Holding her ass-cheeks spread in his hands, Al placed his crimson prick-knob directly against her tiny asshole. Suddenly Ellen froze, realizing too late what was going to happen.
"Wait! I've never been -- aaaaaaaaagh!"
He lunged forward with massive power, fucking her hot, squirming asshole almost to the hilt, he just held his prick in there firmly for a minute while the girl cried and shuddered and clawed at the tiled wall with her fingers.
"It's gonna be all right," he told her soothingly, his hands rubbing her silky ass-flesh. "I'll say you never, honey! That's tight, very nice. Now it'll only hurt for a minute or so, Ellen, and after that you'll love it forever."
He began fucking her creamy ass, cautiously at first, fucking deeper by degrees, gasping at the fiery, wriggling sensations of her juicy asshole. He played with her tits and kissed the nape of her neck meanwhile to ease her pain, but, as far as Ellen was concerned, someone had rammed a blazing two-by-four up her tender ass.
The agony was like white-hot fire up her bowels, and yet, even as she screamed and sobbed and as Al fucked his massive prick deep in her trembling ass, Ellen felt a wild undercurrent of depraved joy.
This was even wilder than a spanking! The sensations were different, much harsher and more painful, but the idea was the same. Pure punishment! In fact, Ellen got so feverishly aroused that she began wiggling her hips, moving back slightly to meet his brutal strokes.
"Unnng! Oh, God, it's ripping me in two, Al! I love it! I love it! Yes, fuck my ass harder, wowwwwwwww! Faster! Gonna come, hurts goooooooood! Oh!"
She even startled him with her sudden passion, and, in less than a minute, the dark haired switch-hitter was slamming her ass back in a fever of lust, feeling his searing cock fuck deep into her tender bowels with furious power.
In an act of kindness, Al slid one hand over her belly down to her cunt. He slipped a finger inside and finger-fucked her as he fucked her soft ass, until Ellen was trickling cunt-honey down his fingers. She let out a high keening cry of ecstasy and pure anguish as he started coming up her ass.
As soon as her bowels started flooding with his hot, gushing come, Ellen realized that she no longer needed Sandy. The stinging wet fire up her ass was so thrilling to her, made her feel so humble and weak, that it surpassed any spanking Al's wife could give her.
Al had done something for her that Sandy couldn't possibly do, not even artificially with her colossal dildo.
As Al kept spurting his thick cream up her ravaged ass, a subtle but profound change took place in Ellen's mind. She couldn't put her finger on it yet, but it was an idea, an exciting discovery she had to think over.
Hugging her tits in his hands, Al's powerful strokes gradually subsided as the last trickle of his jism oozed into her asshole. Sighing with satisfaction, he slipped out his cock, wincing as she purposely flexed her asshole.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he said.
"Oh, Christ," moaned Ellen, twitching violently. "My ass feels like raw hamburger! But I liked it!"
Finishing their shower, they toweled each other dry. Al decided he would definitely use her as a steady fuck. Only once or twice a week, though, because he had Sandy and Linda to keep happy, too. As long as his faithful cock held out, he'd keep them all properly fucked.
"I gotta go," Al told her, slipping on his clothes.
Still naked, Ellen lit a cigarette, wondering if she ought to tell Al after all. If she did, she might never see him again. But Sandy deserved it! Think she could toss Ellen aside once she got tired of her, did she?
"About Sandy," Ellen said, sitting on the sofa and drawing up one knee to dig a heel into the seat.
"Ah, that's okay," Al grinned. "I realize it was only an excuse, Ellen. What the hell, I get so horny sometimes I could scream. I understand."
He lied with ease, trying to soothe her dignity.
"It was not an excuse," she said firmly. She stared directly into his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Go into my bedroom and look in the top drawer of my dresser. Everything on the right-hand side belongs to Sandy. Bring them in here, Al."
Frowning, Al finished dressing, wondering what Ellen's game was. He went to her dresser, opened the drawer and took out some items, examining them.
There were three or four pairs of panties. They were crotchless with lacy, erotic figures in various fucking positions in the intricate design. Peering closer, Al was startled to see the figures were women. Eating each other! And finger-fucking each other, too, sucking on each other's tits.
There was a picture of his wife, in her bathing suit. He'd never seen it before. There was a massive dildo, with a harness so it could be worn. And a short-handled, vicious-looking black whip. With coiled cords of nylon beneath.
There were some strange-looking knotted scarves, too.
Feeling bewildered, Al brought the stuff into the living room and dumped it on the sofa next to the naked girl. He shook his head.
"What is this crap? I don't get it."
"I'll spell it out for you, Al," Ellen said in a low voice. Her eyes blazed with vengeance. "It all belongs to your wife. Sandy and I are lovers. Or I should say were, until last night."
Al blinked his eyes, trying to understand. "Are you fucking crazy, lady? You're talking about my wife!"
"I'm talking about my ex-girlfriend," Ellen said in a low whisper, tears coming to her eyes. "You'd better sit down, Al. I'll start from the beginning."
Slowly, he sat down, his eyes never leaving her face, not even to glance at her softly panting tits or pink, exposed pussy. For twenty minutes Ellen spoke in a low, rapid voice, pausing to sob now and then. At first, Al told himself the girl was downright crazy. Not neurotic or sexually frustrated, just nuts.
But after a while he knew she had to be telling the truth. There were things she knew about his wife that only he was supposed to know. Like the birthmark on her inner thigh, right near her cunt. The way Sandy would give off low, deep groans that were eerie when she started to come.
Not only that, but watching the girl's face intently, he could sense that every word was the naked truth.
Al slumped back in his seat and chewed his lip, trying to digest the shocking information. He was stunned.
"I had to tell you," Ellen finished, wiping her eyes. "I'm sorry, Al. Are you mad at me?"
He blinked his eyes at her. "What for? It's not your doing." He suddenly felt the need for a good stiff drink, not a beer. He got up and headed for the door.
"I'll call you," he told Ellen. "I've got to figure things out."
"Sure," Ellen nodded, walking up to him.
"I'm here if you want me. Anytime, Al. Day or night."
"Yeah, sure," he muttered and shut the door behind him.
In a daze, he got on his motorcycle, kicked it over and took off in a roar. He headed for a bar near the beach. Once there, he ordered three straight shots and lined them up on his table in a booth. He tossed one off and thought hard. Then he tossed another one off and thought same more. When he finished the third, he ordered three more.
In her apartment, Ellen slumped on the sofa, feeling a strange tumult of emotions. She was deeply fulfilled, Al's thick come still tickling her tender ass and glowing pussy. She felt rotten in one way, because she'd told Al about Sandy. In another way, she felt vicious and triumphant.
But the biggest bonus she'd gotten out of the sudden orgy of sex, aside from Al's mammoth hard-on, was something she realized about Sandy. Sandy had been teaching her all this time. The student nurse no longer felt the need to be spanked and bound and whipped. She'd actually been learning all those bizarre, kinky tricks from the hot brunette as a sort of undergraduate course.
Now it was Ellen's turn to do the spanking and whipping and teasing.
All she had to do was find another innocent, trusting girl like she'd been a year ago.
As soon as she recovered from the wanton combination of Sandy's mad lips and fingers and Al's huge prick!
At nineteen, Ellen wa
s growing up fast, destined to become the hottest switch-hitter in town someday. But in the meantime, her ass still felt like raw hamburger!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Al bided his time quietly that weekend. He didn't betray the slightest hint to Sandy that he knew about her lusty hunger for girls, or her secret sex life. It wasn't easy, but he had always prided himself on keeping his cool.
One impact the news had on him was his lust for the ripely curved brunette. Sandy looked more desirable and sexy than ever to him now, and he fucked her, to her great delight, almost unceasingly through the weekend.
He'd been scheming to get his passionate wife interested in a three-way with another girl, and she'd beaten him to the punch behind his back. Too, he had to admire her smooth act. All this time she'd been spanking and sucking and fucking a juicy young cunt on the side, and she had acted more like the I wholesome, faithful wife than ever.
The main reason Al decided to wait was timing. He wanted his gorgeous sister and Sandy in bed with him at the same time. That wasn't possible over the weekend because Linda's husband spent every spare moment with her.
He could have forced a three-way with Ellen, but he preferred his lust-crazed sister. Besides, Sandy had dumped the student nurse and it would be awkward. He would fuck Ellen on the side once or twice a week, keep her on the string for now.
Chances were that she would pick up another girlfriend of her own and Al could pull the same stunt Sandy had pulled on him in a way -- carrying on with Ellen and another piece of cute pussy behind her back.
Another reason Al waited was simple shock. He figured he knew what made women tick since he'd scored so successfully over the years with them. But Sandy, and timid hot little Ellen too, had completely shattered that notion. He couldn't even look at a girl walking down the street anymore without wondering who was sucking on her luscious tits, her boyfriend or her girlfriend! Or both!
When the timing was perfect, he'd blow Sandy's mind.
On Monday and Tuesday, Al purposely made an excuse not to meet and fuck his sister. Linda was almost frantic, but Al held her off. First, he wanted the tawny blonde so hot and primed that she was ready to come all over herself at the mere touch of her tit. Second, he wanted himself the same way. Ellen's tight cunt and silken ass had taken its toll, along with his married sister and his wife. By Sunday night, Al was played out, largely from fucking Sandy.
If anything, the news about her switch hitting acted as a powerful aphrodisiac. He just couldn't keep his hands off her, spurred on by sheer admiration for her nerve and lust.
On Tuesday night, Al called Linda and arranged to have her pick a wild fight with her husband, Jim, on Wednesday night. That wouldn't be hard, since Linda had a bitchy streak a mile wide. Linda would provoke a fierce argument and storm out of the house in a huff, coming over to Al and Sandy's, where she would spend the night. Linda had actually done that once before, about six months ago. She'd slept in the empty bedroom in Al's house then.
Not this time.
Sandy would be working until midnight.
Since the brunette had cut off her action with Ellen, she'd be coming straight home. There Sandy would find Linda, but not Al, who would be out drinking. If Al figured his lusty wife correctly, once she saw Linda naked, she'd freak. With a little cooperation from his insatiable blonde sister, the women would be at it like starving wolves.
At which point Al would enter the picture.
Al liked the idea, and Linda liked it. Since Al hadn't fucked his sister all week, she was ready to explode. Besides, Linda had been doing a lot of thinking, a lot of fantasizing about Al's sultry brunette wife, and, having a feverish sex-drive combined with a love of games, the more Linda thought about the possibilities, the hotter she got.
Al purposely didn't screw Sandy after Sunday, leaving her primed and eager, too. All three of them were seething with lust by the time Wednesday rolled around.
While Sandy was at work Monday night, Al found the stuff she'd bought in San Francisco. It was hidden in a locked suitcase in the basement. He picked the lock easily with a bobby pin, and curiously examined her new dildo. It was nine inches long, curved shapely upward with a giant knob. The massive length was covered with dozens of different-sized mounds, like rounded spikes. It was battery operated and when Al switched it on curiously, it leaped and quivered in his fingers with alarming eagerness.
There was a tiny red button at the base. Al read the instructions, which had a large warning written in red. Pushing the button while the dildo was inserted in a pussy caused a tiny current of voltage to shoot through the huge cock. This in turn caused a nerve-tingling orgasm, which became hotter and more dangerously intense each second the button was held down.
Jesus, thought Al, fingering the attached harness, if they keep this crap up, pretty soon my cock will be obsolete! After recalling Ellen's screaming and clawing and frantic climaxes, though, he wasn't at all worried.
Sandy had also bought some very sexy underthings acid a new whip. There were cut nylon cords in the suitcase, too. He put the items back, shaking his head in wonder. Who would dream his sultry, hotly curved, long legged brunette wife loved to tease, whip and fuck sexy girls? HOW would Linda take all this? His blonde nympho sister was so horny all the time, she might even learn to love it herself.
Wednesday night came quickly.
CHAPTER EIGHT
At nine o'clock sharp that Wednesday night, Linda picked a fight with her husband Jim. It wasn't hard because she was so intensely hot her nerves were practically screaming. All weekend long she'd looked forward to Al's massive cock and wild action on Monday, only to have him stall her until tonight.
Bewildered, her husband could only stammer and shake his head at her attack. All he'd said was that the spaghetti wasn't cooked enough. In fact, Linda had served it to him nearly raw to start the argument. She stormed into the bedroom, emerged with an overnight case and viciously slammed the front door behind her.
In disgust, Jim decided hot to follow her. If she weren't such a terrific piece of ass, he would have left her by now.
As things turned out in the next few months, Jim would be damn glad he didn't. She would be his ticket to more pussy than he'd ever dreamed of in his wildest fantasies.
At nine-thirty, Linda showed up at Al's house. She was so fiercely primed for action she first tried raping her brother, pushing him down on the sofa and trying to get his thick cock out of his pants.
"Just one quickie, Al, please!" she hissed, eyes blazing. "Christ, I'm so hot I could melt!"
If Al ever had the slightest doubt about Linda being a nympho, it vanished forever. This was the way she'd been when he first took her cherry, her little pussy on fire night and day.
"Save it for Sandy," he told her, gently pushing her away. "I only wish I could be here to watch the opening."
He knew that might cramp Sandy's style, although it sure as hell wouldn't stop Linda. Nothing stopped the tawny, hot-pussied blonde mink when she was in this state.
He coached his sister once more, although it wasn't necessary. If anything, Linda might rape Sandy.
Al left the house at eleven, first calling his wife to make sure she'd come directly home from the hospital. Since he hadn't fucked her for a few nights, she was certain he would be waiting up for her, his huge hard-on oozing jism. All three of them, Al, Sandy and Linda were hotter than smoking pistols, thanks to Al's planning.
He went out to his favorite bar and started drinking, trying to dull the seething suspense in his blood.
By the time Sandy got home at twelve-fifteen, Linda's boiling cunt was like a hair trigger. She hadn't even finger-fucked, figuring if she held out this long another hour or two wouldn't make any difference. It did, thought. The blonde was so feverishly aroused that all she could think of was the brunette going down on her, giving her a hot, frenzied blowjob on the spot.
Linda quickly explained to Sandy that Al had gone out drinking, probably until the bars closed at two, that she'd h
ad a fight with her own husband and was spending the night. Linda could see the wheels clicking in Sandy's mind.
"Men can be such bastards!" Linda sniffed. She wore her terry-cloth robe, naked beneath, her robe purposely parted to display her luscious tits against her deep tan.
"Can we have a long talk, Sandy?" she said innocently. "In bed, in the dark? Like sisters? I have to talk to someone and you're the closest friend I have."
"Well, of course," replied Sandy, trying not to betray her wild eagerness. Her blood pounded in her ears as she quickly stripped while Linda went to the guest bedroom. Slipping on a sheer black negligee and naked beneath, Sandy hurried to the basement and got the sex items she'd bought in the city earlier. It was now twelve-thirty. Al wouldn't be home till after two when the bars closed. Even if he did come home early, she would leave a note on their bed telling him she was sleeping with Linda to console her.
Console her? By the time she finished with the gorgeously curved blonde, Linda might need a straight jacket instead of sympathy.
Sandy put the dildo, the whip and the cords, along with a few knotted silk scarves, in her overnight case. She brought it up to the guest bedroom, putting it down next to the bed without explanation.
The brunette was more madly aroused than she'd ever been in her life, even more so than when a passionate blonde student nurse had sat on her face for that first thrilling, obscene sixty-nine with another girl, years before. There was no doubt in Sandy's mind that Linda would have sex with her. Sandy could always tell when another woman was willing, was open to seduction.
From the way Linda had stared at her when she first walked in the door, fiercely shining eyes, wet lips, soft panting tits, Linda knew her sister-in-law was extremely hot. Possibly Jim had started to fuck her and an argument followed, leaving Linda high and dry. When a girl of Linda's obvious passion got frustrated, watch out! The blonde was a nympho, pure and simple. And she was desperately aroused, Sandy saw.
Who the hell isn't? thought Sandy feverishly.
Two frantically hot women, two frustrated wives in the same bed. Two hair-trigger cunts on fire, Sandy thought, entering the guest bedroom.
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