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Memories



   By Ed Rider



   Your sister is crazy," said Wendell as he hung up the phone.

   "What did she say this time?" said Jane.

   "It wasn't her," said Wendell.  "It was Cal with one of his wild
stories, but when he told me Joan was going along, I couldn't believe it."

   "I could see your eyes getting huge," said Jane.

   "Cal told me he and Joan wanted to film a video of themselves making
love, and they wanted me to be the cameraman," Wendell said.  "I told him
there was no way you would agree.  Wait a minute?  Why are you looking at
me like that?  Do you know all about this already?"

   "Yes, Joan told me about their plans a few weeks ago," said Jane, "and I
thought she was crazy just like you, but she's been working on me, and I
finally gave in."

   "Wait a minute," said Wendell.  "You told me before we got married that
you didn't care about all the crazy and disgusting things I did before the
ceremony, even including the bachelor party, but once the ring was on my
finger, you wouldn't share me with anyone else."

   "It's funny, but as hot as your sister is, I'm not even that excited
about filming her and Cal.  They think they're the greatest sexual athletes
on the planet, but I've never heard about them doing some of the stuff that
we do."

   "Well, we don't need to prove anything, do we?" said Jane.  "I don't
tell Joan much about our love life, but I think she realizes that we're way
ahead of them, and she's jealous."

   "I thought you and Joan tell each other everything," said Wendell.

   "Well, she tells me almost everything," said Jane.  "And I tell
her--well never mind.  In this case, I decided it would be safer for her if
you were the cameraman rather than some professional video person.  Most of
them are legit, but I've heard of some stories of private videos ending up
on the Internet.

   "While you're there, I'll be sitting here at home thinking about your
threesome and hearing all the details when you get home unless you get me
so hot that I have to interrupt you so that we can make some memories of
our own."

   "Did you say threesome?" said Wendell.  "Is there more to this than Cal
told me?"

   "Oh, I didn't say that right," said Jane.  "I just meant the three of
you.  I'm still holding you to your vows.  You can watch them, but don't
you dare so much as touch anything with any part of your body unless you
want that part cut off."

   Wendell laughed.  "That's more like it," he said.  "For a second, I was
worried whether you were feeling well.  So you really want me to do this
Saturday morning?"

   "Yes, and then I want you to come straight home," said Jane.



   Joan and Cal lived just a half-mile from them, but Wendell took his time
getting there, because his mind was racing, and he needed to calm down.  He
was surprised that this was actually arousing him, but he figured it was
because the whole scene would be the most bizarre thing he had ever been
involved in.

   When he walked in, he could tell his sister-in-law and her husband were
even more excited than he was.  They were dressed in sweats as they eagerly
explained the set-up in their master bedroom.

   There were so many bright lights shining from stands around the room
that Wendell blinked until he got used to them.  There were also four video
cameras set up on tripods around the bed, some high, some low.  Cal handed
him a fifth camera and said he was to move around the bed getting close-ups
of the action, especially where the genitals were involved, and he
explained how the other cameras were synchronized and would record the
action from a variety of angles at the same time as the handheld camera. 
Then he and Joan would edit all footage.

   When everything was explained, there was an awkward moment where Joan
and Cal looked at each other and at Wendell.  He figured they were thinking
the same thing he was: Was this really going to happen?

   But then Joan started taking off her sweats.  At first, she turned her
back to Wendell as she began pulling her top off.  But then she stopped
herself and pulled the top back down and turned to face him.  She was
smiling a big lascivious smile at him as she began a slow dancing motion
and turned her clothes removal into a striptease.  Cal was already naked
and sitting in the middle of the bed watching her, but Wendell barely saw
him.  Was it his imagination or was Joan putting on a show for him rather
than Cal?  He raised his camera, but she motioned him to put it down.  No,
the striptease was for him, not the camera.

   She turned a few times in her dance and faced Cal, but her focus was on
Wendell, and when he could pull his eyes away from her voluptuous body for
a moment, he could see that her eyes were cutting into him like a laser. 
He felt himself getting red in the face, and was so aroused that he had to
adjust his shorts.

   When she was totally naked, she stood facing him, her legs spread, her
hands at her hips.  Her eyes were telling him to come and get it, but then
she laughed and turned around and joined Cal in bed.  After that, she never
looked at him again.

   He tried to concentrate on doing his job, but his job was to get the
hottest closeups of two bodies having sweaty, energetic sex in unusual
positions, and he had to do a lot more shifting inside his shorts.  The
action was almost nonstop, and he couldn't tell which of them was the most
aroused and enthusiastic.  She came with the same short breaths and little
sighs that Jane did, and she did it often, exciting him even more.

   Finally, they seemed to be exhausted.  Joan had been riding Cal and had
just come again.  She had collapsed down on top of him, and Wendell was
shooting a little white come trickling out of her as Cal became soft.  He
heard Cal's voice saying something.

   "Only one more thing," Cal said.  "We're going to do a DP."

   "What?" said Wendell.

   "I can see you're hard as a rock," said Cal.  "It's always been a
fantasy of mine to do a DP with Joan, and I know this is the only chance
I'll ever get."

   "First of all, I can't believe Joan wants me to do her ass," said
Wendell, "and even if she did, Jane would kill me.  What am I talking
about? I know it would hurt Joan, and I'm not going to hurt her even if she
wants me to."

   Joan raised her head from Cal's chest.  "What are you guys talking
about?" she said.

   "Cal wants me to do you in the ass while he does you on the other side,"
said Wendell.  "It's called a double penetration, and they do it on porn
videos.  You must have seen it."

   "No, I never have," said Joan, "and there's no way I'm going to do that.
I only did anal with Cal once, and I couldn't walk right for a week, so he
knows that's out of bounds.  I'll admit I've fantasized being with you,
Wendell.  Yes, Jane knows, and she knows I'd never do it.  This thing is
over, Cal.  Let me up." She tried to remove Cal's arms, which were wrapped
around her back.

   "Not on your life," said Cal.  "You're going to tell Wendell it's OK to
screw you in the ass.  I'm already hard again thinking about it, and I know
you can feel it."

   "You're crazy," said Joan.  "I will never tell Wendell that, and even if
you hold me, I know he's not going to rape me in the ass."

   "You're right," said Wendell.  "No matter what you say, Cal, I'm not
doing this."

   "I'm not going to persuade you," said Cal.  "Joan is, because unless she
does, I'm going to tell you a couple of things about your wife."

   "What?" said Joan.  "You bastard!" She managed to get her arm free
enough to slap Cal hard on the face before he grabbed her hand.  She began
sobbing hysterically.

   "What are you talking about?" said Wendell.

   "Ask Joan," said Cal calmly.  He began moving in and out of Joan with
his penis.  He didn't say another word.  Joan stopped crying and lifted up
her face and looked at Cal, who looked back at her with a stone face.

   "You really would do that, you asshole," she said.  "Just for your
stupid fantasy, you would hurt my sister and Wendell, and you don't mind
that your wife would experience horrible pain.  After four years of
marriage, I don't know you at all."

   "Nothing you can say will change my mind," said Cal.  "I've thought of
this a long time.  I don't know how big Wendell is, but I figure even
though it will hurt a lot when Wendell screws you in the ass, you will be
fine in a week or so.

   "I know you're going to make me pay for this.  And I'm prepared to make
this up to you in many ways.  It's just that this is one of those
once-in-a-lifetime things, and I know I'll always regret not giving it a
shot."

   "As for what I'll tell Wendell, I don't think it will hurt him as much
as you and Jane do.  He'll get over it.  It's not going to ruin anybody's
life.  But I promise I won't say a thing if I get my DP."

   "There's nothing Joan can say to me that's going to make me do this,"
said Wendell, "so you may as well tell me your secret."

   "No!" Joan cried out.  "Don't say anything, Cal, or so help me, I'll
scratch your eyes out." She began sobbing again.  Cal continued to slowly
move in and out of her from below as she cried.  Wendell couldn't believe
his eyes and ears.

   "You have to do it, Wendell," she said quietly after a few minutes. 
"I'll be able to handle it."

   "Not on your life, Joan," he said.  "I'm not even that hard anymore. 
I'm not going to hurt you no matter what you say."

   She looked up at him.  "Take your clothes off, Wendell," she said
quietly.  "You have to trust me that what you're going to do to me will
hurt me less than what Cal is threatening.  Whenever I've asked you for a
favor, you've never hesitated.  I know this is the biggest favor I'll ever
ask, and I promise you that Jane will never find out unless you tell her.
But you have to do it or I don't know what I'll do to myself."

   "How can you let her talk like this, Cal?" said Wendell.  "I never
realized you could be such a bastard."

   "Don't be stupid," said Cal.  "Yes, I'm a bastard, but she's a drama
queen.  Doesn't Jane ever pull that stuff on you?  She's not going to kill
herself over what I would tell you.  It means nothing in the long run."

   "Shut up!" screamed Joan.  "If I'm going to do this for you, Cal, you
better not say another word.  Just enjoy your sick fantasy that I'm giving
you.  I'll be thinking of how you're going to pay for it."

   She turned to Wendell.  "Please," she said.  "Let's take this slowly,
Wendell.  First, just take off your clothes and come over here."

   "Before you do," said Cal, "place your camera on the stand just to your
left and turn on the switch to start all the cameras.  I've got everything
all set up to shoot the DP."

   Wendell was trying to think of what to say.  He was sure Cal was right.
Joan wouldn't do anything foolish because she wasn't that kind of person.
But she seemed awfully distraught, and what if she did hurt herself?  Jane
wouldn't blame him for not taking her ass, but that would always be there
between them.  He felt sure Jane wouldn't want him to take any chances with
her sister's health - or her life.

   He put the camera on the stand and aimed it where the three crotches
would come together, and then he stood still for a moment.  The room was
quiet.  He heard the sound of Cal's penis going in and out of Joan.  It was
a gurgly sound, because his member was moving through a lot of semen that
Cal had deposited inside her.

   When he started taking off his clothes, he did it quickly.  He wanted
this over fast.  He heard Joan gasp.  "Omigod," she said, "it's even
thicker and longer than yours, you bastard.  He's going to rip me open. 
No, no, Wendell, don't stop.  I'm just exaggerating, like Cal said.  It's
not going to be that bad.  Now come over here.  Cal, you can loosen your
death grip now.  I'm not trying to get away, but I need to be able to
move."

   When Wendell stood by the bed, she moved her body toward him as Cal
continued to pump her, and before Wendall knew what was happening, she had
swallowed a large part of him and was sucking him like a vacuum.  She was
as good as Jane, he thought, as he became hard in less than a minute.

   She lifted her head and said, "OK, Wendell, you can do it now."

   "I'm not doing anything unless there's some lube," Wendell said, and
even before he finished he saw Cal reach under the bed and pull out a
squeeze tube.

   "When I put my finger inside with the lubricant, I want you to relax as
much as you can, Joan," Wendell said.  "Then I'll put a lot more in with
two fingers to get your muscles back there to loosen up so it won't be as
painful."

   But despite his suggestion, he saw her tense up the moment she felt his
finger, and she stayed that way.  When he inserted two digits, she screamed
for a moment before she could control herself.

   He went in slowly, but she gasped and squirmed and moaned and shrieked
at every movement.  A couple of times she stopped him so that she could
calm down, but as soon as he started again, so did the sounds of her pain.
When he was completely in, he felt Cal's hands touch his balls.  "You did
it," he said with glee in his voice.  "Now get started.  I'm going to try
to hold off coming until you do."

   Wendell didn't move until he heard Joan sobbing and saying, "Do it,
Wendell!  Please.  It feels awful.  Please finish fast."

   Wendell started moving in and out of her slowly.  He didn't feel
excited, but her tight muscles clenched around him kept him aroused.  He
didn't feel like he could come.  Joan couldn't stop crying except when she
was gasping or making terrible sounds of pain.  After a few minutes, she
screamed at him,

   "Faster, Wendell.  I know it will hurt more, but I don't think you are
going to come going this slow, and every second is agonizing.  Please do
everything you can think of to speed this up.  I'm dying."

   Wendell began moving faster.  He looked down at his member going in and
out of the small, tight hole in the middle of her beautiful rear.  He
pulled it out further, as far as it would go without coming free, and
plunged it all the way back in.  As he was doing this, he felt himself
becoming aroused.  He went faster and started to bump her rear.  She was
shrieking in cadence with his thrusts, and Cal was matching his rhythm.  He
felt the urgency beginning, and a minute later, he was blasting his semen
into her bowels.

   He waited until he was completely soft before pulling out, and then he
did it as slowly as he could, but she still cried out a couple of times. 
He got up and went to the bathroom and washed up and then got dressed and
went home without saying another word.  He didn't look at either of them.

   At home, Jane was boiling over with excitement.  At first, he didn't
respond, but she wouldn't be denied, and they went at each other for over
an hour before she stopped to catch her breath.  "That was good," she said,
"but I thought it would be even wilder.  You seemed a little more subdued
than I thought you'd be after watching Cal and Joan.  Now let's eat
something, and I want to hear all about it."

   Over lunch, he told her of every position Cal and Joan had demonstrated,
and she stopped him frequently to ask details.  When he finished, she
looked at him.

   "There's something you're not telling me," she said, "and now I know why
you weren't so enthusiastic when you came home.  Something bad happened,
and you're not telling me because you don't want to upset me.  But I need
to know.  What did Cal do to Joan?  No matter what it was, I will accept
it, because this was between the two of them.  But you have to tell me."

   Wendell tried hard to hold back, but she wouldn't give up.  Finally, he
told her everything and watched her face go from curiosity to anger to
shock.  "I'm so sorry about what I did, Jane," he said.  "I hope someday
you can forgive me."

   "I'm not angry at you, Wendell," she said through clenched teeth.  "I'm
glad you did what Joan asked you to do rather than take any chances.  But I
don't know if I can ever look at that bastard Cal again.  Excuse me, but I
have to call Joan right now."

   She was holding back her tears while comforting Joan on the phone.  She
wanted to go over there, but Joan told her no.  After she hung up, Wendell
said, "What were those secrets that I wasn't supposed to hear.  I thought
we didn't have secrets from each other."

   Jane looked at him in a daze.  "Secrets?" she said.  "Oh, yes.  Joan was
protecting me.  Damn her.  I wouldn't have cared if Cal had told you.  Damn
her!"

   "So what were they then?" Wendell said.

   "It's so stupid," she said, talking to herself.  "Secrets!  Horrible
secrets!  You know what one of them was?  Remember that time I surprised
you after I blew you and let you come in my mouth.  It was a huge amount of
semen because you had just come home from a trip.

   "Remember how upset you were when I forced my mouth over yours and
pushed all of the come into you so that you were choking and swallowing and
sneezing it out all at the same time.  Then you ran to the bathroom and
retched for 10 minutes.  I just said that I wanted to try it one time, and
I promised I'd never do it again."

   "How could I forget that?" he said.  "It was horrible."

   "Well, what I didn't tell you was that Joan had told me about doing
that. She said it was called giving the man a snowball, and that she had
mentioned it to Cal, but he was deathly afraid of come, so he wouldn't do
it.  She said you wouldn't do it either.  We had too much to drink, and I
bet that I could get you to do it.  She said I'd have to prove it, and so
we agreed that she could hide a video camera in our bedroom.  I turned it
on before I began blowing you and positioned you so that the camera got a
good shot of the snowball and your reaction.  She wasn't supposed to, but
she told Cal about it after he swore he'd never tell you.

   "I didn't tell you because I knew how angry you'd be, but mostly because
I wanted to spare you the humiliation.  I can see I was right."

   Wendell's face was white, and his words were terse and robotic.  "She
said secrets," he said.  "There was more than one."

   "I'm not telling you the other one yet," she said.  "That's enough anger
and humiliation for one day.  I'm suddenly exhausted, and all I want to do
is go to bed and hold you." She wept in his arms a long time, occasionally
saying, "Poor Joan," before falling asleep.  He pulled free of her and got
up, but she didn't wake up until almost dinnertime and went to bed early
that night.

   For a week or two, she was not herself, but then she snapped out of it.
One day at dinner, she said, "Cal is going all out.  He's taking Joan to an
expensive resort, and you should see the ring he bought her.  They've
patched things up, but he doesn't know Joan like I do.  She takes a long
time to forget things, and until she does, she can be dangerous."

   "What do you think she'll do?" said Wendell.

   "I don't know," she said.

   "But you will," he said, "because she tells you everything."



   Six months had passed from the night of the DP, when Wendell got a phone
call from an excited Cal.  "We need you for another video session," he
said.

   "I don't believe you," said Wendell.

   "It's all Joan's idea this time," said Wendell "If you think last time
was wild, you ain't seen nothing yet.  For the past three months, she's
been researching the Internet and finding the most strange and exotic sex
practices from all over the world.  And then she's taught them to me, and
we've been doing them.  Some of them are crazy exciting, and some of them
are just crazy, but now she wants to make a video of us doing them.

   "I wasn't so eager, because it took a long time for her to forgive me
for the DP, but she said that if I promised not to pull any more tricks,
she'd do the video, and then she shocked me, and you know I'm not easy to
shock."

   "What are you talking about?" said Wendell.

   "She told me she would toss my salad," said Cal.

   "She what?" said Wendell.

   "Toss my salad," said Cal.  "You know, she would eat out my asshole.  I
almost fell over.  I've seen porn videos of that, but even I would never
have thought about asking her to stick her tongue in my asshole."

   "She's pulling something over on you," said Wendell.  "She would never
do that."

   "Well, she promised," said Cal.  "But even if she's lying, and she
doesn't do it, the rest of the stuff will be amazing.  I watch the other
video all the time, but this one will make it seem tame.  Wait until you
see what we do?"

   "Somehow, I don't think Jane is going to let me do this again, even if I
wanted to," said Wendell.  "After she heard what you did, she wanted to go
over and castrate you.  Because of how you've treated Joan since then,
she's feeling better about you, but this dredges up the whole nasty thing
again."

   "But Jane already agreed," said Cal.  "It's all set for Saturday
morning."

   "But I haven't agreed yet," Wendell said.

   "I've got to go," said Cal.  "Please talk to Jane."

   When he told her what Cal had said, she said, "Yes, I want you to do it.
I talked to Joan about it, and she convinced me.  She's crazy, but she's my
sister."

   "What about that salad tossing thing?" he said.

   "Yes, when she told me, I almost barfed," said Jane.  "But she said that
she would absolutely do it.  I've seen the other video, and I couldn't
watch the end of it.  I don't know if I want to see her face in Cal's ass.
But --"

   "Yes," said Wendell, "I know.  But she's your sister."



   When Wendell arrived at Cal and Joan's Saturday morning, the setup was
just like before with the lights and cameras.  This time there was no
hesitation.  As soon as he said he was ready, they went to it and pulled
out all the stops for almost 40 minutes.

   Wendell had never seen some of the strange contortions they got
themselves into.  Some of them were only bizarre, but some of them were
exciting, and he found himself adjusting things inside his pants again,
especially when Joan was having multiple orgasms.  This time she didn't
ignore him but stared at him with a lascivious expression every time she
started coming.  He tried not to show how much this aroused him.

   Cal and Joan were lying next to each other taking a break when Joan
said, "I think we've just about covered everything, Cal.  We're getting
close to the salad course.  Wow!  As tired as you are, that got you to
attention pretty fast.

   "Don't look so disgusted, Wendell.  Did you know that before you came
over, I gave Cal two deep enemas?  That was the really disgusting part, but
he was eager to have them as a condition of me tossing his salad.  But now
he's sparkling clean and fresh inside, so I won't be tasting anything gamey
when my tongue is in there.

   "First, though, I want you on your back, Cal, in the Viennese Oyster
position that I was in a little while ago.  There was a reason why I had
you practice it, too.  You love how it opens me wide and makes me look like
a contortionist.  It's going to open you wide, too.

   "That's it.  Put your legs up in the air and move them back.  I know
you're tired, but I'll help you.  Let's do it slowly, so Wendell catches
everything on camera.  That's it.  Get your feet back behind your head. 
Careful.  We don't want to pull any muscles.  But I know you've got the
hang of it.

   "Now put your arms straight up in the air.  That's it.  Now bring your
right arm down over your right leg and push your hand under your back. 
That locks your leg down so it stays put.  Now the same with your left arm.
Down it goes over your leg, and your hand goes under you.

   "Wendell's camera is now capturing your ass sticking up into the air and
spreading wide.  I must say, it looks really obscene and disgusting, your
open asshole.  Now I'm going to get on the bed in this position."

   "What are you doing?" said Cal as she sat down on top of his thighs,
which were pushed into his chest, doubling him up with his legs stretching
out behind him.

   "There's one thing we need to do before I eat you out, Cal," said Joan.
"I have to tell you where I came up with the idea.  It was after what you
did to me at the video session.  I was so angry at you that I got into some
weird places mentally, even weirder than my normal weird.

   "I was looking for a way to get back at you that would humiliate and
hurt you as much as you did me.  For a while, I got all involved in
cuckolding.  I went to the sites where women talked about how they betrayed
their husbands and the excitement when they told their husbands and watched
their reactions of anger and humiliation.

   "From those sites, I found out where there were actual videos of
cuckolding.  They weren't as good as the true stories, because the husbands
were obviously participating in their humiliation in front of the camera,
and they were probably getting off on it.  But sometimes it looked
realistic, and I wondered whether some of the wives might actually have
forced their husbands to be on the videos.

   "The most degrading thing these husbands did came after they watched
their wives have sex with another man.  Some of the wives ordered them to
eat the come out of their vaginas and even their anuses.  A lot of the
cuckolds did it enthusiastically, but I would swear that some of them were
really reluctant, and in a couple of cases, where they looked like they
were going to throw up, the video ended abruptly.

   "As I watched those, I kept thinking about how I could cuckold you, Cal,
and then force you to eat the come out of me.  A lot of times, the guy in
my fantasy was Wendell here, because if I ever cheated with anybody, it
would be with him.  Jane knows how much he turns me on, but she also knows
I would never do that to her.

   "I thought about finding someone else to cuckold you and how I would do
it, but finally I had to give up.  I wasn't going to hire someone or seduce
someone to have sex with me one time just to punish you.  And then I'd have
to tie you up or something to get you to participate.  Too many things
could go wrong.

   "One day I was still fantasizing about how I could do it, and the answer
came to me.  What if I were the cuckold.  Instead of you watching me having
sex with another man, I would watch you have sex with another man.  And
then I would eat the come out of your anus, just like the male cuckolds.  I
thought about it, and that's when I decided I would toss your salad.  And I
will, I promise.

   "But the salad's going to have some creamy white dressing, lots of it,
because Jane promised me that she's been making excuses for the last five
days and Wendell hasn't had any sex.  And I remember from last time how
much come he shoots out."

   "Wait a minute," said Wendell.  "I'm not having sex with a man, no
matter what you and Jane planned."

   Cal started to struggle, but Joan was still sitting on the back of his
thighs, so he could barely move.  She raised her hand and whacked him hard
on one of his buttocks.  "Quiet down, Cal," she said.  "You're not going
anywhere." She bounced up and down on him a couple of times, driving his
thighs into his stomach and pushing the wind out of him.  He began gasping.

   "She can't make you do this, Cal," he yelled.  "Don't listen to her. 
Pull her off of me."

   "I'm sorry, Joan," he said, "but he's right.  It felt creepy enough last
time, feeling his dick moving almost right next to mine as I was in your
ass.  I'm just not into the gay thing at all."

   "Don't worry," she said, "I've got it all figured out, Wendell.  You'll
do just fine."

   "No," screamed Cal.  "I'll tell him about Jane.  I promise you I will,
Joan."

   "I already know about one thing," said Wendell.  "The snowball that she
filmed for Joan?  What are the other ones?"

   "There's only one other one," said Joan, "and Jane gave me permission to
tell you.  I wanted to spare you, but Cal is making it impossible.  If I
tell you, will you cooperate?"

   "I'm not promising anything," Wendell said.  "You say you've got it all
figured out, but I was hard as a rock a few minutes ago and now I'm down to
nothing.  I don't think there's any way for me to get aroused enough to
screw Cal in the ass even if I wanted to.  It was different with you."

   "Just leave it to me," said Joan.  "Here's the secret: Cal fucked your
wife."

   "What!" yelled Wendell.  "You bastard!  How the hell--?"

   "Wait a second," said Joan.  "It was bad, but not that bad.  It was
before you were married.  The way Jane told me, you had just started
dating, and she really liked you, but she wasn't sure how much you liked
her.  She was dating several other guys, and then Cal came along, and you
know how he is.  He won't give up.  So she slept with him before she slept
with you.

   "Later on, she found out that you had told him about meeting her and how
much you liked her, and for some reason, this made him want to have sex
with her before you did.  So he was a bastard.  After your third date, Jane
never went out with anyone else, including Cal, but when she discovered he
was your friend, she didn't want to tell you what happened.  She couldn't
believe it when I fell in love with Cal, but she told me he's changed a lot
from what he used to be.  Not enough, though, because that's why he's
getting it in the ass tonight.  You should have a lot of motivation now to
make him suffer."

   "It's not that easy," said Wendell.  "Sure I'd like to punch him in the
face, but I still don't think I can do it."

   "Wait a minute, Wendell," said Cal.  "Joan thinks she's hidden that
video of you getting the snowball from Jane, but I found it on her hard
drive and made a copy.  If you do anything to me tonight, it's going viral
on the Internet tomorrow."

   "No, it's not," said Joan, "because something that despicable would mean
that half your assets would be mine.  Yes, I couldn't stay married to you
if you pulled that, so you're going to have to think long and hard.  And
just like you, once I finish our video tonight, I'm going to make it up to
you.  Maybe you've been lying when you tell me you've never found someone
with a body like mine who's willing to do the things that I do with you. 
But I don't think you're stupid enough to throw that away.  So you're not
going to do anything with the snowball video."

   "Oh yes, I will," yelled Cal.  He began screaming at her and
occasionally at Wendell at the top of his lungs, threatening, pleading,
begging and cursing in turn.

   Joan smiled at Wendell and motioned for him to come close to her.  She
pulled his head down to hers and spoke in his ear.  "Let him go on for a
while," she said.  "When he's had a chance to let off some steam, I'll tell
you what to do." She bounced a couple of times on Wendell, and he had to
stop to catch his breath, but then he began screaming again.

   After a while, his voice got hoarse, but he didn't give up until his
yelling was barely above a whisper.  Joan sat quietly on him, bouncing a
couple of times every few minutes and smiling at Wendell.

   "I think we're ready," said Joan.  Cal started squirming under her, but
she bounced on him once and he stopped.

   "I don't think I can do this, Joan," said Wendell.

   "I want you to stop thinking right now, Wendell," she said.  "Put
everything out of your mind except what I'm telling you.  Look at me.  Come
around here in front of me at the foot of the bed.  Cal's feet are back
over his shoulders and you can't see them.  All you will see is me sitting
here facing you.  Move a step to the right.  There.  Now, you can't see
anything but me.  Don't look down."

   "But I know it's there," said Wendell, "and I know it's Cal's ass."

   "That's OK for now, Wendell," said Joan.  "Now please turn around and
put your camera on that tripod over there, and then move it to the letter A
that I marked on the floor with crayon and aim it behind me so it will
shoot Cal's facial expressions.  Now move the other cameras to B and C and
aim them where I show you."

   When the cameras were positioned, she said, "OK, now turn them on with
the master switch and go to that easy chair and lift up the blanket that I
put there.  You see, under the blanket there's a plastic pouch with a long
tube attached.  Bring it over here, please."

   "Thanks.  This is usually for an enema, but Cal is already cleaned out.
I filled the thing with lubricant, and I want you to hold the pouch high in
the air and just look at my face.  Well, maybe close your eyes for a
minute, because I've got to bend down and stick this tube as far into Cal
as I can.

   "I just saw Cal's face for a second, and he looks horrible," said
Wendell.  "I don't know if he can take this."

   "Don't look at him," said Joan.  "Open your eyes now and look at me. 
This isn't hurting him at all.  He's just anticipating.  I'm protecting
him. He'll be so full of lube that he'll be inflated like a football.  When
your long, thick hose is all the way inside, there will be plenty of lube
to keep it moving smoothly."

   At these words, Cal began squirming again, but his efforts were feeble.
Joan didn't bounce on him.  She lifted her head and looked at Wendell and
smiled.  "The lube seems to be flowing in nicely," she said.  "The pouch is
almost half empty already.  Don't look so worried.  You're going to be
fine, Cal's going to be fine, and I'm going to be very happy.

   "It looks like it all went in.  Now hand me the pouch please.  I'm
putting it on the bed and slowly pulling the tube out of Cal.  There. 
Please take the bag and tube to the bathroom and put them on the counter.
Then you can wash your hands and come back."

   When Wendell returned, she had him stand in front of her again so that
she was blocking his view of Cal.  "Now I want you to take all your clothes
off, Wendell," she said, "but I want you to do it slowly.  I'm sure this is
the first and last time we will ever make love, and I want to savor every
second of it.  Look straight into my eyes as you are getting naked.  Yes,
like that.  You look like a frightened rabbit, but I'm going to change
that.

   "Your big thing is sad and droopy when you aren't excited, isn't it
Wendell?  Don't get upset.  I'm just taking it all in so I can enjoy the
contrast later.  Now that you're naked, I want you to crawl onto the bed
and face me on your knees.  That's it.  I know you are afraid to come too
close, but you're not touching anything right now.

   "Listen to me closely, Wendell.  This is the last time I'm going to
mention Cal.  He isn't here anymore.  Today you are making love to me, but
it's special, because you aren't going to say anything, and you are going
to be my slave and just follow my instructions.  You aren't going to think
of anything except following those instructions.

   "I want you to scoot forward a little until we're almost touching. 
That's it.  Now I want you to lean forward and kiss me."

   There was silence for nearly a minute, and then Joan said.  "Wow!  You
are some kisser.  When I stuck my tongue down your throat, you really
perked up.  Or was it when I started stroking your penis and testicles with
my hands covered in lube.  No, don't look down.  Look straight at me.

   "I'd like you to stroke my breasts with your hands now.  That feels so
good.  Do you like my breasts?  Are they as sexy as Jane's?  No, don't say
anything, just keep stroking.  You see how hard my nipples are?  Is that
why you're getting so hard in my hands?

   "I've wanted to make love to you for a long time, Wendell, and I never
thought I'd have the chance.  I'm so excited about this, but I'm worried
that you're so big now that you're going to hurt my pussy.  So I don't want
you to do anything except stroke my breasts for now.  I'm taking you and
slowly putting just a little of you into my pussy.

   "There, you're in me.  You're so tight I can barely stand it.  That's
why I'm squirming like crazy.  But ignore my squirming.  Don't I feel good
inside.  Move closer and push in a little more.  I want another kiss now,
and while we are kissing, I want you to slowly move deeper and deeper into
me.  Don't hurry this.  Let's make it last a long time."

   There was silence again except for some fast panting and barely audible
hoarse moans from Cal.

   "That kiss was even better, Wendell.  I'm out of breath.  And you're
starting to feel so good inside me.  Just look at my breasts while I look
down at my pussy.  Move in just a little more now, and there, you're all
the way inside.  It looks so exciting to me.  Let's just stay like this for
a second and enjoy it.  Do you mind if I stroke your chest a little?

   "I think I'm ready now, Wendell.  I want you to move out of me an inch
or two.  Just guess because I want your face focused only on mine.  Then
move back all the way in, and as soon as you're in, begin pulling out
again.

   "Each time you pull out, I want you to pull a little further, and then
each time you push in, I want you to pick up the pace just a little.  Keep
looking at my face and my breasts.  That's it.  Don't rush things.  Just a
little faster and farther each time.  Perfect.

   "Now you're going at a good pace.  Don't speed it up anymore, but stay
in that rhythm, and yes, work my breasts with your hands in the same
rhythm. That was a great idea.  But keep pulling out further each time.  I
want to eventually feel you pulling out of me completely and then plunging
back in.  That will be a special feeling for me, and I'm sure it will make
my body really jump.  There, you did it.  Did you feel how my body went
wild.  What a feeling to have that huge thing rip out of me and then push
in all the way to the bottom.  There's nothing like that.  Do it again! 
Again!  Again!"

   She was looking down as she said this, and there were shrieks of pain
coming from Cal, but they were weak, and Joan's voice was getting louder,
so all Wendell heard was her.

   "OK," she said.  "I think I've had enough of that.  Now I want you to do
something else for me.  I'm going to lean back a little, and I want you to
lean forward.  I'm going to move closer to you also and hug you until I
feel you crushing my breasts.  I want that feeling.  There.  Now I want you
to think of your lower body as a machine.  I'm holding your upper body
tightly, and I want you to hold me, too, but your lower body is a
sledgehammer, and I want you to start pounding it into me as hard as you
can, slowly at first.

   "That's it.  Do you feel how my body is bouncing off you as you slam
into me and then bouncing back to meet yours.  When we collide, you're
slamming into me twice as hard.  It's making me squirm and move even more
than before.  OK, keep holding me tight.  I hear your breathing, and it
sounds like you're ready to come.

   "I'm going to make it even better for you because I'm reaching one hand
down to your balls and grabbing onto them as you pound me.  I'm going to
squeeze and pull them now to heighten your excitement.  It's working, I
think, because your breath is getting crazier and you're almost out of
control and pounding me even harder.

   "Now I'm going to reach around you with my other hand and grab one of
your buttocks.  I can barely hold on because you're going so fast.  Make
some kind of sound to let me know when you think you're almost there. 
Already?  That was quite a sound.  Like a wild animal.

   "OK, now listen.  When you come, you can pound into me once or twice
more, but then I want to you really smash down and stop completely while
you are all the way inside me.  I want all that come to go deep down into
my pussy.  And then I want you to just lay on me until Mr.  Big Man becomes
Mr.  Little Man.  There.  You're coming.  I can feel you spurting into me.
I'm putting both hands around your ass and pulling you in as deep as I can.
What an amazing feeling!

   "Now rest on me, Wendell.  I love the feel of your sweaty body on mine.
You did it.  I knew you could.  You don't have to focus on me anymore.  I
see you're soft, so you can get up if you want to.  You sure did that fast.
OK, run to the bathroom.  It's all right."

   When he came back, she said, "I know this may be tough to watch, Cal,
but I need you to focus on getting this last part on video.  So try not to
think about what you just did or anything else.  You are now a professional
videographer and just doing what the customer wants.  You aren't involved
in any way."

   She bounced on Cal a few times, but other than a soft whooshing, there
was no sound.  "I think he's too worn out to give me any trouble," she said
as she got up off him.  He had a horrible expression on his face, but he
didn't say anything as she gently lifted his his arms away and grabbed each
foot in turn and slowly brought it from behind his head back down to the
mattress.

   "I'm going to need your help turning him over, Wendell," she said, and
after they rolled him onto his stomach, she had Wendell lift him up so that
she could crawl under Cal in the 69 position.  Cal was collapsed on top of
her, but she directed Wendell to push a thick pillow between them where her
breasts were touching Cal's stomach.  The pillow propped up Cal so that it
looked like he was on his knees with his rear in the air.  From below she
spread his legs and then asked Wendell to position some small cushions
under her head.  Cal still didn't move.

   "That's perfect, Hal," she said.  "My mouth is just below his anus.  Now
get the camera ready and when I tell you, push my head just a little more
forward with the cushions so I can get my tongue inside him."

   "Why do you want to do that now?" said Wendell.  "I don't even think he
can appreciate what you're doing the way he's lying there like he's dead."

   "I'm doing it for two reasons," she said.  "The first one is because I
promised, and the second one is that even though he may feel nothing now,
he'll get to watch it on the video.  OK, push the cushions forward."

   He filmed her licking around his anus, then pulling it open and
thrusting her tongue in as a little semen began to come out.  He filmed her
catching some of the semen with her tongue and swirling it around a little
in her mouth and then swallowing it.  She began thrusting in and out of
Cal's slimy anus as if she were banging him with her tongue.

   Finally, she stopped.  "One last thing, Wendell," she said.  "Please
listen carefully and remember, because I won't be able to remind you.  I'm
now going to attempt to get every drop of semen you deposited in Cal into
my mouth.  After that, I'm going to wake him up.  And after that -- well,
you just need to capture everything I do close up with your camera. 
Remember, you're no longer involved.  You're just the cameraman.  Now bring
me that bulb syringe.  It's on the same chair where the enema bag was."

   "I don't see a syringe," he said, "just a rubber ball."

   "That's it," she said.  "Turn the ball over and you'll see a long
tapered snout.  Give it to me, please.  See, it's full of air, and I'm
pushing the spout deep into Cal and then squeezing all the air into him.

   "The only way to get all the come out of him is for him to push it out
like going to the bathroom.  But he's too exhausted to do that, and even if
he could, he wouldn't because it's painful.  I remember how much it hurt on
the toilet for a couple of weeks after you ravaged my ass.

   "There, I just squeezed a second ball of air into Cal.  He's out of it,
but his body is starting to squirm.  I think he'll wake up after the third
air injection, because he's going to be extremely uncomfortable.  Four
should do it.

   "You banged him so hard that he's too tired to keep control for long. 
Eventually, he'll have to fart out the air, and with the air, he'll fart
all the come you deposited into him.  He'll scream from the pain, but he
won't be able to stop, and all the come is going to shoot into my mouth. 
That's why you've got to be ready now, because as soon as that stuff fills
my mouth, I won't be able to talk.  So just focus in close on the action
and keep following me no matter where I go and what I do.

   "There, that's the second bulb full of air inside him.  I can feel him
starting to react.  And there's the third one.  Look at him now.  The
discomfort is waking him up.  After the next one, I'm going to hold on for
dear life so that I can keep his anus lined up with my mouth."

   When Cal let loose, he screamed, but his scream was almost drowned out
by a sound like a gun firing, and a huge wad of come flew right at Joan. 
She got most of it in her mouth, but some of it splattered over her face.
Then there were smaller eruptions, and more screams, and the come began
flowing out of Cal like running water right into Joan's wide open mouth. 
After a while, the come slowed to a trickle and then to drops.

   Joan pulled herself free from Cal.  Because the pillows were elevating
his lower body, she easily pushed him over onto his back.  Wendell kept
filming.  She crawled onto Cal and sat on his stomach.  Cal had his eyes
open but wasn't totally awake.  He was blinking, but he seemed to be in a
trance.  Joan's cheeks were bulging.

   Joan leaned over Cal and slapped him hard on the face.  He shook his
head, but his eyes were still somewhere else.  She slapped him hard a
second time, and this time he began blinking faster and then focused on
her. He tried to move, but she bounced on his stomach a few times until he
stopped.

   He stared at her and she raised her hands to both sides of her face and
pointed at her bulging cheeks.  His eyes widened in horror and he began
squirming again.  After a few more bounces quieted him again, she moved
forward onto his chest and then leaned over and kissed his eyes.

   At least that's what Wendell first thought as he filmed her face and
Cal's close together.  But when she raised her head, he saw that what she
had done was open her mouth just enough to dribble come onto each of his
eyes, which Cal had now tightly shut.

   She looked over at Wendell, and he thought she was smiling, although he
couldn't be sure, because she looked so grotesque with her cheeks bulging
out.  Then she lowered her head for a few seconds to Cal's nose.  When she
lifted her head, there was a huge gob of come on his upper lip.  She moved
her index finger to it and started to push the come into his nostrils. 
Cal's eyes were tightly shut, and when he tried to move his head away from
her fingers, she just followed him.  Finally, she had pushed all the come
from his upper lip into both nostrils, and Wendell could see they were
filled with the thick white fluid.

   She lifted her head and looked at Wendell again with that expression
that might have been a smile.  Now she looked at Cal's nose stuffed with
come, and then at his mouth.  His lips were tightly sealed, except for
slight cracks at the corners where he was trying to breathe.  She gently
placed one hand over his mouth and then slowly pushed down, sealing his
mouth.  He began moving his head in every direction again, but her hand
stayed with him, and no air could get through it.  Though they were covered
with semen, he opened his eyes wide in fright.

   Now his body was starting to move around, too, and he was kicking his
legs.  Joan watched him with her strange expression as he struggled.  Then
his struggles became weaker, and Joan looked over at Wendell and motioned
with her other hand for him to get closer.  She pointed at Cal's face, and
he knew she wanted a good close-up of what was about to happen.

   Finally, she took her hand off Cal's mouth, and there was a sound of
desperate gasping.  Cal's mouth opened wide to pull in air.  While he
gasped, Joan took his head gently in her hands and turned him so he was
looking directly at her.  Her face was about six inches above his as she
opened her mouth and a huge torrent of come fell from it directly into
Cal's wide open mouth.

   Then Cal's sound changed to a mixture of choking gasping, sputtering,
gulping, spitting and sneezing.  Most of the come went down Cal's throat as
he swallowed fast to keep from choking.  But a lot of it was sneezed out
through his nose and onto his face, and some was spit out as he gasped. 
His face was covered with a thick coat of semen.  Joan got off of Cal and
took the camera from Wendell.  She filmed Cal for five minutes until he was
breathing normally again.  He was shaking, and it looked like he was crying
as she turned off the camera and went into the bathroom.

   She didn't close the door, and Wendell heard her gargling three or four
times.  Then she was back with a hot wet towel.  She turned to Wendell, who
stood like a statue with his mouth hanging open.  "You can go now,
Wendell," she said, and then she began gently washing Cal's face.

   As he got dressed and left, he didn't look at them, but he heard Cal
sobbing and Joan kissing him and soothing him with her words like a mother
soothing a crying baby.



   "Joan told me you made her come twice," said Jane the next day.  "Just
your hands on her breasts and watching your dingus going in and out of Cal.
Don't look so pleased.  You're never going to see her body again, except
maybe in a bathing suit.

   "She said that Cal is getting over it, but she suggests that we keep the
two of you apart for a while.  I should be getting my copy of the video
next week.  Do you want to watch it with me?"

   "No," said Wendell.  "Once is enough for that kind of weird stuff."

   "Ok," said Jane, "but I'm warning you that when I watch it, well -- you
know what it will do to me, so you better be ready for some heavy action
that night."
   

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