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Ken Miller took a taxi home from the airport. He was a day or two earlier than he'd expected, getting home, and he was a little sheepish about facing Trish. In the back of the cab he rehearsed scenario after scenario, drumming fingers on his attach‚ case until the driver asked him to knock it off for Chrissake, buddy!

He couldn't believe the scene he'd made with Tricia the morning of his departure. But the evening before, he'd just had this tremendous yen to stick his cock up her gorgeous tight little asshole. He definitely had to quit listening to Roger Parker's stories at the gym.

Anyway, no one in his right mind would believe a third of the stuff that Rog said Kate went crazy over. The guy was some kind of salesman, though. He made assfucking sound like a Mercedes. Once you knew it was there, you wanted it for yourself. Yeah, he thought, that sounds pretty good. Maybe it would save _his_ ass with Trish.

She'd been sooo ticked off when he brought up that stuff. And then he'd threatened her with an assfuck as soon as he got back from LA.

He knew that he should've been more easygoing, more persuasive, a little less physical. She'd almost warmed up to it in bed that morning, when he started on her while she was asleep. He'd come within a cunthair of getting his cock up her shitter.

Until she woke up. Fuck, he thought, I should've licked her a bit longer! Rog always said that if you fucked it right with your tongue, to get things started, women would beg you to fuck it with your big hard cock.

Ken leaned back in the seat, sighing deeply, wondering if it felt as good to stick your prick into a hot tight wiggly asshole as Roger Parker claimed. He hoped he lived long enough to find out. With his second or third wife, probably, though. Not with Trish. Never with Trish.


He unlocked the front door. "Trish!" he called, in a conciliatory voice, hoping she didn't remember their final conversation of a few days ago. He had flowers for her, and some doodads he'd picked up on Rodeo Drive. "Honey, I'm home..."

"I'm in the bathroom," she replied. She didn't sound pissed off. He took that as a good sign. Peeping through the half-open door, his eyes bugged out and his tongue bounced off the floor.

Tricia stood on the rug before the mirror, checking her makeup. She looked fantastic. Normally she looked good, but right now she looked _fantastic_. Like something out of a really hot porno movie. Like Hard-On City. She turned slowly. "Hello, and welcome home," she exhaled.

She was wearing a flimsy lavender teddy, semi-sheer and eager to hug and model the full, lush curves of her body. He loved garter belts and sexy stockings. Normally Trish wore pantyhose. Today she was in garters and pale violet stockings that caressed her legs all the way down to her gleaming red Fuck-Me shoes. She hardly ever wore the kind of tapering, elegant spikes that always caught his eye on other women's feet, but she was wearing them today. They made her legs look longer, her ass higher and rounder.

She came to him, pushing her tits up against his chest and planting a big wet kiss on his mouth. It started on his mouth and took in the whole lower half of his face before it was done. He felt her heat with his body, with his hands, shimmering through the wispy lavender veil of her teddy, and he began to get very, _very_ excited.

She turned him around, pushing his ass up against the cabinet, wrapping her body around his. She wove her legs round his and humped herself sinuously up and down.

A strap fell off one shoulder, and the teddy's top dipped low, baring a full, perky-nippled tit. The nip was a little redder than usual. Trish fed it to his curious lips and Ken found the taste of body lotion. Strawberry. His favorite flavor. He sucked her nipple in, eating the sweet fruity taste from it.

"Let's go in the bedroom," Trish said in a breathy whisper. She climbed down from him, took his hand, and almost galloped away in her haste to get there. What the _hell_ had gotten into her? She dug sex, but she seemed burning for it now!

"I have some presents for you," he said, indicating the flowers, the giftwrapped boxes.

She smiled at the flowers, waved the others aside with a purry "Later, darling. _I_ have a present for you." She handed him a bag. From the drugstore at the shopping plaza. What the fuck? Ken reached inside and came out with a tube.

"K-Y?" he said, and then his face got red.

"Just in case," Trish leered. The erotic glow in her eyes overwhelmed him like a flood and she threw herself upon Ken.


They rolled in a blissful 69, feasting upon each other's organs. Ken's long fat prick slicked wetly in and out of Trish's mouth, while his tongue whipped her clit to a roaring frenzy. She pushed her wet excited snatch into his face and smothered him with the musky exudations of arousal. She masturbated his rod with trembling hands while she yummied his balls and teased her frisky tongue back into the crack of his ass.

His soulful "Ahhhhs" and the twitching of his stiffened body told her that she was doing a good job. But then, she already knew about most of this stuff! What she had in store for him was the surprise treat he had demanded.

He mouthed her to a moaning climax. His cunt-eating was always sweet, juicy, delicious to receive, but his mouth seemed driven by wild and crazy desires today. Or was she just too _too_ excited?

Trish came again, with screams and wails, her legs kicking high into the air, clad in their silk violet wrappings. One of her shoes flew off and shattered the glass of the far-wall window. "Eat me," she moaned, "oh, fucking eat me!!!"

She sat up slowly, Ken rising with her. She kissed her pussyjuice off his lips, tongue working into his mouth to taste her flavors again. She had a delicious cunt. She knew it. Kate had assured her it was true, and so had Roger, but she didn't have to be told. As she kissed him, she used both hands on his tool, stroking it, marveling at the stiffened power, the lustful energy pulsating from within him.

He really was big, and hard, and thick. Cradling his dick in her squeezing hands, she couldn't help wondering if it would be possible to get this thing up her shitter. Funny. Ken hadn't even mentioned their major topic of conversation from last time. Had he forgotten?

"Fuck me," she whispered into his mouth. "You made me come with your mouth. Now do it with your big sweet cock."

She spread for him, with her legs wide and her cunt split to show off the coral pink delights within. He mounted her and she reached down to guide his cock into her hole.

Trish was juiced and lubed and ready, thanks to the soulful pussy eating he had already given her. "Jesus!!!" she warbled as his cock stabbed into her hot moist heat.

She writhed a long moment, pinned beneath him, and then she began to fuck her body up to meet Ken's, swallowing and milking his tool inside her dripping-wet snatch.

It was a sweet, hot, athletic fuck. First he rode her, driving cock down deep into her cunt, and then she shimmied onto the top, bouncing hard and fast as she engulfed his prick between velvety-smooth, slipperyslick cuntal walls. The more he fucked her, the tighter her cunt seemed to grow, melting around his cock like fresh taffy.

There was a sudden rattling sound. "What's that?" Ken asked thickly from beneath Trish. She shook her head.

"Dunno," she replied, slithering her snatch down over the length of his shaft and grinding herself nastily, wetly, sexily against his groin until their crotchhairs were almost knotted together. Trish glanced at the walk-in wardrobe and shook her head again. Not fucking yet! she radioed with her mindwaves. Not fucking yet, you whore!!!

She came again, ecstatically, riding his cock. This was her second climax of the session, and either of them meant more to Tricia than any and all of the wild crazy comes she'd had at the Green Parrot the other night. But that had been a part and parcel of her education. She didn't regret an instant of it.

"Oh, it's so gooood," she moaned, slumping down atop Ken. "But don't you remember what you said before you left? What you were going to do to me when you got home?"

He blushed. "Maybe I was a little carried away," he said.

She handed him the K-Y. "Get me ready," she purred.

He rubbed the oil onto her anal opening. Very delicately he pushed a glob of it into the puckered pit of her shithole. "Are you sure about this?" he asked for the hundredth time. "Are you really sure?"

"I'm sure," she replied for the hundredth time. "Now will you grease up my goddamn asshole and then fuck the living shit outta me?"


She was provocatively placed, naked on her tits and knees, her fine firm ass sticking up. Her legs were spraddled so that her cunt showed open and her puckered asshole winked insouciantly at him while he navigated behind her. His cock was so hard it hurt, and it shone with a coating of Tricia's drool and the K-Y she had smeared onto his length.

It was really going to happen! And _she_ was the one demanding it now, not him! Ken looked up and thought, Thanks, God!

Trish moaned as his prick began to make entry. She wasn't exactly a novice at assfucking now, but Ken's big cock was still special and it was about to penetrate her butt for the very first time.

She held her breath as he poked into her assring. The muscles stretched -not without a little whimper and murmur of their own -and his knob moved inside her, millimeter by millimeter.

"I heard that noise again," Ken said. "Maybe we should call the exterminators. Jesus, I hope we don't have mice or anything ... "

"Shut up and fuck me," Tricia countered.

He was the biggest she'd ever had up her backdoor, and he hurt just a little going in, but it was a delicious kind of hurt and one that she could get used to, very very easily! All it required was a lot of practise, and she intended to give him _plenty_ of that!

He got half his tool into her, and her anus seemed to lock shut around him. "Ahhhh..." Trish groaned, eager to have him but somehow unable to take it. "Bust me open," she added in a husky growl. "Oh, Ken, fuck meeee!!!"

He drew back and slipped her the meat again, and this time he went a little deeper. He looked down in awe at the sight of his rod buried inside Tricia's tight shitter. The feeling of being inside her was totally indescribable. Nothing in Roger's locker room yarns had prepared him for the greasy heat that enfolded his tool.

He stroked her tense pale buttocks, then slid his hands beneath to caress the dripping gash of Tricia's cunt. He found her clit swollen and slippery, as big as a peanut, and he worked it with his fingers until her body seemed to open and the rest of his hard cock plunged into her forbidden hiney.

"Oh, God, it's in me!" she whispered, covering his hand with her own. "Now fuck me, Ken! Mmmm, yes, fuck me!!!"

He began to pound in and out of her. He knew he was being a little too rough, but he couldn't help himself. The sweetness of her ass was like a drug. His cock was so hard it would probably never go soft again, and his balls groaned under the load of the cum cargo they were producing for this fuck. God, she was hot, for her first time up the ass!

"What the hell _is_ that noise?" he muttered. "It sounds like a goddamn _rat_ in the woodwork."

The closet door pushed open. Ken almost lost his hard-on when Kate Parker emerged, her face glowing, her body bare except for her midwinter tan. "Not exactly a rat," she said, coming to the bed and sitting down. "Well?" she added, laying her hand on Tricia's shoulder, "I thought this lady told you to fuck her!"

Tricia blushed. "Kate helped me get ready for this," she explained. "And I thought the least I could do was let her watch."

"Jesus, this is embarrassing!" Ken said, his cock still buried deep inside Tricia's rectum. "I mean, I knew you guys were friends, but this seems a little much ... "

"We're not guys," Kate said, taking one of Ken's hands and putting it on her nearest tit. "See? Guys don't have these ... "

Tricia felt very excited as she watched Ken's hand test the shape and firmness of Kate's boob. The nipple hardened under his fingers and Kate closed her eyes, sighing and purring as Ken pulled the brown tab longer, stiffer still.

She and Kate had talked about it, and of course she'd agreed that when the time came, sharing was only natural and only fair. Hadn't Kate shared Roger with Trish? Turnabout and all that shit ...

Kate came closer, and she slinked an arm around Ken's waist. Her tits brushed his body and her mouth found his. As he kissed Kate, Ken started to fuck and pound his cock into his wife's asshole. Trish shrieked but she wasn't at all unhappy, not even when Ken went down on Kate's titties and made loud sucking noises as he fed on the firm tanned mounds. The more he sucked, the harder he fucked!

"Are you sure you haven't done this before?" Ken asked, starting to get a little suspicious about the ease with which his rod slid deep into his wife's shitter.

"Kate helped me," Trish explained. She didn't see the need to go any further into the details for now. Later she'd tell Ken some of it. Maybe not the part about the Green Parrot, of course ...

The three of them tangled into a heap of flesh. Ken's rod was shoving in and out of Trish's aroused shithole. Kate was down on her side, feeding pussy to Tricia and getting her own licks in at Tricia's cunt and asshole. She nipped Ken's balls while he fucked Trish, her tongue tracing filigrees of lacy arousal up and down the thrusting length of his shaft.

The cock bit deep into Tricia. "Oh, you fucker, you're gonna make me come!!!" she moaned, the words half muffled by the pussy that dominated her face and mouth. Kate's tongue expanded on Tricia's clit, and the fires of lust exploded within the blonde's double-teamed body.

She screamed as orgasm blasted through her. Ken pumped cock into her anus till she couldn't stand another stroke and she begged him to take the fucker out, to let her rest for a moment, please, God, please ...

"In me," Kate said, grabbing the dick as soon as it emerged from Tricia's rectum. She was chin-rested on Tricia's cunt, and she fed the cock straight into her mouth, sucking it like a leech.

Ken fucked her mouth for eight or ten strokes, while she drooled and gasped along the length of his meat. He looked down at Trish, who was panting as she watched her husband get blown by her best friend.

"Fuck her," Tricia commanded. "Let me see you fuck her."

Kate's eyes lit up sensuously, and she demouthed Ken's prick. She went onto her back, knees lifted, and she took him atop her, her hands guiding his tool into her waiting wet slice.

"Yesssss!!!" she howled as he bit her with his pussy-poker, his long meat fully buried inside her, his knob tapping at her womb's mouth.

Trish grabbed her cunt with both hands, massaging it lewdly as she watched her husband fucking Kate. It was such a hot, horny thrill! Now she knew how Kate must have felt, watching Trish get it from Roger. Mmmm, there were endless possibilities ahead!

She wondered if Ken would get as excited watching his pretty wife doing it with Kate's husband. She wondered if Ken would consider doing a double on her with Roger. The thought of having both those cocks in her at the same time made Trish's pussy slobber and drool, and she rubbed the juice onto her hard hot clit.

Ken kept looking at her, as if he still wasn't sure she approved. She nodded eagerly, sliding her fingers in and out of her aroused cunt. "Yes, fuck her," she said throatily. "Fuck her hard and fast and deep! Mmm, Ken, why don't you try it in her ass? She likes it there as much as I do..."

Thirty seconds later, Kate proved it beyond cavil. She lowered herself onto Ken's lap and his prick slid without a hitch into the eager lustfulness of her anus. She rocked up and down atop him, ass-eating his dick stroke after stroke.

Trish was behind her, massaging Kate's titties, demanding kiss after kiss from both Kate and Ken. She fed a tit to each of them and allowed them to suck her, and she even burrowed down into the cockpit to get her mouth on Kate's swollen clitoris.

When Kate climaxed, so did Tricia. It was a spontaneous reaction, almost kinetic in its energy. Kate slid backward, her ass disengaging from Ken's cock, and the two women fell upon the stiff aching tool with their hands and mouths.

They fed it back and forth, Trish sucking it, then Kate, then Trish again. It didn't matter to them that this prick had fucked both their assholes, that it was slimy with their shit and funky with the juices of their hot cunts, too. They weren't lapping anything they hadn't already tasted. Their mouths met above the tip of the cock, and they kissed in a wet, tonguey, showoff style, swapping spit like dykes.

"You sluts," Ken moaned, "you gorgeous sexy sluts!" He pushed his prick up into their kiss and they turned from each other's lips to the pulsating point of his erection. Still, he wasn't sure he wanted to kiss either of _them_ any time soon!

When he exploded, they took it full in their faces and open mouths. They milked him with their hands, their lips, and they sucked the squirted-out cum from each other's faces and tongues. And when they had drained him, they stretched out beside him on the bed, one on either side of Ken, their excited nipples rubbing teases onto his body, their wet pussies caressing his thighs.

"Well," Trish said, her hand cradling the soft, cum-sticky gristle of his cock. "You wanted me to loosen up. How do you think I'm doing so far?"

"Is there more than this?" Ken asked in awe, unable to believe what his simple request for some ass had led to so far.

Trish giggled, and so did Kate. "Yes," said Tricia, "I think there is going to be more. A lot more. Now how about getting this thing hard and giving me a _real_ assfucking, Ken? I've got a few tricks that are gonna make your balls cry like a baby ... "

"I can hardly wait!" he told her. That made two of them. Counting Kate, three. Tricia undulated her hot ass and bent down to take Ken's cock into her mouth for some resurrection sucking. Her ass ached to feel the majestic thrust of that prick, banging once again into her.

He rose imperiously inside her mouth and she sighed around the erected length of his tool. She glanced at Kate, her smile enhanced by the bloated cock that punctuated it.

Good show, Tricia! Kate signaled with her eyes.

Bet your ass! Trish thought, and then it was time to put her own ass on the line once more. No better place for it to be! As far as she was concerned, what had begun as a shitty situation had turned to gold. And it would only get better -for all of them.

THE END