Hornmanji Pt. 05

Literotic asexstories – Hornmanji Pt. 05 by Emilymcplugger,Emilymcplugger
HORNMANJI: The last throws of the dice – Part 5. The finale.

So here we are with the ending to this five-part filth-fest. May you enjoy the salacious and saucy goings-on as this journey completes. So, without further FAFF, let’s get on with it.

ALL’S END THAT’S WELL END…ISH (yes, that’s deliberately like that).

The tension in the room had now reached levels that no-one seemed to know how to de-escalate. Usually after sex I tended to feel relaxed and at peace, but after fucking Emma from behind, after watching my wife Amy delight in winding up adulterous Marla by fucking Titus, whom she’d had her eye on all night…I was feeling pretty frigging insecure and it was clear I wasn’t the only one.

Marla was staring at Amy like she wanted to start a hair-pulling fight in the middle of the front room, Tia was eyeing Marla and her other half, Titus, with a vengeful stare, Emma was switching her gaze between Elias and myself, Matty was staring down as he seemed to realise his relationship was over with Wendy looking around puzzled and Will avoiding everyone’s gaze after he engaged in oral bisexual sex with Elias.

Pretty far from your normal Saturday night get-together.  

But the worst thing was that in spite of all of this we all knew that the only way to bring this to a close was by concluding the game, by getting just one player over the finish line. That would do it, that would safely see us to the game’s end. We were playing out of necessity rather than enjoyment.  

“Will. I believe it’s your turn,” I remarked, breaking Will from his solemn introspection. Will chucked the dice with little enthusiasm and it only took a couple of bounces before the tiny game boxes stopped and revealed their numbers…a two and a three, his piece moving across the board and stopping at ten. The ten of us then crammed in tightly together to spy on the next poetic challenge. Would we have to be anally taken by our other halves? Were giant bats about to fly down? Were we about to be consumed by hyenas, laughing as they ripped the flesh from our bones? The tension was unbearable.

The hungry, hungry hippos need feeding their dinner,

The turn is over once there is a winner.

“Well, I guess this was to be expected,” Will quipped. We all nodded, seemingly resigned to the fact that this was something we all knew would occur ever since animals started being involved in the game. There was a rumble that resembled the wildebeest stampede but seemed less motored, more scattered, and, as three hundred melons rolled into the front room we understood why?

“How does this work then? Are we all competing with each other?” Wendy asked, somewhat logically. I hadn’t given it much consideration till she mentioned it.  

“I think they’re competing and we’re the feeders,” I informed Wendy as the sound of four very hungry hippos stomping through the house greeted us with about as warm a welcome as the smell of off-milk before you pour it on your cereal. All of us grabbed a watermelon and held it ready to throw at whatever came through the door.  

SMASH!!!

The hippos burst through the doorframe shattering the woodwork and masonry and sending shards of it across the room. Once this game was finished it was gonna take a shitload of money to repair the house. The four gigantic mouths mawed into the air and it looked like we had four remnants of the prehistoric era in our front room, they were so massive.

Elias stepped forward and threw his melon into the mouth of one of the hippos who chomped enthusiastically onto the gigantic food-ball, but then left its mouth open wanting more, as the other three beasts stepped hungrily forward, jaws flapping as they moved ever closer. Amy hurled her fruit towards a set of jaws and it voraciously chewed on the sweet circle of goodness, which caused the rest of us to start chucking the sugary grub.

Goodness, gracious, green balls of food were spinning across the room into the gaping mouths of these whacky yet intimidating behemoths that accepted everything we threw their way, the air getting dyed with the juice from the melons creating an iridescent pink mist hovering in the air as green bits of undigested munch wound up all over the floor and on our naked bodies, making us all look like we were part of some new exotic tribe whilst we undertook the most bizarre aerobic exercise I think I could ever recall.

“I’ve got to admit this is more like the game I thought I’d be playing,” Will chimed up as he thrust a big globe of fruit at one of the yapping gargantuan mouths.

“What are you gonna bring next time, Art? A haunted Ker-Plunk?” Elias fired back as he flicked another sphere of sugar forward to be snapped by jaws that could snap a person in two.

“Literal snakes and ladders that lead up and down a building on fire?” Amy chirped in, laughing with everyone else at her sarcastic quip. I stopped for a minute and stared at my wife who was now taking pot-shots at me too. Amy continued propelling the green circles, oblivious of her words made me feel as they slashed across me like blades. I stood still as the other nine folks jockeyed to get as many watermelons into these intimidating gobs as possible. Before this evening I thought that Amy and I were tight and nothing could come between us but this evening had thrown us out of whack. Before tonight I’d gaze at my fiery-haired beauty in wonder, but now I wondered if we’d make it past tonight.

“Are you gonna throw that or what?!” Marla shouted my way. I broke out of my sorrowful introspection and saw I was the only one holding any food and all four hippos were stomping ominously my way. Shit! I chucked the food at the nearest mouth and watched in fear as it reared up on its hind legs in front of me like some kind of chubby stallion, hoisted up in triumph making this strange, victorious bellowing sound before it wobbled forward, it’s legs cracking the floor as it landed sending dust and a myriad of other particles into the air as all four mighty beasts stayed practically motionless staring blank-faced at the other ten beings in the room.

All of us remained motionless, an unnerving stand-off taking place between all of us and all of them. Were they going to charge us or kill us or eat us? All we could do was wait and watch, before slowly, almost imperceivably, began to back away down the room, into the hallway and slinking off into the house. I bent over and let out a huge breath. These adventures were becoming ever more terrifying and the thought of dying in one of these challenges was starting to genuinely frighten me. I felt my head go light and as I straightened up, the room began to swirl and slur around my head until my legs gave way, consciousness abated and darkness swallowed me whole.

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“Art? Art?” a female voice lilted toward me as if being carried by the wispy breeze of a dream.  

“What? Huh?” I muttered as I began to get up but found that even raising myself on my arms was a logistical nightmare. “What…did I pass out?”

“Uh-huh,” Emma replied, my head resting on her lap, my eyes transfixed on the underside of that sizeable cleavage, her hand stroking my hair as my body relaxed under her loving touch.

“I’m sorry about all of this,” I drawled, my mouth somehow managing to get the words out. “I just thought it was a regular game”.

“I know. You couldn’t have known,” Emma replied, genuine affection oozing through her words and voice. I tilted my head and saw that the remnants of the watermelon mist was still just about hanging in the air, giving the room a tender-pink-glazed hue. I scanned the room and could see that Emma and I were alone.  

“Where’s everyone else?” I asked as I shimmied my shoulders up Emma’s thigh, moving slowly so as not to slip back into some kind of unconscious stupor.

“They stood around for a bit but then I said I’d take care of you and they scattered,” Emma replied. I instantly knew what that meant. Our fellow gamers splitting the room meant our fellow gamers were fucking each other throughout the rest of the house and I needed to know where and with whom these shenanigans were unfolding.

“Come on. I could use another drink and by God, this has to be an alcoholic one,” I stated as I slowly regained my footing, helped with the buxom Emma grabbing my arm and helping me regain my footing. We made our way to the kitchen and as we did the unmistakable sound of sex could be heard from upstairs. Sighs, moans and the slapping of flesh all combined together to create a depraved and degenerate mix. Emma stalled as she heard the noises and I turned back seeing her wide-eyed and astonished at what was going on in our absence.

“It’s okay. Let’s get a drink first and then we’ll take a peek. They’ll still be going then,” I assured her. Emma nodded politely and we two naked and fruit-splattered friends made our way into the culinary centre of the house to whet our whistles before spying on our perverted partners and their chosen lascivious cohorts. I poured a strawberry vodka and lemonade, waved the bottle at Emma and once she let me know, poured a second, I took both drinks over, handing Emma’s to her and enjoying the feeling of her fingers meeting mine as they slid around the glass.

“Cheers,” I stated, clinking our glasses together.

“Cheers,” Emma repeated, her eyes staying on mine as we both knocked back the sweet, yet sour drink, the bubbles cascading and swilling over our taste buds as we gazed at each other. It was as though tonight had wrestled free feelings we had held on to, yet held back at the same time. I’d always had a bit of a thing for Em, but here and now with the two of us naked and in close proximity, pretence that we had to hold on to civility seemed not to matter at all now, especially as the grunts and moans of our partners were reaching our ears even down here. 

“Now, shall we investigate what our other halves are up to?” I asked Emma, who bit her lip and nodded at me provocatively and with that we downed the remaining liquid as quickly as we could and held hands as we stepped mutedly into the hallway before carefully and deliberately making our way up the stairs. Every time the stairs creaked we would look at each other semi-petrified that someone would hear us before a muted moan would  carry out of one of the rooms and reach us on the steps, reassuring us that no-one was listening out for us.

As we reached the top of the stairs we could see light coming from two doors, one of the main bedrooms on the left and the other main bedroom on the right. We heard a groan of delight from the left and nodded an affirmation to each other before moving to the open door, the two of us peeking in to satisfy more than just our curiosity.

On the bed was Titus, his legs wide open with Marla and Amy on their knees in front of him, the two women licking up and down Titus’ solid length as he rested back on his elbows gazing down as the two women drew their tongues slowly up his meat, stopping at the top as they licked around his helmet as they continued to pump his tool.

“How do you feel, watching your wife do that to another man?” Emma asked. I moved her hand around my stiff monster, her hand beginning to move back and forth as she smiled at me.

“Does that answer your question?” I replied as I slipped my left hand between Emma’s thighs, her gooey, wet lips delighting my digits as I explored her luscious inner workings as I slipped my finger further between her lips, exploring her insides, feeling myself get more turned on as we stood there, no longer watching but instead enjoying the sensation of turning each other on till our focus was pulled by the events inside the room.

“Oh God!” I heard Amy exclaim from inside the bedroom. The two of us edged forward more to spy on the three people and saw what the fuss was about. Titus had moved so he was led fully on the bed, his head on the pillows as my wife slowly moved up and down his length, her hands clutching at her breasts, eyes closed in delight as her lip quivered in ecstasy. Marla watched as her hubby filled my red-headed wife, her boobs jiggling more as she started to move marginally quicker along Titus’ pole.

“That’s it, babe. Give it to her,” Marla moaned as she squeezed her hand between her thighs as she watched her friend’s husband fuck another woman. There was no doubt in my mind that Marla had experienced what my wife was feeling many times before, but here she was able to see that infidelity outside of herself and enjoy what it looked like. Titus reached out his arm and stroked his wife’s friend’s thigh as Amy rode his stiffy, eyes tightly shut as she savoured the cock inside her.

“I want my mouth on your pussy, babe,” Titus said to Marla. Marla reached her hand out to her side-fuck and intertwined her fingers with his, kneeling into the bed and swinging her leg over his head so her juicy, honeyed innards where directly over his face, poised for his tongue to move between the delicious fleshy folds and explore her sopping hole.

“Oh, yeah. Go for it,” Emma whispered as she gripped my girth whilst we watched, her eyes locked on the scandalous trio moving together in unison. My wife Amy bouncing on Titus’ hips as Marla writhed on his face. The two women had been at loggerheads all night vying for his attention and affection but were now enjoying his body at the same time, staring at each other no longer as rivals as the delightful sensations ran through their bodies. Amy leaned forward, her hands outstretched and placed them on Marla’s impressive breasts, mauling the flesh as Titus tongue delved deeply inside her.

“That’s…that’s nice,” Marla smirked at Amy as she squeezed her boobs, the two of them locking eyes, Marla’s lips quivering as she rode the face of the man she was cheating on her husband with. The two women moved closer and closer till their lips were millimetres away, before they moved even closer and pressed their mouths together, their tongues swirling against the other,  Marla reciprocating Amy’s efforts as she reached up for my wife’s tits as Amy’s hands groped her own. Emma’s hand around my dick seemed to tighten even further as she observed the three of them, my fingers easing even easier in and out of Emma’s wetness. We could have stayed there even longer till a sound from down the hall echoed towards us. 

“URGH! HMMM! HURRR!” a woman groaned. Emma and I exchanged a glance, removed our hands from each other’s bits and headed down the landing, stopping just outside so we could peer inside. On mine and Amy’s marital bed Tia and Wendy, strangers at the beginning of the evening, were led on their side, their faces between each other’s legs, feasting on their gooey centres, moaning into each other’s pussies as their tongues pleasured each other’s boxes. Every now and then their noisy lapping would stop and they would moan in delight at the feelings elicited by the other woman’s tongue. Around the bed, Elias, Will and Matty all stood about holding on to their junk as they lustily observed the two women. 

Even bearing in mind everything I had witnessed tonight, the combination of the sight and sounds of these two women meant that this was the most erotic thing I had seen all evening. I knew that no matter what happened that this visual and aural treat wold stay with me for the rest of my life as Wendy and Tia made a virtual beast with two backs, every now and then one of them would cause the other’s hips to spasm and twitch involuntarily as they dined on each other’s snatches.

“Did you know Wendy was so inclined?” I asked Emma as my fingers sloshed inside her.

“No…to be honest…I didn’t know I was so inclined,” Emma confessed as her hand rode up and down my rod, her hand gripping tightly as she moved her digits deliberately up and down my length. 

In the room the Wendy and Tia were getting more twitchy as they created more sounds of joy, muffled by their mouths being pressed against the other person’s quim, the two of them gripping each other’s bodies as they held on to each other’s bodies diligently as the orgasms eventually took over.

“URRM, HRRM, HURR, Oh god!” Tia cried as she threw her head back, her thighs quivering around Wendy’s head as our black haired friend slurped over Tia’s mound, gripping Tia’s ass cheeks as she brought about her climax.  “Okay okay okay, stop stop stop!” Tia begged, as Wendy withdrew her face, a huge wet grin across her face as she looked up, proud of her efforts.

“had enough, have you? Hee hee,” Wendy giggled as the two of them remained locked in position. Tia gazed along the length of her body at Wendy, a playful, yet vengeful look dawdling across her features before she moved her face back between Wendy’s thighs, her head rolling back and forth as she slavered over Wendy’s juicy snatch, the brunette, collapsing back onto the bed from Tia’s efforts.  “Oh, fuck! Don’t stop!”‘Wendy begged as she moved her hand down and placed it in Tia’s hair, gently keeping her face in place.

“My God! This is incredible,” Emma breathed as my fingers moved deeply in and out of her pussy. The sensation of her dampness on my digits and her hand around my solid cock was turning me on no end. If someone had told me this is how the evening would have turned out a few hours earlier I doubt I’d have believed them as Wendy’s thigh muscles twitched under Tia’s ministrations, the slender woman noisily munching on Wendy’s gooey centre as Wendy’s head killed back, the veins in her neck popping.

“Jesus, Tia! Oh that’s just…HMMMM, HUH! ERGH, OOOOH!” Wendy exclaimed as her thighs shook and she gripped Tia’s head, letting her know her lapping efforts should come to an end before the two of them completely disengaged, lying on the bed, legs agape as they recovered before Tia, shy and timid Tia at the beginning of the evening, raised her head to stare at the three guys standing round the bed still beating their meat.

“Boy, if only there was a cock or two around here we could enjoy,” Tia intoned, sarcastically as she let her head rest against the bed. Elias did not need asking twice as he knelt on the bed, grabbed Tia by the ankles and flipped her over onto her stomach. “AAAGH!” Tia screamed, excitedly as Elias pulled her back end up so she was on her knees and slid his cock into her sopping hole “oh, ho ho ho!” Tia chuckled, dirtily, eyes closed and a grin moving across her lips as Elias rammed hard inside her, filling her with his thick length.

“Lucky girl,” Emma remarked as her hand glided up and down my pole, her grip firm as she stimulated my organ.

“Well, you’d know,” I reminded Emma, after all she was Elias’ other half. “You sure you’d rather not be in there?”

“No. I’m happy out here, HURR,” Emma breathed as I moved my fingers deep inside her, our eyes connecting as we stimulated each other before we allowed our attention to be drawn back inside.

Will was now positioned on the bed in front of Tia running his hand up and down his tool as he eyed Tia. Tia gazed up at Will as Elias pliers into her and opened her mouth, just waiting for Will to push his rod forward. Will, not being stupid, removed his hand and pushed his hips forward allowing his tool to be taken in by Tia’s waiting lips.

“Ho…my stars!” Will said as leaned his shoulders back, relaxing as Tia sucked him inside, trapping both Elias and Will inside herself. It was difficult to believe this was the same shy person that Marla and me had somewhat seduced in the kitchen who seemed so nervous and timid embracing her raw sexuality.

Wendy looked over at Matty still stroking his tool looking at her lying wide open across the bed, the two of them sharing a smile before Wendy beckoned him onto her with a “come hither” finger. The younger man did not need asking twice and climbed onto the bed, moving between Wendy’s thighs and sinking himself into her waiting quim.