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Womb Service- (Womb.txt)- An enterprising fellow with a big dick
finds a way to make a stay at the Tinkle Creek Hotel memorable. M/F
MM/F, M/FF, swap- full service.
Womb Service
Outside noises were muffled. Even the construction down the
block was only a murmur. It wasn't as if the walls were paper thin.
Still, the screams and rhythmic thumping from the next room was loud
in the Wilson's.
"I just hope someone isn't being murdered over there," Mary said.
Ken knew better than that. Mary did too, but she was too polite
to say anything aloud about things like that. Someone was getting
fucked like they had never heard anyone be fucked before.
"I bet there's newly-weds over there playing with their new toy,"
Ken said, a bit more to the point.
"Well, I don't want to sit here and listen," Mary said. "Can't we
do something until they get tired out?"
"You mean like making our own bedsprings squeak?" Ken asked
hopefully.
"I meant like going out and seeing what there is to do around
here," Mary answered.
And that meant finding some place where she could slake her
gathering urge by shopping. More useless trophies to prove she was the
queen of quaint, the mistress of procurement.
If he was a good boy, didn't grouse about her spending or make
remarks about the usefulness of her purchases, Ken might get laid that
night. Overhearing the sex next door had her edgy. All he had to do was
leave her mood undisturbed until she deemed the time right for an
intimate encounter.
They stopped at the desk on their way out of the hotel to get
suggestions. The desk was manned by a big-breasted girl who looked
like any number of child-faced blondes that were popular at the moment.
Ken had his own fantasy of sending Mary off and going back to the room
with this girl and making the bed bounce.
"Brad always suggests the Winterbottom Spa," she told Mary. "They
have a pamper package many of our guests have found delightful."
Ken was a little surprised that Mary could be deflected from her
main purpose in life so easily. The sounds from next door must have
affected her more than he thought.
She went happily off to check out what pampering was available
and Ken went back to the room. He had stripped down and was about to
relieve his tension in the shower with soap, the slut, when the phone
buzzed.
"Yes?" he answered.
"Front desk," said a man's voice, "We're sending up the welcome
package. Thank you for choosing the Tinkle Creek Hotel."
Bath salts and cheap wine was all he needed, Ken groused, looking
for a towel to wrap around him so he could answer the door. He had a
job to do and he wanted to get it done before Mary came back.
There was a knock. Ken opened the door and suddenly felt
overdressed in his towel. She was holding a basket all right, but it
was the only thing shielding her naked body from his gaze.
"Welcome to the Tinkle Creek Hotel," she said. "May I come in?"
He stepped aside to let her pass. He wasn't sure what was going
on here, but he was too busy taking in the naked charms of the desk
girl he had ogled before. Her tits were every bit as big as they looked
when she was dressed.
"No fair cheating," she said as he turned to close the door.
She tugged at his towel and then they were both naked. They were
two naked people in a hotel room. Ken's mind raced ahead to the
implication and he felt his cock begin to stir.
"We have an assortment of lubes and jellies for you," she said,
"This is cherry flavor and heats when you blow on it. This is astro-
glide for those tight places..."
His cock was waving erect as she pointed out the gifts in her
basket. She looked up, or rather down, and saw his hard cock. Her tone
changed.
"Your wife is being massaged. She'll be another hour at least,"
she said invitingly, "Can you think of something we can do to fill the
time?"
"How much?" Ken asked.
"Free, gratis, no charge. I should be offended, but I know how
it looks. I guess no one else really cares for their guests like we do,"
she said, and then softened her tone, "I know what you were thinking when
you stared at me downstairs. I was thinking the same thing. Now let's act
on that fantasy."
She carried the basket in and set it on the dresser. Then she
stood with her feet spread and her hand on her cocked hip.
"Am I going to tell you what to do or are you going to tell me?"
she asked.
"Is Mary- my wife- umm... What kind of massage is she getting?"
he stammered the question.
"Will it really be long enough? Yes. Will they sexually satisfy
her? If she wants. I hope you're concerned because you feel you're
cheating because that's so sweet," she told him with a sappy smile.
Well, he was going to beat off any way. And Mary was being taken
care of. What was the difference- really, what was the big deal if he
beat off inside this girl instead of in his hand? It wasn't a hard
sell.
"I want you on the bed on your back with your knees up and your
legs spread," he said through the lump in his throat.
"Ooooooo," she purred, "I like a man that's explicit about what
he wants."
She sat down on the bed and pushed herself back in several hops
until she could lay back with her head on the pillow. She pulled her
knees up and then set her feet on the covers spread wide apart.
"Now am I for display purposes or are you going to do something
with me?" she prompted Ken into action.
He crawled up the bed between her legs, still unsure what he was
going to do. Was she ready for him to climb over her and start right in
fucking or should he lick her cunt first? Better to err on the side of
caution, he thought. She could drag him up by the hair if she wanted him
in her right away.
"Oh my," she gasped, "I love a man whose first move with a strange
pussy is to give it head."
Then she grabbed him by the ears and pulled him up.
"But I got so hot walking down the hall thinking of your big dick
inside me that I don't need the preliminaries," she said.
She was something inside. Lubricated is probably the best word. It
didn't feel exactly natural, but Ken wasn't pausing to assess the source.
He slid right into her and started to fuck her.
"Oh my, you are everything I thought," she said, "You're so big and
you know how to use that big dick."
She sounded sincere, at least to the extent of her acting ability.
It didn't ring quite true, but that didn't make it grate on Ken's ears. It
was nice to hear that kind of praise even if it was made up.
"It's just that you're so tight and warm," Ken said, meaning it.
"You're beautiful and so sexy."
"Then show me and fuck me hard," she urged.
Ken wasn't going to question the dream. He shut up and gave her his
best effort. She wanted it hard? He'd make the bedsprings squeak like he
had heard from the couple next door.
She wasn't as loud as the neighbors as he pounded into her, but she
did urge him on and encouraged him to "fuck me good." After his initial
show of concern for her pleasure, Ken reverted to seeking only his own.
There was a nagging in his head that told him to hurry that added
to the call from his balls for the same quick completion. Ken didn't have
any trouble satisfying either urge. He pumped her faster and faster.
"Oh Jeeze- I'm going to cum!" he announced.
"That's right. Cum for me. Shoot me full of your hot gunk. Fill me
up and make it run out all over. Do it. Cum for me," she urged in a
stream of words that affected Ken as if she was squeezing his balls.
He regretted his rush to climax shortly after he had emptied his
balls into the desk clerk. It was over. It was great while it lasted, but
now he wished it had lasted a little longer. She was a hottie and he
didn't want to be done.
Reality seeped back in the form of creeping guilt. The big-titted
blonde beauty was suddenly dangerous to have laying naked on the bed.
Particularly since he was laying between her legs with his dick still
inside her.
"Oh gosh," he gasped as he rolled off her, "You've got to go. I've
got to.. um.. take a shower."
"Relax. Not that I'm complaining, but it only took you about two
minutes to get off," the girl said. "We have a lot of time. Even if your
wife came home early, Brad wouldn't let her get down here while I'm
still here."
So they were in it together. Whatever it was they were in. Ken
tried to think rationally for a minute. There was no reason for his
panic. He had been pretty pleased with the prospect when she walked in
the room. She hadn't done anything but let him fuck her.
He still had a lot of questions. The girl responded to the
questioning look on his face.
"Calm down. By the way, I'm Jenny," she said.
It was nice to know her name at least, but Ken still had questions.
"This is a service of our hotel, and this time I'm glad. I really
wanted to fuck you when I checked you in. Your wife is being pampered
like every woman dreams of at the spa, so you don't have to worry about
her coming back too soon," she soothed.
That was all well and good, but there was still a naked woman- a
naked woman with her legs spread, showing her dripping cunt- on the bed.
Ken was nervous. Dreams didn't come true for him.
"If you'd like to step out later, Brad will provide a welcome for
Mrs. Wilson as well," she said.
That would work, Ken's fevered mind told him. If Mary had her own
affair to hide, she wouldn't be interested in his own transgression. But
it wouldn't work- his mind reversed itself. Mary would never let a
strange man take liberties with her.
"Brad is very persuasive with the ladies," Jenny answered his
doubt. "And your wife is in for a treat because Brad is an excellent
lover."
Her eyes were glowing as she thought of the desk manager. Ken had
no doubt that this Brad had fucked Jenny bow-legged. Suddenly his mind
was worrying about his own hair-trigger performance with Jenny.
"I... I'm a better lover than just now," Ken blurted. "You just
seemed so eager and you are enough to make a guy blow a wad in his
pants."
It fell a bit short of romantic, but Jenny thought it was cute. At
least he wasn't trying to be all macho with her like some of the guests.
"I believe you," she said. "And if I'm free when Brad welcomes your
wife, maybe you can show me your stuff. But that isn't the only service
the hotel provides."
Ken didn't have time to suspect a sales pitch. He was still reeling
from her offer to fuck him again.
"I understand the Morgans in the room next door were quite
enthusiastic earlier," she went on. "It's almost like you know them a
little bit. I mention that because they have registered with our other
service. We help match couples that would like to get to know other
couples in an intimate setting."
"You mean like swappers?" Ken gasped.
Jenny looked right, left and then down at her naked body. She
looked back up at Ken.
"Don't play innocent with me," she scolded. "You're not above
fucking another woman. Besides, what did you think it meant in the
brochure when it said: romantic adventures in our intimate setting?"
"Mary will never go for it," Ken said.
Jenny laughed. It made her breasts dance invitingly.
"It always amuses me how little men know about their wives," she
laughed. "You wait and see what happens. I think Mrs. Wilson will
surprise you- especially after she's met Brad."
She was still laying naked on the bed and cum was dripping all over
the covers. Ken was torn between jumping on her and dragging her off the
bed so he could hide the bedclothes. He didn't know what to do. He sat
down in surrender.
"I'm so confused," he complained. "This isn't going like I thought
it would at all. I don't know what to do."
"Well, I don't think getting all excited and trying to fuck me
again is a good idea," Jenny vetoed one of his impulses. "That might
be cutting it a little close and you don't seem ready for that kind of
pressure."
Ken didn't hear the chiding in her speech. He was hanging on her
words as if they were prophecy. She finally pushed herself up and slid off
the bed. Ken's eyes fixed on the wet spot she left in the middle of the
bed. He'd have to destroy the evidence.
He was distracted by his thoughts when she came over and plopped
down on his lap. She swung around so she was sitting side-saddle and
put an arm around his shoulders.
"But I don't think it would hurt if we were to get to know each
other a little better," she said. "It'll give you something to think
about until we can get together again."
Those tits were right there under his face. Her soft little butt was
pressing down on his cock. Then she tipped his face up and kissed him.
Ken stopped thinking and brought a hand up to weigh one of her tits while
he kissed her back.
God yes he'd fuck her again if he got the chance. And he'd take his
time and kiss her all over and fuck her slow and make sure she came over
and over and, and, and... He was full of lustful purpose as they made out
in the chair.
"There," she said, hopping off his lap and pulling the coverlet off
the bed. "I'll send housekeeping down with a new quilt and you think about
me until we meet again."
As soon as the door closed, Ken began to doubt his sanity. Had it
really happened at all or had he hit his head in the shower? It felt real,
but things like that didn't really happen. Did they?
He had just stepped out of the shower to answer the knock when
the housekeeper stepped into the room. She looked at him, her gaze
dropped to his crotch and she smiled and walked by. When he was dry
enough to walk out of the bathroom, she was gone and a new cover was on
the bed.
He tried not to look too guilty when Mary came back to the room,
but it was wasted exercise. Mary was nervous enough for both of them.
"How was the spa?" he asked and Mary split open like an over-ripe
watermelon and spilled her guts.
"I didn't mean to.. I mean I knew I shouldn't... I knew it was
wrong," she spluttered, "But I did. Please forgive me. I love you. Can
you forgive me?"
She was too hysterical to cry, but she was breathing like she was
sobbing as he took her in his arms and held her.
"Of course I can forgive you. I love you too. But what did you do?"
Ken asked.
It seemed like it was easier for her to confess when she could look
over his shoulder instead of into his eyes. She still started slow.
"It was a beautiful place with trees inside and everything," she
began. "And the people were so nice and... gorgeous. I said I'd heard
about their pamper package and I wanted to know more about it. They said
they'd treat me from head to toe in luxury and would I want a man or a
woman for my treatment. So, of course, I didn't want a man playing around
with me and I said a woman."
Mary took a deep breath there. Ken could guess the rest, but he
made Mary confess the whole thing. She was just getting to the good part.
"She did... everything," Mary said with a tremor in her voice.
"I've never- never, ever been that kind of woman, but... but I couldn't
help myself. I was laying there in a facial mask with cucumbers on my eyes
and I felt her touching me. I should have stopped her. It felt funny
right from the start. I should have said no, but I waited. And then...
and then she did it to me."
Ken was reassessing the cause of his wife's trembling. Certainly
she was in an emotional state, but was it all fear or was there some
excitement causing the commotion in his arms?
"She did what?" he prompted.
"Do I have to tell you?" she asked and then answered herself, "I
guess I do. I'm sorry. I let her touch me. I let her touch me like I've
never let anyone but you touch me. And she made me cum. I know it's wrong!
Can you forgive me? Please forgive me."
"I forgive you," Ken said to quiet the rush of her words, "I can
see how something like that would sneak up on you. It's all right. I can
understand how you could be taken advantage of."
Mary slumped in his arms. Ken wisely didn't offer his own confession
about what had happened in their room. And Mary held back the rest of her
story.
She didn't explain that she had trapped the woman's pleasuring
fingers between her thighs and gladly accepted her kisses. She didn't
confess how they had lain breast pressed to breast on the table and kissed
like lovers. And she omitted how the woman had used her mouth.
"We're on vacation, dear," Ken said in the midst of her memories.
"You don't have to feel bad about wanting to do something special."
Mary only heard his soothing tone and wasn't listening to his words.
Ken was wasting his breath trying to plant the idea that they might take
other partners. Mary was thinking what would have happened if she had
chosen a male masseuse at the spa.
"Will you be okay if I go down to the desk for a while?" Ken asked.
"You look like you could use some rest. And I'll see what else there is to
do around here."
He was stepping out like Jenny had told him. Perhaps he was a bit
too eager to see her again. Mary would be ripe with regret and ready to
fuck him after her confession. But Jenny... He loved Mary, but Jenny...
"I'm here!" he said cheerily as he approached her. "Mary's alone
in our room."
"Very good, sir," she said, looking past him at another couple
walking through the lobby. "I will inform Brad."
Ken felt a big let-down. He understood, but in his mind he had
expected them to start right in a steamy embrace. He sat dejectedly near
the desk and started to look half-heartedly through the pile of magazines
on the table.
He saw Brad walk to the hallway and off toward their room. He was
relieved to see Brad wasn't naked. His thoughts were interrupted by a
loud 'pssst' from the desk.
He looked up and saw Jenny point several times to a corner of the
lobby behind the desk. There was a Scandinavian fireplace there and a
curved, bow-top window beyond. In front of the fireplace was a low couch
and several piles of pillows.
If it hadn't been in the open end of a lobby, it would have made a
cozy nest for them. Just like his timing, it was only off a little.
"Go wait over there," Jenny said in a stern stage whisper.
It seemed pointless, but Ken did as he was bid. He took off his
shoes and lay back on the satin-covered day bed. He wondered what was
happening back in the room between Mary and Brad.
At the moment, Brad and Mary were sitting next to each other on
the bed. Mary was having lustful thoughts, already falling into Brad's
web, but they were both still fully clothed. Brad presented the program
in exactly the reverse order as Jenny.
He had introduced the swapping list first, having found that wives
liked the direct, but not physical information first. He made it sound
like a franchise option that he was required to tell her about. He had
moved to the privacy areas of the hotel and the clothing optional policies.
He handed her her complimentary vibrator and was smoothly offering
her any service she might require during her stay. He was romantically
holding her hand and covering it with his other as he let his eyes tell
her his real desire and his lips let slip that it would be some time
before Ken returned.
Ken was roused from his inaccurate but highly imaginative ideas
about what Brad and Mary were doing by the shadow of Jenny standing over
him. She was grinning down at him.
"You look good enough to eat," she said.
"I'd like to eat you back," Ken said, "Where are we going to do
that?"
"Oh, I can't leave while Brad is busy," Jenny said. "We're going to
have to stay here."
It was beginning to seem more real to Ken. Disappointment was
familiar. For all he knew Brad was putting the blocks to Mary and he
was going to nap on a couch with a hard-on.
"Jeeze, can't we go in the office or something? Just for a couple
of minutes?" Ken wheedled.
"Why? It's much more comfortable out here," Jenny said and began
to undo the buttons of her blouse. "Don't you think the fireplace is
romantic?"
"But what if people walk in?" Ken was startled.
"Oh, I'll have to go take care of them, but we can go right back
to what we were doing," Jenny said and then her eyebrows went up and she
smiled again, "You mean they'll see us. Sure, but that's okay. Isn't it
okay with you?"
Jenny's blouse was on the floor and her skirt joined it. Ken
looked straight at the slight mound in the crotch of her yellow panties
as she paused, waiting for his answer.
What the hell, he thought. I don't know these people and there's no
reason to be ashamed of fucking a great looking girl like Jenny. Mary
isn't going to see me because she's probably squealing like a pig with
Brad.
"Well, I don't normally, but I guess that's no reason not to do
it now," Ken said and started pulling off his own clothes.
Jenny was nude in an instant and she opened his pants while he was
taking off his shirt. He lifted his butt off the sofa to pull down his
pants and Jenny pulled his underwear right down with them.
To tell the truth, it didn't seem strange at all to be naked in
the lobby of a hotel. Having the chance to make good on all the
fantasies he had had about Jenny kept his fears away.
"You said something about eating me?" he said to the woman kneeling
at his feet.
"You said something about eating me back?" Jenny rejoindered as she
got to her feet.
Somebody was going to sit on somebody else's face and it looked
like Jenny was going to be the sitter and Ken was going to be the sitee.
He swung his legs back onto the daybed and lay back for her to mount.
His cock had swollen to almost full size but it lay helpless on
his belly as Jenny swung her leg over his head and climbed on the sofa.
He wished his cock was standing up like a lighthouse but his worries
about his presentation got lost in seeing Jenny's cunt descending toward
his face.
It was even prettier close up than it had been across the room.
And it was much more inviting not dripping his cum like it had been
earlier. Jenny arranged herself by feeling for his chin with her slit
and then bent down. Her twat pushed back and opened for him.
Ken was no champion cunt licker. He didn't even like to do it much,
but that was because he didn't feel like he knew what he was doing. He'd
been told as much, bluntly, and even Mary gently pulled him away when he
tried and had him use his fingers to arouse her while he kissed her
mouth or her tits.
But it was what Jenny wanted, no, was demanding. He could feel her
breath on his cock, but it seemed like she was waiting for him to start
on her before she started on him. Ken took a deep breath and pushed his
face into her crotch.
Mary was playing the game by conventional rules. Obvious as it may
have been that Brad was seducing her, she ignored the signs since no
improper word had been uttered. He was, perhaps, a bit overfriendly, but
he wasn't pushy.
She made her own move in the subliminal chess game when she took her
hand back from Brad and let it drop, accidentally it seemed, onto his
thigh. She shuddered a bit when her fingers brushed an impossibly large
bulge in his trousers. Her fate was decided in that instant. It was going
to be difficult to keep up the pretense now.
She asked him how his family adjusted to living in the remote, but
growing area. The switch to personal conversation was a jump. Brad
relieved her of the next few meaningless exchanges. He covered her hand
again and moved it directly onto his growing cock.
Mary surrendered. Brad pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard.
Mary went limp and kissed back. Now he would unwrap her. He'd praise her
beauty and pay gentle homage as he stripped her naked. He would take off
his shirt so she could feel his firm muscles as he kissed her flesh, but
he would wait to show her his cock.
That unveiling would be the sign that they were going to have sex.
She had until his huge cock appeared to change her mind. That didn't
happen very often to Brad.
Mary was not bowled over by fits of passion. Hers was a calmer
consideration of her actions. It was scandalous to lie on the bed she
would share with Ken in the arms of another man. It was wrong, but she
could not deny her desire. It was a once-in-a-lifetime encounter.
She knew she would allow it and think about consequences later. She
felt that it would be worth it. She was sure it would be worth it. She
hoped it would be worth it.
Then Brad made her naked and answered her prayers. He kissed lightly
at her navel and his tongue trailed down...
Her feet shot in the air at the fluttering touch of his tongue. Yes!
A man that knew women! Not monotonous dog lapping or mole-like burrowing,
'Where the bee sucks, there suck I' Gentle proboscis lapping dew from the
flower. This was worth any consequence!
"Yow!" Jenny protested, "I didn't spill syrup on it, did I?"
Ken pulled away chagrined. He began to mutter an apology.
"Shut up and listen," she said sternly and then could not suppress a
giggle, "I'll tell you how I like it and then I'll show you."
Her playful tone gave Ken hope. His fear that he wasn't going to
get laid at all receded and he listened to her instructions.
"Just stick your tongue out and come up until it touches," she said,
"Now explore- close your eyes and try to draw my pussy in your mind using
your tongue to scout the terrain."
Ken did exactly as he was told. He had to give her delicate inner
lips extra attention, especially where they grew bolder near the top
of her slit to fix their exact formation in his mind.
"Ummmm," Jenny purred. "That's better. Now you can explore a little
further- inside even, but go slow and remember to only probe as much as
you can visualize."
Ken felt like a beginner, but an eager beginner. He was grateful
that some woman, at last, was telling him what she wanted rather than
scolding him for not knowing.
"Now we move on to the mutual part," Jenny said. "I'm going to suck
your cock just like I want you to eat my pussy. Go slow when I go slow and
fast when I go fast. When I suck you down, go ahead and shove that tongue
inside me as far as you want."
Ken's cock jerked from just the description of what Jenny intended
to do. He had no trouble following her instructions. She sent her
tongue-tip swiping back and forth on the underside of his shaft like he
had licked her labia. She kissed around the head and Ken kissed
desperately at her slit. His cock rose from his belly and Jenny let it
pierce her lips and moved her half-opened mouth around on his knob.
Ken had no trouble mimicking her actions. It seemed to come
naturally when he was only responding to Jenny's mouth work. He didn't
have to plunge into the mystery without a clue. He just transferred what
Jenny was doing to his prick. Ken was proud of himself.
Mary was screaming. The crouching tiger of her sexuality jumped up
to control her. It was liberated by the knowing tongue that now battered
her clitoris and launched her into orgasm. She screamed aloud because the
tiger controlled her.
There was no Mary riding herd on her impulses. There was no doubting
'what will people think' in her mind. Even Ken was reduced to the loser in
a comparison of oral skills.
Then Brad pushed himself up and she saw the hard bar of cock that
still awaited her. The world could wait. She would deal with its scorn and
banishment after she had experienced that magnificent hunk of male meat.
"Just do that more! Please do it more!" Jenny was gasping as Ken
fucked his tongue into her twat. "I'll help you."
He didn't mind that she had abandoned his cock. It was exciting to
hear her beg for more and know he was driving her wild with his tongue.
He wiggled it inside her as he plunged it in and out of her. He could
feel her fingers against his chin as she rubbed her clit furiously while
he tongue-fucked her.
"Oh God!" she grunted and banged her butt back into Ken's face to
fuck herself on his tongue as she came.
Somehow he knew it was time to kiss gently again. Jenny shuddered
a few times and then pushed up to loom over him.
"Now, do you want me on top or how do you want it?" she asked.
Ken's reply was interrupted by someone clearing their throat at the
desk. Jenny smiled at him and then hopped off. She stepped quickly to the
desk to greet the guest.
"May I help you?" Jenny said brightly.
"I'll have what that guy is having, but I guess I'll have to wait
my turn," the man said.
"I'll put it on your breakfast menu and you can order it later,"
Jenny said.
Ken felt like he was on another planet. It was unreal. He had no
reference point to deal with his emotions. This guy had, in all
likelihood, watched him get Jenny off. That was one thing. And now he
was boldly propositioning her right in front of him. And she sounded like
she was accepting. Those were two more related things.
He couldn't be jealous of Jenny. He had no right. Then how could he
be angry that some other guy wanted her? Well, territory, but that wasn't
a good answer. And how did he feel performing for this guy? Well, pretty
damn proud of himself, if he remembered his recent emotions correctly.
They were answers, but Ken still felt like he had been transported
to another world. The real one certainly didn't operate this way.
Fortunately, the man's request was simple and Jenny returned to
relieve him of the task of thinking. His erection had flagged in the
interim and she knelt beside the low couch to fix it.
"You like it just as well solo, don't you," she smiled before she
leaned over to suck his cock into her mouth.
He liked it so much he had learned to show his appreciation. He
stroked her back and came around to gently weigh her tits as she bobbed
on his cock. He teased her nipples into straining erections, always
returning to caress the nape of her neck and run his fingers through her
hair.
He didn't kibitz, pull or push. He stroked the head that was giving
him so much pleasure lightly, for sensation not guidance.
"So, me on top or what?" Jenny asked.
"Let's start there," Ken said provocatively.
He liked the feeling of being served. He liked the feeling of being
the stiff peg she could use for her pleasure. He liked the fact that
he hardly ever could cum in that position. He wanted to be good for Jenny
this time.
Mary wanted to touch it. She wanted to assure herself it was real.
She wanted to put her mouth on it. Brad patiently let her touch and lick
his cock without trying to force her. He sensed that Mary had issues
with fellatio- at least with a prick his size.
Then she wanted it. She lay back with her legs up and wide like
wings welcoming him and begged him to put it in her. Brad needed little
urging. He liked that first exploration most of all. They were almost
always tight around his large cock and he lived for the look of amazement
and joy on their faces when they felt him inside them for the first time.
Mary's bliss beamed from her face as Brad forced her open
impossibly, wonderfully wide. It was a joyful discomfort like a bellyache
from eating too much candy. And he went on as if he'd never stop- past
the point any man had ever reached before.
The tiger showed in her eyes as she felt him finally, incredibly
settle his belly against hers. Brad's skin prickled at the wildness he
saw in her eyes. She was a hungry animal and Brad sensed that he could
batter her, bludgeon her with his huge cock and she would still subdue
him and emerge victorious.
She would not scream in surrender and concede her pleasure to him.
She would shout out in triumph as she took her pleasure from his labor
and claim his emissions as her right of conquest.
Jenny's conquest of Ken's cock was the reverse of the events in
the Wilson's room. Ken stroked her, touched her, urged her on, but Jenny
could see she was failing to compel his passion.
His cock was a hot throb inside her and Jenny knew she could not
ride on it much longer. She could not ride it without...
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Please!" Jenny begged as her hips doubled their frenzy
on the hard cock inside her.
Neither of them knew what she begged for. Jenny wanted more. Her
climax buzzed through her body in a series of shivers. She wanted the
explosion but didn't know what to ask for.
She had lit the fire and Ken was not about to let it burn down.
Jenny's little thrill left her still on his cock and Ken needed more. He
tried to thrust up into her, but it wasn't enough.
He threw his arm over her and tried to roll her underneath him. The
narrow day bed was not made for two. They tipped and thumped over onto
the pillows on the floor.
"Now I'll show you what kind of lover I am," Ken told Jenny and
fucked her.
A series of hard thrusts settled him and Ken began to fuck her with
long, slow strokes. The world was getting dreamy on him again.
"You're so beautiful. I can't believe I'm doing this," Ken said.
"You are and you're doing wonderfully," Jenny reassured him. "You
are a much better lover than you showed our first time."
Ken believed her. Even if he didn't believe her, he believed her.
He wanted this hot little chick to think of him as a great fuck. He tried
to bring her along, increasing his strokes a little then backing off
to see how excited she was.
When her hips urged him back to speed, he knew she was ready for a
little more. They kissed and writhed. He fucked deep and shallow, fast
and slow. And then she was pulling at him, wrapping her legs around him and
he made her cum.
Jenny made sighing cries. Mary shouted just the way Brad expected.
Her heels beat- not tapped, but beat against his thighs to make him
pound his cock farther toward her womb. Her body jerked and her fingers
made ridges in his back as she demanded more.
Her hips flew up at him and he felt her vaginal muscles grab him
as intensely as the rest of her body. She won! Brad could restrain himself
no longer. He jammed hard and like a jackhammer into her as his balls
released their honey and his cock fired it into Mary.
"Now I'll show you what kind of animal I am," Ken tried to gasp
confidently.
Her contractions had taken him by surprise. Certainly it was the
goal of his fucking, but he was concentrating so hard on his technique
that its success startled him. He could barely withstand his shock to
hold back going off into Jenny.
His control would return in a moment. It would come back faster if
his cock was not still buried in her hot cunt. He pulled away from her
with some difficulty to let that happen.
"I want you up on your knees," he told Jenny.
"You're not going to fuck me in the ass, are you?" Jenny asked.
"You know fantasies are nice, but it really does take a lot of lube to
make anal sex work. If you want to do that, I've got to go get something
to lube us up."
The ass? Anal sex? She was willing to give up her ass just like
that? Ken's head swam. What an exciting possibility. But he wanted to
fuck now. He had the feeling he was going to drip out on the floor if he
didn't get his cock back into Jenny.
"No, I just want to do you doggy-style," Ken said.
Jenny obligingly got onto her knees and pushed her ass up in the
air for him. He grabbed her hips and put his cock back into heaven.
"You like fucking like a dog?" Jenny asked salaciously.
"I like available butt taking my cock- all my cock. I like fucking
cunt- just cunt and being selfish about it," Ken titillated her and then
growled.
Her reference to anal sex had another benefit beyond putting evil
ideas in Ken's head. He found the distraction had given him back more
control than he thought he had left. He felt almost fresh as he slid his
cock into her and pulled all the way back to ram back again against the
nice tight cheeks of her ass.
He was going to work up to it. He was going to have him the orgasm
of his life into this kneeling big-titted blonde. He was going to watch
his cock disappear between the cheeks of her butt and then go off like
he'd never gone off before.
Brad was the master. Even as he saw the realization of what she had
done cloud the smug smile of satisfaction, he was helping Mary to her
feet. He shushed her protest with a finger to her lips and wrapped her
in a robe.
Mary was still in a daze as he led her out of the room. She didn't
even notice that he was still naked with that long cock swinging against
his thigh. She clutched the robe closed as he led her down the hall.
At the end, he turned her to him and gave her the speech of
reassurance. That was what the hotel was for. Desire was guiltless. She
could come to terms with her urges without being a bad person. She was
no different that anyone else. Why deny herself? Seize the day!
Then he walked her into the lobby and let her see Ken kneeling
behind Jenny, ramming his cock furiously into her rear.
It was tried and true. If they were going to rip each other up, it
was better to get it over with. Cold wars between spouses were a waste
for both. Better a hot explosion and let them get on with separate lives.
More often it was a catharsis, an epiphany. They loved each other.
Stray sex could not uproot real love. And it didn't hurt to make the wife
real guilty before she had to confront the facts.
Mary stood open-mouthed. Ken was beyond noticing there were others
in the room. He was on the brink. He rammed tight against Jenny's rear
and humped into her as he shot off his long-delayed load.
He was about to ask Jenny if that was better when he heard the thin
sound of two hands clapping. He didn't know what to say when he saw the
naked Brad and the robed Mary standing in the lobby. Mary rescued him.
"Do I look like I have any right to point the finger at you?" she
asked, pulling open her robe to reveal her naked, just-fucked body.
Now the question was if Mary still wanted him after having the huge
cock he saw hanging between Brad's legs. One look at her face answered
his question. She loved him. He understood. Jenny was a beauty and a
great fuck, but Mary was his wife.
"Are you really not mad?" Ken asked when they were back in their
room.
"I'm confused, but I'm not mad," Mary said, "I don't know how to
feel. You looked so confident and masterful when you were fucking that
girl. I felt like you had been holding out on me."
She looked down at her bare feet.
"Then I thought about what I thought about when that Brad person
was here and I was ashamed of myself," she said.
"What were you thinking?" Ken asked.
"Promise you won't be mad?" Mary pleaded.
"Maybe we better sit down," Ken suggested.
They sat on the bed touching from hip to knee. Mary stared at the
wall and explained.
"He had such a big one," Mary started hesitantly, "I thought he
would give me something I've been missing."
She struggled for words and Ken put his arm around her to comfort
her.
"It's not that I don't love you, but..." Mary stumbled over the
words, "I always thought sex would be something more."
"And it's not your fault, I know," she added quickly, "I'm as much
to blame for never letting go. It's just that.. that.. the other men I
was with before you were such beasts. I loved you because you could be
gentle and caring. But then it wasn't enough."
Ken began to stroke her arm. Mary had refused to talk about anyone
she had known before him before this confession.
"I can't blame you. I don't blame you. I was afraid you would turn
into one of those animals if I asked for more," she said. "I was hoping...
hoping somehow... magically, you would just become the perfect lover."
"What can I do to make it better for you?" Ken asked.
"I don't know. That's the problem," Mary said. "But Brad was firm
and gentle at the same time. He was aggressive but he was always concerned
about how I was reacting."
Ken kissed his wife. They were both in a highly charged emotional
state and the loving kiss quickly became a lustful kiss. They were
rebuilding the foundation of their relationship. Their trepidation
quickly turned to a need to reassure each other of their love.
They fell back together on the bed and began to make love.
"Her eyes got like saucers when she saw what I was going to stick
in her," Brad was telling Jenny in the office. "I thought she was going
to freak, but no, she jumped on it and rode me like a bronco-buster. I
tell you she hasn't had a good poke in a long time."
"I don't know," Jenny defended Ken, "Her husband was pretty good.
And he wasn't shy at all when I went to his room."
"Then maybe they're better with others than with each other," Brad
said. "Maybe putting their names on the list is the best thing that's
happened to their marriage."
"I know one couple that's going to be ecstatic," Jenny said, "Mrs.
Morgan has been positively drooling over the Wilsons, although I'm not
sure if it's Mr. or Mrs."
"Maybe they'll invite us and we can find out," Brad laughed.
Neither Mary nor Ken needed a lot of foreplay. The released tension
from their emotional confessions sent them diving into each other's
mouths and their kiss kindled a heat they hadn't felt since their
honeymoon.
If he had been thinking, Ken would have been pleasantly surprised
by the strength of his passion. He was barely 20 minutes from kneeling
behind Jenny on the lobby floor and now he was straining with a desire
to fuck Mary. She was not forbidding.
Rather than get into position for Ken to enter Mary, the couple
writhed their way across the bed until Ken was between Mary's legs. As
their kisses and touches moved them more, Ken slid naturally into his
wife.
"Go on!" Mary gasped as she broke the kiss for air, "Let loose
with me. Give it to me."
It was better than kiss and make up. Ken let his passion loose.
He didn't bounce up to pound his cock in and out of Mary. He gripped
her more firmly, one arm under her arm and over her other shoulder and
the other around her waist. He squeezed her against him as he pressed
his pelvis into the soft arch between her thighs and made his cock
drive the farthest into her.
He pressed as if he could force his hips inside her as they
continued to squirm on the bed. Mary ground back at him, lost in her own
relieved passion as they came to the emotional accord.
He was holding her much too tightly. He was demanding far too
much of her pussy. The pressure of his pubic bone against her clit
bordered on pain. And Mary didn't want it to stop.
He was just what she wished for- power without (an excessive
amount of) pain, domination without fear, control without crushing her
spirit. She responded to his incessant boring against her and her
response emboldened Ken.
"I want you, baby," he said between a gasp and a grunt, "I want
You. I don't care who you fuck as long as you come back to me."
"I don't know," Mary gasped back, "If we can fuck like this, I
don't know if I need another man."
A little one went off for Mary. She felt the cold shiver like
icewater down her spine and then the bath of warm honey as Ken's
passionate attack on her cunt drove her into the excess state. It wasn't
enough. She needed gut-wrenching climax. She wanted one like the one
Brad had sent her screaming into when he unleashed the beast inside her.
"Fuck me now!" she shouted out the word. "Take me like you've got
a pair. Make me do it. Make me cum!"
It wasn't a choice for Ken. Mary's feet found purchase on the bed
and she threatened to toss him off if he didn't comply with her demands.
He pushed himself off of her with his elbows where he could better track
the gyrations of her hips.
Firm and positive he had plenty of. He chased her oscillating hips
as drove into her in the rhythm of her dance. He could follow her lead
better than he could lead himself. And he had plenty of stamina after
the work-out with Jenny.
"Oh! please do it, please!" Mary pleaded as the waves beat closer
and closer and she could no longer move for him.
It was instinct. It was a long forgotten truth. Ken banged her
as she lay helpless in her passion. He knew what the animal wanted and
he fed it as Mary screeched beneath him.
Her hands clamped like claws and her whole body shook as she
stopped him.
"No more," she exhaled, "I can't take any more."
Ken came. He had been a stroke- two- from cumming when she held
him still. It would not wait. He was poised motionless over her and his
cock was spitting out his seed inside her.
Her passion, her admission of defeat, the pure coziness of her
sheath, they all mixed and swirled in Ken's mind as his cum poured out.
It was unlike any orgasm he had before. He felt elevated above the scene.
He felt he had omniscient view. For once he knew what was happening
while he was cumming.
Mary looked sad. She was biting her lower lip.
"What's the matter," Ken asked.
"Wasted time," Mary said on the verge of tears, "If only I could
have let you know what I wanted..."
"The past is over," Ken said, "Let's be happy we found it out."
The world focused a little clearer in the morning- no adrenaline
tunnel vision, no emotional hyperbole, no guilty bargaining. They had
both been with other people and then they had fucked.
It was stranger in the light of day. But there remained the fact
that they had both been caught up in an experience bigger than both of
them that neither of them could control. They had tapped the root of
passion and they knew what it was to give in to its power.
It made them a little uneasy. It was a new concept.
"Did you want to say anything last night while I was running my
mouth?" Mary asked carefully. "About how it's been for you?"
"I think you covered it pretty well," Ken answered cautiously.
"Then you do think it's all my fault?" Mary grew agitated.
"Only that you wouldn't let me, tell me what you wanted," Ken
said, "I was frustrated that you never wanted to fuck me. I guess I was
afraid to ask you why. I thought it was normal."
"I guess that's better than hitting me until I gave in," Mary
sighed and then got that serious look, "We must promise to talk about it
when something is bothering us."
Ken nodded.
"I'm serious," Mary pouted, "Who else should we talk to about such
things? We should share everything."
"I know. I agree. But you know how these things go. It's easy when
we're in a mood like this, but then we get busy, hurried and... it just
gets hard," Ken said.
"We have to at least try," Mary was beginning to whine. "Maybe it
will be easier to remember after last night."
Well, that was a point. Ken wasn't sure exactly what was going on
last night, but it wouldn't be hard to remember how it felt.
"Maybe we won't have to remember last night," Ken grinned, "Maybe
we'll keep having new memories to remember."
His thoughts of the night before made him glance over at the
basket Jenny had left in the room. He remembered her talking of
lubrication for tight places. He got up and looked in the basket.
"What's that?" Mary asked as he came over wiggling a bottle.
"New memories in a bottle," Ken grinned and tossed it to her.
"Lubrication?" Mary questioned and then read the label. "What does
this ambiguous language mean? What's this for?"
"Tight places," Ken quoted Jenny.
Mary's head snapped up. A look of recognition was in her eyes. She
opened her mouth to retort and stopped. She swallowed twice and looked
up at him with puppy eyes.
"If you want to try that, then I will," she said.
It was far from an excited response, eager to test new waters.
"Now don't get that way," Ken said. "It's not that I want to try it.
I do, but what I want is for US to try it. You have to give it a chance
and then we'll decide together."
"Ohmigod!" Mary spouted.
"What?" Ken asked.
"Did we sign up for some kind of swappers list last night?" Mary
suddenly remembered.
Ken sat on the bed, the Astroglide forgotten. His free spirit had
pulled back a bit from the excesses of the night before.
"I don't think we have to," Ken said.
They didn't see Jenny until after lunch. She waved them over as they
walked through the lobby.
"The Morgans have been trying to get in touch with you all day,"
she said. "They're positively frantic to have you over for drinks."
"Just drinks?" Mary asked.
"That's right, you are new, aren't you?" Jenny said, "Drinks is a
part of the etiquette. That way people can meet and look each other over.
You're not supposed to jump on each other right away, although it
happens, but it kind of ruins the whole thing. The whole point is to
smile and walk off and then talk about the other couple. You know, do
you find him/her attractive, I want to fuck her, do you want to fuck him-
that kind of stuff. If you're both happy, then you can set up a time to
'get to know each other better' as they say. That way, if you don't like
someone you don't have to say it to their faces and hurt their feelings."
"And if we do decide to, you know, get to know them..." Mary was
cut off.
"After that it's fair game. You decide among yourselves if it's
open or private and what the limits every one does," Jenny interrupted.
Ken and Mary had talked more about anal sex than they had about
swapping, and that was Ken telling the driver in front of them to sitck
it up his ass. They had ignored the question hoping it would never arise.
Now they sat in their room like it was a death row cell, dreading
the call that would force the decision on them.
"They're the ones we heard going at it yesterday," Ken offered.
"Do you really want to do it?" Mary asked.
"I don't know what you're asking," Ken said. "Are you asking me to
say I don't because you don't want to or are you hoping I will?"
"I'm scared silly of the idea," Mary said, "But I'm not sure that's
the same as not wanting to."
"It's scary, but that makes sense," Ken said. "I do know that I
don't care if you want to. I know I'll still love you. But I don't know
if I want to."
"So what does that mean?" Mary asked.
"Let's wait and see what happens. Jenny said we could talk about it
after we meet the Morgans," Ken said.
The phone rang on cue.
Bill Morgan was a fleshy fellow with thick hands. He wasn't what you
would call fat. He was square like a block of stone. Muriel Morgan was
a bit younger than Bill, but still older than either Ken or Mary, probably
in her mid 30's. She had been a topless dancer and promised to show
them a few dancer's moves- 'later'.
They were attractive enough, but what the Wilsons noticed most was
a kind of energy that seemed to flow from them. Muriel moved like water
and Bill was almost as spry despite his build.
They were also direct and open with Ken and Mary.
"There's no question on our side. Muriel's been drooling since she
saw you check in," Bill said.
"So it's up to you two," Muriel said, "But don't feel bad if you
decide to say no. We're old hands at this and we understand. Been there
before and know that sometimes it doesn't click. The guy could be Arnold
Scwartznegger with a 12-inch dick and have every other woman in the world
leaving puddles when they walk and he just doesn't do it for you. Lord
knows we won't be offended either way. Horny if you say no, but that
just means you'll be hearing from us on the bedspring telegraph."
Muriel laughed at her own joke.
Mary liked her. She had a way of putting people at their ease. She
secretly hoped Ken would like her too. She thought Muriel would be
good for him. She felt drawn to her herself.
Bill was different. She was vaguely afraid of him. He seemed so
mysterious and she didn't know what he might be like in bed. He had an
intensity that frightened and intrigued her at the same time.
But she'd fuck him if Ken wanted to fuck Muriel.
"Pretend we're not married," Mary said, "Would you fuck her if she
called you backstage after a show?"
"I don't think I could stop her from raping me," Ken said.
"So is that a strong yes?" Mary asked.
"You want to try, don't you?" Ken said.
"I want to see Muriel eat you alive," Mary snickered. "That's the
truth. I'm turned on by the idea of her ravishing my poor, helpless
husband."
"Enough to let Bill fuck you?" Ken asked.
"I did think about him," Mary admitted. "But not as much as I
thought about Muriel and you. But what can you tell? I won't know until
I try. He might be better than Brad."
She threw out that name just to check for any chink in Ken's
profession of neutrality. Instead she saw a glint in his eye.
"Well, it could be interesting, you have to admit that," he said.
His mind filled with images of Bill twisting Mary into 130 of
Vatsyayana's positions from the Kama Sutra. It could be interesting
indeed. His wife was one up on him, having seen him with Jenny. He was
intrigued by the thought of seeing her with another man. It would be a
perspective he could never have when he had his own cock in her.
"Do we call them?" Mary asked.
"Better to ask when we want to do this getting to know better
thing," Ken said.
It was early for an orgy. That was what Bill said on the phone.
They would go to dinner first and then... They knew what then.
Muriel was unable to restrain herself at dinner. Her hands were busy
under the table in the laps of their guests. Ken had no doubt who was
responsible for the reoccuring touches along his thigh that slid up to
explore his cock. At first Mary thought Bill was playing with her thigh.
They both were being fondled by their hostess, who kept most of
her irrepressible energy below the tablecloth. Once during dinner she did
make some point about men being visual and peeled back a part of her wrap
to expose a breast. She followed that with an immediate grope of Ken's
crotch to see what effect that had on him.
Bill revealed himself as a watcher in the proceedings. He used his
eyes rather than his hands to probe the new playmates. He watched both
Muriel's glee and the reaction in their faces as his wife's hands were
busy below the table.
They were all a bit flushed, and not from the wine, as they hurried
back to the hotel.
"We realized after you left that we hadn't talked about the
arrangement," Bill said as he drove. "Since you're new. Muriel and I
thought you'd want everything carefully explained."
"Arrangement?" Mary asked, "You mean like how we do it?"
"Yes honey," Muriel said. "Like how we do it. What kinds of things
you like. What you do and what you don't do. And most important as we
drive in the lot of the hotel, do we do it together or in our own rooms."
"What's the point of doing it in our own rooms?" Mary asked.
"I think she means you and Bill in one and Muriel and me in the
other," Ken put in.
"I still say what's the point," Mary said, "I know I want to see
Ken and Muriel together."
"You have just made Bill a happy man," Muriel smiled. "He likes to
watch too. Any objections to using our room? We have all the toys there."
Bill and Ken exchanged a grin and shrugs as the women made all the
plans.
The mention of toys caught Mary unawares. That was another
mysterious thing fraught with danger. She could only imagine how these
two played. But that was such a small quibble when Muriel asked her the
million dollar question.
"Tell us about you," Muriel prompted, "What are your limits? Do you
do oral? anal? other women?"
Mary knew she had blushed from head to toe and she still felt the
heat rise up her neck. She had only begun to deal with her lesbian
encounter the day before for herself. It was embarrassing that she would
have to face it with these strangers before she had even confessed to Ken.
But her blush was a confession. They would know she was lying if
she denied it. She felt she was better off trying to explain.
"I'd like to stay away from anal," she started on the easy one,
"Ken has me almost talked into trying it, but I'd like to do it with him
first."
She knew it was news to Ken that she was close to trying anal sex,
but that wasn't the big secret. She had spoken carefully to give them
the impression that she was an anal virgin without saying it. She had
more trouble disguising her lesbian tryst.
"As for other women... I... uh..." all cute dismissals of the idea
caught in her throat.
She was attracted to Muriel. She had known that on some level since
they had met. She did enjoy the masseuse at the spa. She had hoped to have
a vicarious pleasure seeing Ken with Muriel, but she knew she would be
wishing it was her in the other woman's arms.
"She was quite taken with you after drinks," Ken reported.
She didn't need a traitor greasing the rail beneath her. Her pique
at Ken reporting their private conversation made it easier for her to
make a bold decision. It didn't hurt that she sensed Ken's acceptance
in his treasonous remarks.
"As for other women," Mary started again, "I'm brand new to the
idea. I don't know what to do."
"We'll go slow- in everythng," Muriel promised. "You don't have to
do anything you don't want to. We're just talking about things we
shouldn't even bother trying."
"I don't like to be pissed on," Ken said to lighten the mood.
"Well, we won't miss that and I'm sure the hotel is even gladder
of that," Muriel responded.
"Should we take off our clothes?" Bill asked.
"I thought Muriel was going to put on a show for us," Ken said.
"I said I'd show you some moves," Muriel purred. "I wasn't a
stripper. I was a topless dancer."
And then she was- topless. She unwrapped her dress to reveal only
panties under it. She could still do well as a dancer, Ken observed.
Perhaps her full breasts had dropped a bit from their firm, outstanding
prime, but that gave them a sway and a heaviness that Ken found instantly
arousing.
She was not hard-body toned or even particularly thin. Her panties
supported a sag in her rear and she had fleshy buttocks and wide hips.
As she pulled off her panties, Mary could not take her eyes off the
clean-shaved pubis of their hostess.
She didn't look like a child even bald. There was too much of a
well-worn path evident in the gap at the top of her thighs. Her labia
were too eager and curious as they exposed themselves in the slit at
the base of her body. Mary was curious- and more- about those organs of
pleasure.
"I didn't think I was the only one that was supposed to be naked,"
Muriel scolded as she saw none of the others had moved to remove a stitch.
Ken and Mary stripped quickly to hide their embarrassment. They
were done in time to see Bill pull down his pants and underwear. He was
as square naked as he looked clothed. The impression of solid extended to
his penis, which was like a chubby sausage in a nest of black pubic hair.
If he was circumsised, his present condition disguised it. His
glans was like the pimento in an olive, hidden within folds of loose skin
covering his cock. Mary was sure his organ was not as large as Brad's but
she realized there was no way to know how it would grow until it did.
Undressing was the hard part. Ken felt rather comfortable sitting
on their new friend's bed naked. Mary was enjoying Bill's frank stare
at her own naked body. He seemed pleased and his cock began to drop down
like a stallion's as he looked her over.
She was just an average girl. That was how Mary thought of herself.
In Bill's eyes she saw that her averageness was very exciting. Her breasts
were not as large as Muriel's, hardly enough to form a curve in their
undersides. Her hips were narrow and her rear a pair of jell-o glass
molds that were firm and tight.
For an instant she wished she had let Ken get her accustomed to
taking a cock in her ass, because she thought that would be offering her
best to Bill. He didn't seem to share her modest opinion of her charms.
"Lord knows I'm ready to start," Muriel announced as she plopped
her generous ass on Ken's lap. "I'm not pushing anyone too fast, am I?"
She had to avoid Ken's erection to sit. His cock was pressed
between his own belly and Muriel's hip as she draped herself over him.
It was obvious her question was not meant for him.
Mary watched as Ken's hand came up to trace the curve of Muriel's
breasts. She felt a wetness between her legs. She felt Bill touch her
shoulder. She turned and looked straight at his growing cock.
"You didn't answer the question about oral," Bill said, "Do you?"
It had all been some kind of fantasy dream to that point. Now
there was a strange man's cock in her face. He didn't jab it at her
mouth. He waited. Mary made the desision to lean forward slightly and
touch it with her tongue. It jerked and she jerked away.
They all laughed at her. Mary laughed at herself. It wasn't that
big of a decision after all. She was sitting with four naked people and
already slated to fuck this hairy man. She had to relax. She leaned
forward again and sucked Bill's cock into her mouth.
She could hear the sounds of Muriel and Ken panting and groaning
behind her as Bill's cock came alive in her mouth. She took her mouth
off Bill and stroked him with her hand as she turned her head to look.
"It looks like we've got another watcher here," Bill said.
Mary's head snapped up to look at him. He was grinning.
"Join the club," Bill said. "I like watching Muriel get fucked
almost as much as fucking her myself. When I'm getting laid while I'm
watching, well..."
Bill's cock stood out from his body now and Mary could see it was
nice but not remarkably big. It still had the chubby look she had
noticed when Bill had first revealed it. It was like the rest of him,
stout and broad.
Muriel and Ken seemed to be almost struggling now. Ken was trying
to find some way to get his cock in her as Muriel moved her ass all over
on his lap. They were joined at the lips and Ken was splitting his time
between grabbing her tits with one hand or her ass with the other.
Bill was ready for something more.
"We can move to the other bed if you want, but I think there's
enough room on this one for all four of us," Bill said.
There was no doubt in Mary's mind which Bill would prefer. She
knew because she didn't want to move far away from Muriel and Ken
herself. She crawled to the far side of the bed and waited for Bill.
He walked around the end of the bed and, after a hesitation,
climbed on top of Mary. She hadn't seen his cock at its best. She felt
it grow even more as it rested between the lips of her cunt. He was a
big man and perhaps because of that took great care in being gentle.
He kissed her nipples so lightly she was surprized he was a man.
The hair on his bear-like chest lightly tickled her as he bent down to
nuzzle her neck. But he was a man. The proof of that had grown to
almost the size of Ken's cock, which was large enough.
She waited for Bill to put it in her, but he didn't seem able to
settle in. He seemed vaguely uncomfortable as he trailed kisses over
her body.
"Oh, so you want some now, do you?" came Muriel's cackling trill
from beside them.
Ken had manged to lift her so his cock was under her, but Muriel
had evaded all his attempts to penetrate. He was now trying to trap her
so he could finally put his cock inside.
Her hips on his cock, her body pressed to his, made Ken mad to
lay her back and plunge his cock into her. Muriel took pity and gave
in to his lusty needs. She used her weight to tip him back, almost
onto Mary's head, and move her legs so she straddled him.
"Think you can find it easier now?" she teased Ken.
She was still in complete control. Her hips danced in range of his
cock, only to move just enough that he could not put his cock in her.
Ken was at his breaking point. He clamped an arm around Muriel and
wrestled her onto her back on the bed.
"Oooo, we've got a live one! A real man!" Muriel announced as Ken
finally pinned her down and pushed his cock inside her.
Not only was Muriel's head pressing into Mary's side, her foot
kicked at Bill as Ken fought to subdue her. In all senses, she and Bill
needed to move.
She turned out of the way of Muriel's trespassing head and Bill
slipped behind her with a move that seemed practiced. Bill was instantly
more aggressive as he lay with his leg between hers from behind and
held her with a hand on her chest.
Mary moved her leg up to reach for him and Bill slid deep into
her from his position half on top, half behind. His thick fingers
seemed to cover Mary's chest and he could massage both her breasts
with one hand.
Neither of those contacts were primary for Mary. Bill's cock
moving in and out of her center certainly had something to do with the
lust she felt, but her concentration was on Muriel's naughty grin as
Ken held her down with his hands on her biceps and fucked her.
Muriel's breasts rolled on her chest sexily as Ken moved her
with his thrusts. Her mouth moved constantly, sometimes showing teeth
and always showing lust. Even the rippling of her thighs as Ken banged
against them made Mary wetter.
Bill was right to enjoy watching this woman take a hard dick. And
Mary could tell he was enjoying with her from the powerful but measured
way his cock invaded her sheath.
Only Ken was missing out on the show. He was too involved in
holding down his hell-cat to enjoy the sight of Bill taking Mary
from almost behind. He didn't miss his loss. Muriel's moving hips
catching his cock in their maelstrom was enough to fill his world.
Without knowing why, almost without willing it, Mary reached out
to touch Muriel's breast. Thrusts of approval from Bill emboldened her
to squeeze the pliant lump of flesh. Muriel turned her head and sighed
an encouraging sigh.
Bill fucked her harder. It was not enough to beat Ken to the
squirt.
"There you go," Ken grunted as his jizm pumped into Muriel. "Take
a bellyfull."
Muriel was unmoved, but not dissatisfied. She turned her gaze on
her husband and exhorted him in his efforts.
"Come on, Bill, don't be a poor host," she urged him, "Give our
guest what she came for."
There was irony in her voice. She twisted like a cat at the waist
and put her mouth on Mary's. Mary surrendered and let Muriel's tongue
do what it wanted in her mouth. She felt like a chip tossed on the
waves as Bill took her from behind and Muriel attacked her mouth.
Ken stroked Muriel's belly with growing intensity as he watched
his wife move almost robotically between Bill's cock and Muriel's
hungry kiss. He did feel her passion as he watched her writhe between
the two attacks of passion.
Mary, to her confusion, hardly noticed the cock moving faster and
harder in her cunt. She attributed her peak of passion to Muriel's
wicked tongue in her mouth and her reaction to the illicit kiss.
She came guiltily and mighily between the two Morgans. And then
she was reminded that Bill was driving into her rear as she gasped in
the falling passion. She lay limp beneath Bill as he fucked hard and
came inside her.
They lay a bit tangled on the bed, boy, girl, girl, boy as they
recovered from their first encounter. Muriel was the first to move.
She reached up and tousled Ken's hair.
"I think we girls ought to freshen up and then it will be time
to try the oral stuff," Muriel said.
Mary was too timid to say it out loud. Mary was too preoccipied
with her own questions to want to make a point of it. She got up and
went to wash the cum from her cunt. Muriel would have to find out for
herself about Ken's oral technique- or lack of it.
They came back armed with washcloths and gave each other's
husbands a warm, wet washing. Then Muriel set her washcloth aside and
crawled up to straddle Ken's face.
"Since you're taking a break, I've got something for you to do
with your time," she said with her pussy over his face.
Mary braced for Muriel's reaction when Ken tried to beat up her
cunt with his tongue. Bill was a welcome distraction as he rolled her
on her back and pulled her thighs up and apart. She felt like a
wishbone as he pulled her sex open and lifted her ass slightly from the
bed.
Bill's assault was direct and overwhelming, but nothing like the
rude assault of Ken's tongue. Bill's fingers indented her thighs enough
to pull open her labia and he plunged his tongue into the opening. It
was something like being taken in one thrust. Mary felt her belly
respond with the same reaction.
But it was a tongue, soft and only giving her the illusion it was
filling. Bill wiggled the tip of his tongue in her channel and then
went around the rim sucking her labia between his lips.
Bill was aggressive in such an exciting way. Mary felt forced to
respond to his attack on her sex. His tongue slipped inside her as he
became gentler after his first assault. Mary giggled when she felt his
nose push between the cheeks of her ass when he pushed his tongue to
its limit in her pussy.
It was enough to give her a chill as Bill fucked her pussy with
his tongue. Only then did it occur to her that Muriel hadn't squwaked
when Ken mauled her cunt.
She turned to look and Muriel was riding Ken's face with her
head thrown back like she was enjoying herself. She was further
confused whe Muriel cried out.
"Don't tease!" Muriel begged, "Suck my clitty! Lick my cunt!"
Then Bill's tongue slid down to pass over her anus and her
attention was dragged back to her own situation. He went over and back
in the crack of her ass and didn't stop sweeping back until his tongue
had flicked over her clit. He put the flat of his tongue on the little
button and pressed it in a tiny circle. Mary thrashed in his grip.
His tongue was like a knife of pleasure as it slashed across her
clit and over her slit and back. Muriel joined her moaning and the
sound seemed like an echo of her own growing passion.
Bill kissed her thighs leisurely when she had stopped quaking
from her orgasm. Muriel had leaned forward to brace her palms against
the wall and was still yipping like a lonely puppy as Mary lay
exhausted. It was a mystery to Mary.
Bill waited patiently for his wife to finish and recover her
breath before displacing Mary on the bed. He took her place and left
her to sit up supporting herself on a hand. He knew the drill.
"Now I think we can interest you guys in something again," Muriel
said.
It wasn't higher math to figure that it was the ladies' turn to
provide the oral encouragement to their men, or rather, the other man.
Almost in concert Mary and Muriel moved between the legs of their new
partners.
They squatted side by side. The men lay side by side. They leaned
down and started to lick the mens' cocks. Mary liked several things
about giving head, chief among them making a cock hard so it could fuck
her, but she also liked the feeling of the soft flesh becoming hard and
knowing she had the power to please or tease her partner.
She felt strangely comfortable sucking Bill's cock. Even if he
was a stranger, she felt relaxed enough to notice the difference
between his burly cock and Ken's smoother one. It was a different
matter to get Bill up. Mary enjoyed finding the things that made him
respond the best.
She was used to Ken's encouraging hands on her as she sucked him.
It was one of his better sexual traits, so she gave little thought to
the hand that stroked her back as she sucked Bill's dick. Then she felt
the teasing rake of nails and her eyes opened.
It wasn't Bill encouraging her as she sucked his cock. She could
see both of his hands. And Ken's hands felt different. It was Muriel
encouraging her as they sucked each other's husband's cocks.
She remembered Muriel's hot kiss while she was caught up in
passion. Yes, she had feelings for the other woman, but she hadn't come
to terms with those lesbian feelings. She knew she wanted her, but could
she bring herself to act on those feelings?
"Now I suppose we can't get you guys to fuck each other?" Muriel
asked.
Ken was relieved to see Bill shaking his head quicker and as
vehemently as he was. He was glad the other man had no interest. But he
didn't feel the same way about Muriel's next suggesstion.
"Well, then Mary here will have to fuck me," Muriel stated flatly.
Mary was frozen. She wanted to, but... She shouldn't. She didn't
know how. It was too wierd.
Muriel took care of everything. All Mary had to do was give in to
the older woman's arranging and positioning. She quickly realized that
she wasn't really going to 'fuck' Muriel. She was dragged to the edge of
the bed and Muriel took a reversed position over her. She was going to
eat Muriel.
And her first reciprocal experience with a woman was going to have
so many twists and turns that she would never be able to forget it,
much less deny it to herself. She had surrendered to the idea of sucking
Muriel's cunt. Ken's obvious acceptance of the idea had made it easier.
The twists and turns began as Bill held her open for his wife as
he stood between her legs beside the bed. Then she felt Muriel hold Bill's
cock to her cunt and Bill push it in.
Even as Muriel's mouth came down on her cock-filled twat, she saw a
familiar cock approaching Muriel's slit. Ken's balls bumped on her nose
as he fucked his cock into Muriel from the rear.
Everyone was going to do everyone else in a pile on the bed, she
realized. She pulled her head up with a grip on Muriel's ass and dove
into her part of the four-person fuck on the stranger's bed. It was the
first time Ken's balls had bumped into her face in quite that way, but
they were Ken's balls.
They were Ken's hands behind hers, pulling Muriel's butt back to
fuck her. The cock sliding between her opened thighs was from another
world entirely, but Mary knew the tongue was Muriel's by the way it
followed the moves of the end she was licking.
Her tongue was not careful and Ken felt it flash across his cock
as he fucked Muriel. That seemed normal as he looked down Muriel's back
and saw her head disappear against the belly of the man between his
wife's legs. He had never seen three people fucking, much less been
fucking one of them at the time.
He had never seen a woman have as much pleasure so easily either.
Muriel was twisting and twitching after he had been thrusting into her
for barely two minutes. Earlier, he might have been tempted to join her
when her cunt fluttered on his cock, but his earlier orgasm gave him the
ability and the scene in front of him gave him the desire to keep on
thrusting and see what would happen.
What happened was a quick rebound and another climax from the
woman surrounding his cock. Mary's toes were curled and her thighs were
shaking at the same time. The women were going crazy between him and Bill.
"I'm glad you guys know about stuff like this, because I would have
never thought of this in my life," Ken told Bill.
"Isn't a great sight to watch your wife get fucked?" Bill replied,
"I just love it."
"I can tell you are by the way she's jumping, but mostly I'm
watching your wife's head in my wife's crotch," Ken said.
"And it's sure making your wife squirm," Bill reported. "It's like
fucking a fist she's clenched up so tight."
Bill was exaggerating a little. She wasn't clamping down on him
every second. But this time Mary knew there was a cock in her as Muriel
ate her to orgasm after orgasm. The cock was forcing her to submit to
the sensations of Muriel's tongue with no outlet but to squeeze down on
the thrusting cock.
For her part, Muriel was urged on by Ken's cock finding depths not
normally probed inside her. The hard rod kept up its assault as she
trembled through climax after climax. It drove her efforts and provided
the constant in the flux of finding the heights and gathering to leap to
them again.
Mary could not guess how many times she had cum when Muriel finally
stopped licking at her cunt. It was at least twice after Bill had rammed
hard into her and shot her full of his jizm.
In the name of being a good guest, she hoped she had returned the
favor. She had found the great adventure to be little satisfying. The
receiving was easily the best part. Giving had more rewards with a man.
"I've wanted you both since I first saw you in the lobby," Muriel
said huskily as they rolled apart on the bed. "And I wasn't disappointed."
"She has good taste, you see," Bill agreed.
They parted with the easy promise to renew the partnership. It was
a genuine feeling at the time, but there were so many distractions at
the Tinkle Creek hotel.
"Have you no time for a guest once he has been exposed for his
wife's viewing?" Ken asked Jenny.
"Only if you can keep Brad occupied while we do it," Jenny smiled.
"I hope you mean by offering him Mary again," Ken said.
"That would be the easiest on you," Jenny laughed, without clearing
up the matter completely.
He had the authority to grant that favor. It was with Mary's
consent, no, mandate that he was sent to draw them into this connection.
They had come upon the idea as they sought to find a suitable test for
their new way of thinking.
Mary had a use for the huge weapon Brad wielded. Jenny, and Ken too,
were owed some compensation for the small miracle they had brought about.
There was no better way to test again the revelations they had discovered
in the faithfulness of faithlessness.
Mary wanted to grant and receive this compensation in a big way.
"And please bring more of that lube," Ken said when Jenny and he
had found a mutually agreeable time.
After leaving the Morgans, it was all they could do to take off
their clothes before jumping into bed. Once there, they had an ecstatic
night touching and talking.
Ken admitted his source for his new-found delicacy around the
temple of woman's pleasure and Mary blessed Jenny as he demonstrated
his new understanding.
They finished with a lovely fuck that was as much anxious chatter
as it was thrusting. They shared their pleasure at the evening with the
Morgans as much as they shared the pleasure of Ken's cock.
IT had waited until morning. IT occured to Ken as he got up to
empty his bladder and saw Mary's girlish little ass pushed out where
it had been resting against him while they slept.
IT seemed like just the thing to Mary as she drifted with one foot
still in the dream world of excess and one foot awake in anticipation of
another frontier.
Ken wanted IT to be the emblem of a new understanding in their
relationship. He wanted to create a production that would be memorable.
Mary wanted IT to be easy and most of all pain-free.
Ken cuddled up behind her, letting her feel his excitement grow in
the form of his cock growing in the cleft of her ass. He kissed her neck
and fondled her breasts to to help her get into the mood.
"You said you'd do IT before, but not like you really wanted to," he
said into her ear. "Are you just a little more excited about trying IT
now?"
She hadn't wanted him to think of her as a slut. It was her unspoken
fear behind all of her lies of omission. And IT was the act that had most
made her feel like a whore with the four men she had before Ken.
She was easy and the men were bad. They had treated her like a slut
and she was afraid to protest. She was ashamed of everything she had let
them do to her. IT was just as shameful and she dreaded when they rolled
her over. IT hurt and made her feel like the dirtiest piece of shit the
way they did IT to her.
But Ken was different. IT might break the spell if she let it. If
she could keep the memories out of her mind...
"We have to be brave if we want to change," Mary said, "If I've
learned anything the last couple of days, I've learned that."
Oh boy, Ken thought. This vacation is the best thing that has
happened to us. All Mary needed was something to break her shyness. He was
gladder that he loved her than he had been in a while.
She told him to get the lube. She said she didn't need the same kind
of warming up. She wanted to have less time to fear her memories.
He insisted that she get to her knees. When he moved up behind Mary,
he saw the same sight that had set him on this exciting path in the first
place. He wanted to quench that excitement in Mary's ass.
Mary had to fight tears as she got into the familiar position for
humiliation. She had too many memories of the pain and shame that came next
to kneel quietly waiting.
"Please hurry up," she begged to end the anticipation.
Ken took it as excitement on Mary's part. He was generous with the
Astroglide. He didn't want to fail. He wanted Mary to give him this access
again- at least he thought so from what he'd heard.
The press of his cock against her sphincter sent wild thoughts
through both their heads. Ken felt he was at the door of a brave new world.
He paused so he would remember. His cock brought Mary panic and then a
growing calm as Ken paused. His pause help send her memories into the past.
Ken eased into resistance. Her sphincter held. He eased forward again
and was rebuffed again. The anticipation was too much for Mary.
"Push if you're going to!" she heard her voice scold Ken, "Don't make
me wait."
Properly chastened, Ken pressed against her again and kept pushing.
They strained at the point of entrance but this time he didn't back off.
He pushed harder and her asshole gave in. It opened like a shutter and his
cock went inside.
Her sphincter clamped down just behind the head of his cock and Ken
stopped, afraid to disturb his victory. Mary knew the feelings to come.
At least she thought she knew them. Ken's entrance had been nothing like
the animals that had used her before.
In her impatience with Ken's indecision, Mary decided to brave the
feeling of full, the feeling of stuffed and pushed her ass back on his
cock. Ken was the one feeling taken then. He felt like Mary was trying to
choke his cock as she forced it into her rectum.
Mary paused to gather her courage and a marvelous thing happened.
In a moment of rest her asshole seemed to get with the program and relax
a bit. She didn't remember that ever happening before, but the times
before had been nothing but bad. She couldn't think of one good thing
about the way those guys had rammed into her ass and kept fucking hard
while she screamed.
This was positively pleasant by comparison. She began to entertain
the idea that it might not be so bad.
"Don't you want it?" she chided Ken, "I'm sticking my ass up in the
air for you and you're not doing anything about it."
Ken tentatively pushed forward and discovered her adjustment for
himself. His cock didn't feel like it was going to break as he eased it
into the tight band of her asshole. It was pretty fucking good.
They were doing IT, the capital IT, the naughty IT. That was as
satisfying as the heat and tightness of her ass. It wasn't quite as
satisfying as the feel of her ass pressing up around the root of his
cock.
It felt like she was his without question. He was at an angle that
didn't let her butt hold him back. Instead of conspiring to hold him
away that extra millimeter, her butt was helpless to keep him away from
this angle of attack. Ken felt like he had evaded her defenses and was
deep in the heart of Mary. He had never felt like he had gone this deep
into her before.
For her part, Mary would have sung if she could've caught her
breath. Ken was as big and as deep as any of them before, but she didn't
feel shamed by his presence in her rectum. She felt like he owned her,
sure, but this time she was the willing slave of his cock.
And when he started to move in and out of her ass, Mary found she
could appreciate the more subtle pleasures of being butt-fucked when she
was not gritting her teeth and bracing for the next painful assault.
There was a definite sensation in her asshole as his cock moved in and
out of it. She might be able to think of it as good.
There was also a deeper, more to the front kind of feeling as his
cock stroked inside her. He seemed to be setting up a sympathetic
vibration in her cunt as he fucked into the passage right next to it.
For Ken it was all about being deep in the brown. He had his cock
in Mary's ASS! He'd pushed his cock in that tight little hole and he was
making her take it BACK THERE! Mary. Not some draggled slut or even an
easy going gal like Jenny. He had his dick in Mary's ass and she wasn't
whining or anything.
He could tell it had to be uncomfortable for her. Her asshole
certainly didn't feel like it was used to something the size of his dick
going up it. It was clamped down pretty good as he stroked his cock in
and out of it. But she was taking it and he felt proud to be giving it
to her right back there in her ass.
"Honey, you can go faster if you want," Mary suggested hesitantly,
"I don't think I'm going to work up to anything. You might as well just
go ahead and get off."
It was the least he could do after she let him fuck her in the ass.
He hadn't thought she was enjoying it much. How could she when it felt
that tight? He sped up and concentrated on the part where he was pressed
tight against her ass.
It was a miracle. It was better when he fucked her harder. Whatever
she was feeling down there got better when he fucked her with conviction.
"Oh God, yes! Fuck my ass just like that," Mary groaned, "I need
you to ream me good. Fuck me, baby, fuck me."
What a sweet babe. Ken figured she was lying and only saying those
things to make it good for him. He was willing to take her orders,
however. The tight hole had taken its toll on his stamina and he was
ready to fuck her hard and cum.
It was almost an orgasm. Ken was a few seconds too brief in his
assault on her anus, but it was incredible when compared to the other
times men had jammed cocks in her ass. It made it not matter that she
hadn't cum. Having it feel even a little bit good was reward enough.
Ken savored his joy at being tight against Mary's ass as he came.
He only had to rock up to encourage his cock to shoot out more jizm up
his wife's ass. It was a banner day. Ken was so grateful he got maudlin.
"I love you, honey bunch," he said as he leaned over her back with
his cock still buried in her ass. "You're so good to me."
Mary had waited until breakfast to bring up her plans. Of course she
began with the thought of getting Ken back with Jenny.
Ken would have bought it anyway. If he had found it was exciting
to watch Mary with an average man, he was sure it would only be better to
watch her take Brad's big cock. And he did want to complete his tour of
Jenny.
They struggled all evening to keep their hands off each other in
anticipation. They wanted to be fresh for their guests. When midnight
finally came, they were up like the knocks were shots. They answered the
door together to let them in. Jenny had a handful of Astroglide.
"I have a suspicion why you asked us here," she said, pushing the
containers at Ken. "You've been thinking about it for two nights, haven't
you?"
"Not so much thinking as practicing," Ken grinned. "I wanted to know
what good was before I had it."
Brad smiled at Mary. All of them liked his big dick, but not all of
them craved a second ride. Mary wasn't trying to lie to herself.
"I can see what they're going to do," Brad said, "What about us? Are
we going to watch or join in?"
"We're doing what they're doing, side by side if you want to," Mary
grinned. "Vacation is the time for special treats."
Jenny had becomed accustomed to opening to take in his large cock.
Even so, she did not crave his entry through her rear door. Brad was
skeptical that Mary would persevere. It might sound poetic or equal for
her to take what her husband was giving another woman, but Brad feared
she would lose her nerve when his big glans pressed the smaller orifice.
It was the time for getting their clothes off and not misgivings.
Jenny was far ahead of Brad and Mary had time to be jealous of the young
girl's large, firm breasts before Brad gave her something better to look
at. It helped a little bit that Ken only seemed interested in Jenny's
other end.
"I have been thinking about kneeling behind you before and not
knowing what to do," Ken admitted as Jenny bent over to take off her
panties. "But Mary and I fixed that."
"So I won't be your first," Jenny teased.
"No, my second," Ken admitted freely.
"And I won't be your first?" Brad made it a question.
"I think it'll seem that way," Mary dodged the question.
"Then I ought to be careful with you like a virgin," Brad suggested.
Somehow Brad still felt he was getting the short end. Ken and Jenny
were having a great time with each other, with Jenny sitting on Ken's lap
and horsing around. Mary was there for him, but it was clear her attention
was on her husband and Jenny.
It made Brad resoulute. He wasn't going to sulk. He was going to
make sure he got every inch of his huge cock up Mary's ass. He wasn't
going to be easy to dissuade when she panicked with the big pecker at her
sphincter. To that end, he pressed two fingers against Mary's asshole and
rubbed them in circles.
"Astroglide!" he called out.
"Christ, are you just going to ream her?" Jessie admonished him.
"No, honey," he said with pretended patience, "I'm just going to
open her up so I don't hurt her."
Jessie tossed him a bottle and Brad dripped some lube on his
fingers. He held Mary close as his fingers spread the lube on her asshole.
"Jeeze, you like that don't you?" Mary gasped. "I can feel your cock
poking at my tits."
It was a bit of an exaggeration, but only by an inch or two. Brad's
resolve had his cock hard as steel and pressed against Mary. In his secret
huff, Brad decided she needed the full treatment. Maybe then she'd pay
him a little attention.
"What about you?" he heard Jenny say to Ken, "Are you going to play
with my ass or just keep sucking my tits?"
She was asking for it. Brad knew that tone. She was hoping Ken would
throw her on the bed and jump on top of her.
Instead, Ken lifted her up and set her back down with his cock
protruding between her legs. He was still massaging her breasts and his
cock was moving between the lips of her cunt. Jenny didn't tease him
any more.
Mary made the mistake of craning around to watch Ken fondle Jenny's
damn tits. Brad wasn't used to women ignoring him when his big cock was
on the threshold of their slit. He knew how to fix that.
He got to his knees to give his cock room and arranged Mary on her
back. He threw her right leg over his shoulder and guided his cock down
into her cunt. Let her ignore this, he thought as he slid into her.
Mary's eyes opened wide and then scrunched closed as he drove to
the hilt. Brad still had his secret weapon. He supported himself on one
elbow and slipped his other hand under her ass. This time he curled the
fingers and slid both of them into her ass.
"Unnnhhh!" Mary grunted as she was stuffed in front and filled in
the rear by Brad's cock and fingers.
She finally looked up at him, just him and Brad smiled. He knew that
would get her attention.
"Now what?" came Jenny's voice from beside them.
Ken had stood up with Jenny and was arranging her on her hands and
knees on the bed beside Brad and Mary. There was method in his madness
that Jenny didn't realize.
"You remember what I said before, don't you?" Jenny asked in a
worried voice. "It takes a lot of lube to get it in an asshole."
"But I'm experienced now," Ken said with a bravado calculated to
keep Jenny on edge, "I know what to do."
Jenny was braced, mouth open to scream as Ken got behind her. He
wasn't hung like Brad, but that didn't mean he couldn't hurt her.
Then she found all her angst was for naught as Ken pushed his cock
into her well-primed cunt. She moaned happily.
"I want you to be shakin' and wigglin' when I shove it up your poop
chute," Ken explained. "You just relax and enjoy and I'll fuck your ass
when I think you're ready."
He wasn't waiting for nature to make her ready either. He took
advantage of her butt-up pose to dribble lube on her ass and spread it
with his thumb. He fucked her and rubbed her anus. Jenny relaxed and
enjoyed like she was told.
"Brad, I can't open up with that monster in my twat," Mary
complained, "Let me get on top. I've got an idea."
Brad didn't care as long as she was looking at him. He pulled his
cock out of her cunt and his fingers out of her ass and let her arrange
him on his back. She climbed over him facing his feet and grabbed his
cock with both hands.
He saw her method now. He would have had to crane his neck to put
his tongue in her pussy, but she was right where she needed to be for him
to keep stretching her anus. He let his head rest on the bed and reached
up with both hands to grip her butt.
His cock was like baseball bat in her hands, covered right up to
head in the twin grip. Mary opened wide and moved her mouth over the
exposed head as Brad crept his fingers closer to her asshole. He had her
cheeks pulled open exposing the brown crinkle and she could feel the
tips of his fingers creeping toward her sphincter.
Brad was willing to let her play with his cock as long as she
wanted. He loved the feel of tight all the way down and the flicker of her
tongue was keeping him poised for the fucking to come. He put two fingers
into her ass and turned them.
Ken pulled his thumb to the side and dripped lube in the hole he
held open. Then he pulled up, down, left and right as his cock fucked into
Jenny. He wasn't sure he was making it easier for her, but he was
preparing for the stretching when he did plunge his cock into her
butthole.
He looked over to see what the experienced buttfucker was doing.
Brad had added the two middle fingers of his other hand to the first two
and Ken was shocked to see the huge hole he was making in his wife's ass
as he pulled the fingers apart and stretched a gaping hole in her rear.
Mary had responded by pushing his cock into her mouth until her
lips were against her hand and making him fuck her mouth. As much as
anything, her commotion as Brad stretched her anus and she sucked him
made Ken need to move on.
"You relaxed?" he asked Jenny.
She had time to mutter, 'huh?' before he'd pulled back and had his
cock at the door of her ass. Jenny had been enjoying the nice, easy fuck,
but now it was time to get some business done. She quickly dropped to
her elbows and spread her knees a bit wider to open her cheeks for him.
"Go real slow and make it special for both of us," Jenny asked.
Mary's head came up like she had heard the fire alarm. She dropped
Brad's cock and tried to crawl away from him. It took him a moment to
realize what was happening before he pulled his fingers out of her ass
and let her scramble away.
Mary came to rest a foot away on her knees beside Jenny. There was
some monkey see-monkey do going on here. It was going to be a big monkey
do, Brad chuckled to himself as he crawled out from under Mary.
Ken was the one impressed as he made the comparison. There was a
hole about the size of a pencil in Jenny's ass where his finger had
opened it. His cock looked huge as it covered the small opening. He looked
over and saw Mary's ass looked like it could pass a golf ball.
Then Brad got behind Mary and he saw Brad's huge tool dwarfed that
hole even more. He waited to see what would happen with as much excitement
as he had for putting his cock in Jenny's ass.
Brad responded to the audience by pulling Mary's ass open wider so
Ken could see better. Then he dropped the head of his cock on Mary's
gaping asshole like he was using a Norden bombsight. He pushed forward
to make Mary's rectum dimple farther between her cheeks.
Brad loved a good lube. He needed slippery to convince an asshole
to open wide enough to take his cock. The golf ball opening in Mary's
ass was big enough for all but the last stretch around the glans of his
cock, but assholes never stayed open when they felt Brad's cock going in.
Brad felt Mary's asshole close on the tip of his cock. He bet there
was a shiver going down her spine as she felt how big his cock was. He
pushed to open her ass up again. Air rushed out of Mary's mouth like a
pricked balloon.
Without knowing it, Ken moved along with Brad. He quickly became
aware what he was doing when his cock bowed against Jenny's ass.
"Hold it and push it in," Jenny counseled as she felt the awkward
pressure.
Ken did what he was told. He was still mesmerized by Brad's cock
popping the edge of his cockhead into Mary's ass. He reached down and
steadied his own cock and felt Jenny's ass open like a rubber band under
the pressure. Her asshole didn't welcome him, but it let him in.
As tight as Jenny's asshole gripped his cock, Ken couldn't imagine
the squeeze in Mary's ass for a cock like Brad's. He was shocked to see
how smoothly Brad moved forward and buried his cock to the hilt in his
wife's ass.
He moved forward and found it was just a matter of perserverance.
He had to push to sink his cock in Jenny's tight ass.
"Easy now-" Jenny squeaked, "Just a little slower."
Ken reduced the pressure and his cock slowed, but kept moving into
Jenny.
"Wait- just wait a minute," Jenny groaned, "Let me get comfortable
and the you can put it right in."
Ken noticed that Brad hadn't moved since he had pushed his cock
into Mary's ass. He seemed to be taking that same break as Mary got
used to the telephone pole in her butt.
In fact, Brad wasn't sure how he should attack Mary's ass. She had
let him in with nary a squeak and he didn't know if that was because she
was stunned into silence or just able to take his size without complaint.
He'd be a crude bastard if he kept on slamming into a woman in
distress. If she was just able to accomodate his cock, he didn't want to
miss out on a rare chance to ream out a woman with his huge pole.
"You all right down there?" Brad asked Mary.
"How do you expect me to talk when your cock is rammed up to my
throat?" Mary grumbled into the bed.
That didn't sound like panic or distress. It didn't sound like it
was easy for her as it felt either. Brad settled on the middle road,
firm, but slow thrusts into Mary's asshole. She still didn't yell.
Ken felt Jenny get accustomed to his cock. It was like the belt
around his cock had been let out an notch. It was still more than snug,
but Ken found the same pressure that had slipped him slowly into her
ass before let him slide right in now.
"There you are," Jenny announced when she felt his body press
against her ass, "How do you like being in my butt?"
"It's one of the top two asses I've ever fucked," Ken told her
with no hesitation.
Ken was instinctive in his enjoyment of Jenny's ass. The thrill of
fucking ass was muted this time. She wasn't Mary and it wasn't the first
time ever. He was more appreciative of the warm clasp of her rectum than
just the fact he was up her butt.
He didn't notice Jenny was tighter than Mary. He only noticed the
warm smoothness as he slid between those cute cheeks. He fucked her nice
and easy because that felt right.
He had the 'what if?' going as he buggered her rectum. What if Mary
had seen him balls deep in Jenny's ass that first night? What if he'd
slammed it hard into Muriel's generous ass?
Beside him Brad had Mary halfway to the bed and was leaning over her
with his hands on the bed by her shoulders. She was huffing and snorting
as Brad kept his cock mostly in her ass and fucked her with short,
punching strokes. It was a rare chance for Brad and he was taking
advantage of it.
It quickly became pointless for Ken to live in the past. He had his
dick in Jenny's butt and that should be enough for him. She was squealing
a happy squeal as he packed her fudge and her cute young butt was a sight
to see split open for his cock to invade.
"You can do it now," Jenny urged. "You can do it. Fuck me hard and
cum in my ass."
She knew what guys liked. Eager women got the cum out of them
quicker. Ken had been good about lubing her and pausing and he wasn't
trying to rip up her asshole, but it was going to be a long time until she
got the hang of enjoying a cock in her butt. Having Brad bugger her
probably hadn't helped her opinion of anal sex.
To her credit, Ken didn't notice Jenny's reticence. She was moving
her butt up and down as he went in and out and he felt like she was
getting off on it like he was. It was quite the thing to butt-fuck this
young beauty. Such a hot little girl, her great butt was made better
looking by his cock spearing between her sweet cheeks.
Then the urges came from his groin and not his head. He had seen
enough of her butt taking his cock. Now his cock wanted him to think
about the dark narrows it was jamming its head into. It wasn't having
enough fun yet.
Brad had Mary almost flat on the bed, legs spread as wide as she
could get on her half of the bed. The only rise in her sprawled position
was where her hips tilted up to keep her asshole a direct path for Brad's
cock. Brad was over her, slapping hard on her upturned butt.
It was everything all at once for Mary. She had taken every inch of
his huge pecker with surprisingly little discomfort and he had been a
gentleman about fucking her. At least he had at the start. Now he was
giving her bowels a pummeling that defied understanding and she was even
more surprised to find that she was liking it.
Liking may be the wrong word, but she was deeply involved in the
process in her rear. Like some arcane ritual it was touching a deeper
place in her, satisfying some deeper need, however his cock treated her
ass and all the guts within.
Ken hit something inside Jenny that clamped her asshole tight.
Furious cock-long strokes into her clenched sphincter brought him off and
he found himself caught with only the head of his cock in her ass as the
jizm sprayed from his cock into her rectum.
He pressed inside her again to wilt and then looked over at the
commotion of Brad pile-driving his wife's ass. Without knowing Mary so
well, he might have thought her growls were protests of Brad's rough
treatment. But he could hear frustration staining the edges of her cries
and knew she wanted even more than the pounding Brad was giving her ass.
Jenny moved away from him, eager for the chance for her asshole to
close, and lay on her side to watch Brad.
"I couldn't take that," Jenny marvelled as the fury subsided and
Brad slumped down onto Mary's back.
"I can't either," Mary said after a pause and slapped back at the
man laying on her back, "Get off- your dick is making me cramp. It hurts
now."
"Now?" Jenny exclaimed. "What about when it was crammed a foot up
your ass?"
"I was too busy getting a dick a foot up my ass to notice then,"
Mary said.
"It's all preparation," Brad said. "Take it from a guy that lives
by that principle. You get them loosened up and it's a lot easier."
Whatever it was, neither Ken nor Mary was excited as they hoped
after Jenny and Brad left.
"She was great. I don't understand it," Ken told Mary. "I just
thought it would be, I don't know, more exciting."
"I don't know," Mary replied, "I think I was too busy hoping Brad
wouldn't kill me to know what was going on."
She was only lying a little bit. Brad's cock had given her a lesson
that comforted her heart. Ken wasn't the only man that could take her,
even in the ass, and not make her feel like a gutter slut.
It was salve on the wounds of her past.
It was a greater comfort to look at Ken and see a new man. He wasn't
an enemy from the past. He was the man she loved and now he was more. He
was the one she could trust with her private desires.
No one had cared about her wishes before Ken came along. Then she
was afraid to introduce him to the possibilities. Even if he didn't ask,
he'd wonder where her ideas came from. And they were things she didn't
like to remember.
She was waiting for him to show her things that were new and not
tarnished with a bitter memory for her. They had been stallled there for
some time.
Ken thought he saw the big picture. He credited the vacation with
thawing Mary's inhibitions. Now that she had crossed into so many foreign
areas, Ken didn't believe she could retreat into her former primness.
The were learning to share, not only their lives and love, but also
the darker secrets hidden in the corners of their beings.
"Well, dear, did we rush headlong into everything and do it all
before our vacation really started?" Mary asked him the next morning.
"It has been quite the rush of activity," Ken agreeed.
"So, are we stuck going to tourist attractions for the rest of the
week?" Mary asked.
"Yes, I know, only boring old sex with your mate from now on," Ken
teased her.
"You know I didn't mean that," Mary recoiled.
"Who said I was talking to you," Ken joked. "Why don't we see what
other interesting things this place has to offer?"
Ken hadn't visited the spa, but Mary hesitated to mention that to
him. She didn't know what the masseuses might be willing to do for a man.
"Isn't this place supposed to have a pool?" Ken asked.
Mary looked at the liturature Brad had left that first night.
"Yes, a lint-free pool, whatever that means," Mary said.
Ken reached over and began undoing the buttons of her blouse.
"I thought we were going to do something- something else," Mary
said.
"I think lint-free means no bathing suits," Ken told her. "From
the map the pool is inside the "private" and "clothing optional" zones."
This was something else again. Ken may have stripped naked and
fucked Jenny in the lobby, but strutting around starkers had a funny
feel for Mary. It recalled the kind of thing her past lovers expected
from a slut like her.
She felt uncomfortable walking to the undiscovered part of the
hotel. Well, not uncomfortable in the freedom from cloth binding her
flesh, but uneasy about what people would think if they saw her.
She was confronted with that in the elevator. A man, woman and
older teen stepped into the car with them. They were dressed casually,
but they were dressed. Mary's heart began beating double time.
The women were chatting in a foreign language. They didn't seem to
be talking about her. The man stared openly. He stared at her breasts
and then looked up to smile at her. He looked down at her crotch and
then smiled at her again. Mary's fear shifted to a kind of uneasiness.
The little group was doing something private in the other
direction. They went one way and Ken and Mary went toward the pool.
"I bet that guy is fired up now," Ken chided her.
"You're the one that wanted to parade naked through the hotel,"
Mary defended herself.
"And that guy wants to thank me, I bet," Ken replied.
It was another world when they walked into the pool chamber. It
was comfortably warm and almost uncomfortably steamy. The physical
sensations were the only shreds of self consciousness left to them.
They couldn't be concerned about how they appeared. They were too busy
gawking at all the other naked bodies playing, swimming and lounging
around the pool.
There had to be twenty naked people using the pool right then.
Of course, they had to look at them all. Ken felt guilty checking out
all the tits and ass on display. He knew he was supposed to be
unimpressed with the fact all these women were naked.
But he remembered the guy in the elevator checking Mary out. He
enjoyed that. It might be just as rude for him not to appreciate the
naked women as is was gauche to stare.
It was Mary that saw Muriel lounging at a poolside table. She
was like a spit of land in a lonly ocean. Mary dragged Ken with her
over to see their acquaintance.
"Were's Bill?" Ken asked Muriel.
"The big pervert is somewhere out there," she waved her hand at
the pool as she explained, "Peeping at the girl's crotches and tittes
under the water."
"Isn't that, like, rude?" Ken remembered his own feelings on
stepping into the facility.
"You expose it, you're asking for them to look," Muriel said
philisophically, "And most of them get turned on by the attention."
"So Bill is trolling for more partners," Mary assessed.
"Oh no, I pick them," Muriel said. "He just likes to shop."
"So what are you two doing here? Testing the waters, so to speak?"
Muriel asked them
"After our introduction into swinging, can you imagine that we
wouldn't be flushed with the desire to get out and learn more?" Ken
kidded her.
"Well, sometimes it takes neophytes some time to deal with their
honest feelings," Muriel said, "And I thought the only thing that
flushed you with desire was the desire to put your dick in Mary's ass.
You guys pass on that or are you bored with it already?"
They both blushed a little thinking of how eagerly they had
tried the anal treat and how outrageous they got with it right away.
"Let's say we're comfortably anal now," Mary said, hoping to leave
Muriel with some curiosity.
Muriel was friendly, but she seemed to have gotten over her drooling
desire for the Wilsons. That was good and bad. She and Bill were a nice,
safe pairing for the Wilsons, but there were a lot of new possibilities
to explore. If they wanted safe and the same Ken and Mary would be back
in their room fucking each other. But finding someone else was scary.
Ken couldn't bring himself to walk up to some naked babe and say,
"Hi, I'm Ken Wilson. I like your ____ and I wonder if you and you
husband would like to meet me and my wife for drinks."
Mary couldn't bring herself to approach anyone. She introduced
herself to the two men that asked, but she wasn't secure enough to go on
the prowl. They decided to be the invited rather than the inviters. It
fit their neophyte standing better.
It was nice enough to walk around the pool and check out the naked
people. Even Mary had a sly thrill looking at the swinging dicks and
trying to imagine how the men attached to them liked to use them.
She was simmering when they decided to leave the pool. She surprised
Ken by suggesting they explore this end of the hotel further.
Clothing optional extended only to the desk in front, but in the
back a sunny rotunda opened into the desert. There they could worship the
sun directly with no danger of interference from the outside. Ken was
surprised, and not a little hesitant, about Mary's sudden desire to run
outside naked where the world might see.
He was being unnecessarily shy. In fact, the open space was hidden
from the view of the surrounding community, but it did give the feeling
that one had thrown off conventional rules and was free.
Mary was glorying in the release of those feelings. She had done
everything before, sure, but it was never her idea and always made her
feel dirty and like a slut. She was just beginning to see how liberating
it was to do the same things because you wanted to.
She stopped abruptly by one of the conveniently located stone
benches and Ken bumped into her back.
"Put your arms around me, honey," she asked sweetly.
Ken wrapped his arms around her just under her breasts and held her
tight. She pulled his right hand down.
"Touch me," she asked, "I need to be touched right now."
Mary overrode Ken's reluctance as she pressed his fingers between
her legs and squirmed against them. He could feel her need and felt duty-
bound to relieve her yearnings. He didn't see anyone around, anyway.
He also missed the expressions that came over Mary's face as his
fingers masturbated her cunt. He would have know her deepest secrets if
he could have seen her open-mouth, wide-eyed lust turn into the fixed
carniverous stare of a lioness stalking a wildebeast.
The thrill, and the howl of success, came not at the kill, but at
the moment Ken made Mary cum on his active fingers. Her knees came
together and her thighs trapped his hand as she rocked through her season
of bliss. Ken held her until he felt her melt in his arms and her thighs
gave up their grip on his hand.
The danger, real or imagined, had been the aphrodisiac and Mary's
uninhibited desires had kindled the flame. Feeling her writhe against
him as he drove her to pleasure with his fingers had done nothing to
cool him.
His hard-on was unmistakable pressed between the cheeks of her
buttocks. Mary had known it was there, but was too busy with her own
passions on Ken's fingers to hink about it. As she shivered with the
waning sparks of her afterglow, she wanted, she had a need to thank him
for the wonderful climax.
She turned around and kissed him hard and then dropped to her knees
like a stone. Ken was overwhelmed by the wet cavern of her mouth gulping
down his cock. He went from nothing to deep in her throat in a split
second. He felt like he had been jolted right into the middle of a blow-
job.
He had been aroused by her cheeks squirming around his hard cock as
he stroked her off, but it was nothing like her mouth greedily sucking
on his tool. Like he had leaped in the middle of a blow-job, Ken felt like
he was already halfway to cumming on the first bobs of Mary's head.
The rest descended into chaos. He saw the group from the elevator
again just as Mary gathered up his balls in her hand and tried to force
his cum out into her throat. She was using irresitable suction as she
dove on his cock and Ken was trying to process his shock at the newcomers.
It was all mixed up in Ken's perception. They were naked this time.
Mary was going to make him cum. The little girl was cute. She was going to
suck his cock clean off. The older woman had pretty nice tits- they looked
just right on her slim figure. His balls were rumbling. They both had
cute little asses, long, like pairs of paranthesis, and slender. He
couldn't stop himself. The young one turned to look at him. Her breasts
were perfect in a geometic way.
He felt the unforgiving tug of Mary's mouth and his jizm spouted
into her mouth. He was cumming explosively and in his confused mind the
cum was pouring out over the girl's ellipsoid breasts with their perfectly
centered nipples at the same time it was squirting down Mary's throat.
Then it was pouring over both women and they both turned to stare.
"Mary, we've got company," Ken squeaked.
Mary got up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand
reflexively. It must have been a guilty reaction because she hadn't missed
a drop of Ken's cum as it squirted out of his cock. She saw them and did
her own inventory of their nude bodies. Then she smiled and waved.
The women smiled nervously and waved back. The man made a circle of
his hand, mimed a blow job and then held up his thumb in a gesture of
approval.
Mary and Ken cut their walk short, trying not to look like they were
running away from the embarrassing situation. It wasn't really necessary.
The other group made no move to accost them. Other than the crude gesture
by the man, they were paying little attention.
"He was approving of the way you suck cock," Ken told Mary.
"Well, I guess I don't know what the ettiquette is for stumbling on
somebody giving head, but it just seemed crude," Mary said.
"If you didn't notice, I don't think they're from around here," Ken
replied. "Anyway, they didn't look upset."
Ken didn't mention the looks he got from the women as he was cumming
in her mouth.
"Hi, this is Jenny at the front desk," Jenny said on the phone,
"Were you two just out in the solarium and were you giving Ken a hummer?"
They had returned to their room and were trying to come up with
some other activity for the evening. Mary had jumped up when the phone
rang, announcing it was a couple wanting to meet them 'for drinks'.
Jenny's question made her go all cold inside. They had been
reported.
"There wasn't anyone out there at first. We got caught up in the
moment. We're sorry..." Mary stuttered out in a staccato.
"Calm down," Jenny said, "You suck cock wherever you want. That's
not why I asked."
"What is it then?" Mary asked.
"Now it's my turn to feel awkward," Jenny said. "It's not your
normal set-up, you see. Well, here goes- a group from another room
inquired who you were and if you'd like to have drinks with them."
"You mean those people and that girl who were outside with us?"
Mary asked.
"You describe the group right," Jenny said, "But it's not the normal
setup- you see. First, there's three of them and they all want to
participate. That's not normal. And the other thing is they don't speak
English."
"Then how do you know what they want?" Mary asked.
"Because Brad speaks Sumari or Swahili or Sandskit or whatever it
is they speak and told me," Jenny said.
"And what about that girl? Is she their daughter? And how old is
she?" Mary shot the questions at Jenny.
"I believe she is their daughter, but you have to remember they
have different customs where they come from. As far as her age, we'll
document her as 19 and defy anyone to find proof she's any younger,"
Jenny sounded more confident on the last point.
Mary hesitated. Ken came to the phone.
"What?" he asked.
Mary relayed the high points to Ken. He was in favor without a
second thought. Both women were eminently fuckable. He tried to mask his
enthusiasm a bit to not upset Mary.
Mary had doubts. Then only picture she could bring to her mind of
the man was him pretending to suck cock and then giving her the 'thumbs
up'. She had to admit that, like Ken, she was more interested in the
women, both clothed and naked, and had not really looked at him.
"But how will we know what they're saying?" Mary tried to squirm.
"Brad has volunteered to translate if you want. That would even out
the numbers as well," Jenny offered.
Ken heard that part and was shaking his head no.
"Can we think about it a minute?" Mary asked.
"Sure, they don't want to meet you until tomorrow anyway," Jenny
said, "But there's a chance you'll meet them?"
"I don't see why there wouldn't be a chance," Mary said.
"What did I hear?" Ken wanted to know when Mary hung up the phone.
"They don't speak English and Brad speaks their language," Mary
explained. "He said he'd translate."
Mary laughed at the sour look on Ken's face.
"You're never going to fool anyone until you realize what everybody
already knows," Mary said. "Of course you're going nuts over the idea of
having two women. What man wouldn't be? And Brad ruins that, doesn't
he- especially when he sets a standard few can match."
"I would have told you," Brad pouted, "I just would have made sure
you felt secure before i admitted it."
"Like you'd make me cum two or three times and then plead for me
to let you fuck them?" Mary laughed at him.
"Well, maybe, or maybe you'd be so hot from the orgasms that you'd
beg me to go screw two other women so you could catch your breath," Ken
laughed back.
"So what do we do with our foreigners?" Mary asked.
"You haven't said how you feel about the man," Ken observed.
"Okay, he didn't make a good first impression, but you never know
with guys. The geekiest guys sometimes are the best in the sack," Mary
said. "I wasn't sure about Bill and he turned out great. And watching
you with those two would make even mediocre pretty good."
They were interrupted in their talk by a banging on the door. Mary
got up to answer it.
"Bill! We were just talking about you," Mary said. "Would you like
to come in?"
"We need you guys help," Bill said first. "I guess I should come in.
It's a long story."
Bill was stark naked. His cock glistened like he had been fucking,
but it wasn't erect.
"So, what can we do?" Ken asked.
"Teach a couple of whining little yuppies how to loosen up," Bill
snapped.
He was obviously upset. That was strange. He seemed to be the more
laid-back of the two.
"Let me try to tell it straight and not let it get to me again,"
Bil said, and then measured his words. "They want to swap. Only they
don't want to swap. They want us each to do our partner while we watch
each other. You know me. That's not great, but it's okay. Then all of
a sudden they don't want to fuck either. They want to watch Muriel and
me put on a show for them while they just watch. I know Muriel used to
entertain, but it's not for me."
"So, where do we come in?" Ken asked.
"I'm fucking Muriel, getting madder every stroke, and I think of
you guys. You never did it before and you come on like pros," Bill said.
"I get this idea. I just jerked my willie out of Muriel and said I'd
be back in a minute."
"What does Muriel think?" Mary asked.
"She thinks we'll be so hot they won't be able to help themselves,
but I don't think she believes it for a minute. She was just trying to
keep me from blowing my stack," Bill said. "I know she likes you guys
and even if I run the chiseling little creeps out by bringing you back
we'll have fun. Won't we?"
"We just happen to be unengaged at the moment," Mary said happily,
"I'm for it if Ken is."
"I feel your pain, man," Ken said starting to take off his clothes,
"You know you're being yanked and it eats at you."
"Are we going naked?" Mary asked.
"Better shock value, wouldn't you say, Bill?" Ken asked. "Here we
are ready to do what they're too chickenshit to do. Their opportunity
will be threatened and if it's a joke, we'll ruin it."
"Or they'll see what they're missing and it will eat them up," Bill
added.
"And this time I do anal," Mary piped up, "I bet Ken will be glad
to shove his cock in Muriel's ass. He likes her ass. I can tell."
She was a little shocked with herself for blurting it out like
that, but it was true. And maybe she felt a little silly- knowing
what she knew now- for not giving Bill- and Ken- the opportunity the
last time they swapped.
"Hi honey, I got you a cock and picked myself up a pussy from
carry-out," Bill annouced when the three of them trooped into the room.
Muriel's eyes widened when she saw the Wilsons in tow and she
turned her back on the couple on the opposite bed to have a secret smile.
"These are the Jetsons,"
"Jessups" the woman corrected.
"Whatever, They like to watch," Bill said.
"They look like they're good at it," Ken said with no meaning in
particular.
The Jessups were reclining on the farther double bed still clothed.
At least they were wearing their underwear. Mrs. Jessup was lying in
front in her satin bra and panties and no one could see if Mr. Jessup
was even excited.
"What is all this disturbance?" Mrs. Jessup snapped as Ken and Mary
sprawled on the bed around Muriel.
"We won't disturb you a bit," Bill gloated. "You want to watch and
you'll have plenty to watch now."
"You about ready to do something we've never done?" Ken asked
Muriel.
Muriel grinned. She knew exactly what Ken was talking about. Her
conversation with Mary was fresh in her mind.
"Not only that," Muriel countered, "I want to do it in a way we've
never done before."
"Then I think you better suck your husband's dick, because it looks
like you're neglecting him, and we'll get to work," Ken said.
He and Mary sat face to face and masturbated each other as Bill
came over and stood in front of Muriel to have her suck his dick. Ken
thought it was going to be his show, but he was still a babe in the
ways of swinging.
The Jessups didn't look confortable.
Bill reached down to squeeze Muriel's breasts as his cock
disappeared into her mouth. The Wilsons were ready and waiting for the
Morgans.
"You look like you're eager to get into old Muriel here," Bill said
to Ken. "I think we ought to ready a welcome."
"I think we girls have something to discuss in that regard," Muriel
interrupted. "Excuse us."
She took Mary by the hand and led her into the bathroom. They were
only gone a couple of minutes, but they seemed pleased with themselves
when they returned.
"We think each boy should prepare his own hole," Muriel said.
The Jessups stirred a little as Muriel and Mary got on the bed
and stuck their rears in the air.
The crowd on the other bed ignored them. Ken was intrigued with the
hidden cresent between Muriel's cheeks. Even with its sag, Muriel's ass
was two round balls when she bent over. The curves were pulled up like
curtains around the pathway to her cunt, but they met for a space before
spreading away again at the top. Ken had to explore to find the crinkled
bud that was his target.
Bill didn't have the problem. Mary's dainty ass had only a shadowed
cleft where her asshole resided. He was massaging it with a lubed finger
in no time.
"Come over here, big boy," Muriel said after Ken had worked long
enough on her ass.
She moved up until she could grip the headboard and looked back over
her shoulder at Ken with his cock swinging stiff in front of him.
"I get the impression you've reamed your wife a new one," she said,
"Come here and show me your stuff."
There was a commotion on the other bed. Mrs. Jessup didn't seem to
be appreciating the show. She was pestering Mr. Jessup as Ken sank his
cock into Muriel's ass.
She was an old hand and Ken had stretched her with his fingers. It
wasn't hard for him to force his cock up her butt. Muriel encouraged him
to keep going and Ken pressed hard enough to drive the hard spike of
his cock through her narrow back door.
Her ass was deep and narrow all the way. Ken decided he was going to
enjoy butt-fucking Muriel, probably even more than butt-fucking Jenny.
The Jessups looked like they were going to storm out and then
Mary changed their minds- or at least interested Mrs. Jessup enough that
she sat back down.
Ken only felt something knobby pressing at his own asshole. He
panicked. He looked back and Mary was behind him. He didn't have any
idea what was happening.
Muriel felt his struggle and said, "Fair's fair. You like to shove
yours up our asses. You should know what it feels like."
"It's not even as big as yours," Mary said from behind him.
All of it served only to freeze Ken long enough for Mary to lunge
forward and push the head of the dildo into his ass. She hadn't lied, but
she had been devious. The strap-on was only about three inches long, so
it was much smaller than Ken's cock, but it might have been just a bit
bigger around.
When Muriel explained her idea, Mary had misgivings how Ken would
take it, but at the moment the heat of conquest took away her concern for
his reaction.
"Jesus! It's big!" Ken complained "It feels so strange!"
"And you've got yours how far up mine?" Muriel reminded him.
Mary closed in against his back and pressed her breasts against him.
She reached around and played with his nipples. He was a little more
relaxed, but the reality was that he was trapped.
Mary already had the thing in his butt and his best course was to
fuck Muriel's ass and try not to think too much about his wife fucking
his. They fell into a kind of syncopated rhythm. The thing in his ass was
making Ken's cock harder than it had ever been before. He used it to take
out his reversal of fortune on the one that he suspected planned it.
"You're right! It is big!" Muriel gasped as Ken drove into her
with a new motivation from the rear.
Mr. Jessup was tryng to get the Mrs. to leave, but it was obvious
which one was the leader in their house. There was a bit of a smile on
Mrs. Jessup's face as she watched Mary fuck her husband.
When Bill slipped behind Mary to complete the grouping, the Mrs.
folded and they did get up together.
"You're just proving you're perverts!" she snarled at the four
copulators. "We should have known that perverts are just perverts and
might do anything!"
They didn't get any reaction. None of the groans were directed at
them. They were mostly from Ken and mostly directed at the god of
confusion. He had some concerns about taking it in the ass. Most of
them had nothing to to with the basic physical feat.
He was wondering how manly he was if his wife butt-fucked him. He
stayed in the confusion as Bill bumped into Mary, bumping her into Ken
and Ken into Muriel. They fucked with this wave-delayed thrusting until
Ken couldn't take it any more.
Then he gained another perspective on having his wife boning him.
He bored deep into Muriel's warm hole, bumped hard on her generous ass
and couldn't hold back.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming up your ass!" he announced.
And then it was no more voluntary than having the dildo in his butt.
The hard nub in his anus was ordering his prostate to give Muriel more.
It was being fucked out of him from the inside. It didn't just feel that
way. The dildo was making him cum and cum and cum some more. It felt so
good it hurt.
Mary replaced the pain in his ass with a clawing grip on his
shoulders. Bill had started to drive hard into her and Mary bent back,
pulling the dildo from Ken's ass, to meet his onslaught. Her nails dug
into Ken as Bill took advantage of the straighter path and reamed into
her with all his energy.
When Bill came, they all rolled into their own zones to recover.
"What was up with putting that thing in my ass?" Ken asked
everybody.
"Oh go on, you liked it. All men do, just some of them can't get
past their hang-ups about it being queer," Muriel said. "If you like a
finger, you'll love a dildo and what's the real difference?"
The difference was that his ass felt like an open barn door. Then
he thought of Brad's huge honker going up Mary's ass and decided he'd
get little sympathy from the women because his ass felt like it was
gaping open. They all probably felt the same way.
"I'll bet Muriel is still shitting out your cum next week," piped
up the only one that hadn't had anything in his ass. "It really makes
you shoot your cum out at about 500 miles an hour, doesn't it?"
Ken put away all his retorts about seeing Bill get it in the ass
when he noticed the Jessups were gone.
"And what about those people?" Ken asked, pointing to the bed
where they had been.
"The Jetsons were piss ants," Bill decreed.
"Well, they weren't much on personality," Muriel said. "They
pissed Bill off before they got two steps in the room."
"Thought I was the butler- didn't recognize me they said," Bill
spat out.
"Treated us like we were for their amusement," Muriel conceded,
"But I thought we would turn that around on them when they saw their
little game wasn't stopping us from being hugely satisfied."
"And I brought out the artilery," Bill said. "I knew they
wouldn't stand up to the four of us fucking. Whatever their game, I
knew four of us banging each other would take them out of control and
put them on the sidelines."
"No need to bother about this any more," Muriel said, "You two
were marvelous and I bet even Ken had fun."
There was a sore point in Bill's handling of the situation and
Muriel was obviously trying to gloss over it. The Wilsons didn't want
to see them fight. They were willing to drop it.
"Well, it was something new." Ken said. "And I've got to admit
that I have a lot more sympathy for what you go through when I'm
working to pave your dirt road."
Ken felt all right in the morning. He didn't think any more about
it and it no longer confused him. He only wanted to give Mary the fuck
she deserved for being pretty and arousing and close enough for him to
jump on.
"So how do we feel about those people in the elevator?" Mary
asked after Ken had fucked himself to a nice morning pick-me-up.
"I thought we'd pretty much figured that out," Ken said. "You
know how I feel. Except for having Brad along, I like the idea."
It proved to be an interesting morning. They met Muriel in the
hall and she informed them that she had seen the maids cleaning out the
Jessup's room.
They went to the front desk to confirm their drinks with the
foreigners, the Mamaunas, and found out more of the story.
"It was like she was dragging him out of the place by the dick,"
Jenny reported. "It was like this place was poison."
"I guess they saw some things that made them uncomfortable," Mary
said and proceeded to give Jenny the quick version of the night before.
"Nobody liked them," Jenny confided. "She was the first to turn
Brad down in a long time. He didn't want me either. They didn't claim
fidelity, either, just disinterest."
They actually explored the town that day. It was a living monument
to our Western heritage and almost as interesting as the monotone
of the brochure pointing out historic places.
When they returned they still hadn't thought much about their
impending meeting with the Mamaunas. They both were reluctant to bring
it up since they knew there was a difference of opinion.
Brad ended up sitting at the bar with them and the three hopeful
conquests that afternoon. Afterwards, Ken admitted that it was a good
idea. Nodding and giving a 'thumbs up' wouldn't have given either of
the groups the understanding of the terrain that Brad's interpretaion
provided.
"He says you- how do I say this?- don't take enough credit for
yourselves," Brad translated. "He knows what he saw and the others are
putting on masks- that's pretending. The others are pretending."
The Mamaunas were unanimous in seeing the Wilsons as the closest
match to their attitudes. It wasn't just that they had watched Mary
blow Ken outside. The women spoke of body language from Mary in the
elevator.
"And what is it that they need this attitude to do?" Mary asked.
"They just don't want you to pull back," Brad said. "They think
most of our guests can't choke the snake- that is, come out and admit
their real desires. They're blocked by taboos."
"Choke a snake?" Ken asked.
"That's an interesting thing. It's part of a myth..." Brad began.
"Who cares," Mary cut off their linguistic discussion, "What part
can't you choke this snake over? There's something you're not telling
us. What's blocking your taboos."
Brad looked all around before he answered. He chattered to the
Mamaunas and then turned back to Mary.
"They like incest. They want to adopt you by tribal ritual so
you will all be fucking family. The old guy screws his daughter more
than his wife. He'll probably want to fuck her when you're together."
Brad said.
"And they don't have to cut anything or poke out anything in
this ritual?" Ken asked.
"They use paint," Brad said, "There'll probably be some sexual
touching since you're going to fuck anyway."
"And that's it?" Mary questioned, "He and Ken are going to have
to share the young one and they want us to be family so it's incest?"
"Mrs. Mamauna is interested in you," Brad said, "But that's not
so weird."
"Where do you fit in?" Ken asked.
"I don't," Brad said with a bit of a scowl, "They feel you can
communicate everything necessary to fuck all by yourselves. They don't
want me messing up the equation."
Ken was relieved and generously tried to relay his condolences to
Brad by saying, "They did let you do them when they got here, didn't
they?"
"The old lady did, and I shouldn't complain, but I was hoping for
a crack at the daughter," Brad said.
Mrs. Mamauna would have another tale to tell when they began to
gossip in charades later. Her version was that (hands wide apart) Brad
or Brad's dick (punch, punch, punch) was unimaginative and (beating
her chest) he was macho (hands wide apart) Brad or Brad's dick
(pointing to herself with both thumbs) called attention to (thumbs up).
(Shaking her finger) No (hand making wave motion) natual or like nature
(punching fist) fuck. (Thumping chest, hands wide apart).
Brad thought his big cock was enough to please a woman. He was
big and he was proud of it. It wasn't that good. That was her story.
"It's going to be hard to call each other later to set up a
time," Brad said, back in the present. "On the other hand, you guys
can talk without offending each other and make the date or not
right now."
It wasn't a Mamaunas Ken had to be careful about offending. But
Mary winked at him and took the lead.
"I suppose he'll want me to suck his thing. Do they do that where
they come from? Is that why he's fascinated?" Mary asked.
"I think they stick it pretty much wherever it goes," Brad said.
"They are very free about sex."
"You're probably just better, dear," Ken said.
"Well, I don't know much about being with a woman," Mary started
slowly and then perked up, "But this might be an excellent opportunity
to learn about it."
She had taken all the hesitation on herself and then dismissed
it. Ken figured Brad had been suitably decoyed from the real reason
they had doubts. He took it as a point in the Mamauna's favor that they
didn't want Brad either.
There were never more teeth showing than when the Wilsons met
the Mamaunas in their room. They grinned and nodded, nodded and grinned
to get over the awkward first miutes.
The Mr. finally guided them to one of the beds and tugged gently
at their clothes. That was clear enough. They took off their clothes.
The women came back in the room wrapped in silk. It was one layer,
a yellowish transparent and very sexy. The Mr. was wearing a strange
loin cloth, or short skirt really, made of free swinging panels of
some stiff material. In any real sense they all were naked.
The teen began banging on a hollow bamboo with some sticks. The
man was grunting a lot of things as he set out his paint pots. He dipped
his hands in yellow and drew them down Mary's arms. He went into the red
pot with two fingers of each hand and drew a curve from between her
breasts, around them and to her shoulders. He painted her nipples blue.
He went back to red and drew a streak between her cuntlips as far
as the paint lasted up her belly. His wife climbed on the bed behind
Mary and began to grunt and shake.
Her wrap was unwrapping itself as she stood, bent-kneed and
thighs wide apart behind Mary. She wriggled and thrust her pelvis in
time to the clicks of the drum. She was exposed to just below her
breasts and moaning piteously when her husband began to paint again.
He put four stern strokes on Mary's forehead and then pushed her
back. Her head rested in his wife's crotch. She ground around on it,
grunting. He began shaking Mary by the arms and pulling her up from
the bed.
Ken enjoyed decoding the ritual. They were family because they
were going through this ritual of being born from their 'mother's'
cunt. Mr. Mamauna ended the ritual with a shocking slap of his yellow-
coated hand on Mary's ass. He made her stand still so the handprint
could dry on her ass.
Ken underwent a smiliar painting, but he must have been born of
himself since Mrs. Mamauna was the one that painted his cock (blue)
and kept at it until it stood erect. Then she feiged intercourse by
moving her hips just out of the reach of his blue hard-on.
His face was smeared with red on both sides as she grabbed his
head while she ground against the back of his skull. She pulled him up
and pushed him off the bed and no one whacked his rear.
Mr. Mamauna concluded the ritual by drawing a yellow cross on
his chest and then drawing one on Ken. He was careful to put Mary's
cross between the red lines on her chest. They were hugged all around.
Mr. Mamauna made the sign of his finger sliding in and out of the
circled fingers of the other hand and Brad smiled. It didn't take much
language to tell people it was time to fuck.
The arrangements weren't any harder to communicate. The man
tapped his chest and pointed to Mary. He pointed at Ken and then swept
his hand at both of the other women.
Well roll me in sorghum and let me be licked by bears, Ken thought
to himself. But he had blue paint all over his cock. He wondered how
that effected him. He pointed and shrugged. He pointed to his cock and
to his mouth.
The man was quizzical a moment and then decided Ken wasn't
indicating that he liked to suck his own cock. He licked Mary's
shoulder, showed Ken his yellow tongue and smacked his lips. Obviously
the paint was edible.
Ken decided he would wait to sample it. The question was, as he
settled between the two women, which cunt he would be eating it out of.
They both leaned against him, but did nothing more to make his choice
easier.
Mary was finding no such hesitation. The man didn't shove his cock
in her face as she had imagined, but he was aggressive with his tongue.
He was also fascinated with her breasts. For once, Mary had the biggest
tits in the room.
He also wanted to feed her red paint he had dug out of her pussy
with his finger. That got him very excited. Between his nipple-sucking
and his finger and his tongue Mary got pretty excited herself.
She was ready for him when he climbed between her thighs and
pushed his cock inside her. Mary supposed the missionary position was
not routine for him and that he was excited by trying it.
Ken made his choice based on impeccable reasoning. He was more
likely to get it up for the young girl after he had sampled the mother
than the other way around. He turned and began kissing the elder Mamauna.
The young girl ruined his blue pussy plans by bending down to lick
his cock. Ken realized it wasn't just up to him. He had been given both
of them and both of them were going to participate. Somehow that didn't
disturb him too much.
Mrs. Mamauna pushed him down onto the bed and hovered over, kissing
him. Miss Mamauna clambered up on the bed to kneel perpendicular and
continued to suck his cock. Ken changed his evaluation from participate
to dictate.
Mr. Mamauna looked over and exclaimed something. It sounded like
"abba oogle boogie oogie oogie" to Mary. She turned her head in the
direction he was looking and saw the two women astride Ken. Mr. Mamauna
was 'oogieing' along slow and steady and Mary could watch the two women
play with her husband.
Mom had climbed on Ken's cock and daughter was astride his face.
He was buried in pussy and Mary hoped he was happy.
The women rode Ken like a camshaft. They cycled in opposing
directions through left, right, middle with synchronized timing. Mary
watched the machine of sex turn until Mr. Mamauna shook her hips with
one hand and grunted something at her.
His thrusts picked up speed and Mary understood that he wanted
her to move with him. It was the best kind of hula as he filled her
with an imaginative pattern of thrusts and she was caught up in the
game of trying to guess with him.
Ken would have to fuck and suck the ladies Mamauna on his own.
Mary was distracted by the energetic man between her legs. She turned
her attention to her ingenious lover. He was well worth the attention.
Ken was making all sorts of muffled noise into the younger
Mamauna like he was ready to pop and Mr. Mamauna seemed to be just
finding his stride. His game of 'snake explorer' or 'find the hot spot'
was just settling into ramming his dick into the hot spots he found
while the snake explored.
Maybe it was ancient tribal custom or at least some benefit of
ancient tribal custom that they let the guests come first. Ken and
Mary came close to having a simultaneous orgasm even thought they were
each surrounded by different partners.
Mr. and Mrs. Mamauna took much longer, but seemed resigned to that
in their own ways. Miss Mamauna stayed seated on Ken's face until she
had ridden his tongue to hers. Mr. Mamauna rolled the satisfied Mary
into a twisted pose where her torso still lay mostly on her back and
her hips were twisted mostly on top and came in at a sideways angle to
drive his cock in her until he finished some time later.
Mary didn't quite catch her second wave to come along with him,
but that made her ripe when Mrs. Mamauna pushed her husband away and
let Mary sink onto her back again. Then the Mrs. was in the Mr.'s
place humping against her in a twat crushing exercise that Mary found
quite stimulating. Mary raised her legs to let the Mrs. hit the spots
better and had her second orgasm in the woman's arms.
Ken was odd man out for a while. Miss Mamauna's rear looked
inviting as it stuck high in the air while she sucked her father's dick
but Ken was in no condition to take her up on the invitation. He sat
and watched her suck him and Mrs. Mamauna slide over Mary for a
mutual mouth-munch. That was interesting in itself, he found.
While the red swipes on Miss Mamauna's thighs from where she
had rubbed them when she rode Ken's face were kind of comical, the yellow
handprint on Mary's ass seemed sexy. It seemed to wave at him as Mary
squirmed under the Mrs.'s active tongue.
He lay back for a bit to see if he could catch Mary's eye, but
she was busy making her face purple with the combined paints that
were smeared in Mrs. Mamauna's crotch. He took what pleasure he
could from watching the hot 69 and waited to see what came next.
Next, Mr. Mamauna turned his daughter around to avail himself
of the pose that had tempted Ken. Miss Mamauna seemed to tease her
father by keeping that ass as high in the air as she could and making
him reach to get deep in it. Mr. Mamauna seemed to like making the
effort.
Maybe she was hypnotized by the snake. Maybe she was attracted
by the movement, but the young Mamauna crept forward- thrust at a
time- as Ken's cock began to stir.
Her mouth was already blue from sucking it before. It made perfect
sense to Ken. What was left of the blue paint on his cock should be
re-united with what was left of the blue paint in her mouth. It just
seemed right when she sucked his cock in.
It seemed to please Mr. Mamauna. Ken couldn't tell if he was
excited watching his daughter suck a cock, but it did bring her ass
down to where he could get his cock in her pussy harder and deeper.
As far as that went, it was something extra to Ken to watch
a girl blow him while she was getting fucked from behind. He'd
never seen that before and it wasn't too likely that it would become
commonplace enough to bore him.
As Ken became more and more aroused, Miss Mamauna began trying
to evade her father's thrusts. Now that Ken was getting ready, she
was done pleasing daddy.
Mr. Mamauna shrugged, slapped her hard enough on the ass to
make her cry out and pulled out of her. He already made a yellow
handprint on Mary's ass. He decided to put his hand in it.
Miss Mamauna climbed up on Ken. As she rubbed herself on the
head of his prick to open herself, Ken saw eyes that wanted to devour
him in the face of this girl. They could swear she was 19, but Ken
didn't think she could be 17. That look of hunger in that young face
gave Ken a little boost as Miss Mamauna was trying to push down and
get him inside her.
Feeling Mr. Mamauna's hand on her ass, Mary reached back and
pulled open her other cheek. Whether she meant to communicate she
wanted anal sex is still a question, even to Mary, but it did give
Mr. Mamauna a cue.
Mr. Mamauna saw Mary open her ass and let her cute little
butthole stare up at him. He wasn't sure if it was an invitation
either. He decided to make a test. He pushed his finger against Mary's
anus.
Well if he wants that, I guess, Mary thought to herself and
made the most vigous nodding- much to the Mrs.'s delight. It looked
like an eager nod to Mr. Mamauna. He started rubbing something on
Mary's asshole.
There she is, the ass whore, giving it up to every man with
a dick she knows, Ken joked to himself. He thought the things he
wanted to do were wild. Now he knew he'd have to strain to think
of things wild enough for Mary. He hoped they would make up for lost
time.
And then Miss Mamauna was riding Ken's cock and Mr. Mamauna was
fucking Mary in the ass while the two women continued to eat each
other through everything. Mary remembered noticing something that she
eventually identified as someone fucking her in the ass, but she
didn't think about it too hard or too long. It was just good. It all
was good.
Ken was having a bit more trouble with the 16-year-old Mamauna.
It wasn't her age, it was the way she seemed to be demanding something
he wasn't giving her. She had a sour look on her face and kept throwing
her hips back so hard that it bent his cock. Finally she made a disgusted
face and tried to pull Ken over on top of her.
Ken wasn't sure what she wanted- maybe hide the fact she liked a
man on top? Whatever it was, the more important thing was what Ken was
going to give her. He stopped halfway in the transition from bottom
to top and instead turned Miss Mamauna's bottom up.
She was the damn teenager. She had to do what he said. And she
could make all the faces she wanted to. He wasn't going to be looking at
that end of her.
After that, she seemed to like it. Maybe she just liked to know you
were her big, strong daddy so she'd feel safe as you bored out her hole.
Anyway she seemed to like it, however she had acted with dad.
Mary swears she doesn't remember Mr. Mamuna cumming, but by that
time she did realize someone was fucking her in the ass. Ken was pretty
sure Miss Mamauna knew when he came, because he kinda grabbed her and
kinda lifted her up and kinda rammed her down on his cock while he
was shooting off in her. For himself, he remembered the tingle as he
came deep inside her without asking anyone if it was all right.
When they got back to their own room, Mary told Ken he should
fuck her ass for her since she didn't really remember being butt-fucked.
Ken accused her of taunting a cripple.
They awoke the next morning a little bit happy a little bit sad.
Real life wasn't going to find them in the sack five times a day and
that was sad to leave, but happy because the times they were in the sack
now would be better- great times.
Mary proved that by playing in the shower. She soaped his body with
hers and he soaped her body with his. And when they were all warm and
slippery Mary washed off his dick and squatted down to suck it.
The water beating agsint his belly as Mary sucked his cock had
Ken's thighs shaking. Mary Let him figner her as they kissed and then
bent forward with her hands against the wall for Ken to fuck.
She only let him get the feel before she scampered out of the
bathroom and plopped down on a towel spread on the bed. She lifted her
legs in the air for him. He came between them and she bent her knees
over his shoulders.
She moved. Her butt was hanging off the bed by her legs on his
shoulders and she used her purchase to grind her butt against him.
"Isn't this great, honey," she said. "Doesn't it feel just like
from behind, but you can see each other?"
That wasn't quite it, but Ken was happy all the same. He was
going very deep inside her and she was making every inch interesting
with her squirming on his thrusts. He reached down and squeezed her
breasts. Now that was a reason to fuck her this way.
It was better than anything they'd ever done before they came to
the Tinkle Creek Hotel. And it was just them- Ken and Mary really
free with each other at last. There wasn't much they were going to do
to top this weekend, so they didn't have to worry that the other would
think anything was too strange to ask.
And Damn it! they did love each other. They had loved each other
enough to put up with the sorry life they had before. How positively
hilarious that just what they thought might drive them apart was the
thing that brought them together. Just clearing the air as the big step-
just talking it out. And then they had found how far that could take
them if they went together.
They saw a familiar group at the airport. It was the Mamaunas and
they wondered how they were managing. They went over.
"Look, it's the Wilsons," said Mrs. Mamauna.
"You speak English!" Mary was shocked.
"Don't be embarrassed," she said, "You said nice things that you
didn't think we could understand."
"But why?" Ken asked.
"Just for the reasons we said- in our native language," Mr.
Mamauna answered. "Our customs are different. And for another that seems
obvious, so we didn't have to debate our ways endlessly."
"And she...?" Mary pointed to the teen.
"Pepe is our daughter and that part is a lot of hooey," Mrs.
Mamauna said. "Our native customs are more severe on incest than yours.
I think that's why George wants to break the taboos so bad."
"Haven't you been watching when our daughter fucks me?" George
protested. "I don't have to be driven by some fetish to want to put
my dick in her."
"Daa-aaaaaad!" Pepe whined. "Don't talk about it that way."
"What is this? Are you going mainland on us?" George accused Pepe.
"No," she said, "I just like the story of the snake and the cave
better. It sounds real gross in English."
"And why do you let George get away with fucking Pepe?" Mary
asked.
"Because he's my husband and that's what he wants," she said and
then qualified that, "He still scratches my itch regularly enough. And
he understands that I like a woman's touch too."
"But you have Pepe," Mary said.
"A greedy and lazy girl at the best," she said. "Enough to curb
a craving, but hardly a feast."
"It's boring. Licking and licking and licking- it's just not my
thing," Pepe protested. "But I let you do me, don't I?"
"Who wouldn't?" Mary piped up, taking Mrs. M's side.
They were a strange family with strange family problems, not very
different from normal families with normal family problems. But they
talked openly about them.
That had been Mary and Ken's lesson to learn. As they said their
good-byes and waddled, sore crotched, to their own flight, they
realized that it was a lesson that just might stick.
Neither of them could think of a better way to have a revelation
than while fucking up a storm on every available cock and in every
available cunt. It wasn't something they were likely to soon forget.
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