Of course, Sally was still pretty mean to me, and loved to mentally torture me, every chance she got. After all, she did have a sadistic streak in her. But let’s face it. I was no angel, either. To be totally honest with you, I derived great pleasure and satisfaction from mentally torturing and teasing my wife, too. And so for Sally and me, things tended to work out most of the time, because it was usually tit-for-tat, and it was truly one of those matches made in hell. Let’s just say that we were the perfect candidates for the wife-swapping lifestyle. And we both knew it.
And now Sally found herself on the verge of “getting it on” with her best friend’s husband, who just happened to be a true Adonis of a man. And I’m sure Sally was tingling all over with anticipation–that is, until Pete finally took his pants off, and removed his jockey shorts, to finally expose his package to all of us.
Pete’s package turned out to be extremely unimpressive, to say the least. He had what looked like a small dick-head–and nothing but the head of a penis–poking out from his thick patch of surrounding pubic hair. Actually his fully-erect penis was about two and a half inches long, from base to tip. However, the head of his penis made up nearly two thirds of that length, and the thick patch of dark pubic hair, effectively hid his short shaft from view. And now I understood why Pete wasn’t on board with letting me see his non-erect penis, when he had begun fondling it inside his underwear.
And although I was able to see a small, puffed-out skin-pouch underneath where Pete’s dick-head was poking out, I couldn’t tell (just by looking) if there were actually any testicles inside that underdeveloped scrotum. Of course, my logical mind told me that there had to be two balls–albeit very small ones–somewhere inside that little ball-sack of Pete’s. So basically, except for the thick patch of pubic hair immediately above and surrounding his penis, Pete’s genitals looked like they could have easily belonged to a 7 or 8-year-old, prepubescent boy.
I immediately thought to myself, I was dead wrong. This guy’s really ‘God’s sick joke to womankind’. No wonder this poor mother fucker’s shootin’ blanks. You gotta have balls first, before you can make sperm! And this guy’s just barely got a dick on him!
And then I thought about how disappointed and shocked that Linda had to have been years ago, when she and Pete were petting heavily for the first time ever, and she had finally taken things to the next level, as she had bravely reached down into his crotch to discover his diminuative package. And I knew that Linda had to have already been madly in love with Pete. And looks-wise, he had to have already been the man of her dreams, too. But for Linda, there was just one small problem: 1 very small penis + 2 tiny testicles = 1 long-term male lover that no heterosexual woman in her right mind would ever desire.
My next thought was, Linda, you’ve gotta be a real saint to put up with this for so many years. I would have left Pete years ago, if I were you. Thank God, I’ve got a nice, big dick on me! I mean big, for a white guy of course. Mine doesn’t hold a candle to Henry’s.
And when I thought about Henry’s penis, I remembered how Linda had acted while he had it shoved deep inside her vagina, and was fucking her that night in the hotel room. Considering how small her husband’s dick was, it was no wonder that Linda was so excited about finally having a super-long dick like Henry’s inside her pussy. A dick that could easily fill her up, and then some.
And now I knew why Linda also found my dick to be so exciting and attractive to her. And that was because I could do something with my dick during intercourse, that Pete would never be able to do with his. You see, my erect penis was long enough, so that I could firmly press the tip of my dick-head right up against Linda’s cervix, and then ejaculate all over it, which is something that Sally claims is always a big turn-on for women. Well I’ve got news for you, Sally. It’s a big turn-on for men, too. At least, is for me.
Pete put his arms around Sally, and they began French-kissing in a standing position, in front of the sofa. His hands were busy, as he was playing with her small tits and her pert nipples, and also reaching down to grab her boyish-looking butt-cheeks every so often.
And she was massaging his bare chest, and grabbing handfuls of his muscular butt-cheeks, as well. But most importantly, there was no space between their pressed-together pelvises. And that told me that Sally was very comfortable with the idea of letting Pete have sex with her.
Meanwhile, Linda knelt down in front of the sofa, and began giving me a superb blowjob, while she kept squeezing and massaging her huge breasts with her own hands.
Finally, I said to her, “If you keep sucking my dick like that you’re gonna make me cum. And I don’t wanna do that right now. Tell ya what. Why don’t you let me play with your pussy for a little while?”
Linda lifted her mouth up of my dick, and said, “Sure, if that’s what you want.”
She stood back up in front of me, and spread her legs apart, to give me access to her pussy.
I stuck my finger right up into her pussy crack, pulled my finger back out, and then teasingly licked it in front of her.
“My God! You’re already sopping-wet,” I remarked to her. “Have you been orgasming this whole time?”
“Yes. Ever since I started feeling out your wonderful cock,” Linda admitted.
And I continued to finger her pussy for an extended period of time as I was watching Sally and Pete “go at it”.
By this point, Sally and Pete were still standing-up in a bear hug and French-kissing like crazy. But now, they each had their right hands stuck down into each other’s crotches, and were feeling out each other’s bare genitals, while they were passionately kissing.
The next thing I knew, Sally laid down on her back on the rug in front of the sofa, and spread her legs apart. And Pete quickly laid down on top of her, as they kept on kissing, like two lovers. And I knew that Pete was maneuvering this small dick into the innermost folds of Sally’s pussy, and was attempting to insert his penis up into her vagina.
And from the way that Sally was reacting, I could tell that Pete had actually managed to penetrate her. But he still wasn’t thrusting away at her vagina yet.
Then Pete all of the sudden cried out, “Oh shit! Shit! Shit! God damn it! Fuck! I’m so sorry, Sally. I didn’t mean to do that.”
And I instantly knew exactly what had happened. It was obvious that Pete had become so mentally excited, that he had spontaneously shot his wad into Sally’s pussy, just moments after he had entered her. Can you say “premature ejaculation”?
And at this point, I really felt sorry for the guy. That’s a humiliating and very humbling experience, to say the least. I know. Because I had done it before, myself.
And ironically, it happened to me the very first time that I ever attempted to have sexual intercourse with Sally. And it all happened just like it did with Pete. I carefully eased the head of my penis up in Sally’s baby-making hole, and just started ejaculating, from the sheer mental excitement of the whole situation. But unlike Pete, I was a virgin, back when that took place. And that was how I lost my virginity to Sally.
The good thing is that Sally can be very understanding in these types of embarrassing situations. She may be sadistic and cruel, but she can also be very kind and empathetic, whenever she wants to be.
So she comforted Pete as best as she could, considering the circumstances, as she softly and soothingly said to him, “That’s okay, Tiger. I understand perfectly. I just excited you a little bit too much. That’s all. Why don’t you just relax, and let me give you a nice back and neck massage. And don’t worry about anything. Everything’s gonna turn out just fine. You’ll see…”
“Come on, Baby,” Linda quietly told me. “I’m definitely wet enough now. It’s our turn.”
And Pete’s wife turned her butt towards me, and carefully sat down on my hard-on, while holding the shaft of it in her hand, to guide it into her own vaginal entrance. And then she began eagerly humping away at my dick, like a woman on mission to pump my sperm out into her womb as quickly as she possibly could. It was as if she were reacting to the fact that since Sally already had Pete’s sperm in her pussy, now Linda was wanting my sperm in her own pussy A.S.A.P.
And all that hard humping worked. It didn’t take long before I was just about ready to shoot my wad, when I heard Sally say to Pete, “Oh look, Sweetie, my husband’s just about to fertilize your wife’ pussy. Do you wanna watch?”
“Sure,” I heard Pete’s voice answer her, as I closed my eyes, orgasmed my ass off, and ejaculated deep inside of Linda’s pussy, while she was intentionally grinding her butt down against my pelvis, to get the head of my pulsating penis as deep inside her fuck-hole as possible.
“God, that is so sexy!” Sally remarked, as she was seeing all the excess sperm that was oozing out from around the base of my dick-shaft, and running down my balls, to land on the sofa cushion, between my legs.
“Do you think he just got her pregnant?” Pete asked Sally.
“Who knows?” Sally replied. “But I think it’s time for you to put another load of your sexy sperm inside my little pussy. Don’t you?”
Sally took Pete’s hand and placed it on her pussy mound, as she added, “Maybe you can get me pregnant tonight. I’m not using any birth control. And I’m pretty sure I’m fertile right now.”
“Is your husband okay with all this?” Pete asked Sally, while he was busy feeling out her freshly-spermed pussy.
“Don’t you think you should have asked that question before you went ahead and put a load of sperm in my pussy?” Sally asked Pete.
“That’s not what I meant. I mean is your husband okay with the idea of me possibly getting you pregnant tonight?”
“Of course he is,” Sally said to Pete, reaching down between Pete’s legs, to begin fondling his little dick and his equally-small balls. “My God, Carl just got done fucking your wife a few minutes ago. And she’s not on any birth control. Is she? And you know he wasn’t using a rubber. So go ahead and fuck me already. And don’t worry about it. But I wanna be on top, this time.”
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