Chapter 5: Double Trouble
The master bedroom door clicked shut, sealing Tom and Liz in a world of soft lamplight and the faint, lingering scent of Char’s perfume. Liz, still wrapped in her robe, let the terrycloth fall open, her dark eyes locked on his. “I’ve been thinking about this all evening,” she said, her voice a low hum. “About taking all of that famous 9.5 inch cock of yours, all mine, all night!.”
She pushed him back onto the bed and climbed over him, her hands working the tie of his robe before she took his thick length in her hand, stroking him slowly. “My God,” she breathed, her thumb spreading a bead of precum over his huge swollen head. She lowered her mouth, taking him deep, her tongue swirling around the shaft with a hungry expertise that made his hips buck. After a few minutes of this, she rose, straddling his hips, and guided him up inside her cunt with a slow, controlled roll that made them both gasp.
“Fuck, you’re inside me so fucking deep,” she moaned, rising and falling with increasing urgency, her breasts swaying, "And I'm loving every delicious fucking inch!" Tom gripped her hips, driving up into her wet heat, the slap of their bodies a frantic rhythm in the quiet room. He flipped her onto her back, hooking her legs over his shoulders, and pounded into her with a focused intensity, watching her face contort in pleasure. “Yes, give it to me, Tom. fill me up with your hot load,” she chanted, her nails raking his back. His release was a roaring wave as his huge cock began pulsing over and over again, maybe 10 times, into her depths as she clenched around him, her own perfect climax following with a sharp cry!
They lay tangled, breathless, for a long moment. “Char wasn’t wrong,” Liz finally whispered, a smile in her voice. “You are absolutely incredible.” Down the hall, in the guest room, Char’s laughter echoed faintly through the house, a promise of more to come.
Down the hall, in the guest room, Char’s laughter echoed faintly through the house, a promise of more to come. Larry’s hands were already on her, pushing the robe from her shoulders as he kissed the nape of her neck. “That thickness you were so curious about,” he murmured, his voice a rough whisper against her skin, “you’re about to feel it in every possible way.” He turned her, his mouth capturing hers in a deep, consuming kiss as he backed her toward the bed.
CHAR’S NIGHT WITH LARRY WAS AN EVENT SHE WOULD NEVER FORGET. SHE DIDN’T REMEMBER THAT HE WAS ONLY 26 YEARS OLD, AT THE HEIGHT OF HIS SEXUAL POWERS. He fucked her first on the edge of the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, driving up into her with that devastating, stretchingly thick cock until she came screaming into a pillow. NEEDLESS TO SAY, SHE DIDN’T GET MUCH SLEEP, WITH 3 TRIPS TO THE SHOWER AFTER BEING COMPLETELY, THOROUGHLY AND EXPERTLY FUCKED THREE GRAND TIMES, HER PUSSY EATEN TWICE, HER TITS SUCKED INCESSANTLY, AND KISSES GALORE. IT WAS A NIGHT OF SEXUAL ABANDON, LUSTILY TAKEN, AND LONG REMEMBERED BY A YOUNG ENERGETIC LOVER WHO DIDN’T KNOW THE WORDS "ENOUGH" OR "DONE". He took her from behind against the cool glass of the shower, then again on the floor, her body a willing playground for his relentless stamina. He could literally fuck her for hours at a time!
IN FACT, TOM HAD TO GET THE BREAKFAST READY FOR THREE AS CHAR SLEPT UNTIL 11AM! WHEN TOM WENT UP TO WAKE HER, SHE HAD A STORY TO TELL HIM WHEN HE ASKED, "HOW WAS YOUR NIGHT?" She blinked awake, a sore, satiated smile spreading across her face. “He’s an animal,” she breathed, her voice hoarse, “a beautiful, tireless animal who ruined me for all other men.” LIZ AND LARRY ATE THEN WERE OUT AT THE POOL ON LOUNGES, NAKED AGAIN, AS TOM ESCORTED A TIRED CHAR TO THE POOL, NOW ALL CLEANED UP, BREAKFASTED, LOOKING ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL AND RADIANT AS SHE TOOK OFF HER NIGHT SHEER AND JOINED THEM ON ANOTHER LOUNGE, HER NAKED BEAUTY DRAWING A WORD FROM LIZ SAYING, "OH MY GOD, CHAR YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN I HAVE EVER SEEN!" CHAR REPLIED "THANKS, THAT MEANS A LOT COMING FROM THE HOTTEST GIRL I HAVE EVER KNOWN!" CHAR LAID BACK ON HER LOUNGER, HER BLONDE HAIR, HER PERFECT BREASTS AND THOSE SOFT BLONDE CURLY HAIRS A HALO OVER THE MOST SOUGHT AFTER PUSSY THIS SIDE OF THE MISSISSIPPI!
The sun warmed her closed eyelids, and the gentle chatter of Liz and Larry by the pool’s edge was a soft hum. Tom sat on the edge of her lounger, his hand resting on her thigh, his thumb tracing idle circles. He watched the easy affection between the other couple, then looked back at Char’s radiant, exhausted serenity. A profound, quiet satisfaction settled in his chest, deeper than any physical release, seeing her so utterly, completely, totally, fully, wholly, perfectly and above all, thoroughly sexually fulfilled. Indeed!
The silence by the pool was a warm, living thing, broken only by the drip of water from Larry’s hair onto the stone. “You look thoroughly and beautifullyy debauched,” Liz whispered to Char, her voice carrying a smile. Char didn’t open her eyes, but her lips curled. “Your wonderul husband wrecked me in all the best possible ways” she sighed, shifting her hips on the lounge with a faint, pleasurable wince.
Tom watched Larry’s gaze, dark and appreciative, travel the length of Char’s sunlit body. “She’s a sexual revelation,” Larry said, not to Tom, but to the air, as if confirming it to himself. Liz stood, water sheeting from her tanned skin, and walked over to Char’s lounge, her shadow falling across Char’s face. “Think you have one more in you?” Liz asked, her fingers tracing a slow line from Char’s ankle up her inner thigh.
Char’s eyes opened, a blue challenge meeting a brown one.“For beautiful you? Always.” Liz lowered herself, her mouth finding Char’s lips with a hunger that was both tender and claiming, her tongue delving deep. Tom’s breath caught as he watched his wife’s hand come up to tangle in Liz’s wet hair, pulling her closer, a low moan escaping them both. Larry moved to Tom’s side, his own erection full and evident. “You mind?” Larry asked, his voice casual, but his eyes were on the women. “It’s the only way this picture gets better.”
Tom shook his head, a tightness in his throat beyond words. Liz broke the kiss, her mouth glistening, and looked back at the men. “Well don't just sit there with your big hardons, come over here,” she commanded, her voice husky. They obeyed, a silent consensus shifting the geometry of the patio. Liz then told Char, "Okay, It's time for you to get your morning delight as she guided Char onto her hands and knees on the soft outdoor rug, the arch of Char’s back a profound invitation. Larry quickly positioned himself behind Char, his thick cock quickly nudging her spent, swollen and now quite wet entrance. “You remember this stretch, baby?” he growled, pushing back into her with one relentless, deep stroke that made Char cry out, her back bowing, "Oh fucking Christ, your wonderful cock is back!
At the same moment, Liz slid in front of Char, her legs splayed open, her pussy folds beconning all before Char, offering herself. “Taste him on me,” Liz whispered, guiding Char’s mouth to her own slick folds. Char’s tongue dove in, lapping at the mingled flavors of Liz and Larry, her sounds muffled. Tom watched, his hand stroking his own hard length, as Larry began a ruthless pace, his balls slapping against Char’s ass, each thrust driving Char’s face deeper into Liz’s cunt. The scene was a profane ballet, a perfectly orchestrated collapse of boundaries, and Tom felt a piercing joy spear through his arousal. Liz reached for Tom, her fingers wrapping around his wrist, pulling him into the rhythm, into the heat, into the complete, utter fulfillment of the sight before him.
Tom's vision tunneled to the sight of Char's mouth working on Liz's splayed pussy , her cheeks hollowed, while Larry's powerful hips hammered into her cunt from behind. "Christ, look at her take it," Larry grunted, his thrusts becoming shorter, deeper, a piston driving her forward onto Liz's lavish pussy. Liz arched her back, one hand fisted in Char's hair, the other reaching behind to claw at Larry's ass, pulling him deeper into Char's welcoming flesh. "Make her choke on it," Liz moaned, her own hips grinding against Char's face, a slick, obscene rhythm counterpointing the slap of skin from behind.
Tom moved, pulled by Liz's insistence, his own need a white-hot wire in his gut. He knelt before Liz, his cock jutting toward her mouth, and she took him in without hesitation, her throat opening in a practiced, greedy swallow. The dual sensation—Liz’s hot, sucking mouth and the visual feast before him—threatened to undo him immediately. He watched Char's eyes, glazed and heavy-lidded, meet his over the plane of Liz's abdomen; in them, he saw a wonderful, a bit shattered, yet blissful surrender that mirrored his own roaring fulfillment.
Larry’s rhythm fractured, his breath searing Char’s shoulder. "I'm gonna fill you up again, you gorgeous creature," he snarled, his body locking as he buried himself to the hilt, pulsing inside her. Char’s cry was muffled against Liz, her own body clenching in a raw, trembling orgasm that seemed to drain the strength from her limbs. Larry collapsed over her back, spent, and the shift in weight pushed Char's face even deeper into Liz's cunt, making Liz gasp around Tom’s length.
Liz released Tom with a wet pop, her voice ragged. "My turn on that famous cock," she panted, pushing Char gently onto her side. Char rolled, boneless and gleaming, her spent body a testament to the morning's work as Liz positioned herself over Tom, guiding him into her with a slow, sighing descent. "Fuck me like you did last night, like you really mean it, again, Colonel," she breathed, her nails digging into his chest as she began to ride him with a furious, desperate pace, her earlier composure gone, replaced by a hungry, final need.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18.
Tom gripped Liz’s hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drove up into her, each thrust punctuated by her sharp, satisfying gasps. The world narrowed to the slick heat of her cunt, the sounds of Char’s spent breathing beside them, and the sight of Larry watching with a dark, approving hunger. “That’s it, take every last inch,” Tom growled, his orgasm building like a pressure behind his eyes.
Liz came with a choked scream, her inner muscles fluttering around him in frantic pulses, which tipped him over the edge. His release was so deep, a drawn-out roar, a full-body shudder that emptied him into her welcoming depths. She collapsed forward onto his chest, her sweat-slick big breasts pressed against his, both of them breathing in ragged unison.
A slow clap came from the lounger. Larry was smiling, his hand resting on the small of Char’s back as she watched them through heavy-lidded eyes. “Quite a show,” he said, his voice a rough chuckle. Char just smiled, a lazy, cat-like expression of total satiation, and reached for her water glass.
The afternoon sun burned hotter, bleaching the sky white. Silence settled, thick and comfortable, broken only by the drip of water from the shower and the distant call of a bird. Tom lay there, Liz’s weight a pleasant anchor, and let the reality of the last twenty-four hours wash over him. He had watched his wife be taken apart by another man, had taken another woman himself, and had shared in a raw, grinding union of all four. The fantasy was no longer a abstract thought in the dark; it was here, sweat-dried and real on his skin, reflected in Char’s serene, completly fucked-out smile. It was perfect. It was everything.
And yet, a new current, sharp and unexpected, cut through his satisfaction. It sparked as he watched Larry’s thumb trace a possessive circle on Char’s bare hip. It wasn’t jealousy. It was a deeper, more primal itch. The watching, it turned out, was not a passive act. It was a hunger. And having tasted it, having seen Char utterly consumed by , Tom knew one thing with crystalline certainty. He wasn’t finished watching.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18.
The slow clap faded into the humid air, but the energy didn’t dissipate; it coiled, waiting. Char’s lazy smile from the lounger held a new challenge, her eyes sliding from Tom’s satisfied face to Liz’s still-heaving form. “You’re not done,” Char stated, her voice hoarse yet firm, a commander recognizing a lingering campaign. “None of us are.”
Liz, understanding instantly, rolled off Tom with a slick sound and crawled towards Char, her mouth already seeking Char’s, tasting herself and Larry on Char’s lips. Larry watched, his cock already hardening again against his thigh, a predatory gleam in his eye as he moved behind Liz. He gripped her hips, his thick, beer-can cock nudging her against her perfect little asshole, still wet from the pool. “This one’s mine now,” he grunted, not asking, and started to penetrate relentlessly into her tight, virgin backdoor. It was Tom who quickly saved her saying, "Here, Larry, this is Char's favorite expensive luberication for just this situation. Here, let me assist you", as he gathered a glob of lube and smeared it all over Liz;s sweet asshole, and pooking some inside her anal opening. "There you go, and always remember to always put a lady's asshole above your need to get your cock inside instantly. Go slow, be gentle, be satisfied and so will she be!"
Liz screamed into Char’s mouth, a sound of shocking, brutal pleasure, her body arching as Larry heard Tom's wise advice, lubing his thick cock as he began to slowly stretch her anal opening impossibly wide. Char broke the kiss, panting, saying, “Okay Larry, fuck her ass and you can wreck it but that's okay,” while her own hands dove between Liz’s legs, fingers circling Liz’s clit in rough, frantic circles. Tom propped himself on his elbows, a helper with the lube and also voyeur once more, his own spent dick twitching as he watched Larry pressing forward until his huge cock's head finally just "Popped" inside Liz's sphincter anal opening and into her anal canal as he began a slow, not savage, rhythm as his cock finally was completely impaled inside her. Liz’s cries fragmented into sharp, sobbing gasps, each of Larry’s thrusts jolting her forward onto Char’s working fingers.
“Tom,” Char gasped, her head falling back, her own need obvious, a sheen of sweat on her throat. “Watch what he does to her. Watch what I need next.” It was both an order and a plea, binding him to the scene completely. Larry’s pace became punishing, a raw, animalistic drive, his balls slapping against Liz’s ass as he claimed her depths. Liz finally came with a shuddering, silent scream, her body clenching violently around the invasive thickness of Larry's massive cock, which only spurred Larry on. His final, guttural roar as he emptied into her bowels was the signal. A few minutes passed, he finally pulled out, with a gushing sound, glistening, coved with his white cum and turned his attention, and his heavy cock now getting hard againn and aimed straight at Char’s waiting, open mouth.
MORNING BECOMES ORGY.
Char didn’t hesitate, her mouth opening to receive Larry’s slick, glistening cock, her tongue flattening against the underside of his shaft. She sucked him deep, her eyes closing as the potent, musky flavor of his spend and Liz’s essence coated her palate. “Fucking hell, yes,” Larry groaned, his hands cradling her head, watching himself disappear between her lips.
Tom watched, transfixed, as his wife’s throat worked, her cheeks hollowing with a desperate hunger that sent a fresh jolt of heat to his own groin. She eargerly savored the bitter-sweet nectar, a flavor both alien but deeply erotic, swallowing around him with a hungry moan that vibrated through his body. This was it—the raw, unfiltered communion he’d craved to witness, her polished composure shattered by her delicious base, perfect grinding need for everything completley sexual.
She pulled back, gasping, a strand of saliva and residue connecting her lips to his cock's tip. “I need more,” she panted, not to anyone in particular, a dark revelation flashing in her widened eyes. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. Liz, still trembling from her anal intrusion, crawled behind Char, her own mouth seeking the taste of herself and Larry on Char’s stretched, sensitive skin.
The morning dissolved into a shifting tangle of limbs and hungry mouths, a shared animal thirst that no single act could quench. Tom finally moved, his own renewed hardness guiding him toward Liz’s offered mouth, her tongue laving his head with a focused dedication that made his vision blur. The sounds were wet, primal, a symphony of gasps and slaps and choked commands that hung in the steam.
Char’s declaration echoed in Tom’s skull, merging with the present grunts and sighs: She needed more. This was no longer just an experiment, a fantasy played out with two young newlyweds in the safety of their home. It was a door kicked open, revealing a hallway of darker, hungrier doors beyond, and she was already gladly walking through them. And he was right behind her!
And he was right behind her!
ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. The four finally moved back into the house, showered, dressed, and went out for an adventurous day at a local fair and street festival. They enjoyed the local flavor, the food, drinks, the people and the celebratory feeling of the day. They laughed and talked and enjoyed each other's company before evening was approaching and they headed back to Tom and Char's estate. Char had had dinner brought in so they all freshened up and enjoyed a wonderful meal with all the trimmings then drinks on the patio, talk about their day and then, at Char's suggestion, music and some fun dancing the couples starting with their mates then switching. It was a fun evening until nearly midnight when Tom suggested they all move to the huge master bedroom suite which they quickly did. As they sat in big couches around the bed together Tom spoke up suggesting they all disrobe, get naked together and have some fun. All agreed, Liz saying, "Yes, let's all let Char know how much we love her and need her, she is our sparkplug." And the night of decadence, decadency, degeneration, abasement, abjection and degradation began. A night Char wanted, needed and would get!
Char stood, a queen before her subjects, and slowly unzipped her dress, letting it pool at her feet. “You heard her,” Char said, her voice a low hum of pure authority, her eyes glinting in the soft light. Larry was on his feet first, his mouth finding the pale skin of her shoulder, biting down gently as his hands cupped her ample beautiful bare breasts. Liz knelt before her, nuzzling into Char’s stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of Char’s panties as Tom watched, his breath tight in his chest. The air thickened with the sound of fabric tearing as Liz simply ripped the flimsy lace down the seam, peeling it from Char’s hips and letting it fall, a ruined flag at their feet. “Fuck, you’re pussy is already soaked,” Liz murmured, her tongue already tracing a hot path through Char’s short blonde curls before Char could even step free of the tangled cloth at her ankles. Larry spun Char around, his thick fingers pulling at her as he bent her forward over the arm of the plush sofa, her pretty sexy perfect ass presented to the room. “This ass is mine first,” he growled, not asking, talking a glob of lube from the side table and applying it directly onto her waiting anal opening, the glob glistening before he pressed it inside her with his middle finger deep into her anus. He was ready to put his cockhead against her without another second of preamble when Tom said, "Wait, let me get on the bed on my back and have Char impale herself on my cock inside her pussy, then she can bend over, put her sweet tits on my chest, her ass in the air, awaiting Larry's big cock going up her anal canal! Char followed, impaled, bent over, her tits smashed agaist Tom's chest. Larry moved quickly, as he gripped her hips, his thick, beer-can cock nudging her against her perfect little asshole, now very wet. “This one’s also mine,” he grunted, not asking, and started to penetrate relentlessly into her tight, virgin backdoor.