The Unwanted Houseguest

Beth heard the sounds of the men stirring upstairs and her high heels clicked against the kitchen floor as she ran over to the stove to prepare them breakfast. The bacon and eggs sizzled in the pan as she stared down at her proud breasts held upwards by the black push up bra she wore. She continued to look down over her lean tan stomach at he black miniskirt covered by a frilly white apron. Her skirt showed off her shapely legs covered in a black fishnet stocking. I hope the boys like me in this, she thought.

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Steve and Duane sat at the table after eating. Duane was sipping coffee and Steve was reading the sports section of the paper. "Y-you almost done with the paper," said Duane his voice strained.

"Almost," muttered Steve.

Duane's brow had broken into a sweat and he set the coffee cup onto the table so that he could grip the edge of the table with his hands. He started grunting and his knuckles whitened as he gripped the table tighter. Duane bellowed and fell back in his seat panting.

"Get me some more coffee first slut," said Steve when he felt Beth kiss the head of his cock under the table.

Beth crawled out from under the table, her skirt had flipped up showing off her ass cheeks with the thin black string of her panties between them. She jumped when Duane playfully spanked her cheek just above the black garter. She smiled as she poured Steve a fresh cup of coffee, the spanking was all the thanks she'd get. Neither man ever complimented or thanked her. She wasn't even allowed to eat breakfast with them. Beth set the coffee before Steve and crawled under the table again, kissing his cock and starting his morning blowjob. She may not be allowed to join them for breakfast but she was still getting plenty of protein.

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Steve had mentioned something to Duane about riding to South Beach and partying all day. Delighted, Beth ran upstairs and changed into her bikini. She heard their motorcycles riding off when she bounced down the steps to join them. Duane had left her a note telling her to wash his clothes for him and that they wouldn't be back for dinner. Dejected Beth gathered up his clothes and headed to the washer.

Steve returned late that night without Duane and asked for a blowjob. Beth kissed his cock and buried it in her throat. Steve's cock tasted of dried semen and another womans juices. She stopped and looked up at him, a hurt expression in her eyes.

"Men like Duane and I can never be satisfied with just one woman," he explained as he reached out and began moving her head up and down his cock. "Now do a good job cleaning that dick off."

Beth continued to blow him thinking that if that bitch were here now, she'd scratch her eyes out.

"Besides Beth," Steve added in a rare show of compassion, "Most women only get fucked once by us. I've stayed with you over a month now. You should consider yourself lucky."

She did.

The rest of the week went by quickly. She only left the house to by them beer and food, other then that she spent her time serving their needs and waiting for them to return home. They both fucked a different woman almost every day and were rarely home at the same time. Beth found herself growing depressed as the week passed. Not because of the way they treated her, but because they'd be leaving soon. This last week had actually been the happiest, most fulfilling week of her life. Most of all she wanted to feel both their cocks in her at the same time again.

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The morning of their last day in Florida was here and Beth found herself bent over Steve's bike securing his bags. She didn't feel the least bit self-conscious any more and hadn't given a second thought to wearing her french maid outfit out in the yard. She could feel a gentle breeze blowing on her ass cheeks and she knew that her mini skirt had blown up as she leaned over the bike. She didn't even have to turn and look to know that her neighbor was staring at her bare ass through his binoculars next door. She finished readying their bikes and returned to the bedroom.

Duane was in the shower and Steve was lying on the bed naked his erect cock in his hand. Beth stared at his cock a little surprised that she was still in awe of it. "What will you be requiring for breakfast?" she asked.

"No breakfast today Beth," Steve said grinning, "We're leaving." He saw the look of despair cross her face and added, "But, not until we both fuck you for a couple of hours. Now strip and come suck my dick."

Delighted, Beth stripped naked and crawled into bed with Steve. She took his thick cock in one of her little hands and planted what she feared would be her last kiss of submission on it. She licked around his pee slit, then the head, then up and down his entire cock, before swallowing it into her throat.

Duane finished drying himself and walked into the room, his cock stiffening to full erection at the sight of Beth sucking on the only cock he knew of, that was longer then his. He got behind her and put his hands on her hips, positioning his cock for entry into her pussy. Duane could see her juices running down over her thighs and as he watched, her pussy lips separated to receive him. He pushed the abnormally large head of his cock up to her pussy and watched as his black cock stretched her out quickly disappearing into her pussy.

The next three hours were the happiest moments of Beth's life. The only time she didn't have two cocks buried in one of her holes was when they were switching positions or during their brief rest periods. By the time the men had finished using her body, they had each cum four times and she was covered in their sperm. She put her head down and cried when they stood up off the bed, knowing that they were leaving her.

"Beth," said Steve and when she looked up he added, "There's some champagne left over from New Years downstairs. Go get it and three shot glasses."

Still crying, Beth raced downstairs to get the champagne. She picked up the bottle seeing that it was almost empty. She and David had drank most of it on New Years just before meeting Steve at the bar. Hours after drinking this she had become unfaithful to her husband, taking Steve's wonderful cock into her mouth for the first time, after losing to him at pool. Beth grabbed the shot glasses and ran back upstairs.

"I'd like to propose a toast to Beth," he said as she set them on their dresser before Steve and he took the champagne from her. This was the nicest thing he had done for her all week and she cried with joy and sadness at the compliment.

He ran out of champagne after pouring the second shot. "Oh Beth sorry, looks like you don't get any," he said.

"Come on bro," said Duane snatching up the empty shot glass, "She's gotta drink something." Duane held the glass under his cock and began squeezing out any remaining sperm. He was rewarded by a couple large wads squirting out and falling into the glass.

Duane passed the shot glass now half full of semen to Steve who proceeded to do the same thinking. Milking his cock until a large glob of semen filled it to the rim, mixing with his friends seed. He handed her the sperm shooter and she hesitantly took it into her hands.

"Heres to Beth," toasted Steve, holding up his drink. "The best damned cock-slut in the world." "Here, here," added Duane and the two men downed their champagne. Beth looked at the sperm filled glass before her. Light reflected off the semen causing it to sparkle before her eyes. Nothing made sense any more. How can one hand job turn someone from a conservative feminist into a slut who waited on men and drank sperm from a glass. She should throw this into Steve's grinning face. If she could do that she could reject what she had become and go back to being a faithful wife who shared the household duties equally with her husband.

She wanted it to last, so she let their sperm roll over her tongue, tasting them for the last time before swallowing it slowly down her throat. When she finished running her tongue around the insides of the glass to make sure she had gotten it all, she looked up to see that Steve and Duane had gone. She hadn't even realized they had gotten dressed and had quietly left the room. She ran to the window in time to hear their motorcycles start up. She gave a scream of despair at what she had lost. Steve hadn't even given her a chance to thank him for everything he had done for her. She looked down at the men revving their engines. Steve's bike was crowded with his bags, but she noticed an empty spot behind Duane....

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David pulled into his driveway and checked himself in the rear-view mirror. His hair was unkempt and there were bags under his eyes. He sighed and grabbed his bags as he got out of the car and headed towards his house. He set his bags down on the kitchen table and removed something from the suitcase and proceeded to the living room. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his brothers things were gone. "Beth," he yelled. Hearing nothing he proceeded up the stairs yelling once again for his wife.

He could hear her crying as he entered their bedroom. She was lying on the bed naked, crying into her arms. Her ass was upthrust and he could see sperm dribbling out through her distended anus. Looking down he noticed her labia was separated and oozing semen also. In fact, it looked like some kind of sperm bomb had exploded on her. Wads, splatters, flakes, and trickles covered her back, ass, and thighs.

She heard him and spun around, a look of joy on her face, which quickly turned into a frown when she saw who it was. "Oh! Hi honey," she said trying to hide her body under the covers.

David wanted to throw up. Her entire chin was covered in flakes of his brother's dried sperm. Semen even covered her cheeks, like he had pulled it out of her mouth while it was still erupting. Her tears had plowed little furrows through the flakes. "Don't bother trying to cover up you slut," he said throwing the item he was carrying at her.

She cringed and picked up the video cassette. "What is it?" she asked. "It's a video of my brother fucking your ass on a beach while you suck off some fat man," he paused while she wailed in despair. "I got horny thinking of my faithful wife, the last night in my motel and decided to watch one of the house porns. I almost threw myself off the balcony last night when I saw you and Steve."

Somewhere between the screaming and the crying that ensued, Beth told David everything that had happened. He clutched his stomach when she explained the photographer and he sat down heavily on the bed when she got to the part about Duane, which explained her current appearance, no one man could cum that much, not even Steve. He looked at her aghast when she got to the part about the sperm shooter. The shot glass were still over on the dresser, though it looked like it had just been washed.

"One thing, I don't understand Beth," he asked with his head bowed down, "why didn't you go with them?"

"They didn't want me," she wailed. "Steve said it was time to break in some new pussy."

Beth leaned up to hug her husband for comfort and she was roughly pushed away as he stood up, a disgusted look on his face. "I should divorce you," he coldly told her. "No judge will give you anything when he views that tape. You'll get nothing." He turned and left the room.

Beth heard David return about ten minutes later. She turned to him an expression of hope written all over her face and saw he was naked, his erect penis, no his erect cock bobbing before him. "Things are going to be different around here from now on," he said in a deep masculine voice she had never heard before. She kneeled on the bed and turned her head towards his crotch. His cock seemed a lot bigger like it had grown a couple inches. It was also the hardest she had ever seen it.

"I don't want to look at you, Bitch," he barked at her. "Turn around so I can fuck your slut ass."

"Yes David," she answered, but before she turned around she kissed the head of his cock in submission. It seemed to swell even bigger when her lips touched it and his intoxicating man scent filled her nostrils. She inhaled deeply looking up his body, her lips still on his cock. He was standing up straighter and he seemed bigger, more powerful. She saw the angry look on his face and scooted around to obey him.

David pushed his cock into his wife's ass and was rewarded by her moan of pleasure. "From now on your going to do all the cooking and cleaning around here."

"Anything David," she purred. "Fuck me harder"

"And your going to wear whatever I tell you," he told her shoving three fingers into her wet pussy.

"Yes David," she panted feeling an orgasm approaching. "Fuck me, shove your cock in my ass."

She consented again when he said he was going to fuck her anytime, anywhere he wanted and he thought, maybe this didn't turn out to be so bad after all.

"Your big dick's making me cum," she moaned in orgasm. It was the first orgasm she had ever had with her husband. She had another orgasm a minute later. It was the second orgasm she had ever had in her life.

Epilogue: The Wanted Houseguest by Stormbringer

She awoke soon afterwards to a pounding on the door and she pushed herself to her hands and knees, her head hanging before the toilet.

David stuck his head in and said "You ok there honey?"

Beth nodded and pointed at the toilet like she was going to throw up.

"Yell, if you need anything," he said. "and Beth I'm sorry about all this." David saw his wife look at him sadly without saying anything and he added, "I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom."

David closed the door a little relieved. She wasn't as covered in his brother's cum as he thought. If she was sick to her stomach she probably wouldn't have had time to clean it off. So he reasoned, it must have looked a lot worse then it really was. David felt a little better, as he stripped and got into bed.

Beth threw herself into the shower. The strange urges that had overwhelmed her were gone and she was filled with self loathing as she tried to scrub all traces of Steve's sperm off her body. She was the most confused, she had ever been in her life. Her dream had been so realistic that the boundary between reality and fantasy was blurred. She wasn't sure what was real any more. She sighed in relief, she was still the proud, faithful wife she had always been.

Beth spent thirty minutes rubbing soap into everywhere his cum had touched her and she still didn't feel clean. She finally got out of the tub when the hot water turned cold. There were tears in her eyes as she brushed her teeth, at least five times, rinsing out her mouth with mouthwash after each one. She looked at the toothbrush and threw it into the trash on top of her ruined lingerie. She would by a new toothbrush tomorrow.

Beth hated Steve more then ever now. No decent man would ever make her do what he did. Why didn't he warn her about how big his orgasms were? She was disgusted with her husband from not stopping her from going through with it and for not being a man and throwing his brother out of their house, but most of all she was disgusted with herself for reacting the way she had.

David lay in bed waiting for his wife. He was hornier then he had ever been in his life and was worried she would be too pissed off or sick to her stomach to make love to him. He needn't have worried, Beth practically threw herself on him. She spread her legs and ground her pussy against his pubic hairs trying to get him deep inside her as she rode him up and down. She was trying to kiss him but all he could think of was his brother's semen flying into her mouth and he kept turning his head away from her.

Beth felt her husband squirming underneath her to avoid kissing her mouth, and she figured he must think she had vomited. She forcefully grabbed his head and kissed him on the lips slipping her tongue in and out of his mouth. He resisted at first and then kissed her back. Beth was disappointed that his cock wasn't the proud member of her dream, but thought that if she tried harder it would grow big enough that she could cum. Typical of David, she felt his penis swell up and ejaculate inside her after five minutes. His small load didn't even penetrate as far as her finger had and it did little to stop the invading sperm of his brother. Still, it was the best sex they had ever had and she collapsed beside him, exhausted.

They lay side by side panting and David yawned saying, "Steve sure is well hung, isn't he?"

"I had no idea there were cocks that big," she whispered back, staring at the roof, eye wide open at the memory.

David's eyes flew open "What did you say?"

Beth caught herself and replied, "I said, I didn't know penises got that large."

"Oh" David closed his eyes, "I love you Beth,"

"I love you too." she replied thinking about Steve's cock. Beth laid awake thinking of the foot long monster waiting on the couch downstairs. She needed to cum again. She needed to be dominated and taken by a real man. She wanted to be fucked and used by two well-hung men at the same time. She didn't bother putting on clothes as she got off the bed and headed towards the stairs.

Steve slowly stroked his cock waiting for Beth to come to him. He had some fun plans for the two of them once she submitted to him. He smiled to himself when he heard her footsteps coming down the stairs. No woman had ever been able to resist his cock once they had seen it.

THE END