seeping from his already well-slicked dick-tip.
He pushed, and saw her crapper bend inward from the pressure. She moaned, and he saw her fucked asshole wink, saw the tip of his cock gain entrance to her rear. The feeling of his cock-head being pinched by her rubbery ring brought his balls to the boiling point. Stiffening his rock-rigid prick with his hand, he slowly fucked his cock into her. He watched as his cock-head spread her brown bud wider and wider.
Kim whimpered. 'Oh, my God!' she whined. 'It's so big! More, give me more!'
Max gave her more. He would have given her more whether she had asked for it or not. He pushed against her and watched his purple knob bulge from the pressure. He had over half of it up her rear, and now it went in easier. He felt her shit-ring stroking his cock, and his balls tensed.
Kim was stretching her legs again, tearing herself in two, trying to open her crotch wider. Her tits shivered and quivered as lust tremors rocked her straining body. Her chest rose and fell jerkily as his cock drove into her ass a fraction of an inch at a time.
Max saw her winkie swallow his cock-head and stopped for a moment, let her rubbery ring adjust to his big cock. Then, his path well-greased with shortening, he slowly drove into her ass, split her buns with his shaft. The hot, tight, greasy feel of her crapper almost set him off.
'Oh, my God! My God! My God!' Kim sighed raggedly. 'Feels like I have a telephone pole inside.'
'You like it, baby?' Max asked, trying to distract himself so he wouldn't cum.
'I love it, Max,' Kim answered. 'I really, really love it.'
Max leaned forward, hooked his arms around her gaping thighs and braced his palms on the table. He hung over her. He was able to see her pussy, her heavy, heating breasts, her lust-ravaged face. He drew his cock out of her shitty rear, and stroked it back in. The friction against his nerves almost set him off. It made the load of jism in his gut bubble and boil impatiently.
He pistoned his cock in and out, in and out. Every stoke added more cum to the monumental load he was already carrying for her. Every thrust made his balls knot and his prostate pound. He was on the razor edge of cumming. He felt as if a knot at the base of his cock was keeping his semen in check.
Kim groaned as his cock pistoned in her butt. She was limp beneath him, but limp in a different way from the way she used to be. This limpness was one of pure carnal overload, while before it had been from frigidity.
Max couldn't hold it back any longer. The load of semen in his groin erupted, threatened to shred his brain with pleasure. He felt his cock spouting in her rear like a firehose. It couldn't have, of course, but he could have sworn that the first gout of cum would have filled a gallon jug. The succeeding shots were only slightly smaller. He shot gallon after gallon of cream into her spasming, shit-loaded tail. His ass knotted into a tighter and tighter cramp.
By the time he finished draining his lust, he felt exhausted. He felt withered and drained as his last offering dribbled into Kim's butt. It was only then that he noticed the fading flush on Kim's belly and boobs. He pulled back and his dick slithered from her asshole on a mad mingling of melted shortening and cum. He was already shrunken and rubbery – he had lost his hard-on all at once.
There was a marvelous ache of satisfaction in his groin as he sank down on a chair and faced his wife's ass. Her bung was sealed again, had closed like a rose bud. The only sign of what it had taken was a slight flush that hadn't been there before, and a shining coating of cum and grease. A single pearly strand of jizz dangled down from her rear.
'How are you doing, baby?' he asked, not getting up.
'Oh, Max, I can't believe it,' she sighed. 'Did I take the whole thing?'
'The whole thing, baby,' he assured her.
'Oh, Max,' Kim sighed.
'Know what I'm going to do, baby?' Max asked.
'What?'
'I'm going to get a timer for the camera so I can take pictures of the two of us.'
Kim quivered. 'You… don't have to do that.'
'Oh?'
Kim gulped loudly. 'If you should happen to show the album to Bob and Eva – not that I want you to, of course – but if you should, I bet one of them would take pictures of us if you asked them to.'
Max thought of having Bob and Eva watch as he took Kim, bound and helpless, and his insides began to churn once again. And to hell if Kim didn't want him to show the other couple the pictures. She was practically begging him to do just that.
'You may have a good idea there, baby,' Max agreed. 'Cheaper than buying a timer, that's for sure.' He began to untie his wife.
'I don't want you to do it,' Kim lied as he helped her up. 'But, since I'm your slave if you want to do it I can't stop you.'
'That's right, baby,' he agreed. He escorted her to the shower and joined her under the streaming hot spray. He stood and savored the sensuous pleasure of having her carefully lather him from head to toe. He thought of the evening with Bob and Eva. Fortunately, his prick would be recovered by then.
CHAPTER FIVE
Max couldn't help eyeing Eva Kendall with a certain amount of desire. As he lounged back in his recliner while Kim waited on them, he studied Eva. A funny longing feeling was forming deep in his gut.
The woman was a candidate for hot looks. And, Max knew that under those clothes was a fine body. His gaze moved from the tailored, satin blouse to the trim black slacks that hugged her hips.
'Thinking of old times?' Bob asked, startling Max and making him flush.
'Oh, Bob, you're terrible!' Eva scolded her husband.
'Sorry,' Max apologized.
'What's terrible?' Kim asked, coming into the room with a fray of drinks.
'Bob,' Eva answered, reaching for a glass. 'What'd he do?' Kim asked innocently.
'Read my mind,' Max answered.
'More like your pants,' Bob chuckled.
'Bob!' Eva exclaimed.
'Hell, honey, I don't mind knowing that you and Max were lovers once,' Bob snorted. 'I got you in the end. Obviously the better man won.'
'Says who!' Kim erupted in defense of her master.
'Mr. Modesty over there,' Eva snorted derisively.
Max laughed. 'Love the way your wife backs you up, Bob.'
'I'm not going to get in the middle of his argument,' Eva said hastily. 'Whatever I say I'll either wind up with my husband divorcing me, or my host tossing me out.'
Max eyed his former lover over the rim of his glass and compared her with his blonde wife. Eva was a beauty. Her creamy pale skin offset her straight jet-black hair. It was as thick and glossy as any shampoo model could ask for, though she modeled only sporadically now. It framed a graceful oval face and slender neck.
Max wondered if she wore a bra these days. Back when he had known her, she hadn't needed to, and he doubted, somehow, that she did now.
'Maybe what we need is another opinion,' Bob said.
'How would we get one?' Kim asked, settling on the floor at Max's right.
'Well, Eva could testify as to who's the bettor man,' Bob noted. 'But she won't, because she's chicklet.'
'Smart,' Eva countered quickly, brushing her hair back off her shoulder.
'Chicken,' Bob repeated. 'Now if I were to have a little time with Kim, she could confirm my superiority over her husband.'
When the laughter died down, Max smiled. 'And just what makes you think I would loan you my wife?'
'Oh you're chicken, too, huh?' Bob joked. 'Afraid to put it to the test?'
