The Weekend Guest & My Initiation 
 
By Jody
 
I have been dating the same guy for three years.  I love him... Anthony... more than I can express with words.  But sometimes I feel like we need something a little out of the ordinary to keep things spicy!  

I mentioned to him one day that I had had a 'rape' fantasy.  Not where I was in any threat of physical danger, and not truly raped... but "a little forced by the one I love!"  (PLEASE, I am NOT condoning rape!!!!) 
 
Recently, Anthony didn't seem to be particularly appreciative of me.  I felt a little taken for granted.  Anthony had been spending all day and night on homework, etc..... 
 
He invited an old friend, who I had never met, up for the weekend.  Anthony knew Martin in high school.  I was a little nervous, because I had heard that Martin was a little critical, to say the least!! 
 
Friday came, and I met Martin.  He was very good looking, in a blonde way....  And seemingly very aggressive.  He looked me up and down like hamburger in the meat aisle (sorry for the analogy!!!)  Then he and Anthony took off to the local bars.  I was feeling very sorry for myself, and decided to make Anthony take a little notice. 
 
When they came home, I was wearing a short mini skirt and a guinea tee without benefit of a bra, I wore a sweatshirt over the tee shirt though.  I didn't want to be too obvious!!!  I wasn't wearing any underwear, and when I sat down on the end of the couch facing Martin, next to Anthony, I spread my legs just a little bit... so Martin could see my wet pussy.  He looked immediately...and Anthony, not knowing why I was being stared at, decided to ignore Martin's apparent interest.  

I asked Anthony to start a fire, and I went and made us some drinks, cheese and crackers.  We all sat down to enjoy our rented movie.  When it started getting warm... thanks to the fireplace... I started to take off my sweatshirt.  My nipples were hard and begging to be sucked.  Anthony looked a little surprised... and Martin looked like he was gaining a huge erection.  I bent over to give Anthony a kiss, and thus showed Martin a very curvy and delicious view.  

I offered to freshen up our drinks, and went to the kitchen.  Martin followed me, seemingly to help me.  As soon as we got to the kitchen, Martin said to me, "why are you showing off your gorgeous tits and ass??  Trying to make Anthony jealous?  I don't care... I am enjoying the play."  He pulled me up next to him and pressed me into his hips so I could feel his hard-on.  He lifted me onto the edge of the sink and told me he wanted to see what my tits looked like when the were wet.
 
Making use of the dish washing spray hose...  he sprayed freezing water cross my chest, soaking my tee shirt.  He told me I had Penthouse tits.  He asked me if I liked having my nipples iced... and then he showed me what that felt like by spreading an ice cube over my already painfully-hard nipples. 

I was so incredibly ready to be fucked.  I never wanted to be fucked as much as I did at that moment.  He pinched my nipples hard... I love when guys do that... and he told me to unzip his jeans.  When I hesitated, he put his fingers into my soaked pussy and teased me outside my underwear... until out of sheer desperation I unloosed his cock from his jeans.  

I begged him to finger me... but he kept pulling my panties across my clit telling me if I sucked his cock real good, he would finger me.  I told him I couldn't do anymore... I loved Anthony... this had gone far enough.  He fingered me then, and made me forget what I was saying.  I was so wet he used the juices to lubricate my ass, and plunged a finger into my ass.  It felt so incredible.  All I could think of was wanting to go down on him... but I didn't want him to stop.

He asked me if I liked having my pussy sucked.  I nodded and he slipped his face between 
my legs and sucked me, and finger-fucked me until I thought I could stand no more.  I was having trouble biting back my screams.  Just then Anthony wanted to know what was taking so long.  Martin and I walked out to the living room... and Anthony looked at my hard wet tits and asked what was going on.  Martin said...."I finger-fucked her in her dripping pussy and ass.  I sucked her pussy and tits... and she hasn't even touched me.  You haven't taught her very well Anthony."  

Anthony nodded, grinned, and told me to go down on Martin.  At first I resisted.  Then Anthony took ice from his drink and rubbed it over my sore nipples until I promised to give Martin the blowjob of his life.  

I slipped to my knees... and took off Martin's jeans and underwear.  He warned me I better do a very good job.  I didn't know if I could do so... he was so large.  I used my hands and mouth as best I could, until I felt Anthony's fingers in my pussy and his mouth kissing my ass.  That made me start going down on Martin with a vengeance.  

Martin asked Anthony if he could fuck me.  Anthony considered it, and I yelled, "NO!"  

Anthony told him that I had once told him that I wanted to be raped.  Anthony looked my way and said "Here is your opportunity babe."  Anthony grabbed me and pushed me over the chaise lounge, and spread-eagled my legs to the breaking point.  Martin delved his face between my legs and told me how delicious I was.  He tried to kiss me with my juices still on his face.  I turned my head to avoid the kiss, and he grabbed my hair and said "taste yourself... see why I want to fuck you till you scream."  

Anthony looked more aroused than I had ever seen him.  We never talked dirty to one another.  He was enjoying the show, and I think he was a bit jealous.  Martin rubbed the head of his enormous cock all around my pussy and ass.  He told me to beg for it.  When I didn't, he dragged me off to the shower and tied my hands over my head on the shower head.  Then he ripped off my shirt while Anthony removed my skirt.  He held the shower head on full pulse toward my pussy... and took it away every time I approached orgasm.  He told me to beg if I wanted a cock in my pussy.  

He took the bath oil from the shower cart and spilled it onto my tits.  "I have never seen tits like this... you are a lucky guy Anthony.  She has fucking huge nipples...."  He massaged the oil into my breasts, and I betrayed myself by moaning.  He told me I was ready to be fucked.  He turned me around and spread my cheeks and lips and started to put his huge cock into my soaked pussy.  At first it hurt like hell... but it felt like heaven too!  Anthony turned me to face him, and offered me his gorgeous erection.  I sucked and sucked all the more because I was also being fucked.  

Martin pulled out and told me to beg... to go down on him... I obliged him, and Anthony took Martin's place in my cunt.  Anthony rubbed my clit and Martin squeezed my tits and pinched my nipples.  I kept moaning until I couldn't hold back... and then I almost screamed for Anthony to pump me as hard and fast as he could.  

Martin plunged into my mouth and Anthony came in great big waves... and then withdrew his cock from my still-pulsing pussy.  Martin pulled out of my mouth and slammed his large dick into my pussy... while Anthony's cum was sliding down my thighs.  I orgasmed at least three or four times.  It was quite an evening. 
 
Later that evening, Martin joined Anthony and me in our bed...and cuddled on one side of me while Anthony cuddled on my other side.  They both fucked me one more time before we all fell asleep.  

It was uncomfortable in the morning when he left.  Anthony was feeling a little betrayed by my obvious enjoyment.  By the second day, Anthony had lost any feelings of betrayal or jealousy.  

That night certainly spiced-up our sex life.... and I love Anthony even more for indulging me.  Who knows, we may do it again.  I sure have good memories!  





