My Good Luck Piece

"It's a perfect fit," I told her, turning her face, and giving her a bit of a kiss.

"Mmmhmmm," she acknowledged, "you fit me perfectly everywhere."

I was nudging my cock in and out of her warm bottom, while I just played with her tits, nuzzling her neck. I was just looking for a short break before I fucked her hard once again.

"Please, no," she mumbled, and I looked down to see Eric getting ready to fuck her exposed pussy.

"Just you Alex," she moaned, covering her pussy with her hands. "I'll suck them, but don't let them fuck me, please."

I broke the news to Eric, worried that he'd get upset, but he took it in stride, then crawled between her legs and licked her with abandon. In a couple of minutes he had her coming again, and I could feel her spasming on my cock.

Then she was back on her hands and knees, on the floor this time, sucking both Eric and Don, with my fat cock still lodged in her tight ass. Don didn't look like he'd rise to the occasion, but even with a barely half hard cock, he managed to squeeze out an orgasm and a few drops of dew, before collapsing back against the couch, crying out the wonders of Cyndi.

I couldn't hold out any longer, and finally dumped my load in her tight ass. Eric lasted a bit longer, and as I headed to the bathroom to clean up, he was holding her pigtails and fucking her face with abandon. He was pretty short, I'm sure less than 5 inches long, and he didn't choke her much no matter how hard he pumped her face.

After cleaning my cock, and taking a leak, I came back to the room. Cyndi was on the phone, "Ok darling, I'll see you then." She hung up and laid back on the couch, "He'll be leaving in just a bit, I think maybe we should clean up." Her eyes were closed and she looked complete used up.

"Come with me young lady," I told her, as I pulled her up from the couch. I took her down to her bedroom. I left her on the bed, as I started up a bath for her, then guided her into the tub and left her there to relax. When I got upstairs, the guys were already dressed, and cleaning things up. I opened the window to get the strong smell of sex out of the air. Don returned from the bathroom with a spray aerosol that seemed to help. Eric was downright jovial, while Don was pretty quiet.

"How did the game end?" I finally asked.

"We won," Don answered, "24 to 17." He smiled, "She really did bring us good luck. I'm glad I've got the game Tivo'd and can watch it at home."

"That was the most incredible event in my life," Eric announced. "Who would ever have believed we'd be tapping that thing."

"She was kind of upset," I told them both, "I don't think she ever meant for it to go as far as it did. I think we should just consider this a once in a lifetime event, until I hear otherwise. She was already passed out, before I even came up here."

"Damn," Eric moaned, "I wonder how much of all this she'll ever remember? I know I'll never be able to look at her the same."

"Yeah, but if this became a habit, you know someday, somehow, this would get back to your wives." I reminded them, a little fact which seemed to have been forgotten in all the horseplay.

"Well, I hope at the least we get to keep the good luck kisses. Maybe we can go undefeated." Don remarked.

"Let's all agree to not mention this to anybody else, including her." I told them. "If she's ever looking for a replay, I'm sure she'll let us know."

The guys promised to keep it mum, and agreed to clean up the last of the mess, and neaten up the kitchen, while I took care of our hostess. I left them to their work after getting dressed, and found that the lovely Cyndi had managed to extricate herself from the bath, and was lying on the bed wrapped in a towel. She looked like she was already asleep. I found some aspirin in the medicine cabinet and filled a glass with water. Lifting her torso up off the bed, I encouraged her to take the three aspirin, and drink the entire glass of water.

"I'm going to regret this in the morning," she mumbled, with a small giggle.

"I know, we went a little far," I told her, holding her close.

"No, not that," she said softly, "the nearly two full bottles of wine. I'm going to have such a headache."

I heard the front door close, and I jumped up to see if that was Derek coming, or the guys going. The foyer and living room were empty, and the kitchen looked clean.

I headed back to the bedroom, and Cyndi was just starting to stand. "I need to get things cleaned up before Derek gets here, or there will be hell to pay."

"All done, you just get in that bed and relax." I told her, opening the covers, and stealing her towel away, once more catching my breath as I took in her fabulous naked body.

"I don't sleep naked," she murmured, as she allowed me to guide her between the sheets. I sat next to her on the edge of the bed, just softly caressing her, her face, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts.

The phone ringing jolted me to attention. She reached out for it automatically, eyes closed, and answered, "Hello?"

"No dear, that's ok. I just don't feel that well, anyway. The guys are already gone. I've cleaned up and I'm in bed already, no rush." She told him, squirming a bit as I played with her nipples. She listened for a while longer. "Ok, see you then... I love you too," she told him, reaching out to hang up the phone. She was missing a little to the left, so I placed it back in the stand for her.

"I don't know what he's up to, but now he claims he's really leaving the office and will be home in an hour after picking up dinner." She told me.

I stood up and turned on all the lights in the room. Then I sat down and took off my boots, then my pants and boxers. I pulled off my shirt so I'd be as naked as her.

"Mmmmm, you bad boy. Now what are you up to?" She asked me, watching me through lidded eyes.

"Just keeping you company for a while," I explained, as I threw all the covers to the side so I could look over her perfect body, which was going to be mine for at least a little while longer. Then I climbed on top of her. Soon my lips were busy as were hers.

I sat up and tilted her legs back, so her knees were almost to her shoulders, and slid my cock inside of her again. I just took my time enjoying the sensation of sliding in and out of her, endlessly. I almost couldn't believe my cock was hard again, but it was rock hard, as thick and long as it gets. I filled her completely, and used her for my pleasure.

"Why'd you share me with them?" she asked me softly.

"To show you how sexy and irresistible you truly are." I explained. "Eric is happily married and as far as I know has never cheated on his wife. Don is not only married, but I believe he's asexual. He once mentioned that he gets it twice a year, and is not really all that excited about that prospect. Both came for you twice, and would have happily fucked you until there sorry little peckers fell off, if you'd let them," I told her. I had released her legs, and was just easily sliding in and out of her, my body draped across hers. Her nipples burned against my chest, my mouth hovered only an inch from hers.

"Shhhh," she said softly, giving me a little kiss, "Don't be mean. Not everyone can have a great big giant penis like yours," she giggled. "It was better this way, it was kind of fun sucking smaller dicks, they're not as scary, and they don't choke me with half a cup of cum."

She just relaxed under my fucking, a small smile etched on her face.

"I really did have them both worked up, didn't I," she said softly, grinning.

"All three of us," I reminded her.

"I can't believe you fucked me in the butt, Alex. You knew I didn't really want that." She complained. "I'm going to be so sore there, it already hurts so bad just to touch it. You are way too big to be in my butt."

"Your ass is way too perfect, too round, too smooth, too tight, not to get fucked." I told her.

"Well, at least in the future, you could use a little lube," she told me, and I just accepted that there would be more fucking in the future, in the ass and elsewhere.

"It's a promise," I told her. I closed my eyes and concentrated on where I was penetrating her again and again. I was getting close.

"You're going to come for me again aren't you. Three times tonight. God, I love the feeling when you come in me. I love the look on your face as your fucking me, it's like there's nothing else in the world for you except for me." She was thrusting back against me, holding her breasts.

"Oh God, Alex, you're going to make me come again, just knowing how much I excite you, oh yes, fuck me hard, harder, harder..."

I didn't really care what she said, I was fucking her as hard as I could, the headboard hammering the wall, her body shaking underneath me. With a squeal she came, hitting me, her face flushing, a red blush creeping down her neck in a large V between her breasts. She was on an orgasmic high, coming repeatedly, every half-dozen seconds, and I just pounded her relentlessly. Her expressions were amazing, her eyes would roll up, her mouth hung open in a silent scream as she came, then she'd blink a couple of times, catch her breath and close her mouth. Her forehead would wrinkle, she'd get that look of concentration before her eyes disappeared again, and her mouth gaped open. After the fifth or sixth time, she started to look worried, almost afraid, and it took a little longer but then she was there again, coming continuously. After a few moments she clenched her eyes shut, grunting hard, then louder, then absolutely screaming as her tight little twat squeezed my cock so hard I was afraid she was trying to squeeze if off. She pulled me down hard against her body, her fingernails rending the flesh from my back. I'd never seen any woman come so hard, and she wasn't stopping, ten, fifteen, twenty seconds, maybe more, she came continuously, finally wringing my own eruption out of me.

"FUCK!" I screamed out, slamming down against her, bathing her insides again.

Her arms and legs wrapped around me, she fucked me back hard, hunching her twat back against me over and over, taking everything I had to give, and crying out repeatedly, before collapsing half-dead.

I was exhausted, but looking over at the clock figured I had at least 15 minutes more before I had to leave. I looked at her. Looked at that beautiful face, great body, perfect tits. And I pushed my shrinking cock in and out of her moist hole, concentrating on the feel of her skin holding me, thinking about all the fantasies I'd had, the nights I'd come home and masturbated to images of her in my brain. I stared down at those massive, amazing tits, taking in every little bump and line. I memorized the pattern of each nipple, so I could recall it instantly. I sat up, opened her legs wide, an ankle in each hand, and looked down to see my cock slide in and out of her smooth snatch. I pictured bending those legs back, and sliding my cock back up her ass, and then back in her tight pussy. I breathed deep absorbing the aroma of her sex. And I felt it. The slow stiffening. First the slow swelling, getting thicker, fatter, filling her more. Then the hardening, the lengthening, as I was able to pull out further and further, while staying hard enough to penetrate her. I was fully hard, able to pull my cock all the way out of her, and then repenetrate and push all the way back in.

"Oh God, Alex, I can't take much more," she groaned as I fucked her slowly, her body just laying underneath me, occasionally twitching from sensitivity. "Don't you ever stop? You just came!"

I pulled her legs together, adding more friction, and fucked her faster, looking down on her tits wiggling, her nipples getting harder again, her skin flushing, involuntarily, just knowing she was being used for sex.

I rolled her onto her side, lifting a leg up as I straddled the other one. I could penetrate her so deep this way, every bit of my length sunk into her folds. I placed the leg over my shoulder and leaned forward so I could fondle her breast, while I fucked her with long steady strokes.

Then I was on my back and she was fucking me, rocking back and forth, bouncing up and down. "Fuck me," she growled, "Fuck my pussy, that tight little forbidden hole you dream about, fuck it hard." I grabbed her ass and pounded up into her, squeezing those ass cheeks tight. My fingers met at her ass, and spread her open just a bit. "Ouch, softly," she told me as she fucked me, "You've already fucked that hole raw, that'll have to be for another day. When we can do it proper." Then she shut up and fucked me hard feeling my impending release. Leaning completely over, she kissed me again, her tongue ravaging my mouth, exploring every crevice. Just as I had ravished her body. She shifted a hair, and started slamming her tight slice up and down my cock at a new angle, which worked wonders for me. I gasped as I held her thighs and worked with her to give her every inch.

"Are you going to come again for me?" She asked me, gasping as she pounded her body against me.

"Soon," I told her, "oh, any moment."

She pulled off instantly, and had my cock buried in her throat while her hand jerked me off. It pushed me over the edge, and I came for her, painfully. My cock was completely done for the day. Under threat of death, I couldn't have gotten hard again.

Cyndi, laid against my side, then she opened her mouth and showed me just a little bit of cum on her tongue. She closed her mouth and smiled, apparently savoring her treat. Finally I could see her swallow, then lick her lips clean.

"You're sweet," she told me. "But you don't come any more than those other guys."

"We'll have to try again sometime, on my first load of the day." I told her looking at the clock. I was already in overtime. Derek would be there any minute.

I leaped up and started getting dressed, pulling the covers over her, and turning off the lights. I gave her a kiss goodnight and thanked her for the best evening of my life.

"It was even better for me," She told me with a smile.

"That's a sweet lie, but I appreciate it." I told her. I kissed her again, longer, still able to taste a little bit of myself on her breath. Then I was rushing out of the house, and hopping in my car, wondering where we'd be watching the football game next Sunday.

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The next morning, I woke to the doorbell ringing. I headed down the stairs and was shocked to see Cyndi there. I unbolted the door and let her in.

She leaped into my arms. "Oh Alex! He did it, last night he had me twice."

"Really?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"We laid there and talked, afterwards," she said softly, holding me to her. "He has performance anxiety. He thinks I'm too good for him. When I come to him looking for sex, he just shuts down. But last night, when I was lying there drunk and tired, naked in the bed, he got hard just looking at my body. When he went to fondle me, and I turned away from him, he got even more excited and was able to do it!" She blurted happily, and then she pulled loose, and took my hand leading me to the back of the house.

"I confessed afterwards that I had gotten way too drunk, and let you guys kiss me and fondle me," she told me as she lead the way into my bedroom. "And that it seemed to bring us good luck."

As she stripped her clothing off, once again exposing that perfect body to my less than perfect self, she continued. "As I told him this stuff, he got more and more worked up. I told him I wore my cheerleader outfit, and he made me stroke his cock while he got hard again. When I told him I couldn't remember everything I did, he got so excited he was shaking. I said that I was worried because I was sore in some places, and that my mouth tasted like cum. He grabbed me by the head and made me suck him, growling at me, "You can't remember! You smell and taste like cum and you can't remember! I don't care how sore you are, that pussy is mine and I'm going to fuck it!" Then he fucked me again. He hasn't fucked me twice since our honeymoon." She smiled a sigh of relief. "He didn't go soft, he didn't come as soon as he stuck it in me, he lasted at least two minutes. It was the best it's ever been with him."

Naked, she knelt before me, undressing me, and once she had me as she wanted, she grabbed my cock and lead me to the bed. Lying back, she opened her legs for me, and I could see she was still red and well used.

"I think he's one of those guys that gets off on hearing the nasty things his wife does. You know what I mean?" She asked me, as she guided my stiff cock back home.

"Sure," I answered, fully sheathed in my dream woman again.

"He said it would be Ok, if during the game, I got a little racy, just for good luck you know." She smiled as she felt my hard cock start to smoothly track in and out of her. "So you guys are going to have to come over again this Sunday. I promise I'll wear my outfit for you."

"What are you doing here then?" I asked her.

"I really don't remember a lot about last night. I'm going to have to ask you to remind me what happened, maybe demonstrate what happened. Do you think you could do that for me?" She asked, completely seriously.

"I can, but I'll have to call in sick, this is going to take all day." I answered, holding her legs back while I fucked my dream girl firmly.

"Good," she gasped, "that was what I was hoping you'd say." Then she smiled. "It'll be interesting to see how Derek reacts to finding out I've been naughty again. Make sure I look well used when I leave here."

That was one commitment I could gladly keep.

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