Driven To Desperation Ch. 04

What was happening to me when Headless was not present during our sessions was beginning to alarm me. It was pretty much like what had happened when Ann wanted to make it in the car some time ago. In the beginning, I would just close my eyes and think about either that big, black prick from Ann's magazine; later, I would conjure up the image of her straddling the portrait and working me up with her mouth. As the days went by, just images were not helping. I visited Dr. Rao at the behest of my brother-in-law to whom I confided that I wasn't able to attain an erection any more. My sister's husband was a year younger than me but by his own admission (and some feedback I received from Ann after her intimate talks with my sister) he was a sex maniac. More than once, Ann had revealed to me that my sister jokingly complained to her that Jai always seemed to be in a perpetual state of sexual excitement. "I think you gotta see a shrink, Ash," Jai told me one day. Dr. Rao was a thin bearded fellow, short and kind of weird looking. He began by telling me that it was more in the mind than in the body after conducting a series of physical check-ups, which cost me upward of three grand. Of course, I never revealed about Headless to anyone. It was our secret and only Vera was the one outsider who knew about it. "Do you or did you have any other sexual activities with anybody else but your wife?" he asked me one day. I wasn't about to say yes, because that would involve revealing that I did have sexual relationships, or an extra marital affair, with another woman, namely Vera, in the presence of my wife. That would have shocked the hell out of the staid weirdo! "Why?" I had counter questioned. "Well, I wanted to know if you experienced the same thing with another woman as well." That set me thinking. Would I feel the same way if I were making it with another woman? Would variety spice me up? I had been performing quite well with Vera; but that was when we were doing it with Ann and Headless. Could I keep up my performance with just Vera and no Ann or Headless around? Was Ann getting to be too familiar? I didn't think so. Ann was definitely everyman's dream woman. I should know better because I had seen the various glances that she attracted from a variety of guys. Even the three blokes who worked for me in the office sometimes looked at her in a way that wasn't exactly platonic or brotherly. I decided to try out for myself. I already had a couple of candidates whom I thought would be more than willing to get into my pants. One of course was Vera and the other was Meghana, my steno at the office. I could have had Vera all by myself very easily. But, I didn't as yet want to take a chance because I wasn't sure what Ann would feel like if she would come to know. And come to know, she would. Vera wasn't that kind of a woman who would hold out secrets on Ann. Especially not after the affair we were having together. Meghana was different altogether. Meg was a girl barely out of her teens; she was twenty to be exact. I had hired her upon Ann's insistence. Meg was the younger sister of one of Ann's friends. I had noticed more than once the way Meg would look at me when she thought I wasn't aware of her. On more than a few occasions, she would approach my chair to ask for something which she would very well have asked either on the intercom or from behind the desk. During these times, she would get as close to me as possible; perhaps, brush her arms or breasts across my shoulders and lean down close to me. I had ignored all these come-on tactics mainly because I am crazily in love with Ann and I didn't want to create any problems between us. But all that was past and gone. Now I had a new Ann. And a new problem. I began to look at Meg in a different way. She was a nice girl; a bit too young for me. But what the hell! My wife too was when I had married her. It was on a day that Ann planned to go to Vera's for the weekend that I planned my move. Making sure that I had a lot of work to finish (I really had), I told Ann I couldn't accompany her. "Besides, you are going out for what I presume would be an all-girl party," I told her. "I was thinking that maybe you and Headless also accompany," she had replied with a twinkle in her eyes. I almost succumbed. I sent out the three guys for supervision at a remote site with enough work so they wouldn't return for at least a couple of days and I had requested Meg to come to the office earlier than usual. For the first couple of hours, I really got down to work. I mean there was plenty of it pending what with Ann and Vera taking up most of my time for our crazy rendezvous along with Headless. When we broke off for lunch, we headed to the room in Ann's office. We opened our lunch boxes and sat opposite each other on the table. From time to time, I stole glances at her. She was wearing a knee length skirt that had a broad black belt at the waist. A dark red blouse that was tucked into it was tight enough to emphasize her curves. She didn't have breasts the size of Ann or Vera's. Hers were pert though, and very, very firm. The blouse was thin enough for me to realize that she wasn't wearing a bra and flimsy enough for the material to sag down with the weight, revealing her cleavage whenever she bent. It was amazing how much of a breast man I had become and I guess, that was since that day Ann had asked me to slide my prick between hers on that night we had oiled each other. These days, I was obsessed with breasts. "That's one hell of a dress you are wearing today, Meg," I casually remarked after we had finished our lunch and were seated on the table. I was smoking and pretended to be quite casual about my words. "You like it?" she asked earnestly. "My mom says it's a bit too tight." "Well, for a girl like you, that shouldn't be a problem. Tight dresses look good on girls like you." She giggled. "And what kind of a girl am I?" "You know. You are young and attractive. These kind of dresses emphasize that, huh?" I grinned. "Emphasize what, Ash?" she looked at me mischievously. I decided to go for broke. Boldly, I answered her question. "Why, Meg, I thought you knew. They emphasize your tits." She blushed and was flustered. I guess she had never expected me to be so casual about it and so forthcoming. She managed to smile at me. "You like them?" "A guy would be crazy if he didn't." I replied, excited now that I could feel the faint stirring between my legs. Was it working, I thought? She opened her mouth to say something, and hesitated. "You wanted to ask me something?" "W-well...I, huh, I just wanted to ask you if you'd really want to see them," she blurted. I grinned at her, crushing the cigarette butt in the ashtray. "Why, Meg. Sure. Not only just see them, maybe I'd want to feel them, too." She smiled suddenly, all traces of hesitation gone. She rose from the chair; "Lets just make sure no one disturbs us when you check these out." She skipped out of the room. I knew she was going to lock the office. I had an erection! Perhaps the knowledge that I was going to see Meg naked had spurned me on and set the blood pumping to my prick. I pushed back the chair and spread my legs wide apart, partly to ease the pressure between my legs inside the jeans and partly because I wanted her to see the bulge there. In fact, the bulge was so apparent that when she returned, her eyes widened at the sight of it. I saw her tongue flicking over her lips. "Wow!" she breathed. Dumbly, she raised her hands, standing there barely a couple of feet away from me, and pulled down the straps of her blouse. Of course, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her firm breasts sprang out. They were, as I said before, not as large as Ann's, just about medium, but boy, they were firm! They didn't even move when she pulled her hands out of the strap so that the blouse lay over her back. Slowly, she walked to me. "Okay?" she asked, striking a pose by resting her hands on her hips. Casually I reached out and took both her breasts in my hands. I cupped them, testing their weight and feeling their softness. "Great," I replied hoarsely. Her eyes closed and a gasp escaped her lips when I squeezed them slowly. "Hmmm...I like that," she murmured when I rubbed her nipples gently with the flat of my palms. She threw her head back when I steadily began to knead her breasts. She walked closer to me till my face was pressing against her belly just above the waistband of her skirt. She bent down slightly and immediately, I put my mouth over one breast, fondling the other. "Oh god, Ash, suck it, oh god, yes, suck it like that." This girl was one hot number, I guessed. I opened my mouth wide and slid in as much of her breast as I possibly could. I sucked hard on it. I felt her hands fumble with my belt. She was so excited she couldn't unbuckle the belt. I pushed her away and rose, rapidly unbuckling my belt and pushing down my jeans to the floor. Her eyes were riveted on the bulge in my shorts as I backed her against the table till she was half-lying on it. I pressed against her and leaning over her body, I kissed her mouth, pushing my tongue between her lips. She moaned as she began to suck on my tongue and gasped again when I now began to mash her breasts with my hands. Her legs drifted apart and her skirt slid back to reveal her red panties. I slipped one hand down and cupped her crotch right over her panties and she moaned. She draped one arm around my shoulder and slid the other down over my shirt and right through the top of my shorts. I groaned when I felt her hand wrap around my straining prick. I straightened myself, bringing her up along with me, still shoving my tongue in and out of her mouth. One hand pinching her nipple and the other rubbing her crotch, I glanced below to watch her hand sliding up and down my prick that was poking out from the top of my shorts. She withdrew her hands and yanked my shorts down over my hips where they stayed around my knees. Now, she brought both her hands to my prick and jerked off the shaft with one fist and fondled my balls with the fingers of her other hand. I was concentrating on keeping my prick erect. Triumphantly, I thought I wouldn't need too ? her hands ensured that the shaft remained rigid. I imitated her. I pulled her skirt up to her waist and then pushed her panties down. Once they were below her hips, all she had to do was wriggle her buttocks so that the panties lay in a puddle on the floor. Then, I pushed her back so that she was lying half on the table and bent down, deciding to devote my attention to her young breasts. I sucked one, and then the other. "Oh god, Ash, oh yes, lick my nipples, please lick them!" I did. I first licked the erect nipple with the tip of my tongue feeling her writhing under me. "Lick them, damn it!" she gasped, pushing her breast towards me. I let the flat of my tongue rove all over the flesh. I felt her breast getting wet with my saliva and her nipple hardened even more than before. "The other one," she begged and I repeated the whole procedure on her other breast while fondling and pinching the one I'd just licked. When I covered her naked pussy with my palm, she shuddered. And, when I began to rub her pussy lips with my fingers she almost went crazy. The movement of her fist on my prick became faster and she was smothering the top of my head with kisses. "Wait, please, wait," she said, pushing me away. Now what? I got an answer immediately as she knelt on the floor, her weight supported by her toes. Her head was below the level of the top of the table and I grunted aloud when she slipped my prick in her hot mouth. My god! Up until now, I hadn't believed that little Meg would be able to do all these things. I mean there are many girls whom you believe wouldn't do things like sucking on a prick when you look at them. Meg was one such girl. Her innocent looking face belied such actions on her part. But she sucked me with an expertise that was equal to Ann and Vera. She didn't waste time licking up the shaft; she straightaway slipped the length of my prick inside her mouth. Of course, she couldn't take the whole thing inside, but the three or so inches that she took, fitted her mouth well enough for her to begin bobbing her head up and down. I reached down and massaged her breasts as she pushed my shorts down to the floor. She grabbed the back of my buttocks and pushed me closer towards her face. Gently, I began to move my hips to and fro. Though she was kneeling down, her knees were still wide apart. I pushed one toe towards her pussy and heard her moan as I hit pay dirt. My toe encountered her wet pussy and I rubbed it over her protruding clit. She had a large clitoris and it was erect. She pushed me away, now licking the wet shaft with little jabs of her tongue. "Mmmm, you taste so good, so salty, Ummmm, I love your cock, oh yes, mmmmm..." So, she was a talker. I was surprised that this was the same Meg who had been sitting in my office for so long now. The demure Meg, whose cheek dimpled when she smiled. She pushed my prick back against my belly and licked the underside; then, she was bending it down so she could run her tongue over the top. I began to pinch her nipples and roll them between thumb and forefinger till she was squirming. She rose suddenly and hopped onto the table. She put her arms around my shoulders and looking into my eyes, whispered, "Please, fuck me, Ash, give me your cock, I've been waiting for so long now." I pushed her gently till she was lying on her back on the table. She immediately spread her legs apart and I glanced down to look at her pussy. The opening was wide and inviting. I walked up to her and directed my prick into her opening. She moaned when I entered to the hilt and then clamped her legs around my waist as I began to move in and out of her. "Oh yessss," she hissed, breathing through her open mouth. I seized the opportunity by bending down and planting my open mouth against hers. I could taste myself on her lips and in her mouth as I slid my tongue in. She sucked on my tongue. Her pussy was tight, very tight. I recalled the first time I had put my prick in Ann. Meg was tighter more than Ann was when I had popped my wife's cherry. And Meg was no virgin. My shaft felt like it was gripped in a vice and I thought I would burst. So, I slowed down. And, that's where I think I made the mistake. All of a sudden, I felt my shaft going slack. Not to a very great degree, but it wasn't as hard as it had been moments ago. Desperately, I shoved hard into her, as if the act itself might help my shaft regain it's original hardness, but no, it slowly began to soften. I pulled my lips away from hers and suddenly stuck a couple of my fingers inside her mouth. She began to suck them earnestly. I noticed that she had closed her eyes and her nostrils were flared. That helped a bit. I mean the sight of her sucking my fingers was helping me, though not much. Suddenly, I had an inspiration. Bending down over her so that her face was buried in my chest, I fumbled for the side table where I had kept a magazine. She didn't realize it (and never did) when I frantically opened the glossy. The picture instantly brought the blood racing back to my shaft and this time I began to move inside her so fast, she whimpered. She began to move back against me, still sucking my fingers. She matched me stroke for stroke. It was only after she suddenly went rigid, pulled my fingers out of her mouth and started to wail, that I hastily stuffed the magazine back into the side table. I pulled out my prick when I came, letting my semen spray over her belly. I clutched her breasts and she jerked my shaft furiously till I was empty. "Oh god," she breathed, her chest heaving, "that was great!" What she didn't know was what I had to do to make it great. I realized that I was hooked. The picture that had helped me was of a big-breasted brunette taking on a bunch of guys on a sailboat. One guy was behind her, his shaft inside her pussy, another was in front of her, his dick inside her mouth and she was holding on to two other shafts by her hands. I was lost! I had become a weirdo. ****** Ann and me were sharing Headless every time that we wanted to make it. I suppose she was as addicted to that dildo as I was. And that was why I decided to question her about it. We had just finished a marathon with Headless that night and were lying on the bed, Headless resting against the wall. "Can I ask you a question, Ann?" "You already are," she giggled, curling up to me, throwing one naked leg over my hips. She pressed her breasts against my arms and casually took my flaccid prick in her hand. "What is it that you really like about Headless?" I blurted out. She caressed my prick and thought about it. Ann was always like that. She never answered any questions instinctively. She needed space, and time. "Above every thing, I adore his cock!" she laughed. She never addressed the portrait as "it". It was always "him" just as the dildo was always "cock". "That fucker doesn't have a life!" I joked. "As long as I have this live one," here, she tugged at my prick, "do I really need that to be a live one?" I hesitated a bit, and then blurted out, "Do you at any times fantasize that Headless is a real guy?" Her hand on my prick sort of froze and I held my breath wondering if I had gone too far. Finally, she answered, "Do you?" I managed to laugh. "Look, Ann, I don't require a prick. I'm happy with your pussy." "I mean, does that cock not give you a charge? Like, I know that the sight of me working on that cock really gets you all charged up." "You are avoiding my question," I protested. "I will answer that if you answer mine." I paused. "Okay, fair enough, Ann. Yes. It kind of turns me on when I see you stuffing that cock up your pussy when you are playing around with mine. For that matter, I go wild when I see Vera and you making it out when I am around." "Well," she said after thinking for some time. "I admit that very often I do fantasize about Headless having a real life cock." "And," I asked, my heart hammering wildly now, and feeling my prick twitching in her hand, "whose cock do you, think is it?" This time she didn't hesitate. Manipulating herself so that she was lying half on top of me, she wrapped a fist around my prick, pressing her ample breasts against my chest. "I know who you had in mind when you did Headless." I felt a chill run up my spine. "Y-you do?" I stammered. Her hair surrounded my face as she lowered her lips and fastened her mouth on mine. I put my arms around her, pressing her closer to me (if that was possible) loving the feel of her breasts against my naked chest. She pulled back and looked at me from under her lashes for a long time, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She leaned down again and put her mouth close to my ears. She told me who she knew that Headless was when I did him. And she was right! I hadn't realized that it was so apparent. Or, that I was such a damn good painter. ****** My sister's name is Raveena. She is five years younger than me. A long time ago, when she was about twenty, she fell for a stupid mutt head. A year after she had begun to see him (she was doing her arts then) he dumped her. Knowing her as I do, I was (and still am) pretty sure that she did not go too far with that bloke; maybe a few kisses, a few innocent gropes. Our parents had to relocate to another hick city for Dad to complete one of his projects there. I stayed back, still doing my graduation. She had to accompany them to that hick city. When she was there, a brother of her close friend she had made in the city fell for her; hook, line and sinker. She was fortunate, because she ended up marrying him. Madan is a year younger than me. He is an engineer and, when my sister married him, we had a kind of a genius in the family. He seemed to know practically everything that there was to be known during the various discussions we would have whenever we met. I recall that time when Ann had first called me on my phone from her studio and asked to join her; the first time that we did it in her studio after going through the glossy magazines that Vera had sent to her. I had pretended to take Madan's call when she was talking to me and telling me to "come on over, right now". That had been for the benefit of my staff that was sitting around my table that day. When I had made the portrait, for some strange reason, which I hadn't fathomed that day, I had drawn inspiration from Madan's looks. Not that he was very handsome or for that matter neither was it because he was well built. On the contrary, he was a tall and very slim guy; it was only when he spoke that one realized his positive side. I remember one occasion when the two of us got pretty sizzled and did some serious confessing. The subject had got around to sex, inevitably, and we had told each other how we did it with our respective wives. He had seemed to be quite excited when I had revealed to him that Ann liked it when I would put my prick between her breasts. Afterwards, I had noticed him look at Ann's breasts on quite a few occasions. Maybe that was why I had chosen him to be my anonymous model when I did Headless. When Ann whispered to me that she knew the portrait was based on Madan, it didn't really shock me. It excited me. That she knew it was Madan (albeit, a headless one) got me extremely turned on. I realized now that I had all this time secretly fantasized that if Ann needed more sex, I would have preferred her to have it with him. Now that Ann had revealed to me that she suspected all this time that Headless was really Madan, I desperately wanted to involve him. The point was that I didn't want him to have Ann all on his own; I wanted to participate as well. And that thought sent my blood pumping to my prick. That night, I came no less than two times; once, inside Ann's pussy while she licked up Headless' prick, and then again in her mouth while she rode the fake prick. It was when we were lying beside each other after that when I softly said, "So, what say we get Madan instead of Headless?" This time she didn't hesitate. "Great!" ****** She wore a dress that Vera had gifted to her. It was a black one-piece job, reaching down to mid-thigh, held together by a pair of thin straps, way down the back to reveal her skin there and scooped into a deep V in front. She was wearing a half bra that could be seen clearly through the flimsy dress, and whenever she bent down (which she did too often) it seemed that her breasts would spill out. Madan was dressed in formal attire; woolen pants and a white silk shirt. I was in jeans and t-shirt, which is my normal dress code at home. My parents were staying over at our main house (these days they wanted to be on their own and we normally spent only our weekends with them). Our daughter had insisted she wanted to spend a few days with her grandparents, which was fine by us, considering what we had planned. He had been shell-shocked when I had told him what I had in mind. I had invited him over dinner the night before and after making sure that we both were quite high on the whisky, I had revealed to him my problem. I was looking at the whole thing as my problem. Maybe, even Ann's problem. Never as anything kinky or outrageously obscene. Half an hour of me explaining to him in detail about the whole thing (I even told him about Headless) and the guy was literally panting with excitement. Any man who wouldn't be excited about bedding my wife either had to be gay or abnormal. There were a few moments of uneasiness when he arrived for lunch the next day. Ann quickly and efficiently dispelled these. It was amazing to watch her take control of the situation and it suddenly dawned on me that I had always considered her to be mature way beyond her age. Madan was a sucker for booze and she made sure that she mixed a mean martini that afternoon. She was flushed with excitement, but pretended that there was nothing unusual that was going to happen. We had a great lunch and spoke about our jobs. Nothing in our conversation alluded to sex. At least, initially it went that way until finally an hour after lunch, she broke the ice. "So, Ash told you about Headless?" She threw the question to him out of nowhere and he was so stunned that for a moment he was speechless. But martini and the sight of an almost half naked Ann perked him up. He smiled. "I find it fascinating, Ann. Besides, I am flattered." The bloke was every inch the gentleman that I knew him to be. She looked at him for a long time. He was seated on a chair, opposite to the couch on which I was sitting with Ann. "Yes. Put your head above the portrait where the head should be, and the picture is you." He gave a short laugh. "I can't wait to see it." I was fighting hard to hide my erection inside my jeans and I knew he was feeling just as horny. "I said, the head," she murmured provocatively, and I knew it was about to come. "I don't understand." "We don't know whether his cock looks like yours, do we?" she butted brusquely. He flushed and covered up by tossing the remains of his drink in one swallow. "Well?" she insisted. "Well, what?" he inquired. "Show us your cock and I will tell you whether Headless is perfect." Slowly, almost deliberately, he put down his glass on the table between us. Leaning back into the chair, he calmly began to unbuckle his pants. His eyes held hers and a sort of a contorted look replaced the smile on his face; maybe that's the way he looked when he was super horny. He pushed his pants down to his hips after pulling the zip down. He was wearing blue underwear and there was a prominent bulge there. He reached inside his underwear and pulled out his erect prick. "Okay. See?" he asked her. It was a good prick; not as thick or long as Headless', but impressive all the same. He was of course, not circumcised. The veins were throbbing and the glans was swollen. From where I was sitting, I could clearly see the drops of pre-cum oozing out of the tip. We sat there; husband and wife, still clothed, watching him sprawled out on the chair, his tumescent prick jutting out of his fly. He made no attempt to touch it, nor did he try to expose his scrotum. It was just his prick outside his pants. I felt my own prick stirring inside my pants. I knew it was the anticipation of watching Ann make it out for the first time with another man and that too in my presence that was turning me on. I felt a strange kind of triumph inside me; I knew that it could just about signal the end of that damned Headless. My excitement was doubled when I glanced at Ann. She was leaning forward, her eyes fixed on his thrusting dick, her huge chest heaving with excitement. I wanted to rip out my clothes and yell for him to take my wife. But I held on because I wanted to feel the excitement reach its peak. And there was only one way it could. Ann had to make the first move. I had to watch her with him and I knew I would attain salvation. Finally, almost deliberately, she reached out and wrapped a fist around his prick. He groaned as her fingers closed around his throbbing shaft. "Ahh," she whispered, leaning further towards him. "It's warmer and so fleshy and alive!" He gurgled. "Oh yessss. Your hand feels so good and hot" She reached out her other hand to pull out and then fondle his testicles. "Your balls are full and heavy," she told him. They were. His eyes were fixed to where half of her breasts were hanging down, exposing her ample cleavage. I knew what he was thinking. As she slowly started to jerk his shaft to and fro, his hands slid down and almost uncontrollably, reached out for her breasts. She did not move and let him squeeze her breasts through the dress and her half bra. Squeezed? Hell, he was mauling them, a contorted look on his face. "Nice," she commented, amazing me with the control she was imposing on herself. "Very, very nice. Lovely cock you have, Madan." "I got to have a look at your tits, Anita," he groaned. "Headless tastes almost plastic," she said conversationally. "Wonder how your cock tastes." His prick twitched in her hands when she said that. "You do that and I know I will come inside of five seconds." She weighed his balls. "I know. But you have a bagful of juice inside this and it won't matter. There will be plenty more." She pushed the table aside. She was a strong girl, my wife. Almost immediately after the table was no longer obstructing her, she slipped down from the couch and knelt on the floor between his legs. I craned my neck, afraid that I would come in my jeans, and watched her drawing close to his prick. She brought it to her nose and inhaled. "Ahh," she whispered, "you smell so good. Not like Headless." "Oh god," he grunted, his buttocks sliding forward, "don't tease me. Just take my cock in your mouth." She looked up at him and smiled. "I thought you said you would come in less than five seconds if I do that." "And you said it wouldn't matter because there's still plenty more of it," he muttered hoarsely. He was sweating. I could detect the sheen of sweat on his forehead and his cheeks. She looked down at his prick that she held in her fist. Then, she bent down, her mouth opening wide. "Ugghhh..." he groaned as she slipped his length inside her mouth. Not just the head, but also the entire length. His eyes bulged as he stared down at her lips surrounding his shaft. He gave a strangled cry and thrust his hands inside her dress from the top. I saw the billowing movements of his hands inside her dress as he began to savagely knead her breasts. Very gently, my wife began to bob her head up and down over his prick. I could see his shaft beginning to get wet with her saliva, which meant she was giving him a lot of her tongue. The poor guy almost went berserk. His buttocks came half way up the chair as he jammed his prick inside her mouth. He didn't come right away and I knew that she was using her expertise to hold him in check. She had a way with that. Using her hands and her mouth, she had this technique of managing to keep my prick half hard and then completely hard. She used to do that very often to me in the beginning before I got affected by Headless. Her hands grabbed his hips and she sucked him in and out of her mouth some more. I had had enough. I rose from the couch, unzipping my jeans and pulling out my hard prick. It was rock hard and I was thrilled. I reached down and hauled the lower part of her body up towards me. This way, she was bent over, practically on her fours. Quickly, I pulled her dress up over her thighs till her itsy bitsy panties were revealed. I did not want to disturb her, so I merely slid the crotch of her panties aside, exposing her shaven pussy. Looking sown to watch her lips slide up and down his shaft, I pried her pussy lips apart. My prick was so hard I didn't have to guide it inside her. I just took one step forward and voila! I was buried deep inside her hot and wet pussy. "Hold still, honey," I croaked out, "I'm going to fuck you now. You don't have to move your face to suck his cock. Let me do the moving." She always obeyed me, I guess. When I jammed my prick inside her pussy, I drove her forward so that his prick disappeared inside her mouth. I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me when I drew my prick out of her. This had the effect of her lips sliding back over his shaft. As I began to move in and out of her pussy, I watched him pushing the top of her dress down over her back. He reached inside her tiny bra and hauled out her breasts. "Oh god, they are so big!" he moaned. I felt her shiver when his hands clasped her naked breasts and begin to knead the flesh. She was making a slurping noise as she sucked him and my hips were slapping her buttocks as I shoved in and out of her. "I-I am g-going to come," he said through clenched teeth, his hips beginning to move on their own volition. She pulled him out of her mouth. "I want to see your spunk flying out of your cock and over my face," she murmured. That just about did it for him. He allowed her to jerk his shaft, his hands going crazy on her breasts. "Oh god, yes, yes, faster, Anita, faster, yes, like that, oh my god, I'm gonna come, oh yes, oh yes." Her fist was a blur as she expertly jerked him off, her face scant inches away from the purple and swollen head. Her eyes were fixed on his prick and she was pushing herself back into me as I thrust faster and harder and deeper. Suddenly, he roared like a wounded animal. I watched as the sperm flew out of his prick. She flinched when the first salvo hit her squarely on her nose, and then, tried to steady her head and direct his eruption over her lips and cheeks. He came in abundance. He smeared the whole of her face with his juices. There was even some which drenched her hair and her ears. She managed to catch some of it in her mouth. I slammed into her when I felt her shuddering. I knew she was coming and it wasn't just because of my prick plunging inside her pussy. It was the sight of his erupting prick and the feel of his juices that were bringing her to her climax. I felt my own seed beginning to boil over and rising to the tip of my prick. I pulled it outside her pussy and physically spun her around. She sprawled onto the floor on her back. I straddled her and sat lightly on her breasts. She watched me as I began to jerk my prick savagely. It was about an inch off her lips when cried out and shot out my juices. She raised her head and took me in her mouth, swallowing as much as she could. I looked down and saw some of the milky fluid leaking out from the corner of her mouth. I slumped down over her and holding my prick in my hand used it as a paintbrush to rub the juice over her lips and then finally slipping it back into her come-filled mouth. I glanced back and there was Madan, a look of absolute bliss on his face. He was out of that chair and was kneeling by her side, just beside me, rubbing his flaccid prick over her belly, just on top of her pussy. After a very, very long time, I was the guy who came last! After that afternoon, all hell broke loose. We went crazy, I suppose, trying to take our sex life up into a plane that we never knew existed. There was one thing that I was pretty adamant about. I silently made it clear to Ann and Madan that it was my prerogative to have her pussy. I began to realize now how much I enjoyed with my prick drilling her pussy for long periods without the fear of either losing my erection or not being able to get it up. As long as I could watch Madan doing those crazy things with her, I could do it like a porn star. Another thing I had no intention of allowing was the two of them to do it without my presence. Using her cleavage to get his rocks off particularly fascinated him. I recall that afternoon after all of us had our first orgasm together and had subsequently refreshed ourselves with a long shower in the bathroom. She insisted that we shower together and we had agreed. It was difficult to believe that we had climaxed less than fifteen minutes earlier, because after we trooped, buck-naked into the bathroom, and shared the shower, we began to get aroused again. We soaped her together; he beginning from her face and me from her legs. She just stood there, hands hanging limply by her sides, sighing and moaning and wriggling as we caressed her body with our soapy hands. He sucked her breasts making her moan, and I sucked her pussy making her moan too. The soap spread across her breasts. She lay down, gripping her breasts and allowing him to insert his throbbing prick between them. And sure I sank down and sucked her pussy, making her moan. She wriggled and shuddered. I poked my tongue in her pussy and watched Madan move to and fro between her breasts. I was excited at the sight of Madan pumping Ann's breast. So excited, that I erected and plunged my prick into Ann's pussy. It was incredible. Watching Madan do Ann's breast, excited me; and I pumped in Ann harder and faster. It was amazing; I was erect and I didn't come soon. Perhaps, it was Madan sliding his prick between Ann's large breasts. Ann clasped her breasts together catching hold of Madan's prick. She moaned and wriggled and I got excited as I drilled my prick in her pussy. It felt hot and wet; after a long time. In fact, it was with Vera that Ann was hot. "Fuck my tits, Madan." she told him. That excited me again. I plunged and pumped in her pussy. I grasped her hips and then her buttocks. I wanted to touch her everywhere. "Ash," she said, "What about fucking my tits together?" "How do you do it?" You stand in front of me and Madan straddles me from behind. Of course, your cocks are going to touch each other>" Ash was excited and so was Madan. Ann had huge breasts and it was easy fitting their pricks between them. She lay on the floor and Ash straddled her chest from the front. Madan's eyes were delighted as he inserted his prick between her breasts. He could feel Ashish's prick and he wasn't embarrassed. Neither was Ashish. "Don't you feel great touching your cocks between my tits?" "It's fantastic," Madan said. Ash slid forward and put his prick in her mouth and she started to suck it. She grabbed his balls and kneaded them. Madan was fascinated. He slid faster between her breasts. She stopped him. She used some saliva between her breasts a he was delighted. "Fuck my tits, Madan and fuck my cunt Ash." "OK, baby, here I fuck!" Ash started to move harder, deeper and faster and she was astonished, at his staying power. Meanwhile, Madan was slipping his prick between her breasts; he had picked up speed now and was assisted by the fact that she held her breasts, squeezing them and making a cavern for him. A cleavage was more like it. Her breasts were enormous and his prick disappeared completely inside them. "Oh shit, look at that prick and those tits. Ever seen anything like that?" Ash asked. No," replied Madan. He hadn't seen such big breasts. "Oh god," he said, "I'm cumming!" "Splash her tits," laughed Ash. "What about you?" "I never come in her cunt. 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