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For the Good of the Order, Part 2B
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
Part Two - Shelley's Tale (or is that tail?)
Continued...
In the shower, I once again subjugated the whorish side of my
personality. The restrained and conservative Shelley re-emerged. As she
did, I experienced guilt and uncertainty. I knew that Bob and I had just
crossed an ill-defined border in our relationship.
We avoided eye contact. Our once comfortable interaction was
replaced by apprehension and distrust. I tried to allay Bob's fears.
"Look Bob, I didn't want this to happen. He's your boss of choice after
all. Now that he's had his conquest, I doubt that he'll have any
interest in me." Halfheartedly, I reassured Bob. "I certainly don't
want this to happen again."
Despite all of my efforts, I couldn't erase the memories of Dave. I
masturbated repeatedly to the images and sensations ingrained in my brain.
As Saturday night dinner approached, I was torn between conflicting
emotions of anticipation and dread. I convinced myself that Wednesday
afternoon's events were nothing more than a wet dream. I dutifully
prepared for dinner with the boss, fixing the meal and cleaning the house.
Dressing was more difficult, nothing was quite right. Ever outfit
seemed too provocative and I finally settled on my a green dress that
complimented me, but wasn't too revealing.
The doorbell sounded Dave's arrival. He was more charming than
normal, although he clearly had not left his ego at home. No mention was
made of the preceding Wednesday's happenings, as we downed the exquisite
Chardonnay that Dave had brought. Everyone loved the glazed duck that I
labored over. Conversation flowed as freely as the mixed drinks, and I
consumed more than my two drink limit.
My inhibitions lessened by the effect of the alcohol, I caught myself
trying to capture a whiff of Dave's cologne. Mentally, I undressed Dave,
visualizing his broad shoulders and muscular buttocks. My erogenous
zones reacted instinctively. Fortunately, it was time to clear the table
and I stopped working myself into a frenzy.
I lingered at the kitchen sink - the scene of the crime - rinsing the
dishes. Dave reached around me, handing me dirty plates when his crotch
brushed against my ass. I jutted my butt backwards to signal my lust.
But, Dave disengaged and left me alone, rebuffed. I was humiliated, I
guess I was right when I predicted that Dave was only interested in the
conquest.
Subdued by the rejection, I joined Bob and Dave in the living room.
Dave motioned for me to sit next to him on the love seat. He handed me a
wrapped present. Peeking under the lid, I spied a shear lace bra and
tiny matching string bikini panty. Adrenaline rushed through my veins.
Dave still wanted my pussy! Dave handed me more gifts and suggested that
I go try them on. In fact, it was more like a command. I glanced over
at Bob, who was oblivious to the nature of Dave's generosity. Instantly,
I weighed the risks and benefits of the proposition and followed the lead
of my twitching clitoris.
I unwrapped the boxes in the bedroom. Dave had purchased a complete
bridal ensemble sans gown. I donned the bra, panties and garter belt.
The white silk stockings caressed my legs. I carefully reapplied my
makeup and fixed my hair before slipping on the long, elbow-length gloves
and positioning the veiled headpiece. Stepping into the white lace
brocade high heels, I inspected my reflection in the full-length mirror.
It was a striking vision. The sexuality of my perky nipples and dark
triangle, visible through the transparent material, was tempered by the
virginal aura of the nuptial garments.
Desperately, I wanted to entice Dave's erection. Swallowing hard, I
considered Bob's possible reaction. Shelley the slut took control. "Bob
can stop this anytime he wants to. All he has to do is stand up to Dave
and reclaim his wife." I rationalized the dilemma.
From the facial expressions of Bob and Dave, I knew that my
appearance was having the desired effect. I paraded across the living
room floor, displaying myself for my audience. Dave handed Bob a
videotape and asked me to guide him to the bathroom. As we were about to
pass our bedroom, Dave stopped me and diverted us inside.
With his sexy brown eyes penetrating me, Dave asked if I was willing
to commit to his cock. "Yes," I replied, unequivocally. We kissed
passionately. Dave unsnapped my bra and nibbled on my nipples, teasing
them unmercifully. Moving down my torso, he untied the sides of the
string bikini panties. The wet crotch adhered to my labia and Dave had
to peel the thin material off. With one long and deliberate lick, Dave
drew his warm tongue along my slit. Smacking his lips, he could tell
that I was ready for the main event.
Doggy-style, I impatiently awaited his dick. Dave ignored my urgency
and slowly eased his tool deep into my expanding vagina. His strong
hands gripped my hips as he probed my depths with precise thrusts. Time
stood still as I reveled in the sensations of being stuffed full. My
breasts swayed with our fucking motions. I had come twice and was
building to a third climax when I noticed Bob at the door.
Dave beckoned Bob in without missing a stroke. His bulbous cockhead
pushed even deeper inside my womb. The combination of this feeling and
Bob's helpless gaze sent me into a gut-wrenching orgasm.
By the time my convulsions subsided, I looked up to see Dave and Bob
standing before me, their respective erections fully exposed. Poor Bob's
dick was dwarfed by Dave's massive manhood. Dave asked me to choose my
favorite penis. Wickedness prompted me to tease Bob. I moved my open
lips to just a razor's edge's distance from Bob's stiff dick. Then,
looking up at his pitiful expression, I turned and slurped Dave's cock
into my mouth.
Dave taunted Bob about my virgin-like pussy as I sucked away. Dave
then announced that he wanted to fuck my truly virgin ass. I couldn't
believe myself when I urged him on. I was a possessed slut in heat.
Like a eunuch, Bob lubricated my anus and stretched my tight hole with
his slender fingers. He even reluctantly smeared the jell all over Dave's
pulsating erection.
I held my breath as Dave aimed his cock at my asshole. Again, Dave
was gentle as he expertly gauged the pressure of his penetration.
Miraculously, my sphincter relaxed and accepted Dave's oversized dick
into my rectum. A mixture of pain and pleasure engulfed me. Thankfully,
before pumping, Dave reached around and rubbed my clitoris. Indecently,
I moaned as Dave reamed my butt. In mid-fuck, Dave proclaimed: "With
this dick I thee bed." He proceeded to paraphrase marriage vows and I
willingly promised to love, honor and obey his cock.
His manipulation of my clitoris quickened as I felt Dave begin to
ejaculate. The warm, rushing fluid was all I needed to come again. Dave
extracted his shrinking dick with a loud plop. Semen followed like a
waterfall down my crotch.
Dave dressed as I trembled in the aftermath of my fourth orgasm of
the night. He thanked Bob and me for our hospitality and let himself out.
Bob kneeled on the bed, autistic but for his rigid penis, I knew that
the next moments were critical to the survival of our marriage.
The sinful Shelley was still in control. I rolled Bob onto his back
and lowered my dripping and gaping pussy onto his cock. I could barely
feel him inside, but his moans exposed his pleasure as I wiggled and
bucked. Bob exploded into the vagina that had just been well fucked by
his boss.
Continued...in 3/3
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