(MMF, FF, voy, exhib, MDom, mast, toys, anal, oral, cons)
by Art Martin
After Church on Sunday, Kyle instructs Tom & Trudy in the basics of anal sex...
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After church services the next day, Kyle dropped by to invite us over for hamburgers. Sounded good to us, so we changed out of our Sunday clothes and went over. By then he had the fire going in his grill with a nice bed of coals.
So, Trudy and Lydia are chatting in the kitchen. He comes up to my wife and runs his hands up under her t-shirt.
"Kyle! Mind your manners," scolded Lydia.
"I'd rather mind her tits, but she has a bra on.
"Here, turn around, Tru."
Trudy turned, he lifted the back of her shirt and unfastened her bra.
"Got the hint, baby? No bras..." Then he took the tray of raw hamburgers outside and began grilling.
While we drank beer, the girls had the leftover Chianti from the night before. We ate and played with his two boys outside for awhile then we watched a little basketball on the TV. The girls came out from the kitchen where they had been talking. Kyle rose and coming up to Trudy, brazenly groped her tit.
"Good girl!" he declared. "You follow directions well."
Turning to me, he said, "She lost her bra, Tom. How about if we take her next door and see if she's wearing any panties."
Bored with the basketball, two teams I could have care less about, I replied, "Sure, let's do it."
"You guys are terrible!" Lydia scolded.
"Just watch the kids, honey. We won't be long." With a sharp nod of his head, Kyle indicated to Trudy to get going, which she did.
Once inside our house he curtly tells her, "Lose the t-shirt." Without a trace of reluctance, Trudy pulled the t-shirt over her head.
"Now, lose the shorts."
Topless, she unbuttoned, unzipped and shimmed out of them.
"You win, Tom," he said. "She is wearing panties."
Turning back to her Kyle said, "Lose the panties."
I was amazed to see her be so compliant. It was like if he told her to squat and shit on the floor, she would have done it. Well, maybe not that, but...
"Okay, slut. Go sit in the chair." She went and sat in the club chair.
"Legs over the arm rests." Complying, she lewdly did as he asked.
"Nice pussy!" he laughed. "Now reach down and spread your cunt open."
Holding herself open, he walked up to her, reached down and flicked a finger on her exposed clit, causing her to jerk. He did it again, and again she jerked. The third time, she didn't jerk, but closed her eyes. He began rubbing it. Soon she was squirming in the chair, then bucking her hips as he continued to strum her clitoris. Her expression which at first had been stoic, now demonstrated agony, but she wasn't in agony per se, she was about to climax. And she did climax. As he continued stimulating her clit, she bucked about, her pussy opening and closing like a goldfish gulping air.
Suddenly her shoulders slumped and she stopped bucking. Kyle let her be, but told her to stay where she was. Turning to me said, "Have some mercy on this slut and give the girl some dick."
I shucked my shorts and with my drooling cock bobbing, walked across the room to my wife. Leaning over her and bracing myself on the backrest of the club chair, I slid my dick into my wife, who was already suffering from sexual overload.
"Oh, yes!" she hissed. "Oh, yes! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me with your cock. Fuck meeeeee!!!!"
I'd never seen her like this before, so turned on and so sexed up that she was nearly delirious. I banged away at her with a furious pace. All too soon, I shot my load into her. Spent, I staggered back.
"Stay as you are, slut!" he barked. He pulled something from his pocket. It was white, long and slender with a tapered tip. He switched the vibrator on and put to her clit.
"Oh, my god!" she squealed. "Oh, oh, oh, OH!" Quickly she began cumming again, and as her cunt spasmodically contracted, my fresh load of semen shot from her cunt, onto the club chair and onto the floor.
Kyle was greatly amused by all this. So amused that he dropped his shorts and underwear and stuck his cock in her. "Damn, this slut's cunt's gonna squeeze my cock off!" he declared, apparently momentarily stuck in her cock socket.
He pulled free and began giving her the rod. The smacking sound of groin slamming into wet groin filled the room as he fucked my wife like a jack rabbit. He slowed, his buttocks clinching. Pulling out of her, a long strand of cum connected them briefly before breaking.
He strolled over to the sofa and sat next to me. "How about a beer?" he asked. I had a good supply in the fridge, so I got up and got us two beers. I popped the tops and handed him one, then sat. Drinking our beers we watched as Trudy recovered from her fucking. After a few minutes she began to stir and lowered her legs from the club chair's arm rests.
"Come here, hon," Kyle said gesturing to her.
She came and without being told, sat in his naked lap. "You two are alright," he pronounced running a hand up her bare back.
"And you," he said tweaking her nipple, "are a sweet, fun slut."
"Is that what I am, a slut?"
He leaned in, kissed her nipple then said, "Yes, you are a slut and there's nothing wrong with being a slut. It just means that you really like sex. Lydia is a slut too because she really likes sex. Me and Tom, we really like sex too, and we really like you two being sluts.
"Now why don't you put your clothes back on and come next door with us, but leave the panties."
"I need to clean up some first," she replied running her hand over her sex.
"Yeah, you do that," he said.
"Hey, how about a blowjob first," I interjected.
"You or Kyle," she replied without a hint of offense.
"Me first, then Kyle."
"Just suck us long enough to clean our cocks," Kyle added. She slid off his lap, got before me and slurped up my wet limp dick. She sucked me clean, then moved over to Kyle.
"You like it up the butt?" he asked as she sucked.
Pulling off she said, "No, that's dirty!"
"It might be dirty, but it can be fun."
Turning to me he asked, "What do you do when she's on the rag?"
"Uh, let her suck me?"
"Okay, but you need to break in her ass. If you want, I'll do it for you."
"No, no, no," I said. "I'll do it."
"Well, there's a right way and wrong way," he commented. "Do it wrong and she'll never let you up her ass again. Do it right and she'll love it. Let's talk about it and I'll give you some pointers."
"What took you so long?" demanded Lydia when we walked in.
"We got distracted," Kyle replied with a sheepish grin.
"Yeah, I bet," his wife replied with her own knowing grin, then got us two beers.
A few minutes later, Trudy came over, refreshed and cleaned up.
"Hey, babe," Kyle called out to his wife. "She's not wearing panties," he said pointing to my wife.
"Leave her alone, you big bully. You're embarrassing her."
"Naw, she likes it. Don't you, honey?" Trudy now really did look embarrassed.
"And guess what?" he went on. "She wants to learn about ass fucking." My wife's face turned from pinkish to ruddy red.
"Kyle, behave!"
"I am behaving and she does want to learn about anal sex.
"Now, come here and sit by me, Tru and I'll fill you two virgins in.
Rather than retreating to the relative safety of Lydia, she came and sat by Kyle.
"Now there's two things important to know about butt fucking," he began. "And both involve proper preparation. First, you need to use lots and lots of lube. Second, you need to train your butthole, honey."
Turning to me he said, "Don't go try sticking your dick up her ass without proper preparation.
"Lydia, go get the KY and get the butt plugs." Lydia headed into the back and came back with the lube and a handful of tapered rubber toys.
"Where are the boys?" he then asked.
"They're across the street playing with Ben and Suzie," she replied.
"Okay, but you'd better go lock the door, Babe." Lydia went and locked the front door.
"Okay, honey, loose the shorts," Kyle instructed my wife. Trudy hesitated and looked to me. I nodded and she complied.
"See, no panties," he quipped to his wife.
"Might as well loose the top too, honey."
This time she didn't hesitate. Off came the top and just like that my erstwhile shy and modest wife was naked in the neighbors' living room on a Sunday afternoon.
"Now, you're not going to be able to see what I'm doing, Trudy, but Tom needs to pay close attention.
"Get down on your hands and knees and hike that fine ass in the air." She did as she was told.
"Lydia, spread her open for us."
Straddling her, Lydia reached down and pulled my wife's buttocks apart.
"Now this is her asshole," he said rubbing it with a finger. "It's important that you really grease up her asshole," he continued and began applying KY to her anus and pushing some up her. He added more to his finger and pushed it in.
"Ugghh," Trudy groaned as his middle finger went all the way up inside her.
"You have a tight ass, slut, but don't worry, we're going to get you loosened up in no time."
Slowly finger fucking her, he asked, "Do you like that, slut?" She didn't answer.
"I think she likes it," he said with a grin as he continued fingering her butt.
He pulled his finger out, added more KY and pushed it back in.
"Now, Tom. You need to hook your finger, like this, and going round and round, tug on the sides of her asshole." I watched closely what he was doing and how her asshole bulged out slightly each time he tugged.
Extracting his finger from my wife's butt, Kyle said, "Okay, Tom. Now you try it.
"Be sure and use plenty of lube... Good, now stick it in." For the very first time, in six years of marriage, I ran my finger up my wife's butt. I finger fucked her for a minute, then Kyle urged me to hook the tip of my finger and loosen her up.
After a time, Kyle said, "That's good, that's good.
"Some folks use two fingers, three fingers, but Lydia doesn't like that, says it hurts, so I only go with the one finger.
"Now, stick the tip of the tube of KY up her butt. Gently now, gently. And squeeze off a good amount. Good!"
"Butt plug!" he said holding his hand out to Lydia like he was a surgeon or something. She took the smallest of the two and gave it to him. He liberally greased it up and put the tip to her anus.
"Okay, honey pot, when I tell you to push, you push like you're taking a shit. Okay? Now push!"
Her anus began to spread around the tip, getting wider and wider as he pushed it in. "Mmmmph," she groaned as the widest portion of the tapered tool went inside her. "Oh!," she chirped as it suddenly popped into her butt. Everything except the wide base was now inside her.
"How does that feel?" he asked.
"Kind of funny," she said.
"Does it hurt?"
"No, not exactly. Just weird."
Just then there was an urgent banging on the front door. "Mommy! Daddy! Let me in! Let me in! Mommy! Daddy!" Bang, bang, bang, bang!
In a panic, Trudy hopped up off the floor and grabbed her t-shirt.
"Mommy! Daddy!" Bang, bang, bang! "Let me in! Let me in!" Bang, bang, bang!
"The bathroom!" Lydia shouted at Trudy. Trudy, clutching her shirt, scurried off to the bathroom with a curious waddle.
Lydia opened the door and her two boys burst inside and ran to their bedroom. A moment later, they came charging back out with some toys in hand and out the front door.
Kyle called after them, "You two play outside! Don't come in this house again until you're called or I'll blister your butts!" I don't know if they heard him or not, but over the two years that we lived next door to each other, I'd heard him shouting that to them several times before. I'd always wondered what those outbursts were all about.
Lydia closed and locked the door again, then went to get Trudy out of the bathroom. When she came out she had the t-shirt on. No bottoms, of course, just the top.
"Loose the top, slut," he snarled at her. Without complaint she pulled the shirt back over her head.
"Now show everyone your new butt buddy." She turned her back to us as we sat on the sofa.
"Can't see it!" he complained. "Come on, show us!" She reached back and spread her buttocks apart.
"Doesn't your wife look pretty, Tom?
"Lydia, bring her a towel to sit on."
"Can't she just put her clothes back on?" Lydia asked.
"No, I like her naked. Tom likes her naked and I suspect you also like her naked. I fact, we want you naked too.
"All in favor of Lydia getting naked, raise your hand."
Along with Kyle, I raised my hand.
"That's two for and two abstentions. The 'fors' win. Get your ass naked, woman!"
Ignoring his bluster, Lydia fetched Trudy a towel to sit upon between Kyle and me.
"Now we'll leave that in for thirty minutes or so. Let her butt stretch and then we'll put in the larger one. After an hour or so, Tom, you can fuck her ass without hurting her."
He stood. "You want to sit here, babe, so you can play with her tits?" Lydia glared at him.
"Oh, come on! Let's see some good old fashioned girl-on-girl titty sucking!"
A thin smile spread across his wife's face. Then she stripped naked and sat by my wife. Trudy stiffened as Lydia put a hand on her bare thigh, but other than that, made no attempt to stop her from sweeping her hand up to her bare C-cup breasts.
Kyle sat on the love seat at right angles to the sofa where I joined him for a better view and to give the girls plenty of room for whatever developed.
Soon Lydia was sucking on Trudy's tit and her hand settled between my wife's legs.
"Open your legs, slut!" Kyle called out. "We want to see your pussy!"
Trudy did just that, spreading her legs so we could better see Lydia molesting her cunt. The sounds of my moaning wife filled the room, along with wet smacking sounds coming from her juicing pussy. She began her chirping noises as she came, shaking and thrashing about under the dual assault on her sensitive tits and her clit.
Meanwhile, from the side of the loveseat, Kyle extracted a video camera and began videotaping the girls.
The thrashing and bucking stopped, as did the chirping. Lydia pulled away, grinning at us. It was quite the show.
After a few minutes, Trudy's breathing returned to normal and she opened her eyes. Seeing us starring at her, she blushed. Lydia moved in to kiss her on the lips. I noted that it was a kiss that my wife returned. Even after what had happened between her and Lydia the morning before, I still hadn't come to realize that Trudy was also into girls. Actually, I don't think Trudy knew she was into girls either. Maybe not, but she sure seemed to be getting into girls now as our wives' passion for each other grew. Soon Lydia had Trudy feeling her up, and soon thereafter sucking her tit. From there, Lydia gently, but persistently, directed her lips south. Soon the two were lying side by side on the sofa, in a 69 sucking cunt.
"Oh, fuck! I don't think I can stand it much longer," Kyle declared.
"Me, neither," I replied with my hand down my shorts fondling myself.
"Then grease your pecker up, buddy," he said handing me the tube of KY.
"What about the second butt plug?" I asked.
"Forget that," Kyle said ready to move things along.
I really hadn't planned on sodomizing Trudy there. In my mind, after the plugs had stretched her, I'd take her home and take her to our bed where we had some privacy. But there I was, suddenly as naked as the two women going at each other, slathering KY all over my throbbing cock.
Meanwhile Kyle went over to the lesbofest where Trudy was on the outside. He reached in and pulled the butt plug from her ass, and when it popped free, Trudy's head shot upward as she yelped. Quickly he put her on her knees and holding onto the sofa backrest. He shot some KY up her butt and moved to the side. She was perfectly positioned for anal entry. I stepped up, gripped her by the hips, aimed and pushed. The head went in, then it stopped.
"Push out, slut!" Kyle coached from the side. "Push like you're taking a shit!" She pushed and suddenly my cock was up my wife's ass. She let out a cry. I froze, thinking I'd hurt her. As it was, it was the right thing to do, giving her rectum time to adjust to the size of my cock.
"Hey, you two are doing good," our anal coach praised. "Give it a minute then start off slow with short shallow strokes."
A minute later, "Okay, Tom, fuck her ass."
I did as he suggested and started out slow with short shallow thrusts. I stopped and asked her, "Are you okay?" She nodded that she was, so I continued, my strokes getting longer and longer.
"When you feel her sphincter go slack, you can fuck the hell out of her," Kyle advised.
I was glad that I'd cum in her cunt earlier back at our house, for now I knew I was good to go for a long buggering. And as Kyle had said it would, suddenly her bowels seemed to be much looser and my dick glided in her rectum without much resistance at all. I picked up the pace and began slamming my cock into her, relishing the way her shapely buttocks quaked with each impact.
I lasted a good while, all things considered, but I eventually blew my load up her ass. It wasn't the most intense orgasm I'd had, but it was satisfying nonetheless. My dick softened in her ass and eventually fell out. Stepping back, I noticed that Lydia now had the video recorder. Kyle pushed me to the side and ran his cock up my wife's gaping asshole.
Trudy didn't object. Instead she grunted out, "Yes! Fuck me you, bastard! Fuck me!" Then settled in quietly until Kyle was finished with her.
When he pulled out, he spread her cheeks and gave me my first good look at a just fucked gaping asshole. The tunnel into her body was red and raw looking with whitish cream, flecked with brown, dipping from it. Totally obscene!
Even as Lydia filmed, she was the ever ready housewife, handing me a damp washcloth to mop up the mess before it got all over her furniture. Where she got it from, I have no idea.
The pounding on the door started up again. "Mommy! Daddy! Let us in!" Bang, bang, bang! "It's starting to rain!" Bang, bang, bang! "Mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Daddy! Let us in!" Bang, bang, bang!
All four of us were nude and the house stunk of funky pussy and ass odors.
"It's starting to rain!" Bang, bang, bang! "Mommy! Daddy!" Bang, bang, bang!
We had been so absorbed in what we were doing that no one had noticed the weather suddenly turning bad. There was a loud crack of thunder accompanied with the screams of terrified little ones. "Mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Daddy!"
We all managed to quickly get our shorts on. Shirtless Kyle dashed to the door where he let four kids scramble in seeking shelter. They were Kyle and Lydia's two boys, Cameron and Joshua, along with the two kids from across the street, Ben and his sister, Suzie. Trudy and Lydia had barely gotten their shirts back on before they ran in soaking wet.
"Oh, my word!" Lydia cried seeing how soaked the four were. "Why didn't you go inside Ben's and Suzie's house?" she asked the group.
"The door was locked and they wouldn't let us in," bemoaned Suzie.
"Oh! Well, you kids go into Cam's and Josh's room and put on some dry clothes."
They were gone maybe two minutes when there was a ruckus. Little Suzie came running out nude and screaming as Cam chased her around with a pet lizard. He too was naked.
Kyle started yelling about the same time as Josh and Ben came out bare butt. Lydia quickly rescued Suzie and wrapped her in a towel, while Kyle chased the boys back into the kids' bedroom where he made them put on dry clothes.
The storm passed as quickly as it had blown in. Trudy and I took our leave and went home, running barefoot through the wet dirt that passed for a lawn in these parts.
END of CHAPTER 4
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