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Erotic Odyssey III - Amoral Adventures

Chapter Five: Irene Shows All

"Hah. I'm sick or a pervert, darling but I do. I want to show that bastard and his screwhore what a stud you are and how much you like me. You do, don't you? I mean, like me... like fucking me?"

"I can't wait to show you how much I like you, darling. Now we can plan what we're going to do for the next three hours. I'm turning a pumpkin into a carriage, sort of, a carriage that you can ride. But it will only be a carriage for three hours so we have to plan how you're going to ride it during that time.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Joe. Get me another drink and explain."

I poured her another drink, noting that the bottle was now half gone and wondering if she was going to get drunk, so drunk that she wouldn't respond as well. I poured back part of the rum. She didn't seem to need it to relax her inhibitions like she had way back when I got her virginity, or at least she claimed I did.

"Here, darling. Now I have to make this limp pumpkin into a rigid carriage," I said as I pointed to my semi-erect penis.

"I want to watch," and Irene got up and followed me to the bathroom.

A physician friend had prescribed my little injectable elixir a few months earlier. It was called prostin and was used mainly by men with erectile disorders. I didn't have an erectile disorder but at the prescribed dose it enabled me to maintain steel-hardness for up to three hours and I'd impressed some twenty-something companions with my stamina. Tonight I hoped to not only impress Irene but to be able to aid her in whatever vengeance-achieving scenarios she wanted to enact.

Irene watched silently, her tongue tracing the outline of her sexy lips as if she was remembering the way my cock had slid in and out of their loving embrace. As soon as I injected the prostin I felt a warm tingling suffuse my penis and almost immediately it became as hard as a stone.

Irene had a strained smile on her face as she pointed ay my dick that was sticking straight out, hard and proud. "Hah. That's kind of scary, Joe," she said meekly as I led her back to the living room.

"I'm a slut, Joe. A horny, immoral slut," she murmured as she fiddled with the large videocam, aiming it at a place on the carpet and adjusting the zoom. Then, when all was apparently to her satisfaction, she turned to me. "You use the little videocam, darling," she said in a soft, almost timid voice and then she laid down on her back facing the camera with her long, shapely legs spread wide apart and her broad hips nicely tilted by the roundness of her lovely ass.

Looking straight into the camera lens Irene said in a tight, strained voice, "I hope you're watching, Ted. Now you can see me being made love to properly. Come Joe... show him what a stud you are."

Still holding the camera I knelt between her widespread thighs. She grasped my cock firmly and guided it to her wet, hair-wreathed opening. Then, after zooming in on our imminent connection, I put the camera aside. I slid easily inside, as she was still very wet from our oral encounter. I have noticed that women are always tighter after an orgasm, and Irene was no exception. I eased slowly inside her, rejoicing in the magnificent sensations flooding my body as the hot softness of her cunt engulfed me. I began a smooth, rhythmic motion, conscious that the camera was recording the bobbing of my bare ass between Irene's widespread legs. We made love at that pace for a few minutes, leisurely and relaxed. Having just had an orgasm, I wasn't sure when I could have another although I had no worries about maintaining my erection. In any case I knew that it would take some time.

"Yes Joe... oh yes... fuck me," Irene panted and her legs wrapped around my hips. "Yes darling... yesss... faster Joe... you're going to make me cum!"

Hooking my toes in the base of the sofa for I pumped my hips, driving deeply into her, then pulling out slowly, and hammering into her again. I could tell that she definitely enjoyed this pace, letting out a deep grunt each time my pubis slammed bruisingly against her hairy mons. Her hands were moving over my back, her nails scraping the skin and her moans of pleasure became more frequent. She then reached her head up and took my nipples into her mouth one at a time. I looked down and watched her sucking my nipple into her mouth, licking it teasingly, and an image filled my mind of her doing that to her husband. Was the camera getting this view? Would he see it? The thought that he would see me cuckolding him encouraged me to pick up the pace, and I began sliding into her faster and harder. She further urged me on by thrusting her hips up to meet me with each stroke, and her soft moans of pleasure were like long sighing "Ohhhhhh"s as my cock filled her again and again.

Suddenly I felt a strange sensation, and looked down to see her fingers manipulating her swollen clit, pressing it downwards so that my slick rod rubbed back and forth across it with each deep stroke. This was a trick she'd learned during marriage, I mused. Her moans began rising in pitch and intensity again, and her head was rocking back and forth.

Stretching an arm out toward the sofa I managed to grab a thick, decorative cushion and Irene arched her back to allow me to slide the cushion under her ass, I filled my hands with the firmness of her buttocks, grabbing them and pulling her upwards. She put her arms beneath her to support her weight as I held her ass and legs up and drove into her. Then I released my grip from her ass, straightened out my arms and looked down at her legspread, hip-arched nakedness.

This position gave me a view of my glistening shaft pounding in and out of her wet pussy and I regretted lewdly that I was unable to use the little camera for this view. The lips parted for me as I drove in and clung to me, protruding from the inside, as I withdrew. The sight of her using her fingers to further stimulate her clit against my shaft was driving me wild. She began arching her hips up higher and so, following her lead, I lifted her up further. That angle must have been hitting the right spot for her, because as soon as I lifted her, she started mewling with pleasure and as I thrust harder into her, they became sharp yelps of ecstasy, and she thrashed her head back and forth as she rubbed her clit faster and more frenzied. I heard, saw and felt her orgasm building, and when she was just reaching her climax, I slammed my cock into her as deep as I could, gripping her hips and pulling her hard against me. She nearly screamed as I withdrew slowly and did it again, plunging into her as far as possible. I felt the inner walls of her hot pussy tighten and clench around my cock, and then spasm repeatedly as she moaned and thrust her hips against me again and again.

This went on for nearly thirty seconds, and the slack- jawed expression on her face as she came, a thin sheen of sweat beading all over her, almost caused me to come as well. But like I said, with my recent orgasm, I needed a little more time to build up to it. I laid her gently back onto the floor as her breathing came back to normal and she came back to her senses a bit.

"Did you see that, Ted?" she asked, looking past my shoulder at the camera. "He makes me cum like that every time. Does Ted make you cum that way, Candy?"

She looked at me again and smiled that strange smile again. "Did you cum?"

"No darling. It'll be a while."

"I want to get on my hands and knees, darling. I want to look at the camera while you fuck me that way." Irene turned over, sticking her sexy ass in the air and wiggling it at me. I smacked it once, playfully, and then spread her ass cheeks with my hands as I slid my cock into her waiting hole. Her recent orgasm had tightened her up again, so I went slowly at first, enjoying the sensations as well as the view of my cock moving inside her and her ass spread wide. As we continued, she encouraged me to speed up a bit by rocking backwards against me, impaling herself deeper on my cock. I could see in the mirror that her face had a dreamy smile on it and she let out a contented "Mmmmmm" of pleasure when I reached under her belly to find her clit.

Her breathing started picking up again, and just when I began thinking there was no way she could come again, she asked me in that husky voice to pick up the pace a little. I grabbed her ass with my hands and bounced it back and forth onto my cock, now throbbing harder with the resurgence of my lust. She began moaning differently this time, deep and long "Ohhhhhhhh"s of pleasure.

We'd discussed how we'd perform for the camera but she had not mentioned assfucking although I well remembered how good fucking her in the ass had been. Hers was certainly not the only ass I'd been in but it was one of the few that I'd fucked to my own climax. Even though it was many years ago I still remembered the pleasure of feeling her rump roll under my belly and the way she'd writhed and wriggled as I emptied my sperm into her. Would she let me again?

She used the remote to shut off the camera and looked back over her shoulder at me. "Uh Joe? Would you? Like? Do my bottom? I haven't ever since we... you did it. I kind of want it and mostly it'll make Ted just freak out."

"God yes, Irene... that would be special."

"Use the little camera, Joe," she said as she turned the big camera on again. "He got all three of my virginities, Ted. My pussy and my mouth and we've showed him in there. Now he's going to fuck me in the ass.

I spread her cheeks further apart with my hands and pulled her towards me as far as I could, driving my cock inside her cunt as deeply as possible. Irene's shoulders dropped to the floor as she angled her hips higher to give me better access to her fat cunt. When I pulled out, I pulled almost all the way out, and slid back into her again with long, deep strokes. She began pushing back at me in time with my strokes, her ass looking tantalizing as it bobbed up and down. I reached out to tease the little, puckered brown circle and Irene moaned, "Put your finger in my ass Joe... please."

I wetted my thumb with the lubricating juices that welled out from her cock-plugged cunt and then slid it between her asscheeks into the crack and pressed it against her puckered asshole. Irene gasped and pushed her ass towards me, encouraging me to go inside. I eased my thumb in slowly as I pulled my cock out of her cunt, then withdrew my thumb as I shoved my cock back in. Continuing this rhythm, I worked my thumb into her ass deeper and deeper to the music of her rising moans.

Irene's head was resting on the crook of her arm, her eyes closed as if oblivious to the whirring camera or the mirror that I was watching. The combination of sights and sounds was bringing me to the edge again, her soft, engorged cuntwalls caressing my cock gently and delightfully.

Between gasps of breath Irene mumbled, "I want to try it again. Having your finger in me is making me crazy! I want you to put your cock in me, Joe. But do it slow, and if I tell you to, you have to stop. Okay?"

"You have to relax your ass muscles, darling. Push out, like you're going to the toilet. I'll take it slow, but you have to relax." I gripped her hips firmly and watched the little, black target-circle of her anus opening wider.

The air felt cool on my cock as I withdrew from Irene's steamy pussy and pressed the head of my cock against her anus. She was resisting without intending to and I heard her bite back a whimper. I held her wide hips firmly, preventinh her from moving away and my cock popped through her sphincter. I paused for a few seconds and then held her hips steady as I pulled her ass slowly toward me. She was alternately groaning and gasping, but she didn't ask me to stop. It felt like there was a circular vise gripping my cock as it disappeared from view, and then realized I was buried in her tight brown ass up to the hilt.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly. "I can take it out."

Her teeth were clenched. "It feels like I have an iron pipe at the base of my spine. I forgot how it hurt at first, a little, but not now. God, it feels strange! But I want you to keep on fucking my ass."

With a soft groan Irene pushed her shoulders up off the carpet so that she was kneeling on all fours and then she looked directly at the camera. "See this Ted. He's fucking me in the ass. Now he's been in two places you've never been... my mouth and my ass."

I eased my cock out an inch or so and then pushed it back in. I continued, increasing the tempo, and it gradually became easier as her muscles cooperated. After a minute or two, Irene was moaning and catching her breath with each penetration. For a minute or two, I wanted to climb all the way up into her. I wished I had a twenty-inch penis, so I could reach all the way into her intestines. The tight, smooth grip of her rectum on my cock combined with the vision of her big, shapely butt as I watched myself sliding in and out of her

My hands moved up to her waist and I held on tightly, controlling the tempo. Irene was pushing her ass back against my cock, trying to deepen each thrust and again she lowered her shoulders to the carpet... Her hand went up between her legs and I could feel it under my dangling balls as she fingered her pussy.

With a throaty groan Irene suddenly collapsed under me and as she fell forward I followed, tied to her by the grip of her rectal passage on my throbbing tool. I squirmed against her fleshy bottom, wriggling from side to side and spreading the firm hemispheres so I could get closer... and deeper.

Irene's head lifted and in the mirror I saw her pretty lips curl back from her teeth, her eyes opened unusually wide as she looked directly at the camera with a glassy stare. I felt a tremor shake her body and then her anal channel relaxed its grip and I felt like I had sunk, balls and all into her bowels. My God! I was making her cum and she was so far gone, she probably didn't know what planet she was on -- and that accomplishment was the last ingredient needed to trigger my orgasm.

I made a final deep lunge and came like a fire hose, shooting what felt like whole pints of come up into her body. Two or three more spasmodic plunges, and I was empty but I continued to fuck her ass, getting pleasure from the feel of those full, fleshy hemispheres rolling under my hips.

I felt Irene's knees begin to buckle, and I quickly wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her body and pressed her back against my chest, leaning back for balance. One hand cupped her breast and her nipple was so erect it poked between my fingers. Her arms hung loosely at her sides and her head lolled back on my collarbone. She was truly impaled; the balls of her feet barely rested on the wet tile. I could never have supported a larger girl that way.

Irene was gasping for breath as her eyes regained focus. "I came Joe,... I actually came,... incredible feeling,... I feel... so full,... like... like your cock... is ten times bigger. I don't remember that from before?"

I began to ease myself out of her but she immediately fumbled behind her, trying to grab my body. "No! -- Not yet! -- Don't leave yet..." She opened her legs wider and I slid lower between them until her legs were spread as far apart as it was possible to and I think I entered another inch deeper into her ass. Between us was so tight that strands of my pubic hair were tucked up into her rectum.

"Did you get a good look at that, Ted?" Irene said the last with an evil grin on her face and then she shut off the camera again and looked back over her shoulder at me.

"Mmmm... that feels good, Joe. Different but good. But you can get off now... Hah! That's what you did, isn't it. You got off. I could feel it when you did."

I withdrew from the now quite loose enclosure of her asshole and rose to my knees. "C'mon Irene. Let's shower."

The shower was enjoyable. I had a pulsating showerhead on a long umbilical cord and after Irene had washed me thoroughly I used it on her to great effect. I needed the assistance. Even though my prostin-aided organ remained gloriously erect, I was tired.

"God Joe. I can hardly stand," Irene sighed after she quivered through a wet climax induced by the showerhead. "I'm going to have to get one of those," she added as we got out of the shower. Both still naked, we returned to the living room. I wondered what she wanted to do now and I soon found out.

"Can we just talk for a few minutes, Joe?" she said as we sat on the sofa. "I need to... like... explain something to you. So you won't think I'm so awful."

"I think you're wonderful, Irene."

"You're just saying that, Joe," she said, looking into my eyes as her hand grasped my cum-numbed but still iron-hard cock. "I... like... I planned this, you know. Not everything. I didn't know you could... like... stay hard like this for so long. But I looked on the Web and found out stuff."

The gentle caresses of her hand felt good to me on the tender skin of my tool. The tightness of her nether portal had chafed it so I felt like I'd just had a tight-cunted virgin. "Like... what did you find out?"

"I found out that men... and women too... associate virility with the amount of stuff... semen... that is produced. And I want you to appear hugely virile, Joe. Hah. You are anyway but... like... there's something I'd like to do... to use."

I was truly puzzled. What did she mean? "Whatever you want, darling."

Irene went to the suitcase, which was still by the entry door and unzipped a side pocket. From it she took a small bottle. "Where's your microwave," she asked with a strange smile.

I could tell from the sounds that she briefly nuked something, presumably the little bottle. She padded back to the living room holding the bottle and fresh drinks for both of us.

"It's your fault, Joe. Until you took my virginity... hee hee... ruined me, I was a nice girl."

I realized then that the drinks were having an effect on her and she was, in fact, quite drunk.

"You made me into your young sex slave then and that's what I want to be... for the camera... now." She leaned in close and whispered what she wanted me to do.

I stood while she adjusted the large camera and, as when that was ready to her satisfaction, she moved a small chair close to where I stood and placed the small camera on it.

"I'm going to suck his cock again, Ted," she said to the camera as she knelt on the carpet before me. Even in my tired and drained state I felt a resurgence of my lust. We were side to the camera and the mirror behind it and I watched the mirror image as Irene dropped to her knees. She looked up at me and her long tongue laved the underside of my cock. "Just watch this, Ted," she said with a hard-eyed look at the camera.

" I leaned back and picked up the small camera and closer views to our rapidly growing library until she pushed the camera away. She was marvelous. She held my cock with both hands and her head moved back and forth as she sucked me wetly and noisily.

"He's going to cum again, Ted. He's going to go off again in my mouth," she gasped and Irene suddenly had the little bottle in her hand. With her face turned away from the large camera, she tilted the bottle and squeezed a portion of the contents into her mouth and once again wrapped her lips around my tool.

I think it was only then that I realized what she was doing. Her hands were now on my bare ass pulling and pushing, encouraging me to fuck her wetly suctioning mouth. I sensed that her mouth was wetter than before and then as she gagged and gurgled I saw a thick, whitish fluid escape from her mouth and dribble to the floor. Her hands were again on my cock slathering it with the thick, oily liquid and I felt a huge erotic thrill.

"Shee Ted," she slurred as gobs of fake gism drooled from her red lips. "Shee what a real man can do. And he'll do more, too."

Irene used the remote to shut off the camera. "You don't mind do you, Joe? I jusht want to humiliate him. And it wash kind of fun, too."

"My God, Irene. You're sexy," was all I could manage but I noted that she was slurring her words, confirming my belief that she was drunk. And then she was urging me to the floor, on my back, guiding me so that my head was toward the large camera.

"Shee how it stands up Ted... even after he's fucked my ass and I've sucked him off twice?" Irene was kneeling beside me, looking at the camera while she fondled my artificially hardened tool. And then she lifted one leg so that she could straddle my hips.

I stroked her thighs and hips as she knelt, her hairy cuntlips gaping just above my upright cock. She grasped me firmly and murmured, "Cameras, Joe. Get some pictures so I can remember this when I'm old."

"Oh God, Irene... that feels good," I moaned as she took the knob of my penis into the dripping wet mouth of her cunt.

"This will feel even better," Irene said. She lifted herself back up and went down a little further with the downstroke. "Do you like being inside me... all the way inside me?" she asked. "Yes," I whispered. "Good," she said. "I want you way up inside me, too, lover. Can't wait to feel you all the way in. But not yet. I like feeling you a little way in." She took my dick and rubbed the head of it against her clit. "Oh darling," she cooed huskily. "Feels so good to me. I want you back inside me!" She slid my hard cock back to her throbbing pussy and just let the tip enter her again. Up and down with quick little strokes, building her excitement even higher and higher. Then SLAM, she pressed her cunt down onto me "Oh God, Joe. You feel so good inside me!" Repeatedly she impaled herself on my stiff rod and each downstroke elicited a cry from her and some from me. "Hungh... Yungh Joe," she grunted when I felt the tip of my cock bump her cervix. "Hungh... so deep... only felt that with you, darling. So deep."

I don't know if she really meant it or was just saying it to torment her husband but it added to my pleasure. And despite what she'd drained from me already I felt as if I was going to cum again.

Faster and faster she went, grinding her pussy onto my cock and getting so close to orgasm. She threw her head back and cooed again: "Ohhh, Love. You are so good to me. I am so close now! Cum with me, darling! I want to feel you cumming inside my hot pussy when I cum for you." Up and down she went. She could feel me rising up to meet her, getting even more into her womanhood. "Oh Joe, you feel so good. Oh my Goooooddddd... aahhhhhh!!!!" Suddenly she couldn't go on any more, yet her body continued to twitch and writhe for me. She collapsed on top of me and continued to move so that I could get off for her. She kissed my lips, long, slow and deep. "I fel you cumming! Give it to me honey!" she gasped as I felt the spasms of orgasm shoot through my loins. "Fill me up with your sperm, Joe. Oh darling! Feels so good." I was sure she was faking it and then her hand was between us. I felt something hard. Damn. That little bottle again.

Lying on me as she was the camera couldn't see what she did but I knew. She'd pushed the neck of the little squeeze bottle into the annulus between her cuntmouth and my cock and squeezed the artificial semen up into her. She lay there for a minute or so and then rose to her knees. A small torrent of the creamy liquid poured from her cunt and dribbled down onto my groin.

"My God, Joe... You did it again," Irene gasped. "Do you shee that, Ted. Maybe he's made me pregnant? He sure flooded me."

Irene lowered herself again to lie on top of me, my rigid organ trapped between her thighs. "That was wonderful, Joe. I never felt this satisfied... or this worn out since that first time you made love to me."

In the morning we edited the tapes. They were definitely erotic for both of us and we spent almost three hours making love while we watched our edited product.

Things became very messy for Irene and Ted but that's another story.