Forbidden Fruit, the harvest  

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Forbidden Fruit, the harvest


October 24, 2005
Forbidden Fruit: The Harvest
The phone calls, the flirting, the lunch, and the fateful decision had all led to this. Ann kneeled upon her own bed in her own house, with her thighs either side of a man’s naked lap. A very large cock was imbedded in her belly, but the cock did not belong to her husband. She could feel every inch of Bob’s cock; indeed, the fat cockhead was practically up into her womb, and its girth stretched her lips as they had never been before. She almost swooned with the delight of her sensations.
Ann smiled wickedly at Bob as they consummated their first carnal embrace; her butt settled upon his thighs almost with a sense of ownership, and her hands rested lightly upon his shoulders. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes now as he began to lift her rhythmically with his hands on her waist and to thrust counter to the lift with his legs and cock. Their dance thus began at a very slow and measured pace. Half of his fat cock would appear below her on the uplift, and her pussy would slide back down upon him as he thrust upward. She could not see the contact because of the swelling of her stomach, but she could feel all of it, and imagine all that was being done to her by Bob’s engorged penis. His cock’s top surface grazed Ann’s hooded clitoris with each stroke, and at the bottom of the down stroke, she would grind her button against Bob’s rigidity. They both groaned with the joy of it all.
Bob kissed the valley between Ann’s breasts then took the nipple of her left breast into his mouth. At the contact, Ann arched her back like a ballet dancer, and a louder moan escaped her throat. She began to move more quickly against him as he continued to suck upon the erect and swollen bud, then almost in a few heart beats her movements became completely involuntary as she cried out in ecstasy. The overpowering orgasm coursed from her breast to her cunt, then washed over her entire body. Her spasmodic gyrations and loud vocalizations had the predictable effect on Bob, as the muscles of her cunt gripped and pulsed around his cock. Bob bodily lifted the two of them from the mattress with the muscles of his legs and back as his buttocks flexed, and he gushed streams of cum into her belly. She finally collapsed against him but sought his lips in a lingering kiss.
They stayed in this position for several minutes as their breathing and pulses returned to normal. Bob’s hands settled down upon the globes of Ann’s ass, and he leaned back into the pillows in release. A long sigh escaped from his lips. Ann responded by leaning forward so she could rest her hands upon the bed, then slowly dragged the swollen tips of her tits back and forth across Bob’s chest. They both laughed at their shared climax and at the knowledge that neither was yet satisfied.
Indeed, Bob’s cock never completely lost its erection, but sperm did begin to leak out of Ann as he lost some thickness. She finally (and reluctantly) rolled off him in order to wipe up some of the excess with the sheet. Bob surprised her by helping her with her task, then gently urged her backward against a pillow he placed beneath her shoulders. When he then pushed her legs apart with a knee and planted a warm kiss upon her stomach, she relaxed. But she gasped again when he parted her now ultra-sensitive pussy lips with his fingers, and then ran his tongue from her clitoris all the way to the bottom of her slit. “You don’t have to do that, Bob!” she cried out, thinking he’d be put off by the liquid remains of their love making, but she ceased to protest when his tongue plunged into her hole. He seemed to relish the heady aroma wafting from her crack, a pungent mix even she could detect, and obviously he was not averse to sampling some of the abundant sap that he’s just deposited into her. He sucked and lapped with obvious pleasure.
Bob, in fact, was so skilled and persistent at both teasing and her pussy with alternating tongue caresses and penetrations, that Ann was almost unprepared for how quickly she felt the tension begin to build again in her womb. From smiling and nervously biting her lips as he started, she progressed quickly to audible sighs and furtive straining against his mouth as the sensations increased. Her crisis, when it came, was even more overwhelming than her first one, and she clutched Bob’s head tightly as she rapidly rotated her cunt against his eager mouth. “Oh God, Oh God!” she cried out, as she helplessly thrashed. He continued to plunge his tongue into her, unheeding of her cries, but when he placed his mouth right on her clit and began to suck upon the swollen knob, she laughed and cried so loudly , and at the same time, and begged so piteously, that he finally desisted. It was just too much to endure!
As her reactions finally ebbed, Bob moved her onto her side without protest then placed a couple of pillows against her torso. With very little effort on her part he rotated her body onto the pillows so that she was facing down, and helped her to settle the cushions into her lap. She was helpless to resist his actions in any event. By these means her vulnerable stomach was supported while her rump protruded provocatively and openly to his gaze. In this highly immobilizing position she was now helpless to stop the assault she knew would come, which commenced with Bob parting the cheeks of her butt and sniffing and licking the hidden, puckered orb. His tongue probed the opening and teased the crinkled skin, and the moisture from his mouth trickled down along her slit. Moving to position himself behind the opening of her thighs, Bob now grasped his reinvigorated stalk and inserted it once again into her anxiously waiting pussy. She had feared, for a moment, that he was going to use her other passage. But he merely teased the head along the furrow to prolong both his and Ann’s anticipation, then rapidly plunged into her vagina. And the path was now so well lubricated, moreover, that his cock easily traveled all the way in to its roots. His brown pubic hair and ball sac pressed tightly into the valley of her butt cheeks.
The perceived stimulation along the length of Bob’s cock and in his balls and guts was even more intense for this second bout. Bob watched with fascination as his cock disappeared between her cheeks, then sighed with delight as he would pull back out until the rim of his cockhead just retained contact with her vulva. Stroke followed stroke as he fucked her with abandon, and when his cock and mind could take no more, he strained against her and sent another flood of seed into her cunt. He leaned against her for a few moments, then eased back away; his cock uncoupled from her, and sperm ran down her leg to puddle upon the sheets. It was quite a fuck.
Bob slept with Ann for three or four hours after their exertions. He did not intend to spend the night so as to spare the embarrassment of noisy neighbors watching, and when he awoke in the night, he was amazed to see that he again had a full and insistent erection. Ann was sleeping on her side and could barely be roused, but his cock was so impatient that he positioned himself from behind and was able to wedge a leg between her thighs. In this way he bared her slit, and gently fingered the still wet lips. With some difficulty he pushed half of his length into her, and then silently rocked against her butt until he came. The sensations were gut wrenching but only a paltry few drops of cum were emitted. Following a few measured, deep breaths, and a sigh or two, Bob reluctantly kissed Ann on the cheek, and then quietly rose to clothe himself. His watch read 3 AM as he backed out of the driveway and drove home.
I don’t know how many times Bob “called” that week and certainly not the number of visits he made over the course of the next two years. I suspect that there were very many visits. I do know that Bob introduced her to the art of cock sucking to completion (she would practice the suddenly learned skill even on me, which did make me wonder at the time where THAT came from), and at some point she experimented with anal intercourse. Bob’s cock was too big to make that activity comfortable, but he taught her the pleasures of anal stimulation, and they would both squeal in delight with just the head of his cock inserted in her flower. She experienced several wonderful orgasms in this manner.
The culmination of their activities, in fact the reason that Bob cultivated her from the beginning, was to coach Ann until she was ready to engage in a ménage a trios with one of Bob’s other lady friends. Their first session with Lucy was especially enjoyable to the latter, who longed to eat pussy and sport with a woman’s body as much as she enjoyed being fucked. Bob was more than happy to bring it all about. The two of them ravished Ann for more than two hours in this initial encounter, and the number of orgasms achieved by the ladies nearly tallied to a dozen. Bob fucked both of them and ate both of them, and Lucy repeatedly returned to the well to finger and lick Ann’s bruised slit. When Ann finally relented and knelt between Lucy’s legs to return the favor, the sight so enflamed Bob that he again attained an erection, mounted Ann from the rear, and fucked her very roughly. The three bucked and snorted against each other as Lucy urged Ann’s mouth against her (Lucy’s) over-excited cunt, and Bob repeatedly slammed his cock into Ann’s well used pussy. Bob and Lucy cried with release as he finally yielded up his tribute and Lucy nearly passed out from the novelty of a woman’s mouth finally coaxing her into an overpowering climax. Ann claims she did not come during this final escapade.
The sad thing to this story (is there only one sad thing to this tale?) is that I discovered the deception shortly after this last episode (at least that’s the story I was told). Questions about parentage of our child, about intentions to continue the marriage, and embarrassment about discovery to Ann’s parents finally caused a profound change in her thinking. I realize now, however, that I likely did not play my hand wisely, at least not in retrospect. Ann renounced her past behavior and became religious, and I accepted her admission of guilt and promise to reform, but I was left feeling both cheated and cheated upon, which in fact I had been.
In hindsight, I now realize I would have been much wiser to have reacted a little more sanely and to encourage her in her predispositions, and to enter the same world that she had already sampled. Honesty and openness are no doubt the best policy, and jealousy that eats at one’s vitals is nothing but a poison that slowly destroys all. Our marriage is preserved but undoubtedly damaged in a way that can never be fully repaired, and I am left wondering about all that has happened, and how big a plunge I should take into this new world. That I’ll burn in hell does not seem improbable, but being hateful and vengeful seems like a surer path to perdition. I’ll just have to let it all go, and see what lies beyond the next bends in the road. It has been a number of years since all of the above happened, but it’s as fresh in my mind (obviously) now as when it was happening.

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