A Burning Passion

This story begins immediately from “Fanning the Flame.”

It grew ridiculously long, but it serves to set up the grand finale in the next installment. Be warned, it has nothing to do with sex-positive behavior, and little to do with actual BDSM fetishism. I put it in this category because of the sadistic dominance of one character over the others. All characters in this story are psychologically warped.

I think that is enough of a warning.

Part One:

The door was locked. Naked, I found the nearby hidden spare key and got the door open. I made my way in. Mary was curled up on the floor sobbing. I went toward her, reached out to her.

She batted at my reaching hand, stared at me with red-rimmed eyes, hissed at me, “I hate you! Get away from me!” Her face was streaked, blotched, and distorted with emotions of shame, disgust, anger, pain, and fear.

There was no talking with her then. We slept side-by-side, not touching, in the same bed where he’d fucked my ass, and she’d cleaned his cock.

The next morning we cleaned ourselves and the house without speaking. Eventually I was able to broach the subject.

“Mary, I love you.”

She knew what I was trying to talk about. “I know, and I love you, but… that… all that… it’s so dirty! Beyond naughty. He treats us like things. It’s like he’s a spoiled kid and we’re replaceable toys, not people.”

“That’s it exactly. But we don’t have to let him. We can stop. You can say no.”

She began to cry again, “But that lovely big cock! I’m sorry, but I’ve never been so full, or for so long! I’ve never felt like he makes me feel. Why can’t he just be satisfied to fuck me?”

“He never will. He’s a sadistic narcissist. If you tell him on Friday that you’ve trained your ass to take his cock, he’ll demand something else, another level of degradation or humiliation, some new taboo barrier broken.”

“How did I become addicted this way? Right now, when I think of that big cock, I want to touch myself. I wouldn’t let us do any butt stuff, but now I want to put my finger in there while I play with myself.”

Mary had never been this open and direct before. Something, whether it was the physical satisfaction she’d experienced from John’s fucking, or the mental humiliation of sucking his cock after it was in my ass, had broken down a barrier of reserve that she’d held up her entire life. I knew myself; she was only in the process of learning herself.

I wanted to say, “Do it! Show me!” I wanted to show her how hard I was hearing her talk that way. I wanted us to sit there watching each other masturbate. Instead I suggested that we could buy a big thick dildo, a toy as thick and long as him that she or I could use on her as a replacement for him. This is something that must be rare in the history of marriage: a husband convincing his wife to replace her cruel lover with a sex toy.

We took a ride that afternoon to a sex shop on the other side of the city. It was easy to find a toy with dimensions not too different from John’s. However, we stood in awe for some time gazing at all the other options available. Eventually we bought one called “Black Jack.” It was 18″ long and double-ended. We thought the extra length would make a nice handle for me to manipulate it with.

In the car on the way home I convinced her to try it out. She demurred at first, because it was “nasty,” but later she unwrapped it and pulled her panties down. When I raised an eyebrow, she said, “I can’t deny that I like some naughty things.” By the time we pulled into the driveway she had nearly half of Black Jack inside herself and had orgasmed twice, while I had a raging hard on.

We rushed into the house. In the bedroom we got into a 69 position and I worked the dildo back into her. With my mouth pressed firmly to the area around her clit, I licked and sucked as I sawed the dildo in and out. Alternating light flicking licks at the tip of her clit with sliding my tongue along the clit-shaft, aggressive sucking with gentle mouthing of her mons, and long deep penetrating strokes of Black Jack aiming upward at her pussy’s front wall with short quick pumps and side-to-side swings, I brought her from crescendo to crescendo.

She was so occupied with the pleasure I was giving her that she gave only occasional attention to my cock. For some 45 minutes it stayed at full attention while I gave her my full attention. It was the longest and most satisfying (for her, physically, and me, mentally) lovemaking sessions of our entire marriage.

When she finally said, “Enough, enough! I can’t handle any more.” I withdrew Black Jack and laid him on the bed. Mary and I lay side by side facing each other. She held my still-erect cock in her hand.

I gazed lovingly at her heaving chest, flushed neck and cheeks, drooping eyes and trembling lips. Eventually she spoke, “What did you do to prepare yourself, your butt I mean, for last night?”

I explained to her about the plugs, the meal plan, the enemas, and the lube.

“Where’s all the stuff? Let me see it?” I got up and brought it from the bathroom cabinet. She inspected it all.

“Could you take this,” She lifted Black Jack and shook it, “there?”

“Now? I wouldn’t want to. I’m still so sore. You didn’t see me walking funny?”

“I didn’t notice. What about my finger? A little — what is it? — prostate massage?”

I eagerly handed her the lube.

She put an endearingly large amount on both hands. Kneeling in front of me, she held the tip of my cock in her mouth and sucked aggressively. Meanwhile she massaged my shaft, balls, taint, and asshole with both hands. Her left hand moved to pump my shaft. Her right forefinger circled my asshole, then slipped in. Then it was back out and circling, then in. Then it was sliding delicately in and out. To the suction on my cock, she added a swirling lick around the head.

I shuddered with the overwhelming pleasurable sensations.

She shift her tongue to sliding across my frenulum. At the same time her finger pressed farther into me. It touched my prostate.

I gasped, “There! That’s the spot.”

She probed all around and over the area, still sucking vigorously.

My cock pulsed and twitched. My hands went unbidden to her head as I ejaculated rope after rope of long-held cum into her mouth.

Startled, she pulled her head back. A shot from my cock sprayed across her nose and cheek. The next hit her neck and chest.

She continued moving her finger inside me, and cum continued to drizzle from my cock into her cleavage. She giggled a little.

Twenty-five years of the strains of adult married life were temporarily wiped away from her face in that moment. I gazed at her with adoring eyes. I bent to kiss her face, cheeks, nose, mouth. We shared my cum between us. I licked it off her chest and offered it to her lips in a kind of sacrament.

“I love you,” I said. “I want you to be happy, and I never want to see you hurt.”

“I know,” she answered. “I love you too.” She paused a long time looking in my face. Then she said, “I never admitted it to myself, before because it is so nasty, but I like to see you get hurt, humiliated and hurt.”

Huh?

Her face retained a relaxed serenity as she closed her eyes and fell asleep. It was mid afternoon. She never takes naps. A lot of things were changing. I fell asleep too.

Sunday I was vacuuming, so I didn’t hear the doorbell. Eventually the insistent pounding got my attention, and I answered it. He stood on the porch, sweaty and in running shorts again. A Sunday ritual, apparently. “Hi John,” I said. I got on my knees on the porch and opened my mouth. A new Sunday ritual, apparently.

He laughed. “You are pathetic, Piss Mop. That’s what I like about you. You’d like to drink my piss right here on the porch, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, John.” I didn’t know what was coming, but I knew what wasn’t. There was no way he was going to piss in my mouth now. Like I told Mary, he would always come up with some new humiliation.

He looked into my face. We both knew it. So he didn’t drag it out. He turned around and pulled the back of his running shorts down below his buttocks. “Kiss my ass, Piss Mop.”

The pale muscular buttocks hovered before my face. I kissed the right one.

“You know that’s not what I want,” he said. “It’s not what you want either. Stick your face into my ass crack. Lick up all the sweat and shit and ass juice in there. Poke your piss mop tongue into my brown hole.”

I buried my face between his cheeks, slobbering my way down and back up his ass crack. I found his hole and swabbed it with my tongue. I slid down lower and sucked his balls into my mouth, first one, then the other, washing them with my tongue, while my nose pressed into his anus.

I was jabbing my pointed tongue into him when I heard him say loudly, “Hi Switch!” I leaned back to see what was going on, then shrank down and pushed my face back between his buttocks. He was greeting Susan, the woman who lived down the street. She walked her dog regularly and always offered everyone a friendly greeting. They exchanged a few more words. A significant screen of front yard foliage obscured me from her view, I told myself. Still, I pressed myself close to John, hiding my face deep between his buttocks, my tongue working hard.

A few minutes later he pushed me away. “One of these days, I am going to fuck your throat Piss Mop. Today, I’m saving it for my Pet. Close your eyes and mouth.”

I did as he said. I felt the hot spray hit me in the face and smelled the pungent aroma. It splattered and ran down my front. He aimed it into my hair and it ran into my ears. He let it run all over my chest and down to soak my pants at the waistband.

“You cook a nice dinner Friday. Pet and I will provide dessert. Tell Mary I look forward to seeing her — stretching her asshole open.”

“Just don’t hurt her,” I said.

“What! I’ll do whatever I want to her, and to you. Open your mouth.”

I did it.

He hawked up a gob of phlegm from his throat and spit it into my mouth. Then he turned and walked away.

I went into the house, took off my clothes, put them in the washing machine and started it, then walked naked to the master bedroom to use the shower in the en suite bath. My cock still jutted firmly forward. The events of the past two weeks had returned some of the vigor of youth to it, I noticed: staying hard longer and pointing up at an angle like it had when I was in my twenties.

Mary was on the bed, also naked. She lay on her back with her knees up. The outer knob of one of the anal training plugs showed in her ass-cleft, and she was working Black Jack in and out of her pussy. She was so absorbed — very close to an orgasm — that she started when I walked in.

“John just pissed all over me and spit in my face on the front porch,” I told her.

“Spit in your mouth, you mean,” She answered. “And you didn’t mention the way you licked him, cleaning his sweaty butthole. I watched everything from the window. Susan saw you eating his butt too. I think she liked it. He has a sexy butt, doesn’t he?”

She worked Black Jack in and out, using her other hand to circle her clit. Her eyes were on me.

“I’m going to shower and change. I need to finish vacuuming, and hose down the porch,” I said.

“Wait! Uh huhuhuhuh,” She was very close. “Stay there.”

I stayed. John’s piss was cold and drying fast on my skin. Mary’s eyes were fixed on me, mine on the dildo and her pussy. She reached her climax in a couple minutes, jamming the black rod deep inside and frigging her clit relentlessly while her legs squeezed and flopped. Then she went still and curled onto her side.

My cock had not softened in the least.

She pulled the big dildo from herself. Did I only imagine a squelching noise? Her pussy was definitely sopping wet. “God, I already love this thing,” she said, waving it in the air. Then she lobbed it toward me. “Take it in the shower with you and clean it off!” Dismissed, I turned to go. “Don’t stick it in your ass in there. When you do that, I want to see it. And don’t jack off!”

Part Two:

Mary was behaving differently from how she ever had before, but in a way it was not so different. She had always been decisive and controlling. The difference now was that she had embraced some things she’d previously shunned as yucky. I didn’t know where it all was going.

The rest of the week, she never cancelled the Friday night date, and she never talked to me about it. She did continue to use the anal training plugs, but she didn’t talk with me about that either. On Wednesday night we had a lovemaking session that included me using Black Jack in her pussy, and her working it into my ass. It was gratifying to both of us.

Friday came. I prepared a light shrimp cocktail appetizer, a nice garden salad, skirt steak sliced across the grain, and fingerling potatoes. Mary had on a diaphanous blouse with a deep plunging neckline, and a short, tight skirt, showing her figure to good advantage.

When the doorbell rang, I was in the kitchen, opening a bottle of vinho verde to serve with the shrimp. Mary went to answer it. I came from the kitchen to see her greet our guests.

“John! So good to see you. Come right in.” She gave him a hug, holding and rubbing herself against him. “And this is your little friend?” She turned toward the young lady standing beside him. “Hi, I’m Mary. Welcome.”

The young woman was quite slender, very young, blonde, tanned, blue-eyed, red-lipped, thin-nosed, wide-mouthed, high-cheeked. Her hair was in a pony-tail high on the back of her head. Her breasts were just slightly too large for her slim frame, her hips just barely too wide. She wore a thin, form-fitting, low-necked, high-hemmed summer dress and sandals. The material was so thin and the neckline so deep, it was obvious she wore no bra. Equally obvious were some unusual forms pressing at the material there. We would soon learn about those.

John returned her greeting, “Dry Hole, you’re nicely dressed.” He put his hand on the back of the young woman’s neck and pulled her forward with him. “This is Pet. Pet, what do you say to Dry Hole?”

“Hello, Dry Hole,” Pet responded dutifully. “Thank you for having me in your house. Would you like to see my tits? John says you’d like to see my tits.”

Mary answered, “Perhaps later? I’m sure your breasts are lovely. Wouldn’t you two like a glass of wine? We have some shrimp cocktail for an appetizer.” She took Pet’s hand and led her farther into the living room. Her friendliness and her attempt to behave as if this were a normal social situation showed me she believed she could have some control over the evening.

Everyone ignored me, which was fine.

John walked into the dining area and set down a grocery bag. “Desert,” he said. In a few steps he was back in front of Pet. “It’s not the tits,” he said. “It’s her new jewelry.” He reached a hand inside the neckline of the dress, stretching the thin material downward. Pet stood very still, hands at her sides, Mary still holding one, as he scooped one of Pet’s breasts out.

Perhaps John would be content to hurt and humiliate Pet in front of us. Mary might succeed in having some control or putting herself at the top of John’s pecking order, but it would be a delicate dance.

The odd form was revealed to be a nipple clamp, pinched tight, with a dangling adornment. He flicked the pendant with his fingertip. A spasm of pain flittered across Pet’s face. She quickly controlled it. He said, “Do you love the jewelry?”

Pet answered quickly, “I love it. Thank you so much.”

Mary said, “Such a thoughtful gift. Do they hurt much, Pet?”

“They went numb, but John just hurt me.” She quickly turned to him and said, “Which I love.”

Mary said, “If they’re numb, the circulation is cut off. That’s dangerous. We don’t want dead flesh and infection in your lovely nipples.” She deftly undid the clamp and removed it, letting it rest in the palm of her hand.

Pet bent forward, anguish painting her face, both hands involuntarily grasping at the erect and unadorned nipple. The slight upward curve at the corner of Mary’s mouth betrayed her knowledge that the supposedly-solicitous act was initiating pain as the blood returned to the area.

A similar upward curve, the old supercilious smirk, formed at the corner of John’s mouth. A conflicting wave of anger giving way to calculation darkened his brow. Mary had taken too much control, she’d gone a step too far. His face calmed and only the smirk remained as he took the clamp from her open palm. “Let’s try this on you, Mary. Perhaps you’d enjoy a set of them.”

“Oh, I don’t think my breasts can enhance them the way Pet’s do.”

“True,” John replied. “Your pathetic, withered dugs are no match for hers. Still, I’m curious how you’ll take the clamps.” With an abrupt motion, he grasped the neckline of her blouse and ripped it down and sideways, exposing her right breast. Before she could react, he had her nipple pinched painfully between his thumb and forefinger. Deftly, he applied the clamp.

“Ahh!” She yelped. Her hands came up, but she forced them back down, even as he tugged her toward him so she stumbled off-balance.

“Get the other clamp off Pet,” he commanded. “I think your flabby overstretched nipple can hold both of them.”

Mary’s hands shook a little as she pulled Pet’s neckline further awry and removed the clamp. “Shall I put it on myself?” She asked.

“I’ll do it. Stand still.” He slapped her breast lightly several times, watching the clamp’s pendant swing and bounce as the breast flesh grew pink. Then he squeezed the entire breast with one hand cupped under it and pressing in and up. With his other hand he began to tighten the second clamp.

Mary’s face now reflected the same pain that Pet’s showed.

I broke my silence. “Don’t hurt her!”

John’s head came around. He had pretty much forgotten I was there.

Mary said, “It doesn’t hurt. Pour John some wine, and Pet too.”

Meanwhile, in two steps John stood before me. With a short, efficient stroke, he punched me directly where my cock lay across the front of my balls. I dropped to the floor.

John, calm now, said, “Yes, pour the wine, Piss Mop.”

The appetizer course, and the salad course verged on being a normal dinner for two couples, except that John would not allow Pet to adjust her dress. Her neckline scooped her breasts up, pushing them together and outward. Occasionally he would reach over and squeeze one of them hard enough to make her wince, or pinch her nipple, or slap one breast and watch it jiggle. Mary sat with her head high, but her blouse was torn, one breast exposed, the nipple clamped painfully. John also reached to her and flicked with his finger at the pendants dangling from the clamps.

When I went to the kitchen to sear the steak and plate it with the potatoes, I offered a different wine or some other drink.

John said, “We know what you’d like to drink, Piss Mop. Pet, why don’t you fill Piss Mop’s glass for him?”

“What? What can I get you, Piss Mop?”

He slapped her face this time. “Stupid slut, Its name is Piss Mop. It drinks piss. Get a glass,” he grabbed one from the table, “and piss in it.”

“Johnny, I can’t…”

He slapped her again. “Yes, you can.”

“It’s so,” she shuddered.

Mary spoke up, “Yucky.”

Pet nodded in agreement. John slapped her, harder.

“Okay!” She hiked her dress up and slid forward on her chair. “What if I spill?’

John said, “Piss Mop, what if Pet spills piss on the floor?”

I said, “I will lick it off the floor.”

She filled it. We watched. Her mons was totally smooth, beyond shaved, perhaps waxed. It had the word PET tattooed on it in large gothic script. Of course she spilled some. She set the glass on the table.

I thanked her and crawled on the floor to lick at the puddles of her urine.

When I was done, Mary called me yucky and sent me to clean my hands and mouth in the bathroom before I returned to the kitchen.

I finished and plated the steak and the new potatoes. We ate them in relative silence — they were delicious. The others had red wine. I drank Pet’s cold piss. It was delicious also.

I cleared the dishes away. John reminded us that he and Pet were providing dessert. I asked what we needed. He said, “Just get the table clear.” I took everything off and into the kitchen.

When I returned, he had the grocery bag in his hand and was looking at Pet. “Take off the dress and get on the table.” He slapped her face, twice. She stood and leaned forward to push the dress down. As her breasts hung forward, he slapped them. She stood naked. “Get on the table,” he commanded, slapping her ass for emphasis. She silently complied, using the chair to climb up, then kneeling on all fours. “Lie on your back.” She did. From the bag he produced a half-gallon of vanilla ice cream. It had been melting now for more than an hour since they’d arrived. He poured it onto her, aiming it first at the word PET tattooed on her mons, and trailing upward across her belly to her breasts and neck. She shivered as it splashed onto her and ran thickly off her sides onto the table top. John threw the carton aside.

“Eat,” he said.

Mary and I stared at him blankly. He reached over to the back of Mary’s head, grabbed her hair, and pulled her face forward, pressing it down on Pet’s ice cream-covered breast. He mashed it down and rolled it from side to side, smearing ice cream on her face and hair.

Mary licked at the ice cream. I joined in.

John stood and undressed, folding his clothes fastidiously and placing them away from any potential mess. Returning, he used his hand to scoop ice cream from Pet’s chest up and smear it on her lips and around her mouth. He grabbed her hair and pulled her until her head hung over the edge of the table. Then he swabbed his cock through the ice cream on her face and into her mouth. He fucked her mouth gently and steadily while we licked her body. His glans and the first few inches of his cock moved between her lips as she licked and sucked.

After a time, he stopped. “Dinner is over, dessert is done. Now we can have some real fun.” He commanded Mary and Pet to come with him to the bathroom to get cleaned up, and me to clean the dining room and follow.

By the time I had everything cleaned up and went into the bedroom, they were out of the shower. I noticed the weighted nipple clamps on the bedside table. John sat on the bed, with Pet beside him. Mary stood before them, facing away, bending forward at the waist, clutching at her right breast and grimacing in pain. John was pulling the largest of the anal training butt plugs from Mary’s behind, saying, “So you’ve been preparing your ass with this, and you want my cock there tonight?”

Still bent down, she murmured, “Yes, John. I want you to fuck my… ass tonight.”

He turned to Pet with the buttplug, “Open.”

She opened her mouth and he put it in.

“Yes, tonight I will fuck your sad old ass, Dry Hole, and your beautiful empty head, Pet.” He slapped Mary’s ass. “Get on the bed. All fours, like a dog.” He turned to look at me.

I hurried into the bathroom to shower myself clean.

When I returned, the scene had changed in an important detail: John was holding Black Jack. “You’ve been putting this in your ass to prepare yourself for me?”

Jesus! The toy was supposed to replace him, get him out of our house and lives. She’d shown it to him, handed it to him. She wasn’t going to give him up. She was willing to play his sadistic games just to get his big cock in her pussy. No, it was more than that: I remembered her saying she liked seeing me hurt and humiliated. She’d excite and inspire his sadistic impulses and try to steer them to Pet, or me.

The ploy wasn’t working ideally for her yet.

John used the big dildo to swat her casually on the ass, and then shoulders. He said, “Show us.”

“Show who what?” she answered.

“Show us all what you’ve been doing with this bad boy.”

“I….”

“Pet wants to watch this big dong gape out your old ass,” He looked at Pet, the hand that wasn’t holding Black Jack sprang out to grab her nipple in a wicked pinch.

She responded with pain and feigned enthusiasm, “Yes! That would be exciting.” She finished with a sharp inhale.

“I can see Piss Mop wants it too.” His glance went toward my erection, then away.

He poked at her with the dildo, “Get on the floor, and get your ass ready to be fucked. Piss Mop, make yourself useful. Come over here and lie on the bed so Pet can sit on your face.”

I looked to Mary. I was still angry at her, so it was not a friendly look. She was clambering off the bed with Black Jack in her hand. Her expression of shame hardened into a controlled mask and she gave me a slight head nod: not permission, a command. I lay on my back on the bed and Pet sat herself artlessly onto my face. She had no expectation of pleasure. She merely obeyed John’s command.

I determined to introduce her to the pleasure my tongue could give. The start was complicated, as she was perched in a way that gave me access only to the underside of her thigh. As I licked, the position grew more precarious and less comfortable for her. Soon she was compelled to shift so that she was straddling me. Now my tongue had a target and I set to licking up and down her shaved and open pussy.

I was in no position to see anything that passed between Mary and John as she got on the floor and began working Black Jack into her ass. I heard her open the lube.

John spoke, “Did you just start poking the thing into your shriveled asshole, or did you finger yourself first?’

Mary’s low reply, “Fingered first.”

“Do it. Jack yourself off. Show us.”

Her breathing got louder. I thought I heard squishy sounds, but I was generating the same noises with my tongue inside Pet. She also was breathing louder.

John again, “That’s it! Shove that big black dildo up in your old cunt hole. I want you gaping for my cock anyway.”

Pet said, “How far in does it go?” in a surprised tone, then fell into a pattern of breathy panting as I sucked her clit into my mouth and licked it with a darting tongue.

Mary’s breathing grew more ragged, “John, huhuh, I want my cunt stretched on your cock, huhuhuh. Imagine your big cock this deep in me, huhuhuh, while this fat dildo stretches my ass, huhuhuh. Oh! ahh! fuck!” She came.

On my face, Pet twitched and grunted. She also came.

John’s tone was dry, but there was a little catch in his voice, “Now put it in your asshole.”

Mary’s breathing changed again as she targeted her little pucker with Black Jack and began to press him in. She let out low sounds of concentration, “Oh, mmmm, uh, oops, ah, yeah, ugh.”

Pet squirmed and squealed. Her clit shrank away.

I opened my mouth to cover her whole pussy and sucked on it. She bucked and ground down on me, then squeezed my head with her thighs, her breathing grew faster, her voice higher in pitch, wordlessly announcing her climactic peak, “Ah, ah, aaaah, oh, uh huh huh!”

John said, “Wow, Piss Mop, your mouth is good for so many things! Way to go!”

Pet was raising herself off me. He told her, “Stay on his face!”

“But Johnny, I’m too sensitive, my clit can’t take any more!”

“Put your asshole on his tongue. He’ll love that, and you need that hole licked and spread. Look at Dry Hole! Last week, she’d never had a cock in her tiny, tight ass. Today she’s got it spread wide with six inches of that big black dildo in it. Next week we’ll all get together and I’ll fuck you in the ass, so you need to start getting ready now. Put your ass on Piss Mop’s face.”

“But Johnny! You still haven’t put your whole dick in my pussy.”

“Don’t worry about that! Next week I’ll destroy your pussy too. By the time I finish, I bet you’ll be bleeding from both holes! Isn’t that great?”

“Oh, Johnny, no!” But she sat her ass down on my face.

I swabbed her ass crack with my tongue, explored every crevice of her puckered hole with short licks, then firmed it up and began jabbing at the target center. Pet settled in, accepting it, if not yet relaxed enough to enjoy it.

Meanwhile John turned to taunting Mary, egging her on to push the thick black fuck stick farther into her anal passage. “C’mon Dry Hole! Jam it in there! Let’s see how far you can go.”

Mary said, “John, I’m wide open and ready. Your cock is hard and ready too. You’re the only one who hasn’t cum yet.”

She didn’t think at all about me, which was to be expected, maybe even what I wanted, but my cock had been diamond hard pretty steadily ever since I realized Mary intended more humiliation and pain for me, even if humiliation for her was part of the price. Sometimes I sicken myself.

She went on, “Bury your beautiful cock up to the balls in my back door, shoot your cum up my rectum.”

He answered, “Soon, but first let’s see how much of that dong you can fit. However much you fit up your ass, Pet will take the same amount down her throat. Won’t you, Pet?”

She squirmed on my face. “Johnny, that’s so yucky!”

I felt her flinch and heard her squawk. He was nipple pinching again.

“But I’ll do it because I love you.”

“Okay, Dry Hole, the challenge is on. Look Pet! She’s already got nearly a foot up in there. C’mon, Dry Hole, drive it like you stole it, drive it all the way home.”

Mary grunted and sobbed and moaned.

The weight shifted on the bed. John got up. “You fucking dry hole slut! I’m going to help you. We’re going to get fourteen inches of that thing up your ass, and then I’m going to shove it down Pet’s throat. Grab your legs and spread them.”

Mary screamed in pain.

I bucked and shoved Pet off my face. “Don’t hurt her!”

John had two fingers and a thumb gripping the last two inches of the dildo. The rest was inside Mary’s asshole. Lube oozed off it onto John’s fingers.

Mary spoke through gritted teeth, “It doesn’t hurt! It feels good. I never knew getting my ass reamed would feel good. John, I want a real cock there, a cock I can feel, your cock.”

“In good time, Dry Hole.”

I moved to sit up beside Pet on the bed.

With a fluid movement, accompanied by a sucking sound, John pulled the big black snake from Mary’s hole. Fascinated, I stared into the red depths of her gaping hole, as the anal ring contracted. Over her shoulder Mary glared at me. John stood above her, holding the dildo like a prize fish in a photograph. Pet flinched from the pendulum-like swing of the dildo.

John spoke to her, “Your turn, Pet. Open your mouth and close your eyes and I’ll give you a big surprise, ha ha!”

“But Johnny!”

His free hand lashed out and slapped her cheek. “Remember everything you’ve practiced. Take this dong all the way down, and soon you’ll be holding my cock down your throat and licking my balls.”

He dangled the double dong in front of her face. The dong was slimy with lube, and definitely some small flecks of shit.

She tilted her head back and opened her mouth. He began to slide the dong into her mouth and down her throat. With about four inches of it in, she began to gag and choke. She shook her head and pulled back. He slapped her again.

“You’ve taken more of my cock than that, and it’s much thicker!”

“Johnny, I….”

I spoke, “Tilting her head so far back is closing her throat, bring her chin down and slide it in.” I nodded at her reassuringly. “You can do it, Pet.”

John’s hand lashed out. This time he slapped me.

Mary stood behind John with her hands on his shoulders. “My ass can take all you want it to, John.”

Pet recovered her breathing and said, “Let me try again!”

John told her, “You put it in.”

She took the dong in both hands and poised it before her face, swallowed, and opened her mouth wide. Inch after inch, she slid it in. She got it farther than the first time, her throat was visibly working and bulging as she swallowed repeatedly, each time sliding another inch in. Her face grew red, her eyes bulged and watered, her breathing was shallow and choked. Drool slid out under the dong and down her chin. She stopped and put her hands in the air. Four inches of black dildo protruded from her distended mouth. She was a picture of suffering and triumph.

“Almost there!” John shouted. With characteristic quickness, his hand shot forward to grasp the exposed end of the dildo and jam it in two more inches. Pet’s hands flew toward his arm, but he was already hauling back. The dildo slid from her throat as she collapsed, gasping and clutching at her tear-stained face.

Mary said, “Now can we fuck, John?” She clutched at his throbbing cock. “This beautiful cock deserves some pleasure. My ass and my… cunt are hungry for you.”

“Yes,” he replied. “I will fill your holes.”

He directed us all in an arrangement for his mental and physical stimulation. Pet lay on her back, head near the edge of the bed. Mary clambered atop her in a 69 position. He looked at me blankly for a moment. “Go sit in the corner.”

Mary spoke up, “Send him in the shower again. You can piss on him later.”

She overplayed her hand again.

John said, “Piss Mop, get on the bed and put your little dick in Pet’s tiny pussy.”

I’m not that little.

Pet objected, “Johnny, I want your dick, your big beautiful dick.”

He slapped her. “Pet, your pussy needs to be stretched for me. Piss Mop’s pin-sized penis can start the job. Next Friday, I will totally destroy your holes. Tonight is a warmup.”

It was awkward. I ended up seated on the bed, legs extended toward the edge, Pet essentially sat on my cock, then leaned back to get her head to the edge. Her pussy was like a velvet vise on my cock. Mary clambered atop her again.

John stepped to the bedside. He massaged some lube onto his cock, poised it at Mary’s asshole, and pushed.

She’d closed right up tight after the dildo came out. His cock, slippery with lube, slid up her ass crack. She quickly said, “Hold on, I can open it.” She laid her face right down on Pet’s tattooed mons, reached back with her hands, and pulled on her ass cheeks. She gave a little grunt, pushing to open her anal ring to the enormous intruder.

John grunted too, as he pushed again. Mary’s head tipped up and her eyes flew open. Her hands came off her ass, but she forced them right back on. Through gritted teeth, she spoke, “That’s it, tear me open, lover.”

John gritted his teeth too, straining to push his massive member up her back passage. Inch by inch he pressed it in, in, in, in.

Tears oozed from Mary’s eyes, but she now held her breath, didn’t make a sound, pressed her face against Pet’s pubis. The top of her head rocked into my lower belly each time John pressed again.

His lips turned up in the old familiar sneer as his groin touched Mary’s ask cheeks. The full length of his pride and joy impaled her.

He began to lunge back and forth, rocking Mary atop Pet, and moving Pet on my cock. Every stroke came with a deep grunt, matched by a breathy exhalation from Mary and a little moan from Pet.

John wrapped his hand in Mary’s hair and pushed her head down. “Lick Pet’s clit now!” He leaned back a little to look at Pet. “Pet, lick Dry Hole! Slobber on her sad old cunt.” He looked at me. “Don’t do a thing but try to hang on, you pathetic Piss Mop.” He stroked away.

Mary and Pet obeyed his command, and soon vocalized their increased stimulation.

Then John pulled his cock all the way out of Mary’s ass, looked down at Pet, bent his knees a little, said, “Open wide,” and plunged his cock into her mouth and down her throat. After a few strokes deep into her throat, accompanied by the sound of her gagging and choking, he pulled out, angled up a little, and drove deep into Mary’s pussy.

Mary rolled her head from side to side, working her mouth and jaw on Pet. She pulled away to say, “John, my god that feels so good! Fuck my pussy, lover! Fuck me hard! Ah, Oh, yes! Fuck!” Then, “Pet, lick me more, lick my clit!”

John moved again, and Mary complained, “No! Fuck my pussy! Don’t stop! Augh, oh, ow, uh, Yeah, Yessss! Bury it in my butthole, lover! Pet, suck my… cunt, you sweet little bitch!”

John moved his cock up and down, in and out, feverishly calling out his own passion. “Take it in your ass, Dry Hole! Suck my cock, Pet! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Ride my dick you dry old cunt.”

Pet got into the act as well. When John banged Mary’s pussy, Pet said, “Eat me, Dry Hole! Taste my sweet young pussy!” When John shifted to Mary’s ass, Pet licked feverishly at Mary’s gaping pussy. When he pulled out of Mary’s asshole, Pet said, “Fuck my throat! Give it to me!” Then her words abruptly turned into spluttering, choking, gargling noises.

Soon Mary began to shake and tremble as a series of increasingly intense orgasms overtook her. Pet joined in as Mary sucked hard on Pet’s clit. The motion, vibrations, and intense eroticism overtook me, and I joined them, unleashing several spasmodic cum shots into Pet.

John’s face contorted in a rictus of passion, a sheen of sweat coated his muscular torso. He grabbed Mary’s hips hard enough to leave white fingermarks in her flesh. Pulling his cock from her pussy, he plunged it full length in her ass, and held her there, rocking his hips as if to press deeper. He grunted repeatedly as he came deep into her ass, held on for a moment, then pulled his still-spurting cock out to drop it onto Pet’s open mouth.

She took it obediently.

After a moment he spoke to her, almost gently, “Do you love my cum, Pet?”

She had to take her mouth off him to answer. Still it was difficult; Mary lay across her, inert. “I love eating your cum, John.”

“I know you do. Mary, your ass is full of my cum and Pet wants to eat it. Sit on her face and shit my cum into her mouth.”

Mary roused herself, and the women shifted slightly, Pet on her back and uncomplaining. Mary squatted over Pet’s face. I could see the red and greasy swell of her gaping asshole as she lowered it to Pet’s open mouth. A small half-smile twitched at the corners of her lips as Pet’s tongue swabbed her gape, fishing for John’s cum.

He watched for some minutes, a similar half-smile on his face, then turned to me and said, “Time to get to work Piss Mop. Bring your mouth over here.”

I positioned myself on the floor before him and opened my mouth.

Once again the hot, bitter, salty stream flowed into my mouth. I gulped, swallowing greedily. I set my tongue against the underside of his cock, and worked my lips around the edge of the head. Closing my lips, I sucked. When the stream died down I continued to suck, adding a slight rock so my mouth moved across the sensitive ridge. I worked my tongue along the bottom, stimulating the sensitive frenulum and pressing the head up to slide against the roof of my mouth.

He sighed.

I sucked hard and moved the cock deeper into my mouth. It pressed against the back of my throat. I moved so that I was taking it more from above and it pressed across my tongue and down my throat. I let drool slide freely from my mouth.

He put his hand on my head and moved his hips increasing the speed and depth of each stroke into my mouth.

He gripped my head firmly, then vigorously jammed his cock even farther in. I choked and gagged and splattered saliva from my mouth. He put both hands onto my head and used them to force my mouth repeatedly onto his cock. The skull-fucking went on for several minutes. I relaxed my head and neck, ceding total control. When I had the chance I took deep breaths through my nose, calming and relaxing myself as John’s cunt-splitter punished my throat.

I thought I’d black out. Maybe I did.

Then he was bucking faster, harder, deeper, as the underside of his cock rippled and swelled. A hot gooey shot of cum hit the back of my throat, and his cock drove back in behind it, twitching and pumping out shots of cum.

I fought to swallow it all, and when he pulled his cock back, I continued to suck, draining him.