When he returned to his lodgings after his reconnection with June, James found a message that made him smile with satisfaction as his patience was rewarded. It was from Peter Wood, asking him to call. James thought about it as he showered before going to bed. He had told Peter and Beth to contact him when Beth had stopped her birth control. The thought that she had now done so, made his cock stir. He stroked it absentmindedly as he imagined spraying his virile sperm into her fertile body.

When he woke up the next morning, he decided that he would call Peter before he left for university. He went to the communal phone in the general area.

"Peter Wood here," he heard Peter say.

"Hello Peter, you asked me to call."

"Er, yes. Hello James. Thank you for calling so soon."

"No problem. What is it you wanted?"

"Um, er, well ….." Peter stuttered.

"Get on with it, Peter. Has Beth done as I asked?"

"Yes."

"When did she stop?"

"A few months ago, shortly after you told her."

"So why have you waited so long to call?"

"Er. Beth. Er. We couldn't….er."

"Oh, shut up, Peter. I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses. Just make sure the two of you come round tonight at 7.30."

"I'm not sure.."

"I'm not asking, Peter," James interrupted, his voice harsh, "I'll see you tonight," and put down the phone. He was, however, delighted. With Beth's surrender to his demands, the final piece was falling into place. Jill was already pregnant, Mandy would be ovulating this week and likely to be carrying his child by the end of the weekend, and now Beth's womb would be ripe for his fertile cum. He returned to his room and gathered his things together before leaving for university.

During the day he found it quite difficult to concentrate on his studies, as his mind was occupied with thoughts of how the evening would unfold. He needed to rebuild his intimacy with Beth while making sure that she would do anything he wanted, and at the same time reaffirm his dominance over the couple.

When he got home in the evening, he changed into shorts and a T-shirt, then went for a run, returning home again at around 7.00. To his surprise, he saw Peter's car outside in the street. He went up to it and saw Beth and Peter sitting inside, talking. He stood in front of the car so that they could see him, waiting as Peter got out.

"Hello Peter," he said, "you guys are early."

"Yes, traffic was very light."

James knew this was an excuse. They were also excited at seeing him again.

"Well, why don't you come inside and wait while I have a quick shower," he said then went to the passenger door, holding it open for Beth.

"Hello Beth," he said as she got out, "please excuse my sweaty body, but you're earlier than I expected."

"That's alright," she said, smiling, "I've seen you sweating before."

James laughed and led them into the lodging and his room before turning round to look at them appraisingly. Beth was wearing a flowery cotton sundress. Peter was wearing a polo shirt and cotton slacks.

"Peter, you sit on the chair at the desk. Beth can sit in the comfortable chair. I'll have a quick shower."

He turned around and retrieved a large towel from the cupboard before going into the small bathroom, taking off his clothes, and stepping into the shower. When he was finished, he towelled himself off then wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out into his room.

"Are you guys ok?" he asked.

"Fine," Beth replied, as she looked at the vision in front of her. He hasn't changed, she thought, as her eyes roamed over his half-naked body, his handsome face under that flaming mop of red hair, his broad chest with its covering of equally red hair, his muscular legs half-visible under the towel. She wished it would fall down so that she could see his wonderful cock.

"Great," he said, and went to sit on the edge of the bed, facing them. "Now, tell me how you guys have been and, more importantly, why you've been such strangers."

"Er, well…" Peter started.

"I'm sorry we didn't contact you sooner," Beth interrupted, cutting him off, "but we needed to sort things out between ourselves."

"What things?"

"Whether we wanted any more children."

"I didn't talk about children, Beth. All I said was that you should stop your birth control. That makes sex much more exciting."

"Yes, but what if it goes wrong?"

"That's the exciting part. The risk."

"Will you pull out before you climax if I ask you to?"

"If that's what you want, of course I will."

"Well, that's what we want at the moment."

"Very well, then, coitus interruptus it is."

But James had no intention of pulling out. He wanted to fill this woman with his sperm and fertilise her eggs, to make her husband watch his wife grow fat with another man's child in her womb. He might have to wait a while, but eventually Beth would beg him to cum inside her.

"So, Peter, are you happy now?"

"Yes."

"Good, but if Beth changes her mind, I won't pull out and there's a risk that she might become pregnant. Are you happy with that?"

"I wouldn't say happy, but I would accept it."

"Very well, then. It's all settled," James said, pleased with the answer. He did not want the responsibility of raising a child. That was for the cuckold to do. He got off the bed and stood in front of them.

"Let's pick up from where we left off last time," he said, unwrapping the towel from his waist and dropping it onto the floor.

"Oh God, it's even better than I remember," Beth murmured, "you are a big boy."

"Get up and help your wife undress," James said to Peter.

Peter got off his chair and went over to Beth. He took her hand and helped her up, then stood behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She stood there dressed only in her bra and panties.

"Take off her bra."

Peter did as he was told, then stood back as James gazed at his wife's naked tits.

"God, you've got magnificent tits," James breathed.

Beth stepped over to him and reached down to fondle his genitals, her palm cupping his hanging shaft, her fingers rubbing his pendulous balls, feeling the hairs on his sac as she moved his testicles. She squeezed her hand around his shaft, feeling it respond and grow.

Peter returned to his chair and sat down, looking at James's groin, watching the way his cock hardened and grew as his wife played with it until it stood out from the thick patch of curly red pubic hair. Even when he was erect, the boy's long foreskin still covered his glans, but the outline of the mushroom-shaped cockhead was clearly visible beneath the skin. It was twice the size of Peter's. He reached down to unzip his trousers so that he could stroke his small but hardening cock.

James pulled Beth towards him and gazed at her face, his green eyes boring into hers, before bending forward and kissing her on the mouth, his lips sucking at hers as his tongue probed between them. She felt his tongue enter her mouth and lick her teeth. She sucked at it, her tongue curling around the tip of his, enjoying his presence inside her mouth. She felt his hands on her breasts, lifting and squeezing them.

Peter watched the two of them as their bodies moved with pleasure at their mutual touching, Beth's one hand stroking James's cock while the other held his butt. James mauled her tits, pulling at her long nipples, until he let them go and slid his hands down her waist to cup her butt cheeks. Peter felt his heart rate grow and his skin tingle as he saw James's fingers pull at the small red panties that barely covered his wife's pussy, moving the gusset to the side so that his fingers could touch her slit.

"Mmm," James murmured, breaking their kiss, "your cunt feels nice and wet."

"Just getting ready for you," Beth replied as she stroked his cock, "this thing is big. It needs lots of lubrication."

James looked at Peter, smiling at his wife's words.

"Well, I suppose that's a change from your husband," James said, looking at him and smiling.

"Oh God, yes," Beth replied.

"Put that little thing away, Peter, and come over here," James ordered.

Peter tucked his cock back into his fly, stood up and walked over to stand in front of him. The boy's presence, masculinity and dominance completely overwhelmed him. He wanted to please this god, to serve him, to do anything to gain his approval.

"Hold my cock, Peter," James said, turning Beth around to face her husband.

Peter reached down and took James's cock out of his wife's hand. It felt huge in his hand, much bigger than his own. His thumb and fingers did not meet when he wrapped them around the shaft. It was warm and velvety, throbbing with its owner's pulse, yet as rigid as a rod of steel. His heart lurched at the feeling of power in his hand.

"Pull back my foreskin so that you can see my head."

Peter did as he was told, revealing James's large mushroom-shaped cockhead, precum dripping from its slit. He groaned as he rubbed a finger over it, smearing the precum over the glans.

"That's what's going into your wife's cunt, Peter, deep inside. That's what's going to shoot jet after jet of my cum into her deepest recesses, filling her until it oozes out around my cock to run down her thighs."

"Oh, God, yes," Peter sighed quietly, his cock jerking inside his trousers.

"Take off your wife's panties, Peter."

Peter let go of James's cock and pulled Beth's panties down her thighs, then knelt down and pulled them all the way to her ankles. She stepped out of them. Peter's face was now level with James's cock and he didn't hesitate. He leaned in and wrapped his lips around it as his fingers played with James's balls.

James smiled and reached down to feel for Beth's slit, his fingers slipping between her protruding labia as he bent over and sucked her neck, leaving a lovebite. Beth sighed as she felt two fingers slipping between her into the entrance of her vagina. Her juices were now oozing out of her cunt, wetting James's fingers as he rubbed around her vaginal entrance.

"Mmmmm," she murmured, "that's nice."

"What's coming is better,' he replied, "turn round and put your right foot on the bed. Peter, you know what to do when she's ready."

Beth did as he said, bending over slightly and tilting her cunt so that he could enter easily.

"Please fuck me, James. Put that monster inside my pussy."

"I can't right now. Your husband is sucking it."

"For fuck's sake, Peter, put his cock in me," she snapped.

Peter reluctantly pulled his mouth off James's cock and positioned his cockhead at the entrance to Beth's cunt, nestling between her labia. James flicked his hips upwards pushing his cock into her entrance, his foreskin rolling back down his shaft as his glans tunnelled into her moist channel.

"Aaaah," Beth sighed, rolling her hips as his cock went ever deeper inside her. She gave a little start as his glans bumped into her cervix before it slid underneath and burrowed deeper into her core until it nudged the end of her vagina.

Peter watched in awe as James's huge cock disappeared into his wife's cunt, her labia tightly wrapped around the thick shaft, caressing it as they were dragged inwards. He could hardly believe that the damn thing would fit inside her, but eventually James's whole member was completely enveloped and his pubic hair was brushing his wife's butt.

James kept still for a short while then started fucking Beth with long, slow strokes, his low-hanging balls swinging to and fro. He reached round to hold her tits, squeezing the flesh as he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

Beth reached out and put her right hand on the wall behind the head of the bed, steadying herself against his thrusts. She felt stuffed by his huge member. It filled every crevice inside her vaginal stretching the walls and invading her abdomen. It felt as though he was in her stomach and she loved it. She felt completely taken and overwhelmed, part of his body.

"Oh God, James," she moaned, "you feel so good. You are the best."

James felt his ego swell. This mature, experienced, married woman was his. He could have her any time he wanted. He started fucking her faster and harder, his cock slamming into her deepest recesses. He felt Peter's hand on his balls, holding them from swinging wildly around. He took his right hand off Beth's tit and felt for her clitoris, rubbing it as he fucked her.

Beth felt a jolt of pleasure surge through her groin as his fingers found her clit. Juices were flooding out of her pussy and forming a ring of white around her cunt. Her clit was pulsing and her nerves were jangling. She could feel the hairs on the skin of her upper arms standing out as a rushing noise filled her ears. Her breathing was laboured and she grunted with each thrust of James's rock-hard cock.

"Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh."

The noise in her ears grew louder and her world receded. Everything centred around the feelings inside her groin. She could feel every ridge of his cock, the rim of his corona, the movement of his foreskin, the tip of his glans against her back wall.

"Oh God. Oh fuck. Oh James. Cum. Please cum. I want your cum. Oh my God."

James fucked her relentlessly. He struggled to keep his arousal under control, but he was very close to his climax. His cock throbbed with jerking movements as his body tried to reach that peak of pleasure, there was an incredible itch around his glans that begged for relief and Peter's fingers on his testicles made them twitch with pleasure.

Beth's cunt was clutching at his shaft, her vaginal muscles massaging it. His glans was hyper-sensitive, surges of pleasure running around it as it probed the uneven surfaces inside her vagina. Then suddenly he was there. He grunted as he gave a huge thrust and held still, all of his muscles tense. A huge stream of semen surged up his urethra and shot out of the slit of his cockhead, flooding Beth's vagina with his thick, slippery cum.

Beth felt his cock grow inside her, then the jet of semen hitting her back wall before swirling around to coat her insides with its slippery consistency.

"Yes," she cried, "yes. Oh God."

Her cunt pulsed rhythmically, clutching and releasing his cock. Every time he ejaculated, it grasped his shaft, trying to eke out every drop of life-giving semen. And so they climaxed together, his cock jerking, her cunt spasming in perfect timing until his climax ended and hers subsided.

James held his cock inside her for a short while, then pulled it out. It sprang out, flicking some drops of semen over Peter's face. A large blob of semen then oozed out of Beth's slit, hanging down for a while before detaching itself and falling onto the floor. More cum oozed out, dribbling down her thigh.

Peter knew what to do next. He leaned in and licked the shaft of James's cock before taking it in his mouth and sucking the remnants of cum out of his slit as he licked around his glans. When he finished, he licked the cum off Beth's thigh and around her slit.

Beth waited for him to finish, then put her foot down on the floor again. She turned around and kissed James.

"Thank you, darling," she said, "that was incredible."

"My pleasure," James replied.

He turned to Peter.

"Did you enjoy it?" He asked.

"God, yes," Peter replied.

"I thought so. You seemed to like holding my balls as I ejaculated inside your wife's cunt."

"Er…I…."

"It's fine, Peter," James interrupted, "I know you wish your balls were like mine and that you could cum like I do, but you can't. I also know it excites you when I cum in your wife, doesn't it?"

Peter did not reply, but he knew James was right. He had been hugely aroused by feeling James's balls as he fucked his wife. They were big and hairy, the epitome of masculinity, and when he'd felt them rise in their sac, he knew that James was about to cum and fire tens of millions of sperm into his wife's vagina. That had tipped him over the edge and he had cum in his pants.

James turned back to Beth.

"So, Beth, I suppose we better start paying attention to your cycle. When did your last period finish?"

"Yesterday. That's why Peter called."

"Oh, good. That means we've got several days before we need to be careful."

But James had no intention of being careful. She should be fertile on the weekend after next and he would do his best to knock her up. He smiled as he thought about impregnating her a week after he impregnated Mandy.

"When can we do this again?" Beth asked, stroking his cheek.

"It will have to be next week," James replied. "I've got a lot on at Uni at the moment."

Beth's face fell. James took her hand and rubbed it.

"Don't worry," he said, "I'll make it up to you. Let's agree on Monday and Wednesday next week. Peter can come and fetch me at 7.00. Then perhaps we can set aside the weekend. I could come round on Friday and stay until Sunday."

"Oh, that sounds fabulous," Beth cried, her face brightening up. "Peter, pass me my clothes. We should go now and leave this young man to do his studies."

Peter retrieved his wife's clothes from the floor and passed them to her. James watched her as she got dressed, wondering how wet her panties would be by the time she was back home. He liked the idea of his semen leaking out of her cunt into her panties. Some of his previous girlfriends had told him that his semen leaked out for several hours after he'd fucked them.

Once she was dressed, Beth gave him a warm hug and kissed him again.

"I've really missed you," she said, fondling his cock momentarily. "I'm glad we've reconnected."

"Yes, it's been good seeing you again," Peter said before taking his wife's hand and walking with her to the door.

James walked over with them and let them out, then returned to take a shower. As he lathered himself, he thought about the evening's activities and how they had turned out. Everything was progressing as he had planned.

After finishing his shower he got dressed again. He hadn't had anything to eat since lunchtime and decided he would go out and get something.

As he left his room and walked down the hall, he saw the lodgings shared telephone. On impulse, he picked it up and dialled Mary, his artist friend and occasional fuck.

"Hello Mary," he said when she answered, "it's James here. How are you?"

"James!" Mary cried, "I haven't heard from you in ages. I'm fine, thanks, and you? Still screwing everything that has a pulse?"

"I'm great thanks and no, I'm being more selective these days," he replied, laughing.

"I don't believe you."

"Hey, I was wondering if I could come and visit you tonight. I'm just going to buy myself a take-out. Could I do the same for you?"

"Sure. Get me something Chinese and come round."

"Will do. See you soon."

They hung up and James left. He took a bus to Mary's neighbourhood, then bought some food at the local Chinese restaurant, then walked to Mary's apartment and rang the bell. Mary opened the door and held out her arms for a hug. They embraced, then kissed briefly before going to the kitchen and serving out the Chinese take-out.

After they'd finished eating, Mary made some coffee and they went to the living room and sat down, facing each other.

"Do you have any painting projects on the go right now!" James asked.

"Yes, I'm doing some portraits for friends. We can look at them a little later."

"I'd like that."

"What about you? Are your studies going well?"

"Yes, they are. I'm on top of things."

"That's good. What about your social life?"

"Nothing spectacular. No steady girlfriends. What about you?"

"We can get to me later. Are you still having it off with Dan's' girlfriend?"

"It depends who you mean. Sandy left him and I haven't seen her in a while. He's now going out with June."

"Ah. The one whose virginity you destroyed."

"I prefer 'the one you introduced to the pleasures of sex'."

"Are you still seeing her?"

"Er. There's a story there."

James felt embarrassed. Mary was the only one of his friends who could make him feel that way.

"Oh, really? What is it?"

"Um, well, I bumped into them together and invited myself around for dinner on Tuesday."

"And ……?"

"Er, things got a little out of hand and I slept with her."

"Oh, James, that's bullshit and you know it. I bet you planned it from the time you bumped into her. I suppose you made Dan watch as well."

"Yes."

"That was cruel. I know Dan is a prick, but that must have been incredibly humiliating for him, especially as it's the second time. You did that with Sandy a few months back."

"I know. It's not that I set out to be cruel, but I have this drive in me to fuck women who belong to other men. I want to make them prefer me as their sexual partner. But I also want the men to know that what was once their exclusive domain now belongs to someone else."

Mary looked at him appraisingly.

"You're an intelligent man and a very good-looking one. You've also been blessed with some exceptional physical assets which have given you sexual confidence and made you a dominant male. You exude masculinity, and most women will have an instinctual desire to mate with you, whether they recognise it or not. That gives you huge power, but you need to control it."

Mary spoke with some feeling. She and James had an on-off sexual relationship and she knew how exciting he was. He was the best lover she'd ever had, even better than his father, Alan, with whom she'd had a fling. She knew that she would always be there for him if he called.

"I know, Mary, but it's difficult. Seeing the conflict on a man's face as he watches the intensity of his wife's orgasm as I fuck her and empty my balls into her cunt, gives me immense satisfaction. It's even better if they're not on birth control."

Mary felt a little shudder of pleasure pass through her body as she listened to him. She stretched out her hand to take his.

"Be careful, James. Having a child is a lifelong commitment. It changes lives forever. You should know that."

"I do, only too well. You know my history."

"Well, then, even more reason to be controlled."

"Yes, but what if the women want it? What if they want to have my child?"

He didn't tell her that, in reality, this was because he wanted to impregnate women who were beholden to other men, to make those men watch their partners grow with his child, a constant reminder that he was the better and preferred sexual partner.

"What's going on, James? What have you done?"

And so James told her. He told her how he had become the dominant male in three marriages, that June was now pregnant, and that Mandy and Beth would be pregnant before long. Mary listened intently. She was impressed with his seductive skills, but concerned about the direction his life was taking. It was one thing to be a consummate lover, seducing other men's women, but quite another to produce numerous offspring who would one day learn that their biological father was someone else.

"James," she said, once he had finished, "do you want your children to face the same things that you have just faced in eighteen years' time? To discover their biological father is different and to deal with all the years of deceit and cover-up? I understand what you've done and what you will do in the next month, but you do need to work out what you want in life."

James looked at her with wide eyes. He hadn't thought of the similarity with his own situation and how he'd struggled to deal with discovering his biological father.

"Thanks for listening, Mary," he said, "I needed to share it with someone I trust and respect."

"You can always talk with me."

"I should probably leave now."

"You're welcome to stay."

"Am I really? Would you mind? I promise I won't do anything I shouldn't."

"Of course I don't mind," Mary said, laughing, "and there's nothing you shouldn't do."

"Thanks, Mary. You're a true friend."

Mary brought out a bottle of brandy and they carried on talking about other things. Before long they were both quite relaxed. Eventually, Mary took him by the hand and led him to her bed. They undressed and got in, lying side by side, James spooning her from behind, his hand over her waist.

"Good night," he said, kissing the back of her neck.

"Night, night," she replied, holding her hand over his as they drifted off to sleep.

James woke up the next morning, lying on his back, naked, his cock erect. He wondered where he was, then remembered the night before. The bed next to him was empty. He turned to face the room and saw Mary sitting on a chair, also naked, with a sketchbook in her hand.

"Morning," he said, "what are you doing?"

"Drawing you. You looked so peaceful."

"Can I see?"

Mary got up and walked over to sit on the bed. She showed him her sketch.

"Ah. I see you've drawn it true to life."

Mary smiled and put a hand on his cock.

"Of course I have. Your cock is beautiful. I have a whole series of drawings showing it in various states."

He smiled at her, reaching up to stroke her face.

She leaned over and kissed him, then put the sketchbook on the floor and climbed onto the bed, straddling him and lowering herself until her slit pressed on the shaft of his cock, forcing it onto his abdomen. She wriggled her hips then moved them back and forth, sliding her cunt along the underside of his shaft.

James looked into her eyes and smiled. He reached up and fondled her tits, his fingers tweaking her nipples. She smiled back at him, licking her lips, then reached behind herself to fondle his balls as she slid back and forth along his cock.

James looked down his body as he felt his cock jerk and grow with her actions. Her movements were rolling his foreskin back and forth, revealing his glans with precum oozing from its slit and then hiding it again. He could see her labia parting and glistening with her juices as the shaft of his rigid cock separated them. Her clitoris, large and engorged, stood out from its hood, dipping down onto his cock when she slid backwards.

"Does that feel good, big boy?"

"Very, but it would feel better inside your cunt."

"Oh, I don't know about that," she replied, as she gently rolled his testicles between her fingers.

James's cock was beginning to itch with frustration. He wanted to feel the warm caress of her vagina enveloping his whole member. He tried angling his hips to thrust upwards, but she kept him in position, sitting firmly on him.

He felt her fingers move from his testicles and higher up his scrotum, gripping the sac near the base of his cock and tugging at it to stretch the skin of his shaft. That pulled his foreskin right back so that his cockhead was completely exposed and rubbed directly along her gash, the folds of her labia tickling his corona. It felt fantastic.

"Fucking hell, Mary. Where did you learn to do that?"

"Just natural know-how."

"Shit, it feels good."

Mary was beginning to feel that irritating need for relief starting to develop deep inside her. James was tugging at her nipples, using them to pull her tits around and sending little jolts of pleasure through her body. Her clitoris felt hot and itchy, and desperately needed to be scratched. Her breathing was irregular and she was grunting involuntarily.

James let go of her tits to put his arms around her and pull her down towards him until her tits were close to his face. He lifted his head and sucked her right areola into his mouth, his teeth raking her nipple. As her body tilted forward his cock slid back until his glans was just beneath her vaginal entrance. He reached down with his right hand and held it in place, at the same time pulling his hips down on the bed and then thrusting upwards.

"Aaaaaaah." Mary gave a long drawn-out moan as his cock slid into her vagina, its large head forcing apart her vaginal walls as it burrowed deep inside her, stretching everything on its journey to the end of her canal.

"Fuck, you're big," she growled, then started moving up and down on his cock. He moved his hands to her butt, pulling her down and then pushing her up, at the same time moving his hips in the opposite direction to her movements.

They fucked each other in perfect harmony, his huge cock pounding in and out of her cunt. She made small circular movements with her hips as she bounced up and down, making his cockhead stimulate every crevice inside her, and sending little frissons of excitement through his groin.

After several minutes, they were both breathing heavily. James stopped moving as he was buried deep inside her, moved his hands to her waist to hold her down, then lifted his hips higher and rolled the two of them over until she was under him. He grinned at her as he looked down at her face.

"Now who's in charge?"

"Shut up and fuck me," she said, looking into his green eyes, then taking in his mop of flaming red hair, his broad chest and muscular arms. He exuded sex and she wanted it. She wanted to be taken, to be ravished, to be used by him.

James licked her face from her chin to her eyes, then put his arms under her thighs and lifted her legs to put them over his shoulders, making her almost helpless. It also shortened her vagina. He pressed forward, pushing her thighs down until they squashed her tits and his head was next to hers.

"I'm going to fuck you until you scream," he whispered, then pulled back his hips until his cock was nearly out before thrusting forward hard and deep, forcing her butt down onto the mattress.

"Ooof," she gasped as she felt his cock batter its way past her cervix to bang into the end of her vagina.

James started thrusting rhythmically with long, hard strokes, quite fast and as deep as he could go. Mary gripped his forearms as he pounded into her, her eyes staring into his as her vagina slowly started stretching and more of his shaft disappeared inside her cunt. It wasn't long before he was completely inside and he stopped moving, resting with his cockhead in her posterior fornix, his corona brushing her cervix. Precum was streaming out of his slit.

Mary felt stuffed and she loved it. She felt full of a hot, vital member, pulsing with his heartbeat and making them one body. It was as though he were embedded in her very being. She flexed her pelvic muscles, making her vaginal walls ripple along his shaft and clench his glans. His cock jerked and grew in response. She repeated it again and again until she felt him start to move.

James felt her vaginal contractions. They made his nerves tingle and his cock itch. He started thrusting to try and scratch the itch, but that just increased the stimulation, and soon he was pounding in and out of her fast and hard. He did not think about what he was doing. All that mattered was to assuage that itch.

Mary felt completely possessed by him, as though she were part of his body, her flesh part of his. His cock felt unbelievably exciting inside her, stimulating every nerve in her vagina and making her cry out. Her clitoris was on fire as it was dragged down with each instroke to rub the top of his invading shaft, sending spasms of pleasure through her groin. Her world gradually closed in on her until the only thing that mattered was the intense feelings flooding through her body.

Her eyes closed and she flung her arms out onto the bed, clutching the sheet in her hands as her body bounced around under his like a rag doll. She mewled as he thrust in her, the intensity of her rapture increasing until suddenly, with a scream of passion, her orgasm broke. Her muscles tensed and a stream of fluid spurted out of the top of her cunt to spray over James's pubic hair as her body shook, her limbs jerking uncontrollably as her orgasm swept over her.

James stopped thrusting, his cock halfway inside her cunt. He was used to his sexual partners achieving orgasmic highs, with many of them squirting, but he'd never seen an orgasm as intense as this. Her cunt gripped and released his cock in time with her bodily spasms, keeping his arousal level at a high pitch, until slowly the contractual rhythms subsided and her body relaxed.

"I told you that you would scream," he said, laughing.

"Fucking hell, James, I've never done that before," she replied breathlessly. "You better let me put my legs down before I get a cramp."

James lifted his chest off hers and moved his arms as she slid her legs off his shoulders and placed her feet on the bed, her knees bent, her butt resting on the bed.

"Oooo! It's really wet," she exclaimed, "I was so into myself that I didn't feel you cum."

"I didn't, that's all you."

"You mean you haven't cum?"

"No."

"Oh dear. We'll have to do something about that."

Mary reached up and stroked his cheek as she looked at him. She felt safe and protected and very close to him. 'God,' she thought, 'this man has such power. I can see why women fall for him all the time.' She moved her legs to wrap around his, her feet hooked against his calves, then tightened her pelvic muscles to squeeze his cock.

James looked down at her as he felt her cunt massaging him, then started to move, this time with long, slow strokes, pausing as his cock was fully inside before pulling it back again until it was nearly out and pausing there.

Her vagina felt warm and wet, its walls clasping at his cock as it moved back and forth inside, the spongy flesh caressing every inch of its stretched skin and stimulating its nerves.

His balls swung back and forth with his movements, banging against her butt as his cock buried itself deep in her velvety clasp.

"Fuck, you feel good," he growled as he fucked her, slowly increasing his speed.

It never ceased to amaze him how every cunt felt different. The size, the depth, the positioning of the cervix, the texture of the vaginal walls, the irregularities, the labia, everything. He'd fucked numerous women of all ages, and they were all different.

He particularly loved feeling a new cunt for the first time and, if it was virginal, that was the best. Breaking her hymen and taking her into an adult world of pleasure was the ultimate, especially as he knew she would always remember him and his large cock and yearn for him.

He hadn't fucked Mary for quite a while, so her cunt felt almost new to him.

Mary didn't answer. She smiled with warmth and tenderness towards him, then started to fuck him back, angling her hips and bracing her legs against his, using her feet that were hooked around his calves. Her pubic bone was now banging against his as they matched their rhythm to each other, both of them concentrating on taking pleasure.

James lowered himself to rest on her chest but still took the weight on his arms. He licked her neck all the way up one side, then sucked her earlobe before kicking inside her ear. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

He left her ear and licked her eyelids, then her nose, then her lips. She opened them and licked his tongue, then bit his chin gently. He smiled, then started to thrust hard. She grabbed his shoulder blades, her nails pressing into his flesh as her body absorbed the shock of his thrusts.

He fucked her harder and faster, his cock plundering her vagina. She felt his balls banging against her butt and thought of the millions of sperm waiting to flood into her uterus. She moved her right hand down his back and felt for them, squeezing them gently in her fingers as if to make them shoot their load up through his urethra and into her cunt, as she felt a warm glow starting to spread through her groin.

"Cum for me, lover boy, fill my cunt with your cum,' she breathed, "I want to feel your cock jerk and squirt your semen inside me."

Her words tipped James over the edge. He thrust his cock as hard as he could, its head nestling at the end of her vagina. His cock expanded as his heart pumped extra blood into it, making it as hard as a rod of steel. The veins covering his shaft stood out as his body stopped them from draining. His urethra bulged out from the underside of his shaft, ready to help the passage of semen through it. The slit of his cockhead opened up and a drop of semen emerged as the muscles in his pelvis clenched and pulled his testicles to cling to his shaft as they emptied their sperm into his prostate to mix with his seminal fluid and shoot up his urethra to jet out into her vagina.

"Aaaargh," he cried as his cock jerked and his first ejaculation sprayed into her cunt with extreme force, coating the depths of her vagina with thick, white, slimy fluid, covering his cockhead and backing up her tunnel to coat her cervix and walls. He grunted as his second ejaculation followed, forcing more semen into her vagina, so that it oozed back towards the entrance, coating his shaft and her vaginal walls.

His third ejaculation filled her completely. Her cunt was now loose and slippery and semen was oozing out of the bottom of its entrance, running down her crack. He pulled back slightly to give space inside her for the semen to pool.

His fourth ejaculation was much weaker, after which his cock stopped jerking.

Mary felt exhausted. His first ejaculation had triggered her own orgasm. It flooded through her, overwhelming her senses. Her vagina had spasmed in time with his ejaculations, squeezing his cock and sending shocks through her pelvis. Her body had clearly enjoyed that feeling, but it was nothing like the incredible sense of joy that she had felt when he climaxed. It had filled her mind and satisfied her in a way that she had not felt before.

They lay together for several minutes, their bodies twitching as they gradually relaxed until James pulled out his cock and rolled to the side, lying on his back. A flood of semen streamed out of her cunt to dribble down her crack and pool on the sheet. She shuffled closer to him and put her head on his chest as she lay in his arms. They lay silently together for a long time, both of them enjoying the afterglow of satisfying sex.

"Would you like some breakfast?" Mary asked.

"I'd love some."

She gave him a quick kiss and got off the bed, holding her hand under her cunt until she put on her panties. He watched her, wondering why he hadn't visited her for so long. He liked her and they had a good sexual entente. He decided he wouldn't make that mistake again.

Mary went into the kitchen and made scrambled eggs, then called out for him to come and eat. As they ate, they told each other what they had been doing over the past months, although James had already given her some idea of what he'd been up to. Once again, he thought they made a good match, although he wouldn't like to be tied down.

"Would you like to do this again?" He asked.

"I didn't think we wouldn't" Mary replied, laughing.

"No, I mean more regularly."

"James, I like you and you're a damn good fuck, but I also like variety. I enjoy being with men, and I enjoy having sex with them. All of them are different."

"You've misunderstood, there's no way I'm asking for commitment. I'm like you or, more probably, even worse in my enjoyment of variety. You know I like seducing and controlling. I mean that we have an understanding and that we are available for each other."

Mary thought about what he was saying. She realised it was a significant step for him and that he felt a closer link to her than his other women. That made her feel quite good. It also appealed to her. He would be available to partner with her socially.

"Sounds good to me. Now, what do you want to do with the rest of the day? I'd planned to stay at home and work on my portfolio. Would you like to stay and help me?"

James knew what she meant, but it would mean cancelling his evening with Wendy. He'd only planned that to keep her warm for the weekend when, if he had calculated correctly, she would be ovulating.

"I think that's a great idea," he replied.

"Fantastic!" Mary said.

"Would you mind if I used your 'phone?" James asked.

"No problem," Mary replied, smiling, "I suppose you have to cancel your fuck for tonight."

"Well, as it happens….." James said, not completing the sentence as he got up and went over to her desk. He sat on the chair and dialled Mandy's number.

"Oh, hello Peter," he said, 'is Mandy there?"

"Hold on and I'll call her."

James waited for Mandy to come to the 'phone. He turned to look at Mary and smiled. She smiled back then got up and came over to stand behind him, before rubbing her hands over his chest.

"Hello Mandy. Are you OK?"

"I'm fine, thanks. Looking forward to tonight. What about you?"

"Ah, that's why I'm calling. I'm afraid I'm going to have to cancel tonight," James said, trying to sound normal as he felt Mary's hand drift down and start fondling his cock.

"Oh, no!" Mandy cried, "What's wrong? Are you OK?"

"Yes, I'm OK," James replied as his cock hardened under Mary's touch, "I have some personal issues that need to be sorted out."

"Oh, James, of course that's OK. Will you still be coming around this weekend?"

"I wouldn't miss it for all the world. Tell your husband to fetch me on Friday night at 7.30, then make sure you're ready for a busy weekend." He winced as Mary squeezed his balls.

"I'll be ready," Mandy squealed, "bye 'til then."

"Bye," James gasped, and put down the 'phone.

"You'll be lucky if you have anything left in these by the time you see her," Mary said, laughing, as she gave his testicles a final squeeze before letting them go and standing up straight. "I'm going to shower. Come and join me if you want."

James watched her walking away from him, her butt swaying provocatively, and decided that he was going to spend a lot more time with her. His life was going to be quite tiring in the next few months. He got up from the chair and walked towards the bathroom, his cock ready ……….