I was dictating the final draft of my quotation to Meghana at the office when the three guys who worked for me walked into the office.
"Sir," said Ajay, a longhaired boy, in his mid-twenties who'd graduated from the Fine School of Architecture last year.
I frowned at him. It was a well-known fact that I did not like to be disturbed when I was dictating quotations.
"I hope you have a good reason to disturb me at this point of time, Ajay."
"Oh, but he has!" interrupted Uday, a sly smile on his face. He was a year senior to Ajay and was one hell of a marketing guy, which is why I had hired him. Short and stocky, one would never realize what a dynamo Uday was until one listened to his arguments.
Ravi, the third guy who was responsible for the coordination between purchase and sales during construction spilled the beans.
"It's your wedding anniversary today, sir," he broke in.
I slapped a palm against my forehead. I had totally forgotten and suddenly realized why Anita hadn't come to the office today.
Meghana was the first to wish me.
"Happy anniversary, Ashish. And do wish Anita on my behalf."
I grabbed my jacket, rising from my chair, the quotation forgotten.
"Thanks, Arum, I reckon you people deserve a break. And what better than to have a day at the office without me around here."
Arum was an acronym for my staff ? Ajay, Ravi, Uday and Meghana. It was Anita who had coined the word and they loved her for it.
The idea hit me when I was driving home.
I decided to present, what I considered to be my masterpiece, to Anita tonight on our wedding anniversary. I was sure it would make a perfect gift!
Since I was aware whom I had in mind when I had made the painting, it looked too familiar and I had almost thought about changing it. But, eventually, I resisted the temptation as it looked almost lifelike and, if I were right, she would be more interested in that piece sticking out between the sprawled out legs than the rest of the picture of the man reclining on the chair.
After the formalities that consisted of my mom performing a small ritual for her son and her daughter-in-law (basically, seating us on a couch and twirling a silver tray upon which were lighted candles) we decided to celebrate in the nearby hotel.
If she had had her way, she would have taken me straight to the bedroom and to bed. But it was only six in the evening, so I guess she had to kill time so that she wouldn't be too obvious.
We uncorked a bottle of champagne and the hotel staff congregated to wish us a happy anniversary.
"It will be one after we hit the sack and you fuck the daylights out of me," she whispered under her breath as we settled down in a dimly lit corner of the hotel.
She was looking gorgeous in a bright red sari with golden borders and a matching blouse, buttoned in front. As usual, the border was firmly tucked around her breasts and fastened to the blouse with a pin.
We went through a lot of sexual innuendo throughout the dinner. I was on a sexual high with the knowledge that I would finally be presenting her with the painting and I conjured up images of her squatting on the fake prick with mine in her mouth.
She was equally bad. When she picked up a finely sliced piece of cucumber from the salad, she said, "Now, I basically prefer a cucumber that is not sliced. I like to hold it in my hands and eat it."
"I'm luckier," I grinned, flicking my tongue over a fairly large piece of mushroom. Under the table, her toes dug into my groin.
Without her knowledge, I managed to gulp down a couple of Viagras and a couple of some herbal capsules I had bought from a local quack. I thought I was beginning to feel the effects (or maybe they were psychological, I don't know), but I could feel my prick stiffening up even more than I thought that it normally did.
So, when we were driving back at about ten in the night, we were both pretty charged up.
"Now, for some action. Remember this very day what seems to be just a few years ago when you popped my cherry?" she sidled toward me and licked my ear.
"How can I forget?" I was aware that I was sporting a bulge; in fact, I had been sporting one for quite some time now. "This time around, I have a surprise for you."
"Wow! You never gave me an idea of that," she squealed, squeezing the bulge in my trousers. "What is it?"
"That would not mean it is a surprise if I tell you now, would it?" I asked, kissing her cheek, keeping my eyes on the road. "But I'm sure you are going to like it. I promise you that. Now, just let me drive, okay? We want to go home soon, huh?"
She allowed me to drive without interruption. The champagne had given the two of us a faint, nice buzz, and she sat back on the seat, her eyes closed, perhaps, dreaming about her 'gift'.
My parents had taken in our daughter (bless them!) and we used our keys to let ourselves in and crept up the stairs to our bedroom.
As soon as I had closed the door and locked it behind me, she flung herself against me, plastering me against the wall, her mouth on mine. She pressed her body against me as our tongues dueled together.
I managed to flick on the dim night lamp as we kissed and groaned when I felt her hands fumbling with the zipper of my pants. I groped up to reach for the pin and swiftly undid it, pulling the border off her shoulders. I gasped for two reasons: one, the front of her blouse plunged down dangerously to reveal almost half of her tits and two; she had pulled my prick outside and was tugging on it.
She moaned softly as I unbuttoned the row of buttons at the front of her blouse, pushed it back over her shoulders and pulled down the tiny straps of her flimsy half-bra. Her breasts sprang free from within the confines and immediately, I took possession of them, beginning to knead them.
We remained locked up in that position for a while, me backed up against the wall, cupping her ample bosom protruding from the half open blouse and bra, and she, fondling my erect prick, caressing the shaft in gentle up and down movements. All this while, our mouths remained fused together.
We were both out of breath when she finally pulled back from my mouth. Her eyes, half closed and full of lust (I guess mine too were), she said, "The present, darling. Please, please, let me see it. Though this," she tugged at my prick, "is more than enough."
I let go of her melons and forced her hands away from my turgid prick. I switched on another light; this too was dim, but with two of them glowing in the room, there was enough light for me to unfurl my present and for her to see.
I walked to the corner of the room where I had placed the portrait, covered up by a thick cotton bed sheet. I had decided that this was the best place, because directly opposite to it and by the side of it were two large mirrors.
Dramatically, I flung the bed sheet away and stepped aside so that she could see it.
She gasped. In the dim light, I could see her mouth gaping and her eyes were wide open. As I had guessed, her eyes were drawn to the fake prick. Ah well! After all, she wasn't an artist to appreciate the finer aspects of a portrait.
"Oh my god, Ashish!" she said in a kind of a stunned voice. "That's?that's so beautiful!"
I felt ridiculously proud of my creation and watched with bated breath as she made her way slowly across the room, shrugging out of the blouse and the bra. She stopped when she was hardly a foot away from it.
She had to bend slightly, which she did. Tentatively, she reached out with one hand and gently wrapped her fist around the dildo.
So there! I had guessed right. She wanted another prick to participate and that sight aroused me further. I was painfully aware of my erection now, standing out of my trousers, as I stared at her sliding her hand up and down over the length of the dildo, her huge breasts dangling down.
"It looks so real!" she whispered, her eyes riveted on the dildo.
I walked up to her, pulling down my pants and my underwear along with it till I was naked, except for my silk shirt. I stood behind her and leaned against the back of her bent body, reaching down to hold her swinging breasts in my hands. I pressed my erect prick against the crack of her buttocks, so enticingly visible under the sari.
"This is real, baby," I told her moving my prick up and down against her buttocks.
Still staring at the dildo, she said, "Undress me, Ash. Get me naked. Now! Please, quick!"
I peeled away the layers of the sari and then the petticoat under it, sliding them down over her thighs. She was still bent over when I pulled down her panties too.
I glanced at her and realized that she was still fondling and caressing the dildo. She raised one leg and then the other to allow me to strip off the garments. She was now stark naked. I pulled out my shirt and then, rising, pressed the front of my body against her back.
My naked prick rubbed her buttocks and I slid my hands around her waist to cup her breasts.
"Oh God, Ash, put your cock in me. Now, please, don't make me wait," she breathed.
"I will," I replied, kneading her mounds, pinching her erect nipples, "only if you suck that dick."
She didn't hesitate. She had to take a step backwards so that she could bend down to get her mouth around the dildo. I craned my head to watch her tongue sneaking out of her mouth and lick the fake prick.
Almost instantaneously, my prick rose even further. My heart began to beat like a trip hammer and I realized that I was now getting just as aroused as I used to during the period immediately after our marriage.
As I pressed my prick between her legs, she reached behind her and grabbed it in her hot hand. I watched her open her mouth and dip down to take the dildo in even as she guided my prick into the wet folds of her hot pussy.
She moaned when my prick slid into her right to the hilt, and I paused, letting my balls rest against her buttocks, watching her beginning to bob her head up and down over the dildo. I could no longer stand it any more and squeezing her breasts as hard as I could, I began to pump into her. After a very, very long time, I was getting to do what I always wanted to: fast, deep and hard thrusts into her, somehow confident that I wouldn't come abruptly, neither fear that I would lose my erection.
The dildo was slightly over seven inches long. I had measured it. I also had to drill a hole an inch and a half to insert it into the portrait. These measurements were by no means on the smaller side.
Yet, Anita was managing to stuff the entire length and width of it inside her mouth whenever I would thrust my prick inside her pussy. She no longer had to work her head to and fro; my rapid thrusts ensured that she didn't have to.
With her left hand, she held on to the fake balls and with her right, she fondled mine. Her hot pussy was snapping away at me, like a tight sheath expanding and contracting around my shaft. My prick felt super sensitive inside her and her hand pulling and pressing my balls was driving me out of my mind. Spreading my palms as much as possible over her breasts, I squeezed with all the strength I could muster till she was whimpering and moaning ecstatically.
I bent low over her, pressing my entire body against her back as I pumped vigorously in and out of her. I was breathing hard now, aware that I was perspiring, the sweat pouring off my brow onto her back.
"Oh shit, Ann," I groaned suddenly, watching as she pulled back from the dildo and began to lick its length with her tongue.
"I'm going to come, honey, oh god, I am going to come!"
She began to thrust her buttocks back toward me, urging me to spend inside her. I clutched her melons, threw back my head and closed my eyes. I could feel my semen boiling up inside my balls, and then, suddenly, the juice began to spurt in what seemed to me like endless torrents into her pussy.
I continued to pound her till I knew that she had milked me dry.
I looked down, opening my eyes and watched her still sucking on the dildo. Suddenly, I realized that I wanted to come once again.
I pulled her away from the fake prick and spun her around. She looked at me in astonishment.
"Suck my cock, honey, make me come again," I rasped out.
Her eyes sparkled and she smiled as she slid down on her knees. She leaned forward and licked the tip of my prick with the tip of her tongue.
"Wait," I said, pulling away. "I got a better idea."
She remained kneeling there as I quickly walked to the bed and grabbed a couple of pillows.
"Kneel on these so you can suck my cock and fuck that dick," I told her.
She looked delightedly at me as I arranged the pillows on the floor. She shuffled forward to rest her knees on them. This way, the height was just right for her.
"Get that dick inside your cunt first," I said, feeling more excited than I ever had before.
"That's so hot, Ash," she replied. She lifted her buttocks, her back to the portrait, reached below her to open the petals of her pussy and gradually lowered herself, impaling the dildo inside her pussy.
"Now," she whimpered, "come over here and let me suck you."
I stood in front of her, my prick dangling over her face. She opened her mouth wide, grabbed the base of my prick with one hand and quickly engulfed me. It was sensational!
I watched our reflection in the mirror. She was bouncing up and down over the dildo, sucking on my prick, her long hair flying up when she came down and plastering against her cheeks when she raised herself up. She was putting a lot of tongue into play, so that my prick was glistening, mixed as it was now with both, her juices and her saliva.
Amazing, but I got hard in next to no time. I held the back of her head as I gradually increased the pace of the movement of my hips. To and fro, to and fro, I pumped into her mouth. She began to apply more suction now, making like a vacuum cleaner.
Her movements on the dildo picked up pace too. Her breasts bobbed and jiggled as she slammed on fake prick. The portrait, as I knew it would, held its position. The faceless man was enjoying a hell of a ride!
She pulled her face away from my prick and looked up at me, her eyes wide with lust.
"Oh God, Ash, oh god, oh god, I'm cumming?I'm cumming?"
She slammed back and forth on the dildo, rotating her hips in furious circular motions; then, she suddenly sank down on it, going rigid.
"Ooohh?ugghhh?omigod?I'm ? I ? am cumming?"
She grabbed my prick, furiously pumping it to and fro, desperately trying to make me come with her. It was futile, I guess. I had a long way to go. I had come just a few moments ago, and I felt triumphant that I had made her climax before I had. It had been quite a long time since this had happened.
She stretched back on the portrait, the dildo still buried inside her pussy as she continued to masturbate my prick. Watching her like that, I looked up at the portrait and suddenly imagined what it would be like if the man I had in mind when I painted him would actually be there.
The pillows beneath her knees were, as I said of just the right height. So, as she leaned back, the dildo inside her pussy, I pulled my prick away from her hands.
She looked up at me in surprise. "What's it?"
"I want to fuck your boobs now," I told her, shuffling forward to lay my prick between her melons.
"Oh, I would love that," she replied, pushing her breasts together to wrap my prick in the cleavage there.
I pushed my prick deeper in the valley between her breasts and began to slide it in and out. She helped me by moving along with me and by crushing her melons together; she created the right friction for my shaft to slide between them.
I remembered the day she had made me do this for the first time; after I had oiled her up thoroughly with the pheromone. That slickness was missing today, so I pulled out and pushed my prick back to her mouth.
"Make it wet baby," I told her and she complied, taking me in her mouth and flooding it with her saliva.
I pulled out again, and then knelt down on the floor. While she held her breasts together, I leaned forward and licked the cleavage. I paid no attention to the nipples; I merely licked and lapped the expansive valley until it was dripping with my saliva.
I rapidly got to my feet again and inserted my shaft between her mounds.
"Oh, yes, darling, fuck my tits, oh yes, like that, darling, faster, baby, fuck them faster and harder," she moaned.
I gripped her to me by her shoulders and began to really sock it to her. My hips started to piston to and fro like they had gone crazy. I glanced down and watched my prick moving between those enormous boobs.
The sight of my prick sliding between her melons finally succeeded in inflaming me and carrying me to the point of no return.
"Oh yes, honey, I'm going to come, oh yessss?"
"Come, darling, come on my tits, give them your juice, honey, come, spurt over me," she said.
I jammed forward, watching the tip of my prick poke out from between the top of her breasts and shuddering, I let go.
The sperm shot out, hitting her under her chin, and then I drew back, as she held the base of my prick, directing it right on top of her mounds. The juice splattered over her flesh and she moaned as if in approval.
I was truly amazed at the amount of jism I had produced. Apart from her chin, her breasts got completely wet and when she took me in her mouth, I was still coming.
It took a long time for my prick to stop spitting out the goods and when the flow finally did stop, she kept sucking it.
I drew back only when I was certain that there was nothing left. For now.
I looked up again at the portrait, recalled the guy whom it represented and winked at the headless picture.
******
I guess the portrait changed the way of our life.
Anita became more and more animated and I got the will to do it more and more to her. Getting an erection was no longer a problem for me neither was maintaining it.
And by god! She really invented a hell of a lot of positions and scenarios for us. In the beginning, she would mount the dildo, her back to the portrait and bouncing up and down over it, would lean to take my prick in her mouth. Depending upon how I was feeling, I would ejaculate either in her mouth, over her tits or on her face. At times, I would bend down and spray my come right over her pussy, which at that time would be impaled by the dildo.
The first variation she came up with was lowering her self on the dildo, facing the portrait. This way, her head would peek out from behind the portrait where the real head should have been. It looked bizarre, I suppose; like the man was sprawled on the chair with his head turned around at three hundred and sixty degrees. Only, that head did not belong to any man. It was my wife's. I would then stand behind the portrait and fed my prick into her mouth. Of course, during these activities, I always needed to watch the dildo going in and out of her pussy; that was the reason I was lasting so long and our coupling had vastly improved.
Then there was the time that she had managed to place the portrait on the bed by arranging a couple of pillows beneath it at the right places. She had covered it up with a blanket.
"Look, Ash, our lover!" she had announced when I had walked into the bedroom, pulling back the blanket. The fake prick, pointing at the ceiling looked doubly enormous. She had made me lie next to it in a way that it seemed I was going to go in the sixty-nine with it; only, she assumed the position, slamming her pussy so that it was inside her pussy, lying on top of it and then turning her head so that she could gobble up my prick.
Thus began our affair with Headless. As I had expected, Anita became obsessed with it. Very often, I had walked up into the bedroom to find her playing with the dildo. She would be either caressing it, bouncing up and down over it or sucking on it. Once, I came up to find her lying on the bed, the portrait on top of her, and she was moving it up and down over her writhing pussy. The inevitable did happen. Though it was almost a month later. I guess the novelty was wearing off for her; not for me, because the sight of her lovely lips locked around it, or her pussy stuffed with it, always sent the blood racing to my prick, arousing me and forcing me to join.
"From where did you get it, Ash?" she asked one day, just after having finished a marathon with it.
"Does it matter?" I realized that Vera, her airhostess friend had not yet spoken to her.
She considered my question, gently milking my soft prick in her fist. "I guess it really doesn't. But all the same, I would love to know"
That's what I liked about her. She was very open and transparent. And that's why I never really wanted to hide the fact.
"Guess who?" I asked her, tugging on her breasts with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other.
She didn't hesitate. It was almost as if she knew. "Vera?"
"She told you!" I said accusingly.
She laughed. "Darling, she doesn't have to. Only Vera could do this. I mean you wouldn't dare ask any of your friends going abroad to get one, would you? Anyway, it's lovely. But what I like even better is the portrait and the idea of making one like that. Reclining on a chair, feet on the floor and that big cock jutting out from between his legs; that's awesome, huh?"
I agreed, relieved that she wasn't upset.
"The posture of Headless looks familiar," she muttered, her brow knit up, as if she was deep in concentration.
"Is it?" I asked, my heart hammering, suddenly afraid that she would take another guess and turn out the right answer.
"It does. Anyone I know?"
I felt my chest constricting. I knew that this was not the time.
"Come on Ann. Skip it. If you think it resembles anyone, just let me know, ok? And you know how the mind works. At least mine does that way. I get inspired by a fusion of characters that I have come across in my life."
Thankfully, she let it go at that and I heaved a sigh of relief.
And then, one day, when I was driving from work in the afternoon, my cell phone rang. It was Ann.
"Hey darling! Do you know where the Society Inn is?"
"That's the one in the suburbs, right?"
"Right."
"So?"
"I want you to come here."
"You mean you are at the Inn?"
"Suite 606. Be there quickly. I've a surprise."
She hung up. I was surprised. It was two in the afternoon and I just had lunch with Meghana, my steno, because Ann was busy on some outdoor work.
It took me almost half an hour to get there. I enquired with the reception about how to get to the suite and took the elevator. I got off on the sixth floor and walked along the almost deserted corridor, the clicking of my shoes muffled by the plush carpet beneath my feet.
I leaned on the doorbell, suddenly realizing that maybe Ann was up to one of her tricks of making it in a motel pretty much the same way she had decided to make it with me at the office.
Much to my chagrin, I found that I didn't feel any twitching in my groin as I had felt that day at the office when she had called me over to her studio. The damned portrait!
I was stunned when Vera, my wife's best airhostess friend opened the door. To say that I was stunned would be an understatement. It totally shocked the hell out of me and I could feel my head spinning.
I hadn't seen Vera for a considerable period of time; in fact, the last time I saw her was at my wedding. Added to that, I realized that she was wearing some kind of a uniform; it wasn't the uniform of an airhostess. Rather, except for the absence of the cap, the uniform made her look like a nurse.
"What the hell?" I spluttered. I was rooted to the spot, still leaning against the doorframe.
"Hi, handsome," she greeted me with a sultry smile. I recall having mentioned before that Vera was a very curvaceous girl. And she was very good looking too. Ann had told me, albeit, subtly, about her various affairs with members of both the sexes.
Despite the fact that she was a couple of years older than my wife, she had maintained herself very well indeed. She was wearing a white skirt that reached to her mid-thigh and the white blouse that was tucked into it was low necked enough for me to make out the top of her rounded breasts. Her raven hair was cut in a sort of a pageboy cut (they looked tousled now, as though she had forgotten to comb them) and it suited her oval face, highlighting her pert nose, the full lips and her arched eyebrows. Her eyes, like Ann's were almond shaped, wide and innocent, with just a trace of gray.
She had very long legs, perfectly shaped below her tiny waist. She was in many ways the opposite of my wife if one discounted the fact that her breasts were as large and as firm as Anita's. She wasn't married, nor had she given birth to any kid (as far as I knew), so it was only natural that her breasts were firmer than Ann's were.
"Come on, in. Or are you just going to stand there?" She turned around, the skirt billowing out as she did so. "And lock that door behind you."
As I locked the door, I realized that I had gone back on my earlier promise. I had told her that I would let her know the purpose of the dildo that she had sent to me soon after I presented it to Ann. In the excitement that had followed (and was still existing) I guess I had completely forgotten.
I felt hot under the collar. After all, here was a woman from whom I had asked a dildo. I felt a blush spread over my face.
"W-where's Ann?" I stammered.
The suite had a sit out-cum-TV room at the entrance. A couple of sofas, a low divan and three chairs were spread in a circle around a rectangular desk. A door to the far left led into the main room.
She laughed gaily and pushed the door open. "She's right here."
I followed her to the room, instinctively locking the latch behind me. What sent a chill up my spine was the sight of Ann, lying languorously on one side of the king size double bed. She was dressed in a black mini skirt, and since she had bent her knees, I could clearly see that she wasn't wearing any panties beneath the skirt. A halter barely held her breasts together, in fact, the material strained against the weight of her melons. Her long brown hair, though tied into a ponytail, looked as tousled as Vera's. She had a wide smile on her face.
The curtains of were drawn down and a pair of overhead tube lights illuminated the room.
And resting against the wall, behind the bed and opposite the dressing table, was my headless man!
"Jeeze!" I exclaimed. "What in hell is going on here? And why is this here?" I gestured to Mr. Headless.
Before Ann could say anything, Vera interjected, "Come on, Ash. First, you don't tell me what that surprise was for. Secondly, I couldn't go to your place; your parents would never stop following me around. You know how curious they are about what it's like outside the country. And lastly, I just had to know. It's fantastic, Ash! A masterpiece if I ever saw one."
She sat on the edge of the bed; scant inches away from Ann. Ann had folded her arms across her chest. They lay just below her breasts and this had an effect of sort of lifting them up.
"How the hell did you manage to get it here?"
"We wrapped it up in a large blanket and told the receptionist that it was a statute we had bought at the gallery," Vera answered.
I looked around and spotted a chair. I pulled it toward the bed and sank down on it, crossing my knees. Now, I was beginning to get hard. The portrait always managed to give me an erection, though I admit that right now it wasn't as spontaneous or as hard as before. Getting used to participating with it and Ann, I guessed!
"It's really fantastic, Ash," Vera was staring at the portrait.
"Thanks," I stammered, glancing at Headless. My eyes drifted down to where Ann lay on the bed. My eyes drifted down, further down, traveling over the length of her body and then to the dressing table. The opposite reflection of Headless and the two girls stared at them from the mirror.
I suddenly noticed that Vera had one hand caressing my wife's knee and the other trailing along her arm. I immediately cottoned on to what lay in store. Anita had mentioned to me about Vera's lesbian tendencies commenting about her being "AC / DC" that meant she went both ways. I suppose that explained their tousled hair; apparently, they had been necking. I felt my mouth going dry and my heart doing flip flops. Was I indeed going to witness what I had secretly desired to when I was a callous youth?
"Anita was just telling me how much fun you both have with Headless" Vera murmured.
I blushed, my eyes looking into Ann's eyes. I noticed the sparkle in my wife's eyes.
"I envy the two of you," Vera continued, her hand now climbing higher over Ann's knees. Ann parted her knees further, the skirt went higher up her thighs and I could clearly see her naked pussy twinkling between her legs.
Vera leaned down and gently kissed Anita on her mouth; a little peck, nothing like I had thought it would be. She straightened up and looked at me, smiling.
"In fact, I think I deserve a sort of a gift. A quid pro quo."
"Gift?" I managed to croak, watching Vera's hand slide up my wife's arm and across her shoulders till it slid down and gently cupped Ann's right tit. Ann sighed and covered her friend's hand with one of her own, looking into my eyes, a small smile playing on her lips.
Vera, very deliberately, carried her hand till it was way up Ann's thighs and entered into her skirt. From where I was sitting and the way Anita reacted by emitting a moan, Vera had put her palm right over my wife's crotch and was squeezing it.
"Yes," smiled Vera. "A gift. Maybe then I could forgive you for not keeping your promise."
I ran my tongue over my upper lip in an effort to make it wet. I glanced at Vera, noticed that she was staring at her own hand that had disappeared inside my wife's skirt and then looked at her other hand.
Brazenly, I thought, Vera slid that hand right inside the halter that Ann wore, from the top, so that she could now fondle my wife's tit.
"What kind of a gift?" I muttered, not wanting to disturb her, willing her to go on and make it with Ann.
And go on, she did. As Ann threw back her head, moaning, Vera deftly unsnapped the strings of my wife's halter, exposing both her breasts.
"Ahh!" sighed Vera, now cupping the naked right mound and beginning to knead it. "Your tit is so soft and warm!"
Ann, understandably, couldn't stand the tension anymore than I could. But, being, so far, the active participant, she could arch her body up and off the bed. Her hands reached down to the hem of her mini skirt and she flung it up over her body till it was lying, bunched up at her midriff.
"And," Vera continued to whisper softly, cupping my wife's naked crotch, "your pussy is so hot and wet!"
I watched from the chair as the curvaceous airhostess fondled and rubbed my wife's breasts and pussy. She leaned down and this time the kiss wasn't a mere pecking of lips. I could clearly see their mouths opening and by the way that Vera's cheek bulged, I knew my wife had thrust her tongue inside her friend's mouth.
I felt my prick rising inside my trousers and I uncrossed my knees to let it get some space that it so badly needed. Ann lifted her buttocks upward and I saw that Vera had inserted one finger in my wife's pussy. At the same time she was kneading the breast too.
It was an extremely erotic sight. One woman, half naked, her breasts and pussy exposed, lying on the bed, moaning in ecstasy as another fully dressed woman fondled the first's breast and pussy. Add to it that the two were kissing each other ferociously, sucking tongues, licking lips.
Vera drew back and suddenly glanced at me, as if she noticed my presence for the first time. She smiled, her tongue snaking out and wetting her lips. Ann was lost in her own world as her friend kneaded her breast and slid her finger in and out of her pussy. My wife was clutching the bedspread. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was also breathing heavily through her half open mouth.
"As I was saying, Ash," Vera's voice sounded hoarse. "Quid pro quo. I want to watch the two of you with your Headless."
I gaped at her, not believing what I had just heard. A part of my mind was willing Ann to go right ahead and undress Vera; I just had to see those magnificent curves. She was slightly bent over my wife and was facing me. I could see the deep cleavage exposed at the top of her blouse, and since she was half lying on the bed (on Anita to be more precise), her frilly skirt had drawn back over her hips, exposing her long shapely legs.
Ann opened her eyes and looked into mine. She was flushed and breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling with the exertion. She had a smile on her lips; lips that looked all puffed up and swollen. I watched her bring her knees together and trapping Vera's hand there.
Vera turned to look into her friend's eyes. "Of course, the main course will come after I've had the appetizer," here, she jiggled Ann's breast, leaned down to give it a quick suck and rose again.
I had desperately wanted to watch the two of them make it. Which man wouldn't dream of such a thing? And I wouldn't hesitate to ram my prick in Ann when we would be with Headless. The bulge between my legs became so prominent that Vera noticed it and laughed coquettishly at my predicament.
"Are you feeling horny, Ash?" she asked mischievously. "I can see that thing between your legs. Are we responsible for it?"
Ann looked at my bulge. I made no effort to hide it whatsoever. In fact, I let my legs spread apart even more, sliding down in the chair.
The initial shock had worn off and I was beginning to relax. I had certainly thought of a ménage a trois, but it was sharing Ann with another. Hence, I had created Headless. What Ann was suggesting, and if I played my cards right, I thought that maybe I'd be able to get both these lusty women, one after the other.
"Yes," I admitted, "I am feeling horny and I know that you can see this thing growing between my legs. And yes, the two of you are responsible for this."
Vera laughed gaily and Ann giggled.
"How horny, darling?" my wife asked me, speaking for the first time. I could see that she was now fondling Vera's breasts still encased in that white shirt.
Calmly, I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my trousers. Knowing that I wanted to go all the way, I lifted my buttocks off the chair and pushed my trousers and the underwear down over my hips and kicked them off to the floor. My erection sprang out and I sat back in the chair, wrapping one hand over the shaft.
"This much," I told them, jerking my shaft slowly. "And when the two of you go further, this is going to grow."
"Dirty old man!" Vera giggled, rising up from the bed and standing on the thick carpet. She stretched one hand to Anita who willingly took it.
"Come on, Ann," she cooed, sinking on to the carpeted floor. She tugged at Ann's hand until she too was on her knees. I watched the two women kneel on the carpet, facing each other.
Vera was still in her clothes. Their arms went around each other's shoulders and they kissed. As they began tonguing each other, Ann finally began to push Vera's blouse up until the tiny bra was exposed to the eye. I caught my breath. God! Vera had even larger breasts than Anita, I thought, staring at her voluptuous melons straining against the material of the bra.
Vera's hands slid down until she was holding my wife's mounds in her palms, kneading and caressing them.
"You have such lovely tits," Vera remarked, pulling away her mouth and staring at Ann's breasts that she was presently mauling.
Ann was unhooking her friend's bra. When it was open, Vera shrugged her shoulders allowing the bra to fall over her arms and onto the floor.
Ann now took those magnificent melons in her hands. "Mine sag a bit; yours are so much firmer and so much bigger than mine."
"Touch them like that, Ann, oh yes, fondle them. Oh! Yes! That feels so good!"
I was truly amazed when I saw Vera's naked breasts. If Ann's breasts had freaked me out, Vera's converted me into an absolute breast man.
They were perhaps two sizes larger than Ann's and defied gravity. They stood up in spite of their size and their apparent weight. Her nipples, now erect, were a deep pink and so were the areola around them. Unconsciously, I began to jerk my shaft faster, my eyes fastened on Vera's breasts, imagining my hands on them, my lips licking them and finally sucking on them.
They kissed again, this time around Ann opening her mouth to allow Vera to push her tongue inside. As Ann began to suck on her friend's tongue, I watched their nipples dueling thrillingly with other and I could only imagine the feeling of burning breast tip against burning breast tip.
Their hands moved down between each other's legs, Vera directly cupping Ann's pussy with one palm, while Ann pushed up Vera's skirt. My wife's hand disappeared inside Vera's skirt and Vera wriggled, apparently to allow Ann to push her hand inside the panties.
Knowing that Ann was stroking her friend's pussy, and not being able to see it, was an extreme turn on for me.
"Wait!" commanded Vera. She drew back, unzipped her skirt, and sitting on the floor, lifted her legs to push it down.
My eyes bugged because she was wearing no panties. Her neatly trimmed bush was totally exposed when she spread her knees slightly.
"Ooohh!!!" squealed Ann, "you naughty girl! You aren't wearing anything under!" Though, I guess, that was for my benefit because she'd already had copped a feel there.
Vera laughed. "I didn't plan to. Here, now touch my cunt and rub it."
They went back to kissing again, stroking each other's pussies.
Gingerly, I rose from the chair and walked over to the bed so that I could be closer to them. As I lowered myself on the edge of the bed, Vera glanced at my cock appreciatively.
Ann drew back and began to lick Vera's lips. I mean, she literally licked the lips till they were wet with saliva.
She bent her head further down, her lips trailing down over Vera's throat. When Ann's mouth closed over one breast, Vera sighed.
"Ahh, that's so good! Oh yes, honey, suck my tits, oh yes, like that, oh yes, harder honey!"
Ann did that, abruptly shifting to the other breast and repeating the procedure all over again.
By now, Vera was working two of her fingers in and out of Ann's pussy. Ann, while fondling her friend's breast, had slid her other hand down to rub the woman's pussy lips.
I merely watched, jerking my shaft up and down. Oozes of pre-cum had moistened my prick and my fist slid over the shaft easily.
And then Vera was sprawled out on the floor, her head resting against the edge of the bed and legs spread wide apart. Ann's head disappeared between them and Vera let out a scream when she felt my wife's tongue licking up and down the pussy lips.
"Oh god, Ann, oh yes, lick my cunt, oh yes, rub my clit like that, oh god, yes, yes, shove that finger inside, don't stop licking, baby!"
And Ann complied. Two fingers sliding in and out furiously in Vera's pussy, she sucked and lapped at her pussy.
I could take it no more, I guess. Glancing at Headless, as if to draw inspiration, I shuffled closer to where Vera's head rested.
I had to half turn on the bed and when my prick touched Vera's neck, I gasped with pleasure. I rubbed the glans on the flesh between her shoulders and her neck, and then, raised myself up till I was able to rub it across her cheek and her ear.
She opened her eyes and glanced at my dick. She twisted her head to her left and bent it sideways so that my prick was trapped between her ear and shoulder.
Ann was still busy licking Vera's pussy so she couldn't see that I was sliding my prick to and fro between her friends ear and shoulder. I never had realized before that such a cavity could exist in a woman where my prick would feel so sensitive, moving to and fro as it was doing now.
"Stand in front of me, lover and fuck my face," Vera murmured.
Ann suddenly looked up and when she saw what I was doing, she smiled slowly. I knew that they had planned this together and I guess that my wife felt triumphant that she had won the game so easily.
Fact is, even if I hadn't been too keen on this, it was I who had won the game. I suppose that there's no man in the world (at least a real man) who doesn't dream of making it with two women simultaneously, just as I believe that there's no woman who does not dream of having been had by two men at the same time.
So Ann went back to sucking her friend's pussy, sliding one of her hand down to rub her own pussy while I rose from the bed.
I arranged myself in front of the sexy airhostess, planting my feet on the floor on either side of her legs. She looked into my eyes and opened her mouth in anticipation.
I decided to surprise her. No loving and sexy licks and sucking of the glans, I thought, and holding the base of my shaft in my hand, I shoved forward, plunging my prick right down deep inside her mouth.
She gagged, her eyes widening with surprise. Instinctively, her lips closed around my shaft even as I felt the tip entering her throat.
And then, leaning down to grab those magnificent melons in my hands, I began to plunge in and out of her mouth.
She made a strange noise in her mouth and I turned my head around to see that Ann was sliding her tongue inside Vera's pussy. Maybe she wanted to moan but couldn't because my prick was firmly lodged inside her throat.
I was again impressed with myself that I was able to hold out so long, especially, when Vera cried out (in a strangled voice, I should say) and went rigid as a statue, almost biting my prick off. Her nails raked my buttocks and she pulled me deeper towards her.
She had climaxed! I guess she had been pretty tensed up and feeling super horny, for I had seldom seen Ann coming so quickly.
She had encircled Ann's face with her legs too so she had the two of us pressed to her vitals: one, against her pussy and the other in her mouth.
I continued shoving my prick in and out of her mouth even as she sort of slumped down, apparently exhausted with the force of her orgasm.
Finally, she forced my hips away. "Now," she whimpered weakly. "I want the two of you do it with Headless."
Ann drew back and I turned to look at her. She gave me a smile and as she rose, I watched her getting rid of whatever clothes that still remained on her body.
Fully naked, she walked over to Headless and straddled the dildo, her back to the portrait. She bit her lip and moaned as she lowered herself on the fake prick. She placed her hands on her knees, which she had spread wide apart and when the dildo impaled her, she paused.
"Come on, darling," she rasped out to me.
I was still standing over Vera, holding my prick in my hands. The woman gave my prick a quick suck. I knew that I had erected completely now - the portrait never failed to do that to me.
I walked unsteadily to her watching our reflections in the mirrors. The moment I stood in front of her, she reached out for my prick with her hands and pulled me to her.
I grunted when she slid my shaft completely inside her mouth. As she applied her trademark suction on the shaft, I did what I always liked to do in these situations: grab hold of her melons.
Ann began to bounce up and down on the dildo, the movement helping her mouth to slide up and down my throbbing shaft. In the mirror, I saw her legs spreading wider and then I noticed Vera crawling towards us.
Ann moaned around my shaft when Vera, kneeling between my wife's legs, dipped her head down and opened her mouth on the pussy that was now being shafted thoroughly by Headless.
Faster and faster we went till I thought that the room was spinning around me. I felt Vera's hands fondling my balls and Ann kneading her friend's boobs.
It was a strange foursome. Three of us real and one fake, yet, I couldn't tell that it was a fake. Headless seemed to have a life of its own, and even as it lay lifeless and unmoving against the wall, it was the sole reason for egging us on to our climaxes.
Even now, I was managing to hold my orgasm, waiting for Ann to come first. When she rammed my prick right into her throat and held it there, I knew she was coming.
That was as much as I could take.
"Oh shit," I yelled, pumping into my wife's mouth, "I am coming!"
When I felt the seed race up from my balls, Ann pulled away.
"Come on my face, honey, come on my face!"
I stepped back and held the base of my prick in one hand, jacking off with the other. I saw Vera hurriedly rising up from the floor and placing her face next to Ann's.
Through bleary eyes I watched my juice shoot out of my aching prick. It arced across the space in front, splashing Ann right on her nose. I swung around directing the flow to Vera. She kept her mouth open and I shot a jet right inside her.
And then I lost control. Wildly, I swung to the left and then to the right, splashing the two faces with gobs of semen, delighting the way it began to dribble down their skin, down, down over their breasts and their bellies.
As I staggered back, I glanced at Headless. Last time around, I had winked at him.
This time, I swear, the headless bastard was winking at me.
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"Sir," said Ajay, a longhaired boy, in his mid-twenties who'd graduated from the Fine School of Architecture last year.
I frowned at him. It was a well-known fact that I did not like to be disturbed when I was dictating quotations.
"I hope you have a good reason to disturb me at this point of time, Ajay."
"Oh, but he has!" interrupted Uday, a sly smile on his face. He was a year senior to Ajay and was one hell of a marketing guy, which is why I had hired him. Short and stocky, one would never realize what a dynamo Uday was until one listened to his arguments.
Ravi, the third guy who was responsible for the coordination between purchase and sales during construction spilled the beans.
"It's your wedding anniversary today, sir," he broke in.
I slapped a palm against my forehead. I had totally forgotten and suddenly realized why Anita hadn't come to the office today.
Meghana was the first to wish me.
"Happy anniversary, Ashish. And do wish Anita on my behalf."
I grabbed my jacket, rising from my chair, the quotation forgotten.
"Thanks, Arum, I reckon you people deserve a break. And what better than to have a day at the office without me around here."
Arum was an acronym for my staff ? Ajay, Ravi, Uday and Meghana. It was Anita who had coined the word and they loved her for it.
The idea hit me when I was driving home.
I decided to present, what I considered to be my masterpiece, to Anita tonight on our wedding anniversary. I was sure it would make a perfect gift!
Since I was aware whom I had in mind when I had made the painting, it looked too familiar and I had almost thought about changing it. But, eventually, I resisted the temptation as it looked almost lifelike and, if I were right, she would be more interested in that piece sticking out between the sprawled out legs than the rest of the picture of the man reclining on the chair.
After the formalities that consisted of my mom performing a small ritual for her son and her daughter-in-law (basically, seating us on a couch and twirling a silver tray upon which were lighted candles) we decided to celebrate in the nearby hotel.
If she had had her way, she would have taken me straight to the bedroom and to bed. But it was only six in the evening, so I guess she had to kill time so that she wouldn't be too obvious.
We uncorked a bottle of champagne and the hotel staff congregated to wish us a happy anniversary.
"It will be one after we hit the sack and you fuck the daylights out of me," she whispered under her breath as we settled down in a dimly lit corner of the hotel.
She was looking gorgeous in a bright red sari with golden borders and a matching blouse, buttoned in front. As usual, the border was firmly tucked around her breasts and fastened to the blouse with a pin.
We went through a lot of sexual innuendo throughout the dinner. I was on a sexual high with the knowledge that I would finally be presenting her with the painting and I conjured up images of her squatting on the fake prick with mine in her mouth.
She was equally bad. When she picked up a finely sliced piece of cucumber from the salad, she said, "Now, I basically prefer a cucumber that is not sliced. I like to hold it in my hands and eat it."
"I'm luckier," I grinned, flicking my tongue over a fairly large piece of mushroom. Under the table, her toes dug into my groin.
Without her knowledge, I managed to gulp down a couple of Viagras and a couple of some herbal capsules I had bought from a local quack. I thought I was beginning to feel the effects (or maybe they were psychological, I don't know), but I could feel my prick stiffening up even more than I thought that it normally did.
So, when we were driving back at about ten in the night, we were both pretty charged up.
"Now, for some action. Remember this very day what seems to be just a few years ago when you popped my cherry?" she sidled toward me and licked my ear.
"How can I forget?" I was aware that I was sporting a bulge; in fact, I had been sporting one for quite some time now. "This time around, I have a surprise for you."
"Wow! You never gave me an idea of that," she squealed, squeezing the bulge in my trousers. "What is it?"
"That would not mean it is a surprise if I tell you now, would it?" I asked, kissing her cheek, keeping my eyes on the road. "But I'm sure you are going to like it. I promise you that. Now, just let me drive, okay? We want to go home soon, huh?"
She allowed me to drive without interruption. The champagne had given the two of us a faint, nice buzz, and she sat back on the seat, her eyes closed, perhaps, dreaming about her 'gift'.
My parents had taken in our daughter (bless them!) and we used our keys to let ourselves in and crept up the stairs to our bedroom.
As soon as I had closed the door and locked it behind me, she flung herself against me, plastering me against the wall, her mouth on mine. She pressed her body against me as our tongues dueled together.
I managed to flick on the dim night lamp as we kissed and groaned when I felt her hands fumbling with the zipper of my pants. I groped up to reach for the pin and swiftly undid it, pulling the border off her shoulders. I gasped for two reasons: one, the front of her blouse plunged down dangerously to reveal almost half of her tits and two; she had pulled my prick outside and was tugging on it.
She moaned softly as I unbuttoned the row of buttons at the front of her blouse, pushed it back over her shoulders and pulled down the tiny straps of her flimsy half-bra. Her breasts sprang free from within the confines and immediately, I took possession of them, beginning to knead them.
We remained locked up in that position for a while, me backed up against the wall, cupping her ample bosom protruding from the half open blouse and bra, and she, fondling my erect prick, caressing the shaft in gentle up and down movements. All this while, our mouths remained fused together.
We were both out of breath when she finally pulled back from my mouth. Her eyes, half closed and full of lust (I guess mine too were), she said, "The present, darling. Please, please, let me see it. Though this," she tugged at my prick, "is more than enough."
I let go of her melons and forced her hands away from my turgid prick. I switched on another light; this too was dim, but with two of them glowing in the room, there was enough light for me to unfurl my present and for her to see.
I walked to the corner of the room where I had placed the portrait, covered up by a thick cotton bed sheet. I had decided that this was the best place, because directly opposite to it and by the side of it were two large mirrors.
Dramatically, I flung the bed sheet away and stepped aside so that she could see it.
She gasped. In the dim light, I could see her mouth gaping and her eyes were wide open. As I had guessed, her eyes were drawn to the fake prick. Ah well! After all, she wasn't an artist to appreciate the finer aspects of a portrait.
"Oh my god, Ashish!" she said in a kind of a stunned voice. "That's?that's so beautiful!"
I felt ridiculously proud of my creation and watched with bated breath as she made her way slowly across the room, shrugging out of the blouse and the bra. She stopped when she was hardly a foot away from it.
She had to bend slightly, which she did. Tentatively, she reached out with one hand and gently wrapped her fist around the dildo.
So there! I had guessed right. She wanted another prick to participate and that sight aroused me further. I was painfully aware of my erection now, standing out of my trousers, as I stared at her sliding her hand up and down over the length of the dildo, her huge breasts dangling down.
"It looks so real!" she whispered, her eyes riveted on the dildo.
I walked up to her, pulling down my pants and my underwear along with it till I was naked, except for my silk shirt. I stood behind her and leaned against the back of her bent body, reaching down to hold her swinging breasts in my hands. I pressed my erect prick against the crack of her buttocks, so enticingly visible under the sari.
"This is real, baby," I told her moving my prick up and down against her buttocks.
Still staring at the dildo, she said, "Undress me, Ash. Get me naked. Now! Please, quick!"
I peeled away the layers of the sari and then the petticoat under it, sliding them down over her thighs. She was still bent over when I pulled down her panties too.
I glanced at her and realized that she was still fondling and caressing the dildo. She raised one leg and then the other to allow me to strip off the garments. She was now stark naked. I pulled out my shirt and then, rising, pressed the front of my body against her back.
My naked prick rubbed her buttocks and I slid my hands around her waist to cup her breasts.
"Oh God, Ash, put your cock in me. Now, please, don't make me wait," she breathed.
"I will," I replied, kneading her mounds, pinching her erect nipples, "only if you suck that dick."
She didn't hesitate. She had to take a step backwards so that she could bend down to get her mouth around the dildo. I craned my head to watch her tongue sneaking out of her mouth and lick the fake prick.
Almost instantaneously, my prick rose even further. My heart began to beat like a trip hammer and I realized that I was now getting just as aroused as I used to during the period immediately after our marriage.
As I pressed my prick between her legs, she reached behind her and grabbed it in her hot hand. I watched her open her mouth and dip down to take the dildo in even as she guided my prick into the wet folds of her hot pussy.
She moaned when my prick slid into her right to the hilt, and I paused, letting my balls rest against her buttocks, watching her beginning to bob her head up and down over the dildo. I could no longer stand it any more and squeezing her breasts as hard as I could, I began to pump into her. After a very, very long time, I was getting to do what I always wanted to: fast, deep and hard thrusts into her, somehow confident that I wouldn't come abruptly, neither fear that I would lose my erection.
The dildo was slightly over seven inches long. I had measured it. I also had to drill a hole an inch and a half to insert it into the portrait. These measurements were by no means on the smaller side.
Yet, Anita was managing to stuff the entire length and width of it inside her mouth whenever I would thrust my prick inside her pussy. She no longer had to work her head to and fro; my rapid thrusts ensured that she didn't have to.
With her left hand, she held on to the fake balls and with her right, she fondled mine. Her hot pussy was snapping away at me, like a tight sheath expanding and contracting around my shaft. My prick felt super sensitive inside her and her hand pulling and pressing my balls was driving me out of my mind. Spreading my palms as much as possible over her breasts, I squeezed with all the strength I could muster till she was whimpering and moaning ecstatically.
I bent low over her, pressing my entire body against her back as I pumped vigorously in and out of her. I was breathing hard now, aware that I was perspiring, the sweat pouring off my brow onto her back.
"Oh shit, Ann," I groaned suddenly, watching as she pulled back from the dildo and began to lick its length with her tongue.
"I'm going to come, honey, oh god, I am going to come!"
She began to thrust her buttocks back toward me, urging me to spend inside her. I clutched her melons, threw back my head and closed my eyes. I could feel my semen boiling up inside my balls, and then, suddenly, the juice began to spurt in what seemed to me like endless torrents into her pussy.
I continued to pound her till I knew that she had milked me dry.
I looked down, opening my eyes and watched her still sucking on the dildo. Suddenly, I realized that I wanted to come once again.
I pulled her away from the fake prick and spun her around. She looked at me in astonishment.
"Suck my cock, honey, make me come again," I rasped out.
Her eyes sparkled and she smiled as she slid down on her knees. She leaned forward and licked the tip of my prick with the tip of her tongue.
"Wait," I said, pulling away. "I got a better idea."
She remained kneeling there as I quickly walked to the bed and grabbed a couple of pillows.
"Kneel on these so you can suck my cock and fuck that dick," I told her.
She looked delightedly at me as I arranged the pillows on the floor. She shuffled forward to rest her knees on them. This way, the height was just right for her.
"Get that dick inside your cunt first," I said, feeling more excited than I ever had before.
"That's so hot, Ash," she replied. She lifted her buttocks, her back to the portrait, reached below her to open the petals of her pussy and gradually lowered herself, impaling the dildo inside her pussy.
"Now," she whimpered, "come over here and let me suck you."
I stood in front of her, my prick dangling over her face. She opened her mouth wide, grabbed the base of my prick with one hand and quickly engulfed me. It was sensational!
I watched our reflection in the mirror. She was bouncing up and down over the dildo, sucking on my prick, her long hair flying up when she came down and plastering against her cheeks when she raised herself up. She was putting a lot of tongue into play, so that my prick was glistening, mixed as it was now with both, her juices and her saliva.
Amazing, but I got hard in next to no time. I held the back of her head as I gradually increased the pace of the movement of my hips. To and fro, to and fro, I pumped into her mouth. She began to apply more suction now, making like a vacuum cleaner.
Her movements on the dildo picked up pace too. Her breasts bobbed and jiggled as she slammed on fake prick. The portrait, as I knew it would, held its position. The faceless man was enjoying a hell of a ride!
She pulled her face away from my prick and looked up at me, her eyes wide with lust.
"Oh God, Ash, oh god, oh god, I'm cumming?I'm cumming?"
She slammed back and forth on the dildo, rotating her hips in furious circular motions; then, she suddenly sank down on it, going rigid.
"Ooohh?ugghhh?omigod?I'm ? I ? am cumming?"
She grabbed my prick, furiously pumping it to and fro, desperately trying to make me come with her. It was futile, I guess. I had a long way to go. I had come just a few moments ago, and I felt triumphant that I had made her climax before I had. It had been quite a long time since this had happened.
She stretched back on the portrait, the dildo still buried inside her pussy as she continued to masturbate my prick. Watching her like that, I looked up at the portrait and suddenly imagined what it would be like if the man I had in mind when I painted him would actually be there.
The pillows beneath her knees were, as I said of just the right height. So, as she leaned back, the dildo inside her pussy, I pulled my prick away from her hands.
She looked up at me in surprise. "What's it?"
"I want to fuck your boobs now," I told her, shuffling forward to lay my prick between her melons.
"Oh, I would love that," she replied, pushing her breasts together to wrap my prick in the cleavage there.
I pushed my prick deeper in the valley between her breasts and began to slide it in and out. She helped me by moving along with me and by crushing her melons together; she created the right friction for my shaft to slide between them.
I remembered the day she had made me do this for the first time; after I had oiled her up thoroughly with the pheromone. That slickness was missing today, so I pulled out and pushed my prick back to her mouth.
"Make it wet baby," I told her and she complied, taking me in her mouth and flooding it with her saliva.
I pulled out again, and then knelt down on the floor. While she held her breasts together, I leaned forward and licked the cleavage. I paid no attention to the nipples; I merely licked and lapped the expansive valley until it was dripping with my saliva.
I rapidly got to my feet again and inserted my shaft between her mounds.
"Oh, yes, darling, fuck my tits, oh yes, like that, darling, faster, baby, fuck them faster and harder," she moaned.
I gripped her to me by her shoulders and began to really sock it to her. My hips started to piston to and fro like they had gone crazy. I glanced down and watched my prick moving between those enormous boobs.
The sight of my prick sliding between her melons finally succeeded in inflaming me and carrying me to the point of no return.
"Oh yes, honey, I'm going to come, oh yessss?"
"Come, darling, come on my tits, give them your juice, honey, come, spurt over me," she said.
I jammed forward, watching the tip of my prick poke out from between the top of her breasts and shuddering, I let go.
The sperm shot out, hitting her under her chin, and then I drew back, as she held the base of my prick, directing it right on top of her mounds. The juice splattered over her flesh and she moaned as if in approval.
I was truly amazed at the amount of jism I had produced. Apart from her chin, her breasts got completely wet and when she took me in her mouth, I was still coming.
It took a long time for my prick to stop spitting out the goods and when the flow finally did stop, she kept sucking it.
I drew back only when I was certain that there was nothing left. For now.
I looked up again at the portrait, recalled the guy whom it represented and winked at the headless picture.
******
I guess the portrait changed the way of our life.
Anita became more and more animated and I got the will to do it more and more to her. Getting an erection was no longer a problem for me neither was maintaining it.
And by god! She really invented a hell of a lot of positions and scenarios for us. In the beginning, she would mount the dildo, her back to the portrait and bouncing up and down over it, would lean to take my prick in her mouth. Depending upon how I was feeling, I would ejaculate either in her mouth, over her tits or on her face. At times, I would bend down and spray my come right over her pussy, which at that time would be impaled by the dildo.
The first variation she came up with was lowering her self on the dildo, facing the portrait. This way, her head would peek out from behind the portrait where the real head should have been. It looked bizarre, I suppose; like the man was sprawled on the chair with his head turned around at three hundred and sixty degrees. Only, that head did not belong to any man. It was my wife's. I would then stand behind the portrait and fed my prick into her mouth. Of course, during these activities, I always needed to watch the dildo going in and out of her pussy; that was the reason I was lasting so long and our coupling had vastly improved.
Then there was the time that she had managed to place the portrait on the bed by arranging a couple of pillows beneath it at the right places. She had covered it up with a blanket.
"Look, Ash, our lover!" she had announced when I had walked into the bedroom, pulling back the blanket. The fake prick, pointing at the ceiling looked doubly enormous. She had made me lie next to it in a way that it seemed I was going to go in the sixty-nine with it; only, she assumed the position, slamming her pussy so that it was inside her pussy, lying on top of it and then turning her head so that she could gobble up my prick.
Thus began our affair with Headless. As I had expected, Anita became obsessed with it. Very often, I had walked up into the bedroom to find her playing with the dildo. She would be either caressing it, bouncing up and down over it or sucking on it. Once, I came up to find her lying on the bed, the portrait on top of her, and she was moving it up and down over her writhing pussy. The inevitable did happen. Though it was almost a month later. I guess the novelty was wearing off for her; not for me, because the sight of her lovely lips locked around it, or her pussy stuffed with it, always sent the blood racing to my prick, arousing me and forcing me to join.
"From where did you get it, Ash?" she asked one day, just after having finished a marathon with it.
"Does it matter?" I realized that Vera, her airhostess friend had not yet spoken to her.
She considered my question, gently milking my soft prick in her fist. "I guess it really doesn't. But all the same, I would love to know"
That's what I liked about her. She was very open and transparent. And that's why I never really wanted to hide the fact.
"Guess who?" I asked her, tugging on her breasts with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other.
She didn't hesitate. It was almost as if she knew. "Vera?"
"She told you!" I said accusingly.
She laughed. "Darling, she doesn't have to. Only Vera could do this. I mean you wouldn't dare ask any of your friends going abroad to get one, would you? Anyway, it's lovely. But what I like even better is the portrait and the idea of making one like that. Reclining on a chair, feet on the floor and that big cock jutting out from between his legs; that's awesome, huh?"
I agreed, relieved that she wasn't upset.
"The posture of Headless looks familiar," she muttered, her brow knit up, as if she was deep in concentration.
"Is it?" I asked, my heart hammering, suddenly afraid that she would take another guess and turn out the right answer.
"It does. Anyone I know?"
I felt my chest constricting. I knew that this was not the time.
"Come on Ann. Skip it. If you think it resembles anyone, just let me know, ok? And you know how the mind works. At least mine does that way. I get inspired by a fusion of characters that I have come across in my life."
Thankfully, she let it go at that and I heaved a sigh of relief.
And then, one day, when I was driving from work in the afternoon, my cell phone rang. It was Ann.
"Hey darling! Do you know where the Society Inn is?"
"That's the one in the suburbs, right?"
"Right."
"So?"
"I want you to come here."
"You mean you are at the Inn?"
"Suite 606. Be there quickly. I've a surprise."
She hung up. I was surprised. It was two in the afternoon and I just had lunch with Meghana, my steno, because Ann was busy on some outdoor work.
It took me almost half an hour to get there. I enquired with the reception about how to get to the suite and took the elevator. I got off on the sixth floor and walked along the almost deserted corridor, the clicking of my shoes muffled by the plush carpet beneath my feet.
I leaned on the doorbell, suddenly realizing that maybe Ann was up to one of her tricks of making it in a motel pretty much the same way she had decided to make it with me at the office.
Much to my chagrin, I found that I didn't feel any twitching in my groin as I had felt that day at the office when she had called me over to her studio. The damned portrait!
I was stunned when Vera, my wife's best airhostess friend opened the door. To say that I was stunned would be an understatement. It totally shocked the hell out of me and I could feel my head spinning.
I hadn't seen Vera for a considerable period of time; in fact, the last time I saw her was at my wedding. Added to that, I realized that she was wearing some kind of a uniform; it wasn't the uniform of an airhostess. Rather, except for the absence of the cap, the uniform made her look like a nurse.
"What the hell?" I spluttered. I was rooted to the spot, still leaning against the doorframe.
"Hi, handsome," she greeted me with a sultry smile. I recall having mentioned before that Vera was a very curvaceous girl. And she was very good looking too. Ann had told me, albeit, subtly, about her various affairs with members of both the sexes.
Despite the fact that she was a couple of years older than my wife, she had maintained herself very well indeed. She was wearing a white skirt that reached to her mid-thigh and the white blouse that was tucked into it was low necked enough for me to make out the top of her rounded breasts. Her raven hair was cut in a sort of a pageboy cut (they looked tousled now, as though she had forgotten to comb them) and it suited her oval face, highlighting her pert nose, the full lips and her arched eyebrows. Her eyes, like Ann's were almond shaped, wide and innocent, with just a trace of gray.
She had very long legs, perfectly shaped below her tiny waist. She was in many ways the opposite of my wife if one discounted the fact that her breasts were as large and as firm as Anita's. She wasn't married, nor had she given birth to any kid (as far as I knew), so it was only natural that her breasts were firmer than Ann's were.
"Come on, in. Or are you just going to stand there?" She turned around, the skirt billowing out as she did so. "And lock that door behind you."
As I locked the door, I realized that I had gone back on my earlier promise. I had told her that I would let her know the purpose of the dildo that she had sent to me soon after I presented it to Ann. In the excitement that had followed (and was still existing) I guess I had completely forgotten.
I felt hot under the collar. After all, here was a woman from whom I had asked a dildo. I felt a blush spread over my face.
"W-where's Ann?" I stammered.
The suite had a sit out-cum-TV room at the entrance. A couple of sofas, a low divan and three chairs were spread in a circle around a rectangular desk. A door to the far left led into the main room.
She laughed gaily and pushed the door open. "She's right here."
I followed her to the room, instinctively locking the latch behind me. What sent a chill up my spine was the sight of Ann, lying languorously on one side of the king size double bed. She was dressed in a black mini skirt, and since she had bent her knees, I could clearly see that she wasn't wearing any panties beneath the skirt. A halter barely held her breasts together, in fact, the material strained against the weight of her melons. Her long brown hair, though tied into a ponytail, looked as tousled as Vera's. She had a wide smile on her face.
The curtains of were drawn down and a pair of overhead tube lights illuminated the room.
And resting against the wall, behind the bed and opposite the dressing table, was my headless man!
"Jeeze!" I exclaimed. "What in hell is going on here? And why is this here?" I gestured to Mr. Headless.
Before Ann could say anything, Vera interjected, "Come on, Ash. First, you don't tell me what that surprise was for. Secondly, I couldn't go to your place; your parents would never stop following me around. You know how curious they are about what it's like outside the country. And lastly, I just had to know. It's fantastic, Ash! A masterpiece if I ever saw one."
She sat on the edge of the bed; scant inches away from Ann. Ann had folded her arms across her chest. They lay just below her breasts and this had an effect of sort of lifting them up.
"How the hell did you manage to get it here?"
"We wrapped it up in a large blanket and told the receptionist that it was a statute we had bought at the gallery," Vera answered.
I looked around and spotted a chair. I pulled it toward the bed and sank down on it, crossing my knees. Now, I was beginning to get hard. The portrait always managed to give me an erection, though I admit that right now it wasn't as spontaneous or as hard as before. Getting used to participating with it and Ann, I guessed!
"It's really fantastic, Ash," Vera was staring at the portrait.
"Thanks," I stammered, glancing at Headless. My eyes drifted down to where Ann lay on the bed. My eyes drifted down, further down, traveling over the length of her body and then to the dressing table. The opposite reflection of Headless and the two girls stared at them from the mirror.
I suddenly noticed that Vera had one hand caressing my wife's knee and the other trailing along her arm. I immediately cottoned on to what lay in store. Anita had mentioned to me about Vera's lesbian tendencies commenting about her being "AC / DC" that meant she went both ways. I suppose that explained their tousled hair; apparently, they had been necking. I felt my mouth going dry and my heart doing flip flops. Was I indeed going to witness what I had secretly desired to when I was a callous youth?
"Anita was just telling me how much fun you both have with Headless" Vera murmured.
I blushed, my eyes looking into Ann's eyes. I noticed the sparkle in my wife's eyes.
"I envy the two of you," Vera continued, her hand now climbing higher over Ann's knees. Ann parted her knees further, the skirt went higher up her thighs and I could clearly see her naked pussy twinkling between her legs.
Vera leaned down and gently kissed Anita on her mouth; a little peck, nothing like I had thought it would be. She straightened up and looked at me, smiling.
"In fact, I think I deserve a sort of a gift. A quid pro quo."
"Gift?" I managed to croak, watching Vera's hand slide up my wife's arm and across her shoulders till it slid down and gently cupped Ann's right tit. Ann sighed and covered her friend's hand with one of her own, looking into my eyes, a small smile playing on her lips.
Vera, very deliberately, carried her hand till it was way up Ann's thighs and entered into her skirt. From where I was sitting and the way Anita reacted by emitting a moan, Vera had put her palm right over my wife's crotch and was squeezing it.
"Yes," smiled Vera. "A gift. Maybe then I could forgive you for not keeping your promise."
I ran my tongue over my upper lip in an effort to make it wet. I glanced at Vera, noticed that she was staring at her own hand that had disappeared inside my wife's skirt and then looked at her other hand.
Brazenly, I thought, Vera slid that hand right inside the halter that Ann wore, from the top, so that she could now fondle my wife's tit.
"What kind of a gift?" I muttered, not wanting to disturb her, willing her to go on and make it with Ann.
And go on, she did. As Ann threw back her head, moaning, Vera deftly unsnapped the strings of my wife's halter, exposing both her breasts.
"Ahh!" sighed Vera, now cupping the naked right mound and beginning to knead it. "Your tit is so soft and warm!"
Ann, understandably, couldn't stand the tension anymore than I could. But, being, so far, the active participant, she could arch her body up and off the bed. Her hands reached down to the hem of her mini skirt and she flung it up over her body till it was lying, bunched up at her midriff.
"And," Vera continued to whisper softly, cupping my wife's naked crotch, "your pussy is so hot and wet!"
I watched from the chair as the curvaceous airhostess fondled and rubbed my wife's breasts and pussy. She leaned down and this time the kiss wasn't a mere pecking of lips. I could clearly see their mouths opening and by the way that Vera's cheek bulged, I knew my wife had thrust her tongue inside her friend's mouth.
I felt my prick rising inside my trousers and I uncrossed my knees to let it get some space that it so badly needed. Ann lifted her buttocks upward and I saw that Vera had inserted one finger in my wife's pussy. At the same time she was kneading the breast too.
It was an extremely erotic sight. One woman, half naked, her breasts and pussy exposed, lying on the bed, moaning in ecstasy as another fully dressed woman fondled the first's breast and pussy. Add to it that the two were kissing each other ferociously, sucking tongues, licking lips.
Vera drew back and suddenly glanced at me, as if she noticed my presence for the first time. She smiled, her tongue snaking out and wetting her lips. Ann was lost in her own world as her friend kneaded her breast and slid her finger in and out of her pussy. My wife was clutching the bedspread. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was also breathing heavily through her half open mouth.
"As I was saying, Ash," Vera's voice sounded hoarse. "Quid pro quo. I want to watch the two of you with your Headless."
I gaped at her, not believing what I had just heard. A part of my mind was willing Ann to go right ahead and undress Vera; I just had to see those magnificent curves. She was slightly bent over my wife and was facing me. I could see the deep cleavage exposed at the top of her blouse, and since she was half lying on the bed (on Anita to be more precise), her frilly skirt had drawn back over her hips, exposing her long shapely legs.
Ann opened her eyes and looked into mine. She was flushed and breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling with the exertion. She had a smile on her lips; lips that looked all puffed up and swollen. I watched her bring her knees together and trapping Vera's hand there.
Vera turned to look into her friend's eyes. "Of course, the main course will come after I've had the appetizer," here, she jiggled Ann's breast, leaned down to give it a quick suck and rose again.
I had desperately wanted to watch the two of them make it. Which man wouldn't dream of such a thing? And I wouldn't hesitate to ram my prick in Ann when we would be with Headless. The bulge between my legs became so prominent that Vera noticed it and laughed coquettishly at my predicament.
"Are you feeling horny, Ash?" she asked mischievously. "I can see that thing between your legs. Are we responsible for it?"
Ann looked at my bulge. I made no effort to hide it whatsoever. In fact, I let my legs spread apart even more, sliding down in the chair.
The initial shock had worn off and I was beginning to relax. I had certainly thought of a ménage a trois, but it was sharing Ann with another. Hence, I had created Headless. What Ann was suggesting, and if I played my cards right, I thought that maybe I'd be able to get both these lusty women, one after the other.
"Yes," I admitted, "I am feeling horny and I know that you can see this thing growing between my legs. And yes, the two of you are responsible for this."
Vera laughed gaily and Ann giggled.
"How horny, darling?" my wife asked me, speaking for the first time. I could see that she was now fondling Vera's breasts still encased in that white shirt.
Calmly, I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my trousers. Knowing that I wanted to go all the way, I lifted my buttocks off the chair and pushed my trousers and the underwear down over my hips and kicked them off to the floor. My erection sprang out and I sat back in the chair, wrapping one hand over the shaft.
"This much," I told them, jerking my shaft slowly. "And when the two of you go further, this is going to grow."
"Dirty old man!" Vera giggled, rising up from the bed and standing on the thick carpet. She stretched one hand to Anita who willingly took it.
"Come on, Ann," she cooed, sinking on to the carpeted floor. She tugged at Ann's hand until she too was on her knees. I watched the two women kneel on the carpet, facing each other.
Vera was still in her clothes. Their arms went around each other's shoulders and they kissed. As they began tonguing each other, Ann finally began to push Vera's blouse up until the tiny bra was exposed to the eye. I caught my breath. God! Vera had even larger breasts than Anita, I thought, staring at her voluptuous melons straining against the material of the bra.
Vera's hands slid down until she was holding my wife's mounds in her palms, kneading and caressing them.
"You have such lovely tits," Vera remarked, pulling away her mouth and staring at Ann's breasts that she was presently mauling.
Ann was unhooking her friend's bra. When it was open, Vera shrugged her shoulders allowing the bra to fall over her arms and onto the floor.
Ann now took those magnificent melons in her hands. "Mine sag a bit; yours are so much firmer and so much bigger than mine."
"Touch them like that, Ann, oh yes, fondle them. Oh! Yes! That feels so good!"
I was truly amazed when I saw Vera's naked breasts. If Ann's breasts had freaked me out, Vera's converted me into an absolute breast man.
They were perhaps two sizes larger than Ann's and defied gravity. They stood up in spite of their size and their apparent weight. Her nipples, now erect, were a deep pink and so were the areola around them. Unconsciously, I began to jerk my shaft faster, my eyes fastened on Vera's breasts, imagining my hands on them, my lips licking them and finally sucking on them.
They kissed again, this time around Ann opening her mouth to allow Vera to push her tongue inside. As Ann began to suck on her friend's tongue, I watched their nipples dueling thrillingly with other and I could only imagine the feeling of burning breast tip against burning breast tip.
Their hands moved down between each other's legs, Vera directly cupping Ann's pussy with one palm, while Ann pushed up Vera's skirt. My wife's hand disappeared inside Vera's skirt and Vera wriggled, apparently to allow Ann to push her hand inside the panties.
Knowing that Ann was stroking her friend's pussy, and not being able to see it, was an extreme turn on for me.
"Wait!" commanded Vera. She drew back, unzipped her skirt, and sitting on the floor, lifted her legs to push it down.
My eyes bugged because she was wearing no panties. Her neatly trimmed bush was totally exposed when she spread her knees slightly.
"Ooohh!!!" squealed Ann, "you naughty girl! You aren't wearing anything under!" Though, I guess, that was for my benefit because she'd already had copped a feel there.
Vera laughed. "I didn't plan to. Here, now touch my cunt and rub it."
They went back to kissing again, stroking each other's pussies.
Gingerly, I rose from the chair and walked over to the bed so that I could be closer to them. As I lowered myself on the edge of the bed, Vera glanced at my cock appreciatively.
Ann drew back and began to lick Vera's lips. I mean, she literally licked the lips till they were wet with saliva.
She bent her head further down, her lips trailing down over Vera's throat. When Ann's mouth closed over one breast, Vera sighed.
"Ahh, that's so good! Oh yes, honey, suck my tits, oh yes, like that, oh yes, harder honey!"
Ann did that, abruptly shifting to the other breast and repeating the procedure all over again.
By now, Vera was working two of her fingers in and out of Ann's pussy. Ann, while fondling her friend's breast, had slid her other hand down to rub the woman's pussy lips.
I merely watched, jerking my shaft up and down. Oozes of pre-cum had moistened my prick and my fist slid over the shaft easily.
And then Vera was sprawled out on the floor, her head resting against the edge of the bed and legs spread wide apart. Ann's head disappeared between them and Vera let out a scream when she felt my wife's tongue licking up and down the pussy lips.
"Oh god, Ann, oh yes, lick my cunt, oh yes, rub my clit like that, oh god, yes, yes, shove that finger inside, don't stop licking, baby!"
And Ann complied. Two fingers sliding in and out furiously in Vera's pussy, she sucked and lapped at her pussy.
I could take it no more, I guess. Glancing at Headless, as if to draw inspiration, I shuffled closer to where Vera's head rested.
I had to half turn on the bed and when my prick touched Vera's neck, I gasped with pleasure. I rubbed the glans on the flesh between her shoulders and her neck, and then, raised myself up till I was able to rub it across her cheek and her ear.
She opened her eyes and glanced at my dick. She twisted her head to her left and bent it sideways so that my prick was trapped between her ear and shoulder.
Ann was still busy licking Vera's pussy so she couldn't see that I was sliding my prick to and fro between her friends ear and shoulder. I never had realized before that such a cavity could exist in a woman where my prick would feel so sensitive, moving to and fro as it was doing now.
"Stand in front of me, lover and fuck my face," Vera murmured.
Ann suddenly looked up and when she saw what I was doing, she smiled slowly. I knew that they had planned this together and I guess that my wife felt triumphant that she had won the game so easily.
Fact is, even if I hadn't been too keen on this, it was I who had won the game. I suppose that there's no man in the world (at least a real man) who doesn't dream of making it with two women simultaneously, just as I believe that there's no woman who does not dream of having been had by two men at the same time.
So Ann went back to sucking her friend's pussy, sliding one of her hand down to rub her own pussy while I rose from the bed.
I arranged myself in front of the sexy airhostess, planting my feet on the floor on either side of her legs. She looked into my eyes and opened her mouth in anticipation.
I decided to surprise her. No loving and sexy licks and sucking of the glans, I thought, and holding the base of my shaft in my hand, I shoved forward, plunging my prick right down deep inside her mouth.
She gagged, her eyes widening with surprise. Instinctively, her lips closed around my shaft even as I felt the tip entering her throat.
And then, leaning down to grab those magnificent melons in my hands, I began to plunge in and out of her mouth.
She made a strange noise in her mouth and I turned my head around to see that Ann was sliding her tongue inside Vera's pussy. Maybe she wanted to moan but couldn't because my prick was firmly lodged inside her throat.
I was again impressed with myself that I was able to hold out so long, especially, when Vera cried out (in a strangled voice, I should say) and went rigid as a statue, almost biting my prick off. Her nails raked my buttocks and she pulled me deeper towards her.
She had climaxed! I guess she had been pretty tensed up and feeling super horny, for I had seldom seen Ann coming so quickly.
She had encircled Ann's face with her legs too so she had the two of us pressed to her vitals: one, against her pussy and the other in her mouth.
I continued shoving my prick in and out of her mouth even as she sort of slumped down, apparently exhausted with the force of her orgasm.
Finally, she forced my hips away. "Now," she whimpered weakly. "I want the two of you do it with Headless."
Ann drew back and I turned to look at her. She gave me a smile and as she rose, I watched her getting rid of whatever clothes that still remained on her body.
Fully naked, she walked over to Headless and straddled the dildo, her back to the portrait. She bit her lip and moaned as she lowered herself on the fake prick. She placed her hands on her knees, which she had spread wide apart and when the dildo impaled her, she paused.
"Come on, darling," she rasped out to me.
I was still standing over Vera, holding my prick in my hands. The woman gave my prick a quick suck. I knew that I had erected completely now - the portrait never failed to do that to me.
I walked unsteadily to her watching our reflections in the mirrors. The moment I stood in front of her, she reached out for my prick with her hands and pulled me to her.
I grunted when she slid my shaft completely inside her mouth. As she applied her trademark suction on the shaft, I did what I always liked to do in these situations: grab hold of her melons.
Ann began to bounce up and down on the dildo, the movement helping her mouth to slide up and down my throbbing shaft. In the mirror, I saw her legs spreading wider and then I noticed Vera crawling towards us.
Ann moaned around my shaft when Vera, kneeling between my wife's legs, dipped her head down and opened her mouth on the pussy that was now being shafted thoroughly by Headless.
Faster and faster we went till I thought that the room was spinning around me. I felt Vera's hands fondling my balls and Ann kneading her friend's boobs.
It was a strange foursome. Three of us real and one fake, yet, I couldn't tell that it was a fake. Headless seemed to have a life of its own, and even as it lay lifeless and unmoving against the wall, it was the sole reason for egging us on to our climaxes.
Even now, I was managing to hold my orgasm, waiting for Ann to come first. When she rammed my prick right into her throat and held it there, I knew she was coming.
That was as much as I could take.
"Oh shit," I yelled, pumping into my wife's mouth, "I am coming!"
When I felt the seed race up from my balls, Ann pulled away.
"Come on my face, honey, come on my face!"
I stepped back and held the base of my prick in one hand, jacking off with the other. I saw Vera hurriedly rising up from the floor and placing her face next to Ann's.
Through bleary eyes I watched my juice shoot out of my aching prick. It arced across the space in front, splashing Ann right on her nose. I swung around directing the flow to Vera. She kept her mouth open and I shot a jet right inside her.
And then I lost control. Wildly, I swung to the left and then to the right, splashing the two faces with gobs of semen, delighting the way it began to dribble down their skin, down, down over their breasts and their bellies.
As I staggered back, I glanced at Headless. Last time around, I had winked at him.
This time, I swear, the headless bastard was winking at me.
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