Chapter 8
"Get down on your back," Tom said to Harry who at once complied. He didn't know what was coming next, but despite having come in Alice's delicious cunt so recently his prick was so hard again he was ready for anything Tom suggested. "Hold your prick straight up in the air," Tom told him.
Again Harry obeyed, and Tom turned to Joan who had been watching while she unconsciously licked her lips clean of Alice's clinging juices. "Sit down on his cock," Tom said to Joan.
She looked at him uncomprehendingly. "Sit!"
"With it in your cunt."
"Oh." Joan looked at Harry's rigidly upstanding erection. It certainly would go into her a long way if she sat down on it. The prospect excited her. She climbed to her feet on the bed, balancing unsteadily as it sagged with her movements, and straddled Harry while standing upright. Then she squatted until her mouth-washed pink cunt-lips were just above the rubbery tip of her husband's stiff erection. She lowered herself again until the bulbous head prodded her slot-opening; she reached beneath her with her hand and guided it exactly until the head disappeared between her thighs. She relaxed her legs and glided slowly down the upright pole that slid straight up into her clutching firebox. "Oooooooh!" her breathless sigh sounded in the bedroom as an itchy-tickling feeling invaded her pussy in the depths Harry's prick was probing.
"You're doing fine," Tom encouraged her. He took first one and then the other of Joan's legs and pulled them behind her so she was resting on top of Harry but with his prong buried more deeply in her than she ever remembered.
Tom moved closer to the coupled pair and stroked Joan's upturned buttocks. Then he inserted a finger into her cleft and felt her tight anus. Joan turned her head uneasily-she hoped he didn't intend to--? But obviously he did; she flinched as the hard fingertip forced a slow passage into the constricted ring of her bottomhole. "It hurts," she complained softly, her slender legs moving disquietedly. She gasped as the finger burst through the constriction and dipped inside her to the first knuckle. But she was quick to note that it didn't hurt nearly as much as it had the first time Tom had done it to her.
And he was quick to note her comparatively calm acceptance. "Yours isn't a virgin ass-hole any more," he said to Joan while his finger squirmed busily inside her rectum. "And I'll bet the body-heat that developed from the whaling I gave your bare ass loosened you up inside, too." He addressed himself to Harry. "Jiggle her up and down a little bit. Get her hot."
Harry put his hands on either side of Joan's nude waist, lifted her slightly, and then let her slide down his greased pole until his pubic hair once again merged with her blonde fleece. He repeated it half a dozen times, and Joan's breathing became labored as the stiff prick buried in her twitching quim flooded her nerve-ends with pleasurably carnal gratification.
She felt Tom move in behind her and lower himself on her back, and she tensed again. He raised her upper body slightly until he could slip his hands under her breasts and hold her more tightly to him. Then he advanced his heavy prick between her hind cheeks whose instinctively clenched posture kept him away from his target.
Tom looked around for Alice. She was resting on her side, her naked body relaxed, taking in the copulatory bound-together trio, her eyes gleaming. "Come over here and spread her ass cheeks for me so I can get at her buttonhole," Tom said to his wife.
Alice immediately knelt beside the grouping, her voluptuously bouncing breasts brushing against Tom's arm with pleasing sensations for both. Joan felt Alice's warm hands on her buttocks, spreading the soft flesh, and she panicked. "Harry!" she pleaded. "H-he's going to put it into my ass!"
But Harry was busy bridging himself under their combined weight, savoring new sensations along the entire length of his cock as Joan's cunt clasped it with intermittent little squeezing grabs of her agitated sheath-walls. He scarcely noticed any pressure from their combined weight.
Tom watched until Alice's hands forcing Joan's buttocks apart disclosed the downy-gold hairline running down her deep crevice and the dark ring of her anus. Then he brought the head of his prick to bear on her tiny circlet and pressed forward. Joan whimpered, but she could go nowhere, impaled as she was upon her husband's upstanding prick and also held in place by Tom's cupped hands upon her breasts.
Tom thrust firmly and squeezed the head of his prick inside Joan's ass-hole. "Ouch!" she said clearly, wriggling her bottom unavailingly. "You're-owww!" Her voice trailed off in a gasp of pain. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"It's going in," Alice observed, watching from close range.
"You're damn right it's going in," Tom grunted. "like right now." He slammed his hips forward with a mighty shove.
"Aieeeeeeeeeeee!" Joan shrieked as she felt herself rent by a piercing, lacerating excruciatory pain. "H-help me, Harry! Help m-me!"
But Tom was in to the hilt and he remained motionless for a moment before extending himself along Joan's back where he kissed and nibbled at the nape of her neck while little shivers shot through her. The pain died out in her rectum to be replaced by an intolerably stuffed feeling. She felt she had the largest of all possible turds lodged in there and couldn't get it out.
Tom began to move on her back, thrusting with his hips as he slid his prick in and out of Joan's tight-straining ass-hole for short distances which gradually lengthened. Joan's wide-gauged behind began to stir itself unconsciously in time to Tom's ass-fucking of her. The feeling of the two cocks inside her so close together with only a slender tissue of her soft flesh separating them was indescribable to Joan, but a warm glow began to build in her stomach.
Tom had released her breasts and had his hands on her waist near Harry's. Both of them rocked her up and down on Harry's prick while Tom's bored into her with less pain and more gratification. She rose up and down herself and was pulled up and down until Harry's cock in her cunt had her ablaze. Tom's belly slapped her bottom-cheeks as he plowed in and out of her rubbery-feeling rectum.
She turned her head to look at the side-wall mirrors, and felt a slow, blooming blush enveloping her features as she saw her softly rounded female body pinioned between the two hard male ones as one prick jogged in her cunt and the other in her anus. The spectacle was indecently exciting.
And then she saw something else.
Alice Carter, her duties concerning the spreading of Joan's white buttock-cheeks completed with Tom's penetration of Joan's ass-hole, had moved around behind her husband. Alice had both hands on Tom's hirsute bottom, spreading the cheeks, with her face pressed tightly to it and her pink tongue licking at his rectum while her own big behind bobbed up and down from the intensity of her efforts.
Harry jerked up suddenly into Joan from below with a quick tattoo of prick-thrusts signaling his orgasm. "Ohh, hell, I wanted it-to last longer!" he groaned as he pumped jets of sperm into Joan's deep well which seemed to catch fire from the onslaught. Even without Harry's hands on her waist helping to raise and lower her on his slick prong, Joan pumped herself up and down as best she could to promote her own come which she sensed in the offing.
She was thrown off stride by a sudden acceleration in Tom's bottom-fucking of her. Tom's hands went to the back of her neck and gripped her, almost chokingly, while his prick slashed into her fidgety effervescent anus with shocking force. Tom's hoarse shout presaged his own come as his tight target writhed furiously while his prick spewed into Joan's bowels in what seemed an endless succession of spurting geysers from the tip of his deeply-lodged cock.
Tom's hands fell away from Joan's neck as he fell forward upon her slackly, breathing heavily. Joan worked both cunt and ass-hole feverishly against the slackening pricks inside her. For one instant she thought she'd lost it, for another tight-roped her way along the top of a picket fence, and then felt herself wrung out as she came and came and came while a succession of little yelping cries were wrenched from her straining throat. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she mourned when her quivering thighs stopped jerking. "I'm not s-sure which-prick m-made me come!"
Tom pulled out of her anus with a sound like a popping champagne cork and a twinge of acute suffering. Joan gasped and tried to relax her tight sphincter which seemed to be holding the discomfort inside. Tom's rough exit left her feeling as though she had a small glowing coal inserted in the depths of her ass-crevice instead of a snugly-fitted anus.
Harry's erection had shriveled to the point Joan was able to raise herself slightly and back away from it as it slurped out of her twat.
She stretched out tiredly on the bed on her stomach and reached around behind herself to gingerly insert the tip of her little finger into her sperm-wet anus. It wasn't as tender as the first time but it still felt achingly afflicted.
Alice Carter's chubby nudity crawled over Joan's prostrate figure and tried to pass between Harry and Tom on some errand of her own. Harry captured her and flattened her across his thighs, face down, immediately separating her wide-beamed globular hind cheeks while he probed with a finger at her revealed brown buttonhole as Tom had with Joan. Alice wriggled coyly.
"Sure," Tom said when he saw what Harry was doing. "Let's have the girls suck us up and you can take a hack at that." He pivoted on the bed and sat with his feet on the floor.
Harry joined him, glancing over his shoulder impatiently at Joan. "Come on," he said to his wife.
Joan stirred herself reluctantly. Between her spanking and her ass-fucking she felt sore and weary, but she slid from the bed and walked around to the other side. Alice Carter was on her knees between Harry's open thighs with Harry's limp prick in her mouth. Joan perforce knelt down in front of Tom.
She made herself lip his cock into her mouth, sucked it, and swirled her tongue around it. Slowly the quiescent organ began to grow in her mouth.
The two men could see multiple images in the mirror-lined walls of the female bare be-hinds crouched in front of them, expansively roomy and wide-spanned. Joan's bottom had bleached out to a point where it lacked only a shade of matching Alice's pristine shining milkiness. Just the faintest blush remained in the flesh of her soft hind cheeks.
Joan was relieved when Tom's prick suddenly enlarged to the point her mouth was crowded and she had to back off. She wasn't going to let her husband's boss's wife outdo her at anything, and from the corner of her eye she could see that Alice's hard-working mouth on Harry's previously soft little worm had brought it up to near-rigidity
"Okay," Tom said to Harry. "I'll get underneath and you sandwich her. She's had the Mexican Army in her ass-hole so you shouldn't have any problem."
He stretched out on his back with his renewed erection standing stiffly, and Alice rose from her knees without instruction. Joan remained kneeling. Alice sat down on Tom's prick with a placid expression on her pretty face, and the prick glided up into her to the hilt. Harry moved in behind her eagerly and drew her legs backward so he could get at her upturned buttocks. Joan watched curiously as Harry's thumbs parted Alice's silky globes and he bent his head and deposited a gob of saliva upon her brown-ringed tight-looking shrunken indentation which he worked into her nether orifice with a fingertip.
Alice's strapping spherical moons jiggled uneasily from the movement activated by Harry's fingertip. Joan watched her husband move in closer behind Alice's bottom, his prick still glistening from Alice's hard-sucking revival of it. Harry placed the blunt head of his throbbing cock against Alice's shriveled-looking anus and shoved. The tip went in, but that was all. Harry waggled his hips and gained a half inch, then rested.
When he was ready, he grabbed Alice by the teats as Tom had Joan and really rammed her. He went in so deeply and so easily that Joan thought he had lost his foothold, missed his target, and angled down between Alice's plump thighs. Harry was just as surprised as Joan. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "like a knife through butter!" He looked down unbelievingly at his cock stoppering Alice's wrong-way-corrigan, and Joan could see the hilt of the prick shafted into Harry's boss's wife's flower-like anus.
"Told you she was loose as a goose," Tom grunted, fucking upward into Alice's cunt from beneath her. "Bang it around in there and listen to your hooves rattle."
Harry removed his hands from Alice's large breasts to her round belly which he clutched for support as he began to fuck her rear entrance. He met so little opposition that to Joan's eyes he looked exactly as if he were fucking another cunt. The two men swung their axes at the soft female flesh sandwiched between them, and their hard-working grunts intermingled with Alice's soft little cries of pleasure as she was speared fore and aft.
Remembering Alice's contribution when it had been Joan who was the sandwich, Joan climbed up on the bed and approached Harry's rear. She got her face down against his funneling hips, getting her nose bumped in the process, and then grabbed his thighs after forcing her mouth into his aperture. She held on for dear life on the wild ride, tonguing everything she could reach. It wasn't her idea of a Marie Antoinette party, but she had vowed not to be outdone by her female competition. A mingled odor of sperm, sweat, and shit assailed her nostrils.
She could tell when Harry started to come because his hips flailed about so furiously Joan had to let him go. She watched with mingled emotions as Harry flooded Alice's interior. What would it be like to have her own husband fuck Joan in the ass? Exciting? For one thing, Harry's prick was smaller than Tom's and shouldn't hurt as much. Joan was willing to bet that after this weekend Harry's inhibitions would be far fewer.
"Agggggrrrrhhhhhhh!" Tom bellowed suddenly, lifting hairy buttocks up in the air as he plowed Alice's quim with short jabs. "Jesus-to-God-Almighty, I'm-shooting-my load!" Alice's handsome behind looked as though it was going in several directions at once as Harry's dying thrusts mingled with Tom's furious ones. When Tom subsided with a throaty growl, Harry pulled out of Alice's rear window, experiencing nowhere near the severe extraction problem that Tom had with Joan.
"Alice didn't come," Joan remarked to the room at large.
"I seldom do," Alice explained somewhat breathlessly. "like that, I mean. The second prick distracts me." Joan nodded. It had almost happened to her.
Tom sat up in bed after removing Alice from his stomach.
"Okay, folks," Tom announced. "Ten minutes to shower, five minutes to dress, half an hour for cocktails, three brandies after dinner, and then back upstairs for the Sexual Olympics."
Joan found herself marveling at the seemingly inexhaustible ‚lan of this man. "Which consists of what?" Harry asked dryly, in apparent agreement with Joan.
"First contest, for a case of beer," Tom said. "Both wives with their husbands. Both men flaccid. For every minute it takes a wife to get her husband up, it's a minus point. Once up, for every minute the husband stays in the saddle it's a plus point. Every time a wife comes off, it's five bonus points. Last man in the saddle gets five bonus points, and highest point total wins. Anything goes except pretending to groove when you've shriveled. Got it?"
"Got it," Harry said. To Joan he sounded grim.
"Let's go, Alice," Tom said briskly, and strode from the room. He paused in the doorway. "Oh, thirty minutes after Event Number one ends, we have Event Number two. Same thing, except we change wives." His palm spatted on Alice's bare rump as she passed him in the doorway, and then they both disappeared.
Joan looked at her husband. "Is this really happening?"
"You have the ass and the ass-hole to prove it," Harry retorted.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Joan sniffed, "regardless of what happens to me."
"D'you think I'm going to let that bastard put me down?" Harry rasped. "We're as good in bed as they are any day in the week." He circled Joan's arm with his waist and gave her a quick squeeze. "You didn't look as though you were getting killed when Tom was spanking you."
"That's what you think!" Joan flared. "I'm not crazy about sitting down on that toilet seat right now."
"Did you see Alice moving over to get a better look at your rump when Tom finished with it?" Harry inquired. "Her expression was something to see. Half-fearful, half-envious. I'll bet she gets it from Tom three times a week and twice on Sundays."
"I don't envy her if she does," Joan sighed.
"I get the feeling a little of that around the house might spruce you up at home," Harry said coolly.
"Don't you ever dare, Harry Welby!" She hurried on before her husband could say anything more on that subject. "D'you realize we came out here to avoid all this if possible and here we are more deeply embroiled than ever?"
"So we'll sweat it out for the weekend," Harry shrugged.
"And after the weekend?"
He pursed his lips. "I should be able to straighten out the Baxter account in a couple of months. Then we'll kiss the Carters off." He grinned at Joan. "And find another couple our age. I never realized it could be such a kick to mix it up. Alice's big boobs and ass really turned me on."
"I noticed," Joan said dryly.
"Well? You hated it when Tom was screwing you?"
"Not exactly," Joan confessed. She felt it wise to change the subject again. "Isn't Alice really something, though? To look at her you'd think she was the most innocent, chaste, angelic housewife in the world."
"She's very much in love with Tom," Harry pointed out. "It sticks out on her like the nipples on her teats." He bent his head and kissed Joan warmly on the lips. "C'mon, let's get that shower."
"Do you realize it's only Friday and that maniac Tom may have us on Event Number 204 by Monday morning?" Joan asked.
"We're younger than they are," Harry said. "And I'll guarantee you we're going to win that case of beer." He crossed the bedroom to the bath.
Joan shook her blonde head wonderingly. Event Number one!
Who'd ever heard of anything so foolish?
She ran through it again in her mind. Get your husband up, get him in the saddle, help him to last. Despite herself a picture crept into her mind: Joan Welby on her back with upraised bare thighs melded over Harry's back while his nice cock fucked her steadily in long, slow strokes for minute after minute after delicious minutes. A teasing tremor stirred in Joan's depths and goose bumps mottled her forearms, breasts, and legs.
She almost trotted into the bathroom to rejoin her husband.
Two could shower more quickly than one.
She found a shower cap for her hair, slid aside the glass door in the shower cubicle, and stepped under the steaming water. Harry's arms welcomed her, and Harry's hands soaped her glistening flesh. He was very, very gentle in the area of her bottom-hole. Joan stood passively and let him minister to her.
"Harry?" she said above the sound of the rushing water.
"Yes, honey?"
"Is Alice better in bed than I am?"
"Different, yes. Better, no. I found out today that something strange does something for a guy with his own little split-tail." His hand went between Joan's legs. "But when it comes to the crunch, there's only one cunt I want to wake up beside in the morning."
Joan took the soap from his hand and soaped her husband from neck to heels. Her hands lingered longest in the area of his prick and hairy balls. She finally had to remove his hand from between her legs. "We'll be late for dinner," she warned.
"Don't you realize this might be Event Number Seventy-nine in the Sexual Olympics, Making It Standing Up With The Shower Running?" Harry said. "I think we should get some practice."
There was impressive evidence prodding Joan's round belly that he was serious.
So with the steaming water cascading down upon them, Joan stood on tiptoe while she eagerly assisted her husband as he connected them with his fleshy linchpin.
They might never make it to Monday morning, Joan thought to herself dreamily, but Friday evening was going to be difficult to improve upon.