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Chapter 2
The quartet met for drinks and dinner, and then went up to the Landers' suite. Emily stripped down as the young couple and her husband watched with lustful anticipation. She was wearing bikinis with a sheer crotch that showed off her smooth shaven vulva and a matching bra that strained to contain her heavy tits. Once they were slipped off her plump body, Emily stretched out on the bed and spread her arms and legs to allow herself to be secured to the bed.
She giggled when Charles slipped a couple of pillows under her ass to elevate her quim, making it easier to penetrate. Her eyes got big when she saw what was contained in the large purse that Marsha had brought. The blushing bride lined up a pair of vibrators, a strap-on dildo of impressive length and diameter, and some small vials of mysterious fluids. Rummaging around in the purse she also produced some wicked looking clips with tiny teeth, a pump-up dildo and a handful of heavy-walled, ribbed condoms.
Not to be outdone, Charles produced an industrial-rated, wheeled vibrator and a bottle of oil. Emily sighed and said, " Oh I'm to be stretched good and proper tonight, and not just with cocks and dildos either." Charles smiled coldly and tweaked her nipples, making them turn to stone. When Marsha stripped to reveal her freshly shaven crotch, Emily giggled and said, " My dear, you look like a young girl. Don't tell me that you're married to a child molester. "
Andrew grinned wolfishly and replied, " You'll pay dearly for that little remark, and by the way I've spent the entire time resting so that you'll be able to get a good dose of what I have planned for you."
Marsha chimed in, promising Emily that she would suffer greatly for depriving the young bride of her husband's services for such an extended period of time. "They'll be no records set today or this evening, unless you are the one setting them." The tone and content of Marsha's words gave the older woman pause. Perhaps she may have overstepped the boundaries of good taste last evening. Obviously she was going to pay dearly for her miscalculation.
Soon the wheeled vibrator was grinding a path up and down between the plump woman's cunt lips while Marsha held a small but powerful vibrator, a pocket rocket, against Emily's stiff clit, making the nubbin of flesh tremble from the intense stimulation it was getting. Meanwhile Andrew was sliding his hard cock in and out of the woman's mouth, driving it deeper down her throat with each thrust. There was no way that Emily could avoid climaxing, and she did so with a loud groan that sent erotic sensations through the young man's hard prong as it now punched its way down her throat. Her entire body went stiff, and then shuddered as the second orgasm ripped through her twitching cunt and radiated to the top of her head and made her toes curl at the same time.
" Jolly good! Atta girl." Charles said as he forced the vibrator even further into the wet furrow that guarded his wife's cunt.
Now Emily was given the task of orally satisfying Marsha while Andrew and her husband took turns fucking her swampy snatch into a lather of foamy cunt slime that drooled from her well-reamed quim every time they changed places. Marsha kept moving her puckered bumhole and smooth shaven cunt back and forth over Emily's face, grinding her hot flesh against the buxom woman's mouth as she had a series of intense orgasms. The men finally filled Emily's spasming cunt with their hot loads of cum and took a break.
Emily however was given no rest. Marsha donned the strap-on and proceeded to give Emily' sore pussy a good pounding as the men urged the young wife to even greater efforts. It was Charles who suggested that Marsha avail herself of the oil he had brought out and use it to lubricate her hand. " You can go first my dear. Don't worry about my wife; she's taken much larger fists than yours in that worn out fuck hole of hers. I just know you can get all the way into her and give that old uterus a good tipping."
While Marsha, with some direction from Charles, got her entire fist up inside Emily's cunt, Andrew fed his cock into the older woman's suctioning mouth so that she could reinvigorate it for another round of hard fucking. As the older woman sucked his cock he pondered whether to take a turn at fisting her before he fucked her again. The more he thought about it, the better the idea became. Her cunt would probably be quite loose once he finished fisting it, so instead of her tired old cunt he'd wedge his prong up her tight bunghole.
Andrew turned around and presented his balls and asshole for Emily to kiss and lick. It also afforded him a good look at his wife who was now hitting bottom, flattening Emily's cervix with every punch. Marsha's arm was disappearing up to her elbow every time she made contact with the plump, middle-aged woman's uterus. Charles was running the wheel across his wife's clit, grinding the super sensitive nubbin flat as Emily gasped for breath. Her tongue flickered spasmodically across his sensitive balls and tickled his asshole as she neared another gigantic orgasm. Just as Marsha bottomed out inside her, Emily shuddered and rose off the bed as the onset of her climax rippled through her sweaty body. Charles grinned evilly and held the wheel to her clit and pressed down, adding to the unbelievable stimulation her shaking torso was experiencing.
" I think the dear old thing is on the verge of a heart attack; that would be nice, don't you think? " Charles said to no one in particular as he watched his poor wife twitch and quake, her eyes bulging and her mouth gasping for air like a beached fish.
Emily was sucking her husband's cock, trying to make him hard enough to once more drill her. The woman groaned as she felt Andrew's fist enter her sorely used quim once more. Charles began to fuck her face as Andrew's fist burrowed deeper into her loosening snatch. Marsha was amusing herself by seeing how much of the bullet vibrator she could push up Emily's bottomhole.
Satisfied that it was as deep as she could push it, she pulled it out and coated the metal toy with some of the liquid from one of the small bottles that lined the bedstand. As the vibrator slid up her butthole, Emily stiffened and began to struggle as she felt a burning sensation inside her rectum. The tube went deeper and the fiery feeling grew stronger and stronger. Charles noticed that something was amiss because his wife began sucking frantically on his flaccid dick.
Marsha laughed and said; " I think Emily is beginning to enjoy the Roman candle that's up her ass now. Stand back and watch what happens next." Charles pulled his cock from his wife's mouth and enjoyed the look of discomfort that crossed her pasty face.
" Oh Charles, my arse is on fire! " the woman gasped. Andrew chuckled and rammed his fist into her cervix, making the woman turn white from the pain.
Emily had now been retied. In this position her ankles were anchored to the bedposts just above her bound wrists totally exposing her butthole, yet still allowing easy access to her tired twat. Marsha was busily sucking on Charles while Andrew continued to fist fuck the plump woman's well-stretched snatch. He now wore a rubber glove that glistened with a mixture of Emily's cunt juices and the liquid from another of those small bottles that were lined up beside Emily's head. She tossed her head from side to side and screamed into the knickers that had been stuffed into her mouth, now taped shut. This new liquid caused her cunt to swell and itch as the young man's gloved fist pounded it into the tender flesh of her cunt. " By the time you're ready to go, she'll be super tight." Marsha commented as she took a break to catch her breath, her hand still stroking the man's semi-hard prick.
" Tight as a drum! " exclaimed Charles as his stiff cock sank into his bound wife's dry cunt. Emily's eyes were wide and as more and more of her husband's dick split her apart, she began to wiggle her hips to accommodate the long tool that he was pushing further and further into her. His cock felt huge thanks to the magic liquid that had tightened the old tart's twat. Emily nearly swooned when her husband began to slowly fuck her super sensitive slot. To add to her pleasure, Marsha and Andrew were sucking and gnawing on her breasts and erect nipples. Emily suddenly rocketed off into a ferocious climax, her thighs trembling as she tried unsuccessfully to clamp them around her husband's body to make sure that the fantastic feelings his hard cock were producing, would not stop. Charles merely smiled and slammed his wanger into her a little harder, pacing himself so that he would last a very long time.
When Charles took a break, leaving his hard length sunk to the roots in his wife's swollen cunt, Marsha opened still another small bottle and applied some of its contents to Emily's clit and the fleshy hood that normally protected this super sensitive button. Within seconds the bound woman began to buck her hips and toss her head while she babbled into the knickers that muffled her.
" In a couple of minutes she's gonna have a cum that'll take the top of her head off. You want to be fucking her good and hard when that happens; you will never forget how it feels." Marsha said, patting Emily's belly affectionately. " Nor will she." The young wife added.
Emily was completely exhausted from the titanic orgasm that had exploded deep inside her cunt and then rippled through her spasming body as her husband slammed his hard prong in and out of her tender, swollen cunt. He fought to hold back, but it was not possible. He had cum with a loud cry and then collapsed against his wife's twitching body. Now it was Andrew's turn. He had donned one of the heavy-walled condoms and then let his wife carefully pour some of the contents of the last bottle up and down the length of his sheathed penis. " This will wake the old girl up good and proper. " Marsha said with an evil grin.
Even though she was gagged, Emily's grunts signaled that Andrew's relentless reaming of her now bone-dry bumhole was having a profound effect. The material that coated his condom was designed to shrink the mucous membranes of her shitter, and it had done its job. As his powerful prong pistoned mercilessly inside her tight, dry and oh so sore bunghole, tears filled her eyes and her grunts turned to muffled screams which brought a big smile to Marsha's face. Andrew's wife now rubbed some of the remaining irritant over Emily's floppy tits, making sure to get plenty on her rock-hard nipples. Charles joined the action and the two of them squeezed and kneaded her breasts as Andrew continued to ream out her burning butthole.
Andrew had finally cum and the contents of his condom were emptied into Emily's mouth. The poor woman was half crazed from the brutal treatment she had received so far from the trio, and so at Charles' suggestion, she was given a break of sorts before Marsha had another turn at her with the strap-on and the inflatable dildo. The plump woman was now stretched out on her back, legs spread wide and a pillow beneath her bottom to elevate her cunt for more fun and games. Marsha was sitting on Emily's chest so that the woman could eat her quimt. " That's very good old girl, now get that tongue up my arsehole for a bit." She ordered, and Emily eagerly complied.
Marsha resumed her furious assault on Emily's pussy, driving her stimulant soaked tool deep into the older woman's loosened cunt, actually touching bottom on a few occasions. Emily had to be gagged once more to stifle her bellows of agony when the thick length of hard rubber flattened her super-sore cervix. Even a liberal coating of the secret sex stimulant over her clit and its hood failed to produce the massive orgasms that had ripped Emily's cunt apart earlier in the evening. When Marsha finally grew bored with reaming out her helpless victim, she let Charles fist fuck his wife while she rested and prepared to give Emily a taste of the inflatable dildo. The buxom woman grunted in rhythm to the thrusts of her husband's fist against her cervix. Even if she had been of child-bearing age, there is no way she could have possibly conceived due to the way her uterus was tilted from all the fisting she had endured this evening.
The pump-up dildo was anticlimactic in more ways than one. There was no way that the middle aged matron could derive any pleasure from having her cunt stretched to its limit and slightly beyond, causing a small tear in the sensitive region between her quim and arsehole. Emily had passed out when this occurred, and that effectively ended the evening's session. Marsha was very apologetic and terribly embarrassed at this gaffe. Charles was the gracious husband and assured Marsha that his wife had had a wonderful time with the young couple and they were looking forward to tomorrow evening when Charles would submit himself to the tender mercies of his wife and the young honeymooners. Emily had other ideas, as Marsha would discover when it came to her turn.
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