Little Theater of Sin! Ch. 03

Mrs Greggs was the kind of woman who was even embarrassed about having to pee, much less having to be fucked and filled with cum by a hard dick.

She was currently underneath me, moaning and crying out in a back and forth emotional ping-pong of passion and regret. The regret was pure bullshit, nothing more, nothing but. I had known this woman for years, and she was a classic repressed housewife who had always been a prude and a buzzkill in our little theatrical community. She was a curvy little thing, about 5'5 with with a wide mouth and tiny little eyes. She had a cheap perm that she had been dyeing the same red color since she was 25, though currently her perm was a little messed up from lying on the desk for the last fifteen minutes and having my dick ceaselessly slam in and out of her. I was currently staring down at her breasts, that is as much of her breasts as I could see as she was still wearing her bra and her shirt. The shirt was was unbuttoned, at least. Her 42 D's were being held in fast by an old school brassiere that would have made Mamie Eisenhauer proud. Her skirt was still on her, hiked up tight and firm around her waist. She hadn't even taken off her panties, only pulled them down to her tiny socks and sensible shoes that were still on her feet, her feet that were currently high in the air as I continued to give a hard fuck to this prim and proper housewife pretending she wasn't a desperate slut, which she was.. whenever she was around me, that is.

And no, I'm not Brad Pitt. I've been poisoned with a fuck-drug.

Mrs Greggs had been resisting coming into the theater since Mr Morgan's passing, despite her ever growing need to have contact with a dick and/or tongue that had been infected by the same nefarious drug as herself: the Mastroika weed, which we now just call the Spice. ( Denis Villenueve isn't fit to carry David Lynch's jockstrap, for the record. ) I was now the only guy in town who was also infected. But with a difference! My infection was of lower dosage, and of a variant that would allow the other women infected to gradually come down off the drug. My chemist pal, Dr Rosa, had figured all this out after the schmuck who got all the women hooked, Mr Morgan Morgan (not a typo, he had a double-name) died from a heart attack. I was an actor in the theater Mr Morgan owned when I accidentally found out about the Spice. With Dr Rosa's hard work, I then became the only person who could help these woman avoid heroine-level withdrawal symptoms. Sadly, the only way to apply it was through my dick. (see CHP 1 and 2 of ' Little Theater of Sin!' for more background). Consider yourself caught up, true believer!

"Oh.. God.. I"m so ashamed..." Mrs Greggs lied as she came on my dick for the third time. I slid off the desk to stand on the floor, and held Mrs Greggs' legs by her ankles high up in the air. "No you're not." I shoved my cock back into her. She screamed with pleasure.

"Mrs Greggs, we've never really gotten along." I kept my tone light, and official, like a chat in a business office, even though I was slamming my cock into her all the way to my balls with every stroke, then pulling all the way out, and then slamming it into her again and again

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"You don't like plays with sex in them.", Mrs Gregg's only reply was to scream in pleasure.

"You protested 'revealing' costumes on the Bennington Sisters.", she screamed again as my balls slapped against her ass with an audible 'thwack'.

Even though everyone knows you've been having an affair with Mr Vargas down at the market.", her eyes grew wide and she threw her hand across her forehead in a dramatic gesture worthy of a Old Timey Melodrama. "Oh, how could you..", I shoved my cock back into her. ".... YES! Keep fucking me!", she moaned.

"And you have terrible taste in bras!" This time after plunging deep into her, I kept my dick nestled in her hot pussy, and held her there, pinned to the desk by my cock.

Looking down at this writhing, thick, cul-de-sac denizen, I was struck how sexy I found it that she was half dressed, or half-naked, whichever.... the shirt still draped over her shoulders, the skirt pulled up around her waist, the panties dangling off her ankle, even her everyday boring glasses were a turn on, because they 'weren't' a turn-on. She looked just like I had ripped her clothes off and taken her in an instant with no foreplay whatsoever. Which is exactly what happened! Except she had ripped off my clothes first.

"Oh please, please, don't make me do it on my knees. Please! I just couldn't take the embarrassment of that!", Mrs Greggs bemoaned throbbingly.

Jeeze, what a terrible actor. She just couldn't stop pretending, could she? Well, fine.

I pulled her off the desk and onto the grey carpeted floor, where I did nothing to remove any more of her clothing. I kneeled behind her and pulled her chunky ass up as high as it would go, and then I plunged my cock into her, making her scream again, but this time into the carpet. The change in position was great for us both, as she came pretty quickly and I could feel my own orgasm pending. I kept up a hard pounding of her pussy with no wish whasoever to quit this good hard fuck! I had been walking on eggshells with all these Spice addicted women up to now, trying hard to accommodate their needs, and to be sensitive to this messed up situation; doing everything as they wished. But holy Hunter S Thompson it felt so good just to pound away with good ole' fashioned fucking! Mrs Greggs happened to be one of the women who needed actual sperm to be pumped into her, not just casual contact. And Mrs Greggs was a freak, so that meant I could just relax and saw away like a 70's porn movie! Even if it was a frowsy, hypocritical housewife with her panties around her ankles like Mrs Greggs. Actually, maybe especially because it was Mrs Greggs!

I pulled up on her shirt, which brought her up off of her hands, and used it as a set of reins to help hold her up off the floor. I was ready to cum, and I knew exactly how I wanted to shoot my load into this slutty housewife.

"Oh my God, oh what are you doing to me? Your thing is going so deep! oh don't make me enjoy this, please! OH FUCK YES!" I was holding her arms back behind her and fucking her in an upwards direction, making her entire body bounce with each of my last, final furious thrusts into her. I came hard, but silently, sending a huge load of semen into her needful cunt, making her shake and shiver, like an addict getting her fix, which is exactly what it was. We stayed frozen, locked into each other, until she began to relax, muscle by muscle, and she slowly lowered herself completely to the floor.

I kept silent and let her bask in the relief. I dressed and left the office, and headed to the back to learn my lines for another play. I never heard her leave.

About an hour later Mrs Felicity Johnson and Mrs Veronica Justin came into the theater. They were volunteers who worked the Kids' show, and also happened to be neighbors and best friends. The similarity of their names was only the tip of the iceberg for these housewife pals, who were such Big Time Besties they actually had t-shirts made that said "J 2" (as in J squared--GET IT? yeesh) They both had two kids, a boy and a girl. The both had husbands in the insurance business, they both had sold Herbalife and got out of it, and they lived right next door to each other on El Dorado Boulevard.

"And we are both on the Spice." said Mrs Johnson.

"Yup. The bastard got us." agreed Mrs Justin.

We were in the back room of the theater talking about our predicament. Barbara Schleeger, the older lady with the fantastic pussy control ( from Chp 1), had filled them in on the essentials. I had always felt comfortable with the J Squares, they were classic Neighborhood Moms, the kind of no-nonsense, compassionate people you hope live on your block. Felicity Johnson was a thin lady with prominent cheek bones, full lips and large eyes. She kept her chestnut colored hair in a ponytail which whipped around often with her animated style of conversation. Veronica Justin was a big girl, about the size of Melissa McCarthy in Ghostbusters, and like Melissa she carried herself well and was a basically healthy person. She had curly brown hair that she kept shoulder length, usually pushed back from her forehead with a hair band. She had green, lively eyes and a bright smile which was hard not to return.

"Wow. That makes you ten and you eleven.", I marveled.

"Ten and eleven what?", Felicity asked.

"Ten and eleven of the woman hooked on the Spice."

"Gosh it all to Christ!", Veronica said passionately. "That many!?"

"So far."

"No way. Just no way!" Veronica continued. "Morgan Morgan may have been a goat, but there is no way he could have satisfied that many women."

"Veronica's right. He wasn't that great of a screw."

"Yeah, right!? He always left me wanting."

"Yeah, that's just it. He always left everyone wanting.", I said. "And needing. And lusting for it. And crazy for it. He never even tried to satisfy everyone, he got off on the desperation."

"Lord, what a psycho.", said Felicity.

"But, hey, now it's all up to you, there, right?", asked Veronica with a questioning look. "You up to it, sport?"

"How many have you done so far?", asked Felicity.

"Did you have to do any of them in the butt? I bet you did have do at least one of them in the Butt!", asked Veronica cheerily.

"She loves it in her ass.", Felicity said to me with a laugh.

"Oh, I totally do, but I get why most people don't. My ass is just the kind of ass that is better off with a good hard cock in it now and then."

To hear these everyday housewives just chatting away about anal sex as if it was just another task between doing the laundry and cleaning up the house was... sexy as hell! It seemed that not all housewives were alike.

"Well, so, yeah, I'm the guy..."

"Oh, hey! I saw Mrs Greggs leaving! Did you just do her?", asked Felicity.

I smiled and said nothing.

"I don't think I'd want to fuck her.", said Veronica thoughtfully.

"Right now, I'd fuck a duck, I'm so horny.", Felicity said with a little laugh.

"Oh, me too! But that's the Spice talking, ain't it? I'll bet ole Paul here has at least half a boner just from smellin' all them pheromones, eh Paul? Did I say that right? 'pheromones'?"

"You did, and yes, since you ask, I am sporting a very lovely erection, ta very much!", I said in my best British Gentleman accent, making both the woman laugh. They were suckers for a good accent.

I was so damn comfortable talking to these people that it was hard to remember what we were supposed to be talking about, what we were supposed to be arranging.

"Uh, so, I need to ask, how would you guys feel the most comfortable doing all this? I mean, I'm going to be okay wherever, so I've found it's wisest to just let y'all decide what's best..."

The two J's looked at each other, and the weirdest conversation took place in front of my eyes. Neither woman spoke a single word, but through a series of eyebrow flicks, turns of the head, various maneuvering of the lips and chin a complex series of questions and answers seemed to pass between the two women; it was like watching two baseball coaches have a conversation only with signals. Then they both turned to me an said at the same time, "The kitchen."

"You want to fuck in the kitchen? Whose kitchen?"

"Mine.", said Felicity. "I have a island in the kitchen I've always wanted to be fucked on top of it, like by the grocery delivery boy."

"Which they haven't had in a thousand years.", chided Veronica.

"It's just a fantasy, it's not a real thing. Ooh! Billy Joel song!! Say, Paul, so, could you do that? Maybe come over around 7, and take care of us both?"

I could indeed do that. So I did.

At seven I rang the doorbell at Felicity's place, and she answered with a a big smile and a hug.

"Oh hey, there you are! Right on time, get your keister in here!"

I followed her to the kitchen were Veronica was stirring something delicious in a steaming pot at the stove.

"Hey there, Paul! Glad you're here. Would you like some wine?" Veronica nudged her chin in the direction of a box of cheap rose on the kitchen island.

"No, I'm good... um, what are you cooking?"

"A marinara sauce for tomorrow night. It needs a day to sit for the flavors to really come out."

Felicity came back into the kitchen wearing nothing but panties and a bra. "So Paul, what do you need from us to make all this sex possible and comfortable for you?", she said like she wasn't almost naked.

"Is that a new bra?", Veronica asked.

"Sure is. Got it from that place on the North side." It was a dark blue satin bra with a low cup, that let a lot of Felicity' smallish boobs pooch out. I was ogling her long, almost lanky sides, which reminded me of the Russian olympic pole vaulters I used to troll online.

"The color suits you.", I told her.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I really just need you to fuck me. I've been so fucking horny all goddamned week and now that you are in front of me, I don't think I can even keep up with with any kind of witty banter, which I'm usually good at but not right now, okay?" All that came out in a torrent of words, at the end of which she hopped up onto the kitchen island, and pulled me in close to her. She started unbuckling my belt and undoing my fly. I did nothing to resist. I had been half-hard since this afternoon when these two innocent looking suburban ladies were talking about how they liked to treat a cock. And now? Fucking a dirty housewife in her own kitchen?! Fuck yes! Another fuck-bucket list item scratched off!

"Oh goodness, J, shouldn't you give his cock a tickle or a kiss or something? I mean he just got here!", chastised Veronica, still stirring her sauce.

Felicity's face was hard with intensity. "I think this man is already hard as a rock." She reached in and got a hold of my dick. "Ooohhh, yes! It certainly is!"

"Yeah? It is a good one?, asked Veronica.

"Yes indeedy-do!" I was standing between Felicity's open legs as she stroked my cock with both of her hands. "It's longer than Don's and thicker than Jerry's." She said softly, her eyes glued to my dick. I followed her eyes down and actually I was a little impressed as well, which then made me confused. It looked bigger. I swear it did. My dick has always been a healthy 7- 8/15' long with a sold thickness, but I was pretty sure I was currently sporting something over 8', and thicker as well. The fuck?

"Lemme take a quick gander." Veronica came over, sauce spoon in her hand, to peek at my dick. "Oh yeah, that's gonna do just fine. Whew. I'm going to have to work to get that in me!"

"And speaking of, let's get that in me right now!", Felicity said through gritted teeth. She laid back stripped off her panties and used her feet to pull me in. I took my dick and laid it on top of her pussy, and used the tip to tease at her clit, rubbing it up and down as I moved the shaft of my dick along her wet snatch. Felicity hissed with pleasure as I kept fucking her clitoris, my hands massaging her slender thighs as they wrapped themselves around me.

"If you don't put that thing in me right now, I'm going to freak the fuck out!", Felicity yelled, bringing a laugh from Veronica over at the Stove. I tried to gently and gradually put my cock in her, but as soon as the head of my cock was at the entrance of her pussy, her legs took over and pulled me in with an irresistible force. She shrieked, and arched her back as my cock filled her pussy. Her legs kicked at me like a horse, and I started to thrust my cock in and out of her hairy vagina, my hands gripping her ass and the entire island shaking with the pounding of my body into hers. Veronica was still slowly stirring the sauce, but she was turned toward us and watching every move we made. Her free hand was softly caressing her own breast, in a manner that seemed unconscious, an automatic response from the effect of seeing her lingerie-clad housewife pal laid out in her kitchen and having a big dick shoved in and out of her pussy. My eyes went back and forth from Felicity's naked ecstatic squirming to Veronica's still clothed curvy body and her sexy eyes watching us make love next to spices, spatulas and breadboxes.

Veronica looked up to catch me staring straight at her face. She was breathing heavily, and she started to squeeze her breasts harder, mashing her fingers into the soft, supple flesh. Holding her gaze I told her, "I'm going to fuck you next, Veronica. I can't wait to fuck you."

"You... need to... finish fucking.... me first.", said Felicity.

"Oh, don't you worry about that." I picked up the pace and began to jackhammer fuck Felicity's pussy.

"OHHHHH GOD!", She screamed as I relentlessly pounded at her cunt, knocking over the spice jars on the island. Her legs went limp as she came, and I took a hold of her ankles and held her legs high in the air. I laughed with joy as I flashed back to this morning, when I was fucking Mrs Greggs in exactly this same position, but in an entirely different way.

"Oh shit, it's so good, so fucking good!", Felicity yelled.

"I love fucking an innocent little housewife. And I've always wanted to fuck the two of you." I told them both as I continued to furiously thrust in and out of Felicity's pussy.

"Which one of us the most?" Asked Veronica.

"Y'all are a package deal to my mind." I moved my hands down to Felicity's ass and picked her up off the island a few inches to change the angle of my my cock. As my dick thrust itself into her it found new places to touch, to fill, to delight. She gasped and gulped and came almost immediately. Holding her above the surface of the island like that, I kept at it, doing everything I could to give her the fuck of a lifetime. Her mature, lithe body looked so sexy stretched across the marble surface. Her skin was glistening with sweat as she moved with my fucking, almost like a dancer. Felicity's eyes were shut and her head was lolling back and forth helplessly as I kept fucking her into a state of total submission.

Over at the stove, the other Mrs J was getting desperate from witnessing her friend's rapture. "Please hurry." Said Veronica. " I can't stand it... for much longer. I need it so bad, so fucking bad... oh shit..." Veronica's mouth was hanging open and she was grabbing at her tit now, pinching at her hidden nipple, barely able to keep the spoon in the sauce pan going. Her housewife cool was fading away into a Spice driven lust, a lust which I also felt coursing through my veins. Then I recalled I had forgotten to ask an important question.

"Oh shit, who gets the cum?" I growled. Both women look confused. "Did Morgan cum in you both? Or just one...? What did he do.. ungh... GOD I LOVE FUCKING A HOT HOUSEWIFE IN HER KITCHEN..." I screamed out of pure impulse. I took a breath. Trying to keep the pace of my penis pummeling Felicty while thinking and talking was taking some effort, but I managed. "How did Morgan fuck you, to make you feel better?"

Veronica's eyes were huge. "He'd cum in J and then fuck me in the ass."

"And that would... ungh, ungh, ungh... satisfy you? Just a fuck.. ungh, ungh, ungh, no cum?"

Veronica was breathing heavier, and clearly also having trouble focusing. "yeah.. it would.. " Her eyes were glued on Felicity, who was barely aware of her surroundings. "Are you going to cum in her now?", Veronica asked me.

"Yes." An impulse entered my head. "But not until you tell me to cum." I smiled wide as her eyes got even wider. Our eyes stayed locked as I kept fucking her best friend. I had put Felicity back down on the island, and was holding her thighs close to me, keeping my cock deep, so deep in this Hot Mom's pussy.

"Please!", begged Felicity. " I need his cum! Tell him to cum in me!"

"Really? You want his cum?", teased Veroncia.

"YESSSS!"

"Paul ..... cum in her."

I let out a roar and thrust into her two, three, four times and then came as promised. Oh dear god!! That amazing Spice orgasm! That scintillating sensation that travels from your crotch to all over your body and back again! Felicity came with me and we shook and trembled in each other's arms as I struggled to stay standing. After a minute or so, I looked up to see Veronica still stirring the sauce, looking disappointed.

"Wow." Was all I could think to say, as I slowly pulled my softening dick out of Felicity, who was blissfully grinning and totally out it, curled up on the island like it was the most comfortable bed in the world.

"That was amazing.", said Veronica. "And I guess, that means.... so, I guess you don't have much left to.." She was turned away, stirring the sauce. I went over to the oven. "Mrs J, I'm on the spice as well. And, I'm also taking certain supplements to help me be more... vigorous." I got in close behind her, and put my arms around her waist, fondling her sides and legs, pressing my body into her curvy ass. She pressed back. "I'm going to fuck you, Mrs. J. Just like I said I would."

I reached down and took a hold of her shirt and pulled it up and off of her body, working the sleeve around the hand still holding the stirring spoon. She was wearing a sports bra that pressed her 40 D cup tits in tight. While she still faced the oven to keep stirring the sauce, I pulled the sports bra down, and tucked it into itself, feeing her ample tits and giving them a bit of a shelf with the bra's elastic. My hands roamed all over her chest, softly stroking and also fiercley grabbing, none of which she protested.

"Damn, you're a real tit chick, aren't you?"

"Tits and ass. That's me. You can't play with my tits enough!"

"I'm going to have to put that to a test someday. But not today. I have other things on my my mind. Give me that spoon." She turned, and looking up into my eyes gave me the sauce-dripping spoon. "Get on your knees.", I told her. As she slowly descended to the floor her eyes staying glued to mine. "Get me hard with your mouth while I stir your sauce."

"Oh shit...", she helplessly exclaimed as her body trembled. And somehow I knew that it was the 'stir your sauce' that had turned her on. I think these ladies had a... what would you call it? A kitchen fetish...?

"When you get it hard, I'm going to fuck you while you cook over this stove."

Veronica lunged onto my cock, gobbling and slurping at it like a demon. I kept stirring the sauce, as I promised her, and she kept sucking my cock as I did. She was still in her pants and shoes as she kept working my dick, which was getting harder by the second. Veronica started to work my balls with one hand while jacking off the base of my shaft with the other while keeping the head of my dick in her mouth. Good lord! Where did these women learn how to be such good cocksuckers?! It wasn't too long until my dick was hard again, and thirsty for some housewife ass.

"Let's get you up and back to your sauce, Mrs J.", I lifted her up to her feet and gave her back the spoon. I knelt behind her and took off her shoes, one by one. Then I slowly pulled her pants off, kissing her on every bit of soft skin that my lips happened to pass. Her panties came next. I was kneeling behind her, my face right behind the center of her ass cheeks as I pulled those tight red panties off that round, fuckable ass and all the way off her body. I leaned in and gave her clean, delicious asshole a kiss. And a lick. I then stood up. There was no time for salad, the sauce needed stirring.

"Does the chef have a preference for which oil to use?"

She reached up into a nearby cabinet, grabbed a jar and handed it to me. "Coconut oil. All natural." Her voice was thick with feeling. "Please... please fuck me, fuck me at my stove."

I slathered a dollop of the coconut oil on my dick and positioned myself right behind her, as she she kept stirring her sauce. When my cock started to enter her sphincter, she cooed out a low moan, and her legs bucked a bit. She could already feel, even from such a small amount of contact, the relieving effects of the Spice.

"You're still stirring the sauce, right?", I asked her.

"Yes... Yes, YES!", was all she could manage to say. I pushed in deeper, and deeper. Man, what a feeling! Every inch felt like a silk tunnel. Her ass was tight, and it gripped me hard but not painfully so.

When I was about half in I asked her, "Can I go deeper?" My voice was soft, I was almost too turned on to talk at all.

"Yes... Do it. Do it!" she cried, still stirring the sauce.

So with I grunt I pushed the rest of my fat cock into her ass and she groaned in appreciation and pushed herself back toward me, getting me even further into her! I ground my pelvis into her soft, plump ass, stirring her insides with my cock, just like she was stirring the sauce. Barely pulling out two inches, I kept most of dick nestled inside her, filling her as deeply as I could, while giving her a gentle consistent fuck. She kept a constant babble of approving words and noises as I fucked her housewife ass.

A timer over the stove dinged. Veronica turned off the stove's burner and then put a lid on the pot. Without turning around, she said, "The sauce is done."

I pulled my cock almost all the way out of her, and then pushed it all the way back in with ease, and then I began to fuck Mrs J's ass like an animal. My fingers dug into her ass as she began to scream with pleasure. Her hand dropped to her pussy, and she began to play with her clit. I felt a hand snake around me to caress my chest, and then a warm body press itself behind me. It was the other Mrs J. She was running her hands all over me as I kept my relentless assault on Veronica's ass. Then she reached out, while still behind me, and started to massage and grab Veronica's ass. Now there were four hands wandering those magnificent buttocks, and Veronica reacted immediately by cumming like a fright train!

Carefully, Veronica slipped back down to her knees, my cock popping out of her ass. Felicity joined her on the floor, and helped her to sit up, so that both of them were now looking my dick in the face.

"Shall he show him?", Veronica asked her sweaty, slender best friend.

"I think so.", said Felicity.

Veronica smiled and slipped her mouth over the head of my cock and begin to swirl her tongue inside her mouth at a speed that was incredible!

"What the fuck!" was all I could utter at the sensation.

"Hold on.", said Felicity, who then got a little underneath me, somehow got both my balls into her mouth and then started jacking off the shaft of my cock.

"GAAAAAHHHNnnnnyaaakk!"

It was, without doubt, the silliest sound I had ever made. It took about three seconds of this ball-sucking, shaft-pulling and cock slurp-swirling for me to have an orgasm so intense as to produce the previous Extremely Silly Sound. I was agog at the orgasm these two women had forced out of my dick. And 'forced' is the word. There was no choice, it was like a wrestlers' finishing move. Slurp, suck, twist, CUM! Dingdingding! That's all she wrote, ladies and Gentlemen!

"That's our specialty.", I heard Felicity say just before I collapsed on the floor. The two J's joined me down there for a bit, enjoying the cool tile on our warm skins. After a few minutes of recovery, the two Mrs J's bounced up and got dressed. I was a little slower to recoop. But after some of Mrs J's poundcake and a cup of Lavender tea, I was right as rain and able to head home for a good night's sleep.

But I didn't sleep well at all. There were now eleven women on the Spice that I had to ---not just was able to-- but HAD to, have sexual contact with. And the way things were going, these eleven weren't the only ones. There had to be more.

But how many? Out loud in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, I did my best Captain Kirk, 'How many.. Just... How many, Spock?!"

That night, I did not dare to count sleep to try to fall asleep. And as my eyes stayed open with worry, I held on to the comforting thought that at least I wasn't in Shreveport.