Garrett Cums For A Visit

Butterflies flew through my stomach as I led Garrett into our living room. My husband closed the front door behind him, making small talk. He offered him a beer, which he accepted as he plopped down on the loveseat. Will sat down on the couch across the room and I snuggled up to him, being as physically affectionate with my husband as possible. I was in uncharted waters, and clinging to him made me feel safe. Plus, I didn’t want Garrett to get the wrong idea. This wasn’t about humiliation, or dissatisfaction with my husband — this was all for fun. And God, would it be fun…

The three of us talked for what felt like hours. We were all too nervous to make the first move. Finally, after several eons, I leaned over and whispered in Will’s ear, casting an impish glance in Garrett’s direction.

“Can I sit with him?”

Will laughed. “Yeah, of course. It’s your party.”

I sat next to Garrett, who put his arm around me. We kissed — he’d been smoking — and I could feel my heart pounding. Then, we all resumed talking, again seemingly for hours.

“Maybe we should go to the bedroom,” I interjected, growing a little impatient.

“Okay,” Will answered, rising from the couch. Garrett followed us back to our room, where Will already had three cameras rolling.

Garrett picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him. He carried me to the bed and laid me down, kissing me slowly while my clothes came off piece by piece.

He took his jeans off sat on the edge of the bed as I unhooked my bra. I climbed on his lap wearing nothing but my lace black panties, Will sitting on a chair behind us, getting hard. We made out for a while with me straddling his lap, grinding my ass against his bulge.

Finally, it was time for both of us to fully undress. He spun me around, laying me gently on the Queen-sized bed. He slowly pulled his underwear down, just enough to let his cock hang out, and…

I smiled, my head dropped back and I closed my eyes. Wow. He grinned. He knew he was hung. I reached out to touch him…God, his cock was so heavy, so thick… I stroked him a little, playing with my new toy. I leaned forward to take him into my mouth. I didn’t have to lean very far. In this position, I was used to hunching over, practically curling my spine in half to reach Will’s dick to blow him. Garrett’s dick met me halfway.

Finally, after getting his cock nice and wet, I was ready to try him. I laid on my back and he reached for a condom.

“Oh, um...” I trailed off. Well, better safe than sorry, I suppose. After all, I didn’t really know him.

Gently, he eased his hulking cock inside me. I was relaxed, ready for everything he had to give me. Still, he was gentle with me, obviously concerned that I wouldn’t be able to handle him. He was probably used to hurting cute little girls like me, even though he didn’t want to. Standing by the edge of the bed, he didn’t go all the way in, I was sure of it. But god damn, I was full. He slid in and out of me, inch by inch, letting me get a feel for him. I reached up to his neck and brought him down to me, pressing his chest against my breasts. Will watched us from the edge of the bed as I wrapped my legs around him and we kissed. I clung to him as he worked up speed, thrusting still ever-so-gently into me.

“Mmmmmm…oh, yeah…oh, baby…yes…”

After a few minutes of the missionary position, I was ready to graduate to doggystyle. Ambitious, I know. I rolled onto my knees and Garrett climbed on the bed. He tried to slide his cock into me, but he was too big — I suddenly had a flashback to the first weekend Will and I had spent in a hotel room. I’d lied to my parents and said I was going to my cousin’s house. My cousin covered for me on the condition that she could hear all the lurid details of our little fling. Will struggled immensely to get his dick inside me in this position. My teenage pussy was so extremely tight, he really had to fight to get it in. After several minutes of struggle, he penetrated me and (mercifully) came very quickly, as any man would have. That wasn’t a problem anymore in our far more experienced mid-20s, but Garrett struggled just as mightily as Will had back then. After a few seconds, he penetrated me, triumphant. My vision flashed white and I suppressed a yelp of pain. Holy fucking fuck, Jesus fucking Christ. Fuck fuck fuck. I closed my eyes, grateful that he couldn’t see my face. He grabbed both of my shoulders and went deep. Fuck! It really fucking hurt! He sped up, spurred on by the immense pleasure of my tight little pussy. My hand involuntarily reached down to my clit and I pressed my palm against it, trying not to show how much it hurt. He grabbed my hair and started pounding me harder, unable to resist.

I lasted about five seconds, literally. As nonchalantly as I could, I leaned away from him, pulling his giant monster cock out of me and flipping onto my back. Oh my god, the relief. I think he understood, but there was blood in the water. He thrust his dick inside me and I wrapped my legs around him again. Yes, this was much better. He pounded me, driving me into the mattress, his balls slapping against my asshole.

Finally, he gained some composure and slowed down, making love to me while my husband watched. This was good. He sank his cock deeper and deeper into me. After a few minutes, he was going balls deep.

Fuck, I was getting bred. He kept going and going, holding me down while he bred me. I loved that word.

“Mmmmm, keep breeding me, daddy,” I moaned. “Breed me, daddy…”