I've got a story to tell, and I'm going to tell it. I don't care how many people turn green when they hear it. The scandal broke a few years ago, and quite a few respectable people in upstate New York are still trying to put then-lives back together.
My wife and I played a small but not unimportant part in it. It started out innocently enough. Just a rather unethical desire on my part for an advancement to Manager in my boss's firm, and a little bit too much cock-teasing on the part of my wife.
My boss had a few business matters to talk to me about, and he invited me over to his house one Friday night. He'd never met Allison before, (that's my wife), and suggested that she come too so that his wife would have something to do while we worked.
Allison and I were feuding at the time. It seemed like I'd been coming home too late, too often, and she'd figured out that I had something going on the side. I love my wife and she's one of the most beautiful women in the world, but when it comes to balling, well she freezes over like a sixteen year old virgin. We'd been together four years at the time, and for four years I kept hoping for a change. I'd come home from work, tired, hungry and horny, and she'd tell me to wipe my shoes and wash up 'cause dinner was ready. I feel that a hard-working man is entitled to a better greeting than that.
As the evening wore on things didn't change much. She was a lovely hostess to all our friends and I'm sure no one thought anything was wrong, but they should have caught us at bedtime.
I'd try to warm her up a bit. Long kisses were she'd hardly open her mouth enough to let our tongues meet. She looked on sex at though it were a duty. She figured if I fucked her three times a week it should be enough to hold me. As soon as I'd let my hands slip down to fondle her breasts, she'd reach over for the light switch and turn it off. Then she'd undress with her back to me and walk over to the bed.
Maybe I can't see in the dark, but I sure can feel in it. Her body always thrilled me. Her skin itself was beautiful. Soft and smooth, it just tingled under my fingers. I'd let my hands run over her curves, starting with her belly, and try to ignore the fact that I was getting no response from her.
Most of the women I've been with get hot as soon as you put your hands on their tits, but not her. I'd make my teeth ache from nibbling on those hard pink nipples, and she'd lay there like a beautiful but dead lump of clay. That didn't do much for my ego, or my hard-on.
I like to dig into a woman like she were a juicy steak. I'd start off slow, by softly biting her on her neck and work my way downhill, making wet circles around her small hard breasts. She sort of enjoyed it, and would arch her back a little, making her nipples pop right up into my mouth, and that was fine with me.
But as soon as I'd close my mouth around them she'd flatten out, and I'd have to start all over again. I once tried to get my face between her legs, but her reaction was enough to freeze a rapist. She sat up so fast I almost fell off the bed.
"What are you doing? For God's sake, are you perverted?"
She wouldn't let me go near her for days after that, and things got from bad to worse.
Well, that explains my late nights. I'm an average male, I think, and my sexual needs aren't unusual. But there's nothing wrong with enjoying a good fuck now and then, and I like a woman who can come with me, not against me, if you know what I mean.
Well, the night we went to my boss's house was the start of a change in our domestic life. It worked out well for us, but we were lucky. Not so with some of the others. Let me tell you the story now. I seem to be going off on tangents.
My wife got all dressed up. She looks well in clothes and knows it. She wore a short tweed skirt and a matching silk blouse, the kind that clings a little too much to be innocent. If it had been anyone but Allison I'd have thought she was a real hot piece, but unfortunately I knew better. It was just a game she played. She wanted to see how hot she could get other men, and then play the devoted wife if anyone said anything. Sometimes I've wanted to belt her one, but it wouldn't help.
Allison's twenty-seven now, but then she had just turned twenty-three. It's a great age to be if you're a woman. Her dark brown eyes had a girlish sparkle, and her long, almost black, hair hung down freely over her shoulders. Her skin was very pale, and her lips just a little to full to be perfect. But they were luscious. They looked like they were just made to surround a penis, and the way she smiled, sort of sexy and sneering, did nothing to take away that image. I wished it were true a thousand times, but that sweet looking mouth did nothing but eat and speak. What a waste of natural resources.
She walked self-consciously to the car, swinging her hips a little to let me get a good look at her tight little ass and lovely long legs. I did my best to ignore it, but believe me it was hard. How'd you like to be married to a piece like that, and hardly ever have touched her.
We drove silently to my boss's house, speaking only a few times about meaningless things. Once she asked me for a light, and leaned over when I lit the match so that the tips of her breasts brushed across my chest. She smiled a little.
"Trying to get us into an accident?" I kidded her. She likes that kind of priase, and in the car she's got nothing to worry about.
"You just keep your eyes on the road Alex," she laughed and then she leaned back in her seat and her face glowed with pride. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek and she moved closer to me, and when we got to the house we were happier than we had been in a long time.
I rang the bell and the boss's wife answered the door. I almost fell off the steps with surprise. She was something else. Now David's a good-looking man, and not much past thirty, but when I saw his wife I had to give him credit for a lot more than I'd done previously.
Iris was about the same age as my wife, but they had little more than that in common. Where my wife is slim, looking more like a girl in her budding teens, Iris was stacked. She was wearing a tight, V-necked type sweater and her tits shot out of it like a bullet from a gun. I was a few steps lower than her and those two huge mountains were parctically staring me in the face. I blushed a little I guess. My thoughts were a bit embarrassing, but she smiled at me like she knew and didn't care. Then she stepped back and ushered us into the room.
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CHAPTER TWO
David came over smiling and introduced himself to my wife. They shook hands cordially, said a few pleasant things, and then she sat down on the sofa. Somehow or other she managed it so that her skirt came up a little too high, leaving most of her slender white thighs well exposed to anyone's view. She crossed her legs and settled back. I almost laughed at the hungry look that flashed over my boss's face.
"What would you like to drink folks?" he asked, and walked over to their very expensive looking mahogany bar. "We've got time to get better acquainted before we get down to business."
He mixed a couple of screw drivers for me and my wife, and then settled down in an easy chair across the way from the sofa. It gave him a magnificent view of Allison's legs, and he was obviously enjoying it. I figured that I was entitled to the same, and proceeded to give his wife a more thorough looking over.
Like I said, her tits were magnificent. They jutted out so far I almost thought I could touch them from across the room. And her waist was surprisingly small, almost as tiny as Allison's. Her ass maybe was a little too big, but it was hard to tell with her sitting down. Her buttocks sort of spread themselves out comfortably over the chair, and I couldn't help imagining how soft and full those cheeks were. She was kind of tapping her foot on the ground as though she were a little impatient, and I looked up at her face, trying to read her eyes. She was watching David, and her eyes never left his, as she followed them checking out Allison. She didn't look jealous, just a little amused. I got the impression that this had happened before. Then she turned and looked me squarely in the face.
She tossed her head and her blonde hair swung back over her shoulders. She smiled at me and her cat-like green eyes flashed me a look of understanding.
"Excuse my husband please Alex. He's not very subtle, but he makes up for it in other ways." I laughed a little, more out of embarrassment than anything else. It was hard to hear the truth so bluntly put. But it didn't seem to bother David any. He just smiled at her and turned to me.
"Forgive me if I'm a little obvious, but it's hard to help showing my admiration for a beautiful woman. Would you like another drink, and then we'll get down to work."
He went over to the bar again, and the two girls started chatting together like they'd known each other for years.
Iris had a charming way about her of putting people at their ease. Outside of her rather heavy-handed comment about David's behavior, everything was going smoothly.
"David's been beeling me all about your husband. It seems like he's doing a fine job. It may be a secret, but there's going to be a vacancy soon for Manager and we were talking about your husband as a good man to fill it."
"That's right Alex," he said to me. "I think you might be the right man for the job and I was planning on talking to you about it, but it seems like my wife beat me to it. I guess she likes you too."
There was something about the way he said that last line that made me look up a little apprehensively. There was something in it that had gone over my head.
Iris gave her husband a funny look, then she smiled and went back to her conversation with my wife. For some reason or other I was their topic of conversation and as we left the room I caught one last line.
"Your husband's a very handsome man Allison. Don't you worry about other women trying to get a little too close to him?"
It was the wrong thing to say to Allison. She does worry. She knows I'm not satisfied with her, and she gets frantically jealous every time I'm a few minutes late in getting home.
I can sympathize with her a bit, but as long as she wasn't going to do anything about her sleeping habits it was hard for me to worry much about her jealousy. I'm an attractive man, I know it. I've always been active and have got a strong muscular body. My face may be a little too hard looking, but it just reflects the kind of life I've led, and my world-weary look has never failed to draw an interested response from women. It didn't surprise me to hear David's wife speak of me with an edge of desire in her voice. What did surprise me was my wife's comment to her.
"It seems to me that you must have the same problem with your man," I heard Allison say. Iris laughed and said that they had worked out some very suitable arrangements, and since then their married life had been very peaceful. I wondered just what those arrangements had been. I was soon to find out.
David took me into his study and closed the door. When we had made ourselves comfortable he got down to business.
"I was thinking seriously about using you as our new manager, if everything works out all right." He interrupted my words of thanks and continued.
"I've got a proposition to offer you, which I hope you'll think over. It may seem a little strange at first, but it's really a very common arrangement. It seems as though my wife saw you a few weeks ago when she met me for lunch. She found you attractive, and according to an agreement the two of us have together, it became my obligation to get you for her."
"What are you trying to tell me?" I asked. The conversation was getting a little too strange, and I felt my head begin to swirl with the combination of vodka and unexpected thoughts.
"It's like this Alex. My wife and I agreed a long time ago that two people just weren't enough to satisfy each other. We decided that it would help us stay together, and also be happier with each other, if we added a bit of outside activity to our lives. Anyone that I want she helps me get, and I do the same for her. I like your work anyway, but if you'll agree to service my wife then I can guarantee you the Manager's job. Of course, you'll throw your wife into the bargain."
I sat there stunned for a minute. I was tempted to punch him but then thought better of it. Jobs as good as mine are scarce enough where we live, and I could sure use the extra money I'd get as Manager. Anyway, his wife certainly wouldn't be a chore to sleep with. There was only one catch, and that was my wife.
"It's hard for me to say no to a proposition like that," I said and managed to smile. The bastard leaned back and smiled like he knew his power over me.
"There's only one catch, and that's my wife. I'm afraid that the responsibility of convincing her will have to be yours. Good luck."
"My wife's talking to her now. If anyone can convince her, Iris can. She always gets what she wants. Sometimes it frightens me." I could believe him. She certainly looked sure of herself.
"Now that we've got this talked out among ourselves, let's go in and talk to the ladies."
We walked to the door, and he closed it after us. I almost thought that the whole thing was a dream.
Or maybe a nightmare. Sure I wanted to make it with his wife, but I wasn't so sure about wanting to share Allison with that bastard. Or anyone for that matter.
"If you ever do get her in bed, you're in for a nasty surprise," I thought to myself. He saw me smiling, and patted me on the back.
"I see that idea appeals to you." I couldn't help laughing at his misinterpretation, but that laugh was cut short when we entered the room.
There they were. Both of them. Sitting stark naked on the rug in front of the fireplace, and sipping their drinks like there wasn't a thing in the world more natural to be doing.
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CHAPTER THREE
"Hi there guys," Iris said giggling. "We planned this little surprise and hope you enjoy it."
David chuckled. "I told you. She always gets what she wants."
I looked at my wife and she couldn't look me in the face. She turned her back to us and squatted on her heels by the fire, pretending to be fascinated by the brightly colored shooting flames. She looked like a teen-age boy from the back. Her shoulders looked so slender and her narrow waistline flowed directly into a pair of equally narrow hips. Her tiny hard buttocks were dimpling where the heels of her feet were pressed against them. She looked so helpless, like an embarrassed kid. I wanted to shake her and find out what had made her decide to go along with the whole idea. I'd been counting on her to make it impossible. And here she was. Giving me the surprise of my life.
Iris and David were talking when I turned around, and I got a fine view of my prospective bed-mate. For a minute I forgot all about Allison crouched over there by the fire, as a totally different fire began to creep into my belly.
Iris was really something to look at. Not like most women, she looked better undressed than she did in clothes. Her breasts were huge, but surprisingly high and firm, with pink-brown saucers for nipples. They were hard already, I guessed it was from the cold. Just looking at those swelling melons made my prick grow inside my pants. You'd have a hard time getting those nipples into your mouth, I thought, much less that whole mountainous globe of a breast.
My eyes traveled gratefully down her body and lingered on the triangular patch of golden hair that shaded her cunt.
I wanted her suddenly, so badly that Allison completely left my thoughts, and I walked over to her quickly and ran my hand over her round soft ass.
She took a step forward in surprise, then smiled. "Can't wait can you? What's that you've got in your pocket?" I laughed with her. The bulge of my penis was really too big to go unnoticed. Then Allison stood up.
She was paler than usual and the fire flayed over her silky skin giving it a red vibrant glow. Her tiny breasts quivered a little when she moved, and I could almost see her heart beating under the tiny white mound. She walked over to us, and right up to David. She didn't even look at me. She took his hand and placed it on the flatness of her belly and allowed him to run his fingers through the dark mound of her pubic hair. Then she stood on tiptoe and kissed him full on the lips. The way she had never kissed me before.
I could feel myself tingling with rage, as I saw her press her slender body tightly to his. I grabbed Iris by the arm and started steering her to the bedroom door.
"Two's company," I said and managed to control my temper. I had sometimes wondered how I'd feel if Allison ever slept with another man, and now I knew. I couldn't believe my eyes, but it was happening, and I just couldn't stay in the same room with them. I knew that in another minute I'd explode.
I opened the bedroom door and closed it behind us. A minute later Iris had managed to erase the entire scene in the other room from my mind.
She was pushing me against the closed door and her lips were clamped down on mine. Her tongue was busy searching rapidly and with a tingle of excitement I felt it push past my teeth and probe deep into my mouth. I met her more than half way, and heard her breath quicken into short hot gasps as my tongue fought hers and explored the hungry wet cavity.
I pulled her hard into my body, and for the first time remembered that she was stark naked. I could feel her smooth skin slightly damp with perspiration as I trailed my fingers over her back.
"Oooooh yes," she groaned. "I want you to fuck me."
"I'll be glad to oblige baby, but give me a chance." How the hell did she expect me to get my pants off with her clinging to me like a pirhanna fish on a piece of meat.
I felt like a stud, and it made me angry. I pushed her hard away from me and she fell heavily on the bed, her legs sprawled out lewdly. Then I quickly stripped off my clothes and walked over to the bed.
She was looking up at me with a smile of anticipation and I wasn't going to disappoint her. I grabbed her ankles and yanked her legs wide apart. Then I got a good look at her gaping red cleft, the pleasure center of a woman's body.
She was waiting. I could see the gentle heavings of her softly rounded belly, and her huge breasts were leaning lazily towards her armpits. She was quite a change from Allison and I can't say I didn't like it.
I ran my fingertips along the insides of her thighs, teasing her into desire. She started to raise her legs but I held them firmly apart, letting her know that this time she was getting screwed my way. My prick was standing upright, and I could feel the familiar tension building up in my balls. I could see a few drops of moisture clinging to the thick lips of her cunt, and I knew she wanted me as badly as I wanted her. Then I started to eat her. My tongue tickled the fleshy meat of her vagina and I could hear her moan softly as it moved deeper along the gaping crack. A musky taste filled my mouth as the moisture from her horny pussy trickled down my throat. Damn, it was good! Moving my pointed instrument hard up and down the crack I drank as much as there was, continually exciting her body into producing more. Her hips began to grind and I could feel my face being pushed deep into her womb. My nose was buried in her hot sticky cunt and I rubbed it against her sensitive red clit.
"That's it, ooooh, right there. Lick it, lick me. Now, now, now." God, she was a hot bitch. It was almost frightening.
I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go, and used it like a cock jamming it's way into a cunt. It drove deep against the bumpy wet walls, slopping up the creamy come that was coming in floods from her excited pussy. Then I drew it out and worked on her hard clit, drawing trembling gasps from deep within her throat. I used my teeth, mingling pain with pleasure, a combination I had always found successful, and her legs twitched spasmodically in an attempt to engulf my entire head into her womb. I couldn't hold her legs any longer. They were fighting too hard, and I didn't have the energy to keep them spread. A second later her heavy soft thighs had me buried and there was no place to go but down.
It was a strange feeling. I was completely engulfed in flesh. Soft and fleshy on the top of my head, and wet and open against my face. I fell into her cunt, and licked her until my tongue ached. When I couldn't take it any longer, I pinched her hard on the inside of her thigh and sat up with relief as her legs flew apart. With a little scream of surprise and pain she wriggled up to a sitting position, and just sat there with her mouth open. That gave me an idea.
"Turn about is fair play," I said, and holding my penis loosely in my hand I moved up further on the bed in a kneeling position. My prick was pointing straight at her open mouth, and with a smile of understanding she opened wider, letting me slip my organ deep into the wetness between her lips.
She was an expert. She moved one hand to my ass, caressing my buttocks and at the same time pushing me forward and deeper into her. The other hand was busy massaging my aching balls. It was all I could do to keep from coming then and there, but with a supreme effort I managed to hold off and reaped the full enjoyment of one of the best blow jobs I've ever had in my entire life.
She moved her tongue around the tip, making wet circles of agonizing pleasure run through my body. Then she made suction cups of her lips, still only working on the head of my shaft, and the warm wet pressure drew unconscious moans from my throat. With a little push from her hand on my ass, my prick shot into her mouth and was completely surrounded in her hot saliva.
My rod was moving back and forth now so fast in her mouth that it felt like a fire about to burst into flame. I moved a hand down to her cunt, and spread her sopping lips. Then I drove three fingers deep into that pleasure spot, and she creamed like a bitch. One final drive, and as my cock was buried to the hilt in her throat I shot my burning sperm into the back of her mouth and almost cried with relief as the pressure of the building spunk left my balls. Then I pulled out and fell on my back into the waiting softness of the mattress.
Her eyes were closed, and her breath was coming in hollow gasps. I rolled onto my side and fingered her hard rubbery nipples. Immediately her eyes flew! open, and she smiled a smile of complete satisfaction. ; That made me feel good. I was afraid that perhaps she had been disappointed by my having come in her i mouth. I guessed that the final job of my fingers had been enough to bring her to her peak, and I was glad. I I just couldn't have held off any longer.
I reached over to the night table and lit a couple of cigarettes. Then I handed her one. Fucking's almost automatic. It's the talking after it's all over that I find hard.
"Thanks," she said, taking the cigarette. "Thanks for everything."
"Oh, it was nothing," I said. "Glad you enjoyed it."
I was feeling preoccupied now that it was all over. I began to wonder what the hell was happening in the other room. Had Allison made it with David? Was it good, or was he disappointed? Did she do more for him than she did for me? I was torturing myself with these questions, and each one I asked myself sent a surge of jealousy right through my chest.
I didn't even stop to think about how she felt. I knew she had always been envious of big women, and had thought that big tits and a big ass attracted me more than her tiny form. She was wrong, but I couldn't convince her. Each to his own. I like my women slender and solid. I'm a leg man, and as long as the rest of the necessary anatomy is there the proportions don't really matter.
"I'm going to the bathroom. Be back in a minute." I flicked the hot ash into an ashtray, and got out of the bed.
Some cold water on my face woke me up with a jolt. I dropped my head under the faucet, and let the icy water stream over my face. The hair around my penis was sort of sticky with both our juices and I washed it off also. It felt good to rub the soft fluffy towel over my limp prick, and I almost got a hard-on just standing there. But I was curious about Allison and didn't want to get involved in another fucking session with Iris. Once every ten minutes is enough I guess.
Iris was getting dressed when I came back into the room. She made a grab for my balls as I was slipping my pants on and she almost knocked me over.
"You're as playful as a kitten, huh pussy," I said laughing.
"You're a lot of fun yourself," she answered. "It's too bad it's over so soon."
"You can never tell about those things," I said, and steered her to the door.
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CHAPTER FOUR
Allison and David were sitting at the bar talking like old friends and sipping their drinks. They turned when we entered, and I got a chance to search my wife's face for sign of what she was feeling. She looked happy, that's all. She seemed to be completely at her ease, and her legs were crossed comfortably under her skirt just like when we first came in. I didn't even know if they had slept with each other.
"Have a drink, Alex," Dave offered. I nodded and he mixed another screw driver. "Iris never drinks after fucking. She claims it's bad for the heart."
We sat around for a while and talked pleasantly enough, but it was obvious that Allison was avoiding me, both in looks and in speaking.
"I was thinking, Alex, about next week-end. Your charming wife and I have been talking, and it it's all right with you we'd like to get together again. We could go up to my lodge, maybe get in a little skiing, and maybe get in a few other things too."
"It doesn't sould like a bad idea," I said. Iris was watching me closely, and she seemed to sense my uncertainty.
"Why don't we let them talk it over, Dave," she said to her husband. "He can let you know at work tomorrow. That will give us plenty of time to make arrangements."
"All right. That sounds reasonable to me. I'll speak to you tomorrow at work then."
About a half hour later we left, after some rather lingering kisses goodbye, and Allison and I walked to the car.
We started the trip home in silence. Neither of us dared to ask the questions that were in our minds. Finally I couldn't wait any longer.
"Did you enjoy yourself tonight honey?" I asked quietly.
"It was all right. David's a very nice man. How about you?"
"I didn't mind. Listen baby, I don't want to get involved in anything that could hurt us. The Manager job is important to both of us, but not so important that we have to risk our marriage to get it. What do you think? Anything you decide is fine with me."
"All right Alex, I'll tell you what I think. I know you want to sleep with Iris. I don't blame you. She's certainly built better than I am. And while I'm a little jealous, I think I can stand it. Our marriage isn't that good now. If we're going to break up then we will. This might actually be good for us. I feel good with David. Not so frightened. He likes me, and I don't get the feeling that he's comparing me with every other woman he's slept with. I can do things with him, that I can't with you, because I don't love him. I don't really care that much about what he thinks of me."
"Well that makes me feel just fine," I said. I was furious. Here I was married to this cold-blodded bitch, and she had given another man what she had deprived me of.
We finished the trip in silence, and didn't speak again until we were getting ready for bed.
Allison was undressing, with the lights on for a change, and I saw a heart shaped red hicky planted low on her belly.
I came closer to punching her then and there than I had ever come before. Somehow I held back, and managed to get into bed. She lay down next to me and turned the light off.
I couldn't sleep. I wanted to know what had happened.
"Tell me about it," I asked her. I guess something in me wanted to be hurt, but I was really curious.
"If you really want to know. But don't get angry." As I didn't say anything she continued. "We started slowly. You know, just sort of kissing. I guess I was a little drunk because I felt dizzy and leaned into him. He's got a very hairy chest, and it sort of tickled me. I guess it made my nipples hard, because he started to tease me about them and got me laughing. Then I felt pretty good, and didn't mind when he started to suck them. It made me tingle, he sort of bit on them, hard, and I could feel them almost popping into his mouth. They looked like little cherries. He said they tasted good too, and he wanted to know what the rest of me tasted like."
I couldn't believe it. I had never tried to get Allison drunk before screwing her and I suddenly regretted it.
"Well, what happened then?" I asked. I was really getting interested, and my cock was too. Just hearing about how my wife had made it with another guy made me excited, and I wondered if maybe I really was perverted.
"Well then he started to kiss my belly. He even gave me a few red marks from sucking so hard. I got this funny itching feeling in my, you know, between my legs, and I moved my hand down to it without thinking. He saw me rubbing it, and said that he knew something that would make it feel even better. I was a little embarrassed, but I was feeling kind of brassy, so I said that I'd like to learn. Then he got on his knees in front of me and started to lick it. Like you did that time when I got so angry."
"You let him eat you when you wouldn't let me?" I was furious.
"I thought you wanted to hear about it. If it's going to make you angry I'll stop." She looked at me defiantly, as though she were daring me to tell her to go on. And I did.
"All right. Be quiet then, and I'll finish this bed-time story. Anyway, he was on his knees in front ' of me, and the things he was doing with his tongue felt so good my knees almost buckled. For a while he just licked the outside, and kissed my pubic hair, then he started to push it in deeper and I would have been real embarrassed if it didn't look like he was really enjoying doing it. I felt myself growing all wet, and I knew that some of the moisture had to be in his mouth so I asked him what it tasted like. I was giggling like a school girl, I guess, and he told me I was very sweet and naive."
It bothered me to know that another man was aware of how innocent my wife was. After all, we had been married four years, and here she was asking all those dumb teenage questions. I knew she wouldn't understand that. She wasn't very sensitive to the needs of a male ego. Anyway, what was done was done, and my boss was obviously pleased. Some men like virgins, and she was as close to one as a married twenty-three year old woman could be. Maybe he'd teach her for me, I thought.
"I suppose I started moaning," she continued, "and he smiled at me and said he'd show me where it felt best. It felt so good, I didn't care what he did to me, so I said that I'd like that. Then he started my clitoirs and finally he took it all the way in his mouth and started to suck on it hard. I could feel all kinds of tremors running up and down my belly and then my hips just started shaking. I couldn't do anything about it. They were moving on their own. He put a finger all the way up ; my cunt," she had so much trouble saying the word I almost laughed, but didn't because I didn't want to interrupt her story, "and sort of stirred around like I was a dish of chocolate pudding. I don't know what happened to me. I almost blanked out. My head started to swirl and my knees buckled and a second later there I was on the floor with my mouth open."
"That's funny," I said, "Iris ended up in the same position." I just wanted to remind her that she hadn't been the only one to get fucked that night. She turned a little pale, but continued. I guess she wanted to show me that she didn't care.
"He's got a huge penis, Alex. Bigger than your's." She knew just what to say to make me feel great, but she never said it. Well, we were both in a bitchy mood that night, and it was my fault for having asked her.
"My cunt was so wet and slippery that I barely felt it when he slipped it in. But he thrust it so deep that I almost jumped when he hit the back wall. He sensed it, I guess, and he put his hands on my belly to hold me down. Then it began to feel good. The thickness of it filled me completely and the friction of it rubbing against my walls made me hot all over. We were both having trouble breathing, and I thought for sure that you'd hear us in the next room. His face was all red and he was muttering all kinds of strange things to himself."
"Like what?" I asked, curious about how another man reacts when he's coming.
"Oh, things like, 'fucking cunt, wet, sopping pussy, how'd ya like the way that feels?' All kinds of stuff like that.
Then he started to come. I could actually feel his penis moving in jerks inside me, and it seemed like it took him forever. Then he just collapsed, and lay on top of me getting his breath back. That was all. He asked me how I liked it and I said fine, and then he suggested next week-end."
In the meantime I had gotten horny as hell listening to the story. I reached over to her and covered one of her tiny breasts in my hand and squeezed. When she didn't react I squeezed harder, and she grabbed my hand and said to stop hurting her.
"All right baby. I understand. You've given your all to that prick David, and now you've got nothing left for me. I wouldn't even want to use the same hole he did so you're just gonna quietly flip over on your belly and take it up the ass. Remember? Like we used to before we got married for fear you might get pregnant."
"Alex! Stop talking like that. You know it hurt, and I never liked it."
"Well I don't give a damn if you like it or not! You're gonna take it, and look happy about it too. How do you think I feel. Like a first class Shmuck! Letting another man reap the benefits of my four married years. Turn over and spread."
Times have changed since then, but then things were a little rough. She wasn't exactly obliging, and I had to give her a sort of boost onto her belly. She didn't appreciate that so she started to scream. I smacked her hard on the rump and told her to shut her fucking mouth or I'd fill it for her, and then got busy.
There was no vaseline available, and I had no intentions of leaving her alone while I took a little walk to the bathroom. I figured that the way things were going, this was going to be my last night with her, and I was going to make it good.
She was shook up by the slap, and I could see why. Her tiny white ass had the large red imprint of my hand running all across it. There was even a slight indentation where I wear my wedding ring. It looked real sweet, and it had been a long time since I had gotten that close to it.
I put my hands on those narrow hips and hoisted her up into a semi-kneeling position. Too bad no vaseline, I thought again, but I knew something just as good. I pulled her bud-like cheeks wide apart, and stared for a long time at that small brown circle of an eye she usually used for shitting. A few quick licks and it should be ready for action, I thought, and proceeded to suit the action to the thought.
I could tell she was really scared of me. She sort of moved half-heartedly, trying to wriggle out a little from my grasp, but we both knew she wasn't going anywhere.
"Relax baby. You might even enjoy it. You can never tell. In any case I'm going to."
I pushed my face right into the crack and dug my tongue as deep into the tight opening as it would go. It wasn't very far, but what can you do. Allison's a remarkably clean person, sometimes I wonder a little about her, but it's not exactly unpleasant to shove your face into someone's asshole and find that it only has a kind of sweet heavy odor. It was a pleasure to lick that winking brown eye, and even good old Allison began to enjoy it. And that's saying something. But my balls were beginning to ache and I figured it was time to end the preliminaries.
Her asshole's tight today, but then hell, it was like trying to thread a needle. I had to hold on to her hips real hard, because she started wriggling in earnest. I was praying that the neighbors wouldn't hear her. She was screaming like a banshee.
I felt bad about causing her all that pain, but I was really pissed about the little story she told. If she thought she hurt, she should have felt my pain. Anyway, that's when I really knew I loved her. If it doesn't hurt sometimes how do you know you're alive?
Anyway, somehow I managed to keep her ass pretty still. Her tits were jiggling all over the place, and I could almost hear them ringing. I don't think she actually believed I was going to bugger her until I inserted my prick head into that tight little hole of hers. Even with my spit as lubrication it was a tight fit, and progress was an inch at a time.
An ass hole isn't like a cunt. It's tighter, and sort of hugs you to the walls. I felt like I was being digested by a boa constrictor, only without the pain. I could feel those powerful muscles grinding away at my penis, almost drawing out my sperm against my will. The walls were moist to begin with, but as I made progress into that dark tunnel they got wetter and wetter, until they almost started to drip. Nature tries to make things easier for people, I guess, and after a little while I was sliding in and out like a snake in the grass.
As I would pull out a little I could hear a little whoosh of air, sort of like a quiet fart. Allison had given up her struggling and had started to push against me so that her ass was grinding into my belly. I was completely engulfed in her little rear end, and she liked it!
It couldn't last much longer. Allison's grunts were just echoes of my own, and when her grunts changed into a high pitched whine I decided that for once in our life we'd come together.
She was twisting her rump for all it was worth and I just shot a spout of white spunk all the way up her bowels. I think it must have reached her belly button, it came out with such force. She choked on a shreik and then lay flat on her belly. I fell on top of her. She was speared, and it was too much effort to pull my prick out.
The sheet was sopping with sweat and a trickle of come was smeared on her ass and dripping down her legs. I ran my finger along the wet stream and held it to her nose.
"That's us," I said, and rolled off the bed. I could hear her sobbing quietly the whole time I was in the bathroom washing up.
I didn't want to face her again. I guess I felt guilty. So I made a make-shift bed on the couch, and slept the sleep of an exhausted man until the alarm clock went off at seven-thirty in the morning.
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CHAPTER FIVE
That damn alarm clock woke me up, and I almost fell off the couch. I can never get used to that shrill ringing sound. I had completely forgotten about where I was and for a second I just stared blankly at the living room. Then my memory woke up with the rest of me, and all the events of the preceding night flashed like a nightmare through me head.
I had to go into the bedroom to get my clothes, so I steeled my courage and prepared to face Allison.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed smoking a cigarette when I came in. She looked up at me and made a motion with her hand telling me to sit down beside her.
"I love you Alex. I don't know what to say. A fight's always two-sided, and I know some of the fault is mine but you're not perfect either. Let's try to work things out. Maybe this was good for us. We appreciate each other more now. Anyway, I want to i go up to their home this week-end, and I want to stay married to you. Do you think it can work?"
"I don't know honey. I don't even know what's the matter with us. But if that's what you want we'll do it. Just remember that I love you. Now, if you'll put some coffee up, I'll get ready for work. I've got to talk to Dave about a few things today." I kissed her on the cheek and went into the bathroom. I hate to even talk in the morning until I brush my teeth. Anyway, I had a slight hangover from the night before, and clear thinking was next to impossible. I just felt good to know that Allison and I were still together.
I got to work a few minutes late that morning. My wife and I spent a little more time than usual saying good-bye. Dave smiled at me when I came in and asked me how my wife was. I was really beginning to hate the man. He was about as sensitive as a dead frog. But I smiled back. I guess I'm a coward, but I just couldn't punch him in the face. He got worse than that in the end anyway.
"Allison's fine. Listen, about the week-end. We think it will be all right, but I want you to know that it can't be a regular thing. I think you understand."
I knew he did. All he said was that he was happy we agreed to it and that he and his wife would be expecting us Friday night. He said he had too many other people to see anyway, so I shouldn't feel bad about not being able to make it up too often. I had to give the man credit. The kind of life he was leading would be a dream to most men.
During lunch that day we discussed some of the things involved with my new job. It was when we were glancing through the bookkeeping that I first 'noticed some rather peculiar discrepancies. Our firm did a lot of work for a certain unnamed company. Mostly painting the outside of houses. I knew for a fact that we had been paid a lot more for this work than was shown in the books, and I mentioned it to him.
I got a look from him that shut me up instantly. There wasn't much I could do but try to keep my own nose clean. What kind of idiots does he think we have in the Government, I wondered to myself. If he's dodging on his income tax I'll be damned if I get caught as an accomplice.
I didn't mention the subject again, but stored it away for future reference.
Aside from that the week past smoothly enough. Allison and I were showing a consideration for each other that we hadn't felt since we first fell in love.
It was almost like reliving the past that week. We got to talking Thursday night about the first time we had slept together. It seemed sort of funny and sweet. Four years can really age you.
We had gone out two or three times together with little more than the usual necking. Most of the time we weren't alone anyway. We went to a party one night, and were having a miserable time. Allison was a baby then. Just nineteen. I'd been around a lot more than she had. Usually I wasn't very patient. If a girl wasn't going to go down for me, then I stopped seeing her. But Allison was different. She was so delicate looking, it's silly I suppose, but she reminded me of lilies-of-the-valley. Everything about her was sweet and innocent.
She wasn't enjoying the party either. So we left. I had a big, run-down Packard at the time, and while it wasn't much to look at, it got me places.
We started driving about aimlessly, and I never took my hand from around her shoulder. We passed a park, and it was cool and pleasant, so I pulled over to the curb. It was empty, except for a couple of kids moving around in the bushes.
We got out of the car and moved over to a bench, and the view it afforded was better than the first row in the movies. There were these two kids, they couldn't have been much over sixteen, humping away like a couple of desperate bunnies. They didn't see us, and I doubted if they would have cared even if they had.
The girl was lying on her back. It was dark so I couldn't see too much, but it was obvious that they were enjoying themselves. Her skirt was pulled way up, almost covering her face, and her legs were high in the air. They weren't spread far, because she still had her panties on and they were clinging to her knees. I could just make out the roundness of her ass. The kind of ass that only a young girl could have. Sort of fat and sweet, like a baby's. I'm sure it had dimples. I could even see the darkness between those bumping cheeks. If Allison hadn't been there staring with her mouth wide open, I'd have probably gone over and joined in. I was sorely tempted.
The guy was on top. He was stretched out awkwardly over her body, and was mashing her teenage tits with his narrow chest. Thank God we learn fast. I'd hate to go through life screwing like a sixteen year old.
All the kid could think about was getting his rocks off as fast as he could. He was pumping away with more vigor than rhythm.
The girl was obviously more experienced. She had her hands under her ass and was trying to raise her body up higher so that he could thrust his prick in deeper. She was making little animal sounds and thrashing around like a fish out of water. I could see the white flesh of her ass quivering with her efforts.
THE END came quickly. Few boys that age know how to pace themselves. With a few spasmodic cries he crumpled on top of her and a few minutes later they started scrambling for their clothes. I guess they had to be home by twelve o'clock. What parents don't know!
Allison had watched the whole proceedings like a breathless imbecile. It was obviously the first time she'd seen people fucking, and I knew I had been right in thinking her a virgin.
Her hand had crept to her own cunt, and I could see her fingers busily at work, unconsciously massaging that virgin mound. I decided that it was time she got initiated, and she seemed ready and willing.
We went back to the car and I took out an old blanket I kept in the trunk for just such emergencies. Spreading it on the wide back seat, I told her to get in and lay down with her feet facing the door. Then I squeezed in beside her, and started to warm her up.
She was used to kissing. She didn't do it well, she was too scared, but she seemed to enjoy even the little that we did. I was unusually tender with her that night. It's always rough on a girl the first time, and I wanted to make it as easy for her as possible.
I started slowly, working my way from her closed lips to her neck and down. When I reached the firm little mounds of flesh covered by an unnecessary bra, she arched her back up to help me. Sliding my hands around to her back, I undid the clasp, then helped her off with her blouse. The bra quickly followed, and her tiny rosy nipples were soon in my mouth.
I kept my hands moving over her flat smooth belly to keep her distracted. Her breasts were so small that when I sucked hard on them I could almost get the whole fleshy mound into my mouth. They tasted of some perfume. The subtle kind that good girls wear, and her sigh of pleasure as I nibbled at the pink hard tips was as sweet as that perfume. I was in love with her innocence.
Without taking my mouth off her nipple I carefully moved my hands down to the elastic band of her panties. With a snap that must have hurt, I slid them down over her slender hips, and sat up to draw them off.
She moved up to rest on her elbows, and a faint look of alarm showed in her eyes. I smiled at her.
"It's got to go sooner or later sweetheart," I said. She was very pale but didn't say anything, so I unzipped her skirt and let that fall on top of the heap of clothes already on the floor. Then I got a good first look at her body.
Her skin shone out white in the darkness. Long, long, slim legs that barely swelled into the narrowest pair of hips. And two tiny hard nuggets of white for breasts. She looked like a beautiful twelve year old girl. Her long dark hair fell in snakes across her shoulders, making the whiteness of her face even more severe.
And in the middle of all that white flesh was a dark triangle of pubic hair. Instinctively my hand moved towards it, cupping the softness of her cunt lips in my palm. She stirred a little and averted her head. She was as willing as a slave, obediently accepting everything I did to her, but showing no pleasure.
I prodded the lips apart and ran my finger over the tiny opening of her womb. Then I inserted the finger up to the first knuckle, and felt the hole close protectively around the joint.
Her eyes were closed tight and her legs clamped together. I pulled them apart a little, and pushed a little harder with my finger, evoking a little moan from between her clenched teeth. Then I jammed it all the way in.
God, it was tight. There was almost no room to move in. I pulled my finger out and spit on it. That little hole needed some lubrication, and I sensed that she'd rebel if I tried to get my face down between her legs.
My fingers were wet with spittle, and I massaged the moisture all over her cunt, taking particular care to see that the hole I was about to plunge in was good and wet. Then I straddled her body and moved my prick up to the entrance.
You should have heard her yelp. If you're going to fuck a virgin you shouldn't take your time. It just hurts longer and worse. As soon as my penis was next to that hole I plunged it in as hard as I could, at the same time raising her ass high in the air with my free hand. The angle was perfect. I could feel the head bang against the untouched hymen, and tear it's way through. My cock was surrounded with warm moisture; come, and virgin blood mingling to make a whirlpool bath for me to bathe in. Just a few more sharp thrusts and it was over. I had buried my seed deep in her belly.
Well, it's one thing for a virgin to act squeamish, but after a few more fucks you start expecting a change. We got married a few months later, and for four years I waited, waited for my wife to lose her virginity.
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CHAPTER SIX
I left work early Friday afternoon, and Dave didn't say anything. Allison was waiting for me and kissed me when I came in.
"Now remember Alex, we're just going to have fun. It can be anything we make it."
I wasn't so sure, but I can't say I wasn't looking forward to it anyway. Iris was one of the best lays I've ever had. There wasn't much else to her, but that was enough.
We finished packing quickly and then went out to dinner. We were unusually quiet while eating, and carefully avoided touching on any painful subject. Then we went home and got ready to leave.
Allison dressed a little too carefully. And it pissed me off. She wore tight black ski pants, the kind that lets you see every crack wiggle when you walk, and a loose silk blouse.
It was her game and I was sick of calling it.
Dave was waiting at the door when we got there. He waved at us as we drove into the driveway, and walked over to open the door for Allison. What a gentleman!
Iris was at the bar as usual, mixing four drinks, and the stereo was playing soft music. It was classic. The lights were dimmed and the fireplace crackling. It looked almost exactly like their home in the city.
"I'm so glad you could make it," Iris said to me, and then turned to Allison.
"You're very generous to share your husband with us," she said. "I know it will work out well for all of us."
We talked for a while about my new job, the rising price of fertilizer, etc., and then Dave asked Allison to dance.
That's what we were there for, so Iris and I joined them.
Iris danced well. I held her swaying body tightly against mine, and felt the hard jab of her nipples pressing into my chest. I put a little pressure on her back with my hand and she practically melted into my body. Her long, slightly heavy thighs were rubbing against mine, and occasionally she'd lift a hip and rub it against my balls. All this without missing a step.
Allison and Dave were in another corner of the room, completely out of my field of vision. The thought of them even being in the same room with me was fading quickly, as I got more and more involved with Iris's slowly grinding hips. She lifted her face up to mine and I could see her eyes twinkling mischievously. Our lips dove together, and as my tongue reached for her tonsils I could feel her hands begin to steal down to my crotch. Between the pressure of her thighs and the careful manipulations of her fingers my limp prick was waking up rapidly.
I grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her away.
"Dance for me," I ordered, "without your clothes on."
"Great idea," I heard Dave say, and he pushed Allison towards the center of the room.
There they were together. Two women at opposite ends of the world. Allison, with her fragile boyish body, and Iris, with her mountainous tits, and full swelling hips and ass. It would certainly be a good show.
Dave and I made ourselves comfortable on the couch. It would be a long evening, and we were going to enjoy everything slowly. Sex gourmets. That's what we were. Picking out all the choice activities, and tasting them like aged vintage wines.
The music had changed into a sort of tango beat, and the girls had begun their burlesque show with a kind of lewd skill I had never dreamed Allison capable of showing.
They worked as a team. Softly turning her hips in a slow grinding circle Iris turned her back to Allison and gracefully raised her arms. Her blouse lifted high, just covering her bra and leaving an open expanse of muscular belly visible to our watchful eyes. Then she started a squatting movement, twisting her round soft ass into incredible circles as she lowered herself slowly to a knee squat.
Allison moved up to her, shifting her hips in time to music, and ran her hands over Iris's breasts until they reached the soft fold of material that flopped down below her bra. She grabbed the blouse and gently worked it up over Iris's arms, letting it fall to the rug behind the girl's squatting body.
Rocking her knees from side to side, Allison began to lower herself to the floor until she was on the same level as Iris. Then she unhooked the other woman's bra, and lifted one cup free. A huge white tit bounced out of it's cage, and it's dark saucer like nipple stared us right in the face.
I was sitting as though hypnotized. This was my wife, acting as though she were a Lesbian and putting on a damn good show for two paying customers. It was terribly exciting and I could feel my prick pushing against the tight material of my pants.
Dave was sitting there with a huge lecherous smile on his heavy handsome face, and his hands had slipped down to his balls. He was rubbing away at the bulge in his pants, fully enjoying both the sensations he was causing and the ones that he was getting from the sight of the two women undressing each other.
Meanwhile, Allison had slipped a hand under Iris's armpit, and was gently tweaking the hard red nipple of her partner. Iris was loving it. She arched her back, forcing the whole saucer of red-brown into Allison's probing hand, and Allison didn't disappoint her. Knowing best what another woman enjoys, she had begun squeezing hard on the lovely globe, making the nipple grow with excitement until it looked like a miniature tootsie roll. Then she rolled the tip hard between her fingers, meanwhile rubbing her own dainty breasts rhythmically against Iris's arched back.
With a twist of her hand, Allison let the bra fall away, and clutching both tits in her hands, she forced Iris's swaying back into her own. There they squatted. Two rocking female forms, molded back to tit into each other's arms.
Iris rotated her body around in a half circle until they were face to face. Then Allison lifted her own arms high, and Iris helped her off with her own blouse and bra. They were both naked from the waist up, and their asses were covered by the smooth sleek fit of tight pants. The crack between Iris's cheeks was so ripely tempting that I could almost feel myself jamming a finger up her tight back hole. But I wouldn't have done anything in the world to interrupt their magnificent show.
For a few minutes they just squatted there and rubbed their tits together, until the nipples were just begging to be chewed. Then Allison cupped one of Iris's breasts in a hand and began to mouth love the bright tip. She stuck her tongue out as far as it could go, all the time making sure that we could see everything she was doing. With the point of her pink tongue she made tiny jabbing circles around the rubbery tip, until' Iris was just rocking and moaning with pleasure. It almost looked like she would lose her balance, but she never even lost her musical beat.
They seemed to understand each other perfectly. Iris bent her head forward and closed her sensuous lips around the baby pink point of Allison's breasts and started sucking like a hungry infant. Each had a tit in their mouth, and with their heads bent forward their hair flowed together like a river of black and blonde. They were loving every minute of what they were doing and what they were getting. I began to wonder if we would ever get our turn.
Iris's hands were sliding down her partner's back, and didn't stop until they reached the zipper to Allison's pants. Then, wriggling her own ass provocatively, she grasped Allison by the hips and they both rose slowly to their feet. Still holding tightly to my wife's hips they ground their pelvis's together in time to the music, making me squirm in my seat. I couldn't bring myself to openly masturbate like Dave was now doing, or I would have had my prick out in two seconds, and have come in just about the same time. It was a little annoying hearing him grunting away just inches from me.
Iris slowly pulled the zipper down, at the same time shifting their position so that Allison's back was facing us. Bit by bit, we could see the-zipper creeping down her spine and the white roundness of her ass slowly unfolding.
Iris stepped back and quickly kneeling in front of Allison's pussy, she tugged the pants down to her knees, leaving Allison's bare bottom right in front of our noses.
Iris jammed her hand against Allison's cunt, and with a little gasp of surprise she shot her ass backwards, giving us a superb view of the long dark crack and the tiny pink brown circle smack in it's center.
I was sure she was smiling. The pose was so obscene that she could never have held it without a sense of humor.
She twitched her rump at us and then, moving her own hands back, she grasped a puffy cheek in each hand and spread them far apart. They both broke up, and started giggling like guilty school girls. Iris reached her hand through Allison's legs and first waving her middle finger at us like a magician about to perform a trick, she rammed it all the way up my wife's tight little ass hole with one professional shove.
Allison squealed like a stuck pig, and then toppled over backwards, Iris tumbling down on top of her with her finger still firmly jammed up her ass.
They were laughing hysterically and were as playful as kittens. I figured it was time I got in on the action. I walked over to the two toppled forms and tapped Iris on the shoulder.
"May I have the next dance?" I asked smiling.
"Why certainly. But I hope you're as good a dancer as my last partner."
"You should know." It wasn't so funny having to compete with my own wife for another woman, and anyway it was getting on in the evening, and I was horny as hell.
David was busy undressing, and a heap of clothes was on the couch. Mine soon were with the rest, and then the four of us just stood there and stared, examining each other's bodies like a bunch of doctors.
"Now if Iris would just lose ten pounds and give them to your wife we'd have two of the most beautiful women in the world."
"I don't know about that, Dave," I said. "You can find fifty women in a one block radius who are perfectly proportioned. I prefer my women to be exotic you know, different looking. Now take my wife for instance," and I grabbed Allison by the shoulders and pushed her towards Dave, "she sort of satisfies my homosexual fantasies you see." Here everyone laughed.
"You never struck me as the type," Iris said. "You can never tell, and anyway, everyone's got a little bit of the freak in them."
"I know what you mean," Dave said. "And the way these two were carrying on just a few minutes ago, you'd think they'd been making love to women all their lives."
"Oh Alex, we were only kidding around," Allison said, with a little blush.
"Sure honey, but that's all that sex is anyway. Just having fun, and satisfying your body. Anyway you enjoy it, that's the way to do it."
"So glad you feel that way," said Iris mockingly. "But let's cut all the talking. That little session with your wife has given me the strangest itching sensation between my legs, and I've got the feeling you're the man to fill my....need."
That was my idea too, and without further ado we got down to it.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
All that playing together had made us lose our inhibitions. All I wanted was to get fucked, and I didn't care about Allison being in the same room with me.
I grabbed Iris around her waist and pulled her in to me. Her hands made an immediate grab for my ass and pushed hard, forcing our bodies to lock tightly together. Then, just as though we had been dancing, she began to grind her hips slowly, rotating them into my groin, and making my aching prick jump to attention. Her fingers had slid to the crack between my cheeks. The sensation was totally new to me, and I clutched her back as the strange feelings shot thrills of pleasure into my scrotum.
Allison and David were sitting on the floor, casually teasing each others parts, and watching us with the closest attention. I realized it was our turn to put on a show, and I decided to make it a good one.
I told Iris to get on the floor on her hands nd knees, with her ass facing the two viewers. She quickly did as she was told, planting her knees wide apart.
"Now ladies and gentlemen, a lesson in anatomy," I declared, and using my finger like a pointer I proceeded to give them a lecture.
"These two protuberant mounds," and I touched her cheeks, "are called buttocks. They are a great aid in sitting down, and for some men, provide an interesting entrance to a person's ass hole."
A burst of applause from my audience spurred me on.
"In speaking of the ass hole we are referring to this." I climbed over her back and straddled her. Then I used my hands to pull apart her cheeks as far as they could go.
"That's it," I said, and rammed a finger all the way up the dark depths.
"It serves only two basic functions really. They are shitting and fucking. I've sometimes wondered if it is possible to combine the two."
"At this point I will pause for questions."
There was Iris on her hands and knees, looking like she was about to crawl away. And there was me, sitting on her back like she was a horse, with my finger all the way up her bum hole.
"I've never seen one so close before," said Allison. She was a little drunk and had started to giggle. "I want to see how far it will stretch."
"I've got just the thing my dear," said Dave. "Never has it been said that I was a bad host." He left the room and came back an instant later holding one of the biggest dildos I had ever seen in his ham-like hands. It was red rubber, but hard, not pliable, and must have been ten inches long.
Now I'm not small myself, but believe me when I tell you that it was almost twice the width of my prick. It looked like a dangerous weapon.
"Oh no," groaned Iris, you're not going to use that monster on me again."
"Oh shut up and take it like a man," laughed her husband. "You know you liked it last time, after you got used to it, and think of how much bigger your hole must be by now."
"All right, all right, anything for science," she said with a laugh.
"Be my guest," Dave said, and held out the "monster" to Allison.
"What am I supposed to do with it?" she asked. She was holding it like she was afraid it would bite her, and I couldn't help laughing at the fear in her voice.
"I thought you wanted to know how far an ass hole could stretch. Well here's your golden opportunity to find out. And Iris is such a willing guinea pig."
"Thanks for the flattery hon," Iris said, "but hurry up 'cause I'm beginning to get uncomfortable."
With a little prod on the ass from David, Allison walked up to the kneeling figure.
"Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop," she whispered.
"Don't be a goose. Of course it hurts in the beginning, but after a while it feels so great you want to glue it in."
With those words of encouragement there was nothing for her to do but begin.
I was still on Iris's back, and decided to help out. I bent forward until my face was between those sweet fat cheeks and buried my tongue deep into the back door. She wasn't nearly as tight as Allison and I could feel it sliding in pretty deep. I lubricated it thoroughly with my spit, and then kissed it goodbye. Iris was moaning softly, and had been trying to shove her ass all the way into my face. I hated to stop. It's good to see a woman so worked up.
Allison had gotten excited by that too. We felt like co-conspirators working together on a project, and smiled at each other.
"Okay baby, let's go," I said, and spread Iris's magnificent buttocks as far apart as they would go.
David had moved up for a closer view and practically had his nose in it.
Allison grasped the rubber tool firmly and inserted the tip into the wet entrance. The head of the false prick was so big that she had to twist and turn it like she was opening a jar. Iris grunted a little, and I patted her consolingly on the rump.
Inch by inch she torturously moved it deeper into the kneeling woman's bowels. I reached out and touched the spreading rim, feeling the anal muscles contract against my fingers. Iris was sweating profusely, as though she were working hard, and the deeper in it went the harder it became to hold in her groans.
"Look at it," Allison exclaimed with surprise. She was as amazed as a kid with a new toy. "I never imagined it could spread that far."
It really was pretty impressive. You could have gotten your whole fist into her asshole then, it was stretched so wide.
"Stop it, take it out," Iris muttered. Sweat was streaming off her face and I guess it was really pretty painful ... Just the thought of anything that big up my bum hole made me want to fart.
David motioned Allison aside. Iris had begun to squirm, and in order to keep her still I had to clamp my knees down tightly on her sides. I reached a hand under her and managed to touch her cunt. I figured that a little distraction at that end of her body would make it easier to forget what was going on at her other hole.
With one hand I began rubbing her clit between two fingers, and her groans changed immediately into sighs of pleasure. Just when she thought that everything was going to be all roses, David grabbed the dildo and using all his strength jammed it in as deep as it would go.
Iris shreiked and her ass started to shake convulsively. Allison was just staring with her mouth wide open at the sight of someone being buggered. Her finger came up to her mouth and she started to suck on it without thinking.
I was holding on to Iris for dear life. She was bucking like a bronco and I had to take my hand away from her cunt and grab on to her hips.
David started to maneuver the tool Slowly he pulled it out a little, and then gently pushed it back in. Over and over again he did this, until Iris's screams tapered off into a high-pitch of ecstasy.
I was able to move my hand back to her cunt then, and renewed the massaging of her clit with vigor. It was hard and wet, and seemed to grow in my hand.
"Go suck on her tits," David ordered Allison. "It's her turn to get fucked and we owe it to her to make it good. I'm sure you'll want the same when it's your turn."
Allison had no objections. She was really getting into the swing of things. She walked around to the front end of Iris and knelt down by her face. Then she lay on her back and slid her body under Iris's raised chest.
Iris was completely surrounded by people fucking and sucking her. I was on her back rubbing her cunt for all I was worth, her husband was behind her buggering her up the ass hole, and Allison was underneath her sucking hard on her hanging tits. Damn, I wish I had a camera then. It was one of the loveliest pictures I've ever seen.
THE END was coming for Iris. Her breath was coming in gasping moans, and her belly was rippling with muscle contractions.
On the spur of the moment, Allison crawled out part way from under her body and clamped her hungry lips down hard on those of the fucking girl. I've never seen her kiss like it either before or since. I think she wanted to breath in the last moments of Iris's pleasure as though they were her own. I turned around to watch them and saw their noses mashed together as Iris gasped her hot breath down into Allison's waiting mouth. Her final scream of pleasure was muffled as my wife drank it greedily in.
Then she collapsed. Allison was still underneath her and I was sitting pretty on top when her body just refused to support her any longer. Down on Allison she tumbled, and I bounced a few times on her rump before I fell off.
The sticky dildo was pulled out by Dave, and proudly held up for all to see. It was covered with a thick white slime, just like it had been in her cunt, but there were also brown stains spotting it around the head, where it had been driven in deepest.
"Take that foul thing away will you," Iris said weakly. "You'd think it was your own prick the way you're showing it off."
David laughed and took it away to the bathroom where he dropped it in the sink.
"Treat them well and they're good for a lifetime," he said when he came back. I believed him, and that instrument was well worth preserving.
"Enjoy yourself honey?" I asked Allison. She was laughing like a little girl, and I had to join her. Iris's huge tits were flattened into her belly, and she was having a lot of trouble breathing with all that weight on top of her.
"Let's give Iris a bath and roast some marshmallows," Dave suggested. The poor girl sure needed one. She was drenched in sweat and her ass hole was in a pitiable condition. Not to mention her cunt. I had been taking such good care of it that my finger had come away as sticky with come as the dildo. Her cunt lips were coated with the thick white cream of her pleasure.
"I'm pretty messy myself," I heard Allison say. Everyone was standing up by this time, and Allison pointed out just what she meant.
Her thighs were damp with the same liquid that covered Iris's ass. "She dripped on me I guess," Allison said.
"Nonsense," Dave answered. "Do you think I could see all that fucking myself without joining in the orgasm. I came right between Iris's cheeks, and you just happened to be underneath h "
"Well that only leaves me left," I said. I was well aware of the aching in my balls. "Hurry up and get that shower over with. I'm not made of stone you know."
The girls laughed and we all trooped off to the shower.
"You wash my back and I'll wash your's," Iris said to Allison.
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CHAPTER EIGHT
Suddenly we were all the best of friends. It's amazing what group fucking can do for you. Allison and I felt like we were sharing in an experience together, one in which we could bring a lot of pleasure to ourselves and the others involved. I was no longer worried about this wife swapping hurting our marriage. Nothing can hurt a marriage but yourself, and if you're in love you sort of feel charitable towards the rest of the world.
Iris was letting the tub fill with water, and the rest of us were in the kitchen raiding the icebox.
"Your wife's got a lot of imagination," Dave said to me.
Allison blushed, remembering the strip scene, but I could tell that she felt flattered anyway.
"I hope you use some of it on me in a little while," I said. "I'm the only one left frustrated, and I think I'm ready for some good loving."
"Did you like what we did, I mean Iris and me?" Allison asked me. She's still a child in a lot of ways. I know that's why I love her, and I think that Dave found it very attractive also after being married to such an experienced and capable woman like Iris.
"Of course I did," I answered. "Didn't you see the way my pants bulged. And Dave was jerking off like there was a fire and he was the hose." Dave smiled at that.
"I never was much of one for self-restraint," he said. "Anyway, you two girls were putting on one of the best shows I've ever seen. What did you expect me to do?"
We were finishing up the last of the crackers and cheese when Iris called us.
"The bath's ready. Come on in. The water's fine."
Allison got up immediately. She felt very uncomfortable walking around with someone else's come all over her legs. We followed her, and a second later all four of us were in this tiny tiled bathroom, so steam-filled we could hardly see each other.
"In you go," Dave said to Allison, and offered her his arm. Iris was already sitting in the tub. It was very deep and the water was almost up to her neck. I could see her breasts bouncing along, the surface of the water like floats on the beach.
"Let's bob for apples," I said, and stuck my head in the water only to emerge a second later with a red nipple clenched between my teeth.
"Let go stupid," Iris said laughing. "You're biting too hard." With a final little nip I dropped it and when that huge boob hit the water you can bet that it splashed both of us men pretty badly.
Allison crammed into her half of the tub, was scrubbing away dutifully. I was tempted to tell her to make sure she washed her ears, but she wouldn't have understood anyway.
It would have been impossible to get all four of us in, so Dave and I just stood there and watched, occasionally offering suggestions.
Iris's fingers were sticky with soap and Allison was just standing up getting ready to get out and dry herself off. It was too tempting a thought to go unfulfilled.
"Finger fuck her Iris," I suggested. It was really fun to watch my wife get laid. I liked to watch all the changing expressions that flashed across her face.
"Like this," Iris said, and before Allison knew what was happening two of Iris's fingers were wedged deep up her wet sweet cunt.
She gave a little cry of surprise and tried to climb out of the tub, but the bottom must have been slippery. With another cry she fell, breaking her fall with her hands, and there she was sitting down on Iris's fingers.
"I can't see anything," Dave complained. "The water will help hold you up. Push your hips up with your hands and let me see your pretty pussy."
Allison was always an obedient girl and she did as she was told. Her cunt rose high up, and we could make it out clearly just under the surface of the water.
Iris was moving her fingers rapidly. She looked like she had plenty of practice and I guessed that she was skilled at self-masturbation.
Allison's eyes were closed and her head thrown back. She was rocking her hips gently back and forth in the water, making little splashes with every movement. Her tiny tits were standing up and the small dark nipples were hard with the cold air.
The soapy fingers slid easily in and out, the walls of her cunt opening and closing with the pressure. Her tiny red clit was hard, and was almost upright in the water. It seemed to be trying to float away.
I couldn't take any more. Everyone else was getting in on the action and I was just as horny as when I started.
"Get the hell out of that tub," I ordered both of them.
"You're going to drive me up a wall in another minute."
They laughed, but did as I asked. I think they were just as excited as I was, and were ready to begin the next phase of getting to know each other.
They dried off and we went into the bedroom. It was magnificent. The rug was so thick your feet were hardly visible when you walked on it and the bed itself was the biggest I've ever seen.
I plopped down right in the middle of it.
"I'm waiting ladies," I said, hoping they'd take the hint. They were more than happy to.
"Everyone else has had a piece of my wife. I think it only fair that this time I get to eat her." There were certainly no objections, and Allison looked very happy about the idea.
"Just move your little ass up here and sit on my face," I commanded. And a second later there she was.
She knelt over my face with her face towards the wall and her ass to our host and hostess. I was just about to get to work when Iris put in her two cents.
From nowhere, a strange feeling began to creep up my legs and pushing Allison to one side, I saw Iris's lips moving slowly upwards. She had begun with my ankle and was working her way steadily towards my penis. I certainly didn't mind. Allison never was much of a one for giving blow jobs, and that's one thing I've always enjoyed.
I could feel Iris's lips start their slow probing search around the tip of my cock and a groan of pleasure slipped from my throat. It's such a good feeling. Like getting a bath in hot textured liquid. Iris was making "mmmmm" sounds, and seemed to be really enjoying her work. She was convulsively snatching at my balls and squeezing them into a painful desire. I left myself completely in her tender hands and concentrated my efforts on the tender wet pussy placed directly over my face.
Allison's cunt was a little redder than usual, I guessed from the unused to exercise. It was like a red flag to a bull.
I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go, and gave a quick little lick to the hanging clitoris.
"That's good," she mumbled, so I got back to it. She was too far away, so I grabbed her hips and pushed her down. Now she was actually sitting on my face. My nose and mouth were directly in line with the crack of her cunt, and her buttocks were resting on my cheeks. I was smothered in her flesh, and drew in deep gasping breaths of the steaming musky air. My tongue lapped at her cunt like a cat with a bowl of cream. I was sucking hard on each cunt lip, drawing it deep into my mouth, and Iris never stopped sucking me for a second.
My face was buried in my wife's cunt, and my fingers were playing with her ass. Normally that would have been all I could ask for. But on top of that a luscious piece of ass was drawing my prick deep into her mouth, running her tongue over every bulging vein, and circling and squeezing the sensitive tip between her rounded lips. It was heaven.
Then the bed started to heave, and Dave clambered up. He had decided that watching wasn't enough. As his wife was the only one available he was humping her doggy style, letting his penis enter from the back, and between her legs.
I always liked to fuck that way. You can get full penetration of a cunt and at the same time enjoy the beautiful view of a bouncing ass. You can even watch your own prick slip in and out.
It makes you very conscious of your rhythm, and it's nice to see what you're doing.
I couldn't see a thing but I could hear. It sounded like we were fast coming to an end.
Allison had clamped herself so tightly to my head that I couldn't move an inch, but she was jerking her ass up and down so hard that my head went with her.
Iris was moving my prick in her mouth with an amazing speed. Her nails were digging into my thighs viciously and I guessed that Dave was really giving her a good working over. The whole bed was shaking with his efforts.
Allison started crying and she clamped down convulsively with her legs. I jammed my tongue up as far as it would go into the now dripping pool of her cunt, and with long hard slurps I tongued her come into my mouth. At the same time I felt the fire in my balls build up to an unbearable heat, and thrusting my hips up as high as they would go I began to pump my burning sperm into Iris's eager throat.
"Whore, bitch, shit-assed cunt," I heard Dave crying, and several resounding smacks rang out. Then he too joined in the four way orgasm, and with one final heave everyone was quiet.
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CHAPTER NINE
Allison stirred and shifted her weight off of my face. She rolled off the bed and made her way to the bathroom, and a minute later I could hear the water running.
Dave pulled his dripping prick out of Iris's sore womb and putting his hands on her ass, he pushed her forward. She toppled onto me, and started to laugh.
"I know four people who are going to sleep well tonight," she said. "Your face is all messy. Let me dry it off." She took the corner of a sheet and dabbed it gently on my mouth, taking away the last traces of Allison's love-making. I was too tired to give a damn, even though it felt stupid to be mothered by a woman who just swallowed my come.
"I'm hungry," Allison announced, coming back from the bathroom.
"There's some cold chicken in the refrigerator, and I'll make some coffee. That sound okay?"
"It sounds fine with me," I said and we all trooped off to the kitchen.
It was a cozy peaceful meal. Everyone looked very content, and I hadn't seen Allison look so happy in a long time.
"Feeling good baby?" I asked her and held her hand under the table.
She squeezed it back and smiled at me. "Why don't we go out on the porch and talk for a while before bed-time," she suggested.
Dave looked a little surprised but didn't say anything. He just didn't understand what was happening.
Iris and Allison finished washing up and then the two of us went outside. It was a beautiful night, I remember, and the black sky was studded with twinkling stars. I put my hand around her waist and we walked around like young lovers, just peacefully enjoying the evening's sounds. It was pretty warm and our sweaters were more than enough to keep us comfortable.
"Let's sit down for a minute," Allison said, and she took her sweater off and spread it on the slightly damp ground.
It was so peaceful, with just the sound of the crickets, that it seemed like nothing in the world existed except us.
"I love you Alex, so much. This is fun, but after it's all over let's just go home and be together. I don't need anyone else darling. Not anymore. And I promise you, you won't need anyone but me ever again."
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her hard on the lips. She let herself fall to the damp ground and held out her arms invitingly. I sunk into them like they were a feather bed, and nestled my head against her soft small breasts.
I could feel her heart beating quickly beneath me and put my palm over it. It pounded through my hand and all the way up my arm into my head. It was like a drum beat to my body, and my prick began to throb in time to the music of her body.
The crushed leaves rustled under her head as I covered her face and neck with gentle wet kisses. The forest-like smell was in her hair, and I drew in deep sweet breaths.
I tasted her flesh, letting my tongue glide lovingly over the satin skin of her neck and I left a trail of blood dots where my teeth had sunk into the skin. She responded by slipping her hands under my shirt and tickling me all along my spine. Not the kind of tickling that makes you laugh, but the kind that makes you arch your back with pleasure and wriggle as the fingers work their way down to the base of your spine. I could feel the hairs on my ass standing up with sensation, and I rolled off her and lay flat on my belly.
She knew what I wanted, and slid her hands under my shirt to undo the buttons. Then she unzipped my fly and with a little help from me she pulled them down and over my ankles. I wasn't wearing any underwear so I lay there as naked as the day I was born.
She climbed on top of my back and kneeled over me, letting her weight rest on her knees and not on my body. Then she began to massage me, starting with my shoulders, and simply pulling the tenseness out with the skilled maneuvering of her fingers. I relaxed into the earth feeling the leaves crumple under my weight, and press into my chest and groin. Her fingers dug into my muscles, pulling and prodding them until I thought I would melt. Then she began to work her way down, gently molding my back into what felt like a pulpy mess, and making me groan with pleasure. I always wanted a Japanese mistress. They can handle pleasure in any form, and while they turn your body into just so many feet and inches of happiness they make you feel like you're really a man. Well Allison was being just as good. I didn't want to ever get up.
She had moved herself down and was pounding into my buttocks with hands that felt like velvet covered mallets. I didn't know if I wanted her to stop or continue, the pain and the pleasure being so heavily mixed. I was just about to tell her to stop when she did it on her own. For a second I thought it was all over, but then I felt her tongue wiggle in between the crack of my cheeks and start to ream the rim of my ass hole.
"Where the hell did you learn to do that?" I asked, almost rising with surprise.
"Shut up and enjoy it," she laughed, her voice muffeled between my ass. She playfully slapped me on the backside letting me know that this was her show, and she was going to call the shots.
Not that I minded. I was terribly exhausted anyway, and she was welcome to service me in anyway she wanted to, just as long as it didn't require movement on my part. But the last thing in the world I had expected her to do was bury her head in my ass and lick away like she'd been doing it all her life.
She pulled my cheeks apart, and let a finger linger over the puckered rim. She toyed with the edge, sometimes searching along the outside and then darting in like a bird on a worm. I'm no faggot but I'm not going to lie and say I didn't like it.
She was tonguing away, trying to win first prize, and her hands started to feel between my closed legs until they located my tired balls. A few little squeezes and it was like a tonic. I could feel my prick standing up and raring to go. I flipped over, sending her flying and told her to strip.
"If you want to get laid that's fine with me, but you're going to have to do the work. When you're ready, just climb on top and ride me."
My ass was wet from her oral ministrations, and the leaves were sticking to me uncomfortably. It would have to be a quickie I decided. It was getting cool and I was really tired anyway.
I was lying limp on my back and Allison climbed aboard, using my shoulders to hold on to. For a while she just sat on my cock, letting it feel the sensations of rubbing against the wet lips of her cunt, and the pressures of her buttocks as they mashed me between them. Then she reached behind her and raising herself off of me a little, grabbing my penis in her hand, she moved it up to the entrance to her vagina.
I could feel the throbbing head dipping into soft puddles of moisture as it worked it's way into the tunnel of love. Allison carefully lowered herself down onto it, completely engulfing my prick between her wet walls. Then she started to bounce, and I felt my shaft ramming into her, mashing her tender inside flesh into a melting pulp of oozing come.
She was humping away like mad, pounding my shoulders into the ground and groaning loudly in my ear. I could see her tiny breasts quivering with the activity, as her hard apple-cheeked ass jammed itself time and again into my hungry groin. I could feel her hot breath on my face, and her heart beat was pounding into my ribs.
She sat back for a minute and caught her breath.
"I can feel it going so deep into me. Up to my belly button," and she pointed to the middle of her belly.
"Dave's bigger. Remember? He'd probably reach up to your tits."
She laughed. "Now stop it. You promised not to be jealous." Then as I suddenly pushed my hips up, she clamped down hard with her cunt muscles and gave a little animal cry of pleasure. We were off again.
With renewed vigor she pumped away at my penis, pulling the swollen muscle up into the warm wet protection of her pussy hole. Her movements became jerky as she lost all sense of rhythm in the urgency of her desire. Her cunt had become an aching trap, and she worked only to fulfill it's needs. She was ripping my cock right out of my body, feeding her cunt on the rigid fullness.
"Oooooh, God. Fuck me Alex, fuck me to death." Her breath was coming in painful pants, and her tits kept slapping me in the face. I could see her belly rippling convulsively, as her peak drew nearer, and I tried my hardest to make her last moments great ones.
I was too tired to join her twitching, but instead I slipped my hand between her sweaty, fast-moving thighs and located the small red strip of flesh that's the most sensitive part of a woman's body. Rubbing the morsel between my work-hardened fingers, a series of sharp moans told me of the pleasure I was giving.
With eht heel of my hand I could feel my own rod, and each time she dropped her ass down hard on my prick I let a finger slide up the gaping hole along with the shaft that she had come down for. I was using my finger like a prick. Her cunt walls were stretched so far with the extra fullness that I was almost afraid they would rip. My finger wriggled against the sopping walls, and I could feel the prick head buried deep in her womb.
Her motions became wilder than before, and I felt my organ burning up with the friction. My balls seemed to be filled to overflowing, and were just aching for release like a dike before a swollen river.
Her nails pressed and bit their way deep into my shoulders as a shudder went through her body.
"Aaaaagh, good, sooooo good," she shreiked, and with a final shove she pushed herself down ah the way on my upright cock, and I sent stream after spurting stream of my spunk deep into her belly. The world was spinning, and I felt hot and cold all over. God, it was good!
I bit her on the neck, as she collapsed onto me, and for several seconds we just lay there, completely satiated and full.
The come started to dribble out of her cunt and smeared on my thighs and pubic hair. It glued us together, neither one of us capable of movement.
We breathed deeply of the fresh country air, and the sweet smell of leaves and ferns filled our nostrils. The sky had grown darker and the stars stood out so that you could count each one if you had the insand patience necessary. We were completely at peace with the world and one another.
It was pretty cold now so we held each other tightle, feeling the cold perspiration on each other's skin. It was getting late.
"You're good Alex. What a waste of time the past four years have been. Why didn't you tell me screwing could be like this."
"Are you kidding. Each time I got close to you, you clammed up like an oyster. I don't understand the change, but I'm certainly grateful for it."
"I know darling. But for a long time I've been afraid of you. Maybe it's because my own parents didn't get on well. I don't think my mother let him sleep with her for the last ten years. Maybe more. Dad used to sleep on the couch sometimes, and once in a while he wouldn't come home at all. Mom cried a lot, but she was like me I guess. She didn't do anything to change it. I felt sorry for Dad. He really loved her. Well, we've all got problems. I guess we're luckier than most. Ours are almost solved." I hoped that she was right.
"I wish we were back home now," I said, "and all this was over. Somehow I've got a bad feeling. Something's going to happen soon, and I hope we're not around when it does."
"That's just your imagination Alex. There's only another two days to go and then it will be over. What could happen in such a short period of time?"
"I guess you're right. It's just imagination. You've got to admit that this isn't exactly a normal set of circumstances."
I tried to push the feeling of forboding out of my mind. I was going to enjoy my next few days here despite myself. After all it would probably be my last chance to sleep with another woman in a long time. Maybe forever, now that Allison and I were getting on so well, and I wanted to have a few more pleasant memories.
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CHAPTER TEN
It was after one when we got back. Dave and Iris were waiting up for us in the living room and were impatiently smoking cigarette after cigarette.
"Where were you two?" Iris asked as soon as we came in. There was something nasty in her tone of voice.
"Isn't it all right for a married man to spend an hour or so unchaperoned with his wife?" I responded, and I made sure she heard the irritation in my voice.
"Sure, sure Alex. We were just a little worried and ... well, perhaps a little hurt at your absence." Iris hates to feel rejected," Dave was trying to smooth things over. I guess he wanted the weekend to go as pleasantly as possible, and his wife's ego wasn't going to stand in the way.
"Listen, there's some fresh coffee in the kitchen for you and then I think we're all about ready for bed."
"Sounds fine Dave. Where do my wife and I sleep?" I tried to slip that one in easy, but I could tell by the look on. his face that it was a little, shall we say, unexpected.
"If that's the way you want to do it Alex. I thought the purpose of this weekend was to swap wives, but ovbiously now that it's happening, it disturbs you."
He was right of course, but I couldn't afford to offend him. The Manager's job seemed too important. I was a moron at the time, but I placed the extra money over my love for my wife.
"It's just for tonight Dave. We've been having such a good time with you, that we need the rest. Something tells me I wouldn't get too much sleep with that wife of yours."
My words seemed to ease the tension a little, and we drank coffee and watched the late late show together until we were too tired to keep our eyes open. Then we said good-night and Allison and I retired to the guest bedroom.
We stripped as quickly as we could, not even bothering to wash up. The stickiness of both our come was still clinging to my body, and I could feel irritating bits of leaves stuck on my ass. But I was too tired to be bothered, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out.
I woke up early, perhaps because I was sleeping in a strange bed. Allison's steady deep breathing told me she was still asleep. She was lying on her side with her back to me, and I could feel the heat of her body as it pressed against my skin.
I usually wake up with a hard-on and this morning was no different from the others. I curled my body around Allison's and rubbed my erection against her soft hot ass. She mumbled something in her sleep, but didn't wake up.
I slid my prick between her cheeks and inched it towards the opening between her thighs. She pressed her ass into my belly and wriggled. I almost laughed out loud. I thought of what I must be doing to her dreams.
"Richard," she murmured, and I almost dropped dead with surprise. I was about to wake her up and ask for an explanation, when I heard her stifling her giggles under the blankets. With a sudden yank, I tore the bed clothes off and as my wife and I sleep in the nude, I got a charming view of her bare bottom.
"Bitch," I said, and with a loud crack I smacked my hand hard across her tempting buttocks.
"What's the matter? Can't you take a joke?" she said ruefully, rubbing the big red mark that just about covered her ass.
"Very funny. You almost ruined my morning. But I forgive you," I said, not wanting to let her think I was really mad.
"Now where were we?"
"Well if I remember right Alex darling, you were just about to give me an early morning fuck."
"How could I ever have forgotten," I laughed and picked up where we had left off.
She was purring like a cat as I once again positioned myself for that first happy thrust. I reached around and under her, cupping her baby breasts in my hands and then started in. She was a little dry, and for a second I thought I wouldn't make it, but a minute later I pushed past the opening and buried my prick into the comforting mucous-lined walls of her cunt.
I started slow, letting her contractions pull me in while I gently rubbed her nipples into life. They soon became hard and bursting under my fingers, and as my rhythm picked up I could feel them swelling in my hands.
I was grunting so loud I didn't hear the door open, and it wasn't until Iris was actually sitting on the bed next to us that I was aware of her presence.
Allison stopped her grinding and almost made me slip out. That int erf erring bitch came close to ruining my morning, but if she wanted a piece of the action she could have it.
I pulled Allison back onto me and started humping in earnest. I shook her hips so hard the bed creaked, and just when I knew I could hold myself back no longer I pulled out.
Using my cock like it was a gun, I aimed it directly at Iris's face and let go. All the build up sperm flooded out in agonizing jerks, and before she knew what was happening, her face, neck and chest were covered with the sticky come.
"What the hell was that for," she shreiked, drawing back quickly and almost landing on the floor.
I was laughing so hard I almost couldn't speak. Poor Allison didn't even know what was happening. All she knew was that something had gone wrong, and she had missed receiving my last spasmodic offerings.
"Did I get you all wet with my nasty sperm," I laughed. "You shouldn't have gotten so close, or it never would have happened."
Iris's face was red with embarrassment and anger. It went well with the white smears that covered her nose.
"Okay honey. Don't be so upset. Your timing was off and I'm cranky in the morning until I brush my teeth. Let's all go wash up and forget it ever happened."
"
of humor," she said, but the absurdity of the situation hit her and I could see that she was no longer furious.
Go look at yourself in the mirror honey. Even Dave couldn't have done a better job. And by the way, what's for breakfast?"
"Pussy juice. How do you like it done?" It sounded funny, but even funnier was the fact that I knew she meant it.
"Okay, okay, into the bathroom with you two and let's get cleaned up. Dave might sue me for corrupting the morals of a minor if he finds out. By the way, how old are you anyway?"
"Twenty-six. But I'm very mature for my age," she answered, and shoved her huge tits into my face.
"Take a lick at your own come, and tell me how you like it."
I slapped her lightly on her breasts and climbed out of bed. I was sick of playing games and was getting even sicker of the sight of her. But I didn't dare let her know. I was behaving just like a whore, and that's even more humiliating for a man than it is for a woman.
Allison was very quiet while we washed up. I got the distinct impression that she didn't like Iris and that she was a little bit afraid of her. If I had looked I would have understood, because all the while I was shaving, that obnoxious little whore had her hand in Allison's cunt. I guess she didn't say anything for the same reason I didn't. Money! But she might have been enjoying it too. That side of it never appealed to me.
Dave was in the kitchen frying bacon and the smell was great.
"Scramble my eggs will you son?" I said, "and is your orange juice fresh or frozen?"
"What put you in such a good mood this morning?" he asked me.
"I guess it's just the good company and clean living." We both thought that it was pretty funny, but Iris looked like she took it as a personal insult.
"Well screw her," I thought to myself. And that's exactly what I did ... a little later on.
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
I've got an idea for today Alex, and I think you'll like it. A friend of mine, Leslie, lives right near here. Her husband's away somewhere and I'm sure she's very lonely. Why don't we just drop by and cheer her up." I got the funny feeling that this was a set up. I could imagine Iris planning this with her friend over the phone, and I wondered just what surprises they had in store for me.
"Sure. Why not. Your husband doesn't look exactly unhappy about the idea, and I think Allison's a big enough girl to take care of herself. By the way, what does your friend look like?"
"Oh she's about five foot five, long brown hair, and the nicest legs I've ever seen. She' a little flat-chested, but I'm sure her other attributes will more than make up for any lack. You'll like her."
I'm sure I will. When are we going?" I wanted to get this thing over with as soon as possible. Sure I was looking forward to a long legged lay, but the whole business was beginning to sicken me. I've never had any trouble getting women on my own, and I resented having my sex life planned by a dumb nympho who just happened to be the boss's wife.
"As soon as you finish your breakfast," Iris answered, looking meaningfully at my untouched plate of bacon and eggs. I hate to keep a lady waiting so I took my time and it wasn't until an hour later that Iris and I were in the car and on our way.
"How do you expect me to drive with your hand there?" I asked, as her hand patted my limp prick into the start of an erection.
"Just warming you up. I'm not very patient. You keep your eyes on the road, and I'll keep my hands on you."
She unzippered my fly, carefully keeping the hairs out of the zipper's path, and my cock flopped loose from the pants. She teased it for a while, squeezing the head between her fingers, and tracing the bulging veins with her nails.
"Oooohh, that feels good baby," I murmured, wishing we were out of the car and tucked into a bed. I was trying my hardest to concentrate on driving, but the spasms of pleasure that shot up from my groin were making me dizzy.
It was stiff now, and with long jerking pulls she stretched it to it's fullest length. Her breath was coming in short gasps, as though everything she was doing to me was a thrill for her too. Her hot breath was on my neck and my penis was a mass of burning desire. God, did I want a cunt to shove myself into. I could imagine the warm liquidy walls that would stretch tightly over me, and let me pound my way into their depths.
"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled, brought out of my dream by the feeling of moving wet lips crawling up my balls.
"Oh shut up. I can't speak with my mouth full. And keep driving or we'll never get there."
I didn't want to stop her. Her tongue was making wet patterns all along my balls and I practically lifted my ass out of the seat in an effort to get those round hard sacs into her cunt-like mouth.
"Suck me baby, 'cause I love it. Suck me till I come in your mouth, yeah, oohhh bitch suck, suck, suck." I jammed on the brakes and pulled over to the curb. Luckily no cars were coming, and I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her down to my crotch.
"Get to work and cut out the teasing," I ordered and I dug my fingers deep into her cheeks forcing her mouth wide open.
Then I jammed myself in, bouncing my prick off the roof of her mouth in my hurry.
I held her head tight against me, not letting her budge an inch as I relentlessly pushed myself closer to an orgasm. A tiny trickle of saliva dribbled down her chin, and I pulled my penis out long enough to wipe up the moisture with it's head before driving back down her tonsils. I could hear her gagging but my pleasure came first, and anyway she started the whole thing going.
My cock was engulfed in hot saliva and her tongue was working overtime, swiftly covering the distance from the base to the tip, in an agonizing trip of pleasure. My head fell back and I lost all control, as a drumbeat sounded in my ears and I drove my weapon forward in time to that ancient and primitive tempo.
"Aaagh, now," I screamed, the heat in my balls breaking past the boiling point. For what seemed like hours I pumped jerk after jerk of come down her slimy throat, and she swallowed it all like she loved it's taste more than anything else in the world. Her nails ripped into my thighs, and I knew she had broken the skin in her ecstasy. I've never seen a woman love to give a blow job more than Iris, and she was good too.
She practically spit my prick out when she knew that there was no more coming, and she lay back panting against the back of the seat. A cop car was pulling up, so I quickly zipped up my fly, told her to wipe her mouth and rolled down the window.
"Anything the matter folks?" he asked, then he recognized Iris.
"Why Mrs. Bradley, I didn't recognize you for a moment. Is anything the matter?" he asked and gave me a peculiar look.
"I'm driving Mrs. Bradley to a friends house. She felt a little faint so I pulled over for a minute. Everything's all right officer, but thanks for the concern."
He looked over at Iris, and then I guess he decided that everything was okay.
"Make sure your friend gives you a stiff shot of brandy," he said. "You sure do look pale."
"Well thanks officer," I said. "Guess we're ready to go now. All right Iris?" She smiled a little sickly and waved goodbye to the cop, then I got back on the road.
"Close call," I smiled and said. A little to close for comfort, but it was worth it.
"There's not much chance for privacy up here. Everyone seems to know everyone and their mother, and if you wear pink panties instead of white, the whole town will be gossiping about it at breakfast. So far Dave and I have managed to keep pretty much to ourselves, but it can't last much longer. That cop will tell his wife about how he saw me parked in a car with a strange man, and no one who hears it will have anything nice to say. Nothing exciting ever happens up here, at least that's what they think, so they spend their time turning mountains into mole hills."
"Pleasant community," I answered. "You're crazy for being here. They may not be able to jail you for wife swapping, but they sure as hell can make your husband pack up his business and go elsewhere."
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Turn right at the next corner, and it's the second house you'll see. Just pull into the driveway."
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CHAPTER TWELVE
It was a huge white stucco house that I pulled up next to. There must have been at least thirty rooms in it, and I wondered what kind of money it took to buy a home like that. Somehow I doubted that I'd ever be able to afford such a luxury, and for the first time in my life I knew the pangs of frustrated jealousy.
We walked right in without ringing the bell, and found ourselves in a long well-lit hall whose halls were covered with paintings and wood etchings. And not the twenty dollar prints that you can pick up in cheap galleries.
"Leslie. You home? Company's here," Iris called and from what seemed like miles away I heard an answering voice.
"Go on into the den. I'll be right with you. And mix a few drinks, will you sweetheart? You know what I like."
It was the most sensual voice I've ever heard. She used it like an instrument, softly singing the words and letting them lull you like a lullaby. I was getting more interested in Iris's freaky friend, and started pumping her with questions.
"Cut it out," she laughed. "You'll meet her in a minute and get all your answers."
Just then a door opened and I turned to the sound with a curiosity I couldn't restrain.
She was beautiful!
She didn't speak. Just smiled at me with her eyes and slowly rotated her body like a model showing off a dress. She wanted me to get a thorough look at the merchandise.
Her hair was jet black and curly, flowing all the way down to her shoulders in snake-like ringlets. It wasn't combed smooth, but instead she let it look wild, gypsyish, and I immediately thought of Rapunzel, letting down her hair from the tower for her Prince to climb up.
Her eyes were purple, like a new born baby's. So deep that you could plunge into them and never hit bottom. They seemed to be mocking me, but for all my pride, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight of her.
Her mouth was like a bright red gash in a very white face. Kissing her I thought, would be like drinking blood. And she was built like something else again. Tall and slender, yet well rounded and full like a woman, with the longest and shapeliest legs imaginable.
It's easy for me to tell you what she looked like. I'll never forget that first flash of her standing there. All she had on was a thick gold sash around her middle, with scarlet tassles dropping off of it like feathers. The tassles only came to the tops of her thighs, and when she moved I could just make out the shadow of a thick black-haired mound peeping out from under the cover.
Two tiny rouged nipples were staring unblinking at me, crimson peaks on two large firm white mountains of flesh. She saw me staring at her tits and shimmied for a minute, her breasts dancing from side to side and my eyes dancing with them. I reached out a hand and, like a sleep walker, I approached her. With the tips of my fingers I barely touched those tiny cherries, but an electric shock seemed to run through my body. She didn't move, and I pressed them harder with my fingers, feeling them stir beneath my prodding.
"Oooooh, yes my little man," she murmured. Then with a sigh she pushed my hand away and walked over to the bar.
"I'm Leslie. Come get your drink before it turns hot."
I felt a little sorry for Iris. She was standing in the middle of the room, looking like a beaten dog. Why the hell did she bring me here I wondered, if she was going to get jealous.
"Come here sweetheart and give Leslie a kiss hello," the gypsy cooed to Iris. Her voice was magnetic and obeying immediately, like a well disciplined child, she walked over to the woman and puckered her lips.
Leslie bent her head a little and kissed her softly. Then, just when I thought it was over, I saw a delicate pink tongue dart out from between her lips and probe their way into Iris's waiting open mouth. For a second they stood motionless, letting their tongues do the greeting, and then smiling sweetly, Leslie patted Iris on the cheek and turned her back. Iris looked like she was going to pass out. She was extremely pale, and leaned against the bar for support until her breathing became normal. So that was why Iris had brought me here. I wondered if her husband knew about their relationship. It was hard to believe that any man would tolerate his wife having a woman for a lover.
"Show our guest to the den," Leslie ordered, "and you come with me." Noticing the look of bewilderment on my face she explained.
"I like to have my men in the right frame of mind before I screw them. That's what the den is all about. Go on in and find out. Iris will take you there."
"Come on Alex," Iris said, a note of excitement in her voice. I followed her out the door and down the long corridor, until we came to a door with a brass knocker shaped like a tit. It was a pretty good pun. A knocker of a knocker.
Iris opened the door and letting her fingers linger on the brass nipple she bid me to enter.
"I'll see you in about a half an hour. We'll come get you." Then she left and I walked into the den.
My eyes opened wide with astonishment. That room was better than a Forty Second Street peep show. For Christ's sake! Every inch of wall space was covered with photos of every imaginable sexual act. And Leslie was in all of them.
The floor was covered with several thick animal rugs, piled one on top of the other, and there was a huge circular couch planted very advantageously in the center of the room. Next to it was a low coffee table with a few glasses and a bottle of brandy. And littered all over the floor were magazines and novels featuring women at their juicest. Everything was sensuality.
I sat down on the couch and began to closely examine the photos. The one that caught my immediate attention was directly facing me. It featured two women, Iris and Leslie, and a great Dane. The girls were lying head to feet, with their faces almost completely buried in each other's twats. They were on their sides, and Leslie's ass was sticking high up in the air. She had two of the most magnificently fleshy buttocks I've ever seen. I could imagine digging my fingers into that luscious crack between those cheeks, but that space was already occupied. The Great Dane was licking violently away at her asshole with a tongue that was as long as any man's prick. And the dog looked like he was loving every minute of reaming out her shitty hole. That's the first time I've ever envied a dog. I wondered if it came naturally or if they had had to train the animal. That dog looked like he knew what he was doing.
Directly next to it was one of Leslie alone, performing all the action. She had a large champagne bottle clasped in both hands and had it jammed all the way up her cunt. The entire neck of the bottle was completely hidden in the wetness of her womb. Her legs were spread far apart, giving a fine view of the thick cunt lips spread to capacity, and the green bottle contrasted sickeningly against the paleness of her skin. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed tight, and her lips were curled into a sort of combination sneer, smile and grimace of pain. Her hard nipples pointed upwards to the ceiling and her breasts seemed to be quivering with her lust despite the fact that it was just a picture. I couldn't wait to replace that bottle, and my cock started to throb painfully against the tightness of my pants.
I had to unzipper my fly. My penis burst out of my trousers with a slap, hard and upright and just itching for action. I tenderly massaged it, so excited by what I had seen that I couldn't leave it alone.
I lay back on the couch and gazed around me, checking out a few other interesting shots.
There was one of some woman. I'm sure it was Leslie again, bent over a couch so that her face was completely hidden. She was pulling apart her ass cheeks with her hands and a man with a ponderous prick was shoving himself up her brown winking anus. Her cheeks were dimpling like a baby's and I vowed to look for them on Leslie's ass, just to make sure it was her.
There were a couple of others, men fucking women, women fucking women, and one with four men completely covering some chick's body in various acts of love-making. I had to stop myself from jerking off any longer. I felt that there was no sense wasting my come on the unseeing walls. My balls were aching terribly, and I wondered how much longer it would be before the girls came and picked me up.
I lit a cigarette and picked up one of the magazines, starting to flip through the pages casually. It was actually boring compared to the photos on the walls. The women looked like pigs, with their big flabby tits hanging down to their bellies and their fat thighs spread to show their overworked gashes. Ten dollar tricks just couldn't compare to the company I was in. And I was going to get it for nothing.
I lay back and started imagining what it was going to be like. I'd have two women to please and I wondered if they'd expect me to come twice. I hear some men can come just minutes apart from their last orgasm. It usually takes me about a half an hour to get it up again, even with the best of care, and I didn't want to disappoint the ladies.
I figured I'd take care of Iris first. I wanted to save the dessert for the last. Just a few quick licks to get her all juiced up and then I'd fuck her as fast and effortlessly as I could. I hoped it would be enough to get her off, but I really had to save myself for Leslie. After all, first impressions are the most important, and I really wanted to impress that girl.
I was just getting into my imaginary fuck with Leslie when they came in silently and joined me on the couch. I started with surprise, and then looked again.
All they were wearing were bikini panties, black and see through, and so tight that most of their asses bulged out.
"I've been waiting for you breathlessly," I said, and gave them both an admiring look.
"I can tell," said Leslie, and pointed to my prick. It was hard as iron and the head was swollen purple with the fast pounding blood. It knew exactly what it wanted and both my cock and I were sick of being teased by dead photographs and cheap pin-up girls. I was ready for the real thing and I was being offered two of them.
"Come on. Let's go fuck," I said and stood up.
"We'll go to my bedroom," Leslie answered, and taking me by one arm and Iris by the other, we left that "den" of sexual delights behind us and went out in search of bigger game.
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
We walked down the hall and up a flight of stairs, stopping at the first door on the right of the staircase. Leslie pushed it open and waved us in.
"This is the dressing room. The bathroom's off on your right. Iris knows the procedure and will tell you what to do."
"Oh come on now. More games?" I was getting very impatient and more than a little annoyed. This bitch was the worst cock-tease I'd ever met and I wondered if she'd ever get ready to screw me.
"Don't be so impatient darling. If a thing's worth doing it's worth doing right." With those words of cheer she left us alone, going into the bedroom and closing the door.
I looked around me, getting my bearings. It was really a dressing room, and very professional looking. There was a large dresser with a satin seat and a mirror, and another full length one built into the wall. A vast assortment of make-up and perfume was on the table, and there was a rack of clothes in the corner with a nice selection of costumes and dressing gowns for people of all tastes.
"Go on. Pick out a robe and come into the bathroom with me." Iris was smiling at my confusion. She had obviously been through all this before and knew what she was doing.
I pulled out the first one I saw, blue silk with a black tassled sash. Just a long smoking jacket. Iris beckoned me towards a door and I followed her.
The bathroom was huge, with an emerald green sunken tub and wall to wall carpeting. I undressed slowly as Iris filled the tub, dropping my clothes in a crumpled heap behind me. The sweet smell of steaming perfumed water rose in beads of heat into the air.
"Step in honey. Cleanliness is next to godliness." That's what I like about Iris. She was so moral.
I felt embarrassingly naked, just standing there with my bare toes digging into the rug. Iris was watching me out of the corner of her eye, and seemed to be staring at my balls. I almost reached down to cover them with my hands, but caught myself in time.
"See something you like?" I asked Iris. She grinned and stared openly at my prick.
"I sort of hate to share it with anyone. But Leslie's something special to me and I know she'll take good care of both of us."
I ignored her and stepped down into the sunken tub. The warm water lapped at my ankles and I slowly squatted down letting my body piece by piece get adjusted to the heat.
When my balls finally got adjusted to the change in temperature I knew that the worst was over.
Iris started to wash my back. The perfumed water had drawn out all the strength and tension in my muscles, and all that was left was a limp rag of a man who squirmed gratefully under the massaging fingers of a woman.
"Wash carefully between your legs," Iris suggested, no trace of humor in her voice. "Leslie likes her men to smell sweet."
I spun around in the tub and swatted the water with the flat of my hand, sending a wet spray all over her and the clothes she hadn't taken off.
"You're all wet sister," I smirked, "so take your clothes off and come on in. See to it that Leslie gets her man in tip top condition."
"Sure I will Alex," she answered and I watched her undress. Her blouse was soaked through and it clung to her shapely tits like it was sewn on. She unbuttoned it quickly, anxious to join me and start the ball rolling. She arched her back and unhooked her bra. Her tits bobbed out like floats on the water, the nipples dangling appetizingly inches above my mouth.
I grabbed her around the knees and pulled her towards me, slipping my hand up her clinging skirt till I could feel the silky material of her panties covering her cunny. I pulled her up right next to the tub, letting my fingers cup her mound provokingly as I reached a free hand up to grab a cherry hard nipple.
"Kneel down," I ordered, and she squatted on her heels by my side. Rising to my knees I covered one nipple with my mouth, my tongue trailing along the rubbery ridge of the pink circle. I could feel the nipple growing in my mouth into a hard throbbing bullet, and I sucked hard drawing the hard sweet nub deep into my mouth.
Iris groaned and almost fell into the tub with pleasure and the need to get closer to my titilating tongue. I wrapped my arms around her back and drew her in close, half of her lovely breast buried in my wet mouth.
"Stop for a minute and let me get undressed," she panted. She pulled away from me and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall unheeded to the floor behind her. Then she stood up and slid her panties down slowly, giving me a show of her lusciously rounded hips as the tight elastic band slid down over the curves and revealed her golden mound of crisply curling pubic hair.
As she raised a leg to slip the panties off I plunged a finger up the wet slit, letting it worm it's way deep into the horny womb. I could feel the wet bumpy walls close around it hungrily, and knew that she was as anxious to get fucked as I was.
"Ooooh yes, that's good," she murmured, and quickly let them slip to the floor with her other clothes. She stepped into the tub and stood with her legs spread right in front of my face.
I let my finger run up and down the gash, teasing her until her hips ground into my face. Then I gave her what she wanted, replacing my tongue for my finger and letting it roll along the slit's edge greedily pulling the cunt moisture into my mouth. I rolled the button-like clit on the tip drawing satisfaction from her increasingly loud moans and then moved my hands around to her round hill like ass. I firmly molded the globes with my hands, letting my tongue take care of her pussy and felt my nose getting buried in the golden hairs that were covering my face. My fingers explored the wet rim of her ass hole and when she showed no sign of displeasure, I pushed one in, letting it wriggle around like a worm in the tight slimy hole.
Her knees gave way then and she almost toppled down on top of me. I eased her to her knees and drew in a few deep breaths. She just sat there panting and masturbating herself, making her clit grow into a hard button of desire. Then she reached out a hand and started jerking me off, keeping one hand busy on her own aching snatch. I just leaned back letting the warm water cover my chest, and enjoyed the sensations of her skillful fingers working over my stiff rod.
The water lapped at my balls and my cock rose up high and proud like a flagstaff. I slid my body down in the water and grabbing her about the waist I seated her on my lap. She caught on fast and guided my penis into the opening like a pro. It moved in with a will of it's own, making squishing sounds as it forced the water out. She rode me like I was a horse, holding on to my shoulders for balance and driving her cunt down deep on the staff and covering it until only my black pubic hairs showed miles under the rippling water. We were creating a raging whirlpool, and my head seemed to be floating in waves of heat. I kept my pace slow and my strokes long, driving my cock up to the hilt in her narrow passage and drawing soft cries of pleasure out of her throat. I could feel the pleasure building up in my balls and knew that I couldn't hold off much longer. Iris had already come twice and I thought that one of the reasons she was so hot was because Leslie had been working on her before I even got to her. There was a round red hickey on her belly and it hadn't been there before we left the house.
I was coming to a climax and squeezing her tits hard in my hands when the door opened sending a sudden cold draft whistling over my shoulders.
"Okay kids cut it out," I heard Leslie, and Iris jumped off of me like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
"I got sick of waiting," I said wondering why this woman made me feel almost frightened. She seemed so capable and cold. She would have made a great man.
"Everybody out. I'm surprised at you Iris, I thought you'd know better. Well anyway, no harm done. It seems like we caught it just in time." She gave a meaningful look at my balls, which I was unconsciously squeezing with frustrated pain. I pulled my hand away, guilty at having been caught. Then I flushed with anger. Who the hell was this bitch to make me embarrassed like that.
"You're a great little cock-tease," I said to her and for a minute I thought she was going to slap my face. I stood up with my back to her and pulled Iris to her feet. She got out of the tub quickly, avoiding Leslie's eyes, and started to dry herself off. I followed suit and reached for a towel.
"I'll do that for you," Leslie said snatching the cloth from out of my hands. She started drying my back in hard even strokes, sopping up the moisture with the hungry cloth. Iris watched, jealousy showing in her eyes. And I knew that it was Leslie's attention to me that she was jealous of. The bitch really loved this girl. It was quite a shock, but now I understood what had kept Iris in the otherwise dull boring neighborhood. I was sure Dave knew nothing at all about her arrangement. No man could keep his pride and let his wife run around with another woman.
Leslie started drying my ass, digging the terri cloth in between my buttocks. I could feel her finger through the cloth as it circled curiously around the wet rim of my ass hole. It felt good, almost a tickling feeling, and I wriggled a little. She laughed a little and then pulling the cloth out of her way, she rammed a finger all the way up the crack. I almost jumped a foot.
"A virgin ass hole," she laughed. "I've got something for you that I'm sure you'll like."
"Like what?" I asked, my suspicions growing. This chick really thought she was a man. More of a man than me.
"Finish drying and come into the bedroom. Both of you," she said giving Iris an evil leer. Then she walked out and left us alone.
I felt stupid for feeling a little worried. After all I was a man and five times as strong as any woman could be, but still the fear didn't leave me.
We dried quickly, Iris refusing to look at me and not saying a word the whole time. Then we left closing the door behind us, and I followed Iris across the hall and into Leslie's bedroom.
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
A huge bed with enough room for at least four people, was the first thing my eyes fell on. It stood about three feet off the ground and you had to give a little jump up to climb on it. Leslie was sitting in the middle of it, her legs crossed in a lotus position, and she smiled at my astonishment. All around the room, in every conceivable place, were mirrors. There was one covering the entire ceiling, and slightly tinted mirrors lined the walls. I could see all of us reflected from every possible angle.
"How do you like the set-up?" Leslie asked, stretching her arms and yawning.
"It sure as hell is freaky," I answered. I slipped off the robe I had borrowed and watched myself nude from every possible angle.
"I'm impressed," said Leslie. "Pose for me." I felt embarrassed at the request and didn't have the faintest idea about where to begin. Iris helped me out.
"Get down on your hands and knees," she whispered. I did as she suggested not knowing what else to do anyway.
She squatted down behind my ass and looked at Leslie for approval. Leslie nodded at her and she began.
She stuck out her tongue as far as it would go and gave my ass hole a delicate lick. I could see everything that was happening in the mirrors and noticed that Leslie's eyes were following all the action eagerly. Her tongue was stuck out a little and she was licking her own lips as though she were in Iris's position.
My ass hole contracted as her tongue pushed into the tight muscle. It was a strange sensation to be reamed, and I held my breath waiting for more.
Her wet tongue danced all over the rim, sending my ass whirling into a frenzy of activity. I shoved my buttocks back into her face and she worked her tongue like a miniature prick. Her sharp fingernails bit deep into my cheeks as she pried them as far apart as they would go, stretching the small opening until there was room for her entire tongue to move in. She wriggled it like a worm inside me, and against my will I felt a moan of pleasure rise to my lips.
My cock had grown hard and long from the attention to my rear. I could see it in the mirror, shooting out like a weapon in a hard line along my belly, and my heavy balls were dangling like weights under Iris's dripping chin. The hairs along my spine and ass were prickling with anticipation and I closed my eyes so that I could no longer see what I was doing. I just wanted to enjoy it.
Iris's finger replaced her tongue in a flash and for a second I didn't even know the difference. I tried to relax the anal muscles so that it could slip in with a minimum of pain. It was such a filling feeling. It made me want to shit.
She was licking my balls now, her head bobbing up and down in a frenzy of activity, while her finger whipped in and out of the tight back passage. I ground my teeth as the combination of pain and pleasure overwhelmed me.
"I'm no faggot. I'm no faggot," I kept saying to myself, upset by the pleasure I was getting out of my ass hole. Leslie was laughing as though she could read my thoughts, and began clapping her hands excitedly as the finger moved in faster and faster.
"Enough, enough," Leslie said. "Come up here on the bed with me. I want to help."
Iris immediately rose to her feet and jumped up into the bed, her body sinking into the softness of the mattress. I walked over also, growing angrier with each step I took. I felt that Leslie had been purposely humiliating me, trying to sap at my manhood and make herself seem the stronger.
I stood by the side of the bed looking straight down into her upturned face. I let go then, slapping her hard across the cheek and making her eyes swim with tears of surprise and pain.
"All right sweetheart you've had your fun and now I'm going to have mine. You're going to suck me now, you're going to take my cock in your mouth and drink down my come like you love it. It's about time you learned the difference between a man and a woman. This is what I've got," I said slapping her across the face with my hard penis, "and all you've got is a red gash for me to use."
Her face was white but her eyes had a gleam of interest in them that had been missing all along. The bitch seemed to like being pushed around, and I was ready to oblige her.
I climbed into the bed and lay down flat on my back. Grabbing Iris by the tit, I pulled her into position, making her squat directly over my face.
"Now start sucking," I said to Leslie, aroused by the musky odor of Iris's already sopping pussy.
I felt Leslie crawling over my legs and groaned with delight at the first touch of her tongue on the hot head of my prick. Her saliva trickled over the rim bathing the painful heat of my cock in the moistness of her mouth. I let my tongue perform the same service on Iris's gaping cunt hole.
It was like a chain reaction. Iris mashed her hips down onto my face, burying my nose in between her buttocks, and I in turn forced my hips high upward pushing my pulsing organ as deep down Leslie's throat as possible. She accepted it willingly and was obviously an expert cock sucker.
The head tickled her tonsils, and the whole while she dutifully ran her tongue quickly up and down the length of my staff making it swell to a size I had never imagined possible.
I stifled my cries in Iris's bush, digging my fingers into the softness of her ass as I buried my tongue into the gaping wetness. I could taste the saltiness of her come ooze down my throat, as my tongue wormed it's way up the gooey passage.
"Fuck me, fuck me with your tongue," she screamed practically cutting off my breath as her ass swallowed up my face. She was one hot bitch and I loved to give her pleasure.
Iris's cries were making Leslie terribly excited. She renewed her efforts on my aching penis swallowing the weapon so far that only the pubic hairs were left showing. I heard her gagging but she didn't stop for a minute as she swallowed and disgorged me with the speed of lightning.
My face was sopping wet with Iris's juices and I felt as though my balls were about to fall off. In another minute I knew I would come and that didn't suit my plans. I forced Iris off of me by pushing her ass up with my hands and wrenched my prick out of Leslie's mouth. The effort it cost me made my heart stop beating for a minute. I wanted to come so badly that it literally hurt to pull out of her cunt-like mouth.
Iris was moaning softly and rubbing fiercely away at her clit.
I guess she was pretty disappointed too.
"I thought you wanted to come in my mouth," Leslie complained, angry at me for interfering with her pleasure.
"There's plenty of time for that honey," I answered, "but right now I'd like to work out another three way fuck."
I told them what I wanted and no one seemed to object. Leslie was to lay on her back and I was going to fuck her cunt while Iris was to sit over Leslie's face facing me. I wanted to be able to grab some tit on the way down. Everyone got into position eagerly. I don't think Iris had ever been eaten more in her life, but she loved every minute of it and could have sat on a tongue until she died.
I watched Leslie eat Iris for a little while before I joined in. Their act was reflected in every mirror, and I got a good profile view of her tongue as it massaged Iris's clit into a hard hungry button. Leslie's tits were mashed under Iris's ass, and I could just make them out as flattened lulls under her buttocks. I could think of worse seats to sit on, that's for sure. Iris was bouncing away and little animal cries pierced the otherwise silent room. She was practically lying on her belly in an effort to sixty-nine Leslie, but she didn't quite reach.
Instead she had to settle for fingering the other woman and I watched her index finger slide in and out of the wet hole doing the same work that my prick was aching to do. When she started to use two fingers and I could see the hole open up and swallow them it was too much. I pushed her up by the shoulders into a sitting position and "let my prick finally go to work.
The hole was so juiced up that it slid in like it was coated with butter. I drew in my breath as I felt the tight dripping walls encircle my organ. Damn, it was good.
"Push baby, push," I whispered hoarsely and grabbing a pillow I shoved it under Leslie's ass to give me a better angle of entry.
Her ass sunk into the softness and I noticed a dimple on one of the cheeks. So she was in that picture I saw I said to myself, and for some reason I was glad. She was a first class freak and the best lay in the world.
With a shove I buried my prick to the hilt in her hairy cunt, letting the juices lap over my rod and cool it off. I measured my strokes carefully using long hard drives that made whooshing noises when I pulled out part way.
I could hear Leslie moaning her joy into Iris's listening cunt and felt my own need increase with each sound of her pleasure.
I reached out my hands and latched on hard to Iris's taut nipples and her eyes closed and lips parted with the feel of it.
There we were reflected in the mirrors. I looked up and saw us as though from a plane, our arched bodies writhing in unison.
I got a back view of my own ass and could see my balls slapping against Leslie's thighs as I drove my prick inward. And I looked down with interest delighted with the close view I got of myself fucking.
Her hole opened and closed with my varied efforts. It was like a child's fist, clutching desperately at my shaft and reluctantly letting it slip out like it was a precious lollipop.
Iris's nipples were now hard red bullets, responding to my squeezings as though they had a life of their own. Her hands reached out and busied themselves lovingly in my hair, showing me how grateful she was for the pleasure I was giving her.
She leaned forward a little more and I stretched my neck too, our lips meeting hungrily over our fucking bodies. I kissed her hard, letting her feel the passion in my balls in the effort of my tongue. Our saliva mixed as our tongues explored the wet caverns of the other's mouth, and I bit down lightly on the dancing tip.
I could taste the saltiness of her spit mingled with a little blood, flow into my mouth. It reminded me of her cunt and the pressure in my balls increased. I could feel the gism mounting in those egg shaped sacs, and drove my shaft rapidly into Leslie's rocking cunt as the come rose up my staff.
We came together. The three of us. I screamed my orgasm down Iris's throat, feeling her hot breath swirl in my mouth. Leslie's frantic efforts subsided as she drenched my prick with her sticky white come. We collapsed in a heap, and I didn't move until I felt the come in Leslie's cunt begin to ooze down my legs and bury itself in my hair.
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Leslie was the first to get up. She rolled off the bed, not looking at either of us, and walked off towards the bathroom. Her stiff straight back emanated anger and I knew it was because I had made her act like a woman.
Iris was curled up in a heap at the head of the bed and was almost sleeping. Her heavy breasts heaved with each indrawn breath, and the matted hair around her pussy was sticky with saliva. I tickled her foot and she tried to plant a kick at my head but happily missed.
I was feeling real good. Completely satisfied and tired.
"Go get me a wash rag and towel," I ordered Iris. I was too lazy to get up and wash.
"Sure honey, you deserve a little service," she answered and got her ass out of bed and walked to the door.
I was all alone for a change and stretched out on the bed comfortably. Above me was my reflection dangling in the mirrored ceiling. I looked good-real good.
My legs were long and muscular, covered by the usual thick down of black hair. And buried in the center of my hard thighs was a thick dark nest of curling hairs. A resting place for my exhausted prick. It was large even though it was limp, and I couldn't help remembering where it had been. Some of the places were pretty strange.
My mind rolled back into time and I found myself remembering my first year in the Army. I was only eighteen at the time and as lonely and scared as any kid ever was. But I covered it well and had a reputation for being as tough and hard as they come.
The Army puts you into pretty good physical shape, that much about it was good. After a month in boot camp I could press a hundred pound weight in one hand, and those fifty mile hikes no longer bothered me.
But there was plenty that was hard to get adjusted to. I had been getting plenty of high school pussy since I was fifteen and I suddenly found myself in a barracks with about seventy other guys all as horny as me.
I made a few good friends there, the kind of friends that were good to have in a bar fight, but we never seemed drawn to each other the way some of the others were. That was for the first month, and then things started to happen. The way they have to happen when you're young, healthy and a hundred miles away from anything with tits and a gash.
My best friend up there was a guy named Dake. I suppose he was very handsome, but there was a softness about his face that had always made me wonder. One night quite late, I went into the latrine for a necessary piss and Dake followed me. I didn't know it until I was halfway through sending a yellow stream of urine against the wall, and then I felt his hands creeping over my ass.
You never saw anyone whirl around so fast in your life. The piss splashed all over the place and I rammed my fist into his belly before I even knew who it was. There was something about another man touching me that made me scared and angry.
I saw Dake huddled on the floor moaning softly and holding his stomach.
"What the hell did you do that for?" he asked me, hurt in his voice. He was actually surprised by my reaction.
"Hey man. I didn't know it was you. But what do you expect me to do when I feel something reaching for my balls?"
"I just wanted to touch you. Honest. Come on Alex. Let me will ya?"
He got up slowly and started to walk to me looking like an animal about to be shot at.
I smiled as I got an idea. I sure as hell was sick of jerking off.
"Okay Dad. Come here," I said, and he came over quickly encouraged by my smile.
"Yeah. That's right Alex. There ain't nothin' ta be ashamed of."
"You want to have some fun huh punk?" I said. "Well that's fine with me. You can just suck me off. Right now."
I grabbed him by his curly blond hair and forced him to his knees. He seemed to feel right at home there on the floor with a prick dangling in front of his face and he even seemed to like being pushed around. I wondered how he ever got into the Army, but since then I've seen many men, and few of them faggots, get down on their knees in front of some prick and worship it like it was some kind of God.
I leaned against the cold wall, my pants hanging down around my ankles and watched his head bob up and down as he worked me over.
He was as gentle as a woman, tenderly licking the limp head with his wet tongue and making me close my eyes with the pleasure. I pretended it wasn't him at all, but some beautiful chick I used to know.
I ran my fingers through his hair and he suddenly opened his mouth wide and forced my now erect penis down into the back of his throat. I gasped my pleasure and pushed his head hard into my groin, burying his face in the thick mat of pubic hair.
I could see his cheeks sucking in and out as my cock moved between his full wet lips. His tongue danced all over my staff, tracing a spider web of spittle over the tightly drawn skin. I stood on my toes, my body tingling with the warm wet sensations, and I watched him draw in and spit out, my now throbbing purplish organ.
He sucked well. And obviously was getting his own rocks off with the pleasure he was giving me. I could see his own prick bulging hard against his tight pants.
"You're doing good cock sucker," I said sneering, but he took it as a compliment and gurgled something incoherently.
"Like to suck pricks do you?" I asked him and he looked up at me with a smile on his stuffed mouth and contentment in his soft eyes.
"I think I know something you'll like even better," I told him. I knew I couldn't keep my sperm back much longer, and I wanted to get everything I could out of him that night.
He knew what I meant, because a sudden glint of fear flashed through his eyes. I wondered if he'd ever been reamed before. But it didn't matter, because he was going to get it that night whether he wanted it or not.
He spit my prick out and started to stand up. A thin stream of saliva dribbled down his chin and clung to my sopping cock.
"Hey come on Alex. I was just doing you a favor. I'm not like that you know."
"Listen faggot, you're going to do what I tell you or the whole barracks will know about you by morning." I saw that what I said impressed him because he bit his lip but squatted back down on the floor.
"Why don'tcha just let me suck you off huh? You'd like that, and I just don't know about taking it up the ass." I was horny as a dog and after several months in the Army even Dake was beginning to look good. '
"Shut up and take your pants off," I said, anger in my voice. My prick was aching with anticipation. It couldn't wait to stuff itself up his tight wet bum hole. It's almost as nice as a cunt.
Dake gave up and slowly started to strip. I watched hungrily as the trousers slipped down to his knees revealing his strong muscular teenage legs and the golden hairs around his crotch peeked out of his tight underwear.
"That's enough. Now bend over." He put out his hands and grasped the toilet seat letting his soft round butt wave in the air. I could just see the small round brown circle of his hole hiding between the cheeks.
I got down on my knees behind him and checked him out. His ass was like a woman's. Very white, with a soft down of yellow hair. My cock was as erect as it ever could be and I titillated myself by playing with his tight brown circle.
It was a little damp as my finger slid in and I could feel the muscles contracting hard on the digit. Dale moaned and tried to pull away.
I slid my hand under his balls and got a firm grasp of the hanging sacs. If anything was going to keep him still this would I thought. Then I played away for a few minutes enjoying his obvious discomfort and squirming.
"Stop it Alex please. It hurts," he whispered, afraid to speak loudly for fear of attracting attention. I gave his balls a painful squeeze.
"I thought all faggots loved this," I said laughing. Then I slipped a second finger into the already stretched opening and wriggled them around like snakes. Dakp's groaning became louder but he didn't try to twist away.
I could feel a hard solid turd deep in his bowels and wondered if all that fingering made him feel like shitting. I pulled my fingers out and spread his cheeks with both hands. Then I got ready for the plunge.
Dakp knew what was coming and instinctively tried to draw away, but my hard grip on his balls kept him from going far.
"You're going to love it son," I said evilly. I could see the beads of perspiration forming on his back and wondered how scared he really was. I almost felt sorry for him, but he had started the whole thing and my prick was too worked up to take no for an answer.
I placed the swollen tip at the moist entrance and pushed my hips forward. It was slow progress, his ass hole obviously being pretty unused to this kind of pleasure. I moved the head in inch by inch, getting myself aroused by the twitching and moans of pain that I saw racking the other man's body.
Then the muscles gave way and I forced myself in to the hilt up his boiling bowels and felt the warm moist walls surround my aching organ. I had hit something solid too, and knew what I would see when I pulled out.
I knew it wouldn't be long before I came so I carefully controlled my rhythm sending slow deep long thrusts up the tight entrance and into the depths of his intestines.
"Ooooh God, it's good." I heard myself groaning and I closed my eyes with the pleasure of it. It felt like a cunt pulling my come out almost against my will.
Dake had given up his attempts to move away and was enjoying himself as much as I was. He had gotten into my movements and was pushing his ass into my hips at each thrust.
"I love you Alex," he mumbled, a trickle of saliva dribbling down his chin. His breathing was coming in hard jerking pants and his cock had grown amazingly large. I could just make out a thin drop of clear gism oozing out of his red tip and knew that he was about to come.
I drove in harder and faster as I neared my climax, reaming him to the core with the hard painful thrusts. He was practically screaming and I was afraid the whole barracks would be in in a minute to find out what all the howling was about.
"Shut up," I whispered and slapped him hard across the ass. That did it for him. I could see him spurt out his come all over the floor and his muscles contracted in tight spasms around my organ.
"Yaaaagh," I yelled, my head on fire, as I drove spurt after spurt of my burning fluid up his hot raw ass hole. Dake collapsed in a heap on the floor his head leaning over the bowl, and for several minutes I heard him retching into the toilet.
I stood up, all the tension in my balls gone and walked over to the sink to wash off. I turned around and took one last look at his limp body and walked out. I felt a little sick myself, but mostly worried. I had really enjoyed screwing him anally and was having some disturbing thoughts about myself.
After that I let him suck me off, but I never laid him in the ass again. I liked it too much.
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I came out of my day dream when I heard the door open. Iris was walking up to me with a wash rag and towel in her hand. I felt myself blushing, guilty about my thoughts, and then realized that my prick was hard all over again.
"Come here baby," I murmured, anxious to feel my cock rammed up a woman's ass hole again. I wanted to feel a pair of soft round titties pressed in my hands instead of the flat hairy chest of a man.
Iris giggled when I put my arms around her waist and I bit her gently on her belly.
"Haven't you had enough for a while she said laughing, and ran her fingers through my hair.
"I can never get enough baby. Come on up here and sit on my face sweetheart. I want to smell a freshly washed cunt."
"Okay. You asked for it," she answered and climbed up onto the bed and sat on my head with a plop.
"Hey. Easy does it," I said as best as I could with my face completely immersed in her damp flesh. "You almost broke my nose."
She giggled again and I stuck out my tongue and tasted the soapy crack between her cunt lips.
"Rinse better next time," I instructed her, "or I'll blow soap bubbles up your pussy."
She laughed and wriggled further down on my nose, engulfing me in the warm sweet taste of her womb. I exercised my tongue on her gash lovingly, letting it tantalize the fleshy lips into a frenzy of desire. Her clit grew into a hard throbbing slice of flesh as I rolled it between my lips, and she filled my ears with moans of love.
I licked her until my tongue grew tired. By the time I was done I had thoroughly explored the cavern of her ass hole, letting the oversweet taste trickle down into the back of my throat. My cock was ready. As I reached out to grab her tits she rolled off my face and onto her side, spreading her legs wide to show me her entrance.
I climbed in between those inviting thighs and then pulled her legs tight together. I wanted to feel the tightness of being completely surrounded, and I felt the warm hard pressure of her tense muscles as I pushed my way deep into her waiting womb.
She began to milk me dry. With slow grinding hip movements she drew my prick further into her body. It was completely out of my control She was doing everything for me.
She teased my hard nipples with her fingers, her head thrown back in ecstasy and I watched the emotions of sex flash across her face with curiousity. She knew how to enjoy a fuck better than anyone I've ever run across.
Then Leslie came in. I knew she was there because the muscles in Iris's legs let go their hold and her eyes opened wide with a look of fear that I didn't understand.
"Having fun kids?" I heard a voice say, and looking up I saw Leslie's nude form reflected in the mirror.
She was carrying a riding whip in her right hand and I had a first flash of fear. This was a proud woman and I had humiliated her. She was out for revenge.
She walked over to a dresser and opened the top draw. I could clearly see everything in it because of the mirrors. It was full to the brim with every size shape and color dildo. I got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was like looking at a nightmare and I knew exactly what was on Leslie's mind.
She smiled at me. "Do you have any preference?" she asked in a low menacing voice. "If you're new to this I think we'd better pick a reasonably small one. But one that's long enough to penetrate."
I understood the fear in Dake's mind that night in the Army latrine. It wasn't a fear of pain or rape. I was afraid that I would like it. Already I could feel a thrill of excitement run down my spine at the idea of this woman using my body. I wanted it! God how I wanted it. I was dying to be a slave and let her do her will on my body. She was going to rape a man and it was me!
"Please don't move. Go on with what you're doing. I'll try not to disturb you any more than necessary." Iris once again closed her legs around my prick, only this time I felt as though they were imprisoning me. Holding me immovable in their vise-like grip.
My prick had shrunk down to almost nothing with my fear and Iris got to work in an attempt to arouse me. My eyes followed Leslie as she approached the bed.
She was holding a long reddish plastic prick in her right hand and that whip in her left. I knew I'd have to make my move.
I pulled out from between Iris's legs in a flash and grasped Leslie's wrist hard in my hand. She was fighting hard to hold it but in another second I knew I'd have it away from her. Then Iris made her move from behind. She stood on the bed and jumped, landing heavily on my back and dug her fingers into my hair.
I lost my balance and fell heavily backwards. I saw Leslie's hand raised over her head and then the whip came down. Time after time she slashed me across the chest and I couldn't escape it. I could feel only the hot needles of pain shooting through my body and wanted only for them to cease.
From somewhere in the back of my pain racked head I heard Iris speaking.
"It's enough Leslie. Stop it now. You might really hurt him." The leather stopped biting into my flesh and I was left with just a dull sensation of agony that didn't seem to come from any particular part of my body.
I would get even. I knew it and it was all I could think about. But for the moment I was their captive and had to obey.
"Alex darling, climb on the bed like a good boy now will you?" I heard Leslie cooing. The lash was held menacingly in her hand, and the thought of it made me do as I was told with a speed I didn't think myself capable of.
I lay flat on my belly. Blood smeared the bedspread but the cool cloth seemed to clot the flow. Iris climbed up beside me and sort of heaved me into position. A few minutes later and I found myself on my hands and knees, my butt stuck out provocatively for Leslie to inspect.
"I think it's a virgin ass hole Iris. That makes it just that much more desirable." Leslie was standing on the floor behind me and was molding my ass under her skillful fingers.
"You think you're such a man," I heard her saying. "All of us have a little strain of bi-sexuality in us. I'm going to show you yours."
I looked straight ahead of me unable to move, and saw her in the mirror. She had a jar of petroleum resting on the bed and was smearing the substance over the head of the dildo. It was reddish in color and a good nine inches long, though the width was nothing to speak of.
"Sit in front of him and spread your legs Iris. Give him something to do so he'll feel like he's participating also"
Iris did as she was told, propping her back up against the pillows and placing her open thighs directly below my face. Despite my pain I could feel my cock reacting to the sight and I found myself leaning forward for a better look at her pretty gash.
"Come on honey," Iris said, "let's pick up where we left off." I found myself forgetting my pain and the awkwardness of my position as my tongue once again began to explore the wetness between her downy lips. I was just beginning to get the musky taste of her pussy juice on my lips when I felt a pressure at my ass hole.
Iris grabbed my head and forced it down into her hairy nest, burying my nose in her tasty womb. The pressure continued until it became painful as Leslie inch by inch forced the fake prick into my ass hole until the stretched walls felt like they would rip.
I began bucking in an attempt to escape from the dildo, but a whip cut across my ass brought me back to reality. This bitch was not kidding around. She was going to castrate me one way or the other, and I had the terrible feeling that if I resisted that lash might end up slashing away at my balls. The thought was more than I could bear, so I decided to silently endure the rape and get even later.
I needed a distraction and there was Iris's cunt. I put my entire concentration into eating her out and found that it helped. My hands were useless as they were supporting my body, but I forced my tongue deep into the opening of her womb and felt her squirming on my oral staff like a fish on a hook. I pulled my tongue in and out rapidly, swallowing the salt taste in big gulps. Her ripe tits were heaving with her pleasure and the nipples stood out like hard red bullets.
I barely felt Leslie's ministrations until, with one mighty shove, she drove that prick all the way into my bowels and my insides felt like they were on fire. I threw myself forward trying to move out of it's path, ut the tool followed me unmercifully. I found myself with my head resting on Iris's round soft belly and my eyes were wet with humiliation.
"It will feel good darling. You'll see," I heard her murmuring. I found myself thinking about Dake and what I had done to him. He had enjoyed it after a while. Maybe, I thought, the pain would leave and pleasure would follow.
I buried my face in Iris's warm flesh like a terrified baby hiding from what scares it, and Leslie moved that prick in and out of my burning rectum like it was attached to her and she could feel every stroke.
The pain began to subside. I felt like I was going to shit. It was stuffing me to the gills and while it didn't feel like it belonged there it was actually beginning to feel good. I found my body moving in to meet the thrusts and I could see in the mirror that the entire staff was buried in me. All nine inches.
Leslie's face was pale and she was breathing hard through her open mouth. I could hear her gasping and there was a suspicious dampness between her ivory thighs.
"This is how you get off huh?" I grunted at her, amazed at the pleasure this woman was taking in being a man.
"Yeah," she laughed, "I like it as much as you do." She looked down meaningfully towards my cock and I saw with amazement that it was hard as stone. I hated that bitch!
"Lie on your side. Iris can catch it when you come," Leslie said, anxious to get everyone in on the action.
I did as I was told. As long as I had to I might as well get as much out of this as possible.
Leslie switched her position a little and Iris crawled along the bed until her mouth was level with my balls. Then she started sucking. She treated them like lemons, pulling the sacs into her mouth and licking them with her tongue. It felt great. I could feel the tension in my balls mounting and I sighed as the first tiny drop of gism forced it's way to the tip of my prick.
Leslie changed the rhythm skillfully, seeing that the end was coming. The vaseline had made the path slippery and she slid the dildo in easily and rapidly making my ass feel like it was about to burst into flame.
"God stop it," I screamed. "I'm going to shit all over you in a minute."
"Go ahead lover," she shouted as her own orgasm hit her, "shit this prick right out."
Iris's mouth opened wide to receive my cock and as Leslie sunk the plastic prick into me for the last time I spurted my come deep into her throat in a series of spasms that seemed to last for half an hour. I've never come more in my life.
Iris's face was red and she was gagging in an effort to get all that gritty fluid down her throat. I hardly noticed Leslie pulling the dildo out I was so fascinated by Iris's efforts. Then it was all over, like nothing had happened, and Leslie was gone again leaving the two of us alone in the room.
The only reminder of what had just happened was the bloodstained spread and the aching in my ass hole.
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
"There's sure a lot of crazy people in this world," I said. Who the hell needs all that perverted screwing. All I wanted was my wife, a reasonably normal woman, and a loving gentle one who didn't want to be a man.
Iris smiled dumbly. She had no idea that the crack was aimed at her too.
"See. That was a lot of fun," she said happily. "Leslie's really something else."
"That's putting it mildly," I answered. "By the way, where'd she go?"
"She's getting some coffee and stuff together I think. Anyway we don't need her now do we honey?"
I didn't need anyone. My body was one big aching pain and my head was seething with plans for revenge.
"Does Leslie's husband know about what goes on behind his back?" I questioned Iris.
"Of course he does. How could he help but know. He doesn't exactly like it, but he and Leslie haven't gotten on for years now and what he does when he's on his business trips is strictly his business."
"If they don't get on why don't they get divorced?"
"Leslie won't let him," she told me. "He's got ah the money and she figures that alimony won't come to as much as she's getting now. Anyway they almost never see each other. He's coming home tonight for the first time this month."
"Oh really," I said to myself. I decided to show the poor devil something he should have done years ago.
I grabbed Iris's arm and pulled her to the door. "Let's go join our charming hostess," I said. "Don't want to keep her waiting, now do we?"
Iris guided me through the maze of halls and rooms and after a five-mile hike we were in the kitchen.
Leslie was pouring coffee when we barged in. She smiled sweetly when we entered, not a bit surprised at our sudden appearance.
"Cream in your coffee or elsewhere?" she offered.
"Black thanks," I said and walked to the refrigerator.
"Hungry are you? I can understand that after all the exercise you've been through. Help yourself to anything you see."
"Thanks. I think I will," and moving quickly I grabbed her wrists powerfully in my hands and pulled her up to me.
"Okay Iris. You're going to do just what I tell you or your husband will catch a piece of information that I'm sure he'll find interesting."
I watched her face pale and knew I had hit on a sensitive point. Leslie wasn't struggling. I could feel her naked body tense in my arms, but she seemed to realize that the joke was over and the less said on her part the better.
"We're going to take a little walk into the living room now girls. You lead the way now Iris, and hold the doors open."
I half dragged Leslie's limp body across the room and wasn't too careful about how I got her through the door. By the time we got to the living room she was pretty banged up. The puffy blue bruises looking strange and unappealing on her pale white flesh.
I saw the telephone sitting on a coffee table and holding her wrists in one hand, I ripped it out of it's socket. With the phone still attached, I bound her wrists with the supple cord, pulling it into a hard painful knot that cut into the skin with every movement. Then I pushed her down on the couch.
"Go get the coffee honey," I said to Iris. I knew she wouldn't try to leave. Her reputation was at stake.
I made myself comfortable in an easy chair and casually watched my victim.
She was staring at me with eyes that burned fiercely with hate. I smiled at her and casually let my eyes wander over that lovely body. It no longer held any appeal to me. You can fuck anything once, but if you plan on coming back for seconds there's got to be more than just a good lay involved and that broad just wasn't a good conversationalist.
Her legs were clamped tight together like she had to pee and was trying to hold it in. I focused on that startling patch of dark hair that fit into such a neat triangle between her thighs. The cunt lips were a little swollen and protruded gently into pink flaps. I wanted to see them better.
Iris came in with the coffee and set the cups down on the table. She was about to sit down but I pinched her ass before it hit the chair. She jumped up smartly and stood at attention.
"Get the razor hon, and some shaving cream. Also a towel. You're about to operate."
Leslie's eyes opened wide and for the first time the look of hatred was covered with a stare of fear.
"You shouldn't play with fire unless you're ready to get burnt," I said interpreting her thoughts. "Do unto others, you know." I laughed viciously. It would be a long time before I'd forget the humiliation she'd put me through but I knew I'd sleep better nights after I did what I'd been planning.
"This has gone far enough," I heard Leslie say in a voice hardly above a whisper. "I'm not sure about what you're going to do, but my husband will be home in a few hours and the party will be over. I'd hate to see this become a matter for the police."
"Stop it baby. Just stop it. You got nothing to say from now on. I'm in control and I know all about your husband. If he does anything, it will be to thank me. And as for the police, ah they have to do is get a glimpse of your photo gallery and you'll be the one they'll question, not me."
Her face dropped about fifteen feet as my words hit home. She couldn't bluff her way out anymore and she knew it.
"What's the matter baby. Smile," I said. "Don't you remember, this is a party. We're going to have a bah."
Then Iris came in trailing a towel over her arm and a huge tit flopping in the shaving cream.
"You make a wonderful barber Iris. I'm sure you'll do a fine job. Just remember, if you make a mistake Leslie may lose her virgin clit."
I saw Leslie wince and once again her face froze over. The chick did have nerve and she was going to need it.
"Go on Iris. That's right. Just kneel down in front of the little lady and begin. Make it a close shave, 'cause I hate to kiss a woman with hairy lips."
Iris knelt to her task. She couldn't look Leslie in the face. I had a strong feeling that this was going to be the end of a beautiful friendship.
She squirted on the cream, covering the mound with the white gob and squeamishly picked up the blade. She gave me one last look of appeal, but I just nodded encouragingly at her and moved my chair up closer for a better view.
The blade came down and scraped it's way through the soap and along the sensitive skin. Leslie's body flinched instinctively away from the sharpness of the blade. It was the wrong thing for her to have done. A second later she gave a little cry of surprise and pain mingled, and I saw a trickle of red emerge to the surface and blend in with the shaving cream, turning it a delicate pink.
"Tut tut tut," I murmured. "You really must be more careful Iris, and Leslie, try not to move so much. It's just a suggestion but what else are friends for?"
Leslie's eyes were closed tight and I could see the mental effort she was making. She was going to keep her body rigid no matter what, and the pink shaving cream would only have made her nervous.
"Go on Iris," I said to the girl. Her hands were trembling and I thought for a minute that she was going to drop the razor right into Leslie's lap. That would never have done.
"Okay baby move over," I said to her and I got off the chair and took her place.
She handed me the razor obediently like a good little girl and backed away to the far end of the room. I could see her standing with her back to the wall. Her fists were clenched tightly and her large soft ass was shaking with her silent sobs.
I almost felt sorry for those two women, but not quite sorry enough. I was still feeling bad for myself. After all, it's not every day a man gets raped by a woman, and it's not the kind of experience you can easily slough off.
I could see every tendril of cunt hair on that soft exposed mound. My tongue inched out unconsciously as I licked my lips. It was a lovely sight. Each little clump of hair was sticky with a trickle of blood. I bent down slowly, feeling the soft hair brush across my face. My tongue dove in like a bird of prey and came up tasting of salty blood and musky cunt juices.
Leslie wriggled uncomfortably in her chair. She had just made up her mind to bear with dignity whatever I was going to inflict on her, and it was too much of a surprise for her to bear to feel my lips covering her vagina with a million slurping kisses.
I ran my finger slowly down the moist center of her cleft, feeling the tiny clit bud grow under my fingers, and then I knew I had her.
She wanted to be humiliated. Her head was thrown back and a look of ecstasy was all over her face. She was grinding her hips obscenely into the softness of the couch and her buttocks were sinking into the velvety material.
Keeping my hand on her cunt and playing gently with the red swollen lips was sending her into a frenzy of activity that I hadn't seen her show all day.
I was getting terribly excited myself watching her tits bob up and up with her heavy breathing, and I fastened my teeth hard and hungrily on the hard rosebud nipple.
"Oooh, God, not so hard," she gasped but her closed eyes told me how much she was enjoying it. I rammed three fingers deep into the purple depths of her pussy and twisted them hard into the yielding walls.
"Come on now, sit down hard on them bitch," I heard myself yelling. I felt her buttocks move down over my hand, and with a grip that could crack a walnut, her cunt closed over my inserted fingers and drew them in deeper. I could feel the heat of her body burning me up and my penis rose hard and pressed against my pants with an insistence that there was no answer to ... but to fuck!
"Oh baby, you are gonna get one good lay," I murmured. I felt the bulge in my pants with a sigh of satisfaction. It was really doing a great job, that prick of mine. I was losing track of the number of times it had fucked in the past few days.
"Screw me honey, screw me into the ground," Leslie moaned. See what a little pain and humiliation will do for a woman? It's like taming a shrew. You gotta let them know who the boss is.
I stood up and slipped my pants off. Leslie was staring at me with wide open eyes. Her tongue was dancing hungrily over her lips and I knew what she wanted in her mouth.
She had slid down pretty deep into the sofa. I climbed up onto it and straddled her body, my cock aimed straight at her mouth. Then I beckoned Iris over.
"You ream me a bit with your tongue honey. I don't want you to feel left out."
Leslie's mouth turned up in a smile. I cracked her hard across the lips with the back of my hand.
"You're forgetting again sweetheart," I murmured. "Now open your mouth."
I pushed my cock in hard between her lips, not waiting for her to brace herself. She gagged as it forced it's way down her throat. Then she started sucking. And she sucked good!
The first moan of pleasure came to my lips as her wet tongue traced patterns over my erect staff. I could feel my balls tingling with hot need and I thrust myself harder against her face.
Her breasts swelled with pleasure and begged me to squeeze them. I cupped one in each hand, barely covering the red fleshed nipples in my palms. They were soft and milky to the touch and molded easily under my probing fingers.
Iris was working on my behind like I had ordered, licking my ass hole with a gusto that I was sure she didn't really feel.
"Scrub it clean like a good girl," I told her, "and while you're back there you can play with my balls a bit too. Ball was always one of my favorite games."
Leslie's whole body had begun to quiver strangely and I knew that she was going to hit an orgasm in another minute. I pulled out of her mouth quickly and moved away, forcing Iris to the floor.
"Take a break sister," I said. "Iris and I are gonna put on a little show for you."
Her eyes bulged with disappointment and I smirked when I saw how wet and creamy her gash had become. She was so worked up she was almost ready to come by herself.
My prick was aching, it was so horny and I knew I had to get into something. I flipped Iris over on her belly and straddled her ass. Then I parted her cheeks and with a professional jab forced my way into the tight passage of her anus. She cried out once with the sharp pain, and flattened herself into the floor.
"I thought you'd be used to getting it up the ass by now," I told her. I was really in a vicious mood and just wanted to hurt those two women in a way I'd never forget.
Leslie's eyes were following everything I did. I saw them focus on Iris's ass and knew what she was wishing. She wanted that long hard prick to spread it's way through her ass hole instead of her friend's. To hell with pain, she wanted to get laid in the worst possible way.
The tight brown hole opened up like a flower as I pushed into her bowels and tiny drops of mucous and perspiration covered the rim. From where I was sitting I could smell the faint aroma of shit and knew I had caught her just before bathroom time. Then my prick sunk into something soft and yielding and she farted.
Leslie started to laugh hysterically and Iris burst into sobs. I ignored them both and kept pushing. It felt better than anything had ever felt before. It was like a soft mushy nest for my prick to rest in and each time I sunk it in, a loud volley of unfeminine farts would follow.
"You're a real pig honey," I said to Iris. I saw a blush spread all the way down her neck and onto her shoulders. Her ass was smeared with shit and the stench was becoming unbearable.
Anyway I was afraid I was going to come and that treat I was saving for Leslie.
I gave her a few last shoves. Her hole no longer fought back, but opened eagerly for me to enter. Just when she was beginning to push back into me I pulled out.
"You're full of shit baby. Go clean up." Then I walked over to Leslie. My prick was completely soiled and smelled as rank as any outhouse.
"Why don't we finish up what we left off doing?" I suggested pleasantly. Leslie's mouth widened in horror, and I put my cock right in.
"Arrrgh, yeccdh, stop that," she gasped, tears of distaste streaming from her eyes. "You're an animal. You're disgusting. You smell hideous."
"And I thought you liked me. I'm really hurt. Shut up and suck. If you don't like it dirty, lick it clean."
I forced her mouth wide open and dug my fingers into her cheeks. She was crying now in earnest, and Iris wasn't there to help her. The poor girl had run off to the bathroom and was sitting there with the door locked, hating me.
For some reason Leslie wasn't getting as excited about blowing me this time as she had before. Maybe it was the smell. But it sure felt good to me. My balls felt like they were ready to explode, but somehow I kept everything in check and let her work me over for a full ten minutes. Her cheeks puffed up and grew flat with the effort and several times I was afraid she was going to throw up. But she was made of pretty strong stuff and saw it through to the end.
I could barely breath. My breath was coming in jerking gasps that were actually painful, and my entire body was covered with a layer of sweat. Leslie's lips were covered with a brown smear that was definitely unattractive and her tears had dribbled all the way down to her breasts.
"Now you look like a woman," I said. And I withdrew myself from her mouth. For a long time we just looked at each other. She no longer glared at me with hatred. Her eyes were dull and glassy like she'd been drinking too much, and I knew that she'd do exactly as I said.
"You ready to get fucked?" I asked her politely. She nodded slowly and I smiled at her.
I slid her down to the end of the couch so that her ass was barely resting on it and her cunt was easily accessible. Then I lowered myself to a squat and parted the oozing lips with my fingers.
I slid in so easily I barely felt it enter. A second later my penis was buried in the soft mucous-lined walls of her pussy and I was swimming for dear life. The burning in my balls left me as I bathed my cock in the soothing waters, and I closed my eyes with the pleasure of it. God it felt good.
Leslie was moaning softly too, carefully entering the rhythm of my movements. I ran my fingers over her partly bald cunt and felt bad when they came away sticky with blood. Enough was enough.
I was going to come! It was at a breaking point and I was barely conscious of my own cries of pleasure. I could feel a drop of gism rise to the tip of my prick.
"Now, now, now, now," I shreiked and pulled out so fast it hurt. Holding my jerking rod in my hand, I aimed it at her face and let go with all the burning come I had stored up over the past hour. She didn't even know what hit her. Spasm after spasm of the gritty white fluid hit her face in a flood and all she could do was close her eyes in shock. I collapsed on the floor and looked up wearily to check out my handiwork.
There she was. That once proud woman, lying in a puddle of her own come, with a mixture of tears, sperm and shit smearing her face like make-up.
"That's a sight to warm any husband's heart," I said wearily, and rose to my feet.
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Before I left the room I made sure that Leslie was well secured to the sofa. I wanted her to be there when her husband got home. That was one picture I'm sorry I didn't take.
She was lying there stark naked, her lovely body slumped with exhaustion deep into the cushions. Her legs were spread wide apart and tied in that gross position with heavy cord. It gave anyone a perfect view of her open cunt still smeared with a combination of blood and her own horny juices.
Her face was deathly pale, her eyes closed tight. And it wasn't a pretty sight to see. Specks of sperm and shit covered her lips, nose and cheeks. She really looked like she'd been used.
I walked over to her and patted her gently on the head.
"So long kid," I murmured. "It's been a lot of fun but I don't think either of us want to go through it again."
She opened her eyes and looked at me. It was like she was looking through me without seeing me. Then she closed them again.
"Say good-bye to Iris for me," she said, and then she seemed to go to sleep. I put my hand on her wrist just to make sure she was ah right.
"Don't be stupid," she said. "I can take a joke!"
You couldn't help admiring her. She sure as hell had a lot of spirit. A little too much for any man to handle!
I left the room quickly and went in search of Iris. I found her where I'd thought she'd be, locked away in the bathroom.
"All right Iris, open the door," I said knocking several times loudly.
"What are you going to do?" I heard her whimper through the wood. "You gonna leave me alone?"
"It's all over baby. I wan to come in and get washed, then we're going home."
She almost sobbed with relief, and I heard the handle turn. Then I stepped inside.
She'd been standing by the sink washing up and a puddle of water was at her feet.
"Teeling better?" I asked her and smiled. Then I put my arm around her. I couldn't be mad anymore especially not at anyone so scared. Her face was covered with tears and she looked like death warmed over. I had a feeling that she'd learned something about game playing.
"What I always say is, if you can't take a joke, fuck ya."
She sort of smiled then. "Wash your face baby, and then make room for me. My wife is waiting."
She splashed some water on her face and stepped aside. In a minute I was cleaned up and the two of us were making our way to the room we had left our clothes in. I couldn't wait to get out of that house, but without Iris I'd have never found my way around.
We were dressed and out of there a few minutes later. I didn't go in to see Leslie before we left. I figured there was nothing left to say to her. Iris was too scared to even ask me what had happened.
I wasn't worried about what she'd tell her husband either. I knew that the last thing in the world she wanted was for him to find out about her relations with Leslie. And I wasn't about to tell my wife.
The whole trip back she sat on her side of the car and I sat on mine.
I didn't know exactly what I was going to do when I saw her husband, but I knew for certain that that was the last time we were going to play switchies together. My wife was for me and for me alone. That's the privilege I got for marrying her and I wasn't going to share it ever again. If she couldn't agree with me, well I knew we'd have to get divorced. And I loved her! For the first time I began to realize just how much.
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CHAPTER NINETEEN
I knew there was something wrong the minute I stepped into the house. It was just too quiet. Then I saw Allison huddled in a corner.
She jumped when she heard the door open and threw herself into my arms. When I finally got her sobs under control she told me what had happened.
Dave's niece had come over. She was a pretty good friend of Iris's, even if she was only sixteen years old, and she had had a fight with her parents. It seems like she had wanted someone to talk to, and Iris seemed like the right person.
Well she knocked on the door and Dave had answered it. He was pretty drunk at the time Allison said, and they hadn't been getting along very well all evening.
When he saw his niece his eyes lit up. She was just a kid, but growing fast. You know, at the age when breasts are just swollen buds and the virgin pussy is just beginning to get a coating of down. Well, as Allison hadn't been too yielding, he decided that here was better material to work with.
He told her to come in, that his wife wasn't home, but she could pour out her troubles to him. And she fell for it. Like a spider and a fly!
He handed her a drink and told her it would be good for her nerves. She drank it like a good little girl. I guess it made her feel grown up. Then he started to work her over.
He began with dirty language. He asked her if she had any boyfriends and when she giggled and blushed, he wanted to know what they had done together.
"Did they ever try to play with your tits?" He asked, and when she laughed, he moved over to her.
"Like this," and he put his hand over her breast. She turned red and tried to get away, but he continued.
"Did any of the boys take your bra off?" and he moved his hand around to her back and unsnapped the almost unneeded bra.
"Stop it uncle Dave," she said and drunk and confused, she fell on her back trying to get away.
Her legs flew in opposite directions and her skirt came up around her waist. He was afforded a perfect picture of her long tanned legs and her virgin cunt covered with a pair of tiny white panties.
Allison said she tried to stop it at that point. She went over to him and tried to pull him away, telling him that the girl was his niece, just a baby, and that he could get into a lot of trouble if he molested her. He pushed her away and when she continued to try and stop him he punched her in the face. She had a nasty black eye for a week after that.
Well Gay, that's the niece, started crying at that point. I guess she was pretty scared. It seems like that only served to increase his desire.
I could imagine the picture it made. Sixteen year old girls always appealed to me, and from what Allison said, this was an especially nice piece. But for Christ's sake, the guy was old enough to be her father.
When he saw those panties he flipped out. Gay was too drunk to do much to defend herself and the next thing she knew he had those panties down around her knees.
He buried his head in her cunt, and when she tried to get up he slapped her hard across the breasts. That seemed to quiet her down considerably.
He ate her for about ten minutes. Allison said she couldn't help watching, but I got an idea the whole thing sort of appealed to her.
He wasn't particularly gentle either. She said that he didn't spare his teeth any and that if it had been her she was sure she would have been screaming.
Well when his hunger was satisfied he made her stand up and take the rest of her clothes off. Then he looked at her for a while, making her pose for him in all kinds of freaky ways. Allison said that she had to bend over and hold her ankles for almost fifteen minutes, while the cradle robber examined her cunt and ass hole. I couldn't help wishing I'd been there, but that kind of rape's always ugly.
She said the girl was terrified and did everything he told her to do. She even got her first lesson in blow jobs, but she said that when it came time for her to lose her virginity, she panicked and started to fight back. Allison tried to help, but she said he was just too strong for both of them. He beat up my wife pretty badly, said all kinds of things to her about an unfair trade, and then turned all his attention to the naked bruised teenager lying on the floor.
A minute later and he was in her, and not all the screams and pleadings could help. She said he became just like an animal and really worked that poor girl over badly. By the time he was done she was just a mass of quivering flesh, and the whole lower part of her body was covered with blood.
Iris wasn't taking the story well. As a matter-of-fact she had fainted. I think she really liked her niece, and this was a new kind of image of her husband and was a little too much to take standing up.
I got her upstairs and was going to call a doctor, when I realized the telephone wires had been pulled out. Allison told me then, that he was afraid she would call the police, so he tore them all out of the wall. The guy must have really been drunk and frustrated out of his head.
Iris lay in bed with a wet towel on her head and Allison finished up the story.
She said it seemed like he hadn't had enough yet and wanted to get into the girl again. He kept asking her how she liked it and when all she did was sob he would laugh and tell her the second time was always better. Her clothes were all ripped up and crumpled so he grabbed one of Iris's coats and told her to put it on without anything underneath. Then he picked her up and carried her to his car. The last she saw of them, they were pulling out of the driveway.
Well I packed Allison up as fast as I could and the two of us left there in a hurry. I knew that sooner or later the police would be called in and I wanted to work things out first. After all Allison would have to explain her presence there.
Iris had come to before we left. She seemed like a changed woman. She told me she was going to go over to Gay's parents and tell them what had happened. Then, they would go to the police to find the girl and her husband, and whatever happened would happen. She never wanted to see her husband again.
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CHAPTER TWENTY
We almost flew out of that house as soon as we had packed. It had been like a nightmare that we wanted to push aside and never think of again. But you can make something good come of almost anything, and I decided that that was just what I was going to do.
The whole trip back Allison snuggled against me for warmth and comfort. Something she rarely ever did. I had a hard time not laughing each time I looked at her face. Her eye was the most peculiar shade of black and blue I had ever seen and her general manner was as woe-begone as that of a kitten who had fallen into a well.
"It's over now honey. Don't think about it anymore. I'll straighten everything out for us and we'll start again."
"What are we going to do Alex? The police will question me and I'll be so embarrassed. I can't live here anymore. I just can't."
"I've been thinking it over honey, and I've decided that the best thing in the world would be for us to move. How about San Francisco? We've got friends there and I'm sure I could get a job pretty easily. There's something about this community which no longer appeals to me. Too many secrets and frustrations I guess."
"Oh Alex, let's move. Let's move immediately. I want to forget all about this. We can start all over again like it should have been from the beginning."
I put my arm around her and let her cry on my shoulder. It made me feel strong and I knew that with Allison to protect I could do anything. We would be together from then on. I knew it and it made me happy.
I got her home and practically carried her into the house. When she was comfortable on the sofa I went to the bar and mixed us some drinks. Doubles.
Then I went to the phone and got in touch with Iris. I wanted to know exactly what was happening.
Iris answered. She sounded like she had been crying but she had pulled herself together enough to talk calmly.
"Dave and Gay have just been picked up. There's nothing for you to worry about. Her parents want this thing kept as quiet as possible. They're worried about Gay's future. They've decided to move and they're not charging Dave with anything."
I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Maybe it was kind of cowardly not to want to get involved, but I guess it's human nature to protect oneself and those you love.
"Listen Iris, I'm really sorry about everything that's happened over the week-end, but I guess it was necessary. Maybe we can see ourselves and each other the way we really are."
"I guess you're right but right now all I'm feeling is hurt and scared. I'm not going back to Dave ever again, and I've got another piece of news that you might find interesting. Leslie's husband enjoyed that little joke you played on his wife. He laughed all the way out of the house and to the lawyers. And the strangest thing is that she's feeling bad, I guess maybe she loved him ah along."
I hung up. The week-end was over but the aftermath was going to last a long time. All I wanted was to be alone with my wife.
I walked over to her and kissed her hard and long on the lips. Her response surprised me. Her arms went around my back and drew me down towards her, and her tongue drove it's way deep into my hungry mouth. I swallowed a mouthful of salty saliva, letting the taste of it trickle down my throat and run against my tonsils. A strange light-headedness passed over my body and I felt my head catch fire as I drove forward harder and tried to swallow her entire tongue into my hard-sucking lips.
Allison pulled on me, bringing me forward and over the couch so that a second later I found myself laying over her body, rubbing my excited penis into the wrinkled fabric of her slacks.
It felt good, pressing against my fly zipper, and I knew I was hung.
"Oh darling I want you so bad ... I've been waiting so long," Allison started saying in an incoherent way.
"Shut up honey, we're going to fuck now." Women gotta learn ... there's a time and a place for everything.
I found myself pushing her legs apart with my knees. It was almost an instinct I guess. One of her legs fell over the edge of the couch.
All I saw was an open and inviting cunt hidden by clothes. I placed a hot hand on her crotch and felt her move into me, swiveling her hips so that she could grind her wet little pussy hard against my palm.
Even through the cloth I could feel the bumpy ridges, the soft separation between those lightly haired cunt lips. I could almost taste the musky flavor I knew was breeding there between her legs. She was so hot a small patch of moisture had begun to form around her triangular patch.
Still kissing her hard, I rubbed my palm deep into the spread opening. She writhed under the pressure hungry for more. This was my woman, as hot for me as I was for her!
"Eat me Alex, please. I want to feel your tongue licking me all over. ALEX," she cried as I dug in particularly deep with my fingers. God she was horny!
I squatted back on my haunches, just looking down at her stretched out in front of me. One leg was thrown high over the back of the couch, the other dangled helplessly over the side. In the center was the honey-pot. Her small breasts peeked timidly up from beneath the flimsy blouse. I could see the outline of her nipples pressing ah the way through her bra and begging to be pinched. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open and her lips were wet where she had been licking them in anticipation.
"You're a pretty bitch," I said fondly, stroking her belly gently. Little ripples of excitement ran down her stomach like electric shock waves.
"Pick your ass up so I can take these pants off. Why do you wear them so ridiculously tight?"
She arched her back, leaving a space under her ass for me to work in. I reached my hands around back, unhooked the pants and let the zipper slide itself down her crack. The pants were so tight, the zipper couldn't help but move.
Then began the slow process of wriggling her out of her long-legged strait-jacket. Her hips moved so provocatively, the whole time I was tugging away at the legs, that I thought my prick would hemorrhage if I didn't let it free. I opened my fly and it popped out. Thank God I wasn't wearing underwear, or I would have exploded.
I yanked her legs high and wide in the air. With one last tug at the ankles they oozed off and left me with a full view of a dark-haired patch and a tantalizing crack that ran all the way from the end of her cunt to the very top of her ass hole. Her widely spread buttocks looked and felt like marble with a slight layer of perspiration covering the skin to make your fingers just glide over the rosy globes.
Her pink-brown asshole peered up at me winking and dimpling from embarrassment at being exposed. When Allison tried to clamp her legs closed I grabbed her by the ankles and pulled them further apart. No one was going to take that view away from me. I'd been waiting all my married years for a chance to see my wife so completely exposed, and she wasn't going to play at cock-teasing with me ever again.
I think she understood it because she didn't try to close her legs again. I saw a blush of color spread across her face and neck and realized that it was upsetting her to be seen that closely and intimately but it was a little late now for modesty. Too late for my wife anyway. You handle yours.
I ran my finger down the moist seam feeling the sticky white cream clinging to my skin. The lips spread slightly to let it pass through, but when I reached the hole her patience left her.
It seemed like her muscles just contracted. I could feel my finger being drawn in like a vacuum cleaner sucking up a pencil. Past the barrier it moved, and I felt the walls of her womb closing in on the pitifully inadequate digit.
The walls of her cunt were slimy with come stored up for years. And everywhere my finger explored grew wetter. I felt her grinding away at my finger, trying to hump it into satisfying herself. Only a cock could do that. And she'd just have to wait until I was ready to let her have some.
"Now! I want it now," she screamed at me. She rose to a sitting position and glared at me.
I slapped her hard across the face and watched her wince as my hand crashed down on her already battered face. I guess I was angry with her, maybe for ever having slept with Dave, and this was my way of getting it off my chest.
"Stop it," tears and blood mingling as they streamed down her face. "What did I say? Don't you want to sleep with me?"
I grabbed her by the hair and hoisted her to her feet. Then very deliberately, I aimed a blow at her concave belly, doubling her up in anguish.
I didn't speak. It was time for action. The taming of the shrew maybe.
I moved around her quickly before she could stand up. She was almost on her knees, her hands desperately clutching her stomach and little gagging noises coming out of her mouth.
I moved in quickly hoisting her ass up higher and digging my fingers hard into those twin rosy apples she sat on. Tugging them apart, her round pink bum hole opened up for my inspection.
The opening seemed so small ... about the size of a dime. It amazed me that a full grown cock could actually penetrate that tiny hard clasped barrier. But I knew it could and a little pain is good for the soul, so I set to work.
A good rape is always a pleasure for a woman I hear.
I spit on my fingers and rubbed the lubricant between the crack. She tried to right herself guessing at what came next, but a little pressure at the small of her back sent her back down to a semi-crouch.
Holding my swollen cock in my hand I readied myself. I smiled with anticipation.
My penis seemed to grow in my hand. I could feel the veins throbbing blood against my fingers and I rubbed it back and forth tentatively. My balls ached and the tip was red and ready.
I pushed my way in inch by inch. Allison was crying in earnest now, as I pushed my way deep into her bowels. It takes a while for the anus to stretch itself wide enough for a comfortable entry, and hers just hadn't been used enough.
"Stop fighting me," I ordered feeling the muscles of the anus tighten painfully around my prick. A particularly sharp jab, and she relaxed with a sob. I drove my way ah the way in, wallowing in the different textures and moistures a juicy ass hole provides.
My hands reached forward to cup her breasts and as the pressure mounted in my balls, I squeezed the bullet-like nipples sharply between my fingers.
"Oh God, I'm going to come. Let me in, in, in ... now ... aaagh," and it was over. Five or six jabs with each one a spurt of thick gruel-like come shooting into her ass hole and I was ready for a good night's sleep.
Allison was on the floor sobbing quietly. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. Lying on the bed together, I held her close, breathing in all the musky odors of two well-fucked bodies. Her tears left her and with a smile she fell asleep.
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CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Let's call this Allison's side of the story. My husband's had long enough to tell you his.
Things are different with us now. I mean they've got to be after all that's happened. Sometimes it amazes me that we're still together, but there's a bond between us now that wasn't there before.
I suppose if you go on the same nightmare with another person you're bound to understand each other. He finally discovered my needs and I discovered his fears.
I've got to be dominated. A gentle fuck no longer holds any pleasure for me. I want to feel like I'm being forced, so I can enjoy everything that's done to me without being self-conscious. And that suits Alex fine.
He's got to feel like a man. And he thinks a man should be strong. If he slaps me around a little he thinks he's won something. It's all a game, and I enjoy playing it. But there's another side to me now that he doesn't know, and I'm never going to tell him. Those slaps might become a little harder.
I've been seeing a lot of Iris. Ever since she and Dave broke up we've been close, and I mean very close friends.
Alex thinks that Iris has turned to me for comfort. I guess maybe he's right. But not the kind he thinks. She's lost her faith in men. She thinks they all suck and maybe they do, but it's so bad with her that she won't sleep with them anymore. She really did love Dave, and what he did to her niece really broke her up.
Well I went over there the first night because in our hurry to leave we had forgotten some of our clothes and stuff. I called first and she promised to be home, but I left a little early and she wasn't quite ready for company when I arrived.
I rang the bell once. Then again and again. Finally I heard her voice telling me to wait, she was coming. I lit a cigarette and waited. Finally she got to the door.
She had been bathing, because all she had on was a huge towel wrapped around her, and her hair was all wet and hung in loose strands on her face.
For some reason I started to strip her mentally, remembering the soft curves of her body when we had done that striptease together.
I could see her large breasts mashed and pressing against the tightness of the towel. The nipples standing out ever so slightly. And I pictured the brown-pink aureoles that circled them, like a rose petal that had been lying on the ground for a few days.
I remembered how soft her skin had been. Like velvet. And I wanted to run my fingers over the smoothness of it. I could almost feel the gentle curve of her belly, the softly swelling hips and the large round ass.
"Hello Allison. I'm sorry if I've kept you waiting, but as you can see, I've been taking a bath." I blushed realizing I'd been staring but had the presence of mind to return her kiss on the cheek.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you. I'm a little early I guess, but there wasn't any traffic on the road."
"Don't be silly. Come on in and make yourself at home while I slip something on."
I knew what I wanted suddenly, and began to play my cards. It was all right for Alex to be the agressor at home with me, but now I wanted to play out a new role with Iris.
"Don't be silly dear. Modesty between us is a little late in coming. I think I left my clothes in your bedroom. Why don't I just run upstairs and see if I can find them?"
"Oh, I put them away in my dresser. I'll come up with you and dig them out. You'll never be able to weed your way through those drawers."
She walked in front of me and I watched fascinated. Her ass was so full it seemed to bounce along like two floats on the ocean waves. It became hard for me to concentrate on the steps. I wanted to reach out and feel those fleshy globes, but I sensed that timing was very important and I didn't want to ruin my chances before I had a chance to begin.
We reached the top of the stairs and entered her bedroom. It was a room I had never seen before.
"Why didn't you used to sleep downstairs?" I asked wondering about the change.
"Well not that I'm sleeping alone, it seems sort of lonely using that big room for one person."
I told her I could understand that. "But surely you're not alone every night?" I quizzed her. "After what you've been used to, going without sex must be close to torture."
"I never want to see another man again. They're all pigs. They want more and more and never are satisfied. After what I've done for Dave, to think of his behavior." I saw the beginnings of tears forming in the corners of her eyes and changed the subject.
We talked for a while about Alex and my moving, saying that it would be sort of embarrassing to live in a neighborhood where in a short time people would be gossiping about my behavior.
"I know how you feel. I want to leave too but I've got nowhere to go. Since Dave and I broke up I've suddenly seen that I've got no friends of my own. The only people I ever saw were Dave's business acquaintances, and I never got on well with their wives."
"That's understandable," I laughed. "Seeing as you were sleeping with their husbands."
"I guess you're right. Somehow you're the only woman I feel at all close to. I don't understand it, but you seem stronger for the experience, and I feel much, much weaker."
"Everyone reacts differently to difficult situations," I said, meanwhile letting my eyes rove cautiously over her luscious full body.
"But don't be too sad, because I'm sure something will turn up," I added tenderly putting my arm around her shoulder.
She started to cry and sat down on the bed, not noticing my hand which had slyly slid down her shoulder until it rested lightly on one full breast.
I put both my arms around her and drew her in close to me. It was a strange feeling to hold another woman. I felt a kind of love for her, she seemed so soft and helpless. And I understood her in a way in which no man can ever understand another woman.
"Don't cry baby," I murmured comfortingly. I drew her in tighter, feeling her head rest deeply on my own chest. My heart was beating fast with tenderness and desire. I massaged her back softly, my fingers feeling every sob that shook her body.
I knew the time had come. Gently I pushed her back. She lay there on the bed, eyes open and staring at me. Begging me to be her new man.
"I won't hurt you darling," I told her, and kissed her deeply on her open anxious lips. I tasted the saltiness of her spit and a chill ran through my body. My hands caressed her face softly, patting the stray strands of hair back into place.
I sat up slowly. It was like having a deer come in from the forest. Hungry but untrusting. I unwrapped the towel slowly from her still damp body, rolling her body from side to side until I was able to pull it off. I clung to her like a lover and I knew how it felt.
She was like a little girl ... sad and hurt, with all the harshness drained from her head, leaving her confused and innocent. She no longer knew how to face the world. I would be her new protector!
I sighed when I saw her stretched out in front of me. She was a banquet of curves, everything looking good enough to eat. And she didn't speak, she just stared in wonder and as my hand started to rove over her breasts, a smile of happiness flashed across her face. I knew I had won.
I explored her slowly pushing my palms against the bottom of her huge breasts and feeling the weight jiggle in my hands. Two fingers reached out for a nipple. A lovely red bubble of hardness, that molded like hot clay to the touch.
She moaned. Softly like an animal not wanting to be discovered, and her legs seemed to spread by themselves. Then I found out what she had been using as a substitute for cock in Dave's absence.
Unconsciously she was twiddling away at her own cunt. Her fingers moved expertly along the cleft, picking up golden drops of moisture as they roamed. She pushed aside the thick red lips, letting them tremble between her fingers, and a cry of pleasure escaped from her lips.
I could feel my own cunt go hot with desire, knowing the pleasure she was giving herself. I was half jealous that it was her fingers and not my own that were causing her pussy to burn with wet heat.
Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back. I continued to squeeze her ruby nipples, not willing to disturb in any way the pattern of pleasure she was setting for herself. I watched fascinated as her two fingers probed their way up the cleft and grabbed onto the slick red clit, the pleasure center.
Now she groaned as though in pain. Her eyes opened wide and stared at me without seeing as wave after wave of excitement passed through her body. From her pussy up.
Her fingers moved rapidly. They rubbed and rolled that sweet morsel of flesh so quickly that I could almost imagine a fire of bright red flame shooting up from her bush.
I dug my hands deep into her belly, feeling the muscles convulse under the pressure, and my mouth closed down on her taut nipple.
She was coming. I knew it. I felt it in her belly. In the way her nipple rose to meet the pressure of my hands. She was tossing about like an epileptic, her hand practically hidden in the folds of her cunt as she strove to drain all the pleasure she could out of that dripping box. I knew it, I felt it, and I wanted to taste it.
As her belly began to heave I pushed her hands away and spread her legs far apart. She offered no resistance, as though she knew and wanted what was going to happen next.
Starting at her navel, my tongue licked it's way all the way down her belly rolling over the velvet curves and then burying itself in the denseness of her pubic hair. I could feel the hair on my tongue and between my teeth. The odor of another woman rose to my nostrils and I felt my own breath coming in hot gasping pants.
I drove my tongue deep into the crack, anxious to taste the source of that delicious salty odor. A film of cream coated my tongue, filling my mouth with a pleasant almost fishy kind of taste.
Her legs locked my head into place and with her thighs she strove to pull my face further and further into her womb. I worked on her like a madman.
My hands grabbed big hunks of her soft thigh flesh and my oral organ bit and tore passionately at her vagina. She was moaning the usual combination of pleasure and pain. I felt my own hips grinding into the bed following the rhythm established by her bouncing ass.
Tremors started running through her body. With her hands tightly clutching my hair, she came ... in torrents. Like she had been saving all that come up just for me. I gobbled down all that she offered and my thirsty tongue dove in for more. With a last panting kiss on her belly, just above the hair line, I stood up.
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CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
"Where did you say my clothes were darling?" I asked Iris. She just lay there and stared at me, realization of what had happened finally had dawned on her.
I walked over to her and pushed her hot straggly hair back from her forehead. "It's too late to be upset honey. And anyway it was so nice."
She pushed herself up to a sitting position, leaning on her elbow.
"Can you sleep over tonight?" she asked, pleading in her voice. I'm afraid I laughed. My victory was so complete I found it hard to believe. She was sick and tired of sleeping alone at night and during the day. And here I was. Just begging for the job of lover and protector.
"I'll call my husband. I'll tell him you're all upset and I'm afraid to leave you alone. How does that sound sweetheart?" I moved next to her and started fondling her large, somewhat pendulous breasts.
"Let's go wash up. I'll call Alex and get him to take us out to dinner. I've got an idea that I think you'll like. But we may have to work it out slowly."
Iris smiled at me slowly and lovingly. "Whatever you say Allison."
We went out to dinner, the three of us, that night. Alex agreed that I should sleep over with Iris. She couldn't be left alone any longer. When I suggested that perhaps she stay over at our place for a few days, he gave me a funny look but agreed.
I honestly believe that after all the fucking that went on that week-end Alex has decided to remain faithful to me. I am touched, but a little disappointed. The same events which served to stimulate me have somehow terrified my husband.
Well, compromises are easy things to work out. Iris moved into our house a few days later. It was agreed that when we moved to San Francisco she would follow as soon as I wired her that we had found an apartment for her. Alex wasn't ready to accept her as a permanent house guest.
Her husband Dave, was in serious trouble. He had somehow managed to avoid a court scene as a result of his raping his niece. But the government had finally become suspicious about his bookkeeping, and it looked like a jail sentence was coming up for him because of taxes. I didn't care one way or the other but I felt bad for Iris. She really loved the pig!
The first few days Iris spent at our house went smoothly enough. Most of our time was used up in shopping, movies and other harmless occupations. Alex was playing deaf and dumb.
He had never liked Iris, and only felt sorry for her, and he just couldn't understand my sudden interest in a woman he believed I should hate.
Alex had some business to take care of in town during the middle of the week. He had been home with us most of the time since his working for Dave had stopped, and I have to admit it was sort of a pleasure having him out of the way for a while. It had been driving me crazy having to look at Iris every day over the breakfast table and know that those huge rosy breasts might as well be somewhere in the Himalayas.
I'm not saying Alex wasn't great in bed, but variety is the spice of life.
Alex came over to the sink where I was washing up the breakfast dishes and grabbed me around the waist. I felt his strong arms pick me high up off the floor and he planted a huge wet kiss on the back of my neck. I felt like we were in a T.V. commercial, it was so loving and typical of the kind of home life television tends to portray.
Well, I kissed him back with as much passion as I could muster up. He obviously didn't think it was enough because he slapped me hard on the rump and then told me to try again. He played his masculine role well, and I knew Iris was watching him with ill-disguised hatred. I smiled to myself and kissed him back.
I really did love him, and I sort of like being pushed around. It makes me feel free to hate. As soon as the door closed I turned my attention to Iris. Someone soft, for me to get my way with.
She rose when she saw me coming and a smile played around her full lips. Her head fell back as my face met hers and I searched out the wet cavern of her mouth with an inquisitive tongue.
I could feel the hard painful ridges of her teeth and the velvet like softness of her moist snake-like tongue. Shivers of pleasure tickled up my spine.
My tongue roamed, bored with the exploration of only her mouth. I wanted to taste her skin. To let my saliva coat her entire body.
I licked her chin, happy with the roundness of her jawbone. Then I followed the path up and along the side of her cheek, feeling the sharp point of her cheekbone. Iris was roaming quietly and revolving her head in such a manner as to make my wet tongue cover as much of her face as possible.
I pulled her in tight and felt the press of her breasts on my breasts, her hips grinding hard and painfully into mine. My hands reached behind her and grabbed huge chunks of her ass, molding them into shape as easily as if they were clay.
She rubbed her pelvic bone into my belly, anxious to still the hunger in her aching pussy. I wished for a second that I had a cock, but then realized that the only reason this woman was with me was because I didn't.
I licked her nose, her eyes and eyebrows, ever her forehead, covering her entire face with my spittle. By this time we had sunk to the kitchen floor, our knees rubbing painfully against the linoleum tiles.
I forced her backwards, pushing gently on her shoulders. She was only wearing a bathrobe, not having had time to dress yet, and the material fell loosely away, leaving the top of one round creamy breast openly exposed.
As quick as a snake my tongue darted down her neck and pounced on the fleshy rise in excitement. The odor of perspiration and a good perfume filtered up to me and I found the scents exciting.
I pretended I was an animal, snuffling around another animal. The only way I could decide if I liked her or not would be by the way she smelled.
I poked my nose into the bare tit, letting the tip of my nose rub pleasantly against the pink-brown swollen nipple. I breathed in deeply.
Iris giggled at the game. I bit her angrily on the neck. She continued laughing, with tears in her eyes.
I felt little shivers of excitement course through her belly and let my hand rest lightly on her stomach, feeling the vibrations through the terry cloth of her robe.
My fingers slid inside and then my head followed. It was like being in a dark warm cave. Barely enough air to breathe and only your senses of smell and touch to use.
My hands reached up to fondle her breasts, lingering over the hardened stiff tips, and I let my head rest on the soft pillow of her belly. I could just make out the faint smell of cunt, a kind of musky, mildly fishy odor. I felt my tongue stretch out, anxious to taste. I was like a man dying of thirst in the desert who suddenly smelled water. "Pour it down my throat," I wished to myself.
I moved my hands down from her breasts and thrust them quickly between her thighs. Her legs spread as though by magic. The center was already wet and waiting. It's nice to feel wanted.
Down, down, down, my head went, bending ever closer to that sweet source of delight. Short cries of excitement, almost fear, came from Iris's lips. She seemed to be a little worried because she couldn't see what I was doing. It was like playing doctor.
Then I reached it. My tongue drove gratefully against the soggy walls, running over the bumpy crevices and dancing over the burning hot clit. I lost all sense of where I was, who I was.
Somehow I was a little girl again, sitting on my father's lap and all excited about tasting coffee for the first time. The extra sweet, very hot fluid hit my lips and burned it's way down my throat, leaving a delightful taste of thick sweetness as it passed. My father held me tight, bouncing me up and down, up and down. I could feel his knee press against my little hairless cunt, and it felt good.
"Give me more coffee," I cried and sank my face deeper between her warm sweaty cunt lips. Her pelvis arched high in the air, pushing hard against my face. I floated.
I felt her body freeze suddenly, and my own head stopped it's bobbing. I heard a sound and then a large hard hand came down heavily on my ass. Someone grabbed me by the ankles and I felt myself being pulled out from the cover of her robe.
"This is what you do when my back is turned huh bitch?" Alex said, his face red with rage. He slapped me across the face once, twice, and again. I didn't move, couldn't move. I was really scared.
Then I heard Iris sobbing quietly. I wanted her to be safe. These were the two people I loved most in the world. Why couldn't I have them both, and at the same time?
I peeled my clothes off slowly, just watching Alex's face. He didn't move, just watched me like he was hypnotized as they dropped one by one to the floor. Then I held out my arms to him, welcoming him in.
He came to me slowly, unsure of himself. His head rested on my breast and I rocked him like a baby, gently and comforting, like the ocean.
My arms were around his back, then his ass. I rubbed him like a masseuse, taking all the tension out of his muscles. Iris lay on the floor watching.
"Lie down Alex," I ordered gently. He obeyed like a child. Then I told Iris to undress him.
I sat down on a chair and watched. Iris, still terrified of men, could not be afraid of Alex. He lay passively on the floor, raising his buttocks to help her when she wanted to slide his pants down over his hips.
"Now take off your robe baby," I said gently to Iris. Then I stared at them, taking in their two naked forms.
I could still taste the sweetness of Iris's cunt juice on my tongue. I wanted more, but I wanted Alex to be included. I got up off the chair and knelt on my knees in front of Iris.
"Fuck me up the ass Alex, please," I asked him, knowing he would do it. "And you Iris, come lie down in front of me, and let me eat you up."
I began once again to work over the red wet meat of her cunt conscious of Alex's eyes staring at the two of us. I knew it was exciting him and wasn't surprised when a minute later I felt his hardened prick begin to pound away at my back door.
It was entirely painless, that entry. My tight brown ass hole stretched open cooperatively, encircling his rod with an eagerness that surprised even me.
I buried my moans in Iris's vagina, slurping at the thick lips, and digging my fingers into her soft round ass. I was happy, really happy. This was the way a family should be.
A little later, when I felt Alex begin to pump his burning sperm up my bowels and Iris clamped her legs passionately around my head, I found myself crying from happiness.
We came together in a torrent of twisting writhing flesh, unconscious of anything but the throbbing rhythm of our bodily needs.
"So this is love," Alex said as his sperm trickled out of my ass hole in a thin brown stream. I nodded happily.
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CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Iris stayed on with us till the end of the month. Then we moved to California.
We were never happier. Either when we three were together, or when it was just Alex and me. We didn't need anyone else, and because of that we made friends easily. People wanted to come over to our house because of the atmosphere of love and happiness that just seemed to glow from us.
On the day we moved about thirty people were over to help us, some of the women even crying, and everyone asked for our new address. I felt like a little girl, the most popular little girl on the block.
Iris stayed behind, waiting to hear from us. We had decided, Alex and I, that it would be better if we two lived together and Iris had a place of her own. Married couples need privacy to stay married. That's why mothers-in-law who live with their children often take the love right out of the marriage.
All my needs were taken care of. I had a man I was proud of for a husband. And I really looked forward to bedtime. And if I felt the need for something different, a little change from the usual pace of things, I turned to Iris who loved me like a sister.
The next few days were hectic. It's hard to start completely fresh, and it's also a challenge. It took us about a week to get our new home in Cahfornia looking like anything. Then Alex set out to find a job. A nice safe job this time, with no freaky or dishonest boss to get him in trouble.
A month later we called Iris. We had found an apartment for' her. Near enough to us for ah of us to get together whenever we felt the urge. And far away enough for ah of us to lead our own lives undisturbed.
Needless to say she came out as soon as she could. We were still the only people she felt safe with, and being alone without us hadn't been easy for her.
It's years later now, and things are still the same. Alex is at work today and I've been feeling a little lonesome. Any minute now I'm expecting the bell to ring. It's Iris's turn to come over and be my lover.
