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this is Pt.2 to Chance Encounter posted here a couple of weeks ago.
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PLAYING HOUSE
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by
Karl Bruen
Well, if you're still with us, you'll remember that Paula and
me had planned to shack up together. Yeah, I know. It's pretty short
notice for this kind of thing, but we just felt so right for each
other.
We should have done something about it a long time ago instead of
trying
to behave so cool and proper and all. It was the right thing to do.
We were made for each other and decided to make up for lost time.
Like I said, Home is a two storey, three bedroom house in the
middle of ten wooded acres, well set back from the road, on one of the
farthest concessions from town. Real private and cosy. I didn't
mention
the in-ground pool fed by one of the natural springs on the property.
There are four in all, so there would never be a shortage of water.
And being an inveterate tinkerer, I had constructed a small
hydro-electric
turbine powered by the ever-present stream, so power is not a problem
either. All in all, it's a pretty self sufficient little spread.
Paula had finally finished moving in a couple of days after
settling her affairs in her old town. Transfer of accounts and all
that stuff. Since I was pretty well off ( as you may have surmised ),
I told Paula not to worry about getting a job right away. As a matter
of fact, I hoped that she would never think about getting a job since I
wanted her around all of the time - I had grown attached to her already
and fervently hoped that she felt the same about me.
I helped Paula move her heavy stuff down to the spread. It had
only taken seven pickup truck loads but it had taken a week and a half
to
do so. The reason being was the multiple screw breaks on the way there
and back. It seemed that we couldn't go for more than twenty minutes
without jumping each other's bones. Paula would have her hand in my
pants and around my cock as soon as I turned the motor over. She would
start jerking me off as soon as I put the truck in gear. Then, as soon
as we got onto the highway, she would bend down and start to suck me
off.
She never could leave my cock after just one ejaculation. Her
definition
of a proper blow job was at least three squirts. She had this thing
about three's. By that time, we would be on a fairly secluded part of
the highway where we could pull off out of sight and do it proper.
We had four of these places that we would stop off at, going and
coming. They just became part of the route and we absolutely could
not drive by and not stop at them. Then when we arrived at the
destinations, well, we just couldn't just pack up and leave. We just
had
to celebrate by indulging in various fertility rites. Paula had this
huge
anthropology text book on that particular subject - she had picked it
up a
some garage sale. That and the fold out couch were the last items to
go.
It was on the third load that we were researching the customs of a
certain New Guinea tribe where the men would pierce the head of their
cock
and attach long lengths of horse hair to it. The drawing accompanying
the article was absolutely grotesque. Paula became fixated on it and
I told her that I was in no, fuckin' way going to pierce the head of
my cock and stick some horse hair through it. She stuck out her lower
lip, pouted and called me a spoil sport. I then pointed out that the
time that the book referred to was before Western settlers visited the
island and horses were not indigenous to the land so more than likely,
the book was full of shit. Still, she became fixated with the idea
of attaching things to my dick and getting screwed by it that way.
I really had to get her off of that idea and found a section on the
custom of middle eastern female circumcision. She really made some
negative noises about that and we agreed that I wouldn't pursue the
clit
cuttin' if she would stop with the pee-pee piercin'. I really had to
exert myself in the more conventional pursuits of sexual gratification
to get her mind off of that book, but I was more than glad to do it.
A few more visits to the sex shop for some real exotic ticklers and
other imaginative toys seemed to help the situation.
I was getting real good at non-stop thrusting during and after
cumming and as Paula had mentioned before, she would have me screwing
up to twenty times a day. So far, I was doing her twelve times a
day comfortably and felt that when we got all settled in we could up
the count considerably. I really liked fucking Paula and vice versa.
We couldn't keep our hands off each other and told her that I'd like
to see us going at it thirty or so times per day - that would mean
that that's all we would do from waking until we passed out at night.
Paula was all for it - she had fantasized of just that very thing and
now that I was proving to be her dream stud, she wanted to go the
limit.
With the last load we finally pulled into the garage at the house.
After our fourth and last on-the-road stop we agreed to finish the
trip naked. I came around to her side of the truck, opened the door
and Paula slid herself onto me, wrapping and locking her legs behind
my back. Seeing as how it was only mid afternoon, we fuck-walked over
to the pool area.
It seems that this was the start of our permanent state of
undress. It only made sense seeing as how were screwing all of the
time and besides, we wanted to work on our tans. We pretty well made
the pool area our permanent living area with only brief forays into the
house to use the facilities and kitchen. We talked about building an
open concept bathroom and food preparation area but that never took off
because we ended up screwing all of the time and besides, it's nice to
take a break and a change of scenery once in a while.
About the only times we spent inside was when it was raining
and only when it was chilly and unpleasant. Fucking in a warm rain is
a totally different erotic sensation and one that we actually looked
forward to. We would run around in the warm rain trying different
positions, postures and locations. We would take hikes in the woods
and
nothing beats the sensation of just dropping where you are and going
at it right there. We did it on logs, mossy patches, rocky outcrops,
mud puddles, hanging from branches, treading water, anywhere, anyhow.
The only times that we got dressed was when we had to go to town
to pick up supplies. It was roughly a forty-five minute drive one way
and eventually we established two stops to indulge our passions
enroute.
As mentioned earlier, Paula refused to wear underwear anymore and
always
dressed in the most revealing outfits she could cook up - and some of
them were real treats. She always wanted me to shave her pussy even
though that's the first thing I do in the morning when we wash up - she
just loves the way the air caresses her freshly shaved quim when she's
"dressed" and in public.
The last outfit she wore was sort of a modification of the first
one that she wore on the weekend of the Car Show. But this time the
dress, although still having 'spaghetti' straps, could be considered
as sprayed on. I don't know what kind of material it was, but it was
sheer and clingy as hell - dark blue so that the wet spots wouldn't
show
up so obviously and so sheer that the little mole under her left breast
stuck out - and it was a very little mole. It was a uniquely cut dress
in that it had a little skirt with pleats that started very low on her
hips and came down to mid thigh. If she twirled, it would fan out
almost
perpendicular, showing all her delicious parts - I loved it and got a
woody just gazing at her. So did all the guys in town. I wish I had
some kind of camera that was able to take discrete pictures because the
reactions were really comical.
From the classical walking into telephone poles to actual triple
takes ending in slack-jawed, goggle-eyed lust. Hell, there were even
a few fender benders and one poor guy slammed into a fire hydrant
causing a gusher - we had a real laugh at that one.
So far, there was no real harm, but we started to realize that
the women in town weren't taking too kindly to Paula's flouting. We
had
a pow-wow about this and decided that for all the basic supplies, I
would
go into town to purchase them since the locals knew me and would
probably
settle down when I confronted them one-on-one. This would result in us
being separated anywhere from three to five hours, depending on what
I had to buy and who I met in town. Sometimes, I would meet some old
buddies and we would retire to a local watering hole for some guy type
conversation - mostly about Paula. Guy conversation is so basic since
it usually starts and ends with our dicks - it's all about who's got
the biggest toy, the sexiest woman, the most beer drank, the most goals
scored, the most runs hit, the most rocks scored, the most skeet shot,
the most ducks/geese/growse/pheasant shot, the biggest rack buck
bagged.
The usual shit - braggadoccio, is I believe, an Italian name for it,
and very appropriate. All in all, a most satisfying experience for
a guy. But what of my Love? How to satisfy her basic and maybe not so
basic needs? She must experience those wants to be with her women-folk
to expound and just plain make fun of the men-folk that cause them so
many problems.
So, she decides to run a discrete ad in the local paper about
wanton desires with an Internet address. It's about getting it on with
whatever and whoever, yet she worded in it in such a way that it
avoided
local censure. It attracted many responses, especially the online
stuff.
Eventually, Paula was going into town in more conventional dress -
really tight jeans and T-Shirt - that is acceptable according to the
local mores. She had her own wheels. I had bought her a '68 Mustang,
Fastback, 428 - the Bullit Car - and she handled it like she was born
to it. We used to race with my '68 Dodge Charger, 440 - stock- 425 HP
- Posi Rear End - Factory Four Speed and she beat me three times out
of five. I have to admit, she is a better driver than me because I've
beat guys with the same equipment and better, but she done my grits!
Anyway, after my forays into town, I was eager to get back to
my sweet. She made me promise not to jerk off while we were separated.
She just loved the gush of juice that resulted due to my abstinence.
Our routine would start off with her giving me a blow job as soon as
I walked in and she got better and better at them as time went on.
But instead of doing her usual three squirt blow jobs, she would grab
my still stiff cock and start massaging it with her gorgeous tits.
Her tits were really something. It seems that with our continuous
workouts they got firmer and perkier and I really enjoyed fucking
her tits and watching as the goo shot all over her face and chest.
She would then rub it in until it disappeared - she called it her
custom
skin lotion and I don't know if it was my imagination, but her skin did
seem to get a more healthier and smoother texture and glow. Maybe
there
was something to it after all.
We would then proceed to the pussy banging stage where I would
pound her crotch unmercifully. She liked it hard and fast and the
orgasms
that resulted were explosive. From there we would end up butt banging.
I was really starting to enjoy screwing her asshole. It was becoming a
favourite of mine. The sensations of fucking her bunghole were a lot
different and my eruptions always seemed more intense.
Then we would break for lunch and sometimes a little siesta. Then
would come play time. Paula was fast becoming a fan of bondage. We
had
an area beside the pool where I had driven four widely placed stakes
into
the ground. I would fasten her arms and legs with special bondage
cuffs
and stretch her spread eagle to the maximum and then I would blindfold
her. I would turn the stereo up so that she would be unable to hear
what
was going on. From there, I would indulge my imagination. Sometimes
I would cup her breasts together and join them with a light chain
attached to her nipples with nipple clamps and liesurely fuck her tits
for a few squirts always remembering to rub the goo in until it
disappeared. By then her nipples would become engorged and numb from
being bound so long. Paula would orgasm as I quickly released the
clamps and feeling would come back in pleasurable pain.
Paula also had this fascination with being able to put her legs
behind her head. We practised this until she was able to do this and
maintain the posture for long periods of time while I fucked her very
exposed orifices. During play time, I would stake her out with her
legs
behind her head, ankles crossed and her arms stretched out towards the
corners and then stretch the ropes very tightly. This time along with
the
blindfold I would apply a ball gag. Then I would join her tits tightly
with the nipple chain and insert an extremely fat, eight inch electric
dildo up her snatch. Then the piece de resistance, an inflatable,
electric anal plug - this was hard to find and very expensive but Paula
was determined to have one after seeing it on the Internet somewhere.
Inflating the plug to almost as far as it could go and then backing off
a
bit, I would then turn on the plug and dildo to high speed
simultaneously,
sit back and watch the fun.
Watching her contortions, grimaces and hearing her grunts and
groans I would stroke myself off remembering to squirt onto her when
I came. Sometimes she would go on until the batteries would wear down
and sometimes when she had enough she would show me her 'safe sign,'
the
pinky finger and thumb of both hands displayed simultaneously. First,
removing the gag, she would gasp, laugh, cough and groan; second, I
would
remove the dildo and plug; third, release her hands; fourth, releasing
and slowly easing her legs to their regular position. I would let her
rest for a minute or so, getting herself under control and then quickly
pull off the nipple clamps which never failed to bring her to orgasm.
Finally, she would remove the blindfold herself, smile at me and we
would rub my goo into her skin where I had shot off onto her. Then,
we would lie together while she rested up and inevitably her hand would
snake over to my parts where she would either start stroking my cock or
grasping my tethered balls and start shaking them like a baby rattle.
Did I mention that I now wore the sac stretcher almost continuously?
If she kept up the latter action long enough, I could ejaculate and she
would lean over and lap up the cum from my groin and stomach area.
Yup, we were perverted and had intentions of becoming even moreso.
Sex is fun! Other than the bondage thing, neither of us had any
desires
for any extremes in painful sensations. I must confess though, the
bondage sessions were and still are a little uncomfortable for me.
I have never been a fan of causing pain to another creature. To me,
bondage is a form of pain. But then, some folks get off on that and
as far as Paula and me are concerned, if that is what she wants, then
I'll give it to her, but with a bit of reluctance and the most caution
that I can realize. I guess that's why she lets herself indulge her
fantasy - she trusts me not to hurt her - she loves me and I love her.
Yeah, I know, this is a porn story but it gets better and it's true,
so that's why the personal references to emotion are alluded to.
Paula started to become very creative in regards to fantasy.
We would indulge ourselves in various scenarios such as primal-rut
during
warm rain to Bikers (one of our consistent favourites) to high-level,
executive-style, Bay Street-types. We intermixed the
scenarios,indulging
anything and everything in our imaginations. Hell, one time she wanted
me
to wear a Viking Horned Helmet and a two-handed broadsword, and make
out
like I was one of the early Viking pillagers of the British Isles,
raping
the native womenfolk. For some reason, I really got off on this one.
She didn't, however - maybe, it was some kind of genetic memory but it
definitely soured her for over two days.
It had to be some kind of genetic memory because we indulged
in other historical scenerios and had no problems. After a while, the
mere posturing of scenarios became boring and we reverted to good ole,
standard rutting. Entertaining as this was, I came up with the idea of
video recording our activities.
Paula exploded!
"THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT WE NEED! Gawd, I've had this overwhelming
desire to show myself off. Have you got a camcorder?"
"No, but we're gonna get dressed and go get oursevles one,
aren't we?"
"Jeez, 'have to get dressed, huh?"
Yeah, but you can get dressed the way you usually want to because
we're heading into the 'City' for this one."
"Huh?"
"The 'City' is wild, loose, and anonymous. There, we can get
whatever the imagination desires. We can 'purchase' it!"
"Anything?"
"Anything."
"Well, let me get my supply of tampons because I don't want to
be too obvious with the stuff streaming down my legs. Ooo, Georgie,
let's go and do this! I want it *all*!"
"I kinda figured that you might say that, so I already reserved
a room for us in one of the funkiest Motels on the LakeShore strip.
It's got the whole 'shebang,' like mirrored ceilings, vibrating bed(s),
a bidet, spermicide lotions and applications, complimentary
prophylactics,
basic sexual 'aids' and twenty-four hour erotic video. Waddya say?"
"Well, I say let's go for it."
And so we got ourselves all gussied up and headed for the City,
stopping at our usual two spots and discovering another one on the
way into the City. We arrived at the Motel and screwed our brains out
for about an hour and then reluctantly got dressed again and went and
toured the various electronic shops looking for a great camcorder and
appropriate accessories. After a few hours, we finally made our choice
- we had told the guy that we were interested in amateur film making
whereupon he grinned and said that he was into film making himself and
made some suitable suggestions. Collecting our loot we hightailed it
back to the Motel and started playing with our new toys. We got the
basic hang of it pretty soon and after a couple of turns video taping
each other jerking off, we set the camcorder up on a tripod and put on
a one hour show that we immediately watched afterwards. If I do say
so myself, we are one pretty hot couple - there are things that we do
to each other that we're not even aware of. The stray strokes, nips,
pinches, pokes and gropes that we use on each other as we are screwing
caused us a few laughs but what really caught our interest was Paula's
almost fanatical obsession with my balls. At every chance she could
get she would grasp, stroke, pet, pull and just generally handle my
nuts
which she was doing as we were watching and talking about it - she
paused
as we looked at each other, laughed and continued stroking my balls.
It was like a second nature and neither of us were even aware that she
was doing this - I certainly didn't mind it, but it was something we
would have to watch while we were in public.
Deciding to do one more hour-long clip with Paula blindfolded and
tied up to the bed, I made her suck me off three times while I invaded
her pussy and ass with different dildos, ticklers and plugs. We finally
finished off with a tit fuck, immediately followed by a pussy fuck
while her ass was jammed with an oversized dildo and after cuming into
her belly-button, I tore the dildo out of her ass and replaced it with
my dick and pounded her butt until I finally came which took a while.
I must have fucked her ass for a solid ten minutes until I finally
shot a load. It's not surprising it took that long considering that
I just shot five consecutive loads without any rest at all - I loved
those fucks best of all because they always kept me hanging on the edge
without release and I would just pound harder and faster, revelling in
that "on edge" sensation. Paula just loved being ravished - that woman
really loves to fuck, just like she said.
When we got back to the house, we set up the video equipment in
the pool area, for the time being. Paula had an idea and wanted to go
play on the computer. She had the two hour long cassettes and wanted
to know if I had any video editing software. When I replied that yes,
as a matter of fact, I had a few different programmes, she said that
she wanted to edit the two cassettes into short segments.
After that we took a rest and ordered some pizza and wings.
While we were munching away we looked at our videos again. We started
to
do some mental reorganizing when Paula asked me if I knew anything
about
video editing. I replied no but I imagined that I could learn pretty
fast and asked her what she had in mind. That woman is always
thinking.
She said that we could produce a series of five minute "shorties"
and sell them on our website. When I said that we don't have a
website,
she smiled at me and said that if I could learn to edit videos pretty
fast, then I could surely learn how to create a website. She mentioned
a couple of websites put together by some couples that have been pretty
successful for two or three years. The content being pictures and
videos of themselves and some of their friends with some sex stories
thrown in plus some adult toys. Some even have sponsors from the adult
entertainment industry. A few of them even put out a monthly
newsletter.
The more she talked and thought about it, the more excited
she got. My babe, the porn star. Well, we got into playing with the
various software and finally settled on one that was pretty straight
forward, yet was able to accomplish everything that the more popular
and expensive stuff did - another tribute to the free software policy.
While I got into the mechanics of the programme pretty good, Paula was
a virtuoso when it came to the actual edititng and rendering of the
special effects. She had mastered how to cut and paste various scenes
together so that what was produced was a totally different work than
was
originally filmed. All in all we ended up with about thirty different
"shorts," all following a particular theme. Paula figured that we
should
let the half dozen extras that she had made up go for a free download
on
the website and if folks wanted to see the gritty conclusion, they
could
pay about a buck and a half per episode after that - thirty six bucks -
not bad for a two hour and thirty minute fast-paced, hard core, real
life
porno movie. Yeah, I have to admit I was pretty impressed and really
quite proud of her - ole Paula was turning into a bonafide entrepeneur.
Now, I have mentioned that I'm pretty well off. This was a
result of a fortuitous lottery win and I was pretty well set up for
life if I didn't go too crazy. Before that I had had a long string of
very bad luck and I remember, very well, being rat-assed, soup kitchen,
ciggy butt bangin' broke. So, with that in mind, I found myself caught
up in Paula's enthusiasm and getting into the spirit of becoming an
entrepeneur also. Even with all the bucks in the ole bank account,
a few more coming in couldn't hurt.
Regarding the web site, I jumped into it, whole hawg. I went
and signed up for a one month, industrial intensive, crash course into
becoming a certified webmaster professional. During that month
however,
I had put together a basic site so as to establish ourselves within the
"community," so to speak. At first it was a freebie site with very
few pictures, one minute movie clips and some adult stories and we had
to install the Adult Pass software to ensure no kiddies could view the
naughty pix. Yeah, right - any determined fourteen year old could hack
their way past that barrier by "borrowing" their parents' credit card.
Where there's a will there's a way, as the old saying goes.
Anyway, after graduating, I came away with a whole bunch of neat
and nifty tricks to enhance our site. All sorts of graphics and eye
candy, but all tastefully arranged so as to entice the visitor rather
than to confound and confuse. And while I was busy with the course,
dear
ole Paula was busy with the camcorder. She had built up all sorts of
contacts with free-spirited people, mostly women, with whom she
enlisted
their varying talents.
It was on one of the days when I had returned from an overly
long shopping 'safari' that I happened to meet one of her more
memorable
friends. I had been away for almost six hours and I was hornier than
hell. I finally finished putting the supplies and grub away and peeled
off my stifling clothes at last. My dong was swollen and throbbing
almost
to the point of aching, so great was my need for relief. As I stepped
into the pool area, I noticed that Paula had the camcorder up to her
eye
and was filming a naked woman. A very attractive, naked woman. A very
attractive, naked, red headed, shaved pubes woman, to be exact. I have
always had a fascination for red heads and this time was no exception.
Her being drop dead gorgeous certainly helped. My cock stiffened and
swelled so hard that pre-cum started dripping off of the end - I had to
have her!
Her skin was covered with a sheen of slowly melding freckles.
The pale complexion of redheaded people is usually difficult to
transform
into the desired golden brown, so it was evident that this beautiful
young lady was making it a major project to try to attain that almost
impossible goal. Also, not showing any tan lines made it apparent that
she spent a lot of time in the buff.
Paula was eyeballing me with a smirk on her pretty lips as she
recognized my aroused state.
"Hey hon, I'd like you to meet my friend Alisha - Ali for short.
I met her during one of my "fishing" expeditions and I've known her for
quite a while. This is the first time that she's come over to our
house.
Usually, I've gone over to her place but since I talk about us and our
setup so much, she decided to finally come over herself to have a look
and finally meet you.
"Ali, meet George. George, meet Ali."
During Paula's introduction, Ali had instinctively covered her
breasts and groin area, but then as Paula prattled on she realxed and
dropped her hands and a small smile crept onto her lips as she looked
me over, concentrating on my swollen, dripping, dong. We shook hands
slowly and murmured the required answers all the while gazing at each
other quite frankly. Meanwhile, Paula was filming us, moving in for
closeups of our faces and other more personal sections of our
anatomies.
As I said, Ali was gorgeous and although her breasts were on the
small side, they seemed to suit her physique. Lean and built for
speed,
as the saying goes, whereas Paula was built for comfort and endurance.
And although Paula has the most beautiful pussy that I have ever had
the
pleasure of indulging, Ali's was certainly on level if not maybe even a
little more enhanced in some respects. Nice tight lips with a permanent
blush to them, giving the impression that she was always in heat, which
she was as I was to find out later. Her asshole was perfect! A nice,
tight little rosebud just perfect and ripe for the "plucking."
Paula grabbed my equipment and started stroking me. Ali asked
about my ball stretcher that I wore around my sac and Paula was more
than
glad to explain how she got off from the sensation of my nuts slapping
against various parts of her anatomy while we screwed. To emphasize her
little talk, I had just squirted and she smeared the goo all over my
cock
and around and into her butthole. Getting down onto the mat beside the
pool, I proceeded to drill her rosy red with Ali scooting up real close
to watch. Jeez, I was really getting off on this. This was the first
time that I had actually performed in front of any type of audience and
I was getting hornier by the second. Ali seemed to get off as well and
she started to diddle and frig herself. Paula was getting really
excited
watching Ali go at it and started bucking and thrusting onto my dick.
Hell, we were all getting off famously. Right there I knew that I was
going to end up with my dick up Ali's gorgeous, tight, rosy red asshole
and I gushed a wad into Paula's bowels.
As we were taking a breather, Ali aknowledged how my nuts were
slapping against Paula's pussy while I was pounding her ass and asked
Paula if she minded if I could try out the technique on her. She said
that she could recall getting mildly stimulated by her lovers' nuts
slapping against her but because it didn't last too long before they
were
drawn up tight, she never really thought about it too much. But after
seeing how much Paula got all hot and bothered, she just had to try it
and besides she was hornier than hell and wanted something a lot more
than just her fingers and a dildo.
So, with that I pulled myself out of Paula and knelt there,
dripping. Paula got up and Ali sat down before me and started to
stroke
my equipment, stiffening my dick again. She seemed to like to play
with my nuts - the sac stretcher fascinated her. She stroked, tugged
and tweaked my nuts for about five minutes before she turned around and
presented her backside to me. By this time I was painfully erect again
and decided to start in on her slowly. I gently pushed my way into
her now oozing slit and it didn't take too much before I was in up to
my groin. While I was stroking her pussy my thumb was collecting the
juices and slowly circling and prodding her luscious rosy red, getting
it used to the forthcoming invasion. As I massaged her pucker, I could
feel it slowly relax. Soon I was able to insert my thumb and kneaded
the inside, further relaxing her. Then I was able to insert two
fingers,
then three and after about ten minutes of this, I felt that she was
ready.
Pulling my dick out of her slick slot, I then rotated the head
around her butt hole to get her used to the idea that it was going to
disappear up and inside of her. I finally pushed my distended dickhead
into her puckering poop-shute and repeatedly prodded her until I felt
her relax even further. I stopped and started to flex and unflex
my undulating unit, which was only about a quarter of the way in.
Feeling her relax even further, I started to push and probe. Soon, I
was up to my groin and my nuts were starting to slap against her
perfect
pussy. Slowly at first was the rythmn untl Ali started to get into it
and
then the pace picked up until we were bashing each other in a
passionate
frenzy. And a frenzy it was as Ali started to make up for lost 'time'
- she was another who could orgasm anally, much to her newfound
delight.
Talk about a kid with a newfound piece of candy, she turned out
to be a glutton! As I squirted into her bowels, she wouldn't let up
but rather increased the pace knowing that she had me trapped by her
vise-like sphincter and wasn't going to let go of me until she wanted
to.
Paula was watching this the total time and getting off like hell.
She really exploded when she realized that Ali had my cock trapped in
her butt and wouldn't let go. She cheered Ali on to further strokes
all the while fingering, dildo-ing and frigging herself - she was
really
getting hot and bothered watching us. I had felt a little bit of guilt
at first as I entered Ali.
I was and still am totally faithful to my love, Paula. I know,
it sounds corny, but that's the way I am. For all the screwing around
that both of us do, we always come home to each other at the end of
the day and only really get off of each other's experiences to enhance
our relationship. I mean, after all our screwing of each other,
there's
always room for new stuff, right?!? We thought that we had done it
all,
but we were to find out that there are definitely more variations which
I shall expound upon in the next chapter, "The Camp."
Anyway, as I was saying, I felt guilty about screwing Ali in front
of Paula, but such was not to be the case. Paula was more than
encouraging in our coupling. She was actually cheering me on to
greater
efforts. She wanted to see her friend get off due to my exertions and
she wanted to see if I could get off in a different way than I did with
her. From the sidelines she shouted hints and tips.
Hell, she even got into it where she would rub Ali's nub while I was
pounding her butt and then she would tug, tickle, suck and lick my nuts
and asshole as I was stroking away. She would even poke her finger up
my ass to tickle my prostate to get me to 'juice-off' quicker and more
often just so things would get more wet and sloppy.
And wet and sloppy it did get as I jumped from hole to hole, body
to body. I just couldn't stop. After squirting in one hole, I just
got
hornier and couldn't wait until I plunged into another one and started
stroking again. The three of us ended up in a great tangle as we spent
the rest of the day and a bit into the dusk ravishing each other.
Ali was a pleasant surprise as she proved to be as horny, if not
hornier in some respects than Paula.
She picked up on Paula's fixation with fondling, stroking and just
generally playing with my parts. She also appreciated my sac stretcher
and often commented on how handy it was and what a great "handle" it
made. She really got off on shaking my nuts like a baby's rattle
while she either sucked or stroked my cock and really liked watching
the juice come oozing from the tip. I have to say ooze at this point
because by this time I had already ejaculated over twelve times so any
power shootng would have to wait until I could build up enough oomph
to squirt cum any distance. As it was, oozing was working out quite
nicely as it provided lubricant for Ali to continue to stroke my cock.
Their assoles didn't need any lubricant by this time since they had
been
invaded and filled enough so that the stuff was constantly dripping out
as were their sopping pussies.
As I said, we kept this up well into dusk and then decided to take
a bit of a break. Ali's idea of a break was to stroke me into hardness
again with our penis pump and when it was really huge and hard, ease
her
butthole over it and sink full length down into my lap.
We just kind of laid together with her occasionally nudging her butt
further onto my cock and constantly swirling her fingers around her nub
and every once in while, two or three of her fingers would disappear up
and inside her for a few good, hard stokes which I could feel on my
cock
through the thin membranes separating the two organs.
Then Paula came up with a mischievious smile on her face and a
bottle of bably oil in one hand. She asked Ali if she had ever gotten
into fisting and when Ali shook her head and responded that she hadn't
really ever thought about it, Paula and me looked knowingly at each
other and told her that she was in for a real treat.
I wrapped my legs around Ali's and opened them further and then
grabbed her under her arms and pulled her back. Pushing my cock into
her a little further, I stretched her body back so that her pelvis was
pushed out. Paua poured a liberal amount of oil over her right hand,
grouped her fingers together and slowly started to push them into Ali's
pink snatch. Paula was slowly pushing and pulling, in and out, and
slowly but surely her hand started to disappear into Ali's womb.
When she was in up to about a third of her forearm, she started to
press down and rub Ali's nub with her other hand, then she balled the
hand in her womb into a fist and started plunging, in and out, of Ali's
pussy.
Well, this set Ali to a-moaning and a-groaning with passion - she
really liked this!
After a couple of minutes of this, I spoke to Paula over Ali's
shoulder and asked her to jerk me off. Well, Ali's eyes just popped
open when she heard this and exclaimed that she just had to see this.
Assuring her that she definitely would see this, Paula set about to
stroking me through the thin membranes. I had to withdraw slightly so
that Paula could focus on the spot in the underside of my dick where
the head meets the body and then proceeded to rub vigoursly while still
rubbing Ali's nub. Ali's toes just curled right up and her breaths
were
coming in excited little chuffs and Paula and me could feel her tension
building up and eagerly awaited her impending explosion.
I could feel myself slowly build up to the inevitable climax and
Paula could tell and quickened her pace. By this time, Ali was limply
leaning against me, moaning and shaking with pleasure as orgasm after
orgasm went through her regularly - she had given herself over to the
waves of pleasure and just rode on the crests. Finally, we entered the
home stretch where Paula shifted her position so that she could get
into
some power stroking. I could feel myself start to swell and finally I
exploded in what felt like gallons of cum blowing out of the head of
my dick. Ali felt my eruption while Paula really turned up the pace
and bent down, grabbed Ali's clit between her lips and thrashed it with
her tongue. Well, as it turned out, Ali is a screamer. She started
with a low pitched groan which raised in pitch and stayed there for a
few seconds while she stiffened out, shook all over and then the poor
dear passed out momentarily. After coming to, she laid there with the
biggest smile I had ever seen on anyone's face.
"Oohh, that was fantastic! We really are going to have to do this
a lot more often. That is the best orgasm I have ever experienced. As
a
matter of fact that is the best series of orgasms I have ever
experienced.
I've orgasmed more today than I have in the last ten years! Where did
you people learn to do all this stuff? I've really got to get into this
-
where do I sign?" she laughed.
We all laughed and explained that she was welcome anytime she
wanted to come over and indulge, telling her that we did this kind of
stuff on a regular basis. We explained about our website and our still
vague plans to enter into the world of adult entertainment.
Meanwhile, good ole Paula had the camcorder set up, taping this
whole session which lasted a little over an hour. She showed Ali the
equipment and invited her in to have a look at the film.
Ali was more than enthusiastic and got up on wobbly legs. I helped
her into the house where Paula proceeded to set up the viewing area.
Then we all laid back, me in the middle of these two horny vixens and
watched ourselves in living colour. Ali's one hand started massaging
her clit while her other hand sneaked over and started stroking my
cock.
On the other side of me Paula was playing with a dildo and her hand
came
over, grabbed my balls and started shaking them. When I came, the two
of them bumped heads in their eagerness to lap up the goo which by this
time was a mere trickle. We all laughed good naturedly and Ali made
a comment about how I would have to eat a bushel of oysters to bring
my load up to par again. She was surprised when I said that actually,
cranberry juice was good for producing an over abundance of fluids.
"Just another obscure fact from the cornucoppia of Paula's
Homespun Facts 'n Hints - a developing feature on our web page. Would
you
care to have a look at our page? We're open to suggestions."
"Sure, I'd love to. Where's the computer?"
And with that we all retired to the computer room. Actually,
studio would be a more apt term for it because in additon to the usual
computer stuff, there were numerous monitors, splicers and sound mixing
boards for a complete audio-visual editing setup. We kind of got
caught
up in our little "hobby" and it snowballed. Ali just oohed and aahed
as
she gazed at all of the sophisticated equipment. I then proceeded to
tell her that this was more of Paula's domain since she seemed to be
the
resident audio-visual genius - I was merely the "troll-techie" who
maintained and updated as required.
This was when Paula started in her spiel, indicating and
explaining the various pieces while Ali's eyes just got wider and her
mouth started to drop open in various degrees. Paula then showed her
what she could do to a video and used the one that we had just made of
the fisting of Ali. She applied some special effects and had her arm
disappear up to her shoulder into Ali which brought about a hysterical
round of laughter and giggles out of her. Then Paula used the scene
where I was banging Ali's butt and spliced another tape into it so that
it looked like every time I pushed into Ali, the tip of my cock would
pop out of her mouth. This had the effect of dissolving Ali into a
giggling, snorting, hysterically laughing ball of flesh on the floor
and since laughter is contagious, we soon joined her.
When she finally got her breath back, she explained that the
scene with my cock popping out of her mouth struck her so funny because
that's exactly how it felt, initially. Now she would much rather be
drawing my dick into her mouth and then knelt down and drew me into her
velvety, warm mouth and proceeded to suck me until I loosened a trickle
of juice down her throat and still kept sucking for a good bit after
that.
Reluctantly, she withdrew and stood, licking her lips and smiling.
Ali now comes over quite often and partakes in whatever videos
Paula dreams up. She has become quite adept and has proven to be quite
popular with our subscribers. Her beauty and innate talents have
drummed
up quite a fan club who clamor for more and more of her. Fame seems to
have gotten to her a bit because she spends more and more time posing
for pictures and enacting little video scenarios and doing so with an
increasing enthusiasm - she loves to watch herself onscreen.
Plus, she seems to favour anal sex more often and insists that I
do
her in preference over the variety of butt plugs although at times she
gets in the mood for the inflatable plug that Paula favours so much.
We found the manufacturer for it and buy direct, now. Surprisingly,
it's one of our best sellers going neck in neck with the 'sac
stretcher'
that I wear all of the time. These two items are becoming our main
income earners in the 'toy' department. All in all, the web site is a
resounding success. It seems that every facet; the 'toy' department,
the
video section, the stills photos, the 'Friends 'n Lovers Photo Section,
the 'Hints 'n Tips' section, the 'Advice For The Lovelorn and Lost'
column, the specialties, i.e., Ali's worn and soiled panties for $8
each,
Paula's vials of pussy secretions and vials of my cum (no shit!) -
there
are some real lonely people out there - are all doing extremely well.
Not bad for a 'Home Office' type of business - it pays the taxes,
utilities (what there is of them), groceries, various sundrie items and
then some miscellaneous goodies,too. Plus, Paula, me and Ali draw
decent
salaries, to boot!
Yeah, we're doing alright in the Home Business front but Paula
and me now wanted to branch off into something a little more
extravagant.
We wanted to be 'Porn Stars!'
Paula kept talking about being fucked by many, many men continuously
- she had seen, "Houston 600," and felt unfulfilled at the end of the
video series. She kept saying that Houston was a wimp who gave up too
soon and that she could show her what screwing was really about.
Personally, I thought that Houston was great and couldn't believe that
she lasted through that massive onslaught of penile powered 'pushin.'
Myself, I could see me going at it with some of Porndom's most
sexy,
horniest, gorgeous sluts and loving every second of it as I bounced
from hole to hole, covering those bodacious bods with my goo and spit
as I prodded, poked, sucked and licked my way through their challenges
to make my dick limp.
It happened when Ali was away for a couple of weeks in the
West Indies at some Hedonistic Retreat. Paula and me had just finished
screwing for the thirty second time that day and it was only two
o'clock
in the afternoon and we had been up since eight thirty that morning.
Now, this is not to say that we were getting bored with each other.
On the contrary, we were more into each other than we had ever been
before and really getting off mutually and wanting more and more.
Like I had mentioned, Paula and me were now so in sync that a lot of
the time we didn't have to verbalize - we just knew what the other was
feeling and thinking.
We got up and went on over to the computer and searched for the
Adult Entertainment Association. We found out that they had an
upcoming
awards festival scheduled in about a month and it was to take place at
some place in Canada. The exact location would be announced in about
a week or so. The only fact revealed was that it would be held at one
of the more exclusive 'Adult Nudist Camps,' location yet to be decided.
So from there we searched for 'Adult Nudist Camps' in Canada and
you can imagine our surprise when we found out that there was one not
more than twenty kliks from us. These 'Adult Nudist Camps' were thinly
veiled hedonistic retreats for swingers and were fast becoming more and
more popular. We read the details of this local camp and were impressed
by the details revealed. We decided to arrange a visit and to see
things first hand and would do so in a couple of days. We had
a bit of planning to do.
-- Next, "The Camp"