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Perfect Present



   By Ed Rider



   My birthday was nearly over, and I still wasn't surprised.

   A few weeks ago Kathy mentioned that she had a surprise present for me,
one that I would never guess but that she knew for sure I would love.  It
was at dinner one night.  She had been looking at me with a funny
expression that was sort of unhappy and disgusted at the same time.  I was
about to ask about it when she smiled at me, a forced smile, and told me
about the surprise.  That was all she said, and she didn't mention it
again.

   Now it was 11:30 on my birthday night, which was a Saturday.  We had
gone out for a nice dinner with four friends, and I had received presents
from everyone, including Kathy.  Nothing special happened at the
restaurant. As usual, she talked to the women, and I talked to the men.

   We were getting ready for bed.  I was already under the covers, naked as
usual, thinking maybe her surprise involved some sex.  Kathy was brushing
her teeth.

   We both enjoy sex, and we're pretty good in bed together.  Our sex life
is a little irregular, because I'm on the road a lot, but when I come home,
we often make up for lost time with a few pretty intense nights in a row
before things go back to normal, which is some weeks more, some weeks less.

   I thought I heard a sound over the faucet running in the bathroom. 
Kathy turned it off, and then I was sure.  It was our doorbell.  Nobody
rings our doorbell at 11:30.  I thought it must have been an emergency, so
I started to get out of bed to put some clothes on.  Kathy came out of the
bathroom and stopped me.

   "Stay right there," she said.  "I'll get it." She slipped a robe over
her nightie and quickly went down the stairs before I could get up.  I
crawled back under the covers and tried to listen.

   I heard some voices and then steps on the stairway going up and down a
couple of times.  Finally, the door opened and Kathy walked in with two
women.  I was shocked, and my face must have shown it, because Kathy spoke
in a soothing voice and said, "Walt, this is Jody and Margie.  They are
going to help me with your birthday surprise.  Just stay where you are
while everything is set up, and then I'll explain."

   Jody began hauling a lot of equipment into our master bedroom and
setting it up.  She was slim, with a face that would have been pretty if
she ever smiled.  She wore her hair short and was dressed in jeans and a
sleeveless top that showed off her muscles.

   Our bedroom is large, with the bed against one wall and lots of space
around it.  There were some dressers against the far wall and a couple of
easy chairs near them, but not much else in the room.  Now the airy room
was filling up with stuff.  Jody was setting up lights, some high, some
low, all around the bed and tripods at every corner, and then mounting a
video camera on each one.  She set up scaffolding on each side of the bed
that almost went as high as our domed ceiling and then connected them with
a thick crossbar.  On the crossbar she attached a few more lights and two
more video cameras.

   As she was doing this, I looked over at Kathy and Margie.  Kathy was
wrapped up in watching Jody.  Margie alternated between looking at me,
Kathy and Jody.  She was a big boned woman, not fat, but full figured. 
Though she wore a modest blouse and skirt, I could tell that underneath it
were some voluptuous curves.  I wondered if her breasts were real.

   I felt uncomfortable lying naked under the covers, watching the women.
Kathy had taken off her robe.  She was in one of her most transparent and
sexiest nighties.  Were they going to film us having sex?  That couldn't be
the gift I would love.  Even though I enjoy sex, I'm no exhibitionist, and
I was nervous.  What if I couldn't perform?

   After what seemed like hours, Jody was done.  I looked at the clock.  It
was midnight.  "I'm ready," she said, addressing Kathy.  Throughout the
setup, she hadn't acknowledged me at all.

   As soon as she said it, Margie took off her suit jacket and began
unbuttoning her blouse.  Kathy came over and sat down next to me on the
bed. She had a strange expression on her face as she began talking.  It was
the same expression as the night she told me about the surprise.

   "Walt, you gave me the idea for this birthday surprise," she said. 
"That's why I know you're going to love it." She almost spat out the words.

   "I usually never go to our computer in the morning, because I'm racing
out of here, but I needed to send a quick message to my sister one morning.
When it came out of sleep mode, it was on a pay porn site.  You had come to
bed late the night before, so I figured you must have been looking at it
and forgotten to close it.  I quickly started a few videos, enough to show
me you were logged in as a member, and then I bookmarked it and closed the
window and rushed to write my email.

   "The next time I was home alone, I went back and became a member myself,
so I could explore the site.  You know that I don't like porn, but I forced
myself to look at everything.  There were so many different kinds of porn,
I was confused.  Some of it was pretty revolting.  As I watched it, I
decided that I had to find out what you were looking at.

   "A couple of nights later, I pretended to fall asleep, and you went to
the computer.  A half-hour later, I got up and said, 'Walt, where are you?'
and walked toward your office.  Remember?  You got up quickly and rushed to
meet me in the hall.  Your face was red.  I took your hand and said, 'Come
to bed,' and you said, 'OK.' Remember, we had some pretty exhausting sex
for the next hour.

   "Afterward, you quickly fell asleep, but I was wide awake.  I got up and
went to the computer.  As I thought, you didn't have time to log off the
site, so I started exploring again.  But this time, I could tell from the
colors of the borders of each thumbnail which videos you had watched.  I
watched as many as I could in the next two hours.  There were a lot more,
but once I found the patterns, it was easy to figure out what you liked.

   "Walt, this is not the time to talk about what you were doing watching
those videos.  All I'll say is that I wondered about those times when you
seemed uninterested in me day after day.  You were in town, and I knew you
weren't cheating because you were home every night.  But even when I gave
you strong hints, you weren't interested, and I went to bed and often cried
while you were working late at the computer.  At least I thought you were
working.

   "Now I know better, and the last thing I'll say for now about what you
were doing is that I decided you were cheating on me.  I know it's not the
same as being with another woman physically, but I still feel betrayed. 
You deprived me of your love in favor of those overendowed women with hairy
pubises.  Yes, I know those are turn-ons for you.

   "I was surprised, because I've got above average size breasts, and I've
never shaved between my legs.  I couldn't understand why you preferred
watching them and masturbating to actually having sex with your eager wife.
It upset me, and I cried a lot when you weren't around.

   "But we can talk about all that some other time.  Tonight is about you,
about giving you the greatest birthday present you never realized you
wanted.  Tonight, we're going to make the perfect porn video that has
everything you like, and you're going to get a bird's eye view."

   As if to punctuate her words, the doorbell rang again, and she left the
room, not bothering to put on her robe.

   I looked over and saw that Margie was now completely undressed.  And she
was as voluptuous as I had imagined.  Her breasts were huge but real,
because they sagged just a little, and her rump was firm, round and smooth.
Her legs were slim and smooth, except for where they met her body.  There,
sticking out from her crotch, was a huge, thick thatch of curly black hair,
the biggest I've ever seen.  She looked a little nervous.

   Kathy came back into the room with two men, both average looking buff
types that you could see working out at any fitness center.  They began to
remove their clothes, and I saw that they were way above average in the
equipment department.  Both sported long, thick organs.

   Kathy came over to me, pulled off the cover and took my hand.  As she
pulled it, she said, "Walt, to begin, I want you to sit here on the chair.
Jack, would you please sit on the chair in that corner.  We're going to
start with Bart." She led me to a chair behind the lights and cameras, as
Margie and Bart got onto the bed.

   They began foreplay as we watched, Kathy was sitting on the floor at my
legs.  She reached back and grasped me and began to stroke me, but I was
too startled to be responsive.

   "Jack and Bart are experienced at everything," she said.  "They are up
for anything the customer wants.  But Margie is new at this.  I found her
through an agent, and I watched her previous work.  Until last week, she
was doing only girl-girl videos, mostly for hairy fetish sites.  But she
has done a couple of straight sex videos now, and she seemed to enjoy them,
although neither man was as well endowed as Jack and Bart.  I wanted
someone fresh for your perfect present, and you can see she has the kind of
breasts and pubic hair that you love."

   After the kissing and touching, Bart was now getting between Margie's
legs.  Kathy took my hand and pulled me to the bed.  It was a large bed, an
oversized king, and Margie and Bart were on one side while Kathy led me
onto the other side, and we sat down next to them.

   "Jody has all the cameras running to catch all the action from many
angles, including above.  That's expensive, but it's special for your
birthday present.  She's got a camera on her head that she'll be using to
get in close, because I know you like close-up action so that you can see
every hair around the vagina and anus and every drop of mucous.  She'll
work around us, so don't even think about her.  Let's look at what Bart is
doing."

   She gently pulled me forward so I had a good view of his tongue working
on Margie, whose vaginal lips were already swollen and oozing love juice.
"Get close enough so you can hear," said Kathy.  "Jody has mikes all over
the place, so she'll pick up every sound, but I want you to experience
everything live, too." She gently pushed my head down and let go when I
moved it closer to the action.  Margie's puffy outer lips were about five
inches in front of my eyes now, and I heard the slurping noises as Bart's
tongue worked away inside of them.  I even heard some sighs coming from
Margie.

   "How do you like that, Walt?" said Kathy.  "Look at those lips and the
red moist stuff inside, and all the wet hair around it.  Are you close
enough to see every pore and every drop?  Wouldn't you like to stick your
tongue in there like Bart is doing?  Do you hear the sounds?  Do you hear
her responding?  Are you getting excited yet?"

   She was saying all this enthusiastically, but there was a slightly
shrill edge in her voice.

   As for me, I was both stunned and fascinated with the scene, and I
noticed that I was indeed starting to get excited.  I couldn't believe it.
This was so weird, sitting there naked next to a naked couple with my nose
practically in her vagina, which was being eaten out by Walt, and someone
was filming everything while Kathy was stroking my penis.  It was
embarrassing, but at the same time, something inside me was stirring.

   "OK, Margie, I think you're warmed up," said Kathy as she pulled me back
until I was sitting upright.  This seemed to be a signal for Bart to lift
his head and move closer to Margie.  He was on his knees, and he took
Margie's legs and put them on his shoulders and then guided his huge member
to her vagina which was now red and wet.  I saw him slowly push it inside
of her as she drew in her breath.

   "You can handle it, Margie," said Kathy encouragingly.  "Bart, please
start very gently.  Kathy has never had anything this big in her before. 
Walt, see how he's stretching her, and the sides of her are being forced
out as it goes in.  I know you love watching that?  Why don't you get
closer?" Again she began to guide my head and stopped as I moved it myself
to within a few inches of the insertion.  I couldn't believe this huge
snake was going in that narrow hole and watched in fascination.

   Finally, it was all the way in, and Bart started to move.  He pulled it
out just a few inches and then slowly pushed it back.  Gradually, he picked
up the pace and at the same time pulled it out further before going all the
way back.  Now I could see Margie's juices squeezing out the sides of her
and began hearing rhythmic squishing sounds.  As if from another room, I
heard her soft sighs.

   The pace was getting faster.  "Look up," said Kathy, pulling me away.  I
sat back and saw Margie's body moving on the bed as Bart was pushing
straight in and out and starting to bump her bottom as he went in.  In
response, her huge breasts were flopping back and forth, hitting her face
and then bouncing down to hit her chest and then bouncing back.  They
flopped faster and faster as he picked up the speed.  My mouth was open in
amazement.  I had seen similar scenes online, but this was right in front
of me.  The sounds of her breasts slapping against her skin were loud in my
ears.

   Bart slowed down and moved in closer, leaning forward.  This forced
Margie's big round rear off the bed and into the air.  Now her movements
were more up and down than horizontal and at first the breasts stopped
moving.  But again he picked up the speed and began bumping her bottom,
sending it into the bedsprings, which sent it right back.  This got the
breasts going crazily in every direction and I couldn't take my eyes off of
them.

   "Come back here," said Kathy, gently pulling me behind Bart.  His legs
were spread and his rear was up in the air as he was piledriving into
Margie.  I didn't enjoy sitting behind him because the view was of his
hairy crack.

   "No, down here," said Kathy as she pushed my head down between his legs
until I was once again inches from the huge member pushing in and out of
Margie.

   "Look at how her vagina's being stretched," said Kathy.  "He's really
big.  Look at her anus.  It's being forced open at the same time.  I know
you love looking at assholes.  Take a close look and see what's there.  She
pushed my head down until I could swear I was smelling Margie's anus.  I
looked at it and saw it stretching and contracting as Bart pounded in and
out of her vagina.

   "Doesn't it look like it's asking for something to be put in there?"
said Kathy.  "Maybe you want to stick your tongue in.  Do you wonder what
it tastes like?  Do you want to stick your tongue in it?"

   "No," I said firmly.  It was one thing to watch anuses in a video, but
this close to the real thing was something else, and I wasn't finding it
appetizing.

   "OK, then stick a finger in," said Kathy.  "Come on." She took my right
hand and led my index finger to the Margie's anus and pushed it in.  Then
she began guiding it in and out.  My arm was limp.  I had no feeling except
in my finger, which felt the contractions of Margie's anus.  Kathy let my
hand go, but somehow, even without her, my finger kept on going in and out.

   "That's it," she said.  "Feel her with your finger.  She's trying to
move away from it, because she's not used to something in her ass.  See how
she's squirming.  Put another finger in and keep on going.  Now try to
match Bart's rhythm.  That's it.  Put your head down closer, so you can see
your finger and Bart going in and out at the same time and hear them."

   I followed her instructions like a robot, and as Bart slowed down, I
slowed down.  When he pulled out, I pulled out.

   "That was great," said Kathy.  "Jody told me she got some good video. 
Now let's do a different position.  Margie, get on your knees, and Bart is
going to do you doggy style."

   Bart got behind Margie and started feeding his member into her again. 
It seemed even bigger because it was now glistening from her juices, and
this time there was less trouble getting it all in.  He started to go
slowly in and out.

   "Get down close so you can see the action, Walt," said Kathy.  I didn't
wait for her to move me this time.  I got my face next to them, and watched
his long tool move in and out between her cheeks.

   "That's not good," Kathy said.  "You can't see anything from the side.
The best view is from underneath.  Stop a minute, Bart and Margie." They
disengaged and looked at her.  She pulled me to the middle of the bed and
then rolled me onto my back.

   "OK Margie, get on your knees right over Walt, so he can see right into
your pubic hair, and Bart get behind her.  Are you ready, Walt?  This is an
angle you hardly ever see.  It's going to be special, just for you." I
heard that hint of hysteria in her voice again, and it made me nervous. 
But then my attention was on something else.

   I was looking straight up, and all I saw at first was black, curly bush.
But then coming into view was what looked like an elephant's trunk.  It
poked into the bush, looking for something, and it kept going deeper and
deeper into the bush.  Then I saw the bush parting in the middle with a red
gash appearing around the elephant trunk and spreading out.

   The trunk began going in and out of the red gash, and I was mesmerized.
I heard Kathy's voice, as if from far away.  "How does that look, Walt?" it
said.  "Can you see everything?  Here, let me get you in a better
position." I felt her push a soft cushion under my head.  My eyes were now
a few inches from the action, and I heard the squishing sounds.  I felt
some of Margie's juices dripping on my face as Bart's thing squeezed them
out of her.  Ugh.  I tried to ignore it and concentrate on the action.

   "How are you feeling, Margie?" Kathy asked.  "Are you OK with Bart's
size now?"

   "Not really," said Margie.  "He's so big, and I'm too tight.  I might
need some lubricant."

   "What if your clitoris was stimulated more?" said Kathy.  "Would that
help with your lubrication?"

   "I don't know," said Margie.  "We can try it."

   "OK," said Kathy.  "Walt, slide down until you can reach Margie's
clitoris.  I'll help you with the cushion." Margie's tone of voice had
changed.  This wasn't a request but a command.  I wasn't happy.  The last
thing I wanted to do was lick this hired porn actress while she was getting
serviced.  I didn't make any move.

   Kathy maneuvered the cushion under my head, but it did no good, because
I wouldn't budge.  "Move, Walt," she said.  "Slide down a little.  Come
on."

   "No," I said.  "Kathy, I think this has gone far enough.  I know you
mean well, but I'm not comfortable right now, and I think it's time to
stop."

   "But we haven't finished the video," said Kathy.  "I paid all this money
just for your special gift.  Please cooperate."

   "No," I said, "and that's final."

   "I'm giving you what you really want," said Kathy.  "You know you'd love
to eat Margie out while Walt is screwing her.  You know it.  Why are you so
stubborn?"

   Margie interrupted.  "Wait a second, Kathy," she said.  "I think I've
figured out how to do this.  Please ask Walt to move again and this time,
add 'pretty please.'"

   Kathy's voice sounded angry.  "What are you talking about, Margie?" she
said.

   "Just do what I say," said Margie.  "I know this will work." There
wasn't a sound from Bart, who never stopped moving slowly in and out of
Margie.

   "OK.  Walt, please move down so you can lick Margie's clitoris."

   "No!"

   "Pretty please!"

   As she said the words, I felt Margie's hands.  They were warm and soft,
and they were around my testicles and manipulating them.  It was exciting,
but I wasn't giving in."

   "It didn't work," said Kathy

   "Try again," said Margie.

   "Pretty please!" said Kathy.

   Margie's hands began pulling my testicles away from each other and then
back.  It was getting me more worked up.  "Again!" she shouted.

   "Pretty please."

   The hands were holding my testicles tightly now and gently squeezing.

   "Again!"

   "Pretty please!"

   The squeezing was getting harder.  It was beginning to hurt.

   "Again!"

   "Pretty please!"

   The squeeze was now like a vice, and I was in real pain.

   "Again!"

   "Pretty please!"

   This time I didn't wait for the pain to get worse.  I slid down.

   "He did it," said Kathy.  "How in the world?  You are amazing."

   "I know," said Margie, "but that's going to cost you a bonus."

   "No problem," said Kathy as she moved me around and adjusted the cushion
under my head.  Now my eyes were a few inches from the rod moving in and
out of Margie, and my mouth was pressed tightly against her moist vagina,
right at her clitoris.  Margie shifted her legs slightly so her body lifted
up an inch or so and I could breathe.  I felt her hand closing around my
jewels again, so I quickly began licking her.

   She responded with a long low sigh.  "Oh!, she said, "that feels good.
Go a little faster, the same speed as Bart." As I felt her hands touching
my balls, I sped up and got my tongue in the same rhythm.  I heard her
panting and then I felt moisture on my tongue.  Her juices were really
streaming out of her now, covering my face, and my licking sounds were
mixed with the sound of Bart's tool making loud, squishy sounds going in
and out.

   Then I heard Margie hold her breath.  She began shaking.  Bart and I
didn't stop.  Then she squealed and suddenly I couldn't lick her anymore.
She had collapsed on top of me.  I could barely breathe with my nose stuck
in her sweaty bush and her slimy vagina covering my mouth.  Finally, she
raised herself.

   "That was awesome," she said.

   "Jody says we got all of that on video with some great close-ups," said
Kathy with an edge in her voice again.  "You are going to love watching it,
Walt."

   "Great," said Bart in a flat voice as he continued to push mechanically
in and out of Margie.  "I'm glad everyone's so excited."

   "What's wrong," said Kathy.

   "Well, I'm here working away, and do I get any extra stimulation?"

   "What would you like?" said Kathy.

   Bart was silent for a second.  "Well, how about somebody licking my
balls," he said.

   "No problem," said Kathy after a moment.  "We happen to have someone in
the perfect position." Before I even realized what she was talking about,
she grabbed the big pillow my head and shoulders were lying on and pulled
my whole body backward.  I looked up and saw I was looking right into
Bart's hairy crack, which was wide open because his legs were spread.  I
saw his unappetizing hole in the middle of the hair.  His anus had almost
as much hair around it as Margie's vagina.  In a second, the hole was
blocked as he pulled out of Margie and his huge ball sack flew by, just
above me.  Then he went inside Margie again, and I saw his crack once more.

   Margie began playing gently with my balls again as Kathy lifted my head
and moved the cushion under me in various ways until she was satisfied. 
Then she lowered my head again.

   Now Bart's testicles were swinging so close to my face that I could feel
the strands of hair coming out of them tickling me and a breeze when they
went by.  Margie was still stroking my balls as Kathy said, "Stick out your
tongue." I felt hands tighten around my balls, and I didn't hesitate.

   "Swoosh!" Bart's balls swiped across my outstretched tongue.  "Swoosh!"
they swiped coming back.  I felt Bart flinch the first time and then lower
his balls a fraction to get more friction.  He experimented with speeding
up and slowing down and then got into a quick rhythm.

   I kept the tongue pushed out as long as I could, and then it started
hurting, so I had to pull it back in.  "Don't stop," he said, and I felt
Margie's warm hands on me again, closing gently.  I rested my tongue for a
few seconds and then stuck it out again.  There was another flinch and then
a sigh, and Margie released me.

   This happened four or five times.  I looked away from the balls and
Bart's hole as I was doing this and was shocked to see Kathy's face almost
as close to me as my face was to Bart's rear.  She was watching everything
intently.  I turned to the other side, and there was Jody's head with the
camera strapped onto it, taking closeups of me licking another man's
testes. I felt totally humiliated.

   Kathy raised her head and spoke again: "How does that feel, Bart?  Are
you stimulated by Walt licking your balls?  This is going to be great on
the video." She stopped and I heard her laugh.  It was an ugly laugh.

   "Don't stop Bart, but I have a question for you," she said.  "Do you
like anal stimulation, Bart, like when a girl rubs your asshole or sticks
her finger in or even licks it?"

   "I don't know," Bart said.  "That doesn't happen to me too often. 
Usually, I'm the one doing it to the girls."

   "Well, I want to try something," said Kathy.  "I don't know if this will
work in combination with you and Margie, but I think I've figured it out.
Pull almost all the way out and stop for a minute and let me set it up."

   I saw Bart's tool come out until the tip of it was resting just inside
the entrance of Margie's vagina.  Then I felt Kathy pulling me back again
and adjusting me.  She got a second smaller cushion and put it under my
head, pushing my face right into Bart's crack.

   "OK, Bart, spread your legs a little wider and lower your rear so that
Walt's tongue is right at your hole.  Walt, stick out your tongue just a
little, not so far that it hurts.  I want this to be comfortable for you."

   I nearly gagged when she said this and didn't do anything until I felt
Margie's hands begin to close on my testicles again.  Walt's cheeks were
spread and the tip of my tongue was right at his hole a second later.

   "OK, Walt, stark licking," said Kathy.  "Pretend that it's me, or maybe
Margie." She had never asked me to do this to her, because she knew I
wouldn't.  I gave a few licks and tasted something horrible and smelled it
at the same time.  I felt like I would throw up.

   "Great," said Kathy.  "Now go faster.  Come down here and get this,
Jody. It looks incredible."

   I began licking faster, and I felt Bart begin to respond.  His hole
twitched and he squirmed beneath my tongue a little.  "OK, keep going,
Walt, while I get the rest of this set up," said Kathy.  What else was she
going to do?

   "Margie," she said, "Bart is going to stay in this position, so Walt can
keep licking his anus.  That means that you are going to be the one moving
back and forth on his pole.  So get adjusted and start moving, but very
slowly."

   I felt Margie shifting around, and then the movement started.  It was
very slow, but each time she came back, she bumped Bart just a bit and that
pushed him back against my tongue.  His cheeks spread a little wider and
his hole was slightly more open as my tongue went across it.  Gradually, my
head moved further and further between his cheeks until I had to take quick
breaths when I could, because I was almost embedded in him.

   I heard some heavy breathing and thought it was Margie, but then I moved
my eyes to the side and saw Kathy.  She was staring at me and her face was
getting red.

   She began talking.  "That's it, Walt, lick Bart's asshole," she said. 
"Lick it hard, just like those girls do on those videos you like so much.
They put their heads into the guy's ass just like you're doing.  I don't
think there's anything more degrading that you can do to a girl than make
her eat out a guy's ass, is there?  Isn't that exciting?  Now you know just
how the girl feels, so you will be able to get into it even more." I almost
gagged again as I listened to her.  She sounded angry and aroused at the
same time.

   "Stop for a second, Bart.  OK, Walt, Bart is going to push out. 
Hopefully, nothing comes out.  When he does, I want you to stick your
tongue out as far as it will go and stick it into the hole as deep as you
can.  Bart, keep that hole pushed out until I tell you to stop."

   I heard Bart grunt, and I saw the muscles move around his hairy hole,
pushing it at my tongue.  When I saw it open, I nearly heaved.  I couldn't
push my tongue in there no matter what they did to me.  Margie's hands
tightened up on me, and she said to Kathy, "Say pretty please."

   "Pretty please!" yelled Kathy with excitement.

   The hands got tighter.  The pain was excruciating, but I didn't stick my
tongue out.

   "Pretty pretty please!" yelled Kathy.  Now the pain was so bad that I
couldn't control myself any longer.  I screamed as loud as I could.  Even
though I was under Bart's ass, I got some good volume, but I knew no one
could hear me because the bedroom is at the back of the house, far from the
street and separated from the neighbors by a large backyard.

   The hands on my balls relaxed.  I heaved a sigh of relief and heard
myself make some choking sobbing sounds.  Everything was quiet in the room.

   "Let's try again," said Kathy.  "Pretty pretty please."

   As the hands began tightening around me again.  I gave a huge sob.  I
tried to bear the pain, but it was no good.  I stuck out my tongue as far
as it would go.  Brad had closed up in the meantime, but now he began
pushing open again.  I put my tongue in as deep as I could.

   "That's it," said Kathy, almost choking with glee as Margie's hands at
my crotch relaxed.  "Here.  I'll help you.  She moved the small pillow and
the big pillow so my tongue went deeper into Bart and my head almost
disappeared in the jungle of hair between his buttocks.  A little air came
I through into my nose or I would have passed out.

   "OK, Margie," said Kathy.  "Start moving against Bart again, but very
slowly."

   Each time Margie moved back, Bart was pushed back onto my tongue and my
face was pushed deeper inside his rear.  Then I heard Kathy say, "That
looks great.  OK, Bart, now you can stop pushing."

   As he stopped, his anus tighted around my tongue.  It was like a trap
that held my tongue inside and squeezed it, then released it, then squeezed
it.  Margie continued moving steadily, and the squeezing became more
irregular.  He was starting to lose control.

   "Does it feel good, Bart," said Kathy.  "Go a little faster, Margie.  I
can see Walt's tongue is getting him stimulated.  Let's get him to come
with Walt's tongue in his ass." She was breathing heavily and barely able
to talk now.  I looked over and saw her face was beet red.

   I felt Margie's pushing harder now and Bart was spasming on my tongue
again and again.  Finally, he gave a loud grown and pushed hard into
Margie. His hole clenched my tongue so tightly that if I hadn't moved my
head up with him, I think my tongue would have been ripped right out of my
mouth.

   I felt him erupting into Margie for nearly a minute, and then he was
leaning back again on top of my face, but now his hole loosened, and I was
able to pull my tongue out.  I was so scared when he lurched forward that I
forgot everything, but now I again felt the disgusting taste on my tongue
and the horrible smell in my nose.

   One other thing happened during his orgasm.  There was a scream off to
the side.  I barely heard it because my ears were almost completely
covered. Now I looked over and saw Kathy.  She was drenched in sweat, and
her jaw hung loose.  She looked exactly like she looked after she had an
orgasm.  What happened to us?  I thought.  Why was I lying here with the
disgusting taste of a man's insides in my mouth while she was feeling
satisfied.

   Margie spoke.  "Hey," she said, "what about me?"

   "I'm sorry?," Kathy asked.

   "Everybody got off except me," she said.  I was too sick and exhausted
to tell her that I was nowhere near getting off.

   "Oh," said Kathy, "You orgasmed earlier.  But we got you worked up
again. I'm sorry." She thought for a minute.  "I know just the person to
help you get off."

   She came over and pulled me back down to Margie's clitoris.  "Wait a
minute," she said and got up and went into the bathroom.  I heard water
running and she came back with a hot, damp washcloth and began scrubbing my
face, from below my eyes down to my chin.  Then she said, "Stick out your
tongue, Walt, it's filthy." I stuck it out as far as I could, and she
scrubbed it, too.

   "There," she said.  "Now you're as fresh as a daisy." She laughed
loudly. It wasn't as harsh a laugh as it had been earlier.  She seemed to
be in a good mood now.

   She placed me back down by Margie's clitoris and I felt the hands on my
balls again.  With my first lick, I almost gagged.  I wasn't even inside
the lips, but the outside had a coat of the most vile cream mixed into the
hair.  It was a little of Bart's emission that had leaked out.  "You are a
sadistic bitch," I yelled as loud as I could.  It wasn't very loud because
my mouth was against Margie's vagina, but everyone in the room heard it,
and for a moment everything stopped.

   "What do you mean?" said Kathy in a serious voice.

   "I mean you are forcing me to do something that is disgusting to me and
saying it's what I want," I said.  "If it's what I want, then why is Margie
hurting me to make me do it?  That's sadism and pure evil.  You can pretend
whatever you want, but you must really hate me to torture me like this."

   "Let me think a minute," said Kathy.  Uh oh.  She was good at thinking
and prided herself on solving tough problems.  I didn't want her to solve
anything.  I just wanted to get out of there.

   "You're not right," she said finally.  "I'm not evil and sadistic.  I'll
admit that what you were watching on the Internet made me mad and disgusted
with you, but everything we're doing is exactly what you enjoy watching. 
You like women and even men being forced to do repulsive things, even
though they are acting.  The only difference is that you're not acting. 
But when we watch this later, it will be as if you are watching actors, and
you'll be experiencing it vicariously, so what's the difference?  Just a
little temporary discomfort."

   "How about calling it a lot of pain," I yelled back.

   "All right, I came up with a solution for that," said Kathy.  "Margie
isn't going to hurt you anymore.  All she will do from now on is pleasure
you." She leaned over and started whispering in Margie's ear.  I tried to
hear, but all I could make out was the word "orgasm" a few times.

   She finished whispering and said, "From now on, Margie is going to
persuade you with pleasure instead of pain.  I should have thought of this
before.  I apologize." She leaned down and kissed me, and as she did, I
felt Margie's hand start working on my balls again.

   But this time, she didn't squeeze them.  She fondled them in one hand
and pulled them gently away from each other, then let them go, then
manipulated them again.  It felt really good.

   Meanwhile, her mouth sucked me in.  Then it released me, and her tongue
began working on me.  And then she sucked again.  The alternate suction and
tonguing, combined with the fiddling fingers was starting to arouse me. 
Then I felt a finger in the entrance of my rear, rubbing something slippery
there.  It was lubricant, and soon the finger started probing me and then
moving in and out of me.

   I was now totally aroused, and my body jerked when a second finger
joined the first in my rear.  My body was rising to meet her mouth and her
hands.

   "Pretty please," said Kathy.  I turned and looked at her and she was
sticking her tongue out and making licking motions.  She wanted me to start
working on Margie again.  But I knew that if I did, I would get a mouthful
of come.  "No way," I said.

   Margie's magic mouth and fingers stopped and withdrew.  Slowly my penis
got wobbly and finally fell back in a heap.  Then Margie began to play with
me again and suck me into her mouth.  Then came the fingers in my rear. 
This time, I got hard much faster and she kept going as Kathy said "Pretty
please" again.  But when I didn't respond, Margie stopped again.

   I stayed hard longer, but finally I collapsed again.  I felt frustrated
and uncomfortable.  As soon as I was soft, Margie began again, and we went
through the same process.  Nothing was hurried, and everything was gentle.
The two men were watching from their chairs while Jody was filming
close-ups.

   As gentle as she was, by the fourth time I was aroused by Margie and
then released, I began feeling a lot of discomfort and even some pain in my
testicles.  But I held out and wouldn't open my mouth.  Gradually the
pleasure increased, and so did the pain when the pleasure stopped.  By the
sixth time, almost without thinking, I began licking.

   Margie's ministrations began again and continued while I was licking,
but the second I stopped to catch my breath, she stopped, and although I
began licking again quickly, she wouldn't start until I was totally soft
and in even more pain.

   Her rear was high in the air, and my mouth was pushed up to it on the
pillows so my tongue was licking her clitoris from below.  I was facing
straight up and saw her glistening crack above me, but the puffy lips were
closed as I was probing between them to reach the clitoris.  I tasted some
of Bart's disgusting come, but even when her lips opened, nothing was
coming out of Margie because her vagina was up while her head was down on
my stomach as she sucked and licked me.

   As I kept licking her, she and I got into the same rhythm with our
mouths.  Then I heard her hold her breath again.  He mouth came up off me
and her hands pushed hard against my legs as she raised her chest up and
her head came back and let out a frightening sound from deep inside her,
like some kind of jungle cat howling at the moon.

   As her head came up and she howled, her bottom slammed down on me and
pushed her vagina into my mouth.  I backed my head away, but it only went
so far into the pillow.  Her red slit was opening and closing in spasms,
and each time it did, a torrent of come poured out.  It went into my eyes,
my nose and, most of all, my mouth.  I choked and sputtered as my mouth and
nose filled up with Bart's come.  I couldn't breathe.  I opened my mouth
wide and gulped air and come at the same time.  I swallowed the filthy
stuff as fast as I could, but it still kept coming.  Finally it stopped,
right around the time Margie stopped shaking, and her ass fell back hard,
cutting off my air and pushing more of the thick white stuff into my mouth.

   I held my breath, and in a few seconds she leaned forward off of me. 
"Wow!" she said.  "That was tremendous." She was breathing quickly and
deeply.  I was starting to feel the pain in my groin again.  I needed
release, but I wasn't getting any.

   "Now that you are satisfied, you need to finish what you promised," said
Kathy.

   "Isn't this enough?" asked Margie.  "I told you I've never had more than
a couple of fingers in my ass, and Jack looks pretty big."

   "I promised you he wouldn't hurt you," said Kathy.  "I did some
research. You'll be sore for a few days, but you're getting paid for that.
Walt loves anal, and we can't do a half-assed job on his video." She
laughed.

   "All right," said Margie.  "Let's get this thing over with."

   Margie was still lying on top of me with her crotch right in front of my
eyes.  I looked up to see Kathy come over with a long tube in one hand and
some fingers covered up with a gob of grease in the other.  She stuck the
fingers into Margie's rear, moved them around inside her a little and
pulled them out.  Then she pushed the tube in and wiggled it around as it
kept going in.  I was amazed at how far she could push it into Margie.

   Then Margie's body jerked as I heard a soft rushing sound.  I saw Kathy
holding up something attached to the tube.  She looked at me and said,
"Lubricant.  We're filling her full up with it."

   A second after Kathy pulled the tube out, I saw Jack climb up behind
Margie.  He was already hard, and from this perspective, it looked like he
had an elephant trunk as big as Bart's.  How was he ever going to get it
inside that little pucker?

   After he rubbed up and down her crack with the tip, he placed it at the
opening and began pushing.  "Slow, slow," Margie said.  I watched in rapt
attention as he slowly inched in.  She took one deep, long breath after
another.  Finally, it was all in, and he left it there for a minute.

   "You did it," said Kathy.

   "I don't know how," said Margie.  "It's killing me.  I'm afraid of what
will happen when he starts."

   Jack began moving and Margie started writhing.  She was breathing in
gasps, and I heard little sobs now and then.  It looked like she was trying
her hardest to endure it without complaining, but every once in a while a
little shriek or a sob was mixed into the panting that got faster and
faster.

   Then I felt her fingers again.  She was turning her attention back to
me, maybe trying to ignore what has happening in her rear.  She was
manipulating my sack, inserting a couple of fingers and then I felt her
tongue again and finally her head going up and down as she sucked.

   Every once in a while, she stopped.  Maybe it was the discomfort inside
her.  Whatever the reason, she was driving me mad again because when she
stopped, she waited until I wilted before she began working on me again.

   "Help her," said Kathy quickly.  "Start licking again."

   I put my mouth on her vagina and got my tongue going again.  I was now
in a weird place, as if I was on another planet.  Almost in my face was a
huge elephant trunk pushing in and out of Margie's anus, squirting out
lubricant over my face as I was eating her out.  She meanwhile was
pleasuring me to the point of madness.  I needed to come and I kept trying,
but she never gave me long enough.

   "OK," said Kathy.  "That's 20 minutes.  You did it, Margie.  Jack, you
can pull out now."

   "Wait a second, I'm not done," said Jack.  "You didn't warn me about the
time.  I kept holding back.  What am I going to do?" He was pulling out
slowly, and then there was the sound of a champagne cork popping as his
elephant trunk jerked free of Margie's rear and a huge amount of lubricant
poured down on me.

   Once again, I tried in vain to keep it out of my nose and mouth but
couldn't.  Pretty soon Kathy was beside me with another wet cloth and
cleaned me off again.  Then she said, "Jack, luckily for you, you get to
finish the evening and the video in another hole that's handy if a certain
lady will get her fingers out of it."

   I started to scream out, but Margie pushed her vagina on top of my face
and gagged me.  She took her fingers out of my rear, stopped fondling me
and lifted her head off my tool.  Then she grabbed my legs behind the knees
and pulled them back.

   She pulled them further and further back until my feet were above my
head.  My rear was lifted off the bed.  I felt a tube being pushed into it,
deeper and deeper, until it stopped.  Then I was flooded with warm liquid.
"It's lubricant mixed with enema prep liquid," said Kathy in my ear. 
"You're being stuffed full of it like a turkey.  But in a minute, your anal
muscles are going to start spasming to release it, because of the
chemical."

   The tube was pulled out, and in a flash, something started pushing at my
rear.  It was a lot larger than Margie's two fingers.  I tried to tighten
my anus, but then it spasmed for the first time, and I lost control.  Some
greasy liquid inside of me came out, and my hole opened enough for Jack's
to push his tip in.

   That was all he needed.  He had lifted my legs onto his shoulders and
began slowly pushing the rest of his giant tool deep inside me.  Margie let
go of my legs and now both her fingers were manipulating my balls.  I felt
her mouth go back on me, alternately licking and sucking.  With my legs so
high, she had to sit up to get to my penis.  She moved back, and her rear
came off my face.  When I looked up, I saw her on her hands and knees,
leaning forward to play with my balls and suck me.  When I looked straight
ahead, I saw some of Jack's huge penis disappearing and reappearing.  He
was now pounding me, and my insides felt like mush.

   But as much as he was hurting me, I couldn't stop responding to Margie's
hands and mouth and getting more and more ready to explode.  I was
wondering whether Margie would stop and torture me again when Jack yelled
out, "I'm coming."

   It must have been some kind of signal, because I felt Margie sucking
harder, moving her head faster and pulling my testicles with more urgency.
And sure enough, just as I felt an explosion of Jack's semen inside of me,
I felt my own explosion going into her mouth.  She kept on going back and
forth, sucking hard, and my body was spasming and bumping into Jack's
jerking body.

   Finally, I stopped.  I looked up and saw her leaning down over my face.
She opened her mouth, and I saw a huge ball of white, milky stuff was
coming straight down.  Once more, I was covered with slimy mucous that went
into my eyes, my nose and my mouth as I felt the last stabs of pain from
Jack's loose organ being pulled out of me.  Even soft, it was too thick for
my insides.

   I lay there on the bed for a while.  When I looked up, I saw Jack, Bart
and Margie in a corner of the room with Kathy.  She was probably paying
them, because soon they were gone.  The only sound was of Jody putting away
her equipment.  She carried it down the stairs in her strong arms -- it
took two trips -- and then she was huddling with Kathy, and then she was
gone.

   Finally, I got up and went straight to the bathroom.  I took a long, hot
shower.  I was totally numb, except for the excruciating pain in my anus.
When I got out of the shower, I walked into the bedroom and got dressed. 
Kathy was sitting on a chair in the bedroom staring at me.  She got up and
followed me as I walked out of the bedroom and was starting to say
something when I closed the front door quickly behind me.



   Two months later, she called me.  A few days after the video session, I
had served her papers and gotten a trial separation.  I hadn't talked with
her since that night.  Our lawyers did the talking.

   "I need to talk to you," she said.  "Can you come over here."

   "No."

   "Please."

   "I'll meet you at the Denny's around the corner," I said.

   "All right."

   I got there first.  When she walked in, she was wearing a dress that
emphasized her terrific figure.  She looked better than ever, except for
her face.  Well, her face looked terrific, too, but it was paler than usual
and her eyes were red.  I wondered if she was acting.  I didn't trust her
anymore."

   "It's no good, Walt," she said.  "I want you back." She reached into her
purse and pulled out a plastic case and opened it.  "This is the final
edited production," she said, pointing to the DVD on the left.  "It's truly
amazing.  Jody wanted to enter it for an award, but I wouldn't let her. 
The other DVD is the raw footage from all the cameras." She handed the case
to me.  For some reason, I took it.

   "Listen, Walt, I know you hate me and don't trust me anymore," she said,
"but I've got to tell you the truth.  I was conflicted, but I did want to
make the video for you.  My original idea was to make something you would
love to watch and while you were watching it, I would point out how
disgusting you were for getting turned on by it.  I didn't think much
beyond that.

   "But while we were shooting, something changed.  I still loved you and I
still hated the idea of you watching that stuff on the computer instead of
making love to me, but I found myself getting all excited and even
experiencing a couple of orgasms as you were humiliated.  I was totally
confused.

   "I don't want to tell you this next part, and probably you would never
find out, but I promised you the truth.  A couple of days after you walked
out, I began going to bars with friends, like I did before we were married.
I hooked up with a few guys and found myself doing some pretty kinky stuff,
things I never imagined I would ever do.

   "In a few weeks, the novelty wore off.  Walt, I'm telling you the truth.
Those guys were wild and fun and well endowed, but they weren't you.  They
had great bodies, and they were great lovers, but there was nothing more to
them.  I realized then that no matter how angry and disgusted you had made
me, I never stopped loving you -- not even when I was degrading you for the
video.

   "Walt, I'll do anything you want if you take me back.  You can put me on
probation for as long as you want.  I'll do any of those sick things you
watch on those websites.  You can make videos of me doing them.  Or if you
want, I'll do them with someone else while you watch.  I won't refuse
anything.  You can have your revenge.

   "If you won't take me back, I'm telling my lawyer to give you half the
house and half the money.  I won't ask for alimony.  I'll move back upstate
and live with my parents for a while and try to work out the rest of my
life.  I'll try to forget you, except when I'm watching the video.  That
will be all that I have left of our lives together."

   She was rushing her words at the end, and then she put her head in her
hands and started sobbing.

   Was this another show?  How could I believe her?  It didn't take me long
to make the biggest decision of my life.

   I said, "First, I want you to tell me every detail about that night. 
Not what I experienced, but everything else."

   She looked up at me, breathed in a wet sobbing breath and took my head
in her soft hands and began covering it with kisses.

   "I haven't decided yet," I said to her as I pulled my head back, but she
knew that I had.  She looked at me through her tears.  "What do you want to
know, Walt?" she said.  "I know my anger at you blinded me, because I
should never have let Jack have your asshole.  That part wasn't for you; it
was for me.  But everything else I told you that night was true, except I
didn't tell you that I planned every detail.  Everything I said and the
others said was in my script.  I even wrote out what you would say, and I
was close 99 percent of the time.  I had done my research well, because I
knew you and your letches down to the last detail.

   "See, Walt, I've been telling the truth to you all along.  You wanted
nearly everything that happened on the video -- except getting raped in the
ass -- even though you can't admit it.  If you want me to, from now on I'll
pretend whatever you want.  I don't need to tell the truth anymore. 
Whatever you want me to say, I'll say."

   I turned the disk over in my hands.  "No," I said, "I want you to always
tell the truth, or what you think is the truth, and I'm going to do the
same.  But I'll tell you right now that you are wrong.  Sure, I fantasized
about those things, but if you think all men want what they fantasize, you
don't know anything about men.

   "Yes, I liked to watch those things, but did I ever do any of them with
you or even suggest that we do them?  The only thing you had right was that
sometimes, I substituted the online porn for you.  That was wrong, and I'm
truly sorry for humiliating you that way.

   "But whatever I did to you by watching that stuff, it will never compare
to what you did to me.  You degraded me, but you also degraded yourself in
my eyes, and it's going to take a long time for me to look at you the way I
used to.

   "I still don't know why I'm willing to give that a shot.  And no, I'm
not making this mess worse by asking you to do more disgusting things. 
What I want most right now is being normal, even boring, for a change."



   That was five years ago, and things are going well so far.  Sometimes,
when one of her friends is over or we're together with other couples, the
women give me the eye.  Usually it's a curious or quizzical look, but
sometimes there's desire and longing and even desperation in their eyes.

   After experiencing this for nearly a year, I asked Kathy about it.

   "Oh, don't mind them, Walt," she said.  "After you walked out and I was
going wild for a few weeks, I showed the video to all of my friends, but
each time it was at our house on our flat-screen TV, and none of them has
seen it since.  I'm sure they told all their friends about it, but that was
just talk, and nobody except them has seen it.

   "You'd be surprised at their reactions.  Some of them got into it right
away, and some of them were disgusted at the same time they were
fascinated. But I found out that each of them thought about the video a lot
after they saw it, and each of them has since asked me for a copy at least
once.  Some of them have almost begged me to allow them to come over and
see it again.  You know my friend, Eve?"

   "Yeah, I really like her and her husband."

   "Well, then you know both of them are very religious.  She and Adam are
really into their church and are there three times a week.  They also do a
lot of charity work on weekends.

   "I didn't tell her anything about the video, because I knew it would
make her sick to hear what I had done.  But some of our mutual friends
apparently weren't as considerate of her feelings.  I was shocked when she
called during the time we were apart, and, after talking about this and
that for 15 minutes, she told me the reason for her call.  She knew it was
wrong, but for some reason she wanted to see a few minutes of it.  She
promised she wouldn't think any differently of me or you.

   "I invited her over, and you should have seen her.  After asking her a
couple of times whether she had seen enough and hearing her say, 'Just a
little more,' I shut up and just watched her.  She was sitting in an easy
chair, clutching the armrests in a death grip.  I think she must have had
at least five orgasms while watching you.

   "When the video was over, I could tell she was embarrassed.  All she
said was 'Thanks' before she rushed out the door.  When I saw her again in
the following weeks, she didn't mention the video.  But many months later,
she asked if she could borrow it.  I told her we were back together and
nobody else would ever see it again.  She was happy to hear about us, and
didn't say another word about it then.

   "But two months later, she began to bring it up whenever we were alone.
You wouldn't believe what she offered me for a copy or just a chance to see
it at our house again.  Remember when I insisted we update our home
security system six months ago, and you thought I was crazy.  It was
because of some of the desperate things I was hearing from her, and some of
the things she was doing.  I would never let her set foot in our house
again, and I was worried that she might try to get in anyway while we were
out of town.

   "I've told Jody to destroy everything she has on us and that if she
doesn't and I ever hear about one second being seen by anyone else, she
will be through in this town and anywhere else I can hunt her down.  I told
her that I would hurt her any way I could, both legal and illegal.  She
laughed at me and said that our video was tame compared to some of the
other stuff she's done, but she returned the original recordings to me and
promised me she erased all the copies."

   Kathy and I have an unwritten understanding now.  If I'm working at the
computer at night and she summons me in a certain way, I drop everything to
join her.  And vice versa.

   If she's tired or has a headache or isn't in the mood when I am, I get
to go to my computer and work or watch whatever I want, and she has no
right to say anything.  And vice versa.

   It's rare that I'm not in the mood, but when I am not and she is, I
still try hard to accommodate her if I possibly can.  The first time I
didn't, I was feeling fluish, and I dozed off.  About a half-hour later, I
woke up.  The door to her office was open, and I saw her back as she was
looking at the screen.  Her body was shaking, and I heard the computer
speakers.  I knew exactly what she was watching, and my stomach began
churning.  I couldn't go to sleep and kept watching her back.  Finally, she
slumped in her chair.  After a few minutes, she got up and turned off the
computer.  She was humming happily and swaying like a drunk as she walked
to the bathroom.  Before the bathroom door closed, I caught a quick glimpse
of her face as she turned on the light.  It was bright red.

   So unless I'm so sick that I can't move, I always respond to her
advances.  It's either that or my stomach knotting up as I think about her
watching my video birthday surprise on her computer.  It's a horrible
feeling, and unless I can't help it, I don't ever want to feel it again.
   

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