Chapter 3
Castaine's head shot up like a rocket from his wife's dripping puss. There was shock in his eyes as he gaped at the Hammersmiths, but his ability to react quickly to extraordinary developments enable him to bring his shock under control in a matter of moments.
"Good evening, Arthur ... Rosalie," he said brightly. "Nice of you to drop in on us." He looked down at Kitty's face. "Aren't they the most neighborly folks you ever heard of, kitten?" he gushed.
"I want to be fucked, Mark!" Kitty groaned. "Oh, I want it! I want meat! Somebody help me!"
Hammersmith uncunted his aching erection and sat back on his calves. Lord! What could he say? "We were just out for a walk when ... when ..."
"Y-yeah, and ... and ... we just felt it was too hot to wear-" Rosalie tried.
Castaine had to laugh at their confusion. He had figured out just what they'd been doing; and the outcome of their eavesdropping now struck him as outrageously funny.
"Please, Mark! Somebody! I need it bad!" Kitty groaned, even louder.
Hammersmith gazed openly at Kitty. He felt so relieved that his boss was taking the unseemly interruption with good humor that he found himself blurting, "I wouldn't mind taking care of her problem for her ..."
"Arthur!" Rosalie squawked at her husband, and rolled over and frowned her anger up at him.
"Aw, honey, I was only making a crude joke ... just talking the way men talk."
"But you would like to fuck this hot little kitten of mine, wouldn't you?" Castaine asked, his eyes narrowed and steady. "Be honest, Hammersmith."
"He certainly would not!" Rosalie shouted.
Castaine turned his eyes on her and treated her to his most charming smile. "I know I'd like to get this big hard thing of mine up you ... sweetheart."
"Hey, now ..." Hammersmith started to protest.
"like you said ... just talking the way men talk," Castaine said quickly, still smiling.
"Yeah, well, I don't know that I like you making remarks like that to my wife."
"Aw, come off it, Arthur. You made the same sort of remark about my wife only a moment ago."
"You know damn well I was joking!" Hammersmith said sharply. "I sure as hell wasn't as blunt and suggestive as you were."
"I don't see that how blunt you were has anything to do with it. Or how suggestive, whatever you mean by that. And just what kind of bull are you trying to feed when you claim you were joking?"
Hammersmith's face started to redden as he felt anger surging within him. "I was joking!" he growled. "For Chrissake, you can't tell me-"
"Would you like to fuck Kitty?" Castaine demanded.
"Just because of a silly crack-"
"Would you?" Castaine pressed.
Flustered, and beginning to feel cornered, Hammersmith looked down at Rosalie to see how she was reacting to Castaine's persistent inquiry.
"Or don't you feel you're capable of answering without your wife's help ... and permission?" Castaine asked.
He glanced at his wife's face for a moment and asked, "You'd like him to fuck you, wouldn't you, Kitten?"
"Yes! Anybody!"
"Well?" Castaine pressed, his eyes immediately back on Hammersmith.
"Goddman you, yes! Yes, I'd like to fuck her! Are you satisfied?"
"Arthur!" Rosalie squawked again.
"Then climb onto her and push it in," Castaine told Hammersmith, " ... and I'll keep your wife company while you show us all what kind of man you are."
But Castaine watched Hammersmith and Kitty for only a few moments; he knew he could find a far more interesting way to occupy himself than finding out what kind of man Hammersmith was. What he cared about was the kind of man he himself was-and that was something he didn't need to find out.
He turned to Rosalie, and he saw that she was still watching her husband and Kitty. It didn't surprise him to see that her look of anger had been replaced entirely by one of undisguised and very strong interest.
Rosalie blushed when she realized that Castaine was staring at her. She looked up at him, and her blush deepened as she saw that his gaze held much more than simple curiosity.
Castaine stood up and came around Kitty and Hammersmith, who were already furiously slamming their pelvises together. "There's something almost girlish about you, blushing like that," he told Rosalie as he settled onto his calves near her head. "It's very attractive."
"It's because it's so outrageous and...and disgusting," Rosalie stammered, sitting up beside Castaine. "I know I shouldn't look . .."
"Why not? It gives you a thrill to look, doesn't it?"
"You have no cause to say that!"
"I bet it makes you hornier than anything ... even hornier than you were when your husband was fucking you. I bet it makes your pussy tingle and throb so much you can hardly stand it."
Rosalie started to protest again, but Castaine cut her off. "Admit it, Rosalie: it gives you a terrific kick to listen to others doing it, and it gives you an even bigger kick to watch."
"You're ... filthy! You think I like watching my own husband commit adultery?"
Castaine was too hot for her to spend any more time trying to provoke her into wanting him to fuck her simply by matching words with her. "All I'm sure of is that you want what I want," he asserted as he threw himself onto her. "You can't want to let your husband get away with playing you for a sucker without paying him back in his own coin."
Castaine didn't give Rosalie time to think or to marshal her forces to fight him off her. Squirming till he was solidly on top of her, he shot his face down and jammed his lips fiercely against hers, and he kissed her so long and with such abandon that he bruised her lips and left her breathless.
Rosalie had been taken completely by surprise. She lay gasping under him when he allowed her to breathe, and she gasped a lot louder when suddenly she felt one of his hands fasten itself claw-like to the hot, fat bulge of her twat.
She felt so indignant that she prepared to scream, but just then Castaine again glued his lips to hers. At that moment she felt so outraged that she believed she would have howled for his blood if she had been able to. Why, he was practically on the verge of raping her-and her husband was right nearby, too, the bastard, and not doing a thing to help her.
She wasn't able to scream or howl or make much of any sound, though, and in any case the moment passed by soon enough. Castaine meant to frig all the fright out of her, and that's what he proceeded to do.
Continuing to kiss her and to hold her reasonably still, Castaine began to move the fingertips of his "claw" all over her wet, smelly meat. She struggled to draw her legs together, but she found that he had her so well pinned she was barely able to move.
She felt utterly trapped, and for several moments the feeling kept her panicky. She was at Castaine's mercy; he could do to her whatever he wanted to. The feeling was so humiliating, so degrading, that she wanted desperately to scream.
She made fists of her hands and began pounding on Castaine's back, but he wouldn't let up. He kept her crushed under him, and he kept the kiss going on and on. And he frigged her and frigged her as roughly as he could, his fingertips furiously massaging her hair-lined labia, and bruising the tender, gluey tissues of her slit.
Ooh...Her arms were growing weak; she had little strength left in them to wield her fists against Castaine's back. Ooh, she couldn't help the way she was feeling.
Castaine pursued his advantage. For only a moment he eased up on his frigging, but then he located Rosalie's clitoris and concentrated on giving the bulb of the little shaft an almost savage workout.
He felt his dick throbbing and burning against his abdomen, and he felt an urge to saw it into Rosalie right away and give her the screwing of her life. But he managed to resist the urge; he wanted to get her so horny she'd plead for it and moan almost nonstop ... and he had a few special ideas for after that, too ...
Rosalie's clitoris was growing ever stiffer and longer, and it was getting stickier and stickier. Admitting to herself that Castaine had won and that she was his, she groaned loud and long, as if from her very soul.
Castaine lightened the pressure of his body on hers as he softened his kissing, and he felt her spreading her legs wide apart in blatant invitation to him to handle her cunt meat in any way he cared to. He felt her hot, swollen slit growing juicier than ever; the stuff was really starting to ooze out of her.
He could have smelled the copious proof of her intense rut from fifty feet away, he was sure. As close as he was, the musky odor was all but overpowering, yet even so he still managed to keep himself under control. He wasn't yet through jacking Rosalie up; he was going to make her squirm and squeal and beg for his pud.
Rosalie opened her mouth as if to sigh, and he stuffed his tongue into the slimy pink cavern. She opened her eyes wide and beamed up into his. Shivering with delight, she sealed her lips around the invader and began blowing it as she licked its tip repeatedly with the tip of her own tongue.
She was becoming so horny that she felt sure she was very close to achieving a climax. Castaine was keeping his fingers ceaselessly at work between the folds of her pussy; he was squeezing and massaging her aching clitoris on and on, giving her the frigging of her life. And her rut was growing stronger, hotter, making her cream more and more.
Suddenly Castaine altered his strategy just a little, in such a way that he excited her more than ever. He spread his palm over her slimy, tingling vulva and began grinding the butt of the palm against her clitoris, and he reached with his index and middle fingers down over her perineum to the tiny pucker of her anus.
Only after rapidly stroking the brown-greased aperture for nearly a minute did he begin to wedge the tips of the fingers, one after the other, into her rectum.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," Rosalie groaned presently, in heat to her very scalp.
Driven by a jolt of almost unbearably intense lust, she flailed so powerfully she actually tossed Castaine off her. Grunting and gasping with complete abandon, she rolled fitfully over and ground her midsection as hard as she could against the floor of the tent.
Castaine moved between her legs and, grasping her by her hips, forced her onto all fours. "Now stay like that," he rasped.
Her legs were so shaky it was all she could do to keep from collapsing, but she was about to murmur her willingness at least to try to stay as Castaine wanted her, only-"Ah, God damn, man, yes!" she gasped, feeling Castaine's hot breath streaming against her anus and into her slit
Ooh, God ... more? This just couldn't go on. It just couldn't. It was more than she could take ... more than any woman could take. It was asking too much to expect a mature and responsive cunt to withstand. "Oh, no, no, no!" she moaned raggedly as Castaine jammed the tip of his nose against her anus.
Castaine was panting like a dog in the throes of a heat stroke. Keeping his nose against her rear hole, he squirted his tongue out of his mouth and licked down to the ends of her twat folds.
And then he was tonguing away right in her boiling gash, and that made Rosalie really sound out her ecstasy.
Castaine slopped and slopped his tongue through the narrow valley of swollen, glistening red meat. He licked ravenously, with utter abandon, through the drippy and smelly place, making Rosalie jerk her head from side to side, and groan and squeal with a desperate, pleading undertone of urgency.
All of a sudden Castaine withdrew his tongue. After sucking several great gobs of air into his lungs, he told Rosalie, "Stay on all fours like you are, but start 'walking' out the front of the tent and around back to the hole you and Arthur made there. We're going to play a little game of choo-choo ... only adult-style."
Rosalie quickly moved to obey. She was beginning think Castaine was more than a little crazy, but she hoped he was sane enough ... well, nice enough ... to keep on giving her the exquisite stimulation she needed, even if it was driving her crazy.
In fact, Castaine increased his stimulation of her. As soon as she started toward the flaps at the front of the tent, he took hold of her cheeks and pried them as far apart as he could. After eyeballing her anus for a moment of sweet anticipation, he shot his lips to it and set about drilling his tongue into her ass-hole.
"Oh, my God, that feels good!" she gasped as she approached the flaps. "Get it in deep! Man! Fuck me with your tongue! It's the best thing I ever-oooh ..."
By the time she passed between the flaps and outside, Castaine had penetrated as deep into her bowels with his tongue as he could. He kept his tongue in all the way for several moments, then he began pumping away and licking through the thick greasiness that coated the walls of her rectum. He even smashed his lips around her well-breached aperture and from time to time sucked with vacuum-pump force.
His actions at her bung shocked and thrilled Rosalie so deeply that she found herself all but galloping around to the back of the tent. She was an intensely and shamelessly randy mare, and the whiplash of her excitement seemed to force her to get along with the wildness of an animal.
Castaine was still reaming out her shit hole with his tongue when she reached the great rip at the back of the tent, so she didn't even slow down; she tore back into the tent, and Castaine stayed right at her behind.
But then Castaine drew his tongue out of her ass-hole and stopped her from once more going toward the flaps at the front. Keeping firm hold of her cheeks, he said, "No, Rosalie, hold on now; once around was enough. And I've got another idea ..."
His idea, in part was to have Rosalie squat over Kitty's face-Hammersmith was deeply involved in fucking Kitty for the second time-and lower her throbbing meat into Kitty's mouth. He was confident that in the state she was in, Kitty would be thrilled to get a fat, slimy twat to nibble and suck on.
Castaine sat back with his calves tucked under him and his massively erect dick twitching like a spastic middle leg at his crotch-and watched as Rosalie and Kitty began to bring to fruition the first part of his idea.
Kitty managed with effort to control the delirium produced in her by the fucking she was getting. She saw the bulging, messy twat hovering over her just as Rosalie was about to lower it into her mouth, and she reached up and began gently stroking the silken hairs that covered the plump outer lips.
She tugged at the hairs and pulled the lips well apart, giving herself complete access to the blood-colored inner flesh of the raunchy twat.
She felt Rosalie's shivers of passion and heard her soft grunts and sighs, and she was prompted to hurry her fingering. Back and forth, back and forth moved the tip of one index finger through the slit, and for a moment it penetrated right into the mouth of Rosalie's cuntal passage.
Rosalie found herself able to exert less and less control over her body's small movements-her quivering and squirming, her fitful little jerks. She was certainly not used to being stimulated by another female, and yet she couldn't help enjoying the fine job Kitty was doing. If anything, it was even more exciting than being frigged by a man.
More fingers invaded her slit, and then all of a sudden Kitty grasped the hot little pipe of her clitoris and began working it over as a playful puppy would a bone. Rosalie cried out her delight and began working her knees outward, away from Kitty's head, so that her pussy settled lower and. lower.
Rosalie was feeling really sexy now. She felt as if there had to be something obscene about it, something unutterably gross, it was such a strong and sustained thrill. Instead of big splashing drips, literal streams of hot, thick pre-come juices were now pouring from her meat into Kitty's mouth.
Reluctantly, Kitty drew her fingers down from Rosalie's throbbing gash, and Rosalie took the cue and accelerated the gash's descent.
"Yes, yes ... hurry ..." Kitty panted.
Rosalie used the fingers of both her hands to stretch the folds of her cunt far apart She fairly barreled the gaping organ down, and then she felt Kitty's lips around the tingling flesh and she yelped, "Oh, suck me now! Suck me! Suck me!"
The smell of Rosalie's cunt flooded Kitty's nostrils and almost made her faint with pleasure. Kitty thrust out her tongue and dragged its surface with rabid ferocity through the gooey slit. And it was lick ... and lick ... more and more ... and harder ... rougher ...
Rosalie began to tremble violently and perform tight gyrations with her midsection the moment Kitty began to concentrate on the glans of her clitoris "Ooh ... geee ..." she groaned, her cunt giving down torrents of cream.
Kitty went fanatical. She squeezed her eyes shut and started sucking the juices from Rosalie's meat-sucking and swallowing ... sucking and swallowing ... more and more ...
Rosalie's eyes grew glazed. She watched her husband's immense red pud pounding and pounding into Kitty's hole. Yes ... she thought, the glaze turning into a gleam.
At one moment when Hammersmith had whipped his ramrod meat tube out so far only its head remained in, she shot her head down and struggled for room to get her lips where she wanted them. She made it necessary for Hammersmith to lift Kitty's bottom and bring his torso almost erect, but she achieved her goal: she was able to suck and tongue his stabbing prod and Kitty's pussy at the same time, and that's what she proceeded to do.
Castaine knew that it was time for him to join in. Moving into place between Rosalie's legs, he inched right up to her setter and raised the target by lifting Kitty's head and shoulders up onto his thighs. After appraising for a moment the beautiful sight of Rosalie's ass staring invitingly up at him, he ripped the pale, smooth-skinned cheeks and moved in so that his cock was pressed vertically against the length of her crack.
He felt the pulsations not only of his cock but also of the inner flesh of her cheeks, and he had to hurry himself. Pulling back and angling his midsection forward just enough to lower his cock, he pointed the glans of the shaft at her anus. The defenselessness of the frail Utile pucker spurred him even more, and he licked his lips and began to force his glans against the aperture.
Harder and harder he pushed, slowly making the aperture spread open for him. He worked the cheeks wider apart, his hands squeezing so tightly the blood was forced out of the spongy mounds-and Rosalie's crack was subjected to such strain that it seemed to be on the verge of tearing.
His struggle to penetrate her rectum was made easier by the juiciness of her underparts. Rosalie's copious flows of cream had oozed over her pelvis, her inner thighs, and well up between her buttocks, so that his way into her shit hole was amply lubricated.
As soon as he got the tip of his glans into her, the rest of his dick made progress with much less difficulty
-though Rosalie was on the receiving end of intense pain even so.
By the time her bung had been violated by half the length of his dick, a slashing pain was torturing the meaty walls being so hugely stretched. So severe was the pain, in fact, that it was all she could do to keep from screaming.
Castaine plowed ever deeper at increasing speed, till at last his pud was up her to the hilt. The thorough penetration was so agonizing that tears actually welled out of Rosalie's eyes. And yet she was able to keep from screaming even now, for she knew that, pain or not, she wanted him to screw her shitter. It was not an experience she was much used to, and she seemed to sense within hrself a certain pleasure even from the pain.
Castaine now unbunged half his pud, then he jabbed right back in to the hilt. He gave his all to fucking her in the ass, relentlessly feeding his erection to the near-crushing grip again and again.
In and out flashed the full length of his meat pipe, the taut skin of the massive hard-on roughly stroking and massaging the lining of her rectum over and over again. The pleasure she gained was extremely strong after she got used to the great stretching, and yet she began to feel as if she was back to being a little girl and was being given an outsized enema by the nice uncle who had always been so concerned about her health.
Castaine was breathing faster and faster, and now he actually started to pant.
He was fucking Rosalie with every bit of energy he had, pistoning his dick into her rectum at a truly punishing speed.
"Ooh, you're turning me into a tunnel back there," Rosalie moaned, and flushed a heavy spurt of pre-come juices into Kitty's throat even as her voice trailed off.
She began frictioning her slimy meat as violently as she could all over Kitty's face. She felt Castaine's cock growing larger and pulsating far more strongly as he continued to pound and pound it into her greasy channel. She knew he was getting very near to reaching a climax-and she knew he'd have to hurry if he wanted to beat her.
"OH, IT'S CLOSE! I'M GOING TO COME! I CAN'T KEEP IT BACK! I'M GOING TO COME LIKE A FIEND!" she grunted, her mouth still right at her husband's prick thundering into Kitty's twat.
Quite suddenly she stopped polishing every bit of Kitty's face with the raw, enormously swollen tissues of her cranny. Instead she concentrated on juicing the gooshy red meat against Kitty's nose.
"Oh, Lord, here! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Thick, sticky cream gushed steadily from her puss, and most of it flowed into Kitty's mouth. Kitty scarcely minded, though. She was beginning to feel the edges of her own orgasm, and she guzzled down the offering with a kind of dazed delight. i In moments, Rosalie felt the first jets of Castaine's climax. Shivering with the intense thrill of having her bowels pumped full of sperm, she spread her lips and moved them back tightly into the thick of Kitty and Hammersmith's bout of lust. She felt the unmistakable pulsations of her husband's penis blowing its top-and then came Kitty's climax hard on its heels, and so strong she started chewing with insane frenzy on the folds of Rosalie's twat.
Everybody was ecstatic, and the swap safari seemed ready to be shifted into high gear.