The Naughty Collection

by Ruby City Books

  The three of us then exited the bar, slightly buzzed, in a shared taxi cab, and headed in the direction of the house, the atmosphere charged, and the butterflies in my chest so riled up that I could scarcely sit still between the two warm bodies of the men in my life.

  And so it had begun...

  Chapter 4

  We headed promptly for the bedroom.

  The springs of the mattress creaked beneath our weight as Mike Eggplant and I sat down upon it, and I felt an intense pang of anxiety well up inside me. Aside from the basics of the situation, the simple fact of this basically amounting to supervised adultery and having the cuckold of the marriage sitting by witnessing it, I was also feeling nervous for a far more fundamental reason. And that was the fact that Greg and I had dated and been married for so long now that it had been ages since I'd freshly introduced my naked body to a new man, and I wasn't at all that sure how best to carry myself now in doing so. I had kind of gotten used to being naked around Greg, like it wasn't really any big deal at all, and so I wasn't perhaps as confident as I might used to have been in the presence of such an intimidating alpha male.

  Mike, however, was hardly as concerned with my insecurity as I was, thank God, and seemed to take control of the situation readily enough. Seeing how I was second guessing myself beside him, I suddenly felt his hand touch gently against the side of my face, turning my glance toward him, and imploring me to stare for some time into his eyes. I felt the breath rush out of me as he penetrated me with that dark gaze of his, and then the world seemed to stutter in place around me as he leaned in, planting his lips onto mine, and beginning the process of deflowering me in the presence of my husband.

  I was only too aware of Greg's presence as Mike began ravishing me, squirming uncomfortably in a chair in the corner of the bedroom, and me, feeling in spite of my arousal at our triad's forbidden dynamic, that there must be sharp pangs of envy and hurt slicing through his heart at just that moment, and initially at least they proved to be as painful for me as they were titillating.

  But any such thoughts quickly became ejected from my mind, as Mike's kisses began to grow more and more ferocious, so intense and so enthusiastic that I found myself scarcely able to keep up with them. His nostrils flared and snorted like those of a bull as he kissed and licked and gouged me with his hot wet tongue, and it began to sink into me how very slight, how very much a waif of a girl I was in contrast with his hulking black body, his form overpowering me as he leaned deeper and deeper up against me, and my head craning back almost painfully as I tried not to collapse entirely beneath his efforts, my body shaking so fiercely that I thought I might have a heart attack.

  And then his hands... Oh Christ his hands... His hands began to squirm over every surface of my body, sliding across the planes of my figure through the fabric of my blouse, violating me with such liquid motion that I began to sigh madly with passion at the progression of his efforts.

  Thoughts of my poor husband sitting there all but vanished as Mr. Mike Eggplant ravished me, clutching greedily at my body, squeezing and tearing and clenching at my flesh as though clinging onto me for dear life. I sighed, and moaned, and whimpered as his warm palms cascaded across the front of my abdomen, his fingers curling so deeply into my tits that I could barely stand it.

  “Oh God... Oh God... Oh God...” I was breathing, almost whispering the words with my eyes half shut, blown away by these sensations as they tumbled through my body, and my constitution, I felt certain, hardly in order to withstand the progression of his efforts as he swiped and touched and plundered the treasures of my anatomy.

  “Yeah... Yeah baby,” he whispered, and leaned in to ply me with yet another round of wet, warm pecks, coating my flesh with saliva and causing it to tingle immediately afterward, as though subjected to some tremendous shock and ringing as the electricity continued to course through me. His kisses, then, began to sweep lower along my body, sliding from my lips to the side of my neck, where he began to plant his teeth lightly into me, nibbling on my flesh like some perverse manner of chewing gum, rolling his tongue along my throat and then latching onto me as though for dear life, me, all the while, moaning like a bitch as he devoured me, shrugging my shoulder as though to contain the tingle of sensations running through me, yet knowing with some glee that I would fail miserably in doing so.

  His lips, then, came around to the front of my blouse, sinking low to the hem of the fabric and kissing the upper halves of my tits to the extent he was able, and at this I let out such a feminine roar of fury that it was almost deafening. I rolled my head back, and allowed myself to be kissed at the slight bump of my Adam's apple, craving all the while the oncoming moment of escalation, which, of course, was very promptly imminent.

  Soon my arms were being lifted above my head, and I was allowing the fabric of my blouse to be stripped from my form, staring into Mike's eyes as he peeled it up off of me, and tossed it casually to the floor. He then went immediately for my skirt, sinking his hand down beneath the fabric, and I shuddered as he placed his hand on the warm plane of my pubic triangle through the fabric of my panties, sinking his fingers lightly into me as though to claim ownership of that entire sector of my anatomy, an ownership which was about to be consummated most thoroughly.

  He yanked me out of my skirt in a manner which was almost violent, and which evoked a girlish shriek that verged on something between playful and alarmed at his strength, but which, first and foremost, left me utterly pleased at how easily he was tossing my body around like a fucking sack of meat.

  My nostrils began to flare with arousal, and he peeled me out of my bra and panties with a slowness, a measuredness that was clearly intended to build up suspense, contrasting as it did with the manner in which he had so abruptly yanked me out of my skirt. I caught sight of my husband in the corner as the last scrap of fabric was pulled off of me; he was squirming worse than ever now, fiddling in his seat and turning his face from the spot as though to avoid seeing my naked body in the context of its violation by another man. Yet at the same time I thought, with the negligible amount of my concentration I was presently dedicating to him, that here might have been just the faintest trace of an erection creeping up in the crotch of his jeans, a sight which somehow amplified the already intense erotic tension of the scene...

  Mike's hands were all over me now, caressing and sliding over my anatomy and squeezing on every part of me that they could possibly access, my tits being squeezed so hard that they seemed prone to bursting at any moment, but his grip, surprisingly stopping just short of my pussy, his fingers instead pinching my thighs painfully as though to sensitize the area as much as humanly possible, the heat of my cunt wafting into his grip, and the liquid of my arousal clearly beginning to seep onto his fingers.

  And that was when the brutality began...

  Quite unexpectedly, I felt Mike's hands on my waist, seizing a firm grip on me and then flipping me violently over, slamming me face down on the bed with a loud shriek creeping up from my throat. I bounced for several seconds before settling into place, then looked over my shoulder to see him tearing out of his shirt, literally ripping the fabric down the center and tossing it to the floor, before leaning in directly on top of me, and taking control of my body.

  I actually yelped at this point, astonished as I was as the violation of my anatomy commenced. He'd splayed my thighs out wide, and then jammed his fingers inside me, pushing so many of them so deep into my body that it nearly made me go cross-eyed, and then proceeding to rear back, and stutter his arm into me at a powerful, agonizing pace, jackhammering my cunt with his grip and finger-fucking me so terribly that it was close to overwhelming.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...” I began to shriek, as his pounding took on an almost ridiculous fury, my spine arching up as the squelching from my pelvis filled me up with an intense, unbearable friction. And again, I yelped loudly, as once more he was manipulating my body into a new position, yanking my ass up into the air so that I was now splay
ed before him on my hands and knees, and with a violent pull he yanked my ass into his face, and slammed my cunt into his mouth with a wet, agonizing splash.

  Stars flashed before my eyes and my fingers curled painfully into the bedspread, as Mike's tongue began to lash and lap and slide through my pussy with an excited vigor, licking me up as though I was the most splendid of substances imaginable, and his enthusiasm as he ate me out only serving to further my already tremendous enjoyment at having my cunt devoured in so overwhelming a manner. I had, quite honestly, expected this experience to be a primarily blunt affair, a lot of pounding and slamming and rough sex devoid of any real nuance, yet Mr. Eggplant's oral skills turned out to verge somewhere easily within the realm of immaculate, and this contrast with most of his other brutalizing efforts enhanced my pleasure at his carnal pillaging to no small degree.

  Soon I was shaking with the first of many orgasms over the course of the evening, as he pushed his lips one final time up into me and held himself, as though inhaling such a generous helping of my muff that he might eventually become high off of my trickling wet pussy juices.

  With a tremendous sigh, I fluttered slowly back down from the heavens of splendor, my heart beating in my chest like a drum, and my head spinning as I attempted to emotionally prepare myself for the next act in the affair. And suddenly, I heard the unbuttoning and unzipping of jeans nearby, but before I could turn my head of my own volition Mike's hand seized a firm grip on my own, yanking me over to him, and the palm of my trembling hand experienced the wonder of a big black cock before my eyes got the chance to do so.

  I was astonished, and let out an audible gasp.

  I could scarcely even wrap my fingers around that immense fucking monstrosity...

  The size he had written on that slip of paper was by no means an overestimate, and if anything I felt in person that the figure alone had done little to convey the hugeness of the thing, the overwhelming scope of such a black, veiny penis...

  I began to stroke him, pulling the skin of his engorged shaft to his fat chocolate tip, then tugging it down, down, down to his base, holding it securely there, and allowing the sensations to mount. Up and down and up and down I wanked him in this manner, my wrist growing tired quickly as I struggled to keep a hold of him, and soon I felt a mild pang of terror wash through my body, as he seized a firm grip on the back of my hair, reeling me in toward him, and pulling my face toward his crotch for an act it was not yet entirely prepared to indulge.

  Swallowing hard, and feeling a soreness in my throat before even getting started, I allowed myself to be pressed down onto him, my lips melting around his fat brown tip, and his shaft scarcely even fitting into my mouth as it slid, down, down, down along my throat, practically fucking gagging me as it touched down at the back of my throat, and his cock, I realized with alarm, only even halfway buried inside me.

  I did my damnedest to suck on him, bobbing my head forward and back and forward and back to the extent I could manage to do so without gagging, but it began to feel impossible, and I moved with such an embarrassing slowness that I couldn't imagine him deriving any pleasure from my scant movements whatsoever.

  That's when he began to take actions into his own hands...

  I would have shrieked if I could have, as he seized the back of my head once again and began to cram me up against him, this time getting all of himself buried deep inside my neck, then face-fucking me with all the power and the fury that I'd proven incapable to muster on my own, grinding and pumping and blasting the back of my throat with such relentless force that I could scarcely stand the agony of it, tears streaming down my cheeks and bile from my throat rolling from my lips as it lubricated his fat brown cock, pummeling and jousting and grinding so fiercely that the world began to spin in crazy circles before my eyes.

  After some time of this, he slammed me vigorously into himself, holding me in place on the verge of suffocation, and then releasing me, pushing me away with violent intensity, and then barely skipping a beat as he flipped me over yet again, back onto my stomach, and stripped from his jeans, kicking them to the floor, and descending upon me like the plague.

  He mounted me like a fucking animal, bending me over, and then plowing his fat cock brutally into my pussy, cleaving me so wide apart down the middle that I thought I would start to burst at the fucking seams, my very foundation feeling as though it was being split to fucking hell in a hand basket, the stretching of my cunt nearly too much to endure as he touched down deep within me, and began to fuck my cunt with every powerful, strobing muscle in his body.

  My entire body shifted and slid across the bedspread as he pumped into the agonized sheath of my anatomy slamming my ass so brutally into his pelvis that I thought I would get a concussion if things continued in this manner for much longer.

  WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

  And suddenly, there was an abrupt cessation of activity for a moment, and I was left panting, wondering why the hell he was stopping, my body so crippled with sweet sensations that I didn't even want to fathom the possibility that the plundering could be over so quickly.

  But alas, I was once more flipped over onto the bed, this time on my back, and my legs hoisted brutally upward, my ankles around my fucking ears as he spread me out wide, and mounted me once more, squatting onto my pelvis and putting his entire body into blastfucking me, chiseling and hammering and pounding away at my cunt with the springing force of a goddamn rhinoceroses. My body shook and trembled and jiggled as he drilled me to my delicate little core, screams pouring from my lips, his massive black scrotum smacking into my dainty pink pussy as the attached cock came plowing in and out of me, and our wet genitals exploding with the noisy, angry bursts of their collisions, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP!

  And he hurled himself deep into me, doubling my body back over on itself so forcefully that I thought I would break my fucking spine, the cheeks of his ass clenching and unclenching as he ejaculated his hot, molten sperm into wet pink cunt, pulse after pulse after pulse of his creamy essence filling me up inside, spilling back out of my body in its thickness and abundance, and setting me over the edge with yet another intense round of orgasm, this time so intense that I began to get cramps in my limb from the forced positioning, my every nerve on fire with sensation, my very soul feeling on fire with the forbidden carnal pleasure of our union, and everything seeming to disappear for a moment as I hit the absolute peak of perfection, drifting gently back down with a delicate feminine shudder, and wondering, as I lay naked and sweaty in his arms in the sticky wet haze of the afterglow, whether it could all possibly be over.

  And that was when he pulled out of me, and the two of us turned, simultaneously, catching sight of my husband over there in the corner, his cock pulled out at the sight of us, nude and entwined, and his wrist pumping vigorously up and down along the course of his shaft, slamming into his pelvis with an intense energy that set a smile spreading wide across each of our sets of lips.

  His cuckolding now complete, we decided to extend a hand to him to join us if he wished, an offer which he accepted gladly, peeling out of his clothes in the matter of an instant and then scrambling over to join the two of us, his cock bouncing all the while as he slipped into bed with the sea of multicolored flesh.

  I was astonished, as I think both Mike and Greg were, at the men's apparent bisexuality as the three of us rolled and twisted our bodies up into the drenched sheets, the two of them making out passionately when they weren't preoccupied with servicing yours truly, touching one another with sheer delight as they each engaged in what I imagined to be their first ever male on male sexual experience.

  Hell, at one point I was really taken aback, when Greg took me from behind, and Mike piled in on top of him, anally penetrating him, and buttfucking him to climax while his cock was inside me, a notion which, I won't lie, turned me on like all fucking hell as it occurred.

  At last, after some time of repositioning ourselves and wrapping our sea of limbs into any number of orienta
tions, I experienced the first long-awaited double penetration of my life, draped across my husband's prone body with his cock lodged up deep inside my pussy, and Greg mounting me from on top, squeezing his big black cock between my buttocks and stretching out my anus so severely that it felt like I'd sat on top of that eggplant I'd bought at the grocery store.

  The two men tore into me, grinding and pumping and fucking me brutally, the way that I'd always fantasized about being brutally fucked, every nerve ending lighting up like bulbs on a Christmas tree as they writhed and ground and pushed themselves far into my deepest recesses. I savored the grinding of the two contrasting penises up against one another through the thin pink layers of my body, a sensation that was ungodly in its beauty to say the very least, and even greater was the thick hot blasting of their sperm as it coated every wet nook of my interior, drenching me with splooge and filling me up with the thick, swirling stuff, setting me over the edge as I screamed and shook and rattled from head to toe with sweet, sweet, unbelievable orgasm. The mingling of anal and vaginal climax was quite unlike anything I had ever before had the pleasure of experiencing, and as I shot through the roof of my most depraved carnal fantasies I was astonished, somewhere deep within the realm of my subconscious, at just how drastically my life had been turned around from lacking fulfillment to feeling utterly overwhelmed with satisfaction, all through just the slightest little tweaking of the rules...

  I lay wrapped in the two men's arms for some considerable time after that, writhing and tossing and squirming on the bed in a sea of kicking arms and legs, three sets of lips latching onto whatever available nubs of flesh they could locate, nibbling and lapping and savoring our salty, sweat-soaked flesh down to the very last sweet, succulent drop.