Chapter 3
I got onto my knees and he guided my cock into his wife’s waiting anus. It was tight and hot in there and I fucked it enthusiastically, with Tina bucking and crying out underneath me. I could feel Greg’s hand rubbing her cunt as I did so. “That’s it, he said, “Fuck her anus. Deeper. Don’t worry about hurting her – she loves it!” As he was saying this he had moved up to the top of the bed, positioning himself in front of Tina’s face, and now he slipped his cock into her mouth. For a couple of minutes we settled into a regular rhythm, her body moving back and forth, skewered on our dicks like a pig on a spit. Then I couldn’t hold on any longer and, grabbing her hips, I rammed my crotch against her butt, my cock going as deep in her as possible. She screamed and I came in her bowels. I collapsed on the bed, catching my breath. Tina lay on her stomach, moaning softly. Greg sat next to her and, parting her buttocks, inspected her anus. “Beautiful…” he murmured. “Isn’t that a lovely sight?” I sat up and had a look. Her anus was swollen and dilated and a darker pink than before I had fucked it. He smiled at me, as if I’d given him a wonderful present. He stuck a finger in it and brought it out, glistening, and licked it. Then he pushed both index fingers in and pulled her open as wide as he could, and there was a Woman Of The Houseent of silence as we both stared down into the red, shiny depths of his wife’s rectum, which was now full of my sperm. “How was that?” he asked Tina, smacking her bum lightly. “Good,” she murmured, not looking up. For a while the three of us lay on the bed, Tina between me and Greg, with our arms wrapped around each other, hands wandering playfully over bodies. Then Tina got up and went into the lounge room to get her glanus of wine. When she came back she said, “I think I need to have a shower. Have you guys had enough beer?” It took a Woman Of The Houseent to register what she meant. Greg went to the wardrobe and took out a thick, dark green towel which he spread on the floor next to the bed. Tina reached into the bedside drawer and came out with a very thick dildo – the one I had seen in the video. She knelt on the towel and pushed the dildo into her pussy. When it was deep inside her she took her hands off it, then positioned herself so that the base of the dildo was touching the floor. Looking up at us, she began to rock back and forth gently, pushing the dildo into herself. “Come on,” she said, “bring them over here. Bring my two cocks over.” Once again Greg and I stood in front of her as she played with our dicks. “Oh, they’re so nice. Which one… do I… like best? I can’t decide.” Her eyes were half closed as she enjoyed the dildo in her. “But I know … what I want now. I want you both… to piss on me. God, I’m such a drab. Go on, piss on me. Use me as your toilet.” Greg was the first to manage it. There was a small spurt of pee from his dick, and then a longer stream which he aimed at her face. It hit her forehead and ran down over her mouth, which she opened, and then he pissed directly into her mouth. It was soon full and the piss was bubbling out over her chin. Meanwhile I’d managed to start too, and I pissed into her hair, over her tits and finally into her mouth as well. Tina spluttered as she tried to swallow this flood of urine. She had taken hold of the dildo again and was ramming it hard into herself until, falling onto her back, she made herself gladly with a very loud groan. When she sat up, piss was dripping from her face and hair and running down her body. She looked at me and smiled, then stood up, very unsteadily, still holding the dildo inside her, and sat on the edge of the bed. “That was nice,” she said dreamily. “Such nice dicks. I’d love to see you playing with them.” She looked at us with a sly and wicked grin. “Playing with each other’s, that is.” I looked at Greg and I knew the time had come. I sank to my knees in front of him and, taking his cock between thumb and forefinger, brought the head of it to my lips. I put my mouth around the glans, my tongue flicking it so that I got a slight, tangy taste of pee, and then took about half of it into my mouth and began to suck it. I could hardly believe it – I was finally sucking a cock! I could feel it hardening in my mouth. Soon he was so stiff the head of his dick was red and shiny. Fascinated, I kissed and licked along the shaft, my lips brushing against veins that stuck out like cords, and licked his shaven balls. Tina watched intently, one hand jammed into her crotch. “Do you like that, Greggy? A man is sucking your dick. You like that, don’t you?” “Yes,” he said, “yes “Keep doing it,” she said to me. She knelt beside me and took my dick in her hand and began to masturbate me. “Keep sucking him till he gladlys in your mouth.” I wanted to. I wanted to swallow his sperm. I began to suck his prick in earnest, squeezing it at the base at the same time. He started to groan. Tina was paying as much attention to my own dick, and seemed to know instinctively I like having it pulled really hard. Her curly hair, still wet with piss, stuck to my bare shoulder. I could smell the piss on her. Then I felt Greg tense. His cock, hot in my hand, throbbed. He gasped and I felt his hot sperm squirting onto my tongue, then filling my mouth. Of course I had tasted my own sperm often enough after masturbating so I knew what to expect, but it still felt incredible. I threw my head back, letting the semen run down my throat, and as Tina gave my cock a last good squeeze I came, opening my eyes in time to see my own sperm spurt onto her leg. We all realised without saying anything that that was it for the night. Greg wrapped a towel around his waist and, saying he thought we all needed a bourbon, went and fixed some. Tina threw a towel over herself, although she made no real attempt to cover herself with it, and as we sat sipping out drinks I found myself looking at her swollen, sloppy pussy. I felt uncomfortable there now though and needed to get out. I went into the lounge room and got dressed then, thanking them for a wonderful time, I made my leave. As I walked out of there I felt ashamed of myself for what I’d done. I thought I just wanted to forget all about it, and I would never do anything like it again. But after a few days I started to calm down. I began replaying the whole night through my head as I masturbated. I knew there was nothing wrong with what I’d done, and I knew that I had enjoyed it. I wondered what my womanfriend would think about it if I told her. I wondered if maybe she would like to get involved in something like this. I emailed Greg and Tina, and asked if they would be interested in meeting again. They said they would love to.
