The Shaver III 2/2 by Al Steiner (FFM)
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caring that we were in an abandoned warehouse. I dropped my hands down to her
head, pushing her harder into my crotch. This was blackly arousing; the
sleaziest act of sexuality I'd ever participated in.
Just after it started though, she stopped. She pulled her face out of my
crotch and licked her lips, twisting out of my grasp as I tried to pull her
back in.
"Charlie!" I pleaded, feeling no shame at the fact that I was standing there
with my shorts down around my ankles, pleading with my sister-in-law to put
her face back in my pussy.
She stood up slowly, inserting two fingers into my slit to replace her tongue.
She pushed her tits against my chest once more, rubbing them back and forth.
Her fingers moved in and out, causing me to thrust my hips against her. Her
piercing eyes stared into mine.
I leaned forward to kiss her but she pulled back, a teasing sparkle in her
eyes. I could smell my odor radiating off of her face. I wanted to lick my
secretions from her lips, her chin, her tongue. I wanted her to make me come.
"I saw you staring at Rick's dick." She told me.
I was horrified. "Charlie," I protested. "I wasn't! I...."
"Shhh." She hushed me, leaning forward for a brief moment and stabbing at my
lips with her tongue, just long enough for me to feel it's smoothness. "It's
okay." She said, increasing the speed of her thrusts. I knew that my juices
had to be running down her hand by now. My thighs clamped her hand, pulling
at it. "I LIKE it that you were looking. It turns me on."
I didn't know how to respond to this. I didn't know where this was leading.
But I was SO aroused by her words and her fingers. I could only moan.
"Do you want to fuck him?" She asked me next.
"No." I said automatically. I am quite sure that my voice, however, lacked
conviction.
"You do, don't you?" She said, leaning forward and kissing my neck, sucking on
it. I felt her teeth nip at me. I felt her puffy, wet lips sliding across my
flesh. She raised her mouth to my ear, shooting her tongue into it for an
instant, nipping at my earlobe. "I WANT you to." She whispered.
"What?" I breathed.
"I want you to fuck Rick. I want you to let him eat you. I want you to suck
his dick. And I want to eat you while he does it. I want you to eat me while
he does it."
"Charlie," I breathed, horrified but horribly turned on. "I can't do that.
That's sick."
"There's nothing sick about it." She said, pulling her fingers free and
dropping to her knees before me once more. Her tongue shot out and was in my
slit again, making me moan, making me pull her head to me. She took my
swollen clit between her lips and sucked on it for a second, almost making me
collapse to the ground. I moaned so loud that I feared the people outside
had heard it.
She then pulled away once more. "Think about it." She told me as she walked
over to the toilet, leaving me standing there with my shorts down and juices
running down my legs. I was panting with arousal, the image of having Charlie
AND Rick at the same time running through my head.
Charlie pulled down her pants and sat on the toilet. I heard the sound of her
peeing. A minute later I was following her back out to the party.
When we rejoined Rick, who was listening to a conversation between two other
cops about 'the fucked up jury system in this country', Charlie plopped
herself down next to him and gave him a wet, sloppy kiss on the mouth. I saw
his eyes light up immediately and felt my breathing stop. He could TASTE me
on her lips! The juices from my pussy were all over her lips, tongue, and
face. There was no way that I could convince myself that he didn't taste it.
The bulge in his shorts expanded before my eyes. What in the hell was she
doing? I hadn't agreed to anything! Now he would KNOW what she'd done in the
warehouse.
When they broke the kiss he stared at her for a moment in shocked surprise.
His eyes flitted over to me, looking me up and down. The bulge in his shorts
grew bigger yet. He seemed to realize this and crossed his legs, hiding it.
He returned his gaze to Charlie, who was smiling innocently. He leaned
forward and whispered something in her ear. Her smile widened but she said
nothing.
The party went on. For the next couple of hours I drank more beer, got
drunker, listened to more stories, and my horniness increased in magnitude. I
continually looked at Rick wondering just how good he was in the sack. I
continually looked at Charlie, KNOWING how good she was. I could not help but
imagine how good the two of them could be at the same time. The idea was
perverted, sick, against all that I held sacred. But by the time I went pee
for the second time, I knew I was going to do it.
Again, Charlie accompanied me to the 'bathroom'. Again she planted her face
in my pussy after I was done, bringing me well into arousal but nowhere near
orgasm. When she stood up she looked into my eyes once more.
"Have you thought about what I said?" She asked, fingering me again.
"Yes." I said, trying to force my hand up the hem of her shorts. I wanted to
finger her.
"And?" She asked, kissing on my neck, opening her legs a little more so my
finger could find her wet lips. I felt her kinky pubic hair and then her
swollen clit. My index slid a half-inch inside of her.
"If Rick wants to do it..." I started.
"Oh he WILL." She panted, pushing herself against my finger. "Believe me."
"Then I will." I told her.
She pulled her fingers free, putting them into my mouth to suck. They tasted
salty and wet with my vaginal juices.
"We'll leave soon." She promised, pulling free and then heading for the
toilet.
Soon turned out to be less than five minutes. Charlie kissed Rick once
again, giving him a renewed boner as he tasted fresh pussy on her mouth. He
whispered questioningly in her ear again. This time she whispered something
back. He almost choked. His face turned red and his eyes started to shine
with lust. He glanced at me for about a tenth of a second and then shot to
his feet.
"Well." He announced, rudely interrupting a conversation in progress. "We have
to be going now."
There was some protest from the crowd, even some angry words. The theme
seemed to be that early departures were the sure death of a good party. But
Rick was insistent. "We have to get Jen here home." He proclaimed firmly.
"We have to get her home NOW."
We left amid puzzled glances and words from the other partygoers.
Rick had left his car at the police station and hitched a ride from another
cop to the warehouse, intending to stay the night with Charlie and have her
drive him to work the next morning. He piloted her Jetta at near-suicidal
speeds towards Charlie's apartment, his boner quite evident the entire time.
There was no discussion about what we were going to do when we got to our
destination, in fact there was little conversation at all, but we all knew.
Charlie's apartment was a pleasant one-bedroom just outside the downtown
area. It was upstairs near the back of the older complex. It was neat and
clean, full of feminine touches in its furnishings. The furniture was older
but still fashionable. We entered it and Rick and I sat down on the couch.
We didn't talk to each other, couldn't even look at each other while Charlie
whisked about the small apartment, turning down lights, lighting candles, and
turning on soft music. She opened a bottle of White Zinfandel and carried it
to the coffee table along with three glasses.
She looked at the two of us in exasperation as she poured the wine. "Why are
you two sitting at opposite ends of the couch?" She demanded. "Why aren't
you talking to each other? Why are you pretending that we don't all know why
we're here?"
Rick and I glanced at each other, embarrassment clearly in his eyes, as I'm
sure it was in mine. Strangely enough, something clicked between us at that
moment. We were both victims of Charlie's boldness.
She stood before us, glaring at us. "You can't say it?" She asked. "You
can't admit it? Fine. I'll say it for you. I'll put it into words. We're
all here to fuck each other. To fuck!" She yelled. "We're going to have a
threesome. A stinky, smelly, slimy, lustful threesome. Jen and I are going
to eat each other's pussies. Rick is going to fuck us both to our
satisfaction. I myself plan to have him fuck me up the ass while Jen eats
me! I plan to slurp his come out of Jen's pussy!" She turned her gaze to me,
her expression changing to mild concern. "Jen, you ARE on birth control,
aren't you?"
"Uh.." I stammered, shocked at her words. "Yes." I finally squeaked.
She smiled. "Good."
Rick seemed even more shocked than I was, cynical cop or not. "Charlie," He
asked. "What have, uh, you two done before?"
So Charlie told him an abridged version of both our shaving sessions and our
encounters in the warehouse. "While you were out there drinking beer and
bullshitting," She told him. "I was sticking my tongue in her shaved pussy."
She said, smiling. "She was fingering me. Getting me pretty fuckin' hot too.
I've been waiting for this all day. So let's get it on asshole!"
There was a pause. Once again neither Rick nor I could move. But Charlie
took charge.
"Don't you want to see his cock Jen?" She asked me. "You've been staring at
the bulge all night. Why don't you check it out in the flesh?"
I looked at her, seeing the challenging look in her eyes. I looked at Rick,
seeing the nervous but aroused look in his. He smiled weakly at me.
Thanks to the alcohol I was able to move forward, breaking the ice. I slid
along the length of the couch towards Rick and his large bulge. I reached
forward with my hand, wanting to touch it, part of me screaming that I was a
married woman and that this was madness, a bigger part of me wanting to take
him into my mouth. His expression became eager as I reached for him.
Charlie's became obscenely lustful.
I put my hand on the warm hardness of his crotch, feeling him through his
shorts. He sighed, his hips elevating off of the couch to meet my caress.
Charlie's breathing picked up a few notches. I began to massage and squeeze
him through his shorts, feeling the length and breadth of him, feeling the
pulsation of his muscle. It was turgid.
"Do you like the way it feels?" Charlie asked me, her hand gliding over my
bare legs, inching towards my upper thighs.
I nodded.
"What?" She insisted.
"Yes." I finally admitted, while Rick groaned, his eyes flitting from my hands
to Charlie's.
"Then take it out." Charlie ordered, her fingers sliding up the hem of my
shorts, caressing my butt cheeks.
Rick facilitated this process by kicking off his shoes (and hitting Charlie's
cat with one of them, causing the feline to streak out of the room with an
angry yowl, seeking safer territory). I unsnapped his shorts and then
unzipped them slowly, revealing his blue underwear. I inserted my fingers
into the waistband and tugged them downward, over his hips to his thighs.
His cock popped out before my eyes. It was not the largest cock I'd ever
seen, but it was not the smallest either. It looked like it would feel good
inside of me. I pulled the shorts down and off, tossing them aside. Rick
removed his 'FUCK DEMOCRACY' shirt while I was doing this.
Once he was naked I grabbed his dick in my hand, feeling it, squeezing it. It
was the first dick other than my husband's that I'd touched in more than eight
years. It looked much the same but felt very different. It was forbidden,
something that I was not supposed to be touching, and that made it
excruciatingly exciting.
"Suck it." Rick whispered to me.
I glanced into his eyes for a moment and then returned my gaze to his cock.
Slowly I lowered my mouth and took him into it. I licked up and down,
kissing the shaft, fondling his hairy balls, feeling their texture. This was
the first blowjob I'd given since before marriage but the skills involved
came back to me quickly. I actually felt hungry for the cock, relishing it,
instead of doing a chore that was necessary to secure a husband.
Rick began to moan above me as I went to work in earnest, slurping up and down
the length of him, deep throating him, and sucking intently upon the head. As
I sucked I felt my own shoes and socks being removed by Charlie's hands. I
stretched out my legs to assist her in this process.
As I began establishing an up and down rhythm on Rick's cock, and as his hands
dropped down into my hair to help guide me, I felt my shorts being tugged down
my legs. My panties followed them.
I sucked for a moment more and then Charlie pulled me upwards, breaking the
suction that I had established. A groan of protest emitted from Rick's mouth.
I looked up to see that she had stripped naked, her trimmed bush standing out,
her nipples hard, her flesh flushed with sexual excitement.
"My turn." She said, grabbing hold of Rick's cock. "Get your clothes off."
She said, dropping her head and engulfing him. He moaned at the renewed
contact.
I stood up, in a fit of lust now, and removed my newly bought shirt and my
bra. Rick watched as I did this, his excited gaze making me want to sink my
pussy down on his cock. He reached out and pulled me to him, his hands making
contact at the small of my back. There were rough hands, very large, very
masculine. I came willingly.
Our mouths came together in a kiss, our tongues swirling together on films of
saliva. I sucked on his tongue and he sucked on mine. His hands came up and
started caressing my tits, making my body tingle. I felt another set of
fingers, softer, more feminine, run up my thigh and come to rest between my
legs. Two of them slid between my soaked lips, penetrating me, the knuckle of
one putting pressure on my clit.
I began to kiss Rick's neck and shoulders while Charlie fingered me and he
groped my tits, tweaking the nipples. He seemed fascinated with my tits,
feeling every square inch of them. I kissed my way down his body, moving over
his shoulders and across his sparsely hairy chest. I sucked his nipples and
then began to move lower. His hands lost contact with my tits as I sucked and
slurped my way across his firm abdomen. I moved across his belly button,
pausing there for a moment, and then was on his upper pubic area.
By now his pelvis was thrusting up and down with Charlie's sucking action. I
worked my mouth and tongue through his dark, curly pubic hair until I
encountered the base of his cock. Charlie's dark head was bobbing up and
down here, slurping wetly. There was a pool of her saliva gathered here. I
slurped eagerly at it, tasting Charlie. She smiled around his cock and
pulled her head off. Without discussion we both knew what to do. We
attached our lips to either side of his shaft, so that our lips were touching
and began to mover our mouths up and down rapidly
This made short work of him. His hips began to spasm. He began to groan
loudly. His hands dropped down into our hair. A second later, blasts of
white sperm were shooting out the end.
We attacked the head as he came, our hands jacking him, our tongues reaching
out to gather in his spurting seed. I'd never particularly liked the taste
of sperm but I drank my fill greedily, relishing it. My tongue swirled with
Charlie's as we drank, me gathering the seed from hers, hers gathering the
seed from mine. We ended in a deep soul kiss where we exchanged our
gatherings with each other, sucking tongues and sperm from one mouth to the
other, Rick's wet, spent cock pushing between our faces, wetting them.
Already Rick's cock was hardening once more. He grasped it with one of his
hands.
"I wanna see you two eat each other." He told us, staring at our naked bodies.
Charlie smiled, laying down on her coffee table, spreading her legs obscenely.
"You heard the man." She said.
I put my face between her widely spread legs, smelling her strong odor, seeing
her pouting pussy lips. I was stretching my tongue out to take the first lap
when Rick said, "No. Sixty-nine!"
"Yeah." Charlie agreed, bending forward and grabbing me, trying to twist me
around. "Sixty-nine."
I had no problem with this. I desperately needed some stimulation of my pussy
at this point. I spun around so my crotch was in Charlie's face, my tits
pushing into her stomach. As I lowered my mouth to her cunt and started to
lap, tasting her tart juices, I felt her hands on my ass pulling me downward.
I felt her tongue enter me and start lapping.
I did my best but I quickly learned that there is a major drawback to this
technique. Her tongue felt so good inside of me that I was hard-pressed to
concentrate on what I was doing in her pussy. And apparently my tongue felt
so good in her wet pussy that she had trouble concentrating on mine. What
she was doing felt great but not as good as what she'd done to me earlier
that day.
But Rick did not care about what we were feeling. He watched us with lust on
his face, his hand jacking on his still-wet, but very hard cock. At last he
could take it no more. He walked to the end of the table, near Charlie's
head, and a moment later I felt him slide deep inside of me in a single
thrust.
I moaned as I felt his hardness fill me and rub against the sensitive nerves
at the top of my pussy. He began to move in and out of me while Charlie
continued to slurp at me. I have never felt anything like it before. His
cock pounded in and out while my sister-in-law began sucking upon my clit.
It wasn't a minute before the orgasm that I'd been trying to achieve all
night began working it's way through my body.
When I came it was with an intensity that I'd never imagined before. It
spread from my crotch throughout my entire body. Even my hair felt like it
was part of the orgasm as my hips slammed backwards into Rick's pounding
pelvis. My spasms ended but Rick continued to slam into me. Charlie
continued to slurp and suck at me. The odor of our sex was filling the room.
I felt orgasm number two already worming it's way forward.
I lowered my mouth to Charlie's pussy once more and started to suck on her
clit, which was protruding out. I suctioned her hot, wet clit, feeling it
grow and pulsate in my mouth, tasting her nectar on my tongue. Her pelvis
started to mash against my mouth and in less than a minute she was moaning
and screaming her way through a come.
Rick picked up the pace of his thrusts, his hands squeezing my tits once more.
I heard him panting uncontrollably. I heard the wet squish of our copulation.
Charlie kept licking and sucking at me. My second orgasm was even more
powerful than the first and it triggered Rick's. His thrusts became erratic
and punctuated with hard, almost painful, but still pleasurable squeezes on my
breasts. He cried out and I felt his load shooting inside of me, splashing my
insides.
My God, is there anything that feels better than a load shooting against your
cervix?
His thrusts finally slowed down and stopped. I felt his dick withdraw rapidly
from me, leaving me feeling empty and unfulfilled. Before I could protest
however, I felt Charlie's hands rolling me over. My back contacted the coffee
table. My legs were spread wide.
I looked down the length of my body and saw Charlie's grinning face staring at
me from between my legs. She licked her lips and then sank her face down,
putting her tongue inside of me. She began to lap up the ejaculation of her
boyfriend from my vagina.
It went on for more than two hours. Eventually we moved to Charlie's bed
were we REALLY had some sex. I sucked Charlie to orgasm again while she
sucked Rick to a new erection. He took his new erection and put it in her
ass (with the help of some baby oil) and fucked her while I continued to eat
her. After she came I demanded, in a fit of drunken lust, that he put it in
MY ass, even though I'd never done such a thing before. He lubed himself up
and slid it carefully inside of me, taking his time in penetration while
Charlie held me, kissing my cheeks and lips. It hurt at first but when I got
used to it, WOW. And when Charlie put her mouth on my pussy while he
ass-fucked me, I had two of the most powerful orgasms I'd ever experienced.
Rick shot his third load of the night up my ass and I enjoyed it.
His fourth load of the night was in Charlie's cunt while I sucked her tits and
played with Rick's balls.
Shortly after that he proclaimed himself spent and fell asleep on Charlie's
bed.
My pussy and ass were sore but Charlie and I each sucked each other to one
more orgasm.
Finally I climbed into the shower and cleaned myself off. Charlie drove me
home in her Jetta while Rick continued to sleep. We didn't talk on the way,
not so much as a single word, but we exchanged a deep kiss in front of my
house. I didn't even care what the neighbors or David might think if they saw
us.
As I walked up to my house I saw that my mother's car was gone from the
driveway. So David had come home while I was gone. I knew I should have some
emotions about facing my husband after what I'd just gone through but I felt
devoid of them. I wasn't worried, scared, guilty, or nervous.
I entered my dark house and made my way to the bedroom.
David was in bed, a law book on his chest, his eyes closed, soft snores coming
from him. He didn't wake up as I undressed and climbed in beside him. I
didn't cuddle up to him, but kept my distance.
I stared at his sleeping form, wondering what I was going to do next. Could
anything be the same after this?
Al Steiner -- 4-8-99
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