brother A perfect genlteman even when I get drunk and make passes at him. Well it only happened once and no we did nothing.

 

[Homerun2611]

Hot as fuck! I mean hot as fuck. I was in full spiderman mode. I don’t mean some cheap knockoff, but skin tight spandex, which showed off my 38 year old, hard earned, sculpted body. Thank you Lifetime, and Candice my 21 year old personal trainer who for four months I had been trying to get to seduce me.

God I wish I had more guts, I have now created this amazing body, and for what, my wife to go to bed early every night complaining about the girls. Yes, I loved them, but god damn it. Having them was her idea.

My body was red hot, and as I looked around three other dudes were in the same nylon ovens I was. Well at least I had some anonymity. Suddenly it hit me, no one would know exactly who I was, god it was liberating. I went from frustrated husband to wanton superhero, and that was when the material girl walked into the place. I knew who it was, but she didn’t know it was me. We almost had a moment once, but like an idiot I let it pass. Tonight Rob was nowhere in sight, and my wife, Elvira the vampire, hopefully sucking the marrow out of some
other poor sap’s happiness.

I came over with a full glass chardonnay for her, knowing what she limed, what she was drinking the last time, the only time, straight whiskey on ice for me, Jack Daniels, liquid courage. Trying to give no hint as to who I was, then in my lowest growl, I put my hands on her bare midriff, handing her the wine, “Hey, wanna dance, Spiderman has always had a fantasy of Madonna?”

 

[wickedpen]

I admit I was nervous, not like Madonna pretended to be, but really nervous. I did not know that many people here and Elvira was nowhere in sight. Always good to know at least one person in a crowd. The looks I was getting from both guys and girls were nothing but positive as I danced across the room, somewhere back in a MTV video.

Suddenly Spiderman appeared with a glass of wine. He was familiar but hard to know much more than he was built.

"Pulling off a head to toe body stocking is not easy." I said with a smile as I slid my hand around the glass briefly touching.

I had to lean up to his ear and practically scream over the music for him to hear me. I felt my chest press into his, and let it be. His hands took my bare hips bones with the glove material between his skin and mine. I was instantly aroused. I was shocked at how excited I got over a simple friendly touch. "God my marriage sucks!" I thought.

I took a long drink of the wine he handed me. I moved to the music in front of him as he stood silent, watching I guess. The suit covering his face meant he might have been obscenely checking me out or the other women dancing behind me.

"He is built though." I took note of him head to toe asI bobbed my head gently with the music, playing my part. Probably fodder for another personal morning solo efforts than any real chance he would be interested in me.

"Spiderman Does Beth" the XXX version, "what could have been?". My mind these days since writing with this guy, writing obscene fantasy, open and honestly has made everything, every moment, every touch a potential sexual act or at least a snippet for a RP.

But these are probably Rob's twenty something workmates, laughing at my outdated reference and age, my inferiority complex started ruining things again.

"Have you seen Rob or Elvira?" I asked him .

 

[Homerun2611]

As we started to talk I saw the look in her eyes as she looked quizzically up at the white orbs of my mask and suddenly I remembered, she can't see my eyes! Or my filthy smile as those eyes can pan down here, and stop where they want, and stare and so I do, and as I do I am focused on her breasts. Beth, sorry Madonna, has amazing tits. Perhaps it is the benefit of never having had kids, but while other women are spending fortunes on breast enhancements, Beth just pops in and her girls demand immediate attention.

I have always thought my brother was an absolute fucking idiot. He seemed to have gone through some holier than though bullshit reborn christian thing that was leaving the hottest piece of ass in this town sitting in the parking lot with her Ferrari engine idling. Yet, there were times he took an odd interest in Megan, my wife, er for tonight, Elvira. I looked far across the room and Elvira seemed to have her hands full, or should I have said others had their hands full with her body. Elvira's cleavage left little to the imagination..."go fo it girl" I thought, as my eyes went from Beth's tits to her stomach to her hips so perfectly toned from all that spinning, I wanted to try to take a Ferrari out for a test drive. Madonna was supposed to be a beast sexually, and I hoped it was not mere chance my sexy as fuck sister in law had chosen this alter ego.

It wasn't just Beth's body but there was something about her mind, a wit, a charm, forever I had thought if given the chance she would be a wildcat in bed. She was my fantasy woman, first, foremost and recently only. I thought about her as I went to bed, and she was the first thought in my mind as I woke up, Megan gone, my cock in hand as I shot off a salute to Beth. How many times had I jerked off to her, thinking about her amazing body and her Wicked mind.

We drank, we danced a bit, and I took liberties hands pulling her waist towards mind my thigh sliding between her feet, and pressing into grind as may songs had a salsa beat. I moved steadily closer and steered us toward the darker corner of the large refinished basement. "I think Elvira is busy, and when I saw Matt, he said something about his smoking hot sister in law, he was a little drunk, but he seemed excited that he had heard from his brother that he couldn't make it, and was looking for her, hoping she might come alone." I raised my finger to the mouth of my mask, "Shhh, but I think he might have a bit of a thing for her!"

Just talking this way made me hard, and I realized this stupid suit hid nothing. Toby McGuire must be some sort of unich, because if you looked down at me, it looked like I was trying to smuggle some sort of banana, a very substantial banana, in the crotch of this clingy suit. "Why, how do you know them?"

 

[wickedpen]

"I could get laid" I thought, before feeling stupid again for thinking it was possible. Then he explained about see Matt.

"Shhh, but I think he might have a bit of a thing for her!" he said and I nearly lost my knees.

I nearly cried as I had been thinking nobody is interested in this old Madonna knock off. Nobody but this spider man may be. I caught glimpses of Megan but she was a pretty cold bitch, and now learning this about Matt I steered well clear and to Spider man, who was growing on me.

I drank and danced and was having a genuinely good time. I had forgotten about, hell everything. Spider man was cool and we had some laughs. Matt was telling people he had a thing for me.

I must admit his suit would be a challenge for most men like my husband. He would look more female than male in it with his little soft dick. My Spider man was steadily growing under his second skin and I was impressed.

"So how do you know them?" he asked and I nearly choked.

"My husband knows Matt" I said offhandedly. "I wonder where Matt could be, I really would like to say high?" I said looking around despondent.


"Did he really say he had a thing for me?" I said with a blush and a smile.

 

[Homerun2611]

"My husband knows Matt...I wonder where Matt could be, I really would like to say high?" I watched her cute little grin and the sparkle in her eye was undeniable, as she liked or was at least flattered at my interest, but I didn't want to make a total ass of myself. I was married with children, feeling a bit like Al Bundy, but with the libido of Peg. I was smiling and starting to breathe hard under the mask. I wanted to will her hands to touch me, my cock was growing and now hard enough to ache as it throbbed, almost nine inches of thick man meat stress testing the shit out of this suit.

"Did he really say he had a thing for me?" "Me..." I almost shouted and then moved close, my hands around her waist, my mouth whispering in her ear, our bodies pressed together, "You are her...I should have known...may I?" I kept my mouth at her ear, as I wanted her to hear everything but no one else, I slit one hand down from her waist and up and under he poofy short dress and I cupped her incredible ass in my strong hand.

"He said you had the most incredible ass, and I wanted to feel for myself...I'll remove my hand if you want...but I am enjoying this immensely...god he has talked about you so much...your sexy body, your perfect tits, how he has watched you in spin class when you weren't looking and fantasized his face was your seat..." I let my hand gently squeeze her ass, and pushed my fingers around to press against her folds from behind, "...and I can't blame him...your ass is perfect....so Madonna, you have quite the reputation...but I don't think you ever enjoyed a superhero....that could be a first?"

 

[wickedpen]

he was around me so fast, maybe it was the wine or just being out of circulation but his hand on my ass was like fire. His other hand was obscene. I wanted to scream for help or act like I was not enjoying it as his breath through the mask carried a familiar tone and smell.

"No, it couldn't be!" I thought as for a second I thought Spidey might be Matt.

A he asked if he should stop I could not say yes, so I asked "does he talk about me a lot?" my voice sounded as needy as I was for a kind word and a sexy suitor. "What else does he say?" I asked as his hands were pulling me and I was going with him through a door I had not noticed.

"How do you know them" I sighed as I felt like I was flying, not having been swept off my feet in some time. His hand now cupping my breast and his other down under my ass. I reached and felt his hard on through his suit.

"Oh god" I cried quietly as I pulled my hand away. "What am I doing? I don't even know who you are?" I said as he released me and I stood confused and unsure what to do. I wanted to stay and fuck this man but I was married and this was his brother's home. "God I am so fucked up" I said not in a drunk way but just the over all situation.

"I better go." I said turning my eyes down to the floor submissively giving in to society norms when my pleasure and happiness at least for the moment was inches away behind a thing spread of nylon. "I can't I sighed" but I stood motionless.

 

[Homerun2611]

"He does talk about you a lot, makes it clear that he is so jealous of his brother, not just that he has you, but having the sexiest woman he knows, he does not partake, leaves you to rot." I let those words sink in. "Matt talks about wanting you, longing to slip his cock inside your treasure, speaks of it like an ability to touch heaven." Sliding us toward the back, she didn't even notice as my hand slipped away from her ass to turn the door knob and then push us inside. We were finally alone, the small sound proof bedroom off our finished basement.

"I have known Matt forever, I am the only one he would tell this to, he certainly couldn't tell Rob. I know his motivations and his darkest needs and desires, I know how he has considered putting all his chips in, risking it all for just a single moment with you."

Her eyes were like saucers, and I did my best Mary Jane impression pulling my mask just up an over my lips, and then leaning in and pressing my lips to hers. I felt her body weaken as her mouth opened and her tongue peaked out, her body betraying her mind, while my body betrayed everything! My hand caressed her gorgeous breast and circled her hardened nipple through the corset barely containing her heaving chest. Suddenly her hand slid over hard, swollen flesh as she indulged her fingers with a momentary grope of my cock. I moaned and she pulled back, as the battle continued, mind vs. body, wanton desire versus societal expectations, but the resistance was weakening, or so I hoped.

Then the resistance, and the morality police made its final stand, "Oh god...What am I doing? I don't even know who you are?...God I am so fucked up...I better go."

Yet...she didn't. With surprising ease I peeled off and out of the top of my costume and let it gather around my waist. My broad, muscular chest exposed, and within less than an arms reach. I spoke calmly as I reached out for her, almost impossible as my heart was about to pound out of my chest. "You are being human, letting your body pursue what it needs rather than controlled by your mind."

With that I pulled off the rest of my mask, "Don't go Beth, here are my chips on the table, you know you want to be taken as much as I desperately want to take you...didn't you come here to take a chance? Take it!" And with one hard move I had her and twirled her and pressed her back against the door, my hands on her waist, pressing in to kiss her passionately, desperately afraid she might actually say 'NO!'

 

[wickedpen]

Like everything it seems so good, as long as I don't think about it. Drunk on Spifer man's words of Matt and hsi desire for me I let him go much farther than I should. His chest was smooth and hard. I missed touching a man's chest. I felt his cock as he kissed me and whispered how Matt wanted me and talked about and how Rob is "wasting" me.

"Oh God he is so right!" I thought as his hands rested on my hips and I wanted to screw. I did not even know who this was and I was willing to break my marriage vows and promises for a few minutes of that wonderful cock inside me.

I was so fucking horny as this strange undressed me and him. Finally he raised his mask off as he pushed me to the door.

"Matt?" I said shocked as his hand kneaded my breasts. It felt so good but it was Matt.

"OH God what are we doing?" I gasped as my hand returned to his rock hard shaft.

He pressed his lips to mine as I resisted at first. My mind was trying to do some calculation when my body washed all thoughts away opening my lips for his tongue and pushing my hips into his

"I want you too" I said softly as he immediately went to undressing me and my costume.

"What about Megan?" I sighed as he pushed my skirt and panties down my thighs. I watched as he squatted and I stepped out of the skirt. He stayed there and looked up at me in the dim light. He was not looking at my face as my neatly trimmed patch of soft brown hair covered my mound. I slid my foo sideways without thinking opening my self a bit, invitingly perhaps.

"Is Megan not giving you what you need?" I asked hoping to balance this equation of fraternal cheating. There was no going back at this point as I could smell my hot I was. I wanted him more than anything. So many years of glances and meaningless touches and hugs had driven us to this day.

 

[Homerun2611]

There will likely be a moment later, her mind will make her want to regret, my job is to make sure my sexy sister in-law's body is so sated that it simply won't allow such unnecessary provincial thinking to take root. Why shouldn't we seize the day, dine richly in another's fruit, haven't our spouses driven us here, making our vow more a lifetime sentence than a treasured commitment...and don't we suspect both have already begun to dine out themselves, unconcerned how ravenously hungry that leaves us?

I breathe a sigh of relief as she does not leave or worse scream out, instead she melts, sweet sugar to be spread on my ripe, hard banana. Our mouths open, tongues engage, and fire begins to spark, then ignite, finally begins to flow from one tree to another back and forth as forest fire first flickers then rages.

"Matt?...OH God what are we doing?" I moaned as realization seemed to be more aphrodisiac than deterrent, the buy signal strong, this was happening. "Well...I think we're going to fuck!" The answer was simple, but the words, the actual acknowledgement that after all of these years, of fantasizing, lingering glances, and double entendres we were stripping the veneer...and applying our own stain were so arousing, and once again I felt sweet, tender hand, fondle massive throbbing prick. I kissed, then bit her neck, a vampire on the hunt, my lips again at her ear, "I want you Beth, Fuck I always have!" She melts further, so feminine, so perfect, she softly purrs, "I want you too" and I nearly cum right there.

I go into squat, reliving my catcher days when Rob threw his mediocre fastball and middling change up, not today, today I would be delivering the high, hard one and his wife would take me deep. I slide dress and panties down over to die for, sexy body. She is beautiful and smells as good as she looks. Her soft chestnut patch, I nuzzle it as I kiss her mound, feel her leg almost bashfully spread slightly open. "You are magnificent Beth, don't let anyone tell you different...a masterpiece that should be treasured."

I hear her moan and feel her back slightly arch, it is an offering and she won't have to ask twice. One last doubt must be dealt with, "What about Megan?...Is Megan not giving you what you need?" The fucking last thing I want to think about is her, the vampire, both literally and figuratively in the other room. I have met Jerome, her new personal trainer, every day my wife brings him to our house to give her training. Jerome is a nice kid, 21, six foot four and black as the darkest ebony. He is a young god, and looks like he could be a sprinter on the Jamaican track team. To say my wife had become obsessed with enjoying big, black, cock was an understatement. I didn't blame the kid, if you had a choice of getting paid to spot weights or bend an attractive suburban housewife over that same bench what would you do?

It was ego for her, an affirmation that at 38 she still had it, it was also fools gold, Jerome wasn't discriminate, she was just one of 30 notches he put on his bed post each week...a paid cock for hire.

"No, she doesn't...." I simply answered, "...but it isn't just that...even if she did...Beth you have always been the one I fantasize about. You always will be." I wanted to talk no more, Megan was a buzz kill, and I wanted to be buzzed. I was staring at perfection in a pussy, and wanted to taste of her flavors. I inhaled deeply and ran my hand up the back of her slightly opened leg, my finger tips tickling her inner thigh. Lifting her leg at the knee and sliding it over my shoulder, "God how I have wanted to taste you...enjoy you!" She was so wet, and the thrill it gave me was indescribable. A woman this amazing, so in want of ....ME!

I softly kissed those sweet outer lips, brushed my tongue across the tender opening, my first indulgence of her nectar, and then I used my hands to spread those lips wide and reveal the hot pink smouldering within. I drank heartily, deep laps taint to clit and back again, fuck she tasted good. Hardening my tongue I drove inside, as thumb found clit to massage as I penetrated. It was heady stuff, tongue fucking my brother's gorgeous wife, my wife god only know how close behind the door separating us from the vibrant party.

I did not care, wild horses wouldn't take me out of here..."Does Rob do this...does Rob know how to make you feel like a woman?" I asked standing up and taking off the rest of my suit as my cock sprang up and thrashed against her firm tummy!

 

[wickedpen]

Years of suppressed and repressed desires and feelings suddenly erupted as I stood and Matt knelt in front of me. He was so kind and gentle and currently kneeling in front of me. When his hand touched my thigh the leg I was leaning on nearly buckled.

He moved gently but with purpose and soon was kissing my burning folds. I wedged myself on his shoulder and let him, oh god did I let him. He was magnificent licking, kissing , probing. It had been so long since I had anyone between my leg with anything other than his brother's limp dick I was on heaven. Like i was in one of those erotic stories. I had to find something to hold on to and banged the wall looking as Matt pushed his face up into me.

"OH God!" I cried as I thought i was going to lose it.

Matt looked up smiling through a wet face.

"Does Rob do this...does Rob know how to make you feel like a woman?" he asked.

I suppressed my laughter as I looked away embarassed and simply said "no."

I watched him strip the rest of his suit and his cock banged into me as he turned. "Jesus he was big!" I thought as my hand took control of it. I looked up in his eyes and said "Do you have any idea how long I wanted to have this in my hand?" I said like some porn actress living the fantasy.

He smiled and I knelt and returned the favor. I went at him hard and sucked him in until I chocked them eased off I bobbed with my lips over his enormous shaft. I felt like I had a baseball bat in my mouth and it was wonderful. I could taste his salty flavor as my tongue teased his slit and I let him hold my head and face fuck me gently. I felt his heavy warm balls hanging as I slid up and down. I wet my finger on his drenched shaft and then slid my finger back under him. I circled his ass making it wet and slippery. I looked up at Matt who was smiling and nodding. I pushed into him and felt his magic nut and gently stroked it.

I would have been happy to let hi finish, like every other man would, but he stopped an lifted me to my feet.

I stripped the remain bits of my costume, leaving the bracelets and bow in my hair.

"You want Madonna right?" I said holding out my arms and letting him see my naked. All I could think of was the size of his penis. He dwarfed Rob by orders of magnitude. "How could they be brothers?" I even thought.

"I am your material girl baby" I said smiling at Matt who could not resist my smile, ever.

 

[Homerun2611]

Tender cunt is so sweet and irresistible to wanton tongue. I feel her, breathe her, taste her, and would swallow her if I could. Never had lips and tongue been so engaged so needy to touch and taste and savor more. Soft folds hide sweet nectar, that greedy tongue finds and laps clean. Her pussy is so fresh, so wanting, it is the hardest of tasks to pull myself from between her legs, momentarily abandon her treasure, I will be back.

Her pheromones attack my body, merciless marauders, my body so ripe I fear I may explode. Body comes up and meets eyes, lips find lips as growl comes from deep inside. I am increasingly an animal, no, a beast a savage, needing to feed, attack, take. She slides down my body like sexy stripper on my pole. Hands caress cock, fingernails run along and tickle balls. Sweet tongue, teases naughty swollen head, and as her tongue teases my slit, charming the opening of my one eyed cobra...my legs go shoulder width apart and I groan as such a feeling of ecstacy, a willingness to sell my soul to enjoy this woman, this moment, is overwhelming.

She works head and shaft in perfect coordination. But when finger wets, and doe like eyes look up, I can only nod as word are not close, all blood has moved from brain to crotch. "Sweet Jesus!" I yelp as for the first time in my life something penetrates my ass. But it is sublime, massaging an organ I do not know...making my body feel and enjoy sensations I have never felt. "You...you...are so good." I half moan half whisper, as this moment is more than sex, it is self actualization. I want to cum, need to cum, so bad I need to cum.

But too long, we have waited too long, I sense this won't be the last, more likely the first of hopefully many...but this first time, it can't be in her mouth...or mine...cock needs cunt...and cunt must have cock...we must consummate this most amoral tryst inside of her. Pulling her up, I sweep her into strong arms, and carry and gently lay on soft bed. Lifting and spreading her eager legs, I slide in and stand on knees, throbbing prick in one hand as her eyes look down the barrel of my cannon about to invade her. "Are you ready?" I whisper, this moment is sacrosanct, never have I wanted/needed more.

Her nipples are so hard, and heart nearly beats hard enough to burst through chest. I press my head into slit, slid enough so it finds ready opening, and then with one, slow steady thrust, I am deep, deep inside my brother's wife. She is tight, I am huge, but I am so hard and she is so wet, it works. Hips roll as cock begins to piston slowly. I don't want to hurt her, and can tell she has not been this full in a long time. I know my brother's cock, I know mine...mine is the man's version!

I lean down, she comes up, kisses are passionate immediately, bodies now press together, and hips start bucking like rodeo stallions...I don't know how long we can keep this up...all I know is I never want it to end..."I have dreamed of fucking you....this is better!"

 

[wickedpen]

I held on to Matt as though a dream. He was jack hammering his king sized cock into me and I was grinding in perfect unison. I looked at him, feeling nothing but pure love and bliss. Time was elastic as for moments we would be racing towards the falls and then slowly paddle back up the river, only to let go and race back to certain peril, only to smirk at each other knowing you both want to make this last as long as possible,

"This is so bad" I say laughing as he slowed his assault. "You are my husband's brother!" I said almost in disbelief as my hips rose and dropped on him still inside me. "Think your wife will be jealous I am taking all of your cock for myself?" I ask crawling out of my shell finally. Matt may have in fact broken my shell while fucking me but I felt renewed.

Then I looked at him and smiled. "Have you imagined other positions with me? Different..." I rocked my hips up like in a yoga class, wondering how deep the rabbit hole went with the younger, but bigger brother?

"Did you imagine me on top?" I asked softly.

 

[Homerun2611]

It was even better than I had fantasized, at first it was hot and hectic, but then we found a groove, sometimes I was a jack hammer, pummeling the concrete beneath me, the next moment I was one of those big old Texas oil rigs we had seen as children, rhythmically pushing my drill head deeper and deeper and deeper, enjoying her liquid gold. We were so good together, I had never felt this good, it wasn't even a question.

"This is so bad...You are my husband's brother!...Think your wife will be jealous I am taking all of your cock for myself?" I laughed, but never stopped fucking, I couldn't stop fucking her I I tried, it was too damn good. "I don' know, should we ask her...should we call him?" She moaned at the thought of them watching us, she knew how good we were, and fuck them for letting us need this like we did. "Are we really this good, or is it the taboo thrill...Beth, you are the best fuck I have ever had...EVER!"

I saw the fire in her eyes, my bastard brother had made her doubt herself, like some doofus critic convincing Adele she can't sing! She was mine, I wondered if either of us could ever want our spouses the same way again. "Have you imagined other positions with me? Different...Did you imagine me on top?"

Did she see the fire in my eyes, she had no idea how often, nor in how many ways, nor how obscene my fantasies of her were. I simply rolled over on my back, swinging her on top of me. My hands grabbed her thin waist and I begin to move her up and down the length of my big cock,my hips rolling as arched and thrusted my pelvis up inside of her. I simply uttered, "Yes, often....I've thought of you so many ways." It wasn't Madonna, yes her character was sexy, but that wasn't what was getting me off, it was Beth, she was perfect she had always been perfect, and now, here she was, riding her husband's brother's big, cock. I leaned up, "I need to enjoy those spectacular tits!"

 

[wickedpen]

Finally on top of him he still wanted control. I lvoed it, being used for my gifts on his gift. I had not felt like this since, a long time.

"I need to enjoy those spectacular tits!" he said like a school boy with a new toy. I put my small hands on his now gripping my hips like I was his tool and he had some serious work. I peeled away his fingers and let my weightless body settle fully on his cock.

"Fuck Matt you are magnificent!" I sighed as I felt him. I slowly rotated my hips as I watch his face go from a smile to an "OMG!" as I worked him. I slid my hands back up my abs to my breasts and cupped them playfully, rolling my stiff nipples between my fingers.

"You like these little brother?" I sighed as I looked down on him. I paused as she swallowed and looked for words. Leaning forward I let my hands land on his chest and felt his hair and heat and heart pounding. His his never stopped trying to thrust up into me. I leaned forward and began to rock back into his thrusts.

"Oh yeah, that's good" I sighed as his hands took my ass and enhanced my movement. Up and down, oh god the down, then back up like reaching the highest point of an almost silent scream only to be impaled on his upthrust pike. Waves of pleasure surged through me pushed on by Matt, my husband's little brother now using me like his bitch and I loved it.

After an excrucitatingly wonderful few minutes I threw my head and hair back revealing a wicked smile as I rose up and off him. I straddled over him as he looked happy, staring up at me. HIs hand continuing the stroking of his cock out of habit and need.

"Maybe you thought about this like I did?" I say turning around and falling forward onto my knees. I slowly ran my hands up and down my body feeling myself and teasing him. After the pause I reached back and found he was already holding his endless cock in position for me. I look back with a smile as my hand rubs the head, around and around, still wet from being inside me.

I take my time to crawl back into position to fully take advantage or give the most pleasure, conscious of his view, the least flattering or awe inspiring since brothers have wanted sisters. Oh god his head is against me again and I have to have him rocking all he way back and gasping with the sensation. Again and again, I took him and he resisted the urge to grab me and use me. He let me pleasure him and myself as my hand between my thighs was quite frankly insane. He was so big and i was hardly moving now just a slow grind, selfishly using him, so deep, as I stroke my clit and he watches from behind.

I had that feeling of fucking so hard and so long, and the person you are with is clearly there with you, you grind.Hard muscle straining, bone against bone, fighting for leverage as thought climbing to the peak over each over. I held his knee and arched my back.

"God damn Matt!" I grunted as the sound permeated the room and I became aware again of where i was and with whom. I lowered my voice and said "This is Incredible!"

We were almost still, locked in timeless union of peace and serenity, as one.

Then I begin to bounce, ever so slowly. Tiny movement up then down. Barely perceptible unless it was your cock embedded in me or me. Not big bounces just enough, just a little more each time, almost resisting it, just building. My fingers matched the movement between my legs.Within a minute I was riding him nearly his full length. A challenging minute to resist the immediate gratification of diving right in, but worth it.

Then I felt a finger on my tender pucker and I buried myself down against it and all of this monster cock sending shock waves through me.

"Oh god yes!" I hissed blind with lust. The world disappeared as all I could feel was my desire to melt into this moment forever.

 

[Homerun2611]

Click, click, click, click, click, click, click! We've all ridden them, the old wooden roller coasters. Up, up, up you climb you look at partner in chair next to you, you realize white knuckles grip bar, and there is an excitement and expectation in pit of stomach of impending ride. There may be moments of terror, but they are overwhelmed by exceeding glee, and you couldn't wipe the smile off your face if you tried. Somehow you don't know how, courage allows hands to let go of bar and hands raise over head, summit is reached and down you come at breakneck speed, any sense of control completely abandoned, and part of you, a big part of you does not want to hit bottom...let me keep feeling this pure adrenaline rush forever!

That is Beth as she seems to have a control and a willingness to let this ride happen over and over as she thrills my cock with endless...click, click....WHEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Ebs and flows as experienced cunt, teases indulgent cock as only a sexy, magnificent, middle aged woman can. Young girls are eye candy, but a mature woman, a woman in her 30's, 40's, hell even 50's with a strong libido...they are the E ticket, a ride that etches in your memory, creates moments you remember on cold nights out on a deck, a cigar in one hand, a glass of scotch in the other, a far off glance as your wife prattles on about some inane household topic...and you, my friend, are far off on her ride, that day, she took your breath away. This, these were those moments and neither of us got off the car as it momentarily stopped to reload, we just shut our eyes and said "one more time Sir".

Her body was glorious, and all that spinning, the yoga, she used those kegels to provide pleasure and work my cock like a master. I might be the percussion section, pounding her drum and symbols, but she was the orchestra leader, working woodwinds, brass, violins and my powerful pounding drums to crescendo after crescendo. Cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, her body was a temple, I prayed and gave sacrifice to her shrine, her deity. Slow, sweet, perfect, she worked me. My hands kneading her ass as it slowly rocked and edged me ever closer.

She was gorgeous, and her little pucker, the forbidden entrance to her tightest hole, called me. Wet finger teased petals of her rosebud, and then inserted as she reacted, "Oh god yes!" I smiled, I had long suspected, or at least hoped, she could be dirty and nasty.

"Does my brother do that? Do you like your ass played with...do you fantasize about a cock invading your tight sanctum...Jesus Beth, I want to be bad with you, indulge every dirty fantasy, I do not care how Wicked...I want to be the man who takes you there, spoils you for any other!"