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1
The Last Straw
“When you get tired of that bullshit, give me a call. I’ll show you how a man should be treated,” Ginger had said a little too harshly, but she never minced words.
Jeff stood there silently. He just wanted to pay for his fuel and leave. He’d been attracted to Ginger since the day he first met her, but always forced himself to be true to the wife he loved. Recently, the relationship with the love of his life seemed to be filled with more hate than love. He and Carrie hadn’t fucked in months and it was wearing him down.
He’d always been true-blue to her, but she still jealously suspected him of affair after affair. She was depressed after her mother died, and Jeff just couldn’t seem to pull her out of it. He did laundry, he cooked and cleaned, he even began running their son to most of his ball games and practices—but none of it seemed to help. She just wasn’t happy, and now neither was Jeff, and his determination was wearing mighty thin at this point.
“So when you gonna be a man and tell her to put out or get out?” Ginger’s words shook him, but not as much as her low-cut blouse and tight pants that left no cleft to the imagination. She was hot, and always worked to get his attention. They’d been friendly for years, but since she’d figured out his marriage was shaky, she came on to him relentlessly. She wanted what the other gal didn’t.
“I promised her mother I’d take care of her,” Jeff said, shaking his head at his own weak excuse.
“Did her Momma know her daughter was a heartless bitch?” She was pushing all his emotional buttons and knew it.
“She’s not a bitch. She’s just depressed. I’ve got to give her time.”
“Much more time, and you can fuck her in heaven.” Ginger was laughing as she said it and leaning out over the counter exposing her milky-white cleavage that seemed to be trying to escape from the confines of her blouse. She finally gazed down into her shirt and gave a little sigh. “These things need attention.”
He struggled with the weight of the conversation. “Those will be the first to know…” he said a little wistfully, “when I finally give in. Right now, I’m still hanging on.”
“You’re hanging on to the wrong damn thing if you ask me. You deserve better.” Ginger, as always, scratched her phone number on a business card from the mini-mart counter and tucked it into his damp palm—squeezing suggestively as she did. “Call me when you’re tired of that shit.” She blew him a silent kiss and shooed him out the door.
It was hard enough being unwillingly celibate, but temptation like that was almost too much to take. The stirrings he felt were becoming more frequent, and he knew the battle to stay true would soon be lost. . He constantly fought the urge to fuck every female form he saw. He knew he was losing, though, because he could’ve picked any gas station on his ten mile drive home, but he always chose this one. At least he could see Ginger. … It was comforting to know that someone in this world still found him attractive, even if it meant that he had to endure her pointed barbs about his failing marriage.
In his miserable state, Jeff failed to realize that there were others in town who wanted to fuck him just as much as Ginger did; they were just too timid to come forward while he was still attached. A man that’s not looking fails to see—and a man that does not see fails to look. For Jeff, this was all about to change.
Jeff’s son had basketball camp this week and would be away from the house most of the time. Since there’d be plenty of alone time, Jeff had decided this would be the week things would change between him and his frigid bride. He’d planned it carefully.
“How about I throw a pork chop on the grill, Hon?” Jeff offered, flashing his usual smile.
“I’m not hungry,” came her emotionless response.
The words ground like glass on tender skin, but Jeff still tried to remain positive. “I could fix a tossed salad and stir-fry some chicken.”
“I’m not hungry!”
Mr. Nice Guy was tensing up and losing his cool now. “I’ve been as understanding as any man could be. I want to make your life easy. I want to make you happy more than anything in this world—but you won’t let me! I want to make things better, but you bash at me day-in and day-out. Just hear me out…please?”
Carrie rolled her eyes. Mr. Talkative just can’t leave well enough alone. “What?” she finally grunted, sounding completely bothered by being asked to respond.
“I know you don’t want to hear this, but I’m boiling over. I’m horny as a spring jack rabbit, Hon. I’ll do anything for you if you’ll just consider loving me again.” Jeff was quite careful with every word. He had no idea what was causing the rift between them, but he wanted it gone. He wanted his wife back. “I’ve hired ladies to clean the house. You can quit your job. I’ll cook every meal. I’ll clean up the mess. I’ll take you shopping for whatever, whenever, wherever. All you have to do is help raise our child and fuck your husband. That’s it.” He couldn’t believe he’d actually put it into words. He’d wanted to say it for so long, but hadn’t had the courage. Now that it was finally out, maybe she’d come to her senses.
Carrie’s disgust emanated from her in almost visible waves. “So I’m your whore?”
“Damn it, Carrie…I love you. I just don’t understand what the fuck is wrong with you.”
“Wrong with me? Just because I don’t want to fuck you, there’s something wrong with me?”
“Yeah,” Jeff mumbled, his fists grinding at his side and his normal self-control slipping. His whole life was bending before him, and things were changing fast. He had no control over the words coming out of his mouth. “I’m asking one more time…” he managed to growl, “will you allow me to clean house and serve dinner and care for your every need? Can I love you again, and get love in return?”
The wrinkle of her nose said even more than her words. “I guess I’ll clean house.” Her bitter words echoed in his brain.
An explosion of angry words raced around in Jeff’s head. His circuits were on overload and he was at a loss for what to do next. He could’ve beaten her senseless, but that would have solved nothing. He could’ve cried, but he was too angry. He could’ve done so many things…but he did nothing but stand there for a moment. Then, without saying a word, he walked straight to the liquor cabinet and poured himself the strongest drink he’d ever mixed and downed it in one gulp. He set the glass down and walked straight out the door and into the chill darkness of the night, his mind still whirling with angry, hurt words that would never be said.
He got in his car, slammed the door, and pulled out his cell phone. To his surprise, he dialed the number from the small white card still in his pocket. “Hello, Ginger? I’m tired of that shit—we on or what?”
Jeff wasted no time making his way to Ginger’s house and what he hoped was a warm, wet pussy waiting just for him. He desperately needed to be wanted by someone and this lustful little lass was just the ticket.
Ding-dong…the doorbell of Ginger’s apartment chimed like Big Ben. She’d barely made it. As soon as Jeff’s call ended, she’d feverishly prepared everything to show him just how much she wanted him. She’d put out a spread of cheeses and fruit, and all sorts of drinks were on ice in a bucket. The main course for the evening, her pussy, was wonderfully shaved and powdered to absolute perfection. She was a vision of perfectly prepared feminine lust.
Dangling earrings tickled the sides of her neck, helping to call attention to her high, lightly rouged cheeks. A slight diamond necklace dangled between her luscious breasts like an invitation. She wore fishnets beneath her scant skirt and they wrapped around her long legs the way every man who saw her imagined her legs wrapped around his waist.
She’d left nothing to chance, preparing every orifice for possible entry. Her lips were deliciously covered in a sultry gloss of cherry. Her well-tended cunt retained just enough curly friends to tickle her lover’s nose. And her tight little ass was blushed with a rosy flush and was ready for entry. Its little star-shaped kiss was already slippery and wanting. Whenever and however he wanted her, she’d be willing—and more importantly…ready.
The lips of her pussy were wet and swelled. She tickled her twat, warming it in anticipation of fucking the man shed’s pursued so blatantly for so long.
Jeff stood on the other side of her door pondering his appearance; finger inches from the doorbell. His snug khakis molded against his firm ass cheeks, and his muscular chest pushed at the buttons of his oxford shirt. It’d been weeks since he’d bothered to workout, but years of physical fitness had kept his body hard. Despite his thirty-five years, he thought he was still a nice hunk of man meat.
He’d taken the time to trim away the hairs near his manhood in anticipation of a steamy evening with Carrie, even though she’d always thought those hairs should be ignored. He’d wanted the evening to be special, though, and wanted her to know that he’d painstakingly pruned and plucked his pubes to showcase the rock-hard gift he’d prepared for her. His member was succulently slick and smooth and ready for action. He’d even applied a delicious minty cologne to complete his sexual package. At least all that preparation wasn’t for nothing. He was sure Ginger would appreciate every effort.
Ginger sniffed the air as the bell rang a second time.
Ummmm, delicious man smell.
“Give up, Dear,” he said, eyeing the site glass in the door. “You know it’s me. I’m calling your bluff, and I won’t go away.”
His words sent a tingly thrill down her spine to her cunt, adding to the excitement she already felt. She closed her eyes momentarily and imagined what was to come. She turned the knob and eased the door open, expecting the usual smile and hello from Jeff. Instead, a year’s worth of pent up desire drove him forward, and he pulled her roughly to him, a sultry look in his eyes.
He surprised her by kissing her hard, his forceful tongue invading her waiting mouth. She melted into him, relishing the warm embrace she’d waited so long to feel. Her fingernails dug into his dark hair and she rubbed her hungry clit on the huge bulge in his Khakis. She smiled and spoke with her lips still pressed to his and her hand caressing his hard cock, “You’ve been thinking about me.”
He wanted her so badly he was shaking. He devoured her fruit-glossed lips like the starving man he was. Humor was wasted on him at this point. The wolf was at the door, and he would not be denied. Ginger wondered where her tender Jeffrey had gone, but it was a fleeting thought that was quickly replaced by lust.
She was totally turned on by his need, his quaking at the touch of her, but she knew she had to take charge of the situation or it would all be over too fast. She pulled her mouth from his and drew a line down his neck with her tongue, nibbling her way southward. Her lips bounced over his washboard chest in their quest for his throbbing prize. She knew what to do and exactly how to do it. She’d daydreamed about his cock in her mouth for months. He’s finally here and I want him now! I need to slow this down. I’ve waited too long to let this be over in a few minutes of frantic fucking. I might not get a second chance.
She smiled when she saw dark spots where dribbles of precum had stained his pants, and paused to lick at them. She forced her delicate tongue against the pulsating shaft beneath the cloth, and earned a low moan for her efforts. Yes, he’s on the edge, it won’t take much to push him over. Need to pull him back a little, but I want his dick!
She tore at his zipper with her teeth, releasing the pressure on his imprisoned dick; setting it free. She was pleased to find he wore no underwear, and his unencumbered manhood exited the opening, throbbing and sticky. She looked up into Jeff’s eyes, taking in the moment just like she’d pictured it so many times. She slid the tip of her tongue up his shaft and kissed the drops gathered at the top. With a sultry glance for his benefit, she engulfed his cock in one giant mouthful, aggressively pulling it in and out of her warm, wet mouth with long slippery strokes.
The hell with slowing him down! I want his cum, and he wants to give it to me! She pounded harder, taking his entire length into her throat. Suppressing a gag, she pushed even farther, rocking her head against his tensed muscles. She felt him shudder, and shudder again. The head of his cock swelled in her mouth as wave after wave of energy brought loads of cum to fill his shaft. A stifled growl left his lips as he rammed himself forward and quivered in pure ecstasy. Another cry filled the room as he gave in to her motions and a jolt of cum left his cock and filled her throat. He could feel her swallowing against his shaft as another shot hit the roof of her mouth. Yet another pushed out onto her lips as she let the head slide out onto her face, still pumping sticky cum as it went. She smiled triumphantly, her face dripping. She’d waited a long time for that.
Jeff smiled and calmly said, “Hello, Ginger. Nice to see you.”
Ginger’s plan, though slightly flawed, worked. The raging beast that greeted her at the door had been subdued for the moment. The whole scene had taken place at the door, and now she was finally able to shut it. Apparently no one had walked past, or they’d still be standing there taking in the view.
After a brief cleanup, the two found themselves at the kitchen table, refueling for what both hoped would be a rigorous evening. A few martinis and some fresh fruit would help make this a perfect night.
“So what’re you going to tell your wife?”
“As you might have guessed, I don’t plan to tell her anything. If she finds out, I don’t really give a damn. I’ve been so horny for so long…I feel like I could explode.”
Ginger grinned. This, she already knew.
“I just want a woman to enjoy sex. Is that so much to ask? Goddamn…it feels great. What’s the big deal? My wife cums like a racehorse and then thinks ‘whew…glad that’s over.’ I don’t get it.”
“I do,” Ginger said casually. Jeff stopped his ranting and looked at her, waiting for her to enlighten him. She had her legs propped up on the table and chair, and her lovely privates were staring back at him. Jeff did a double-take. What was that in the middle of her glorious cunt? God, it was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. The tender leaves, stem and hint of red flesh of a strawberry were just visible between the slippery lips. The fruit was clamped ever so delicately by the muscles of her juicy cunt.
Jeff couldn’t believe his eyes and the previous conversation was forgotten completely. “Damn, I’m hungry.”
2
No Rest for the Wicked
Not you again,” Ginger said through the partly open door, then giggled.
Jeff smiled in return and pushed the door open. She quickly gave him a playful kiss and pinched his ass, taking note of the teepee in his pants. “I see you’ve been thinking of me again.”
“Nearly all day. Where’s the produce?” he asked, giving her one of his most radiant smiles.
“No produce for you, Mr. Happy-pants,” Ginger said with wry smile, as she motioned him to the couch. “but I might have a surprise for you.”
Jeff really wasn’t into surprises, but he figured he’d need to be just to make certain he could keep getting into her pants. “What kind of surprise?”
“You remember Robin, don’t you? She’s the one who used to help me down at the store. We’ve been best friends for years.”
Jeff searched his memory for a Robin down at the minimart. “Blonde chick, big tits?”
“You men are all the same. Yes, the one with big tits. She and I have been talking lately, and she doesn’t believe me when I tell her about you.”
Jeff was losing patience. “Believe you about what?”
“She doesn’t think you can fuck for three hours.”
“Ha…on an off night, but four’s closer to my usual.”
“That’s what I mean. She doesn’t believe me.”
“So what’re you going to do…film us?”
“No.”
Jeff was starting to catch on. “You mean you’re giving me permission to fuck your friend for three hours?”
“No, silly. We’re fucking her for three hours.”
An anxious laugh left his lips. “Damn, when can we meet her?”
“She’ll be here in fifteen.” A lewd grin came to her face as she stared into Jeff’s eager eyes. “But first, come with me. We need to clean you up.”
“I’m clean. You know that.”
“Trust me on this one. You need to be ready.” She paused and let the information soak in. “She’ll have toys.”
“Far out! Chicks with toys are up my alley.”
“Bad choice of words, Jeffrey. All the toys won’t be for us. You’ll be playing, too.”
“Jesus, really?” The fear in his voice was evident.
“Let’s clean you up.”
Ten minutes later, Jeff had experienced yet another new sensation thanks to Ginger. One thing was certain, the growling animal who’d walked into Ginger’s apartment had been considerably tamed by the actions in the bathroom. He felt like much of his manhood had been flushed down the toilet along with the pint of warm water. “That’s weird as hell, Ginger.”
“Not as weird as what’s coming up.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Jeff looked down at his softened dick. Three hours of women playing with me?
“Stop worrying, already. One look at Robin and that dick of yours will stand up and beg.”
“Good…I need inspiration.”
Like clockwork, the doorbell rang and Jeff’s nuts drew up at the sound. What the hell am I doing here? He’d thought this whole thing through several times by now, and the only thing keeping him from getting the hell out of there was sheer excitement and the thought of an unknown woman bringing naughty-nasty toys to play with him. His curiosity was up, even if his cock wasn’t.
Robin didn’t wait for Ginger to answer the door. She turned the knob and strolled in like a doctor on a house-call. The sheer confidence displayed on her part was enough to excite man or beast. Her blonde hair met the black leather trench coat she’d tied snuggly around her waist. He glanced down and saw only high heels and dark nylons clinging to her ankles beneath the swaying coattails. Without a sound, she tugged the knot and the coat dropped to the floor, revealing only leather and lace beneath. Jeff’s memory had been good. Her tits were perfect, her body hard. At forty, she was fucking hot—and she knew it.
She sat a large leather tool bag on the table and sauntered up to Jeff. “You must be Wonderstud,” she said, grabbing him by the crotch with a growl. She expected Jeff to wilt from this assault, but his recent experiences had prepared him well.
“That’s Mr. Wonderstud to you, babe.”
Robin glanced at Ginger, still holding tightly to his member. “Oh, he’s a fun one. Three hours—was that the given time?”
Before Ginger could answer, Jeff had taken hold of Robin’s womanhood and smiled, staring straight into her eyes. “Three hours if you’re nice. Not nice, and it’ll be four.”
“Oh, he is fun, Ginger! Let’s fuck him!”
Ginger had already begun unbuttoning her blouse. She knew Robin enjoyed watching that particular display, having played this game a time or two before. “Ginge, hon—those are as beautiful as ever.” Jeff agreed and gave her nipples a light tonguing. “That’s it, Mr. Wonderstud—get yourself all horny. We’re gonna have fun with you.”
Jeff was totally turned on by all the flesh and perfume and woman-smell filling his nose. He turned back to Robin, who was still standing there arrogant as hell, pushing her breasts forward for his inspection. As her black lace bra slipped to the floor, Jeff gazed at the wondrous perfection of her rosy nipples. Each plump breast flowed toward him as his mouth watered. He sucked each one into his mouth in succession, swirling the nipples to wonderfully firm points. He felt them warm and harden as soon as his lips pulled them in. This woman is hot.
“You two are making me horny,” Ginger said, rubbing at her panties. “The bed’s this way…we’re wasting valuable minutes of our three hours.”
“Four,” growled Jeff. He stood quickly and headed for the bedroom, leaving his ladies giggling with anticipation.
Robin grabbed her bag and wrapped an arm around Ginger’s waist. “Thanks for inviting me, babe. What a riot!”
The two found Jeff already buck-naked and laying on the bed, hard-on pointing to the sky. “Tick, tick, tick,” he jested. “Who’s first?”
Ginger looked to Robin with a sly grin. Robin smiled in return. They knew what they wanted to do. They approached the bed, one on each side, then came together above Jeff and gave each other a long, slow kiss. Then their eyes traveled down Jeff’s body and came to a stop at his hardened dick. What they had in mind would excite him to no end.
They leaned in again, but this time when their lips met, it was on either side of Jeff’s cummy cock. He’d been hard long enough to expel a few drops of precum, and both eyed it as they pulled their lips down his shaft simultaneously—their lips sometimes touching, others slipping through Jeff’s salty, slippery lust.
With a wink, Ginger pushed her head into his pelvis and sucked one of his balls into her mouth, moaning to bring him to full attention. She’d earned every bit of his attention until Robin took hold of his throbbing shaft. Her mouth slid effortlessly over his manhood as she began thrusting her hand down his cock aggressively. He’d held strong for quite some time, trying to ignore the perfect sensations engulfing him, but Ginger took it up another notch when she hiked one leg high and pushed the tender lips of her pussy right into his nose. He groaned in complete satisfaction. As he sucked every ounce of femininity from her, his cock was begging to let go. Cum swelled within him and his dick throbbed with unfulfilled pleasure. He was nearly there.
Then they stopped.
Fuck! “Jesus, you sure can make a man horny. One of you needs cum, I just know it.”
“Hold your horses, Mr. Wonderstud,” chided Robin. “Time for toys.”
So much for paradise found. What the hell do these chicks want?
Robin rummaged through her goodie bag until she found just what she was looking for. It was small and thin, and ever so smooth. Jeff winced at the sight of it. “Tell me that’s for one of you.”
“Oh, no, Mr. Wonderstud, this little teaser is for you.” She placed her finger on the end of it and a gentle hum came from within. “Trust me, sweetheart, I wouldn’t hurt you.”
Ginger decided to play tutor. “Let me show you how it’s done.” She dug into Robin’s special bag of tricks and found a large bottle of slippery gel, which she liberally applied to the hideous toy. “Watch,” she said, turning herself to him and spreading her legs wide and high. She rubbed the tiny tickler over her swelling pussy for effect and eased it lower. She swirled it round and round her tense, tight little bud and pushed gently against the taught muscles. She allowed the vibrations to pulsate the soft tissues of her ass cheeks, a quiver echoing through her as a whimper left her lips.
“You don’t have to ram it home, Jeff. Just tease it a little,” Robin said as Ginger continued her gyrations, smiling with satisfaction.
Of course, Robin had two of these naughty toys with her, and she let Jeff know it was about to be his turn. Jeff thought she probably had every color option available in every size and bought lubricant by the drum. As she shook the little sword at him, she said, “Well, Mr. Wonderstud, let’s play.”
Jeff was beside himself, but strangely, he was also intrigued. He’d come to the conclusion that anything a chick could handle, he could too—but he still wasn’t real cool with the idea. With a shaky smile, he tried to fake confidence by bantering with Robin. “Take me!” He said and leaned back against the headboard, legs spread wide. Robin gazed back at Ginger, her legs still wide, all her glory shining with moisture from her desires. When she looked back at Jeff, she chuckled and said, “It’ll sure look better in her than in your hairy ass.”
“Better get to it, Bitch, before I pound every hole you’ve got.”
“Ooooh, such spirit!” Robin said, as she lubed her tantalizing toy. She eased it up to his tightly pinched sphincter. She too rubbed it round and round, lubing the entire perimeter. The smooth tip pushed into the little star of his ass and he squirmed and tried to evade the would-be intruder. “Ease up, Big Boy… relax.”
Jeff just realized he’d been flipped to the other side of the sexual coin. He was the one being poked and prodded by someone anxious and horny and impatient who wanted more than he thought he wanted to give.
Just then, she pressed the end of the little dildo, and it buzzed to life.
Buzzzzzzz.
It shook him to the core. From his asshole to his brain, his body vibrated through and through. “Jesus, woman…that tickles.”
“Should I stop?” His warming smile told her the answer was no, so she pushed. His body recoiled, squirming to pull away. She eased down to his ear and whispered gently, “Push against it. Pushhhhh,” she hissed. He did, and swish—into his ass it went, buzzing all the way.
“Oh fuck…oh…that’s wild. Oh, damn, woman. Suck my dick.”
She knew she had him now, so she kissed her way to a giant trail of precum, and sucked it up like syrup. Jeff’s cock disappeared into her warm, wet mouth, and all the while his ass quivered from the toy’s erotic buzz. She slid her hand up and down his cock relentlessly, her mouth catching every drop of precum as it emerged. She looked at Ginger, who was now nearly cuming with the movements of her hand on her clit and the buzzing of the vibrator deep within her ass.
“I want to cum,” she moaned back at Robin.
Robin again took charge, claiming the prize for herself. “I want his first vibrator cum in my mouth.”
Ginger was twisting around on the bed. “Oh, me too. I want to cum so bad…” She lifted her leg over Jeff’s head, slipped the vibrator from her ass and slid down onto his face, spreading the lips of her cunt wide for him. “I want to cum…I want his cum. I want cum, cum, oh shit I want cum.”
Robin was in the height of her glory. Two different people were cuming in her presence and it would soon be her turn. As she watched Ginger rock and sway on Jeff’s face, she felt him letting go. She rammed harder on his dick sucking for all she was worth. She pounded harder as Ginger called out for cum, the lips of her pussy quivering on Jeff’s nose. With a hard upward jolt, he gave way, calling out into the wetness of Ginger’s pussy, now raging with orgasm, too.
Cum erupted from his dick in torrents as he groaned in ecstasy. He pumped hot cum into Robin’s waiting lips as she sucked up every drop; saving it all in the confines of her already wet mouth. As the sperm pulsed into her, she shook her hand at her own clit, rubbing furiously on her dripping wet panties. She pulled her lips from his dick and slid against Ginger, who was still in the grinds of her climax. Their tits met in a warm embrace as she pushed her lips onto Ginger’s and shared the slippery reward she’d just earned. Drops of cum slid down their faces and coated their breasts. One last wave took Ginger and she fell from Jeff’s grinding tongue, her cum slicking his face and chest.
He was up in a flash, throwing Robin down onto the bed and roughly mounting her. He tugged the tiny member from his ass, tossed it across the room and lifted Robin’s legs nearly to her ears. His cock continued to ram home, spreading her lips and pounding her ass with his nuts. She was caught by surprise and gasped as she took in his full length. She regained her composure quickly, though, and pushed against every throb of his dick, furiously working at her clit as she did. Although he had come, his dick was still rock-hard with energy as he shook from head to toe. She could feel the waves start coming, and her eyes rolled in pleasure. Ginger leaned forward and pressed her tongue into Robin’s ear, calling for her to cum… “Cum for me…”
And she did. By now, one of Robin’s hands was tearing at the bedspread while the other was three fingers deep into Ginger’s sopping pussy. She felt her muscles spasm, clinching the dick within.
“Fuck me,” she cried, as another wave jolted through her. Jeff lifted her pelvis high in the air and pushed as deep as his cock would reach, sending her over the edge. Her body melted into the bed, spent and satisfied. As her fingers fell from the warm confines of Ginger’s dripping pussy, Jeff spoke up.
“I suppose you ladies are tired. Why don’t you lay back and relax a minute while I suck those pussies.” He looked down at his watch. “We still have over two hours left.” Both nodded in agreement, still panting from their recent ordeal. “Oh, and Robin…” he said, “your ass is next.”
She quickly grabbed another dildo and a handful of lube. “Since you’re down there…” She gazed back over at Ginger, still smiling and panting. “Now I believe you.”
Jeff grabbed the tiny dildo from Robin as she wiped lube on her ass. He took no time pushing it home, going deep within the spongy tightness of her ass. He pushed its little button, sending it and her into gyrations. He then focused on her sopping pussy. With a hungry growl, he pushed his face into her well-fucked twat and sucked for all he was worth.
His efforts earned him a mouthful of her feminine juices. He sucked them in and held them, savoring the deliciousness of their lust. He glanced over at Ginger, her pussy lying in want, her face envious of the attention he was giving Robin. Without swallowing, he rolled off Robin and dug his face into Ginger’s lonely cunt, again sucking at the juices. Robin was disappointed by his sudden departure, but took comfort from the buzzing dildo in her ass. She watched as Jeff, his mouth full of their combined cum, slid closer to Ginger’s face, still wet with perfectly delivered sperm. He gave her a deep kiss, sharing the treasure he’d collected and mingling it with the cum already in her mouth.
His cock was stiff again, and he knew from experience this erection was the one these two wanted. An excited man comes quickly the first time—the second time was about to give his lovely tormenters a pounding worthy of their wait. He could feel the inner beast arriving to meet the occasion.
As the pheromones raged from body to body and skin to skin, a primal urge was building in him like nothing he’d ever felt before. An edge of anger had crept in—his manhood had been insulted by a woman who’d just pushed a dildo in his ass. His mind was working overtime as rage and lust grew in tandem within him. These bitches will pay!
Ginger was beneath him, mesmerized by the heat of the moment, her tender breasts filling his gaze. He ground is face into them, biting at their soft tissues. She yelped in pleasured pain as her nipples swelled upward. His dick slid effortlessly into her swollen, wet pussy, and he hammered it home. Both tits shook as her hands grabbed hold of his ass, pulling his shaft deeper. She licked at the juices still on his face as he pounded her into orgasm. He showed no signs of stopping as wave after wave of energy shook her. She gasped for air, almost crying in ecstasy.
As her body melted into the bed, he took aim again at Robin, now tickling furiously at her clit—dildo still warming the confines of her ass. With a sultry stare, Jeff growled, “On your knees!”
She wasted no time obliging. In seconds, she was on all fours, her back arched in wanton display. Even in his rage, Jeff marveled at the firm perfection of her ass. Those hard cheeks needed hammering.
He slid in behind and pushed his cock home in one quick motion. She jumped in surprise as his long cock hit bottom and his abdomen hammered against the still-buzzing dildo. The harder he rammed, the deeper the dildo embedded. Each jolt was both delectable in her pussy and painful in her ass, and Jeff knew it. He rammed harder and harder, beating the dildo into the softness of her insides. He hoped to make it disappear into the cringing, quivering confines of her ass. She deserved this. She’d dominated him for a moment, and now she would pay.
His erection was still rock-solid and her pain only fueled the fires of his lust. Pound, pound, pound…
By now, tears were falling down Robin’s face and onto the pillow. She was somewhere between orgasm and shock. For the first time in her life, her aggressive sexual behavior was coming back to haunt her.
Pound, pound, pound. Jeff was relentless.
“Are you ready to pull that hunk of plastic out of your ass, Bitch?” he growled, still grinding at the lips of her pussy.
Robin could hardly speak. Submission had taken hold long ago and she both hated and loved what he was doing to her. Stop, but don’t stop. Oh, ouch, oh… Jeff made one last thrust that she thought would split her through and through. She cringed at his growl of satisfaction. She thought he’d cum, but she wasn’t that lucky.
Ginger was visibly shaken by the madman they’d created. She watched in lust and horror as he mercilessly fucked her friend. It almost looked like rape. Did she want this to end or continue? Jeff was the one in control, and his temper was rising.
“Ginger!” he demanded, “We need a bigger dildo.”
She shook at his command, but worried she might be his next victim. Plus, she still couldn’t tell if Robin liked this or if she was too afraid to tell him to stop.
“Now!”
She nervously dug through the bag of toys while Robin’s fuck-a-thon continued. The poor girl had spent twenty minutes almost cuming and almost passing out at the same time. Her body shook and her orifices were stretched to the limit. She was in a different world where pain and pleasure meshed into one experience. She quivered in frantic, yet lustful shock. If she came, it would be like nothing she’d ever experienced.
“Now, damnit!”
Ginger dug into the bag and handed him an enormous dildo. It was the only one left in the bag. She worried as she timidly handed it to him. He took it, but continued thrusting like a jackhammer.
“So…you ready to take out this little toy?” he teased. “Please,” she whimpered, her face still mashed into the
pillow.
“Good,” he growled as he glanced over at Ginger, who was visibly shaken by his behavior. He stopped his pounding long enough to tug the little dildo from her ass. Robin moaned at the pleasant feeling of its departure.
“Ginger, get over here. You’re helping on this.” His words were final and relentless.
Ginger worried that she’d be inserting this dastardly hunk of vibrating plastic into her friend’s ass, but that wasn’t the plan. Jeff had other ideas. With yet another animal-like growl, he groaned, “Open up and say ah…..”
With that, he pulled his dick from her swollen pussy and pushed it into her quivering ass. Her eyes opened wide in amazement. Her relief at the loss of the dildo was replaced by the sudden sensation of her asshole stretching to its limit to admit Jeff’s huge cock. “Ahhh!” she cried, tears streaming down her face again.
“That’s it. baby. Cry for Papa.”
With his dick fully implanted into her abused and sore ass, he gave Ginger his instructions. “Turn that thing on its highest setting and let’s fuck her into the next century.”
Somehow, Ginger was turned on by this. The simple thought of fucking someone into the next century excited her. Her hands nervously lubed the object in her hands as she watched Jeff’s rock-hard dick ramming Robin’s ass.
She knew the huge vibrating member in her control would be the finishing touch to send her friend over the edge and beyond. She pressed the button and it came to life. Timing her movements with Jeff’s powerful thrusts, she pressed the vibrating member against the swollen pussy lips in front of her. It slid in, but that was too easy, so she rammed it home, allowing it to vibrate in place for a few seconds before matching the rhythm of the cock ramming above it.
Ginger could feel the jolts from the thrusts of Jeff’s cock above the invader she worked in and out of her friend’s juicy pussy. He could feel the vibrations of her efforts, too, through the thin membrane separating them. The sensation! His thrusts increased in their fury, pounding harder and harder into that delectable ass.
By now, Robin’s orifices had accepted what had been forced into them, and her excitement was building. Her ass lifted to greedily pull in more of Jeff’s cock, and her pussy vibrated with a life of its own, gripping the fake dick tight as Ginger drove it in and out. Her ass squeezed around Jeff’s cock, and the fluids created by all this excitement slid down her legs in delectable streams. Her hand shook and rubbed at her clit, adding this sensation to the ass pounding and vibrating fuck she was getting. She was going to come like a fucking whore and loved it.
Then her climax hit. Wave after wave shook her body as cries of satisfaction edged with pain escaped her lips. This was too much, even for Wonderstud, and Jeff pounded her even harder driving the cum up from his balls so he could fill her ass to overflowing. Not to be left out, Ginger pulled the huge dildo from Robin’s still cuming pussy and rammed it into her own, frantically working it in and out to bring on her own shattering climax.
All three of them fell into a molten pile. Cum mingled with sweat and stuck to the linens, but no one noticed or cared. The sexual beast in all of them was, for the moment, tamed.
3
Shock Waves
The events that unfolded during the weeks after Jeff’s “get-even” sex were lust-filled and depraved. Jeff was so overwhelmed with the opportunities of sexual enterprise that he could barely function. He’d become a sex machine, and even Ginger was starting to wonder how she could ever satisfy his insatiable appetite. His years of suppressed desire seemed to be let loose in the aftermath of his and Carrie’s argument.
A man who doesn’t care is indescribably dangerous, and he was a fine example of this theory. For him, no woman was a lady. NO. They were all targets, and his morals were nowhere in sight.
Meanwhile, Carrie sat most days with her head in her hands at the kitchen table wondering where her life had gone Everyday she sank lower into depression and her timid lifestyle had stifled every ounce of energy she had. She was done. She was tired. She was at the complete and opposite end of the spectrum from Jeff and she was just now realizing it.
As she sat at the table on yet another day, she cried into a dinner napkin. She’d begun to see the repercussions of her actions. Depression or no depression, her marriage was going down the drain and a man that had once carried the torch of love for her had made an abrupt and blatant change.
Mr. Nice Guy had vanished, and when she finally did see her husband’s fleeting form go flying through the house, he was merely a shell of the man he used to be. During these few weeks, Jeff had cast away his former life. He had tossed aside any inhibitions he’d ever had and was exploring every sexual avenue that presented itself.
He was no longer a loving husband. He’d become an artist at hitting on women. What he found in those few weeks amazed him and fueled the fires of his lust. He wanted sex now, and damned if he gave a shit what Carrie thought. She’d had her chance many times over. She’d once had a man groveling at her feet, worshipping her every move, but she’d pissed it away. He no longer needed her occasional tender touch—he needed the heat of passion—and he found it all over the place.
He couldn’t believe it’d been right under his nose all those lost years. He was intent on making up for lost time. Quite frankly, he fucked everything in his path, and he fucked it well. Between the pent-up desire and the liberal flow of alcohol he consumed, he was spiraling as fast upward and away from depression as his wife was spinning down.
She was on the brink of disaster. Her depression had hit rock bottom. What have I done? she asked herself, filling the napkin with yet another hundred tears. Her nearly perfect lifestyle had smashed to the ground with the intensity of a phantom jet. Life had changed like she’d never imagined it could. What am I going to do?
It was at that moment the realization hit her — the problem in her life wasn’t Jeff. Her problem wasn’t some woman somewhere giving him what he wanted. The problem wasn’t the fact that she wasn’t giving her husband the love he wanted. The problem was her unhappiness. She now knew she had to make a change. Why live in depression? Why let the world rule my life? This is my life, damn it! It’s mine to live like I want. What she wanted was her life back.
Damn this turmoil! Damn this mess! How can I regain myself? How can I make a change in life before it’s too late to save my marriage? What—am I gonna do? Her questions were almost enough to depress her back into submission.
For the first time in six months, Carrie grabbed her Walkman and raced out the door. Months ago she’d exercised. Months ago she’d listened to music. Months ago she’d eagerly met every single day with enthusiasm. Maybe…just maybe…it wasn’t too late. Maybe she could still keep the man of her dreams. But it would be no easy task. This seemed like the first step toward feeling happy again, and for the first time months Carrie made a conscience effort to move forward.
Meanwhile, Jeff hadn’t yet reached that same epiphany. He was still in fuck-me mode and pushed himself on every female he found. His actions were incorrigible. As Carrie jogged her way to a positive attitude, Jeff drank and fucked his way into enough pants to fill a department store. And he liked it.
He sat in arrogant comfort on a barstool and raised his voice to a woman nearby. “Say, you know her dress is prettier than yours?”
“What?” Again, when a man doesn’t care, he’s a danger to all.
“You heard me. In fact, she’s playing your whole game. I’m not sure I’d tolerate her attitude if I were you. She looks bitchy. But she’s pretty.”
Believe it or not, this cocky attitude worked. The less he seemed to care for the gals he talked with, the more of them he bagged. There was no trace of Mr. Nice Guy left anymore. Dr. Jeckyl had beat the old system, and this new system worked well. The less he cared, the more deadly he became.
Weird things happened hand-over-fist. Plainly, he fucked like a black snake…and often. Just as Ginger thought she’d tamed the sweet beast, he began to careen out of control and do every woman in his path. She could no longer control his lust. It was just too big a monster.
Carrie made a decision. As she jogged, she pulled out her cell phone. “Hey, Julia—got time for a quick lunch?”
4
Are you being served?
God, I hope Julia doesn’t make too much fun of me for this, Carrie thought as she waited for her perpetually late friend at their favorite restaurant. I hope she’ll realize I’m serious.