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“I wouldn’t blame
you if you had beaten her a pulp. Teach
that whore a lesson!”
“Now, Ed. I’m not the sort of guy that uses a woman
for a punching bag. I hate bastards
like that. But I came close, too close…
“The afternoon
dragged by. I didn’t get a whole lot
done, fretting that I somehow had lost her, but how in the hell could I keep
her? I’d never find another girl that
was as uninhibited…wanton…and downright sluttish as Kaylee was. I liked that about her, I loved her for it,
but it just didn’t sit quite right with me that she was doing other guys behind
my back. It wasn’t the sex. It was the deception. I didn’t like that. I didn’t like that one whit.
Five rolled around
and I considered going over to the Holiday Inn to talk to her, but I knew she
wouldn’t like that, so I headed for the gym.
I needed a hard workout, a workout to exhaustion, and I did my best to do
that. Returning to the apartment, I
ran into Randy.
“Hey man! What’s up?”
“Nothing much,” I
lied.
“Say, Ramona fixed a
lasagna for tonight. Ya wanna join us
for dinner?”
“Uhhh.”
“She makes one hell
of a lasagna!”
I really didn’t feel
up to hanging around the apartment alone and I was hungry. Besides, as I said, Ramona is something to
behold.
“Uhhh, yeah,
sure! What time?”
“Seven?”
I looked at my
watch; it was already past six thirty.
“Seven will be fine, gives me a chance to change.”
Randy looked me
over. “You’re dressed just fine.”
The only thing I had
on was my faded gym shorts. It felt
kind of odd to go to someone’s home for dinner just wearing gym shorts, but
then I realized I had never seen Randy with a shirt on and I had never seen
Ramona in anything but one of her minimalist bikinis. “I still need to get another shower.”
“Okay dude, but we
dress casually. If we dress at all,” he
added with a laugh. “Its apartment
247.”
I went upstairs,
showered, and dressed in some clean gym shorts, a wife-beater shirt and my
sandals. Randy greeted me at the
door.
“C’mon in man! Leave the frigging shoes,” he said pointing
to a pile of flip-flops and sneakers by the door, “we don’t want a bunch of
shit tracked all over the carpet.”
He was still in his
baggy swimsuit, and not surprisingly barefoot and with no shirt. Ramona was in a bright yellow bikini that I
hadn’t seen before. The top was just as
small as her other outfits but the bottoms were practically nonexistent, just
strings, strings that disappeared into her cracks. She too was barefoot, but her ankle and toes where festooned with
an assortment of anklets and toe rings.
Randy had the
backgammon board already set up and waiting for a contest.
“Honey, bring us a
couple of beers!”
Ramona fetched two
beers from the fridge and brought them to us.
“Turn around,
Honey.” She slowly turned to give me a
good look at her from all angles.
“Shit!” I muttered.
“Nice, uh? Love that bikini, but she can’t wear it
outside, at least not around here.
Makes ya hard, uh?”
“Yeah, you could say
that.”
“Hear that
Honey. You’re making George all
hard!” He laughed, handed me one of the
dice. “C’mere baby, and give me some good luck.”
Ramona stood next to
her husband with her back to me while Randy rubbed her exposed buttocks for
good luck. We each rolled one die to
see who got first roll. Randy won the
roll. He slapped her on the butt
exclaiming, “Way to go Babe! Now run
along woman, you’re distracting me!”
With the intensity
of a gamer who always played to win, Randy began the game. Thanks to Kaylee, I was pretty much an even
match for Randy, a fact that he both relished and loathed, relishing his
victories and loathing his losses to me.
The guy was intense, talking to the dice, invoking God’s help to roll
this combo or that, yelling in glee when got his roll, crying in agony when I
hit him, and just having a good time.
Every time he had a
particularly low chance of making the roll he needed, he’d call Ramona over and
rub her yummy ass for good luck. Sometimes it
worked and sometimes it didn’t.
We finished the game
after he doubled me and I redoubled him, with Randy coming out on top with the
help of a few long shot rolls blessed by the incredible buns of his wife. Statistically I should of had him. He shouted and hooted in glee at his
victory, knowing full well that he lucked out and next time I would probably whip his ass.
Ramona called us to
the table. Randy was right, she made
one hell of a lasagna. It had to be the
best I ever had. I reluctantly declined
a third slice, not the least because if I had accepted, Ramona would have
gotten up to get it, and she was something to see in that bikini.
After we helped her
clear the table, load the dishwasher and cleanup the kitchen, we all went into the
living area. I sat on the sofa while
Randy and Ramona stood next to each other, with his arm around her waist.
“George, what I am
about to ask ya goes no further than this apartment.”
“Uh, sure Randy.
Okay.”
“I have your word?”
“Sure.”
“I can trust ya?”
“My word is my
bond.”
“Good…Ramona and me,
we’ve talked about this. We like
ya. You’re fun and Ramona thinks you’re
a hunk. We don’t know your girl friend,
but we have heard that she’s a cutie.”
“Yes, she’s
cute. I told you that.”
“Yeah, but my
sources have confirmed that.”
“Sources? What sources? What have you heard about her?
”
“Never mind about
that, but normally we wouldn’t have ya over like this without your lady.”
“She’s working
tonight.”
“Yeah, we
know…listen, what we want to know is…would ya like to join us tonight?”
“Join what?”
“Ya know. Join us in a little three-way sex. Ya know,
fuck her.”
While that statement
sank into my skull, he pulled the two strings to Ramona’s top and she let it
fall to the floor. Whoa! Standing behind her with his arms wrapped
around to her incredible tits, he lewdly tweaked up her nipples with his
fingers.
“How about it? Ya wanna to join me in fucking my slut
wife? Later ya can return the favor
with your slut girlfriend.”
I’d had a hard on
ever since I walked in the door that night and I needed relief in the worst
way. I wasn’t about to say no.
“I’d love to fuck
her,” I answered breathlessly and forgetting about my problems with
Kaylee.
Randy untied the two
sides of her bottoms. It didn’t fall to
the floor, but dangled from between her labia like a tassel. Randy then undid the drawstring of his
swimming trunks and shucked them, while I still sat, not yet believing what was happening.
Randy was kissing
her neck and shoulders while mauling her big mammaries for my benefit. She had her hands reaching back, caressing
her husband’s head, the effect being that her tits appeared to be even
larger. Planting a kiss on her
shoulder, he looked at me, they both looked at me, with salacious grins spread
across their faces.
Randy nuzzled into
Ramona’s ear, whispering to her, whispering loud enough for me to hear. “Spread your legs slut. I’m gonna fuck that slut cunt of yours right
where I am. Spread’em bitch! Let’s show our friend what a nasty slut ya
really are.”
Ramona spread her
long legs apart, planting her feet about two feet apart. Randy reached around, and yanked the hung-up
bottoms from the lips her totally bald pussy.
Lewdly he rubbed her pussy for a moment to juice it up, then squatting, he directed his cock to his wife’s pussy and drove it up into
her cunt. While he fucked her from the
rear standing, Ramona played with her luscious jugs.
I’ve watched a lot
of porno, but I’d seen nothing that compared to what I was treated to. Like I said, they’re exhibitionists and
their one-man audience was enjoying every moment of their licentious
performance.
Her bare pussy lips
flexed in and out with the slow rhythmic motion of his cock sluicing in and
out. Randy reached around her
hips. With his fingers he spread her
open to display her large clit, excited and poking out from it’s protective
hood. The air filled with a lurid, wet
smacking sounds and the unmistakable odor of aroused pussy.
Her stomach muscles
began a controlled undulation, making quite clear the real meaning behind the
starburst tattooed around her deep navel.
It became a pussy, a big hairy pussy that was pulsating with desire,
beckoning me to copulate with her. I
was almost ready to cum in my shorts.
I wasn’t too sure
how I would fit in the lurid tableau before me, but I knew one thing, it was
time to get naked and press some flesh.
With my thick cock jutting forth, I slowly approached them, giving
Ramona a good look at the dick that was destined to screw her.
“Look at his dick,
slut,” her husband hissed. “He’s going
fuck ya with that dick as soon as I’m done fucking ya. Ya want his dick?
“Yesssss!”
“Ya want him t’fuck
ya with that dick?”
“Yessssss!”
“Ya wanna suck that
dick?”
“Yessss!”
Pressing into her,
our lips meet in a long protracted kiss.
We exchanged globs of saliva while her husband continued his prattle
while fucking her. “Ya want his big
dick up your ass, slut?”
“Mmmmmmm,” she
moaned into my mouth in reply.
“Suck her tits
George. This god damned slut likes her
tits sucked while she’s being fucked.
Don’t ya slut?”
“Yessssss!”
Sounded like a plan
to me. Leaning forward, I sucked in one
of her incredibly large nipples and swirled my tongue around it. I nibbled and gently bit her fat teat,
pulling on it with my teeth, releasing it and blowing cool air across it to
chill it, and then sucking back into my warm mouth. Ramona groaned in pleasure, stimulated by the pleasure/pain that
she was receiving until she had to cover with her hand the now too-sensitive
tissue that I had enflamed. I simply moved over and started in on her left tit. Nice thing about women and two tits, when
one tit has had enough and is just too sensitive, the other is ready and
waiting for a similar treatment.
While I wallowed and
played in big-boob-heaven, her husband slowly and lewdly fucked her. My back was beginning to ache from feasting
bent over when she finally pushed me away from her now sore left tit. I attempted to suckle the right one again
but she pulled my head up to kiss me.
Between kisses she whispered, “Rub my cunny. Rub my cunny with your dick Daddy. Rub it and make it feel good.”
Now I’d been with a
lot of girls, having taken to heart my Dad’s advice when I was in high school
to “fuck every girl that’s willing.”
But it had always been a one-on-one affair, a girl and me. I’d seen a lot of group fucks on porno
flicks, but I’d never experienced any thing like this. Her request to ‘rub my cunny Daddy’ while
her husband was fucking that same cunny didn’t make a whole lot of sense until
Randy told me to “rub your dick on her clit.”
Now rather than
leaning forward, I had to lean back and somehow get a least one leg between her
legs so that I could poke at her cunt while it was filled with her husband’s
cock. Fortunately with 8 full inches, I
could get in where a shorter man might have had a problem. While Randy spread apart her lips, I got the
hang of what they wanted me to do, namely rub the fat head of my cock over her
clit while Randy continued to fuck her.
With two dicks and
three hands in such close proximity, it was virtually impossible for no
male-to-male contact to take place. The
first few times that I rubbed my cock against his or brushed my dick across his
fingers, I was alarmed, but after a while I just sort of accepted it. Randy sure didn’t seem to mind, and as for
Ramona, she was lost somewhere in the outer reaches of sexual blissdom.
“Cum on my dick, ya
fuckin’ slut,” Randy hissed. “Squeeze
it you fucking whore, squeeze it!”
Suddenly I felt
Randy grasp my cock and push it up against his cock. He slipped out and he pushed me in. As I slid in, her pussy clamped down. It seemed to be trying to expel me. Then the vaginal contractions would ease and I slid in deeper
only to he stopped by the tightening of her constricting fuck tunnel around my
dick.
“Ya like his big
dick, slut?”
“Yesssss!”
“Ya like it in ya
slutty cock socket?”
“Yessss!”
“Are ya a slut,
baby?”
“Yessss!”
“Ya momma know what
ya do?”
“Noooo!”
“Does ya daddy know
what a slutty girl ya are?”
“Yessss!"
“Yeah, he knows what
slut his baby girl is. Don’t he?”
“Yessss!”
“Does ya daddy like
ya slimy pussy?”
“Yesssss.”
“Yeah, that’s right,
he does. Don’t he, slut?”
“Yesssss.”
“Who’s ya daddy?”
“Daddy!”
“Who’s ya fuck
daddy?”
“You baby, you.”
“But ya know ya real
daddy wants to fuck ya?”
“Yesssss!”
“That’s right slut,
every man likes to fuck a whore like you. Ya like your daddy fuckin’ ya. Don’t ya, slut? Ya like the feel of his big ole dick inside ya. Don’t ya?”
“Yesssss. Ohhhhh, fuck me Daddy, fuck me!”
I didn’t realize it
at the time, but in their world of sexual fantasy mixed with reality, I had
been assigned the role of her old man, taking incestuous liberties with his
slut daughter. Over time it was a game
that we would play quite often, with many variations, sometimes I was her
daddy, sometimes I was her Paw-Paw, sometimes I was Bubba, sometimes I was her
preacher, sometimes I was her doctor, and sometimes I was big black buck. Whatever, Ramona really got her rocks off on
it.
Randy reached
between her legs and pushed me by the groin to pull out. As soon as I did, he slid back in. For the next twenty minutes or so, we
alternated, each fucking her for a minute or so, before yielding her juicing
cunt to the other’s cock.
“Ya daddy’s gonna
cum in your slut cunt, bitch! Your
Paw-Paw too. Ya want your own daddy to
cum in your pussy?”
“Yeessss.”
“Ya want your old
Paw-Paw to cum in your pussy too?”
“Yeessss.”
“Ya nasty, fuckin' whore!”
All this talk about
cumming had me cumming and with a fantastic release, I came in Ramona’s slut
cunt.
“All a slut like you
is good for is for fuckin'. Ain’t it
whore?”
“Yesssss.”
Ramona had been weak
kneed for some time as Randy and I took turns.
Sandwiched between us, we had been supporting her as we fucked her. Once I pulled out for good and stepped back
a little, she sort of flopped forward.
I prevented her from falling on her face and held her bent over while
her husband pummeled her pussy from behind.
There was a bead of sweat along the trace of her spine that tracked
across the tasteful tattoo on the small of her back before it disappeared in
the cleft between her lovely buns.
With his tongue
hanging out of his mouth to one side like some sort of cartoon pervert, Randy
was perspiring too as he labored mightily to get his rocks off. Gripping her hips firmly to hold her in
place, he slammed into her like a jackhammer causing her beautifully full butt
cheeks to quake delightfully with the repeated impacts.
With a grimaced look
on his bearded face, he planted himself firmly and deeply, grinding his groin
into her buttocks, shouting, “Your Paw-Paw’s cumming, ya dirty, fuckin’ slut of
a whore! I’m cumming! Oh, baby yessss! Squeeze it ya slut bitch!
Squeezeeeee, ahhhhhhhh, dammmmmn!”
Releasing his grip
on her hips, she just sort of crumpled to floor. His dick springing from her cunt, sending his last good spurt
flying through the air to splatter across the back of her legs. Out of breath and panting, he stood over his
prostrate wife with his dick still stiff and drooling while it throbbed, looking quite the part
of the victorious barbarian.
He looked up at me
with a dazed look and said, “Man, that was fuckin’ good! I need me a brew.” Leaving his fucked out wife lying at my feet, the big brute
turned to retrieve two beers, revealing to me for the first time the tattoo of
Felix the Cat on one butt cheek and Mickey Mouse on the other.
We stood about,
swigging our beers with Ramona swooning on the floor. With his foot, Randy rolled her onto her back, and then with the
same foot, spread her legs apart, exposing her aroused pussy. Glistening with sexual secretions, her red
inner labia obscenely protruded from between her flushed and somewhat swollen
outer lips.
“Look at that slut’s
sweet pussy. Ever seen anything as
pretty as that?”
“No, I suppose, not.”
“Your girl have a
nice pussy?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Hey, look man, this
whore’s coming back to life. Tell ya
what. How ‘bout if we roll the dice to
see who gets first dibs on that fresh-baked cream pie?”
Not waiting for my
reply, Randy went and retrieved the dice from the backgammon board giving me a
moment to think about it. Now, I like
eating pussy, even when it’s a little ripe, about as well as I like fucking
pussy. But licking some other guy’s cum
from a cunt…Well, during the preceding twenty-four hours I had had some time to
think about doing that very thing… when Kaylee got home from work every
night. Only difference was I just
didn’t know it at the time.
Randy handed one of
the dice to me. He started shaking his
die, chanting, “C’mon six! C’mon
six!” I figured that if he was willing
to play, he probably wouldn’t think of me as being some sort of pervert if I
played. Casting his die to the floor,
he exclaimed, “Damn! A three! C’mon George, show me what ya got.” I began shaking mine and he chanted, “C’mon
two! C’mon two!” I threw my die to the
floor. “God damn! A four! Ya win, good buddy!”
As I settled in
between her legs and got up close to her engorged, dripping pussy, I wasn’t so
sure about collecting my prize as the winner.
But I couldn’t just wimp out, not now.
If I did, I might not ever get invited back. I looked up at George, his eyes sparkling. I said, “Well, at least I know you.” A puzzled look formed on his face. Face first, I dove into her sopping cunt.
It didn’t taste bad
or at all disgusting. In fact it just
tasted like pussy. Of course it tasted
like pussy, or at least spermy pussy as I was now use to that taste. Then I realized that, hell I love that
taste. Having conquered my initial
misgivings, I settled in to enjoy myself with her.
Even though it was
on the same basic plan, Ramona’s pussy was very different from Kaylee’s. Whereas Kaylee is petite, even in the pussy
department, Ramona was a relatively big pussyed girl. Her man-in-boat had to be well over an inch long and seemed to
rise at least a half inch. Whereas
Kaylee had a nubbin, Ramona had a knob, a knob that was easy to suck into my
mouth.
While I salivated,
licked and explored around her succulent sluice, Randy lay down beside us,
head-to-toe with his wife. I felt her
leg being manipulated and even though I couldn’t see what he was up to, I
caught on when she stuck his toe into her mouth. I had never considered toe sucking to be particularly erotic, but
the way she mouthed and slobbered over his big toe, I got hard again.
Pressing my fingers
into her perineum, between her
cunt hole and anus, I attacked her clit with gusto, furiously swiping at it
with my tongue at the one o’clock position.
The combo had its desired effect and she soon began bucking her hips and
squeezing my head with her thighs as the intense orgasm swept over her.
The thigh-grip
around my ears eased and having had quite enough for the moment, she pushed my
head away from her cunt. I slid up her
body and slid my cock back into her welcoming cunt. As I began humping her, Randy pulled his foot from her mouth and
sat up.
Even though I knew
that Randy is a professional masseur, what happened next surprised me. He began rubbing the back of my legs, then
rubbing my butt, and then my back while I screwed his wife. It was really weird because while it was
sexual, it really wasn’t supposed to be sexual, but then again I wasn’t too
sure about that either. I didn’t know
whether to jump up in alarm or just enjoy it.
I figured that as long as he was just rubbing and kneading my muscles
I’d be okay, but if he got funny and went for my asshole or something, I was
prepared to bolt for door.
By the time he was
working on my shoulders, I became particularly alarmed because he was kneeling
and straddling me as he kneaded and rubbed.
Every time I thrust my hips back, my ass would brush against his cock
and he was clearly in an aroused state.
I was about to tell him to get the hell off when he finished his quick
massage and moved off to the side. He
put a hand on my hip and pushing, let me know that he wanted me to
rollover. I rolled, taking Ramona with
me. Randy climbed on top.
I felt Ramona’s
pussy getting tighter and tighter and realized that he was pushing his cock up
her ass. It became increasing difficult
for me to do anything. Planted deep in
her hot cunt, I stopped thrusting.
Randy began thrusting instead. I
could feel the bulk of his cock, sliding up and down on the underside of my
dick through the walls of her vagina.
Her pussy spasmed
around my cock, squeezing me so tightly I thought my dick might burst. All the while I could hear Randy calling her
a wanton slut whore, a slime ball tramp and other vindictives. Her vaginal contractions eased and Randy
stopped thrusting. I resumed fucking
her and Randy began chattering, “Oh, baby.
I can feel his dick fuckin’ your slut pussy! Oh, yeah ya nasty whore, that feels good! Don’t it whore?”
After a minute or
so, Randy began thrusting. It was
awkward at first, but soon we had established a rhythm, keying off the way she
was thrusting her hips. With the
incredible tightness of her pussy and added stimulation of Randy’s cock, I came
a lot sooner than I had expected.
“He’s cumming in
ya! I can feel ya daddy cumming in ya!”
he grunted. “Ya nasty fuckin’ whore…oh
baby, I’m getting’ there too. Yeah,
your Paw-Paw’s gonna cum in ya too, cum that slut ass of yours. Oh, yeah.
My balls are boiling! I’m cumming slut, I cumming!”
I wouldn’t have
believed it if I hadn’t experienced it first hand, but I too could feel his
cock pulsating as he unloaded in her ass moments after I was done.
Randy rolled off one
way and his wife rolled the other ending my first experience with three-way
fucking. Randy sat up his knees and
breathlessly asked, “Wanna a beer?”
Wasted, I looked
over at him and nodded yes.
“How about ya slut?”
“Yeah, baby,” she
whispered. “I’m really parched.”
“Hey, his dick’s all
wet. Why don’t ya suck on that ‘til I
get back?”
Thankfully, she
wasn’t up for it anymore than I was at the moment. That wasn’t the case for Randy.
Spent for the moment, I was sitting on the floor with my back against
the sofa. Randy let Ramona have a
single swig of beer and then made her get up on all fours. He had her crawl up to me and then ordered
her to “Suck on his god damned fucking dick, ya whore!”
I thought he was
going to fuck her again while she blew me, but instead he ate her ass out until
she sucked life back into my flagging cock.
Once she had me up, Randy moved around so she could suck on him. She alternated back and forth, from my cock
to Randy’s and back to mine, keeping me hard and getting a rise out of him.
Randy then lay on
the floor and had her mount him. As
soon as she had his cock up her snatch, Randy pulled her down. Pulling her ass cheeks apart, Randy turned
to me and said, “Fuck this whore’s ass!”
As I moved in, I saw for the first time the little ying-yang tattoo on
her right butt cheek near her asshole.
That double-fuck was
better than the first, at least for me.
First of all, I was on top and not being crushed. But best of all, with
her thin gut tightly shrouding my organ, it was sort of like having a condom on
in the sense that I could really feel her vagina rippling as Randy fucked
her. We screwed for fifteen minutes or
so before Ramona had had enough.
“Stop! That’s enough,” she pleaded as her final
orgasm began to fade. “Stop! Philadelphia! Please…enough.
Philadelphia!”
I thought that Randy
would say something like, “Tough shit, bitch.
We ain’t finished with ya yet.”
But Randy was uncharacteristically sensitive when he said, “Sure baby,
Philadelphia. George, quit fucking her!
She’s had enough… Get your fucking dick out of her ass, man!”
Later Randy told me
that ‘Philadephia’ was their safe-word and when either of them said it during
sex, especially rough sex, it was the signal to stop. I considered this and realized that it was a pretty good idea
when things got a bit wild. Kaylee and
I hadn’t used a safe-word and once I had gone a little too far with the games I
played with her nipples rings. After I
actually hurt her, I couldn’t tell if she was really suffering or just really
turned on and I wouldn’t let up until she was bleeding all over the place.
I slept with the
Burks that night. I figured that if
Kaylee had come home, she might not want me hanging around. Best if we had a little distance between us
and maybe she’d cool off a bit. I
certainly had. When I woke up in the
morning, Randy and Ramona were both sound asleep and I didn’t wake them. Back at the apartment I discovered that
Kaylee hadn’t come home, or at least she hadn’t slept there.
That afternoon when
I called her at work she said, “I’m working, George. I can’t talk to you now.”
“We need to talk.”
“We’ll talk later.”
“You didn’t come
home last night.”
“Can you blame me?”
“What did I do?”
“You scared me to
death, that’s what! I thought you were
going to beat me up.”
“I wouldn’t hurt
you.”
“You’ve hurt me
before.”
“That was sex. We got carried away.”
“You got carried
away.”
“Look, I’m
sorry.” There I said it. I caught my girlfriend having sex with some
proto- geezer and I’m the one apologizing.
Unbelievable!
“Well, you should
be.”
“I said I’m sorry.”
“Me too Baby,” she
said softly, the anger in voice having melted away. “Look, I gotta go. Why
don’t you come by tonight after Janet gets off?”
“Sure. Love you, babe.”
“I love you too
George. I love you with all my
heart. Byyyye.”