THE WEEKEND GUEST and MY INVITATION 
 
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 to 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 decided 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."  Our guest 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...  Martin 
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... until out of sheer desperation I unloosed his 
cock from his jeans.  

I begged him to finger-fuck me... but he just kept 
fingering my clit, telling me if I sucked his cock real 
good, he would fuck me.  I told him I couldn't do that.  
I told him that I loved Anthony... and that this had 
gone far enough.  His fingers then entered me, 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 my boy friend yelled 
from the living room... wanting 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 
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, 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 in our large 
shower stall.  Then he ripped off my shirt while 
Anthony removed my skirt.  He held the hand shower 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 ledge 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 bent down and 
sucked him.  I 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, 
entering my cunt from behind.  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 as my 
boyfriend came in great big waves... and then withdrew 
his cock from my still-pulsing pussy.  Martin pulled 
out of my mouth, turned me around and slammed his large 
dick into my pussy... while Anthony's cum was dribbling 
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 with 
Martin 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!  

