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Gia looked up at Van, and said sweetly, "Not yet."
Heidi smiled at Gia, "Thanks, that was nice!"
"You are very welcome."
Their heads were still at cock-level as they moved in for a post-orgasm kiss, but to Van's surprise, they didn't move their faces out from his body. Instead, they both opened their mouths wide and touched lips with his penis in between! Their hands explored his thighs and stomach as their tongues moved around his shaft, seeking each other out, their lips creating a delicious suction and they moved up and down. They paused at his cock-head, sucking and licking it and each other. Van's fingers entwined in their hair as he enjoyed the unique sensation.
Heidi was gently raking her fingernails up and down his thigh when her face retreated a bit. Gia's talented mouth took his hardness full-on in one gulp. As she bobbed down, she bit down at the base of the shaft, then back up and bit again just under the head. But instead of moving back down, Gia's mouth came off the top of his cock with a Pop. Van's brain had only a fraction of a second to object, and indeed, no coherent thought or sound had formed when Gia's mouth was replaced by Heidi's. Down, bite, up, bite, Pop! Just one mouth-stroke for her, too, and Gia instantly took her place. The women gained a moist rhythm, each with just one stroke, and each lady's mouth feeling slightly different. Heidi sucked just a little harder, her tongue soft and flickering. Gia bit down harder, knowing her husband's limits, and her tongue was firm. Heidi: down, bite, up, bite, pop! Gia: down, bite, up, bite, pop! They took their turns in an increasingly fevered tattoo. Heidi: down, bite, up, bite, pop! Gia: down, bite, up, bite, pop! Their hands were all over him and each other.
Van could feel his orgasm rising and he began to moan and sigh. The women increased their pace as they felt his hands pushing alternatingly on their heads. The lines of control blurred as the girls moved and bobbed, and as Van grasped and pushed their heads down onto his pulsating cock. The pressure was at the exploding point. As Heidi moved her blond head in, Van suddenly let go of Gia's hair and pulled Heidi in with both hands. He thrust hard, the head of his cock moving into her tight throat. With a drawn-out moan, he released his juices into her hot mouth.
Heidi stopped, savoring the pulsing ropes of come and suckling Van's cock as he finished spurting. Gia and Heidi leaned back on their haunches and looked up at Van.
Van looked down at their glowing faces and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, honey," Gia responded. Heidi just smirked to herself as Gia looked at her. "You're not going to say anything, Heidi?"
Heidi leaned over to Gia and drew her face in for a kiss. Their lips met and parted, and Gia's eyes opened wide. Heidi released a couple tablespoons of Van's tangy jism into her mouth! The girls both swallowed and sat on the couch on either side of Van, laughing.
Gia smiled at Heidi, "Yum, that was delicious! Thanks for sharing."
Heidi looked over at the other couch where Brendan was smirking, drinking a beer, and stroking his balls and half-hard penis. She winked at him and said to Gia, "I'm good at sharing things."
The wind outside had completely subsided, and they could see the snow falling gently outside the window. The cabin was still bathed in darkness, except for the fireplace. They rested and chatted and enjoyed the crackling flames. After a short while, they noticed that the fire had died down a bit, so Van got up to tend to it and add a few more logs. The air was warm on their naked bodies and smelled of sex and wood smoke.
Gia went to the kitchen and returned with some hand towels and a bowl of warm water. Van took one to and cleaned himself up, then gently stroked Heidi's pussy, cleaning the juices off of her flesh. Bren did the same with Gia, but as he moved the towel on her slit, she winced.
"Ow! I'm a bit tender down there!"
Brendan licked his lips. "I can help with that, Sweetie."
Gia pushed him down onto the big, plush carpet on the floor. "You should! You're the one that caused it!"
Van and Heidi watched as Bren lay flat on his back, and Gia straddled his chest, put her hands on his face and kissed him deeply. She pulled up, then walked on her knees up to his face, her cunt an inch from his nose. Bren reached around her thighs and drew her to his mouth, his tongue lapping with wide, soft, soothing strokes, and his fingers gently caressing her nether lips. Gia sighed and bent at the waist, resting her elbows on the floor and settling in for her nice, long tongue-bath.
Heidi moved her hand to grasp one of her own breasts, loving the feel of her hard nipple under her hand. Just a moment ago, her pussy had been happy and satisfied. But now, watching her husband's erection grow stiff as his face was buried in Gia's sweet musk, she started to tingle again. Her mind had been clear and rested, and in the next moment, heat was suffusing through her consciousness again. Bren's familiar penis was twitching and hard, and sight of it was making her hot again. Heidi needed a cock inside her, now! She looked over at Van's spent body. She leaned in and bit his chest. He smiled at her and stroked her neck.
"I need a little time to recover, darlin'! You girls did a good job."
Heidi looked back at Bren and Gia. Gia was moaning and rocking back and forth on her elbows in an orgasm, with Bren's fingers buried deep in her cunt, and his tongue moving, still gently, on her clitoris. Heidi, without a coherent thought crossing her brain, walked over to them, straddled her husband's waist, and with a sigh, sank her needy pussy straight down onto his hard dick. Heidi moaned as she hit bottom, matching pitch with Bren's surprised grunt of pleasure. Gia looked back over her shoulder at Heidi and giggled a little. She relaxed back into position again as Heidi gently stroked the brunette's back and ass with her fingernails.
Heidi slowly began to pump up and down on Bren's cock, matching Gia's rolling movements and savoring every inch of hot hardness. She moved her fingers over Gia's back and thighs, but her entire concentration was centered on her and Brendan's genitals. With every downward motion, Bren's glans rubbed her G-spot and bumped her swollen cervix, and at the same time, her clitoris rubbed deliciously against his pubic hair. With every upward stroke she squeezed as hard as she could with her cunt muscles, milking him and feeling the absence of him in her. She would pause ever so slightly at the top of the movement, letting the emptiness and anticipation fill her mind. Then she'd come down hard, stimulating her sex again and again.
Van watched the three of them sighing and bouncing and wiggling in their erotic dance, and after a while, his cock began to harden. He knew he had to join the party again. Van looked at his wife's pretty curved lips, but she seemed to be in a contented, orgasmic trance. He hated to disrupt that. Then Heidi's bouncing ass came into view. It was splayed wide and looked soft and tight. He had fucked Gia in the ass before, but it had been a while, and he'd never done it with anyone else. Certainly not someone who was in the process of being fucked in the traditional way!
Van walked over to the group and started stroking Heidi's bottom. She sighed appreciatively. He started to knead her ass cheeks, and she responded with grateful moans in between her cries of lust. Van looked down at his steel-hard cock, soft and spent just 20 minutes earlier. It was throbbing with need for Heidi's tight ass. Van licked his thumb, and while squeezing the cheek hard with his fingers, and on her down stroke onto Bren, he stuck the thumb into Heidi's puckered brown hole up to the first knuckle.
Heidi froze. Her whole world froze. She stopped moving. She stopped breathing. Brendan's cock was buried in her twitching pussy to the hilt, her hands full of Gia's sweet ass, and she was in the middle of a rocking orgasm. But she stopped and a wild desire overcame her. She had felt nothing like it before. There were no thoughts in her head at all. She was all sensation and need. And she needed Van there now! She needed to be filled! Somehow her raw desire bypassed her clouded hot brain and moved her vocal cords:
"Yes...god, yes... please... fuck me there, Van. Please. Please."
Again, such a polite request! Van lifted her hips so that Bren's heavy cock fell out of her. Van dipped his own dick into Heid
i's dripping cunt a couple times. She remained still with anticipation, but quivering. Van then lowered Heidi back onto Bren as deep as he would go. She shifted her hips back toward Van, splaying that tight little goal.
Van positioned his now-lubricated and throbbing cock at her anus and pushed. There was a little resistance, and he thrust harder. This time, he buried himself in her. She was so tight and hot and pulsing there! The sensations were indescribable!
A primal, guttural sound escaped from Heidi's throat. Filled. Full. Hot. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Fuck fuck fuck fuck!! The words weren't words but pure lust racking her body. She thrust back her ass and in so doing leaned forward, her hands finding Gia's breasts and kneading them. Gia groaned and bucked, enjoying Heidi's hands and Brendan's fingers, lips, and tongue. Heidi was barely aware of Gia or anything but the raw passion filling her lower body. Heidi's body screamed that it was at the very height of lust. She was proven wrong when Bren and Van started moving inside of her. One in, one out, then switch. The thrusting seesawed inside of her, stroking her into orgasm after orgasm. The orgasms were coming hard, one after another, and Heidi was bursting with ecstasy.
Van was doing almost as well. Heidi was so tight and hot and pulsating. He could feel his come rising through his stimulated balls and his rock-hard and squeezed-oh-so-perfectly cock. The rhythm shifted and suddenly and Van was pounding Heidi's ass in time with Bren pounding her cunt. She was so full and tight! Van couldn't tell anymore whose cries and moans and screams were whose. Nor did he care to. He was coming good and hard! Van gritted his teeth and shot his third and best load of the night into Heidi's throbbing, pulsing ass.
Heidi's body was pushed to the edge of oblivion when they started to thrust together. So full! She felt Van and Bren's cocks swell and pulse in her at nearly the same time. They were both coming inside her! Their hot loads shot into her wet holes, and with a cry of sheer, pure ecstasy, she tumbled into unconsciousness.
The four collapsed into a satiated, sweaty heap. Voices moaning, breath ragged, skin tingling, and nerves raw and happy. Brendan looked at his sleeping wife and chuckled.
"Well, looks like she enjoyed our attentions, too!"
Van looked over to Gia, whose contented, post-orgasm smile lit up his world. "I think we all enjoyed each other."
Later, Heidi woke up to smells of bacon and waffles. She was clean and nude and cuddling, limbs entwined, with Gia and Van in their king-sized bed. Bright light was streaming in the windows, and she could hear the percolating coffee pot. The electricity must have come on sometime in the wee hours of the morning. Brendan was cooking one of his famous breakfasts for them, it sounded like. He was the only person she knew that would cook bacon naked! Her mouth started to water.
Van's consciousness melted awake between two lovely, soft women. Their breasts were pressed into his flesh, and their hands were resting lightly on his cock, fingers intertwined. He woke to the smell of coffee and bacon, and to one lady licking his neck and the other gently biting his chest and shoulders. That is the way for a man to wake up! Van kissed them both soundly and they went to the kitchen to eat.
They were all quite hungry after last night. Heidi seemed quiet at breakfast and when Gia asked what was wrong, she said, "I just don't want to go home!"
Brendan looked at his wife and smiled. "Have you looked outside? There's five feet of snow! It'll take days for them to dig us out. We're snowed in!"
This was going to be an enjoyable few days, indeed!
The End.
Share Everything Disgraceful
It's Friday, and everything is ready. On the floor of the spare room is an inflated paddling pool. The sort of thing you have for the kids, but this is a good size. About 10 feet long and 6 feet wide; and inflated fully to give a nice soft floor with 12-inch high walls. No water, but a soft fluffy duvet on the inflated floor and a waterproof bed sheet over it. You know the sort of thing; cotton next to your skin but a waterproof backing. A trail of big towels leads from this pool to the nearby bathroom; and to the edge of the shower-bath.
Over this floor arrangement is a gantry I built during the previous week. It is about 8ft high [OK, OK about 2.5 metres]; as far as I can reach stretching up. Sitting in the gantry, on a circular frame I formed specially, is a white plastic 5 gallon container [OK, OK about 23 litres] with its spout pointing downwards. Well; it may have been white when I first got it but now it's full of a fluid that makes it look yellowy-browny-greeny-creamy.
From the screw-on cap on this inverted container comes a one-inch clear plastic pipe. Actually, I got it from the garden centre down the road from my place. I think it's used for irrigation, hydroponics and so on. Here, it's about 6 feet long and terminates at an in-line tap with two narrower outlets. I'll describe those outlets later.
I know exactly what is going to happen to me and Dixie; but she doesn't. Perhaps she has some idea, but not the detail. Little does she realise that all this comes from an idea she whispered to me over 6 months ago. Man; am I going to enjoy it. Not sure about her, though.
*****Just a thought*****
I've often discovered that women can be more exploratory and imaginative than men when it comes to weird sex. We guys are sometimes fixated on wham-bam, deep breathing, coming-coming-coming, swoosh-squirt, wow!
Women have often surprised me by saying, "Tonight can we try this....?" Or "Will you do this for me...?" And often, it's been something much more interesting and exciting than I had in mind. That's how I first experienced fisting; when a woman led me into it. And rubber and Spandex. And ropes. I just love imaginative women and there's no shortage of them -- all outside marriage I have to say.
Well, with my latest friend Dixie, I learned about the bathroom. One evening, I said, "I'll just go pee" and she says, "I'll come with you. Can I hold you to pee?" So that's what she did. I stood there and she controlled my hosepipe.
We moved on from that to my holding her vagina while she sat and emptied her bladder; then to making love on a plastic-backed sheet with us both peeing on each other. Of course, Dixie could pee on me while I was under her and she sat on my erection. It was more difficult for me to pee in her when erect; because of the valve arrangement, I suppose. But even that I taught myself to do when half-erect, so she could feel the pressure and fullness before it forced out past me. During those weekends, we would have the washing machine going three times a day.
At Dixie's suggestion also, we progressed to collecting urine for a day and then giving each other enemas. Me one time and she the next. It was all very exciting and very naughty. We had to go the whole way, didn't we?
So one day she says, "I'm going to catch your poop as it comes out." The next time I sat down, she knelt in front of me with a hand between my legs and with a big piece of kitchen tissue. And so she caught it as it came out of me, with no comment about smell or any sense of disgust. She simply found it fascinating. At her suggestion, I did the same later when she pooped. We simply let it down into the bowl and flushed as usual, but we had held each other's turds and enjoyed it. After a quick wash, we always had wonderful sex with that memory obviously fresh in her mind. Often towards the end of our love-making, she would rollover and say, "Now I'm empty up there, come in my bowel now" and I did of course. Always, she would press a big butt-plug into me before I mounted her buttocks, so that I could feel full instead of empty. And feel the pressure on my prostate. Our orgasms were stratospheric. By the way, Dixie never used coarse expressions: for her, the correct words were "bowels," "vagina," "clitoris" and "penis." Such an unusual and very intimate expression of her eroticism and my curiosity.
We would lie there afterwards with her bottom slowly oozing my juices and me clutching at her vagina with two or three fingers inside; and she playing and tugging gently at my big butt-plug when she could reach it.
We became expert in the size, shape and texture of each other's dung. For the catching game, we liked good solid turds that sat in our hands like little trophies.
For two
years, we explored each other and learned new ways to experiment with this feature of our relationship; always with her driving it forward. Women are wonderful at exploration, once they get the yearning for it.
*****This past week*****
And now we were about to achieve our peak [or maybe rock bottom!] in this experience and it goes like this.
From Tuesday to Friday this week, we both ate "loose" food. Cereal, bread and soup, pasta, noodles, salads, soft fruits with yoghurt ... you know the kind of thing. No meats, no root vegetables, no heavy puddings. Also, we both drank at a least 2 litres [3? pints] of liquids each day; coffee, tea, juice, plain water, beer. You can imagine what happened during those four days. We peed every hour and enjoyed "helping" each other every time. And our intestines filled with paste, with sludge, with something-like-blancmange.
The clever part was preventing our bowels from emptying until the time was right each day; so we both wore a solid butt-plug. Dixie's gradually increased over the first 2 days days from her usual 1? -inch cone to a 2? -inch bullet shape that was 4 inches long. I put them into her and we enjoyed that all by itself. Of course, I filled her vagina from behind each time, also, whenever I was erect and she was positioned.
And she put my biggest butt-plug in me. This was the 3-inch Doc Johnson Ace-of-Spades; it took her a full 45 minutes to get it into me the first time. Constantly lubricating me and pressing and urging me with her gentle voice. Until it popped in and I gave out an involuntary, "Aaaargh."
So we've both been totally closed in the anal department and waiting until each evening for our emptying. I rigged up a ringed padded seat over a big funnel into the plastic tub. Each evening, we've both had a suppository inserted. Then, after the 45-minute wait, taken turns to crouch over the funnel and we've emptied our intestines of the paste, the sludge, the something-like-blancmange. You can imagine our conversations.