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The Kinky Couples, Part Three
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Julie said casually.
"What shall we do," Bob Howard taunted, edging closer to the soft
voluptuous woman now begging for him to fuck her. He could see the lust
practically oozing out of her eyes.
"I want you to fuck me," Julie drawled, "and I want you to fuck me in
the rose garden."
"I hope there's some grass," Bob groaned.
"Oh lots darling, don't worry. Come!" she commanded, lifting up her
hand and taking his, gently urging him towards the sliding glass doors.
Moments later they were in the rose garden, tucked away behind a
clump of willow trees. "We're totally safe here," she purred, "come my
darling," she cooed, pulling the anxiously waiting man down beside her.
"Oh God! you're so sexy ... pity your wife doesn't realize it."
* * *
Janet was so engrossed in her book that for a while she didn't notice
that there were other sounds in the garden besides the birds but suddenly
she became aware of a totally different sound coming through the willow
trees.
"GOD, IT'S SO BIG AND BEAUTIFUL ... LET ME TOUCH IT, HONEY!"
Janet started, whose voice was that. She was immensely curious now
and putting down her book she started to tiptoe towards where the sound
was coming from.
Suddenly she stopped short ... she just couldn't believe the sight
before her eyes. There on the grass were a nude couple playing with each
other's private parts and one of them was her husband Bob and the other
was his best friend's wife Julie, her hostess for the weekend!
Janet's eyes almost boggled out of her head ... she knew that she
should leave, that she shouldn't watch but she just had to. She just
couldn't leave!
Bob lay tense on the ground with his desire-hardened penis pointed
straight up at the pale blue sky. Julie reached out with her hand and
began stroking him, sliding the loose outer flesh up and down in a slow,
magical rhythm that obviously delighted him no end. Then, she slowly rose
to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her face a scant few
inches from the throbbing head of his prick. She held it tightly between
both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and
down motion that caused his loins to undulate hungrily in time to her
maddening rhythm.
Her head dropped suddenly toward his hardness, and her tongue flicked
forward, the top boring teasingly into the wetness of the tiny gland on
the end. Bob sucked in his breath from the sudden unexpected contact.
Chills rippled along his back, bringing a groan from his lips. Julie
brought her roundly stretched mouth down all the way and enclosed the
whole of the smooth rubbery head in a moist, warm pressure. Her lips
tightened like an elastic band around it just below the head, trapping it
completely around the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
Bob mumbled and grunted something Janet wasn't able to make out but
the look on his face was unmistakable.
Julie adjusted herself so that she had better access to the bloated
instrument by kneeling between Bob's widespread legs. She massaged the
soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the
base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she
began to suck rhythmically up and down. Bob could feel the softness of
her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of the withdrawal,
the tip flicking magically across the tiny opening of the gland at the
end. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the top of
her blonde head bobbing up and down below. The sight of his hard,
rhythmically throbbing penis sunk completely between his friend's wife's
wildly ovaled lips increased the sensation a million times over. He felt
as though the top of his head was about to be blown off. Janet sure never
did anything like this for him ... he'd thought about it plenty of times
... but to have it happening like this ... out in the open with this
beautiful woman! There seemed to be no end to what she would do for him.
Julie's excited tongue was wrapping itself hotly and wetly around his
excitedly pulsing shaft, her mouth widening as though to bite him but
instead, shaping the hard edge of her teeth around the girth of his penis
in a tantalizing mixture of hardness and softness, her tongue licking in a
steady circle, tracing tiny electric jolts everywhere it touched.
Bob's prick began throbbing wildly and Julie could feel his reaction
and began to suck him a little harder, letting her teeth trace small white
trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the
skin. She shifted her position over his thigh without disengaging her
mouth from his prick and kneeled on all fours between his open legs. She
reached under his buttocks and cupped them to her palms, pulling her loins
up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped around and around the growing
gland furiously until Bob began to groan constantly as she took almost all
of the rigidly quivering cock deep into her hot, burning throat.
Janet was certain that Julie Spencer was going to choke to death but
still Julie continued the maddening sucking on and on. Janet seemed to be
in some of limbo state as if the two people on the ground just a few feet
away from her were complete strangers ... a movie perhaps ... but
certainly not her husband and her husband's best friend's wife. Oh God!
How could she do that, how could she put a man's prick into her mouth ...
what a vile, disgusting act, thought Janet bitterly to herself and yet she
still had to watch ... she couldn't unglue her eyes from the obscene
spectacle.
Great swirls of heat were building deep in Bob's balls as he watched
Gary's wife's face working above his sweating loins. His prick pulled
almost completely out of her mouth and then plunged back in again to the
hilt. His balls slapped up obscenely against her chin and as she
continued her mouthing, she let his large penis slide in and out and
sucked hard on it until she could feel its heated friction against her
lips. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from
the side of her face as she bucked over him like a demon gone mad. The
muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the
pressure as he arched his back up off the ground, pushing even further
between the moistness of her lips. Thin pink ridges of flesh pulled out
from her mouth, clinging greedily to his thrusting cock.
Consumed by the ecstasy of her mouth, Bob leaned forward and took
hold of Julie's mouth with his hands, giving a loud grunt as he forced it
hard all the way down onto his stonelike hardness until Julie's large,
pouting lips were almost smashed flat against the roughness of his pubic
hair.
"NNNNnnnnngggg ..." he heard her gag and felt her trying to catch her
breath as the large, rubbery width of his cockhead forced the back of her
throat into an unnatural wideness. But still he held her head firm, her
smooth silken blonde hair slipping beneath his fingers, as with a groan he
began to buck his hips up into her face, forcing his overtaxed and
throbbing prick into the far, hidden recesses of her tonsils. He suddenly
became aware of the fact that once more their roles had been reversed.
Whereas she had been the aggressor, now he was the master of the
situation, fucking into her mouth as if it were his right! The forbidden
pleasure seemed to invade his body and capture him completely, the pure
licentiousness driving him crazy.
Julie's head was bobbing furiously up and down over his cock, working
hard at sucking him, her tongue swirling and licking wetly all around the
head and shaft, never stopping its lewd revolutions and he controlled each
thrust with his own hands. The flames licking at Bob's loins sent wave
after wave of multi-faceted lust sweeping throughout this huge hulk of a
body and his handsome features reflected the depravity of what he was
feeling.
"Suck it, baby ... suck it ... suck it ... suck it ... suck it ..."
he began chanting through his tightly clenched teeth as Julie's hands
slipped teasingly and possessively about his hairy balls massaging them in
a slow, hotly exciting rhythm as again and again her husband's friend
slammed roughly into her mouth. She began to suck at him even more
furiously, her full lips cushioning the smooth sensitive flesh of the head
from her teeth and nibbling warmly down to cover every inch of the wetly
thrusting pole of his rock-hard prick.
Julie was filled with a strange new feeling she had only begun to
experience with previous lovers when she had sucked their cocks, but with
Bob ... it was almost as good as being fucked. His strong hands on her
head made her feel as though her mouth was nothing but a wetly clinging
hole for his satisfaction and lust and a masochistic spark deep inside her
increased her lustful excitement. She could feel her cuntal fluids
wetting the narrow tunnel of her vagina and the cool garden air grazing
against the nakedly exposed pubic hairs that covered her up between her
legs.
Suddenly, Bob gasped. The moment was there and a low guttural growl
started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the hot sticky sperm
begin its journey from the burgeoning depths of his balls, just as Julie's
tongue struck the burrowing swollen tip just right and her lips clamped
tight, and his hands grappled with her hair, pulling her head down harder
on it!
"SUCK IT!" he grunted loudly just as his lust inflamed prick began
spewing hot thick streams of molten cum deep into her desperately sucking
mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily
swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep from choking. She went on
sucking wildly as he emptied his white hot sperm farther and farther into
the waiting wetness of her hungrily accepting throat. His hands tangled
cruelly in her hair, holding her head to the throbbing of his loins as he
pushed his ejaculating penis all the way to flood hotly against her naked
tonsils.
"MMMMMMmmmmmm ..." she sighed, as he jerked his loins lewdly upward
one last time to empty the last of his searingly swirling cum deep into
her openly contracting belly.
"Oh My God!" groaned Julie as she struggled to swallow the final
onrush of his male cum. She loved it, every moment of it and she felt
that she could go on forever making love with Bob. She didn't want him to
leave her, she wanted him all the time as well as her husband Gary, she
had enough for both of them, she knew it!
* * *
Janet Howard suddenly came to her senses. Suddenly she realized that
she had been watching the most foul, obscene thing she'd ever seen in her
life and she'd been watching the act performed on her very own husband.
Suddenly she felt nauseous ... she had to leave, she had to get out of the
garden before they saw her, it would be too humiliating, she just would
die!
She stumbled away blindly and ran into the house, up into her bedroom
where she threw herself down on the bed and started to sob, quietly at
first with increasing strength as she realized what she had witnessed.
She could hardly believe that her husband Bob would touch another woman
let alone make love to her and now she had seen it, she didn't know what
to do. Should she leave him? Oh God! She felt like dying!
Chapter 6
Bob Howard sat up on the grass and grinned at Julie. His cock was
still tingling with the incredible feelings that she had evoked in him.
"We must have fallen asleep," he groaned looking at his watch. "Good
thing we didn't get caught."
"What time is it," yawned Julie sleepily.
"Five o'clock."
"Goodness me, I have to arrange for dinner," Julie said quickly,
springing up to assume her wifely details. "See you at cocktails darling
and be a good boy," she threw over her shoulder and she slinked off across
the lawn seductively, purposely swaying her ample buttocks from side to
side to tantalize Bob.
He watched her disappear and then got up from the grass himself.
That's one hell of a woman, he groaned to himself, now why couldn't I have
married a woman like that instead of bitchy old Janet. At the sound of
his wife's name, Bob Howard suddenly felt guilty. I wonder if she's in
the house, he said suddenly to himself.
Almost the moment Bob turned the door of his bedroom and looked at
Janet's crumpled body lying on the bed, he knew that she had seen him on
the lawn with Julie. Whether she had seen them fucking or not, was
another question but she knew something. It was obvious.
"How was your sailing trip," she sneered, her tearstained face all
red and blotchy.
Bob Howard blushed deeply with obvious guilt. What could he say,
where could he hide. Obviously she knew, he was caught, trapped like a
bear in a cage ... there was no way out!
"How could you, you filthy bastard," she screamed, "fucking in the
bushes like a dirty dog. How could you let her touch you, she's a dirty
bitch. Oh My God! How could you let her put your cock in her filthy
mouth!"
That was all Bob could stand, suddenly he s napped and before he knew
what was happening streams of abuse were pouring from his mouth towards
his young wife. He knew she was shocked, that was obvious from the look
on her face, he had never spoken to her this way in all their marriage.
"Bob, listen honey, I ..." she stammered now, anxious not to enrage
her husband further.
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH, YOU FUCKING BITCH," he commanded. "I've taken just
about as much of your bitching as I am going to take. Julie happens to be
a real woman, believe me. Janet you wouldn't know what that was, but I
do. All you ever think about is money and the fact that I don't seem to
be as good at doing that as other men. Well, let me tell you something,
Julie looks at me like a man, she makes me feel like a man and I like the
way it feels."
Janet was backing further and further towards the bed now as her
husband Bob pushed her, his face only inches from her, red and contorted
and very ugly. She had never seen him this way before, it was horrifying.
Suddenly she realized that she didn't even know who he was.
"GET ON THAT BED WOMAN. I'M GONNA FUCK YOU RIGHT NOW!! THAT'S WHAT
YOU NEED, A GOOD FUCK!!"
Mortified by his obscene language, Janet couldn't help but fall
backwards in such a way that her dress rode up, showing the thin white
crotchband of her panties under which pressed the swollen mound of her
teasingly hidden pussy. She had just showered and changed for dinner and
now she was ruining her dress. She tried to straighten it out but this
only angered Bob more. He reached under her skirt to pull her panties
down. "NO!" she screamed, trying to get them back up, but it was no use.
Bob pushed them to the floor and kicked them away with his foot. Grabbing
her by the waist he quickly flipped her over.
"Stop it Bob ... Stop it, what are you doing."
"I'm doing to you what I should have done months ago," Bob replied,
lifting up his frightened wife's dress so that he could see the smoothly
naked flesh of her helplessly trembling buttocks.
"Oh!" Janet gasped, as she heard the rustle of clothing behind her.
Obviously Bob was undressing and she once more felt a pang of fear as she
tried to scramble away, but found herself pulled rapidly back into the
same vulnerable position.
Bob's hands were unbuttoning the side button of her dress, pulling
down the zipper and removing it completely without her being able to do a
thing about it. She tried to scream but found that she was too
embarrassed to do so, what if someone came in and found her in this
position?
"Stop, stop, Bob! NO!" she cried as he lifted her sweater up. But
it came too easily off over her head in spite of her tears. This left
only her bra, and Bob, eyeing the tiny clasp at her back ruthlessly ripped
it apart. Janet felt the weight of her released breasts as they pressed
forward, and somehow she felt even more ashamed that their surface was
completely exposed too.
"Don't worry ... I'm not gonna touch your tits!" Bob said gruffly.
"Not yet anyway!"
Bob peered down at her white, wide-spread buttocks, deciding that he
would do something to really humiliate the little bitch. He hadn't fucked
her in a while, not that it was his fault. She was the one who wasn't
putting out. And of course, now that he and Julie were getting along so
well, he didn't even miss her ... the little prude. Well, tonight, he was
going to see that some of that prudery was washed away.
"I'm going to give you something you'll remember for a long time.
I've got a right, you know ... I'm your husband!"
His finger prodded into the softly yielding crevice between the
smooth fleshed ovals of her ass cheeks as with his other hand he drew them
apart until he could see the skin straining around the tiny reddishly
puckered hole of her anus.
"Now spread those legs wider!" he commanded. Naked behind her, his
thick swollen penis bulged lustfully large, pulsating veins that stood out
on the sides of his rock-hard shaft. Leaning over, he slowly and
deliberately parted the cheeks of her full rounded buttocks wider than the
first time. He heard her moan and then with a perverse smile on his lips,
he bent forward and with his tongue tip licked wetly at the small brown
opening.
"NNNNNnnnnnnooooo ...!" Janet begged all fire and fight drained out
of her as her husband's teasingly flicking tongue sent chills running up
and down her spine. She felt ashamed and more naked than she had ever
felt before.
Bob withdrew his tongue and peered hungrily at the tight puckered
opening between his wife's nakedly gleaming ass cheeks.
"Spread em wider!"
Janet's long beautiful legs were spread so far apart that she could
feel the pull on the tendons where her inner thighs met softly against her
pubic.
Bob stuck his index finger to his mouth and moistened it with his
saliva. Then reaching forward, the tip of his finger found the small anal
entrance and he pushed it up inside until half of it was imbedded in the
small, tightly clenched mouth.
"NNNNNNOOOOO!!!" Janet screamed out as the sudden rush of pain filled
her. She tried to wiggle away from him as his finger began to turn and
twist slowly around in the deep rubbery channel of her rectum, sliding
steadily inward and then pulling out and pushing back in with abrupt
jerking motions until finally, through the pain, she could feel the palm
of his hand pressing flatly against her soft naked buttock cheeks.
His finger was moving about in her ass, now expanding it, sawing in
and out and the pain was acute. Anger clouded Janet's eyes as she
screamed at her husband, begging him to stop. But as she begged, Bob
added a second finger alongside the first, forcing it with an almost
sadistically satisfied grin into her virgin passage.
Janet felt as though she were a butterfly specimen pinned cruelly to
the bed by some cold, inhuman collector who felt nothing.
"STOP!" she pleaded with her husband, "... for God's sake, PLEASE
STOP!" She tried to straighten her knees out so that she could lie flat
on the bed. Perhaps then it wouldn't hurt so terribly much. She just had
to get him to stop somehow. But Bob, his hand hooked strongly under her
buttocks back up in the air, making her remain in the humiliating position
that made her rear passage wide open to his lewd fondling and playing.
Janet cried out again and again as she felt the searing pain in her
unaccustomed anus as it responded to the steady swinging motion of her
husband's fingers and for a brief moment, she thought she might faint.
She was being subjugated in a lewd, debasing way she had never known
before. He was deliberately stretching her tender anus in a way that
would hurt her the most, making sharp twisting motions just when she least
expected them.
"You snooty little bitch!" Bob hissed between his tightly clenched
teeth. "I'm really gonna give it to you ... no wife has the right to hold
on to her husband ... YOU HEAR ME ...?"
Janet went pale at the sound and tone of her husband's voice. She
had never known him to be like this before. Oh God! she thought. What's
happening to my life! Tears ran down her cheeks and her short chestnut
curls fell into her eyes. She was trying to support herself on her
elbows, but every now and then, she would pitch forward, propelled by the
force of Bob's forward rushing fingers.
"Don't ... Please don't, Bob ... don't ... I can't bear it!"
"Oh, you can bear it, all right ... in fact ..." he breathed heavily,
"... you'll do better than bear it ... much better!"
"AAAAaaaaaarrrrrggggg ..." she screamed as Bob punctuated his last
words with a sudden quick twisting motion of his fingers that caused her
widely stretched rectal lips to open slightly and emit a slight hissing
little farting noise. In spite of her poise, her face flushed a crimson
red at the embarrassment.
"Tell me you want to do it!"
"Wh ... what?" Janet asked, not believing her ears.
"Say you want it!" Bob repeated. "Say ... fuck me up the ass!"
"Noooooo ... NNNOOOOOO ... I can't ... I can't!!!" Janet cried into
the crumpled pillow below her face.
"SAY IT!!!" Bob bellowed down at her trembling form. "SAY IT ALOUD
AND CLEAR!!! SAY IT!!!"
"Yes ..." Janet managed to force the word out through her sobbing.
"Yes ... do it to me ... that way ..."
"WHAT WAY!"
"Up ... up ... up the ass ... take me up the ass ..."
"FUCK ME ... FUCK ME UP THE ASS!!!"
"YES!! FUCK ME!!!" Janet almost screamed out. "FUCK ME UP THE ASS!"
She would do anything now to get this over with. Anything to be released
from the tortuous pain and humiliation that she was being subjected to be
kneeling there with her own husband's middle finger imbedded deep in her
helplessly exposed rectum. But somehow, it never registered in her
clouded brain that there might be more to happen than just Bob forcing his
fingers into her.
Bob's fingers slid out abruptly with an even greater hissing sound
and Janet's slightly stretched anal passage felt relieved and momentarily,
she thought it was all over. But then, she felt her husband's hard firm
stomach pressing up toward her buttocks and his hand gripped her by the
hips, pulling her entire bottom half backwards. Then with dread
certainty, she felt the hardness of his prick running up and down the thin
moist slit that stretched from the soft open lips of her pussy to the base
of her spine. Then, she felt it pressuring softly against the tiny,
nakedly quivering lips of her just emptied asshole.
"NNNNNOOOOOOO!!!" she screamed out when finally she realized what was
about to happen. "NNNOOOOOO ... YOU CAN'T!"
"YES!!! YES, I CAN ... AND I WILL!!!"
And with that he began to rock and push, working all the time. The
pain was excruciating to her and she clenched her buttocks as tightly as
she could to resist ... but ... again he pulled her helpless body back to
him so that slowly, relentlessly the thick bulbous head of his lust
engorged penis wormed with a small popping sound just up inside the tight
elasticity of his chestnut haired wife's resisting anal passage.
"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGGG!!!!"
It felt as though he had rammed his entire fist into her. Janet
twisted desperately, trying her best to get away from the red hot searing
pain in her rectum. Bob's lust-hardened prick was sinking further and
further into the dark virgin passage of her anus and to the physical pain
was added a dreadful shameful pain that hurt even more. She had never
known that anything could hurt this much. All that filled her mind was
pain. She just couldn't get away from him. Coherent thoughts just
wouldn't come. A solidly, cylindrical rock was being thrust mercilessly
up into her behind. She screamed out, trying to lift her head up but Bob
pushed her head back down with the flat of his hand and ground his hips
teasingly around so that his cock rotated painfully inside his helplessly
kneeling wife's hotly burning rectum.
He pulled almost all the way out of her and Janet thought for a
moment that she might get some respite from the awful hurt, but her
angered husband lunged forward again and her knees almost collapsed under
her, leaving her gasping, impaled totally by his thick penis wedged like
the end of a heavy axehandle up between her buttocks, his dark curling
pubic hair pressed tightly up into her widely open ass split.
Bob began to gasp for air as he began a steady rhythmic fucking
motion behind her nakedly quivering ass cheeks and completely disregarding
her intense pain sunk himself deeper into the soft hidden passage of her
tightly resisting little nether hole. Janet felt weak and debilitated and
as though she would never be able to hold up under the terrible rape of
her intestines back there.
She could feel her husband beginning to warm to his task, beginning
to moan out his lust behind her. She felt the hot touch of his hands
roaming around the naked curves of her body, pinching and kneading her
tender flesh into tiny balls of pain.
Bob gloated above her as he watched the progress of his desire-
hardened cock in the roundly stretched little hole. It felt so tight and
good, he wished he'd done it to her before this. He watched the reddish
skin of the tiny clinging circle draw back with his prick, clutching at it
as if it didn't want him to come out. At first the pressure on his cock
had been unbearable, but now it was just right and exhilarating as it
throbbed hotly around it.
Then unexpectedly a low guttural wail began to seep out from Janet's
throat as without the slightest warning she began to feel a weird
masochistic spark deep within her, come to life. Her belly quivered with
a dully, at first, pleasure at what was happening and something about this
ghastly treatment released that hidden torrent of lust that lay buried
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