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Married
by oldfart (flcurry@mindspring.com)
***
A writer of erotic stories wants to experience a gang
bang. She convinces her husband, who finds he enjoys it
after all. (MMF, orgy)
***
"But I'm on the pill, so I won't get pregnant, and
you'll be there with me, so nothing will go wrong."
"Dolly, don't be ridiculous, There could be lots of
things that could go wrong. What if one of them hurts
you before I can stop him? What if... What if I get
jealous? What if word gets out? What if you get VD? No,
honey, I won't let you do it! Why do you even want to?"
"So I'll know what it feels like. Look, I've never had
sex with anyone but you. "She's thirty-three years old,
and she's only slept with one guy." I like sex with you
a lot, but I might like it differently with other men.
If I do, I want to know what it feels like, while I'm
still young enough to pull it off, and I can do it only
if you to share the experience with me."
"But, a gang bang? Why? Why not just sleep around? This
is way too dangerous. What if things get out of hand?"
"It won't. They won't. I've got it all figured out. No
one will even know anyone else's name. It'll be totally
anonymous. We'll rent a hotel room. I'll put an ad in
the paper. We'll interview each man beforehand. You'll
be with me all the time and I'll tell you when I want
to stop. If you don't want me to go through with it,
I'll back out. Even if you just feel uneasy, I promise,
I'll stop. Please be open-minded, Tom. I really want to
do this."
"Is this research for another story?"
"Well, yes, but I also want to see how much sex one
woman can reasonably take."
"Then ask some prostitute, or masturbate."
"But I want to know for myself, for me. And I lose
interest in climaxing when I masturbate. Besides, it's
not as the same as actually having sex. Come on, Tom,
please. You've got it up more than once lots of times.
I really like multiple intercourse with you, and I'm
sure having additional partners will keep me going.
Tom, please let me do this. I promise, it will be just
this one time."
Tom looked at her in wonder. He didn't believe it at
first, but now he saw that Dolly was deadly serious.
Strangely, as he gave it some consideration, he
actually felt the stirrings of excitement in his loins.
"Face it, buddy," he told himself, "it's pretty erotic
to have a wife who is so fascinated by sex that she
would be willing to do a gang bang."
Dolly had always been an excellent lover, especially
recently. She was enthusiastic and always willing. She
had learned to suck cock really well and to grab and
manipulate his inserted cock with her cunt muscles when
they fucked. Maybe the other men would be a little
envious to find out that such a sexy woman was married
to him.
Would she really do it? If he knew Dolly she would.
But, what would it mean to their relationship? He knew
he loved her, and she loved him. Hopefully, nothing
could change that. But the whole idea was so scary, and
yet so sexy!
"You'll really back out if I say so? Even at the last
minute? And stop if it bothers me too much?"
"I said I would and I will. Please, Tom, at least think
about it. C'mon. Heck, you might even enjoy it."
"You're sure? OK, maybe you're right. It might be
interesting to see how I'll feel. The idea scares me,
but maybe it will work. OK, let see if we can pull it
off."
* * *
"What's the Bowflex for?" Tom looked at the box sitting
in the hallway.
"For me to work out on. Sex isn't a low calorie
exercise. I've got to be in good shape. I don't want to
give out physically before I'm fully satisfied
sexually, and I didn't know how long that will take.
I've also got this." She held up a new cookbook. The
title read: "Low Fat, High Energy. Plus I've got a new
exercise schedule full of stretching and bending,
especially the inner thighs."
"Wow, you're really serious." Tom shook his head.
"Maybe I should work out a little myself."
"You'd better- I want you in the mix as well."
* * *
Over the next three weeks, Dolly stuck to her routine.
She even managed to lose a little weight, bringing
herself to a trim 110 pounds. Her firm flesh glowed
with health.
Tom was taking it pretty well; he had helped her
interview the men. They advertised for potential
partners, looking for about twenty five total. They
specified that they wanted men who were competent love
makers. The whole idea was for Dolly to have as many
climaxes as possible, not just fucks. Tom was surprised
at the number of males who responded to the ad. They
even had a number of women respond. Dolly considered
that, but finally decided she wanted to keep it to
straight sex, though. That's what her storyline
required.
He and Dolly had discussed how they would do it and
planned it in some detail. She was glad to find that he
actually seemed to be getting turned on by the idea.
She sure was. Their sex life was better than ever. The
week before the event they had sex twice a day, both
when they went to bed and when they woke up the next
morning.
She and Tom decided to keep the hotel room pretty cool,
since so much physical exertion would be going on in
it. So to keep herself warm, Dolly had bought two new
baby-doll pajamas. They were pink-and-white with short
puffed sleeves and a fringe of lace at the hem. Dolly
knew she would feel better, and thought she would
probably look sexier, if she were partly clothed.
Actually, Tom had suggested the idea. She would buy the
baby-dolls and wear just the top. As he pointed out,
they wouldn't interfere with her fucking, and her cute
little slit and bottom could peek out enticingly
beneath them.
They talked at length about whether she should shave
her public hair. She had done it a couple of times,
years ago, and had liked the feeling, but had
eventually gone back to letting it grow. They decided
to leave it the way it was.
It was fine and soft, anyway, and might provide some
extra protection for her if she were fucked too long or
violently. Even though Tom would be there, and they
didn't expect any problems with the men they had
picked, he might not move fast enough if one of the men
got too excited.
And lastly, they decided to be scientific. Since Tom
would be there anyway, they decided that he would note
the beginning of each sex session and record the times
that that it took Dolly to climax.
Dolly knew she had an easier time cumming than many
women did, but she felt that it would be interesting to
know exactly what her reaction time was, especially
after she had come a few times. She felt warm and
excited about what she was going to do, and she
sincerely wished she wouldn't get tense and not be able
to enjoy the men sexually as much as she hoped to.
Fortunately, as the day got closer, she felt calmer and
more sure that everything would go all right.
* * *
Finally the big day arrived. After leaving their kids
with her sister and brother-in-law, she and Tom drove
to the airport and rented a car, then drove across town
to the motel. The sun blazed in the blue sky and
Dolly's spirits were as high as the fluffy white clouds
that sailed through the heavens. Tom checked them in at
the motel at about five in the afternoon, paying cash
and using a false name.
Dolly couldn't stop giggling. She felt giddy and
jazzed. They went directly to the room. Dolly had had a
hearty lunch, and was far too excited to eat. Tom
unwrapped the food and drinks he'd brought for the men
to consume while they waited, and he snacked on some as
they got things ready.
While Tom spread one of the large white beach towels
they had brought onto the bed, Dolly took a long hot
shower. She came out glistening, her hair slightly
damp, very relaxed. With Tom's help, she rubbed skin
lotion over her whole body, between her legs and onto
her breasts. A small drop of perfume behind each ear,
on her shoulders, under her arms and just above her
slit, and she was ready.
"You get me first, darling. I need to warm up." She
pulled Tom into the bed and on top of her. He pushed
her onto her back, spread her legs and went down on her
eagerly. She was already sopping wet with anticipation,
of course, but she got even more excited as she held
his head as he devoured her. Good God, her man sure
knew how to please a woman! Dolly thrashed and moaned
as Tom tantalized her aching clit.
Soon she couldn't wait any more and wanted him in her.
Tom dropped his pants and noted the time. They both
laughed at the artificiality of it, and then he pushed
his hard cock into her. He rooted it around inside,
poking and prodding. She squirmed under him, enjoying
his fervor. Soon she threw her arms around him and
pushed up against him, crying out as she came. A few
minutes later he gasped and groaned and climaxed
strongly, deeply, into her. Afterwards, they hugged
each other, content.
The doorbell rang. Tom got out of bed, tucked his shirt
in and zipped up his pants. He looked down at Dolly.
She smiled up at him; their lovemaking had been fast
but enjoyable. Tom felt a pang of sadness as he eyed
Dolly's sweet body. Her breasts were still firm and
well shaped. Her stomach was almost as flat as it had
been when they were first married. Her ass was still
trim and tight. Her legs were long and slim. But it was
her cunt, her beautiful, sweet, cunt, that he loved
more than anything else, and that was the place he felt
most at home.
Dolly was a necessity to him, the center of his
existence. Now, he feared that his life with her was
about to change irreparably. During all of the time
that they were married she had clung to him, and he had
been faithful to her. Now she was going to move beyond
that, beyond him alone, and share herself with other
men.
Still, she was her own master. He would not deny her.
She wanted this, and he would not interfere. He stood
for a second, then bravely walked through the living
room, opened the door and welcomed the first four in.
He asked them to wait, and then stuck his head back in
the bedroom. Dolly had donned the pajama top and was
sitting demurely on the bed. "Still want to go through
with this?"
"Bring 'em on." Dolly fluffed the pillows and lay back.
Her nipples were hard and pointy under the sheer top.
She looked ravishing, her cheeks glowing and her eyes
bright. Tom saw her blush, and then she smiled at him
and mouthed 'I love you.' He shook his head in wonder,
stepped into the living room and motioned to the first
man, opening the door wide for him and following him
in.
Dolly looked up at the candidate that she and Tom and
decided would be her first. She remembered talking to
him during the interview. This fellow had impressed
them both with his levelheaded seriousness. He hadn't
been nervous, macho or embarrassed when she and Tom had
described what they had in mind. He had nodded and said
he would "be pleased to participate." Now he gazed
solemnly down at her, and she blushed and her sex
tingled as his large brown eyes scanned her half-naked
body crouched on the bed. Tom sat down in a chair, and
noted the times of his lovemaking with Dolly, as the
man started to undress. "So," he said, "am I your
first?"
"The first other than my husband," Dolly nodded toward
Tom, who blushed despite himself.
"Don't be afraid to let me know what you like," he
said. "I want you to really enjoy fucking me. I know
I'm going to enjoy fucking you."
He removed his shirt and shoes, dropped his pants, and
slid his boxer shorts down his legs and off. He stood
still for a few seconds, letting them both look him
over. He was tall and slim, with wide shoulders and
strong runner's legs. His skin was a luminous blue-
black, and his hair, short beard and chest pelt curled
tightly against his skin.
"Wow, you have a great body," Dolly told him. Dolly had
wanted a black man and an oriental man as her first two
sex partners, partly so she would know what interracial
sex was like, but also to add variety and interest.
The rest of the man's body was smooth and almost
hairless. He did have a thick matted bush of public
hair though, starting at his navel and flowing down
around his crouch. His penis sprang out of the middle
of it like a black trout out of a stream, his dark
balls hanging loose below.
"Thanks. And I know how to use it."
"You keep in shape."
"Yeah."
"Doing?"
"Round ball."
"Hope you don't dribble," she said smiling.
"I've never had any complaints." He walked slowly over
to the bed, his pendulous meat swinging side-to-side,
put his knee on the sheet, and crawled onto the bed
with Dolly. 'With my wife,' Tom thought. 'So she's
really going through with this.' He shook his head
again. 'She can't have properly prepared herself,' he
thought. 'After all, it's not like she's challenging
her physical strength, but instead the resilience of
her sensitive sexual organs. How can she know they
won't be damaged? This is not the way normal people
act.' His throat felt sore and he swallowed. He hoped
he wasn't going to be sick.
The man kneeled in front of her, looking down at her
shining face. His white teeth gleamed a wide smile. He
put his fists on his hips and clinched the muscles of
his ass. His penis jumped a little. Dolly started as it
moved, then swallowed, nodded and licked her lips with
her small pink tongue. His strong legs framed his
hanging dark organ, which was now dangling right in
front of her face. Since this was the first time she
had seen any adult man's penis but Tom's, outside of
videos, she studied it with interest. It looked a lot
different than Tom's, even aside from its color. Tom
was circumcised, his glans plainly visible. This man's
cock was entirely covered with skin, except for a small
opening at the tip. "May I?" she asked.
"Please do," the man said. She reached out and touched
it shyly, letting her small fingers play over it,
weighing it in her hand.
She jacked it back and forth, and it started to swell
even bigger. "Ewww?" Dolly said admiringly. She
cherished the feel of it getting harder in her hand. As
it grew, she noted a reddish flush under its dark
surface. She rolled the warm flesh with both hands now
and watched in fascination as it rose before her and
the foreskin pulled back. The smooth glans was darker
than the shaft. A clear drop of pre-cum seeped out.
Dolly looked up at the man, touched it with her thumb
and spread it over the cock head, turning it shiny. She
smiled questioningly, her face luminous in the soft
light from the lamp on the bedside table. The man
looked down at her and nodded. Dolly continued to play
with his cock, squeezing and rubbing it.
As she played, Tom clinched his jaw. He had seen lots
of cocks before, of course, in gym class at school and
in the locker room and the showers at his health club,
but this one was unique. The woman he loved so much,
and who, he knew, loved him as well, was about to let
it enter her body. This particular cock was going to
fill his loving wife's sweet vagina, where only his had
been before. That didn't bother him so much.
Dolly's body was hers, and she could use it as she saw
fit. He did feel somewhat inadequate, though. After
all, he had made love to Dolly thousands of times over
the years and had brought her to many joyous climaxes,
and had even given her two healthy children, but he
obviously wasn't enough for her, sexually, any more.
Tom wasn't jealous of this individual man; that, at
least, was one advantage of a gang-bang. No, Dolly
obviously didn't prefer any other man to him. It was
just that suddenly, for some reason, she needed more
sex than he could provide. His chest felt tight, as
though he wanted to cry.
The black man reached out, put his large hands up under
Dolly's pajama top and hugged her skinny ribcage. She
preened as his palms played over her round breasts, his
thumbs flicking her nipples, and shivered as his dry
palms caressed her sensitive skin. She rubbed his upper
arms and shoulders, feeling the tough muscle
underneath. She stared hard into his eyes, wondering
what he was thinking. She found herself fantasizing
about what life would be like if she and he were
married. He was well groomed and healthy, obviously a
professional who made a good income.
She wondered what he did for a living, and how he spent
his spare time. If he were her husband, how would their
friends treat him? How would his friends treat her? If
she had children by him, how would the other kids in
school react to her kids? He leaned down and kissed
her. She kissed him back, tasting his soft coppery
lips. The man lowered two fingers between her legs,
pushed her labia apart and inserted a digit, finding
her wet and ready. She groaned as the tip entered her,
and her vagina pulsed with excitement.
The man rose up and ranged his hips in front of her,
his cock fully erect now and pointing straight at
Dolly's face. She took it in her hand again, inspecting
it closely. It was nicely stiff and long, extending,
she guessed, about seven inches from the man's loins,
maybe more.
It was quite massive as well, looking to be well over
an inch and a half in diameter. She leaned forward and
tasted it, carefully licking around the head, but when
she tried to put it in her mouth, she found that it was
too big to hold comfortably. She licked down its
length, though, wetting it with her tongue. She sucked
the tip again and it seemed to grow a little larger and
stiffer. The man moaned with pleasure and took Dolly's
face in his hands, pulling her away from him. He
shifted his hands to her shoulders and pushed her upper
body back toward the bed.
Dolly leaned backward until she was reclining on her
elbows. She shifted her legs out from under her until
they straddled the man's knees and tipped her hips up,
exposing her welcoming pussy. It gleamed pink and
ready.
The stranger supported himself with one hand on the
mattress while guiding his dark member down toward her
with the other. She was forced farther and farther back
as the man's body came down on hers. She breathed in
deeply, drawing the smell of him into her lungs.
Stopping him with one hand against his chest, she
looked down as his stiff meat approached her cleft. The
dark bulb disappeared behind her pubic mound. She
spread her slim thighs wide, as the tip touched her
welcoming pussy lips and pushed them apart. "This is
it!" she thought to herself. "Now I'll find out what it
feels like to have a cock other than Tom's inside me!"
Then her mouth formed into an "O", and she sucked a
breath in as the black man's bulbous glans popped into
her, and she fell back on the bed. Tom wrote down the
time and waited.
The mass of hard meat slid quickly up her slick vagina,
expanding it as it went. She gave a little grunt when
it bottomed out against her cervix. The man didn't pull
out immediately, but remained fully inserted, pressing
large against her insides. Dolly sighed. His cock felt
very good in there, as Tom's always did. She stared at
the face of the stranger above her.
He looked down at her, and his brown eyes sparkled. She
felt a moment of disorientation, she was so used to
seeing Tom's pale face and blue eyes there, and then
she lifted a hand and touched the stranger's cheek. He
kissed her palm then pulled back out of her a little
and leaned down and kissed her warmly on the lips. She
kissed him back, then opened her mouth and licked
between his lips. He opened his mouth and let her
tongue explore the inside of his cheeks and his teeth.
He moved to kissing her cheeks and neck and moved his
hips back a little, then steadily forward again,
forcing more of himself into her than he had before.
Again she grunted, and the man looked down at her. "Is
it okay?" he whispered. She nodded, and he drew back a
little, then slid forward a third time, going even
deeper. Dolly swallowed in awe as the hot meat filled
her. His cock was considerably bigger than Tom's, and
she was having some trouble accommodating him. Little
tears welled at the corners of her eyes and she blinked
them away.
He slid back again, then pushed in strongly, until he
had finally forced his pubic bone against her clit. Now
that his cock was all the way inside, Dolly lay still.
The man rested on his elbows, his hands holding her
head. He lowered his face and kissed her forehead, then
lowered his mouth and nibbled her ear. She stretched
her body sinuously, and hugged his cock, squeezing its
base with her cunt, and rubbed her engorged clit hard
against him.
He squirmed around above her, massaging her breasts
with his chest. She felt a surge of primal sexual
pleasure and let out another sigh. This was even better
than she had hoped. The man pulled up her pajama top
and plumped and tweaked her breasts. She put her hands
behind her head in acceptance as he kissed, nipped and
suckled her tits. Then he lifted his body up with his
arms and started moving in and out of her.
As the man's muscular ass bobbed back and forth, Tom
gritted his teeth with exasperation. So, she was
actually doing it. Now he had to endure while another
man fucked his pretty wife, and he even had to watch.
Tom's view was restricted to Dolly's legs laying flat
on the sheet and the man's ebony back, ass and legs
moving between them, but he could hear the squishing
sound of the man's cock moving in and out of Dolly's
cunt and the sounds of heavy breathing and moans the
two were making. Dolly started moaning loudly with
obvious pleasure, the man was panting and grunting, and
Tom blushed with embarrassment at being present at such
an intimate moment.
Still, his face flushed as he watched the heaving
bodies. His cock stirred. The man's hard muscles flexed
under his ebony skin and a sheen of perspiration formed
on the surface. His hips moved steadily, back and
forth, as though exercising on a gym machine Tom
shifted around the table so he could see better. Dolly
was rolling her head and making little noises in her
throat. The man arched above her, his eyes staring down
at his cock.
Tom could just barely make out the dark flash of cock
meat on the backstroke, but he could hear the man's
stomach slap Dolly's lower belly as he smacked his
pubis against her clit. Tom winced. It was as though he
were watching an X rated movie. Neither his wife nor
the stranger was paying any attention to him. They were
living only for themselves, and what they were doing to
each other.
Dolly started gasping and crying out, the mattress
vibrating as her bottom bounced anxiously on it. She
raised her knees and put her feet on the man's hips,
tilting herself up. Tom recognized the signs. He bit
his lip, waiting, and, predictably, she screamed out
loud when she climaxed. The man groaned louder as
Dolly's inner muscles massaged his implanted love tool.
Tom shook his head, surprised that Dolly could have
actually cum so soon. Then he remembered that he had
brought her to climax only a short while before, so she
had probably still been turned on from that. In fact,
as he thought it over, he found he was actually pleased
for her. Dolly certainly seemed to be enjoying what was
happening, and Tom did like to make her happy. He noted
the time of her orgasm on the pad, and returned his
eyes to the bed.
Dolly rocked up on her elbows and looked down at the
shiny black cock as it continued to slide in and out of
her now-satisfied cunt. To her it was a beautiful
sight, not at all sordid or base. She had always
enjoyed having sex with Tom, and was glad to find that
she liked it as much with this other man. The person
spearing her so well had a hard attractive body.
He was years younger than she was and it made her proud
to know this handsome stranger desired her sexually.
His long cock drove strongly up into her and filled her
wonderfully full. He was sweating with effort, she was
a little glowy herself, and he was obviously trying to
add to her pleasure, moving his hips around when fully
inserted, to stimulate and tantalize her clit. His
engorged cock was very hard, like a plastic dildo or
her vibrator.
Her sensitive cunt lips grabbed at the slick sides as
they slid by. Suddenly it swelled larger, the man
stopped and shuddered, and Dolly readied herself as he
erupted his alien sperm into her. She hugged him
closely as it spurted strong and hot against her
cervix, pleasuring it like Tom's always did, but this
time excitingly foreign and mysterious.
She looked up at this welcome intruder as he gasped
above her, enjoying his passionate enthusiasm,
wondering again who he was, what his life was like. She
would never know, just as he would never know anything
about her except how she made love. Her eyes were
shining, and she felt glitteringly alive. She
scrutinized him and tried to commit this event to
memory. She caressed his back as he collapsed and lay a
few minutes on her soft and satisfied body, nuzzling
him as he kissed her face and rested his head against
her neck. "Right, baby, you're sure as hell no
dribbler," she whispered to him. He grunted, rocked
back, pulled slowly out of her and stood up.
"You're hot, Momma. You're a lucky guy, dude," he said
to Tom as he dressed, putting his shiny used penis into
his slacks, buttoned his shirt and walked out.
Dolly straightened her pajama top and with knitted
brow, looked over at Tom. Her concern was not for
herself, she had thoroughly enjoyed her first extra-
marital experience, but she was worried that her
husband might not have. Tom looked at her steadily; she
couldn't read his expression.
She was still extremely turned on though, her vagina
was anxiously anticipating another visitor, and her
nerves were singing out wonderfully. She sure didn't
want to have to stop now. Tom raised one eyebrow at his
wife questioningly. "Well?" he said. She smiled
brightly and nodded. Tom nodded back. He could give her
this if she wanted him to. He opened the door and
invited the second man in.
This man, although ethnically Japanese, was almost as
tall, but much heavier, than the black man. He looked
like a Mexican outlaw, with his slightly swarthy skin
and stiff black mustache. He nodded to them as he came
in and went to the corner of the room to take his
clothes off. As Dolly watched him undress, she recalled
being unsure of him during the interview; he was
physically so big. He pulled his knit shirt over his
head, exposing a massive chest and belly.
"He must weight 250 pounds," Dolly thought as he
dropped his slacks and exposed thick, solid legs. A
bulge in his briefs betrayed a partially erect sex
muscle. Dolly motioned him over, and he moved to stand
in front of her where she kneeled on the bed. She
reached out, grabbed the waistband of his briefs,
pulled them over the bulge, and lowered them to the
floor.
His cock was even whiter than her husband's, and a real
contrast to the black one she had just had. She lifted
it up. It was smaller than the last man's, at least so
far. She leaned down and kissed it, holding the tip
between her lips as she ran her hands down the man's
hips to his thighs. She grabbed his ass and pulled him
to her, pulling his cock into her mouth and caressing
it with her lips and tongue. The man groaned and
started breathing hard. She frigged him with her lips,
taking him deeper into her throat as she got used to
him.
Tom watched as his wife swallowed three, then four,
then five inches of hard meat. He had seen her suck his
cock, of course, but from the top it didn't look like
much. From this vantage point her talents were much
more impressive. "How can she take so much?" Tom shook
his head in wonder.
Dolly pulled back, holding the pale cock in her hand
like an ice cream cone, gave it another couple of long
licks around the rosy head, then sat there, looking the
man over, calculating. She nodded her head decisively,
rolled over and presented her round rump to him. Her
twice-fucked slit glistened wet and ready, the damp
pubic hair around it shading from light brown at the
edges to dark brown near her hole, an inviting bulls-
eye.
With a glance at Tom, who nodded, the big man crawled
up behind Dolly, ran his hands over her tight buttocks
and fitted his cock tip into her waiting labia. He
pulled on her hips and slowly probed her center. Dolly
turned her head and watched as he worked it all the way
in.
As Tom recorded the time, the man pulled out a little,
aligned himself, then whapped his haunches hard against
Dolly's bottom, pounding his cock viciously back into
her, shaking her with his lunges. She screamed with
surprise. Tom stood up, but stopped when Dolly raised
one hand while gasping with obvious pleasure.
He sat down and eyed them while the man's hard member
continued to piston in and out of his wife. He could
see this cock clearly. It gleamed with Dolly's juices
and the semen that he and the other man had injected
into her. Tom smelled the classic smell of sex. He
tried to imagine what Dolly must be feeling. Her
buttocks were spread wide, seemingly receptive. The
oriental man's hanging scrotum with its two large
dangling balls swung up hard against her clit on the
in-stroke. The globes of her ass vibrated as his loins
hit them. Dolly grunted in time with each ramming blow.
As this, her third man this evening, banged away, Dolly
moved her slim hips around, whimpering and crying out
when a particularly hard thrust found her. The man
fucked her well and tirelessly, Tom admitted, moving up
and down, back and forth, his hands rubbing Dolly's
back and asshole and reaching down to hold her breasts
as he drove his hard organ in and out.
Dolly was working hard herself, weathering the stronger
blows, engulfing the hot meat that fortunately for her
wasn't as big around as the black man's, but which felt
longer. Of course, Tom seemed to go deeper when he
fucked her doggy style, and that was sure how it felt
with this man. She spread her legs wider, opening
herself to it.
Now that she was used to it, the hard oriental cock
slid into her well-fucked cunt easily, but the size of
the man's body resulted in some substantial blows to
her bottom. She rocked back and forth as his upper
thighs attacked her round buns. Finally she braced
herself against the headboard with her hands, absorbing
some of the shock with her arms.
Tom saw her arch her back. He caught himself panting in
time with the man's strikes and his wife's moans. Tom
clinched his teeth and whimpered as Dolly clinched her
teeth and sucked in little gasps, then Tom moaned out
loud as Dolly pulled back her lips and opened her mouth
to scream as another stroke hit, and her third orgasm
of the evening filled her. Tom collapsed back in the
chair, then pulled himself up and noted the time. He
looked over at Dolly, who was gasping and crying,
trying to support herself as the man continued to pound
his meat into her.
As he watched his wife indulge in her new sex partner,
Tom found himself wondering: "What would it be like to
be able to have intercourse time after time, climaxing
again and again until you were fully satiated?" as
Dolly seemingly could. As a man, he would never know
what really continuous sex could be like, unless he
tried anal sex as the recipient.
He wondered how many times he could achieve an erection
if he had a group of pretty girls to inspire him. At
best, he probably couldn't climax more than four or
five times in a session, while Dolly seemed to have no
such physical limitations. He had heard about men who
could climax without ejaculation, and promised himself
that he would look into that possibility in the future.
Drawing out of his reverie, Tom looked up as the man
grasped Dolly's hips, pulling them hard against his
groin as he groaned and came. At first the man held
Dolly's ass tightly against him so he could deliver his
sperm as deeply as possible, but, as Tom watched, he
could see that the white foamy emission was starting to
bubble back out of Dolly's cunt, frothing out around
the man's hard, inserted cylinder, and soaking their
entangled public hairs.
The man looked down and saw what was happening, then
pulled back until his cock head was just barely
inserted. His strong pumping continued to fill Dolly's
distended vagina. When he had topped her up, he
carefully let his still-stiff cock slip slightly back
until her lips closed up around it, climbed off the
bed, dressed, and Tom let him out.
Dolly had collapsed with her shoulders slumped on the
bed, her ass still riding high. Tom and the two men had
left her vaginal chamber swampily full of hot semen, a
strange and lascivious feeling that she had never even
imagined before. The heat if it infused her lower
belly. She rolled her hips, and the mass moved around
slowly, as though it was alive in there. She flexed the
muscles of her lower body, sloshing the hot syrupy
sweetness around inside her. As she luxuriated in it,
it began to stiffen up, hardening into a foamy plug.
She pressed her hand sensuously to her belly, then
reached up between her legs and, using her fingers,
capped off her slit, sealing her opening. Still rolling
her hips, she clinched and unclenched her stomach
muscles, forcing the copious load hard against her
confining fingers, building the pressure inside her
vagina. She clenched her stomach hard again, and then
quickly removed her fingertips from her opening.
A spurt of glutinous white shot out of her, landing in
a sticky pool on the towel. She closed herself up, and
then pressed again strongly against the mass inside
her, flipping her fingers in rhythm, sending pulse
after pulse of it into the air. Breathing hard and
grunting with the effort, she continued ejaculating
until she was empty.
She rolled onto her hip, avoiding the wet spot, then
stood up and walked carefully to the bathroom. Tom
looked down at the white pool; there must have been
nearly a half a cup of semen there. Folding the soggy
towel carefully, he took it off the bed and spread a
dry one out.
He could hear the sound of tinkling, followed by a wipe
and flush, then water running and splashing. Dolly came
back in looking somewhat spaced out, her eyes half-
closed, but smiling contentedly. She sauntered over and
kissed Tom passionately on the mouth, grabbing his head
and pulling him hungrily toward her. Even after her
ablutions, he could smell the sex in the air. She
rubbed the crotch of his jeans with her hand; her
wedding ring gleamed.
She turned and walked sensuously back to the bed,
shoulders turning, hips swaying, her tight round ass
bouncing below the pajama top. She smiled at him over
her shoulder, clearly ready for more. Tom grinned in
spite of himself. It might be an act, but it was a damn
attractive one.
She lay down languidly on the bed on her side with her
slim legs slightly spread, leaning on her elbow. The
baby-dolls tented her upper body, but her cute patch of
damp and matted pubic hair, and her ready and waiting
shining slit, beckoned for attention. She nodded. Tom
went to the door and called to the third man.
This man was shorter and younger than Tom, but built
stronger. He was very handsome, reminding Tom of James
Dean. "Hi, guys," he said informally. He eagerly
stripped off his shirt, undershirt and jeans; he wore
no underpants, and jumped onto the bed, smiling with
anticipation. Unlike the other two men, he was already
fully erect, his hard cock sticking out stiffly from
his fuzzy brown bush.
Dolly looked at his compact muscular body with
admiration. "Isn't he beautiful?" she asked Tom as she
ran her hands over the boy's wide shoulders, down his
hairy chest to his hard stomach, her fingers touching
his tight abs, then eagerly down through his curly
public hair. She squeezed his hard cock, hugging it.
"And he's certainly ready!" The boy looked at her like
a puppy, practically panting with anticipation. "Is
this your first gang-bang?" she asked. He nodded.
"I'm glad I didn't have to wait any longer," he said,
happily.
The boy leaned over, put his hand on Dolly's cheek and
kissed her on the lips, then lowered his head and
lifted her pajama and kissed her nipples. He continued
a while, nipping and sucking her tits, as she held his
head to her breasts. He lifted his face and kissed her,
while she rubbed his strong shoulders and back, then
she rolled him onto his back, his hard root rampant and
challenging. Dolly smiled with anticipation. She felt
complimented by the boy and eager to please him. She
crawled over next to him, took his tool in her mouth,
and sucked it rapidly. The boy arched his back.
"Don't!" he pleaded. She raised her face and smiled
down at him. She rose up on her knees, and he helped
her climb on top.
After she had stroked the underside of his eager member
with her vulva, wetting and stiffening it even more, he
held it steady while Dolly ranged herself up and
lowered herself cautiously down. She felt the head
enter her and stopped momentarily, letting the kid
align it a bit before she lowered herself further. Tom
watched it disappear into her. Again his cock stirred.
He could almost feel Dolly's sweet muscles caress his
hard rod.
When the young man's cock had disappeared completely,
and all Tom could see were two hairy, swollen red balls
below his wife's ass crack, Dolly sat still for a
while, moving her clit against the man's pubic bone,
feeling him fill her. Then she slowly lifted and
lowered on him, rising higher and moving faster as she
went. Her body sang out with pleasure, savoring every
inch. She tipped her head back, stretching her long
neck. Tom glanced up from watching the man's hard organ
invade his wife's cunt and saw her smile.
Dolly and Tom fucked like this often, and he recalled
the delicious slippery feel of her vagina caressing his
vertical tool. She started bouncing up and down on the
kid's stiff pole, zealously working it. Tom watched it
disappear and reappear again and again between the two
globes of her tight ass as her legs rocked away. She
lowered a hand down and put two fingers around the base
of the kid's hard spike, holding them there when she
came back down, manipulating her clit while at the same
time exciting her partner.
"Oh, yeah," the boy groaned. Tom envied him, and
thought again about what constant sex would be like.
Maybe that was what souls did in heaven?
Dolly came down solidly against the boy and moved her
hands to her hips. Tom saw her ass rotate and knew she
was starting to work on the boy's cock with the belly-
dancing moves she had learned in a class she a taken a
few years before. He envied the lucky kid. Dolly really
knew how to make an implanted love tool feel great. He
recalled the rolling caresses she delivered to his
erection during what she lovingly called her "final
exam."
Suddenly the boy cried out loudly and came, and, as Tom
watched, Dolly came too. Tom could just make out the
pulsations of her puffy cunt lips when she rose up, and
the pulsations of the boy's cock as Dolly's fingers
wrung them into her, as she often did with him.
Tom counted over twelve strong pulses from the boy's
cock, but mainly he could tell that climaxes were
occurring because the boy and Dolly were screaming and
moaning uncontrollably as they came. Dolly squirmed and
bounced and rode the young stallion until she was
exhausted. She collapsed back down and sat still a long
time, leaning on her hands and panting, waiting as the
hardness in her subsided. Then she lifted her hips and
let the boy's flaccid instrument fall out. Tom sighed.
He had been holding his breath. Dolly swung her leg
over the boy's hips and sat on the edge of the bed,
panting, while the boy got up, dressed and left.
Dolly sat unmoving, her eyes closed. Her love for Tom
sang through her. He was actually helping her do this!
Her sex nerves still sent thrills of pleasure all over
her small body. She was so grateful to Tom for these
feelings he was allowing her to experience, that it was
like he was making love to her in the form of the other
men. It was a special high all by itself. She looked up
at her husband, smiled, and nodded toward the door.
Tom smiled himself. He had been scared that he would
feel jealous or anger about his wife's infidelity. What
he actually found was pleasure. He was truly enjoying
watching Dolly share herself with other men. For one
thing, he felt less stress about his own ability to
perform, since she could always go to someone else. But
even more, there was something really exciting, even
tantalizing, about her offering herself so eagerly. Her
enthusiasm was contagious. He had never felt so jazzed
before. He went to the door and motioned for the fourth
man.
This man undressed slowly and deliberately, neatly
folding his clothes instead of letting them fall on the
floor as the others had done. Dolly watched him with
interest. He was skinny and somewhat older than the
others. There were wrinkles around his eyes and gray in
his hair. He had a little potbelly and gray hairs
peppered his chest. His smallish penis hung limply
between thin legs. He nodded to Tom as he sat down
beside Dolly. He turned to her and said, "You are a
very pretty woman," and gently put a bony hand on her
thigh.
"Thanks, I'm glad you think so."
"And I want to thank you for what you're doing."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, well let's face it, I could never have been
able to have sex with someone as nice as you under
other circumstances."
"How about a prostitute?"
"That I could never do, I'm afraid. I could never do
anything to support that lifestyle. Those poor women?"
"You'd be surprised," Dolly replied quickly. "But
you're willing to have sex with me?"
"Yes," he replied, looking over at Tom. "Why not?"
"No reason." She leaned back and spread her legs to
him, smiling, wondering what he would be like. He
seemed so old and hung up. But he lifted her top and
gazed excitedly at her firm breasts. He felt them
gratefully and took one nipple in his mouth. Sally
leaned back as he suckled and rocked him in her arms.
He moved to the other nipple and kissed, sucked and
suckled that one until it was hard. Dolly shivered and
preened as he made love to her full, bouncy boobies.
He grabbed one of the pillows from behind her, plumped
it and guided it under her hips. She reclined back, her
hips now higher than her head. Her pajama top fell down
toward her shoulders, exposing her stimulated breasts.
She seemed to be offering herself to this man. She
looked up at him as he lowered his face to her cunt. He
buried his nose in her folds, and ran his tongue around
her tissues and flicked her clit. She got excited; he
was really good.
She wondered where he had learned so much. He sucked
gently, and she found her body rising to the occasion.
As he licked and loved her, she shouted out loudly and
came in his mouth. He licked up her liquids and kept
after her clit. She continued to come, pulsing as he
ministered to her. "Wow!" she thought to herself
through the haze as she rolled and squirmed on the bed,
"I'm going to have to teach Tom how to do this." Tom
noted the time; this was her fifth orgasm.
When she finished, the man rubbed his face on her muff,
then rose up, moved up to her and stroked his floppy
penis up and down her wet slit. As it stiffened and
caught her clitoris, Dolly smiled. When he was hard, he
pushed into her easily, and then remained fully
inserted while he moved his hips, reaching down and
massaging her clit some more as he fucked her.
She grinned and moved her hips against him, obviously
pleased with his technique. Tom saw her yawn and
thought that maybe she was getting tired, but she
ground her hips even harder as the man began to move
horizontally back and forth, fucking her deeply. He
bounced against her harder and made her belly and
breasts jiggle when he hit.
Dolly spread her legs wider for him, obviously enjoying
herself. His erection wasn't as big as the earlier
men's were, but Dolly didn't mind. As he reamed her
with his male meat, she welcomed him by raising her
legs and hooking them over his shoulders. He rubbed her
firm thighs and reached down to spread the globes of
her ass so he could get deeper. Dolly was relieved that
she all she had to do was just accept him, and relax.
He was talking to her, telling her how great she made
him feel, and she was gratified that she could make him
happy while enjoying herself so much. It occurred to
her that the whole idea of the harem that she had
learned about in her belly dancing class should be
reversed. What the world really needed was to allow
women to have multiple husbands. She was sure she could
keep three or four men satisfied full time, and the
extra incomes would certainly result in a rich
lifestyle.
The man started moving faster, and Dolly felt his
climax build inside her. The emotion welled in her
chest and she felt great joy. He yelled out, spraying
her strongly. The man continued to pound her eagerly,
even as he was still cumming. He pulled out pretty
quickly, picked up his clothing and went to the
bathroom to wash. He came out fully clothed, went over
and kissed Dolly on the cheek and shook Tom's hand as
he left.
Tom walked back over to where Dolly still lay arched
over the pillow and dropped his pants.
His hard cock stuck out stiff and horizontal. "Now,
that's something I can get around," she said. Dolly
rolled up, sat on the edge of the bed, kissed it and
took it in her mouth, sucking and lapping it with her
tongue. She leaned back, hooked her feet on the bed
rail and spread her knees, and Tom stepped toward her,
his cock slipping into her well-fucked cunt with no
effort on either's part. Still standing beside the bed,
he started fucking his wife, diving down into her
depths while kissing her face and rubbing her body with
his cheek. She held his head in her arms and curled a
lock of hair around her finger.
He lowered his head to her breasts, lifted her pajamas
and suckled first one nipple, and then the other as his
hips pounded into her. She kissed his hair and leaned
back as a light and fluttery climax suffused her. Tom
felt her grab his cock deep inside, very pleased that
he made her cum.
As far as Tom could tell, Dolly didn't feel any
different inside than she normally did, even after
having had sex six times. Her insides were warm and
very slick, of course, but her vaginal tube was still
slim and tight, firm and caressing around his cock.
The other men had left her brimming, and their semen
gushed out onto his balls, but the delicious squeezing
ability of her internal organs was unimpaired. He moved
more quickly, breathing hard and cumming very soon
after, adding his donation of sperm to the mixture she
had been collecting all evening. After he pulled out,
Dolly sighed and sat up, and kissed and licked his
penis until it was clean.
"Are you OK, honey?" he whispered as Dolly lay back on
the bed, while he buckled his belt and zipped his fly.
He walked over and wrote down the last times.
"I'm very OK. This is everything I hoped it would be,
and more. How about you?"
"I'm feeling pretty good. In fact..." He gestured
toward his still hard cock. She laughed, God, she loved
him, and then she helped him change the towel.
While Dolly went to the bathroom, Tom went to the
bedroom door. He looked out to find that the last man
had let in the four additional that had been scheduled
for the second hour. Tom called two of them in and
asked them to undress. Dolly returned and saw the two
naked men with Tom. Her eyes went wide, wondering. What
was going on? Just what did Tom have in mind for her?
Her husband led her over to where they were standing.
They were both a little overweight, and there were
rolls of fat above their cocks. Dolly grabbed their two
cocks, one in each hand, and, looking to make sure Tom
was watching, started stroking them. As they hardened,
she fell to her knees licking and sucking on them
alternately. She giggled, working on each in turn,
having an excellent time, until they got big and hard.
When they had stiffened, Tom motioned her to stop.
He looked at her kneeling on the floor, one cock in
each hand and a big smile on her face. Her body looked
so small between the large male bodies. Each man
probably weighed twice what she weighed. Their legs
were as big around as her narrow waist. If she stood
up, she would barely reach their chests. But Dolly
didn't look the least bit worried. She held the two
cocks proudly. They were stiff and long. Tom couldn't
imagine how her small body could have room for them.
Well, it had already performed some marvelous tasks,
and most likely it would do so again.
He had her get on the bed on her hands and knees, her
feet hooked over the edge of the mattress, then he
spread her knees apart until her round smooth ass was
stretched wide, her well-worked labia puffed, her
vaginal opening ready and waiting. He had the more
erect of the two step up behind her, insert his cock
and begin banging away. Tom recorded the time, and then
had the other man get on the bed, and present his cock
to Dolly's face. She took it into her mouth and
continued her earlier efforts, using her tongue to
control the depth so she didn't choke.
As Tom watched, Dolly moved amorously between the two
men, her fine body resplendent, her bottom being
pounded by one man's hairy cock and her mouth being
thoroughly invaded by the other man's rosy erection.
Her skin shimmered, drops of perspiration covering it.
She rolled her ass around and moved her head, sucking
on the two cocks with her two mouths, coaxing them to
cum. Although the man behind her tried to hold back,
and actually managed to avoid cumming a couple of times
by sheer force of will, Dolly kept enticing him until
he couldn't hold it any longer.
He finally erupted, but, at Tom's command, kept moving
in and out of Dolly as he did. Tom even counted for
him, snapping his fingers in time, so that he could
keep the same rhythm he had used while fucking as he
ejaculated. Tom had the second man get off the bed and
quickly led him to position behind his wife. When the
first man had finished, even though he was still hard,
Tom made him step away and the other man quickly took
his place, starting to fuck
Dolly immediately, with nary a break in the rhythm.
Dolly started galloping now, moving back and responding
ardently to the second cock she had prepared so well.
She had been really turned-on when the first man
climaxed without stopping his fuck. Having a second
cock instantly replace the first was enormously erotic.
The last few loads of semen were being pushed hard
against her womb, and she imagined them being forced
through her cervical opening by the hydraulic pressure
of the second man's hard rammer. His thighs pounded her
buns, his balls pounded her clit, and she bit her lip
and came with a scream. Tom walked to the table and
wrote, then returned to the bed. He and the first man
watched as Dolly eventually received another injection
of foreign sperm to augment what she had already
absorbed. Tom checked his watch. She had been fucking
continuously for over 25 minutes.
After they had dressed, Tom let the two men out and
called in the next man. Dolly was panting, her face
flushed and sweat running down her temples. She stayed
on her hands and knees, looking up at them. As the man
undressed, Tom went over to her and touched her hip.
She collapsed on her side onto the bed, still breathing
hard. Tom leaned down and kissed her, then looked up at
the now-naked stranger. Tom took Dolly's upper knee and
pulled it aside, then took her other knee and forced
her legs very wide apart, exposing her glistening pink
genitalia and stretching her open. He stepped back, and
adjusted the pillows so she was comfortable and well-
supported. The new man nodded to Tom, and looked up at
him rather than down at Dolly as he climbed on top of
her limp body, his small penis nestling in her sopping
wet vulva. He stirred it back and forth as it grew
larger, and, when it was engorged, he lifted his hips
and fed it into her.
She shook her head side to side as it went in, trying
to talk, but nothing came out. Then she lay quietly.
Tom wrote down the time. The new man fucked her gently,
rotating his hips and moving smoothly in and out. He
murmured into her ear as he took her. She raised her
arms to hug him, but barely had the strength. After a
few minutes, he arched his back and came strongly.
Dolly dug her fingers weakly into his ass as he filled
her, but Tom got no indication of her climaxing.
As that man left, the next walked in. He looked first
at Tom, then over at Dolly, who was lolling on the bed,
barely able to move. He and Tom stood together, as
Dolly curled up on her side and apparently fell asleep.
The man raised an eyebrow, but Tom shrugged and
gestured to the bed.
The man took his clothing off, settled his bare body in
behind Dolly's, pulled the sheet over them, and claimed
her exhausted cunt by fingering his erection into her
from the rear. She moved a little as he entered, and
cuddled back against him. He started thrusting slowly
into her, then moved his upper body away, sliding his
hips back and forth on the towel. His fingers played
down Dolly's back, and they touched and toyed with her
asshole.
Tom watched them move under the sheet and found he was
getting stiff again. The man finally popped off inside
Dolly, puffing and grimacing. Tom watched carefully,
but saw no response from his wife. After he had
finished and the man sat up, Tom dropped his own pants
and rolled Dolly over, face down, on the bed.
As the man dressed and watched, Tom proceeded to skewer
his wife's cunt with his own stiff meat, lying heavily
on her prone body, his cock tip scribing the front of
her internal cavity. She groaned under him. As the
stranger looked at them, Tom pressed down and pushed
hard. His cock swam around in the hot liquid that
filled her. He had to work a long time before he
finally felt Dolly cum. He himself spurted into her
feebly, no jism left. The man clapped his hands in
applause and exited the room.
Tom pulled back. Dolly lay like a dead person on the
bed. He spread the sheet over her, and she moved her
head to a more comfortable position on the pillow.
Tom checked his watch. She had been going strong for
almost two hours. The next group would be arriving
shortly, if he didn't leave the message at the
answering service that they were not to give out the
address. He thought of calling, but decided to wait and
see how Dolly felt after she had had a nap. This was
her show, after all.
After writing on the pad, Tom went into the bathroom to
pee, then walked out to the kitchenette and got a drink
of water. His cock was sore, and he wondered how Dolly
felt. She was obviously physically sapped. Her sexual
energy had to be ebbing after so many climaxes, and
there may have been some pain involved in the more
vigorous fucking she had done, and maybe even due the
muscular spasms of all the climaxes she had had. She
had been fucked eleven times and had climaxed seven.
Wasn't that enough?
'What is it she's trying to prove?' he thought as he
walked back into the bedroom. Dolly was still lying on
her stomach, apparently sound asleep. Tom pushed her
legs apart and examined her cunt. It was swollen and
lax, and runnels of bubbly white semen seeped out
between the folds. He put two fingers into her and
spread them apart.
They slipped in easily, and the tips opened the soft
and limp inner tissues widely. Dolly didn't move. Tom
felt around inside her some more, slipping three, then
four fingers in, testing, and then walked back to the
living room, thoughtfully licking his fingers. When the
doorbell rang he opened it, letting the next four men
in. He picked the two biggest of them to go with him to
the bedroom. As they undressed he explained what he
wanted them to do.
He had the larger one lay down on the bed on his back,
rubbing his cock so that it would get hard. Tom and the
other man adjusted Dolly's slack body on top of him
until she was lying with her legs spread, her opening
just above the man's now-hard cock. Then Tom had the
second man lie down on top of her.
He positioned their two cocks together; one on top of
the other, then, with Tom holding the sides of their
cocks to keep them aligned, the men shifted Dolly
slowly down between them until their tips were at the
entrance to her passage. Tom reached out with his
fingers and spread her slit apart, and guided both
cocks until they were just started in. Then he grabbed
Dolly's spread thighs and pulled her down further,
carefully, until a few inches of both cocks were up
inside her. They were about the same length and
diameter.
Tom and the two men were working her down some more
when, suddenly, Dolly made a noise and opened her eyes.
Tom held her thighs tightly so she wouldn't jump away.
She stared down in alarm at the man beneath her and
turned her head, looking up at the man lying on top.
She looked around anxiously, finally looking down and
spotting Tom.
He nodded his head encouragingly at her, and drew his
hands down, pulling at her thighs. She resisted at
first, but when he wouldn't let her loose, and kept
coaxing her, she grit her teeth and, with a grunt,
pushed her hands against the sheet and rocked her body
down, moaning, impaling herself further on the two hard
cocks. The man on top raised himself up to give her
more room.
The man below her started hungrily kissing her nipples,
exposed now since her pajama top was all bunched up
about her shoulders. She started to slowly oscillate
back and forth, moving just an inch or two, careful to
not let either man slip out. The man on top buried his
face in her hair.
As she continued to rock, her vagina expanded some more
until she got almost all of them in. She rotated her
hips, clinched her muscles and squeezed at their cocks.
At the request of the man on top, Tom came over and
gently fingered his balls. His scrotum rose up. The man
on the bottom was breathing hard. Dolly, sandwiched
between the two men, was breathing hard herself.
She spread her legs wider and pushed down harder. The
upper man's pubic hair tickled her asshole while her
clitoris was pinched by the pubic bone of the man
below. Her vagina was stretched to the limit. That was
it. She held them all.
Tom again brushed the balls of the man on top. His
scrotum was tight and round now, as was the one of the
man below. Dolly rotated her hips one more time, a look
of mute panic in her eyes, biting her lower lip. With a
cry, the man on top began to cum, as, at the first
pulse, did the man below.
Dolly groaned as the double consignment of strange
semen exploded into her stretched vaginal cavity. She
strained between them, and then came herself,
violently, throbingly, clutching the two cocks
spasmodically, jerking and squirming between the hot
bodies as though trapped and trying to escape, her
hands gripping and ringing at the wrinkled sheet. Her
eyes closed and tears ran down her face. Tom noted the
time and continued to watch her as the men filled her.
They couldn't move so they just stayed still.
When both men were done, Dolly levered herself out from
between them, sobbing. She staggered into the bathroom,
and Tom heard the toilet seat fall. He could also hear
crying. Tom came into the bathroom and put his hands on
his wife's shoulders. She sobbed even more strongly.
"What's wrong, honey?"
She couldn't talk. Finally she forced some words out.
"What... Why did you...? What do you think I am?"
"What do you mean? Those guys didn't hurt you did they?
I thought you would enjoy it. It's not every woman who
gets to handle two guys at once."
"I feel like such a slut! I... It's... it's like they
pissed inside of me! Am I nothing but a bag of flesh
for men to spurt bodily fluids into? What won't I do
next?"
"But honey, you came! I know you did. You got pleasure
from it, I saw you. That's the purpose of tonight. Take
the pleasure when you can. Come on, now, you'll feel
better after you've cleaned up." With a kiss to her
forehead, Tom left to fix the bed.
She looked down between her legs, tears still running
down her cheeks. Her cunt was sagged and gaping. She
felt as though her insides had been pushed around. She
sat and panted, her forearms on her knees. Her legs
spread as she tried to cool her hot cunt. Sullenly, she
took a cold washcloth and put it between her legs.
The cool moisture soothed and tightened her distended
tissues. She shivered at they thought of what she had
just done. She sat on the toilet, letting the semen
seep out of her, as she laved her legs and hips.
Slowly, she began to feel better. She stood up and,
walking carefully, as she really was quite sore,
returned to the bedroom. She threw her wrinkled pajama
top into the corner and donned the fresh one.
Immediately she felt even better, but was still a
little disgusted. Tom finished smoothing out another
towel.
"Had enough?"
Dolly looked up at him and swallowed, then shook her
head. "No, I don't want to end with that." She looked
toward the bed with distain. Tom couldn't understand
what was bothering her, but he knew he had gone too
far. He had made a serious mistake. He shouldn't have
taken over. He was not in charge here.
He went to the door and gestured to the next man,
thinking to himself that this was becoming routine. The
man came in and started undressing. Dolly stood eyeing
him, then sat down on the bed and spread her legs to
his gaze. She bravely licked her finger and lowered it
to her weary clit, massaging it while he undressed. As
she touched it, she winced.
"I can imagine," the man said. He walked over, bent
down and buried his face between her spread legs. She
looked up at Tom and laughed out loud as the man's
tongue touched her tender tissues. Tom licked his own
lips, making Dolly laugh again. She continued to giggle
as the man performed an excellent session of eating
pussy.
Finally, she lifted his head, and the man wiped his
mouth on her muff. His erection obvious, he climbed up
her body. She tried to sidle away from him, still
giggling, as though his swaying club were menacing her.
He reached for her ankles, caught them and pulled her
back toward him, spreading her legs wide, then dropped
his hips down, pinning her with his cock. She whooped
as he filled her. They laughed together face-to-face,
as she lay spread eagled on the mattress.
With a grin he moved his shoulders up. She raised up on
her arms to get a better view and saw that he was so
long that, even though she was fully filled, a couple
of inches of his cock still remained uninserted. She
grabbed his hips and pulled them up close to her,
stretching her vagina but engulfing him completely. She
hugged the sides of his body with her legs and rubbed
his shoulders with her hands.
He tipped her back horizontal and started to slide in
and out. Tom looked over at his dancing ass and yawned.
Dolly saw him, giggled and crossed her legs behind the
man's back. She held him to her as he rocked back and
forth, his cock delving into her, stretching her vagina
like a rubber band. His pubic bone rubbed her clit and
her emotion climbed. She lifted her knees, and, as the
man held himself tight against her, they both came,
Dolly laughing with real pleasure. Tom had to help the
man off; he was so wiped out by his climax. He
staggered as he dressed and wobbled out.
"One left."
"Send him in. I've got my second wind." Tom opened the
door and welcomed the last man. They shook hands. Dolly
had laid herself back down on the towel, her legs
spread, her knees up. She rubbed her inner thighs and
ass sensuously, cooing up at him. This man undressed
quickly and jumped between her knees. She grabbed his
penis and milked it as he loomed above her until it was
hard.
Then she pulled it down toward her vagina, guiding its
tip into her and threading the rest of the length in to
follow. She lay back and put her hands behind her head.
The man started banging away at her. She felt him slide
high up, and she climaxed almost immediately,
surprising herself by her response. Tom made a note,
this was number ten. The man bucked against her a few
more times and came himself. His groans as frenzied as
his lovemaking had been.
When he left, Tom checked his watch. "Almost nine. Want
to call it a night?"
"I can do some more."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Aren't you sore?"
"Somewhat, but not enough to quit." Tom was glad that
her unhappiness had disappeared. He brought her a glass
of water. The doorbell rang. He went to the living room
and let in the next group. One of the men mentioned
that he'd been expecting the cancellation and
complimented him on his wife's stamina.
He led the first one in. Dolly was sitting demurely
with her legs tucked under her, her pretty face
beaming. The man undressed quickly. She rose up on her
knees and, when he joined her on the bed, she playfully
pushed him onto his back. Taking his limp penis into
her mouth, she sucked him erect. She held him still
while she viewed her handiwork, then she threw a leg
over his hips and mounted him.
She cried out when his cock head forced itself through
her tender tissues, but, as he pressed on up into her,
she relaxed and started in working on him, moving
carefully. She spent much time sitting, trying to grasp
him deep inside. He gazed up at her, sometimes running
his hands over her hips, sometimes feeling her perky
breasts. She caressed him back. Tom felt a stab of
jealously. He was glad she was enjoying herself, but
she seemed to be enjoying this guy way too much.
Dolly had again forgotten her husband was there. She
agitated her sex up and down on the man's bulging bat,
the prior sperm drying and cracking on her inner
thighs. The man groaned with effort, but, each time she
thought he was going to ejaculate, he grabbed her hips
and stopped her from moving until he calmed down.
Finally, when he couldn't hold it any longer, he burst
forth inside her, and she came herself, an eleventh
time. Afterwards, Dolly started to climb off, but the
man immobilized her hips with his hands and held her to
him. She looked down at him in some alarm. Tom got
ready to intervene, but Dolly raised a hand at him.
Something strange was happening! The man wasn't getting
soft!
Dolly felt his cock move even higher in her. Instead of
shrinking, it seemed to be growing! She waited, then
gulped and followed his lead as he raised and lowered
her on his enlarged staff. She rode him easily,
greedily taking the pleasure he was offering a second
time, until he came just as strongly as before. She
didn't come, but she felt very good to feel him
pounding within her. When he finished, she looked down
at him questioningly and bit her lip, not knowing what
to expect, but he didn't stay hard much longer. She
climbed off of him and went to the bathroom again, to
apply a cool compress to her cunt.
When she returned, Tom said, "I'll ask the rest to go,
if you want."
"No, it's all right. Send in at least one more." Tom
shook his head, but walked to the door and called the
next man in. Dolly stood as he entered. As he
undressed, she inventoried herself. Her muscles were
nicely exercised, and physically she could continue,
but her cunt was sore and her insides felt numb. She
knew she would have more trouble climaxing as the night
wore on.
She was still excited by the fact that she was naked
with a strange man, though. The chance to look at, play
and experiment with unfamiliar bodies and hard penises
still excited her. She couldn't really explain why. She
knew that she was doing something rather dangerous, on
a lot of levels, and she also know that she would
probably only do it this once. "Well, then," she
thought, "I'll just have to get as much out of it as I
can."
The man walked toward her. She looked down at his
hardening cock, then down at her sore cunt while her
forehead knit in worry. Finally, she stepped toward him
and lifted his dick, rolling it with her fingers. When
he was fully rigid, she climbed up onto a chair and
beckoned him over. She put both hands behind his neck
and had him lift her thighs up with his forearms.
With the back of her knees lodged firmly in the crook
of his elbows, she lowered her bottom. The man held her
easily, but couldn't reach his cock to guide it in, so
she asked Tom to put his cock head on her cleft and
start it into her, which he did. She took a breath and
said the word "Yes!" loudly and drove herself hard down
onto him, burying him in her.
Tom watched as they moved around the room, Dolly
swinging herself carefully back and forth on the man's
cock. She cried out with pain when she moved too fast
or too roughly. Before long the man got tired and
carried her over and pressed her back against the wall.
He then proceeded to give Dolly a good solid fucking.
She whined some as he penetrated her deeply pressing
her back against the wall, but held on bravely until he
was done. He pulled out; leaving her slumped on the
floor, and got dressed as Tom called the third man in.
Dolly didn't move. When the man was naked, he asked Tom
what he should do. The two of them walked over to
Dolly. They moved her until she was lying on her back
on the rug. Tom raised her feet into the air. He spread
her legs wide apart. The man dropped to his knees
between them and lay down on her. He got into Dolly
quickly, taking her as she lay, legs spread and cunt
frothy. He bore down into her, smacking his pubis on
hers. She grimaced in pain as he pinched the tender
folds of her sex between them. He came strongly inside
her, and somehow she herself came again. Number twelve.
Dolly fell asleep. When she awoke, she rolled over to
see Tom talking with the last man. Tom was explaining
something to him, and he was nodding while taking his
clothes off. He walked over to her and gently helped
her until she rested on her hands and knees. The man
slipped first one and then two fingers into her
overflowing snatch, then slid them, one after the
other, into her anus. She looked up at Tom, who
shrugged.
The last man's hard phallus touched her slickly
prepared anal opening, and, pressing strongly, forced
itself in. She closed her eyes and gasped as he
distended her. He held still for a second then started
thrusting in short little jerks. He worked her asshole
like the other men had worked her cunt. After her
asshole had dilated around him, he began to stroke more
deeply.
She looked up at Tom, and then her mouth dropped open!
Tom had a raging hard-on! It was sticking out of his
fly and he was stroking it lovingly. Dolly looked back
at the man sodomizing her. She had him stop moving, and
then the two of them dropped down onto the rug. She
carefully rolled over until she was lying on top of
him, face up. She had him put his legs between hers,
then spread hers wide, opening herself as far as she
could go.
She waved Tom over. He dropped his pants and lay down
on her. He pushed his cock into her cunt and carefully
started pumping away. After about 5 minutes, Dolly
stopped her husband, and rolled back onto her side,
both cocks still tightly in her. She rolled over onto
Tom. Sandwiched between the two of them, she
alternately let the man on top stroke into her and then
stay tight inside while she stroked her husband below.
Her ardor grew.
The two cocks provided entirely different sexual
feelings. Tom's felt hot and hard in her vagina. His
pubic bone rubbed against her clit when she moved on
him. The cock in her ass stretched her butt hole wide,
but she couldn't feel it inside. When it stroked her
she just felt satisfied, entirely satisfied. The man
was lasting a long time. So was Dolly. She felt like
she could do this forever.
Finally the man couldn't hold it any more. He pushed
all the way into her and came warmly.
She felt his pulses, pressed her clit hard against her
husband and came a final time.
The man pulled slowly out of her ass and walked into
the bathroom. Tom hugged her to him. They remained
lying on the floor. The man came out dressed and
reached down to shake Tom's and Dolly's hands before
walking out. Dolly looked at Tom.
"Did you?"
"Yeah, I called before the last guy came in. You looked
pretty played out."
"Thanks. I peaked at about twelve, I think. Of course,"
she looked down at him mischievously, "if I'd done more
like the last one, who knows how far I could have
gone?" He shook his head. They lay there until Tom
finally pulled out, still stiff. He dragged the towel
off the bed, undressed, shut out the light while Dolly
crawled in to bed. She cuddled up against his warm
body. "How many in all?" she asked. Tom got out of the
bed and retrieved the pad, turning on the reading
light.
"It's a little mixed up, actually. Let's see, according
to my count you had sex twenty one times with seventeen
men, counting me. That is, if you count the guy who
climaxed twice as having sex two times and my fucking
you but not coming as one."
"Oh, I've got to give you both full credit. Now, where
the hell did you get the idea of having me take on two
guys at the same time?"
"From you. You said you wanted to experience things you
never had done before. I hope they didn't hurt you."
"It felt like having a baby in reverse. But I have to
admit that having those two cocks in me really brought
me back to life when they both started pumping!
Unfortunately, when I woke up like that between them,
it was like I didn't know them; that I was just a thing
for them to use. Well, no harm done, I guess. OK, so
getting fucked twenty times is certainly reasonable for
my heroine. How many climaxes?"
"Thirteen, I think. Lucky thirteen."
"Wow. No wonder I'm exhausted. Not bad for a thirty-
three-year-old wife and mother of two though. No wonder
my insides feel dead. How do you feel about it now?"
"It was erotic, I admit. I certainly got excited
watching you get fucked and seeing you enjoy it so
much. Why, do you want to do it again?"
"God, no. It was OK this once, but it wouldn't be as
interesting a second time. You're all the man I need."
"I'm glad, because I love having you for myself." Dolly
snuggled into the crook of Tom's arm.
As he looked down at her she yawned, shut her eyes and
fell sound asleep.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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