Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 01

       I could not believe that I had been talked into letting my new bride's mother join us on our honeymoon. Having adjoining rooms really put a crimp in my plans for a nonstop orgy of sex and freakiness. However it might not have mattered since my brand new wife had developed cold feet when it came to delivering the pussy. All I had ever gotten from her were some average handjobs and a few chances to feel her up, but only above the waist, and never any bare tit. After the first night I still had no idea what she looked like naked.

       I was down by the pool seething and wondering whether or not it might make sense to get an annulment. That's when her mom showed up in a bikini that left very little to the imagination. For a woman who was closer to fifty than forty, she had kept herself in great shape. Her belly had a little pad of extra flesh, but on her it looked sexy. The tits trying to pop out of the tiny top of that provocative suit must have been at least 38Ds. When she bent over to say hello, they almost fell into my lap, which got me going, but good. I thought to myself that mom would have been a better choice than her daughter when it came to getting me off on my honeymoon. After chatting with her for nearly an hour I was not only convinced, I was ready to tell my wife to take a hike.

       My new mother-in-law insisted in being called by the name of Roxy or as she liked to say, Roxy the doxy. When she was younger she put out for every serious boyfriend she had, and there were plenty considering how good her body looked today. She made no bones about the fact that by the time she was sixteen, she had done it all. You name it, she did it; handjobs, blowjobs, straight, anal and women as well. In high school she was fucking two male teachers regularly for good marks and going down on an older teacher at least twice a week just because she liked the way her pussy tasted.

       Her first and last husband, the father of my wife, lasted only time enough to knock her up. He was gone before Gwen was born. Since her ex-husband was a rich man and had not aquitted himself very well in the bedroom, she took him for a big chunk of money and some stocks that made the money seem paltry   when the market took off. Her financial advisor was a good one and he took out his fee in services. For six years Roxy spread her legs twice a week and took a pounding from his nine inch cock that never seemed to grow soft. It was this man who taught her how to give a professional blowjob when he wasn't turning her cunt inside out. Unfortunately for her he passed away a few years ago and she never was able to find a stud like him who also was smart as a whip when it came to making money for her in the stock market.

       So here on her nineteen year-old daughter's honeymoon she propositioned me;  her body in exchange for my silence concerning her offspring's lack of interest and knowledge, and a promise not to divorce her until mom had a chance to shape her up sexually.  At first I thought she was kidding, but when she leaned close and fed me a yard of hot, wiggling tongue and rubbed those big tits against my chest, I knew I had just struck gold on my honeymoon. She thought it was funny that I had to sit there for the next five minutes because I had a woody that wouldn't quit. I promised her a sound pussy thrashing for her impertinent behavior. She grinned and suggested I might also want to give her a sound spanking for her cheekiness once I finished molesting her. I countered by suggesting that her daughter be made to witness what happens to women who annoy me.

       Gwen was out, probably shopping at the local shops clustered around the resort. In less time than it takes to tell, Roxy popped out of that skimpy suit and showed the rest of what she had. Except for a patch of thick dark hair extending about an inch around the perimeter of her fat lipped cunt, she was devoid of pubic hair. Her big tits wobbled some without the miniscle support of the bikini top, but not so as to deter me from wanting to suck those milk bottles dry after I fucked her brains out. She suggested a shower, but all I wanted was to sink my hard cock into that furry slot and start stirring up her cunt juices.

       Roxy proved to be a revelation when it came to her ability to deliver top grade pussy. Had I met her instead of her daugher, this connundrum would never had occurred. We'd either be celebrating our marriage in the normal fashion, with not much thought being given to her daughter, or shacked up in one of the finer local resorts completely oblivious to the existence of her mousy child. She was delighted to discover that I had no problem going down on her well fucked cunt and sucking my cum from it. Roxy was like a little kid, begging me to let her have my cum so she could swish it around in her mouth and then swallow every delicious drop. Personally I did not share her opinion of the taste of my cum. To me it was more salty and even reminded me of chlorine at times.

       About an hour later as Roxy was demonstrating her oral skills to get me hard enough for another go at her juicy twat, in walks my bride and lets out a shriek that nearly burst our eardrums. Her mom immediately pulled rank on her mousy daughter and ordered her inside and told her to take off all her clothing before she ripped them off. Little miss priss, the one with the sealed up cunt and even tighter asshole sniffled and wept but managed to get down to her panties and bra in short order.

       However there was where she drew an imaginary line in the sand. Roxy proceeded to kick imaginary sand into her daughter's face, by ripping off her bra and yanking down her white cotton panties to reveal a nice looking patch of thick pubic hair and a set of knockers that would satsfy almost any man except the big boob fetish fans. My dick got rock hard despite all the energy I'd expended in nailing her mother to the mattress this afternoon.

       "Well, do I have to draw you a picture? Get your ass down on the bed and start sucking your husband's cock while I give you a few pointers on how it's done by a real experienced woman like myself."

       It was really funny to watch as my wife wrapped her mouth around my cock and started hoovering it. She sucked at sucking and I let her know about it,  yanking her hair from side to side as she slobbered and drooled all over my stiff joint. Roxy thought that was hilarious and she smacked her daughter's rump soundly as she gave her some very specific instructions on how to suck my dick so I'd come back for more.  I was all ears by now, after all maybe someone else might need Roxy's sage advice, like that big blonde bimbo in my office who wore the tight skirts and low cut blouses all the time.

       Roxy got into the act and began slowly jacking my cock into her daughter's mouth, warning her not to gag on it or she'd force even more down her throat. At this point I began to feel like a male blowup doll, just lying there like a piece of inflated rubber while my mother-in-law gave her daughter instructions on the care and feeding of her new husband. Things got a bit better when my blushing bride stared licking my balls at her mother's urging, letting the poor, ignorant child-woman know that she wasn't doing such a great job. Roxy got bored with her daughter's amateurish attempts at getting me off and so onto my stomach I went so she could show my new bride another one of her favorite tricks for keeping a man happy.

       I felt her hands prying my ass cheeks part and then her warm breath as she blew down onto my bunghole. Then it was the tip of her tongue pressing and wiggling against the entry to my rectum as my wife made retching sounds to express her opinion of what her mother was doing to my asshole. I loved it, which showed you how much my new bride knew about sex and the married male. My new mother-in-law had enough of her offspring's opinions on her ability to pleasure men and so she confronted her daughter big time.

       I had a front row seat to their cat fight, which turned out to be a massacre, as mom simply overwhelmed my prissy bride. Finally I had to step in to prevent my new wife from being suffocated. Roxy had managed to bury Gwen in a big fluffy pillow and she ran out of air quickly and went limp. Her mother was so angry that she kept on holding it against her daughter's face, not a good idea when my blushing bride was already unconscious. I dragged Roxy off her victim and in the process got a nice handful of one of her big tits.That calmed her down considerably and the next thing I knew she was urging me to pick up where we were when so rudely interrupted by Gwen's entrance.

       To be honest I was sorely tempted, but worried at the same time by what to do with my blushing bride who was about as useful to me as tits on a boar hog. Roxy thought my analogy was pretty funny and attempted to seduce me. I was not in the mood considering my prospects for a happy marriage were hovering around zero unless something remarkable happened very quickly. My mother-in-law winced as she watched my cock go from stiff to soft in less than a minute despite her presence.

       There is some saying having desperate measures and desperate times in it. I think that was what inspired Roxy to come up with the idea of turning my honeymoon into a short course on keeping the male member of the family sexually satisfied. She would teach the course with my help and to keep expenses down, she'd move her things into our honeymoon suite for the duration. In that way we'd save on the cost of her room and have Roxy available for twenty-four hours each day. It made some sense and what did I have to lose at this point?

                           ( To be continued - rolf palsy )        

                       Honeymoon Squared -Chapter 02

       Having made that decision, Roxy called the front desk to confirm her checkout time. That issue addressed, the only thing remaining was where to stash my blushing bride for the night. Roxy suggested that we take her to her room and tie her to the bed for the night while she entertained me in the honeymoon suite. It was the least she could do for her new son-in-law, and I heartily seconded her motion. Gwen had other ideas, but given the option of either being put in the trunk of our rental car for the night or occupying her mother's room, she opted for the latter.

       We used some of Gwen's newly purchased underwear to bind her wrists and ankles to the corners of the big bed. Roxy volunteered the panties she had worn yesterday as a gag to prevent her daughter from making a nuisance of herself while we adults were doing adult things in the adjoining suite. Fortunately I had a roll of tape in my bag that I used on my tennis racket. It did a nice job of keeping Roxy's panties inside her daughter's mouth. Ever the scamp, my mother-in-law decided that we leave the door separating the two areas open so Gwen might possibly pick up some information about sex that might enhance her chances of staying married to me.

       We ordered room service and killed the time before it arrived by fooling around. First we did a hot sixty-nine and got each other off in record time. Roxy had a tasty pussy and she flowed like a fountain. My cock set a new record for hardness and then flooded her mouth just about the time when she got stiff as a board and started to make some very funny sounds as the first big O, as she called it, rumbled like a freight train through her full figured body.

       When we came up for air, my hot partner decided to show her offspring what I just delivered. We padded over to where she was still struggling against her bonds and Roxy spit my cum into the palm of her hand and then rubbed into Gwen's mons, making sure she got more than a few drops lodged in the mouth of Gwen's tight, thin-lipped cunt. My bride's eyes grew wide with fear as the thought crossed her mind that perhaps those few drops might be just enough to make her pregnant.

       Dinner arrived just as we were thinking about another round of sixty-nine. Roxy disappeared inside her room and left me to handle the waiter, who was probably used to serving romantic newly weds who needed food to give them enough energy to let them continue fucking up a storm. I gave him a generous tip and as soon as he left, Roxy waltzed in, wearing a see through baby doll and a big smile. Dinner was served, but was it food or pussy? My mother-in-law opted for food, promising me a shot at her asshole sometime later this evening when we had digested our food.

       We finished dining and began to get amorous all over again. Roxy suggested I settle back on the bed and let her blow me to get the edge off and guarantee that the next round I'd last long enough to satisfy  her completely. I made some kind of off hand remark about checking on my wife and Roxy beamed, suggesting instead of checking up on her I should introduce her pussy to my cock and nail her good. I frowned at the idea of raping my wife, and Roxy lost her temper and started swearing at me. I lost it at that point and the next thing I knew I had my mother-in-law over my knee and was whaling the tar out of her  plump tush for alI I was worth.

       I guess that's why neither of us heard the arrival of a member of the housekeeping staff who had been unable to enter Roxy's room during the day for one reason or another. Her name was Lucinda and she had seen it all in the last three years of changing sheets, replacing towels and cleaning up the messes made by the hotel's occupants. She did admit later that she had never walked in to find a naked lady bound spread eagle fashion to one of the hotel's king sized beds. Fortunately for all concerned she was smart enough to realize that the door to the adjoining room was open, and so she peeked in and saw me walloping the devil out of another equally naked lady.

       I caught her out of the corner of my eye and dumped Roxy unceremoniously onto the carpet. She took one look at Lucinda and started laughing, which saved the day for all concerned. They'd already met and had hit it off quite well. Roxy put her finger to her lips and beckoned for the woman to enter our site. I took a good look at the housekeeper and came to two conclusions. One, she was no more than twenty and two, under that uniform was a rather healthy figure featuring big tits.

       Roxy took over the introductions, telling the housekeeper that I was her son-in-law, the naked woman on the bed in the other room was her daughter, married to me for less than a day, and she was trying to straighten things out between the two of us. Lucinda didn't look convinced, but when Roxy disappeared into her room and returned with a twenty dollar bill, the woman smiled and put out her hand. Then she looked me up and down and it was then that I realized I was as naked as Roxy and Gwen. Not only that, I had a nice hardon compliments of Roxy rubbing her bare body all over my cock while I was spanking her.

       Roxy came over and joined me, her hand wrapping around my cock and gently stroking it to keep it good and hard. Lucinda positively beamed and patted her crotch while she wiggled her tongue shamelessly at me. Roxy grinned and said she was teaching me and her daughter what fucking was all about, an outrageous lie as far as yours truly was concerned. Then Roxy innocently inquired when Lucinda was getting off and the woman grinned and told her as soon as she made up Roxy's room she was finished with her shift.

       Roxy smiled like the cat that swallowed the canary and inquired if the young housekeeper would care to join us once she got off work. The woman made an obscene gesture indicating that a whole lot of fucking would be going on and Roxy nodded and pointed to the other room and made the same obscene gesture, pushing her finger through a ring composed of her index finger and thumb. Frankly I was hot to see what she looked like under that shapeless uniform, and Roxy knew it.

       To make things interesting while he waited for Lucinda to return, we moved our act into where Gwen was. I moved a comfortable chair over to the side of the bed and let Roxy kneel before me and start worshipping my cock with her tongue and lips. The housekeeper poked her head from the bathroom and whistled at our activity.

       "Now don't you go wearing that nice dick out before Lucinda gets a chance to have it inside her hot wet pussy like the puta she is."

       Roxy laughed with my dick in her mouth and that was really hot. I almost lost my load right there and then. I looked over to Gwen and caught her staring at my cock as it disappeared into her mother's mouth and reappeared, glistening with her saliva. Her nipples were so longer soft, they were hardening and her breathing had changed as well. Was it possible that my frigid bride was getting turned on by watching her mom suck me off no more than a few feet from where she lie, helpless to get into the action? Roxy was too far gone to notice anything except my hard cock going in and out of her suctioning mouth. Things got even freakier when Lucinda got into the act, cupping my balls and making them bounce in the palm of her hand. She grinned down at Gwen and stuck out her tongue, teasing my bride and letting her know that she was low cunt on the totem pole.

       When the housekeeper leaned over and planted a wet kiss on the lips of my bride's cunt, Roxy choked on my cock which was half way down her throat and blew snot bubbles as we both watched in fascination as the young woman's tongue began probing Gwen's cunt for signs of moisture. Roxy finally cleared her throat of my cock and all the bile she had brought up and scolded the housekeeper for making a hog of herself. Then she smiled and told her to finish up and get back here as fast as she could because Roxy wanted to eat some latina taco. At that the housekeeper raised her skirt to give us both a good view of her plump pussy struggling to get free of the tight pair of cotton panties she had on. I could see the tendrils of thick, curly, black pubic hair getting loose in spots and that just made me get harder, a fact that was not lost on Roxy, or for that matter on Gwen, my blushing, no-sex bride.

       As soon as Lucinda left, promising to return with a surprise in less than an hour, Roxy got quirky. She ignored my twitching cock and instead began to press gently on her daughter's groin, causing her to struggle against the bonds holding her fast to the bed. She looked over to me and grinned evilly.

       "It seems that my daughter has a rather full bladder. I wonder what she'd offer to have some nice young man drain it for her?"

       I couldn't resist grabbing my cock and shaking it in Gwen's direction. She shut her eyes tight and moved her head to the side to avoid facing me. Roxy pressed a little harder and although she was gagged, we could hear my bride's groan. Then she inserted her middle finger into her daughter's twat and wiggled it around as Gwen grunted and tried to escape this embarrassing probing.

       "For all her struggling and faking, her pussy says she'd love some hard cock deep inside it. Why don't you step up and show your frigid bedmate what a good fucking really feels like. Then afterwards, if she's good we might even let her take a nice long piss. By then Lucinda should be back and the fun can really begin."

       The thought of fucking my reluctant bride while she was helpless to prevent it sort of appealed to my darker side. After all, she was my lawful wedded wife and why not exert my authority over her here and now? It was apparent that once the housekeeper returned, she and Gwen's mom were planning some close and very intimate activity with my bride, guaranteed to corrupt and degrade her, even as they thoroughly enjoyed doing whatever it was to her. Who knows, maybe, just maybe, could Gwen be secretly a lesbian? Wouldn't that make things interesting!

                       ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )  

                               Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 04

       In no time flat Lucinda and Roxy had me on the bed, arms and legs extended as if I was bound spread-eagle and at their mercy. To be honest once Roxy straddled my head and shoulders just before dropping her fleshy pudendum on my upturned face, I was effectively at her mercy. To make it even more to their advantage, Lucinda's strong hand trapped my balls while her hot mouth engulfed my cock. So while Roxy ground her pussy up and down my face, Lucinda sucked like a vacuum cleaner to harden my cock to the maximum. I was their captive and we all knew it.

       My tongue joined the action and began marching up into Roxy's very wet and rather warm twat like it was a conquering army. That ring of pubic hair she sported began to tickle me as I explored the goodies in her  lunch box. Now there was a new distraction, one that I rarely experienced. Lucinda was giving me a professional rim job with all the trimmings, her tongue probing and pressing against my anus while she slobbered a steady stream of saliva around the area where her tongue was working. Then when she blew, it got cold very quickly and what a rush that was, as my most sensitive region pebbled and tried to shrink. I could hear her giggling as she continued this slow torment, more saliva being added so the next warm breath would have even a greater effect on me. You talk about being tortured, this was one great method almost guaranteed to crack the most stubborn male.

       It was Roxy who rescued me from a fate that held no fear for yours truly. I was gathering steam and on the verge of giving Lucinda an unpleasant surprise for the nasty way she was treating my more sensitive parts. Then off in the distance, barely audible, came Roxy's voice asking if she could take a ride on my baloney pony before Lucinda got me off. The rush of fresh air revived me considerably when her cunt separated from my face, leaving behind a telltale aroma and a huge wet spot covering most of my face. I had to blink a few times to clear my eyes, and by then all I could see was Roxy's awesome ass blocking my view of anything else as she squatted, waiting for the housekeeper to finish teasing me.

       She started off riding me in reverse cowgirl, making sure she was properly mounted. Damn that pussy felt great as it massaged the entire length of my raging hard-on. Up and down and around and around that tight twat moved as she picked up the pace and we went from a canter to a full gallop. This woman really knew how to fuck! Once more thoughts of having her move in with me and my witless bride crossed my mind. I had visions of Gwen fluffing me while Roxy played with her amazingly tight pussy, anticipating another solid performance from her son-in-law.

       Roxy swiveled around on my pole and hunched over to get some power into her movements. Now Lucinda got into the act, licking my balls every time Roxy lifted that awesome ass up to ready herself for another downward move that would swallow me to the root. I looked up and enjoyed the sight of her enhanced tits bouncing up and down in rhythm with the pressure she was applying to my ready to burst cock. Then she took a sudden break to catch her breath, after all she was no spring chicken and was doing all the work. I wondered if it made good sense for us to switch positions so I could finish her off properly. I decided against it for a variety of reasons, all selfish. I wanted to have something left to handle Lucinda and maybe even her friend, June.

       She leaned over just enough that I could lick the sweat off her tits which made her smile and sigh. She went lower and now I was sucking those firm mounds and making the nipples super hard. She managed to actually get herself into position for some serious french kissing and we ardently swapped saliva and tongues. Then she quickly broke contact, straightened herself up and resumed riding me at a brisk gallop, her hips swiveling nicely and that wet cunt keeping my hard cock imprisoned as she worked to get us back into the barn before the storm broke.

       I lost it down the home stretch, squirting my white sauce up into her grasping, clutching cunt as she moaned and sighed, that hot pussy squeezing out every drop I had to offer. Lucinda started applauding and saying something in Mexican which meant absolutely nothing to me. Roxy fed me some tongue and dripped perspiration, or should I say sweat, all over my chest as she leaned over and tried to recover her equilibrium. I felt a little greedy because it was fairly obvious that her big O train was still in the roundhouse. I  made a vow to make amends before the night was over, then tabled that promise as the realization sank in that Lucinda and probably June wanted their piece of the cock as well.

       Roxy finally decided she should get off the pony and freshen up a little before getting back in line for another ride. Just before Lucinda planted her hairy pussy onto my face, I watched Roxy's outstanding butt twitching from side to side as she headed for the bathroom. Lucinda's cunt was neither sweet nor wet, which came as a surprise. Frankly I was kind of pooped from Roxy and really needed some time to get myself psyched up for another go-round with this heavy hitter. She was not in the mood for any excuses and  emphasized that by burying my entire face inside her thick patch of springy pubic hair. The ball, or was it the pussy, was now in my court, and it was play or be smothered. I steeled myself for some serious tongue and mouth activity, even though I was not exactly in the mood for this type of activity.

       Lucinda did her part, sucking my tired cock and occasionally licking my shrunken balls with her fat tongue. She even managed to lean forward and lick my asshole for a few golden moments. That did the trick and my dick began hardening. Just when it started to get interesting, I heard a holler from Roxy, even though that forest of thick pubic hair was doing a god job of isolating me from the rest of the world. Lucinda's juicing pussy was quickly removed from my face as she sprang from the bed and headed for the other room. It took me a few seconds to regain my senses, and by then all I could hear was a babble of voices, which made no sense.

       By the time I got into the other room, Lucinda and June were jawing eye to eye while Roxy stood there wringing her hands. I looked down at my new wife and definitely did not like what I saw. She was not moving and a couple of pillow cases were wrapped around her neck and held in place by a leather strap pulled tight. Then I realized that June had her forearm up into Gwen's cunt, well past the wrist!  "What the hell was this all about?" I asked myself. It was then that Lucinda took action and loosened the strap, muttering in that strange version of Spanish that I was hearing more of every day. Roxy was still having a fit, but at least it was a bit more quiet than previously. Then Gwen began to struggle against her bonds, a sign  that everything was well.

       It was June who broke the silence to inform everyone that she knew exactly what she was doing and offered to give anyone else a chance to join in the fun. Lucinda grinned, then laughed out loud as it struck home to her what June was doing to my bride. Looking at me she chuckled with a twinkle in her dark eyes and suggested that I break in my new wife and at the same time enjoy a trick June had just taught her.

       Roxy quickly dropped to her knees and began gobbling my cock like it was candy. Lucinda joined in and they played pass the baton with my joint, each one seeing how much she could make it grow before turning it over to her partner. Meanwhile June had  pulled her hand from Gwen's tight cunt and was making my new bride lick off the pussy juice she had deposited on it while June was fisting her. I couldn't help noticing a change in Gwen, especially the way she was going at all the salty mixture that had been scrapped off her cunt walls by June.

       So it was that one night after my wedding night I went to work on my bride while her mother, the hotel housekeeper and her roommate witnessed and assisted in the consummation of my marriage. To say it was an eerie experience would be putting it mildly. June, now wearing only her thong bikini, placed the double pillow case over Gwen's head despite her protests to the contrary. She was still held fast to the bed by her underwear that was doubling as restraints, and her struggles were ignored. Roxy hovered over her daughter to make sure that nothing would go wrong as June tightened the strap around Gwen's neck, beginning the process of asphixiating her. Lucinda was tonguing my asshole and guiding my cock into my wife's tight and surprisingly wet cunt.

       To me it was as if my dick was moving through warm butter that had just been churned. This almost made my wait worth it. After a few tentative strokes to make sure that she was ready for some serious dicking I shifted gears and started pumping her like she was a cheap whore. It was all me and nothing for her as I plowed that field like some high octane fueled tractor. Lucinda helped matters by whispering obscenities into my ear and telling me that the whore I was fucking needed it ten times a night or else she felt cheated. That made me move to a higher gear and my dick felt like it was scrapping all sorts of gunk off her cunt walls as it moved deeper and faster into that soaking fuck hole.

       Then I heard June's voice cautioning me that things were about to change and change big time. True to her word, Gwen's cunt clamped down on my cock like a vise. It was like running full tilt into a brick wall. My dick was trapped in a death grip! Before I could panic, it relaxed and I started pumping her like a maniac, more out of fear and vengeance than anything else. I'd show this cock teaser what a real man would do to her if she pulled that kind of crap. Then I ran into another speedtrap and slowed to a crawl as that twat tightened once more and this time it lasted more than just a couple of seconds. Again she released my prong and so I punished that pussy some more with even harder strokes, putting my back into it and drawing excited urging from both amateur part-time whores to keep it coming as they watched me try to pulverize my bride of two days.

       It was kind of weird to be fucking my bride for the first time and yet somehow notice that her mother is less than five feet away and she's shamelessly strumming her clit like it's a banjo. Every time I saw that, my cock tried to go a little faster and deeper. I really wanted to hurt Gwen and make her pay for all the idiocy she made me put up with. This little cunt was nothing but a cheap whore as far as I was concerned. As soon as I got her back home she had two choices, start hooking for me until she made me my first million, or accept a no fault divorce that she or her mom would pay me to initiate. It's amazing what you can imagine while you're fucking your wife for the first time.

       I wasn't sure about letting Roxy move in with me either, since her dumb, cock-teasing daughter also carried the same genes as dear old mom. Maybe I could have her hooking too? Who knows, I might parlay a mother-daughter hooker team into major cash in less than a year? Then there was always the Japanese market; those freaks would eat this pair up like they were sushi.

       By now Gwen was clicking off contractions every thirty seconds and they lasted for almost the same amount of time. This was getting to be much more than I could handle, so I pulled out between contractions and jacked off all over her tits, which weren't moving, a signal that she was in deep trouble oxygen wise. I waved my arms and yelled at June, who was so transfixed by what was going on that she had totally forgot that Gwen needed air to stay alive. This time it took the better part of five minutes of frantic efforts to finally get Gwen awake and ready for more fun and games.

       All Gwen wanted to do now was fuck and she was rather vocal about it. Lucinda and June put their heads together and decided to check around town to see if any of their contacts woud be interested in a girl for the evening, one who was relatively fresh and very eager to please. While the made some calls I let Gwen suck my cock while her mom added some fuel to the fire by managing to get her relatively small hand into her daughter's soaking wet and recently shaven snatch and proceeded to see just how far up that tight birth canal she could make it go. I was rock hard and Roxy's arm was in Gwen almost to the elbow when Lucinda happily announced that there was an adult bookstore only a short driving distance from here that needed a booth girl for the evening.

                       ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )

                              Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 5

       I was a bit concerned about breaking the news to my less than blushing bride that I had pimped her out for the rest of the night and well into the following morning. To my amazement she took it like a trouper, only asking what her cut from the action would be. Lucinda took over and explained the details about what was expected of a booth girl. Gwen's face lit up like a kid who had just come downstairs on Christmas morning and found a pony beneath the tree. All she wanted was to be untied so she could throw on some clothing and accompany Lucinda and me to this place of business.

       I hadn't been paying too much attention to what Roxy had been doing, but it became obvious that she and June had a thing going on, and they were only too happy to hold down the fort while we transported Gwen to her destination, which was only a short drive from here. Lucinda helped untie my bride, but insisted that all she needed when it came to coverage was a short robe, the kind worn around the hotel pool by the more modest sunbathers. We went downstairs and piled into the monstrous SUV that Roxy insisted we rent.

       While Lucinda simultaneously navigated for me and brought Gwen up to speed on what her responsibilities would be; I struggled to control this behemoth, cursing whoever decided that this was the future of automobiles. Fortunately we didn't get lost and I managed to find a parking space in which to park this abortion on wheels. It was astonishing just how many cars were parked behind what appeared to be a rather average sized building. We escorted Gwen to the rear entrance of the Fun for All adult bookstore and entered once we negotiated the maze designed to slow down any attempt to raid the place by the local minions of law enforcement.

       The interior of the store was gigantic. The rear entrance gave no hint of the building's size. Lucinda was an old hand at working this place; trolling for cutomers without being too overt was her specialty. She had an arrangement with the owner that guaranteed him a cut of her action. Lucinda had also worked for him as a booth girl when things got slow, generally in the winter, when the rains came. She also had an arrangement with the local cops, blow jobs and some occasional pussy in exchange for them looking the other way while she was doing business in the parking lot, all very discrete, but still highly illegal.

       Lucinda led us down one row of porn tapes and over to another featuring adult toys. The girls were constantly jostled and even pinched by the dozens upon dozens of customers hovering over the various displays.Hanging from the ceiling were blow-up dolls ranging from the simple to the complex in design. Track lighting and the relentless strobes provided an eerie background for the army of perverts, or should I say customers, who pawed at the shrink wrapped girlie magazines and various periodicals devoted to the swinging life style. We made a turn and headed down a long aisle devoted to bondage gear, ranging from handcuffs, helmets and masks to accoutrements made of leather, latex and vinyl. Off in the distance we could make out the elevated sites where customers paid for their merchandise, mostly using credit cards.

       At long last we reached our destination, one of the end pay stations. The guy manning it had enough hardware embedded in this face to prevent him from ever getting through an airport security check. He nodded at Lucinda who stuck out her tongue and wiggled it lasciviously in his direction, her way of saying hello. He turned his attention to Gwen, who was still rubber-necking. He told her to open her robe and show him the merchandise. His eyes widened at the sight of her 38Cs, flat stomach, long tapering legs, thick, dark pubic hair and pouting pussy, its lips still slightly engorged from all the fun and games she had been playing back at the hotel. Lucinda told my brunette bride to cover herself up before she started a riot that would surely bring the cops.

       Meanwhile the clerk, or whoever he was, looked into the bank of monitors that gave him a view of what was going on in every booth at the Fun for All adult bookstore. I caught a glimpse of shadowy goings-on in many of the dimly lit cubicles where porn loops were playing against the wall, but the audience of two seemed to be trying to duplicate what was happening on tape. There were a few booths that were much larger, brightly lit and contained a reasonably attractive performer who was either interacting with potential customers located on the other side of the one-way glass walls, or happily engaged with some lucky fellow who had managed to talk or buy his way inside for some more intimate activities. So there was a hierarchy when it came to booth girls. Based on my limited observations, Gwen was certainly a candidate for one of the brightly lit glass booths.

       Metal face asked Gwen a few leading questions about her willingness to engage in sexual congress with the patrons, provided they treated her with dignity and paid the freight including her tip for special services rendered. Lucinda piped up whenever my bride had difficulty answering his probing questions. When he asked Gwen for some ID and her social security number, I gawked and Lucinda started laughing. I volunteered to go back to the hotel and pick up the needed documents.

       He nodded and continued to stare at my wife as his lips moved and he kept glancing at the bank of monitors. Finally he shrugged and told Gwen she was going into Room 8. All she had to do was stay naked, play with her tits, occasionally touch her pussy and smile at the customers, even though she couldn't see them. In the likely event that any of them propositioned her, she was to tell them that her manager, who was Willie at station 22, would be happy to arrange a meeting with her provided they had the right amount of cash with them. In addition they were to leave a ten dollar tip once they completed their intimate interaction with her. Of course they were required to use a condom issued by the Fun for All adult bookstore as a part of the package deal they purchased.

       Lucinda promised to keep an eye on Gwen while I retrieved the information that metal face required to make Gwen a bona fide employee of this burgeoning enterprise. Getting out of the packed parking lot proved to be much more challenging than getting into it. It also didn't help that there were ladies of the evening out in the lot trolling for customers. Apparently they were connected with the large, colorfully decorated vans located throughout the lot. Whether they were directly connected with the adult bookstore was moot, but I had better things to do than be propositioned by one of these ladies clad in the shortest and tightest garments that ever tried to conceal and at the same time reveal the physical attributes she possessed. Somehow without causing any serious accidents, I managed to negotiate my way out of the lot and head back towards the hotel.

       Entering the suite of rooms I was confronted by the sight of Roxy spread out on the bed formerly occupied by her daughter. She was naked as a jay bird with her hands and feet tightly bound to the corners of the bed. Covering her head was a plastic bag, its interior dripping with water. A piece of wire was wrapped tightly around her neck to prevent any air from entering the bag. June was up to her old tricks, and this time it was my mother-in-law who appeared to be on the brink of asphixiation. Lucinda's roommate had removed her thong bikinis, allowing the black patch of pubic hair to dominate her groin, inner thighs and belly.A quick glance at Roxy's rising and falling tits indicated that she still hadn't exhausted her air supply, but obviously she was close.

       It was the buzzing that made me take a better look at Roxy. I spotted the circle of white stretching her cunt mouth and realized I was looking at some kind of vibrator. June smiled and made an obscene gesture that rougly translated to the fact that Roxy had been squeezing off plenty of orgasms is my absence, and was about to  have another in the series. The words were hardly out of her mouth when my dear old mother-in-law began thrashing against her bonds, using up the last of her air. I guess it was adrenalin that kept her going, once her air supply ran out.

       June leaned forward and patted Roxy's pussy, crooning to her and asking if she was having a good time getting off again. There was so much condensed water vapor in the bag that Roxy's face was shrouded, perhaps not the best of terms to be used in this situation. Suddenly the helpless victim had a powerful contraction, so strong that the vibrator was expelled from her cunt. That was simply amazing to me. I looked at her tits and they were motionless, a very bad sign. June had a silly grin on her face and she seemed to be counting to herself. I guess she got to her favorite number because she quickly unwrapped the wire that had been digging into Roxy's throat and once more allowed her lungs to begin sucking up air as fast as they could.

       While Roxy slowly recovered from her latest orgasm that had taken her to the edge for who knows how many times, I rummaged around to find Gwen's wallet with all the stuff I needed to make sure she would be legally employed at the bookstore. Had I realized what  was happening at this very moment, I might have wished my mother-in-law all the best, and taken off for parts unknown. Instead I hung around to make sure she was alert and understood just how precarious her situation was with June being in control. Roxy laughed and told me to stop worrying, she was having a great time.

       While we were talking, June found her white, plastic hooker's purse and dragged a strap-on from its depths. Roxy's eyes got big and she breathed deeply before asking if that was for her. June's grin answered her question with no ifs, ands or buts. I'd done all I could to protect her from herself. If she wanted to live dangerously, that was her right, just as long as I wasn't around to pick up the pieces or become the fall guy. As I walked out of the suite, June was lining up the head of that monster with Roxy's fat-lipped cunt and telling her she would just go crazy once it got deep inside her and really made her juices start flowing.

       Getting back to the parking lot was no problem; finding a space to park this Detroit steroid monster proved to be another story altogether. Had I known what was going on inside, I would have turned around and gone back to the hotel and watched June take Roxy to the edge one more time. One of the painted ladies working the parking lot gave me the high sign and pointed out a parking space into which this piece of junk  managed to fit. When she propositioned me, I had to sigh and turn her down, explaining that my wife was working inside and I was only here to bring some paperwork so she could continue working. She gave me the finger and left in a huff, having targeted another potential customer two aisles down.

       Once more I passed through the maze and found myself in the cavernous interior of the Fun for All bookstore. It took a bit of navigating to locate metal face, who was talking over the intercom,and not looking very happy. I waited patiently for him to acknowledge my presence, and when he did, I caught an earful. It seems that my blushing bride was causing a near riot with her behavior. Presently there were approximately fifteen potential customers for her unique services angrily milling around the gentleman manning station 22. It was an embarrassment of riches for Willie, who never in his three month career at the bookstore had to handle so many customers for the same booth girl. It seems that my wife had kicked it up a notch and driven her audience into a frenzy.

       Gwen was too hopped up from her hotel session to just sit there staring at the one-way mirror. She knew there were men on the other side; men who would fuck her bowlegged if given the opportunity. She decided to give them a show and a little hint at what was in store for any who were bold enough to go one on one with her in front of a live audience of strokers. There would be no further occasional touching of her pussy that was by now dripping like a faucet with a bad seal. She started digging in with two, then three fingers, scooping out the juices which she licked up passionately before going back for more. Gwen wasn't satisfied with just sampling her cunt juice, she wanted more. The next thing her audience knew, she was twisting and turning her fist to make it slip into her twat. By now a couple of braver souls had pulled out their equipment and were furiously engaged in a stroking contest to see who could coat the glass first. It was almost a dead heat, and the result incentivized more of the audience to get into the swing of things.

       Gwen was building up a good head of steam, but the men outside were going insane with suppressed lust. A few of the saner ones, who knew the drill, made a beeline for Willie at station 22. By now Gwen was engaged in seeing just how far she could pull a string of her glistening pussy secretions before it parted. Still not satisfied, she started licking the glass partition, which drove the crowd into a frenzy. This was followed with some fantastic dry humping of the same partition, leaving all sorts of sticky things behind as her twat drooled out more and more juice. Then she stood back, her hand strumming her bloated clit and mouthed the words "Go see Willie at station 22 so you can get in line to fuck me stupid." That did it, there was a stampede of sex-crazed customers all headed for poor, unsuspecting Willie.

                       ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur ) 

                          Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 06

       During the night shift three security people had the responsibility for maintaining order in this vast adult bookstore. The near riot that broke out in front of Gwen's booth brought the two covering the interior on the dead run. Unfortunately there was no room for them to enter since the entryway was blocked with bodies, many fighting to either escape or break through the one-way window that shielded Gwen from her adoring fans. To make matters worse there was a mini-riot going on at Willie's station as a number of potential customers fought each other for the right to enter the booth and do all sorts of nasty things to the naked brunette who occupied it.

       The one who had hired Gwen was actually part owner of this adult enterprise, and he reluctantly put in a call to the local law enforcement people since he realized his limited security force was no match for the excited crowd that was growing by the minute. I had the great good luck to arrive in my garbagemobile at the same time that three squad cars pulled into the bookstore parking lot, causing the ladies of the evening to scatter like cockroaches under a bright light.

       To add to the madness, dozens upon dozens of customers were fleeing from the Fun for All bookstore and frantically looking for their cars. This only added to the general confusion. My tank was surrounded on all sides by desperate drivers doing their best to find the exit and escape the police, who had absolutely no interest in them. For once having a huge hunk of metal at my command helped matters. I was able to commandeer a pair of empty spaces for my chariot of steel that were located within a stone's throw of the bookstore's rear entrance. From there it was a simple matter to hike to the maze.

       Passing through the narrow entryway was an exhausting task. Fortunately I had a convoy of blue uniformed cops that swept me along with them as they fought to swim upstream against the tide of humanity coming towards them. We finally burst into the main floor to find it relatively quiet. Most of the paystations were doing fairly good business, and a goodly number of rubber neckers were doing their best to unwrap the shrink wrapped girlie magazines. Almost all the booths showing porn tapes had open doors and empty interiors. Since the big booths were off to the side, inside another minimaze, it was not possible to ascertain their status.

       I spotted metal face talking and gesturing to a cop wearing bars. From the number of police standing around, it was apparent that some had come through the front door which presented no difficulty at all. What I didn't know at the time was that the initial strike team had already homed in on the source of the disturbance and had arrested the booth dancer, who happened to be my bride of two days! It was Lucinda who got my attention and gave me the high sign to come away from the area where the police lieutenant or captain was talking to metal face. She quickly filled me in on what had happened. Evidently Gwen was the sole source of the riot and had been taken into custody by the police some few minutes ago. Naturally I was eager to go and bail my wife out of jail as quickly as I could. That's when she gave me the bad news.

       From what she knew about the local cops, they were loathe to arrest anyone unless it was for some major crime. It was no secret that the owners of the bookstore, which was one of the biggest sources of revenue for the city, had a secret arrangement with the local law enforcement agency that made it fairly easy to hold offenders such as the whores and booth dancers without actually arresting them. No one wanted to admit it, but the unofficial bail was usually paid in pussy by the offenders. In the case of Gwen, who had no obvious way of identifying herself and was the direct cause of the riot, her bail would be considerable, perhaps taking as long as a week before she was allowed to return to work, or leave town. I felt kind of woozy at that revelation.

       When the door to Gwen's booth was thrown open, her face lit up for a brief moment. Then she realized that the two men were wearing police uniforms and had anything but friendly looks on their faces. However it wasn't until one of them kneed her in the cunt, that she knew for sure she was in deep trouble. All she had done to deserve this punishment was give them a big grin and ask if they wanted any pussy.  Fighting to keep her lunch down, Gwen doubled over and for her troubles took a rabbit punch that sent her to the floor, nearly breaking her nose.

       By then she was terrified, and for some very good reasons. Her wrists were quickly cuffed behind her back and one of the cops took advantage of the situation to grab her tits and give them a good twisting making her scream. They yanked her to her feet and she made her second mistake, opening her mouth to try to explain her situation. That led to a second knee to the cunt and down to her knees she went, this time spreading her lunch all over the floor. A few drops must have splattered onto the trousers of one of them. The next thing she knew, her face was being rubbed into the mess she had just produced. Had it not been for the arrival of someone in authority, who knows what might have happened to poor Gwen?

       She was hustled out to the police car covered only by a short jacket loaned by one of the bookstore employees. Nonetheless there were numerous observers eager to get a glimpse of the sex-crazed booth girl who had started the fracas. Gwen was placed in the back seat for her trip to the holding area, a deserted house located a few miles beyond the city limits. It was often vacant except on the weekends, when the herd of whores were so thick that it had to be thinned. My bride was still dazed from the rough treatment she had been given, but her juices had already begun to flow. She counted two riding in front and already began to shake off the effects of her rough handling. Right now Gwen's agenda had only one item, cock of any size or shape, just as long as it could get stiff and stay that way without too much attention.

       Lucinda convinced me that talking to metal face now would be a very big mistake. Since she knew him better, it was decided to head back to the hotel where plenty of activity was bound to be happening. Being a little naive about such things, I wondered how she could be so confident. It took the better part of thirty minutes just to clear the parking lot, since many of the patrons who fled earlier were now filtering back inside the Fun for All bookstore. On the way over to the hotel Lucinda promised me a memorable blowjob for my efforts and even hinted that June might be in the mood to take my cock up her asshole if I played my credit card properly. This was not exactly what I had been hoping for when we started out on this little adventure.

       Indeed things were not as I imagined they'd be once we returned to the suite. The first thing I noticed was this strange, older man lying on his back in my bed. He was naked and his cock, rather long but a little on the thin side when it came to girth, was being carefully sucked and slurped by June, while this unknown woman, who looked to be in her early fifties, slowly moved a plastic vibrating toy in and out of his asshole.  She was crooning that he was getting close to going off based on the way his prostate was reacting to the buzzer she called little Annie. Later I learned that Annie was the name of their only child, who like them was a dedicated swinger.

       Lucinda let out a whoop and announced the couple to be clients she had met on her housekeeping rounds. Evidently she had left word with June to contact them once she got bored with doing nasty things to my mother-in-law. That reminded me to check next door and determine if Roxy was still alive and well. I nearly had a heart attack at the sight that greeted me.

       My mother-in-law was still stretched out, spread-eagle fashion, on the bed. Roxy's head was in a plastic bag, one that was wet inside! Her big tits were now much bigger and had turned a nasty shade of purple from the twine that was tightly wrapped around the base of each. That huge dildo I had seen being prepared to stretch Roxy's cunt had somehow made its journey up her birth canal and probably been finally halted by her cervix, based on the inch or two that was jutting from the mouth of her cunt. Her pussy lips had been narrowed to a thin line of flesh from the monster invader.

       Lucinda let out a long whistle and observed that Roxy must have had an orgasm overload based on the way she looked. I was still frozen in place, convinced that June had overdid it and killed my mother-in-law. That's when Roxy shifted her body and moved her head a bit. She was alive and none the worse for her ordeal. Lucinda chuckled and observed that there was a lack of launching pads for us. She joked that perhaps we should go downstairs to where the SUV was parked and have sex there.

       I pulled the moisture laden bag from Roxy's head and attempted to remove the cord sunk into her tit flesh. It was no dice, which made me frantic as thoughts of gangrene and other possibilities raced through my mind. Lucinda just cleared her throat and used a nail file to get between the swollen flesh and the embedded cord, so her nail scissors could cut through the twine. Roxy gasped with pain, but that was nothing compared to what she experienced once the blood circulation to her giant tits was restored.  Once Lucinda cut her free, Roxy got up and tottered to the bathroom where she noisily voided what sounded like a gallon of piss from her distended bladder. I steeled myself for her inquiry concerning Gwen, but it was not forthcoming, just as well under the circumstances.

       Lucinda got busy undressing and so did I. The thought of perhaps ass fucking her friend got my blood boiling in a hurry. My "coy" companion insisted that I go down on her first as a gesture of good will. The prospect of chowing down in that jungle of pubic hair was rather unappetizing, but the prospect of later nailing June's tight asshole overwhelmed my good sense. I don't know exactly how much thick, springy hair I strained before reaching my objective of her fat-lipped cunt. You talk about being in a jungle, it was all of that, damp, fetid and very warm. God knows what had died in that patch of unruly hair, but I did my best not to dwell on that issue.

       She turned into a traffic cop, directing me to all her sweet spots, and making sure I mined them thoroughly before moving on to the next lode. I was told when to suck, when to kiss, when to lick, and even when to nibble. The jungle got wetter, warmer and the stench was almost more than yours truly could handle. My tongue had been extended to its limit to reach a few of the areas she claimed needed my attention. However it was when I was innocently nibbling on the region just around her clit that Lucinda gave a deep sigh and then launched herself into outer space, with yours truly along for the ride. While this was happening, there came loud shouts of glee from those enjoying the fun in the other room. I guessed that the older man had finally delivered the goods and the ladies were eagerly dividing up the stash.

       No sooner was Gwen pushed through the door, then they had her kneeling on the splintery wooden floor. She did her best to accommodate the two cop cocks that were taking turns making her gag and spew snot from her nostrils. It was going to be a long night for the bride of two days. Little did she realize that over a dozen police officers were coming off shift in roughly two hours. Most of them would then be heading for this out of the way place where those who committed victimless crimes were given their just desserts.

       

                           ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )       

                                    Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 7

       Lucinda was still visiting one of the outer planets in our solar system when June stuck her head into our little love nest. For the first time since my return, there was a chance to see just what that bottle-blonde looked like without her clothes. She was totally awesome to put it mildly. Unlike Lucinda, she shaved her pubic hair, making that pussy look like a coin slot. Her tits were damn near perfect when it came to size and shape. I'd already crawled up her legs with my beady eyes when she first entered with Lucinda; they hadn't changed. The idea of nailing her tight, round asshole was still paramount in my list of things to do.

       " O.K. stud, where have you stashed the rest of Lucinda? She looks as brain dead as that prissy cunt you married. "

       My new fuck buddy was still enjoying her trip and I dared not wake her for fear she might force me to launch her for a second visit to wherever she had gone. Was it possible that perhaps June might be willing to engage in a little friendly ass fucking in Lucinda's absence? The look on her cute face said no chance for romance. So far I'd nailed Roxy and my blushing bride, but these two ladies of the evening were playing hard to get with yours truly, which was not what I had anticipated. For a brief moment I thought of telling June to wake her friend and try not to let the door hit them in the ass on their way out. Then I took a closer look at June's hot body and tabled that idea for the moment. What happened next, floored me, but what the hell?

       " Care to make an easy fifty bucks? The old woman needs some cock, but her husband shot his wad for the night. Think you can handle her?  Do a good job and she'll probably double your fee for servicing her. Those two have big bucks and aren't afraid to spend it. "

       You talk about being speechless; this was off scale. Now the whores were pimping me! June sweetened the pot by suggesting she make it a threesome. When I countered with the demand that her tight asshole be part of the deal, she grinned and said yes if I gave her the money the older woman offered for our services. I sighed and nodded my head, realizing that June was a hell of a lot smarter than she appeared at first blush.

       While all this negotiating was talking place at the hotel, Gwen was dutifully paying the first of many installments for her part in the Fun for All mini-riot. It took her back to the good old days when she was a hot boxed, up and cumming tramp of fourteen ready for any amount of strange cock or pussy. Middle school was a happy hunting ground for her, and she had enough notches on her headboard at home to make her mother jealous. She had any number of teachers twisted tightly around her finger, but the ones she really wanted were the tough guys and tougher cunts. A tough guy didn't lose his concentration when she accidentally flashed her new bikini panties with the sheer crotch that showed her shaved pussy. Instead he gigged her for a private afternoon detention starting once classes ended for the day.

       Those were the fun times for Gwen. She knew that her mother had given the school permission to use corporal punishment if she got out of hand. Even at this early age she was beginning to enjoy having her bouncy buns burned with various school approved implements such as the wooden paddle, studded strap and spanking gloves used by most of the tight guys. She loved the thrill of removing her school uniform down to her underwear, always bikinis and push-up bra in white lace, then either bending over the arm of one of the stuffed chairs for her ten or twenty of the best, or best of all, taking a spanking with the glove while she lay over the lap of the tough guy teacher. What made her day would be when the tough guy spanking her got a hard on.

       The tough cunts really knew how to take care of troublemakers, and Gwen was the leader in that category. She flashed her bikinis, passed notes and loudly chewed gum, all part of her scheme for getting attention from the tough cunt teachers, who she worshipped. Rarely did they deign to pay any attention to her antics, but when they did, it meant off school grounds. The routine was a phone call to her mother who always approved of whatever they recommended for Gwen. Roxy was always on the lookout for chances to have the house to herself and the studs that came calling. It was years later before her mother confessed that one of the tough guy teachers sent more than one evening fucking her stupid.

       Rarely was it a one on one session with a tough cunt teacher. They always tried to invite at least one other kindred spirit to straighten out the problem child that was Gwen. Once through the door it was strip to the skin, bend over and grab her ankles and count as her heart shaped ass was beaten with a studded strap or if in season, freshly cut switches that left welts that lasted for a week or more. Afterwards it was time for a little tenderness, a few kisses on her blistered bottom, a walk to the bedroom and under the covers for some serious girl-girl action. To Gwen waking up cuddled against the bare body of a tough cunt teacher who had taken the skin off her ass and then licked her pussy until she saw stars, was a great moment that she wanted to last for weeks or months.

       In a sense what Gwen was enduring in this holding cell for unwanted troublemakers reminded her just a little of those adventures while she was growing up and becoming frigid when it came to sex. She was certainly getting the short course from the police, who mistreated her with great vigor. Currently she was buck naked, kneeling on a pair of batons, her hands cuffed behind her back. She was being challenged by two members of local law enforcement who were taking turns forcing their stiff cocks into her mouth and then seeing how far down her throat they could thrust them before her air was cut off and her face turned blue. They had been at this exercise for the better part of an hour and Gwen's tonsils were sore and the lining of her throat felt as if it had been abraded with sandpaper.

       The arrival on the scene by lieutenant Carol Lauren got everyone's attention in a big hurry, including the pair working on the latest visitor to this hideaway. She had a reputation for being a by the book officer who always knew which way the wind was blowing when it came to police politics. She had been sent to take a first hand look at the cause of the near riot that took place at the Fun for All adult bookstore. The lieutenant's timing was perfect, as Gwen had just brought up her last two meals, splattering some on the trousers of her two tormentors. They in turn were using her face and hair to clean up the mess she had created as well as to punish her for unacceptable behavior. Lt. Lauren was most amused at the sight of the naked teenager getting her just desserts.

       Gwen was quickly dragged by her vomit soaked hair into the interrogation room. At one time this had been a rather large bathroom, which made it an ideal place to "interview" those guilty of interfering with local businesses that provided most of the revenue for the town's infrastructure including the police. Poor naive Gwen was about to pay a very steep price for getting in the way of progress. That was the sole reason for the appearance of the good lieutenant, who was known as the enforcer. With assistance from the two cops Gwen was soon tied tightly to a chair, her back arched, wrists, elbows and biceps roped and pulled together, then joined to the ropes keeping her legs parted and pulled up under the seat of the chair. Two thick straps held her torso against the back of the sturdy chair, completing her bondage.

       She hadn't paid too much attention to the location of her chair, but when the cold water began pouring down on her bare, bound body, the prisoner began shivering and straining to escape her tight bondage. Gwen looked like a half drowned kitten by the time the water was stopped. Photographs were taken of her before she was beaten senseless with rubber hoses by the two angry cops. More photographs followed and then she was revived for another drubbing, with plenty of attention given to her firm tits. By now one eye was swollen shut, her lips were split in a number of places and she had massive bruising of the rest of her face. Her tits were swollen and almost completely covered with bruises ranging from yellow to purple. Other areas of her naked body such as her thighs, ribcage and shoulders were also badly bruised. Her breathing was more like a wheeze and every breath felt as if a knife was being stabbed into her chest. The lieutenant decided her guest needed some time to reflect on the things that brought her to this state. All Gwen could think about was how much she hurt.

       The time allotted to reflection was not free of outside influences, the lieutenant made sure of that. A large vibrator was forced into the bound woman's cunt, adding to her discomfort. Things got really interesting when it was activated and began to churn away deep inside her very tight pussy. At first Gwen was frightened, then as her fuck box accommodated to the intruder, she began to relax and enjoy the stimulation. It certainly took her mind off the damage that had been done to her face and body. Evidently Lt. Lauren grew very annoyed at her attitude, which Gwen did little to disguise. Suddenly she was being slapped across the face with hard and fast blows dealt out by the female law enforcement officer. This was quickly followed by a switch from the vibrator to a police baton that was rammed deep into her twat by one of the male cops. She never had felt such pain in her young life. Then the baton was yanked out, only to be reinserted with even more force and anger on the part of the one doing her. Additional photographs were taken of the baton sticking out from her stuffed cunt.

       Gwen got another cold shower that left her entire body covered with goose bumps. The two cops had just begun to once more drub her tits with the rubber hoses when someone stuck in his head to inform the lieutenant that nearly a dozen law enforcement officers had arrived and were looking for the fresh meat so they could begin to fuck it. It took a few minutes before Gwen tottered from the cold, wet environs of the interrogation room and faced the group of stern-faced police waiting to rape her with anger mixed with enthusiasm. It had been almost a week since fresh cunt to rape and humiliate had been made available.

       June and I walked in on an interesting scene. Roxy had evidently decided that it was not her bedtime yet. Instead she was sucking the cock of the older gentleman I'd seen earlier when I was with Lucinda. His wife was still working the vibrator in and out of his asshole, but for all extents and purposes, he was a dry hole for the rest of the evening. The wife got big eyes when she noticed my semi-hard dick. Roxy was too busy to notice much of anything. June very diplomatically suggested that Roxy and the old man either move to his suite or take our room next door. Lois was all for them going as far away as possible, realizing that she had a good chance of getting laid if she played her cards right. It took some doing but at long last Roxy and the old man, Warren was his name, headed for his suite to continue Mission Impossible III. June put her head together with Lois, Warren's wife, and after a time she looked over to me and smiled. The hard part of the transaction, the fee, had been determined. Now all that was required was yours truly doing the deed and somewhere in the process managing to nail June's ass as well.

       Lois and June wasted no time getting down to the serious business of getting my dick into operating condition. Before I knew what hit me, June's pussy was planted securely onto my face and her mouth was doing a very good impression of a vacuum cleaner on my cock. I stuck my tongue up June's twat and wiggled it around, sort of getting to know her, in the biblical sense. That was moving along quite well when I felt the nose of that vibrator poking against my tight asshole. June giggled when she realized what was happening. I heard some muffled words as the two females discussed what tricks to do to get me hard and very potent. Lois pulled the vibrator away and replaced it with her long, pointy tongue. That I liked, despite the fact that she was twice my age. It didn't take much to get the blood flowing into my cock. It also turned out that June's pussy was mighty tasty, another extra added attraction so to speak.

       Rather than hold people in suspense, I'll provide some of the highlights. First of all I got hard, very hard, in a very short period of time. It was hard to believe that my cock could get that stiff so fast considering all the effort I'd been asked to provide for my many sex partners. So I exaggerated, only Roxy and Gwen got a good ride, but it seemed like more when I factored in all the teasing I got from Lucinda and June. Regardless, Lois got her itch scratched but good. June on the other hand disappeared the moment I blew my load inside Lois. Now that was one grateful lady; unfortunately June had told her I would do her for free. According to Lois, a promise was a promise when it came to paying for sex. She did offer to let me fuck her again if I'd let her rim me. That was her strong suit when it came to getting men ready, even old Warren. I was too tired to take her generous offer to let me fuck her for nothing. However I did make a mental note to throttle June and Lucinda the next time I saw them, even if it was as housekeepers. It may have seemed impolite, but I was wasted after all the excitement of today and tonight. So this cowboy went to the room that had been previously occupied by my darling bride and hit the sack.

                              (To be continued - jethro jodhpur)

                       Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 8

       I awoke the next morning to an empty set of rooms. There was no evidence that Roxy ever returned from her visit to the older couple, Warren and Lois. Since I never got their last names or room number, it would be almost impossible to track them down. After my morning ablutions, a shave and shower, it was downstairs to the restaurant for breakfast. I damn near swallowed my tongue when this brown-skinned sex goddess with a body that fought to explode from the tight fitting uniform she wore took my order. Just watching her great ass moving from side to side gave me major wood that was thankfully concealed by the tablecloth. Whoever did the hiring at this place sure had an eye for the female form.

       Scanning the tables did not yield any help in finding Roxy, Warren or Lois. The waitress returned to fill my cup with coffee and give me a good look at her cleavage along with a big smile. I bit my tongue and looked away to avoid making a spectacle of myself. That ass of hers had to be on ball bearings to move the way that it did. By now my cock was so hard it began to hurt. The rest of my breakfast came and went, leaving me in a fog because of that hot looking waitress. I had to admit that yesterday probably spoiled me when it came to sex and it was carrying over to this piece of tail. Leaving her a big tip was the only way I knew to make up to her for my strange behavior.

       Now it was time to head for the front office and see if they might assist me in trying to find the couple from last night. The clerk was very sympathetic but also unwilling to shed any light on the whereabouts of the mystery couple. Somehow that was no surprise to me. It was then that the idea of asking for housekeeping to take care of things early popped into my devious mind. The clerk was only too glad to make sure that a housekeeper would be assigned to the task immediately. I returned to my room and waited for Lucinda to show her face. What a disappointment that turned out to be. The lady who showed up was not my good buddy from last night, and she claimed to know nothing about Lucinda. Curses, foiled again; I thought. The idea of wandering the corridors in hopes that our paths might cross now came to mind. However after an hour of fruitless searching, it became apparent that Lucinda might be anywhere in this vast hotel, doing who knows what to whom.

       My next move involved returning to the Fun for All bookstore with Gwen's ID stuff and seeing what they might know about where she was taken by the police or whoever whisked her away. Metal face was nowhere in sight and the other clerks stonewalled me. On my way outside I happened to hear one of the guards and a customer talking about what happened last night. I slowed down and started looking through the tape offerings in the booths nearby. It was then that a lady of the evening, who evidently was not a vampire, sidled up to me and suggested a rendezvous in a booth or if I was a big spender, my SUV. Evidently she was trolling the lot when I arrived in the garbage mobile. Acting innocent I hinted that what happened last night made it difficult for me to do business with the young lady. She grinned and guaranteed that we would not be bothered if we went to my SUV. I played coy and that's when she called the guard over to clinch the sale. At that point I was on the verge of bolting from the store.

       He took one look at my pale face and started laughing. The painted lady joined in and soon I too was smiling to avoid freaking out completely. He explained the facts of life to me and added some information about my missing bride too. I stood there like the rube I was, and took it all in. Gwen had evidently done something real bad and was paying for it at a location known only to the local police. From what he had heard from his buddies, the cops were very unhappy with Gwen's behavior and were probably giving her a big taste of what happened to troublemakers who impeded any local business from making money. They doubled over with laughter when I suggested that perhaps they would accept a large donation in exchange for her early release. That's when the whore figured out who I was. Now I was like a deer in the headlights. There was only one thing to do and I did it, exit the bookstore as fast as my little legs could carry me.

       While I had been getting my beauty rest, my blushing bride had been pulling a train of cops. The local enforcers of the peace were in a rather foul mood thanks to her little escapade at the bookstore. Gwen went over the barrel, a tradition at this place of iniquity. The barrel was designed with places for cuffs to be installed to hold the subject steady while they "educated" the offender on local laws and the punishment for disobeying them. There was also a thick triangular wooden slat that ran from the top to the bottom of the barrel. Gwen had broken a number of very important statutes for which she was held responsible. For the first portion of her punishment she was mounted in the face-up position, her legs spread wide to provide easy access to her cunt. The slat was located such that it supported the base of her spine, providing a constant reminder of her violation of local ordinances. The barrel could be rotated so that the subject's orifices were at the proper position for the comfort of each member of law enforcement.

       The first portion of the gangbang involved Gwen's mouth and cunt. Normally the subject's mouth was used to assure that the officer's cock was ready for duty once the one using her cunt was finished. To enable even more interaction with the offender, two other members of the police were stationed on either side of Gwen's stretched body and they drubbed her ribs, tits and thighs with rubber hoses while she was being skewered and choked. It took about two and a half hours for the first round to be completed. Each member wore a condom while they fucked her and afterward she was forced to swallow everything that was deposited in it.

       Now they flipped Gwen over to the face down position, with the triangular piece of wood eating into her midriff. The deep indentation across the base of her spine would fester with time, causing her great pain and embarrassment from the smell of her suppurating flesh. She shivered in anticipation of what was going to happen to her tender asshole that hadn't been used for many years. The cops did not disappoint her. The first round had taken the edge off the excited men. Now they could settle down and do their best to cause her maximum humiliation and pain. The fact that she was face down did not relieve her of the responsibility of hardening those who waited to use her asshole. Now another cop was deputized to use her long blonde hair to pull her head back sufficiently that her mouth could be used for its intended purpose. She choked and drooled continuously from this brutal treatment, but her assailants couldn't care less than they did.

       If anything this position put a great strain on her throat muscles. The cock could now come down with tremendous force at an angle, abrading the mucous membrane lining of her throat as well as cutting off the air supply to her lungs. These cops were old hands at doing things like this to offenders. They'd even make bets on how long it would take for a subject to pass out from having her throat plugged airtight. A number of bets were made during this round of Gwen's gangbang, with varying results but a lot of laughter at her discomfort and the way her face turned colors. Pale blue was their gold standard for asphyxiation, and twice Gwen achieved that goal and lived to tell about it.

       Their cruelty knew no bounds. Rubber hoses were used on her kidneys so much that she pissed blood for days afterward. One over enthusiastic blow broke a rib and made taking a deep breath an adventure in pain. She learned about some of their tricks first hand that long night. They'd wait until her throat was blocked and then the hoses would be smashed against her upper back so hard that she would have convulsions which made the cock in her throat get the squeezing of a lifetime.

       They deliberately chose the smallest girth to start off sodomizing her. Even this prong was enough to bring strangled screams from her cock-clogged throat. Gradually the size of the cocks splitting open her sphincter increased, putting more strain on that tiring muscle. She passed out repeatedly from being made airtight, which didn't stop the frightful stretching of her tender asshole. The last three rapists breached her anus to the point that it remained open while the cocks were changed. They cheered at the sight of the gape that had been created by this terrible assault on her nearly virgin asshole. The cheers and whistles grew with each thicker cock that seemed to pulverize her loose anal passage. The next to last member, a nine-inch monster over three inches across at the head drew blood to wild reactions from the gang of sex-crazed cops. When the thickest dick in the bunch punched its way through the second sphincter muscle and into her twisting colon, the noise rattled the roof of the building as the bleeding from Gwen's asshole increased dramatically.

       Half the rape gang decided they had enough for one night and took off for home. That left a wasted, bleeding Gwen alone to face the hard-core cops who wouldn't be satisfied until they drove her to death's doorstep and knocked loudly on his door. They argued about what constituted a suitable remembrance for this troublemaker. One wanted to break both her arms at the elbows and turn her over to the local medical school for experimentation. It was well known that this place was a bottom feeder of the medical profession. In fact they struggled to keep their accreditation, and only some arm-twisting at the state house kept the doors open. Another wanted to cripple her so that she walked with a limp for the rest of her life. He had a friend who had already told him exactly where to break the leg; actually it was the shin, to cause this to occur. Those suggestions were too rough even for this group and were tabled until they got someone who really screwed up big time.

       There were other crazy ideas kicked around, but at last they decided that Gwen would look great with a tattoo on her cute butt. More discussion centered on the cost of the job, and no one wanted to step up on that score. While this was going on, two cops went back to brutalizing their "guest". Gwen was bleeding from the ass like a stuck pig by the time the two of them got done corn holing her new and improved gaping asshole, capable of handling a donkey with ease. Someone found what looked like a pointer used in school. It didn't take long for the entire gang that was left to line up to give this major offender's ass a workout she'd long remember.

       Gwen took ten of the best from each of the six cops. Her firm ass was no longer firm. It looked like a side of liver from the bloody welts that they carved into her flesh. Still not satisfied there was another round where each man got to give her six anywhere on what was left of that side of her body. They got very creative and Gwen kept passing out from the terrible pain each and every stroke caused. Some beat the base of her swollen spine, splitting the skin and flesh like it was overripe fruit. She lost her voice from screaming while someone lacerated the hollows behind her knees. Twice the backs of her legs and thighs were covered with bleeding cuts and blisters that broke open shortly after the pointer had done its work. Finally the last man chose her feet, cutting open the heels and leaving a part of her soles swollen and cracked. Gwen was unconscious long before the last stroke had eaten into her flesh. For some odd reason this exercise left the group calm and thoughtful. They were so thoughtful in fact that they decided as a going away gift they would use a branding iron to leave their permanent mark on Gwen's ass, a large symbol that identified her as a whore to those who read Japanese.

       As they trooped out, they observed Lt. Lauren pulling up. They waved to her but were ignored. There was some laugher when they realized she would likely hit the ceiling over the condition of the guest troublemaker. They had left her cuffed to the barrel and out like a light, but still breathing. Whatever she had planned would have to wait until the ignorant whore regained consciousness without screaming and begging for death. The last two cops were just pulling out in their squad car when they heard this eerie sound coming from the building. It sounded like a wounded animal in its death agonies and made the hair on the back of their necks rise. They continued to hear it wavering until they were perhaps a quarter mile away. By then the driver had floored it and they were doing over sixty on a twisting country road.

       The whore would not be denied. Evidently I was her lawful prey and she meant to keep me under all but the most dire of circumstances. I hopped into the big slug and it let me down as usual. It would not start, no way would it start! Then she started to pound on my window and call me a few choice names. That did it; I opened the door and came out after her. It was then that this large shadow blocked out the sun. He didn't have a uniform, but that didn't matter because of his incredible size. The whore started yelling that I'd stiffed her. The next thing I knew he had me by the shirt and was lifting me into the air so we could talk face to face. He talked and I listened and nodded occasionally. His breath was foul, but I valued my life too much to mention that to him. We finally compromised at fifty bucks for the whore. Who was I to argue? If looks could kill, that tramp would have become instant dead meat. I made a mental note to return under cover of darkness, kidnap the bitch and feed her to the local dog pound. That made me feel a whole lot better, sure it did! Then I got my first and possibly last break of the day. She recognized the damned SUV and then it dawned on her who I was.

       " You were the one with Lucinda yesterday; I thought I recognized you. "

       I wasted no time asking if she knew where Lucinda lived. The whore smelled more money and so we began negotiating while the giant, her pimp, stood nearby and chuckled. It cost another fifty but I got the information that today was her day off, which meant that within an hour or so she'd be putting in an appearance at the bookstore parking lot, and not to autograph porno magazines either. I thanked her profusely and swore the whore to secrecy about this little conversation. She grinned and nodded, which probably meant nothing. It was then that the giant popped the hood of the garbage mobile and restored the part he had taken previously from it. I couldn't even find the hood latch, which was inside the thing that ate Detroit.  At that point I realized just how overmatched I was in this environment. I said thank you and climbed into the monster machine and limped out of the parking lot. What else could happen to me? I soon found out.

                                                           (To be continued - jethro jodhpur)

                       Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 9

       I returned to the hotel and had a cup of coffee at the restaurant and ogled the waitress once more. Now that one should be changing my sheets I thought, as she wiggled from table to table. That started me day dreaming about what it might be like if instead of my current wife and her crazy mother, who were getting in the way of progress, I had this sex machine dripping pussy juice all over the sheets from my latest assault on her all world twat. Of course she'd immediately begin to give me a hummer so I'd be able to do her again before we broke for breakfast.

       A familiar voice broke the spell, and I looked up to see Lois standing over me, a broad smile on her weathered face. For a brief moment I thought I was hallucinating, but no it was her in the flesh and actually showing quite a bit at that. It turned out they had been taking the early morning sun before eating. She asked if I'd join her and Warren out by the pool and I quickly accepted. I nodded to her spouse and asked about Roxy's whereabouts. It seems they kept Roxy busy while Lucinda and June worked the corridors for customers, poking their heads in on occasion to join the fun.

       These two oldsters had a nice stash of wonder drugs that they tried out on Roxy to keep her interested in servicing Lois and trying to get Warren interested enough to make it a threesome. The drugs put Roxy into a mood where she'd do anything except jump off the balcony of their eighth story suite. Twice she sucked loads of fresh cum from June's cunt and also allowed Lucinda to fist fuck her to orgasm. Finally June went back to her old trick with the plastic bag and put Roxy out like a light while Lois did the fist fucking, managing to reach her cervix before Roxy passed out. After they revived my new mother-in-law, the two whores left with her, saying that they wanted to do more things to Roxy back at their place. The hair on the back of my neck rose at those words. I thanked the couple for all the information and promised to look them up later provided Roxy was found to be safe and sound.

       Returning to the hotel, I went down to the restaurant to watch the waitress with the awesome ass and tits wiggle her way from table to table, turning heads as she went. I was so busy fantasizing about having her at my disposal for an evening that I failed to see Lois until her voice broke up my sex dream by inviting me to her table where Warren was already seated. She led the way and I couldn't help but notice that she was wearing a short robe that in the right light showed that beneath it there was lots of Lois showing. Warren was also enjoying the show and licking his lips. As soon as I sat down, he grinned and told me that he and his swinger wife had just returned from their suite where she had provided a very nice blowjob to start his day. He leaned forward and asked if I would like to go back upstairs with them after they ate and do his wife while he watched and tried to get hard again. Lois smiled and took a deep breath to emphasize the rather large set of tits that she got as a gift from her rich husband. Under normal circumstances I might have accepted their kind invitation, but I had bigger fish to fry.

       For the next hour or so, they explained what had happened to Roxy when she accompanied them to their suite with Lucinda. As I suspected, all that asphyxiation had taken its toll on her mental equilibrium, leaving her as fair game for any idea her companions could think up for her to do. According to Lois, Roxy really knew how to eat pussy and demonstrated that talent a couple of times, bringing her off both on each occasion. However she was a failure at getting Warren hard and so he gave her a good walloping that left her ass a solid coat of crimson and a few inches larger from the swelling his spanking caused. Warren fairly beamed at that part of her story. Lucinda decided to fist Roxy and was very successful if the squeals coming from the older woman weren't faked. June finally blew in while Lucinda and Lois were lying side by side as Roxy moved from one to the other, rimming them for a few minutes each visit.

       June had just finished taking on an entire family consisting of the parents and their two teenage sons and one daughter. The way she told it, the kids were tougher to satisfy. The fourteen year-old girl was a handful who used her mom's dildo to screw June bowlegged whenever the two boys needed some rest from their efforts to fuck her stupid. June took out her irritation by once more putting Roxy's head into a plastic bag and tying it off. She held the struggling woman down on the bed until she passed out, then counted slowly to sixty-five before Lucinda decided that enough was enough and pulled her away so Lois could untie the bag to allow her to breathe. Roxy was totally wasted from that experience, so they decided to call it a night. The last thing they saw of the trio, the two whores were holding Roxy up as they exited to return to their place for more fun and games.

       It was time to make my departure to hopefully see Lucinda. The couple was disappointed, but did tell me their room number just in case I changed my mind. Lois added to make sure that I brought Roxy; if she was in any kind of condition to join in the fun and games she and Warren had planned for this evening. That's when she baited the hook by casually mentioning that her daughter and a couple of swinger friends were coming to visit. Both she and Warren were going to have a night to remember, which is if they survived what her daughter had planned for them.

       Lucinda showed up as advertised and made a beeline for the SUV, which surprised me in a good way. Maybe Roxy was in one piece and sleeping off the excesses of last night. My wish wasn't too far from the truth. Lucinda got in the garbage mobile and asked me for fifty bucks, her fee for servicing, but I was getting information and not pussy or even a handjob. Hopefully I'd be able to nail her another night after she went off shift. She put the money into her bra, a pushup design that she certainly didn't need, took a deep breath and launched into the story of what happened last evening and early morning too. What you see is what she said with no editorial comments or wise remarks.

       A few miles beyond the city limits is a hotel that is well known to a group of folks who technically might be called swingers, but in truth are much, much more. How do you pigeonhole a family that practices incest, is heavy into water sports and enjoys sex with strangers? This was your average customer for the Room by the Road motel, a place that was nearly booked solid except for Mondays. That was the day most of them set aside for recuperating from the excesses they enjoyed on the weekend, and started pulling together the plans and people needed for the next weekend.  The rest of the week was dedicated to dry and wet runs.

       They tricked up Roxy to make her more attractive to the customers who were rather selective in which whores they used for the more extreme scenes in which they were involved. Lucinda and June paraded the forty something babe with the fake tits up and down the halls. Roxy's hands were cuffed behind her back and she wore a metal collar with a chain that Lucinda used to steer her from place to place. She wore only a black garter belt that neatly framed her fat cunt lips that were coated with a thick layer of lipstick, high heels and hose plus a pushup bra that seemed to offer her big tits to anyone who wanted to use them. It didn't take long for her to attract attention from a family just getting ready for an evening of fun and games.

       Lucinda did the negotiating and they settled on a fee that she received in exchange for Roxy's leash. To hear her tell it, Roxy's first customers were sort of nondescript, but extremely kinky. The parents were in their mid thirties, the husband sporting an average sized dick and a beer belly, his wife pudgy with a hairy pussy and drooping tits. Their daughter was all of fifteen, skinny with a shaved pussy and a nice set of tits that featured some good-sized nipples. Initially Roxy's role was to rim the husband while his daughter sucked his cock and his wife sat on his face and fed him a steady diet of dripping pussy. When he got hard, which didn't take long, the women lubed Roxy's cunt and assisted her in mounting him. They carefully guided his fat cock into her cunt and sat back to watch the action. He wasted no time pounding her pussy and mauling her tits. That lasted for a couple of minutes as his wife and daughter urged him to give it to her good.

       The next thing Roxy knew, she was on her knees eating the mother's hairy cunt while the daughter was lubricating her asshole so dear old dad could begin to sodomize her. His dick may have been average size, but there was a lot of anger in him and he took it out on Roxy's poor butthole. Afterward the girl sucked his cum from her asshole and fed it to Roxy as the mother laughed and asked her did it taste good. Then it was mom's turn and she strapped on a dildo that dwarfed her husband's cock and commenced warping Roxy's cunt as the rest of the family sat on the big bed and watched the massacre. Then it was the daughter's turn and she applied a layer of lubricant onto her hand and proceeded to work one finger after another into Roxy's sore cunt. She started pleading that her pussy was too sore to take a fist, but the girl just grinned and insisted it could and would. To make a long story short the teen's fist went the entire route, managing to make contact in a substantial way with her cervix. Fortunately for Roxy she had only been sold to them for an hour and just in the nick of time Lucinda arrived to take her to the next appointment.

       The next trio featured parents in their forties and a very well hung teenage boy. Unlike the previous couple, this pair was in good physical condition. Roxy and the mother got busy sucking cock and she was turned over to the husband while the son took on his mom. However she was not exactly thrilled when he marched her into the bathroom and made her kneel on the floor beside the toilet. Sure enough he emptied his bladder into her face as she did her best to avoid swallowing any of the nasty stuff. Still she smelled like a sewer by the time he finished coating her face and some of her hair as well with his offering. He had her suck his dick, which tasted awful, and then when his erection returned, he made her lean over the edge of the tub so he could nail her from behind. He gave Roxy a good going over before he dumped his load into her aching twat. The son was waiting for her when he marched her back into the room. It was another by the numbers scene; first she sucked the cum from the mother's cunt and swallowed it. Then the teenager made her assume the reverse cowgirl position and he nailed her good, bringing tears to her eyes and delighted smiles to his parents. Once more she was moved to her next customers; this group made her run the gamut, and it was no one-hour scene.

       Roxy played the part of a blow-up doll for nearly two hours. It seems there was a special situation taking place with the family that had rented this suite of rooms. They were celebrating their anniversary as a swinging family, the parents and their twins, a boy and girl of sixteen. Roxy was a gift from their swinging friends. She took it in every hole and by the time the first wave, consisting of cocks, had finished pumping hot cum into all of them, she ached and every movement brought whimpers from her, that's how sore her cunt and asshole felt. Next it was the ladies who had a turn at making her wish she were somewhere else all by herself. It was the usual, dildos and fists, plus an industrial-strength wheel vibrator that ground her sore pussy to pulp.

       This suite had the largest bathroom in the entire motel. It was called the pool by those who understood its function. Roxy went into the Jacuzzi portion along with half a dozen swingers representing both sexes. She spent most of her time underwater, performing various sex acts with and on various swingers and passing out with monotonous regularity. A second and third group followed, each one more inventive than its predecessors. Dildos, fists and even watertight vibrators were used on her pussy and asshole, most of the time while she was submerged, struggling to avoid swallowing the contents of the Jacuzzi, which was running full blast. She was double penetrated with only her head held beneath the water, in close proximity to the jets. They were having a contest to see how blue her face could become, with a swinger who was a physician judging it. He was an old hand at this kind of water sport and claimed he never lost a contestant, although poor Roxy came quite close on more than one occasion.

       From there she went bobbing for "apples", only they were in funny shapes and not red like most apples. In addition she got enough of the "water" into her nostrils and even down her throat, to realize the water was mostly recycled. To make it more adventurous and enjoyable for the swingers, Roxy's asshole was penetrated, pumped, plowed and plundered by everything from a ten-inch plus cock to a dildo that was one foot in length. After her bout with the Jacuzzi, they cut Roxy some slack, but still she did lose consciousness once. From there things got very interesting; it was golden shower time. First they gave her a cold shower to get rid of the smell from the previous game, and then they had her climb into a large deep bathtub set away from the walls.

       Roxy found herself on her back, still handcuffed and helpless to prevent whatever sick things the swingers had prepared for her. She didn't have long to wonder what that might be. A number of grinning women jumped into the tub with her and squatted over her face and body to give her the first of many golden showers. She sealed her lips and shut her eyes against the stream that splattered all over her face. This did not sit well with her tormentors. One of them grabbed her by the hair and slammed Roxy's face into her hairy cunt. She ordered the dazed woman to open her mouth or suffer the consequences. When Roxy still refused, her head was bounced off the bottom of the bathtub, making her feel as if every tooth in her head had been loosened. Again that hairy muff was presented, and this time Roxy opened wide and got her reward, a torrent of acrid piss that seemed to flow from that hairy maw for many minutes. This was just the beginning of her total degradation.

       Every swinger in the Room by the Road motel was invited to make a contribution to the mess that was filling the bathtub now occupied by a hysterical Roxy, who was convinced that she would soon drown in this vat of filth. One group after another paid a visit and made a deposit, being very careful to make whatever it was land on her. Soon Roxy's face was a mask of filth that was so thick that she could barely draw breath. The piss was bad enough, but now it was surpassed by vomit that seemed to issue from everyone who poked their heads in and made a donation. The stench was so great that only those relieving themselves one way or another entered, did their business and left quickly, covering their noses to avoid inhaling any of the foul odors that wafted up from the bathtub full of filth that was at least six inches deep and rising. Finally Roxy was overcome by the foul odor and passed out. Fortunately for her one of the folks pissing on her face noticed that she was out cold and passed the word to the swinger responsible for keeping any eye on her.

       They used a hose to clean much of the foul material from her bare body and then once the smell was reduced substantially, they got close enough to drag the unconscious woman from the bubbling mess surrounding her naked body. After a long, very hot shower Roxy returned to the land of the living and was whisked away by Lucinda. It had been a most profitable night for the housekeeper-whore-pimp, and a consciousness raising experience for Roxy, who was never quite the same afterwards.

       I just sat there with my mouth open as Lucinda finished her amazing tale of violence and degradation. My initial reaction was to avoid asking what happened to Roxy after her experience at the motel. Lucinda solved that problem by letting me know that their guest was still sleeping it off back at her apartment, and June was in class, so she was safe for the moment. My companion suggested that we rendezvous here at the end of her shift in about four hours and she'd escort me back to her place so I could collect Roxy and return her to the hotel. Then she grinned and asked if maybe I'd be interested in a blowjob to tide me over until Roxy was available to take care of my needs. I passed with thanks and let her go back to trolling for cock.

                               (To be continued - jethro jodhpur)

                            Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 10

       Lt. Carol Lauren had seen a lot in her time as a member of the local police, but this was above and beyond. Her former prisoner didn't even seem to be human anymore. Her face was utterly destroyed, most of her hot, tight body was covered with cuts, bruises, welts, cigarette burns and marks she couldn't even identify. She'd been gang raped front and rear and from the looks of what was dripping and oozing from her cunt and asshole, she had some serious internal injuries. She checked Gwen's pulse, which was erratic and thready, a sure sign that the prisoner needed some serious medical attention in a big hurry.

       The policewoman was not one to cry over spilt milk or take the fall for what certain assholes had done to the blonde teenager. She called into headquarters and announced there was big trouble at the halfway house. Evidently one of the inmates had taken a very serious fall and was in need of immediate medical attention. The voice on the other end was just a sergeant who rarely went out on patrol and had no authority. His silence was just what she expected. She asked to speak to someone in authority and got no reply. She sighed, made a mental note to even the score with the idiot on the other end, and signed off.

       The good lieutenant happened to have a girlfriend who was going out with a medical student. She and Brooke had sent more than a few evenings together in bed seeing how many times they could make each other orgasm. They never took it seriously since they went both ways and Carol was more than ten years older than her occasional bed partner. She guessed that the med student was going to charge a big fee for his services, which meant she and Brooke would be putting out pussy and perhaps even a taste of the backdoor in this situation. If it prevented a scandal and better still kept everything under wraps, Carol Lauren would have another chip to play when promotion time rolled around next year.

       Tracking down Brooke was critical and Carol began by calling her cell phone. She got no reply, being asked to leave a message. The policewoman took a big gamble and decided to take a brutalized, incoherent Gwen with her as she tried to hook up with the medical student. Her best bet was to hope that at this hour the two were bedded down in Brooke's apartment doing the horizontal mambo. Less than thirty minutes later the lieutenant was pounding on her girlfriend's door, ordering her to open up for the police. It took a few minutes before an irritated Brooke Radison let her inside the apartment. It took no time at all to convince the pantless med student of the importance of seeing her patient outside in the patrol car.

       Rob Linnehan let out a long, low whistle when he saw the condition of the naked blonde teenager. She was still conscious, but unable to provide any information to Rob about her condition, except to say everything hurt. Fortunately Brooke's apartment was on the ground floor and they were able to carry her from the car without too much trouble. Another break was the time, late enough for most people to be going to sleep or tuned into some late night movie. No sooner had they deposited Gwen onto the couch, then she went into shock. It was touch and go for the next hour or so before he managed to stabilize her. Between Brooke and the lieutenant, they convinced him of the need to avoid telling anyone else about the girl or her condition.

       Carol drove him to his apartment where he picked up some items that he stuffed inside a medical bag. When they returned, Gwen was conscious and in a great deal of pain. He gave her an injection that put her out, which allowed him to patch up their patient without any interference. Amazingly, despite the multitude of cuts, bruises, burns and welts, there was only one rib broken. A preliminary examination of her insides also was positive. He summed it up by stating:

       " Normally I like my patients to pay in advance, but she's in no condition for that kind of activity.        No way she can have sex for at least two weeks, maybe longer. She has to go on a soft food diet as well or when she takes a dump it'll feel as if she's squeezing out a bucket of hot coals. Make sure she gets lots of liquids and I'll be around tomorrow to check on her progress and perhaps take up where we left off."

       His girlfriend grinned and added that Carol should be there as well, since she was the cause of all the trouble. The policewoman kept her mouth shut on that subject, but did promise to make a call once the "doctor" indicated when he would be checking in to see the patient. That supplied a laugh or two and Carol took her leave. She had some loose ends to make neat and some evidence to accumulate back at the way station as most of the cops called the unofficial jail. All the parties had been very lucky that there were no other inmates cooling their heels while this lack of law and order was taking place.

       While all this was going on, Lucinda and I met in the parking lot and she directed me to the apartment she and June shared. On the way over she let out a gasp and slapped her forehead, nearly making me drive off the road.

       "Damn! I forgot what day it is. June got off from school about an hour ago and she's probably been playing with your mother-in-law for maybe half an hour without me watching to make sure she doesn't kill the old whore. Step on it! We may be in big trouble."

       I floored the garbagemobile and headed for home as fast as this piece of junk could move. The gods of traffic smiled down on me as I ran two red lights and averaged fifteen miles per hour over the speed limit. We raced up the stairs and barged into the apartment to discover a naked Roxy lying on the rug in the living room, her head in a plastic bag closed with a plastic tie, while a hairy young man with a rather large cock was fucking her like there was no tomorrow. June, also naked, was urging him on as she watched the bag fog up, indicating that Roxy's air supply was fading fast. She looked up at us and grinned, introducing the young man as her latest boyfriend. He nodded in our direction and kicked into a higher gear that made Roxy's plump body bounce with every stroke he delivered.

       "Pull up a chair, Benjamin is doing her for the second time and it takes him a little longer before he can cum inside the old bag again. Man you missed an epic dump of hot fuck sauce the first time. I thought she was going to swell up like a balloon and float to the ceiling. That's how much gunk he drilled into that worn-out whore's cunt."

       

       I began to sputter, but Lucinda told me to relax, Roxy still was moving so everything was just fine according to her way of thinking. How many times could my mother-in-law survive these brain cell-killing events before she turned into a vegetable or a politician? That was my mantra while I watched her slack cunt being drilled by what looked like rototiller. Lucinda suggested I spend fifty bucks for a nice blowjob while we watch Roxy get fucked to within an inch of her miserable life. I demurred and concentrated on watching my mother-in-law's belly jiggle every time that monster schlong touched bottom.

       I'll admit to having seen some tapes showing young and middle-aged ladies taking on dogs of every shape, size and variety. This stud's dick was moving nearly as fast as those canines did. Where the hell was he getting that kind of energy, and would Roxy be alive when he finally pumped a quart of cum into her ruined twat? All good things must come to an end and so it was for big Benjamin. He reared up, using his massive arms for support, and his face contorted from the strain as he emptied the contents of his massive balls into the old bag's fuck tube. The girls applauded and chanted the stud's name as they pumped their fists into the air. Roxy just lay there, a puddle of plastered, penetrated, pulverized, pummeled and plugged pussy meat growing cold from having all the heat sucked from its insides by the furious pounding it had absorbed. For some odd reason I knew that Roxy would never regain her normal personality after what she had gone through over the last day and a half.

       The ladies feigned ignorance of where Roxy's clothing had gone along with her wallet and credit cards. The poor bitch was so far out of it to even ask about them. Lucinda loaned her a skirt and large fluffy blouse, demanding they be cleaned before returning. She could barely stand, let alone dress herself. Once more it was Lucinda who assisted her, June having other things to do, namely getting Benjamin's monster cock back into working order so he could nail her good and proper before leaving for his place. Obviously Benjamin was in great demand and I'd wager considerable money that there were one or more sweet young things waiting impatiently for the monster cock to plumb their depths.

       The smell emanating from Roxy was awful, a combination of overflowing toilets, unwashed bodies, vomit and other unmentionable substances, all rolled into one. She reeked, she slurred her words, she was pathetic and so far down the food chain that these semi-pro whores, Lucinda and June, looked down on her. I decided she ought to go into the trunk, fearful that she might do serious damage to the interior of this Detroit's folly by puking or losing control of her bowels. Just before we left, I pulled Lucinda aside and warned her that Roxy's credit cards better be returned to her room by tomorrow or there would be consequences and not from the cops either. For the first time she lost that cockiness and her eyes got wide as what I threatened sank into her partially developed brain.

       By the time I got her back to the hotel, Roxy had managed to puke and move her bowels, turning the trunk of the garbagemobile into a frat house bathroom after a party. Naturally she had also ruined the clothing Lucinda had generously lent to her. There would be hell to pay on all sides by tomorrow. Getting Roxy from the trunk of the SUV to her room took some doing with plenty of assistance from the hotel staff. They managed to stuff her stinking body into one of the laundry carts, take it up by the freight elevator and then roll it down the corridor to her suite. That little trek set me back over fifty bucks, but was well worth it.

Once inside the room I dragged her now naked body into the shower and turned the setting to cold. It only took a few minutes of little response to the frigid cascade of water falling on her bare body to make me realize she was in very serious trouble and in need of a doctor.

       In parallel to what was taking place in the hotel suite with Roxy, her daughter Gwen was undergoing a similar physical situation fraught with problems that had the potential to incapacitate her for many months, perhaps even years. Had I known this at the time, I'd have pulled up stakes and left the state, maybe the country. Lacking the degree of prescience required to forecast what was taking place in two similar but different locations, left me handicapped when it came to dealing with both situations in serial fashion.

                       (To be continued - jethro jodhpur)

                                             Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 11

       Fortunately for me and more importantly Roxy, the hotel had an arrangement with a medical group only minutes from here. A few minutes after I called the front desk someone from the medical group was on the phone to me asking questions. My responses set off some bells and within ten minutes an ambulance arrived and Roxy was whisked away to a nearby hospital. I followed in my sorry excuse for transportation and after cooling my heels for a couple of hours with only three-month old magazines to read, was honored by the presence of a doctor. The gentleman in question informed me that my dear old mother-in-law was reacting to a powerful, highly illegal, designer drug. Somehow I wasn't surprised, but at least it was better than having half her brain cells destroyed by June's playful antics.

       Naturally I feigned innocence to whom might have been Roxy's supplier. I got that look from the doctor that said I was lying, but in fact, I could only speculate it was June or one of her strange friends. For a moment I was tempted to turn her and Lucinda into the authorities just for the hell of it. Those two were nothing but sleazy con artists. Then I thought more about it and decided there still was a chance to get my ashes hauled big time by Lucinda. I remembered those fantastic tits that defied gravity and that thick patch of pussy fur that guarded her surprisingly tight twat. It was also apparent that she had all the moves and had no fear about using whatever made sense. When compared to my extremely strange new wife with all her personal baggage attached, she was a gem, an absolute keeper, provided she didn't fuck me to death for laughs.

       

       The man in the white coat jolted me back to reality by telling me my mother-in-law would require hospitalization for at least a week so her system could be thoroughly flushed of the offending drug. I was looking at three to five thousand if I got lucky. Perhaps I could start pimping the old bag once she got out of the hospital to make up for this unpleasant financial surprise. He suggested I go to the finance office and give them the information they would need to process Roxy's paperwork. Since she wasn't sure which planet she was currently occupying, I was screwed to the wall. On top of that there was the matter of the hotel bill, which was well over four figures and climbing like a hot song on the play list.

       The woman in financial took one look at me and her face hardened. That was the high point of our discussion. I left her baleful presence like I'd been run through a wood chipper set at low speed. Unless a miracle happened in the next few minutes an addled Roxy would be discharged, wheeled to the curb and dumped into my lap. In her condition there was no way to pimp her to a paying customer unless he was into necrophilia. By now my credit card was considered radioactive by any store clerk, and there still remained the issue of the ever-increasing hotel bill even when I wasn't using the room they were charging it against. The only avenue open to me was a win-win approach if all went perfectly well, which was impossible considering the way my luck was going. Unfortunately there were no cliffs or even small hillsides available that would allow me to see if that soulless creature spawned in Detroit and its passenger, my mother-in-law, could fly. I was doomed. Then a god came down from the sky, just like in Greek theater, and saved my quivering ass.

       Once the hospital discharged Roxy, and it did look as if she had been shot from a gun with prejudice I might add, it was time for a miracle, big or small. I loaded a dazed and babbling Roxy into the vehicle and began driving aimlessly for a time, trying to decide where to leave her. I really didn't have the heart to do it, but time was running out along with the gas in the tank of the monster mobile. That's when I decide to take her back from where I found her and have a showdown with whoever answered the door. Roxy did not go easily, I had to half shove and half carry her up the stairs to where Lucinda and June lived when they weren't stealing from the hotel and its customers or trolling for cocks.

       I pounded on the door and waited for a time before repeating the process. In mid pound the door flew open and I faced a large scruffy individual wearing only a towel. He looked kind of sleepy, but still dangerous considering his size. He looked past me and homed in on Roxy, who was leaning against the wall staring off into space and showing quite a bit of tit and legs. He let out a shout and got no answer, so he beckoned us both to enter, all the while licking his lips and giving Roxy a welcoming grin. I knew that grin, it meant "Let's you and me start fucking and I'll tell you my name later." To me it was any port in a storm. Roxy got me into this mess and just maybe that old, but still hot body could get me out of it. The three of us headed toward the back bedroom where it turned out June was entertaining another stud.

       The one on the bed had June on her knees, head down. He was doing a magic act, making his long, thick cock disappear and reappear from June's asshole. I moved so I could get a better view of the goings-0n and discovered June's hands were tied tightly behind her back and there was a gag in her mouth. From the looks of her discolored hands, she had been this way for quite some time. Our escort shoved Roxy onto the bed and dropping the towel proceeded to join the others for fun and frolic. From the look on June's face she was not happy at all. While Roxy's new beau was disrobing her, I took this opportunity to back out of the bedroom and head for the door. I knew there was a cell phone in the monster mobile and help could be on the way shortly after my call.

       All went as planned and about ten minutes later two black and whites had arrived. I directed them to June's apartment, cautioning them they had two captives. While the cops took care of business I stood by the metallic abortion on wheels and waited for results. It was then that Lieutenant Carol Lauren arrived on the scene. I just love a woman in uniform, especially if she's tall, blonde and has a great set of jugs. This one passed with flying colors. While I was checking her out, she was giving me the eye as well, but for different reasons. She crooked her finger and I came running like a puppy dog hoping to get off on her leg when she was distracted.

       She asked me a few questions and I gave her a few answers. Our little chat was interrupted by the arrival of one of the cops who had gone upstairs to June's apartment. He was kind of out of sorts. It turns out that the two guys were students that knew June, who provided ID and proof that she rented the place. What they were doing was between consenting adults and thus legal. However the older woman was another item altogether. She was incoherent and seemed to be on some kind of drug. She was naked and giving one of the students a rather professional blowjob when they entered the apartment. The renter claimed she knew the woman as currently living at the posh hotel outside of the city. I confirmed that fact and became the center of attention. I went into my short version of the last few days and as I talked the eyes of the good lieutenant grew wide. Without knowing it, I had made bingo, big time!

       Carol Lauren had put two and two together and realized the addled woman upstairs was the mother of the totally destroyed blonde teenager that had been taken from the Fun for All bookstore for creating a riot. Then it dawned on her that she was speaking to the poor thing's brand new husband, who had no clue about exactly what had happened to his not so blushing bride. At her suggestion, made more forceful by her observation that Roxy needed professional help, I took my mother-in-law back to the hotel and waited to hear directly from the lieutenant. For the first time today, something went right. A very contrite Lucinda knocked on the door and presented me with Roxy's credit cards and wallet. The only thing missing was the large amount of cash it originally contained, but that was no great loss. Not only that, Lucinda offered to balance the books once she got off from work this evening. She grinned at my furrowed brow and hiked up her modest uniform skirt to show me her bikini panties. I started salivating at the sight of that hairy maw showing through the flimsy material guarding her hot fuck box. She laughed and patted her moneymaker before leaving me with the beginning of a major league erection.

       All Roxy wanted to do was have sex with me. Under normal circumstances I'd have been all for it, but my mother-in-law was acting strangely, which made me quite nervous. On top of that I wanted to save myself for Lucinda's fantastic pussy. Fortunately she fell for my diversion of adding bondage to the sex we would have. She acted like a little child, which scared me, but I managed to get her naked and stretched out on the bed so I could tie her to the corners. It was lucky in that Gwen had brought along lots of undies, which did an effective job of fettering my sex partner to be. She strenuously resisted the gag I wanted to use to quiet her while we did the nasty. I had to promise her some top grade pussy eating before she relented.

       By the time I got naked, my prong was ready for anything such as her hot, juicy slit. I got between her thighs and got the surprise of my life. She wasn't dribbling or even drooling; instead there was a steady stream of very tasty pussy slime flowing from deep inside her twat. There was no need for any tongue action. My mouth just made a pussy-proof seal and she filled it up with an ocean of salty slime straight from the source. I drank my fill, swallowed and drank some more, as she rocked her pussy back and forth against my face in a nice rhythm that opened and closed the seal on her twat opening.

       It was time to sink my shaft and search for oil. She soaked the bed sheets in no time flat as my cock bored deep into that swampy mess. Her cunt wrapped around my dick so tightly I couldn't pull away from it even if I tried. I grabbed her big tits and the nipples nearly bored a hole through the palms of my hands. That sent me over the edge in no time flat, but Roxy was just getting started. I stayed hard and she got me off again after about ten minutes of steady fucking that was some of the best pussy I'd ever had. I started to wonder if there would be anything left for Lucinda. I also realized that whatever that drug was they gave her, it had turned my hot mother-in-lay into a towering inferno of sexuality. Who needed Gwen I thought? So while I could, I pulled out and left Roxy hanging, which made her most unhappy but her bonds held and there was little she could do about it. 

        A few hours later the lieutenant called and gave me an address to find. By then my over the hill mother-in-law had set new records for the most orgasms and the longest orgasm for a middle-aged white woman. All I had to do was finger fuck her, strum her clit or make a fist and jam it halfway up that swampy mess she called a cunt. Promising her more of the same if she was a good mother-in-law and stayed still, I once more mounted my rusty also-ran and ventured out into the wilds to find the mystery location, wondering if I was going to win a prize, such as the lieutenant's bare body to play with for a few hours. To my dismay it turned out to be another apartment. The police car out front told me I had arrived at the right place. I knocked at the door and was ushered inside by a young lady named Brooke. There on the couch lay the remains of my bride, Gwen. I recoiled from her like she was road kill, which embarrassed me no end. There was no excuse for what was done to her. What did she do, rob a bank, insult a higher-up, what? That's when I began to shake with honest fury. Whoever did this was going to pay dearly, one way or another.

       Carol Lauren came out of the bathroom just in time to prevent me from saying something I might regret in the very near future. Between her and Brooke, they got me calmed down to the point that I would listen to what they had to say on the subject. There was no question that whoever did this to my bride must pay. However finding out who was involved would be another thing entirely. The lieutenant had her suspicions, but no facts due to the nature of the wayside house, which was strictly out of the law enforcement loop as far as those above were concerned. In a sense, this was very close to the Wild West when it came to law and order. Gwen had caused some serious trouble to the bookstore and they did the right thing in asking for assistance from the police. As it turned out, my bride had no ID and no connection to the bookstore, which made her fair game for what was to follow. Evidently whoever took charge of her went over the top, resulting in what happened to Gwen.

       The lieutenant promised to make this her number one priority, but did not hold out much hope for an immediate solution to exactly who was involved in this brutal assault on my wife. Then she calmed me down further by observing that Brooke's boyfriend had looked Gwen over and determined that in a few weeks she'd be well on the way to a full recovery. Since he was a premed student, what he said had some weight. Brooke's comment that this was a hell of a way to enjoy a honeymoon reminded me that Lucinda would soon be knocking on my door to provide some superior pussy for yours truly. Carol suggested it might be less wear and tear on all concerned, not to mention my dwindling resources, if I moved to a fairly decent motel only blocks from the medical school. That would make it easier for Brooke's boyfriend, Rob, to check on my wife's progress. Then with a twinkle in her eye she added that this would also give Rob a better opportunity for a little recreational sex with Brooke. We all laughed at that remark. Little did I know that the move would spawn a number of incidents that would only make my life with Gwen and Roxy even more complicated.

                       (To be continued - jethro jodhpur)

                       Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 12

I returned to the hotel and broke the bad news to them; we would be leaving tomorrow, but they'd surely see us again. That was only a half-truth. I would be back to exact my revenge, but whether Roxy or her mentally defective daughter would be accompanying me was moot at best. I discovered that Roxy had fallen asleep, which was a good thing and Lucinda had yet to make her appearance. For a brief moment I had the thought that perhaps June might tag along with her plastic bag and make my life complicated. Almost an hour later came a knocking at my door, too heavy to be a raven. I opened the door and did a double take.

       Lucinda was decked out in her working clothes, tight top, micro-mini skirt, plastic purse and high heels. It was her companion that had me staring. Despite the terrible makeup, gum chewing and clothing that was even tackier than her mentor, this little girl was drop-dead gorgeous with big black eyes, perfect skin and a face that belonged on a Madonna. She was displaying a set of tits that for her size were impressive, and her legs would stop traffic in most places. Lucinda broke the silence with a laugh and pushed her way past me and into the main room of our suite. She directed her charge to the bathroom and turned her attention to me.

       "I'm free for the next hour, but Juanita, who is my cousin will cost you one hundred dollars, American. It's a great bargain since she's never been with a man before except for her brothers, some cousins and her stepfather. On the other hand she's here because she has seduced every woman and girl in the village, making her public enemy number one. I'm her last hope. If I can't change her, than no one can. You should be proud, you're the first gringo she'll fuck, and I hope not the last."

       When Juanita returned from the bathroom, I asked her how old she was and got no reply. Lucinda piped up, telling me she was legal. I grinned and shook my head, watching Lucinda beginning to lose some of her confidence.

       "First of all prostitution is against the law and you know it. Second she's no more than fifteen, if that. Third, she's not legal for any type of work in this country. Where are her papers?"

       I watched Lucinda deflate like a balloon that had been pricked with a pin. I had her and we both knew it. Then I had a great idea, a little dangerous but worth the effort. Right now I had two screwed up women to worry about for perhaps months. Juanita might be capable of assisting me with Roxy, who was in some weird drug induced world and could be there for quite some time. There was also an outside chance that her proclivity for women might be just what the doctor ordered. Now if only this teenage lovely could understand English, no time like the present to find out. First I wanted Lucinda to turn away so she couldn't give her little cousin any help. She balked at first, but when I frowned and pointed toward the door, she relented. With that done, I asked the teenager to take off her clothes and show me her body. The little imp stuck out her tongue at me and gave me the finger. I ordered her to comply or I'd spank her little bottom until it was raw and sore. She understood that, and I could hear Lucinda laughing in the background.

       You talk about instant hard-on, the sight of what she displayed was all it took. She was perhaps 5 feet 4 inches and measured 35C minimum over a waist of perhaps 22 inches and hips that might go 34 inches with room to grow as her curves filled out. Her tits were fantastic! They were firm and round and defied gravity. There was zero sag!  She knew she had it by the way the teenager posed, one hip cocked with a hand resting on it and a big smile on her face. She certainly took after Lucinda when it came to pubic hair. She had a jungle of thick, curly hair black as ink, but concentrated only in the vicinity of that moneymaker she had between her legs. I made a circle with my hand and she grinned and turned slowly revealing her round firm ass that almost made me lose it and cum in my pants. The only thing that prevented me from handing over a hundred bucks was Lucinda's promise for a freebie.

       On occasion I do come up with a bright idea, and now was that time. Lying on the bed in the next room, bound and gagged was my sexy, sex-crazed mother-in-law, more than eager to entertain a visitor such as Juanita. What's another hundred bucks added to her tab? I discussed the matter with Juanita's manager, Lucinda, and got a big smile as she stuck out her hand for the money. It took some explaining about putting the money on Roxy's bill, expressly directing the money to her by name, but she finally caught on. Then I could almost see the wheels beginning to turn in that reptilian brain she had. If it worked here, it would work for any customer, right? A new way of doing business had been created thanks to my bright idea, and I didn't even get a cut of the profits. I did however get one of the best free fucks in my entire life plus a huge bonus that I'll describe later.

       We escorted the naked teenager into the other room where Roxy was struggling to free herself from the undies that held her captive. She saw Juanita and her eyes got big, followed by muffled sounds and even more strenuous efforts to get free. I knew she wanted that tasty morsel almost as much as the teenager wanted Roxy's dripping pussy that had left a large stain on the sheets that would have to go on her bill as well as Juanita's fee. We left the two lovebirds alone to get acquainted and went back to the other room to check out the bed with fresh sheets. I watched transfix as she gave me a slow strip tease that featured some nice moves plus her flickering tongue that got me hot and bothered.

       We got into bed and immediately she took charge, moving us into a classic sixty-nine position with Lucinda on top grinding her hairy pussy into my face while she tried to swallow my cock to the base and managed to succeed after a number of attempts. Meanwhile I was wading through the wet jungle of her pubic air and wondering what my dentist was going to say when he found strands of black hair between my teeth. Satisfied that she could inhale my cock whenever it was convenient, she tried to see what might happen when her tongue swirled around the top of my twitching prong. It started dribbling precum that she lapped up like a cat, a pussycat come to think of it. I decided to nibble on her privates and see what goodies she might bring up. I soon felt as if I was drowning as a torrent of pussy juice that soon turned into a combination of cunt cream and cheese assaulted my taste buds and olfactory nerves.

       Lucinda kept up a nice rhythm with her sucking, going just fast enough to put me close to the edge, but backing off whenever she thought I was getting out of hand. By now I was sucking hickies into the insides of her thighs and she liked that. I tried sticking my tongue as far up her dripping, fetid twat as I could and swirling it. I got good results with that little trick and a few kisses on the head of my dribbling cock from my grateful partner. Then without warning she flipped us over and scrambled into a position that implied it was time to do the nasty. I was ready, willing and quite able. She made it easy by stretching her cunt lips to open her twat to my cock's entry. I slipped inside with one smooth motion and burrowed three-quarters deep before meeting any resistance. She wiggled her hips and we settled into a more comfortable position that reminded me of good old mom and pop fucking style, with dear old dad on top and mom spreading and waiting for some sparks to fly.

       We got to it and things went well, if that's the proper word for good fucking. I grabbed those big titties and squeezed them hard as I pounded deeper and deeper into the real magic kingdom, not that one in Orlando. Lucinda did her part, pumping those curvy hips at the right speed to keep up a good smooth rhythm. At the time all I was thinking was what a great fuck she was and maybe I should dump Roxy and Gwen and see if she'd like to come home with me and become my housekeeper/sex slave. I went over the edge when she playfully sucked my tongue and clamped her pussy muscles down to really give me a ride. It felt as if I was losing air from my entire body as I pumped a quart or was it a gallon of cum into that musky slit. The damned bitch then bit me on the lip as a souvenir, I guess.

       We took a short break and noticed that the sheets were a mess. Our collective offerings had created a ring of dampness that put Roxy's effort to shame. Lucinda suggested a nice warm shower and more fucking; so off we went to the big bathroom. To our surprise the steamy shower stall was occupied by none other than Roxy and Juanita. Juanita was soaped from her firm tits down to her crotch. She was standing there, legs parted and her hands on Roxy's head to keep her balance while the kneeling, older woman lapped steadily on the teenager's cunt. It would have taken dynamite to separate the two of them. Lucinda suggested we do some more fucking and then take a shower. The sight of what was going on had the desired effect and my cock started to harden even as we walked back to the arena for round two of this fuck to a finish.

       This time I added a little kink to the scene. I had Lucinda kneel by the bed with me comfortably seated, her hands behind her back as if they were tied. Then I took two big handfuls of that thick black hair and used them as reins as I made her suck my cock the way I wanted it, not the way she did. Lucinda grumbled a bit and I made her suck deeper until she choked. When she came up for air she was slightly more docile. So I did it to her again just to make sure she knew who was who. When my dick was stiff as steel it was tit-fucking time, something I'd wanted to do the moment I got a good look at those big solid mounds. She grinned saucily when I spit a couple of loads of saliva onto those big beauties and rubbed them into her cleavage as she called me a pervert. Nonetheless she leaned closer to make it easier for yours truly to do the deed. After maybe a dozen passes I felt my balls getting tight, and backed off to regain my composure. She stuck that flickering tongue out for me to suck and I did. What a rush that provided! I pushed her away as if she had the plague.

       Lucinda climbed into bed, found a dry spot and crooked her finger in my direction. I came over and attacked that bountiful body with everything I had. She went into passive mode and I proceeded to pound her senseless. I made a pig of myself, but it was worth it, especially since this little liaison was free. I pounded her from the male superior position facing her, and then varied things by flipping her over onto her belly and taking her from the back, burrowing between her plump thighs to find that drooling twat. In this position it allowed me to reach around her body to get handfuls of tit meat with which to play every time I took a break from showing her who was boss. She giggled and continued her effort to scoot away from me. When I nipped the side of her neck with my teeth just below the ear, she nearly unhorsed me, but I was steadfast.

       Now it was her turn to flip me onto my back and start doing squat thrusts on my dick, using my belly as a platform for her hands to prevent toppling over onto her side. She rode me like a jockey going six furlongs at full tilt. All I did was lie back and let Lucinda do her thing. When she hunched over and those tits were dangling inches from my face I knew we were in the home stretch. Her wet cunt started to squeeze and as it grew in power my captured cock started acting like a volcano ready to blow its top. Then my balls unloaded and my dick began flooding her cunt with an ocean of blind wigglers seeking the mother lode. Lucinda gave a shout, closed her eyes and tried to strangle my fire-hosing dick before it blew a hole in her cunt. At least that's my side of the story. No matter what, it was an epic event when it came to fucking. Now I needed that shower in the worst possible way, but Lucinda wanted some cuddling first.

       We embraced and swapped spit for a few minutes as our bare bodies picked up remnants of what we had added to the original wet spot. My partner offered me her tits to suck and yours truly happily accepted, alternating from one to the other as her nipples stiffened and she began to moan, a warning that soon she would expect me to stand and deliver at least one more time. When one of her sweaty armpits was offered, my response was automatic and eager, diving into the morass of stinking fur and god knows what else with enthusiasm. She now owned me fair and square. My fate waited whatever she could imagine for me to do for her pleasure. By then there was no shame and that sodden pit was licked until it was squeaky clean, going so far as to strain the armpit hair through my mouth. She was most impressed and demanded the other one be treated equally well as she lay back and smiled at the diligent way her love slave was attending to her every whim and wish.

       Finally we hit the showers and Lucinda decided that since she wasn't getting paid for her professional services, she expected me to do certain things to her bare body while we shared the shower stall. First she had me soap her entire body. That was the easy part; licking off the soapsuds from her pussy, bottom and asshole was another cup of tea altogether. Somehow it was accomplished, but there was more to follow. I had to kneel before her while she showered and catch in my mouth as much of the soapy water that flowed around and through that massive patch of pubic hair. I was ready to upchuck by the time she was finished with her portion of the shower.

       There was more and it went above and beyond as far as this sex slave was concerned. She had a bladder full of piss that needed to be eliminated, but not on the clean tiled floor of the shower. It was there that the line was drawn. She pouted, but I could see from the gleam in her eye she was just seeing how far she could push me, and now she knew. So we compromised and I stood there with my half-hard cock and allowed her to piss all over it. That was bad enough, but worse still as the piss splattered all over my cock and balls that cock of mine had the nerve to develop a serious erection. Now Lucinda had something on me that would serve her well if any other conflicts between us developed.

       The bed's sheets were soaked through to the mattress. There were very few areas that could be used for fucking, so Lucinda suggested we baptize the sofa, a fairly large piece of furniture with a decent fabric that should be able to absorb a little sweat, cum and pussy juice. My partner couldn't help but show her colors, suggesting that we cover the sofa with towels from the bathroom that hadn't been used. It worked fine and we got down to business. This time I knelt on the floor and sucked her pussy until it was dripping onto the towel beneath her ass. Her pussy juice had a strong taste of some unknown material, obviously edible. It was naturally salty and it left a taste in one's mouth afterward. I also had the misfortune of sampling a little more of her piss that lingered in that patch of pubic hair. She decided that some tongue fucking was in order and so in it went until the ligaments holding it were strained to their limit. In and out, in and out, over and over and over until my tongue was sore and swollen slightly.

       We swapped places and she sucked my cock until it throbbed, licking the balls now and then for a breather. To make sure it was ready for some serious fucking, she deep throated it a number of times until the entire length was coated with her saliva. Just staring at the way it glistened got me horny and so we got into a spoon position for openers. I tweaked her nipples to hardness as she rolled her hips to give my dick some friction to keep it ready for more serious activities. When that got too close for comfort we did some tongue swapping including saliva. I licked her armpits and she gave me a partial hand job as I did her pits. Then she got on top and had me do most of the work as I pumped my dick up and down inside her oiled up twat that never stopped dripping once a cock was inside stirring up things.

       We went back to spooning and this time I got a treat, her promise to let me have some of that tight asshole, at long last! Prior to her offer she kept rubbing her ass cheeks up and down my hard cock, then switched to a slow rotation that drove me nuts. When she asked if I wanted to fuck her in the ass I nearly threw her to the floor in my eagerness to do the deed. There were some strings attached, of course. She wanted fifty bucks for her cousin's efforts on behalf of my mother-in-law. That was fine with me; I'd just add it to Roxy's bill for my services. Then she dropped the other shoe; I'd have to lick her asshole to get her hot and horny. That proved to be a tall order.

       She got down on the carpet on all fours and urged me to start tongue fucking her asshole until she was ready. I licked it, I sucked it, I kissed it, I blew my breath over the wet area to pebble it, nothing seemed to work, but I soldiered on. She told me to get a finger into her asshole and once it was in, try squeezing another in beside it. Her advice worked wonders and soon that tight hole was opening up sufficiently for my cock to make an entry. The only problem now was my cock had lost some of its stiffness. That issue was solved by rubbing the head up and down her furry, still juicing slot. Now all was in readiness. My cock was a couple of inches in and making good progress when we developed an audience.

       Soon Roxy was licking my asshole while Juanita seated herself on the sofa and fed Lucinda her twat that was overflowing from all the fun and games she had with Roxy. That was all it took to really rev me up, and soon my balls were bumping against those meaty cheeks belonging to Lucinda. It was soon all grunts, groans, hissing, sloppy sounds and the like as I punched deeper and deeper into her tight asshole that clamped down every so often to show me who was still in control of the situation. It was Roxy's tongue washing my tight scrotum that put me over the edge and I made my first deposit in Lucinda's asshole. It was well worth fifty bucks, especially since it was Roxy's money.

                                (To be continued - jethro jodhpur)

            Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 13

       Lucinda and Juanita dressed quickly and left, making sure to add their fee to Roxy's bill. My addled mother-in-law didn't seem to notice that everyone around her was using her credit card like a big piggy bank. When she got this month's credit card statement she'd probably have a relapse and spend another month in a hospital being pampered by nurses and well-hung orderlies. I was tired and in need of another shower. Roxy, who had a face resembling a glazed doughnut, insisted on joining me. The bathroom was a mess and very towel in the place was part of an untidy pile by the shower stall.

       Roxy and I soaped up and then she got frisky. The next thing I knew she was on her knees, hair soaked to the scalp as she sucked my cock like it was the first meal she'd had in a month. Now after three rounds with Lucinda, all I wanted was some sleep, but Roxy would have none of that. We wrestled and I pinned her against the wall and put a knee into an area no gentleman would ever think of doing. That calmed her down and then she lost her last meal or two, such as they were. I almost lost my cool and decked her, but I pulled the punch since she was bending over and not in a good position for a decent blow.

       My mother-in-law was hysterical by the time I dragged her from the stall and tried to dry her off with a damp towel, but she'd have none of that. Leaving her sobbing and on her knees, my efforts were centered on turning the sofa where Lucinda and yours truly had done some nasty business into a makeshift bed. A contrite Roxy wandered out and asked like a little girl if she could come into the bed I'd just created and join me. If that happened there would be no sleep for me the rest of the night, and we both knew it on different levels. The gentleman in me graciously offered her the bed for the night and took himself to the other room to see what was available after Roxy and Juanita had shredded the sheets. As it turned out this was a better arrangement that Roxy had, but that would be my secret.

       Sometime during the night Roxy paid me a visit, and we compromised. We got into a spoon position and I stuck my half hard dick in her pussy and went off to sleep. I had a nice wet dream compliments of Gwen's mom who must have gotten me off all by herself. Why I never woke up while the few sperm left in my depleted testicles migrated into Roxy's birth canal is one of the great mysteries of my life. Roxy was still sleeping the sleep of the innocent, which was fine with me. We had a busy day ahead of us and she would only get in the way. A few phone calls got me the accommodations that were needed, and now all I needed was to get my wife and her mother packed and ready to go.

       Two hours later we were in the new digs, which weren't that bad. Now came the tricky part, getting Gwen over here without Roxy getting in the way. Whatever that drug was had made Roxy a cross between a sex maniac and a dunce. The poor bitch didn't even know her own name these days. According to what I'd been told, she'd recover some portion of her brain in time, but she'd never be the same old on the go, anything goes sex machine that I loved to dream of fucking and actually could. Fucking her was becoming more and more like a chore and that was so sad considering what she once was. This was an issue I had to handle quickly, along with whether I wanted to be the nursemaid for my terribly damaged wife who looked like she'd been put through an industrial-sized laundry mangle.

       Rob and Brooke arranged to be there for the transfer of the patient to the new place. He had given Gwen a sedative that made her easy to handle. Even passed out and seemingly free from pain, she looked horrible. I wondered how brain-dead Roxy was going to handle the situation. Would the sight of her daughter snap her out of the trance into which she had fallen? I had taken the precaution of binding Roxy to the bed with a gag to keep her from causing trouble if she had one of her fits that were becoming more frequent according to what Lucinda had told me just before she and her cousin left for "work".

       As luck would have it the lieutenant happened by just as we arrived at the motel and took care of the clerk. He was told the woman on the stretcher was a witness in a trial coming up in a few weeks and would be under surveillance day and night. That accomplished, she assisted us in getting Gwen into the small suite. Rob made sure Gwen was stable and told me he'd drop by in the evening every day. Carol Lauren also promised to keep an eye on us daily. I wondered if I could entice her into my web and nail her before she realized she'd been had. Then I stopped kidding myself and concentrated on handling my two relatives by marriage.

       Roxy surprised me by taking an interest in her daughter. That only lasted for a few days until I caught her going down on her comatose daughter who was still under sedation most of the time. What shocked and bothered me was the reaction of Gwen to her mother's advances. What had alerted me to what was going on were the sounds coming from Gwen. Even in her current depleted state, she was sexually excited by her mother's knowing tongue and lips. It was like the old times when Gwen was a teenager and she and mom thought nothing of bedding down on a regular basis.

       It was like being in prison waiting until Gwen was able to travel. Just when it seemed she was on the road to recovery she had a relapse, a severe one that required her to be hospitalized. Now it was one on one with her mother, who was getting stranger by the day. She'd run around naked begging me to fuck her. She shoved anything she could find that fit up her cunt in an effort to get off. In self-defense I resorted to roping her to the bed so I could go out for a breath of fresh air. It was a small step further to visit the Fun for All bookstore to purchase some toys for my mother-in-law.

       My luck remained bad as for some odd reason metal face remembered me and my wife, the troublemaker. He greeted me with a smirk and inquired about Gwen's health. I showed him the vibrator and dildo I'd selected and he shook his head and laughed. Then he leaned over and in a conspiratorial tone of voice told me what the cops had told him about taking care of the ditzy broad who started the big riot. It was like rubbing salt into an open wound and strengthened my resolve to have my revenge on those pricks. My face must have warned metal face that he was crossing a minefield, so he shut up, took my money and wished me well. I left in a fog.

       You talk about bad timing; Lucinda was out in the parking lot trolling for cock, accompanied by her cousin. She flagged me down after I passed her without saying hello. Still in a daze I just stood there and watched her mouth move without hearing a word she was saying. It was Juanita who broke the spell, raising her micro-mini skirt to display a shaved cunt. I blinked and blinked again at the sight of that perfect teen pussy. She named an outrageous price for a quickie and I just smiled. It took Lucinda to get me all the way out of my funk. She got a good grip on my arm and shook me until I snapped out of it. My first reaction was to look around for that large gentleman that rode shotgun for her. He was nowhere to be found, for which I was thankful.

       Lucinda was a schemer if there ever was one, and she wasted no time trying to ingratiate herself with me, mentioning our last sex session that she provided free of charge. I could not let that one go by without reminding her that her young cousin came away with one hundred and fifty dollars for her troubles. My former housekeeper at the hotel backed off quickly, especially when her cousin asked where her cut had gone? Always fast on her feet she hushed her little friend and suggested the three of us visit Roxy to see if they could cheer her up. That offer made me laugh and I headed for my new ride, a compact. The two of them followed me and asked if they could at least see their dear friend and former patron, Roxy. I worked a compromise, telling them I'd check with my mother-in-law to see if she was interested in visitors. If she said yes, I'd return and bring them back to where we were staying. As I drove away from the bookstore I congratulated myself on a shrewd maneuver.

       About an hour after arriving back at the new place there came a knocking at the door. I refused to answer and then I heard Lucinda's voice asking me to open the door so she and her cousin could visit Roxy, so much for outsmarting that woman. I sighed and let the two whores enter. They made a beeline for the back bedroom where Roxy was enjoying the sensations associated with the dildo that she was using to fuck herself while the vibrator was taking a rest after getting her off a number of times. Roxy gave a whoop at their appearance and told them to take off their clothes and join her in the bed. In less time than it took to tell, they were naked and ready to go. Roxy made no bones about wanting to eat out Juanita's clean-shaven pussy to see if it tasted different without all that hair. I could do nothing but stand back and let things happen.

       While Roxy gave the teenager a taste test, Lucinda lubed up the dildo and began feeding it into Roxy's soaking wet pussy. That juiced up Roxy and her tongue went into turbo mode while Juanita's eyes popped as her freshly waxed pussy got a treatment that she never had experienced in the past when her relatives did her. All the time when her male relatives were seeing if they could make her pregnant to prove their manliness, the ladies of the extended family were busy doing things to her youthful twat that made her almost cum resistant and also got her off better than any cock. That was why she gravitated to females these days. However except for Roxy she hadn't had any tongue worth remembering.

       I had to admit that Roxy perked up considerably once the teenager glued her freshly waxed pudendum to her mouth and began making small moves mixed with grunts and sighs as the older woman took command of her body and mind. Even while Lucinda was corkscrewing that piece of hard rubber deeper and deeper into Roxy's swamp-like cunt, it was her young cousin's pussy that had the woman's complete attention. Naturally that got her to thinking using that lizard's brain she had been given by Mother Nature. Why not work a deal to have Juanita act as the old woman's nurse? That would be better than what she was bringing back in her occupation as a whore. When all the taxes for protection and the like were tallied, her meager earnings barely covered them, leaving nothing for Lucinda to claim as her share of the girl's take. Blood was one thing, but this was business.

       Lucinda floated the idea with me, asking for five hundred a week for her cousin's services plus room and board. I knew that Roxy was well fixed, but this was getting expensive considering the condition of her daughter. I countered with a grand a month, provided she put out for me as well, since Gwen was out of action for who knows when? You could see the wheels turning in her head. When I casually remarked that between Roxy and myself she'd be a well-trained, docile sex worker when we returned her to Lucinda, my former bedmate started calculating.

       Of course she countered by asking how would this miracle occur? I grinned and said practice, practice, practice, which made her brow furrow. When I added strict discipline and corporal punishment, her eyes lit up. She had known a dominatrix somewhere in her checkered past and those words were very familiar to her from various conversations the two of them had about the sex trade. Those words she understood. I threw in the promise that when she was returned, her body wouldn't be permanently scarred in any way except perhaps a few strategic tattoos to identify her as a playgirl.

       Already there was a vision of having her over my knee naked and squirming as my hand pounded those tight buns into a pair of swollen loaves of crimson dough. I wondered what she'd think the first time I gave her a punishment enema? I'll bet that would straighten her out after a few big ones alternating between hot and ice water. There was a nearby business run by two Korean woman-haters that specialized in bikini waxes, Brazilian style. Juanita didn't know it, but she'd be spending some quality time with that pair as they made sure every inch of that smooth naked body below her neck was free from hair.

       Naturally we'd keep her naked and in bondage when she was at home. Once she had been properly trained, we'd have her service certain friends and acquaintances to be assured that her training had been embedded into her psyche. What I didn't tell Lucinda was we'd pocket the money they paid for access to that sleek, hot, taut, teen body. Lucinda interrupted my fantasy to tell me we had a deal starting today. That caught me off guard, but it was obvious it was now or never and this was too good an opportunity to let pass.

                       (To be continued - jethro jodhpur) 

                           Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 14

       The arrangement between Lucinda and myself did not go smoothly. Twice Juanita slipped out of the motel and sought her cousin. The first time she was gone for three days and was returned with evidence that a few people along the way had defiled her body. She had plenty of soreness in her moneymaker from having been brutally used, and was unable to fully satisfy her best and to date only paying customer, my mother-in-law. Once she recovered, away she went again. For eight days she was missing. This time the unsophisticated teen hooker fell in with a bad crowd who took full advantage of her naivety, working her like a mule from dawn to dusk, before the pros took to the streets. When she gave them trouble they beat her senseless. When that approach stopped working they arranged a "marriage" between her and a large dog of mixed breeds.

       Afterwards she was a very good whore and did exactly what the customers wanted, no matter how ugly or depraved it might be. She finally got lucky and was swept up in a dragnet run by the local cops on the lookout for nonunion whores who didn't pay protection. Juanita starred in a twenty-four hour gangbang that was not only taped, but also sent out on the Internet via a coded channel. All she got for her trouble was a few nightsticks shoved up her cunt and a beating that left her face lopsided, but no bones broken. These were pros and knew their business. It was Lucinda who negotiated her release in exchange for some free pussy and five hundred bucks.

       The housekeeper showed up at our door with what remained of Juanita who had been put through the wringer, and according to Lucinda, deserved everything that happened to her. By now Gwen was back from the hospital and the place was wall-to-wall people. Roxy had suffered a setback and once more took to her bed with the vibrator and dildo and set out to see how many orgasms she could produce in a day. She stopped showering and eating and to get within ten feet of her required a nose stuffed with cotton balls. Rob dropped by to see his patient and did a double take when he saw the condition of Juanita's face. He gave her a quick check and ascertained there were no bones broken and in another week or so most of the swelling would have disappeared. However the best news was that Gwen would be able to travel within a week. He also let me know that Carol Lauren was hot on the trail of something that might give her an advantage when push came to shove over what happened to Gwen.

       The sight of a badly beaten and very contrite teenager was all it took for Roxy to make a rapid recovery. The two celebrated by taking a nice long shower together and by the time they finished there was no soap left. While they were away getting to know each other once more, the local housekeeper came by and changed the sheets. I tipped generously for the trouble and still received a glare from her. Naturally Roxy and her teen lover dove back under the covers and didn't come up for air until the next morning. By then they were ravenous and foraging for food like animals. Also like animals they wore no clothing, which was fine with me. Three days later the four of us headed for home, leaving behind a lot of very bad memories.

       The flight home was uneventful except when one of the stewardesses, who was a dedicated lesbian, figured out that the teenager with the flashing dark eyes was a kindred soul. We had to keep Juanita strapped in her seat for the entire flight except when she had to visit the ladies room. Roxy made it her business to escort her little love bug to and from the tiny compartment that passed for a bathroom. Home for the immediate future was Roxy's place with its five bedrooms, four baths and swimming pool. The weather was not suitable for swimming just yet, but one could get a nice start on a full body tan if done a few hours at a time.

       My bride was still unable to perform her conjugal duties, which was no surprise considering what had happened to her on the honeymoon. Roxy and Juanita continued to be glued together at the crotch morning, noon and night, which left me without any sexual relief. Gwen's physician was very upset about the injuries to her body and strongly suggested that she be admitted to the hospital for a thorough examination. Recommendations then could be made concerning what to do for the various physical traumas she had suffered. So away Gwen went to the hospital, where she remained for six weeks. When she came out, her body was nearly flawless thanks to some outstanding plastic surgery that not only dealt with the injuries but also enhanced certain portions of her anatomy.

       Her bottom had been tightened and relieved of all the colonies of cellulite that were already forming a beachhead. Despite her relatively youthfulness, a vaginal rejuvenation was also performed that made her pussy tight as a drum. According to the surgeon that performed the procedure, she could pick up a dime with that refreshed and improved cunt. It was quite later in our marriage that she confessed he had been the first to try out her new and improved pussy. According to her recollection, I was number twenty-nine or thirty; she wasn't all that sure by then. The scars from the pointer had been erased in most cases, and the few remaining were cleverly disguised as minor birthmarks. Finally they gave her a set of tits made from a new wonder material that behaved like flesh. Now she sported a set of gravity defying 38 double Ds deliberately designed not to be exactly the same, which made them look even more normal and awesome when on display.

       We were all given a good look at the new and improved Gwen who seemed to enjoy flaunting what she had. From the look on Roxy's face, I knew there would be another member of the family signing up for whatever Gwen received. Juanita seemed to be nonplussed since she was too unsophisticated to pick up the signs that were being exchanged between Roxy and her daughter. Naturally I wanted to tear off a piece of that hot looking ass, as was my right according to the way I was thinking. Ever since we had returned home I was depending on porn, the raunchier the better, to keep me stable.

       Roxy had gotten me a good position in a company run by a friend of a friend. The money was fine and the amount of eager pussy in my department was well above average. The only problem was I lived in a fishbowl as Roxy's son-in-law. Things at home were much worse. There I was being driven slowly insane by the sight of Juanita and Roxy showing off their goodies and openly describing how hot it felt when one did the other in the asshole with her tongue or bragged about how many orgasms she had while her partner was ramming that strap-on dildo deep into her juicy pussy while at the same time a buzzing vibrator deep in her rectum was turning her intestines to mush.

       It soon became obvious that my bride wanted to be alone, pleading the trauma associated with what had happened to her after she had been arrested. Little did I know that she was fooling around with the surgeon who rebuilt her body and now was being treated to a nice dividend whenever the spirit moved him. A few weeks after the arrival of Gwen, her mother went in for some work and was in the hospital for ten days. Juanita and Gwen visited Roxy daily, generally after their morning romp in the big bed they now occupied. To make matters worse, they liked to leave the door open and let me eat my heart out as they did nasty things to each other's body. When I threatened to tell Roxy, they laughed and informed me they had already told her and she approved. In fact once Gwen returned home they were going to work out a schedule that allowed everyone to get as much of the other two as they could handle.

       A visit to my mother-in-law was in order, and quickly. She lay beneath the covers, her face expressionless and listened to my tale of woe. When I was done whining, she grinned and explained the facts of married life, Roxy style, to me. I just sat there with my mouth open and listened to her speak about herself, Gwen and Juanita first and then getting around to me. It was a revelation to be sure, and I was the beneficiary.

       " Gwen and I go way back as lovers, but unlike me, she didn't have the guts to hunt her own food. I think that when I wasn't looking, a few of my male friends had taken advantage of Gwen. My guess this started to happen when she was around her middle teen years. She began to get standoffish with me and then just stopped letting me do her whenever the spirit moved me. This was a great blow because mommy's little teenager knew more tricks than a ten-dollar whore. When we were going at it steady, she was like a sponge when it came to learning ways to get me off. However it seemed she never wanted to learn how to handle the other kind with dicks and limited horizons when it came to relationships; instead it looks as if they trained her."

       "Although we were mother and daughter and lived in the same house, our worlds were now separate. Gwen became a nonprofessional playgirl or slut, which was the way I described her antics to my friends. She would disappear for days and then come home looking like she'd been dragged through a sewer. One day I walked in on her drying off after a shower and saw the welts from a ferocious beating one of her male friends had given her for some infraction of his rules. Although she'll never admit it, Gwen had at least two pregnancies terminated, and to the best of my knowledge cannot conceive. Thank goodness she never got into drugs or I'd have seen her buried before she was twenty-one."

       "Then after a near death experience when her boyfriend tied her up and tried to drown her in his tub, she regressed to the weak, mild-mannered teenager you met and courted, sight unseen when it came to sex. What were you thinking? That led in turn to a marriage that I thought would free me from worrying about her. Then came that disaster of a honeymoon and here we are, almost back where we started. The only good thing that came out of that honeymoon was Juanita. That little minx will keep me busy for the next five years and I'll enjoy every second of whatever she decides to do with my old body. You my dear boy have been aced out by a fifteen-year-old with little or no education and hopefully a taste for just well-aged female flesh."

       "It looks as if that session she had with the local cops has put her back to square one. I wonder if another session, perhaps not as stressing, might bring her back to where she was before they got their hands on her. If somehow that happened, you'd have a sex maniac for a wife who had a body that wouldn't quit and that isn't bad considering what you have right now. I wonder if Lucinda and June would be up for another round featuring your brain-fogged wife. If the price was right, I think they might join in the fun. Besides that, you might get laid regularly while they were reprogramming your bride. Suppose I call Lucinda and see how much she wants to do the deed, no matter the consequences? Not only that, if she goes for the deal I'll offer her, I'll throw in a going away party for you that'll keep you limp for a week."

                       (To be continued - jethro jodhpur) 

                       Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 15

       With Roxy's help we put my blushing bride through the wringer to get her ready for what was to come once she was turned over to the not so tender mercies of Lucinda and June. Gwen was informed that she either did what her mother wanted, or she'd be out on the street. We didn't know it at the time but the bloom was off the rose when it came to Gwen and her surgeon fuck buddy. He had found more lively pussy and dropped Gwen like a hot rock. To her credit, Roxy figured out something had happened in her daughter's private life and she made the most of it with her threat.

       Gwen was made to prance around the house in her birthday suit and provide whatever servicing was required by her mother and Juanita. I got to watch and if necessary assist Roxy in disciplining my bride. Watching that trio go at it while I was on the sidelines made for lots of stress. However now and then Roxy would arrange things so that Gwen required some corporal punishment and yours truly always got to perform it. The first time Gwen went over my knee I made a deposit in my freshly cleaned trousers, much to the amusement of Roxy and Juanita. Gwen on the other hand was too busy screaming and threatening as I blistered her new and improved ass.

       On one occasion Gwen was so disobedient that she was marched into the bathroom for some water sports. For this activity she was restrained, her hands tied tightly behind her back. My job was to administer the huge enema that Roxy concocted for the family troublemaker. Gwen was made to bend at the waist so she could eat the pussy provided by her mother and the Mexican teenager, who took turns sitting on the edge of the large tub. I had a grand time moving the nozzle in and out as well as side to side in her asshole as she clenched her firm butt cheeks and slobbered all over the wet pussy she was eating. I got a little depressed by her enthusiasm for eating pussy and did my best to break her concentration by stabbing the nozzle deep into her asshole and wrenching it from side to side to make her cry out from the discomfort it caused. By the time I was finished she looked a bit pregnant from the water that had flooded her lower intestine. On the other hand I had a hard-on that was painful.

       Two days before Gwen and I were to leave for our second honeymoon, and perhaps our last chance to remain man and wife, Roxy had the bright idea of having her daughter sexually satisfy every person in the house. With my help we tied my bride spread-eagle fashion to the big bed where Roxy and Juanita romped all day and slept the sleep of the exhausted all night. Unfortunately for me my satisfaction was to be oral in nature. The ladies had an advantage, being able to recover quickly from an orgasm and be ready for another in a very short time. By now Roxy and Juanita were a sex team par excellence and knew their way around Gwen a whole lot better than I did. They tag-teamed my bride until her eyes crossed. They sucked every drop of pussy juice from her cunt, fist fucked her by the hour, stretched her cunt with big dildos and deadened her clit, alternating between a pocket rocket and an industrial strength vibrator that made her entire pussy quiver as it rolled up and down her slit, pausing for as long as five minutes on her clit that soon looked like a crimson golf ball.

       On three occasions that long day Gwen was forced to give me head. It wasn't easy but her nipples could only take so much twisting and biting before she sighed and opened her mouth. While all that was happening, Roxy was sucking me like a pro to keep my cock in total readiness. In fact she was almost too good at that, making me so ready that as soon as my cock was settled inside my wife's mouth I went off like a cannon and nearly choked her with the load I delivered. There was so much that she snorted cum from her nose, causing the ladies to laugh uproariously and bringing a long sigh of relief and longing for more from me.

While I rested up, the two lovers took turns getting my bride off big time! I was a bit surprised that she had so much sex energy for that, but not for me.

       I watched raptly as Juanita's small fist worked its way part Gwen's tight cunt mouth, followed shortly thereafter by her wrist and forearm before she took a rest and tried to rotate the portion of her arm that was buried in Gwen's twat. Meanwhile Roxy got to work fluffing me like a seasoned pro. I started to again wonder about that hot-boxed woman that went both ways. It sure seemed that she rather than her conflicted daughter would make a much better wife for me. Just thinking about being married to Roxy and having her strange daughter under my thumb as well got my juices flowing once more.

       My buxom mother-in-law started gagging on my cock and tears ran down her cheeks as she had a mild choking fit. I enjoyed watching her struggle to handle my hard dick, but missed the final move Juanita made putting her fist squarely against Gwen's baby chamber that would never house an occupant. It was hard to believe that Gwen's cunt had swallowed the teen's arm nearly up to her shoulder. It was now my turn to make her choke and gag as my hard cock sawed away inside her mouth and down her throat. Roxy moved away and urged me to make her daughter beg for some cock, if only I could.

       The teenager didn't have the courtesy to give me all the room I wanted for my next encounter with my blushing bride. She remained where she was and began to drub Gwen's cervix like it was a punching bag. That pain took her mind off what I wanted to do to her. She automatically opened her mouth, took a deep breath and let me do whatever I wanted to do inside her mouth and down her throat. That was an insult that I could not let pass. I thrust my hips and slid my dick halfway down her throat, choking her. Juanita just grinned over at me and continued to pound away against the door to Gwen's baby chamber. I had this strong urge to grab the teen by the throat and throttle her until that Madonna like face turned blue and her eyes threatened to pop from their sockets. Instead I repositioned myself, getting up on my arms so I could fuck Gwen's face like nobody's business.

       The annoying behavior of the little wetback had me so pissed off that it was a simple matter to control my urge to spurt a tidal wave of cum down my wife's throat. I took it nice and easy and really gave my bride a big package of grief. Even the brat stopped her efforts to watch the uneven struggle occurring a less than two feet from where she laid, almost her entire arm still buried inside Gwen's cunt. Roxy was clapping and urging me to go deeper and faster. She kept yelling for me to face fuck her daughter until she puked. I did a good job of that and just as the first spurt of cum made the trip down my new wife's convulsing throat she brought up what little food she had eaten over the last two days. Ignoring the mess that was now drenching the sheets, my cock slammed in and out like a crazed piece of machinery, taking the lining off her throat to the point that she could not speak above a whisper for three days afterward.

       I finished her off in style, plugging her throat and watching as she frantically tried to free my cock, but failed. It was a great feeling to watch her face turn blue and her eyes get bigger and bigger as she lost the battle. I wondered what she was thinking when she passed out as I smiled down on her. Even the little wetback was impressed by what I did to Gwen with my cock. Could there still be a chance that there might be some of that tight teen ass available before my departure with my wife?  That was one hope that got dashed in a hurry.

       It was late in the evening when I got my final shot at Gwen. Since the last time she had eaten pussy nonstop for perhaps two and one half hours with Juanita and Roxy taking thirty minute rides on her face. She'd been fisted by both ladies, first by the teenager breaking ground and then Roxy following up and finishing off her offspring. They tried out various dildos and vibrators on Gwen's cunt and asshole that made her cum with orgasms that shook her entire body. She had to lick their armpits and suck their assholes when they got bored making her cum.

       They tied her hands behind her back once more before taking her to the bathroom for some different water sports. First there were golden showers from both ladies, one squatting over her face the other pissing down onto her pubic mound and trying to force the stream to penetrate into her twat. When that was done they made her "tinkle" into a carafe, then forced her to drink every drop. This took some effort but when nipple and cuntlips twisting weren't enough, the use of needle-nosed pliers was. Afterwards Gwen was allowed to take a shower, a very cold shower, to clean off any residue that might have found a spot in which to hide on her superb body. Upon returning to the bed and fresh sheets, she had to face me for the third and final time in this session.

       Roxy was still acting as the ringmaster, and so Juanita was sitting on Gwen's face making sure that tongue was moving back and forth from her asshole to pussy. I was positioned just behind the teenager and ordered to start tit fucking my bride. Roxy selected the best spot on her daughter and started using a bullet vibrator covered with a layer of various sized hard rubber bumps on her twat. From the way Juanita was dancing on Gwen's head, the vibrator was working its magic on my wife in a big way. On the other hand my efforts were hardly noticed by the star of the show, which frustrated me no end. Even with plenty of baby oil on those big, firm but fake tits, sliding between them became a little boring if you'll pardon the pun. Then Roxy did something that made Gwen go berserk, bucking Juanita off her face and nearly unhorsing me as well.

       Roxy was as shocked as the rest of us. She had innocently rubbed the bumpy toy across Gwen's fat clit and created a response that was amazing. My nineteen-year-old wife had developed the strength of an Amazon and used it on us. To see if her daughter was still dangerous, Roxy resorted to the needle-nosed pliers and did a number on her swollen love button. Gwen struggled to escape from her bonds and shouted from the pain, but there was no exhibition of the amazing strength she had previously displayed. Then Roxy noticed another manifestation of the previous response; Gwen's pussy was running like a fountain. We watched in astonishment as the wet spot she created grew larger and larger.

       Juanita was all for fisting her rival, but was prevented by a glare from Roxy. My mother-in-law turned to me with a broad grin on her face and innocently inquired if I'd like to give my wife a good old fashioned fucking, the kind that cold bitches like her needed to keep them in line. I was flabbergasted, but eager for the opportunity. The only problem was the lack of a decent erection. Roxy showed who was boss in this family be designating Juanita to fluff me so I could perform my marital duties on the cold fish that was turning the bed into a swamp.

       I got to my feet and forced the little teen troublemaker onto her knees with her hands behind her back. That way I was in total control of the activity. Juanita was playing the part of a blowup doll, and Roxy got it and laughed. I used the teen's thick tresses to steer her properly as she sucked and gagged on my cock as it slowly grew in length and girth. I made her lick the tip and then do a flutter move, both performed quite skillfully and evidence she had plenty of training, probably from her male relatives. I wondered if she perhaps had some female teachers as well, that would have been very interesting to observe.

       The more I thought of it, the more I started to pencil in things like an artist. There would be a heavyset older woman nude from the waist down, seated on a crude wooden chair while this little, naked imp knelt between her thick thighs and licked the hairy cunt presented for her untutored lips and tongue. By then my cock was at its maximum size, thanks to Juanita's sucking and licking plus my imagination. I was now ready to do my wife but good. I glanced over at Gwen and was happily surprised to see her eying me and licking her lips anticipation. She would not be disappointed if I had anything to do about it.

       Juanita backed away as I approached the bed upon which my bride awaited. With little wasted motion my cock began thumping against her tunnel of love, while simultaneously my hands were squeezing her big firm tits and my tongue was darting into her warm, wet mouth. Her defenses collapsed and my prong began to move purposefully forward into that dark passageway. Gwen arched her back as much as she could to swallow even more of that invader. It now felt as if my dick was in a churn of warm butter. The sensations my hard shaft were encountering only encouraged me to move further before setting up camp for a brief moment.

       I backed out until only the head of my cock, now holding those cuntlips apart, remained inside her twat. She was wriggling beneath me asking in a little girl's voice for some of that big snake. Gwen got her wish as every inch of my stiff shaft was slammed into her cunt making her give a less than ladylike grunt as it touched bottom. That just added coal to the fire that was burning within me. I started giving her a good pounding, perhaps the best she ever had. I'd probably never know for sure. Roxy and her little friend disappeared along with everything else in the room except Gwen's hot, shaking body. I corkscrewed into her and she groaned. I jack hammered that tight twat until it was loose and super wet with her pussy juice. For a few moments I thought of freeing her from the bonds holding that body down onto the bed.

       Then suddenly Gwen turned cold and unresponsive. She tried to bite my face, managing to nip my lower lip. The honeymoon was over for us, but I continued fucking her and blew my load of blind swimmers into that sterile cunt. I was furious over her behavior and in a rage started to choke her until Roxy pulled me away and read me the riot act, which I deserved. Our reunion had turned into part disaster and part fiasco, with me holding the empty bag.  I took one last look at my defiant wife and headed for bed, leaving the trio to hash things out among themselves.

                                                     (To be continued - jethro jodhpur)

                       Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 16

       That night I tossed and turned and had one irritating dream after another, all having to do with my faithless wife. The next morning I decided that the trip back to see what June and Lucinda could do to make my wife recover her old self would be a waste of time based on yesterday's performance. What would it take to make Gwen return to the sexy thing that caused a riot at the adult bookstore? I had seen the results of the asphyxiation approach, but it looked too dangerous. Besides would it work on the new Gwen, who had gone through hell after being raped and nearly killed from the terrible beatings she had absorbed? My wife was an enigma these days and it might be better for all concerned if I just divorced her and started a new life without Gwen and Roxy. There was no way to separate the two, which was for certain.

       Roxy blew in as if nothing had happened, inquiring if I wanted any pussy from her right now. All she was wearing consisted of a smile and a thong that was obviously soaked with pussy juice, indicating that she and Juanita had already been busy while my mind was wrestling with the issue of my soon to be ex-wife. To her credit she read my face and knew there was trouble in the valley. She suggested that perhaps a semi-professional blowjob from Juanita, who liked to keep her skills properly honed, would perk me up and get us ready for a romp in her bed while the sheets were still relatively fresh. She reacted like someone that had been kicked squarely in the crotch when she heard my decision about getting a divorce from Gwen.

       "You can't do that! I won't hear about such an idea! My daughter is just a little confused and I'm sure that a few days with June and Lucinda will straighten her right out."

       My arched eyebrow didn't sit well with her at all. I could care less; enough was enough. Her daughter, my wife, had problems that would keep a shrink busy for years, maybe forever. I was sick and tired of taking whatever pussy she and her brain-fogged daughter chose to provide when they were in the mood. Last night had torn it big time. One moment Gwen's a hot piece of ass who couldn't get enough cock if a dozen guys were taking turns doing her, and the next moment she's an ice queen, or is it a spoiled brat? Fuck that, I'd had it! My mother-in-law was standing there with her eyes big and her mouth open as yours truly left the room in a fury.

       A good long walk can do wonders for a man, even if he was missing work at a job provided by his mother-in-law's influence. By the time I got back to the house, a lot had happened, all bad for my blushing whore of a bride. It seems that mom knew about her daughter's little fling with the handsome surgeon who had tricked out her body to turn her into a cock magnet. She had put two and two together and got eight and a half. Gwen had not bragged about her score to anyone except dear old Roxy. Roxy had kept her lips zipped. That meant real trouble, the kind that she didn't want or need. She tried to pull rank on this soldier, but I brushed her off and went to work. On my part, there was hope for scoring with at least one of the many short skirted pieces of ass that flounced around the office bending over to show their assets, tits or bottoms, depending on one's location when she made her move.

       Women can smell a man who is on the prowl. That day they went out of their way to show me what they had, and some of them had plenty. However it was a shy one who bagged me first and she wasted no time doing it. She passed me a picture of herself wearing nothing but skin and on the back the words " How about dinner this evening and me for dessert? " I was stunned and also complimented by her approach. She was fit and trim, probably worked out in some spa or gym, and featured a shaved pussy and nipple rings hanging from her B-cup tits. That evening I had two helpings of dessert and a promise that on my next visit a certain alternate orifice would be made available, if I was interested.

       Roxy was not amused, but she held her fire. After all, it was her daughter who was the cause of the problem, and she didn't help matters by picking up a fifteen-year-old girl as her love toy, leaving me out in the cold so to speak. She was smart enough not to ask where or with whom, but she insisted that we sit down right now and discuss her offer to solve the problem. It had no strings attached, which was good, and even gave me my freedom during the time it was in effect. In summary, for the next one month Gwen would be under strict discipline and restrained at all times. In the event she failed in any aspect of her marital duties despite the reason, she would be subject to corporal punishment chosen and carried out by me.

       It was a cat and canary arrangement with the canary's wings clipped. What would it hurt? At Roxy's place I could screw her daughter senseless, while at other locations it was no one's business but mine. I was eagerly looking forward to another tryst with Jill, my slim and very hot, new fuck buddy. At this moment Gwen couldn't be any further from my mind. She was a foreigner who lived somewhere else in the world. To make my mother-in-law happy, I nodded my agreement and she broke into a sigh of relief. Naturally she was disappointed when I turned down the offer to do Gwen right now, as she was naked and restrained on the big bed in her former room. For some odd reason Roxy then offered herself instead. I declined with thanks, but claimed I was rather worn out from my labors this evening. She flushed and bit her lip in irritation.

       Jill could certainly make great desserts. I ate until I couldn't eat anymore, sometimes consuming as many as four helpings of her finest offerings. Roxy's place was just somewhere that I went to sleep and change my clothes.  To her credit Roxy merely bit her lip over and over until she had a canker sore that was not very attractive. That weekend I stayed away entirely, returning Sunday evening late to be confronted by an irate mother-in-law who blew her stack as I watched and shrugged.

       I was exhausted since Jill had a younger sister who joined us for most of the weekend and like her older sister, Janice made great desserts for a sixteen-year-old, but specialized in presenting her bottom for my edification and usage. If anything she was slimmer than Jill and lacking in the tit department, but that tight asshole made up for those minor imperfections. That was to be the last time I cavorted with either sister. It seems that Jill was a serial fuck buddy, moving rapidly from partner to partner, and never staying more than a week to ten days. That was too bad, but it was great fun and prepared me for my main bout with Roxy and Gwen.

       Roxy's mouth was moving, but whatever she was saying went in one ear and out the other. I was still tired from all the fun and games that had taken place over the weekend with Jill and her kid sister. However my eyes homed in on the display Roxy was providing, namely her mostly bared body highlighted by a black thong that was soaked with pussy juice. My guess was she had hurriedly thrown on the robe when she realized I was in the house. I knew exactly what she and her little sex companion had been doing before my arrival. It was plain to see from the flecks of pussy juice scattered among her pubic hair. The muff was something that she had started a few weeks ago and it was pretty impressive by now. I sure hadn't been paying much attention to Roxy that was for sure.

       In my mind's eye I could picture Juanita stretched out on the bed, still not satisfied from the efforts of her love slave, Roxy. Her crimson, blood-bloated cunt lips were coated with glistening strands of Roxy's saliva. The old woman must have been sucking and kissing that pussy for quite a long time to get the cunt lips so fat and sassy and start a flow of cunt cream to dribble from between those fat cunt bumpers. It became apparent that my mind had taken over my body as well. A fairly impressive erection had developed and currently was tenting my slacks. It was also very obvious to my mother-in-law, who stopped her mouthing in mid-sentence and began licking her lips in anticipation. Why not; after all she'd been deprived of my cock for some time now and probably was getting a bit bored with just girl-girl stuff with an untutored teenager.

       Her face lit up like a Christmas tree when I announced my return to her home and good graces, and intended to nail her asshole good and proper in the presence of her teenage lover as a symbol of my exalted position in the household. I ordered her to get rid of the robe and lead me to her little love nest so I could begin fucking her brains out while Juanita watched and if necessary fluffed me if needed. The look on Roxy's face told me I was the king once more. Taking off like I did for a week leaving her high and very dry, had paid big dividends both at work and here. Starting tomorrow my reluctant wife would begin to learn what happens when she fails to perform her marital duties in a manner that pleases her long-suffering husband.

       Roxy took the lead and almost pranced as I followed, watching her ass cheeks jiggle as her hips swiveled from side to side in an exaggerated motion, tempting me with her charms. I could make out the islands of cellulite forming on her plump buns. I'd expect her to see the same surgeon that did her daughter's bodywork so she could be fit and firm and sexually attractive to me and hopefully other men as well. I had plans for Roxy that might shock her, but those I'd save until the issues surrounding my marriage were resolved to my satisfaction. Besides Roxy still hadn't snapped back to normal thanks to the excessive use of asphyxiation used by June. Thus my mother-in-law would be having competition for my cock from her daughter and those hot cunts at work. I was sure that Jill would be letting the girls at work know that I was available and a decent fuck.

       Juanita gave me a wide berth as we joined her on the large bed. The place stunk of sweat and pussy juice. My guess is they'd been in bed the better part of the day, probably taking breaks for food and the bathroom sandwiched around who knows how many orgasms. I was curious where my blushing whore of a bride was hiding. When I asked, it got deathly quiet before that little imp piped up and said she was out on a date with someone Roxy had fixed her up with. The next thing I was straddling Roxy, with both hands clamped tightly around her neck as her eyes bulged and her tongue protruded from the side of her mouth like a dog. Juanita saved her lover by grabbing my hair and yanking until I stopped squeezing the life from my mother-in-law. I replaced Roxy's neck with Juanita's cute, tight ass as I put her across my knee and my erection rubbed across her belly as I gave her a spanking that she'd long remember. The little imp took advantage of the situation and rubbed me so hard that my dick exploded and coated her belly and a portion of her pubic mound with a load of hot, but well diluted cum.

       Getting off like that was embarrassing and calming. I sheepishly checked on Roxy's condition, but she shrank from my touch and seemed relieved that I wasn't about to corn hole her precious asshole. I made a fist and warned her there would be hell to pay if my wife the whore returned more screwed than what I recalled. Just to show her and her little fuck buddy who was boss, I stretched out and had them take turns getting my cock hard. That little imp really knew how to jerk a cock and Roxy was an expert at gobbling the hard shaft as it entered and left her warm, wet mouth. Twice I thought my cock was hard enough for Roxy's asshole, but both times it bent too much to push past the tough muscle guarding Roxy's backdoor. Just as I was considering doing the nasty with Juanita whether she liked it or not, I heard the door downstairs opening, but not closing. I silenced the two and listened for any evidence that something was going on downstairs. What I heard cinched it, the slobbering sound of a dick being sucked very ardently. So down the stairs I came on tiptoe.

       My dear wife was naked except for a thong that glistened with the cum that was still pouring from her fat lipped cunt. She was on her knees, hands behind her back, sucking noisily on the thick, black cock attached to a man about six and a half feet tall with muscles to match. As I watched he cuffed her across the head and urged her to go faster, he had another white woman to see before the night was over. Gwen moved into another gear and started swallowing most of that python, which soon was coated with a thick layer of saliva. He grabbed her head and held it steady as he face fucked her mercilessly and she gagged and choked on the thick length of black dick. I was getting hard just watching this mismatch taking place about ten feet from here I was standing.

       He looked up and our eyes met. He grinned and pointed down to my wife and asked if she was my cunt. I laughed and told him not now and probably not ever again. He laughed in reply and slammed his meat so far down her throat that he cut off her air. I couldn't help laughing as Gwen reminded me of a blowup doll dangling from his cock. Then he snorted and held her head in a death grip as he went off and blew a load of cum down her throat. I clapped my hands slowly to acknowledge his ability to control and use my demented wife. He backed away and let her flop to the floor. As he left he added that she had taken care of eight of the brothers and did a good job most of the time considering she was a white girl. I turned and went back upstairs announcing that Gwen was unconscious and on the floor by the door if anyone wanted to drag her fucked out body upstairs and put her to bed. As for me I wouldn't touch someone who was a slut and proud of it. It looked as though Roxy was going to have a fit when she heard my words.

       The next morning it was a very contrite Roxy who pleaded with me to stay home and listen to what had happened in my absence. Ignoring her I left for work where there would be plenty of glances from the other girls and more than one offer of a nice home cooked meal and some wonderful dessert. By noon two ladies had propositioned me, one of them I knew was married. She didn't bother to lie about being married, letting me know he was on the road doing his thing most of the time while leaving her at home with just a vibrator for company, so he thought. That evening after work we had some drinks and then she bought dinner with her credit card, a gold one. Then it was to her place for dessert.

       Winifred was in her thirties, kept herself in fairly good shape, had a very nice set of real tits that filled up her 36D bra quite comfortably and a shaved pussy with long, thick cunt lips and a fat clit that proved to be very responsive to any type of touching. That night it was touched with my fingers, tongue, lips and cock, all the while growing after each and every caress, kiss or nip. She was another one who flooded the bed rather quickly once things got going. She gave head like a pro, licked my balls until they glistened and even sucked my asshole until it quivered. I did my best to reciprocate until she announced it was time to get serious, and not to worry about getting her pregnant since she had an IUD installed a few years ago when she realized life would include lots of male sex partners.

       She liked to be used hard and impersonal, like a piece of meat was the way she described her feelings while she was being pounded to a pulp by her unthinking partner. When queried about bondage, I hit pay dirt. She loved to be helpless, unable to prevent whoever was punishing her from doing the nastiest things imaginable, provided they left no permanent scars and she was able to walk the next day. Naturally she asked if I had any ideas I'd like to try on her. I mentioned a few and they were dismissed out of hand as being too mild for her tastes. That annoyed me, but I bided my time.

       Out came the handcuffs along with the information that there was a full enema bag waiting to be emptied inside her and held until she felt as if she was about to melt. While we waited it would be fun if she was made to take a golden shower or if I was up to it, make her swallow my piss and keep it down while I face fucked her mercilessly. She remarked that she liked these activities because they left no obvious marks. I inquired about her husband's attitude toward this type of activity and was told that it was he who started her off on them many years ago when everything about their marriage was almost perfect. In fact she usually confessed under duress about her infidelities so her husband could punish her severely. Often she would not be able to get out of bed for at least a day and move without wincing for another one. For that reason they always had these sessions on Friday evening after he returned from a trip. His return from this trip would mean major league pain and suffering since I was the second man with her while he was gone just three days on business.

       There was no way to avoid asking how their strange relationship managed to stay together. She smiled and told me her husband cheated on her almost every day he was away, and had two or three long running affairs at his office. In fact one of the women was invited over to hurt her and she did a wonderful job. There is nothing to match a woman when it comes to hurting another woman. While the husband fucked her cunt until it felt raw, the woman donned a large strap-on dildo and proceeded to fuck her ass until it bled, much to the delight of both. As the woman described it, that was just for openers, and she proved the truth of her comment. For a week afterward Winifred ate only soft foods like she was a baby, that's how much damage that monster piece of hard plastic covered with knobs did to her rectum and lower intestine. I let her know that I wasn't in that class for providing pain, but she merely smiled and told me that two infidelities in three days would merit some unique and very terrible punishments for her, and perhaps that woman might do an encore performance on her helpless body.

       Considering what I did to her and the way she reacted, this lady was into very heavy pain and punishment. To begin she had me tie her wrists and ankles to special rings set into the corners of the big bed. Then a wooden roller was placed under the base of her spine to as she put it; make it easier for me to fuck her at a very high speed since her cunt was now tilted properly for maximum penetration. There was more as she directed me to use what looked like hose clamps on the base of each tit and ratchet them down until they nearly disappeared into her swelling flesh. Weights were then attached by wires to the hose clamp arrangement to stretch those 36Ds until they took on a sausage shape and moans began to issue from her pursed lips. I got a close look at those big bags of fun and saw the numerous traces of former punishments that had been meted out to those knockers. Now the fun began in earnest.

                       (To be continued - jethro jodhpur)

Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 17

       Winifred gave me a leer and smacked her lips before insulting me. I knew what she was doing, and went along with her little game. I grinned and let her run her mouth for a few more minutes so that I could work up a nice hate for her. Suddenly in the middle of a rant about my small dick that she couldn't feel, I unloaded on her. My first punch caught her in the belly and took all the breath out of her. Punch number two landed right between those big elongated tits and I actually felt her chest cavity go concave from the blow. When I stepped back to survey the damage, her face had already started to turn color. All that came out of her mouth were gasps and some attempts at words that failed miserably. I couldn't resist that fat lipped cunt and so my fist smashed down on it and split open her cunt lips. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her face was now a dark red. A half dozen or so slaps that made her head move from side to side caused the color of her face to go from purple to blue, a sure sign she was in deep trouble. I figured another few punches to the right place and Winifred would be toast unless she got some help.

       Maybe the good shaking she got from me did some good because my helpless sex partner to be started recovering her color and making some sounds that indicated she was coming back to normal, sort of. She coughed and gasped a few times before opening her eyes. My fist welcomed her back to life, this time flattening one of those sausage-shaped tits. Her eyes popped and some spittle flew from her lips. That one must have hurt and so I evened things out by giving the other tit the same treatment. Winifred bellowed in agony and then cursed me. For a brief moment a red curtain came down and a voice I rarely heard incited me to give the bitch everything she wanted and then some. Fortunately my logical side took command and made sure Winifred wouldn't get her way with me. She started to sputter in rage when I untied her wrists from the rings that held her arms outstretched. There would be no fun and games at her place tonight, unless she called up a sadistic friend or two and convinced them she needed a pain fix desperately.

       When I stomped in on Juanita doing something vile to a very willing Roxy in the bathroom it was no big deal to me anymore. Of course Roxy was delirious that her prodigal son-in-law had returned to her bosom and hopefully eager to fuck her until her eyes crossed. She was doomed to disappointment when she heard me give Juanita my permission to continue what she was doing to Roxy's birthing tunnel. Having a large red rubber ball gag stretching her jaws to their limit, made it impossible to do more than grunt and drool, which made me grin and urge the little wetback to do her worst to her plump victim. She blew me a kiss and returned to seeing how far up Roxy's twat she could get her fist. I asked if she'd ever made it to the entrance where Roxy kept Gwen until she was large enough to be delivered. The kid had no idea what I was talking about, which was par for the course. Tomorrow I'd be giving Roxy, Gwen and the wetback their marching orders. We were returning to the scene of the crime and devil take the hindmost. With that I turned in for the night without checking to see where my cheating whore of a wife was hiding. Had I looked, I'd have been disappointed.

       The next morning after breakfast prepared by Juanita who turned out to be a decent cook, we assembled in the living room. Roxy was wearing only a pair of panties that already were glued to her dripping cunt, thanks to the hot tongue and lips of the little troublemaker from across the border. Juanita was wearing only a smile as she played with her pussy and smiled at Roxy who was getting hotter by the minute. My not so blushing bride looked like death warmed over and was naked except for a thong soaked with her juices as well as the cum that had been pumped into her pussy most of last night by god knows how many studs. The funny part was that I didn't care about her little indiscretions since I was planning some major changes for her miserable life. The stink of cunt juice oozing, dripping and seeping from the three cunts surrounding me made for a challenge.

       When I opened our little group session by announcing we were pulling up stakes and returning to where it all started, there was little reaction from Gwen or Roxy, but an enthusiastic response from Juanita. We would be leaving as soon as Roxy arranged for her house to be sold. We would be staying at the same hotel where I discovered just how fucked up my bride and mother-in-law were. To make ends meet I intended to turn Roxy and Gwen into moneymaking whores who would work for the same pimp as Lucinda and June. That came as the second big surprise to this trio of troublemakers. Juanita was furious that she was going to be left out of all the fun. I hinted that there were other plans for this teen tramp and that seemed to calm her for the moment. Roxy and Gwen said nothing, which was not a good sign. Already being late for work, I took off, leaving the trio to whatever they normally did while I was away toiling for their well being and getting as much strange pussy as I could handle. Things were looking better for my future, regardless of how things turned out once we returned to where it all started.

       It proved to be a great day at work. Winifred had spread the word about how uncaring I was to her needs, and by noon I had been propositioned by two charming ladies who hinted strongly that they needed some discipline and hard cock, not necessarily in that order. It turned out to be the last fling I would have until we resettled back to where it all began. Naturally I made a pig of myself with these two once I discovered they were considered to be lesbians and lived together in a small house located outside of city limits. Bonnie and Connie, a pair of phony names they used when they were home doing interesting things to each other's bare body, were curious about the other sex. Finally after watching me cut a small swath through the pussy at the office, they decided to see for themselves what sex with me might be like. I could not resist rising to the bait the offered.

       The girls, which were the way they wished to be addressed, were no prizes when it came to their looks. Both were in their early thirties, with dark hair cut short, flat faces and sharp features that made them look almost Asian. Both were skinny, almost painfully so, with no hint of tits and asses you could use to iron a shirt. The pair knew each other since high school and by their senior year they were full-fledged members of the lesbian persuasion thanks to the help of their homeroom teacher who trained them both at her place every weekend for months. They left the area shortly after graduation, started working and saving their money until they were able to purchase their house a few years ago. The girls soon developed a network of other lesbians in the local area who were delighted to spend weekends with them doing naughty things. From that beginning they graduated to bondage and power games, alternating between top and bottom both at home and with other lesbians. Men to them were another race of beings to be ignored or feared.

       Let me say at the onset, I was driven by curiosity and male pride. The girls also had their own agenda, but by the time it came for me to depart, they were as sad to see me go, as I was to leave. You talk about being pleasantly surprised; I was utterly amazed at the way things turned out for all of us. Based on the way we all felt about each other, I knew there was a place to return if everything went up in smoke and flames with my attempt to save what was left of my weird marriage and even weirder wife and mother-in-law. There's really not enough time to describe in detail all the things that went down, but a few of the highlights might give you some idea of how interesting things got between the three of us.

       The first night we dined at a very nice restaurant and the girls picked up the tab, joking that they intended to make me work hard to balance the books once we got back to their place. Connie decided to ride back to her place with me to give me proper directions. Once in the car she confessed that she and Bonnie had flipped a coin to see who would have the first crack at me. Even as she spoke her hands were unzipping my fly and pulling out my semi-hard cock. I nearly lost control of the car when she started to very slowly skin my pecker with a level of skill that didn't match her sexual persuasion. She thought it amusing that I would react so strongly while she was just trying to get to know me a little better. Then she dropped another bombshell; I would be expected to always have unprotected sex with both of them just as long as we agreed to see each other.

       Somehow I managed to get to their place without losing my load despite Connie's best efforts. She leaned over and while she stuffed my hard cock back inside my pants announced that this meant Bonnie would be the first to feel what a real cock felt inside her cunt. Her friend had already arrived and was waiting for us in the living room. All she wore was a welcoming smile. She was so thin you could see her bones trying to escape from the skin covering them. She looked like a very tall preteen with her thin, crepe-shaped tits featuring nipples that were black as night. Her stomach was smooth and flat and her bony hips jutted out to call attention to the thin-lipped cuntlips that defined her pussy's entrance. What struck me was the lack of any pubic hair, not even a hint of one anywhere I could see.

       Bonnie did a slow turn to show off her flat ass and every bone making up her spinal column. I made a mental note to make sure I didn't get nailed by any of those sharp bony edges that seemed to cover her skeleton-like frame. By the time she finished posing, Connie had quietly stripped to the skin and did her show for me. Except for a difference of perhaps two or three inches in height and a hint of tits capped with pink nipples they were like two peas in a pod, including a coin slot that looked almost identical to Bonnie's pussy mouth. Now it was my turn for show and tell, and so I got naked and let them see a real live cock, in this case one that was almost fully hard.

       Bonnie wasted no time tying Connie's hands behind her back. Then she slipped what looked like a yard of hot wiggling tongue into the helpless lesbian's mouth, while at the same time the fingers of her other hand were rummaging inside the naked woman's cunt and they glistened with her cunt juices once they were removed. By then Connie was panting, but the fun and games had just begun. The three of us adjourned to the bedroom, which had been prepared for action with fresh sheets. I stretched out and waited for the next move, which was quick in coming.

       Connie was put to work sucking my cock while Bonnie watched and masturbated. It was a very weird scene as the two skinny lesbians came to grip with the other sex. Connie was showing her lack of experience, but still was doing her best to get me ready for her partner. I suggested she alternate by sucking and then licking my balls. She grimaced, but a slap on the butt from Bonnie got her busy. Things got even hotter when a tape was played showing two lesbians going at it using a strap-on and vibrator to get each other off. Bonnie began finger fucking Connie and that got her juices really flowing. Her efforts to get me hard began paying dividends and soon I was ready to introduce Bonnie into the mystery of hetero sex. She made Connie sit on a chair by the bed, her thighs parted to show how wet she had become. I decided to start Bonnie out with the ever-popular male superior missionary position.

       My lesbian sex partner chewed her lip as she anticipated what was about to happen to her body. She insisted on no protection, and who was I to say nay. I stuck my tongue into her mouth and then my cock into her surprisingly wet cunt. He grunted and her entire body stiffened as she realized that a man's cock was inside her "virgin" pussy. This was almost too easy, but I took my time, moving smoothly an inch at a time, as her cunt got wetter and wetter. I glanced over at Connie and smiled. She was gawking like a schoolgirl about what was happening just a few feet from where she sat. I couldn't resist showing off, so I pulled out until just the head was buried between Bonnie's swollen cunt lips. Then I pushed with steady force until every inch had disappeared into her soaking wet fuck tunnel. That's when I realized she was definitely no virgin; someone else had taken that little fleshy shield from her a long time ago, probably that schoolteacher who originally guided the two into the world of Lesbos. My reverie was broken by Bonnie's wiggling tongue that said "more" and "be quick about it"!

       I kicked it into another gear and started pounding her like she was a ten-dollar whore, not that I ever fucked one. That bony chest and arms, not to mention her long, lean legs just filled with sharp corners, were doing a number on me as I tried my best to fuck the fight out of her. Her pussy was soaking wet and I could feel pussy juice leaking from her every time I slammed full force into that swamp. We rolled over and now she was on top and this really put me at a disadvantage. I wrapped my arms around that skinny body and squeezed to take some of the fight out of her. She countered by biting my lip. I started slapping that boyish ass as her hips moved like pistons and she slobbered all over my face. Over she went and now I finished her off with sledgehammer blows to that drooling cunt. I looked at her contorted face as she reacted to the brutal going-over she was taking. Her eyes had rolled back into her head and she was gasping for air. Then my cock triggered off and that pure lesbian pussy got contaminated by an ocean of sperm. There was so much that I managed to pull out and give her face a little goo covering to lick off while she recovered her strength and watched me do the same to her big-eyed lover, Connie, who was nervously licking her lips in anticipation of what my cock would do to her tender insides.

                               (To be continued - jethro jodhpur)