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Driven To Desperation Ch. 01

By: fluidline1



PROLOGUE

IT LOOKED LIKE THE MAN WAS BEHEADED. 

At least, the head was missing. What was left was the rest of the body, and reclined against the wall; it looked like the man had been sitting on some kind of a reclining chair.

That, he was a man was evident: there was a hard up thrust penis between his open thighs, almost perpendicular to his body.

In proportion to the body, the penis seemed extremely huge, almost, impossibly so. It was around seven inches in length and by no stretch of imagination was it thin, because the diameter would have to be about an inch and a half.

In reality, the man was a portrait. An outstanding painting done on a life size canvas; well, almost entirely.

The penis was not a part of the portrait. Nor was it real. It was an artificial penis, one of those found in sex shops. It was fastened between the legs of the headless man in the portrait by drilling a hole there and fixing a few rivets from behind the painting.

He stared at the portrait with unseeing eyes. He was sprawled out on a chair that was remarkably like the one in the portrait. And like the man in the portrait, he was naked too. But unlike the man in the portrait, he still had his head on his body, and too, his penis was totally flaccid.

He was fucked out. Totally, absolutely fucked out.

And he knew that it would be next to impossible to ever have an erection again. His flesh was not willing, and neither was the spirit. 

He had given up. Fifteen years down the line and it was time to call quits. He just couldn’t take it any more.

His amorous wife had killed him off sexually. 

Numbly, he turned his head from the portrait and watched his wife in the center of the room. She was in a sexual frenzy. She always was. And he supposed he had been a fool to marry her. The difference in their ages had been too much. And it had taken a heavy toll.

She was sitting on the longhaired man, her back to him and his cock up inside her cunt. The other man, short and bulky, stood by her side, languidly moving his hips to and fro and watching his cock gliding in and out of her mouth. The third man knelt on the other side, his head at her jiggling tits, lips licking the large nipples when he was not sucking an entire tit.

She was making small gurgling noises in her mouth, bouncing up and down on the longhaired man, impaling herself, no gorging herself, with his hard and erect cock. One hand held the short man whom she was sucking by his buttocks and her other hand was behind the third man’s head, urging him to suck on her large tits.

As he watched the four of them from the chair, he felt a twinge of guilt, and then a flash of pain course through his body. 

He was angry. He threw away a penis-enhancer he had been holding in his hand and slowly got up from the chair. Continuing to look at them he backed away till he was at the door that led to their bedroom. 

He paused at the door and turned to enter the room. He hesitated, and then glanced at them again.

They were not even aware of him. It was as if the husband did not exist.

“Oh yes, fuck me,” she wailed, drawing her head back and rubbing the glans of the cock she was sucking over her cheek. “Fuck me with your hard cock, yes, yes, like that, oh god, you fill me up!”

“Suck me,” the stocky man reminded her, moving his hips in circles, helping her smear his pre-cum over her face.

“It’s my turn, now,” the third man who had been at her tits protested, getting to his feet. 

She laughed. “Both of you, now. Stand on either side of me and let me suck both your dicks.”

The two men arranged themselves on her sides as instructed as she continued to ride the cock that was fucking into her powerfully.

The man, on whom she was sitting, brought his hands around her and grasped her heavy tits, mauling the flesh. Her head was like a windshield wiper, turning to one cock and then to the other as she took turns sucking the two men. At one point, she brought both the cock heads together and giggled as she tried to stuff them simultaneously inside her mouth.

The longhaired man grunted and got off the chair, his cock still buried inside her cunt and the three of them managed to arrange her onto her hands and knees on the floor.

He grabbed her hips and began to slam inside her like a battering ram, shoving her body forward till she was gagging on one cock and furiously jerking off the other.

He looked away. With short steps, he entered the bedroom and waded across to the closet. He opened it and from under a stack of shirts, pulled out the gun.

He flipped open the magazine and checked the charge. It was loaded. He heard his wife moan, the almost obscene noises of sucking and the dull rhythmic sound of her buttocks slamming against the man’s hips.

He wouldn’t be doing this, he thought. And he hadn’t till now. As long as he could raise an erection watching her being serviced by other men, he was okay.

It had initially started with the portrait he had made. Then, he would get charged when she would straddle the dildo and take him in her mouth. That faded away and the portrait had to be replaced by real flesh.

Her appetite was enormous. Watching her with another man kept him going till that too faded away and the desire to watch her doing it with more than one to be able to raise an erection, had made him accept the current situation in hand. Three men!

He slid back the safety catch and looked at the door.

He was ready.

******

I AM CRAZILY IN LOVE WITH MY WIFE.

Fifteen years later and I still am. And to have her with me and beside me until the end, I would do anything that she wants. Which was precisely what I planned.

At forty-seven, I am not what one would call in a physically okay condition and there in lies the crux of the matter. My doctors tell me I have sinusitis, an irritable bowel syndrome, a depression problem and most of all the two words most men usually dread: ED. I had tried everything, from Viagra to herbal capsules and lotions prescribed by psychiatrists, sex consultants and roadside quacks. Nothing had worked for me and I was resigned to the fact that nothing ever would. 

My wife is thirty-three and at her physical peak. Basically, she has always been the aggressor in almost everything we come across in day-to-day life. Taking decisions was her forte. Running the house and managing the finances (in addition to adding to them) were her portfolios. And she was, in two words what most women her age would like to be: sexually active. Anita (I call her Ann) is extraordinarily inventive when it comes to sex and her drive never ceases to amaze me. When in sexual need, she was like a nymphomaniac.

Under other circumstances, I would never dream of trying to do what I finally did. But I reckon, love makes one forget about all circumstances. And to have her with me till the end, (most couples who are really in love with each other have that goal) I had to keep both of us happy.

I guess I have always been in love with her and will continue to do just that.

But before coming down to describing what I did to try and keep the marriage going, it is necessary to know the background: not just the basics, but the complete details.

I realized that I was hopelessly in love with her ever since the day she attended the birthday party my folks had hosted when I turned twenty-eight. 

“Happy birthday, dada,” she had wished me, smiling that radiant smile of hers, which strangely I had never noticed before. The word ‘dada’ implies literally ‘elder brother’ and that is what she had always called me. 

After that day and the days that followed, I would be seated at my desk in my aunt’s place, pretending to be absorbed in my work, but mostly glancing out of the window, hoping that she would show up. 

She lived in a tiny bungalow whose backyard faced the window of my study room. I had always preferred to do my work from here for two reasons (after the twenty-eighth birthday, I added a third reason) – one, the purely residential area was located far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, in tranquil surroundings boasting of having the densest woods; and two, my uncle and aunt had no children. And peace was intrinsic to my area of work: I was studying to be an architect.

I proposed to her only after I reached thirty-two for the simple reason that she attained major age at that time. So figure out how old she was when I actually fell in love with her!

“Isn’t the difference between your ages too much?” Most of my friends would ask me the question; or, “But hey, she calls you dada!”

I hadn’t proposed directly to her. Instead, I had preferred to take up the issue with her parents. And having known me so well for so many years (more particularly, being aware of the fact that we were quite well to do) they had eagerly agreed.

She was doing her senior in commerce at that time, and naturally, she had friends of her age who ridiculed my proposition. She had seemed to be sort of shell-shocked when she got the news, and I had told her to take her time and think about it.

It took her a week to say ‘yes’.

It was decided that we wait for six months before exchanging vows.

In these six months, we met every day, ostensibly, I suppose, to get to know each other better in a relatively different way than we knew both of us to be.

We went to the finest restaurants, took in vague movies and went for long drives. I let it be known that I was crazy about trekking; I had, after all trekked the Himalayas twice. She was fascinated and I promised her that we would go there for the honeymoon.

“Not trekking, for gods sakes!”

I had laughed, “No way, we fly!”

She was everything I desired. Witty, bright (she read a lot), innocent about a lot of worldly ways and plus, she rode the motorcycle like a she-devil.

At about five-seven, she was five inches shorter than me, but the stilettos she loved to wear compensated that by a couple of inches. She was strikingly well built and good looking enough to make one look at her more than once. 

She had always been well built. Broad shoulders, sort of double-boned, there was really very little that would suggest that she was petite or very feminine if you discounted her very generous breasts and her lush curves. 

She had a rather large nose, equally large eyes, thick eyebrows and a very wide and full mouth. Once, when I had knocked on her door at an unexpected hour, I saw her in a short robe. She had tremendously well made thighs. She had long legs all right, but very powerful thighs. 

She always tied up her long curly tresses in a sort of a ponytail with brightly colored bands. Without the ponytail, those long hairs of hers framed her face perfectly: like a kind of a halo.

What was a delightful surprise was the fact that she was an extremely passionate girl. The first time I kissed her (I had intended it to be a gentle quick peck on the lips) I had felt her opening her wide mouth and trying to push her tongue in mine. She had read a Sidney Sheldon novel and coincidentally the film was in town. We had enjoyed the movie (although the scenes involving the guy having sex with the women before killing them had made me squirm) and after a couple of coffees at the coffee bar, I had driven her back to her place.

It was rather late, around eleven-thirty I guess, when I decided I wanted to kiss her goodnight.

Under the porch, surrounded by bougainvillea, I proceeded to do just that. Imagine my surprise when she kissed me back hungrily, pushing herself hard against me.

I was thirty-two and a lot more experienced in these matters than she. When her hands went around my shoulders and her tongue into my mouth, I almost thought of taking her back to my aunt’s place; I could easily sneak in. But somehow, the thought of doing it with her like that didn’t appeal to me, so I let go.

My cousins and friends had decorated my bedroom for us to spend our first night after the wedding. There had been the usual bantering and taunting reserved especially for the bridegroom and bride before I was allowed to close the door. 

Roses, marigold and even lotus had been used profusely. The bed was literally strewn with them, and I thought she looked gorgeous when I saw her sitting on the bed, looking demure and shy.

She was bedecked with all kind of ornaments and was wearing the typical silk sari that is worn by a new bride: five yards of the yard-and-a-half wide silk cloth wrapped around the body, with one border curving over the front to cover the chest and hanging over the back.

I remember sitting close to her that night, whispering to her that she looked so beautiful and wonderful, as I took my time and removed every single ornament she had been wearing.

“You look especially beautiful when you blush,” I had told her.

Devoid of ornaments, I had begun to now concentrate on the clothes. First, I gently pulled the border of the sari from around her shoulders. She hid her face in her hands when the garment came away in my hands. I felt choked when I realized that the blouse she was wearing under that border, was so low at the front, I could easily see a fourth of the top of her bunched up large breasts. The fact that I wasn’t aware of this during the entire reception party, made it look sexier. I swallowed and leaning forward clumsily, I kissed the top of her head.

“All the clothes,” she had murmured.

She had to stand up on the floor for me to unwrap the sari, and as I did it, she kept her gaze fixed on my hands. The top of the sari is tucked into a long petticoat, and it took quite an effort on my part to get it off. She giggled once when she found that it was tough going for me, but made no move to help me.

When I threw away the sari on a chair by the side of the bed, I pulled the little drawstring that held the petticoat at her waist. This time around she did help me.

“Wait,” she whispered, “let me do it. Or you may end up tying a knot that you may not be able to remove.”

I waited and watched her nimbly pulling the small end of the thread, and then, the petticoat slid down to the floor around her knees.

I gulped again when I looked at her. Clad in blue panties and the red skimpy blouse, she looked incredibly sexy. Before I could continue, she stopped me.

“Wait. It’s your turn now.”

“I undressed you so far. So it’s only fair that you undress me,” I told her, my voice husky and my throat dry. And needless to mention, my heart was racing like I had just come off a thousand meter jogging track.

Shyly, she reached out to unbutton my silk shirt. I had stripped off my coat and tie at the reception hall itself. Suits and shoes stifle me. They don’t allow me to breathe the way I want to.

I stood there, so close to her, my eyes riveted on her heaving bosom and her naked thighs beneath her panties as she drew the shirt away from my body. I raised my hands so that she could pull out the vest. When her hands fumbled for the belt, I caught them.

“Wait. Let me do it. Or you may end up tangling it so that you may not be able to remove it.”

She giggled and allowed me to tug out the belt.

There’s something wonderful about a couple undressing each other. Especially when they haven’t seen each other naked before. All those months of having restrained myself from even partially undressing her, paid off. I was having a ball.

I allowed her to unbutton my pants and when they fell in a heap around my legs, I clearly saw her eyes widening in disbelief when she saw the enormous bulge inside my underwear. She blushed again.

We stood facing each other for a long time. She looked very radiant and incredibly beautiful.

I gently put my arms around her shoulders and pulled her into my embrace. I wanted to bury my face in her hair, but she raised her face and my lips brushed her cheek.

I realized that she wanted to kiss me, so I put my lips on hers.

I felt her arms going around my waist and she ground her body against mine when our mouths fused together. 

She kissed me hungrily, just like that day under the porch. But this time around it was with gay abandon than out of sheer urgency.

I felt her soft tongue meet mine and I was surprised when she suddenly started to suck my tongue, letting out a soft moan.

We kissed like that for a long time and I pushed my erection against her stomach. She must have felt it because she pushed right back. She rocked her body from one side to the other and this made me let out a groan.

I pushed against her and she kept going backward till her knees came up against the bed. She tumbled down onto it and I held her by her shoulders so that she wouldn’t fall.

I made her sit on the edge of the low bed and then slipped down on my knees on the floor. I dragged my mouth away from hers and kissed her chin, trailing slowly down to the hollow of her neck.

She understood. Grasping my face with her strong hands, she pulled me down so that I could bury my face between her big breasts. I inhaled deeply, taking in the musky fragrance of perfume and sweat. Blindly, I groped for her breasts and felt her twisting around so that I could get my hands around them.

She let out a long sigh when I squeezed her breasts. I felt her hands slide down over my back and then over my stomach, down, down, till she could squeeze my bulge.

I almost ejaculated then. Though I was still in my underwear, I could feel the heat of her hands as she struggled to grip my erection.

“Wait, wait,” she pleaded, “Together, please, please”

I drew back and she went still as I unbuttoned her blouse with shaking hands. She gripped my wrists, as if to steady my hands. As the buttons came off, I could see her blue bra sagging down, struggling to contain her heavy breasts inside it. It was a kind of a push-up bra (though she didn’t need any support there) and that bunched her breasts together, revealing an enticing cleavage. 

She pushed back her hands to allow me to remove the blouse off her body. The top of her breasts glistened with her sweat, rising and falling as she breathed deeply.

I bent down and kissed the top of her breasts. She moaned, arching her back and thrusting her chest at me. I let my mouth move down and closed my lips around one bra-clad nipple. She shuddered.

I let my hands caress her naked thighs and she softly called my name.

“Oh, Ashish!”

I moved on to the other nipple and felt her legs go taut as I took it in my mouth.

“Oh God!” she moaned.

She clutched the back of my head to her bosom. I was now only too aware of my painful erection, so I drew back.

With trembling hands, I reached behind her and fumbled for the bra hooks.

She stopped me again, giggling girlishly when she realized I couldn’t unfasten the hooks.

When she reached behind to take off her bra, her breasts swelled to fill up the cups. Any which way I looked at them, I was fascinated.

When the bra joined her blouse on the bed, I stared speechlessly (not that I was talking a lot) at her bare breasts.

That’s when she surprised me. Reaching up to lift her breasts in her hands, she pouted: “Like my tits?”

Hearing her sprout out the word brought me to the very edge of ejaculating in my underwear. I dumbly nodded as I gazed at her breasts. They were extraordinary. Large, firm and soft with big and hard nipples, the areolas were almost an inch and a half in diameter. 

“Want to suck on my tits, Ash?” she whispered.

“Where,” I managed to croak, “did you learn those words?”

She laughed impishly. “The advantages of reading Robbins and the other lot.”

“I want to suck,” I muttered to her, leaning forward to do just that.

She drew away teasingly. “Want to suck what?”

“Your tits!” I spat out harshly.

She offered them to me, and boy! Did I go after them! 

I began by licking one nipple with the tip of my tongue till it was dripping with my saliva. She was pushing her chest at me making animal like sounds deep in her throat. 


Driven To Desperation Ch. 01



When the nipple was wet enough, I opened my mouth wide and took in as much of her tit as possible. She stifled a scream, then holding her breast with one hand pushed in, as if feeding me more of her.

I spent a long time sucking her like that. As I sucked, I also let my lips lick at the nipple. I reached for her other tit and began to knead it.

“The other one darling! Do the other one!” she exclaimed.

Swiftly, I moved my head and instead of licking the nipple, directly took her in my mouth.

She wriggled and jerked on the bed as I feasted on her tits. She was holding both her tits now, pushing them wildly against my face. At one point of time, I bunched them together and tried to stuff both the nipples in my mouth at the same time. It was impossible.

“Please, Ash, please, I want to see your cock,” she whimpered.

Innocent, sweet little big wife! First ‘tits’ and now ‘cock’! Whatever next? I wondered.

Reluctantly, I let off her tits and got to my feet. I looked at her, sitting there, hair all over her face, flushed and breathing hard and eyes wide with excitement.

I had married a fire breather! 

She didn’t let me peel off my underwear. Instead, she grabbed the waistband with both her hands and pulled. She was impatient, because she let the garment hang around my hips, and when my erection burst out, hard and throbbing, she caught hold of it in her hands.

To this day, I don’t know how I managed not to come.

“My God, its so big!” she breathed and her face was so close to my prick, I could feel the heat of her breath.

I knew she did not have any kind of experience in sex; I knew her too well. If she had any of it, I was sure that it would have been restricted to those little boy-little girl explorations. But I suppose it is instinct that makes a girl slide the flesh of the male genitals up and down when she holds it for the first time. She did that to mine, and it was pure ecstasy. 

“It’s you who are responsible for that,” I told her, reaching down to fondle her breasts again, which were dangling down; I just couldn’t keep my hands away from them.

“Wait,” she said, “let me look and feel you.”

So I stood there, bent down from the waist and fondled her breasts while she softly moved her hand up and down over my hot flesh. She cupped my scrotum with the other and I jerked involuntarily, trying to control my feelings that just galloped with wild abandon.

“Oh my God!” she muttered, “It’s so hard and so big.”

“What is so hard and big?” I queried, wanting to hear her revert back to her more graphic vocabulary.

“Your cock, no, it’s now my cock. My dick. My prick. My rod”

I mauled her tits when she whispered those words and decided to play her game.

“Wouldn’t you let me see my cunt, darling?” I asked her.

She blushed, squeezing my prick and then silently lifted her hips off the bed. “Take off my panties,” she commanded.

Even as she continued to milk my flesh, I slipped my hands down over her waist and pushed my fingers in the elastic waistband of her panties. She had to let go of my prick temporarily because I had to bend down to slide her panties down her thighs and then down all the way. She sat back on the bed and now lifted her legs. I wiggled backward so that her feet were in my lap and pulled off the flimsy material.

The panties joined the sari on the chair and she was gloriously naked. I pushed her back and she fell onto the bed, lying across it.

Then, with a stifled groan, I threw myself on her top, blindly reaching to take hold of her tits, my mouth again covering hers as I felt my prick rub against her thighs.

Her hands went around my neck and she pulled me deeper. I felt her lifting her hips and pressing against my groin. She pushed one hand down between our fused bodies to grasp my erection.

Pulling her mouth away from mine she gasped, “Please fuck with me, Ashish, put your cock in my cunt, oh please, now.”

Aware that she was substantially younger than me and as I said before, innocent of the worldly ways, I wanted to ask her if she knew what it would be like to fuck for the first time. I was about to take her virginity and I knew it would pain. Unless something extraordinary had happened to her, I was pretty sure she had her hymen intact. As I said, I had known her very well, and though there were quite a lot of guys who would have been aching to get into her pants, I knew she hadn’t allowed anybody to take that liberty.

This was not the time to ask about her hymen or talk about the pain when it is broken for the first time. That would be superfluous. And totally out of the scenario this night. She was pretty much worked up and in heat. Maybe her mom had told her the finer points about how to manage during the first night. 

“Easy, honey, easy,” I whispered into her ears, licking her there and me saying that was pretty ridiculous because my hands seemed to be having a mind of their own. They were mauling and kneading and squeezing her massive tits.

“Oh please, don’t wait, don’t tell me to wait, just put it inside of me and fuck me!” she replied breathlessly. Her hands fluttered around my prick and squeezed my balls and she was raining desperate kisses all around my face. Wet kisses with a lot of tongue in them.

“I know it will pain a bit, darling. I have heard and read enough of it not to know. But I’m a strong girl and I know that the pain is temporary and will go away. Just do it now and put your cock in my cunt. Please!” she implored.

“Okay, just stop moving around so much. Let me do it slowly till the pain goes off. Lie still, now.”

It was difficult for her to do so, but to her credit she did. She waited; her legs spread wide apart, her hands going around my shoulders. She looked down between our bodies.

I grasped the base of my prick and slightly lifted my hips off her body. She was quite tall, so I didn’t have to make much of an adjustment. My fingers trembled as I pushed forward slowly, feeling for the opening in her.

She slid one hand below and I felt her hand closing around mine. She was guiding me to her opening!

Slowly, ever so slowly, inch-by-inch, I pushed forward till the head of my prick was entering her. She was very tight, but the lubrication, I suppose was helping me. Her pussy was wet and hot.

I pushed in marginally and froze when she let out a sharp gasp and went rigid, her nails digging into my back. I could feel the thin veil between my prick and her insides and instinctively knew that any further movement would cause her pain. 

“Now, honey, now, just relax,” I murmured soothingly.

She grunted and then surprised me by suddenly thrusting her hips up and crying out, no doubt in pain.

“No, no, just fuck me!” she screamed, impatiently.

I felt the wetness surround my prick and knew that it wasn’t just her juices I was feeling, but also the blood. 

A long time ago a pal of mine had told me that once you are through the initial impediment, don’t wait any further. “You just got to ram away,” he had laughed. And he should have known; he had married thrice, and all of his wives, or so he used to tell me, were virgins.

Moreover, Anita was impatient and was urging me on, letting me know that she didn’t care a damn if I was hurting her as long as I was going to complete the job.

Gripping her tits hard and kissing her mouth even harder, I pulled back slightly and thrust down again. 

She stifled another scream. I had kept my eyes open, closely watching her face even as it contorted with pain. I saw tears rolling off the sides of her eyes, which were shut tight and I felt her sharp nails rake across my back. 

I peered down and saw my prick buried completely inside her pussy and groaned when I saw her legs spreading further apart, rising and then wrapping around my buttocks.

“Now, darling, now, give it to me, fuck me, oh god, I have been waiting for so long for this, oh god, please fuck me.”

And so I did. I couldn’t help myself and began to pound into her. I was aware that I would not be able to hold back, so I gave it everything I could. I put my mouth on hers, felt her tongue inside and began to suck on it even as I stroked in and out of her, feeling as though my shaft was on fire and enveloped by a hot and tight cavern. 

She squeezed my waist with her strong thighs and I suddenly felt the walls of her pussy milking around my prick. When I attempted to slow the proceedings by coming to a complete stop with my prick buried inside her, I still felt the masturbatory movements that her pussy made.

This was incredible! If mere reading and advise from family and friends had done this to her, I wondered what a few more sessions between us would lead up to. 

My orgasm was inevitable; her sucking pussy was taking care of that. So, selfishly, I thought, I abandoned all pretensions and compulsions about trying to take it slow and easy. I withdrew my prick partially from her pussy, and then set up a fast and furious tempo, stroking rapidly in and out, in and out of her.

She was moaning and screaming all the time, uttering incoherent sentences and those four letter words that only served to egg me on.

“Oh yes, oh yes, like that, darling, faster, faster, deeper, still deeper, oh god, your cock feels so good inside my cunt, oh god, harder, darling, oh yes, just like I thought, it’s so good, it feels so good, fuck, fuck, fuck…” She uttered the last word every time that I slammed into her.

“Oh god, Anita,” I broke my silence. “Oh god, Anita, oh god, you are so wet and hot and tight, oh god, I can’t hold back, I can’t hold it anymore, oh my god, I-I-I am going to come, oh god!”

She began to move her hips faster. “Yes, yes, Ash, come, come in me, pour yourself inside me, oh yes, come darling, come.”

I grunted and felt my sweat rolling off my forehead and dripping down on her convulsing body.

And then, with a howl, I slammed in for the last time and ejaculated, my body shuddering and jerking, my head arched up and eyes shut.

It was one of the longest orgasms I had, or so it seemed. I felt like a vice had gripped my insides and squeezed out the bag that held my semen: I felt that I was literally coming in gallons (though I knew that sounds exaggerated) and that it just wouldn’t stop.

I felt her hands pulling me down. Her full mouth opened against mine. I felt her tongue thrusting inside.

I collapsed on top of her.

And drifted off to sleep

******

Our honeymoon was one long and wild experience.

We flew to Srinagar, Kashmir. The land of the Dal Lake, the snow-topped mountains, of apple trees and greenery, hillocks and narrow winding lanes: the land of the romantic.

The hotel we checked in was not too big and unpretentious. Our room was about twelve-by-twelve and had a authentic fireplace. On one side was the attached bathroom and on the other was a tiny balcony overlooking miles of snow and green with the huge snow mountains serving as the ideal background.

We had flown up to Delhi and from there we had taken a bus. More than two thirds of the passengers were like us: honeymooners.

In the bus, Anita gave me no respite. Not that I wanted any, but hey, a man’s got to have a break, right? 

It was chilly during the ride and promptly Anita took out the large blanket from the overnight case we were carrying (in addition to two large bags in the boot) and spread the blanket to cover both of us.

And there in the midst of all the passengers, her hand groped to my crotch as she expertly unzipped me and fished out my prick. She proceeded to masturbate me till I exploded. She had managed to catch some of the juice and then did an amazing thing. 

Looking around to see if anybody was watching us, she brought her hands to her mouth and slowly, looking into my eyes, she licked up the juices smeared on her palms. I swooned with delight.

She then grabbed my hand under the blanket and guided it to her crotch. Boy, was I taken aback! She was wearing a full-length skirt and underneath, she had no panties! She guided my finger inside her sopping wet pussy and while I slowly began to move it in and out, she leaned back on the seat and closed her eyes till she came.

Even when I was signing the register at the reception counter of the hotel (it was night when we checked in) she leaned against me and gripped my crotch. 

No sooner had the bellboy left the room after I had tipped him; she closed and bolted the door, and then skipped over to where I was standing. That happened to be in the center of the room and opposite a huge mirror nailed crudely to one side of the wall.


“God, I am feeling horny!” she exclaimed, falling to her knees before me, her hands swiftly working on my zipper and buttons.

Though I had ejaculated barely an hour ago in the bus, I was sporting a huge erection and it leaped out when she dragged my pants and my underwear down my hips. 

“Oh, you are so beautiful” she told my prick, taking it in her hands as if she was holding a club.

She bent forward and planted a wet kiss on my shaft. I shivered. She had, up to that point of time, never kissed me there; all that she had been intent to do with it whenever the chance came was to stuff it inside her pussy and beg me to fuck her hard.

I groaned bending down and pushing my hands inside her blouse from the top. She wasn’t wearing a bra either! (Now you will understand why I said she didn’t need any support there: her tits were so firm, that unless her blouse had been transparent, which thank god it wasn’t, it would be impossible to say that she hadn’t been wearing a bra).

When she kissed the tip of my prick, I groaned and grunted, scooping her tits in my palms and squeezing them.

“Just a minute. I don’t want to be unfair,” she said mischievously. She pulled away and her hands swiftly unbuttoned her blouse. She didn’t pull it off her body; she just let it hang on her shoulders allowing her tits to tumble out. 

I grabbed the naked mounds, pinching her erect hard nipples between thumb and forefinger. She turned her attention to my prick.

“What a lovely thing you are!” She spoke to it again, kissing the base. 

I shuddered when I felt her wet tongue lap one side of the shaft from the top to the base. Then, it slithered over the other side from the base to the top. 

“Oh god, Ann, that feels so good,” I said, looking down. Her hair had fallen forward, so I pushed them behind her scalp and held them there so that I could watch her lips gliding over my hot, throbbing shaft.

“Does it, Ash? You like it?” She looked up enquiringly.

In reply, I thrust my hips forward, the tip of my prick now rubbing against her chin. “Don’t stop, Ann!”

“Hmmm” she cooed, getting back to lick my shaft again. Over and over, from top to bottom and from bottom to top, she licked my shaft till it was glistening with her saliva. 

I realized that it was only because I had ejaculated earlier in the bus that I could hold back.

“Do you want me to take your cock in my mouth?” she asked.

I wanted to scream “yes” but decided against it. Instead, I asked her, what I thought, was a ridiculous and childish question: “How do you know about it? I mean, did someone tell you about this?”

She laughed throatily. “The Betsy”

“The what?” I was puzzled.

“Harold Robbins. You read that novel? Or The Pirate?”

I shook my head. I was amazed.

“Plus yes, someone did talk to me about it.”

“Do you want to?”

“Want what?”

“Take it in your mouth?”

“I always thought of it as being so erotic!” she said, fondling my prick and beginning to move her hand up and down over the flesh.

“Then take it!” I said harshly.

She smiled mysteriously and leaned forward. Holding my prick with both her hands, she opened her mouth wide and placed me in her.

When her lips closed around my shaft, I almost died! It was an exquisite feeling! I had always associated oral sex as something I would like my fantasy woman, or the neighbor’s wife to do to me; certainly not my innocent, young wife.

Those thoughts were immediately dispelled when I saw her lips sliding back and forth over my throbbing prick. I am not very big in that department; obviously Anita thought so because it was probably the first prick she had seen that belonged to a man. (I was right). I was maybe six and a quarter inches long when erect and around an inch and a half in diameter. (I was wrong about the diameter: I was an inch and a quarter in that department). 

But six and a quarter inches isn’t exactly miniature and when I felt the tip meet her tonsils, there was still about three inches outside her mouth and so she had to contend moving her lips back and forth over approximately half of the length of my prick.


On their own volition, my hands left her gorgeous tits and buried in her hair behind her head. I watched as she moved not just her face, but also the entire part of her upper body to and fro, sucking my prick. She stabbed it repeatedly with her tongue, making small adulatory cries of pleasure. Her hands wrapped around my buttocks and clutched them hard and she urged me to move my hips back and forth, sending my prick deeper into her mouth and pulling it out till just the tip remained.

A low moan of capitulation emanated from the back of my throat and my body began to tingle all over. The little sparks that her lips were building on my shaft began to grow and grow till they became one big hot flame that I thought would burn me.

She continued to suck me in earnest, rolling her tongue around the shaft, occasionally licking the sensitive tip and nibbling down the sides.

She pulled back, my prick making a soft plopping sound as it came out of her mouth. “Ash, fuck my mouth with your cock. You are not doing it.” And she went back to sucking me, this time very hard indeed.

I held the back of her head and began to pump my prick in and out of her mouth. She made guttural sounds and slurped away at my shaft, her tongue never leaving the action.

“Ann, I am going to come,” I warned her.

She nodded, looking up at me. If I thought she would pull away, I was thinking wrong. On the contrary, she held on to me and began to suck harder and harder, her face moving in the opposite directions of my hips. 

I threw back my head, howled out my pleasure and erupted.

“Ahhhhh!! Oh god, oh god, ugghhh…oh god, oh god,” I chanted almost religiously as spurt after spurt of my juice shot out from my prick, filling up her mouth.

I felt her swallowing hard and furiously making exaggerated gulping noises that seemed to be almost obscene. I looked down, gazing at her lips locked on my jerking shaft, her eyes closed in concentration.

Long after I emptied myself in her voracious mouth, she released my shaft, now limp and shriveled. She licked it and lapped at it as if she wanted to clean it off all juices that she might have inadvertently left behind. But she had no such luck, because she had already sucked off whatever was there.

“Oh god, you taste so lovely! Oh god, I feel like drinking you over and over again. Suck you up and lick you up and lap you up.”

I was feeling weak and drained and tried to struggle over to the bed. I couldn’t make it; I collapsed on the floor when I was half way there.

When I came to my senses, it was dark in the room and I was lying on the bed. I had been in a kind of a trance, a euphoric high that I had drifted into and was now waking up.

When I focused my eyes, I found myself facing the mirror. Apparently she had tucked me in and the blanket was pulled right up to my chin.

That was when I felt the blanket moving rhythmically. I opened my eyes and through the mirror I could see Ann’s reflection. I had my back to her and she was facing away from me. 

I could clearly see what she was doing in the light of the night lamp that was shining on her side. That was perhaps the time that I should have realized what was coming.




Driven To Desperation Ch. 01



She was curled up. The blanket was lifted up over her waist and so was her nightie. From waist below she was completely naked; above the waist too she was naked but the blanket covered her there. 

She was reading a paperback and one of her hand was rubbing against her pussy.

Obviously, I had not satisfied her appetite; I had just drifted off. And she was setting that right by masturbating furiously!

******



Driven To Desperation Ch. 02



Before the baby came, which was six years after our marriage, and ever since our honeymoon, Anita came up with a variety of experiments to satiate her lust. She was simply unstoppable and I was finding it extremely difficult to put up with her needs.

She was a perfect daughter and most of my friends and family were envious of me. Outside the privacy of our bedroom, she looked so innocent and so demure that it would be impossible to imagine that she would be even capable of experimenting with sex to such an extent so as to exhaust a virile man like me.

She would always dress conservatively. Invariably decked up in saris and high-necked, long sleeved blouses and very occasionally giving even a hint of her large breasts by keeping the border of the sari firmly in place by means of pins, it would be extremely rare for even me to get a glimpse of her large breasts ensconced in the blouse.

That she was a big girl was evident; no clothes would hide that fact. But she always kept those curves well hidden. Even the gowns she wore at home were large, loose and shapeless. 

In the bedroom and with the door locked, she was totally different. She had a large wardrobe full of provocative dresses. One-piece silk wrap-a-rounds, short and tight mini skirts ranging from woolen, cotton to sheer nylon and silk, tight thigh hugging cut-off jeans with audaciously low-cut and sleeveless T-shirts, fishnet stockings, outrageous thongs and crotch-open panties, one-piece form fitting leather outfits…you name it, she had them all. 

Her friend who was an airhostess kept up a steady supply of these outfits. Whenever there would be an occasion that I came out of the bathroom at night, I would find her standing in front of the large mirror (she loved mirrors) dressed up in these outfits and striking provocative poses that invariably gave me a hell of a erection. 

She would also spend a lot of time making up her hair. She had plenty of them on her head (apart from the hair on her head, you wouldn’t find a single strand elsewhere on her body: she waxed them and shaved her pussy regularly). She would sport a ponytail, tie them up in a bunch above her head, divide them into a pair of plaits or simply let them loose. 

I often worked late at nights (in the beginning she never gave me a chance to) and for that purpose, I had built for myself a small desk, complete with a PC, a printer and the more outdated drafting table.

Many a times, she would shut off the light on her side and go to sleep; other times she would simply lie down on the bed, blanket up to her chin and wait for me to finish my work and join her.

On one such occasion, I was working later than usual and I guess she got impatient. 

“Ash,” she called out softly.

“Yeah?” I asked her without looking up from the drawing I was studying and had to finalize before the next morning.

“Ash,” she called again.

“What is it, Ann?”

“Look.”

I turned around. She was laying on her back on the bed the blanket as usual up to her chin. She had a mischievous look on her face.

“What?”

“Look again,” she grinned impishly.

“I see nothing,” I complained looking around the room.

“Nothing now, and everything suddenly,” she whispered and in one swift movement of her hands, she threw the blanket away from her body.

Underneath she was stark naked! Her legs were wide apart and she let her hands fall to her sides. She flicked her tongue over her lips and even as I watched, her legs came up. Up and up they rose till they were perpendicular to the bed.

“Eat my pussy,” she said, kneading her breasts.

Needless to mention, the drawing was forgotten and in less time than you would say ‘shit’, I was on top of her, in the classic sixty-nine.

She had drawn upon all her experiences from reading on this position. I would be on top of her or she on top of me. Or, we would lay side-by-side, legs thrown over each other’s shoulders savoring the taste and the smell of each other. Then there was that position where she would hang half out of the bed so that her feet would be firmly planted on the floor and waist up she would be lying on the bed; I would be astride her and waist down would be hanging over the edge of the bed, my mouth fastened on her pussy as she would suck me. When I would be the one at the bottom, I would slowly get up so that I would be standing on the floor and her thighs would be over my shoulders. I would bury my face between her legs and down below she would use her mouth on me.

One special occasion I remember was when she was wearing an obscenely tiny patch of garment across her tits: a simple strip of cloth that went across her nipples and was tied up at the back. This offered her entire tits in view, save for the two-inch wide strap across her nipples. Down below, she was wearing a micro-mini skirt revealing her strong thighs and, when she bent, her naked buttocks.

We were lying beside each other and she was fondling my prick and I had my hand up her skirt, fingering her pussy. 

“Want to know what Vera got for me this time from NY?” she asked me. Every time she asked that question, it was like someone putting a lighter under my testicles! 

“What is it this time?”

She produced a plastic bottle from the side-table. “This,” she told me.

“And what’s that?”

“It’s called scented Pheromone; it is mixed with some kind of oil from Africa.”

“And what is it supposed to do?” She had my interest by now.

“It’s a lotion that increases sexual attraction when rubbed and massaged on the body. That additive also has some properties that increase the period of fuck activity” 

She was very succinct, my little wife.

So I ended up lying on the bed, clad in my briefs and nothing else. She was wearing that tiny halter (if it could be called that) and loose skirt: an outrageous combination really, but one which suited her fine. It revealed almost all of her gorgeous tits and covered up most of her buttocks.

She first made me lie on my stomach and she straddled my hips. The musky oil was cool and soothing and soon, I was drifting to a peaceful nap as her strong yet gentle fingers massaged the liquid into my back. She did my shoulders and then slid down and began doing the legs. She carefully massaged each toe, the heels and then proceeded to rub the oil into the cheeks of my buttocks. To do this, she had to lean down and I felt her breasts brush against my legs.

“Turn over, big boy,” she announced and when I did, she gasped and then giggled.

“It seems that big boy’s little boy has become big,” she said.

“If you do that, it will even if you don’t use that Pheromone thing,” I told her.

She carefully avoided my prick when she did the front of my body. I could see half of her tits hanging down and brushing over my body as she painted me with that liquid.

Finally, I could take no more. I had, by this time, an enormous erection and it seemed to me that it was bigger than the one I normally have.

“Damn it, girl,” I admonished her, “Isn’t it time that you oil me on the part that you have so studiously been ignoring all this time?”

She laughed and gently tugged down my briefs, allowing my prick to spring out from its confines. 

“Oh, oh, that’s a hell of a boner,” she chuckled.

I shuddered when she took me in her slippery hands. She began to massage the oil into my prick, moving her fist gently over the throbbing flesh: up and down, back and forth. I peeped below and through her cleavage that was hovering over my stomach, I could see my prick standing tall, glistening with the oil and definitely appearing larger than ever.

I suddenly realized that I hadn’t even felt like spurting my juices; normally, such attention (minus oil) would have me coming in no time.

I continued to look at her. There was concentration written all over her face as she milked my prick in her hand. She held my testicles in the other and anointed it as well till oil was dripping over the bed sheet. 

“Let me do you, Ann,” I told her in a hoarse voice.

She was delighted and rolled off my body to lie face down on the bed beside me. Getting up on my knees, I reached for the lotion and straddled her strong thighs. 

I began with her shoulders, pausing to pull away the knot of her halter top, in the process revealing the whole of her back above the waist. I doused the liquid in a liberal dose onto her skin and began to massage.

“Ahhhhh! That’s so good,” she murmured, turning her face on the pillow and offering me a look at her in profile.

She closed her eyes. “Relax and enjoy, baby,” I told her and poured more of the stuff on her back. As I massaged, I let my hands drift down her sides so that my fingers brushed the side of her large tits. I rubbed the curve of her waist, slipping down her thighs to massage her lower back.

She lifted her hips when I pulled the skirt and I whisked it off. She was naturally not wearing any panties, which was excellent because it let me to immediately begin to massage her ass cheeks.

She began to moan as I rubbed down the back of her thighs, her legs and then her heels. Like she had done to me, I oiled each toe of her legs before instructing her to roll over “little girl”

She did. The sight of her, naked with her back on the bed never failed to enhance my arousal. Irrespective of what state I was in, this sight always took me up a gear as it did now. Her large heavy breasts stood up proudly, defying gravity, the nipples erect. She had this habit of always spreading her legs apart when she would lie on her back and that very clearly showed her wet pussy, devoid of any hair.

It took me a lot of effort not to throw away the bottle of the lotion to the ground and myself on her top. I slid up so that I was now sitting on the top of her thighs. 

As I leaned down to rub the front of her shoulders and neck, I felt the tip of my prick rubbing against her mound. This made her moan again and her lips parted. She opened her eyes and fixed her gaze upon me as I gently lowered my slick hands till I they covered her tits. 

“Oh my God!” she wailed when I began to massage them. It’s strange, but when a guy gets to massage an attractive lady, he always wants to do the boobs more than anything else. I was no exception. I had prolonged it as much as I could, but when I felt the heaviness of her swollen tits, the hardness of her nipples and the soft, slick and warm mounds of flesh, I did not want to touch her anywhere else, at least not for now.

She writhed and wiggled and moaned as I kneaded and caressed her breasts. My hands kept slipping from them: they were so oily and slick.

“You like my tits, don’t you?” she asked her silly question through clenched teeth.

I managed to smile and nod and began to pinch her nipples between my fingers. She thrust her heaving chest towards me and her hands slipped down to grab my erect prick.

“I can see that you like them,” she said, fondling my prick with her oily hands. 

“And,” she continued, “ if you like them so much, why don’t you fuck them?”

I didn’t understand first. I just looked at her questioningly.

She whispered, “Slide up my body till you are sitting on my stomach, but take care; don’t treat my stomach like it was your chair”

I slid forward. She had oiled my ass and I had oiled her stomach, so the sliding up part was easily accomplished.

“Now put your cock here,” she said, putting her hands over mine and parting her tits away from each other.

I understood and eagerly thrust upward. I felt my hard prick rubbing her flesh and I stopped when it was lying between her tits, the head poking her chin. 

She then put her hands on the sides of her tits and pushed them together, trapping my prick in the slick valley.

“Now, darling, move your cock to and fro and fuck my tits,” she said.

I didn’t have to be told twice. Putting my hand over hers so that the two of us could press her tits together harder, I began to move my prick in her cleavage. The movements made wet and squishy noises caused by the fact that her tits and my prick were both slick with the oil.

It was a heavenly feeling. I could feel the sides of my prick slide against the wet, hot and soft flesh of her tits as I began to piston in and out.

“Wait,” she suddenly said, and I did. She added another pillow on top of the one that she already had. “Let us see if I can suck your cock when it comes out from the top of my tits.”

I pushed forward and a little portion of the top of my prick poked out. I paused to allow her to try and suck it. She couldn’t, not because of lack of trying or that my prick was too small. It was because her tits were too damned big.

“At least I can lick the tip, so come on and fuck,” she murmured. If she was disappointed, she didn’t show it. 

I began to move furiously now. She licked the tip whenever she had the time. 

“Oh god, oh god, it feels so good,” I groaned.

“Here too,” she agreed, beginning to move her whole body in rhythm. “Come on, baby, fuck my tits, fuck, fuck harder, oh yes, like that.”

Blindly I reached behind me as I continued to move over her. My hands found her pussy and she moaned when I rubbed her slick pussy lips.

“Put your finger inside my cunt,” she commanded.

So as I let my prick fuck her tits, I shoved one finger inside her hot pussy, feeling those amazing muscles of her pull and snap at it.

I don’t know how long we kept it up, but when she suddenly arched her back, grabbed my finger and pushed it deeper inside her pussy, I knew she was coming. 

“Oh yes, oh yes, fuck my tits with your cock, oh yes, fuck my cunt like that,” she screamed and I felt her legs rising off the bed and clamping together to trap my hand there.

“I think I am going to come, baby,” I gritted out.

“Oh yes, oh yes, shoot your spunk out, lover, shoot it between my tits, come honey, come, oh fuck, oh fuck…”

Grunting with passion, I unleashed my juice, letting it erupt from my prick. She brought her hands back to her its to squeeze them together and moved her chest in the opposite direction of my movements, milking me out.

I was exhausted after having drained out my juice, which she immediately spread all over her boobs. But she wanted more.

“Please honey, eat my pussy, put your tongue inside me,” she begged, pushing my shoulders till I was sliding down her body.

I parked myself between her legs that were now wide apart and raised.

Her pussy was wet and glistened with the oil. Opening my mouth wide, I lowered my face between her legs and began to munch on her sweet and bald pussy. She kept whimpering and telling me to shove my tongue all the way in, push my finger along with it and then rub her erect clit.

Her legs lowered and she held my face firmly between them, her hands at the back of my head, urging me on.

She made me lick and suck her till she came twice.

******

Anita had a small studio connected to my office. She was a camera freak and a damn good photographer. And she was making as much money as a photographer as I was doing as an architect.

She had a massive collection of magazines pertaining to The Art of Photography. She admitted that most of her artwork was inspired by the articles she read from the magazines.

For any customer to get his or her (or their) photos taken, the passage to her studio was the same as the passage to my office. At times it embarrassed me to direct the prospective customers to her studio: I had very little clientele as compared to hers.

On that particular day, I was at my desk explaining to my two assistants what precisely I wanted to do with a duplex that I was involved with. My secretary was typing away on the Word Processor; I had given her enough work to last for a week.

My phone rang and I picked it up. “Yeah?” I growled.

“Hey darling,” Ann was speaking in a low voice. “Can you rush down over here? Real quick?”

She was at the studio. Normally, she would have yelled for me to get to her office and that was when we shared our lunch together.

“What is it?” I tried to sound like I was conversing with an angry client. My two assistants were studying the printout I had handed over to them.

“Just make up some excuse there and get in here,” she sounded breathless and when she goes off like that, it usually means one thing: she was horny.

I paused, feeling my prick stiffen inside my trousers. We had never done anything at the office or her studio, and I suddenly wondered why we hadn’t. God knows, we had plenty of opportunities.

“Ash, it’s urgent. I’ve got something to show you”

“Okay. Tell you what? I’ll grab my lunch early and make time for you.” I was playing for the benefit of the assistants and the typist.

“You know what it is,” she giggled. “Is your cock all hard and ready?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming.”

“Don’t come right there! Get in here first.”

I slammed the phone down and pretended to get worked up. 

“Sorry guys. It’s my brother. He’s thinking of renovating his office and bungalow. You’ll go ahead and finish the final sketches. If I get the time, maybe we will despatch the final drawings for approval.”

They nodded and I rose. I nodded at Meghana, the typist and she smiled ruefully at me.

I walked casually to the studio, pushing the door open. I entered.

The studio consisted of a small outer office where there was a large sofa and four chairs with an octagonal centerpiece, on which, were strewn a few magazines. One side of the wall was covered with huge blowups of some rather astonishing photographs she had taken. She did outdoors and wildlife. She also did what were popularly called ‘model shoots’ that consisted of over a dozen photos of prospective models in various poses.

To one side of the office was her ‘Get Shot Here’ room where you had to go to get photographed. That room was full of various kinds of cameras: still and video, and it had another door that opened into the dark room. To the other side of the ‘Get Shot Here’ room was another door that led to a large antechamber, which served as our lunchroom. There was a table that could easily seat six, a large couch, three chairs, a narrow settee and an attached bathroom.

It was in the antechamber that I found Anita. She was seated on a chair that she had drawn up against a wall. On a small desk pushed against the wall was a large magazine whose pages she was flipping through. 

Anita’s office attire always consisted of a skirt that reached to the middle of her legs and a rather severe round-necked blouse with long sleeves. 

She had unbuttoned her blouse and was playing with one tit that she had pulled out from her bra. The skirt was pulled up over her knees and her thighs were spread apart. 

She looked up at me when I walked in and smiled. “Close and lock the door honey. Look what Vera sent me this time.”

I locked the door and approached her. It was a large color glossy magazine, about fourteen inches by eight. She was looking at a picture that showed a blonde on her fours and a black man behind her, half of his huge massive prick inside her pussy. The blonde had her face raised towards another black prick pointing at her.

“Shit! This is a damned porno mag!” I gasped.

“You seen them before?” she asked casually, flipping the page. Here, the blonde had half of the second prick in her mouth and the one in her pussy had completely disappeared inside.

I stood behind her, my hands on the back of the chair that she was seated on and stared.

“This makes me so hot,” she exclaimed.

I studied the photograph and felt my prick jerk. I was startled when I realized that it was the photo more than the stage of partial undress of Anita that had turned me on.

She flipped another page. The blonde was kneeling on the floor, sucking one prick while the other man was under her his face buried between her legs. His prick that faced the camera was enormous and the photo clearly showed the veins running across the shaft.




Driven To Desperation Ch. 02



Anita’s hand went to her crotch and she was struggling with the other hand to pull out her other breast. She was breathing heavily and a small cry escaped her parted lips. I realized that her hand must have touched her clit.

Silently, I unbuckled my pants and let them fall around my knees. I pushed down my briefs letting my erect prick spring out. When I stood beside her my prick reached the side of her face, brushing her chin.

She giggled and the hand, with which she was fondling her tit, came up to grab my prick. I groaned.

She quickly rose from her chair, kicking it aside.

“Fuck my cunt from behind,” she ordered, turning around and grabbing the edge of the desk on which lay the magazine.

I pushed her skirt up to her waist and shoved her panties down over her hips. Her legs parted further and I could see her pussy lips from behind.

I lined up my prick and thrust forward, failing to enter her at the first attempt. She reached behind and took my prick in her hand, guiding it to her opening.

“Easy, honey. First get that thing inside of my cunt, and then start to fuck,” she said.

I plunged forward and this time the hot wetness of her pussy engulfed me. She moaned, pushing her buttocks behind her, trying to swallow my prick. I rammed forward and finally I was completely inside her.

“Yessss,” she hissed, her hand going back to support herself against the desk. “Now, baby, give it to me. Fast and hard, honey, faster! Fuck me, baby, fuck me, oh god, yes, I’m so hot, baby, fuck me!”

I reached under her swaying body to hold her tits, now free of the bra and I felt them jiggling as I began to thrust in and out of her.

“Fuck me, fuck me,” she wailed, grabbing one of my hands and pulling it to her mouth. She guided my forefinger in her mouth and began to lick and suck it as if it was my prick.

It felt so erotic, she, bent over the desk, her dress bunched up at her midriff and her mouth sucking on my finger. Surprisingly, she grabbed my other hand too (I knew how much she loved having her tits fondled) and holding the wrist began to rub the edge of my palm between her tits.

“Oh god, oh god, fuck me, Ash, fuck me harder, oh god, shove your cock in my cunt, yes, yes, I’m so hot, fuck me, baby, fuck me!”

I did. My glance fell on the magazine and I could see the blonde there trying to take both the pricks in her mouth.

I began to slide my finger in and out of her wet mouth. I also moved my other hand between her huge hanging tits as I picked up speed and started to ram in and out of her. 

And then, I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

I exploded with a cry.

I had thrown my head back when my orgasm hit me; now I opened my eyes and glanced below. She had let go of my finger.

In stead, she was licking the black prick in the magazine, her eyes closed. A considerable amount of her saliva had coated itself on the magazine at the spot where the massive black prick lay.

Incredibly, I felt myself going hard again! And my prick was still in her pussy! That was a first for me. 

As I started to shaft her again, she sighed, parting her legs further, pressing back into me as I slammed into her.

“Oh god, Ash, oh yes, fuck again, oh god, fuck me again! I wish you had two cocks and four hands, oh god, one cock in my cunt and your second in my mouth! Two hands on my tits and the other two on my thighs; oh yes, oh yes, give it to me, baby, fuck, fuck, me!”

The desk shook dangerously as I pumped in and out of her. Somehow, the sight of her tongue licking the black prick in the magazine seemed to have set me on fire. And her talk about me having two pricks only added fuel to the fire. 

“I want you to come into my mouth,” she gasped, rocking to and fro over the desk.

“I want to come in your pussy,” I insisted.

“Please, baby, please, I want you in my mouth!”

Who was I to deny her that? When my movements became slower and my prick started to really go deep into her, twitching and throbbing, I knew I would be coming. So did she.

She spun around, going down on her knees at the same time. She reached up and grasped my shuddering prick, raising her face up to it.

I groaned and erupted. I looked down as she closed her mouth over my shaft, engulfing it. I came copiously, because this time I could see rivulets of my come dribbling down the sides of her mouth.

As I watched her licking and sucking at me, the plan suddenly hit me. I had realized that the sight of her licking the prick in the magazine and also the sight of her sucking on my finger as we fucked had aroused me to a second straight erection, which had never happened before.

“Baby,” I told her, “I’m gonna make a portrait for you!”

******

It took me three weeks to make the portrait. I had the man in mind, but I was afraid of revealing his name. So I stuck to the lower part of his body, as faithfully as I could and to the best of my imagination.

We had a reclining chair in the bedroom, which I painted first before starting the painting of the man himself. I always hid the canvas behind the closet where no one would come across it, particularly, Anita. 

I painted sincerely for two hours everyday. I wanted to paint the man reclined on the chair so that his feet reached the base of the canvas. That would make him look like he was sitting on the chair with his feet on the ground. Also, his legs had to be spread wide apart.

It was when I finished the legs and was doing the torso that the idea hit me. I wanted to use a dildo in the canvas. That would make it look more real.

Towards this end, I had to get in touch with Vera, Ann’s airhostess friend.

“You mean a dildo?” she had giggled.

I was embarrassed though I knew that the material she had so far presented to Ann was explicit enough to suggest kinkiness and that she was aware that I knew about it.

“Please don’t tell Ann about it. It’s meant to be a surprise.”

Vera was a curvaceous and a very good-looking girl, about a couple of years older than my wife. She had an outgoing personality and I had heard more than a fair share of her various amorous liaisons with a variety of people, both, men and women. 

“One condition, Ash,” she had breathed over the phone. “Tell me what you intend to do with it?”

“That’s the surprise, Vera. I promise I’ll let you in the secret after I surprise the wife first,” I told her.

“You don’t have to. You know that Anita will be the first to let me in on the secret,” she laughed.

Anyway, it arrived a week later, and true to her word, she had packed it in an inconspicuous looking parcel with a return address stating that it had arrived from a architect friend of mine.

It was a seven-inch job and was thicker than my prick. It took me little time to drill a hole between the legs of the man I was painting and insert it from behind the canvas, using small rivets to fasten it securely in position. It looked almost real and I tested it (by pretending to masturbate it furiously as Anita would masturbate me) to ensure that it was secure enough not to fall off when in use.

Meanwhile, our sex life was getting stronger each day. Vera kept up an endless stream of pornographic magazines and books. At the end of the day, after putting the baby to sleep, we would lie on our bed, completely naked, sifting through the magazines. 

It was around this time that I began to visualize that Ann would be sucking off a prick that belonged to somebody else. That would keep me amazingly hard for an amazingly long period of time. She too was particularly fired up whenever we came across magazines that depicted one woman and two or more men.

She had begun to use her standard dialogue of “wishing you had two cocks and four hands” more and more, particularly when in the throes of an orgasm. 

Most often, I would enter her from behind, taking care that the magazine we had been going through would be opened to a page where an entire prick would be exposed. Invariably, Anita would be licking the magazine, unaware that I was watching her do so.

It was during a bright Sunday morning when we were driving on a lonely stretch of an highway, the baby tucked into the back seat of the car, that I realized how dependent I had gotten to watching her lick off a picture of a prick in the magazines had affected me. 

“Karina’s asleep,” she had purred, sidling toward me.

I was driving and worried that I had taken a wrong turn somewhere because I hadn’t seen a single vehicle for quite some time now.

“So I notice,” I replied.

She giggled and without warning reached out and cupped my scrotum with one hand. My prick was soft.

“Oh, oh,” she muttered, fondling my prick through the pants. “And I thought you would be hard.”

I grunted as she expertly unzipped me and reached inside. She fished out my flaccid prick and began to masturbate me gently.

“Perhaps if I unbutton my blouse and show you my tits, you will get harder,” she suggested, her fingers already busy with the buttons of her blouse. I felt hot under the collar as I realized I couldn’t raise a hard on.

“Ann,” I said sharply, “We are on a highway!”

“So what? I don’t see any rush on the roads. Besides, the sunscreens on the glasses shield us totally and the only way to look inside would be from the windshield”

She had pushed open her blouse and let it hang around her shoulders. She didn’t bother with unhooking her bra; she just pulled up the cups so that I could see her heavy tits spill out of them, the nipples already erect.

“And if somebody coming from the opposite side does see us through the windshield, perhaps he will get a hard on and stop to jerk off!” she giggled, lifting her tits with her hands and kneading them.

The sight of her tits had never failed to arouse me. Strangely, the extent of arousal this time round wasn’t as much as I had previously experienced. True, my prick did harden at the sight of her magnificent boobs, but not as much as it used to in the past.

She reached out and grabbed my semi-hard prick again.

“Huh?” she enquired. She didn’t have to spell it out.

“Hectic day, I suppose,” I explained grinning casually. Deep inside my mind, I was embarrassed as hell. I tried to visualize her licking the prick in the magazine, the long, thick black prick she had licked at the office. It did help, though, only slightly.

“Poor baby,” she muttered, leaning sideways and down. The car was in overdrive, so she could manage to lie between the gearshift and my body. She twisted around so that she had her face turned towards my prick. I shuddered when I felt her lips licking the flaccid shaft.

“He rises!” she said, triumphantly.

He did. He had a mind of his own, that much I knew. Too, no prick could possibly stay cool with a hot woman like her licking at it and simultaneously jerking it off.

“Don’t start something we may not finish, baby,” I warned her.

She glanced at me quizzically. “Not finish?”

“Come on, darling, this is a highway and I’m driving.”

“So don’t. Pull up somewhere and lets have a quickie. I’m feeling very randy,” she answered. 

She bent her head down again, to take my prick in her mouth this time, making me groan.

Rather than risk getting into some kind of an accident, I soon parked in the shade of a rather large tree, slightly away from the road.

As soon as I killed the engine, she swung her legs up around the seat so that she was now crouched on it, as she sucked me noisily, her head bobbing up and down.

I still wasn’t fully erect, and I knew that she was aware of it for she began to suck me faster, taking me deeper inside her hot mouth.

I reached under her and she raised her body slightly to facilitate my hands gathering her breasts together. I began to fondle them.

I fumbled with the buttons of the trousers she was wearing, and continuing to suck my prick, she reached down and unbuttoned them herself. She lifted her hips to allow me to push the trousers down over her thighs and onto her knees.

She moaned around my dick when my hand thrust inside her panties and gripped her mound. Her head bobbed faster when I carefully slipped one finger inside her moist pussy.

We continued in this fashion for perhaps five minutes or so when she suddenly pulled my prick out of her mouth and sat back.

“Oh god, I need your cock inside my cunt, now!” she breathed, pulling her trousers completely off her knees. She backed away against the door and spread her thighs wide apart.

“Come on, honey, ride me now!”

It was rather uncomfortable considering the limitations of space. However, I managed to kneel close to her thighs and guide my prick inside her hot pussy. She jerked upwards, her pussy swallowing the length of my prick and moaned.

“Oh god, yessss, yes, fuck me, fuck me, oh yes,” she chanted.

I knew I had still not attained full erection. Suddenly, as if by some kind of inspiration, I pushed my finger in her mouth.

“Suck on this too, baby,” I gasped.

She eagerly gobbled up my finger and began to suck it noisily. There! I suddenly felt my prick surge with renewed vigor as I watched her mouth sliding up and down over my finger.

I closed my eyes, continuing to pump into her. Images of the huge black pricks from the magazines flashed through my brain and when I opened my eyes, suddenly my finger looked like one of them. 

I knew that she secretly fantasized about having two pricks at the same time to enjoy with. As I felt my prick swell inside her pussy with the images of that massive black prick, which was actually my finger, sliding in and out of her mouth, I realized that I too had indeed become a victim of her fantasy.

I wanted to watch my wife with another man!

And that was the beginning of the end.

******



Driven To Desperation Ch. 03



I was dictating the final draft of my quotation to Meghana at the office when the three guys who worked for me walked into the office.

"Sir," said Ajay, a longhaired boy, in his mid-twenties who'd graduated from the Fine School of Architecture last year.

I frowned at him. It was a well-known fact that I did not like to be disturbed when I was dictating quotations. 

"I hope you have a good reason to disturb me at this point of time, Ajay."

"Oh, but he has!" interrupted Uday, a sly smile on his face. He was a year senior to Ajay and was one hell of a marketing guy, which is why I had hired him. Short and stocky, one would never realize what a dynamo Uday was until one listened to his arguments. 

Ravi, the third guy who was responsible for the coordination between purchase and sales during construction spilled the beans. 

"It's your wedding anniversary today, sir," he broke in.

I slapped a palm against my forehead. I had totally forgotten and suddenly realized why Anita hadn't come to the office today.

Meghana was the first to wish me.

"Happy anniversary, Ashish. And do wish Anita on my behalf."

I grabbed my jacket, rising from my chair, the quotation forgotten.

"Thanks, Arum, I reckon you people deserve a break. And what better than to have a day at the office without me around here."

Arum was an acronym for my staff – Ajay, Ravi, Uday and Meghana. It was Anita who had coined the word and they loved her for it.

The idea hit me when I was driving home.

I decided to present, what I considered to be my masterpiece, to Anita tonight on our wedding anniversary. I was sure it would make a perfect gift!

Since I was aware whom I had in mind when I had made the painting, it looked too familiar and I had almost thought about changing it. But, eventually, I resisted the temptation as it looked almost lifelike and, if I were right, she would be more interested in that piece sticking out between the sprawled out legs than the rest of the picture of the man reclining on the chair.

After the formalities that consisted of my mom performing a small ritual for her son and her daughter (basically, seating us on a couch and twirling a silver tray upon which were lighted candles) we decided to celebrate in the nearby hotel.

If she had had her way, she would have taken me straight to the bedroom and to bed. But it was only six in the evening, so I guess she had to kill time so that she wouldn't be too obvious. 

We uncorked a bottle of champagne and the hotel staff congregated to wish us a happy anniversary.

"It will be one after we hit the sack and you fuck the daylights out of me," she whispered under her breath as we settled down in a dimly lit corner of the hotel.

She was looking gorgeous in a bright red sari with golden borders and a matching blouse, buttoned in front. As usual, the border was firmly tucked around her breasts and fastened to the blouse with a pin.

We went through a lot of sexual innuendo throughout the dinner. I was on a sexual high with the knowledge that I would finally be presenting her with the painting and I conjured up images of her squatting on the fake prick with mine in her mouth. 

She was equally bad. When she picked up a finely sliced piece of cucumber from the salad, she said, "Now, I basically prefer a cucumber that is not sliced. I like to hold it in my hands and eat it."

"I'm luckier," I grinned, flicking my tongue over a fairly large piece of mushroom. Under the table, her toes dug into my groin.

Without her knowledge, I managed to gulp down a couple of Viagras and a couple of some herbal capsules I had bought from a local quack. I thought I was beginning to feel the effects (or maybe they were psychological, I don't know), but I could feel my prick stiffening up even more than I thought that it normally did. 

So, when we were driving back at about ten in the night, we were both pretty charged up. 

"Now, for some action. Remember this very day what seems to be just a few years ago when you popped my cherry?" she sidled toward me and licked my ear.

"How can I forget?" I was aware that I was sporting a bulge; in fact, I had been sporting one for quite some time now. "This time around, I have a surprise for you."

"Wow! You never gave me an idea of that," she squealed, squeezing the bulge in my trousers. "What is it?"

"That would not mean it is a surprise if I tell you now, would it?" I asked, kissing her cheek, keeping my eyes on the road. "But I'm sure you are going to like it. I promise you that. Now, just let me drive, okay? We want to go home soon, huh?"

She allowed me to drive without interruption. The champagne had given the two of us a faint, nice buzz, and she sat back on the seat, her eyes closed, perhaps, dreaming about her 'gift'.

My parents had taken in our daughter (bless them!) and we used our keys to let ourselves in and crept up the stairs to our bedroom.

As soon as I had closed the door and locked it behind me, she flung herself against me, plastering me against the wall, her mouth on mine. She pressed her body against me as our tongues dueled together. 

I managed to flick on the dim night lamp as we kissed and groaned when I felt her hands fumbling with the zipper of my pants. I groped up to reach for the pin and swiftly undid it, pulling the border off her shoulders. I gasped for two reasons: one, the front of her blouse plunged down dangerously to reveal almost half of her tits and two; she had pulled my prick outside and was tugging on it.

She moaned softly as I unbuttoned the row of buttons at the front of her blouse, pushed it back over her shoulders and pulled down the tiny straps of her flimsy half-bra. Her breasts sprang free from within the confines and immediately, I took possession of them, beginning to knead them.

We remained locked up in that position for a while, me backed up against the wall, cupping her ample bosom protruding from the half open blouse and bra, and she, fondling my erect prick, caressing the shaft in gentle up and down movements. All this while, our mouths remained fused together.

We were both out of breath when she finally pulled back from my mouth. Her eyes, half closed and full of lust (I guess mine too were), she said, "The present, darling. Please, please, let me see it. Though this," she tugged at my prick, "is more than enough."

I let go of her melons and forced her hands away from my turgid prick. I switched on another light; this too was dim, but with two of them glowing in the room, there was enough light for me to unfurl my present and for her to see.

I walked to the corner of the room where I had placed the portrait, covered up by a thick cotton bed sheet. I had decided that this was the best place, because directly opposite to it and by the side of it were two large mirrors.

Dramatically, I flung the bed sheet away and stepped aside so that she could see it. 

She gasped. In the dim light, I could see her mouth gaping and her eyes were wide open. As I had guessed, her eyes were drawn to the fake prick. Ah well! After all, she wasn't an artist to appreciate the finer aspects of a portrait.

"Oh my god, Ashish!" she said in a kind of a stunned voice. "That's…that's so beautiful!"

I felt ridiculously proud of my creation and watched with bated breath as she made her way slowly across the room, shrugging out of the blouse and the bra. She stopped when she was hardly a foot away from it.

She had to bend slightly, which she did. Tentatively, she reached out with one hand and gently wrapped her fist around the dildo.

So there! I had guessed right. She wanted another prick to participate and that sight aroused me further. I was painfully aware of my erection now, standing out of my trousers, as I stared at her sliding her hand up and down over the length of the dildo, her huge breasts dangling down.

"It looks so real!" she whispered, her eyes riveted on the dildo.

I walked up to her, pulling down my pants and my underwear along with it till I was naked, except for my silk shirt. I stood behind her and leaned against the back of her bent body, reaching down to hold her swinging breasts in my hands. I pressed my erect prick against the crack of her buttocks, so enticingly visible under the sari.

"This is real, baby," I told her moving my prick up and down against her buttocks.

Still staring at the dildo, she said, "Undress me, Ash. Get me naked. Now! Please, quick!"

I peeled away the layers of the sari and then the petticoat under it, sliding them down over her thighs. She was still bent over when I pulled down her panties too. 

I glanced at her and realized that she was still fondling and caressing the dildo. She raised one leg and then the other to allow me to strip off the garments. She was now stark naked. I pulled out my shirt and then, rising, pressed the front of my body against her back. 

My naked prick rubbed her buttocks and I slid my hands around her waist to cup her breasts.

"Oh God, Ash, put your cock in me. Now, please, don't make me wait," she breathed.

"I will," I replied, kneading her mounds, pinching her erect nipples, "only if you suck that dick."

She didn't hesitate. She had to take a step backwards so that she could bend down to get her mouth around the dildo. I craned my head to watch her tongue sneaking out of her mouth and lick the fake prick.

Almost instantaneously, my prick rose even further. My heart began to beat like a trip hammer and I realized that I was now getting just as aroused as I used to during the period immediately after our marriage.

As I pressed my prick between her legs, she reached behind her and grabbed it in her hot hand. I watched her open her mouth and dip down to take the dildo in even as she guided my prick into the wet folds of her hot pussy.

She moaned when my prick slid into her right to the hilt, and I paused, letting my balls rest against her buttocks, watching her beginning to bob her head up and down over the dildo. I could no longer stand it any more and squeezing her breasts as hard as I could, I began to pump into her. After a very, very long time, I was getting to do what I always wanted to: fast, deep and hard thrusts into her, somehow confident that I wouldn't come abruptly, neither fear that I would lose my erection.

The dildo was slightly over seven inches long. I had measured it. I also had to drill a hole an inch and a half to insert it into the portrait. These measurements were by no means on the smaller side. 

Yet, Anita was managing to stuff the entire length and width of it inside her mouth whenever I would thrust my prick inside her pussy. She no longer had to work her head to and fro; my rapid thrusts ensured that she didn't have to. 

With her left hand, she held on to the fake balls and with her right, she fondled mine. Her hot pussy was snapping away at me, like a tight sheath expanding and contracting around my shaft. My prick felt super sensitive inside her and her hand pulling and pressing my balls was driving me out of my mind. Spreading my palms as much as possible over her breasts, I squeezed with all the strength I could muster till she was whimpering and moaning ecstatically. 

I bent low over her, pressing my entire body against her back as I pumped vigorously in and out of her. I was breathing hard now, aware that I was perspiring, the sweat pouring off my brow onto her back.

"Oh shit, Ann," I groaned suddenly, watching as she pulled back from the dildo and began to lick its length with her tongue. 

"I'm going to come, honey, oh god, I am going to come!"

She began to thrust her buttocks back toward me, urging me to spend inside her. I clutched her melons, threw back my head and closed my eyes. I could feel my semen boiling up inside my balls, and then, suddenly, the juice began to spurt in what seemed to me like endless torrents into her pussy.

I continued to pound her till I knew that she had milked me dry.

I looked down, opening my eyes and watched her still sucking on the dildo. Suddenly, I realized that I wanted to come once again.

I pulled her away from the fake prick and spun her around. She looked at me in astonishment.

"Suck my cock, honey, make me come again," I rasped out.

Her eyes sparkled and she smiled as she slid down on her knees. She leaned forward and licked the tip of my prick with the tip of her tongue.

"Wait," I said, pulling away. "I got a better idea."

She remained kneeling there as I quickly walked to the bed and grabbed a couple of pillows.

"Kneel on these so you can suck my cock and fuck that dick," I told her. 

She looked delightedly at me as I arranged the pillows on the floor. She shuffled forward to rest her knees on them. This way, the height was just right for her.

"Get that dick inside your cunt first," I said, feeling more excited than I ever had before.

"That's so hot, Ash," she replied. She lifted her buttocks, her back to the portrait, reached below her to open the petals of her pussy and gradually lowered herself, impaling the dildo inside her pussy.

"Now," she whimpered, "come over here and let me suck you."

I stood in front of her, my prick dangling over her face. She opened her mouth wide, grabbed the base of my prick with one hand and quickly engulfed me. It was sensational!

I watched our reflection in the mirror. She was bouncing up and down over the dildo, sucking on my prick, her long hair flying up when she came down and plastering against her cheeks when she raised herself up. She was putting a lot of tongue into play, so that my prick was glistening, mixed as it was now with both, her juices and her saliva.

Amazing, but I got hard in next to no time. I held the back of her head as I gradually increased the pace of the movement of my hips. To and fro, to and fro, I pumped into her mouth. She began to apply more suction now, making like a vacuum cleaner.

Her movements on the dildo picked up pace too. Her breasts bobbed and jiggled as she slammed on fake prick. The portrait, as I knew it would, held its position. The faceless man was enjoying a hell of a ride!

She pulled her face away from my prick and looked up at me, her eyes wide with lust. 

"Oh God, Ash, oh god, oh god, I'm cumming…I'm cumming…"

She slammed back and forth on the dildo, rotating her hips in furious circular motions; then, she suddenly sank down on it, going rigid.

"Ooohh…ugghhh…omigod…I'm – I – am cumming…" 

She grabbed my prick, furiously pumping it to and fro, desperately trying to make me come with her. It was futile, I guess. I had a long way to go. I had come just a few moments ago, and I felt triumphant that I had made her climax before I had. It had been quite a long time since this had happened.

She stretched back on the portrait, the dildo still buried inside her pussy as she continued to masturbate my prick. Watching her like that, I looked up at the portrait and suddenly imagined what it would be like if the man I had in mind when I painted him would actually be there. 

The pillows beneath her knees were, as I said of just the right height. So, as she leaned back, the dildo inside her pussy, I pulled my prick away from her hands.

She looked up at me in surprise. "What's it?"

"I want to fuck your boobs now," I told her, shuffling forward to lay my prick between her melons.

"Oh, I would love that," she replied, pushing her breasts together to wrap my prick in the cleavage there.

I pushed my prick deeper in the valley between her breasts and began to slide it in and out. She helped me by moving along with me and by crushing her melons together; she created the right friction for my shaft to slide between them.

I remembered the day she had made me do this for the first time; after I had oiled her up thoroughly with the pheromone. That slickness was missing today, so I pulled out and pushed my prick back to her mouth.

"Make it wet baby," I told her and she complied, taking me in her mouth and flooding it with her saliva.

I pulled out again, and then knelt down on the floor. While she held her breasts together, I leaned forward and licked the cleavage. I paid no attention to the nipples; I merely licked and lapped the expansive valley until it was dripping with my saliva.

I rapidly got to my feet again and inserted my shaft between her mounds.

"Oh, yes, darling, fuck my tits, oh yes, like that, darling, faster, baby, fuck them faster and harder," she moaned.

I gripped her to me by her shoulders and began to really sock it to her. My hips started to piston to and fro like they had gone crazy. I glanced down and watched my prick moving between those enormous boobs.

The sight of my prick sliding between her melons finally succeeded in inflaming me and carrying me to the point of no return. 

"Oh yes, honey, I'm going to come, oh yessss…"

"Come, darling, come on my tits, give them your juice, honey, come, spurt over me," she said.

I jammed forward, watching the tip of my prick poke out from between the top of her breasts and shuddering, I let go.

The sperm shot out, hitting her under her chin, and then I drew back, as she held the base of my prick, directing it right on top of her mounds. The juice splattered over her flesh and she moaned as if in approval. 

I was truly amazed at the amount of jism I had produced. Apart from her chin, her breasts got completely wet and when she took me in her mouth, I was still coming.

It took a long time for my prick to stop spitting out the goods and when the flow finally did stop, she kept sucking it.

I drew back only when I was certain that there was nothing left. For now. 

I looked up again at the portrait, recalled the guy whom it represented and winked at the headless picture.

******

I guess the portrait changed the way of our life. 

Anita became more and more animated and I got the will to do it more and more to her. Getting an erection was no longer a problem for me neither was maintaining it.

And by god! She really invented a hell of a lot of positions and scenarios for us. In the beginning, she would mount the dildo, her back to the portrait and bouncing up and down over it, would lean to take my prick in her mouth. Depending upon how I was feeling, I would ejaculate either in her mouth, over her tits or on her face. At times, I would bend down and spray my come right over her pussy, which at that time would be impaled by the dildo.

The first variation she came up with was lowering her self on the dildo, facing the portrait. This way, her head would peek out from behind the portrait where the real head should have been. It looked bizarre, I suppose; like the man was sprawled on the chair with his head turned around at three hundred and sixty degrees. Only, that head did not belong to any man. It was my wife's. I would then stand behind the portrait and fed my prick into her mouth. Of course, during these activities, I always needed to watch the dildo going in and out of her pussy; that was the reason I was lasting so long and our coupling had vastly improved.

Then there was the time that she had managed to place the portrait on the bed by arranging a couple of pillows beneath it at the right places. She had covered it up with a blanket.

"Look, Ash, our lover!" she had announced when I had walked into the bedroom, pulling back the blanket. The fake prick, pointing at the ceiling looked doubly enormous. She had made me lie next to it in a way that it seemed I was going to go in the sixty-nine with it; only, she assumed the position, slamming her pussy so that it was inside her pussy, lying on top of it and then turning her head so that she could gobble up my prick.

Thus began our affair with Headless. As I had expected, Anita became obsessed with it. Very often, I had walked up into the bedroom to find her playing with the dildo. She would be either caressing it, bouncing up and down over it or sucking on it. Once, I came up to find her lying on the bed, the portrait on top of her, and she was moving it up and down over her writhing pussy. 




Driven To Desperation Ch. 03



The inevitable did happen. Though it was almost a month later. I guess the novelty was wearing off for her; not for me, because the sight of her lovely lips locked around it, or her pussy stuffed with it, always sent the blood racing to my prick, arousing me and forcing me to join.

"From where did you get it, Ash?" she asked one day, just after having finished a marathon with it.

"Does it matter?" I realized that Vera, her airhostess friend had not yet spoken to her.

She considered my question, gently milking my soft prick in her fist. "I guess it really doesn't. But all the same, I would love to know"

That's what I liked about her. She was very open and transparent. And that's why I never really wanted to hide the fact.

"Guess who?" I asked her, tugging on her breasts with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other.

She didn't hesitate. It was almost as if she knew. "Vera?"

"She told you!" I said accusingly.

She laughed. "Darling, she doesn't have to. Only Vera could do this. I mean you wouldn't dare ask any of your friends going abroad to get one, would you? Anyway, it's lovely. But what I like even better is the portrait and the idea of making one like that. Reclining on a chair, feet on the floor and that big cock jutting out from between his legs; that's awesome, huh?"

I agreed, relieved that she wasn't upset.

"The posture of Headless looks familiar," she muttered, her brow knit up, as if she was deep in concentration. 

"Is it?" I asked, my heart hammering, suddenly afraid that she would take another guess and turn out the right answer.

"It does. Anyone I know?"

I felt my chest constricting. I knew that this was not the time.

"Come on Ann. Skip it. If you think it resembles anyone, just let me know, ok? And you know how the mind works. At least mine does that way. I get inspired by a fusion of characters that I have come across in my life."

Thankfully, she let it go at that and I heaved a sigh of relief.

And then, one day, when I was driving from work in the afternoon, my cell phone rang. It was Ann.

"Hey darling! Do you know where the Society Inn is?"

"That's the one in the suburbs, right?"

"Right."

"So?"

"I want you to come here."

"You mean you are at the Inn?"

"Suite 606. Be there quickly. I've a surprise."

She hung up. I was surprised. It was two in the afternoon and I just had lunch with Meghana, my steno, because Ann was busy on some outdoor work.

It took me almost half an hour to get there. I enquired with the reception about how to get to the suite and took the elevator. I got off on the sixth floor and walked along the almost deserted corridor, the clicking of my shoes muffled by the plush carpet beneath my feet.

I leaned on the doorbell, suddenly realizing that maybe Ann was up to one of her tricks of making it in a motel pretty much the same way she had decided to make it with me at the office.

Much to my chagrin, I found that I didn't feel any twitching in my groin as I had felt that day at the office when she had called me over to her studio. The damned portrait!

I was stunned when Vera, my wife's best airhostess friend opened the door. To say that I was stunned would be an understatement. It totally shocked the hell out of me and I could feel my head spinning.

I hadn't seen Vera for a considerable period of time; in fact, the last time I saw her was at my wedding. Added to that, I realized that she was wearing some kind of a uniform; it wasn't the uniform of an airhostess. Rather, except for the absence of the cap, the uniform made her look like a nurse.

"What the hell?" I spluttered. I was rooted to the spot, still leaning against the doorframe. 

"Hi, handsome," she greeted me with a sultry smile. I recall having mentioned before that Vera was a very curvaceous girl. And she was very good looking too. Ann had told me, albeit, subtly, about her various affairs with members of both the sexes. 

Despite the fact that she was a couple of years older than my wife, she had maintained herself very well indeed. She was wearing a white skirt that reached to her mid-thigh and the white blouse that was tucked into it was low necked enough for me to make out the top of her rounded breasts. Her raven hair was cut in a sort of a pageboy cut (they looked tousled now, as though she had forgotten to comb them) and it suited her oval face, highlighting her pert nose, the full lips and her arched eyebrows. Her eyes, like Ann's were almond shaped, wide and innocent, with just a trace of gray. 

She had very long legs, perfectly shaped below her tiny waist. She was in many ways the opposite of my wife if one discounted the fact that her breasts were as large and as firm as Anita's. She wasn't married, nor had she given birth to any kid (as far as I knew), so it was only natural that her breasts were firmer than Ann's were.

"Come on, in. Or are you just going to stand there?" She turned around, the skirt billowing out as she did so. "And lock that door behind you."

As I locked the door, I realized that I had gone back on my earlier promise. I had told her that I would let her know the purpose of the dildo that she had sent to me soon after I presented it to Ann. In the excitement that had followed (and was still existing) I guess I had completely forgotten.

I felt hot under the collar. After all, here was a woman from whom I had asked a dildo. I felt a blush spread over my face.

"W-where's Ann?" I stammered.

The suite had a sit out-cum-TV room at the entrance. A couple of sofas, a low divan and three chairs were spread in a circle around a rectangular desk. A door to the far left led into the main room.

She laughed gaily and pushed the door open. "She's right here."

I followed her to the room, instinctively locking the latch behind me. What sent a chill up my spine was the sight of Ann, lying languorously on one side of the king size double bed. She was dressed in a black mini skirt, and since she had bent her knees, I could clearly see that she wasn't wearing any panties beneath the skirt. A halter barely held her breasts together, in fact, the material strained against the weight of her melons. Her long brown hair, though tied into a ponytail, looked as tousled as Vera's. She had a wide smile on her face.

The curtains of were drawn down and a pair of overhead tube lights illuminated the room. 

And resting against the wall, behind the bed and opposite the dressing table, was my headless man!

"Jeeze!" I exclaimed. "What in hell is going on here? And why is this here?" I gestured to Mr. Headless. 

Before Ann could say anything, Vera interjected, "Come on, Ash. First, you don't tell me what that surprise was for. Secondly, I couldn't go to your place; your parents would never stop following me around. You know how curious they are about what it's like outside the country. And lastly, I just had to know. It's fantastic, Ash! A masterpiece if I ever saw one."

She sat on the edge of the bed; scant inches away from Ann. Ann had folded her arms across her chest. They lay just below her breasts and this had an effect of sort of lifting them up.

"How the hell did you manage to get it here?"

"We wrapped it up in a large blanket and told the receptionist that it was a statute we had bought at the gallery," Vera answered.

I looked around and spotted a chair. I pulled it toward the bed and sank down on it, crossing my knees. Now, I was beginning to get hard. The portrait always managed to give me an erection, though I admit that right now it wasn't as spontaneous or as hard as before. Getting used to participating with it and Ann, I guessed!

"It's really fantastic, Ash," Vera was staring at the portrait.

"Thanks," I stammered, glancing at Headless. My eyes drifted down to where Ann lay on the bed. My eyes drifted down, further down, traveling over the length of her body and then to the dressing table. The opposite reflection of Headless and the two girls stared at them from the mirror.

I suddenly noticed that Vera had one hand caressing my wife's knee and the other trailing along her arm. I immediately cottoned on to what lay in store. Anita had mentioned to me about Vera's lesbian tendencies commenting about her being "AC / DC" that meant she went both ways. I suppose that explained their tousled hair; apparently, they had been necking. I felt my mouth going dry and my heart doing flip flops. Was I indeed going to witness what I had secretly desired to when I was a callous youth?

"Anita was just telling me how much fun you both have with Headless" Vera murmured.

I blushed, my eyes looking into Ann's eyes. I noticed the sparkle in my wife's eyes.

"I envy the two of you," Vera continued, her hand now climbing higher over Ann's knees. Ann parted her knees further, the skirt went higher up her thighs and I could clearly see her naked pussy twinkling between her legs.

Vera leaned down and gently kissed Anita on her mouth; a little peck, nothing like I had thought it would be. She straightened up and looked at me, smiling.

"In fact, I think I deserve a sort of a gift. A quid pro quo."

"Gift?" I managed to croak, watching Vera's hand slide up my wife's arm and across her shoulders till it slid down and gently cupped Ann's right tit. Ann sighed and covered her friend's hand with one of her own, looking into my eyes, a small smile playing on her lips.

Vera, very deliberately, carried her hand till it was way up Ann's thighs and entered into her skirt. From where I was sitting and the way Anita reacted by emitting a moan, Vera had put her palm right over my wife's crotch and was squeezing it.

"Yes," smiled Vera. "A gift. Maybe then I could forgive you for not keeping your promise."

I ran my tongue over my upper lip in an effort to make it wet. I glanced at Vera, noticed that she was staring at her own hand that had disappeared inside my wife's skirt and then looked at her other hand.

Brazenly, I thought, Vera slid that hand right inside the halter that Ann wore, from the top, so that she could now fondle my wife's tit.

"What kind of a gift?" I muttered, not wanting to disturb her, willing her to go on and make it with Ann.

And go on, she did. As Ann threw back her head, moaning, Vera deftly unsnapped the strings of my wife's halter, exposing both her breasts.

"Ahh!" sighed Vera, now cupping the naked right mound and beginning to knead it. "Your tit is so soft and warm!"

Ann, understandably, couldn't stand the tension anymore than I could. But, being, so far, the active participant, she could arch her body up and off the bed. Her hands reached down to the hem of her mini skirt and she flung it up over her body till it was lying, bunched up at her midriff.

"And," Vera continued to whisper softly, cupping my wife's naked crotch, "your pussy is so hot and wet!"

I watched from the chair as the curvaceous airhostess fondled and rubbed my wife's breasts and pussy. She leaned down and this time the kiss wasn't a mere pecking of lips. I could clearly see their mouths opening and by the way that Vera's cheek bulged, I knew my wife had thrust her tongue inside her friend's mouth.

I felt my prick rising inside my trousers and I uncrossed my knees to let it get some space that it so badly needed. Ann lifted her buttocks upward and I saw that Vera had inserted one finger in my wife's pussy. At the same time she was kneading the breast too.

It was an extremely erotic sight. One woman, half naked, her breasts and pussy exposed, lying on the bed, moaning in ecstasy as another fully dressed woman fondled the first's breast and pussy. Add to it that the two were kissing each other ferociously, sucking tongues, licking lips. 

Vera drew back and suddenly glanced at me, as if she noticed my presence for the first time. She smiled, her tongue snaking out and wetting her lips. Ann was lost in her own world as her friend kneaded her breast and slid her finger in and out of her pussy. My wife was clutching the bedspread. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was also breathing heavily through her half open mouth.

"As I was saying, Ash," Vera's voice sounded hoarse. "Quid pro quo. I want to watch the two of you with your Headless."

I gaped at her, not believing what I had just heard. A part of my mind was willing Ann to go right ahead and undress Vera; I just had to see those magnificent curves. She was slightly bent over my wife and was facing me. I could see the deep cleavage exposed at the top of her blouse, and since she was half lying on the bed (on Anita to be more precise), her frilly skirt had drawn back over her hips, exposing her long shapely legs.

Ann opened her eyes and looked into mine. She was flushed and breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling with the exertion. She had a smile on her lips; lips that looked all puffed up and swollen. I watched her bring her knees together and trapping Vera's hand there.

Vera turned to look into her friend's eyes. "Of course, the main course will come after I've had the appetizer," here, she jiggled Ann's breast, leaned down to give it a quick suck and rose again.

I had desperately wanted to watch the two of them make it. Which man wouldn't dream of such a thing? And I wouldn't hesitate to ram my prick in Ann when we would be with Headless. The bulge between my legs became so prominent that Vera noticed it and laughed coquettishly at my predicament.

"Are you feeling horny, Ash?" she asked mischievously. "I can see that thing between your legs. Are we responsible for it?"

Ann looked at my bulge. I made no effort to hide it whatsoever. In fact, I let my legs spread apart even more, sliding down in the chair.

The initial shock had worn off and I was beginning to relax. I had certainly thought of a ménage a trois, but it was sharing Ann with another. Hence, I had created Headless. What Ann was suggesting, and if I played my cards right, I thought that maybe I'd be able to get both these lusty women, one after the other.

"Yes," I admitted, "I am feeling horny and I know that you can see this thing growing between my legs. And yes, the two of you are responsible for this."

Vera laughed gaily and Ann giggled. 

"How horny, darling?" my wife asked me, speaking for the first time. I could see that she was now fondling Vera's breasts still encased in that white shirt.

Calmly, I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my trousers. Knowing that I wanted to go all the way, I lifted my buttocks off the chair and pushed my trousers and the underwear down over my hips and kicked them off to the floor. My erection sprang out and I sat back in the chair, wrapping one hand over the shaft.

"This much," I told them, jerking my shaft slowly. "And when the two of you go further, this is going to grow."

"Dirty old man!" Vera giggled, rising up from the bed and standing on the thick carpet. She stretched one hand to Anita who willingly took it.

"Come on, Ann," she cooed, sinking on to the carpeted floor. She tugged at Ann's hand until she too was on her knees. I watched the two women kneel on the carpet, facing each other. 

Vera was still in her clothes. Their arms went around each other's shoulders and they kissed. As they began tonguing each other, Ann finally began to push Vera's blouse up until the tiny bra was exposed to the eye. I caught my breath. God! Vera had even larger breasts than Anita, I thought, staring at her voluptuous melons straining against the material of the bra.

Vera's hands slid down until she was holding my wife's mounds in her palms, kneading and caressing them. 

"You have such lovely tits," Vera remarked, pulling away her mouth and staring at Ann's breasts that she was presently mauling.

Ann was unhooking her friend's bra. When it was open, Vera shrugged her shoulders allowing the bra to fall over her arms and onto the floor. 

Ann now took those magnificent melons in her hands. "Mine sag a bit; yours are so much firmer and so much bigger than mine."

"Touch them like that, Ann, oh yes, fondle them. Oh! Yes! That feels so good!"

I was truly amazed when I saw Vera's naked breasts. If Ann's breasts had freaked me out, Vera's converted me into an absolute breast man.

They were perhaps two sizes larger than Ann's and defied gravity. They stood up in spite of their size and their apparent weight. Her nipples, now erect, were a deep pink and so were the areola around them. Unconsciously, I began to jerk my shaft faster, my eyes fastened on Vera's breasts, imagining my hands on them, my lips licking them and finally sucking on them.

They kissed again, this time around Ann opening her mouth to allow Vera to push her tongue inside. As Ann began to suck on her friend's tongue, I watched their nipples dueling thrillingly with other and I could only imagine the feeling of burning breast tip against burning breast tip.

Their hands moved down between each other's legs, Vera directly cupping Ann's pussy with one palm, while Ann pushed up Vera's skirt. My wife's hand disappeared inside Vera's skirt and Vera wriggled, apparently to allow Ann to push her hand inside the panties.

Knowing that Ann was stroking her friend's pussy, and not being able to see it, was an extreme turn on for me.

"Wait!" commanded Vera. She drew back, unzipped her skirt, and sitting on the floor, lifted her legs to push it down.

My eyes bugged because she was wearing no panties. Her neatly trimmed bush was totally exposed when she spread her knees slightly.

"Ooohh!!!" squealed Ann, "you naughty girl! You aren't wearing anything under!" Though, I guess, that was for my benefit because she'd already had copped a feel there.

Vera laughed. "I didn't plan to. Here, now touch my cunt and rub it."

They went back to kissing again, stroking each other's pussies. 

Gingerly, I rose from the chair and walked over to the bed so that I could be closer to them. As I lowered myself on the edge of the bed, Vera glanced at my cock appreciatively. 

Ann drew back and began to lick Vera's lips. I mean, she literally licked the lips till they were wet with saliva.

She bent her head further down, her lips trailing down over Vera's throat. When Ann's mouth closed over one breast, Vera sighed.

"Ahh, that's so good! Oh yes, honey, suck my tits, oh yes, like that, oh yes, harder honey!"

Ann did that, abruptly shifting to the other breast and repeating the procedure all over again.

By now, Vera was working two of her fingers in and out of Ann's pussy. Ann, while fondling her friend's breast, had slid her other hand down to rub the woman's pussy lips.

I merely watched, jerking my shaft up and down. Oozes of pre-cum had moistened my prick and my fist slid over the shaft easily.

And then Vera was sprawled out on the floor, her head resting against the edge of the bed and legs spread wide apart. Ann's head disappeared between them and Vera let out a scream when she felt my wife's tongue licking up and down the pussy lips.

"Oh god, Ann, oh yes, lick my cunt, oh yes, rub my clit like that, oh god, yes, yes, shove that finger inside, don't stop licking, baby!"

And Ann complied. Two fingers sliding in and out furiously in Vera's pussy, she sucked and lapped at her pussy. 

I could take it no more, I guess. Glancing at Headless, as if to draw inspiration, I shuffled closer to where Vera's head rested. 

I had to half turn on the bed and when my prick touched Vera's neck, I gasped with pleasure. I rubbed the glans on the flesh between her shoulders and her neck, and then, raised myself up till I was able to rub it across her cheek and her ear.

She opened her eyes and glanced at my dick. She twisted her head to her left and bent it sideways so that my prick was trapped between her ear and shoulder. 

Ann was still busy licking Vera's pussy so she couldn't see that I was sliding my prick to and fro between her friends ear and shoulder. I never had realized before that such a cavity could exist in a woman where my prick would feel so sensitive, moving to and fro as it was doing now.




Driven To Desperation Ch. 03



"Stand in front of me, lover and fuck my face," Vera murmured.

Ann suddenly looked up and when she saw what I was doing, she smiled slowly. I knew that they had planned this together and I guess that my wife felt triumphant that she had won the game so easily.

Fact is, even if I hadn't been too keen on this, it was I who had won the game. I suppose that there's no man in the world (at least a real man) who doesn't dream of making it with two women simultaneously, just as I believe that there's no woman who does not dream of having been had by two men at the same time.

So Ann went back to sucking her friend's pussy, sliding one of her hand down to rub her own pussy while I rose from the bed. 

I arranged myself in front of the sexy airhostess, planting my feet on the floor on either side of her legs. She looked into my eyes and opened her mouth in anticipation.

I decided to surprise her. No loving and sexy licks and sucking of the glans, I thought, and holding the base of my shaft in my hand, I shoved forward, plunging my prick right down deep inside her mouth.

She gagged, her eyes widening with surprise. Instinctively, her lips closed around my shaft even as I felt the tip entering her throat.

And then, leaning down to grab those magnificent melons in my hands, I began to plunge in and out of her mouth.

She made a strange noise in her mouth and I turned my head around to see that Ann was sliding her tongue inside Vera's pussy. Maybe she wanted to moan but couldn't because my prick was firmly lodged inside her throat.

I was again impressed with myself that I was able to hold out so long, especially, when Vera cried out (in a strangled voice, I should say) and went rigid as a statue, almost biting my prick off. Her nails raked my buttocks and she pulled me deeper towards her.

She had climaxed! I guess she had been pretty tensed up and feeling super horny, for I had seldom seen Ann coming so quickly.

She had encircled Ann's face with her legs too so she had the two of us pressed to her vitals: one, against her pussy and the other in her mouth.

I continued shoving my prick in and out of her mouth even as she sort of slumped down, apparently exhausted with the force of her orgasm.

Finally, she forced my hips away. "Now," she whimpered weakly. "I want the two of you do it with Headless."

Ann drew back and I turned to look at her. She gave me a smile and as she rose, I watched her getting rid of whatever clothes that still remained on her body.

Fully naked, she walked over to Headless and straddled the dildo, her back to the portrait. She bit her lip and moaned as she lowered herself on the fake prick. She placed her hands on her knees, which she had spread wide apart and when the dildo impaled her, she paused.

"Come on, darling," she rasped out to me.

I was still standing over Vera, holding my prick in my hands. The woman gave my prick a quick suck. I knew that I had erected completely now - the portrait never failed to do that to me.

I walked unsteadily to her watching our reflections in the mirrors. The moment I stood in front of her, she reached out for my prick with her hands and pulled me to her.

I grunted when she slid my shaft completely inside her mouth. As she applied her trademark suction on the shaft, I did what I always liked to do in these situations: grab hold of her melons.

Ann began to bounce up and down on the dildo, the movement helping her mouth to slide up and down my throbbing shaft. In the mirror, I saw her legs spreading wider and then I noticed Vera crawling towards us.

Ann moaned around my shaft when Vera, kneeling between my wife's legs, dipped her head down and opened her mouth on the pussy that was now being shafted thoroughly by Headless.

Faster and faster we went till I thought that the room was spinning around me. I felt Vera's hands fondling my balls and Ann kneading her friend's boobs. 

It was a strange foursome. Three of us real and one fake, yet, I couldn't tell that it was a fake. Headless seemed to have a life of its own, and even as it lay lifeless and unmoving against the wall, it was the sole reason for egging us on to our climaxes.

Even now, I was managing to hold my orgasm, waiting for Ann to come first. When she rammed my prick right into her throat and held it there, I knew she was coming. 

That was as much as I could take. 

"Oh shit," I yelled, pumping into my wife's mouth, "I am coming!"

When I felt the seed race up from my balls, Ann pulled away.

"Come on my face, honey, come on my face!"

I stepped back and held the base of my prick in one hand, jacking off with the other. I saw Vera hurriedly rising up from the floor and placing her face next to Ann's.

Through bleary eyes I watched my juice shoot out of my aching prick. It arced across the space in front, splashing Ann right on her nose. I swung around directing the flow to Vera. She kept her mouth open and I shot a jet right inside her.

And then I lost control. Wildly, I swung to the left and then to the right, splashing the two faces with gobs of semen, delighting the way it began to dribble down their skin, down, down over their breasts and their bellies. 

As I staggered back, I glanced at Headless. Last time around, I had winked at him.

This time, I swear, the headless bastard was winking at me.



Driven To Desperation Ch. 04



What was happening to me when Headless was not present during our sessions was beginning to alarm me. It was pretty much like what had happened when Ann wanted to make it in the car some time ago.

In the beginning, I would just close my eyes and think about either that big, black prick from Ann's magazine; later, I would conjure up the image of her straddling the portrait and working me up with her mouth. As the days went by, just images were not helping. 

I visited Dr. Rao at the behest of my brother to whom I confided that I wasn't able to attain an erection any more. 

My sister's husband was a year younger than me but by his own admission (and some feedback I received from Ann after her intimate talks with my sister) he was a sex maniac. More than once, Ann had revealed to me that my sister jokingly complained to her that Jai always seemed to be in a perpetual state of sexual excitement. 

"I think you gotta see a shrink, Ash," Jai told me one day. 

Dr. Rao was a thin bearded fellow, short and kind of weird looking. He began by telling me that it was more in the mind than in the body after conducting a series of physical check-ups, which cost me upward of three grand. 

Of course, I never revealed about Headless to anyone. It was our secret and only Vera was the one outsider who knew about it.

"Do you or did you have any other sexual activities with anybody else but your wife?" he asked me one day.

I wasn't about to say yes, because that would involve revealing that I did have sexual relationships, or an extra marital affair, with another woman, namely Vera, in the presence of my wife. That would have shocked the hell out of the staid weirdo!

"Why?" I had counter questioned.

"Well, I wanted to know if you experienced the same thing with another woman as well."

That set me thinking. Would I feel the same way if I were making it with another woman? Would variety spice me up? I had been performing quite well with Vera; but that was when we were doing it with Ann and Headless. Could I keep up my performance with just Vera and no Ann or Headless around? Was Ann getting to be too familiar? 

I didn't think so. Ann was definitely everyman's dream woman. I should know better because I had seen the various glances that she attracted from a variety of guys. Even the three blokes who worked for me in the office sometimes looked at her in a way that wasn't exactly platonic or brotherly. 

I decided to try out for myself. I already had a couple of candidates whom I thought would be more than willing to get into my pants. One of course was Vera and the other was Meghana, my steno at the office. I could have had Vera all by myself very easily. But, I didn't as yet want to take a chance because I wasn't sure what Ann would feel like if she would come to know.

And come to know, she would. Vera wasn't that kind of a woman who would hold out secrets on Ann. Especially not after the affair we were having together. Meghana was different altogether.

Meg was a girl barely out of her teens; she was twenty to be exact. I had hired her upon Ann's insistence. Meg was the younger sister of one of Ann's friends. 

I had noticed more than once the way Meg would look at me when she thought I wasn't aware of her. On more than a few occasions, she would approach my chair to ask for something which she would very well have asked either on the intercom or from behind the desk. During these times, she would get as close to me as possible; perhaps, brush her arms or breasts across my shoulders and lean down close to me. I had ignored all these come-on tactics mainly because I am crazily in love with Ann and I didn't want to create any problems between us.

But all that was past and gone. Now I had a new Ann. And a new problem. 

I began to look at Meg in a different way. She was a nice girl; a bit too young for me. But what the hell! My wife too was when I had married her.

It was on a day that Ann planned to go to Vera's for the weekend that I planned my move. Making sure that I had a lot of work to finish (I really had), I told Ann I couldn't accompany her.

"Besides, you are going out for what I presume would be an all-girl party," I told her.

"I was thinking that maybe you and Headless also accompany," she had replied with a twinkle in her eyes. I almost succumbed.

I sent out the three guys for supervision at a remote site with enough work so they wouldn't return for at least a couple of days and I had requested Meg to come to the office earlier than usual.

For the first couple of hours, I really got down to work. I mean there was plenty of it pending what with Ann and Vera taking up most of my time for our crazy rendezvous along with Headless.

When we broke off for lunch, we headed to the room in Ann's office. We opened our lunch boxes and sat opposite each other on the table.

From time to time, I stole glances at her. She was wearing a knee length skirt that had a broad black belt at the waist. A dark red blouse that was tucked into it was tight enough to emphasize her curves.

She didn't have breasts the size of Ann or Vera's. Hers were pert though, and very, very firm. The blouse was thin enough for me to realize that she wasn't wearing a bra and flimsy enough for the material to sag down with the weight, revealing her cleavage whenever she bent.

It was amazing how much of a breast man I had become and I guess, that was since that day Ann had asked me to slide my prick between hers on that night we had oiled each other.

These days, I was obsessed with breasts. 

"That's one hell of a dress you are wearing today, Meg," I casually remarked after we had finished our lunch and were seated on the table. I was smoking and pretended to be quite casual about my words.

"You like it?" she asked earnestly. "My mom says it's a bit too tight."

"Well, for a girl like you, that shouldn't be a problem. Tight dresses look good on girls like you."

She giggled. "And what kind of a girl am I?"

"You know. You are young and attractive. These kind of dresses emphasize that, huh?" I grinned.

"Emphasize what, Ash?" she looked at me mischievously.

I decided to go for broke. Boldly, I answered her question. "Why, Meg, I thought you knew. They emphasize your tits."

She blushed and was flustered. I guess she had never expected me to be so casual about it and so forthcoming. 

She managed to smile at me. "You like them?"

"A guy would be crazy if he didn't." I replied, excited now that I could feel the faint stirring between my legs. Was it working, I thought?

She opened her mouth to say something, and hesitated.

"You wanted to ask me something?"

"W-well...I, huh, I just wanted to ask you if you'd really want to see them," she blurted.

I grinned at her, crushing the cigarette butt in the ashtray. "Why, Meg. Sure. Not only just see them, maybe I'd want to feel them, too."

She smiled suddenly, all traces of hesitation gone. She rose from the chair; "Lets just make sure no one disturbs us when you check these out."

She skipped out of the room. I knew she was going to lock the office.

I had an erection! Perhaps the knowledge that I was going to see Meg naked had spurned me on and set the blood pumping to my prick. 

I pushed back the chair and spread my legs wide apart, partly to ease the pressure between my legs inside the jeans and partly because I wanted her to see the bulge there.

In fact, the bulge was so apparent that when she returned, her eyes widened at the sight of it. I saw her tongue flicking over her lips.

"Wow!" she breathed. Dumbly, she raised her hands, standing there barely a couple of feet away from me, and pulled down the straps of her blouse. Of course, she wasn't wearing a bra.

Her firm breasts sprang out. They were, as I said before, not as large as Ann's, just about medium, but boy, they were firm! 

They didn't even move when she pulled her hands out of the strap so that the blouse lay over her back. Slowly, she walked to me.

"Okay?" she asked, striking a pose by resting her hands on her hips.

Casually I reached out and took both her breasts in my hands. I cupped them, testing their weight and feeling their softness.

"Great," I replied hoarsely.

Her eyes closed and a gasp escaped her lips when I squeezed them slowly. 

"Hmmm...I like that," she murmured when I rubbed her nipples gently with the flat of my palms. 

She threw her head back when I steadily began to knead her breasts.

She walked closer to me till my face was pressing against her belly just above the waistband of her skirt. She bent down slightly and immediately, I put my mouth over one breast, fondling the other.

"Oh god, Ash, suck it, oh god, yes, suck it like that."

This girl was one hot number, I guessed. I opened my mouth wide and slid in as much of her breast as I possibly could. I sucked hard on it.

I felt her hands fumble with my belt. She was so excited she couldn't unbuckle the belt.

I pushed her away and rose, rapidly unbuckling my belt and pushing down my jeans to the floor. Her eyes were riveted on the bulge in my shorts as I backed her against the table till she was half-lying on it.

I pressed against her and leaning over her body, I kissed her mouth, pushing my tongue between her lips.

She moaned as she began to suck on my tongue and gasped again when I now began to mash her breasts with my hands.

Her legs drifted apart and her skirt slid back to reveal her red panties. I slipped one hand down and cupped her crotch right over her panties and she moaned. She draped one arm around my shoulder and slid the other down over my shirt and right through the top of my shorts.

I groaned when I felt her hand wrap around my straining prick. I straightened myself, bringing her up along with me, still shoving my tongue in and out of her mouth. One hand pinching her nipple and the other rubbing her crotch, I glanced below to watch her hand sliding up and down my prick that was poking out from the top of my shorts.

She withdrew her hands and yanked my shorts down over my hips where they stayed around my knees. Now, she brought both her hands to my prick and jerked off the shaft with one fist and fondled my balls with the fingers of her other hand.

I was concentrating on keeping my prick erect. Triumphantly, I thought I wouldn't need too – her hands ensured that the shaft remained rigid.

I imitated her. I pulled her skirt up to her waist and then pushed her panties down. Once they were below her hips, all she had to do was wriggle her buttocks so that the panties lay in a puddle on the floor.

Then, I pushed her back so that she was lying half on the table and bent down, deciding to devote my attention to her young breasts. I sucked one, and then the other.

"Oh god, Ash, oh yes, lick my nipples, please lick them!"

I did. I first licked the erect nipple with the tip of my tongue feeling her writhing under me.

"Lick them, damn it!" she gasped, pushing her breast towards me.

I let the flat of my tongue rove all over the flesh. I felt her breast getting wet with my saliva and her nipple hardened even more than before.

"The other one," she begged and I repeated the whole procedure on her other breast while fondling and pinching the one I'd just licked.

When I covered her naked pussy with my palm, she shuddered. And, when I began to rub her pussy lips with my fingers she almost went crazy. The movement of her fist on my prick became faster and she was smothering the top of my head with kisses.

"Wait, please, wait," she said, pushing me away. Now what? I got an answer immediately as she knelt on the floor, her weight supported by her toes. Her head was below the level of the top of the table and I grunted aloud when she slipped my prick in her hot mouth.

My god! Up until now, I hadn't believed that little Meg would be able to do all these things. I mean there are many girls whom you believe wouldn't do things like sucking on a prick when you look at them. Meg was one such girl. Her innocent looking face belied such actions on her part.

But she sucked me with an expertise that was equal to Ann and Vera. She didn't waste time licking up the shaft; she straightaway slipped the length of my prick inside her mouth. Of course, she couldn't take the whole thing inside, but the three or so inches that she took, fitted her mouth well enough for her to begin bobbing her head up and down.

I reached down and massaged her breasts as she pushed my shorts down to the floor. She grabbed the back of my buttocks and pushed me closer towards her face. Gently, I began to move my hips to and fro.

Though she was kneeling down, her knees were still wide apart. I pushed one toe towards her pussy and heard her moan as I hit pay dirt. My toe encountered her wet pussy and I rubbed it over her protruding clit. She had a large clitoris and it was erect.

She pushed me away, now licking the wet shaft with little jabs of her tongue. "Mmmm, you taste so good, so salty, Ummmm, I love your cock, oh yes, mmmmm..." 

So, she was a talker. I was surprised that this was the same Meg who had been sitting in my office for so long now. The demure Meg, whose cheek dimpled when she smiled. 

She pushed my prick back against my belly and licked the underside; then, she was bending it down so she could run her tongue over the top.

I began to pinch her nipples and roll them between thumb and forefinger till she was squirming.

She rose suddenly and hopped onto the table. She put her arms around my shoulders and looking into my eyes, whispered, "Please, fuck me, Ash, give me your cock, I've been waiting for so long now."

I pushed her gently till she was lying on her back on the table. She immediately spread her legs apart and I glanced down to look at her pussy. The opening was wide and inviting.

I walked up to her and directed my prick into her opening. She moaned when I entered to the hilt and then clamped her legs around my waist as I began to move in and out of her.

"Oh yessss," she hissed, breathing through her open mouth. I seized the opportunity by bending down and planting my open mouth against hers. I could taste myself on her lips and in her mouth as I slid my tongue in. She sucked on my tongue.

Her pussy was tight, very tight. I recalled the first time I had put my prick in Ann. Meg was tighter more than Ann was when I had popped my wife's cherry. And Meg was no virgin.

My shaft felt like it was gripped in a vice and I thought I would burst. So, I slowed down. And, that's where I think I made the mistake.

All of a sudden, I felt my shaft going slack. Not to a very great degree, but it wasn't as hard as it had been moments ago. Desperately, I shoved hard into her, as if the act itself might help my shaft regain it's original hardness, but no, it slowly began to soften.

I pulled my lips away from hers and suddenly stuck a couple of my fingers inside her mouth. She began to suck them earnestly. I noticed that she had closed her eyes and her nostrils were flared.

That helped a bit. I mean the sight of her sucking my fingers was helping me, though not much.

Suddenly, I had an inspiration. Bending down over her so that her face was buried in my chest, I fumbled for the side table where I had kept a magazine. 

She didn't realize it (and never did) when I frantically opened the glossy. 

The picture instantly brought the blood racing back to my shaft and this time I began to move inside her so fast, she whimpered.

She began to move back against me, still sucking my fingers. She matched me stroke for stroke.

It was only after she suddenly went rigid, pulled my fingers out of her mouth and started to wail, that I hastily stuffed the magazine back into the side table.

I pulled out my prick when I came, letting my semen spray over her belly. I clutched her breasts and she jerked my shaft furiously till I was empty.

"Oh god," she breathed, her chest heaving, "that was great!"

What she didn't know was what I had to do to make it great. I realized that I was hooked. 

The picture that had helped me was of a big-breasted brunette taking on a bunch of guys on a sailboat. One guy was behind her, his shaft inside her pussy, another was in front of her, his dick inside her mouth and she was holding on to two other shafts by her hands.

I was lost! I had become a weirdo. 

******

Ann and me were sharing Headless every time that we wanted to make it. I suppose she was as addicted to that dildo as I was. And that was why I decided to question her about it.

We had just finished a marathon with Headless that night and were lying on the bed, Headless resting against the wall.

"Can I ask you a question, Ann?"

"You already are," she giggled, curling up to me, throwing one naked leg over my hips. She pressed her breasts against my arms and casually took my flaccid prick in her hand.

"What is it that you really like about Headless?" I blurted out.

She caressed my prick and thought about it. Ann was always like that. She never answered any questions instinctively. She needed space, and time.

"Above every thing, I adore his cock!" she laughed.

She never addressed the portrait as "it". It was always "him" just as the dildo was always "cock".

"That fucker doesn't have a life!" I joked.

"As long as I have this live one," here, she tugged at my prick, "do I really need that to be a live one?"

I hesitated a bit, and then blurted out, "Do you at any times fantasize that Headless is a real guy?"

Her hand on my prick sort of froze and I held my breath wondering if I had gone too far.

Finally, she answered, "Do you?"

I managed to laugh. "Look, Ann, I don't require a prick. I'm happy with your pussy."

"I mean, does that cock not give you a charge? Like, I know that the sight of me working on that cock really gets you all charged up."

"You are avoiding my question," I protested.

"I will answer that if you answer mine."

I paused. "Okay, fair enough, Ann. Yes. It kind of turns me on when I see you stuffing that cock up your pussy when you are playing around with mine. For that matter, I go wild when I see Vera and you making it out when I am around."

"Well," she said after thinking for some time. "I admit that very often I do fantasize about Headless having a real life cock."

"And," I asked, my heart hammering wildly now, and feeling my prick twitching in her hand, "whose cock do you, think is it?"

This time she didn't hesitate. Manipulating herself so that she was lying half on top of me, she wrapped a fist around my prick, pressing her ample breasts against my chest.

"I know who you had in mind when you did Headless."

I felt a chill run up my spine. "Y-you do?" I stammered.

Her hair surrounded my face as she lowered her lips and fastened her mouth on mine. I put my arms around her, pressing her closer to me (if that was possible) loving the feel of her breasts against my naked chest.

She pulled back and looked at me from under her lashes for a long time, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

She leaned down again and put her mouth close to my ears.

She told me who she knew that Headless was when I did him. 

And she was right! I hadn't realized that it was so apparent. Or, that I was such a damn good painter.

******

My sister's name is Raveena. She is five years younger than me. A long time ago, when she was about twenty, she fell for a stupid mutt head. A year after she had begun to see him (she was doing her arts then) he dumped her. Knowing her as I do, I was (and still am) pretty sure that she did not go too far with that bloke; maybe a few kisses, a few innocent gropes. 

Our parents had to relocate to another hick city for Dad to complete one of his projects there. I stayed back, still doing my graduation. She had to accompany them to that hick city. When she was there, a brother of her close friend she had made in the city fell for her; hook, line and sinker. She was fortunate, because she ended up marrying him.




Driven To Desperation Ch. 04



Madan is a year younger than me. He is an engineer and, when my sister married him, we had a kind of a genius in the family. He seemed to know practically everything that there was to be known during the various discussions we would have whenever we met.

I recall that time when Ann had first called me on my phone from her studio and asked to join her; the first time that we did it in her studio after going through the glossy magazines that Vera had sent to her. I had pretended to take Madan's call when she was talking to me and telling me to "come on over, right now". That had been for the benefit of my staff that was sitting around my table that day.

When I had made the portrait, for some strange reason, which I hadn't fathomed that day, I had drawn inspiration from Madan's looks. Not that he was very handsome or for that matter neither was it because he was well built. On the contrary, he was a tall and very slim guy; it was only when he spoke that one realized his positive side. 

I remember one occasion when the two of us got pretty sizzled and did some serious confessing. The subject had got around to sex, inevitably, and we had told each other how we did it with our respective wives. He had seemed to be quite excited when I had revealed to him that Ann liked it when I would put my prick between her breasts.

Afterwards, I had noticed him look at Ann's breasts on quite a few occasions. Maybe that was why I had chosen him to be my anonymous model when I did Headless.

When Ann whispered to me that she knew the portrait was based on Madan, it didn't really shock me. It excited me. That she knew it was Madan (albeit, a headless one) got me extremely turned on.

I realized now that I had all this time secretly fantasized that if Ann needed more sex, I would have preferred her to have it with him.

Now that Ann had revealed to me that she suspected all this time that Headless was really Madan, I desperately wanted to involve him. The point was that I didn't want him to have Ann all on his own; I wanted to participate as well. And that thought sent my blood pumping to my prick.

That night, I came no less than two times; once, inside Ann's pussy while she licked up Headless' prick, and then again in her mouth while she rode the fake prick.

It was when we were lying beside each other after that when I softly said, "So, what say we get Madan instead of Headless?"

This time she didn't hesitate.

"Great!"

******

She wore a dress that Vera had gifted to her. It was a black one-piece job, reaching down to mid-thigh, held together by a pair of thin straps, way down the back to reveal her skin there and scooped into a deep V in front. She was wearing a half bra that could be seen clearly through the flimsy dress, and whenever she bent down (which she did too often) it seemed that her breasts would spill out.

Madan was dressed in formal attire; woolen pants and a white silk shirt. I was in jeans and t-shirt, which is my normal dress code at home.

My parents were staying over at our main house (these days they wanted to be on their own and we normally spent only our weekends with them). Our daughter had insisted she wanted to spend a few days with her grandparents, which was fine by us, considering what we had planned.

He had been shell-shocked when I had told him what I had in mind. I had invited him over dinner the night before and after making sure that we both were quite high on the whisky, I had revealed to him my problem. I was looking at the whole thing as my problem. Maybe, even Ann's problem. Never as anything kinky or outrageously obscene.

Half an hour of me explaining to him in detail about the whole thing (I even told him about Headless) and the guy was literally panting with excitement. Any man who wouldn't be excited about bedding my wife either had to be gay or abnormal.

There were a few moments of uneasiness when he arrived for lunch the next day. Ann quickly and efficiently dispelled these. 

It was amazing to watch her take control of the situation and it suddenly dawned on me that I had always considered her to be mature way beyond her age. 

Madan was a sucker for booze and she made sure that she mixed a mean martini that afternoon. She was flushed with excitement, but pretended that there was nothing unusual that was going to happen.

We had a great lunch and spoke about our jobs. Nothing in our conversation alluded to sex. At least, initially it went that way until finally an hour after lunch, she broke the ice.

"So, Ash told you about Headless?"

She threw the question to him out of nowhere and he was so stunned that for a moment he was speechless. But martini and the sight of an almost half naked Ann perked him up.

He smiled. "I find it fascinating, Ann. Besides, I am flattered."

The bloke was every inch the gentleman that I knew him to be. 

She looked at him for a long time. He was seated on a chair, opposite to the couch on which I was sitting with Ann.

"Yes. Put your head above the portrait where the head should be, and the picture is you."

He gave a short laugh. "I can't wait to see it."

I was fighting hard to hide my erection inside my jeans and I knew he was feeling just as horny.

"I said, the head," she murmured provocatively, and I knew it was about to come.

"I don't understand."

"We don't know whether his cock looks like yours, do we?" she butted brusquely. 

He flushed and covered up by tossing the remains of his drink in one swallow.

"Well?" she insisted.

"Well, what?" he inquired.

"Show us your cock and I will tell you whether Headless is perfect."

Slowly, almost deliberately, he put down his glass on the table between us. Leaning back into the chair, he calmly began to unbuckle his pants. His eyes held hers and a sort of a contorted look replaced the smile on his face; maybe that's the way he looked when he was super horny. 

He pushed his pants down to his hips after pulling the zip down. He was wearing blue underwear and there was a prominent bulge there.

He reached inside his underwear and pulled out his erect prick.

"Okay. See?" he asked her.

It was a good prick; not as thick or long as Headless', but impressive all the same. He was of course, not circumcised. The veins were throbbing and the glans was swollen. From where I was sitting, I could clearly see the drops of pre-cum oozing out of the tip.

We sat there; husband and wife, still clothed, watching him sprawled out on the chair, his tumescent prick jutting out of his fly. He made no attempt to touch it, nor did he try to expose his scrotum. It was just his prick outside his pants.

I felt my own prick stirring inside my pants. I knew it was the anticipation of watching Ann make it out for the first time with another man and that too in my presence that was turning me on. 

I felt a strange kind of triumph inside me; I knew that it could just about signal the end of that damned Headless.

My excitement was doubled when I glanced at Ann. She was leaning forward, her eyes fixed on his thrusting dick, her huge chest heaving with excitement. I wanted to rip out my clothes and yell for him to take my wife. But I held on because I wanted to feel the excitement reach its peak. And there was only one way it could. Ann had to make the first move. I had to watch her with him and I knew I would attain salvation.

Finally, almost deliberately, she reached out and wrapped a fist around his prick. He groaned as her fingers closed around his throbbing shaft.

"Ahh," she whispered, leaning further towards him. "It's warmer and so fleshy and alive!"

He gurgled. "Oh yessss. Your hand feels so good and hot"

She reached out her other hand to pull out and then fondle his testicles. "Your balls are full and heavy," she told him. They were.

His eyes were fixed to where half of her breasts were hanging down, exposing her ample cleavage. I knew what he was thinking.

As she slowly started to jerk his shaft to and fro, his hands slid down and almost uncontrollably, reached out for her breasts.

She did not move and let him squeeze her breasts through the dress and her half bra. Squeezed? Hell, he was mauling them, a contorted look on his face.

"Nice," she commented, amazing me with the control she was imposing on herself. "Very, very nice. Lovely cock you have, Madan."

"I got to have a look at your tits, Anita," he groaned.

"Headless tastes almost plastic," she said conversationally. "Wonder how your cock tastes."

His prick twitched in her hands when she said that. 

"You do that and I know I will come inside of five seconds."

She weighed his balls. "I know. But you have a bagful of juice inside this and it won't matter. There will be plenty more."

She pushed the table aside. She was a strong girl, my wife. Almost immediately after the table was no longer obstructing her, she slipped down from the couch and knelt on the floor between his legs.

I craned my neck, afraid that I would come in my jeans, and watched her drawing close to his prick. She brought it to her nose and inhaled.

"Ahh," she whispered, "you smell so good. Not like Headless."

"Oh god," he grunted, his buttocks sliding forward, "don't tease me. Just take my cock in your mouth."

She looked up at him and smiled. "I thought you said you would come in less than five seconds if I do that."

"And you said it wouldn't matter because there's still plenty more of it," he muttered hoarsely.

He was sweating. I could detect the sheen of sweat on his forehead and his cheeks.

She looked down at his prick that she held in her fist. Then, she bent down, her mouth opening wide.

"Ugghhh..." he groaned as she slipped his length inside her mouth. Not just the head, but also the entire length. His eyes bulged as he stared down at her lips surrounding his shaft.

He gave a strangled cry and thrust his hands inside her dress from the top. I saw the billowing movements of his hands inside her dress as he began to savagely knead her breasts.

Very gently, my wife began to bob her head up and down over his prick. I could see his shaft beginning to get wet with her saliva, which meant she was giving him a lot of her tongue.

The poor guy almost went berserk. His buttocks came half way up the chair as he jammed his prick inside her mouth.

He didn't come right away and I knew that she was using her expertise to hold him in check. She had a way with that. Using her hands and her mouth, she had this technique of managing to keep my prick half hard and then completely hard. She used to do that very often to me in the beginning before I got affected by Headless.

Her hands grabbed his hips and she sucked him in and out of her mouth some more.

I had had enough. I rose from the couch, unzipping my jeans and pulling out my hard prick. It was rock hard and I was thrilled.

I reached down and hauled the lower part of her body up towards me. This way, she was bent over, practically on her fours. Quickly, I pulled her dress up over her thighs till her itsy bitsy panties were revealed.

I did not want to disturb her, so I merely slid the crotch of her panties aside, exposing her shaven pussy.

Looking sown to watch her lips slide up and down his shaft, I pried her pussy lips apart. My prick was so hard I didn't have to guide it inside her. I just took one step forward and voila! I was buried deep inside her hot and wet pussy.

"Hold still, honey," I croaked out, "I'm going to fuck you now. You don't have to move your face to suck his cock. Let me do the moving."

She always obeyed me, I guess. When I jammed my prick inside her pussy, I drove her forward so that his prick disappeared inside her mouth. I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me when I drew my prick out of her. This had the effect of her lips sliding back over his shaft.

As I began to move in and out of her pussy, I watched him pushing the top of her dress down over her back. He reached inside her tiny bra and hauled out her breasts.

"Oh god, they are so big!" he moaned. I felt her shiver when his hands clasped her naked breasts and begin to knead the flesh.

She was making a slurping noise as she sucked him and my hips were slapping her buttocks as I shoved in and out of her. 

"I-I am g-going to come," he said through clenched teeth, his hips beginning to move on their own volition.

She pulled him out of her mouth. "I want to see your spunk flying out of your cock and over my face," she murmured.

That just about did it for him. He allowed her to jerk his shaft, his hands going crazy on her breasts.

"Oh god, yes, yes, faster, Anita, faster, yes, like that, oh my god, I'm gonna come, oh yes, oh yes."

Her fist was a blur as she expertly jerked him off, her face scant inches away from the purple and swollen head. Her eyes were fixed on his prick and she was pushing herself back into me as I thrust faster and harder and deeper.

Suddenly, he roared like a wounded animal. I watched as the sperm flew out of his prick. She flinched when the first salvo hit her squarely on her nose, and then, tried to steady her head and direct his eruption over her lips and cheeks.

He came in abundance. He smeared the whole of her face with his juices. There was even some which drenched her hair and her ears. She managed to catch some of it in her mouth.

I slammed into her when I felt her shuddering. I knew she was coming and it wasn't just because of my prick plunging inside her pussy. It was the sight of his erupting prick and the feel of his juices that were bringing her to her climax.

I felt my own seed beginning to boil over and rising to the tip of my prick. I pulled it outside her pussy and physically spun her around. She sprawled onto the floor on her back. I straddled her and sat lightly on her breasts.

She watched me as I began to jerk my prick savagely. It was about an inch off her lips when cried out and shot out my juices.

She raised her head and took me in her mouth, swallowing as much as she could. I looked down and saw some of the milky fluid leaking out from the corner of her mouth. I slumped down over her and holding my prick in my hand used it as a paintbrush to rub the juice over her lips and then finally slipping it back into her come-filled mouth. 

I glanced back and there was Madan, a look of absolute bliss on his face. He was out of that chair and was kneeling by her side, just beside me, rubbing his flaccid prick over her belly, just on top of her pussy.

After a very, very long time, I was the guy who came last!

After that afternoon, all hell broke loose. We went crazy, I suppose, trying to take our sex life up into a plane that we never knew existed.

There was one thing that I was pretty adamant about. I silently made it clear to Ann and Madan that it was my prerogative to have her pussy. I began to realize now how much I enjoyed with my prick drilling her pussy for long periods without the fear of either losing my erection or not being able to get it up.

As long as I could watch Madan doing those crazy things with her, I could do it like a porn star. Another thing I had no intention of allowing was the two of them to do it without my presence.

Using her cleavage to get his rocks off particularly fascinated him. 

I recall that afternoon after all of us had our first orgasm together and had subsequently refreshed ourselves with a long shower in the bathroom. She insisted that we shower together and we had agreed.

It was difficult to believe that we had climaxed less than fifteen minutes earlier, because after we trooped, buck-naked into the bathroom, and shared the shower, we began to get aroused again.

We soaped her together; he beginning from her face and me from her legs. She just stood there, hands hanging limply by her sides, sighing and moaning and wriggling as we caressed her body with our soapy hands. He sucked her breasts making her moan, and I sucked her pussy making her moan too.

The soap spread across her breasts. She lay down, gripping her breasts and allowing him to insert his throbbing prick between them. And sure I sank down and sucked her pussy, making her moan. She wriggled and shuddered. I poked my tongue in her pussy and watched Madan move to and fro between her breasts.

I was excited at the sight of Madan pumping Ann's breast. So excited, that I erected and plunged my prick into Ann's pussy. It was incredible. Watching Madan do Ann's breast, excited me; and I pumped in Ann harder and faster. It was amazing; I was erect and I didn't come soon. Perhaps, it was Madan sliding his prick between Ann's large breasts. Ann clasped her breasts together catching hold of Madan's prick. She moaned and wriggled and I got excited as I drilled my prick in her pussy. It felt hot and wet; after a long time. In fact, it was with Vera that Ann was hot.

"Fuck my tits, Madan." she told him.

That excited me again. I plunged and pumped in her pussy. I grasped her hips and then her buttocks. I wanted to touch her everywhere.

"Ash," she said, "What about fucking my tits together?"

"How do you do it?"

You stand in front of me and Madan straddles me from behind. Of course, your cocks are going to touch each other>"

Ash was excited and so was Madan. Ann had huge breasts and it was easy fitting their pricks between them.

She lay on the floor and Ash straddled her chest from the front. Madan's eyes were delighted as he inserted his prick between her breasts. He could feel Ashish's prick and he wasn't embarrassed. Neither was Ashish.

"Don't you feel great touching your cocks between my tits?"

"It's fantastic," Madan said.

Ash slid forward and put his prick in her mouth and she started to suck it. She grabbed his balls and kneaded them. Madan was fascinated.

He slid faster between her breasts. She stopped him. She used some saliva between her breasts a he was delighted. 

"Fuck my tits, Madan and fuck my cunt Ash."

"OK, baby, here I fuck!" Ash started to move harder, deeper and faster and she was astonished, at his staying power.

Meanwhile, Madan was slipping his prick between her breasts; he had picked up speed now and was assisted by the fact that she held her breasts, squeezing them and making a cavern for him. A cleavage was more like it. Her breasts were enormous and his prick disappeared completely inside them.

"Oh shit, look at that prick and those tits. Ever seen anything like that?" Ash asked.

No," replied Madan. He hadn't seen such big breasts.

"Oh god," he said, "I'm cumming!"

"Splash her tits," laughed Ash.

"What about you?"

"I never come in her cunt. She's got a problem after her first child."

"Wow. That's excellent!"



Driven To Desperation Ch. 05



I was never a voyeur. But it happened accidentally. Ann thought I was out at the office. But I was at home, working on the computer in my study.

I heard a doorbell and wanted to get up and open it. That was a shock.

Madan had arrived and as I stood in the corner of the room, I saw Ann clutch him and kiss him. She was wearing a knee length loose dress and as usual her blouse had a deep V. She kissed him, her mouth open and simultaneously, reached down to grab his prick. He was wearing jeans so that it was difficult to unzip him. She managed it and fished out his prick, and as they kissed, she fondled his prick.

He wasn't idle either. He pulled down her blouse; she wasn't wearing a bra and so her breasts tumbled out for him to knead.

I had told Ann that with Madan, I was going to participate. It angered me that she had disobeyed me. 

Clutching each other, she wrapped her legs around him.

"Fuck me like this," she said.

He had removed her bra and was kneading her breast while she was fondling her prick. She jumped slightly on him and he wrapped his hands on the back of her shoulder.

"Aah..." she sighed.

"Your cunt is always hot and wet"

"Now fuck me!"

He began to thrust inside her. They were not aware that Ash was watching them from the corner.

Ash waited till they climaxed. As usual, Madan threw down Ann and straddled her chest. Her blouse still on, he managed to slip his prick inside and move to and fro till he came.

Then I moved into the room. There was anger o n my face. I walked forward and slapped my wife. "Didn't I say you were not supposed to fuck him when I was not there?"

She looked down. "I I'm sorry. I couldn't help it"

"Get dressed. You are going to get punished."

"Hey, come on, Ash!" Madan interrupted. "Take it easy"

"You shut up"

My face was red with anger. "You are going to wear that dress Vera gave you."

I was not to denied. Vera had given her a mini skirt and a tight blouse. "No underclothes, bitch"

Madan quietly slipped away. He was scared that Ash, in this passion would be extremely dangerous. Quickly, he stuffed his prick inside, zipped up his jeans and slipped outside. But I wasn't interested in him.

Shoving her in my car, I drove her over to the office. I was aware that Meghana was not there. But the other three were there.

Uday, Ajay and Ravi. 

I was so mad that I was going to let them fuck her. She deserved it. Despite of me having told her she had fucked Madan. I was mad. I had never fucked Vera without her presence. 

"Please, please," she sobbed, when she realized what I was going to do.

"You like fucking don't you?" I laughed.

"You have never used such language before."

"I used that when we were fucking, Anita. Did I fuck Vera without you? You cheated me. How many times did you fuck him? Give me the truth, or I will kill him"

That scared her. "Five times. "

"You bitch. Where did you fuck him?"

"The car, the garage, the living room, the motel and his bedroom"

I slapped her and she gasped. "Ash, no, please"

"You like to fuck, don't you? You are gonna have three guys today. And I am going to watch and participate. Because you didn't allow me to participate with Madan"

When we entered the office, I closed the door and the guys whistled at the sight of Ann. She was looking damn sexy, her tits enormous, her thighs strong and her ass equally large.

"Hey," I said, without any delay. "You wanna fuck my wife?"

Their jaws opened. They had always looked with lust at her, especially her tits. Everybody stared at her tits.

"Wow!" Uday gasped.

"Why not?" Ravi said.

"Fantastic!" Ajay breathed.

"Go ahead then. I am going to join too."

EPILOGUE

IT LOOKED LIKE THE MAN WAS BEHEADED. 

At least, the head was missing. What was left was the rest of the body, and reclined against the wall; it looked like the man had been sitting on some kind of a reclining chair.

That, he was a man was evident: there was a hard up thrust penis between his open thighs, almost perpendicular to his body.

In proportion to the body, the penis seemed extremely huge, almost, impossibly so. It was around seven inches in length and by no stretch of imagination was it thin, because the diameter would have to be about an inch and a half.

In reality, the man was a portrait. An outstanding painting done on a life size canvas; well, almost entirely.

The penis was not a part of the portrait. Nor was it real. It was an artificial penis, one of those found in sex shops. It was fastened between the legs of the headless man in the portrait by drilling a hole there and fixing a few rivets from behind the painting.

He stared at the portrait with unseeing eyes. He was sprawled out on a chair that was remarkably like the one in the portrait. And like the man in the portrait, he was naked too. But unlike the man in the portrait, he still had his head on his body, and too, his penis was totally flaccid.

He was fucked out. Totally, absolutely fucked out.

And he knew that it would be next to impossible to ever have an erection again. His flesh was not willing, and neither was the spirit. 

He had given up. Fifteen years down the line and it was time to call quits. He just couldn't take it any more.

His amorous wife had killed him off sexually. 

Numbly, he turned his head from the portrait and watched his wife in the center of the room. She was in a sexual frenzy. She always was. And he supposed he had been a fool to marry her. The difference in their ages had been too much. And it had taken a heavy toll.

She was sitting on the longhaired man, her back to him and his cock up inside her cunt. The other man, short and bulky, stood by her side, languidly moving his hips to and fro and watching his cock gliding in and out of her mouth. The third man knelt on the other side, his head at her jiggling tits, lips licking the large nipples when he was not sucking an entire tit.

She was making small gurgling noises in her mouth, bouncing up and down on the longhaired man, impaling herself, no gorging herself, with his hard and erect cock. One hand held the short man whom she was sucking by his buttocks and her other hand was behind the third man's head, urging him to suck on her large tits.

As he watched the four of them from the chair, he felt a twinge of guilt, and then a flash of pain course through his body. 

He was angry. He threw away a penis-enhancer he had been holding in his hand and slowly got up from the chair. Continuing to look at them he backed away till he was at the door that led to their bedroom. 

He paused at the door and turned to enter the room. He hesitated, and then glanced at them again.

They were not even aware of him. It was as if the husband did not exist.

"Oh yes, fuck me," she wailed, drawing her head back and rubbing the glans of the cock she was sucking over her cheek. "Fuck me with your hard cock, yes, yes, like that, oh god, you fill me up!"

"Suck me," the stocky man reminded her, moving his hips in circles, helping her smear his pre-cum over her face.

"It's my turn, now," the third man who had been at her tits protested, getting to his feet. 

She laughed. "Both of you, now. Stand on either side of me and let me suck both your dicks."

The two men arranged themselves on her sides as instructed as she continued to ride the cock that was fucking into her powerfully.

The man, on whom she was sitting, brought his hands around her and grasped her heavy tits, mauling the flesh. Her head was like a windshield wiper, turning to one cock and then to the other as she took turns sucking the two men. At one point, she brought both the cock heads together and giggled as she tried to stuff them simultaneously inside her mouth.

The longhaired man grunted and got off the chair, his cock still buried inside her cunt and the three of them managed to arrange her onto her hands and knees on the floor.

He grabbed her hips and began to slam inside her like a battering ram, shoving her body forward till she was gagging on one cock and furiously jerking off the other.

He looked away. With short steps, he entered the bedroom and waded across to the closet. He opened it and from under a stack of shirts, pulled out the gun.

He flipped open the magazine and checked the charge. It was loaded. He heard his wife moan, the almost obscene noises of sucking and the dull rhythmic sound of her buttocks slamming against the man's hips.

He wouldn't be doing this, he thought. And he hadn't till now. As long as he could raise an erection watching her being serviced by other men, he was okay.

It had initially started with the portrait he had made. Then, he would get charged when she would straddle the dildo and take him in her mouth. That faded away and the portrait had to be replaced by real flesh.

Her appetite was enormous. Watching her with another man kept him going till that too faded away and the desire to watch her doing it with more than one to be able to raise an erection, had made him accept the current situation in hand. Three men!

He slid back the safety catch and looked at the door.

******

Madan was forgotten. Not because he was angry; they had done it quite a number of times. And though it was the first time that she was getting fucked by three men, he couldn't forget that morning with Madan. He was burning.

And the bitch was enjoying. He had never thought that she would; but she did. Now she was lying on the floor and had a cock straddling her. Below her another guy was into her pussy. She was jacking off the third guy 

For the last time, he had straddled her, surprising the three guys. He had fetched the oil and poured it over her tits. Then, much to the surprise of the three guys, he sat lightly on her and trapped his cock between her tits. She laughed and wrapped her tits together.

He walked out of the bedroom. They gasped when they saw the gun.

"What the hell? You asked us to fuck." She said

"I didn't ask you to enjoy."

The three guys were stunned. "What are you doing, Ash?" Ajay asked. His cock suddenly became flaccid. She was jerking him off.

But Uday's cock was hard because he had it trapped it in her tits. And so was Ravi's. He was gently sliding in her cunt to and fro.

"Oh my god, Ash, you asked us to do it to her," Ajay said.

"I didn't expect you to enjoy her. Look. You got a cock in her pussy, one in her tits and she's jerking one."

"There are six bullets in this gun. The first one to go is Ash." He shot her and she hardly screamed.

"The second one is the portrait. I got it. It ruined me" The portrait fell from the chair.

"No, no," Uday shouted.

"The third is you because you said no" His flaccid cock became even smaller as the bullet hit him on the head.

"Your cock seems so small," he laughed and shot him.

Ajay and Ravi tried to run, but the dead woman trapped them. It was easy .It took less than one minute to shoot them.

An hour later, the cops came. The sirens sounded loudly. The watchman reported the cops.

The cops took one look at the naked people and immediately covered them.

The inspector turned to Ashish and asked the question 

"Who killed them?"

"Who the hell do you think? I did"

FINIS