Chapter 10

The Reverend Doctor Wyndham Barker was astounded when the door was opened by Bev Cantrell, stark naked. He also felt a rush of desire to his loins as he stared at her hard, red-nippled breasts, round and firm as white apples, at the flaring bush of pubic hair at her crotch.

"Bev-I-I-came here to find out more about that tape recording you mentioned over the phone."

"I know," she said, smiling coyly. "We've been expecting you. But the festivities are already under way. There's still time for you to join in. though."

"Festivities?" he said curiously, watching the clenching roll of her white, naked, spectacular buttocks, as he followed her along the hallway.

Then they entered the living room and Wyn stopped as though he'd run into a stone wall. He stared stupidly, without comprehension, at Dirk Smithers, standing there, nude, his now only half-hard penis beginning to droop. Then he glanced at the woman on the floor, her face turned away from him, listened to her quiet, desperate sobbing.

"Dianne!" he cried out, unbelieving. He pointed at her. "Why-that-that's my wife, Dianne! What in God's name is she doing here? What have you done to her, Smithers?"

"Nothing much, pal," Dirk told him. "Just gave her a little sample fucking while she was going down on Bev's hot snatch."

"What?" yelled the enraged, shocked young clergyman, his white clerical collar suddenly feeling choking tight around the neck as his anger rose. "Why, you rotten, monstrous, evil beast! I'm going to kill you for--"

He rushed across the room at Dirk Smithers and swung a wild haymaker at him. Dirk easily parried the blow and sunk his own fist in a short, solid punch right to the pit of Wyn's stomach. With an enormous woof, Wyn grew pale and sunk to the floor, all the wind knocked out of him. He rolled about, clutching at his stomach.

Dianne sat up, looking horrified, as tears still wet her cheeks. "Damn you!" she cried. "You've hurt Wyn. You-you've killed him."

"Nah!" Dirk told her. "Just incapacitated him for a few minutes. Why, I wouldn't really hurt ol' Wyn. He's got to play an important part in our little orgy."

Then Dirk went to Wyn, yanked him up by the back of his jacket and slung him into a chair. He told the still groaning man, as he tried to get his breath back, "You listen to me. Try to get physical with me again and I'll break some of your ribs-or your jaw. Now we got some tapes I want you and your snooty wife to listen to, and then we'll see how tough you feel."

Bev ran part of a tape recording Wyn's reactions while she was performing fellatio on him and later, when he was having intercourse with her from the rear. Before it was halfway through, Wyn, sitting with his head in his hands, begged them to stop it. Then when they played part of the tape featuring Dianne and Tommy Farr, Wyn thought that he was going to be sick to his stomach.

"All right, now, both of you, we know where we stand, don't we?" Dirk Smithers said. "So let's not have any more weeping and wailing. It's not all that bad. There's no need for anybody else to ever hear those tapes. We'll destroy them and all copies once we come to an agreement."

"An agreement? About what?" Wyn asked.

"Well, next Sunday, Reverend, you are going to announce from your pulpit that a terrible mistake in identification has been made and an innocent woman wrongfully accused. You are going to tell them that Bev Cantrell was not the woman caught in an uncompromising position or however you want to word it. That the real culprit, a stranger visiting the town, has come forth to clear Bev. You will publicly reinstate Bev, then, to the church committee and a member of your congregation in good standing."

Relieved at the simplicity of the request,, Wyn quickly responded, "Yes. Yes, I-I'll do that. I promise. I swear! Now, please let my wife and I get out of here."

'Not quite yet," Dirk said. "We're going to have a little demonstration first. I understand from Bev that your sex life has been badly neglected, Reverend. Your wife has never sucked you or let you fuck her from the back or let you enjoy a lot of other goodies that a husband is entitled to. On the other hand, Tommy Farr said your wife had never had her beautiful cunny licked before and had never come while being fucked. That must have been terrible for the both of you. Bev and I are going to see to it, today, that you are both liberated from any sexual inhibitions you may have had in the past. We're going to teach you that there are many facets to sex that may be enjoyed without any silly guilt feelings . .. Bev, you give the first lesson."

He watched Bev walk toward Wyn's chair and kneel in front of him. Her eyes gleamed with anticipation. Her tongue snaked wetly out over her full red lips as she quickly unzipped Wyn's fly.

"No, please, no," Wyn pleaded. "Not-not in front of my wife. It-it won't work, anyhow. I'm so nervous and upset I couldn't possibly be aroused."

"Oh, yeah," Dirk laughed. "You just don't know ol' Bev and her magic mouth. Show him, baby." He turned to Dianne, who was sitting up now, watching with a sort of horrible fascination.

"Get over here, Dianne, so you can watch her technique closely. You learn her tricks and your old man'll never letch after another chick. And don't either of you get any jealous feelings because we're all going to be getting our jollies together. It'll be a group affair, a sort of sexual group therapy."

Now Bev had Wyn's fly open and was lifting out his penis, limp as a strand of spaghetti. "See! I told you," he whined.

"Shut up and relax," Dirk ordered.

Bev gently rolled the soft white phallus around in her warm hands, her touch teasing, delicate. Soon it began to show a little sign of life, ever so slightly thickening and lengthening. Then Bev bent her head forward, stuck out her tongue and feathered the tip of it about the very end of his organ, swirling it around and about the tiny opening in the end of it. Next she formed a small O with her moistened lips and wetly worked it over just the top of Wyn's cockhead. The sensation sent chills of beginning desire all through him. He felt himself begin to respond in spite of himself. In a few moments he was sporting what is known as a lazy hard-on.

Kneeling on the floor close by, Dianne watched, fascinated, her breasts heaving, her prominent nipples hard once more. Behind her she could feel Dirk's hand caressing her ass and then working a finger down underneath, inserting it into her already pearling vagina.

Now Bev was using her tongue to lick up and down the whole length of Wyn's still slowly hardening rod, then bathed the sensitive area below the base of the crown. As it stiffened more and began to jump with excitement until it was standing, long and thick and veiny and at full attention, Bev took the whole red glans between her lips and into her mouth and applied a powerful sucking action. Wyn let out a groan as she finally let it slip from her lips and looked at it admiringly, holding the thick hairy base of the shaft in her hand and shaking the thing for all to see.

"Ha!" she said triumphantly. "How's that, huh?"

Quickly, she again took the throbbing and tumescent cock into her mouth, sucking in almost half of it and then letting it slip out until she maintained only the bulb of it there and then worked her lips halfway down again.

Wyn let out a small moan and looked distraught as his wife's eyes rose to meet his. "I'm sorry, Dianne," he told her. "I couldn't help it. I had no control."

"It-it's all right. Wyn," she told him. "It must feel good; you must be enjoying it or else you wouldn't react like that. I understand now that I've been remiss in my wifely duties and this is my punishment, I guess, having to watch another woman do it for you."

She also found that it was wildly stimulating to watch another woman mouth her husband's big stiff penis. Especially while another man was finger-fucking her so energetically from the back. Soon her breath was gusting out in short gasps and she could hardly refrain from crying out the pleasure she was having. She felt Dirk take her hand and place it on his once again big, hard and randy prick. She squeezed t and rubbed it up and down as she watched Bev's head bobbing over her husband's lap, heard the slurping noise her wet, suctioning mouth was making, along with Wyn's gasps of delight.

"See! See how she does it!" Dirk said. "You learning something, Dianne?"

"Oh, yes! Yes, I am. She does have quite a technique."

"Well, then, show me what you've learned. It's not fair that your husband is the only one getting a good blow job. He certainly can't complain if you get in a little practice, doing the same thing for me."

He lay down on the floor and pulled Dianne's head down toward his twanging pego. Almost eagerly, she closed her mouth over the big blunt head and practiced the technique she had observed Bev using. Seeing this, Bev stopped sucking and made Wyn stand up. "Let me take your pants off, baby, so we can do this right, so I can play with those nice round balls of yours, the way Dianne is doing with Dirk's."

Swiftly, Bev stripped him from the waist down and then positioned both of them on the floor adjacent to Dianne and Dirk so that Wyn could suck his wife's great, red-nippled boobs, while she worked her finger in and out of the other woman's wet and eager cooze, as Dianne slid her wet, hungry lips up and down the length of Dirk's raging hard-on and she licked and sucked the fat lollipop of Wyn's swollen tool.

Soon both men were humping away at the sweet female mouths that were blowing them so delightfully and Dianne was torridly swiveling her hips in rhythm to Bev's happily probing finger, at the same time that Bev excitedly frigged her own boiling honey pot.

When Bev sensed that all of them were about to come, she freed Wyn's almost bursting ramrod and cried out, "That's enough of that. Everybody switch around for new positions."

They all paused, Bev repositioned them. She made Dirk lie on his back, his wildly agitated pecker sticking straight up, glistening with the wetness from Dianne's mouth. Then Bev straddled it, took hold of it and forced it into her juicy quim. She told Wyn to sit down between Dirk's legs, right behind her and as he did so, she guided his mouth-wet peckerhead into the moist tight bud of her anus and pushed back and sank down on it, at the same time cramming the big cock in front up into her horny groove and forcing the other one into the clenching tight depths of her tender bunghole.

"OOOOHHHH! AHHHHHHH!" she cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure. "OH, MY GOD, IT HURTS SO GOOD, HAVING THE TWO OF THEM AT THE SAME TIME! OH, DIANNE, YOU OUGHT TO FEEL IT! OH, COME OVER HERE, SUGAR, YOU'VE GOT TO HAVE SOME GOODIES, TOO!"

As Dianne moved over next to the threesome writhing and bumping against each other, all of them exclaiming their ecstasy, her eyes were heavy and her moist lips parted. She felt flushed and burning up with her own need, her clitty bump standing out and twitching for action. She didn't know how Bev could stand that big stiff thing of Wyn's rammed all the way up into her backside.

But now that the first shock was over, the other woman seemed to be loving it, grinding and screwing up and down on both foraging cocks simultaneously, her cries of pleasure ringing out.

Then she turned her head, reached out and took Dianne by her buttock cheeks and pulled her close. Dianne's blonde curled mound was just on a level with Bev's mouth. Bev kissed it and licked it all over and then slid her wildly snaking tongue down to the erect tab of Dianne's tidily and flicked it, flogged it, bringing Dianne to a swift, wild, hip-surging orgasm at the same time that Bev, herself, came all over Dirk's big, throbbing hard-on.

A moment later, Bev became aware of Wyn's prick beginning to stiffen and swell even more as she rode up and down on it with the clenched-fist tightness of her asshole and not wanting him to shoot so soon, she eased up and off. The same motion caused Dirk's pile driver to pop out of her cunt.

"Hey, baby!" he protested woefully. "You were just about to get me off!"

"Sorry! I know," Bev said. "But we can't be selfish. Dianne needs some good humping, too, you know. I think it's her turn."

She then switched them all around. "Wyn," she said excitedly. "You're going to fuck your wife while I play with your beautiful balls. Okay?"

She had them lie on their sides, face to face. She lifted one of Dianne's long, beautifully curved legs and flung it up over Wyn's hip. Then she took hold of his quavering dick and guided it into Dianne's tongue-wet hole. Immediately, he sunk it in full tilt.

"Hey, where does that leave me?" Dirk demanded.

"Oh, you'll be taken care of," she told him. She watched Wyn and Dianne, face to face, with Wyn squeezing and caressing her big titties, begin to hump in earnest.

Secretly, she motioned to Dirk to get down behind Dianne. Immediately, he got the idea. He snuggled up, spoon-style, to Dianne's small behind, reached down to open her cheeks and for the second time lodged his randy cockhead against her tender rosette.

He waited until she pushed back in rhythm with her husband's forward thrust and then Dirk surged his hips and sunk the whole big, knob-ended length of his thick, hot bone-on, all the way to the hilt.

Dianne let out a long shriek of pain and surprise. His eyes closed as he plowed in and out of his wife's oozing cunt, Wyn didn't realize what was happening. He gasped out, "What's the matter, honey? Is it that good? Are you coming already?"

"NO! NO!" she cried. "IT-IT'S TOO BIG, IT'S TOO TIGHT! IT-IT'S KILLING ME! TAKE IT OUT, PLEASE!"

"Aw, come on, Dianne," Wyn told her, humping faster with the encouragement of Bev's hands cupping and gently squeezing his swinging balls. "It's not any bigger than it ever was. You just trying to make me feel good?"

"WYN, I'M NOT-NOT TALKING ABOUT YOURS! YOURS IS BEAUTIFUL, JUST RIGHT! IT-IT'S HIS! I-I CANT TAKE BOTH OF YOU! OHHHHH! ARRRRGGGHHH! IT'S TOO-TOO MUCH!"

"Sure you can, Di," Bev encouraged. "The pain only lasts a little while and then it'll get good. Just hang on, baby!"

"His?" Wyn echoed. "Both of us?"

He opened his eyes and saw Dirk's lust-twisted face over Dianne's shoulder as the other man lunged in and out of her tight rear entrance.

"Don't get excited, Wyn," Dirk gasped. "She's only getting the same thing we gave Bev. Only this time I've got the tail hole. Oh, man, is that ever tight and good! Sometimes I think an asshole is even better than a cunt!"

By now Dianne's screaming protests had died down considerably and she was merely groaning and huffing as she felt the double penetration going on inside of her, with only a thin wall between the two grinding cocks, one ramming diligently in and out of her sluicing pussy, the other skewering just as forcefully up her slowly responding asshole. She noticed that the pain had lessened although it was still there and now, combined with the pleasure her husband was giving her with his swiftly frigging cock, it made for a wildly masochistic sensation she had never believed possible. Before she hardly realized what was happening, a fierce, body-and-mind-consuming orgasm was storming all through her. She felt her flowing juice squeejeeing over her husband's deeply ramming prick. She felt him getting ready to come and then suddenly his hard plunging jammer was yanked out of her contracting pussy.

Through a blur of ecstatic lust that glazed her eyes, she watched Bev, on her knees, seize Wyn's stiff and now spurting prick and thrust it into the hungry maw of her mouth. She heard Wyn's guttural cries of orgiastic pleasure as he spurted into the other woman's greedily sucking mouth, filling it so full that she couldn't swallow it all and trickles of milky white semen seeped out of the corners of her mouth, dribbled down her chin and dripped onto her hard-tipped boobs.

Now, with her movements freed by the eviction of the big cock that had been cramming her vagina, she worked wildly back and forth in conjunction with Dirk's dick thrusting in and out of her tortured rectum.

Then, without warning, Dirk popped his machine out of her sphincter grip while she was in the middle of the throes of another wild come. Her hips continued to hump away in complete frustration while her cunny continued to cream. She was hardly aware of what happened as Dirk pulled her down and forced the bulb of his hard penis into her gaping mouth. As she realized what had happened, that he'd jerked his weapon out of her asshole and now had it stuffed into her mouth, Dianne knew that this was the ultimate in humiliation, the penance she must pay for all the wrong things she had done all her life.

At first she almost gagged but then her spittle cleaned him and the realization of this, her complete and final punishment, made what she was doing suddenly enjoyable. She sucked and lapped with her tongue like a little piglet nursing at a sow's tit. She heard Dirk say, "That's it, bitch! Suck it, baby! This makes me even with all you rotten, hoity-toity bitches who've put me down all my life; my mother, my sister, my aunt, my ex-wife! I-I'm showing you all! I'm making you eat your own shit! Ooooooooh! AAAHHHHHHHH! THIS IS WHAT YOU AALL NEEEED! PISS ON YOOOUUU! COOMMMEE ON YOUUUU!"

His orgasm shook him to the roots and at the same time his vituperative words somehow made Dianne come violently one last time, even though there was no contact with her genitals. Her orgasm increased in intensity as Kirk yanked his bloated whang from her mouth and suddenly his long delayed spend spewed his sperm in warm, thick gobs all over her passion-contorted face, on her nose, her chin, her cheeks, her forehead, into her gasping mouth. Some of it even strung out in phlegm skeins in the blonde hair at her temples.

Watching this, still toying with Wyn's wilting penis, Bev Cantrell whispered, half to herself, "Now she knows what it's like, poor bitch!"

A few minutes later, they all dressed, sheepishly. Dirk, knowing that Wyn's promise about exonerating Bev would be kept, tore up the Polaroid snapshot Bev had taken of him and Dianne. They also erased the tapes and assured Dianne and Wyn that there really were no copies. Then they all left the house.

Driving home, both Wyn and Dianne were silent for a long time and then abruptly, Dianne said, "You know something, husband? Strange things happen in strange ways. What happened today was a weird kind of shock therapy for me."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," she said softly, "in the words of Bev, I guess I have been a cold bitch of a wife. But I won't be anymore. For one thing, now I can remember why I've been that way and I sort of feel cleansed."

"Why?" he repeated.

"When I was thirteen years old, after being brought up by my old-fashioned minister father, thinking that any pleasure of the flesh was sinful and had to be ultimately punished, I had experimental sex with a good-looking cousin who was fifteen. I loved it. I did everything with him, all one summer. And then a few days after he left, he was killed in a bus accident. I was convinced that it was all my fault for being such a tawdry, sinful little baggage. When I heard the news, I fainted and was ill for days. Afterward, I didn't remember any of the things my cousin and I had done that summer. A sort of psychological blackout, I guess it was. But this afternoon, after those sordid experiences with Dirk and Bev, it all came back to me. And I feel really liberated. I think I can be a good wife from now on."

"Well, it deeply affected me, too, Di. I was brought up by my two old maid aunts to be a pretty prissy kid, too. I was never really told but in a very subtle way always given the impression and the belief that even in love, in marriage, a gentleman treated his partner like a lady." He chuckled. "Whatever that is. Anyhow, now I know that though the flesh is weak, perhaps that's the way it was meant to be. Perhaps, instead of the word weak, we should substitute human."

There was a long silence again as each mulled through his own thoughts. Then Wyn said, "I know one thing. I once heard that a man's wife, in addition to being a helpmate should also be a whore to him in the bedroom. I think you can be that for me now, Di. And me, when I've finished the day's work, I'm not going to continue to be a minister. Like the lawyer, the policeman, the doctor, the dentist, the longshoreman, the grocery clerk, when I come home at night, in the intimacy of our own bedroom, I'm going to be a man! I'll feel free to enjoy your beautiful body in all the ways it was intended to be enjoyed. And I hope you'll do the same with mine."

She quickly slipped across the seat until she was close beside him, the heat of her hips against his. Her hand wandered to his thigh and then crawled upward until it found his slowly hardening penis. She lightly kneaded it, feeling it respond more and more.

"Hey, Wyn!" she purred. "Do you realize that we've never done it in a car, the way a lot of young people do? Not even when we were courting?"

"Yeah," he said. "Like they say, it's not ever too late."

"No, baby," she cooed. "Drive out to the old quarry road."