Hornmanji Pt. 01

Literotic asexstories – Hornmanji Pt. 01 by Emilymcplugger,Emilymcplugger
LET’S PLAY A LITTLE GAME

“Selective Treasures,” I read out-loud as I looked at the sign. “What an unusual name for a thrift store.”

“It might be worth looking in,” my wife Amy helpfully suggested as we hovered undecided outside. The two of us had decided to venture out for the day and had happened across a very small village of twenty, maybe thirty cottages in pretty much the middle of nowhere called Lakeview Solace. It had a post-office, a cute little pub, a very old-looking bank, a school, a corner shop and this unusual oddity.

We wandered over to the window and stared inside and our curiosity grew even further due to the oddities on display. There was an ancient globe but all the place names were from colonisation times, a golly was looking out on another shelf, a video box-set of the seventies comedy “Mind your Language” and a three foot, slender, wooden carving of a tribal warrior all increased the sense of otherworldliness.

“Weird display to entice people,” I observed as both of us gazed at the display, but, I had to admit I found the African tribal figure intriguing, and I could see Amy was drawn to the golly.

“There might be something fun inside. Besides we could do to find something for the dinner party,” Amy replied, and she was right. We were hosting two other married couples in a week’s time at our house and it had become tradition for the host to bring something unusual each time to make things more interesting, due to Elias’ habit (much to his wife’s disdain) of purchasing items that soured the mood. One time he’d brought a spicy chilli chocolate that no-one could eat and another time a sauce that ruined the meal and left everyone hungry. From this the tradition was born for hosts to provide the interesting tidbit, prop or souvenir and now it was our responsibility.

In the store were stuffed birds, old mirrors, darkly varnished furniture that seemed weirdly foreboding, a monkey’s paw, cutlery sets that appeared to be wedding gifts (unwanted), actual Humpty from the TV show Play School and a selection of very old Games, including earlier versions of Ker-Plunk, Crossfire, Tank Battle, Tin Can Alley and a wooden box on top of all of them that was covered in dust, even though everything else around it seemed relatively tidy and clean. I picked up the box and brushed away the dust so I could see what the cover looked like.

“HORNMANJI: A game for adventurous couples. 2-6 couples,” my wife read the cover over my shoulder. “What do you think it means?”

“I don’t know. Do you think we’re adventurous?” I asked her, just about to pop it back on top of the other games.

“Very much so,” Amy replied with a serious expression. “Do you not remember last month when we went to BINGO on a whim?”

I thought back to that night. Boy, were we such wild and crazy kids back then in the yesteryear that was last month?

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I replied as I remember how fun and daring we were. “I won FIVE pounds that night as well”.

“Yeah, but it cost us six pound per person entrance fee,” Amy pointed out, creating a little bit of a sour note, but this was only a game. I doubted there’d be any price to pay here. I went to the counter where an older gentleman with silver hair, a dark grey three-piece suit and a crooked smile tilled it up for me on an old-timey cash register.

“Nine pounds ninety nine, please?” the somewhat sinister shop owner stated.

“Do you take Apple Pay?” I asked. The man looked at me like I had just taken a dump in the middle of his store, before he reached down and brought out a scanner. I placed my phone near it and the device gave its merry BIP, before I put it back in my jacket and picked up my prize.

“Have fun,” the shopkeeper advised, although for some reason it felt his words were more like an order and a little like a warning.

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I stared at the myriad of vegetables before me, shallots, spring onions, pak choi, mushroom, tomatoes, peppers, chilli peppers, potatoes and garlic and realised I was in for a Hell of a lot of chopping. My wife Amy was upstairs beginning the three hours of preparatory work of getting ready whereas I would need only forty minutes at most, such was the disparity between the different sexes’ standards of beauty. As a married man I knew better than to ask about the differences.

“Okay, veggies. Let’s not make this any more painful than it needs to be,” I advised my multi-coloured collection of edible plants. I grabbed a large spud that I was about to chop into cubes and odd end bits and brought my knife in for four quick chops to split it into five levels.

Chop!

Chop!

CHONG!

I looked about me as the last chop sounded like a cross between a drum and a thunder-clap. I was no longer in the kitchen but in an outdoor setting. In front of me was a fire, I looked about my person and my clothing had gone save a cloth around my waist. On my right was someone I knew in similar garb, my friend Elias, his belly protruding above his cloth with it under the material like an old man’s pants. To my left was another friend Will in identical get-up looking skinnier than me with war paint or something else smeared across his torso. I stared out past the flames and I could make out a number of women, half-naked to the waist, with the one across from me being my wife Amy.

Chop!

I stared down at the chopping board and I was right back in the kitchen. The darkness of the tribal gathering replaced by fading afternoon light. My first worry was that I’d accidentally chopped my own fingers off but this was not the case. I had to swing my head around the room to make sure I was definitely back home in my own kitchen. I marched to the hallway and shouted up to Amy.

“Hey! Everything okay?”

“Uh-huh!” Amy yelled down over the sound of her hairdryer. I raised my eyebrows dismissively of my bizarre vision. I picked up a layer of potato and began to chop this into four.

Chop!

Chop!

CHONG!

There was no mistaking it this time. I was back around the tribal fire, staring out at my topless wife. I licked my lips as my eyes roved over her body, hips wide, a tiny waist and a chest you could play bongos on, not that I ever did. On Amy’s frame this all looked in superb proportion and my body couldn’t help but respond to the sight before me, however I then noticed movement either side of her, more topless female flesh.

Chop!

“Mother-fucker!” I whispered beneath my breath. I didn’t know what was occurring but every third best of my knife it echoed out like a drum-beat and the fourth stroke would bring me back. This time I needed no convincing to keep chopping, but I figured it made sense to do it a lot slower. I grabbed another layer of potato but slowed down the slicing.

Chop! One…two…three.

Chop! One…two…three.

CHONG!

This time I adjusted far quicker to the environment, noting my wife’s relevant position in front of me, but now I could concentrate on the other topless figures either side of her. On one side was another woman I recognised straight away, it was Elias’ wife Emma, standing slightly smaller than my wife. Emma had slightly larger proportions and so seemed to have an almost dumpy shape, her long blonde wavy hair in stark contrast to Amy’s red hair, she possessed the same wanton look as Amy too, a brazen stare as though she was deliberately on display and very much enjoying it, gazing at us under her brows like she was assessing us as much as we were her. I then moved my eyes to my wife’s left and saw another woman I recognised…it was my friend’s wife, Wendy. She was taller than Amy and Emma with straight black hair and more slender than both women, stood with her shoulders back, her eyes filled with the same intoxicating lust that we all seemed to be consumed by. I took a step nearer the fire and…

Chop!

“Oh man,” I muttered into the air. I was starting to become extremely aroused by these flourishes in another land and another time. I found my breath coming in shorter bursts as the scenario played out with increasing intensity. I took another layer of spuds and began the process again.

Chop! One…two…three…four.

Chop! One…two…three…four.

CHONG!

I took a further step towards the fire, expecting my wife to do the same, but it wasn’t Amy that moved forwards, it was Emma, the two of us seeming like we were being pulled towards each other through some unknowing force. I glanced either side of Emma as we moved towards each other and could see three more women on either side of the three I already knew, but my eyes right now were drawn to Emma’s shapely form heading towards me, my loin cloth tenting in response to her buxom body, my eyes coveting her delicious form, my body responding even more as her hands touched my chest, her breasts just beneath her hands pressing against my body, their warmth setting ablaze deep inside me, till I sensed movement around me and…

Chop!

“Son-of-a-bitch,” I mumbled as yet another potato level got chopped. I grabbed another spud urgently and placed it on the chopping board.

Chop! One…two…three…four…five.

Chop! One…two…three…four…five.

CHONG!

I turned to face the movement as Emma rubbed her body against mine, it was Will on my left walking around the fire and embracing my wife Amy, her arms flung around his narrow shoulders as she squeezed her body up against his lean torso, their lips pressing together instantly as the two of them gyrated their hips against each other, dry-humping frantically. I returned my attention back to the delightful blonde rubbing against herself against me, Elias’ wife Emma.

“So what’s a pretty girl like you doing at a tribal gathering like this?” I asked as our faces came ever closer.

“Waiting for you,” Emma replied before her mouth met mine, her tongue gently pushing forward her hands sliding up my pecs and moving around my neck, her hips grinding against my length as we moved against each other, my hands quick to her backside forcing her hips against my tool, my own tongue surging outward to mash against hers. For a moment I opened my eyes and was shocked to see Elias with his head at Wendy’s tit, his lips around the nipple as he sucked hungrily on the end, Wendy with her head back and all clothes off, her hand reaching out and tugging on his rod as he also stood minus any garments. I moved my eyes to try and spot my wife and the others with us but…

Chop!

“You gotta be kidding me,” I breathed as I stared at the chopped-chip shapes. I grabbed another plane of potato and counted out again.

Chop! One…two…three…four…five…six.

Chop! One…two…three…four…five…six.

CHONG!

I tilted my head so I could peak on my left more and there was my wife on her knees, naked all the way down, bobbing her head along Will’s prick, providing him with a long wet blow-job as he stood defiantly, hands on hips, eyes closed savouring Amy’s mouth as slavered all over his tool with a strange bend to the side. For a moment I felt my heart burst with a jealous pain till I felt Emma slide out of her remaining clothes and tug around my waist to remove my loin cloth, leaving all of us naked around the fire in this hot night air.

“Do you want something to eat?” Emma whispered in my ear as she ground against me.

“Very much so,” I replied as I dug my fingers into her fleshy glutes, as I enjoyed the feel of her ass in my hands. Emma then eased the two of us down and pushed me onto my back. I licked my lips in anticipation of her fleshy clam being lowered onto my mouth and my eyes being able to absorb the delicious sight of Emma’s under-boob but as she moved her pussy over my face she spun around and led the opposite way on my body, instantly wrapping her hand around my girth.

“Hi-yi-yi did not expect that,” I commented before moving my mouth forward and sliding my tongue between her slender lips, her tangy flavour sending my tastebuds to their happy place as I felt her mouth move over the crown of my cock and…

Chop!

“Oh-ho-ho-ho, you cheeky…” I began before switching the spuds around to chop them the other way.

Chop! One…two…three…four…five…six…seven.

Chop! One…two…three…four…five…six…seven.

CHONG!

Emma’s mouth slid down the length of my pole, taking half of my into her oral instrument, sucking yearningly on my fleshy log whilst he hand yanked at me further down as my tongue flicked at her nub, then along her fleshy crevice as I held her in place with my hands gripping her cheeks. I heard a guttural moan from my left and saw figures on the ground, moving against each in the distance but next to me on me right was Elias and Wendy, Will’s wife on all fours as Elias began to move behind her, thrusting himself into Wendy as she rested willingly on all fours, licking her lips at Elias’ efforts. I continued to lap at Emma’s tasty quim as she slurped away at my rod.

I turned to my right and there was Will on top of Amy, her legs up in the air as Will’s lean torso powered into my wife, Amy moaning and sighing in agreement as Will slid his skinny pole inside her. I could feel my cock thicken as Emma wrapped her lips around my end, her head moving enthusiastically up and down my length as Amy sneered encouragement at Will, the two of them locked together in furious fucking as they began to build up speed, their bodies illuminated by the cascading orange flames of the fire as they whispered to each other inaudibly over the crackling of the flames, the only sound that could be heard being the sound of the sighs and moans of lust and longing.

I could feel my own balls tighten as she slurpily worshipped my girth, her hand moving up and down me as my tongue slipped between her fleshy flaps, delightedly exploring her folds and the delicious juices found within, her funky taste tripping my senses. I could hear the sounds of the others around us including Amy as Will fucked her, her moans of encouragement being distinctly audible as I closed my eyes to focus on the woman astride me now as she sped up her efforts her mouth sucking on the end of my tool as the cum made its way to the end till I could take no more and…

Chop!

“Holy Christmas!” I whispered, instantly grabbing a level of spud to chop.

Chop!

Chop!

Chop!

Chop!

Nothing. Whatever magic was in the air, me reaching my finish had ended the journey. I checked myself and found I was still hard, the orgasm I’d experienced in the other realm had only occurred there thankfully. I rubbed the back of my neck in mild frustration, popped my earphones in and tried to find a documentary to take my mind off my strange out-of-body experience, wondering if it was only me who who went through that.

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“Art, do your hair. They’ll be here any second,” my wife chastised me, gently. If she was really angry she would have used Arthur…Art meant I was still just about in the good books. I headed to the bathroom and straightened out my unruly hair. It did get somewhat wild after a shower or a snooze and needed regular taming. It was starting to turn grey as my forties had continued, but I embraced it, unlike my wife who dyed her red hair in order to mask any diminishing returns in terms of her natural hair-colour.

Personally I wouldn’t care if she was grey but women did tend to want to continue the illusion of never-dimming hair colour until well into their sixties and I was sure my missus would be no exception.

The doorbell went and the two us headed down there to greet our first guests of the evening. Standing there looking as boring as ever was Elias and his wife Emma. Elias was around my height of five feet ten, slightly paunchier, somewhat more receding and no matter how often he shaved seemed to be beset by permanent five-o-clock shadow.

Emma by comparison was a ray of sunshine. At five foot two, she was shorter than my wife (at five four) but her shape was more fulsome, topped off by wavy blonde hair that billowed down past her shoulders. Emma would always feel somewhat embarrassed by Elias’ quirky ways and I often wondered why she put up with him.

“Welcome,” I said as I moved aside to let them both in. Elias bustled in, giving me a grunt before moving over to my missus for a customary welcome kiss (I always wondered if that kiss held for too long) before Emma moved over to me for her customary welcome hug, her arms slipping around my neck as she pressed herself against me.

“Oh, we haven’t seen you guys for so long,” Emma sighed into my ear as she held on tight.

“You are ALWAYS welcome,” I replied as I squeezed her close to me, her boobs larger than my wife were were squishing against my chest delightfully and part of me wanted to move my hand down to Emma’s slightly larger backside and grab a piece. I could feel her hips pressing firmly against me as we clung to each other for far too long before letting go to a stern look from my wife Amy. “Who fancies a drink?”

“I’ll have a Fosters, Emma probably fancies a wine. A wine dear?” Elias asked after assuming for his missus.

“You could live a little and have something different for a change,” I suggested.

“Why would Emma want something different?” Elias asked affronted. I smiled as I picked up his Fosters and spun around quickly to hand it to him.

“Emma? I was talking about you,” I joked. The two women chuckled at Elias expense and he begrudgingly smiled at my jape at his expense. I was just about to introduce the centrepiece of tonight’s dinner party when the Ring doorbell went again and both Amy and I walked over to let our guests in, opening the door to reveal other couple friends, Will and Wendy.

“Hello, hello, hello. Good evening, sir,” Will bantered as he came in for a hug, being a lot less stuffy than Elias, before moving onto a hug from Amy with Wendy, a more slender brunette who always seemed somewhat standoffish compared to Will, moved over from a hug from me. I moved my arms around her awkwardly except tonight she pulled her arms right around me, emboldening me to do the same.

“Thank you both for coming,” I whispered in Wendy’s ear.

“Not a problem. Always fun seeing you guys,” Wendy responded as she held me close to her lithe torso, her hips pressing firmly against my waist and as we stayed in that position I noticed something that I thought was my heart beating loudly in my chest…but it wasn’t…instead it was the sound of drums, beating out a steady rhythm over and over and over again, pulsing as I held onto Wendy, who was only a couple of inches shorter than me.

I opened my eyes wide as I felt myself starting reacting in response to her body being so closer to mine. I pulled away expecting Will and my wife to clock me a dirty look but as I checked them they were still locked in their hug, only separating after Wendy gave a loud “AHEM” cough to make them aware just how locked together they’d been.

“Sorry about that…I…don’t know what came over me,” Will replied quite flustered after hugging my Red-haired firm-bodied missus who plumped up her hair after their embrace. It felt like there was some sort of otherworldly force pushing and pulling us tonight. As I sniffed the air I surmised it must be the beef in black bean sauce we’d been preparing that was riling us all up.

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“So, what interesting tidbit have you guys picked up?” Elias asked, leaning back confidently, feeling secure that whatever we had must be as bad as the mystery jelly beans that Will and Wendy bought that were largely lime. It was a most disappointing night.

“Something I guarantee none of us will have seen before,” I said as I left to get the game from the kitchen. I could hear them talking in the front room and my wife batting them away from guessing what it was. I held the wooden box out in front of me and laid it on the table for everyone to see. Elias was the first to speak after a brief inspection.