Again and again, the sticky spunk poured into her, leaving her box wet and gooey. It was mixing with her own love dew, and the combination of the two was making her completely lost in a world of passion and lust.
It seemed as though the entire room were red and spinning as she lay there and let her some climax over and over again.
"It was the best come either of us ever had," commented Stu to Gary, "And after that night, I knew how to please her. It was simple, all she wanted to do was be submissive. So I told her what to do, and she did it. And if she didn't want to do it, I made her do it, and she loved me for that."
"Why did you two split up?" asked Gary.
"She got a little too submissive," he responded, "and turned into a regular nymphomaniac. I caught her one day with six guys in a garage."
"But she was a bizarre case," said-Gary, "Not every woman wanted to be dominated."
"That's where you're wrong," said Stu. "It's part of their up-bringing., socialization and all that. Let me explain. A little girl is taught that she should never let a man touch her, that if she does, she is dirty.
"And when she grows up, if she sees more than one man, she is a tramp. The boys, on the other hand, are looked upon favorably if they're fucking six girls. This sets up a problem for the women. On the one hand, they want to enjoy sex, but on the other hand, they feel dirty and perverse if they enjoy it.
"That is where submission comes in. When a woman feels as if she is forced to perform sexual acts, she if free of the responsibility of performing the acts, therefore, she if free of guilt. It's really very simple."
"You mean that Teri needs to be dominated?" asked Gary in surprise.
"Not only needs it, wants it," he answered, "Think about it. When you made it with your nurse, wasn't there a trace of submission in her actions?"
"Now that you mention it," said Gary, "You're right. She did like it when I told her what to do, and made her do things for me."
"Told you," said Stu, "And Teri wants the same thing."
Gary just sat there and thought it over. It did sort of make sense, and Gina had liked it when he abused her and made her do things, but Teri was a different story.
She hated to be forced to do things.
"Wait a minute," he said, "What about Maria. You don't force her to perform weird sex acts with you. She's not submissive."
"What makes you think that," said Stu flatly.
"You mean…?" said Gary.
"Maria and I have a perfect sexual relationship. My wife was submissive when I met her. She was brought up in a strict Spanish fashion, where the man in always dominant, and the woman does as she is told. I merely took her natural up-bringing and showed her that sex could, be handled in this fashion also.
"She had never had an orgasm when she met me, and that was when she was twenty-seven years old. Why? Guilt. She felt that enjoying sex was wrong, and made her a loose woman, until I forced her to do things, and she did not have to accept the responsibility of the acts. Now she comes every time we have sex."
"I can't believe it," said Gary shaking his head.
"Okay, look," said Stu, "You're a close friend, and Maria likes you. I'll prove it to you."
He leaned out into the hall and called his wife's name.
The Spanish woman came bouncing into the room, smiling.
"What's up?" she asked.
"Sit down here," directed Stu to the sofa.
"Okay," replied Maria, shrugging her shoulders.
"Now," said Stu, "Open your blouse."
"Honey," said Maria, obviously a bit disturbed, "We have company. Later."
"I said open it, now," said Stu, emphasizing the last word.
Then an amazing change came over Maria. With the tone of his voice, Stu changed her entire personality, and she became incredibly docile. Her lingers went to work on the buttons of her top, and she soon had all of them undone.
"Pull it open," said Stu, "We want to see your tits."
Maria did it, exposing her lovely chest to the two men. Her tits were nice and round, and they nestled provocatively in her white bra. Gary could see the nipples pressing against the material.
"Nice, aren't they?" asked Stu.
"Take the blouse off," he said, and take off your panty-hose as well."
His wife peeled the shirt off her lovely shoulders and then stood up.
She was standing there, not really looking at either of us, acting as if she were alone in the room. She put her hands under her skirt, and pulled it up, so that she could get hold of her panty-hose.
From where Gary was sitting, he had a perfect view of her shapely legs and the bulge of her pubis. It stretched the thin material of her briefs, and he could see that it was covered with a thick mat of dark, curly hair.
As he looked at her cunt and beautiful legs, he felt his tool moving in his pants. He tried to control the emotion, for after all, this was his friend's wife, but he was not able to do so.
She grabbed the waistband and yanked the hose down over her hips and off her legs. Gary watched the material slide off her and her imagined himself running his hand over her smooth legs.
"Makes your dick tingle, to look at her, doesn't it?" said Stu bluntly.
"Well… I," stuttered Gary.
"No need to deny it," said Stu, Maria can see the bulge in your pants, and she can tell by the way that you're looking at her that you want to touch her in all her most private places. Take off your skirt so that we can see your cunt and ass again."
The woman unzipped the skirt, and dropped it to the floor. She then sat back in the chair, sitting only in her bra and panties.
"She has a wonderful body," said Stu. He walked over to her land grabbed hold of one of her tits. The moment he did so, the woman groaned, and a flush came, to her cheeks.
"You know what's going to happen now, don't you?" he said to his wife as he fondled her.
"Yes," she answered, "You're going to feel me up in front of Gary. You're going to abuse me and let him watch. And then you're going to fuck me."
"For a start." He laughed, "But what I am really planning in on is to have you service both of us tonight."
Maria shuddered as he said this, and looked over at me and the fat bulge in my pants. I shuddered also, revolted and at the same time enticed to fuck my friend's wife along with him.
He walked around behind her and unclasped her bra. Then he slid it off her shoulders and pulled it away from her chest. Her tits did not even move as it was removed, they were so firm and round. They just sat there on her chest, as if they were chiseled in marble. But I could see the rapid beating of her heart as she thought about what was going to be done to her in the coming hours.
"Sit over here," Stu said to me.
As I sat down on Maria's right side, he sat down on her left, and we began to share the dark, frightened woman. It took one tit in my hands, as Stu grabbed the other one. His wife merely went limp between her, dropping her head back against the couch and letting us feel her up.
I was grabbing the mound in my hands and amazing at the stiff firmness of it- I had never felt a tit that was so pliant, and I bounced and yanked it in my grasp. Stu was no longer working on her jug with his hands, but had applied his mouth to her tit, and was drawing the flesh up with his lips and teeth.
By the look on her face, I could see she was really enjoying it, and she seemed to like it even more as I began to pinch her nipple.
To Maria, her humiliation at being used by the two men was quickly giving way to lust.
It was an exquisite feeling to have two sets of hands working on her tits, and the idea that two men were looking at her body and appreciating it, gave her thrills that she had never known before.
Her husband's mouth was causing her cunt to grow hot, as he sucked hungrily on the other hand, was getting the rough treatment, with Gary pulling and tugging on it, and then nipping harshly at her nipple. The mixed sensations felt as if they were tearing her mind in two, as she tried to get accustomed to both of them, but was not able to do so.