The passions and desires that most people only dream about fulfilling are usually kept hidden beneath a veneer of respectability and outwardly normal appearances. Mostly under unique circumstances -- on a psychiatrist's couch, in a place far from family and acquaintances, an occasion where alcohol and the relaxed inhibitions of others lend an air of recklessness and experimentation -- are those desires ever expressed or experienced.
This is a story about married adults who, while still in love with their respective mates, find themselves getting bored. Then an unusual set of circumstances revolutionizes their lifestyles, and forever changes the workings of their marriages.
And while they struggle to come to terms with their new way of life, they also struggle to keep up a facade of respectability -- attending the proper social functions, keeping their homes in good order, working at their jobs -- while behind the scenes they embark upon a path condemned by many but which, for them, is a new lease on life.
WILLING WIFE SWAPPERS -- the story of one possible road to marital happiness. A path taken by many others today. A comment on the changing mores of our restless society.
The Publisher
Chapter One
Don Burgess and his young blonde wife Kathy walked out sad eyed and scowling. The door of the model home clicked shut behind them, a cold and final sound.
"Shit!" Don said. "I knew we couldn't afford it!"
"It's all right," Kathy said, trying to sound cheerful. The sun gleamed in her golden hair.
Her firm, sharply coned tits rose as she inhaled deeply, then seemed to sag as she breathed a heavy sigh. "We're young," she said in an encouraging voice. "Someday we'll be able to buy a house."
"Bullshit!" Don said, his brooding eyes downcast. "The price has gone up twice in the last two months, and the interest rate is higher now. Even if we both get big raises, we can't keep up with inflation. We'll be stuck in that rat-trap apartment for the rest of our lives!"
"It's not all bad," Kathy said. "There's the pool..."
"Yeah, and walls so thin we can hear the couple next door whenever they fuck."
"You used to like hearing that," Kathy said in a sultry voice. "The way that woman moans and cries... that really turned you on!"
"Well, not any more. We're all caged like monkeys in the zoo, and I'm sick of it. I want us to have a home of our own."
"We will... someday," Kathy said. Her blue eyes flashed, trying to hide her own disappointment. "Come on, let's go home. I'll slip into something sexy, and we'll let the neighbors listen to us. As soon as your cock gets good and hard, you'll forget all about interest rates and inflation."
"I'm sorry, Kathy -- I'm just not in the mood." He pulled his hand away and dug in his pocket for keys to the car. "Look at this piece of shit." He angrily kicked the front wheel of their ten year old sedan. "... the tires are bald, the engine needs an overhaul. We're both working, and we can't even afford that. We can't even think about buying a new car with prices the way they are. No wonder the fucking car companies are going broke. Who can afford to buy?"
"Frustrating, isn't it?" a breathy female voice said in sympathy.
"Frustrating? No, it's completely fucked!"
She smiled warmly and tossed her head. "That's what I like about young people -- you tell it like it is!"
Don looked up then and realized it wasn't Kathy he'd been talking to. Deep in thought and his eyes glaring down, he had not noticed the raven-haired woman standing near the back of the car.
"Er, I'm sorry," Don said quickly. "I didn't mean to swear like that." She looked to be about forty, still trim and shapely, but old enough to be his mother. What he'd said embarrassed him.
"Don't worry about it," she said sweetly. "I'd have said worse. My husband George and I have been working for almost twenty years, saving every penny we could... and we still don't have a down payment large enough to satisfy the fucking bank."
"See?" Don said to his wife. "Twenty years from now, that's where we'll be."
The older woman sighed and shrugged, stirring a soft fall of jet-black hair that spilled over her shoulders and down to the ripe swelling of firm, full tits. They looked taut and proud, not sagging and droopy like tits on a lot of women her age.
Don managed a halfway grin, thinking that if they were alone and he felt better, he'd really like to get his hands on her huge tits and try his hot young cock in her middle-aged cunt.
She smiled at him with a sexy look in her dark eyes, almost as though she could read his mind. "I'm Ellen Chambers," she said, reaching out with a slender, graceful hand.
"I'm Don Burgess." He had to pause and catch his breath. The obvious yearning in her flashing eyes had started his cock to swell. All his life Don had heard that older women were really wild in bed. He didn't know for sure, but the way Ellen's restless eyes gazed so hungrily, he was itching to find out.
"I'm Kathy, Don's wife," Kathy said pointedly. It was as though she could read his thoughts too. A twinge of jealousy crackled in Kathy's usually soft voice.
"And here comes my husband George." Suddenly the spell was broken. Ellen's hungry gaze melted into a look of boredom, and she stifled a yawn with the back of her slender hand. "George," she said in an even voice, "I'd like you to meet Don and Kathy Burgess -- two more frustrated house hunters."
"I'm charmed," George said to Kathy. In his eyes, Don wasn't there. She extended her hand, he lifted it, turned it palm down and kissed it lightly. His lips moved like they were searching for more, and young Kathy suddenly felt quite nervous.
"I'm... I'm pleased to meet you both," she said, drawing back her hand despite the older man's warm grip. His old fashioned romantic gesture embarrassed her, especially with Don looking on... looking like he wanted to punch George right in the mouth.
"We were going to have a few drinks and try to forget the horrors of house hunting. Would you like to join us?" Ellen asked.
"We'd love to," Don said quickly, glancing then at his wife for her approval.
"But we'd better not," Kathy said. "We -- er, we have other plans."
"Oh, yes! I couldn't help overhearing," Ellen said with a sly and approving grin, "you're going to let the couple next door listen to your fucking for a change."
Kathy's sleek, suntanned skin blushed a flaming red.
"It's all right," Ellen said. She curved an arm around the young woman's shoulders and gave her a reassuring hug. Kathy still trembled, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment. "Hey," Ellen said calmly, "Just because we're forty... it doesn't mean we don't fuck."
Kathy blushed an even deeper shade of crimson. "Ellen, for God's sake, cut it out. Can't you see you're embarrassing the poor child? Not everyone in their twenties has joined the sexual revolution, you know?" George brushed Kathy's arm with almost fatherly affection. "There, there you poor dear. Don't pay any attention to that wife of mine. Ellen sometimes... well, she gets carried away."
Don couldn't help thinking, I'd like to carry her away. Ellen Chambers had the shapely figure of a mature woman, full breasts and flaring hips, and a firm, well-rounded ass that seemed to be just begging for a big cock.
In contrast to the ripe, womanly charms of the black-haired beauty, Don's blonde wife looked girlish-small boned and quite petite, almost doll like, her figure was so delicate.
Unless Kathy really got excited, unless her musky cunt oil flowed full and free, her tiny little slit couldn't take the straining thickness of Don's enormous cock. She always cried and whimpered from the pain.
Ellen, though, looked like a woman he could fuck all night -- strong, sensuous, able to wring a man dry and then suck him until he got hard enough to do it all again. The fantasy fucking of Ellen Chambers made Don's cock bulge uncomfortably in his snug fitting jeans.
It seemed perfectly all right to him, mentally undressing her, baring a cunt he imagined to be sheltered in a dense clump of sleek black fur, filling her aching woman's hole with all the hot strength of his horny cock... but Don didn't like it when he saw how George kept looking at Kathy, softly stroking her delicate arm, obviously thinking the same kind of thoughts about her little golden fleeced twat.
"Kathy's right," Don said nervously. "We'd... we'd better just go on home. Maybe some other time."
"Oh, Don... let's go with them. A couple of drinks might do us both good."
"Women are famous for changing their minds," Ellen said with a warm smile. Her flashing eyes had not missed the huge swelling in Don's pants. She looked again, a longing gaze, wondering how such a tiny young wife could possibly stand his beautiful big cock.
"Our car is that red convertible," George said. "Why don't you follow us? Our condo has the best stocked bar in town."
"We'll be right behind you," Don said, noticing how seductively Ellen stroked her lips with her tongue as she gave him a last, lingering look before turning toward their car across the street.
Don drove in silence, his eyes drawn time and time again to Ellen's long, gleaming black hair. It waved in the summer breeze like an inviting hand, and he followed... toward what, he wondered.
"I don't like the way she looks at you," Kathy said flatly.
"What about you? That horny bastard George could hardly keep his hands off you."
"Oh, Don... he only touched my arm!"
"But I'll bet it was your pretty little tits he was thinking about. And he kissed your hand like he wanted to eat you alive."
"You're jealous!" she said with a tinkle of delight in her voice. And, she thought, I guess you have a right to be. The hungry quiver of George's lips on the back of her hand, the soft, unseen stroke of his wet tongue... they'd made her pussy burn and drool with curious warmth. What would it be like to have a romantic, experienced older man suck so passionately on her sweet young cunt? Kathy didn't know, but she had a feeling she might find out.
For as long as she'd known anything at all about sex, Kathy Burgess had hungered for the feel of warm lips on her tender young cunt. She longed for the probe of a rough wet tongue that would part her juicy pussy, dig for her little clit and swirl it until her clit burned.
She'd begged Don to lick her cunt on their wedding night, but his cock was so hard and swollen with young lust that he could only think of ramming into her before he shot off in her lap. In all, it took maybe ten seconds for him to cum... hardly time enough to pop her cherry. In the two years since, she must have pleaded a hundred times, "Don, please... eat my pussy, get it really ready for your big cock so I can enjoy it all!"
Only once had he kissed her between her trembling legs. He mouthed her spread of silky golden cunt hair and then pulled away with a scowl upon his lips. "I'm sorry," he said, "I just can't it's like trying to eat lunch in a fucking sewer pipe!"
Kathy bit her lip that night to hold back a sobbing wail of anger and frustration. She clenched her eyes tightly shut to stop a flood of tears. My cunt can't smell like a sewer, she cried in her mind. He loves to ram his cock in it... why won't he eat it like I've always dreamed?
Unknown to her, Don had some deep-seated frustrations of his own. It started that first night together when they both were shy, overly excited eighteen-year-old virgins. Kathy reached to guide in his big cock that first time, and he jerked away. "Don't!" he'd cried. "I'm so fucking hot I can't stand it!" He thought sure he'd shoot his load before popping the tight virgin cunt he'd waited for so long.
Since then he'd gained more control. He longed to have her stroke his cock now, and he hungered even more to have her take it in her mouth, but Kathy always shied away from that. She knew he was still quick to spurt his gushing flood. She didn't want to frustrate or embarrass him by exciting him to cum in her hand and she couldn't stand the thought of his big cock squirting in her mouth!
Once in raging frustration, Don straddled her and inched forward on his knees until her firm, hard-nippled tits were smashed almost flat beneath the hairy cheeks of his ass, his long thick cock reaching out until it touched her chin.
"Suck it!" he said in a voice strained with desire. "Eat my cock!"
She could not help shivering, but Kathy tilted her head and flicked out shyly with her tongue. She heard Don gasp, his muscles tight like steel bands.
"Hhhungh!" he groaned when she wiggled her tongue out again, teasing it up and down in the slit of his cock head.
Don stabbed impulsively, impatient to have the thick knob of his cock between her warm lips. But Kathy winced and turned her head, jerking aside. His long prick brushed her cheek and pulsed as he moaned a cry of savage frustration. A hot jet of thick cream gushed into Kathy's ear. The next drenched the soft golden hair that curled around her neck. He kept thrusting and stabbing into the silken mass, gushing shot after shot of silver jism until she thought she might drown in the sticky flood.
It took an hour to wash and dry her long blonde hair, and she had never let Don get his cock even close to her face since then. She loved him, loved him deeply, and she felt quite certain that he loved her... but some barrier kept them from discussing their desires and their frustrations.
Both Kathy and Don had been raised in what their parents called "good homes". His folks and hers were both very strict, rigidly proper according to an iron-clad moral code drummed into their heads when they were young. Anything to do with sex and the natural ripening of young desire was discussed in tones of shame and guilt.
Don first didn't know what to do with a hard cock, but he soon learned from things he heard giggled and whispered about at school. A week later his mother caught him jacking off, leering at a catalog picture of a raven-haired woman dressed only in panties and a bra.
"Don!" she shrieked in horror. "Don't do that! It's a terrible sin! Self abuse will make you feeble minded! You might even go blind!"
That horrified the young boy, and it was not until years later that he learned it was all a bunch of shit. A science teacher set him straight. He said, "Oh, Christ... I used to jerk off two and three times a day. I still do whenever I feel like it -- and I've got a Ph.D."
"What about going blind?"
"More shit," the candid teacher said. "I don't even wear glasses." Then he laughed. "When my old man caught me flogging my cock, he said it would make hair grow on the palm of my hand. Can you believe that?"
The honesty of his laughter helped put Don's young mind at ease. "Hell, if that was true, this right hand of mine would look like a little mink coat!"
Both Don's parents and Kathy's had fought to keep sex education classes out of the school. When that failed, they still burdened the young pair with guilt. Fucking outside of marriage was a terrible sin, they'd both been taught. And for married couples, fucking was only something to be endured, never enjoyed. What his mother called "unnatural acts" were the worst sins of all. Then Don didn't even know what those terrible acts might be.
Now grown and married, he knew -- but he could not see anything unnatural about what his body craved so much. He could hardly pass another woman on the street without gazing at her lips and wondering what they would feel like closed warmly around the root of his cock, her head tipped back so the whole long shaft would slide into the dark wet tunnel of her throat. He doubted that his pretty young wife would ever be able to overcome fear and guilt and do what he longed for so much, but something in the flash of Ellen Chambers' dark eyes told him that she might.
"Welcome to our cramped but happy home," George said as he unlocked the door to their condominium.
"It's a lot bigger than our little apartment," Kathy said with a hint of envy.
"And the walls are soundproof," Ellen said with a knowing grin.
"You have a fireplace too!" Kathy said. "Oh, I've always wanted one!"
"It isn't real," George said. "Those logs are made of cement, and the red glow is from an electric heating element..."
"Still..." Kathy turned her back to the make believe fire and warmed her hands. With the sun down outside, it had begun to turn cold. Or perhaps, she thought, it's the fear of my obscene longings that give me such a chill.
"We could have a real fireplace if we could afford a house like those we looked at today," George said. He crossed the living room as he spoke and took a position behind a small bar in the far corner.
"The fireplace is extra," Don said bleakly. "Almost three grand more."
"It would be worth it," Ellen said, "worth every cent just to have one good fuck lying naked in front of a real fire!"
"Ellen, for God's sake, don't talk like that," George said. "Can't you see you're embarrassing these young people?"
"It's all right," Kathy said. She'd noticed a shaggy fur rug in front of the fireplace and could not help but wonder what it would be like to have the soft white fleece caress her back while George burrowed his handsome, distinguished face between her legs.
"We're not quite as innocent as we look," Don said, sounding more sure of himself than he really felt. He noticed the furry circle of rug too, but it was Ellen Chambers he imagined spread upon it, her raven hair clashing sharply with snowy white.
"What's your pleasure?" George asked. "We've got all the usual stuff... even champagne if you lovely ladies would like a sip of the bubbly."
"I adore champagne!" Kathy said quickly.
Ellen turned to Don and whispered, "We got it to celebrate putting a down payment on a real house." A trace of sadness weighted her voice, but a bright sparkle still danced in her dark and searching eyes. The way she looked at Don started his cock swelling madly again.
"Nice place you have here," he said uneasily, at a loss for anything better.
"It's all right," Ellen said. "Would you like to see the rest of it?"
"Er, yeah... sure." Don wasn't sure at all. He watched George bring a long-stemmed glass of pink champagne to Kathy who had seated herself cross-legged in the middle of the soft rug. George did everything but drool!
"This way," Ellen said, distracting Don with a toss of her silky black hair. "The bedroom is especially nice."
She paused at the bar, picked up the two other glasses George had poured and handed one to Don. Then she raised her glass of the pink sparkling wine in a toast and whispered to him, "To the bedroom."
Chapter Two
Don's straining cock had a frenzied pulse beat all its own before they'd gone half way down the hall. The lush domes of Ellen's ass cheeks swayed so invitingly before his eyes. He could even see the deep cleft between them, her tailored skirt fit so snugly. His hand trembled in time with the throb of his cock, so violently that he almost spilled the wine.
Ellen smiled, knowing exactly the effect the sway of her seductive ass would have. She could sense his lust in the ragged, uneven breathing she heard close behind. Her grin grew wider as they neared the bedroom door. Nothing pleased her more than exciting a hot young cock!
Though she took pains to keep herself trim and appealing to the male eye, she could not help but notice the way her husband gazed so hungrily at tender young girls.
Though she felt certain in one part of her mind that she could fuck circles around a naive little cunt like Kathy, Ellen needed reassurance -- the satisfaction of watching a man's cock swell hard with desire for the lush body she feared might be slipping past its prime.
With age and experience, she had reached an understanding with her husband George. Years before, she had thrown a jealous fit when she came home and found him fucking a young girl who lived down the hall. She almost filed for divorce, the hurt went so deep. A young lawyer wise beyond his years talked her out of signing the papers she'd insisted he draw up.
"George is starting to feel his age," the handsome young lawyer said. "There are streaks of gray in his hair, his... his cock doesn't get hard quite as fast as it did once. It doesn't mean he doesn't love you -- it means he needs reassurance."
"What about me?" Ellen asked sharply. "I'm not the slender young sexpot I used to be. My tits are bigger, not quite as firm. How do you think it makes me feel when he goes whoring after some hot little pussy?"
"Jealous... angry... hurt... uncertain." He said the words without emotion, as though reading from a laundry list.
"You're damn right, uncertain! I'm as old as he is, and I have my needs too!"
"Then you'll have to find your own Fountain of Youth..."
"I don't want a fucking mystical fountain... I want a hot young cock I can make swell hard!"
"Then find one. That shouldn't be hard for a woman with your figure and your experience."
"I want yours," Ellen said bluntly. "If you don't fuck me right here and now, I'll know everything you've said is pure shit!"
With the barest hint of a smile, the attorney touched a button on the intercom. "Miss Smith, cancel all my appointments for the afternoon. I'm going to be in... in conference!"
That night Ellen and George both felt supremely confident, sure of themselves and sure of each other. They fucked until dawn with the joyous abandon of young kids -- and they would again tonight after Don and Kathy had gone home to their thin-walled apartment, both wiser from experience and able to drive their neighbors wild with the new sounds sure to come.
"Ooooh, wow! This is really wild!" Don said when Ellen ushered him into the bedroom. One wall was glass, a double sliding door that opened on to a walled-in garden area lush with green growing things. The other three walls all had large mirrors, reflecting the two of them.
"You won't mind if I slip into something more comfortable?" Ellen asked. It was only half a question. She'd already started taking off the tailored jacket of her suit.
Don watched, dazzled by reflected images of her that seemed to surround him. Even when he tried, he could not take his eyes off her. Wherever he looked, he saw Ellen Chambers shedding the prim clothes of middle age.
Somehow he'd thought she would change in the bathroom, appearing later in slacks or perhaps a housecoat like his mother used to wear. But she stripped herself nude before his gaping eyes, keeping her back to him while she slipped on a filmy white robe so thin he could see the wide red crowns of her huge nipples, the dense black fur that fringed her cunt.
It was more a sheer white veil than a robe, so soft and light that it fluttered soundlessly with each step she took toward him. Don gulped in stunned delight, almost choking on a swallow of champagne.
Ellen smoothed her sleek black hair, spreading it over the wide, feathery collar of her enticingly thin robe. "It's stork feather," she said. "Whiter than snow, softer than fur. George and I discovered the sensuous joy of contrast long ago -- white and black, warm and cold... young and old."
Her arms coiled smoothly around his neck, tightening slowly to draw his breathless body near. The hot, dry swelling of his hammering cock pressed hard in the soft, damp hollow of her black furred crotch.
"Hard and soft... wet and dry," he said. Those were the two contrasts uppermost in his mind as she rubbed her lithe body against his, teasing and enticing in subtle ways that Kathy never would have known.
"Your clothes are so confining," Ellen purred. "Let me help you..."
Her spread fingers slipped lightly down his sides, around to the buckle of his belt.
"Oh, God -- please don't! I'm ready to shoot in my pants as it is!"
"Let it come," she urged softly, "Get it out then we can both relax and really enjoy ourselves." She cupped a hand between his legs and gently squeezed his aching nuts.
"Uuungggh!" Don said with a groan. He felt the steaming surge of jism and shivered as it boiled the length of his cock still kinked and trapped in his pants.
"Get it all out," Ellen said, her teasing fingers milking his balls. "Let it flow, then I'll show you some real fun!"
Don couldn't help it, and after that first shot what the hell difference did it make? His aching balls pumped out jet after jet of thick hot cream that sprayed his shorts and sank back steaming in the thick mass of cock hair around the base of his throbbing prick.
"Good, good!" Ellen said in a buttery tone. Her nimble fingers unfastened his belt faster than Don could have done it himself. He felt his fly slide open, her warm, sinewy fingers pulling down pants and cum-stained shorts both at once. "Now Ellen will lick you clean and make you hard again."
"Aaaggghhh!" he cried, but her flicking tongue had already found the dripping head of his cock. She licked his prick side-to-side and then licked down to the bottom of his pulsing cock.
In curls of thick, dark cock hair, she found more creamy blobs of wasted cum. Ellen lapped at them the way a hungry kitten goes at, a saucer of milk.
"AAAAHHHHH!" His long-held dream was coming true! "Suck my cock!" he cried, not even thinking that his wife Kathy might hear.
"In time," Ellen promised. "First I have to eat all your sweet cream." The smaller drops she stirred with her tongue spreading them thick and warm for her searching lips. She tugged at tangled wisps of his cock hair, sucking them clean with her tightly drawn lips. "Yyyyuuuummmn."
"Now!" Don pleaded, "Oh... now, please suck my cock!"
"Hhhhmmmm," she groaned, forcing herself to hold back. As young and hot as he was, Ellen knew he'd come again before she got even a good taste of his raw prick meat.
She ran her wet tongue up one side of his cock, rippled by a net of blue, blood-swollen veins. Swirling around his knobby prick head, she started down the top, teasing him with darting strokes of her wet tongue.
"Ungh! Shit!" Don felt the swell of fire in his balls again. The magic of wet tongue on hot cock was more than his inexperience could stand. "I'm... I'm cuuummming again!" He clenched his teeth and tried to stop the flow.
"Don't," she said between soft lashes with her tongue. "Don't try to hold back... let it loose! Let those big aching balls of yours wring themselves dry!" Her fingers swirled around his nuts, stirring them in their hairy sac, increasing the terrible, joyous pressure he felt swelling inside.
"Grungh!" Don said, his teeth still clenched tight.
"Don't fight -- let it flow!" Then her circled lips closed over the bulb of his cock head. "Cuuuuuummmmmmmm!"
He did. Don couldn't resist the sucking demands of her wavering lips. Her tongue rolled and teased the thick ridge of his cock head, flaming his senses with wild delight.
His own wife shrank back from sucking cock, but this stunning older woman seized the opportunity gladly, her body trembling with delight as she molded her lips to the thick shaft of his spurting prick.
"Hhhmnunm," she said, gulping down a thick swallow, kneeling before him, swaying with the rhythm of his gushing flow. Dark, gleaming waves of hair flowed down her back each time she jerked ecstatically in response to the taste of cum.
Don felt his hips begin to rock, thrusting at her slithering lips each time he felt a fresh jolt rise up from his ball sac. He wailed and moaned, his eyes clamped shut in searing joy. "Suck it!" he cried. "Suck it harder! Suck it all!"
"Hhhaaaa," she said. The delightful tension seemed to flow from his young body into hers. Don could feel her strain, the pulling force of her grasping lips becoming stronger as she inched slowly toward the root of his cock.
Her hot breath flowed into his tangle of dark, tightly curled prick hair, coming in joyful spurts just like the gushing cream from his cock head.
Ellen felt refreshed by the heat of his cock, pleased by the driving rhythm of his hips. Any doubts she may have had faded quickly from her mind, swept away by a flood of eager cum.
"You're the greatest!" Don said in a voice that crackled like a roaring fire. "The way your lips move... pulling, sucking -- UUUNGH! Fuck. Oh, Ellen, baby... eat my prick! Chew it up!"
Pushing for the root of his big cock curled her full red lips inward, over the top of her front teeth like a pad. When she began a slow, grinding motion with her jaw, Don felt no pain, only the clawing demands of her hungry mouth.
He felt weak, limp and shivering. Ellen steadied him, driving her face into his hairy groin, circling her arms around his back to clutch and squeeze the firm checks of his ass the way she wished Don would maul her bulging tits.
The force of his thrusting and the heat of his quicksilver cum made her nipples swell. Tense with desire and gasping wetly for breath, Ellen squirmed and raked her hot nipples across his thighs.
"Aaaggghhh," Don gasped. Blinded by the joy that spread from her sucking lips, he rocked in the rhythm of bliss and groped for her begging tits.
"Gggrruuungh!" she snarled when he found her tits, jetting a stab of warm breath into the heaving tube of his cock. Fire raged toward his balls and collided deep in his groin with another rushing surge of cum.
"Uunnnck!" Don doubled over, twisted by the wrenching sensation. Cum backed up inside under pressure so great that he thought jism might dribble from his ears. He writhed, wiggling backward, driving the hard muscled checks of his ass harder into the mauling grasp of her hands.
She squeezed with both hands and drew her lips tight on the root of his cock, clamping off the explosive force he felt inside. He writhed again, trying to twist away, to let his swelling prick spurt.
"You," he grunted from the swelling pressure of pleasures he had never known, "told me not to hold back. Grungh... now you're holding it!"
"Hhmmmm-hhmmm," she purred. She loved the way it made him squirm. Her slender fingers spread, clinging to the cheeks of his ass, her clamped lips following the wild sway of his jerking hips. The long middle finger of her right hand inched its way to the crack of his ass and eased down the slope toward the darkly puckered asshole inside.
"AAAAGGHHH!" he raged when he felt the tip of her probing finger. Ass muscles clenched, stunned by the shock of her teasing fingertip. "Bitch... let it cum! Don't fuck with my ass, let my God damned cock spurt! Uuungh. Shit! I can almost taste my own cum!"
He could. The grinding pressure of her lips forced a hot, salty taste up into the back of his mouth. He pushed and shoved with his hips trying to pull free and let his aching prick fire its steaming charge.
But it was no use. Ellen stuck like a bronco rider, swaying and spurring with a finger she kept working around his shithole.
"Aaagggh!" Tears welled up and seeped from the corners of his tightly shut eyes, warm tears of searing joy.
Ellen managed a faint smile without relaxing the strangle hold her grasping lips held on the root of his cock.
Fear of growing older and losing her sexual charm could find no place in her mind. Look what she could do to him -- how she could make Don writhe and squirm with the tension of sheer delight.
Look how she could control his eager young body, make him respond to the heat of her obscene desires!
"Aaaggghhh!" With a sudden burst of strength, Don jerked back, away from the demanding clamp of her lips. He winced then, stung by the surge of cum on its way.
Ellen's hungry mouth clawed its way back to the base of his cock, gripping lightly now, wanting to feel and taste the rush of held-back jism now boiling toward the wet tunnel of her cock-filled throat.
Just as the steaming load spread the slit of his grinding prick, she stabbed her dry middle finger deep into the dark and tightly closed tube of his ass.
"AAAAGGGGHHHH!" he cried, "HHHHHOOOOOO!" He felt the wrenching joy of long awaited release. Thick cream sprayed from his cock like foam from a fire nozzle. At the saint instant, he felt the stab of her wiggling finger sink deep into his ass where only turds had been before.
The shock was so great, Don's knees doubled and he sank toward the floor, dragging Ellen down with him in a soft white swirl. Her mouth clenched hard to keep its grip on his cock, and in the heat of tense excitement she flared her lips, taking the soft wet pad of her lips off her grinding teeth.
A heated moan burst from his lips. Don's eyes flew open wide, but he still could not see. The red haze of pain swung over them like a heavy drape.
What Ellen had said about the sensuous joy of contrast rang sharply behind his sightless gaze.
Deep in her throat, his cock head felt the soft tension of her wavering throat muscles, warm and smooth... like swimming in a tropical lagoon. But at the root, her teeth kept grinding excitedly, and that was like having his cock in the jaw of a man-eating shark.
Another surge of cream burned its way up from his balls, past the grinding pressure of her teeth and on to the bulging head wedged so tightly in the narrow confines of her velvet throat.
"Hhhuuugh!" he groaned, pitching sideways on to the thickly carpeted floor, trapping her hand beneath his writhing ass, driving her finger still deeper inside.
His sudden collapse almost made Ellen lose her frantic mouth-grip on his prick. His cock jerked nearly free of her lips before she could dive down on his powerful prick shaft and enjoy the thrill of swallowing all of his cock again.
Strands of soft, inky-black hair spilled across his loins, flowing like warm oil into the narrow channel of his crotch. Wisps of silk swirled around his heaving balls, teasing and tormenting them, urging out still more cum.
He felt drained, sucked dry, but the pull of her lips kept sucking up more. Don lay sprawled an his back, hips slightly raised by her balled fist and the long finger she had spiked in his ass.
He had some idea now what Kathy felt like when his passions soared and he rammed into her cunt before getting her sweet juices to flow. The tube of his asshole felt dry, rubbed raw by a long finger as hot as cherry-red steel.
"Aaaaggghhh!" he groaned, arching his back to ease the stabbing pressure. Bent like a bow, his cock went deeper into her throat, angled in a way that made the cling of wet muscle feel completely new. He shook with tremors of joy and trembled with spasms of pain -- a strange, wild mix of emotions that all became tangled in his mind.
When the last spurt of silver cream had splattered inside her throat, she only sucked harder to draw out more. His aching prick burned and jerked, wrenching itself shut. His cock could not have hurt more if she had used his long prick to stir the fires of hell. At the same time, he'd gotten used to the way her long finger glided in and out of his ass.
"Oooh, Ellen. No more! My cock can't stand it!"
Her full lips swelled and she let a giggling sound escape. The salty-sweet taste of his cream lingered in her throat, a wet reminder of how good it felt to have her mouth stuffed with hot young cock. He must have jetted out a quart, but she still wanted more... and she knew how to get it!
Lying on his back, his heavy ball sac drooped into the palm of her hand. Her middle finger drove in like a lance, straining to reach greater depth, slapping his drained balls each time she thrust.
Ellen hummed deep in her throat, a long, rumbling sound like the growl of a starving man's stomach. Mad vibrations teased his sagging cock, a crazy new rhythm that made his prick rise again before the quaking aftershocks of his orgasm had faded into the gentle stillness of joy.
"No more," he said. "Shit, my prick is wrung dry!"
"Nnnuuugh!" Ellen insisted. "Hhhhmmmhhhmmmmmmmm!"
He rocked his hips, not trying to escape her ass ripping finger now but driving down harder upon it. The force of her thrusts made him feel like she could reach and touch the root of his prick, and tickle his cock from the inside.
"If you get me hard again, I'm going to ram my big prick up your ass!" he warned. "Uunnngh! I want you to -- AAAGH! -- know what it feels like!"
"Ggguuunngh!" Ellen said, "Good!" muffled by the re-swelling of Don's cock. She loved young prick, how hard and hot young cocks got -- how they could fire and then be made to fire again and again.
She wanted Don's prick in her ass. The feel of his clamped, dark asshole on her probing finger made her little asshole squirm with envy. Then if his cock tasted like hot shit, she'd suck him hard again so he could fuck her cunt... the tight, twitching fuck hole that hungered for him most.
"Kathy," he moaned whisper soft as his cock burned hard. "Oh, God! Kathy, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it. We're married... I belong to you! My cock is yours! Shit, what have I done?"
Ellen's soft lips slid up the length of his cock, a last teasing grasp as his prick began to throb again, pulsing with fresh blood. "Don't worry about her," she crooned in a soothing tone. "By now she won't give a shit what you've done."
"What?" Don's mind was dazed, weary with delight and anxious for more... but still plagued by the nagging power of his prudish upbringing.
"George will take good care of her," she assured him. "He'll suck and fuck her little blonde pussy until she wants you more than she ever did before!"
"Ooohhh, Kathy. Oooohhh, Ellen! Oh, shit! Who gives a damn? I want your ass... I'll bet it's tighter and hotter than your fucking throat. I want to fuck your ass! Let me ram it in... roll over bitch, bare those creamy checks!"
"Sure, Don..." Ellen drew out her finger and did a languid turn, arching her back toward the glowing heat of his throbbing cock. "I thought you'd never ask!"
Chapter Three
Kathy felt a cold shiver the first time she heard Don moan. The strength of his warbled cry carried the full length of the hall, so shrill and sharp that he could have been right beside her.
"It's all right," George said. "Have some more wine." He splashed more pink champagne into her glass and watched as she sat mute, eyes drifting up like the tiny bubbles.
"Maybe," she said finally. "Some of my girl friends said it would be better if Don... if Don could fuck another woman. That he'd learn and then be better with me."
"I think your friends were right. I mean, would you want to have your appendix taken out by a doctor who had never done it before?"
She giggled uneasily and said, "No... no, of course not." But the chanting force of Don's excited cries still bothered her. "It's just that well, I have never been able to make him sound so happy."
"You'll learn too," he said. He lay beside her on the fleecy rug, tipping his glass with one hand while the other stirred aimlessly in the soft strands near her leg.
"I don't know," she said. "I've... I've never done anything with anyone except Don." She took a long sip, swallowing hard before going on. "And I don't do it very well with him."
"Of course... you've been taught by a teacher who never went to school."
Kathy grinned and took another cooling swallow of pink champagne. She could still hear Don's delighted cries, but they bothered her less. "I'd say he's enjoying his first lesson."
"And you will enjoy yours... as much or more."
Kathy tensed when he touched her legs, gulping a swallow of champagne. "I don't think I can do it."
"Not now, perhaps. You're not ready. But in time..."
"Yes, maybe." Kathy's eyes slipped almost shut, her trim little body swaying in time with her husband's grunts and moans. She thought, the time is nearer already.
George let his hand drift lightly as she swayed, inching up her thigh with deft strokes. "Hhhhhhmmmmmmm," she said, an echo of a sound she'd heard.
"Lie down, Kathy... stretch out and relax."
"Yes," she said in a dreamy voice. "I'd like that!" She uncrossed her legs and rolled down on her side to face him, eyes bright with expectation.
The sound of Don's voice had a strange effect. It had started her pussy juices flowing. She could feel the spread of dampness between her legs, a restless stirring in the tight hollow of her blonde-fringed cunt.
"Uuuunnngh!" she said in unison with. Don's distant groan. Without her really being aware of it, his hand had slipped beneath the hem of her short skirt. His touch was both exciting and reassuring.
"Don would be fucking me already," she said in a voice of detachment, warming slowly to the gentle touch of the mature man. "In fact, he'd be through by now."
George grinned and said, "He has more enthusiasm than experience."
"And you?" Her liquid blue eyes gazed longingly.
"I have both." Her sleek, firm, young thigh seemed to melt beneath his creeping fingertips.
Warmth flowed straight to his cock. He could feel his prick stir, like a sleeping giant just awakened... yawning, stretching, flexing its powerful muscles.
He reached a thin band of lacy trim on her panties and followed it inward, down the curve of her thigh and into the damp hollow of her oozing cunt. He could feel the slick warmth of her seeping desire, and his swelling cock head throbbed with wild vigor.
George loved to excite a young cunt, a fresh little pussy unused to his nerve-twisting skills. He smiled and slid a probing finger down her nylon-sheathed cunt.
"Hhhungh?" she gasped. Her voice was tense, her pussy lips wet and eager. Conflicting emotions still clashed in her mind. Her head tossed nervously, loosing long waves of sun-bleached hair, soft and flickering in the light of the artificial fire.
George buried his face in the gleaming gold, breathing deep to inhale the sweet scent rising from the silken flow. His lips moved, stirred by hunger to have more than just the smell of her. He leaned closer, his breath coming in short gasps, his tongue darting to find her ear.
"Aaaahhh," she cried when the heat of his excited breath hit her ear.
Her lithe young body tensed in rigid anticipation. His finger probing between her legs was wet with juice from her cunt and squirmed beneath the lace trimmed edge of her panty leg. His tongue flicked out with the same slick motions, exploring the tiny little cavern of her ear.
"Hhhhoooo." She gave a joyous shiver and spread her legs to clear a pathway for his hand. She rolled her head and drew nearer to the tingling magic of his darting tongue. Her whole mind blazed from the fire of his rasping breath. Don let out a prolonged and intense wail, and Kathy hardly noticed.
He would have fucked a more experienced cunt right then, thrown a leg over her heaving pussy dome and whipped out his raging cock -- but with her shyness and what she'd been taught as a child, he knew such a move now would only fill her with revulsion. He held himself back, feeling the increased tension of restraint swell his cock even harder than before.
"Ooooh," she moaned nervously. Kathy could tell how long and hard his prick was. Squirming from the joy of his finger strokes, she pressed a soft thigh against his groin. Spasms rocked her hips, a jumbled motion made partly of fear and partly of desperate desire.
His hand slid up to the waistband of her panties and dipped down inside, drawing nearer and nearer to what she'd been taught was a forbidden valley.
"Aaaahhhh," she gasped, weakened and with no will left to resist.
She felt his fingers glide through the golden tangle of her cunt hair, a wide, thick triangle as fleecy and soft as the rug beneath them both.
"You're soft as a young mink," he said with warmth and admiration. "Damp and sleek with wild desire."
George grinned, his lips brushing the curled shell of her ear as he whispered. Actually, Kathy was not wild yet. But she would be. He'd learned years ago to intensify his own pleasures by telling a woman she was what he wanted her to be. Women, especially those plagued by fears and doubts, react to warm praise almost like hypnosis.
"Uuuunnngh," she moaned, pressing upward to meet his hand, writhing so that she wiggled half out of her clinging panties. An extended finger found the top of her narrow cunt slit and eased between her soft, wet pussy lips.
He brushed by her clit, hardly touching it at all. The shock of that would be too much at the moment. George eased down instead, deeper into her tight little cunt hole, teasing and stirring to make more sweet fuck juice flow.
"What a soft, sweet, tight little cunt you have!"
"Aaagh," she shrilled, her whole body drawing tight with shivers of desire. His hot breath so close to her ear made all of her senses blur.
She arched her back and felt her panties slide down to her knees. Another hand moved up to her tits, slowly stripping them bare. Her firm, sharply pointed tits swelled inside her bra, nipples hard as little stones.
Each time she tensed, struggling to find the power to resist, George pressed warmly with finger and tongue, blanking her mind with the heat of desire. Her bra and then her skirt fell away. Her whole body trembled in ways she could not control, seductive motions that helped her shake free of her clothes.
When Kathy's vision cleared, she felt the warmth of the flickering glow on her downy skin, the soft tingle of the fleecy rug in the restless hollow of her back. George sat astride her, still fully clothed, hands reaching for her naked tits.
"They're soooo small," she moaned sadly. She'd seen how his wife Ellen was built -- huge soft tits that she knew Don was squeezing and sucking right now.
"And they're so firm... so perfectly formed!" His spread hands covered her creamy tits, pressing softly while his fingers curved and swirled around her bulging little nipples.
"Hhhuuungh!" Kathy grunted, thrusting her shoulders back in response to needle-like stabs of pleasure that seemed to flow from his fingertips.
The finger of his right hand was still damp with pussy juice from her cunt. His left hand was dry, and it burned with grinding friction until Kathy clenched her teeth to keep from crying out.
"When I suck that beautiful wet tit I'll taste your sweet cunt," he said, his tongue flashing anxiously as he spoke.
"Don says -- UNNNGGCH!"
He bowed his head and swallowed her juicy little tit, lashing at her hard nipple with his tongue, twisting it in a tight spiral of hunger and joy.
"Don says my twat smells like a sewer," she gulped.
"More like champagne," he argued softly. "Tart, but sweet... sparkling pink, deliciously smooth! Arrgh, I can hardly wait to bury my face between your legs!"
Her blue eyes glazed in shock. She'd dreamed of exactly that for as long as she could remember even wishing that somehow she could double herself tight enough to lick her own little slit. But now, knowing that it would actually happen. "No, don't!" she cried. "It isn't right!"
"Of course it's right," George said in a soothing voice. He could feel the way her body battled her mind, the raw hunger of natural desire straining to overpower a prudish past. "What happens when you hold your breath?" he asked.
"Uunngh," she moaned, delirious from the heat of his touch. "My lungs begin to ache and burn."
"Yes... and what is your little pussy doing now?"
"Aaagh?" she cried. "It aches... and it burns. Oh, God! I want my cunt sucked so much!"
"Of course you do." His lips dropped again on the firm cone of her tit, his tongue spinning and twisting to excite the swollen tip of her nipple. "Your body wants... it begs for what it needs. Your cunt needs sucking the same way your lungs need air."
"Yeeeessss," she moaned. He made it all seem so logical, and the spinning magic of his tongue blurred the nagging little voice of her conscience into a shrill cry of increasing desire.
"Do it!" she groaned. "Eat my pussy. Eat it alive! Oooh, George... tongue fuck my little cunt!"
His warm lips curved into a grin, gliding up the firm cone of her tit, releasing her bulging nipple with the soft pop of a cock coming out of a wine bottle. He felt strongly tempted to drive on her dripping sweet cunt and to devour her pussy as she kept moaning and begging him to do. But George forced himself to use restraint. The longer he made her wait, the louder he made her beg, the better it would be.
He teased his lips down the rib -- ripples below her throbbing little tit, then across into the downy cleft in the center of her writhing young body, already sleek with the moist heat of desire.
Straining passions gave her slender curves a salty-sweet taste. He lapped his tongue on the rising dome of her belly and felt her squirm in joyous tension.
"Ooooh," Kathy cried softly.
Jack-knifed above her, George continued to inch downward toward the musky, hollow of her cunt slowly, deliberately agonizing her with teasing tongue strokes.
"Aaggggh," Kathy cried. She wanted more. Her body twisted and pulsed with need. She could smell the heady broth of lust drooling from her cunt, and suddenly she gave a shiver. "Oh, it smells so strong!"
"Like the finest French perfume," he assured her. George loved the smell of a heated cunt. The horny aroma drifted up like a thick fog and swelled his lungs with raging desire.
"Hhhmmmm," he growled deep in his throat, continuing his slow, steady tongue lashing march to her cunt.
Kathy wailed expectantly as he drew near, sinking the squirming tip of his tongue into the tiny hollow of her belly button. He pulled with gentle suction, stabbed with hungry thrusts of his tongue, milking that little hollow exactly as he planned to ravage her cunt when she could no longer stand to wait another second.
"Now!" she whined. "Oh, eat my cunt now!"
"Hhhmnunm," he growled, pretending to be satisfied where he was, teasing her tight little navel with darting strokes of his tongue.
"Huumngh!" She arched beneath him, rising and squirming, offering up her drooling pussy. "Pleeeease!"
He let her squirm. He loved it. The writhing motions of her eager young body had heated his cock like a branding iron. As he inched slowly downward, the tip of his prick dragged along her leg. She jerked and twitched from its searing touch.
She could feel the thundering beat of his heart echoed in his cock head.
"Muummmph," he said as his tongue reached the damp tangle of cunt hair spread like a warm fur collar above her juicy pussy slit. The scent of her desire was stronger there, the taste excitingly more delicious. He lapped into her soft cunt hair with his tongue, pulled at the silky strands with demanding lips.
"Aaack!" Each little pussy hair seemed to be rooted at the base of her skull. The way he nipped and tugged made her head jerk, thrashing from side to side.
Don had never taken so much time with her, never lifted her so far, never made her anxious body beg and plead in the rapture of anticipation. Kathy gazed up in blind delight, hardly daring to wonder what the climactic plunge would be like.
George dipped lower, lightly kissing one puffed cunt lip and then the other, his head swaying gently back and forth while his tongue darted and pressed between them.
"Hungh?" Kathy moaned, rocking her hips from side to side to intensify her joyous rapture. "Oooh, yes! Suck it, please. Pull with all your might. Lick it. Lap it. Grind it up!"
He grinned and felt his cock swell even harder. He loved her helpless writhing. His tongue flicked out in response to her chanting and moaning, thrusting deeper into her juicy pussy slit each time, savoring the taste and scent of excited cunt.
"Hhhoooo!" she gasped, "Do it... don't tease. Ungh! Get my clit... eat it! Oh, shit it's burning up!"
But she jerked and pulled away when the wet lash of his tongue first circled her thick, stubby sweet clit.
"Aaagh!" she howled as if stung by the jolt of a high voltage charge. Then she thrust her hips back, her trembling young body begging for more.
George twirled the nub of her clit in a tight little swirl, sucking with his lips to draw it out and strain its tiny root. "Gluuuummm," he said, slurping down the pungent pussy syrup gushing from her cunt.
It no longer mattered to Kathy whose mouth capped and dug at her restless twat. In her dreams, it had always been Don, her husband, whose lips and stabbing tongue excited her so. Now she didn't care. She spread her legs wide and arched her back in a tense curve of trembling desire.
George sucked harder, tightening his lips like a noose around her sleek, tart clit. He pressed the tip of his tongue into her dented clit head, pushing and puffing at the same time.
"EEEEYYYY!" she screamed, not caring if the sound carried to Don's ears at the other end of the hall.
"Harrrgh!" He nipped her little clit with his teeth, grinding at the root while his tongue swept back and forth across the top in a soft counter rhythm that tightened her seething passions like a screw.
"Oooh, fuck! Ooooh, fuck! I'm cumming. I haven't even felt your big hot cock and you're making me cuuuummm!"
George gave a satisfied grunt, his own raging desire made wilder by her joyous writhing. "UUNGH!" he moaned, stabbing out and down with his tongue, ramming it hard between her wet and trembling pussy lips.
"Aaagh!" The dark wet tube of her cunt hole grasped and squeezed as he rammed in. He hooked upward, drawing back to snag the firm rim at the top, then he curved his wet tongue down sharply and plowed along the slippery floor of her pussy.
"Ooooh, God!" Kathy's dreams of cunt sucking seemed pale and flat compared to what she felt in the grinding jaws of reality. Sparks flashed like jagged lightning bolts that she saw clearly even with her eyes clamped tightly shut.
He knew at once the main cause of her aching lust. Kathy's thick, stubby little clit lay deep in a soft furrow of protective cunt flesh. Her young husband had never thought to draw her clit out, to suck it and make it swell, and probably he fucked by jamming his cock straight in.
Fine for him. George could feel the anxious seething of a tight and deliciously wet little pussy.
He could hardly wait for her clinging rings of cunt muscle to grip his surging cock shaft. But he would grip her shoulders and pull so that his thick prick would grind on the hidden trigger of passion in ways she had never felt.
And it was not saintly unselfishness that powered his desire to please her -- it was the certain knowledge of what grinding a clit can do. It would spark hard tremors deep in her cunt, tight waves of delight that would climb his driving cock and wring his prick with power and passion.
The joy of anticipation made his balls ache with a painful throb that matched his diving tongue strokes -- in and out, up and around the lust-crazed nub of her clit.
"Oooh... hhhooo," she cried in a voice unable to form words. Her lips trembling. Her tongue flopped in and out and the tension of shocking delight swelled a wild cry inside her chest.
He cupped her tits with his hands and worked them with the same grinding rhythm of his tongue, thumbs circling her nipples in an ever-tightening spiral.
"Eeeeyyyahhh!" Kathy wailed, thrashing like a trout hooked by his stabbing tongue. She felt triple jolts of intense delight -- twin sparks of pleasure flashed from her nipples and another even stronger shock shot upward from her tongue-stabbed cunt. "It's ssssooo good!" she hissed. "Good... good... good!"
She drummed her heels on the floor beneath him, raking his hot cock with her creamy thighs. She arched her shoulders back into the silky fleece of the rug, squirming her tits and cunt upward into his grasp.
Her fingers laced themselves on the back of his head, arms tense and straining to force his tongue deeper into her bubbling cunt with savage hot pulses rippled her sleek pussy walls, tugging and pulling, aching for cock.
"Aaagggghhhh!" she howled, shivering with frantic tension. Then her nerves all twanged like broken guitar strings. She felt a stinging joy, then trembled and fell back, limp and gasping, still pulling at his tongue with the aftershocks of orgasmic delight.
"Ooooh," she moaned, "I've never cum so hard and long. Never... never."
He just smiled, his tongue licking fuck oil from his lips. And he thought to himself, wait until your honey-dripping cunt gets rammed full of cock?
Chapter Four
Kathy's moaning sounds of joy came down the hall, softly at first. Don tensed when he first heard her cries of rising joy, wondering... but not wanting to think about what George might be doing to thrill his pretty young wife.
Ellen gracefully distracted him, stroking his dripping cock with hands clasped behind her back, rubbing his thick, knobbed prickhead up and down, teasing the dark, tightly drawn ring of her ass.
The sounds grew louder then, like a symphony of wild delight. These were shrill cries like nothing Don had ever heard from Kathy's lips. He had never stirred such a frenzy in her, never felt her lithe body thrash as he knew it must be then.
His mind strained like a rope in an emotional tug-of-war. Part of him wanted to crowd all thoughts of Kathy from his mind. His eyes focused hard on the puckered lips of Ellen's upraised ass. He thought of its clinging warmth and the tight constriction and the searing magic this older woman would work on his eager young cock.
But he kept hearing his wife beg to have her cunt sucked, something Don could not bring himself to do. The strong scent of cunt refreshed memories of stern lectures he'd heard about the sinister evils of sex.
"Your big cock is so hot!" Ellen purred, squirming backward to tease his bulging cock head with taut tremors of her quaking ass. She knelt before him, doubled over, her asshole thrust up at an inviting angle, her legs spread to part her creamy cheeks and expose the dark-rimmed hollow between.
Don had never seen a woman in that position before, tilted so sharply that he could see asshole and pussy together. Below the puckered bull's eye of her ass, the pink slash of her cunt drooled warm fuck oil and gleamed with a lusty shimmer.
He pressed near her from behind. Ellen gave a low moan and guided his cock with hands clasped behind her back. First she pressed his prick down, working his thick cockhead between the puffed lips of her cunt, wetting his prick knob with her free flowing fuck honey.
He thrust excitedly, trying to rank into her juicy pussy silt, but she jerked up and aimed his cock at her ass instead.
"Huunngh," he growled, feeling the tight friction of a hole clamped tight enough to scrape the hide right off his prick.
She began a gentle rocking motion, back and forth, wrenching the long lever of his cock down as she eased away, working his hot, red prick knob around the slit of her pussy to smear on more warm fuck oil.
"Aaagggh!" he complained, bucking his hips again. "Damn it, I want your cunt!"
"You wanted my ass, remember?" she cooed, easing him back up and squirming her deeply silt ass to meet his dripping cock.
Don gazed down, fascinated by how deftly the voluptuous older woman worked his cock. She pressed his prick down and wiggled toward him, wetting his cockshaft with the sleek dampness surging from her eager cunt.
At the same time, he heard his young wife's cries of delight from the other room. They reached a fevered pitch, frantic with desire. He could hear her wailing. "Do it! Eat my cunt! Eat it alive!" And Don felt a pang of hunger completely new to him.
He wrenched backward, jerking his cock from Ellen's hands. "Ooooo," she moaned sadly, reaching and clawing for the long prick that wasn't there. "Ooooohhhh."
Don bowed his head and eased closer to the puffed lips of her cunt. "Now!" he heard his young wife beg with a tone of wild excitement. "Oh, eat my cunt now!"
Ellen stroked his cheeks and teased her fingers around his lips. His tongue flicked out and tasted her fingers, wet and sheening from the slick oils dripping from her pussy. At first the strong scent and the stinging taste repulsed him. "Uuungh," he groaned.
But as if in reply to his timid tongue stroke, he heard Kathy utter another shrill cry of outrageous joy. The taste and smell seemed sweeter then. Don's tongue shot out and he buried his face between Ellen's legs.
"Hhhuuungh!" she gasped in surprise, spreading her legs wider to receive him.
His nose sank into the cleft of Ellen's upraised ass, and the next hot breath he drew swelled his lungs with the strong scent of her lust. He gasped and lashed out weakly with his tongue.
"Hhhaaaa," Ellen moaned. He felt her lush body twitch and jerk in response to the first darting touch of his tongue. "More! Lap my little cunt. Ungh! Spear it, stab it with your tongue. Aaagh! Yes. Do it. Dig it in... hhhungh!"
Searching blindly behind her, Ellen's hands touched his shoulders while he nuzzled her cunt and stabbed at her pussy with uncertain thrusts of his tongue. Softly, she slid her tense fingers down his arms. She grasped his wrists and pulled his hands beneath her to find the nipples of her straining tits.
Don gripped her nipples instinctively, rolling each one back and forth between his thumb and forefinger.
"Yes!" she gushed. "Oh, maul my sweet tits!"
The jerking warmth of her pussy excited him. Don's tongue reached out again, twisting itself deep into the juicy cunt that squirmed and steamed so near his face.
"Find my clit!" she said in a commanding voice. "Twirl it with your tongue... AAAGGHHH!"
Ellen's creamy tits melted into his hands. She chanted throaty sounds and rolled her shoulders back and forth, grinding her hot nipples into his palms. "Do my clit the same way," she pleaded. "Whip it with your tongue. Twist it! Uunnngh! Maul it! Aaaahhh! Oh, Don... eat it!"
He needed no encouragement now. Her joyous writhing swept away his long-held doubts and inhibitions. Don felt suddenly drunk with power, able to control and command every muscle in her lush body just by flicking his tongue on the hidden button of her clit.
"Make me cum!" she pleaded tensely. "You can do it... just with your tongue! EEEEYYYYY!"
Don's cock leaped, pulling at his hips, straining to reach the soft wet slit of her delicious pussy.
"Yes!" she gulped. "Ooooh, yeah! I'mmmm cumming!"
He couldn't believe it at first, but he was doing it... prodding her to a climax with only the wet thrusts of his tongue. Don could feel the pulsing grasp of her cunt each time he rammed into her juicy pussy slit, a wild and clinging motion, pulling and straining to draw him in.
"More!" Ellen cried. "Oooooh, more!" The stinging tension of delight crackled in her voice.
He could hear Kathy wailing too, but now her voice seemed distant and far away -- only a soft echo of Ellen's excited cries.
"AAAAAGGGH!" Ellen screamed. She reared up, her whole body racked by the explosive tremors of her erupting joy. She arched backward, still on her knees, wailing and rolling her head. Silky raven hair spilled down her back and flailed Don's face as the pitch of her shrill cries increased.
Pulling herself up dragged her lush tits from his grasping hands. He circled his arms around her, working his fingers into the thick mat of cunt hair spread wide between her quaking legs, digging frantically for her clit.
He couldn't teach her clit with his tongue. Throwing her shoulders back and rocking her hips had brought the tight dark circle of her ass to meet his thrusting tongue.
Don would never have thought to kiss the woman's ass, to wiggle his tongue into the reeking asshole that now thrashed and heaved and pressed back against his face.
The scent was stronger there, the fleshy grip of ha ass tube more intense. Don pressed his tongue against bar tightly puckered ass ring just as the first jerking spasms of her climax began to fade.
"Hhhhooo," she moaned in a voice limp from the strain, of intense delight. "Not again. Don't..." She wanted to savor the lingering joys of orgasm.
Don's left hand dug in her sleek tangle of black cunt fur until he felt the puffed lips of her pussy. He parted them and circled one finger around the nub of her clit.
"Tooo much," Ellen cried. "Tooo soon!"
"Tough stilt!" The long middle finger of his right hand probed deeper and found the small, tightly clamped inner lips of her pussy -- sleek little ridges of flesh still trembling with ecstatic aftershocks. He dug between them, booking his finger as he wiggled it in.
He gave a grim, rasping grunt of determination and jammed his finger into the wet mouth of her cunt. At the same moment, he shot out his tongue and squiggled it into her asshole. The twin shocks sent waves of convulsion up Ellen's spine.
"Ooooo, shit!" she screamed. "No! No, please... not now. Not both at once!"
Ellen's coaxing and pleading had excited him before. Now, in a shattered voice, she pleaded for a moment of relief... and that excited him even more. Each time she weakly chanted or moaned and tried to squirm away, Don felt fresh surges of fierce desire.
"Aaaaahhh!" she cried, finally giving in to the heat of his wild passion. It no longer mattered that her nerves felt raw, wrung out and ripped apart. The twin attack of his tongue and finger somehow stirred fresh waves of lusty craving.
"Do it... damn it... make me cum again!" Ellen could feel the steaming pressure mount. Finger in front, tongue behind -- both twisting deep inside. They almost touched, and she felt the thin wall between begin to burn.
"Ooooh, shit!" Her body tensed, arched back so sharply that he thought her spine might snap. Then she pitched forward suddenly and sprawled flat, face down, arms spread wide and clawing while her hips bucked in response to the demanding stabs of Don's eager tongue.
"Give me cock!" she pleaded. "Raw your hot prick into my asshole. Oh, please -- do it hard. Make it hurt!" Ellen pressed down then, squirming to trap his hand beneath her densely furred cunt mound and drive his finger deeper into her seething pussy.
Don guided his long prick with his other hand, slanting his cock down to grind on her dark ring of ass muscle slick with juices dragged up from her cunt. The taste of her pussy still lingered, burning in his throat. The mingled smells of ass and cunt made each breath he took an agony of delight, and his cock felt harder and more controlled then ever before.
"You're going to get it now!" he warned, smug with the power of the prick straining in his hand.
"Aaahhhh," she moaned softly as the thick head of his cock parted the cramped ring of her ass. "Yessssss."
Her breath hissed out as his prick inched in, caught in a writhing vice of taut flesh.
"Unnngh!" Don said. "Damn! Your ass is so tight... you'll take the hide right off my cock!"
Ellen shivered with glee, winding her ass like a clock spring, a tense screwing motion that grew tighter and faster with every turn.
"AAAGGGGH," she groaned when she felt his coarse mat of cock hair scrape roughly on the smooth white cheeks of her ass.
Don twisted his finger deep in her cunt. He could feel the bulge of his cock head straining the thin wall between. He stroked her pussy wall softly with a hooking motion while his prick fucked hard on the other side, ramming into her with the fury of obscene delight.
A wild cry welled up in her throat. "Gggrrraah! Goddamn... you're ripping me in two!"
Deep inside, she could feel the grinding collision of finger and cock. Her sleek, tender cunt wall bowed one way and then the other.
Don flattened himself on top of her, using all his weight to intensify the savage strength of his thrusts. His big cock glided smoothly in and out, greased by the musky fuck oils flooding from her cunt.
Ellen babbled sounds of insane joy, helpless beneath him. He jack hammered into her ass, slapping his hairy ball sac on the inner surface of her thighs. The heat of his cock burned deep, twisting and grinding at the bottom of each thrust.
Her thoughts twisted and blurred. She howled in pain and then gasped sounds of mounting pleasure. The two feelings became impossible to tell apart. The more he hurt her, the better it felt.
"Fuck!" she groaned. "Oooh, fuck and double fuck!"
Both her cunt and her ass shook with tight gripping spasms as her spirits soared, ready to explode in another searing climax of intense release.
Don thought his balls had been thoroughly drained, wrung dry and left ready to ass fuck for hours. But he felt a restless stirring as the sucking, twisting pull of her asshole squirmed the full length of his prick.
"Aaaagggh!" he howled. Brutal stabs into the snug tube of her ass burned the sleek oil from his cock shaft. He felt the heat of increasing friction, the strain of overwhelming joy.
"Cum, you bastard... man! I can't stand it any more!"
"Hhharrrgh! Ungh. Aaaahhh!" Don rocked his hips from side to side, wrenching his cock to scrape one way then the other. Ellen tried to follow his moves, but she could not keep up.
"Oooo, God!" she moaned. "Shoot your fucking load!"
"Not yet," he said with a satisfied chuckle. "Not until I make your asshole smoke!"
"It is... it is!" Ellen's head swayed in time with the slanting stabs of his cock. Her eyes watered and bulged, wet like her dripping cunt. Her mouth felt dry as cinders, scraped raw by her rasping breath. "Hot shit, I'm cumming again!"
"Hhhuuungh!" Don felt the raging delight of domination. Though he felt swelling surges of hot cum in his balls, he was nowhere near ready to fire again. His cock kept pumping, fucking joyously in and out while she tensed and shivered and exploded in ass-writhing spasms of ecstasy.
"Oooooh," Ellen moaned. "Cum, damn you. Cum! Make that big fucker fire!" She clenched the grip of her dark ass ring and transmitted each shiver of joy to the root of his cock. "Cum, fucker! CUM!"
But Don kept twisting with his savage prick, fucking deep until his cock hair mashed itself on her ass. Controlling his giant prick gave him a sense of power and a raging hunger for more of Ellen's exciting body.
"I've got to rest," she moaned. Her grip on his cock went slack and she lay trembling beneath him, gasping in the near total exhaustion of orgasmic aftershock.
"Not while your cunt is still hungry," he said. He could feel tense pulses working up and down his finger speared deep in her pussy.
"Aaaahhh!" she wailed as he reared back, dragging his long cock shaft free of her ass. "Please!"
"Roll over," he growled.
"I can't! Not yet. Too tired."
Her babbled pleas excited him even more. "Roll over!" he said again, and this time Don didn't wait for her to respond. He slipped his free hand beneath her and flipped the gasping woman onto her back.
She gazed up through glassy eyes wallowing in tears of joy. Her soft lips trembled, weak with fatigue. Her tits swelled with each ragged breath she took. Her soft, ruby-tipped tits trembled warmly, nipples thick and firm and so inviting to his lips.
Don spread her legs with his knees, dropping between them, his long cock angled up sharply, pulsing and straining with newfound strength. His eyes narrowed and a sly grin curved his lips.
"I've got you now!" he said.
"Yessss," she answered weakly.
"I'm going to fuck your beautiful wet cunt."
"I know..." She'd watched his eyes drift down from the sleek, pulsating domes of her tits to the narrow indentation of her waist, across the tense mound of her belly to flared hips and the thick, dark triangle of silky cunt hair that lay between. His leering gaze focused on the densely furred hump of her pussy as though trying to see through her curly thatch to the drooling slit and soft pink lips her cunt hair sheltered.
Despite her feeble protests, twanging nerves, and aching muscles, Ellen felt fresh pangs of desire. The steely look of his narrowed eyes excited her, and the raging strength of his upraised cock made her pussy squirm.
"Aaarrrgh!" Don roared, throwing himself down on her lush, womanly curves. His spread lips sucked in one luscious tit, dragging the swollen nipple and its wide collar of nubby flesh between his teeth.
"Hoooppph!" she gushed, breath forced out by his demanding weight. "Hhhaaa."
The log of his cock lay between her legs, his thick prickhead probing blindly in the damp growth fringing her cunt. Ellen jerked and moaned in response, increasing the gnawing pressure of mouth on tit.
Don raised up suddenly, his mouth agape, tongue darting like a snake poised to strike. His hands reached out to cap the ripe swelling of her tits, and his head bowed down to the mouth of her musky pussy slit.
"Hhhunnngh," he growled, suddenly overcome with ravaging desire. "I never thought I'd like the taste of cunt."
He ground his gaping mouth into her mat of dense black cunt hair and probed with stabs of his tongue.
"AAAGGGH!" she howled when he found her clit. She felt her thick nub swell despite the weakened protests of her mind. Don twirled her little clit, flicking it savagely with his tongue while his thumbs and fingers ground her nipples with the same hot rhythm of desire.
Jolts of pleasure shot through the tangled network of Ellen's nerves. The heat of his triple attack burned all thought of weakness from her mind.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "I want your hot young cock!"
The raw fury of his hunger made her body tense and flex with joy. It thrilled her to spark such demanding hunger in a young man, to make his cock swell hard and long, to numb his mind with wild desire and leave him deaf to the joyous cries of his lithe and beautiful young wife.
Don gulped and licked his lips as he reared back. He drew a long breath, straining the rippled muscles of his chest, and he rocked his hips to aim the long shaft of his raging cock.
Ellen slid her hands down to guide his prick, teasing his thick cock knob around the rigid bulge of her clit, wincing with shocks of expectation. Her lush, womanly figure swelled with confidence.
She gasped sharply, "Fuck me!"
Don gave a roar and rocked his hips, ramming his cock head into her juicy pussy slit. "Aaahhh," he cried, stung by the clinging warmth of her cunt grip.
"Ggguuungh," she groaned, writhing the muscles of her cunt, teasing and stroking his cock in ways Don had never felt before.
"Oooh, you beautiful bitch! Unngh! What a cunt... oh, fuck. I love what your pussy can do! Aaagh. Uuunnngh!"
His grunted wards of praise spurred Ellen even more. Spasms of lewd delight pulsed upward from the depths of her cunt, coiling around the shaft of his cock.
"Hhhuuungh!" she growled. "Ooooh, do it... Don, please... ram it in. Give me every inch. Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck my hungry cunt! Aaagh!"
Her fingers clawed his back, her lewd cries burned his ear and the grasping pulses of her cunt left him breathless with lewd desire.
"Fuck me!" she kept chanting faster and faster. "Fuck me! Fuck me good!"
And Don never paused to think that his young blonde wife was chanting the same lewd plea.
Chapter Five
Kathy felt serene, lost in a dreamy fog, free at last from the nagging voice of guilt that scolded her for fucking another man. She had cum how many times? Five or six. After that she'd lost count.
George had worked his patient cock so skillfully, coaxing her along, driving to reach nerves she'd never been aware of, lifting her to dizzying heights of passion she'd never dreamed possible.
George lay beside her on the fleecy rug, his lean body relaxed, his long cock soft but not yet completely satisfied. He'd grown weary of his role as teacher. As exciting as it was to feel her lithe young body finally tense and strain, and then explode into the screaming joy of orgasm, his restless prick yearned to be set free -- to fuck hard and long with no need to hold back his natural desire.
Don sprawled limp with Ellen close beside him. Her warm hand rested softly at the root of his swollen cock, teasing it lightly up and down. "It'll be hard at first," she said in a tone oddly like a warning.
He moaned a throaty sound and said, "It's getting hard already."
"I mean going back -- seeing Kathy, your wife."
"Oooh, God!" A sudden feeling of sickness chilled him to the bone. The stroke of her sensuous hand felt all at once outrageously obscene. "I can't face her!"
"Of course you can. And you will. She needs you now more than ever."
"But..." Don's voice trailed off. His chest felt crushed by the burden of guilt. "... but she must have heard us. She knows we didn't spend all this time looking at the furniture or checking the damn floor plan of your condominium."
"She knows," Ellen agreed in a voice as cool and soothing as a mountain stream. "And you know too. You heard her moan and scream and beg for more. You can't think she and George were just sitting there sipping champagne..."
"And that makes it even worse!" Don said, a troubled look spreading darkly across his handsome face. "I heard how worked up she was. What if she doesn't want me now?"
"She'll want you more than ever," Ellen assured him. "She'll be more open and honest about her desires too. And so will you."
Her dark eyes settled on the rigid swelling of Don's big cock, and a knowing smile curved her full red lips. "Why don't you go in there right now and give that beautiful little blonde what she's been wanting for so long?"
Don blushed red, embarrassed and ashamed of his naked body, self-conscious of the long prick lanced up sharply in anxious desire.
"No!" he said flatly. "I can't... not like this. Not with George there."
"He's seen hot cocks before," Ellen said with a hint of brittle impatience crackling in her voice. In fact, next to ramming his own big cock into a soft, sweet cunt, one of the things George enjoyed most was watching a thick, long prick grind into his wife's eager pussy. But of course they both knew that Don, being so anxious and inexperienced, wasn't ready for anything nearly as wild as that. At least not yet.
Ellen smiled forgivingly and rose to her feet. "I'll go first. Give me one minute... after that, George will be too damn busy to look at, or even think about you."
"All right," he said uncertainly, watching entranced as Ellen slipped back into her misty, white robe. She left the robe open in front, clearly showing her dense thatch of gleaming, black cunt hair and the shadowed canyon between her proud tits. At the door, she paused and swept her long raven hair over one shoulder, tossing it to spill softly, mingling and contrasting sharply with the delicate, feathery trim of the robe.
"I'm only wearing this because George gets so hot while he rips it off." Then she turned and started down the hall, saying, "I'll see you in a minute."
Don found to his surprise that he couldn't wait half that long. He followed close behind, eyes locked on the seductive sway of Ellen's shapely ass. At the living room door he held back, his eyes burning with curiosity, his cock swelling harder with each step she took.
Kathy felt a stabbing chill the instant Ellen stepped into the room. Her head spun toward the door, swirling her silky, golden hair.
Ellen seemed not to notice that Kathy was even in the room. She walked straight toward George, one hand reached out, curved invitingly. The other teased a rich, wide collar of cunt hair that gleamed with the shimmering luster of mink.
George rose quickly, arms reaching out. Fresh, hot pulses of desire surged into his sagging cock. Kathy gaped in awe as his long prick swelled hard, his thick cockhead gleaming with raw lust. Only minutes before, the teasing magic of his prick had been in her quaking pussy. Numb with shock, Kathy realized the source of the chill she felt stabbing into her now -- it was envy, pure and simple!
Ellen could have been her mother. She was about the right age, but there was nothing at all motherly about the way she looked right now. Her lush, ripe body seemed to glow with the warmth of sexual desire.
"Oooh, God!" Kathy moaned in despair. Minutes before, Don had been with Ellen -- his eager young cock sunk deep in Ellen's luscious cunt, his firm hands clawing excitedly at her full, thick-nippled tits that seemed alive with seething desire. Will he ever want me again? she wondered nervously, suddenly feeling thin and stiff, as unappealing as a fence picket.
Ellen seemed to melt in her husband's arms, her body flowing warmly, molding itself eagerly to his. Her outstretched hand curved around his neck.
Fingers damp and warm with sleek, strong scented cunt oil embraced the root of his cock, stroking furiously as their two bodies pressed together, both pliant with raging need as they ground and twisted and fused themselves into one.
Kathy could only gawk, her jaw hanging limp. Ellen's full red lips parted willingly, searching for his, her tongue flicking and darting expectantly. George thrust his mouth hungrily on hers, grasping with his hands, searching fingers spreading to contain her heaving tits and berry-ripe nipples.
Ellen gasped a moan of heated joy and sank to her knees as though her husband's tongue-sucking kiss had drained every muscle of its strength. Their lips parted reluctantly, hers still quaking with unfilled need.
"Aaaagh!" Kathy gasped when she saw what the raven-haired temptress was about to do. She had both hands on her husband's long cock -- one hand coiled around his prick's thick root, the other steady near his glowing cock knob... guiding his red prickhead to her searching lips.
"Uuunnngh," Kathy groaned. So often Don had wanted... begged, coaxed and pleaded for her to do the same thing. She never could. Even the thought of having a hot, foul-smelling cock rammed down her throat made Kathy shiver with chilling waves of revulsion.
"I could never do that," Kathy murmured as she watched Ellen's eager lips grasp and seal themselves wetly on the bulged head of George's cock.
"Aaahhhhh!" George cried in shrill delight, a sound more wild and intense than any Kathy had heard when he was sucking or fucking her. She could only imagine the stinging depth and strength of what he must feel. And with an even deeper chill, Kathy realized that Ellen must have already done the same thing with Don.
She obviously got some savage thrill from sucking cock. Her head and upper body swayed with the grace of a long-necked swan as her lips ran back and forth, up and dawn the straining, vein rippled shaft of George's prick.
"I can do it!" Kathy said in a strong whisper of determination. Not only can, but must! she thought. I have to show Don I'm as much a woman as that middle-aged prick-licking bitch! "Oooh, Don... where are you? I need you! I want you! I want to suck your big cock!"
If the sun had failed to rise that morning, Don Burgess could not have been more stunned and shocked. He stood in the hall by the door, both hands pumping fiercely on his hardened cock, trying vainly to match the silken magic of wet and eager lips.
It was his wife Kathy's voice he heard, but not words he would have expected to burst so excitedly from her lips. "I want to suck your big fucking dick!" she wailed again.
Don winced because in their thin-walled apartment, the sound would have been heard three units away. Half the men in the building would have been flogging their cocks while their lewd imaginations blazed.
Ellen's gleaming black hair flashed in the flickering light of the artificial fire as her head bobbed excitedly up and down the thick prick between her lips.
Kathy could hardly believe Ellen could swallow all that cock, that she could reach out and grind her lips in the thick curls of her husband's abundant cock hair. She gulped, and a slow ripple ran down her slender neck. She felt a burning desire to do the same... or more.
"I'll gulp down your cock and both balls too!" Kathy cried.
Don came forward, stumbling with excitement. "Kathy!" he howled. "Do it, baby... oh, I've been wanting it for so long. Suck my cock. Eat it all, you little blonde bitch!"
Kathy rose to her knees, but found herself unable to match Ellen's subtle grace. She parted her lips with a roar and lunged at Don's cock the way a hungry leopard would spring at a slab of raw meat.
"Gggruuungh!" she grunted. In the frenzy of newly awakened desire, Kathy did not think to watch the way Ellen padded her gnashing teeth with the soft folds of her lips. She bit down hard in the fury that only raging jealousy can excite.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!" Don cried, bent almost double by the shock. A short time before, he could not have stood the violence of her savage hunger but Ellen's lips, her cunt, and her ass had tempered his hot cock the way a blacksmith hardens steel -- by beating it unmercifully. After a tense moment of numbing shock, Don felt his jangled nerves relax. He snaked his hands into the flowing strands of soft blonde hair and clutched hard with all his demanding strength.
"Hhhuuummm," Kathy moaned, her, mouth already stuffed full, her slender throat trembling in fearful expectation.
He tugged fiercely on her tangled hair and thrust back with his hips until she felt herself gag on the red knob of his eager prick.
"Hhhuuuggghhh... uuungh!" She couldn't breathe!
He'll cum any second, Kathy thought, her desperate, oxygen-starved brain wildly seeking some kind of relief. I'll make him cum... his gagging cock will shrink, and I'll be able to get air again.
Ellen made soft, slurping sounds next to her and Kathy thought she must be choking too. She glanced sideways, her eyes wide and gazed with choking fear. Bui she saw that Ellen was breathing, rasping in gulps of air each time he dragged back her clinging lips. The strangled sounds came from deeper in her throat, from the pulsing motions of slurping thick cum.
George tensed, still for a split second of searing joy as pressure swelled in his swaying ball sac. "Uuuungh!" he grunted, teeth clenched as his muscles flexed to force out heated spurts of cum.
Kathy watched through dazzled eyes, her vision blurred by the way Don yanked her head back and forth, plunging his hard, unyielding cock ever deeper in the tight confines of her throat.
"Aaagh," Kathy cried, the sound twisted by the wrenching speed of his insane desire. Kathy's throat felt tight and searing hot.
Don's eyes were clamped shut as he thrust with his hips, pulling at her hair. At the same time, he rammed mouth and cock root together in grinding collisions of joyous force.
His young wife wasn't yet as skilled as Ellen. The wavering motions of her throat were wild, more intense... less sleek and practiced. Ellen had thrilled him with grinding precision... Kathy thrilled him even more with her frantic desire.
It was the need far air that made her jerking moves so wild. Don drove his cock so hard and fast that she could barely catch half a breath before having her throat rammed full again.
"Uummmph!" she groaned, delirious from the fearsome drumming of his hairy loins on her pleading lips.
Kathy's sideward glances saw Ellen's frantic gulping as she swallowed spurts of cum, happily slurping and smacking her lips after each one. The spread of silver cream shined on the shaft of her husband's cock, and some of his gushing flow dribbled thick and warm from the upturned corners of her mouth.
Don will be doing the same thing any second, Kathy thought. His cock will twitch and spit slick jism. I'll feel it splatter the back of my mouth, ooze down the bent tube of my throat, overflow and run down my face like it is on Ellen's now!
"Oooh," Kathy moaned, trying to prepare herself for the thrilling horror of sucking cum.
But Don's raging passion had not yet reached the level of explosive force. He loved the frantic, clinging gasps that came from Kathy's lips. He liked even more the grinding rasp of her wet throat. Ellen knew how to bend her neck and ease the passage of a rigid cock. Kathy bucked and fought against his driving prick, wet muscles clawing at his cockshaft each time he thumped his prick in.
He pressed forward, feeling the strength that comes with commanding cock control. Kathy swayed backwards, arms reaching out, pawing the rug to retain her balance.
"Down on your back, you little bitch!" The raw force of fuck hunger demanded that he get on top of her, in position to drive even harder.
Don kept pushing, mindless of bet protests. Kathy had to swivel her legs around to keep him from breaking them as he rammed her back beyond all hope of balance.
Kathy felt herself pitching backward. Don's long cock slipped out from between her pulsing lips. "Yyyaaahhh!" she howled, then gulped in precious air. She sprawled on the fleecy rug, writhing with delight at its sensuous touch.
Don towered over her, his stiff cock shining in the flickering glow. He stroked his prick fondly with his hand and leered down at his trembling wife. Then slowly, very slowly, he turned himself around to face her feet as he straddled her.
What was he going to do? Why was he lowering himself on her upside down? In that position the rigid angle of his cock would rip and grind on the floor of her mouth, forcing its way into her throat exactly opposite of the way it had been as she knelt humbly before him.
He was almost upon her. His gleaming, thick knobbed cock swayed just above her lips. His balls dragged across the bridge of her button nose.
"Why?" she questioned fearfully.
He bent at the waist, chuckling deep in his throat, slowly dropping toward her cunt.
"Oh, God!" Kathy cried. "You're going to do it -- you're going to suck my cunt!"
"Not just suck it, sweetheart. I'm going to eat it! I'm going to grind your little clit and rape your fuck hole with my tongue!"
"Aaagghhh!" she wailed. The roughness of his language excited her even more. The words came hard and hot, as hard and hot as his cock that came closer and closer to her quivering lips.
"Grungh!" Kathy moaned, feeling the first touch of his lips in her downy spread of golden cunt hair. Her tongue lashed out to tease the knob of his cock.
"Huunnngh," Don groaned, lowering his hardened prick nearer to her lips as he probed and danced with his tongue, lapping at the puffed lips of her cunt. The scent of her sleek fuck oils burned in his throat, enraging his desire. He dropped on her, grinding with his teeth, shooting out his tongue to glide between soft mounds shielding her clit.
"AAAGH!" Kathy bucked, gasping as she craned her neck back, her wet mouth open and reaching for the head of his cock. At the same time, her legs spread wide, her cunt wet and simmering as he stirred roughly with his tongue.
Don found her clit and circled it with tight, thrusting strokes of his tongue. He felt her tense and heard her high pitched wail, a shrill cry of animal joy. It seemed insane to him that the two of them had never done this before -- locked themselves in the classic sixty-nine position of mutual delight.
But memories of prudish, fumbling, guilt-ridden sex now seemed distant. Sucking his wife's blonde cunt seemed as natural as breathing. He gasped, grumbling deep in his throat and snaked his tongue around her nubby clit, amazed by the way it swelled and strained beneath his grinding teeth.
"SHIT!" she roared. "Don't bite it off!" Urgent gasps flowed around the head of his cock while it hovered above her gaping mouth. She nipped and snapped at him and finally wrenched her neck back far enough to get his gleaming cock head between her lips.
"Aaaahhhhh!" she purred, jetting a hot rasp of air into his cum slit.
"Hhhunnn! AAAGGHH! Bitch... what are you trying to do, blow my brains out?" Her clinging lips formed an air-tight seal, sucking furiously one second and blasting hot breath into his prick the next.
He speared her little clit with angry stabs of his tongue, then he clamped his lips on the juicy nub and sucked, drawing her clit from its sheath, sending jolts of cruel delight sparking through her.
Neither Don nor Kathy noticed when George's passionate and explosive grunts settled into deep and steady breathing. Ellen's excited gulps stilled themselves into humming calm and she nodded blissfully, bobbing her head with slow tongue strokes that licked his prick clean.
"Hhhmmmm," Ellen murmured, downing his last delicious drop. "Look at them!"
"I am," George said with a wink, wiggling his finger into his wife's cunt while he watched young Don trying to devour Kathy's tight little blonde fringed pussy.
Ellen watched intently, wondering when the limber and writhing little blonde would be hers. Next to sucking cock, Ellen liked nothing better than the taste of sweet young cunt. She stroked her gleaming black hair, dark eyes narrowing to dagger points, and she anxiously wet her lips with her flicking tongue.
Chapter Six
Kathy's lithe body gleamed with a thin film of lusty sweat. George, with his patient and gentle tongue flicking, had only given her a teasing preview of what her suddenly ferocious, cunt eating husband had in mind.
Her raptured cries swelled in her chest, trapped inside by the hammering length of Don's throat ripping cock. With guttural moan of savage delight, he drove harder and faster with his massive hard-on.
"Mmmmaaagh," she groaned, tension straining in her neck. "Cccuuuuughhh!" She swirled her tongue, tight and hot around the root of his prick when he rammed in -- feather-light across his cock tip as he drew back. At last she felt him stiffen, sensing the boiling swell of cum in his balls.
"AAAHHHHHH!" Don howled, gritting his teeth, trying to force back the inevitable explosion. Feeling the heat of his impending blast, Kathy beat faster with her tongue. She lashed his bulging cockhead and speared at his sensitive cum slit with the same jagged rhythm she felt drumming on her clit.
"AAAHHHEEEEEEYYYY!" they wailed, voices and bodies both intertwined. A silver drop of molten cum dripped out in answer to her demanding tongue -- a salty -- sweet hint of the flood steaming up in his tortured balls.
"GGGRRRUUNNGH!" Don roared, grinding his hairy mat of cock hair hard upon her parted lips. The first hot burst of jism made her cheeks swell. Her lips tightened in a fleshy vice and her long, willowy throat threw a convulsive fit.
"Gggllluuugh!" Kathy gasped, fearing she might drown in the spray of sticky jism. The idea of drinking cum repulsed her still, but it was that or choke as the heat and fury of his rushing flow increased.
The second swallow went down easier. Fearful spasms still writhed the tube of her throat, inflaming Don's furious desire. He moaned and babbled meaningless sounds, wet gurgles of delight between cunt-spearing thrusts of his tongue.
Kathy could not give full voice to the passions sparking from her tongue-lashed cunt. Her mouth strained to hold Don's huge cock, her throat rippled with sucking spasms to gulp the fast-spurting quicksilver spray of jism.
"AAAHHHH," he yelled, bottoming his thick root in her throat, grinding his sweaty loins on her puffed lips. "AAAGGGGHHHHH!"
Kathy shivered and snuggled close to Don, her luscious naked body warmed on the outside by the flickering glow of the artificial fire, from within by the even greater heat of satisfaction. She teased lovingly with his softened cock and purred like a young kitten with a bellyful of warm milk.
Ellen lay on the other side of Don, the soft palm of her hand resting lightly on the inner slope of his thigh. Soothing fingers stroked his aching balls. Her hand touched Kathy's for a fleeting moment, and the two women exchanged curious glances.
Soon, Ellen thought behind her sultry smile. Soon you and I will share more than Don's beautiful big cock!
George stood naked behind the bar, deep in thought. He splashed more champagne into the long-stemmed glasses and returned with them on a tray. "I have a great idea!" he said as he knelt beside the lounging trio.
Don groaned in pretended agony and said, "I don't give a damn what it is, George -- right not I'm too tired. I haven't got strength enough to fuck your wife or mine right now... I'm just going to lie here and see which one can get me hard again first."
"You bastard!" Kathy said with a leering grin. "I might just let Ellen have your withered prick and see what I can do with George. I was so timid the first tune... but not any more."
"Or," Ellen said, "Kathy and I could each suck the other's cunt and let both your damn cocks drool with envy."
Kathy felt a tingle of forbidden delight. Though still basking in glowing rapture from wild new sexual thrills, the idea of another woman's mouth closed warmly on her little blonde pussy slit stirred some untouched nerve. She never would have thought of such a thing herself, never would have dared to suggest it if she had... but somehow she knew her trembling legs would part gladly to feel the gentle writhing of Ellen's long, silky tongue.
And, Kathy thought as her own tongue darted around in her mouth, I might like eating cunt too! Especially if Don had just fucked Ellen. Kathy had discovered the sensuous jay of sucking hot cock cream. She savored the sticky aftertaste and now could hardly wait to gulp down another of her husband's gushing loads. It would be a double thrill if she lapped cum from the musky hollow of Ellen's black furred pussy.
George read the gleam flashing slyly in Kathy's eyes. "There's almost no end to what the four of us can do," he said with a smile as he passed the wine around.
Don's mind sank into the gloom he'd felt when they first met. "We can't buy a house," he said in a sullen drone.
"We can't, Ellen and me -- not and have enough money left to enjoy life. You and Kathy can't either," he agreed. "But we could buy a house the four of us together."
Kathy looked at him strangely, still toying with Don's cock and stroking the back of Ellen's hand while she cupped and fingered his balls. "Two couples in one house?"
"Why not?" Ellen asked. She jiggled Don's balls excitedly with her fingertips and smiled as his cock began to swell in the grip of Kathy's anxious hand. "Those are big houses. We'd have more room than we do now... and more fun too!"
"Sure!" Kathy said. "And the house and yard work would only be half, because we could share it!" Kathy set down her glass and reached boldly for the long cock resting thick and warm in George's lap.
She felt a reaction like an electric shock. With Don's growing prick in one hand and George's in the other, it was like touching two jolting live wires. The silent energy of two pricks shot through her lithe body, causing her head to sway in a dreamy circle as her eyes drifted shut.
Two cocks! One in each hand. The tingling jolt was almost more than she could stand. Sweet juices began to flow in her downy cunt slit, Ellen caught the scent and the hungry look in her half closed eyes. Wetting her lips, she moved closer to the slender blondes inviting little pussy slit.
Don felt the increased tension in Kathy's grasp. Her coiled hand pumped faster on the long shaft of his cock, thumping on its hairy base, jarring his balls still gripped in the soft stroking magic of Ellen's wavering fingers.
"It's crazy," Don said at last. "Two couples can't buy the same ho... aaaagh!" The double hand job was driving him wild. He spread his arms and reached impulsively, one toward Kathy on the left, the other toward Ellen on the right.
"I don't see why not," George said. "Partnerships are arranged in business all the time." His voice remained business-like despite the tangled display forming before his eyes.
Don capped one of Kathy's perky, well-formed tits with his left hand, one of Ellen's creamy, softer tits with his right. Don loved to squeeze tit, but never had he felt anything as wild as this mismatched pair. Both women squealed sharp cries when he thumbed their nipples in tight spirals.
"The fucking bank would never go for a deal like that," Don said sadly. The idea appealed to him already, having two eager but very different females under one roof.
"Banks suck money like I suck cunt," George said, sounding little like a businessman now. His eyes flashed from Ellen to Kathy and back, wondering which one to take first -- the restless, still slightly shy golden-haired cunt or the soft and sultry dark pussy slit fringed in a collar of black fur.
Why not both? George downed the last of his champagne, licked the delicious tart taste from his lips and then reached out with both hands -- his long middle fingers extended.
"Uuungh!" Kathy groaned. Then she shivered as she heard Ellen's echoing cry. At home in their small apartment with its paper-thin walls, she had at times heard another woman's anguished cries. It excited her, listening to the low, soft moans of pleasure that filtered into the room or to the tense wails that seemed to rip right through the wall. But never had she heard another woman's hot breathed responses so near and so alive.
"Do you really think we could do it?" Kathy asked. Having two hot cocks and Ellen's sultry lips all hungry for her cunt at once, it seemed too good to be true!
"I'm sure we can," George said, tensing with delight as he probed two cunts at once with his wiggling fingertips. Kathy's snug little pussy hollow shivered tightly. Ellen's grip came sleek and warm, muscles rippled in rolling waves.
"I know the vice president in charge of mortgage loans at the bank," George said. "I'll call first thing in the morning."
"Ooooh," Kathy moaned in squirming joy.
"Good!" she heard Ellen say with an anxious grunt.
Ellen leaned toward Kathy, slowly so as not to disturb Don's nipple ringing grip on her tit or dislodge George's plunging finger from her slinky cunt. One of Kathy's sharply coned tits hung free, and the raven-haired woman felt a surging hunger deep in her throat.
"Aaaah," Kathy gasped, assuming it was one of the men feeding hungrily on her shapely tit. "Hhhoooo!"
The sweeping tongue strokes were more subtle and restrained than anything George had done, and still somehow they were wilder and more voracious than Don's anxious demands. "Ellen?" she gasped.
She nodded her head, tugging on Kathy's taut nipple with lip-shrouded teeth, twisting her nipple slowly before she pulled away. Ellen's inky-black hair swept down to cover Kathy's quaking pussy mound and brush the back of the hand George kept twisting and driving into her cunt.
"Ooooh, shit!" the little blonde screamed. Don held one firm tit in his demanding grasp, milking her tit as he swirled the bulging nipple. George dove to seize the other tit while it still sheened from the lash of Ellen's tongue.
Ellen's flicking tongue followed the silky brush of her long hair, down Kathy's heaving belly to the soft pad of blonde cunt fuzz gleaming wet and bright beneath George's hand. He cased to one side, twisting and hooking his finger in Kathy's pussy, clearing a path of Ellen's grinding lips that marched down on the nub of her clit.
"AAAAGGGGHHHH!" Kathy roared. The three of them all attacked her at once, mouthing and probing until her shattered nerves began to scream and clang the sound of ringing joy in her ears. "I... I can't stand it!" she wailed, "Not three of you at once!"
She sagged back on the fleecy rug, and that added a fourth sensuous tingle. "Hhhgggh," Kathy groaned, losing her grip on Don's cock... fingers limp and fluttering.
Something like the pack instinct of wild dogs seized them all. With excited growls and gnashing teeth, they all swarmed at once on their willing victim. Kathy could only, whimper and moan with raging joy, stunned and shaken by the intensity of their triple attack.
George drew his probing finger from her pussy, leaving the soft pink cunt slit to Ellen's rasping tongue.
"Hhhuuurrrgh!" the raven witch said through gnashing teeth as she ripped and teased the little blonde's cunt button, spearing and stabbing her snug little pussy bole.
George's finger, wet with fuck honey, moved down between Kathy's wide-spread legs and pressed at the tightly clenched ring of her ass.
"Nnnnoooooo!" the timid blonde cried. "Not there... not my asssss!"
Don rolled and pressed his wife's upper body flat in the deep, soft fleece, covering her mouth with his while his thumb and finger continued their wild spiral around one tit.
"Mmmuungh!" she groaned. His tongue shot between her lips, ramming and twining with hers.
Ellen's tongue screwed itself deep in the wet vise of Kathy's little pussy tunnel. A shrill cry rose from deep inside her throat, swelling her firm young tits, gagged by Don's smothering kiss.
Kathy pulled and squirmed, her body a jangled mass of sparking nerves. She arched her back to avoid the finger pressing on her puckered ass, but that only ground her cunt mound more firmly into Ellen's toothy grasp.
"Hhhunnngh!" Kathy groaned, limp with shock. As she fell back, George wiggled his long finger up her writhing asshole while chuckling sounds of savage glee.
Don never thought he could enjoy watching his young wife shiver from the multiple and conflicting pleasures of sex. But then he had never imagined that she would give herself so willingly. He pulled his lips from hers, shuddering as he thought why... because he wanted a better view. And he wanted to hear her garbled cries shrilling in his ears.
"Fuck her, George... ram that big cock of yours up her ass!"
"No!" Kathy snapped, hardly able to believe the words she heard had come from her husband's lips. "Not my assss!"
Ellen increased the grinding pressure on Kathy's delicious pussy. She had never tasted a sweeter cunt. The young blonde's thick fuck honey gushed and swirled around her tongue. Her clit bulged thick and hot between the older woman's demanding lips. Ellen could hardly wait for the convulsive spasms she knew would come when George spiked his prick into Kathy's virgin ass.
"Oooooooh," Kathy cried, arching away from the steady press of a thick cock head hot on the tightly clenched ring of her asshole.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" Ellen gasped, savoring a cunt still wet with the taste of turn. She lanced out her tongue, wondering if she could work it deep enough to feel the knob of her husband's prick when he jammed his cock deep into Kathy's ass.
Kathy lay between them on her side, vibrating like a slender reed in a howling wind. She pulled forward each time Ellen's tongue lashed her twat, digging and twirling until her clit burned with aching joy. Then she rocked back and felt the slow, but persisting force of George's thick cock teasing its way into her ass.
"Don?" his young wife croaked. "Don, are you just going to sit there and watch?"
"Shit, no!" But Don was intrigued by the slow, gliding motion of George's cock... the way his prick pushed and pulled at the tight ring of his wife's ass. He watched her tender little asshole flex in and out with each thrust of George's reaming prick.
The strange look in Don's eyes made Kathy's mind convulse. Obviously he found some obscene pleasure in watching her ass get ripped... his head swaying, back and forth in time with the rhythm of George's big cock, faster and faster. And a wicked, lewd grin bowed his lips.
"You said you'd eat my balls, remember?" Don said.
"I -- UNGH! -- can't! You cock is too God damned big. It's all I can -- AAAGGGH! -- do to swallow it!"
He watched the trembling motions of her lips. They strained tensely each time George rammed in, then shivered into waves of gasping relaxation as he drew back. "I want you to suck my balls," he said. "I want to feel your lips and your tongue on my big hairy balls."
"No," she said. "Please, Don..."
He laughed, rising to his knees, spreading them to straddle her face. "That's what I want you to!" he said, "Please Don!"
He swayed above her, slowly arching to lower his heavy ball sac into the sultry steam that jetted from her lips each time George rammed her ass with a foot of hot cock.
"Mmmuuuungh," she cried as his heavy balls teased across her lips. The scent was reeking strong, bitter-sweet in taste. His dangling crotch hairs tickled her lips and made her squirm.
Ellen kept up her nibbling attack on Kathy's dripping cunt. Like a thirsty she-wolf, the raven haired, cream-skinned bitch lapped and slurped Kathy's oozing fuck oils. Wet growls of sheer delight rattled in her throat.
George bottomed his long cock in the slender tunnel of Kathy's ass, driving and twisting until she could feel prick fur grinding coarsely on her cheeks.
She wailed a savage cry, and Don squatted lower to press his huge balls into the wet void.
"Gruuugh," she moaned, spreading wide to suck in his heated balls.
Don knew the risk he was taking, and it added to the lewd thrills from her teasing lips and stabbing tongue. With his balls wedged firmly in her open mouth, one vicious bite would have thrown him screaming into a fit of horrible pain. She had only to clamp her jaw to crush his raging balls into jelly.
Kathy sensed the great power she had over him now. She could feel his balls tremble inside her mouth. The slightest twitch of her jaw would bring ghastly pain. If she clenched her teeth hard, she could mash his most tender and vulnerable parts. Don would die from the numbing pain... or collapse in a heap and wish to hell that he had died.
For the first time in all their married life, Kathy felt that Don had finally given himself completely to her. How odd that it should happen while he shared her so willingly with the demanding cock of another man and the hungry lips of his cunt sucking wife.
She hardly thought of them. The fierce, stabbing jolts of pain in her ass softened mysteriously into warm ripples of joy. It could not be, but it seemed George's cock had shrunk... like an icicle in the sun, his prick melted from a sharp and brutal thing into a dripping sliver of sheer delight.
Echoed waves of pleasure were stirred by the stroke of Ellen's tongue. By the gruff sounds the woman made, Kathy knew she had not become more tender. She could hear teeth grinding and feel the sharp spear of her tongue, but it all brought instant gushes of ecstatic joy from the smoldering depths of Kathy's cunt.
Best of all was the feeling that came when she tongued her husband's big balls, railing them gently with her rubbery spear. She circled one, then the other. She wiggled her tongue between them, spreading them against her sleek mouth walls that wavered with wild delight.
As though he was a thousand miles away, Kathy heard Don's wails of joy only faintly-garbled as though by a bad connection on a long distance line. Overloaded nerves jammed with wild new delights made the young blonde nearly deaf. She could not even hear her own screams when her grinding climax came.
Chapter Seven
Kathy was somber and subdued when they finally started for home. She sat strangely silent and unaware as Don threaded their car through late night traffic on the expressway leading to their apartment. Passing lights scattered dancing sparkles in her long blonde hair, but her face remained rigid and cold as a plaster mask.
"Something's bothering you," he said.
"Hhhnmmm," she replied without emotion. It wasn't like her. Kathy's spirits usually bubbled like champagne.
"What is it?" he asked. He thought he knew -- that after the abandoned delights of illicit sex, the nagging guilt of a prudish upbringing had caught up with her.
"I've been thinking about the house," she said in a flat voice.
"The house?" Don felt shock waves of relief.
"Yes... I love that house. I want it so much... but I'm afraid to get my hopes up."
"George said he knows the vice president at the bank that handles mortgage loans, and with the four of us together we've got more than enough income to qualify. What can go wrong?"
"Something... anything. I don't know." Don's words were only faintly reassuring. They'd filled out all the necessary forms before they left, and it all looked good on paper. But still, Kathy had her fear of disappointment.
"I thought maybe you were bothered... by what we did back there."
"You mean fucking with Ellen and George?" she asked bluntly. "Shit, no... that was the best damn thing that ever happened to us."
Don nearly choked on surprise swelling in his throat. "You mean that?"
"Of course I mean it. We both knew something was wrong between us. Our sex life was the shits!"
"Er, well... I didn't think it was quite that bad." Don felt uneasy now. It was the first time he and Kathy had ever discussed sex openly and frankly.
"I was so fucking timid, and you were so God damned impatient. We weren't worth piss together in bed."
"I guess you're right," he said. He hadn't wanted to admit it before.
"Don't feel bad," she said brightly. "I don't think it was your fault... or mine."
"Then whose was it? We've never slept with anyone else."
"I know, and I think that's the trouble... that's what's so plain fucking stupid. I don't know why I never thought of it before."
"Thought of what?"
"Well, you were so hot for your pretty little virgin bride. And I was all weak-kneed and trembling with delight thinking: Oh, joy... my handsome husband belongs only to me."
"Yeah?" Don couldn't see yet what she was getting at.
"Well, how shit ass stupid can it get? Marriage is the one place where people prize a complete lack of experience. Can you imagine applying for a job and saying you should be really good because you've never done it before and don't know a damn thing about it?"
"That does sound pretty silly," he agreed.
Kathy nodded, and the lights sparkled brightly in her eyes. It did her good to talk, to finally give voice to thoughts that had troubled her for too long. "You had to practice and prove your skills to get a job as a welder... right?"
"Right."
"And. I had to study like hell and pass a test to beome an LVN -- but we both got married without knowing shit from salami about sex."
"Then you don't mind what we did with Ellen and George?"
"Mind? I can hardly wait to do it again! If we get that new house, the first thing I'm going to do is lie bare ass naked in front of the fireplace and let George fuck me while you watch... I mean really watch close-up. I want you to see what that old son of a bitch does to me with his cock!"
Don gulped uneasily, chilled at first by the thought. "All right," he agreed. "Maybe you should watch Ellen with me... that woman's cunt does things you can't believe!"
"I'm going to do more than watch," Kathy said. "First chance I get, I'm going to get my tongue into her so I can feel everything she does. Then, damn your horny ass. I'll get that big prick of yours and do it even better!"
"I'm glad we're getting this all worked out," he said.
"Me too. I didn't like the way things were going." She paused, feeling slightly nervous despite the frankness of their conversation. "There's an intern where I work who has been hot for me, and I was really tempted."
"I've been tempted too," he said to ease her mind.
"I know, I saw the redhead where you work the last time I came by to pick you up. Those beady green eyes of hers swarmed all over the prick lump in your pants."
Don laughed, weakly at first, then in full relief. "I'd still like to see if her cunt hair is red."
"Go ahead. Fuck her the first chance you get."
"You mean it?"
"Yes, I mean it." Then Kathy grinned and tossed her long blonde hair. "The intern I told you about, wonders the same thing he asked if my cunt hair is gold too. Tomorrow I'm going to let him find out."
He said cautiously, "You really think that's all right?"
Kathy answered with a quick nod. "I wouldn't have liked it at all if you sneaked around -- you know, made up some story about having to work late so you could fuck that little red fox. And I don't want to lie or cheat on you... but I do want to try that young doctor's big cock."
"What about George and Ellen?"
She grinned and softly stroked her long blonde hair. "Well maybe then we'll be able to teach them a thing or two."
"That would be a real switch. I sure hope we're able to buy that house. The idea sounds better all the time."
"Just remember what you've learned already, and keep thinking how much you want that house when you go with George to see the vice president at the bank tomorrow."
"Remember what I've learned? For God's sake, I can't say anything about that in the damn bank!"
"Don't say... do," Kathy told him. "Do what?"
She shot a sly grin. "Didn't George tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
"About that friend of his, the vice president?"
"What about him?"
"Not him, lover... her!"
"Ooooh, fuck!"
"I'm sure that's what she has in mind. George said he thought it would take both of you to satisfy her stiff requirements."
It took three weeks for all the paperwork to go through, but time passed so quickly that neither Don nor Kathy had a chance to count the days. Besides nightly visits with George and Ellen, Don had to make three extra trips to the bank.
"I don't believe that friend of yours," he said to George one night when the four were together in the condo living room. "She called and said there was something she had to straighten out..."
Ellen said, "Get used to it. She's a modern woman. She knows what she wants and how to get it. And she didn't get to be a vice president at the bank by being bashful and shy."
"Some men can't seem to handle that," Kathy said.
"The handsome young intern?" Ellen guessed.
She nodded, sending glimmering waves of gold down her back. "For weeks he hinted around, you know -- making sly, sexy remarks. Accidentally bumping into me to cop a free feel, and crap like that. Well, after Don and I had our talk, I said: Doc, let's cut the bullshit, shall we? If you want to fuck, I'm ready!"
"And what happened?" Ellen wondered. The twist of her grin hinted she already knew.
"I thought he was going to faint!"
"I would have too if a woman had said something like that to me before we met Ellen and George," Don said.
"But you liked the way that little redhead got all hot and bothered looking at the bulge in your pants," Kathy reminded him.
"That was different..."
"Sure," Ellen said, shaking her head. "She waited for you to make the first move. But more and more women are too honest and outspoken to sit around waiting..."
"And I'm one of them," Kathy said with new firmness in her voice. "George, if you want to fuck... I'm ready!"
Just then the phone rang. "You two go ahead," Ellen said. "I'll take the call." She was stark naked, jet-black hair spilled over her shoulders and down to veil the nipples of her firm, proud tits.
"Hello?"
The sight of her had Don's cock throbbing impatiently. The auburn-haired temptress he knew at work was good. Kathy was better, but still learning. Ellen, despite being twice his age, excited him wildly.
"Yes," she said pleasantly, "this is Ellen Chambers. Oh, yes... how are you?"
Don still didn't know who she was talking to nor did he care. He crept up behind her and stroked her long raven hair with one hand while guiding his enormous hard-on between her legs with the other.
"Uuunnngh," she gulped in a startled voice. "Oh, that's great!" Don's cock lanced up at a sharp angle, pressing hard on the wet black fur of her cunt lips. "Yes, really great!"
Ellen capped the phone and snarled, "You sonuvabitch, let me get off the fucking telephone!"
"I'm too honest and outspoken to sit around waiting," he hissed in a mocking whisper.
"What?" Ellen had the receiver clamped against one ear while Don's hot breath teased the other. "Oh, yes -- he's right here. Would you like to speak to him?"
Don assumed the call was for George and reached beneath Ellen's arms to fondle both of her bulging tits. "It's for you," she said, smiling coyly.
"Me?"
"Yes, your friend from the bank."
"Oh, God! Er, hello... how are you?"
Ellen circled behind him with a vindictive chuckle rumbling in her throat. She pressed and squirmed against him, raking her hot nippled tits across his shoulder blades while she ground her luscious cunt mound on the cheeks of his ass.
"Aaagggh," Don said, his voice rising sharply in surprise. "Aaah, I'm fine. Just fine. Uuuuuunngh!"
Ellen snaked both arms around his narrow waist. With one hand she cupped and stroked his aching balls. With the other, she began a slow and sensuous drumming on his cock.
"Damn it," he hissed, his hand capped over the mouthpiece. "I'm trying to talk on the fucking phone!"
Ellen cooed softly in his ear. "Go ahead. Unless you talk through the knob of your cock, I'm not going to disturb you." Her fingers glided over rippled muscles as she swung around in front, dropping meekly to her knees.
"Aaah, no... that won't be inconvenient for me. Gruuuungh!" Ellen's soft lips closed warmly on the crimson knob of his cock. Her tongue curved and swept around the thick ridge, raking the tender flesh just beyond.
Don let out a whoop of triumphant delight and slammed down the phone. "We got it!" he shouted. "The loan has been approved. We've bought ourselves a house!"
"Hhhmmmm, good," George said, his voice muffled by the writhing grip of Kathy's thighs. She had her legs hooked and locked behind his neck, keeping his face buried in her blonde ringed crotch.
Ellen's mincing lips moved down the shaft of Don's cock with a slow, circular pulling motion that seemed to suck all the strength from his body. His knees trembled and his hard muscled upper body swayed as if in tormented delight.
"Aaaahhh," Kathy moaned. "Mmmungh!" George was trying a new tongue stroke on her clit, swift diagonal strokes that left her limp and moaning cries of sheer ecstasy. "When -- Grunngh! -- do we sign the final papers?"
"At ten tomorrow morning," Don said, straining for control. Ellen took savage delight in making him cum with just a few incredible strokes of her tongue. He clenched his teeth and formed a hard knot of self-control at the root of his cock to block the steaming flow.
"But," be added, "she wants me to come at nine. Runnnngh!"
Ellen parted her sucking lips just wide enough to grumble, "You're going to cum before nine! You're going to cum in about three seconds." She clasped her lips again, extending the sleek folds of velvet-soft flesh, reaching for the tense knot holding back the flow of hot jism she hungered for so wildly.
"Aaaaahhh!" Don gasped. Her tongue moved in soft ripples along the underside of his prick, stroking and teasing his tortured cum tube. His cock pulsed dry spurts, straining and trembling with the need to fire. Don felt a steady ringing in his ears from the increase of steaming pressure in his balls.
"Damn you," he growled. He felt his tightly clamped ring of cock muscle soften and then give way to the powerful suction of clinging lips and the dance of her clever tongue. A searing spurt of cum boiled up from his balls, but rather than give in to her demands, he reared back and yanked his throbbing cock from her mouth an instant before jism began to gush.
Hot cream jetted from the slit of his prick and splattered on the bridge of her nose, dripping and running slowly down to gaping lips that trembled with the shock of denial.
"Blaaaahhh," she cried as her tongue snaked out to lap it up. "Unnugh, let me suck it! Let me drink your gushing cum!"
"Try to catch it," he said, taunting her by swaying side to side, spraying one cheek and then the other.
"Arrrgh! Don't waste it! God, I want to drink every drop!"
"But this time we're doing what I want," Don insisted, still waving his prick like a fire hose. "And I want to squirt cream all over your beautiful big tits!"
Don gripped his long cock with a hand clenched tight enough to hold back the creamy flow until the burning pressure in his balls brought stinging tears to his eyes. Then he let fly creamy globs that splashed against the hard red nipple of her left tit.
"Oooooh," she groaned, unable to reach it with her tongue. "I want it! I want to suck hot cum!"
Don laughed and let go another blast to spray her other tit.
"Uuunnngh," she moaned, grasping at her cum drenched tits with frantic motions of her hands. Ellen swayed, delirious from the warm shower of gushing cum. She crossed her arms as though to embrace her own trembling naked body and smeared her sleek curves with his molten flow.
"Hhhhmmm!" she purred. "It feels so slick and warm! I'd like to swim in it! I'd like to soak in a tub of hot cum and squirm like a greased eel!"
Ellen swayed before him on her knees, raving lewd words of savage joy while she smeared silver jism on her lush curves with sweeping strokes of her excited hands. She thought she'd experienced every sensuous pleasure there was to know, but writhing naked in a hot spray of cum was a sensation completely new. Her whole body sparkled with the sheen of lusty delight.
Even more satisfying was the way Don had taken command. He towered over her, leaning forward to let the last dribbles of his volcanic discharge fall thick and wet in her dense thatch of raven cunt hair.
"Hhhhmmmmm!" the sound came from deep in her throat as both hands dropped to swirl and spread his rich cockcream in the soft dark collar spread wide above her cunt hole. "George! Oooh, I want you too. Spray me with your cum!"
George needed little persuasion. Sucking Kathy's sweet young cunt had swollen his cock hard and had filled his balls with an aching load. He looked around and saw his wife writhing on the floor and said to Kathy, "Let's do it!"
She didn't know what George had in mind, but Ellen's ecstatic raving was enough to draw her interest. She'd cum once in response to George and his talented cunt licking and her tingling body felt ready far something new.
George caught on fast, and he grinned, watching how his wife tossed on the floor at his feet, her whole luscious body slathered with sheening cum. "Give me a hand job," he said to Kathy. "Whip my big cock until it sprays all over that horny bitch!"
Don sat back to watch, one last small drop of jism shining bright on the tip of his prick. It pleased him to see how expertly Kathy coiled her hands around the enormous hard-on George had positioned over his moaning wife.
"Uuummm-hmmmmm! That little bitch learns fast!" George said as she began silky, quick pumping strokes.
But exciting George and his huge prick with teasing finger strokes was not nearly enough for the turned-on young blonde. Her head began to bob excitedly in time with his groin-thumping cock strokes. Long waves of shimmering gold ran down her back, and her lips spread wide.
Ellen watched through half closed eyes, shivering expectantly, eager for another silver shower. "Don't you suck it, you little cunt. Don't you dare drink a single drop!"
"Hhhmmmm-hhhmmmm!" Kathy hummed in a tone that showed nothing but ravenous hunger for hot prick. Her tongue flashed out and curved along the side of George's throbbing cock, then back to circle tightly around his bulging prick knob.
"Hhhooooo," he moaned.
Don watched intently, hardly able to believe this was his young wife -- the one who shuddered at the mere mention of eating cock just a short time ago. Watching the lewd dance of her hungry tongue brought fresh blood hammering back into his cock. His prick began to swell, and he could hardly wait to shoot off and splatter Ellen again, this time with his own wife working to trigger the flow.
The young golden-haired woman had learned that whatever felt good on her clit also felt good on the head of a man's big prick, and she began the swift, demanding diagonal strokes that George had used on her only moments before.
Chapter Eight
Moving day was not quite the nightmare they expected it to be. First there was the great pleasure both couples felt getting settled in their new homes, and with four sets of hands working, the mountain of cartons, crates and furniture went into place faster than they had dared hope.
Don and Kathy rented a trailer. What they had in their small apartment only took two trips.
"Aren't you excited?" Kathy gushed when they pulled up in front of the house with the second load.
"About moving this shit?" Don asked. "No! About what we're going to do later... you're fucking well right I'm excited."
"What are you going to do to me our first night in our new home?"
Don gave her a teasing grin and replied, "Do to you? Honey, I may not even get around to you!"
"You sonuvabitch!" she snarled in pretended rage. "You sure don't think you can fuck with Ellen the whole damn night!"
"AS a matter of fact, I wasn't thinking of Ellen at all. Have you noticed that couple across the street?"
"Where?" Kathy's head turned in a swirl of sun streaked gold.
"There in the green house... the woman in tight shorts and that skimpy little halter top."
"Fuck the woman," Kathy said. "Look at him! He's got muscles on top of muscles... and I'll bet his prick is as long and hard as the handle of that rake!"
Don chuckled at her look of leering desire, relieved that at last the two of them could talk honestly and openly without stirring ugly waves of jealousy. "Come on, you horny little cunt -- we've got a lot of unpacking to do before we meet the neighbors."
Bonnie Wallace looked up from the border of freshly turned earth where she was busy setting out shrubs in front of the new house she and her husband Ed both felt so proud of. She watched green eyes yearning for the lean, obviously powerful young man going into the house across the street with a heavy load of stereo gear.
Ed Wallace was running, a rented rototiller, churning hard-packed soil where their lawn was to be. Waves of flashing blonde hair and a shapely little ass caught his eye. He leaned down, killed the engine and said, "Hey, Bonnie... where'd that sexy little blonde come from?"
"From her mother's cunt, I suppose." Bonnie felt a wave of disappointment. It figured that a handsome young stud would have a sexy wife.
"No," Ed said with disgust. Lately he couldn't fathom Bonnie's sullen moods. "I mean half an hour ago I saw another couple moving into that house -- about forty, I'd guess, twice the age of those two. The woman had long black hair... and a fabulous pair of tits."
"You would have to mention her tits," Bonnie said as she went on packing soil around the roots of a newly planted juniper. At thirty, Bonnie still had the lean, limber body of a gymnast... an almost boyish figure with small but sharply coned, jutting little tits.
"I don't see how anybody in their twenties could afford a house like that," Bonnie said. "The young couple must be helping the others move."
That added to her gloom. The casual-but-so-sexy young guy she'd watched go up the walk probably wouldn't be living across the street.
Ed watched the last rays of sun flash in long blonde hair, then the door closed behind the girl's swaying ass. "I really dig long hair!" he said, "Especially on a blonde with a nice ass. It just sets everything off right, if you know what I men."
"Gosh, yeah!" Bonnie said in a drone. Her brown hair was cropped in short and curled around her face. "If I thought it would make your miserable prick get hard, I'd bleach my hair. Fuck, I'd even bleach my cunt fuzz... or shave my pussy bald if that would turn you on!"
"Knock it off!" Ed said sharply. "We fuck as much as any couple our age."
"Oooooh, shit," she said under her breath. Bonnie Wallace wasn't sure what had gone wrong between them. She thought it might be the pressure of Ed's work. He'd been pushing hard to get ahead -- so hard that often he had little time or energy to give it to her. And at the same time, Bonnie had felt her own appetite for sex increasing. She couldn't read a romantic novel or see a good-looking man on TV without feeling her pussy squirm with obscene desire.
The young guy lugging stereo gear into the house across the street had done it to her now. Fuck his pretty blonde wife with her waves of golden hair! I want his cock! Bonnie said in a silent voice choked with desire. I'm so fucking horny, I could wring it dry!
Ed muttered a sullen curse and started the tiller motor again. He knew well enough what was going on in his bitch-wife's head. Her fucking cunt was itching again. Just a few years back he'd have caught the scent of musky desire and dragged her into the house for a rousing good fuck. But she didn't excite him like that any more. His wife... his whole life had become so God damned dull!
He worked his ass off to get ahead, so Bonnie could have the things she wanted -- like the new house, the dishwasher and the fucking built-in microwave oven. Two promotions in the last two years -- two nice raises -- and what the shit did he get for the effort at home? A whining bitch.
"Stuff the fucking trowel in your complaining cunt!" Ed growled in a voice not loud enough for her to hear over the tiller's roaring clank. "I'd make time for that sweet-assed little girl with the golden hair!"
Bonnie usually came to bed with her hair in curlers -- enough damn metal to make a barbed wire fence. And she sprayed her hair with some foul smelling shit, she wore a ratty nightgown as thick and ugly as a horse blanket... no wonder the stupid bitch didn't turn him on!
With a vicious stab of the long metal trowel, Bonnie made a hole in the soft damp earth and stuck in the last of the two dozen shrubs they'd bought to decorate the front of the new house. She packed soil firmly around the roots, all the while thinking of how her tight pussy could grip a thick cock. Funny, she thought, but almost everything I do these days reminds me in some way of sex.
She stood up mid flexed her long, elegantly tapered legs. She'd been a dancer all through school, never good enough to be a professional as she'd once hoped -- but it gave her a limber poise and grace that men usually found exciting. Most men...
"I think I'll go across the street and meet the new people," Bonnie shouted over the thrashing sounds of the tiller.
"Go," Ed shouted back. "I've got to finish this, or we'll have to pay another day's rent on the damn tiller."
"Money," Bonnie grumbled under her breath. If that tightwad bastard loved my cunt as much as he loves a fucking dollar bill, I wouldn't be hunting around for another cock.
She was honest with herself about that...
"Knock, knock," Bonnie said. The front door of the house across the street stood slightly ajar. It swung open under the gentle rapping of her knuckles.
"Oh, hi!" Don said. He was down on his knees plugging patch cords into the stereo set.
"I'm Bonnie, from across the street," she said.
"I noticed you when we drove up," Don said still intent on his work. "Your husband was running that little tractor thing..."
"Yes." Shit, he would have to mention Ed.
"There!" Don made the last connection and straightened up, turning to gaze at the tall, lithe woman standing near the door. "What's your favorite kind of music? I want to check the system out."
"Well," Bonnie began reluctantly, "you probably don't have what I like best."
"I'll bet we do," Don said. "What is it?" George and Ellen had a large and varied record collection. That and what he and Kathy had gave them a wide selection.
Bonnie blushed and said, "Old time rock and roll really does it to me," she said. "But that was before your time."
"Just a second..." He knew George and Ellen had some of the old discs. "... here we are!"
"Ooooh-hooo!" Bonnie purred as the throbbing beat filled the room. "That makes me feel young again!"
Her lean, trim body began sway with sensuous grace, long tapered legs taking precisely timed steps with flowing ease.
"You can't be all that old," Don said. Around thirty he'd guessed.
"Not quite old enough to be your mother," Bonnie said as she danced near, letting one swaying hip brush lightly against him. "Come on..." She reached out with her hands, "... dance with me."
"I... I don't think I know the steps you're doing."
"It's the twist... not the latest thing, but still very sexy!"
"Er, yeah... I can see that!" Don's feet and body began to move in spite of some natural reluctance. He could still hear the engine chugging across the street, and he couldn't help wondering what Bonnie's husband would do if he saw how she was grinding her ass and cunt mound to turn him on.
"That's it! You're getting it. You catch on real fast!" Bonnie's limber writhing became a wanton show of desire, like she was joyously fucking some phantom cock. "I'm surprised a young guy has records that go back that far."
"Ah, this one belongs to George and Ellen," he said.
"Who are they?"
"The couple we bought the house with."
"A woman with long black hair and a beautiful pair of tits?" Bonnie remembered Ed's wet-lipped ranting about her tits.
"Yeah, that's Ellen."
"She's a relative of yours?" Bonnie had decided they must be related if they were going to share the same house.
"No, just a friend..." But the passionate yearning he felt for Ellen's lush curves and the raw male pride he got from fucking her flashed dearly in his eyes.
"Just a friend?" Bonnie asked, both doubtful and intrigued.
"We fuck, if that's what you're getting at," Don said bluntly. "She's a lot older, but she really knows how to handle herself."
"A woman can't get older without learning something," Bonnie said in a frankly suggestive tone. Her long arms reached out and circled Don's waist, drawing him near.
His cock lanced up hard at a sharp angle, imprisoned in his tight-fitting jeans. Bonnie's boldness started his surge of restless desire. Her height intrigued him and spiked his sexual curiosity. She stood a full two heads taller than Kathy, his petite blonde wife, and about one head taller than Ellen. If his cock was rammed deep in her churning cunt, he would be looking her straight in the eye.
"You'd like to fuck me too, wouldn't you?" she guessed from the lewd gleam in his eye.
"Yeah, I would." He locked his arms around her slender waist and held her swaying crotch hard against his throbbing cock.
"What about your wife, that pretty little blonde?"
"She's busy unpacking at the back of the house... otherwise she'd like to watch..."
Bonnie stopped abruptly and stared. "You're shitting me!"
"No, I'm not. Hey, Kathy... come here!"
"Oooooh, God!" Bonnie moaned. Don held her with one hand spread in the hollow of her back, his cock grinding against her in front while his free hand tugged at the knot of her halter top.
"Oh, hi!" Kathy said as calmly as if the two of them were having coffee. "You're from across the street. I saw you planting shrubs when we drove up. I'm Don's wife, Kathy..."
"B-B-Bonnie," she stammered. Don undid the knot, and she felt the halter slip free, baring her firm, sharply pointed tits.
"You've got a beautiful body," Kathy said. "So tall and trim..."
"Jeeezzzus!" Bonnie moaned. Like many women her age, she did a lot of half-serious flirting. And when she'd had a few drinks, Bonnie became a tease -- acting out the first stages of sexual fantasies she never had the courage to complete. At parties in their old neighborhood, she'd down a few doubles and then see how many cocks she could raise by dancing close in a slow and wantonly sexual way, never really intending to finish what she started.
Kathy came up behind her and undid the buttons of Bonnie's shorts. Kathy gave a tug and pulled down shorts and panties both with one deft stroke.
"Nice ass!" the blonde said admiringly. "Sleek and firm. Don and George are going to love fucking your ass!"
"I don't believe this," Bonnie moaned. Don had released his grip and stepped back to strip free of his clothes. Her eyes bulged and she coughed up choking sounds when she saw the length and throbbing power of his thick cock.
"Now, go easy," Kathy said to him. "I know how damned impatient your big prick can be!"
Don grinned, wetting his lips, forcing himself to hold back. He knew by the leering gleam in his wife's eyes that she had some new and probably obscene thrill in mind for them all to share.
Kathy reached one hand around each of Bonnie's slender ships, fingers spread and gliding smoothly over taut flesh.
"AAAGGGHHH!" the older woman gasped. She'd never been touched that way by another woman.
"She's nervous," Kathy said in a cooing voice. "And her little pussy is sooo tiiiight!" Her gliding fingers found the tense lips of Bonnie's cunt, slender folds of skin hardly large enough to conceal her bulging clit.
She could feel the little blonde's warm fingers tease up and down the silt of her cunt, slowly drawing her wet pussylips apart.
Don's eyes narrowed and flared with desire. Inside Bonnie's narrow cunt slit, Kathy's stroking fingers bared another pair of pussy lips, wet and pink.
"Hhhmmmm," the little blonde said in a lusty voice. "I think you should suck her first, Don... really get her tight little cunt hole turned on!"
There was something wildly obscene and perverted about watching his wife's slender, loving hands bare another woman's cunt for him. It quickened his racing heartbeat and made the flaming knob of his cock ache with outrageous desire. He wanted to fuck, to ram straight into Bonnie's quaking little pussy slit... but he wanted even more to see what else Kathy might do.
Don dropped to his knees and inched forward until be could feel the backs of Kathy's hands warm against his checks. Between her fingers, Bonnie's juicy cunt slit stood waiting. The pungent scent of her pussy filled his lungs and made his senses blur and tumble.
"Gggrraahhh!" he said, hinging at her luscious cunt, spearing with his tongue, driving and twisting into the pink hollow while Kathy stroked Bonnie puffed outer cunt lips.
"HHHUUUNNGH?" Bonnie groaned, her lean body twisted by double shocks of startling joy. She bent backwards, writhing away from Don's thrusting tongue. Then she felt the young blonde's lips drag down the knotted ridge of her spine, tracing a soft wet course to the crack of her ass. Bonnie thrust her lips forward when the wet, lewd tongue parted her taut cheeks.
"HHHAAARRRAGH!" Don and Kathy groaned as one. His tongue lashed out in front, hers from behind. Bonnie moaned, her eyes tightly shut, whipping and bowing between them, ass and cunt both wet and writhing with desire.
The sinewy, down-turned mouth of her pussy felt tight on just the tip of his tongue, a leathery little clamp, sleek and wet with flowing oil. Don could hardly wait to fuck her pussy with his cock.
"FUCK ME!" Bonnie screamed. Nothing in all her years, nothing real or in her wildest fantasies had sparked the raging torment of desire that she felt then, rocking back and forth between the stabbing tongues of a man and wife... her fingers softly spreading cunt lips so he could thrust more savagely with his tongue.
"FUCK ME... please!" she whined, fearful of what the lewd, pair might want to do next, but at the same time intensely curious.
What could possibly happen that was more perverted and insanely thrilling than this? Then Bonnie Wallace shivered with, convulsions of raw pleasure... a thought had sprung from some twisted over of her mind. Another couple lived in this house, another pair she had yet to meet.
Chapter Nine
"I think you'd better take her to our room in the back of the house," Kathy said in a soft but urgent tone.
"Why, for God's sake?" Don had the head of his cock between the spread lips of Bonnie's eager cunt. His wife reached around behind, helping to guide him in, working the thick knob of his cock head up and down to rake Bonnie's clit in a way she knew would drive the woman wild.
"Because I just heard that tiller motor stop. If my guess is right, her muscle-bound husband will be knocking on our door in a few minutes."
"So?" In the short time they had known George and Ellen, Don had come to take complete sexual freedom as a perfectly normal and natural thing.
Then he remembered how up-tight he and Kathy were the first time.
"Oooh, shit -- I see what you mean. Come on, Bonnie... let me show you the rest of the house."
"Aaagh!" she cried when he eased the pressure of his prick and took her by the hand. "Hurry! I can't wait. Oh, shit -- you and that wife of yours got me so hot I can't stand it. If I don't get your big cock soon, my poor pussy is going to melt!"
Kathy grinned as she watched them leave the room. In a way she felt sorry for Bonnie, saddled with the boredom of a dreary marriage and monotonous, guilt-ridden sex. The poor bitch! Then Kathy sighed. A short while ago, that was her life!
A knock sounded at the door and Kathy turned expectantly, her smile growing wider as she called, "Come in!"
Ed pushed the door open just a crack and said with a slightly nervous twinge in his voice. "Er, hi... I'm Ed Wallace from across the street."
Kathy rose to greet him, blue eyes flashing, one hand brushing lightly through her long blonde hair. "Yeah, I know. I'm Kathy. I saw you running that rototiller when we pulled up."
"I... I think my wife is here," he said, eyes running up and down Kathy's young, lithe body.
"Hhhmmm," Kathy said. Not a definite answer one way or the other. "I couldn't help noticing you -- your muscles, I mean. You must work out a lot."
"Er, yeah. I was really into weight lifting when I was in school." He unconsciously took a deep breath and swelled his massive, rippled chest. "I still pump a little iron to keep in shape."
"I can tell!" Kathy stood near him, tilting her hips seductively as her fingers lightly traced the curves of bulging muscles where a woman's tits would be. "I've never seen so much muscle so big and so hard! Are you like that all over?"
"Aaah, what do you mean?" The nearness of her, the boldness of her touch both put him on edge.
"I mean your prick. It is big and bulging hard too?" She slid her hand down the rock-hard flat of his belly and wiggled her eager fingers between his legs.
"If it isn't already, it will be soon," Ed muttered in astonishment. Something about her made him feel strangely ill at ease. In a way she was the answer to his dreams -- a bold and exciting woman not afraid to make her desires known. But at the same time, her brazen lust flooded his mind with doubt. Could he really do it? Could he give this wanton blonde witch all that she asked for so openly?
"I... I saw another couple moving stuff in earlier," Ed said in a tight voice. He could feel his cock swelling hard, starting to ache in her teasing grasp. Nagging doubts still plagued him with uncertainty. "A guy about forty, a woman with long black hair and... and..."
"Big tits," Kathy filled in.
"Er, yeah. Really built!"
"That's Ellen and George they're friends of ours. We went together to buy this house."
"Oh, yeah? You mean you're going to share it?"
"We share everything!" Kathy said, and she gave his raging cock a hearty squeeze.
"Aaaahhh," he groaned. Any doubts he had before faded as his cock straightened itself, almost leaping out of his pants.
"Er, where's Bonnie?" he asked. Despite the furious heat of his desire, he could only think of her walking into the room while this lusty little blonde was playing with his cock.
"Don's... showing her the rest of the house," she said with only a slight hesitation.
"Oh. OOOOOHHHH!" She was tugging at his belt, pulling his zipper down, working deft fingers to free his massive hard-on from the cruel restriction of his clothes. Ed nearly collapsed from the wilting heat of long-frustrated desire. If only his wife Bonnie had tried to turn him on like this.
Bonnie! His eyes dropped like a pair of lead balls. "Her clothes! Those are her clothes in a heap in the middle of the floor!"
"Yes, they are," Kathy said as she sank to her knees, dropping his shorts to get her first good look at his cock. His prick loomed before her like a living, breathing thing with a life and mind of its own. His cock throbbed with violent need while the rest of Ed's body struggled vainly to hold back.
"She knows where they are when she wants them," she said, blowing her hot breath on the head of his cock.
"AAAGGGHHH! What's... what's she doing naked?"
"What are you doing?" Kathy asked. "I've still got my God damned clothes on!"
"Hhhuuuungh!" Ed could no longer restrain himself. He didn't want to try. Neither did he want to think about his wife Bonnie naked somewhere with another man in the back of the house. He just let himself go, let his cock take command of his senses. "Suck it, bitch! Close your damn mouth on the hardest, hottest muscle I've got!"
Kathy needed no coaxing. This was the moment she'd been waiting for, the explosion of suppressed desire she'd been leading him toward. Her seething lips capped the massive knob of his cock, and she swirled his prick head hungrily with her tongue.
"Grrungh!" Ed growled, rocking his hips, muscles tense and hard as when he bench pressed hundreds of pounds. "Take it, you little gold witch. Take it all! Swallow every inch of my horny prick!"
Kathy pulsed her lips, reaching and grinding, willing her throat to relax and accept his unyielding strength. She knew now why Ellen had such a frantic hunger for fresh cock Ed's long prick throbbed with steaming fury, heaving more wildly in her throat than either George's or Don's did.
"Raaahhhh!" The grunting roar came from the back of the house; Ed and Kathy both tensed at the sound.
"That's Bonnie," Ed said. "Bonnie?"
"Mmmm-hhhm," Kathy said with humming lips clenched tight on the fearsome power of his big cock.
"She's... she's..." His lips refused to form the word.
"Fucking," Kathy said, straining to part her lips enough to speak. She tightened her grasp again, a soft pulling motion that began deep in her throat, wet suction that quickly blanked his mind.
Kathy remembered how it was with Don the first time. They had talked about it frankly several times since. Hearing his wife's erotic cries had sent shivers up his spine the first time. Then her lusting chanting began to excite him, adding greatly to his own desire, deepening his satisfaction. It would be that way with Ed... once he got used to the idea.
"Aaarggghhh!" Bonnie's next sharp cry startled them both. "Good! Unugh, yes. Yes, fuck me! Oh, fuck me hard!"
Ed looked stunned. His eyes drifted toward the long hall leading to the back of the house. It seemed to work like a megaphone and intensify sounds coming from the back room. They could hear Don's breathy grunts and Bonnie's delighted wails as clearly as if they were only inches away.
"That fucking whore!" Ed growled. "That stinking, skinny cunt!"
But for the demanding pull of Kathy's lips on his rigid cock, Ed would have run toward the sound fists balled, eyes blazing with anger. But she distracted him. "Aaaahhhh!" he gasped. She'd reached the hairy root of his cock. Her lips swarmed into the curly tangle, and her fingers coiled and milked his aching balls.
Rapid pulses began deep in Kathy's throat, tight little waves that ran up the length of his cock. They crashed against his hairy loins.
"Uuuung," he groaned. "You sure can suck cock!"
"Hhhhmmmmm," she purred, pleased with the progress she had made, thrilled with the power it gave her. He grunted and moaned in response to the tug of her lips, sounds growing louder as frantic sucking became more intense.
"AAAAGGGHHHHHH!"
No doubt Bonnie heard that joyous moan.
"Ed?" Bonnie asked in hazy confusion.
"I'm Don, remember?"
"Ungh! Yeah. Ooooh, yeah! But he's here in the house," she said. "I can hear his voice. God, I can't let him see us like this!"
Don had thrown her on the bed and straddled her, pushing her knees up with his shoulders until her kicking feet pointed toward the ceiling. Now she kicked in a writhing struggle of sheer delight, drumming her heels on the hard muscles of his back.
"He's with Kathy," Don said. "She's probably sucking his cock."
"Oooooooh," Bonnie said, stunned by the fury of Don's sudden attack.
"She's very good," he whispered into Bonnie's ear. "She makes tense, smooth waves inside her throat..."
"Aaahhhh, like this?" Bonnie's cunt began a rolling motion, sleek and slow.
"Faster," Don said with a grunt. "Tighter!"
"Hhhhaaa, like this!"
"Yyyyyeah! Damn, I like your pussy!"
"Dancing tones the muscles -- UUUNNNNGH! -- and gives you great control."
Don fucked into her deep and hard, spurred by the kicking of her feet. Thick hair around the base of his prick thumped on Bonnie's thinly padded crotch. She bucked and twisted, thrusting her hips to meet each jolting stab of Don's thick cock.
The tightness of her cunt amazed him. Her snug pussy lips clawed at the root of his prick while deep inside she squeezed his bulging knob with slithering coils of soft friction. Wild fuck motions began at her shoulders pinned beneath his arms and ran down her spine with the force of a runaway truck. He could feel rigid bone under thin bands of seething muscle.
"AAAGGGHHH!" Don cried. Cunt like hers was too good to keep pinned. "Get on top! Dance on my cock!"
He held her shoulders and pitched over on his side, dragging her with him, rolling until he lay on his back with her limber body on his, speared like a fish.
"OOOOOH, I like it here!" she moaned. "Now I cm really fuck your cock!"
Don threw his head back, arching himself as she screwed down feather-light on the upraised length of his prick. He stilled his demanding jackhammer thrusts and decided to let her do all the work.
Bonnie leaned down, extending her lips toward his. Don felt his cock slipping out of her wet and slow until just the thick-ridged knob remained in her grasp.
"Kiss me," she said. "Give me your tongue and I'll fuck it too!"
Her lips clamped on his while her pussy turned like a screw.
"Gruuuungh!" Don said, shooting out his tongue. She met his thrusting tongue with hers, dueling. She stabbed at him one moment and sucked hard the next. Don gave a howl of delight and felt his eyeballs sinking into his skull.
Bonnie reared back, squirming on the long spike of his cock. Their lips pulled apart. Her tongue flicked wildly in the empty air and her cunt became a seething vise of raw pleasure.
"You said, dance on your cock..." Her eyes fluttered shut and her long, lean body began to sway above, him. "What kind of dance do you want? A waltz, all dreamy and slow?"
She moved her hips in wide, sweeping turns. "Or maybe a samba?" Swift vibrations followed. "Or how about some good old time rock and roll?"
"Yeah!" Don liked them all. His cock whipped back and forth like a palm in a tropical storm fluttered by gentle breezes one minute, torn by hurricane winds the next. "Shit!"
She braced her long arms on his chest, fingers spread and hooked into his muscle strands. Her slender thumbs rested on his taut, dark-red nipples and she began to tease them with the same motions that sprang from her pussy.
"AAAAGGGHHIJH!" Don growled. Sparks flashed before his eyes.
"Do my tits too," she said. "Twist them, turn them, make my little pussy dance anyway you want!"
Her pointed, jutting tits were firm, crowned by taut little nipples hardly larger than his. The slightest touch sent her pussy into rhythmic spasms of sheer delight. Dan set the tempo of her moves by how he worked her tits -- slow to enjoy sleek friction, faster to feel the quaking pulse from deep in her loins, faster still to swim in writhing joy.
"Aaaaah," he moaned. "AAAAHHHH! HHHHHAAAAAA!"
Shit, what is she doing to him? Kathy wondered. She was seasoned enough not to feel jealousy when she heard her husband's anxious cries, but the wildly different sounds did spark her curiosity.
"Bonnie was a dancer," Ed explained. "She can do wild things with her cunt... incredible control."
"Gruuuaaahhh!" they heard Don cry.
Ed gave a shudder and said, "I damn near forgot how good her fucking cunt can be!"
That was something strange Kathy had discovered about sharing sexual pleasures. Instead of weakening the bond between two people, it seemed to make it more intense. The young blonde already felt eager to grab Don's cock and stimulate the varied pitch of his wild cries with the magic working of her own cunt. But first she had to show Ed how good she could be!
"Muummmmph," she moaned, diving for the root of his cock.
"Oooooh, shit!" Ed had never felt such frantic suction. She tugged with her squirming lips and snaked her fingers around his balls. One ball she brushed lightly with a touch as sleek as fur and the other she gripped and twirled as tightly as he could stand. Contrasting jolts of shocking pleasure rocked Ed's powerful body one way then the other. He began to shiver like a frail reed in a windstorm.
"I'm going to cum!" he said with a savage grunt.
The pull of her lips told him to go ahead, the quaking spasm from deep in her throat told him she was anxious to drink hot jism.
"Bonnie doesn't like it," he groaned. "Can't stand the greasy taste!"
Quick motions of her lips signaled Kathy's desire. She hungered for the taste of cum. She wanted to feel him spurt deep in her throat.
"Oooooooh!" Ed gasped. He could not mistake the message that sparked from her churning lips. "You want it, don't you little witch? You want your mouth fucked full of creamy cum!"
"Yyyaaaah!" she gasped, bobbing her head faster and faster, fluttering her enticing golden hair.
Ed gazed down on dancing waves of gold. He clasped his hands in her hair, running his fingers through the silky mass until he had her head locked in a vise-like grip. "Okay, sugar lips... you asked for it. Hot damn, I'm going to really fuck your pretty face. I'm going to beat on your lips until you're black and blue!"
"MMMUUUMPH!" she cried. He jerked her head back and forth to meet the mouth-ripping thrusts of his massive cock.
Kathy's vision blurred and she blinked her eyes, dizzy from the speed of grinding delight. She knew what he must be feeling -- wild desire too long held back. It surged inside him now like a vicious beast straining to burst free.
If she had struggled against him or tried in any way to resist the brutal strength of his massive cock, the frantic push and pull of his powerful hands might have snapped her neck. But she let herself melt with the heat of his wild desire and she flowed with him, her whole body pitching and tossing like a twig in a raging current.
"Mmmuuugh," she groaned. It was the most thrilling face fuck she'd ever known. She loved his crushing strength and savored the heat of his searing cock.
Ed sensed her spans of shocking joy. His thrashing body strained, and he pulled tense, uttering a high-pitched squeal as the whole length of his great cock began to twitch. He clenched his teeth, grinding them and forcing himself to hold back. He could not.
Kathy shuddered from the shock of his first wet burst. Cum gushed from the driving piston of his cock, hitting the soft wall of her tight throat where it splattered and stuck like thick glue.
She gulped to get his jism down and braced for another jarring shock. She loved it -- loved the power, loved the bitter-sweet taste that lingered between explosive bursts.
Bonnie heard Ed's squeal of extreme delight, a cry as piercing as a siren wail. She shivered in response and sent rippled waves down Don's throbbing cock.
Then she caught the rhythm of his explosive grunts. Her cunt pulled tight with each one, milking Don's prick... silently begging him to cum as she knew Ed was now.
Her impulsive demands made Don squirm in rapture. This was the most exciting rhythm yet. Her fuck-crazy cunt went wild and clawed at his cock with jealous waves. She knew Ed's big prick was gushing cum, and she wanted to feel jism spurt even if it had to gush from another cock.
"Cum, damn you! CUM!" She twisted down, snapped back up and dropped on him again. His cock sank deep in her seething pussy. Her soft brown cur is spiraled down on his thick mat, her slender cunt lips squirmed and her clit began to tingle.
"Fuck!" she cried, "You're doing it to me! You're going to make me cuuuummmm!"
That's what he'd been waiting for. No cunt is better than one burning out of control. The first tremors of approaching orgasm caused tense shivers, then jolts of grinding joy. Bonnie rocked back her head, arms braced behind her. Her eyes were clamped shut and her lips were spread wide as a scream of passion erupted from deep in her chest.
Don kept one thumb spinning wildly around a tit he could hardly reach. The other hand slid down her limber body, feeling the mounting tension that made her muscles flex like steel.
He pawed her thick muff of cunt hair and tugged at the tightly curled strands, then his finger dipped into her juicy pussy slit. Leaning backward thrust out the nub of her clit. He caught her clit between his thumb and third finger and twisted back and forth.
"OOOOOH, GOD! OOOH, SHIT!" Grinding pressure on her clit sent blue-white sparks shooting through the lids of her tightly closed eyes.
Don's first finger settled on the dented head of her clit while he kept twisting below. "Fuck!" Bonnie cried in a pleading voice. "FUCK! FUCK!"
He stabbed upward with his cock, bucking so hard and fast that he nearly threw her off. She groaned and spiraled down on him just as his cock began to spurt.
Ellen heard passionate grunts even before she opened the door. In the living room, she saw Kathy down on her knees, playfully licking the last drops from the cock of a barrel-chested man she'd never seen before. From the back of the house, Don's voice wailed familiar sounds of savage delight.
George stepped into the room behind her. "Looks like they're having a house warming," he said.
"Some nerve!" Ellen said, "Damn them for starting without us..."
Chapter Ten
Ellen began undressing even before George had closed the front door. She'd worn a tattered blouse and faded jeans for the work of moving, but underneath she had on a lacy black bra and a pair of sheer black bikini panties. She believed in being prepared, anywhere... any time. And Ellen had found that a few wisps of lacy black were often more provocative than offering herself stripped completely naked.
Her long, velvet-soft black hair was bound beneath a checkered cloth. She took that off and shook the long strands free, letting them tumble down her back in silken waves.
Ed blinked when he first saw her. His cock gave a last dry throb and slipped out of Kathy's mouth.
"Hi," Ellen said. Her flashing eyes ran up and down Ed's powerfully muscled frame. "I'm Ellen, and this is my husband George. We live here too."
"Ah, yeah," Ed gulped. He couldn't pull his eyes from the shadowed cleft between her creamy tits. Her twin tits bulged invitingly out of her bra. "Kathy told me about your going together to get the house. I'm Ed. I live across the street."
Another of Bonnie's frantic yelps of joy came rattling down the hall. "And that must be your wife," Ellen guessed.
"Er, yeah. That's Bonnie." Saying her name brought back a chill, but it only lasted a few seconds. The sight of Ellen's lush curves, her inviting smile, and the gleam of excitement flashing in her dark eyes started his cock to swell again. A few hard beats of his heart made Bonnie's wailing seem as distant as the moon.
Kathy slipped away silently and went to greet George with a whispered hello. She could see that Ellen had her eyes on Ed, and unless George had other ideas, she planned to watch. By then she thought Bonnie and Don would need a break, too, and later the four... or maybe all six of them could work out something really interesting between them.
Ellen's smile grew wider as she watched the spontaneous swelling of Ed's big cock. "We all wondered how our... our arrangement would be accepted by the neighbors," she said.
He shot back a wet-lipped grin and said, "If anybody bitches, I'll bet it's because they're jealous as hell!"
"That's human nature," she agreed. "The most self-righteous prude I ever knew turned out to be a real weirdo underneath."
"Yeah, I think our self-appointed saviors try to outlaw the things they really want to do."
Ellen's tongue flicked across her parted lips. Her gaze dropped to the gleaming hardness of Ed's cock, and a rasp of in drawn breath put an end to their discussions of moralistic busybodies.
He stood gazing fondly, still somewhat uncertain. It seemed almost too good to be true, first the sexy little blonde and now a raven-haired temptress, both hot for his cock. He couldn't help wondering what would happen when Bonnie rejoined the group. The sounds of her lewd fucking still filtered down the hall.
Ellen circled her arms around Ed's bull neck and ground her sleek, nylon-covered crotch against pulsing knob of his massive prick. "I like a man with a lot of muscle," she purred.
"And I can't wait to get my hands on those tits of yours!"
She answered with cooing sounds and raked his chest with her lace trimmed globes.
"AAGGGHHH!" he said, wrenching his arms up between them.
"Hhhmmmm," she moaned, melting into the grasp of excited hands. Ed squeezed hard through the filmy covering and then dipped awkwardly inside her bra. "Just rip the damn thing off!"
The stubborn cloth parted with a snap. Ellen gave a sigh of relief as her tits burst free, a soft explosion of warmth that overflowed even Ed's large hands.
"Gggrraaaahhh!" he tried, thumbing her nipples in wide circles of joy.
Ellen's thick red nipples swelled hard beneath his spinning touch. Her head rolled back, her lips parted and she cried. "Kiss me! Give me your tongue!"
He gave her tongue, but not as she had asked. He bowed his head and sucked in half of one soft-jutting tit, all that his mouth would hold. His tongue arched back and lashed her protruding nipple in a tight wet spiral of lusty desire. Ed had never fucked a woman with more tit than he could swallow.
Ellen whimpered lusty sounds and wrenched her shoulder back, thrusting to stuff his mouth until he thought his jaw would break. "Suck it," she roared, "Eat my tits... gobble them both at once!"
She sagged in his arms, limp from the sucking fury of his wild hunger. Ed gripped her strongly beneath her arms, his mouth still grinding, and he lowered her gently to the couch.
Kneeling beside her, he spread his hands and pressed her bulging tits together until her nipples touched. He worked one against the other, then he spread his lips to suck them both at once, circling and stabbing with his tongue.
Her long hair cascaded into Ed's lap in a silken swirl. Her hair teased his cock every time she jerked her head. His long prick shaft lanced up through a haze of misty black, his red cock knob like a beacon shining above a thundercloud.
Ellen grasped his prick with her hand and beat his long cock with the speed and fury of raging desire. "Fuck me!" she moaned. "Oh, God... I want your big cock!"
Ed moved swiftly for a man of his size and weight. His barrel chest heaved with gushing breaths of expectation. Bonnie would have demanded gentle foreplay and she usually winced at the size of his throbbing cock. The sharp contrast between the two women excited him even more than the furious pumping of Ellen's hand.
"You're so different from my wife!" he exclaimed in a voice rasping with delight.
"Hmm-mmmm," she said, "and when you're back with her, she'll seem different and more exciting too."
"I... I never thought of it that way."
"Don't think, fuck! Ram your big prick into my pussy. Come on, stab it in... rip me apart, flatten my tits with all those other muscles of yours!"
Bonnie entered the room just in time to gaze in wonder at first brutal stab of Ed's enormous prick. She shivered and jerked back, hands crossed hard over her cunt like a protective shield.
"Uuuunnngh!" Ellen groaned.
Then Bonnie realized that Don had just finished fucking her the same way -- thrusting and stabbing with all his strength. But it was different with him, he excited her and made her juices flow.
She could feel them now, a warm sleek dampness covering the fingers of her grasping hand. But it was Ed who excited her now. Don had gone to join his young wife, Kathy, at the bar.
Bonnie gazed in awe at the bands of rippled muscle across Ed's broad shoulders, the trim domes of his ass, and the long power of his mighty cock.
"God, what a piece of meat he has!" Watching his prick glide in and out of Ellen's black-furred cunt slash made it even more exciting.
She watched, muted in shock, her lithe body trembling with wild desire. She muttered to herself. "I never thought... I never thought I could stand to watch Ed fuck another woman!"
George stood beside her and lightly touched Bonnie's hand. "It bothered me the first time too," he said. "Watching Ellen, I mean. Of course, that was a longtime and many cocks ago."
"And it doesn't bother you now?" Bonnie asked in a voice half choked with doubt.
"No, in fact I find it very exciting. I know better than anyone what her cunt can do... I can almost feel it happening to this old cock of mine."
"It... it doesn't look so old to me," Bonnie said after a downward glance.
"You excite me too," he said warmly.
"Really? I mean, your wife has those big, beautiful tits and all that shiny soft black hair..."
"Which is precisely what I am attracted to a beautiful young blonde like Kathy... or a stunning woman with the height and lithe body of a high fashion model, a glorious creature with soft curls framing classic features."
Bonnie's eyes gleamed and she found herself feeling surprisingly at ease with a naked man who was actually a stranger. Her eyes fluttered softly and she felt somewhat embarrassed by his flattery.
"Actually, my face isn't all that pretty," she said. "I think it's rather plain."
"I was talking about your pussy," George said with a beaming grin.
"Oh, God," she said with a sharp gasp of delight. George lifted her hand and led her toward another couch on the other side of the room.
"Another advantage of combining two households," he said. "There's plenty of room for all."
Kathy had been listening and she smiled. "Is her pussy really that good?" she asked Don.
"Not just good... it's great!"
"Better than me?"
"Not better, not worse, just different. I like that."
"I guess that's what this is all about," Kathy said.
"Yeah, and you know what I think would be really different right now?"
Kathy shook her head, tossing her silky mane of spun gold, watching with pride when she saw it reflected in her husband's flashing eyes. "What?" she asked.
"A sexy little blonde, one with hair almost long enough to touch a very shapely ass."
Ed caught fleeting glimpses just before his eyes clamped shut in the searing joy of explosive release. He saw his wife, Bonnie, coil her long, sensuous legs around George's neck while he kissed her hungrily, pressing his tongue between her lips. Then as he bent lower to feast on firm, jutting tits with nipples swollen rock-hard with desire.
Bonnie uttered shrill cries of increasing delight. George swarmed over her, hands and lips working deftly to fan her lust into a screaming rage.
Ed wondered why he had ever let himself forget how sexy and exciting his wife could be. Well, George would find out when she began that crazy cunt dance of hers. Bonnie appeared suddenly more beautiful in his eyes.
He saw Kathy lead her husband, Don, to a high-backed reclining chair in the corner of the room. He sat down and tilted it back about halfway, his hot young cock straining in a rigid upright position, pulsing with urgent desire.
The sleek little blonde turned her back on him, tossing her head and shooting a bold wink toward Ed. Then she settled back, reaching behind her to guide Don's cock into the crack of her ass. His long prick shaft still gleamed with warm oil from the depths of Bonnie's cunt and glided right in.
The parted cheeks of Kathy's ass pressed on to the coarse mat of Don's cock hair, then she giggled and worked her ass back and forth like she wanted to grind his prick right off.
Ellen's joyous rocking surprised Ed even more. She liked nothing better than giving of herself and demanding all a man had in return. She gushed hot breath and growled words of lewd passion in response to each driving thrust of Ed's cock.
"Fuck me." Ellen said. "Harder! Twist it, dig it, screw it in. Rip my cunt! Come, show me what your muscle-bound prick can do! UUUNNNGHHHH!"
Ed slammed all his weight on her, grunting from the obscene pleasure of feeling her hot-nippled tits burn against his chest while he stabbed brutally with his hips.
"Yes! AAAGGGUUUPH! That's it, you big fucker... you're making me cum!"
Ed could feel the riotous seething of her cunt.
Tense, yet somehow incredibly soft muscles swirled around his long cock shaft, squeezing and climbing, then letting go and slipping back.
"I'm cuming too!" he groaned. "I wanted it to go on and on..."
"It will!" Ellen said. "Wear me out, then you can fuck Bonnie, and by then Kathy should be ready for another round."
"Oooooh, shit!" The idea of non-stop fucking added to the mounting pressure rising from his balls. Strong as he was, Ed began to wonder how long he could keep it up.
"AAAAGGGHHH!" Ellen cried. Fierce spasms gripped her lush body and flooded her muscles with insane strength. She arched beneath Ed's grinding weight, lifting him with twisting, jackscrew motions of her hips. Then she crossed her legs, locking his spurting cock in a vicious stronghold.
"HHHUUUNNN!" he moaned. Her thighs and burning cunt lips squeezed hard enough to stop the gushing spurts of cum. The salty taste of jism seemed to back up in his throat. "God damn it, let go!"
Ellen released her throttling clamp and he speared her with vengeful lust. "You fucking whore... I thought I was going to drown in my own cum!"
The swift, savage strokes of his cock made her yearn to choke his cum off again, but the bursting joy of orgasm drained her strength and left her shivering in pleasant exhaustion.
Ed's cries reached a fevered pitch as he jetted out huge bursts of cum. Where it came from, he didn't know. He would have sworn that Kathy had sucked him dry, but he could feel the slick warmth of his cum churning around the knobbed head of his cock.
"Ooooooh," Ellen moaned, pulsing her cunt muscles softly in the warm afterglow. "A cock as slick and wet as that is just right for fucking ass."
"You're kidding!" Ed said. "You want it up your ass?"
"No, not mine," she told him. "I need a minute or two to rest. But look at Bonnie... the way she's bent over George."
While Ed's eyes had been clamped shut from the searing explosions of release, Bonnie had swung around and was now on top of George, milking his prick with the exotic rhythms of her cunt.
She loved the way her movements made him gasp and moan, but for some reason it didn't excite her as wildly as when Don lay beneath her choking with joy. Maybe because it was so much the same. Before she could think what else she might do, Bonnie felt a jarring new shock -- the wet tip of a drooling cock pressed between her ass cheeks to kiss her puckered ass lips.
"Aaaaccck!" she cried. "Ed?"
"It's me, baby... and I'm going to fuck your little ass."
"But George and I -- we're not through."
"Ellen told me he likes it that way."
"What?" she raged in doubt. Ed was pushing his thick cock head in, hurting her with his stubborn strength.
"I do like to double up?" George said. "Nothing makes a cunt better than having another cock beating on it from behind."
"AAAgh, Ed -- damn it, that hurts!"
"Kathy likes it in her ass... look how that little blonde squirms. If she can take it, so can you. Tilt your God damn ass a little or I'll rip it in two!"
"Hhhhoooo!" Bonnie rolled her hips to straighten the angle of Ed's attack... but that put wrenching pressure on George and his long cock below. His prick chafed the floor of her little pussy hole and broke the frantic cadence of her writhing joy.
"Oh, God! I can't stand the two of you at once!"
"Shit, you love it, you lying bitch!" her husband said. He kept pushing, burrowing his thick cock into her upturned ass.
Bonnie yelped when he bottomed deep inside, grinding his tangle of crotch hair on her ass and forcing her down hard on the shaft of George's long prick.
"Hhhuuungh," she groaned in shocking surprise. The pain vanished in the heat of twin stabs of joy.
Ed felt an even greater shock, a wild thump like a beating heart deep in the dark tube of her ass. With a shudder, he figured out what it was -- the head of another cock drumming on the other side of a slender wall.
Both men began to chant wild grunts as they rammed and battered the frail membrane between her ass and pussy.
Bonnie felt her flesh bow one way and then the other, inflamed by the heat friction on both sides. She rocked back and forth between them, her numb lips muttering sounds of obscene rapture. Two cocks at once, cunt and asshole both straining and trembling with wild tension she had never felt before.
Ellen had caught her breath by then. Smiling, she crossed the room to join the tangled trio on the other couch. Ed's taut-muscled ass bobbed up and down before her flashing eyes, but he was so intent on ass fucking his wife that he didn't know Ellen was there.
Her black hair fell across his back as she leaned down. Ed reacted to that with a low gasp of pleasure, then he jerked and howled when she wiggled her tongue in the crack of his ass.
"Shit," he cried.
"Don't you dare. I'm going to tease that big assfucking cock of yours from the inside."
Ed tensed and tried to pull away, half crushing Bonnie with his nervous writhing. She in turn bore down on George, his cock root scraped almost raw by the frantic grinding of her cunt.
By the wildest and most indirect route she could imagine, Ellen coaxed George toward the ripping joy of orgasm. She wiggled a long finger into Ed's ass and took slow, twisting stabs at the root of his cock.
Ed yelped a cry of pain that softened into moaning joy. Bonnie gulped and gasped, her lithe body trembling between two driving cocks.
George had to fight for breath beneath the combined weight. His lungs burned and he uttered tortured cries until a steaming explosion rocked his aching balls.
Don and Kathy joined in the chorus of wailing joy. He had his hands beneath her arms and fingers spread to cap her tits while his thumbs turned excitedly on her nipples. Kathy happily twisted her own clit, tightening her dizzy spiral of joy.
"I just love our new house!" Kathy murmured when the last tremor had settled into blissful calm.
Don cradled his young wife in his arms and whispered, "I love our new way of life."
