Note: This is a continuation of my 'Wild Ride' story and it uses the same characters. I had such a great response from readers that I decided to create another adventure for them. Also note, this is a work of fiction. If you're offended by it, then too bad, and just stop reading. Otherwise, enjoy.
Well, as some of you may remember, the last time I mentioned my new boyfriend, Mark, I was curled up in my bed with him after an incredible lay six months ago. His enormous cock had given me the best orgasms I'd ever had, and I'd allowed him to completely take me every which way he'd wanted.
Ever since that surreal evening with him, he'd turned me into a sex-craving nympho who had to be pounded as often as possible and I'd convinced myself that I was going to ride him at least once a day, but preferably three or four times, or until I was so sore that I couldn't walk.
In fact, after that experience, my pussy had been sore for four days and my ass...well, I won't even go there. Of course, like the real bedroom trooper I've become, I eagerly bounced on Mark's pole and gulped down loads of his cum the second the soreness went away ...and oh, boy, he certainly knew how to shoot the stuff. Sometimes it amazes me that I haven't needed my stomach pumped! The way he cums could fill buckets! The only trouble with it was that I had to actually buy an off-white bedspread that hid his humungous jizz stains. Considering that it had only cost $85, I saw it as a small price to pay.
Thus, I'd bought the new bedspread, and Mark and I had fucked like crazy on it countless times over the last six months. In addition to using my bedroom, he'd turned me onto public sex, where the risk of getting caught heightened the excitement. I'd ridden him on park benches, sucked him off in restrooms all over the county, been ass-fucked in a cemetery while bent over someone's tombstone, and even fucked him in a dumpster: that time, Mark had plowed me doggy-style while pushing my face into trash and calling me a trash-whore and a filthy little garbage slut. It had been such nasty sex that I'd cummed all the harder for it, squirting my pussy all over someone's half-eaten pizza. Mark had later joked that if a homeless person came along and ate it, he was in for a wonderful surprise.
That joke had given me the idea to actually order a pizza for Mark and squirt all over it for him, then make him eat it. By then, I was so addicted to his 11" cock, and he was so addicted to my now gaping pussy that we'd fulfilled nearly all of our fantasies: which brings me to his birthday.
He mentioned having a threesome one time as we'd driven down the highway, and the idea had gotten me so wet that I'd had to thrust my entire fist into my pussy right there. It had proven to be a bad decision, as he'd almost swerved into a ditch, but the threesome idea still hadn't lost any of its appeal.
After a month of consideration, and discussion with Mark, we figured out the exact type of girl we wanted to add to our fun. You see, our main argument was that I was already incredibly busty (which he loved), so he wanted a girl with small boobs to give our threesome more variety. I, however, felt it would turn him on more if we both had big boobs, and that way he could watch us lick and fondle each others boobs as he jerked himself. We settled on finding a girl who was around a B cup. Other than that, we planned to locate a brunette with brown eyes, who was near our own height
Seeing as we were both knockouts, it wasn't too hard to locate a suitable match...I only had to briefly mention the enormity of his dick whenever the opportunity presented itself, and the other girls' eyes almost always lit up. The girl who finally agreed to the threesome happened to be a choice piece of ass named Sylvia, whose # I got at a local bar not far from my house. She was about 5'5", 120lbs, with a 34B cup. Her hair was a deep brown, and went down to her shoulders. Her cheekbones were long, her lips a nice rosebud shape, and her eyes brown and seductive.
When I called her, I told her how I wanted to surprise Mark for his birthday in three weeks, gave her the date, and then gave her a simple instruction set. She sounded even hotter on the phone...I told her that she'd be perfect at one of those sex hotlines and she let out a high-pitch giggle in response.
She'll be the perfect slut for us, I thought as I hung up.
Mark's birthday couldn't arrive soon enough. Following a series of pointless activities like cake, presents, and the rest, we got to the good part: the fucking. I told him I had a surprise for him and that he needed to come to my house for it. He smiled broadly. From the look in his eyes, I could tell his head was buzzing as he tried to guess what it was.
When we got to my house, I sat him down on the couch and told him to close his eyes. He shrugged but agreed. I went into the kitchen and told Sylvia, who'd been waiting there for twenty minutes, that all was set. She knew what to do from here.
The next thing Mark knew, Sylvia was rubbing his shoulders.
"What is it babe, you got my surprise yet?" He asked.
I giggled: he thought the stupid bitch was me.
She reached down and grabbed his cock. "Actually, I was told you have a surprise for me," She replied.
"What the fuck!" He jumped up and spun around. "Who the Christ are you?"
"Its okay baby, she's your birthday surprise," I told him as I stepped into the room. Remember the threesome we talked about? Well, she heard about your nice endowment and couldn't wait. I bet you didn't expect it to happen today, did you?"
"Well...uhhh, no," he replied dumbly. "Uhh..what's uhhh, your name?"
"I'm Sylvia," she told him, "Now, are you gonna give me your big dick, or what? I've waited weeks for this and I'm already soaked."
Mark looked at me with suspicion.
"Go ahead, stud," I told him, "I want to watch for a little while."
Mark smiled from ear to ear and started to turn to put an arm around Sylvia so he could kiss her.
Sylvia, however, had cat-like reflexes. She didn't even wait for the kiss, and simply reached down and squeezed his pecker.
"Wow!" Was all she could say. Her jaw looked like it would hit the floor.
"While she's got her big mouth open," I told Mark, "Why don't you shove your cock down it?"
Neither Mark nor Sylvia needed further prodding. She unzipped him and started to stroke him to his full hardness. As I watched this slut put my boyfriend's bulbous cock head in her mouth, barely fitting it in, I found myself getting wet. Before I knew it, I was playing with my tits as she sucked him like a pro.
Even after all this time with Mark, I still found it hard to believe how big and thick he was. As he stood there with one hand near his balls and the other further up his shaft, his erection sticking out with pride, I realized that both of my own hands had moved down to rub my pussy through my panties.
"Get those hands on that dick," I coached Sylvia. "You can pleasure him better than that!"
Sylvia's hand rose up to grasp Mark's shaft about midway on his cock. Her smooth, tiny hands barely wrapped around it. I began to rub myself harder. "That's better. Now work those hands up and down it."
