Outwardly, suburbia maintains the strait-laced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, inevitably, there is the advent of wife-swapping. All in the spirit of good, clean fun . . . But where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another-and another-to what?
This is the story of one couple in one neighborhood in one city, Anywhere, U.S.A. It is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, to them mate-trading becomes the norm, until they begin to see what it is leading to.
And outside their lives go on. Business and its daily conflicts. The day-to-day routine of the housewife.
A novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our restless society as food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Sharon Martin looked at her brother-in-law, then felt her cunt throb once more. This time, the sensation swept forward, along her canal, and puckered the tiny, red-haired opening. She crossed her legs and felt the silky material of her panties cling to the damp patch.
"We'd better go," she said to her husband, squeezing his hand. "I'm tired. I want to get to bed early."
"But we just got here," Fred said in mid-drink.
"Yeah," Gary, her brother-in-law said, flashing her a grin that made her knees go weak. "Last two times you were over, you only stayed a few minutes. I'm beginning to think you don't like my company."
Sharon forced out a laugh. It was certainly a good thing no one could read her mind! she thought.
I would love to crawl over there and get between your legs and suck the life out of that big cock!
"I'm sorry," she said, rising, "but... I guess I don't feel too well."
"Well, you sure look good," Gary said, flashing her a wide grin. He looked at her as he did most women-honestly and openly. "My brother certainly knows how to pick them."
His gaze took in the peach-colored, shoulder-length hair, the oval face, the dark, emerald-green eyes behind sooty lashes. Most of his attention, however, was devoted to the sensuous curves, the rounded ass, the jutting tits.
"Sure does," he said again, putting his arm around his wife. "Isn't that right, Gina?"
Gina gave Sharon a look that only women can understand, then brushed some imaginary crumbs from her lap.
"Oh, Gary, you're impossible," she said, real affection in her cat-like voice. Then to Gary and Sharon, she added, "Can't you stay?"
"You two come over tomorrow," Sharon said, pulling Fred toward the door. "Really, I'm sorry."
With hardly another word, she whisked her husband through the door and down the steps. Inside the car, she reached over and grasped his crotch, then lowered her face.
"Jesus!" Fred said. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Mmmmmmm, I'm gonna eat myself some dick!" Sharon said as she tugged at his zipper. "This big hard thing!" she added, lifting the slab of dick from his trousers.
"I don't believe you," Fred said. "I've never seen you so excited before. What's gotten into you?"
"This, I hope, later," Sharon said, nuzzling her lips around the loose foreskin. As the acrid flavor of dried piss and cum hit the back of her throat, her cunt twitched, sucking on her panties. "Oh God, I'm going to suck you all the way home," she moaned, closing her eyes.
She vaguely heard the car start, then move. Most of her attention was on the delicious prod that now filled her throat. Would Gary's cock be anything like his brother's? she wondered. Would it be as hard and juicy, angular and rubbery?
"Mmmmmmmm!" she groaned, chewing into the dark fringe of hair that framed his meat. A swelling sensation at the back of her cunt caused her to jerk and hit her head on the steering wheel.
"Ouch!" Fred said, his back arching. "You trying to suck it down to your stomach?"
"Mmmm-hmmmm!" Sharon said greedily, her groan a soft muffle around the base of his prick. She fingered his thick, cream-filled nuts with her left hand, her right working toward her own crotch. When she touched the soft mound, she gave another murmur of pleasure.
"Maybe I'd just better park this damn thing," Fred said, now feeling his balls throb with pleasure. "The way you're sucking, I might run into a tree!"
He wheeled the car down a side street, then parked in the shade of a large oak tree, just beside the street lamp. Here it was almost pitch black, and he could really enjoy it. Still, he wondered why she couldn't have waited until they got home.
"OK, baby, get after it," he said, turning off the motor. He turned slightly to one side and spread his legs. "I haven't had it in a car in a long time. Might like it."
"Mmmmmmm, I'm going to make you love it," Sharon said, feeling her heart pound in her throat.
She could almost imagine her brother-in-law being there instead of her husband, in the darkness. Their features were almost the same, but where Fred was dark and brooding, Gary was blond, muscular as a young god. She looked up and slowly squinted her eyes, pretending that it was, in fact, Gary.
"I ... I want your cock!" she gasped, folding her fingers around the huge shaft. She jacked the loose skin over the oval-shaped ball. "Mmmmmmm, you don't know how much I want you!"
Her eyes trailed down from the handsome, angular face, past the meaty, broad shoulders, to the sculptured chest, the waspish waist. She then looked at his cock. It was definitely a work of art, richly veined and purplish-colored, about ten inches of pure, rock-hard muscle. She kissed it reverently.
"Oh ... I want gallons of cum to lick out," she said, the thought to Gary, the words to her husband. "Mmmmmmm, give it to me!"
"OK, cocksucker," Fred said, placing his hands at the back of her head. "You want some cum to suck? Well, fucking suck it!"
As he forced her mouth fully down on his meat, grinding her lips into the wiry hairs, Sharon felt a minor explosion burst around the opening of her pussy. She gave a gurgling moan of ecstasy, feeling her entire body twitch.
"Jesus," her husband said. "I ... I didn't know you loved dick so much!"
Sharon couldn't remember, herself, being so excited. She had often toyed with the idea of being unfaithful to Fred, but why? He was the best-looking man she'd ever met, and he had the body of a construction worker, which he was. Rugged, tanned and rawboned with strength. Absolutely the best-looking.
Until she met his younger brother. Fred now seemed like an imitation of Gary-the real thing. And his new wife, Gina, had him all to herself. God, how she envied that woman!
"Hey, go a little slower," Fred said, interrupting her thoughts. "I'll blow my wad right now! You want that?"
Oh ... yes! she thought. I want to suck every drop, Gary. I want those big, juicy globs blasting over my tonsils. I want to feel how it bubbles down to my stomach, how it would sear into my pussy!
"Mmmm-hmmmm!" she groaned, twisting her head from side to side. She began bobbing her head up and down, wildly, causing her hair to sweep around her face like a fiery halo.
"You cum-sucking slut," Fred grimaced, spitting his words out. Already his balls were aching, ready to explode. He tightened the ringed muscle at the base of his prod, trying desperately to hold back for a few seconds, to maintain this fantastic feeling. "I'm gonna blow that cock-loving throat apart!"
As she felt his cock swell, completely filling her mouth and throat, Sharon began digging her finger up and down her mound of oozing cunt. And even through the material of her skirt, and the panties, she got some relief. Delicate spasms twitched around the base of her throbbing clit, rippled up the tiny shaft, then simmered at the top.
"Unhhhh!" she choked, suddenly feeling her orgasm build, then peak violently. She froze for a second, her mouth firmly locked around the huge shaft, then began gobbling up and down at a furious pace.
"Fucking . . . Christ," Fred said. It was useless now even to try to hold back. Her mouth had become a sucking machine, practically yanking his cum from his nuts.
"Now, baby," he groaned, pressing against the back of her head a little harder. "Eat my cum and lick it . . . oh . . . fuck . . . now!"
When Sharon felt the first scalding lump of jism hit the back of her throat, her cunt exploded again, this time even more powerfully. She gave a shrieking moan of pure release, then swallowed hard. As the bubbly wad of cream seared into her stomach, another, even larger, glob of cum spewed from the end of his dick.
"Lick it all . . . you fucking cocksucker!" Fred said, humping his ass up and down. He drilled more of his orgasm into the back of her throat, tightening the grip around her head. "Suck . . . me dry! Eat it, whore! Every fucking . . . goddamned . . . drop!"
"Aaaghhhh!" Sharon coughed, unable to lick all he had to offer. Some of his cum had shot up behind her nose and was now burning from her nostrils, causing her breathing to rattle and gurgle.
"Oh shit! Shit . . . fucking . . . yes!" Fred gasped, now feeling the last of his juices burst up the center of his meat. He punched upward, planting the fluid between her tonsils, then slowly relaxed. "God, baby, you get better at that every time you do it! Shit, if I could patent that mouth of yours, I'd make a million."
Long after he had stopped spurting his load, Sharon licked and pulled wildly, almost as if she were trying to chew him into her stomach. It was still Gary's prick to her, and she couldn't possibly get enough of it.
"You about finished?" Fred asked. "We can continue this at home and ..."
"No," Sharon said, spitting his cock out. "I ... I want you to fuck me. Here! Now!"
"Are you completely nuts?" Fred asked. "This is something high-school kids do. Christ Almighty, we've got a bed and ..."
"I want it, Fred," she said quickly. "You don't know how much I want it."
Her husband grinned sheepishly, then looked around. God, what if they got caught? Still, it was hard to deny her, especially when she looked that sex-hungry. He felt his cock again stir to life. Seeing her so excited did the same thing to him.
"You think maybe a little tongue job might hold you?" he asked. "Then when we get home we can . . . " "Anything!" Sharon said, leaning back against the door. She spread her legs, then yanked her panties down. Even the feel of the material slipping over her oozing patch of cunt was enough to cause another ripple of ecstasy. "Just . . . stick anything in here! I'm on fire!"
She stabbed her middle finger deeply inside her swollen entrance, then closed her eyes. Ah, that's what Gary's cock would feel like, she thought. Stretching and pulling on my guts and . . .
"Now!" she commanded. "I ... I want it now!"
"Holy fuck," Fred gasped, licking his lips. She didn't even look like his wife now. She looked like a sex-starved bitch in heat! And she was looking at him just like . . .like Gina had earlier.
"Christ," he said, trying to wipe the woman's face out of his mind. That was some laugh. Pretending your wife was someone else! And your own brother's wife, to boot!
"Oh, I'm gonna lick you so good," he said to the blond-haired girl in his mind. "I'm gonna chew on this little pussy and . . . " His words became a muffle as he bit down on Sharon's cunt, clamping his lips firmly around the opening. The moment they made contact, he jabbed his tongue deeply inside, then nuzzled his nose into the sweet-smelling, silky hairs.
"Jesussss!" Sharon hissed, flinching, feeling as if the very universe had suddenly exploded. Raw, flaming sensations swept up and down her cunt tube, finally bursting around the base of his tongue.
"Mmmmmm, baby, baby, baby," Fred gurgled, now lapping the tip of his tongue over the slippery walls. "Such a hot, sweet, delicious pussy!"
"Eat me, you bastard!" Sharon screamed, raking at his shoulders with her fingers. "Goddamn you, you sonofabitch, chew my pussy to death!"
As Fred bit into the soft flesh, then took the throbbing clit between his lips, he once again saw Gina's face. What would it be like to eat out his sister-in-law? Would her cunt taste as good, be as hot?
"It is," he murmured into the pink tunnel. "Mmmmmm, it is good and . . . hot!"
What the hell, it wouldn't hurt to pretend . . .
"Faster!" Sharon moaned, grabbing his neck, slapping his face harder into her cunt. "Lick my pussy and eat it alive! Harder! Make it like a cock, you bastard!"
Suddenly, another blinding flash of pure ecstasy shot up and down her pussy canal. As her climax peaked, she felt her cunt clutch at his tongue until the furry rim ached with pain. She leaned forward, brushing her stomach against his forehead and gave a low, growling groan.
"Yessssss, you prick . . . just . . . just like that!" she said, again her thoughts on Gary.. He would probably eat pussy just like that. Mmmmmm, fuck even better. Oh Gary! Gary!
"Aieeee!" she screamed, bucking. A massive, thundering convulsion tore at her guts with the force of a tidal wave. Pleasure suddenly became delicious pain, inflaming every nerve, each cell.
"God, baby, I'm gonna blow my wad . . . again!" Fred said, pulling away. His prick was throbbing against his stomach, his nuts churning with spasms. "If you don't do something with this thing, I'm gonna come all over my fucking stomach!"
"No! Not that!" Sharon gasped. "I ... I want it! Let me suck you, you big bull!"
She was fast, but not fast enough. Before she could nestle her face in his crotch, his cockhead burst with fiery cream. The steamy juices hit her between the eyes, then rolled down to the tip of her nose, where they swung like greasy spider webs.
She lapped out her tongue, catching the fluid, then felt another glob hit her chin. "Eat it, cocksucker!" Fred said, aiming his cock toward her mouth. "Come on . . . lick it all!"
When Sharon's lips closed around his exploding prick, she again felt a surge of orgasm in her pussy. This time, however, the culmination came slower, but it was better. It peaked for what seemed an eternity, and only dulled to a pulsating throb long after his cock was dry.
"Oh ... I could do this forever," she said, sliding her lips upward, letting his withered shaft flop from her mouth. "Mmmmmm, you gonna let me suck you to sleep tonight?"
"Who's gonna get any sleep?" Fred laughed.
As he started the car, Sharon leaned her head against the glass and licked her lips. The rich flavor of jism still clung to her teeth, sending a hungry shiver into the back of her throat.
"Hurry," she said. "God, let's get home as fast as we can."
"Don't worry, sweetheart," Fred said, suddenly feeling like a horny kid again, "I ... I want it as bad as you do!"
"Oh . . . Gary," Sharon said, then stopped short. "I . . . I, that is, I hope Gary wasn't too disappointed."
"Doubt it," Fred said. "Not while he's got that sweet Gina to take care of him."
Ah, Gina, he thought.
Oh, Gary, Sharon thought.
CHAPTER TWO
Gina walked slowly to the bedroom, trying desperately to hold her feelings back. If she jumped on Gary like she wanted to, he might suspect something. But it would be that way for any woman, to spend time with that hunk of a brother of his! \ When he hadn't been watching, she had taken several quick glances at that thick mound of cock. He was probably bigger than his little brother, and he wasn't little by a long shot!
"Ready for bed?" she said lazily, stretching.
"Don't you just know it?" Gary said, looking at his wife, almost like it was the first time. "Any time with you, sweetheart."
He still felt like a newly wed, even though they'd been married for almost a year. And every time he let his eyes play over her features, he felt his cock spring to life. Sometimes it could be rather embarrassing, but now . . .
"How'd you like a piece of sweet meat?" he asked, embracing her from behind. He rubbed his crotch against the rounded mound of ass, then kissed the back of her neck. "Hmmmmmm?"
"OK," she said, almost quietly. Of course, you big idiot! I can't wait to have that huge slab of dick poking at my insides! "Just let me get ready."
She sat down at the vanity and brushed her long, blonde hair, looking coolly into her pale blue eyes. No, it doesn't show, she thought. Maybe I'm a little flushed, that's all. On the surface.
Between her legs, however, it felt like a buzz saw!
"Come on," Gary said from the bed. "If you don't, I'll start without you."
"You do and I'll kill you," she laughed, rising. She hoped she could walk to the bed without wobbling. "I want it. I want to do it all."
When she neared the bed, Gary pulled her down on top of his body. As the underside of his cock touched the slick entrance of her cunt, he flinched, then kissed the soft contours of her mouth.
"Jesus, your box is hot as a firecracker!" he said. "What have you been thinking about?"
"Nothing," Gina said, a little too quickly. "I ... I mean, I've been thinking about you, silly."
"Well, just keep thinking those thoughts," Gary murmured, probing his tongue between her lips. "Mmmmmm, I love it when your cunt is this hot. Fucking . . . love it!"
Gina raised herself slightly, then thrust her legs to his side, sitting down on his middle. She then arched her back and watched her breasts move upward. Gary's meaty cock was now pulsating more quickly, the underside spreading her pussy lips.
"You want it this way?" she asked, squirming her ass around. "Want me to ride this big cock?"
"Shit, I'll take it any way I can get it," Gary said, half-sitting. He nuzzled his face between her tits, then lapped out his tongue. "Mmmmmm, sweet tit and hot pussy," he murmured. "What else could a guy want?"
When Gina felt the searching, lapping tongue, a shiver of raw pleasure hit the base of her spine. Was Fred doing this to Sharon right now, she wondered? Was he right now sticking that huge cock inside her, blowing her full of hot cum?
"Ohhhhhh!" she yelped. The beginnings of climax were already building, ready to spit from the back of her cunt. "Fuck me," she gasped. "God, fuck it to me, Fr . . . fierce!"
My God! she thought. I almost screamed out Fred! Guilt hit her like a slap. Just how depraved could a wife be? she thought. Thinking, actually wishing, it was your husband's brother doing that!
Pleasure outweighed guilt.
"Give it to me, you big-dicked bull," she gasped. "I . . . I want every hard inch plugging my cunt!"
"Jesus, you really do want it, don't you?" Gary said, amazed that she could even talk that way. She had certainly turned into a wild cat. "Well, by God, I'll plug up this hole so hard, you won't walk right for a week!"
He threw her to her back suddenly and pounced between her legs. In the same move, he jabbed his hips downward, and thrust his cockhead into her swollen opening. When it became immediately engulfed in a hot, sucking mass of flesh, he froze, stopping all movement. Slowly, he then eased in the rest of his shaft. When the base of his cock finally speared between the tightly puckered opening, he kissed into the hollow of her throat.
"Oh . . . fuck!" he groaned. "Tight as a fucking virgin!"
"God!" Gina screamed out. Pain and pleasure danced up and down her cunt canal, searing into the smoldering walls. "Fuck meee!" she wailed.
"Take it, you little dick-eating whore," Gary said, wondering what had excited her so much. She was never like this! Hell, it was more than two months after they got married before she would even undress in front of him. Now, she was sex-crazy!
"You want some dick, huh?" he murmured, kissing her tits. "Well, I'll give you a fucking you won't forget."
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" his wife yelled out. Her face was contorting with agony. Had cock ever felt this good before? Had it always squeezed and tugged at her insides like this?
"Give it to me, you stud. God, ram it to me and fuck my pussy into a million pieces!"
"You asked for it," Gary grunted, his own pleasure matching hers now. He suddenly grabbed her thighs and yanked her legs violently apart, like a wishbone. He then placed his palms against the backs of her knees and pushed forward. As he did, her ass rolled upward, completely revealing her pink, oozing hole, the tiny crack of her shitter.
As he slammed in and out of her boiling pussy, he felt his nuts slap her ass, filling the room with the smacking sounds of flesh on flesh. He then held her knees against her tits with his forearm and lowered his right hand to her butt.
"Fuck you here, too?" he grunted, cupping the rounded cheeks. He slipped his middle finger deeply inside her shitter, then withdrew it. He placed two fingers together, repeating the action. "Like it?" he asked. "Getting fucked all over?"
"Yes . . . God, yes!" Gina screamed. She'd never felt anything like this in her life! Not only was her pussy being screwed wildly, her asshole was trembling with the pleasure his fingers were giving it.
"Now . . . suck me," she spluttered, rolling her head to one side. "Eat my tits and fuck me and ... and ... " Her words turned to a shriek of pulsating climax when she felt his teeth nibble into the soft flesh of her tits. The spasm of release was so intense, she almost thought the top of her head would blow off. Now it was perfect, absolutely perfect. No one, not any one could do it better. Except maybe ...
Fred.
Oh, God, Fred! Those big, bulging muscles, that thick slab of cock in his crotch. Those dark, good looks.
She had seen him once, when Sharon had asked her to pick him up at the job site. He was dirty and smelly, his tank top torn, his grubby jeans sweaty and clinging to his angular, muscular thighs.
Then, she had even refused to acknowledge the thoughts that exploded inside her brain. The thought of reaching over, touching that rounded mound. To crawl between his legs and pull out that sweaty dick and . . . and . . .
"Take it, slut!" Gary gasped. He was beginning to wonder if he would be able to keep this pace up. She simply couldn't get enough! His ass was now pumping back and forth in a fleshy blur, his prick gouging in and out like a jack hammer.
"Take it! Goddamn you . . . take it!"
As he plowed deeply into her guts, he couldn't think of anything except those huge tits that flopped against his mouth, the delicious heat of her sucking cunt, the sensuous curves that molded against him. God, she was good. Maybe too good.
"I ... I don't know if I can hold . . . out much longer," he winced. "Gonna blow my fuck-
ing ..."
"Give it to me, you bastard!" Gina shrieked. "Load up my pussy and shove a gallon in me! Cum! Cum! Fuck me with hot . . . hot . . . cummmmmmm!"
She bucked wildly, now tearing at his shoulders, his back, his waist with her fingernails. And each time he plunged his meat inside her hole, she felt another explosion of raw, tortured pleasure. In fact, ecstasy had become common-place, and she was only aware of anything when her orgasms peaked. She had lost count, couldn't remember how many times the bursts of ecstasy had riddled her guts.
Gary gave a final gasp, trying to hold back the assault, finding it was impossible. As he dug inside, his cockbase expanded, then boiled with the cream from his nuts.
When the first of his boiling, creamy jizz shot into her cunt, Gina thought she would actually faint. What had seemed like pleasure before was a mere imitation of what followed. Massive, all-consuming storms of pure ecstasy raced up and down her cunt canal, sweeping around her opening. And for a moment, it seemed as if she had become an extension of his cock. She was his cock. Her entire body was a slab of spurting, climaxing meat.
"Aieeeeeee!" she screamed, then inhaled quickly, screaming again. Her air wheezed into her lungs with a rattle, her jaw was slack with anguish. "Fuck. . . fuck me," she gasped finally, her voice weak, exhausted.
"All of it, bitch," Gary grunted. "Oh . . . sweet, little baby, take all my. . . unhhhh!"
He slammed in the last of his load, then squirmed his ass around, feeling the milky juices surge backward, ooze from the bottom of her hole. A few seconds later, his balls became glued to the satiny texture of her ass. Slowly, he moved his finger out of his ass and rubbed his nuts over the delicate bud of her shitter.
"You like it?" he asked, gasping against her tits. "You like the way I fuck you?"
"Mmmmmmm, yes," Gina said, but wondered who she had answered. Her husband? Her husband's brother? "Oh God, yes," she repeated, squirming beneath him.
She tried fighting her thoughts, but the more she did, the brighter the picture of Fred formed in her mind. She could now almost see him, and for a moment it wasn't even Gary on top of her.
"Ohhhhhh!" she cried out. "Fuck me again!"
"Wow, you are cock-hungry tonight, aren't you?" Gary said. "Just tell me what caused it, baby. I want this all the fucking time."
"I ... I do too," Gina said, wondering how it was possible her ecstasy could grow so dramatically. If he moved his cock just a little, she knew she would . . .
"Ohhhhh!" she screamed, feeling his meat slide out of her cream-coated pussy.
"Jesus, baby, don't take it so hard," Gary said, looking at her with an almost frightened expression. "I'll be right back. Just gonna get a beer or something. You've fucked me dry."
"Hurry!-" Gina panted, her orgasm still tingling around her opening. "I ... I want it again! I . . . I want it again! I ... I want it . . . here!"
As she said the words, she thrust her fingers between her legs, then spread her asscheeks. She began rubbing over the entrance of her shitter, gently probing inside.
"Want a backdoor delivery?" Gary laughed. "Be right back," When he got to the door, he turned and gave her a smile. "Just keep your motor running, baby. We'll make a fucking night of it."
Gina lay back, wondering how it was possible to feel so strongly about anything. She couldn't even think of anything except cock! What was bad, though . . .
It was Fred's cock!
She sat up suddenly and gave a hunted look about the room. Quickly, she threw her legs to the floor and darted over to the dresser where they kept several photographs in silver frames. She picked the one up that had Gary and Fred together, taken just a couple of months ago. They stood side by side, their bare chests glistening with sweat, a string of trout proudly held out by Gary. Fred had one hand on his hip, the other around his brother's shoulder.
She placed the photograph on the night stand, just behind the lamp, then lay on her stomach. From this angle she could see it clearly, but it wouldn't be too obvious to Gary if he should happen to notice.
"Mmmmmmm," she whispered, looking at the hard lines of both bodies, her gaze finally resting on the matted hair of Fred's chest. She could almost taste the salt of his body, smell the heady aroma of his crotch. "Fuck me," she whispered, slipping both hands under her body. "God, really fuck it to me, you big bull."
"Started without me, huh?" Gary said, looking hungrily at his wife's bobbing ass. "Just let me take a few more drinks and I'll be right with you."
"Oh ... oh ... oh .. . God!" Gina cried out, her eyes fixed on the photograph, her fingers stabbing at her cum-oozing cunt.
"Hmmmmmmm," Gary said, "something tells me I'd better get right with you . . . right now!"
"Fuck me in the ass!" Gina screamed. "Oh . . . sweet fucking Jesus . . . fuck me!"
Gary knelt behind his wife.
CHAPTER THREE
"Fuck me in the ass," Sharon whispered, fingering her husband's thick, pulsating cock. "Mmmmmm, I want this big thing ramming in me and blowing out gallons of cum!"
"Roll over, then," Fred said. "I'll fuck, you doggy-style until you bark!"
Sharon got to her stomach and spread her legs. She then closed her eyes and waited for that first instant of pain when he entered her. It was always like that. Torture, then ecstasy. Still, it was worth it. She held her breath and bit her lower lip.
"Sweet little ass," Fred said, cupping the firm mounds. He gently spread the crack, then fingered the tiny hole. "Gonna love putting it to you here, baby. Mmmmmm, fuck, just love it."
Sharon now felt his swollen cockhead nudge into her crack, then slide through the tightly constricted rim. She exhaled, waiting for the electric-like jolt of agony. When it didn't come, she turned her face to one side.
"Fuck me!" she gasped. "Why are you waiting? I want it!"
"Didn't want to hurt you," Fred said. "You told me it always ..."
"In! Goddamn you, stick it in!" Sharon said. Before, she had done it this way primarily because he liked it. She could have actually done without it altogether-it was better the other way. Tonight, however, nothing was the same. Her entire body seemed a vacuum, a magnet, pulling for cock!
"Fuck me! Make it hurt!" she groaned.
"Oh, you little wild cat," Fred whispered, leaning slightly forward. He grabbed her hips and jerked against her body, slamming the full length of his meat deeply inside her shitter. He went in so quickly, his nuts slapped upward, then stuck to the cum that oozed from her pussy opening.
"Ohhhhhh fuck!" he gasped. "How's ... it ... for you, baby?"
Sharon couldn't even breathe, much less speak, for a long moment. Pleasure and pain seared into her canal, almost as if each were fighting for hold. A split-second later, pleasure won out, sending a surge of warmth up and down her tunnel.
"Ohhhhhh ... yes!" she finally cried out, her voice raspy and low. "Perfect!"
"Sure ... is right," Fred said, pressing his lips to the back of her neck. He slipped his hands upward, then under her body, cupping the dangling tits with his fingers.
"Mmmmmm, I just love fucking your bung like this, baby. God, it's almost as good as your pussy!"
Sharon held herself still for a few seconds, letting her body adjust to his huge size, then slowly began working her hips back and forth. As his shaft slipped in and out of her squeezing canal, she felt as if a million icy-hot needles were suddenly puncturing her guts.
"Give it to me hard, you bastard," she whispered, throwing her head back. "I ... I really want a good fucking! Make . . . make it the best!"
Fred moved his mouth across her shoulders, then turned her upper body, giving him full view of her firm, ripened tits. He opened his mouth and chewed down on the coral-colored nipples, drawing them across his tongue, one at a time. He groaned suddenly, feeling his pleasure grow.
"Wow, this is nice," he murmured, sucking more hungrily around the rubbery tips of her tits. "Fucking my cock in you and sucking on these sweet jugs ..."
"I ... I know," Sharon gasped. Already her body was burning with passion, ready to explode. She flexed the muscles at the entrance to her shitter and pulled him hard inside. "Give it to me . . . hard!" she winced. "Oh . . . Jesus, I love you fucking me! I . . . I'm crazy about your big cock!"
Fred began a slow assault, rhythmically plunging his cock in and out of her hole, but soon his own passion began matching hers. He increased the speed of his fucking, then gave her all he had, slamming in so hard his stomach was punching her cheeks.
"Take it in your butt, you little whore," he moaned, lapping over her tits, his tongue flickering like a snake's. "Oh . . . yes, baby, eat it in your shitter and fuck out my cum."
The very mention of the word almost drove Sharon wild. She could feel the thick, greasy wads of jizz crawling into her guts, soaking into the smoldering walls, etching her flesh like acid. She felt a quiver run up her spine, then swell the back of her mouth.
"I ... I want you!" she screamed', her eyes 'closed, the picture of her husband's brother clearly in view. The fantasy seemed so real, she suddenly turned to make sure it wasn't Gary. The dark, curly hair of her husband brushed her lips and nose. "Mmmmmmm," she murmured. "I ... I love it! Keep fucking me hard! Harder! Faster!"
"Why?" Fred whispered, his voice wet against her tits. "I could do this all night."
"I ... I want to suck you again," Sharon whispered. "I want to eat your whole body inside me!"
"Goddamn!" Fred said. She hadn't been this excited since they'd first gotten married. "You really are hot tonight, aren't you?"
Sharon was only vaguely aware of his words. Nothing in the world seemed to matter except cock. Gary's cock. Fred's cock. God, any cock!
"Fuck . . . fuck me!" she shrieked, reaching between her legs. She began pulling and tugging at her erect clit, feeling it explode to her touch. Now, it seemed as if both her cunt and shitter were on fire, ready to melt together. "Fuck meeeeee!" she wailed, freezing in a paroxysm of raw release.
"Unh! Unh!" Fred grunted, lifting his face from her tits. He sat back on his haunches and pulled her legs wide, now drilling into her shitter with every ounce of strength he could muster. "Take it, cunt! Take it right up to your fucking, cocksucking brains!"
He had barely spit the words out when he felt a welling sensation at the base of his cock. Almost immediately, a lava-like warmth shot up the center of his shaft. When his cockhead ballooned and began squirting his cum, he was almost surprised. It had hit him so suddenly, almost without warning.
"Oh . . . fuck!" he yelled, withdrawing, then hammering back in. "Take it! I'm . . . I'm ... . unhhhhhhh ... fuck!"
Sharon gobbled her asshole around his exploding cock, hugging it fiercely with her muscles. Each quick burst of juice brought with it new and even more wonderful sensations, making a cauldron of her guts.
"Poke me!" she screamed, banging backward, absorbing more of his cream. "God . . . God . . . fuck me to pieces, you bastard!"
Her orgasm peaked violently, sending shivers of release into every cell of her body. The fiery sensations even seemed to burn around her hair. And when her ecstasy finally subsided, it was almost a relief. She fell in an exhausted heap, her chest heaving wildly.
"Unhhhhhhh!" she panted into the sheets. "Wonderful. God, just . . . fantastic!"
As she spoke, Fred blasted the last of his cum into her shitter, then punched his full weight into the tiny hole. He dug his toes into the covers, then scooted forward, moving them both upward on the bed.
"Oh . . . shit, take it all," he gasped, squirming his ass around, feeling his jism slosh around his meat. "Baby, baby, take . . . every fucking bit of it."
As Sharon lay beneath his huge, hulking frame, she found it almost impossible to believe, but her insides were still quivering with hunger. She moved slightly, feeling the pressure of his meat grind through her cum-splattered walls.
"Can . . . can I have it again?" she murmured. "Oh, please say yes. Let's do it all night!"
"Remember I have to work tomorrow," Fred said with a chuckle. "I wouldn't be any good."
"Who cares?" she teased. "As long as you're good here ..."
She nuzzled her face under his arm, touching the sweaty hairs with her lips, her words becoming a hungry muffle. She liked the taste of his body, so masculine, so pungent.
"Well, I'll have to take it easy, I guess," he said, pulling off her body. "Fast ones take a lot out of me."
"Ohhhh, I'll say," Sharon gasped, feeling a thick glob of cum seep from her shitter as he slipped his cock out. "Feels like a gallon!"
She pushed him to his back, then spread his legs, eyeing the massive, half-hard column of sticky prick. She then planted her knees between his thighs and lowered her face to the dark, swirling hairs. Even they were coated with the milky juices, looking like tiny pearls glistening in the amber light.
"Suck it, baby," Fred said, lifting his hips. "Come on, stick it in all the way. I want to come all over the back of that cocksucking throat!"
"Ohhhh, I want that too," Sharon gasped. "But first, let me lick you all over. Mmmmmmm, every hard inch!"
She darted her tongue out, touching it to the lush growth of hair on his stomach. Then for several seconds, she licked in and out of his belly button, finally moving to his small nipples. As she lapped over the sculptured angles of his chest, she was once again taken with his dark, sensuous looks. Rock hard and not an ounce of fat anywhere, he looked almost like forbidden meat. Almost like . . .
No, she wouldn't think of Gary. It wasn't fair to Fred. It wasn't fair to herself. She would think only of those bulging muscles, the taut flesh, the massive slab of dick.
"Like this?" she whispered, her mouth now moving to his right armpit. She stabbed her tongue under his arm, swirling it through the black hairs. "Mmmmmmm, I do!"
"That's nice, baby," Fred murmured, He both liked and hated it when she did this. It was so good, almost too good. Just thinking about what she was about to do filled him with tingling sensations that went all the way to the tips of his toes.
"You taste so good," Sharon whispered, lapping across his chest, treating his other armpit to a hungry lick job. "Mmmmmm, I'm gonna eat you all over, baby."
She kissed and pulled and nibbled with her mouth, working over his shoulders, down his arms. She then took his hands and licked and sucked on each finger, just as if they were small pricks. When his entire upper body was wet with her spit, she kissed across his hips, just barely touching the outer fringe of hair that surrounded his throbbing cock.
"Now?" Fred said. "You gonna suck me ... " "Oh, no," Sharon interrupted, "I'm nowhere near finished."
She began nibbling over the tops of his thighs, then kissed to his knees. Slowly, she licked to his calves, to the soles of his feet. Taking both feet in her hands, she stabbed the tip of her tongue between the spaces of his toes.
"God, baby, I can't take much more," Fred said, half-sitting, reaching for her. "Come on, give it to me now."
"Soon," she said, pushing him back down. "I want you to really want it."
"Are you nuts?" he said, looking at his cockhead. It was swollen, ready to spit like a cobra. "But if you want me to blow it on my stomach again ..."
Sharon remembered the earlier part of the evening, how excited she had been in the car. Somehow, it seemed almost centuries ago that she had seen Gary. She missed him suddenly.
"Mmmmmmm," she whispered, licking back up to his calves. As she kissed more eagerly, with greater passion, she spread his legs wide, then turned him to one side.
"Now your shitter," she whispered, nearing the dark crack of his ass. "I want ..."
"Oh . . . fuck, baby, can't you do that later?" Fred asked, wincing. "I'm not shitting you. I'm so fucking close ..."
"Me . . . too," Sharon said. Her guts were throbbing wildly, her cunt entrance opening and closing with delicate flutters. She fought the urge to gobble down on his cock, however, and planted her lips around his shitter.
"Mmmmmmm!" she murmured, stabbing her tongue deeply inside. "Delicious!"
"Fuck! Fuck!" Fred winced, almost exhausted from the amount of energy it took to hold back his explosive orgasm. His balls were aching as if someone had hit him with a baseball bat. And the way her tongue was now working, he knew he couldn't last another minute. "Don't! God, baby ... don't!"
"Mmmm-hmmmmm!" Sharon gurgled, pulling his ass hairs between her teeth, savoring the acrid flavor of his canal. She suddenly liked the torture, enjoying how much he needed her.
After another few seconds of hard licking and sucking, she lapped her tongue upward, letting it glide over his nuts. She
then kissed up the monstrous column of cock until her mouth pressed against the tightly drawn foreskin. With one move she gulped downward, swallowing the entire shaft.
"God . . . damn!" Fred yelled out, his lips turning white with anguish. The very second her mouth crunched into his hairs, he felt his balls explode, sending a gushing warmth up the center of his prick. "Suck, cocksucker!" he winced. "Jesus ... eat my cum and lick it down!"
Sharon was prepared for a lot of cum, but nothing like this! The first lump was almost a mouthful, making it impossible to swallow all at once. And when she gulped a little of it down, he blasted in another thick, lava-like load. Some of the fiery juices swept between her teeth like a raging tide while other globs burned behind her nose. Soon, twin, glistening streams of milky fluid rolled from both nostrils, wetting up her lips and chin.
"Aaaaaghh!" she choked, now feeling thick gushes shoot from the corners of her mouth.
"Suck it, bitch! Suck every fucking drop!" Fred grimaced, grabbing the back of her head. He began banging her face savagely into his crotch, humping upward at the same time. "Lick . . . suck . . . God, baby, eat me alive!"
As jizz slung all over her face and neck, Sharon felt her insides swell, almost as if she had a cock up her pussy. She squeezed her knees together, then squirmed her ass around. Immediately a rippling spasm of raw pleasure froze her canal. Seconds later, the narrow tunnel seemed to burst, sending a shower of scalding heat toward the back of her spine.
"Mmmmmmfffff!" she gargled, twisting her face around in his cum-splattered hairs.
"Oh . . . fuck ... all of it," Fred said, giving her the final blast of cum. He held her face hard against his middle, then slowly relaxed his grip. His chest was now heaving as if he'd run a mile, his face still contorted with anguished passion. "Baby, baby, baby," he groaned, his eyes closing.
"So . . . good," Sharon murmured, now lapping up and down his spent shaft, collecting all the stray gobs of jism. As each thick, milky lump seared into the back of her throat, she felt new tremors of ecstasy.
"Delicious," she moaned, pulling away, moving her lips into his hairs.
She lapped over his crotch, completely wetting his nuts, his cock, with her eager sucks. Finally, when he was totally clean, she kissed the tops of his thighs.
"I want some more to drink," she said softly, hugging his legs. She rolled her tits over the hairy texture of his flesh, feeling her excitement become rekindled. "Can I have it?"
"Mmmmm?" Fred said sleepily. He tried to move his head, but found it impossible. He was completely drained. Jesus, how could anyone want cock so much! he wondered.
"You're not going to sleep on me, are you?" Sharon said. "Ohhhhh, what a waste of meat!"
She lifted his half-hard cock and pressed the tip of it against her lips. Slowly, she sank her mouth down to the furry base, separating his balls with her chin. A few seconds later, the end of his shaft throbbed slightly between her tonsils.
"Oommmmmm," she grunted, sucking upward. "If it gets hard, that means I can suck it, right?"
When she was sure he was asleep, she allowed herself to play with the thoughts she had had earlier. She studied her husband carefully, seeing Gary in every hard angle, each angular contour.
"What is he doing right now?" she wondered aloud. She lowered her face once more to Fred's prick, taking the full length inside her mouth. She gave a throaty growl, again feeling her passions rise.
Is Gary getting his big dick sucked by Gina right now? Or is he slamming it to her pussy? What is he doing? And whatever it is, I wish . . .
God, I wish he were doing it to me!
CHAPTER FOUR
Gary withdrew his prod from Gina's cum-splattered asshole, then heaved forward once more. This time, his cockhead punctured her cuntlips, finally slipping to the back of her canal.
"Since I'm already here," he panted, crushing his full weight down on her back, "thought I'd do this hole too."
"Ohhhhh . . . yes," Gina said. Although she had loved every moment of his ass-fucking, she felt raw and torn. And when he slipped his prick out of her shitter, the relief was almost as good as the pleasure she now experienced inside her cunt.
"Just keep it in me," she murmured, again looking at the photograph of Fred. "I want you inside me like this all night. Sleep on me like this. Just fuck me . . . forever!"
Gary humped over her body, withdrawing, then stabbing his prick back inside her cunt. He loved it when she was like this, ready and willing to do it all night. She hadn't always been like this. In fact, only lately. He wondered what he had done, what had happened to make her so cock hungry.
"You like fucking me?" he whispered.
Gary spoke, but it was Fred's voice Gina heard.
"Yes," she said, locking her eyes on the picture of Fred. "Mmmmmm, I ... I can't get enough of your big, hard dick!"
As she said the words, she could almost feel the hairy chest against her back. That was one thing she really liked, but Gary's chest was smooth, almost like warm marble. She reached around and fingered the base of his cock, taking some of the wiry strands of hair between her fingers.
"I ... I like this," she said. "Mmmmmm, I like how it scrapes my skin."
"Hair?" Gary said. "Too bad I don't have a lot of it like Fred. I always hated him for that." He chuckled suddenly. "But I always told him that hair doesn't grow on steel."
"Fred is hairy, isn't he?" Gina said, sounding conversational. "I guess Sharon really likes that."
"Mmmmmmm, let's talk about us," Gary said. "Hair or no hair, I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of you, baby."
"Oh, I think you have," Gina said, pursing her ass muscles. "Feels like I've had a cattle prod up my butt."
"Well, now you're gonna get one in this sweet, little pussy," he said, kissing the back of her neck.
"Do it," Gina said passionately, tearing her eyes away from the photograph of Fred. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair! What kind of woman am I? she demanded of herself. Here I am thinking of another man while my husband fucks me!
Another man . . .
Well, there were other men. Even besides Fred. She thought of that lifeguard, during that summer in Indiana when she'd stayed with her grandparents. How they had stolen into the woods one night. She remembered his touch, rough, yet deliciously exciting. He had been hairy.
She remembered tearing herself away from his embrace, dashing through the woods, the tears stinging her face. Good girls didn't do that. Good girls waited.
So she had waited.
And now that she had waited, and was married to Gary, she suddenly realized that perhaps it hadn't been such a good idea after all. She had known only one cock in her entire life. Sure, it was big and hard delicious, but still ... it was the only one. What were others like? Fred's?
Someone else, perhaps?
"Oh . . . give it to me!" she screamed to all those boys who had wanted to fuck her and had been refused. "Drill my pussy apart!" Cocks seemed to close in on her, nearing her mouth, her tits, her armpits, her pussy. "All . . . of . . . unhhhhh!" She had almost said, "All of you!" She bit her lip, her face contorting with anguish. "All of it!" she screamed. "Fuck me! God . . . fuck me to death!"
"Holy . . . fucking . . . Jesus," Gary murmured. Didn't she ever slow down? If she fucked like this every night, he'd be an old man before he was thirty! "You really are in a bad way, aren't you?"
"Fuck . . . me," Gina said, her voice just above a whisper. Every ounce of her strength seemed to be centered at her cunt. Her muscles were pulling, sucking, lapping around his prod. "Mmmmmmm," she said suddenly, a raw climax bursting at her opening. "Oh . . . mmmmm!"
When Gary felt her insides work around on his meat like a mouth, he felt electric-like jolts of pleasure hit his loins. He pulled back, but it was hard, her insides were a powerful vacuum. Finally, when his cockhead just stretched at her opening, he lunged back in, shoving his full weight between her thighs.
"Take it, slut!" he yelled, biting down on the back of her neck like an angry snake. "Take my big cock and fuck it right up to your cum-sucking brains!"
When Gina felt the hard punches of his prod, she again had another crashing explosion of tortured release thunder inside her body. She lifted her upper body upward, supporting herself on her elbows, and threw her head back. Her climax was now peaking savagely, riddling her body with satisfaction.
"Aaaaaghhhhh!" she shrieked. She flinched, bucked, then fell back down, gasping into the sheets. "Oh . . . Jesus . . . yesssss!" she moaned.
"Hey, baby, you're not stopping are you?" Gary grunted, feeling her body go limp. "I'm just getting started good."
As if to prove his point, he began thundering wildly in and out of her hole, each stroke coming faster than the one before. Finally, his ass was bobbing up and down in a fleshy blur, his cock punching like a piston-machine out of control.
While he fucked her brutally, Gina could only lie there, allow herself to be pummeled about like a rag doll. Yet even without moving, she felt more spasms of orgasm work up and down her canal, ready to spit from her opening.
"Fuck . . . me," she murmured, using the last ounce of her strength to tighten her pussy muscles. "Fuck me . . .full of hot, sweet cream!"
"Oh . . . shit!" Gary barked, grabbing her thighs. He dug his long fingers into the soft flesh and yanked her backward. At the same time he got to his knees and drilled forward. His move caused his prick to become fully embedded inside her cunt. Even part of the loose skin around his nuts squeezed into her tight opening. "Take my cum now! You . . . fucking . . . cocksucking . . . whore!"
He held himself inside her like that until the second burst of molten cum shot from the end of his prick. When the third quick blast of milky juice swept up the center of his shaft, he began punching in and out, gasping as his swinging balls slapped upward, hitting her stomach.
When Gina felt the burning sensation of jism, she awoke with new life. She arched her back, then began thrusting her ass back and forth, eagerly working her pussy around his prick.
"Full!" she panted, reaching around and clawing at his pumping ass. "Ram my pussy full of hot cum!"
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Gary moaned, now feeling the bulk of his release pour into her guts. He took a deep breath, then heaved forward, squirming around as the last glob exploded from his cockhead.
"Unhhhhhhh!" he gasped, releasing the hold he had on her legs. He moved his hands under her body and squeezed her tits. He took the rubbery nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pulled the satiny mounds to either side.
"Love . . . you, baby," he said tenderly, licking toward her right nipple.
"Oh Gary... I love your cock," Gina moaned. She now felt fully refreshed, almost as if his cum was like a medicine. She worked her ass around, shivering with anticipation.
"Can I have you like this always?" she asked, wondering herself why she liked it.
"Always, baby," Gary said, his voice a soft murmur against her tit. "Wouldn't let you go for the world."
Wouldn't you?
What if you knew what I had just been doing? Fucking you, and thinking about your brother. Not only that, but the other ones that I could have fucked.
It was, however, just a thought. She hadn't actually done it. And she wouldn't do it . . . Or would I?
What would Fred say, how would he react if I said . . .
"Let me suck your cock," she said aloud.
"Hmmmmm?" Gary said. "I thought you wanted it this way all night, baby."
"I do," she whispered softly, snuggling under his body. "Mmmmmmm, I want . . . you."
She felt his weight become dead as he fell asleep. She kept her eyes toward :he night stand for several moments, her glance once more taking in the handsome features of Fred.
When she finally closed her eyes, her mind melting into sleep, Fred's smiling face seemed almost to burn in her memory. This sensation was almost as pleasant as the hard sensations inside her pussy, where Gary's cock lay throbbing.
She dreamt. After all, it isn't a sin to dream.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sharon saw the golden-haired figure in the distance, recognized the hard angles of the man's shoulders immediately. But what was Gary doing here? He was supposed to be out of town for the day. At least Gina had said so.
She walked through the crowded mall, scurrying past several women with shopping bags, an old man with a cane, almost tripped over a young child, then slowed down, now stalking the man.
God, from this angle that little ass of his is just begging to be pinched. It was twitching slightly from side to side, tightly encased in white jeans. Should I?
"Hello," she said. As she spoke, she gave his right cheek a quick squeeze with her fingers. "You know, you've got the cutest ass ... " "Huh?" the man said, turning, a shocked expression on his face.
"You . . . you're not Gary!" Sharon said, feeling her heart pound in her throat.
"No, but I sure wish to hell I was," the man said, grinning. "I'm Mike."
"I'm sorry, believe me," Sharon said, flushing beet red. How could I have been such a total idiot? He didn't look anything like Gary at all! Except for that blond hair, and that ass . . .
"You see, I thought you were my brother-in-law and ... " Even that sounded stupid. Like maybe I go around pinching anyone remotely related to me in on the ass. What must he think? What must everyone around here think? Some people had stopped, seeing what had happened. "Well, if you have a sister," the man began, his voice calm, casual, "I'll marry her. Just so I can be your brother-in-law."
Sharon looked into his dark-brown eyes and felt her knees almost buckle. What I should do is apologize and get the hell away. Something held her to the spot, however. The man was so good looking, and those shoulders . . .
"I ... uh ... I, that is," she began, wondering what it was she was trying to say.
"I didn't quite catch your name," Mike said. "Or shall I just call you The Pincher?"
"Sharon," she said, looking down, embarrassed all over again. As she lowered her head, she noticed that his front was just as attractive as his back. A thick bulge squeezed the material of the jeans. She could almost make out the angles of his prick. "I . . I'm sorry," she finally said, again looking into his smiling eyes.
"Well?" he said, folding his arms. "Your place or mine? Or right here?"
* * *
As Sharon let Mike into the house, she was suddenly gripped with fear, guilt. What would Fred say if he suddenly walked in? He did that sometimes, had even made a joke about it. He had told her it would be dangerous to have an affair. Construction work was unreliable. Sometimes one worked for fifteen hours at a stretch, sometimes they knocked off at noon.
How would I explain it? she wondered.
Don't worry, honey, it isn't what you think it is. You see, I thought it was your brother I was seducing.
Isn't that funny?
"Nice place," Mike said, looking around the room. "Where's your husband?"
Sharon giggled suddenly. What would he say if I told him in the next room? Nerves. God, nerves! Whatever possessed her to pull a stunt like this!
"He's at work," she said. "Will be for hours."
"People can do a lot in a few hours," Mike said, suggestion in his eyes.
"Like what?" Sharon teased. Hell, she'd come this far.
Mike embraced her, then gave her a slow, sensuous kiss, letting his tongue play deliberately inside her mouth. Suddenly, it became more intense, until finally, Sharon felt as if she had an egg beater in her mouth.
"Wow," she said breathlessly, pulling away, "you do everything as well as you kiss?"
"Want to find out?" Mike said. He looked over her shoulder toward where the bedroom was. He then picked her up in his arms and carried her toward the hall. "Tell me where to go," he said, kissing the side of her neck.
"Mmmmmm, I'll tell you where to . . . come," she said. God, she felt like a princess in a fairy tale, whisked away like this. And those shoulders . . .
Later, as he laid her on the bed, she realized just how handsome he really was. Would it be as exciting if he were Gary? she wondered.
"I. . . I'm going to do it," she murmured, watching him shuck out of his clothes. At that moment, she realized what it was she was going to do. She was going to make every effort to seduce her brother-in-law. This was going to be a dry-run, so to speak. "Yes," she repeated, "I'm going to do it."
"I sure hope so," Mike said, looking down at her jutting tits. He pulled the material of her blouse away, then removed her bra. When the rounded, ripened tits came into view, he gave a low whistle. "Jesus, you're beautiful," he said, now tugging at her skirt.
When she was fully naked, he lay beside her, stroked her body tenderly, almost as if she were fragile. Slowly, he lowered his mouth to her nipples and took them one at a time between his lips, just barely wetting them with the tip of his tongue.
"God . . .you taste as good as you look," he gasped, moving his right hand to her soft mound of pussy.
Sharon could almost feel the room spin. Perhaps part of it was the danger, she thought, or maybe it was just his good looks that turned her on so. At any rate, her insides were growing more buttery by the minute.
"Let me see what you got," she said softly, reaching for his crotch. When she felt the rubbery, pulsating slab of cock, an electric-like jolt of pleasure shot up her arm.
"God, you're huge!" She grasped the monster and jacked the loose foreskin over the oval-shaped head. As she did, a clear drop of fluid oozed from his cum-hole.
"Mmmmmmm, let me taste you, too," she said.
The man lay on his back and spread his legs,, watching her with a mixture of fascination and hunger. How did he get so lucky? he wondered. He'd seen a lot of women in his day, but nothing to compare with this red-haired beauty. Her skin was soft and creamy, not a blemish anywhere. And those tits! God, they were perfect, just made for sucking. The tips were coral-colored, and he could still remember how they throbbed against the tip of his tongue.
"You'd better hurry," he gasped, squeezing her between his legs, "or I just might attack you."
"Mmmmmmm, I was planning exactly that," Sharon said, lowering her face to his golden-brown crotch hair. She lifted his thick, pulsating shaft of dick and admired the angular contours, the dark, purplish veins, the slight indention just under the head. The massive column led down to a pair of furry, huge balls. "Just as soon as I finish attacking you," she murmured, touching the glistening cockhead with her lips.
"Holy . . . fucking . . . God!" Mike growled, sitting up. She had gobbled down his cock with one move, pursing her lips around his shaft and nudging to the root. "You . . . God, baby, you can take it all! I ... I don't fucking believe it!"
Sharon pulled up, letting his prod slip from her mouth and hit his smooth, hairless stomach.
"Mmmmmmm, when a girl has something this big and meaty, she'd be a fool not to try at least," she said, darting her tongue down the rubbery underside. "Mmmmmmm, and I just love licking balls, too," she added, gulping the giant orbs into her mouth one at a time.
"Christ . . . suck it, cocksucker," Mike moaned, falling to his back and grabbing for the sheets. "Don't play around with my nuts when you can suck dick like that."
"Want to fuck me?" Sharon whispered, stroking the tops of his hairy thighs with her fingernails. "Hmmmm, you big-dicked bastard? Want to do that?"
"No ... I mean, yes," the man gasped: "It's just that I want this . . . first. OK?"
"You can fuck me and get sucked at the same time," Sharon said.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Pretend my mouth is a tight little pussy," Sharon said, lying back. She parted her lips, then ran the tip of her pink tongue over her bottom teeth.
"Get on me, stud. Fuck my mouth."
"Oh . . . God," Mike said, swallowing hard. He must be dreaming! He moved forward, straddling her middle, then planted his knees in her armpits. As he leaned forward, the underside of his shaft throbbed between those sweet, soft tits.
"Oh . . . God," he said again, wondering if he'd last another five seconds.
"Mmmmmm, you like it like this?" Sharon asked, squeezing her tits together, forming a tunnel around his prick. She then leaned her head forward and touched the tip of his meat with her mouth. "I ... I love it myself," she murmured.
"Oh . . . shit!" Mike said, punching forward, yelping as his nuts crawled through the silky masses of tit. He ground his cockhead fully into the back of her throat, then froze. "Don't... don't move. Not yet," he gasped. "If you do, I'll blow you away right now!"
Sharon certainly didn't want that. At least not until she'd really gotten a taste. She remained motionless, except for her hands. She cupped his hairy ass and gently played at the greasy crack with her fingers.
A few moments later, Mike pulled back, then thrust back in. He stopped for a few more seconds, then again repeated the action. Slowly, he placed his hands at the back of her head and pulled her face fully into his crotch.
"God . . . baby," he murmured.
"Now . . . fuck, let's go at it now. Maybe I can hold off for a while."
At this point, Sharon couldn't care if he shot off now or later. Her pussy was a bubbling inferno, the delicate walls oozing a steamy film of juice. Already the insides of her thighs were sticky, aching for what her mouth was getting. She dropped one hand to the slick mound and kept the other on his ass. Then, as she locked her mouth around the base of his cock; she gouged one finger inside her pussy, one finger inside his shitter canal.
"Unhhhhh!" Mike spat. "God . . . you're good, baby. Too fucking good! Your husband is nuts for leaving you alone! If I had you, I'd stay parked here all the time!"
"Mmmmmmmm!" Sharon groaned, unable to concentrate on anything except his thick, throbbing prod, the way her cunt was now pulsating with nearing climax.
"Suck it, whore," Mike said, suddenly quickening his moves. He began blasting his cock in and out of her open mouth until the room echoed with the smacking sounds his stomach caused when it hit her forehead. "Lick every damned inch in and eat out my cum! I want you to fucking gargle it down, cocksucker!"
Just thinking about his load was enough to cause a minor explosion inside Sharon's pussy. She arched her back, then slipped her feet under her ass. As her ecstasy peaked, sending wave after wave of relief up and down her convulsing canal, she jerked upward, lifting them both slightly off the bed.
"Mmmmfffff!" she choked, twisting her head from side to side, now sucking on him as if she were trying to pull his entire body inside her throat.
"Jesus . . . Jesus Fucking Christ!" Mike said, wondering how it was possible something could feel so good, yet ache so bad. His nuts were so swollen, they felt as if they were on fire. And each time they slipped between those tits, he thought he'd go crazy!
"Suck . . . goddamn you . . . suck," he gasped weakly, now engulfing her face and shoulders with his hulking frame.
When Sharon felt his muscular body surround her, enfolding her in darkness, she experienced another massive spasm of climax. This time, the sensations peaked for what seemed an eternity, inflaming every cell of her body. She screamed and bucked wildly, tore savagely at her cunt, his bobbing ass.
"Take it, bitch," the man said. "Oh . . . shit, yes. Take my big cock and lick out my cream! I'm . . . I'm ... oh Jesus fuck! I'm . . . unhhhhhhhh!"
Sharon felt his cock expand, the end of it balloon, now throbbing as quickly as her heart- beat. Seconds later, she tasted the steam from his cum, then the sudden blast of scalding fluid. The liquid, molten and rich, completely covered the back of her throat, then gushed in every direction. Some of the juices squirted upward, behind her nose where it spewed from both nostrils, other wads billowed into her cheeks, under her tongue.
"Unh!" Mike grunted, punching in the second blast of cum.
Thick cream gushed from the corners of Sharon's mouth, rolling to her ears.
"Unh! Unh!" the man growled, ramming in the third, fourth blast, then the bulk of his heavy load. "Suck, cocksucker! God, suck me dry! Chew on it! Eat, bitch! Eat!"
Sharon gulped as furiously as was humanly possible, but even her eager mouth couldn't take all he had to offer. Also, when her own climax renewed itself, thundering wildly up and down her pussy canal, her throat locked, trapping the fiery liquid inside her mouth. Soon her face, neck and shoulders were steaming with his jizz, causing their bodies to smack, stick together.
"Mmmmmmm!" she gurgled, enjoying an especially wonderful spasm of orgasm. She lifted her other hand from her cunt and crushed his body forward, digging her fingers into his asshole. As she did, the last of his milky jism burst into her throat. "Aaaaghhhh!" she choked, lapping it down, again becoming inflamed with pure, raw ecstasy.
"Unhhhhhh," Mike said, falling forward, crushing his full weight into her mouth. "Keep sucking," he panted. "God, baby, lick my dick . . . forever!"
When Sharon got all she could from his cock, she gently pushed him away, moving with him. As he flopped to his back, she began licking and chewing all over his crotch, sucking the cooling pools of cum into her throat. When he was entirely clean, she kissed his nuts, then began jacking his meat slowly.
"Want to give me some more?" she murmured. "Mmmmmmm, I could drink fifty gallons of this sweet cream!"
"Shit . . . I'll bet you could," Mike said, feeling his strength return. "But if you eat cock like that, I'm almost afraid to find out what else you can do."
"Oh, don't be afraid," she teased, sitting back. She cupped her tits, then lifted them. When the nipples touched her chin, she lowered her face and darted her tongue over the rubbery surfaces. "I'm not going to hurt you," she said, looking at him with a sensuous grin. "I'm going to make you feel so . . . " Her words were cut off as the telephone rang, shattering the mood. She exhaled loudly, then shrugged her shoulders.
"Just a second," she said, reaching for the receiver. "I'll be right with you."
She answered the phone, listened for a few seconds, then frowned. It was Gina, wondering if she and Gary were supposed to come over that night. How could she even think of anything else right now? All that mattered with that big-dicked stud lying next to her. She didn't want to think of Gina, even of Gary, or Fred . . .
"Fred!" she gasped into the receiver. "I was supposed to take him lunch! I forgot!"
"Anything special?" Gina asked. "I. . . mean, if you're busy, I could take it for you."
"Would you?" Sharon said. "Just pick up some chicken or some tacos. God, Gina, I appreciate this! I'm really . . . uh, busy right now. Uh, cleaning my oven."
"I don't mind at all," Gina said, her voice measured and calm. She was glad she was on the phone, however, because she was so excited she was ready to piss in her pants. "I don't mind at all."
"You're a doll," Sharon said. "I'll do you a favor, OK?"
She hung up the phone, then turned to the blond, young giant.
"Now, where were we?" she asked.
"I think you were about to clean your oven," he smiled.
"Oh, no," she whispered, straddling him. "You're gonna clean it." She held his cock up and nudged the tip of it inside her swollen canal. "And I want you to just scrub the living fuck out of it!"
CHAPTER SIX
Gina's hand was shaking as she replaced the receiver. She then took another of what must now be a million glances at the photograph of Gary and Fred.
"I'm going to give you a lunch you'll never forget," she whispered. "Oh God, I just hope you'll do it to me," she added, spreading her legs.
She sipped her fingers into her oozing cunt, feeling the spasming muscles hug her, almost like a mouth. She then leaned forward and cried out as if in pain. Ecstasy tore into her body, agonizing, aching, unfulfilled.
"I want you to fuck me with that big cock until I hurt!" she winced. "I ... I want it poking out my guts, you bastard!"
A short while later, she drove her car into the jobs site, inhaling the aroma of the fried chicken she had brought. Even the food reminded her of sex, it seemed. His mouth would be right here, she thought, touching a chicken leg. That sweet, sensuous mouth.
"God, I'd love to shove this thing up my cunt and have him ..."
She swerved, almost hitting a temporary light pole. She then saw Fred, surrounded by other bare-chested men and slammed on her brakes, skidding slightly sideways.
"Actually I'm a pretty good driver," she said to the smiling Fred, through the minor dust storm she had created. "I . . . I'm just not myself today."
Then if you're not yourself today, Fred thought, you wouldn't be my brother's wife, and then I could fuck the shit out of you!
"Hello," he said. "What brings you here?" "Brought you something to eat," she answered, arching her back. As she did, her tits thrust upward, dangerously pressing against the silk blouse. "Sharon couldn't make it. I hope you're not too disappointed."
"Something to eat, huh?"- Fred said, mesmerized by the jutting tits. "I'd love to eat. . . huh? Oh, thanks. No, of course I'm not disappointed."
"Well, here it is," she said, giving him the chicken, suddenly losing all her nerve. This was ridiculous! Stupid! He's not interested in me. Just that chicken. "I ... I hope you like it," she added, her fingers brushing his as she handed him the box.
"Hey, why don't we go some place and eat together?" he asked. "The chicken, I mean."
"How long do you have for lunch?" Gina asked.
"The rest of the day," he said. "Knocking off early. Got all the conduit laid. Thought I'd sneak home and see if Sharon is having an affair."
"I doubt it," Gina laughed. God, why would she? When she had that hunk of man! "She's cleaning her oven."
"There's a . . . uh, well, a motel down the road," Fred began, trying to sound casual. "Some of the electrical guys from out of town keep it rented, and ..."
"Sure," Gina said, a little too quickly. "I mean, uh . . . sure."
Moments later, they were in the motel room, each trying to ignore the pounding in their chests. On the surface, however, they both looked calm, almost serene. Like the eye of a tornado.
"You really like chicken?" Gina said conversationally, watching him eat.
"There are things better," he replied, smacking his lips, his eyes on her tits. He picked up another piece of meat, then added, "I really like . . . breast."
Well, it's now or never, Gina thought.
"Do you like mine?" she asked, looking him squarely in the eye.
The next split-second was filled with years of conversation, done completely by eye contact-animal magnetism. An aura of understanding seemed to encase them both, as if in that second they had discussed, argued, and agreed on what would happen next.
"Oh . . . God," Fred whispered, tossing the piece of chicken aside. He leaned over and grabbed her, throwing her to the bed. He then yanked at her clothing and when she was naked, his own.
"Oh ... my God!" he gasped, his eyes taking in the full beauty of her firm body. "Better than I... I imagined!" he murmured.
While he hungrily feasted on her jutting tits, the swollen mound of blonde-haired cunt, the tiny waist, the lean, sensuous feature, Gina's eyes were glazed with anticipation.
That big hunk of muscled man is going to be ramming his beautiful cock in me!
"I ... I want you!" she said, tier voice a whisper. "God, I've wanted you so long!"
"Let me take a shower first," Fred said, suddenly hating himself, construction work, the world. Why spoil this mood for something as stupid as a shower? He suddenly hated showers too. "I wouldn't want to get you dirty ..."
"No!" Gina almost screamed, running her fingers over his dirty, sweaty body. "I ... I want you just like this! I want to taste you, smell you ... eat you alive!"
See? Wasn't she perfect?
"Oh Jesus!" he gasped, locking his mouth around hers. He crushed over her body and humped the underside of his cock against her slick patch of pussy hair. "Oh Gina . . . I . . . I . . . fuck, I think I love you!"
As he murmured the words into her throat, Gina bucked wildly. Even a kiss from this man made her body climax with passion! God, what would that big cock do?
"I want it!" she begged, grabbing for his rock-hard cock. The mere touch of the fantastic slab was enough to cause another gut-crunching spasm inside her cunt.
"Unhhhhhhh!" she shrieked.
"Wait," Fred whispered. "I want to taste you all over, baby. God, I've been thinking about this moment so long. I ... I want it to last forever!"
Gina was thankful that she had already climaxed, because she wouldn't have been able to wait another second. She stretched her legs and dug her nails into those massive, dirt-streaked shoulders she had craved.
"Do it," she said, kissing him again. "God . . . do it all to me! Everything!"
"Mmmmmm, I will," Fred said, lapping his tongue over her lips, over her chin. He pressed his mouth into the hollow of her throat, then licked to those firm, upturned tits.
"Oh, shit, I love your tits," he grunted, closing his lips around the delicate, pink-tipped nipples.
When Gina felt the warmth of his spit against her breasts, she cried out again, this time her passion filled with anguish. She'd never felt this way before, couldn't understand the emotions that swept around her like a damp fog.
"Fuck me!" she screamed, raking at his back with her nails. "Goddamn you, shove your cock in my pussy and . . . and . . . ohhhhhh!"
"Not yet," Fred whispered, leaving her tits, moving his mouth to her flat, smooth stomach. His chin was now brushing the top of her fringe of blonde pussy hair. He could actually smell the heady aroma of her juices. "I . . . I'm gonna lick this sweet box and get it ripe for fucking."
His words became a muffle as he slipped his mouth through the silky hairs to the oozing slit. He then placed his thumbs at the sides of the small opening and pulled the loose folds of skin back. When he saw the pink, seeping tunnel, he felt a jolt of hunger sear into the back of his throat.
"Oh . . . fuck!" he cried out, stabbing his tongue deeply inside. "Mmmmmmm . . . hot . . . sweet . . . pussy!"
When Gina felt him inside her, she thought the universe had exploded. She had never had a climax like this, didn't know it was even possible. Massive spasms tore up and down her tunnel, powerful, growing more intense. Soon, ecstasy bordered torture.
"Now!" she begged. "I ... I have to have you now!"
Fred gave her pussy a few more quick stabs, then nibbled around her rock-hard clit. He, too, knew he couldn't stay there much longer. His prod was jerking so hard, he thought it might fall off. He quickly licked back upward, moving his face slowly between her tits. As he did, his prick moved up the insides of her thighs, and was now just inches from that glorious hole.
"Baby, baby, baby," he murmured, biting down on her mouth like an angry snake. "I'm going to give you a fucking ..."
As their kiss became all-consuming, he plunged deeply into her boiling pussy with one stroke. And when they each felt his enormous cockhead plow through the tightly constricted walls, they screamed out together, their voices racked with delicious, exotic torture.
"Ohhhhh!" Gina gasped a few seconds later, her insides now fully adjusted to his enormous size. "Do it hard, you big bastard. Give me that cock and fuck my pussy to hamburger!"
Fred withdrew his prick until just the tip of it remained inside her box. He held himself there for a couple of seconds while he licked his tongue in and out of her mouth, then rammed forward with his full strength. His nuts slapped noisily into the crack of her ass, his chest spread her tits to the sides.
"Fuck!" he gasped, squinting his eyes closed with raw pleasure. "Your pussy is the fucking best!"
"Oh . . . you make it that way," Gina yelled. Another swelling orgasm burned at the back of her tunnel, sweeping forward like a lava flow. "Do it," she grunted, now feeling her pussy lips twitch wildly around the root of his meat. "Fuck me . . . forever!"
Fred placed his hands on her shoulders, then kicked her legs wide apart with his knees. He buried his toes into the sheets and heaved forward with his full strength, puncturing her hole with a savage thrust. He withdrew just as quickly, then hammered back in.
"Like this . . . whore!" he panted, his ass now bobbing wildly. "You like my cock . . . poking your guts . . . hard?"
"Yesssss!" Gina wailed, clawing at his back, every cell in her body on fire with lust. "God . . . fuck me!"
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Fred winced, now giving her every hard inch, banging it in as hard as possible, slapping her body around as if she were a rag doll. "Take it, you cum-licking whore! Take my cock and eat it right up to your brains!"
As he tore in and out of her burning hole, he felt his nuts swell, then throb with delicious aches. He made an attempt to hold back, but knew even as he did it, it would be impossible to stop the churning, explosive wads. The root of his prick was now in flames, rock-hard, ready to burst.
"Want some hot cum now?" he asked. "Oh God, baby, I'm gonna load up this little ..."
"Fuck meeee!" Gina shrieked, feeling his cockhead balloon, squeezing her pussy tube painfully apart.
"Now, bitch!" Fred yelled, lifting his head. When he gouged the first, boiling lump of jism into her cunt, he bit back down on her mouth, stabbing his tongue deeply into her throat. "Mmmmmm, now!" he yelled, his voice vibrating through her lungs.
If Gina had waited for perfection, for total satisfaction, she had now waited long enough. Her very soul was alive, electric with pure, absolute pleasure. And each time she felt another greasy, steaming wad of cum hit her insides, it only became more beautiful.
"Aieeee!" she screamed, bucking and writhing savagely beneath his pumping ass. "Give it to me! Give me all of it! Shove me . . . fullll!"
Seconds later, Fred blasted the bulk of his monstrous load into the back of her cunt, then fell forward. As he punched his full weight between the delicate lips of her pussy, he squirmed his ass around. His cum, hot and juicy, sloshed backward, swirling around his meat, then burst from the bottom of her hole. As the fluid oozed downward, it glued his nuts to the crack of her ass.
"Oh . . . God," he said, rocking back and forth, giving her a final, hammer-like thrust with his cock. "Take it all, baby. Right up . . . here!"
When Gina's orgasms finally subsided to dull throbs, she was almost glad. It was almost too good. She said as much to Fred.
"Hey, baby, nothing can be too good," he laughed.
"Oh, I don't know," Gina panted. "I've been thinking about this so much lately. God, you wouldn't believe it. And when Gary and I . . . " She stopped suddenly and looked at him. Now that their passions were spent, would he hate her? She had seduced him. Her own husband's brother!
"Yes?" he said softly. "When you and Gary do what?"
"When we fuck, well, lately, I've been wishing it, well, I wanted . . . you," she stammered.
"Wouldn't that really rip my little brother?" Fred grinned. "He's always been the big stud. Me, I was always good old dependable Fred."
"Oh, no," Gina said, squeezing her arms around his waist. "Mmmmmm, you're the stud from now on."
"You're not sorry for it then?" Fred asked, kissing her lightly on the forehead.
"No. Are you?"
"I guess we'll have to be careful, though," he said, shaking his head. "I wouldn't want to hurt Sharon, or my brother. I love them both."
"So do I," Gina said.
"We'll just be cool about it, OK?" Fred said. "I think Sharon would shit. She couldn't even think of doing something like this. Neither could Gary."
"I know," Gina said sadly. "I just wish they could understand."
"Well, we have the rest of the day together," he smiled. "Let's make the most of it."
"What did you have in mind, you big brute?" she teased, again feeling a ripple of pleasure at the back of her cum-soaked pussy.
"I'm going to fuck your brains out, baby," he said, again moving his prick in and out of her oozing hole.
"Ohhhhh, something tells me I'm gonna love being empty-headed!" she gasped.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Fuck me!" Sharon cried out. "Jesus Christ, fuck my brains out, you big bull!"
"Oh . . . baby," Mike whispered, running the tip of his tongue over the soft flesh of her shoulders. "You just lay there like a good little girl and I'll poke your asshole right up between your lungs!"
He spread her legs wide and got to his knees. Then for several seconds he just admired the delicate contours of her back, the way her tiny waist gave way to her rounded, firm ass. The hair against the back of her neck gave her flesh an even greater contrast. He felt almost like a cannibal, wanting to devour her.
"I could eat you alive, baby," he murmured. "God, you're beautiful!"
"Do it later," Sharon murmured into the pillow. "I . . .1 want that big thing in my asshole right now. I want it hard, too! Really ream me out."
"Wow, I've never known a lady who was so fucking dick-hungry," Mike said. "Where have you been all my life?"
Sharon gave a soft groan, waiting for the pressure of his cock inside her shitter. She didn't really want to say much more to him, because he seemed to be taking this all a little too seriously. How would he feel if he knew the only reason he was even here was because he looked like someone else?
She thought of Gary suddenly, wishing it had been him instead of Mike. Sure, Mike was good. Great, even. But it had all been purely physical. And with her head in the pillows like this, she could hardly even remember what he looked like.
He had blond hair like Gary, a nice cock like Gary probably had, a tight, firm ass . . .
It was Gary suddenly nudging into her crack. Mike dissolved into memory. It was Gary's huge cock piercing her shitter.
"Give it to me!" she screamed. Gary!
"Give it to me!" Gary!
"You got it, baby," Mike growled, thrusting his hips forward. He entered her shitter easily, and felt his balls nestle just at the bottom of her pussy. "Oh fuck . . . like this?" he whispered, leaning forward, crushing his body over hers.
From the corner of her eye, Sharon saw the strands of blond hair. They were the color of corn, just like Gary's. His hands were on her shoulders, long capable-looking fingers, digging into her flesh. It was Gary holding her.
"Oh Jesus!" she wailed, bucking. A stabbing ripple of pure ecstasy shot up and down her spine, tingling both her shit and cunt canals. "Hard, you bastard! Give it to me! Load up my asshole with a whole vat of cum!"
"Oh, lady, I don't believe you," Mike said. She had gotten excited before, but nothing like this! He had to hold her tightly just to keep from getting bucked off. And the way her shitter was working on his prick!
"Almost as good as that cocksucking mouth of yours," he murmured, biting into the flesh at the back of her neck.
Sharon began humping and writhing, her aching desires growing more intense. And each quick stab of his rock-hard prod sent her to new heights of ecstasy. Soon, her entire body was shivering with release, her insides melting.
"Aieeeeeee!" she shrieked, lifting her head, then falling back down. "Now! Fuck me hard . . . now!"
As her passion became almost like a rage, Mike felt his own pleasure mount dramatically. He had hoped they could take this one slowly, make it last. It was more than obvious, however, it wouldn't be possible. Her climax had created a vacuum which was practically yanking his cum from his nuts!
"Take it, you fucking slut," he panted, now bobbing his ass up and down, digging his cock in and out of her shitter with brutal thrusts. "Take my prick all the way in and fuck me dry! Unh! Take it! Unh! Take it all!"
As he said the last word, his climax tore from his balls and showered up the center of his plunging meat. It seemed to boil inside his cockhead for a split-second, then exploded wildly from his cum-hole, filming up her creamy insides. As the juice hit her, he gave a low, choking moan, burying his face in her peach-colored hair.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sharon screamed, reaching around and clutching his pumping ass. Another storm of raw pleasure burned into her opening, melting downward. Both her canals seemed to mold together, become one mass of writhing flesh.
"Fuck meeeeee!" she wailed, her ecstasy peaking violently.
For the next several moments the man plowed into her body with every ounce of strength he could manage, finally collapsing from sheer exhaustion. His breath was hot against her neck, his chest heaving wildly.
"Oh baby, that . . . that was the best," he said, his voice raspy, pained. "I ... I wish I could have this sweet ass to fuck for the rest of my life."
"Mmmmmm, me too," Sharon said honestly. At that moment she wouldn't have changed anything. It was absolutely perfect the way she felt. She didn't care whose cock it was, in fact. Just so long as she had some hard meat.
"My turn," she whispered, squirming from beneath him. "Roll over and I'll blow your brains out, sonny."
"Use my gun," the man laughed. "I think it's still loaded."
"Mmmmm, it had better be," Sharon said. "If I don't get a lot of cum to suck, your ass is down the road."
As she nestled herself between his legs, she wondered why she had suddenly gotten so bitchy. Maybe it was because she was feeling guilty, or that she was using Mike. He was a nice guy, after all. Or maybe it was disappointing pretending he was Gary when he wasn't.
She bit down on his cock as if she were angry, furious. She then licked the full length into her throat and squeezed her lips as tightly as possible. When she yanked up, a thick lump of cum which had lain hidden in his cum-tube, burst from the end of his cock. She gulped it down, then savagely attacked his prick once more.
"Hey!" Mike said, almost alarmed. "Why don't you slow down? You're gonna bite it off!"
Sharon ignored his plea. Instead, she went even faster, almost as if she had to do it in record time. Her nails were stabbing into the hard flesh of his thighs, and she could feel tiny bits of skin scrape off.
"Ouch, baby . . . slow . . . down," Mike panted. He now looked frightened. When he came would she actually bite his cock and balls off and swallow them? Crazy ass lady! "Don't . . . don't. . ."he stammered.
"Mmmmffff!" Sharon choked, feeling his cockhead throb between her tonsils. Every ounce of her strength was devoted to pulling his cock in and out of her throat. Suddenly, she felt the steamy warmth of his jizz.
"Oh . . . shit!" Mike grunted. He'd never had anything like this! It was like she was hating with her mouth! "Slow. . . slow ..."
From the corner of her eye, Sharon saw the man's pained expression. And as his prick burst with cream, sending a delicious shower into the back of her throat, he had suddenly become Gary!
"Gary!" she screamed, lifting her head. As she did, a thick, oozing stream of cum crawled from her lips and swung from her chin. "Wha-what are you doing here!"
Neither had noticed that Gary had entered the room and was standing beside the bed, his hands on his hips, his expression cold and hard.
"Who's . . . this?" Mike spluttered, looking caught. "Your . . . your husband?"
"No, I'm her Mama," Gary replied, his voice steely. "Now get your clothes on before I break your fucking neck."
"Gary . . ." Sharon said weakly, wiping the cum from her chin.
"I came by to see if you wanted to have lunch," Gary cut in. "But I see you have already . . . eaten."
Fear clutched at Sharon like an iron fist. She couldn't even speak. And while she and Gary stared at each other, the young man danced around, pulling on his clothes, relieved that he was still alive.
"Jesus," he gasped, shooting them one final look, leaving them alone. He was about to say, "See you," but thought it very unwise. The way that blond cat was looking at him . . . well, he'd think twice about doing something like this again!
Let that broad pinch someone else on the ass!
While the young man was taking the front steps two at a time, Gary folded his arms and shook his head.
"Well?" he said.
"Well, what?" Sharon said. "You want me to explain?"
She had intended to sound outraged. It was her house, and after all, he was just a brother-in-law. It was none of his goddamned business what she did. Her words, however, seemed like a plea.
"My brother's wife," Gary said, again shaking his head like a school teacher. "In his own bed."
"Are you going to tell him?" Sharon asked. She hadn't even thought about this really, maybe played with the idea. It could have easily been Fred. "I mean, he'll probably break my neck."
"No, I'm not going to tell him," Gary said. "But I do want to know one thing. Why? My God, Sharon, why?"
"Oh boy, you're not going to believe this," she said. "Not in a million years. So I just won't tell you."
"Try me," he said, trying desperately not to look at her tits. Dammit, why didn't she cover herself! Little whore. She even makes my cock throb. Like a fucking toothache. "Go ahead," he urged. "I've got all afternoon."
"OK, but like I say, you might not believe me," she began. She took a deep breath and looked away. "I . . . I, well, I thought that guy was you when I saw him at the mall today. He had hair the same color as yours, and that tight little ass. And . . . and, well, I pretended he was you."
"Me!" Gary said. Now he'd heard them all. "How in Christ do you expect me to believe . . ."
"It's true," she said, tears now stinging her cheeks. "I'd close my eyes and pretend it was your cock inside me, your cum in my throat." She shrugged her shoulders suddenly. "Except that last time," she added. "I ... I went kinda crazy."
'I'll say," Gary whistled. "I thought you were gonna suck that guy's brains out! I mean literally!"
"I guess I'm glad you stopped us," she said. "It might have gotten ugly."
Gary relaxed a little. If she was bullshitting, she sure knew how to do it. The story sounded fantastic, but he wanted to believe it whether it was true or not. Pretended that little stud was me, huh?
"Why didn't you tell me how you felt?" he asked. "We could have . . . uh, done something about it. Maybe."
"Well, I didn't want to hurt Gina, or Fred and . .."
"So why do they have to know?" he said, now grinning. "I think Gina might be having an affair anyway."
"What!" Sharon said, her mouth agape. "That's impossible!"
"Something is bothering her, that's all I know," he said. "But whatever it is, I'm certainly not going to do any complaining. She's fucking me like a goddamned mink lately."
"Gina? An affair?" Sharon said. She couldn't even picture it. She was so sweet, so innocent. What crummy bastard would dare lay his hands on her!
"So now all we have to do is get Fred hooked up with someone, then we'll all be equal," Gary said, moving his hands to his belt buckle.
"Huh?" Sharon said, swallowing hard.
"Well, if Gina is having an affair and you and I are having one ..."
"Us?"
"Yep, you and me," he laughed. "You don't have to do any pretending from now on. You can have the real thing if you want it."
Poor Fred, she thought suddenly. He was left out in the cold. If what Gary said was true, about Gina, and she and Gary got it on . . .
"Fred could never have an affair," she said, licking her lips, her eyes on the thick bulge in Gary's pants. "He's just too down to earth."
"But we're not, are we?" Gary asked.
"No. We're not," Sharon answered.
They looked at each other for a long while, then fell into each other's arms.
"Oh . . . Gary," Sharon murmured. "At last I have you! And . . . God, how I want you!"
"Just make sure when you're screwing me, you're not pretending I'm someone else," he laughed.
Oddly enough, Fred was on her mind more now than ever before.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Fred held Gina in his arms and kissed the side of her neck. She felt so tiny this way, so vulnerable. The soft strands of blonde hair smelled like new hay.
"Wish we could stay like this forever," he whispered. "How about you?"
For Gina, his words were mere vibrations. She was lost in a world of her own, a world of pure satisfaction, total joy. Every inch of her body seemed bruised, deliciously alive.
"Mmmmmm?" she asked, stroking the thick mat of hair on his sculptured chest. "You say something?"
"Hey, you gonna spend what time we have sleeping?" he said, turning sideways, supporting himself on one elbow. "I can think of a lot better things to do."
"Like what?" she teased, running her fingers over his stomach, to his cum-splattered crotch. She grasped his half-hard slab of cock and gently jacked the loose foreskin over the enormous head. "I sure hope it includes this thing," she said, tightening her grip.
"Sure does," he said, rolling over on top of her body. "And . . . right now."
He lowered his face to hers and brushed his lips against her chin. Then darting the tip of his tongue out, he traced a glistening line upward, to her open mouth. Suddenly, he plunged inside. At the same time, he squeezed her legs apart and jabbed the tip of his cock into the furry opening of her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Gina cried out, bucking with a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. His prick wasn't completely erect and the feeling was excitingly different. "Fuck me," she murmured into his throat. "Fuck me nice and slow and easy . . ."
"Nice, OK," he whispered back, "but I don't know how slow and easy.' He withdrew his shaft, then lunged back, in. As the column of flesh pierced into the delicate tunnel, he felt a throbbing at the base of his meat. Instantly, his prod jerked to full life, stretching the puckered walls.
"Jesus ... is this ever nice," he said. He withdrew again, then rammed back in. Another quick spasm drilled into his balls, causing an ache in the pit of his stomach. "Let's just see how fucking nice we can both be."
"Oh ... my turn," Gina said, pushing against his chest. "Let me ride that big cock this time, OK?"
"Fine by me," Fred said, rolling to his back, pulling her with him. As she flipped her over, he felt her squeeze her knees into his armpits, then sit back, sucking the full length of his meat into her hole. "Oh God, better than fine!" he gasped.
Gina placed her hands on his chest and leaned over his upper body, letting the tips of her tits just barely touch the ends of his wiry hair. She held herself there for several long moments, letting her insides adjust to his tremendous size, then began rocking slowly back and forth.
"Fuck me, you bastard," she groaned, now feeling a ripple of ecstasy at the back of her hole. "I ... I want this huge thing poking me full of hot cream! Mmmmmm, fuck me!"
Fred lifted his face and sucked her nipples between his teeth. When he bit down gently, he lowered his hands to her rounded ass and dug his fingers into the soft flesh. Slowly, almost reverently, he squeezed her toward him, molding their crotches together. He let them remain this way for a few seconds, then lifted her lower body. When just his cockhead remained inside the greasy canal, he jerked her savagely downward.
"Like this, you little whore?" he spat. "Huh? You like it hard? I thought you wanted it nice and easy . . ."
"No!" Gina screamed out. "Hard! As hard as you can! God . . . fuck me!"
"Then ride me like you said you would, you fucking slut," Fred said, tearing his teeth into the delicate flesh of her tits. "I ... I want this little pussy of yours to gobble on my cock like your sweet, cocksucking mouth."
Gina yanked her body backward, then threw her head to one side. As she made her move, her weight caused his prick to jab savagely upward. She gave a choking, gurgling moan of anticipation, then grabbed his thighs. As she stabbed her nails into the hard, hairy skin, she began bouncing furiously up and down.
"Fuck it!" she wailed, her voice pained. "God, ram it in and fuck the hell out of me, you big bull! Hard!"
Fred began working with her. Each time she plunged her pussy down around his iron-like meat, he jerked his ass upward. Soon the motel room was echoing their pleasure.
"Unh! Unh!" he panted. "Take it, bitch. Right up . . . here! And . . . fucking here! Unh! Here, whore!"
Within a matter of seconds, Gina's body was buzzing with unbelievable ecstasy. She held her breath, then froze, her face contorting as if in agony. Her climax was bubbling at the back of her hole, spitting upward, then gurgling back down, like a near-erupting volcano. Any second now . . .
"Oh . . . sweet fucking Jesus!" Fred barked, punching upward. As his cockhead hit the back of her canal, it exploded, soaking her insides with creamy warmth. Another lightning-fast burst of cum burst from his dick. "God . . . damn . . . fucking . . . Christ!" he winced, now hammering in the bulk of his load, his load.
"Aieeeeee!" Gina shrieked. Her own climax peaked the very second his cum hit her guts. And the combination was electric. "Fuck meeee!" she gasped, now clawing her fingers up and down his legs.
"All of it, baby," Fred said, his voice a whisper. "Oh . . . shit, suck my cum right up your pussy and . . . and . . . fuck it!"
For what seemed an eternity, Gina climaxed, her pleasures washed with his own release. Finally, a last convulsion tore into her canal, then sent a shower of satisfying warmth outward, inflaming every cell in her body.
"Mmmmmmm," she groaned, falling forward, crushing her tits against his open mouth. "Suck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck . . ."
Fred banged the last of his juices into her pussy, then wrapped his arms around her waist. He squirmed around slightly, feeling his cum ooze over his nuts.
"Wow, baby, that was nice," he whispered. "Mmmmmm, you've got the best little pussy in the world."
"It sure is the best when it's filled with cock like this," Gina murmured. She could still feel his meat twitch and swell.
"I sure hate to take it out now," she added, rolling to her side.
"Then don't," he said. "Why do you have to?"
"I'll have to, to suck it, won't I?" she teased.
"What a fucking choice," Fred laughed. "Your cunt or your mouth. Mmmmmm, wish I could have both."
When Gina lifted her pussy off his prick, she gave another gasp of pleasure. His cock was still alive, just as alive as her insides. But now, her attention was on the delicate hunger in the back of her throat. She slipped down his rugged, hairy body and kissed into his crotch.
"Just love sucking this sweet thing," she murmured, rolling the cum-splattered cockhead over her parted lips. Jism stung the top of her tongue like acid. "So delicious and big and hard and . . . mmmmmm!"
Her voice trailed off to a gurgle as she lapped about half of his shaft into her mouth. She then pursed her lips tightly and ate down the rest, her lips finally crushing into the damp, matted hairs. She grasped his thick, vibrating balls and rolled them over her cheeks. She could already feel the fresh load of cum begin to bubble, causing his nuts to feel like a hive of angry bees.
"Mmmmmmm, ready to go again!" she said from the corner of her mouth. "You sure are a cum machine, you know that?"
"Suck it, baby," Fred said, grabbing the back of her head. He bent his knees, then thrust his hips upward, crunching the base of his prick savagely between her teeth. "Ah . . . yes, just like that, cocksucker! All the fucking way in!"
When Gina felt the end of his prod stab between her tonsils, a rippling sensation of ecstasy swept downward, inflaming her guts. She began squirming and writhing, clawing at his stomach, his legs. Each quiver of the rubbery shaft gave her better thrills, greater excitement. She gave a throaty groan, then began bobbing her head up and down with furious sucks.
"Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!' she gurgled, rubbing her knees together to relieve the horrible itch around her pulsating clit.
"Oh . . . fuck . . . yes," Fred murmured, pumping his hips up and down, grinding his crotch savagely against her face. "Suck just like that, you cocksucking whore! Take it all the way in and eat it right up to your cream-licking brains!"
Gina gave a wild, gobbling move forward, burying her face fully between his thighs. She then reached under his body and grasped his rounded, hairy asscheeks. She pressed him upward until her arms were inflamed with pain. At the same time she twisted her face, separating his nuts with her chin.
"Unhhhfffff!" she choked, her entire mouth and throat now filled with delicious meat.
"Wow ... eat my dick," Fred gasped. He turned slightly to one side and wrapped his right leg around her shoulder. He then pushed against, the small of her back with his heel.
"Lick, goddamn you, lick!" he panted, his eyes squinting with an almost unbearable lust.
Now fully engulfed in his hard, masculine body, Gina felt her insides turn to butter. As the convulsions became more intense, faster, her thighs began steaming with a combination of his sperm and her oozing juices. She again jerked her knees together and felt a massive explosion of pure ecstasy sweep up and down her canal, "Oh God, baby," I'm gonna blow my fucking wad right now!" Fred said, wincing. "I want to hold back, but... but. .."
His words evaporated on his lips as he felt the grinding, burning pulsations at the root of his prick. He froze for a second, almost wishing the dull ache would go away, then began humping brutally against her face.
"Take it, cocksucker!" he cried out. "God damn you! Take my cum and gargle it down!"
"Mmmmfffffff!" Gina choked, now feeling her insides boil, just like her pussy was doing. The twin furnaces seemed to meet in her middle, then thunder inside her chest. She screamed a muffled yell, blasting some of his cum from under her lips.
"Oh . . . shit . . . fucking . . . shit!" Fred said, hammering in more of his explosive juices. "Suck it all, bitch!"
He gave a final heave toward her face, squeezing in the last glob, then fell back, his chest rising and falling quickly, his grunting moans racked with pain.
"Ohhhhh . . . it . . . God, it gets better every time we do it," he gasped. "Let's just keep doing it, huh?"
Gina lifted her face, then ran her tongue up and down the sides of his shaft. This was the part she liked best, cleaning up all those precious juices, tasting them as they slowly melted into the back of her throat.
"I know I could suck you like this for the rest of my life," she said, her voice greasy, still quivering with desire. "Mmmmmmm, I wish we could spend an entire night together."
"Well, maybe we can work something out," Fred said. "Just so long as Gary and Sharon don't suspect anything."
Gina felt an odd emotion, almost resentment. Why couldn't she just tell Sharon and get it all out in the open? Hell, if she had someone as wonderful as Fred, she'd share him. At least with a sister-in-law. Why, she'd share .Gary and not feel a thing about it!"
Poor Gary. Out of town, working hard, while she was fucking her brains out. And poor Sharon. Hard at that oven, while Fred was screwing her silly.
Somehow life seemed terribly unfair to some people.
CHAPTER NINE
"I don't think it unfair to get pleasure where you find it," Gary said softly. Somehow the tables had been turned, and he didn't exactly know how. He was now actually encouraging her to be unfaithful to his own brother! "Don't think about Fred," he whispered. "Think about us."
Now that it was really happening, Sharon didn't know how exactly to deal with it. She had fantasized about .this moment for so long. Wanting Gary, loving him while she was in the arms of her husband. Now, it hardly seemed real. She said as much to Gary.
"Well, believe me, this thing is real," he grinned, pushing his cockhead against her naked side. "Feel real? Hmmmmm?"
"Mmmmmm, real as steel and twice as hard," she laughed, touching the huge pole of flesh with her fingers. "Now what's my husband's little brother gonna do with it?" she teased.
"Little brother, huh?" he said, mock anger on his face. "I'll fucking show you who's little, you bitch."
He threw himself on top of her body and punched his crotch down on hers. As his cock slipped savagely into her pussy canal, he bit down on her mouth. He then withdrew his meat, held himself above her for a split-second, slammed back in.
"God!" Sharon cried out. This was exactly how she had imagined it would be. She wanted it to feel like this. Two people fucking brutally like wild animals, cats on a fence. Pain and pleasure danced up and down her tunnel, melting into her oozing walls.
"Yessssss!" she hissed. "Fuck me, you big bull, with that big bull cock!"
As he began plunging in and out of her swollen cunt, she hadn't realized he was quite so big. Sure it looked big, but because he was so tall, so well-proportioned, it didn't seem like a baseball bat then. But now!
"Jesus!" she cried out, gulping her slit muscles around his meat. "All of it! Make it hurt! Kill me with it, you bastard! Ream out my cunt . . . to . . . hamburger!"
"God Almighty, you are a little whore, aren't you?" Gary said, amazed with her intensity. She was now fucking him just like she had sucked off that kid a little while before. Almost as if in a rage. "Well ... by God, I'll fucking give it to you," he barked over her face. "I'll fuck you so you won't ever walk right again!"
For the next several moments they tore at each other's bodies like mating vultures, hating, loving, descending to the level of primeval lust. They were no longer human, but a collection of cells, organs, melting into each other, burning with a fever neither could understand, or cared to.
"Ohhhhhh!" Sharon shrieked finally, coming back to reality. Her pussy canal was now bursting, almost as if she had a power hose inside her. Suddenly, the rim of her cunt exploded, sucked around his stabbing meat.
"Fuck!" she wailed, clawing at his back, scraping his flesh under her nails.
"Goddamn you . . . whore!" Gary spat, his face demonic. "Gonna . . . fuck ... you . . . now!"
As he said the last word, his balls throbbed, then burst with blessed relief. The surging warmth hit the root of his cock, then spurted upward, expanding his already huge slab of meat.
"Fuck . . . bitch!" he winced, spitting the first of his tremendous load into her hole.
When Sharon experienced his cum-blast, her own orgasm took on new life. What she thought was pleasure before was nothing compared to what riddled her body now. Ecstasy and pleasure gripped her very soul, and she felt as if she had descended into hell.
"Aaaaghhhhh!" she screamed.
"More," Gary said, poking in another few wads of cum. "More . . . unh! Unh! All of it, slut! Eat it inside you! I want my cum crawling up to your fucking brains!"
Sharon finally fell back in an exhausted heap, writhing her ass beneath him. And as his huge, hulking weight pressed down on her, she realized something for the first time. It can be too good. She had given so much of herself in such a short period of time, she knew she'd never regain it. She had met her match. If Gary was a sex god, she was his priestess.
"I'm sorry," he said, reading her thoughts. He, too, felt as if he had stabbed his soul inside her cunt, where it now lay bubbling in pools of jism.
"We ... we won't do that again."
"But . . . but I will always want you," she said. "And I want you."
They pulled apart and sat on the edge of the bed, their backs to each other. Finally, after they had smoked cigarettes, they looked into each other's eyes. The serious mood had either passed, or they both had suppressed it well.
"Shall we try again?" she grinned.
"You mean until we get it right?" he laughed.
"Exactly."
"Come here, you little bitch," he said. He touched her tenderly, as if she were made of fragile glass. Their kiss was even more tender, barely a touch. "I ... I want you," he murmured. "God, I want you!"
They lay on their sides, facing each other, exploring with their hands, their mouths, even their feet and toes. And each time flesh touched flesh, they felt electric-like jolts of raw pleasure.
"Now," Sharon whispered, touching the tip of her tongue inside his mouth. "Take me now."
Gary wrapped his arms around her and drew her close, nudging his crotch against her slick, cum-filled cunt. He then began working his ass back and forth, rolling his cockhead over the furry warmth of her crack.
Sharon reached between them and grasped the thick column of meat, aiming the oval head toward her entrance. She then slipped it inside. When it entered her, slowly, gently, taking What seemed forever, she could almost see every square inch of rubbery flesh as it glided over her oozing walls.
"Ohhhh yes," she murmured, now feeling the end of his prick mold into the back of her hole. "This is the way, baby. Take me slow . . . make it last forever!"
Gary wanted exactly the same thing. And even now when he knew his passions would burn raw, he would hold back. He would remember every second of this act of love, keep it forever etched in his mind.
Rhythmically, he slid in and out of her burning crack, feeling his nuts rub up and down the inside of her thigh. And even when he thought the base of his shaft would burst from the enormous pressure, he didn't increase the speed. If anything, he slowed down!
They both felt they must punish themselves for what had happened before. But neither realized just how horrible some punishments could be. Their hearts were pounding, ready to burst. Their chests were heaving, touching.
"God I can't take it!" Sharon cried suddenly. "I ... I ... " "Yes you can. You know you can."
She lay there quivering, her passion making her delirious, and when she finally exploded in a shower of release, her orgasm seemed to last forever. She became suddenly aware of each cell, every particle in her body.
"Yesssss!" she screamed, bucking and writhing. "Oh . . . fuck . . . yessss!"
When her climax culminated, Gary let himself go completely. His nuts burned, then throbbed, emptying the masses of jism up the center of his shaft. As they poured into the recesses of her boiling pussy, he locked his mouth around hers, crushed her fully against his body.
They lay there humping, grinding for what seemed an eternity, wondering which was best, the raw pleasure or the delicious torture.
Finally, Gary blasted the last of his cum into her body and pulled her over on his body. He exhaled loudly into her mouth and ran his tongue over her teeth.
"You're right," he panted. "Some things can be too good."
"Mmmmmmm, let's make them better," Sharon said, biting his lower lip. "Let's make them so much better we explode!"
"Suck me, baby," Gary said, pushing her down. When he felt her lips brush over his chest, he jerked with new excitement.
"Oh yes, I want that sweet mouth wrapped around my cock and ..."
"I will," she interrupted, reaching for his meat. She jacked the hard shaft up and down, releasing the last of his orgasm. When the fluid burned against the side of her finger, she rubbed the juice into his blond hairs.
"Mmmmmm, I'm gonna lick gallons of this delicious stuff."
She planted herself between his legs, then rubbed her hands over his smooth, hairless chest. As she touched the hard contours, she felt as if an electric current were running up her arms.
"Big prick," she murmured, drawing her lips over the tough underside of his prod. "Mmmmmm, just the way I like them, too. All thick and ..."
Her words became a hungry muffle when she gobbled down the entire slab of dick. Then, when her lips pressed into the golden hairs, she swirled her tongue around. The burning flavor of jism still clung to his shaft, etching the back of her throat like acid.
"Ooommmm," she groaned, her eyes closing with pleasure.
"Hey, do it a little faster," Gary said. "I want to find out what that other guy got."
"Hmmmmm? You serious?" she said, grinning.
"Really want a class-A blow job," he said, placing his hands behind her head. "I like it, knowing part of me is inside you."
"I like it, too," Sharon said. "Your cum feels so . . . alive. Oh thick and greasy and . . .
and ... " She bit down again on his prod and pursed her lips tightly. As she ate to the hairy base, she could feel his foreskin pull away from the enormous head, and rub into her cheeks. She gave a low groan, then pulled quickly back up. Immediately, she lunged back to the root.
"Ah . . . that's it," Gary said, humping his ass up and down. "Just like that. I ... I want to see cum slinging all over the fucking place, you mother-fucking cocksucker."
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Sharon gasped, her voice" now a gurgle of tremendous pleasure. Each time she thrust her mouth down around his prick, she felt a ripple of ecstasy at the back of her pussy. Soon, her insides were buzzing just like his shaft was.
"Faster! Goddamn you, faster!" Gary barked. "I ... I want you to cram it right between your tonsils. Come on, whore, lick it all the way down."
For the next few moments, Sharon gave him her -best. Her hair was sweeping about her head and shoulders like a fiery halo, her face a blur. The room was filling with the hard smacks of flesh on flesh each time her forehead hit his stomach.
"Goddamn," Gary spluttered. "Ready . . . God, I'm fucking ready to blow your throat wide open!"
As he said the words, he felt the steady streams of jism burst up the center of his shaft. Then, when they shot from his cockhead, he turned to his side and banged his hips hard forward. He drilled the first of his cum into the back of her throat with a loud growl.
"Take it, cum-sucker!" he gasped. "God, baby, eat out all of it and chew it down!"
As Sharon's mouth filled with his creamy, boiling release, her own climax tore through her guts with unbelievable force. She began humping against the bony projection of his knee, squeezing her clit until she thought it would burst.
"Unhhhhhh!" she screamed, her yell sending a shower of cum all over his crotch.
"Yes! Yes!" Gary grunted, rocking back and forth, digging his fingers into the flesh of her neck and shoulders. "Suck . . . just . . . God, just like that!"
He dumped the last of his climax into her throat with a gigantic heave, crushing his full weight forward. He then slowly relaxed, gasping for air.
"Ohhhhh . . . fuck . . . yes," he murmured.
Long after he had stopped climaxing, Sharon sucked eagerly. When she was sure there wasn't another single, precious drop of his milky cum, she lifted her mouth and nudged her face into the damp hairs. She took the cooling drops of jism between her teeth, then threw her head back, letting the force of gravity pull on the juices. When they bubbled through her tonsils, she had another quick, pulsating climax.
"Ohhhhh!" she gurgled, arching her back. She ran her fingers over her upturned tits, then squeezed the nipples together. When her pleasure peaked, she lowered her head and bit around the rubbery projections, flavoring them with jism.
She finally fell to her side, her body shivering with satisfaction. And for the longest time she didn't speak, hardly moved, simply lay there enjoying the way her cunt buzzed.
At last, she propped herself up on one elbow and gave him a smile, her eyes burning into his.
"Will we get to do this often?" she asked. "I ... I mean, I want to."
"I do too," Gary said. "I just wish things could be different. You know, Fred being my brother and all ... " "Who knows?" Sharon said,. "Maybe things will work out."
"Well, I think we've got time enough to work out a little more cum, if you want to," Gary said.
"You have to ask?" Sharon laughed.
CHAPTER TEN
Sharon looked at Fred carefully, wondering what it was about him that seemed different. He didn't even smell the same. Almost like . . .
Perfume?
She kissed the side of his neck and inhaled. Yes, it was perfume, a very nice smell too. Expensive.
Now where would a construction worker go to smell like that? He was still gritty from the job, had collapsed on the couch the moment he'd walked in. Rough day, he had said.
"Mmmmmm, you smell nice," she said.
"Me?" he said, lifting his arm. "God, like a mountain goat."
"I ... I like the way you smell," she said, snuggling closer. "Makes me want you."
"Really? I didn't know you got off on dirt." "Like the way I smell?" she teased, unbuttoning her blouse. She lifted her left tit upward, rubbing the nipple against his arm. "Mmmmmm? The way I taste?"
Fred looked down at his wife's tit and smiled. God, she was good looking. He felt a sudden tug of guilt. Why should he be out screwing anyone else, when he had something like that at home? She looked so fresh right now, and she was so sweet. Home all day cleaning the oven.
"Tell you what, sweetheart," he said, rising. "You get yourself into the bedroom while I fix us a drink, and I'll tear into that little pussy like there's no tomorrow."
Sharon couldn't believe she was so excited, and his words made her even more so. She felt a tremor of raw pleasure in the back of her cunt.
"Hurry," she whispered, kissing the side of his neck. "I'll be waiting. Mmmmmmm, waiting for this." She touched the thick mound of his crotch, outlining the angles of his meat with her nails. "Big . . . hard . . . cock," she murmured.
Fred went into the kitchen and quickly poured drinks. Then almost as an afterthought, he opened the oven door. Hell, she never cleaned the damned thing. He really wanted to make her feel good, compliment her.
The oven was not exactly clean.
In the bedroom, Sharon wondered again what it was about Fred that made her so excited. She was afraid even to touch her cunt, knew that it would explode with aching throbs. She wanted to save that. Have it happen around his pulsating cock.
Had he been . . .
Surely not! Not Fred. Not an affair! Still, the perfume . . .
"Here you go," her husband said, walking into the room. He handed her the drink, then set his on the night stand. He shucked out of his clothes, then sipped the amber fluid. "Like it?" he asked.
"Sure do," Sharon said, giving him a wicked look, her eyes going over his hard, muscled body. "Every big inch."
"I mean your drink," he laughed, getting to the bed.
She looked different, Fred thought. And why would she lie about the oven? It seemed ridiculous. Unless, of course, she were having an . . .
Sharon? Impossible! But she had that glow about her that she had when they fucked. Maybe things could work out after all, he thought.
Sharon kissed his arm and again smelled the no delicate aroma of perfume. Well, maybe things might work out after all, she thought.
"I ... I want you," she whispered, finishing off her drink. She felt suddenly drunk, but not from the alcohol. Almost like laughing. She liked the idea of him on top of another woman, banging his cock in and out of her pussy. "God ... I want you so bad!" she panted.
"Then you can have me," he said. "Any day of the week. Except on Saturdays. That's the day for my affair."
"How convenient," she said, her eyes on his. "That's my day."
They looked at each other for a long while, afraid to say the words. Finally, Fred kissed her, dismissing the thought. She had looked a little suspicious.
I'd better be careful, Sharon thought. He sure gave me a funny look just then.
"Mmmmmm," she said, forgetting everything else except the way his muscular body covered hers, the way his tongue searched inside her mouth.
"Give . . . give it to me, you big bull. Hard!"
He squeezed between her legs and slipped the tip of his meat inside her swollen cunt. Then, as he thrust fully forward, he groaned with pleasure.
"God, you're tight!" he said. "Shit . . . like a virgin!"
"That's because you're so big," Sharon said quickly. It was true, she and Gary had fucked so much her pussy must be almost swollen shut. "Now . . . give it to me . . . " Fred withdrew his thick slab of meat, then punched back in. When he entered her, he felt his nuts rumble with ecstasy. God, she was good. So . . , fucking . . . good!
"Baby, let's me and you fuck like this all night long!" he said. "I ... I don't think I could ever get enough of you!"
As Sharon felt his heavily muscled body, the thick mat of hair on his chest, stomach and legs, she felt her body respond immediately.
"Fuck me," she gasped into his mouth. "I ... I want you to load me so full of hot cum I explode!"
"Wow . . . baby, you are a firecracker tonight, aren't you?" Fred said. He felt as if he were a kid again. Like this was his first piece of ass. Shit, he wouldn't last but a few seconds. "You really do a number on me, you know that?" he said, flinching.
"Do one on me!" Sharon cried out. "Oh . . . oh . . . God!"
As her climax drilled up and down her cunt canal, she thought she'd go crazy. It was a quick orgasm, but when it peaked, it was more than delicious. Other times, when she'd felt this intensity, it was almost painful. Not tonight. Not now. It was wonderful!
When Fred felt her cunt tug and pull on his prod, he had to let himself go. It would be useless to fight such heat, such sucking firmness. His jizz bolted up his cum-tube and splattered wildly at the back of her hole.
"Fucking . . . Christ . . . take it!" he gasped, pumping up and down furiously. "Eat it right up your hole, bitch! All of it! Fucking take it!"
"Aieeeee!" Sharon screamed as another thundering spasm of pure release swept into her guts. She began clawing and tearing at his back, lifting and lowering her hips to meet his hard plunges.
"Fuck meeee!" she wailed, again peaking violently.
Fred slammed in the last of his cum, the crushed his full weight forward. When the base of his cock squirmed inside her slippery hole, he heaved a sigh of satisfied relief.
"Wow, I think that was the best I've ever had," he murmured. "Not since we were first married."
"Have you fucked a lot of women?" Sharon asked, almost conversationally. "I mean, before we were married. I know you haven't since."
"Oh, I had a few," Fred said. "Why ask now? You haven't before."
"Oh, just interested," she said. "I just wondered if I please you as much as they did."
"Well, I don't know," he teased. "Guess I'll have to make a few more comparisons."
"You bastard," she said playfully, "I'll give you a comparison!"
She pushed him off, then rolled to her stomach, spreading her legs. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a wicked grin.
"Poke that big cock in my asshole and I'll fuck your teeth out," she said.
"Oh boy, it's gonna be fun wearing dentures," he grinned, kneeling between her legs. "I think I like this as much as that sweet pussy."
After the first, burning grind of pain that accompanied the quick entry of his cockhead, Sharon got to her knees. She then began squirming around, jerking her ass back and forth, quickly sliding his meat in and out of her hole.
"Holy . . . fucking . . . Christ!" Fred whispered, reaching under her body and cupping her tits. "You do that so good, baby. Keep fucking me like this. Jesus, I'll let you do everything."
Sharon increased her movements until her ass was slapping his crotch with loud smacks. Soon her ecstasy was matching his, and each time his prod shafted into her asshole, she felt a ripple of pleasure near the base of her spine.
"Oh! Oh! It's so good!", she winced. "I ... I love your big cock in my shitter like this! Christ, love it!"
When a tremendous explosion of raw pleasure seared into her guts, she jerked backward, then sat over his middle. As he lay down on the bed, she squeezed his legs together, then placed her knees next to his. She then grabbed his ankles for support and began banging her ass up and down as quickly as possible.
"Jesus! Fucking Jesus!" Fred grimaced, watching mesmerized as her rounded butt pumped wildly up and down. His prick was entering and leaving her tightly constricted shitter with lightning-like speed.
"Take it, whore!" he spat, holding her waist. "Eat it right up your cunt and . . . and . . . fuck it!"
"Ohhhhhhh . . . God!" Sharon screamed out, her entire body flaming with desire. "I . . . I. . . aieeeeee!"
Her orgasm built slowly, then burst, sending a shower of warmth into every cell of her body. She flinched, then fell backward, gasping for air. When her lower back touched his stomach, she felt his cum begin to vibrate inside her canal.
"Don't stop now, whore," Fred grunted, heaving the first of his thick, milky juices into the back of her sucking tunnel. "Oh . . . Goddamned . . . Christ . . . fuck it!"
He poked his cum into her guts with as much force as he could muster without hurting her. Still, US when she screamed, he knew it must have been too hard. What woman could possibly take such torture!
"Harder!" Sharon screamed, bucking, writhing. "I want it harder!"
"Holy . . . fuck!" Fred said. "I'll fucking give it to you hard, baby!"
He threw himself forward and kicked her legs violently apart. He then grabbed both her thighs and began yanking her back and forth, emptying the last of his jism deep into the back of her hole. Then he fell forward and bit down on the back of her neck, tasting blood.
"How . . . how was that?" he murmured. "Hard enough for you?"
"Ohhhhhh . . . it was wonderful!" Sharon said, her body still buzzing with pleasure. "Mmmmm, the best I've ever had."
They lay like that for several long moments, simply enjoying the way their bodies throbbed together, their hearts beat as one. Finally, Fred rolled off and turned his head to face her.
"I ... I want to tell you something," he said softly. Did he dare? What would she say.
"Go ahead," Sharon said. "Then I'll tell you something."
"I just wanted to say that . . . that ..."
"Yes?" Sharon said, snuggling up close to him.
His courage left him. Another time, perhaps.
"Oh nothing, except that I love you more than anything," he said. He was silent for a moment, then added, "What was it you wanted to tell me?"
"Oh, just that I love you too," she said. "No matter . . .just that I love you, sweetheart."
Boy, I sure envy Gary, Fred thought. He would know how to handle a situation like this.
Maybe I should talk to Gina, Sharon thought. She's got a head on her shoulders. She'd know what to do.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Gary lifted his wife's ass with both hands and spread her legs. As the creamy, oozing cunt came into view, he felt his loins burn with desire.
"How you want it, baby?" he whispered. "Want my tongue or my cock inside there?"
Gina threw her head to one side, enjoying the delicious torture. He had already covered every square inch of her body with kisses, his movements teasingly slow and sensuous. Her asshole was still wet from his hungry mouth.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... let me see," she gasped. "Mmmmmm, your cock sure sounds nice." She reached for the huge slab of meat and jacked the loose foreskin over the monstrous head. "And . . . and it sure feels nice," she added, feeling a tremor of excitement race through her body.
"How about a little of both?" Gary said, looking at the blonde patch of hair, the delicate angles of her crack. "Hmmmmmm? You like that, you little whore?"
Before she had time to answer, he buried his face between her thighs. As he locked his lips tightly around her slick opening, he jabbed his tongue fully inside, wallowing it over the slick surfaces of her fluttering walls.
"Ohhhhhh . . . God!" Gina yelled out. Pleasure was now so intense, it bordered pain. The lovely contours of her face contorted in anguish.
"Good!" she gasped. "Oh . . . Jesus, so good!"
"Mmmmmm, I'll say!" Gary murmured, feeling his voice vibrate inside her canal. He lapped his tongue upward, then over the tiny nub of her clit. "Sweet, hot pussy," he groaned, baring his teeth.
For the next several moments he chewed and nibbled eagerly over the tiny column of pulsating flesh, at the loose folds of skin that surrounded the delicate entrance. Soon, her insides were churning, spitting out streams of silvery, opaque juice. The fluid crawled over his tongue like warm syrup, etching the back of his throat.
"Want some of me?" he whispered, repositioning himself. When he lay beside her, his head toward her feet, he felt her hands grab for his cock. Seconds later, her warm, searching mouth clamped fully around his prod.
"Oh . . . shit, baby," he said, nuzzling his nose into the greasy crack. "Suck like that, and I'll really do a number on this cunt of yours!"
Gina moved her hands to his narrow hips, then dug her nails into the flesh until she touched bone. She pulled him over on top of her body, then snuggled beneath him, her face and shoulders now fully engulfed with the hairy muscularity of his crotch.
"Cock!" she grunted, closing her mouth around his shaft, licking it fully into her throat. "Mmmmmmmmm!" she groaned, now feeling the pulsating cockhead squeeze between her tonsils.
While Gary increased the flickering motions of his tongue, he began humping his ass up and down, driving his meat deep into her throat. Each time he jabbed the root of his prick between her lips, he could feel his balls throb, hitting her forehead.
"Suck it, cocksucker," he gasped, flinching with pleasure. "Really lick my dick in and eat out my cum."
"Ooommmm!" Gina murmured, slipping her fingers around his body. She played with the greasy crack of his bobbing ass, then dug savagely into the tiny, puckered hole. When it caused him to jerk brutally downward, grinding his meat to the hilt, she gave another choking moan.
"Ouch . . . that feels good," Gary whispered, twisting his face around. His entire face was now covered with the glistening residue of her juices, and as he inhaled, he became almost animal-like with his responses. He tore and lapped wildly, as if trying to suck her canal inside out.
"Suck . . . whore," he panted. "Goddamn you . . . suck!"
Gina jerked her face up suddenly as her pussy began swelling with enormous pressure. Soon, the sensation became almost unbearable. She arched her back and then screamed, her voice muffled at the base of his throbbing meat.
"Like it, huh?" Gary said, his own lust matching hers. "Well ... see if you like this, baby."
With that, he yanked her pussy open with a violent move, tearing his fingers into the delicate flesh. When the insides were totally visible, he burrowed his nose and mouth inside, stabbing his tongue as wildly as possible.
"Mmmmmffffff!" Gina choked, now feeling every muscle in her body flex painfully. Her orgasm hit her with the force of an explosion, rocking her back and forth. She gave another scream as it intensified, held there, then surged into every cell of her body.
"Oh . . . fuck . . . me, too!" Gary said, aware that his balls were about to burst. He slammed downward with his full strength, shoving in the bubbling juices that sped up the center of his shaft. "Take it . . . unhhhhh . . . fuck . . . now!"
Gina couldn't imagine anything being better. Not only was her cunt flaming with release, but now her throat was being covered with a delicious film of milky, scalding fluid. She gobbled hungrily, but it was impossible to take it all. Soon her entire mouth was full to overflowing. Twin streams of glistening liquid shot from the corners of her lips.
"Suck, cocksucker!" Gary panted, taking her clit between his teeth. "Mmmmmm, suck every fucking drop and . . . and gargle it down, whore!"
Gina gulped the bulk of his cum from the end of his prod, then moved it over her teeth and the in-sides of her cheeks with the tip of her tongue. As her throat became a greasy inferno, she inhaled deeply. Air and cum mixed, rattled down the back of her mouth.
"Aaaaaaghhhhhh!" she choked, gurgled. Another blinding flash of pure release riddled her guts, peaking savagely.
"All of it, bitch," Gary gasped, punching in the final wads. He squirmed his ass around, then rocked from side to side. At last, he stopped moving altogether, and crushed his body downward.
"Don't move, baby," he whispered, kissing the inside of her thigh. "Stay just like that. Shit . . . lick me clean!"
When she felt his prick soften somewhat, she spit it from her mouth. As it crawled across her cheek, she lapped into the cum-splattered hairs, pulling the damp strands between her teeth. She then began licking and chewing all over his crotch, mixing his sweat, cum, her spit, gobbling the fluid down.
"Oh . . . delicious!" she cried out, her passion becoming renewed. "I ... I want to lick out some more, you big bastard! Mmmmmmm, gallons and gallons!"
"Wow, you sure are a cockhound, aren't you, baby?" Gary said, moving to his side. He ran his fingers over the soft contours of her body, then finally rested his palm against her slick pussy mound. "Well, how about if I just fuck you like a dog then?"
"Mmmmmmm?" Gina asked, still in the delicious aftermath of pleasure. "What did you say?"
"Roll over, and I'll fuck you till you bark, you bitch in heat," Gary said. His eyes were now glazed as he looked at her firm, young body.
Before she had time to react, he had thrown her to her stomach, then yanked her legs apart. He was now kneeling between her thighs, holding her ass with both hands.
"Ready?" he gasped, pushing his crotch forward. "You ready for one hell of a doggy-fucking?"
"I . . . aieeee!" Gina screamed. She felt a blinding, spasming blast of pain as he seared violently into her cunt. "Jesus, it's killing me!" she panted.
After the softness of his tongue, his cock seemed like a baseball bat! It filled her completely, squeezing her insides apart until she thought her walls would burst.
"Want me to stop?" he said, stopping all movement. "I ... I will if you want me to ... " "Are you crazy?" she yelled. "I . . . I want you to hurt me! Make it hurt! Kill me with your cock, you bastard! Goddamn you . . . you . . . unhhhhhhh!"
Her tortured moans turned into a silent shriek of ecstasy as her orgasm burst brutally around his plunging meat. She threw her head back, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, then began banging back and forth, matching his savage stabs.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she chanted, her words matching the explosions that burst into her cunt opening.
"Take it, slut!" Gary said, stretching her legs even wider, almost like a wishbone. He humped forward and upward with his full strength, burying every inch of his throbbing meat inside her.
"Fuck it right up here!" he barked. "And here! Here, you cocksucking bitch! Unh . . . here!"
Gina was almost exhausted, but with the last ounce of her strength, she locked her pussy muscles around his prick and held on for dear life, desperately trying to milk him of his orgasm.
"Give it to me," she begged. "I ... I want cum! Give me lots of cum in my cunt, you prick!"
"Not yet," Gary growled. "You're gonna have to beg for it. I'm gonna make you want it so bad ... " How could she possibly want it any worse than she did now? she wondered. Every cell in her body craved his release, wanted the feel of the greasy heat.
"Please ... oh God, please!" she pleaded. "Give it to me!"
"Beg, whore!" he said. "Goddamn, beg!"
Gina let out a shriek that vibrated the very walls of the room. Her insides were now a cauldron of churning, bubbling ecstasy, her mind inflamed with all-consuming anguish.
"Please! Please! Please!" she choked.
As she said the last word, she felt her guts explode again. This time, however, it wasn't her own climax, but his. And when the thick masses of steaming juice filmed up her walls, she felt sudden, delicious peace. She collapsed in a writhing mass, moaning in the sheets.
"Mmmmm," she gasped, rocking back and forth.
"Oh fuck . . . take it, bitch," Gary said, shoving in the last of his climax. "Take every goddamned drop!"
When his cock was throbbing, empty of fluid, he squeezed his body forward, then lowered his mouth to the back of her neck. He began chewing, kissing, nibbling on the delicate, perfumed flesh, moving his hands under her body. He ran his fingers over her rubbery nipples, then pulled the silky mounds to the sides. He kissed across her shoulders, then to her armpits where he took the delicate nubs of her tits between his teeth.
"Love you, baby," he murmured. "Love every fucking inch of your sweet body."
Gina turned slightly to one side and stroked his arm. God, he was good. The whole damned family must be fucking machines! Wouldn't it be wonderful if there were some way she could have both Fred and Gary at the same time?
God, that was something to think about!
Fred's huge hairy body, that monstrous cock, and Gary's muscular strength, that mouth!
Suddenly, another ripple of pleasure drilled into her guts. She pulled away from him and opened her mouth, almost ready to confess, to tell him everything. After all, what would he do? Kill me?
Well, probably.
In a way, it might be nice to feel his arms around her squeezing the life out of her. Or those big hands on her neck. It was a nice thought if she knew he wouldn't actually do it . . .
"Gary?" she whispered. "Can I tell you something?"
"Mmmmmmm?" her husband murmured, almost asleep.
"I ... I want you to know I love you, sweetheart," she said, running her fingers into the shock of blond hair.
"I love you, too, baby," he said, then snorted.
She stroked his body for a long while, looking at his tanned, muscular features, her mind filled with a million thoughts. She couldn't live this way for the rest of her life, holding back, hiding thoughts.
She'd have to tell him . . .
Or, someone.
Sharon!
Of course, Sharon. She would understand. She wouldn't tell her about Fred, of course. Just about herself.
She closed her eyes and slept.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sharon, alone, would have caused many heads to turn. Gina's presence had at times caused bus boys to bump into each other, head waiters to leave customers stranded in bars. Together, they created a minor catastrophe as they sat in the restaurant. In fact, they had been approached by so many people, they had found it most irritating. They had hardly said a word without some kind of interruption.
"Look, what I've got to say can't be said here, obviously," Sharon said, grabbing her handbag. "Let's go over to my place."
"Think you're right," Gina said. In a way, she was rather disappointed, however. She would be more vulnerable in solitude. "Or we could go to my place," she suggested.
They were almost totally silent during the ride to Sharon's house, occasionally making nervous comments about the weather, clothes, pointedly ignoring what they really wanted to discuss. It was the first time since they had known each other they felt uncomfortable. Finally, Sharon spoke, her mind made up.
"My husband . . . Fred, is . . . well, he's having an affair, I think."
"Huh!" Gina gasped.
"Oh, don't be too shocked," Sharon said. "He is a pretty attractive man."
"I know," Gina said. "I mean, well, yes he is."
"You know what I can't figure out, though?" Sharon said. "When he does it."
Gina swallowed hard. She was quickly becoming part of a plot, probably to discover the other woman. God, talk about complications!
"Actually, I don't mind," Sharon continued, wheeling the car into the drive. "It makes things a lot easier for me."
"Easier for you?" Gina asked slowly. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, it just does," Sharon said, something clicking suddenly in her mind. "Hey, you know something?"
"What?" Gina asked. Is this cat and mouse? I was worried about Gary breaking my neck. Some women have been known to . . . well, she didn't want to think about that.
"She's a pretty classy lady, though," Sharon said. "She wears nice perfume. The same as you do."
"Me?" Gina asked, then giggled nervously. She was glad the car was stopped. It was getting very warm inside. "Why, I wear the same stuff millions of women do."
"Well, I'd certainly like to shake that lady's hand," Sharon said, gathering up her things and getting out of the car. "I don't think Fred and I have been happier."
"Really?" Gina said, following her to the front door. "You mean that? I mean, you really mean that?"
"Sure do," Sharon answered, opening the door.
Gina extended her hand and smiled.
"What's this for?" Sharon asked, puzzled. She thought Gina might be giving her something, half of the tip she'd left at the restaurant or something. "Huh?"
"You said you wanted to shake the lady's hand," Gina said evenly, although her heart was about to pound out of her chest.
"You?" Sharon gasped. "You mean . . . you and . . . and Fred!"
"Yes," Gina said softly. Sharon's hand was cool against her sweaty palm. "Me . . . uh, and Fred."
Sharon threw her head back and laughed like she never had before. Soon tears were streaming down her cheeks and she had to hold onto the bookcase to keep from falling down.
"What's the matter?" Gina asked. Had she gone nuts? "Are you OK?"
"Sit down, kid," Sharon said, still laughing. "I've . . . we've all four been dopes."
Gina sat on the couch, uncomfortably erect, almost expecting Sharon to crack her upside the head with an ashtray or something before they hauled her off to the nut hut.
"Do you think that perhaps Gary might be having an affair?" Sharon asked, looking at the younger woman.
"Well, he could be," she said. "I mean, he hasn't told me or anything, but he's very handsome."
What the hell was she talking about Gary for? She and Fred were the ones who were . . .
"Gary and I are fucking together," Sharon said. "The whole time you and Fred were screwing each other's eyes out, Gary and I were sneaking around, afraid you'd find out."
It was Gina's turn to laugh. She laughed even harder than Sharon had. Finally, she collapsed on the couch in tears, her head in her hands.
"God, if I'd known it was like that, I might have enjoyed it more," she said. "You and Gary while Fred and I . . ." She began laughing once more.
"Just wait until those husbands of ours find out," Sharon said, placing her arm around Gina. "God, isn't life weird?"
As they looked into each other eyes, something inside both their minds seemed to snap. The room seemed to fill with a dark, damp fog, clouding out the rest of the world. Their fingers touched, then their lips.
"My God, what are we doing?" Sharon said finally, coming back to reality. "I ... I guess it was because we were so nervous." Gina's kiss was still stinging her mouth.
"No," Gina said, now sounding more mature, more experienced than Sharon. "I . . . I wanted to kiss you. I want to kiss you again."
"Us?" Sharon said, excited, wondering what those strange emotions were that swept through her body. "But we . . . we're women."
"I know," Gina said, her hands now on Sharon's shoulders. "God, how I know it."
Sharon let herself go completely as Gina embraced her. It was the most fantastic feeling she'd ever experienced. The woman's kisses were tender, not at all like a man, yet still as exciting. She felt her throat ache, want more than just a kiss. She lifted her hands and cupped the firm tits.
"Touch me, too," she said, licking into Gina's mouth. "Let's touch each other . . . everywhere!"
While their tongues flicked together they undressed each other, carefully pulling the clothing away as if their bodies might break. When they were finally naked, Gina pushed Sharon to the couch and crawled between the woman's legs. Their cunts were now throbbing together, red and blonde hair intertwined.
"God, you're beautiful!" Gina murmured into Sharon's mouth. "I . . .1 think I love you!"
"Mmmmmmm, yes," Sharon said. As her tits touched those of Gina's, she could feel the nipples throb, the heartbeat through the silky mounds. "I ... I want you, baby!" she cried out, her passion becoming electrifying.
Gina left a trail of glistening saliva as she licked from Sharon's mouth, across the woman's chin, to the hollow of her throat. She then inched further down Sharon's body, to the full, upturned tits. She took each tiny nipple into her mouth, then bit down, gently, tenderly.
"Ohhh . . . God!" Sharon screamed. It was as if this were the first time she'd ever had her tits sucked! "Do it! God, do it all to me!"
Gina didn't exactly know what her plan was. They had become" driven by instinct. She licked over the full, firm mounds, then kissed across Sharon's smooth, flat stomach. The woman's red cunt hair was now tickling her chin. She could smell the perfumed steam from the pussy just a few inches below.
"I ... I want to kiss your cunt," she murmured, moving to Sharon's crotch. "Just like Fred does. Like Gary does."
"Oh yes!" Sharon screamed, placing her hands on Gina's shoulders. "I ... I want to do you too!"
"Me first," Gina murmured, sitting slightly back on her haunches. As she eyed the mound of slippery cunt, she felt the back of her throat ache, just like it had many times looking at Fred's cock. "Oh God, you're beautiful!" she panted, lowering her face.
She placed her hands at the sides of the swollen crack, then nudged the loose folds of skin back. When she saw the pink beauty inside, she gave a yelp of pleasure. It was as if she were seeing a woman, herself, for the first time. No wonder men loved to do this!
"Gonna eat your pussy alive," she whispered, touching the oozing mass of muscle with the tip of her tongue.
"Jesus!" Sharon shrieked, bucking. Gina's tongue was as good as any man's, almost as good as a cock. Almost. She suddenly wondered what it would be like to have a man and a woman in bed at the same time. One tender, the other rough.
"Lick me!" she wailed. "God, lick your tongue inside me and fuck me with it! Make it a dick! Make it a slippery, fucking cock, you bitch!"
Gina stabbed her tongue fully inside, then gasped when Sharon's cunt muscles wrapped around her like a throat. Before, when a man had done this, she knew ecstasy. Now she knew why.
"Mmmmmmm!" she groaned, curling the tip of her tongue upward, drawing it over the top of Sharon's walls. A sticky mass of pussy juice stung her lips, steamed into the back of her throat.
"God, you're so hot and sweet," she panted, going back for more of the delicious fluid.
Sharon began humping and bucking wildly, digging her nails into the soft flesh of Gina's shoulders and neck. It was wonderful what she was doing to her, almost perfect. Yet, there was a dull ache, something missing. This had always been the beginning. The ending had been a delicious, thrusting cock. Knowing she wouldn't have one only increased the intensity of her torture.
"Aieeee!" she screamed, her orgasm bursting, peaking, subsiding. "Now . . . now yours!" she begged, clawing at Gina's shoulders.
Gina repositioned herself without moving her face from Sharon's pussy. She crawled over the woman's body, her head toward Sharon's feet, and lowered her cunt down on the waiting mouth. When she felt the stab of hot tongue, she screamed wildly inside the delicious cunt. "Ohhhh . . . yesssss!" she hissed, taking the delicate clit into her mouth and pursing her lips tightly. "Mmmmm, hot, sweet pussy!"
Sharon was in heaven. Not only was her' own cunt being licked and chewed furiously, but she had one to suck on herself. And how wonderful it was! So sweet, soft, delicately throbbing. Another orgasm ripped through her body.
"God, lick my cunt!" she screamed into Gina's crack. "Eat it down and lick me out forever!"
They began mouthing savagely, their teeth tearing into the gentle folds of skin, their tongues slipping in and out of the spasming canals like snakes. Finally, they both climaxed together, filling both their bodies with savage, sweet release.
"Unhhhh!" they screamed together, a duet of sexual gratification and raw pleasure.
They molded themselves into one writhing mass of flesh, then finally collapsed, their moans muffled inside each other's holes. Later, Sharon pulled from beneath Gina and kissed the twin mounds of tit.
"Let me do you now," she whispered. "God, just like you did me, baby."
Gina lay back and closed her eyes, waiting for the gentle assault. She then felt an odd sensation on the inside of her thigh, almost like a cockhead. She opened her eyes and looked down, watching Sharon move her nipples over the insides of her legs.
"What . . . what are you doing?" she gasped.
"Gonna fuck you with my tit," Sharon said. "Would you like that? You can pretend it's a cock. Mmmmmm, a big, thick, juicy cock!"
She then grasped her right tit firmly and guided the tip between Gina's greasy, oozing crack. When the pulsating muscles closed in around the mound, sucking it hard inside, she felt her chest burn with elecric-like jolts.
"Oh yes!" she panted. "Suck on my tit with your pussy, you little bitch! Make it hurt! Eat all of me in you!"
Gina began working her ass up and down, her eyes now firmly squinted closed. If she didn't think about it, she could almost imagine a thick prick inside her. In a way it was almost as good, filling every space, but it wasn't hard.
"I'd ... I'd love to have a hard cock in my throat right now!" she screamed out. "God, I want it! I want it all!"
While Sharon dug her tit in and out of Gina's churning hole, she jabbed her fingers over the tiny, throbbing clit at the top of her own cunt. Soon, she, too, was experiencing spasms of pure ecstasy.
"Gina!" she cried out. "Fuck my tit! Fuck all of me inside you!"
They both experienced a wild torrent of pure, absolute pleasure as their orgasms culminated. They fell against each other, Sharon moving upward, her mouth finally finding Gina's lips. They then screamed like animals, crushing their bursting cunts over each other, legs intertwined, bodies aching, bucking.
"Mmmmfff!" they shrieked, peaking, freezing in a spasm of ultimate release.
"Jesus Christ!" a voice said from the door. "Gary! You fucking believe this?"
Sharon turned from Gina's face and saw that it was Fred and Gary. For a moment it didn't even seem to register. Her mind was locked around pleasure. Then, her eyes went to the thick mounds of cock.
"Fuck me!" she cried out. "God, someone please fuck me before I go crazy!"
"Fuck me too!" Gina wailed. "Anybody! Everybody!"
"Well, brother?" Fred said, licking his lips. "What do you say?"
"I'd say we've got ourselves a sweet chore to perform," Gary answered. "Who do you want? Uh, first?"
"Well, why don't I fuck Gina," Fred suggested, "and you fuck my wife. That is, unless you don't want to."
"Oh, I might try it. Uh, for once," Gary said.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Gary shucked out of his clothes, then grabbed Sharon, pulling her to the floor. He immediately fell down on her, grinding his crotch between her legs. Just seeing the two women go at it for that short time was enough to make his loins throb like he'd been hit in the nuts with a hammer.
"Gonna fuck you so hard, baby," he gasped, punching his cockhead into the slippery, swollen opening. "Oh God, if s going to be so fucking good!"
As his prod was slipping quickly through her churning mass of cunt muscle, his brother was between Gina's legs, lowering himself down, his prod throbbing wildly against his stomach.
"Want a real good fucking, Gina?" he murmured, touching her tits with his lips. "You ready for this big cock of mine?"
"Oh yes, Fred!" she screamed out, clawing at his hairy chest. "Fuck me again and again and again!"
As he plunged his meat deeply into her cunt, beneath him, Gary was withdrawing his shaft from Sharon's pussy.
"Oh Gary!" Sharon cried out. "You do that so good! I ... I love big hard cocks! Now fuck the hell out of me!"
Gary had never been so excited in his entire life. Watching Sharon and Gina make it, and now, fucking his brother's wife right in front of his eyes, was almost too much, It was all he could do to keep from blowing his wad right then!
"Take it, baby," he said, punching in deeply, then holding himself there. "Take it all the way in and lick my cum out with your bubbly little pussy."
When Sharon felt Gary's thrusting move, completely stretching her insides, she jerked with nearing climax. She spread her legs, then moved her feet upward. She then planted them under her ass and lifted them both slightly off the floor. His cock was now fully embedded inside her.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she wailed, her face freezing in agony. She exhaled through clenched teeth, then began bucking and writhing wildly, eating his cock in and out of her boiling hole.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she panted, her orgasm building, ready to burst. "Oh goddamn you . . . you . . . bull! Fuck meeee!"
Gary wondered how it was possible for something to be so fantastic and so horrible at the same time. His nuts ached like they never had before, yet he refused to let himself go. He somehow thought this would be the best ever, all others just imitations.
"God baby, fuck me," he gasped, his mouth working over her neck, her shoulders, her tits. His ass was bobbing wildly up and down, his meat sliding in and out noisily.
"Fuck my cock all the way in and eat on it with your hot pussy! Come on, whore, fuck me! Fuck me to death!"
While he slammed in and out of her tortured body, Sharon could feel him tighten. She could now trace every individual muscle in his body as they swelled, glistened with sweat. And somehow she knew when he came, it could be the best for them both. Even better than their first time. In a way, this was the first. They were free to love.
"Fuck!" she shrieked, experiencing another storm of pure release. Her insides shook violently, almost splitting apart. "Now! Give it to me now!" she begged.
"Oh shit," Gary grimaced, heaving forward. At last the moment had come. His jizz seemed to collect inside his cockhead, then exploded sending a shower of warmth deeply inside her body.
"Ohhhhhhh . . . just like this!" he screamed the veins in his neck popping out in purplish cords. "Fuck it, bitch! All of it!"
When Fred heard his brother's yells, knowing that he was slamming his cum into Sharon, he was filled with even greater lust. He, too, was now free to fuck Gina, to let her have it without any guilt.
"Take it, bitch," he gasped, closing his lips around her tits. "Mmmmmmm, God, fuck my cock!"
"Yessss!" Gina wailed, another orgasm splitting her insides. She bucked up and down on the couch, biting on Fred's neck, his shoulder, running his hair between her teeth. "Give it to me, you stud! Fuck me to death!"
As her climax peaked savagely, she felt the first of his cum-load empty inside her box. The liquid was like lava, searing into her flesh, bringing with it more spasms of release.
"Unhhhhhh . . . take it, whore!" Fred panted, grinding his ass around, shoving in the bulk of his climax. He could now feel the fiery liquid slosh around his plunging prick and dribble from the bottom of her hole. Some of it coated his nuts, glued the loose folds of skin to her shitter.
"Fuck it up here! Goddamn you, whore, here! Uhnnnnn . . . here!"
The room was filled with the smacking sounds of flesh on flesh, the anguished groans of pure, raw sex. Even the air seem to steam with their release, enfolding them in a warm blanket of total ecstasy.
Finally, they all lay in a heap, breathing from tortured lungs. And when the men rolled off, Sharon and Gina looked at each other, almost as if what they were about to do they had done a million times before, and not just once.
"The only way to suck cum," Sharon said, eyeing Gin's cream-coated pussy. "Come here. Mmmmmm, I want it!"
While the men watched fascinated, Gina and Sharon got into a sixty-nine position and locked their mouths around each other's cunts. They then dipped their tongues inside and began lapping out the rich, thick cream.
"Mmmmmmm, delicious!" Gina groaned, twisting her head from side to side, trying desperately to get all of the juices out. Some of it was tantalizing far away, at the back of Sharon's pussy. Finally, she thrust her fingers inside and collected the liquid. As she smeared it over her lips, she felt a surge of warmth inside her box. Sharon was now doing the same thing to her.
"Harder," she said, her voice greasy. "Stick your fingers in like a cock!"
"Hey," Fred said, moving toward them, "if you want a real cock, you've got ..."
Before he could finish what he was saying, Gina had grabbed his prick and yanked him closer. She then squeezed his shaft against Sharon's pussy and began licking on both organs.
"Ohhhh . . . perfect!" she murmured. "Pussy and prick at the same time!"
"Hey, let me have some of the action too," Gary said, kneeling at Sharon's end. "Suck me and my wife at the same time, baby."
Sharon pulled his meat toward Gina's cunt, then rolled it around in the silky masses of hair. After wetting it with a combination of cunt juice and cum, she began lapping over both of them. She would gobble up and down Gary's prod for several seconds, then spit it out. As it lay over the top of Gina's hole, she would gouge the tip of her tongue into the delicate crack. Finally, however, she couldn't take the raw torture any longer. She gave her full attention to Gary's meat, sucking wildly up and down the pulsating shaft.
"Eat it, cocksucker!" Gary winced, lowering his face to the back of her neck. "God, lick my cock and when I blow my wad, I want you to suck my cum and . . . and . . . God, just suck it!"
At the other end, Gina was digging her tongue in and out of Sharon's pussy while she jacked Fred's prod with both hands. And as she felt the meat stiffen in her palms, an ache in the back of her throat became almost unbearable.
"Blow your cum all over my face," she cried out, now chewing on Sharon's clit. "Mmmmmm, I want every drop on me! I want to eat it out of this pussy!"
"Shit, baby, I'm so close," Fred said, pumping his hips back and forth. "You want it now?"
"Yessss!" Gina screamed, pulling on is prick until both her hands and his shaft were a fleshy blur. "Now! Mmmmmm, now!"
As her insides burst with an explosive climax, flinching her entire body, she felt his cockhead balloon, then begin spitting the lovely juices. She opened her mouth wide and held the side of her head against Sharon's cunt.
"Ready . . . oh . . . fuck . . . take it!" Fred grimaced. The spewing wads of jism bolted from the end of his meat and splattered all over her face. A thick, silvery stream crawled over her cheek and hung over her open mouth like a wet, greasy spider web. When she inhaled, it quickly hit her tongue.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Gina gurgled, letting more of his juices collect. When her mouth was full, she spit them out over Sharon's pussy, thrust them deeply inside with the tip of her tongue. She then clamped her lips around the opening and ate them back out.
"Mmmmmmm!" she murmured, swallowing some, letting other wads swish between her teeth.
"Oh fuck . . . Jesus . . . goddamned fuck!" Fred said, feeling the last of his wad blow out of his cum-hole. "There! Take it!" he spluttered. He grabbed the back of her head and twisted her face toward him, giving her the last in her mouth.
"Aaaaaghhh!" Gina screamed, gobbling toward the root of his spent prick. "Mmmmmmmm!"
As both their climaxes dulled, Gary and Sharon were just beginning theirs. Sharon was now chewing and sucking up and down Gary's meat with wild, hungry licks, slapping her forehead against his stomach. She wasn't about to let a bit of his juice be wasted. She wanted it all.
"Suck me, dick licker," Gary gasped, now banging his ass back and forth, drilling the entire slab inside her throat. "That's it. Just like that! All the fucking way in!"
As his cockhead plowed between her tonsils and exploded, sending a delicious shower of milky jism all over the back of her throat, Sharon flinched, her own orgasm peaking.
"Eat it, bitch!" Gary cried out, holding her firmly by the hair of the head. "Suck me fucking dry!"
Sharon couldn't believe just how wonderful she felt now. While sucking an exploding cock and having it spill thick juices into her mouth, her pussy was being sucked and licked. She could also feel her husband's prod roll around between her thighs. It was as if the entire world had turned into a sex machine for her own benefit.
"Ohhhh!" she choked, swallowing, coughing, climaxing.
He gave a final heave forward, planting the last of his cum into the back of her throat. He then relaxed slowly, sitting back on his haunches, his eyes closing with satisfaction.
"Baby, that was the best," he murmured, his voice barely audible over her groans of ecstasy. "Shit, the fucking best!"
Sharon rolled the fiery liquid around in her mouth, washing his cock, then spit the fluid from the corners of her lips. When the milky cum dribbled over Gina's cunt, she spit his prod out and began lapping into the blond hairs.
"Delicious!" she panted, feeling her back arch with another storm of climax. She locked her mouth around the tiny opening and sucked cunt juice and cum into the back of her throat. As the fluid showered down her throat, she froze in raw, unbridled pleasure.
"Aaaaaghhh!" she shrieked, her voice a muffle inside the girl's body. "Mmmm . . . yesss!"
It seemed an eternity before her body was normal again. And when she finally pulled away from the three naked bodies, she could hardly focus.
"Why . . . why haven't we done this before?" she demanded. "God, I didn't know sex could be so wonderful!"
"How was it for you, Gina?" Gary asked. "Did you have as much fun with us as you did . . .uh, well, with your lover?"
"My lover?" Gina asked. All the words made sense, but put together, he was talking Greek.
"Aren't you having an . . . well, an affair?" he insisted.
"You knew?" she asked, giving Fred a quick glance.
"Not really," Gary said honestly, "I just thought, well, perhaps you were."
"Yes I was," Gina said. It was obvious that he and Fred hadn't had the same conversation that she and Sharon had had. "And he's a wonderful lover, by the way."
"Is it fair to ask what his name is?" Gary asked.
"Oh, you know him," Gina giggled. So did Sharon.
"And that day I was cleaning the oven," Sharon put in, "I was having an affair too."
"That right?" Fred said, a twitch of pain in his eyes. "Do I know him?"
Suddenly, and without further words, the brothers understood what had happened. All four began laughing, then hugged each other, molding themselves into a writhing mass of flesh.
"God, do you believe our wives?" Gary said to Fred. "What do you think of them?"
Fred looked at his younger brother, then at the women, his grin widening.
"I think they're pretty depraved if you ask me," he said. "We've got ourselves a couple of depraved wives."
