Chapter 10
CLARISA'S FIRST AND WIFE-LIKE REACTION was to protest. But she'd been brought face to face with her own true nature during the last few days. There was no more deluding herself. The last few days had been tempestuous, but they had given her more pleasure than she'd had in a year of living her former quiet life with Fred. Now here was a new adventure, promising new delights. She wasn't about to turn down the opportunity to enjoy them. The concept of shame was set aside. Fred had behaved as sinfully as she had-and in her presence, too. Now he was the one who was proposing this new thing. So why should she feel guilty?
Clarisa moved over to the edge of the bed, Fred climbed in next to her, and Pam lay down at his other side.
Though Pam's vagina still ached, she was determined to give Fred such pleasure tonight that he wouldn't ever want to throw her out, as he had attempted to do a little while ago. She would be the one to decide when to call it quits. In the meantime, there was a lot of fun they could have together.
Clarisa responded to the challenge of the other woman's presence by wishing to prove herself at least the equal of Pam in a bedroom showdown.
Fred had never been the recipient of so much affectionate attention in his life. He took a rather sardonic attitude toward the whole thing, but his physical enjoyment became obvious as soon as the two women began to caress him: his cock saluted.
Pam pressed against him at one side and Clarisa at the other. Since Clarisa had gone to bed first, and alone, she was wearing a nightgown. Pam and Fred were bare.
Pam's nudity, beneath the covers, gave her an advantage at first in the contest for Fred's attentions. Her bare titties, nuzzling his arm, demanded a caress. And her hairy pubic mound, pressing his hip, told him where to go for satisfaction. To solidify her advantage, Pam was the first to wrap her hand around his pecker and to stroke it to greater hardness. It quickly became as stiff as iron.
When Clarisa saw her husband turning toward Pam, she resolved to do something about it. She quickly slipped the top of her nightie down around her waist and pressed her breasts against Fred's back. Her hand slid over his hard rump and worked its way between the tops of his thighs to cup and caress his testicles.
Pam was pulling on his peter. "Come on ... get on top of me," she breathed.
But he didn't want to do that yet. He first wanted to exploit his highly favorable position to the full with both women.
Even as he twisted his head and bent to lick at the tips of Pam's tempting titties, he was acutely aware of Clarisa's tits poking him in the back. Pam's mounds were perhaps a little firmer, but Clarisa's nipples were very large and capable of much greater extension. As to size and general shape, both sets of boobs were very much the same-large and well-rounded.
He rolled onto his back once more and worked an arm under the back of each woman. He pulled them both against him and scooted down so that his head was sandwiched between their thrusting, soft chests. He turned one way, then the other, nipping first at one of Pam's nipples, then at one of Clarisa's. The women held their breasts and manipulated them, rubbing the nipples in and out of his mouth, sinking them deep.
Now each woman had a hand on his cock. For a time they fought each other for control, like two children with a baseball bat. But it soon became evident that they could both hold his erect rod at once, and this was what they settled for-Clarisa gripping the base of the shaft with her forefinger and thumb, while her other fingers curled down around his nut sack, and Pam gripping the head of his cock, which she had denuded of foreskin.
His hands went to the girls' hairy twats. A middle finger sank into each juicy cunt. He rubbed his fingers in and out, stroking the erect little clitties which nestled at the tops of the fleshy grooves.
After a little bit of this, Clarisa's excitement reached a point where she couldn't contain it any longer, and she tried to roll atop Fred. But he held her off.
"Not yet, baby," he murmured. "But, darling, I want it," she breathed. "I want this big cock inside me." She gave its base a squeeze. "I want it," Pam insisted.
"Girls, I only have one," he reminded them. "But I'll try to give it to each of you ... in turn."
"I want it first," Clarisa said.
He took his mouth from Pam's breast and turned to lick at one of Clarisa's. "How badly do you want it?" he blubbered against the titty flesh.
"Ooh, very badly," she sighed, rolling her booby against his mouth.
"Show me," he said.
"I don't know what you mean."
"He wants you to suck his cock, baby," Pam explained. "You've probably never done that for him, have you?"
"N-no, I haven't."
"Do it now," Fred said simply and began pushing her down.
Pam didn't interfere. In fact, she enjoyed this part of the situation, even though Clarisa was getting the attention.
Clarisa rather enjoyed it herself. She had acquired quite a taste for cocksucking while she played around with Dick and Sam. Now she wanted to do this for her husband-to prove to him her proficiency at the art.
She slid downward, along his body, and swung his husky prick away from Pam. The covers became rumpled around Fred's legs, and he kicked them off. Pam sat up and watched as Clarisa bent eagerly to Fred's bristling male power. Her soft, moist mouth slid over the pinnacle of his cock, then down to enclose the entire swollen knob. She thought of the fact that he'd had Pam just a short time before and realized she was tasting Pam's pussy-juice along with Fred's come. This gave her an added burst of excitement. She sucked his cock energetically, bobbing her head and sliding her soft lips against the ridge of the corona. Every once in awhile, she would stop this and let the cockhead pop out, red and gleaming with her saliva. Then she would lick it all over, after which she would take it fully into her mouth again.
Fred growled and played with Pam's titties as Clarisa gave him this marvelous blow job.
It was funny-he'd never asked her to do it before. Perhaps if he'd asked, she would have. Probably not, though. The Clarisa of tonight was not the Clarisa of yesterday, any more than he himself was the same person he'd been as late as this morning. Pam had certainly turned his and Clarisa's marriage upside down.
Clarisa kept on licking and sucking at his throbbing pecker until he grasped her by the hair and lifted her none-too-gently off the huge raspberry lollipop. It swayed away, and she looked at him pleadingly.
"Screw me now, darling," she requested. "Please."
"Get on," he said and gripped his cock around its base, holding it straight up.
She eagerly clambered aboard him.
"What about meeee?" Pam protested.
"Your turn's next."
"But maybe you won't last."
"I'll try," he promised.
Clarisa's lubricated cunt came down around his upstanding cock and sank all the way to its base, her pubic hair merging with his. She sat straight up.
"Ooooh, dar-ling!" she exclaimed and started to grind, her tits swinging and bobbing.
Fred reached up and grasped those quivering beauties, squeezing them and thumbing the very tall nipples, bending them this way and that.
Clarisa rotated her pussy and slid it up and down on his shaft. The snug and slippery motions were voluptuous in the extreme. Fred closed his eyes, squeezed his wife's tits, and let her do all the work, which was as good a way to treat a woman as any he'd ever heard of.
Pam just watched and grew hotter and hotter.
Clarisa tossed her head and wiggled her shoulders as she bobbed up and down on her knees, her lovely thighs tense and spread wide astride her husband. He opened his eyes for a moment and watched his shaft being alternately swallowed up by her hot pussy, partially relinquished, and swallowed up again. Each time the shaft reappeared, it was slicker with the juice which was flooding her cunt.
Pam watched the rhythmically sliding linkage of penis in vagina and finally reached a state which prevented her from playing the role of casual bystander any longer. She grasped Clarisa aggressively by the shoulders and swung her off Fed.
"Hey...! " Clarisa cried. "Damn it, he's mine!"
"He's ours, honey," Pam replied happily, "and it's my turn to have his best part."
The two women struggled above him, their tits rubbing and bobbing together. But Pam got the better of it, and she succeeded in extending a leg across his recumbent form.
Her dripping cunt came down over his rod, sheathing it completely. She remained in a sitting position and began excitedly bobbing up and down.
Clarisa crawled around so that she could kiss Fred. As their mouths merged and their tongues rubbed wetly, he squeezed one of her breasts. With his other hand, he squeezed one of Pam's.
"Get your hand into my cunt," Clarisa gasped as she tore her mouth from his.
He complied, finding the snatch like saturated velvet. Two of his fingers slid easily into the channel of the cunt. He stroked them in and out, rubbing her clit intensely.
Clarisa writhed.
"Oooh, I need more!" she exclaimed. "I need your prick!"
She got up on her knees and tried to push Pam off him, but this was to no avail. Pam just ground down hard on his pelvis and, as his cock quivered deeply within her, she wrestled Clarisa away.
Clarisa had another remedy available to her, however. She tossed a leg over Fred's neck and lunged forward, bringing her sopping pussy down against his mouth. With a blubbering moan, he clamped his lips onto it and sank his tongue deeply up into her channel.
It went on like that for a blissful eternity. Fred was all but smothered by his wife's wet, redolent snatch, but he managed to get enough fresh air to continue breathing, and he kept his tongue stroking vigorously in and out of her sweet cunt. Her honey flowed thickly, smearing over his entire face and dripping down his chin onto his neck and shoulders. Pam bounced up and down, making his cock throb harder and harder.
When he felt the pulsating contractions of her cunt, signifying that she had arrived at climax, he tightened inwardly, then let go with an ecstatic burst of warm, thick cream. It flooded the depths of her pussy and slid down his cock, mixed with her own sweet juice. The rich goo smeared over his balls.
Clarisa came against his face, showering him as she shook and bumped.
The three of them slept in an untidy heap, lying partially atop one another and embracing loosely.
He awoke early in the morning and his cock was hard. Both women were sleeping, Clarisa lying across his chest while Pam was between his legs, resting against his inner thigh. He grasped her and rolled her toward him. His cock bumped heavily against her face.
She opened her eyes, gazed at the gloriously-upstanding organ of his manhood, and blinked a couple of times. Then, without a word, she grasped the base of the horny shaft and tilted it to her mouth. She sucked the head inside, groaning voluptuously. She sucked and sucked on his penis, working gently at his balls with her hand. Finally he came, squirting his thick fluid into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed it all. She went back to sleep contented as a cream-filled cat.
However, when he awoke next, in the light of day, it was with Pam atop him, already working on his turgid member. There seemed no limit to his recuperative powers on this occasion.
The shaking of the bed awakened Clarisa, and for awhile she had to watch Pam on top of him. But Pam finished before he did and rolled off. It then was possible for Clarisa to take the other woman's place, and she immediately did so.
She went to work, and the substitution of a relatively fresh pussy for a well-used one gave Fred an added shot of stimulation. He began to bounce rhythmically, in and out of her twisting, sliding twat. He came and she came with him.
The women snuggled down beside him and kissed him wetly around the neck and ears, as he toyed languidly with four, soft, bulging tits. He didn't get hard again, however, which proved that there was, after all, a limit to his manly vigor.
It would have been difficult to judge who won the contest between the two girls. Actually, it was something of a three-way tie, for Fred had to be counted among the winners, also. Everyone was more than satisfied.
Fred was so satisfied with the night, in fact, that he wanted to enjoy more of the same ... with added variety in the mix. Why shouldn't he? He had no marriage any more, in the traditional sense. Clarisa was no longer exclusively his and he wasn't exclusively hers. He no longer had to restrain his natural male inclination to sample what looked good to him. And he had an added way to help him get some of those good-looking things: Clarisa was available for trade.
She and Pam had swapped back and forth with the sawmill workers, hadn't they?
From now on, he would count himself in on her trading, and they would both have a good time. Pam could join in, if she wanted.
The more the merrier!
Why the hell not?