Three feet of cock- 1
It was a hot August afternoon. Cicadas buzzed lazily in the trees. The oppressive heat of summer was just beginning to give way to the brisk comfort of autumn, and to celebrate the end of the season, Tristan and Perrie were hosting a barbecue for their friends. Little did they suspect, though, what would happen before the sun set on that day.
Tristan and Perrie were a typical suburban couple. They had met in college, began dating, and soon fell in love. She was a Filipina and adored her current, bourgeois life, although she hoped for the day that she would be able to tell Tristan that she was pregnant. Although only 27, she was impatient to start a new family.
Tristan was a year older, but had more patience regarding children. He wanted a few more young, lustful years alone with his wife before allowing the intrusion of usurpers into his wife’s heart, but he found himself unable to resist Perrie’s desires. He was uxorious to a fault; emotionally, anyways. His eyes wandered, though, despite his best efforts. Perrie knew of her husband’s foibles, but tolerated them. So long as his heart belonged to her, she felt secure. She had never even had an orgasm before they had begun dating, and she had never felt any urge to expand her range of partners before today.
Together, the two of them were affectionate in public, as though they were forever stuck as middle-schoolers, nuzzling and kissing wherever they were or whoever their audience might be. Secretly, they enjoyed the teasing they received from their friends, as evidence that their own relationship was stronger than anyone else’s.
They had moved to New York together after graduation and settled down, making a wide number of acquaintances, but only a few friends, most of whom they had invited to tonight’s barbecue.
Tristan had already arranged everything in minute detail well before any guests had arrived. Tomatoes had been sliced, leaves of lettuce washed, onions diced, mustard, ketchup, and relish set out, and the buns had been lovingly toasted.
Watching Tristan in his element was driving Perrie wild. She snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her petite breasts tenderly against his back as he turned hamburger into patties. He gasped slightly, but quickly regained his composure and kept working, pretending not to notice her. She wasn’t deterred so easily, though…
She stroked his beard, savoring the rough feeling of his thick hair under her fingertips. Her free hand wandered downwards. “Darling, why don’t you take a break? You’ve been working so hard today. Don’t you deserve a reward before everyone shows up?” Her hand reached its prize, and she gave his cock an inquisitive squeeze. “Oooh, hard already?” She began to stroke it slowly through his shorts. She loved teasing him, bringing him close to orgasm and suddenly stopping, leaving him begging for more, until his patience broke and he took her by force in order to satisfy his urges. A delightful tingle coursed through her crotch at the thought of it.
“Perrie… You know David and Batoul are always early… We don’t have time,” he reasoned, but his heart wasn’t in it. From the moment they had first met, a primal, animal passion had existed between them that neither of them could deny. Many were the nights that Tristan had been woken up in the middle of the night because Perrie had had an erotic dream and needed her dreams to become reality right then and there.
Perrie undid his fly and plunged her hand into his boxers while she pressed her bosom ever more eagerly against him. She knew he would surrender. It was only a question of when. Her hand wrapped around the hot, hard, thick shaft of his bare cock. She grazed her fingers along his length and against his head. “Not even for a quick blowjob? I’m hungry…” she asked innocently.
“You can’t wait?”
She shook her head no against the nape of his neck. “How can I resist such a wonderful liebewurst?”
He glanced at the clock. They still had fifteen minutes before they had told people to arrive. “Alright.”
Tristan stepped away from the kitchen island as Perrie got onto her knees in front of him. She looked up into his honey eyes through her black glasses and smiled appreciatively as she maneuvered his engorged cock out of his open fly. Even after nearly five years of marriage, his cock still entranced her: its size, its slight curve, its virile aroma, its large head and long shaft, and most of all, the way it throbbed between her lips.
Perrie took his shaft in both hands and caressed its tip against her cheeks and lips, her eyes fluttering in ecstasy. She licked its underside from base to tip, her tongue painting his cock with her warm saliva. Unable to deny herself any longer, she took his cock inside her, engulfing it hungrily, sucking it, licking it, caressing it with her tongue and lips. She bobbed her head back and forth, keeping her mouth tight. He rested his hands on her head and shoulder, gently guiding her as he made love to her plump, pink lips.
She felt his heartbeat in her mouth. Tristan’s cock pulsated inside her. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of his manhood inside her. She pulled back slightly, almost letting him escape, but keeping the head of his cock captive, flicking the tip of her tongue back and forth across it as rapidly as she could while she locked her eyes onto his, watching him react to her technique, watching him tilt his head back and grit his teeth, watching him quiver and tremble from her tongue.
The doorbell rang, but Perrie refused to be denied her dessert. She grabbed Tristan’s ass, forcing his cock deeper down her throat, stopping him from leaving. “I need to answer the door…” he protested weakly. She just smiled and continued noisily. His pants grew louder. He began to moan. She grinned and took the entirety of his shaft inside her throat, wrapping her lips around the very base of his cock as she suckled his cock.
“Perrie…” he moaned, his fingertips digging into her shoulders as his cock spasmed inside her mouth and his hot, sticky, delectable cum gushed down her throat. She quivered as she felt him release inside her. She kept her mouth securely sealed around his shaft as she greedily swallowed every last drop of his cum, moaning appreciatively at his treat for her.
The doorbell rang again. “Darling, I really need to answer it…”
She pouted, but relented, tucking his wilted penis back inside his boxers and zipping up his fly. She stood up and kissed his cheek, whispering in his ear, “You’re delicious.”
“You say that every time, Perrie.”
“It’s true every time. Go answer, before they figure out what we’re up to. I’ll finish the burgers.”
“Thanks, darling.” Tristan washed his hands quickly and jogged to the door. As expected, it was David and his fiancée, Batoul. “Hey, how are you guys doing?” he asked.
“Great! Good to see ya, Mike. We brought some turkey dogs and soda for the barbecue. Where should I put them?” David asked.
“Just give them to Perrie. She’s in the kitchen. And how are you, Batoul? I love your hijab.”
She smiled and hugged him tightly, pressing her generous chest against his. Tristan embraced her for an extra few seconds, relishing the sensation. The way she filled out her sweater was nothing short of amazing, and she had caught him staring more than once. Not that she minded. As a wise man once said, “The desire of man is woman. The desire of woman is the desire of man.” Batoul adored adoration, and although she would never say it aloud, she just loved when men noticed her breasts.
“Careful, Mike. Don’t want Perrie getting jealous,” she warned as he released her. “I’m doing very well. I just got a promotion at work! I’m manager of the whole pharmacy now.”
“Congratulations, Tooly! That deserves a celebratory spanking, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, you!”
Indoors, David made his way to the kitchen. “Well aren’t you lovely tonight… Where do you want these, Perrie?” he asked, holding up his supplies.
She giggled at his usual compliment, but smiled nevertheless. She was rather proud of the way her red dress hugged her figure. Leave it to Alejandro to notice… He was always flirtatious, but the wives knew it was all harmless fun. Besides, there were worse things than a tall, dark, handsome man paying you some extra attention.
“Just put the drinks in the cooler and the franks by the grill. They’re both outside,” she instructed him. She watched him walk out of the house with delight. Those buns! Thank god for tight pants… She made a note to ask him how he exercised so she could get Tristan on the same regimen. There was nothing she loved more than a pair of firm, tight buns she could get her hands on…well, except maybe a hard, thick cock, ready to cum… She shook her head to clear her thoughts and returned to her task, trying to ignore her moist panties from before, still able to taste her husband on her tongue.
Again, the doorbell rang, this time at exactly six o’ clock. Leaving Perrie, Batoul, and David alone, Tristan answered the door.
“Janet! Peter!”
“Tristan! I’ve missed you!” Janet cried, giving him an affectionate embrace. Tristan gladly let her, wrapping his arms warmly around her zaftig frame.
“Hi, Tristan,” her husband Peter said, shaking Tristan’s hand while he hugged Janet.
“Hey Peter. You look good.”
“Thanks. Where’s everyone else?”
“Oh, they’re inside. Just head inside and you can’t miss them. You’re just the second couple to arrive.”
“Who else is coming?” Janet asked.
“Lemme see…there’s you, Perrie and I, David and Batoul are already here, and then there’s Nick, Zoe, Shikha, and her boyfriend.” Tristan answered.
“Wonderful! I haven’t seen them in forever,” she replied.
He led them both inside, but continued to converse with Janet. The two of them had known each other for years. He had met her even before meeting Perrie, and the two of them had a mutual crush that both sides were too shy to do anything about. Once, just once, they had done something about it, but each of them had feared the other thought it was a mistake, and nothing more happened. Sometimes, unknown to the other, both of them wondered how things would have turned out had they acted more decisively on their feelings.
She was still shy, but she had come out of her shell more and more lately. Her and Peter were both Chinese: she from the mainland, he from Singapore. But while Peter preferred to stay within their own circles, Janet wanted to branch out and explore.
“Oh, I brought you two a little house-warming gift!” she suddenly remembered, handing him a small box. “I hope you like it. Sorry for missing the party.”
“It’s alright. I’m just glad you made it this time.” She watched him impatiently behind her black-framed glasses while he unwrapped his gift. A strand of her wavy, chestnut hair fell in front of her eyes, and she hurriedly pushed it aside, unwilling to miss his reaction. “Oh, it’s lovely, Janet!” She had given him a small dragon figurine, carved out of a deep green jade. “Thank you so much!”
“You really like it?” she asked.
“I really do! It’s just perfect. Did you get it in China?”
She bit her lip slightly, embarrassed by her own generosity. “Yeah… I saw it while we were in Beijing and I thought of you.”
“Thank you so much. I just love it.” He brought it over to Perrie and the others. “Look what Janet got us, darling.”
“Oh, it’s beautiful! Thank you. You’re so sweet,” Perrie said, embracing Janet tightly.
Before another word could be said, though, the doorbell was at it again. Tristan went to get it.
“Shikha! And you must be her new boyfriend. I’m Tristan, nice to meet you.”
“Daniel,” he said, with a handshake and a slight bow. He readjusted his glasses as he straightened himself back up. “You have a beautiful home. Thank you for inviting us. Shikha’s said so many good things about you.”
“Well she shouldn’t lie like that,” Tristan commented.
“Don’t worry, Tristan. I only tell him the truth: that you’re a devil!” Shikha said with a laugh.
“Pfft, you’re the devil. I’m angelic. Don’t you think so, Dan?”
“Well, I mean, I don’t think anyone can really compare themselves to angels,” he answered, tussling his dirty blonde hair at the back of his head.
Tristan coughed to break the silence. “Well, everyone else is already inside. You know where the kitchen is, Shikha. And just give your stuff to Perrie. She’ll make sure it makes its way to the grill.”
The two thanked him and headed inside to meet the others.
“Ah, and who’s this image of heavenly beauty?” David asked. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”
“It’s devilish beauty,” Tristan corrected him.
“I’m Shikha, and this is my boyfriend Daniel,” she said.
“Nice to meet you two. I’m Alejandro, but everyone calls me David. Unless I’m in trouble. Then Batoul calls me by my full name.”
Batoul shook both their hands as well. “Nice to meet you,” she said.
“Is that a hijab?” Daniel asked. “Are you Muslim?”
“Born, raised, but not anymore. But I still like to feel connected to my past and my ancestors.” Her cheeks dimpled as she smiled. “I guess it’s kind of silly, but I’ve always felt…safer with my hijab on. More confident.”
“Sometimes she even wears it when we’re-Ow! What? I didn’t say anything!” David complained.
“You were going to, Alejandro!” Batoul rejoined while Daniel blushed and averted his eyes. “I know you by now.” She crossed her arms under her heavy breasts and gave David her “look,” but his attention was a foot lower. “You!” she growled, catching his gaze.
For the last time, the doorbell rang. Tristan was carrying a tray of meat outside. “Perrie, can you get it for me, darling?”
“Sure!” She skipped to the door and opened it. “Nick! Zoe! How have you been?”
“Good,” Zoe replied, hugging her, giving her a kiss on each cheek. “Long week, though. Have a deadline coming up. I really needed this tonight.”
“Well, I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself tonight! We’ve got some great food ready.”
“Add some great cheesecake to that. Homemade,” Zoe bragged. “Hope you like chocolate and cherry…”
“Ooh, sounds yummy!”
“How are you?” asked Nick, embracing Perrie tightly. She trembled slightly from his hold. His thick manhood was obvious even through his jeans, and her crotch was still sensitive. She pressed her waist slightly against him, sighing at the feeling of him against her.
