Feeling somewhat numb and abandoned, Ted went downstairs in search of the decanter. He filled a tumbler to the brim with his beloved 15-year-old Dalmore whisky and turned on the television, tossing the remote to one side in an attempt to block out the sound of the rhythmic moans of pleasure emanating from the bedroom above. The sights and sounds of their fevered, animalistic fucking were burnt into his subconscious forever.
As Jason moaned loudly, most likely planting his seed deep into his wife, Ted’s attention switched from the television screen to the full whisky tumbler, which he stared at blankly, suffering inside. He took a big gulp and closed his eyes, savouring the mellow nectar in his mouth, which served to distract him from the excruciating self-centred wrath he was feeling.
Ted felt a little more at ease with a nearly empty tumbler and the deafening silence from above; he started dissecting Alice’s actions. He was aware that she was in pain just as much as he was and that the years of sexual neglect were solely his fault. Her inexperience always gave the impression that having sex was unneeded and filthy, perhaps even inappropriate for a vicar’s daughter.
Ted always yearned for oral sex, but even when encouraged, Alice never held him in her mouth for longer than a minute or two. Her reaction was motionless and mechanical, like that of an unprogrammed robot, with no desire or sense of adventure. Ultimately the lack of engagement drove him to a life of covert debauchery; in an attempt to find fulfilment outside of their marriage, he began frequenting nudist beaches and saunas in search of gratification.
Perhaps the most sensual thing he had ever witnessed was Alice’s explosive multiple orgasms as the young stud, with his massive ten-inch cock, smashed in and out of his wife’s unexplored depths; the pleasure that consumed her body was both captivating and agonising to watch. He knew in his heart that he would never be able to satisfy Alice in the same way since she had experienced the forbidden pleasures of a hung member. Ted had witnessed the identical expression on the faces of several other women, including Yuki, Peter’s wife: size queens who can only be satisfied by the thickest and longest of bulls.
“It’s getting late. Mind if I freshen up before I leave?” Jason slid off the bed, kissing Alice, Gracie and Sally on the lips before disappearing into the bathroom.
“Come on, Sally, let’s go to my room.” Gracie tugged Sally by her erect cock out of the room, stooping to pick up their discarded clothes on the way.
The sound of the shower pump running snapped Ted back to reality; the carriage clock on the mantel indicated that it was almost one in the morning. He thought Alice was getting ready for bed at long last. Alice went downstairs to the lounge, wondering where Ted had gone. She sat across from him with her arms folded, gazing contemptuously at his stupid face, waiting for him to say something but not wanting him to ruin the moment. She was astounded that her petite frame could accommodate such a gigantic weapon with ease. She had been a passenger on a flight to sexual awakening, dizzying heights that even in her wildest dreams she could never have comprehended until now.
She grinned to herself inwardly, bizarrely remembering a woman she’d seen a few days earlier in the grocery store, searching determinedly through the vegetable stand for the biggest cucumber she could find, carefully selecting the thickest, longest one; there was a satisfied expression on her face as she put the Jason-sized veg in her basket. Alice watched her check out with a single item and found it strange, but suddenly she realised what the woman had in mind, and it had nothing to do with tea and crustless cucumber sandwiches with the vicar.
Ted swigged back several large glugs of his whisky as if it were some sort of magic potion that would give him the strength to speak, but her frown only made him more hesitant. Her cheeks and chest were flushed red, her hair was wild, and smudged eyeshadow and lipstick made her appear like a hooker from a B-movie film. The tension in the air broke when Jason stuck his head around the living room door smelling of Ted’s Fengel body wash. Alice’s body trembled at the thought of his enormous shaft ramming into her once more. Like an addict, she wanted another fix.
“I am off now. That was a wild ride, Alice. Call me.” Jason waved goodbye, then disappeared from view. Ted didn’t look up from his tumbler.
There was a pregnant pause as the words “wild ride” and the vivid image of the woman from the grocery store meticulously handing and sizing her prized produce immediately aroused Alice, who leaped to her feet and darted out of the room after Jason, with one thing uppermost in her mind: a desire to be filled to the brim one last time and cum on his huge cucumber.
“WAIT, allow me to escort you to the door and properly bid you farewell.” Knowing full well that Alice would be all over the young bull, like a child at Christmas ripping off the wrapping to the gift they are most excited for. Ted let out a loud sigh and took another large gulp of whisky.
“Oh God, Jason, fuck me again before you leave, please; I want you. It’s never felt so good.” Her hand pawed at the growing bulge in his tight jeans as she pressed up against him. “Mmmm, OOohh! YES, so magnificent, so strong, so fucking huge, take me.” Feverishly pulling his zipper down, she released his pole and gasped with delight.
Alice looked up longingly at Jason’s boyish face and blue come-to-bed eyes; she had loved every moment of their passionate fucking and wasn’t prepared for it to be over. She ached for him to return to her willing pussy right there in the hallway. She pushed Jason back against the wall and guided the massive vessel to harbour, kissing him passionately. Alice took long, deep breaths as the girthy vessel docked, stretching her wide to unmatched delight. The hall was filled with the intense music of their frantic coupling. Ted turned towards the lounge door as he heard Alice moaning; he wanted to watch but couldn’t find the strength to stand as she cried out.
“Oh fuck, Jason, yes, so big, deeper, fuck me deep, babe, fill me full of cock. GOD, I am cumming again. Aaahhhh.” Alice’s eyes rolled as Jason spun her back against the wall and powered his cock deep with forceful strokes.
The sounds of wet slapping and ecstatic moans filled the hallway. Ted could hear Alice pleading with Jason to keep fucking her. Knowing full well that he would never be able to satisfy Alice like Jason, he was humiliated and defeated. There was no going back now that she’d developed a taste for hung males. Alice’s latent nymphomaniac side had been awakened by his own self-centred needs and sexual negligence; Ted was fully aware that this was his own doing and that no one else could be held accountable for her newfound cravings.
Ted moped upstairs with slow, deliberate steps, one hand gripping the neck of the whisky decanter and the other holding his empty tumbler. He was astonished by his stiff erection and felt extremely sorry for himself; her moans of ecstasy had strangely aroused him. Their bedroom smelt distinctly of sex; the musky aroma hung heavy in the still balmy air, the damp patches on the ruffled sheets a trophy to their athletic ability.
He took multiple swigs, draining the decanter of the leftover whisky while the picture of Alice impaled on Jason’s enormous pole kept coming back to haunt him. He felt as though he was trapped in a nightmare on a merry-go-round ride, with the background laughter and whimsical tune muffled by lengthy, throaty groans, round and round, never-ending. Within minutes, Ted was snoring after falling forward into the bed in a drunken daze.
It had been a balmy night; Alice struggled to fall asleep, her body responsive to even the smallest touch, fulfilled in a way she never would have imagined, but yet tortured by guilt for deeds of complete depravity. She was surprised that her anger at Ted had caused such an overwhelming reaction—one that was wholly uncharacteristic of her—but the exhilarating sense of power that came from being in complete control and controlling Ted elevated her to new heights of excitement. Every time she thought of the bewildered expression on his face as he witnessed her being driven to delirium by such a massive endowment, her body trembled. She wasn’t sure if he loved, hated, or felt ashamed, but his hard cock told her one thing for sure.
The inner walls of her vagina, swollen clit, and anus all flexed and spasmed vigorously in tandem in the aftermath of countless orgasms as the sensation of cum still flowing from her tender, well-used hole excited her yet again. Like a marathon runner, she had the stamina for more even if she was weak and worn out. She looked over at the mirrored wardrobe door; her swollen labia protruded from the flushed outer lips, scarlet and throbbing. Her gash gaped open like a hungry chick ready to devour a fat, juicy worm. She’d never examined a vagina before; the sight aroused her as she watched herself fingering her clit.
Something in the depths of her stomach felt distinctly different; Jason’s cock had reached an erogenous zone so deep inside her body that she had no idea existed; she was longing to be completely filled again, to be stretched and ravaged; she longed for the helmet of a substantial cock to rhythmically stimulate her G-spot and anterior walls, to push hard and deep against the fornix, unleashing another rapture of exquisite pleasure that would send her past nine and on to cloud twelve.
Her first priority was sex, and all she desired was to experience the exhilarating pleasure of fucking an enormous cock with total abandon for her own gratification. As she recalled Ted’s expression when Jason’s overdeveloped organ first entered her eager body, a sudden wave of shivers took hold. It was exhilarating to see the mixture of pleasure and sorrow in his wide eyes; her senses were heightened by being closely observed in the most private and intimate moments, an exhibitionist surge brought on by the heat of the moment. She was sure Ted had witnessed every thrust of the monstrous pole that fucked her so wildly.
-X-
Ted would be picked up by one of his business associates on Saturdays, which were typically reserved for golf. Compared to his small, thick-set wife, Yuki, Peter was in excellent physical condition for his age. He was roughly Ted’s age, tall, and debonair with a metrosexual appeal that Alice found alluring. Yuki’s mixed-race background—Japanese mother and Indian father—gave her breathtaking beauty, but she was a good ten years older than Peter. When Alice first met her at the corporate Christmas party, she immediately disliked her, the way she flaunted her large bust to admiring men, which protruded from the short, tight, glittering cocktail dress, appearing to Alice like a sophisticated hooker. Alice had no inkling that their worlds were on a trajectory for collision.
Ted and Peter were on the dance floor, making complete fools of themselves; Alice felt awkwardly isolated as she sat at their table next to Yuki but thought she should attempt to be friendly despite her sharp remarks and dismissive demeanour. She could understand why Peter found her appealing: a petite, curvy figure with generous breasts; her skin appeared silky smooth, perfectly tinted a light shade of brown, and her stunning face, reminiscent of a model on a magazine cover, required no makeup. Alice wished she could reflect that same kindness on the inside.
“How did the two of you meet?” Alice was expecting a mail-order bride story.
With a hint of mischief in her eyes and a crooked smile on one side of her mouth, Yuki turned to face Alice, who was wearing a frumpy dress and had straight, mousy hair pulled back by an Alice band. Yuki was a horrible flirt who enjoyed making fun of others. Alice was unaware of the peculiar and sexually suggestive nature of their encounter that was about to unfold before her.
“It was in a car; it must be eight years ago. How time flies! Alex, my boyfriend at the time, had taken me to a friend’s birthday party. It was a great evening; I probably drank too much champagne.” There was a sparkle in her eyes as she recalled the events.
“A car?” Alice had jumped to the conclusion that she had slipped out of the party to have sex with Peter in a car.
“Alex and that fucking stupid classic car of his always breaking down. As the evening ended, we were outside, but the car wouldn’t start; it was cold, and I hadn’t bothered with a coat. We ended up arguing because I was mad at him. A group of people parked next to our car offered a lift.”
“So Peter was in that group.” Alice found herself intrigued by the tale, curious to find out what happened next.
“Yes. Anyway, there were five people already, so not really any room. Mark, the driver, lived close to Alex, so he offered to drop me off. Alex had already called the breakdown service, and I wasn’t going to hang around in the cold. That’s when Peter offered me a seat on his lap, saying it’s not that far and he could imagine me being light as a feather. I didn’t wait for Alex to object and crammed in giggling as I sat on his lap; that’s where the story begins.” Yuki took a slow, deliberate sip from her wine and stared directly into Alice’s eyes, ready to enjoy the tease as she built the tension.
“Everyone in the car was pretty drunk, chatting together, not paying any attention to Peter and me. He was asking about me and Alex when I noticed he was slowly growing; it was wedged right between my buttocks.” Yuki could see Alice’s eyes widen in surprise. She felt her nipples hardening, excited to see Alice’s response as she went into more graphic detail. Yuki took another sip of wine, pausing the conversation.
“He kept chatting to me like nothing had happened, probably for the benefit of the others in the car. At first I didn’t know what to do; I just looked at him, but it just kept growing. He is very well hung indeed; I had to shift position….” Before Yuki had the chance to taunt Alice further, Ted and Pater appeared sweaty and breathless from the dance floor.
Alice didn’t want to hear the graphic details, so she was relieved by the interruption. She thought to herself, “What a tramp.” And she avoided talking to Yuki for the remainder of the evening; she didn’t think about the incident again. For the next six months, she didn’t think about Yuki until her transformation from a frumpy, sexless wife to a size queen and nymphomaniac reminded her that Peter had a big cock and was coming for golf today.
She pictured herself sitting on Peter’s lap in place of Yuki in the back of a small car, his enormous hard cock pressed against her dripping snatch; she pictured carefully moving her soaked panties to one side and covertly unfastening his zip, letting their skin come into contact. Ted occasionally glanced at her in the rearview mirror, unaware of the pleasure she was getting as Peter’s girth slipped inside balls deep, her eyes rolling as her pussy lips spread across his wide girth. It seemed particularly taboo and an appropriate retaliation to claim his cock for Yuki’s scathing comments at the Christmas party.
Alice was going to flirt with Peter and conquer his desire to have her. She got chills at the idea of fucking the same cock that had been in Ted’s mouth and inside Yuki’s treasure box. Alice began to plot how she would win Peter over because she was certain that Peter was up to no good with Ted and she was determined to find out just how close they were.
-X-
Ted lay sprawled like a starfish on the bed with no covers; the empty whisky decanter on the bedside table served as a painful reminder of the night’s torment. Alice paused for a brief moment, looking at his thick, semi-erect shaft, her dripping pussy on fire. She imagined seducing Peter and riding him in front of Ted’s face as an act of dominance. Ted was going to be her cuckold forever, even if he was unaware of it at the time. She rolled over and straddled him; Ted didn’t bat an eyelid, his fat shaft pressing against her slippery entrance as she gasped in desire for a cock within her aching pussy. Ted was unconscious and wouldn’t be strong enough to sate Alice’s desire.
“No, not yet; he needs to be awake and suffer until he agrees to become my bitch.” Alice thought as she slid off Ted and made her way to the bathroom.
The velvety loofah and coconut-scented suds revitalised the silky soft skin as the refreshing water cascaded over her tingling body. In retrospect, Alice was unable to comprehend the complete insanity of the day before. Ted had witnessed her being sexually fulfilled by Jason and then Sally while he stood by helplessly. As the soft sponge moved across her chest, causing her nipples to rapidly harden, her thoughts wandered; she pondered what Peter would look like nude and how she might entice him in front of Ted while still keeping complete control of the situation.
Her fingers unconsciously caressed her swollen clit; all of a sudden, she shuddered as a tiny but satisfying climax erupted in her loins, temporarily relieving the ongoing want to be filled with cock. Alice put on her favourite new pink silk babydoll nightgown, which was short, semi-transparent, and perfect for getting Peter hot under the collar. Her smoky eyes were highlighted by thick black eyeliner and a rich red lipstick to complete the look. She went downstairs, leaving Ted napping.
Alice anxiously awaited Peter’s arrival while lazily flipping through one of Ted’s shemale magazines in the lounge. She was on fire, wriggling on the couch and rubbing her clit into the plush leather as each picture of the hung shemales fed her flames, eager for Peter to fill the void left by Jason. Like scented honey, the air was made sweeter by the aroma of her joy. Alice was startled out of her reverie by the sound of Peter’s sporty Mercedes coming down the gravel drive. She glanced at the mantel clock. “Exactly on time.” The pulsating sports engine shook to a deafening hush, and her heart rate accelerated.
The big wooden door opened before Peter could press the doorbell, and Alice stood framed in the surround like a porn star from the 1980s welcoming the pizza delivery man. Alice had completely forgotten about her recent metamorphosis, so she was taken aback by the bewildered expression on his face and hoped for immediate passion in his eyes. The fragrant scent of Arabic oudh drifted in, brought by the wind like a personal message addressed to her. Alice swooned as the seductive aroma of liquid gold caressed her senses, filling her nostrils with the seductive, enigmatic earthy tones that immediately aroused her more like a potent aphrodisiac.
Peter looked at the half-clad redhead in front of him with newfound appreciation, plainly shocked and wondering who she was. Her long, mousy hair had been replaced with short, spiky red hair, and the practical shoes and frumpy clothes had vanished. Every inch of her naked, slim legs was visible beneath the short nightie, which sat just below her pussy. The hard nipples protruded, and visible moisture leaked between her inner thighs, revealing her aroused state. Peter frowned as he examined her once more.
“A… A… Alice?… Is that you?”
“In the flesh.” Alice turned slowly with her arms bent and palms upturned to give Peter a three-sixty view. “Do you like the new me?” Peter swallowed hard, not knowing quite how to respond.
“Ted is sleeping like a baby; he drank too much whisky last night. Do come in though; I have just brewed a fresh pot of coffee. Make yourself at home in the lounge, and I’ll bring you a cup, white, no sugar, right?” Alice felt a fresh surge of juice leaking between her thighs; the prey was in her spider’s web.
The sun was shining through the wide French windows in the lounge, and the unusually warm morning was getting hotter by the minute. Peter was tempted to take a quick look at the open magazine on the low table next to Alice’s empty coffee cup, but he didn’t want to get caught reading it. Alice reappeared and placed a cup of coffee in front of Peter, slowly leaning over from the waist so he could see her soft dangling tits as her nightgown slid forward. Then she turned and moved effortlessly across the room without uttering a word.
As the light streamed through the window, her small figure was wonderfully silhouetted beneath the thin, silky fabric of her nightie; she paused purposefully as though posing for a lingerie photo shoot. A glance of the meaty labia hanging in the space between her slender thighs made Peter swallow hard once more.
Her nightie followed her motion as she slowly raised the heavy sash window, exposing her sacred flesh: the shimmering slit between her meaty lips, the dark hole of her anus above, and the tight, boyish buttocks that tapered beautifully to her thin legs all exposed. Although the immediate breeze was pleasant, it didn’t significantly lessen the burning in Peter’s lap.
Peter quickly glanced down at his coffee before Alice turned, avoiding eye contact since he knew the lustful expression in his eyes would reveal his thoughts. Alice’s pupils dilated as soon as she saw the large lump in his lap, and she could know that her well-planned exposé had succeeded by the flushing over his cheeks.
“I’ve got you,” she thought, planning her next move, as she sat comfortably across from Peter, grinning at him.
“I think it might be better if we let Ted sleep it off; I can’t imagine his swing will be any good after the amount of whisky he drank last night.” Alice watched his reaction as she crossed her legs, providing another glimpse of her freshly shaven pussy.
Peter’s erection strained painfully at an odd position, and he was already experiencing extreme discomfort. After revealing her most private pleasures to him, his closest friend’s half-naked, attractive wife had made it impossible for him to think about anything else. His forehead began to perspire; the sun was too hot to be comfortable as it scorched through the glass. In an attempt to reposition his fully erect, throbbing cock, Peter shifted uncomfortably and crossed his legs, demonstrating to Alice that she was, in fact, in complete control of the situation. Playfully, she walked her fingers slowly across the table towards the shemale magazine; she picked it up and slowly fanned her face. Peter’s mouth dropped wide at the ridiculous predicament he was in.
Selecting her words carefully, she said, “I think I pushed Ted too far yesterday, but in my defence, I had good reason. Peter, is it not fair to have what your husband has?” Peter sat in silence, uncertain where the conversation was going, though he suspected he knew.
“If he can indulge, then I see no reason why I can’t enjoy myself too.” Peter could see she was eyeing the huge bulge in his lap.
“That looks impressively large?” Peter breathed a sigh of relief as Ted appeared in the doorway wearing his beloved paisley dressing gown, looking rather dishevelled.
As he looked around the room, Ted’s eyes filled with agony. Alice was making advances on his closest buddy since she wasn’t satisfied with the pounding she had taken the previous evening. Like Peter’s cock, her nipples were rigid, thick, and erect as they protruded against the smooth fabric of her nightgown. Her slender, naked legs were slightly apart so that the interior flesh of her thighs could be seen. Deep down, Ted was in pain; he knew there was nothing he could do to stop what was going to happen, but there was a part of him that wanted to watch Alice enjoy Peter’s enormous cock.
“Oh, you’re awake. We thought we’d let you sleep it off; I was just about to tell Peter all about yesterday.” Alice opened the neck of her nightie further, revealing even more of her cleavage as she stared with mischief into Ted’s eyes.
“Sorry, Peter, I am feeling a little fragile today; could we skip golf?” Ted’s hand soothed his throbbing forehead. “Do we have any headache pills?”
“In the drawer by the sink.” Alice pointed toward the kitchen, not taking her gaze from Peter’s bulge. “I’ve never had the opportunity to get to know you, Peter. I am sure you’re a fascinating man, and I see you have hidden talents.” Peter blushed.
“Well, I don’t know about hidden talents, but you’re right; Ted and I usually do shoot off for golf without stopping for a chat.” Peter started to feel more relaxed and less out of his depth now that Ted was present.
“Eager to get the balls out, no doubt.” Alice smiled, looking straight at Ted, as Peter feigned a giggle, wondering just how much she really knew about their relationship.
Ted sat silently since he didn’t want to upset Alice after witnessing her violent rejection of him the day before, and he wasn’t prepared for a similar performance, particularly in front of Peter. He felt rough, yet there was an electrifying tension in the air as he wondered what Alice was up to and what she would say. Ted had already braced himself for the worst, anticipating that Alice would mount Peter and make him witness their coupling.
“Peter, you must be scorching. Why don’t we all just make ourselves comfortable?” Alice stood and slipped the babydoll over her shoulders; it glided like a feather to the floor, leaving her completely naked except for the fluffy pink strap slippers.
“There, so much better. You too, Ted.” Alice loosened the cord on his Ted’s gown; he struggled in vain to keep it on, but Alice was surprisingly strong for her size, managing to free it with two sharp tugs.
Peter’s mouth fell open once again as Alice and Ted sat back on the sofa totally naked. “Do make yourself comfy, Peter. I’m quite sure you have nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ve seen a big cock before.”
“What’s it like, Ted? Suckable, fuckable?” Peter and Ted exchanged hurried glances, their eyes darting back and forth; Alice intuitively knew their secret.
Ted’s cock was excited by her vulgar remarks because he had seen and sucked Peter off numerous times and was aware of how attractive his shaft was—shaven, thick, uncut, longer than his, and with a huge bulbous mushroom head. There is always an abundance of delicious jizz inside his huge hanging balls. Peter thought the whole situation was bizarre, like he was watching a ridiculous porn movie from the 1980s on television.
“Don’t be bashful, Peter; let it all hang out. Some encouragement, perhaps.” Alice leaned back on the sofa and spread her legs wide open. “There.” Her beautiful honeypot splayed open, still stretched from Jason’s pounding.
Ted was furious with Alice for completely ignoring his presence in the room, not even asking for his approval, and openly exposing herself for her own self-gratification.
“Ah! What the fuck? I feel like a nerd at a disco still dressed when you’re both naked.” Effortlessly, Peter unfastened his shirt and trousers, which he folded neatly on the table.
Gazing at Alice’s delicate petals, Peter felt his pulse race and his cock twitch the hardest it had felt in a while. The tight white Y-fronts strained to contain the sizable bulge; with a quick downward tug, the girthy meat sprang free and stuck upright proudly as a long dribble of pre-cum leaked from the tip.
Peter’s heart raced, and his cock twitched more violently than it had in a long time; the white Y-fronts struggled to contain him as he stared at Alice’s beautiful petals. A lengthy drop of pre-cum escaped from the tip as the girthy meat sprang free and stuck erect proudly.
“MY GOSH, PETER, impressive to say the least, Yuki wasn’t lying.’ Alice’s eyes widened as she studied the large bulbous head that looked distinctly out of place at the top of his veiny shaft, like an earthball mushroom on a fat stalk.
“I never knew how completely different they could be from each other.” Alice was fascinated by the freakishly large bulging helmet and instantly wondered how it would feel as it strained her entrance and slipped in and out of her soaked hole.
“God, I just adore the sight of a big… hard… cock; it makes me so fucking horny.” Alice moaned, squeezing her nipples hard. “Look at it, Ted; tell me you want to suck it.”
Although Peter’s head and shaft were somewhat thicker, he was a tad shorter than Jason; but his nine hard inches of meat and heavy, low-hanging balls were a lovely gift for Alice’s captivated gaze. She started to comprehend Ted’s fascination with cocks and their various forms. She felt a compelling need to fall on her knees and worship the potent instrument that she knew would soon send her into a delirious state.
“Ted, I can hardly wait to have that magnificent nine-iron driving into me.” Alice slid two fingers along her slit, coating them with her thick cream. “Suck him. Get that huge thing ready for me; I want to see you sucking Peter’s cock. Show me how you love sucking cocks.”
“Alice…” Ted objected, almost embarrassed; she could see the look of dread in his eyes and glared hard at him as if to say, Do it now.
“DON’T… YOU get over there this instant and suck that monster cock.” Alice felt a rush of adrenaline as she pointed to Peter’s erection with a domineering presence.
“Alice… please…” Ted knew his plea was hopeless; he was still hungover and feeling very sorry for himself and angry with Alice and not in the best of moods for sucking.
“SUCK IT NOW, but don’t make him cum. Peter, I want you to save that for my pussy,” Alice demanded in a stern voice, as she pushed Ted in Peter’s direction with her foot.
Ted crossed the room, hunched over like a sulking child, and positioned himself between Peter’s knees as he reclined on the couch, giving Ted full access to his heavy ballsack and pulsating shaft as he had done countless times. As Alice watched, intrigued, they were able to freely and openly embrace their bisexual side because they knew their secrets were out.
Ted was a skilled cocksucker who would consistently win a gold medal if it were an Olympic event. He skilfully kissed, licked, and sucked Peter’s shaft and balls with a delicate grace, savouring every inch that slipped to the back of his throat, Alice observed with great curiosity. Ted worshipped his manhood like a god, and Peter groaned sublimely, lost in the joy of his adulation. Alice had never felt more aroused; it was forbidden to see two guys engrossed in pleasure, but it was also very alluring and sensual. Both men’s ecstatic groans filled the room, giving Alice goosebumps.
Alice vigorously masturbated to the unrestrained cocking display as her clit twitched and totally inflated due to their pleasure. As she moved across the room, her level of desire increased to a fever point on the verge of climaxing. She was going crazy from the smell of his cologne. The urge to suck Peter with the same vigour was overpowering, but so too was her need to be filled. As she straddled Peter’s cock, her pussy ached to be filled, and she yearned to stare into Ted’s eyes as she was filled with a powerful cock; she wanted to see the look on his face and to be watched.
“MOVE ASIDE, guide that cock in Ted, watch me take the whole thing.” Alice flicked off her pink fluffy strap slippers and straddled Peter’s lap, her pussy leaking uncontrollably with anticipation.
Ted gripped Peter’s girth, akin to a beer can, and rubbed the head along Alice’s slit until the head pressed at the opening. Alice shivered, her legs wobbled as she pressed down, her orgasm imminent. Ted’s eyes remained fixed on the coupling just inches away; the bulbous mushroom head stretched her wider than before and suddenly disappeared from view inside her aching cunt as the lips swallowed it in.
Ted held Peter, his girth resembling a beer can, and massaged his head along Alice’s slit until it rested against the aperture. With an impending climax, Alice’s body shook, and her legs trembled as she applied pressure. Ted’s gaze stayed locked on their penetration only a few inches away; the bulbous mushroom head made her wider than ever before, then abruptly Peter’s helmet vanished from view as the lips engulfed it, sucking the bulbous head inside her aching cunt.
“Aaahhh, fuck Peter, it’s so thick. Aaaahhh, YES.” Alice slid all the way down; Peter was balls deep. “Jesus, that’s so fucking good, you’re going to make me CU…..” Alice instantly started to convulse as she bucked wildly, moaning as her first climax on Peter’s cock exploded.
For what seemed like an eternity, Alice rode Peter’s cock, grinding her pelvis against his as she repeatedly orgasmed, her thick fluids lubricating the smooth bucking. The two writhed in intense desire, totally focused on their own pleasure
The ease with which she climaxed on Peter’s cock and the fact that she only seemed interested in hung cocks banging deep into her snatch made Ted feel angry again. As she rode the waves of orgasm after orgasm, Ted watched her anus spasm open and close, teasing him as her other hole stretched around Peter’s monstrous girth. He stood up quickly, a fire blazing deep inside. He lined up his erection to the tiny puckered sphincter and pushed forward hard in a fit of rage.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? AHH!” Alice cried out with the pain of Ted’s assault on her tight hole. She’d never let Ted anywhere near it previously.
Alice collapsed on Peter’s chest, unable to move and still trembling with the ecstasy of a powerful orgasm as Ted drove his cock all the way home, causing every nerve ending to tingle as the initial discomfort of forcing her ass open quickly dissipated and she came again on two completely inserted cocks, one in Alice’s pussy and one in her ass, penetrating her. She had never thought of double penetration, but she knew she would need two guys to satisfy her lust for cocks going forward. The pleasure was powerful and unlike anything she had ever experienced.
“MMMmmm, yes, don’t stop. I can’t believe it, two cocks at the same time. WOW, fuck me, boys.” It was the last coherent thing Alice said.
Her cries of delight were high-pitched, long, and loud, like the steam from the whistle of a train as it enters a deep, dark tunnel. She was lost in oblivion as two attacking cocks ruthlessly banged back and forth, in and out, like the pistons of a steam train at full speed. Eventually Ted shot hot cum deep into her anus, releasing his pent-up wrath. Now reduced to a lifeless rag doll, Alice groaned softly as the hot cum heated her insides.
When Peter was ready to release, he turned Alice over. Her face and chest were flushed brilliant red, and her eyes were glazed, possibly even somewhat boss-eyed; the looting of both cocks was the most satisfying feeling of her life, and she exuded satisfaction from every inch of her body. As Peter steamed back into her tunnel, she stared down in disbelief. After a few thrusts, he stiffened, buried balls deep, his mushroom head crushed against her fornix. As jet after jet of cum filled Alice’s womb, blast after blast, seemingly endlessly, her eyes were wide open in shock. Peter’s volume of spunky ejaculation always impressed Ted.
“Let me,” Ted pulled Peter away and looked down at Alice’s used holes, trails of jizz leaking from both. The sight instantly swelled his cock.
“Go on.” Alice barely managed to string the words together; she could see the look of delight on his face, like a kid in a sweet shop, knowing the cream pie was his to feast on.
Ted dug his tongue into every nook and cranny feasting on copious amounts of cum, devouring it as deftly as he had sucked on Peter’s cock. Unable to bear any more pleasure, Alice attempted to push him away, but Ted simply tightened his hold on her wrists. Alice began to sob; her limits had been reached, and she believed she had nothing more to give until Ted’s smooth tongue probed and licked at her anus, causing her clit to spasm violently with ecstasy. When Peter noticed her body reacting, he gently whacked her bud with the palm of his fingers.
“Oh, fuckkkkk.” After one final climax, Alice fell asleep.
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After experiencing numerous orgasms from two cocks simultaneously, Alice awoke, unsure of how long she had been asleep. She was ecstatic, joyful, content, and completely satisfied like she had never felt. She gripped her belly as if she were pregnant; she wasn’t in agony but content with the deep feeling of joy. She was worn out and needed some time to recover from the pounding but knew she couldn’t resist if a huge cock presented itself. She looked around the room and saw that Peter was missing, his neatly folded clothing no longer on the table. With his cock still firm, Ted grinned at her while lying nude across from her.
“I am sorry, Alice, sorry for everything, but I really love you, you know that. We should probably discuss where this is all going.” Alice stayed silent; she had her revenge, but it had changed her outlook on life. She knew she could never go back now; the box of delights had been opened, and there were so many more treats inside.
“I am okay with you fucking other men, but it should be something we do together. I want to be a part of it and not excluded.” There was a long pause before Alice replied.
“Such a naughty little cuck, so eager to clean up other men’s spunk from my used cunt, my own little bitch,” Alice shivered with fresh excitement. “Where is Peter?”
“He’s gone to pick up Yuki and their friend Brad. They’ll be back soon; you’ll like Brad.” Ted smiled knowingly.
“Why is Yuki coming, for fuck’s sake? I don’t like her; she’s a horrible woman. I prefer just cock.” Then she smiled at the thought of making her watch as Peter fucked her, sending a bolt of heat to her clit.
“She’s coming to punish you for fucking Peter without her.”
“I’d like to see that bitch try; I’ll just fuck him again, see how she likes that.”
“You have no idea, do you?” Ted laughed loudly, annoying Alice.
Through the open window came the sound of tyres crunching on the gravel drive. As Brad, Yuki, and Peter approached the front door, Alice stood nude in front of the window. Brad had a Scandinavian appearance, was in his thirties, and was as tall as Peter. Ted went to the door to welcome them after putting on his robe. Alice remained nude, facing the door while mentally getting ready for the Yuki showdown. For a while, there was conversation in the hallway, and Alice believed she heard Yuki moan softly, the seemed to take their time arriving.
She was surprised to see Ted enter the room hard and nude, followed by a hard and nude Peter. Brad then followed with his rock-hard ten-inch cock. Then last, Yuki entered the room sporting a skimpy breast tube that hardly covered her tits, tight black leggings, and high red leather boots. With her hands on her hips and her legs spread, she stood looking just as stunning as Alice had remembered. Then, like a heavyweight boxer’s strike, shock struck her hard as Yuki stroked the lengthy sausage, straining beneath the tight pants, as if it were her favourite pet. Alice was astounded; similar to Sally, Yuki was a trap—a stunning, alluring shemale with a huge cock that she intended to use on Alice’s holes.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, and I have to punish you.” Yuki unzipped the tight leggings and fished out a massive twelve-inch anaconda cock.
“Hold her down, boys.”
The end.
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