Chapter 11

Rob's fingers went into Andrea's pussy, two of them pressed together, sliding deeply into her heated nether mouth, into the slick depths excited to wet readiness by his provocative treatment. She rocked her hips back and forth, fucking herself slowly on his finger until he withdrew them and put them in her mouth.

Avidly, she sucked her love oil from them, relishing the taste of her own pussy. Any other time, she might have resisted sucking his fingers after they had been in her pussy. Now, the incitement of hanging from a bar while he teased her tits with an ice cube beat down her inhibitions.

Rob motioned to Jo-Jo and parted his lips to show her an ice cube, a big, square one, braced between his teeth like a frozen grin, and knew instantly what he wanted. She went to him and took the ice cube as she kissed him, then turned and knelt between Andrea's open legs.

The lips of Andrea's sex blossomed wide open, and Jo-Jo rubbed the ice cube up and down her gap. Andrea gasped as a sudden spasm of pleasure tightened her pussy and the silky core of her body contracted and drew her clit tight.

What was happening to her? Her cunt had taken his fingers so effortlessly, and now it was drawing tight, like a virgin's. Then she felt what she thought was Rob's tongue thrusting deep into her, preceded by a glacial lump, and knew she was in for another, more intimate, round of ice torture. The coldness in her molten cunt felt so bizarre, a little shocking, more than a little bewildering, certainly electrifying.

Jo-Jo knew Andrea thought it was Rob's tongue pushing the ice cube into her torrid sex channel, and the subterfuge gave her an added thrill.

Andrea wished she could see her husband's face. She knew he was grinning like an idiot as he tortured her. She tightened her cunt muscles and tried to evict the frigid intruder, but his tongue held it inside her and rivulets of cold water oozed from her pussy and trickled along her inner thighs as the heat of her cunt melted the ice.

Jo-Jo withdrew her tongue and let Andrea expel what was left of the ice cube. She swallowed it and licked Andrea's clit slowly. Rob kissed the back of Jo-Jo's neck to show his gratitude, and she licked Andrea's clit faster.

Andrea breathed raucously through her mouth, so aroused she trembled all over. She remembered her promise to hold onto the bar and tightened her grip to keep her shaking hands from slipping loose. Her heart pounded and she felt giddy as she wiggled her ass urgently and popped her cork.

Rob put his hand behind Jo-Jo's head to keep her from moving, pushed the blindfold off Andrea's head and kissed her lips lightly.

Andrea stared at her husband in confusion. She knew something was wrong, but couldn't immediately figure out what it was. He had just kissed her, but that persistent tongue was still licking her clit. How could he do both at once? She looked down between her heaving tits, across her flat belly-at Jo-Jo's head between her legs! Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak. Instead of words, a squeal popped out as she came again.

Rob waited for her to come down, kissed her again and grinned mischievously. "Want to fuck?"

Jo-Jo dragged her tongue up the front of Andrea's body as she stood. She cupped Andrea's tits and kissed her, then said, "Say yes, darling, I want to watch him fuck you."

"Oh, God," Andrea said, "you two are so outlandish, I have to love it. Yes, darling, I want to fuck! More than anything else, I want your powerful cock stretching my cunt to the limit!"

"Then you must do one more thing," Rob said. He picked up the glass and shook it, then fished out a large square cube and a smaller, oblong cube.

Andrea knew instantly what he intended. "Oh, no," she gasped.

"For the count of ten." He smiled imperiously and gave the large cube to Jo-Jo. "We put them in, and you keep them there, until the count of ten."

"Oh, Rob," Andrea whispered, her meaning as ambiguous to her as to him.

Jo-Jo knelt and kissed the large cube into her pussy and Rob went behind her and stuck the small one in her asshole. The one in her pussy felt more or less normal now. The one going up her ass felt so foreign, so radical, as he pushed it deeper and deeper up her ass with one ringer.

The cold in her ass overshadowed the chill in her pussy, felt positively uncanny, seemed to extend into her stomach. She screamed softly as his finger pushed the ice further into her ass. Her anal walls contracted rigorously, already beginning to melt the ice, and it threatened to slide out, giving her a momentary feeling of panic. If she didn't hold it long enough, he wouldn't fuck her!

Jo-Jo rocked back onto her haunches in front of Andrea, staring at her crotch. Rob stood behind Andrea and reached around and cupped her tits, and she tensed every muscle in her body as he started counting. She felt slivers of ice dropping slowly along the taut channels of her ass and pussy and cool droplets of water seeped from her openings and ran down the inside of her thighs.

She shivered, but not from the cold. She moaned, but not in pain. She was beyond those reactions. Her ingenious husband and devious girlfriend had taken her to an extreme state, pushed her to the edge of her desires, and thrown her over the precipice. She didn't fall, she flew, like a great big bird with stupendous wings.

She strained to keep the ice inside her. The sound of Rob's voice slowly infiltrated her groggy mind as he counted, "Twenty-five, twenty-six.. . " She relaxed the muscles in her pussy and ass and shrunken bits of ice slid from her body in a blessed deliverance. Gratefully, she released the bar and crumpled to the floor.

Rob came down on top of her, his hard cock poking between her thighs, searching for her entrance. She felt the blood streaming through her and circulation returned all through her body like a wild drug, prickling her nerves.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and guided his cock into her pussy, and looked over his shoulder at Jo-Jo as his prick slid into her. Jo-Jo grinned as she spread her legs and peeled her cunt lips apart and showed the pink interior to Andrea, then put the tip of her finger on her clit and wiggled her hand furiously.

Andrea knew exactly how Jo-Jo's long, meaty cunt lips were going to look clinging to Rob's hefty cock. "Fuck me, darling," she cried, "fuck me good! Do whatever you wish with me! I'm yours, darling, all yours! Fuck my pussy, my ass, my mouth, anything, darling, anything! Do whatever you want. Just make me cum, and I'll do anything you want! I don't care what, just as long as I get to cum! Oh, God, darling, I love to fuck!"

His stalwart tool felt so vibrant and heavy and long and hard as it thrust aggressively into her slick opening. His mouth burned wonderful kisses over her face, on her lips, along her throat, as their bodies bucked and heaved intemperately in the primordial jitterbug of carnal gratification.

Briefly, through her cloud of ecstasy, she remembered how wonderful Jo-Jo's tongue felt on her clit, and wondered if Rob was going to insist that she lick Jo-Jo's pussy. Did he make her taste her pussy as a prelude to tasting Jo-Jo's pussy? Was that what this whole thing was really all about? Had she suddenly become willingly complaisant to his every demand? In a flash of startling revelation, she knew she was going to lick Jo-Jo's pussy until she screamed for mercy, whether Rob asked her or not.

She looked to the side and saw Jo-Jo on her knees with her cunt pushed out, manipulating her clit frantically and cumming tumultuously.

Andrea's orgasm reared back in her loins, collected all of her fervor and came on with compelling intensity, roaring through her body like a volcanic eruption. Her insides virtually exploded as her climax slashed ruthlessly through her like nothing she had ever known.

Jo-Jo rolled forward on her knees and latched onto one of Andrea's tits with her mouth, and sucked robustly as she kneaded Andrea's other tit.

"Oh, fuck," Andrea squealed, "I'm going crazy!"

Rob was vibrant and demanding on top of her, his lusty prick surging dynamically into her tunnel of love, then his cock swelled and fired powerful spurts of jism deep into her spastic chasm. The memory of the ice torture, of Jo-Jo licking her clit, her husband's aggressive thrusting, the overall uniqueness of the situation, sustained her peak for so long she began to ache, as though engulfed by a tenacious storm that wouldn't end.

But, as with all good things, Andrea's orgasm came to an end, gradually, the way the taste of a particularly delectable food lingers in the mouth long after it's eaten. Rob kissed her lovingly and dismounted and stretched out by her.

Jo-Jo rolled Rob onto his side facing Andrea and snuggled up to his back. Andrea chuckled and rolled onto her side and snuggled up him in front.

"God, what an experience," Andrea said. "I can still feel the coldness from that damn ice in my ass." The memory made her shiver and snuggle closer to her husband. "I came so hard, I nearly lost my mind."

"I'm working on it," Rob teased. "I've heard that a girl who's a little crazy fucks better than a sane one, and you fuck superbly."

"Which means that I must be a little crazy," Andrea giggled.

Jo-Jo peeked over Rob's shoulder and grinned. "Watching you was a real turn-on."

"You imp," Andrea said, "I didn't know that you eat pussy."

Jo-Jo chuckled and licked her lips. "Surprised you, didn't I?" She reached over Rob's hip and gripped his limp cock and squeezed it gently. "Your pussy tastes pretty damn good, by the way. How did you feel when you realized that it was me licking you?"

Andrea looked at Jo-Jo's hand working on Rob's cock. "A little weird at first, then I realized how good it felt." She put her hand over Jo-Jo's and helped her coax life back into Rob's dick. "When you come right down to it, I guess a tongue doesn't have a gender. If my scheming husband hadn't taken the blindfold off, I wouldn't have known the difference."

"I took the blindfold off so you could see who was licking you," Rob said.

"Why," Andrea said, "so I would be shocked?"

"No, because you wanted her to lick your clit, and I wanted you to know that it was happening."

Andrea tightened her hand around Jo-Jo's and yanked his cock. "There you go again, telling me what I want."

"How often am I wrong? Did you mean what you said about doing anything I ask?"

Andrea paused a moment, as if thinking, but actually collecting her thoughts. She knew what was coming, knew she couldn't sidestep it, and more important, knew that she didn't want to. Her husband had beat her at her own game, their lives had suddenly become so much more intriguing, and she was overjoyed.

"I guess I did say that, didn't I?"

"Yes, very loud, two or three times, two or three different ways."

Andrea faked a sigh or resignation. "Well, if I said it, I'll live with it."

"You're taking it pretty calmly."

"No," Andrea said, "inside, I'm as weak as a new-born kitten."

"From?"

"Excitement, nerves, anticipation, a little anxiety."

"Well, you can take a little time to collect yourself while Jo-Jo gets her turn. If I don't do something with her, she's going to pull my cock out by the roots."

"We're both pulling on your cock," Jo-Jo laughed. "What are you going to do to me?"