The Gentle Degenerates (The Vassi Collection)

by Marco Vassi

  He and I have a friendship that started from the moment we saw one another. Total mutual respect and liking have been its unfailing characteristics. His problems with Ina are classic. His passion is his work and the people who constitute that work. She is burdened by her housework and children, and her sense of being left out of the mainstream of his life. She can’t share his scene, or won’t. So they stay together for the sake of comfort, and play incredible games with one another with the full arsenal of spitefulness and seduction. They have tried swinging and threesomes and various forms of sexual escapades, but none of them worked because their basic bond is shattered. The energy doesn’t flow fully between them any longer.

  I arrived and immediately began spreading good will all over the place, digging the kids in a special way, and laying non-threatening sex vibes on Ina, and getting the whole scene cool with Michael. We rapped, and did a settling down number, and had dinner, and then went to sit around the fireplace to smoke grass and talk. From experience in this kind of scene, I knew that nothing worthwhile would happen among us unless the totality of the drama was exposed. So I drew the scenario for them. Jealous but bored husband feeling guilty about his wife invites good friends up to make love to her, with or without him present, in the hopes of rejuvenating his scene with her. Bitchy wife refusing to even find out how she feels for fear that knowledge might force her to discard her mask of hatefulness. And the galloping guru trying to put all the angles together to find the proper-shaped triangle. Usually husband and wife make up about one hundred and fifty degrees between them, leaving the third in the menage to juggle with forty, a narrow margin. And no matter what happens, unless everyone understands his angle, and knows that the degree of the angle is always subject to change, there will be trouble among the concerned parties.

  By the time I had brought my narrative up to the reality, which was the three of us sitting there in the middle of this insane suburban melodrama, they were ready to cop, and smiled at the absurdity of our condition. And for the first time a look of warmth passed between them. This too was familiar, but I was ready for that trap as well. I wasn’t about to become the sexual stimulant which turned them on to an evening of fucking without coming to terms with the basic questions. So I dove into the mix and laid out the reality that I saw. They dug its accuracy, and when I was finished Ina said, “That’s all true, but what do we do now?”

  “Why, give me a massage, of course,” I said. The seeming irrelevancy of the answer was all the charm that was needed. “All right,” she said. I looked at Michael. “You too,” I said.

  I lay down on the floor in front of the fire, face down, and let myself relax, not only my body, but all the strings I was pulling on the astral plane. Immediately I sank into the inner world, where all structures melt, and nothing is left but the movement of darkness and its flashes of light. Four hands touched me at once, Michael’s strong, heavy fingers going to my spine, and Ina’s delicate touch running up and down the backs of my legs. I felt simultaneously supported and tripped out. They began to work easily and methodically, touching and feeling different parts of me, and rubbing or caressing or stroking wherever it felt good for them to do so.

  I floated a great distance from them, and their touch and voices came from afar. Ina’s fingers began to stroke the insides of my thighs from the backs of my knees to my buttocks. Small electric charges pulsed up into my balls. Simultaneously, Michael pressed deep into my back with his thumbs, and I felt the spine crack, and the deep muscles protest and then relax. My breathing became full. I felt like a baby in the bath, with its parents washing it. I could feel the warmth flow through me from one to the other, and there was nothing for me to do but lie passive and feel the pleasure which coursed up and down my limbs and into my belly. Ina’s hands moved to my ass and her fingers probed into the crack, prodding gently, forcing the muscles to let go. I found myself holding on, and to my surprise she spanked me lightly. “Don’t be afraid,” she said, and in a swoop brought her hand under my legs and cupped my cock and balls. “He is so pretty, Michael, isn’t he?” she crooned in that voice in which mothers cherish their children. Michael only grunted and grabbed my shoulders, pummeling them and drumming the tension out.

  Deliciously, I felt her hands go around my waist and unbuckle my belt. The pants opened and she began to tug on them, drawing them toward my ankles. A cool breeze played over my bare legs and I trembled. “Let’s kidnap him, Michael,” she said, “and lock him up here. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a friend that we could keep for ever?” Part of me thrilled to her words and the intent behind them, while yet another part of me shuddered in fear. She suddenly seemed like a witch, casting some spell on my mind, and I was succumbing with ease and even gratitude. Michael’s hands grabbed me roughly and spun me around so that I lay on my back. And then they took my shirt off.

  I was totally naked, lying there with my eyes closed, and I could sense them kneeling near me, Ina at my feet, Michael at my head, and they were breathing heavily. A thousand fantasies rushed through my head and I dug all the potential in the moment. It was what it was and all the things it could be, simultaneously.

  Ina’s mouth put an end to all my speculations. First I felt her breath on my belly and, a long mimute later, her tongue gently curving into my navel. My belly quivered. She drew back and leaned forward again, this time dropping her breasts to my chest. I started up, not having been aware that she’d removed her blouse and bra. She touched my skin with her nipples, very lightly, and then moved her torso back and forth so that the pendulous breasts traced intricate patterns on me. I drew my breath in sharply and heard her suck the air in through her lips. Michael leaned heavily onto my chest with his hands, and he grabbed the skin all around my nipples and started to pull and pinch, and knead me as though he were a baker working with bread. I lost all ability to breathe and let his rhythm dictate the movement of my breath, as though I were receiving artificial respiration.

  It was a rich sea of sensation that I dove into, and I let myself go to the sensual joy of the moment. And then something must have happened between them, because their hands now seemed to belong to one person. Ina ran her nails up and down my legs while Michael massaged my arms. They took the energy from the extremities and connected it in the torso. I felt myself alive in an extraordinary manner; I grew lighter, cleaner. I began to move from side to side as my body responded to the touch it was receiving, my mouth opened and my face lost all its tension. The more they rubbed me, the more I wanted to be covered. I wished there were dozens of people now, running their hands over my body, and licking me, and kissing me.

  I began to move from side to side as my body responded to the touch it was receiving, my mouth opened and my face lost all its tension. The more they rubbed me, the more I wanted to be uncovered. I wished there were dozens of people now, running their hands over my body, and licking me, and kissing me.

  And with that thought, I felt the hot wetness of Ina’s mouth swoop down on my cock. I almost bent in half with the sensation. All of the energy that their massage had worked on had been herded into my belly and to the base of my cock, although I felt no specific sexual urge. But with her touch, all the sexual reality of the moment sprang immediately into view, and my cock hardened instantaneously. Michael stopped his movement and must have been watching her. I heard her moan and make slobbering sounds deep in her mouth, and felt her lips do their dance up and down the skin of my cock. Her tongue surpassed all in its delicacy and sensitivity and lasciviousness. First she sucked, and then pulled back, and then did a job with her tongue, lapping up the length of the shaft in broad strokes, and moving down again, flicking the skin with just the very tip of her organ, until she reached the base of the rod and buried her mouth in my pubic hair, where she made little whimpering sounds and worked frantically down the patch of fur to the crack between my thighs and down into my balls, which she took in her mouth and licked from inside.

  I wanted
to move my pelvis and pump my cock into her, but I felt somewhat odd since there had been no formal transition from massage to sex, and Michael still loomed ominously over me. I wondered whether he would want me to suck him off, or fuck me. I was tentative and ready for anything, not sure what I was feeling except for the great furor at my cock.

  Then Michael’s voice cut through everything, very calm and soft. “Why don’t you let him fuck you, Ina?” he said. At that I opened my eyes, just in time to see a look of crackling tension pass between them. Her lips curled and without warning she hurled herself at him, dropping her knee into my stomach. The wind went out of me and I rolled to one side, all the while watching the two of them. She went for his eyes with her nails and he knocked her arms to one side. “I will kill you!” she shrieked.

  I was torn between the drama of the fight and the way her breasts jiggled and how her ass whipped through the air. He was getting the worst of it because he wouldn’t hit her, only ward off her blows. I couldn’t read the subtleties of the situation: the throbbing in my cock was too distracting, so I followed my animal instincts and jumped her from behind. She was startled, and then started shouting and trying to punch at me. Michael grabbed her arms and I wrestled her to the floor. For a moment she lay there, panting and hateful, and I drank in the heaving of her breasts and the way her skirt had worked its way up her thighs, revealing her black-and-yellow-striped panties. I grabbed her legs and she kicked out at me. I pushed her back, and pinning her ankles under my thighs, I pulled at her skirt. She struggled so hard it was impossible to accomplish anything. “We’ll have to tie her,” I said. At that she screamed. “And gag her,” he added.

  I grabbed for my pants and pulled the belt off, and then tied her ankles together. Michael turned her over, and with his belt secured her wrists together behind her back, and then wrapped his handkerchief around her mouth, muffling her sounds. She still tried to stop me, but this time it was fairly simple to slip the skirt down her legs and over her feet, leaving her in just her panties. I reached down and ripped the elastic band with my teeth, then slowly tore the garment right down the side until I could just lift it completely off her. She drew in her pelvis and tucked her cunt far back. But I had other plans. “Where’s the vaseline?” I asked. “I’ll get it,” Michael said, and went to fetch the jar.

  I looked at her. “I’m only doing this because I think it will help your marriage,” I said, and winked at her. She stared at me, and then a glint of humor came into her eyes. Michael returned with the jar. He looked very serious and competent, and seemed not at all excited. I rolled her over and put some of the jelly on my fingers. I parted her ass cheeks and lubricated the entire slot, right into her asshole. It was a bit tight, since her legs were tied together, but I enjoyed it that way. “What am I doing?” asked Michael. “You can stop it anytime you want,” I said. “No,” he said, “I need to see this.”

  I rolled her over on her stomach and lowered myself onto her. My cock was now soft, and I hung my body above hers so that my limp tool would just touch the crack of her ass, and then I rocked back and forth, letting it trail up and down the entire length of the valley. At first she lay still, and then twitched her ass to reach for me. She said something into her gag and I reached down to untie it. “You don’t have to tie me anymore,” she said.

  Michael took the two belts off and she stretched full out, her arms ahead of her and her legs spread wide apart. “Go ahead,” she said, “fuck me. Fuck me in the ass. I want you to.” As she talked my cock got hard and I slipped it down between her buttocks and neatly into the hole. She gasped and then relaxed, then raised her ass off the floor to take me in fully.

  Oddly, I began to lose my excitement. My cock felt good and I could sense the heat and tightness of her asshole, the succulent potential of it. But I felt removed somehow, at a distance. And then I understood the reason. Michael was laying down very heavy vibrations of disapproval, although he was the one who had set it up. I looked over at him quizzically. He read my meaning and abruptly stood up and walked out of the room. A moment later we heard the front door slam.

  And then the two of us began. There were a few seconds of awkwardness, then. with the realization that he was gone and we were doing him some kind of baroque favor, I drove my cock all the way up her ass. She arched her back and moaned mightily. I reached forward and cupped her breasts in my hands, pinching her nipples and massaging the full round globes. She tossed her head from side to side and let her mouth drop open. I brought up one hand and put two fingers into her mouth. She closed on them and began sucking greedily, lapping at them with her tongue. The double sensation of mouth and ass inflamed me and with my other hand I moved down to plunge my fingers into her cunt. She grunted and began to shake inside her body. I could feel the pressure on the top of her cunt, and when my fingers went all the way in, I touched my cock through the thin membrane separating the two openings. Her eyes bulged and she rocked her ass back and forth frantically, her mouth now drawing all the blood to the tips of my fingers.

  I felt myself starting to come, so I stopped my motion, and forced her to hold still. I sat up on my haunches and had her lie down stretched out flat, her legs together, her arms at her sides. From the way I sat I could look straight down to her ass, and I pried the cheeks apart to expose my cock imbedded in the hole. I slid it in and out, watching the pink bud of her anus contract and expand to take in and let out the now steaming cock. I moved faster and faster, and began weaving from side to side, and then slamming in deeply, and coming out to tickle her asshole with the very tip of my cock. She groaned and raked at the rug with her nails, contracting her ass muscle so that it clutched at my cock like a large, strong, soft hand. She began sucking at my tool with her ass, dragging on it, pulling it in, trying to get the sperm to come rising out and shooting up. Again she began to succeed, and again I held back, this time slapping her ass very hard to make her lie still. She relaxed and I brought my legs between hers, forcing her to spread her thighs apart, and then slowly slid my cock out of her ass.

  She gasped and moved her ass around and toward me imploringly, all the while making little simpering noises with her mouth. I reached down and grabbed her snatch, catching the fur in my fingers and twisting it. She cried out in pain and I pulled her cunt toward me, forcing her to raise her ass up and come to her knees. She lay there, her shoulders and face on the floor and the succulent delight of her ass and cunt waving before my eyes. I made four fingers into a single plane and inserted them directly into her hole. At first entry she flinched, and I stopped. I brought my face forward and began biting her ass with gentle teeth, not to hurt her but to loosen her up. I could feel her cunt letting go, and my hand slid in even further, up to the first knuckles, to the second knuckles, and the right up to the palm, and further. I pushed and she made choking sounds until my hand was in up to the joint of my thumb. For a long moment we froze like that, then I began to move my fingers inside her, scratching at her womb, rubbing it, twisting back and forth inside it. I drove my arms forward in a punching movement and punished her cunt with the action. Her response was to move back and impale herself even further on my hand.

  Then I crooked my thumb and inserted it into her asshole, so that now all five fingers were imbedded in her flesh. I made a pincer between my thumb and my other fingers and pulled it tight so that I held her by the membrane which joined asshole to cunt. With that leverage, I twisted and turned and made her stand and then squat. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head down, forcing her mouth to cover my cock once more. And I manipulated the movement of her tongue and lips by remote control as I varied the pleasure and pain levels at her crotch. She sucked on my hard cock, letting herself go into complete abandon. Her lips stretched wide as she slid up and down on the shaft of my cock, the saliva dribbling out from the corners of her mouth; then she was gulping to take the entire shaft in, into her throat, where she convulsed and gripped the head of my prick. Her hair flew wildly and
her eyes were closed, and her ass moved in corkscrew gyrations as I pushed and pulled on the tender openings.

  For the third time she brought me to the point of coming, and for the third time I stopped. I pulled her head off my cock and then rudely popped my fingers out of her holes. She gasped and lay there surprised, her legs akimbo, her breasts flat on her ribcage. I looked at the lush body and flung myself on her. Her face flushed with gratitude and her legs opened and went into the air to receive me. With no jockeying for position, I slid right into her waiting twat. And this time there was no stagecraft. I was hot and ready, and she sucked me in greedily. She pulled my ass into her and worked her hands in such a way as to get the rhythm she wanted out of me. I was glad to oblige. Her cunt worked like her mouth, tightening around my cock and then opening to let me lodge deeper inside her.

  My lips found hers and we breathed into one another’s mouths, our tongues massaging each other. It became all heat and motion, and the fantasy machine in my head was pouring out sheer pictures of reality, shots of me from behind as my ass contracted to thrust my cock into her and relaxed as I drew out, only to plunge again into the hot hole. Her breasts crushed against my chest. Her ass curved, offering her cunt to me. Her arms pulling me into her, forcing me to jam my cock right to the wall of her womb, crashing against it brutally, until from inside me the sperm finally had its moment, and came churning and bubbling up to splash with a great wet burst into her box, when she let out a great sob and flung her pulsating pelvis into mine. Incredibly, we came fully and together, pumping our juices into each other, until there was nothing left and we subsided in one another’s arms.

  We lay that way for a long while, then disengaged. I pulled myself off her and looked down at her body. Her thighs glistened with sweat and my sperm, and her secretions oozed out of the bottom of her cunt. Her mouth was slack, her tongue peeking out to the corner of her lips. She looked as though she didn’t want to move for a long while.