Fantasy Part 1

by Spin

Oceania had a problem. She was certainly sexual and she had always considered herself sensual as well. In fact she loved, even craved sex. It occupied most of her waking hours and the large majority of her dreams. She had known a lot of men and couldn't remember any of them complaining. When she made love she would yell, and scream and pant and really put on quite a show. And she meant it all.

Only she had built this personal wall of solid steel, just on the edge of her passions. While it was hard to believe, she had never actually cum with a man. Somehow she subconsciously believed that to cum while making love would bare her soul, cause her to lose control and make her vulnerable. She had no problem cumming by herself, alone with her thoughts. Using her fingers, her dildo and most of all, her mind she would have mind blowing orgasms in the shower, in her bed before going to sleep and as a terrific way to wake up.

Then she met Spinnaker. The first time they made love he exhibited a passion and intensity she had never felt before. It was great and he had no idea that he had collided with the wall. She also knew he was dangerous, but she wanted more. The next two times were more of the same. Then they made love in her bed. Almost immediately he was back at it. All of her men had been thoroughly exhausted by then, but he kept up with her own intensity step for step. As they fucked on her bedroom floor, Spin pulled her legs over his shoulders and plowed into her. Never had her cunt been so filled or entered so deep. She was losing control and it was frightening. "NO, NO, NO," she screamed. "YOU WILL MAKE ME CUM" she screamed. "STOP, STOP, STOP, I CAN"T DO THIS!!" she pleaded. But Spin had continued to fuck her very soul. This time he did not bump against the wall, or even poke a hole in it, he simply disintegrated it. She came violently, shaking and screaming and then crying hysterically. Since that day she came easily with men, and enjoyed her sex even more then she thought possible.

Spinnaker was open and honest. She could bare her most inner thoughts and concerns. She had never discussed her fantasies with any man before, out of fear of what they would think. But Spin fed on her fantasies and never judged or criticized. They really had the same fantasy, but from different directions. Spin dreamed of having sex with two women, and she dreamed of sex with two men. She had always avoided the two women fantasy. She said she didn't like sharing, but the concern was deeper. She had often been attracted to other women, but had never, never followed through in the most remotest way with her feelings. On the few occasions when women had come onto her, she had strongly rebuffed them.

She was afraid of her own sexuality. What if she really liked women?. What if she couldn't stop liking women? She had enough compartments in her life now, could she handle another one? Men were a complication, but not always available, which was a good thing. Women her always around her. Better to stay away.

But then their was this problem. Spin had actually acted on her fantasy. In the hottest, most intense, most erotic and maybe the most wonderful night of her life she had fucked, sucked and made love to two men at the same time. Every time she thought of that night she would smile, get a warm feeling and cum. This would happen while driving the car, in the shower, in her bed and even while making dinner for her family. It was incredible. How could she handle her personal dilemma and still do something for Spinnaker?

And then it came to her. Obviously they both had enjoyed group sex. It could well become a new bullet in their sexual arsenal. She remembered on a very recent trip to New York she had bought a copy of the Village Voice. She still had the paper and pulled it from the back pocket of her brief case. She scanned the personals.

The ad was like it had flashers. She was drawn to it instantly.

"West Indian couple ISO(in search of) swinging couple. Mid 40's, professionals, attractive, very upscale. Non-smokers, no drugs, disease free. Extremely discrete, lets meet for dinner, no commitments to after."

She reasoned that if both Spin and her liked group sex, she could avoid any thing else. If they didn't like the couple, they could leave. She was already getting wet and immediately answered the ad. She even gave her office number.

She was very busy with her work and Oceania actually did not have time to think about the ad she had answered. In only a short few days, as she was concentrating on a project, her office phone rang. A very proper and deep British accent asked for her. At first she couldn't think of why anybody from England would be calling and when he introduced himself as the author of the Village Voice ad, her hear began to beat rapidly and her cunt became instantly soaked.

His name was Henry and he was incredibly reserved and , yes British proper. They had a delightful conversation. He was a Doctor and his wife, Lila was in an advertising executive. They would very much like to meet for Dinner in New York, with the understanding that if their was no chemistry, nothing would happen. It so happened that she was to be in New York that next Thursday and Spinnaker had promised he would arrange to spend the whole night. She quickly said yes and as she tried to hide the fact that she was getting hotter and hotter, they arranged the dinner and she said good bye.

Spin was to meet her at the hotel at 7:30, which would give her enough time to get ready for this special (maybe) night. But she was running late, and damn if Spin didn't get to the hotel early. She had just taken her clothes off to change when he rang from the lobby. As he came up, she threw on an old oversized T shirt over her naked body. He knocked on the door, and as per normal he was dressed both elegantly and conservatively in a Brooks Bros business suit. God did he look good.

They had not seen each other in a while and they both had planned not to rush anything. He set down his overnite bag, and held out his arms for an embrace. He held her and hugged her tight. That led to a little kiss, really a peck, which led to a passionate deep kiss. Their tongues did battle and he ran his hands over her beautiful ass. Her nipples were bursting through the T shirt.

The kissing and hugging got tighter and deeper. She pushed her wet cunt, barely covered by the shirt onto the considerable erection hidden by his pants. They simply went wild. They were like animals in heat. His jacket was off and his pants were at his knees. She pulled his monstrous cock from his striped bikini underwear and sucked hard on it. While he held her head she moved up and down the shaft, as the veins were bulging. He then pulled her to her feet, turned her around and held her very tight from behind. His hard cock had pushed the T shirt up and it was pressed against her ass.

She fell forward on the bed and he mounted her from behind. His cock instantly found her cunt and he eased it into her love hole. She was on fire and screaming, "YES, YES, YES, THAT'S WHAT I'VE DREAMT OF. GIVE IT TO , GIVE IT TO ME." He responded by reaching under her shirt, grabbing her tits and propelling himself deeper into her cunt. Harder and harder he plunger. She met every assault on her own terms. They rocked with passion and need. He lifted the T shirt and inserted a finger in her ass and fucked her ass with his finger and her cunt with his cock. It was too much for Oceania and she came loudly. This set off Spin and he soon followed as he collapsed on her back. He kissed the back of her neck, held her tight and seemed content to spend the night that way.

Oceania quickly got up, much to Spin's surprise. "Hurry , I have promised some friends we would meet them for dinner." she said. He seemed disappointed and somewhat perturbed. "It's not every night I get to see you, much less spend the night, why do we have to waste time with other people?" "Oh come on, it will be fun and you might be surprised and enjoy it" she smiled. She went to the bathroom to change as he straightened out his own clothes. "Where are going?, he asked and Oceania called from the bathroom, "Lola's, it's in the Village." "I've been there a lot" he answered, " your friends have good taste. It's beautiful, Caribbean and expensive." "Don't worry" she said, "This nights entirely on me." He did not catch the mischief in her voice. She came out of the room dressed in a beautiful evening gown, cut low and very tight on her ass, with a long slit which highlighted her long, slender legs. When Spin kissed her upon leaving he cupped her ass and was sure she had underwear on.

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