Todd Lawrence climbed onto the circular bed, feeling just a little bit nervous. The director wanted him to passionately fuck his wife, Linda, in front of the entire cast and crew! Three cameras would be following their every move, every touch, every caress.
"Okay," the director shouted to Todd. "You're sleeping. Now wake up to find a tremendous erection, then play with your dick. Action!"
Performing in front of the camera was a highly erotic act for both Todd and Linda. He masturbated his cock frantically as she toyed with her nipples.
"Move in for a close-up!" the director ordered. The cameras zoomed in as Todd deftly parted Linda's cuntlips, exposing their glistening pinkness.
"Suck her pussy!" the director screamed. "Lap that cunt up good. Then lick her clit. We want to be sure and get that!"
As the cameras whirled away, Todd devoured Linda's juicy cunt. He licked it all over, then concentrated on her clit, as the director had suggested.
Linda was breathing heavily, her breasts jutting out, her clit throbbing incessantly.
"Fuck me, darling!" she gasped. "Give me your cock. Make me a star!"
CHAPTER ONE
"I just want you to know I'm dead set against this," I said emphatically, rising from the sofa to wander around the room.
"Todd Lawrence. Stop being such a conservative prude. We already agreed to this, and that's that."
Linda's eyes flashed the degree of her anger, and I didn't press the issue. We were committed to meeting with a fantasy therapist to help our boring sex life. Our marriage counselor made the arrangements and there was nothing left but to wait. My earlier objections had met with the same reaction, so I knew better than to try to wriggle my way out of this one.
"We're both a little nervous. Come on; admit it. How about a glass of wine to calm the jitters?" I asked. Linda's eyes quieted.
"Okay. I guess I am a little nervous. What do you suppose she's going to do? Do you think we're going to have to make love in front of her?"
"I don't know. Christ, I hope not. I don't think I could do that. Could you?" I turned towards the kitchen to get the wine, Linda following right behind me.
"I don't think so. I mean, I could probably get naked, but actually screw in front of a stranger?" Linda's body shook as though the idea were totally repulsive.
"Now who's being the prude? Sounds like you need this wine as much as I do. We can always back out, you know." I poured the wine and looked at Linda, a little hopeful I think.
"No. We both admit our sex life is pretty dull. Let's do something about it before it becomes a problem."
Raising my wine glass, I said, "I love you. I'll do whatever it takes to keep this marriage together and healthy. If that means whipping out my dick in front of a stranger, then that's what I'll do."
Linda clinked my glass with hers. "Same here."
"You look gorgeous tonight. Is that a new dress?" That sounded like a good conversation turner to me. I wanted to get my mind off whatever the evening held in store.
The doorbell kept Linda from answering. "I'll get it," I said. "Don't kill off that bottle while I'm gone!"
I wasn't prepared for the striking beauty waiting at the front door to our condominium. A pale woman with creamy white skin stood sexily in a black dress, the front cut low, a long slit running up one side to expose a slender leg practically up to her hip. A large necklace stood out against her cleavage. The bauble was an intricate combination of silver and turquoise. Bracelets jangled as she extended her arm. "The Lawrence residence?" she asked with a soft and sultry voice, her hand flicking long black tresses away from her face.
"Uh, yes. Are you Camille?"
"Were you expecting someone else?"
"No, of course not. Please, come in." I stumbled over my words, probably because my tongue hung out so far it almost touched my chin. I stepped aside and the strong smell of exotic perfume floated beneath my nose. It was quite distinctive, a strange blend of mixed aromas, like differently scented incense all burning at the same time.
"My wife, Linda," I said, catching up to her. "Can I get you a glass of wine?"
"That would be nice. Tell me, Mr. Lawrence, do you have a penis?"
"What!"
"Your wife is beautifully dressed, her breasts seductively alluring, her body tempting in its attractiveness.
You, Mr. Lawrence, have the sex appeal of a bag of potatoes. You should offer your lovely wife the same stimulation she gives to you. Your shirt should be open to display the manliness of your chest; your pants should caress your cock and your balls to place them on teasing display."
"I fail to see how my attire has anything to do with my sex appeal. These clothes are comfortable."
"But not sexy," Camille responded. "I can see you'll be a real challenge!"
I didn't give her the courtesy of letting her know that she had irritated me. Instead, I went off to the kitchen to retrieve the wine. When I returned to the living room, Linda and Camille were sitting on the sofa, so I took the chair opposite them, the coffee table between us. I filled our glasses, sat back, and tried to resist Camille's grating way.
Camille sipped on her wine and let her arm wander behind Linda's shoulders. "You're both too tense. This isn't a good beginning." Her hand snaked over Linda's shoulder and Linda glanced over at it. "Touching can be a fantasy in itself. Do you like to be touched, Linda?"
"Yes. By Todd." Linda looked at me, a plea resting in her eyes. She didn't move, but it was obvious she was not thrilled by this exotic looking woman massaging her shoulder.
"And, Todd, do you like to be touched? Do you like to hands groping around your testicles, sliding along your cock, playing with the fine hairs of your crotch?"
"Uh, yes, I guess so." Her direct approach was a little hard to deal with. Linda and I were not as frank or open in discussing sex.
Camille lowered her hand to Linda's breast, circled her palm over its supple surface. Then she opened the front of Linda's dress to give fleeting glimpses of the white flesh beneath.
"Fondling a woman's breast is quite a turn-on. Watch my hand, Todd, imagine your own hand in its place." Camille undid the top button of Linda's dress and pulled the fabric beneath her bra-covered mound. "A veiled nipple is highly erotic," she said, her fingers squeezing the dark circle of Linda's tit to raise her nipple against the bra.
Linda's eyes closed, her head falling back onto Camille's arm. She didn't resist the woman's manipulations, seemed to enjoy the attention lavished on her breast.
The bra slipped down, exposing her breast fully. Camille's fingers worked the tip into erection, her other hand coming to open the dress and display Linda's chest. Both hands worked my wife's body as I stared. My cock stiffened in my shorts, the sight definitely arousing.
Camille sent one hand to Linda's leg and slowly raised the hem of her dress. I gazed at the exposed flesh as if I was seeing it for the first time. My cock thumped with each additional inch of skin bared for my enjoyment. The sight of her panty-covered pussy made me catch my breath, heat flashing throughout my body.
Linda began to sigh and moan, her legs parting to give free and easy access to all her womanly charms. Camille played with the panties, pulled on her pubic hair around its edges, slid her hand up and down Linda's sensuous thighs. I couldn't believe how excited I had become by watching someone else toy with my wife. And a woman besides! The more Camille played, the more I squirmed in my chair.
"Do what comes naturally, Mr. Lawrence," Camille said. "Linda is responding nicely, isn't she?"
I couldn't say a word, my eyes glued to the foreign hand digging at Linda's cunt. Camille had the dress fully opened and scurried over the garter belt and panties covering my wife's coveted crotch.
"Touch yourself, Mr. Lawrence. Touch yourself wherever you like. Do whatever pleases you."
"Call me Todd. Forget formalities."
"Very well, Todd." Camille changed position, freeing her arm so she could strip Linda. I was amazed that Linda so willingly helped her, her body naked in just moments.
"Have you ever really looked at your wife's pussy, Todd? It's the most beautiful thing in the world."
My hands groped in my crotch as Camille parted Linda's hairy lips, allowing me to gaze up my wife's cunt, to really see the delicate construction of a woman's most prized possession.
"You must please your wife as much as she is pleasing you. Take off your clothes, Todd. Touch yourself the way you like to be touched. Let Linda know your pleasure."
I was so turned on that I actually forgot Camille was even in the room, my concentration focused on Linda's wide-open cunt, her legs flailing rhythmically to work her pussy around Camille's prying fingers. I stripped myself as though Linda and I were the only two people in the room.
"Ah, you do have a penis," Camille said. "Watch, Linda, watch your husband touch himself. Learn what it is that he wants you to do."
My hands, of course, were busy fondling my balls and stroking my drooling erection. My legs were wide open so I could touch my needy crotch, my hands firm and gripping.
When Camille began caressing Linda's entire body, I found myself matching her move for move. One hand came to my chest to roll my nipples around while the other flew back and forth across my hairy stomach. Then they shot down my legs, up the insides of my thighs to scoop up my nuts and flatten them against my pounding cock; my crack exposed right down to my asshole. Seeing Linda stare at me was a real rush. I furiously stroked my dick at the gorgeous sight across the coffee table.
Camille removed her hands, let Linda work herself. We sat across from each other, our hands massaging and masturbating, our bodies displayed for what normally was a private act. We watched each other, staring like engrossed voyeurs. Finally, I could resist my wife no longer, joined her on the sofa, my hard-on demanding to be lodged inside a hot and moist pussy.
I don't know what happened to Camille, where she went, but we had the sofa to ourselves. I laid Linda down, showered her face and neck with kisses as I lined myself up to dive into her box. My dick was dripping wet and entry would be swift and easy. My hand spread her lips and found her hole, darted one finger inside to make sure she was ready for me. She was! Her cunt was hot and flowing around my probing finger.
My hands spread her cuntlips as my cock drove steadily up her slick channel. She closed herself around me, caressed my cock with hot, velvety flesh. I pushed myself all the way in until my balls rested comfortably between her legs, felt the wonderful heat of her ass. My hands journeyed up to her tits and I was ready to begin the stroking climb to climax, one that wouldn't be far away.
Linda's hands raked across my back, then came to rest on my bobbing butt. Her fingers dug into my flesh to add force to my thrusts. Her hands parted my crack, exposed my asshole to cool air. The contrast in temperatures sent a chill up my spine.
My hands were all over her tits, my fingers grasping and spreading as I raced around her ample mounds. Her nipples pushed against me as I skimmed across them. My hips pumped more rapidly than I could ever recall, my body pounding her into the sofa. Linda must have been just as turned on because her hips slammed into me with equal gusto.
Her hands on my ass stimulated me even further, her fingers occasionally slipping into my crack to toy with my asshole. My own hands knew the delicacies of excited tits, her mounds a contrast of texture and firmness.
When I began to grunt, I knew climax would not be far behind, my cock swollen to the max. I've never been able to tell when Linda is close to orgasm, but something told me this time that she, too, was well on her way.
There was a wonderful difference in the way she fucked me, the power behind her thrusts magnificently greater. I hoped that meant she was realizing an orgasm of monumental size.
With climax approaching, I circled my hips, shortened my strokes, picked up speed. I needed to touch every part of her pussy, to add the stimulating feel of her flesh to the sensitive skin covering my cock's bulbous head. Her hole clamped around me to intensify the already glorious pressure on my pulsing prong. Her grip was as tight as my fist!
Even now and then Linda's eagerness would get the best of her and she'd force herself right down to the base of my dick, pulling me totally inside her. Between my circling hips and her clutching cunt, not one spot escaped the touch of my hot cock. It was exactly what I wanted, my dick responding with jerks and tremours that shook my nuts and made my legs tremble. This was as good as our honeymoon. Even better!
"Oh, God! I'm ready to cum!" I said between panting breaths. "Are you ready?"
"Shut up and fuck me!" Linda screamed.
Where had that come from? Linda had never before used such language.
My hands locked onto her tits, squeezed her roundness, into towering obelisks, her nipples jutting straight out. It was only a few strokes later that my dick twitched and burst open like a Fourth of July firecracker. It felt like my cock had split apart from base to tip, the erupting cum gushing out. My hips stopped, all action centered in my spewing cock. My eyes squeezed shut from the intensity of my release, and my mouth fell open in a silent scream of unleashed ecstasy.
And it seemed to last forever. Gob after thick gob jumped from the tip of my fiery dick. I had read somewhere that the average ejaculation is nine shots. I easily surpassed that, and for all I know set a new world record!
When at long last my throbbing, aching cock was fully drained, I was ready to collapse. But I couldn't. Linda waited for the last of my semen to empty into her cunt. Her hips shot back into action, her pussy reaching for the base of my exhausted wand. Obviously, she meant to reach her climax, to find the enjoyment I had just experienced.
My body was there but my mind was off in the clouds. Linda seemed oblivious to anything but my dick inside her box, her cunt working up and down my shaft to stimulate her body into releasing its cum. I slowly came back to reality, started my hips pumping my meat into her once more. The sensations colliding within my rod had a strange new feel, less than before, but still sensuously pleasurable. But my manhood was no longer the focus. My dick was now nothing more than an instrument to bring about Linda's much needed climax.
I hate to admit it, but my actions were more mechanical than lust-driven. My urgent needs had been fulfilled and this continuation was more out of a sense of duty than one of desire. I prayed Linda couldn't read my mind, would never know that once I came I was ready to quit. Thank God my dick had the decency to remain erect! The though of going soft worried me.
My fears were groundless. I was fully firm when Linda splashed her cunt honey around my shaft. Her body in a wrenching orgasm, her hips thrust upwards; her ass raised from the sofa. Her eyes were closed but her scream was certainly not silent. Hot fluids flew over my dick and her cries matched her pussy blast for blast. In the middle of her release, she suddenly began to tremble and lowered back onto the sofa. Now here limbs were flopping around me, her head rolling from side to side.
Still flowing, a river of warm juices washing over my flesh, Linda pulled my mouth onto hers. Her kiss was passionate, eager. I kissed her back with equal affection, both of us loving the strength of our realized orgasms, the best we'd had in ages.
Something reminded me that we were not alone. I lifted up and searched for Camille. She sat, cross-legged in the chair across from us. A smile adorned her face.
"You both found pleasure, am I right?" she asked.
I looked down at Linda, my own smile broad. "I think that's a safe assumption," I said.
Don't ask me why, but I was suddenly aware of my nakedness, of my cock residing comfortably in my wife's cunt. I pulled out and sat on the sofa with my hands cupped over my genitalia, a stupid move considering what Camille had already witnessed.
"It is somewhat late for modesty, Mr. Laurence," Camille pointed out. "You have a very attractive member and should not be ashamed to show it to anyone who cares to see it. And you, Linda, have a very appealing figure."
Linda sat next to me, her hands quite unsure of where to go or what to do. She reached over and took one of my hands out of my crotch and held it, squeezed it as if to say everything would be fine from now on.
"There is nothing wrong with your lovemaking," Camille stated flatly, her eyes wandering all over our bodies. "I suspect that what you are lacking is simple variety. New positions would help, but that's not the answer, either. In how many rooms of your lovely home have you made love?"
"Here and the bedroom, why?" I asked.
"So there is part of the problem! Don't forget the shower, or the kitchen, or in the closet. And what about outside your home? Make love beneath the stars, or in the ocean, or ... Well, be creative. Come up with new locations. Add a touch of danger to your sex. Do it where people are not expected to do it, or where there is a slight possibility of being discovered. It will excite you!"
"Is that it? Is that all we need?" Linda asked.
"No, not exactly. But it's one place to start. That's all for tonight. I will come again tomorrow night. At the same time?"
"Yes, that's fine," I said. "But what about the fantasy?"
"I'm afriad you're not quite ready. Yet. You, Todd, must give up some of your conservative ways before we delve into the wonderful world of fantasy sex."
"I don't understand," I said, then realized that one hand remained firmly covering my cock. "You mean?" I said, my eyes lowering to my crotch.
"For starters. Now, I must leave you. There is no need to see me to the door. Until tomorrow night."
Camille rose up from the chair and exited, leaving us naked and satisfied on the sofa, wondering what the hell we'd gotten ourselves into!
CHAPTER TWO
After Camille left, I looked at Linda and wondered exactly what her reaction would be.
"Well?" I questioned after a long silence.
"Well, what? It was good, wasn't it? What was it like for you? I sure had a good time!"
"Yeah, I liked it. I liked it a lot. I even forgot that she was here!"
Linda laughed. "So did I. Now what? You ready to try some of her suggestions? By the way, you can take your hand out of your crotch now. I have seen that thing before, you know."
I took my hand off my cock and had to chuckle at my uncommon modesty. I couldn't begin to count the number of nurses who have seen me naked, and yet there I was concealing my privates. "Strange, isn't it. I mean we fuck right in front of her and then I cover myself up like some embarrassed little twerp. Do you think I'm as conservative as Camille thinks I am?"
"Yes, dear. But you're my conservative little lover and I wouldn't trade you in for anyone else." She leaned over and kissed my cheek, then stood up, tugging on my hand. "Come on, let's give the shower a try."
"Right now? Right after?"
"Not up to it, darling? Is that thing dead or what?"
"I'll show you dead!" I said playfully. Linda released my hand and ran off towards the bathroom. I was right behind her, my cock flopping between my legs, limp and lifeless. Maybe it was dead! I pulled Linda into me as soon as we reached the bathroom, kissed her passionately, hiding the fact that my dick had yet to rise.
Pushing me away, Linda said, "Let me put my hair up first."
"Oh, please! You aren't going to wear that silly shower cap! No woman looks sexy with a hunk of plastic on her head! Just look at what you've done. Even the thought has killed my hard-on. Poor thing, just hanging there! It may never live again!"
"All right, no shower cap. I'd hate to think I killed your cock! Then were would I be?"
"Dickless, my dear!"
I backed into the shower stall, my eyes narrowed in my best come-on-I-want-to-fuck-you look. I could tell!
Linda was trying not to laugh as she stepped in next to me, the water splashing all around us. I guess my look was not over convincing. I closed the glass door and pressed our bodies together, kissed her to show her this was no joke.
I turned us around so we both got wet, then reached for the soap. We separated so I could get my hands on her tits, my palms lathering up a mound of bubbles on her chest. I covered her breasts so only her nipples poked through the sudsy cloud. Her flesh was slippery and sensuous, and my loving actions brought my dangling dick to attention. The pounding shower stimulated my sensitive dickhead, the water cascading like pin pricks on my tender flesh.
Linda took the soap from my hands and massaged my chest with caressing fingers. My dark brown hair turned snowy white, floated in a sea of creamy lather. She worked her way down my stomach and into my crotch, her hands skimming over my standing stalk to cradle my balls. I laughed out loud when her fingers wriggled between my legs and tickled my groin to shake my dick. My laughter quickly turned to serious need. I was ready for more pussy, my cock needing to bury itself up her hot twat.
My hands raced over Linda's luscious body, slipped from one seductive spot to another, glided along on a silky film of soap and water. I understood why the phrase "shower with a friend" had become so popular! It's fun! Sexy. Not to mention arousing.
Linda lovingly stroked my length, covered my reddening slab with white foam. My knob retracted each time her hand closed around it. The thing was damn sensitive immediately following climax! I couldn't wait to find out how my soapy dick would feel sliding up hot pussy, so I placed my cockhead between her lips and shot myself upwards. I rocketed in without resistance, my dick so slippery my pubes banged into her cunt almost instantly. Her tits squashed against my chest, my mouth at her neck in a fevered kiss of raging passion.
Linda squealed with surprise, her pussy unable to hold onto my girth as I slid effortlessly up and down her channel. I was so greased up that I kept slipping out of her hole. My hands held onto her back to keep her steady, my cockhead left to wobble between her lips in search of re-entry.
Linda's feet squeaked against the porcelain tub as she fought to maintain her balance. Continually seeking the entrance to her treasures kept both of us in constant movement. We flailed around, grasping at each other's bodies to keep from falling. My poor cock was more often out than in, nowhere near even the thought of reaching a second climax. I pressed on, gave it my best shot. Other people apparently do it in the shower, so we could too.
Every time my hand left her back to offer assistance to my struggling cock, we slipped and slid around the slick, porcelain surface. I was forced to return my hand to its starting position. It was that or suffer the consequences of tumbling into the tub.
The water no longer acted as a stimulant, had become more of a frustration. Somehow it had conspired with the soap to make our surroundings a slick source of threatening danger. I was so worried about falling that I couldn't enjoy those rare occasions when my dick plowed up Linda's pussy. I decided to change tactics.
I got fully up her cunt and stayed there, didn't try to thrust myself in my usual manner. I swayed from side to side in an attempt to rock my cock between her walls. It was nice. It felt good. But it wasn't about to get me off and I doubted it did very much for Linda either.
I tried short strokes, tiny moves to prevent my slick dick from escaping her pussy. Better, but not particularly exciting. There was trick to this that I was obviously missing, a subtlety I was too stupid to discover. My cock throbbed inside her warmth and I couldn't give it what it needed to blow its top. I hated to admit failure, but finally had to.
Pushing ego aside, admitting defeat, I said, "This isn't working, is it?"
"Afraid not," Linda responded, disappointment in her voice.
I stopped trying to fuck in the shower, gave up until I could figure out a way to keep us stabilized. I settled to washing Linda's curvaceous body, a satisfying subsitute but not what my poor dick screamed to have. The feel of her soft flesh easily maintained my erection. Showering together was logged into the back of my mind as excellent foreplay. Perhaps with practice it could even be a means to an end. Not tonight, tough.
Linda soaped me up with equal enthusiasm, her hands touching me from head to toe, concentrating heavily on my manly parts. My dick drooled from her and my need increased, soared to the point where I could no longer tolerate simply being touched. Desire demanded more.
"Let's rinse off and go to bed," I whispered in Linda's ear. "You've got me so hot I've got to work off this boner. We know we can do it better in bed!"
Linda was in full agreement as she stepped beneath the shower's stream. Water cascaded over her mounds, rippled into her flattened bush, sheathed her supple thighs. Just watching was enough to swell my already firm hard-on. Her body was still a fantastic turn-on even after six years of marriage and seeing her naked countless times.
When it was my turn to wash away the suds, my dick was throbbing so hard that it rinsed itself clean without my assistance. It rocked back and forth, splashed water in all directions. My hands played with the hair on my chest, tweaked my nipples playfully. Linda watched me as intently as I had watched her. She seemed to enjoy the sight of my naked body and that made me feel good, assured me that our marriage was still alive and kicking. We simply had to work out our sexual hang-ups.
Drying off was a rush in itself. As plush as the towel was, it harshly scraped my tender flesh, sent it into spasms of urgent need. The shower had cinched up my nuts and I tugged and stretched to lower them for Linda's visual pleasure.
We raced to the bedroom like anxious lovers, Linda diving into the bed, stretching out on her back.
"Wait a minute! That's like we always do it," I said, standing with a proud and towering erection. "Didn't Camille say we should try different positions?"
"And what exactly do you have in mind?" Linda asked.
"How the hell should I know? I can't pick a new position without any opotions! Unfortunately, Camille didn't leave a list. Fuck! Now what?"
"Just get in bed, Todd, and we'll fake it. We'll just keep trying until something feels right."
"Then get off your back. It's too fucking tempting to just climb inside and bang away as always." I jumped in bed as Linda rolled onto her side. We laid there face to face without a clue as to what to do next. This was really dumb! As I searched for a new and stimulating position, I felt my cock begin to soften. If I didn't do something fast, I'd be left with a limp cock.
I firmly stroked up and down my length to keep myself hard as I frantically grasped for ideas. It was Linda who found the answer. She shifted around to place herself face down, the dipping curve of the small of her back sloping up seductively onto glorious ass globes. Linda's backside stretched out as lovely as her front.
"Have you ever watched dogs do it?" she asked, her voice very serious.
"Sure." Her hips raised up from the bed, her ass rising majestically into the air. "You mean you want me to fuck your butt?"
"No, silly. Just come at me from behind, do it doggy-style."
Her proposition sounded unnatural, but I was willing to try. After all, variety is what we needed. I knelt between her legs, spread them wider to open her pussy to my advancing dick. It was a strange angle to view her cunt, but I wasn't there to look. My hand searched for her hole, her pussy's hole, that is. Both orifices were offered, but her anus was not intended to be plugged by hot cock. At least I didn't think it was. Maybe that was another option. But one to be saved for another night, and one that would require a great deal of thought on my part.
With the lay of the land fixed in my mind, my cock was ready for immediate penetration. I placed my head at her entrance and inches myself forward. Forcing my way inside her hole, my cock felt dry, her interior moist but not yet flowing. There was a much different feel to her pussy, coming at it from behind. My head plowed against what would normally be her cunt's ceiling, my hands holding her hips steady as I pried between her gripping walls. I finally sank in to my base, one hand slipping around to fondle her clit, to work her pussy around my steely shaft. I circled her flesh to stimulate the much needed moisture, the lubrication to assist my drives. Linda produced for me, sent warm fluids pouring over my cockhead. Her clit rose up to press against my fingers and I knew her pleasure had begun.
I backed out slowly, easily, having no idea how this felt to Linda. Now I wondered if there was any discomfort mixed with her pleasure. Her pussy didn't wrap around my girth as I had expected, at least not like I was used to. My angled dick stretched her flesh down towards the bed, put pressure back in. Linda moaned beneath me, told me I could begin to stroke her juicing sex. Even with such a pleasurable go-ahead, I resisted charging into her, adopted a steady pace to be sure we were both quite used to this unusual position.
There was so much attention paid to my swollen cockhead that it rapidly became sensitive, sparked a fire beneath my cum. I thought I knew Linda's pussy rather intimately, but this was like discovering its beauty all over again. Its shape was wonderfully different, short and fat rather than long and narrow. Each time I banged into the back of her box, she changed shape for me, lengthened to accommodate me down to my balls. The constant change was marvelously stimulating, her flesh slapping my dick as I thrust myself in and out of her welcoming cunt.
"Faster," Linda commanded, "I want it faster. Pump me full of your cum. Your cock is divine! Oh, Todd, you're doing fantastic things to my pussy!"
"Hang on, honey! Here comes Todd!"
Both hands gripped her hips as I put power behind my stabs. I worked her hips in opposition to my crotch in order to ram my throbbing dick as far up her swamping snatch as possible. My groin slapped her ass with each inward drive, her buttocks jiggling beneath the force of my strokes. My speed increased, the heat of her pussy inflating my urgent need to dump a second load inside her.
Linda buried her face in the pillow, her cries and whimpers muffled. What I heard was enough to please me, let me know my burrowing cock was doing its job.
My swaying nuts worked cum into my shaft and I slowed down slightly so I wouldn't erupt too soon. I needed more time to fully enjoy the new sensations infusing my pounding cock.
I leaned over her upraised body, pressed my chest into her back, my hands abandoning her hips to grasp her rocking breasts. My dick no longer penetrated her fully. That would help to hold back my semen, keep me from spewing for just a few moments longer.
My hands curled around her jostling tits, my fingers closing onto her nipples to twist and tweak them into firmness. They responded instantly, her flesh rising between my circling fingers.
My hips ground into her ass as I maintained a steady drive into her hot, wet cunt. Even slowed, my climax continued to rise, built up a healthy head of steam threatened to spill out of my fiery cockhead. I had to play mind games to keep it contained, so I tried not to think about the gorgeous body beneath me nor the thrilling sensations claiming my cock. But the excitement of this new position kept interrupting, drew me back to the wonders of Linda's pliant pussy, made sure I felt every euphoric moment of taking my wife from behind.
I knew my efforts to resist ejaculation were futile when Linda began to circle her hips. Her pussy skewered itself over my thrusting dick, twisted and turned the taut skin around my thickened muscle. Wave after wave of overpowering spasms shot into my crotch. Full concentration returned to obtaining release and I automatically increased my speed.
My hands savagely gripped her tits as my mighty dick flew wantonly towards giving up its contents. I no longer tried to stop it, instead relaxing into total enjoyment of a sated cock ready to blast into a clasping cunt. I panted against Linda's neck, my feverish mind lost in the power of impending climax.
Orgasm came as no surprise. Cum rushed up from my nuts, sped along my rifle's barrel and fired. White bullets pummeled its target, hit and spread against the back wall of her beautiful pussy. It felt so good that my hips kept pumping and pumping. I usually freeze at the moment of orgasm, my entire body gone rigid in the ultimate pleasure. But not this time; my dick was in a frenzy of motion.
My spurts eventually lessened in intensity, but my cock refused to slow its runaway pace. My pounding hips were locked in high gear, my mouth open to release my ecstatic cries.
I didn't slow down until every bit of semen had been expunged from my narrow tube. Even then I continued to thrust into her slit, fucked like I hadn't cum at all. It was incredibly exciting, my cockhead exploding with unbelievable sensitivity.
Linda's hips still circled, the motion of pumping denied her in this position. But she didn't have to. I pumped enough for both of us! Her spiraling pussy had gotten me off and now attempted to do the same for her. Or so I surmised. I didn't try to stop, desperately wanted her to reach her orgasm. If we both came, we'd use this position again, and I wanted to be sure that we would.
Still, I hoped she'd be quick about it as I felt myself begin to soften. Two climaxes so close together was apparently my limit. My stamina was waning. I had yet to fully catch my breath after cumming in her cunt, and I wasn't sure I could keep this up much longer.
Linda did us both a favour and peaked before I lost my erection. Her orgasm was not as fierce as earlier, the initial blast much less than I remembered. But the same soothing flow was welcome on my heated and softening flesh, her climax like a warm and comfortable bath. Her hips slowly circled, her fluids swishing around my weakened manhood. Contented sighs repeated my earlier gasps as I floated in the sea of her tranquil release.
She flattened out on the bed, lowered me on top of her. My prick slipped out with a little gurgle, rested between her legs. I stayed where I was to enjoy the warmth of her body, the feel of her soft flesh beneath me.
"Why haven't we tried that before?" I asked. "Why haven't we tried anything before?" Linda sighed.
"No one told us to! I guess you can't solve a problem until you know you have one. That was some solution! Did you like it?"
"It was okay. Well, more than just okay. But let's try it again when we're both fresh."
"Deal." I rolled onto the bed next to her and we both went to sleep without further discussion.
CHAPTER THREE
Camille arrived the next evening right on schedule. She was dressed in navy blue, apparently liking dark colours next to her fair skin. Her hair was pulled back and pinned up tight to her scalp in a rather severe look.
She barged in as soon as I opened the door. "Good evening to you, too," I said sarcastically. She brushed me off with a wave of her hand, marching in like a woman on an urgent mission.
"Sit," Camille instructed, pointing to the living room chair. She turned to Linda, took her by the arm, and rushed off into the kitchen.
Whatever Camille had in mind for our night's activity obviously did not include me. The thought was unsettling. This whole business was undertaken with the understanding that it would improve sex between Linda and me, not begin a relationship between Linda and Camille. The longer I waited, the madder I got. And their muffled whispers didn't help my mood.
Just as I was about to interrupt their meeting, they returned. Each one grabbed a hand and pulled me into the bedroom without a word. They stood me at the foot of the bed and proceeded to strip me down to my birthday suit. I didn't have time to protest, not that I wanted to, nor did I have time to achieve a stiff and throbbing erection to pay them back for their efforts. I stood there with my dick hanging out, listlessly pointing towards the floor, a smile on my face and naughty thoughts racing through my brain.
I was a bit surprised when they pushed me back onto the bed, fully expecting a mouth or a hand to work my soft muscle into a raging hard-on.
I was glad Camille and Linda had already had their little talk when they began their performance at the foot of the bed. They stripped for me, turning this way then that, dancing seductively as clothes were cast aside to expose their senuous curves. I was mesmerized by their beauty and sprang a boner at the first glimpse of bare tit.
Their hands ran all over themselves, scooped up their breasts to jiggle and squeeze them at my bobbing cock. Seeing a new pair in their naked splendor, toyed with solely for my pleasure, was a real turn-on. I wanted to reach out to them, to take their suppleness into my mouth, to enjoy new tastes. Camille had small tits, about a mouthful each, her nipples appearing rosy coloured against the snow white smoothness of her bouncing mounds. Linda's tits, of course, I knew very well, full, round, more than I could fit in my mouth, her peaks pointing slightly upwards. Though enjoying their show, the mouthwatering display of much desired tits, I craved for more, needed to see their naked, pulsing pussies.
Although a throbbing erection was probably enough to show them my appreciation, my hands raced into my crotch to lovingly stroke my handsome hard-on. I wanted it to stand up even more formidably for their viewing pleasure, to flop my balls around between clenching thighs. I was hot, so hot I had to be careful not to bring myself to climax before ever getting my hands on either one of them.
When they finally got down to complete nudity, they had turned themselves around to shoot me two gorgeous moons. I stared at twin heart-shaped asses. Both of them wriggled and swayed to start my cock seeping and begging. I stroked harder in anticipation of them turning around to flash me their snatches, to let me see hairy cunts.
They turned around together, but my attention was drawn to Camille's crotch, the new pussy on the block. Jet black hair sat between her legs in a perfect triangle, her bush trimmed and tamed to funnel into her slit. The look was as severe as the pulled back hair on her head, her flesh peeking out beneath the closely cropped hairs of her cunt. It was quite a contrast to Linda's unruly bush, her fleshly nether lips hidden, the look much softer and more rounded. One was as intriguing as the other, each unique, each desirable, each sending my dick into spasms of greedy lust.
Watching their fingers play in their pussies had my hand stroking my crying dick fast and furious. Cum rose. Desire dictated increasing pressure, my fingers gripping around my girth, flying up and down my length, my nuts squeezed and tugged in masturbatory pleasure. My climax was rapidly on the rise, inching closer to divine release. It took all my effort to rip my hands away from my crotch, to leave my dick to bob and wobble on its own. Any more strokes and I would surely have dumped a load onto my stomach. And that was definitely not what I wanted, not with two beautiful cunts panting only a few feet away!
The girls must have sensed my distress, their dance less taunting, their hands removed from their crotches to let their pussies close. They joined me on the bed. They were instantly upon me, sucking and kissing, fondling and squeezing, stroking and massaging, touching every part of my body except my cock. They left my crotch alone, didn't take the chance of making me spurt prematurely. Their knowing hands maintained my erection, but allowed my cum to subside, my climax retreating for the moment.
Adoring hands and devouring mouths graced my flesh, sent my mind into a tailspin of desire. What an ego trip! I felt like a sex god, an idol whorshipped by two fanatic admirers. I was really getting off on the attention, on having my body pawed like a sexy rock star. It was terrific!
They worked up and down, covering my skin from forehead to toes, my flesh crawling with delirious desire for more of their loving caresses. Even in their attempts to avoid my heating boner, they'd occasionally bump into the flailing thing, or brush over it on their way to someplace else. Each skimming touch increased my desire to bury my waving wand in succulent pussy. I was at the brink of maddening frustration. Flopping around beneath their amorous manipulations, my flesh was heating up fiercely, their wild actions slapping my sturdy stick in my undulating stomach as I rose and fell to the steady beat of my pounding heart. My hips were fucking the air, my mouth open in a constant stream of wild moans and guttural grunts.
This was foreplay taken to the extreme, my dick burning with lust, my nuts aching. Every muscle was screaming to be called into the action of scrwing my brains out. "Hot" is a tame word for the need pulsing in every pore of my body. My chest would explode it I didn't get my cock inside a pussy, or down a throat, or clasped firmly within a pumping hand.
Just when I thought I'd go insane, Linda sat down on my crotch and Camille perched her pussy over my face. I stared into gaping cunt as my dickhead slipped inside familiar territory. Linda lowered over my stake and Camille lowered onto my open and greedy mouth. The double stimulation was incredible. Linda slid over my lubricated length as Camille pressed her pussy against my tongue.
I drove into Camille's cunt with forceful drive. As my crotch was kissed by Linda's labia, my dick buried to the hilt, my lips were curling into the succulent folds of brand new pussy. My hips were shifted into automatic pilot as I focused on tasting Camille. My tongue matched my thrusting hips jab for jab, Camille juicing into my drinking mouth, her hole frantically gripping my tongue. My cock and my tongue knew the luxury of drooling flesh, of cunts flowing around my invading prongs. I fucked and sucked at the same time, had my two greatest pleasures simultaneously. My mind couldn't grasp the concept, refused to distinguish between the two very different sets of sensations colliding in my brain. If this was heaven, I was ready to die!
Linda pounded her ass against my balls, her pussy swallowing every bit of my wide and lengthy meat. Her bouncing body felt wonderfully good on meat and my climax quickly returned to its former state of readiness. My hips stopped driving to prolong the feel of a cock filled with swirling cum, to let Linda work my flesh at her own speed and within her own needs.
My tongue slipped out of Camille's hole to investigate the wonders of her slit, to reach up to her clit and down to her ass. I swabbed her deck in gliding strokes, my tongue flattened and curled, pulled back to flick her flesh with a vibrating tip. Her pussy wiggled and squirmed around me, her clit pushing against my batting prong.
Linda rocked back and forth over my captured cock, knocked it from wall to wall, slapped it around like an insensitive dildo. And I was far from that! My cockhead quivered with excitement, blood racing through my stretched and reddening skin. My balls trembled, my sac crawling over my hard eggs as Linda's crack roughly massaged them. Her actions forced my hands to Camille's thighs to lift her from my face, to give me a chance to fortify my lungs with fresh and needed air.
Camille's hands dug into my chest, filled themselves with my pecs, pulled my curly hairs. My tiny knobs raised up to touch her palms, heightened my enjoyment tremendously. I forced my eyes open to gaze along her leaning back. A strange feeling overtook me when I realized that the two were kissing, their lips pressed together above me. I felt less the center of attention, was even struck with a tinge of jealousy. Someone else was kissing my wife in quite a sexual way and I found that very upsetting. But I pushed that out of my mind as my cock reminded me just how close it was to spraying inside a devouring box.
I eased up on my arms, let Camille's cunt return to my face to remove the sight of the kissing women, to once again let me think I was the only object of their powerful lust. My hips pumped with renewed vigour, my mouth remaining on the outside of Camille's clutching twat to assure plenty of air would be available when it came time to dump my mounting load. And that time was rapidly approaching.
I clamped onto Camille's clit to concentrate my mouth in a single spot while my main energies shot into my crotch. I penetrated Linda's pussy with forceful stabs, shot myself upwards until my ass left the bed. My muscles were straining to meet the challenge of Linda's downward crash. My hands dug into Camille's flesh to hold my upper torso still while my lower half raised and lowered on the squeaking bed.
Then Linda exerted her will, pushed against my driving crotch with such force that I could no longer raise us up. My cock sped up and down her gripping walls, her pussy holding me tight as a clamping fist. She held herself firmly in place as I plowed up her furrow, banged the back of her box with a drooling head. At the same time, my lips locked around Camille's protruding clit and sucked hard. The rapturous resistance from both women brought my climax to a head, placed my cum right below my cockhole.
Linda's powerful grasp sucked my semen out of my tightly squeezed tube and into her narrow tunnel. Her grip was so fierce that my cum had to claw its way out of my tube to find its much needed freedom. My shots were nowhere near as rapid as I was used to. The pressure put space between each eruption, the blast as mighty as always but spread out so each leap of hot cum could be counted. And, of course, the length of time it took to fuly drain my dick was dramatically drawn out. It truly seemed to take forever to empty my storehouse.
I had to release Camille's clit, my mouth pulling away to express my deep satisfaction, the ecstasy of this new form of ejaculation.
My blasting shots must have bombarded Linda's orgasm in just the right way because she followed my climax with a very healthy one of her own. Her pussy drained over my locked-in-place dick, her drenching twat rubbing up and down my fiery flesh. Her dripping walls washed my flaming torch with a flowing river of hot lava, her velvety interior slowly rising and falling over my turgid tool in a loving and passionate embrace.
Her pussy quickly succumbed to two magnificent orgasms, our juices combined in the culmination of our carnal act. My heaving muscle was surrounded by the thickness of our mutual releases, sat in the wet and wonderful product of our pleasure.
Camille vacated my face, then left the bed completely. I was disappointed that she hadn't cum for me, didn't grant me the pleasure of knowing her funky fuck flavours. But then her intent was to see that Linda and I enjoyed each other, to help bolster our failing sexual creativity. That she had done and so her job was finished. For tonight.
Linda raised off my softening dong and nestled next to me, her head resting on my arm, her hand caressing the hairs on my chest.
"Ah, I see you're beginning to loosen your ways, Mr. Lawrence," Camille said, pointing to my soft and uncovered cock. "You no longer try to hide yourself, your pretty penis left for me to enjoy. A positive step, and one that will take you nearer your fantasy."
"And exactly when are we going to get one?" I asked, trying not to sound too anxious. "I mean, that's the reason you're here in the first place."
"Not tomorrow night, but the night after," Camille dressed as she spoke. "Tomorrow night I'll leave you on your own. My services are required elsewhere. To fully prepare you, I would like you to try puppy-style sex. Or have you already done that?"
"Not often," I answered too quickly.
"Ah, another hurdle to overcome before you are truly free to enjoy all that sex has to offer. But this is only a suggestion. I will never force you into anything you don't find pleasurable. However, you'll never know until you try. Do at least try."
I looked at Linda, who nodded. Turning back to Camille, I said, "All right, we're willing to try. Don't be upset if it doesn't work for us, though."
Camille laughed and shook her head. "You're not trying to please me, Mr. Lawrence. Do only that which pleases yourself."
Fully dressed, Camille leaned over, circled her fingers around my cock, and kissed its head. Then she drew my moist dick into her mouth to suck away the few drops of our orgasm that sat on its surface. Her tongue was warm and exciting on my flaccid flesh, her lips gliding up and off.
"Very tasty. My reward for tonight," she said, patting my prick. "You are a lucky woman, Linda."
With that, she turned and left the room.
"And I'm a lucky man," I said before kissing Linda fully on the mouth, our tongues tenderly entwined. I pulled her closer, then reached for the sheet to cover our contented bodies. It would be another night of restful, satisfying sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
The only good thing about Wednesday is it means the week is half over. And I needed it to be over. It seemed that every questionable loan I had ever made decided to turn bad in the past three days. It was not a wonderful week.
When I told Linda what a rotten week I was having, she slipped into her mothering mode, babying me, pampering my ego, assuring me that all was right with the world. That's exactly what I need every now and then.
I took a long, leisurely bath while Linda made some of my favourite things for supper. Then we sat in the living room, Linda massaging my temples to ease away my cares. She worked a miracle, the bank forgotten, my thoughts turning to subjects more pleasurable.
We spent the evening playing Scrabble, and then it was time for bed. It was time to try Camille's latest suggestion-and sex. Naked and laying next to each other, my impulse was to talk about it first. But that would kill the spontaneity and make the whole affair clinical. I kept my mouth shut for a change.
I started my foreplay and Linda responded as always. When something works, stick with it. I kissed her passionately as my hands drew her beautiful body next to mine, face to face, tits to chest, cock to cunt. I moved my crotch around so her bush would tickle my dick, straighten out the wrinkles. My hands slid down to her ass, cupped her mounds and pressed her pussy against my firming dick.
My head untangled her hair as it stretched up to kiss her belly, our tongues caressing above bodies that grew warm with exciting promises. When my dick lengthened to its limit, I reached around to fondle silken lips, her protruding mound soft and provocative in my hand.
My fingers slipped into her slit, coursed along her valley. I played around her hole until she began to moisten for me, her pussy a wet haven for my lonesome length. That pussy that was soon to be its home.
"Turn over, sweetheart," I whispered.
My hand slid over her hip as she turned around and backed her butt into my crotch. My throbbing firmness lay against her ass crack, my balls pressed into the warm crevice formed by legs and sloping globes. I rubbed myself against her waiting body as I kissed her neck and ran my hand along her smooth thigh.
I was somewhat nervous as I lowered my dick to place my cockhead nearer her hole. My hand came between her legs to raise her thigh, to part the way for my advancing dick.
She propped her leg up to hold herself open for me. My hand slipped up to her slit, moistened wriggling fingers with her pussy's juices, then trailed her wetness along the entire length of her slit.
"Is this right?" Linda asked doubtfully.
"I guess. Something wrong?"
"No. Not yet. It just seems a little strange."
"It's just different, sweetheart. Relax."
I stroked my cock on her thigh to give her a familiar feel. Her hand came between her legs to rub my thick stake, to help guide me in. My head touched her hole and I felt her body tense. I pressed on.
Her cunt was like a ripe melon, her hole was firm, the lips snugly closed. It felt good to press myself inside her. It suddenly occurred to me that her love-hole needed to be prepared even more. I brought my hand to my mouth, sucked in my middle finger to get it wet and ready. Then pulling away from her ass, I brought my moistened finger to her hole.
"Ease up, honey, I'm going to finger-fuck you first. Give you a little something to nibble on before the main course."
My excited finger circled around her opening until I felt the heat grow in her puckered flesh. I slipped inside. A quick gasp told me she felt my entrance. I took it slowly, her muscle clamped around my sturdy intruder. Her interior was simultaneously warm and fleshy, the walls of her snatch much more moist than I expected. It was like climbing into a cloud.
I twisted as I advanced, probing her gently until half my finger was lodged in her. I backed out and began to thrust up her channel in little strokes, letting her become accustomed to this new experience. Each stroke rode up just a little further, produced a louder sigh. Linda quickly adapted.
Once she had accepted my entire length, I stroked more quickly and deeply. The more rapidly I twisted and plunged, the more excited she became. Linda actively worked my finger with her humping hips. I pushed and probed until I reached the innermost regions of her enveloping flesh, my invading finger gliding smoothly within her slick channel. Her opening no longer gripped me as tightly, her body eased into the rhythm of my thrusts.
"Oh, Todd! Does that ever feel good!" Linda moaned in surprise.
"Yeah. This is real nice, honey. I can't wait to get my dick inside you!"
"Then don't wait. Do it. Do it now!"
I removed my finger from her swaying butt. It glistened in the bedroom light, sparkled with the dew of her hot interior.
I pushed up and pried between her clamping muscle, the tip of my dick barely reaching inside her. I knew her interior was now oiled sufficiently to receive my anxious dick, and I had to get into the lips of her opening. She took a couple of deep breaths and her hole decreased its tremendous pressure. I took advantage of the momentary lapse in her grip and plowed upward, my wide cockhead charging inside her wet tunnel. Her circle closed into the groove of my cock and squeezed. What a powerful pussy! This was quite unlike any pussy and I couldn't wait to make further advances into her from behind. We had discovered "another way".
I pushed my long, fiery stick forward, allowed it to work its way inside her in a continuous strokes from tip to base. Up and up I climbed, my fleshy prod pushing aside the warm, moist walls of her cunt to let me reach my needed goal of total penetration.
Once fully captured by her sensuous slit, I sat in awe of the wonderful sensations captivating my cock. We both just laid there, overwhelmed by the delight of a brand new experience. My dick trembled in excitement, her cunt so hot and juicy it can't be described.
Her flesh surrounded my cockhead as I thrust forward and back, my skin in contant contact with hers. I picked up the pace and Linda responded with deeper sighs and rocking hips.
The ride was smooth and gliding, my retreating moves bringing fluids to her circle and spreading my shaft with hot lubrication. Quick, sturdy stabs brought an equal reaction from Linda's pounding hips, my dick drawn deep inside her, my girth held with clamping pressure. Her lovehole gripped me so tightly that the skin at the base of my dick was forced along the firm muscle beneath it, stretched my groin each time I backed down her sleek highway. It shortened my strokes, but not my pleasure.
"Loosen up, baby! This is nice, but I can't get all the way in. I want to drive all the way in and all the way out. I want to fuck you good, I want to ride pussy!"
Her grip released my dick and I shot back to bang my needy head against her entrance. I instantly leapt into long, plowing thrusts that slapped my nuts against her ass. The quicker my driving shaft pushed its way inside her tight, pumping slot, the closer I worked my way to the point of giving up my thick, white juices. A climax was on the horizon.
Linda played with her clit while I continued to grind my way into her. I could feel her fingers against my flaming cock, feel her cunt push back against me as I filled her with my strong and sturdy muscle. She stroked my cock, her fingers held firm as I glided by. The added stimulation brought me closer and closer to climax.
Still thrusting, I circled my hips and spun my dick around inside her. She squealed her delight at my inspired rotation, held herself motionless so I could do as I pleased, do whatever I wanted to get myself off. The churning action of my bulging rod increased my lust, heightened my need to slam myself into my wife's beautiful body. I wanted to ram into her with my most powerful lunges. I was so excited, so turned on by her butt, that I couldn't drive fast enough or hard enough to please my raging dick.
I fucked her without letting up, gave no thought to her needs. The satisfying of my savage cock was all-consuming. The harder I drove, the louder I moaned, the greater the need to reach my orgasm. One hand latched onto her fleshy asscheek, dug into her muscles, held on for my barbaric ride. My other hand lay trapped somewhere beneath me, my fingers clawing at my tensed thigh.
Linda's hips joined the action once again, her interest renewed, her sighs apparently sighs of pleasure. I wondered if fucking her this way would bring her to a strong orgasm, but it was a fleeting thought. My own climax dominated my body, sent quaking shivers through my flesh.
I gritted my teeth, my breathing reduced to quick pants, as I slashed her cunt with the steady beat of my staunch stick. I pounded deep inside her with relentless jabs, my cum inching closer and closer to release.
A few thick, thrusting stabs later, hot juices poured out of the end of my wavering wand and into her love chute.
"Here I cum!" I announced with great exhilaration. I'm sure I didn't have to tell her that my dick was dumping my cream into her chasm. My mouth clamped shut as sperm wriggled up my tube and dove off my tip.
My hips barely moved, my cock buried to its base, my head wobbling only slightly as I came. The explosion was tremendous, felt good unloading in Linda's magnificent box. My eruption forced her hole to close tightly around my spewing girth, her squeezing lock trapping cum inside my shaft. My dick fiercely burned and itched, brought a startled scream from my lips.
"Let go!" I finally cried. The fire was not to be tolerated. "Don't block it! You're killing it!"
Nothing felt as good as the release of pressure on my flaming meat. Cum flew up and out, then oozed over my gaping cockhole. My relieved sigh lasted forever, the flames dying, my dick returning to a state of normalcy.
When I removed my fiery rod from her, I stared down at the reddened thing, watched it pulse and throb as it slowly gave up its firmness. My dick's enthusiasm and strength gradually disappeared, my skin wrinkling as my head retracted. I flopped onto my back, an exhausted and satisfied man.
"Gosh, that was good!" I said after a moment.
"For you maybe," Linda said soberly.
"You didn't like it?" I asked incredulously.
"Of course I liked it! But what about my orgasm? You got it started, but that's all. It isn't nice to leave me like this."
Linda had rolled onto her back. Now she was staring at me with a pleading look in her eye. Her hands massaged her frustrated pussy to keep her orgasm at least minimally alive. Guilt washed over me. I glanced down at my dead dick and knew it would take a hell of a lot of coaxing to get it to stand up again. But all was not lost.
I crawled between her legs and pushed her hands out of my way. Flattening out on my stomach, I brought my face up to her pussy. My tongue reached out to tickle her cunt, to let her know I was about to tongue her to climax. Her legs stretched out to part her pussy's sweet lips, to show me what awaited my mouth.
I inched up and in, our lips caressing, my prong probing around her fleshy folds before seeking the object of her desire. Her body rolled around my advances, her juices spilling into my face. Before diving inside her box, I reached up to kiss her clit, to draw it in and give her nubbin a little swat. She purred above me and I watched her hands clasp onto her breasts. Her fingers disappeared into her mounds as she gripped herself in the pleasures of my invading tongue. her cunt was hot and moist when I climbed inside. I stroked her pussy with my tongue, my fingers leaping into her folds to spread her wide apart. After a few loving thrusts, I pulled out to lick up and down her drooling slit, to taste the woman I had married. I lapped up her cunt juices and drank them down, then dove back in for more. I raced along her gash with fevered interest, did my best to help her reach her orgasm.
Her climax became all-important, my own enjoyment secondary to stimulating her pussy into giving up its cum. I ate and sucked, nipped at her heated flesh, sent my tongue scurrying all around her crotch. My mouth flew from the supple beginnings of her hairy mound down to the firm and clasping eye of her asshole. I left no part of her untouched.
My fingers worked her cunt lips like an accordion, opening and closing her box around my face. My lapping tongue did everything but talk. I moved so fast that Linda's hips began to pump and circle in wild excitement.
I darted in and out of her hole, poked and probed her with my nose and my tongue, chewed on her flesh with my devouring lips. I placed one hand on her clit, left it there to stimulate her, while I concentrated lower in her gash. I pressed my face into her pussy as far as it would go, my nose and my chin buried in succulent folds of flesh.
She was flowing like a rushing river, her bush soaking wet from my drooling mouth and her effusive snatch. I forced her pouty labia apart with two fingers, bared her hole to my greedy prong. In I went, and in I stayed, playing around inside her cunt. I touched the tip of my tongue from wall to wall, flicked it around in her open spaces, worked it from floor to ceiling. Her flesh was hot and soft. It retreated from my plunging tongue. Her body bounced on the bed, skewered her pussy on the invigorating intruder. I could tell she was getting off, her orgasm surely swelling. I widened my mouth to be sure I'd capture every drop of her spewing nectars.
After so much play, I got down to serious business. I fucked her with my tongue in steady strokes. My speed increased and I stopped probing around, kept my tongue straight and driving. Her hips did everything else she needed to ensure the release of her honey. She swayed from side to side, then rocked up and down. All the while, I maintained a steady in and out action.
Much to my surprise, my dick found the strength to rise again. I worked my own hips, plowed my erection into the bed, rubbed my tender flesh against the sheets. I fucked the mattress while I fucked her pussy, my entire body like one huge cock.
"Oh, Todd. Keep doing that. That's wonderful!"
She obviously liked my undulating fingers, my hands playing with her pussy like a trumpet. I increased their flowing motion, pressed into her more firmly. Her moans lengthened, her body easing into a less frantic rhythm.
Heat built up inside her box and I could tell that Linda was close to erupting into my mouth. My own climax was a long way of f, but that wasn't the obj ective this time. I kept my cool, didn't let excitement change a thing.
Linda's body stopped all movement. Her ass raised up from the bed, my face rising right along with it. I kept jabbing her with my tongue and anxiously awaited the fruits of my labour.
With high-pitched squeals and drawn-out sighs, Linda unleashed her orgasm. Her thick outporing swirled around my curled tongue. I drank her down, sweet fluids snaking over my tongue and down into my throat. Then I darted back in for more, for more of her sweetness to satisfy my hungry appetite.
I love the taste of her pussy, even without an orgasm, but the flavour seemed doubly delicious now that I wasn't concerned about reaching my own climax. I was still humping the bed, but it only added to the experience; got my entire body involved in eating pussy, enhanced the sensations around my face and mouth.
Once she stopped gushing, I licked up her crack, sought the drops that had escaped me. I had been so thorough that there was little lube left to be found. I enjoyed the licking just the same, her cunt closing around my searching lips. Finished, sated, I wriggled my head inside her crotch, and vibrated my lips. Linda broke into laughter, her hands extracting my face from her cunt.
"Don't do that. It tickles!"
"It's supposed to," Is aid as I climbed up her body. I laid my erection atop her box and gave her a quick peck. "Did you get off?"
"Are you serious?"
"You mean that little trickle was it?"
She slapped my ass a good whack, then drove her fingernails into my hairy bottom. "You're lucky you got anything at all!"
"And what's that supposed to mean? I suppose you didn't like the way I ate your pussy? Now, would you kindly remove your fingers from my ass before you draw blood?"
"I'll think about it. Todd, honey, you did really good. I just can't believe I had to tell you to, that's all."
"Oh, well. I apologize for my moment of selfishness. Now, what's to eat? I'm starved!"
"Eat? You just ate!"
"I mean food, my dear, food to keep this gorgeous body healthy!" I said as I got up.
Linda snickered and pointed to my hard-on. "That looks healthy enough! Feed it any more and it'll explode."
I stood next to the bed and waved my wand at her. "Care for a sandwich? I've got plenty of meat."
"Maybe later. I'll join you in a minute."
"Don't be long," I said, shaking my dick at her.
Linda smiled and I headed for the kitchen. It had been a long time since I needed food after sex. This was a sure sign that things were returning to normal.
CHAPTER FIVE
My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I answered the doorbell to stare down the barrel of a revolver. Camille pointed the thing at my chest, backing me into the apartment. She was dressed in a policewoman's blues, complete with badge, handcuffs, billy club, and, quite obviously, a gun.
"Back up, mister," Camille commanded with great authority, her voice lowered, her tone deadly serious. "No quick moves. Hands behind your head. Nice and easy."
My hands went to the back of my head without hesitation. Could she really be a cop? And if so, what the fuck had I done to be treated like a dangerous criminal? She backed me into the bedroom and I kept my mouth shut. I didn't dare take a chance that she was serious and that the gun was loaded.
Linda screamed when she saw the gun.
"On your feet, lady! Both of you, up against the wall. Assume the position. Now!" The gun motioned us to the wall, looked all too real and convincing.
"What the fuck--"
"Shut up, mister. I'll let you know when it's time to talk. Hands on the wall and spread 'em."
Linda shot me a worried look as we both reached for the wall.
"Eyes front, sister!"
Linda's arms visibly trembled as she turned her gaze away from me. I, too, stared at the wallpaper, my feet apart, my tensed body prepared to be frisked. I kept wondering if this was for real, or if it was only a game. Camille's hands began at my shoulders. She actually seemed to be searching for something as she frisked me.
"What's this?" she asked, her hand cupping my nuts, lifting them to press them into my flaccid prick. She closed her fingers tightly around my genitals and squeezed. "You hiding something down there, mister?"
"Uh, no, officer. That's all me."
"Bullshit! Turn around and strip it down, buster. Everything off. There's more in that crotch than what God gave you to work with."
I turned around and started to undress, glanced between the pointing gun and Linda's quivering body. She was close to tears and genuinely frightened.
"What's this all about, Camille? Are you--"
"I told you to shut up! One more word and I shoot your dick off. Now get out of those clothes!"
Camille kept the gun pointed at my crotch as her free hand frisked Linda's quaking figure. She smiled while her hand dove between Linda's legs, reaching up to fondle her cunt. I stripped as quickly as I could to hopefully draw focus upon myself and away from Linda.
"Okay, lady. It's your turn. That crotch it too full to be only pussy."
Linda turned to face me and covered herself, her arms folded over her chest in resisting defiance. She looked really scared, and so was I. I stood in my shorts, hesitant to bare my vulnerable manhood. Then I caught Camille giving Linda a conspiratory wink and a smile. It suddenly hit me that this was all a game, that Camille had cast us into our first fantasy!
Linda's body quieted and she began to strip. Realizing what was happening, I willingly stepped out of my underwear and proudly stood with everything on display. Then I decided to play along, to adopt a meek and frightened role. I brought my hands into my crotch to cover myself up.
"Hands behind your head, and keep 'em there, mister!"
"Yes, ma'am. Whatever you say, ma'am." I was really getting into this, my hands rising to let her see my dangling dick. I moved into the wide stance that I had so often seen in the movies. A decadent thrill coursed through my veins, my naked body exposed in all its glory. Camille's eyes caressed my flesh and a wave of heat followed her lowering gaze. By the time she reached my crotch, I presented her with a semi-erection, my dick lifting away from my balls, swelling, lengthening beneath her loving look.
"Turn around and grab your ankles, buster." Camille's voice softened some, yet carried the same authoritative tone.
I dutifully obeyed, my hands locking around my ankles as I bent myself in half. I watched her approached through my parted legs, my hairy crack spread for her inspection.
She knelt between my legs, the gun holstered, her hands placed on my butt to pull my ass cheeks further apart. It was a strange feeling having someone stare up my mass, to have a stranger so close to my crack that they could count every fucking hair. It was also exciting and stimulating, my cock rising to full erection.
Her thumbs sat next to my asshole, moved around to change the shape of my puckered circle. I couldn't believe it when she licked up my crack, her tongue pressed firmly against my flesh. One long swipe at my backside, then she zeroed in on my hole, her tongue racing around the rim of my pit. It was warm and wet. It was also the first time a mouth had placed itself right on top of my asshole!
She kissed up and down my valley before returning to suck on my sac, her tongue darting in and out and around. She lavished moisture on my balls to make her touch even more exciting. My natural reaction was to block her advances, but no amount of concentration would permit me to interfere. And I wanted to relax for t her, wanted to experience her fucking tongue and fingers.
She pulled her face out of my crack and pressed her fingers into my crotch. I was so sufficiently wetted that she slipped right in, her finger violating my anus. One forceful grunt accompanied her intrusion, my asshole bearing down on her invading length. She poked and ; probed inside me. The feeling was simply not to my liking. There wasn't any discomfort. It just felt extremely odd to have something wriggling around inside my butt. I prayed she'd replace her finger with her tongue, that organ being softer and more pliable.
She stroked along my virgin tunnel and I slowly relaxed my gripping muscles, actually got used to being plugged. Just when I was beginning to enjoy the strange sensations skittering around my ass, she slipped out and reached between my legs to grab onto my nuts. She held them, rolled them around, stretched them downwards.
"Straighten up," she ordered, releasing my balls. "You're clean."
Camille focused her attention on Linda. I stood and watched the uniformed woman run her hands over Linda's tits. She felt her rubbery mounds with massaging fingers, molding her breasts into a variety of shapes. She didn't play there for long, stepped behind Linda's curvaceous body, and snaked her hands over jutting hips. Linda's cunt became the object of Camille's investigation, her fingers clawing down to the top of her dark brown bush.
I couldn't keep myself from stroking my throbbing hard-on as Camille dove into Linda's crotch, her fingers pulling back on soft hair to slightly expose the dark gash between my wife's long and lovely legs. I stared into the darkness, mesmerized by her opening pussy.
Camille worked Linda's cunt, spread and released her lips, flattened her hair to expose the white flesh of her mound. Then her hand sidled in and I knew Camille slipped a finger into Linda's juicy interior. Linda sighed above the gentle fucking of her cunt, her hands loose at her sides, her body relaxed.
My stroking had quickened its pace as I watched my wife being finger-fucked by our "arresting officer." Her body fell into rhythm with Camille's thrusting hand. I was intrigued by the sight of a pussy being stimulated into releasing flowing fluids, a pussy captivated by plunging penetration.
The time spent in Linda's cunt was brief, Camille extracting her dew-covered finger. Her hands returned to Linda's tits for a final squeeze, one last tweak of her soft nipples before stepping between us.
"On the bed, mister. On your back with your hands \ over your head."
I stretched out on top of the covers, lay on my back spread-eagled. Linda moved to the foot of the bed and stared up my naked body. Camille climbed on top, straddled my chest, then brought my arms together. She held my wrists with one hand while the other groped at my belt to release it. Apprehension consumed my mind as I pretended to struggle with her.
"Oh, no you don't!" I exclaimed. I separated my arms and tried to lift away from the bed. Camille's body kept me in place. Before I knew it, she held my arms down again. My free hand grabbed onto Camille's arm and kept her from securing me to the bed. I was shocked when Linda came to her aid and pulled my arm down to the pillow. Camille threw her body across mine. Between the two of them, they managed to pin me to the bed.
I struggled against them, but I was held fast, my arms over my head, my hands useless. Helpless and vulnerable, I lat at their mercy. Fear shot through my exposed flesh. They could do anything they wanted to me and there was no way I could stop them. I've never felt more naked, nor more excited. My dick pounded on my stomach, my legs closing over my nuts to protect them from whatever these two perverts had in mind.
I tried to relax, kept telling myself how silly I was being. We were here for pleasure and I certainly wouldn't be harmed. But having my hands held out of action instilled a nagging doubt in my brain. I kept thinking that they'd do things to my body that I didn't want done. What if they decided to shave me? Or give me a tattoo? Or worst of all, shove something up my ass and fuck me! That thought started me squirming on the bed as Camille lifted off my chest. I fought against negative thoughts, calmed down, and waited.
Linda stood next to the bed, gazing up and down my naked flesh. An odd look rested on her face, a look that said she was enjoying my surrender, a devilish gleam that started me worrying all over again.
Camille and Linda whispered at the foot of the bed as Camille slipped out of her uniform and got down to bare essentials. Both of them knelt on the bed, facing one another, my crossed legs between them. Camille inched closer to Linda's lovely face and they met in a gentle kiss. As their bodies slowly pressed together, Linda's breasts flattened against Camille's. Their hands raced up and down each other's naked flesh, their kiss more zealous.
Linda broke the embrace to lower onto one of Camille's little titties, her lips closing around a soft nipple; one hand slipping into the neatly trimmed box below her sucking mouth. Her hand rubbed and stroked, then stopped to work long fingers into the slit beneath her caressing palm. Camille sighed and arched her back to press more tit into Linda's devouring mouth.
I watched in fascination as the two women made love to each other. I never knew Linda like to do it with other women, and thought that this was her first time. Whether it was or not, she certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. Seeing her pleasure, pleased me as well. My dick bobbed and jumped at the lusty action as both women pawed at each other. Within seconds, four tits boasted erect nipples that verified their enjoyment and accentuated the power of mutual stimulation.
Watching their pussies open and close, be manipulated by probing fingers, was torture to my dick. I wanted to join them, place myself between their gorgeous bodies and become part of their sexual endeavours. Handcuffed to the bed, I could do nothing more than watch. My frustration grew, my arms wanting to grab at them, my dick drooling onto my stomach.
I uncrossed my legs, sent them out in search of female flesh. I had to at least touch them, be in contact with the beauty of the erotic scene unfolding before my yearning eyes. My actions only heightened the urgency of my desires. My balls rolled around in their confining sac when knees pressed against my thighs and stroked my flesh as they moved around in the heat of passion.
Camille stood and Linda immediately buried her face in hot pussy, her tongue leading the way. Her hands pressed against my leg to add leverage to her strokes, her mouth disappearing between parted cunt lips. Camille's hands forced Linda's head even further up her slit as she spread herself over Linda's devouring face.
When Linda pulled away, her face glimmered with Camille's juices, her tongue racing around her lips to taste the flavours of the other's cunt. Camille lowered as Linda raised, their faces coming together once again. Their kiss was long and deep.
When they separated, they both turned to me. My heart leaped. I knew it was my turn. I didn't know what they'd do to me, but I was more than ready to receive whatever they had in mind.
They stretched out crossways on the bed, one on each side of my hips. Their hot breath collided over my dick.
Camille reached over and raised my glistening cockhead up between them. I was so worked up, so aroused, that just her touch made me aware of the already powerful climax waiting to be released. No matter what they did, this was going to be the best orgasm of my life!
Both of them came in to kiss up and down my stiffened muscle. My rod shook and trembled beneath their caressing lips, my flesh on fire, my head pounding. One hand cupped my nuts, another flattened my hair against my abdomen, two fingers locked around my pulsing base. The remaining two hands played across my heaving chest and undulating stomach, my hairs tickling my skin with the light touch of skimming fingers. What a delirious sensation!
This thrilling attention was topped by a hot mouth descending over my pulsing knob. I drew in a long, deep breath as my cockhead slipped into a humid cave, the feeling beyond expression. I thought I'd lose it when moist lips closed around my girth and slid down my length, my head gliding along a curling tongue to slip into a gripping throat. I gritted my teeth, air forcing its way in and out in short bursts of whistling speed. My eyes squeezed shut from the intensity of the pleasure consuming my cock.
Whoever held my dick so deliciously firm, kept me locked inside her throat. Her lips were chewing on my flesh, the tip of her tongue licking up and down my excited shaft. Jices poured out of my cockhole in a miniature climax, my thick vein pumping blood into my swelling head. I barely noticed the massaging of my balls, my cock capturing my excitement.
I was almost thankful when the mouth slid up and off my engorged organ, the pressure built up inside it given a chance to subside. I reached out to console my swollen dick, to soothe away the aching need. Only then did I become aware of my helplessness once again.
When I struggled, the bed erupted in an explosion of lusty activity. Linda earnestly sucked on my cock while Camille lowered her face between my legs. One nut slipped into Camille's mouth, her tongue rolling my orb within her orifice. Then she began to suck, drew my tender egg deeper into her cave, her lips chomping on my stretching scrotum. Their hands were all over my heated flesh, Linda digging around my crotch and lower stomach, Camille racing along the insides of my thighs. My body erupted in raging rapture, my hips pumping, my legs trembling beneath tickling fingertips. Having my balls and cock sucked at the same time, and four hands stimulating my flesh, was almost more than I could tolerate. Almost.
Camille exchanged one nut for the other. Linda increased the pressure of her sucking mouth. Their hands gripped and dug at my muscles, matched the power behind their fantastic mouths. My entire body became erect, every sinew and fiber pumped full of hot blood. I was tensed to the max. My flopping movements turned to precise actions, my hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, my legs opening and closing to work my groin, my ass tightening and relaxing. The three of us moved together, as a unit, a fuck machine designed to bring about my climax.
Camille released my nut, wet skin falling between my legs to send a cold shill through my thighs. She joined Linda on my cock, my knob free, their lips gliding along my slippery length. I raised my head to watch them lick my dick, the sight wildly erotic. They both closed around my pointing tip before raising completely off me to kiss each other above my throbbing cock. Then down they came to capture my head between them, their lips surrounding me, their tongues tickling the sensitive skin of my engorged bulb. The sensation was divine and something they could maintain for the rest of the night if they so desired. They'd get no complaints from me!
They stroked up and down my fevered flesh for only a few more moments before it was time for a change. My poor dick was abandoned while they switched positions. Linda straddled my crotch, her pussy hovering above my stretched dick. Camille laid herself between my legs.
Linda straightened my pole and teased my tip with her nest, her hand brushing my trembling cockhead aross her mound. My hips jerked away each time her hair tickled my tip. Then I held myself steady when she introduced me to her slit, rocked my cock up and down within her lips. Her pussy enfolded around my knob and caressed it with silky softness. Finally, she stopped my cock in perfect position for penetration, my hole kissing hers, my hips anxious to drive me upwards.
Linda lowered over my stake, her hand removed to clear the way for total penetration. I glided up her cunt, didn't stop until our pubic hairs mingled. Linda swayed on my stick as Camille came in to lick my balls, her tongue following the seam of my sac. Then Linda bounced her beautiful body atop my pumping prong, my hips leaping into the action.
Camille's tongue continued to stroke my nuts while Linda rode my rod, her hands buried in my chest to heighten the force behind her thrusts. Camille's hands raked my legs, rippled my thighs with pushing palms, her fingers digging into hard muscle when she reached my groin.
I was totally consumed by the need to cum. My climax had reached the top of my tower and would erupt at any second. My hands struggled to reach for Linda's hips, to grab on and make her jabs even more powerful. They were forced to ball into fists instead, locked above my head in utter frustration.
Sensing the nearness of my climax, Linda slowed down, her pussy releasing some of its grip. I wobbled slightly as I stabbed at her twat, my hips rufusing to give up their driving speed.
Sometime during all this wild activity, Camille slipped out of my crotch and let my balls bounce beneath my pummeling prong. My orgasm teetered so close to the edge of eruption that I didn't miss the added stimulation; Linda's swamping snatch was more than enough to get me off.
Linda barely moved as I jabbed away, slammed my head into the blocking wall of her box, pulled down to her clasping circle to immediately ram back inside her. Up and down I dove in beautiful bliss, rocking within her loosened flesh.
Linda surprised me with her orgasm, her hot fluids cascading over my plunging prick. Her pussy quivered around my cock, her lips gripping, my prong feeling the naked flames from her spewing furnace.
Her jiggling cunt forced my cum to spurt out of me. I blasted into her, our cum colliding in a catastrophic clash that shook my body from head to toe. I stopped pumping, my dick doing quite enough pumping on its own. I came and came, sending giant gobs up to meet Linda's gushing climax. The liquids of love splashed around inside her, swirled and clung to my stick. I didn't think either of us would ever stop, our streams never ending.
Of course, we finally did. Her pussy settled and my cock calmed, stayed fully erect inside her. Neither of us could move for the longest time, our flesh too sensitive. Even when Linda lifted off me, my dick remained hard as a rock, crashed into my abdomen with a slippery slap. She snuggled up next to me, her hand massaging my chest, her lips nuzzling my neck.
I looked around and discovered that Camille was nowhere in sight. "Uh-oh," I said.
"What?"
"Where's Camille?" I asked worriedly. "Gone, I guess. Why?"
I jerked on the handcuffs. "I want to ask her about this."
Linda raised up and scanned the room. She called out for Camille. Silence surrounded us. "Hold still. Let me take a look."
"Great!
"Calm down, honey. Camille wouldn't go off just like that." Linda climbed out of bed and found the billy club on the floor. "Now what do you suppose we're supposed to do with this?" she asked, stroking the long, black stick. "We can figure that out later. Did you find Camille?"
"No, dear."
She waved in front of me, teased me as though she was going to use the stick. With my cock in one hand and the billy club in the other, she straddled my body, spread her pussy out on my torso. A hot spot grew in the center of my chest.
"You can undo me now," I said.
"Maybe, maybe not." She shot me a devilish smile.
My freed hands reached out for her body, pulled her down on top of me. I kissed her eagerly, before I rolled her onto the bed next to me.
I massaged my wrists. "That was some fantasy! I wonder if all arrests are like that! Kind of makes you want to be a cop, doesn't it?"
"Whatever you say, dear. Come on. There's half a roast waiting for us in the kitchen."
Linda's appetite had returned, just like my own.
CHAPTER SIX
Thursday turned out to be as bad as the preceding three days. I swore that there was conspiracy against me, a "Let's get Todd" week declared by all my customers. All the way home, I thought only of a hot shower and a quiet night.
As I opened our front door, I knew something wasn't right. Silence greeted me. Linda usually has the stereo or TV going, but tonight there was neither.
"Linda? You home?" I called out. No answer.
Walking into the living room, I meant to get out of my clothes and into a soothing shower. But the sight in the dining room stopped me cold. Linda sat naked and strapped to a chiar, her hands tied behind her, her legs hooked around the legs of the chair.
"Oh my God! Linda!" I shouted as I rushed towards her.
The crack of a long, black whip stopped me just before I reached her. Camille stepped between us, blocking my approach. She adopted a wide and threatening stance. She stood with the whip snaked along the floor, her body covered in silver-studded, black leather. A dog collar circled her neck, spiked bands graced her wrists. Chains and silver rings ran over and hung from her skin-tight corset. It pressed her tits against her chest to bulge them up and over its deeply cut edge. Her hips sat fully exposed, the leather diving into her crotch in a narrow strip. Black mesh stockings hugged her legs, ending in stiletto spiked heels. The whip cracked again.
"At last, my handsome," Camille said, meanacing evil infusing her words. "You've kept us waiting. We don't like to be kept waiting. On your knees, you wretched cur!"
I stared from Camille to Linda and back again, then lowered to my knees. Linda didn't look scared. She looked as though she had resigned herself to her passive state. Fear never entered my thoughts, either. I knew full well that we were embarking upon yet another fantasy, an excursion into the darker side of sex.
"You are my slave," Camille said huskily. "You will obey me or feel my whip. Take off your shirt and tie, bare your back."
Camille rocked from foot to foot, trailed the whip across the floor in a slinking curve. My blood raced as I stripped to my pants. I had to obey her, my desire to know the sting of a snapping whip nonexistent. With Linda watching, I couldn't take the chance that Camille would turn her dominance on my wife's vulnerable body.
"Good boy," Camille purred. "On all fours. Crawl up to your wife's pussy and sniff it like a dog."
"Gladly!" I responded.
"Slaves don't talk!" Camille snapped. She laid the whip across my back and it slipped over my flesh. "Another outburst and my whip will do much more than kiss your skin."
I rushed into Linda's open cunt, sniffing and inhaling through her hairy nest, doing nothing more than I was told to do. My nostrils were filled with the heady scent of warm pussy.
"Lick it!" Camille cracked the whip for emphasis and my tongue leapt out of my mouth and made immediate contact with Linda's furry mound. I lapped up and down her slit like a thirsty dog, poking just my tip between her lips. Her moist gash quivered at my touch. Linda moaned as my tongue flew from her rising clit to her pouting hole; her body squirming to raise her cunt from the seat. But the chair prevented me from reaching any further down between her legs.
"Climb in and root around. Squeal like a pig."
I felt ridiculous as I oinked and grunted up Linda's cunt, my face burrowing between the folds, my mouth nibbling on velvet flesh.
"Enough," Camille said, pulling back on my shoulder. "Good slaves get rewards. Remember that. Now, remove the rest of your clothes. I have a surprise for your cock."
I stood up and did as instructed, my dick leaping out of my shorts in glorious fullness. I straightened up to await my surprise.
Camille slipped a thin strap of leather beneath my balls, lifted them, then snapped the strap into a circle at the base of my dick. My balls raised away from my thighs and my cock throbed with trapped blood.
"A cock ring looks good on you," camille said, greedily eyeing my encircled prick. "Your balls are smoother and much more appealing. You should always wear one."
The leather sat snugly around my girth and definitely firmed my dick. I slowly got used to the new feelings, came to enjoy it. I stared down at my crotch, at the stretched skin over my nuts, my curly hairs sticking out wildly. My dick bobbed to the steady beat of my pulsing heart, just a little, just enough to give it a life of its own.
Camille leaned over and kissed my hot knob. "Your first reward," she announced, moving behind Linda. She touched her hair, the whip dangling over her breasts. The end coiled in her crotch. "Isn't she beautiful? Don't you like her like this, a toy for our wildest desires? Her body is ours to enjoy."
The whip climbed up her torso, slipped from her shoulder, fell to the floor. Camille's hands grabbed Linda's tits, squeezed them to point soft nipples in my direction. Then she closed over them, pressed her palms into Linda's chest and circled the pliable mounds beneath her rotating hands. Her fingers clamped onto her rising knobs and stretched supple flesh away from her trembling body. I had never abused my wife's breasts so harshly. Now I got a strange thrill from watching such rough treatment; Linda's tits enlogated into slender projectiles.
Camille released her tugging hands and Linda's tits eased back into place, wobbling, jiggling, her red circles redder then before. A breathy sigh followed the release of her mounds, her shoulders rocking to sway her beautiful breasts, her peaks jutting forward provocatively.
"Climb on the chair and feed your cock to this slave's mouth. Ram her full of your pretty penis!"
I stood on the chair, one foot pressing into Linda's box, my big toe rising and falling to tickle her slit. I had to scrunch down a bit to place my dick before her mouth, my legs straining to hold me in the right position. The awkward stance was quickly forgotten as Linda's lips touched my fevered tip. My hands clasped Camille's shoulders to hold me steady, my dick sinking into sumptuous softness. Meanwhile, Linda was drooling over my cockhead and down my shaft.
"Beg for my tits," Camille ordered. "Tell me how much you want them."
"Please, please, bare your breasts. Let me suck on your beautiful tits. Let my mouth devour you."
Camille tugged at her top and her tits popped out, two lovely sundaes with a little cherry on each. I hungrily lowered my face, my dick still gliding in and out of Linda's mouth as my lips clasped pliable flesh between them. My tongue raced out to encounter soft nipples. I wanted to lick and poke them into firmness. I was so eager for Camille's breasts that I sucked on almost entirely into my drooling cave. One had left her shoulder to force the rest of her curving mound into my chomping mouth. Her knob rose up to tickle my tonsils and I damn near gagged, head to pull off her supple splendor. My teeth gripped her erect nipple, my lips sliding forward and back. I was careful not to bite too hard, my tongue flickering across her captive peak.
In the midst of sucking and fucking, my legs gave out.
I started to topple. I grabbed Camille, her tit slipping away from me, my dick extracted from Linda's mouth. I quickly stood, stopped a potentially disastrous fall. My body pounded with an infusion of startled adrenaline.
Linda remained strangely silent as I climbed off the chair. I breathed deeply in eager anticipation of Camille's next command. My dick was in need of action. It throbbed madly in my crotch, my cock head wet and trembling with desire.
Camille moved around the chair to stand only inches away from my heated body. "On the floor, slave! Kiss ray shoes. Take them off to tongue my toes."
I knelt down and lifted one foot to my lips, kissed the cold leather and slipped it away from her stockinged toes. Then I licked and sucked, running my tongue along the sole of her foot. After that, I did the other one.
"Undress me with your mouth, you lowly creature. Use your hands and you'll taste the power of my whip!"
I clasped my hands behind my back as I raised up her long legs. She turned around to give me access to the zipper in the back of her corset. My tongue lifted the zipper's latch and my teeth clamped tightly onto it. I tugged downwards, the zipper clicking from tooth to tooth. Her back became exposed as the leather opened, the start of her asscrack brazenly displayed when I reached the zipper's end. I kissed the small of her back and licked into the darkness of her narrow channel.
My mouth closed around a leathery edge and pulled. The corset didn't budge. My task seemed suddenly impossible and I feared the sting of Camille's whip. I released my mouth, tried to come up with a new and more successful approach.
Camille turned around, sat her pussy in front of my face, her legs parted just enough to allow my mouth to reach into her crotch. I closed my teeth around the narrowband between her thighs, smelled the delightful aroma of hot pussy, my mouth so near to heavenly snatch and yet so far. I pulled straight down and the corset came with me, sliding over her hips. Camille stepped out of it when I had worked it down to her ankles.
I immeditaely returned to her crotch, my lips drawing nylon into my mouth. I chewed around her covered cunt, nipped and nibbled longer than I had to. My dick pounded at the taste of fresh twat, her stocking moist with pussy juice. I lowered. The nylon stretched and then began to move down her abdomen to slowly expose her soft, white skin. I stretched out between her legs, forced her to take a wider stance so I could lower and watch at the same time.
Her pussy jumped into view and my dick wobbled in my crotch. It wanted to reach up and dive into her muff. I stared into the darkness between her slightly parted lips, her lush interior hidden from my prying eyes.
With my head on the floor, my mouth full of nylon, Camille lifted one leg. I chewed towards the leg to pull the stocking from her foot. Her cunt opened above me as she worked herself free of the clinging hose, a pink valley in a black landscape. My dick drooled at the sight. The other leg was much more easily stripped.
"You've earned another reward," Camille said, moving to a black satchel that looked like an old doctor's bag. "Stand up," she ordered as she rummaged around for my next prize. She approached me with a hunk of chain, the ends concealed in her closed hands.
She gazed at my chest, then attached tit clamps to my nipples. Hard rubber claws closed over my tender knobs, bit into my flesh. Pressure surged through my chest, then eased into a mild burning sensation. She pulled the chain, slightly tugging my tiny nipples away from my body. The burning intensified and I was extremely grateful when she let the chain fall onto my chest. With the pressure lessened, the gripping claws became more tolerable.
I stared down at my chest, my flesh reddening around my captured nipples. I gradually got used to the pres sure, the burning stabilizing into a warming heat.
Camille focused on Linda, stroked her legs and lifted her from the chair, her arms still held behind her back. "On the floor, my pretty one. Get on your back and spread your legs to open your pussy!"
Linda stretched out, her knees raised, her cunt tempting my cock, her hands keeping her ass slightly off the floor.
"Don't just stand there, you imbecile!" Camille ordered. "Feed her your hot cock and eat her pussy! Bury your face. Bury your prick. Bounce your ass in front of me. Now!"
It didn't take me two seconds to get into position, my hand grabbing my dick to point my head at Linda's open mouth, her lips moist and parted. She closed around my aching knob and sucked me in, gobbled on my lengthy lollipop until she had it all, my balls resting on her eyelids.
I lowered onto my elbows. My hands curled around her ass to reach into her pussy so they could pull her apart for my advancing tongue. Her clit was hot and hard as I drew it into my mouth. I sucked on her prong as she sucked on mine. My nose was kissed by the warm dew of her juicing cunt, filled by the arousing scent of her sex.
My hips pumped my dick into Linda's throat. I had to be careful not to slip out of her grip, her hands unable to guide me back in. Her lips clamed tightly around my girth to ensure I stayed always in her.
I left her clit to lick up and down her slit, to take her fluids onto my tongue and drink the fantastic flavour of her flowing pussy. My fingers played her folds around my rushing mouth. I finally settled into her hole, my tongue darting inside her cunt to flicker in her humid interior, my lips spreading into soft flesh.
Linda deep-throated my dick so well that I was ready to climax at any moment. But I didn't. Camille changed my focus before I released my load.
As my ass bobbed in the air, Camille played the whip over my flesh, tickled through the tiny hairs on my bouncing mounds. My muscles itched from the feathery touch, my ass cheeks clenching, tightening at the light delivery of snaking leather. I didn't relax until the thing was completely removed.
But Camille had more designs on my hairy bottom. The firm handle of the whip slipped between my cheeks, rode down my crack, filled my crevice. She stroked my backside, ran the leather over my asshole. I concentrated on her activity, wondered if she would try to force that thing up inside me. Great relief accompanied the whip's removal.
Pleasure consumed my butt when Camille's hands slid into my crack to spread me open for her mouth. She kissed up and down my valley before closing onto my puckered little opening. Her tongue moistened my rim, barely entered my dark tunnel. This I liked, and my climax rose again.
The three of us were linked together, my tongue in Linda's pussy, her tongue wrapped around my diving dong, and Camille's tongue pressing slightly up my butt. If this was slavery, I wondered why it was ever abolished!
Camille pulled out of my ass, her fingers spreading her saliva over my hole. My sphincter sat totally relaxed for her, ready to accept her tongue or her finger. My ass was prepared for either.
Suddenly, Linda erupted into my mouth, her orgasm coming as quite a shock. Her hips pumped her juices out of her cave and into mine. I sucked and drank, didn't let one drop escape. Linda moaned as her pussy exploded around my face, my tongue lapping and licking between her walls.
Camille sat in front of me as I lifted up and away from Linda's box. She held one finger of her right hand in front of Linda. She shoved the thing into Linda's pussy, moved it around to get it moist and glistening. Caressing it with loving fingers, she spread cunt juice completely over her slender, long finger.
I had no idea what she had in mind and eyed it curiously. It didn't look like any dildo I had ever seen. "What's that for?" I finally asked.
"It is your reward, your prize for bringing your wife to orgasm," she explained, raising up and returning to her position behind my ass.
One hand entered my crack, her fingers spreading to push my cheeks apart. I suddenly knew where that thing was going! "You're not!"
"Oh, yes, I am! You'll like it and what better place to put it? Or would you rather I raise welts on your tender flesh with my cracking whip? Tell me, slave! Choose your pleasure."
Neither choice sounded particularly enjoyable. But what did I know? I had grown quite accustomed to leather strapped tightly around my cock and balls and clamps locked firmly onto my nipples. Maybe that finger up my ass wouldn't feel too bad.
"Plug my ass. Stick it up my butt!" I screamed. Camille laughed as she placed the slippery tip against my tightly clamped hole. "No more the conservative, eh, Mr. Lawrence? Did you ever think you'd beg me to ram something up your ass?" Camille laughed heartily and obviously didn't expect an answer.
She twisted the finger around and around, forced it slowly and gently into my asshole. I stretched around the hard knob, reaching up inside me until my hole closed into the performed groove. The digit was successfully planted up my posterior. It filled my channel, causing only a slight discomfort, a feeling of being very full.
My hips had stopped moving during all the activity which centered on my butt. With my ass packed and pounding, I drove my dick back into Linda's throat, my attention returned to reaching climax.
My bobbing ass worked the finger, made it fuck me in tiny strokes. It didn't move much, didn't have to. I felt very shifting of position in intimate detail, my ass channel quite sensitive to movement of any kind. And I couldn't stop it. My butt muscles naturally flex when I'm fucking and I wasn't about to stop fucking Linda's chomping mouth. I wouldn't stop until I had painted her throat with my semen!
I shortened my strokes, picking up my pace to reach orgasm as soon as I could. If I dumped my load my ass would no longer work the finger in and out of my rectum. Sitting still, the thing was okay, but riding along my clasping channel was not my idea of a tremendously good time. There was a certain naughtiness about having something shoved up my ass, even if it was a lady's finger. Still, it was meant to give me pleasure. I didn't want to admit that I like being butt-fucked, but my ass had never been so excited or so aroused. Of course, my excitement could have been caused by the cock ring, another new experience this day.
Camille slapped my ass. First one side, then the other. Then both at once. She banged the finger around inside my butt, added pressure from her spanking hands. This new sensation was fine until her hand slapped firmly onto the base of her hand. This action drove her finger even further up my tender backside. Thankfully, she only did it once, then she left my ass alone.
I ignored the fullness in my butt and the biting pressure on my inflamed nipples. My climax teetered so near the edge that I could think of nothing else!
I lodged my cockhead in Linda's throat, then barely moved. Her locked lips shifted the skin on my rockhard muscle just enough to keep my cum climbing. I laid my face against her pussy, gripped her globes. Orgasm sat so close that even stopping all movement would have brought on its release. I moved my cock with just the power of the muscles in my groin, that group having a triple effect. Not only did it push and pull my cock, it rocked my nuts and felt Camille's finger. Triple stimulation brought me to climax.
My body shuddered at the first leaping blast, trembled through the following shots, my fingers digging into Linda's flesh, a scream muffled by her fluffy bush.
Linda gulped and sucked, her lips working madly over my spewing stick, her tongue plastered to my prong. I raised my hips to let some of my flavourful cum splatter onto her taste buds.
The tip of her tongue pasted itself onto the tip of my dick when I had fully emptied my rod. A guttural grunt let her know how wonderful it felt to have her try to climb into my cockhole.
I left my dick inside her marvelous mouth until I began to go soft. This took quite some time because of the cock ring strapped around my genitals. I kissed her cunt before extracting my wrinkled flesh from her beautiful face.
Only when I stretched out on the floor did I remember that my butt had been packed full of unyielding finger and my knobs were squeezed by gripping clamps. I looked around for Camille, for my next reward, for her next command. But she had gathered her things and left.
I immediately was conscious of my ass, the feeling of relief unbelievable. I also wasted no time in umclamping my nipples. A deep breath followed their release, blood rushing into my knobs to set them on fire, the burning and tingling incredible. My hands massaged some of the soreness from my bruised flesh.
"If you're through playing with yourself, would you please help me? I think my hands have gone to sleep!"
Linda wailed. "Sorry, honey. You okay?"
"Yes, fine. But you and I have to talk. You really got off on all that stuff, didn't you? Thos clamps and that finger up your butt. Don't you think that's a little weird?"
"No!" I was surprised by my instant response. "I mean, it isn't weird if it gives you pleasure."
"I guess not. It just looked a bit bizarre."
"Trust me. It wasn't. Here, wanna try?" I asked, holding out the tit clamps.
"Not just now." Linda sat up and rubbed her breasts. "I think Camille is a little kinky. Do you want to go on with this?"
"Only if you do. Did she hurt you?"
"No, it's not that. But what is she going to do after this?"
It was a question that neither of us could answer. "Come on, let's have supper. We can talk about it later, make a decision after we've both had time to think."
I helped her up and we headed for the kitchen, to a late and naked dinner.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After supper, still naked, Linda wanted to talk. I, on the other hand, wanted to vegetate in front of the TV for a while. We talked briefly, agreeing to let Camille enter our lives at least one more time. However, we decided that if she tried to steer us into S&M, that was it. Neither of us were into that.
Our "talk" over, our minds together on our future involvement, Linda was the one who wanted to continue our odyssey into sexual experminetation. I was just as ready as she. I mean, we were already naked, and what better thing to do than fuck and suck when you're naked?
"All right, slave! Into the bedroom," I commanded, assuming Camille's previous role. I stood in front of Linda and pointed towards the bedroom. My cock and balls remained cinched up by the cock ring, my demanding tone arousing me to erection.
"Slave!" Linda said without getting up from the sofa. "Slave! Who died and left you in charge?"
"Come on, Linda. It's your turn to be the slave. Be a sport," I begged, offering her my hand.
"Oh, all right," she agreed, taking my hand and standing next to me. "Please, Master, be gentle with your lowly servant." She slipped into her submissive role and marched off.
I gathered up the toys Camille had left behind and followed. Disappointed that I couldn't find the whip, I made a detour for the bathroom, suddenly inspired.
"Pay homage to your Master. Rub my body with the elixir of Love," I said, holding out a bottle of body lotion. My voice deepend to better match my adopted position of authority. "Worship my flesh with your hands and oil my magnificence completely."
"Oh, yes, my Master. I am your dutiful slave, here to serve your every desire."
Linda rubbed lotion into her hands and began at my shoulders, her fingers massaging my muscles. I couldn't believe the awesome sense of power that accompanies dominance, my cock standing tall long before Linda came near. She worked across my chest and down to my stomach, arousing my flesh. Then she stepped behind me to spread the warm lotion over my back. My dick trembled when her greasy palms slipped over my globes to cup my butt, her fingers tickling inside my crack.
She lowered down my legs and had my backside wonderfully oiled before returning to my front. She massaged my feet, leaving my begging crotch for last, my dick throbbing painfully in its craving to be touched. My tip drooled as Linda played with my thighs, their insides sensitive to her adoring touch.
This was great! My cock was so hot, so needy, that enjoyment was heightened a thousand times over. My hands balled into fists at my sides to keep from rushing onto my pounding prick, its desires so urgent that I stood on the edge of delirium.
My body quivered when Linda finally reached into my crotch, scooped up my nuts and caressed them lovingly. Her fingers on my firm erection brought a great sigh from deep within my chest, a giant drop of fluid rushing up my tube and over my bulbous head.
Linda stroked me gently, played with my hair, rolled my skin up and down my shank. My hips automatically pumped my rod within her grasp.
"Suck my cock! Take it in your mouth, slave! Swallow me. Draw me down your throat!"
Linda's lips clasped instantly around my knob, spread over my flaming flesh, and sucked me inside. Moist warmth surrounded my grith, flowed into my balls. I was so excited that I spurted down her throat, my climax surprising her as much as it did me. It felt good, but I knew it wouldn't totally satisfy my rampant desire.
"That's it ... oh, yeah ... lick it good. Swallow every bit of that luscious cum." My stammering voice softened with ejaculation as pleasure stole my focus. It wasn't a full fledged climax, more a preview of even better things to come, but it was enough to cause stimulating joy in my spurting prong.
She pulled back to greedily suck on just my tip, to drain my tube completely-for now. I jerked back on my hips, extracted my rock-hard dick, my body ready for the change that would bring about my next climax.
"Fasten yourself to the bed. Pretend you are tied, hands and arms to the brass bar." This was the ultimate test of my power, a test of Linda's willing involvement in our fantasy. I smiled as she got on the bed, then hooked her hands at the head of the bed and did exactly what I asked her to do.
She stretched herself out, her wrists locked, her legs parted in open readiness, her eyes smiling at my advancing hard-on. I straddled her body, sat on her stomach. My hands squeezed her tits, raised her nipples. I leaned over the edge of the bed and retrieved the tit clamps which I had dropped on the floor. I straightened the chains in front of Linda's widening eyes.
"Todd," she said, drawing my name out in a worried warning. "Don't you do that!"
"Slaves don't talk! Remember? If you aren't a good slave, I'll have to punish you."
She wriggled beneath me as I took one nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolled and twisted it until it firmed within my grip. I slipped off her knob, closed around her soft mound to point her peak. The open clamp lowered towards her flesh, my heart pounding, my mind remembering the intensity of the clasping claws. I eased the rubber over her tiny bud, allowed it to shut only halfway to tease her tit with its grasping pressure. Linda sucked in air at the claw's first touch. Reading this as pleasure, I let the clip bite into her nipple.
"Oh! Todd! Please. More!" She wirthed and jiggled, violently jerking on the cuffs. "Please!" she begged. Excitement filled in her eyes.
I released the clamp instantly. Her nipples were obviously more sensitive than my own. I massaged my chest, tweaked my knobs, then attached the clamps to my own nipples, fire raging beneath their powerful pressure. Heat surged into my cock and told me I had to cover it with wet pussy to douse the raging flames.
I inched down to sit between her legs, pushing her knees further apart. My fingers jammed themselves between her furry lips and played in her folds to make certain she was juiced and ready for my mighty slab. She pumped against my fingers, begged to be penetrated.
It suddenly dawned on me that I could do anything I wanted. With Linda's hands above her head, she lay before me without the means to stop my actions. I removed my hand and sucked her fluids from my fingers while I decided how I wanted to take her.
Slipping my hands beneath her legs, I raised them, forcing her knees to her shoulders. Then, lifting her drooling cunt, I stretched out above her, my eyes and my dick filled with lust. The chain on the tit clamps swayed to gently rock my captured knobs. I had my choice of holes, both seductively sitting beneath my aching balls and anxious cock. I wanted to plug them both, but knew my love for her cunt to be the greater.
I lowered into her open crotch, laid my sturdy erection into the folds of her soft and dampening valley. My excited body slid back. I pressed my length firmly against her furrow until my swollen tip sat perfectly aligned with her pussy's hole, my throbbing cock angled to leap inside her cavern in a single bound.
Lust overtook common sense as I slammed my dick into her tender twat in one plunge. Linda screamed, her pussy stretching around my ramming girth, her body shuddering with the impact of my driving cockhead.
She took a deep breath as I began to stroke, her body relaxing into the rhythm of love, her scream transported into the breathy sighs of heated passion. I hammered my steely cock up her wide open cunt in rapid, jarring thrusts, movements quite unlike what either of us was used to. Urgent needs turned my normal pace into furious and barbaric jabs, my body plunging in rakish abandon.
Her sighs became short gasps as her pussy clutched passionately at my long, ramrodding poker. I pelted her hole, slipping almost totally out of her on my backward strides, then slamming back in as I tried to climb inside her sucking cunt. Her knees threw themselves onto my shoulders as my hands dug into the bed to strengthen the power of my ramming hips. Her heels bounced on my back as I steadily drove into her swamping interior.
I pounded myself deeper and deeper into her accepting box until my balls slapped her crotch, my dickhead probing beyond her cervix and into a narrow, clasping channel of fiery flesh. My entrance into her tight sleeve shot shivers of joy down my engorged cock. My strokes lengthened, my dick slipping out of her clasping circle before plowing back in; forcefully shooting between her running walls to kiss her blocking cervix.
Her wet cunt contracted around my hard-driving dick on each downward thrust. Her pussy's resistance to my jamming force increased my pleasure, made me work all the harder to bury my full length inside her. The motion of her pussy milked my creamy cum out of my taut nuts, brought it into my expanding tube.
I so enjoyed the fact that Linda was helpless beneath me that I charged into her, stabbed and probed and balled her so hard that I shook the bed. I was possessed by power and applied it to my stroking rod. Linda hungrily closing and biting at my thick and rocketing missile.
In lightning-quick stabs, I hurled my hard-on, plugged her pussy full of hot, searing meat. Reaching for her belly, I fucked her harder than I thought humanly possible. My frantic pace drained my stamina. My hips began to tremble as Linda's cunt closed tightly around my flailing cock. Excitement knocked my cockhead from side to side as I continued to stab at her flowing furrow. With her hips raised in the air, she couldn't fuck me back; it was all up to me now.
I found control, ground my hot cock into even hotter pussy. Around and around I turned, my raging dick brushing up against wet and velvety walls. My twisting prick produced a tidal wave of cresting cum, my climax soaring.
My hips stopped circling, my dick buried in Linda's pussy. I froze, my arms weak and trembling. Now I prayed that I could find the energy to stymie ejaculation, to still the itching twist that signalled my approaching climax. I strained, gritted my teeth, my dick sumptuously swamped by Linda's working pussy. My prayers went unanswered. My orgasm passed the point of no return.
Linda seemed desperate for my semen, her walls sucking on my sweet meat, tightening, easing, refusing to let my climax escape her. I held as still as I could, only my cock reacting to the heavenly motion of her clutching cunt. It wiggled and throbbed, my body unable to control its stimulating activity.
I gave up trying to suppress my climax, my energy renewed, my hips leaping into action. If she wanted my cum, by God I was going to give it to her! I fucked her in quick, short stabs. Fast. Lunging. Powerful. My cockhead banged into her box. My balls slapped her asshole. A few more strokes and I'd fill her greedy twat with hot, splattering fluids, give her what we both desired.
Linda raised her head, closed her teeth around the swaying chain and tugged on my nipples, stretched them away from my chest. A burning feeling consumed my torso, shot fire into my bulging eyes. I bent my elbows to lower my chest, to ease the pressure on my clamped nipples. She rolled her head from side to side, pulled on one captured teat and then the other. I could have stopped her, but it was strangely enjoyable, and certainly stimulating.
My hips kept plowing up her pussy as hot, burning liquids gushed out my dick and into her weeping snatch. My flesh was stretched as hot jism raced along my mighty muscle and splashed against her cervix. My jerking dick blasted its contents deeply and powerfully into the gripping grasp of her hungry hole, which squeezed and sucked on my spewing hose.
The gradually easing pressure in my encircled nuts slowed my hips, finally bringing me to a halt. My dick now emptied, my body quivered in the aftermath of an ecstatic ejaculation.
I pulled out of her pussy, my reddened skin glistening. Climbing up her body, I dangled my dripping dick in front of her mouth. "Lick me dry, slave! Do a good job and I'll set you free."
Her tongue lapped up and down my length, my hand holding the base to keep my still firm erection steady for her licking pleasure. Her lips closed around my head and sucked away whatever juices might have escaped the dark reaches of her cunt.
I found the key and released her hands, my wholly satisfied cock slipping out of her mouth. I realized she hadn't reached her orgasm, but she didn't mention it.
And that was unusual. She normally demanded equality in our coupling, orgasm for orgasm.
I rolled onto the bed beside her and unsnapped the cock ring. It was that or spend the night with a perennial hard-on. A sudden rush of blood escaped into my groin, heated it fiercely, my dick instantly beginning to soften. I massaged my aching flesh, helped ease it into a flaccid state of relaxed contentment. With my dick relieved, I reached up and removed the nipple clamp, the release of pressure more than welcome.
Linda kissed my cheek. "I'll be your slave whenever you want," she whispered into my ear. "But it's my turn next. And I can't wait!"
She settled in next to me. I reached over and turned off the light. As I did this, I wondered about what designs she had on my body. But now sleep was inevitable. I'd just have to wait.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Camille called on Saturday afternoon to invite us to a party that night. A very special party. Of course, I accepted, got the details, and spent the balance of the day with excitement on the rise. Linda looked forward to it too, her afternoon spent picking out just the right dress, jewelry and fiddling with her hair.
Someone, Camille didn't say who, had rented a bath house for this evening's festivities. My mind raced with images of naked bodies cavorting in showers, in locker rooms, in whirlpools and in steam rooms. Then it hit me. I was going to be as naked as everyone else; my dick on display; my hidden charms gone public. My conservative nature returned.
"Linda," I said nervously, "are you sure we want to do this?"
"Cold feet? What are you worried about?"
"We're going to be naked in front of a bunch of strangers!"
"You're being silly," she said with a slight chuckle. "It's a party! People don't run around naked at a party. Finish dressing. It's almost time to leave."
"I hope you're right. I don't want you flashing your tits in public."
"Right, Todd. It's me you're worried about. You're afraid you won't stack up to the competition! You can't fool me!"
Linda put the final touches on her makeup and I searched for the cock ring. She was right, I was concerned that my wrinkled dick would be the smallest one there! I gathered everything up, snapped the ring in place, and played with myself until my skin ironed itself out a bit. I hoped my slightly lengthened condition remained once I tucked myself back in my pants.
"Ready?" Linda asked.
"I guess," I said, turning around. "Wow! You look terrific! You'll knock 'em dead. I'll have to fight them off you!"
"Thanks, but I doubt that."
We drove across town, my stomach turning cartwheels. I hadn't been this nervous since my first date! I parked the car, then kept playing with my crotch as we entered the building and walked up a long flight of stairs. We were greeted by a man behind a caged window. I had to smile when he slipped us two towels, two keys and a map of the place. Linda had dressed so elegantly for nothing. The man pointed us in the direction of the room where we were to change. Then he buzzed us through the door.
We walked into a huge room with row after row of standing lockers, narrow benches running between them. The room was populated by people in various stages of undress, men and women alike. I had never heard of a bath house being coeducational, but then this was a special party, and I was not exactly what you'd call worldly.
Each of our keys contained a number so we went off in search of our lockers. I noticed Linda spent a lot of time staring at the floor. While reading locker numbers, I let my eyes wander from body to body. My dick grew steadily in my pants and I had a new fear to deal with. I'd absolutely die if I had to walk around with my towel leading the way, a giant boner extremely difficult to conceal.
I found our lockers and, thankfully, the row was virtually empty. Only one couple, just down to their underwear, stood nearby. I smiled sheepishly as I opened the locker next to a rather buxom brunette, her back turned to me as she unclasped her bra. I couldn't help staring, the couple making it look so easy to shed their clothes in front of total strangers.
The towel raised around the woman's body before she removed her panties, the fabric cinched across her tits and falling to mid-thigh. The man, on the other hand, made no attempt to hide himself before stepping out of his shorts, his dick dangling, his hand diddling with his balls before covering himself with terry cloth. They slipped the elastic band attached to the keys over their wrists and left us.
"See how easy that was," I said to Linda, the statement made as much for my benefit as hers.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all," Linda groaned.
"Now who has cold feet! We're here, let's give it a try. If we don't like it, either one of us, we can always leave. Deal?"
"Okay. Promise?"
"Promise. Now strip for me, baby! Let's find Camille and get this orgy started!" Linda probably saw right through my false confidence. I was talking a good game, but when push comes to shove....
"Ah, there you are!" Camille said, bursting upon the scene. "Get into your towels and meet me in the louge. It's down this hall and to the right. I have scads of people I want you to meet."
She turned and vanished as quickly as she had appeared. "You heard the lady," I said, taking off my jacket. We got undressed and into our towels, both of us careful not to flash our flesh to prying eyes. With just two of us, my dick remained relatively flaccid. But would it have the decency to stay that way in a next-to-naked crowd? I was about to find out.
Linda looked great in her towel, her tits keeping the draping fabric away from her body, the overlapping edge parting around her right leg as she moved. She had pulled the top edge so tightly around her that her cleavage formed a deep and dark cleft in the center of her chest, her mounds pushed together in bulging, rounded beauty.
We walked down the short hall which was surprisingly devoid of people. Voices rose up in front of us and the lounge appeared on our right. That's where all the people were, everyone seated or milling about in nothing but a towel. We spotted Camille and joined her table.
"Oh, Todd, you look so nervous!" Camille said as I took a seat and pushed the towel into my crotch to be sure I was covered. "Relax and enjoy the scenery. Everyone is here for pleasure and no one will force themselves upon you. That's one of the rules. Another is no alcohol. No one wants to fuck a lusty drunk.
Beyond that, you're free to do as you please."
I looked around the room, stared at the unending variety of body types and wondered if I could actually have casual sex with a woman not my wife. I turned to Linda, her eyes locked ont a healthy hunk across the room, his towel folded in half so it barely concealed his crotch. A pang of jealousy shot through me.
"Sorry, honey," Camille said, patting Linda's hand, "but I'm afriad David would be more intereted in Todd. He sure is pretty to look at, though!"
"You mean there are faggots here?" I asked in surprise.
"Of course! Whatever your sexual desire; you'll find it here. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Just keep an open mind and let others do what they like. Now, let's not spend the evening sitting at this table! Come with me, Linda," Camille said, rising from her chair. She took Linda's hand and lifted her to her feet.
"Where are you going?" I asked. "You're not going to leave me alone!"
"For a while. Wander around, get to know the place. You're a big boy, Todd, you can take care of yourself. We'll catch up with you later."
Linda shrugged her shoulders as Camille led her away. Returning my focus to the lounge, I noticed David staring at me. It was time to move. I studied the map on the table. The place was a maze of hallways and both large and small rooms. A person could be lost in here for days! The best plan was to simply meander around, get myself oriented to my surroundings and make discoveries. I left the lounge.
Only a few stray folks walked the halls, each of us nodding as we passed. Music played overhead as I strolled by closed doors, an occasional muffled sound escaping into the dimly lit corridor. I remembered this area on the map, a section of small, private cubicles, each with a single bed, or so I discovered as I peered past an open door. I turned a corner and found a series of larger rooms, each with an arch instead of a door. The sounds of love saturated the warm and humid air.
I stopped at the first arch to check it out. A mattress lay on the floor with a foursome loudly having a go at each other. Three girls, one guy. He was stretched out on his back, his cock rising majestically between his open legs. One woman sucked on his knob while another licked his balls. The third had her pussy pressed to his face. The sucking and slurping noises were deafening.
Two arches down, the genders were exactly reversed; three guys, one woman. Her hands and receptive holes were each filled by a thrusting cock. Watching her lusty antics stirred desire in my lonesome dick. I quickly moved on before I reached full erection, before I embarrassed myself with my voyeuristic pleasure.
Splashing water sounded in front of me. I must have been near the showers. I turned another corner and entered an open area with a steam room, linen room, whirlpool, showers, a small and shallow pool and a sauna. This is where I'd begin. I hadn't relaxed in a steam room in a long time! Now I made a beeline for the door.
Hot, billowing steam assaulted my body as I stepped inside. A thick, white, blinding cloud enveloped me. I stumbled over a pair of feet, apologized for my clumsiness, and tried to find a place to sit. As my eyes slowly adjusted, I saw three wide tiers of tile spread out before me. I couldn't see more than a foot in front of my nose, but the space directly in front of me seemed to be empty. I plopped down on the first level and leaned against the second, my feet sliding forward in a stretching posture.
I took a deep breath and filled my lungs with hot, humid air. I closed my eyes to enjoy the cleansing affects of the penetrating steam. Soft noises alerted me that there were several others in here with me. My eyes opened. The steam was slowly thinning, lessening before the next erupting blast. Shapes emerged in my vision. A couple was balling on the top tier, to my right, while some guy was sucking tit to my left.
The feet I had tripped over belonged to a man who sat on the floor, his hand jacking his rod while he ate out the pussy above him. Several others sat in various positions alone, scanning the room to see who else was there. They all had one thing in common. None of them wore their towel. I felt self-conscious as I sat among them, my towel cinched securely around my waist.
Steam shot out of narrow vents, cast us back into the center of the cloud. Blindness overtook me once more and I opened my towel, baring my flesh, safe in the kowledge that no one could see me. Later, when the steam began to thin again, I'd adjust my position to hide my nudity. Or that was the plan.
As I relaxed, drifting in the soothing heat, sweating from every pore, a hand attached itself to my dick. I stared into my crotch, saw the top of a head lower towards my upraised cock. I quickly checked the body to make sure it was female. It was.
She played with my soft cock until it rose up to meet her descending lips. Kissing my knob before taking me into her mouth, she laid her naked flesh out along the tiled tier, not offering me any of her body. I closed my eyes, stretched out my arms, and let this stranger have her way with me.
Veiled by the cloud, it was easy to forget that we weren't alone. But even in the clear and open, I'm sure it wouldn't have mattered, especially when she glided down my growing length. My mind and body swelled with pleasure, her lips groping along my dick to reach my leather cock ring. She slipped my head into her throat before pulling up and off, totally off, one hand grasping my nuts while the other rocked my stick back and forth. She didn't stay away long, returning to swallow my throbbing erection.
The heat of the steam combined with the heat of her mouth, set my cum bubbling in my balls. Sweat streamed over my body as she tenderly stroked me with clasping lips. I missed the tongue action that Linda usually provided when she sucked my cock, but this mouth had its own unique charms. Now she was taking my swollen prong down her throat just the way I liked it. Climax was assured even without her tongue.
Her hand worked my skin up to reach her lowering mouth, keeping her from fully reaching to my base. No matter. The stretching of the skin in my groin more than compensated, my hips rising slightly each time she tugged at my flesh. Her other hand left my nuts and raced along the inside of my thigh, squeezed and dug at my tensed leg. As the heat around us lessened, as the steam thinned, she quickened her pace, flew up and down my sturdy pole. The increase in her sucking activity started me panting, my lungs aching, making me wish we were in less humid air. The gradual decrease in temperature opened my eyes.
I looked around the room, could see clearly from one side to the other. I met staring eyes. Others were watching this woman suck on my straw, could see my cock in all its erect detail. They watched my balls bob beneath her stroking mouth. I felt my face flush and it wasn't from the heat of the room. There was nothing I could do. There was no way to hide the activity in my open crotch. I quickly closed my eyes to shut out the faced that glared at my naked manhood, that lustily witnessed the sucking of my cock.
The woman never slowed down. She seemed oblivious to the crowd around us. I was thankful for that. Had she stopped her wonderful moves, I'm sure my dick would have instantly deflated beneath the hungry stares of our lusty audience. As it was, I pounded and throbbed within the glories of her blow job.
The new blast of moisture-laden air made it very difficult to breath. I don't know how this woman survived, the heat rising from my ecstatic crotch had to be fierce. But it didn't seem to faze her. She slowed down a bit, but not really enough to alter the steady rise of my climax. The closer it came, the more I pumped my hips, driving my dick deeper into her diving mouth. The nearness of my cum erased the images of the people who shared our steam, my mind drifting in the pleasure of deep-throating sex.
Her hand left my pulsing prong, her lips reaching down to my base, my cockhead leaping further down her wonderfully tight throat. She held me there, twisting over my delirious dick. My ass raised from the towel, my cock relishing the sensitivity racing through my swollen length. My body trembled as my climax surged to my tip.
She slipped my beating head back into her open cave and I gave up my semen, shot it into her drinking mouth. My mouth clamped shut to keep my grunts internal, to keep me from letting the entire room know that I was cumming. That heightened my pleasure, my prick shaking violently with each rushing gob of thick and creamy cum. My hips stabbed at her mouth, my muscles tightening with each spewing shot to send my semen to the back of her cavern.
At my dick's final firing, her hand returned to my shaft, gathered the skin at my base and pushed it up to her retreating lips. She slid up my staff until just my head was held within her, my flesh wrinkled against her mouth. She forcefully squeezed around my girth, her tongue licking my cockhole to get the last of my juices.
My mouth opened to release my breathy sighs, the stimulation too divine to go unannounced. With all my cum collected, both hand and mouth abandoned my dick.
I opened my eyes and leaned forward to thank her, but she had disappeared into the cloud. She had gotten what she wanted and expected nothing else.
The steam was once more dissipating and I wrapped the towel around my throbbing hard-on, hiding my excited state. My body was drenched from head to foot, my flesh sheathed in thick rivulets of streaming sweat. The steam became oppressive and I left the room.
My body shivered as I hit cooler air. I marched straight to the showers to rinse away my perspiration. I now regretted having worn the cock ring, my dick as hard as a rock, my towel sticking out in front of me. I swallowed my modesty and removed the towel, hanging it on a peg. Then I stepped into the shower room. I was not alone.
Several other naked bodies stood beneath jetting water. I wondered if one of the women could be the one who had just gone down on my dick. I selected a shower head away from the others, turned my back to them to hide my hard-on. Then I adjusted the flowing stream to cool (and hopefully softening) temperature.
I stood beneath the bombarding water and tried not to think about my surroundings. Half a hard-on is mental, and if I thought about the naked bodies around me, it would never go away.
The coolness of the shower did its job, my dick starting to go limp. But it just wasn't meant to be. A pair of hands soaped my back, reached down to play with my butt. Blood instantly rushed back into my missile to stand it up tall and proud.
The hand pried between my legs and I found myself parting my thighs to facilitate its entrance. I didn't turn around, because I was too embarrassed about my turgid condition. I gasped when the hand latched onto my nuts and squeezed, my balls tender from my recent climax. The pressure eased and the hand fondled me playfully, lifted and bounced my sac against a wet and slippery palm. The arm pressed against my crack, slid along my hairy channel to guide the hand onto my sturdy shaft. The body stepped closer and tits flattened onto my back, her other hand coming around to massage my stomach, to soap the soaked hair around my navel.
She groped and fondled me, my hands joining her on my heated body. We both played around in the hair on my chest, in the hair surrounding my prick. She took her hand out from between my legs, brought it around my hip to get a better grip on my dick. She didn't take it, chose instead to brush across it, bat it now and again, tease it rather than stroke it.
I didn't know what to do for her, my hands unable to get at her tits or her pussy. Her body was held tightly to mine. She seemed to extract her pleasure from the closeness of our kissing skin, her cunt rubbing up and down my globes as her hands massaged and caressed my torso. I played my ass against her box, got into the rhythm of stroking flesh with flesh.
I gave up any thought of stilling my erection, lapsed into the enjoyment of the rubbing stimulation. My body tingled from a myriad of sensations; the water splashing down upon us, her tits rolling against my back, her bush tickling my butt, her hands roving over my front and occasionally hitting my dick.
With no warning whatsoever, she pulled away from me, leaving me in a terribly excited state. I watched her leave the showers, was surprised to see her size. She was a big woman, heavy set, her large ass rolling as she walked. She gave me a new perspective on "fat", made me think that love with a woman of extra weight might not be a bad idea after all.
I stood with a raging erection and doubted that it would ever again soften. At least not while I remained at this party. A broad smile overtook me when a man walked in with a healthy hard-on swaggering in his crotch. I was not alone and proceeded with my shower, no longer trying to hide the pounding pole between my legs.
I looked around and noted that the other men were also in various stages of erection, none of them giving the slightest indication that it bothered them. My body relaxed and I actually started to get into showing myself off, letting others see that I had something to be proud of. I felt I had taken a giant step forward in my sexual progress, that there was nothing wrong with nudity, and that an erection was quite normal, considering the situation.
I left the shower with a much healthier attitude, actually walked over to the linen room without trying to cover myself. I got a dry towel and acted as though were totally alone. I felt fresh, invigorated, and wrapped the towel around my waist to go off in search of Linda. I couldn't wait to tell her my good news!
CHAPTER NINE
I marched down the halls with new confidence, strutting like a peacock showing off his colourful plumage, my chest expanded, my hips knocking my still firm dick from side to side. The towel rubbing across my swaying pole was pleasurably stimulating. Several women took smiling notice and this also helped to keep it hard.
I poked my head into each room as I passed, found the orgy room with its single red bulb casting an eerie glow over the bouncing bodies beneath it. I stumbled upon a room reserved for the leather crowd, and another that looked like a toy store with very special toys. But there was no sign of Camille or Linda.
Light flicered into the hallway in front of me and the pleasing sounds of sexual joy floated overhead to mix with the loud and beating music. I peered through the open door of the video room, where several large screen televisions were showing different movies. The couples on the floor were as active as the couples on the screens, their sighs and moans out of sync with the bodies bumping in the movies. I looked from set to set, from one stuffed pussy to the next, then scanned the humping crowd for Linda.
I found her stretched out on the floor, a man's face buried in her bush, her hands massaging the back of his head as he feverishly ate out her cunt. It was more than I could tolerate, jealousy turning to anger. My hands clenched at my sides and I stomped into the room.
Halfway to Linda's invaded body, Camille stepped into my patch. Muscular David stood right behind her. Her hands flattened and pushed against my chest, blocking me from going any further.
"Back off, Todd," Camille said. "Come into the hall. We need to talk."
I reluctantly turned and left the room, David's powerful size the only threat holding me back. I silently fumed, did not like the idea of another man chomping on my wife's pussy. The sight had deflated my erection and even Camille's nudity couldn't revive it.
"Let her be. I'm sure you've been off enjoying yourself and Linda has the same right. If you can't handle it, don't watch."
"That's my wife!"
"And she's having one hell of a good time! Spoil it and she'll never forgive you. And you can't convince me you haven't been playing around yourself. Don't set a double standard; that isn't fair."
"Well ... but--" I hesitated. She was right, of course. I still had a hard time making myself believe this was nothing more than casual sex, an emotionally detached satisfaction of carnal needs.
"Go back to the lounge and work out your anger. We'll meet you there as soon as Linda is ready. Behave yourself, okay?"
Camille laughed her way back into the video room. David winked at me before following her. Apparently, Camille meant business.
I wandered around until I found the lounge, my anger dissipating the more I thought about my unfair behavior. By the time I sat myself down, I was pretty well calmed, my mind accepting the idea of Linda's pleasure at another man's hand, or mouth, or even his cock. I felt in control again and went up to the bar for a Coke.
A few moments later, the three walked in to join me.
"Everything okay?" Camille asked.
"Fine. Sorry about that. It won't happen again."
"What won't happen again?" Linda asked.
"Nothing, honey. Camille and I just had a slight misunderstanding. Did you have a good time?"
"Nice. Very nice."
"You two can talk this over at home," Camille interrupted. "Right now, let's dive into the evening's first real fantasy. I think you'll like it."
She stood and we followed. She took us to a closed door. "Men inside. We ladies will see you in a minute." She opened the door and shoved both David and I through it.
Several men were already inside. I got a little nervous when I saw the men in shackles. I immediately thought Camille had cast me into a painful nightmare. One guy seemed to be in charge and he quickly came over to us.
"Come with me, gentlemen," he said, "and we'll get you ready for the auction."
"Auction?" I questioned suspiciously.
"The Roman slave auction. I presume that's why you're here."
"I guess."
We seemed to be behind a stage, a curtain forming one wall above a raised platform. Our host helped both David and I into what looked like a wooden yoke, the hinged pieces closing around our necks and our upraised wrists. We were locked into it, our hands held captive. The others were similarly trussed, some in chains, some in ropes. They were all lined up in a single row, face to back.
"Oh! Wait!" our host shouted. He went from man to man, stripped away the towel, and fastened a Roman-looking skirt around each waist. "There! Now we're ready."
He gave us some final instructions, told us where to stand and some of what was going to happen. Then he marched us onto the stage and doused the lights. We stood in total darkness, muffled voices reaching us through the curtain. Then all fell silent. The curtain parted and bright lights splashed on our semi-nude bodies. The room erupted in thunderous applause.
After my eyes adjusted to the brightness, I saw that the audience was comprised of women in togas, some long, some short, all crossing their chests to expose one breast. David stood next to me and I snickered at the thought of his becoming a slave to a woman's desires. The thought pleased me tremendously.
The auction began. Our host paraded up and down in front of us, hawking our virtues, pointing out our strengths. He didn't have to say much about David, his body speaking quite well for itself. And he didn't spend much time with me either, the crowd's reaction very pleasing to my ear. I was holding my own, seemed to fare rather well against the competition.
I spotted Linda in the crowd and she looked everywhere but in my direction. I had assumed that she would "buy" me, but now doubted that she would.
There were to be three rounds of bidding, but I knew no more than that. The first was underway. The women placed their bids electronically, the amount appearing above our heads. I couldn't see how I was doing, nor who had placed the highest bid.
A few minutes later, it was time for round two. Our host began at one end of the line and removed our skirts, exposing our cocks to ogling eyes. I would have been mortified had it not been for my earlier encounters. I smiled broadly as the women feasted on my manhood, my dick displayed without the slightest embarrassment.
I couldn't help looking at David. I had to know if his cock's mass equaled the rest of his body. It did. It was rather ironic that David appeared to be my stiffest competition, my dick was at least equal to everyone else's.
The women went nuts, the bids coming in at a furious pace. Linda was bidding, I could tell that much, but I didn't know on whom or how much. Her eyes were locked on David's muscular frame and I began to worry. That's what prompted me to perform. I suddenly seemed totally devoid of inhibition as I swayed my hips to rock my length between my thighs, my balls bouncing from side to side. Amazingly, I didn't get an erection. Instead, I experienced only a slight and welcome swelling that I thought might give me an advantage of David's impressive bulk.
The room slowly settled and it was time for round three. Standing there in my all-together, I couldn't imagine what more could be done. But more was in store, and I should have guessed.
The women slipped out of their togas, flashed tits and pussies at the stage. Cocks were instantly on the rise. There were plenty of ladies willing to come up on stage and help those who seemed reluctant to show their boners to the hungry crowd. I found it curious that David, too, had stiffened. I didn't think a gay man would be turned on by the sight of naked women. Surprise!
Linda kept watching David. I inched closer to him, trying to steal her focus. But with all the naked flesh jostling around in front of us, my eyes wandered from tiny, perky breasts, to huge, hanging monsters. If Linda didn't buy me, I wondered who would. I found myself attracted to several of the ladies, but there were a few I could easily pass by. However, it was not up to me; my body was cast into the hands of fate.
A warning bell sounded and the final bids came rushing in. Each of us was brought forward in turn to be sold to some lucky lady. Of course, all eyes went to the man on the block, a spotlight hitting him to brightly illuminate his throbbing hard-on.
When it came my turn, a rushing thrill consumed my brain. Standing before the crowd, my dick hard and thumping, my flesh filling the spotlight, excitement swamped my body. I loved it! This was the greatest turn-on I had ever experienced. I wanted to show them everything I had. Circling my hips to gyrate my cock and swing my balls, I rocked from foot to foot to keep my genitals always in motions.
I spied Camille in the audience and she was laughing and pointing. I didn't see anything funny about it! Then I realized that only a few days earlier I would have rather died than done this. I laughed along with her, worked my hips even harder, obscenely pumped the air with my proud and pounding prick.
Suddenly, I was led off the stage and given to this busty redhead. Linda hadn't brought me. I was shocked! I stood next to the redhead and turned towards the stage, needing to see who had captivated Linda's attention.
"I'm Carol," the redhead whispered in my ear.
"Todd," I answered absently, my attention concentrated on my wife.
David was center stage and Linda stared at his upright cock. She was punching numbers into her hand-held bidding device and ignoring me totally. Her bid was successful; David was hers.
With the last man purchased, the orgy began. There were more women than men, but everyone seemed willing to share. Carol, however, kept me to herself and led me away from the others. She immediately started giving me orders, leaving me locked in my yoke. She told me to lick her pussy. Then she wanted me to suck on her tits. I stood up and sucked on her tits. She couldn't seem to make up her mind. I felt like a yo-yo spinning up and down from her tits to her pussy and back again.
I couldn't find Linda in the crowd and finally gave up searching. It was probably best that I didn't see what she was doing, thought I found it hard to imagine that she was doing anything with David.
Carol laid me down on the carpeted floor. Opening my legs, she crawled up to my stiffened manhood. With one hand on my cock and the other wrapped around my nuts, my thoughts turned to pleasure, overriding the curiosity of what Linda might be doing.
Carol toyed with me in loving strokes until my cockhole gave up its clear, lubricating fluids. Her finger spread my juice around my cockhead, sent sensitive stimulation up to meet my growing desire. My eyes closed in rapture, my mouth open to express my gratitude in breathy sighs.
I didn't have to look when her hands left my drooling dick. I was sure she was preparing herself to climb atop my crotch. And my throbbing cock was just as sure. It bounced and bobbed, quite on its own, anticipated its burial inside a new piece of ass. I didn't try to look, the yoke pressed against my chin to make the raising of my head uncomfortable.
She straddled me, my hands unable to help her. Heat scorched my groin as Carol lined herself up, lowered closer and closer to my drooling meat. My balls drifted in a rolling sea of mounting lust, my legs trembling as Carol's bright red box reached out to kiss my groin.
I suddenly wanted to watch, to know exactly what was happening. My head raised up to stare at her open pussy. Her hands were parting her bush to wrap her labia around my stretched out dick, my cockhead leaking onto my stomach. Her crotch pressed into mine, my girth slipping into a hot and steamy valley. She slid her wet gash along my pole, masturbated me with her gripping cunt. My head dropped back and rolled from side to side.
Raising her cunt away from my heating flesh, her hand gripped my shaft, squeezed around the slippery girth of my aching cock. She forced even more fluids out of my already dripping cockhole. The initial touch of her foreign flesh, of my glistening head on hairy lips, sent a shiver up my spine. Before I could recover from the marvelous stimulation of just touching her box and totally enjoying the fantastic feel of unknown pussy, my head foraged into her hole. I was swallowed into her darkness.
Her hand left my raging erection to find its own way up her lowering channel. Her pussy gobbled down my cock in little bites, chewing my flesh a bit at a time. I wanted to forcefully plant my stake fully into her flesh, but resisted temptation, let Carol take me her way. After all, I was supposed to be her slave, and Camille had taught me that slaves are never in charge.
As soon as her pussy had me totally within its grasp, her wonderful lips nibbling on my curly hairs, my head pressed delightfully against her cervix. Then she pulled ehrself up and began her ride to release. Her cunt felt strangely alien, not at all like Linda's familiar warmth.
It took a few strokes before I got my bearings and became accustomed to her velvet interior. My knees raised to plant my feet firmly on the floor, to strengthen the jabs from my driving hips.
It wasn't until I felt the rush of cum into my cock, that my hips really began to plunge inside her. I clenched my butt and jerked my meat powerfully upwards, sent it banging into her warm and moist interior. Our force was evenly matched, our search for climax on the same level, our moves very much in sync.
My balls cinched up beneath her butt as she skewered hot pussy deeply onto my shaft. Between my legs and the cock ring, the pressure on my balls was tremendous. And her ass slapping against them each time she reached into my crotch shot fire through my hips and up to my stomach. The flames abated as she rode my length, as her ass lifted off my groin, raising her gripping lips along my swollen erection. But then her ass plunged back against my nuts, sent them scrambling to the outer reaches of my sac in searing panic.
I could stand it no longer. "Carol. Please. You're killing my nuts!" I cried.
"Take it, slave," she said in a husky voice. "You're mine to fuck as I please."
"Fine," I said through gritted teeth, "but if you want my cum, you'd better ease up on my nuts."
She took the hint, her knees sliding up my sides to remove the pressure of her bouncing bottom on my aching balls, to change the angle of my driving dick. Relief pulled a heavy sigh from my throat. My nuts relaxed and released more cum into my cock.
She placed her hands on my furry chest, her palms rocking and forth with the rising and falling of her swamping cunt. My cum made its way from the base of my rock-hard cock to the center of my expanded girth. It sat in readiness, held itself in check to receive more glorious attention before spilling into her welcoming cunt hole.
With Carol pulled forward to leave my balls in one piece, I couldn't penetrate her as deeply as I had before. But that didn't seem to make a difference. Not quite believing how quickly I was climbing to a second orgasm, I chalked it up to the experience of claiming a new cunt. My cum inched its way up my raging dick, the heat increasing with the steady rise of thick and excited cream. I knew I'd let it fly as soon as it reached the crest of my cock, all control lost once my head got a taste of my cum. And that wasn't far away.
Carol was riding me well, knew just how to treat a needy cock. It was hard to believe that I was getting off on a stranger's cunt with my wife in the very same room. I quickly pushed the thought aside and drank deeply from the heavenly waters of lust, became drunk with the ecstasy of casual sex. Thought I'd hardly classify Carol's delicious actions as "casual".
I languished beneath her, my body giving in to her sublime stimulation. I was close, very close, and the power of impending climax stole my stamina. I could no longer muster the energy to meet her demands. She was on her own and doing splendidly.
I felt the telling tingle in the pit of my stomach that signals approaching ejaculation. My body responded with a shudder that shook my shoulder, a couple of more strides of her pussy up and down my flaming erection and I'd spit inside her, fill up her cunt with my pumping semen.
Carol gripped my pecs, my nipples clenched within her fists. She held on and increased the fury of her thrust, drove her pussy as far down my shaft as possible before pulling back to plunge again. Her clasping walls brought cum to my head. Now release lay only moments away. A few more swamping strides on my full, hot tube would do the trick.
I exploded inside her, sprayed the back of her box with milky cum. My climax erupted in thick blasts like exploding dynamite, one stick after the other, each with an equal force. Carol squealed above me as I grunted beneath her, our pleasure loud and boisterous.
Carol pushed off my crotch, slid down between my legs, her mouth kissing across my stomach. She attached her lips to my rock-hard dick and licked away our trickling juices, my muscle wobbling in sensitive ecstasy. I thought I'd die when she lowered onto my balls, took one of my nuts inside her mouth and sucked on my scrotum. The pleasure was almost more than a spent man could be expected to tolerate. She rolled my orb around, her tongue soothingly cool against my burning skin. She let it pop out of her mouth and then took the other, bathing it just as tenderly as the first. Then she left my sac alone.
Her hands slipped beneath my legs, pressed firmly on the back of my thighs. She raised my crotch into the air, her knees slipping beneath my back, my legs spread to open my hairy crack. My balls slopped forward and my asshole puckered in front of her. Her mouth kissed along my crevice and stopped atop my hole. Her tongue reached out to poke inside me, her lips sucking on my flesh.
My dick went crazy, throbbed and raised away from my stomach on each penetrating probe of her darting tongue. God, I loved having my ass sucked! She could fuck my butt with her hot tongue all night long and I'd never complain. Sucking, fucking, rimming or reaming, my ass could never get enough of tongue. My eyes closed in drifting rapture, my entire body turning to mush beneath her stroking attention. I was in anal heaven!
All too quickly she left my ass and lowered my legs to the floor. She sat between them, staring at my crotch, at my still full and pounding erection. "Climb back on and my dick will stroke you to climax," I said as seductively as I could.
"No way, honey. I only cum for my husband. I got what I paid for," she said, patting my prick. "Now it's someone else's turn."
She stood up and announced to the crowd that I was available. Women swooped down on top of me like hungry vultures. I don't think there was one open spot on my flesh, not one millimeter of skin that wasn't touched by hands, or mouths, or tongues, or tits, or the other wonderful parts of the female anatomy. I couldn't sort it all out, just laid there and let them consume my body, my flesh sumptuously stimulated, my poor dick pawed and slapped around. My body was poked and prodded, lifted and shifted.
"Everybody off!" someone shouted. As quickly as I had been covered, I lay abandoned. I raised my head to find Linda towering over me. Fire blazed in her eyes.
"What's wrong, dear?" I asked innocently. It was nice to see her jealous.
Camille stepped up next to her, grabbed her by the arm. "No, no," she said, waving a finger. "Mustn't get upset. We're here to enjoy ourselves, not to get angry."
Camille leaned over and helped me to my feet. "Kiss and make up. Then let's get back to the orgy!"
Linda leaned in and kissed my cheek. "Sorry. Guess I shouldn't watch."
"I know what you mean," I agreed. "Can I get out of this thing now? I think my arms are going to sleep."
"Only if you're ready to leave," Camille informed us. "Once a slave is set free, he's out of the orgy."
"I think I've had enough," I sated. "At least for now. How about you?" I asked Linda. "Yeah. For now."
"Well, not me!" Camille said. "You two meet me in the lounge in about half an hour. I've got a lot more slaves to train!"
Linda set me free and we said good-by to the Roman orgy. I was dying to ask her how it went with David, but decided against it. I wasn't all that sure that I could handle it if she'd had a better time with him than she ever had with me. I wasn't willing to take the risk. And she didn't ask about Carol or the crowd she'd just chased away.
CHAPTER TEN
We each grabbed a towel as we left the room and wrapped them around us. Neither of us knew the way to the lounge so we just took off down the hall and figured we'd eventually find it. My erection had yet to go away, but that no longer bothered me.
We passed by several rooms full of lusty couples banging away. I was still amazed by it all, never knew sex could be so freely shared. It was wonderful! But I kept my glee to myself just in case Linda wasn't having as good a time.
"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Linda asked.
"Is it that obvious?"
"I'd say!" she said, pointing to my crotch. "What about you? I noted you didn't buy me back there."
"I was going to, but Camille wouldn't let me. That's why I bought David instead. Turns out he's very bisexual. Very much so!"
"Admit it then," I said, stopping her in the hall. "You're having as much fun as I am."
"I guess so. I just don't see how this is going to help the two us."
"Come on! Look at all we're learning!" I glanced down the hall and couldn't believe my eyes. I grabbed Linda's arm and turned us around. "I can't believe it! I can't fucking believe it!"
"What? What's going on?"
"Oh, this is too good. Don't look now, but I just spotted my boss! That crotchety old coot is in here and he's got a woman on each arm." My heart leapt for joy. This couldn't help but change our working relationship. I finally had something on the cranky old fart and I fully intended to let him know I was there. Just the knowledge that I had seen him would be enough to soften his crusty exterior and make life at the bank much easier.
I peered over my shoulder and saw him lead his ladies into one of the rooms. "I have to watch. This I really have to see for myself. Come on," I said excitedly, dragging Linda along behind me.
We reached the doorway and there they were. The room was laid out like an average living room. The girls, one blonde and one brunette, sat sensuously on the sofa which, thankfully, faced the door. The girls patted the open space between them, their eyes seductive, inviting. My boss stood facing them, his back to me, his hands reaching for his towel. He let it drop to the floor, his sagging and hairy ass hanging out in full view.
I felt rooted to the spot as my eyes wandered from one pair of bare tits to the other, the girls' breasts full of youthful perkiness, small, looking to be the exact size to fit snugly into my mouth. They each sat with one leg beneath them, their pussies covered in dark brown hair, their labia hidden from sight. I couldn't believe my excitement as I watched him move to the sofa and take his place between the girls. They looked like sisters in spite of their differing hair colour. But everyone knows the power of perioxide, the dark brown bush in the blonde's girl's crotch gave away her secret.
His ass had barely hit the sofa before the girls were at him. Their hands massaged his fleshy chest, tweaked his nipples. His head fell back on the sofa as he stretched out his legs to open his crotch for their pleasure.
Linda tugged on my arm. "Come on. Let them have some privacy."
"No fucking way! I'm staying right here to the bitter end. You go on if you want, but I wouldn't miss this for the world!"
"Todd Lawrence! You're turning into a pervert! Well, I'm not going to stand here and watch your boss get his rocks off. Meet me in the louge." She turned and headed off down the hall. I waved without looking away from the intriguing three-way, my eyes glued to my naked and suddenly sexual box.
The girls quickly had his cock staunchly and strudily standing up in his crotch. Four hands rushed over his flesh, played around his physique from his neck to his knees. Then the girls were kneeling on the sofa next to him, their crotches closed. His hands sought sanctuary in their slits, but he got no further than the softness of their nests, the very edge of the valley between their legs.
I watched his hands play along their thighs as he tried to force his fingers between their legs. They denied him, refused to grant him his desire. He stopped pawing at them when a mouth closed over his swollen head, one hand holding his rigid rod. Her mouth didn't stop until her nose was engulfed in his hair, his cockhead probably lodged securely in a tight sleeve of muscle. Then she was up and off, his cock glistening from her sucking dive.
I watched in fascination, my dick throbbing between my legs. There's something wildly thrilling about secretly watching someone you know having sex. I stood only partially in the door, because I didn't want my boss to see me just yet.
The blonde did all the work while the brunette watched. The active sister's hand stretched the skin down his mighty muscle, hr fingers splaying to flatten the silver hair at his base. Her mouth returned, drawing him in, in slurping strides. I watched her head bob in his crotch, his hands gripping the sides of his tensed thighs.
"Give him some teeth," the brunette squealed, her voice high-pitched and piercing. "Eat it! Chew on it like a big, fat slab of steak." She played with her little titties as she spoke to her sister.
My boss closed his eyes and I assumed teeth had clamped onto his cock. A tingle raced through my own pulsing prick. It shot down to my balls, spread throughout my groin as I imagined these same teeth riding up and down my shaft. My hand slipped beneath my towel to gently stroke my aching organ. Juast at the moment when I thought perhaps I should join the group and take one sister for myself, the bobbing head released his dick, both mouth and hand leaving his crotch entirely. His shining cock slapped his abdomen, his mushroom head bright purple, his cockhole streaming a constant flow of clear and lubricating liquids. A gentle sigh escaped his throat.
"Your turn," the blonde said to her sister, her voice lower and much more normal.
The brunette lowered her head into his crotch. His cock had hardly had time to recover before being devoured yet again. She slid down his tower, took him in one big gulp. His legs responded with a tremendous shudder. I enviously watched her ride his length, her lips gripping, my hand matching her mouth stroke for stroke, my dick wanting a mouth of its own.
The blonde latched onto his nuts, closed her thumb and forefinger into a tight circle around the top of his scrotum. Her hand travelled downwards, forced his balls to the bottom of the sac. The sac stretched. His balls kissed each other very much like my own did, my solid rocks held within my cock ring. Wiry hairs stood straight out from his taut skin, his blood trapped in tiny veins. I knew the feeling well!
She maintained her pressure, kept his testicles captured as she placed her tongue upon his nuts. She licked his sac, raised her tongue across his balls. My hand reached down to grab my testicles, to give them the pleasure that my boss must be experiencing.
Both girls furiously worked his crotch. One mouth bounced along his shaft while the other took both balls fully inside its expanding flesh. Her cheeks were swelling from the massive orbs captured between his lips. She looked like an over-indulgent chipmunk!
Then both women suddenly evacuated his crotch. Now they sat next to him, smiling. His cock flapped back, his balls rolling wildly. Then his nuts eased into a more natural position. The girls got up from the sofa and took his hands to raise him to his feet.
"Lay down," the blonde demanded huskily. "Stretch out on your back! We're gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
My boss was quickly on his back, seemed more than anxious for the action to begin. He stared up at their pussies, his hands reaching out for them.
I didn't know how much more I could watch without becoming an active participant. I removed my towel and dropped it to the floor, my crotch overheating with my excitement. I gripped my dick as I waited to see what would happen next.
"Put your hands under your ass. Raise that cock into the air and spread your legs," the blonde continued.
His hands dove beneath his butt, his palms pressed into the carpet. He opened his legs, his nuts slipping down to rest on the rug. He didn't say a word, just waited for the girls to offer him their cunts.
The brunette lowered her pussy onto his face while the blonde grabbed his cock to aim it at her descending snatch. His body trembled as open twats advanced towards his supine and surprisingly hairy body.
He stared straight up into pink lips which peeked out beneath a lush crop of curly hairs. At the same time, I watched his cockhead disappear into a bush as equally lush as the one descending upon his open mouth. He raised his hips, and the heel of the blonde's hand shot his cock between his legs, stretched his steely erection . where it wouldn't naturally go. I winced as I imagined how uncomfortable that position must feel.
Lay still!" the blonde shouted. "I'm fucking you. So get those hips back on the floor and don't let me catch you doing that again!"
His ass lowered onto his hands, his body still. I was overjoyed by his submissive role, wished that I could order him around as easily as these women. It served the old fart right to get a taste of his own medicine!
His cock was returned to an upright position and both pussies claimed him at once. His cock was fed into one while his tongue slipped into the other. The girls lovingly adored his face and his crotch, worked his body like seasoned pros.
The lusty activity had increased the power behind my stroking hand. I caught myself excitedly masturbating. Then I abruptly stopped. I refused to give my boss the satisfaction of making me spurt my jism. With his face covered in pussy, he couldn't see me, but I still wouldn't take the chance.
In the middle of his ravishing, his cock was suddenly and completely exposed. The blonde moved down between his legs, her hand slipping beneath his thighs. She pulled up and raised his knees, kept pushing, her hands forcing his feet from the floor, his ass angling upwards.
His butt rose staright up in the air. His balls flopped to either side of his thick shaft, the hairy track to his asshole opened for business. The brunette, her cunt still on his mouth, leaned forward and lowered onto his erection, zealously sucked on his stake as he continued eating her pussy. Meanwhile, the blonde positioned her mouth above his open crack. Her fingers parted his ass cheeks for her incoming tongue. She buried her face between his trembling thighs.
This I knew I couldn't watch, the craving for a hot tongue up my own ass was too great. I made a mental note of the position, however, as it looked extremely enjoyable. I had to leave, get away before my hand returned to my throbbing dick. Need rising, my asshole was quivering with desire. But before I could leave, I had to attract his attention, let him know that I had witnessed his pleasure.
The girls worked feverishly, each dwelling on their own captured section of his shaking body. Quaking tremours claimed his arms as his elbows flopped on the floor and his fingers dug into the carpet. Somehow, I had to get his face away from the cunt above him. And if he liked pussy as much as I did, that might be an impossible task.
But luck was on my side. The blonde stopped sucking him. Suddenly, she lifted off, her mouth open in grunting gasps. She had to be dumping her orgasm into his mouth. I watched and waited, finding it more and more difficult to keep my hands off my dick. To help in my efforts, I retrieved my towel and cinched it around my waist. Then leaning against the door frame, I folded my arms across my chest to keep them away from my crying crotch.
A moment or two later, her hand returned to his cock to place it back within her closing mouth. His arms came around tomove her box off his face, his mouth gasping for air. This was my chance.
I cleared my throat loudly enough to be sure he heard me. His head rolled in my direction and I grinned from ear to ear. His eyes widened at the horror of being discovered by one of his employees. It was exactly the reaction I wanted. I shot him a salute and took off for the lounge, my happy heart singing.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Linda and Camille had their heads together as I glided into the lounge. My excitement pounded in my veins. They stopped talking when I joined them.
"See?" Linda said to Camille.
I immediately knew the topic of their talk-me.
"Your wife tells me you're becoming a pervert," Camille said with interest glimmering in her eyes. "You have come a long way!"
"No, no. It isn't like that," I explained, my voice light, almost chuckling. "I wasn't watching my boss to get my rocks off-"
"That's all right, Todd," Camille said, patting my hand in a motherly way. "We understand. It's getting late and it's time to provide you with your ultimate fantasy, that very special one that you've always longed for. Just tell me what it is and I'll do my best.
I looked at Linda. "What if they aren't the same?"
"Different. The same. Whatever," Camille said. "Tell me, Todd, what lies hidden in your heart?"
I didn't have to think. "That's easy! For as long as I can remember, I've dreamed of being a movie star. A real handsome stud like Clark Gable or Mel Gibson. A superstar surrounded by worshipping fans, a horde of young and beautiful women tearing at my clothes and dying to get me in bed. What a turn-on!"
Linda sat back in her chair smiling and nodding her head. "Me, too! I've dreamt of being Marilyn Monroe or Loni Anderson. A fantastically gorgeous blonde with every man alive drooling over my sexy body. It gets me hot every time I think about it."
"God, Linda, we share more than I thought!" I blurted out, surprised by her response.
"You two are making this easy," Camille said, rising from her chair. "I'm off to make the arrangements. I'll make each of you a star before you know it!"
I took Linda's hand and stared into her beautiful eyes. "I love you," I said tenderly.
"What brought that on?"
"I don't know. I guess I just wanted to reassure you. Whatever happens here, it's you and me. Forever."
"Thank you. I needed to hear that. I was getting worried about you. You seem so into this."
"It's just sex. If I've learned nothing else tonight, I know now that there's a whole lot more between us. Something special. We were silly to let physical problems start tearing us apart. We don't need a marriage counselor, or Camille, or anything else. We've got each other and I never want that to change."
A tear appeared in the corner of Linda's eye and she threw her arms around me. "I love you. More than ever," she whispered in my ear.
She pulled back and our mouths met in a romantic kiss, one that passed love between our bodies.
"So what do you think, Mrs. Lawrence? Do you want to go home? Or do we live our greatest fantasy?"
Linda didn't hesitate. "It's only sex, right? And it's probably the only time we'll get to play out our dreams. Let's do it. Besides, I've got you for the rest of my life, Mr. Lawrence, and you'll never get away from me."
With the matter settled, we sat at the table like two young lovers, our eyes caressing, our hearts pounding. Our minds were drinking in the rediscovered charms of each other. It was like we had returned to our past, were starting our lives together all over again. We hardly moved until Camille returned.
"Just look at the two of you! If you're not careful, people are going to think you're in love."
"We are," I said confidently.
"Everything's ready when you are," Camille said.
"Then let's get this show on the road," I said, rising from the chair, Linda's hand on mine.
"All right, Mr. and Mrs. Movie Star," Camille said with a theatrical flair, "let the fantasy begin!"
We followed her out of the lounge and down the hall, Linda nad I arm in arm. Suddenly, a wave of people descended upon us, a screaming crowd shouting dreamy "Oh's" and rapturous "Ah's," all of them clamoring for our autograph. I really felt Ike a star, the adoration wonderfully exciting. Both Linda and I waved off the crowd as we pushed down the hall, our heads high, our fans jostling to get near us. It was exactly the way I had imagined it would be.
Camille stopped in front of a closed door, stood facing us. She took my hand and kissed my cheek. "Good-bye, Todd." She turned to Linda, took her into her arms, and gave her a big hug, then kissed her before stepping aside. "Go in there and do me proud," she said, opening the door. "It will be your greatest film!"
We stepped through to tumultuous applause and the door closed behind us. We stood on the edge of a movie set, the film crew rushing up to us with clapping hands.
A man in an ascot and beret stepped out of the throng, his hand extended, his face aglow. "I can't tell you what a joy it is to finally work with stars of your magnitude," he said, shaking my hand, then Linda's.
We were both speechless, the respect accorded us overwhelming. The crew stepped aside to reveal the setting; a large, circular bed that sat beneath blazing lights. Thick cables snaked over the floor and several cameras stood ready to film our make-believe movie.
The man in the beret was obviously the director. He started giving order at a furious pace. "Let's get you into makeup and then we can begin," he said, leading us over to full-length mirrors with light bulbs glaring all around their edges. We each had our own mirror and own makeup person, our towels taken from us, another round of applause erupting at our nudity. I loved it! This part was even better than anything my feeble imagination could have conceived.
I was torn between watching the girl on my own body and watching Linda. I could feel what was being done to me, so I chose to stare at my wife. Her facial makeup looked fine to me and must have been okay because the girl concentrated on Linda's curving figure. A dark rouge was rubbed into her cleavage. Pale pink lipstick kissed the circles around Linda's rising nipples, her peaks stiffening beneath the girl's loving motion. The girl really seemed into her job, her hands caressing Linda's flesh without applying any makeup.
And the "makeup artist" working over my body was doing quite the same thing. Her hands were all over me. I couldn't tell that any makeup remained where she had been. That made little difference to my rising dick, her attention causing heated stirrings in my crotch. She unsnapped my cock ring to let my balls slap against my legs. It felt rather good to be free again, my nuts loose and hanging impressively below my strengthening cock.
"Hope you don't mind, sir," the girl said apologetically, "but the director likes everything bareback and natural."
"And what about you? What do you like?"
"God! Any way and every way I can get it!" Her hand latched onto my prick and gently stroked my firming erection, her other hand diving between my legs to scoop up my balls. "Just like this one!"
"Not now, Judy," the director interrupted. "We have a movie to make! If you're ready," the director said with a sweep of his hand, his body angled towards the bed.
I held my hand out to Linda. She slipped her hand in mine and we marched onto the set like royalty, my scepter waving to our subjects as we passed. Everyone stared at our naked bodies in praising reverence, my cock throbbing beneath their adulation. Linda beamed next to me and I knew she was getting off on this too.
"We'll start with a solo," the director explained. "If you'll just take a seat, I'll get a fluffer to keep you hard while I work with your wife."
Someone brought me a director's chair, placed it so I had a good view of the bed. I sat down and a pretty girl squatted next to me, her hand playing with my dick. I assumed she was a "fluffer," someone whose job it was to make sure I didn't lose my erection before the action began. There was little possibility of that happening!
The director was giving Linda instructions as they made their way to the circular bed. She laid herself down, her legs parted, her pretty pussy on display. The crew descended upon her. One guy played with her hair while another shoved a light meter into her cunt. There was an explosion of activity as everyone got ready to shoot the scene. Lights were adjusted, cameras brought into position, Linda's body maneuvered to show off her finest qualities.
Then everyone left her, the director calling for silence. The room fell still. "Lights," the director shouted.
"Set," came the response.
"Cameras?"
"Rolling," said three cameramen at once. "Action!"
Our movie was underway. I was continually fluffed as I watched Linda's hands make love to her body. She began on her chest, her legs lazily opening and closing as she massaged her breasts. She rolled her mounds around, her fingers skimming across her rouged nipples. Her eyes closed beneath the ecstasy of self-love, her lips parted in soft sighs. Or maybe she was acting. Faking it or not, she was turning everyone on.
I looked around the room. I wasn't the only one sprouting a healthy erection. Several crotches had grown in size, the men's pants bulging out in front of them. Pride swelled up inside me.
When I looked back to the bed, Linda's hand had moved into her crotch, her fingers back on her bush to expose her sexy lips. Her fingers slipped into her slit and gently pulled herself open. A hand-held camera immediately came in to record the intimate details of her pussy. The camera got to know her cunt as well as I did, the way it juices and pulses to the rhythm to her heartbeat, the control she has over the eye of her snatch, the beauty of her soft and sensuous folds.
My cock began to dribble at the sight. I was surprised that the cameraman was able to hold the lens so steady. Had it been in my hands, it would have wobbled all over, my excitement too great to ever hold it still.
Linda worked her pussy for the camera, her fingers poking and probing until her flesh began to glisten. Her legs trembled around her manipulations, her sighs turning to deep moans as one finger shot up her hole. As she wiggled and jiggled around inside, the camera caught her every move.
The camera pulled back and the director yelled, I "Cut!"
He rushed to the bed, his hands clapping wildly. "Beautiful! Wonderfully exquisite, my dear! What a star! Now, roll over, my darling, and show us your gorgeous derriere. Reach for the ceiling!"
Linda turned herself over and slid her knees along the satin sheets to hike her butt up into the air. The cameras focused on her slightly parted legs.
"Perfect! You know what to do, so-Action!" the director shouted, stepping out of the scene.
Linda's hands caressed her buns, played her crack for the crowd. Three cameras were aimed directly on her supple bottom, moved in to capture the beauty of her hairy mound which protruded between her thighs. Her fingers parted her ass, their tips gliding along her crevice. She winked her puckered opening at the cameras before gliding down to her cunt, her fingers spreading herself to display all of her hidden charms.
My cock leaked pre-cum as I watched the erotic scene unfold before me. I desperately wanted to get at her pussy, to bury my dick in her sumptuous flesh. The girl stroking my dick was totally unneeded, my hard-on guaranteed by the sight of my wife's spread and fingered cunt. Cum swirled in my nuts. I removed the girl's hand so I wouldn't shoot my climax before ever getting into the movie. Even without the added stimulation, I wasn't sure how long I could hold out, Linda's probing action simply too arousing.
Thankfully, it wasn't long before the director again yelled "Cut". My churning orgasm remained within me.
Linda was helped from the bed. Now it apparently was my turn. The director came over tome and stared into my crotch.
"Well, you're certainly ready!" he said through a grin. "Let me explain the sequence. We'll begin with a short scene of just your magnificent cock. Play with it, stroke it a bit, pretend you've just awakened with a throbbing boner. Then we'll bring in your wife. She'll go down on your dick just long enough to get you wet and slippery, then she'll climb on top and fuck your brains out. What happens from there is up to you. Got it?"
"Sure. Sounds simple enough."
"Great! Then get on the bed and let's get started. Oh, one more thing. Always keep yourself open to at least one of the cameras. We don't want to hide that famous dick from your fans!"
I climbed on the bed feeling just a bit nervous. I wasn't an actor, wasn't sure I could perform. But that was ridiculous. As long as my hard-on stayed with me, all I had to do was be myself. I've certainly played with my cock often enough to know what to do. And I've had years of experience fucking my wife. This was going to be a breeze. I confidently stretched out on the bed.
"You're sleeping, wake up to find a tremendous erection, then didle with your dick," the director shouted. "Okay. Action!"
I slowly opened my eyes and raised my head to stare into my throbbing crotch. The cameras zoomed in on my pulsing length as my hands slid over my chest and reached for my drooling dick. I was surprised by the excitement caused by the watching cameras, their lenses spying at me from three different anges. Performing for them was highly erotic, my cock getting even harder as my hand closed around it to stand it up tall in my groin. I slowly travelled over its length, placed my free hand beneath my balls to raise them up. My legs inched across the bed until I had my crotch fully opened.
One of the cameras came in for a close-up, panned down my giant erection, swept across my captured nuts, then lowered into my legs, the lens adjusted in his twisting hand. The thought of my cock being captured on film was wildly stimulating. I released my nuts to let them bounce beneath my savagely pumping hand, my need to cum consuming my flesh. It wasn't in the script, but climax dominated me so completely that nothing else mattered.
I furiously stroked my raging erection, brought the palm of my unpumping hand down to circle across my seeping tip. My hips jerked away from the sensitive stimulation captivating my head. My eyes raced from camera to camera as they recorded the details of my masturbation.
I suddenly had to fully expose myself to the cameras, to the crew, to anyone who wanted to watch. My hand left my cockhead and grabbed my balls. I pulled them up around my shaft. My knees raised up, my thighs stretched out as far as they could go. The guy between my legs inched clsoer, the lens so near my crack that it could count the hairs leading down to my bright pink asshole. Every inch of my heated flesh was displayed in uninhibited exhibition. Carnal cravings were driving me right to the edge.
I desperately wanted to finger my asshole, but didn't have enough hands. I refused to give up pumping my pounding poker. I had to hold my nuts away from the camera's loving eye. Unfulfilled need became a claiming frustration, forced my hand to squeeze harshly around my girth, to increase my stroking to an incredible speed.
"If you can cum more than once, go for it!" the director shouted.
He didn't have to tell me, there was no way to stop it even had I wanted to. My face flushed with the power of my pumping, the cameras closing in on my ready-to-spurt cock. My shoulders raised from the bed, my stomach tensed. My legs flopped madly as the muscles in my stroking arm began to hurt.
My head fell back on the bed and my mouth opened in a primal scream. Hot cum splashed up to my neck as I exploded for the cameras. A thick white line formed down the center of my chest as I blasted away. My hand slowed as my streaming jet of milky cream lessened, my balls flopping back down between my trembling thighs. I gasped my pleasure as the director cried "Cut," and the entire crew broke into raucous applause.
"Marvelous!" the director screamed, rushing next to the bed. "Do that again and you'll cinch an Academy Award! Someone get this man a towel and get him cleaned up. I can't wait to see him fuck!"
I propped myself up on my elbows as a young lady brought me a towel. But instead of mopping up my delicious deposit, she lowered her face onto my chest and licked away my tasty cum, followed the thick line into my crotch. I fell back onto the bed, her tongue divinely soothing on my hot and sweaty flesh.
"Quick! Get a camera on this," the director screamed excitedly.
"Got it, boss," someone said.
Every move was being filmed. And I thought my performance was over! My dick was raised away from my stomach and the girl closed around my head, a shiver racing through my groin at the coolness of lips. She lovingly bathed her way down my shaft, her tongue curling around my girth. A few delightful slurps on my pole, then she was up and off, my dick cleaned, my skin shining with her saliva. She quickly toweled my chest, made sure she hadn't missed anything, then left the bed.
Linda joined me, laid her naked body next to mine so we touched from shoulder to hip. "Nice job, honey! You're a born actor."
"That wasn't acting. That was nothing more than lust. Pure and simple."
"Whatever it was, I liked it. And so did everyone else. I've never seen you masturbate before. Is it always like that?"
"Not exactly."
The director stood next to us scribbling in a notebook. "Slight script change, but that's all right," he said. "Now then. Let's get that thing hard again, we all know it can get a lot bigger than that!"
My dick lay semi-erect, my skin slightly wrinkled. Had I been allowed to keep my cock ring, I would have been as hard as ever. I would have impressed the hell out of these people. Now I prayed that my dick wouldn't let me down, that it would rise to the challenge.
"Get it standing up and we can get to the heart of this film," said the smiling director.
"Could we take a short break?" I asked. "Give my dick a minute to recover and I'll be hard and ready for whatever you want."
"Sure, sure. Take all the time you need. Or," he said, stopping to insert a dramatic pause, "we could bring in another guy to take your place. And when you're ready, you can join the action. Or we could bring you back with another woman and then switch around. The options are endless. Whatever is your pleasure."
I wasn't ready to go at it again just yet, I knew that much. But I couldn't make the balance of the decision on my own. "Well? What's your pleasure, honey?" I asked Linda.
"It all sounds so good, I don't know what to do. Whatever you decide will be fine with me."
"You wouldn't mind being filmed with another man?" I asked. "Or a woman?" I quickly added.
Linda had to think about that for a moment, then finally said, "Anything you like, dear. Anything that will please you will please me."
The director cleared his throat.
"We're going to take a break," I announced. "Then I'm going to make love to my beautiful wife. Just the two of us. We don't need anyone else."
Linda laid her arm across my chest and squeezed ray shoulder. Then she whispered into my ear so no one else could hear, "I love you, Todd Lawrence."
CHAPTER TWELVE
The film crew kept themselves busy during the break. One guy got himself a blow job while another earnestly sucked on pussy. Everyone was naked and sexually active except for the director, who stayed out of the action.
I massaged my meat as I watched the small orgy unfold around us. The lusty activity brought my cock around, firmed it beneath my caressing hand. Linda watched them as well, seemed to be taking mental notes of the various positions as she squirmed in her chair. I smiled and took her hand.
"Ready to perform?" I asked.
"Any hotter and I'll turn to ashes!"
I caught the director's attention and motioned him over, let him know the filming could continue.
He clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.
They all stopped in mid-stroke or mid-slurp, pulled out or pulled off. Then they returned to their previously assigned duties. No one bothered to dress. Cocks remained stiff while pussies glistened all around. The sight of such sexual arousal heightened my need to take my wife.
"Any special instructions?" I asked the director as we made our way back beneath the lights.
"Just do what comes naturally," he responded with a shrug. "The script you're writing is a hell of a lot better than the one I had!"
Linda and I climbed on the bed as the cameras repositioned, everyone scrambling to get oriented to best capture our love making.
Linda and I did our own repositioning. I slipped my arms around her torso, flattened my palms against her back, then gently pulled her in. We kissed fervently, passionately, our crotches barely touching. This wasn't done for the benefit of the cameras, this was done purely for our own enjoyment.
The director cired, "Action," and we pulled apart, stretching out next to each other.
Linda's hands glided through my soft hair to find my nipples, her thumb and forefinger clamping onto them, twisting them. I breathed deeply through flaring nostrils, expanded my chest, melted beneath the pres sure of my sensitive knobs. My flesh slowly hardened beneath her touch.
Our hips began to sway, my full erection rubbing against her soft and silky body. My balls moved around in their sac, the feeling of freedom nice without my confining cock ring. My cock became steel. Moisture erupted from my cockhole, heightened the sensitivity in my already sensitive head. Pleasure pounded in my groin as I remembered the director's comment. I rolled my hips more flatly onto the bed, separated our crotches to give the cameras a clear, unobstructed view.
Linda's hands lowered onto my stomach, then pushed against my hip to turn my ass to her pussy. She gripped my round globes, then slipped her hand between my legs to press my cock firmly against my abdomen, her hips working her pussy against my butt.
I pulled away to place our crotches face to face, my libido urging me to jam my cock deeply up her cunt. But I resisted. I wanted our movie to be a movie of love, more than a mere race to climax. This was also to be a rediscovery of the passion we thought we had lost.
My cock throbbed and ached with the nearness of her pussy. Blood filled it, heated it, swelled it to the point of bursting. Only wrapping it in Linda's flesh could dispel the urgent craving of my over-inflated erection.
"We can't see you," the director instructed.
Linda pushed me back onto the bed, her hands busy in my crotch. One hand rolled my nuts like giant marbles, shifted them around to loosen my cum. Her other hand latched onto my shaft, played my skin from my base to my tip, slowly, gently working me for the cameras. My cockhead was quickly wet and ready for more heated action.
Linda's hands were all over my body, racing from my waist to my thighs. I squirmed beneath her playful pawing. It was getting harder and harder to fight off my urges, to keep myself from pouncing. I managed, barely, letting foreplay work its magic.
Linda lowered her head to line her mouth up with my crotch. Her tongue moistened her lips. Her hands played over my hips and across the outsides of my ass. She inched forward, her eyes roving over my pounding dick. I couldn't wait for her to connect her lips to my feverish flesh. My cock screamed and ached, fluids rushed out to greet her advancing mouth.
She finally came in, placing her mouth over my length. She chewed on my meat with biting lips and nipping teeth. Then someone tugged on my leg and pulled it away from my crotch to open me to a descending camera.
The director clicked his teeth and I knew we had closed ourselves off again. Suddenly, the cameras had become intrusive, were as much a part of the action as we were. I was about to protest when Linda's hot mouth caressed my screaming dick. Pleasure provoked a startled sigh and I forgot about the movie, the director, the cameras, and everything else. My concentration was wonderfully returned to my swamped cock.
Linda bathed my dick with her hot saliva. She worked it up and down my shaft. Then she lifted off to thrill me by taking one of my nuts into her mouth. Sucking my balls, she pressed it firmly against the roof of her mouth with her forceful tongue, lovingly rolling it around inside her.
She moved from one hot testicle to the other, one hand massaging my cock against my abdoment, rocking it around in my dampened hair. Deep groans erupted from my open mouth.
She returned to suck on my dick, her pressure fantastically stimulating. One had shot beneath my thigh to tickle her fingers beneath my balls. Then my bare ass raised itself up to feel the warmth of her hand on my firm globes. She pulled on the curly hairs of my butt as she tugged on my cock, her lips locked tightly around my girth. Her head was bobbing up and down my throbbing length. Cum churned at the base of my dick, kept my shaft steely hard. The fuse on my climax burned threateningly close to discharge.
Linda had never worked me so expertly, my orgasm coming much more quickly than normal. To keep myself from creaming too early, my hands hooked beneath her arms. I raised her up so I could kiss her passionately, express the love welling up inside me. We laid face to face, one palm molding her tits together to force her nipples against my chest. Her hands rested on my shoulders, rubbing, squeezing my taut muscles as I rapaciously devoured her tongue.
I moved to her ear, my hand pushing back on her hair to expose a delicate lobe. I nipped and nibbled, then shot my tongue inside before travelling down to her neck. Her head fell beack to stretch the soft skin into a flat plane, to open herself fully to my greedy kisses. I inched down her chest until my tongue met the beginning of the valley between her luscious breasts. I didn't care where the cameras were or how much they could see. I was told to do whatever came naturally, and that's just what I was doing, satisfying my craving for her tits.
My anxious mouth closed around an excited nipple, drew it into my warm, moist interior. My tongue lashed out at it, batted it, pressed it into the surrounding circle of tantalizing tissue. My lips parted, opened, skimmed over the surface to engulf her breasts. My hand beneath it forced the suppleness into my eager opening. Both hands pushed and shoved, tried to force her pliable flesh into my confining space. Her nipple sat hard against my tongue, my mouth full, my body ecstatic.
I ravaged both tits until my desire for the rest of her body lifted me away. I slid down the satin sheets to stare into her silky twat. Her hands guided my face between her legs, my mouth open, my tongue forcing its way into her slit. My tongue lapped up and down her juicy crank, then rakishly sank between her pressing lips. I hungrily tasted her, basked in her warmth, the joy of her pussy bobbing my cock.
My fingers slipped into her crevice and parted her folds to receive my kisses, my licks, my wildly voracious tongue. I probed her soft flesh until I found her sleeping clit. I massaged it, pressed it from side to side until it began to grow. It offered only slight resistance. Once it was hard, my lips closed around it to suck it in. Linda's soft sighs increased the pressure of my grip, set my tongue wagging against it.
I'm sure the cameras couldn't see a thing, but the director let us alone, let us do what we liked. Excitement forced me to seek out her hole, to find the opening to her familiar interior. One circle around its rim, then a second. That was all the delay I could stand! My tongue darted into her clamping circle, forced itself past the tight grip of her sensuous opening. The taste was overwhelming, her interior moist and drooling from our passion. Entering her pussy was like coming home after a long vacation. It's nice to be away, but coming back is even sweeter. I lapped up her juices, my lips engulfed in hot flesh, my fingers releasing her pussy to close around my face. My nose greedily breathed her frangrance, my mouth filled by her flow.
Eating her cunt inflamed my crotch, burned my groin with an intensity that could no longer be tolerated. My dick insisted on knowing her pussy as intimately as my mouth presently did.
My hands grabbed her ass, turned her, laid her down on the bed. My face pulled out of her crotch, but my eyes never left the beauty of her pussy, her hair moist and glistening with my saliva.
I slowly worked up her body, my mouth and tongue investigating every curvaceous inch as I travelled up her torso. My cock lightly skimmed her thighs, neared her cave, drooled almost continuously.
I raised my hips when my mouth again met hers, gently placed my pounding prick atop her receptive snatch. My weight lowered, my roundness slipping into her crack. Her tits smashed beneath my chest and her legs raised around me. They parted the way for my entry. I slid my cockhead down her valley, felt it disappear into the grasping lips of her craving cunt. Her hand placed my tip against her hole, held it there until I was ready to forge ahead. And boy was I ready! There was so much fluid in both our crotches that I slipped in effortlessly, my excited cockhead in up to its widened corona.
Linda's hands on my muscular butt forced me further in. She apparently needed more, wanted my mammoth dick totally captured by her greedy cunt.
One of the cameras came between my legs as I felt the magnificent bliss of feeding Linda more and more of my cock. The intensity of my pleasure didn't lessen with the camera's intrusion. In fact, it grew and grew, scrambled my brain with the deliriously delightful knowledge that the lens was watching my dick glide up Linda's swallowing pussy. Fireworks exploded in my head and stars danced before my eyes as she consumed my cock, drew it fully up her succulent, swamping pussy. The camera skillfully recorded it all.
Her interior sat around my girth like a water-soaked sponge, bathing, soothing, swelling around my erection to completely cover my skin in heated fluids. My cock sat full of cum, my cream lapping at my head, aching to spill out, to splash over her walls. My dick quivered as her biting pussy nipped at the base of my shaking organ, our pubic hairs entwined, our crotches kissing.
My hips started to perform, began the steady drive to orgasm. I widened my legs on the bed as brilliant light came in to illuminate our dark and slapping groins. The camera came in for a close-up and I wanted to slow my stabbing prick to capture the intricate details of the underside of my dong on celluloid. But my pace refused to lessen. I hoped my throbbing member wouldn't be blurred on the film. Linda's head rolled from side to side as my hips stroked my rod in and out of her gobbling box with the same vigorous rhythm.
A sudden tingle raced into my balls and I increased the depth of my penetration. I banged into her cervix, pressed my head flatly against her hot and blocking flesh. Runaway power plummeted my prick into her hole, worked hard to bring about my ejaculation without further delay.
My fingers crumpled the sheets as my hips ground my needy cock into her drenching box. My thoughts of romance and love were cast aside. It was time to reach the heavenly culmination produced by slapping crotches, to release the pressure inside my aching manhood.
The lights blazed against my balls, heated up my bouncing ass as I banged into her with all my might. I slammed my meat fully in, then pulled it out. The popping and slurping sounds from my rampaging prick matched the loud moans that erupted from my panting mouth. I fell into the arms of sheer rapture. Linda trembled and jerked as the fury of my fuck gained even greater force. Linda matched me thrust for thrust, her pussy pounding against me, her hips making sure she felt my entire mass on each jarring jab.
A few driving strokes later, my cum sat at the tip of my dick. Even in the throes of extreme ecstasy, I thought about the film. I pushed up from the bed, locked my elbows to keep my chest above Linda's humping body. I threw back my head.
"Up front! Up front!" I yelled between quick gasps of air. "I'm ready to cum. I'll pull out. I'll dump on her stomach!"
The cameras quickly got into position. I suddenly screamed at the top of my lungs. One hand shot down to my dick to extract me from Linda's sucking cunt. I angled my body to let it in the light. My cock let my cum explode from its bright and shining tip. I screamed with each release, my ass clenching to help drive my semen up to her tits. My entire body jerked and quaked as I gave the director his requested second climax.
I plowed my dick through my gripping hand, my tube burning, my mind on fire with the ecstasy of release. I came with the swirling turbulence of a raging river, my thick cream spinning in tiny eddies across Linda's heaving stomach and jiggling breasts.
When my cock stopped spitting, I could have easily collapsed in euphoric exhaustion. I didn't, instead returning my erection to Linda's unspent pussy. There I renewed my pounding to bring Linda to orgasm. I drove onward, inward, upward, fed her my cock as furiously as before my eruption. She squirmed beneath me, rocked her hips back and forth to slam my still-hard cock from wall to wall. She had never before fucked with such force, her pussy a quivering mass of working muscle. Her strong desire to reach her orgasm kept me hard, fueled my own need to get her off.
My arms relaxed to lower my torso, our bodies once more pressed together. My cum sread out between us like warm oil, soaked into the fur on my chest and rubbed itself into the pores of Linda's soft and caressing skin. I slipped and slid on the thin layer of moisture between us as Linda's writhing heightened in intensity. I knew she was close to giving me her honey. Now I worked my hips all the harder, drove down on top of her more fiercely.
Moments later, Linda reached her goal. And mine. Her body froze and only her hips pumped against me. Her pussy spewed the nectars of her orgasm over my tired and softening dick. I languished in the searing heat that surrounded my cock, my movements stopped to feel the gush of erupting honey against my swollen cockhead. Linda's sighs were almost grunts; deep and husky expulsions of air.
Exhausted and elated, I slipped out of her streaming pussy, my dick wrinkled from a night full of nonstop sex. I kissed her passionately before collapsing on the bed beside her.
"Cut!" the director yelled. "Bravo! Bravo! That was magnificent. It would have been nicer if you had remembered to keep yourself open, but--" he stopped, his shoulders frozen in a shrug.
Linda turned to me and laughed. "I'm a movie star!"
"And a gorgeous one at that!" I added, massaging her breasts and kissing her cheek.
As far as we knew, that was the end of our fantasy. It was time to head home, our night filled with memories and plenty of notes to carry back to our own bed.
But the crew had something quite different in mind as they joined us on the bed. The sheet was quickly covered in naked bodies as Linda and I were separated. We were trapped in the center of an erupting orgy.
People were all over us and we couldn't get away. Someone took my soft cock into their mouth while someone else attached themselves to my ass. I stared up into a squatting pussy while the girl sucked on a cock above my face. Some guy was sitting on my stomach, but I couldn't tell what he was doing!
Although my ass was being divinely eaten, I squirmed and twisted and tried my best to escape the bodies atop me. I made very little progress until I started chewing on the cunt just above my mouth. My teeth bit at her flesh and I heard her scream. She quickly lifted off me, getting away from my nipping mouth, but hers was only one of the bodies that kept my pinned to the bed.
I raised up to discover the guy on my stomach reaming the pussy of the same girl who'd tried so desperately to make my dick rise up from the dead. I didn't have the heart to tell her that it was a lost cause, that I had cum so many times already that it might take me a week to recover. I pulled on the guy's side, toppled him onto the bed. Two down, two to go.
I got the girl off my dick and freedom seemed assured. Just then, another wave of bodies climbed on top of me and pressed me back to the bed. My face was buried in flesh, some soft and smooth, some muscular and hairy. These people didn't seem to care who was doing what to whom. Their hands were all over me, not to mention the rest of their naked anatomy! When I spied a pair of hairy balls dangling over my face, slowly lowering closer and closer, I found the energy I needed to extract myself from the pile of devouring flesh. I slid down towards the end of the bed, open and hairy cracks passing over me as I made my way to freedom.
My feet finally hit the floor, then my ass. I popped my head out from a pair of clasping thighs, stood up, and quickly placed substantial distance between me and the body-filled bed. I spied Linda emerging from one side and rushed to her aid. I grabbed her arms and pulled her out of the frenzied mass.
We headed for the door, stopping for one last look at the heap of flying arms and legs. An ascot flew into the air and beret slowly sunk beneath the surface of the undulating orgy. We turned to each and laughed.
"Towel, my dear?" I asked before opening the door.
"I think it's a little late for modesty."
We strolled down the hall in unabashed nudity. My dick had shriveled up to nothing, but I really didn't give a damn. And I was fucking proud of Linda's body, hoped others would stare at her beauty. We had come a long way and I knew we no longer needed counselors, or Camille, or someone else's fantasy. We had each other and we were going home-to create our own fuck fantasies.
