Spouse in Torment

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Ken was taking even a closer look at Nancy than Lisa had earlier. There was something about the woman that turned him completely off, physically. Also, the fact that she seemed to work like a robot for Milt unnerved him.

“Shall I sit next to him on the sofa, Milt?”

“Yes, Nancy, that would be nice.”

She not only sat next to him but also started running her hand up and down his thigh. Her fingers now and then brushed the material of his cock through the material of his trousers. And, even though Ken didn’t think of her as an attractive woman, his cock started getting hard.

It was difficult to concentrate on what Milt was saying, until he started talking about Lisa and the contract. That jarred Ken into instant attention.

“So you see, Ken,” Milt was saying, “I know, and have known for some time, about the little deal you and your wife have cooked up to convince unwitting advertisers to use your agency. I’ve even talked to some of the men who have felt guilty after fucking your wife, and having her suck their cocks.”

Ken gulped. “Then why…”

“Why did I go ahead and fuck her?” Milt said. “Because, dear boy, I like you. And it was rather enjoyable fucking her, although my tastes run to other things. Things a little more bizarre. That’s why I’m married to Nancy. Nancy is a little bizarre. Aren’t you, honey?”

“Yes, Milt. His cock is almost hard. Shall I take it out and suck on it a little first?”

“Hey, wait a minute,” Ken interjected. “I don’t.”

Milt interrupted him. “Yes, dear, but why don’t you take your clothes off first and let Ken see your beautiful body.” He turned his attention back to Ken as Nancy stood beside the sofa and started removing her dress. “You’ll love Nancy’s body, Ken. I do. She’s built almost like a little boy.”

Ken couldn’t speak. His eyes were riveted to the woman as she slipped the dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He could see the straight, thin line of her pubic hair as it disappeared between her thighs through a filmy thin pair of bikini panties. Her waist was strange, too thick for her narrow hips and thighs.

Then she removed the tiny bra and he gasped. Her small, gleaming white tits, with their tiny, tiny nipples, didn’t move. They were as firm as two baseballs beneath the taut ivory skin. They didn’t even look like a woman’s breasts. They looked as though they were the breasts of a man, only enlarged.

Then Ken saw her remove the panties and the narrow, jutting bone of her cunt appeared as if it would burst through her skin, and he knew why her breasts looked as though they were a man’s.

It was because they were a man’s at least, they had been at one time.

He turned back to Milt and started to speak, but was stopped by the leering smile of recognition on Milt’s face. Milt was reading his mind. He knew that Ken knew.

“Yes,” Milt said, unzipping his fly and pulling his huge, hard hunk of meat into the open. He fisted its huge girth as he spoke again. “Yes, Ken. My sweet little girl used to be my boy. Oh, I didn’t want her to do it, but she insisted. She said she wanted to be more of a girl.”

“Milt…” Ken said.

“You’ll love to have her suck your cock, Ken. She can really suck. That hasn’t changed since she was a boy. And, believe me, she sucked a lot of cock when she was a boy. You still love to suck cock, don’t you, Nancy?”

“Yes, Milt. I love a cock in my mouth. I love to feel that good jizz slide down my gullet when a cock starts spurting.”

“I know you do, dear.”

“Shall I take his cock out now, Milt?”

“Why don’t you just take all his clothes off, hon. Then we can see his cock and his ass. You know how we both love boy’s asses.”

“Yes, Milt.”

“No… NO!” Ken said, grasping her wrists and holding her away from him.

“Ken?” Milt said, his face growing stem. “The contract, Ken. It would be easier if Lisa were stun here, but we’ll just have to make do with you now.”

Ken’s mind whirled as he released Nancy’s wrists. Yes, he thought, the contract. He did need the damn contract. Need? Shit, he had to have the damn thing. And, what the hell, she was, a girl. She probably did give good head. Hell, maybe he’d even fuck her pussy. That would be kind of kinky, to fuck a man-made pussy.

Ken’s cock rose to its full height as Nancy undressed him with deft fingers. Now and then her hand would slide down and caress the length of his tool or roll his balls around in its palm.

“Ohhhhhh,” she cried, when Ken finally stood naked in front of them. “He does have a nice prick, Milt.”

“Yes,” Milt said, his eyes bugging from his head as he studied Ken’s cock. “Very nice.”

“It’s just right,” Nancy cooed.

“You think you can take it everywhere, dear?”

“Yes, Milt. It’ll be a nice size for my asshole after I suck and fuck him with my mouth and pussy.”

He, she, it, whatever Nancy was she had managed to turn Ken on completely with her hands.

“Shall I, Milt?”

“Yes, dear. Suck him off so I can watch.” She stood up. “Kiss me, Ken!” she said. “No… I… just suck me,” Ken replied hesitantly.

Nancy moved her nearly hairless cunt over his cock, trapping it between her thighs.

It worked. Man made or not, it was still flesh around the ridge of his cock. It was still a hole to ram his turgid meat into.

He rammed forward, grinding his cock hard into her pelvis, crushing the matted hairs around her tiny cunt. She leaned forward, rose to her toes, and stabbed her tongue into his mouth. Ken forgot who or what she was. He returned the kiss passionately, gyrating his prick into her hard crotch all the while.

Nancy reached behind him and slipped her fingers between the taut cheeks of his ass. She worked her middle finger downward, between the crack of his ass. He kissed her harder as her finger progressed. He moaned deeply as she began wiggling the tip of her finger into his rear hole. It almost drove him wild. His rock-hard cock ground into her with more intensity.

Nancy pulled her mouth away from his. She said, “He’s got a wonderful, tight asshole, Milt. It’ll be good.” Ken didn’t hear her words. His prick was already on the verge of coming, and it was sending wild sparks of sexual electricity up to his brain.

“Good, honey, good. Let’s go into the bedroom.”

Nancy led both of them through the living room and into the adjoining bedroom. In his daze, Ken managed to notice that Milt had shed all of his clothes. It struck him for just a moment that Milt had one hell of a whang. It was about three inches longer than his own, and at least an inch and a half thicker. He was too hot to think much about Milt’s cock, though. He wanted his own cum-gun off.

“You want him to fuck me first, Milt?”

“No,” Ken groaned. “Suck me off just once. Put my cock in your hot mouth and suck the cum out of me. I promise I’ll fuck you for a whole hour if you do.”

“Later,” she whispered. “I’ll drain you dry, but later.”

She lay down on the bed and Milt harshly insisted that Ken suck her pussy a little first to make sure that he didn’t look down on Nancy.

Ken willingly obeyed.

Moving his head forward, Ken snaked out his tongue and ran it through her pussy hair, seeking her swollen clit. Nancy jerked spasmodically each time the tip of his tongue scraped over her clit and he thrust her cunt forward to him. He licked harder.

“Oh, yes, that’s it. There. There, Ken. Oouuuu! Lick it slowly! Stick your tongue way up deep and then lick it out slowly until you reach my cunt. Ummmmm! Yes! Yes! Like that! Ohhhhh… that’s so good!”

Her cunt tasted the same as any other woman’s, Ken thought. Maybe it is the same. Hell, who gives a shit, his mind raved.

Spreading her legs wide, she lifted one and let it rest on his shoulder. Her cunt was opened wider. Ken drove his face into the wet opening. His tongue licked and sucked in her narrow hole and Nancy threw her head back and groaned.

“Oh, Ken, lick faster. I… I think I’m going to come already! Lick my clit… suck on it… hard. HARD… HARDER! OHHHHH!”

Ken sucked her swollen bud into his mouth and pulled at it as hard as he could. With the tip of his tongue, he raked back and forth across it over and over again. Reaching up, he rammed three fingers of his hand into her slit and fucked ardently in and out.

“Oh, Ken… Milt!” she sang out. “I’m commmmminnnnngg!”

Nancy ground her cunt into his face as hard as she could. He in return sucked and sipped at her cunt with renewed gusto. In his hand his cock throbbed with cum and he knew before he was finished Nancy would suck every drop of it out of his shaft, squeezing his balls all the while. He licked her cunt hard, ramming his fingers faster into her pussy.

To his surprise, she came. Or it seemed like she came. Once again, he couldn’t be bothered.

“Suck me now! Oh, shit, suck my cock now!” he cried, standing and waving his throbbing prick toward her lips.

She took his meat in both her hands and began to lick the swollen head. Kea shuddered and begged her to go on.

Nancy moved closer and, hovering directly over it, she opened her mouth and sucked in the head. He groaned louder and gripped the edges of the bed.

“More, more! Suck me good, Nancy!” Ken begged.

“You like this?” Nancy teased, running her tongue up the long shaft and then bobbing the tip around in the gland opening, while at the same time pumping his shaft up and down with her hands.

He could only groan and grip the bed all that much harder. He thrust his hips up at her and the head slipped between her waiting lips.

“Suck me! Suck me good, dammit! Suck the cum out of my balls!”

Soon Nancy’s head was bobbing up and down furiously. She allowed as much of his big cock to go in as she could take. Ken was soon thrashing and pounding on the bed in agonizing ecstasy. He pleaded with her incoherently to blow his cock.

“You ready to come now?” she asked.

“Yes! Oh, God, yes!” Ken growled.

“Then ass-fuck me!” she cried, rolling back onto the bed and lifting her splayed hips high.

He stared down at her asshole. It looked as big as her cunt, maybe bigger. He would rather come in her mouth but, to Ken, fucking was fucking.

“Come! Fuck me with that cock of yours! Ram it into my ass, hard, as hard as you can! Fuck me, Ken!” Nancy cried.

His puffy prick bounced in front of him, the head angry and red, his heavy balls sagging beneath him. The rigid curve was aimed at her widely spread legs. Her asshole gaped open, the quivering membranes wafting an invitation to him. Nancy, her head raised, eyes closed into slits, arms outstretched, pleaded with him to hurry.

The bed shifted noisily as Ken lowered his immense bulk quickly onto it. He mounted between her legs, lifting her ankles around his neck. Moving forward, he reached down and guided his cock to her bubbling rear hole. She gasped as she felt his huge cock begin to penetrate her.

“Now… NOW!” she cried. “All of it. Pound my asshole!”

He lunged and every inch of the long nine inches Ken possessed rammed into her.

She lifted her ass willingly and felt him thrust forward again. Half his long shaft sank into her tight depths and she moaned with joy. He pulled back, making a sucking sound as his big cock moved around in her hot channel, then rammed forward again. This time almost the entire prick speared its way into her.

Tightening, Nancy held Ken close and forced herself not to cry out. She knew that once she became used to having sucked a huge cock in her ass, it wouldn’t be uncomfortable. But in the beginning it was always difficult. Ken backed out again.

Nancy’s legs were high, with her knees around his head so her asshole was pointed practically straight up toward his plunging rod. Ken had driven into her in a push-up fashion. He ground his hips in a circular motion as he drove in and out of her cock-milking asshole.

Each lunge was harder than the last, until Ken was fucking her exactly as he would any other woman.

And Nancy loved it, just like any other woman. She would tense, moan, and shove herself at him, making her bung-hole contract around his cock and milk it with glee.

“Talk to me, Ken,” she gasped.

“Huh… wha… what,” Ken panted, lost in a mind-boggling swirl of sexual intensity.

“Tell me… tell me,” she gasped, “what a woman I am!”

“Yes, yes, you’re a woman!”

“Talk to me! Tell me how it feels to you. Does your cock feel good? Can you feel me milking your cock? Talk to me, Ken, while you make me come! Fuck me, Ken! Fuck me real hard and deep!”

Ken continued his even pace, grinning down at her. His face was damp with perspiration and his breathing was difficult. Grinding his hips into her as he rammed forward, he spoke to her.

“It feels good, Nancy,” he panted. “Damn, you got the greatest ass in the world! Yeah. Yeah, I can feel you milking me. It’s almost like you were sucking me. Jesus, but I want to come in your asshole! You got a real sweet one! It’s so tight! I love to put my pole in it!”

He was at a peak of sexual excitement, and then he came, filling her asshole with searing cum before collapsing in exhaustion.

Milt looked over at Ken, smiling, and Ken knew he had won the contract.

Once it was established that Lisa was positive about her actions and was determined to leave Ken, Connie asked her what she intended to do, what she wanted for the rest of her life.

“I want the two of you. I want to love both of you and fuck you forever,” Lisa replied. “I want all the fun out of sex I used to have before I married Ken. I want crazy sex games. Oh, Connie… Ben, I want everything!”

Connie looked at the man beside her and smiled. “Think you can handle that, honey?”

Ben smiled and replied, “Did you ever see a time I couldn’t, baby?” Then he grasped his cock and pointed it at Lisa. “Come and get it, honey.”

With hair flying and big tits bouncing, Lisa jumped into the bed between them, giggling.

“Ummmm, nice cock… big beautiful prick,” she crooned, sliding her hand over the domed head of his meat and curling her fingers around the staff. It was already two-thirds erect. Her pawing hand, pistoning up and down, took care of the other third.

Lisa continued to pound Ben’s meat with her hand as she kissed Connie, who now squatted on his other side. Connie returned her kiss, giving her a mouthful of tongue.

Connie’s hands gripped her head, bringing it to her body. Lisa shuddered as she rubbed Ben’s enormous tool between her own tits while she licked Connie’s heaving globes. Over and around the woman’s tits went Lisa’s hot tongue. They were sleek and shiny with the sweat from her and Ben’s recent sexual exertions. Lisa lapped the perspiration from Connie’s tits and belly as if it were milk and she were a starving kitten.

Lisa was slurping down Connie’s belly and into her navel. Then she shifted her attack to Ben’s cock and balls. Me reached down and grasped two handfuls of jet black hair, one on either side of her face. He pulled. Her head came up a lithe and her eyes looked questioningly at him.

“Open.”

She smiled, then made an oval of her lips. He pulled at her hair and pushed with his pelvis and watched his cock run into her face. He felt teeth, and winced. She opened wider. Then he lunged, gagging her by bouncing his blood-gorged glans off the back of her throat.

She coughed and swallowed repeatedly when he backed his enormous prick out of her mouth. Then she looked adoringly up at him, the length of his body.

“What next, darling?”

“You really like games… all kinds of games?” he asked, his eyes darting from Lisa to Connie and back again.

“That’s what I’m here for,” Lisa answered.

“Stand up.”

“But…”

“You asked what next. I said stand up.”

Lisa stood, her tits dancing and flopping and swinging back and forth. She looked down at him. He drew up his legs, then slid them between her feet.

“Open up.”

Lisa widened her legs. He moved his apart and told her again. She planted her feet farther apart and he propped them there with his.

“Open up,” he said again.

“Oh, darling… I’ll fall!”

“Open it up with your hands, then. I can’t see a damn thing but cunt hair.”

Lisa smiled a little and instantly her breasts slapped and bulged together again as she swung both hands in to her black bush. Palms in, she placed her fingertips in the center of her glossy black cunt-fur. With a sexy little half-smile on her face, she stared at him and started opening herself up.

Ben lay there, looking up to watch the pink crease appear. It widened. Slick-looking pink lips. She opened herself wider with a little sigh. He saw the inner lips, darker, ragged, and she pulled a little more and they popped wetly apart to let him see the small dark hole between them, like a tunnel into darkness framed by her cuntal flesh.

“Keep it open,” he told her, “while you run a finger in.”

She did exactly that, and her belly jumped as her finger slid in and up to her snatch.

Ben put his feet together. “Be careful now,” he said. “And squat.”

She moved her legs together, just a little. Then she bent her knees. She leaned a little forward to balance herself as she came down.

“Stop. Hold your pussy open with both hands.”

“Ohhhhhhhh, God,” she sighed in a tiny, throaty voice. “I love it!” She propped her cunt open with both hands, again showing him both sets of lips and the dark hole into her womb. Then she came down. Into a crouch, legs apart and knees bent and thighs and calves bulging as their backs came together.

“Forward just a little, Lisa,” Ben told her, and she did, big dark-tipped breasts joggling, and then she grunted. Her hands were holding her cunt lips wide open. The stretched lips slid down over his toes. He didn’t move his foot. He just told her to come on down.

His foot flipped up into her cunt. She groaned again. Lisa gasped and sighed, twisting her head. Her hands released her vulva to let the strongly muscular lips snap around his foot like a big rubber band. He worked his leg, just a little, so that his foot moved an inch or two left and then an inch or two right. She didn’t have that kind of room inside, and she moaned and wobbled back and forth, trembling all over with strain.

Then it was good, it was wonderful. His whole foot was up her cunt.

“Oh, yes… yes… yessss!” Lisa screamed. “Fuck me… foot-fuck meeeee!”

Ben smiled and pulled Connie over until her thighs straddled his meat. “Take it baby,” he said. “We’re home free after all.”

Connie knew what he meant as she felt his big whang slide up into her honey-coated cunt. She started bouncing on his cock as Lisa pounded her cunt over his foot.

“Lisa?” she gasped.

“Yea… yessss?”

“Do you think Ken will get that contract? I mean, you’re still married to him. And even though you live with us, you’re going to be a rich woman.”

“He’ll get it, I suppose,” Lisa said. “He’ll find a way, somehow. He always does.”

“Good,” Connie said, looking down at Ben and smiling.

He smiled back.

They communicated with their eyes. They didn’t have to use words. They wouldn’t have to hustle any more, either of them. And if Ken didn’t give Lisa enough to keep all three of them in clover all the time, they could just set up an expensive trick or two for Lisa to turn. With her body, she could bring a lot in.

What the hell, she had done practically the same thing for Ken. Why shouldn’t she do it for Connie and Ben, who loved her so much?

Yes, they both thought, it was going to be the best of all worlds.