F. Hemmingway - The kidnapped couple

"Okay… on one condition!" he bargained.

"What's that…?"

"Suck me off!"

"Oh, yessss… darling! You know I'll do it for you… any time!" she agreed.

"I just wanted to make sure you would!"

Then, with a swift jabbing motion, he shoved the dildo deeply into his wife's cuntal passage, as far as it would go. He knew she'd like it that way. She had really learned to turn on… fast, since getting that first vibrator. Hell! It's just a matter of training… or conditioning! He held it deep in her passage, for a moment or two, watching as her cunt lips moved back, as she screwed her hips back and down into the mattress, then nibbled their way back up the vibrating shaft, erotically.

The dildo, vibrating deep in her belly, produced almost instantaneous ecstasy for Vivian. The powerful sensations swept through her like a tidal wave, and she responded to it with a deliciously soaring joy. Her head began to thrash back and forth on the pillow, her jet-black hair becoming entangled, strands of it sweeping across her distorted face.

"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Fuck me with it… now Harry! I'm going… to cum… in just a little while!"

He began to thrust the vibrating surrogate cock in and out of her voracious, heated cunt, simulated the natural motions of a penis. From experience, he knew it really wouldn't be very long until she exploded in orgasm.

It hadn't always been that way for her. He remembered: Hell! A year ago she didn't like to fuck hardly at all! But, she learned! Christ when I used the vibrator on her that first time… and she found out she could pop… any time she wanted… and just keep on popping… if she wanted to… there's been no stopping her! Then, there had been the experiments with swapping… And, since we've been doing the swinging thing… joining up with the club… and all… she can't get enough fucking… and that's just the way I like it!

His wife began to gasp, her breath coming in short, jerky pantings. "Faster! Deeper!" she demanded.

Kneeling above her, then, Harry began to thrust it in and out of her demanding cunt with more force, pushing the mechanical cock into her as far as he could. With his other hand he reached down to the silky black hair of her pubic mound and used a finger, lightly, on the blood-distended shaft of her clitoris, rubbing across it in tempos with the fucking motion in and out of her cuntal passage. As he knelt there, between his wife's lovely legs, manipulating her to orgasm, his lanced-out, hardened cock jerked and throbbed, involuntarily, with the eroticism of his act. He was hot… ready to fuck, but he could wait, he decided. It'll be like heaven… when she gets her mouth to working on me!

Suddenly, she was there! She came convulsively, her body shuddering with delicious rapture, as her release washed over her body. "Harrrrryyyyy! Oh, darling… that's it! I'm cumming! I'm cuuuummmmmmmiiiiinggggg! Aaaaaaaaaaauuuuuggghhh! Ooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaauuuuugggghhhh!"

Her legs splayed to either side, and as Harry watched, he saw her face contort in exquisite agony… then begin to relax into beatific beauty, again, as the euphoria of her rapture overcame her. He pulled the vibrating dildo from her clasping cuntal passage, switched it off and tossed it aside on the bed. Coming down on top of her then, he kissed her lips, tenderly, and held her tight while her quivering body gradually relaxed.

After a few moments, she opened her eyes and mumbled against his mouth, "Oh… that one was nice, darling… but later on… tonight… I want you to fuck me… too!"

"Okay, doll…! Anything you say!" He agreed, rolling from on top of her and sprawling out on his back beside her; then he went on to ask, "That remark you made… about pulling a reverse on me… you don't have any ideas about picking up guys, on your own do you?"

"Oh… that! Well… not that I haven't been tempted… but I saw a guy… that I could really go ape over!" she explained, her eyes lighting up, as she remembered. "And, there'd be a sweet, young thing for you…!"

"How young…?"

"Oh, like maybe seventeen or eighteen!"

"And the guy's a young kid I suppose?"

"He looks older… maybe twenty-five…"

"All right," Harry growled, "don't keep me in suspense! Who the hell are they?"

"He's the one on the motorcycle… with the girl riding behind him… remember?"

"Christ, Vivian!" he exploded. "You can't be serious! We don't want to get mixed up with any of them!"

"Why not?"

"Hell! Those people ride in gangs… and pull all kinds of cruddy things! I wouldn't trust them… as far as I can see them… or smell them! He was the one with the black beard and acted like the leader… right…?"

"Yes… that's him!" she affirmed. "But, I think it'd be fun… to get to know somebody like that!"

"It could be dangerous, too!" her husband exploded. "And I say no… we won't get to know them! We'll stick to our own kind!"

Vivian decided to needle him. "And what kind is that, darling…?"

"The safe kind!" he growled. "Middle class… white… you know what I mean!"

"Yes, I know what you mean… WASPs… is that it? White, Anglo-Saxon and Protestant!" She was sarcastic. "Your prejudices are showing!"

Harry didn't want to argue with her, just then. He had a big, solid hard-on… and he was more interested in sex than he was in her views about his prejudices. "Hell… Vivian! I don't want to fight with you about some stupid thing… right now! Let's finish what we started… Okay?"

"Okay, honey," she agreed, softening, as she realized she was being unnecessarily bitchy about it. She knew her husband's point of view. It just didn't agree with her own, always, for her's was a more liberal outlook. "Can I ask you one thing, though? What about the blonde… and her husband? How are we going to get to meet them and…?"

"Christ I told you… I was going to work on it, tomorrow! When he gets up in the morning his truck's not going to start… then I'm going to be on hand to help him fix it!"

"You mean you've already fixed it so it won't start?"

"Hey… you got it… the first time!" he complimented her, sarcastically. "I switched some wires around and when he isn't looking… I put them back which makes me a mechanical genius… then we have a drink… and we take it from there!"

"Okay… I understand, Harry…" She smiled up at him, sparklingly. "I'll do my part… even if he is kind of… ordinary…"

She kneeled up and crawled over between his legs. He spread them out wider for her, and as he looked down the length of his body to watch her, he saw that his cock no longer was standing up rigid and hard. It leaned, crazily, to one side, as it became detumescent.

"Christ! All this damn talking made me lose my hard-on!" he grumbled, complainingly.

"Don't worry, darling!" Vivian told her husband. "I'll fix that… right away!" Her trembling, now eager hand reached down to grip the almost flaccid shaft of his cock. She held it upright and felt the throbbing growth of it her touch had caused; then, deftly, she milked the heavy foreskin back over the rapidly inflating corona. "See… it's coming to life… already!" she exulted.

Harry raised his hips up to her, driving the shaft of his cock into the grip of her hand and felt a certain pride to see it soar out several inches beyond her grasping thumb and forefinger. Meanwhile, her other hand went lower, under him, to caress his heavy, sperm-laden balls, her fingernails scratching, lightly, over the taut but crinkled surface of his scrotal sac.

Then, she leaned down, lower, to kiss the satiny, reddish tip of his cock. God! It felt good. He felt the powerful pulse of furiously pumping blood at the electrifying touch of her lips.

Knowing the stimulating effect of it, Vivian used her teeth to nip, lightly, up and down the hardening length of his prick. His groan of pleasure urged her on, as she switched sides, nibbling a little harder, now. She spotted the battery-powered vibrator, her husband had tossed aside and wondered what effect it would have on him. She took it in her hand, found the switch and turned the device on, then she brought the humming, ogival head of it into contact with his testicles, running it gently over them.