Opening the Marriage (6 page)

Wow. How could I possibly top that?"

"Will you fuck me up the ass?" I begged
Rodney, who looked ready to come. He quickly replaced the
disappointment on his face, cuz he was "this" fucking close, and
meekly nodded his head. I felt like such a bully, making that poor
fucking linebacker tackle my tight end. "I've been working the
vibrators. I'm sure I can take you now."

"Oh, this I have to see," Cindy said.

I downed more tequila, then got on all fours
while he lubed up. Cindy got me started with my growing collection
of vibrators. The biggest one looked at least as large as Rodney,
and was even blacker. But nothing felt as good as the real deal.
Women will need men until they can grow their own penises.

I heard him reposition some cameras, then his
strong hand slapped my ass hard. "You sure about this?"

"Please punish me," I pleaded. "I've been a
bad girl, and I want to get worse. I need it to hurt. The more it
hurts, the less guilty I'll feel." Which turned out to be totally
untrue.

I'm sure several comments occurred to Rodney,
but he was wiser than his years. "Your punishment will be my
pleasure."

I felt the head of his monster look into my
butt hole and I knew I would get my wish. Despite all my
preparations, this would hurt. Bad. And I embraced the pain as his
head pushed my anal muscles aside and forced its way in.

"Cindy, I'm gonna need your pussy."

I sure liked people doing what I asked. Wish
my kids did the same. Cindy crawled under me in a 69 and spread her
legs wide. "I have the best seat in the house," I heard her
say.

Then Rodney slapped both ass cheeks to
distract me and forced his dick in. I screamed into Cindy's pussy.
Oh, this was going to hurt so good. Now he worked its way in
gradually, giving my a-hole time to adjust. I occupied myself by
attacking this delicious pussy, making no attempt at actually
making her cum. Several minutes later, I heard a deep voice
whisper, "I'll be damned."

It was in. I had a nine inch cock inside my
ass. And it hurt so fucking bad. It felt so different than up my
pussy or down my throat. My body is pretty narrow, so I had a small
booty. When I watched the video later, I thought it looked like a
baseball bat stabbing two cantaloupes. Cindy ran some commentary,
but I was too out of my mind to understand any of it. Except the
laughter. She found my ass-grilling hilarious.

He gripped my hips to keep my steady and
started fucking me in earnest. Oh, he gave me the punishment I so
richly deserved. He pulled almost all the way out, then shoved it
all the way in. I could feel the tip of his penis stab something
unyielding. He worked it harder and faster and instead of eating
Cindy's pussy, I basically just shoved my face in deeper. Lie to
me, Pinocchio, I thought to myself. Oh sweet Jesus, that big black
cock was murdering my ass. Unlike before, he was in no hurry to
finish. Bless him to hell. So he kept going, showing off his
endurance to drill me like I've never been drilled before.

The one thing you can count on is a man
cuming. They may cum too soon or too late, but they make sure they
cum. And, finally, so did Rodney. I felt his spunk flood my tunnel
and it fucking tickled. I didn't expect that. I could feel him reel
that monster in and knew he just caught a new fish story. Oh, the
boys would love this one! They may not believe it, but my ass would
become infamous.

Then a curious thing happened. I felt a
nimble tongue replace the giant cock. With a start I realized that
Cindy was licking the cum out of my asshole, and I fucking loved
it. It soothed my sore booty. I leaned up to let gravity help us
out and knew what I wanted to do next.

"I want a bunch of guys to cum inside you so
that I can suck their cum out."

"I sure hope you're talking to Cindy," Rodney
joked.

Cindy paused from eating me out to nod her
head. "You mind reader. I was thinking the same of you." She turned
to Rodney. "We're going to need a lot of guys."

"A lot!" Cindy emphasized.

"I'll see what I can do."

CHAPTER 7

I don't understand guys. Cindy and I were
eager to fuck a bunch of men, yet Rodney kept turning up empty day
after day. Even he was too busy to fuck me while Cindy had her
period. I hadn't realized how much I became used to cuming several
times a day. I got so desperate I tried beating off, learning that
masturbation offers relief, not satisfaction. I couldn't comprehend
how I used to go months without an orgasm -- fucking months! That
weekend, I almost fucked Jack. That's how bad I got. In fact, if I
knew he wouldn't give me some horrible disease, I would have. But
the thought of herpes or worse straight jacketed me. After fucking
dozens of women, I assumed Jack had something. If I wasn't getting
some on the side, I would be forced to divorce him, regardless of
how much I wanted my kids to have a two-parent home. Everyone needs
a stress-reducer. Mine was sex. Except now not even I could get
some. So I went jogging, sticking Jack with the babies. Fuck, I
jogged a lot that weekend.

The only thing that kept me sane was Cindy's
promise to fuck me Monday morning. I sat in front of the TV and
imagined her sweet pussy beckoned me, while Jack babbled about
work. When do dreams become fantasies? Because I had a recurring
dream of me eating her out after several guys fucked us both nearly
to death. That's what I wanted. That was the only thing that could
satiate the inner whore I unleashed. I needed a lot of men to fuck
me to beyond exhaustion. I told Rodney that, but he clearly didn't
believe me. Cindy had some gangbangs before, and told me how scary
they could be. Well, if the guys didn't get violent, I thought I
could handle anything. My fantasies kept adding more and more
men.

My transformation into a complete fucking
slut was nearly complete.

So it was so unfair for my lovers to make me
go an entire fucking week without getting off. What was typical a
year ago became intolerable now. It made me so bitchy. Now I could
relate to those women at the DMV.

On Monday morning I took the babies to my
mom's as soon as Jack left. At Rodney's request, she would take
care of them overnight. Cindy called and asked me to go with her to
the store. For some reason she wanted me to wear my highest high
heels, my "fuck me shoes." We had a few hours before Rodney could
come, so it seemed like a good way to kill some time before I got
the deep dicking I so badly needed. He swore he was lining up a
killer gangbang, but he had blown me off too many times for me to
get my hopes up.

She picked me up in her Ford Taurus and
looked to die for. She looked more expensive than her car. As for
me, I wore shorts so tight you could see my pussy lips and a skimpy
half-top that exposed my hard abs because, well, because I hated my
fucking neighbors. I gave her mouth some tongue and put her hand on
my pussy.

"Do you trust me?" she asked, looking me in
the eye.

WTF? "As much as I trust anyone."

"Then take one of these." She got out two
pills and a bottle of water. "Choose one and I'll take the other.
It will make the sex that much better."

"Is it addictive?" I asked.

"The sex may be, but not the pill."

Well, fuck! I didn't like drugs. I like to be
in control. Which is probably why I fantasized about being out of
control. I studied her closely, but sensed no danger. Shit. I
picked up one and she downed the other. After that we went to the
liquor store and bought some booze.

Then things went to hell.

As we walked back to her car, we passed a van
with a couple of guys checking us out in a way that made me very
nervous. They just gave off a very bad vibe. The bigger one said
hi, all friendly-like, and they made room for us. As Cindy led us
between them and the van, the van's sliding door suddenly opened
and men within pulled us in. The two outside wrapped their arms
around our legs and lifted us up. Scared shitless, a mean-looking
dude slapped duck tape over my mouth so no one could hear me
scream. I fought back, but they threw us on our backs, dragged us
in with our arms over our heads, then taped our wrists
together.

Cindy and I were now completely helpless. One
of them fished through Cindy's purse for her car keys. When the van
took off, he followed in her car. Several men surrounded us on the
floor of the van, touching us all over, leering and making foul
gestures. Cindy and I could only bounce around like fish out of
water.

"It was my idea, so I get first dibs on the
brunette," the cruelest-looking one said, referring to me.

"It's my fucking van," said the biggest, "so
I get blondie first. Don't worry, all of you can fuck them all you
want." He grabbed us both by the chins so we would look at him.
"Here's the deal. Judging by how slutty you dress, I'm guessing you
girls need a lot of dicking. Well, you're in luck, cuz we need a
lot of pussy. Now, if you play along, I can promise that you won't
otherwise be harmed. We'll let you go tomorrow before dark. In
fact, the more you get into it, the easier it will go for you, with
food and bathroom breaks. All we want is sex. However, if you don't
get into it, then we will need to motivate you sluts to use what
God gave you. When you suck our dicks, you better suck them as if
your lives depend on it. If you bite us, we will smash your teeth
in. The better you fuck us, the better we will treat you. But if
you're a lousy lay, well, I imagine that will upset the hornier
guys. Nod your pretty heads if you understand." I was so scared I
would have peed myself if I hadn't already gone before we left. My
legs were shaking and my palms sweating. I looked at Cindy who
looked just as terrified. "Thanks to your foresight, we happen to
have a lot of booze. When I remove your tape, you better not
fucking scream or say anything bad to us. You are not in the
position to piss us off. And I bet you could use a stiff drink
given all the fucking you have coming."

He slowly peeled off Cindy's duck tape and
poured some whisky in her mouth. She calmed down and looked at me.
"We can do this," she whispered. What other choice did we have? I
nodded and he took off my tape as well.

"Can I have the bourbon?" I asked him.

"That's the spirit!" he said, pouring me my
drink of choice. The other guys passed around a few other bottles
and soon I was pretty fucking tipsy. The closest guys kept feeling
us up, pinching our nipples and rubbing our clits. The cruel one,
in particular, devoted all his attention to my clit and pussy, and
I mentally kicked myself for wearing tiny shorts so tight they
looked painted on. The big guy kept pouring liquor in our mouths as
quickly as we could drink. By the time we stopped in a garage, I
knew I was really drunk. Well, I usually drink when I'm nervous,
and I have never been so nervous in my life.

"We're gonna need a lot of room," the cruel
one told the others. "Clear out the living room and move the big
bed in there. And no one use names." He himself went inside, but
quickly came back with scissors used for cutting carpet. "If you
don't move, I won't cut you."

I looked appalled as he cut my shorts,
thongs, half-top, and bra. He passed the scissors to the big guy
who did the same to Cindy, who then carried her fireman style over
his shoulder into the house to do God knows what to my only female
lover. Rock music immediately started blasting -- Dirty Deeds by
AC/DC.

"You've had kids." The ugly fucker seemed
surprised, but not displeased. "Otherwise, you are my dream fuck. I
like everything about you. If you fuck me real good, maybe I'll
protect you from the rougher guys."

He poured me more bourbon while he fingered
my pussy. I've had my face betray me with acne, or my tits by not
growing, or by my stomach with bloating, but I have never been
betrayed by my virgina before. But that horny bitch betrayed me
now. I may have been scared shitless, but the clever bastard had
been warming up my cunt for half an hour now, and was now so wet
his finger sloshed inside me. I could hear it! The good
conservative Catholic girl inside me felt so embarrassed that my
pussy so eagerly mopped his fingers. I couldn't believe how soaking
wet I was. That bitch Cindy must have given me ecstasy. He went for
depth now, plunging his index finger in and out. Ah, jeez. That
felt really good. Damn me, I spread my legs wider for him and he
fucking chuckled. Bastard! Oh, I felt it coming. A big one, too.
Like an ocean roller, my orgasm swept towards me and I looked
forward to it like a surfer seeking a giant wave.

Then he fucking stopped and I nearly yelled
at my rapist. "My dick hurts," he explained, stripping quickly.
Indeed, his penis looked harder than wood. He placed it near me and
I could smell the soap. He even trimmed his pubes, so he couldn't
be all bad. That grandpa I fucked had a bush big enough for God to
call Moses. "Don't you fucking bite me."

"If I swallow you, will you make sure no one
hurts us?" I asked, overheating from my near-orgasm.

"If you swallow all of us, I promise no one
will hurt you."

"Then give it to me," I ordered him, feeling
more at home and praying he played with my pussy again.

He laid over me in a 69 and pumped my mouth
while licking my clit and fingering my cunt. Except every time he
built me up, he laid off before I could orgasm. The bastard. I
slapped his ass, but he only moaned with pleasure. Meanwhile, the
tip of his cock punched the back of my throat as if a grandfather's
clock got stuck. I felt someone else cupping my tits, but I didn't
really care who. Then the head of his penis expanded and I bobbed
like a turkey to pop that cork. After just another minute fucking
my face he unloaded a full batch down my throat, choking me.

One part of me thought, how degrading.
Another thought, not fucking bad.