3 comments/ 13241 views/ 9 favorites Book Lover Ch. 02 By: Married_Man_63 Probably won't make much sense without first reading Book Lover. As always, it's here for you to enjoy and I sincerely hope that you do. ***** The late guests of honour took the two vacant seats that had been saved for them. Jon was between Faye and Dianne, her mother, on the far side of Faye was Jon's youngest brother, Adam. Dianne watched them take their seats with a knowing smile flitting across her features. She knew a couple delayed by sex when she saw one, and Faye oozed sexual contentment. On top of that her attitude towards Jon suggested she was very content indeed. Dianne couldn't know that Jon wasn't the primary reason her daughter seemed so satisfied. She was happy her daughter was happy and couldn't help wondering how her handsome young future son had achieved it. Leaning sideways she asked apparently innocently, "Car trouble?" Jon turned to look into the same bright blue eyes his fiancée had. Dianne hid her smirk well. She loved to tease Jon, he flustered so easily. "Erm...no. Not really no. Er. No it was...well sort of time just kind of got away from us. We er, well. Sorry." Dianne gave a throaty chuckle, it was sexy sound to Jon's ears. Definite undertones of naughtiness, a promise of wickedness to come. She was a very earthy woman and while facially like her daughter her wavy hair was blonde and she was much shorter and curvier. Jon had a bit of a thing for Dianne's figure. He loved the shape of her calves and her deep cleavage. Jon swallowed nervously. Dianne placed a hand on his thigh and whispered to him, "Don't you dare apologise for making my daughter happy. A good man is hard to find, and vice versa." There was the chuckle again. Oh god not now, oh god not now! Jon was terrified. Since Faye had made him shave off his pubic hair he was constantly and acutely aware of his penis. Add to this his fiancée's sudden behaviour and the memory of this afternoon and he was on a hair trigger as it was. Now this sexy older woman was touching his leg and alluding to him shagging her daughter. It happened of course. Jon got hard and the tip of Dianne's finger made contact with it. Her eyes flashed and her face beamed a smile at him before she removed her hand and placed on the table. She looked passed him at her daughter and mouthed for Jon to see but not for Faye to hear, You lucky girl. Then, with a wink she turned her attention to her husband on the other side. Faye watched the maître d' intently. She knew he was connected with the book. It was his image, only much darker that had really been responsible for her sexual satisfaction. It was also his image that was responsible for her increased sexual appetite. Her bald pussy throbbed and moistened at his nearness. Could the book really take people from reality? Could it place it's avatar in this world? She had to find out. Adam was trying desperately to engage her in conversation and failing. He was shy and hesitant and his mind went blank at the best of times around women. Now, in the presence of his brother's fiancée, whom he had secretly had a massive crush on since he met her, and who was sexier than even. The way she looked, moved, smelled, it all collided on Adam's hormone ravaged brain and wiped it clean. Faye excused herself and made her way across the restaurant. "I have a feeling we've met." Her voice was clear and confident. She didn't want to appear to be sneaking around or doing anything clandestine. The maître d' turned with great poise and bowed slightly. "Madam, how may I be of assistance?" He took in her appearance. A smile danced across his lips and there was a spark of interest in his eyes. "I'm just trying to ascertain where we have met. Am I as familiar to you as you are to me?" "We have lived so many times, in so many lives. I assure you, we have all of us met before." This wasn't really helping. She'd hoped he would say something a little less vague. Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe he just couldn't say anything here. "I was thinking of something a little more recent. Thank you for your time, I can see you are a busy man." A party of four were waiting to be seated and the man nearest was eyeing Faye appreciatively until the woman next to him jabbed him with a sharp elbow. "Enjoy the rest of your evening Madam," the Maître d' turned his attention to the waiting quartet. The food was delicious and Faye found herself devouring her meal. Wine flowed, as did conversation. Jon noted it was a little more risqué than he would expect from Faye, but she shone with sensuality and was the centre of attention. Since the evening was planned to celebrate her birthday that seemed only fitting. On the drive home Jon had been volunteered into giving a lift to his two brothers. There was also a huge cake that had been bought at great expense and barely touched. Jon was determined that was coming home with them. The cake was placed in a box and carried out to the car. After some discussion it was decided it would be in the front passenger seat while the three adults sat in the back of the Volvo. "You two'll only sit on it or knock it onto the floor," said Jon to his brothers. Jon was the eldest by some years, Dan was eight years younger and Adam 10. He was used to bossing them around and expecting the worst from them both. Faye sat between to the two younger men and was amused to note both were as far away from her as they could be without actually opening the car doors. "So Dan," she said with a slight slur, "I haven't seen you in ages!" She elongated the word ages and acted drunker than she was as she slapped a hand on his thigh. "What you been up to? Got yourself a young lady yet?" "No, no. I . I'm single. I just split up with someone" "Oh you poor, baby." Her hand ran up and down his leg, supposedly soothing. "Do you miss her?" Then in a stage whisper "Do you miss the sex?" And she squeezed his thigh till her nails made their presence known. "No. Well yes. Yes. Er, sort of." "Which? Her or the sex? Do you miss kissing? Kissing is so nice. Some people don't realise how important kissing can be. Kiss a girl the right way and it could get you anywhere." Her face was right next to his and the words were so quiet, they were little less than a breath. Jon was aware his fiancée was speaking but she was too quiet and he had had a couple of glasses of wine himself so was focusing on his driving. Adam was watching his crush and could hear her words. His arousal was almost as complete as his envy. Thinking she must be really very drunk to act in such a way he placed his hand over her nearest buttock, raised from leaning towards his brother. She didn't look round and say anything but rather she pushed back and wriggled slightly against his hand. The car slowed and came to a stop. "OK guys you're home!" Jon turned on the interior light and the back seat occupants all sat up straight. But nobody moved. "Dan! Adam! You're home" Both back doors opened and the brothers reluctantly tumbled out. Standing on the pavement together the younger men watched their jammy bastard of a big brother pull away. Out of the back window Faye blew a kiss and waved. Back at their flat Faye's hunger was absolute. She practically pushed Jon through the doorway and slammed the door shut behind her with her foot. Trapping him against the wall she kissed him hard and ran her hands over his body till she settled on his hard cock. She mmmmed into his mouth as her tongue probed. He was responding too slowly so she took both his hands and made him cup her buttocks. He instinctively gripped and pulled her close. Her pussy was hard against his erection and she writhed up and down. Buttons flew and cloth was torn as he started to tear her top from her. Her skirt was next as she struggled with his belt and zipper. He poked out of his boxers as she pulled his shirt over his head. She wriggled out of her damp panties and it was his turn to push her against the wall. Her passion was contagious and he found himself overcome by lust. Faye caught a hold of his hard cock and positioned it at her pussy entrance. "Fuck me Jon, fuck me hard" He pushed and slid all the way inside her. They let out a low groan in unison. She felt so hot and tight and so very wet. But there was something else, a tingle, a thrill. The book had made her pussy more sensitive, it had made it hotter and tighter and now it shared slightly in the sensation it gave out when touched. Jon thrust into her hard; and again; and again. Ever harder, as passions built and climbed towards a mutual peak. Like rutting animals in a field they fucked for lust. Their voices grew loader though no words were spoken. Just guttural noises as Jon felt Faye squeeze and throb around him and she in turn felt him stiffen. Sweat poured off them both. As he pounded her against their own hallway wall the front door juddered in its frame. A picture threatened to come loose of its hook. Both were so close now, all that mattered was the approaching climax. Faye started to wail and her pussy clamped down. She bit into his shoulder and her nails pierced the skin of his back. He yelled in orgasmic pleasure and pain. They merged and swirled in his mind to trigger his own climax. Spurt after spurt of his cum fired into her womb. His body now entirely stiff, his jizz flowed into her. Panting they slowly came down. Their hearts were thumping in their chests. Slowly, slowly Jon pulled back his head and looked at his fiancée. "You are fucking outstanding!" They made their way to bed and Faye sucked him to erection and rode him to another shattering orgasm. This was not the Faye he had met. He didn't know why, but something inside her had changed. She would never suck his cock before, she would never instigate sex before. A small part of his mind was worried, this transformation was so sudden, so absolute. Perhaps her Grandad's death had hit her harder than he'd thought. But the restof him just could not resist. He was so utterly enthralled by her and her heightened sexuality he just couldn't say no. As Jon went off to sleep Faye put her hand on the book under her pillow. The familiar warm tingle ran up her arm. When she felt sure he out of it she took out the book. It was too dark to make out the markings. Out of curiosity she held the book to her face. It had a faint smell. Poking out the tip of her tongue she touched the cover. It seemed to give and her tongue entered it. Faye held it away to look but there was nothing different to see. Sticking out her tongue again she felt it again enter flesh, passed folds of skin into a warm tight and wet recess. She lapped and lapped as juices flowed into her mouth. She stroked her own pussy as she licked the pussy in her hand. Her mind was filled with images of naked dark skinned maidens, all caressing and squirming together, some were in a 69 position, some rubbing their pussies together. The air was filled with their smell, a stronger version of the book's smell and their calls and cries of passion. Her body was being kissed and stroked and caressed by countless such maidens. Long agile tongues snaked into her pussy, into her ass. Her sensitive nipples were being sucked and bitten. She was floating as every inch of her was attended by a maidens hand or mouth. Her climax came suddenly. Her body arched and her fingers and toes curled. It was every part of her body at once as sensory overload shot lightning to her very core. She made no sound, she couldn't. Her orgasm went on for minutes before it withdrew gradually leaving her physically exhausted and thoroughly sated. The next day was Sunday and neither of them stirred till mid-morning. Jon was first up. He spent some time taking in his sleeping lovers form. She was definitely bigger in the boob and curvier on the hips. He assumed this was natural and the genes she shared with her mother were kicking in belatedly. And he wasn't at all disappointed to see it. He wandered through to the kitchen and made coffee and toast for himself. He sat at the small table still festooned with old books and decided there was no room so plonked himself on the sofa and turned on the TV. Just then Faye came bustling in, "Why didn't you wake me, you know I'm meeting Sara for lunch today!" "Oh shit yeah, I'm supposed to be a golf course in an hour!" The mundane had been eclipsed by recent events and Jon had completely forgotten about their respective schedules for the day. Faye collected her latte from the barista and scanned the tables of the coffee shop. Her lunch date was already at a table but hadn't noticed Faye come in. Smiling she sauntered over and sat down without saying anything. The other woman was about tell her the seat was saved for someone, when she looked into Faye's face she hesitated. "You've done something. You look different. " Faye was at lunch with her best friend Sara. Faye didn't really do friends. She had co-worker. She had contacts and of course neighbours. Although she was never rude or dismissive of any of them she just didn't really connect. Sara was much the same. They had met on their first day at secondary school. There was an unspoken 'I don't really fit in either ' and they had been friends ever since. "I haven't done anything, but you're right, I am different. It's a long long story." Sara looked her friend over, scrutinising. "This is me you're talking to. You've had low lights or something. Your hair, you're wearing makeup..Oh my god have you had your boobs done?! It's more than that. Isn't how you look so much, it's oh I dunno, how you ARE, you're just different." Faye knew better than to tell even Sara about the book. There was so much of it in her now it was impossible to tell what were her own thoughts and what were the books instructions. Not that she cared. The book had brought her nothing but pleasure. Enhanced sensuous pleasure. She had a permanent background level of arousal and she could now reach heights of sexual enjoyment she had never known. She denied Sara's assertions with a shake of the head a a smile. "Must be a sixth year thing" Sara furrowed her brow, "Sixth what?" "Aren't our bodies supposed to change every sixth year or something? Maybe that's darkened my hair. Perhaps I'm filling out a little." "Oh right, so because you're 30 you're into your sixth period of six years and that's when you change into a complete bullshitter? I read about that too. I didn't believe it, until now that is" Faye laughed good naturedly. She gently reached across the table and held her friend's wrists. "Well, they say seeing is believing. But you're right. I do feel different." Then added quickly as if to quash any concerns her frowning friend might be having, "Good different! Really, really good actually." As she spoke her index fingers were tracing delicate lines across Sara's wrists. She held her friend's gaze steadily. Sara saw a mischievous gleam she hadn't noticed before, this was a more confident Faye than before. The gentle stroking of her wrist was nice. Sensations moved up Sara's arms warm and sensual. The intensity was building as a tingling in her breasts. Her nipples hardened and Faye was delighted to see she could arouse Sara. Sara looked mesmerised gazing into Fayes eyes. The tingling was turning into something more, an ache. A desire. Leaning across the table so their faces almost touched Faye whispered into Sara's ear. "Don't you just love the taste of pussy?" Her expression was one of lust. It was turning her on to speak to her oldest friend like this , to see her affect the married housewife and mother. And to hear her moan of illicit desire at the mention of tasting pussy. Faye hadn't planned this, she wondered if the book had. If it had orchestrated today's meet, manipulated Faye's behaviour. She didn't care, this was too much fun. The sexual tension between the two women was huge and Faye knew before the day was out Sara would be begging her to make her cum. A small hesitant voice, "I don't know." "Haven't you ever tasted yourself on a lover's cock. Licked your own juices of their hard meat after they'd been in your pussy? Tasted both your secretions mixed as he finishes in your hot waiting mouth?" Sara's eyes closed and she gave out another small moan, her head shock indicating she hadn't but was imagining the scene now. "Haven't you used your fingers or a toy for self pleasure and licked all your juices off at the end?" At that Sara visibly flushed. She didn't reply but her head hung slightly as if in shame. "You have haven't you! Don't be embarrassed, I'm not. I do it too. I love the taste. I often wonder if another woman would taste the same. Does it excite you to taste yourself?" Sara didn't respond for a second, Faye slightly raised the pressure of the wrist caresses. "It does doesn't it." This time Sara gave an almost imperceptible nod of the head. "And have you wondered what it would be like to taste another woman?" Sara raised her head and looked her friend in the eye again. Her breathing was shallow and rapid, her eyes heavy lidded. "I hadn't. Until now." "You know Jon will out for the next couple of hours, we could always continue this chat somewhere a LOT more comfortable" Sara couldn't understand why she was nodding. She had never fancied Faye, she didn't have a lesbian bone in her body. There was just something so sexual about her. It was as if she seeped arousal and it seeped into those around her. The women stood and left the coffee shop, their drinks untouched. Faye had got the bus, but Sara had driven in and parked in a multi-storey. As they entered an empty elevator Faye stood very close to Sara. She slipped a hand inside her friends coat and held her breast. She knew the nipples were already hard, she'd seen them stiffen in the coffee shop, but it was good to have it confirmed. "Kiss me Sara." Faye looked into her friends eyes and waited for her to make the move. After only a fraction of a seconds hesitation Faye watched her friend yield to something entirely new and foreign as she opened her mouth and slipped her tongue into Faye's mouth. The sense of power coursed through Faye and fed her arousal. This was going to be so good! Careful not to be seen they behaved perfectly normally until they got inside Faye's flat. Even then Faye took her friends coat and hung it next to hers. Sara took a place on the sofa and Faye sat side on facing her. "Where's you're phone?" Sara delved into her bag and retrieved it. "Text Martin. Tell him you're going to be late. Don't specify a time I don't know when I'll be finished with you." She said with a wink and a grin. Sara sent the text. She suggested he take the kids out for pizza later because Faye was really down about her Grandad and needed a shoulder to cry on. Faye took a hold of her friends wrists again and resumed the feather light stroking she'd done in the coffee shop. "I want you to come with me Sara. I mean literally and figuratively. I want you to come on a journey of discovery with me. I want us find new sensations and new desires together. I want you come willingly. Will you do that? I'm not asking you to leave your husband or family. I'm not looking to break up your home, or give up mine. I want you to give in to lust and let me bring you joy till you can take no more. Will you? Will you willingly give yourself to me?" Sara was trembling. This woman was affecting her in ways she hadn't know she could be affected. "Yes please. Please take me with you." Faye helped her friend to her feet and lead her into the bedroom. "Undress me Sara, I want you to unwrap me before you enjoy me. Be as hasty or deliberate as you like." Sara held up her trembling hands rubbing finger tips against thumbs looking her friend up and down. Faye took her hands and placed them to undo the first button of her top. Faye's hands held Sara's steady and she smiled kindly. "Take all the time you need my beautiful girl" The words shot thrills through Sara. It seemed a long time since anyone other than her daughter had called her beautiful. This is how it feels to desire and be desired, she thought to herself. Quickly she unbuttoned the top all the way down and pulled it from the skirt waistband. She held the two sides a part and looked on the naked torso before her. Faye had on a fairly plain black bra, but the swollen ripe breasts it supported, the flat stomach, and perfect skin were something to behold. She lingered for a while before she removed the top entirely. Faye could see her friend's hunger was rising, she turned 180 degrees in front of her. Book Lover Ch. 02 "The female form is so much more beautiful than the male, don't you think?" Sara ran her fingers her friends sides and across her stomach. Faye giggled like a small girl and shimmied left and right. Sara came to the zip of Faye's skirt and pulled it smoothly down, it fell to the floor and pooled about her feet. Faye stood in her underwear and shoes and pirouetted again. Sara saw the glorious round globes of her buttocks, the sensuous curve of her hips and long elegant well defined muscular legs. She was utterly in lust with Faye. She moved up close so as to reach behind and unclasp the bra. It fell away from her prefect ripe C cup breasts and slid down Faye's arms and off. Sara audibly gasped. She knelt before Faye and pulled down the matching plain black panties and gazed at the moist blossoming pussy before her eyes. She stared at it for wondering if you should taste it now. Faye put out her hands and helped her friend up. "My turn!" She turned Sara so she was facing away and reaching round she undid her friends blouse as if it were her own. Faye was slightly taller and able to look over her shoulder. She also cupped and squeezed Sara's breasts, tweaking her nipples through her clothes. She let out a deep groan of pleasure. Faye kissed Sara on the neck and licked and nibbled her ears as her hands moved down the trail of buttons. Pulling it suddenly and forcefully from the waistband Faye tugged the top down Sara's arms and off. Next the skirt cascaded to the floor in one easy movement. The bra was unclasped and Faye quickly turned Sara to face her. The woman kissed deeply and passionately. Their nipples were touching and the thrill for both was electric. Faye broke the kiss and pushed Sara backwards onto the bed, she landed sitting with her legs spread. Kneeling Faye hooked a finger in each side of the only article Sara still wore and pulled. Sara raised her hips to allow the now sodden panties be removed. Faye gazed into Sara's eye and slowly moved her face close to the neatly trimmed pussy. The tension building in Sara was tangible. She desperately wanted this to happen, but was almost equally as much nervous as horny. For her own part Faye was keen to see if her friend tasted as good as she looked and dived in. Sara's first orgasm started almost immediately. Considering the build-up it wasn't surprising, but the intensity of feeling knocked the wind out of her. She fell backwards, letting out a scream of joy. She spasmed repeatedly as shock after shock after thrill ravaged her body and mind. Her juices squirted into Faye's face and mouth. Copious fluids gushing out of her. Faye swallowed as much as she could fixing her mouth hard against the fountain of orgasmic secretions her friend produced. Seeing how highly charged her friend had become and the joy from drinking her pussy juice brought a series of small orgasms to Faye. This was almost as good as when the book fucks her. Gradually Sara recovered. Her breathing returned to something like normal and her face held the biggest broadest smile. She felt a contentment that had so far eluded her and knew nothing was better than this. She slowly opened her eyes and inclined her head towards the woman she felt she loved. They grinned at each other. "Why the fuck didn't we do this years ago?" cried Sara with a laugh. "I don't think either of us were ready." The wriggled till they were both central on the bed and held each other. Caressing, kissing keeping their lusts fed. "I still haven't tasted you." Said Sara, stroking the other woman's pussy and tracing lines around the large engorged clitoris "I was just about to ask what a girl had to do to get her pussy licked round here. Let's do it together". She pivoted and aligned herself on top for 69. Sara tentatively stuck out her tongue and licked along the length of Faye's opening to the proud clit. Faye growled with pleasure and Sara know then she liked how her friend tasted. The clit was practically small cock, Sara sucked on it like she was going to fellate Faye. The idea then entered Sara's head that if it were any bigger Faye could fuck her with it. From above Faye saw her friend's pussy seep a little extra moisture and knew she was getting off on what she was doing. Faye lapped up the liquid and went to work on the woman below. Faye was closer to orgasm but the debauched nature of what they were doing had Sara catching up quickly. Their faces mashed hard against the others parts, probing lapping, sucking. Fingers dug into buttocks as they were used to draw each other closer still. Sara loved the feel of Faye's arse in her hands. Firm and yielding. It wasn't just her cunt that was shaved; apart from that on her head, Faye didn't have a single body hair anywhere. Faye was reaching her crescendo first. Contractions in her tummy spread through her system. Fluttering in her womb intensified. Sara was coming close herself and as Faye leaked more liquids she inserted finger into her arse and sucked the clit like a cock. Faye's mind exploded. She left this reality and entered another where all that existed was orgasmic bliss. She came and came three, four, five, six times in a row. Sara was flooded with her friends juices and came too, imagining her friend fucking her with her clitoris and shooting cum inside her. Cries were muffled but cries there were as they reached their critical release. Normality returned at it's own unhurried pace . Faye rolled off Sara and laughed contentedly. Getting up on one elbow she looked across at her friend and grinned. Sara was looking passed Faye however at something in the room. Glancing over her shoulder Faye saw Jon standing in the doorway. "Out. Fucking. Standing!" Part 3 in the concept stage. Book Lover Ch. 03 Last part of book lover. I've tried to do it justice and bring it to a satisfying conclusion. Hope it gives you pleasure, that's what this is all about after all. Feel free to comment. ***** Faye recovered quickly from the surprise of being caught fucking her best friend by her future husband. Besides his expression wasn't exactly one of disapproval. This could get very interesting and she could use it to her advantage. Jon had just watched the best porn he'd ever seen, that his fiancée and her best friend were the stars made it hotter than he'd ever imagined. And the tent in his trousers was testament to this. "Hey Baby, sorry we had to start without you but we were just so very horny! You wouldn't believe how wet our cunts were!" Her voice was deliberately husky. Her movements were slow sensuous and deliberate. Her hands ran down her body, across her breasts where she stopped and squeezed. Her mouth made a perfect O and her eyes half closed. Her hands came over her stomach and down to her mons. Her hips writhed and she thrust herself against her fingers. "I'm still very very wet from Sara licking my pussy so well. Mmmm it was so good when she...well, you saw what she did didn't you Baby. I bet it was so hot watching us. Do you like to watch your future wife with someone else's head between her thighs? Does it make you hard seeing someone make me cum?" Jon's mind's eye was replaying what he'd seen with Faye's commentary. He nodded dumbly and a small groan escaped his lips. Sara had made to cover herself from Jon's eyes. She felt shame at being caught naked and cheating on her spouse. Listening to Faye's words, though still uncomfortable with Jon's presence, her arousal reared its head. It occurred to Sara that Jon was excited by what she'd done and this in turn excited her. Her body was flabby and pale, her breasts had been perkier before the girls had come along, but were still a good size and after her full lipped pouting mouth she considered them her best feature. Sara relaxed a little and when Faye moved up the bed she assumed she could use her as a shield. However Faye moved behind Sara spooned in close. Her arm went around her shoulder and cupped her full breast. Between small light kisses to Sara's exposed neck and shoulder Faye looked Jon in the eye and resumed her dialogue. "Sara's breasts feel so full and heavy in my hand. Look her long thick nipples harden and extend. They beg to sucked. They feel so so good in my mouth. You love having them sucked don't you Sweety? " Sara closed her eyes and nodded. Faye squeezed and pulled on the nipples. " You like them squeezed and nibbled don't you" "Uh-huh, yeah" Her eyes were still closed and her nodding turned into a gentle rocking. Faye stroked her friends tummy across her hip and over to her thigh. Jon watched his wife's finger tips do feather light dances over Sara's sensitive skin. On a reflex her goosebumped thighs parted and Jon could clearly her wet swollen outerlips glisten and blossom. Faye was smiling to herself, this was so easy. She could make them do anything! "Sara has a beautiful pussy doesn't she Jon." Jon's eyes flicked to his wife's face and back to the pussy. Sara felt a twinge of pleasure at being called beautiful again. Even more that it was her pussy that was the object of affection. "I can tell you it tastes as good as it looks." Sara's excitement was rising rapidly, she was moving her hips trying to find Faye's elusive fingers. "Would you like to taste her Jon? Would you like my fiancé to lick your pussy Sweety?" Both nodded. "Is that all you want? Just a taste?" Jon hesitated before muttering. "No." "I'm sorry Jon, we didn't hear you." Stronger this time, "No. No that's not all." "So tell me Jon, what would you like to do? What would you like to do to my oldest and dearest friend? What would you like to do to this woman who brazenly exposes her wet open pussy to you like a wanton slut?" On the word slut she slid two fingers deep inside. Sara moaned lustfully. Being called a wanton slut both hurt and excited her. Faye raised her eyebrows at Jon as if to say, See! "I wanna fuck her." "Oh dear oh dear." Faye kept her hand still while Sara humped her fingers. She put on a dim sounding flat voice, "'Wanna fuck 'er.' Can we have a little pizzazz please?" Jon looked confused and couldn't think what to say. Faye moved her face close to her friend's ear. As she spoke she stroked her clitoris. "Hear that darling? My betrothed wants to fuck you. That's rather naughty isn't it. Would you like that? Would you let the man who asked me to marry him slide his big hard throbbing cock into your eager wet willing pussy?" Sara let out a throaty groan. And nodded. Looking up at her future husband Faye grinned. "I think it's time you joined us Baby." Jon shed his clothes as quickly as he could. Faye patted the bed next to Sara and Jon took up the position with Faye now kneeling between them. She stroked her fiancé's aching erection with one hand while slowly caressing Sara's clit with finger tips of the other hand. She took her hand from his cock for a second to guide his hand to Sara's tit. He squeezed eagerly and she resumed her stroking. "Sara, my future husband would like to put this hard cock inside you. Would you like to feel how very hard he is just at the thought of entering your hot wet pussy?" Sara's eyes were fixed on Faye's hand pumping Jon's cock. Her breathing was shallow and laboured, her eyes desperate and needy. "Would you like my significant other to slip inside where only your husband has been and thrust into you till he unloads his cum deep inside?" "Oh god yeah. Want that so much" "Did you hear that Jonny?" Somewhere in his subconscious alarm bells rang. She rarely called him Jonny, only when she was mocking him did she call him Jonny. But he was turned on and his lust filled brain brushed it aside. "My best friend, this devoted wife and mother wants to commit adultery with you. She wants to feel you shoot your cum deep inside her womb. Would you like that?" Faye finally knew what she was, what the book had made her. She could pass on arousal with a touch. She could excite and entice with a word. She was a seductress, temptress. Corruptor. The power thrill she felt when she bent people to her whim fed her lust, heightened her pleasure. Twisting and seducing the innocent were her function. Adam had been too keen. She would fuck him because he was the youngest brother of her fiancé. But Jon would have to watch and they weren't there quite yet. Not quite. Dan on the other hand, Dan was reluctant. Dan had a modicum of decency. That was fun to corrupt. And now these two she had kept them at a level of arousal where she had reminded them constantly of their vows to others and still they succumbed. Her pussy was on fire she just had to take them one step further, she just had to make them relinquish what they held dear and their perversion would be complete. Faye looked down at the cock in her hand. It was wet with pre-cum and she licked her lips. She desperately wanted to pop it into her mouth, but there were more important things she needed first. Her power over the other two was driving her libido insane. She had them literally in the palm of her hands. It was time. "Come lover boy, a lady needs lovin'" Jon positioned himself on top of Sara and Faye aligned his cock at her pussy entrance. She kept a hold just behind the flared head, to maintain control. She moved the tip back and forth along the parted wet folds. Speaking to Jon first she whispered in his ear. "You so want to fuck my friend don't you Jonny. Just to feel her hot wet velvet tunnel envelope you. You'd like that wouldn't you." Jon tried pushing in. He grunted agreement. "Well here's the deal. You can. You can fuck my friend, you can shoot your cum all over her pussy walls. Oh imagine that Jon. Imagine emptying your balls inside her. But then I get to fuck your friends. Are you prepared for that? Would you be prepared to see your friend or, oh I dunno, your brother fuck me?" Jon's brain was a fog of lust and he nodded and grunted agreement. Men! They are so easy. Sara was meowing with desire. The first inch or so of cock was just beyond her outer lips. "Oh Sara, you so want my fiancé's hard cock inside you. I think you'd do just about anything to get him right the way in. To feel his hard throbbing meat filling you, stretching you. Spraying your womb with his seed." "God yes! Yes I want it so bad." "Fair's fair Sara, if my future husband can fuck you, surely I should be able to fuck Martin." Sara froze for a second. Her eyes opened wide looking straight ahead. "No! Not Martin, he's good and kind and innocent. He isn't part of this." "Oh. Ok. Well if you don't want my Jon's throbbing hardness to slip inside your wet married slutty pussy I guess we just.. " "Wait!" "You'll let me have Martin?" "..." "You'll stand by as I seduce your good kind husband. You'll willing let that happen just for the sake of a fuck? You would give me the man you love for lust?" Far from deterring her Faye's words fanned the fire of Sara's passion. It was so bad, it was so depraved she was shaking with desire. "YES! Yes I agree. Just please let Jon fuck me now! Faye removed her hand and Jon pushed himself all the way in in one thrust. Sara's legs came up and round pulling him in. Holding him in. Sara humped back desperately wanting all of him inside her. Faye played with her clitoris and stuck a couple of fingers inside herself. She watched the rutting pair as she contemplated who she would have next. Sara's reticence really made Martin the favourite. She planned her next move and brought herself to a crashing orgasm moments before Jon let out strangled gurgle and pumped Sara fuller than she knew was possible. Sara thrashed her head from side, her eyes rolling back in her head. She her mouth opened wide and she silently screamed into space as her body juddered then stopped. A little while later Sara was dressed and ready to leave. She had difficulty keeping eye contact with Faye. Finally as she was going Sara stepped back in from the doorway. Looking down at the carpet she blurted out, "Martin. He's a good man." "Sara, I'm not going to hurt him. You're a good woman. A sexy beautiful woman. I haven't hurt you. So you're a little naughtier than you were when you got up today. It's been fun hasn't It? And you'll be back for more won't you?" Repeat performances hadn't occurred to her and she had to admit the prospect of more caused the most pleasant fluttering. "Should I send him over?" "God no! No I want it to be surprise." Faye winked as Sara left the flat and made her way home. Faye felt a warm sexy glow. Sara was willing to send her husband over to be seduced. Now that was obedience! Jon had also been quiet since the gravity of his actions and what he'd agreed to in return had sunk in. He'd given Faye free rein to sleep with whoever she wished, even his family. He sulked about this for a while trying to think which of his friends she'd fuck first. Oh Christ, not Eddy! He took his sulk off to the bathroom from which he announced he was taking a bath. Faye knew that meant a good hour of soaking, time for her to entertain herself. As soon as she heard the water stop running and Jon climb in to his bath she went to her bedroom and picked up her book. Immediately she began to run the spine between her parted outer lips and over her swollen clitoris. It sent the most delicious shock waves through her pussy and she found herself on the rose petal covered bed. Above her the dark skinned older man with silver streaked beard was rubbing his large hard penis over her clit. "Oooooooooh yes. You. You from the restaurant, you feel so good." "I am just a book, I know no restaurant. I am only as good as you imagine me to be." He slips an inch, two inches inside her. "Aaàhh, oh fuck. I saw you. You were the...Ooh yes! You were the waiter or something. You worked..Oh my god!" "My features are the features you gave me, I cannot leave this realm as I am. If you transfer another's face to mine you must ask yourself why." "I don't care. Your cock feels so good inside me. The tingles! The tingles drive me insane. Oh Jesus, oh God. Oh fuck you wonderful sexy creature" Her hands pulled his firm buttocks till there was no more of him to enter her. Her spasm started in her tummy lightly enough but when he took a nipple between his lips tiny shocks added to the effect. As he began the sawing in and out the spasm intensified. More and more it built. Faye opened her legs as far as they would go. She began to laugh as the book fucked her to pure sensual bliss. It was just incredible how her body responded. Her pussy was squeezing and gripping the hot hard meat as it pushed her closer and closer to the edge. "Cum! Cum in me. Make me like you. Let your essence merge with mine. I need it. Aaahhhh!" He was holding her hips as he kept himself deep inside. His cum shot into her time and again. Passed her cervix into her womb. Over and over he roared his passion. His cum coursed through her into her. She yielded utterly. "Take me. Make me what you will. I am yours." ***** Martin wasn't a vain man. He knew he was nothing special to look at. He had that flabby and skinny physique of those that don't enjoy exercise; his shoulders were marginally narrower than his waste band and he was below average height. He could not be said to cast an impressive shadow. When he entered his teens he had found that nice girls liked him. He was safe and funny and actually a really good listener, those that gave him a chance found him to be excellent company and it was rare indeed he didn't get a second date. That he ever got a first date was a constant source of bemused delight to him. He never set out to snare anyone, he just didn't assume they were interested. And so Martin grew to know his place, find a nice conservative girl and settle down. He knew he didn't stand a chance with the more sexually active girls, not that it really mattered because deep down they terrified him. When he was 18 at a friends party he had got a little drunk and ended up chatting with the visiting cousin of a friend of a friend. He was sitting in an easy chair and she was perched on the over stuffed arm. She allowed herself to slip on to his lap accidentally, her long legs draped over the chair arm. He tried desperately to continue talking casually but her bottom against his lap was causing his to become erect. With her sitting on him he couldn't escape without pushing her off . When she realised the effect she was having she decided to have some fun and wriggled against him. Panic began to set in, any available blood that wasn't rushing to his cock rushed to his head. Rational thought was flushed out and his ears rang. The girl said something through a smile but the details didn't register. He attempted to smile back and she pulled his head towards her and kissed him. Her tongue prodded and poked till he almost absent mindedly allowed it to slither into his mouth. The ringing in his ears increased as did the pressure in his jeans. She took his hand and placed it over a generous breast. Martin squeezed it without thinking and she pressed her mouth passionately against his. He became light-headed and found he was thrusting up against her. There was giggling from around the room but he was in no state to notice, as far as Martin was concerned there was just himself and the girl in the whole world. The girl wasn't as far gone as Martin. In a couple of days she'd be home and 150 miles away. But she decided her reputation here still mattered, who knows when she might be back. Having a guy dry humping her in front of these people...it had to stop. She disengaged her mouth from his and his hand from her breast. Suddenly quite embarrassed she climbed off his lap only to discover.. "Jesus Christ! Have you wet yourself?" Martin's jeans had a big dark patch in his crotch. Sniggers and giggles turned to guffaws and scorn. Martin had cum in his pants, it had all been too much. Twenty years later that night still haunted him. He was better with nice girls, non sexual girls. And so it was that he managed to lose his virginity on his wedding night to Sara. He told himself and her that he saved himself. That he had decided to abstain until in a relationship blessed by God and the sanctity of marriage. Faye knew Martin was a timid mouse and so she dressed down accordingly. The more she thought about seducing, corrupting this good family man the more excited she got. She knew the book not only approved, it wanted to be involved. This excited Faye, she yearned to know what the book had in mind. It had brought her sexual delight. Dark delicious delight. She couldn't wait to get started on seducing Martin but knew she must bide her time. "Hello stranger!" Martin was rummaging through the offerings on display at a bi-monthly flea market. He had a passion for old toy cars and had found some bargains here in the past. He disliked organised toy fairs, the stall holders were professionals looking to turn a profit, at the flea market it was either people clearing out their lofts or charities with the contents of other people's lofts. Martin turned from the tressel table of tat and looked down at the pretty dark haired woman who beamed up at him. Her innocent bright blue eyes shone with friendly intent and he found himself smiling back. Her cardigan was done up to the neck but tight and the curve of her breasts was apparent without being obvious. The wraparound skirt was a modest mid calf length but if the light was just right her shapely legs were visible silhouettes. She didn't look to be wearing makeup but she had just enough to subtly enhance the blue of her eyes and red of her lips. She was going for innocent natural beauty and pulled it off impeccably. "Sorry Miss, you must be confusing me with someone else." "Martin, it's me Faye, Sara's friend!" "Good heavens! You look so different!" Martin half recalled a conversation with Sara that she had changed after her grandparent had passed away. Sara had been vague and distant, so Martin had assumed it was part of some small breakdown or something. He horrified himself for being so insensitive as to draw attention to her changes. Martin took one of her small immaculately manicured hands, her nails a tasteful clear varnish, between both of his. It was warm and soft and something else, something exciting. He held it tight. "We were so sorry to hear of your loss. Sara and I are here in any capacity you need. How are you feeling?" Again, inwardly, he flinched, praying that he wasn't asking the wrong questions. "Yeah, yeah I'm ok. Was a shock and going through Grandad's book collection has raised a lot of memories. Good memories mostly but, you know, still make me sad. I miss him but he'll always be right here." She touched her chest. Martin's eyes lingered after Faye's hand had gone. The fastened garment was plain baby blue and quite chased but the full firm breast beneath invited closer examination. Martin allowed his gaze to travel down her frame. Her stomach was flat, her waist tiny, and her hips were flared and womanly. Martin caught up with himself and hurriedly returned his gaze to her face. There was no trace in Faye's expression that she had noticed his roving eye but of course she had. "So why are you wasting your Saturday morning in musty old flea markets?" "I found an old book amongst Grandad's things, it has quite fascinated me and I've been going round seeing if anyone has anything similar. I know nothing about it but if I come across anything similar I'm hoping to ask the seller. What about you, the girls let you off the leash today?" Book Lover Ch. 03 Martin realised he was still hold her hand in his. He thought he should probably let go before he started to freak her out and realised he really didn't want to. "Yeah, Sara has teamed up with the mother one of the girls friends and they've all gone to a theme park for the day. So it was this or go along and spend the day queuing up." "Jon has gone to watch Palace play away. Villa I think. I'm having to keep myself entertained too. Do you want to keep a girl company?" Martin found that he did, very much. What had started out as a nothing day was getting better all the time. The prospect of spending a few hours with this lovely vibrant open and honest young woman was very appealing and Sara would be really pleased he had spent the time with her best friend. "I can think nothing I'd rather do!" "Do you like old books? Want to see a really interesting one?" Martin followed Faye into her flat. He'd found his mind wandered more and more. This sweet girl could be a real siren if she let herself. She really suited the darker hair and skin, made her exotic and interesting. He couldn't image that she had dyed her hair the previous light brown and let it grow out. Did anyone dye hair light brown? Possibly. But hair was so long. So long and sleek and shiny. It would take an age to grow out entirely. So this colour was out of a bottle. The skin tone was more puzzling. He'd tried not to stare but looking into her lovely open, honest face, he'd been reluctant to look away. Not just the tone, the complexion was perfect. Flawless. He'd never seen anyone go that shade from a sunbed, but he had to admit he hadn't made a study of sunbed skin tones, so that had to be the reason. As he walked behind her he took in her walk. The fluid sway of the hips. He hadn't noticed earlier but her skirt looked tight across her sexy arse and her movement was highly sensual. He slapped himself mentally. "You're married to her best friend, what is wrong with you? She trusts you and invited you into her home. She thinks you're a nice safe person to kill some time with, don't be a dick " Faye took his jacket and showed him through to the living room. He sat on the sofa while Faye went to make tea. As he sat he realised he was erect. The tent in the front of his trousers was very obvious. He tried to make it go down, imagining maggots and decay but he couldn't hold the thought. His mind returned to Faye's eyes, the fullness of her lips, the sway of her hips the feel of her hand in his. Slap! "Sara! My beautiful wife Sara. Our lovely daughters. My fabulous home and family." She came back in carrying the tea things on a tray, set them down on an occasional table. "Shall I be mother?" She gave her brilliant smile. "Good plan, I'd be a terrible mother. Just haven't got the t, t, t." He held up his hands as if to support his own breasts but then seemed to think better of it. "The temperament for it. " He flushed read with embarrassment at his crude comment. Faye's eyes went wide and she giggled back at him. She placed a hand on top of his. "You are so naughty, you'll be leading me astray if I'm not careful!" His body responded to her touch and his mind played a scenario where he is taking her from behind as she gasps out his name. Faye poured out the tea and passed him his cup. She sat beside him on the sofa and they chatted like old friends. She made to touch him numerous times, each time ensuring in was flesh on flesh. She was at an angle so to face him better and her leg was constantly in contact with his. Martin finished his tea and excused himself to empty his bladder. He took the time to admonish himself some more. She was a nice girl, a friend of his wife. And why would she be interested in him? When he returned to the living room Faye had removed her cardigan. Why wouldn't she? In the warmth of her own home it was unnecessary. Her vest top did nothing to ease Martin's discomfort. Even though there was a tell tale strip of strap partially visible he swore he could see the outline of a nipple against the thin cloth. He couldn't help imagining what sort of flimsy material must be encasing those glorious globes. His mouth went dry. She smiled up at him patting the sofa beside her. "Here, let me show you something. Now before I hand it to you it does feel a bit strange at first. Give it a moment to get used to." She shuffled closer and held up the book before passing it to him. As his fingers closed around it he felt he was holding a living thing. His first reaction was to open it, to flick through the pages and make sure it was just a book. The warm flesh texture and the pleasant tingle in the fingers puzzled him but he liked it and kept a hold. As he flicked through the pages his eyes ran over the text. "Isn't the font beautiful? I love the swirls and curves, it's like delicate art. I have no idea what any of it says of course but I find it so suggestive, don't you?" The tingles increased in intensity as they seemed to congregate in the core of his being before radiating out. Pulses throbbed through his cock. The closeness of Faye, her body pressed up against his so they could examine it together. The twisting twirling text that seemed to writhe and undulate. His mind saw naked bodies entwined, rubbing together gyrating. Sounds of sexual release filled his ears. Groans and gasps and sighs of bliss. Martin was entranced by the deluge of erotic stimuli. Faye releases his hardness from the confines his trousers. It stood straight up, as hard as he had ever known. "Now let show you something amazing." He was entirely unable to resist as she placed his cock between the pages of the book and closed it. The warm tingle surged through and the book appeared to wrap around him forming a smooth hot moist passage. Martin's eyes rolled into the back of his head and the room around him dissolved. Martin was sitting in comfortable arm chair and draped across him was the girl from the party all those years ago. She wriggled and pressed her arse against his crotch smiling at him seductively. Her form began to change as clothes melted away until she was writhing against his naked crotch.The lower half of her body transformed into that of a snake. She slithered up his naked torso her tongue flicked and licked her way up till they were face to face. The mid section of her tail coiled around his erection, gripping flexing sliding up and down. Martin groaned loudly his hands went her sides. His hips thrust involuntarily. She positioned a thick nippled breast in front of his mouth and he latched on, sucking and gently chewing. It leaked into his waiting mouth and he hungrily swallowed her milk as it flowed into him. It swirled through his system reaching everywhere. The tip of her tail poked and nudged his anus. Delicious thrills radiated out and only enhanced when she penetrated him. Slowly milking his cock, fucking his arse she sought and found his prostate. More and more of her milk entered him as he greedily went from breast to breast possessed of a passion he couldn't control. He was close now, so very close and the snake woman sank her fangs into his neck. As her venom coursed through his veins he wailed in pleasure and pain. Mingling with the milk and they in turn merged with his essence, his psyche. Heightened senses just intensified his feelings and his cum erupted from him. He watched as a cock twice his normal size spewed ribbon after ribbon of thick white ejaculate up his body hitting him in the face. His orgasm continued to shock his system several more times before it subsided. When it did he became aware of others around him various couples in various sexual poses. Most of them were looking at him laughing. He'd done it again, he'd cum before the main event. His eyes fell on one of the women. Sara was on all fours being pounded from behind. Her eyes were glazed and her mouth hung open. Each thrust from behind elicited a grunt from her throat. The grunts got louder and closer together as the speed and ferocity of the fucking increased until it turned into a low drawn out growl of lust. "Yes! Yes fuck my pussy, fuck it so good. Yes! That's it right there. Oh god yes make me your whore!" The man held himself rigid inside her and both their groans told Martin the man was emptying his cum into his wife's pussy. His good wife. The original and best good girl. Was a slut. His mind was tainted by the books essence and a thought planted germinated and took root. They were all sluts, they just didn't know it yet. The room around him faded and melted away, he's back on the sofa beside the sweet innocent Faye and is fully dressed though rampantly hard. She has a worried expression and like someone coming round from a faint he hears her voice increase in volume. "Martin! Martin! Are you alright?" She is shaking him by the shoulder and the movement makes her breast jiggle invitingly. He stares down at them with a leer. There is a fundamental change in his character. Faye recognises the effect of the book and decides to play along. Her pussy, already wet, flutters in anticipation, if she plays this right he will be the one taking her. What better corruption was there? "Martin? Are you OK? You zoned out for a minute and I was quite worried. Don't know what Sara would say if she found you unconscious in my flat! Probably thing I'd drugged you or something!" She was laughing playfully and her eyes shone with mirth. Martin continued to leer at her breasts, slowly his eyes travelled up her face, lingering over her luscious lips till he is looking her lustily in the eyes. Faye keeps up her pretence and returns an innocent friendly slightly concerned expression. "Oh you don't have to drug me little one. Just say the word and you could have me" "Martin! You are so naughty, whatever has gotten into you?" "Never mind me, I'm more interested in getting into you" He is leaning forward pushing her back and laying her flat. "Martin!! You are married to my best friend and I am betrothed to be married. Even if I did find you attractive this would be wrong. Very very wrong!" His hand cupped a firm ripe breast and squeezed. She gasped and clamped her eyes shut. Roughly he mauled her and she let out a small moan. Martin tried to remove her vest top but it was awkward as they lay down and he tore it from her exposing her light floral bra and the breasts within. She looked up with bright scared and excited eyes. "Martin! We shouldn't" Her voice was a whisper as if you didn't really want to say it but thought that she ought. He scooped her tits out of their cups. They rose and fell rapidly with her breathing. Her hands were against his chest pushing him away but without any strength or conviction. His lips locked on a nipple, she gurgles his name. He found his way inside the folds of her wraparound skirt and made contact with flesh. Soft warm yielding hairless flesh. Just to touch and caress her leg was an erotic experience, in his current state it urged him on. Sliding up her outer thigh he came to the waistband of her panties. He slipped a finger underneath the material and followed it towards her inner thigh. He has lifted off her to allow himself access. Her legs parted and a moan was just audible. "Do you mean to rape me Martin? Are you going to force yourself on me and go back to your wife like nothing happened." Faye wanted to know how much of the old Martin, the nice Martin was still in there. A pause in the movement of the hand told her he was still there but his influence was brief and limited. His fingers found his target. It was wet and smooth and he swore it sucked his finger into her. Even had the book not been dictating his actions the feel of her soft skin, the thrill of contact would have driven him on. "Oooooh Martin. Martin you are so bad leading me astray. How will you face your wife after this?" At the mention of Sara, Martin recalled the image of her being fucked by the laughing man. It excited and angered and humiliated him. "I'm not going to rape you Faye. I'm going fuck you. I'm going to fuck you a lot. You arouse a passion I can't control, or I don't want to control. I don't care what happens after I just need this now. I must have you, I must submit to my desires. You want this as much as I do, don't you slut?" Faye didn't reply but pushed herself down taking in more of his finger. Her head went back and she let out a long contented sigh. Both hands went to his fly, undoing his trousers and lowering them and his underwear down his legs. He tore her skirt out of the way and ripped her panties from her, their naked genitals touched for the first time and Martin moaned. He see-sawed over her wet entrance, bumping her engorged clitoris. She humped back against him as electric thrills went off in her groin. "Line it up slut. Take me in your hand and line it up." She grasped his hard on and pointed it to her tunnel. "Now slut, what do you say?" There was a wickedness, a cruelty almost, in his eyes. He had been hurt and humiliated in the past and the wound still stung. "Please. Please fuck me. Please...aaaaaahhhhhhh" He slid himself into her. She felt better than he knew a pussy could feel. So snug, so wet and the tingles her pussy gave him were like nothing he had experienced. For his own part the book in him was returning the sensations to her pussy. It was already moulded and changed by the book to be more sensitive so the heightened sensations drove her wild. Her legs curled around pulling him deeper in as deep as he could go. She pulsed and throbbed around him, squeezing and rippling over his meat. He lunged into her over and over, brutal, carnal; their bodies slapped wetly together. Grunting in time to their mutual thrusts they got louder until Martin started to orgasm inside her. His firm strong jets hit her pussy walls and triggered her own mind numbing eruption. Both thrashed and writhed and screamed themselves hoarse for moments at a time. They were hugging each other tight when they finally returned from orbit, arms clasped around the other. They looked into each other eyes and kissed. They lay there holding each other till he softened and slipped out. She expected a flood of cum to rush out but it was as though it had been absorbed through her pussy walls. He stood and they went through to the bedroom hand in hand. For the rest of the day they explored each other with their fingers, and tongues. Five times more they ended up with him shooting inside her. No matter how they started there was always an imperative for them to finish with him in her pussy. They both sensed it and acquiesced. When Sara finally phoned Martin the lovers were lazily stroking and caressing. Martin explained he would be a while yet and not to wait up, but he would be home. Sara didn't ask for an explanation, she didn't need one, she knew where he would be. Jon eventually rolled in after midnight, he'd been in no hurry to get home, he had good idea of what he'd find, so he wasn't surprised to hear Faye wailing Martin's name as he opened the flat door. At first he didn't want to see anything first hand but then he thought how it would seem if he was found to have been in the flat while they fucked and just lurked. During a quiet period he popped his head round the door to let them know he was there. To his great surprise Faye invited him in. While she chatted with him about his day he couldn't help but notice she was masturbating Martin under the covers. Martin began massaging one of her breasts. Jon realised that there wasn't as big a contrast in skin tones as he had thought. Either Martin was likewise getting darker, of Faye was retuning to her original colour. "You like to watch don't you Jon." The same question when it was her with a man had a whole different feel. There was no denying, they made for a very sexy couple. Both exuded sexual charisma. "Don't be ashamed Jon and don't be jealous. Ours is not a jealous love, you will not be left out" "Ours? Love? Faye, you're engaged to me. Martin is married to Sara." There was anger in Jon's voice. Anger and hurt. "We're here to rock beds not boats." Martin sounded so smug, Jon hated him for it. Faye gave Martin a look that told him to leave this to her. "Yes and those things will stay. Martin will stay with Sara unless she decides to leave, I will marry you unless you call it off. But Martin and I are alike now. We share a bond and can satisfy each other like no one can. Let me show you." She pushed back the covers and exposed Martin's erection. Her hand slid over it using his pre-cum as lubricant. Jon watched mesmerised. "Take it out Jon, I love to see you excited." Jon faltered, he was not at all comfortable with this. Faye nodded encouragingly and he put his hand inside and gripped himself, inside his boxers. Faye raised herself and straddled Martin while facing Jon. She lowered herself down easily onto him. All three let out a groan as she slid down his length. Faye gave her future husband a a half lidded look through her fringe. She looked so damn sexy, her mouth curled in a sensuous smile. "Oh Jon he feels so good. His cock belongs in me. You can see that can't you. Show me your hard cock, show me you approve. Show me Jon, I know you're hard watching another man fuck me. It's so hot, show me." Hearing her talk this way as much as watching her fuck turn Jon on more that he liked. He was aching to cum and barely touching his cock. Faye didn't want to remind Jon he had agreed to this when he fucked her best friend and as much as she had manipulated the circumstances to allow her to seduce Martin it still stood that he had fucked her friend in full knowledge that this would be the price. She wanted him to submit to the situation, to admit he was turned on watching her. She wanted to take that part of his soul that could assert it self. She wanted him compliant and when he took out his cock and started to wank in time to her moving up and down on Martin she knew she had him. "Come with me Jon, come with me. Don't you just want to be swept along? Don't think, just do want feels good. Submit to pleasure, give in to lust." She rode Martin faster and faster. Jon pumped in time. His breathing was laboured. His eyes fixed on the cock entering her. "He's going to cum in me Jon, his thick sticky cum is going to fill my pussy. And then I will cum when he does. I want to see you cum Jon. Cum with me Jon. Give in." Her voice trailed off and her head flopped from side to side. Her tits bounced and sweat ran between them. Martin thrust up and went rigid, his teeth clenched and he hissed a grunt. Faye began trembling and let out a deep guttural sound. Jon watched his fiancée orgasm with another man and pumped and pumped his jizz into the air. It was his turn to judder as he emptied his sack in a most incredible orgasm leaving him spent and satisfied. Over the following days and weeks Faye and Martin fucked and sucked at every chance. Jon and Sara were spectators and got to play together while their partners flaunted their sexuality, teasing and taunting them. Soon Jon and Sara were fucking as often as Faye and Martin as they no longer even tried to control their lusts which were growing daily. Faye noticed that she skipped a period. This shouldn't have happened because she was taking the pill. Going through her bathroom cabinet she found she hadn't taken one since she started fucking Martin. That couldn't right, she took it every evening right after her meal. Didn't she? She couldn't remember. A cold chill ran through her as it occurred to her the book had played her. She wouldn't willingly stop her contraceptive, so the book is the only answer. She searched her mind for traces of the book but found none, it was gone. She was still changed, she was still the creature it had made her and so was Martin. The life that was growing inside her was from herself and the book and Martin and the book. There was more book than there was human growing inside. At this point she recalled what the silver bearded avatar had said to her, "I cannot leave this realm as I am." The book had found a way. It was being made flesh and when it was unleashed up up on the world..."Oh fuck yeah!" Faye felt her pussy quiver at the possibilities.