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Chapter 4 My Buddy Alice
“Isn’t that the most beautiful sight you ever did see,” whispered Alice looking lovingly at Agent Tyson sprawled across my couch in the Entertainment Center? She actually sighed like a love sick school girl.
Agent Magnuson had instructed me to call her by the first name. “Call me Alice. Agent Magnuson is too formal for someone whose tongue has been up my ass,” was how she delicately phrased it. Her attitude toward me had softened during two hours of lesbian sex followed by a night of sleeping curled up like two kittens. I was too scared of the crazy bitch not to humor her. And oddly enough I’d come to have a small advantage over her.
She had been nicer in the shower, filling the enema bag with warm water, emptying a foil packet of cleansing powder into the bag and shaking it. All the while, I was huddled on the floor holding my guts and trying to deal with the pain of having a rectum full of alcohol-based mouth wash.
Alice applied a lubricant to my chemically tortured anus, inserted he nozzle, and released the clamp, allowing the liquid to soothe my bowels. Relief was pretty much immediate.
“Those Langley spooks are clever. It hurts like hell but it’s over when you wash it out and you’re good for another round of persuasion,” said Alice.
I could see her point although it would only take one Listerine enema for me to tell all I knew. The pain was unbearable.
“It’s much better,” I said using the shower to wash the vomit and piss out of my hair while holding onto the contents of my bowls. My pussy felt raw from its pummeling by Agent Tyson’s mega-cock. I had truly been
“tysoned.”
I was hunched over, doing everything humanly possible to keep my asshole from leaking when Alice revealed she had a fetish that was frowned upon by an overwhelming percentage of the planet’s population. “You won’t think I’m some kind of weirdo if I ask you to do something?” said Alice as she sat down on the shower floor.
Our home was a custom build and we put a lot of money into the master bedroom suite and the bath in particular. The shower stall could easily accommodate several people; however up to this point it had only been Dan and me. There were shower heads on three walls and the builder had engineered the water pressure accordingly. Our water bill reflected their output.
Her pistol was outside the shower with her clothes but I wasn’t going to argue. “Sure, what is it?” And for that matter, I try to keep an open mind about other people’s sexual practices.
“Let go on my face,” said Alice who was now lying on her back with her mouth open.
I was having increasing difficulty keeping my sphincter closed. My arms were holding my abdomen, trying to control the pain. Cramps were racking my innards to the point it felt like my guts were moving around inside me like a python on a hot stove. Still it struck me as too perverted even for the progeny of that super fag, J. Edgar Hoover. “You sure,” I asked? “I’m a mess inside.” It felt like the contents of all fourteen feet of my large intestine were going to burst out at once.
“Just do it, please. Squat down so you’re closer to my mouth. I’ve been a bad girl, Mommy, and I want you to punish me,” said Alice in a pleading little girl voice. Her fingers were working her pussy. I could hear her rings clinking together. She had become very aroused at the prospect.
Why not, I decided as I performed a deep knee bend that left my butt hole inches above her head. Alice’s placed her hands on my buttocks to line up my asshole and her mouth before whispering, “Go ahead, Mommy. Shit on your baby girl, Alice. She’s been bad.”
I won’t describe what happened. It’s too disgusting. Other than to say that Agent Tyson’s Listerine enema had loosened up the contents of my GI tract and everything came out in a rush. Alice climaxed as I buried her head in a deep pile of loose shit. I can’t talk about what her mouth was busily doing under that pile. Her orgasm lasted a surprisingly long time. The odor was appalling. The shower smelled like a feed lot. I was in shit up to my ankles. Still, it fell good to evacuate my colon; even if it ended in the type of fart that made you wonder if you had been storing up methane for a couple of months.
After I was empty and she ceased flopping about like a landed lake pike, she wiped her eyes out, gave my sphincter an appreciative kiss, and told me I had done a great job. She also asked for my silence. “That was incredible, the best I ever experienced. I really got off. But please don’t ever tell Larry. He’d big mouth it to everyone in our unit and they’d tease me for months,” said Alice using one of the handheld showers to wash the crap off.
Letting your co-workers find out you get off on role playing your mother having a loose bowel movement in your mouth is probably not good for your career in criminal justice; but I had no reason to tell Larry that Alice was a twisted perverted fetishist who needed therapy. No doubt he already knew it.
After we managed to hose the shit down the drain, we washed each other’s hair like we were old girl friends. Alice got very sweet and loving and kept calling me, “Mommy.” When we got out of the shower, I found her a spare tooth brush and handed her a half empty bottle of Listerine. I told her to brush carefully for Mommy; so her breath didn’t smell like shit.
I thought that once we were cleaned up, we would rejoin Agent Tyson but Alice had other ideas. “Let’s get in bed, Mommy. I need a cuddle.” What followed were a couple of hours of intense girl on girl sex followed by our falling asleep until the next morning.
“Let me get you off, Mommy. You haven’t come yet,” said Alice as we climbed on my bed. They say perverts are made not born, and it appeared Alice’s mother did a bang up job. Little Alice attacked her Mom’s pussy like it was pure heaven, making little girl sighs between long slow licks that traveled between by clit and my anus. I relaxed and went with the flow.
I am not a lesbian but I experienced lesbian sex in the Marines and the occasional girl at a party when I was in college. I prefer men but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy both. Fat little Alice proved to be a talented rug muncher who go me off in no time. She had me writhing around on the bed, screaming, “Eat that fucking pussy, you little bitch,” and other obscenities as her mouth and fingers worked my orifices.
After I recovered my breath, we went into sixty nine with me on top, Thank God.
At some point, Alice felt the need to accessorize, “Where are your toys, Mommy?”
“Here, sweetheart,” I answered opening the top drawer of my night table. Dan’s frequent overnight business trips had led me to purchase a large assortment of marital aids off the Internet. It was either that or accept my friend Jill’s invitation to accompany her to one of several meat markets where she allowed men to pick her up and fuck her brains out. Per Jill, if we did not find a satisfactory fuck buddy, we would do each other.
According to Jill, her husband, Lenard, knew all about her forays and approved them with the proviso she describe to him in detail exactly what transpired. They’d been married sixteen years. I attributed their aberrant behavior to boredom. My views of marriage precluded adultery with either sex. But since I was now a widow, the bar had been reset.
“You got quite a collection, Mommy. Make your baby girl come,” said Alice handing me a tube of Wet, an inflatable butt plug, and a bright pink dildo that vibrated and had a clit stimulator. She rolled over onto all fours presenting me with her rear end. I applied the Wet then inserted the butt plug and gave it a few pumps.
“Work it in and out, Mommy. Your little Alice loves it when you do my bottom,” said Alice maintaining her little girl voice. Having a two hundred plus pounds twenty-something female speaking in baby talk could have been a cause for laughter. I had to remind myself that not half an hour ago, she was holding a pistol to my head while she attempted to drown me in piss and vomit while her partner fucked me.
I slowly eased the plug in and out her sphincter as I kissed her buttocks and played with her pussy. I kept squeezing the bulb inflating the plug until it was wedged in place. After a decent interval during which Alice moaned so loudly I wondered why Agent Tyson didn’t come to see what was happening, I move to the next phase. I used my fingers to loosen up her vagina, applied Wet, and inserted the pink dildo.
“Fuck me harder, Mommy,” said Alice pushing back to bury the dildo in her pussy. That was followed by, “Spank me, Mommy. Spank me. I’ve been bad. I let Mike put his cock in my little pussy.” I was all too happy to oblige delivering hard open palm swats that turned her bottom the same shade as the dildo. Obviously, Alice had serious family issues; but I decided to play along.
It was time for my stern Marine technical sergeant voice. “You little slut, did you suck his cock after I told you not to.” I followed that up with a rain of butt slaps that left my hand tingling.
“He made me do it, Mommy,” said Alice starting to blubber. “It was so big.”
We continued on in that vain with Alice revealing more acts of incest and me responding with more slaps. It turned out Mike was her older brother. Alice’s eyes rolled back in her head when she hit the big “O”. She managed to force the butt plug out like it had been shot from a cannon.
Silly me thought that was the end of girl sex but Alice was just getting started.
“What else you got” asked Alice opening another drawer of my bed table. “Cool,” she exclaimed upon discovering the pair of weighted nipple clamps I’d bought a year ago. I mistakenly thought it might be fun or at least stimulating. I kept them on for all of five seconds before I jerked them off almost taking my nipples with them.
“You need a pump and suction cups to make these really hurt,” said Alice stretching her nipple out, giving it a twist, and releasing the clamp. The woman was a pain slut
After a loud hiss of agony, she whispered, “Nice,” then did the other nipple. Watching made my tits hurt. It takes a twisted mind to confuse pain and pleasure.
“Use this,” said Alice handing me the strap on dildo I had bought at Dan’s request. Every couple has its secrets. About two months ago, I had complained to Dan about his lack of interest in sex. I was tactful about it, suggesting I was the problem not him. You know how men are if someone questions their swordsmanship. I loved Dan and miss him greatly but he wasn’t that exciting in bed. After the first year of marriage, sex became less frequent. Masturbating while watching porn became our substitute for intercourse.
Since I was trying to get pregnant, I broached the topic and he surprised me by shyly admitting that strap on sex appealed to him. It struck me as a little gay; but I didn’t want to appear judgmental so I ordered several styles and sizes from the Internet.
It did revive our sex life to the point that after I plowed Dan’s ass, he would mount me and finish in my pussy after which I would slip off the bed into a shoulder stand to aid Mother Nature. However, I did not get pregnant.
“Let’s go for the big one,” said Alice replacing the eight inch dildo mounted on the harness with the largest one, a ten inch monster that was thick as my forearm. It was covered with raised nodules and was named, “The Punisher,” according to the packaging.
Alice rolled back on her all fours to allow gravity to work on the nipple clamp weights. Thank God, she’d dropped the stupid role play.
“I am your slut bitch. Now fuck the shit out of me,” demanded Alice.
I had taken a lot of punishment from first Sergei et al and now the FBI, so this was a chance for a little payback. I got into a crouch over Alice pink bottom, positioned the realistic flared mushroom head of the monster dildo at her opening then grabbed a handful of her hair yanking her head back. I rammed it home. When the dildo hit bottom, Alice buried her face in a pillow to muffle her scream.
I rode the fat cunt hard holding onto her hair with one hand while the other worked its way inside her anus. The inflatable plug had loosened her hole and I was able to get most of my hand inside on the first try. I added more Wet and found myself wrist deep. I pushed in several inches thinking Alice would protest but I was wrong.
“Deeper,” she begged. “And make a fist.”
My hand could feel the dildo as it traveled up her birth canal and bounced off the wall of her cervix. She screamed each time it hit but in spite of everything I sensed she enjoyed it. It was the kind of brutal fucking only a masochist would love. I’d had a few of those back in my military career when we returned from a patrol that had taken casualties. When you’ve seen your buddies blown away, you want to fuck somebody and let the anger and rage out. Once, after a bloody encounter in a booby trapped alley, my squad leader let the survivors take out their frustrations on me and another female soldier. It was like they were trying to kill me with their dicks. But that was combat fucking for the Corps and somehow different.
I settled into a rhythm of fisting her ass and dildo fucking her pussy. Her hand worked her clit to another world rocking climax. We were both covered in sweat when I collapsed onto the bed.
Alice removed her nipple clamps, wrapped her arm around me and promptly fell asleep. I was too exhausted to do anything other than join her. It was almost ten o’clock in the morning when we woke. That was when we found Agent Tyson.
He was asleep, buck naked, and holding his spent cock in one hand. There were splashes of dried semen on his thigh and the arm of my Italian leather sofa. Our fifty four inch flat screen high definition television had “Anal Debutantes No. 12” queued up, waiting for him to press the play button. Apparently, he had found Dan and my porn collection and helped himself. A half eaten sandwich was resting on a plate. Several empty beer bottles were making water stains on my mahogany occasional table. Doesn’t the FBI know what a coaster is for?
“Morning sluts, how about a BJ to start the day off right?” said Agent Tyson awakening at our arrival. He stretched and fisted his cock as he spoke.
“You get it Marnie. I’ll fix the coffee,” said Alice immediately leaving for my kitchen.
I wasn’t in the mood to suck his or anybody’s cock but I didn’t have a choice.
“You got some pretty decent porn,” said Agent Tyson as I knelt on the floor between his legs and reached for his cock. It smelled of urine, sweat, and dried semen. But after all I’d been through it didn’t strike me as any big deal. He found the remote and started the DVD. On screen, two overly augmented porn stars were working on a cock that was smaller than the one I had in my mouth.
It had been my experience that men come quickly in the morning and Agent Tyson was no exception. By the time, Alice showed up with a tray of steaming coffee cups, I had a mouthful of semen that needed washing down.
“I need a shave and shower. You still got your husband’s shaving stuff?” said Agent Tyson standing.
“Yes, it’s on the right side of the vanity,” I said.
“What are you going to do with me,” I asked Alice after he left.
“My partner has a DVD he wants you to watch,” said Alice.
“Why?” I asked.
“It illustrates what will happen to your ass if you don’t come up with the twenty million your old man stole from Uncle Sam,” said Alice.
“I don’t know anything about twenty million,” I said.
“Then I guess you’re going to end your days in the Spa. You got the fixings for pancakes? I saw some blueberries in the fridge. I’m hungry for blue berry pancakes,” said Alice getting up.
“Yes, I have pancake batter,” I said following her into the kitchen.
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