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Authors name: E.Z.Riter (ezriter@hotmail.com)
Story title : Evil Sex
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Evil Sex
By E.Z.Riter (ezriter@hotmail.com)
***
His wife had no compunction about cheating with anyone
she took a fancy too. What hubby couldn't figure out was
why she did it so blatantly so that the who community
knew what a slut she was. Then one evening he found out
why. (M+/F, orgy, wife, cheat, nc)
***
This story was originally published at Ruthie's Club as
part of the Ezra Zane Festival on August 5, 2002, where
it appeared beautifully illustrated by ImageForge and
edited by Ruthie herself.
The attached work of fiction is intended to be
entertainment for adults in locations where it is
legal.
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and www.storiesonline.net
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EVIL SEX
The phone rang incessantly. I wondered why Lana didn't
answer it as I rolled over and searched blindly for the
receiver.
"Hello," I mumbled.
"Wake up, Ryan. Wake up!" Her voice was strident.
"Who is it?"
"Mary Jane. Do you know where Lana is?"
I looked around. Where the hell was Lana?
"Ryan!" Mary Jane shouted. "It's two thirty in the
morning. Where is your wife?"
"I don't know."
"I do. She's at Bart's house pulling a train. Do you
know what that means? She's gangbanging all your so-
called friends. You're a laughingstock-a cuckold too
stupid to know his wife is fucking around on him. Wake
up, Ryan!"
"I'm awake," I said.
Her voice was low and cold now. "No, you're not.
Everyone knows about her but you, and everyone who
knows her does her. Do you like being married to the
biggest slut in town?"
"No," I said.
"That's what she is. She did Bart the night before your
wedding. She did some guy she met on the beach while
you were on your honeymoon and bragged about it when
she got back. Now she's doing anyone she can pull
together in a group. How does that make you feel?"
"Shitty," I said. "Really low and shitty."
"Maybe there's hope for you yet," she replied. "Good
night, Ryan. I'll pray for you," she said before she
hung up.
In less than a minute, I was dressed and running for
the car. In less than ten, I tried Bart's front door.
It was unlocked. I quietly let myself in and tiptoed to
the living room. A bunch of them were sitting around
naked, drinking beer and shooting the shit.
There was Bart in his easy chair. Bart - one of my two
best friends. A groomsman at our wedding. I knew Bart
would fuck anything, but I thought he'd leave my wife
alone out of friendship if nothing else. His wife,
Betty, was a sweet and giving woman. I liked her. But
she was a certifiable slut. Hell, I slept with her
before she dated Bart and she had offered herself to me
regularly since then. I knew they were wife swappers
because both of them had approached me about Lana and
me joining their club.
There were my other friends there - Bill and Jack and
Little Jeff and Pete and Andy.
Betty, wearing a sweatshirt that covered her alomost to
her crotch, came in from the kitchen with two beers in
each hand. She saw me and froze. "Hello, Ryan," she
said. The room got deathly quiet. I looked at each of
them, but they wouldn't look at me.
"Where's Lana?" I asked.
"In the bedroom with Jeff and Mikie," Betty replied.
Just then Mike came through the door from the hall.
"Next," he announced with a big shit-eating grin. He
saw me and sagged back against the wall with his mouth
hanging open. Mike - my other best friend and brother-
in-law. I knew Amy, my sister, didn't know about her
husband fucking the town slut. Amy would cut off Mike's
nuts if she knew.
"Don't blame us. We're not the only ones she's
fucking," Bill said.
"Yeah, Ryan. If she's giving it away, why shouldn't
your friends get some? She's the best I've ever had,"
Bart added. Betty looked pissed off at that, but the
other guys mumbled agreement.
Bart was right. Lana was built like a brick shithouse
and had a wild, demanding sensuality when she wanted
sex, which was most of the time. She'd get a look in
her eyes - a supernatural look, like in a cartoon. No
man could resist that look. She loved to fuck more than
any woman - hell, more than any man I ever met. And
good? Bart was right again. Lana was the best fuck
ever.
"What's been happening?" I asked.
"She's been here since one, taking all of us any way we
want it," Mike answered.
"Who came in her mouth?" I asked.
Four hands went up, two of them from Andy. "The other
two hand's for Big Jeff," he said sheepishly.
"In the ass?"
"She told us she'd tell our wives if we did her like
that," Bill replied.
"Shit. She told us she'd cut us off and that's even
worse," Pete snickered.
No anal sex. Period. That was Lana's rule. She'd do
anything but that, and if I ever had her ass, she'd
never speak to me again.
I saw Bart give Betty a signal. She handed out the
beers except for one and brought it to me. I took a
swig as Betty's hand slipped under my tee shirt and
slid across the top of my jeans. "Let's go somewhere
and talk, Ryan," she said seductively.
"No, thanks, Betty. I want to join in my wife's
gangbang."
"Oh, that's great," someone said and they all begin to
talk, like someone had turned on the electricity and a
display started. The pressure was off them. I wasn't an
angry husband. I was one of the guys participating in
fucking the slut.
"I'm going to fuck her ass and you guys are going to
help me," I said.
The electricity was disconnected. All was quiet again.
"This is what's going to happen. I want her on the bed
doggy-style. Mike, you'll hold her head. Pete and
Little Jeff will hold her arms. Andy and Bart will hold
her legs. I'll plow her from behind. You will hold her
like I want her. Understand?"
"Not me," Bart said. "She's too good to give up." Bart
didn't know it but he just bought more trouble than he
could handle.
"I'll take the other leg, Ryan. It's the least I can do
for you," Jack said.
"That's right, guys. We owe it to Ryan. He's our buddy
and he's always been there for us," Mike said. "Let's
do it."
Lana was facing the far wall when we entered the
bedroom. She was on her hands and knees on the bed with
Jeff fucking her doggy-style, driving into her sloppy
cunt with all he had. I heard her laugh-a demonic,
guttural laugh-like she does when she orgasms. I
wondered how many she'd had.
Jeff drove hard into her. She pushed back against him
and wiggled her hips. "That's it, Baby. Fill me up,"
she said. That's what she always said when I came in
her.
Mike crawled in front of her with his back against the
headboard. Lana thought he wanted his cock sucked and
her head dropped into his lap. The others took their
places before she realized what was happening.
I pushed Jeff aside and took his place between her
legs. His cum drooled out of her, or maybe it was
Mike's cum, or whoevers. There was a pile of the wet
sticky stuff on the sheet under her red and well-used
pussy.
"I need a cock in me," she said, raising her head up to
look Mike in the face. "Who's next?"
Mike tangled his hands in her hair above the ears on
both sides of her face to get a good grip and pulled
her head back until his face was near hers. "Ryan," he
said.
The world stood still. No one made a sound.
"Ryan? My husband?"
I drove my cock into her loose and well lubed pussy.
When I pulled out, there was as much cum on my cock as
there was when we fucked at home.
"Yes, Lana. It's me," I said. "Hold still, baby. You're
going to love this."
I drove all the way into her ass with one long, hard
stroke, burying my cock in her bowels to the hilt. She
screamed and started struggling. Lana's strong for her
size and her adrenalin pumped, but she was tired from a
hard night's fucking and six big guys held her in
place. All that twisting and fighting gave my crotch a
good massage from her hips and her sphincter spasmed on
my cock.
Any other time, all that stimulation would've made me
go off like a roman candle. This time, I wasn't even
close. I wanted to do this my way.
She fought until she couldn't move. Now the guys were
holding her up, not holding her still as she sucked in
air by the bushels. I took a hip in each hand and
slowly began to fuck her ass.
Something happened to her. It must've been the heat and
exertion and continual sexual stimulation for a couple
of hours. And the hard dick in her asshole, of course.
I heard her demonic laugh, but it was different this
time, like I'd heard only once before. It was staccato,
like she was laughing with the hiccups. Lana was
building to a mind-blowing climax.
"Listen," I barked. "Grab her tits, guys. Jack, do her
clit. Andy, finger her. Mike, pull her hair. On the
beat. Ready. Squeeze. Tug. Tug. Release. Rest.
Squeeze. Tug. Tug. Release. Rest."
Betty started clapping the rhythm and chanting the
words. The others not doing it chimed in. "Squeeze.
Tug. Tug. Release. Rest."
Only Lana and I were off beat. She was twitching and
rotating and growling. Every muscle in her body and
her skin were on fire. She cursed and babbled
incoherently. The guys holding her were working to keep
her in place. The chanting got louder. "Squeeze. Tug.
Tug. Release. Rest."
Me? I was driving up her dark hole and struggling to
stay in her without cumming. The motions and heat and
pressures were excruciating.
"Faster," I said. They picked up the tempo and so did
Lana.
I heard her pre-climax laugh. She screeched and yanked
herself free. She sat back hard, burying me in her. Her
nails dug into my thighs. Her ass tightened on my cock.
It definitely was not fun. The pain was intense, like
when you catch your dick in your zipper. I screamed.
Lana screamed, vomited on Mike, and passed out.
Lana stayed there. Betty said she'd take care of her.
Pete and Little Jeff took me to the hospital. Dr. Helen
Booker was on duty. We all knew Helen, who was three
years ahead of us in high school. I showed Helen the
puncture wounds made by Lana's claws in my thighs and I
showed her my dick.
"Ryan, your penis is horribly bruised. Doesn't it
hurt?"
"It's killing me," I replied.
"I'll get some painkiller and an icebag. You can't have
sex for a few weeks. Don't even masturbate. If it's
not painfree in five days, you need to see me again.
I'm going to cleanse and stitch your wounds." She
glared at me. "Were these made by a woman?" she asked.
"Lana," I replied.
"I've seen wounds made when a woman clawed a man, but
none like these. These are wider and deeper." She shook
her head in disbelief and started the procedures. The
painkiller wiped me out. I barely remember the guys
getting me home and in bed.
Someone was shaking me. I heard my name being called as
I fought to clear the cobwebs from my mind.
"Wake up, Ryan," she said, shaking me again.
"Mom?" I mumbled. "What are you doing here?"
"You're not at home. You're in the hospital and you
have been for two days."
Mom look terrified. So did Dad, Mike, and Amy who were
standing behind her. I turned my head to see Father
Morris who looked more terrified and a crucifix in his
hand.
Father said, "In the name of the Father and the Son and
the Holy Spirit.
Amen," as he made the sign of the cross on my forehead.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Lana's in the hospital, too. She almost died," Mom
answered.
"Mike told us what happened at Betty's house. He told
us everything," Amy said.
"Lana was possessed by the Devil," Father said. He
sounded as scared as he looked. "The anal sex drove him
from her body. At least that's what the exorcist
thinks. We really don't know."
"They want you to be exorcised," Mom said.
"They want to exorcise all of us there that night,"
Mike interjected.
"Exorcise the Devil? You're kidding me?"
"The Devil isn't funny, Ryan," Father said piously.
Maybe not, but I snickered anyway. I went to Mass most
Sundays and Confession three or four times a year, but
I thought demonic possession was bullshit. I didn't say
that to Father Morris. He looked like he had enough
problems. They stayed with me and talked for ten
minutes or so before Dr. Helen Booker came in.
"Time to leave. He needs his rest," she said. Mom
kissed me and they all tottered off. Dr. Booker threw
the covers back and checked my thighs. "You're healing
more quickly than I expected," she said.
"Good genes," I joked.
"I had the nurse remove the catheter. How's your dick
feeling?" she asked. She bent over me and took my cock
in her hand. "Healing nicely, I see. I think this
medicine is what it needs."
She sucked it in her mouth. That surprised me. I always
thought of Helen as asexual, even when I was in high
school and anything in skirts looked good. I didn't
think of her that way as she bobbed on my cock giving
me one hell of a good blowjob.
As her hand slowly worked my hard and needy shaft, she
raised up to look me in the eye. I knew that look. It
was Lana's look-the one she had when she desperately
needed sex.
Or was it the Devil's look?
"The priests are looking for me," Helen said, but it
didn't sound like Helen. Her voice was low and
guttural. "Don't tell them where I am and you'll have
the best sex you ever had."
"I won't tell them," I said.
"That's my good boy," Helen said in that unworldly
voice. She lowered her mouth to my cock. In seconds, I
spurted my load and she swallowed it. "I'll be back,"
she said as she left me alone.
Why should I tell the priests? I knew what was
happening now. If I managed it, the demon would jump
from Helen to another woman when I was ready, so the
best sex would be there for me. And I knew how to
manage it. I could fuck the Devil away.
The nurse came in. She was a little plump, but that
didn't matter. I stared at her. She looked terrified
and helpless. A tear rolled down her cheek as she
looked at her wedding rings. She shivered, locked the
door, and removed her hose and panties.
"Take off everything," I said.
She nodded and undressed before climbing on the bed and
impaling herself on my cock. I lay back with my arms
behind my head and let her do the work. I was in no
hurry. I liked watching her face and her bouncing tits.
She humped until she was red-faced and near exhaustion.
The room stunk of sex. Her pussy was getting dry and my
crotch was soaked in her juices.
She didn't orgasm, but that wasn't important to either
of us. Only one thing was important. My orgasm.
Clearly, she would fuck herself to death rather than
stop before I climaxed.
When I let myself cum, I laughed. It surprised me, and
I thought, "Jesus, was that my laugh?"
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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