Chapter 39
Once he had recovered something of his equilibrium, Dean collapsed onto the nearest seat and sat there with a look of stupefaction on his face. It was Alicia who broke what could have become an awkward silence by addressing herself to Dean.
“You have made a good start, Dean, but this is only the beginning. Now you need to show that you are sincere in your desire to change by making love to your beautiful Jennifer. I hope you realize that Jennifer could have had any man in the church (even Daryl would make an exception for her, wouldn’t you, dear?), but she has remained faithful to you. Frankly, I don’t understand why. Do you understand, Dean?”
Dean looked up rather balefully and nodded his head. The enormity of what had happened with Daryl seemed only now to be sinking in. Following his wife’s instructions, Daryl had laid a mattress from one of the sunbeds on the floor. It was just about large enough to accommodate Jennifer and Dean. Alicia led Jennifer to the mattress by the hand as if she were giving her up as a sacrifice on an altar (which in a sense she was), while Daryl helped Dean out of his seat like a corner man urging on his fighter to continue for at least one more round.
When Dean got to the mattress where his wife awaited him, his first instinct was to enter her.
“No, no, no, no, no!” cried Alicia, in her best attempt at an English accent. “That will never do. You must make love to her like a human being, Dean, not like an animal. Kiss her first. Prepare her. Cherish her.”
“And stop looking at me!” she barked at him.
Dean closed his eyes and kissed Jennifer, who kissed him back, if with little enthusiasm.
“Keep your eyes open!” Alicia fairly bellowed. “Look at your beautiful wife.”
Dean did as he was told, which meant it was indeed, as Alicia intended, a lot harder to fantasize about the brunette whom he had been lusting after for so long. Jennifer could feel his cock swelling against her belly. She too realized that it wasn’t she who was turning her husband on at this moment. At any event, she continued to do her bit, the impending coupling of Dean with Daryl providing her own fantasy material.
Part of Daryl wanted to get his session with his wife over quickly so he could move onto the main course: Alicia. The other, smarter, part understood that he needed to give his wife’s boobs a bit of a going-over before he fucked her. So he began sucking her nipples, sucking on one while tweaking the other with his fingers, to be more precise. He thought he’d got away with a quick peak at Alicia, standing there in all her glory, with her legs slightly apart, waiting for his seven-inch machete, when she told him angrily to focus on his wife, and then asked Jennifer where she might find a robe. When she was told there were some in the changing room, she left her station to put one on. It made little difference to Dean, as he merely tweaked his fantasy to one in which he approached the haughty woman from behind, pulled the white robe off her shoulders, and banged her from behind. They both came within seconds.
Back in the real world, Dean continued his work on his wife’s boobs. Keeping his eyes wide open didn’t prevent him from thinking it was Alicia’s perky tits that were receiving his special treatment. Deciding it was time to pleasure his spouse with his heat-seeking missile, Dean adjusted his position slightly and slid his rampant tool inside her. Jennifer cried out in pain, as she was almost bone dry down there.
“You inconsiderate douche!” shouted Alicia. “Please her orally before you stick your stupid urinary organ in her!”
Dean felt really bad; not because he had caused his wife discomfort but because he had received harsh words from the woman he was going to take to a place she had never been in just a few minutes’ time. Still, he had no choice but to eat out his wife’s box. He parted her labia and got going.
“For God’s sakes, Dean!” Alicia cried. “Show a little finesse. Start by licking her glorious folds, then pause to worship her clitoris, before drinking her free-flowing nectar.”
Dean reckoned she was just a woman and didn’t know what was talking about, but notwithstanding that he did as he was told, licking his wife’s pussy lips with considerable vigour. Finally, Jennifer began to respond, moaning and telling him not to stop.
“I hope Alicia’s listening,” thought Dean. “There’s a lot she can learn from me about pleasing a woman.”
Dean was going to move on to the clitoris stage, but decided that, as he was turning his wife on so much with his skilful tongue, he’d do a few more laps of her fat lips. It obviously worked, as she grabbed his head and locked him in place. Unable to move, he redoubled his efforts, hoping that she’d come, so he could move on to fucking her before taking Alicia upstairs for a long, steamy session. Jennifer wouldn’t play ball, however, deliberately holding back her orgasm, so Dean moved to her clit and began giving that the mother and father of tongue lashings. Her hands, which she had removed when he shifted his focus to her clitoris, returned to hold him in place, this time tighter than ever.
Unbelievably, from Jennifer’s perspective, she realized that she was going to reach orgasm under her husband’s oral administrations for the first time since, well, since he wasn’t her husband. She knew she owed an enormous debt of gratitude to Alicia, but, still, she actually began to wonder if some sort of corner had been turned in her relationship with Dean. She didn’t have a chance to ponder on this further, as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss swept over her.
“Fuck me with your hammer, Dean!” she roared. “Break me into pieces!”
She scarcely knew what she was saying. She could never remember having used that type of language with Dean before. Maybe it was having an audience; or maybe it was the presence of Alicia, acting as part life coach, part psychologist and part sexologist. Whatever it was, it was working. As Dean powered his penis in and out of her, she saw that he was looking at her, and, she felt sure, thinking of her.
“I love you baby,” he said, determined now to bring her off.
He was still a work in progress; the only way he could be sure to keep himself from coming before Jennifer came was not to think of Alicia. This he managed, even if the determination not to think of her made him think of her, of course, and it was touch and go for a while.
Jennifer wasn’t fooled by Dean’s words (she wasn’t sure these days that he was actually capable of love) but it was a step in the right direction. She loved the feel of his thick penis inside her and she felt just about okay about letting him have sex with Alicia later. Actually, it was more that she didn’t want to share him with Alicia than that she didn’t want Alicia to share him with her.
They were both very near coming now. Dean sensed it and powered up one last time, the sweat dropping from his brow in the humid pool area. Drawing on all his experience, he waited until she was losing control before he triggered his own release. For the first time in more than a year, the married couple climaxed together.
At Jennifer’s request, Dean stayed inside her until he came out naturally, when his penis finally contracted sufficiently. He looked eagerly around for Alicia. She was some way off, talking to Daryl, who was now also wearing a robe.
“That’s no way to leave your wife,” she said to him. “Kiss her tenderly – like you mean it.”
The kiss duly completed, Dean stood up and offered a hand to Jennifer, who declined, preferring to see what transpired from the comfort of her mattress. Dean then walked over to Alicia and offered her his hand.
“Shall we take this upstairs?” he said, in a voice that fell somewhere between Cary Grant and Sean Connery.
“Before I even consider accompanying you anywhere (let alone a bedroom, as I believe you are suggesting) it would be necessary that you prove that you are no homophobe, no bigot. You must let Daryl extend the same courtesy to you that you have just extended to Jennifer.”
“Fuck me in the ass?! No way!” said Dean, instinctively covering his limp tool with both his hands.
“Jennifer!” Alicia called to her friend. “Thank you for a lovely time, but Daryl and l must be going now, I’m afraid.”
Then to her husband, “Get dressed, dear. Are you okay to drive? You know how my eyes struggle in the dark.”
Jennifer came over, accepting a robe that Alicia handed her, and began to go through the motions of thanking her guests for coming and hoping that they had enjoyed themselves. Dean watched all this going on around him in some confusion, and when they started to head upstairs to get showered and changed, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Look, it’s so early. We don’t need to pick Dutton up till ten. And we’ve got some dinner prepared for our guests too, haven’t we, darling?”
Dean stopped, expecting Jennifer to support him, but none was forthcoming. He had no choice but to continue.
“Look, maybe I was a bit hasty about rejecting Daryl out of hand. How about I give him a blowjob? It can’t be that hard.”
“Daryl, how do you feel about that suggestion?”
It was Alicia, of course.
“You ask me how I feel. How do you think I feel? He hasn’t changed a bit. Let’s go!”
“Of course, dear,” said Alicia, patting him on the arm. “How insensitive of me. Please forgive me.”
The party (all bar Dean) started to move towards the door leading to the main house. Jennifer already had her hand on the handle when Dean’s plaintive voice rang out.
“Okay! I’ll let him do me as long as I get to have Alicia.”
The party turned as one and looked at Dean with pity mixed with disdain. This time it was Jennifer who spoke.
“I cannot believe that you can speak to our guests like that. That’s nothing short of blackmail, Dean. How low can you get?”
“But, but it’s only fair. He gets me; I get her.”
Jennifer opened the door and the three of them filed out of the room. Still naked, Dean chased after them, driven by his compulsion to fuck Alicia.
“Okay, okay!” he shouted after them.
“How about I let Dean make love to me,” he virtually spat out the disgusting words through gritted teeth, “and if you are pleased with my attitude and performance, you will consider letting me show the same kind of love to Alicia?”
“Ah,” said Jennifer, busily whispering with the other two.
“Alright, Dean,” she continued. “Alicia has agreed, as a special favor to Daryl and to me, that if you show Daryl how much you love him, and how much you esteem the love he has for you, then she will consider letting you worship at the shrine that is her body. That is the deal. Take it or leave it. We need your answer now.”
It was much less than Dean wanted to hear but if he wanted to fuck that little prick tease, he had no choice.
“I agree,” he said.
He followed the others upstairs as they made their way to the various bathrooms, where they would shower. He gathered his clothes and went to the furthest of the bathrooms on that floor, as directed by Jennifer. Daryl was directed to the main guest room, while Alicia followed Jennifer into the bedroom he shared (or had once shared) with his wife and closed the door behind her. He heard the lock turn. As he trudged to the far end of the house, he was tormented by thoughts of Jennifer and Alicia fucking each other once again in the shower. And he not even being allowed to watch!
After showering, Dean, in lieu of anything else to hand, wrapped a towel round his waist and returned to the master bedroom. The women must have still been at it, as the door was still locked. As if from nowhere, Daryl appeared, also clad only in a towel (a pink one, for Pete’s sakes) and joined him at the door.
“Still locked?” he asked, to which Dean merely nodded.
“They need to get a room, don’t they?” said Daryl, laughing at his own joke.
“Should we knock, do you think?” asked Dean, not happy waiting around outside his own bedroom in his own house.
“Not if you want to experience the delights of making whoopie with Alicia,” he replied with a jauntiness that Dean found disagreeable, especially since he was about to be invaded by this man’s cock.
So they waited. And waited.
After a half hour, the door opened and Jennifer, wearing a T-shirt and yoga pants, asked the men, who by this stage were sitting on the floor, to come in. Dean scanned the room for Alicia and found her blow drying her hair at Jennifer’s dressing table. She was wearing a virtually see-through nightdress belonging to Jennifer. Dean couldn’t wait to hold her in his arms and let her feel his massive cock against her flat stomach. He could imagine her guiding him inside her even while they were still standing, such was her burning desire for his woman-pleasing love muscle.
Jennifer told Dean to lose the towel and assume a doggy position on the bed. Having already decided to get the thing over with as quickly as possible, he complied, placing himself on the bed so he could see Alicia. Jennifer was having none of that and immediately told her husband to turn round. Behind him, he could feel the mattress contracting as Daryl got onto the bed. Jennifer must have handed him some lube, as suddenly Dean felt this ice cold finger enter his anus. Dean resisted the impulse to cry out or punch Daryl in the face. Instead, he gritted his teeth and thought of his reward. The Muslim might die in battle and go to heaven and get 70 virgins, but he was going to get Alicia Brady, and he was the one who would be dying happy!
After the finger had probed him for what seemed like an unnecessary length of time, Dean waited anxiously as Daryl lubed up his little fellah. Dean had cause to revise his assessment when the head of Daryl’s penis began to batter its way into his asshole. Daryl had to alter his angle of entry a couple of times until he knew that his rock-hard member had its foot in the door.
“God, how I love these virgins!” he thought to himself.
Once he had established a bridgehead, the next part was much easier. Looking at both his wife and Jennifer on opposite sides of the room, and giving them each a wink, Daryl drove his penis a further inch into Dean. The moment he had been waiting for came earlier than he had been expecting, as Dean moaned softly, as if he was trying to stifle it. Daryl knew his job was to take Dean to such heights that stifling was no longer part of the equation.
Daryl noticed that Dean’s hands were gripping the bedsheet tightly – another sure sign that the homophobe was on the way to embracing gay sex. Perhaps he would swear off women forever; perhaps not. But what was certain was that there would be no turning back for Dean. He would seek out men in bars and gay clubs when the mood took him, start cruising websites and using apps. At the country club, he wouldn’t only be checking out the talent in skirts but also the beefcake in the male locker room. He would become familiar with the local motels – places where he could go and be assured of discretion.
The rest, as far as this evening went, would be easy, but it would still be fun. And he had promised to put on a show for the girls! His hands on Dean’s hips, Daryl pushed his penis forward another inch or two. This time there was no stifled moan, just as Daryl knew there wouldn’t be. Instead, Dean told him to fill his asshole and to fuck him harder. Jennifer put her hand to her mouth in shock, while Alicia smiled a knowing smile.
Daryl eased his penis in further, eliciting no reaction from Dean, then began to pump his cock the full length of his anal passage, at first steadily, then more rapidly. Dean started to grunt in response, then to urge Daryl on to greater efforts. Daryl, who wasn’t really in any need of encouragement, drove his purple dick as hard as he could into Dean’s rectum, aiming for the prostate and finding it unerringly.
“Aw, fuck!” cried Dean, his swollen penis releasing a small amount of milky fluid as he experienced his first prostrate orgasm.
No more than ten seconds later, Daryl let out a piercing scream as his semen shot down Dean’s love tunnel, setting the seal on their union and ushering in a new phase in the life of the man whose hate had turned to love.
As soon as Daryl had withdrawn his penis, Dean collapsed on the bed, emotionally exhausted. His obsession with Alicia, though still palpable, no longer consumed him. Before he made a move to go to the bathroom and clean up, he felt his wife’s smooth hands on his shoulders.
“Well done, darling,” she spoke softly and sincerely. “You have earned your reward.”
“Do you mind?” Dean asked – an unwonted humility in his voice.
“No, dear. How can I? I want to share Alicia with you. She wants to be with you too.”
“Okay,” he said, and wandered off to the bathroom, where he washed up and brushed his teeth.
When he came back, Alicia was lying on the bed in her negligee and a pair of tiny black panties. She was lying on her side, her legs bent at the knee and slightly parted. Both Jennifer and Daryl had left the room.
“Thank you,” he said simply.
Alicia patted the bed beside her. Dean sat beside her, his penis still dormant. She touched it and it started to swell immediately.
“I think you still like women,” she said. “Unless you’re thinking of Daryl.”
“Daryl? Who’s Daryl?” he joked.
She drew him into a kiss.
“You’re all stubbly,” she said.
“I can go and have a quick shave,” he said.
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it,” she said.
They resumed kissing, Daryl placing his hands on her face and lightly tracing the contours of her fine cheek bones. Alicia was more aggressive, letting her hands drop to his ass, her nails digging into his tight buttocks. Still, Dean held himself in check, letting his hands caress her slender neck and slightly bony shoulders.
“Take hold of my tits!” Alicia told him.
He continued to caress her shoulders, then her upper arms, shifting his body slightly so she could feel his adamantine penis probing her abdomen.
“I told you to grab my tits,” she repeated.
She may have been playing games with him, she may not, but it was all the same to Dean. He had a measure of control, at any rate, and he was just enjoying the feeling.
“I thought you found me attractive,” said Alicia, whose finger had found its way to the hole so recently penetrated by her husband.
“You know I do,” he said in a voice barely above a whisper.
He slid down and latched onto one of her conical titties, licking it carefully as if the nipple might vanish if he licked too hard.
“Oh, yes. That’s what I need.”
She moved her body so that she could more easily touch his penis and took it in her long, sinewy fingers.
“Would you like me to give you a blowjob?” she said.
“Just keep touching it for the moment,” he said, before returning to her breasts and giving them the attention he had dreamed so many times of giving them.
And so they languorously continued to get to know their bodies better, each planning how they might be the first to go down on the other. When Dean’s hand broke free and trailed down Alicia’s stomach and over her shaven mons, Alicia accepted that she would be the one to receive pleasure orally first. When Dean’s finger dipped into her pussy, it found it slick with her pussy juices. He withdrew it almost at once and tasted her. It was everything he’d ever dreamed it would be, and more.
Shifting down between her legs, he viewed her beauteous labia – brown and tinged with purple in places – which reminded him of fungus growing on a rotten piece of wood. Others might find the picture odd, even repulsive, but to Dean it was the closest he could come to describing the incredibly intricate folds, with their bumps and hollows.
“Eat me!” said Alicia, clearly unhappy with the time Dean was taking.
“You are so beautiful!” he said by way of response.
“Please, eat -” Alicia never finished her sentence, as Dean’s mouth finally landed on her outer folds.
As soon as he tasted her, he knew that the leisurely pace he had been adopting must be superseded by something more urgent, more animated, more frenzied. But not yet, not quite yet, he urged himself. But it was no good; his tongue was taking instructions from somewhere beyond him, from somewhere outside of himself. Once it had broken through her defences, it ran amok, raiding her gently rolling hills and valleys alike.
“Fuck!” Alicia screamed – so loud that Jennifer and Daryl, drinking tea in the kitchen below could hear her.
Daryl turned to Jennifer and winked at her.
“I’d say that settles it. He’s definitely bi!”
Chapter 39
Two weeks after that momentous visit, Pastor Donaldson announced the elevation of Connor Regan to the position of house-group leader. At the same time, he announced that Mrs Marcia Regan had been anointed as a deaconess, only the second such appointment in the church, following upon his “devoted wife and life partner” Michelle.
The first person to congratulate Marcia was Charlene, who might well under other circumstances have attained that exalted position herself.
“You will be responsible for considerable vetting of the women and girls in the church,” Charlene said with a knowing look. “I am sure you will prove yourself up to the task.”
“I will try my best,” said Marcia demurely, with a downward glance that would have done Princess Diana proud.
“And you,” she continued, “will I trust continue to be a rock for Connor. He receives so much from you.”
“He gives so much too,” said Charlene, an image of him emptying himself inside her coming unbidden to her mind.
Among the first families to be drafted into Connor’s house-group included the Schwartzmans and the Summerbees. Other inductees included a newly arrived family from California and a number of foreign students attending the local college, as well more established members of the church.
Considering the challenges that lay ahead, Connor turned to his wife at home on the evening of Pastor Donaldson’s announcement and expressed doubts as to whether he was up to the task.
“Darling,” replied Marcia, “we are a team, and it is as a team that we shall overcome all the challenges and spread the message of unconditional love.”
“Always remembering that actions speak louder than words,” added Connor.
“Precisely!” said the house-group leader’s wife.
THE END