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Gangin' the Girls Ch. 01

By: voluptuary_manque



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Chap 1:  Gina

Robby pulled a beer out of the ice chest and flopped down in the lawn chair next to his wife.

"Yanno, Gina, our neighbor Ernie is a hard-working, good hearted sort but sometimes he has all the finesse of a drunken bull elephant—with sore feet!"

Gina pulled her dark glasses down to the tip of her nose and looked back at him over the top.

"He is a little clueless on occasion, isn't he? What did he stick his foot in this time?"

Rob took a pull on the beer. "Oh, the twit has been reading about swinger's clubs and found one in the area. So he asked Twyla if she would like to try it out. Needless to say her response was enough to blister paint."

Gina rolled her eyes. "Just like that? Out of the blue? No wonder she was furious. The least he could have done was choose a good moment and do some verbal foreplay if he was going to suggest something like that. Did he spend the night on the couch?" 

Rob belched discretely. "He did. And of course the next day he came home from work with flowers and chocolate and reservations at Fontino's Trattoria. He even tipped the violinist to stand next to them most of the evening playing her favorite music. I think he's been forgiven."

"Flowers and chocolate and a fancy night out? Mmm—yeah, that should have mollified her. Now if only he had done that before he suggested a little play-on-the-side he might have gotten a better response. It's all in how you ask."

Rob turned his head very slowly toward his wife. He blinked like a lizard on a rock—then blinked again. He tried to choose his words carefully, fearing that if he got them wrong he might be the one spending a night on the sofa.

"Am I reading too much into that? I mean, it sounded like just maybe you were implying . . ."

"I implied nothing, Robin Goodfellow. I simply stated a fact. When you want something difficult you need to be careful how you frame the request, that's all."

Phew! Rob mentally wiped his brow. For a moment there he had just the slightest feeling that if he asked right, Gina might be willing to give swinging a try. It was a disturbing thought, although he had to admit to himself it was an intriguing one. At that moment a noisy fight broke out over the pool toys. Rob set his face into his 'angry daddy mode' and strode over to break it up. Gina nodded quiet approval.

****

Four women sat around a bridge table drinking coffee and ignoring their cards. Gina stirred a sugar substitute into hers.

"Okay, Twyla, Rob told me what he thinks is Ernie's side of last week's story. Now what really happened?"

"Did he tell you my husband is the biggest chump on the block?"

The other women snickered. Heather Quinn's voice was wry. "Oh, come on, Twyla, he can't be any worse than Irwin. I have to admit, the guy tries hard. He's a great provider and a top flight dad but there are times when I wonder how he lived long enough to learn to tie his shoes."

"Oh, can't he?" Twyla's eyes flashed, "did Irwin ever suggest that you trip on out to a swingers' club? With no warning or warm up? Ernie did. I mean, he didn't even try to seduce me into it. It was like he was telling me he'd scored tickets to a ball game and did I want to come along? Idiot."

Maria Santiago raised an eyebrow. "A swingers' club? There is one of those aroun' here? I 'ave 'eard about them but had no idea you could fin' one in a sleepy little pueblo like ours."

Twyla sniffed in disdain. "Ernie says there is. Naturally, I wouldn't have the slightest idea."

Skepticism descended, so thick Twyla could have spread it on bread. She looked around at the arched eyebrows and pointedly blank faces. 

"Well, I don't! I mean, we're not in college anymore. Besides what would be the point? There's no proof that any other guy would be a better lover than Ernie. And if there was, I still wouldn't trade the guy in just for a better roll in the hay. It's not his fault I take so long to reach orgasm."

"Ah, the sexual mismatch problem," Gina nodded sympathetically, "we understand that in our house, too."

Maria made an effort to join Gina and Heather in comforting noises though she felt a bit hypocritical. She never had trouble cumming with Carlos. It must be the difference between the Cuban and Anglo upbringings, she thought, feeling smug.

Twyla, while willing to milk the moment for all it was worth, had to be honest with herself. "Ernie isn't one to just roll over and fall asleep leaving me hanging, girls. He's got great hands and a world-class tongue besides a whole nightstand drawer full of toys. And he uses them, god does he! But I just wish he could fuck me long enough to make me come, that's all."

"Then per'aps what you need is another esposo on the side," Maria suggested slyly, "Men are so silly, always day-dreaming about 'arems of women. We know they can only make use of one or two an evening but women? We can enchoy a dozen men at a time, if we wan'."

Twyla shrugged. "Well, I suppose that would be one answer but having more than one husband is illegal. And where would I get another one, anyway, especially one that I could trust?"

Maria leaned forward, putting her chin in one hand with an evil grin, "You could borrow one, maybe even more."

Three pairs of eyes goggled at the curvy little brunette. "Maria," Gina's voice was hushed, "just what are you suggesting?"

"You know full well what she's suggesting, Gina," Heather whispered. A pensive look came over her face. "And you have to admit it makes sense in a crazy sort of way. If the problem is that one man can't hold off long enough for you, what you need is a series of men. Well, the four of us all seem to have the same problem and we have four husbands. If we took turns with all of them, one after another, it's almost a guarantee that we'd climax with at least one."

Twyla was shocked. "You mean get gang-banged—on purpose?"

Gina squirmed in her chair. Ernie might be clueless but he was built and pool parties at her house gave her reason to believe he was probably well-hung to boot. And Carlos' chest was a mat of grizzled hair, soooo sexy! Irwin? He'd been her boyfriend back in the day. She'd introduced Heather to him, knowing that he'd make her one happy girl. After all, she thought, any man who can put the tip of his tongue on his nose . . . 

"Wouldn't Carlos be jealous?"

"Poo!" Maria was dismissive, "Carlos believes that if no other man wan-ted 'is woman, why would 'e? You should see what 'e buys me to go dancing in.  Chicas, 'e flaunts me! No, I think first 'he make me scream to show the other men 'ow it's done. Then, if the rest of them 'ad me screaming 'alf the night he would strut for a week."

"Carlos can last that long?"

Maria shrugged, "Maybe I don't, 'ow do you say, take so long warming up? I am lucky. But you three? You need some 'elp, maybe. Carlos would 'elp."

"I'll bet he would!" Heather muttered under her breath, "But I don't know about the others. Irwin talks a big game but would he really play?"

" Well," Gina drawled, "It's like I told Rob. When you want something difficult you need to be careful how you frame the request. Now, do we want this?"

The next half hour's discussion was very thoughtful.

****

Ernie dried himself off, pulled up his pajama bottoms, brushed his teeth and crawled into bed next to his wife. Twyla picked up the control, switched off the television and rolled over onto his chest, her head propped up in her palm. She reached out the other hand and pressed a long-nailed forefinger accusingly against the tip of his nose. He gulped. Twyla was frowning at him.

"Ernest Michelson, last week you fucked up big time." His eyes widened. "You suggested the wrong thing at the wrong time in the wrong way." The nail poked harder. "Understand, no way in Hell am I going to go to some sleazy club and get fucked by some unknown dude, period. I am not, repeat not, going to join up with a bunch of strangers for a 'wham, bam, thank-you ma'am' evening. Got it?"

Ernie swallowed harder and nodded very carefully to avoid being impaled on her nail.

"Good." She put her hand on his cheek and stroked him softly. Her voice changed timbre to a sultry purr. "However, just maybe a little variety never hurt anyone, so long as we choose our variety carefully."

"Wha' . . .?"

"You, your neighbor Rob, your buddy Irwin and your buddy Carlos are about to become a team, a 'wife satisfaction team'. I love you and I love what you do to me, especially when you go down on me, but I really, really want to come with you inside me. I hardly ever can and I'm not the only one. Gina and Heather feel the same way."

"And Maria?"

"She's lucky. She cums if Carlos so much as licks her earlobe but don't interrupt. We four have decided to start our own little swingers' club—with a twist. Each of us will 'entertain' all four of you in a single evening. That way we're guaranteed at least one orgasm during intercourse and probably more. We drew straws and Friday you're going next door to Rob's house for drinks around the pool. What happens after that is up to Gina. Now," she threw back the blankets and pulled up the pajama top, "Eat me, lover. Eat me, then fuck me and while you do, imagine I'm Gina."

*****

"Irwin?"

"Hi, honey, what's up?"

"The upholsterer called. He said that bench you wanted done in good leather is finished."

Irwin didn't say a word. Heather wasn't supposed to know about the bench. It had been a commission from two of their friends, a very special commission. He couldn't believe they'd asked him to build it nor could he believe that they actually planned to use it and the last thing he wanted was for his rather prim little wife to know what he'd done.

"And Marybelle says that she and Toshu can hardly wait to try it out."

"Urk?"

"In fact, looking over your working drawings, it looks so yummy I think you ought to build us one."

"Aah?"

"Now, you put down that phone right now and come home. There are some things you need to know." There was a long kissing sound and the phone went dead. Irwin started to sweat.

When his pickup screeched to a halt in the driveway, Irvin raced through the mobile home.

"Heather? Heather, where are you?"

When he burst into their covered patio, there was the bondage bench, gleaming in its hand-rubbed oil finish, light glinting on the nickel buckles of the black leather tethers. Heather was walking around it, a fascinated smile on her face.

"Honey, this is gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous."

"Heather, I can explain . . ."

"Explain? What's to explain? Marybelle and Toshu wanted a bench to do their spanky play on and knew how good you were so they had you build it. Good choice on their part, honey, it's just beautiful. Look at the way the grain shimmers in the light. And this leather! I get chills just touching it. Oh, I can't stand it. Baby, we have got to try this thing out!"

Before his dumbfounded eyes, she dropped her shorts and thong to the floor, whipped off her top and bra and knelt on the padded bench, making sure all her limbs were inside the tethers.

"Don't just stand there, Irwin, strap me in."

Once she was secure, Heather gave a little wriggle here and there. Nope, there was no way out of this unless he let her up. And the constricted feeling was new, different—hot!

"Aren't I supposed to be gagged and blindfolded?"

"Uh, I understand gags are not a good idea? You have to be able to give a safe word if anything goes wrong. But I guess blindfolds are okay."

"I like the blindfold idea. Be a dear and go get one. And since we don't have any genuine paddles, just wash the flyswatter and bring it in, will you?"

Black silk over her eyes, Heather shivered in anticipation.

"Get naked, Irwin. Then start slow with the swatter, slow and soft then get faster and harder. I'll say 'yellow' if it's getting too intense and 'red' means stop at once, of course. Come on, honey, do me!"

She squealed at her first stroke. Soon she was whimpering and crying for him to stop. But Irwin had read enough about this sort of play to know that all the noise and struggles were part of the game. Harder and faster he went, until her buttocks were bright red all over and tears flowed from her eyes. At last she swallowed hard, "Yellow."

Only yellow? Irwin had been starting to worry about how much punishment he was dishing out. At once he ceased the paddling and ran his hands soothingly over her fiery ass. The heat amazed him, as did his own response. Soon he was rubbing his stiff cock over her as well. He reached down. To his surprise her pussy was sopping. With a leer he entered her. She moaned. Irwin started to thrust. Not only was her love canal hot but the heat from her abused backside radiated against his pelvis. Heather moaned again, then started to whimper, them moan until suddenly she screamed into the afternoon. "Oh, Baby! Oh, yesssssss!"

With a grunt, he shot a load into her and sagged over her shivering body.

Heather sat on a pillow, a drink in her hand and an unstoppable smile on her face. Her explanation of the proposed 'arrangement' made her husband shake his head, especially since she announced that he had nearly three weeks to make a duplicate of the bench for their own use.

"Of course, if I'd known I liked that sort of thing I probably wouldn't have agreed to Maria's idea. I wouldn't need it. But I did and I'm not backing out so by the time I'm due to entertain the guys I want it to be on the bench. You might have to make the height adjustable because your four aren't the same size but it's gonna be a blast."

"I don't know, Heather. I'm not sure I like the idea of you getting gang-banged. I mean, I've been faithful all along and it just seems wrong . . ."

"Not wrong, honey, only naughty. That's a different thing. Besides, by the time I get shagged, you will have already done Gina and Maria. And I expect you to do them right, just as I expect you to do me right, and to show the others how it's done. Believe me, baby, the more I think about it, the more I look forward to it."

*****

"Don't lie to me, Robin Goodfellow!" Gina's clenched fists were on her hips though her voice was hushed. The kids were still noisily awake in front of the television. "I know damned well you want to do this. Every time Twyla's tight little butt passes by I can see your eyes lock on it. I know it and she knows it. Why do you think she wiggles? And any man who doesn't want to fuck Maria has a hormonal deficiency so knock off the righteous indignation, my man."

"Okay, okay, I'll admit to my daydreams but Gina, this is reality. Just how are we going to pull it off?"

"You are going to bundle up the offspring and haul them out to Mom's place in the country. You know she's always bugging us to send them out to frolic amongst the trees and flowers for a weekend. While you're going and returning, I'll get all ready, mix the drinks and set out the tiki torches. By the time you get back and cleaned up, the other guys will be here. I'll serve the cocktails and after an appropriate wait, I'll strip down and lay out on a chaise lounge. Then the four of you fuck me, starting with you. And I'll bet you a hundred dollars, Mr. Goodfellow, that you will be so turned on by the others making me moan and scream that you'll fuck me again. Hot as I'll be I'll probably let you do my ass for a change."

Rob shook his head. Somehow this wasn't quite the way he figured wording a difficult request was supposed to go. But though Gina was normally a traditional, submissive little wife, when she got fire in her eye and a bone in her teeth there was no way out. All he could do was hang on tight and hope to survive. Besides, she was right. Any man who didn't want to fuck Maria definitely had something wrong with him and if playing along eventually got him into her pants—well, he was sure it would be worth it.

Sundown Friday found him pulling up into his own garage. He closed it behind him and went into the house. There was no sign of Gina. He went up to the bedroom and changed into a pair of tropical weight slacks and a Hawaiian shirt. He'd thought about putting on a silk thong but decided that his best bet was just go commando. Slipping on sandals over bare feet completed the very easily removed outfit. It just wouldn't do to be hopping up and down on one foot while he tried to pull off a sock, it just wouldn't.

Stepping into the back yard he had to admit that it certainly looked well arranged. Half a dozen tiki torches lit up the night and four lawn chairs were set around a chaise lounge. Obviously, his wife's first gang bang was to be a theatrical affair. Beside the chaise was a small table bearing a collection of lubricants, some condoms and, of all things, four butt plugs. He wondered about that.

A sound made him turn. Where Gina had been he had no clue but as she swayed out into the yard all he could do was gawk and whistle long and low. Gina smiled her appreciation and raised her hands up over her head to do a little pirouette. Her bobbed haircut had been refreshed, long earrings flashed fire and the scarlet jumpsuit with its deep cleavage and palazzo pants almost screamed to be pulled off. To make things more intense, she was barefoot. As she turned, unfettered breasts bobbed gently. Rob gulped. He knew in his bones she was naked beneath. It was going to be a long night. 

When the other guys arrived, the nervousness was palpable. Gina amazed Rob with her calm flirtatiousness. Air kisses, shimmies, mild double entendres were all there but always low-key, never overt. After the third round of very good, but mild, cocktails she smiled at her guests. 

"Well gentlemen, would you care to be seated?"

She glided over next to the chaise, half turned from them and slipped each shoulder strap off and down her arm. The men's eyes bulged. Not only was she bra-less but each nipple was adorned with a sparkling, dangling ornament. She definitely had their interest! Rob could feel his erection growing as his wife languidly ran manicured hands down her body to take the jumpsuit by the waistband and push it to the ground revealing—a full Brazilian! She walked from lover to lover displaying her smooth sex with a little grind for each man. Gina returned to the chaise and with a slow wave of her arm beckoned Rob to her. As he stood, she lay down, stroked her labia with an applicator from the table, spread her thighs and raised her arms.

"Come Robby," she purred, "get naked and use me."

Rob's choice of clothing had been correct. A half dozen buttons and a zipper later, he was naked and rampant. Without hesitation he laid full length on her, his mouth greedy for hers. She lifted her pelvis offering her slippery mons to his manhood and he was in her. Were his friends watching? He neither knew nor cared. His world was reduced to Gina's body, her moans and the way she squeezed him. He forced himself to moderate the rhythm but she would have nothing of it. Four men were on her menu tonight and she intended to enjoy each of them to the fullest. Driving her hips up against him she felt the tension rise in his body. Smiling to herself she began to rotate her pelvis until, helpless, he jetted into her with a groan.

"Mmm, that was beautiful, honey. And you've gotten me really ready for the next guy. Oh, look. They're all naked and all ready, too. My, my, are all those for little ol' me? Goody!"

She stuck her hand down into a vase next to the chaise and pulled out a name. "Ernie! Well, swinger. Get it on!"

As Rob returned to his chair, Ernie sat at the foot of the chaise, straddling it. He pulled Gina to him, put her calves on his shoulders and slid inside. As he rocked and humped he massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples. Rob must have warmed her up right because in no time she was moaning and keening. Gina slapped her hands on the chaise cushion to give her greater thrust and with a half dozen sharp bucks suddenly threw her head back and screamed into the night.


Gangin' the Girls Ch. 01



"Oh god! Oh, gaaaawwwwwwwwwwwddddddddd!"

Ernie clasped her thighs to him and roared.

It took a minute for them to get their breath back but then he withdrew. 

"Well, that's one. And a very good one it was. Let me see . . . Carlos!"

The hirsute Latin swaggered up to the chaise.

"Ah, mi amante, your front is so lovely, let me see your back."

He took her hand and helped her up to her feet and then gently pushed her down onto her hands and knees. By now her juices, mixed with the cum of the first two men, made her so slippery all Carlos had to do was grab her hips and enter. Then he slapped her on the ass. A second thrust and a slap on the other cheek. With each sharp blow, Gina squeaked but with each thrust she whimpered. The sight was so decadent, so erotic; it had Rob stiffening up again. She'd been right. He would fuck her again. And he suspected that the others might, too.

More slaps, more whimpers and Gina's head was on her forearms, spasms convulsing her body. By now her orgasms were continuous, right where Carlos wanted her. He grabbed both hips in his hands and snarled his passion into her.

Next it was Irwin's turn. Gina was incoherent so he just took Carlos' position. She was just his sex toy at this point. He wasted no time but it didn't matter to the woman. She was still rolling through orgasm after orgasm until finally the man finished. When he withdrew, she raised her head.

"Rob?"

"Yeah, baby."

"You ready, again?"

"I sure the shit am."

"Use the blue lube, Rob. Fuck me in the ass, fuck me hard, and make me scream!"

The blue lubricant bottle had a spout to go inside and grease the woman from within. He squeezed and droplets of goo appeared all over the pointed end. Putting against the brown pucker of her anus, he pushed it inside and heard her gasp. He gave the bottle a good squeeze and saw the lubricant flow out and the base. He nodded, she was well greased so he tossed the bottle aside and put the head of his cock in place. The view and the memories of his friends having his wife made him harder than he could ever remember being. He pushed. She opened to him. The helmet slipped inside and Gina cried out. Rob stopped and waited while the spasms decreased. Finally, Gina gritted her teeth and leaned back, enveloping him to the hilt.

"Oh that hurts! But Robby, it's a good hurt. Do me."

He withdrew slowly and thrust back slowly. As she relaxed he sped up and then, remembering Carlos, slapped her on the butt. His friends began to applaud rhythmically with him. Faintly, in the back of his mind, he wondered if the neighbors could hear them and what they'd think. He didn't care. All he knew was that Gina was beginning to moan and whimper again. Her muscles tightened and sweat poured off both of them. He was going to cum again, he was, he was—he did! Gina screamed.

A half hour later all five of them floated in the pool. The men passed Gina from one to the other for kisses and fondling as they enjoyed a mutual afterglow.

"Bueno," Carlos began, "was it what you expected, mi Corazon?

Gina clung wetly to Rob. "You have no idea, lover. I've never cum so hard in my life. Rob is going to benefit from this, I think. Spanking and sodomy are will be part our love play."

She turned to the others.

"And next week you get to have Maria! I really feel I ought to come along, just to watch the fireworks.

"Be my guest, diablita," Carlos leered, "My Maria is an exhibitionist. She will love putting on a show. You might even find it educational."

"Oh no, that would be a bad idea, you terrible, horny man. I'd probably get so excited I'd want to join in and that isn't part of the deal. No, Carlos, you want my pussy again, you'll have to wait another month, just like the others. Only Rob gets regular visits." 

She wrapped herself around her husband and turned to the other men. "See you guys next month."



Gangin' the Girls Ch. 02



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Chap 2: Maria

Gina looked over at the ringing phone, recognized the caller's number and picked it up.

"Hi, Heather."

"Uh, hi Gina. Twyla and I were just calling to see—to see . . ."

"To see if last night was as good as we hoped or as bad as we were afraid, no?"

"Well—yeah, I guess that's about it. How are you?"

Gina snickered. "Well, I'm sitting on a pillow but that's mostly for effect. Rob is fussing around spoiling me completely. I think he wants to make sure I don't have regrets and cancel the whole thing before he can get into your pants."

"Sitting on a pillow? Are you really that sore?" Twyla's voice was aghast as it came over the speaker. She was obviously sharing the phone.

"I said it was for effect, but I am a little sore. After all, by the time they all had me and Rob came back for seconds up my butt I'd been fucked for at least an hour. However, to answer your primary question? Girls, it was fantastic!"

"No! Rob actually buggered you? What did he do that for?"

"Because, my dear Twyla, I invited him to. It was so sweet of him to be the first to share his wife with his friends that I thought he deserved a little extra."

Heather sounded unconvinced. "Didn't it hurt?"

"Did it hurt? In the beginning it did, a little. But by the time he got going good I was cumming like a cat in heat. What hurt more was Carlos' spanking."

"Ooo, Carlos likes spanking? Cool!"

"Heather!" Twyla was shocked, "I didn't know you were into that sort of thing."

The other woman giggled. "Neither did I until Irwin built a bondage bench for two of our friends. It was so beautiful I had to try it out. I never did anything like that before and once I was buckled in, I figured since he had me all tied up, he might as well give me a paddling. He used the fly swatter."

"A fly swatter?" Gina was curious, "I'll bet that stung!"

"Oh it did. I yelled and cried until I'd had enough and safe-worded. My ass was soooo red? Then he fucked me, hard and I actually came with him inside me."

Twyla tried a couple times before she could respond. "I am stunned, I really am. It doesn't surprise me that Maria can get into this. Not wanting to say anything against her 'cause she is my friend, but that woman would probably trip a man and hit the ground first—on her back. But you two . . . Like I said, I'm stunned."

"You'll be more than stunned in three weeks, Twyla my girl," Gina's voice reflected the predatory smile on her lips. "By the time the men are finished with you I've got a hundred dollars that says you'll be in line for it again."

*****

The following Friday, Maria looked with satisfaction at her apartment living room. Most of the furniture was pushed to the sides, there was a buffet along one wall, the floor was waxed and ready for dancing and most important of all, there was a day bed readily at hand. She nodded to herself and mamboed off to the bath. As she scrubbed herself down she shook her head in amazement.

Those other women! It was too easy to convince them to share husbands, she thought. Now she did not have just a husband and a lover, she had three! At first her Carlos could not believe that she had gotten the others to agree, but one night with Gina and he was convinced his wife was a genius. Now maybe she could get some honest respect. Next time she had things to do, maybe she wouldn't have to chase him off with a meat cleaver. It had upset the neighbors the first couple of times she did that. They had called the policia, who were not sympathetic, not at all. Now everyone understood. Sometimes Carlos was too ardent for his own good and just needed cooling off. Maybe having three other women to pursue would keep him busy. Of course, that did imply that she might have three other men pursuing her. But everything has its price, she thought, and love was a great way to pay.

Dry and moisturized, she stood naked in front of a full length mirror and thought about tonight. When they moved to the U.S. it had been a battle to get Carlos to let her shave her legs and underarms. It was what she got for marrying a Peruvian, she thought. Maria had prevailed that time but the fashion for a smooth pussy would probably lead to divorce if she tried it. Instead she had carefully waxed her bikini line and given herself a light trim. Smiling, she reached down and fluffed up the remaining dark curls.

Eres hootchie mama, Maria The question was what to wear? She didn't want to have so little on that they started on her early but she didn't want to have so much on that getting naked took more than a moment—when the time came. Maybe she should start at the top. Reaching up into the top of her closet, Maria took down a multi-colored straw hat with a floppy brim. With that perched on her long black tresses she had to admit that she was a tempting little morsel—too tempting for the first hour or so. Ruffling through drawers produced a low-cut bra covered with long, sparkly fringe. Now she needed a skirt and some 'fuck me' heels. Fringe . . .

Somewhere in the back of the closet was a low slung skirt that bared her belly and barely covered her snatch. However, it had rows and rows of fringe around it to miniskirt length. Ah, there it was. Fully dressed she wondered if just maybe she should have put on a G-string underneath. She shook her head. Better that her men (and she was already thinking of them as 'her men') should get a glimpse of their target for the night—unless it was targets. Carlos had told her in some detail about Rob's adventures between Gina's nalgas. The thought made her squirm. It was going to be a good night.

*****

Twyla stood leaning on the bathroom door watching her husband shower. 

"Maria says you're going dancing tonight. Ever done the mambo?"

Ernie stopped shampooing. "Mambo? All I've ever done is watch it on television. Boy I hope she's giving lessons before I fall over my feet. A broken nose could seriously dampen the evening."

Twyla grimaced. "I suspect that what she means is that she's going to mambo and you guys are going to stand around watching, except Carlos, of course. Maybe they'll put on a demo before getting down and dirty."

"Dancing the mambo with Maria, that sounds like the name of a song from the 40's. And that brings up a question, Gina held a pool party, Maria's taking us dancing, you said that Heather will be strapped into a bondage frame (and that I've got to see!) . . .

What are you planning?"

Twyla's face fell and her lower lip began to quiver. "Ernie, I don't know. When we all agreed to this I was so mad at you that I was all fired up and ready to fuck. Now that the gang bangs have started I'm getting worried. I really can't decide what to do. I should have drawn the first night. That would have been easy. But now, each girl raises the bar and I don't know how to compete."

"Baby, there must be a hundred ways to get laid in style. Talk to the other girls tonight. Tomorrow we'll go over what they think and I'll help you set it up. After all, my lady is just as sexy as anyone else. I want you lookin' and feelin' good about this."

*****

Heather cocked her head and looked critically at her man. "Honey, the guaybera is right, the linen slacks are right, the sandals are right but the whole look is not. It needs—it needs a hat! Don't move; I'm going to go look in your closet."

Irwin stood patiently. Some days he thought she had married him because he was an artist with wood. Some days he thought it was because of his abnormally long tongue. Most of the time, though, he would take an oath that her real reason for marrying him was that she thought he made just the greatest dress up doll. But when she returned with a Panama hat he had forgotten he even owned, he had to admit her fashion sense had won again. He looked at himself in the mirror and cocked it rakishly over his left eye.

"Not bad, Babe, not bad at all."

She shimmied up and plastered herself against his back, running wide spread fingers down his pectoral muscles.

"Better than not bad, stud; you better get your sexy ass out of here before I hijack Maria's evening. It won't work for next week but tonight? Damn, you look hot. Mmm-mm!"

*****

"Robin, that's what you wore last week."

"You say that like it's a bad thing. I ran everything through the cleaners, it fits and it's suitable for a tropical evening. Why shouldn't I wear it again? Maria hasn't seen it."

Gina sighed. From a thick, male standpoint he was probably right. Certainly none of the other men would notice. However, she wasn't going to let him out of the house in the same shirt and slacks he wore to her first gang bang without a fight.

"Irrelevant, sir. You are in the outfit you took off to ravish me in preparation for my being ravished by the others. I ain't gonna stand here and see you go off to plunder Maria dressed like that. Now go back into the bedroom. I want you out here in five minutes in something different. Otherwise I will come in after you and dress you myself!"

Shaking his head, Rob complied. Boy, the last two weeks had been a wild ride. Ever since the wives decided to start sharing men Gina had turned into a force to be reckoned with. He was starting to feel very much the toy boy. It was an odd feeling and he wasn't sure he liked it. On the other hand, he wasn't sure he didn't. Stripping down he hung up his clothes and started thumbing through the closet. Hmmm, a Hugo Boss pair of silk-blend trousers and a compatible Tommy Bahama shirt. And didn't he have a cravat that was in the same tones? Yes, there it was. Okay, let's try again.

"Is this better?"

Gina lowered her chin and raised her left eyebrow. She clasped her hands behind her and stalked a circle around him, looking him up and down.

"Mr. Goodfellow, the idea is that you four men are going to the Santiago's to despoil Maria. You show up like that and the shoe may be on the other foot. I almost wish I was coming along just to watch. This promises to be interesting, darling, very interesting, indeed. Growf!"

*****

As Rob climbed into the passenger seat of Ernie's convertible his neighbor looked worried.

"Whassup, bro?"

"It's Twyla, Rob. I think she'd getting cold feet. When this whole thing started she was a tigress in heat but now . . ."

"Really? That's not good news. I'll tell Gina tonight. Maybe the two of them should go out for shopping and lunch tomorrow. The woman has a whole different personality since this began and while it's a little startling, I would hate to see her revert."

*****

After the men left, Twyla rang up Gina and poured out her problem.

Gina was quiet for a while. "You're really not enthusiastic, are you Twyla?"

That was when the tears started to flow. "No, I'm not. I'm scared. I don't know how you pulled it off, Gina, I really don't. I haven't had sex with anyone but Ernie since high school and even that was just some clumsy fumbling in the back of a car at the lake. And now I'm supposed to be some sexy siren entertaining four men one after the other and it's only two weeks away."

Gina thought about this. Twyla obviously needed help but with Rob out at the Santiago's she couldn't leave the kids alone.

"Tell you what, hon. You come next door so we can talk. I'll make us up a couple of cocktails to lower your inhibitions and get you to relax. As the dirty old school song goes, 'we know a hundred ways to get plundered, we are from Campus Hall'. We'll come up with something."

****

When Carlos came home with the rum and mixers Maria did not have to take out the meat cleaver to keep him away but it was a near thing. He insisted that she at least put a wrap over it while he worked at the side board so he could concentrate. As she put out the croquettas, the empanadas and the tostones, a sideways glance at his crotch revealed that he was having a difficult time keeping his mind on the drinks. 

She smiled to herself in quiet satisfaction. Men were such fun to torment, Maria thought. And Carlos was even more fun when she tormented him past all patience and he threw her down and had her without mercy. The long build up of tension and its sudden release was, in her mind, the best thing about being female. And now she was going to have four men? Paradise had arrived on Earth.

Carlos had just changed his clothes after completing the last pitcher when the doorbell rang. At last Maria could doff the robe and shake out her fringes. 

Remembering the image she had seen in the mirror she wondered how much of the food would actually get eaten before she found herself on her back, naked. Oh well, the other three would have to have something to occupy their time while the fourth enjoyed her. And after each was done, the hors d'oeuvres would help restore them for a second ride. At least, she hoped they would. None of the men were teenagers anymore and she wasn't sure that all of them were good for two fucks in an evening. Of course Carlos was. He usually did. And Rob had done his sexy wife both fore and aft at the last party, so she was optimistic.

Irwin had arrived only a moment before the other two so the three entered together. Maria's full body greeting raised the room temperature at least ten degrees before she hustled them all over to the buffet. A round of mojitos led to a toast to the bartender and his lovely wife. Maria blushed prettily and announced that the mambo lessons would begin with a demonstration.

She and Carlos started with simple steps the others could follow. When they were all moving together back and forth, Maria turned and backed up to her husband. Keeping in step with him, she rubbed her shoulders and her butt against him, shimming and bouncing her breasts. She held out a hand to Irwin and pulled him over dancing with both men at the same time. Once she was satisfied with his footwork she turned around again and treated him to the same thing she did to Carlos. She got the same result, a bulge rose in the front of his pants. Ooo, I was worry they might attack me too early. Maybe I get so hot I attack them. This Irwin, he feels like a big one! No, I mus' dance with them all firs' and get stripped nuda. Then we play. 

A long, slow wave toward Rob had him moving. She was pleasantly surprised to find that he actually did know some mambo moves. Pelvis to pelvis they bumped and ground across the floor. Now it was Ernie's turn. Half an hour of practicing the steps let him stroll up to her. He placed his hands on her swaying hips. Maria opened her mouth wide and licked her lower lips. She held her arms out straight to her sides and shimmied. In response to Carlos silent urging, Ernie ran his hands up from her hips and undid the button between her breasts letting the bra fall away. She tossed it aside and winked.

As she turned around to give Ernie the benefit of her butt Maria grabbed his hands and pulled them over her bouncing globes. Slowly she pushed them down to her hips, looked over her shoulder and raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Take it off?" Ernie whispered.

"Como no, macho," she replied, "of course take it off. Ees time to joder."

Naked, Maria held Ernie's hands to her ass and pulled him across the room to the day bed. Dropping to her knees she unfastened his belt and let his trousers drop to the floor. Her eyes opened in wide in appreciation. As Ernie hastily unbuttoned his shirt, Maria took his engorged manhood in one hand and stuck it in her mouth. Stroking his shaft, she sucked and licked him until he was slick, shiny and even harder. Then she lay back, tucked her knees up to her chest and spread her thighs.

"Chingame, Ernie. Fuck me hard."

He needed no urging. Remembering their first party with Gina he attempted to maintain a slow steady rhythm, getting her hot enough for an orgasm with her second partner. But Maria was no Gina! She grabbed his butt hard with her heels and his shoulders with her hands, curled up tight and panting hard the woman amazed her lover by screaming to climax within minutes. It was like riding a bucking bronco, Ernie thought to himself. No wonder Carlos looked so happy all the time. Bucking and pitching, moaning and whimpering, Maria had orgasm after orgasm until, unable to resist the spasms, Ernie joined her, shooting his load deep within. He collapsed into her arms.

"Oh Ernie, tu eres tan macho, mi macho! Now, go res' and get something to eat. I wan' you back in my pussy, Ernie, but firs' I play with my other mens, no?"

The night was all she had hoped for. Yes, all four of them could come back for seconds and they did. By the time they finally finished with her, she had been penetrated and used in all orifices, between her breasts and even between the soles of her feet. That had been unusual and tickled terribly. Maria wouldn't forget that number and Carlos would pay for it, you bet he would. She took each of them into the shower and washed them off, getting thoroughly scrubbed (or was it groped?) in the process and then, when the men were dressed once more, Maria kissed them lovingly and sent the three visitors home.

Maria pushed Carlos down on the sofa and crawled into his lap.

"So, my little puta, are you happy with what you started?"

"Pig! Of course I am happy, Carlos. It was wonderful. A husband I love and three lovers to play with? What woman could want more? We do this again next month?"

"Something like this, yes. Naturally, you are the best of the women, amante?, but the others I want to keep visiting. If sharing you lets me do that, we will just be one big family!" 

Maria pulled herself closer to him and nuzzled his neck. "Te amo, Carlos, I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Maria."

*****

Ernie crawled into bed in the dark. It was really late and Twyla was asleep. He spooned himself next to her back and gently wrapped an arm around her.

Twyla murmured and turned into his arms. "Did you have fun, honey?"

"I did."

"Is Maria really as hot and exciting as she seems?"

Now Ernie was in a quandary. He couldn't very well lie and say that Maria wasn't the hottest woman he'd ever had. She was. But how to tell Twyla? The last time he'd been careless with his words he'd been in trouble for a week. He took a breath and tried.

"Maria's like a super hot chili pepper, Baby. She's really exciting in small doses but a diet of her would kill me. Believe me, I'm really glad to be home and back with you again."

"Aww, that's sweet. I love you, Ernie. G'nite."



Gangin' the Girls Ch. 03



Note: The author has no connection with any product or company mentioned in this or any other of his stories.

 Chap 3: Heather

After dropping the kids off at school, Gina drove to the Shady Acres Mobile Home Park and pulled up in front of the Quinn's double-wide. She knocked on the door, announced herself and when Heather hailed her, let herself in.

"I'm down here in the covered porch, Gina."

Coming down the steps, Gina saw Heather, dust cloth in hand, buffing the hand rubbed finish of what could only be a bondage bench. It was, she thought, the most elaborate bondage bench she had ever heard about.

"My gawd, girl, is this the centerpiece for Friday night?"

Heather smiled brightly. "Mm-hm. Isn't it beautiful? Irwin is so good with wood and his upholsterer is a genius. Here, feel this leather. Doesn't it make you just want to strip down and rub yourself all over it?"

Gina bent over. The rich aroma of the vegetable tanned goatskin filled her nose. To her surprise it made her start to salivate. She was going to just bend down and touch it with her finger but that scent invited a more intimate encounter. She rubbed her cheek against it.

"Oh dear lord, I'm not one for pain, Heather, but I can begin to understand why this thing turns you on so. What a sensation. I wonder if he could make a sex swing out of this."

"I don't think so. It's too thin and soft. I'm afraid it would stretch out after the first couple of uses and the leather is so expensive . . ."

Gina made a face. "Darn and I was so hoping . . . Anyway, did Irwin come in really late last Friday? Rob sure did. I wonder just what Maria did with them."

Heather rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Irwin told me that Maria started with a mambo lesson, just like she said she would. But then she proceeded to get fucked twice by each guy. Twice! And you know how long it takes a man to come the second time. She must have had them on her until nearly midnight. I'm surprised she could even walk the next day."

Gina's eyes narrowed. "You know, dear, if I hadn't had such a good time with the first party and wasn't so looking forward to my next one, I'd think that the three of us had been taken. I'll bet Maria wasn't so much being helpful, suggesting we borrow each other's husbands as she was just looking to get all four of them to herself once a month. What a little con artist!"

"Well, maybe. But you did have a great time at the first party and you are looking forward to your next one so you can't claim that you haven't benefited. And I'm certainly looking forward to Friday. I did make Irwin promise not to let anyone else spank me but I figure once he's fired up my ass and fucked me good, I'll be so ready for it again that they can have all the fun they want with me."

Gina raised an eyebrow and cocked her head sideways. "Really? Then I'll have to make sure Rob brings the lubricant with him. Since you'll have your butt stuck out and you'll be tied all up . . ."

"Gina! I don't do that."

"What you mean, lassie, is that you haven't ever done it before. I hadn't either before the party but I sure have since."

"Does it really feel that good? I can't help believing it would hurt, a lot."

"It does to me. And I admit, at first it does hurt. But honey, it's a good hurt, just like your spanking. Have Irwin do you up good and proper and after you've come a couple of times, have him use his fingers to massage and stretch you before he sticks it in. With enough lube it's at least an interesting sensation. And lots of women think it actually feels better that way."

Heather looked dubious but said she'd consider the possibilities. The subject changed to kids and clothes and other 'mom' things but after Gina left, Heather went back to the bedroom. She got out a dildo she'd cast from Irwin some months before and a big tube of KY jelly. She didn't put them to immediate use but she did put them where she could get to them easily—just in case.

*****

Twyla sat at her computer desk with a book and a catalog she'd gotten from Gina. The conversation the previous Friday kept her from panicky flight from their new sharing arrangement but getting an order ready had the stomach butterflies up and prowling again.

After the second gin and tonic that brought a comfortable buzz to her head, Twyla had settled into a big club chair across from Gina when the older woman put her glass down and steepled her fingers in front of her nose.

"Now, Twyla, let's see if we can get to the root of your distress. You're scared about two weeks from tonight. Honey, just what are you afraid of? Do you think you might get hurt?"

"Oh, no! I'm sure none of the guys would ever do anything that would hurt me. If nothing else, Ernie wouldn't let them." She paused for a while, deep in thought. "No, I think what I'm afraid of is myself. I'm scared I'll panic and burst into tears just about the time I've got my clothes off. Or worse, I'll get the giggles! And wouldn't that just put the cap on the evening?"

Gina's face softened. "Oh, sugar, I think I understand." She got up and went over to a thoroughly filled book case. She ran her finger across the titles and finally took down an old, well-used volume. She handed it to Twyla.

"Here, read this. It's called Endless Rapture by Helen Hazen and it's just the most marvelous explanation of why we love Romance novels. What you want, dear, is a fantasy rape. That's not the same thing as the real one, by any means. A fantasy rape is when a man you can't resist forces you to do what you want, like if Johnny Depp refused to take 'no' for an answer. And I've seen those piles of Restoration romances you read so you know you know what I'm talking about, don't you?"

Twyla turned the book back and forth in her hands. She thought about all the innocent maids who had been forcibly seduced by caddish nobles only to capture their hearts into marriage by the end of the novel. The author was a university librarian. Obviously this wasn't just a little bagatelle, it was serious scholarship. And now that she came to think, that was exactly the kind of thing that made her favorite literature so appealing.

"Okay, but how does an innocent heroine get lovingly raped by four laced and powdered wigged aristocrats?"

"Well, how about an innocent aristocratic getting abducted and lovingly raped by a bunch of virile barbarians? They'd be such a refreshing change from the fops of the court, don't you know."

"You mean, kidnapped and carried off somewhere?"

"Not for the first time, I think. Let's keep it at home. In fact—wait right here."

A few minutes later, Gina returned with a shiny black-covered catalogue. She sat down on the arm of Twyla's chair, ruffled through the catalog to the correct page and handed it to her friend.

"Here, Spartacus Leathers in Milwaukee, Oregon."

Twyla's eyes opened wide. Fur-lined cuffs, wrist and ankle restraints, ball gags?

"What, what are you suggesting, Gina?"

"What you want. You get tied down, comfortably, on your own bed and the barbarians have their way with you, one after another. That way you get all the fun and have no responsibility. They're doing it to you, no? And if you cry and struggle, well, that's all part of the scene. It's expected."

"Uh, who orders the—the leather?"

"You do. And let me remind you that barbarians don't do pink so forget trying to color coordinate with your bedroom. Black leather and shiny metal is true style, honey. And I'll tell Rob to get you some medium weight chain to attach yourself to the bed. Once everything gets here, I'll help you set it up. Now, go home, read the book and order the stuff."

The book had been exactly on the mark, explaining why almost everything women read or wrote was a romance at some level. And after thinking about it, she had to admit that being a helpless victim would be a lot easier than a horny hostess. Still, the cuffs and gags were intimidating. But taking a deep breath, she dialed up the company's website and got out her credit card.

*****

Irwin came home from work. As usual, he headed for the bathroom to wash the sawdust out of his hair and the tung oil off his hands but when he opened the door, there was Heather brushing her hair, just out of the shower.

"Hi, Baby," she said brightly, "Get clean and come on out to the porch. Micki's on an overnight with her little friends so we have the rest of the evening to ourselves."

Irwin raised a lecherous eyebrow, "The whole evening?"

Heather leaned over and shimmied, her breasts swaying invitingly. "That's what I said. Now get clean."

Never had his pre-dinner shower gone so quickly. He even shaved. Hurrying out into the covered porch, Irwin found his wife sitting on top of the bondage bench. She had a light weight riding crop in one hand and a large dildo and a squeeze tube of thick lubricant in the other. 

"Sweetie, I've been talking to Gina and she got me thinking about Friday. I'm gonna be bent over this thing with my ass all red like an ape in heat. In the heat of lust I've got this sneaking suspicion that one of you, or maybe more than one, will be tempted to try out my asshole. Tonight I want to see just how possible that is so I can either expect a good buggering or you can place it totally off limits. Now I used an enema and took a shower so I'm all clean inside and out. I want you to tie me up, fire me up and fuck me and while you're at it, massage and stretch me out. When I give the word, you switch holes and we'll see if it's a good idea."

Irwin startled. He admitted to himself that he'd watched Rob sodomize his wife two weeks ago and Maria certainly wasn't shy about taking up the back door last Friday. However, he and Heather hadn't even ever discussed anal sex so he was a little surprised at her forwardness. But that did not make it a bad idea.

"Sounds good to me, in fact, it sounds great." He took the supplies from her and when she knelt down and bent over, he buckled her in soundly. Once she was in place, instead of picking up the crop and laying into her, he picked up the dildo and inspected it. Laying it aside he took the tube of gel and squeezed some out on his fingers.

"What are you doing back there, Irwin, I heard that cap pop off?"

"Just checking, dear."

He gently laid his fingers atop the opening to her rectum and ran little circles around it.

"Irwin, you're not supposed to do that until you've got me all hot!"

He gave no response but Heather felt the fingers of his other hand begin to stroke softly up and down her labia.

"Irwin . . . Ooooh."

It felt good being stroked both places at once. She felt her juices begin to flow. That bastard, he was going to make her come and then bugger her, she knew he was. The worst of it was the more he played with her the better the idea sounded.

"Irwin, you rat! Ooooh . . ."

Now one finger was inside her, stroking her G spot while his thumb vibrated gently on her clitoris. She moaned and moaned again as his other finger slipped inside her from behind. The finger pressed around the sides, opening up her sphincters. Soon her moans changed to whimpers and she bucked and cried out softly. That hand withdrew but the other now had three fingers up her ass, gently forcing her open.

"I'm going to take you now, Heather. Push out as I push in."

She heard the lubricant top pop open again.

He's greasing his cock. He's really gonna do this to me. Oh, I can feel the head. She gritted her teeth and pushed out. She pushed harder and then, suddenly like a flower opening, he was inside her.

"Ah!"

"Does that hurt, Baby?"

"A little, just hold still until the sting goes away. Okay, go ahead."

She later would have sworn she felt every millimeter of his manhood slide slowly inside her until his groin was pressed against her buttocks. His hand came down hard on her cheek with a smack and he withdrew. Another smack and he thrust forward. Bit by bit the speed increased, spank following spank in quick succession and always, always the fullness of his cock in her ass. Heat radiated from her crotch to her belly and up to her face. She felt her shoulders start to tingle and her face felt like it was going to pop off. A scream started to bubble up within her until it escaped like a steam locomotive coming out of a tunnel.

"Irwinnnnnnnnnnn . . .!"

He grunted in reply and spasmed in orgasm; again and again he jetted into her until finally he was depleted and slipped out. Fumbling, he undid her buckles and then collapsed onto a bar stool.

"Phew!"

"Phew, indeed, you pig!"

"But you liked it, didn't you?"

"Mm-hm. And so did you. And I guess Carlos, Ernie and Rob will, too. I'm going to need pillows Saturday morning."

"Yeah, I'll go buy some. Come on, let's clean up."

*****

"Gina, what in the world are those?"

Rob looked in amazement at the contents of the box that had arrived in the day's mail. Black leather and shiny nickel gleamed up at him from its next of pink tissue. Beside it was an oddly, even obscenely shaped dildo. 

"Are they what I think they are?"

Gina smiled at him through slit eyes. "Well, if you think that's a full body dildo harness and a Fun Factory dildo, you're right. If not, you aren't."

"What do you intend to do with them?"

"I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to grease up your butt and send you to the moon, Mr. Goodfellow. I've got other plans too, but those can wait." She slipped up to him and put her arms around his neck. "Now be a good Puck and go wash. We have a date by the pool." She handed him a disposable enema, picked up her box and swayed out the back door.

What had gotten into Gina? Over the last weeks she had turned from a conventionally sexual housewife into someone almost insatiable and downright demanding. He still was not sure he liked it but he was sure he didn't dislike it. Rob felt like maybe he ought to object but his heart was not in it. Gina had invited him up her Hershey Bar road. It would be unfair to refuse her wanting to try out his. He headed for the bath.

When he went out into the back yard, he saw Gina lying on her side on the double chaise. She'd put on the harness, its nickel sparkling in the torch light, with the purple silicone protruding aggressively from her sex.

"Come here, Baby," she purred, "Just lie down and let mama make you feel sooo good. I'm gonna give your prostate a treat tonight, Rob, I'm gonna make you my bitch. You're going to love this, Baby. You and the guys have made me feel wonderful and you've made Maria feel wonderful. You're going to make Heather feel wonderful and I have some serious things to talk to you about Twyla. We're gonna make her our toy, Rob. Not just yours and Carlos and Irwin and Ernie's, but ours. But before we do that, Baby, I'm gonna make you mine. Lay down, now, right next to me."

Swallowing nervously, Rob complied. Gina pulled herself up tight against him. She nibbled is ear and stuck her tongue inside. When he tried to caress her in turn she caught his hand and put it down.

"Don't do anything, Rob. This is my show."

Her fingers played with his cock and balls with the expertise of long practice until he was hard and moaning softly. 

"Roll over, Baby, I've got to get you all ready."

He heard her snap on a plastic glove and pop open a bottle. Cool liquid oozed between his butt cheeks and her finger pressed softly against his anus. First one finger and then a second pushed the gel inside him, rubbing it around.

"Now you're ready, Rob, nice and relaxed. So roll back up on one side because I'm taking you—now!"

The silicone cock found his anus and suddenly he was full. Gina began to thrust and Rob moaned, surprised at how wonderful it felt. 

"I'm gonna make you come, Robby my bitch. I'm gonna make you come all over!" She reached around and took his engorged cock in her hand and stroked as she thrust. She had him, now. He was helpless from the sensations in front and behind. The tension rose until he screamed and shot across the mattress then lay there panting and quivering.

"Good bitch boy, Robby. We'll to this again. You'll know when to expect a good ass-fucking 'cause I'll have the harness on and I'll know when to expect one when you come to me with the lube bottle in your hand. Call it grease for the goose is grease for the gander." She sniggered. "And Heather tells me you are gonna love Friday!"

When Rob crawled into bed that night Gina spooned herself into a ball next to him. He reached over to give her a hug and she pulled his arm tight around her.

"Hold me, Rob."

"Something wrong?"

"Oh, it's—in the last couple of weeks I've uncovered new depths to my sexuality, Honey, things I never would have dreamed were there. And I owe it all to you guys. You've unlocked things for me, you and the others. It's been a wild ride but it's a little scary. I don't know where it's going, and . . . Hold me Rob, hold me tight." Her voice dropped to a whisper, "Keep me safe."

*****

Friday evening Heather showered and washed her hair. She brushed it into silken brightness and covered herself in bath lotion. She looked at her image in the mirror, considered what the coming hours would bring and decided that a minimalist approach to makeup was in order. A hint of blush on her cheeks (all four of them!) just the slightest amount of eye shadow and lipstick was plenty. Taking a deep breath she slipped her feet into a pair of spike heels and, hips swinging, headed for the porch.

When she got to the steps, the men were already gathered around the bondage bench, discussing its technical aspects.

"So jus' what doss it cost for you to make one of these, amigo?" Carlos was fingering the wrist cuffs appraisingly.

"Carlos, my man, they're expensive as Hell. Each one is a 'one off' so they're made to the customer's specifications. That means I have to figure out how to make it do what you want, so there are design costs. Then there's the raw goods. This one's walnut and goatskin leather, and that's a mid-level set of materials. But after some of their—playmates saw the one I made for Tosho and Marybelle, I got an order for one in Brazilian rosewood and Moroccan. The materials alone will run thousands. However, if all you want is something to hold Maria down for a while, and are willing to have it in white oak and calfskin, I can probably do it for around a grand."

"Madre de diós! A thousand dollar for a simple one?"

"Uh-huh. And there's about a ten month wait because the orders are coming in fast. I may have to open a separate shop just to deal with these 'specialty' items. It's amazing, really. Who knew there was such a market for kink?"

Robin was doing the math and he liked the way it was adding up. "Irwin, can you make them weatherproof?"

Irwin thought about that. "For a given value of weatherproof, I guess. I can make the frame out of bald cypress, all the fittings out of either stainless steel or marine bronze and have the leather and the padding dismountable. That way you could leave it out in the rain and snow with no more care than a spring dust with the sandpaper and keep the perishable parts in a sealed box nearby. You're thinking about incorporating one in a garden design, aren't you?"

Rob winked. "I am. As you said, there's a surprising market for kink and someone's got to make money off of it. I see a backyard with screen plantings, little secluded openings in the foliage and nooks with 'surprises'. I see the decadent well-off inviting their depraved friends over to sample each other's delights. And I see them paying us obscene amounts to make it all come true."

"Do you have to be well-off to have depraved friends?" Heather descended the steps into the porch and sauntered over to the men. She patted them on the butt, rubbed her shoulder or breasts or butt against each of them trying to look as decadent as possible. The gropes and fondling she got in return were satisfyingly depraved, she thought, and blushed happily as Carlos stroked her bottom with one hand and the polished wood with the other. Rob bent down and started running his tongue around the shell of her ear and his hand down her belly.




Gangin' the Girls Ch. 03



"Whooo girl, were you daydreaming in the shower? You're all wet and slippery already."

She reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair. "I was and I know I am. How about you, are you all nice and hard? I'm sure Carlos is."

Any other comment was muffled by the deep, wet, probing kiss that Ernie started on her mouth and then continued down to her nipples.

"Oh my," she breathed, "You guys are really ready, aren't you? I can't have you being all frustrated, I guess, so you better strap me in and get started."

Once the buckles were tightened down and the 'object of desire' was satisfactorily immobile, Irwin touched a panel in the bench and it popped open. He pulled out a drawer and reached into it.

"As I was designing this beauty, I thought of some features it ought to have. Heather hasn't seen these, yet."

He pulled out a wrought iron crank, inserted it into a fitting and turned. To Heather's amazement the bench began to elongate, pulling her arms straight over her head and pulling her out. Her thighs were still held firm against the main padding but the pad her elbows had rested on was now well below.

"Irwin, what . . .?"

Her husband chuckled. He opened the elbow support and unfolded a platform that snapped into place and supported her belly and lower rib cage but left her breasts hanging. The he put a head rest in place.

"This thing is good for more than spanking, dear. I think the gentlemen will enjoy your first introduction to its other features. Like this, for example . . ."

From the first drawer he took out a bar with a pair of knobs all covered in soft plastic fibers. He fitted it in place and raised the knobs until the strands enveloped her stiff nipples and threw a switch. The knobs started to rotate, first one way than the other.

Heather moaned. "You rat, Irwin, what are you doing to me?"

"Giving you something to entertain yourself with while we have a drink and undress, but that's not all of it."

He opened the center section of the kneeling bench and pulled up a narrow wheel that was covered with the same sort of fiber. Another switch made it start to turn slowly and he raised it up until it gently stroked her labia.

"Irwin!"

"There now, we're going to have a drink and settle down to watch. I figure that by the time we've finished you should be so charged up that you'll start coming and won't be able to stop. We'll take our time with you, sweetie, first in front and then behind. That way you won't be so pounded you're uncomfortable tomorrow."

Irwin did as he said. The men undressed leisurely while their host made highballs then sat down to masturbate and enjoy the show. Heather was unsure whether she was being tortured or pleasured—or both. She couldn't get away but it felt wonderful but it was driving her to distraction. Then the orgasms hit. At the first cry, Irwin quickly wrapped a gag over her mouth to keep the neighbors from hearing but even muffled she whimpered and squealed and cried. 

Irwin held out a set of straws to his friends as they finished off the cocktails. Carlos held up the number one with a smile to the others' applause.

"Carlos first, baby," he whispered into his wife's ear. "I'm taking the wheel away but I'm leaving the ticklers in place."

By now Heather's nether lips were hot pink, pillow puffy and glistening from her juices. With a smile Carlos took a hip in each hand and rammed himself home. Heather grunted from the impact. Oh lord, I'm gonna get four in the pussy and four up my ass and this is only the first. I hope I don't faint, Irwin will probably panic.

Waves of ecstasy swept through her body as one man after another plundered her. Semen dripped on the wheel below her, frothy and white. When at last they were done, Irwin produced a large squeeze applicator. He held it in front of her eyes and pressed the base. Droplets of gel popped up on all sides of the long tip.

"And now we do the second round. Are you okay, still?"

"Oh yeah, grease me up you bastard. Fuck my ass!"

Heather was so limp and relaxed from the marathon orgasm that she needed no massage or stretch. A stout squeeze on the applicator filled her anus and rectum with lubricant followed immediately by Carlos' cock. As she had reminded Gina, men take longer to ejaculate the second time but she was tight enough that Carlos was done in ten minutes. Heather had never expected to be able to cum from sodomy but just as with Irwin's first adventures in buggery she did, again and again.

She was almost unconscious when the ticklers stopped and the men all helped her out of the frame and eased her down onto a sofa. Ernie handed her a large glass of ice water which she drained and handed back to him.

"More," she croaked.

"Heather," Irwin sounded worried, "Are you really okay?"

A tiny smile flickered across her features. She held out her hand for the second glass. When it was half gone she put it down.

Looking up at her husband, she reached up and stroked his cheek. "Baby," Heather whispered, "From now on that thing is restricted to just the two of us. Next month, I'll entertain in the bedroom. I wouldn't have missed this for the world but I'm not doing all of you on the bench again. Once is enough!"

Her lovers kissed her good bye as Irwin carried her back to the shower. 

As she wrapped herself around him before dropping off to sleep, Heather murmured to Irwin, "You know, honey, Maria is a genius, that's what she is." 



Gangin' the Girls Ch. 04



Chap 4: Twyla

Gina greeted each man at the door with a long, hot kiss though in Carlos' case it was followed by a light slap on the face when he tried to grope her.

"Oh, no you don't!" she scolded, "This is Twyla's week. You don't get into these pants until next week."

He pouted cheerfully in return and took the cold beer Rob was handing out and settled down on the sofa next to the bowl of warm French fries. Once all her guests were comfortable and supplied with snacks, Gina took a pull on her own mug and perched on an ottoman in the center of the room.

"Now, you may be asking yourselves why is Twyla off to a movie with Heather and why is the Wives Satisfaction Squad meeting here tonight? Guys, my neighbor chick is going to need some special handling. Ernie will tell you she's a tiger in bed with him but she's really nervous about this up-coming party. In fact, she's so unsure of herself that we're going to do this gang bang a little differently. Twyla's really afraid that she'll either panic or get the giggles if she tries to entertain you the way Maria and I did. So mama fix. We're going to play out a little scenario; one that gets her thoroughly fucked but doesn't require her to do anything to encourage it."

Gina reached down to the catalog on the floor next to her. "Twyla is going to be an aristocratic lady who has been abducted and tied down by lecherous barbarians. They thought about holding her for ransom but have decided instead to keep her as their plaything."

"I like it already," Irwin commented.

Carlos rubbed his chin with a sly smile.

"Now," Gina continued, "in keeping with the theme, you guys are going to need some accessories." She opened the catalog to the bookmarked page. "I want you to look these things over and decide what suits your personal taste. Use express delivery so you can be sure that you have everything by Friday. I don't want you all looking alike but keep in mind the style is black leather and chains. Masks will be good, too. And between now and then, I want you to come up with some properly villainous things to say."

"Har-har, me proud beauty?" Rob dove for the floor to avoid the swiftly thrown pillow.

"Ham! Now there are to be no physical threats, nothing genuinely scary. The whole theme is that her old life of privilege is over and she is now our sex toy for life. And I'm saying 'our' on purpose. Twyla isn't to know but the first leather clad barbarian she pleasures will be me. I'll get her hot and screaming and then you guys have at her. Do her right but emphasize the ownership aspect. Pretty princess will never see her palace again, only the inside of luxurious yurts and the horizons of the steppe. Any questions?"

As the other men gathered around the catalog with hoots of laughter, Ernie asked Gina, in a whisper, "Are you serious about that sex toy and ownership stuff?"

She pushed him into a club chair and climbed into his lap.

"Sweetheart, I am. Doesn't she love it when you hold her down and use her? You know she still tells about the time you threw her over your shoulder and carried her off to the bedroom. Twyla wants to be a sub. When this Friday is over, the four of us are going to start getting together, just us. And she's going to be the centerpiece. I'm going to have her, Rob's going to have her and you're going to have her. Then Rob will have her again while I have you. It's what she really wants, lover, she just won't admit it to herself."

Ernie thought about that for a while. Twyla did scream loudest when he held her down by the wrists and she'd just about attacked him that time he's picked her up and carried her off. Why hadn't he done it again? He really couldn't say. It was fun—both of them thought so, but for some reason he'd only done it once. Well, after Friday things would change!

"Gina?" Carlos face was inquisitive, "These villainous things we say to Twyla, does a sex toy get pregnant? Do we tell 'er all about 'ow many babies we're going give 'er?"

"You bet, stud! That's another thing she wants but is afraid of. However, this time it's a game. She's still on the pill so you can say all you want without panicking her. Yeah, tell her what a great little brood mare she'll make. It's exactly right."

Irwin and Carlos thanked Gina for the beer and fries and took their leave, chuckling about leather vests, black masks and studded wrist bands. Rob put his arm around Gina and nodded surreptitiously toward Ernie. She responded with a wink and a squeeze on the butt. "Sure," she whispered, "why not? Twyla won't be home for at least another hour."

She walked over to where Ernie was cleaning up the French fry bowl. "Hey, neighbor, ever done a three-way?"

*****

Twyla looked into the open box. She checked the invoice against the contents. Yes, everything was there. She was not exactly sure that was good news. Four fur-lined cuffs, two in small and two in medium, one two-inch ball gag and a silk blindfold it said, and they were all there. Worse yet, Rob had brought over a roll of light chain and some Velcro patches. As she fretted around him, he'd fabric glued one patch onto each of the corners of their king-size mattress and then attached the corresponding patch to rings on the end of the chain. Twyla had tried them out. She was amazed at the holding strength. Thought pulling them off by lifting them was easy, trying to pull them apart sideways, the direction she'd be pulling from the center of the mattress, was impossible. Once those buckles were done, she'd really be helpless.

Helpless. For some reason the word was less fearsome than she expected. There was that afternoon when Ernie had come home from work early and caught her playing with a vibrator. He had lifted her off the couch, thrown her over his shoulder and carried her kicking and yelling into the bedroom where he'd held her down with one hand while undressing with the other. Then he'd had her, had her hard. It was a wonderful memory.

Now what would a princess have worn when the barbarians came boiling over the walls, slaying all the men and carrying off the treasure, the livestock and especially the women? Whatever it was, she was sure it would have to be disposable. Somehow Twyla couldn't imagine hairy, leather-clad barbarians being gentle about undoing the bows on her best chiffon nightie.

*****

Maria looked over Carlos' shoulder as he examined the receipts from his three sandwich shops. The newest one was as large as the previous two put together and the location was ideal. 

"We are doing well, no?"

"We are doing well, yes. Maria, I think by the time September comes, we should be out looking for una casa propia, a house of our own."

She leaned down and hugged him tight to her cushiony bosom. "Maravilloso, Carlos. Then we can 'ave a big garden, an' fruit trees."

"Don't forget the chickens. There must be chickens, Maria. Per'aps even rabbits."

"Mmm, conejo! I will cook that one with olives and chilis and cebollas. So good."

"Maria, what do you think maybe we could move closer to the others?"

She started to unbutton his shirt and ran her hand down inside. "What do I think? I think that idea is the best you 'ave this year. Come, macho mio, that kind of thinking deserves a good fuck."

*****

Friday night! Twyla sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her hands together nervously as Gina entered the room with a large tote bag and set it on the floor.

"Gina, what a cute jumpsuit. What is that, black chenille?"

"Thank-you. I think it is. Maria made it for me. Now there's a woman who understands clothing. It's not really in fashion, you know, but it's so soft and comfortable. Not to mention so easy to get out of! Now, where are we?"

Twyla swallowed hard. "Here are the cuffs and chains."

"Excellent. Now, your nightgown. I'm assuming it's not one you value highly?"

"No, it's due for a trip to the rag bag so if they want to tear it off me, that's okay."

"That's my girl. You're getting into the spirit of this already. Let me see those cuffs. Oh, these are the high end model, the ones with real fur. Very comfy looking. Hold out your hands."

Gina buckled the cuffs onto Twyla's wrists and then to ankles. She pulled on them to make sure they wouldn't slip over her hands and ran a finger underneath to make sure they didn't cut off circulation. Then she clipped the chains in place. They jingled pleasantly as Twyla slid into the center of the bed and lay back, raising her arms and spreading her feet. Gina pressed the Velcro tabs in place all around.

"Now pull, honey. Harder, like you're really struggling. I think that's got it."

Twyla took a deep breath. There was no backing out now. To her surprise the knowledge was a relief. She had nothing to do but lay there and nothing she could do but lay there. What would happen would happen.

"Okay, send in the barbarians."

Gina smiled evilly. "Not yet, little princess. We have a few things still to do."

She reached into the tote bag and pulled out a thin, firm pillow and slid it under Twyla's bottom.

"We need to have your pussy aimed upward, Twyla. It makes a better target that way."

Then she took out thick, crude looking candles and set them around the room. When she lit them, Twyla was surprised to see that they didn't burn steadily like normal tapers but flickered and guttered like torches. When Gina turned out the ceiling lamp the candlelight danced around the room in an unsettling manner. 

Then Gina reached into the bag again and drew out a leather hood and pulled it down over her head. When she fastened it in back, nothing showed but her eyes and mouth.

"Gina? What are you doing?"

Candle light flickered off Gina's teeth as she grasped the zipper pull beneath her chin and slowly drew it down the front of her jumpsuit. The chenille fell off her shoulders and dropped to the floor revealing a criss-cross of black leather straps joined by silver metal rings.

"I'm the first barbarian, princess. I've been looking forward to this. Your father offered a ransom, a substantial one but only on the condition you remained untouched. We talked about it but what's treasure? Cold and shiny, that's all. But you, you're soft and warm. We're going to keep you. You'll be a great toy for me and the boys."

"Gina, I'm straight. I don't do women!"

"Wrong, princess, you've never done a woman. That's about to change and the best part is—you don't have any choice."

Once again Gina reached into the bag and brought out a thick, black silicone dildo. She dribbled a little lubricant on it and with a sigh, pushed the bulbous end inside her pussy leaving the other end sticking out aggressively. She snapped the harness over it to keep it in place.

"Gina, you wouldn't . . ."

"Princess, I will. First I'm going to get you warmed up and sloppy. Then I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Not only am I your first woman but this thing never goes down. You'll scream, princess, even before the others get here and then they'll start on you . . ."

Gina stalked the bed with feline, predatory grace and crawled up on the bed to stare down at her prisoner. She pulled a crescent shaped knife from her harness, lay the blunt side between Twyla's breasts and in a single stroke cut her nightgown down the front. She tossed the halves away revealing the pale, trembling body inside. Then she slowly stuck out her tongue and ran it around the areola of Twyla's right nipple.

"Gina . . ."

Descending to her elbows, Gina lay across Twyla's chest and began to suckle first one side then the other. After a moment attempting to squirm away, Twyla moaned softly. Aha! I was right; she's a little sub wannabe. Oh dear Twyla, you are going to make us so happy when we all take you again and again. And you will enjoy every moment it! After several minutes of this, Gina rose up again and began kissing and licking her way down the younger woman's body. When she reached the smooth-shaven sex, she sat up and grinned again.

"Now, princess, I'm going to eat you. When you're all wet and eager I'm going to fuck you. In a few minutes the men will be here. They're going to watch us. It will get them very excited, so excited they may pull me off of you so that they can take my place. Your pussy is going to be full, princess. It's going to be full tonight and tomorrow and night after night. It won't be long before you will be begging for it, princess toy."

Her mouth was warm on Twyla's pussy. Gina ran her tongue between the labia to find the button of the girl's clitoris then took it between her lips and began to suck gently while she ran the tip of her tongue around it, just the way she'd taught Rob to over the years. Twyla moaned again and twitched. Gina increased the suction and the speed of her licking and Twyla twitched again, harder. Soon the moaning and the twitches were continuous until the moans turned to whimpers and the twitching to bucking. With a scream, Twyla came and came again as Gina relentlessly licked. When Gina finally stopped, Twyla opened her eyes. There were four men standing around the bed. They were naked, masked and bedecked in black leather and chrome. And they were smiling.

Gina wiped her mouth. She looked over her shoulder at the others. 

"Not yet, men. First this doxie belongs to me."

She scrambled up to lay full length on Twyla and with a thrust of her hips drove the silicone dong inside her victim. 

"Ooooh!"

"Like that, do you? Good, little princess, because you're going to get a lot of this" 

Gina began to thrust. The chains jingled to her beat, each stroke making them jump and ring. Twyla soon reached up and took the chains in her hands, pulling to give herself a base to thrust back from. She cried out, moaned, whimpered and then screamed again, shaking and kicking. That's when Gina got up.

"Very good, princess, that was fun. We'll do this again sometime. But now . . ."

She motioned Ernie to take her place. The moans resumed.

Rob reached down and gave Gina's dildo a twang.

"So that was fun?"

"It was, but not as much fun as doing you. I must be het with some bi overtones. Any sex with a guy is better than any sex with a chick but sex with a chick isn't bad. However, fucking you was definitely better. Mmm-mm! Just look at Ernie's ass bounce. I'm going to have to have a go at him, too. Yep, from my standpoint, however hot a woman is, guys are better. We'll have to get together with them next week so you can fuck her ass and I can fuck his."

From the look of it, Ernie seemed to be saying fierce nothings into his wife's ear but equally from the look of it she was paying him no attention. Mouth open and slack, eyes closed, Twyla had hit the rolling orgasm, the one that just goes on and on. When Ernie was finished, she hardly had come down for a breather when Rob was between her thighs taking his turn.

"Now you're mine, princess."

"I—yes, I am, Rob. I'm yours and Gina's. And I'm Irwin's and Carlos'. Am I going to be Heather and Maria's, too?"

"You are our toy now, princess. When any of us call you, you won't have any choice. You'll come. And then you'll cum!"

*****

Saturday afternoon, Gina and Twyla lay in the sun next to the pool watching the kids splashing and diving. Gina had just refreshed both lemonades when Twyla turned to her and asked, "Am I really everyone's sex toy, now?"

"Do you want to be? Remember, honey, no one has to do anything they don't want. You wanted last night; you just didn't know how you wanted it to go. Are you happy with what you did?"

Twyla blushed. "I—I am, I really am. I'm even happy with you doing me. You could, I mean we could . . ."

"Do it again? Oh, we will. And I'm going to do Ernie, too. That dildo and harness works great on a man, Twyla. The first night I had it I used it on Rob. He wasn't good with the idea but I insisted. That's when he discovered men really get off being pegged. What are you two doing Tuesday?"

"I guess we're getting fucked. Will Rob take me in the ass?"

"I'm sure he will."

"I've never done that before. Do I have a choice?"

"No."



Gangin' the Girls Ch. 05



Chap 5: Epilog

Every time Ernie walked by her, Twyla could not avoid staring at his ass. Gina had said that she fully intended to run her big dildo up it tonight. The idea made Twyla tingle in anticipation. Of course, Gina had also said that Rob would be buggering her tonight, as well. Would they take turns? Would she and Ernie be on their hands and knees, side by side, while their next door neighbors plundered their butts? It was all too exciting but at the same time, a little scary. Friday she'd been tied to her bed and used by her husband, their next door neighbors, and two of their friends. That had completed the set of gang bangs that the wives had agreed to, but Twyla knew that there would be more.

She had been really angry at Ernie when she agreed to it and though the other women responded with gusto when their turns came, Twyla had gotten cold feet. Fortunately, Gina had come up with a solution. Once she'd been tied down, she had no control over what came afterwards. It had been a very satisfying fantasy rape. But it appeared it was not over. 

Gina had given Twyla her first experience in same-sex and told her that from now on, she was the whole group's sex toy. The four men had all said versions of the same thing and tonight Rob and Gina were coming over. Twyla chewed her lower lip. A sex toy. Every time she thought the term a thrill shot down her nerves. The Goodfellows had said they were bringing the pizza. Ernie had chilled the beer. Twyla had a salad chilling in the fridge. She watched the clock work its way toward seven.

At the stroke of seven the door bell rang and when Ernie opened it, Rob and Gina swept inside. Twyla was lifted out of her chair and spun around in a tight hug then given a deep, hot kiss. That was followed by another from Ernie and a third from Gina. The last one had gone on so long that the men began to applaud. She hardly got her breath back when the smell of hot sausage and onion pizza overwhelmed any other thoughts and they'd sat down to eat.

After dinner conversation had centered around Ernie's IT business and Rob's landscape contracting, the soccer league they both belonged to, daughter Steffie Goodfellow's softball and the antics of four year old twins—for about an hour. Then, having given everyone time to digest their meal, Gina had reached down into her tote bag and produced a disposable enema. She stood up in front of Twyla.

"And now it's time for the dear little sex toy to get ready for a big evening. We want you clean inside and out—and naked. No hesitation, now, off you go."

Ernie was starting to grin broadly when she pulled out another and handed it to him.

"You, too, Mr. Michaelson. Rob and I already are. Go!"

When Ernie returned Rob and Gina were already stripped and lounging in dressing gowns. Rob handed one to Ernie.

"I suspect that Twyla will take a bit longer getting clean, just to take longer."

Twyla looked at her naked image in the mirror. Tonight she would be taken, plundered, gang-banged again. She shivered. It was so delicious to be desired and then used by a group. And she had been promised anal violation! Trembling slightly, returned to the living room.

Ernie and the Goodfellows sat a semi-circle. Twyla stood at the focus and posed, her back arched and her chin lifted. She saw the hunger in their eyes, hunger for her body. Heat spread from the union of her thighs, upward to meet the blush descending from her face and back behind. She squeezed her thighs together and clenched her buttocks in anticipation.

"Come here." Robin's voice was quiet but commanding. When she was within reach, he ran his hands all over her, caressing, pinching and probing. "Delicious, just delicious, Twyla. We're going to enjoy this a lot, little toy. We're all going to the bedroom and we'll get in bed together. Gina and I will watch Ernie take you. Then you're going to roll over and I'll take you. While Ernie and I rest, Gina will take you and then I'll take you again as Gina introduces Ernie to the joys of female on male buggery. Now go let the others feel you up." 

The other two continued the groping. Gina's forefinger pushed inside and stroked Twyla's G-spot. Her thumb gently rubbed the swollen clitoris until Twyla started to jerk and murmur until she cried out in orgasm. 

Gina stood up and kissed her passionately. "Now you're ready for a really good fucking."

Twyla squealed in happy astonishment as Ernie wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up and over his shoulder.

"Ernie!"

He slapped her on the bottom and both couples rushed off to the bedroom. There Ernie threw his wife down on the bed, threw aside his dressing gown and dove on top of her. Slipping his hands under her shoulders he reached up and grabbed her wrists, pinning her down. With a snarl he plunged into her and began to pound her into the mattress.

Rob turned to his wife and nodded approvingly. "Isn't that what you said she needed all along?"

Gina waggled her eyebrows and slid her tongue out of an open mouth. "She isn't the only one, Robin. Most women like that occasionally. Twyla just needs it more often. Keep an eye on them; I'll be right back."

She returned with the tote bag to find Twyla's heels planted on the sheets thrusting her hips upward and shouting Ernie's name. She put the bag down and took out a box and handed it to Rob. Then she lifted out her harness and put it on, fitting the dildo in readiness. When Ernie groaned and went limp she turned to her husband. 

"Take your time. I'll bang her while the two of you recharge so you can do her again. Ernie's mine!"

Ernie rolled off directly into Gina's waiting arms. "Oh well done, that man," she purred. "And once you and Rob are ready for seconds, you and I are going to have lots and lots of fun."

He looked down at her harness and the purple silicone phallus protruding from it. 

"You are going to take that off, aren't you?"

She grabbed an ear in each hand and pulled his face in for a long, wet kiss that tingled his skin and started his libido on the road to recovery. "No, I'm not. Friday night you're getting into me again. Tonight I'm getting into you. Just relax and you'll like it as much as Rob does."

"Rob lets you do him like that?" Ernie was skeptical.

"He does. You could ask him but right now he seems a little busy."

Rob was indeed busy. The box he was given contained a set of three cylindrical vibrators in increasing sizes. With Twyla now lying on her stomach, Rob swirled thick lubricating gel on one, turned it on and gently pressed it against her anus. She squeaked in surprise but as the device intruded its vibrations made her muscles relax and she began to hum. After a few minutes of this he withdrew it and replaced it with the next larger.

He's making me relax. This one is bigger than the last and the next will be bigger yet. And after that, he'll start fucking me. Mmm, this isn't so bad. Maybe we should get a set of those for us. 

The third buzzer noticeably stretched her and Rob took his time sliding it in and out until he withdrew it all together.

Twyla felt pressure on her ass for the fourth time but now there was no vibration. She glanced back and saw his hands on either side of her shoulders and felt his taut belly rest on her back. The pressure increased and she was opened and entered. 

"Ow?"

"Does that really hurt, little toy?"

"No, I was just surprised. You're bigger than the last one. Oooh! Rob, you feel huge. Aaaaaah?"

"I'm all the way inside you, little toy, and now I'm going to fuck you senseless."

Ernie lay on his side, spooned against Gina. Her nipples and that purple dildo poking aggressively into his back and her hand trailed seductively up and down his chest and belly. He watched intrigued as his wife's facial expression changed from mild worry to surprise to resignation to alacrity.

"Mmm, feel so full," she mumbled.

"And so will you, darling man," Gina whispered in his ear. "You're going to like this so much you'll come back asking for it. Oh, I'm going to have the happiest two bitch men on the block. But first I've got to fuck Twyla, just the way you did."

Rob took his time. First he was enjoying how tight her ass was, second he wanted to make sure Ernie was fully recharged when Gina was done with Twyla and third he was being careful with the girl's first sodomy. But as Twyla's hums turned to moans and her moans to whimpers, he sped up. Sweat popped out on his forehead as he slapped against her buttocks sending ripples up to the base of her spine and back again. Finally she yelled and he came with her—and rolled off to the other side.

Gina crawled up from the foot of the bed. "On your back, toy," she growled, "and get those knees up. It's pussy time for Gina. Come on, toy-girl, suck these tits!"

The men were impressed with the older woman's ferocity, though Rob rather thought it was mostly for show. Sincere or not, her demands had Twyla changing position every which way until she thought sufficient time had passed that Rob was ready again. And she was right.

When Gina finally pulled out, both women were sweaty and breathing hard. Rob thought the sheen it gave their skin was erotic and could hardly wait to have his way with Twyla second time. 

Gina descended on Ernie like an Earth Mother.

"Michaelson," she breathed in his ear, "I always thought you two were a cute couple. Think what a great quartet we'll be."

She slid down his chest bringing back to readiness with her tongue and lips. When he was stiff again she commanded him to roll up on his side and climbed in behind him.

Twyla looked sideways to see that his eyes were wide but he wasn't trying to get away. Gina caressed him all up and down his front and ran her hand through his hair, nuzzling and licking his neck and ear.

"Lift your leg, baby," she crooned, "I've gotta get you all nice and slippery. She put the tip of the applicator against his anus and gave a little squeeze, just enough to let it inside him. Then she squeezed again and dropped it on the floor behind her. She took the shaft of the dildo in her hand and pressed it onto the gel.

"Push out, baby, push!" and as he complied she gave a thrust with her hips and violated him.

He gasped. She snickered.

"That's just the way Rob reacted the first time. That's why I know you'll like this as much as he does."

It was a sensation like none he had ever experienced, strange and sensual. The heat of her body against his back, touch of her hand down his chest—until she took his stiff cock in her hand and began to stoke it in time with her thrusts. Each time she pushed the silicone rubbed his prostate, sending a thrill up through his body. He moaned with pleasure.

A wicked chuckle reached his ear. "I've got you, Ernie my man, you're mine now, you know you are. Twyla is all of ours but you, you belong to me. And you'll come when I call and do what I say just for another taste of this. You know you will."

He hardly heard a word, so intense had the feeling gotten. It went on and on. If she had pegged him first he would not have lasted five minutes but now the minutes rolled on as he hummed and cried out in ecstasy. 

Rob, too, was working hard. He gasped for breath with exertion, driving down into Twyla as she lay curled up, her knees pulled close to her breasts. Finally the release they needed came. Rob shot a second load into Twyla at the same time Ernie, with a groan, exploded.

*****

On the Memorial Day weekend the following year, Rob was finishing up a tray of highballs under the watchful gaze of his neighbor, Ernie. The party looked to be going in a very satisfactory direction.

Ernie looked around the grounds.

"Rob, taking down the interior fences was pure genius. Now we all have access to a pool, a big vegetable garden, fruit trees and a great three story play house for the kids."

"It wasn't genius, man. When Carlos and Maria bought the house behind yours and Irwin and Heather moved in behind us it was just logical. And have you heard Carlos? He's talking about chickens and maybe even a rabbit hutch. We've got our own little commune going right here in the 'burbs."

"Wasn't Gina raised on a commune?"

"That she was. She says now it's just like being at home, right up to running naked on warm days."

"I imagine the kids love that."

"Well, Steffie didn't think it was okay, at first. After all, she's starting to develop and is getting all the self-consciousness that goes with it. But when Grandma came over and jumped into the pool with Micki and the twins for a skinny dip, Steffie was completely outnumbered and so she joined in. Now it's hard to make the little nudist to get dressed at all on weekends."

"So where are they now?"

"In the country. Once my mother understood our situation here, she happily volunteered to take all the kids for the holiday."

Ernie visibly relaxed. "Well that's good. Nudism with kids is one thing. Having them around for—for . . ."

"An orgy? Yeah, it would not be good. It's hard enough for teen-agers to imagine their parents having sex without subjecting them to it in person."

Ernie picked up the tray and walked to the poolside where Heather was chatting with Maria. For her part, Maria was sitting on Irwin's lap. She had his shirt unbuttoned and was running her hands and bare breasts against his chest as she jabbered happily back to Heather. Ernie held out the tray with one hand and palmed Heather's right breast with the other. She nipped him affectionately on the arm.

Rob took his tray over to a big tree. In its shade Twyla was watching Gina with interest. The older woman was obviously working her way up to a real earth shaker of an orgasm as the ever-eager Carlos, his head buried between her thighs, tormented her to distraction. 

Rob stepped behind Twyla and put a drink in her left hand. He reached around her to run his palm down her belly and pull him close tight to him. He leaned down and ran the tip of his tongue around the shell of her ear and sucked gently on her ear lobe.

"Hi, honey," she responded, running her unoccupied hand through his hair.

His hand roamed up to run softly around each aureole bringing its nipple to attention.

"Gina's having a good time, isn't she?"

"She always does, no matter who she's with. The only one of us she can't get into bed is Maria and if she ever does, she'll have fun with her, too."

With both of Twyla's nipples erect Rob transferred his concentration to her waxed mons and the smooth lips below it. Twyla hummed.

"Robin, are you trying to make me cum standing up? Why don't we get down on the grass with them before I spill my drink?"

"There are plenty more where that one came from. Right now I've other kinds of spilling on my mind." He continued stroking and caressing her, slipping his finger between the labia to tease the clitoris swelling between them. Twyla shuddered. 

"Just—just so you know," she panted, "you guys are playing with a bowl of raw eggs today."

"Raw eggs?"

Twyla shuddered again and moaned. Rob felt the moisture forming on her swelling lips. He smiled to himself. Make her cum standing up? Oh, yeah.

"The women—got together—last month," Twyla managed to say, "We all agreed—to stop our birth control—together. Oh!"

Breathing heavily, Twyla turned in his arms. She pressed her hips against him and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"You want to breed me, Rob? I'm like a seedbed all fertile and ready for sowing." 

She grabbed him by the lapels and leaned back, pulling him down on top of her.

"I can have a baby for you and then one for Ernie and another for Carlos . . ."

His mouth was greedy on her lips, muffling the rest of her words. She pushed his shirt down over his shoulders then fumbled with his belt and waistband until she could shove them over his hips.

Beside them Gina and Carlos had reached heights of passion. She clawed his back and shouted his name as he drove deep into her harder and faster. He growled Spanish in her ear, saying things she only understood deep in the animal recesses of her brain. With an inchoate roar, he shot his seed to the gates of her womb, leaving her breathless. As they came down together, Gina crooned happily in his ear, kissing and nibbling. She turned her head to the side.

Robin had Twyla's heels over his shoulders pressing her legs back. Her back was curled forward and his thrusts were straight down. This was not making love, it was the rut. Unable to hold out any longer he, too, sent a jet of semen on its way then rocked back on his heels and wiped his forehead. He looked at his wife and saw her wink at him from beneath Carlos. She looked both happy and proud of herself, he thought.

*****

That night as Gina reached for the light switch Rob sat up in bed and looked down at her.

"A bowl of raw eggs?"

"Oh that Twyla! She wasn't supposed to tell you or any of the men. We don't want to start a sperm war between you, after all."

"I won't spill the beans, then, but if one started I'd put my money on Carlos."

Gina sniffed. "I wouldn't. Old Lunch and Dinner Santiago probably keeps his sperm count too low to be effective."

"Lunch and Dinner?" Rob's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Mm-hm. Maria says Carlos picks up a couple of sandwiches from one of his stores every day and brings them to her office in the department store. They lock themselves in for the lunch hour. Then, when they go to bed at night, he's ready again. I admit it's possible that he's super potent as well as really horny but the odds against it."

"In other words, you think he's mostly shooting blanks."

She nodded. "I think so. And Maria isn't helping herself any by spending most of her time on top. You weren't noticing but this afternoon she was doing a reverse cowgirl on Irwin, bouncing up and down and slapping him on the side like she was a jockey. You guys' little swimmers are powerful athletes but going against gravity is going against the odds. You keep her on her back."

"I keep her on—what are you telling me?"

"I'm saying that if there is any of the four of you who is likely to be Big Daddy, it's you, honey. You're the organizer, the ring leader, the effective alpha male. Much as the girls love their men, they look at you differently from their other playmates. Did you score Twyla today? Who knows? But if you pace yourself you will. You know how Ernie can get obsessive about his coding. Unless Twyla tells him, too, and I don't think she will, the little minx, you have a very good chance of fathering her first."

"How about you? I thought you decided three was enough."

"Did not. I was just taking my time before the next. The twins have been a bit much until now. And I'm only thirty. In today's world most women are beginning their families at my age, not adding to them. So I'm not playing any favorites, dear. In our little omnigamy, I'm available to all of you. I just think that my Puck will get me again, just like he did the last two times."

"Presuming that Steffie is mine."

"I think she is. Just because you weren't my only before we got married doesn't mean you weren't my most often. She looks like you and acts like you. As far as I'm concerned, she's definitely Daddy's Girl. Now, having sent Twyla to the moon, are you interested in seconds?"