Even if he wasn't that ... if he was just a lustful man taking advantage of a situation that presented itself, I was still exposing myself to the danger of sexual diseases. Should I make him stop and insist on him using a condom, but that would immediately imply that I was agreeable? Oh, how had I let this happen?
While I debated all this, the fondling of his hands on my naked breasts, the seduction of his lips and tongue on my bare neck and the pressure of his rampant male body pressing against the back of me from shoulders to ankles, aroused my body to a lustful want.
His right hand cupped my naked right breast and he pushed it upward while twisting his head over my shoulder from behind me and sucking on the erect nipple. A surge shot through my body at the feel of his tongue and lips on my taut nipple as he pushed my arousal to another level. Oh, this was so wrong. It's not like Peter didn't look after my needs, we were perfectly happy with our sex life.
I needed to stop this now, "You mustn't Jerry, I don't want this. I don't even know you and it's not like Peter is a close friend of yours ... you haven't seen each other for years. We should just stay friends."
He released my right nipple, "Oh, you need this, Caroline, I can see how much you need it. That's why I'm doing this ... because I can see how much you want it ... want me. Your body, your face, your eyes ... I have seen the raw need in them ever since I arrived on Monday. You want this so bad."
"No I don't," I protested, resenting that he should think that he knew how I felt, what I wanted. Only I could know how I felt. I loved my husband, and I am completely satisfied with him ... I needed to tell him so. "Peter and I love each other very much, and we have a great sex life. He would be devastated if he knew his old school buddy was trying to cut in on his wife."
Even as I said the words, I thought that if what I said was so, then why did Jerry's mouth -- his lips and his tongue -- and his hands -- with those smooth soft fingers - make me feel so damn good. If I didn't put an authoritative stop to this nonsense real soon, I knew that I wouldn't be able to stop it at all. I was beginning to feel some trembling inside my body. I knew that if he got his fingers -- or worse still, his penis - down there under my dress, I wouldn't be able to keep him out of my body.
I felt pressure on my bare back, he had placed a hand in the middle of it and was pushing me forward, bending me at the waist, pushing my bare chest, my naked breasts down toward the wooden picnic table. My pubis pressed against the table edge and I stretched my hands forward, placing them in front of me on the table to stop my upper body from being flattened down against the old splintered wood.
I felt the soft touch of his fingers on the smooth skin at the back of my upper thighs, which my summery dress had until that moment been demurely covering. Maybe not now ... his fingers must have lifted my dress to search my body more intimately. It was all happening too quickly, opening up new fronts all over my body making it more and more difficult to defend each new approach.
I felt him bunch the back of my dress into a neat roll and place it across the middle of my back. It would stay there because of how my body was now bent forward, almost at right angles across the table edge. His hands continued to caress and fondle the soft skin at the top of my thighs, driving me crazy with arousal. Then I felt his fingers slip inside the waistband of my panties and down they came in one fluid motion, dropping to around my ankles. Should I step out of them? Would that be a wrong sign? Or should I wrench myself from his grasp, reach down and pull my panties back up?
My arse was now bare, completely naked to his sight. I was so stretched, spread-eagled across the table that I could picture him standing behind me, looking down on my naked arse, it's cheeks split wide, the tiny anal ring stretched but still a tight orifice. I had been worrying that this could get out of hand, but it already had. Where did I lose control? What was going to happen next?
I felt something solid, hard and wet, trailing across the smooth white cheeks of my arse. My God, what was that? Was that what I think it is? That had to be his penis, now rubbing too close to my arse, and so perilously close to my dripping vagina. He must have already unzipped and taken it out of his pants ... all behind my back while I was pressed down over the table.
I could speculate all I liked about where this was heading, about how I should have said no much earlier ... and how I should have been more defiant in telling him no. But now as he rubbed the wet tip of his penis across the smooth cheeks of my arse, there was no doubt where it was destined to lodge itself.
Correction ... there was a small doubt ... was it headed for my vagina or would he want to invade my virgin arse?
His hand in the middle of my back had pressed me so firmly that I was now like an inverted L shape ... my two feet planted on the ground. But my upper body was now down flat across the table, the splintered wood cutting into the soft smooth surface of the skin of my breasts and my prominent taut nipples.
"Please don't do that ... I can already feel splinters ripping into my breasts."
"We can't have that, can we ... they are too perfect to be cut up by wood splinters. Here..." He released the pressure and took hold of my shoulders to raise me slightly, then reached around and grasped the bodice of my dress, pulling it back up to modestly re-cover my breasts. Then the palm of his hand firmly pressed me back down flat, my breasts now protected from the wood by the material of my dress.
I felt his wet penis tip once more wipe its pre-cum across my smooth globes and I tensed, clenching my arse cheeks, attempting to show resistance to any intent Jerry might have of pushing it into my unsullied anal passage. That way had never been a choice for either of my husbands, and I had always succeeded in keeping at bay the anal desires of one early boyfriend who had expressed a preference to explore me there.
Pinned as I was, I was now more or less accepting that copulation was about to happen with Peter's schoolmate. I have to admit to you -- the reader -- but I wouldn't tell Jerry, that I felt shamefully very aroused and he just seemed so determined that I had given up all thought of fighting him off. Still, I expected that a good loving wife should show some final pretence of resistance, even if it was futile.
Although he had me pinned to the end of the table, I managed to wriggle my arse, feigning a twisting move to dislodge his hard penis. However, my evasive moves only succeeded in trapping his penis-head between my spread arse cheeks. That scared me!
"So, that's where you want it, my sweetness. Looks like my lucky day."
"No, no, please Jerry, I don't like it that way."
To my surprise, he accepted my defence without question and I felt his hands slip from the back of my upper thighs to between them, trying to push my legs further apart. I had to lift one of my feet out of the panties caught at my ankles and then my feet shuffled wider in response to the pressure of his hands. He must have bent his knees, guiding his now rampant penis lower, slipping it between my spread thighs and sliding along the wet outer lips. In the 8 or so men that I have had in my life, I couldn't remember even one whose penis I didn't see before it came inside me. Would this be the first?
"I think I'm a bit sticky there," I informed him nonchalantly in response to this man's penis pursuing my vagina.
"All the better to slide into you," he said.
"Last chance to leave me alone and retain your friendship with Peter," I called out above the roar of the waterfall, probably unconvincingly, turning my head sideways to direct the words toward him.
He succeeded in pushing that hard penis tip all the way up through the spread of my outer labia lips. His penis-head reached my budding clitoris and the touch of it felt like he had delivered an electric shock to that whole region. I eagerly clamped my thighs around the invader.
"Don't tell me you think that my having you is going to upset my friendship with Pete. Man, you so don't know your husband."
He reversed his penis back down, held there for a moment, then plunged it once more all the way up the soppy channel of love created by my labia being spread so widely. I was trying to get my brain to interpret just what Jerry meant by telling me, 'you so don't know your husband.' Was there something they had discussed that I didn't know about? But Jerry's plunging penis, coming at me from behind between my thighs, was distracting me from all rational thought. My hands gripped the rough wooden table and I chose to spread my feet even further apart and braced myself for his expected entry.
But he stalled me, made me wait while he had his fun with long probing strokes on the outside stretching from my perineum to my clit, each one creating a mad crazy throbbing deep within my body. Discarding all pretence of resistance, I started to hump my body back at him, more the actions of a hot sex-pot than a seduced woman.
"See, I knew it," he gloated at me, "you are so hot for my cock."
The waterfall and the sound of its power, this place and this table and what it meant to me sexually, this stranger who had come into our lives so briefly. From all of this, I was now crazed with wanting him to take me, I had to have him inside of me, no matter what. I completely lost it, half turning around and screaming back at him, "Stick the fucking thing in NOW!"
His self-satisfied laughter could be heard above the roar of the waterfall as I at last felt his penis push and probe briefly at my pulsing vaginal opening and then he plunged it unceremoniously all the way in, filling me wonderfully, although the suddenness and force of his entry was slightly painful.
"YESSSSSS!!" I screamed out, an echo of my enthusiastic acceptance bellowing back out of the valley. I barely had time to adjust the angle of my body before his hard penis all but vanished from my vagina ... and then he drove it hard back in. Peter didn't make love like this, he is a gentle man and he is always conscious not to inflict pain. But every now and then, a woman wants it rough and I quickly learned that's how it was going to be with Jerry.
He held nothing back, he drove it in and out of me like a piston in a car engine, plunging against the slick well-lubricated inner walls of my vagina. It was awkward, having him behind me doggie-style. Tasting full-on sex for the first time with a new man should be face-to-face, watching and testing the facial reactions as the man's penis probes every nook and cranny within the woman.
A woman likes to use her fingers to press the skin just above the pubic bone while being fucked. Even without coming in contact with the clitoris, it can bring on an orgasm. Well, I didn't need to, because the way my body was pressed into the table edge, that area above the pubic bone was getting all the pressure it needed. And every hard driving thrust from behind pushed my pubis harder up against the table's edge.
Jerry never let up, there was little finesse about him. He just went for it and locked in a hard driving rhythm. But what he did have seemed to be staying power. After what seemed to be a good solid 5 minutes, I began to wonder just how long he could go on for. I was already hovering on the crest of a beautiful finish. I had tried to stall it, hang back hoping that he might cum with me. But then suddenly, it was there and nothing I could do would stop a flooding orgasm wash over me.
But unlike every other time that I had made love with a man, it seemed that my body this time would not be content with just one. Jerry had given me little respite when I came. He just slipped his penis back down to second gear for maybe a minute and then it was on again ... full thrust. So that when he hit high gear again, my own personal pulsing hadn't receded and my body picked up the rhythm all over again from Jerry's hard driving thrusts.
"No ... oh God no, I can't!" I screamed out, suddenly aware that I was on the verge of a second crashing orgasm. It swept over me, even more powerful than the first. "Oh cum with me," I pleaded before my body crumbled against the tabletop and I became incoherent.
"You got it, sweetheart," he bellowed above the sound of the waterfall, but I was already cumming again and I nearly blacked out from the intense feelings.
As I came down from that wonderful second peak and became conscious of my surroundings, I found that the frantic activity had ceased. Jerry must have cum because his hard penis was wedged so tightly inside me and I could feel it still pulsing out its spurts of cum, planting his seed in me.
He bent over my flattened body, "Are you okay, sweetheart?"
I appreciated his concern, although I didn't like being called sweetheart. Turning my head far around, I managed to see his smiling contended face above and behind me. "Yes, I'm good," I told him.
"Only good, I hoped you'd be better than good."
"Jesus, bloody men and their egos ... alright, it was great, one of the best I've ever had, although I would have preferred to watch you while you were doing me. I'm not too fussed about doggie."
"Sorry about that, Caroline, but I couldn't be sure how much you'd go for it. I needed you in a position where I could dominate. You looked like you enjoyed yourself though."
I gave him a lazy smile, "You'd be right about that."
"Just like I was right about how much you needed it?"
"Yeah, I'll give you that too, although it's interesting to hear you concede that you didn't know how much I'd go for it. Sounds like you weren't quite as cock-sure about me wanting you as you implied."
Jerry obviously didn't want to respond to that, so he pulled his still quite hard penis from inside me. Freed from the weight of him on my back, I lifted my body up slowly, managing to straighten, that move causing my furled-up dress to drop down over my thighs, restoring some modesty to me. But he immediately took hold of me again and spun me around, perching my arse down on the edge of the table.
Not missing a beat, he pushed my dress up in front, spread my thighs and slipped his penis back up to my vaginal entrance. I was stunned to feel that he still had enough stiffness to get at least the head inside of me.
"My God, you're still big," I exclaimed, happier now that I could see his face, and I watched him smile confidently as he accepted my stunned awe at his still rampant size.
But the best was to come as he slid the whole big shaft deep inside me once more. As much as his doggie fuck had brought me extreme pleasure, I was thrilled because now I could wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and stare into his eyes. He could see mine widen as he filled me, and I could watch the pleasure on his face as my clinging passage gripped him tightly.
Jerry did have a lesser pace, and he produced it to give me another thorough reaming. This second one was slow and gentle ... and it went on for a long time ... what stamina. He managed to cum again, but what is most amazing ... so did I. Three times with one man on one day ... hallelujah!
Now came the awkward time. This man had taken me forcefully without asking and without love. Now we were faced with a 3-mile hike back along the trail, it could either be in embarrassing silence or we could attempt to make trivial small talk. The whole dynamic had changed. He was no longer just my husband's old schoolmate visiting for a few days. Like it or not, he had become my lover. Would he want me again? Would I want him again before he left town? And most importantly, do I tell Peter what had happened up there at the waterfall?
Jerry and I said little on the walk back. When we reached my home, he went off to the guestroom without so much as a kiss on the cheek and a 'thanks for everything.'
Peter came home around 6.30, just as his routine dictated nearly every working day of his life. Other than asking had I taken Jerry up to the waterfall, we didn't have much conversation about the day. I had expected that he would be much more curious and would have a string of questions about our day. I must admit to wondering why he didn't ask.
Maybe there wasn't much conversation about our day because of my attitude ... naturally I was extremely self-conscious about what I had let happen. I was wrestling with my inner soul as to whether I should tell Peter. I didn't really want him to know that I had cheated on him, particularly with a friend that I had only just met. But then, I really didn't want him to hear about it from Jerry. That could make Peter very mistrustful of me.
I was annoyed at myself that I hadn't at least talked to Jerry about what either of us might say to Peter. The sex between us had been so good, so intense, that we had found it awkward to say anything in particular to each other through the afternoon. The obvious thing would be to compliment each other on what had been truly great sex, but then that might imply a more serious connection between us that neither wanted to admit to. So we had just avoided each other until Peter got home.
Despite it being Jerry's last night in town, Peter and I retired to bed early ... well, at least earlier than we had on the 3 nights Jerry had been staying. So it was around 10pm when I was sitting at my table in the bedroom, removing my make-up when Peter came in naked from the shower.
I guess I spotted the size of his erection before he said anything. I was curious for him to be walking around so hard when we had not had any interplay at all.
"Wow, where did that come from?" I asked curiously.
"Um?" he seemed to say absentmindedly, then looked down at himself to see what I was looking at. "Oh that ... yeah, looks exciting, doesn't it? Do you feel like having a bit of fun tonight?"
"Wow, what a romantic invitation. I don't think your pick-up line would get my legs open, but that erection might, just on its own. What have you been thinking about to get that?"
Peter looked a bit sheepish, "Uh, I don't know, just you and how much I love you."
A wave of guilt swept over me. Here is my husband saying something romantic like that and here's me with my vagina still sore and tingly from the workout I got from his old school buddy's penis. I had a sudden compulsion to 'fess up, to unburden my guilt on my husband and see where it took us.
I swung on my chair and held out my arms to beckon him to me. He came and stood directly in front of me, still totally naked. I reached out and took hold of his three-quarter erect penis and looked up into his eyes. "Darling, I have something to tell you, it's not good. I hope it won't upset you too much."
"Oh, this sounds ominous. I tell you what though, I did figure that something was amiss. You haven't said much all evening. You didn't have an argument with Jerry, did you? He's been a bit quiet too tonight."
"No, it was hardly an argument, Peter. We ... err, that is ... we ... oh God, how do I say it? I guess I have to just come out with it. Oh shit, he fucked me today, Peter. I am so sorry, I didn't know if I should tell you ... but I don't think that we should keep things from each other. Honey, it's the first time since we married that I've let another man ... err, you know ... err, come into me. But, he tried it on me and I'm ashamed to say that I couldn't resist him ... I just let him put his penis into me and have me. Oh God, it's not like I needed it ... I think it was just raw animal lust."
While I was struggling to unburden myself to my husband, the penis that I was holding suddenly stiffened into complete erection and in no time, was dribbling pre-cum. "What's this?" I asked, stroking it twice to test its solid rigidity, looking up at Peter for an explanation.
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