ANN SWALLOWS ROGER - A True Story

I met Roger sometime in the sixties. We grew into the very interesting
seventies. When least expected, we were best buddies. Roger is some 3
years older than myself, so besides being a great friend, he was some
sort of a teacher.

On those intriguing teenage years, Roger and me shared our fist sexual
experiences. At the beginning, it was a matter of playing with one
another. Once women came to scene, we found out we were not made for
each other. Roger and me laid naked in the beach one time when we were
decided to get to know our sexual attitude a little further.

Our first daring steps were truly unforgettable. One afternoon, after
caressing and kissing each other, Roger sucked my cock until I almost
cum in his mouth. He jerked me off the rest of the way. I felt terrible
after the great pleasure involved.

My turn came the following weekend, so I had to suck his cock. I
"reluctantly" took it in my mouth but I immediately gagged. I ended up
jerking off my buddy until he came in my hand. To date, I'm still
curious about what would have happened if I had allowed Roger to finish
up and flood my mouth, specially after what you are about to read.

Upon agreeing we were men enough, we decided to bury these episodes
behind. To date, it's our most sacred secret. The only thing I hated was
that Roger's cock was bigger than mine by over an inch.

Rog and me shared the first woman, and of course, Roger was there when I
met Ann, in early 1982, the girl who ended up being my wife almost two
years later.

He was already engaged to Sue, but their relation was always headed for
trouble. Rog definitely loved Ann's looks and style, and we both knew it
well. I knew he had the hots for my girl, he knew I knew it, and,
although we both loved that, we never aired it.

Ann's feminine instinct had her dressing accordingly when she knew Roger
was to join us. When we went out as couples, Rog would concentrate his
attention on Ann and practically ignore Sue. Sue noticed this very
frequently, and we three had to put up with her pissed-off pretty face.

I made sure Roger would attend any pool party, where Ann would wear her
yellow, very tiny bikini. I saw Roger several times trying to peek a
little further Ann's treasures. I'd swear Ann flashed Rog at some
points. Sue was not bad at all, but Ann was by far the hands down
winner.

I remember when I told Roger I had just fucked Ann's ass the night
before. I felt he was the right man to share my new secret with, and,
without any words, I let him know I would love to have him fuck her as
well. For a year or so then on, I had Roger informed of every sex
encounter I had with my beautiful fiancee. Rog's jaw dropped when he
knew Ann had just swallowed my entire load!.

I had a clear feeling Roger felt an impossible love for Ann. The best
thing I could do was to inform him what was going on between us. I loved
teasing him with my own girl!

When Ann and me got married, Roger was my best man, and he had every
special privilege inherent. That happened in November of 1983.

Ann got pregnant immediately after the honeymoon trip.

By April of 1984, Rog and Sue relationship was a total disaster. She
tore their wedding invitations and cancelled it all. Rog was raided by
this and he sank into the deepest depression I've ever seen someone. I
felt sorry for this happening to my best friend, but there was not much
I could do about it, maybe except..........

My newlywed and beautiful Ann and me planned a weekend trip to San Diego
I told Roger about. He begged me with his eyes to take him along. Under
normal circumstances, this might look a little strange, as Ann and me
had planned a long, cock and pussy-filled weekend. When I talked it over
with my wife, she disliked the idea at first. After
giving her some valid arguments, Ann accepted. I had the feeling Ann
liked the idea in the first place. She always commented how much Rog
looked like Tom Selleck, and she didn't miss a single episode of Magnum
PI!!.

Roger was delighted by our invitation, so off we went. I felt funny
taking Roger along, but since we had been together almost everywhere, I
figured it was OK. I swear I had no further intentions.

The long trip went nicely between jokes and chat. I noticed poor Rog
catching up his long lost mood.

A severe allergy attack took me to bed as soon as we got there. I had
Ann and Roger going to the nearest drugstore to bring me some Contact.
They came back with the pills some ten or fifteen minutes later. I began
fantasizing right there, as if I knew what was about to follow.

Ann went to the room while I talked to Roger.

"Are you Okay?" I inquired.
"I'm fine", he assured me.
I apologized for not being there, but made sure I approved of him being
with my wife all alone.

Ann's cousin Brenda's condo had all the premium cable services
available, plus a fantastic, heart-shaped jacuzzi in a confined patio.

"Hey, Rog", I said, "by the way, feel free to invite Ann to the
jacuzzi". I don't know why I said that, but my cock twitched a little as
I said it.

The look in his face was awesome. When he managed to look back at me, I
winked an eye at him. I turned around and walked over to the bedroom. I
had implied he had permission to do whatever he wanted with Ann.

When Roger learned that, he was a fish in the water. I left him with the
biggest smile on his face I had ever seen as he got ready to fumble with
the box looking for the "dirty" channels available.

My gorgeous, 2-month pregnant wife was horny, no doubt about it. As I
took the highest possible dose of Contact, she repeatedly rubbed my cock
to no avail. She even rolled down my pajamas and sucked it hard but it
was useless. The thing just wouldn't respond. I just wanted Rog to walk
in and catch us, but nah, nothing exciting happened. I simply wanted to
feel good again, bad.

I suppose I fell asleep shortly thereafter. I remember seeing my wife's
graceful naked figure slip in her pink lace negligee, just in case, and
grab a past issue of People Magazine.

It should have been around two in the morning when I woke up feeling
terrible, decided to ignore the warning in the label and take another
Contact shot. As I wrestled with the bottle's cap, I turned around just
to notice that I was alone in the master bedroom. I figured, Ann and
Roger might be out in the jacuzzi, but there was no noise that would
evidence that. I wonder if they ever got into the tub.

I put my robe on. The door had been left almost closed, so I opened it
without any noise. Right then, like a lightning, the thought of Rog and
Ann making love came on.

Like a flash, I remembered all of the teasing and flashing I had
witnessed, promoted, and what could the have talked about when I sent
them to the drugstore. My cock began to erect very slowly. I got so
excited, and turned on, I still don't remember any other time I have
been so eager to find out what goes on with a situation.

The dim corridor light and the thick carpeting allowed me to slip quiet
as a mouse, quickly crawling to the opposing wall. I caught my breath,
as I had this tremendously horny feeling.

I could perceive quiet TV sounds, probably a local re-run of a 70's
Benny Hill show. I began crawling on my belly. I had some 6 feet of
wall, continued by a thick wooden guard rail.

When I ran out of wall, I stopped. I could see the light coming from the
TV room downstairs. The condo's layout allowed a full view of the lower
level.

I peeked out. My cold, allergy, or whatever I was suffering cleared out
immediately in exchange for the fastest and meanest hardon.

Rog, seated on the TV room's sofa had my beautiful wife seated on his
lap, facing him, eating her face out in the most passionate kiss I'd
seen her give or take. She was just covered by her pink lace negligee.
Her silk pink robe laid on the floor. She was rubbing her crotch onto
his. I just turned around and began yanking furiously at my poor little
cock, as my buddy was evidently beginning to have a great time with my
wife. I had no idea how much time had passed, but it was apparent the
show was about to start.

For my own good I stopped, but I must admit that, even I jerked off
quite often for my age (27), this had to be the best solo I had ever
experienced. To date (I'm 40) I still enjoy masturbating, just flashing
these scenes though my mind.

If you want to picture my wife, Ann is a graceful 35 years-old darker
blonde, 5'7" tall, 122 lbs, green eyes, 36-C breasts, very firm and
white. Her hair is right now pretty much they way it was back then:
mid-back long. She was 2-months pregnant at the time, but 2 months meant
nothing in her superb slim body. The worst part was that Roger knew she
was pregnant. She was just days shy of her 23rd birthday, which is April
29.

When I turned to watch the show, Ann stood up in front of Roger. He
wanted to stand up as well, but she pushed him back. She used her
teenage model expertise and delighted him for some time. She arched,
twisted, and danced for him. Rog was still dressed, but the bulge in his
faded jeans was about to burst, like a volcano. From what I could
conclude, my wife hadn't yet came in contact with Rog's cock. I guessed
she'd be a little excited, because his cock wasn't substantially bigger
than mine, at least as I remembered it.

At certain moments, my wife would push her fantastic butt so close to
Rog's mouth, he attempted to tear the negligee off with his teeth.
He could clearly see through her cloth her glorious crease and smell her
bodily perfume.

Rog couldn't resist no more, so he stood up and clasped her body to his,
undoing the symbolic knots of her negligee, having her titties out in
seconds. It was obvious my buddy was flattered by Ann 's superb titties.
She turned to her right, making Roger switch, to my fortune, to a
loveseat in the left side, giving me a better watching angle. Her
silhouette was now outlined perfectly: her nipples were fully erect,
pointing to Roger's eyes, begging to be taken.

Rog jumped on her again, wrapping his arms around her graceful body. He
just lowered his hands to her waist, and began darting his tongue at her
nipples. Ann arched her graceful body back, moaning to a dangerous
point, as Roger took the opportunity to suck her plump titties one at a
time, repeatedly, just jumping his face
from one to the other, as she took her right hand to her still covered
pussy, slipping her hand, and certainly playing her clit.

Her long blond hair hanged just over her buttocks as Rog ate her
titties. I couldn't care less I she saw me up side down!, actually, I'd
love her to, call me up perhaps?

Roger began his journey down my wife's almost naked body, kneeling in
front of her, rolling down her lingerie just enough to expose her blond
bush. Roger licked her navel as his hands grabbed her titties. They both
seemed to like punishing themselves, as neither Rog nor Ann would dive
into their organs right away.

Ann's cunt is almost hairless, naturally. Her scarce bush boundary was a
reward for any of Roger's tensions or depressions. He now had her 95%
naked. Her negligee was just a pink clothy mess just below her crotch,
making her look naughtier than ever!!!!. I could almost smell her
Dove-clean cunt!

In all of thousands of pre-marriage love making, I had never felt so hot
as right then, not even when I probed her asshole with my cock, or when
I had her pussy juices all over my hand right in front of her cousin,
the owner of the condo just hours after our wedding in her car.

I was certaing she was coming on her finger as Roger rushed back up to
mute her moans with his mouth.

Their bodies fused and kissed for some five minutes, non-stop. After
that hot face-sucking session (it was not merely a kiss!), Ann began to
kneel in front of my buddy's still dressed body. As she began undoing
his shirt she started sucking his Adam's apple, traveling down on her
tongue through his hairless chest, licking his nipples. Ann had Roger
giggling and swaying as her tongue rimmed his nipples, while undoing his
belt and button. His cock was about to burst open!. She stopped and
backed off as Roger's jeans lossened up. She looked up and smiled at
him, as her hands grabbed his jeans at his hips, pulling them to his
knees. The motion was not strong enough to get Rog's navy blue bikini (I
can still recall the color) down all the way, just made some three
inches of his meat protrude over the elastic band.

Ann stopped cold. Rog's head daringly almost ripped his bikini off. She
got her beautiful face closer and kissed his glans, then licked it, just
as if that much was enough for her. Roger went wild at the feeling of
her tongue, making him moan out in the open. I could see the shiny trail
her tongue was leaving behind.

The scene of my wife's mouth in contact with a penis other than mine
made me almost convulse. It was too much for me!!. Was I eager to see
that!

Looking on, I began to play my stiff cock again, but I had to hold
on...Ann 's eyes couldn't leave Roger's as her hands played only with
the exposed part of his cock.

She reached out for something she couldn't get from the table, then her
mouth opened and gripped Roger's blue bikini with her perfect teeth,
lowering it all the way mid-thigh. She then went back and just
contemplated his tremendous erection. I was stunned! I couldn't believe
my eyes! Rog's cock was almost twice as long as mine, and noticeably
thicker!

She punished herself, I could tell, by just embracing and kissing
Roger's bare thighs as he fondled her hair. She placed her ear on them
as trying to listen for something from inside his body, then separated
to kiss and lick his skin, get him rid of his pants and briefs, and on
to lick and kiss his toes!.

Rog giggled, moaning a lot, and stretched as Ann's body was beyond his
reach. She Took her arms up to meet his hands as she kept on licking his
toes for a long time, then straightened her body again, kissing his
cock. Then she sensually licked the bottom of it. Her hands were still
gripped by his. She would swerve her whole body just to lick the entire
contour of Roger's meat, showing me off a saliva and precum shiny
monster. I don't know what the fuck Roger did to his cock, as I remember
it being just a little bigger than mine. The bastard either played
basketball with it or lifted weighs. Personally I couldn't believe that
a normal wimpy cock would grow into such a white, veiny, massive snake.
I couldn't blame Ann for falling so hard for it: I wanted to suck it as
well!.

I wish I've had the balls to jump right then...they probably wouldn't
disapprove, but the thought of being embarrassed by having only an
average cock compared to Rog's meat, perhaps even losing my wife to it,
made me sit tight and watch. Besides, Rog's stomach is flat as a board.
I had some fat around my waist at the time. Probably, Roger's cock may
have been as big as mine, but the lack of fat and hair made it look much
bigger. Well, so much for high hopes!

I know my wife. She gets so slutty sometimes, she is capable of dumping
our well-off position in favor of Roger's cock!.

Depending on your point of view, Rog's managed to fuck two thirds of his
meant into Ann's mouth, or Ann couldn't swallow but a third of it, but
she pushed him to the loveseat (he was falling down anyway). Rog's body
collapsed in the coach, their hands let go, but Ann's mouth never
separated from his cock, not even as they reaccomodated. She even sided
her hair so I could see him fuck her mouth!.

There was the perfect view: Ann's bobbing head swallowing Roger's cock
one inch at a time, cupping his balls, and the bastard's eyes as white
as a boiled egg!

I'd swear I could hear that fantastic swishing sound her pussy lips make
every time she opens up her butt, then again, Ann was so wet, there was
no noise risk here.

In the end, Roger's cock managed to fuck Ann Helen's mouth completely. I
had no idea she was able to deep throat, but, again, my cock isn't bad,
but not big enough to brag deepthroating it.

I don't know how she managed to breathe with that massive piece of meat
down her throat. I could almost feel her tongue playing my head, as she
did when we went out for a drive, and, believe it or not, I felt envy,
not jealousy, from the way Rog managed to make Ann fall so hard for him.

Once her mouth got used to the new size and length, Ann's head bobbed
gently, like a real pro, I mean, a porn star!. I love to see her head
bob like that. Her blond hair and her parted butt moved with such an
erotic rhythm, that I had my own hot and abundant cum all over my hand
without actually feeling my own ejaculation.

Her gorgeous rosebud, plump as a peach, pumped at every thrust of my
buddy's cock in her mouth.

I closed it up, focousing it in my mind, her perfect white and smooth
cheeks, her purplish and tasty asshole .....I wanted to tongue-fuck it
so bad!.

My cock quickly regained its hardness. Ann had some five minutes sucking
Roger's cock, not letting it out her mouth a single second, looking
straight at his eyes, when her eyes were not closed.....it was the show
of my life!!!!

Some moments later, my wife climbed on Rog's body, opening up as much as
she could, as if the damn slut knew I was watching and enjoying (can you
guess?). She got to his mouth and ate his face, licking it once the kiss
was over. Instinctively, Rog guided his cock towards Ann's cunt, rubbing
her lips, she moaned as if nobody was in the house!.

Evidently, Ann and Roger relayed Contact's effect a little too much!.
Rog's cock began entering Ann's silky pussy very slowly. It was her hot
mood that made her seat on it at once, and began riding on Roger
immediately. His hands reached out and rubbed her titties as she would
just moan and yell.

Roger's eyes closed as she had a fantastic orgasm, begging him to hold.
She was already pregnant anyway. Perhaps just the habit she acquired
with me.

My good friend fucked my wife's pussy for an eternity, by my standards.
I could manage 3 to 5 minutes tops.....She was having the time of her
life!!!.

To this point of my life, I had no clue how crucial was for Ann a penis
size, that is, because of the way she swallowed each and every of those
10 wonderful inches my friend had to offer. It was incredible the way
her medium-sized mouth opened up and wrapped around Roger's thick shaft
as he fucked her mouth.

Once she felt fulfilled, Ann collapsed into Rog's face again. Some
moments later, she murmured to his ear something....and began raising
very slowly.

Rog's shaft was shiny and throbbing. Ann's juices could be seen clearly
all over his shaft. She got on all fours in the loveseat as Roger
approached from behind, grabbing her hips.

Roger's cock head began rimming her asshole, smearing it with his precum
and hers to assure a smooth penetration...

Ann then began biting the seatback's leather as Rog's bulbous head
wrestled and easily defeated her sphincter questionable defense. Her
body jerked once Roger's shaft was inside her. Her moans and yells
couldn't wait as his cock began invading her large intestine.

Ann lifted and parted her beautiful avid butt to welcome Rog's throbbing
cock's way inside her ...and let him see her in all her glory. She loves
that!.

Once his cock reached beyond my marked capacity and his balls touched
her lower butt, he opened up her cheeks even more, practically erasing
her crease, grabbed her hips, and began fucking her like a maniac, doggy
style. Her asshole must have been smoking!.

It may sound incredible, but Rog's massive shaft pumped Ann's large
intestine for another eternity. She took her hand beneath her body and
began playing her pussy, until she achieved yet another orgasm. I could
tell she played her fingers around Rog's thick pole as it went in and
out her rosebud. I lost count of how many times Ann came. I was mostly
stunned by Rog's cock of steel!. Ann's large intestine was certainly
more elastic now. The son of a bitch surely stretched her out!. I felt
sorry for her anus, as it was certain it would bleed. I remember how it
bled the first time I fucked it with only an average cock.

I couldn't believe my very self!. I loved watching how, when Rog's
pumped in and out like a love piston, there was a large chunk left
inside her. I've always have this frustration of running out of cock
when I fuck Ann, specially when I'm on top, that my cock gets unplugged.
This was not the case of Roger's: when he had about my size off her, he
had inches left to tear loud moans from my wife.

Roger bent over Ann's back and murmured something in her ear. She sided
her hair to hear and giggled her approval to whatever he proposed.

She leaned half her body on the coach as Rog began very slowly to pull
his cock from her rosebud, fingering her cunt to ease the sensation. It
took forever to leave. It actually looked like a 10-inch model train
coming from a lovely tunnel!.

When Roger's steamy and shitty cock came finally out, he sat down as Ann
aired her butt to relieve the friction, then, very slowly, she began
kneeling between his awaiting, opened thighs. She clasped her long hair
up, and teased Roger a little.

Ann has always been very conscious about sanitation, but it was apparent
she had forgotten about this as she proceeded to wrap her mouth around
his cock, with her shit all over it. She took her hands to meet his
again, as she passionately sucked his cock. Roger moaned and yelled...he
had it made!. Their eyes crossed patterns again, for a long time, saying
a million things without a word. Her moanings were muted again by Rog's
precious member.

At moments, her head just stopped moving as Rog's 10-incher rammed her
mouth, then she would take over.

Finally, Ann's hands cupped Roger's balls as he moaned loudly enough to
wake the neighbors, in the middle of erratic thrusts, when a tremendous
gush of hot cum began flooding her mouth. Ann took the first spurts
without problem, but Rog's love seed was so much, she gagged and had to
let go of his cock shortly. Right then, some spats hit her beautiful
face, but she dutifully swallowed his throbbing memeber immediately,
taking most of his cum in her mouth.

I was very tempted to ignore any foreplay, jump in, and share Roger's
cum with her, allowing me to lick it clean. Her face was messy. Rog's
cum was all over her right cheek and chin, a little up her nose ending
up in her right eyebrow.

Roger's cock looked a million bucks spraying days and days load all over
Ann's beautiful face, after all, it's his cock the only one I've sucked.
Ann was far from knowing her husband had sucked that very
cock long ago!.

Roger's ejaculation took much longer than mine. When it was over, Ann
painted her face with it. When she finally separated her mess from the
messy site, Roger's cum threads refused to separate from her chin. Ann
then began licking any puddles she could find on his belly, then licked
her way on to his face. At once, Ann's cummy face met Roger's. He licked
the cum she had painted her face with, then passed on to her. Ann was
delighted to suck it off his tongue.

When they were both tongue clean, she grabbed his shaft again and sucked
it shortly, then rubbed her nipples with energy and passion.
Roger helped her to yet another orgasm finger fucking her hot, pregnant
pussy.

Meanwhile, I yanked furiously at my cock, cumming a second time. I wiped
my hand in the carpet, and went to the bathroom to get a mat to cover
it. It was as much as a nice first time after three days!.

I waited until Ann dressed after just laying there, with my best friend,
touching and licking each other. He now had enjoyed the best of friends:
a horny wife.

I went to bed soon enough to avoid any problems. Ann stopped at the
bathroom and showered. Some ten minutes later, she came out. Her mouth
was Scope fresh.

As she got to bed, close to me, I thought of the great scene I had just
witnessed.

I felt I wanted her more than ever....specially after seeing another man
take her to her boiling point. I was so excited, I didn't care if I had
just lost her to Roger. I only wished I could see him do her again!.

Some two years ago, Ann knew I was watching. In throws of passion, she
even told me Rog's cum tasted great (what a slut!), and that he fucked
her the very next morning after I left. She was excited to know, now
that we were talking, that Roger sucked my cock and I sucked his, and
that I'd love to suck it again straight from any of her holes. She now
knows all the details and repeatedly asks me if I'm ready to take on
Roger while she watches.

This wonderful experience (to me at least), didn't affect our lives as
it could. Actually, we ended up enjoying sex even more.

Roger finally got married in 1992 to another girl. Ann told me how Roger
fucked her again after a X-mas party in 1995, in his mom's house.
Honestly, I'm not bothered. Perhaps we can share wives the next time, or
at least, set up a nice threesome.

I just need to see her beautiful, well kept body (after three births)
probed by Roger, and her lovely teenage-looking face painted again, like
those pictures in the net.