The Gathering
ONE Meeting With the Doctor
It is late afternoon, roughly four miles from the Pacific
Palisades and the surf at Malibu, under a cloudy, but non-rain
threatening sky. A battered '85 Volvo serves sharply into a tight
parking space, wedging itself firmly between a, much newer red
BMW and a dark green Mercedes convertible.
A dark-haired man in his late forties lithely emerges from the
noticeably physically abused vehicle, slamming the door shut
behind him. Then, rather than walking away, the man takes a
vicious kick at the car door, adding yet another dent to the
heavily pockmarked Volvo. The strange thing is the man expresses
no discernible anger and after examining the dent, calmly walks
away from the vehicle.
No pretty boy, leading man here; his skin a weathered copper,
with deep wrinkles around the eyes from a lifetime of squinting
in the sun as he checked his wristwatch. His course black hair
has started to thin; and his dark brown eyes crinkle as his mouth
relaxes in a lazy grin as he confirms he is exactly on time for
his appointment with Dr. Sharon Lamouerux at the Los Angeles
Blood Work Center. He walks purposefully to the receptionist,
smiles down at her and announces his name.
"Good morning, I'm Dutch Perry. I have a 9:45 appointment with
Dr. Lamouerux."
The receptionist, whose name-tag reads "Beverly Smoots,"
coquetteishly returns the smile wondering what it was about this
Mr. Perry that was causing her to become aroused. In turn, he
weighed her look and summarily dismissed any thought of seducing
her. Beverly stopped fidgeting with her bracelet for a moment to
glance down at the appointment book and found his name listed
there.
Looking up at him, she gave him the benefit of her professional
smile and brightly chirped, "Yes, Mr. Perry, the doctor will be
with you in a moment. Please have a seat."
Dutch settled into a comfortable chair, and took a moment to
adjust himself aware that he was under the watchful eye of the
receptionist; and telling himself that this was what waiting
rooms were designed for, began to wait.
Dr. Lamouerux didn't keep him waiting, at exactly 9:45 the door
to her office opened and a pert young nurse whose nametag read
Cindy Rawlings called his name. Dutch got up and followed her
into the Doctor's office. After the usual initial medical
examination procedures, a woman of about 40, wearing glasses,
came in and Cindy left. Dutch appraised the doctor as she turned
away from him briefly. 'Man,' he thought, 'she's a curvaceous
little honey. Great ass and those small, but high-rising tits
straining against the tight blouse have got to be real. But I
think her legs are her best feature.' He was still devouring her
with his eyes when she interrupted his thoughts.
"Good morning Mr. Perry, I'm Doctor Sharon Lamouerux," she said,
adjusting her eyeglasses.
"I'm very pleased to meet you Doctor. Dutch Perry, please ...
call me Dutch, everyone else does."
"Fine, now ... Dutch, tell me what is the problem?"
"Doctor, I lead a . . . very active, err ... sex life and want
... or probably need to be tested for STD's on a regular basis. I
was hoping I could get all the essential testing done at one
facility, preferably this one."
"Well, yes, we can certainly help you there," she said and he
noted her voice had grown a little deeper, almost husky. "Please
remove your clothes, you can use the hangers on the door here and
I'll be back in a moment."
Dutch quickly peeled off his black T-shirt and removed his
trousers. He wore no underwear.
There was a short knock on the door and he called out, "Come in,
I'm ready."
Dr. Lamouerux entered and pulled on a pair of latex gloves before
sitting on a stool next to him. Covertly, in the way women the
world over do, she glanced at his bare chest. Studying it
intently, as if she were counting the hairs on his chest; doing
some version of a masculinity calculation known to women only.
Taking a deep breath, she began to examine his genitals. Dutch
wasn't sure, but got the impression the doctor was deciding
whether to bed him or not. Then her professionalism took over and
she began a more through examination.
"Do you have any reason to believe you've contracted any sexually
transmitted diseases?" She asked.
"No, but I am very active sexually." He took a deep breath and
said, "And one never knows."
"You're right. One never knows. Peel the foreskin back please."
He did as she asked and the doctor performed a through
examination lasting about three minutes before saying, "You look
all right, but we won't know anything for sure until the blood
work is completed, so let's get on with that aspect, shall we?"
"Anything you say, Doc."
He realized he was getting an erection and as a male nurse (his
true vocation) he knew how they were dealt with and awaited the
sharp slap that was to come. But none did. He stared at the
good-looking Doctor and discovered that she was seemingly
entranced with his cock. Her hand was poised in midair, halfway
to the tray containing the needles used for taking blood. Slowly,
just as he released his breath, Dr. Lamouerux came out of her
trance like state, reached out and began to fondle his
testicles.
"You've a lovely cock," she said, her voice laden with lust. His
cock continued to engorge. The expected slap never came. "So nice
and fat."
She continued to fondle him, lightly squeezing his bulging
member. "I see that your cock head is bullet-shaped and then
thickens beyond that. It's most interesting and most unusual. How
long is it?"
"A little over seven inches, Doc."
"Dutch, here in the office please call me Sharon if you like,"
and she gave him a Cheshire-like grin that signaled him that the
good doctor wanted to suck his cock.
"You must satisfy a lot of women," she said releasing his
pulsating member and licking her upper lip with a startling pink
tongue. Then she turned her professional demeanor back on and
said, "Well, the earliest I can get the results back will be
tomorrow afternoon. I'm sorry about that, but that's out of my
control."
Her sincerity rang true and Dutch also knowing the medical
profession, tomorrow was really pushing it. He also knew she
would be of help to him in other ways. Dutch smiled at her and
said, "Doc ... err, Sharon, tomorrow would be wonderful. Shall I
drop by and pick up the results?"
Sharon's eyes remained on his still erect dick. "Normally we call
the patient," she licked her lips again. "But since you're
anxious to find out, why not drop by say, around three?"
"Three would be great," he replied and reached out and touched
Sharon's face. "I certainly hope I'm in the clear."
She didn't pull away, but smiled at him.
"You probably are, but if not, well . . . we can certainly help
you get back on track -- at least in most instances. You can get
dressed now. Can you find your way out?"
"Sure I can. So," he said, as his eyes boldly roamed the doctor's
lithe form, "tomorrow at three."
"Three," she smiled and turned to leave the examining room. And
with a lingering look at the doctor's curvaceous rear as she
left, Dutch reached for his shorts and got dressed.
***
Dutch had already planned the rest of his evening. He'd go
directly home to his apartment, throw on a pornographic DVD;
consume a six-pack to complete a relaxing evening. If tomorrow
went as expected, he could start to play around again safely. He
envisioned the teenaged hitchhiker who had triggered his need for
a through examination, with her legs around his neck as he'd
fucked her silly in the backseat of his battered Volvo. 'Great
sex, but he knew nothing of her history and of course he hadn't
had time to buy any condoms. Of course, the next women would
require clearances before he went too far with them,' he told
himself.
Dutch approached his car and kicked the door before opening it
and slipped onto the leather interior. He smiled as he thought of
all the people in Los Angeles who puzzled over the many dents in
his "Black Beauty." Actually it was a defensive driving technique
he'd picked up in Paris several years earlier. With all the
crazed drivers in La La Land, the battered condition of his car
served to keep others away from him. This dramatically reduced
the number of road rage combatants he encountered on L.A.'s
Freeways. A more useful by-product was that the car's condition
usually created open space for maneuvering in the morning
traffic.
Pulling onto the 10 Freeway, Dutch's thoughts turned to Marilyn,
his ex.
'Ah, Marilyn," he said to himself. "What a great fuck you were.'
And his dick commenced to heat up. He recalled that she'd loved
to get dressed; if one could call going braless and without
panties dressed up; and how on arriving at a nightspot she'd wait
patiently until some stranger eyed her from across the room.
"Show -time, honey," she'd say and start crossing and uncrossing
her beautiful legs until the guy got a hardon watching her. Later
Dutch would join her in the game, running his hand under her
skirt and up her thigh.
If Marilyn thought some guy was observing them she tended to
spread her legs apart signaling him to finger her cunt. Of
course, that served to get the two of them (not counting the
voyeur) hotter than hell and they'd dance, Marilyn rubbing her
cunt against his dick until they had to bolt for the car or he
came on the dance floor. Once in a while she would masturbate
herself knowing someone was staring right at her.
Dutch chuckled as he skillfully steered around a tractor-trailer.
On several occasions they had both come on the dance floor. He
fixed on the time she was pulling at his zipper as they made for
his Volvo and she damn near tore his slacks off, ripping a long
gash in the material. He hadn't noticed it at the time, wanting
only to stick his dick in her snatch or have her wrap her lips
around his thick, meaty rod.
Another memory drifted in as he increased his speed to 20 miles
per hour over the limit. Shortly after marrying Marilyn, they
were invited to attend her ex-boyfriend's engagement party. The
guy, 'the fuck was his name?' Dutch wondered. 'Earl! That was it.
Earl, a nice enough guy whose lady already had that well
fucked-look when they'd arrived.' Twenty minutes later he'd been
urged to dance with her by Marilyn and she'd moved in tightly to
him and whispered, "Marilyn seems like such a nice girl. I really
like her." Dutch had pushed his rising boner into her and caused
her to giggle. "Yeah," he replied, "she is a very nice girl."
"Well what I don't understand," she'd said, throwing her cunt
right into his boner, "is how she let Earl get away. I mean with
his ten-inch cock and all." Dutch's surprise at her mentioning
Earl's cock size paled as her hand drifted down along his thigh
and squeezed his cock.
"We might be able to arrange a four-some some time," she'd said.
"But it would have to be after we get married." The dance ended
and they had returned to their partners.
Mechanically, Dutch turned off at his exit and mused about that
night. He'd told Marilyn of the offer and learned that good old
Earl had been groping Marilyn's cunt through her dress. It seemed
he'd also mentioned all of them getting together, only he wanted
to set it up for later that evening.
"What do you think?" Dutch had asked her.
"No fucking way!"
"Fine with me," he'd replied and said no more. That of course
prompted Marilyn to open up. "That fucking bastard has a ten inch
schlong on him."
"So I've been told."
"I never told you . . ." And it hit her. "That bitch!" She spat
out, "That two-bit whore!" Marilyn started to laugh. "Let's get
out of here. I want to suck your cock, not his."
Five minutes later, in the front seat of his Volvo she was
gobbling him down the deepest part of her throat. After he'd
blown his tubes and she'd had time to digest her mini-meal,
Marilyn had confessed that Earl, although well-endowed, didn't
use his gift properly, instead of letting the woman grow
accustomed to his length, he'd plowed right up to their cervix,
causing more pain and discomfort than pleasure.
'Marilyn, oh Marilyn, what a piece of ass you were,' he thought
as he pulled into his two-car garage. 'It's such a shame we split
up.' He resolved to give her a call in a day or so, maybe she'd
want to get laid for old time's sake.
He chuckled again. 'More than likely,' he thought.
***
The next day at 2:45, Dutch parked his pummeled Volvo in the same
space as he had the day before and strode confidently into the
reception area. The receptionist was not there and the door to
the doctor's office was slightly ajar. Silently he crossed the
room until he stood at the threshold of the door to the examining
room, listening for any sounds within. It was quiet, but then,
staining to hear the slightest sound, he heard it, a soft
rustling noise. Cautiously, he edged the door open an inch at a
time until he was able to see a quarter of the room. Nervously he
glanced over his shoulder. 'It wouldn't look right to be
discovered peeping into the doctor's office,' he told himself,
and set a mental alarm against being caught at the door. Only
when he was positive no one was about did he risk a covert look
into the examining room. He spied a woman. 'The nurse, what the
fuck was her name?' Dutch struggled to recall it. 'Candy? No ...
Cindy? Yeah, Cindy or something like that.'
Cindy had her arms around the shoulders of Doctor Sharon, hugging
her close. Both women were nude.
"Don't! Please not now, Cindy. I've got a patient coming any
minute."
"Can't stop Sharon, I'm coming . . . Right NOW!" The nurse sobbed
as she brushed her lips over the doctor's ample breasts just
before she puled away from Cindy's pursed lips.
"Hello?" Dutch called out, having backed a few feet away from the
door.
"Just a moment, Mr. Perry, Sharon called out. "I'll be right with
you." And in a soft whisper, she scolded Cindy. "Compose
yourself. Show him in and then don't disturb us, understand?"
"But . . . I . . ."
"Cindy! Do you understand?" The fury in her voice surprised
Dutch.
"Yes, Doctor. I understand fully," the nurse said, quickly
relenting. But her voice conveyed a hatred that she managed to
hide when she came out to Dutch and with a plastic smile, ushered
him into the examining room where Dr. Lamouerux was waiting.
"You're exactly on time Mr. Perry."
"I try to be punctual Doctor, especially when I know I won't be
kept waiting." He took in the grayish business suit and white
blouse she wore. 'The woman knew how to dress,' he thought.
"Thank you, you're very kind."
"Please, it's Dutch."
"And Sharon . . ."
"Of course, Sharon."
"I have the report and your work up right here."
"Anything I should be worried about?"
"Hmmm. Sit down Dutch."
He sat down in the chair, suddenly uneasy.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I should have been more specific. I meant on the
table here," she gestured with her hand and he hopped up on the
table, crinkling the paper underneath.
"Dutch, would you mind taking your penis out please?"
"Sure," he responded and opened his fly and removed his cock,
which was starting to swell. Doctor Lamouerux leaned close to him
and using two fingers pried his penis out of his trousers.
"Just as I thought," she said.
Mildly alarmed, Dutch blurted, "What is it?"
Sharon smiled at him. "You've got a perfectly beautiful cock,
with an extraordinary thick shaft."
"Well . . . I . . ."
"No, no, Mr., excuse me, Dutch, but it is exceptional and if you
don't mind, I'd like to suck it for a while."
Surprised and obviously relieved, Dutch replied, "Be my guest,
Doc . . . I mean Sharon."
But Sharon didn't hear him for she was already kissing and
licking the bullet-shaped knob of his fully engorged cock.
His cock twitched in Sharon's mouth. Gently, she eased it from
between her lips and asked, "Is it trying to tell me something
with all that twitching and jumping, Dutch?"
Deciding to get busy himself, Dutch opened the highest buttons on
her blouse and reached inside to caress her bra encased breasts.
Sharon moaned loudly and Dutch realized Cindy could hear and
probably see everything going on. 'Fuck it,' he decided after a
moment's hesitation and plopped Sharon's right tit from her bra.
It was a delightfully cone-shaped tit with a large puffy nipple
that looked exactly like a strawberry. He said nothing, but
twisted her puffed up bud, causing her to gasp with pain.
"Mmmmmm! I like it rough. Do you?" She asked as she leaned
forward and took just the huge head between her lips and
French-kissed it, swirling it round and round his knob.
It was his turn to groan, and he did, loudly enough to hear an
angry Cindy slam a drawer in the outer room. He returned his
concentration to the Doctor.
'Sharon, damn it, her name is Sharon, remember it!' He castigated
himself and then discovered her looking up at him and smiling
briefly before sliding her hand to his testicles, giving them a
gentle squeeze. It was his turn to emit the sound best described
as "Mmmmmm!"
Then she was deep-throating him once again and he saw stars as
his huge member bulged her cheeks out as it coursed down the
walls of her throat until her nose was nestled in his pubic hair.
Soft moans of pleasure issued from her clogged trachea and she
sucked for air as well as the heavily veined cock lodged firmly
in her esophagus. Finally she released him from her deep
confines, running her tongue from bulbous tip to his hairy base.
"Christ," Sharon groaned, "I love the taste of you. I love the
feel of your cock in my mouth. I could stay like this all day,
nursing your cock . . ." She licked her lips and her eyes
sparkled.
"It's kind of like an all-day sucker," she said chortling at her
lousy pun.
"And you don't see many of them these days, do you?" Dutch
couldn't help but ask.
"I see plenty of cocks, Dutch. In fact, I get to suck plenty of
them too. But you're built differently than most." She took a
long lick, ending by slurping happily on his now purplish knob.
"And I could . . ." She paused to kiss his slit that oozed
pre-cum. "suck on you all day. And what's more, I have to tell
you how impressed I am of you not having come already. You've got
great staying power."
She swallowed him deeply again, delicately cupping his balls with
one hand and reaching to tantalize his scrotum with the other.
Dutch moaned in pleasure and held her head between both hands.
Sharon dislodged his cock, pulled away and hissed crudely in his
ear. "I'm going to swallow your cock and fuck you up the ass."
"Sharon," he replied, "you're my kind of woman, 90 percent slut,
ten percent angel." Then it was his turn to grunt with pain as
her unlubricated finger finished circling his anus and suddenly
darted in to the knuckle.
"That's it BITCH! Do me now, 'cause I'm gonna rattle your bones
when my dick slams into YOUR ass hole."
Sharon removed his cock from her mouth, but continued jabbing
away at his ass, and looking directly in his eyes, said, "I love
it when you talk dirty to me," and absorbed his member again.
Dutch realized his balls were resting squarely on her chin and
marveled at Sharon's adeptness in giving head. 'Got to be the
best cocksucker I've ever met,' he told himself. Meanwhile,
Sharon added to her glowing reputation by establishing a slow
rhythm to both her anal probing and munching on his throbbing
cock.
He was enjoying her technique so much that he forgot to
concentrate and soon found himself pumping his load down her
throat before he even realized it was happening. Nonplussed,
Sharon continued her torrid sucking, swallowing his heavy load
without losing a drop. Dutch lay back and closed his eyes. She
continued sucking on him and toying with his balls until he was
erect again. Dutch was all for fucking her right then and there,
but Sharon suggested they rest a little. She got up and poured
both of them a glass of white wine.
Placing her glass on a nearby tray, Sharon turned back to him and
said, "I fuck kinda like I suck all out. Believe me you need
some rest, honey."
"What . . ." he started to say, but choked a little after
swallowing too much wine. After coughing several times and then
catching his breath, he continued. "What about your nurse, or is
she your receptionist?"
Sharon arched her eyebrow and then paused to remove her shoes
before responding. "She's an employee. She likes working here.
There won't be any problem." With that, she hiked up her skirt
and tugged down her pantyhose.
"Stop right there," he said.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. Everything's right. I just want to sniff your
pussy."
She laughed and thrust her pelvis at him. "Be my guest."
Gripping her panty-clad ass with both hands, he pressed his face
into her crotch.
"Going to eat your way in?" Sharon chided, secretly hoping he
would rip her underwear from her torso and devour her.
She understood his muffled reply well enough and became excited
enough to reach a borderline orgasm. And she shuddered again as
his teeth tore a large gash in her silken panties, taking a small
amount of pubic hair with it.
"OUCH!"
A split second later Dutch's mouth was planted firmly on her cunt
and she could feel his tongue as explored the outer folds of her
cunt.
He spoke to her, softly but clearly. "Your pussy is oozing
Doctor. A translucent fluid or maybe I should say cunt juice."
She groaned and nipped his ear.
Dutch found her opening growing ever wider as his finger moved
about. He added a second finger, then a third, smearing the
trickling wetness around her slit. Sharon threw her head back and
moaned loudly.
Dutch tore his face from her pussy and laughed. "Nothing as sexy
as the feel of a hot tongue on an even hotter cunt is there?"
"No!" She gasped, clutching his arm for support.
"What about your . . . employee?"
"I don't . . . understand?"
"Will she eat you while I'm fucking you?"
"WHAT!" Sharon yelped as if she were infuriated by his question.
In fact, it served to arouse her even more.
"You heard me," he growled and twisted his fingers inside her,
bringing on a mixed wave of pain and pleasure.
She had to catch her breath before answering. "I guess . . ." she
conceded. "I pay her salary."
"And she's done it once or twice before, hasn't she?"
"No, she has not." Trying to sound convincing enough for him to
believe her.
"Oh I didn't mean with you and another guy. I meant with you."
"You're very observant," Sharon said sarcastically.
"I was watching earlier."
"It figures."
"So, go on, call her in."
"She won't fuck you, Dutch."
"I don't care, but don't bet on it."
"Damn you!" the doctor seethed, "all right. Inwardly, Sharon
couldn't have been more pleased. This was a special fantasy of
hers and she had long given up any hope of having it fulfilled.
"Cindy?" Sharon called weakly.
"Louder," Dutch chided. "She can't hear you."
"CINDY!"
"CINDY! Would you please come in here?"
Cindy stood in the doorway, her face flushed, her starched white
uniform clinging tightly to her legs, her lacy underwear evident
beneath.
"Did you call Doctor? She fought to keep her composure even after
seeing the two of them almost naked on the office couch.
"Well, Dutch," Sharon said with a shyness that surprised him,
"how do you want us?"
Dutch shrugged and said, "Cindy why don't you lie down on the
couch here. Oh, take off your undies and hike that skirt up
around your waist."
"Fuck you Jack!" She spat out hotly.
"My name's Dutch and I want you to join us. Sharon wants to go
down on you and I'm going to fuck her while she does."
"I said; fuck you, whoever you are!"
"Cindy! Get your bony ass over here. PRONTO!"
Cindy blurted out, "Sharon! How can you do this to me?" She was
in tears and her mascara was running down her cheeks. "What we
have . . ." She said and couldn't finish. Sobs racked her lithe
frame and Sharon moved to comfort her.
"I . . . I didn't . . . I don't mean to hurt you darling. Oh,
Cin, I do love you so."
Still sobbing, but obviously deriving solace from having Sharon's
arms around her, Cindy whimpered, "You yelled at me; scolding me
as if I were a child."
Cindy's nose was running and Sharon wiped it with a tissue. Dutch
looked on from the couch.
"I love you Cindy. But you know I go both ways. And you KNOW how
I love cock, especially big cocks."
"I know, I know," she said wiping a tear away. "But I still hate
it. I hate it that you need them."
"Well now I need you as well. Will you join us? I promise he
won't touch you. I will and you can touch me, but Dutch will also
be touching me."
Sniffling, Cindy regained her composure, and relented. "So . . .
So what should I . . ."
"For the moment," Sharon said gently, "just leave everything on,
lay down on the end of the couch there."
"What if . . ." Cindy began, but Sharon interrupted her.
"Lay down. I'll do the rest baby and you'll love it. I promise."
She kissed Cindy on the mouth and led her to the couch. Cindy lay
down as instructed.
"Please get up Dutch," Sharon asked gently and he did.
"Now Cin put your leg . . . yes, up like that. Ummm, good, and
put this one on the floor. Yes, fine, now I'm going to slip my
head under your uniform, you needn't remove anything, okay?"
"All right," she said sniffling again. Then she wiped her hand
across mascara-smeared eyes and appeared to relax. Dutch thought
she resembled an extra in a vampire movie.
Sharon knelt on the couch between Cindy's spread legs and making
sure to raise her ass for Dutch's benefit, dove under Cindy's
uniform, pulled her lacy panties to the side and tickled her clit
with her nimble tongue.
"Ohhhh!" Cindy gasped, and Dutch, fully aroused, moved behind
Sharon and slapped her ass with his meaty hose while he watched
Sharon's head dancing under Cindy's uniform.
Soon Cindy was crying out incoherently, thrusting her hips up to
meet the Doctor's thrusting tongue. Taking a cue from Sharon,
Dutch pried her ass cheeks apart and slowly forced two of his
slippery fingers into her pinkish asshole. This brought a muffled
groan from Sharon. He smiled and began a slow, methodical
finger-fucking of her tight ass. Soon Sharon was squealing with
delight.
Cindy continued to writhe on the couch, her fists, initially
balled up, were now uncurled and squeezing her generous breasts.
The only sounds in the room were those of the participants
panting and the soft, squishy noises produced by tongues and
juice-lubricated fingers.
Dutch took a moment to admire Sharon's figure. Her ass was nice
and firm and she had a lush pussy covered with a light blond bush
barely exposing her jutting pink outer labia. Her legs were in
proportion to her size, which he estimated at about 5 feet 4
without heels. He was already impressed with her conical tits and
luscious strawberry puffies.
Before he started to eat her pussy, Dutch noted Sharon was now
also using her fingers on Cindy.
Using his free hand he spread her cunt open and started licking
the pink walls. Sharon shivered. Cindy moaned. And Dutch groaned
happily as he discovered Sharon's clit protruding from under its
protective hood.
Sharon shivered again and began to come. But she continued
pleasuring Cindy and soon both were in the throes of orgasmic
bliss. Dutch waited patiently for Sharon to recover then rammed
his fat cock into her gushy cunt. On his second stroke he was in
to the hilt, leaving Sharon gasping in both surprise and
pleasure.
"Jesus, that feels good!" She cried out from under Cindy's
uniform while wriggling her ass, hoping to get even more of his
cock inside her.
"Eat her out again!" Dutch ordered and Sharon quickly renewed her
sucking of Cindy's twat.
Dutch thought he could sense Sharon's fingers probing deep inside
Cindy's cunt; and then, all too soon, Sharon's ass began wildly
bucking. Dutch responded by going into jackhammer mode, slamming
his fat cock in and out, his balls slapping against her sternum
and incidentally crushing Sharon's face into Cindy's mushy cunt.
It wasn't simultaneous, but all three came quickly, first Sharon;
then Dutch; and last, but not least, Cindy.
Cindy was frosty, but friendlier as they say their good byes.
Dutch promised Sharon he would stop by later in the week for a
testosterone shot and made an appointment for an infectious
disease work up the following month. He kissed her goodbye and
made his way to the pockmarked and pitted vehicle on shaky but
confident legs.
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The Gathering
By Paris Waterman
Copyright 2002
TWO Meeting Rosa and Mom
One week later, Dutch found himself at a combination jazz/wine
festival on the beach. Eyeing the women as they walked or
sauntered past and enjoying the bossa nova sound of a Stan Getz
imitator who wasn't half-bad. His gaze followed two surfers as
they successfully rode a fairly large wave into shore.
It brought back memories of his all to brief stint in the Navy
Seals. Back in 1969 Dutch had busted his ass getting into the
Seals. He had completed three years in the Navy most of it in and
around the waters of Vietnam. His specialty was under water
demolition. When the Navy Seals recruited him he jumped at the
chance to be among the elite, but fate intervened. Just prior to
graduating from the intensive training program, he'd been given
one last assignment off the cold, wet beaches of Coronado,
California. Their team was testing some new equipment and was
diving in 75 feet of water. His partner, a kid named Rolf
Amoundson (they had become close friends, in fact, it was
Amoundson who gave Bob the nick-name Dutch as a means of
demonstrating that they were brothers.) was the first to have his
test equipment fail. Amoundson's air-valve stuck and Dutch wasted
precious seconds trying to get it operational again before his
own quit. Amoundson was already in trouble for lack of oxygen and
as Dutch struggled to bring his unconscious teammate to the
surface, he too fell victim to a lack of oxygen and passed out.
But not before he managed to jettison the heavy equipment and
sent them both hurtling to the surface. Amoundson didn't make it.
Dutch himself got the bends and nearly died.
After a long period of hospitalization, Dutch realized his dreams
of becoming a Seal would never become a reality. He became
depressed and remained so until he struck up a meaningful
conversation with a black surgeon shortly before he was due to
leave the hospital and return to duty. They had much in common,
became good friends and Dutch was motivated sufficiently enough
to become a corpsman. Because of his heroic background the Navy
was happy to provide him with the necessary training and he found
he not only enjoyed the work but was highly proficient at it.
When his hitch in the military came to an end his good friend,
Doctor Robert Ruark got him a nursing position at a busy Los
Angeles Hospital.
***
Now, on the beach as he watched a young woman walk past in a
thong bikini Dutch wondered if he should give the Doctor . . .
Sharon, that was her name, maybe give her a call. There was no
question but that he was in need of a pipe-job, or good piece of
ass.
With such thoughts lurking in his mind, Dutch followed two young,
well-proportioned girls, probably underage, but in this
environment, that was a difficult call all they were wearing were
bikinis, so who knew for sure. He continued to meander through
the crowd, sampling the mostly red wines, always following the
sipping with either a cracker or slice of cheese, or both.
Then he saw them. It was the bright colors they wore that caught
his eye. Dark reds and deep yellows, swirling around as the two
women frolicked in the surf close to the high tide wall. He
walked over and stood nearby until they ended their dance. Then
he softly applauded them. Both women smiled self-consciously,
pleased with the attention he was paying them. One appeared to be
much older, perhaps in her late fifties; the other was in her
mid-thirties.
'Mother and daughter?' He thought as he smiled and introduced
himself. Both women had big tits something to which he was
partial to himself. It was evident both women had had more than
their share of wine because as he stood in front of them their
eyes darted back and forth from his face to his groin with no
thought of concealing their interest.
The older woman's name was Sue. The reality of it was that she
was actually 63 years old, but with her dirty blonde hair and at
least size DD tits she belied her age. The younger one told him
her name was Rosa. Although she had some Mexican bloodlines in
her features, her Caucasian lineage dominated. Long black hair
fell past her shoulders and she was strikingly pretty, with
prominent breasts jutting out of her peasant blouse, like ripe
melons waiting to be picked.
Dutch's eyes roamed both their bodies and he felt himself
hardening. The two acted like girlfriends, but something just
didn't jell with Dutch and he still held onto the possibility
this was a Mother-daughter team.
They were still in the social process of making polite
conversation and getting acquainted. The usual bullshit that
people go through on first meeting. Sue had just finished telling
Dutch a dirty joke when an obviously Mexican woman, about forty,
ran up to them. She was highly excited and wanted to borrow
Rosa's pickup truck.
"But why?" Rosa asked. "We're gonna be leaving soon, ya know? So
what's the rush?"
The woman glanced at Dutch and decided to ignore his presence.
"You got the camper shell," she said running her words together.
"So?" Rosa said, growing curious.
Sue leaned her breast into Dutch's arm and he almost missed what
followed.
"Okay, okay! I met this guy!" Even with her dark complexion,
Dutch noted she was flushed and sexually excited.
"Maria," Rosa said calmly, "you're always meeting guys."
"You don't understand," she blurted, "this guy has the biggest
cock I've ever seen!"
"Oh!" Rosa gasped; her hands went to her face.
"I gotta get him to fuck me, Rosa. I just gotta!"
"That's different," Rosa said. "You can use the truck on one
condition."
"What? What?" Maria was obviously in a rush to leave, holding her
hand out for the keys.
"I go along with you. This big prick can screw both of us."
"Si! Si!" Maria shouted, gleefully and they ran off together
leaving Dutch and Sue standing there.
"Well that developed in a hurry," Sue said pressing her breast
even harder against his arm. Dutch leaned into the pressure and
asked Sue if her wine was okay, or did she need a refill.
"I'm all right," she replied.
"I'm fine just as things are myself," he said laughing at the
absurdity of the situation.
"Really?" She replied a knowing expression on her face.
"Ah, truth is I fell like I've been rejected," he said with a
smile and winked at her.
"Don't. My Rosa loves big dicks. Hell she'll run after one if she
see one on the street."
And thereby confirmed his suspicions that they were mother and
daughter.
"Gee," he said, sounding disappointed, "I'm crushed. She checked
me out too. Shit!" he laughed at himself. "You both checked me
out. And I don't think I'm so bad in that department."
Sue chuckled and said, "No, Honey, you're not." And her hand
dropped down and gave his cock a squeeze. "Definitely a keeper,"
she said, and began laughing raucously.
They took a short walk and admired the setting sun all the while
chatting and sipping their wine, Sue's breast never breaking
contact with his arm until she sighed and said, "Let's get the
fuck out of here. Those two are getting laid. If we work it right
we can too. How about a ride to my place?"
He arched his eyebrows. "Your place?"
"If I told you I own a bar, would that help?"
They were both laughing as he extended his arm to her in
exaggerated gentlemanly fashion and headed to his battered
Volvo.
***
The telephone was ringing as they walked in the door and Sue went
to answer it, pointing to the bar in the corner as she left the
room, indicating that Dutch should make them drinks. Just as he
was finishing the drinks, Sue returned. He handed her a drink and
she said, "That was Rosa. She said she and Maria met the guy and
went over to her truck. She watched him fuck Maria and then he
couldn't get it up again. Rosa was pissed. I told her to come
over and have a drink.
Dutch grinned, thinking of a juicy two-some with them, then
clinked glasses with Sue. After finishing their drinks, they got
up and danced. Sue leaned into him and his hardon pressed into
her pubes. His hands found their way into the back of her shorts
and he was playing with her bare ass when Rosa arrived. She had
had a few more drinks and was more than tipsy.
Mother and daughter enjoyed some friendly banter about Rosa being
a horny bitch. Rosa countering that "Mom" had had more pork
inside her than the local sausage company. Dutch danced once with
Rosa and enjoyed the firmness of her body against his. Then he
made another round of drinks. Rosa threw hers down and almost
made it to her bed before passing out. They helped her onto the
bed and then sat down on the edge themselves. One thing led to
another and before long "Mom" was groaning, "God, you've got a
nice fat one! Gimme a minute will ya?"
She returned to the bed and sat down. She had changed into a
royal blue teddy, but had left her stockings on. She looked just
fine to Dutch.
Mom's cunt had seen a lot of cock over the years, so Dutch was in
to the hilt in a matter of moments.
"You gonna gimme a decent fuck with that hunk of meat?" She asked
eagerly. He responded by going into high gear, fucking furiously
for several minutes until she told him to rest for a moment.
"Don't get upset, darling," she purred in his ear. "It's just
that I want you to last and I know you're ready to come right
now. So take a breather and we'll start again."
He began to protest, but Sue hefted a breast up to his mouth and
said, "Nurse on these for a while."
As he nuzzled them contentedly, it occurred to him that she might
want her tits fucked.
"Want me to tit fuck you, Sue?"
"You want too?" She said holding her pendulous tits in her hands.
"Go ahead, but promise me you'll save a couple loads for my cunt.
It's awful thirsty, ya know."
As they both laughed, Dutch positioned himself so that his thick
prick could ride the deep furrow between her huge "DD" tits. He
used his hips to glide his thick prick effortlessly in and out of
the valley as Sue clasped her tits tightly around his shaft.
Then Sue groaned, "Enough of this shit! Now fuck me where I
really need to be fucked!"
Dutch slid down and buried his face in her crotch eating her
thoroughly enough that she came several times.
"Still need that cock!" She crowed and yanked him away from her
pussy, grabbed his cock and shoved it inside her.
First he was on top. Then Sue rode his turgid prick; then they
switched to doggy style; and then he was on top again. Then he
erupted and she screamed out, "It feels like you turned a fuckin'
hose on inside me."
"Give me a minute," Dutch gasped, "and I'll fuck you again."
"You're on Jack," she cackled. "Now gimme that thing and I'll get
it hard again."
Sue took him firmly in hand and closed her mouth over the knob of
his cock. Dutch squeezed her nipples and she played with his
testicles, almost but not quite sending a finger up his ass. When
he became hard again, they resumed their fucking. This time it
lasted about 45 minutes before he came and both were completely
exhausted and lay panting on the disheveled bedding.
"So tell me about yourself," she said after a while.
"Like what?"
"Where you came from. Tell me about your parents. Is this the
first time you ever screwed a mother?"
He laughed. "Really nosey eh?"
"Face it, you really want to put it to Rosa. The only reason
you're here with me is she's away lusting after some guy with a
10-inch whang."
"Okay, okay, I will. My father was Russian, my mother Ukrainian.
Both were wartime refugees from Stalin's Russia. Because of their
proficiency in several languages they were recruited by Uncle Sam
to listen to certain radio messages and translate them into
English. Eventually, that was good enough to get them into the
States. We all got our citizenship papers the same day."
He took a long look at Sue and continued. "But you don't want to
hear about that. You want the sordid stuff."
"That's right."
"Okay, my Dad, brother, yeah I have a younger brother. And we all
have, what my Dad always called, German Sausages. The tip's of
our cock's are in the shape of a helmet that swells up and looks
kinda like a beer sausage."
"That's pretty close," Sue breathed heavily in his ear.
"Yeah, well, my fingers barely get around the damn thing. I was
always getting ragged about it as a kid. But then I learned how
to use it. Actually a couple women taught me how to please them
and . . . well, you know."
"They taught you well, bless their hearts."
"Anyway one day when I was about 15 and just got home from
school, I heard my mother yelling from her bedroom, 'Ken don't do
that,' she was yelling."
"Now Ken was my younger brother. He's maybe 14 then. So you can
see that I was pretty dumb and I didn't understand what he was
doing. So I quietly crept down the hall to Mom's bedroom, that's
where the voices were coming from. By this time my mother was
moaning and saying 'Oh yes! Don't stop! It feels so good! Just
like your Dad's. Well by god I knew what was happening now, I
just couldn't believe it."
"So what did you do about it?" Sue asked excitedly. She was
already fingering herself.
"I nudged the door open about 6 inches and looked in. What I saw
made me drop my pants and
I started to jack my cock. Then I heard her say 'Oh God you're
going to come!' And Kenny pulled out and squirted all over my
mother's tits."
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" gurgled from Sue's throat as she raced to a
climax.
Dutch ignored her. He was into the memory now and wasn't stopping
until he'd finished. His cock was fully erect as he continued.
"Now my Mom was only 5' 1", with big tits and it turned out that
I was the only one in the family that hadn't played with them."
"Didn't you have a go at her then?" Sue asked.
"No. I was too scared at the time. But I was patient and waited
and watched daily for my next opportunity. It took about a month.
This time I waited for Kenny to leave the bedroom. He left to
join his friends and I moved inside. My mother was sleeping. Her
legs were spread and I could see Kenny's come seeping out of her.
I took my pants off and climbed on the bed, waking her up.
'Get out of here,' she huffed, but I could tell she didn't mean
it. 'You shouldn't do this,' she wailed, but clasped her arms
around me pulling me in. 'Okay, put it in,' she cried and helped
me insert my dick into her pussy."
"Moments later, just about the point where I was finally in her,
she drove her heels into my ass and shouted, 'Fuck me! Don't stop
fucking me until I come!' The funny thing is that she was already
coming."
"Wow! Some story."
"I wasn't finished. After all, I was only 15 and at that age I
had a perpetual hardon. I fucked her again and again until she
was begging me to stop."
Dutch scratched his face and smiled at Sue.
"A couple years later my mother said I should keep my new bride,
(that would be my ex- wife) very happy with my cock. She said,
'You, your Dad and brother all have this unusual shape to your
dick that drive a woman crazy for more.' So far it seems she was
right."
"So," Sue asked, "You're not married?"
"No. I was divorced about 4 years ago."
"Incompatible?"
"Maybe. The thing was . . . we were great in the sack, I mean it
was torrid. But she also wanted to fuck everything in sight and
when she caught the clap and passed it to me . . . well, I got
pissed and stopped sleeping with her. To my surprise, she got a
lawyer and sued me for divorce. I didn't contest it because she
asked for nothing. I'd still fuck her . . . if she's clean. I
mean I think she is these days, I don't know for sure. I probably
shouldn't even mention this, but I've been seeing this doctor.
She's a hot piece of ass herself, and, well . . . she tests me
every month and I think that's great. If my ex allows her to
check her out too . . . well, we'd be fucking as soon as the
results came in."
"Do you want to fuck again?" he asked.
A cunning light glimmered in Sue's eyes before she answered. "No
thanks, I've had enough for one day. It was great though. Now I
gotta get some sleep."
***
The air-conditioner in Rosa's bedroom was too old to beat the
relentless buildup of the day's heat. The small room was warm and
muggy. A thin trickle of perspiration started at Rosa's throat
and trickled sexily down between her large, firm breasts. She
shivered slightly in pleasure and came fully awake. The heat
didn't bother her much -- in fact, she rather enjoyed the tacky
after sex feeling it gave her skin. As another rivulet of sweat
navigated its way through her cleavage, she became aroused. It
seemed to her that her breasts were heavier, then her nipples
hardened. Other droplets of sweat started in the small of her
back and coasted through the hollowed channel of her spine to her
rear, inveigling their way into the cleft between her ass,
ultimately caressing her puckered anus.
A queasy, wet warmth flared up in her crotch. She realized she
was taking shorter breaths -- almost gasping for air.
Unconsciously, her sensuous lips parted, and her nostrils flared.
The sensations spread slowly through her body and she savored
them each in turn. Her cunt had moistened considerably and she
felt the first, delicious beads seeping from her cunt and onto
her thigh. Slowly she parted her legs, then pushed them together,
rubbing her thighs gently with soft smooth, nervous fingers.
Without quite being conscious of it, she flicked open the top two
buttons of her tight white blouse and realized she must have gone
to sleep with her clothes on.
'Oh, yeah,' she thought, 'I had a little too much wine last night
. . .' She shuddered slightly and forced herself to open her
eyes. "It's still dark out, that's strange?" She said
questioningly as the hunger continued to gnaw at her. Rosa knew
she needed a man. Worse, she needed a good fuck. That prick Maria
found had left her in a highly aroused state and the itch was
still there waiting to be scratched. Quietly cursing her fate she
got up and went to the bathroom to pee. She wiped herself and
flushed and as she returned to her room, she saw him.
A lust filled excitement stabbed her deep in her belly. She
moistened her lips, staring down at the man who lay next to her
mother, oblivious to her gaze. She watched his body move, and
shoved her fingers between her lips to stifle a moan as his
muscles rippled like snakes under his tightly drawn skin. He was
nude and Rosa glanced heavenward in thanks for this magnificent
gift that had befallen her. She drew in her breath and slowly
exhaled while imagining what his hard, callused hands would feel
like on her breasts. Her own hand moved between her legs and she
started to masturbate, closing her eyes and thinking of his
tongue, his thick, heavy tongue exploring her mouth and then her
cunt. She had two fingers frigging furiously now, as he rolled
over she saw his member for the first time. It was flaccid and at
peace; but she knew instinctively it would be long and thick; and
would last for a long time as he invaded her mouth, fucked her
tits, plundered her cunt and, perhaps even, ravaged her ass.
Rosa's body trembled with lust. Then shook with momentary terror
as his eyes opened and he saw her standing beside him.
"Hello," he said his voice dry with wine and sleep. "Suck my
cock," why don't you?" he grinned coming completely awake.
"Wha . . . what?" Rosa stammered. Glancing at her mother lying
naked next to him, deep in the throes of her own well fucked
dreams, then at her hand still lodged between her legs.
"Gimme some head, sweetheart!" He said authoritatively.
Rosa couldn't breathe. She slipped to her knees before him. He
sat on the edge of the bed, head bent, watching her. She reached
up and with trembling fingers and took hold of him and gave him a
tentative lick. Rosa moaned softly. His cock was huge, bigger
than she had dared hope for. At least eight inches long and over
three inches thick, larger than almost any cock she'd ever seen.
She cupped his balls as she explored him, a rush of pleasure
coursing through her blood stream. She found them silky soft, yet
heavy and oh so firm. Her hands moved up his strong, muscular
thighs to his groin. Still fondling his balls, Rosa tried to
encircle his cock, but failed, it was too thick.
Moaning with passion, Rosa pushed her face into his crotch and
snuggled into the tufted shadow of his pubic hair. With a deft
flick, she pulled back his foreskin. The head of his prick was
helmet shaped, bright pink and still moist from fucking her
mother. Rosa, smelling her mother on him, whimpered and with her
eyes half-closed and her lips parted, caressed her face wantonly
with his beautiful penis, jerking it deftly with both hands. The
man waited. She couldn't recall his name and licking her full
lower lip didn't care.
His loins flickered with arousal. His prick quivered and began to
grow slowly longer and thicker.
"C'mon! Suck it!" he demanded, but kept his voice low. "Suck my
cock, bitch!"
Rosa moaned at the rough, sexy words. Her lips parted and her
tongue slipped out and swirled over his knobby helmet. Dutch
grunted his belly rippled with pleasure. Rosa swept her tongue
over his silky tip again, and yet again and then, opening her
mouth wide, took him deep in her mouth and began to suck it, and
still using both hands, continued to jerk him off. Dutch grunted
loudly, his head arched back. His hand fell to her head and he
began moving it to and fro to suit his pleasure as he pumped his
hips back and forth, fucking her face. His cock grew and grew --
its sheer size distended her face, bloated her cheeks. He
loosened his grip on her head a little and groaned, "Yeah! Mmmmm,
fuck yeah! Yeah, that's good! Oh you slut . . . that's it! Suck
it! Ahhh, keep sucking it you little whore!"
And with the torrent of abuse heaped upon her, serving to ignite
her arousal, Rosa responded by sucking harder and faster.
"Ahhhhh! Fuck yeah!"
Rosa took him from her mouth and asked, "Like it huh?"
"Don't dare stop you whore!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! That's it! Suck it you cunt!" he muttered and
fucked her mouth unhurriedly.
Rosa's head rocked back and forth on his shaft. The musky taste
and odor of his cock had her head swimming. Her hunger mounted
and she swallowed the saliva that had built up in her throat then
sucked even harder and faster, moaning and whimpering deep in her
cock-filled throat.
Dutch marveled at how wonderfully warm and moist her mouth was;
and the ingenious way that she was using her tongue was taking
his breath away.
"Suck it!" he grunted. "Suck my big prick!"
Rosa loved rough language and moaned, then laved her tongue over
the underside of his bullet shaped knob. Then she yanked him
viciously from her jaw and rubbed his thick prick all over her
face. He retaliated by ripping the blouse from her body and
seizing her breast in his large hand and squeezing it. It felt so
exhilarating that Rosa had a mini-orgasm and stopped moving for a
moment.
When he became hard again, the resumed their fucking. This time
it lasted about 45 minutes before he came and both were
completely exhausted and lay panting on the disheveled bedding.
Then she reacted by forcing his prick into her cleavage and
clamping her large breasts around it. Dutch immediately began to
hump her chest and Rosa, in turn, whimpered her pleasure.
After a minute or so, he pushed her head down and she recaptured
his prick with her mouth sucking it hungrily. Dutch fondled her
distended nipples while fucking her face as Rosa's head rocked
back and forth.
Sue was now awake and watching avidly as her daughter fellated
the man who only hours before had ridden her to ecstasy. She
found her cunt still filled with his come and stirred it gingerly
with several fingers. She wanted this to last for she knew he was
a stayer and that her daughter had not yet been properly fucked.
Finally, Dutch pulled Rosa
off his magnificent member, threw several pillows from the bed to
the floor and motioned for Rosa to get on her back. She hoisted
her skirt up around her waist and spread her legs lifting and
bending her knees, and using her fingers, opened herself to him.
He slipped a pillow under her head and another under her ass and
threw the third aside when she called to him in a husky but shaky
voice.
"Put that monster in me!"
Dutch leaned forward and kissed her hard, surprising her. In
Rosa's experience at this point most men wouldn't have bothered.
She responded by arching her back and caressed his head and face
and sucked avidly on his tongue.
He moaned as she inserted his huge prick into her gaping hole. He
flexed his ass muscles, then savagely thrust into her in one
smooth, piercing stroke; surging inexorably deeper and deeper,
carving his way to her center.
Rosa wheezed the air had rushed from her lungs as he hammered
into her. Her back was bowed trying to capture even more of his
seemingly vibrant shaft. Her groin meshed against his, her lungs
were screaming for air but she was terrified of breathing and
almost passed out. Would have blacked out except that Dutch
smacked her on the ass so hard the shock forced her to capture
the needed oxygen she required.
Now, with her breath hissing in his ear, she entwined her legs
around his waist and her mouth lolled open, drooling spittle as
her cunt convulsed in a hapless frenzy on his throbbing prick.
Rosa's mother had long ago reached into a dresser drawer and
extracted a huge double ended dildo and was savaging her creaming
cunt with it as she watched them copulating on the floor directly
in front of her.
Incoherent sounds streamed from Rosa's throat as her fingers
tightened on his bulging biceps.
"Like it whore?" He gasped continuing to ram his prick against
her cervix.
"My God! My God! My God!" She stammered. His cock felt like a
white-hot iron poker as it seared the walls of her vagina.
Dutch's buttocks flexed and with his chest heaving, he buried his
prick deep in her cunt as he tried to fight off the roiling fires
within. Rosa drew her feet up the backs of his legs, heaving her
cunt against his cock.
"Yes, baby! Yes!"
"I can't hear you!" He shouted.
Fuck me!" Rosa screamed, "God its soooo good! Fuck me, lover!
Fuck me hard!"
"Who are you, baby?" He taunted.
"Your whore! I'm you're whore! Come on baby, fuck your whore!"
Dutch grunted and began fucking her harder, using deep, skewering
thrusts, plunging deeply in and out of her cunt, his hips
snapping sharply with each thrust.
The mother, kneeling on the edge of the bed looking down in
fascination as he slut-fucked her daughter. Her eyes sharply
focused on his ass as it bobbed up and down over Rosa's writhing
thighs as she tried unsuccessfully to move in unison with him.
Slowly nudged the other end of her dildo against her asshole.
Dutch moved faster still, using crushing, ramming thrusts,
reaming deep into her, each thudding lunge drawing a choking,
broken sob of pure joy from Rosa's throat.
"Oh My God! Ahhhhhhhh! Oh . . . Oh my . . . God! Ohhhhh!"
Sue's mouth hung open and let the dildo fall from her hands to
the floor next to the rutting couple
As she noted the glistening of his fat prick as it surged back
and forth into Rosa's gaping hole.
Rosa's dusky-skinned body jerked and lurched on the floor under
his thrusting. Her large tits flounced and jiggled furiously as
she began to come.
"Oh My God! "Oh My God! "Oh My God!" She screamed as if a mantra.
Rosa's hips were contorted, heaving sinuously, writhing
frantically under him, her body arching and bowing in a frenzy of
joy.
Dutch looked up and saw the mother on the bed above him fisting
herself up to the wrist.
"Hi Mom!" He gasped as he too began to come as Rosa's cunt
spasmed on his prick. He flung his head back and screamed.
"YEAH! YEAH! CHRIST, YEEESSSSS!"
Calling upon all his reserve energies he continued plowing his
fat prick into Rosa even as his jizm sloshed and gurgled from her
frothy cunt portals, washing over her thighs and oozing onto
their belly's. Rosa continued to cry out ecstatically, even as
her orgasms waned and whimpered when Dutch came to a halt, but
left his cock inside her. Then as he grasped her head and brought
her face close to his Sue stepped off the bed and tugged his limp
prick from her daughter's cunt and began to suck him. Dutch never
even felt her blowing him. He was enthralled with Rosa's tongue
as it glided around the roof of his mouth, over his teeth and
gums and finally flickered against his own tongue.
When the kiss ended he was surprised to discover Rosa crying.
"Hey," he said trying to make her feel better. "I didn't mean
those things I said." She sniffled and before responding noticed
her mother sucking on his limp cock.
"Mother!" She called out, and shoved her away from him. "Leave
him alone!" Then she managed a wan smile and added, "At least for
now."
"Oh, " she turned back to Dutch, "I wasn't crying because of
those words, shit, I loved hearing them, especially at the time.
No. No these are tears of joy. You were fantastic. Your cock is
fantastic. Your mouth is fantastic."
"Know any other words besides fantastic?" He teased.
"Bastard!" She laughed.
"That's better, for a minute I wondered about the extent of your
vocabulary."
"Ain't he some fuck, honey?" Sue asked.
"He's fan . . . I mean he's pretty fucking good, yeah."
She smiled into his eyes. "Now, if I only knew your name."
"It's Dutch, and don't ever forget it Rosa." He smiled back at
her, pleased that he'd recalled her name. Their eyes were locked
on each other.
"No chance of that," Rose whispered.
"Mom," Dutch asked, "How 'bout making us something to eat?
Breakfast maybe?"
Pleased with his familiarity and with the way he was handling the
situation, after all not many men can cope with two horny women,
much less keep them happy, she strutted off to the kitchen,
making sure to shake her ass all the way. Dutch took all this
in.
"After we eat," he said quietly to the sated woman lying beside
him, "I want to fuck you up the ass. Is that a problem?"
"No. I like it up the ass. But I am concerned about your size.
You could rip me up pretty badly if you don't do it right."
"We'll lube you up with butter or something."
She arched an eyebrow, "Why not use the jelly in the drawer next
to you?"
"Going high tech on me are you?" He said reaching for the drawer
and taking the tube out.
Rosa giggled. "Hey, it's my ass."
"So it is. Ooops, here's the food!'
Mom proudly laid out a large tray and they sat on the floor
eating as if famished, scrambled eggs, bacon, coffee and corn
bread. Twenty minutes later, Mom picked up the dishes and cups
and piling them on the tray, left the room, calling over her
shoulder, "It's okay if you start without me. I'm still jingling
from earlier this evening." Then cackling with laughter, she shut
the door behind her.
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The Gathering and It's Aftermath
By Paris Waterman
Copyright 2002
Three Dutch & Robert & Alice
Later that day Dutch returned home. After he showered, he sat
down opened a cold beer and thought about what had happened to
him. 'Rosa . . . I definitely like Rosa. She's not like so many
of the others,' he told himself. 'In fact,' he thought, 'I want
to fuck her again and soon. Just thinking about her ass and tits
is getting me hard.' He smiled recalling some of the previous
night's highlights. Then her Mother came to mind and he laughed
aloud. 'Hey,' he thought, 'she wasn't bad either. Big tits and
she sure knew how to get a man off all right.'
He realized he'd finished his beer, crushed the can in his right
fist, got up put it in the trash bin and got himself another. As
he popped the top, he wondered, 'Am I getting ready to settle
down again? Marilyn was a fine piece of ass, but a little crazy,
always was crazy, but in a nice sort of way. Except for the
boozing. She was almost perfect sober, but when she was drinking
she tended to get a little nasty . . . and then there was also
the whoring around with God knows who? He certainly wasn't headed
back to her, but Rosa? What did he know about her? She had a
sense of humor. Sure she'd run off after the guy with the
ten-inch dick. But she came back and admitted the whole thing was
a fiasco. She had a nice laugh and hard body. And he felt
comfortable around her. She had no pretensions evident about her.
But did he really want a serious relationship?' He shrugged and
grunted, and tried to get comfortable in his chair.
'What the hell am I doing?' He asked himself. 'We met yesterday
and here I am thinking long term. Fuck me! I've got to know
someone before I even consider these things. Besides, there's the
doctor. Now the doctor . . . Sharon, yeah, Sharon, sucks a mean
cock, keeps herself nice and clean. Goes both ways and THAT
certainly opens the door of oppor-fuckin'-tunity for fun and
games.' And so, Dutch put off calling Rosa that day; and when his
best friend, Robert called the following afternoon, he was all
ears and erection.
"Hi, its me." The voice on the phone was a mellow baritone.
"Hi Robert. How's my favorite black movie star?" Dutch smiled and
adjusted his crotch.
Robert laughed. "Movie star, my ass," he said still chuckling.
"Listen, Alice is in the mood for a threesome and I wondered if
you were interested in helping us with her little fantasy?"
"Sure. Where and when?" Dutch said looking down at his blossoming
erection. " It seems I've already started without the two of
you."
Both of them were laughing as Robert said, "Well we thought it
might be nice to have dinner first and then go back to the
house."
"Wonderful. As I said before, when and where?"
"Oh, I'm sorry Dutch, my dick is speaking for me tonight . . ."
The phone changed hands and Dutch heard a sexy, feminine voice
breathing fast, "Get your bony white ass over here, Dutch. I
crave your fat cock and I crave it now!"
Dutch laughed again and replied, "I accept your kind offer, but
Robert invited me to dinner first."
She laughed raucously, "You are dinner, sweetheart," then
followed with, "Of course, Romenelli's at seven?"
"I'll be there on time my lovely black bitch. Still like to have
your ass stuffed?"
"By both your cocks," she said and broke off giggling.
Robert was back on the line, firming up the arrangements and then
hung up. Dutch gave his cock a gentle smack and went to take a
shower.
***
Dutch was sitting nursing a gin martini at an unobtrusive table
in Romenelli's at ten to seven when the black couple arrived.
Alice was wearing a short, provocatively low cut, black dress
with sheer, black nylons and sexy high heels. Her beautiful
breasts, framed by the extreme dcollet of her dress, swelled
enticingly with each intake of her breath.
"So, how do I look?" Alice asked as she sat down very close to
Dutch's right. He inhaled her sensuous fragrance and thought of
her with his cock deep in her throat.
"You look good enough to eat," he smiled. "In fact, let's just
get the hell out of here. I'll start with a thigh, what'll you
have Robert?"
Robert and Alice both laughed. They had heard this line before.
They ate quickly and skipped dessert. They also went light with
the drinks, Dutch had a second and Robert also had two, but Alice
nursed her gin and tonic the entire evening.
They agreed to leave together in Robert's Lincoln, with Alice
teasing Dutch about his battered Volvo.
"Do you still beat it with a stick?" she giggled.
"Damn right!"
"And kick it?"
"That too."
"He treats his car like he treats his women," Robert offered and
was surprised when both Alice and Dutch objected.
"Like hell I do!"
"He doesn't!" Alice pouted. He treats his women . . .' and she
smiled broadly at the two of them, "very well. Very well
indeed."
***
On reaching the Ruark's exclusive home, Dutch made for the large
sofa and Robert went to fix them all drinks. Alice stood directly
in front of Dutch, one leg provocatively thrust out through the
slit in her black dress. Dutch slowly got to his feet, put an arm
around her and drew her close. He saw her eyes smoldering, daring
him to make the first move. He kissed her, knowing Robert was
watching in the mirror. He dipped his left hand down into Alice's
dress and fondled her breast. Then she was brushing her mound
against his erection, moaning with increasing excitement.
"Hey, hey," Robert said softly. "Here are the drinks. I suggest
we try them before, err, moving on to other things.
The three of them sat down on the sofa with Alice in the middle.
"Dutch you should be in the middle," she laughed.
"Why?"
"Then we'd have a genuine Oreo sandwich." Everyone laughed at her
joke and no one was offended.
A moment later, Robert took her in his arms and kissed her
firmly. Alice was losing herself in his embrace until Dutch's
hand gripped her knee. She went rigid with anticipation; and when
her husband reached into her dress and began massaging the same
breast Dutch had earlier, she moaned into his mouth. By the time
the kiss ended, her left breast was totally exposed and the other
was being urged out by Dutch's questing hand. The men took turns
kissing Alice. Each one, however, made sure they spent time
rubbing and caressing her well-shaped breasts and teasing her
nipples to full size. Alice was active as well, holding each one
by their as yet unexposed cocks.
As soon as the kissing ended, a breathless Alice suggested they
retire to the bedroom; and rising pulled both men along by their
schlongs.
As they stripped, Dutch looked around the room. It was lavishly
furnished as might be expected since Robert was a prominent
surgeon and Alice a very respected defense attorney. Alice lay
down in the center of the king-sized bed and indicated that Dutch
should take her left side. Robert joined them, taking his place
on the right.
"So, Dutch . . ." Alice said as she trailed a finger around his
nipple. "Getting any lately?"
"As a matter of fact I am." He said grinning at her and placing
his hand on the thin wisp of pubic hair Alice carefully
maintained.
"Do tell." This was Robert, always curious about Dutch's love
life.
"Let's see . . . okay there's this doctor . . ."
"Do we know her?" Alice inquired.
"I don't know. Her name is Sharon Lamouerux. Do you know her?"
"No, I don't. At least I don't think so. Where's she work out
of?"
"Oh, the Blood Work Center downtown Los Angeles."
Robert grinned at him. "And what were you doing there?"
Alice was slowly squeezing both cocks, languidly jerking them
off. Dutch's middle finger was easing in and out of her very wet
folds.
"I'd heard something about her from a friend."
"Really?" Alice put in, "What?"
'First I had her test me for . . . well, the standard STD stuff.
I knew I was okay there, but I had to begin somewhere." He
laughed, thinking about what had happened in her office. "Anyway,
she developed a fondness for my dick. It was almost love at first
sight."
"A lot of women do that, especially with a guy has a cock like
yours." Alice said.
"Umm, but what I asked her for and got . . . and will keep
getting, is a testosterone shot every month."
"Oh, ho," Alice laughed, "going for the big time."
"Nah! I just want to be able to keep up with you two."
"My man!" Robert said, and they high-fived across Alice's ebony
form.
"So Dutch, tell us, what the hell happened?" Alice asked, unable
to contain herself.
"She blew me and I threw a fuck into her. She was very good, by
the way. And she promised to have my test results ready the next
day, and she did."
"Does she go both ways?" Alice asked, squirming under Dutch's
questing fingers.
"As a matter-of-fact, she does. I caught her and her receptionist
going at it, and later on as I was fucking the nice doctor, I had
her call her friend in."
Robert roared with laughter. "You didn't! Did you?"
"Would I lie to you?"
They were all laughing now. "But," Dutch said, "its true. I had
her on the verge of coming and stopped to ask her to call her
friend in."
"So?"
"She did. Her friend was pissed, but lay down and let the doctor
eat her while I slammed the doctor doggy-style."
"Dutch," Robert said, "you're a piece of work."
"That's not all."
"What? What else did you have them do?"
"Not them. I met two others. A mother and daughter."
"No!"
"Yup. I was ready to move on the daughter, a very nice body, by
the way, when her girlfriend pops up yelling, 'I gotta borrow
your pickup. Met a guy with a ten incher and we need it to . .
."
"Damn, Dutch," Robert laughed, "you are too much!"
"Oh, I don't know," Dutch continued, "Well, she takes off with
the other girl leaving me with her Mom."
Alice and Robert are shaking with glee at this news. Dutch laughs
with them, although he hadn't considered the situation funny at
the time, or even afterward.
"So, I take Mom home and of course we were going at it in no time
at all. She was pretty good too, knew a lot of tricks."
"You dog, you!" Robert smiled, obviously pleased with Dutch's
recounting of his sexual adventures.
"Keep talking," Alice keened, and kissed the very tip of her
husband's abundant cockhead.
"Mmmmm, Alice, you're still the greatest," he moaned and placed
his hand on her head urging her further down on him. She wrested
herself free and gave Dutch's member a slurp.
"Talk," she said again, and her long tongue snaking it way around
his saliva covered knob.
"Mmmmm, well I was sleeping when Rosa, that's the daughter's
name, returned to her Mother's. It turned out she never made it
with the big-dicked stud."
Alice suddenly took about four inches of his cock and sucked
feverously on him. All he could manage was a soft groan of
pleasure while out of the corner of his eye he noticed Robert
moving between her legs.
Dutch groaned, but managed to say, "And damned if she wasn't
horny enough to start playing with my cock while I was
sleeping."
"But then you woke up and realized you weren't dreaming," Robert
said, his voice only partially muffled by Alice's thighs.
"Yeah," Dutch smiled recalling the incident. I got off the bed
and joined her on the floor. We must have fucked like rabbits,
because the next thing I know, her mother is on the edge of the
bed fisting herself. I tell ya, it was a fantastic night."
"Are you going to see her again?" Alice asked.
"I think so. I really got a kick out of her. I definitely want
another go-round with her."
"Is she bi?" Alice asked.
"I don't know. Maybe, maybe not."
Alice suddenly dropped Dutch's prick, but continued caressing his
testicles with her free hand. Her other hand was touching her
clit as Robert tongued her to what was about to become her first
climax.
"JESUS! I LOVE IT!" Alice yelled as she came.
"THIS IS FANTASTIC! Two mouths . . . four hands . . . and two
great cocks to fill me!"
Her comments spurred both men into further action. Dutch was
drawing hard on her left breast while mauling her right. Robert
continued eating her, but was now paying special attention to her
clit. For her part, Alice proved to have the moves of a
contortionist, worming her body so that she was capable of taking
Robert's huge black appendage between her lips, while stroking
Dutch's full-blown erection.
All three were breathing hard when Robert called out, "Okay,
Dutch, your turn. The two men switched positions and Alice
resumed her earlier blowjob on Dutch. Robert took the opportunity
to lay back and study his wife in the throes of her second climax
under Dutch's gifted tongue. Finally Alice pulled herself away
from Dutch and flopped back on the king-sized bed, holding her
legs wide apart.
Both men looked her center. Dutch thought her cunt appeared to be
yawning, as it lay open exposing a great deal of Alice's inner
folds and the copious juice flowing from her orgasm.
"Enough rest for the wicked," Dutch laughed and went down on her,
burying his face in her cunt.
Alice screamed with pleasure and surprise as he sucked hard on
her cuntal folds and swallowed her gushing juices. Gradually, he
applied two, then three fingers to her pussy, concentrating on
her clit. Robert looked on with interest, slowly stoking himself,
but insuring he didn't come. Finally Dutch hoisted her legs up
over his arms and sank his bloated prick into her yawing cunt.
"YES!" She yelled.
"YES! Oh, yes! Give it to me!"
It occurred to Dutch that Alice seemed incredibly tight and he
made a mental note to ask how she'd accomplished it. He
remembered her as loose and liquid, still he moved his hips in
time with her thrusts, working his thick cock deeper into her.
Alice moaned, "Oh, yeah, you are so goddamn fat . . . oh, please,
please . . . go nice and slow, baby."
Half full with his cock, she raised her legs and wrapped them
around his waist. Growling with passion, she dug clawed fingers
into his shoulder and felt his cock swell still more inside her.
She locked her legs and lifted partway up to wet his girth with
her tightness. She repeated this twice, lubricating the brawny
lust that he fed into her. Then he was further down. Then down
all the way. Down until her insides moved, and he knew he'd
touched her cervix.
"OH, MOTHERFUCKER!" Alice screamed. "I'M COMING! I'M COMING!"
"I'm almost there too," Dutch croaked.
"OH YES, OH YES! JUST LIKE I REMEMBER IT! YOU'RE SO FUCKING GOOD.
LOVERMAN, SOOOO GOOD!"
Dutch picked up his tempo, stroking in and out hitting her cervix
each time. On the out stroke he glanced down and saw his prick
glistening with their juices and feeling himself readying to
explode, decided to bring them both off together. Reached between
his legs, he found her clit and rubbed it on the in stroke. Alice
entered her climax. Dutch began spurting his load into her pussy
and Alice went crazy as she raced through multiple orgasms while
Dutch kissed her passionately until completely spent. Alice
collapsed and rolled away from both men.
"You've still got it I see," Robert offered drolly.
"Yeah," Dutch panted, "thanks,"
"COME HERE BITCH!" Robert said tersely, grabbing her shoulder and
turning her back toward both men.
"Ohhhhh!" She moaned, still tingling from her climaxes, but
entranced by the idea of having two men fuck her ass.
"I'm going to put it up your little black ass this time, baby,"
he said, but his tone was not threatening at all. Indeed, Dutch
knew well that Alice loved to have her ass fucked.
Robert took her face in both hands and kissed her tenderly. Alice
would have none of it. With a violence that caught everyone off
guard, she ground his mouth with her own, moved one hand up to
the back of his head and crushed his face hard against hers. Her
tongue forced its way past his teeth and arched over the surface
of his tongue, moving from side to side in strong ardent sweeps,
dove deep into the warmth of his mouth, then deeper still.
Breaking the kiss, Robert gasped for breath. Alice remained in
place, eyes smoldering with renewed hunger. Whatever it took,
Dutch thought, he and Robert were going to satisfy her cravings.
"Alice," said Robert, panting heavily, "wipe the cum from your
pussy and lube up your asshole.
"Oh, yeah! Gonna do me good huh? Both of you?" Her hand shook as
she applied the lubricant to her rear end.
"Uh huh," Robert replied applying some lubricant to his long
black cock, then easily entered her rear hole.
Dutch watched, still amazed by the ease with which Alice
accommodated Robert's cock in her backside with little or no
discomfort. Robert began moving faster; each stroke found him
slamming his thick, lengthy dick further into her. Alice had
braced herself, her face buried in a pillow, clutching the
headboard for stability, all the while mewing with pleasure.
Robert turned to Dutch. "Her ass is starting to resemble her
mouth, Dutch. Jesus, it's sucking me as hard as her lips do. What
a great feeling." He turned away from his friend and concentrated
on ravaging Alice's light brown ass. A few minutes later he
turned back to Dutch and said, "You want a turn now?"
Dutch nodded and spat into his hand then rubbed the saliva onto
his prick, hoping to add to the lubrication left there from
Robert's penetration. Placing his meaty cockhead against her
already seeping asshole, he shoved his prick into her loosened
anal ring. After the head popped through her sphincter, momentum
carried him forward and he buried about half his fat prick on the
first thrust.
It was no surprise to anyone when Dutch soon had his whole length
sheathed in her clenching ass.
"Oh! That feels so fucking good!" Alice groaned, "COME ON, FUCK
MY ASS!"
He increased his pace, fucking her rigorously.
"HARDER! COME ON, YOU BASTARD, HARDER!"
Dutch knew she was coming. His thighs were soaked and slippery
with her juices.
"Ugh! Ugh! Yeah!" Alice grunted rolling her rear in delight.
Dutch called over to his friend, "Got the dildo handy?"
Reaching under the pillow, Robert offered a ten-inch, shiny black
dildo to Dutch. "No! Dutch grunted. "I'm pulling out. Stick it up
her ass while I recuperate for a minute." And Dutch eased his
cock from Alice's ass, much to her dismay.
"The fuck?" She whined at the loss.
Robert filled her anus with the long black toy.
"OH! OH! OH! YES!"
Dutch cleaned his member carefully and then held it out for Alice
to see. Her eyes were glazed with lust and wanton hunger. Her
mouth hung open and it took her a moment before she comprehended
just what was in front of her.
"Want it . . ." she moaned, her voice slurred with desire. Robert
laughed and Dutch glanced curiously at him. He was stroking his
dark member back up.
Dutch changed tact. Grabbing Alice by the back of her neck he
urged her to his mouth and they melted into a prolonged tongue
kiss. Alice moaned throughout the kiss. The dildo hung tenuously
from her ass, until Alice farted and caused it to drop to the
sheet beside her. Dutch, the only one aware of what had happened,
started to rub the cheeks of her ass.
"Ready for a doubleheader Alice? He asked gently.
"Yeah, sure. Doubleheader?" She asked not comprehending, totally
immersed in her insatiable lust.
"Both of us at once," Robert said smoothly, holding his cock out
for her inspection. "Like old times."
And Dutch recalled that memorable night several years earlier.