0 comments/ 40837 views/ 4 favorites Four into One By: rustysheriffsbadge Hands. Strong, wet and slippery hands. Pulling, tugging, probing her places. How many hands, 4?, no 6. Oh god, 8 pair of hands, everywhere. Pulling hair, around her throat, fingers in her mouth, and fingers in her g-string. How did she get here how did she let this happen. Why did she let this happen? Did she want it to stop! Yes, no, NO! The consequences of saying no. Would the word be heard, would they listen. Did she want them to hear? Did she say it, yes, but it was whispered, it was in-audible, it was meant to be no. but it came out as Nnnnn...ohhhhhh, nnnnnnnn, ahhhhhh. She dropped her clutch bag and her belongings spilled out onto the floor. Two hands gripped firmly around her throat and a tongue, slender and moist forced between her gasping mouth. No words could be spoken that would be understood, the strong, lashing tongue was sliding deeper, ever so deeper into her mouth, down her throat, will it end, its fantastically large. Christ, how deep could it go into her cunt, it was big enough to fuck like a cock. Hands and fingers from behind, forcing their way over her tits, between the chest of cock-tongue. They tugged at the buttons to her low plunging blouse. The buttons were not easy to un-do and the frantic hands mauled at her tits and furiously tore apart the blouse. Her skin touched cock-tongue's chest, warm, sweaty – his tongue rolling around her mouth, flicking against the tip of her tongue like it was her red, swelled clit. Fingers found her nipples. Nipples like cherries, flushing pink and now red. You could hang keys off her nipples. Padded bras could still not hide these spectacular nipples, they were an embarrassment sometimes. Nipples that men (and women) could bite with their back teeth. Fingers tweaked, twisted and milked them. Fingers were always surprised at their size and play-time lasted a lot longer because of this. Hands moved from her tits and dragged the blouse from around her shoulders and down her arms, like a straight-jacket. She was trapped between the two guys and now even more vulnerable because she was imprisoned, immobile. Teeth bit into her shoulder, her neck, from behind, not painful the point between pain and ecstasy. Shivers down her spine. Hands back on her tits, gripped the front of her cups and pulled down., Her 36-C's jumped out, and was squashed against cock-tongues chest. Fuck, her tits, no her nipples were rigid and were pressing against his hard chest and his nipples were hard. Raging nipples kissing each other. Cock-tongue let go of her throat, still fucking her mouth, and his hands slid down over bare tummy and around her back and down to her ass. Hands between her and the vampire behind her. Cock-tongue pulled her hard and close to him. She could feel his hard man-tool prodding against her mound, even through her short cotton skirt. It was broad, it was long. It was jammed against her from her opening to her blue diamond pierced belly button and beyond. She gulped, not gasped, as she realised this was large, it would stretch, it would push her cunt lips inside her when it was force into her neat tidy quim. The thought shocked her to the realisation that to be fucked by this tool would be an attack on her senses, mentally and physically, but there were another 3 cocks to contend with also. She did not have time to dwell on the coming events, as now hands gripped the inside of her thighs, two hands on each leg, pulled her legs apart. She did not fall because she was sandwiched between cock-tongue and vampire. Fingers found the zipper on the side of her mini-skirt and dragged it down, fast. The skirt opened and was ripped off and slung against the far wall. She was trapped. Legs agape, tits out and squashed, arms imprisoned behind her back. And now, shed felt another rigid cock, bulging against her ample bare ass. Her ass was not fat, it was plump which rippled when she was being scuttled, it could be gripped and ridden like the finest mare. Many times her men had fucked her ass cheeks without knowing they were not in her cunt and off-loaded all over her back and up the crack of her arse. She made the noises along with her men so as not to make them feel silly should they realise they'd had in fact just wanked and not fucked. When they rolled over, exhausted, she'd had to finish herself off – "fucking stupid drunk wanker bastards" she'd panted to her self when she juddered and released her girl's juice. Vampire gripped her wrists and guided her hands to his bulge. He pushed her hands up and down, up and down, down underneath his crotch to where his balls hung. He had jeans on; still she could feel the iron-hard balls, taught against his jeans. He must be in pain, his balls must fucking ache as they were being crushed inside his jeans. She gripped his balls, balls behind her, she had to release them. Vampire knew he did not have to coax her any further. Her fingers found his zipper and dragged it down. Then up to the button, fumbling, pulling, it was difficult, but it gave. Flesh on flesh. Vampire did not have any underwear on. A pleasant surprise. Her hands slid into his jeans. His rigid, iron hard cock was wet. He was aroused, excited and his cock was dribbling his clear cock juice. He bit harder into her shoulder and she could feel him shudder with delight, of expectation. Down her hand slipped. One hand rubbed up and down his shaft, the other found his balls and cupped them, no, she could only cup one, and they were enormous. She quivered with passion. He must hold gallons of bulls-milk. Oh, god, oh Christ, she thought. Oh god, don't make me drink it all, all that was stored in those huge, smooth balls. Smooth? She palmed them again. No underwear and no hair. He's got smooth, shaved balls, nice. Very nice, she really liked to be tea-bagged. Smothered in man scented sack. She felt a cold trickle down her right inner thigh. She was leaking she-cum, no, she was almost pissing she-cum. She was now intoxicated on the thoughts that were swirling around her head. She was weak and the guys felt her legs give way. Cock-tongue pressed her hard against vampire, even tighter to stop her from falling. The pressure made her arse cheeks gape and the iron rod of vampire sunk into them. She could feel his head at the lower dimples of her back. He was also large. Not as big as cock-tongue, but she knew she would be gaping after taking just these two. Without warning, cock-tongue released her and stepped backwards away from her. He looked at her, up and down, slowly. His eyes burning her like a sunbed, covering her form, looking at her cherries, rigid, pointing rudely at the world, no they were shouting at the world – "bite us, lick us, twist us, tug us, hard, and pinch us. Then, a hand pulled her knickers down, right down to her ankles, down her black hold up stockings, down to her orange high heels. Her knickers matched to colour of her heels. Art, pure erotic art. Where's a camera when you need one. Take a close up and try to get the glint of she-cummed damp g-string knickers draping around black stockings and orange heels. The hands around her thighs gripped tighter and then one slid down to her calves the other hand on each leg up to the crease of her arse and she was lifted into the air, stirrup fashion. But her legs were bound by the knickers around her ankles. Cock tongue bit them at the damp gusset and pulled them away. He was looking directly into her eyes, she was hypnotised. He held her moist knickers and licked at her she-cumm, running the full gusset over his tongue. She quivered again, or was it her quim that quivered. Whatever it was she released, one of the hands almost lost hold because of the mass of lubricating fluid that was running down her thigh. Vampire pulled off her restraining blouse to release her arms and she folded them around the necks of the two very supportive guys, whom up until now were only stage-hands in this drama. Further apart her legs were pulled and each of the stage hands now supported a leg in each arm. Then their other hands slid to her quim. They did not enter her; they did not penetrate her glistening peach petal cunt. They spread their fingers up the side of each cunt flap and pulled her open, pulled her apart. She felt a cold draught run over her hot steamy pussy and deep into the now gaping hole of her most secret part. Now she was supported by the stage-hands, she moved both her hands down to their packages. The guy on the right was standing to attention and the front of his thin cotton trousers was damp. She rubbed him and felt his hands grip her tightly in appreciation. The guy on the left was a surprise, his member was not long, it felt about maybe 5 to 6 inches, but holy shit, it was wide, it was very wide, it had a massive girth. She was flashed with the image of an aubergine, stumpy but wide. Fuck, it may bung her up, not fit, rip her – she fucking gulped at this. She could handle length, could handle watching her belly button rise and fall when huge long lengths of cock where doing her when she was laid on her back on top of her men. But fat, wide widths of cock cramped her quim and she did not often cum. It was not fair, that the fat cocks could spill their contents into her stretched hole, her pussy muscles gripping that fat, veined cock, giving her man even more pleasure whilst she was in the flux of pleasure – pain and all too often she was distracted by the final stabbing jabs of the fat cock spurting into her that she lost the desire to cum. Only to roll over and give out the loudest pussy fart, followed by the ejection of gallons of bulls milk onto the bed, or his belly from her stretched gash, which was sometime the size of an open mouth and took ages to close again. She got her own back one time when she was being doubled by two fellas. A big fatty cock and a Joe-public. Fatty ripped her apart and finished quickly – no staying power. The other guy crawled on top and started pumping into fresh air. Her gash was still wide open and he didn't touch the sides. Silly fuckers. She undid the guy's zippers and worked free both their cocks. Vampire moved his loins and suddenly his cock flicked out underneath her and rested, no, wedged itself in between her pulled open pussy lips. Lips, they were not your normal lips, not dangling and flappy. Her lips were petite, neatly tucked away; in fact at first glance most men thought she did not have any. Her cunt was just so neat; one guy asked if it was a designer-vagina. No chance, but if there was an award for minimalist piss-flaps she'd win it. Smooth and finely contoured it was, and very well maintained, no hairs down there to tickle your tongue, just a small shaved triangle on her mound. The rest bare, and fresh and womanly scenty. But when fingers came a-calling, or even better, a probing, long (and hopefully wide) tongue started lapping; her side lips would redden and swell, closing her pussy and making it even tighter than it already was, but oh god, the clit. This clit would pop out of nowhere. Ruddy red, flushed, hot and chewable. Her clit was the size of her cherry nips. Everyone, yes, women included could not leave it alone. Vampire spread his legs and gained a better position for his cock. She could feel his bell-end ridge on her clit. Cock-tongue caught her attention by dropping his trousers, to reveal his clingy white cotton boxers. There, pooping out the top was a fucking large lolly-pop. That's the first thing that she thought. His cock was 9 or 10 inches and slender. But his cock end was just fucking massive. A long length of man-flash with a huge and very red head. He dropped his boxers and kicked them off and immediately got down on his knees. He moved towards her, his head going straight for her love scented quim. He placed the palm of his hands around the underside of her arse – he must be touching vamps cock and balls. The stage hands pulled her even wider now. She started rubbing their shafts, gripping hard and pulling the foreskin over their both slippery cock ends. Cock-tongues head was moving back and forth and she could hear slurping sounds. But she could feel nothing. Had the hands numbed her pussy lips. Was her clit too cold? Then she realised. He was licking vamps length, had to be, as she could feel his cock rim against her clit. She gasped, she did not expect this type of show, she was expecting a brutal, but consentingly brutal fuck-fest. She was panting, her mouth was dry, and she looked down to see his head moving slowly up and down, side to side. She could imagine his tongue running along the underside of vamps tool. Stopping at the eye and prising it open to Lapp up his man juice droplets and then rolling his tongue over his bell-end and back down the same route to end at the base of his shaft. Ohhhh. She whimpered, and vamp bit her neck, her eyes closed and rolled upwards in delight. Then, cock-tongues hands moved, fingers were lurking, she could feel his palms opening her arse cheeks. Both his thumbs were on the divide between her cunt and her anus. His thumbs brushed quickly against her open quim and were coated in she-cumm. He then rubbed this slippery lube over her wrinkled and puckered dark hole. Her arse hole gave a natural reflex spasm, he rubbed again, it spasmed, he rubbed again and her 3 eyes opened at the same time. Two looking at the top of his head and her sacred eye now opening to the strong thumbs that slipped inside together right up to the hand knuckled. She yelped and jumped at the same time, nearly escaping the clutches of the stage hands, who immediately gripped her tight and pulled right back down, and hard too. Ahhhh, she moaned, nnngggggg she spluttered as he pulled his thumbs apart to stretch open her sacred hole. He kept working the muscle, stretching, probing as deep as his thumbs would go. All the time he was busy rimming vamps now very rigid and sticky cock. Her reflexes caused her hands and nails to grip hard and deep into both cocks. The guys winced and pulled her underneath apart even more. At this point, cock-tongue pulled her arse open as wide as he dared and in an instant released vamps cock from his mouth. Vamp moved backward slightly and his rigid cock shot straight up and deep into her arsehole which was prised apart by the two thumbs, which made her gape even more. She burned, she felt dizzy, she felt light headed. She felt rigid slippery cock pumping in and out and in and out of her tightest of all places. Her arse muscles gripped vamps ample tools the full length, she was not wet enough and cock-tongue could see. When vamp was pulling his tool out, her arse was gripping his length and puckering outwards and around his girth like she was blowing you a kiss. Cock tongue moved his head closer to assist them by providing a gob full of spit off his tongue and onto the gripping hole that was her ringpiece. He spat again, and again, all the time the piston cock moving more easily into the inner parts of her body. She was hopping up and down in unison to his shaft movements. She turned her head to fat cock, mouth open, waiting for a moist tongue to be rammed inside; he did not need to be asked. His tongue was flaying around like a snake, her mouth was now moist, spit mingling, they were slurping each other, and she was dribbling spit from the side of her mouth. She worked his tongue like she was sucking dick. Her hands pumped both their ragingly hot and wet dicks. Ahhh, she yelped and nearly bit fat cocks tongue. She felt pain down below, around her pussy, it was her clit. Cock-tongue was nibbling, no biting it. Running his teeth side to side across her now bulging and ruddy-red love cherry. Vamps hard and enormous balls were slapping at cock-tongues chin as he was pumping in and out of her rear love tunnel. Biting clit, then slurping tongue in and out of her pussy lips. She was soaking. Soaking wet, soaking fucking wet. Hands from below shot up and grabbed her cheery nips. Biting cherry clit and at the same time twisting and pulling puffy cherry nips. Without warning cock-tongue pulled away, vamp dragged his cock from up her arse and in a swift movement plunged her onto the fat, veined cock of the guy she had been swapping spit with. She let out a cry. A cry of absolute shock, ecstasy, desire, pain. And she came, she came then, she came there and then. Never before had she cummed so quick from being shagged up the arse. It was the ripping open of her arse hole that sent untold spasms through her body. Her eyes watered, not from pain, from joy. She never expected this, could not even have imagined it. Nor could she have imagined what happened next. Fat cock dropped to the floor, his cock still wedged up her arse, she still Cumming. Fat cock pulled her flat onto him, her legs astride his belly, her tits pointing to the ceiling, bouncing as him below was jamming his way into her backside, nipples threatening to burst open. Cock-tongue jerked himself forward and his ultra large, red rimmed bell end forced its way into her cunt. Her pussy resisted for the slightest of moments and then gave way to this giant plum sized hot poker. Later, cock-tongue would boast to friends that he heard her fanny "pop" When he entered her, and each time he ripped his tool out of her moist quim. She was double teamed. Double penetrated. Both out of sync, one in and one out at the same time. She had no time think, but time to feel the stretching of her holes and the tightening of her belly and backside as both cocks furiously rammed in and out. "What's your name" asked cock-tongue, out of breath. Kaa,,nnggg, kal,,,,, Karla she forced out. "Hi Karla" he said. She shook her head "No...not...kar...ngghhhhhh ahhhg" "Whatever" he replied. The next thing she knew was that she could feel a hot dripping knob head being driven between her mouth lips. She naturally opened her pinky glossy painted lips and let the shaft drive in and out. The first plunge went too deep and she gagged, spit flew out the sides of her mouth. She coughed, eyes watering, no time to draw breath, the cock was in again. At least her mouth was now like a wet soaking pussy. In, deep it went. She had to grip his shaft to control his frantic fucking. She was wanking him and controlling him at the same time. It was then that she noticed that he had no balls. No balls, oh god a fucking freak she thought for a moment, until she realised that his ball sack was so tight it had forced them up into his belly. Neat, she thought, just 7 inches of pure cock, nothing to get in the way, even thought she liked to be tea-bagged this was a pleasant surprise, just a slender decent sized cock, which she was ravenously slurping and was now taking right to the hilt, no more gagging, she was in control and enjoying it. All three holes being filled. Where was vamp? And at that instant she felt a tug at her cherries and his 9 inch cock joined in the mouth fucking exercise. She had hands on them both now, taking it in turns to suck one and wank the other. Suck, wank, suck, wank. Suck, pussy fuck, wank, arse fuck. Without warning, no balls let loose in her gob, she quickly stuck her tongue over his cocks' eye and the spunk flew everywhere, down her chin, on and over her mouth and across her cheek. When she knew she had juiced him, she sucked and pumped the last of his mans-milk from his now limping dick and whilst she did this she saw his balls drop into his sagging ball-sack. Four into One Equals Fun All characters are over 18. Thanks to LarryInSeattle for his editing. Any errors that remain I snuck in on him. Helpful comments are always welcome. Enjoy. ====== "Uh-huh, that's right baby. Stick that tongue deep into my cunt hole." My wife - she's a poet at heart. Stan did his best to comply. HIs nose nuzzled her clit as he jammed his tongue deep inside my wife's pussy. He said his name was Stan. I believed him. If you were going to make up a name who the fuck would pick Stan for a pseudonym? He looked like a Stanley. He'd have been much better in "Streetcar" than Brando. Brando was too pretty for the part. Our Stan was a beefy, construction worker-looking guy, his chest and belly a mat of dark hair, hair that was soaked in perspiration. Sweat trickled down the sides of Stan's face as he ravaged Lisa's pussy. His uncut cock jutted from between his legs, as meaty and work-like as its owner. To one side, Bill stood with his back arched as Lisa pulled and squeezed his cock. The third guy, what the fuck was his name? Matt? Mack? Mike? Fuck if I can remember. He looked like an over grown skateboarder so I called him Dude. His shaggy hair hid most of his face. Despite the fact that at thirty, he looked a little silly acting like a skateboarder, he was the best looking of the three. He was trim, body shaved smooth, cock long and curved upward, perfect for G-spot stimulation. He had a Prince Albert, the first guy we'd ever met to sport one. Bill was a regular looking guy but also had a nice cock. Lisa's picky about her cocks. Mine is the equal of any of these three. That's not the issue. Lisa enjoys this game. I enjoy the game. It's a "win-win". We limited our little romps to two or three times a year. We'd run our ad. I always meet them first. Lisa would be there but not sitting with me. She'd eavesdrop and scope them out while I "interviewed" them. Cocks are never an issue. We always insist on a full body shot. We insist the cock we're interviewing belong to the face we're interviewing before anything else happens. We've had a few repeaters over the few years we've been doing this, but never the same trio. So far, we've stuck to trios. The idea of a real gang bang excites me but so far, Lisa hasn't been willing to take that step. Brilliant as she is, her body is made to be fucked. She tugged at her breasts as Stan tried to bury his head inside her twat. She's a natural C cup, with gorgeous broad areolas and squat short nipples. Her belly is flat, arms and legs firm, ass toned and tanned except for the arcing white lines of her thong. Her pussy is shaved. Her clit is large. When it's hard, it thrust its way almost a half an inch from her pussy. Her cunt lips are no longer the rosy red they had been when we first met. They've seen a lot of hard cock pounding over the years and have darkened to a mocha brown. Same for her rosebud. "You watching? You watching him eat my pussy?" I couldn't answer around the ball gag so I jerked on the cuffs and hopped the chair on the floor a few times. I was careful with the cuffs. They were props. If I had really jerked against them they'd have popped open. We're over-sexed not stupid. There was no way I'd let myself be restrained while three men messed around with my wife. Some may call it paranoid but my Ruger SR9 was stashed in one of the drawers beside me. Lisa preferred her Glock. Her slimline G42, .380 auto was tucked under the edge of the mattress. We also arrived at the hotel the evening before to check out the room, run through the routine, and who would do what and go where if things went to shit. We'd never needed our fallback plan but that didn't mean we didn't make sure we had one in place. We're very careful in our screening process. I think that's the key but always, always have a plan B. Bill and Dude looked over as I thumped the chair. It was a simple folding lawn chair. Hotel rooms don't come equipped with a chair that's easy to cuff someone to. Plus, you ever sit in one of those old-fashion lawn chairs naked, with the webbing biting into your ass and the hard metal edge pressing into the back of your thighs? The fucking things had to have been designed by de Sade himself. Bill smirked at me. That was expected. Who wouldn't smirk at a man who recruited men to fuck his wife while he was restrained and gagged? I glared at him, hating him. That was easy enough. There was no need to act. I did hate him. He was going to be fucking my wife. I screamed at him around the gag. I could feel my face flush and the veins on my neck straining against the strap of the gag. Stan pulled his face out of my wife's pussy long enough to grin at me. "What's a matter Frank? Can't stand to see your wife satisfied for once?" Dude looked from Stan to me to Bill and then at my wife. He looked decidedly uncomfortable. His eyes returned to my face. "You sure this is what you want?" He glanced down at Lisa, including her in the question. When he looked back at me, I turned my head away from the other two, hoping only Dude could see me and winked before muttering around the gag. I wasn't worried about Lisa. She was well aware I could put a stop to this at any moment should I choose to do so. I liked Dude. He was a decent guy. The other two, not so much. Recruiting for these little parties was a bitch. If, like Dude, they were too decent, the ambience was all wrong. You needed guys that were sort of jerks but not out and out dickheads. The line between the two was damn near invisible at times. "Come here, lover," Lisa whisper and gently took Dude's cock in her hand. His conscience might have been stirring but the news hadn't made it to his cock yet. It was standing at attention and dying for someone to notice it. He didn't resist Lisa's pull, at least not that I could tell. She moved her shoulders over so he had room to kneel on the bed beside her. With one hand, she continued to work Bill's cock. The other hand guided Dude's to her waiting mouth. Stan went back to feasting on her pussy. I didn't blame him. Lisa's cunt was as refreshing as a lightly chilled pinot grigio on a warm afternoon. I could live on her pussy, I swear to God I could. Her mouth was just as sweet and just as fine. Dude was discovering that for himself. He was leaning with one arm against the wall at the head of the bed, offering his cock to my wife's full lips. She caressed it with her hand first, drawing the precum from his cock, and there was plenty of it, distributing it over the shaft, stoking his fire. She tilted her head and began to rub her parted lips up and down his shaft as she pressed the tip of her tongue against it. Her tongue played with the ring in his cock. I shifted on the chair. Partly, in order to get a better view of her mouth on his cock and partly, to try to get some relief for my own cock. It ached inside the Lucite cage that was locked around it. The lock was a prop as well. Lisa had made a big production of locking it around my cock but there was no key needed. A tug on the hasp would open It. Shifting my weight didn't help my cock very much but it did take some of the pressure off my balls. We'd played with the constrictor band often enough to know how to adjust it so it hurt, plenty, but without risking permanent injury. We had a new toy but weren't comfortable playing in a group with it yet. It was a stainless steel ball ring. I hear you, "ow, a ball ring" but hang on a sec. Welded to the ball ring is a shaft of stainless steel that ends in a ball that goes in your ass. But, just like in those TV ads, that's not all. There is an extension going forward form the ring that goes under the shaft past the head of your cock. There's a small ring with a set screw that allows you to pass a urethral plug through the ring and secure it with the set screw. We're still learning how to put the damn thing on in less than fifteen minutes but let me tell you, you start sporting wood and your cock starts to impale itself on that urethral plug and oh, baby. Lisa saw me squirming. "What the fuck you doing over there?" she snapped, her chin resting atop Dude's cock. She pulled herself away from Stan's mouth and rolled off the bed. She tugged Dude after her. When she stood in front of me, she gave Dude a kiss on the cheek that was hidden form the other two. "It's okay sweetie. It's just a game we play. It's fine." Her voice was so soft even I could barely hear her. Dude glanced down at me and sheltered from view by their bodies I gave a quick jerk of my head in confirmation. Lisa reached past him and picked up a bag from the dresser and began to rummage through it. "I told you to sit still. That's your problem. You don't listen." She turned and sat the bag down. Leaning over me, she attached one clamp to my right nipple and the other to my left. Dangling between them there was a chain. She straightened and set a series of small weights atop the dresser. "Move again and I'll add weight to the chain," she informed me. Turning back to dude who had watched her actions with interest, she rubbed her hands over his upper arms and then knelt. "You know Mick, I think he was trying to get a better look at me sucking your cock." Mick! Damn it, that was his name, Mick, not Mike or Mack, Mick. Whatever his name, he was soon lost in the sensation of a beautiful woman's lips sliding up and down his cock. One of her hands clutched at his ass, the other tugged at his balls. Bill and Stan made their way over from the bed, stroking their meat. I almost felt sorry for Bill. He'd gotten nothing but a hand job so far. If I didn't hate the fucker I would have tried to tell him not to worry. He'd not be disappointed. My Lisa doesn't know how to disappoint. I made a bet with myself on how this would end. Because she liked Dude - I wasn't able to think of him as Mick - she'd let him have her ass. She'd feel sorry for not paying as much attention to Bill. He'd get her pussy. Stan, he'd get her mouth. At the moment the only one getting anything was Dude. She had moved past the licking stage. She was encircling and squeezing the base of his cock and balls with one hand as her mouth bobbed up and down his shaft. She'd deep throat him, hold for a second and then pull back. I knew, from experience, that as she pulled back, her tongue would be pressed against his undershaft and her lips would be sealed tight. When the head slipped out, she extended her tongue and let me, let us all, see the precum she'd milked from her lover, before flicking his Prince Albert a few times. When Dude took her head in his hands, she let him mouth fuck her for a few minutes but stopped before he could cum. "That's how a man fucks a woman's mouth," she snarled at me. "You have any idea yet how tired I am of your 'is it good for you' 'is that working for you' 'oh, sorry did I hurt you' sensitive guy shit? Take notes hubby. See if you can learn to act like a man." I could see, though the others could not, that she gave Dude a little pat on the ass, lest he mistake her acting for reality. It was Bill's turn. She twisted slightly and began to fondle and lick his cock as she had Dude's. Unlike Stan, who stood there slowly jerking his dick, Dude reached out and began to caress Lisa's head with one hand and fondle her breast with the other. She stopped mouthing Bill's cock long enough to reward him with a smile. Stan, better late than never, woke up and stepped close enough to begin to rub her other breast. She rewarded him by taking his cock in her hand. She let Bill fuck her mouth for a while. It was clear he didn't want to stop but she patted his belly and told him to relax, it wasn't time yet. It was Stan's turn. To give credit where credit is due, he may have been slow at playing with her tit but he'd done a first class job at eating her pussy. Lisa doesn't play favorites. She sucked Stan as she had the others. When she had him on the edge of blowing his load, she stopped and stood. She let them decompress a bit by kissing them. They were too afraid of looking gay to lean in and kiss her all together so she contented herself with kissing them one at a time. It was clear, to me at least, that Dude was her favorite. When she stepped away from them, I knew it was time. My balls, cock and nips were in agony now. She turned toward the bed. Bill and Stan followed her but Dude hesitated. "Uh, Lisa, ah," he muttered, pointing at my crotch. "Frank's nads are, you know, looking kinda rough. He okay?" Lisa walked to my chair briskly. "Jesus, hubby you're such a pussy even a young stud like Mick has to watch out for you." She bent and flicked one of my balls with her finger and my body jerked and stiffened. "Naw, he's okay. He can still feel 'em," she chuckled. As the others snorted, she once more whispered into Dude's ear, "He's okay, we've done this before." Once more, I gave a quick nod of agreement. Until then, as far as he'd known, this was the first time we'd done this. As she turned toward the bed, she stretched out a finger, hooked the chain connecting the nipple clamps and jerked them free. It looked ferocious but, like a band aid, it hurts less if you do it fast. But "less" isn't the same as "none". It still hurt. My body stiffened in the chair, pressing my aching balls into the webbing, which at least helped take my mind off my screaming nipples. She guided Bill to the bed and had him lay on his back. Behind my gag I smiled, sure I had won my mental bet. She retrieved the bottle of lube and handed it to Dude with a smile before climbing onto the bed. She straddled a broadly grinning Bill and, with one hand, rubbed his cock up and down her slit before taking him inside her pussy in one fluid motion. "Um," she moaned. "That feels nice." Some men get rougher when they feel a pussy around their cock, some get softer, emotionally anyway. Bill was among the later and I hated him a little less for it. He used his hands to brush my wife's hair back behind her ears. "That does feel nice," he whispered as he began to move his hips. Lisa wasn't faking her pleasure. She loves sex, loves cock, loves to be fucked as well as made love to. She began to chew her lower lip, as she does when she is concentrating on her pussy. She put her hands on Bill's chest and began to rise up and down in time with his thrusts. She let her weight settle onto his legs and leaned over his chest. She raised her bottom until he was almost out of her pussy. She rubbed her fingers over his cock. She leaned further, breasts smashed against Bill's chest, and rubbed her slick fingers over her rosebud. "Mick," she murmured, eyes closed and her cheek lying against Bill's chest, "Fuck me in the ass, Mick. Please. I need your cock to fill me up. Please." Mick climbed onto the bed. Bill spread his legs to give him room. He ran his hand over his cock, smearing his precum over his shaft. I doubted he needed the lube but he was careful, cautious. He squirted some on his fingers and rubbed it over my wife's asshole before inserting first one, then two fingers into her ass. He needn't have worried, if he did, about it being messy. Part of our preparation was cleaning her out. We used the same technique used before a colonoscopy. She was clean as a whistle. None of us were using condoms. It was a risk but we minimized it by doing a home early HIV test at the first meeting and again today. The five of us swabbed our cheeks, stuck the swabs into their tubes and waited to see how many lines appeared. While we waited we tried a little small talk but it fell flat. All five sticks showed only a single line so we let the games begin. He pulled his fingers from Lisa's ass and grabbed his cock. He steadied it against her sphincter and let her push back onto his cock. She moaned loudly once he was inside her. "That's fucking wild man," Bill whispered to no one in particular. "I can feel his cock inside her ass. From inside her pussy I can feel his cock." Lisa gave him a quick kiss then turned and smiled at Stan. "What the hell you doing over there Stan? Get over here, lover. I got one free hole. Why don't you show my hubby how a man fucks a woman's mouth." Stan stepped to the bed and put one knee on the mattress, offering himself to my wife. He couldn't titty fuck her, not in this position, but I didn't imagine he cared too much. She held her torso as still as she could, letting Bill and Dude get their rhythm down, as Stan began to work on his own rhythm. This is why I endure the pain. It's my penance for the enjoyment I get from watching my wife lose herself in the bliss of being totally fucked, her ass, her pussy, her mouth. Every orifice and every nerve was firing, her body was alive with energy and sheer pleasure. The universe requires balance that much pleasure must be paid for. I watched, enthralled, as she was transported to a place I could never take her on my own. I've only got one cock and one mouth. Her body shivered as the three men we had chosen, moved in and out of her flesh. Stan went first. I wasn't surprised. His hands found her hair and he began to piston his hips. His balls slapped against her chin. "I'm gonna cum," he gasped through gritted teeth. Lisa grabbed his ass with one hand and pulled him deep into her mouth. His body still, all except for his ass cheeks. They kept clenching and relaxing. Knowing my wife as I do, he must have provided a prodigious load. She couldn't swallow it all. His milky jizz leaked from the corners of her mouth to cling in globs and strands to her chin. Bill's face was inches from the action. At the sight of it he began to jerk his hips, destroying the rhythm of their three-way fuck. All Dude had to do was hold still. Bill's thrust were bouncing my wife's ass all over his cock. He came a lot like Stan, the same grunts, the same clenching of ass cheeks but he added these short pelvic jabs. I didn't judge. I assume I look as ridiculous when I cum. My cock screamed inside its cage as it throbbed at the sight of Bill's jizz oozing around his cock to run down the slit of my wife's cunt. When Bill settled, Dude began to move again. His thrusts were controlled and complete. "Thorough" was the first word that popped into my head. Dude fucked in a very "thorough" fashion. I could tell Lisa was loving it. Her cunt massaged more jizz from Bill's cock. I couldn't see because their combined weights dented the mattress but I could imagine the large wet spot building beneath Bill's ball sack. Lisa almost never comes during this phase of the activities. I was the one that generally had that pleasure, after our guests had been thanked and shown the door. I wondered if today would be different, the look on her face, the lower lip trapped between her teeth, the way her back arched to meet Dude's thrust, all bespoke a woman on the edge of an orgasm. Stan, who had cum first, had the familiar look of a man wondering what the fuck had he just done. I could tell we would not have to ask him to leave. Sure enough, he squeezed his cock, flung the jizz onto the carpet, and began to get dressed. What a slob, no 'thank you', no effort to clean up his mess. I was sympathetic to his embarrassment but that was no excuse for rude behavior. The trio on the bed didn't even glance up when the quickly opened the door and scooted out, head down, doing the perp walk to the cops in his head. Apparently, her own lip was insufficient. Lisa was biting Bill's chest. She is a considerate lover. I couldn't imagine she was hurting him but the way he was twisting under her, I wasn't so sure. Perhaps she wasn't either. She pushed herself up with her hands, head back, offering her throat to Dude. He paused with his cock deep in her ass to kiss the side of his neck. She lowered her head and he kissed the back of her neck. Four into One Equals Fun "You okay, Bill?" she murmured, eyes closed. His hands found her breast. "I'm fine, more than fine. You're an amazing woman. Are you okay? You need to move?" My sweet wife leaned over and kissed him. His hands found her hair. She broke the kiss long enough to tell Dude, "Fuck me, Mick". It was an unfortunate choice of words, for me at least, because for a moment all I could see was a battered Stallone telling his trainer, "Cut me, Mick." That was totally the wrong vibe for me at the moment but it didn't appear to have an effect on the others. As Lisa returned her mouth to Bill's, he reached around her and began to massage her ass, pulling at it as Dude resumed fucking her. Earlier, I had found his fucking "thorough" now it became more "barely controlled lust". The strokes were just as long. Every part of his cock was in use, but now it carried more power. I could see he was pulling all the way out now, freeing his cock, freeing her sphincter before plunging back in. Every thrust sent a ripple through her beautiful ass. The force of his thrusting forced Bill's softening penis from her cunt, follow by a cascade of fluid. The sound of their colliding bodies was so loud I was afraid someone would call the front desk. Dude didn't make a sound. He didn't grunt, moan, ask her how she liked it, or any of the other things I and others embarrass ourselves with in the clutches of lust. He saved his energy and his concentration for his fucking. His control was impressive. I envied him. The cock cage was both punishment for not forbidding my wife to indulge herself in this fashion but also for fact that, without it, I would have jerked off long ago. Self-restraint not being one of my strong points necessitated the physical restraints. True, I could shrug them off at any time but just their presence and the pain, reinforced my need to maintain control. His control was impressive but all good things must come, or cum I suppose, to an end. He pushed deep into her ass and then grew still, other than the staccato jerks of his hips against my wife's gorgeous firm ass. I could see more whitish fluid begin to run down her slit and fall onto Bill's cock. I wondered how he felt about that. Dude pulled out slowly. He leaned over Lisa's back and kissed his way down her spine. When he got to her ass, he kissed both cheeks. I panicked for a moment, afraid he'd do more, afraid he'd ruin the final stages of my punishment. He contented himself with a playful nip at the bottom of her right cheek. When she giggled, more jizz ran down her crack. She rolled off of Bill, who followed her, kissing the side of her neck and cupping her breast. She returned the kisses for a time and then pulled away. She mimicked the hand on her breast and cupped his cheek. "That what you hoped it would be?" "God yes, more," he panted, sounding younger than his twenty-something years. His smile widened and his eyes shone with hope. "Can we do it again sometime?" Lisa laughed and gave him a quick peek on the cheek. "We'll see, baby. No promises, though. We'll see. At the moment, I'm fucked out, baby." She patted his cheek. To give the guy credit he took the hint. He climbed off the bed. This time when he looked at me it was with a sheepish look, not contempt. "She's amazing Frank. Totally fucking amazing." I managed a muffled, "I know" as he quickly dressed. Dude sat on the end of the bed and reached for his own clothes. I was surprised when Lisa sat up and touched the back of his arm. When he turned, she shook her head. This was not part of the routine. This was the time when the others left and I provided her with relief. She looked at me, head tilted, eyes slightly widened, seeking my assent. I nodded, reluctantly, but I trusted her totally. Bill let himself out, pausing to wave goodbye as he did. "Would you take the gag out for me Mick? I don't want to get up." Mick, Dude, whatever, replied with a minimalistic nod and rose from the bed. His hands were gentle when they removed the gag. I worked my jaw in circles and licked my lips a few times. I hated the way the rubber ball tasted. "You okay sweetheart?" "Yeah..." I sounded like a hoarse frog. I swallowed and started over. "Yeah baby. Never better. What's up?" "Frank, you okay with a little improv?" I looked at Dude. I'd already made my decision but I wanted him to believe I was still considering it. "What did you have in mind babe?" She rolled on her side to face me, excited. "I thought we could stick to the usual script but let Mick watch and when he's ready he could join back in. What do you think?" I shrugged and looked at Mick, determined to rid myself of 'Dude'. "What do you think, Mick? You want to stay and play a little more? Usually, everyone splits at this point." "Man, I don't know what the fuck is going on, anyway. I've seen some freaky shit but, dude, this is totally freaky." I suppressed a smile at Dude calling me dude. "Pretty simple actually. Lisa looks to abandon herself to physical sensations. As her husband, I should forbid it. I don't. Worse, I get off on seeing her so excited. That means I deserved to be punished. Simple." He shook his head. "So, 'cause she likes to bone you have to have your balls and cock squished. Dude that fucking makes no sense. She likes to bone, big deal, just join in." "I couldn't do that Mick. That would be weird," I replied with a straight face and serious tone. Lisa howled. Mick looked confused. "I know it's fucked up, Mick," I told him over Lisa's giggles. "But it works for us. What do you say? In for a penny in for a pound?" "What the fuck does that mean? I hear that all the fucking time. Pennies, pounds, what the fuck?" "I'll explain it later, Mick but right now I really, really want to get into that bed with my wife. So, do you want to stay or do you want to go?" I resisted the urge to defile The Clash by singing "should I stay or should I go now". "Fuck, dude, what do I have to lose at this point?" he said, shaking his head. The look of surprise on his face when I popped open the cuffs was priceless. Lisa started giggling again. I walked over to the bed and she opened the cock cage with a tug on the lock. My cock sprang out, red and dark, the cage kept it from getting fully erect. Lisa took it in her mouth. The heat of her mouth was a sweet salve that drew away the ache. It didn't take long for my cock to shake off memories of its former shackles and grow to its full length and girth. I'm not going to bullshit you and talk about my 10-inch or foot long cock or any of that silly shit. My cock is right at seven inches, not huge but slightly larger than average and, as I said, easily a match for the three cocks that had been in the room. I wanted Dude to be impressed. If he was, he hid it well. "You dudes want to hit a J, chill a bit first? I looked at Lisa. She shrugged. "Sure, why not," I said as Lisa started to sit up. I put a hand on her shoulder. "You think we could all squeeze into that silly heart-shaped Jacuzzi?" I asked. Mick shrugged. "Sure man, why not?" "Okay, but first things first." I was speaking more to Lisa than him. "I have one more punishment before the fun can begin." "Mmm," Lisa purred. "I thought maybe you forgot." I shook my head as I climbed into the bed. Lisa gestured for Mick, who shrugged and joined us. She directed Mick to sit with his back resting on the wall behind the bed. She sat between his legs and leaned back against him. She draped her legs over his, then intertwined her fingers in his and rested their conjoined hands atop her breasts. I'm not gay. I don't particularly like the taste of cum but I love my wife. If she tells me I have to clean her up as part of my punishment, who am I to argue? I've learned there is no point in waiting. I laid down on my stomach between her legs, my own hanging off the end of the bed and covered her cunt with my mouth. I tried to focus on her taste not the other's. It's tough. Cum doesn't taste salty, not to me anyway, but whatever it tastes like, it's not subtle. I pushed my tongue way back underneath her. I could feel the tip just brush her asshole. I curled it and drug it forward and up to her cunt. I pushed my tongue deep inside her and sucked noisily. She likes the sound of me eating cum out of her pussy. I licked and sucked, my neck growing stiff and my jaws aching, until all I tasted was her nectar. Then, I went to work on her clit. I knew she was on fire. I suspected she interrupted Mick's fucking to ask Bill if he was okay so she could climb down from her orgasm before falling over the edge. She was a hundred and ten pounds of nerves-on-fire-need-to-cum energy. She was a goddamn nuclear sex bomb with a hair trigger. That pun would be better if she didn't wax her pussy. I sucked on her clit as I had her cunt. I trapped it between my lips and lashed at it with my stiffened tongue. She pulled in a breath, held it, and then let it out in a low long shuddery moan as her thighs clamped on my head and her pelvis bucked into my face. I held on, held on until her hands pushed me away and she begged me to stop. I offered her my mouth and wet cheeks. She accepted them. And I knew I was forgiven for failing to keep her safe from herself. Four into One She could smell his cumm scent and she immediately started to tug harder on vamps cock. His balls were swinging wildly about and now that no balls was wasted and walking off to the toilet, he got in front of Karla and dunked his balls into her mouth, which were now also was covered in his mate's spunk as they dragged across Karla's soaking wet face. Karla licked and nibbled his nuts whilst still wanking him. Rapid jerking thrusts from below gave way to a muffled cry from fat cock who shot his load straight up her arse. The resulting man-juice caused his cock to slip out and shot spunk up and over cock-tongues still pumping shaft and around his bollocks and arse. But fat cock soon jabbed his cock back in and continued to milk his length dry. He was spent and his limp, but still fat cock drooped down to his balls. Karla was still hopping and wriggling against cock-tongues lolly-pop cock which was now really getting buried deep into her as he was not in competition with fat cock. He had vamps ass in his face whilst he was tea-bagging her. He was raging deeper and deeper into her soaking cunt, he could see his cock poking her belly jewelled button every time he shafted. He knew he was close to spurting. At that point vamps arse cheeks twitched, his ball sack shrunk and the pressure made him explode all over Karla's beautiful blond streaked bob hair do and pink glossed lips. She was fucking blasted with hot spunk. It was dripping from her hair, her eyes, he was a fucking spurting hose pipe. White thick and stringy cumm had shot everywhere on her face, none was wasted, she was glistening in man juice. He just would not stop Cumming. Karla was wanking him furiously but his balls kept twitching and when she thought no more would come, gush, another long spurt would erupt. Fuck it she thought and opened her mouth, took him deep inside and sucked hard. She rapidly drained him of any cumm juice he had left and just to be sure she kept sucking even when he was quite limp. She left a love bite on his bell-end. Serve him right too. Vamp staggered backwards, physically drained by a fucking startlingly good spunking bout, he wondered if it was urged on by his mate sucking his dick whilst he was shafting Karla's ass, may try that one again he thought. Cock-tongue, still fucking rampantly, took hold of her around her waist and lifted them both up. She was now hopping onto his cock, he turned around and put his back against the wall to steady themselves. Hop, hop, and hop like a fucking rabbit she went. She was fucking him now. She was really fucking him now, let's see if he has what it takes. His big plumb cock end went in and out, pulling her inside out and pushing her flushed and swollen pussy lips in every time his swollen 10 inch cock forced its way inside. She liked fucking this way as the curve of her men's cocks, especially those with huge rims would bludgeon the front of her quim and rub the front of her cunt, near her G-spot. The boy's spunk was sliding down her face and off her nose onto her chin. She looked fucking gorgeous with all this cumm over her. It took a lot of effort, she worked hard for this and she knew she looked good, covered in it. Spunk was now dripping onto her still erect nipples, both of them dripping man juice, they needed to be licked clean, but not now. She stuck out her tongue and offered it to cock-tongue, would he want it, covered in spunk. She need not have doubted, he sucked her in immediately. Their faces met and swirled around in cumm, it seeped into their mouths, they swapped cumm, licked each other. All the while Karla was riding that rigid fire hose. It was time, his cock popped out of her soaking wet hole for the last time as when it went back in, she came, and by fucking Christ did she come. Her head back, bouncing tits whipping cumm juice everywhere, her arse gripped hard by his hands, fingers biting into her cheeks, she stabbed down hard onto his huge tool. She groaned and spat spunk in his face, gasping for breath My,, nnnagghh My name...ohhh, ahhhhs. My,,my,,,,,name is Before she could say it he slipped his fingers up her arse one last time and opened it wide. Double orgasm. A big bubble of spunk erupted from her throat and burst into his face. Cock-tongue shot his load. It bubbled out her cunt, dripping down his bollocks making his thighs sticky and wet. He jammed her down hard onto his spurting cock, he thought he was going to fuck out her belly button. A loud anal fart erupted and she shot fat cocks spunk out her arse, and all over fat cock, as he had stayed beneath them, too fucking knackered to stand up, but anyway he was enjoying the view, and the sneaky bastard was videoing a birds eye view of all the upstairs action on is mobile. He wiped spunk off his phone. Wait until I get this on you tube he grinned to himself. She still fucked his hard cock, gripping his shoulders and biting deep into his neck. She drained every last drop of cumm from him. Cock-tongue was spent. He was drained completely and his plumb sized bell end was raging red-hot even as his pipe was hanging limp, that huge end just suck out like a cricket ball – what a sight. Nothing more for her here now, and she was in a rush. She slid off cock-tongue and bent down to pick up her knickers. When she bent down and with her ass sticking out into the air, both her holes gurgled and frothed with spunk bubbles. Cream dripping down the back of her legs. Cock-tongue could not avert his eyes. This was the most beautiful view he had ever seen. That perfectly round arse, glistening in jizz, gallons of it running down her. She stepped into her g-string and pulled up her orange spunk smothered knickers. She found her blouse and put it on, arranging her tits into their cups. Her nipples still popping out from the padded bra. On went her skirt, which stuck to her ass and outer thighs. She found a few tissues from her clutch bag and wiped her face. She licked her lips with her snake tongue and removed the clingy man-jizz from around her mouth. All the while the boys stood watching her with a smirk, dicks hanging limp. She ran a comb through her hair, which looked like it had a little too much hair gel, or that's what she would tell her husband if he asked when he picked her up from the front of the store in 5 minutes time. A quick all over spray with her favourite perfume and two strokes of pink glossy lippy. She turned to face them all, winked at them and said "see ya chick" And left the room. "Well, that's nice said one of the guys" "What's her name, fat cock asked." "Karla, I think, said cock-tongue" "Hang on a minute, what's that on the floor he pointed" "Looks like a name badge said no balls" "What's it say" "My name is Kala – Happy to help"!!!! The end Or is it the beginning.