Chapter 10
Something wet and cool was moving against her cuntlips. The smell of Tahitian Cove was heavy in the air. Forcing her eyes open, she saw Kyle washing her pussy with a towelette.
"We're gonna sixty nine," he said huskily. "I'm getting you ready for it."
Arlene watched him take a washcloth and wipe her cunt-meat, and the way he was doing it sent chills down her spine.
"You're getting me turned on, and you know it," the girl accused, smiling. "Why not put the rag down and do something about it? But let me on top. I can suck you better that way."
"Sure, honey," he agreed. "Come on. Let's suck."
When he lay down, she was over him in moments. As he pulled her asscheeks down to get her pussy close, she took his giant fuck-pole in her hand and put her lips around the fat head.
Time ceased to exist as her hazy brain dimly recorded what happened after that. She could remember later that she had tried to swallow his cock and kept gagging, and that he had liked her asshole as well as her cunt. She came and came, and sucked him off, though she had to use her hands to help make him cum. Then he laid her on her back and kept after her pussy with his voracious mouth and fingers while she alternately dozed and cried out in ecstasy.
At dawn, he fucked her, growling and ramming her mercilessly. As if not having been fucked in a long while, the girl responded to him, still enraptured by his expertise and the size of his prick. When he shot off, she climaxed, hugging him to her as tears streamed down her cheeks. The night was over; now she would have to go home.
"Hey, nobody's making you leave," Kyle murmured, somehow knowing the dilemma she was facing. "If you want to stay, I wouldn't mind."
"I know." She wiped at her eyes. "I just had too good of a time with you, that's all."
"I'm glad. Now you'll come back."
They got up and went into the bathroom.
"You could always say you were out selling," the man suggested. "He wouldn't know."
"Kyle, don't pressure me," she pleaded. "I said I'll be back."
"Tomorrow?" he asked quietly.
"That sounds good," she agreed as softly. "Tomorrow. Any particular time?"
"Early. As soon as Jason leaves for work."
"All right."
They cleaned up silently, each glancing at the other, making mental notes of each other's naked body. It was unfair that she had to divide up her time between the men. Why couldn't women be allowed to have male harems? With Jason and her four lovers all under one roof, she could really get her fill of cockmeat, in twos, threes, and, of course, one on one.
They went back to the bedroom and dressed. Arlene was torn between rushing to leave and taking her time. Then she looked at the clock next to the bed and frowned. Almost eight. She had to get home and get a couple of things ready for her husband.
Arms around each other, he walked her downstairs. Her samples' case was shut, her purse on top of it. As she gathered up her things, he stopped her.
"We made out our order and put it with the others," he said. "Shouldn't you look at it?"
"Why?" she asked. "You didn't write anything nasty on it, did you?"
"Just my name and other necessary information," he replied. "And how many bars we want. But, ah, the amount may surprise you."
"I'll live with it," she murmured. "Whether it's one bar or a thousand. Okay?"
"Okay," he mused. "But I'll give you a hint. It's big. Like my cock."
"It can't be," she retorted, grinning. "There's not enough room on the order blank for that many zeroes."
He grinned, too. "How does twelve hundred grab you?"
The number made her blink. "God, Kyle," she muttered. "I don't know if I can haul that much by myself."
"So have your husband load it for you," he suggested. "And I want it delivered here. I don't need to tell you why."
"No," she whispered. "You don't."
He walked her to the front door, his hand resting suggestively on her ass. She knew what he was trying to do, and he was almost succeeding. The only thing keeping her from throwing herself into his arms was Jason. She had an obligation to him. And, probably, to herself.
"Tomorrow, Kyle," she murmured, kissing him briefly. "I promise."
Then she went out, hurrying to her car before she could change her mind.
On her trip home, she tried to put her recent wanton behavior into perspective. After what had happened when she met Kyle, she really couldn't put the entire blame on the Tahitian Cove scent. She had been losing control before he opened the cologne sample, even before she opened her samples' case.
When she got home, she already had a plan in mind to surprise Jason. And to get him hot, if he wasn't too fucked-up to get a hard-on. If he was, he would have some explaining to do.
Once she had eaten, she took a warm bubble bath, using plenty of the Tahitian Cove. The aroma was so strong it was almost stifling. She washed every lovely inch of her creamy white skin, paying special attention to her cunt and asshole. Her goal was to be so well saturated with the scent that Jason would get horny just smelling of her.
Of course, there was more to her idea than that. After her bath, she dug through her lingerie drawer, looking for that sexy lace bra and panties set that she had never dared to wear before. Jason had bought the set for her, but he hadn't been able to convince her to wear it. Today, it was going to be a different story.
Once she found the bits of lime green material, she hastily put them on. The brief outfit felt like a second skin, clinging to her as though caressing her. Since the set felt so erotic, she wondered if it looked appealing. Almost afraid to see herself, she turned toward the full length mirror on the closet door.
The mirror showed her a startling, gorgeous image, one she couldn't believe was of herself. The bra and panties accented her pale skin nicely, showing off her trim figure better than any bikini ever had.
She reached up and touched her nipples. As there were holes in the bra, the pink nubs poked through, asking to be stroked. There was a slit in the panties, as well, allowing access to her pussy without having to take them off. Yes, Jason was going to be very surprised. Pleasantly so.
She got out two samples of cologne, and used both on her pulse points. Once she was satisfied with the strength of her scent, she crawled into bed. Lying on her back, she put her hands under her head and waited.
Only a few minutes passed before she heard Jason's car drive up. Grinning, she spread her legs and began to slowly frig her cunt. With her other hand, she reached under her asscheeks and found her asshole. She had one finger up her shitter before Jason entered the house, two by the time she heard him walk into the bedroom.
She had her eyes closed and was moaning softly. Her ass was turned toward her husband, so he could get a good look at her stroking fingers. She had trouble keeping a straight face, yet she managed not to give any indication that she knew he was there.
Writhing, she licked her lips, shoving a third finger up her asshole. Jason was being very quiet, making the slightest rustling noises. What the hell was he doing? He should be saying something by now, at least letting her know he was there.
But maybe the show she was putting on for him was too much. Carefully, she opened her eyes to see what effect she was having on him.
"Hi," he said with a grin. "You want this?"
She gasped, then giggled. Jason was naked, his cock so stiff it looked bigger than ever.
"Maybe," she purred. "Where will you put it?"
"I'm not sure." His brown eyes glowed. "How would you like it up your ass?"
Again she was startled. Although she had been hoping to lead him into asking to fuck her ass, she was surprised that he would jump at the chance to suggest it.
"In my ass?" she questioned meekly.
"You should be stretched enough," he commented. "Well? Pussy or ass? Which will it be?"
"Um, I don't know," she mused thoughtfully. "Come a little closer while I take a minute to decide."
When he stepped to the edge of the bed, she sat up and took his cock into her mouth. She felt him tremble, then his hands were pulling her more tightly to his crotch. God, his prick was so fat.
"Oh, shit, honey," he groaned. "Where the hell did you learn to do that?"
Moving back, she said, "I just missed you, lover. Why don't you he down and let me lick you some more?"
"Later," he muttered. "I want to fuck your ass, sweetheart. How about it?? '
"Oh," she grunted. "Uh, I don't know, Jason. Your cock looks too big."
"No, it's not," he argued. "Come on. Get on your hands and knees. I'll go easy on you."
"But, honey, what if I won't like it?" she protested as a girl with a supposed cherry asshole should do.
"You liked your fingers up there, didn't you? Well, you'll like my cock better."
Eying his prick suspiciously, she got into position. Her husband wasted no time in getting on the bed behind her. Once he rolled her panties down, he peeled her asscheeks apart.
"Jason, please don't hurt me," she begged.
"Don't worry, baby," he soothed. "I'll wet down my cock in your cunt juice, then I'll ram your ass."
"Jason!" she cried.
"Sorry, honey," he muttered. "I meant, I'll put it in your ass."
She tingled sweetly as he sank his prick into her sopping pussy. His prick did feel bulkier, though not nearly as large as Kyle's. When he removed his cockmeat from her slit and pressed the knob solidly against her taut ass ring, she squealed.
"Lover, be careful!" she cried as she knew she should. "Don't tense up," he warned. "It'll be all right."
With a quick shove, he drove his cockhead past her straining ass ring. This time, her shriek of fear was real.
"Oh, God, Jason!" she screamed. "You're too big! You're gonna tear me!"
"No, I'm not," he mumbled. "Damn, you're so tight. I never had, I always wanted to fuck your pretty ass. With those panties on, you're irresistible."
His slip of the tongue let her know that Kyle had been right. And it made her realize that if she wanted her husband to give his cock to her instead of some other girl, she would have to let him fuck her ass not only this time, but also in the future.
"O okay," she whimpered. "It's, better now. I, think I can take a little more."
"You'll take it all before we're through," her husband warned. "Relax your asshole, baby. It'll make it easier for both of us."
Moaning, she hung her head. Her asshole was as relaxed as she could get it. It was his prick that was too damned fat for her shitter. Couldn't he tell?
It was evident that he couldn't. He was relentlessly working his huge fuck-pole up her ass, pausing each time she shrieked. The girl was in pain, but wouldn't ask her husband to stop. Because once the pain subsided, the pleasure would be exquisite.
"Only a little more to go," he grunted. "There. How's that?"
"Oh, Jason," she groaned. "It's too much. I don't know if I want to be ass fucked."
"Sure, you do," he coaxed huskily. "You knew I was watching, didn't you? Admit it, Arlene. You had it all planned."
"How did you know?" she stammered, amazed at his perception.
"I'm your husband," he murmured. "I know how you act when you want my cock. And seeing you finger fucking your asshole like you were, let me know where you wanted it. So, baby, I'm giving it to you."
He began to screw her tortured asshole, slowly for a few aching strokes, then faster. She twisted madly, working her ass, trying to force her shitter to open up to his fat prick. The pain slackened off gradually, until there remained only the throbbing ache of being too well stretched.
That special heated flow began to spread within her, signaling to her that she was turning on and her pussy needed attention. Despite the fact that Jason's cockmeat was so large in her shitter, stinging her with each stroke, she was getting hot.
"Frig my cunt," she mewled, shuddering. "Help me cum while you're fucking my ass."
"Sure, honey," he agreed, his voice thick with need. "I'll do anything to make you feel as good about this as I do."
As soon as his fingers touched her clit, she began to climax. Wailing, she writhed in ecstasy, trying to rub her cunt-meat more fully against her husband's hand.
"Hey, you do like it," Jason commented. "Great. I'll want to fuck your ass again, baby. So you'd better learn to like the feel of it."
"Oh, lover," she gasped, quaking without pause. "I won't mind. Not if you'll finger my pussy, too."
"Won't mind," he scoffed. "The way you're acting, I'd say you love it. Don't you, sweetheart?"
"Yes!" she cried, cumming once more. "Keep fucking my ass! It's wonderful!"
He chuckled only for a moment, then began to really give her asshole a reaming. His prick was merciless, ramming her shitter almost angrily. But his caressing, probing fingers on her slit told another story, one of passion unleashed and desire finally met. He was enjoying the lewd act, and showing her how much in every way he could.
Her body was responding in kind. Cream flowed from her cunt, slicking his fingers with pungent liquid. Her asshole clenched and milked his impaling prick, increasing her own pleasure.
Fucking back at him, the girl trembled with need. Her orgasms were sharp and piercing, cutting into her soul, making her hungry for the next ones. The cries she gave were as much from getting what she wanted as a craving for more. She was straining to get everything she could from the lustful fuck before Jason shot off. She was afraid that if she didn't work to get herself satiated, her husband would shoot off and leave her still horny.
"Calm down, honey," he urged. "Damn, I've never seen you like this."
"Gotta cum!" she screeched. "I don't want to miss anything!"
"You won't," he promised, grunting. "I could fuck your sweet ass for an hour."
Over and over, her husband shoved his cockmeat up her ass. Over and over, she came. She could hear Jason's fingers sliding around in her gushing pussy. She could hear his labored breathing as he sought to satisfy himself in her shitter. Most of all, she could feel. His tickling fingers. His plunging cock. The strain in her asshole. The electric tingles in her clit.
"Eeeeeaahhh!" she shrieked. "Ohhhh, more! Fuck my asshole more! God, lover, don't cum yet!"
"I won't," Jason muttered. "I'm gonna really fuck your ass, honey. So you just go ahead and cum all you want."
This couldn't be Jason, she thought with what conscious effort she could muster. But what the hell. He was doing wonderful things to her with his cock and fingers. She could figure out who this imposter was once she had gotten her fill of him.
Her tits were shaking with the force of his thrusts and her own rampant movement. She could see the pink nipples, standing firm, as she looked down between her tits to watch him ass fuck her. His hairy thighs flexed powerfully on each inward lunge. His large hand all but hid her creaming cunt. Watching what he was doing to her had her climaxing again, her back arching as she bucked in delight.
Her arms could hold her up no longer. Weakly, she sank down to rest on her elbows, hissing as the different angle let the man's cock plunge even deeper into her shitter. She continued to look back at him, still getting turned on by the added thrill of watching her body being tantalizingly attacked.
She was still cumming, still so hot she swore she could hear herself sizzling. All she had to do to keep climaxing was he there and let Jason fuck her and frig her.
Her slimy juice ran down her thighs. She could see the wet trails the drops made. She watched with great interest as Jason's hand worked in her cunt, stroking her pussylips, teasing her clit. She wished she could see him fucking her ass, too. Anything that felt so wonderful shouldn't be hidden from her eyes. The thought of seeing him ram her asshole put her over the edge once more.
And still he kept fucking her. Again and again he filled her shitter with cockmeat. Rocking the bed with his pile driving strokes, he seemed almost to be a live machine.
She gasped, then shrieked, "Aaaiiieeee!"
"Yeah, baby," he encouraged. "Cum. Shit, you should feel your asshole work when you get off. It does things to my cock that your pussy can't."
"Fuck me," she panted. "Fuck me."
"I am, honey," he told her. "But maybe not for too much longer. I think you did it, that time."
In moments, his cock expelled its jizz into her abused asshole. He frigged her harder, making her cum with him. Her cries blended with his mumbled grunts. Both of them twisted in blissful release. Then, she sank down flat on the bed, and he all but fell on top of her, his cock still in her ass.
"Oh, baby," he muttered. "Tell me you enjoyed it. I've gotta know."
"It was beautiful!" she gasped. "I want you to fuck my ass again! Whenever you want! Better mine than someone else's!"
He got off of her, his limp cock slipping from her aching shitter with no effort at all. When he stretched out beside her, he took her in his arms.
"You, uh, caught that, huh?" he asked cautiously. "I didn't mean to fuck around, honey. But I was afraid you wouldn't go for being ass fucked. You're so delicate."
"I took your cock all right, didn't I?" she countered, smiling gently to reassure him. "That proves I'm not as delicate as you thought."
"Yeah," he said. "What got you so hot you decided to try a cock up your ass, baby?"
"That Tahitian Cove scent," she lied. "You know, I was wrong about men not wanting to buy the products. Why, they like it as much as the women do. And I had one sale for the soap to a man who owns several motels. Can you believe he wants to put it in the rooms?"
"Sure, I can," her husband countered, laughing. "Only, he'll have to keep replacing the bars. They'll be disappearing faster than the towels." He became quiet, somewhat pensive. "Arlene? Do the men tell you why they want the products you're selling? I mean, they aren't making passes, are they?"
"Oh, Jason," she scolded lightly, blushing at his remark. "Of course not. They simply liked the things so well, they wanted to buy some for their lovers."
As she gave her husband a sexy, tongue fucking kiss, she smiled to herself. Yes, she was sure she was right about why the men, even Kyle, had bought the Tahitian Cove products, and it was for exactly the reason she had given Jason. They wanted their lover to smell wonderful. And to prevent the redheaded salesperson's husband from finding out what would keep them coming back for more.
If that wasn't paradise, what was?