My Michelle Ch. 01

"I don't care. You can get an abortion."

"Honey, you know I wouldn't do that."

"Then, I'll raise the fucking thing!"

"Aaron!"

"Please, Michelle."

"Don't ask me, it's Frank who's going to do the fucking. I'm just the girl with the holes." She looked up at Frank, playfully.

"Frank, please fuck my girlfriend."

Frank stands up, and touches Michelle affectionately around her waist, as she looks up at him. He guides her to flip over onto her stomach so she's leaning forward over the edge of the pool, and her pussy is lined up right in front of his hips. She looks back, eyes moving between the two of us men.

"You sure? No turning back, kid," Frank said to me as he stroked her right hip, guiding his sausage to tickle its head against her engorged lips with his other hand. I snapped away at the light foreplay, overwhelmed in my imagination by the sheer proximity of his flesh to hers.

He looked like he truly belonged there, standing at her threshold, absently massaging the mounds of her asscheeks as he prepared to claim her for himself once and for all. I was speechless as I watched the wet glistening head rub against the soft folds of her entrance.

Snap. Snap. Snap. I couldn't stop taking pictures of their horny spectacle.

"Oh, put it in me, Frank," Michelle murmured.

I watched, rapt, as Frank eased his hips forward, and her legs moved unconsciously to widen up her stance as her pussy opened to accept his size. I watched every inch slip slowly into her suctioning hole. I reveled as her ass came to grind and moosh against his pelvis. Her hands clutched for holds, and her legs twitched, as she floated in ecstasy, this new lover probing inside her, deeper than I'd ever been or could ever be.

"Oh, god, yes!" She exclaimed. "It's so big!"

"Is it okay, honey?" I wanted to make sure she wasn't hurt from his size. I walked in arcs around them, looking for the right angles to shoot from. My dick was so rigid it hurt.

"Shut up, Aaron!" She reprimanded me sharply. Then she craned her neck to look up at Frank, eyes full of wonder and anticipation. "Fuck me, lover."

And with that, Frank began to pump his meat in and out of her. Slowly at first, as her pussy performed it's teasing little gyrations against the ridge of the shaft sliding in and out of it. Then faster, and harder.

Her arm came up and back to clumsily find his neck, which she brought down to enable her to kiss him passionately on the mouth as he plowed her from behind, her breasts swinging beneath her —rubbing against the flat wet stones surrounding the pool. I shot as many angles as possible of them in this contortion —rooted between her ass and his pelvis, her graceful form twisting, naked to join her mouth to his.

"Oh, Frank!" She moaned, heedless of my presence. "I've never felt like this," She was gasping and panting with the pleasure of Frank's cock pulsing and throbbing as it slid in and out of her wet snatch. "Oh, it's so good."

Frank held her firmly by the hips as he drove relentlessly into her, over and over again, her upper body flailing exultantly in reaction, her face a constant play between glazed pleasure and livid naughtiness.

Soon Michelle was writhing harder and harder against Frank's bucking hips, pounding her ass back against him for all she was worth, her head tossing back and forth as an erotic scream built inside of her —from her g-spot, until it broke out of her, escaping her lips with the golden vibration of orgasm, spasming against his rod so that he had to pull out of her, and tense for a moment, to delay his own climax.

She instantly reached back, violently, for his cock. Her pussy was already addicted to it, it would seem. He stood back, grabbing her hand to pull her up. They embraced and kissed each other for a long, passionate spell, standing in the water of the hot spring, the steam climbing around their entwined forms —the world outside their mouths and hands and sex, forgotten.

I took picture after picture, gripping my hardon tight.

Michelle clutched at Frank with a manic passion, eventually forcing him into a sitting position on the ledge of the pool, and pushing him to lie on his back. Then she looked back at me as she planted her hands on his chest, and moved to straddle him, seeking out the tip of his cock with her gyrating hips, teasing her pussy against it until she got the right angle. Then she eased her body slowly onto the slick swollen flesh of his cock, and began to ride it.

And she rode Frank, so wild and strong. I could see how much she loved being his slut. She looked so beautiful, heaving in throes astride his big hard dick, locking her body onto his —allowing him to own her deep inside. My Michelle.

She rode him like that for what seemed like ever. He gripped her at the hip flesh, smooshing her ass together as she landed on him, or occasionally reaching up to fondle and squeeze her wet, round tits.

I relished in the way she seized and shuddered on top of him. Thinking of how it was this other man whose cock was doing this to her, and right in front of me. I don't know how to explain it, but it made me feel proud —proud of her for being so open with her sex, so free with her pleasure and her body's pursuit of it.

I snapped picture after picture of Michelle writhing and moaning on another man's dick in front of me —my beautiful, sexy slut girlfriend. She'd never seemed so beautiful than at that moment, the first time I watched her surrender her body to another man's pleasure.

I loved her. I loved the slut in her. I loved this moment, watching her furiously riding the dick of a stranger. Maybe she'd agree to be my wife some day. Maybe she would dance at my bachelor party for me and my friends. Oh my god, what would we do for the honeymoon?

"Oh, Frank" She cooed to him. "Are you getting close?" She asked? She was clearly savoring every moment.

"I am," he affirmed. "I'm going to cum."

"Cum inside me," she told him. "I want to feel you shoot in me."

Pretty soon Frank started grunting, and bucking harder under her, and gripping her cunt against him with his hands at her waist, kissing her fiercely as he sprayed his sperm all over inside her womb.

Michelle clung to him, hunched over. She nibbled at his shoulder, and her face twisted and contorted in expressions of ecstasy and abandon. Her wet hips shuddered in frantic little shakes back and forth across Franks pulsing hips, his cock rooted as deep inside her channel as she could allow.

The frenzy slowed, and they melted into an embrace, all tender kisses and misty smiles in the afterglow of what was probably one of the best fucks of Michelle's life. At least, judging from her response. His dick softened and eventually slipped out of her pussy, with a little plop. Laying as they were across the stones I could see the first traces of his semen begin to leak out of her pretty pussy, all stretched and flushed from the ravaging he gave her.

I got up close to her ass, to make sure I got a good picture of her fresh creampie, his softening rod touching up against her inner thigh as they lay in a relaxed embrace, pulses and breath returning to a normal pace. They looked up at me together and smiled, and I shot the perfect picture —Michelle, laying naked on top of her lover's spent body —both of them, lazy smiles; her cunt in the foreground, leaking rivulets of his semen from the stretched and flushed lips.

Frank reached up to her ass with both hands, and spread the lips apart more, so that his come began to fall out in bigger gobs. He must have filled her up completely. I snapped away as she smiled at me.

"Honey you know what time it is now."

"What do you mean?"

"Like in your cuckold movies?"

I knew where she was going with this, but I didn't know if I was ready.

"Isn't it your job to clean me up now so I don't get pregnant?"

"Oh, honey, I don't know if I'm ready for that yet..."

Michelle rolled off of Frank, sitting up and framing her pussy with her hands.

"Come on, cucky-boy —this is what happens when you let other men fuck your girl."

I hesitated.

"Aaron, I mean it. Now," she said, imperious. "Lick my pussy."

"Come on, Aaron," Frank chided.

What could I do? I waded over to the edge of the pool, handing Frank his camera back and kneeling before Michelle's cum-filled pussy. A mess of semen coated and splooged out of the opening. I smelled the heady bouquet of Frank's seed as I got closer, and tasted the salty flavor and stringy texture as I lapped the first of his cum up with my tongue.

"There you go, baby," Michelle said, encouraging me like a child, "Now you're a real cuckold."

The two of them laughed together as they watched me lick and suck Frank's cum out of my girlfriend's pussy. I massaged her thighs and she ran her fingers through my hair as I gorged myself on her. Frank massaged her breasts and kissed her on the mouth as I lapped away.

My fantasies had come true —I was a real cuckold now. I didn't know where this relationship would go from here, but I knew one thing for sure. I loved Michelle. I loved how she loved me, and I loved what a slut she became today. I wanted to marry this girl, and make her mine. My Michelle...