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For the Good of the Order, Part 1B
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
For the Good of the Order
Copyright 1993 Hunter Jackson
Continued from (1/3)
As I lay inert, on top of her, Shelley began to rotate her pelvis in a
pleasurable, but torturously slow manner as she recounted Dave's surprise
visit. "I was startled when I answered the doorbell and found myself
face to face with Dave," Shelley explained.
"He said that he needed to drop off a package for you. But, his
hands were empty, and he brushed past me through the door. Not wanting
to appear rude, I offered him a beverage. 'Just a glass of water, thanks,
' he said. As I filled his glass from the tap, I felt his presence
behind me. I smelled his cologne. I spun around to find him only inches
away. He placed his hand on my shoulder and told me that you were doing
an excellent job at the office, that your future was bright. Then he
took my chin in his hand, stared directly into my eyes and said 'Bob is
totally committed to the good of the order. Are you?' With that he
dropped his to the sides of my breasts and began a light stroking motion.
"I was speechless. His arrogance was beneath contempt. I wanted to
escape, but I was pressed against the counter. Before my lips could form
a polite rebuff, he kissed me and his tongue invaded my mouth. I have
never been kissed so forcefully, yet gently. As my tongue began
to respond, submissively, to this intrusion, I felt my nipples grow hard
as he manipulated them through my blouse. There was a dampness in my
crotch.
"When Dave broke the kiss, he grinned and said 'Just as I suspected,
a team player.' Without taking his eyes off mine, he unbuttoned my
blouse and unsnapped my bra. I don't know why I didn't stop him ... I
couldn't. He released my skirt and it fell to the floor. Suddenly, I
was standing in the kitchen naked, but for my panties.
"He kissed me again. As he did, he stripped out of his clothes.
When we stopped kissing and I opened my eyes, he was just in his briefs.
After everything you had told me about his dick, I couldn't help but
stare at the massive bulge between his legs. 'Pay homage to your master,
' he declared as he lowered me to my knees. My face was only a couple of
inches away as he slid his briefs down. Instantaneously, his erection
leapt out.
"God, Bob, it was even larger than you described! Of course, it was
hard when I first saw it. And you didn't lie when you said it was
beautiful.
"Impulsively, I kissed it. My tongue instinctively circled the head.
He pressed it forward and my lips parted. I strained to open my jaw
wide to accept his dick, but after only a few inches, my lips felt like
they would split. Reluctantly, he withdrew and lifted me back to
my feet.
"With a determined expression, he reached down and tore off my
panties.
Momentarily, I garnered the strength to open my eyes as Shelley's
hips swirled beneath me. On the bed, I saw Shelley's white panties, the
side ripped and the crotch still soaked through.
Shelley's legs squeezed me firmly and she continued. "Without my
underwear, reality seized ahold of me. Dave was going to try to fuck me.
He was going to try to force that gargantuan cock into my pussy!... in
our house!...Just as you might be coming through the door!
"I tried to slip by him, but Dave swept me up into his arms. The
movement was effortless and his strength was amazing. He carried me into
the bedroom. Suddenly, I felt humiliated. He was going to fuck me in
our own bed. Just as I was sure I was going to cry, I felt the heat
radiating from his dick as it pressed against the folds of my labia.
Fear overtook me. There was no way that huge cock could fit inside me.
"Motionless I laid, with my eyes shut. He didn't force it, just slow
pressure. Incredibly, something happened to my vagina. Like a flower,
it seemed to blossom and expand. The nerve endings in my pussy went wild
with sensations as the stretching increased. The pleasure was
excruciating. I have never felt such fullness as the pressure penetrated
to unexplored depths. Next, I sensed a round globe brush my
asshole and settle between my buns. It was Dave's scrotum. When I
opened my eyes and looked down between my legs, his dick had disappeared
completely!
"I was impaled! Right when he stated slow movements inside me, it
was too much. I came instantly.
"He kept right on fucking me. Pumping at an increasing speed until
his cock was coming almost totally out before pounding back in. My pussy
had a vacuum lock on his dick. I came again.
"I must have almost passed out as the blood ran to my twitching
clitoris. I can't remember how long we screwed, but by the time he was
dicking me doggy-style, I was pushing my ass back to meet each thrust.
"His cock grew even larger inside of me as he reached orgasm. I was
flooded with hot, sticky come until it flowed freely out of my
overstuffed pussy.
As Shelley neared the end of her story, she was grinding her pelvis
into me and bucking her hips wildly. The feeling of my cock floating in
the warm expanse of her pussy while the images fostered by Shelley's
monologue burned indelibly into my memory, was more than I could bear. I
exploded. My head throbbed unmercifully as I fell into the dark oblivion
of deep sleep.
I awoke disoriented, like I was hung-over. The room seemed to be
spinning as I strained to reclaim my composure. When I saw Shelley's
torn and soiled panties still lying on the bed, I recognized that had
really happened.
Shelley exited the bathroom in her robe, drying her wet hair with a
towel. Tension was immediately overwhelming. Neither of us could look
the other in the eyes. Guilt and uncertainty were obvious from Shelley's
pained expression. In turn, I felt powerless, as if my entire world had
been rearranged according to different rules. Yet, I didn't even know
what the new rules were.
"What does this mean?" I implored.
"Nothing. You know that I didn't want this to happen. I don't even
like Dave. He's self-absorbed and gruff. Dave's had his ego-inflating
conquest. I doubt that Dave will have any further interest in me now."
Turning her gaze away from me, Shelley added, "I certainly don't want
this to happen again."
"Anyway, your job is safe and," Shelley stressed, "nothing has
changed between us."
A half-hearted "okay" was all that I could muster in response. That
night, while Shelley thought I was asleep, she masturbated to a muffled
orgasm.
The next day at the office, I was consumed by anxiety. I felt out of
sync with the world. Whenever someone looked at me or whispered
something beyond my earshot, I was convinced that they knew I was a
cuckolded husband: utter paranoia.
Naturally, I did everything that I could think of to avoid Dave. But,
late in the afternoon, Dave summoned me to his office.
"Great work on that special project, Bob!" Dave declared.
Sensing my confusion, as I struggled to comprehend exactly what he
meant and how he knew how I had reacted, Dave said: "Relax. I just
called your wife to make sure that your dinner invitation for Saturday
night was still open."
Holy shit, I had forgotten!
"By the way, Bob, you've been doing such a great job here, that I
feel a promotion is warranted. Congratulations Mr. Junior Vice
President!"
Dave handed me a hefty bonus check and I walked out of his office
completely dumbfounded.
Although we didn't say anything explicitly, I knew that both Shelley
and I were apprehensive about having Dave for dinner. We busied ourselves
getting the house tidy and fixing the meal. As seven o'clock approached,
there was a look of panic in Shelley's eyes. She tried on at least four
outfits before she settled on a green dress that complemented her figure,
but was not at all provocative.
Our preoccupations came to an end with the ring of the doorbell. Dave
greeted us just as he had prior to the "special project," a buss on the
cheek for Shelley and a hardy handshake for me. Shelley reacted stiffly;
she was clearly ill-at-ease. Dave had a shopping bag in his hand that
appeared to be filled with wrapped boxes, from which he extracted a very
fine bottle of 1989 Grgich Chardonnay. Although it was probably bad
manners, I opened the wine and poured us each generous glass-fulls.
After all, we needed something to ameliorate the tension.
As the evening progressed without any mention of the events of
earlier in the week, Shelley and I both began to relax. Shelley was
probably right that Dave had lost interest following his conquest. The
meal was superb and, after the Chardonnay was gone, we switched to mixed
drinks. Conversation and alcohol flowed freely. Naturally, Dave was the
center of conversation as he related war stories and jokes. Even Shelley
seemed to warm to Dave's gregarious personality; she laughed at every
humorous tale and actually appeared to hang on his every word.
By ten o'clock, it was time to clear the table and move to the living
room. Ever the polite guest, Dave got up and helped Shelley carry the
dirty dishes into the kitchen. From my vantage point at the table, I
could see Shelley rinse the dishes in the sink. Dave reached around her
to place more dishes into the sink when he brushed against her back. I
swear that I saw Shelley close her eyes and press her ass back into
Dave's crotch. But, I couldn't be sure. I was probably just hyper-
sensitive.
As we settled into the living room, Dave collected his shopping sack
and settled into a love seat. When Shelley joined us, Dave motioned for
her to sit next to him. Smoothly, he pulled one of the
boxes out and presented it to Shelley proclaiming: "Just a little
something for the hostess with the mostess."
Shelley was obviously impressed with Dave's generosity. She quickly
removed the wrapping and peeked into the gift. Shelley's facial
expression changed instantaneously. She blushed, looked at Dave and then
me, with a pensive glance. Dave handed her the entire bag. "They're all
for you." Dave said. "Why don't you go try them on and let us see how
you look?"
Slowly, and somewhat hesitantly, Shelley got up with her presents
and walked toward our bedroom to change. Meanwhile, Dave and I picked up
our pleasant conversation from where we left off at the dinner table.
After about fifteen minutes, Shelley called from our bedroom, "Dave
are you sure about this?"
Firmly, Dave replied: "I'm sure. Come on out."
When Shelley emerged, I was taken aback. She was dressed as a bride,
with a white veil, long white gloves, a pearl choker and white high-heels.
She looked as ravishing as she did on our wedding day. Only one thing
was missing: a wedding gown. She stood there only in a thin lace bra and
string bikini panties with a white garter belt and white silk-stockings.
I don't know whether she was honestly embarrassed or just acting demure,
but she was stunningly beautiful! She had reapplied her make-up
carefully, to accentuate her lovely face.
The shock and libations left me slack-jawed. Dave proudly inspected
Shelley and asked her to walk across the living room floor and twirl
around. "Looks like I shopped well, don't you agree, Bob?"
"Uh, yeah ..." I replied inarticulately.
"Man, I have to piss like a race horse!" Dave announced, loudly.
"Tell you what Bob, why don't you start this videotape, while Shelley
directs me to the head?"
The adrenaline was racing through my body as I took the tape from
Dave and slipped it into the VCR. My thoughts were hopelessly muddled
and I obeyed his suggestion like a robotron. When I pushed the play
button, I saw the back of a blond woman who started to remove her clothes
in a seductive manner. As she shed her last garment, I noticed her well
tanned and beautiful back. In fact, I have only seen one butt that was
sexier: Shelley's. The blond turned around slowly and I recognized her
immediately as Michelle, the wife of another vice president at work named
Jim.
From behind the camera, I heard Dave's voice say: "Okay, you can
handle the camera from here on." Dave then appeared on the screen, naked
and sporting the tremendous erection that Shelley had described.
Entranced, I watched Michelle lick and suck Dave's mammoth prick. She
obviously had more experience and success than Shelley. On our 42" big
screen TV, I intently observed as Michelle straddled Dave and lowered her
blond snatch onto his tool. After acclimating her pussy to his size,
Michelle began to buck and ride Dave in a furious fashion. The cameraman
moved around to Dave's feet and got a tremendous shot of Dave's cock
stretching Michelle's opening taut. The picture panned in to a close-up
of his dick slamming in and out until they both erupted in orgasm with
Michelle's vagina brimming over with Dave's cream
I continued this video voyeurism, watching Michelle roll off Dave
onto her back. Her breasts were heaving with her accelerated gasps and
semen saturated her pubic hair. Suddenly, I saw Dave's hand reach out
and take control of the camera. The picture went askew. When the camera
had been steadied and focus returned, the image caught me by surprise.
Michelle's husband, Jim, was licking her pussy clean! He had been
operating the camera while his wife and Dave were screwing their brains
out!
All of a sudden, aberrance became the norm. The video's possible
analogy to my life was frightening. Feeling as if I might lose my
balance, I switched off the TV. Yet, the sounds of Michelle's plaintive
whimpers and moans as she fucked Dave's cock continued to reverberate in
my ears.
Only then did I realize that I was in the living room by myself. The
whimpers and moans that I thought were haunting me, actually coming from
our bedroom. God, he was fucking Shelley again...and with me just a room
away!
I didn't know what to do. I felt emasculated. I certainly didn't
want to lose my job or my wife.
Without having any particular plan in mind, I entered the bedroom to
confront them. There was Shelley on all fours with Dave's behemoth
enveloped by her sopping pussy. She still wore her gifts with the
exception of the bra and panties.
Shelley was oblivious. She appeared to be on the verge of climaxing.
Dave was masterful. He didn't merely bang his way between her puffy
folds, he manipulated his massive rod with the precision of a surgeon,
seemingly touching each pleasure spot in my wife's womb. The orgasm
shook her uncontrollably, yet Dave never succumbed. Instead, he looked
at me standing in the doorway and casually remarked, "I wondered when you
were going to join us. While Shelley's recovering, why don't you take
your clothes off and we can have a little test."
Obediently, I disrobed. My dick had been engorged since I saw
Michelle give Dave a blow job on the video. Dave got up and led me by
the arm around the side of the bed until we standing inches from
Shelley's face. So dwarfed was my erection by Dave's prodigious member,
that I felt prepubescent.
Dave looked down at my shame and smirked. Then he asked Shelley
"which dick is your favorite?" Shelley gazed up, compared her choices,
and then opened her lips as if to take me into her mouth. Just before my
cock was declared victorious by her tongue, she stared up in a nasty way.
Deliberately, and without breaking her stare, she turned to Dave and
slurped in his bulbous cockhead.
"Well, I guess we know who's the boss." Dave stated the obvious.
"You know Bob, I really think the wedding outfit is quite apropos,
don't you? After all, your skinny penis left Shelley tight as a virgin
for me. But, it's still not the same. I think I deserve to steal some
of Shelley's virginity."
Turning his question to Shelley, Dave asked "how would you like me to
fuck you in the ass?"
This was beyond the pale. Certainly, Shelley wouldn't do such a
whorish thing. As with everything that night, I was wrong. Shelley
stopped sucking just long enough to gasp: "Yes. Fuck my virgin ass."
Dave turned back to me and ordered my to get a tube of KY jelly out
of his pants' pocket and lube-up Shelley's asshole. "Do a good job, Bob.
This is going to be even a tighter fit than when I fuck Shelley's pussy.
" Shelley began to moan as I swirled the lubricant around her rectum.
She relaxed her sphincter and pushed her ass back to accept my finger
inside. After I had massaged two fingers inside, Dave pulled his manhood
from my wife's mouth and moved around behind her glistening butthole.
"You better grease this up, too" Dave said pointing to his rigid pole.
When I hesitated, I was rebuked. "Come on, Bob. If you care for
Shelley, you'll make sure this is done right." I spread the clear jell
all over Dave's erection. The sensation was incredible. It was turgid
and emanated a scorching warmth. My fingers could barely encircle the
staff. Apparently, I lingered too long in my task because Dave said
"Enough fun for you, Bob. Time for the main event."
Dave penetrated Shelley's backside ever so gently and slowly.
Shelley held her breath as his cockhead disappeared inside and was seized
by her tight muscles. Shelley's face turned red and she winced as inch
by inch was implanted into her ass. Sensing that Shelley was
uncomfortable, Dave slowed his invasion and reached around and began to
rub her clitoris with his powerful hands. Before much longer, he and
Shelley were moving in perfect synchronization.
The sight was unforgettable. The white veil, elbow length gloves and
silk stockings held in place by a lace garter belt, rendered this nasty
scene, beautiful. Dave began paraphrasing wedding vows.
"By this cock, I thee bed. Do you, Shelley, take this dick to be
your master? To love, honor and obey it?"
Shelley grunted, "Yes!" Simultaneously, both she and Dave convulsed
in orgasm. Come spewed out from around Dave's embedded cock.
When the heavy breathing subsided, Dave removed his drained dick from
its resting place with a loud plop. Silently, he dressed and as he
started to walk out, he turned and said: "Don't worry, Bob. I may be the
boss, but I am a benevolent dicktator. I'll leave you two love birds now
so you can enjoy one another. Thanks for the hospitality."
Shelley must have pitied my situation. Like Michelle had done in
the video, she rolled me onto my back and mounted my ignored cock. Her
soggy pussy engulfed me completely. I came at once and we both fell into
deep and restful sleep.
Continued in (3/3)
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