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Chapter 5
Jack and Bart together managed to get Alan into the front seat of Jack's car. The groggy orthodontist slumped back against the door and began to snore once again. Bart climbed into the small backseat. Joyce started to follow. The pot and the booze fatally altered Joyce's ability to maneuver. She hung one shoe on the car's door and clumsily fell into the car. Bart tried to break her fall and, in doing so, landed his hand on one of Joyce's full breasts. Before he could react, Joyce had sprawled across Bart's lap pinning his hand in place against her boob.
"Oops," Joyce giggled.
She awkwardly pulled herself up from Bart's lap but, instead of moving away, she rested her hand on his thigh and leaned against him. A look of surprise came over Bart's face. The two sat staring at each other as Jack eased the car out of the driveway.
At the end of the block, Jack glanced in the rear view mirror. To his shock, Bart and Joyce were locked in a passionate kiss in the back seat. He quickly looked over at Joyce's husband. Alan, mouth open, slumped in his seat fast asleep.
After Joyce's fall against Bart, a battle between Joyce the good wife and Joyce the horny slut raged within her. She knew she was Alan's faithful wife, but deep inside her, she wanted to experience first-hand a cock like Bart's. Her hand, as if it had a mind of its own, dropped to Bart's thigh and yearned to move higher.
One look at Joyce's wanton facial expression convinced Bart that Joyce would not mind further exploration of her body. Instead of moving his hand from her breast, he kept it in place waiting for her to fend off his offending advance. Instead, Joyce rubbed her breast into Bart's hand and then slid her fingers up his leg. There, for the first time in her life, she found and fondled a cock other than Alan's. The effect on Bart was almost instantaneous. He pulled Joyce to his waiting lips and plunged his tongue inside her mouth.
When Joyce felt Bart's other hand move up her leg, she suddenly had second thoughts.
Alan is in the front seat, she reasoned. I could never explain if he woke up and found me in the back seat holding another man's cock.
Joyce withdrew her hand from Bart's crotch as if she had touched a hot iron and looked up to see if Alan had seen her advances. Instead, she saw Jack staring at her in the rearview mirror. She started to push Bart away when all of a sudden she felt Bart's hand inch its way under her skirt. Almost automatically, she relaxed her legs and his hand found her moist pussy. Without hesitation, Bart eased a fingertip inside the dripping orifice. The sensation caused Joyce to freeze. If she ever wanted to stop this, it had to be now. Try as she might, she could not bring herself to fend off Bart's advances. She looked straight into Jack's reflected eyes knowing that he could see the horrible things that she was doing. Still she couldn't stop. She watched as Jack's eyes turned from wonder to lust. He stared right through her. A scream stuck in her throat. Just then, Bart tweaked her inflamed clitoris and that was it. She desperately had to have more and she wanted it immediately.
While Bart's fingers danced across Joyce vaginal lips, the car jolted to an abrupt halt. They had arrived at the Jones' house. Bart pulled himself from Joyce, gave her a broad smile and a quick peck on the lips, and he stepped out of the car. Jack exited also and met Bart at the passenger side door.
"Looks like you had your hands full back there, ole buddy," whispered Jack.
"You would not believe how hot to go she is," replied Bart. "She'll fuck us both if we want. Let's get Dr. Jones inside."
"Help me get him out of the car, then I'll take care of Alan. You see if Joyce has come to her senses," instructed Jack. "If not, I'll flip you for her."
"I call tails," said Bart with a laugh, "or should that be tail?"
Bart and Jack dragged Alan out of the car. The cool night air revived Alan slightly. Much to everyone's surprise, he began to sing again and shoved Bart and Jack away. Alan took a few tentative steps by himself, suddenly doubled over, and vomited in the flowerbed.
"Owwww, man," retched Jack.
Jack waited for the heaving to stop and then helped Alan into his house. Joyce still sat trembling in the backseat of the car. Bart opened her door and gallantly bowed.
"Your chariot has arrived, my lady," he said. "Allow me to escort you inside."
Joyce laughed and tried to gracefully extricate herself from the car. In doing so, her skirt road up high on her legs. Modestly, she pulled her legs together and lifted them over the car door's threshold. Bart glanced up just in time to see the soft cloth of her skirt fall away from the backs of her legs revealing her naked, hair-covered pussy lips. The porch light seemed to act like a spotlight illuminating every detail. At that moment, all of Bart's inhibitions disappeared. His big head ceased to warn him that this might be wrong, and his small head, that of his cock, urged him to go for it all. Bart helped Joyce to a standing position and they walked, arm in arm, into the house.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Bart and Joyce embraced in a frenzy of raw passion. Each tore at the other's clothes. Both were oblivious to the fact that Jack had only gotten Alan as far as a large, high-backed chair on the other side of the living room. Jack watched in shocked silence as the two illicit lovers frantically undressed each other. By the time Joyce's shapely breasts came into full view, Jack's cock was rock hard and ready for action.
Joyce had only one target in mind, Bart's massive member. Visions of the blue-eyed man in the magazine rushed through her imagination.
I wonder if Bart's cock is shaved like those in the calendar photos, she mused.
She shoved Bart against the living room couch and attacked his belt buckle and zipper. In short order, she pulled Bart's pants and underwear over his hips and suddenly Bart's giant cock stood before her in all its beautiful glory. It was just like those in the calendar photos.
Joyce drew close to the cock, studying every wrinkle and vein. It curved curiously to the left even though it was fully erect. She grasped the shaft and felt its hard softness. Bart's eyes rolled back in his head while he savored the ecstasy of the moment. From across the room, Jack stared in disbelief.
Joyce ignored both Alan and Jack. She was completely mesmerized by the cock. She touched it, stroked it, and suddenly wanted to taste it. She moved her face closer and closer to the stiff shaft and finally ran her tongue around the edge of its heart-shaped tip. Bart groaned in response. Joyce sensed Bart's pleasure and, at once, the cock became Joyce's very own toy. She began to lick it and kiss it while she stroked up and down it length with both her hands. When a drop of pre-cum appeared from the hole at the tip, Joyce licked it clean.
Joyce thought she was in heaven, but, without warning, her revelry was abruptly interrupted by a strange hand on her ass. It lifted the back of her dress up over her milky-white buttocks.
"No, please," whispered Joyce. "I'm not wearing panties... you'll see me!"
Jack found Joyce's sudden modesty very curious given that she was sucking passionately on Bart's cock at the same time. Joyce, on the other hand, was actually less modest and more displeased by the mere intrusion. It had taken her attention away from the cock she so desired. She first tried to ignore the fact that her ass was naked and then she tried further to overlook the sensations coming from her backside. She renewed her assault on the hard cock in front of her. The smell of sex filled her nostrils as she licked and sucked.
Just then, two hands grasped her hips and Joyce felt another cock forcing its way into her pussy from behind. She jerked her head around to identify the offending source. There, red-faced and anguished, was Jack fucking her furiously. Joyce's mind went on sensory overload. It was Jack, her friend, her host, Sally's husband.
Where did he come from?
She glanced across the room at Alan and reality came flooding back to her. She started to pull away, but the wicked sensations from her pussy held her in place. She opened her mouth to protest, but, before the words could escape, two huge hands grasped her head and directed her mouth back to the cock. The muscular hands plunged the cock into her mouth with such force and depth that she almost gagged.
Joyce mentally tried to emerge from her marijuana and alcohol induced confusion. In the midst of her futile attempt to sort out all that was happening, the dick in her pussy suddenly withdrew. Disappointment shot through her because the cock was gone. Almost instantly, she felt a finger begin to probe her tiny sphincter. This sensation was entirely new to Joyce. No one had ever ventured there. The finger probing her ass caused electrical impulses to course through her body. Slowly, the finger relaxed her little anus by pressing up and down, in and out.
Mysteriously, the finger disappeared and was replaced by Jack's cock. Joyce gasped as pain mixed with pleasure within her. Jack slowly pushed and ground his hard cock directly into Joyce's asshole. A feeling of strange fullness came over her abdomen as slowly her sphincter ceased to resist. With one final hard thrust, Jack's cock bored its way into the depths of her anus. A second harder thrust followed. This time Jack felt his cock go in up to its hilt. Both Jack and Joyce cried out in joy and pain.
Several furious strokes with the tightness of Joyce's asshole surrounding his cock brought Jack to the brink of his orgasm. He held on as long as he could, feeling the cum building up within him, and then he blasted his load into Joyce's bowels.
Her fury brought Joyce to the brink of orgasm as well. Just before her orgasm took hold, a strange curiosity pushed its way into her mind and brought her back from the edge.
The giant cock... what will the cock be like? I have to know.
Joyce felt Jack's dick disappear from her ass. Now it was her turn to make demands.
Back in the Richmond's living room, David and Anne sat quietly chatting in the living room, while Sally and Melba cleaned up a bit in the kitchen.
"Wild night, huh?" said Sally innocently.
"Yes," said Melba almost in a whisper, "about the wildest of my entire life."
"Mine too," answered Sally. "I couldn't believe Bart had his head under your dress. Jesus, that must have been something else. I would have died and gone to heaven."
Out of the blue, Sally felt Melba standing close behind her. Tiny hairs on the back of Sally's neck came to attention under Melba's hot breath. In response, Sally gasped and started to speak. Before she could get words to form, Melba grasped Sally's shoulders, turned her around slowly, and brought their lips together in a long, impassioned kiss. Sally's pulse and breathing immediately quickened. After a moment that seemed like an eternity, Sally broke the embrace.
"I have wanted to do that all night," sighed Melba. "I hope that I didn't offend you."
Sally gasped for breath. "I... I'm not... I don't know what to say... that was... really... ah... good, but I..." she stammered. "But, I'm not that... ah... way."
"What way?" whispered Melba.
The kisses abruptly left Sally's mouth and moved down her slim neck.
"I never... I mean... I don't... with women... I'm not... I never did this before," sputtered Sally.
A puzzled look came over Melba's face.
"In the game, I thought you admitted to... well... this," questioned Melba. Melba's dark eyes twinkled as she gazed at Sally.
"No, I have never... ah... never with a woman," said Sally. "I was just trying to sort of stimulate the guys... or the conversation, I guess... I... I... never actually did... ah... this."
Sally felt Melba's hand move to her breasts. At Melba's tender touch, Sally involuntarily gasped aloud.
"Does this bother you then?" asked Melba all the while continuing her exploration of Sally's body. "All you have to say is stop."
"Oh, Jesus, Melba... you shouldn't... do... oh, god."
Sally's senses already were heightened by the game playing and she was feeling excruciatingly horny, but her intent had been to take that horniness out on Jack later. Now she felt herself yielding to Melba's caresses and mentally slipping away.
Melba's lips returned to Sally's and her tongue danced about inside and out. Sally felt faint. She thrust out her hand, anxiously seeking something stable. Finally, the kitchen counter braced her. Melba's hands moved down from Sally's waist and found the hem of Sally's skirt.
"Melba, please... I... oh, no... not that... not there... oh god, I am so horny, I'll go off in an instant... this is not like me... please don't touch me... there."
"How about here?" said Melba as she pressed her long fingers into Sally's panty-covered crotch. Slowly and deliberately, Melba's fingers zeroed in on Sally's engorged clitoris.
"Oh, Jesus, Melba," groaned Sally.
Melba eased her hands to the band of Sally's panties and pulled gently. The delicate wisp of fabric collected softly around Sally's ankles. Then with magical ease, Melba's tongue found Sally's most sensitive spot. Her firm tongue began to pummel Sally's tender clit. Sally's knees started to buckle. Valiantly, she fought to keep from fainting.
At that very moment, Anne approached the slightly ajar kitchen door carrying an almost spent bag of chips and a bit of collected trash. Just as she started to push through the door, she heard Sally cry out in the kitchen. Anne silently peeped through the small opening in the doorway. Abruptly, her eyes bulged and she dropped everything that she carried. To her shock, there, is plain view, stood her friend, Sally, legs apart and eyes closed in passion, with dark-skinned Melba pressing her face into Sally's pussy. Anne started to turn and run away, but her feet would not move. She slumped against the door jam for support and simply stared in amazement.
Inside the kitchen, Sally felt all her resistance slipping away. Oral sex with Jack had always been infrequent and not very exciting. Melba's tongue, to the contrary, had found just the right spot in just the right way. Deep sensations flooded through Sally like she had never felt before. Tears of joy poured from her tightly closed eyes.
Anne watched in rapt attention. She had expected to be repulsed by the sight of two women making love, but instead the sight was exhilarating. Anne's hand crept under her own skirt. With one hand, she began to manipulate her own clit and, with the other, she pinched one of her tender nipples. Unconsciously, she chewed on her lower lip as the sweet feelings of arousal swept over her. What was happening in the kitchen took on a surreal quality.
Anne practically jumped out of her skin when she realized that David had come up behind her. She quickly removed her hand from under her skirt and tried to act nonchalantly. She felt David's hot breath behind her left ear.
"Pretty hot stuff in there, I'd say," he whispered. "Looks as if you like watching too."
Anne started to protest, but her attention was diverted to Sally. In the throes of passion, Sally began to cry and moan aloud. Melba now furiously massaged Sally's pussy with both tongue and fingers.
David slipped his arm around Anne's waist and cupped one of her bodacious breasts. He felt her chest heaving against his hand, but she did not push him away. Emboldened, he moved his other hand over Anne's hip and down to her crotch. He felt a tremor from deep within Anne's body when he touched her tender spot.
"Ahhhhhh," shouted Sally from the kitchen. Waves of orgasmic delight clearly were washing through her.
David's fingers found Anne's wet pussy and delved inside. Anne laid her head back against his shoulder and sighed aloud. The audible sigh registered with Melba. She quickly glanced around and smiled when she saw the looks on both voyeurs' faces. With one last gasp, all the strength left Sally. To keep from falling, she turned around and leaned over the kitchen counter, face in hands, trying to regain her composure. She still was unaware of Anne and David.
David worked his fingers in and out of Anne's tender slit, while working his other hand underneath her confining bra. The buttons on Anne's shirt seemed to give way. In recognition, David's eyes popped open to find Melba standing in front of them quietly unbuttoning Anne's blouse. Anne was oblivious to the gesture. Melba winked and found the front clasp on Anne's bra. One small twist and Anne's enormous breasts were released from their incarceration. Still Anne was so enwrapped in David's caresses that she failed to realize that it was not David undressing her.
Lips suddenly began to suck on Anne's hard nipples. With that, Anne's eyes flew open. One set of lips on her neck and another on her nipples were one set too many, even for a person who was extremely high. All Anne could see was the lustrous dark hair on top of Melba's head. Anne looked across the room at Sally. She now stood over the sink and was splashing water on her face.
"No... please not here," whispered Anne. "I don't want Sally to know I saw you."
With that, David swept an arm under Anne's legs and picked her up as if she weighed nothing at all. Ann nestled her face into David's neck and tried to comprehend what was going on. At once, she thought of Bart.
Shit, what if Bart comes back? He and Jack should be back any time, she reckoned.
"Wait, David, please... Bart will be back any second," Anne cried. "He can't see me like this."
"I'll take care of Bart," said Melba.
Anne's eyes again widened. While Anne was considering her alternatives, David gently placed her on the couch, forced her legs apart, and plunged his tongue into her dripping pussy. Anne lost all sense of reality in a split second.
"Fuck me. Oh god, fuck me hard... NOW," cried Anne.
Her own words seemed to ring in her ears much too loudly. The tongue disappeared from her pussy. Anne forced open her eyes and looming over her was David, chocolate brown cock in hand. It curved gently upward in a sort of arch from a bed of kinky black pubic hair. David rubbed his cock against Anne's pussy for a moment and then shoved its full length into her. Anne heard a vague moan from the other side of the room. She turned her head in that direction. Sally and Melba sat snuggled together on the floor. Each had a hand on the other's pussy. Anne couldn't comprehend all this at once. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the cock working in and out of her pussy.
Animals... we're all animals, she thought as she neared the brink of orgasm. Her orgasm drove the thought quickly from her mind.
It didn't take long for David to come to the brink. He looked over at Melba and nodded. Melba moved quickly across the room. David stroked several more times and then quickly pulled his cock from within Anne. Melba grasped it and began to stroke it vigorously.
"Ahhhhh," groaned David as he spurted cum the length of Anne's stomach and up to her chin. A second spurt reached her breast. To Anne's surprise, Melba leaned forward and licked a drop of cum from the tip of David's cock.
"Yum," said Melba with a wink at Anne.
Bart opened his eyes just as Jack removed himself from Joyce's ass and stood there with cum dripping from the end of his dick. One long string of jism arched from the end of Jack's cock across to Joyce's anus. It lingered in space for a moment, then disappeared.
Joyce moved her face up from Bart's cock to his ear.
"Fuck me," she whispered, "please."
Bart needed no further encouragement. He turned Joyce around and arrayed her legs in front of him on the couch. With her knees spread far apart, her pussy seemed to wink angrily at him through her thick pubic hair. Bart aimed his long cock at Joyce's blood-engorged labia and pressed downward.
"Oh, god, I can't," whispered Joyce. "Don't hurt me... please."
Bart grinned broadly and then sank his cock into her as far as he could push it.
"Ahhhhhhh!" screamed Joyce as if she had been split apart.
Bart paused and knifed his cock in again, this time even further. Joyce's orgasm hit at once. She began to buck and scream like a wild woman.
Just then Alan awoke with a start. Through bleary eyes, he could see Bart's ass pumping up and down.
"Damn good movie," uttered Alan. "I'm gonna be sick!"
Jack grabbed Alan and pulled him up out of the chair.
"Come on, sport," said Jack softly.
"We'll miss the rest of the movie," argued Alan.
"I'll tell you how it ends," uttered Jack.
He pulled Alan past the copulating couple and into the bathroom just in time. While Alan sat hugging the porcelain, Jack quietly closed the door and walked back into the living room.
The first words that Jack heard were, "Drink it all baby!"
Bart had lifted himself up in front of Joyce. He was pounding away on his cock while Joyce's lips embraced the tip. Soon cum began to drip from the sides of Joyce's mouth.
"Drink it, yes, take it all!" screamed Bart.
Joyce struggled to swallow for a while. Finally, she slumped into a fetal position on the couch. Bart stood over her and flicked the last drops from his cock over her naked form.
Bart looked up at Jack. "What about Alan?" he asked.
"He won't remember a thing," Jack said quietly. "We had better go home. No telling what our wives have gotten into."
Epilogue
The next afternoon, Alan Jones woke with a splitting headache and almost as ferocious a backache. He had slept most of the night by the toilette. He felt around in the bed for Joyce and found her wrapped in one of his shirts on the other side of the bed. There Joyce was nursing her own headache.
"You okay, baby?" Alan asked.
"Yeah," whispered Joyce.
"I must have passed out during the games," Alan surmised. "Did I miss anything?"
"Nothing," said Joyce. A secret smile crept across her face. "Nothing at all, dear."
THE END
