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Subject: {ASSM} HONEYMOON HICCUP (part three) by Largo Scuro
Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2000 08:10:05 -0400
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Sindi couldn't get started fast enough. Facing Clyde, she reached behind her
and slowly began undoing in the hooks in her wedding dress, one by one. I
noted that I had unhooked just enough so that she didn't even need any help
with the first few. Pretty soon she had the last undone. She slid her dress
down, wiggling her curvaceous body as she did so. From my angle, which was
pretty much the floor behind them, I noticed Sindi was wearing a bra. As the
dress came down below her waist I could see she was wearing a white thong.
This was the first time I'd ever see her wearing one of those and boy did it
look good. The cheeks of her bubble but stood out like side-by-side hot air
balloons, and not a tan line in sight. Her wedding gown cascaded down those
long, perfect legs sheathed in white hose and finally, dropped to her dainty
feet, encased in a pair of white heels.
Clyde looked her over with distant approval. She could show him more.
Sindi unclipped the cups of her special bra, giving Clyde a view of her
nipples. Two buttons fastened her thong, one at each hip. With a quick "Snap!
Snap!", a tug and a toss, she was suddenly pantiless. She stood before him,
shoulders back, arms at her hips. "Well?" she asked, "Have I earned the right
to see what you've got down there? Am I worthy?"
"Yeah, baby," Clyde nodded, standing up, "I just got to take a leak first."
Clyde walked past Sindi over me without even looking down. For a split second
I was afraid he was going to step on my crotch. He didn't.
"I can't wait anymore!" Sindi protested, twirling after him. I looked up at
her in all her naked glory, pouting like a spoiled kid.
"What the fuck, you can watch," Clyde said matter-of-factly.
Sindi DID step on my crotch as she walked over me, chasing him to the
bathroom.
Holding my aching canastas, I could see Sindi run up to the bathroom door and
stop. She looked in and smiled shyly, blinking her big blue eyes
theatrically, clasping her hands at her bush so her huge half-bare tits
squoze together. "Can Sindi hold it for daddy?" she said in that sexy little
girl voice of hers. Giggling, she hurried in. I scrambled to my feet and ran
up to the door. The sight before me made my stomach churn.
Clyde was facing the toilet, which was all the way in the big bathroom, on
the wall to my left. His hands were on his hips. Sindi was slightly in front
of him and to his left, her back to me. I couldn't see her face and she was
blocking my view of the below-the-belt action but the soundtrack told the
story well enough.
ZZZZIP!
Sindi: "Oh WOW!"
FLOPPITY FLOP!
Sindi: "Oh! Jesus, how do you get dressed? I've never seen a cock so --"
"Just shut up and aim," Clyde said impatiently.
Sindi suddenly flinched, just before the unmistakable WIZZZZZZ of Clyde's
urine flowing into the bowl began.
"This is fuckin' great!" Sindi cheered looking Clyde's cock drain itself.
Clyde finally saw me at the doorway, "I think hubby wants to watch --" he said
with disdain.
Sindi didn't look back, just yelled "Ooo, Tom honey! Come over here you've
got to see this thing in action. It's like a fuckin' fire hose --"
Feeling wanted again, I slowly walked into the bathroom. Another big mistake.
I walked up behind Sindi and looked over her shoulder. She had that monster
cock in her hand, directing the stream with little movements of her wrist.
She's a lefty, so that diamond engagement ring winked back at me every few
seconds. Clyde's piss was shooting out at an incredible volume and rate. This
was one guy who really could piss like a racehorse.
"Get a better look," she said making room for me. "I'm writing my name, see --"
I scootched in further. I saw her make an opposing crescent motion, "S --" she
said continuing to write in the toilet water, "I-N-D --"
-then suddenly turned the dick upward, squirting me right in the eye with
Clyde's piss!! I immediately turned and ran back to the other end of the
bathroom.
"EYE!!" she said, laughing like a she was on ether or something, letting the
stream flay this way and that, hitting the mirror, the sink the floor, before
re-aiming it at the bowl again.
Clyde was laughing now, "You're one piece of work, bitch!" he said.
It was here that I first caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, which was
basically the entire wall of the bathroom the toilet was on. I was wet with
Clyde's piss. The spot on my face where his fist connected was swollen pretty
bad. My nosebleed had stopped, but there was blood all over the lower half of
my face and my shirt, which by the way I would have to pay the tuxedo place
for.
Clyde's stream of piss ended. Little rivulets of his piss streaked down the
mirror, remnants of Sindi's little prick waving venture. In the reflection I
had a clear view of Sindi's face and Clyde's massive cock, gripped in her
little white hand.
"Okay now shake it," Clyde ordered. Sindi did and few more drops of urine
dippled into the toilet. "Shake it some more," Clyde said and Sindi obeyed,
shaking it again. "Some more --" Clyde said a little softer. Sindi shook it
again. This time it was noticeably thicker, and growing by the second.
"Holy shit --" Sindi said, amazement in her voice. That dick was already a
third bigger than when I first laid eyes on it!
"Some more," Clyde said.
Sindi shook the stiffening member again. It had now increased its length by
seventy five percent and showed no signs of slowing down.
"Keep shaking it, don't stop," came Clyde's next command.
Sindi complied, shaking his magnificent penis. It flopped and flopped in her
hand until it could no longer flop. At what I estimate was at least twelve
inches, Clyde's cock was now a gigantic rigid tool that merely bobbed up and
down like a diving board. Sindi knew what that big dick wanted next and
instinctively started stroking it in her left hand, diamond engagement ring
and wedding band glistening on her ring finger. The thick sounds of her palm
against his dickmeat came in a steady rhythm. Thuck -- thuck -- thuck -- thuck --
Every once in a while she'd cup the head of his prick, squeeze, then go back
to caressing the shaft.
"Take out my balls," he ordered.
As Sindi stroked with her left hand, she got behind him and reached around
his waist with her right. She went into his fly and came out with a pair of
lime-sized balls encased in a nutsack that looked like it was made of black
velvet. Peeping at his prick from inside the crook of his underarm, she
cradled, caressed and rolled the balls with her right hand as she spanked him
with her left, picking up momentum. Thuck, thuck, thuck, thuck --
I didn't know how long this went on for. I was in a state of partial
hypnosis. I was out of my body. Here was a beautiful woman loving this
massive genitalia with her small mothering hands. It was really quite erotic.
Clyde's voice finally took me out of my trance.
"Faster, bitch," he commanded. My wife complied, stroking faster.
Thuck-thuck-thuck-thuck --"Okay get ready," he said.
"Yeah --" Sindi whispered, eyes aglow and fastened on that gargantuan tool.
I could see him tense up. "Unnngggghhh --." He moaned and out that gargantuan
love muscle shot a wad of thick come. It splattered on the mirror just about
the toilet tank with a loud SPLATCH! Both Sindi and I gasped at Clyde's
volume and trajectory. Sindi spanked harder and faster as another big spurt
blasted out of that huge penis, joining the first shot, which was now running
down the mirror. The third ejaculation hit a small slender bottle of
conditioner, knocking it over. I couldn't believe it. Neither could Sindi.
She stared at the cock in her hand as if it were some supercharged weapon
from the future. THUCK-THUCK-THUCK-THUCK! A fourth shot joined the gathering
mess on the mirror. Then a fifth, a sixth, a seventh. Finally, Clyde relaxed
and smiled at her. Sindi slowed down and stopped slapping that now-softening
member, out of breath from the adrenaline she was apparently experiencing.
She shook her aching wrist.
"No be a good girl and clean up", he said paternally. Sindi grinned, turned
to the sink and gingerly scooped up a Kleenex with her clean hand. Clyde took
it from her and tossed it in the trash, "You won't be needing that", he said.
"Now clean up." Sindi understood. First she crouched down and licked his cock
and balls clean of his sperm. Then she stood before him and licked her left
hand, wedding ring and all. She looked like a cat cleaning herself. Of course
this was another humiliation for me. Sindi had always absolutely grossed out
by my sperm. Never even wanted to see it. Either I came in her when she was
on the pill, or in a condom. Once she licked her hand clean of his cream, she
smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, attempting to kiss him. He
backed off and pulled her arms away. "You didn't finish cleaning up", he said
impatiently. He looked at the mess on the mirror just above the toilet tank.
It was like someone had assaulted the area with a supersoaker filled with egg
whites. Sindi turned to him again. He nodded. Obedient slave she'd become,
Sindi turned bent over and began to lick. The sperm. Off. The mirror.
Her ass was sticking straight up now. Both Clyde and I could see how wet she
was. I didn't understand how any of what had transpired could constitute
foreplay. But then I didn't even understand how any of what had transpired
had transpired.
Clyde pulled his pants off and kicked them aside. His legs and his butt were
smooth and muscular, still nowhere near in proportion to that spectacular
third leg but quite impressive just the same. As Sindi kept licking the
mirror, Clyde reached over to the sink, grabbing a bottle of body oil. He
lubed up his soft dick with its contents then bellied up to her ass. He
pulled his big slick cock up by its massive tip, and let it drop at the top
of her crack, making a light slapping noise. He did this several times. Each
time, Sindi moaned, as if it excited her. To my shock it was exciting him
too. He was getting hard again! "Hmm," he said to no one in particular,
"Which hole should I fuck first? The warm wet pussy? Or the tight little
asshole?"
"Sindi told me she will never take it in the ass as long as she lives," I
whimpered.
"Well, thanks Tom," Clyde grinned, shlong harder than a rock once again, "You
just made the choice for me!"
He grabbed his slippery staff by its length, reared back, took aim -- then
pushed it in as fast as he could go.
Sindi pulled in a deep panicked breath at being violated. Just call my name
Sin, I thought, just call my name and I'll bash this sonofabitch's head in
with the toilet tank lid. It never happened not even after that final,
painful inch went in. "Ahh-AHHHHH!! OH MY GOOODD!!!" Sindi finally got out
and shuddered, biting her jizz-moistened lips. Tom had shoved twelve plus
inches up her virgin ass in about a second and a half. Then he started
pumping that white rump for all it was worth.
"Heh-heh, your ass is all that, bitch," he said, pumping harder and faster,
like a piston. I marveled at his stamina. I could not believe a guy could
come one minute and the next be hard again and fucking with such force and
depth. She was moaning in utter content. For the next eternity, I sat
helplessly on the edge of the tub and watched Clyde master my wife's ass with
his giant dick.
Still bent over and cleaning the come-stained mirror with her tongue, Sindi
began playing with herself. Clyde pulled her hand away. "Just stick to the
business at hand, ho," he said with no respect whatsoever. And who could
blame him? Sindi went back to lapping his semen off the mirror like a good
dog. But as if the insult wasn't enough, Clyde hauled back and gave her left
butt cheek a smack for the ages. Sindi bucked at the pain and after a few
seconds, a big red handprint appeared. I contemplated how that particular
part of her ass-skin was hotter than the pink part. Clyde reached forward and
squeezed her extra large jugs in his big hands, tweaking her nipples,
eliciting more cries of pain-filled pleasure from her.
At long last, Clyde's buttcheeks clenched and he shoved his dick up her ass
one last time, impaling her on it. "Unnnggghhhh --" he moaned and I knew he was
unloading deep inside her. After a few moments he relaxed then promptly
yanked his cock from Sindi's anus almost as swiftly as he'd put it in.
"OH!" Sindi shouted in pain, knees buckling slightly. I got a glimpse of her
freshly fucked ass and was repulsed. Her sphincter must have been dilated
about forty centimeters! And already a rivulet of sperm dribbled forth.
"Oh shit," Clyde said, "Now who the fuck is gonna clean THIS mess up?"
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