Lezbezzlers

As Judy wriggled and twerked, her jiggling cheeks squeezed and released her husband's nose. Moe had to pay attention to her motions so he could time his breaths right. A couple of times, she mashed down on him with her full smothering body weight. Only the frantic twitching of his feet alerted her to sit up a little so he could breathe.

A pair of fingers inserted themselves into the mix, making rapid circles on Judy's clit. They must have been Kristina's fingers, because Judy always kept hers trimmed. These had sharp nails, which repeatedly stabbed Moe in the chin.

Up above, he could hear the two women kissing and murmuring. Judy's breaths became rapid, punctuated by whimpers and moans. Kristina encouraged her with words like, "Yeah, yeah, work those hips, you sexy bitch!" and, "Grind that dirty asshole, right in the pig's face!"

And then she turned her attention to Moe, bending to hiss in his ear, "Lick it! Suck that ass, you pig! You buttmunch! That's all you're good for is munching butt. Isn't it, you buttmunch?"

Beneath Judy's cheeks, Moe could only chuckle. If Kristina was trying to be degrading, she'd have to try harder. There was nothing even slightly degrading about being a "buttmunch" when the butt in question happened to belong to Judy. Having his wife's beautiful and delicious ass squirming all over his face was nothing short of heaven! In fact, he regretted he'd not tried this earlier. He'd missed out on years of glorious butt-munching.

A hopeful thought flickered into his mind. Maybe tonight, if he worked extra hard to please Judy's asshole with his tongue, she'd finally reward him with that anal sex he'd always wanted. After all, a vigorous buttfuck would make a lovely going-away present.

As he was having this bittersweet thought, Kristina stopped muttering insults and slipped her whole tongue into his ear. Her slurps roared like a tidal wave in his brain.

As Kristina's tongue slithered and circled round the rim of his ear canal, Moe's own tongue fell into sync, making the same circles around and around Judy's asshole. It was like Kristina had tapped into his brain and was operating his tongue by remote control. She showed him exactly how to make love to his wife's ass, varying the speed and lick patterns around her anus and all up and down her crack, expertly driving Judy into a quivering frenzy.

Moe too fell into an ecstatic trance. He felt a deep synergistic energy coursing through their three bodies. Kristina was the generator, the active principle, the genius of the operation. Moe was her mindless ass-licking lesbian-proxy tongue. Judy was the capacitor, receiving all this sexual energy through her eager ass, and amped to the max by Kristina's fingers twiddling the hot dial of her clit.

It wasn't long before her circuits were overloaded and Judy was a twitching whimpering mess. Rivulets of salty sweat trickled down her ass crease, and her pungent pussy juices oozed down Moe's chin. He lapped her juices greedily.

Judy was on the verge. A tight squeal escaped her throat, like air from a leaky balloon. Thighs and fleshy cheeks clenched Moe's head. She mashed down hard on his face so that he couldn't breathe at all. But he stayed focused on tonguing her butthole, because her climax was the most important thing.

At last, she let out a yelp. "Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!" she sputtered, as her body was wracked with convulsions.

While Judy was cumming sloppily all over his face, Moe was scarcely aware of Kristina maneuvering between his legs, taking hold of his ankles and lifting them to her shoulders. Distant alarm bells sounded when he felt an object, cool and blunt, joggling around his scrotum and prodding up against his taint. But he was too absorbed in his wife's orgasm to pay much attention.

And then suddenly he was buggered.

"Whahaaaa!" he cried. His ass flew up off the bed. He bucked and writhed like a trapped wildebeest, trying to escape the anal probe.

But Kristina was surprisingly strong. She wrapped her powerful arms around his thighs and hugged them to her chest, thrusting her shoulders into his ankles like a linebacker. With Kristina grappling his legs and Judy's weight planted on his face, Moe soon began to tire of the struggle. Once he was back under control, Kristina lined up her plastic phallus and, making a slow corkscrew with her hips, impaled his virgin ass.

The pain was intense. As Kristina's dildo bullied its way inside him, Moe dared not move a muscle. He feared he'd tear some delicate innard. All he could do was breathe, try to relax as much as possible, and allow himself to get fucked. There was no way out of it.

After Judy rolled off him onto the bed, Moe was able to see, between the fork of his upraised legs, Kristina, naked and thrusting. Despite the pain she was administering to his ass, he couldn't help being impressed by the sight of her. He let out a little whistle. Although he'd often imagined her naked over the years, he'd never imagined her like this.

The tits, of course, were totally fake. That part was no surprise. He'd long suspected it. They'd never moved like natural boob-flesh. Right now, they were jouncing up and down in perfect unison, as if they were parts of a single solid piece. Her nipples were big copper rivets that held the breastpiece in place.

Fascinating as were Kristina's tits, though, what really astonished Moe was her muscles. He'd known she was a gym buff, because she'd talked of it at the office, but, holy shit, what a buff she was! Beneath those blue blazers and tan pantsuits, she'd been hiding some serious beef. She was ripped like a gladiator! Her shoulders, her biceps—everything bulged and rippled. Her belly looked like it was sculpted from bronze, eight armored slabs, churning and grinding with each powerful thrust of her hips.

Carved out beneath her abs, a deep iliac furrow made a sharp V, aimed straight at her crotch. A pair of black leather straps made a parallel V, stretched taut across the tops of her meaty thighs. The straps held in place the glistening black shaft that was appearing and disappearing behind Moe's furry pink scrotum. His testicles bobbled like paddleballs as Kristina slammed them again and again with punishing body-blows.

"Oh God!" Moe heard himself groan. "Deeper! Harder!" Then he sucked in his breath, surprised and humiliated by the words he'd let slip.

"It's OK, honey. You're allowed to like it," whispered Judy, nuzzling her face up to his.

Kristina spat, hitting Moe between the eyes. "Take it, you little man-bitch!" she sneered. Her lips curled into a froggy grin. She dug her claws into Moe's thighs, adding a swaggering side-to-side twist to the motion of her hips.

Judy slurped up Kristina's spittle, and then licked her way down along the bridge of Moe's nose to his mouth. She dipped her tongue between his lips and swirled it around. Without breaking the kiss, she clambered on top of him, pressing her soft body to his. He could feel the oozy wetness of her cunt sliding down his belly, making a wide snail-trail as it went.

Down, down, Judy slithered, ever so slowly. After a minute, she had to let go of the kiss. Finally, she ended up wedging herself against the trunk of Moe's cock, where she wiggled around, moaning and nibbling at his nipples.

Kristina slotted Moe's penis neatly between Judy's marshmallow butt cheeks—not inside her asshole, but squeezed in the crack—and held it there with a firm hand, while she continued to pummel his ass with her cock.

The pain of penetration, by this point, had given way to a queasy sort of pleasure. Waves of sickly sweetness radiated through Moe's internal organs and pushed up into his throat like a bolus of hot custard. "Guh! Guh!" he grunted. He wasn't sure if he'd vomit first or cum.

Kristina, too, was grunting. The two of them sounded like a pair of rutting gnus. Her fuck-thrusts became short and twitchy. She was losing control. In all the years he'd known her, Moe had never seen Kristina lose control.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" she huffed.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Moe urged her.

She leaned into him, with all of her brawny weight centered on the hot button of her clit. Her hips swirled round and round, grinding herself in frantic circles against the rubbery base of her dong—the other end of which was buried somewhere up near Moe's liver.

The orgasm seemed to start in her neck. All her neck muscles quivered briefly, and then the energy wave travelled down her arms and torso, until her whole body seized up like a broken robot. She held like that for a long excruciating moment until at last, she exhaled and said, "Whew."

"Baby, did you cum?" asked Judy, looking back over her shoulder.

"Yeah, darling. Now c'mere and lick my puss."

"Yes'm," said Judy. Dutifully, she spun around toward her lover, dislodging her husband's still-stiff cock from her crack and letting it slap back against his belly.

Meanwhile, Kristina lowered Moe's legs off her shoulders, withdrew her dildo from his ass, and unstrapped her harness. As she did so, Judy's doe-white ass wiggled in anticipation.

Kristina rose to her full height on the bed, and Moe got a good look at her as she towered above him. She was like a Greek goddess, all naked and glistening. Her skin was a uniform golden bronze all over—not a tan line on her body. Even her armpits were sun-kissed. Her figure was slender and feminine, but also incredibly dense and impenetrable, with each muscle clearly defined.

The only soft part of her was her long labia, which jutted incongruously from her otherwise sleek and aerodynamic frame. They dangled quivering between her legs like accretions of pink sugar that had drizzled out from her insides.

Judy inhaled them like a hungry guppy. She sucked and slurped noisily, her blonde head bobbing as she serviced her lover's cunt.

Kristina wrapped a possessive hand around the back of Judy's skull, twining her long fingers in her silky hair. She pumped her hips, humping Judy's eager face. Droplets of sweat dribbled off the end of her nose, splashing down on both Judy and Moe. She rolled her eyes and moaned with pleasure.

Judy perched atop her husband's pelvis, wiggling around on the shaft of his cock. Deftly, she lifted up her bottom, wormed a slippery finger into Kristina's asshole, and sat back down, taking Moe inside her drooly pussy and swallowing him to the balls. Moe and Kristina gasped at the same time.

Moe began to fuck. But with a finger of her free hand, his wife motioned for him to be still. She would do the fucking.

In subtle, almost imperceptible motions, Judy swished and swiveled her hips. Moe got the idea she was trying to hide their coitus from Kristina. Cunningly, she distracted her lover with a torrent of dirty words while simultaneously lapping at her clit. A second slender ladyfinger slithered into Kristina's ass. Kristina's eyes rolled back in their sockets, her eyelids aflutter. She swayed woozily on her feet.

Although Moe desired to pound his wife's pussy with extra vigor, he was happy just to be back inside her after the long months of denial. His neglected penis was on a hair trigger. So even her stealthy micro-fucking was enough to make his mind tingle with pleasure.

In his reverie, he began to dream of staying with Judy forever. They could remain husband and wife, and he could run away with her to the South of France, Argentina, Kyrgyzstan, or wherever she was going. Kristina could go too, if necessary. They could be a full-time threesome. Why not? He and Judy could both be Kristina's bitches. Judy would service her pussy, and Moe would take her big fake cock in his ass. This arrangement could totally work.

His mind swimming with fantasies of exotic sexual permutations in exotic lands, and his eager sperm teeming at the gates, Moe let out a groan.

Kristina opened her eyes and looked down. "What's this?" she demanded. "Are you two...fucking?"

"Sorry," said Judy, sheepishly.

Moe, perturbed, strained to stay inside her as she lifted herself off his twitching dick.

"Moe has a nice penis, though," you have to admit, said Judy. "Nice and big and warm. It feels good in my pussy."

"Well, if you're horny for dick, you should have said so," said Kristina, smiling generously. "We've got dick." Turning to the bedroom door, she clapped her hands and called, "Jean-Paul!"

Moments later, a man entered the room. He was a skinny man with a shiny shell of black hair and a pencil mustache. He wore a knee-length silk robe decorated with Near Eastern geometric patterns. It swished as he walked. When he reached the foot of the bed, he bowed before Kristina.

"Mistress?"

"Undress."

The man untied his belt and let his robe billow to the floor. He stood there pale and naked, awaiting further instruction. His body was hairless except for a small neatly-trimmed rectangle of pubic hair. It looked like a Hitler mustache for his crotch.

His penis was button-sized, just a head. It wasn't much bigger than Kristina's jutting clit, Moe noted. However, as if on command, it lifted up and stiffened, curling toward the ceiling like a coat hook. It still wasn't large, but it was impressively rigid.

Moe's eyes widened. "Who's this guy?" Then he had a terrible thought and closed his legs.

Kristina snorted. Her fake tits wobbled stiffly. "What's the matter, Moe?" she chided. "I thought you were an eager butt-slut. Don't you want to try a real flesh-and-blood dick?"

Moe's fingers balled into fists. He glared wildly up at Kristina and down again at her naked henchman. "If that...that little—" He didn't speak aloud the word he was thinking. "If that guy tries to...I'll—" And then he recalled the ropes tied around his wrists. Fuck. But I've still got my feet!

Brandishing both heels menacingly in the air, Moe stared the little man up and down, taking note of his twiggy arms and concave chest. If that punk takes another step, I'll kick him like a mad kangaroo! I'll crack his ribcage! Fracture his vertebrae!

Judy reached out to sooth her husband's worried brow, kneading out the scowl with her fingertips (the ones fresh out of Kristina's ass). With her other hand she plucked up the shriveled polyp of his penis and gave it a few good tugs, gently stretching the rubbery flesh.

"Don't worry, honey," she cooed. "Kristina's teasing you. Jean-Paul's not going to fuck your butt." She added, in a reassuring tone, "Jean-Paul loves women."

"Silly boy," Kristina laughed. "Did you actually think Jean-Paul would be interested in your hairy ass?"

"Well, I dunno," said Moe, lowering his heels. "I don't see why not."

"Sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Moe. But Judy's ass is a lot prettier than yours. Jean-Paul, I'm sure, would find it much more pleasing to fuck. Right, Jean-Paul?"

"Yes, Mistress. If that's what you wish."

"It's what Judy wishes."

"Wait. What?" said Moe.

"Don't be mad, honey," said Judy, pumping her fist harder in an attempt to revive his failing erection. "We can get fucked together. It'll be fun!"

"But, but...!"

"Now, Moe, honey, I know how you've always wanted us to try anal," said Judy. "But the thing is, you have such a big penis—a great big beautiful penis, which feels sooooo good in my pussy," she enthused, giving his cock an extra squeeze. "But it won't fit inside my butt," she explained. "You're too big for me."

"So, you're gonna let this shrimp-dicked Frenchman fuck your ass right in front of me?"

"Don't be jealous. Jean-Paul's just a manservant."

"That's right," said Kristina. "We can afford a manservant now."

"No offense," Judy said to Jean-Paul. "I don't mean to diminish you. You're a wonderful manservant."

"Thank you, Miss."

Judy turned back to Moe. "But our relationship is purely professional, so you don't need to be mad."

"What exactly does a manservant do?" Moe asked.

"Oh, you know, he cooks, cleans, does our laundry—that sort of thing. Sometimes he gives massages. Actually, he gives amazing massages—back massages, foot massages, you name it. Also butt massages." Judy giggled. "He's very talented."

"Judy loves getting her tushy massaged, don't you, darling?" teased Kristina.

"So do you. And licked," said Judy.

"Who doesn't like getting their tushy licked once in a while?" replied Kristina.

"And fucked," said Judy.

"Well, that's all you, darling. Me, I don't get fucked," said Kristina. "I fuck. Speaking of which..."

With a toe, she retrieved her dildo from the edge of the mattress and stepped into the harness. After she'd strapped herself in, she had Jean-Paul join her on the bed and the two of them stood side-by-side on the mattress, the brawny bronze goddess and the frail white manlet, applying lube to each other's cocks. Jean-Paul stroked Kristina and Kristina stroked Jean-Paul.

Moe looked up, studying their two penises. Kristina's was long, black, and intimidating. It wobbled heavily when she moved her hips. Jean-Paul's was much smaller—Moe figured it was at least five or six inches shorter than Kristina's big dong, and maybe three inches shorter than his own cock, with less than half the girth—and it curled upward toward the ceiling like a bent finger. With its ugly pointed tip, Jean-Paul's penis looked the very definition of a prick. Below it clung a hairless pink scrotum that looked like half a peanut shell.

Moe felt the rage in him welling. Indignantly, he sputtered, "Honey, you're not seriously gonna fuck this pencil-dick, are you?"

"Hush," said Judy. "Relax. Let's just lay back and get fucked. OK, honey?" She slithered into position beside him on the mattress and spread her legs expectantly.

Moe sighed. "All right, dear. Let's get fucked."

Despite everything, Moe's cock was fully erect. Judy's soft voice and pudgy fingers were working their magic on it.

Shooing Judy's hand away with her fingers, Kristina took control of Moe's dick herself as she squatted down between his thighs. With her other hand, she lined up the cool blunt tip of her dildo against his anus. She waited for Jean-Paul to get into position between Judy's legs. And then, together, they thrust. Penetrated as one, Moe and Judy groaned into each other's open mouths.

Jean-Paul and Kristina started out in sync, but their styles quickly diverged. Jean-Paul fucked Judy's ass gingerly, like he was trying to avoid spilling a hot cup of tea. Kristina, on the other hand, fucked like a woodland beast. She ravaged Moe's ass as if mating season came only briefly each year after a long, long winter.

Judy nuzzled up to her husband. The sound of her rhythmic moans, the hot wetness of her breath on his cheek, and the sight of her jiggling boobies and thighs filled Moe's mind with ecstasy. He knew his sperm weren't long for his balls. Judy whispered into his ear, "Let's cum together."

On cue, Moe's cock began to spurt. He didn't even feel it coming. It just slipped out of him—one spurt, two spurts, three spurts, four. It whitewashed the corrugated ridges of Kristina's belly, oozing down between the grooves. Some even splattered the underside of her tits, where it clung in jellied globs.

"Uggh!" grunted Kristina. "Who told you you could cum, you worm? I didn't tell you you could cum!"

"Sorry," muttered Moe. But then he reconsidered. He wasn't sorry. "Skeet! Skeet!" he taunted her.

"You think it's funny, do you? I should make you lick me clean."

"Wait! I want to lick it!" cried Judy. From her rapid breaths and clenching toes, she seemed right on the verge herself. And, just then, she shuddered and came. As she did so, she buried her fingernails in Moe's thigh, leaving behind four little bleeding red crescents.

But Moe didn't mind the pain. "Good job, honey," he said.

"I wanna lick your cum," she panted, as her spasms subsided. Hastily, she squeezed Jean-Paul's dick out of her ass, and scampered around to Kristina's belly to lick the dripping sperm.