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Search for the Perfect Pussy
by Rodgerthedodger (address withheld)
Quick edit by AdebenAfrica

***

A man searched for the "Perfect Pussy" using is huge 
cock as a lure but finding himself the one who is being 
searched for. (FFM, orgy, size)

***

A Cocksman's Search for the Perfect Pussy

I read about Cleopatra and her allure to Julius Caesar 
and Mark Anthony and then learned that this seductive 
woman was a 4' 7" 170 pound barge sitter! How could 
such dimensions cause a crisis in the Roman Empire? It 
was my chauvinistic narrow view. She must have been 
special and in a special way, what a puzzle. Thus began 
my search for the "Perfect Pussy" of which I was 
convinced, surely, Cleopatra was one.

It could not have been her diminutive height or marked 
girth but something indefinable or, at least 
untellable; she must have been or had "The Perfect 
Pussy." A book of verse, a loaf of bread, a flask of 
wine, as Omar Khayyam opined, was paradise enough if 
"thou" were beside me beneath the fruited bough and I 
was certain Caesar and Anthony would have selected Cleo 
as their companion in this idyll.

In order to search for this sexual delight I was 
blessed with the right equipment: a big dick! This fact 
got quickly around among various candidates and I was 
not at a loss for applicants. A fantasy of many women 
is the "really big dick," as though this tool unlocks 
undiscovered depths of pleasure. Ah, that it were so 
but as many females will aver, it is not the size of 
the dick that counts but the technique, the seduction, 
the words, the prelude, the petting and romancing -- 
the idea of sex, and seductive foreplay are where 
things are realized, then, big dick or small, the pussy 
is ripe for the fucking. On the other hand, a big dick 
isn't a bad thing.

I wound my way through this woman and that, invariably 
with some degree of conquest and had developed a 
following of those wanting more, but my search, as you 
will recall, was for Perfect Pussy, not ones who might 
want me.

I met a woman at the pub one early evening, she was a 
delight in every way, and subtlety was her game, a 
smile, a glass of wine, an infectious laugh at my 
intended sexual comments. Reticent and a little 
distant, she was in the game. my game, she knew it as 
did I, we had a bar snack, and another drink and our 
evening developed. I took a chance. I told her of my 
search. She was intrigued and excited, I could tell, as 
she adjusted on her stool, bare legs crossed, moving on 
her little seat.  

I knew as we talked she was turning on to my story and 
turning on herself. This woman had the dark hair with 
streaks from the salon that spoke "sex" in obvious 
terms. Her lips were full and cheeks grew more rouge as 
she drank. She warmed to my words and ideas and had her 
own as well. She said there was no such thing as the 
"perfect pussy" just really good ones and the rest.

We walked to her car in the lot but I grabbed her hand 
and she turned, I kissed her and she kissed me back, 
our tongues exploring as I lifted her onto a low wall 
and moved between her legs for a kiss. I held her 
against me, kissing more, our bodies close. I whispered 
dirty things, she breathed on my neck. She had no 
stockings, or knickers, as I explored, she was mine to 
have in the dark on the wall near the pub with voices 
inside and our hot breath outside. 

She reached down for my cock and realized there was a 
monster at her door, I heard her audible gasp as she 
gripped that thing, in her mind she wondered, as they 
all do, if it was too big, she put another hand down, 
measuring the length and girth and pulled her hands 
away, she had cooled, but I was already there, we had 
gone too far...

Would it fit in her young cunt? How deep would it go? 
Was this what I had been looking for? And I was at her, 
prodding, poking, beginning a serious fucking as she 
moved on the wall, opening her hot thighs. I know she 
wondered if she was the pussy I was seeking, but she 
knew my huge cock was forging its way in her memory, 
deep in her cunt. I was answering her questions, she 
might take all of me, with a little twisting on the low 
wall and lifting at her waist I opened her body to its 
need, what she dreamed about when dildoing.

I was in her now, both arms holding on my neck, 
desperate to learn how deeply fucked she would be as I 
pricked her with a force, holding the small of her
back with one hand, now two, pulling her onto my cock, 
her hairs on mine, her cunt wetting me, a spontaneous 
few moments on that wall as she was sweating on my neck 
and coming on my huge cock, trying to get it all into 
her knowing it was deeper than cocks or dildos before, 
our foreplay which women crave was in the pub with the 
drinks and snacks and this was serious, wanton fucking. 

She bit my ear and grabbed my neck and pulsed her body 
on my cock, I thought this might be Caesar with 
Cleopatra, but I wasn't sure, it was close but not 
quite there, she nibbled and gushed her "fuck me" words 
as I pushed her breath into my ear with each stroke. We 
stopped, fully inserted and impaled, our breathing 
quieted, then I took her to her car, she was 
straightening her hair and dress as I was zipping up 
careful not to grab hairs, kissing her good night and 
goodbye as my search moved on.

Books stated Cleo was short and heavy and dark, it gave 
me a clue, Maybe there was a black element in all of 
this and I looked now for a dark skinned girl to see if 
that was part of the answer to my search. It would have 
to wait until the following weekend as I had work to do 
on my routes, it was all I could think of until Friday 
night at the pub again. I sat having a pint and then 
another as there were no dark skins in sight. Maybe I 
would just settle for the woman who loved my cock on a 
low wall, it was hot sex to remember.

"Hi, Al," she said, the bar man looked up and my head 
turned, a dark skinned girl. Milk chocolate with a 
smile. Something to savor, every bite. "Al," I said. 
"Who is that?" 

I walked across the room to where she was meeting 
friends, just standing there for a closer look and to 
insinuate myself into the conversation, which I soon 
did. I sat now with a few others, having been included 
in the group, and like a cutting horse, I separated her 
from the pack of people. We engaged, in a few smiles 
and words. I was new and she was interested. I bought a 
round for us all and some bar snacks and lasered my 
attention.
 
She was flattered and we wandered to the patio for a 
smoke, I offered her one of mine and a light and we 
inhaled and laughed at the scene. Two strangers on the 
patio with friends inside, we stood close and closer, 

She had this build that asked to be held. not a slight 
shape a full shape, she was a huggable woman and held 
my hand as I struck my lighter and she inhaled. 
We exchanged niceties and discussed employment and 
interests. I told her of my search and history and she 
laughed. Such a fine full-throated laugh and I
lasered again, she turned away from me, I felt lost. 
Then she turned back, "Why me?" she said.

"Cleo was dark skinned," I said.

She twisted her smoke in the ashtray, "Who do you think 
I am?" she said, "I didn't mean offense. Honest." 

We stood for awhile, drinking and inhaling the night. 
"I'm sorry," I said. She stared at me, her mind 
wandering. "Is there a prize? An award? What if I'm the 
one?" We laughed. The ice was broken. 

She stepped in our space, kissing me. "You are a very 
naughty boy. You know that? What kind of come on is 
this?" 

I looked puzzled, I'm sure. "It doesn't matter," I 
said, "It's the idea of the thing." 

"What a fucking stupid idea!" she said. We laughed 
again. 

"Don't knock it if you haven't tried it," I said. 

"Buy us another round," she said. It wasn't a question, 
I went inside for more drinks.

"What's a girl to think if she is being measured?" she 
said. I just smiled, "And so where is the test 
administered?" she smiled. 

"It's an open book," I laughed along with her. "And who 
is giving the grades for this test? Don't answer that, 
I don't want to know, let me guess." 

It was such a warm night and the voices of the people 
inside mixed with the stars, I took her hand, looked in 
her eyes, asking my question, she looked back with 
daggers and then a smile and a twinkle in her eyes. Two 
consenting adults, I smiled back and we walked away 
from the pub, toward the low wall. I followed, at the 
wall she turned and knew it was time for her test, 

It was all so subtle as I moved toward her, no words 
spoken, only feelings felt and I held her waist, 
lifting her on the wall. Kissing her answered my 
question, she was ready to prove her point, she was a 
viable candidate and aggressive as she reached at me, 
unzipped me, felt my cock and released it. I looked her 
in the eye and saw her surprise. She had suspected some 
wimpy guy with a ridiculous fantasy but what she felt 
was a true cocksman, a warrior properly armed. I 
reached under her dress, knickers! Damn! 

She got off the wall, pulled them down and sat back up. 
"You bastard!" she said. I knew what she meant, she had 
measured its girth and strength and was ready for the 
attack, she spread her hips apart and was teasing me, I 
loved it, and maybe this was my moment of discovery and 
moved forward, her lips were wet and cold as the end of 
my cock was at her. We were both wet and cool and hot. 

Her hand pushed down on me, "You are a big boy!" she 
said. "Maybe too big." 

I answered her with the tip of my warrior blade. just 
the head inched inside as her lips opened, I grabbed 
the small of her back and thrust, and thrust again, 
hard and I was up her cunt, she flexed on me, up and 
down, squeezing on my cock, and milking me, I thought 
of cunts and tests and knew her score would be high. 

This was different and good. My knees went weak but I 
was caught. My cock in this slippery vice, moving, 
milking, it was almost there at the height of me. 
It wasn't me it was her this time and I wanted to fuck 
her hard, she was licking me with the walls of her hot 
cunt, sucking on my cock and I was coming and shooting 
my come but she wasn't finished with me and took 
control.

I stood still as she finished with me and finished 
herself, I was grabbing her mouth on mine and sweating 
and calling her fuck names in her ear as she brought me 
down from my wall, my sword was in to the hilt and she 
gripped it there at its base, the cooling base of my 
cock fixed in her, surrounded by her lips, our hairs 
damp and going cold, the warm night playing with us 
where we were joined, my cock then shriveled and she 
couldn't hold the limp thing as it slipped out and 
dribbled down. 

She looked at me in the dark, the lights from the pub 
shadowing us. "Well!?" she said. 

I couldn't speak. I was spent and leaned my head at her 
neck, breathing myself down. Then we were calm. "Can I 
walk you to your car?" she said, picking up her 
knickers, stuffing them into my pocket, "A souvenir!" 

I nodded. I was exhausted and couldn't even grade the 
test. She understood, knowing she had done well. 

I was grateful for the low wall for as my knees 
weakened it held me up. She squeezed on me so tight she 
might have clipped it off but for the wall, That night 
I was sore with delight and dreamed of the tight, 
black, hot woman, but the idea of the corpulent 
diminutive Cleopatra haunted me still and I searched 
next for someone of that shape, with an allure similar 
to what had taunted those ancient titans and brought 
Rome to its tipping point.

Next Friday night I walked past the little wall, my 
trysting spot, and entered the pub. Another balmy 
evening for my continuing search. The weather pattern 
was holding. With a pint in hand and one already down I 
surveyed the chattering citizens, scanning the room for 
a different type, a Cleopatra type, possibly the 
Perfect Pussy. There was a group of three laughing and 
chirping girls, one with her back to me. The other two 
were facing me and attractive with the beguiling 
feminine shapes most men admire. 

As I watched I caught the eye of one and smiled, their 
wine glasses were ready for refilling and I walked 
over, the bon vivant, to offer my largesse. I still had 
only seen two of the three and the third now came 
clear, her arms were more full, her hips also, and a 
fullness at her waist, I was thirsty that night for a 
Cleo, succulent and corpulent, I strode on a few more 
steps and looked down into the most beautiful, 
Egyptian-like eyes of girl #3. They were all too ready 
for my offer to refill and off I went for potable 
fluids, my juices already forthcoming as my cock 
stiffened. 

"Down boy," I said.

"Not yet, not yet." I focused my thoughts on Sunday's 
match at Anfield -- the color of the barman's apron, 
anything to calm my turgid tool.

Back to the ladies, balancing the glasses and my own 
libation. They were still chirping and chattering about 
work it turned out, This was their Friday meet for 
relaxing and talking shop and I lay back listening, a 
remark here and there to join in their talk.

It was Friday night and I was buying drinks but they 
seemed more than usually friendly, not that I minded 
but it puzzled me a little, I knew what I had on my 
mind. Did they? Soon we were four fast friends with 
chuckles and off hand remarks and I turned the subject 
gradually to my quest, much to their astonishment and 
then their delight as they thought the idea intriguing. 

Naturally, we discussed all I knew of Cleopatra, which 
was brief, and how her size and look had tilted the 
fates of Rome before the building of Hadrian's Wall 
across England, I jokingly pointed to our own low wall 
outside the pub and to what use the wall there might be 
put, they three didn't get my point at first. "You 
know," I said. 

"Guess." They gave me a look and then smiled, 
Lascivious creatures they were, and the low wall was 
now an object of budding desire as my truncheon once 
again warmed and flexed.

"Ready for another round?" I asked, as my large hands 
reached for the glasses. It was the first time the 
girls had noticed my hand size, one of them put her 
slender hand on mine, girls know what those long 
fingers and breadth of hand mean, Mr. Cock was 
stiffening again and I thought of things to keep it 
down 
"Not now, dammit," I whispered. 

"What?" one of them asked.

"Nothing, I was mumbling," I said. 

Here I was the one searching but, what I didn't 
suspect, my search had already been revealed and was 
the subject of bar jokes and pub humor and these three 
girls were the "very best" of friends and sexually 
active and little devils and, in fact, they had lured 
me into their own little similar search: For, so the 
story goes, as it was true I was searching for the 
"Perfect Pussy" these girls were seeking the "Thunder 
Cock," and in their little chatting and chirping and 
talking with some of the girls, they had heard of the 
Pub Guy who fucked out on the low wall on warm Friday 
Nights at their pub! But it wasn't a one time thing 
they had in mind, it was a three time thing.

I confess, I was naive. I had never thought that my 
story would get around, but I had fucked hard and deep 
with splendid women and they had tattled, how could 
they not when they learned what I had. "Look for the 
guy with the dark waves and big hands," they said in 
whispers to their friends and they to their friends and 
so on.

I was now on a warm Friday night, having walked past 
the low wall and in the gregarious atmosphere of 
congeniality, attracted to three women, one of them 
corpulent as the story goes, her back to me and the 
three of them, spiders as it were and I was the fly in 
their web and now entangled, they may, or may not, have 
found "Thunder Cock," and waited to see if I would pass 
their test.

Our meeting and congeniality seemed too easy and that 
should have been a clue, they loved my story of 
historic love, hung on each word and thought, as I grew 
at my waist, thinking it down. But we left the pub, the 
four of us, and John Thomas was alert, at attention, 
ready to attend. Helen the really pretty one took my 
hand as we left and walked into the night, "We three 
girls have been friends for years, you know." 

"No," I said, "I didn't know." 

"We were all in the grammar school and studied Ancient 
Rome and Cleopatra and the rest." 

I was wondering where she was leading. 

"I mean," she went on. "Was it her charms or, those of 
Marc Anthony and Julius Caesar?" 

I had never thought of it in that way. I followed Helen 
and her two girl friends right past the wall. "We don't 
live far from here," she said. "Come on. Time for a 
nightcap!"

The wall was my testing spot but it all intrigued me, 
what might happen next, and I was concentrating on the 
small corpulent one, still intent on my search. We 
walked down Royal Lane and then up the steps of a semi-
detached. It was lovely inside, drapes, which they drew 
shut, a small living room and fire which they lit and 
they tripped upstairs while I sat. The fire grew warm. 
It was a balmy evening, we didn't need a fire. I took 
off my jacket. 

"Are you still there," came a giggling voice from 
above.

I grunted in the affirmative wondering what this was 
all about. Down the stairs in a procession came the 
three girls, in elaborate negligee, Helen, her friend, 
Anne and the corpulent one of my desire. "Down," I said 
to John Henry but it was too late for that as the three 
surrounded me, feeling my neck and hair and hands down 
my front, a glass of wine appeared, it was sweet. 

"Wine of the Nile!" they laughed. It was sweet but went 
down warm. There were hands now at my waist, 
unbuckling, unzipping, pulling down, moving over my 
bare legs. I reached for the wine but my hand was on 
another hand which put it down and there were lips on 
mine and on my sword.

Someone said, "It's true." A tongue spoke and licked. A 
hand on my nuts. Another on my shaft. It was dark with 
only the light of the fire, These three girls were 
devils and focused on me.

"Who do you think you are," one said, "looking for the 
so-called Perfect Pussy, we are all perfect pussies. 
Pussies searching for big hands and Thunder
Cocks, but there aren't any, don't you know? At least 
not until, possibly, right now, tonight!" 

A mouth was on me, sucking. Another at my lips, Hands 
here and there and everywhere, and "Thunder Cock" at 
attention and in admiration at having been found, I was 
still searching for the "Perfect Pussy" and now pussies 
were searching for me! Three ladies at me at once, 
beyond my search or my dreams, I was a "goner" and they 
wanted to get "gone" on Thunder Cock or, as they hoped, 
Thunder and Lightning Cock. I can tell you this much 
already. Six hands, thirty fingers, three mouths, were 
preparing the table for a feast. 

Day dreaming or, in this case, night dreaming, and with 
all this attention my thoughts went to the beginning: 
Cleopatra and her several men seeking her attention 
but, this was the reverse and I was Cleopatra and the 
men were these three vixens seeking me or, rather, 
"him" John Thomas, Mr. Thunder and Lightning himself! 
The corpulent one had a delightful swirling tongue 
inside her pretty mouth that brought me back to the 
present scene, "He's like a fireman's hat," she cooed 
and sucked, a tongue around the hat and just beneath, 
stroking there, delighting and bringing him to the 
precipice and the tongue leaving, not ready, sensing my 
heat not bringing it to the boil, prolonging me and 
pulling me down from the top. 

Surely the Prefect Pussy and the Thunder Cock were not 
that far apart, it was the viewpoint, the male one and 
the female one, sides of the same coin, Once again I 
was imagining Cleo reclining on her barge, being 
fondled by
men of her selection or many men if she chose, one at a 
time, two or more at a time, bringing her to the 
boiling point. 

Oh, her mouth on the fireman's hat bringing me up again 
and taking me back down. "She was, is, a devil and knew 
how to work me." words in my mind, I didn't want sounds 
from my mouth to interrupt what this corpulent, 
delightful woman was doing to me, I was afraid she 
would stop, afraid she wouldn't stop, my cock and I 
were all confused and the thirty fingers at my chest 
hair, my cock hair, holding my balls, stroking me with 
her mouth, tongues all over me. I had fallen into a sea 
of delights making waves throughout my body, God in 
heaven! Oh, God in heaven! 

She stopped abruptly. "Cool down," she said and the 
hands and mouths left me, "Everyone cool down." And we 
all sat back as I looked at the scene, the four of us 
in various undress. Helen, the really pretty one, with 
the best shape, and who had first acknowledged me back 
at the pub, had a different position in all of this, 
She had been the come on, Anne, the other pretty one, 
sat back, too. And then there was my Cleopatra, the 
corpulent one, who said her name was Rose, but I could 
only think of her as "Glorious Tongue." 

I wanted to fuck her mouth. Her smile was infectious 
and her words were few. 

"We heard of your search from our friend. She told us 
all about your 'low wall' routine, and about your 
special gift, the dream of every sexy woman. Don't you 
think we all know about Cleo and her rulers? We set the 
trap and you stepped in it." I had always thought women 
were conniving. I was right. Glad to be caught in their 
trap, 

We were relaxed now and I wondered how the next part of 
our evening would unfold. It wasn't long for me to find 
out. Rose of Tongue brought some dessert and more sweet 
wine for all of us. Dessert was her specialty, she 
said, "Black Forest Gateau." The contrast of the cake 
and the wine was intoxicating, not that it wasn't 
already the experience.

Now we four sat and chatted, avoiding what we were 
unanimously thinking: What was next and more 
importantly who would be the first to savor the 
delights
of John Thomas, the Sword of Mark Anthony, the Wand of 
Julius Caesar, the rogering of these fine ladies, and 
could Thunder Cock handle all three on a warm evening? 

Someone had to start as Helen, the pretty one moved to 
my side and Anne on the other, Rose of Tongue sat 
opposite smiling. We were fully but scantily covered, 
mind, having to begin at the beginning, I had been 
teased, IT had been teased and so had each of them, I'm 
sure they were wet at the thought of being impaled on 
my barge pole, of riding that spear, and of their other 
thoughts.

"We all have our dreams, don't we," said Helen.

"Yes, we all do," agreed Anne and Rose just smiled. 

Something told me that Rose was the one for me but they 
would take turns, as they saw fit and it was Helen 
first, again unzipping and releasing the old boy who 
was strangely at rest in the presence of lovelies but 
Anne reached over to pet him up and it wasn't a long 
wait as the soldier now, bayonet fixed, was ready, 
precum oozing at the top, or "fireman's hat" as Rose 
spoke out and we all laughed.

"Is anyone ready to be hosed?" I asked, and more 
stroking, ten now twenty fingers in and about, all and 
around. 

Who wanted to talk as mouths and tongues mixed and my 
hands were busy too with two hot twats and one in 
waiting, Helen had a sip of her wine and anointed my 
"hat" which burned slightly, agitating him but then she 
licked off the wine looking up at me and at Anne beside 
me, busy with her hands on my balls and shaft.

I took Helen's face and lifted her off me and she 
stood, legs spread, her nightgown cascading over my 
legs, hiding John Thomas. I reached for the hem and 
raised her gown with my wrists as my hands went to her 
quim, playing with her. She looked at me and straddled 
me, lowering herself, saying, "I don't know if he will 
fit." 

She lowered her cunt to the tip of my wet prong, I 
massaged her hairs, thumbed her clit and she flexed and 
rubbed her lips on me, spreading them with my help. She 
reached for my neck to balance, twisted herself like an 
erotic dancer on my pole and lowered more surrounding 
my cock head but she seemed frightened by it all and 
lifted off. "I don't know if I can do it. Maybe you 
should go first, Anne," she said. 

I had been readying Anne for her quest, massaging her 
legs and in between, she was hot and wet and stood up, 
ready for a try, Helen sat along side, kissing my ear, 
rubbing my belly down to the base of Mr. Thunder, "Let 
Anne have a go and see how she does, I just can't 
believe that rod will fit inside, I'm only 5 feet tall. 
My old boyfriend called me a twirler, I was so tiny."

So with these words, Helen demurred and Anne was soon 
astraddle determined to show her friends she was brave 
and could take the big boy that was pressing against 
her cunt hairs, wetting himself with her. Anne took 
hold and rubbed it against herself, doing a dance as 
his head was now inside her too and she grabbed the 
cock between her legs with both hands like it was some 
weapon from which she needed protection but began a 
slow downward movement, up and then back, each time a 
little more, wetting the shaft as she went.

The room was very quiet and three girls, especially 
very wet Anne were intent on their project, they had 
found a "Thunder Cock" but would they feel lightning or 
was it just another fantasy? Helen was helping Anne 
now, petting her pussy lips and Rose stood out of her 
chair and took Anne around the waist, pulling off her 
gown so that all three could watch the action.

Anne was moving ever downward on my shaft, Helen 
petting and Rose soothing her as she inched this 
monster deeper into her body. She stopped and I thought 
she was going to get off as Helen had done but she was 
resting, adjusting to the penetration, she closed her 
eyes, clinching her teeth and began feeling her 
breasts, she was flexing herself on me and I could feel 
the squeezing and releasing as though she was milking 
me, but this thing was stiff and hot and inside and 
stretching. 

We all waited for her, was she getting off, or was she 
"getting herself off" on it? She twisted a little and 
began again her descent, I lifted and she lifted away, 
"No. Don't." she said, "Let me do it." 

Helen was under one arm and Rose the other supporting 
her in the little game. She was stationary and I lifted 
again, "Don't," she said, "You're hurting me." 

But I moved again, withdrawing and entering deeper this 
time, "Oh, don't," she said, closing her eyes again, 
then, "Oh don't, don't stop, Fuck me, fuck me!" 

I began a slow movement, still only partly penetrating 
her cunt, Her words aroused me now and instead of a 
kind of bystander to the three girls I wanted this. My 
cock was beginning to build as I did a partial fucking 
of this beautiful girl putting my hands on her breasts, 
I was a big thing in her small, delicious, lubricating 
place and as she moved her body I moved mine, with 
respect always to how deep I went and with each 
movement she responded and with each response more 
movement and we were in a delightful rhythm.

Helen and Rose on either side, petting and supporting 
their friend and the work was left to me as I churned 
Anne's body, pronging her cooz a little more with each 
thrust until "Oh, God! Oh, Yes! Fuck my Cunt you awful 
thing, Fuck me deep and hard, Don't stop! Split me, 
destroy me, FUCK MEEE!" as she rode me and the girls 
were fully supporting her under either arm as her legs 
went limp and lightning struck and struck again, her 
face was red, she had goosebumps on her tummy, finally 
they lifted her off and she sat beside me. 

She was stunned and Helen seemed relieved, as did Rose, 
as Thunder Cock gradually cooled and shrank, Helen 
covered the two of us with a blanket and we rested. 
Anne finally took my face and kissed me long, "Thank 
you, thank him!" she gushed in my ear, but we all knew 
she hadn't taken him all, only enough for her own 
coming, leaving something to be desired, most of 
Thunder, all she needed, but not all I needed. I wanted 
more and thought of Rose.

The evening was young, I had enjoyed our fucking, 
making Anne delirious, making her come, but I was left 
wanting. Wanting, as it turned out, Rose, the corpulent 
one with the engaging smile who loved my fireman's hat 
as it loved her tongue, An hour or so went by and we 
were all refreshed, "You don't have to go, do you?" 
asked Rose and I shook my head, She put on some music 
and sat by me, the first time she had that evening. 

Maybe, I thought, I had saved some room for dessert! At 
first, I thought she was the least alluring of the 
three but she had a quiet charm to go with the rest of 
her, Rose had not the shape which makes a man focus but 
she was one of those girls who had a so-called "good 
personality." 

You know the type, But her mouth, and that naughty 
tongue, the tricks it played on me, the fireman's hat 
she called it and smirked as my hat yearned for more of 
that mouth, "I'm not like Helen or Anne," she said to 
me cuddling in and feeling inside my pants, "But we're 
all great pals and have our own unique talents," she 
kept moving those warm fingers, searching and finding 
me.

After all the activity so far that night, I wasn't sure 
of my stamina, or his, but he seemed alert to the touch 
of the demure Rose who seemed to know each and every 
part to touch and how to touch it and soon he was out 
and I pulled off my pants again, Helen and Anne were 
playing with me too. 

"You don't know what you've been missing," one of them 
whispered in my ear, Rose's body was against me and I 
felt her girth, not fat, mind you, just an ample 
portion of woman and she was warm all along my side, 
her feet played with my toes and she continued her 
seductive fondling of good old Thunder who was growing 
in arousal as she combed my hairs with her fingers as 
though she was grooming my cock. 

He was wet already and Rose played him with her finger, 
spreading the precum over his hat. She looked up at me 
and smiled and Thunder flexed on her hand, beckoning 
the storm of her touch. She began a gentle stroking of 
the shaft, fingers, hands in turn, treating old Thunder 
like a bouquet of long stemmed flowers, I thought Rose 
hadn't gotten many such, but I was hers as she cooed 
over him, at my waist, tantalizing and teasing her 
dragon, I rubbed her back, encouraging her as I felt 
her down my shaft and along my thighs and I was at her 
waist, pulling up her gown and petting her bare bottom 
and fingering her cunt from behind.

Anne and Helen were far prettier in every way but there 
was a reserve on their part, probably born of their 
comeliness, pretty girls who have a pride that means 
you need to come to them and worship at their throne. 
Rose? None of that. She was grateful for the 
attentions, adjusting her bottom as my fingers 
explored, her cunt was warm and it was bare!, she 
sensed my surprise, and whispered in my ear, "I like 
shaving myself. I think it's sexy." 

I kissed her fully in signaling my agreement and 
thought of shaving myself so that we would be mano a 
mano in a sexual juncture, that might be for another 
time as I imagined her slender caressing fingers 
shaving my hairs as rousingly as were now her touches. 
She leaned to kiss John Thomas who flexed in her mouth 
and on her tongue as Rose continued her unbearably 
teasing, kissing and licking. I knew the moment was at 
hand when she stood and straddled me. 

Her bare cunt invitingly close to my rod, wet, pulsing, 
erect and she continued her seduction of the great 
thing, this time with her vagina as she settled its 
lips on the fireman's hat and then undulating across 
its head as it flexed in response, swollen shaved lips 
and truncheon in a silent, sexual dance, she smiled 
down at me, I lifted my hands to hold her for balance 
but she pushed them away, entwining our fingers in an 
embrace, freeing her hips to move, "Let me do it," she 
said.

I was dizzy now and my eyes blurred with the blood 
rushing from my rod to my face, we were both hot and 
Rose was flush, her tummy and naked vagina ruddy, and 
she moved gradually down and down, I made Thunder Cock 
move as she descended on him, entering her at last. I 
looked over at Anne and Helen who were poised and 
quiet, jealous at the sexual scene which they had only 
tasted but not fulfilled.

I wondered if they wanted to push Rose aside and try 
again themselves to prove their equality in some way 
but they watched our dance, mouths apart, Helen licking 
her lips, Anne started fingering herself, and Rose in 
the choice position as I looked up at her, she had this 
naughty smile, tongue running over her lips as she 
started to remove herself from the penetration, but 
only hesitated and began again, she had waited, 
prepared my tool, teasing it still but now a sudden 
impatience as she squatted more and more, the shaft 
glistening with us both. 

I was suddenly gripped by an intense longing from my 
loins, with those ancestral urges, to fuck and be 
fucked, to gratify the great lust for cunt, for 
complete and total fucking and I released from Rose's 
fingers, put my hands at her waist, petting her down, 
pleading to impale her body with all the lust that she 
had built in me, to bring lightning to her body and 
mine.

Then we began to finish, she was down fully now, my 
entire cock deep inside her, she looked at me, let out 
her breath, Anne and Helen beside us now both working 
on their own quims, legs apart, three cunts feeling, 
Rose's most of all, an erotic orgy of coming but ours 
was yet to happen, Rose had only just answered any 
question about taking all of Thunder Cock and the ride 
was now to begin.

I almost came right there just looking at us, the hairs 
from my prick licking around her beautiful naked pussy, 
but I held back, I wanted to please this wonderful 
woman. My Cleopatra had arrived and I was her Roman 
warrior; we were ready for our lustful ride. This was 
our moment, our time and the other two women were 
window dressing to the jointure of Rose and me, Rose 
sat still, her bare pussy concealed my entire manhood 
with only my curly hairs peaking out, she flexed on me 
adjusting herself to all of him, then rising but I 
pulled her down as hard as I could and she lost her 
breath, She had been working me, it was now my turn as 
I got rough and started fucking her cunt forcibly, she 
wanted it.

I wanted it and pulled her down again, she lifted and I 
lifted up inside her. Then we repositioned. Now she was 
on her back, on the floor by the flickering fire, I 
withdrew and my fireman's hat reappeared, I looked at 
her, prone, my wand ready to work its magic on her cunt 
and then plunged forward, pushing her back, I lifted 
her feet above her head, spreading her wide and gave my 
deepest thrust, again pushing her breath out, but she 
was responding now, awakening herself to this force 
pounding her deep inside.

At first, it was an easing slow entry into this 
luscious Rose Cunt, carefully, both wondering if it 
would all fit again with her legs raised, discovering 
that she had accepted all of the Thunder Cock, Anne and 
Helen watched holding their breath, having already made 
themselves come, their eyes glassy with this new sight, 
a mutual dream that only Rose had fulfilled.

Then I was moving out from her lips and in again, this 
time her fingers were on my wet shaft urging it inside, 
now they were at my balls, holding, playing, teasing 
them and, now I began to bang her and with each deep 
pounding she let out her breath and a word or two, "Oh! 
Uh! Fuck! Fuck me! You're fucking me! Oh god!" her eyes 
glazed and her tongue thick in her mouth as I kissed 
her and banged.

Feeling the force of her gasping with each stroke until 
she began to shiver and shake and gripped on my cock, 
lifting on me as we were both desperate fucking beasts, 
grunting and coming and wheezing in an erotic 
exhaustion as I weighted her body with mine, breathing 
in her ear and she in mine, our faces sweating, her 
cunt walls wrapping around me and I felt inside her 
body a kind of licking of my cock, as though there was 
a tongue inside her cunt, and could feel it sucking on 
my Fireman's Hat deep inside and licking John Thomas 
until he was consumed, drained and spent. 

She had taken it all, devoured me with her magic cunt, 
I had found the Perfect Pussy at last! We were still 
joined but growing limp, easing out, slick, spent, the 
head out, slipping down her lips, Anne put a cold towel 
on our foreheads as we came to our senses, I had dreams 
of the mouth in her cunt but it wasn't a dream, it was 
Thunder and Lightning which had made me see stars, had 
taken me away to a delirious dizziness, The Perfect 
Pussy was Rose this night! Would there, could there, be 
another? I understood why Rome had teetered, why the 
Emperors had sought the Empress of the Nile.

This had been my search for the Perfect Pussy and ended 
with the Perfect Fucking, I thought of Cleopatra, 
sailing on the Nile, attended by Emperors and an 
entourage, I wondered if there had been Thunder and 
Lightning those centuries ago as there had been on the 
living room floor of the three lovelies. 

I wondered if Anne and Helen would want their full turn 
now, Thunder Cock was in a nascent state, and their 
dreams would wait for another night when we would 
surely meet at the local pub alongside the low and 
supporting wall, and share smiles, knowing ones, 
wondering whose turn was next. Maybe Rose... I could 
only dream...

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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