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Very Good Samaritans Ch. 01

By: SimonRellion



Liz looked up cautiously. The airbag hung limply in her lap, and the windshield was shattered. A pair of sizable pine trees had stopped the car before it could tumble down a rather nasty hill. She didn't seem to be seriously hurt. She was going to have some nasty bruises, though. 

She looked over at John in the driver's seat, and screamed. He was covered in blood and lying still. He jerked at her scream, and his eyes flew open. He looked around wildly, scrabbling at the seat belt.

"John!" she cried, grabbing his attention. "John, are you okay? Calm down!"

A few minutes later, and both of them had settled down. It turned out that John had just gotten a rather nasty bloody nose from smacking into the air bag. They very carefully got out of the car. Their feet sank into the new snow, instantly soaking their shoes. They grabbed what they could from the car: cell phones, coats, and Liz' purse. Just as they began the mad scramble up the embankment, they heard a voice from above.

"Ahoy there!" he cried. "Are you okay?"

John replied, "We're okay. Bloody, but unbroken. I guess we hit a patch of black ice there. Can you give us a hand up?"

A man appeared between the trees, outlined by headlights behind him. Perversely, Liz' first thought was that he had good shoulders. She was a sucker for that classic V shape on a man, and he definitely had it. Fortunately, he knew how to use it, too. He tossed a rope down to them, and used a tree to haul them up the hill.

The trio turned and looked back down. "Well," said their savior, "you're not getting that out tonight. I doubt a tow truck would even touch it until the weather clears up. You folks live near here?"

Liz shook her head. "We're from near Boston. We were in Montreal for the weekend, and thought we could beat the storm home. Can you give us a lift to a hotel or something?"

The man said, "I'll do you one better! That's our RV there, mine and the wife's. We're just heading about another ten miles up to the campground. We've got plenty of room, if you don't mind bunking with us. My name's Duke, and that's my wife there, Cindy. Just come on, and we'll get you dry and warm. You can deal with your car tomorrow, when your heads are clear."

Before the stranded couple could even form a response, Cindy had rushed over with a blanket, wrapping it around Liz. It seemed that God had sent a couple of angels, just when they were needed most.

John stared at the interior of the RV. He was expecting a dingy, plastic, cramped space. This was lush, with dark woods and rich fabrics. It was cramped, but Duke promised that it would be better once they stopped and could open the slide-outs. With a strange but obviously practiced dance, Cindy led them back to the bedroom. Bath facilities were fairly limited while they were moving, but it should be enough to get John's blood cleaned up.

Cindy moved with remarkable efficiency and attention, wiping his face with a washcloth, taking off his shirt, and even examining his nose. "Are you a nurse?" John asked. She just laughed, and explained that she was a physical therapist. Not quite the same thing, but well enough qualified to tell that his nose wasn't broken. She also was clearly thoroughly comfortable with the human body. Her hands were small, but strong and precise. After this weekend, he found his thoughts wandering to other things those hands could be doing. Then he spotted Liz' reflection in the mirror, and started guiltily.

"Oh, did that hurt?" Cindy asked. She leaned across the bathroom to grab a tube out of the cabinet. John noticed that Liz' eyes traveled quickly up and down Cindy's generous form. Then she looked guiltily up, and their eyes met. John just smiled knowingly, and Liz smiled back, relieved.

Cindy began rubbing something mentholated into John's ribs. It felt deliciously warm, and he felt the pains and tensions easing. He almost missed her question. "So, what were you doing in Montreal?"

He glanced quickly over at Liz, but decided not to dodge the question. "We were attending an erotic art exhibition. Liz runs a gallery, and wanted to see if there was anything there she could use to spice up her collection. It was actually very interesting. I always thought that guys that talked about taking 'artful' nude photos were full of it. A lot of that stuff, though, managed to be both beautiful and, well, arousing."

Cindy seemed very interested in the exhibition, and wanted to hear all about it. John was quickly coming to the conclusion that Cindy was very enthusiastic about most things. She was probably a cheerleader in high school. She certainly had the look for it, all blond and curvy. Even though she'd clearly left 30 a few years behind her, she was a knockout. With Duke, they made a very attractive couple.

By this time, Duke had pulled into the campground. John helped out with the process of hooking up the RV to all the ports, while Liz helped Cindy expand the slide-outs and rearrange the interior to be a little more homey. Dinner was made, and then consumed, along with a couple bottles of wine. Cindy was very curious about the erotic art exhibit. She seemed to be particularly interested in how various sex acts were depicted, as opposed to simple nudes. She also used surprisingly frank language, with absolutely no hint of embarrassment. Duke seemed to be a bit more withdrawn, but also smiled indulgently at his wife. It didn't escape John's notice that his eyes traveled to Liz pretty frequently, too.

Dessert turned out to be offered with a bong. John and Liz hadn't smoked since shortly after college, but something about this break from their normal reality was rapidly eroding their inhibitions. After all, Duke and Cindy were strangers, and it was unlikely that they would ever meet again. This was a night without consequences.

The girls cleared away the dishes while the guys put up the furniture. John commented to Duke that he was a lucky man to have such a wife. "Indeed I am," he replied, "and, if you play your cards right, you might be, too." John wasn't entirely sure what to make of this statement, and used the excuse of folding up the table to pause for a moment. "Which cards did you have in mind?" John asked.

Duke gave a low chuckle. "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm not the type to beat around the bush. Cindy and I enjoy 'playing' with other people. You two happen to be our type. And all the talk at dinner certainly has gotten my girl worked up. If I know her, she's probably already working on seducing your wife in there. And based on the looks you two were swapping, I'm guessing that's not going to be a hard sell."

John looked over at the RV. He couldn't say that he was entirely surprised at this turn, but Duke's bluntness had him off balance. Still, maybe that was the advantage of talking about sex with another guy. They weren't going to pretend that getting wasn't the top thing on their to-do list at all times. "What if it is a hard sell? I mean, what if we refuse?"

Duke lip quirked up; John found himself staring at that lip suddenly. "Hey, if you guys don't want to play, that's cool. We're not going to kick you out or anything. Though, I will warn you that you might get a tad uncomfortable. Cindy's a screamer, and there's no way she's going to sleep without a couple good orgasms tonight!"

John thought about it. On the one hand, he really wanted to fuck Cindy. On the other, he really wished he could discuss it with Liz first. They'd each shared fantasies of this kind of thing, but had never discussed how the reality might go down. So to speak. Which was the other thing. Duke was revving his engines the way no man had in a long time. Going down on him was another opportunity that might be too good to pass up.

His train of thought was derailed before he had to give an answer, as Liz called from the door of the RV. He ran over; she was flushed and a little twitchy. "What's wrong?" he asked. She pulled him in so she could whisper in his ear. "Cindy just started feeling me up. She was also telling me that she wants you. And that it's all okay with Duke." Liz pulled back and looked John in the eye. "Honey, I don't know if it's the wine or the pot or what, but I want to do this. But I had to check with you first. If you say no, then that's that, and I promise that I'm okay with that."

John leaned in and kissed his wife. "Go back in and give Cindy a kiss for me. As soon as Duke and I are done out here, we're going to be in to watch. Tonight is a no holds barred kind of night. Anything is allowed, and I won't hold anything you do against you." Liz gave him a long, hot kiss, then turned and scampered back inside.

Duke didn't make any comment, but had that arrogant smirk plastered across his face. John matched his smirk as they kicked ashes over the fire and doused the lights. In the darkness, John's courage welled up inside him. "Duke," he said, "you don't miss much. I'm hoping you didn't miss this." He grabbed the big man and pulled him in for a kiss.

Inside, Liz strolled up to Cindy, all hesitation and coyness gone. A slow smile spread Cindy's lips across her face. Liz grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in close. Their mouths met, tongues already reaching for one another. Liz relished the feel of another pair of soft breasts rubbing against her own. Her hands traveled up to cup the blonde's glorious mounds, and she was surprised to feel no bra through the shirt. In fact, she could already feel the nipples straining against her fingertips.

Cindy's hands weren't idle, either. Practiced fingers had come between their bodies and unbuttoned Liz' pants. Liz moaned as she felt the fingers slide inside and push her pants off her hips. She returned the favor by sliding her hands up under Cindy's shirt, rapidly pulling it over her head. The girls' bodies were rapidly revealed as their clothes were tossed to the floor. Liz stepped back and just took in the glory of Cindy's naked form, from her pink painted toes up to her smoothly shaven mound, her heavy tits with their big red aureoles, and up to the halo of blonde hair crowning her beautiful face. Liz felt a flutter in her stomach just thinking about what she was about to do to that body.

Cindy's smile sharpened into a predatory look, and she crooked a finger to summon Liz closer. As the brunette stepped in, Cindy leaned down to capture one of her nipples with her mouth. Liz' breath caught in her throat, as a bolt of lightning joined her brain, her nipple, and her cunt. The blonde sucked hard, causing the nipple to feel like it was being pricked by a dozen needles. Then she released it, running her tongue over it. She switched to the other breast, tasting that nipple as well. With a sharp bite, she clamped on the tender flesh with her teeth. Liz cried out in a mixture of shock, pain, and intense pleasure. Her knees buckled under her, and Cindy guided her to the couch.

Liz pulled Cindy's face up for a deep tongue kiss. Then she guided the other woman up further, so that those marvelous tits were right in her face. At first, she simply buried her face in their softness, luxuriating in the feel of them. But she soon found her lips wrapped around one of those breasts, running her tongue across the pebbly flesh of the aureoles. The sweet smell of the perfumed female flesh filled her nostrils. Her palms rested on the magnificent curves of those hips, her fingers digging into that soft flesh as well.

The brunette brought one hand around and slid it between the blonde's thighs. With the way Cindy was straddling her, the invitation was too much to resist. She ran one finger lightly across the labia, feeling them open under her touch. Cindy let out a strange trilling noise, somewhere between a high-pitched moan and a muffled scream. Wetness now covered Liz' fingers as she sought out the other woman's clitoris. She stroked the small nub, feeling Cindy's hips jerk in response. She slid one digit into her pussy, feeling the tight velvet walls clamp around it. Cindy's trilling opened into a scream for a moment. Liz rapidly discovered that she could almost play the other woman like an instrument, coaxing different noises from her by touching her in different ways.

Soon, though, the short screams were interrupted with short mewling sounds. Cindy was pleading for more. "Oh, ah! Yes, there! No, don't- oh, god, yes! So, uh, good. AH! So, whew, close. Give it to, uh, me, uh, baby. Make meeeeeeeee....." Liz had thrust a third finger into her pussy, which was enough to rob the blonde of speech. Guttural sounds continued to pour out of her. When Liz was ready, she pulled her fingers out of their warm, wet sleeve, and began rubbing the clit. Cindy's cries rose in pitch and volume. To push her over the edge, Liz returned her earlier favor, and bit down on her nipple. Cindy exploded in orgasm, her pussy convulsing and soaking the hand that was covering it.

(to be continued...)

Very Good Samaritans Ch. 02



John broke the kiss with Duke, though he continued to stroke his hard cock through his pants. He looked around at the RV with amazement. "Yup," Duke said, "I told you my wife was a screamer. Your wife must be pretty good to be getting her that loud so quick."

John was momentarily dazed by the sheer improbability of that statement. This morning, he and Liz were a fairly ordinary if open-minded couple. A snowstorm had led to a car accident and a rescue by Duke and his wife Cindy. A rescue which was turning into a night that the couple would never forget.

Duke turned John's face back around to his. "Do you want to go inside and watch the fireworks, or do you want a little privacy first?" John thought about it for a moment. "Privacy," he replied. "I want to have you to myself for a little while first. And, I think the girls might appreciate it, too."

Duke just smiled that arrogant smile of his. He was entirely too good looking, and knew it entirely too well. John wasn't used to leaning his head back to look another person in the eye. He also wasn't used to feeling like the weak one. But Duke was a mountain of a man, and in phenomenal shape. In ways that he couldn't really put words to, John was straining at the bit to fuck, or be fucked by, this man.

Without breaking the gaze that held John pinned, Duke reached out and carefully opened the injured man's jeans. John rarely wore underwear, and his cock sprang out into the frigid night air. It wasn't uncovered long, though, as Duke wrapped his big mitt around it. He didn't stroke it, just held it tightly. Somehow, John understood that the next move was his, and opened the larger man's pants in turn. The penis that filled his hand matched its owner, long and strong.

John kissed Duke again, thrusting his tongue into his mouth. He began stroking that meaty cock. The angle was awkward, though, and his wrist quickly began to complain. Well, there was always one good solution to that.

The smaller man sank to his knees, bringing his face level with his partner's pelvis. He breathed deeply of the musk coming from the open jeans. He watched the head of the cock swell and turn purple each time he stroked it. The rest of the world faded away, until the only thing of importance was that steely rod.

John's tongue slipped out of his mouth and caressed the underside of the head of the penis. It was musky and salty and so soft. He was vaguely aware of a groan above him, and a hand resting on the back of his head. He slowly ran his tongue over the slit, tasting the first drop of precum. He lowered his head, feeling the cock enter and fill his mouth. He leaned back again, feeling his lips drag over the smooth skin. He began licking the shaft, pressing his tongue into every crevice. 

At the gentle push from the hand on his head, John took the cock back into his mouth. He used short suckling motions to just give Duke a hint of what was coming. He pushed forward, feeling the length of the dick push against the back of his throat. He sucked hard, and pulled back. He stopped with just the head between his lips, and ran his tongue over it again.

He leaned forward again, using his tongue to press that cock against the roof of his mouth. He moved in and out. His motions were slow and sensual at first, doing more to explore the cock with his mouth than actually give pleasure. Soon, though, his motions grew faster and more rhythmic. His head bobbed up and down on that shaft, sucking greedily at it. Saliva ran down the sides of the cock, and down the sides of his chin. 

Duke held out as long as he could. He was getting a hell of a good blowjob. But, between the mouth on his cock and the sounds coming from his wife inside, he just couldn't stop himself. He grunted, "I'm coming. Soon. Oh, God. I'm coming. Suck it. Good. Soon. Here it comes." Then, he felt the tipping point pass, and the orgasm exploded in his mind.

John was ready for it, and held the cock in his mouth. The salty cream shot out, and he swallowed as fast as he could. John had never liked the taste of cum, but he had always been really turned on by that feeling of sperm blasting against the back of his throat. As the orgasm subsided, he sucked gently on the end of the dick, sparking another spasm in Duke. He then tucked the shrinking penis back into his pants, and stood up.

Duke chuckled at him. "That was one hell of blowjob! But, it looks like you need the attention, now." He nodded down at John's cock, which was still waving from his open zipper. "Let's take this inside, though. It's getting too damned cold out here." 

The boys opened the door, and walked in to one amazing sight. Liz was lying back on the couch. She had her ankles in her hands, holding her legs as far apart as she could get them. Her eyes were screwed shut, and John recognized the husky panting that meant she was well on her way to a tremendous orgasm. 

Cindy looked up from between Liz' legs. Her eyes locked on John's cock. John could see that her face was covered with Liz' juices. She was also thrusting a glass dildo in and out of his wife. Then, with a bit of a start, John realized that the dildo was in Liz' ass. Liz didn't normally go for ass play. But, apparently tonight was the night for anything but normal.

Duke leaned over and spoke to John. "I think my wife likes the look of your cock. You see how her ass is sticking in the air at the end of the couch? I bet her pussy is wide open and wet, just waiting for you. Why don't you take those clothes off, and go stick your cock in that hungry cunt? I really want to see if you fuck as well as you suck."

Not needing even that much encouragement, John stripped down in a hurry. He noticed that his wife had opened her eyes by now, and was watching him. Cindy had glued her mouth to Liz' pussy again. John walked around to line his cock up with Cindy's beautiful bald slit. He ran a finger over it to check if it was ready, and was amazed at how wet it was. Cindy gave a high-pitched growl without stopping what she was doing. John got the hint.

He looked up and locked eyes with his wife. She mouthed, "I love you." He smiled, and blew her a kiss. Without breaking the gaze, he took his dick in his hand, and guided it into Cindy's waiting cunt. The blonde squealed. Liz grunted, and her mouth opened. John watched as an orgasm flowed through her, locking her muscles.

John was so incredibly turned on watching his wife come. He had to simply stand still, his cock buried to the hilt, in order to avoid coming himself. He wanted to enjoy this ride a little longer than that. Soon, though, Cindy began twitching her ass and mewling. She was still lapping at Liz' clit, but clearly wasn't in the mood to wait. John looked down at where his body was pressed up against that perfect heart-shaped ass. He pulled out slowly, and began to fuck her.

Cindy was a sexual dynamo; there was no doubt about it. She might not have incredible technique, but she had no lack of energy. She also had no sense of shame, and would ask for what she wanted without hesitation. At her urging, John plowed into her, feeling her vagina sucking on his cock. He watched her head bob up and down, pushed into his wife's cunt over and over. Duke came over, now nude as the rest of them, and began sucking Liz' tits. She started coming again, this time shouting a largely incoherent stream of profanities.

The foursome moved together, their rhythms gradually falling into sync. John couldn't keep his eyes still. He looked down at his own penis penetrating the gorgeous blonde. His glance caught Duke's penis as well, which was starting to bob back to life. Liz' grunts and cries got his attention, and he watched his wife lost in a string of orgasms. And, of course, he couldn't help but watch Cindy's face get pushed between those thighs over and over. Before long, the action of Cindy's cunt muscles overwhelmed his control. His thrusts grew more frantic and erratic. He heard the cries of the two women mingle. Finally, he could hold out no longer, and his own shout of ecstasy was added to the chorus. He felt like his entire body was turned inside out, ejected through his dick and into his lover. He slumped forward, totally spent, at least for the moment.

Liz watched her husband come, feeling both joy at his pleasure and, she had to admit, some jealousy that it came at the hand (or, well, cunt) of another woman. But, feeling Duke's lips and stubble rubbing across her breasts, she certainly couldn't complain. She could, however, stifle those unpleasant feelings and throw herself into the party. 

She pulled herself out from under Cindy and rolled off the couch. She pushed her host over onto his back on the floor, and dived onto his cock. She sucked it into her mouth with one swift motion. It was definitely longer than John's, and she found it pressing against the back of her throat before she was ready for it. She backed off again, running her tongue across the top of the shaft. Taking a little more care this time, she opened her throat and swallowed that long rod. Deep throating was a talent she had worked to perfect years ago, and she still had it. She could feel the head enter her gullet, and moaned around it. The vibrations clearly did the same for Duke that they did for most guys, and he groaned in appreciation.

Her focus on the blowjob was broken by the sound of Cindy's laughter, quickly joined by John. She opened her eyes and looked around, to see them looking at her. She released the tasty cock and asked, "What? What's so funny?" Cindy couldn't even stop laughing long enough to say anything, and pointed helplessly at Liz' ass. The brunette suddenly realized that she could still feel the dildo that Cindy had stuck in her out door. She blushed furiously at the sight it must have made, bobbing in time with her head. But, much like she had squashed the jealousy, she was determined not to be stopped by this. She looked straight at John, and said, "If you think it's so funny, maybe you ought to come over here and keep it jiggling!"

John quit laughing suddenly, and looked somewhat taken aback. But, he wasn't going to let a challenge like that go by. He came over towards his wife. "I think Duke's had enough of your mouth. I think you ought to sit on that cock, instead. But, I do like to see that new tail of yours jiggling. You'd better keep it in. Here, let me help." John reached down, and pushed on the end of the glass shaft. Liz felt it push open her rectum again, and probe her innards. She moaned in response, her eyelids lowering in pleasure.

There was still a wonderful cock in front of her. She leaned down and took another taste of it before moving to straddle his hips. John held the dildo firmly in her ass, and reached down to guide that shaft into her slit. She felt John's hand, and he gave her clit a quick tweak as he pulled it away. As she bottomed out on Duke's hips, she could definitely feel him probing spots that her husband's dick didn't reach. In fairness, though, this cock was not as thick, and didn't stretch her the way she liked. Fortunately, the toy in her back door more than made up the difference. She'd never felt quite so full before.

As she sat there getting used to the sensations, John clearly got impatient. He wrapped his arm around her body from behind, taking one of her tits in his hand. His other hand reached and began twitching the dildo with tiny strokes. Liz could feel her muscles jumping in response, clutching the penis inside her. She looked down, and Duke smiled lazily up at her. "Are you ready?" he said, putting his big hands on her hips. Not trusting her own voice, she just nodded.

The rhythm was slow and luxurious at first. She let the big man guide her motions, losing herself in the feelings. He husband's hands were roaming all over. He tweaked her nipples, stroked her belly, ran his fingers through her pubic hair, and played with the glass phallus. Even more amazing than the feeling of being with two men at once was the feeling that she was being both thoroughly fucked and tenderly made love to simultaneously. She twisted her neck around and caught John's mouth in a desperate kiss.

As their mouths separated, she looked him in the eye. "Stand up," she asked. "I want to feel your cock in me, too. I want you to come in my mouth while Duke fucks me. Please." Her husband quickly obeyed, standing spread-eagled above her lover. She pulled him close, kissing his thighs. He'd always kept his balls shaved for her, and she gently took one in her mouth. But, with the movement down below, she didn't feel comfortable holding that for long. She ran her tongue up the length of his rod. With a faint smile, she realized she could taste Cindy's cum on it. She lapped at it, covering it with her saliva. Almost unconsciously, the speed and strength of her strokes on Duke's cock increased.

John looked down at his wife in amazement. Her brain was clearly turned off, and she was a fucking machine. Her mouth descended on his cock with a hunger that he rarely saw anymore. She and Duke were slamming their hips together, filling the inside of the RV with the sound of slapping flesh. 

Then John heard another noise, and looked up. Cindy was lying back on the couch, her thighs spread wide. She had produced a shiny metallic vibrator from somewhere, and was running the buzzing toy across her nipples. Her eyes met his, and she smiled wickedly. She ran the vibrator down her body, holding it against her clit. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she let out another of her strange trilling moans. Then she stared at him again, and slid the silver bullet into her slit. She was plainly putting on a show for him, and he was happy to watch. She pulled the vibrator out, and sucked it into her mouth. She repeated this process several times, wetting it with her pussy and cleaning it with tongue.

Then, she brought it over to the threesome, and placed the metal cock into John's mouth. He sucked it clean. Cindy squatted behind the writhing form of Liz, and reached around her. She placed the toy between the other woman's thighs, rubbing it up and down her husband's dick as well. The blonde gave John a wink, and turned the vibrator on. The brunette's head flew back, and she screamed in a sudden storm of sensations. Duke, too, was gripped by orgasm, thrusting hard into Liz' body and trapping the vibrator between them.



Very Good Samaritans Ch. 03



Liz collapsed on the floor, exhausted from her intense orgasm. John caught his wife as she fell over, easing her down. Cindy laid her toys aside, and then curled up on top of her husband. She took Duke's shrinking penis in her mouth, cleaning off the mingled fluids that had seeped from Liz.

The RV grew quiet, the only sounds being the labored panting slowing down and Cindy's small mewlings. John looked over at the other couple, wondering how often they did this sort of thing. He and Liz had just fallen into this adventure, and he had noticed both of them hesitating at times. Duke and Cindy, though, seemed like a well-practiced team. Looking back on the evening, John saw how he had been gently maneuvered by the couple. He didn't feel manipulated or used. Quite the opposite, in fact. But, in much the same way a horse is steered by gentle nudges from the knees, he and his wife had been steered into doing things they hadn't tried since their college days. And all the while, he had felt comfortably in charge, and free to say no.

His reverie was broken by Cindy touching his leg. "My husband's going to need some recovery time. He's getting to the age where two orgasms within an hour wear him out. You, though, still look ready to go, and deliciously big. Why don't you come on over here, and we can do something about that?"

John looked at Liz for permission, or even some reaction, but she was still delirious. He gently disengaged from her, and he and Cindy returned to the couch. The ever-eager blonde grabbed his tool, practically climbing up his chest to kiss him. Her tongue speared between his lips as she practically devoured his face. She began stroking him in a practiced way, pinching his glans each time she reached the top.

John took her big, soft breasts in his hands, rubbing his palms across those rock-hard nipples. She had a fantastic rack, and John got an idea. He broke the kiss, and said, "Lie down. I want to do something." Cindy didn't even ask, just scooted around on the couch so that she was flat on her back. It took a little effort, but John got into a position where he was straddling her. He leaned over, and wrapped her generous tits around his dick.

Cindy smiled up at him, and craned her neck forward. Each time the tip of John's penis made an appearance from between her mounds, she would swipe her tongue across it. John also noticed that her hands were busy between her legs. He kept his thumbs moving around her aureolae while pumping his hips. After the frenzied action of earlier, he was enjoying this nice and slow pleasure. Apparently so was his partner, as she brought herself off with a shout of pleasure.

"Turn around," the blonde commanded, before she'd even caught her breath. "I want sixty-nine. I want it now. Get your face in my cunt. I want to feel your tongue. I want my thighs around your ears."

John enjoyed a woman who said what she wanted without beating around the bush. He flipped around; changing which leg was tucked up beside her on the couch. As he bent over to reach her pussy, his cock went right in her mouth. She started with a hard, almost bruising suction that made him see stars. Then she began licking his balls. "Oh, you have beautiful, smooth balls. So nice to lick and suck. So tasty on my wicked tongue. Do you like my tongue on my balls? Yeah? Well, you haven't returned the favor yet. My poor pussy is so close to your tongue, but she's not feeling any love. Love my pussy. Kiss my clit. Suck me, John. Suck me!"

Obediently lowering his head, John started by tonguing the smooth pubic area above her slit. She purred in appreciation, and then cried for more. He blew a cool breath across her open labia, causing her to squeal and jump. Diving down in earnest, he clamped his mouth around her vagina and sucked hard. He flicked his tongue across her clit, trying to drive her crazy. It worked, and she began sucking on his cock like a Hoover. The two of them writhed together, each competing to push the other to distraction.

John jumped when he felt something different. Both of Cindy's hands were gripping his legs when he felt another hand rubbing his ass. He looked around to see Duke standing behind him. The big man dribbled a little oil on his hands, and then started working it between John's cheeks. The thick, rough fingers teased his anus, working some of that oil around the entrance. Cindy screamed at him to get back to licking her.

While feasting on the blonde's tasty cleft, he was acutely aware of what her husband was doing to him. He felt one of those fingers slide up into him. It had been a long time since anyone had done that to him, and he was nervous. Duke was slow and patient, though, and worked the finger in slowly. Then the finger was withdrawn, and he felt both excited and apprehensive. He felt Duke spread his ass cheeks wide apart. But, when he felt a tongue touch his rectum, the surprise of it caused him to immediately blow his load!

Duke didn't stop, though. He kept tonguing that ass, even penetrating it just a bit. John was nearly paralyzed by the sensations. He knew that he was neglecting Cindy, but he just couldn't move. Then, Liz was kissing him. Some part of him wanted to feel embarrassed for what was happening with his wife right there. But, her heated kiss made it clear that she had no problem with it. When she broke the kiss, she looked at him. "You look so hot right now," she said.

Liz had always had a secret fantasy about watching two guys going at it. She knew that John kept a stash of gay porn that he thought was in a secret folder on the computer. She had masturbated to it more than once. She'd never felt comfortable confessing this to him before, though. Now, it looked like she was about to get her wish.

In the meantime, poor Cindy was trapped under the boys with no one paying attention to her. Liz had only gotten second-hand tastes of that quim so far tonight, and wanted more. She started licking those creamy thighs, pushing John's head out of the way. She worked her way quickly to the center, gobbling up the cream oozing out of her. She thrust her tongue deep into the blonde's cleft, cleaning her out. She ate her out for several minutes, licking every part she could reach. Cindy was screaming again, and yelling all kinds of encouragement at her husband.

Liz moved her head to concentrate on the clit, which also allowed her to look up from what she was doing. John seemed to have not moved so much as a muscle, and his face was locked in a rictus of ecstasy. She could see his penis bobbing against Cindy's cheek, already hard again. Cindy was working Duke's penis, getting him hard, while Duke seemed to be thrusting the glass dildo that had so recently been in Liz' ass into her husband.

Duke said, "OK, I think I'm about as ready as I'm going to get. But, I think we definitely need to move. This old couch isn't going to take much more. Why don't we head back to the bedroom?" The suggestion was unanimously approved and immediately implemented. Liz was somewhat surprised, though, to see Cindy immediately dive onto the bed and roll into the middle. She spread her legs and held out her arms to John. "Fuck me, John," she said. "Fuck me like you're going to get fucked. Get your cock inside me now, so my man can get his inside you. He wants you. I want you. It's time for you to get double-fucked, like your wife was."

John didn't seem to hesitate, and climbed into the blonde's embrace. Then Duke said to Liz, "Why don't you climb up on those pillows there? You'll have a pretty good view of the action, and my wife might even be able to pay a little attention to you." Liz, almost in a dream state at this point, climbed up at the head of the bed. She was staring at her husband, balls-deep in another woman. Then, Cindy said, "Huh-uh, darling. That's not going to work. Spread those legs, so I can see that pretty pussy of yours. Yeah, that's it. Play with it for me. Finger your clit. Oh, yeah, you look so good."

Liz looked over to watch Duke getting ready. He was spreading oil on his shaft. When he noticed her watching, he turned it into a show, stroking his cock for her. His slow masturbation was really turning her on. She started rubbing her clit in the same rhythm. The memory of his manhood sliding down her throat came back to her, and she wished she could have swallowed his seed. 

Duke climbed up on the bed behind John. Mesmerized, Liz watched a man slap his long, hard tool against her husband's ass. Somehow, this was better than all the porn and all the fantasies had been. Cindy started yelling at her husband to hurry up. Duke, though, patiently took his time. He seemed to know that he had taken control of this situation, and was teasing all three of his partners. He spread John's cheeks apart, and just lay his cock between them. Liz watched the head bob in and out of sight, much like her husband's had between Cindy's tits earlier. John groaned, and started bucking back against the bigger man. Duke seemed to relent, and put the tip of his spear against his lover's rosebud.

John jumped at the first thrust. He had been working to relax as much as he could, but it still hurt a bit. Duke thrust again, and he gave a small yelp. Cindy began stroking his arms and whispering about how hot he was making her. He also felt her cunt muscles stroking his dick. Taking a deep breath, he willed his anus to open for the welcome intruder. Another thrust, and another. John could feel a void that he hadn't even been conscious of being fucked to overflowing.

Duke's hips slapped into John's cheeks as he bottomed out. The sound seemed to freeze the trio in a tableau. From the middle of the sex sandwich, John looked at his wife, suddenly concerned about what she was thinking. He was surprised to see her masturbating furiously, her eyes locked on where his body joined with the other man's. With that unmistakable approval, he pushed his hips back. For the first time since he'd entered her, he felt his tool slide out of Cindy's slit. Very gently and slowly, he pushed back in. Duke largely held still, and he felt that massive member slide out of his own hole.

There were several uneven spasms of movement between the trio. But, gradually, they found a rhythm. John felt like the middle of a spring. The cock would pull out of his ass, dragging his hips back with it, desperate to hold onto that feeling. Before it could go too far, Duke would reverse direction, driving his partner into his wife. The blonde was largely lying still, but urging on the men with a stream of filthy commands. She had also reached over and shoved two fingers into Liz' pussy.

Speed and intensity picked up. John was being batted back and forth between the other couple, unable to process anymore where the sensations were coming from. The cock in his ass and the cock in her cunt seemed to become one, just a single shaft of pleasure sawing through the middle of his body. He didn't know why, but he seemed to be floating forever, riding the crest of the building orgasm. 

Finally, with a terrific shout, he came. His balls emptied themselves into the woman beneath him. But, the pumping action of the man behind him kept the fucking going. Even as his mind exploded and he lost control of his muscles, his dick kept right on going. He felt like he was cumming again and again. He was aware of Cindy's screams as she reached climax, screaming at her husband to fuck her, as if John wasn't even there. Duke began bellowing back, and John could feel the sperm jetting out, coating his bowels.

Thoroughly spent, the trio disengaged, flopping onto the bed. John couldn't even think. He felt something strange, and looked down to see his naked wife wiping down his softened member and tender ass with a washcloth. She leaned down and gave his cock a quick kiss, as though tucking it in for the night. He was vaguely aware of her cleaning up the other couple in much the same way, before she crawled up beside him.

Exhausted and exhilarated, they fell fast asleep.

(finis?)