by Anais Ninja
Steve may not have had the biggest cock in the world, but he did have stamina, probably a by-product of the cocaine. As his wife squirmed and writhed on the bed next to us, the big vibe buried in her snatch, he pumped me for what seemed like an hour, alternating between those short strokes and hard thrusts that nearly knocked the wind out of me. After Krystle came she turned the vibrator on me again, pushing me towards another climax as she rubbed it over my nipples. I could feel her juices on the vibrator, drying on my areolae, feeling almost as cold as the ice. I clamped my muscles down on Steve’s throbbing cock when I came, and he gasped, his glans flaring inside me as he began to spurt, a flow of hot, thick semen that I thought would never end. It seemed like he’d never stop coming, and I could feel his cream start to seep out of my messy snatch even before he stopped thrusting and pulled out. There were clots of sperm all over his softening cock, and Krystle leaned over to clean him with her tongue, scooping the cum from his shaft and swallowing it.
Steve wasn’t one for cuddling afterwards, but Krystle was, snuggling up against my body and holding me while he sipped his champagne and watched us coo and kiss. Her hair was uncharacteristically messy, but she didn’t seem to care. She just wanted to rock me in her arms and kiss me on the cheek and neck.
“Such a sexy little girl,” she whispered. “I hope I have a girl like you someday.”
“Thank you, Krys,” I said, kissing her on the lips. We laid together for a while and then sat up to drink some champagne. My mouth was dry from all the moaning I’d done, and it felt good to wet my lips with the bubbly wine.
“Another line?” Steve asked, passing me the tray. We did a line each and chased it with another joint and more champagne. I began to feel the urgent need to use the bathroom, so I started to get up from the bed.
“Gotta go, honey?” Krystle asked.
“Yes, please.”
“Let’s not let it go to waste,” Steve said. “Mind if we join you?”
“You want to...?” I said, suddenly remembering what Krystle had said in the bathroom that day when we were about to take a shower together. She’d made me sit on her lap and pee on her, and I remembered her saying that her husband was into this sort of thing.
“If you’d rather not,” Steve said, starting to look disappointed.
“No, I don’t mind,” I said. When in Rome...
“Wonderful,” Krystle said, reaching into the armoire and pulling out a dog collar and leash. “Let’s take our pretty little doggy for a walk.”
“Outside? No way,” I said.
“No, dear. Just to the bathroom,” she said, slipping the leather collar around my neck and buckling it, just tight enough to keep it from slipping down to my collarbone. She unhooked my garter belt and rolled down my stockings, attaching the leash to the collar, and I got down on my hands and knees as she gently tugged on the tether. She and Steve walked me into the bathroom, and the plastic sheeting made a crinkling nose as I crawled over it.
“Would you like to go first, Krys?” Steve said.
“Thank you, honey. Don’t mind if I do.” She handed him the leash and laid down on the floor, lying on her back. Steve tugged at the leash and made me crawl on top of her. His cum was oozing from my slit, dripping over Krystle’s thighs and pooling on the clear plastic.
“I don’t know if I can...,” I said. I had to pee badly, but it was hard to do this in front of them, let alone on Krystle.
“Just close your eyes and relax, Annie,” Steve said, kneeling next to me and stroking my back. I took a deep breath and let go, just a trickle at first, and then a stream of hot urine began to pour from my cleft, all over Krystle’s neatly trimmed pubes, flowing down her sex. She began to sigh and moan, squeezing her big tits as she smiled at me. Right before my bladder emptied she shuddered, pinching her nipples as a mini-orgasm washed through her body.
“Let me clean you,” she said. Steve positioned me over her face and she began to lick my messy hole, swallowing her husband’s semen and licking the beads of piss from my labia. I let out just a bit more pee, the last drops from my bladder, and she greedily drank it all.
“Mmmm...that was good,” Krystle said. “Your turn, now.”
I didn’t know what she meant by that, but I found out soon enough. I felt a warm stream of piss flowing down my back, streaming over my bottom and the back of my thighs. As her husband peed on me, Krystle reached between my legs and played with my pussy, rubbing my clit, probing my bottom, making her husband’s urine splash against my nether lips. He must have had a gallon of piss saved up for me, almost a couple of minute’s worth. His flow finally waned to a trickle, and I felt him shaking off the last few drops.
“Did you like that, Annie?” Steve asked me, helping me to my feet and removing the leash from my collar.
“Sort of, yeah,” I said. Just like when I’d done this with Margaret, at Julia’s house in Maine, I felt nasty, dirty, like there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do, short of something really gross or painful. Krystle seemed to love it, though, and I could tell Steve was really into it, from the way his cock was starting to get hard.
“Your turn, dear,” she said. Steve laid down on the plastic, not seeming to mind the pool of urine he was laying in, and Krystle squatted over him, letting out a steaming stream of piss, all over his cock and balls. Before she was even finished he was hard again, and I watched as Krystle kneeled on the floor and Steve mounted her, taking her from behind. As they fucked doggy-style, I squatted next to her and played with her swaying breasts, reaching between her legs to rub her big swollen clit, making her come as her husband pounded her with his stubby cock. He didn’t last as long this time, digging his fingers into her ass cheeks as he filled her with his cum, almost as much as he’d spurted inside my cunny.
They must have done this often, because they had the clean-up down to a science. There was a stack of fresh towels next to the sink, and Krystle used half of them to blot up the urine that pooled on the plastic while Steve rolled the sheets up like a rug. Then we stepped into the shower, my third one that day, not counting what Steve had done on me, and we lathered each other, rinsing off the residue of our wet little game.
We dried each other off and Krystle took the dog collar off of my neck, returning to their playroom to snort some more cocaine. Steve looked as if he was done for the night, his soft cock looking tiny compared to his enormous balls. He sat on the bed and watched as his wife and I kissed and felt each other up, and then laying head to toe, our heads nestled between each other’s thighs, kissing and licking each other’s cleft, making each other quiver and writhe on the bed.
I could taste a lingering trace of urine on her labia, the bitter taste mixing with her husband’s cream and her nectar, but I lapped up the mixture anyway, making her squirm and pin me between her thighs as she came. She returned the favor, her lips clamped to my sex as I felt my whole body tingle. Steve decided to join in, laying behind me and probing my nether hole with my tongue, his fingers manipulating my slit as his wife’s tongue danced over my clit. I came so hard that I had to squirm away from them, shaking like a leaf and trying to catch my breath. Krystle held me in her arms, laying my head on her bosom until I could feel my strength begin to return.
“Let’s go down to the hot tub,” Krystle said.
“Hot tub?” I began to wonder if all this water would start to make my skin dry out, and I made a mental note to use some moisturizer when I got back home.
“I could use a good soak right now,” Steve said. “Come, it’s downstairs.”
They led me downstairs, through a hallway, past the kitchen, stopping at the doorway. I could see Miguel, his trousers down around his ankles, while Pilar, the maid with the high cheekbones, knelt at his feet, sucking his long, tanned cock. Steve and Krystle didn’t seem to be self-conscious about letting the servants see them naked, but I stood behind her, peeking over her shoulder as I watched Miguel fuck the maid’s mouth.
“Miguelito,” Steve said. “Bring the
champagne and the tray down to the tub when you get a chance, okay?”
“Si, Senor,” Miguel replied. “I will do that right...now.” He began to come in the maid’s mouth, making her cheek bulge with his throbbing member. I could see her throat moving as she swallowed his semen, but she began to choke on it, coughing wetly and releasing his rod from her lips. Miguel spurted a couple of ropy jets of sperm all over her face and the bodice of her apron, but the maid seemed to like this, smiling as she extended her tongue and began to clean the head of his penis.
“What a stud that boy is,” Steve said, leading me down the hall, past the kitchen and the servants’ quarters, through a door that led to a glazed enclosure, like a small greenhouse. There was a redwood hot tub in the middle of the room, along with a couple of wooden benches. Krystle checked the temperature on the heating unit and dipped her hand in the steaming water.
“Could be a little warmer,” she said.
“That’s okay,” Steve said, checking the gauge and testing the water with his toe. “I don’t like it too hot.” As they eased into the warm water, I followed them, slowly settling into the big wooden tub. I felt wonderful, soothing, almost like being back in the womb. Krystle sat next to me, her arm around my shoulder, her breasts bobbing just beneath the surface.
Miguel and the maid came in a few minutes later, bringing the ice bucket with the champagne bottle and the silver tray with six freshly cut lines of coke. He had a contented smile, almost a smirk. The maid had wiped his cum from her face, but her apron still had a telltale stain. He held the tray for us as we snorted the lines and then poured us some more champagne.
“We’d like some more lines, Miguel” Steve said. “And a joint would be nice.”
“Si, Senor,” he replied, leaving with Pilar. They returned a few minutes later with the silver tray and Steve’s gold cigarette case. I was feeling pretty wired at that point, and I could only do one line.
“What’s the matter, Annie?” Krystle asked.
“I’ll never get to sleep tonight,” I said. “I’m supposed to get up early tomorrow. We’re going camping.”
“I can give you something to help you get to sleep,” Steve said. “Knock you right out.”
“Thanks,” I said. “Would you mind if I gave this line to Miguel?”
“Not at all,” Krystle said. “He dips into our stash, anyway.” Miguel blushed and smiled sheepishly, and he took the tray, snorting half of the line and giving the other half to Pilar.
“Su esposa?” I asked him as he lit the joint and passed it to Krystle.
“Pilar es mi hermana,” he replied. The maid smiled and curtseyed.
“What did he say?” Krystle asked me.
“I asked him if she was his wife,” I said. “He said she’s his sister.”
“I could have told you that,” Steve said, taking a deep drag on the joint and passing it to me.
“Miguel worked for our landscaping contractor,” Krystle said. “I thought he was too handsome to be pulling weeds all day. We hired him and Pilar to be our live-in help. He’s a wonderful cook with a beautiful cock.” She accepted the joint from me and took a deep drag.
“Miguelito, show our guest your cock,” Steve said.
“Si, senor,” he said, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling down his zipper. Pilar helped him push his trousers and briefs down around his thighs.
“It’s glorious,” Krystle said. “You’ll love it.”
I’d only caught a glimpse of his member in the kitchen. Even flaccid, it was nice and thick, with a purplish head peeking out of the hood of his foreskin.
“Ven aqui,” I said. Miguel came closer, stepping up on the platform that surrounded the tub.
“May I?” I asked him, reaching out to touch his thick shaft.
“Si.”
As I began to stroke him back to life, Pilar came closer, watching as he hardened between my fingers. I turned around so I was leaning on the rim of the tub and ducked my head between his legs, taking him into my mouth. I could feel Krystle’s and Steve’s hands on me, cupping my breasts, dipping between my nether lips, teasing my clit. Pilar gently brushed my hair away from my cheek as I sucked her brother’s cock, caressing my neck and shoulder.
I heard movement behind me. It was Steve, his hands on my hips, his stubby prick pressing into me. Krystle reached under me and began to rub my clit, her full breasts pressing into my arm. As Steve began to slowly thrust inside me, Miguel rocked his hips to his rhythm, two hard cocks filling me, one in my mouth, the other pumping my tender hole.
The only thing better than two cocks was three, I thought. I felt a finger probing my bottom, maybe Steve’s, maybe Krystle’s, as if my wishes had been answered. I felt so nasty, so slutty, a husband fucking me while his wife watched and diddled my clit, and sucking a handsome young man’s meat while his sister fondled his balls. Steve felt bigger than he had before, his cock fatter, his thrusts harder. Whoever was fingering my ass had their whole digit inside me, up to the knuckle, sawing in and out in time with Steve’s stubby prick.
I bathed Miguel’s cockhead with my tongue, stroking the portion of his shaft that my lips couldn’t reach, feeling that kernel of pleasure growing within my belly, spreading outward, making me tremble in the warm water. There were hands all over me, caressing, kneading, squeezing, and I began to come, releasing Miguel’s hardness from my mouth so I could give voice to my pleasure. Before I closed my eyes, I saw Pilar take over, turning him so she could continue what I had started, hungrily gobbling her brother’s hard meat.
“She’s a wild one,” Krystle said, pinching my clit and making me gasp with surprise and delight.
“Fuck...yes...fuck me...fuck me...,” I moaned, urging Steve to pound me harder, faster, to send me over another peak of pleasure. I opened my eyes again and saw Pilar hoist her dress and lay down on one of the benches. Her brother squatted over her, tugged the crotch of her panties aside, pushed his hardness into her hungry hole, and they began to fuck furiously as we watched from the hot tub. Suddenly, I felt Steve’s cock twitching in my snatch, erupting in a gusher of his hot seed, making me cry out as he filled my passage with his thick cream. His thrusting slowed as Miguel’s sped up, and soon the room echoed with Pilar’s cries instead of my own.
Steve slipped out of my slit and sat down again, reaching for his champagne and taking a sip to quench his thirst. I settled back down on the seat that ran around the inside of the hot tub, nestling into Krystle’s loving arms. She kissed me on the cheek and I turned my head, seeking her lips with my own. As Pilar moaned and cried in the throes of her climax, I reached between Krystle’s legs and began to pet her down there, seeking out her swollen pearl with my fingertips. She began to sigh, holding me close as I toyed with her sex, wanting her to feel the pleasure I had experienced at the end of her husband’s cock. She came quickly for me, rocking her hips under the warm water, making little waves that splashed along the side of the tub.
I heard Miguel start to grunt behind me, and we turned to watch him come in his sister’s snatch, his copious emission making her pussy emit soft sucking sounds as his thrusts began to slow. Then he pulled out of her and she sat up, licking his cum and her juices from his softening meat, kissing his purple glans when she was finished. Pilar helped him pull his boxers and trousers back up, and he held out his hand to help her to her feet.
“Thank you, Miguel, Pilar,” Steve said. “That will be all.”
“Si, Senor. Gracias.” He and Pilar left, taking the tray with them. I heard Miguel say something that made his sister giggle as their footsteps receded down the hall.
We relaxed in the tub for a while, sipping the last of the champagne. Krystle asked if she could open another bottle for me, but I declined. The coke was wearing off, and the warm water had started to make me drowsy. Steve helped me out of the tub and his wife dried me off with a plush terrycloth towel, wrapping it around me and leading me back upstairs to help me get dressed. Steve had gone into the living room to
pour himself a drink and light up a fresh cigar.
“Thank you,” I said to her as I sat on the edge of their playroom bed while she rolled my stockings up my legs. I leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead.
“You’re quite welcome, Anne,” she said. “We loved having you for dinner.”
“Can I ask you a question?” I said. “It’s sort of personal.”
“Sure,” she said, attaching my garter belt’s tabs to my stockings.
“You and Steve, do you love each other?”
“Of course we do, Annie?” she said. “Why would you think otherwise?”
“I don’t,” I replied. “I was just curious. I mean, you both see other people, right?”
“Yes, Annie,” Krystle said. “We do.”
“The people I live with in Boston, Bradley and Helen, sometimes they share their bed with other people. But they always do it together.”
“Every marriage is different, Anne,” she said, leaning forward and planting a tender kiss between my breasts. “I guess Steve and I just have bigger appetites than most other people. But if we couldn’t see anyone else, I’d still be happy with him. He’s a sweet guy, a gentleman, and I do love him, Annie. I’m glad we have our ‘understanding’, that we can see other people, as long as it doesn’t jeopardize the love we have with each other. Does that answer your question?”
“Yes, thanks,” I said. I kissed her on the lips and then she helped me to my feet, holding me steady while I slipped on my panties and stepped into my heels. We stood together for a moment, just holding each other.
“Your father says that you might move in with him,” Krystle said. “I hope you do. We’d love to see more of you.”
“I’d like that,” I said. We kissed again, and she led me back downstairs to the living room, where I’d left my bra and my dress. Steve was sitting in one of the armchairs, a towel wrapped around his waist, drink in hand, puffing on a cigar. He watched as I got dressed and then stood up to give me a kiss as Krystle zipped up my dress.
