A classic from kendasplendour, who as far as I know never wrote another story after this one. And that's a damn shame. I love bringing these blasts from the distant past to the site, hope you enjoy it too. The email associated with the author was/is kendasplendour@hotmail.com
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The bell rang above the door of the Pharmacy as Michelle Stevens entered. Phil Barnett, the young man in the white coat behind the counter looked up. "Why hello there, kitten!" he grinned. "Had a good day?". Michelle didn't say anything, instead leaning over the counter and giving him a lingering kiss.
"Oh, it's been a long day," she said when she finally pulled her lips away from his. "It always is when John is around."
John was her husband of 2 years. He was the director of the local internet firm, who adored his wife more than anything else in the world,but that didn't make him any more interesting, in bed or otherwise. Michelle had started her affair with Phil within three month of their wedding. Perhaps, she often thought, marrying John solely because he was rich was a mistake.
"Actually, I think I might have found something to help you with that!" grinned Phil. "Remember that little fantasy we were talking about?"
Michelle's jaw dropped open and turned into a smile, "You've found a way to do it?"
Phil grinned back. "I think I have!"
Michelle squealed and threw her arms around him "Oh yes! Oh yes! Tell me more!!!"
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As the week went by, Michelle could do little but think of what she and Phil had in store for John. Even the thought of it turned her wet, and she knew that Phil was as excited. They had originally planned for it to begin on the Saturday, but John was attending a conference all week. The following weekend, however, he was free,
Finally, the following Saturday came. Michelle's alarm rang at 8am; normally she'd sleep in, but today was a special day, after all - she and Phil were calling it her "second honeymoon!". She looked over at the sleeping form of John beside her. He'd actually bought her a present after being away the previous week, a ring or something, but that wasn't important right now. The most important thing was currently in the brown paper bag inside her handbag. She took it out and went downstairs.
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"Come on, sleepy head! Wake up!"
John shielded his eyes against the morning sunlight as his wife came into the room. "It's... it's 8am! I thought you liked to sleep in on weekends?" he chuckled.
"I do normally, but I've got a surprise for you today! Here, drink this coffee I made. Maybe it'll help you wake up!" Michelle smiled at him.
She was wearing a really girly, flowery dress, the sort she normally wore to Church. John smiled, Michelle was normally so... distant... he guessed he'd have to buy her more presents in the future! Michelle handed him the coffee and told him "I've got a friend coming over, we'll be downstairs when you're ready!"
"Who is it?" asked John.
"Just a friend, he's great fun!" grinned Michelle.
Before she left, she reached over to her jewelry chest and put on the diamond necklace he'd bought her for their first wedding anniversary. John smiled, she was really making an effort today. She knew he loved it when she dressed up all girly!
The coffee kind of tasted funny, but John drank it anyway, the last thing he wanted to do was to put Michelle in a bad mood now! He finished the coffee, and reached inside the wardrobe and pulled out some clothes. The coffee didn't seem to have done its job, he still felt pretty sleepy. Not surprising though, considering all the work he'd done at the conference that week. He vaguely heard the door bell sound but ignored it and started to dress.
He checked himself in the mirror and went downstairs, vaguely wondering who Michelle's guest was. He saw him as he entered the living room, it was Phil, the local Pharmacist guy. He'd never spoken to him before but knew that Michelle was an old friend of his. He noticed that Michelle was wearing flowery perfume, again, very girly and not like her at all. She was sat next to Phil, and they were both watching the repeat of a football game on TV.
"Hi! You're Phil, right?!"
"Pleased to meet you, John!" Phil shook John's hand, and sat back down next to Michelle. "The games just about to finish, check it out!"
John sat down in the chair adjacent to them and took in the game. "It's only the third quarter, plenty of time to go yet!"
"Shush and sit still!" said Phil.
"He's supposed to be our guest, he shouldn't talk to me like that!" thought John, as he looked back over at the TV. A few minutes passed. "Michelle's quiet", he thought. He then looked over at where Phil was sitting. and got the shock of his life.
Michelle was sitting there, in the dress she wore to church, resting her head against Phil's shoulder. That in itself was pretty bad, but what made it unimaginably worse was that Phil had at some stage unzipped his fly, and the head of his soft cock was poking out!
"What the hell?!" John tried to cry, but it came out in a whisper.
"What, dear?" smiled Michelle. "Phil's cock?"
John tried to yell again, but found himself barely able to open his mouth. He tried to get out of the seat, but nothing happened. He didn't feel numb or anything, he could feel and sense everything, but he couldn't move!
"Don't you think it's nice?" asked Michelle, before leaning down and gently giving the cock-head a single, lingering lick. "It tastes so good! And when Phil puts it inside me," Michelle let out a sigh. She moved her hand over it, and started to fondle the cock, while Phil hung his head back, sighing.
His cock quickly began to swell and become hard. Michelle kissed it again. "Oh, it's so much better than John's!" she said aloud. As she said this, Phil began to slip his hand into the top of her dress, his fingers sliding inside her bra. John couldn't see much more from where he was, but tears of humiliation and rage were beginning to stream down his face at what his wife and Phil, her lover, were doing in front of his very eyes!
"Hell, I can't wait. I need you," groaned Phil. He pulled down his pants, and then reached under Michelle's dress and quickly pulled her panties down, tossing them to one side.
"Phil! You know I like a tidy house! Don't just put those anywhere!" giggled Michelle. She stood up, picked up the panties, and placed them on John's head, making sure that he could still see everything, and that the crotch of the panties was over his nose. "You'll look after them for me, won't you John?" she grinned. "Now, what did you say you wanted, Phil?"
Phil gave out a loud groan, grabbed her and pushed her up against the living room wall, impaling her with his dick, fucking her as hard as he could. "AAAAH!" he gasped, in between Michelle's pants and moans. "Fuck! you're so good!"
John was almost in a daze, more humiliated than he ever thought possible. Here he was, slumped in the chair, while opposite him his wife, dressed in her Sunday best, was being fucked against the wall by a man he barely knew! And enjoying it too.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" panted Phil, slowing to a stop and tensing, obviously climaxing.
"Ooooooooh," moaned Michelle. "Oh yeah baby! Oh yeah!!"
They parted, and Phil lay down on the couch.
You cum so much! I'm drenched inside!" giggled Michelle.
"Enjoy that, John?" he laughed, looking John in face. "I'm sure he did!" giggled Michelle, looking flushed, her dress crumpled with one creamy white tit popping out, its rosy red nipple erect and bigger than John ever remembered it being.
"You loved it didn't you John?!" She laughed, and, grabbing John, dragged him across the room to Phil.
"You... loved... every... single... second... of... that... didn't... you... John?" While she was saying this, she was rubbing Johns face over Phil's spent cock and balls. She stopped for a moment, and leant out to give a long kiss to Phil, leaving John's head resting against his wet dick.
She then took hold of him again and rubbed his face against the dick a few more times, before dropping John to floor, and grinning at Phil.
"Come on, let's go grab breakfast somewhere! All that screwing makes me tired! You don't want anything, do you John? No? I guess not."
After cleaning themselves up, they left the house and appeared to head out into town. While they were gone, John tried to move but couldn't. Cum from Phil's cock was smeared on his face and he could smell it, but couldn't get it off! He loved his wife! How could she do this to him? And she had left him here, unable to move on the floor, while she enjoyed a hearty meal with her lover! He started to sob.
A long time passed. How long, he couldn't say, but it was at least two hours. At last, he heard the front door open. As Phil and Michelle entered the house, John was still where Michelle left him, face down on floor.
"John! I hope you've had a great time while we've been gone!" giggled Michelle as she winked at Phil.
"After we had our meal, we went out into the woods and had a little kiss'n'cuddle - sorry we took so long! We didn't do anything... naughty though, so don't worry!"
Michelle pulled him over. "Mmmmmm! You smell nice! I bet that deep down, you're glad you drank our special coffee this morning, aren't you?! Say yes!"
"Yes" said John, suddenly. A sense of fear seized him, he hadn't meant to say that!
"I thought so!" said Michelle in a sing-song voice. "And I bet you wish you had a lovely boyfriend like Phil too, don't you?! Say yes!"
"Yes..." John found himself saying.
Michelle laughed. "Now - tell me how much you like being under our control, and maybe I'll give you a treat!"
"I like being under your control very much," John found himself saying, although he didn't mean a word of it! He tried to move but again found that he couldn't.
"You see, John. The coffee you drank this morning, well, basically it means that from now on, you'll obey whatever you're told. Which is a good thing, isn't it? Say,yes,"
"Yes." said John, tears once more beginning to stream down his face.
"Now," said Michelle looking thoughtfully, "Why don't you... get on your knees, crawl over to Phil and give him a long, slow, deliberate blowjob? Don't bother with a condom, I think you'll enjoy it a *lot* more without one!"
John's heart began to race! No! There was no way in hell he would ever agree to do this! But his body betrayed him, and began crawling over to the grinning Phil. His stomach was churning as he unzipped Phil's fly and took his cock out of his pants. No! No! The thought of even being near another man's dick made him feel ill, but here it was! He tried to resist, but his body didn't respond... he tried to pull away, but couldn't... he even tried to shut his mouth, but it remained firmly open!
And then it happened.
John took Phil's semi-hard cock in his hands, and clamped his mouth over the head. His tongue started to lick the head, and he could feel the cock quickly swelling to full-size as his tongue moved around the shaft slowly. His mouth began to move down the length of the shaft... slowly... deliberately.
When his mouth was full and he felt like he was about to gag, he suddenly pulled back....again, slowly and gently, his tongue licking the shaft the whole time. He could taste everything and it repulsed him to his very core, but his body wouldn't stop. When only the head was still in his mouth, he found himself giving it a quick suck, before slowing taking the dick back in again.
The blowjob went on for half an hour.
And then, Phil started to groan louder and louder. He began pumping his dick in and out of John's mouth. Fast. And hard. "Oh yeah, John! You are gonna love this!!" he cried out! He tensed, and John felt Phil's dick spasm and throb in his mouth! Cum flooded from the cock-head into his mouth.
"Swallow it you nasty bastard!" laughed Michelle, and John found himself gulping the cum down, while Phil's cock spasmed and spurted more and more of it out, all the while, John was face fucking him! When the flow stopped, Michelle quickly shouted, "Now, crawl away from him and lie on your back!" John did as he was told, feeling like he was about to vomit any second.
"Listen" said Michelle, in an almost soothing tone. "When we were out, Phil and I, uh, well, Phil was feeling my tits and ass the whole time, and I'm so horny! And seeing you give him such a *good* blowjob has just made it worse! I'm gonna have to fuck him again! But... well, I'm sure neither of us can be bothered going to the bedroom, and I'd hate to mess up any of your beautiful furniture! Do you think you could... do us a favor?"
John stared at her, guttural sobs coming from him mouth. Michelle looked at him and smiled broadly. "Thanks!" she chuckled.
Phil moved over and grabbed her tits through her sensible dress. "You are so HOT!" he drawled, before squeezing. Hard.
"Oooooh yeah baby!" Michelle replied. "So why don't you, like, rip this fucking dress off now! It's only one that John bought me, anyway."
Phil laughed. John could not see what was happening, being laid back on the floor, but heard a tearing sound. For the next 10 or so minutes, all he could here were kissing sounds, and occasional gasps. Suddenly, the two lovers stepped over him. both are completely naked.
"John! You'll make such a great bed for us!" Phil said to him.
"Oh yeah!" Michelle sat on John's chest and spread her legs. Her pussy lips were spread wide, the short dark curls around them wet with moisture. Her 34B breasts were creamy, with jutting nipples and just a few freckles on them.
Phil stepped forward, and Michelle opened her mouth as he pushed his cock into it. Several minutes passed, with Michelle sat on John's chest, Phil's cock sliding in and out of her mouth, groans coming from both of them. No sounds came from John. His face was slightly red, as if he were having trouble breathing due to Michelle's weight on his chest.
Suddenly, Michelle reached forward and put both her hands on Phil's thighs, pushing him away from her ever so slightly. "I need you in me, Phil" she groaned. "Fuck me! Now! John is going to love this so much!"
She lay back on John, and lifted her legs in the air. Phil laughed, and within seconds had slid his cock inside Michelle's pussy, and was shafting her. Hard. Harder. Harder still. Michelle was almost screaming in ecstasy with each thrust, her pussy lips quivering as the cock went in and out of her. John's body was jolted with every thrust.
Moaning was also coming from John, but it sounded more like pain to both Phil and Michelle. And that turned them on even more. "Harder!" screamed Michelle. "Harder!"
"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Phil was saying, pushing in and out of Michelle faster. Faster. Faster! Faster! Faster!!!
John gasped and groaned in pain, as his body struggled for breath, as the couple fucked on top of him! Michelle's naked buttocks were pressing into his stomach over and over again. "Oh yeah, baby! Oh yeah!" Michelle was whimpering, as Phil pounded her. "Oh yeah... cum in me, cum in me!"
John's painful groans were obviously annoying Phil. "Shut it, John! I need you, Michelle. Lets go upstairs, he's putting me off!"
"No, we couldn't do that!" said Michelle. "He'd feel so... neglected! No, I know how we can quieted him down a bit."
And with that, they paused in mid thrust, and Michelle stood up, and squatted over Johns' head. Slowly, she reached around and pulled her two soft buttocks apart. John's world was still a whirl of pain, but he was still aware enough to make out Michelle's asshole directly above him.
"We just need to muffle you a bit, don't we dear?" was the last thing he heard before the world went black.
There was something over his mouth! The sounds coming out of his mouth were barely audible, but for each cry he made, the thing pressed against his mouth shuddered. He could breathe in through his nose, and could just about manage to get some air, in a stinky kind of way, but that was all. He could feel the weight of Michelle's ass cheeks on either side of his face.
Phil could barely believe it. There was Michelle, calmly sitting on the face of her still conscious husband! Smiling at him, her lover. A hungry smile. He straddled John's chest, bringing another muffled cry from John, causing Michelle to close her eyes in pleasure, and then he entered her again.
Without saying a word, the two slowly fucked, each of Phil's thrusts gently rocking John's face. 40 minutes passed, and John had almost completely stopped screaming. Phil began to thrust harder. Faster. And harder still.
"Yes!" gasped Michelle. A steady knocking sound developed, getting louder and louder. It was the sound of the back of Johns head, being smacked against the hardwood floor.
They fucked hard on top of him. "I'm gonna cum!" grunted Phil. "Not yet!" gasped Michelle. She pushed him back and fell down to one side next to John. His face was red, his breathing ragged, but otherwise he seemed to be fine.
"You..*gasp*..look like you've,*gasp*,had a rough time, John! I don't..*gasp*..understand why!" said Michelle. "But don't worry, I've *gasp* got just the remedy, now swallow your milk like a good boy!"
She glanced at Phil and he knew what to do, just like they'd talked about when they first thought of this fantasy, all those months ago. With Michelle holding John's head in position, he began to jack off. Within seconds, he was cumming all over John's face and open mouth.
When he was done, John face was soaking. Michelle scooped up some of the last traces of cum in her hand, and turned John on his side. The back of his head was a bit swollen from the pounding it had taken. "There's a bit of swelling here, John. I'll apply some lotion!" and started to rub the cum into it.
When she was done, both Phil and Michelle stood up and looked at John. He was breathing hard and covered in cum and the mess of sex. Michelle yawned. "I reckon it's time for a break, don't you Phil? We've got to keep up our energy so we can have another great time with John later!"
Phil grinned, "Oh yeah!" he said, "Oh yeah!"
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The bell rang above the door of the Pharmacy as Michelle Stevens entered. Phil Barnett, the young man in the white coat behind the counter looked up. "Why hello there, kitten!" he grinned. "Had a good day?". Michelle didn't say anything, instead leaning over the counter and giving him a lingering kiss.
"Oh, it's been a long day," she said when she finally pulled her lips away from his. "It always is when John is around."
John was her husband of 2 years. He was the director of the local internet firm, who adored his wife more than anything else in the world,but that didn't make him any more interesting, in bed or otherwise. Michelle had started her affair with Phil within three month of their wedding. Perhaps, she often thought, marrying John solely because he was rich was a mistake.
"Actually, I think I might have found something to help you with that!" grinned Phil. "Remember that little fantasy we were talking about?"
Michelle's jaw dropped open and turned into a smile, "You've found a way to do it?"
Phil grinned back. "I think I have!"
Michelle squealed and threw her arms around him "Oh yes! Oh yes! Tell me more!!!"
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As the week went by, Michelle could do little but think of what she and Phil had in store for John. Even the thought of it turned her wet, and she knew that Phil was as excited. They had originally planned for it to begin on the Saturday, but John was attending a conference all week. The following weekend, however, he was free,
Finally, the following Saturday came. Michelle's alarm rang at 8am; normally she'd sleep in, but today was a special day, after all - she and Phil were calling it her "second honeymoon!". She looked over at the sleeping form of John beside her. He'd actually bought her a present after being away the previous week, a ring or something, but that wasn't important right now. The most important thing was currently in the brown paper bag inside her handbag. She took it out and went downstairs.
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"Come on, sleepy head! Wake up!"
John shielded his eyes against the morning sunlight as his wife came into the room. "It's... it's 8am! I thought you liked to sleep in on weekends?" he chuckled.
"I do normally, but I've got a surprise for you today! Here, drink this coffee I made. Maybe it'll help you wake up!" Michelle smiled at him.
She was wearing a really girly, flowery dress, the sort she normally wore to Church. John smiled, Michelle was normally so... distant... he guessed he'd have to buy her more presents in the future! Michelle handed him the coffee and told him "I've got a friend coming over, we'll be downstairs when you're ready!"
"Who is it?" asked John.
"Just a friend, he's great fun!" grinned Michelle.
Before she left, she reached over to her jewelry chest and put on the diamond necklace he'd bought her for their first wedding anniversary. John smiled, she was really making an effort today. She knew he loved it when she dressed up all girly!
The coffee kind of tasted funny, but John drank it anyway, the last thing he wanted to do was to put Michelle in a bad mood now! He finished the coffee, and reached inside the wardrobe and pulled out some clothes. The coffee didn't seem to have done its job, he still felt pretty sleepy. Not surprising though, considering all the work he'd done at the conference that week. He vaguely heard the door bell sound but ignored it and started to dress.
He checked himself in the mirror and went downstairs, vaguely wondering who Michelle's guest was. He saw him as he entered the living room, it was Phil, the local Pharmacist guy. He'd never spoken to him before but knew that Michelle was an old friend of his. He noticed that Michelle was wearing flowery perfume, again, very girly and not like her at all. She was sat next to Phil, and they were both watching the repeat of a football game on TV.
"Hi! You're Phil, right?!"
"Pleased to meet you, John!" Phil shook John's hand, and sat back down next to Michelle. "The games just about to finish, check it out!"
John sat down in the chair adjacent to them and took in the game. "It's only the third quarter, plenty of time to go yet!"
"Shush and sit still!" said Phil.
"He's supposed to be our guest, he shouldn't talk to me like that!" thought John, as he looked back over at the TV. A few minutes passed. "Michelle's quiet", he thought. He then looked over at where Phil was sitting. and got the shock of his life.
Michelle was sitting there, in the dress she wore to church, resting her head against Phil's shoulder. That in itself was pretty bad, but what made it unimaginably worse was that Phil had at some stage unzipped his fly, and the head of his soft cock was poking out!
"What the hell?!" John tried to cry, but it came out in a whisper.
"What, dear?" smiled Michelle. "Phil's cock?"
John tried to yell again, but found himself barely able to open his mouth. He tried to get out of the seat, but nothing happened. He didn't feel numb or anything, he could feel and sense everything, but he couldn't move!
"Don't you think it's nice?" asked Michelle, before leaning down and gently giving the cock-head a single, lingering lick. "It tastes so good! And when Phil puts it inside me," Michelle let out a sigh. She moved her hand over it, and started to fondle the cock, while Phil hung his head back, sighing.
His cock quickly began to swell and become hard. Michelle kissed it again. "Oh, it's so much better than John's!" she said aloud. As she said this, Phil began to slip his hand into the top of her dress, his fingers sliding inside her bra. John couldn't see much more from where he was, but tears of humiliation and rage were beginning to stream down his face at what his wife and Phil, her lover, were doing in front of his very eyes!
"Hell, I can't wait. I need you," groaned Phil. He pulled down his pants, and then reached under Michelle's dress and quickly pulled her panties down, tossing them to one side.
"Phil! You know I like a tidy house! Don't just put those anywhere!" giggled Michelle. She stood up, picked up the panties, and placed them on John's head, making sure that he could still see everything, and that the crotch of the panties was over his nose. "You'll look after them for me, won't you John?" she grinned. "Now, what did you say you wanted, Phil?"
Phil gave out a loud groan, grabbed her and pushed her up against the living room wall, impaling her with his dick, fucking her as hard as he could. "AAAAH!" he gasped, in between Michelle's pants and moans. "Fuck! you're so good!"
John was almost in a daze, more humiliated than he ever thought possible. Here he was, slumped in the chair, while opposite him his wife, dressed in her Sunday best, was being fucked against the wall by a man he barely knew! And enjoying it too.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" panted Phil, slowing to a stop and tensing, obviously climaxing.
"Ooooooooh," moaned Michelle. "Oh yeah baby! Oh yeah!!"
They parted, and Phil lay down on the couch.
You cum so much! I'm drenched inside!" giggled Michelle.
"Enjoy that, John?" he laughed, looking John in face. "I'm sure he did!" giggled Michelle, looking flushed, her dress crumpled with one creamy white tit popping out, its rosy red nipple erect and bigger than John ever remembered it being.
"You loved it didn't you John?!" She laughed, and, grabbing John, dragged him across the room to Phil.
"You... loved... every... single... second... of... that... didn't... you... John?" While she was saying this, she was rubbing Johns face over Phil's spent cock and balls. She stopped for a moment, and leant out to give a long kiss to Phil, leaving John's head resting against his wet dick.
She then took hold of him again and rubbed his face against the dick a few more times, before dropping John to floor, and grinning at Phil.
"Come on, let's go grab breakfast somewhere! All that screwing makes me tired! You don't want anything, do you John? No? I guess not."
After cleaning themselves up, they left the house and appeared to head out into town. While they were gone, John tried to move but couldn't. Cum from Phil's cock was smeared on his face and he could smell it, but couldn't get it off! He loved his wife! How could she do this to him? And she had left him here, unable to move on the floor, while she enjoyed a hearty meal with her lover! He started to sob.
A long time passed. How long, he couldn't say, but it was at least two hours. At last, he heard the front door open. As Phil and Michelle entered the house, John was still where Michelle left him, face down on floor.
"John! I hope you've had a great time while we've been gone!" giggled Michelle as she winked at Phil.
"After we had our meal, we went out into the woods and had a little kiss'n'cuddle - sorry we took so long! We didn't do anything... naughty though, so don't worry!"
Michelle pulled him over. "Mmmmmm! You smell nice! I bet that deep down, you're glad you drank our special coffee this morning, aren't you?! Say yes!"
"Yes" said John, suddenly. A sense of fear seized him, he hadn't meant to say that!
"I thought so!" said Michelle in a sing-song voice. "And I bet you wish you had a lovely boyfriend like Phil too, don't you?! Say yes!"
"Yes..." John found himself saying.
Michelle laughed. "Now - tell me how much you like being under our control, and maybe I'll give you a treat!"
"I like being under your control very much," John found himself saying, although he didn't mean a word of it! He tried to move but again found that he couldn't.
"You see, John. The coffee you drank this morning, well, basically it means that from now on, you'll obey whatever you're told. Which is a good thing, isn't it? Say,yes,"
"Yes." said John, tears once more beginning to stream down his face.
"Now," said Michelle looking thoughtfully, "Why don't you... get on your knees, crawl over to Phil and give him a long, slow, deliberate blowjob? Don't bother with a condom, I think you'll enjoy it a *lot* more without one!"
John's heart began to race! No! There was no way in hell he would ever agree to do this! But his body betrayed him, and began crawling over to the grinning Phil. His stomach was churning as he unzipped Phil's fly and took his cock out of his pants. No! No! The thought of even being near another man's dick made him feel ill, but here it was! He tried to resist, but his body didn't respond... he tried to pull away, but couldn't... he even tried to shut his mouth, but it remained firmly open!
And then it happened.
John took Phil's semi-hard cock in his hands, and clamped his mouth over the head. His tongue started to lick the head, and he could feel the cock quickly swelling to full-size as his tongue moved around the shaft slowly. His mouth began to move down the length of the shaft... slowly... deliberately.
When his mouth was full and he felt like he was about to gag, he suddenly pulled back....again, slowly and gently, his tongue licking the shaft the whole time. He could taste everything and it repulsed him to his very core, but his body wouldn't stop. When only the head was still in his mouth, he found himself giving it a quick suck, before slowing taking the dick back in again.
The blowjob went on for half an hour.
And then, Phil started to groan louder and louder. He began pumping his dick in and out of John's mouth. Fast. And hard. "Oh yeah, John! You are gonna love this!!" he cried out! He tensed, and John felt Phil's dick spasm and throb in his mouth! Cum flooded from the cock-head into his mouth.
"Swallow it you nasty bastard!" laughed Michelle, and John found himself gulping the cum down, while Phil's cock spasmed and spurted more and more of it out, all the while, John was face fucking him! When the flow stopped, Michelle quickly shouted, "Now, crawl away from him and lie on your back!" John did as he was told, feeling like he was about to vomit any second.
"Listen" said Michelle, in an almost soothing tone. "When we were out, Phil and I, uh, well, Phil was feeling my tits and ass the whole time, and I'm so horny! And seeing you give him such a *good* blowjob has just made it worse! I'm gonna have to fuck him again! But... well, I'm sure neither of us can be bothered going to the bedroom, and I'd hate to mess up any of your beautiful furniture! Do you think you could... do us a favor?"
John stared at her, guttural sobs coming from him mouth. Michelle looked at him and smiled broadly. "Thanks!" she chuckled.
Phil moved over and grabbed her tits through her sensible dress. "You are so HOT!" he drawled, before squeezing. Hard.
"Oooooh yeah baby!" Michelle replied. "So why don't you, like, rip this fucking dress off now! It's only one that John bought me, anyway."
Phil laughed. John could not see what was happening, being laid back on the floor, but heard a tearing sound. For the next 10 or so minutes, all he could here were kissing sounds, and occasional gasps. Suddenly, the two lovers stepped over him. both are completely naked.
"John! You'll make such a great bed for us!" Phil said to him.
"Oh yeah!" Michelle sat on John's chest and spread her legs. Her pussy lips were spread wide, the short dark curls around them wet with moisture. Her 34B breasts were creamy, with jutting nipples and just a few freckles on them.
Phil stepped forward, and Michelle opened her mouth as he pushed his cock into it. Several minutes passed, with Michelle sat on John's chest, Phil's cock sliding in and out of her mouth, groans coming from both of them. No sounds came from John. His face was slightly red, as if he were having trouble breathing due to Michelle's weight on his chest.
Suddenly, Michelle reached forward and put both her hands on Phil's thighs, pushing him away from her ever so slightly. "I need you in me, Phil" she groaned. "Fuck me! Now! John is going to love this so much!"
She lay back on John, and lifted her legs in the air. Phil laughed, and within seconds had slid his cock inside Michelle's pussy, and was shafting her. Hard. Harder. Harder still. Michelle was almost screaming in ecstasy with each thrust, her pussy lips quivering as the cock went in and out of her. John's body was jolted with every thrust.
Moaning was also coming from John, but it sounded more like pain to both Phil and Michelle. And that turned them on even more. "Harder!" screamed Michelle. "Harder!"
"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Phil was saying, pushing in and out of Michelle faster. Faster. Faster! Faster! Faster!!!
John gasped and groaned in pain, as his body struggled for breath, as the couple fucked on top of him! Michelle's naked buttocks were pressing into his stomach over and over again. "Oh yeah, baby! Oh yeah!" Michelle was whimpering, as Phil pounded her. "Oh yeah... cum in me, cum in me!"
John's painful groans were obviously annoying Phil. "Shut it, John! I need you, Michelle. Lets go upstairs, he's putting me off!"
"No, we couldn't do that!" said Michelle. "He'd feel so... neglected! No, I know how we can quieted him down a bit."
And with that, they paused in mid thrust, and Michelle stood up, and squatted over Johns' head. Slowly, she reached around and pulled her two soft buttocks apart. John's world was still a whirl of pain, but he was still aware enough to make out Michelle's asshole directly above him.
"We just need to muffle you a bit, don't we dear?" was the last thing he heard before the world went black.
There was something over his mouth! The sounds coming out of his mouth were barely audible, but for each cry he made, the thing pressed against his mouth shuddered. He could breathe in through his nose, and could just about manage to get some air, in a stinky kind of way, but that was all. He could feel the weight of Michelle's ass cheeks on either side of his face.
Phil could barely believe it. There was Michelle, calmly sitting on the face of her still conscious husband! Smiling at him, her lover. A hungry smile. He straddled John's chest, bringing another muffled cry from John, causing Michelle to close her eyes in pleasure, and then he entered her again.
Without saying a word, the two slowly fucked, each of Phil's thrusts gently rocking John's face. 40 minutes passed, and John had almost completely stopped screaming. Phil began to thrust harder. Faster. And harder still.
"Yes!" gasped Michelle. A steady knocking sound developed, getting louder and louder. It was the sound of the back of Johns head, being smacked against the hardwood floor.
They fucked hard on top of him. "I'm gonna cum!" grunted Phil. "Not yet!" gasped Michelle. She pushed him back and fell down to one side next to John. His face was red, his breathing ragged, but otherwise he seemed to be fine.
"You..*gasp*..look like you've,*gasp*,had a rough time, John! I don't..*gasp*..understand why!" said Michelle. "But don't worry, I've *gasp* got just the remedy, now swallow your milk like a good boy!"
She glanced at Phil and he knew what to do, just like they'd talked about when they first thought of this fantasy, all those months ago. With Michelle holding John's head in position, he began to jack off. Within seconds, he was cumming all over John's face and open mouth.
When he was done, John face was soaking. Michelle scooped up some of the last traces of cum in her hand, and turned John on his side. The back of his head was a bit swollen from the pounding it had taken. "There's a bit of swelling here, John. I'll apply some lotion!" and started to rub the cum into it.
When she was done, both Phil and Michelle stood up and looked at John. He was breathing hard and covered in cum and the mess of sex. Michelle yawned. "I reckon it's time for a break, don't you Phil? We've got to keep up our energy so we can have another great time with John later!"
Phil grinned, "Oh yeah!" he said, "Oh yeah!"
