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By Carlyie M. (attergirl@aol.com)

It was a humid, windless evening, and my husband and I have been entertaining his old college friend, Mike, with rambling stories heavily laced with many bottles of wine since early the afternoon.
Around 7:00 p.m. I could no longer keep my eyes open, and weaved a zigzag line of kisses goodnight around the table, and made my way to bed as the guys loudly droned on about old times.
Although the air was stifling, I fell fast asleep after stripping down to my T-shirt.
Some time later I awoke in a fine sheen of sweat. Looking at the clock I noticed that it was 2:00 AM. The house was dark and quiet; except for the soft snoring of my husband, sound asleep next to me. My shirt stuck to me as I swung my legs off the bed. I needed a glass of water so badly, so I decided to tiptoe downstairs and added a couple of aspirin for good measure.
In the kitchen, I noticed through the doors of the back patio that my husband's friend Mike had chosen to crash outside on our big hammock. Now, that's as mart idea, I thought to myself as I moved closer to the door, finishing my glass of water.
I nearly choked on the last gulp when I realized that he was completely naked, laying on his back in the light of a half-moon, an empty wine bottle on the grass beneath him.
Even from twenty or so feet away, I could clearly see his body evenly tanned and muscular, but not overly so, a hairless chest, a lean flat stomach and, uh, a thick, limber cock gracefully curving over his large balls... and it was uncut.
Suddenly I felt a short quick twinge in my pussy. It was beautiful in ugly sort of way. I'd never seen an uncut cock before in the flesh, and I couldn't take my eyes off of it.
After standing there for I don't know how long and as if in a trance, I saw myself in the glass of the door and I quietly slid it open. I felt the cool grass on the soles of my feet, the cool night air caressing my slippery thighs -until I was suddenly kneeling at his side...my eyes glued to his magnificent strange looking organ.
Silently I glanced at his face. Asleep soundly. His strong smooth chest rose and fell in a perfect sleeping rhythm. My breathing was shallow. I felt my breasts growing a little heavier, my nipples beginning to sprout beneath my damp shirt.
I returned my stare to his cock, and the petals of my pussy wetly blossomed. My mouth grew dry as if I needed to drink in his raw cock...so primitive looking, so animal-like, unleashing something in the depths of my mind...something as raw...as primitive...as an animal.
Slowly I leaned closer, inhaling the delicious musk of Mike's cock and balls, and my head spun...intoxicated. The aroma made my mouth water, and suddenly I was swallowing hard. My nipples were almost painful. My heart threatened to burst through my chest.
Lightly panting...oh god... I blew a long, cool breath through pursed lips over his strange bestial manhood, and delighted in watching his balls slowly move in their fleshy bags...causing his thick, veiny cock and all to roll towards me...the fleshy hood surrounding the head.
How cute I thought...it wants to play...it's flirting with me. I adjusted my lips to blow the next stream directly at the tip of his strange looking and handsome organ. His meaty cock responded again, this time sleepily raising just enough to lift the fleshy knob off of his thigh, fattening just a little...the hood pulling back just a bit to reveal a hint of purple cockhead. My greedy pussy received another delicious twinge at the sight of his slight arousal.
I couldn't help myself; I knew that I was crossing over a barrier that might kill my marriage. My hand reached out, and one long-nailed finger touched the skin of his shaft lightly...just the nail, and teasingly, ever-soslowly, traces the thick ridge of muscle...all the way up towards the partially covered purple knob.
I watched with little-girl delight and curiosity as his prickmeat twitched again and thickened as if it was giggling from my tickling nail...until just below meaty his hood.
Mike suddenly grunted in his sleep and rolled over onto his stomach, hunching his hips into the netting. My heart skipped a beat as I toyed with the idea to run away, to go back to my bed and husband and forget what lay here in our big hammock.
Part of me said "my fun is over, go back to bed." But another part of me had been taken over...and that part said, "I must see this lovely organ in full bloom."
I ducked down on all fours to look under the hammock, and was greeted with the sight of a half-hard cock, neatly framed through one hole of net, his balls straining through two others. I shuddered as a miniorgasm passed through me, untouched, making me pant a little harder, my mouth open and wet.
And then I was on my back underneath him, his raw, animal cock only inches from my lips. I felt dizzy. My tongue slid out of my mouth as my neck strained upwards, and I whimpered as I made teasing contact with his delicious piece of meat...the tip of my tongue lightly flicking at the fleshy opening of his foreskin...teasing...burrowing...painting the bit of purple cockhead that was beginning to emerge further from the fleshy hood.
Mike was still silent above me, but my mind was shutting down, closing out the world around me as I concentrated only on the treat in front of me. My tongue coaxed more of his glistening cockhead out, a thin line of saliva connecting us, and his stalk continued to slowly thicken and lengthen...until I no longer had to raise my neck from the cool grass.
His raw purplish knob was now swimming in a pool of my saliva between my teeth and cupped lips. I bathed it lovingly, letting my teeth wetly slide back and forth across it.
To my satisfaction on he reached his full length... a thick, gorgeous hunk of cockmeat...firm and demanding and my mouth was forced open to accept a few inches of him. I clasped my lips so very lightly around his stiff shaft, caressing rather than sucking, as my eager tongue wrestled his juicy cockhead out of its hood, his knob was a salty velvet balloon.
We were one now, connected cock to mouth. I watched his balls move and rose slightly as my lips closed behind his cock-knob. My mouth began to milk it...so gently...almost chewing...nibbling. My head moved gently side to side, like a lazy fish, hooked. I burrowed my tongue into his cockhole, tasting his salty precome, and my hands slid down my hips and meet at my pussy...fingers of one splayed to hold me open...two fingers of the other splayed on either side of my tortured clit.
Finally he was so hard, no longer a playful organ...now a demanding thing. I whimpered softly as I worked myself slowly to orgasm, nursing on my mouthful of salty cockmeat, drawing us both ecstasy, he in slumber and me in a fiery blaze.
I could feel his pounding heartbeat against my tight lips... transmitted from the throbbing cock in my mouth. I could hear his breathing becoming more erratic. The mixed fear and excitement that he would wake and catch me doing this nasty perverted act made me almost crazy with excitement, causing me to work my fingers and mouth harder and faster.
My pussy made wet juicy noises as it opened and closed around two fingers, my clit being raped by the palm of my hand as I fucked myself almost violently. The still night air is awash in my scent.
I was coming...building...my delicious orgasm... it's going to blind me. My eyes were clamped shut as my hips humped my fingers, and by reflex and instinct my mouth sucked hard on the bloated cockhead of the lovely man suspended above me, my tongue pressing against it... drawing... sucking...
Then that beautiful tremble...that primal, slight pause from a cock that was ready... The thought of what was about to happen pushed me over the edge...and I came so hard...hips writhing...mouth slackened as long, thick streams of hot salty come filled my mouth.
Finally I turned my head, releasing his meat... helpless inside of my own orgasm... and felt his strong cock pressed against my cheek, pumping and retreating as his seed gushed out and down my neck, and out of my gasping mouth.
I tried to calm myself as my orgasm gradually subsided, opening my eyes to see Mike's glorious manhood slowly shrinking...his cockhead slipping back into the slippery foreskin, shining almost silver in the dim white light from the moon above us. It was still dripping come onto my soaked T-shirt as it reseeded.
All was soon quiet again. Mike seemed to have slept through it all.
I slipped out from under him and took my T-shirt off, wiping up his spilled seed from my neck, face, and shoulders.
Quietly I slipped back into the house, threw my shirt into the laundry, and slipped back into bed, hotter than before...but oh so satisfied.

In the morning during breakfast Mike was telling my husband how well he'd slept. He said, "Boy, I'll have to visit you guys more often, I can't remember when I have slept so well. That hammock of yours in really great.
I just smiled as I was cooking the bacon when I darling husband responded, "Mike you're welcome to stay over any time you're in town, I'm sure Sheila won't feel put out.
He was so right about that...