Amiga ISO Collection/AmigaDemoCD2.iso/ASCII/TEXTE/SEX/ADULTSHARE/A/AFAN_08.2

Text File | 1994-03-26 | 24.8 KB | 524 lines

@BEGIN_FILE_ID.DIZ
Start of part 2@END_FILE_ID.DIZ


     He pumped himself into her hot twat for about a dozen or so
strokes.  Then he pulled out, and immediately began to press his
swollen organ into Dawn's cunt.  She was tight, very tight, even
tighter than he had expected.  His initial thrust had only succeeded
in burying the head of his trouser monster in the fiery cavity just
beyond the entrance guarded by Dawn's bright pink labia.  Not one
to be easily discouraged, however, Tony kept pushing until he was
in her all the way.  Reaching between the two sweating bodies beneath
him with both hands, he took a tight grip on Dawn's extraordinary
nipples and squeezed them hard between his fingertips.  He heard her
moan loudly and felt her thrust her hips back at him as he began some
serious thrusting of his own.

     After only about ten strokes, the muscles inside her love canal
locked his shaft in a steel-like grip as she climaxed strongly.  It
took all the control he could muster to keep his sperm from spewing
out the end of his dick.

Tony let her finish, and then switched back to fucking Claire.  If
at all possible, he wanted to bring her off before he shot his load.
He repeatedly gave her his best, twisting thrusts, pushing in from
an angle at one side and then the other to increase the friction.
Over and over again he pounded himself into her, and at last, she
convulsed in pleasure.

     Now he felt free to come himself.  His immense ego did not want
to deprive either woman of the prize they had both worked so hard
for.  He slipped his throbbing prick out of Claire's twat, took a
tight grip on it, and leaned back slightly on his haunches.  He gave
it a couple of good strokes, and a couple was all it needed.  He spewed
out a veritable torrent of fuck juice, taking careful aim to ensure
it splashed equally onto both gaping cunts, hosing them down like
a fireman putting out a fire.

     When his jets of cream slowed down to a trickle, he wiped the
remaining drops off the head of his dick onto Dawn's tight ass cheeks.
Then he fell back onto the bed to catch his breath.

     The ladies wanted to go into the bathroom and clean themselves
up, but he refused their request.  "I kind of like the way you look
with my come all over your cunts," he chuckled.  "Let's have another
drink before the next round," he suggested.  "We're not finished yet."

     "I'm game," Claire answered quickly.  "All that fucking and
sucking made me thirsty."

     Dawn simply signaled her consent by nodding her head.

     Tony served them their drinks, and they sipped them at a leisurely
pace as they recuperated.  By the time the drinks were finished, they
all felt refreshed.

     Although Tony's dick was still soft, it was he who urged them
to get started again.  He told Dawn to lie down on her back with her
legs bent at the knee and spread wide, and had Claire perch on all
fours over her body in a classic "69" position.

     "O.K., Claire," he said, "I think you know what to do from here."

     Claire needed little encouragement.  The words were hardly out
of his mouth before her talented tongue was busily engaged deep in
the intimate folds of Dawn's musky womanhood, licking up a combination
of Dawn's juices and Tony's dried sperm.  It didn't take long after
this delightful contact was initially made with her most private
possession for Dawn's head to snap back and a long, high pitched wail
to issue from deep within her throat.  Her third climax of the day
had announced it's arrival.

     Even though Claire's shaved cunt was only an inch or so from
Dawn's lovely face, she had not yet made a move to make contact with
it.  Tony was impatient to see her pink tongue exploring the inner
reaches of Claire's twat.  "Well, what are you waiting for, Dawn?"
he asked.  "Start eating her pussy!"

     "I don't know how," she responded.  "I'm not sure what to do."

     "Just do to her the same thing that she's doing to you," Tony
advised, being something of an authority at cunt lapping himself,
"or do what you'd like her to do to you.  Be creative, experiment
a little.  You'll know when you're do something she likes, believe
me."

     Dawn looked up at Claire's slit, which was encrusted with a
translucent coating of crusty come.  She gave it a tentative lick,
causing a flake of the substance to drop off into her mouth.  Then
she gave it a long, slow lap from one end to the other that made Claire
squirm and audibly suck in air.  Thus encouraged by having received
this positive feedback, Dawn dove in to her task, making up for with
a great deal enthusiasm whatever she may have lacked in technique
and experience.  She lapped Claire's cunt lips, sucked on her clit,
and occasionally drove her tongue deep into Claire's hole.  Meanwhile,
Claire returned the favor with equal fervor.  Soon, both their faces
were covered with each other's pussy juice.

     As they devoured each others cunts, Tony stroked his stiff cock
with one hand, and their supple bodies with the other.  He then decided
to become an even more active participant in the festivities.  He
absolutely had to get his prick into those fabulous cunts again, both
of them.  He just couldn't decide which order he wanted to dick them
in, first Dawn and then Claire, or first Claire and then Dawn.  At
last he decided to do Dawn first.  After all, he had already done
Claire a number of times on previous occasions and, before today,
it had been some time since he'd had a nice, young twat wrapped around
his kidney prodder.

     Tony moved around to where Claire's face met Dawn's twat.  He
tapped Claire on the shoulder to get her attention, and when she looked
up at him, he quickly replaced her tongue with his shaft, pushing
it deeply into Dawn's love hole.

     It was a slightly looser fit than the first time he'd
entered it, but it was still a tight little love slot.  He fed his
dick all the way into her and began to pump.

     Not wanting to be left out of the giving end of the action
altogether, Claire used her initiative and started to lick the top
side of his cock each time his shaft was exposed.  Before he had
stroked her twenty times, he felt Dawn come strongly once again, but
continued to churn her butter, intent on his own pleasure.

     After a while, Claire apparently grew a little jealous.  She
turned her head, looked over her shoulder at him and pleaded, "What
about me?  My pussy needs some more filling too!"

     The glazed look in her eyes told him how much she really needed
what she asked for.  He slipped his throbbing dick out of Dawn's
grasping love channel and moved around behind Claire.  As soon as
he did, he saw Claire's head dive between Dawn's thighs once again.

Seconds later, he was positioned at the lower end of Claire's torso.
Dawn was busy sucking Claire's clit at the time, so he didn't even
have to move her head out of his way.  He  simply took careful aim,
rammed his pulsing meat home into her steaming depths, and just kept
on ramming it, over and over again.

     As he pounded into her, he could feel his balls dragging back
and forth over Dawn's face.  "Dawn," he hissed, "Lick my nuts while
I fuck Claire's cunt!"

     Dawn followed his directive immediately and effectively,
broadening her tongue and enthusiastically lapping his sensitive ball
sack each time it journeyed over her mouth.  It was obvious that in
the brief time she had been under his direction, she was rapidly
learning far more about sex than she had since she
reached puberty.

     After doing Claire's twat for about twenty strokes or so, Tony
switched back to Dawn's for a while.  He gave her about equal
treatment, and then changed over to Claire's cavity once again.  After
only a few pumps inside Claire, he sensed the come beginning to churn
in his balls, begging to be let out.

     He felt Claire's muscles tighten and then she began to spasm
in the throes of her climax.  This was the last straw.  Having already
exhausted all the self-control he could muster, he knew he had to
let his go soon.

     Just as it was ready to burst forth, he used his palm to push
down on the top of Dawn's forehead, effectively tilting her head well
back and causing her mouth to open wide.  Then he pulled his aching
prick out of Claire's cunt, and jammed its entire length into the
young girl's mouth and down her throat.  The additional pressure he
felt as its head pushed past the constricting ring of her esophagus
was all he needed to throw him over the top.  Burst after burst of
his boiling hot come spewed out the end of his throbbing hardon and
shot deeply down her throat.  Dawn gagged and tried to pull and twist
her head away from the onslaught, but to no avail.  He held her fast,
impaled on his fuck stick like a headhunter's trophy until the last,
feeble dollops of come dribbled from the end of his cock.

     When his dick started to soften, he withdrew it from Dawn's mouth.
She pushed Claire's limp body off her, turned over on her side, curled
up in a fetal position and began to cry.  "Calm her down, Claire,"
he called over his shoulder as he headed for the bathroom to clean
himself up.  "Then you two had better get dressed and go back to work.
You wouldn't want to be missed."

     Tony took his time in the bathroom, taking a long, leisurely
shower.  By the time he returned, the two women were gone.  After
he was dressed, he walked over to the room's closet, the door of which
had been slightly ajar the entire afternoon.

     He opened it the rest of the way, reached in, and pulled out
a mini-camcorder.  He switched the device off, tucked it under his
arm, and departed with a broad smile on his face.  "This little tape
will sure come in handy if Claire decided to try and end our
pleasurable relationship," he thought to himself.  "I might even decide
to use it to get myself another crack at that tight African-American
pussy of her secretary's.  She and Claire could be a nice start at
getting a little harem of love slaves together for myself."

     Claire didn't hear from Tony for almost another week, and to
tell the truth, she was kind of glad about it.  She felt a little
annoyed with him for being so rough with Dawn, and had a tough time
calming the young girl down afterwards.  The only reason she finally
succeeded was that she kept assuring her that it had been a one time
thing, and that Dawn had thereby earned the right to have the incident
of her being caught pilfering the petty cash was forgotten.  Claire
promised never to mention either incident ever again, and gave her
the next day off.  When Dawn came back to work, things seemed to be
generally back to normal between them.

     In between, she gave a lot of thought to the relationship between
Tony and herself.  Although she really loved and needed him, she came
to the realization that it had to end.  She knew she would be leaving
a large, unfulfilled hole in her psychic needs, but there was no other
way.  She was a married woman now, and would just have to put that
part of her life behind her.  The other primary factor that led to
her decision was the gnawing knowledge that she had actually enjoyed
herself immensely that fateful afternoon with Tony and Dawn, and that
frightened her deeply.  She decided that the next time they spoke,
she would have to break the news to him.

     As luck would have it, Tony called her at home early that evening.

     "Hi, Claire," he greeted her cheerfully.  "How've you been?"

     "Not too good, actually."  She took a deep breath to steel herself
for what she knew she must do next.

     "Tony, please don't be mad or hurt by what I'm going to say."

     "What's that?  What are you talking about?" he asked.

     "I don't know any good way to say this, but I guess it's best
to just come right out and tell you.  I've decided that we have to
break off our relationship right away."

     "What?!" Tony replied.

     "Tony, I'll be honest with you.  I still love you and need you,
but we can't see each other any more, at least not in the way we have
been.  We can still be friends and see each other on family occasions,
but that's it.  The rest of it has to be ended now."

     "Is your husband home?" Tony asked.

     "What does that have to do with this?.  Aren't you listening
to what I'm saying?"

     "Just answer my question.  Is he home now?" Tony repeated.

     "No, he's not," she answered.  "Bill called and said he had to
work a little late tonight.  Why do you ask?"

     "Then I'll be right over," Tony said briskly, and immediately
hung up the phone before she could voice an objection.

     Claire couldn't believe his reaction.  She just sat there, staring
at the dead phone receiver until her doorbell rang.  When she let
him in, he looked strangely calm and self-assured, much different
than he had sounded on the telephone.

     "What's all this crap about breaking off our relationship?  I
thought we had made a pact for life."

     "I'm sorry, Tony.  When I made those promises to you I really
and truly meant them with all my heart, but things are different now.
I'm married to a great guy, and trying to be a good wife to him at
the same time I'm trying to hold down a very demanding job.  This
connection between us is threatening to take over my life.  It's
getting out of control!"

     "If you remember correctly, you never were supposed to be in
control when it came to us.  You voluntarily surrendered that control
to me.  That was a large part of the basis of our relationship."

     "I know, but I've made up my mind.  Please don't try to change
it.  I've given this thing a lot of thought, and that's the way it
has to be.  Please don't make this any more difficult for me than
it is already."

     "Well, if you've made up your mind, then I guess that's that,
but before I go, there's a little present I'd like to give you."

     "No, Tony, no sex, not even one last time!  My husband will be
home at any minute," she said with great resolve in her voice.  Her
confidence in herself was building now that he had apparently resigned
himself to the fact that their relationship was ended.

     "It's not sex.  It's this," he said calmly as he withdrew a
rectangular black object from his pocket.

     "What is it?" she asked curiously.

     "I was hoping you'd ask that.  Do you mind if I turned on your
VCR for a few minutes?"

     "No," she answered, with a very confused lilt to her voice.

     Tony walked over to the television, and turned it and the VCR
on.  Then he inserted the object into the machine's slot, picked up
the remote control, and pressed the "Play" button.

     "It was a video tape, that's what that thing was," she thought.
"How stupid of me not to have recognized it.  But what did a video
tape have to do with what was going on here and now?"

     The T.V. screen was covered with electronic snow for a few seconds
as she watched it curiously.  All of a sudden, a color picture appeared
and snapped into focus.  It was a wide angle shot of a room that looked
strangely familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.  The camera angle
encompassed a couch and a bed, but no people were visible.

     "What's this all about?" she asked impatiently.

     "Just wait a minute," Tony replied.  "You'll see."

     Just then, two people walked into the scene, two women.  It took
her a couple of seconds for the realization to hit her, but when it
hit, it did so like a ton of bricks.  It was her and Dawn, and they
were in that hotel room from last week!  No wonder it had looked so
familiar!

     "What's going on here?" she asked incredulously.

     "The proper question is not what's going on here, but what went
on there, and I think we'll get an answer to that one pretty soon.
This is a great little movie, just watch."

     He fast forwarded the tape to the point where Claire was kissing
Dawn on the mouth and touching her breasts through her blouse.

     "Now it's just starting to get interesting," Tony said.  "Let
me show you a few of the really good parts."

     He fast forwarded the tape again, and now both she and Dawn were
naked from the waist up, locked in a passionate embrace.  Claire still
could not believe her eyes.  She was so absolutely astounded that
she couldn't move or speak.  She just stood there and stared at the
T.V. screen, literally with her mouth hanging open.

     Tony pushed the fast forward button again, to the point where
she and Dawn were fucking each other with the double ended dildo.
He let her eyes drink in that scene for a bit before he pushed the
button again, this time stopping it at a vista of them in a '69' while
Claire herself sucked on a large cock.  Although she knew the cock
belonged to Tony, his face seemed to have been blocked out in the
picture.  Every other detail, however, was explicitly clear, even
down to the depraved, lecherous look on her face as she enthusiastical-
ly slurped on the spear of flesh.

     "I think that's one of my favorite scenes," he said as he laughed
heartily, "but there's so many good ones, I really can't make up my
mind.  Is there any particular part you'd like to see?"

     "H...How did you, how did you do this?  And why?" she stammered,
finally regaining the use of her tongue.

     "The how is not important," he said matter of factly.  "The why
is a little more complicated."

     "Give me that tape!" she shouted, and lunged past him towards
the VCR.

     Tony just let her go by.  She ejected the cartridge from the
machine and began to tear the tape out of it, strewing it all over
her living room floor.  Then she threw the cartridge to the ground
and stomped on it several times, smashing it into assorted sized pieces
of black plastic.

     "That's too bad," Tony said cooly as he watched her.  "I thought
you would have wanted to save that for a souvenir.  It really doesn't
matter though.  If you want another copy, just let me know."

     Her head snapped around in his direction.  "What do you mean?
What are you talking about?" she asked in a highly
agitated manner.

     "All I mean is that I still have the original of that tape.
As a matter of fact, I have several copies of it as well, but most
of them are packed up, waiting to be mailed to the president of that
company you work for and all the members of their board of directors.
All I have to do is take them down to the Post Office and get some
stamps put on them.  I'll bet those tight-assed motherfuckers will
shit when they see their star executive eating her Black secretary's
cunt and chomping on a hardon.  You'll be the talk of the executive
dining room."

     "You can't be serious," she sputtered, more as a question than
a statement.  "Why would you do something like that to me?"

     "You'd better believe I'm damned serious," Tony replied.  "I
guess you noticed that I edited the tape to block my face out so it
can't be traced to me.  As for the why, I just can't let you make
this mistake.  When we made the agreement that you would completely
subjugate yourself to my will forever in anything related to sex,
you entered into it freely.  You did that because you needed to
relinquish control in that part of your life to relieve the pressure
cause by the business and other aspects of your existence.


     "Now you have more pressure on you than you ever did, and you
want to give up the only part of your life where you can really let
yourself go.  It doesn't make sense, and I'm not going to let you
do it without a fight.  You need our relationship more now than you
ever did to help maintain your sanity.  Besides, you know that, deep
down inside, you enjoy the nasty things that we do together almost
as much as I do.  If you didn't, you wouldn't get off as easily as
you do when we perform them."

     Claire stood there, staring at the floor.  Her shoulders drooped
listlessly and her arms hung limply at her sides.  She felt defeated,
and she was.

     "What do you want me to do?" she asked in a very small voice.

     "Absolutely nothing.  Just agree to keep our relationship the
same as it has been indefinitely.  We'll go on the exactly like we
did before, as if this little problem never occurred, and I'll keep
the copies of the tape locked up in a safe place.  I give you my word.
Do I have yours?"

     There was a long pause while Claire tried to think of some other
alternative, but there were none.  She had to acquiesce "O.K.," she
said numbly.  "I agree."

     "Good," Tony said cheerfully.  "Then it's a deal.  By the way,
I have to go out of town on business for a while, so I won't be able
to see you until a month from this coming Saturday."

     After all that had happened between them, she was surprised to
realize she actually felt a twinge of disappointment at the prospect
of his extended absence.  Somehow that made her feel a little ashamed.

     He handed her a piece of paper.  "This is a list of the clothes
I want you to wear.  Be ready at 7:30 p.m..  We're going to a little
party, so we'll probably be getting home pretty late, after 2:00 a.m.
anyway."

     "After 2:00 a.m.?  What will I tell Bill?  I can't tell him that
I'm going to a party with you.  He'll want to know why he wasn't
invited."

     "Tell him it's a business related party that I needed a date
for, and you agreed to do me a favor as a friend.  He trusts me.
I'm sure he'll buy it."

     "Alright.  That sounds plausible," she commented.

     "By the way," he added, "I want you to be exceptionally horny
when I get back, so don't have sex with your husband at all while
I'm gone.  I don't even want you to masturbate."

     "But what will I tell Bill?  I can't just cut him off cold without
a good reason!"

     "I don't know.  Make something up.  Tell him you have a yeast
infection or something.  Just make sure he keeps his dick, fingers
and tongue out of you until we get back from that party.

     "I'd better go now, He'll probably be walking in the door any
second now.  Bye."

     Tony kissed Claire on the cheek and walked towards the door.
As he went through it, he turned and said, "You'd better clean up
the remains of that video cassette.  You wouldn't want him to get
curious about what's on it."

     The moment he had closed the door behind him, Claire sat down
and wept.  At first she was absolutely convinced that she was crying
tears of sorrow because of the terrible mess the events of the day
had left her life in, but after a while, the thought struck her that
she wasn't really sure that they weren't tears of joy that her
relationship with Tony was not yet over.  The enigma did not resolve
itself, but just kept rattling around inside her head, a question
without a clear answer.

     On the designated Saturday night, Tony arrived at Claire's condo
at 7:30 p.m. sharp.  He sat and made small talk with her husband,
Bill, for a few minutes while he waited for her to finish getting
ready.  When she came out into the living room, she already had her
trench coat on.

     "How about letting me see how you look before you leave?" Bill
asked.

     "I'm sorry," she replied.  We just don't have time.  We're running
late already.  You can see when I get back."

     "I'll probably be asleep by then," he said as he kissed her
goodbye.

     Tony and Bill shook hands.  "Thanks for letting me use your wife
tonight," Tony said casually.

     Claire winced at his blatantly double entendre remark, but it
seemed to go right over Bill's head.  "That's O.K., any time," Bill
replied in a friendly manner.

     "That's the real spirit of this family," Tony said.  "Share and
share alike."  Claire winced again, and they took their leave.

     Before he allowed her to get in the car, Tony had Claire remove
her trench coat and put it in the back seat.  Then he inspected his
charge.

     "Hmm, nice sexy dress and high heels you have on," he
commented approvingly as he looked her over.  Good choice.  The makeup
could be a little heavier though.  You can fix it when we get there.
I want it to look good and slutty.  I assume you have the sexy
underwear on underneath that I told you to wear in my note?  Push
up bra, garter belt, seamed lace-top stockings, waist cincher, and
bikini panties with a G-string underneath them?  Did you shave your
pussy good and close like the note said to do?"

     "Yes," Claire answered.  "Everything is exactly like you wanted
it."

  "O.K. then," he said.  "I guess we're ready.  Let's go."

     He let her into the car, and they drove off.  They had been
driving for about half an hour before he spoke again.

     "I suppose you're wondering why I asked you to dress this way.
Well, now I'm ready to tell you.  A friend of mine is getting married
soon and tonight is his bachelor party.  We rented a big hotel suite
for it.  You're going to be their entertainment for the night.
End of part 2