Bisexual Bodybuilders Vol 4

by Emeric Varady

  She also recalled subsequently lying on her back on the bed, with her legs spread whorishly wide, while Adolar knelt on the mattress and sucked her cunt—and Urban, kneeling behind him, licked Adolar’s ass! Adolar’s tongue tapped a steady flow of Kata’s sex syrup, which he lapped up, greedily. She could only imagine what Adolar was feeling, with his muscular young weightlifter friend’s tongue planted in his ass, probing its depths. The shudders which swept through Adolar’s muscular body suggested that he liked having his ass eaten! Just as Urban’s obscene, muffled grunts betrayed how much he was enjoying the feel, the smell, and the taste of his fellow bodybuilder’s ass!

  Even more lewdly, they’d then engaged in a sandwich fuck. Vanessza was fucked by Urban, while Adolar shoved his cock up Urban’s ass and plowed him. Each thrust Adolar made into his buddy’s anus resulted in a corresponding stab of Urban’s stiff prick, deep into Vanessza’s vagina.

  “Ooh, are you in him?” Vanessza had squealed. “Are you in Urban’s ass, Adolar? I know he’s in me! He’s fucking me!”

  “And I’m fucking him, baby,” Adolar had confirmed. “My boy’s ass is mine. Just like your cunt is his! Fuck, goddamn you, both of you! Yeah, all three of us, let’s just fuck!”

  After that, she knew, she’d lost herself in sheer, unrestrained promiscuity—writhing between the two well-built, well-hung, oversexed men, using her mouth and her hands to stimulate them, offering her mouth, her cunt, and her ass to them indiscriminately, for their cocks to violate—! She’d been a total slut! And the worst part of it was, she’d enjoyed every minute of it. Watching Adolar fuck Urban up the ass had turned her on, too, so hotly that her pussy had spasmed spontaneously, treating her to yet another orgasm. That gay shit was a surefire way to get her cunt contracting, in the throes of climactic delight!

  And then, to top it off, her treacherous, juiced-up cunt had wanted cock in it again, fucking her—both guys’ seemingly insatiable cocks, one after the other, screwing her, with bestial, animal lust, remorselessly—!

  This was where a woman had an advantage over a man. She could be banged any number of times, without conceding defeat, so long as there was a stiff prick which was capable of penetrating and filling and fucking her! She’d worn both muscle studs out, she remembered, with lewd pride. She’d fucked them out! By the time she was done with them, they were both limp-dicked, spent, semi-conscious and ready to sink into a well-earned and much-needed, restorative sleep.

  “Too mad Bob couldn’t make it that night. He missed a real orgy. You came so much that your cunt was a natural attraction, like a waterfall,” Adolar reminisced, his voice snapping Vanessza out of her erotic reverie.

  “Okay, I don’t deny it. I admit it. Jesus! Now are you happy, Adolar? Is that overinflated male ego of yours adequately stroked?”

  “More or less. All teasing aside, Vanessza, you seem a bit out of sorts. We ought to be immensely grateful to the boys, for being so attentive, always going out of their way to please us. I don’t know why you felt obligated to badmouth Urban, a moment ago.”

  “Maybe I’m a little jealous—of your feelings for him, and for Bob, too,” Kata blurted out. “Not many women would put up with this shit, you know. Wasting her time in a guy who has a string of male lovers on the side. If it ever came to a pinch, and you had to choose between us—well, I’m not so sure you wouldn’t pick your precious Bob, or Urban, or one or more of your other gym fucks, over me. So maybe I’m feeling a little insecure, just now.”

  “But there’s no need for me to choose.” Adolar sounded uncharacteristically meek. “I can enjoy—and love—you all. You in one way, and men like Urban and Bob and the rest in another way, in a guy way.”

  “A gay way,” Kata said, spitefully.

  “A bi way.”

  “Whatever you say. Be careful. If you wander along those ‘bi ways’ often enough, you may end up getting lost. You may have trouble finding your way back to the ‘promised land’ of pussy. The next pair of sexy panties I buy could have ‘no trespassing’ embroidered on them. That’d serve you right.”

  “Don’t be in a bad mood. It makes me feel guilty, when I see you this uptight, and I know I’m responsible for it.”

  “I’ll get over it. I always do.”

  “Yes, you’re very forgiving. Very tolerant. And you know, Vanessza, my love, we don’t have to invite Mirella and Tibor over.”

  “Oh, yes, we do. I’m not going to risk you getting frustrated here at home, and going roaming, looking for some action I won’t know about!”

  Vanessza and Adolar invited the other couple to come their place on Friday evening, for drinks. When Tibor and Mirella showed up, Vanessza was amused by Adolar’s efforts to play the part of the gracious host. Actually, he wasn’t bad at it, despite his moments of clumsiness. He served some wine, an excellent cabernet sauvignon, and everyone drank freely and appreciatively of it.

  From the start, Adolar and Tibor hit it off together, famously.

  “It’s so exciting to meet you,” Tibor gushed. “Damn, your physique is even more impressive in person that it looks in your photos! You’re looking large and in charge, dude.”

  “I’m getting good and pumped up, for the next contest—and my next video,” Adolar said.

  “Oh, wow! I’d love to hear some of your stories, about what must go on during a porn shoot.”

  Some bawdy talk ensued. After Adolar had shared a few choice anecdotes about the porn business, the conversation turned, perhaps not quite coincidentally, to the subject of sexual openness.

  “I think complete sexual freedom is important in any relationship,” Mirella declared, at one point. “To keep things from becoming stale. Jealousy—possessiveness—expectations of exclusiveness—all of those things are so outmoded and archaic. They’re relics of a paternalistic society. Women should feel free to be every bit as sexually liberated as men. And labels—straight, gay, even bi—they’re limiting. It’s all sex, and it’s all good.”

  “Oh, I couldn’t agree more,” Adolar avowed. “Why don’t we take this discussion into my bedroom, where we can put it to some practical applications?” he suggested, in a suave, insinuating tone of voice. “I’m sure we’d all be more comfortable in there.”

  Once all four of them were in the bedroom, there was no more pretense that they were going to continuing behaving in a reasonably civilized manner. They all just stood there for a moment, though, anticipating what might soon be taking place on the waiting bed. Two men, and two women, all sexually charged up—the atmosphere seemed thick with erotic tension, the very air suffused with a palpable lewd anticipation!

  “I’m still not used to participating in a real orgy,” Mirella purred, seductively. “I’m not sure quite how to proceed.”

  “Vanessza has been telling us that you two girls are very—close,” Adolar said, suggestively, with a leer.

  Mirella smiled at him.

  “If you’re talking about possible girl-on-girl, lesbo action,” she replied, “that’s right. We’re gal pals. And we’re ready to make love to each other—aren’t we, Vanessza? We’ll prove to you guys that we don’t require your precious penises, to get off.”

  “Don’t need us men, huh?” Tibor inquired.

  “Oh, you have your uses, sometimes,” was Vanessza’s flippant response. “But we women can be resourceful, too.”

  Tibor was a bold, uninhibited man, when it came to sex. But in Adolar, he seemed to have met his match. The lusty Mr. Hungary behaved as though they were on a porn set, getting ready to perform. He didn’t hesitate to make a suggestion which some couples might have found outrageous, especially upon such short acquaintance.

  “How about a demonstration of some lesbo action, ladies?” Adolar asked. “I’d like to watch that—and I bet Tibor would get off on it, too.”

  “Why not? I’m game, if Mirella is.” Glancing at Mirella, Vanessza saw that the other young woman was offering no objections. In fact, her eyes lit up with anticipation! “You want a sho
w?” Vanessza asked the two men. “Come on, then!”

  Wantonly, she pulled her elegant cashmere sweater up under her breasts, and then she worked it over her head, down her arms, and off. Next, she unfastened her brassiere and tossed it aside, baring her breasts.

  “Jesus, you’ve got a great pair of boobs!” Tibor swore under his breath. He was losing his shyness around women rapidly as Vanessza stood before him, stripped to the waist, a sexy sight in her tight skirt, hose, and heels.

  She unzipped the skirt and pushed it down her thighs, exposing her brief, transparent panties, which left very little to the imagination—especially when she seated herself on the edge of the bed and reached down first to slip off her shoes, and then to unroll her stockings down her legs and pull them off. Standing up again, Vanessza ran her hand down over the crotch of her panties and rubbed her mons veneris for Tibor and Adolar’s benefit—but also, not so incidentally, for Mirella’s. Then she began peeling the panties down her slim, sculptured legs and off, exposing herself completely. Her pussy seemed to wink at Tibor, in wanton invitation.

  “Aw, shit! You’re a natural redhead, aren’t you, Vanessza? And—holy fucking Christ! What a body!” Tibor exclaimed.

  “And I’m not shy about showing it off, as you can see,” Vanessza told him.

  “Oh, Adolar, you lucky bastard!” Tibor groaned. “Your wife is beautiful!”

  “You’re very gallant, kind sir,” Vanessza told Tibor, with a sultry, seductive laugh.

  Adolar turned to Mirella. “And you? Are you shy?”

  “Not at all.” To prove it, Mirella began to strip, too, dropping one item of her chic designer clothing after another onto the floor.

  When she was as naked as Vanessza was, she stepped up to the other woman and embraced her, with a complete lack of self-consciousness which only turned on the two men more. Vanessza groaned, her body tensing, when she felt the gentle pressure of Mirella’s warm lips and tongue on her left nipple. The cone got hard at once, and so did its rosy partner when Mirella’s hand moved to it. Vanessza shivered in response to the stimulation. The sensual redhead cupped the delicious blonde’s beautifully rounded ass cheeks in her hands and she pulled Mirella close to her, so that their breasts and bellies rubbed together in intimate, glowing contact.

  Moans and whimpers of awakening passion escaped from the two girls’ parted lips as thighs opened and closed in restless, tremulous response, as lips touched breasts and other lips, as hands sought, found, and fondled flesh in caressing strokes. Vanessza’s brilliantly colored hair cascaded around her head in a scarlet-gold shower when she bent over suddenly and she let her tongue run along the entire length of Mirella’s torso from throat to crotch, tracing every soft curve of the other woman’s superb figure and leaving a wet, glistening trail behind.

  Mirella’s fingers slipped between her lesbian lover’s creamy thighs, brushed over the red-furred pussy slit, and they invaded the damp, yielding warmth of the cunt opening which lay hidden beneath the sleek patch of pubic fur. Vanessza’s labia quivered in response to her friend’s insistent yet tender touch, so different from the way a man’s hand would explore a woman’s private parts. She could already feel the sweet wetness of arousal seeping out of her cunt. Her entire body felt hot, alive, responsive.

  “Oh, Mirella—darling—touch me some more. Make me feel good. Play with my pussy and my tits,” the redhead begged. “Oh, yes! Do it just like that!”

  “This is so fucking hot,” Adolar gasped.

  “Oh, tell me about it, man! It’s sheer fucking torture. I’m so hard. I’m dripping cum. I may pop my wad, just from looking at this! Mirella, baby, spread her legs some more so we can see her cunt,” Tibor pleaded.

  Mirella obeyed.

  “Wait, you two horny bastards,” Vanessza said, addressing the two ogling men. “There are rules to this game! You’re going to have to get naked, too. Having a couple of hot men’s bodies to look at while I’m making love to a beautiful woman—that’s my idea of a really fun time! You guys can jerk off while you watch, if you want to. But don’t either of you dare come. Save that for when Mirella and I are finished, and we let you join us.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Adolar agreed. “I’m never one to argue with a lady.”

  He and Tibor quickly got undressed.

  Then, for the time being, the girls took little or no notice of the two nude male onlookers, so caught up were they with each other. Nude, Tibor and Adolar dropped their hands to their groins and began to play with themselves, getting their penises hard and stroking them, neither guy bothering to be at all furtive about it.

  “Vanessza, honey—I’m so hot and wet down there for you—I need you to give me some loving, and I need it real bad!” Mirella declared.

  “Let’s eat each other,” Vanessza suggested, heatedly. Mirella’s stroking, stabbing fingers were igniting lambent fires in her cunt.

  “God damn, what a couple of gorgeous, sexy, pussy-eating dykes,” Adolar grunted.

  “There’s nothing dykey about either me or Mirella,” Vanessza retorted. “We may be part-time lesbos, but we’re still all woman! Quite femme.”

  Adolar laughed. “I stand corrected, my love.”

  Masturbating even more vigorously, Adolar ogled the two nude girls, who had gotten onto the bed. All the lights in the bedroom were turned on and ablaze, and in the strong illumination the two writhing female bodies were a vivid, utterly erotic spectacle against the bedsheets, on which they lay in a dual pose of unrestrained abandon. Their heads were between each other’s sleek, parted thighs. Their tongues lashed out at each other’s stiffening clits. Their hands ran rapidly over breasts, buttocks, stomachs, backs, and shuddering thighs. Vanessza’s rosier complexion contrasted perfectly with Mirella’s delicate pallor as their limbs enmeshed to form a complex interplay of squirming female flesh.

  Mirella’s lithe, wet, eel-like tongue slithered into Mirella’s tight-clenched pussy slit, slid up inside the delicate fleshy groove, and stabbed at the redhead’s prominent clit, transforming that little love button into a hotbed of sexual sensation and tempestuous desire. Vanessza, with her arms wrapped around the other girl’s slim waist, gave as good as she was getting. She ate pussy like the experienced sapphic adventurer she was, and she was inflamed all the more by the realization that the two naked muscle men were watching her and Mirella’s every lewd move—and obviously getting off on what they saw. The two guys’ fists pumped with a machinelike regularity on their stiff pricks, and they were wide-eyed, breathing hard, and perspiring.

  Vanessza’s lips were smeared with Mirella’s lubrications, and, judging by the way the blonde girl labored excitedly between Vanessza’s rapidly expanding and contracting labia, Mirella was getting as much love syrup in her own mouth as Vanessza was. The taste was intoxicating, and Vanessza was in lesbian heaven as she ate that sweet, hot cunt which seethed and steamed in response to her slightest touch. A nonstop litany of encouragements, compliments, and cheers reached her ears from the two men who stood beside the bed, masturbating.

  “God damn it, this is almost enough to make me turn straight,” Tibor whimpered.

  “Eat her out, baby! Make her come!” Adolar told his wife.

  “Goddamn it, I’m just about ready to blast off myself, just from watching this sexy shit!”

  “Save it, buddy, just like Vanessza said. Don’t shoot. Save it for the girls!”

  “My fucking balls are aching, man. What a pair of sexy broads!”

  “You’re telling me! I guess all women have a little bisexual in them. Just like all guys do!”

  “I don’t doubt it. These two sure know how to get into it with each other. Aw, shit, dude! I want to fuck that hot redheaded wife of yours.”

  “I want to fuck both of them! How about it, Vanessza? You want to get screwed, after you and Mirella are done with each other?”

  Tibor snickered. “She can’t talk right now. She has her mouth full!”

  “Christ, I’m hot!”

>   “Me, too. Yeah, hurry up, girls. Make each other come! I could sure use a hot mouth or a hot pussy around my cock.”

  “So, could I. Better come fast, girls, before we guys get so horny we start fucking each other.”

  “This is better than any lesbian porn video I’ve ever seen.”

  “Which of them has the bigger tits, would you say, buddy—Mirella, or Vanessza?”

  “Vanessza, but then she’s taller. Mirella has a nice rack, too, though. And she’s got a beautiful ass on her.”

  “My friend, that Mirella of yours is a beautiful piece of ass. But so’s my Vanessza. Hard to choose between them,” Adolar declared.

  “Look at them go! Shit—I think Vanessza is about ready to come!”

  “Yeah, it sure looks like it. Eat cunt, you gorgeous bitches! Lick and suck those pussies! Get it on!”

  “They’re both just about there, I can tell! They’re both going to come! God damn, I’m going to go right out of my fucking mind, man! I can’t stand it any longer. I’m too fucking hot!”

  “Yeah, it’s almost too good, too much! A guy could just about die from frustration, watching this, jerking off, but not letting himself shoot. It can’t be healthy to hold it in like this—!”

  “They’re coming! They’re doing it, they’re there! Look, dude, can’t you tell?”

  “Yeah, I’ve seen enough broads go off to know an orgasm when I see it. Look at that bitch’s ass move! Her tits, jiggling! And her cunt—it’s flexing like hell!”

  “Come! Come, both of you! Come at the same time! That’s what we want to see!”

  “They’re doing it. What a sight!”

  “Fuck! Too much, man—it’s just too much!”

  “Jesus, will you look at that—?”

  Vanessza didn’t hear the rest of the lewd running commentary. Her ears rang as the blood rushed to her temples and flooded her brain, pounding in her head in time to her trip-hammering pulse. She felt herself approaching the brink of a truly stupendous orgasm, and hurtling down into the bottomless depths and darkness of the chasm which seemed to yawn up at her from below. The bed spun beneath her sweaty, writhing body. Her vision blurred. Her clit jerked convulsively against the underside of Mirella’s swabbing tongue as the blonde girl let out a series of sharp, loud gasps and whimpers, which betrayed only too clearly her own imminent explosion.