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Jack and Sharon and Friends M+F
By Dudley Dowrite
Dudley_dowrite@hotmail.com
WARNING!!! -- This story deals with graphic sex and some violence, If you
are underage, please exit this message and this newsgroup.
This has taken longer than I had expected it to. The story line started to
get away from me. Changed it a couple of times. So here it is for better or
worse. Please let me know which.
I'd like to thank those who wrote to me. I think, for the most part, they
were all male. One can't always tell from the 'handle'. I'd appreciate some
input from the distaff side also, if there are any of you reading the story.
Jack and Sharon and Friends
Chapter 6
By Dudley Dowrite
Sharon started to come to her senses again. She felt someone behind her,
fucking her. She had no idea who it was with his dick in her. She also
didn't know how long she had been out, or if anyone else had had her while
she was out, or what time it was, or what day it was. All she knew for sure
was that she was alive, she was too hung over to be dead.
"Who are you?"
"Well sleepy head, you're back with us. As you can see, we haven't missed
you, you've been a very willing recipient."
"Oh, Pete," she recognized his voice, "what time is it, how long have I been
asleep?"
"It's six thirty in the evening of the same day you passed out, you've only
missed a couple of hours and a couple on needy cocks. Well, more than a
couple, six I think. I've had you so often today, I don't even think I can
cum again. Just thought this would be the most fun way to wake you up.
Actually, I think you're safe for a while, I don't think anyone could cum
right now. You've fucked us all out, girl."
"Are you going to take the shackles off now? I've got to pee."
"Yeah, come on, I think we've abused you enough for today, there will be
other days, I'm sure. You did enjoy yourself, didn't you?"
She had a sense of self-loathing to have to admit it, but the truth was she
had, "Yes, I have thoroughly enjoyed myself."
Pete had undone her ankles and came around to the other side. "Going to be
mundane at home, with just your husband to fuck. I hope you have a good
looking delivery boy." Geez, we do have a good-looking delivery boy, No, I
couldn't, and Jack would have a cow.
"I don't need anyone but Jack, he's more than enough lover for me."
"I think you'll be back sooner than later. Frank tells us you like women,
too. Next time maybe we'll invite some company for you. I think you'd put a
really good show for us. You're one hot woman.
Sharon couldn't believe that prick Frank would tell them about Cindy and
Maria. But she probably deserved it, she concluded, she had acted like real
slut for the past week, fucking any one available.
"Come on, you have to get cleaned up, the caterer will be here soon. I have
a bath ready for you." Pete led Sharon to the tub, but her first couple of
steps were shaky. "Here, I thought you might be wobbly, I brought you a
little drink to steady you up." He handed her a glass of the orange liquid
she had earlier in the afternoon, without the drug.
I'd better not, I might get drunk all over again."
"No, you need it, believe me, just take a sip. Don't slog it down." Sharon
took a reasonable drink and in a moment it did steady her.
Sharon followed him into the bathroom. "Do you mind, I really have to pee."
"I don't mind," but he didn't leave either, instead he stripped and got in
the tub.
Sharon sat on the potty and peed. "Is that tub for you or me?"
"I thought you'd need someone to wash your back." Pete spread his legs in
the large tub, providing Sharon plenty of room to sit between them. The
water was hot and relaxing, she sat clear of Pete. He reached for her and
gently pulled him against his chest. She recoiled. "Relax, I'm your only
friend here, I'm the only one that didn't get abusive with you, remember?"
Sharon realized he hadn't, even after she laughed at him for cumming all
over himself while she fucked Tony. Sharon leaned back against him and
relaxed. Pete scooped water and let it cascade over her tits. She relaxed
even more, closing her eyes and allowing herself to trust this man.
Pete removed the ribbon from her hair that held her French braid in place.
He undid the braid and loosened her hair with his fingers. He ran his
fingers through her, gentle massaging her scalp. It felt wonderful to
Sharon. She total relaxed herself against him.
Pete soaped his hand and washed her breasts, belly and vaginal area. His
gentle fingers began to put Sharon to sleep. But she woke up quickly when
Pete told her, "We talked about Jack today.
"What did you decide, are you going to help him?"
"If we didn't would you come back to us for more weekends?"
Sharon paused. Pete was sure she would immediately say no, but he glad to
hear her say, "I don't know, I think so."
"Why just 'I think so", why can't you just do it?" Sharon could feel his
cock growing against her back.
"I don't want to lose Jack. But, you're right, something happened to me this
weekend. I don't think I'll ever be truly happy with just one man." Pete
lowered his hand to her pussy and gently caressed it, slowly, with loving
tenderness. Despite herself, Sharon was getting turned on.
"Then you will be back?"
"Yes." It was barely a whisper. Sharon felt shame well up in her. But it was
soon replace with wantonness when she felt a finger find its mark and slide
into her wet pussy.
Pete was caressing her tits with his free hand. Lightly pinched her nipples.
"Then I'll tell you, we have just about decided to go along with Jack on the
deal. We want to make a formal proposal to him in a few weeks."
Sharon spun around, kissing him with thankful passion, "Oh, gawd, Pete,
thank you, thank you so much. I would have died of shame if I couldn't bring
Jack back something."
"Swing your legs over mine, I have someplace special for you to sit." Sharon
laughed.
"You're the nicest one here, Pete. You really do know how to treat a woman."
She straddled his legs, reached for his hard cock and slid into her much
fucked but insatiable cunt.
"Don't move, Sharon, let me hold you." He held Sharon to him and caressed
her back and neck. Not with the violence she had encountered from them when
they fucked her. But rather with compassionate warmth. Sharon wrapped her
arms around him and buried her face in his neck, she started to cry, very
softly, but enough for Pete to notice.
"What's wrong, Sharon?"
"I don't know why I did this, it was exciting and I thought it would be fun.
Frank had been a little mean at our house, but I thought that was just for
show. But none of you have given me any respect, and all I wanted was to
give you a good time and have a good time myself. All you wanted to do was
fuck me, wanted me to be a slut whore." Duh, Pete thought. "And now I don't
know how I'm going to readjust, gawd, Pete, I do love to be fucked."
Sharon was now crying full out. Ever time she sob, she moved on Pete's cock
and squeezed it. Pete was very aroused. He really wanted to fuck her, but he
need something first. "Sharon, I really want to help you. I want you to be
able to assure Jack that we are going to work with him. But, we can't put a
plan together unless we know what he told you about the deal"
Sharon took Pete's face in her hands. She looked right into his eyes. "Oh,
gawd, Pete, don't kill the deal just because I don't know anything about it.
As far as I know, Jack doesn't have a plan. Can't you see how important this
is to me, if I knew anything that would help you make up your minds for him,
I would tell you? Oh, gawd Pete, your breaking my heart." Not that Pete
really gave a shit.
"OK, I believe you Sharon, we just won't be able to offer the best deal
possible, But then again a deal's a deal. Now, move your little tusch and
get me off, I think I can cum again."
Sharon washed the tears off her face and began to ride his prick. Pete, now
that he was sure she did know anything, just wanted another fuck. "Get up."
Sharon rose off her lap. He stepped out of the tub and pulled her out behind
him. "Kneel on the floor." Sharon got a couple of towels, fold them and put
them under her knees to protect her from the cold, tile floor that was hard.
She rested her head on the side of the tub. Pete knelt reentered her
forcefully and plunged his turgid cock in and out of her. She began to feel
the lustful feelings that signaled a cum. Please, let me cum this time, I
need to cum. Pete's drove his cock like an auto piston, driving harder and
harder. Sharon reached that place she had been for over an hour earlier in
the afternoon, but this time she was not betrayed.
"Gawd, Pete, you always get me off. You're such a good fucker, bang my
pussy, oh, gawd, Pete, hurt me. Pete plunged into her harder, pile driving
his cock into her. I need Tony. Tony knows how to hurt a girl. But even
without Tony, this time she came, and came, and came. She couldn't, and
didn't want to, stop the monumental orgasm that had over taken her.
"Peeettttteeee." Pete fucked and fucked, but couldn't cum. He refused to
quit; he kept pumping and humping his cock into her. And she just kept
cumming.
Finally, it was over. Sharon collapsed onto the cold floor, it help to
resuscitate her. Pete stood up, leg weary. "Come on, Sharon, you have to get
ready." He picked up his clothes and left her on the floor.
Eventually, Sharon got up, drained the tub and ran a shower. She washed her
hair and her body, as she cleansed herself, she thought, If they're all as
worn out as Pete, tonight should be pretty easy.
Sharon got out of the showered, dried off and then realized she was not in
the room her things were in. She started to wrap a towel around her to walk
upstairs to the other bedroom, and realized it was a little late for
modesty. Sharon strode through the house to the stairs in the buff. As she
passed the dining room, George was coming out.
Well, Sharon, looking for me, need a good fuck?"
"Yes, George, operative word being 'good'."
"Son of a bitch, you're always looking to pick a fight with me. What did ZI
do to you?"
"Gee, I don't know George. By the way, did you find your belt?"
"OK, I'll admit I got carried away, but you have to admit, you liked getting
your butt spank in the beginning, didn't you?"
Shit, I hope he doesn't see my pussy leaking, I'm so fucking hot talking
about him spanking me. "Truth is, George, I did like, it and I wanted to
like you. But you have an attitude with me, you treat me like a whore, and
maybe I am, but I don't enjoy the way you always want to abuse me."
George looked as if her admonishment was making its point, "I am sorry.
You're right, I did have an attitude with you. And all you wanted to do was
give us a good time. I'm sorry, can you forgive me?" As George was speaking,
he moved closer to Sharon. He put his arm around her and caressed her
bottom. "You're the best fuck I've ever had. And I should have back off when
I spanked you so that you would enjoy it. You have such a spankable ass,
too." By this time, George had enveloped her in both arms, one hand caressed
her derriere and the middle finger of the other was inserted in her
well-stretched asshole. "Can we start again?" It was a whisper in her
delicate ear. But she heard it in her core, the core that had been arrested
by lust.
Sharon's had taken George's hard cock in her hands and held it lovingly.
"I'm such a sucker for a sob story. OK, come up with me, but hurry, I don't
want another gang bang just now."
George pick her up in his strong-arms and carried her up the stairs, two at
a time. When the got to the bed, George kissed her deeply on her lips and
asked, "Should I continue with my hand?"
Sharon shivered with fear, but didn't say no. Her kiss on his lips, one of
tenderness, said it all.
He closed and locked the door. George sat on the bed and patted his lap,
invitingly. Sharon lay across his legs, her bottom offered up to him in a
jester of peace between them. As he gently caressed her exposed ass, he told
her, "You have the finest ass I've ever abused. When I get through with this
ass, you'll be calling me to come and abuse you." Sharon shivered in fearful
anticipation.
George skimmed his fingertips along the crack between her Nubian cheeks.
SWACK! Sharon jumped involuntarily. George caressed the spot he had just
violated. SWACK, on the other cheek, again he caressed the abused area.
SWACK, SWACK, SWACK, SWACK! The stinging assault left her breathless. George
caressed the redness. He put his hands under her hips and lifted her
reddened ass to his mouth; he kissed and licked the abuse. He lay her back
on his lap, again SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK alternating cheeks and harder
this time. Sharon squealed a wiggled, but did not pull away. George held her
cheeks in his hands and felt the warmth.
"I love your ass, Sharon, I love spanking you more than anyone else I've
ever abused." SMACK, SMACK, harder, SMACK, still harder, SMACK, SMACK,
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, Sharon wiggled her hips hard into his lap and
felt his cock growing beneath her. She reached a hand under her found his
hardened cock and caressed and stroked through his clothes. George slowed
and eased back on his attack, finally caressing her again. Sharon relaxed
into his lap, still stroking his cock.
Again he assaulted her ass, hard stinging slaps, hardest yet. Sharon moaned
with pleasure raised her ass off his lap, still clutching his cock, now with
both hands. The assault continued the longest series yet. George knew what
he was doing, for just then, Sharon came, leaking love juice all over his
lap. George continued the fiery attack, relentlessly. Sharon responded with
a stronger cum, gushing more juice on George's lap. George mercifully dialed
back the intensity until he was once again caressing her. He waited until
Sharon had caught her breath.
"I guess that makes it Sharon 3 - George 1, I think I'll continue to close
the gap." They both laughed. Sharon hoped she would be able to turn George
into a friend and gain another ally, just as Pete was now an ally. She also
prayed she was misreading what was going on.
"George, why don't you take your clothes off and get on the bed with me. You
can hold me in your arms as you make love to my ass. And then maybe we can
see if we can't score together. Wouldn't that be fun?"
Sharon helped George strip. She went to her knees to remove his shoes and
socks. George had opened his pants and let them drop for Sharon to remove.
Sharon opened his boxers and they dropped. His turgid cock pulsated
invitingly before her mouth. Sharon reached around, cupped his ass cheeks,
holding him as she enveloped his cock with her sweet mouth. George held her
head, humping into her mouth. After a few minutes of pleasant mouth fucking,
George took her arms and encouraged her to stand. They made their way to the
bed and lay side by side.
George took her in his arms and they kissed with fiery passion. Sharon
rolled up on George's stomach slid high enough for his dick to clear her
stomach, slid his prick into her pussy and pressed herself back down,
burying George in her hot, sultry belly. She looked up into his eyes and
whispered, "My ass is waiting for you."
No other woman had ever invited him to abuse her as Sharon had just done.
George put an arm around her and held her lovingly, with the other hand he
caressed her bottom. SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! Over and over he punished
her ass cheeks. Ever time his hand stung her ass; Sharon made a
reciprocating move on his prick. They were both on fire. SWACK! SWACK!
SWACK! Harder each time and each time Sharon leapt with the prick in her
belly.
As George reddened her ass, Sharon found his nipple and bit on it. As she
bit down, George slowed his violate outrage of her buttocks. Sharon
continued to bite, fearing she might bite through it, but George made no
move to stop her. George had stopped spanking her, he cupped her very hot
ass cheek in his hands and squeezed as hard as he could. He moaned with
pleasure/pain, he didn't know which and didn't care, Sharon continued to
apply pressure on her bite. "Oh, gawd, Sharon, bite me Sharon, it feels so
fucking nasty, good and nasty. Gawd, I going to cum." Sharon held the bite,
reached down, cupped his balls and started to slowly hump on his cock.
George's mind took him on a roller coaster of pain and pleasure. Oh, gawd
how he wanted her to stop biting, it pained so much, but the pain was
proving so amazingly pleasurable he couldn't tell her to stop.
Sharon moaned, signaling her own orgasm was upon her. She bit harder and
humped his cock faster. George screamed from pain/pleasure as Sharon came,
convulsing, rocking on his prick as she squeezed his prick and bit his tit.
George bellowed with shear pain and he, too, came, deep into Sharon's belly.
He rammed his hips up pushing his cock into her and came again, and again.
Sharon stopped moving and released her death grip on his tit and let George
finish his cum in her cunt. Again he convulsed under her. And then he was
quiet.
They lay together, Sharon on George's belly, not saying a word. George's
cock remained buried in her cunt. A shudder of pleasure ran through her as
his dick moved in her. She gripped it with her strong pussy muscles to keep
it in place. But, alas, it lost its power and hardness and plopped out of
her, to her great disappointment.
George was speechless and powerless to move. He lay on his back, clutching
the best, most understanding lover he had ever had to him. He divined that
she knew his own desire for pain and how it pleasured him. He thought she
also knew that his displays of abuse on woman were cries for someone to
abuse him. Sharon knew him.
I actuality, Sharon didn't know shit. She couldn't understand what just
happened. She had bit him playfully, thinking she would tell him 'tit for
tat' when he demanded she stop, but that demand never came. She had never
ever played the S&M games her girlfriends in college spoke about, she really
didn't understand what they were talking about. But, here she was today,
reveling in her own pain, even, she thought, when he took his belt to her
earlier. And now, she couldn't understand how he could let her almost bite
his tit off.
George finally spoke. "I don't know where or from whom you learned about
sex, but you are my nonpareil. I don't think I'll ever find someone who
knows me as you do." Huh? Sharon thought. "I have to have you again. You
have to come to me, without the others. I want you to come here when my wife
is out of town on one of her many trips and spend the weekend at my house. I
have a secret room you'll love. With ceiling hooks to tie you to and hang
you from and paddles and whips that will send you to ecstasy. We can share
Master/Mistress roles."
"I don't know George, I'm not sure I want to get into the S&M scene on a
full time basis. I love being fucked, I'm not sure about the rest of it."
George was crestfallen, but he continued to sell.
"Sharon, I know you love the pain, you came twice today when I applied pain
to you. You came just now. You'll love it when we're alone and we can be
free with each other. I need you as a lover; no one else understands my
needs as you do. You also need an ally in the deal Frank wants to offer
Jack. I'm that ally. Promise you'll come back."
Sharon still felt a need to protect Jack, although, the way her sexually had
been released in the past week, she wasn't totally sure of her commitment to
her husband. "Yes, I promise, I'll come back." But deep in her core being,
she was shaking with fear and self-loathing.
Suddenly, they were both sent into shock by the sound of a phone ringing.
George picked it up. "Hello...yeah she's here...I have no idea what time it
is...all right, I'll make sure she's dress and there by eight...No, I didn't
mark her in anyway, she's just very red," he turned her over to see in fact
her bottom was still scarlet. He kissed it and licked her up through her
crack. "Hey, fuck you, Frank, I told you she's OK and she is, we kissed and
made up, we're friends," he hung up, winked at her, leaned over and kissed
her lips.
"They want you downstairs by eight."
"What time is it?"
"Seven-thirty."
"I've got to get moving," but in fact she didn't. "Lick my pussy, George,
give me a little incentive to get up." George dropped between her legs and
licked her cunt. He could taste his own cum and he loved it.
+++++++++++++++
George walked into the living room in the middle of Pete talking about his
inability to find anything out about Jack's plans. "I'm telling you, either
he is smart enough not to have trusted her with secrets, knowing we might
press her, or he, in fact, has no plans. Which ever it is, she knows
nothing."
"I concur," George said. "She is so concerned about what Jack is going to do
and say about this weekend that she wants to able to go home with a deal to
assuage any resentment he might have. Pete's right, she doesn't know
anything. Plus, I think we've treated her like shit, too"
"You, the original 'shit all over them, guy'. That's a switch! "Frank said
sarcastically.
"Yeah, but think about it. Every other woman you've brought here has, by and
large, been a ball breaker. One had to be blackmailed with videotape to keep
her in line. Another was going to the police, until you paid her off,
handsomely, I might add. The only thing this kid wanted was to have a good
time and to give us a good time. And for that we drugged her, beat her, gang
fucked her and questioned her endlessly. Now, she's up stairs dressing to
come down and take care of us some more, what ever it is we want."
"OK, what are you suggesting?"
"Do you have these gifts we've been accumulating to use as bribes," Pete
asked?
"Yeah," Frank answered.
"We give them to her tonight, now, when she comes down. And we pay her the
max we talked about."
"The whole two grand?" Al asked, a little incredulously.
"Two grand is less than a tenth of what that bitch took us for six months
ago. I'd rather pay for pleasure than a bribe."
"I take your point." Frank was somewhat mollified.
George jumped in, "Absolutely, If we're really good to her now she'll come
back and she's worth what we're paying. Plus, there's always her husband as
our supplier. If she's on our side, she'll move him."
"OK, What else?"
"Let's take care of her at dinner. Al, get the table set, Pete, lay out the
buffet, I'll get the wine and Frank you play host and present. Lay on the
gifts when she gets here." They took up George's challenge and went to work.
+++++++++
Sharon stepped out of the shower, dried herself, combed her hair out and
anointed her neck, nipples and pussy hair with the Chanel Frank had sent
her. She inhaled the heady fragrance, as she admired her nakedness in the
bathroom mirror "I hate to say, but I'd give a dead man a hardon."
She went to the garment bag in the bedroom and took out the 'black' outfit.
This consisted of black, seamed, thigh-high stockings and a black dress. She
pulled the thigh-highs on and stepped into her black pumps, "Gawd, is this
erotic, I should go down dressed as is."
Instead she took out the dress and pulled it over her head. The dress fit
just as the white one had with the exception of an off the shoulders bodice
held up by spaghetti straps across her shoulders. Again, she admired herself
in the full-length bedroom mirror. Satisfied that no man could not be
attracted to her, she left the bedroom to make her way to the living room to
see to her hostess duties.
She knocked on the closed door. Frank opened it for her and whistled,
"Sharon, you get more beautiful every time I see you. Gentleman, may I
present the most beautiful woman to ever grace these meetings." They all
stood, looking at her with obvious admiration. Pete began to applaud and
they all followed. Sharon blushed.
"Sharon, a couple of my partners have been brought to my attention,
non-too-subtly I might add, that we have treated you shabbily. I apologize
for my own actions and those of my partners, you have been gracious and
giving and we have been nasty and abusive. And so, we have unanimously voted
you the woman we want to sleep with above all others. And here with the
rewards is George."
George can toward her holding three jewelry boxes. He stood behind her,
opened one, took a golden necklace with a diamond pendent from the case and
put it around her neck. Next he came around he came around and took a
bracelet from another of the boxes and placed it around her left wrist.
Finally, he went to his knees, lifted her skirt and rolled down the right
thigh-high, placed a gold anklet around her ankle both the bracelet and
anklet had smaller matched to the pendent on the necklace. When he had
rolled the stocking back in place, he slid his hand between her legs, bent
forward and kissed the top of her labia. Sharon sighed.
Frank continued, "I also told you were to paid for your services," he handed
her an envelop, "there is a bonus in there as well. I can only hope this
makes up for the bad time we gave you."
"I don't know what to say."
"Say you'll stay here and let us be you lovers," Pete teased. Again there
was applause and a chorus of 'here, heres'.
"Not this time," Sharon bantered back. "But, really, I'm flattered that you
think so much of me."
Glasses were raised in a toast to this charmer. "Allow me escort you to the
dining room, m'lady," Frank offered her his arm, she took it and was led to
the dining room. Frank held the chair at the head of the table for her. As
she sat, he told her, "You're our honored guest, tonight we'll wait on you."
Sharon was almost giddy from all the attention.
George poured the wine, al and Pete served dinner.
The conversation centered on Sharon, who she was and how much they admired
her, without being licentious. When dinner was done and the table cleared,
they adjourned to the living room for coffee and liqueurs.
Frank turned on the stereo, put in the slow dance CDs and returned to his
coffee. "OK, who will bite the bullet and dance with me first?" Sharon stood
with her arms akimbo, feet apart, in a defiant stance. They all stood at
once, and they all laughed, Sharon included. Frank claimed his rights as
senior partner and oldest member of the group.
He led Sharon to the wood floor, took her in his arms and kissed her neck,
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held her belly tight against his,
stimulating the rise in his manhood. Frank whispered, "I remember how
reluctant you were at first last week, but you really do love to fuck, don't
you?"
"If anyone would have told me I'd have left my husband at home and gone away
to fuck four men for the weekend, I'd have probably slapped his or her face.
But, to answer your question, yes I love to fuck and be fuck and the more
the merrier." Sharon stunned herself with that answer, but it was true, she
loved cock, a lot of cock.
Frank groped her under her dress. Finding her the entrance to her anus, he
caressed it. He brought his finger to Sharon's mouth, Wet it." She took the
finger into her mouth and sucked it, making it wet for him. He insinuated
his finger into her nether world as they danced. The song ended. Al tapped
Frank on the shoulder.
"Cutting in, old man."
Frank started to walk away, "Wait, Frank, help me take my dress off." Frank
undid the zipper and lifted the dress over her head. She thanked him with a
kiss. As she turned to dance with Al. Frank noticed her ass cheeks were
still a little red.
"You sure gave her a whoopin, George, it's a damn good thing that will go
away by tomorrow."
"Believe me, Frank, she loved it."
Al marveled at how beautiful she looked. She stood tall and proud in her
high-heeled pumps, her black thigh-highs accentuating the blond bush that
sat as a crown, glorifying her magnificent legs. Her new gold necklace lay
between her proud, up-turned breasts, her blond hair, barely touching her
shoulders, framed her beautiful, angelic face.
Sharon turned back to Al stretched her arms out and wrapped them around his
neck. As she rested her head against his chest, he cupped both her tits in
his hands and caressed and gently squeezed them. As the music ended, Al bent
and nipped one of her nipples with his teeth, sending a shiver through her.
George was next. Sharon entered his arms and he cupped her derriere in his
hands. He kissed her neck, running his tongue to the nipple of her left tit.
He sucked her tit as a hungry child. Sharon bent to him, "Put a finger in my
ass hole George. Make love to it," Sharon kissed his ear, "Wouldn't you like
to spank me some more, George?"
George was so turned on by the thought of the corporal punishment he loved
to inflict ass that his cock grew harder. "Would you really let me have at
your ass?"
"Maybe," Sharon responded in a low whisper, but the shudder that ran through
her body gave her way. George held her tightly, and yet with tenderness.
Another song ended. Pete was the last to dance with her. As he approached
her, Sharon saw he was naked. His erection stood straight out from his body,
forming a perfect perpendicular (pun by license). Sharon took his dick
between her legs and they melded together. Their dancing was barely a sway,
but enough to cause Pete to moan as if cuming. "Am I that hot, Pete? That I
can make you cum while we dance?" Sharon loved to hear how hot she was.
"Sharon, I've never met anyone like you. Give me half chance and I'll leave
my wife on a moments notice."
"Sorry, Pete, I'm no home wrecker."
The music ended. Sharon took Pete by the hand and led him back to the
conversation area. By now, all the men were naked and had their dicks in
their hands. Sharon stopped Pete a few feet from the couches, and stood in
front of him. She reached back through her legs, found his cock and pulled
it between her legs and held it tight to her pussy. About three inches of
cock stuck out in front of her. "Hey, guys, how do you like me with a cock?"
She was answered by good-natured catcalls. "How about one of guys getting on
your knees and sucking my cock?" There were no takers. "OK, you no sucky my
cock, I no sucky yours." Again, good-natured derision. "OK, I guess it's all
up to me."
Sharon turned to Pete, fell to her knees took his cock in her mouth and
sucked him. Pete rocked back and forth in her sweet sucking mouth. Sharon
whirled her tongue around his glans making him shudder with ecstasy.
"Sharon, get down here, I need a pussy," Al stood by the seat he had just
occupied waiting as Sharon dropped Pete's cock from her mouth, got on her
knees and lay her body on the couch seat. Al entered her pussy and fucked as
hard as he could go. Sharon screamed with delight, "Gawd, Al, don't stop,
fuck me harder, fuck harder, Al." Al bent over her held her tits and
squeezed hard. He moved his hips like a mad dog fucking a bitch.
All too quickly, Al announced loudly, "Oh, gawd, Sharon, I'm cuming!"
Sharon spun around, took Al's dick in her mouth. Al shot his load deep in
her throat; He kept bucking and fucking his cock in her mouth. Sharon
swallowed hard, swallowed again, and once more. When she knew he was
finished cuming, she took his cock from her mouth and licked him clean.
When she was finished with Al, Frank told her to bend back over on the couch
knelt behind her and rammed his cock into her hard. "Make me cum, Frank, I
need to cum!" Frank humped her as hard as Al had done.
George watched Sharon getting her pussy pounded by Frank. Her eyes were
closed, she smiled with contentment. Frank pounded harder and harder, and
came deep in her cunt. As he pulled out, George took his place.
"Sharon, can I have your ass?"
"Of course, George, Honey, get something to lube me with." George got up and
went to the bathroom to get the KY. When he returned, Sharon took the tube
from him and spread a liberal amount on his turgid cock and turned back to
her fuck position.
George entered her nether love slowly and gently. Sharon was grateful. He
continued to enter her until she had it all up her rectum. George held
himself there for a moment, allowing her to get used to the alien invasion.
"Do me, George, do me good."
George began to withdraw his cock in a long slow stroke, stopping when only
his tip maintained his contact with her ass. He pushed back into her. The
excess lubricant Sharon put on his cock making it slide without effort or
pain for Sharon.
"Hold her up, George, I want in her cunt," Pete got on his knees in front of
her. George held her up and back, Pete spread her legs, dipped under her and
inserted his cock into her sopping, willing pussy, with a force that made
Sharon cry out. When Pete was in her, Sharon wrapped her arms around him and
held on as her two lovers rocked back and forth fucking her in synchronized
union.
Al had regained his power again. He brought his hard cock to Sharon's mouth.
She willingly opened and he inserted it. He held Sharon's head as he humped
her mouth. Sharon pushed down hard on the two cocks violating her insides
and came. And came. And came. And came.
Frank, who had been watching the action, joined them. He approached Sharon
on the side opposite Al. Sharon, was busy servicing Al's cock with her
untiring mouth, felt Frank's cock nudging her cheek, she turned, smiled up
at Frank and took his cock in her mouth. After a while, Al started nudging
her, she turned took his cock and eventually got into a rhythm that let her
suck both cocks without making their owners wait too long. She pulled the
cock in her mouth deep into her, sat down hard on the cocks in her belly and
came again.
This time she was joined by George, as he pushed his cock hard into her ass,
he gushed cum into her bowels. He kept pushing and pushing into her. Pete
came from George's effort. When they pulled out, Sharon felt beads of cum
dripping down her legs.
Al jumped up on the couch and pulled Sharon on top of him. She maneuvered
his cock into her now empty pussy. "Hold her down," Frank implored. As Al
held her, Frank's cock became the replacement in George's now vacated hole.
As Frank pushed into her ass, assisted by the remnants of lubricant left
over from George. Sharon came again.
Frank, pounding into her ass, produced the needed friction and rubbing to
set Al's cock into an explosive cum. As he came, he pushed his cock deep
into her pussy and bucked and bucked hard into her. Frank came at the same
time. Both men filled her with more cum.
They pulled their cocks from Sharon's red and swollen groin and genitalia.
They left her, rest curled up on the couch, as they all got fresh drinks.
Frank brought Sharon a glass of wine, but she refused it, "Is there any
Tequila left," she asked with the look of an innocent little girl? "I'm not
finished yet, I hope you guys aren't either." Frank hurried to get her the
Tequila.
They sat around talking about the day's events, Sharon, of course, being the
high light of the conversation. After a bit, Sharon felt the chair seat was
soaked, she stood to find a puddle of cum had leaked for her ass and cunt.
"I seem to be empty, gentleman, who can I count on to fill me up?"
"Honey, I don't know about the rest of them, but you have fucked me out,"
Frank's answer was not without resignation. George and Al were, although
reluctantly, soon to agree.
"Well, Pete, that seems to leave you as the winner of the 'Who Sleeps With
Sharon' contest." She picked up her envelope from the coffee table, took his
hand and led him toward the door. A chorus of catcalls followed them,
"You're a better man then I am", "Good luck, Pete, you're going to need it",
"We'll have oxygen and an ambulance standing by."
Sharon smiled, winked at Pete, "Don't worry, Baby, I'll send you back in one
piece."
When they got to the bedroom, Sharon climbed onto the bed and lay in the
center. She spread her legs invitingly. "No one had given me a good tongue
licking all day, Pete. Looks like you're my guy." Pete climbed up between
her legs and lowered his face to her muff. All the copulating and cum, both
hers and that of the men, make her aroma very pungent. Pete, gagged, but
forced himself to stay with it. Eventually he got through his revulsion and
began to enjoy it.
He licked Sharon from her knees to her pussy, circling the vulva, licking
through the folds, until he found her love opening. He insinuated his tongue
into her pussy and tongue fucked her. "My clit, too, Pete." Pete withdrew
his tongue from her love hole and licked his way to her clit, licking and
nibbling as he went. Pete sucked her clit into his mouth, held it with his
teeth and licked until she came.
Satisfied, but unquenched, Sharon told Pete, "Roll over on your back." As he
did, Sharon changed position, straddling his face, she lowered her cunt to
his mouth. As Pete reinserted his tongue into her opening, Sharon took his
cock into her mouth and licked and sucked him.
"Sharon, I'm going to cum soon, I want to cum in your cunt, Baby." Sharon
got off his face, shimmied down his belly, rubbing her pussy along as she
went. She got to his cock, held it and lowered herself onto it. She ground
her cunt on his erect prick, stimulating her lust.
"Put a finger in my ass and finger fuck me." Pete did. Sharon rode his prick
hard and fast, cumming twice before she got Pete off.
They collapsed into each other's arms. "Sharon, you are the greatest fuck
I've ever even heard of. I have clients that would love to spend the night
with you, would you like that, a strange cock now and then, maybe two, maybe
more?"
Sharon shivered with lust, fear, anticipation, she wasn't sure, but she was
sure of her answer. "Yes."
End of Chapter 6
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