Maggie sipped her Black Jack and water and surveyed the other patrons of the saloon in the mirror behind the bar. A stately strawberry roan filly with thoroughbred lines, she naturally attracted the attention of men whether she wanted it or not.
Tonight, she didn't want attention. Or company. She let her eyes rove in the mirror, careful not to let her gaze dwell too long on any one person. She knew several of the people. She hoped they forgot their innate western hospitality for the moment and didn't stop by to chat.
Maybe I shouldn't even be here, she thought. Maybe I should have stayed home and found something to occupy my mind so I wouldn't think about how Bobby always works late and seems to have forgotten that I even exist.
"Hello, Margaret," a deep baritone voice said next to her.
Shit! I knew it would happen! Now I've got to fend off the advances of some half-drunk Lothario who thinks I'm fair game because I've got big tits and I'm sitting in a saloon by myself. Why can't they ever understand that no means no!
She turned her head slowly and looked at the man. "Oh, Jake. Hello."
"Oh, Jake?" he chuckled. "You make it sound as if I just got back from the moon or a suicide mission. Were you expecting someone?"
Maggie shook her head. "No. To be very honest, I thought you were some boozed-up masher trying to score a quick tumble in the hay."
"If I were, I could do a hell of a lot worse," Jake replied sincerely. "You looked pensive when I walked in. Am I disturbing you? I'll go sit at the end of the bar if you'd rather be alone."
"No, stay," she said quickly. "I'll even buy you a drink." She signaled the bartender. "Where's your wife?"
"Unless my calendar is wrong, this is her night with the girls. Bridge, coffee, gossip, plastic-wear party, home jewelry sales. Whatever. She tells me to get lost and does her own thing every Wednesday night.
"Yessir," the bartender said, automatically wiping the bar in front of Jake. "What'll it be? The usual?"
"Well, if I remember the lady's preference, the same she's having. And bring her another."
"Yes sir. Two Black Jack and branch water, no ice, coming up."
Maggie said, "You flatter me."
"Why, because I remember what you drink? I remember a lot about you, Maggie. I've had a crush on you since high school."
Maggie pushed her empty glass across the bar and picked up the fresh drink the bartender delivered. "Cheers," she said, lifting her glass to Jake. "I never knew."
"I didn't want you to know. Your family had money and mine was dirt poor. My old man was a lush who lost the K-Bar-6, remember. Don't think I'll ever live down the shame."
"None of that would have made any difference to me, Jake," Maggie replied quietly, sincerely.
"I thought it would."
Maggie shrugged. "You're the best lawyer in the county now. Maybe even in the state. Surely that makes up for a lot."
"Still a small county, Maggie. People don't forget those things." He took a sip of his drink. "Let's talk about something else. What are you doing out alone tonight?"
"Bobby is working late. Again. As usual. Take your pick. I just stopped in for a quick drink. Until you came along, I thought maybe I made a mistake. Some of the guys were beginning to give me the eye. With you here, I won't have to fend off lewd suggestions."
Jake chuckled. "I'll try to keep my suggestions from being too lewd." (r) "Why, Jake! Are you making a pass at me? What would Karen say?"
Jake put a quarter on the bar. "Go call her and ask her yourself."
"I should call your wife and ask her if it's okay to mess around with her husband? Sure I will," Maggie said ironically.
"Suit yourself."
"Don't hand me that line. What would you do if I did call her?"
"Wait right here for you. And, when she told you she had no objection, ask you to go upstairs with me. I want you, Maggie. I want you badly."
His proposition stunned her. She shook her head as she felt a heavy flow of juice from her pussy soak the crotch of her panties. "As you said, this is a small town. Everybody knows everybody. If you fart too loud, everybody knows. If you registered for a room and I left here with you, it would be all over town within an hour. I don't need that kind of grief."
"Karen is a city slicker, Maggie. She's a good gal, but she's a city slicker. City folks aren't like the people in this town. She won't give you any grief." He pushed the quarter closer to her. "Go ahead, ask her. I'm not feeding you a line of bullshit."
"Maybe she wouldn't give me any grief, but Bobby would. We aren't on the best of terms right now as it is."
"I don't have to register for a room. I keep one for out-of-town clients. Some of them have to drive three or four hours to get here, as you well know. Your ranch is an hour out of town. I spend Wednesday night here every so often, when Karen's parties run late. I'll leave first, you wait ten minutes or so and join me. Karen says I have the most talented tongue in the west. Don't you want to see for yourself?"
Maggie shook her head again. "Jake, if I hadn't known you most of my life, I'd say you're one arrogant, insufferable son of a bitch. I could call you that anyway, since you're a very successful lawyer. But, because we've been friends so long, I'll just remind you I'm married and say I'm not interested."
Liar! You know you're interested. You melt when a man licks your clit. How long has it been since Bobby ate your pussy? Can you even remember'! She shivered inside. You've had too much to drink, girl. You're about to march your cute ass up those stairs and see if he's telling the truth. Get out of here before you do something you might regret.
"Sure you are. Every woman is interested in being eaten until her knees are weak. If you and Bobby aren't hitting it off very well, you need someone like me. You probably do anyway. He doesn't strike me as the type who cares too much about a woman's pleasure."
Maggie's hand shook as she lifted her glass and emptied it in one gulp. She hoped he didn't hear the glass clink against her teeth. "Don't do this to me, Jake. Don't try to make it sound like an act of compassion. I don't need a mercy fuck, thank you very much anyway."
You'd better put some conviction in your voice if you expect him to believe you, girl! You sound like a weak-kneed pushover with round heels.
"No, you don't," Jake agreed. "And I wasn't trying to make it sound as if you do. Even if I knew you were getting everything you want and need from Bobby, I would still want you. I know, without an iota of doubt, you have one of the sweetest pussies this side of heaven, one a man who enjoys the taste of pussy could eat for hours."
"Whoa," Maggie muttered. "This conversation . has gotten close up and personal."
"Close up and personal is where I want to be," he replied. "With you. Room two-two-five. I'll wait ten minutes." He tossed a twenty-dollar bill on the bar and said to the bartender, "Give the lady another drink if she wants one, Carl. Keep the change." He strolled out without a backward glance.
Carl looked at Maggie and lifted one eyebrow.
She shook her head. "No. Time I started the long drive home and I don't want to smash up my buggy on the way. Even though Mr. Steele is the best lawyer around, he couldn't help me if I kill myself."
Carl nodded and smiled. "Good night, Mrs. Lord. Drive carefully."
Maggie went through the lobby to the ladies' room, waited a few minutes, then ducked around the corner to the stairs.
Wonder if Carl heard our conversation. He wouldn't deliberately spread the word, but he might let a casual remark slip to the wrong person. Did Jake really expect me to call his wife? Was he trying to give me some sort of message when he talked about Karen's parties? If so, I don't know what. If she sees a lover on Wednesday nights, the gossip would have spread all over the county long ago. Well, there's the door. If Jake, or more specifically his tongue, lives up to his own billing, the chance I'm taking might be worth it. If I'm going to back out, I'd better do it now. Once I cross that threshold, there's no turning back.
Her knees felt so weak, from both doubt and nervous anticipation, she was surprised they weren't knocking. She took a deep breath and tapped lightly on the door.
CHAPTER TWO
Jake opened the door immediately, and stepped aside for Maggie to enter.
"Hello, again," she said, slightly breathless.
He smiled and said, "Hello, beautiful lady." He gestured for her to enter, turned to face her, and eyed her voluptuous body from head to foot.
"You aren't dressed like a successful lawyer, you know." She blurted out the first thing that came to mind, speaking more to hide her nervousness than make casual conversation. "I expected to see you in a suit and tie, not jeans, western shirt and boots."
"Folks around here don't like a suit and tie," he replied with a wry smile. He understood what she was doing. "Reminds them of city slickers out to skin them. Would you like a drink? I keep a well-stocked bar here. Some of my clients are pretty hard drinkers. You know how grizzled ranchers like their liquor."
She caught the reference to his father. "I've already had too much to drink or I wouldn't be here."
"Rationalize it however you wish," he said quietly. His eyes twinkled with amusement and wisdom as he put his arms around her trim waist, and began to fondle the cheeks of her stately ass as he put his lips on hers.
Her generous lips instantly softened and she gave in to the kiss without hesitation. His tongue felt like a spike of liquid fire as it probed deeply into her mouth. Her tongue began to fence with his, driving him back with quick darts and lunges, then allowing him to advance again.
He took a step back and ran his hands over her curvy hips. "Such a glorious, sensational woman," he murmured. "I'm glad you're here." He took another step back. In a studied, almost spellbinding tantalizing manner, he held her gaze as he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.
Sparse dark brown hair straggled from his chest into his pants. Silently, she approved. Hairy men turned her off. She thought he must spend a lot of time in the sun without a shirt to keep such a deep, even tan. His cock and balls made a conspicuous bulge in his tight-fitting jeans.
The moment of truth had arrived. She could still leave, but only if she made her move immediately. One passionate kiss didn't obligate her. A shiver of fear and anticipation, and powerful longing, ran up her spine.
"You're pretty damned sure of yourself, aren't you?" she muttered, her voice quivering with excitement she couldn't conceal.
"Sure enough," he replied. "You're here, aren't you?"
"Maybe I shouldn't be. Maybe I should just get up and leave right now, before this goes too far."
He looked at her tits, at her stiff nipples trying to poke holes her shirt, and knew she wasn't wearing a bra. "Maybe you should cut out the innocent little girl crap. If you didn't want what I offered, you wouldn't be here. Take off your shirt. Show me your tits."
He was no longer the gentle man she had known most of her life. And she was glad he wasn't. At the moment, she needed his authoritarian self-assurance to overcome her indecisiveness, felt an overwhelming urge to obey his commanding manner. Her pussy insisted she couldn't leave until she found out how well he licked clit. His intense presence made her mind agree. Docilely, she unbuttoned her shirt and slid if off her shoulders.
Her large, luscious tits stood out from her chest, solid, haughty. The tangerine-colored buds of her long, thick nipples stood hard and erect. She put her hands under the heavy mounds and caressed the underside of the firm globes as her thumbs danced over her tumid nipples. She couldn't help herself. She had to display her tits for him, let him see how much his admiring gaze pleased her.
"Magnificent," he said softly, referring to her tits.
His measuring eyes sparkled with fervor as he ogled her sumptuous tits. His scrutiny was cool, calculated, intriguing her that he could remain so calm while looking at such first-rate examples of mammary flesh. She tried to remember, and couldn't, how Karen's tits compared to hers. The thought of how his tongue would feel when it touched her clit consumed her mind.
Jake opened her jeans, yanked them and her panties down to her knees. He pushed her back, seated her on the edge of the bed, and removed her boots and thick socks. He pulled her panties and jeans over her feet and tossed them aside.
"Gorgeous," he said. "You don't know how often I fantasized about seeing you naked."
His eyes roamed freely over her stately body before his glance drifted down to the abundant mossy triangle of auburn hair covering the protuberant mound at the base of her belly.
She wondered if he told his wife the same thing about her body, if he had his line down pat and used it with every woman he fucked. Involuntarily, her legs opened wide under his serene, cool gaze. Sparkling moisture glistened brightly in the silky curls of the enchanting forest of red pussy fur. She put her hand in her crotch, tentatively touched her pussy. She snatched her hand away when she felt her wetness, embarrassed that he could see the evidence of her excitement.
He smiled, allowed his eyes to rove over the length of her satin-smooth body as he removed his pants. His cock sprang up, jutted from his loins like a mighty wand, ready to work its magic between her thighs.
The sight of his compelling prick transformed her. Ardor surged through her, bolstering her courage. Until that moment, she hadn't been sure she could even let him eat her pussy, let alone fuck her. Now, she knew it would be hours before she left the room. And when she did, she would be one happy camper! More juice poured down her channel to collect between the lips of her cunt.
"Gorgeous cock," she said softly. She reached out, wrapped one hand around his thick shaft and cupped his balls in her other hands. "Balls like a prize bull." She hefted his heavy nuts. "Full of cum. And it's all mine."
He went to his knees, gently caressed the softness of her creamy thighs. She sucked in her breath and shivered with pleasure, with stimulation she hadn't felt in months.
His eyes feasted on the charming, hair covered knoll between her legs, at the exciting pink slit peeking through the thick thatch of auburn hair as his hands glided tenderly over the silky flesh on the inside of her thighs.
"The softest, smoothest place on a woman's body," he whispered. "Like the most luxurious velvet." He kissed her tender cleft. "Exquisite pussy. Just as I knew it would be. And I know it's going to taste even better than it looks."
He lifted her legs over his shoulders and pressed his lips to her sweltering nether mouth. She moaned, looked down at him and caressed the top of his head amorously. Her pelvis lurched upward, framing his face in the sexy swirls of auburn pubic hair.
"Oh, Jake, baby, eat my pussy. Eat it good, baby. No one has gone down on me in such a long time."
He extended his tongue, began to wash her crotch and the gash between the meaty lips of her cunt. He scrubbed her twat methodically, igniting additional blazes of lust in her belly. Taunting her, he ran the tip of his tongue around the thick stud of her clitoris, working the sensitive pleasure button into a center of throbbing lust. Then his tongue once again slid down her watery crack and speared aggressively into the nectar-laden channel of her cunt.
"Oh, Jake!" she whimpered breathlessly. "Your tongue feels so good! Fuck me with your tongue, baby!"
Maggie found his tongue as skillful as he promised. Whimpering from the extreme passion he generated in her cunt, her hips bucking with each tenacious stab of his tongue, she grabbed his head and buried his face in her boiling twat. The fleshy lips of her steamy snatch sandwiched his meaty tongue like a hot bun enclosing a thick sausage.
"Oh, Jake, baby, your tongue is as good as you said. You can really eat pussy! Get it, baby! Get it good! Make me cum, baby! Oh, baby, it's been so damn long and I want to cum so badly!"
He continued to lap her scrumptious quim with gusto. Each swirl of his tongue brought the appropriate sighs of bliss and groans of fulfillment from her. He worked her pussy masterfully, his tongue swiping up and down the pulsing lips of plump, excited flesh. He licked deep into the slick well of her saturated cunt, sucking and swallowing, eagerly drinking the prolific flow of savory sex sauce.
The juicy, sloshing sounds drifting from between her legs bombarded her ears, increasing her passion. Having her cunt licked so skillfully after such a long dry spell pushed her rapidly to the peak.
"Oh, Jake!" Maggie cried. "Oh, God, baby, I'm going to cum, baby! My clit, baby! Get my clit! Ooohhh, baby, yes, yessssssl" Quickly, he began to lick her clit furiously again as her body began to buck and spasm tumultously. The delightful, savage ecstasy of her powerful orgasm nearly overwhelmed her. She became a quaking mass of goose flesh and honey. She trembled and jerked violently, screamed her appreciation of his oral talents so loud she rattled the windows. Her orgasm increased by leaps and bounds as he continued to batter her bubbling snatch with frenzied licks and impassioned kisses.
He kept at her, worrying her pussy the way a puppy worries an old shoe, transferring his tongue to the well of her cunt long enough to let her slack off, then returning it to her clit to bring her off again.
Soon, her entire crotch became as sensitive as her clit and she climaxed wildly no matter where his tongue touched her. Her throat got raspy from screaming. Her body became as limp as an old dish rag. She pushed feebly at his head, silently begging him to stop.
She didn't believe him when he had said he would eat her pussy until her knees were weak.
She should have. Her knees, every muscle in her body, felt as weak as worn-out rubber bands.
At long last, after she had cum again, and yet again, he withdrew his tongue from the hot, flowing channel of her cunt, gave it one last kiss, and stood up between her inviting, wide-spread thighs. Putting her legs over his shoulders to lift her cunt up to a better angle, he prepared to fuck her.
CHAPTER THREE
Through the orgasmic fog clouding her mind, she grasped his intent. "Oh, yes, baby," she moaned. "Fuck me now. Let me have your big cock! Oh, fuck, baby, fuck me."
She continued to shudder in orgasm as the swollen head of his cock wormed into the mouth of her receptive sex chamber. He lurched forward, slamming their crotches together with a loud thump as his long shaft plunged deep into the water-logged folds of her sweltering love tunnel.
Instinctively, her cuntal sheath began to contract and suck his skewering rod. He screwed his hips around, grinding his crotch against hers, stuffing her full of hot, demanding cock. Her mouth hung open as she writhed in the pleasure of his lascivious invasion. Incoherent moans and groans of total sexual fulfillment poured from her throat.
He stayed motionless for a few moments, locked deep in the torrid tunnel of her belly. She was a soft mass of voluptuous female flesh. His cock jerked and twitched inside her, anxious to release its load into the fiery, grappling recesses of her splendid cunt. The tightness, the liveliness of her channel delighted him.
He resisted the urge to blow his load immediately, held himself immobile, soaking in the wonderful torment of postponement. He caressed her tits and belly tenderly as she slowly descended from the dizzying heights of orgasmic pleasure.
Her eyelids fluttered open. The misty, faraway look in her eyes was mute testimony to the satisfaction his tongue and mouth gave her. She put both hands in her crotch and gently caressed the lips of her pussy and the sides of his cockshaft with delicate fingers.
"God, baby," she sighed heavily. "I thought I would lose my mind! I'll never doubt the skill of your tongue again. Fuck me now. I won't cum again, but I love the way your cock feels in me and you need to cum. Don't worry about me. Have fun and cum whenever you're ready." She gave him an angelic smile, happily offering up her cunt for his enjoyment.
He leaned over and put his mouth on hers. Their tongues performed an erotic snake dance with each other. She contracted the muscles of her cunt around his rigid prick, sending lances of pleasure through the thick length of his sex meat. His hips twitched and bucked forward, sliding his throbbing prick further into the depths of her cunt.
He pulled all the way back and slammed into her sex channel with a squishy sound. The blunt end of his prick hit the mouth of her womb. She took the full impact of his lunge with a grunt of surprise as he hit bottom. The turmoil of yet another orgasm caught her attention.
"Oh, fuck, baby!" she moaned. "God, I can't believe I'm going to cum again! Oh, my God, yes! Fuck me. Fuck meeeeeel" He shafted her cunt furiously, burying his cock to the hilt again and again. Time after time, he thrust into her depths, serving her the full portion of his hot rod, relishing the way the quivering, juicy folds of her cunt walls devoured him. The blood-gorged head of his prick banged into the mouth of her womb with each hard thrust. The electrifying friction inflamed the sensitive surface of his cockhead.
His cock became a rugged, battering ram, a lusty prod that probed her tightly clinging channel, piercing her impatiently, packing her greedy quim full. Slurpy sounds drifted up from her crotch as he pronged her energetically. She squeezed him with her lively muscles, milked his cock avidly, clutched at the fervent bludgeon filling the hot recesses of her cunt as her own passion built anew. The renewal of her eroticism told her she had utterly underestimated her own lust and deprivation, her own capacity when she said she wouldn't cum again.
Her heavy tits, two big ripe melons of firm flesh, quaked and quivered from the force of his thrusts. Her bloated nipples stood thick and arrogant, signifying her intense pleasure of his cock. She writhed and bucked on the bed in front of him, moaning continually under the increasing assault of his fucking.
Her fabulous, tight cunt squeezed and sucked wildly at the full length of his shaft, sending a series of sizzling sensations shooting through both of them. The lusting, hair-fringed mouth between her thighs ate him greedily, tried to devour him, balls and all.
His balls burned, felt as if they were filled with molten lava. He began to buck faster and harder. Her voluptuous body accepted him willingly, complemented his increased tempo with corresponding movements. The cheeks of her shapely ass bounced on the mattress as he lunged in and out of her accommodating cunt. A robust hurricane of lust and desire raged collectively within them, fused them into a single being.
"Ohyesohyesohyes," she chanted, running her words together in her excitement. "It's so good, baby. So fucking goood! I'm cummmmmming!"
She clamped her cunt muscles around his prick so severely he could barely move. Gathering his strength, he powered through the constriction, driving her further into her orgasm. And bringing on his own searing climax. Sweat dripped from every pore of his body as he rammed into her, pulled back, then rammed her again. The fiery load from his balls began to flood the heated receptacle in her belly.
Maggie squealed with ultimate gratification as the hot jism gushed into her. She continued to buck and twist and fuck back at him for a few more moments, then her body became a heap of slack muscles, completely spent.
Jake's knees turned to water. He dropped her legs and knelt on the floor. He peeled the lips of her pussy open, kissed the soggy gash and licked her clit lovingly. He struggled up and crawled on the bed by her.
Maggie rolled over and knelt by his hip. She lowered her head, scooped his limp prick into her mouth, and sucked it clean. "Do you eat and fuck all of your women so well?" she asked. Quickly, she added, "No, I don't want to know. It doesn't matter. All that matters is the way you did me." She kissed him tenderly. "Thank you, Jake. I don't think any one has ever fucked me so well." She got off the bed and waited a moment to be sure her legs would work. "You really dumped a load in my pussy. The damn stuff is dribbling down my legs. Don't run away. I'll be right back as soon as I take care of the necessaries."
"I don't have the energy to run away," he mumbled.
When she returned from the bathroom, he was still sprawled on the bed. She found her panties and stuffed them in the pocket of his jeans. "A souvenir of the first time you had me," she chuckled.
"The first time, huh? Doesn't that mean there will be other times?"
"You sound like a lawyer. Maybe I meant the only time."
"No," he replied. "You're very intelligent. You know the difference between first and only." "Want a cigarette?" "Nope. Smoking will kill you."
"Life will kill you, baby," she quipped. "You start to die the day you're born."
"That's a hell of a way to look at life," he said.
"Not really. I'm going to have all the fun I can while I can. Hell, I might even go home and throw my husband's ass right out in the front yard. He's given me nothing but grief for the past year." She dug her cigarettes out of her handbag, lit one and sat on the bed with her back against the headboard.
"I wasn't a virgin when I married Bobby, but this is the first time I've cheated on him. Isn't that a blast? I worry about cheating on a man who hasn't fucked me in months. You cheat on Karen a lot, don't you?"
"Cheating means you take something away from your mate or you do something with another person you won't do with him or her. In your case, you aren't cheating. Bobby doesn't give you what you need. You aren't giving me anything you wouldn't give him. I'm sure you'd gladly give him all he could handle if he showed any interest. In my case, I'm not cheating because Karen approves and I never neglect her."
"I'm not prying, Jake. I'm just curious. You're a very good lover. You can read a woman's desires. You didn't develop such skills without a lot of practice with a lot of different women."
"Thanks for saying I'm a good lover. I sure try to be. I love women, Maggie. I discriminate, but not on the basis of looks or age. I expect a good personality, cleanliness, willingness and cooperation. Karen knows I have other women and approves. She said my love of women is one of the things that attracted her in the first place. If you don't believe she approves of what I do, call her. Get the word from the horse's mouth, so to speak."
Maggie didn't believe him, but she wasn't about to call his wife. Maybe Karen didn't object to Jake fucking around because she simply didn't like to fuck. Maybe she had her own little thing going with another stud and wouldn't appreciate being interrupted. Maybe Jake was lying. At the moment, she couldn't care less. He had a talented tongue and a superb cock, and he knew how to use both. Why look a gift horse in the mouth?
He was giving her what she wanted, what she needed, with no false promises or entanglements. Take the pleasure and run. If his wife or her husband became a problem, she would deal with it, if and when it arose.
"Nice room," she said, changing the subject. "Well-stocked bar and at least some of the comforts of home. Do you also provided compliant women for your clients?"
"Nope. They're on their own there. Carl keeps a list of available companions."
Maggie lifted both eyebrows. "Oh? In a small town like this?"
"Lady, there are willing women in a town of any size. Some just like to fuck and don't see why they shouldn't get paid for it, some are housewives looking to make a few extra bucks the old man doesn't know about, some work at low-paying jobs and need a little extra to make ends meet. Sex is sort of like lawyering. There's an old story about a young lawyer who set up shop in a small town where he was the only lawyer. He nearly starved. He talked one of his law school chums into also setting up shop there, and soon they were both rich. Supply and demand, baby."
"You said you sometimes stay here on Wednesday night. Are you going home tonight?"
He looked at his watch. "Yeah, later. Karen is playing bridge tonight. They usually finish before midnight. This bed isn't bad, but I prefer to sleep in my own, snuggled up to a warm female body."
"Will she expect you to fuck her when you get home?"
"Maybe. Why?"
"Because I want some more cock."
"Oh, I think we can manage that without depriving Karen."
"Want me to suck you off, or do you want to fuck me again?"
"Doesn't matter to me. Which do you prefer?"
"Don't care as long as I get your cum," Maggie replied.
She put the ashtray aside, rolled over and proceeded to give him a superb blow job. As it turned out, he also fucked her again before she decided she had better go home.
CHAPTER FOUR
Maggie got home a little after midnight. For the first time in months, her mind wasn't a whirlwind of activity as she made the one hour drive from town. She didn't even go to the trouble of making up a story about why she was so late.
She parked her Bronco in the detached garage by Bobby's pickup, closed the door, and strolled toward the house. She glanced at her sister's house and saw a light in the kitchen.
Debra must be working on the books again. I'm glad she does it. I hate book work. And I sure don't trust Bobby or Sam to keep things straight. Not that either of them showed any interest in the ranch. They spend all their time at their piddly little sports store in town. If Debra and I didn't make money with our horses, we'd have to live in a cave and subsist on what we could hunt.
She entered a totally dark house. She dropped her handbag on the couch in the living room and went to the bedroom without turning on a light.
Guess I'd better take a quick shower. Jake had me sweating like a cutting horse at spring round up. God, that man can fuck! He turned me inside out a half dozen times. Can't remember when I've been fucked so well. I would have settled for his tongue. Getting his cock in my pussy and mouth was gravy.
She walked into the bedroom and stopped dead still. Something about the bed didn't look right. She walked closer. The bed was empty. She turned on the lamp by the side of the bed and saw the sheet of paper propped against the pillow. She read Bobby's scrawl without picking up the note, turned and walked quickly out of the house, and across to Debra's house.
Debra answered her light tap on the kitchen door and said, "Hi, Sis. You're out late."
"Been in town," Maggie said. "Is Sam here?"
"No. He left me a note. Said he was going to Cheyenne. Come on in. I just made a pot of fresh coffee. "Why did you ask about Sam? Something wrong?"
Maggie followed her older sister inside. "Bobby left a note saying he was going to Denver. He didn't say why."
"Sam didn't say why he was going to Cheyenne," Debra said. "I just assumed it was something to do with their store."
Maggie poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table across from Debra. "They've never gone out of town on business before. Why now? Why leave a note? What's so important they couldn't tell us in person? Bobby's pickup is in the garage. They must have gone in Sam's truck. Why would they do that if Sam was going to Cheyenne and Bobby was going to Denver?"
"Maybe Bobby was going to fly there from Cheyenne."
"Maybe," Maggie said. "Maybe there's something going on we don't understand."
"Have you and Bobby been getting along lately?"
"No, not for several months. He's been as skittish as a newborn colt, and very short-tempered. Every time I try to talk to him, I get a litany of my shortcomings and little of the root problem. He bitches daily about the long drive into town. Says he doesn't understand why we can't live in town like civilized people-his words, not mine-but I don't think that's the whole problem."
"Same here," Debra said. "I try to explain to Sam that we can't run the ranch from town, and without the ranch, we wouldn't eat. He never seems to hear a word I say. This whole thing looks mighty strange to me. Think they bundled up their belongings in a bandana tied to the end of a stick and ran away from home?"
"I didn't even check to see what Bobby took. I read his note and came straight here. I saw your light when I came home and knew you were still awake."
"Well, guess we'll just have to wait and see what they're up to. I suppose they'll let us in on the secret when they're ready. Sometimes, I don't care."
"Yeah, I feel the same way. Bobby hasn't saddled up this little filly and taken her for a ride in months."
You, too? Sam seems to have forgotten that a man and woman can do anything but fight. What were you doing in town? You don't usually go out at night by yourself."
"I felt like getting drunk."
Debra looked at her sister carefully, couldn't see any sign of inebriation. "You didn't succeed."
"No." Maggie sipped her coffee and gave Debra a long, searching look, wondering if she should tell her sister exactly what she did in town. "I ran into Jake Steele at the hotel saloon."
"And he talked you out of it. Good for him. You don't need to get drunk. I haven't seen him in a couple of weeks. How is he?"
'Terrific!" Maggie said softly.
Debra's eyebrows shot up and her eyes got big around. "You slept with him." It came out as a flat statement, not a question.
"God, no!" Maggie exclaimed, grinning happily. "I didn't waste time sleeping. I hate that euphemism. That's like saying you 'have sex' with somebody. How can you 'have' sex?"
"Well, well, my little sister fucked the town stud." Debra grinned. "You want it blunt, you get it blunt. Was this your first time?"
"Yeah. A double first. First time I fucked Jake and the first time I fucked another man since I married." She remembered Jake's insistence she wasn't cheating and intentionally avoided the word.
"Good for you. I'm surprised he didn't nail you a long time ago. He has a terrible crush on you."
"So he told me. Have you fucked him?"
"No, but I've sure thought about it! Sam treats me the same way Bobby treats you. At least I keep my nails worn down trying to climb the walls."
"How did we ever let ourselves get in such a mess? What are we going to do about it?"
"I won't let it get me down, Maggie," Debra said solemnly. "And neither should you. I was going to say that Sam and Bobby are grown men. They aren't. They're adults, but they haven't grown up yet. Maybe they never will. In any case, they're going to do what they're going to do, and there isn't much we can do about it. We have the ranch and each other. We'll manage. We're survivors, dear." She laughed. "Enough gloom and doom. Does Jake have a nice cock?"
Maggie got a dreamy look on her face as she thought about his magnificent cock. "Outstanding. Maybe nine, nine-and-a-half inches long and at least two inches thick. My mouth isn't exactly small, as you know, but I had to stretch wide to suck it. I thought my jaws would break.
"And you wouldn't believe the fantastic way he eats pussy, Debra! God, I thought I would go crazy! He got me off at least a half-dozen times before he stuck his big cock in me and fucked me senseless I hate to admit it, but he fucked me better than I've ever been fucked in my whole life and I've had my share of cock. Or did, before I let Bobby take over my life."
"God, no wonder the women call him the town stud!" Debra squirmed, crossed and uncrossed her legs a couple of times. "You'd better stop or I'll wear my nails down to the quick!" She couldn't stop, however. She had to know more. "Do you think he would be interested in me?"
"He called you a beautiful, graceful palomino and me a beautiful, graceful strawberry roan. Said we're two of the finest fillies he's ever laid eyes on and couldn't imagine anything more enjoyable, more adventurous, than taking each of us for a long ride. Preferably together."
"Oh, he did, did he? Well, I like being compared to a couple of prime horses better than being called a cold, heartless, disloyal bitch. Think he could handle both of us at once? Ever done a threesome? How would you feel about double-teaming him?"
"Whoa, honey!" Maggie chuckled. "Boy, you get the bit between your teeth and run wild, don't you? Yes, I think he could handle both of us at once. No, I've never done a threesome. I think double-teaming him would be fantastic. There, did I answer all of your questions?"
"God, if we could arrange it!" Debra whispered.
"He's available every Wednesday night while Karen does her own thing. He keeps a room at the hotel for out-of-town clients. That's where we went tonight."
"That presents a problem," Debra said. "I usually attend her soirees."
"Oh? So you were out kicking up your heels instead of working on the books. I thought maybe Karen has a stud who services her every Wednesday night. Jake said she knows about his escapades and doesn't object."
Debra shook her head. "She doesn't have a stud here in town. She doesn't trust the men around here to keep their traps shut. She and Jake find another man to join them when they go to Denver or Vegas or Tahoe."
"Well, I guess Jake was telling the truth," Maggie mused. "Knowing that, why haven't you fucked him?"
"Beats the hell out of me. Maybe I thought I should be faithful to Sam. Maybe I thought Jake didn't like me well enough to give me a ride."
"Boy, you got that wrong! His tongue hung out a foot when he talked about you. Of course, since it was hanging out so far, I made him put it to good use. If you want, I can find out if he's available other than Wednesday. Maybe an afternoon, or something. You aren't one of those silly girls who insists on waiting until dark, then turning off all the lights and hiding under the covers when you fuck, are you?"
"Good God, no!" Debra exclaimed. "I like to use all my senses when I fuck. It's so stimulating to see everything. You aren't pulling my leg, are you? He did say those things about me, didn't he?"
"I have never lied to you, dear. And I never will." Maggie looked at her watch. "Damn, where does the time go? I'd better get some sleep. We have a big day ahead of us. Are you okay? About Sam and everything, I mean?"
"I don't care about Sam," Debra replied firmly.
"As to everything, I'll probably burn out ray vibrator. Listening to you talk about Jake, thinking about fucking him, really gets the juices flowing."
Maggie said, "I wish I could help you somehow, but I don't have the right equipment. I wondered what you do for relief."
"I sure as hell don't chew anti-acid tablets!" Debra quipped. "Don't you have a vibrator?"
"No. Bobby threw it away on our honeymoon. Said he didn't need competition from a piece of plastic." She kissed Debra on the cheek. "I'll see you in a little while."
CHAPTER FIVE
Ranching is hard work. Raising cows is harder than raising horses, but horses aren't exactly a picnic. Wednesday rolled around again before Maggie realized so many days had passed. She remembered she hadn't called Jake to set up a tryst with him and Debra, and went into the barn to remedy her omission.
"I'm glad you called," Jake said. "I've got some news for you."
"Is this where you ask if I want the good news or bad news first? Let me ask you something first. Can you get away for fun and games any night except Wednesday?"
"See, you do know the difference between first and only," Jake chuckled. "I can probably arrange something. You name the time and I'll name the place."
"It isn't for me," Maggie said, deliberately teasing him. She paused a couple of hard heart beats, then said, "Debra wants to join us."
"Even better. I wondered why you didn't want to meet tonight. She usually attends Karen's affairs, doesn't she?"
"God, is today Wednesday?" Maggie said "Where has the time gone? Yeah, Debra is a regular at Karen's soirees, as she calls them. I'll work out a time with her and let you know. Now, tell me your news."
"Bobby and Sam came to see me last Thursday morning."
"Oh? They left sometime Wednesday night. Debra and I thought they went out of town. They left us notes saying Bobby was going to Denver and Sam was going to Cheyenne. What did they want with you?"
"They came up with a cockamamy scheme to get the portion of your father's will restricting the sale of the ranch set aside and have their names put on the deed."
"I appreciate you telling me this, but aren't you violating some attorney-client privilege? I don't want you to get in trouble with the bar association."
Jake snorted. "I told them I wouldn't touch such a ridiculous case with a ten-foot pole, so there is no attorney-client relationship. Even if I thought they had a case, I wouldn't represent them. An attorney doesn't have to take a case, you know.
"You don't think they have a case?"
"No. Your daddy's will is pretty solid. I drew it up, remember? As to getting their names on the ranch deed, forget it. You and Debra owned it before you married. Did you or Debra sign any loan papers or anything for their business?"
"I didn't," Maggie replied. "I don't know about Debra, but I don't think so. She and I have been supporting them, because they haven't made a penny from their store and someone has to pay the bills."
"Have you paid any bills for the store?"
"Not to my knowledge. Debra and I agreed in the beginning we wouldn't. They had to sink or swim on their own."
"Good. Then I don't think anyone can hold you responsible for their debts. Legal or otherwise. I did a little checking around and found out Bobby and Sam are in Vegas. They sold Sam's pickup in Cheyenne and took the bus from there. Seems they're up to their eyeballs in debt, Maggie. To bookies. They've been betting heavily on sporting events, and usually pick the wrong team. My guess is they high-tailed it to Vegas to try to recoup their loses."
"Well, I'll be damned," Maggie muttered.
"I don't want to stoop to soliciting business, Maggie, but you should hire an attorney, just in case."
"How much of a retainer do you want?" "How about a dollar?"
"I think we can afford such a princely sum," Maggie said with a chuckle.
"You can pay me the next time we meet. I'll draw up the necessary papers and have them ready for you to sign. In the meantime, our verbal agreement is binding."
"I don't know if Debra is going to Karen's party tonight. I'll talk to her and get back to you."
"Done," Jake said. "I look forward to getting together."
"So do we," Maggie assured him.
Maggie found Debra in one of the corrals working with a horse and told her Jake's information.
"Somehow, none of this surprise me," Debra said. "I don't know about you, but I don't intend to let it get me down."
"Neither do I," Maggie replied. She watched her sister for a couple of minutes. "You know, I've been thinking about a way to increase our business. You were a champion barrel racer and I won a few trophies for trick riding."
"I know what you're thinking," Debra said. "We can train horses for both activities, then offer a training program for the people who buy them. Added to our roping and cutting horses, we should increase our income substantially."
"Two great minds think alike," Maggie quipped.
"Well, let's see how far that goes. Want to go to Karen's with me tonight?"
"You'd rather do that than get together with Jake?"
"I promised Karen last week I'd come this week," Debra said. She tried not to stress 'come' too much and give away the real purpose of Karen's get-togethers.
"What kind of party is she having tonight? I play bridge, but it isn't one of my favorite ways to relax."
"One of her girlfriends, who sells plastic wares, is coming up from Laramie." "And you think listening to a sales pitch for plastic bowls and storage containers is more fun than playing with Jake?"
Debra smiled coyly. "Trust me, dear. You won't be disappointed."
"If you say so," Maggie replied doubtfully. "But, if I get bored, I'll leave and find Jake. I have all the plastic bowls I need."
I expect you to get bored, dear sister, but not the way you think! Debra thought.
Karen took both of Maggie's hands in hers and gave the redhead a kiss on each cheek. "Oh, you're so beautiful, darling!" she gushed. "I'm so glad you came. I've been after Debra for weeks to bring you. It's about time we got a lot better acquainted, don't you think?"
Maggie thought she detected a hidden meaning in Karen's words, a subtle reference to Jake, but wasn't sure. She chose the safe course and said, "Thank you, Karen. I don't need any storage containers, but I do want to get to know you better."
Maggie let her eyes rove over the woman's body, just to see how she compared to Jake's wife. Karen wasn't as voluptuous, but she had an openly seductive aura. Maggie understood how a man would find the woman very sexy.
Karen turned to Debra and whispered, "You little devil. You didn't tell her, did you?" She kissed Debra on the lips, quickly, lightly, then said to Maggie, "Let me introduce you to our hostess for the evening, darling. I think you know the other ladies."
Maggie looked around the room at Marie, the banker's wife, a pretty brunette in her mid-forties, but didn't look it; Barb, a young blonde with tits so big Maggie didn't see how she could open a door, whose husband moved to town a couple of years earlier and bought the hardware store; and Jessie, a young brunette rancher's wife. Just the type of women she expected to see at a plastic-ware party.
"Yes, at least casually," she said. "I don't get away from the ranch as much as I should."
"You should come to my little get-togethers every Wednesday, darling. The composition of the group changes some from week to week, so you'll have the opportunity to meet most of the more liberated women in town."
Again, Maggie thought she detected a hidden meaning in Karen's comment. "I'll try to come," she replied noncommittally.
Karen smiled innocently. "I doubt you'll have any trouble doing so, darling. Ruth, darling, come and meet a tenderfoot. We hope she finds our Wednesday activities to her liking and becomes a regular to our little group."
A svelte woman wearing a red miniskirt, with a slit in each side that reached almost to the waist, a sheer white blouse and no bra turned to face Karen. The stiff nipples topping her plainly visible, medium-size tits created little hillocks in her blouse. Her lustrous, raven-black hair brushed the cheeks of her ass.
Karen said, "Ruth, this is Maggie, Debra's sister. Ruth visits us quite often, Maggie, and always brings a nice surprise with her."
Ruth held out her hand and smiled. "Hello, Maggie. I hope you enjoy my presentation tonight. It isn't what you think. You can use them in any room of the house, not just the kitchen."
Maggie shook Ruth's hand and said simply, "Hello, Ruth. My pleasure."
Karen said, "Ladies, if you'll have a seat, Ruth will start." She indicated a semicircle of chairs facing a card table set up in the middle of the living room.
In spite of Ruth's certainty she would enjoy Ruth's presentation, Maggie expected a tiresome evening of listening to the woman go on and on about the nonexistent advantages of owning a set of worthless plastic gadgets. She sat in the middle of the semicircle, between Debra and Marie, and gave her sister a look of obvious boredom.
"Patience, dear," Debra whispered. "Wait and see what she has to offer before you make up your mind."
Ruth set a large shoulder bag on the table reached and inside. She removed a couple of jars and handed one to Maggie and one to Marie. "Pass them around, please."
Maggie read the label on her jar and snickered. "Well, this certainly doesn't have anything to do with plastic bowls," she whispered to Debra.
"I know," Debra said smugly.
"Trouble is, I don't know a man who needs something to keep his cock hard," Maggie said. She forgot to whisper and everyone heard her. "If he can't keep it up with me, I'm losing my touch."
"Some of us don't have your assets, dear," Marie said. "You and Debra got some pretty good genes."
"You can do more with less with a modicum of lust and the right mind-set," Karen said softly. "Barb is the only one here tonight with genetic attributes that rival Maggie and Debra's. As for me, however, I doubt either one of them can outdo me. Spirit and expertise are more important than physical appearance when you get down to the nitty-gritty."
"Hear, hear," Debra said. "Looks certainly aren't everything. A passive beauty queen can't please a man half as well as a plain woman with zest. The right make-up, some sexy clothes, and any woman looks seductive."
Maggie blushed and quickly handed the jar to Debra. Unquestionably, whatever plastic utensils Ruth had in her bag of tricks had nothing to do with storing food in the refrigerator! She had heard about home parties for sexy undies and such, but had never attended one.
Marie handed Maggie a jar of flavored gel, concocted to both add lubrication to a pussy and give it a specific flavor. She supposed a woman might use a flavoring to give her man a special treat. And she could understand the need for lubrication with a vibrator. But who needed lubrication for a cock?
What flavor went best with the natural taste of a pussy anyway? Did a woman choose a flavor for her pussy the way she chose a wine to serve with meat at dinner? She sniffed the contents of the jar, couldn't identify the flavor, and handed it to Debra.
After the jars made their rounds, Ruth removed an ivory-colored vibrator from her bag. The tool was easily a foot long and about two-and-a-half inches thick. She laid it on the table and removed two harnesses from the bag, one flesh-colored and one black. Each harness had a stud to hold a dildo. Next, she removed the dildos, one flesh-colored and one black, and put them beside the harnesses.
Boy, look at that vibrator, Maggie thought. Talk about a foot-long hot dog! Makes my pussy tingle. I've got a bun that will hold that doohickey to perfection. Maybe this party isn't going to be a total waste after all. I just might buy one of those before I cut out of here. I'll bet Jake is sitting in the saloon, easy prey to some woman on the make. He'd better not leave me high and dry tonight! I need his big beautiful cock.
"Good God," exclaimed Marie. "That thing would tear a woman apart!"
"Speak for yourself," Jessie responded. "It looks just about right to me."
"Oh, come on, Jessie," Barb teased. "Are you trying to tell us that George has one that big?"
"Well, no, not necessarily, but that doesn't mean I don't find this one just about right."
"Dreamer!" Marie hooted. "You don't have any more at home then the rest of us do."
Maggie leaned over and whispered in Debra's ear, "Karen has a hell of lot more!"
Debra whispered back, "You and Karen know that firsthand. I doubt the others do."
"You could have found out tonight," Maggie said, still whispering.
CHAPTER SIX
Ruth picked up the vibrator and turned it on. The ladies stopped talking and watched her. She ran the tool over her neck and down to her tits. After playing the tool over her nipples for a few moments, she put it down and removed her top. Her plump, dark nipples stood out proudly from her pear-shaped tits.
Ruth said, "A good saleswoman doesn't just talk about her products. She demonstrates their proper use. Karen, would you help me, please?"
Karen spread a large towel on the carpet, removed Ruth's skirt and helped her lie down on her back. Ruth spread her legs to display the open crotch of her bikini panties. An abundance of coal-black hair filled the split in the panties. Her pink slit peeked through the forest of curls.
Ruth's boldness flabbergasted Maggie. She glanced around, saw the other woman waiting expectantly. No one seemed startled or troubled by the licentious turn of events. If anything, they seemed aroused, anxious for the woman from Laramie to get on with her bawdy show. The big diamond and wedding band on Ruth's left ring finger sparkled in the light as she ran her hand over her pussy. Maggie decided she couldn't have been more mistaken about the purpose of the weekly get-togethers.
Well, so much for an innocent girls night out to play an innocuous game of bridge, Maggie thought. Everyone here is married. Wonder just how far they carry their fooling around. Do their husbands know what they do on Wednesday night?
Maggie couldn't explain why she felt a heavy trickle of juice seep into the crotch of her panties when Ruth spread her legs and displayed her cunt so brazenly. She wasn't into women. She looked closer at Ruth's hairy snatch. The heavy coating of sex dew on the woman's cunt lips made her nipples harden into stiff points. Her panties got wetter and wetter. She glanced at Debra, saw that her sister was staring at Ruth with a look of rapture on her face.
Ruth teased her tits with the vibrator while her other hand slid up and down in her crotch with her fingers on each side of her hairy gash. Slowly, she moved the tool down over her stomach, into her crotch, and placed the end right into the opening of her cunt. The blunt tip entered the well-lubricated folds easily. She began to pump the substitute prick slowly in and out of her twat, pulling it all the way out once in a while to run the tip up and down her juicy slit and titillate her swollen clit.
After talking to Jake that morning, Maggie set her mind on taking another glorious ride on his beefy cock. The need to cum plagued her all day.
Watching Ruth fuck herself made her heart pound with excitement. She wondered how long Ruth's ribald demonstration would last, how soon she could leave and find Jake. If she could get away in the next half-hour, she would have enough time to get at least a quickie from him before he had to come home and fuck his wife.
Out of the corner of her eye, Maggie saw movement at the end of the semicircle of chairs, where Barb sat. She looked that way. Barb had removed her blouse and was massaging her big boobs through her bra. The formidable mounds strained the bra to the limit. The other women had their eyes locked on Ruth as she continued to fuck herself with the big vibrator. On each thrust, she took the full length of the tool, leaving no doubt about the capacity of her cunt.
"Karen, darling, will you help me again?" Ruth asked, her voice tense with passion.
Karen giggled and said, "A good hostess always lends a helping hand."
"And whatever else her guests might want," Debra quipped.
Karen peeled her dress over her head and tossed it aside. She skinned her panties down, stepped out of them and knelt by Ruth's hip.
"She's lovely," Maggie whispered. "And so sexy-looking."
"She's just as sexy as she looks," Debra replied.
Ruth took Karen's hand, put it on the vibrator along with her own, then began to work the vibrator in and out of her cunt to show Karen the proper rhythm. When she was satisfied with the way Karen pleasured her cunt with the tool, she took Karen's other hand and put it over one of her tits.
"Play with my tits while you fuck me," Ruth moaned urgently.
Karen not only squeezed Ruth's tits and pinched her nipples, she leaned down and began to lick the woman's clit as she fucked her with the vibrator.
"Oh, wow!" Maggie said quietly. "I didn't expect her to do that!" She looked at her sister. "Do your parties always take such an interesting turn?"
"Always," Debra confirmed. "You don't think we get together just to drink coffee and gossip, do you?"
"Yeah, I guess that's exactly what I expected."
"When we play bridge, the losers suck the winners off," Debra said.
"And you suck pussy?" Maggie knew the answer, but wanted to hear her sister admit it.
"Oh, yes. I'm not a very good bridge player. Have you ever sucked a pussy?"
Maggie shook her head. "No, but it looks like I'm going to start!"
"Would you like to start with me?" Debra asked, her eyes bright with excitement, her voice strained with passion.
The question jolted Maggie. She quite naturally assumed she would suck pussy with one of the other women. The thought of putting her head between her sister's legs and licking her clit made her own pussy gush. "You want me to suck your pussy?" she whispered.
"Darling, I have wanted you to suck my pussy ever since Karen introduced me to the delights of making it with another woman."
"You never said anything."
"Because I thought it might upset you if you found out I like women. Your respect is very important to me, darling. I didn't want to lose it for anything."
"Why did you bring me here tonight if you feel that way?"
"Until you told me about fucking Jake, I thought you were pretty strait-laced, darling."
Maggie said, "Shhh!" and nodded at Karen.
"Oh, she knows," Debra said.
Karen had been listening to the conversation as she fucked Ruth with the vibrator and licked her clit. She lifted her head and said, "And I approve wholeheartedly, darling."
"Damn!" Maggie muttered.
Ruth's climax interrupted the discussion. She began to writhe and twist, then screamed loudly when she started cumming. Karen began frigging Ruth's clit and continued to pump the vibrator in and out of her juicy love hole.
"We want to watch you suck your sister's cunt, darling," Karen said. "Who better to show you how much pleasure another woman can give you than your own sister? If she can't please you, no one can."
"Oh, it isn't hard to please me!" Maggie blurted. "I've got a real hair trigger."
"It's real hairy, too," Debra giggled. "Beautiful auburn hair."
Maggie looked around uncertainly, wondering what the other women thought of her sister introducing her to lesbian love. The chairs were empty. Barb lay on her back a few feet away, totally naked. Marie and Jessie knelt by her, equally naked, eagerly sucking on her huge tits. Barb had her hands in their crotches, busily rubbing their pussies.
Debra pulled Maggie to her feet and hugged her. "Let's do it, darling!" she whispered breathlessly. "I want to make love with you."
Maggie kissed her sister lightly on the lips and quipped, "You just want to fuck your younger sister."
Jessie left Barb's tits to Marie and came over to Debra. She put her arms around Debra and squeezed her tits. "And we want to watch her do it," she said.
Debra offered no resistance to Jessie as she began to unbutton her blouse. Maggie glanced at Karen. She pulled the vibrator out of Ruth's cunt and stood. She smiled at Maggie and licked her lips. Ruth sprawled on the floor, savoring the afterglow of her orgasm.
Maggie backed away from her sister and watched Jessie undress her. She seemed unable to move. The situation, the thought of putting her mouth on Debra's pussy, mesmerized her.
Debra let Jessie undress her, then began undressing Maggie. Maggie made no move to help her, but neither did she resist. In moments, everyone in the room was naked. The party had suddenly become a group grope. Maggie had heard of such scenes, but always in regard to a mixed group. Her first orgy-one composed only of super horny married women at that-and she was going to get it on with her own sister!
Karen said, "Barb, Marie, Ruth, you have to watch this. The sisters are going to fuck each other."
"Yes, the sisters are going to fuck each other, aren't they?" Debra said.
"Oh, God, yes!" Maggie agreed excitedly.
Debra and Maggie sank to their knees facing each other. Debra lowered her head to take one of Maggie's nipples into her mouth as Maggie caressed her sister's bare back.
"Lie back, darling," Debra husked. "We have a special treat for you."
"We?" Maggie asked, excited and confused and terribly turned on.
"Just lie back, darling," Karen said.
Debra smiled sweetly and kissed Maggie tenderly, then gently pushed Maggie onto her back. Debra's mouth slid down Maggie's body, pausing briefly to nibble on her sister's nipples. She spread Maggie's legs apart, giving her clear access to the redhead's sweet goodies.
Maggie moaned softly and tilted her pussy up to her sister's face. Debra pushed her ass down and peeled the lips of her cunt open.
"Oh, my, what a lovely big clit," Debra murmured. "Your clitty is much bigger than mine, darling. Hmmm, it looks so tasty."
Debra stuck her tongue out and swiped it across her sister's swollen love button. Maggie started cumming immediately. She grabbed Debra's head with both hands, held on for dear life as she pressed Debra's mouth to her juicy cunt, and told the other women she was cumming by screaming as loud as she could. Debra knew how to use her tongue. When Maggie started cumming so quickly, she concentrated her attention on her sister's clit rather than spreading her attention over the hot slot as she ordinarily would have done.
Maggie's orgasm reached its peak, blurring her mind with passion. She twisted around and pulled Debra over her. She yanked her sister's pussy down to her mouth and began treating Debra to the same pleasure she felt between her legs.
"Oh, wow, look at her!" Marie said. "I thought she had never sucked a cunt."
"I heard her say it," Karen replied. "But you would never know it by the way she's going at Debra's cunt."
Maggie didn't hear the exchange. Her full attention was riveted on her sister's delectable snatch. She had not considered what she was going to do, she simply did it.
To her surprise, Maggie liked sucking cunt, found the experience quite pleasurable, totally unlike anything she had imagined it would be. She went at it with gusto.
Soon, Debra also started cumming just as hard as Maggie, smothering her sister's face with her flowing twat. The sisters sucked each other hungrily, moaning and groaning, pleasing each other completely and putting on quite a show for the other women.
The moment their orgasms abated, Karen pulled the sisters apart. "Now, Maggie, darling, it's our turn."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Maggie thought Karen meant she had to suck the other women off. "Well, why not?" she panted. "Now that I've sucked one pussy, I might as well suck them all. Give me a minute to catch my breath, then I'll do you."
"Do you really want to do us?" Karen asked.
"Sure, why not? Isn't that what you meant?"
"No, I meant we each get to eat your pussy," Karen replied. "But, if you want to do us, we can do both at the same time."
Debra said, "You just lie right there, darling, and we'll take turns. One sucking your pussy and one sitting on your face until everyone has done both."
Maggie laughed. "You've already had your turn! Don't be greedy."
"Why not?" Debra wanted to know. "Your pussy is so sweet and tasty. And you ate my pussy so well. Why shouldn't I get a crack at both again? The night is young, and I haven't cum nearly as much as I want."
"Talking about cracks makes me horny," Marie said.
"You're always horny," Barb rejoined.
Maggie said, "Well, somebody better get aboard. This train is ready to leave the station."
Karen promptly claimed Maggie's pussy and a mad scramble developed among the other women to see who would sit on her face first. In the ensuing half hour, Maggie lost track of the number of times she came as one woman after another brought her off and she licked a succession of clits.
She tried to distinguish between the women. They changed places so quickly and blocked her view with their crotches, that she had to go by the color of their muffs for identification. Debra and Barb were true blondes, Karen, Marie and Jessie were brunettes, so the only one she could unequivocally identify was Ruth, with her coal-black bush.
"No more," Maggie pleaded as one woman got off her face and before another one could fill her mouth with pussy. She pushed the head from between her legs and closed them quickly to protect her overly sensitive clit.
The women crowded around Maggie, all trying to hug her at the same time. They wound up in a tangled heap with Maggie somewhere in the middle, surrounded by firm tits, shapely legs and soft feminine flesh.
"God, I thought you were going to drive me crazy," Maggie said. "How many of you went around twice?"
"We all did, darling!" Jessie cackled. "You have such a delicious pussy, and the way you use your tongue is absolutely delightful! I think you told a little white lie when you said you've never sucked cunt."
"No, I told the truth," Maggie insisted. "A woman who has been sucked off a lot should know how to please a woman, shouldn't she?"
"Good point," Karen said. "I remember the first time I licked clit, I knew just what to do. We'd better let her rest for a few minutes. Let's move over to the side and see what we can do with each other."
Maggie lay quietly for a few minutes. Then, with notions of sucking on Barb's big tits floating through her mind, she crawled to the pile of bodies a few feet away.
Jessie had her head between Barb's legs, busily licking the blonde's clit. Marie knelt by the big-titted woman, zealously sucking and licking one of her colossal tit mounds. Ruth squatted over Barb's face, feeding her a generous helping of hot twat. Maggie latched onto Barb's other tit and joined the fun.
The action stopped again after Barb had cum three or four times so everyone could catch her breath.
"Live and learn," Maggie said. "I had no idea what goes on at these parties. Do your husbands know?"
"Mine doesn't," Jessie said. "He'd pitch a fit if he did. He thinks we play bridge and drink coffee and gossip. He won't even let me own a vibrator."
"Yeah, tell me about it," Maggie said. "My husband threw mine away on our honeymoon.
Said he didn't need competition from a piece of plastic."
Ruth said, "My husband uses a vibrator on me once in a while. He isn't wild about the idea, though. The only reason he doesn't tell me to get rid of it is because he thinks I won't go after another man as long as I have a vibrator."
"Does he know you go after other woman?" Barb asked.
"Good God, no!" Ruth exclaimed. "That would really blow his mind. A woman has to get her pussy eaten somewhere, doesn't she?"
Maggie looked at Karen. She smiled coyly and winked. Maggie didn't know if the wink was meant to imply they shared a secret, if they both knew that Jake did things that would make the other women jealous and Karen didn't want to let the cat out of the bag.
Barb said, "We don't have to go play the same little games with each other we play with men. At least in our group. I don't know how it is otherwise. I've never done it with a girl anywhere but here."
"Games shouldn't be necessary," Marie said. "Men don't seem to understand that a woman knows in the first few minutes if she's going to fuck. They think they have to play all sorts of games to get us in the sack. I know that where I'm concerned, they talk themselves right out of a piece of ass more often than not. I mean, if they'd just relax and keep their mouth shut, they'd get what they want with no trouble."
"Why, Marie what would your staid banker husband think if he heard you talk that way?" Ruth chided.
"He's the staid banker," Marie replied. "I'm not. I like cock and pussy, and I intend to get as much of each as I can before I'm too old to enjoy it."
"I agree with Marie," Ruth said. "But how do we let men in on the secret? If we come on too strong, they get scared, and when they get scared, they can't get the damn thing up. What good is a soft cock?"
"Maybe that question sums up why we have these little parties," Jessie said. "I don't have the answer. I just do the best I can. But I have to admit, it sometimes get tiresome."
"Ruth, do you actually sell those gadgets you brought tonight?" Maggie asked.
"Sure do. A girl needs a little pocket money her husband doesn't know about, doesn't she?"
Maggie remembered Jake's commentary about supposedly virtuous women being play-for-pay girls wherever there was a demand for their services. She was learning a lot about her little town.
"I'd like to buy one of those large vibrators and one of the dildos," she said. She looked at her sister and grinned. "With the harness, of course. I don't intend to use it on myself."
Ruth asked, "Flesh-colored or black?"
"Oh, flesh-colored, I guess. Debra, do you think I'd look good with a cock? One that looked as if it really belonged to me?"
Karen snickered. "Just as suspected. If you get tired of fucking your sister, you can always come see me for some fun and games. Hell, you can come see me anyway! I'd love to get fucked by you."
"So would I!" Barb exclaimed. She gave Maggie a significant look and smiled.
Karen looked at her watch. "I hate to break up the party, girls, but my husband will be coming home soon."
"And you want to fuck him in private," Marie said dryly.
"I'm afraid to let you girls get your hands on him," Karen said with a laugh. "I'm not ready to bury him, even with a smile on his face."
Maggie dressed hurriedly and got her gadgets from Ruth. Then everyone said good night and left.
"So, what do you think?" Debra asked as they drove away.
"About the party?" Maggie knew she meant the party. She wanted a couple of moments to collect her thoughts. "Well, it certainly wasn't what I expected."
"I know that. Any second thoughts about what we did? Any regrets?"
"No, no regrets," Maggie said firmly. "I enjoyed myself. As to second thoughts, what does this do to our relationship? As sisters. As best friends."
"We can't change the fact that we're sisters, darling," Debra laughed. "That's a genetic fact. As to best friends, I think it strengthened our relationship. What better way for two good friends to express their closeness? You enjoyed it, I enjoyed it, so what else is there?"
"We'll do it again, you know."
"I sure as hell hope so!"
"I'm going to call Jake tomorrow and set a time for us to get together. Let's surprise him. We won't tell him we're lovers. Sometime during our fooling around, we'll do each."
"You don't really care about surprising him. You're up to something, aren't you?"
"Yes. I want to see how he reacts. I think it would be fun to have him and Karen together. Both of us, I mean. I think he can handle three women."
"Particularly if they also do each other and take a little of the load off him, huh? What if he doesn't know his wife is bi?"
Maggie shrugged. "He's going to find out sooner or later. They're both too sexual to hide it very long."
"What do you hope to prove?"
Maggie chuckled. "Not a damn thing. Why do I have to prove something? I just want to have fun. I like your idea of the girls having a night out. No reason we have to limit ourselves to other women. Including a man now and then adds to the fun."
Debra was silent for a few minutes, then said, "What do you think of Barb?"
"She's hot. I have the feeling she's ready to branch out on her own. Maybe even include her husband. Know anything about him?"
"Not much. He's a good-looking hunk. Interesting bulge in his pants. Reserved."
"Still waters run deep," Maggie said, repeating the old clich�. "Maybe I'll find out one of these days."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Maggie and Debra met Jake in the lobby of the hotel. Maggie's head swiveled around as she made sure they were the only ones around.
"Hello, Jake."
She chuckled deep in her throat, a sound so sexy and inviting that he actually shivered, then moved up close to him and slowly put her mouth against his. His eyes widened in surprise, a look that quickly turned to worry. He glanced around, hoping no one came in and caught them.
Maggie kissed him tenderly, but lovingly, slowly sliding her tongue into his mouth and keeping her lips soft against his. Jake couldn't help himself. He had to return the kiss in kind. His hands touched her back, then his arms coiled around her body to pull her close. She ground her tits into his chest and thrust her cunt mound against his crotch. She finally broke the kiss and stepped back.
"Now, greet my lovely sister the same way," she said softly, running the tip of her tongue around her full, red lips in a gesture so blatantly seductive it made his cock quiver.
"This place is too public," Jake protested with a frown.
"If you don't, we're out of here," Maggie said.
Jake sighed with resignation and took Debra into his arms. He didn't have time to kiss her. She glued her mouth to his and duplicated Maggie's tongue-thrusting maneuver.
Debra backed away and said, "Hello, Jake."
He cleared his throat and said, "Hello. That was quite a greeting."
"Thought you'd like it," Maggie said. "How about taking us dancing?"
Jake frowned again. "I thought we were going to go upstairs."
"Oh, we are," Maggie assured him. "But first, we dance. Debra and I feel like kicking up our heels before we kick up our heels, if you catch my drift."
"Sure, why not? I'll be the envy of every man in the place with two such lovely women."
"We'll make it worth your while," Debra said.
They went to a road house, with subdued lighting and snuggling music, on the outskirts of town that had a reputation as a trysting place. Jake danced with Maggie first. She put her arms around his neck, pushed her body tight against his, and didn't object when he put both hands on her shapely ass and pulled her crotch against his.
"Debra has been wanting to get together with you for a long time. She was afraid you would object if I brought her along."
"I'd be a damn fool to object," he replied.
"Or crazy."
Maggie giggled and snuggled even closer to him. "You don't seem crazy to me. You can expect her to liven things up a little. She can be pretty wild when she cuts loose."
The song ended and Jake took Maggie back to the table. Debra immediately stood and held out her hand.
"My turn," she said. "Share and share alike."
"I sure as hell hope so," he muttered. They had been dancing only a couple of minutes when he felt her steering him across the room. She reminded him of a strong-minded horse. He let her have the lead and followed her across the floor. She snuggled into his arms and began to undulate her voluptuous body against his as she guided them toward a very dark side of the room away from the other dancers.
She put her arms around his neck the same way Maggie had and thrust her cunt mound at his crotch. "Do you know what I have under this dress?" she whispered in his ear. "Put your hands on my ass."
Jake smiled and let his hands slide slowly down her back and across the fully rounded cheeks of her ass. "No panty line, huh? Do you always dress this way?"
"No. Just on special occasions. This jersey material clings to me so tightly I can't wear anything under it. Except maybe a garter belt and hose. But I don't have even that much under it tonight."
"Maggie said you can get pretty wild when you cut loose. You're very provocative, aren't you?"
Debra chuckled sexily and straddled his leg. Their bodies swayed to the music, but their feet didn't move. She pressed the top of her firm thigh against the lump of his cock and began to ride his leg. Blood rushed to Jake's head in such quantity, and so quickly, he thought he was going to pass out.
"When I want to be," she replied. "If you don't believe I'm not wearing panties, you can prove it for yourself."
"And just how do you expect me to do that?"
"Simple, darling. Just bunch up the back of my dress and feel my ass. It's totally bare."
"Are you trying to get us thrown in jail for public indecency?"
"You're a good lawyer. You can get us off with a suspended sentence. Why do you think I brought us over to this dark corner? No one can see what you're doing. My back's to the wall and there's no one even close to us. Go ahead, darling. Do it. See if I'm telling the truth. You aren't chicken, are you?"
The implied affront to his masculinity was all the goad he needed. His fingers began to move, bunching up her dress slowly, gathering it the way a cat works its claws on a soft blanket. Her pussy continued to undulate gently up and down his thigh. Her thigh pressed harder against the lump of his cock, coaxing it to full erection inside his pants.
"Oooooo!" she muttered quietly in his ear. "The air conditioning must be on high. The air is so cold on my ass. Or maybe it's just because I'm so hot."
In an erotic daze, Jake rubbed both hands over her bare ass, cupping, squeezing and kneading the luxuriant, shapely, globes. His entire consciousness seemed to gush into the end of his stiff pecker.
"Damn!" he hissed softly.
"See?" she giggled. "I told you my ass was bare."
"Well, you could be wearing one those string panty things," he said boldly, no longer caring if the whole fucking world was watching them.
"Only one way to find out, isn't there?"
Debra got off his leg and stood in front of him, her legs parted slightly. She glued her mouth to his and gave him a French kiss that made his toes curl and his nerves tingle harder. He couldn't believe this was actually happening to him. He was going to wake up in a few minutes and find out he was at home, in bed, dreaming everything.
She tilted her head back and grinned mischievously. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she whispered. "See if I'm wearing one of those string panty things, as you call them. I warn you, though, you won't find anything but pussy. A very wet pussy, but pussy nonetheless.
Jake groaned out loud. His hand slinked around her hip and scurried into her crotch. She was right. All he felt was hair. What seemed like acres of soft, luxuriant curls. Debra shuffled her feet to the music and spread her legs a little more.
Emboldened by her provocative conduct, and the lust controlling his mind, he pressed his palm over her mound with his fingers pointing down. As if it had a will of its own, his hand slid lower, until his middle finger reached the entrance of her love hole. His finger curled automatically and eased into the fiery, liquefied grotto.
Her strong muscles immediately captured his finger and sucked it all the way in until his knuckle touched the lips of her cunt. He thought he had stuck his finger into a simmering, dripping cauldron. She moaned and began to hunch on his finger as he worked it in and out of her cunthole, triggering another flood of sex dew.
"Damn, baby, you're hotter than a two-dollar pistol!"
"I know, darling. Do you believe me now?"
"Goddam right I do! What other surprises do you have for me?"
"Well, I'm sure you can find my clit. If you can't, I'll help you. Play with it and I'll cum for you."
"Right here on the fucking dance floor?" he gasped, simultaneously aghast and intrigued.
"Ohhh, yesss! I can't go back to the table this way."
"Damn, you're a hot bitch!"
"Or a bitch in heat, whichever you like. Haven't you ever played with Karen's clit in public?"
"God, no! She'd bash me up side the head and walk out."
"Don't be sure," Debra said. "You might not know your wife as well as you think. Now, stop stalling and get me off. You can't bring me this far and leave me."
A teeny-weeny part of Jake's lust-fogged brain tried to form an objection. The rest of his brain, and the wildness of the situation, overrode the effort. He withdrew his finger from her soggy, sizzling cunthole and slid it up through her gash toward her clit. Even in his befuddlement, he felt the full, thick lips of her cunt encompass his finger as it moved upward.
The large nodule at the top of her slit startled him. He couldn't believe he was touching her clit. The lump was simply too big. Her reaction told him that he was wrong, that he had indeed found her man in the boat. And it was indeed very large. Her hips jerked in a sudden, violent motion that could have been triggered only by her sensitive love button. Then he remembered that Maggie also had an exceptionally large clit.
"Big clits run in your family, huh?" he muttered.
Debra moaned deep in her chest, tightened her arms around his neck and hunched at his finger. "Maggie's is bigger," she gasped.
Jake rubbed the sizable bump experimentally, as if confirming that he really was touching her clit. Her hips jerked harder and she gasped out loud. He applied more pressure to the nubbin and began to massage it more rapidly. Never in his wildest daydreams did he ever imagine he would have the chance to finger-fuck an erotic, beautiful woman on a dance floor in a public place. He had really hit the jackpot this time.
Debra nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and shoulder. She began to pant heavily and moan deeply. Her sharp teeth nipped at his flesh as her hips began to squirm and buck faster.
"You really turn on fast, don't you?" he murmured.
"I've been turned on all day! Maggie told me all about you."
He rubbed her clit harder and faster, fascinated by the size and the effect his touch had on her. His cock throbbed and twitched, attempting to bust out of the restraining material of his pants. He had the insane fear he was going to cream in his jeans any instant.
She put her mouth close to his ear and whispered hotly, "You make my clit feel so fucking good, darling! I'm going to cum!"
"Damn!" he exclaimed, whipping his head around to see if anyone was watching them.
Debra sucked the lobe of his ear into her mouth and sank her teeth into the tender flesh, and Jake nearly jumped out of his pants. She put her thigh against his rock-hard cock and rubbed it as she hunched her ass and chewed on his ear lobe. Her body began to vibrate from head to foot. With his free arm, he held her as close as he could, keeping her tits crushed into his chest. His finger moved faster and faster over her formidable, tumid clit, rolling it around, agitating it urgently.
Debra pulled her arms so tight he thought she was going to break his neck. He hoped she wasn't a screamer like her sister. Or, if she was, that she remembered not to vocalize her pleasure in the club. One impassioned yelp from her would alert everyone to what was happening. She might employ her feminine wiles and get out of such a scrape, but lawyer or not, he could not explain his role in the lascivious incident.
He felt her body begin to vibrate harder, shaking like an aspen leaf in a strong wind. He could feel the trembling in the thigh she had pressed into his hard prick. Her hips began to wiggle so impulsively, so quickly, he had to slide his free hand down to her bare ass to keep her from getting away. The faster he stroked her clit, the more disorderly her body shook.
Imperceptibly, he heard the music still playing. Fortunately so, masking their true reason for being on the dance floor. They were on the far edge, near a wall, but most certainly would have stood out like a sore thumb otherwise.
Debra began to come down slowly from her intense carnal high. Her rigorous vibrations eased, but her body continued to twitch. He lessened the pressure of his finger on her clit and slowed the pace of stimulation.
"Ohhh, darling, that was so good!" she whispered in his ear. "You do know how to find a girl's clitty, don't you?"
"I couldn't miss yours. It's as big as the end of my finger."
"The better to cum with, my dear. Would you believe I can often cum just by rubbing my thighs together?"
"I'm about ready to believe most anything you tell me. You said earlier that Maggie's clit is bigger than yours. How do you know? A clit isn't something you see in the normal course of events, even if you are sisters."
Debra giggled and kissed him lightly. "Since the music has stopped, we'd better go back to the table." She backed away from him and smoothed her dress down. Then, taking him completely by surprise, she took his hand and guided his finger to his own mouth. "Have a taste of what you've been playing in," she said with a bright, seductive smile. "Maggie said you like to eat pussy and that your tongue is very talented. Is that true?"
"I love to eat pussy. Others have to judge how talented my tongue is, but no one has complained yet."
"Good. Now, let's join Maggie. We don't want her to get lonely." She took his hand and led him hastily back across the dance floor. "I hope we didn't keep you waiting too long, darling. We got hung up."
Maggie eyed the front of Jake's pants. She smiled broadly and winked at him. "Looks like you enjoyed dancing with my sister, darling. Doesn't she look absolutely ravishing in that dress?"
"Ravishing is an understatement," he replied. "You two are really something else. I've never met even one such wanton woman, let alone two at the same time."
"Oh, darling, the evening is young and we haven't even begun to kick up our heels," Maggie said with a sexy laugh.
Debra ran her hand over the bulge in the front of his pants. "We'd better take this manly thing where we can have more privacy," she said, beaming brightly. "He seems to be in dire need of some of our more affectionate talents."
Maggie sat in the middle of the front seat on the way to the hotel, and Debra sat next to the door.
Debra pulled her dress up, baring her thighs. "Whew, it's pretty warm tonight," she said, grinning wickedly.
"Is it the weather or just you?" Maggie teased. She put her hand in Jake's lap and squeezed his still-hard dick. "It must be the weather," she mused. "Everything seems to be burning up."
"Damn!" Jake muttered, fighting to keep his eyes on the road and his attention on his driving. "What are you wearing under your dress?"
"Oh, the same thing my sister has under hers. Want to see?"
She lifted her dress around her waist. Her auburn pussy hair flashed into view. She dropped her dress, letting it lie across the top of her thighs so part of her pretty bush showed.
The sisters looked at each other, contemplated what they would do when they reached the hotel, and smiled.
CHAPTER NINE
Jake closed and locked the door behind him and turned to face the ladies. "Would you like a drink?" he asked.
"I don't need one," Debra replied.
"Neither of us drinks very much," Maggie said. "Never felt the need for it."
"I thought so," Jake said. "You get your high from just being alive, don't you? A natural high, you might say."
"Best kind," Debra said.
Maggie held out her arms. "Debra had all the fun dancing," she said softly. "I need a little loving."
Jake took her hands in his and pulled her to him. Her arms went around his neck. His arms went around her waist. She tilted her mouth up. He covered her lush lips with his. Her mouth opened. The tip of his tongue slithered over her lips, lightly caressing them. Slowly, barely moving, his tongue made its way into her mouth.
Slowly, tenderly, his tongue played around the inside of her mouth, exploring, sliding over her gums and teeth, over her tongue, along the inside of her cheeks. She closed her lips and sucked on his tongue. He began working it in and out of her mouth, simulating a fucking motion. She let her lips stay together just enough to hold the long piece of flesh.
She could feel his cock rubbing against her lower belly. Her hips moved forward involuntarily, pressing her cunt mound against him. His hands slipped down to cup her ass, one cheek in each hand. He pulled her closer. She moaned and sucked harder on his tongue. She opened her legs slightly and got the head of his prick between her thighs, then began to ride it.
One of his hands left her ass. He pushed her chest back from his and put his hand on her bulging tit. She leaned back and stared at him, her eyes smoldering with lust, her plush, sensual lips parted slightly, giving her a totally wanton look.
He scooped one of her tits out of the low-cut dress and cupped it lovingly. "Magnificent," he murmured.
Maggie took her arms from around his neck and pulled the top of her dress down around her waist. She looked at her sister and held out her hand. "You don't have to stand over there all alone, darling. Join us, and we'll smother him in bare tits." She pushed her dress over her hips and kicked it aside.
Debra pulled her dress over her head and let it fall to the floor as she went to them. Her splendid, hefty tits jiggled gently as she walked. "God, you're breathtaking," Jake said softly, ogling her voluptuous naked body. "How did I get lucky enough to have both of you together?"
Debra slipped one arm around Maggie, and one around Jake, and they put their arms around her. The three of them embraced and the women kissed him.
"You fucked me so magnificently, darling," Maggie said. "Debra and I are very close, and I just had to share your talented tongue and gorgeous cock with her. You can handle both of us, can't you?"
"If not, I'll call down for room service," he joked.
"Oh, and just what would you do if they sent up a waitress instead of a waiter?" Debra asked.
"Try my best and die happy, I guess."
He took a step back and looked at them together, at their fully erect, sumptuous nipples, at the erogenous flush covering their throats and chests. He hefted one of Maggie's tits in one hand and one of Debra's tits in the other hand. Their sexual glow deepened and their nipples lengthened and thickened.
His hands went between their thighs and settled on their alluring cunt mounds. Together, they stared at his hands and opened their legs for him. He slid the middle finger of each hand along their sultry, torrid slits, then slipped two fingers into each saturated hole. They whined and jerked their hips, thrusting on his fingers.
"How do you like having both hands full of hot cunt?" Maggie asked.
"Fantastic!" he said softly. "Get on the bed.
Lie side by side and show me your fabulous pussies."
He moved to the foot of the bed and stared at them as they propped themselves against the headboard and spread their legs, revealing their fertile gardens of pleasure. He undressed hurriedly as he looked at the raunchy sisters eagerly displaying their carnal treasures for his viewing pleasure.
"Wider," he said. "As wide as you can get them. Show me everything."
They stared at him with humid, passionate eyes as they spread their legs wider. Maggie slid her left leg under Debra's right leg and inched toward her until their hips touched.
Jake heard a suggestive, squelchy sound as their pussy lips separated. Bountiful sex dew coated their hairy cracks. He knew he had never seen a more stunning, provocative sight. They looked enough alike to be twins.
"Beautiful," he said. "A gorgeous strawberry roan and a gorgeous palomino. Use your hands. Spread your lips wide open. Show me some pink."
They felt absolutely wanton as they responded to his commands. Using just the tips of their fingers so as not to block his view of the luscious interior of their twats, they slowly peeled the puffy lips of their cunts apart, spreading them as wide as they would go.
Both women were fully under his mastery, entirely unable to disobey. Not that either woman had even a fleeting thought of challenging his authority. Neither one had ever exhibited herself so lasciviously to any man, not even her husband. Of course, fools that they were, neither husband had ever asked for such a raunchy exhibition!
Jake stared into the nearly identical hair-fringed gaps of juicy, pink cunt flesh. Both joy buzzers stood out from their hoods, looking so tantalizing. Maggie's clit was slightly bigger than her sister's. His blood pressure went up a few degrees. His breathing became shallow. He licked his lips. His tongue ached to touch the succulent meat they displayed in such a bawdy manner. Released from the confines of his tight jeans, his prick stuck straight out in front of his loins, bobbing up and down in time with the beat of his heart. The head of his cock pulsated avariciously, as if it could smell its quarry.
"Such majestic clits," he said, his voice husky with hankering. "Play with them. Show me how you get yourself off."
Debra looked at her sister and shivered with emotion. "God, I've never jacked off in front of a man," she whispered.
Jake didn't catch the hidden meaning in her comment. Maggie did. She wondered what he would say if he knew Debra had jacked off in front of his wife. Probably several times, if she knew her sister.
"Let's do it," she said passionately. "I'm so fucking hot I'm ready to explode!"
The middle finger of her right hand slithered over her bloated clit. Two fingers of her left hand gouged into her cunthole, then both hands began to work at once. She wanted to cum, wanted to get herself off. For him. For herself. For the whole fucking world!
She glanced at her sister. Debra was also going at her cunt furiously. They half-lay, half-sat against the headboard, with their legs wide open, two visions of bawdy pulchritude. Maggie stared at Jake's cock and tipped her pudendum higher, exposing herself to his full view, and Debra followed suit.
"Play with your cock," Debra said fervently.
Jake gripped his prick in his left fist and began to stroke it slowly. The squishy sounds of their fingers working in their aroused twats drifted across the bed, assailed his ears, seared his brain.
The sisters acted as if they had one mind. Their eyes burned with lust as their fingers began to move faster and faster. A lustrous sex flush covered their face and chest. Their tits heaved and jiggled. Their hips began to writhe in rhythm to their finger-fucking.
Her voice husky with emotion, Maggie whispered, "Voyeur. You get a charge out of watching sisters jack off for you, don't you?"
Jake smiled without speaking. His prick had grown exceptionally hard as he watched the foxy sisters perform their licentious, lewd act for his benefit.
"Beat your meat, baby!" Debra said. "Whip the hell out of it!" She pulled her fingers all the way out of her twat, then shoved them back in, hard. She knew how it was going to feel when he stuffed his magnificent hunk of man meat up her cunt. The thought excited her even more. "I'm going to cum!" she wailed.
"Ohhh, me too!" Maggie announced hoarsely. Two fingers probed into her drenched hole, moving in and out rapidly. The finger on her clit picked up speed, going round and round and up and down in a blur, stimulating her horny clit furiously. "Now!" she screamed as her orgasm started. Her voice got louder and louder as she came harder and harder.
"Yesss!" Debra wailed.
Jake watched as their hands mauled their clits and pumped their cunt-holes. Their bodies shook, their eyes rolled back. They seemed to lose control at the same time and began to bounce spastically on the bed. He crawled onto the bed, knelt between them, bent over with his eyes barely inches from their juicy cracks so he had a close-up view of the action.
When their hands fell away from their cunts, he leaned down and kissed each one lovingly. "Two luscious pussies," he said. "Two alluring bushes, one red, one blonde. The way the inner lips of your cunts protrude is absolutely enchanting."
"Don't tell me you just to want to look at them," Maggie whispered teasingly. "Do you think cumming once is enough for us? A cum we had to give ourselves, at that."
"Looking isn't the only thing I'm going to do. But I'm a connoisseur of cunts. When I see one, or, in this case, two I particularly like, I like to take the time to admire them."
"You're kinky," Debra said.
"Uh-huh. And you both like it."
"Can't you at least kiss them while you're looking?" Maggie asked.
"Don't rush me. I know what to do. Did you have any complaints the last time I went down on you?"
"No," Maggie said meekly.
He leaned over and licked the full length of her crack, starting at the bottom, just in front of her asshole, not stopping until his tongue reached the bushy hair beyond the top of her cleft.
"Oooooo," Maggie whispered. "Outstanding! Lick Debra. She's never felt your tongue in her cunt."
Jake licked Debra's gash the same way he had licked Maggie's.
Debra gasped and muttered, "Ooohhh, you do have a wonderful tongue."
"Of course I do," he replied confidently. "If you liked that, you will like this even better."
He parted her cunt lips with his fingers, flattened his tongue into a very broad brush and slowly, very slowly, dragged it along her succulent gash. He devoted the next few minutes to slowly licking her slit. His tongue passed over her clitoris each time it reached the top of her crack, but he didn't dwell on the hard stud.
Her clit had risen way out of its hood, standing forth like a small penis. Her body jerked each time his tongue came in contact with the large love button. Her ass began to hunch up and down and wriggle from side to side as she responded to his licking.
"God, Maggie, he's making my cunt feel so fucking good!" Debra whimpered.
"I told you he would," Maggie replied softly. She reached over and began to caress one of her sister's quivering tits. "Jake, darling, suck her off."
Jake paused and said, "If I had a forked tongue, I could do both of you at once."
"I thought all lawyers had forked tongues," Debra quipped.
"Better not insult me," he replied with a chuckle. "I'll stop and your sister will have to lick your pussy."
"Later, darling," Debra whispered urgently. "Lick me some more. I'll keep my mouth shut until you're ready to stick your gorgeous cock in it."
Her remark went right over his head. He chortled and put his tongue back in her drenched slot. Juice flowed from her hole in a steady stream. Her breathing became very shallow. She whimpered ecstatically as he ate her cunt with superb artistry, his versatile tongue turning her cunt into a buttery mushiness. Maggie pulled and pinched her nipples, making the large buds stand up hard and pointy. She felt her orgasm building, ready to erupt and wash over her.
Abruptly, Jake stopped licking her slit.
"Noooooo!" Debra whined in distress.
Jake ignored her passionate plea. Getting on his knees between her thighs, he slithered the head of his prick up and down her slit. Up and down the rubbery knob went, duplicating the way he licked her juicy slit.
Again, when it became obvious Debra was ready to surrender to her orgasmic pleasure, he switched tactics. He straddled her chest, with his cock sticking out above her large, heaving tits.
Maggie whispered, "Let me help." She grabbed his prick and began to rub the bloated knob over her sister's inflated nipples.
Debra looked at Jake through lust-glazed eyes. "You're both cruel."
She mouthed the words, but she didn't truly mean them. She genuinely enjoyed the sexy tease. For the first time, a man was taking the time to make her nearly beg for an orgasm. Always before, it had been up to her to get off on her own, as soon as she could, so she wouldn't be left in the lurch. Jake and her darling sister were doing things for her pleasure only. Her heart overflowed with exhilaration.
Jake chuckled mischievously. "How badly do you want to cum?"
"So badly I can hardly stand it," Debra replied, panting heavily. "Are you going to fuck me now?"
"Hmmmmmm," he mused. He looked at Maggie. "Do you think I should fuck your sister now? Maybe we should tease her some more."
"Fuck her, darling!" Maggie exclaimed. "I want her to feel your wonderful cock stretching her cunt. Try not to cum in her, though. I want some, too."
"Whatever you say."
Jake lifted Debra's legs and pushed them wide apart. Maggie sat up, grabbed his prick and stuffed the swollen knob in the mouth of her sister's cunt.
"Oh, yeah, baby," Debra moaned. "Oh, yes, that's right, baby. Stick that gorgeous cock in me. Yes, baby, now fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
Her overheated box swallowed his thick prod greedily as he levered his hips forward, treating her slick cunt to a generous portion of his stiff meat. He held her legs over his shoulders and sank his rampant prick deeper and deeper, going into her receptive love tunnel with quick, smooth thrusts, giving her every formidable inch of his fuck pole.
Debra locked her ankles behind his neck, relieving him of the burden of supporting her trembling limbs, holding herself wide-open for him. He put his hands on her hips and looked down at her magnificent body, ready, eager to plow her garden in earnest.
Debra began to hunch and twist impatiently, telling him by actions rather than words how badly she wanted him to fuck her.
Maggie sat upright against the headboard so she could see every little detail as Jake fucked her wanton sister. She spread her own legs and began to titillate her own clit lightly with the tip of her finger.
Jake looked at her pussy and grinned. "You know how to excite a guy, don't you?" he asked.
"Are you going to get off again?"
"Without doubt, darling," she said exuberantly. "I'm so fucking turned on, I could cum if someone just breathed on my clit!"
Jake began to fuck Debra forcefully. She bucked her hips, humping so wildly she nearly pulled away from his plunging prick. He marveled at her extraordinary tightness. He paused for a moment with his pubic hair pressed against her furry pussy lips, savoring the feel of her tight sheath.
Then his hips began to buck swiftly as he battered her cunt tumultuously. His groin slapped into her tender crotch with each hard, forward lunge. He fucked her with the full length of his cock, reveling in the tightness, the enjoyment of her wonderful love hole.
"Oh, yes, darling fuck my beautiful sister!" Maggie cried passionately. "Give her a fucking she'll never forget, darling! Make her cum, darling! I want to watch her cum on your cock!" She sucked in her breath and exhaled noisily. "Oh, fuck, darling, I'm going to cum!" she yelled.
He continued to pummel Debra's cunt as he watched Maggie frig her clit furiously. An expression of enchanted rapture wreathed her beautiful face as her orgasm started and she began to bawl with satisfaction.
With a screeching wail, Debra tumbled over the edge into the sweet, agonizing oblivion of total capitulation to her orgasm. Her hips whipped and twisted urgently, then began to corkscrew. Her tits bounced and shimmied from the violent contortions of her body and his mighty lunges. She hit her peak twice, then went slack.
CHAPTER TEN
Jake pulled his cock out of Debra's sloppy hole and flopped onto his belly between Maggie's legs. He shoved her hand out of the way and glued his mouth to her hairy, dripping snatch. His tongue began an erotic snake dance on her swollen clit.
Maggie's breath escaped in a great whoosh the instant his mouth closed over her gash. When his tongue began to lash her clit, she nearly swooned with rapture. Her hips began to hunch. Her thighs quivered. Her tits bounced and jiggled. She bucked and lurched her cunt at his mouth.
Her hands flew frantically to his head and closed over his ears. "Ohhhhhh, yesss!" she called out, beside herself with passion. She hadn't expected him to help her cum. "Eat my cunt, baby! Eat it up!"
Debra sat up, looked at Jake, then kissed her sister. "Get it, darling," she whispered. "I want to watch you cum. You look so spectacular when you cum."
Jake continued to stroke her clit vigorously with his clever tongue. He maintained the same steady pace. Maggie didn't. Her wild contortions increased in speed and intensity. Soon, she began to buck so hard he had to hang onto her thighs to keep her from getting away.
"Oh, wow, look at her ass bounce," Debra said softly. "God, how exciting!"
Loud, impetuous wails began to pour from Maggie's mouth. She came very hard. Eased off for just a second. Started cumming again, this time deeper and harder. Jake began to lick her clit faster.
Maggie's ass bounced and twisted in time with Jake's tongue dancing erotically over her sensitive love button. Her orgasm built steadily, carrying her to extraordinary heights. Her emotion jumped into high gear the moment he began to lick Debra's clit, then soared even higher when he stuck his splendid prick in her sister. Watching him fuck Debra, plus her finger on her own clit, combined to make her cum so hard she thought she would surely die from the stormy bliss engulfing her. She had never in her life had a better, more gratifying climax.
After a glorious rocket ride through the solar system, her excitement began to abate. She came down slowly. Ever so slowly. Jake continued to lick her clit lovingly as she gradually backed away from the sheer precipice of passion. When at last she came back to earth, she lay quietly, limp, unable to move a muscle.
"God damn!" she whispered.
Jake gave her pussy one last long lingering kiss. "I take it you liked the way I ate you."
"Did I ever!" she enthused. "I don't know when I've cum so hard. Or even if I ever have. Not many men know how to eat pussy so well."
"I'll second the motion!" Debra said with gusto. "I thought his tongue would turn me inside out! Why did I wait so long to open my legs for him?"
"Beats the hell out of me," Jake said.
He kissed Maggie and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, making sure she got a good taste of her own pussy juice in the process, thinking he was doing something novel. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. "Do you like the way my tongue tastes?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied, her voice as soft as a gentle zephyr on a warm summer evening, filled with admiration for the way he sucked her cunt. "It's a very interesting taste."
"Have you ever tasted another woman's pussy?"
Debra didn't want Maggie to answer his question. She wanted to spring their surprise on him when he least expected it. "My turn," she said quickly. "I want to suck your cock."
"Don't suck him off, darling," Maggie said, thankful for her sister's interruption. "I want him to fuck me before he dumps his load."
"I'll just suck it a little bit, then you fuck him. When he's ready to cum, get off and let me take it in my mouth. Okay?"
"Okay," Maggie agreed.
Debra rolled Jake onto his back. She slid down his body, her nipples tracing fiery little trails on his skin as they skittered across his skin. His prick twitched robustly when it passed between the two solid mounds of magnificent mammary flesh.
She skipped the finesse, the time consuming although pleasing dallying, and went straight for his prick with her mouth. She grabbed his shaft and jerked the foreskin back roughly. The action wasn't meant to hurt. She was simply acting out her passion. Her tongue slurped over the head of his prick and drew the stiff column of flesh deep into her mouth. The tip touched the back of her throat before she stopped. She sucked lustily for a few minutes, using her tongue expertly.
Jake made no move to stop her. She and her sister seemed to have everything under control. When Debra showed up with Maggie, he wasn't sure how she would fit into his plans to have another uninhibited joust with Maggie. Debra answered that question on the dance floor. If they wanted to take turns sucking him and getting their sweet pussies eaten and fucked, that was fine with him.
Debra lifted her head and grinned. "Come on, cowgirl. Mount this gorgeous thing and take a wild ride." She continued to fondle his stiff meat as Maggie got to her knees and straddled his hips.
Maggie's grin was raunchy, hedonistic. She hovered over the end of his prick, her wet slit inches from the tip. Her ass went lower, just enough to touch her hot cunt lips to the blunt end of his cock. Looking directly into his eyes with a hot, lusty stare, she wiggled her ass.
Debra put one hand behind Maggie's ass, held his shaft upright and rubbed the tip back and forth through her sister's sloppy slot.
"Oh, Jake, darling, I love to fuck," Maggie whispered breathlessly. "Did you know that? Did you know that I simply love to have a magnificent stiff cock stuffed up my cunt?"
"I knew it years ago," he replied. "You couldn't hide your nature if you tried. Neither can you, Debra. You two are like two peas in a pod."
"Are you saying we look like cheap fucks?" Debra said.
"Good God, no! There's nothing cheap about either one of you. I'm simply saying I know when a woman likes to fuck, and you two would rather fuck than eat."
"Not always," Debra quipped. "We like to suck cock and eat cum."
Maggie took no part in the conversation. She was slowly going wild as Debra rubbed the head of Jake's wonderful prick through her cunt lips, inexorably scaling the peak of madness. Before she reached the point of no return, she captured the tip of his prick with the mouth of her cunt. The blunt knob nosed between the drizzling lips of her snatch as she slowly lowered her ass.
Debra held the thick shaft firmly, cooing and murmuring happily as her sister's cunt methodically ate his meat.
His cock slid in easily, inch by hard inch, into the depths of her sweltering sex hole. The pleasure was so acute that she arched her back like a big cat and suddenly let her body drop, taking his prick all the way to the balls in one fell swoop.
Debra pulled her fingers out of Maggie's crotch and kissed her on the lips. "Oh, darling, you look so lovely sitting on his big old cock. It feels so good, doesn't it?"
"Marvelous!" Maggie smiled dreamily. "I think I can cum right now," she whispered ardently.
Jake put his hands on top of her shoulders and pulled her forward. Her tits swung free, dangling over his face, the mounds swollen with passion, the nipples so stiff they looked like two bullets.
"What are you waiting for?" he asked. "Cum all you want to. That's why you're here, isn't it?"
"God, yes!" Maggie exclaimed. "I haven't had so much fucking fun since I don't know when! You've got a wonderful cock, Jake Steele! And I'm going to fuck myself silly on it!"
She began to enthusiastically slide her honeyed love sheath up and down the full length of his hard fuck pole. Her ass rose and fell with a steadfast, methodical rhythm as she fucked herself toward paradise. She kept her body bent way over so he could easily reach the thick buds capping her tits, and he tongued and sucked her nipples to increase her pleasure.
The more pleasing his prick felt sliding in and out of her cunt, the faster she fucked. She slid her knees a little further apart so her ass went lower. She began to jam her cunt down so hard that the head of his dick hit bottom on each downstroke. He began thrusting his hips up, slamming into her hard when she plunged down.
She closed her eyes and moved in harmony to his strokes. Each delightful lunge brought her closer and closer to another orgasm. His prick felt so virile, so dynamic inside her. She couldn't detect any indication that he was about to cum.
But she certainly was! When her ass was all the way down, their pubic hair mingled. She used the opportunity to scrub her clit through his coarse bush. The muscles in her cunt clenched and relaxed rhythmically around the hard tube of his dick, like soft lips caressing the big veins that ran from the root of his prick to the head.
Suddenly, she began to spasm coercively.
Her pussy clutched at his prick as though trying to milk it. She bucked up and down lively, increasing the friction in her cunt, doubling her stimulation. Hot juice trickled out of her steaming cunt and ran down the length of his meaty column. She began to vocalize her delight. At the height of her orgasm, her body went completely stiff, only the muscles deep in her spastic chasm moving.
Jake latched onto her ass with both hands and began ramming his prick into her cunt with all of his strength. Each time he threw his hips up, he lifted her knees off the bed.
When her orgasm had run its course, she went limp. She lay limply on top of him as he continued to pump her pussy. The slickness of her tight fuck channel enabled his cock to slide in and out easily, going faster and deeper with each stroke. She put her hands on his chest and struggled to push herself up so she could look into his face.
"Are you going to cum now?"
"I'm in no hurry. I like to watch you cum."
Maggie looked at her sister. "Come on, darling, get in here and have a little fun. I'll keep his cock hard."
Debra got on her knees and helped Maggie sit up straight. She leaned over Jake, her nipples grazing his chest. He cupped and fondled the heavy mounds, one in each hand. She held his head between her hands, pressed her lips against his, and slithered her tongue into his mouth. He captured the elusive piece of tender flesh, stopped it from roaming around in his mouth, and sucked it avidly.
She broke the embrace and straddled his chest with her hairy cunt inches from his face. Using all ten fingers, she peeled her delicate, puffy cunt lips apart, revealing the pink inner flesh.
"Enough of that kissing stuff. How does that look to you?"
"Good enough to eat," he replied.
"Then stop talking and get to it," she said.
He grabbed her hips, pulled her crotch down to his face, and mashed her snatch to his mouth. The contact filled her with electrifying pleasure. He filled his mouth with her savory flesh and slithered his tongue into her cunthole, poking and probing every nook and cranny of her dripping hole.
Maggie caressed her sister's bare back and squirmed her ass to keep her passions high and Jake's prick hard. She decided it was time to let him know she and her sister liked more than hard cock. As soon as he put his cock in Debra again, they would let him in on their secret.
Debra squirmed and twitched and pressed her cunt into his mouth, leaning forward so she had a better angle between her crotch and his mouth.
Jake reached up and cupped one swinging tit. He caught her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twisted the thick bud.
"Aaahhh, yes, baby, pinch my tits!" she exclaimed. "Lick my clit! Don't stop, baby! Get me off!"
His tongue moved from her hole to her clit and began busily flogging the stud of swollen, sensitive flesh, inflaming her entire torso with craving. He had no intention of stopping. He wanted her to cum nearly as much as she wanted to get off. Then he was going to impale her with his hard cock and fuck her brains out.
Debra was a fast cummer. She began to vibrate and scrub her cunt on his mouth. A few thudding heartbeats later, she began to yell as her orgasm tore through her.
Hot-blooded passion drew Maggie into the skirmish. Watching her sister cum so hard on Jake's mouth kicked her own desire into high gear.
She climbed off Jake's cock and scuttled up by Debra. She knelt by her sister, put her arm around Debra and hugged her close. She reached out and took her sister's free swinging tit in her hand and began to massage it, duplicating Jake's action on her other tit.
Debra scrubbed her snatch all over Jake's face and ground her soggy slit into his sucking mouth. Hot fuck juice poured out of her hole like a small river. Her excited twisting and humping smeared the sticky liquid all over his chin and cheeks and mouth.
Abruptly, she slid down his body and started to get back on his prick for another satisfying ride to the buzzer.
Maggie grasped her sister's arm and pulled. "Get on your hands and knees, darling, and let him mount you from the rear. It's time."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Debra knew what Maggie meant. She got on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed and wiggled her ass impatiently. "Here it is, darling. Come get it."
Jake got on his knees behind her, his aching cock swaying like a tree trunk. He inched up behind her ass, taking it easy, no frantic rush to wildly fuck her. He needed a good cum, but he could take his time about it so she would enjoy it, too.
"Ummmmmm," Debra sighed, content to wait for him, the anticipation exciting. "I like to fuck this way."
Maggie got on her knees at Debra's side, one hand busily working in her own cunt, about to burn up with excitement generated by the prospect of revealing their secret to Jake.
Jake positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to Debra's cunt. The puffy lips of her pussy opened to admit him. He levered his hips forward, slowly feeding her hungry cunt some of his cock meat. She sighed deeply once more. He eased his prick between the soft clinging, velvety lips of her cunt, gradually fucking the rest of his dick inside her.
"Lie down in front of her," he told Maggie. "No reason you should be left out."
"Why should I do that?" Maggie asked innocently.
"Because I want her to eat your pussy."
"You want me to lick a pussy?" Debra gasped, going along with Maggie's game, feigning shock at such an outrageous proposal. "My sister's pussy?"
"Oh, that's kinky!" Maggie said. "Why don't I just sit here where you can watch and get myself off while you fuck her? You're fucking both of us at the same time and we're both going to suck you off. Isn't that enough?"
"Why don't you two cooperate? What's wrong with a woman eating pussy?"
"But, darling, we're sisters!" Debra protested. She couldn't keep the strain out of her voice. His cock felt so damn good, stretching her pussy nearly to its limit, pumping in and out of her so wonderfully. "Even if I did eat pussy, and you don't know that I do, you can't expect me to do it to my sister! Would you ask your wife to suck her sister's pussy?"
"Damn!" Jake muttered. "Karen doesn't have a sister. Besides, she doesn't suck pussy, and I think you two do."
Neither woman told him the truth about his dear wife and her penchant for pussy.
"Oh, what the hell, darling," Maggie said. "Why don't we do it, just to please him? We don't have to do anything real kinky. Just lick my clit a little, just enough so he can't say we don't cooperate. You don't have to get me off."
"Well, if you say so," Debra replied, giving her sister a conspiratorial wink. "In case I do like it, is it all right if I do more than just lick it a little?"
"Whatever you want, darling," Maggie said, choking on the giggle that wanted to burst out.
Maggie got on her back in front of her sister, her lovely, well-shaped thighs spread wide. She scooted her ass forward, stopping when her cunt was directly below Debra's mouth. She drew her knees up and let them fall to the side, opening her crotch completely.
Jake stopped fucking Debra and let his cock soak in the tremendous heat of her pussy for a few moments. Her pussy felt like a sweltering oven. Her simmering chasm sparked additional flames of ardor that raced from the head of his prick to his balls.
He looked over Debra's shoulder at Maggie's crotch, at the salacious sight of her sopping snatch spread wide under her sister's mouth. Nothing excited him more than watching two women get it on. Debra licking Maggie's pussy was half of what he wanted. As soon as he finished fucking Debra, he would get the other half. He groaned loudly. He was going to cum soon. Very soon. And very hard.
Debra threw her head back and twisted her ass around, utterly thrilled by his magnificent rod. The feverish, grasping muscles of her cunt tugged on the head of his cock. As if his prick stretching her cunt to the limit wasn't enough stimulation, there was her sister, lying under her face with her legs wide open, offering her a delicious red-haired cunt to suck.
The pressure of Debra's fiery snatch and pulsating muscles staggered Jake's mind. "Do it!" he husked. "Lick her clit!"
Debra slid her hands under Maggie's ass and lowered her head. She traced the outline of her sister's cunt lips with the tip of her tongue, feeling Maggie shudder. "Mmmmmm, I like the taste of your pussy, darling," she said softly.
"You two have been pulling my leg, haven't you?" Jake said.
Maggie giggled. "Girls have to have a little fun on their night out, darling. Do you like fucking my sister as much as you like fucking me?"
"You're both fantastic," he said hoarsely. "Two wanton women with tight cunts."
"I told you we get wild when we kick up our heels," Maggie said. "Let's all cum together!"
Jake began to fuck Debra with long, slow strokes. Debra plunged her tongue deep into Maggie's delectable, sultry twat, her heart pounding fiercely as the juicy essence coated her tongue and lips. She compared the way Jake's cock bored into the depths of her pussy with the way her tongue probed her sister's sweet love hole. The similarity enchanted her. It was as if the cock fucking into her from the rear reached all the way through her to delve into Maggie's hole.
Debra riveted her attention on Maggie's cunt, immersing herself in the exquisite sap flowing from her sister's hole, probing the quivering walls with her tongue before she lavished frantic suction on her inflated, sensitive clitoris.
Maggie's body began to run on a carnal auto pilot, jerking and bucking and twitching from her sister's clever oral ministrations, pleasing Debra tremendously. She wanted her sister to cum very hard. Without doubt, she was going to get off with a loud bang. Jake's cock felt so marvelous in her cunt. Her orgasm began building rapidly.
Maggie churned wildly beneath Debra's gifted tongue and lips, gasping and contracting her cunt with ecstasy as her sister held her writhing ass tightly and tried to lick her clit down to a tiny nubbin. She felt her orgasm lurking just beneath the surface. She willed herself to relax and let it happen.
Jake picked up the pace, slamming his prick to the hilt in Debra's cunt with each lunge, fucking her swiftly with mighty plunges. She twisted her ass furiously and lunged back at him, silently urging him to fuck her as hard as he could. Maggie's fleshy cunt muffled her ecstatic cries of joy.
The fast volley of fucking thrusts drove Debra wild. She grunted exuberantly with each jab. Her head began to swirl in a sea of passion, induced by his princely prick plundering her pussy and her sister's luscious cunt.
Maggie came first. And last, and in between.
Her lusty bellows of fulfillment bounced off the walls. She grabbed her sister's head and held it tight as her body went berserk.
Jake's battering strokes became shorter and faster. His cock sliced into the beautiful blonde's cunt fiercely. Then he slammed into her hard and held his prick to the hilt. He held onto her hips and ground his groin against her upturned ass as thick jets of jism shot into the depths of her cunt.
Debra gladly joined the lascivious cumming-out party. Her orgasm hit her like a thunderbolt and nearly took her breath away. She soared into oblivion, swept up by the spiraling whirlwind of orgasmic bliss, unable for the moment to do anything but hold her mouth over her sister's twat.
Jake emptied his cock and dismounted from Debra's churning ass. He sat down by her and watched her eat her sister's cunt.
Debra's orgasm waned and once again she began to lavish loving licks on her sister's sopping slit. She sucked Maggie's swollen clitoris between her lips and began to lick it delicately. Then lust consumed her. She pressed her mouth tightly to Maggie's hairy crack and began to vibrate her tongue in a frenzy, ignoring her sister's cries, electrified by Maggie's succulent flesh. She held on for dear life as Maggie tried to wriggle away, and used her lips to suck wildly as her tongue danced an erotic jig on her sister's clit. Maggie began pounding feebly on her sister's back and screaming with absolute ecstasy.
As suddenly as it had come over her, Debra's hunger dissipated. She released Maggie and rolled away, stretching languorously and licking her lips. "Mmmmmm, I enjoy sucking you off," she said, sighing deeply.
"I thought you were going to drive me crazy," Maggie replied. "You've got a wicked mouth, dear sister." "I like the way you cum." "I like the way you eat pussy." "I'd like it if you did each other," Jake said. Debra grinned at him. "You would, huh? Well, maybe my sister doesn't do women. She might not be willing."
Jake looked at Maggie. "This isn't the first time you two have done each other." He didn't ask a question, he made a statement of fact. "Your sister ate your pussy so well. You should return the favor."
"Maybe she doesn't expect reciprocity. Isn't it enough that you got to watch her suck me off?"
"No. I like to watch women do each other."
"Sisters sucking each other off is kinky," Maggie said. "That's what intrigues you, isn't it?" She looked at Debra. "Should we?"
"Why not?" Debra said. "He has fucked us both very well. We'll do each other, then suck him off. I want some of his cum in my mouth."
Debra leaned over and licked one of Maggie's big nipples. Still turned on, Maggie immediately began to pant and arched her chest upward, crushing her soft tit flesh into her sister's face. Debra tickled Maggie's belly with her fingertips and let her hand slide into her sister's crotch.
Maggie shivered with excitement when Debra began to manipulate her pussy lips. She caressed Debra's cheeks and kissed her sister passionately. Their tongues dueled back and forth between their mouths. Debra's middle finger explored her sister's slit feverishly. It poked and probed, hitting all the good places, making Maggie more and more excited, making her twist her ass in response.
"Get her G spot," Jake said to Debra. "Make her cum again before she eats your pussy."
"We're going to do a sixty-nine," Debra mumbled as she broke the fervent kiss.
Debra pushed Maggie onto her back, knelt beside her hip, and went to work with her finger. After a few moments, she added another finger to the redhead's cunt, curled the tips up, and found the large, sensitive area in the top of her cunt.
Maggie's body immediately began to buck and heave. She kicked her heels up and spread her legs far apart. "God, that feels good!" she whispered. "Keep doing it, darling. You're really getting me good."
Jake kissed Maggie on the mouth, asked, "Are you going to cum?" and began to suck her stiff nipples.
"Good God, yes!" True to her word, Maggie's scream of orgiastic joy split the air. She writhed and wailed, lost in the pleasure of the moment. At the peak of her orgasm, Debra straddled her body, her cunt inches away from her sister's mouth. Maggie stared into the blonde-haired hole, mesmerized by the sight. She licked her lips, stuck her tongue way out and wiggled the tip near Debra's slit.
Jake pushed Debra's ass down and positioned her cunt over Maggie's mouth. He stared between the cheeks of Debra's shapely ass, his eyes wide with intense interest, as Maggie slithered her tongue into her sister's slit. Debra lowered her head between Maggie's thighs and once again tasted the delicious essence of her sister's sexual core.
Maggie wondered about the unusual taste as the tip of her tongue penetrated deep into Debra's cunt. Then she realized she was tasting the jism Jake had dumped in Debra. She saw no difference between sucking a load of cum directly from a cock and getting it second-hand from a woman's cunt. She closed her mouth over her sister's sticky hole, took as much of the sex flesh into her mouth as she could, and began to suck hungrily.
The sisters locked themselves together in a raunchy embrace, arms and legs entwined, their bodies promptly heating up with lascivious fire. They wiggled and squirmed together as their tongues worked lickety-split, each intent on giving the maximum pleasure to the other while deriving equal pleasure.
Maggie liked the different, terribly exciting flavor of Debra's freshly fucked cunt. She also liked the feel of her nipples rubbing into Debra's lower belly. She compared doing a 69 with her sister to doing it with a man. Debra's body was so much softer. Jake was the first man she had met who really knew how to suck a pussy. Debra was just as good, in her own unique way. Talk about having the best of two wonderful worlds! She attacked Debra's pussy with renewed vigor.
Being the more experienced cunt licker, Debra held her orgasm off until she felt Maggie's pussy explode. Then she let herself go. The horny sisters came in unison, two mouths busily lapping up the offering of cunt juice that poured forth from each overflowing hole.
Jake watched the salacious scene, slowly stroking his cock with one hand, running his other hand over the lush bodies of the lascivious sisters. His prick had again filled with hot blood and swelled to its full size moments after the woman had gone down on each other.
He wondered how they were going to suck him off. Would they take turns, or go at him together? Not that he cared. Both were accomplished cocksuckers. He could not believe his good fortune in having both of the horny sisters at the same time.
Could he ever talk his oh-so-prim attorney's wife into doing a threesome with another woman and get her to suck a pussy? Did he even dare suggest such a thing to her? Would she hit him in the head with a frying pan and throw him out if he did?
Oh, well, he could always call Maggie and Debra when he wanted two women at the same time, who would give him a fabulous fucking and eat each other's pussy.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Debra looked at the sun and said, "Quitting time. Want to come over for dinner tonight? I've got a couple of porterhouse steaks we can burn."
"Haven't had a better offer in two days," Maggie replied. "You know I'm always interested in a hefty chunk of tasty meat."
Debra grinned. "We had quite a time with Jake on our girls night out, didn't we? Are we going to do it again?"
"I sure as hell hope so!" Maggie said. "In the meantime, feel free to help yourself any time the mood strikes you. He doesn't wear my brand."
"He wears Karen's brand, but you got there before I did and claimed squatter's rights. Thanks for clearing the air. Never know when my appetite will get the better of me and I don't want to do anything to strain our relationship. As much as I like cock, our friendship is more important." Debra patted her sister on the ass. "I'll take a quick shower and throw the meat on the grill. Come on over whenever you're ready."
"In a few minutes," Maggie said. "I have to shower and wash my hair. I feel like a damn fool letting that colt drag me across the corral." You just lost your footing. No big deal. See you in a few minutes."
Debra pushed her plate aside and said, "What are we going to do about Sam and Bobby?"
"What can we do? We aren't even sure where they are, what they're doing, or if they even want to come back. If Bobby comes back, I'll deal with it then. One day at a time is all I can handle."
"I have a feeling they won't come back," Debra said. "I think they both realized they're happier as carefree bachelors and they just took off."
"Yeah, you may be right. I don't know how you feel about Sam, but I don't need Bobby."
"And I don't need Sam. We have the ranch, we're making money, we have each other, and we have a social life. We aren't getting rich, but we're comfortable."
"I'm more comfortable than I've been in years," Maggie said. "If Jake is right and they are deeply in debt because of gambling, that's a hassle we don't need. Opening that sports store was a bad decision. Bobby was always after me to put money into it. I told him: I would support us, but he couldn't have one penny for that place."
"Yeah, Sam was always after me for money. I caved in once, then set my foot down and said no more. After that, the sex stopped. Thank God I started going to Karen's Wednesday night parties and discovered another outlet, or I would have been climbing the walls."
"I supported Bobby from the day we got married, and he certainly didn't take care of his homework. I've had more good fucking in the past couple of weeks than I got in the past year with him."
"Hmmm," Debra mused. "Speaking of fucking, are you horny?"
"I'm always horny, darling! What did you have in mind? Want to have another girls night out?"
"Oh, I don't expect we could find much in town to compete with Jake and I don't want to drive all the way to Cheyenne. I thought we might try out that dildo you bought from Ruth."
"Well, we can't do it sitting here! Want me to go get it?"
"Why don't we just go to your place?"
They cleared the table and walked across to Maggie's house, holding hands.
"Why don't we think about moving into one house and closing the other one, at least temporarily?" Debra said. "Foolish to spend every night alone."
"Your place is bigger. I'll start moving my stuff tomorrow. If the guys do come back, maybe we'll let them live in the other house."
They started undressing as soon as they were inside the front door of Maggie's house. By the time they reached the bedroom, they were both nude. Debra hopped on the bed and crawled into the middle, sitting with her legs crossed Indian-fashion, her cunt gaping open.
Maggie looked at her sister's pussy and grinned.
"You've spoiled me, you wicked girl. I can't look at your pussy without wanting to eat it."
"It was probably bound to happen sooner or later," Debra replied. "I'm just glad I got to you first. Let's fuck, then we can lick a little clit if we have the energy."
Maggie put her hand in her crotch and ran her middle finger through her slit. "You'd better find someone else if you want to lick a little clit," she quipped.
"Figure of speech, darling. Jake likes our clits, doesn't he?"
Maggie giggled. "Jake likes everything about us. We blew his mind when we both showed up to fuck him."
"Hmmmm, we blew more than his mind," Debra mused. "Boy, his cock sure fills your mouth, doesn't it?"
Maggie got the dildo and harness from a dresser drawer. She tossed the fake prick on the bed in front of Debra. "Uh-huh, and that will fill your pussy."
Debra picked up the dildo and ran one hand along the shaft. "Boy, I'll say it will. It's as big as Jake's cock. And it feels so real, with veins and everything. Nice big head, too. I thought they were all hard plastic." She bent the shaft and let one end spring back up. "Real flexible. Feels like some sort of vinyl."
"I don't know rubber from vinyl," Maggie said. "This is the first one I've ever seen. Ever use one?"
Debra shook her head. "Karen has one that's more rigid. I handled it and watched Jessie fuck Marie with it one night at Karen's. We got turned on watching them fuck and started eating each other like crazy, so I never got around to getting fucked with it. I like this one. It bends and feels so real."
"Yeah," Maggie said, grinning, "except it never goes soft on us." She held up the harness. "Want me to fuck you first?"
"Okay, but don't just climb in the saddle and shove it in me. Let's pretend it's the real thing. You know, with lots of foreplay. Kissing and touching, and all that good stuff."
"Sure, darling. Whatever you want," Maggie said, happy to oblige. "I got something extra with this. When I opened the box, I discovered that the harness is made to hold two dildos, one pointing in each direction."
"Hey, that's neat!" Debra said. "One for the fucker and one for the fuckee. Did it come with two?"
"Yep. The one I get is smaller, but it will get the job done." Maggie attached the smaller dildo, pushed it into her cunt, then strapped on the harness and attached the larger dildo. "How do I look with a cock?" She posed for her sister, standing sideways so Debra could see how the fake prick stuck out from her crotch.
"Sex-eee. Big beautiful tits, a luscious body, a delicious pussy and a gorgeous cock. You've got it all, girl!"
Maggie laughed and pretended to jack her cock. "I can see why a man feels so powerful with one of these things hanging between his legs."
"How does the one in your cunt feel?"
"Umrara, fabulous!" Maggie said softly. "It wiggles every time I move. I just might cum before I even start fucking you."
"Go right ahead, baby. I'll catch up with you!"
Maggie crawled onto the bed and laid down by Debra. They turned to face each other and their hands began to wander over each other's voluptuous body, caressing, fondling, exploring as if they had never touched each other before.
Debra pushed herself on one elbow and kissed her sister. Maggie's sumptuous lips were supple, responsive, yet very demanding. The softness of a woman's lips always surprised her. Much softer than a man's. She liked kissing another woman. She ran her tongue into Maggie's mouth and wiggled it. When she pulled it back, Maggie's tongue followed and probed her mouth. Her pulse pounded. Hot blood coursed through her body.
Maggie slid her hand into her sister's crotch and caressed Debra's hairy snatch. She slipped her middle finger into Debra's slit and began fondling her sister's big clit.
Debra broke the kiss, became terribly excited when she looked down at Maggie's crotch. The artificial prick stood straight out, appearing to sprout from Maggie's bushy auburn cunt hair, looking exceptionally erotic. She wrapped her fist around the shaft and moved it up and down, just like jacking a real cock.
"I can't wait any longer, darling," Debra said hotly, her voice hoarse with excitement. "Shove your beautiful cock up my cunt and fuck the hell out of me!" She flopped onto her back, spread her legs wide and held out her arms to her sister. "Come on, baby, mount up and ride!"
Maggie knelt between her sister's splayed thighs, aimed the cock at the entrance of her wet snatch, and eased the head in. Debra tugged on Maggie's hips, making her sink the full length of the long, thick shaft of the fake dick into her depths.
"Give me all of it, darling!" Debra moaned. "God, I love to have my cunt stretched! Getting fucked by my sister is outrageous!"
"Fucking you makes me feel so wicked, darling," Maggie replied. She seated the vinyl dong fully, and paused for a moment, letting Debra's cunt get the feel of the artificial monster. She squirmed, giving herself a thrill with the smaller dildo stuck up her own tender channel. "Oooooo, the dildo in my cunt might be smaller, but it sure feels good!"
"I know," Debra moaned. "I can already tell I'm going to cum so hard."
Maggie lowered her head and took one of her sister's nipples in her mouth. "I love to suck your lovely tits," she whispered passionately as she lifted her head.
"Fuck me, baby," Debra said softly.
Maggie made a couple experimental thrusts, then grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under Debra's ass. "Now I can really fuck you."
Debra lifted her legs and put her hands behind her shapely thighs. She pulled her knees back until they touched her nipples, tipping her cunt and opening the road to her goodies. "Ride, baby, ride," she whispered. "It isn't going to take me long to cum for you."
"Spread your legs, darling, so I can suck your lovely tits while I fuck you."
"Yes! Oh, yes!" Debra moaned, opening her knees. Her tits stuck up majestically, seeming to beg Maggie to suck them.
Shaking with lust, her entire body infused with the flames of sexual excitement, Maggie leaned over and caught a big fat nipple between her lips as she lunged her hips forward, pushing her cock into Debra's expanded cunt. She pounded her prick into her sister until it hit bottom. Debra's nipple rose in Maggie's mouth, becoming thicker and harder.
Maggie licked her sister's nipple, then looked at her with humid, adoring eyes. "Ummmm, I like fucking you, darling!"
"You're a fabulous fuck, baby" Maggie said hoarsely. "Wonderful cunt!"
"Fuck my cunt, baby!" Debra wailed. "Fuck it good! Ooohhh, I love the way you fuck, darling! And I love to fuck and cum! Make me cum, darling, make me cum!"
"I've got a big prick that never gets soft, and I'm going to use it to fuck your brains out," Maggie replied. "Going to fuck you good, make you cum so much you won't be able to walk!"
"I know how to crawl!" Debra groaned. "Don't make promises! Fuck!"
Maggie grabbed Debra's nipple between her teeth and bit it gently as she began to pump her prick in and out of her sister's stormy cunt. She paused on each back stroke, teasing her wanton sister, then slamming back into her spastic fuck hole as hard as she could.
"Oh, fuck, baby!" Debra moaned breathlessly. "Your big cock feels so good, baby! You really know how to fuck a girl, baby! Keep it up, baby. You're really getting me good!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Maggie released Debra's nipple and raised up so she could watch her fat prick slide in and out of the her hot cunt. Her sister's luxurious quim captivated her. After being initiated into the distinctive delights of bisexual love at Karen's ribald party, all cunts fascinated her. Watching her thick shaft sliding in and out of Debra's plush, hair-covered lips, all wet and gooey with her sister's intimate oil, made her mind turn cartwheels.
"God, fucking your glorious cunt is wonderful, baby!" Maggie whispered. "I feel like the most virile man on earth, with the biggest fucking cock in the world, fucking the most adorable cunt in the whole fucking universe."
"A beautiful man with gorgeous big tits and a terrific cock!" Debra moaned.
Her climax was approaching rapidly. Maggie's prick might have been artificial, but it felt fantastic. So big and hard, expanding her cunt nearly to the limit, easily as far as Jake's cock stretched her. Certainly filling her fuller than Sam's cock ever had. Her moans and shivers and body movements became more dramatic.
Maggie fucked her sister harder, giving her deep tip-to-root thrusts, rocking her body with the force. Debra turned her thighs loose and locked them around Maggie's neck, her legs folded over, her ankles close together.
"Get ready to fly, baby!" Maggie panted. "I'm going to cum with you."
Riding a little higher in her sister's stellar saddle, Maggie worked the upper side of her prick over Debra's clit. She could feel her sister's strong cunt clinging to her cock, pulling on it, cradling it with her tight sheath. Her own cunt muscles flexed around the smaller dildo stuffed up her twat and her clit scrubbed against the soft harness.
The hasty, hot quivering of her ass and thighs, the juicy slap of her cunt, said more than words for Debra, a clear signal that she was going to have one hell of an orgasm! Her impetuous panting turned into an intemperate moan of delight. Her cunt flexed and vibrated in harmony with her body. Her sister's plunging prick jangled her nerves. One or two more good deep thrusts and she would get off.
"I'm going to cum, Maggie!" Debra yelled. "Ooohhh, yes, baby, fuck me good! Fuck me, dear sister, fuck me! I'm cumming, baby!" Her voice rose to an ecstatic crescendo as her climax came on strong.
Maggie rode out her sister's clamorous sex storm, holding onto Debra's thighs, her teeth clenched, her muscles straining as she slammed her cock into Debra with all her might. She felt her own orgasm stirring deep in her belly, but held it back for a few minutes longer. First, she had to deliver on her promise that Debra wouldn't be able to walk when they finished. She continued to pound away at her sister's cunt, fucking her through this orgasm, knowing that another one would start soon.
Debra bucked and jerked and twisted, aware only of the exquisite sensations washing over her body. Getting off on a tongue is fun, but a prick can't be beat! Even if it is artificial. She continued to cum and Maggie kept right on fucking dynamically. Her next orgasm seized her, arousing her to a higher peak.
"I'm cumming with you, baby!" Maggie shouted. She bucked and heaved turbulently, fucking her sister and herself as hard as she could.
"Get it, baby!" Debra wailed.
Debra came again. One after another, the orgasms ripped through her. She lost count of the number of times she came. Not that sheer quantity mattered. What mattered was the mind-boggling exhilaration she felt.
Finally, Debra gave it up, unable to move, unable to cum again, the last ounce of energy wrung from her slack body.
"Is that enough?" Maggie asked.
"Yes," Debra said faintly. "For now. God, baby, you really gave me a superb fucking!" She giggled. "God, your cock is still hard!" She reached down between her legs, let her fingers trail along the artificial prick. "Well, of course it is! How silly of me. Did you cum?"
"Yes. Once. I held back so you would cum as much as you could." "I came almost more than I could! Wiggle that thing around a little, and let me feel it. Ummm, that's good. Wish a man could do that after he's fucked real hard. Anyway, I thought I was going to die! The only thing missing was a big load of cum shooting into me."
"Do you feel it when Sam cums? Does he shoot a big load in you?"
"I've never felt Sam cum. I've never felt any man cum except Jake. I felt so fulfilled when he squirted me full of his hot cream."
"Yeah, me, too," Maggie agreed. "Too bad all men don't cum the way he does."
"Oh, I don't know," Debra said lazily. "If you eat caviar every day, it soon loses its uniqueness." She caressed her sister's cheeks and smiled. "Want to change roles and let me get you off some more?"
"Does my pussy have red hair around it?" Maggie laughed.
Maggie got off Debra and un-strapped the harness. She sighed as she slowly removed the dildo from her cunt. "Whoever invented this thing knew what she was doing. Having a cock on each side is a terrific idea." "Believe it or not, a man probably invented it. A very perceptive, clever man, but a man nevertheless."
"Yeah, someone like Jake," Maggie sighed. "Why do all the good ones have to be married?"
"Because they are good, darling," Debra laughed. She got on her knees, took the harness from Maggie and began to strap it on. "We keep coming back to him, don't we?"
"Cumming is the operative word," Maggie said, playing on the word. "He's a rare jewel, a real diamond in the rough, so to speak."
"We can't expect him to take care of us all the time, you know. I don't mean we can't get him at all, but if we continue to double-fuck him every Wednesday night, we'll wear him out and cause trouble. He has to take care of Karen, you know. She's our friend. We can't do that to her."
"I know. It's just that he's so fucking good! Do you have any suggestions?"
"Not at the moment. I've been thinking about it, though. Maybe we should advertise for some hired hands, screen them carefully, and choose the ones who can do more than break and train horses."
"I don't need to be broken or trained," Maggie quipped. "I just want to get fucked every day."
"Well, I can take care of you for the moment," Debra said. She wiggled the harness to seat the dildo in her pussy. "I see what you mean about feeling sexy and powerful with a cock. Ready or not, here I come."
"I think we'll both cum!" Maggie giggled. She got on her hands and knees, spread her knees, and presented her ass and cunt to her sister. "Do me this way. I haven't had it from the rear in a while."
Debra smiled, put her hands on the smooth flesh of her sister's ass cheeks, leaned down, and planted a wet kiss on Maggie's hairy slit. She straightened up, put one hand on Maggie's flank, gripped her cock with her other hand and aimed the blunt nose at her sister's gash.
Maggie shook her ass and said, "Come on, baby, fuck me. You can lick my pussy later."
"I'm going to hold you to that," Debra said.
An erotic thrill rippled through both women as Debra rammed about half of her prick into her sister's weepy slot.
"Oooooo!" Maggie moaned. "Give me more, darling! All of it! Shove it in me! Fuck my cunt hard!"
Debra slid the slick stick into her sister's twat and banged the last inch or so in hard, rocking Maggie forward with the force of her lunge.
"Is that the way you want it, baby?" Debra teased, banging her sister's pussy hard again.
"Oh, fuck, yes!" Maggie squealed, a feral sound of deep satisfaction.
Debra thrust at her sister's cunt, then drew far out and fucked back into the hair-lined slit with long, steady strokes, shoving Maggie's ass upward, lifting her off her knees. She grasped her sister's hips and plowed the prick to Maggie, rotating her own ass in compelling, cunt-stretching circles. The thick, wet pole glided in and out of Maggie's slick, snug snatch easily.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Maggie wailed as Debra gave her every inch of the rubber dickie again and again. A thin patina of sweat covered her body.
Copious quantities of juice poured from her sopping cunthole.
The cock flew in and out of the stretched cunt in a pale blur. Encouraged by her sister's response, Debra pounded Maggie's upturned cunt, banging the tip of the cock against Maggie's womb. She began to hump faster and faster, until her cock flew in and out of her sister's cunt in a pale blur.
Squishy sounds of Debra's cock plunging in and out of Maggie's cunt combined with their moans and groans. Maggie's big, firm tits swayed and jiggled as she bucked her ass back at her sister, eagerly accepting every inch of the plundering prick. Debra's tits shimmied and danced on her chest as she drove her giant-sized cock into her sister's twat and the smaller prick into her own twitching love hole.
"Good! Good!" Maggie squealed, thrusting her butt backward to meet her sister's rigorous thrusting. "I love to fuck doggie-fashion! Your cock goes so deep in my cunt this way."
"I like fucking you this way," Debra said. "You look so sexy with your ass turned up and your cunt-wide open for me."
For the first time in her life, Debra knew just how it felt to have a big cock and shove it into a hot, juicy snatch. The other dildo was also generating marvelous feelings in her own cunt. Maggie might have held back, but she wasn't going to! She hammered her cock into her sister with hard thrusts, banging the bulbous end into the farthest depths of Maggie's fuck canal.
"Oh, darling, you really know how to fuck a girl," Maggie moaned. "Ooohhh, so wonderful, darling. Keep doing it that way. I love you, darling! Love your big cock! Love the way you fuck! I'm going to cum, darling! I'm going to cum while you fuck me! Cum with your little sister, darling, cum with meeeeeeV Maggie's orgasm wracked her body, pulling every ounce of divine joy from her.
Just as Maggie tumbled over the peak and started down the other side, Debra picked up the pace, driving herself toward orgasm. She clung to Maggie's hips and twisted her ass around and around and back and forth, reaming her sister's cunt good, giving her own cunt equal pleasure with the other dildo. She quickly discovered that rubbing her clit against the inside of the harness increased the stimulation.
Debra opened her mouth to scream as her orgasm hit. She had no voice! She was cumming so hard she couldn't speak. Not even scream. Her ass went faster, fucked Maggie harder, rubbed her own pussy more vigorously. She regained her voice and began to squeal.
Maggie fucked back at Debra, increasing the thrill for both of them. They both squealed and screamed their pleasure, humping like two mad women, sister fucking sister. Their climaxes seemed to go on for an eternity, then ended abruptly. Debra gave Maggie's cunt one last long, hard thrust, then sat down behind her. She leaned forward and kissed her sister's pussy again.
"Wow!" was all Debra could think of to say.
Maggie rolled onto her back and lay spread-eagle, her breath coming in deep, sharp pants.
"Yeah, ain't that the fucking truth," Maggie whispered. "Guess we both really came, huh?"
"Didn't we ever! Fucking your sister is far-out! Now I have some idea why men like to get in a hot pussy."
Debra stretched out by Maggie, the fake cock still strapped around her waist and hips, standing up like a flag pole.
"I had no idea fucking women could be such fun," Maggie said. "How long have you been doing women?"
"Oh, three or four months, I guess. The first time I played bridge with Karen's harem. Amy and I were partners, and we won. Karen explained their rules, then she and Jessie went down on us. It was Amy's first time too. Then Amy and I went down on them. She took a little coaxing, but finally gave in and went after Jessie's pussy like she had been doing it for years. After that, we took turns sucking each other off. Then we did a daisy chain and changed around every time we came. My knees were so weak I could hardly walk to my car."
"So you haven't done it with anyone but Karen and her group? Besides me, I mean."
"Right. And you're the only one I've actually fucked."
Maggie sighed. "Do you think we'll have enough energy to get any work done if we live together?"
"We're young and healthy, darling. We can suck and fuck every night and still keep going. I'll probably get more work done. I hate to walk around all day horny as hell, wondering if I'll get any that night, hating the prospect of jacking of if I don't."
Maggie rolled over to face Debra. "Take that thing off and let's suck each other off."
"That's what I like about you dear sister, you come up with some of the best ideas!"
"Cumming is my favorite pastime," Maggie murmured as she kissed her sister.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Maggie and Debra sat on the front porch, reading the Sunday paper.
The phone rang and Maggie said, "I'll get it. Maybe it's a well-hung stud who wants a fantastic piece of ass."
"In your wildest dreams," Debra quipped. "No offense, darling, but I'd give my eye teeth for a live cock right about now."
"Why do you think I'm hoping it's a live one?"
Debra saw a cloud of dust on the road leading into the ranch from the highway. She shielded her eyes and tried to make out the vehicle, hoping it wasn't Sam and Bobby coming home. She was beginning to enjoy her life without them. All she could see was a pickup, certainly not an uncommon sight in ranch country. She waited on pins and needles until the truck came closer and she saw it contained only one person.
The driver got out and sauntered up to the porch. "Howdy, Debra. Long time, no see."
Debra smiled and said, "Hello, Randy. What brings you out our way?"
"Need some stock, Debra. Thought you might have some spirited horses for sale."
Maggie came back, took one look at the stranger's belt buckle and said, "We don't sell rodeo stock."
"Not looking for rodeo stock, ma'am," Randy replied. "I won the belt buckle in a bull riding contest last year. Entered on a dare. Rodeoing isn't for me. I need working stock."
"Maggie, this is Randy Hudson. Randy, this is my younger sister, Maggie. I heard your folks moved to the city, Randy."
"They did. Jake Steele bought the K-Bar-6 from the bank. Hired me to ramrod it. Said if I bought stock from anyone but you, he'd skin me alive, so here I am."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that Jake got his family ranch back," Debra said. "What have you been doing with yourself lately?"
"Working on a cattle spread up in Montana. Glad to be back home."
Maggie said, "You're kind of young to ramrod a cattle ranch, aren't you?"
"Ability counts more than age." He laughed. "Course it doesn't hurt that I work cheap. At first, anyway."
"Very true," Maggie replied. "I'm sorry I jumped on you. Will you excuse us for a minute? I need to talk to Debra."
"I'll wait right here," Randy replied with a grin. "Jake Steele is bigger and meaner than me."
Maggie and Debra went inside the house. Maggie turned to her sister and grinned.
"You wanted a live cock. There he is. Did you see the bulge in his jeans? He must be hung nearly as well as Jake."
"You can't be serious!" Debra said. "Darling, I used to baby-sit that boy."
Maggie grinned lewdly. "So? Little boys grow up to be men. And it looks like he's done a heap of growing in all the right places."
Debra shook her head. "He can't be more than nineteen, twenty, at the most. I feel like his mother, for God's sake!"
"Darling, he's a grown man. So what if he's twelve years or so younger than you? You aren't exactly a worn-out old hag, you know. And you know how young men his age are. They're randy as hell, the only thing on their mind is pussy and they can fuck all night. He's aptly named, darling. Just think of how his strong young cock will feel in your tight pussy. I'll bet he can give you a ride you won't soon forget."
"Why are you trying so hard to sell me on fucking him? If you want him, take him. You can have him all to yourself if that's what you want. I won't interfere."
"Darling, I would like nothing better than to strap him on and see how long he can fuck, but I've got other plans. That phone call was from Amy. Today is Clay's thirtieth birthday. She wants me to come over and help them celebrate."
Debra lifted one eyebrow. "That's all she said? She isn't having a party for him?"
Maggie giggled. "Well, I think I'm the party. She didn't say so, but I think she's going to spring a big surprise on her husband. Now, you get back out there and lure that handsome young stud into your honey trap. I don't know what time I'll get back, but I'll sleep over at my place so I won't disturb you."
"No, if he's still here when you get back, you march right in and help yourself."
"Yeah, to whatever is left," Maggie quipped. She slapped her sister on the ass. "Go get him, darling. Don't bring him in yet. Give me time to take a shower."
Debra went back outside. She couldn't help herself. Her eyes went to his crotch as if drawn by an irresistible force. She noted the nice bulge, then looked up quickly. "Sorry for the delay," she said. "Maggie has to go into town. Let's go down to the bam." She went down the steps and walked ahead of him. "We've got some good cutting and roping horses in one of the corrals. We're also training some stock for barrel racing and trick riding, in case you run into anyone who might be interested. How many head do you want?"
Randy ogled her tightly stretched shirt as she came down the steps. He walked a couple of paces behind her and stared at the luscious cheeks of her shapely ass as they wiggled and churned in her tight jeans, acutely aware of her sexual aura. He wondered how she looked nude, knew he would never have a chance to find out. Such a beautiful, sophisticated older woman had no interest in him. She used to baby-sit him, for God's sake! Still, he could dream, couldn't he?
Debra stopped and turned around. "I asked you how many head you want," she repeated.
Randy didn't hear her the second time, either. He didn't even realize she had stopped and turned to face him until it was too late. He ran smack into her and instinctively put his arms around her to keep her from falling.
Debra made no move to pull away from him. Being held by a man's strong arms thrilled her. She felt his cock pressing against her belly, and the temperature of her blood went up several degrees.
"I asked you how many head you want?"
"Head?" he blurted, even more rattled by her firm tits trying to bore holes in his chest.
"Horses," she said, laughing softly, deep in her throat. "How many head of horses do you want?" She realized the word 'head' flustered him and deliberately kept using it. "You seem a thousand miles away. A penny for your thoughts."
"They're worth a million dollars, and, if I told you, you'd spank my ass and send me home."
Debra chuckled again. "I might spank your ass, but I might not send you home. Let's look at some horse flesh, then we'll talk about your thoughts. How many head do you want?"
"About a dozen, I guess. Now. More when I hire more hands and we begin stocking the ranch."
"I think I have everything you need." Debra backed out of his arms, took his hand, and led him to the barn.
They spent an hour checking out the stock and noting which horses Randy wanted. His knowledge of horse flesh impressed Debra. He should she?"
She looked at her chest when she felt the cool air on her nipples. She lifted her eyes and smiled timidly. She had an overwhelming feeling she shouldn't have worn such a revealing dress the first time he visited. Then she saw the lust in his eyes and knew she had made the right choice.
"Debra, you would look good in a gunny sack," he said quickly.
"This thing is really nothing but a bunch of holes held together with string," she said, attempting to make light of the brazen way she flaunted her body.
"Yeah, and what's under it is positively breathtaking." He held out a bouquet of wild flowers-Blue Bonnets, Indian Paintbrush, Columbine-a plethora of eye-catching color. "Pretty flowers for a pretty lady," he said shyly.
"Oh, Randy, thank you." The deed both surprised and pleased her. She hadn't expected such savoir-faire from the young man. "They're beautiful."
"They're yours anyway," he laughed. "I picked them from along the fence out front. Thought you might like them."
"Oh, I do. What a thoughtful thing to do."
"Yeah, well, not everyone my age is into grunge and bad manners. Mama taught me to respect women in general, and I've always held you in the highest esteem. You were like the big sister I never had."
"Be careful, Randy, or you'll turn my head," she said, smiling. Was it kinkier for a mother to fuck her son or a sister to fuck her brother? She didn't know if there was any difference. And didn't care. She was going to fuck him in any case. "And here I stand in the door like a dummy. Come on in. Have a seat. I'll just put these in water and be right back."
Debra returned to the living room a few minutes later and put the vase on the coffee table. Randy watched her, his eyes avidly drinking in her beauty, her sexuality. His tight jeans were suddenly much too small to hold his surging cock. He shifted, wishing he could move his cock to a more comfortable position.
When she invited him up to the house for a drink, he wondered why. A handshake would have sealed the deal for the horses. As preposterous as it seemed, seeing her in such a revealing, sexy dress gave him a strong hint at what she might have in mind.
Nevertheless, he would take it slow and easy. He could be misreading her intentions, imbuing her with his own lecherous desire. If he stepped out of line and showed the least disrespect for Jake's good friend, his boss would nail his hide to the barn door without a second thought.
Debra straightened up and smiled brightly. "What can I get you to drink?"
"What are you having?"
"White wine, but I have other things if that isn't manly enough for you," she said lightly, half-teasing, half-serious.
"Do you have any sipping whisky?"
"Maggie drinks Black Jack. Is that okay?"
"Perfect. With a splash of water, no ice."
"Maggie takes it the same way." She went to the small bar and started mixing his drink. "I had forgotten you two didn't know each other. She was several years ahead of you in school, but too young to baby-sit you. Then your folks took you off to the city before you two had a chance to get acquainted."
"She looks a lot like you. It would have been a pleasure to know her."
"You have a quick tongue, young man," Debra teased. She turned to face him and handed him his drink.
His eyes roved up and down her body, then settled on her crotch. "I've always thought you were one of the most beautiful, most alluring women in the world." Before she could respond, he said, "Does Maggie live here with you?" He held up his glass. "She keeps her whisky here, but I saw her go over to the other house before she left."
"You have a quick mind, too. She's in the process of moving over here. Our husbands skipped out a couple of weeks ago. But you don't want to hear about my woes." She clinked her wine glass against his tumbler. "To a successful deal. May our relationship live and prosper."
"Business or personal?"
Debra sat on the sofa across from him and crossed her legs. Her skirt rode up, exposing most of her thigh. "Why not both? We are neighbors now, and I hope you like our stock well enough to come back for a lot more."
She saw him staring at her thigh and felt moisture flood her pussy. She hoped it didn't stain the back of her dress. She should have worn panties. She knew she was going to flow like a river. Her thoughts careened disorderly, all over the landscape, picturing his head between her legs, his quick tongue licking, exploring her hot box, his strong young cock filling her to the brim.
Randy stood. "I like everything I see," he said softly. "If I'm out of line, just spank my ass and send me home, but I'd like to see more. A lot more." She frowned and his heart sank into the heels of his boots.
"Young man, a woman doesn't dress like a brazen hussy unless she wants to let a man know she has more on her mind than business." She patted the cushion by her and smiled. "Sit down here." She picked up a penny from the coffee table and gave it to him. "Now, I've paid for them. Tell me your thoughts."
Randy grinned.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Randy cleared his throat, trying to relax his tight vocal cords. "I was watching your beautiful ass and thinking about how wonderful it would to be make love to you." His vocal cords were still so tight his voice was nearly an octave higher than normal. He cleared his throat again. "God, I've never been so nervous. I've had a crush on you for years, Debra. Nothing in the world would delight me more than making love to you. I've fantasized about it for such a long time."
Debra slid onto his lap and put her arm around his neck. "Then get ready to have your fantasy fulfilled. I want you to fuck me, Randy. Fuck me and suck me, do anything, everything you've dreamed about." She kissed him lightly on the lips. "Does it bother you for me to be so bold?"
"God, no!" he exclaimed. "You're doing just what I dreamed about. You're so seductive, so sensual."
"So lascivious and wanton," she said with a sexy giggle.
She kissed him again. Her tongue shot into his mouth and began to explore, wiggling impatiently. Her soft, sumptuous lips pressed firmly against his and came alive. He responded with equal fervor and began to suck gently on her tongue. She broke the kiss and began alternately sucking and licking his lips.
"I'm very orally oriented," she murmured. "I like to lick and suck things."
He shivered as her soft tongue-tip played back and forth over his lips, turning him on something fierce! "You do, huh?"
"Uh-huh. I also like to be licked and sucked."
He put his hand on her bare knee. She murmured and continued to lick his lips as her legs automatically opened far enough for him to get his hand on the inside of her thigh.
She stopped licking his lips and looked down as he pushed her dress up, then lifted her gaze and stared into his eyes as his hand inched slowly upward. He caressed the smooth, hot skin on the inside of her shapely thigh. He could swear he could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. He returned her gaze, saw her eyes get cloudy with passion as his hand got closer and closer to her mossy mound.
Her breathing became shallow and rapid. The tip of her tongue slithered sensuously over her lower lip. She spread her legs wider as his hand moved higher. The change coming over her as she responded to the presence of his hand so close to her snatch fascinated him. She was one hot, passionate woman! The temperature of his blood increased and tingles zipped up and down his spine.
His hand reached her love mound and he paused for a moment, holding her heated gaze. His index finger rested against the thick lips of her pussy. Wispy tendrils of pubic hair tickled his hand. He was right. Heat was radiating from her pussy. Intense heat. And heavy dew covered the puffy lips.
"No panties, huh?" he whispered.
"Why put them on just to take them off again? I told you, I'm lascivious, wanton and brazen. Surprised you, didn't I?"
"Yes. I love surprises." He pressed the edge of his finger between the lips of her pussy.
Her head lolled against the back of the couch. She tightened her arm around his neck and sighed deeply. She reached down with her free hand, grasped the hem of her skirt and pulled it up, baring her legs all the way to the top of her thighs. She put one foot on the floor and spread her legs, opening herself completely, surrendering her golden-haired treasure to his hand. She looked down at his hand with burning eyes.
"Touch my pussy!" she whispered excitedly. "I want to watch you play with it."
Randy ran the tip of one finger up and down her hot, wet slit. Her body jerked from the contact. He touched her clit. She nearly jumped out of his lap, then settled back down. Reflexively, her bloated lips began to part, slowly opening like a delicate flower on a warm summer morning. He slipped one finger into the slick well of her cunt.
"Yes, darling!" she moaned. "More!"
He added another finger to her slippery hole and began to pump them in and out slowly. Her juice gushed out, wetting his fingers all the way down to his hand. He added a third finger and began to work them in and out a little faster.
She stared at his hand as if mesmerized by the sight and feeling. The lush cheeks of her elegant ass began to squirm on top of his cock. The more she fidgeted, the harder his prick became.
In the midst of her passion, she snickered. "Do you have a stick of salami in your pants, darling? If you're hungry, I can give you food."
"Sorry 'bout that. What you feel is all me."
"Hallelujah and pass the wine. Mama has a bun big enough to hold that delicious thing.
Randy chuckled, put his thumb against her clit and rubbed the stiff button lightly. Her arm tightened around his neck. She hunched her ass anxiously, fucking herself on his fingers.
"God, your fingers feel good!" she whispered hotly. "Do it, Randy! Finger-fuck me! Make me cum, darling!"
Her bawdy words startled him for an instant. He recovered quickly and began sawing his fingers in and out of her steamy snatch, watching her face with fascination as he finger-fucked her.
Her sexual fervor awed him. He didn't know if he could keep up with her, if he could satisfy her ravenous carnal appetite. All of his previously held ideas about older women and their sexual desires went right out the window. Not that she was that old. But she was quite a bit older than the girls he usually fucked. And she was as hot, as eager, as any woman his own age he'd ever met. Maybe more so.
"I'm going to cum, Randy," she whimpered. "You're going to make me cum. Didn't want to cum yet. Wanted to wait, let it build. Wanted to watch you finger-fuck me. Do it faster, baby! I'm almost there!"
She continued to stare at her crotch, at his hand, his fingers, as they pumped in and out of her grasping cunt. Her ass began to squirm and fidget faster. He began to finger-fuck her swiftly and her ass began to buck urgently, tumultuously. She had mentally teased herself all afternoon, thinking about fucking this handsome young stallion, and now she surrendered in an instant to the wild yearning in her pussy.
"Your cock is getting harder," she whispered. "I like the way it presses against my ass. Your fingers feel so fucking good, baby! Yes, that's right, do it that way. Do it real fast! I'm going to watch you finger-fuck me while I cum! I like to watch, Randy! Watching makes me so much hotter!"
If she got any hotter, she would burn a hole in his pants and singe his cock!
Her ass began to move faster, going around in tight circles and humping back and forth. Her whole body began trembling. The faster he fucked his fingers in and out of her boiling snatch, the harder she pulled on his neck. When her body began to vibrate frenziedly, he knew her orgasm was scant seconds away.
She buried her face in the junction of his neck and shoulder, threw her other arm around his neck, and started screaming. Her body began to thrash frantically. Paeans of passion poured from her mouth, partially muffled against his neck. He continued to fuck his fingers in and out of the heated, sloppy maw of her cunt, driving her higher, forcing her to climax harder and harder.
After several minutes, and several blessed orgasms, she let her head fall back, gasping for breath. Her body stopped jerking so violently and settled into a series of gentle tremors. She closed her legs, clamping his hand between her thighs.
"No more, darling. I can't take any more. Don't move your hand, just don't do me any more or I'll die."
"Oh? Can you really die from cumming?"
"Well, I might lose my mind." She kissed his cheek, then pulled his head around and kissed him on the mouth. "Thank you, darling. I came so wonderfully."
"As if I couldn't tell."
She sighed, then giggled. "Wouldn't you know, I couldn't watch you finger-fuck me while I was cumming. I've always wanted to, and I've never yet managed it. I get too carried away."
"Maybe we should keep trying. You might get the hang of it one of these days."
"Yes, I definitely think we should keep trying, darling. Day after day after day, until I get it right. Do you know what a G spot is, darling?"
"I've heard about it."
"Some doctors say it doesn't exist, but what the hell do they know? Most of them are men, for Pete's sake! I think every woman has one, but just doesn't know it. I definitely have one, and you certainly found it! I'll have to teach you all about it. Make you an expert on a woman's body. Then you can go out and drive all your young woman mad." She kissed him again. "Wiggle the ends of your fingers around, just a little bit. A little deeper. There. Right there! That's it. You've found my G spot. Can you remember where it is?" "I think so."
"Good. Now, when I want you to finger-fuck me and make me cum, you know where to use the tips of your fingers."
Randy wanted to experiment some more right then. He began to rub the tips of his finger back and forth over the sensitive spot. Debra jumped, grabbed his wrist, and held onto it tightly.
"No, not right now. You'll drive me out of my mind." She scrubbed her ass around lightly. "Your poor cock wants out. Aren't I shameless?"
"Yes, but I like it."
"Do you really? You're not just saying that so you can fuck the old broad?"
"You're not an old broad. Every young woman should hope she's in such good shape when she reaches your age."
"There you go again, flattering me. Didn't you know flattery will get you most anything you want?"
"I hope so. Right now, I want you out of this dress so I can see you naked."
"Well, I think we can manage that." She stood and whipped her dress over her head, eager to be naked for him. She tossed the dress aside and posed for him, hands on her hips, her legs just wide enough for her pussy to show. "Do you like?"
"Magnificent," he said softly, his voice filled with admiration.
She changed her pose, stood with one knee bent, one hip shot, one hand on her hip. "I'm not as young as the girls you usually fuck, but I think I match them."
"No, you exceed them," he said honestly. "Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine I would see you naked."
"You'd better be prepared to do something about it!" she said firmly. "You can start by getting out of those clothes. I want to see if your cock is really as big as it felt under my ass."
He shed his clothes rapidly. She looked at his cock and murmured happily as she went into his arms. He hugged her tight and kissed her. She forced her hand between their bodies and wrapped her fist around the thick shaft of his prick. Gently, he pushed her head back and kissed the tip of her nose.
"You're something else. I had no idea you were so wild. You always seemed so reserved and stern."
"You ain't seen nothing yet, baby!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to climb his body. "I love to cum, Randy. For the past several years, ever since I married, I haven't cum nearly as much as I like. I can teach you so much, darling. And maybe you can teach me a few things in return. We'll fuck each other crazy. Then we'll rest for a while and start all over again. So there, you wanted shameless, you've got shameless."
"Are we going to start now?" He sounded eager.
"Yes, and continue every time you can get over here, or I can get to your place."
"Might be better if I come over here. You know how ranch hands are. Don't want them spreading rumors about you. What about Maggie?"
"What about her? Do you want to fuck her, too?"
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The unexpected question flustered Randy. "That isn't what I meant. I mean, she lives with you and..."
"Oh, she likes to fuck as much as I do," Debra said. "I know she will want to fuck you, especially when I tell her about your gorgeous young cock. Can you handle both of us?"
"I can sure as hell try!" he exclaimed. He picked her up, put her on the couch and knelt in front of her. "We've talked enough for now." He pushed her legs apart and his eyes went immediately to her crotch, to the thick thatch of blonde hair that lined her lower belly and upper thighs. Her crotch seemed to be a mass of tangled, soft curls. The blood-gorged lips of her pussy peeked through the mini blonde jungle, her slit long and full. "Fantastic," he muttered. "I don't have all the experience in the world, but I've never seen so much hair on a blonde."
"Mmmmmm," she purred softly, spreading her legs further apart. "Do you like it?"
"I love it!" He began stroking her thighs, starting at her knees, back and forth, moving ever closer to her cunt. He could feel the heat radiating from the little furnace between her legs. His fingers touched her moss-covered mound. "So silky, so smooth," he murmured. He ran a finger along her slit, stroking up and down, making the fleshy lips open wider. He pressed her clit and her hips jerked. "Oh, you like that, do you?"
"You know I do!" she moaned.
She dug her elbows into the back of the couch and pushed herself erect, her eyes fastened on his finger as it played in her hairy quim. She was about to lean down and grasp his cock when he took it in his hand and put the thick, bulbous knob in her slit.
"Damn, your pussy is flowing like a river!"
He flicked the head of his prick teasingly along the length of her crack, then suddenly lunged forward, sinking his dick to the hilt. His cockhead went high up in her belly. Only his balls remained outside.
Debra sat transfixed for a few seconds. She stared into his eyes as he leaned over her. Her tits stood high and tight, smooth and perfectly shaped, the faint blue veins near the surface full of racing hot blood. He could feel her pubic hair mingling with his. He took one fleshy buttock in each hand and lifted her until his cock nearly came out of her. Then he lowered her and pulled her toward him, again burying his shaft fully.
She wrapped her legs around his waist to steady her lower body. He kept his hands on her ass as he began to fuck her with his bloated cock. As the friction raised the temperature inside her channel, she began throwing her ass around in a frenzy, shaking her head, moaning, pawing at her bouncing tits, wiggling with ecstasy.
His plundering prick squeezed squishy sounds from her cunt with every stroke. Steamy juice poured out of her in a stream, drenching his cock, soaking the inside of her thighs-a hot liqueur that filled his nostrils with its distinctive musk.
His cock was swollen nearly to the bursting point. The walls of her splendid sheath were so tight! Tighter than any woman he had ever rucked, much to his great surprise and pleasure.
Every plunge brought him closer to the edge. He kept her ass in his hands, pulling on her solid buns, occasionally flicking a finger in the crack of her ass to tickle the rim of her asshole. The salacious touch triggered her sex gun.
She plunged furiously, the pitch of her moans rising higher, higher still. She squeezed her tits harshly and cried, "Oh, God! Oh, dear God! Oh, baby, fuck me! Dear God, baby, fuck me good! Oh! Oh! Ooohhh!"
She came like a freight train rushing and roaring down the track in a headlong race to its destination. Her frantic motions and screams were his signal to unload the burden from his balls. He fired wad after wad of thick cream into her belly, bucking frantically from the lustiness of his spasms.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck!" Debra screamed. "I can feel it shooting into me! I can feel you cumming! Don't stop! Dear God, don't stop!' She threw her body around wildly, holding he tits, squeezing the large mounds, crying out a each orgasmic wave crashed through her body.
Randy had never felt anything so mine boggling. He continued to cum as if his ball held gallons of cream. He jerked her ass up driving every millimeter of his prick inside her His pubic hair mingled with hers as he scrubbed his pelvic bone against her clit.
He couldn't believe the heat of her. Her cunt felt like an oven. Not only her cunt, which seethed like a pool of molten lava, but the surface of her skin as well. She radiated heat from every pore, a nuclear furnace close to total meltdown.
Finally, with one tremendous rush, his orgasm died away. She continued to cum for a few seconds more, then relaxed. Her slack body slumped on the couch. He stayed close to her crotch, keeping his half-hard organ stuffed up her love tunnel.
"I don't believe it!" he gasped.
"Oh? Wasn't my cunt as good as you expected?"
"Better! A hell of a lot better! I mean ... well, you're pretty wild and very tight. I thought maybe you would..."
"Have a loose, sloppy cunt?" she finished for him. She ran her hands over his chest and pinched his nipples. "A cunt is like elastic, dear. It shrinks back to shape as well as it stretches."
"So I've heard, but some of the girls I know don't have anything close to the muscle tone you do. And they work out at the gym all the time."
"Oh, Randy, baby, you have so much to learn about women. Pumping iron doesn't keep a pussy tight for pumping pricks, dear. There are special exercises for that. A fifty-year-old pussy can be as tight as a twenty-year-old one if the woman knows what to do."
She squeezed her cunt muscles around his half-hard cock and grinned when he twitched.
"Damn!" he muttered.
"See what I mean? My pussy isn't anywhere near fifty years old, but when it is, it will be just as tight as it is now, because I know how to keep it that way. Now, do you want to keep talking about it, or do you want to fuck me again?"
"What do you think?"
"Pick me up," she said. "Don't let your cock slide out."
He put his hands back under her ass and lifted her off the couch.
"Now, sit down. On the floor."
His eyes opened wide in surprise. He wasn't sure what she wanted.
"Just sit down on the floor with me on your lap, dear. Be sure you keep your cock in me."
Now he understood what she wanted. Or so he thought, anyway. He lowered himself slowly to the floor, carefully holding her body tight to his to keep his cock in her pussy. His prick had gotten hard again, almost stiff enough to fuck her properly. He plopped down on his ass and stretched his legs out straight.
She squirmed her ass around, settling herself on his lap. Her strong cunt muscles contracted around his dick, holding it in a warm embrace. She smiled and caressed his cheeks.
"Damn!" he exclaimed. "That feels good."
"There's more," she said quietly.
Her cunt began doing fantastic things to his cock. He could feel her strong pulse through the walls of her cunt. The muscles seemed to be caressing and squeezing the full length of his prick. Suddenly, she began breathing hard again. Her body came alive. The volcanic cauldron between her legs began to bubble anew.
"Lie back and let me fuck you," she said softly. "Don't try to hold back. Cum whenever you're ready. I'll cum when you do." She giggled. "Or probably before, during and after!"
He felt all of her carnal circuits open as he lay back. Her cunt became wetter and more pliant. She lifted herself up on her knees, then settled back down. Her mouth hung open as she panted. She squinched her eyes shut. Concentration furrowed her brow.
She lifted herself, and again sank down. Once more, then again and again, quickly, getting the full feel of his stiff cock. Then she leaned over him, her hands on the floor on each side of his head. Her tits hung down in his face. He put his arms around her, caressed her smooth bare back and firm, silky ass. She put a nipple against his lips and gently shook her chest.
She opened her eyes and stared at him. He began tonguing her tit. Her ass began to move up and down, faster and faster, until her cunt was literally flying up and down his prick. Mad with lust, she gave herself over completely to the erotic pleasure suffusing her body and brain.
He threw his hips up to meet her downward strokes, shoving his prick into her with all his might. He couldn't believe the fury of her fucking, the way she twisted her body and shook her ass, the way she bucked up and down on his cock, the way her free tit jiggled and swayed, the way she moaned as she rode toward another climax. The nipple in his mouth felt like soft rubber, thick and full and pliant. Her other tit bounced against his face with velvety, cushy thumps.
"Ummm, that's the way, darling," she muttered. "Shove it to me...oh, yes...oh, my God, yes! Oh, baby, your cock feels wonderful! So fucking hard! Push, baby, push hard! Shove your magnificent cock up my cunt!"
Randy lost all awareness of everything except Debra and the way she was fucking him. He'd never much cared to have the woman on top. With this lusty, wanton woman, it seemed right. She could fuck him however she wished, any day or night!
Her sexual groans, the sound of her snatch slapping against his crotch, hot flesh against hot flesh, the wet sounds pouring from her crotch as her cunt slid up and down his stalwart charger increased his ardor. His prick swelled fuller than it had ever been. She was bouncing up and down on him as though her thighs were loaded with coil springs. At the same time, he thrust into her with all of his strength. His dick seemed to grow an inch with every stroke.
The sounds, the sight she presented spurred him on and soon he was fucking her so fast he nearly bucked her off. She opened her cunt wide and passively accepted his fucking thrusts until the squishing sounds in her channel became one continuous noise.
"Uh! Uh! Uh...uh...uh...fuck me, Randy! All the way, baby! I'm almost there, baby! Almost! Give me all of your cock! Shove it to me!"
Then she did something he considered absolutely incredible. She got her feet under her and squatted over his hips, her cunt directly over his raging prick, her cunt clamped on him like a velvet vise. She put her hands on her knees to steady herself and began to swing her ass up and down and around and around, in time with his thrusts. Her magnificent tits did an erotic tango on her chest. His eyeballs went around like wheels in a slot machine as they tried to keep up with her nipples.
He jammed his prick to the hilt in her deep fuck tunnel and shot a powerful load into her depths. He came with such force he couldn't move. She took over, riding him rapidly from her squatting position.
Time after time, the muscles in his legs clenched as he pumped out his cream, filling her willing receptacle for a second time.
She cried out with ecstasy and tightened her cunt muscles around his prick. Her own orgasm sent her into a bucking frenzy, like a filly saddled for the first time. He held onto her hips so she wouldn't fly away.
At long last, her emotions began to wane. Her ass slowed its crazy motion. She fucked him for a few more minutes, slowly and gently, then sank down into a sitting position with a long sigh of pleasure as the last of his jism spurted into her.
She stretched out on top of him and lay quietly, his prick still in her, her breathing gradually changing from the rapid, steam engine pace to the slow, steady pace of deep contentment.
"God, you're a good fuck," she said. "Have you ever been to an orgy?"
"No. Not really. The closest I've come is fucking a girl in the same room where other couples were doing it. But we didn't swap around or anything."
"Would you like to?"
"Well, sure," he said shyly. "It's always fun getting a...doing..."
"Getting a different piece of ass? Go ahead, say it. I'm not jealous. I'm curious. I want to hear about all the wild and crazy things you've done with your young women. But getting back to the subject of orgies, are you interested?"
"Sure. What do you have in mind?"
"I don't know. Nothing definite yet. Maggie and I have talked about rounding up a bevy of willing women and randy studs and having a wild party. You aren't one of those fellows who fucks a woman once, then thinks he owns her, are you?
"Hell, no! I mean, we're not married, or anything."
"That kind of thinking will get you into deep, deep trouble with me, young man! Why should it make any difference if we were married? A marriage license isn't a bill of sale or a title to a piece of property. That's the thinking of a typical man. I don't want you to be typical. I won't let anyone fence me in, Randy. Understand that right now. You must promise me you'll work to get rid of such archaic ideas about a relationship between a man and a woman."
"I'll try, Debra. I really will," he assured her, sounding very earnest. It had just occurred to him that he could have a very good thing here if he didn't fuck it up. Wherever this relationship went, however long it lasted, he stood to gain. What more incentive did a man need?
"Okay. We'll work on it together. You're going to give me all the fucking I need. You're young and strong and have a wonderful cock, so you can do that. In return, I'll see that you get all the pussy you can handle. I can promise you'll never get bored. Deal?"
"Deal."
"Good. Now, I want to suck your cock, and I want you to suck my pussy. We might as well do a sixty-nine and do both at once."
"Yeah, we might as well," he agreed. He had been afraid she would send him home before he got to suck her pussy or stick his cock in her mouth.
She got up, turned around and pressed her sloppy cunt to his mouth as she lowered her head and sucked up his sticky cock.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
As she drove into town, Maggie wondered if her big sister had overcome her ridiculous feeling about Randy and let the young man know she wanted to fuck him. She hoped so.
Unless she was way off base about what kind of present Amy wanted to give her husband for his birthday, she would have a fine time with the two of them. And she didn't want Debra to be left out in the cold at home with only her finger and vibrator for company.
She parked in front of Amy's house and sat for a moment to quell her wild excitement. She felt awkward in her highs heels as she walked to the door. She should dress up more often. She rang the bell and put a smile on her face.
Amy opened the door immediately. "I was watching through the front window," she whispered excitedly. "Come on in. Clay knows you're coming over, but not why."
"I'm not sure I know why, either," Maggie replied, stepping inside.
Amy grinned. "Like hell you don't!" she exclaimed, still whispering. "I just don't know how to get things started."
"Are we going to do each other? Or do you want me to just fuck him?"
"Oh, darling, we're going to do every fucking thing we can think of!"
Maggie nodded and smiled. "Okay. Let's get in there and surprise the birthday boy. Maybe I can help you get things started off on the right foot."
Amy took Maggie's hand and led her into the living room. Clay stood when they entered.
"Clay, you remember Maggie Lord."
"Sure I do. She's been in the store several times. Hello, Maggie."
Maggie ignored his extended hand. She put her hands on his shoulders, tipped her head up, and kissed him on the lips. "Hello, Clay. Happy birthday."
"Thank you. Amy said she invited you over, but she didn't say I was going to get a birthday kiss from such a beautiful woman. Have a seat. What can I get you to drink?"
"Bourbon and water, no ice." Maggie sat on the sofa and crossed her legs. "Every man I meet lately calls me beautiful. Maybe I should get out more often."
Amy sat down by her, patted her on the knee and winked. "You can come see us more often. Clay got very excited when I told him I invited you."
Clay passed out drinks and sat across from the ladies in his chair. "I wouldn't exactly say I got excited, dear."
Maggie uncrossed her legs and left her knees just far enough apart to tease Clay, to entice him into trying to look under her short skirt. "You were on a roll, Clay. Now you've gone and spoiled it. Don't I excite you?"
"Well, I didn't exactly say that, either," he replied, wary of getting caught in a trap in front of his wife.
Amy said, "If you won't say it, darling, I will. I think she's just about the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and she certainly excites me."
Maggie was running out of small talk. And getting impatient. She sipped her drink and watched Clay and Amy as the silence built. Clay seemed at a total loss for words after his wife's declaration. She set her glass on the coffee table, leaning over farther than necessary so Clay could see how her tits strained the front of her blouse.
"What did Amy give you for your birthday, Clay?" she asked.
"She hasn't given me anything yet. She said it was a surprise, something I've been wanting for a long time, but she wouldn't tell me what."
"What would you say if I told you that I'm your birthday present?" Maggie asked, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Boy, you don't waste any time!" Amy whispered.
Maggie patted Amy's knee, shook her head and smiled. Her audacious announcement seemed to have totally nonplussed Clay. She let the silence build, waiting for him to speak. If he raised an objection, she would rather know it now, before she took her clothes off.
Clay cleared his throat and said, "I won't be rude and stick my finger down my throat to pull my tongue out, but take my word for it, I swallowed the damn thing. I think my ears are messed up, too. I thought I heard you say that you're my birthday present."
"Your ears are just fine," Maggie assured him. "I am your birthday present. Does that excite you?"
Clay looked at his wife. "That's why she said she's my present, isn't it? You're just trying to test me by getting me excited, aren't you?"
Amy jumped in with both feet. "Oh, come on, darling. You can't tell the idea of having her doesn't excite you. I went to all the trouble of getting you a very special present, and now you're acting like some eunuch or something." She glanced at Maggie. "What if she took her blouse off? Would that convince you she's serious?"
"Now you have me in a bind," Clay said. "If you're testing me, and I say I'm not convinced so she'll take her blouse off, I lose. If I say I'm convinced, you'll believe I want her, which you'll think means I don't love you, and I lose."
"Stop talking while you're ahead, darling," Amy said. "The more you say, the more confused you sound." She got up, went to her husband, and sat on his lap. "I know you love me." She kissed him, then laughed. "If you think I would invite such a foxy woman over here for you to fuck on your birthday without being sure of your love for me, you're crazy."
"My God, you are serious, aren't you?" he said incredulously.
"I guess I'll just have to convince him," Maggie said. She sat up very straight and began to unbutton her blouse.
Clay watched her fingers the way a person who knows without a doubt he can spot the deception watches a magician's hands. Amy watched as eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Maggie pulled her blouse out of her skirt and shrugged it off her shoulders.
"God damn," Clay blurted.
"Oooooo," Amy whispered.
Maggie picked up her glass and calmly took a sip, abruptly changing the pace. "What's your favorite fantasy, Clay?" she asked.
"What makes you think I fantasize?" he said, struggling to regain his composure. The battle wasn't easy. He couldn't take his eyes off Maggie's magnificent tits and Amy was squirming her ass all over his cock, making it even harder.
"Oh, a lot of women and every man with a pair of balls fantasizes, darling," Maggie said. "Is his cock hard, Amy?"
"The damn thing is trying to poke another hole in my ass!" Amy giggled. She didn't want Clay to back out now that Maggie had things going in the right direction. The notion of having a threesome with her husband and her stunning girlfriend really turned her on. She also wanted to hear her husband's favorite fantasy. "Come on, darling, don't be shy. There's just the three of us. She is your birthday present and she's sitting there half-naked, letting you look at her luscious tits."
Clay slid his hand under Amy's skirt, along the inside of her thigh. She parted her legs, silently inviting him to explore to his heart's content. He moved his hand up further and touched her thick brown bush.
"No panties, huh?" he chuckled. "I've never seen you so enthusiastic and you never use earthy words unless you're turned on. You're serious about this, aren't you?"
"You'd better believe I'm serious!" Amy replied exuberantly. "I invited Maggie over to fuck you, not tease you."
"I don't know what's come over you, but I think I like it," he said. "And if I do fuck her, what are you going to do?"
"Why, darling, I'm going to watch!" Amy trilled. "Surely you don't expect me to leave the room and miss one of the most stimulating sights I can imagine." She squirmed her ass and giggled. "I can't wait to see your cock in her pussy. Now, stop stalling and tell us your favorite fantasy."
"Why do I have the feeling that you two are ganging up on me?"
"Because we are," Maggie said softly. "Isn't that what you want us to do?"
"I can't imagine anything more exciting. I just wanted to clear the air, make sure Amy wasn't testing me in some sneaky, obscure way. Okay, my darling wife, I'll tell you my favorite fantasy, and you tell me yours."
"Deal!" Amy said, sealing the bargain with a kiss.
Well, I have two favorite fantasies. Both of them are pretty standard for men. The idea of having two women in bed with me at the same time really interests me."
"And the second one?" Maggie asked. "How about you and another man fucking Amy at the same time? Does that also interest you?"
"Yeah, very much. Nearly as much as the idea of having two women for myself."
"What?" Amy yelped. "You never told me that!"
"I never told you about being interested in two women, either. You guessed it. We've never talked about our fantasies, you know. And, after we moved to this small town, I never thought we could safely carry out any fantasy, so I never pushed the point.
"You see, my darling wife, two women would give me great pleasure. By the same token, I think two men would give you great pleasure. I'm well aware that, physically, one man can do only so much with a woman, or two women. But a woman doesn't have the problem we men have. You don't have to wait for your cock to get hard again before continuing, or worry that it might peter out on you right in the middle of the fun. Doesn't the idea of having two cocks at your beck and call interest you?"
"Hell, yes!" Amy exulted. "It makes me damned hot!"
"What do you think about swinging, Clay?" Maggie asked. "Does the idea of an orgy also interest you?"
"Yeah, I think it does. Hell, that's a natural progression, isn't it? Going from a threesome, with whatever mixture of genders, to a full-blown orgy seems a simple step."
Maggie smiled at Amy and winked. She rose and walked slowly across the room, moving as sexily as she knew how. She didn't have a lot of experience being slinky and seductive, but she did her best. Judging from their expressions of rapture, her best was good enough.
Clay and Amy exchanged quick glances, then watched Maggie's exquisite tits sway gently in rhythm to her short, deliberate steps. Clay thought about how her cunt would feel when he slipped his meat to her. Amy thought about how excited she would get watching the salacious sight of her husband fucking another woman.
Maggie reached out and brushed her fingertips across Amy's tits, smiling as she tickled the young brunette's nipples into hard points. Then she took Amy's hand and pulled her to her feet.
"Come over to the couch, darling," she said softly.
"What about Clay?" Amy asked, her eyes misted with passion. "I'll get to him later."
"Well, I'll be damned," Clay muttered. "You're going to suck her off, aren't you?"
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Maggie chuckled deep in her throat, a sound so sexy it made Clay's cock throb with excitement. His eyes almost bugged out of their sockets as he stared at his wife and her voluptuous girlfriend. He expected to fuck Maggie. He didn't expect the lascivious woman to suck his wife's pussy. And he positively didn't expect Amy to acquiesce so easily! He had a million questions, but now certainly wasn't the time to ask them.
Maggie looked at him and smiled seductively. "Of course, darling. Why have two women at the same time unless they give you a real show? But you must not interfere. Just sit there and watch until we invite you to join us."
"You might as well undress, darling," Amy said. "I'll watch you play with your handsome cock while she eats my pussy."
Maggie quickly undressed Amy, then took her to the couch and seated her. She knelt in front of the big-titted blonde, pushed her legs apart and moved in between them. She leaned forward and kissed Amy passionately.
Clay heard a deep moan as he rapidly shed his clothes. He couldn't tell from whom. He thought he might go crazy with desire as he watched the two women.
Amy slid her ass forward on the couch, stretched her legs out fully and sat back. Her hands went to her tits, began rolling her stiff nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, all of her inhibitions suddenly gone with the wind. When Maggie put her hand over her blonde pussy mound, Amy sighed deeply, stared down between her heaving tits and watched the redhead's hand.
Maggie's finger touched Amy's clit. The blonde sighed again, deeper this time, and her eyes glazed over with unbridled lust. She watched Maggie's finger work the hard nubbin as she pulled at her stiff nipples. She forgot about her husband, riveted her full attention on her crotch and Maggie's delicate hand.
Maggie spread the blonde-haired, bloated lips of Amy's cunt and leaned forward slowly. She ran her tongue over the nether lips in a gesture so sensuous it made Amy and Clay gasp. Then she looked up at Amy.
"You have such a dainty clit," she murmured.
Maggie stuck her tongue way out, the tip barely millimeters from Amy's pulsing clit. It touched the little female prick and began wiggling gently. Amy wanted to say so many things, both to Maggie and her husband, but Maggie's tongue made words impossible. As the tongue began to move more compellingly, she couldn't even form words, let alone say them.
Maggie's lust-laden face dipped between Amy's thighs and her tongue licked while her lips sucked the brunette's labia and hard little clitty. She lifted her head and murmured softly, "I want you to cum real hard for us."
"Oh, God!" Amy exclaimed. "I will!" She lifted her feet onto the edge of the couch, spread her thighs wide, opening herself completely to the redhead's clever tongue, and pushed her cunt into Maggie's face. "I'm already about to explode!"
Maggie's tongue slithered between the horny little brunette's labia. One second, the probing tip dug deeply into her twat, and the next, it began to swirl around the rigid love button.
Maggie breathed lustily as her tongue worked back and forth in the soft quim. She moved a hand up to the brunette-haired crotch. Her finger slid around the slick lips, then two of them slipped inside the quivering cunt. She wiggled them around while tonguing Amy's clit and felt a spasm of pleasure ripple through the blonde's body.
Amy looked at her husband and said, "Oh, God, darling, she really knows how to eat pussy! I'm going to blow wide open!" She patted Maggie on the head and whispered hoarsely, "Please, darling, get me off! I've got to cum!"
Clay didn't think touching was interfering. He patted his wife on the shoulder and smiled encouragingly. He kissed her lips, then each of her stiff nipples. He stroked his cock slowly and watched the lascivious sight of a woman sucking his wife off, wondering if Amy also liked the taste of pussy. He hoped so.
Maggie increased the tempo of both her tongue and fingers and felt Amy's cunt muscles squeeze her fingers. Her own pussy tingled. She would have played in her own hot box, but her hands were busy with Amy's flowing pussy.
"Ooohhh, Maggie, darling!" Amy wailed. "Eat my pussy! Make me cum!" The redhead's oral pleasuring pleased her immensely. No one had ever eaten her pussy so well, not even her husband. "My cunt feels so good! So fucking good! Lick my hot cunt, baby! I'm going to cum for you!"
Maggie buried her fingers deep in Amy's fuck-hole, put her other hand under the brunette's ass, and fought to keep her mouth glued to the hairy slit while Amy bucked and jerked wildly. She immersed her mouth in hair and pussy flesh and lapped up the tasty cunt nectar flowing from the brunette's savory gash. Rivulets ran down her fingers, over her hand and onto her wrist, and she licked Amy's clit and continued to fuck the wanton blonde with her fingers.
Amy's wails became piercing cries of ecstasy as she tumbled over the edge of passion. Her lush body bucked and jerked so hard she nearly bounced off the couch. Only Maggie's mouth pushing against her snatch kept her from falling to the floor on her ass. She threw her head back, stared at the ceiling with wide eyes. The tip of her delicate tongue circled her lips as she let herself go completely and came so hard she lost her breath.
When the impassioned little brunette's body went limp, Maggie pulled her fingers out of the sodden hole and spread Amy's pussy lips wide. She licked the full length of the saturated slit, dipping her tongue into the small opening at the bottom to lap up the last dregs of cunt juice. Amy shivered with joy as the skillful tongue made its journey up and down the randy passage.
Amy lifted her head and looked at her husband with lust-clouded eyes. "Ohhh, Clay, darling, her fantastic tongue feels so good in my cunt! I came so fucking hard! And she's not going to stop until I cum again! Don't you want to join us?"
Maggie grunted her agreement and wiggled her ass, indicating what parts she wanted Clay to join.
Clay certainly didn't need a second invitation. He paused a moment to consider whether to put his cock in his wife's mouth or the redhead's pussy. Maggie's magnificent, round ass stuck up in the air invitingly, wiggling suggestively.
He got behind Maggie on his knees and caressed her lush, remarkably taut ass. The shadowed valleys of velvet beckoned lewdly. As he caressed the cheeks of the redhead's ass, he looked at his wife. Their eyes met, sexual fire sparkled between them, and Amy smiled at her wonderful husband.
"Happy birthday, darling," Amy said with profound, true love. "Go ahead, baby, fuck her. Give her some wonderful cock while she get me off again with her fabulous tongue."
Clay looked down at Maggie's bushy, red- haired snatch peeking out so invitingly from between her lovely thighs. He leaned over and kissed the enchanting slit from the rear. He licked the full length of her gash, then worked the tip his tongue into the deep, satiny canyon between her buttocks and tickled her tight little asshole.
Maggie murmured with appreciation. Clay spread the cheeks of her ass apart and moved his tongue up and down the deep furrow several times. She moaned excitedly and thrust her ass back at him.
Amy watched intently as her husband washed Maggie's ass with his broad, wet tongue. She knew exactly how much pleasure Maggie felt. She loved it when Clay licked her ass.
Maggie again began caressing Amy's clit with loving licks of her cunning tongue. The hot little blonde's emotions began to soar sky high again.
"Fuck her now, darling," Amy moaned hotly. "I'm almost ready to cum again. I want to watch you fuck her while I cum! Shove it to her, darling!"
Maggie momentarily lifted her face from Amy's crotch and muttered, "Fuck my pussy this time, baby."
The meaning of Maggie's suggestive words hit Clay like a twenty-pound sledgehammer. The thought of fucking the splendid redhead in the ass later made his cock throb harder. He had always wanted to fuck Amy in the ass, but never suggested it for fear she would think him too kinky for words. Now, he wasn't sure who was more kinky!
He slid a finger through Maggie's drizzly, open crack. She spread her shapely legs and wriggled her beautifully rounded ass in a clear, wordless welcome. His cock trembled in anticipation. He gripped the base and rubbed the head against her hot, well-lubricated slit, then plunged in all the way to the balls in one easy movement.
"Oh, Amy, her cunt is so tight, so hot," he groaned.
Maggie sighed happily, began to twist and hump her ass gently, and returned to her oral servicing of the brunette's pussy. Her eyes hot with lust, Amy gazed at Maggie's ass, at her husband's cock thrusting into the redhead from behind. Maggie's ass shuddered each time he rammed his prick home. Amy's hands went to her tits, began squeezing the huge mounds and pinching the stiff nipples as she stared fixedly at the delightfully lewd sight of her husband battering another woman's cunt with his surging cock.
"Don't try to hold back, darling," Amy whispered. "Fill her cunt with your sweet cream, then I'll suck it out for you!"
"God, I never realized you were so wanton," he said. "I want to fuck you too."
"Of course, darling," Amy said matter-of-factly. "It's your birthday, isn't it? You can do whatever you want."
Amy gasped and started cumming. She screamed and bucked as her thighs gripped Maggie's head like a vise. Clay felt Maggie's cunt begin to squeeze his prick rhythmically and knew she was also staring her climax. He slammed into the redhead viciously and let his own cum flow.
At the first hot spurt, Maggie reached between her legs, grabbed his balls and held them tightly, keeping him buried to the hilt in her spasming cunt as jets of jizz shot into her. They climaxed wildly together, fully aware of each other's orgasms, enjoying their own carnal bliss directly while taking vicarious pleasure in the other two.
Maggie held onto Clay's balls until she sucked Amy through her orgasm. Much to his astonishment, his cock stayed hard. When Amy's orgasm waned, Maggie released Clay's nuts and turned on her knees to face him. She eyed his erect organ, smiled and leisurely licked the combination of his cum and Amy's juice from the shaft.
"Outstanding, baby," she said. "Keep it that way. You're going to need it again in a few minutes."
Amy slid off the couch and went to Clay on her knees. She kissed him passionately, then said, "God, baby, watching you fuck Maggie really turned me on! Why did we wait so fucking long to do this?"
"Beats the hell out of me," Clay replied. "Guess we each thought the other would blow a gasket if we suggested it." He looked into his wife's lovely blue eyes. "Whose idea was this?"
"Mine," Amy said. "I wanted you to have a birthday you'd never forget."
"Hmmmmmm," Clay said appreciatively. "I think you've succeeded."
"You're not angry then?"
He blurted, "Lord, no! How could I be? Only a crazy man would object. I might be stupid, but I'm not crazy!"
Maggie said, "Since you two like this little get-together, what would you think of an orgy? Debra and I talked about hosting the next girls night out, only this time including men and having a real party. What do you think?"
"God, I think it would be wild!" Clay said.
"So do I!" Amy agreed.
"Good. Now, Amy, you said something about sucking your husband's cum out of my pussy. Why don't you climb over me in a sixty-nine and get busy. Clay, why don't you fuck her while she eats me? I just might get turned on again watching your cock slide in and out of her sweet pussy."
"Get turned on again, my ass!" he exclaimed. "I hardly know you, but I doubt you ever turn off."
"Well, girls like to have fun too," Maggie replied. "Why have a girls night out if we don't have as much fun as possible?"
