Monday, March 16, 2015

Reinsertion of Jack's Insertions -- November Back Half

Nov. 16
“Oh, my god!” Maggie whined.
“Damn, Frank, that is sick,” Dick opined.
I guess they thought it was a joke... never thought I’d actually do it, but I sure as hell did and Frank’s dick was one hundred percent hard. He didn’t think it was sick, but naturally, those two had some pretty serious hangups about it.
“Holy cow, I can’t believe you’re letting him do that.” That was Maggie’s next expression of the shocked and amazed.
“Hell, Frank, I didn’t know you were queer... letting that faggot do that to you.”
Oops... dickhead Dick went a little too far with that one. I spit Frank out and Frank started to get up with me... until Laura said the first words out of her mouth since the McKenzies had come through her gate.
“All right, you two. Think he’s a fag, do you? I’ll show you what he is.”
She came out of the pool and joined us. “Frank, get your ass on that cushion.” He resumed his position of the tortured. “Come here, Jack, you beautiful son of a bitch.”
Laura laid down right there on that hard concrete next to her husband, pulling me down with her. Frank was there in full view and that’s all I needed. I mounted her and made it dramatic. I growled and I groaned and I grunted and I thrust my cock into her as though I didn’t care about her, then I remembered she was on concrete. Shit... I slowed my ass down in a hurry and made sure I hit her sweet spot. I reached over with my left hand and used Frank’s belly to keep me propped up and under control. My right hand was flat on the concrete and I focused on pleasing Laura, instead of showing off for the McPeaBrains.
“Laura, darling... you’re just like a milk shake... so thick... so creamy... I gotta stir you up... nice and slow.” That’s how I did it, and every time I rubbed her clittie, she squeaked... and she twitched. I put the belly claw to Frank and felt those hard-ass muscles of his... and I picked up the pace on Laura. I looked at Frank’s face. He had his head turned so he could get a good look, and he had just about the biggest smile a man could have... almost like he was telling us how proud he was of us... and Laura closed her eyes and squeezed the poop out of my cock... because she got off... and everybody there knew she got off... and then I got off and they knew that, too.
Couldn’t help notice the McKenzies weren’t saying much now... mother fuckers weren’t leaving either.
Frank goes, “Hey, Dick and Maggie... Jack's done wonders for our home life.”
One mission accomplished... they still had nothing to say... the silence sounded good.
“Nobody’s fag and nobody’s sick... not in our house... we don’t categorize people.” That was Laura’s contribution. “At our house... there’s only men and women... and Jack is one of the men... and Frank and I both love him... got it?”
Damn, (I thought to myself) ... that’s a rather heavy word. Maybe she was just using it for emphasis.
Nov. 17
Mr. & Ms. McKenzie got out of the pool and they did apologize, but not to me or Frank.
“Geez, Laura, I’m sorry,” said Ms. McK. “You should have told us you’d moved on to other things.”
“Maybe if you’d have returned our phone calls, we’d have known better than to barge in on you.” Dick was trying to make them feel guilty and it kinda worked.
“You’re right, Dick,” Laura answered. "I meant to call you before Frank and I went on vacation, but got so busy and all.”
Sure was sad watching them awkwardly try to dress when their bodies were dripping wet. Thing is, they weren’t too bad looking when they kept their mouths shut, and since I was still on a bit of a power trip I thought I’d see if I could trick them into staying.
“Hey, you two... don’t take it all so serious. Hell, it’s just sex.”
“Not the kind we’re interested in,” Dick said.
“So, what are you going to do? Go home and turn off the lights and try to remember what your bodies look like?”
“My wife can take care of me just fine.”
“Oh, yeah? Show us.”
“I wouldn’t give you the privilege. Maggie can suck a dick like nobody else and I sure as hell...”
“Hold on, Dick.” Maggie had been offended in a different way. “Let’s do it. We came over here because we were horny. Let’s show them what we can do.”
They asked if we could go inside for some privacy and of course we said yes. Frank and Laura took us all to the basement and the McKenzies tried to do it right there on the floor, but I guess Dick was a little bit nervous with me there. He couldn’t get it up.
“Well, Maggie,” Frank said. “Maybe if you suck on him awhile."
She coaxed him onto his back, while Laura, Frank and I sat all around them at a close distance. Dick laid there with his arms at his sides and all tensed up, while Maggie started sucking on him.
No good... she was strictly amateur and he could only get half-way hard. I looked at Laura and she looked at Frank and we all said to each other with our look but no words, ‘these people need help.’
I didn’t know what kinds of four-ways the McKenzies had been in to with Frank and Laura or anybody else, but they were about to get a lesson in lust from Jack and the Johnsons.
Next insertion Nov. 20
Nov. 20
Dick never said a word when Laura jumped in to help Maggie get him revved up. That’s because she smothered his face with her pussy hole, so about all he could do was make slurping sounds. We figured Dick would be fully erect in no time.
It never did happen. What did happen about 15 seconds after the assault began was that Dick tensed up and shot his load into Maggie’s mouth. Yep, I couldn’t believe it either. I had never seen a man have orgasm with a limp peter, but that’s exactly what he did. And I know for sure he did, because Maggie, the amateur, nearly choked on it and let a big gob dribble down onto his nuts.
Now, how the hell can you have any fun with a man like that? Where’s the reward for the rest of us?
Dick seemed rather proud of himself, while his wife seemed to be relieved that it was over. Thing is, Dick finally relaxed – after the event, as Laura kept sitting on his chest.
Guess what I saw? His pecker finally took off and got fully erect. Craziest damned thing I’ve ever seen. Drained with a limp dick, THEN he gets a hard on.
I looked at Frank and he knew what I was thinking.
“Well, Maggie, looks like your husband wants another blow job.” But as she reluctantly bent down to take him, Frank put his hand on her shoulder. He stared at me, and then looked at Dick’s cock.
Message understood.
Nov. 21
Frank made sure Maggie would never know what was going on. He did this by sprawling her onto the carpet on her back with his body between her eyes and her husband. Oh yeah, he also stuck his cock into her vagina, which kept her sufficiently entertained.
Meanwhile, Laura covered Dick’s face again, forcing him to eat her out. With both McKenzies occupied I did my thing, and although Dick was unable to confirm it in words, I will guarantee you that he’d never had his dick sucked like that before. He twitched and he squirmed and he howled gurgling expressions of ecstasy, while giving me a minuscule amount of semen – all that his balls could produce so soon after his wife had wasted his good load.
The downside to all of this is that Frank was allowed to have the wholly-satisfying orgasm we had denied him for so long. All of our hard work went down the drain – that drain being Maggie’s pussy. The upside is that Frank’s dick was the main reason Dick and Maggie McKenzie had left all those phone messages. She needed that monster inside her. She had felt it before, but had been denied it for too long. Once she got it, and once she nearly crumbled the walls with her screams of pleasure, both Maggie and Dick were ready to go home.
After Laura got off of his face, he stood up and in a rather indignant tone announced, “Well, we got what we came for. Come on, Maggie, let’s go home.” Dick never said a word about his blow job. I guess he was trying to convince himself that it never really happened, because he never looked at me.
Frank exited and rolled off the top of her, and then Maggie stood up and started to follow her husband towards the door. But she noticed something new in the basement against the wall. “Frank, what is that?”
“Oh, it’s just a frame where we torture people. Want me to give you a tour?”
Nov. 22
“Oh, Dick, look at this. Think of how much fun we could have with one of these.” Maggie’s eyes lit up, as she inspected Frank’s frame, but her husband seemed critical.
“I’m not into all that weird shit,” he snorted while hovering near the door. “Come on, we both got off, I’m tired. Let’s go... h...o...m...e.”
Dick lost his thought. That’s because his wife had jumped up and grabbed hold of those two leather straps. When he saw her hanging like that, Dick was transfixed on her form. He meandered towards her, walking left and right to view from all angles. Of course, Maggie couldn’t hang on her own for more than a few seconds and she dropped.
“Wait a minute, honey. Do that again.”
She did for as long as she could and I think I know what he was seeing. Maggie’s tits are the kind that look like a ski slope. The tops have an indented curve, ending at her nipples. But when she stretches them, they become beautifully round with the nipples perfectly centered. The overall appearance is that of two juicy targets, with her brown pointy nipple tips the bull’s eyes.
“Show me how this works, Frank,” Dick insisted.
Guess the McKenzies still weren’t ready to let us get back to what we had been doing... and that was fine with us.
Nov. 23
Laura got the padded cuffs from her closet, and then Frank and I got Maggie set up. With our new victim hanging there suspended by her wrists, the Johnsons and I stepped back to see what Dick was going to do. He stalked her for awhile, pacing back and forth to inspect his prisoner, and then reached up with both hands to fondle her tits while verbally taunting.
“Well, fair lady. You got yourself into quite a fix, didn’t you?”
He flicked his tongue onto her nipple tip, and Maggie reacted like a proper submissive. She recoiled, pulling her tit away from him, but her dominating husband put his hand to her deltoid and brought her forward to re-establish his authority. Dick resumed his assault, using his hands, lips and tongue on both of Maggie’s breasts.
“You must not resist me. It will only make matters worse. You are mine, dear one. I will do with you as I please.”
Now, you probably have guessed that prior to this there had been no reason for me to admire or show any interest whatsoever in Dick McKenzie, but this Dick was a different man. This Dick was much more intriguing. His short, stocky, and mostly hairless frame became more attractive, plus I was growing fond of his slightly rounded, but still-firm belly. His air of manly domination was far preferable to that of a whining asshole, and his cock played its role as well. It was a perfectly proportional tool – about six and a half inches in length, one and a half in width.
So, I thought I might try to soften his attitude towards me.
“Sir,” I approached from his left. “May I have a taste of this pitiful woman?”
“Yes. Prepare her below, while I attack her above.”
That meant he wanted me to lick her pussy, which I did, while he mouthed and manipulated her tits, which he did.
Hers was a heavenly sliver of meat, handsomely framed by closely-cropped, dark brown hair. Her pink was dangling a bit and retracted when it felt my tongue. Maggie pulled her hips away from me, so I clamped onto her butt cheeks and returned her to my mouth. It didn’t take her long to surrender, because whether she knew it or not, her legs spread open inches at a time as I dug my tongue in deeper and deeper.
And above me, I could hear her husband slurping and kissing, with slight grunts rumbling beneath his breath. Maggie’s moans raised in pitch and volume, little by little, as Dominating Dick and Jack-of-all-trades Jack ravaged her helplessly suspended and exposed hot spots.
Nov. 24
Dick and I were becoming best of friends... partners, if you will. I assisted him with the torment of the helpless female. Kneeling before her, I orally assaulted her pussy, as she spread her legs and arched her back to accept my vagina-invading tongue. Dick’s feet and legs straddled me. He leaned forward to paint her tits with saliva, licking and kissing, while smearing the wetness all around with his hands, fingers and thumbs.
Our prisoner was losing herself in our two-pronged worship. She relished her helplessness, dramatizing her state of torment with groans of ecstatic agony, while arching her back to surrender her tits and spreading her legs to sacrifice her pussy.
There was a tension in the air, as Mr. & Mrs. McKenzie explored for the first time a new kind of sexual excitement. The thrill of total surrender and trust for her... the thrill of dominating power for him... their journey was taking them to new heights of satisfaction. Maggie’s undulations and moans intensified, as my tongue targeted her clittie. I could feel Dick’s hard pecker poking me between my shoulder blades. His pre-cum was dribbling and smearing my skin with sticky goodness. Perhaps they did not realize how close they were to blowing their loads, but I did, and I did not want them to waste this moment.
I removed my tongue from her. “Sir, the woman is ready for destruction. It is time for her to feel your power. Please use me as your stool for elevation.”
He moved aside and I laid on my back in front of Maggie’s feet, just barely below her dangling toes.
Dick stepped up with his bare feet onto my torso... one on my stomach, one on my chest. I tensed my body and turned my head to the right, where Laura and Frank were standing silently, arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders. They were spectators thoroughly entertained, as Frank sported a boner and Laura was dark with wetness.
I watched from below as Dick entered the helpless female. With his hands clamped firmly onto her hips, he guided his wife to and fro, impaling her on his manly rod. Finally, Frank and Laura involved themselves by standing behind her, fondling her breasts with their hands. And then, Dick completed her undoing. He stood firm and stationary on my torso, while manipulating Maggie’s pussy to cover and smother his cock. He jacked himself with her snapper. He pounded her meat to hamburger until she screamed in painful delight... and Dick McKenzie answered his woman’s call with the grunts of a caveman.
If you ask me, I had the best seat in the house. I suspected that after a brief intermission, the McKenzies would somehow be lured further into our play.
Next insertion November 27
Nov. 27
Maggie definitely was ready to come down. She was just hanging and gasping for air, totally exhausted from what most likely was the best orgasm she’d had in months. Dick seemed kind of bedraggled, too. After he pulled out, he stepped down off of me and immediately laid on the floor on his back, also sucking air.
I sprang to my feet to help Frank bring Maggie down. We removed her cuffs and she joined her husband, laying her head on his chest with her body in a fetal position next to him.
Frank, Laura and I knelt around their feet and legs. We started to rub and massage their feet and legs, both McKenzies too weary to care whose hands were doing what. I guess the Johnsons and I never realized how much we thought alike. We were totally in synch and our attention upon the McKenzies proved it. None of us spoke, because we were waiting to hear what Dick and/or Maggie would say about what they had just experienced. No prodding from us would be allowed.
Neither of them said anything for what seemed forever. We were beginning to wonder if they had dozed off, but when one of them did speak, it certainly wasn’t what I expected to hear. It was Dick and it had nothing to do with their recent session of Dom/sub fucking.
“Jack, you’re all right. Sorry I was so uptight.”
“Uh... no problem, Dick. We learn as we go.”
“You have a very talented mouth,” Maggie added. “I was primed and ready when Dick did his thing.”
“You can thank Laura for that. I’d never tasted one before until I met these two.”
That was a stupid thing to say, because naturally they wanted to know our history, but we didn’t feel like going into it. Instead, Laura told them to lay on their bellies and both of them got back rubs. Laura convinced them to spend the night, setting them up in a guest bedroom.
“Now, don’t you two do anything but sleep,” Frank warned. “We’ll be looking for you in the morning. Save yourselves for us.”
And with the McKenzies safely tucked away, Laura, Frank and I collapsed onto the Johnson bed. It was 3 am more or less. We suggested Frank get in the middle. Laura and I used his chest and belly for pillows and we plotted our next move... which would come sometime later Sunday morning... or afternoon.
Nov. 28
Good news is that we didn’t need to wake up the McKenzies, because they woke us up horny and ready for action; bad news is that the clock said 8:00 am, a little too early for me and the Johnsons.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you crazy woman?” That’s what I said to Maggie, as she pumped my piss-hard-on hard cock in her fist.
“Come on, people,” she enthusiastically urged. “It’s time to play.”
Frank, like me, was none too pleased, but used his anger fake or real to spring the plot. “Wanna play, do you? All right, lady. You’ve got it.” Maggie had fallen right into our trap.
He sprang off the mattress and reached under the bed to retrieve our restraint system. “Everybody clear off the bed.” We did and Frank stacked the three pillows in the center. He tossed two ends of the straps to me and together we set up the under-mattress bondage device. “Now, sweetheart,” Frank pointed to Maggie. “Get your ass on that bed.”
She laid down and I grabbed her left wrist. “Hey, Dick, do something useful and get her other wrist.” We got Maggie stretched out over those pillows with her tits sticking up in the air, and while Dick and I secured her wrists, Frank took care of her ankles. In a flash, Maggie was stretched spread eagle. Her spine was curved backwards, chest up and belly flat. It was nice – for everybody but her.
Frank decided we wouldn’t be needing Laura for anything other than assisting us. “Inform her of the safe word and how this works. Then go get the wand.”
Laura obeyed, while Frank and I simultaneously added our pee to the toilet water.
“Maggie’s kind of a hottie,” I told him.
“Yeah, she loves to have her tits worked over.”
“So, that’s why you wanted her over the pillows. Good idea. Those are the hottest of her hottie parts.”
When Laura returned from her basement closet of goodies, Frank gave her another task. “Give the Hitachi to Dick. Then you can go cook our breakfast.”
“For everybody?”
“Yes. Even her.”
Apparently Dick had manipulated the wand before, because he powered it up and tested the two speeds, sporting a full erection the whole time. Meanwhile, Frank and I crawled onto the bed on either side of Maggie and Frank set the mood.
“All right, you rude, thoughtless, worthless female... ruin my sleep, will you?” He knelt next to the right side of her chest, leaned over and smothered her titty with his mouth. I watched him for a minute or two, enjoying the sight of my manly man Frank ravishing the helpless woman’s tit. Maggie already was playing her part well, turning her head side to side, raising her chest higher and sucking her belly lower, which of course turned me on even more.
It was amazing to me how her tits could be so average-looking in their normal state, while when stretched they became electrifying. The damned things formed two perfectly circular balloons about 6 inches round. And in the center of each were exact, rounded nipples in circles of one and a half inches. The tips were also majestically centered, rising about 3/4 of an inch from the surface, and each nipple was colored a heavenly, medium-brown with just a hint of a reddish hue.
As soon as I put my mouth to her left tit, Frank removed his from her right. “Woman, I think you better apologize for interrupting our sleep.”
Maggie pulled against her restraints, which made her chest expand and breasts raise up even higher. “Never.”
“You better say you’re sorry.”
“I’ll never say it.”
“I think you will.” Frank joined me in a simultaneous assault of her pitifully vulnerable titties. Oh, god, how she writhed.
She lifted her head to watch us torture her nipples. “Ugh, you sadistic bastards. What are you doing to me?”
“Are you going to say you’re sorry?”
She looked at her saliva-soaked left tit, then the right, and then she dropped her head to the mattress, turning it side to side with her eyes closed. She was grunting, moaning, arching her back to thrust those breasts deeper into our mouths. And yes, I could see her upper teeth flashing just a hint of a pleasured smile.
Without interrupting his oral assault, Frank pointed to her pussy and Dick joined the game. He clicked the switch and the wand made a buzz. I kept on licking, while watching Dick put the tip of that thing to the top of her hood. Maggie’s body tensed, as she tried to bring her legs together, which of course her straps would not allow. She looked up between Frank’s head and my head to see her dastardly husband torturing her pussy, as he worked the wand into her a fraction of an inch, then pulled it back to the hood. Each time he forced it in just a little deeper, working it side to side and lifting the curve to vibrate the top lip of her vagina.
“Are you sorry, now?” Frank asked between tit-sucking.
“Ugh,” was her answer, as she dropped her head back to the mattress. Maggie no longer was grunting... she was moaning every time she exhaled. Her legs no longer fought the restraints... they were opening up wider.
Dick kept working the wand, as now his penetration was about half its total length. He added to her punishment by putting his face to her stretched belly. He licked it; he kissed it; and he buried his tongue into her tragically elongated navel. I decided to devote my hands to her torment, joining my tongue and lips. My right hand clamped around her bicep/tricep. I squeezed and pushed it down to further stretch her arm pit and the skin leading to her breast. My left hand rubbed flat on her lower chest and upper stomach, heating her skin with warm friction.
Warm did not describe what was happening inside our helpless female. Her husband targeted that wand to her G-spot and the poor woman convulsed. Her entire body tensed, and then she twitched and contorted as though electricity was running through her. The sounds she made grew louder, the pitch-level sang higher and higher.
Oh, it is one hell of a scene for a woman to be stretched spread-eagle, her vulnerable breasts thrust high into the air while two men ravage them with lips and tongues; her tight, flattened belly mercilessly assaulted by another man’s lips and tongue, her abdominal wall made even more beautiful by the woman herself sucking in that belly as far as it could go; her helplessly unprotected, spread-wide-open pussy invaded by the tantalizing vibration, her vaginal walls and muscles quivering inside and out, inviting three dominant males to torture her more... more... MORE!
Her talented husband buried the tool completely into her and turned up the power. He manipulated the evil impaler in and out, side to side in a torturously slow and ecstatically mind-blowing buzz-fuck... and our woman spewed. She arched her back until I thought her spine would snap. She screamed with each gravelly-throated exhale – exhales which came few and far between. Her body flexed to capacity; her fists clenched and toes curled; her head shook side to side and she coated that wand with her milk.
Finished, her body collapsed, but only for a few seconds. Dick continued to poke her with his hand-held dick and she convulsed for another round of orgasmic writhing. Her second coming was expressed with pleadings for mercy.
“Oh, god... I’m sorry... Yes, yes, yes... I am sorry, Frank... Forgive me, Jack... Dick... oh, god, please stop... you fucking men... god, I am so sorry... oh, god, yes, please.... no more... please...god, not again... no... I’ll be good... please forgive me... ...”
Well, you get the idea. She wanted it to end and she wanted it to never end. Poor thing couldn’t decide. Round number two for Maggie seemed to go on for several minutes, all accompanied by unbridled writhing and verbal expression, until Dick finally withdrew the wand and turned off the switch. Maggie collapsed in total exhaustion, while we three men rubbed her down with our rough, masculine hands.
What a trooper this woman was. She renewed her writhing from our touch, smiling pleasurably and moaning with satisfied “Mmm’s.” Frank, Dick and I looked at one another and were quite pleased with what we had done to her, but, being men, we quickly forgot about it when Laura came into the room.
“Breakfast is ready, boys.”
“Thank god,” Frank exclaimed. “I’m starving.”
“Me, too,” I added. “What about her?”
Frank grinned. “Men eat first. Women get the leftovers.”
And you will notice that nobody said anything about "Federal Dollars."
Nov. 29
Laura had set the table for five, but only four were seated. She’d cooked us scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and cut up a bunch of fruit. After everybody had gotten their fill, Frank fixed a plate for Maggie, handed it to me and downed the last of his coffee.
“Jack, you’re coming with me. You two can clean up this mess.”
“But, why do I have to do kitchen work?” Dick wanted to know.
“Can it, McKenzie!” Laura answered his question. “In this house, Frank’s the king... we’re the peons.”
“And Jack’s my jester. Come on, fool. Let’s go feed our prisoner.”
How’s that for a role-play flip-flop? Without the McKenzies, Frank was our slave; with them, he was top dog. Now I had to decide which I liked better. First thing he said to Maggie was the safe words, which was a smart move. This was only her second time in bondage with us, and this time her husband was not with her.
“Maggie, is everything all right? Do you need to go to the bathroom or anything?”
“Well, I’m ok. My back hurts a little and I’m starving.”
“As you can see, Jack brought a plate.”
“Thank goodness.”
“Ok, darling. We’re going to play some games. Don’t forget... say Federal Dollars if you want us to stop... understand?”
“Yes, Frank. Federal Dollars.”
Frank kissed Maggie on the lips, and then motioned for me to kneel on the mattress space between Maggie’s face and the headboard... between her stretched arms.
“Jack, this woman would like her breakfast now.” He winked at me and slightly turned his head side to side.
“Well, let’s see. We have some eggs; we have some toast... and fruit... oh, here we go... let’s start with the bacon.”
I grabbed two strips and set the plate down. Holding one of each between the fingers and thumb of my right and left hand, I waved them in front of Maggie’s face. She opened wide, I thrust it towards her mouth and quickly pulled it back.
“It’s not right to waste such good-tasting bacon,” I teased. “They will probably taste better here.”
Holding each strip flat, I placed them atop the tips of her nipples and used them to scratch her.
“Hey, Jack, come on. Enough silliness. Let me have some.”
Frank had already got himself on all fours, his knees between her thighs and hands straddling her rib cage.
“Lady,” I addressed her. “I think you misunderstood what we said. FRANK is going to feed you. This food on the plate is for him.” And with that, Frank snatched one piece of bacon from her tit with his teeth, while inserting his hard dick to the opening of her vagina.
“Oh, you sons-a-bitches!” Maggie was not pleased. “What did I do this time?”
“What did you do?” Frank gobbled the other strip of bacon. “You got your nasty cunt juice on my very expensive pillows. That’s what you did.”
Frank kept his cock at the portal of her vagina. Only his corona had entered, as he waited for the next course. I made clumps of scrambled eggs with my hands and placed one ball apiece onto her nipples.
“Well, you shouldn’t have put your damn pillows underneath me.”
“There’s no need to be indignant,” I scolded. “Besides, nothing you say will matter now anyway. Will it, Frank?”
Frank was busy swallowing his eggs. After the balls were sent down the hatch, he licked all remnants from her nipples with a heavy, scraping tongue. There were two pieces of toast with butter and jelly. I laid them atop her breasts, then forced them down until her nipples pierced through the center of the bread.
“I don’t want toast.” Frank whined.
“Well, don’t eat it then,” I barked. We admired the configuration of Maggie’s handsome nipples sticking straight up through the middle of the broken toast... trickles of butter and jelly dribbling onto the meat of her breasts.
“Here, have these.” I put strawberries onto her tits. Frank ate them. Next came wedges of cantaloupe. Frank at those, too. As for Maggie, she was starting to get into it. Her eyes were closed and mouth shut. The roundness of her nipples was shrinking and her tips were rising. There was pineapple, then more egg balls, then Frank simply ate Maggie’s tits.
“Aren’t you filled up yet, Frank?” I asked him, in order to taunt her. “If you don’t want that toast, get out of the way and I’ll eat it.”
He moved away so that I could get at her. I lifted with my tongue the tit-framing bread from her right breast and chomped it, sending crumbs to roll down her balloon. Piece by piece, I stuffed my mouth, until nothing was left on her breast besides spilled butter, jelly and crumbs. And as I proceeded to lick away the mess I had made, Frank started to slow grind her pussy while kissing the crown of my head. Her right tit licked clean, I moved onto the left to repeat the process.
Frank fed her heavenly hole with slow strokes, penetrating with half his cock and rubbing his mushroom onto her clitoris. We started to hear familiar moans coming from our starved prisoner, while her undulations made it an adventure for me to get that toast into my mouth. But I did succeed and I did lick the hell out of her tit to get all the butter and jelly, not to mention getting Maggie to moan a little louder.
“And now, my dear, if you truly are hungry, I suggest you eat this.” I positioned my cock near her semi-inverted face and coaxed her to open her mouth. It didn’t take much coaxing, as she eagerly wrapped her lips around the head of my dick. I held my position, keeping myself steady for her to suck, while I watched Frank’s beautiful ballet. He masterfully swivelled his hips, targeting the head of his dick to rub on her clittie from left, right, above and below. And then, he lowered himself atop her raised chest. He smashed her titties with his furry chest and took his cock to the depths of her pussy. Maggie shuddered, as did I. Naturally, it scared me when she was jolted because she had my dick in her mouth, but she professionally maintained control. I never felt her teeth, only her lips and tongue.
As Frank lifted off of her to resume targeting her clit, I leaned forward to mouth her titties, while gently thrusting my dick to and fro. I didn’t really expect to get off. After all, her tongue was on the wrong side of my cock, but watching Frank approach her in the same, tantalizingly slow manner got me fired up pretty good. Neither one of us were there for any other reason but to get her off, and we definitely did that in a big way, but Maggie’s orgasmic cries and undulations brought Frank to the brink, while his performance did the same to me. I pulled out of her mouth so I could jack my load onto her tits; and Frank pulled out so he could jack his load onto her belly.
“Here, sweetheart... here’s your breakfast.” Frank scooped his come from her belly and stuck his finger into her mouth. I smeared my jizz with both hands all over her tits, then let her lick my fingers and palms dry.
“Are you happy, now?” I asked her. She answered with affirmatives, some of which were actual words, but mostly just garbled expressions accented with slurping.
“Well, Jack, we better see if those two got my kitchen cleaned up.”
We left Maggie without safe wording her. I carried the plate with remaining food while following Frank, and when we turned the corner into the kitchen, it was clean but they were gone. We went to the living room... empty. We went to the guest bedroom and Frank opened the door. Naked Dick was gliding back and forth across the top of our naked cook, who looked over his shoulder and smiled at us.
"Hi, boys. We cleaned your kitchen, but Dick got tired of waiting for you."
“Well, I’ll be god damned go to hell.” I got that from Uncle J., in case you’ve never listened to any of our broadcasts.
Frank added. “Some people have got a lot of nerve, eh, Jack? Turning my house into a whore house.”
“Yeah, and with your wife, no less. Didn’t even have the courtesy to ask you.”
Nov. 30
Remember how on Saturday we made Frank get the pool ready for use? Well, today, that would be Dick’s duty. We never said another word to Dick and Laura, just closed the door and went back to Maggie.
“Federal Dollars,” Frank let her out and we both removed her straps. “Maggie, your husband has been a very bad boy.”
“I wondered where he went. What’s he doing?”
“Well, right now, he’s in your room fucking my wife.”
“Are you shitting me? That son of a bitch.”
Frank and I chuckled with glee, as we helped Maggie limber up her spine so she could roll off the mattress.
“I’m going to kill that bastard.” She started to go towards the guest bedroom, with me and Frank right behind her, but then she stopped. “Frank, do you know what I’m thinking?”
“Let’s go to Laura’s closet.”
Imagine my shock when Maggie picked out a rubber dick from the shelf. Were they actually going to do what I was thinking?
“Where’s the lube, Frank?”
Holy shit. They seemed to be heading in that direction. I couldn’t believe it. Of course, I didn’t say anything, but I was thinking to myself. ‘Are you going to tell me that Mr. Macho, who was so offended at the thought of some queer touching him, liked cock up his ass?’ Well, cousins (as Uncle Jasper would say), that is exactly what they did.
Maggie burst into the room. “Dick, you low down son of a bitch. Like to fuck, do you? Well, fine. You can have it at both ends.”
She greased that thing up, while Frank and I stood to watch. It wasn’t any monster... one of those black ones about 10 inches – but as Maggie lubed it up and pressed it between Dick’s butt cheeks, he raised his ass a few inches, ready and willing to take it. His own cock was still inside Laura, and as Maggie shoved the head of that dildo past the rim of his ass, Dick started thrusting forward to fuck her, then raised his ass to take more dildo. Each time he withdrew from Laura, his wife would force that thing into him a little deeper, until he eventually took it all. From then on, she kept it plugged into his ass while he screwed the woman laying under him.
Frank was not into this. His dick was limp. I wasn’t either. My dick was limp. But obviously the McKenzies had done this before on their own, as well as with the Johnsons.
Dick got off and Laura got off, then we all made plans for the day, but I can tell you that from that point on, I lost all interest in Dick McKenzie... the fucking hypocrite. Of course, this event at the Johnson home predates, but when I heard recently of that guy in Colorado... Haggard... I thought of Dick McKenzie. Same mind set. Big time preacher railing against the sins of homosexuality, when he’s a little closet queer himself. Made me wish that dildo Maggie used had been about two times bigger. I wish she would have, as they say, torn him a new asshole.
This is probably going to piss some people off, but I don’t give a fuck. It’s a free read, so if you don’t like it, skip it. Maybe I’ve got it all wrong, but I ain’t into assholes. All I can think of is shit... and shit smells bad... and bad smells ruin good sex. I’ve always loved men, (and thanks to the Johnsons, I now know I love women, too), but I need a man to be a man. To me, taking a dick up your ass is not being a man.
Laura took Maggie to the kitchen to fix her some breakfast (around noon?), while we men donned swim trunks and made Dick clean the pool. That’s how the afternoon was spent – swimming (with suits), sunbathing, napping, and raiding the fridge whenever we felt like it.
I said very little to Dick throughout the day, but enjoyed conversations and water play with his wife and Laura and Frank. At one point, I managed to have a private conversation with Frank. We were both in the kitchen, while the others were outside.
“Hey, I’ve got some real problems with Dick McKenzie.”
“Yeah, Jack, I can tell.”
“Too bad we can’t get rid of him and keep Maggie.”
“Well, let me work on it. I’ll come up with something.”
I actually was hoping the McKenzies would decline when Laura asked them to stay for dinner, but they accepted and we all five worked in the kitchen together. After we finished eating, everybody kind of sat around wondering how we should get back into some sort of role play. And just as he promised, Frank came through for me.
“Maggie, I don’t know about you, but I’m still pissed at your husband and my wife for their little adventure.”
“Yes, Frank. They could have at least asked your permission.”
“What do you think we should do with them?”
“I don’t know. What do you think?”
“Well, I think your husband should be forced to watch us have our own fun.”
“I trust your judgement, Frank. Show me what to do.”
Frank had put some planning into this. He walked over to one of the cabinets. “Your husband needs to be kept on a short leash. And here it is.”
He handed Maggie a leather collar with ring and leash attached. She secured the velcro-connecting collar around Dick’s neck and stood ready with leash in hand. He never made a move or said a word.
“Come on, Laura.” Frank took his wife by the hand. “I know you are smart enough to take your punishment without resisting me.”
With Frank in the lead, we headed for the basement, Maggie tugging her husband along to take up the rear.
“Everybody strip.”
Goodbye, damp bathing suits..Frank got me to help him cuff Laura’s wrists, and then we got her suspended. He opened the latch on the upper set of wooden stocks, and then lifted the top half to separate them. They were about three feet off the floor and were designed with three holes, instead of the lower stocks that had two (remember, that’s where Laura and I had Frank’s feet when we did the feather thing). On the upper stocks, two holes were for wrists and one in the middle was for the neck. Frank took the leash from Maggie and dragged Dick towards the device. Leaving the leather collar on him, Frank forced Dick to bend over with his neck resting in the middle half-circle, while Maggie and I put his wrists into the two on either side. Frank closed the hinged top half of the stock and locked it.
Dick was bent at the waist about 90 degrees, with his body outside of the frame supports. His wrists were in holes about one foot on either side of his head, and his face looked towards the floor inside the frame supports. His feet were flat on the carpet and unrestrained. He could see Laura if he turned his head to the right, but it was not a comfortable move to make.
“Well, Maggie, I think these two should learn the proper way to do things. And who better to show them than the three of us?”
Frank went to the closet and motioned for me to follow him. He never said a word, just handed me a tube of lube and a condom.
He and Maggie proceeded to lay on the floor in front of Laura’s dangling feet and below Dick’s immobilized head. They embraced, laying side to side, kissing one another and rubbing their bodies together. Once Frank rolled on top of her, and invaded her, my dick took off like a rocket.
I didn’t really have much desire to fuck Dick McKenzie. It certainly couldn’t match the loving warmth of a pussy hole or a talented mouth, but as I kindly worked my way into his vulnerable ass, I began to get a bit of satisfaction... not from the act, but from the reason I was doing it.
Frank had set this up for me, and I began to understand why. I was not cruel. I did not fuck in a way to hurt him, but I did call him some ugly names. This was only because he had called me ugly names, and now, even though he couldn’t have stopped me if he wanted to, he took my cock up his ass and liked it. His dick was hard and it wasn’t just because he was watching Frank fuck his wife. It was also because of what I was doing to him and my name-calling that went with it. Bitch.
It’s too bad, really. I kind of liked him when he had been Dick the Dominator, working on his suspended wife while standing on top of me. He had turned me on then. His body and his cock were growing on me. I had totally forgiven him for all the smart-ass comments he had made, but no more.
Revenge is a dish best served hot, with ass-fucking... if you can stand the smell.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Reinsertion of Jack's Insertions - November Front Half

Nov. 1
If any of you have read Jardonn's story, Little Helmut (you can listen to Uncle J.'s audio version, too), you know that there is a time when the Nazi says, "It's time for the torture of the tongues!" and as Laura and I stood in front of Frank, watching him struggle on his crucifixion cross, that is exactly what came into my head.
I don't remember how long Slater had maintained his erection, but Frank had been sporting one pretty much non-stop for more than 24 hours. Being crucified didn't change that. His hard dick pointed forward and down between legs spread wide, scrunched in the tight fabric of his little jock strap. I don't think he cared much for our tongue idea, as he flexed his arms and chest to lift his body a few inches, but we didn't ask him, and his struggle only made us want to hurt him more.
Laura started on his feet; I started on his forehead and face, climbing up the three-step ladder we'd used to strap his arms to the cross in the first place. She worked his right side and I worked his left, as she moved up and I moved down. In words it sounds like we moved quickly. In reality we took our time. Maybe I should use more words to describe exactly what we did...?!?!?
It's simple. We licked everything. We kissed everything. There are plenty of descriptions for Frank body parts in previous entries, so by now you should know what we were dealing with. We met in the middle, both of us awkwardly trying to lick his belly at the same time, and realized we'd had our fill. Besides, I thought I could hear wheezing sounds in Frank's lungs as he tried to breathe.
"Laura, I guess it's time to let his cock out of its prison."
Nov. 2
“Damn, here goes five bucks down the drain.” I slipped one blade of the scissors between Frank’s inner thigh and the stretched strap of the jock strap. Snip and... boioioioing, Frank’s dick sprang up like a jack-in-the-box. It waved a couple of times before settling to point straight ahead, fucking nothing right in front of him.
“Bet it feels good to air that thing out, huh Frank?” He nodded his head, while I leaned down to sniff. “Smells pretty good. A mixture of chlorine and sweat... what a combo.”
Frank’s cock was conveniently located about stomach-level to us and I gently ran my index finger along the topside length of its shaft. Laura joined in by adding her finger underneath and we both tormented him, until an involuntary contraction caused his dick to spring up towards his belly, which ruined everything.
“Ok, Frank,” I teased, as we both removed our fingers. “If you want to finish, you’ll have to do it yourself. We’re afraid to touch that thing. It’s getting kind of violent.”
With my prodding, Laura followed me to her closet of goodies and I found what I’d seen earlier. “Is this one of those vibrators?”
“Yes, it runs on a battery.”
I held it up for inspection. “Three levels?”
“Yes, this is high.”
“Set it on low.” She did and flipped the switch. A deep hum said it was ready for use. Laura turned it off and we went back to Frank. She placed the one-inch-wide band around the base of his hard dick, adjusted it for a snug fit, then waited for me to turn it on.
“Hope this will do the trick for you, Frank. Good luck.”
Nov. 3
That low-pitched buzzing sound was music to my ears and candy to my eyes, because Frank’s cock sprang straight up when I flipped on the switch. It did this four times before settling into a routine of sporadic, smaller contractions, occasionally interspersed with major ones that shot his dick up to nearly make contact with his belly.
I hate to say it, but putting that vibrator on Frank probably tortured him worse than if he wore nothing at all. On a sensitivity scale of one to ten, I’d say the base of a man’s shaft is about a four, which is ok if other cock parts are being worked on, too. But by itself it’s just a tease. Oh, sure, a man will eventually reach orgasm this way, but it is a long, slow process.
“There you go, Frank. You’re on your own. Don’t say I never did anything for you.”
It sure was a delight to watch him squirm. He tried to thrust his hips forward to simulate a fuck, but being on the cross didn’t give him much leeway to do that. I figured we were going to be there awhile, so I went over to a poker table, got a couple of castor-footed chairs and rolled them over in front of our glorious man on the cross.
“Come on, Laura. Have a seat. This is going to be better than any movie you could dream up.”
“Want me to go make some popcorn?”
“Hey, that’s a great idea. Here, let me hit the pause button.” I turned off the vibrator. “Don’t want you to miss anything.”
“You bet. Thanks, angel.”
Next insertion Nov. 6
Nov. 6
Frank’s cock weakened just a bit with the vibrator turned off, but that’s not to say I didn’t enjoy sitting comfortably in a modern chair while he struggled to breathe on an old-fashioned cross.
Laura descended the stairs carrying a tray that held my requested goodies and the show began. With a flip of the switch and resumption of the buzz, I launched Frank into Act 1, which he performed with a dramatic flair. His cock lifted towards his belly, hovered at an upward angle for a few seconds and then fell to level. It bounced a few times before stopping perfectly horizontal, a bead of pre-cum oozing from the slit. The sparkling gem grew larger until its weight sent it slowly dropping towards the floor, a thin strand of silk keeping it connected to his cock slit.
“Bravo, Frank.” I clapped my hands. “Is that all you can do, or is there more?”
There was. Another bead popped out and traveled down the same line still trailing from penis to carpet.
“Well done. Maybe if you lift your body you’ll be able to breath a little easier.”
He did. His arms strained against the straps and he forced himself up a few inches... which of course caused the muscles in his arms, legs, chest and belly to expand... which of course thrilled Laura and me no end.
“I guess you know that I can’t release you from the cross until you shoot your load. Think you can make it?”
A groan preceded the first words he had spoken for quite some time. “Do you think I can’t?”
“Oh, I know you can. It’s just a question of which action will come first – shooting your load or dying from asphyxiation.”
This is when Act 2 began. He repeatedly clinched his scrotum and waved his syrup-spitting cock up and down. He thrust his pelvis forward as far as he could to simulated a fuck and grunted like a caveman to make himself believe he was a dominant male.
Laura and I both applauded that one. Unfortunately, all Frank got out of it was more lubricating slime.
Act 3 was instigated by me and it really didn’t involve Frank, but I figured it would be good to have him in our sights.
“Come on, Laura. Let’s fuck.”
Nov. 7
The view from underneath was dazzling. I was on the floor on my back with my face directly below the length of Frank’s cock. Every now and then his dribbles would land on my forehead or cheek. That Frank is such a jokester. Laura was riding on my dick near Frank’s left foot, which she would on occasion grab hold of and use for leverage.
He watched her and tried to move in unison. Every time she’d lower herself onto me for full penetration, Frank would thrust his hips forward best he could, as though he was fucking her with me. His dick would raise up and poke the air, but as you know air does not give a man’s cock much friction.
His only stimulation came from the vibrating strap around the base of his penis. And you better believe I got off long before he was even close. Watching him from down there, I could see his balls jiggle, his butt crack tighten and his cock wildly moving in all directions. I listened to the sounds he was making and Laura’s friction did the rest.
I shot my load... loads. After all, I myself hadn’t got off since our Friday-night (actually Saturday morning) multiples. My nuts had been hurting. Just imagine what Frank’s must have felt like. I don’t know when he’d last emptied his nuts. All I know is he had maintained an erection pretty much non-stop without shooting for as long as I’d been there, and that had now been about 30 hours. Ouch.
Nov. 8
“Come on, Frank. Fire it up.”
I tried to motivate him into orgasm. Laura joined me as we put our hands to him, reaching up to rub his chest and belly... and I mean hard, too. We were pressing his back against that cross and heating his skin with wild, circular strokes.
The palms of my hands were hot. They dragged his body hairs along with them, nearly ripping them from his skin. I felt the tips of his nipples shrinking every time I scraped across their tops.
“All right, big man. You’ve suffered long enough. Show me your juice.”
We moved down to his legs and feet, applying the same pressurized hand-rubbing, while Frank flexed his arms and thrust his chest forward. He threw his head back, trying to imagine any fantasy that might trigger his nuts to let go. Frank was so fucking beautiful on that cross, expanding his chest, sucking in his belly, moaning and verbalizing self-motivational speeches... hell, I nearly started stroking my own dick to get myself off again, but thought better of it. Figured I better save myself for later.
Instead, I stood up and threw a 75% serious punch into his belly, reached below with my left hand to grab hold and twist the skin on his nuts, and with flattened fingers of my right hand, slapped his cock from underneath. The momentum caused that rock-hard thing to slam against his belly and come back down to where my hand waited to slap him again. His cock got double-sided slaps – my hand on the underside; his belly on the topside, until the fifth attack gave us what we all wanted...
Nov. 9
Now men, you probably know, and ladies, if you don’t know I’m about to tell you. Few things in this world leave a man feeling more frustrated than an unattended orgasm. Oh sure, I made Frank shoot, but I didn’t help once his contractions began. Never touched his dick again.
It’s like when you’re in one of those lines at the post office that says, “WAIT HERE FOR NEXT AVAILABLE WINDOW,” and you’re next and a customer finishes and leaves a window, so you take two steps towards that window, but then the clerk turns her back to you in order to do something, so you stop where you are and you’re in limbo, until you decide to go back to your waiting spot, but just then the clerk seems finished with her busy work and turns to again face you, so you move forward, but she turns around again, so you stop again, then she faces you again and stares and says, “NEXT,” like it’s the first time she’s noticed that you’re standing in no man’s land and you feel like an idiot and she looks at you like you’re an idiot and treats you like you’re an idiot and you just want to go to another post office and start all over again to get it right, but you’re already there exposed, so you finish what you came to do feeling miserable during the entire transaction. Ever done that?
Frank’s nuts released his load and his dick started to participate but couldn’t feel anything rubbing its corona, so it only halfway contracted. It was just enough to send the stream to his slit, but the little spermatozoa weren’t sure they were in the right place at the right time. They came on out, and there were plenty of them, but they came out in a dribble because his dick wasn’t urging them on. The end result is that Frank was not a happy man.
It was a dual frustration for him, because not only did he lose all that precious cum he had built up, but when it was over he felt as though nothing had happened whatsoever. I thought he was going to cry when Laura covered all his man juice with a towel to remove it from her carpet. Such a waste.
Imagine waiting for over 30 hours to shoot your load and having an orgasm like that. What we did to him almost made MY nuts ache, but it was necessary. We needed a tool for the weekend, and that was going to be Frank’s cock whether he liked it or not.
Nov. 10
On this day in history, November 10 in the year 19??, my Uncle Jasper was born. And to celebrate, I would like to announce that I am a sadist. I didn’t know it until I met the Johnsons, and it is possible that it’s only true when it comes to Frank, but it is true.
My original intent was to take him down from the cross after he had dribbled his load, let him recuperate a bit, and then we’d all go to bed and give him some hero worship until we fell asleep. But that was before I saw and heard how he reacted to his unsatisfactory orgasm.
Frank really was on the verge of tears, that was no exaggeration. The groaning and grunting I’d heard all night continued, but all of a sudden the pitch and tone were different. It was no longer a masculine sound of resistance, but a whimpering sound of near breakdown... almost like the sounds a man makes at a funeral when he’s doing everything is his power to suppress his grief.
Thing is, when I saw and heard that, a rush went through my body like I’d never felt before. Maybe it was a dose of megalomania. This big, strong, always-in-control, manly masterpiece was about to lose it and there was no fucking way I was going to let up on him now. This power trip made me want to literally rip his emotions to shreds.
First, I had to make sure he was in no physical danger, so I unstrapped his ankles and made him stand on the feet-impaling mat again to support his weight. His breathing returned to normal, so I ran upstairs to get his urine jug, came back, removed his vibrator strap and told him to piss. He had no problem doing that for me.
I asked Laura if she had one of those torture movies, and while she figured out which one she wanted to show, I dumped Frank’s jug in the toilet and brought him back a glass of water to drink.
She found a film called “Kings of the Sun” and I gotta tell ya, it is the closest I’ve ever seen to Hollywood getting something right. Ever seen it? It’s got Yul Brynner and has to do with tribal warfare in South America... Mayans versus Toltecs. Historically, it’s bullshit, but there is a scene in which Yul Brynner is bound with nothing but a very skimpy loin cloth on his body. He is stretched very tightly, spread eagle and his back is elevated by something underneath. In other words, his chest is way up in the air and his belly is flat as a pancake. The director gives us plenty of side views, both from above and nearly level with Yul’s body and it is very well done. This director knew how to showcase a man’s physique. Hell, enough of the platitudes... this scene is fucking hot!
We watched the entire film, Laura and I, on the couch. Frank watched, too, wrists strapped to his cross while standing on his rubber spikes. Nearly two hours viewing time gave me plenty of ideas for what to do with Frank.
Next insertion November 13
Nov. 13
By the time our film was over, Laura and I were horny again. As for Frank, I don’t think he ever stopped being horny. That orgasm he had didn’t change a thing.
I asked Laura if it was late enough to swim... naked.
“11:30... I’d say so.”
We unstrapped his arms from the cross and led him to the pool, Laura grabbing hold of his dick to use as a leash (my idea).
“Let’s get him wet so he’ll look sweaty, just like Yul.” That’s what I wanted to reproduce.
We shoved him into the deep end and swam with him for awhile, then Laura took his cock in hand to coax him out from the shallow end. I took two seat cushions from their lounge chairs and stacked them near pool’s edge, and then we made Frank lay across the top of them. She stretched out his legs and I did his arms.
“There you are, Frank. In the sweat house.” I refreshed his memory about the movie scene. “We’ll be nice and not tie you this time, because we know you’ll pose for us just like Yul Brynner did.
Laura and I got into the pool so we could have a side view. The water just barely covered our tits where we stood and Frank was about four feet away, stretched like a letter X with those cushions beneath the center of his back.
“Look at that, Laura. See how his sweat glistens in the moonlight?”
“Gorgeous... And look at that chest.”
“Yep. Sticking way up in the air.” My eyes inspected him from head to toe. “How about his belly? Don’t you love the way he exaggerates when he exhales? Makes it look like he’s really suffering.”
Frank was a damn good actor. He pretended to struggle against imaginary restraints, puffing up his chest and sucking in his belly. He’d lift his head and glare at us with his lower jaw extended, posing like a masculine hero.
He was such a good actor that Laura and I started making love. My penis was more than ready to go inside and her vagina was very ready to take me in. We stood with our bodies locked together, my pole poking her hole, our heads turned towards Frank and our cheeks pressed to one another.
Very few strokes were required. Laura started her high-pitched moans, suppressing them best she could so the neighbors wouldn’t hear. I tried to hold myself together so she could get off first, but Frank started moaning, too... low-pitched and man-like.
I couldn’t wait, but it was ok, because Laura’s inside contortions and poorly-suppressed cries signaled her orgasm had come, too. Our eyes stayed on Frank during the comedown and I was just about to let my cock slip out when we were interrupted.
“Frank? Laura? Are you back here?”
“Oh, shit!” Laura pulled away from me. “It’s the McKenzies.”
Nov. 14
“Who the hell are the McKenzies?” I whispered.
“They’re a couple we used to swing with.” Laura gingerly moved towards pool’s edge, trying not to splash or make waves. “Frank, what should we do?”
He whispered to her. “I am helpless. You and your unholy tortures. What do you want from me?”
You know, as if I didn’t already love him enough, that clever man nearly made me crack up with that one... staying in character as a way to tease his wife. Too bad I had to stay quiet, but Frank knew I enjoyed him. He was smiling at me like a mischievous prankster should.
“Damn it, Frank... Federal Dollars,” Laura safe-worded him. “Now, what should we do?”
“Fuck it. Don’t answer them. They’ll go away, eventually.”
Frank never moved. His big old cock laid on his belly and he kept himself stretched over those cushions. That beautiful son of a bitch. I just had to tell him.
“Hey Frank, I think you’ll be getting a little body worship... if these people ever get out of here.”
Laura followed his suggestion and moved towards me.
“So, these McKenzies,” I casually queried. “Are they into kink?”
“No, just four-ways.”
“Hmm... don’t tell me... let me guess. Since I’ve been coming over you’ve been ignoring them. Right?”
“Yes, damn it. They’ve been leaving phone messages. I guess I’ll call them tomorrow.”
“Oh, you won’t need to... there’s a woman looking at us right now. Is that her?”
Laura spun around to confirm it. Mr. McKenzie had hoisted his wife onto his shoulders so she could peek over the top of their security fence.
“Why, Frank,” said Ms. McKenzie. “I’ve never seen you looking so handsome.”
Nov. 15
“Skinny dipping, are we?” Already, this woman’s voice was irritating me. She got down off her husband’s shoulders, and then he shouted through the fence.
“Hey, Frank, Laura... mind if we join you?”
The best part to all of this was that Frank didn’t do a damn thing. He laid right there naked and all stretched out like nothing was going on, which of course did not please his wife.
“God damn it, Frank. Tell me what to do.”
“Well, shit, Laura. You’ve got to let them in. They’ve seen us naked before, so what the hell are you worried about?”
“Uh, a little thing called Jack. What do you want him to do?”
“Hey, Frank... want me to suck your dick so your pals can watch?”
Ain’t we men awful? Ganging up on Laura to make her more angry than she already was? Hell, bonding with Frank made me wanna suck on him for real.
“Sure, Jack. Might be a good way to get rid of them.”
I was about to do it until Laura stopped me. “All right, you clowns. Thanks for nothing. Get ready for the McKenzies.”
She got out of the water and let them in.
“Hey, you guys, long time, no see.” Mr. McKenzie wasted not time in peeling off his clothes and his wife followed suit, even though I never heard anybody say they could join us. Oh, well. They both were in the water with Laura and me in about 30 seconds.
“Jack, this is Richard and Margaret McKenzie... This is Jack McCutcheon.”
“Call me Dick,” he said. “Call me Maggie,” she said.
“Hi, Dick and Maggie. Call me Jack. There sure are a lot of Mc’s around here. Scotch or Irish?”
“So, uh, Frank, can’t you get it up for Laura anymore?” Dick asked to Frank who still hadn’t moved. Hmm... guess Dick didn’t find my opening question very interesting... dick.
“Well, if I’m not mistaken, it’s up right now.”
“Hey, it sure is.” Maggie apparently had a better memory than her husband. “You look uncomfortable, Frank. Why are you laying like that... trying to get a moon tan?”
“No, I’m waiting to get my dick sucked. Interested?”
I got the feeling that perhaps Frank hadn’t been so flippant about it with these people before, because what I thought was a very mature request was greeted with silence by them, almost like he had insulted poor Maggie. As for Laura, you will notice she was saying nothing, but I could see the steam rising from her ears.
Me? I’d just about had enough, and I’m proud to say that my Uncle Jasper came out of me. These people hadn’t earned my politeness or refinement, so I wasn’t going to give them any. Like Uncle J. says... ‘New people get my courtesy for about one minute, and if I don’t get any back, FUCK ‘EM!’ Since no one else seemed interested, I decided to find out how friendly these friends were gonna be.
“Well, shit, Frank.” I water-walked to pool’s edge right next to him. “If there ain’t any women around here that appreciate that pretty cock of yours...” I exited the pool. “...I’ll see what I can do.”