Chapter 9
At forty-one, Bruce was the youngest man of the group. He was a gentle, smiling man with a good sense of humor. Angie sensed that he wouldn't get as carried away as Will had done and that the weekend with him and his wife would be more pleasant, if not as wildly exciting.
His wife, Donna, was an attractive blonde of thirty-seven. She was well fleshed and nicely rounded, but Angie guessed that unless she took very good care of herself, it would not be long before she was puffy and pudgy. She also guessed that the hair inside her panties would not be blonde, but that didn't bother her. like her husband, Donna looked like a woman who enjoyed smiling and laughing.
"I hope you didn't get rusty after your weekend with Mister peepee," Donna kidded as they sat sipping drinks.
"No," she grinned, "I survived. Some of his games can be exciting, but he does get carried away, doesn't he?"
"You can say that again. I'm" always a little afraid with him. I don't mean I'm afraid of him, just that I'll be peeing on his face when he has the big heart attack."
"I can just see the coroner's report," Bruce said, fighting back a laugh. "Died of joy while an unidentified woman sat on him, pissing on his face. Drowning was ruled out as a cause of death."
While the two women doubled up with laughter, Bruce got to his feet and began undressing. He stopped when only his skin remained and his rampant tool told the women he was hot to trot.
"You look ready, lover man," his wife told him, "but I get this angel first. You've already seen all she has and you've had your cock sucked, but I'm dying to have her naked and squirming in my arms."
"That suits me just fine," Angie told her as she got up and took her dress off. She would have removed her bra and panties as well, but Donna told her to stay as she was.
"I want to strip naked and be ready. I'll take your bra and panties off my way, when I'm ready. Jesus. Angie, the way you overwork a bra and panties is some kind of cruelty to lingerie."
Hurrying all the way, Donna took her dress off and threw it away as though she never wanted to see it again. She did the same with her bra and panties and then, clad only in garter belt, nylons and high heels, she went to Angie and took her in her aims. As they kissed, their bodies rubbing together, hands exploring, Bruce looked at them and expected to see steam rising from the two. He had seen his wife in action with women before, but he sensed that with Angie, she was going to achieve a new high.
Their kiss ended and Donna led Angie to the couch. For just a little while, she teased herself by playing with Angie's lovely breasts through the cups of her bra, then she reached around her and unhooked it. As Donna pulled it off and stared at the big breasts, too firm to be believed, she opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. It seemed a shame to waste a wide open mouth, so she filled it with one of the fleshy gourds.
"Didn't I tell you she had tits that weren't to be believed?" Bruce asked as he sat on the other side of Angie and played with one. "Jesus," he went on as he erected the nipple with thumb and finger, "I could be beaten to death with a tit like this and die with a smile on my face."
"Don't worry, Bruce dear," Angie told him, "they're implements of love, not war." Remembering how it had thrilled her before when a couple sucked her breasts at the same time, she put a hand behind his head, guided his face to her other breast and his mouth opened wide to accept the beautiful offering. He sucked as voraciously as his wife did and the two of them had her sighing and squirming on the couch, their sucking mouths setting off delightful sensations in her breasts, but even more exciting ones in her crotch were flames licked and promised even more ecstasy to come.
"Couches are for kids," Donna said as she released the breast she had been sucking and got to her feet, "let's go to bed where there's plenty of room to romp."
The others agreed and they hurried to an upstairs bedroom, Bruce bringing up the rear so that he could admire the lush bottoms of the two women as they mounted the steps.
"My, what dry panties you have, Angie," Donna said as they entered the bedroom and, slipping an arm around Angie's waist, she fondled the crotch of her panties. "That must feel so uncomfortable."
"It does," Angie told her, squirming. "I wish you'd do something about it."
"Consider it done, you beautiful creature," Donna told her, then, taking the hand out of her crotch, but still holding her around the waist, she gave her a brisk shower of spanks which caused Angie to dance and made her big breasts bounce, to the delight of the man who stood holding his rampant tool and feeling it throb in his hand.
Bruce enjoyed spanking a nicely rounded bottom, but he got stronger kicks out of watching one woman spanking another and was looking forward to later when his wife and their guest would swap bare bottom spankings in the classic over the lap position.
"Now we'll do something about those dry panties, dear," Donna said as she pushed Angie down on the bed, then raised her legs high above her.
Donna kept raising Angie's bottom until her weight rested on her neck and shoulders and her crotch was wide open and aimed straight up. Holding her there, she filled her mouth with saliva until her cheeks bulged, then she lowered her face to the crotch of the young beauty and poured the warm saliva all over the crotch of her panties.
When the nylon couldn't absorb it quickly enough and it began to run, Donna brought her right hand into play and rubbed it firmly, making Angie moan with passion. After the fluid had been rubbed into the nylon, Donna pressed her mouth to the wet panty crotch and began sucking. While she did, her husband further aroused her by playing with her buttocks and reaching into her hot crotch to play with her vulva. Seeing how it aroused her, he slipped a finger between the soft, moist lips and began to diddle her. The finger found her clit and the way she began squirming as she went on sucking the crotch of Angie's panties, assured him that she was going to come quickly.
His prediction proved accurate and after just a bit more fingering of her tender clit, Donna wrapped her arms tightly around Angie's waist, she climaxed strongly, and the two women fell onto the bed in a tangle.
"Hey, what the hell," Angie said as Donna stopped panting and grunting and sighed warmly. "I was getting my crotch sucked by you had the come, angel?"
"You could interest me in having a nice big one," Angie told her as she pushed her wet panties down and tossed them away.
"I see you girls need a director," Bruce told them as he got on the bed with them. "My way, you'll both come. As that horny old philosopher Dr. Klow says, "two comes are better than one. Or did he say a bird in the hand is worth two pushes in the bushes?"
"Fuck Doctor Klow, lover and let's get on with the cunt lapping," his wife told him.
"Oh yes, it slipped my mind. Lie down on your back, dear and let Angie deliver her tender little cunt to your mouth. While you lap her, I'll eat your honey flavored little twat."
They hurried into position, Angie lowering her crotch to the woman's mouth, Bruce pressing his face into the wet warmth of his wife's crotch, then the sucking and lapping began as husband and wife went to work while Angie enjoyed sitting on the attractive face of her partner and playing with her breasts as she had her cunt lapped the way she so loved.
Because she had already climaxed once, Donna was quick to come again, but even as she writhed in ecstasy, she went on lapping the moist organ which pressed warmly on her mouth and rubbed subtly, waiting for the moment of erotic explosion.
It was not long in coming and when it arrived it was beautifully strong and thrilling for Angie, causing her to emit broken cries and groans as her crotch rubbed all over Donna's face in wet thanksgiving for a clit well licked.
"There we are, ladies," Bruce said with a look of satisfaction, "I'd say we're off to a good start. Now that you've had your comes, it's time for old Brucie to have his. Lie on your tummies, side by side and I'll give your beautiful bums a beauty treatment of cock oil."
As they turned to lie as he had directed, Angie asked Donna what was going to happen.
"He's going to jerk off on our bums. He hardly ever fucks, he loves all kinds of sex games, but he says fucking is for stevedores. Keep your left leg against me, but more your right open as far as you can so he can kneel between us."
Seconds later, a look of sheer ecstasy on his face, Bruce knelt astride his wife's right leg and Angie's left. There were mirrors all over the room and looking in one, Angie saw his reflection as he stared at the two naked bottoms and took his stiff penis in his hand.
He just knelt there holding it for a little while, then he let it go and used two hands to fondle four well fleshed, silken cheeks. Angie had never seen a man jerking off and wondered how it would feel to have semen spurting over her behind. At first she had considered his plan to be a waste of a good erection, but as she lay beside the other woman and stared at the reflected image of the man while he fondled her buttocks, she felt excitement growing and decided it was going to be fun after all.
"My, what a joy it is to see and feel four such beautiful ass cheeks," he observed aloud as he went on fondling their bottoms, making them sigh warmly. "And now it's time for your beauty treatments, you beautiful angels. Brucie is going to fluff his duff now and cream those lovely cheeks."
"Fluff his duff?" Angie asked.
"Yes, dear," Donna told her. "It's a term he picked up when he was in the Canadian navy during the war. No matter what he calls it, it's still jerking off though. You'll like it. Keep watching and see how he shoots that yummy cream."
In the mirror, Angie saw his right hand moving very slowly back and forth as the man masturbated and she wondered how long it would take.
"Ready, girls," he panted, answering her unasked question, "I'm almost there."
Seconds later, Angie saw the reflection of a blur in the mirror and felt his semen hit her on the left buttock. He had a strong charge and shared it evenly between them. He was accurate too, Angie observed, as each spurt of the rich fluid landed right on target. As his organ stopped spurting, Angie watched him squeeze it and a few more drops of juice dribbled onto her left nether cheek as he sighed deeply in obvious content. letting go of his spent member, he used one hand on the buttocks of each woman, spreading the sticky fluid all over their cheeks and even taking some into their cracks with his fingers.
When that portion of the performance was finished, Bruce had them stand, bent from the waist to rub their sticky behinds against each other. He obviously enjoyed that as he did the sight of their naked breasts dangling pendulously and swaying excitingly.
He kept them rubbing their bottoms together lot almost five minutes, then suggested they go to the bar for a drink. Before they left the bedroom, he fondled their buttocks lovingly and told them again how much he had enjoyed the session.
They stood around the bar, chatting, and Bruce told of how from the first time he had masturbated as boy, he had enjoyed it immensely.
'The first time I fucked a girl, I was about fifteen or sixteen," he went on, "I enjoyed seeing and playing with her naked body, but when I went off in her cunt I felt kind of sad because I couldn't see my juice shooting. After that, instead of going out with girls that fucked, I picked those who liked to play but where afraid of going all the way for fear of getting knocked up. of getting knocked up. they could trust me, it was great. We'd strip naked and really have a ball, I'd suck their tits, kiss their arses and suck their cunts, then I'd jerk oft. Christ, I had more girls than I could handle, so then I started taking two or three at a time and having great little orgies without any fucking."
"By the way, dear," Donna told Angie, "he hasn't told you the whole story. In just a little while, he is going to be hard again and will have a full charge in those big balls. He'll keep on going that way all night."
"My God, he sounds like a miracle man."
"Actually it was a miracle man who gave me the power. It was during the war and I met this nutty old chemist in Montreal. He took me to his room to have a couple of drinks, then he wanted to suck my cock. I was pretty horny right then, so I stripped naked and let him play with me for a while, then he went down on me and gave me a first class blow job.
"Later, when he wanted to suck me off again, I couldn't get a hard-on. It was then that he told me about a special formula he had found in an obscure book of Oriental medicines that had been written hundreds of years ago. He had tried it and it worked."
"This sounds exciting," Angie told him, forgetting about her drink.
"It is. I didn't really trust the old guy, he looked and acted kind of nutty. He saw I didn't trust him, so he took his cock out and jerked off. About a half hour later, he took his cock out again and it was stiff as a rod. He jerked off again and really shot his spunk across the room. Now get this, he was almost seventy years old. After that I believed him. He kept me supplied with the stuff and I used to amaze the guys aboard ship by how often I could get sucked off or could jerk off."
"So you're still taking the medicine?" Angie asked.
"Yes. I came back from one patrol at sea and went back to Montreal on leave. I found my old friend dying of cancer. He gave me a written copy of the formula and ever since then I've been having it made up for me. In an average evening, I can go off a half dozen times with no effort at all."
"My God, no wonder Donna married you. You really are a miracle man. If you enjoyed fucking, you could really wear her cunt out," Angie said.
"Oh I get all the fucking I want," Donna assured her. "Sometimes after we've played a while and he's lapped me once or twice, he'll stick his cock in me and fuck me until I come. After that, he'll keep on fucking and just as he's ready to shoot, he pulls out and fires all over my belly and tits and sometimes my face too."
"Some women," Bruce told Angie, "are horrified or offended that I'd rather jerk off than fuck them, but Donna understands. When she sucks me off, I keep my cock in her mouth until the final second, then I pull it out and shoot it into her mouth. The big thrill for me is seeing that old jism shooting onto tits or bellies or arses or into a mouth. When I was a kid, before girls, I used to shoot over pictures of women, then rub the cream all over the picture and pretend I was doing it to a real woman. Now I don't need pictures."
They chatted a while longer, sipping drinks from time to time, then Angie felt something touching her left thigh and looked down to see that Bruce already had another erection. As her hand closed around it, she found it every bit as hard and strong as it had been earlier.
"What are you going to do with it this time?" she asked, squeezing the long hone.
"For the time being, I'm going to play with it while I watch you and Donna spanking each other. I want to watch that lovely ass of your squirming while she paints those cheeks red with the palm of her hand. You do play spanky-spank, don't you?"
Sure, and I'll enjoy giving her a spanking too. Speaking of lovely bums, your Donna has one."
"Mmmm, you're so right. For starters, stand lace to lace and play with each other's bums. After the spankings, you can go down on each other. After that, I'll decide what to do with this bone. I'm getting an idea already and I like it."
The women faced each other, their breasts touching, each with her hands around the other, fondling firm, silken nether cheeks as passion flared for them as well as for the man. They squeezed and patted lush cheeks, pulled them apart to show and diddle little pink holes, and their breasts mashed more strongly as the game progressed.
"All right, girls," Bruce panted as he played with his prick, "it's time to get the spankings started. Donna, you spank Angie first."
Bruce brought an armless chair closer to the bar and his wife sat on it and patted her thighs. Angie went to her and stood while Donna played with her buttocks for a few seconds, then she lay across her firm, warm thighs, her bottom nicely framed by her black garter belt, dark nylons contrasting with white thighs.
"Wait, dear," Bruce said as he went to them and knelt. His lips were gentle and exciting as lie kissed Angie's buttocks, licked slowly up her craet from bottom to top, then got up to watch as Donna began spanking.
"Oh Jesus," Donna said after the first spank, "I knew she'd be a dream to spank, but she's even better than I expected."
As she went on spanking, she and her husband exchanged comments on the beauty of Angie's bottom, the firmness of cheeks, the sensitivity of them which brought color to the surface from the first spank and kept it growing, and the exciting way she sighed and squirmed across Donna's thighs.
Angie didn't try to hold the tears back when the sting in her buttocks stimulated them and they flowed freely as the sound of her crying made the scene more exciting for all three of them.
"All right, darling," Bruce told his wife as he stood holding his throbbing organ, "that will do for this time."
Donna gave her one more spank on each cheek, the tips of her fingers digging into the hot flesh after the final one, then her husband dropped to his knees again and his lips and tongue paid tribute to the beauty of Angie's glowing red nether cheeks and the warmth of her deep crack.
"Jesus, that was exciting," he panted as he fondled the perfect rounds with both hands. "You're a sweet spanker, darling and she has a perfect ass for it. Now we'll see what kind of a job she can do on your lovely ass. I'm dying to see those beautiful bit tits bouncing around while she gives you your ass smacking."
Angie got up, her eyes shining, face wet with tears as she massaged her hotly tingling nether cheeks.
"I hope I didn't give you too much," Donna said.
"No, it was yummy. Christ, there's no feeling in the world like having your ass hot and tingling and knowing that that hand is going to keep on smacking it. You're so good at it, darling. I'll try to be just as good giving you yours."
Sitting on the chair, she had Donna stand between her parted legs and fondled her buttocks with one hand while the other rubbed in her crotch, finding moisture there and spreading it around.
"All right, your naughty girl," Angie told her as her hands continued to work, "Mummy is going to spank your pretty little ass now. Come turn it up over Mummy's lap and get ready to cry."
"But I didn't do anything wrong, Mummy," Donna sobbed, playing her game. "Why are you going to spank me?"
"Because I enjoy spanking and you have such a pretty ass. When I'm spanking you ass, my cunt will get all hot and horny. It will make your daddy horny too and he'll want to fuck me. I'll give your bare ass a hard spanking, then I'll let you watch me and daddy fucking and sucking. You like watching that, don't you, dear?"
"Yes, Mummy. His cock is so big and hard and your cunt is so pretty too."
"All right, dear. Give your daddy a kiss on the cock, then come lie across my thighs to get your butt warmed."
Trembling with excitement generated by Angie's game, Donna went to her husband, took his tool in her hand, kissed the velvet head, then pushed it into her mouth and gave it a little suck. Letting it go then, she went to Angie and sighed as she lay across her lush thighs, squirming into position, then continuing to squirm because she enjoyed the feel of it.
Angie, her breasts rising with a deep breath, patted the well rounded, firm cheeks, raised her right hand and paused, watching the woman's buttocks tensing and relaxing in anticipation. As she kept her waiting for the first smack, Donna squirmed and made little sobbing sounds, the the hand came down briskly and made a sound like a pistol shot as it slapped, then squeezed the fleshy round.
She did the same to the other cheek, then, adjusting her grip on Donna's right arm, she began spanking with a steady, thrilling rhythm while her husband watched and played with his prong which throbbed strongly as his eyes and ears feasted on the erotic tableau being staged by Angie and his wife.
When she began to cry, his excitement rose another notch. The crying was girlish at first, in keeping with the role she was playing, then it was the crying of a woman, a woman whose buttocks were being soundly spanked.
As thrilling to Bruce as the sight of his wife's red nether cheeks, was the motion of Angie's breasts which kept swaying and bouncing as the spanking hand rose and fell.
When Donna was crying loudly and squirming wildly over her lap, Angie paused to examine her fiery red buttocks and decided, reluctantly, to stop spanking. Holding the woman on her lap, she fondled the tingling cheeks, then took her hands away from them as Bruce knelt to minister to his wife's bottom with his mouth.
He got up after a little while and Donna got off Angie's lap, rubbing at her nether cheeks with both hands, as Angie had done earlier, after her spanking.
"Ready to have something done about that stiff prick now?" Angie asked him.
"I sure as hell am, sweetie," he told her. "Bend over and grip the edge of that table. Keep your feet wide apart. Yes, that's just right."
He got behind her as she waited to see what would happen, and was surprised to feel his cock move between her legs. He found her slit and pushed the full length of his tool into it. Holding her hips strongly with both hands, he gave her about six slow strokes, then pulled his pecker out and called his wife to come and suck on it.
Dropping to her knees, Donna admired the stiff rod, shining with the moisture Angie's cunt had imparted to it, then she took it in her mouth and tasted the familiar and exciting flavor of twat.
After a little while, he took his tool out of her mouth and had her bend as Angie had done. Moving close behind her, he slipped it into her quim and stroked it there for a little while before giving it to Angie to suck on.
The women marveled at his staying power as he played the game for a long time, his penis moving from cunt to mouth to cunt to mouth as the two women showed him that they could enjoy his game as much as hid did.
Bruce was stroking his organ in his wife's moist pussy when he felt the approach of his ejaculation. Pulling it out, he told Angie to kneel and open her mouth wide. Wrapping a hand around the sticky, wet shaft he began to pull himself, his hand moving with studied slowness, not wanting to hurry the finale of his exciting game.
"Are you going to shoot your cream into my mouth?" Angie asked, eagerly.
"Some of it, darling. I'll splatter some over your pretty face too. Cream is very good for the complexion, you know. Ready now, Angie, open your pretty mouth wide ... her it comes ... uh ... now," the pan panted and the first spurt hit the edge of her mouth, some of it going inside, the rest trickling down her chin. He shot the next spurt into her mouth, then directed the next one onto her cheek. As he kept spurting, Angie blessed the old Montreal chemist who had given him such power as Bruce went on shooting semen into her mouth and over her face.
The moment he stooped spurting it Donna dropped to her knees in front of Angie and began licking up the rich fluid with which he had bathed her face. After she had licked her face clean, she went down to her breasts to lick up the semen which had dribbled onto them, then sucked the gorgeous gourds one alter the other until Angie was panting and groaning with desire for more.
Basing her down onto the thick carpet, Donna buried her face in her crotch and gave her more, much more as she licked and sucked her churning cunt until she kicked her legs high in the air as orgasm swept Over her and brought her the relief and content she so desperately needed.
Through the remainder of the weekend, their games followed much the same pattern as Bruce kept erecting so frequently that Angie was constantly amazed at his prowess. For all of his erections though, she got fucked only once, after breakfast on Saturday morning when he spanked her, then had her bend over the table and slipped it to her from behind.
While Bruce rode her tingling, red behind, his wife joined the act by taking butter in both hands and smearing it all over Angie's breasts. Later, after Bruce had shot his strong charge into her, he and Donna licked the butter off her breasts, terming it their breakfast dessert.