Lezbezzlers

Kristina withdrew from Moe's ass and began unstrapping her cock. Rivulets of cum had drizzled down her abdomen and oozed beneath her harness. The deep grooves of her iliac V had funneled it straight toward her cunt.

Moe had a thought. He wondered if any woman had ever gotten pregnant while pegging a dude in the ass. That would be ironic. And sort of funny, too. He chuckled as he watched Kristina inspect her vagina, wondering if she was having the same thought.

Indeed, it turned out her pink lips were basted with pearly white. "Dammit," she muttered.

Judy, though, was on the scene and eager to decontaminate. With her nimble tongue, she swabbed around all the little nooks and crannies of Kristina's complicated labia. Satisfied she'd slurped up every drop, she moved up to her lover's belly, licking her way systematically around the grid of sticky abs, leaving them shiny and spermless. As she finished the cum drops under Kristina's tits, she let out a satisfied "Mmmmm."

"I think you should leave Mr. Moe a taste," said Kristina.

"I already swallowed," said Judy.

"Give him a taste anyway."

Obediently, Judy moved to give Moe a kiss. There was a lingering taste of cum in her mouth, but Moe didn't mind, since it was his own cum on his own lovely wife's lips. It didn't hurt that she'd lapped it up from the cunt of a beautiful woman.

"All right, guys, that's enough," Kristina cut in, after Moe and Judy had kept on kissing. "Some of us here are still waiting to have an orgasm."

"Do you want me to eat your pussy?" asked Judy.

"Not now, darling. I'm out of the mood. On top of which, I have to take a serious piss. But I'm sure Jean-Paul would appreciate a little release. Wouldn't you, Jean-Paul?"

"Yes, I would, Mistress," he said.

"After all, we have a long flight ahead tonight."

"Oh, right," said Judy. "Sorry, Jean-Paul. Do you want to keep fucking me in the butt?"

"Whatever pleases you, Miss."

"In the butt," she said, giggling. "I think I can cum again that way."

"I have an idea," said Kristina. "While Jean-Paul fucks your ass, why don't you let Moe give you oral? Don't you like that idea, Judy? I think you deserve to be pleasured by two men at once."

Judy seemed very enthusiastic about the idea. Moe, though, wasn't so enthused. As much as he loved eating his wife's pussy, he didn't particularly like the idea of having another man's genitals so close to his face. However, he reluctantly agreed to go along with it.

"As long as Frenchie doesn't touch me with his dick or balls," he stipulated.

Judy crawled round and mounted her husband's face, lying atop him in the sixty-nine position. She took his cock between her lips, licking and sucking until he grew hard again and filled her mouth and throat. For a blissful moment, it was just the two of them devouring each other.

Then Moe felt the mattress depress behind his head, heard the bedsprings creak. The shadow of a penis entered his field of vision in the cleft between Judy's buttocks.

Moe felt his wife's body tense and relax as her sphincter adjusted to the intrusion. After the evening's activities, Moe could totally relate to this feeling. He couldn't help thinking, a little smugly, I could take a bigger dick than that!

A butt-shaped crack of light opened and closed repeatedly above Moe's eyes. At first Jean-Paul was vigilant about keeping his testicles away from Moe's face. In fact, the two of them made an efficient team. With Jean-Paul fucking and Moe licking and sucking, they quickly worked Judy into a whimpering, slobbering, multi-orgasmic tizzy.

But then the Frenchman got sloppy. His thrusts became jittery, erratic. His swinging nutsack swished through Moe's hair and then slapped him full in the forehead. Whap! Whap!—like a reverse punching bag.

Moe heard the little man let out a moan—high-pitched and surprisingly effeminate. Uh-oh, he thought.

Just then, the Frenchman's prick slipped out of Judy's butthole—by accident or design, Moe could not tell. It spurted and spurted. The flood of semen seemed totally disproportionate to Jean-Paul's petite size. The man was a mouse, but he came like an elephant.

The jism sluiced straight down Judy's butt crack and plopped onto Moe's forehead. It oozed into his hair like a toxic spill. His very follicles cringed with disgust.

* * * * *

Kristina hurried Judy and Jean-Paul out of the bedroom, still naked. "You can shower and dress downstairs. Meet me in the limo," she said. "I'll be down in a bit."

Judy stopped in the doorframe and looked back over her shoulder. "Bye-bye, Moe, honey. Someday maybe, we'll, um..." she faltered. "Well—I guess—bye-bye." And with that, she turned and was gone.

Kristina lingered—looking down at Moe with her arms crossed and wearing a vicious smirk on her face. She was also still naked.

"What's the meaning of this?" With his eyes, Moe indicated his ankles. At some point, while he'd had his face buried in his wife's pussy, Kristina had retied his ankles to the bedposts, and he'd completely failed to notice. "Are you going to untie me now?"

"Well, that would be foolish, wouldn't it?"

"So, you're just going to leave me like this? Tied up in this godforsaken house, out in the middle of the nowhere?"

"I will do you one favor," she said. "I have a feeling you're not enjoying Jean-Paul's special 'shampoo' in your hair, are you?"

"If they bottled it, I wouldn't buy it."

"Before I go, how about I give you a nice rinse?" she said.

From the wicked tone in her voice, Moe had a feeling he knew what she had in mind. He wasn't surprised when she climbed onto the bed and stood, straddling his head.

"Hmm. Standing or squatting?" she mused. Without waiting for a response, she immediately unleashed a hot, hissing torrent of piss all over Moe's head. "Standing, I guess," she answered herself, mid-stream. "I always liked pissing standing up."

* * * * *

With stinging eyes, Moe watched Kristina dress—not in her men's suit, but in a flouncy cotton dress, bright red, with black stockings.

"Oh. One other thing," she said, after she'd strapped into an expensive-looking pair of pumps. "Recognize this?" She pulled a USB thumb drive from her purse and held it out for Moe to examine. "This has all the evidence the police, the FBI, the SEC, or whoever, would ever need to put someone in prison for a very long time. I'm gonna leave it right here." She set it on the dresser top and gave it a little pat. "This might be the only copy in existence," she said, swiveling on her long heel toward the door. "But then again, it might not."

THE END