Ahead of The Game

Ahead of The Game [part 5 of 5]
By: Quiet one (quietguy777@gmail.com)

My eyes switch on. Despite the apartment being its usual 65 degrees the sheets cling to my naked body. I bicycle my feet to free myself and praise the blessed air as it begins drying my damp body. My hand moves to my chest to try and still my pounding heart. What the fuck Michelle? Sex dreams are one thing, but this...Jesus. In my hands, in my mouth, in my ass, in my pussy, each hard cock as big as the next, and even more intense than the scene was my need to satisfy these fantasy men. I lay back and lightly run my fingers along my chest and belly, enjoying the slight chill I give myself as my body continues to cool. Rob was present also, but his wasn't one of the penises moving in and out of me. I'd sporadically flash to him sleeping. It didn't take Freud to figure out what this signified. My love was oblivious to the depths of my depravity. Fingers are now running along my still very wet pussy as my other hand presses roughly against my titties that are now topped with tiny nipcicles. My mind returns to the dreamscape filled with ideal men, perpetually silent and hard. Their groping resumes and soon a majority of my right hand is inside me, happily stretching, but failing to reach my most sensitive area, disappointing, but not very. Thighs clamp shut on my straining hand to pull the heel in more tightly against my clit. Oh fuck! Imagined cocks begin spewing impossible and very welcome amounts in and over my body. I can almost taste it as my orgasm approaches. What the fuck?! Who is coming in my house right now? I run down the hall and peek around the corner at the front door.

"Sorry ma'am. We've come to check the smoke detectors."

First of all, I hate ma'am. Secondly, smoke detectors? Through my about to come haze I remember a note on a doorknob reminding us of this, "Oh, ok."

Wayne, as indicated by the name on his denim shirt, motions above my head to the appliance as he clumsily enters the apartment, then creepily widens his eyes as he comes to the realization that I was at least topless. I make sure to not give even the slightest indication that his look is welcome as I retreat to the bedroom. One very obnoxious beep later, the most rude interruption I'd ever experienced was over. Hmm, if Wayne had looked like Gerard Butler he may have had a very good morning.

I slip into one of Rob's T-shirts and plod to the kitchen to make some coffee, from erotic to everyday just like that. I take my huge cup to our little balcony with a magazine to sip and read. We overlook the pool from the third floor, and I'm soon distracted from Jon and Kate by the very blond and tan lifeguard. He's really cute. I had thought that he was in high school, but being that that's where he would be right now if this was indeed the case, I'm guessing college. A little young, but why not? I drank and watched as he skimmed and vacuumed and tested chemicals, lecherous thoughts once again running through my head. Could I? What would Rob do? I'm guessing that after the other night with Eric he's pretty much up for anything, but even if he's not here? These questions vexed me as I donned my hottest bikini, but then, I had the solution. Behold the power of video. Just like being there right? I sauntered downstairs and immediately caught the eye of my prey. Honestly, with my savage tan, and skimpy white suit, he'd have to be blind to not notice me straight away. I stepped slowly into the rather chilly water at the shallow end and swam to the opposite side where he was sitting at a picnic table. I was directly opposite him when I climbed out of the pool. His eyes pinballed over me as I modeled my bathing suit that was never intended for bathing. It may as well have been wet tissue paper. I gave him a few moments to ogle my quite visible boobs and pussy, then leaned in to grab a thick green highlighter from his backpack. I wrote our apartment number in rather large letters across his notebook before spinning and heading back upstairs. God it felt so fucking hot to be this shameless. The knock on the door came surprisingly fast, as did the answer. I grabbed him by his tank-top, emblazoned with Lifeguard, and pulled him into me for a very tonguey kiss. I backed to the couch as we slobbered over each other, and pulled away when we reached our destination. My hands slipped inside his little red shorts and pushed them down his legs. I followed them to the floor, and was now kneeling in front of blondie's very respectable boner. The long slow lick from balls to tip began, once, twice, mmmmm. With a quick pull on the back of his knees he was where he needed to be. I hopped onto the couch next to him and dove in, swirling my tongue around his hot shaft as it moved deeper and deeper. Fuck! I withdrew and started angrily jerking the slick cock, letting more and more saliva fall over him as I went. Aching to redeem myself I pushed him passed my lips. The violent movement of my hand diminished with less and less to hold on to, and it eventually slid away as the deepthroating was achieved. I heard an "Oh fuck" as I squeezed my cheeks tightly around him. Careful Michelle. After a prolonged pull out, a much more swollen cock stood before me, glistening with ropy strands of spit and oozing precum. "Get up." I didn't have to say it twice. I rose also, and rested my arms along the back of the couch, "Now fuck me." My still very wet bottoms were thrown across the room, then, in a flash, he was inside me. "That's it. Fuck me hard. Fuck me harder!" His strained breaths were making me crazy, and he was indeed fucking me hard. I continued doing my best pornstar routine, saving the best for last with the whispered, "I want you to come in my mouth." That was it. After several rapid-fire "oks" I pulled away and spun just in time. I eagerly lapped at his spurting dick as hot jizz fell in and around my mouth. Occasionally I'd force a good amount through clenched lips and let it flow down my chin. A fantastic performance if I must say. When my unknowing co-star was finished hosing me down I thanked him, very sincerely, for the fuck, and sent him back to his studies. I did a quick fast-forwarded preview of my movie. It was pretty hysterical watching a 100 mile per hour blowjob and fuck. I'm no cinematographer, but I think my lifeguard, what was his name, and I could certainly have careers in porn. I hope Rob enjoys watching it as much as I enjoyed making it.

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I always shake my head in disbelief when I stop to think of Michelle, probably the same way a basketball player would while watching Michael Jordan. Sure he plays the same game, just way better than anyone else ever has. Now I don't know if my girlfriend's the best ever, but she certainly is in my world, hall-of-fucking famer actually. I'd like to try and sexually surprise her for a change, but am having trouble coming up with the right scenario. I understand now that it could be just about anything, but who knows, what makes her hot one night, might just turn her off the next. Watching her with another guy again would be awesome. I guess we have something to discuss after dinner.

She greets me at the door with the usual sultry kiss, and ushers me to the sofa. She's wearing one of my T-shirts and nothing else, a favorite ensemble of mine. I playfully pull it down til a shoulder pops out of the neck hole, she giggles as always, and turns back to the kitchen, "Be ready in just a sec."

"Smells good. What'd you do today?"

"Oh this and that, went down to the pool for a bit."

"Cool. Did you make any guys nervous or ladies jealous?"

"Probably."

"Slut."

"Yeah, you love it." She set our plates down, and we ate between bouts of flirting. Hard-ons over dinner are great. When my plate was clean she walked in the little space between the coffee table and me instead of around, "Dessert?" Her pussy was separated from my face by a thin layer of cotton and about three inches. I looked up at her smiling face, and asked what she had. She was ready, "Pie." I can't tell you how many times we've partaken in this silly banter, but it gets me every time. She continued walking and received a loud slap on her cute little butt. Now there'd be drinks. I was looking forward to having a couple then discussing my latest fantasy. After two Johnnie Blues I asked if she had anything wild in store for us.

"Umm, kind of," she said as her face reddened.

Oh shit, Michelle's face turning red? Hers has to be good. "Oh, well I was kind of thinking that I'd like to make the next suggestion."

"Oooh, Mr. Assertive, I like that." She slinked over and straddled my lap, "What do you have in mind?"

She was rolling her hands up in the bottom of her shirt, anxiously awaiting my reply, but also distracting the hell out of me with the occasional peep between her legs, "I've been thinking about you and Eric, and how I'd really like to watch you with another guy again, but just watching this time, and....maybe....getting it on video."

You'd think I'd just given her a diamond by the absolutely elated look spreading across her face, "So you want to start your own little porn collection starring little old me? Well, well, well. What if I told you that I've already started it for you?"

What did you do 'Chel? She pushes herself off of me and walks over to the television, manipulating buttons that I didn't think she knew existed. She spins around to face me before stepping aside, ostensibly to see the look on my face as I get my first glimpse of her, and the lifeguard! You went to the pool today alright. I didn't wince a bit, nor did my eyes shift to Michelle to show any sign of approval or disapproval. I just watched her suck, then fuck our very young looking lifeguard. When it was over I rolled my eyes toward my very antsy girlfriend. God she so wanted to know what I was thinking, but I let her stew, giving an emotionless, "Play that again." Soon her mouth was once again on blondie's cock. She made a move to come back to the sofa, but I stopped her, waiting for just the right moment. I had her hit pause just as she was completing the sword swallowing. There, big as life on my 52 inch LCD, was Michelle with another man's dick down her throat, and I was so fucking turned on! "Come here." She damn near sprinted to my zipper, and in no time, a slow bob began. Her smiling eyes watched me intently as mine shifted back and forth from her to...her.

"Do you like that baby? Watching me make that cock disappear? It tasted soooo good."

She runs her outstretched fingers up my thick seven inches before coiling them tightly around the top for a rather rough jerk back down, obviously enjoying the look of my very engorged member, or maybe she was contemplating a reprisal of her role as the slut in my new favorite porno, Lifeguard Deepthroat Part I. Her gorgeous lips move side to side over my purple head before proceeding up and over. I was no longer distracted by the still image on the screen as Michelle devoured me inch by inch. We both knew it wasn't going to happen, but it was still fun trying, well, at least for me. She took what she could over and over, spitting excess saliva over my cock each time she failed. Eventually she cast me a very resigned look through watery eyes. I grinned and she looked back down at her nemesis, baring her teeth as if ready to...bite! Thankfully it was only a threat, but I once again learned not to tease a woman that had her mouth so close to my dick.

"Can I hit play again?" She asked through giggles and licks of my glistening shaft.

When play resumed Michelle tried to assume her movie position on the back of the sofa. "Uh-uh," I said while pointing down at the coffee table, "right here." I wanted to be able to watch her fuck while I fucked her. She put each knee atop the table then fell forward onto her hands, looking back at me as I stepped in, and ran the head of my cock along her very wet pussy. God she was so fucking sexy, circling her hips as she pushed back against me. Whenever I try to tease her, it backfires. She's just so much better at it than me. I push my way inside, and am soon unable to look anywhere but toward the ceiling, overwhelmed by the dueling Michelle's before me.

"Rooob," she sings, then whispers, "look at me."

My eyes fall back to on-screen Michelle smiling at the camera as she's covered with cum. The TV goes blue, and I pan down once more, quickly hypnotized by the look and feel of me moving in and out. What do I enjoy more? The sensation of being completely inside this sexual dynamo, or the sight of her slightly exposed silken insides as her tight pussy struggles to prevent my withdraw. I choose both, and experience them over and over and over again. Telling me to fuck her harder, or faster, will not be necessary. This won't last very long though, and believe me, Michelle knows it. Her ass escapes my tight grip as she spins away, "Your turn baby." In a moment of inspiration I motion toward the camera, which is eagerly retrieved. Now, centered in the viewfinder, my budding actress gets to work, licking and sucking the tip of my about to erupt shlong as her impossibly green eyes make love to the lens. I zoom in as the camera begins to tremble. Michelle's lips part to give a good shot of my cock spurting into her mouth before pushing me back to make a complete mess of her. As my orgasm subsides I'm pulled back in, shrinking dick now rollling across that beautifully sticky face. "Mmmmmm. Thank you."

Oh, no, no, no. Thank you.

And.....cut.