Merrill and Jacob Ch. 08

Jake released her head, and said, "Oh, God, that was excellent, Marta! Outstanding!"

The three adults cleaned up, and dressed, awaiting Ashley's arrival. The remainder of the afternoon and evening were spent with Ashley. The following morning, after Ashley was safely off to school, Jake applied his morning erection to Marta's pussy, again. Afterward, she requested that Jake give her vagina a day to recover.

Before Ashley got home, Merrill and Jake tried hard to persuade Marta to yield her anal virginity to Jake. Marta ended up on the fence, so they had made real progress toward that goal. Marta felt fortunate to substitute head for anal. She sucked Jake off skillfully, using some of the new tricks she and Merrill had been studying.

The following day was Friday. Jake wisely appeased Merrill by making her the focus of the morning session. He laid the two women one over the other, in an X pattern. Marta was on top, due to her lighter build. Jake briefly poked one, and then the other, as many times as possible. When his climax approached, and could not be stopped, he plowed into Merrill, watching Marta's silky, dark body as he came.

Ashley stayed with friends Friday night. Marta needed to leave for the airport in the morning. Friday night was therefore Jake's last opportunity, on this visit, to nail Marta's ass. Marta and Merrill had always had fun getting drunk together. Friday night was like old times. Jake drank minimally, not wanting to blunt his sexual performance. Merrill and Marta giggled, drank, and made out, with increasing intensity. Jake occasionally joined in, but mostly watched, happily.

Jake had decided to take Marta in the ass by laying her torso across an ottoman. With her knees on the floor, Jake could kneel between her legs. The height of his cock and her anus would be ideal, a fact that Jake had established previously, with Merrill.

Jake and Merrill had come up with a plan to negate any objections Marta might have to being anally raped by Jake. Merrill would be able to claim that she was too drunk to intervene meaningfully. She would make a feeble display of resistance. In addition, the plan was for Jake to rape Merrill's ass after he did Marta. Merrill would have complete plausible deniability. Moreover, the shared violation would, naturally, tend to bring Marta and Merrill closer.

All three were nude. Jake poured a couple more glasses of wine into Marta. She slurred her words, passed in and out of awareness, and flopped over the furniture like overcooked spaghetti. Jake carried her to the sacrificial altar. He lay her upon it, on her stomach, with her ass just hanging off the end. Jake lubed his cock heavily, then dripped lubricant down Marta's ass crack. She didn't seem to notice. She had her eyes closed, and may have been asleep. So much the better.

Jake spread her cheeks with his hands, aligned his cock with her anus, and entered her. Marta woke up immediately. She raised her head, and slurred, "No! Don't do that! I said no!"

Merrill, who was only half as drunk as Marta, pretended to come to her defense. She crawled to the edge of the ottoman, and said, "Jake! Jake! Marta doesn't want that. Jake!"

Jake pushed his cock in, deeper and deeper. Marta's reaction was disorganized, and incoherent. She attempted to crawl off the ottoman, but Jake held her securely, by the hips. Marta complained, "Ouch! That hurts! It hurts!"

When Jake got his dick most of the way into Marta's ass, Merrill shifted her attention to Marta. She stroked Marta's hair, and encouraged her, "Marta! Just ride it out, Marta! He's inside, now. Nothing can make him stop, until he comes. Just relax, and let it happen. There's nothing else you can do, Marta. Just let it happen!"

Jake buried his cock fully, and pumped his hips with short, firm thrusts. Marta's body shook with the jerky movements. She shrieked at a moderate volume. Jake grunted. He hammered her ass so hard that her flesh rippled from each impact. Now that he had her, he released his hold on her hips. He leaned over her, and put his hands on the far edge of the ottoman. Now, he was able to thrust forward, into Marta's ass, while he pulled the ottoman on which she rested back, towards him. Jake achieved another inch or so of penetration this way. It was a brutally hard fuck.

Jake sped up his thrusts to administer the insemination. Crying out, he pumped cum into Marta's virgin ass. Merrill soothed her, "He's coming! He's coming now, Marta! It will be over soon, honey. Just hang on for a few more thrusts, dear. You're going to be fine." Jake did not linger inside Marta. He pulled out, and marched straight to the bathroom to give his rod a thorough cleaning and disinfecting. Its work was not done, yet.

Marta lay atop the ottoman, utterly ruined. She did not cry. She lay there, resting and recovering. Merrill said, "I am so sorry, Marta. He got carried away with all the playing around we have been doing. He's really not like this."

Jake returned from the bathroom, striding confidently to the ottoman. He took Merrill by the waist, and moved her to a kneeling position on the side of the ottoman opposite Marta. Marta slid off the ottoman, and slumped to the floor, in a sitting position. Jake lubricated himself, and Merrill, just as he had Marta. Merrill said, "Jacob, what are you up to back there?"

He stuck his cock into her ass, and she screeched, "No, Jacob! No! Don't! Ow! Ouch! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Jake worked his hardon into Merrill's ass. He grunted like a hog. When he bottomed out, he slammed her into the ottoman. The whole apparatus slid forward a few inches with each of his thrusts. He held the ottoman in his hands, once again, to arrest its movement. Banging her hard, he grunted and groaned. Merrill's eyes were jittery from Jake's efforts, but she looked into Marta's eyes, as best she could. Their eyes met, and there was the silent bond between them that results from sharing a mutual trial.

After only a short while, Jake faked his orgasm, and pulled out of Merrill. He stood, and announced, "I'm going upstairs for a shower. Thank you, ladies!"

Merrill lay on the ottoman. Marta asked, "Are you okay, Merr?"

"Oh, yeah. I've been through this plenty of times, before. Let's go upstairs. You use the guest shower, and I'll join Jacob in the master."

The two friends trudged, wearily, up the stairs to shower. Marta had been shaken into partial sobriety by the trauma she had endured. A while later, Marta stumbled down the stairs to find Merrill and Jake, chatting amicably, as if nothing had happened. She joined them in the living room, and stared at the ottoman, the scene of the crime.

Merrill said, "I was just thanking Jacob for what he did to me. I understand that you and I are not in the same position, Marta. What are your thoughts?"

Marta said, through an alcohol fog, "I guess I'm okay. I'm not bleeding, at least."

Merrill said, "We did tease Jacob outrageously, Marta. He's just a man, and he had been drinking, too."

Jake said, soberly, "I couldn't help myself, Marta, and I cannot honestly say I regret it. I wanted to do it."

Marta looked at Jake, "Yeah, I know. You did it, all right. No harm done. Let's finish off the wine, okay?"

The three drank themselves into three stupors. They woke up with three hangovers. They laughed about it all the way to the airport.