Carstairs took her up on her offer. He jumped up on the bed, began rubbing Lisa's anus with the tip of his erect prick, tickling the rubbery little doorway to her asshole. "Like that, baby?" he murmured.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," said Lisa.
Carstairs slapped her hard across her butt. "I asked you a question," he yelled. "Let's have an answer!" He slapped her buttocks again – the smack of it echoed through the room.
"Yes," cried Lisa, "ohhh, yes, I love it. Keep doing it, please!" The stinging of his blow had merged with her already raging desire, goading it on to new heights, while the touch of his dick against her rectum was stimulating her entire body. "Keep doing it!" she yelled. "More, please more!"
"That's better," said Carstairs, his voice softening. He continued to rub at her anus, lubricating it with the hot white fluids that leaked out of his enormous prick. "How about inside, baby?" he said. "How about having me inside that pretty little asshole?"
"Yes," screamed Lisa, "yes! Do it to me! Do it to me in my ass!" She was long past all considerations of shame and propriety: all she could think of was the burning ache in her rectum, the storm of desire that had built up within her, the urgent longing to be penetrated, to be fucked where she had never been fucked before.
Mike was dumbfounded. He could remember having once hinted to Lisa, very, very delicately, that they experiment with anal sex, but she had been so shocked that he had withdrawn the suggestion immediately. Lisa had once read a pornographic novel, so she had an idea that there were other ways to make love beside the old tried and true missionary position, but the thought of indulging herself in anything but the most proper forms of lovemaking had nearly made her vomit. Yet here she was, begging to be fucked in the ass by someone she didn't even know. It was too much, too much to understand – Mike couldn't assimilate this new Lisa. He had to admit, though, that she was turning him on, appealing to him in a way she never had before, and he found himself wishing he had the strength to get off the floor and go fuck her in the ass himself.
Jay Snyder was very pleased with Lisa's performance. That cop'll never bother us again, he thought, not after he sees his wife's asshole reamed out by Carstairs' cock. Everything was going exactly according to plan, actually even better than he'd planned, thanks to the surprising willingness of this hot-blooded little lady. Ruefully he rubbed his prick, which was still stinging from the shredding it had suffered. Yes, he thought, that woman is really something. Wish I had some like her working for me. Even Cindy could learn something from this babe, he told himself.
"Oh, God," Lisa was yelling, "you're torturing me. Stick it in, please, please, stick it in me!"
Carstairs responded by driving his throbbing cock deep into the dark wet confines of her rectum, hearing with satisfaction as Lisa screamed in delighted agony. He could feel the damp rubbery walls of her asshole slowly pulsing against the tender throbbing skin of his prick. He was about halfway in her now, knew he had to stop for a moment or he would rip her open. He waited a few seconds, retracted his prick a few inches, then with a powerful lunge drove the quivering rod in as deeply as he could, feeling the virgin skin of her anus stretch to receive him.
"Iiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee," Lisa screamed. "Oh Jesus, what are you doing to me? Oh my God, I've never felt anything like that in my whole life! Oh, it feels so good, so very, very good!"
Slowly now, very slowly Carstairs began to pump his hips, driving his dick in and out, in and out, the tight, rubbery muscles of Lisa's asshole rubbed against his swollen prick, squeezing him, crushing him, nearly driving him mad with pleasure. He held the cheeks of her ass with both hands, slapping against them with his pelvis as he thrust into her again, and yet again, using his dick like a rotary hammer. God, she was good, he thought, as the semen boiled up in his balls, begging for escape.
But he wasn't ready to cum yet, no, no, not yet. He contracted his sphincter muscles, closing down on the sperm-channel, holding the boiling white cum back until he was ready. He wanted to enjoy this woman for as long as he could, to spend the rest of the afternoon feeling his aching dick move back and forth inside her. He wanted her to remember this, her first ass-fucking, for the rest of her life.
Mike could hardly contain his growing excitement as he watched his wife thrusting her hips up against Carstairs' pelvis. She seemed to have the strength of a buffalo – surely no mere woman could move like that, could take such brutal punishment and yet give back more than she was getting. He could see that Carstairs' face was beginning to redden from exertion, knew the gangster would not be able to hold back much longer; yet still Lisa drove at him, apparently nowhere near her own orgasm. If I only had the strength, Mike thought as he rubbed his stiffening prick, if I could just get up off this floor I'd go over there and…
Finally Mike could stand it no longer. He had to have his wife, had to get into her, had to have a role in her sexual initiation. He got slowly to his feet, fighting to hold back the dizziness, struggling to keep his balance. He had to get to that bed, he just had to…
Dixon saw Mike get to his feet, started over to intercept him. "No," said Jay Snyder. "Leave him alone. It's just the fly working on him, he won't do any harm. Shit, he deserves at least the leftovers." Dixon laughed, left Mike to make his uncertain way to the bed.
"Lisa," he moaned, "it's me, Mike, I'm coming." But Lisa didn't respond – she was too busy enjoying the marvelous thrusting of Carstairs' prick into her wet, aching rectum.
Mike crawled weakly up onto the bed, maneuvered himself until he was lying directly under Lisa's upraised body, feeling her long black hair dangling on his chest. The closer he got to her, the more his strength returned. Now he raised himself up on his elbows and, ignoring the fact that Carstairs was still plunging his dick into his wife's asshole, he probed at her cunt with his own dick. It took him only a few seconds to find her soft opening – she was wide and wet, dripping with readiness for him, her cunt vibrating its welcome.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Lisa gasped as she felt the familiar sensation of Mike's prick coming into her. This was more than she could ever have hoped for, more pleasure than she had ever dreamed was possible. Now both her burning holes were filled with men's flesh, now, for the first time in her life she was truly complete. The wonderful surprise of Mike's prick immediately started the mechanism of her orgasm working – she could feel it welling up inside her, sudden and powerful – while the driving movement of Carstairs' cock in her anus only doubled the pleasure. Never had she felt anything like this, this incredible simultaneous fucking of her pussy and her asshole – she thought she would go crazy with the lush, erotic excitement of it. Deeper and deeper plunged the two men, closer and closer came her climax; it felt as if two huge armies were attacking her from the outside, while her own army rose from inside to meet them. Deeper and deeper, stronger and stronger, closer and closer, until finally.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she screamed, as the immense explosion burst within her, pulsing against every point in her body, straining to escape the confines of her skin, "Oh my sweet Jesus, Ohmygod I'm cummmmiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggg!"
"Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggghhhh," yelled Carstairs at the same moment, as his dick poured rivers of cum into Lisa's ass.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," echoed Mike, sending his own ocean of steaming fluid rushing deep into Lisa's waiting, throbbing cunt.
The three of them froze together, rigid on the bed, their faces racked and twisted with the intensity of their pleasure, like some unbelievably erotic statue shaped by a master of sex and insanity. Then, still locked together, they collapsed, forming a pile of undifferentiated flesh on the bed.
Now that it was over, Lisa realized that it was her own husband who had helped give her such unbelievable pleasure. "Oh, Mike," she cried. "Oh, Mike I love you so much. Please, please, it's not like you think."