by Doris Joe
Mandy had absolutely no idea what it was until Gloria fetched the final component and twisted it into the socket.
"Jesus! What the hell do you want me to do with this?"
The woman got the big dong lubed up. It was every bit as thick as her husband and a bit longer. "What do you think?" She laid back across the bed, her head resting near Cindy's who was getting seriously fucked on the other side. "You're going to take that fit young body of yours and fuck me like it's a triathlon. I want you to fucking sweat. I want you to exhaust yourself pounding away at my cunt."
She leaned forward to grab the fake cock and pulled it to her groin. "I want you to fuck me longer and harder than any man ever could." Mandy watched the fake cock's fat head slither between the other woman's pussy lips. She felt her own spasm in empathy. This must have been what William saw as he entered her own tight slit.
Well, except Wendy had a tight little seam and Gloria a fleshy, yawning maw of glistening pink lust. Gloria hooked a foot behind the girl's ass, yanked on the rubber appendage and sunk all ten inches into her body. In a trice, the girl felt the hair of the woman's furry mound tickling her flat stomach. "Think you can do that for me?" Gloria asked, grinding herself on the base of the toy.
Mandy's mouth was dry and her ears were ringing with tension. Glo's lush body was wrapped around her cock and was literally begging to be fucked. Without thought, the coed hooked her arms over the swinger's thighs and hitched her pelvis up firmly. "Oh. I'm all the way inside you!" she said in wonder. On one level, there was no sensation through the fake cock. But there was a visceral visual and conceptual something happening. Mandy's just-fucked pussy pulsed. Her little clit throbbed hard under the harness.
She breathed deep, tits feeling tight. Gloria saw her blink slowly and as she opened her eyes, her nostril's flared.
Then the volleyball player pulled her hips back half a foot and lunged forward hard. "Yeah! That's it, again. Show Billy how much my pussy can take."
Mandy didn't need to be told twice. She went wild. Gloria laughed and cried, "Oh shit. Yes! Make me cum! Pound me into hamburger!" William was giving the younger Falon a good solid fuck which had her screaming and creaming very nicely. He was especially delighted with the way her big, young tits were bouncing around on her chest. His cock was pulsing, hard and hot with pride and lust; a stud in his element.
But as he watched the action unfold on the other side of the bed, even Cindy's jumping puppies were forgotten. And as Mandy's initial hard thrusts evolved into a pounding marathon, he knew his wife was going to get exactly what she was begging for.
"Jesus," he muttered simply and came hard against the girl's womb. Gloria twisted her head back to look her husband in the eye while the powerful young woman slammed her into the bed over and over again. Her eyes were wide, almost crazed. Her fat tits were slapping her in the face with every impact. And the experienced swinger laughed and giggled and panted. "See baby? Oh god, the fucking thing's hitting my womb so good. Shit," she couldn't say anymore as she came.
Mandy faltered for a moment as Gloria went stiff. "Don't stop!" she shrieked. Her legs held the girl in the place. "That was just the starter's pistol girl. This race ain't over until YOU give up." Mandy resumed, fucking at an even more accelerated pace. "Come on girl. Make this the hardest, longest work-out of your life. I wanna cum until I can't remember my name. I want you to sweat. I want your muscles to ache for weeks."
She paused and shuddered as she came again. "Let's see which of us passes out first," she cackled. William extricated himself from Cindy's flooded pussy, making sure to swing her legs around to keep her on the bed. The girl had cum herself into a fugue and felt like a heap of jello. She managed to turn her head just enough to watch her sister jackhammer Mrs. McCoy's groin.
Billy propped his ass on the nightstand, catching his breath. He tried to wipe the sweat from his face. He did not fail to notice that the slender girl power-fucking his wife was neither sweating nor apparently even breathing hard. "Jesus," he muttered again.
After a couple of minutes, he made his way around the bed and stood near Mandy's side, watching. Gloria smiled at him, catching a breath between climaxes. "So, who do you think will win, honey? Your wife's old cunt or this fit young thing's muscles?"
William pursed his lips in thought. "Sorry, babe, I don't think you have a chance. You always talk a big game but we both know it only takes about five or six willing cocks to tucker you out." He stepped closer and clasped Mandy's pumping ass. "Dandy Mandy here's gonna give you way more than that." He leaned in close and spoke to the coed. "But here, change it up a little. Force her legs back and bend over her. Yeah, like that. Now reach down and grab a fist full of those gorgeous tits."
Silent but bright-eyed, a hint of a snarl curling her lips, the girl did as she was told. She folded the swinger's lush and flexible body over itself and sank her hands into her yielding chest. "Oh god", Gloria moaned, the ten-inch dildo reaching even deeper now. Chuckling evilly, Billy got on the bed and roused Cindy. "Come on girl. You got a pussy full of love you need to give my bride." At his urging, she got to her knees and straddled Gloria's head. Even while mid-climax, the lusty woman's tongue slipped into her dripping hole in seconds.
Mandy watched her sister giggle and squirm on the woman's face. She gripped her big tits harder and bared her teeth. She spoke for the first time in quite a while. "Such a dirty fucking slut."
She could have meant either of the other females. Or perhaps even herself.
William sat back and watched for a time, toying with his very soft cock, wishing he had started a timer to know just how long the two of them would make it. After cumming twice on his wife's face, the younger Falon girl fell over back on the bed in a daze. William got back on the bed and looked down at Gloria's glazed face. He bent and caught her lips with his and kissed her deeply.
When he pulled away smiling he said to Mandy, "Let's turn her over on her knees."
The three of them managed to work Gloria around without the strap-on coming free. Billy got up and slapped her ass hard. "There, ride that big ass for a while."
He noticed that there was finally a bit of sweat forming in the girl's cleavage and brow. He nonchalantly walked out of the bedroom.
When he returned, Gloria was moaning. "God, it's so deep. Please, don't stop."
He had a towel over his shoulder and a bottle of Gatorade in his hand. He put it to Mandy's lips. "Drink up."
The girl didn't slow her hips down at all. Quite a bit of blue drink dribbled down her chin and body. The towel wasn't meant for that but laughing, he cleaned her up anyway. He indulged himself and watched the girl closely. Every part of her body was involved. Biceps bunched as she pulled Gloria's thick hips. Flat stomach tense, holding her upright. Thighs and calves were rigid and in constant motion. Her hard, narrow ass clenched with each lunge.
He made himself comfortable at the head of the bed, leaning on the headboard. He dragged Cindy up to lay against him, between his legs. He had easy access to all her charms. Casually, he rested his palm on one breast and laid his fingers along the sloppy grooves of her clam.
"Pretty amazing, isn't it?" he asked no one in particular.
Cindy was watching along with him but took a moment to respond. "She isn't slowing down at all, is she? Makes my womb shiver just watching it."
Cindy wasn't completely correct. Mandy had slowed a little, though her thrusts had lost none of their power. Gloria was not longer really climaxing; she was simply in a state of constant euphoria.
Mandy stayed on her feet at the side of the bed. Standing really was the best position for a good strong fuck. But Gloria turned onto her back and onto her knees and even her side for a time. A good thirty minutes passed. William had said he expected the young woman and rubber dong to outlast his wife but he was nevertheless impressed by both of them. Gloria never passed out or really even stopped moving back against the athletic, driven girl.
With the curvy little Cindy in his lap,
shamelessly letting his hands do whatever they wanted and the spectacle before him, William's knew his own toy would soon begin to revive. Doctor Gerard, this is Mrs. Brown, our client for the next two days.” Julienne introduced me to a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties. Her short black haired, brown eyes and pale skin oozed sensuality but her droopy shoulders tried to hide her firm breasts and sexuality.
“Good morning. Please, come in and make yourself comfortable.” I took Mrs. Brown’s hand and led her to the couch. She wore her conservative grey business suit, designer shoes and handbag like a suit of armour against the temptations of the world. Her dark eyes were wide with shock, switching between Julienne and me. I gathered that the reaction must be the way we were dressed, or rather undressed. Apparently, no one told her about the way we conduct business at Centaur Centre.
This was the second year of our exclusive sex therapy clinic in the Magaliesberg Mountain Range outside Johannesburg, South Africa. The high crime rate, the corruption, the wealth available to the greedy and the pace to keep up with the Joneses or in most cases the Morekis, had a detrimental effect on the libido of the rich. That’s where we came in.
Julienne and I fell in lust at a boring sex therapy conference in Cape Town three years ago. I couldn’t keep my gaze off this beautiful goddess, clothed in a short green summer dress with spaghetti straps that accentuated her green eyes. I sat one row behind and to her left and saw the soft curves of her breast spilling over the dress. My cock agreed with the assessment and sprang to attention at the sight. I wasn’t the only man at the conference with a hard-on for this sex goddess.
No one could ever miss Julienne in a crowd. She is 5’10”, has long flaming red hair, long, strong legs and the face of a beauty queen. Her lips were invitingly sexy with a ready smile that would make any nerdish man feel like a stud.
We met during lunch on the first day, airing our grievances about the direction the conference was going, another HIV/AIDS prevention campaign. We decided not to return to the conference after lunch but start our own conference in Julienne’s room.
As we rode up alone in the glass elevator, we tore at each other’s clothes. When we passed the second floor, I slipped the straps over her tanned shoulders and dropped the dress to the floor. She wore nothing underneath. Her full rounded breasts were firm, her hard nipples begging for attention. But I ignored them, I had to get a better look at my future sex partner and before I released my own passion. Her flat stomach sloped down in a vee to her shaved pussy mound. Her clit protruded between the glistening folds of her cunt. Her long legs were spread out, begging me to fuck her.
By the fourth floor, I dropped to my knees as Julienne tore off my blue short-sleeve shirt and pressed my blond head against her pussy. Hungrily, I lapped at her juices, parting her lips with my darting tongue. I loved the smoothness of her mound, leaving any lover unobtrusive access to the centre of the world. Past the seventh floor, I was sucking on her clit and pussylips as if my life depended on it.
When we shot past the tenth floor, Julienne tore off my Dockers trousers, leaving me naked, standing 6’3” in my shoes. I never wear underwear, a hindrance in the build up towards any good fuck. As we approach the 14th floor, I had my 8-inch cock deep in her pussy, pumping into her velvety smooth insides, her beautiful tits bouncing up and down. At the 20th floor, Julienne threw her legs over my arms as we both reached our climaxes. For a moment, I wondered if anybody saw us fucking. As the door opened at the 25th floor, our stop, I retrieved the keys and wallet from my trousers and with arms locked, we walked down to her room, naked. Julienne threw her small purse over her shoulder and kissed me on the mouth. The young couple waiting at the elevator door stared dumbfounded at our naked backsides. Their gasps told me that they must have seen my cum dripping from Julienne’s pussy, running down her legs. My cock was ready for another session.
The rest of that week, we never left the room, fucked like there was no tomorrow and made plans for our own therapy centre. We ordered room service and always answered the door naked. Once a young female waitress, Patty, enquired about us and when we told her we’re qualified sex therapists, she sat down and for an hour talked about her sexual problems.
"I'm so fucking confused. I want to fuck women but need a cock in my cunt,” she said, lusting after our nakedness. My cock throbbed and I saw Julienne touched her pussy. Her fingers came away wet. What followed came naturally. While we talked about bisexuality, Julienne undressed Patty. Laying Patty on the bed and letting her legs dangle over the side, Julienne sucked the girl’s tits, taking each teat in her mouth. Patty squirmed as Julienne moved down to her pussy. Patty then grabbed my cock, twirled her tongue around the purple helmet before she took it in her mouth. She sucked on my cock while Julienne inserted two fingers deep in Patty’s wet tunnel.
“Bisexuality is a good alternative choice to hetero or homosexuality,” I said as I saw Julienne’s sexual expertise on a woman. “It doubles your pleasure.” Opening Patty’s nether lips with two fingers, Julienne sucked on her clit while she pushed her chin into Patty’s dripping wet cunt opening. The attention to her slit of joy was too much for the girl. As she came, she took my sword to the hilt. The whimpers from within her vibrated on my cock, sending tremors of absolute bliss through my shaft.
As Julienne and I switched places, Julienne said: “Bisexuality also assures that no one is left out during a threesome.” Kneeling on the floor, I ran my engorged cockhead up and down Patty’s dripping cunt before I pushed deep inside her tight pussy. Julienne sat on Patty’s mouth, facing me. I played with Julienne’s beautiful tits, while I increased the speed of my pumping hips. I could see that Patty wasn’t a virgin in giving head to a woman. Julienne’s knees buckled as I tweaked her nipples and Patty stuck her tongue into Julienne. It wasn’t long before Julienne came with a shudder. I slammed hard into Patty’s pussy and felt her pussy walls gripping my cock as she came again. By now, my cock was a single pleasure nerve and the slightest touch or movement rocked my being. I pulled out and squirted my male milk onto the two blissful women. Afterwards, Julienne licked the cum off Patty’s tits, sending waves of joy through our first client. Patty reciprocated and between licks said: “Fuck it, you’re both very good.” Patty turned her attention back to my semi-hard cock. She softly stroked it. “You fucked away my doubts. How much do I owe you?”
“Nothing, darling,” said Julienne. “We owe you for the food and sex.”
“Most of all,” I chipped in. “We owe you for showing us the way.”
We knew then what we wanted to do and how we’re going to make our future a pleasurable one. We were married within a week and within a year saved enough money to start our venture. That was why Julienne received Mrs. Brown wearing nothing but black high heels shoes, and her lovely smile. I knew what Mrs. Brown saw when she looked at me: a tall blond and well-built hunk with an eight-inch cock, ready for action. I had no hair on my overall tanned body. My thick shoulder-length hair made up for it. I also removed my pubic hair to create a smooth, sexy and fuckable sex god. I know my strengths and weaknesses; that is why I use my strengths at work, to the advantage of others.
As Mrs. Brown sat down, Julienne took her place next to me on another couch facing our client. Julienne did an excellent job decorating our house/centre in a homely way, warm and inviting, without the trappings of wealth our clients are used to. We wanted neutral ground for our clients, without the pressures of their own worlds. Most of all, we became very comfortable with our nudity, even when people like Mrs. Brown are shocked.
“Haven’t you read our brochure or spoke to the person when you made the appointment?” Julienne asked the stunned Mrs. Brown.
“No, no. A friend, Tanya F….”
“No real names, please, Mrs. Brown,” I interrupted. “We like to keep confidentiality.” “Eh, Mrs. Black made the appointment,” continued Mrs. Brown. “She never mentioned that you would be na.., nak…” “Naked?” corrected Julienne. “If you are not comfortable w
ith the state of our dress, you can always leave.” Julienne smiled at her. “We will not charge you for the morning.” She leaned forward and touched Mrs. Brown on the arm.
We didn’t often get referrals like this, and we never forced anyone to participate in anything against their will. The therapy was voluntary, and the client must have the desire, the leverage to change. Mrs. Brown shared a little of her background with us. She was of two minds. Nothing in her protected world of old wealth prepared her for this. Her conservative husband wanted a whore in bed but a saint during the day. She didn’t or couldn’t meet his demands. She confined in Mrs. Black, who then recommended us without informing her about the small print. At least Julienne and I will have two days to ourselves.
“No!” Mrs. Brown sat up straight. “I must confess that I was shocked at first, appalled at your nudity.” She shifted in her chair. “But I find your honesty and appearance very stimulating.” She blushed. “I think I am getting wet between my, you know, legs.”
“As you can see, I’m also dripping,” said Julienne, opening her legs for Mrs. Brown to see the wetness seeping through her pussylips. Mrs. Brown stole a quick glance at Julienne’s cunt before she tore her gaze away. But Julienne would not let her off that easily. She took Mrs. Brown’s hand and put it between her naked legs. Mrs. Brown hand shook with anticipation as she tentatively sneaked out a finger towards Julienne’s pussy. As she touched my wife’s wet pussylips, she pulled away as if stung by a bee. Again, Julienne forced Mrs. Brown’s hand between her legs and kept it there. This time, Mrs. Brown slid a finger between the pussy folds and moved it up and down the slit.
I moved to sit next Mrs. Brown, to tell her it was okay. She grabbed my cock and held onto it for dear life, squeezing the blood from my tool. Was this the way this woman is going to treat my cock? I wondered. Suddenly, she let go of my aching penis, pulled her finger from Julienne, and stood up. She started to unbutton her jacket and threw it on a chair.