Chapter 2

“Oh, fuck, we’re going to wake up the neighbors!” Jon Fairfax groaned as he came inside Chrissy for probably the fourth time that day, not that any of us really minded that idea.

“Ah, I think that they’ll live, honey,” Chrissy assured her husband right as she creamed herself again and I slid my cock back inside her to spill my load, “oh, goody, I love having two men cum inside me over and over, load after load! This is the life for me!”

“Well, seeing your sweet ass doesn’t hurt, that’s for sure. Just wait until there’s other men cumming inside you ... and other women taking our loads as well. There’s going to be a lot of sharing for all of us in our future!” I chuckled after I spent myself and pulled out.

“Naturally! For one thing, even women have limits and if a man recovers, or two men in this case, after the woman’s reached her limit, well, you get the idea. Besides, I’d love to see how it looks from the outside. I’d be very curious to see how I and other women look when we pull a train and get fucked half to death. I like that expression that Jon introduced me to there, that he found on those story sites... ‘pulled a train.’ It sounds very hot that way, for some reason, you know, kinky and wild, unstoppable, inevitable, just like a train!

“You can’t stop this locomotive, can you? Also reminds me of that Kylie Minogue song, ‘The Locomotion,’ you know. Say, you want to zap her? Kylie Minogue, that is? I’d love to see both of you men fuck her to the point of exhaustion someday! In fact, I’d love to sample her myself,” Chrissy rambled on like the chatterbox that she was before realizing how much and how breathlessly she talked in her enthusiasm.

“Well, I do enjoy Aussie women. My ex-girlfriend was an Aussie, or one of them, that is,” I recalled Mona Chadwicke, a babe from Sydney that I dated briefly before she caught me with her sister Trista...

It was the last relationship that I had without spelling out that I wasn’t monogamous, in fact. I hadn’t promised fidelity, but I hadn’t denounced it, either, and so Mona had just assumed it back then. When she caught me with her sister, well, that was a bit much for her. At least was back then ... maybe I could have both of them now? It was certainly worth exploring, as was the whole Kylie Minogue idea, come to think of it. Both ideas were more plausible now, and both certainly put a smile on my face, one that Chrissy could definitely see, even as she tried to revive me for another round.

“Damn, I shouldn’t even be able to get it up again like this, but the ray gun must really wreak havoc with the male refractory period or something, because here I am, hard as steel again. This time, though ... I want to try anal, if it’s all the same to you. Maybe hubby should use your ass, too, once I’m done in it, but in the meantime, he can fuck your face, babe,” I proposed, even as I grabbed some canola oil to lube up her booty.

“Yes ... yes, in the old days, no way would I have taken it up the butt, because nice girls don’t do that, but now ... do me that way! Fuck my ass! Sodomize me! I want to get butt-fucked!” Chrissy surprised even herself by sounding like a porn starlet or something.

“Well, if the lady wishes it, I’m happy to oblige my guest,” I laughed as I lubed her up good (and myself) and eased my cock into her asshole. I could see in the mirror that Chrissy bit her bottom lip when I began inching my way into her booty, but she also noticeably creamed herself in response. When Jon started fucking her throat, there were several strokes where I feared that she might bite him in response to the mixed pain and pleasure of my prick poking her pucker. She was extremely tight, too.

I felt the velvet grip of Chrissy’s fine ass around my cock, much to my satisfaction, and apparently to hers as well. The sight of those pale buns under me was an additional source of delight, the tan lines quite visible now, making it apparent just how much skin she actually exposed when swimming. Well, I thought, that will change now, won’t it? She would be skinny dipping in no time now, I was certain. I would enjoy seeing her first ever butt tan, proof of sunbathing and swimming in the nude. In the meantime, however, I would also find it pleasing to see how the tan lines emphasized and accentuated her bare buttocks.

As I began vigorously and energetically fucking Chrissy’s sweet, thick bottom, she pushed back eagerly at me, her hips moving with the same kind of brazen desire that she showed all day long so far. She needed this like most people need food or water or air or something. She needed rough sex, needed sodomy, needed to be taken, used, manhandled, rammed, and dominated sexually. She needed to take a cock up the ass! Now that Chrissy was in touch with her inner cumslut ... and pain slut. Evidently, the plump, conservative, Christian housewife adored this kind of wild, kinky, “deviant” sex, to put it mildly.