My Coming Out - A Friend's Surprise

Although Mike's cock had been a bit larger (both in length and girth), this was still a new feeling. With every other guy that I've been with, I have normally wrapped my legs around his midsection and sometimes locked my ankles just above his hips. By doing this, it's relatively easy for me to move my hips, my legs don't get as tired, and, hey, it's just a position that I like while the guy is doing what he has to do.

With Doug though, FORGET IT. There was simply no way that I was EVER going to get my legs around his torso. Just wouldn't work! With him, all I could do was open up and, for want of a better phrase, lay back and take it.

Don't get the idea though, that this was bad. Far from it! Once I got over my apprehension that he was going to press his full weight on me, I was able to relax and get into what this wonderful guy was doing to me. I was able to reach up and clasp my hands around his neck as he began his rhythmic back and forth movements. Now, it was REALLY getting good as the fear was totally replaced by a familiar tightening in my abdomen that signaled the beginning of what I knew was going to be a tremendous orgasm.

I gritted my teeth as the feeling began to sweep over me. I felt the heat; beginning in my belly and radiating out in all directions, to my vagina and up into to my face. The feelings of helplessness brought about by the immense bulk of the man between my legs only magnified my feelings. Now, Doug was really bearing down on me, sensing that I was about to get off. He was now giving me his entire length, moving back and forth no more than an inch. My butt cheeks began to quiver. There was nowhere for my legs to move; they were so spread apart that they were totally immobile.

Then the explosion hit. I could only scream out, "YES, YES" following by a sobbing "Yes, Yes, Yes" and eventually ending with a "yes....yes....yes". I was totally spent and more than ready for Doug to have his orgasm but that was not to be. Instead, after determining that I was satisfied, Doug instead began moving back and forth with the same rhythm that he had been using before I had come.

Suddenly, Karen's words from our first meeting came back and seemed to echo in my mind, "I mean, he can hold back forever. I really get the feeling that he thinks he's some kind of fucking porn star." I could only think to myself, "Well, maybe that's what Karen thinks but I'm OK with it." I looked up at him and smiled as he continued to grind against (and into) me. "Yeah, Baby, Yeah." It was pure, unmitigated pleasure and however long he wanted to go was alright with me.

I leaned further back, slightly arched my back and prepared to enjoy Doug's magnificent cock even more. I have no idea how long we continued like that, maybe ten minutes; maybe more. Then I became aware that Doug's hands had moved, down to the point where they were firmly grasping my wrists. I didn't even have the chance to think, "What's going on?" when he swiftly, roughly, jerked me off the bed and rolled back on his back with me firmly astride him.

The suddenness of his move totally shocked and surprised me. I was not expecting it and totally unprepared for it. His cock never left me and as I slammed down, hard, on top of him, I yelled at the top of my lungs, "WHOAOOOOOO!!! AAAIIIIIEEEEE!!! OH SHIT!!! I couldn't help it!

Ladies, I don't know how your plumbing is arranged but, for me, I have to be extremely careful when I get on top of a guy. Don't get me wrong; I LOVE being on top where I can control the action. It's just that if I'm not careful then the head of the guy's cock hits me in a way (and in a place) that really hurts. Even after all these years with Gary, I'm always careful to ease him into me so that it doesn't hurt. Once I have the cock where I want it, then I can move any way that I want; I just have to position it "just so". Guys, naturally I don't have any idea of what it's like to be hit or kicked in the groin but from what Gary tells me, it hurts like hell. Well, with me, sliding down on a cock without being ready produces the same kind of pain. I'm not going to give you an anatomy lesson; look it up in a book and you'll see it.

At any rate, Doug's surprise move really hurt. It felt like his cock was hitting the bottom of my stomach! And to make it worse, when I tried to put my hands down on his stomach to push myself up, his huge hands kept me firmly pinned on that big tool. In addition, the fact that Doug's trunk was so damned wide was certainly not helping matters any. The combination of that, the surprise, and the size of Doug's cock were really tearing me up. Finally, I got my breath back to say, "Wait Baby, wait a second." Doug's hands relaxed as I gingerly pushed myself up (and off) his cock for a few inches. Slowly, and carefully (still with my hands firmly on Doug's belly), I moved my hips in a circular fashion until, at last, I was stretched into a position that I could accommodate him.

I relaxed with a loud "Ah" coming out of my mouth. "Oh, My God, Baby. You feel like you're going to split me apart." Doug laughed. He didn't seem all that concerned!

Now, his huge hands resumed their former position. They virtually encompassed my buttocks while he slowly began moving me back and forth. Although my hands were still on his stomach I relaxed them as I realized that I now had the big cock in exactly the place I wanted it. Now, Doug could see my surrender and the big hands gripped me even tighter. I was totally at his mercy; under his total control but I didn't mind it a bit.

Gradually, he picked up the tempo, and began moving me back and forth at an increasingly rapid pace. If I had any previous thoughts of controlling any of my movements, well, forget it. Doug was firmly in charge. The bed was now creaking as he jerked me back and forth. I didn't even try to hold on; Doug had me so firmly pinned on his cock. I resembled a rag doll as he roughly, rapidly, moved me back and forth. My long hair was flying back and forth. It was in my face but I didn't even try to brush it back. I could feel my breasts shaking back and forth but, other than that, all I could feel was that big, stiff cock that was seemed to fill not only my vagina but my entire upper body. It was a combination of a dull pain that was totally overridden by the immense pleasure. I know that everyone's heard the expression of "it hurts so good"; well, this was definitely the embodiment of that expression.

I can't say with any degree of certainty how long Doug jerked me back and forth on his cock. His size and strength were something that I had never before experienced. He was like a machine, never seeming to get tired. It was inevitable that I was going to have another orgasm and, again, it hit me with an explosion that almost made me faint. Ladies, have you ever come so hard that it seemed like it was in color? Maybe that sounds funny but that's exactly what happened. Yes, I've had orgasms in which it seemed like lights in my head going on and off. However, this time, those lights seemed like they were in all the colors of the rainbow. Yes, yes, I know it sounds like absolute nonsense but before you call me a liar, try getting on top of a stud like this, having him screw your brains out, and then tell me it's impossible. I can save you the trouble; believe me, it's not impossible. My moaning increased to even higher levels, punctuated by the rough jerking back and forth, "AH!!! AH!!! AH!!!

Finally, Doug's savage movements stopped. His grip on my butt relaxed and he shifted back on the bed. Now, he sat up and gently pushed me backward until I came off his cock. I gasped as he slid out of me and for a brief instant I thought he had finally had his orgasm. Not a chance. I looked down and saw that the big damned thing was just as big and just as stiff as it had always been, except that now it was slick and shiny from the juices of my vagina.

He now pulled me further up in the bed and pushed me over onto my stomach while, at the same time pulling up my hips. I obediently complied, putting my shoulders flat on the bed and pushing my butt high in the air. In an instant, he was inside me again and began his rough thrusting; this time taking long back and forth strokes. As I grabbed big handfuls of the sheets, I couldn't help but think, "Karen was telling me the truth. This guy thinks he's a fucking porn star." But, to tell you the truth, I wasn't all that displeased. And, as far as "thinking" he was a porn star, well, in my book, he WAS pretty darned good!

I know this sounds like a broken record, but I couldn't tell you how long Doug screwed me doggie style. I do remember that, at one point, he picked me up, by my buttocks and screwed me while I was frantically holding on to the bed. Make no mistake about it; the guy is strong. No guy had ever done that to me before.

Finally, Doug withdrew and rolled me over. Then, reaching up and grabbing two pillows he grabbed BOTH my ankles and pulled me up while placing the pillows under my butt. Now, with my ankles on his broad shoulders he again entered me with a rough push. I gasped but the best (or worst, depending on how you look at it) was to come. At first, he was screwing me while spreading my legs at the knees but then I felt his hands moving to my ankles. With one quick movement, he threw his hands (and my ankles) out as far as he could (and at 6 feet seven inches, his hands could go out a long way) while at the same time burying his huge tool inside me up to his balls. Again, came my now familiar yell, "WHOAOOOOO!!! OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!!

It felt like he was treating my legs like a wishbone that he was going to break apart. If I had been spread wide before, that was just a warm-up for what he was now doing as he fed that enormous tool into my now well-stretched vagina. I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked down at my nether region. The combination of this, the width of my legs being spread apart, and the pillow under my butt gave me the perfect view of my hapless little coochie being forced to accommodate this invader. I glanced up at Doug and saw that he was as transfixed by the sight as I was. I looked back down and watched for a few seconds and looked back up to see Doug's eyes meeting mine. By that time, I was totally spent. Doug had truly worn me out. Still I was surprised by the words that came out of my mouth at that point. With a whimpering, baby like voice that I couldn't control, I looked down at the big thing inside me and looking back at Doug, the words came out, "It's so good......It's so good......It's so good......"

Doug grinned. Both of us resumed our gaze at the meshed cock and pussy, as if they were the only things in our lives; the only things that mattered at that time. Suddenly, I realized that another orgasm was coming on me and it was going to be even bigger than the previous two. The visual effect of our interlocked genitalia had pushed me over the edge. I laid back on the bed and grabbed the sheets with both hands. Looking full into Doug's eyes my whimpering increased until I lapsed into outright sobbing. Doug realized I was ready and again stopped his thrusting. I arched my back as my buttocks flexed and jerked upward to bury every inch of Doug inside me. Again, the heat, the lights and the colors combined to explode into a swirl of emotion. Only one word escaped me this time; a loud, almost primal scream of, "YES!!!"

Gradually my butt relaxed as Doug resumed his back and forth movements. Only this time, his thrusting took on a new urgency. I was totally spent but I still urged him on, "Come on Baby...Come on Baby...NOW...NOW...NOW!!! LET ME HAVE IT!!!"

I looked up. Doug's face was beet red and contorted as the feelings of his orgasm overtook him. He gritted his teeth and began to grunt like some sort of animal. He brought his hands down, freeing my ankles, and cupped my butt cheeks in his enormous hands. His thrusting became quicker and more deep. I could feel his colossal balls hitting against the crack of my butt. His body suddenly stiffened as he let loose his own scream, "OH YEAH!!!" I felt his big cock convulse deep inside me; again, again, and again. Even before the big rod stopped jerking inside me, I could feel the warm semen beginning to seep out of my vagina and past my rectum. Those huge balls were definitely more than "show". They had been completely full and I was the recipient of every drop from them.

I could feel Doug's cock losing its former rigidity as the remnants of his tremendous orgasm were still leaking into me. His entire body relaxed and finally he looked down at me and gave me a tender kiss. I smiled back up at him as he slowly, carefully, withdrew his now-limp tool and rolled off me. He reached over for me and I rested my head on his massive arm. For a few moments, neither of us spoke until Doug finally said, "You know, I really hope that we can see each other again."

I smiled back up at him and replied, "I wouldn't be surprised. I have an idea that my husband and your wife won't mind." Doug laughed, "I'm positive they won't mind."

At that same instant, there was a loud knock on the door and it flew open, followed by Karen and Gary, both naked as jaybirds, holding hands, and obviously pleased with each other. Karen piped up with her mock schoolgirl voice, "Hey! So what have you kids been doing? Anything interesting?" All of us broke out laughing.

Karen led Gary over to a chair, close to the foot of the bed, pushed him into it and climbed on his lap. I could see that both of them were totally satisfied; as Doug and I were.

I pushed myself up so that I could see them when I realized that my legs were spread as wide as they had been when Doug had been pounding me. I made a weak attempt to bring them together, for modesty's sake, when I realized they had been spread so long (and so wide) that they were almost numb. Karen seemed to be having a similar problem as she brought up one knee and exposed her bare, glistening vagina. Both of us (and I suppose our husbands too) had the same view of each other. A view that both of us knew that meant that we had not only been screwed but screwed pretty darned well.

We talked for awhile (about nothing in particular) until suddenly it became a bit silent, as if we didn't know what to do next. As usual, Karen took charge and said, "Hey, why don't we get together again in a couple of weeks?" It was exactly what I (and Karen) had in mind. While both of us wanted to do exactly what we had done tonight, it was now time for Karen and I to spend some quality horizontal time with our husbands.

All of us got to our feet and we walked back into the den to retrieve our clothes. Karen and I walked together and she had to stifle her laughter at the way I was walking. It wasn't as if I was bruised or chaffed as I was after my evening with Mike and Gary. It was nothing like that at all. It was just that Doug's bulk, along with the extended session, had left my thigh muscles in such a way that it was really tough to bring my legs together. (I resolved to ask Karen how she handled it.)

Karen and I dressed in close proximity to each other. I could see a trail of liquid running down her legs, past the inside of her knees nearly identical to the one I had. Karen pulled her skirt up, not bothering to put on her thong. It was pretty obvious that she and Doug were going to get into action immediately after Gary and I left. I would have done the same thing and stuffed my thong into my purse, except that I didn't want to leak anything into the car seat. Karen must have been reading my mind. She grabbed me by the elbow and led me into the small bathroom off the den. Reaching under the sink, she grabbed a box of sanitary napkins, opened one and gave it to me. "This will get you home." She giggled.

I also giggled and, lifting my skirt, quickly pulled the waistband of my thong down and put the pad between my legs. We walked out where Gary and Doug were waiting on us, believe it or not, talking again about the Falcons! Karen and I shook our heads. Sometimes it's really impossible to figure out men; especially husbands.

We bid each other good night as if we had shared nothing more than a meal and a few drinks and Gary and I went out the door. As we walked out to the driveway and looked back, we could see the lights go out in their living room. Gary and I both laughed and shook our heads. Doug and Karen were definitely getting ready for another "go at it".

We got in the car and backed out the driveway. As we drove out of Doug and Karen's subdivision, Gary put his hand on my thigh. Not to be outdone, I put my hand over on his thigh, not more than an inch from his cock. "So, how was your evening?" Gary asked. "Pretty good." I replied, "How about yours?" "Oh, it was pretty good." was his answer. "By the way, both Karen and I could hear you yell about twenty minutes after we split up. What was up with that?"

Clearly, Gary was referring to the yelp I let out when Doug had pulled me on top of him. I laughed, "I'll tell you later. Is that all that you and Karen did? Listen to us?"

Now it was Gary's turn to laugh, "I think we finished awhile before you and Doug did. Couldn't help but overhear."

"Nosey", was my reply. We smiled at each other in the dark. We both knew how the evening was going to end.

In a few minutes we pulled into our driveway and into our garage. I think that both of us were out of the car and into the house before the garage door had even come down. We went directly to the bedroom. For a brief moment both of us stood, looking at each other. Finally, I took off my top and skirt and Gary hurriedly removed his shoes, shorts, and shirt. I then very deliberately pulled down my thong (along with the now-soaked pad) and stood naked before my husband. He grinned broadly at me and pulled down his under shorts. In the light I could see that he was almost fully erect. He reached for me and would have probably had me flat on my back at that point but I pulled away saying, "Hey, I don't know about you but I need a shower."

Gary grinned, grabbed my hand and led me into the bathroom. As he turned on the water full blast, I reached under the sink and produced a large bulb syringe that I utilized for keeping my nether region nice and fresh. Gary's brow furrowed as he looked at me. I laughed at his look and said, "Hey, it's a Woman Thing."

I already had a mixture of mild soap and water in it but I unscrewed the nozzle and held the bulb up to the showerhead to completely fill it. Now Gary's curiosity was really going into overdrive. When the bulb was completely filled, I replaced the nozzle and set it on the edge of the tub. By now Gary and I were completely drenched by the pounding spray and I reached down for a bar of soap. "Hands up," I commanded him, and began to run the bar of soap across his arms and chest. Then, dropping to my knees, I began to lather up his cock and balls. Through the spray I looked up at him and smiled as I worked by hands under his balls and finally back and forth on his now erect tool. "I think you're all clean now baby."

I reached my arms up so that Gary could pull me to my feet. He reached for the bar of soap. "Not yet, honey," I said, "Something else to take care of."

I sat down on the edge of our custom tub. One of the first things that we changed when we bought the house was to completely remodel the bathrooms and one of my biggest "must haves" was a bathtub with a wide ledge that we could comfortably sit on without fear of falling off.

Now, I reclined and handed the bulb up to Gary, "OK, baby. Make yourself useful." I slightly parted my legs and guided him as he gently eased the nozzle into my vagina. "Slowly Baby, slowly."

When the nozzle was totally inside me, I ordered Gary, "Squeeze." He obediently complied. I felt the warm water course into me. "Again." Another warm gush. "Once more. OK"