“Was this before or after he stuffed you with his sausage? Jesus, it sounds as though you’re in love with the guy,” Urban teased him.
“Maybe I am, a little. What’s not to like? If he wasn’t married, and he asked me to move in with him and be his boyfriend—I’d do it. I wouldn’t think twice about it. I’d agree to be his boy,” Bob rhapsodized, looking and sounding positively giddy at the prospect of becoming Adolar’s live-in lover.
“Shit!” Urban exclaimed. “A month ago, you were a frigging virgin, who didn’t know anything. Now, you’re not only turning gay—you’re talking as though you’re ready to get married. To a dude!”
“Listen, you’re the one who begged me to take you along to a bisexual play date,” Bob reminded his buddy. “So I don’t think you’re in any position to throw stones.”
“Okay, don’t get pissed off at me. I was just kidding. Getting back to this sex party we’re going to. I don’t think we should show up empty-handed,” Urban said.
“Huh?”
“Maybe we should bring along something. You know, a bottle of wine … and a bouquet of flowers, for Mrs. Mezey. That’d be nice.”
“They’re a married couple, Urban. We’re not dating them. We’re just going to go to bed with them. They’re going to take advantage of us. With our consent and our cooperation, of course.”
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I was raised right,” Urban declared, primly. “Just because you’re fucking somebody, that doesn’t mean you can forget your manners.”
“All right, have it your way. We’ll split the cost, fifty-fifty.”
On Saturday evening, when the two well-scrubbed students reported to the Mezeys’ apartment, the flowers turned out to be a big hit with Vanessza.
“Oh, how thoughtful of you, Urban,” she told him, when—doing his best impression of boyish innocence—he presented her with the bouquet. “You are so sweet.”
Urban gave Bob a smug See, I told you so look.
“I’ll put these in water, for the table,” Vanessza went on. “We thought we’d eat in the dining room tonight.”
“Vanessza is worried about making a good impression on you, Urban,” Adolar whispered to the college boy. “Come on, let me get you guys something to drink.”
The main course of dinner was thick, succulent steaks. Vanessza prided herself on knowing how to keep a man happy—and not just in bed. She noticed, with satisfaction, how her two young guests stuffed themselves. They liked meat!
Vanessza was ecstatic. There she was, with three handsome men—one of whom, Urban, kept staring at her in a worshipful manner, as though he’d never seen a woman before, but he sure liked what he saw! And she was going to fuck all three of them, before the evening was over. She was already doing some mental geometry, calculating in her head the various combinations and positions the four of them might get into.
It was time to suggest some after-dinner entertainment.
“Would you boys like to watch some porn?” Vanessza asked. “And, while we watch it, would you like to smoke some pot?”
Urban gaped at her, incredulously.
“Adolar,” he finally managed to say, “you must have the coolest wife in the world!”
“I’ve always thought so,” Adolar said.
“Do you have any bisexual porn?” Urban wanted to know.
Adolar grinned. “Great minds think alike. We’ve already got one loaded in the player. So now, for your entertainment and edification—” he added, as he led the way into the living room and picked up the remote control.
They settled down in front of the fireplace to watch the video. Vanessza opened a box on the coffee table. It contained a plastic zip bag of marijuana, a packet of rolling papers, and a disposable lighter. Expertly, she prepared a joint, licking the handmade cigarette closed with a deft swipe of her pink tongue. Lighting it, she took a deep drag to get it started, and then she passed it to Urban.
Adolar used the DVD player’s remote control to skip past the video’s opening credits, and began the playback at the start of the first sex scene. Then he took the joint from Urban and inhaled from it, before passing it on to Bob.
The video had a rudimentary story line, in which a husband and wife decided they needed to add some spice to their sex life. The actor playing the husband was blandly male-model handsome, with a bodybuilder’s physique, a toothpaste-advertisement smile, and immaculately styled dark blond hair. His “wife” was a flaming redhead with silicone-enhanced breasts.
The filming had apparently taken place in somebody’s actual home. It was over decorated, in somewhat dubious taste.
“I wonder what they’re supposed to do for a living?” Vanessza asked.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Adolar retorted. “She’s a college teacher, no doubt with a doctorate degree … and he’s a stay-at-home househusband.” This witticism earned a big laugh, all around.
With the basic premise established, the video soon got down to business. The husband came home with a new male friend in tow. He looked like the kind of guy you wouldn’t care to meet in the proverbial dark alley—unless, of course, you’d gone to that alley specifically in search of some rough sex. Massively built, this number sported a spiked and gelled Mohawk haircut on his otherwise shaved head. His ears were pierced, with large-gauge steel rings set in them, and the glimpses of tattoos visible on his neck and arms suggested that the rest of his body was also heavily inked.
“Must be a grad student,” Adolar quipped.
On screen, things quickly heated up.
“Your husband picked me up in a bar,” the burly pierced and tattooed actor declared. “He told me you were waiting here at home with a hot pussy.”
“I am,” the red-haired actress said. “I need it. I need it bad!”
“Fuck her, man,” the other actor, the one who was playing the husband, invited the tough-looking man. “But do it in front of me. I want to watch.”
Adolar grimaced. “Who writes this stuff? It sure isn’t going to win any prizes for sparkling dialogue.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Vanessza said. “It’s concise and to the point. And you have to admit it—there’s no doubt whatsoever about the characters’ motivation!”
“Yeah,” Urban agreed. “They’re all horny and they want to get laid.”
And they did.
“You’re going to blow us both, bitch,” the Mohawked actor growled. “And you’d better do a good job! Get down on your knees and open your mouth. Suck my dick, you slut. And play with your pussy while you do it. Get that slit of yours hot and wet for me.”
“This is kind of sexist, isn’t it?” Bob asked, nervously.
“I think that’s the whole point,” Urban said.
“I don’t mind it,” Adolar insisted. “And neither does Vanessza.”
Vanessza laughed. “Speak for yourself, lover. Actually, I find this extremely offensive … it’s so offensive, in fact, that it’s making me all hot and wet. I’m joking,” she added, for the two students’ benefit. “The truth is, I love watching this sort of thing. Oh, look at her sucking that huge cock!”
The three men were looking at it, all right, with fixed stares. The actress was on her knees, servicing the burly number, while her “husband” stood nearby, watching the blow job—and masturbating.
“How can she take so much in her mouth?” Bob muttered.
“That lucky woman,” Vanessza remarked. “How I envy her!”
“She sure seems to like sex,” Urban observed, with relish.
“So does any woman, if she’s got any sense,” Vanessza assured him.
“And trust me, gentlemen,” Adolar interjected. “My wife has a great deal of sense.”
The slutty actress switched back and forth between her two costars, sucking each of their cocks in turn. She even tried, at one point in the proceedings, to cram both big male organs inside her mouth at once; but the men were simply too well hung for her to be able to perform the stunt comfortably. Eventua
lly, the pierced and tattooed brute claimed her mouth for his exclusive use again, fucking her face.
“Keep sucking, you cunt. You’re going to get a mouthful of cum,” the brutish actor threatened, as he fucked his costar’s throat with lunging, bruising thrusts. She took the abuse; in fact, she seemed to exult in it. Her fingers toyed with her cunt while that thick erection raped her mouth and throat.
Suddenly, the tattooed stud reared up, standing on the balls of his feet, his legs spread wide. His thighs tensed, and his cock began to spew out its load of hot, thick semen. The redhead gagged, noisily; but she swallowed the cum, eagerly, spurt after spurt, until her tormentor pulled his prick out of her mouth for the obligatory come shot, rubbing his exploding cockhead all over the woman’s face and hair, drenching her in his jism, until he finally stopped coming.
“Your turn,” the guy who had just finished ejaculating gasped. “Fuck her, man.”
The handsome actor portraying the husband proceeded to give the redhead’s pussy a thorough pounding, frequently shifting positions, almost as though he was giving a clinical demonstration of various sexual techniques.
“I’ve got two holes, you sons of bitches,” the actress squealed, at one point in the proceedings. “Come on, you motherfuckers, fill them both. Fuck me in the ass,” she invited the rough number, whose erection hadn’t faltered in the least after his ejaculation. “And you,” she told her “husband,” who was ravishing her vagina with unflagging energy. “Go on giving it to me in my cunt!”
“Oh, my God!” Urban exclaimed, in bug-eyed disbelief. “She’s taking them both on at once!”
“She sure is,” Bob gasped.
Vanessza and Adolar exchanged knowing glances. The porn was having its inevitable effect upon the two comparatively inexperienced and innocent students—an effect which the married couple had intended, of course.
“I repeat—that lucky slut,” Vanessza sighed.
Bob and Urban were both visibly and painfully aroused, squirming in their seats in a futile attempt to ease the pressure exerted by the hard-ons trapped in their pants. Their discomfort increased, moment by moment, while the lurid scene in the video built to its pounding, spurting conclusion.
“Well,” Adolar commented, as he thumbed the remote to turn off the DVD player. “As ‘action films’ go, that one wasn’t too bad. It was certainly action-packed!”
“All right,” Vanessza groaned. “Speaking of action, who’s going to be the first?”
“The first what?” Bob asked.
“The first to admit that watching that porn has gotten us all horny.”
“I’ll be the first,” Urban said.
“And I’ll second the motion,” Adolar chimed in, with a laugh.
“Let’s see a show of cocks,” Vanessza suggested. “Come on, Urban. Don’t be shy. I want to see what you’ve got!”
Urban was bolder than Bob had given him credit for. Urban got shakily to his feet, undid his fly, and took out his cock and balls. Kneeling in front of him, Vanessza tenderly cupped his genitals in her hand and raised them for her own and the other two guys’ inspection.
“Oh, you’ve got a nice big one,” Vanessza purred.
“Thanks, Mrs. Mezey. But it isn’t even all the way hard yet,” Urban bragged. “Wait’ll you see how big it can get. Then you’ll really be impressed.”
“What can I do to help it along?” she teased him.
“You’re already helping,” Urban gasped, as her fingers began to manipulate him.
“But I’m sure I can do more,” Vanessza assured him. “Maybe if I suck it—?”
“Yeah, that might work!” Urban blurted out.
“Wait,” Adolar said. “Should we take this into the bedroom, and get comfortable in there? Or would you rather stay right here? I know that you like to play around in front of the fire, Bob. What about you, Urban?”
“Jesus, Adolar! With this big boner Mrs. Mezey is giving me—I don’t think I can move very far!”
Adolar laughed. “We can all bed down right here, then. Keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll go get what we need.”
He dashed down the hallway, returning a moment later carrying a large bundle which Bob recognized. It consisted of the patchwork quilt, the down-filled comforter, two pillows, a plastic pump bottle of lubricant, and a box of condoms. Adolar and Bob had been experimenting with bareback anal intercourse lately, to their mutual pleasure; but Adolar wanted to give Urban the option.
He saw that he hadn’t missed much, during his brief absence. Vanessza was still toying with Urban’s penis, treating him to a slow, tantalizing hand job.
With Bob’s help, Adolar quickly made up a bed in front of the fireplace. He put another log on the fire, and jabbed at it with the poker, to get it started burning. Then Adolar and Bob moved closer to where Vanessza knelt before Urban, observing their interaction with lewd anticipation.
“Go on, Vanessza,” Adolar urged his wife. “Make our guest feel welcome … really welcome. But I think you’ll be more comfortable, Urban, if you get undressed.”
“Yeah,” Bob agreed. “Strip down, man. Strip!”
Vanessza smiled as Urban stepped out of his jeans, pulled off his shirt, and tossed his clothes onto the floor. Standing there stark naked, Urban held his fat cock in his hand, stroking it, waiting for Vanessza to go down on it.
“Suck on it,” the wholesome-looking blond boy moaned.
She paused only long enough to unzip her dress and step out of it. Then, with her voluptuous body displayed to its best advantage in a sheer, clinging pink slip, she started off by pressing her lips against Urban’s muscular chest and sucking on his right nipple until it was swollen hard. She moved her lips to the left tit, and licked and chewed on it, too, until it was equally erect.
Then, leaving a wet trail of saliva behind with her tongue, she went down his chest to his navel. She swirled her tongue around inside the deep indentation, before going lower, to Urban’s cock. His unusually thick tool was fully erect and throbbing with frantic excitement long before her warm breath touched it.
Vanessza decided to tease him. “I don’t think you need any help, stud. You’re already as hard as you’ll ever get.”
“Fuck that. Come on, Mrs. Mezey. Play fair,” Urban protested.
“Yes, darling,” Adolar intervened, in his most seductive tone of voice. “You promised to suck him. We mustn’t disappoint the boy. And I have to admit it—I’d like to see you suck him, and I bet Bob would like to watch you do it, too.”
“You bet.” There was an unabashed eagerness in Bob’s response.
The sexual game-playing was turning Adolar on. His own cock was so stiff that it ached to be set free from the tight confinement of his jeans. But he forced himself to be patient.
“All right, men. If you want a show, I’ll give you a show.” Vanessza opened her luscious red mouth wide, and in one fell swoop she encompassed Urban’s cock. Her nipples were hard and pointed, rubbing against the thin material of her slip. She sucked noisily on Urban’s cock, and when she pulled her mouth away, it was shiny with the juices which had seeped from between her warm, panting lips.
Her eyes fell on her husband’s bulging crotch. “How about you, lover?” she asked. “Are you ready for some of the same treatment?”
“Do you have to ask?” the bodybuilder retorted, with a throaty laugh.
He pulled his sweatshirt over his head, bent over to remove his shoes and socks, and then he undid his jeans—taking care not to catch his own cock flesh in the teeth of the zipper as he eased it down to open his fly. All three of the other pairs of eyes in the room were focused on his hefty cock as he extracted it from his jeans and proudly waved it about.
“Does this answer your question?” he asked his wife, facetiously.
“It sure does,” Vanessza replied, with fervor. She took Adolar’s prick in both of her hands and wrapped her lips tightly around its head. She began sucking it with gusto while the two students watched her perfo
rmance, smoldering with envy and getting even more aroused themselves. Finally, Vanessza eased her lips off her husband’s throbbing meat.
“Married all these years,” she gasped, “but it’s still my favorite treat.”
Bob, who was now very high as a result of having smoked the grass, whispered, “I’d like to taste that big thing again, too.”
“Go right ahead,” Adolar invited him. “Be my guest.”
Bob took the older guy’s dick into his mouth and began blowing him. Urban and Vanessza got on either side of Bob’s face, pressing their own mouths close to Adolar’s crotch. Each was able to kiss and lick and suck on one of Adolar’s big balls. Adolar was in ecstasy, thrilled at having all three of his horny playmates on their knees, servicing him in a lewd sexual competition.
“I think we ought to do something especially nice for Vanessza, since she’s being such an accommodating hostess and she’s been taking such good care of us so far,” Adolar suggested, gallantly.
He helped his wife to step out of her slip. Her brassiere and panties followed. Bob had seen Vanessza nude before, of course; but Urban’s eyes were riveted upon her naked, voluptuous body.
“Damn, Mrs. Mezey!” Urban exclaimed. “You’re really built!”
“Why, thank you, Urban. You can do more than just look, you know,” Vanessza invited him. “You can touch, too!”
The three men eased her down onto the quilt, in front of the blazing fire; and Adolar and Bob began sucking on her nipples. Urban, who was no novice when it came to pleasing a woman, got between her legs and dipped his tongue into the chalice of her cunt.
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