The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female a-like. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, while appearing to be staid members of the Establishment, are secret members of the neighborhood mate-swapping group.
Outwardly proper and quite normal-that's what the wives in this story portray. But within them lies a perversity that even they, at first, refuse to recognize, a perversity that haunts their dreams and eventually forces them to act.
THE HOT WIVES-the story of women haunted by the perversity of their passions. Theirs is a serious tale, and a reflection on the many problems facing our society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Jerry, your cock's getting hard!"
"I know it is. It's bound to get hard when you run your tongue around the head of it like that!"
"Let's fuck."
"Kay, you know I've got to be over at Priestley's house by noon. Oh God, don't do that!"
She had run her tongue down the underside of his cock and was now taking his balls in her hot mouth, one at a time. As she sucked on his swollen testicles, she ran her fisted hand up and down the barrel of his prick and scraped her glorious tits back and forth across his legs.
She was hotter this Sunday morning than he had seen her in a long time. Then, as she moved the warmth of her mouth back up to envelop the head of his cock, he suddenly realized how he had been neglecting her. He tried to remember when they had last made love. Then it hit him; over three weeks ago.
My God, he thought, no wonder she's so horny. The hell with Priestley. If he was late for the meeting, he would just have to be late. Why in hell did the old man call a meeting on Sunday anyway? And why have it clear out in the country, at his place, instead of the office? It was at least an hour's drive out there.
Cora, Priestley's secretary, said it was a zoning problem with the Rolling Hills Land Development Project.
Well, the hell with the Rolling Hills Land Development Project. At least for right now. Gerald Thomas was going to fuck his wife.
He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her body around until the dark, curly triangle of her pussy was just above his face. He could feel his cock getting harder in her mouth the second his eyes drank in the beauty of her pink cuntlips.
"Yes, honey ... oh, yes," Kay moaned, momentarily lifting her mouth from his cock. "Eat my pussy a little. Suck my clit, darling, while I swallow your cock!"
"It's been too long, baby ... I'm sorry. I've just been so busy."
She chuckled. "Well, get busy on my cunt and all is forgiven!"
She dropped her mouth back over his prick and gurgled as he jolted the lovely prong deep into her throat. She felt his tongue take a swipe between her legs and then pry the lips apart to get at her clitoris.
She brought her knees up and spread them so that her cuntlips would open invitingly for his pleasure-giving tongue. She groaned with joy around his cock as she felt his tongue seek and find her juicy hole. Then he was there and she lowered her cunt hard over the tongue's probing thickness.
Oh, honey, her mind screamed, suck me, please suck me! And then fuck me. It's been too long since I've had this beautiful big dick searing the insides of my mouth and belly. Suck me and fuck me, Jerry, so I don't have to go out again and find someone else!
They had gotten married when Kay was twenty-one, and the first four years had been ecstatic. They were happy and their sex life had been good. Kay had enjoyed sex with a regular frequency all through college with several men, none of which she had become very attached to. Then she had met Jerry. The first time they had made love, she knew he was the one.
But then, in the fifth year of their marriage, Jerry had changed jobs; more money, more responsibility, and more field trips out of town. Their sex life fell away to almost nothing. This was something Kay just couldn't stand; she was a healthy woman with healthy desires.
She had never even entertained the thought of stepping out on her husband, but one night during one of his absences, Phil Butler had stopped by. Phil had been Jerry's old boss, and he wanted to talk to Jerry about coming back to work for him.
Kay was lonely and, even though she wouldn't admit it to herself, she was horny. Phil was only a few years older than Jerry, and a very attractive man. She invited him to join her in a drink. One led to three or four, and the next thing she knew she was in his arms, kissing him and wildly sucking on the tongue he was ramming down her throat.
"Do you know what you're doing, Kay?" Phil had said.
"No ... not really," she panted in reply, rubbing her huge breasts back and forth across his chest. "But I do know I can't stop."
Phil couldn't stop either. His cock was like a tent pole in his pants. He had a rule of thumb: Never turn down an invitation to fuck from a beautiful woman. You might be turning down the best piece of ass in your life.
Key knew, in the back of her mind, that she should call a halt, move away from him. But her body cried out for loving and her pussy dripped with the need to be filled, filled with hard dick. His lips were so hot on hers and his hands were so demanding on her breasts that she was hardly aware of what she was doing.
Again he asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Kay moaned, thinking that what she was doing wasn't all her fault; it was Jerry's fault. "Yes, dammit, I'm sure."
One hand moved to the back of her dress and slithered the zipper down far enough for him to get his hand inside. She felt his fingers move along the straps of her bra until they found the catch.
Kay shoved her lips even harder against his. She closed her eyes, not wanting to stop him or push him away, but knowing that she should.
Her breasts, heavy with desire, swelled against the bra as he fumbled with the clasp. Then the bra was undone. His other hand slid up the side of her hip under the dress. He took the garment with him clear up to her breasts. The hand went under the loose bra to cup the soft underside of one globe.
"God, your tits are huge ... and firm, Kay."
"They hurt in the bra. They're swollen up."
"Why?"
"Because they haven't been played with enough lately," she replied wantonly. "Because I'm not getting fucked enough."
Her tongue lashed against his as the hand slid well up under the bra to grab all of her breast. She groaned into his mouth as she felt the soft, pliable flesh of her tit overflow his kneading hand.
He felt, as well as heard, her take a deep breath as his hand massaged across the nipple that was getting so hard in his palm.
"Play with it ... play with the nipple. It does things to my pussy!"
He used a thumb and forefinger to massage the stiffening bud. He pulled it, rolled it, and twisted it until she was breathing even deeper, writhing and thrusting her big tit toward him.
When at last he removed his lips from hers, Kay was panting with open desire and her face was flushed deep red.
"Take my clothes off," she gasped. "Make me naked and fuck me, Phil!"
He drew her down until she was lying full length on the sofa. Then, very carefully, he pulled the dress and bra down from her shoulders, making her naked to the waist.
"Jesus, you're beautiful. I've never seen tits like yours!"
Kay watched his head lower as if she were spellbound by his every movement. "Suck them, Phil. Suck 'em as if you could get milk out of them!"
He took first one and then the second lush nipple into his eager mouth and sucked. At the same time, he slid a hand down over the flat, smooth flesh of her belly until his fingertips were under the elastic waistband of her panties.
She writhed and almost came as she felt his wet mouth on her tits. She jammed his hand downward until his fingers curled through her cunt fur. The fingers curled under and dipped into the honey of her cunt-lips. Kay quickly crossed her legs to trap his hand and immediately started humping against the palm with her clitoris.
Phil continued to suck hungrily at her luscious tits as he slid her panties down far enough to grab her ass cheeks. He cupped the inner sides of them in his hand and drove a finger between them in search of her asshole.
Kay put her own hands to work as she moaned. "Your cock, I want to see your cock!" She fumbled at the front of his pants until the zipper came down. Then she drove her hand inside and gripped the rigid thickness of his meat.
Phil gave a gasp of pleasure when he felt her fingers grip the upright shaft of his throbbing prick. "Oh Jesus, don't squeeze it too hard. I'll shoot right in my fucking pants!"
"Then get my clothes off so we can fuck," she said.
He quickly jerked her dress and panties down to her ankles where she could kick them free. Then, still kneeling by the sofa, he unfastened his belt and pushed his own clothes to his knees.
"Beautiful," Kay gasped as his fiercely-erected cock reared into freedom.
Again her hands grasped him. She used his cock like a handle to pull him up onto the sofa and between her widely splayed legs. He maneuvered himself on his knees between her legs as she slid them even wider apart to make room for him.
It was obvious to both of them that Kay wanted a cock; she wanted sex, and she wanted it now.
"Honey," he gasped, "you are burning up."
"I know it. Oh Christ, don't you think I know it? Fuck me, Phil! Shove your dick up there and put out this fire in my belly!"
She guided his prick, working it all the time, toward the clasping, wet lips of her pussy.
Her beautiful face contorted as she breathed heavily. She was dragging his thick prick closer and closer to her waiting cunt. Then it touched her pubic hair. She had to shift her position a little to get just the right angle for the kind of long, instant penetration she wanted.
"Oh shit ... you're there," she cried, as the bulbous cockhead raked up and down between her-dripping cuntal lips. "Shove! Shove it all the way into me at once!"
Phil fell forward. She continued to grasp his prick until every inch of his gloriously hard prick had severed her hole.
"Yes! Oh Jesus, yes! Now, fuck, fuck ... fuck meeee!" she cried as she embraced him.
"Oh shit, what a fuck!" Phil cried, as his balls worked their way between the cheeks of her ass with each driving, hard lunge of his hips. Her cunt was tight, tight enough to roll the foreskin back from the head of his prick. And he loved it.
"Jerry, oh my darling, yes, yessss. You're so big and hard. Fuck me, Jerry ... FUCK MEEEEE!"
"It ain't Jerry, baby. It's Phil. It's old Phil's cock you got reaming your sweet pussy. Am I making you feel good, Kay baby?"
Her eyes flickered open. She stared hard into his face as if to prove to herself that this man wasn't her husband on top of her, pumping a beautiful, hard hunk of male meat up her cock-hungry pussy.
She had been carried away by the desire for satisfaction, coupled with guilt feelings about giving her pussy to anyone other than Jerry.
She looked up into Phil's handsome, smiling face and suddenly didn't care whose cock she had in the hungry hole between her legs; any cock would do if it put out the horrible fires that seemed to burn constantly.
Phil had poured his meat deep into her cunt and then stopped moving. Now he just lay against her, his prick soaking in the sticky, hot juices of her pussy.
He leaned close to her and repeated his question: "Does my cock feel good inside you, honey?"
"Ohhhh, yes ... yessss, Phil," she gasped. "Wonderful! Your cock feels wonderful! It makes my pussy burn and I can feel it clear up to my tits!"
"Doesn't Jerry ever give you any any more?"
"Never mind," Kay said. "That's none of your business. You've got my pussy now and I've got your cock."
"You better believe it!"
"Then fuck me! Make me come!"
Phil drew back with his hips and began fucking into the syrupy mush of her cunt in long, bone-jarring thrusts.
"Yes, ohhhh, ohhhh yessss! Like that. Fuck me hard like that, Phil! It feels so damn, fucking good!"
She was gasping as she worked her body against his. Her tits jiggled up to meet his chest. Her arms and legs wound around him, urging his body and his cock to fuck her harder, faster. She wanted more and more movement of his fine, hard length of cock inside her.
The harder he pounded her and the higher he lifted his body before plunging into her, the more her sobbing and breathing lost control. The jerking, writhing reactions of her body also became more erratic as her mind floated from her body, leaving it to the joys of sexual union with his cock.
"Oh yeah, baby, like that. Fuck me back! Pound your bone against mine!"
Kay returned his thrusts with an erratic, upward writhing of her belly and hips, as if she could suck his balls as well as his cock into her juicing cunt. She ran her hands down to his rearing ass-cheeks and pulled them apart, hard, as she gripped him.
"More, more ... give me more! Give me all of it!" she screamed.
Phil saw the way her face contorted with desire and knew that it had been a long time since Jerry had poured his meat into her.
What a damn fool Jerry was, Phil thought, to put business before this kind of pleasure! Kay was one hell of a fuck, and she needed a fucking. Well, if Jerry couldn't take care of her, he sure as hell would. Phil had often mentioned to his own wife, Sue, that Jerry might be neglecting his bedroom duties. Now he was sure of it, and he was more than willing to fill the void.
Absently, as he fucked his cock in and out of the dark-haired beauty's willing pussy, he wondered if he could talk Kay into a threesome with him and his wife. Sue would love to suck Kay's tits and drive her tongue into such a hot cunt.
He cursed himself for not bringing it up when Jerry was still working for him.
Phil watched Kay's beautiful face contorting and tensing as her climax came closer and closer. Suddenly she dug her nails savagely into his ass-cheeks and wrenched her pussy wildly up over his driving prick.
He tried to hold back his own come, but he couldn't. Her pussy was too warm and juicy and her lunges were tearing the cum from his balls.
"Easy, baby, easy!"
"It's all right," Kay growled. "Come in me, Phil! Shoot me full ... I'm coming, too ... good, ohhhh, sooooo good!"
And the come was good. It was wonderful for both of them. Together they reached a peak of ecstasy. A smoldering, creamy wetness coursed through her cunt as her pussy sucked the jism from his cock.
She screamed out her joy as she felt her own orgasm vibrate from her pussy to her tits. She raked his ass with her nails, bit his neck with her teeth, and squeezed his cock with her pussy muscles until every drop of his juice was heating her insides.
Gradually, their movements subsided until she lay panting under him. "Beautiful," she moaned. "Beautiful fuck ... beautiful come."
"And it ain't gonna be the last one either, baby."
But it was. Phil had called her several times after that first fuck. He even came around to the house again once, when he was sure that Jerry was out of town. But guilt had set in quickly once Kay's initial lust had been satisfied for a while. She wouldn't fuck him again and, eventually, she wouldn't even answer his calls.
But in the last month before this Sunday morning, Kay had begun to think again on Phil's cock and what it could do for her pussy. That was why she was practically raping her husband, even though he had a command appearance at the Priestley's. She needed cock, any cock, but she wanted her own husband's.
"Ohhhh, don't suck too hard, baby. I'll blow the back of your head right off!"
"Oh, Jerry," she moaned, licking and slobbering up and down the fleshy staff of his prick. "I love to suck you, I love to fuck you, I love you!"
"I love you, too, honey, I really do. How do you want to come? In your pussy, sixty-nine style, or do you want me to fuck you? We haven't got much time, I just have to get going."
Shit, she thought, there it is again. But some was better than none. "Fuck me ... pour your dick into my pussy and make me come, lover!"
"Roll around!"
She did, and then he was above her, his fingers digging into her pussy until they were soaked with juice. Then he stroked his cock with them until the rigid tool glistened with her cuntal fluid. Back and forth he glided his fingers, with the cockhead bobbing above her breasts.
"What are you going to do?"
"Rub your pussy juice all over your tits so I can suck them and taste you while I fuck you."
God, she thought, when he was up he was good. If he were just up and horny more often!
Jerry rubbed his prick back and forth over her tits. His hips wiggled in circles as he kept on grinding and sliding his cock over and around her tits until he had transferred most of the honeyed juices from his cock to her tits.
The faster he worked his cock over her tits, the greater became their mutual need. Her pussy was juicing like a river. A puddle was forming on the sheet beneath her ass. Jerry could feel the throbbing itchiness in his balls that always told him he was close to a come.
"Now, honey, hurry," Kay moaned. "Fuck me ... please, fuck me!"
Jerry slid down her body and moved his hips between her splayed legs. They quivered around him until her heels were tight against his ass-cheeks. Then he moved his hands around to cup the cheeks of her rump. He squeezed her buttocks and moved his fingers into the crease between them.
At the same time, the head of his cock was bobbing against the mushy lips of her pussy. It was already dripping cum. He needed it then as bad as she did. He wanted to ram it sharply home in her cunt and feel his body brought up short by her pelvic bone. He wanted to fuck her until every drop of his hot sperm had spilled into her from his aching nuts.
Kay could feel how urgently he needed her now, and it made her happy.
Before he entered her, he jabbed four fingers of his right hand up her cunt. "Ohhhh, shit ... yes!" Kay cried, "put your cock in, too! Leave your fist up there and fuck me with your cock at the same time!"
He lifted and gripped her ass-cheeks with his left hand and rammed forward with his hips. His cock entered her, to the hilt, in one long, smooth stroke.
"Okay ... not too much?"
"No, no, baby ... it's good. But you can take your hand out now," she moaned. "It's too hard to fuck fast and hard this way."
He removed his sticky fingers from her cunt and started banging in and out of her with his pulsing cock. As Kay reacted to his sharp, stabbing movements, her whole body and head kept twisting from side to side beneath him. He fucked her harder with every lunge, grinding his cock inside her mound, stabbing the mouth of her womb with each new thrust. His flaming prick kept pushing ever deeper up her as he felt the cum boiling in his balls.
As his prick fucked her, Kay felt the intense heat of her own passion begin in her fevered vaginal tract. Soon, she was sure, the juices of her love and lust would bathe his balls where they slapped against the crack of her ass.
"I'm there! I'm coming, baby, I'm shootin' like hell!"
"No," she groaned, "No, not yet...."
But he couldn't stop it. His hips rocked with an earthquake of violent passion as he felt the hot lava of his cum erupt into her belly.
Kay was stunned when she unexpectedly felt the gush of hot cum shoot into her clasping, still-hungry pussy. It was too soon. She was so near, almost at her peak. The explosion of climax and the ensuing depletion of his hard-on brought tears to her eyes.
Jerry felt her cunt jerk towards him, the lips working and sucking at his spurting cock. Then, after a long moment, he rolled off her, breathing deeply in an effort to fill his lungs with air.
"No! No!" she cried, spreading her legs wider and raising her cunt into the air in search of something to fill it. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she pleaded hoarsely, as she drew back her legs even farther, pulling apart the fleshy wet lips of her cunt and presenting him with a perfect view of her throbbing cuntal passage, oozing his shining sperm. "More, you bastard, I want more cock in me!" she shrieked at him in her violent frenzy.
"Honey, I can't," he said, rolling from the bed. "Fuck me again, dammit! Fuck me or eat me ... do something!"
But Jerry was already heading for the bathroom and the shower. "I can't, baby. You know how old man Priestley is when I'm late."
"Fuck him! Jerry ... please ... please," Kay sobbed.
The young wife felt as if she were going mad. In desperation she shoved two fingers into her throbbing pussy and began, finger-fucking the hungry pink folds of her cunt. It wasn't what she wanted, but it was better than nothing. She was glad to have something to fill the void of her starving cunt.
The rational part of her mind cursed Jerry and his ambition. I'll have a cock ... I'll come, she thought. Before this fucking day is out, I'll come!
CHAPTER TWO
Kay slept. Her only movement for over two hours was the deep, steady rise and fall of her swollen breasts. It was mid-afternoon when she slowly opened her eyes and lay staring, wide awake, not moving. She stayed that way for a long time, looking up at the ceiling without moving.
Her mind cleared slowly, emptying itself of sleep, as little vague thoughts of the morning sifted back. And along with those thoughts came the hungering, the burning in her pussy.
"The bastard," she said aloud. "It would serve him right if I went out and picked up a carload of men, or boys, and fucked and sucked all of them!"
It was afternoon and sun streamed through the open window, bathing her naked body and adding to the heat that was already in her pussy.
Then she thought of Phil. It was the same kind of warm, sunny afternoon that he had dropped by and they had indulged in their wild, uninhibited sex.
As her memory came into perspective, she was rocked by the feelings that surged through her belly. It had been truly a wild, wonderful fuck with Phil, and the memory of it both shocked and excited her.
She struggled with the guilt that flooded her mind, the realization of what she had allowed to happen. She had fucked Phil that time without real resistance or any effort to pressure her natural dignity. She had allowed herself to be fucked silly ... and by someone she hardly knew! She had actually begged to be fucked and had hot male sperm squirted into her. It was disgusting. Yet, even now, in retrospect, the memory stimulated her.
They had made love ... no, fucked ... like two animals, joining in a way she had never known was possible. The thought of what they had done started an exciting throb quivering between her thighs as she remembered her seemingly endless climaxes under Phil's driving cock. It was then that she decided she'd better get up before she allowed her body to become aroused again.
But she was aroused, and there was nothing she could do about it. Her hands and fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as she looked up the number and dialed.
"Butler residence."
"Is this the answering service?"
"Yes, it is. Do you wish to leave a message for Mr. or Mrs. Butler?"
"Mr. Butler," Kay answered, and then paused. "If he isn't out of town."
"I don't believe he is," the voice replied. "I expect to hear from him momentarily."
"Tell him Kay Thomas called ... and to please give me a ring."
"The number?"
"He has it," Kay said, with a quiver in her voice. She replaced the receiver.
From a drawer, she pulled a white bikini and slid the skimpy bottom over her full hips and buttocks. She carried the top and a towel down to the pool and stretched out on a lounge chair.
The quiet and the heat of the sun quickly overcame the burning between her thighs and she drowsed. It must have been a half hour later that she heard a sound and opened one squinting eye.
It was the pool boy, Carlos. He stood on the diving board, not ten feet away from where she lay. He was bare to the waist and his darkly-bronzed skin rippled over the muscles of his huge shoulders and arms as he dipped a net in and out of the pool.
Every few seconds his glance came her way, his eyes lingering on her body, his tongue darting from .his mouth to lick his lips. Then he would reluctantly return his gaze to the pool.
Kay dropped her one half-opened eye from his curly-headed, handsome face, down across the wide expanse of his chest, to his crotch. She gave a little gasp when she saw the long, thick ridge of his cock out-lined in the taut material of his white jeans. He had a tremendous hard-on that ran from his crotch to his hip bone. It pulsed a little harder every time the boy stole a glance in her direction.
And then she realized why; she hadn't put on her bikini top. Her huge breasts were naked and glistening with perspiration in the afternoon sun. She had turned him on just by baring her body, by being asleep and partially nude in front of him.
But then, why not? He was a young, virile boy, who probably needed a lot of pussy to keep his young cock satisfied; just as her pussy needed a lot of cock to keep it satisfied.
Phil hadn't called yet; he would, but Kay didn't want to wait any longer. The sight of that pulsing cock in those white jeans had already had its effect on her body.
She opened her eyes wide and sat up. "Carlos ... how come you're here on a Sunday?"
The boy nearly fell off the diving board. "Oh, a ... a, I got behind this last week, Mrs. Thomas. So I thought I would try to catch up."
Kay stood up and, trailing the bikini in her right hand, walked across to the board. "It's hot today."
"Ye ... yes, it sure is."
"Why don't you come inside and cool off for a minute? Have a beer or something?"
"I ... I don't drink beer."
"An iced tea, then?"
"Uh ... all right."
Emboldened by her words, the boy stepped lithely from the board. His chest was only a few inches from the swollen nipples on the ends of her breasts. He thought about backing away and even draping his hands over the prominent bulge of his hard-on. But he didn't. The hell with her, he thought. She's a teasing bitch. What I should do is take it out of my pants and give her a good look at it.
And look at it Kay did, without any pretense that she wasn't. At last she raised her eyes to his and smiled. She placed the cups of her bra over her massive tits and turned with the straps hanging down her back.
"Tie me up, will you, Carlos?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said.
"God, it's hot."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Kay, Carlos. Call me Kay."
"All right."
"C'mon."
He followed her across the patio. His cock, trapped and rigid, ached in the tight jeans. She didn't even try to hide the glances she gave his cock as they moved.
He had barely stepped into the living room behind her and closed the glass doors when she turned and faced him. His eyes took in the full front of her body all in one glance. They also received the meaning in, her eyes as she stepped close to him.
"Do you like my tits, Carlos?" she said, flattening the twin globes across his chest so their fullness puffed above the bikini cups.
"Don't ... oh God."
"Don't be afraid. I want to take care of this for you, Carlos." She curled her fingers around the length of his cock and squeezed.
"Mrs. ... a, Kay...."
"Don't be afraid."
"But, but your husband...."
"He's busy," Kay said, her tone flat, "with business. Do you have a girl, Carlos?"
"Yes."
"Do you fuck her?" His eyes widened at her words, but he nodded. "Good. But no one girl can handle all of this," she squeezed his cock again, harder, "all the time. Wouldn't you like to try some new, different pussy?" Again he nodded. "Good ... you won't regret it. Come along."
As shocked and excited as Kay had been at the lewd display of wanton lust she had seen at the pool, the cooler air in the house heightened her sense of desire and made her want this boy even more.
He, too, seemed to warm to the game. As they wound their way through the house, he boldly put his arm around her and cupped one of her magnificent breasts. His touch served to fire the passion that still smoldered in her from the morning. She could feel the warm moisture down between her thighs where it flowed from her excited pussy.
She's going to do it, the boy thought. She's really going to fuck me! It's really happening! He could hardly believe it. "This way?"
"Yes. The bedroom's the last door on the right."
Oh Jesus, Kay's mind screamed, hurry. Take my suit off and fuck me!
Just walking and the rubbing together of her vaginal lips was heightening the embers of desire and sending sharp tingling waves of building pleasure spreading out in all directions from her clitoris. Even the light sniffings of her top across her breasts as she walked were sparking her already painfully hard nipples to greater heights of sensation.
"In here?"
"Yes." She could barely get the words out. Her throat was choked with lust, her pussy was screaming for cock. The proximity of his well-muscled body so close to her was making her light-headed.
He closed the bedroom door behind them and took her in his arms. She sensed that suddenly he had matured, taken command of the situation, and she was giad.
"I'm glad."
"What?" she sighed.
"I'm glad that you have decided to do this with me. I have dreams about you in that bikini by the pool. Sometimes, when I'm fucking my girl friend, I close my eyes and imagine that it's you I'm fucking."
Suddenly she gripped his shoulders for support as tide after tide of strong, mind-blowing desire rose in her body, dizzying and confusing her. She had meant to seduce him and now the roles were reversed. But she didn't care. She was going to get a cock, and that's all that mattered.
This time there was no guilt. There was no casting about frantically for an explanation of the wildly erotic feelings inflaming her tits and pussy. There was no thought of stopping his groping, searching hands as they moved over her quivering body. In her mind was only the thought of relief from the inferno of lust that burned between her legs.
"How did you feel," the boy asked, "when you awoke and saw my hard-on? When you saw me looking at your tits?"
"Warm," Kay replied, rubbing the mound of her cunt against his pulsing hardness.
"How do you feel now?" Carlos asked tentatively.
"I feel ... sort of funny ... strange," she I whispered.
"Yeah, I know," he said, and smiled mysteriously, staring into the gorgeous woman's glassy eyes with leering impertinence. She didn't understand the meaning implied by the expression on his face, and could only concentrate on the fire now raging out of control in her loins, making her tits tingle, her flat stomach contract, her breath rise and fall heavily.
"Are you ready?" he asked, still staring at her, the light in her eyes almost blinding her with their piercing brightness. "Ready to suck my cock, and have me eat you, and let me fuck you?"
Something in his words and in his strange, new manner frightened Kay. She clenched her thighs together automatically as his fingers slid down the front of her suit. But the pressure placed on her clitoris by the tightly-squeezed lips of her pussy only stimulated her more, and she couldn't resist the urge to squirm restlessly.
"You want it, don't you?" he smiled. "You want my peter? You want to fuck me!"
"Yes," she nodded, her eyes closing, her body swaying in an effort to thrust the hot mound of her cunt harder against the pulsing ridge of his cock.
Her brain was a swamp of vagueness now, and only the sweet burning throbs of her breasts and cunt were important. She knew that nothing mattered at that moment but the sexual stirrings that were taking over her mind and body.
She wanted to be naked and have her lust-crazed body kissed and caressed until the fires were mercifully quelled. She gazed at the handsome young man, the torment between her shame and her desire making her eyes fill with tears of embarrassing frustration. All her life she had been in control ... at movies and even in the back seats of cars, when boys had tried to take advantage of her, use her loveliness ... but now she was defenseless against this near stranger and herself.
The bra was gone now and he was working frantically at her bikini bottoms, pulling them down over her hips to expose the embarrassing river of love juice that poured from her cunt-lips.
"Jesus, you are hot," he gasped, as he lifted first one leg and then the other through the holes of the bikini. He was on his knees now, kneeling on the floor before her, and she could do nothing but stand there, completely naked, as he stared eagerly at her magnificently formed, youthful tits, and then down at the soft warm flesh of her quivering pussy.
She flinched and uttered a shrill cry when, with a surprisingly gentle touch, he moved forward and placed his thumbs on the lips of her heated cunt, slowly spreading them open and allowing the cool air to play on the moistly sensitive flesh. He peered greedily at the delicious, glistening coral tissue he had laid open. Two tiny sparkling droplets of moisture rested on the fragile, pink lips, the erect pea-shaped little clitoris pulsing before his eyes.
His fingers were driving Kay insane. She relished his shameless caresses and hoped that the moment would never end. She felt the hot wisps of his breath graze her raw flesh and she groaned as she felt his long red tongue flick out and lick wetly up through her parted cunt, his moisture mingling with her own.
Then Carlos fastened his lips around her throbbing clit, licking and sucking, and she began to involuntarily wiggle and squirm her hips in half circles, pushing her cunt against his face. The entire length of her pubic furrow was open to him and there was a perfumed musk of female juices on his tongue.
She gave off the tangy, exciting aroma of sex, and the satin skin of her thighs clasping his face in a gentle embrace was like sweet-smelling perfume. He felt her hands on his head, pulling his mouth into the parted pubic hair with the strength of a tigress. When he responded and moved forward, she lost her balance and staggered backward a few steps until the edge of the bed caught her behind her knees and she fell flat on the satin spread with a groan of passion and lust.
"Do you like big cocks?" he asked.
"I love cock ... all cock," she murmured.
"We'll see," he chuckled.
He stood then, and quickly removed his pants and shorts. Hastily he tossed the wadded garments into a heap on the floor. "Look at this, baby."
Kay opened her eyes and saw dimly that he was thoroughly naked, his muscular body presented like a god's for her appraisal. With a shudder of disbelief, she let her gaze fall to his trim loins and saw his thick, pulsing prick jutting out like a tree trunk from between his legs. Gasping, she stared in open hunger at the heavily-corded cock-shaft rising like a tentpole. The broad, hard head flexed and spread even more as she watched. She cringed inwardly, thinking that no woman could possibly take something that monstrous inside her body. She would be split, torn apart, forever ruined and of no use to any other man, husband or lover.
"Well, Kay, what do you think of that? Have you ever seen a prick this big before?" Carlo asked crudely, his lips curled back in a teasing smile as he took the massive prick in both hands and waved it obscenely at her.
Kay froze under the appalling lewdness of his words. And yet their very lewdness excited her more and more. She could feel the increasing moisture soaking her cock-hungry pussy and she crossed her legs to press them closely together, trying to ease the burning sensation that was churning so madly in the pit of her stomach.
Carlo's fervent licking and sucking of her cunt had turned her entire body into a tense bundle of raw nerves that she was powerless to control.
She continued to stare at his massively pulsating cock as it grew even larger, soaking up more blood and standing out farther, a bone-stiff pole that was an inflamed pink right up to the ridge of skin under the head. The head was purplish, large in diameter, like a fist at the end of an upraised arm. There was still a vicious smile on his face as he stood there, holding his semen-oozing prick, pointing it at her and enjoying the obvious effect it was having on her.
"Goddamnit, answer me!" he barked. "How do you like my prick? Now wouldn't you like me to slide it up between your legs? Now!"
"I ... I don't know ... it ... it's so big," Kay stammered, hating herself for not being honest, for being such a hypocrite. Of course she wanted him to shove that huge thing up her cunt. She wanted him to hurt her, maul her, and ream her belly from the inside out with his massive weapon.
Then, as though he had heard her thoughts, he stepped up to the bed and sat down beside her, reaching over with both hands to seize her breasts and squeeze them together like huge straining grapefruits. He rolled the hardening nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The heat of his eager breath rushed at her as he turned his head toward her and locked his mouth firmly on hers.
His hands dropped from her ripe white breasts to fondle her hips and trace the lovely full flesh of her flanks and the sides of her slightly-flattened bare buttocks. She felt the gouging hardness of his huge, heatedly throbbing prick against her thigh as he leaned over, his hands busy caressing her. Now his hot mouth clamped wetly over one breast, sucking and pulling hungrily at it, frequently pausing to nip and nibble with his teeth at the erect nipples.
"Now do you know? Now do you want about twelve inches of cock in you?" he asked demandingly, his voice hoarse and rasping.
"Oh ... K.. I'm afraid," the lust-dazed young wife responded innocently, unaware that her very helplessness served only to excite him more. Surely he knew that she was raging inside, that her naked and willing body was exploding with desire from his touch.
"What do you want?" she cried. "What do you want me to say?"
"I want you to beg to have me fuck you with my big dick."
"I won't beg anybody for anything. I haven't sunk that low yet!"
"All right," he growled. "Then I won't fuck you!"
He slid from the bed and stood between her legs. With a grin on his face he started wildly pumping his cock with a rigid fist.
"What are you doing?"
"Beating it off."
"Don't!"
"I'll beat it off and shoot all over your belly and tits and then put my clothes back on and finish cleaning the pool."
"No ... don't, don't waste it!"
"Then ask me, beg me," the boy said. "You've teased me with that body for over a year out by the pool. Now I'll tease you with my cock." His hand started going faster and faster. It became a blur before Kay's eyes. "It ... won't ... be long now."
"No ... NO! Don't! Fuck me ... PLEASE FUCK ME WITH IT ... come inside me, Carlo, and make me come with that cock. PLEASE!"
"Do you really want me?" he panted, his fist still curled around his cock.
"Yes."
"Do you?" he insisted, lowering his mouth to her tits.
"Goddammit...."
"Say it!" he demanded.
"Yes ... I want you, Carlo," she murmured.
He wasted no time as he lifted himself from her, grasping her shoulders to move her into a better position on the bed. Using her breasts for leverage, he pulled himself on top of her, his heavier weight squashing her down onto the satin-covered bed. He came to rest directly between her tender thighs, forcing them wider with his own thighs as he pulled her tightly against him and dropped one hand down between them to take his long, hard, throbbing cock in his fingers and guide it forward, using the thick rubbery glans to part the fleshy lips of her luscious pussy.
Kay flung her head to one side on the bed, closing her eyes and groaning as she felt its startling contact against the waiting, ragged edges of her cunt. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying there in utter wantonness beneath him, not even daring to breathe or move.
"Ohhhh, God!" she finally moaned, no longer able to control the anticipation of having so awesome a cock fill her. cringing, inflamed pussy. "Easy ... easy," she gasped.
"There is no such thing," Carlo growled, and drove forward with his powerful hips. His huge cockhead parted her tender cuntal lips. She felt the first wave of pain from the cruel pressure of his huge cock on the tender outer walls of her already-stretched vagina.
"Noooo, waaiit ... it's too big!" she cried as the thick tip slipped farther in, forcing the tiny, wet entrance until Kay felt as if her belly were splitting apart from the relentless outward force of his probing.
"Carlo, please, for God's sake, you're hurting me, you're hurting me!" She was almost screaming as she jerked open her eyes in agony and saw that he hadn't even heard her and was lost in his own delight.
Suddenly his no longer handsome but wild face twisted down at the defenseless woman lying spread-eagled beneath him, the head of his huge prick disappearing inch by inch into the soft black curling hair of her pussy.
"OH MY GOD ... IT'S HUGE!"
"Take it!"
"You're killing me ... I can feel it clear up to my tits!"
"TAKE IT....TAKE ALL MY COCK!"
He fell forward then, his weight smashing her full rounded breasts as he thrust his hips forward and rammed into her hot belly.
The long, thick prick glided into her cunt like a driving telephone pole and pushed the delicate flesh of her cuntal walls before it in rippling waves. There was no stopping him now and he rammed on, deeper and deeper, until with a loud groan, his inflated balls smacked loudly into the widespread crevice of her ass-cheeks.
It was too much. Kay was too filled, and his heavily-veined prick felt as though it were tearing her vagina into a thousand tiny shreds that would never heal.
"How's that, bitch?" he spat, feeling her insides opening to receive him deep in her womb.
Kay was gasping. She had never dreamed that a man, let alone a boy, could have such a shaft of meat. She was whimpering and pleading desperately now as he began to fuck her ruthlessly, gritting his teeth with lust and she was compulsively following him, beginning to hump in spasmodic jerks beneath him.
She groaned as if in anguish, shocking herself as she threw up her arms to wrap them tightly around his neck, pulling his solid chest into the soft whiteness of her beautiful white breasts. He plunged his long, hard cock in and out, filling and emptying her, sinking his throbbing shaft back and forth between her clasping cuntal lips and on up to her cervix.
The young wife's mouth moved against her will, opening and closing in response to each body-jolting stroke of his huge hardness, her shining black hair flowing out on the bed and fanning like dark velvet. There was nothing that could stop her insane race for fulfillment, and Carlo fucked like a savage to end it for both of them.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ... hard, hard, hard!" she begged, her whole being centered on the delicious pleasure that had replaced the first pain of his brutal impalement.
He slithered his strong hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her writhing ass and cupped them firmly, raising them up off the bed to gain better access to her pussy.
Then, pressing farther forward, he forced her lovely, long, satiny legs up off the bed in an arc far back over her head, pressing her knees harshly into her shoulders.
Her tortured body was bent double, jackknifed, the stress on her strained muscles almost causing her to beg for mercy. The glistening, wet flattened plane of her groin was presented up to him as he increased the rapidity of his thrusts, the penetrations making her quivering cunt secrete and expand wildly before his assault.
He fucked into her from the tips of his toes and crammed the last fraction of the last inch of his huge cock into her with thundering lust, bringing ecstatic moans from her lips that resounded through the room like cries of a wounded beast. Her nostrils flared open and her eyes, now glassy, were rolled back and fixed hypnotically on the ceiling.
"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted in a mesmerized voice, totally succumbing to the lust his cock in her pussy had incited. "Fuck me, you bastard! Drive your cock in and out of my belly. Shove it clear up to my throat! FUCK MEEEE!"
Carlo lifted himself so that he could watch her face. It was something he didn't want to miss, the humiliating surrender of this wanton bitch under him, wild with the effects of his cock.
Her tapered nails suddenly slithered down now and seized his ass-cheeks with demon-like strength to help him fuck between her thighs with greater impetus. Juicy smacking sounds filled the room with-each brutal stroke he made into her. Their bodies were drenched with sweat as Carlo labored over her, changing his quick frantic thrusts to longer, smoother strokes that brought his hotly-throbbing cock almost all the way out of her clutching vagina on the back-stroke and then forward into her until she could feel the blood-swollen head of his cock colliding hard against her womb.
Her body was slippery with sweat, and her head tossed crazily back and forth on the satin spread as she began reaching for the orgasm just beyond her grasp.
Carlo heard her sharp gasp of pleasure as his hands roamed her buttocks and, surging with the building tempo of his lust, he moved his hands higher to draw her legs up and around his neck. He fucked into her mercilessly now, skewering her, and she was loving it, fucking back shamelessly, urging him on, calling for more, more ... everything!
"Fuck me! Fill me!" she begged, gasping as if she were close to death.
"You're a little whore, aren't you!" he rasped, ramming harder for emphasis. "You love cock, don't you!"
"Ohhhh, yesssss! Yesssss! I love cock ... I love fucking ... cock ... fucking!" she cried out, out of her head with the humiliating truth of her confession. Stirred by her own lewd words, she swung her trembling thighs up and tightened them around his neck, grinding her ass in uncontrolled frenzy up and down, from side to side, spiraling her sweet, hot cunt along the full length of his huge ramming cock to grab every bit of pleasure she possibly could.
He knew that she was his now, completely, utterly, and he had no intention of showing the least bit of mercy or human compassion. He wanted to hear her plead for his hot cum, to beg to be filled with it. And even she, in her mindless ecstasy, could sense the building storm of sperm in his balls.
"Tell me, you bitch ... tell me what you want!" he hissed as he purposely slowed his stroking movements and teasingly sank his tremendous prick only halfway into her. "Do you want my cum in you? Do you!"
"Oh yes, yes, please!" the voluptuous young wife gasped, her pride completely vanished as she lay impaled and naked under his weight. The thought of begging him to drive the huge cock into her and empty his balls in her belly was unbearable, but she was beyond caring and yearned only to share a mutual ecstasy with this strange boy.
Pleased that she had submitted to his demand, Carlo increased the tempo of his lunges until he could feel his sperm rising, the huge head of his cock flexing and suddenly growing larger inside her ravaged cuntal passage. And then, at last, he grunted and heaved forward, his hot, thick liquid spewing deep up into her stretched and battered womb.
His hot cum, thudding and bubbling into her cunt, triggered her own come.
"Oh, give it to me!" she cried, bucking her syrupy cunt up to suck the cum from his cock. "Give it all to me, I'm coming myself, like a damn bursting over!"
The entire, tremendous volume of his cum streamed the long length of his hose-like cock. It shot in great globs into Kay's arching, bucking body.
Her belly swelled with his hot jism. She came, and still the boy continued to spurt into her. "Pull it out."
"Huh?"
"You're still shooting. Pull it out and give me the last of it in my mouth!"
He pulled his spurting cock from her cunt and dribbled cum up her body as he lurched toward her face. She planted her mouth over the gushing fountain of. his cockhead and sucked. She swallowed the steamy liquid until the geyser was reduced to a trickle.
"Jesus, you do it all," Carlo said, pulling his dick from her sucking mouth.
"I love it all," Kay sighed, watching him pull his clothes back on and move toward the bedroom door.
Once there, he stopped and turned. "I'll be back to clean the pool again day after tomorrow," he said, flashing her with a grin and leaving. He didn't wait for an answer, but he somehow knew he wouldn't need one. Kay would be ready to fuck and suck him again then, and they both knew it.
She closed her eyes until she heard the glass doors slide. Yes, she thought, she would fuck the boy again. The ache in her pussy was stilled for the moment. But it would return. In fact, it would probably return just about the time Phil called her.
Languidly, the sensuous brunette crossed the room to the closet and withdrew a long, flowing robe and slipped it on. She paused to brush her hair and saw that the light made the thin fabric almost transparent. She seemed even taller and more beautiful than usual. She decided that her sexual encounter must have agreed with her, for her skin was milky white, clear and sensuously soft-looking, and her cheeks were slightly rosy.
Just the recollection of the handsome boy sent a little thrill of pleasure through her, making her nipples harden and tingle all over again. Carlo. His animal lust. His prick, so hot, so hard, so huge, so wonderful. He had driven her almost mad with desire.
She walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Her body was covered with the drying remnants of their orgasms. His cum dripped from her chin. She didn't care. From now on she would get all she wanted.
She stepped into the shower and let the spray cascade down her back and over her body. Ten minutes later, she stepped out, shivering. After drying and slipping back into her robe, she padded back into the bedroom, fixed herself a drink, and sat down on the bed to wait for Phil's call.
CHAPTER THREE
Monica Priestley answered the door and ushered Jerry into the study. She was a tall woman, made even taller by the platform heels she wore. A tight knit dress accented her full figure in all the right places.
Absently, Jerry thought that Harry Priestley was a lucky man to have a wife in her forties that was as well endowed and as well preserved as Monica. Under the dress he could see the tantalizing jiggle of her ass-cheeks and the flare of her hips as she walked into the study in front of him. Her breasts were high and firm.
The fact that she had left the top three buttons undone at the top of the dress unnerved Jerry. Even though he had just fucked Kay, the sight of those creamy melons bulging above the bra-cups gave his cock a tingle.
"Would you like a drink ... a Bloody Mary?"
"Well, uh...." Jerry hesitated, vainly trying to keep his eyes above her chest, "I'd better keep a clear head for the meeting with Harry."
"The meeting isn't with Harry," she smiled, breathing hard so her tits seemed to strain even farther outward. "I'll fix the drinks."
It wasn't unusual for Jerry to get a phone call from his boss to rush to either the office or his house. But it was unexpected on a Sunday, and to have the call come from Monica Priestley.
"But, I thought...."
"Harry's out of town," she said, handing him a glass, "and I was lonesome."
Suddenly the reason for the Sunday call was less a mystery. Jerry had heard rumors about Monica Priestley. She liked the company of young men, and it was also rumored that few men went up in the ranks of the company if they didn't get along with Monica Priestley.
Jerry had barely sipped his drink when the woman grabbed his hand. "Come along."
She led him down a long corridor and up a short flight of stairs. Before he realized it, he found himself in a huge, high ceilinged bedroom. Directly in the center of the room was the biggest, round bed he had ever seen.
Even with all that knowledge about Monica, Jerry was far from prepared for what followed.
"I understand that my husband thinks a great deal of you, Jerry," she said, setting her glass on an end table and moving to stand in front of him.
"I ... I certainly hope so." Her thrusting tits bobbed less than an inch from his chest. It was impossible not to look down into the long, dark cleft between the huge mounds of alluring flesh.
"I hope that I'll find you as pleasing as he does," Monica chuckled, then reached behind her back.
Jerry heard the unmistakable sound of an opening zipper.
He watched her. What should he do? Now there was no doubt about her desires or her intentions. He somehow knew that if he wasn't flattered by her interest in him, it might very well be the end of his career with Priestley Construction.
She was pulling the expensive knit dress up over her head. A silk slip followed, and she threw both garments to the floor. Now she stood, legs spread wide, in front of him in only her bra, panties, and the high, platform shoes.
The outline of the dress hadn't lied. She was a well put-together woman. Her thighs were full, . covered with muscular curves that looked as though they could choke the life out of a man's head.
She unclasped her bra and shrugged it from her shoulders. The melon-like tits lunged forward, sagging a little but still thrusting forward in spite of their pendulous weight.
The hair on her head was a very light, platinum blonde but, as she stepped out of the panties, it was obvious that color had nothing to do with the thick, curling mat of .pubic hair covering her pussy; it was coal black, even darker than Kay's.
Should he? And what if he didn't? There was the mortgage to think of, the two cars, Kay, and, not least of all, his own career.
She saw his look and seemed to understand it at once. Jerry was not the first young executive Monica had brought to her bed, and he certainly wouldn't be the last. She always got a kick out of their shock and eventual embarrassment; especially if they had young, attractive wives, as she knew Jerry had.
She moved closer to him, letting her long, hard nails slide down across the bulge of excitement she had already noticed in the front of his pants.
"How old are you, Jerry?"
"Uh ... twenty-nine."
"And that lovely wife of yours? Kay, isn't it? How old is she?"
"Uh ... twenty-six."
Monica had unzipped his fly and now her hand was inside. It groped to pull his hardening cock free from his shorts.
"How long have you two beautiful people been married?"
He gulped as she drew his cock into the open and lovingly cradled it in both her hands. "Uh ... about six years."
"I hear she's beautiful. You're a lucky man." Her nails scratched up and down the barrel of his cock, bringing more and more blood into the expanding head. "But then, she's a lucky girl, isn't she? ... to have all this meat to suck and fuck?"
"I ... I guess so...." Jerry answered like a robot, hoping that his prick wouldn't shoot right in her hands.
"Do you fuck her enough...?"
"Well, lately...." he couldn't say any more. She was pumping his cock now, making him gasp with the strain of holding back a come. He arched his body slightly and stood swaying and placing his feet wide apart for balance.
His prick was swollen to its fullest now and the head was dripping pre-seminal fluid. Monica Priestley was obviously an expert at bringing a man up and then bringing him off.
"I can feel how much you like me doing this, Jerry, playing with your cock. I am giving you a lot of pleasure, aren't I?"
"Arrrgghhhh, yesss ... Jesus, be careful ... I might come!"
"I want to give you pleasure, Jerry. And I want you to humor me a little."
"How?"
"By telling me about your beautiful wife." She was jerking his cock with sharp movements that caused Jerry to gasp and tense his muscles to hold the cum in his balls. "Is Kay a good fuck? Does she go wild when you ram this beautiful hunk of meat up her cunt?"
He didn't answer her. He didn't know what to say. He opened his eyes and saw her bending her mouth closer and closer to the raging tip of his swollen cock.
Was she going to suck him? God, he didn't think he could stand this much longer without shooting hot cum all over her belly.
Now she was pulling back his foreskin and rubbing his cockhead back and forth across her full, sensual lips. He wanted her to take it. He wanted to shove every inch of his meat down her lovely throat.
She seemed to sense his mood. "Do you want me to suck it, Jerry? Do you want me to take your meat in my mouth and give you a blow job?"
"Yes ... yes, damnit. Oh shit, take it ... SUCK IT!"
"I will," Monica crooned, "if you tell me how you fuck your wife ... and don't leave anything out. I want to hear every detail while I suck you off."
Jerry looked down. She was on her knees now in front of him. He could feel her hot breath along the full length of his prick. He knew he could grab her by the back of the head and drive his pole clear past her tonsils. But he also knew he had to play her game.
"Yes ... yes," he blurted out, his voice high and squeaky. "Kay's a great fuck and she loves my cock. She likes to suck it and lick my balls. Lots of times I'll come at least once in her mouth before I spread her out and fuck the cum out of her ... OHHHHH YESSSS!"
The woman's warm, sucking mouth closed like a glove over his cockhead. She started sucking him like a woman who not only knows how to take a lot of cock in her mouth, but who loves it as well.
She undid his trousers until they fell down around his ankles. She released his cock just long enough to drop his shorts as well. Then her hands gripped his naked buttocks and pulled. In, in, in, into her mouth went his bloated prick until he could feel her upper lip and her nose buried in the wiry mass of his pubic hair.
And still, with a mouthful of his prick, she urged him to continue his description, how he fucked and sucked his wife.
With his eyes closed, Jerry enjoyed the sweet agony of having his cock sucked deeper. He had already attained more of an erection than he ever had gotten with Kay. It was fantastic how this woman could take the full brunt of his prick into her head.
In halting gasps, he told in detail how he and Kay had sixty-nined that morning; how his beautiful wife had sucked his prick and he had licked and eaten her pussy. Talking about fucking Kay and having Monica's experienced mouth sucking him off was having its effect. He could feel the cum boiling up in his balls.
There was a wild upsurge of passion deep in his belly and he lost all sense of time and space. He heard himself ranting lewd and obscene descriptions about Kay's beautiful cunt, her big, firm tits, and about the many positions they used when they fucked each other.
The rampant mouth on his plunging cock moved with a relentless life of its own now. He knew that he wouldn't be able to control the bursting seed in his balls. He didn't know what to do. Did this woman, his boss's wife, want him to pour his hot jism in her mouth?
The wild bobbing of her head and the way she used her cheeks to suck his cockhead gave every indication that his cum in her throat was exactly what she did want.
"Oh, oh, oh shit ... I can't hold it any longer. I'm gonna shoot ... I'M COMMMINNGGG!"
"Hmmmm."
Suddenly, with a fierce forward and upward lunge of his cock, he rooted deeply in her throat as the cum lifted from his balls and started its unstoppable flow down the length of his cock. He was screaming Kay's name over and over again and loudly urging Monica to suck, suck, SUCK!
The mouth on his cock gripped him even firmer and, with great contractions of her throat muscles, the woman gulped his creamy spend down as fast as his cock spewed it forth. Her mouth seemed to open even wider to keep up with the flow of his load as it came shooting out of his cockhead in a steady stream into her throat.
At last Jerry was dry. He pulled his prick from her still-sucking mouth and staggered to the bed where he flopped, exhausted, onto his back.
Monica watched him through narrowed eyes, her mouth and chin covered with his creamy come. She smiled as he looked up at her and ran her tongue out to lick what remained. She took the thick globs into her mouth and made a great show of swallowing them.
"Just rest a little, Jerry," she said, "then we'll get you hard again and we'll see how far up my cunt you can shoot your next load."
"No," Jerry groaned, struggling to a sitting position and trying to arrange his clothes. "No, I can't. No more ... I've got to go."
"Oh?"
"This was all a mistake ... Kay, your husband ... I can't do any more...."
"Before you go ... maybe you had better listen to this."
Jerry watched her walk to the wall and turn some dials. In seconds he heard the soft hum of a tape recorder and then his voice. All the filthy obscenities, the dirty phrases, the complete descriptions of how he sucked and fucked Kay, and how he had urged Monica to take all his cock into her mouth came across loud and clear.
He practically had tears in his eyes when he looked back up into Monica's smiling face. "We have little parties sometimes, Harry and I," she said. "Lots and lots of very important people come to our parties. What if, some night, you and Kay were at one of our little parties and I played this for the guests?"
"You bitch."
"Oh, don't be such a hypocrite, Jerry. You loved the way I sucked your cock."
It was true. He had loved it, but he sure as hell didn't want Kay to know how much. His poor wife would be horrified. It would be bad enough if Kay knew Monica had sucked him, but if she heard the things he had said while the woman had done it, it would be the end of his marriage for sure.
The shocked look on his face pleased Monica. Some of the other young men she had pulled the tape trick on had just laughed in her face. They had even dared her to do anything with it. But then they didn't love and respect their wives the way Jerry Thomas did, and Monica knew it.
Monica was in the driver's seat. She moved to him and rubbed her gigantic tits back and forth across his face.
"Now, now, don't worry, baby. Mommy will take good care of the tape, if her little boy will take good care of her."
Her teasing tone made him more angry than ever, but he knew there was nothing he could do about it. She held all the trump cards and he told her so.
"I'm glad you agree. That shows what a sensible young man you are. Now, I want you and Kay to come to dinner next Friday night."
"What for?"
"Harry and I like to have young people around us. All right?"
"Yeah ... all right. What else can I say?"
"Good," Monica said, and lay down on the bed beside him. "Now eat my pussy a little, Jerry. Get my cunt good and juicy so I can take your cock up it in one stroke."
He was angry, humiliated, and frustrated. But the sight of the woman's legs spread and thrown high in the air right in front of him was already having an effect on his cock. He could see the juices glistening on the pink flesh of her inner cuntlips. The lips yawned open invitingly and the dark fur sui rounding them drew his head like a magnet down between her thighs.
His lips had barely touched the wetness of her pussy when she grabbed his head and pulled his tongue hard into her gash. Her thighs squeezed his ears like a vise, holding his face against her cunt as she writhed and gyrated like a wild woman.
"Yes ... oh yes, baby ... suck! Suck my cunt! Bite my clit and bring me off good once before you fuck me ... suck ... SUCK!"
Almost at once Monica ascended to the peak of orgasm. With her head thrown far back and her lips bared to show her even, white teeth clenched with passion, she cried out for Jerry to take her clit into his mouth and swallow her juice. Her hands clawed the back of his head with the fiery lust of intense passion.
When he started alternating his tongue from her cunt to her asshole and then back again, Monica arched her body and screeched like a wild animal.
He was almost like an animal himself as he rooted in her pussy and felt his cock again rising to a total hard. He moved his hands under her ass-cheeks and lifted her straining hips higher toward his plunging tongue.
He rammed with his tongue and she lunged with her syrupy cunt, welding it against his face so it became almost impossible for him to breathe. Their gyrations and the intensity of their fucking matched the dripping of his cock and the spewing of juice from her pussy.
"Now ... NOW! I'M COMING!" Monica screamed. "Shove your dick in me and finish me off!"
But he kept sucking. Jerry had to admit it, Monica was great in bed. Hew blow job on his cock had been fantastic, her cunt tasted wonderful, and he was really looking forward to fucking her.
But first he was going to make her come on his tongue.
It didn't take long. In just a few more seconds, she was screaming obscenities at the top of her lungs and her pussy contracted like a vise around his jabbing tongue.
"Yessss ... oh fuck, shit, piss, suck it! Good come ... beautiful come!"
At last she subsided a little and he crawled up until his hard cock was dangling between her splayed thighs.
"You want my cock now?"
"Yes! Fuck me, Jerry honey. Fuck me harder and deeper than I've ever been fucked before!"
"Put it in for me," he ordered, lowering his hips toward her writhing body.
Monica paused a moment, then reached down between their bodies and searched for his hardness. She found it immediately; it would have been impossible not to, as large and hard as his prick was. She thrilled as her fingers wrapped around its hot, throbbing vibrancy. She could feel every muscle, every beating vein in the head. She enclosed it tightly in her fist, then stroked it, moving the flesh up and down on the shaft. Jerry moaned with ecstasy from the touch of her hand and fingers.
"Do you want my pussy?"
"Yes, yes, dammit. I want your pussy."
"The suck was so good," she teased. "Now tell me what our fuck is going to be like!"
"I'm going to put my cock where my tongue was a moment ago. It wants to fuck you ... it wants to shoot its load of hot cum deep in your belly."
"Then do it, lover ... fuck me!"
Jerry lunged forward, burying his cock balls-deep in her yawning pussy on the first stroke. He started fucking in and out of her body in long, steady, bone-jarring lunges.
He heard nothing but her mewling grunts, her harsh breathing, and the steady slap, slap, slap of flesh on flesh.
He didn't hear the steady hum of the tape recorder.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kay tapped lightly on the back door of Phil's and Sue's house. There was no response. Around the corner she could see light from the living room streaming out through the window.
She didn't want to go to the front door for fear some of Phil's neighbors would see her. They might know Sue was out of town and think it strange that another woman was showing up so late. As she walked slowly and carefully around to the front of the house, Kay tried to remember the telephone conversation.
"Do you remember when I said 'never again', Phil?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I've changed my mind."
"I'm glad. I'll be right over ... hard-on in hand."
"No. Not here. Jerry's liable to be home any minute. Can't we meet and go to a motel?"
"Why don't you just come over here?"
"What about Sue?"
"What about her?"
"Well, Jesus, Phil ... I'm not going to screw you downstairs while your wife is asleep upstairs. I haven't sunk quite that low!"
"Oh," Phil said, and then there was a pause and a long intake of breath. "Well, look, Kay ... uh, Sue's out of town."
"She is?"
"Yeah. So why don't you just come on over and we'll party."
As she mounted the front steps, Kay could see that the living room was well-lighted and assumed that Phil was waiting for her. She tried the door and it opened easily. In the hall she heard a noise and, in the darkness, she headed for the sliding doors that opened into the living room.
She was inside, with the doors shut behind her, before she realized what was going on right in the middle of the floor.
It was Phil and Sue, naked on the carpet, with Phil's face buried hungrily between his wife's thighs. Sue's expression was one of lust. Her lips were pulled back from her teeth and her pretty blonde head was rolling from side to side as fast as Phil's was bobbing up and down against her cunt. .
Kay knew she should turn and run, but she found her feet rooted to the spot. Sue's eyes were squeezed shut as she tried to get the full enjoyment from Phil's driving tongue and sucking mouth. She twisted her fingers in his hair and slowly spread her legs wider and wider apart to give his tongue greater access to her pussy.
"Oh yes, yes, Phil honey, darling," she murmured hotly, "eat it, eat me. It feels so good. Don't stop ... make me come real good!"
Kay dropped a hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp. She could hardly believe that she was still standing, unable to move, watching Phil eat his wife's cunt. But he had said that Sue was out of town; it was all right if she came over.
He had lied to her. But why?
And still she couldn't move. She watched and she listened and she could feel the juices in her own pussy start to flow and seep through her panties.
Phil's head was bobbing up and down between his wife's legs, and Kay could hear the wet sucking and slurping noises caused by his tongue. It made her hotter. He was kneeling between Sue's legs with his butt towards Kay, and she could see the enormous hairy swelling of his balls, the heavy droop of his engorged cock.
Kay suddenly felt a wave of nausea and outrage. The bastard, she thought, Sue was home all the time. He got me over here to humiliate me, shame me. She was angry, but she was also horny. Judging from Sue's response, Phil was doing one hell of a job of eating her pussy. Kay felt a sharp pang of jealousy, then a hot wetness in her cunt.
Phil's head dipped lower, the slurping and sucking noises became even louder, and Sue gave a shrill squeal of pure bliss. She threw her slim legs up around his neck, opening her cunt completely to him, and Kay had a better view of the action. She could see Phil's flushed face, wet with his wife's juice, and she could see his thick tongue working swiftly and expertly in and out of her narrow cunt. Again Kay experienced fierce jealousy and lust. She knew how wonderful it would feel to have Phil doing that to her. Sue was going crazy with ecstasy.
"Oh, God, yes ... YES!" Sue wailed. "Eat me, darling ... make me come! Your tongue feels so good in my pussy. Put it in deeper, do it faster! Harder! Ohhhh, OHHHH!"
Phil was a damn good lover. Even Kay could vouch for that. And now, the young wife stood transfixed as he used his willing, educated tongue to bring his beautiful, slim-bodied wife to a shrieking climax.
Sue wailed and squealed and pumped her hips, getting herself off on the insistent probing friction of his hot tongue. Phil kept eating her until-her last spasms had passed, then he raised his head and looked down at her, grinning, as he wiped her cream from his mouth.
"Feel better?" he said mischievously.
"Oh yes, yes!" Sue said, sighing. "That was a great come, darling. Now let me bring you off!"
"By God, I'm ready," Phil said. "It won't take long. Hurry, baby, suck me off!"
He sat down on the carpet, his enormously long, thick cock weaving stiffly before him, springing from the bushy forest of his groin. Sue eyed his huge member with awe and respect. She licked her lips to make them slick. She started to get up, to get into position, when she happened to glance over his shoulder and catch sight of Kay.
"Oh boy," Sue said, smiling up at Kay, with her husband's hard cock in her hand, "our guest is here, Phil. Now the party can really get started!"
Phil swung around and faced Kay, where she slumped against the door. "Hi, honey," he said, as if nothing Kay had seen mattered. "Come on in."
"You bastard."
"What's the matter?" he asked, his eyes wide.
"You said Sue was out of town."
Phil started to answer, but Sue jumped in first. "Hey, Kay, take it easy. Don't get your shit hot. Hell, I know about you and Phil fucking each other. He told me when he got home that night. I don't mind!"
"Well I do."
"Jesus, that's a little hypocritical, isn't it? Is it okay to fuck my husband on the sly, but not if I know about it? Shit, honey, take your clothes off and join the party. We'll have a threesome!"
"You're animals!" Kay shouted, and turned to try and pull the door open.
"Well, la-de-da," Sue laughed. "Will you listen to little Miss Hot Pants Puritan!"
"Where're you goin', Kay?" Phil said, standing up and moving toward her, his cock rigidly bobbing up and down as he moved.
"Out. I'm leaving."
Suddenly Phil was angry. "The fuck you are!" He grabbed her and pushed her back into the room. "Not until you get what you came here for, you're not leaving."
"What are you going to do?" Kay sputtered.
"He's going to fuck you," Sue said, pulling and tugging at Kay's clothes. "And I'm going to watch. I love to watch my husband's big dick going in and out of another pussy."
"No ... no!" Kay cried, trying to stop them from stripping her. It was futile. Before she knew it, she was lying on the floor, her naked tits bouncing and her juicy cunt open to their eyes.
"Damn, you were right, Phil."
"Didn't l tell ya, honey?"
"Jesus, what a body she's got," Sue said, squeezing her own tits as she looked down at Kay's twin mountains of breast flesh roll back and forth across her chest. "She'd make two of me!"
"Let me go!" Kay cried, and tried to struggle to a sitting position.
"Hold her down," Phil ordered his wife. "By the shoulders. She came here to get fucked, and, by God, that's what she's gonna get!"
"Please ... please, Phil," Kay begged, as Sue slammed her shoulders back down to the carpet, "don't do this ... my God, not right here in front of your wife!"
"That's the whole idea, honey," Sue said. "Now shut up and enjoy it or I'll sit on your face right now and you won't even get to see Phil's cock go up your pussy."
Phil and Sue looked down at Kay. She seemed to be in some sort of a daze, not comprehending that all of this was happening for real.
"Please," she said meekly, "let me go. Don't hurt me."
"We're not gonna hurt ya, honey," Phil said. "We're just gonna teach you a little lesson ... a lesson about yourself. You want cock and we're gonna make you admit how much you want it."
She spat directly into his face. "Never, you bastard! I wouldn't give you the satisfaction."
"We'll see about that," Phil hissed, and shoved his hand between her clenched thighs. She tried to tighten them, to stop his invasion, but she was too late. She felt his fingers comb through the dark bush of her pubic hair and tickle the moist inner folds of her soaking pussy. "Shit, Sue, she's wet enough to fuck an elephant."
"Fuck her, darling ... fuck the shit out of her," Sue gasped, a wild, crazed glint in her eyes. "I want to watch you put her down and ream her!"
Then Kay got the message. She understood the full meaning of Phil's intent. He wanted to humiliate her in front of Sue, to turn her on, to bring out her lust. She couldn't bear to have that happen. She'd die of shame if Sue saw the whore side of her nature. "Oh, no," she said, "please, don't. I won't come here again ... I won't call you again, Phil. Just let me alone."
"No way," Sue laughed. "We want you to call us again. When Phil's through with you, I want some of your pussy myself!"
"And you'll get it, baby," Phil cackled. "Just as soon as I warm and juice it up."
His finger slid onto Kay's clitoris and began an insistent, wicked message. Kay flinched and moaned. She knew that after a few seconds of that, she'd be lost. Groaning, she struggled to rise and twist away from him, but Sue proved to be surprisingly strong. Kay felt her shoulders being slammed back down to the carpet, felt Sue's sharp fingernails digging into her flesh.
"Shut up and lie still, honey," Sue said. "You do what Phil says, or I'll claw your face. I'm not kidding."
Kay didn't doubt it. She didn't want her face scarred, and she knew that Sue would do it. Sobbing, Kay went limp and submissive. She whimpered as she felt Phil's thumb and forefinger grasping her sensitive clit, rubbing and molding it, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through her cunt.
Helplessly, she felt her pussy starting to juice. She cursed her own strong sex drive. If it weren't for this terrible lust of hers, she could have resisted his efforts at humiliation, could have remained cold and unresponding. As it was, she had all she could do to keep from moaning her pleasure, from throwing her legs wide open and begging Phil to fuck her. She stared dazedly at his erect, throbbing cock, remembering how marvelous it had felt inside her the last time.
Sue didn't even glance at her husband's long, fat prick. It was a familiar sight to her. Instead she studied Kay's lush body. She'd never seen Kay naked before, and she found the sight fascinating. She also felt acute envy. To have big, beautiful tits like that, the enticingly curved hips, and that pretty, huge mat of cunt fur. Sue ached to be shaped like Kay. She could tell by the look on Phil's face that he was powerfully turned on.
He was trying to be stern, but his eyes fell flashing hotly to Kay's great wobbling tits, with their huge pink nipples, or dropping hungrily to her wide dark cunt.
Sue wished she could have had such a full and voluptuous figure. She glanced down at her own cone-shaped tits and brown nipples, down to her nearly hairless pussy. It was her destiny to be shaped like a young, barely-mature girl, and she had long ago learned to live with it. But that didn't stop her from enjoying free-wheeling sex with her liberated ideas and her free-wheeling husband. And it didn't stop her from admiring and lusting after women who were better built than she.
Phil had managed to force Kay's thighs farther apart, and Sue could see the action of his hand as he kneaded her clitoris.
Kay whimpered and bit her lip, blushing and squirming, trying to deny the pleasure she felt. Phil kept his eyes on her face, studying her reaction. He could tell that she was still full of fight and pride, and that he would have to do better than this if he was going to conquer her. He seized her legs and pulled them roughly apart, then swung them over his shoulders. He had a perfect view of her scarlet slit. He brought his face down onto the creamy red flesh.
"Oh, no," Kay cried. "Oh, no ... noooo!"
Sue watched, fascinated, as her husband stuck out his tongue and used the stiff tip to tickle and caress the brunette's swollen, pink cunt-folds. Sue knew how good that felt, and she understood when Kay gave a long, shuddering sigh and then began to whimper again.
Phil tongued her lips until her whole lush body had turned a mottled pink, the rash of lust. Then he put the pointed tip of his tongue right onto her fat clit and began to tease it swiftly.
"Ohhhh!" Kay screamed. "Ohhhh, no, no, please!"
She tried to hold herself back, but as his expert tongue aroused her highly-sensitive clitoris, she couldn't help moaning her deep pleasure. Even worse, the hot cream began to bubble from her cunt in steamy floods, telling them all how horny she was. She couldn't stop the flow. Phil saw it and grinned. Sue saw it, too, and knew what it meant.
"Let me," she said.
"What?"
"Let me go down on her. Let me suck her cunt and get her goin'."
Phil nodded, chuckling, and they quickly changed places. Phil held Kay down by the shoulders while his wife spread the helpless girl's legs even farther apart and bent her head to her darkly-furred cunt.
Kay struggled in shame and humiliation. "Please ... please, Phil, not with another woman ... not that!"
"You'll love it, honey," Sue said as she tongued Kay's clitoris. "Just relax and take it." Phil's wife pressed her mouth down hard on Kay's swollen cuntal lips and began to suck. She drew the pink button of the woman's clit into her mouth. She bathed it with her hot saliva.
In seconds Kay was a mass of uncontrollable, writhing passion. She felt her body melting with blinding pleasure.
If it had still been Phil's mouth on her pussy instead of another woman's, she would have howled for joy, shrieked her encouragement, begged Phil to fuck her. But this was a woman's mouth on her cunt. Kay bit her lip and put all her effort into fighting her horniness.
Phil was getting a little annoyed. Jesus, how long was the woman going to hold out? She was creaming rivers, there was no doubt that she was on the verge of an orgasm, and yet she still kept up the act, still refused to respond.
Sue sucked her hot clit. Phil could actually hear Kay's heart pounding, but still she refused to relax and admit she was enjoying herself.
"Stick your tongue in her hole, Sue," Phil told his wife. "Tongue-fuck her until she begs to be really fucked."
Sue smiled. The game was getting to be even more fun. She released Kay's throbbing clitoris and slid her tongue downward to stuff it deeply in the brunette's hot, musky hole.
"Ohhhh, OHHHH GOD ... OH MY GOD!" Kay shrieked.
It was too much. She just couldn't hide her pleasure any longer. Sue was giving her exactly what she needed, deep thick penetration. With an anguished moan, she threw her long legs wide open and arched her body up to meet the wicked thrusting of Sue's flicking tongue. Her cream flooded out, drenching Sue's face, and her vulva grew red-hot with lust. She clawed the carpet, whimpered, moaned. Her big tits grew stiff and plump with arousal.
Phil ran his cock across her tits, then leaned close to her ear. "Say it!"
"No ... no, never!"
"Say it, Kay. Tell me! Tell Sue! Tell us both how much you want cock in your hot cunt!"
Kay gave an anguished sob. She was beaten. She knew she would hate herself later, but right now she had to be fucked.
"Oh, God, do it," she said hoarsely. "Do it to me, damn you!"
"Do what, Kay?" Phil said. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do."
Kay shuddered. "Fuck me!" she sobbed. "Put your cock in me and fuck me! Oh, please, Phil, please, I can't stand it! FUCK ME!"
"Okay, baby," Phil said to her tenderly. "Hang on."
Once again he and Sue changed places. Phil nuzzled his big body down between her quivering thighs and again whispered in her ear. "Tell me again."
"Fuck me," Kay cried. "Yes, that's what I said. Go ahead ... fuck me in front of your wife. I don't care ... just put your big cock into me ... PLEEEASSSEEE!"
Phil let himself down on her. He eased his mammoth, swollen cock inside her aching pussy. Kay groaned and wept with relief as she felt his meat come up inside her to put out the raging fires that had threatened to drive her insane.
At the same time, Sue let go of her, knowing that Kay wouldn't have to be held down any more. The young wife was getting fucked, and it was obvious from the look on her face and the gyrations of her hips that she was loving and reveling in every lunge of Phil's hard cock.
Sue loved to watch Phil fuck. He was a master, and when he made another woman come, Sue could almost come herself, just from seeing it happen.
She saw her husband's eyes close in ecstasy, saw Kay shiver with pleasure and wrap her long, shapely legs around Phil's middle.
"Is it good as the last time, Kay?" Phil panted.
"Yes ... yes ... even better. MUCH BETTER ... fuck me, Phil! Pour your cock to me ... harder ... faster ... FUCK MEEEE!"
"God, she's hot now," Sue cried. "Fuck her, Phil ... fuck the piss out of her!"
That's exactly what Phil intended to do. He withdrew his cock from her sopping pussy and knelt for an instant between her splayed thighs. Both he and Sue looked down at her still-writhing form.
His cock, bobbing in front of his groin, glistened with Kay's cunt juice. Kay looked up at his pole and imagined that it was still severing her cunt hole, still giving her fiery pussy a much-needed fuck. His cock seemed almost as enormous as the monster that had invaded her pussy that afternoon. Although it was in full erection, its great weight caused it to hang down heavily from the thick curls of his pubic hair.
Kay wanted it again and this time she made no bones about it. "Put it back in, Phil! Don't tease me like this. I don't care if Sue does watch, as long as you fuck me! Please, please ... give me your cock!"
As if Kay weighed no more than a feather, Phil flipped her over and pulled her up until she crouched on her hands and knees.
"Yes ... yesss, fuck me from behind!" she cried. "Fuck me every way there is to fuck!"
Phil threw himself behind her and then his belly smacked against her ass. A great look of surprise and joy came over Kay's face. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.
"You got it, baby," Phil said.
"Yes, oh God, you're in me clear to my tits. I LOVE IT ... FUCK ME NOW!"
The look of astonishment on Kay's face quickly turned into one of pure animal pleasure. Her eyes went blank, her mouth twisted into a grin of lust, and she began to rhythmically writhe her hips.
"Jesus, look at those tits," Sue chirped. "God, I wish mine looked like that."
Behind Kay's ass, Phil was working his huge, erect dick slowly and deeply in and out of her creaming cunt. Sue was having the time of her life, crawling around on the carpet and watching her husband ball the other woman. She was impressed as she watched Phil's long shaft ease into Kay's mushy hole. Deeper and deeper it went, until he was buried to the balls. Then it would reappear, glistening with the clear juices from Kay's cunt.
Kay was aware of Sue's glee and the fact that Phil's wife was intently watching her get fucked. But she didn't care. She needed this fuck so badly, she couldn't bear to interrupt it for anything. She whimpered and squealed and moaned out her pleasure, blotting out every other thought. Phil's mammoth cock was butting her womb, stuffing her completely, and she loved it.
And Phil was loving it. He loved to fuck and suck his own wife, but it was always a treat to get his cock into a big-titted women like Kay who, underneath her protestations, was a real whore who loved fucking.
Beneath him, Kay was howling and writhing, her cunt boiling red-hot and juicy around his spearing prick. It was fantastic how hot and wet she could get. He began to fuck her harder.
"Good for you, baby?" he asked.
"Oh God, yes," Kay groaned. "It's beautiful ... I love it, Phil!"
She must be loving it ... cream was pouring out of her stuffed cunt in endless hot rivers, bathing his balls each time he plunged into her. As he reached around her body to cup and fondle her tits, he could feel that they had swollen even larger, full of arousal as they swayed heavily from her chest. Kay had an enormous need, a great cunt, and she was a woman born for sex. And Phil planned to give her all she needed, whenever she needed it.
He dropped one hand from her tit and groped through the moist fur patch of her pussy until he located the stiff button of her clit. He touched it once, twice ... and Kay let out a shrill wail and began to come. He was astonished. He had to cling tightly to her convulsing body to keep from being thrown off, and he felt her cunt muscles nipping and squeezing violently at his deeply-buried prick. He almost came himself, but he was determined to wait. He had a feeling that Kay might require a lot more than one come before the evening was over.
"OHHHH, GOD! AAAHHH!" Kay shouted as her orgasm ripped through her body.
At last she collapsed limply beneath him, sighing, feeling wonderfully well fucked. A few minutes passed before she came back to her senses and looked around her.
Phil was lying on his back and Sue was bouncing her tiny cunt up and down over his cock, taking every inch of it on every thrust, just as Kay had done.
Sue glanced over at Kay and smiled. "C'mere, honey."
"What?"
"Stand in front of me," Sue said. "I'll eat your pussy while I fuck Phil's cock."
Kay's pussy was still in need, still creaming, still wanting to come again.
Why not? she thought. I've gone this far, there's no reason to stop now.
She stood with her feet planted, one on each side of Phil's chest, and spread her thighs. Just as Sue's tongue entered her cunt, she screamed and came again, bathing the woman's face with her hot juice.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kay was happy about the invitation to the Priestley's for dinner. To get an invitation on that social level was a good sign that Jerry was on his way up in the firm. Kay meant to use the evening to press her own cause; would there be any way to keep Jerry off the road so much?
The dinner was fine, and the evening went very fast. Both Kay and Jerry had far too much to drink; she, because she was having such a good time, and he, because he was afraid of what Monica might say or do in front of Kay.
Over after-dinner drinks, Harry suggested that they all pile in one car and take in a show.
"But it's close to midnight," Jerry objected.
"That's just when this kind of show begins," Monica said, with a leer directed right at Jerry.
He was sure he knew only too well what kind of a show it was when Harry said it was at a private club he had just joined about a year before.
"C'mon, Jerry," his boss insisted, "don't be a spoil sport. It's near your place. We'll take in the show and then just drop you off. Monica and I will bring your car around in the morning on the way to golf."
"I ... I don't think so," Jerry replied. "Kay's had a little too much sauce, and I'm tired...."
"Oh, come on, Jerry," Kay said. "It'll be fun!"
"Of course," Monica added, an ominous note in her low-pitched voice, "we do have some interesting home entertainment...."
That did it. Jerry knew only too well what the woman meant. He readily agreed to take in the show and a half hour later the four of them sat in a booth in front of a darkened stage. A pitcher of exotic drink sat in front of them and Kay was putting it away much too fast for Jerry's peace of mine.
"Honey," he whispered, "don't you think you should take it a little easy?"
"I'm afraid not to drink," she whispered back. "I can guess what kind of show this is going to be, and if I'm not loose I'm liable to become a prude and embarrass us in front of Monica and Harry."
Jerry accepted this, not knowing that Kay was actually looking forward to the show, no matter how lewd it might be. All evening she had been comparing Monica and Harry with Phil and Sue. The comparison wasn't half bad, and she had been thinking about what a kick it would be if Jerry's new boss turned out to be a swinger like his old one; then she and Jerry could have a lot of sex kicks, and he could go places with the firm at the same time.
She took another sip of the exotic drink. What an unusual taste, she thought. But it was good. She sipped again.
They sat silently for several minutes, drinking, lost in their own thoughts. Harry, noticing that Kay's glass was almost empty, refilled it. His own glass was nearly untouched.
"To health and fun," Harry toasted.
Jerry echoed the statement in a weak voice, and drank as he felt Monica's hand squeeze his inner thigh under the table.
Suddenly, from the direction of the stage, the pulsing beat of a single drum began. Gradually, a single spot of light began to illuminate one side of the stage.
Kay was mesmerized as the majestic figure of a huge, olive-skinned man gradually appeared in the soft illumination. He was seated, cross-legged, on the far side of the stage, clasping the drum he played between his bare legs. Wearing only a loincloth, his arms and chest glistened in the warm light. Kay scarcely dared to breathe as she watched the light begin to pulse in rhythm to the enormous man's beat, flickering eerily off of his naked skin with each throb.
The vibrant scene seemed to have a hypnotic effect on her. She was beginning to feel light, airy, and her temples pulsed with the thumping drumbeat.
Suddenly, she felt warm and secure. She began to experience a vibrant, yet calm, feeling that rose upward from her toes and downward from her breasts to settle in the furry mat between her thighs.
She felt good to be sitting close to Jerry. She squeezed his leg and felt his arm go around her shoulder. She leaned closer and was pleased when he smiled. He nodded toward the stage. She had been so lulled by the drink that she had failed to notice the appearance of a slender, blonde young girl.
Monica and Harry saw the way Kay and Jerry looked with anticipation toward the stage. They smiled and exchanged knowing glances of their own.
The blonde, not over fifteen or sixteen, was sitting on the end of a bed in the center of the stage, her hands folded, staring blankly off toward the audience. Her lithe figure was illuminated by a steady beam of light in much the same manner as was the male drummer. Suddenly, the tempo of the drum increased, and everyone ... including Kay ... watched intently as the slender girl bent down and grasped the hem of the filmy gown she was wearing. Rising, she slowly slipped the gown upwards, exposing her slim white legs and then her slender thighs.
Kay could hear eager sounds of delight from the males in the audience as the gown snaked its way over the girl's head and her graceful but not fully-developed body emerged. Her budding breasts burst into view and, in the stage light, her small quivering nipples appeared like tiny raisins. Raising her arms up over her head, she pulled her waist-length, golden hair up, then allowed it to cascade over her sensuous shoulders.
Then, stretching languidly, she turned to face the drummer and gave him a wanton smile. She was completely naked now.
"What's she going to do?" Kay asked Jerry, unable to suppress the tingle of excitement in her pussy.
"I don't know. Shhhh," he replied, not looking at her. His face was perspiring. He knew that he should yank Kay out of the booth, tell the Priestleys to both go to hell, and leave.
But he couldn't.
His cock was getting hard and he was just as curious about what was going to happen as he was afraid of it.
With a sudden, fierce intensity, the drumbeat changed tempo. The steady sound made Kay's thighs quiver. She clamped them tighter together to avoid detection. It only made matters worse. The lips of her pussy squeezed together over her clitoris and she could feel the juices start to flow in her cuntal walls.
The youngster on the stage was holding a bottle of oil. She poured a small amount on her fingertips. The pretty teenager smeared and massaged her breasts in tiny, teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples to sudden throbbing hardness. Then, spreading her legs, she exposed the thin pink slit of her vagina. Pouring out more of the glistening liquid on her fingers, she lewdly parted the hair-lined lips of her cunt, applying the substance, dabbing it on her clitoris and along the inner ridges.
Setting the bottle aside, she walked to the bed and stretched out on her back. Slowly, she began caressing her ripe body, working herself toward a burning passion as her lithe ass-cheeks twisted against the satin-covered bed as though she were trying to bury herself in it. Her eyes were glazed with desire, and the whiteness of her naked flesh began to turn a blushing color.
Kay's pussy was soaking her panties now. Her mind was boiling. She tried to sort out her own feelings from what the girl's must be. She flushed slightly with guilt as she felt a fleeting desire to be where the cute, naked teenager was, experiencing the same thing. Squirming her buttocks nervously, the young wife felt the edge of the booth cushion come into tingling contact with the soft swelling of her cuntal lips, a contact that was intensified by the nylon panties and smooth dress she was wearing.
She tried to sit straight and stop her squirming, but she was powerless to stop herself, and she ground down with greater force against the cushion rim as her breath quickened.
Without thinking, she moved nearer to Jerry, and made no protest when his hand came to rest tenderly but firmly on her right breast.
"She's getting me all hot," Kay whispered in Jerry's ear. "I wish we were home in bed watching this."
"Why?" he chuckled.
"So I could suck your cock at the same time," Kay giggled.
The teenager on the stage writhed more wildly than ever now, as if her pussy were being attacked by some beast.
The girl's heated gyrations drove Kay wild. She wondered if it was affecting Monica the same way. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the older woman gazing with intent rapture at the stage. Her hands were out of sight beneath the table and her right shoulder was moving a little.
Could it be?
And then Kay was sure of it. She could hear the steady thud, thud, thud that came in perfect harmony with the movement of the woman's shoulder. The woman was masturbating her husband under the table.
Just the realization of what Monica was doing turned Kay on all the more. She pressed down against the cushion again. Harder and harder she pressed, until the hem of her dress was bunched up and pressing into the crack of her ass-cheeks.
Meanwhile, Jerry had tightened his hold on her breast, clenching and unclenching its firm, full roundness with a rhythm that matched the erotic writhing of the girl on the stage. The young wife could feel the wetness slowly spreading between her thighs, and she moved forward a few inches to gain more solid contact with the cushion. She found it impossible to still the driving urge in her loins.
She looked at the stage again after what seemed a long time. She was surprised when she saw the golden-haired girl begin to run both hands over her body, her fingertips dancing over the flat, ivory belly and coming to rest, together, at the juncture of her soft, hair-covered young thighs. The blonde groaned at the thrilling contact of her hands with the moist slit between her legs and she pulled her legs up. Then, with a deep sigh, she let them fall, gaping wide on either side of the bed. Her fingers crawled on her nipples and pinched them roughly, making the sensitive flesh shiver and contract in their erectness.
Kay wriggled uncomfortably in her seat when she saw the girl slowly tease her middle finger into the glistening pink slit of her pussy and begin stroking the swollen bud-like clitoris with her thumb. Jerry's hand clutched her breast tightly, and she heard and felt his breathing becoming heavier.
Oh boy, she thought, am I going to get some good fucking when we get home tonight! Silently she thanked the Priestleys for bringing them to this place and getting Jerry so sexually steamed up.
On the stage the young blonde was fingerfucking herself like a demon. In and out of her cuntal hole flew two fingers of her right hand. Then the two fingers were joined by two more and the teen-ager was pushing nearly all of her fist in and out of her splayed cunt. The fingers disappeared and emerged again and again with a moist, sucking noise, causing the girl to sigh and moan with pleasure.
Kay's body stiffened momentarily as she watched. Only Jerry's firm grasp on her trembling, aroused breast kept her from leaning forward to hang on the edge of her seat as she hungrily watched the young girl.
But the naked little blonde on the bed was now hopelessly possessed. Her eyes and teeth were clenched tightly shut as she shamelessly writhed her cunt against her driving fingers in an ever-increasing frenzy of lust.
It almost was more than Kay could stand witnessing this act right before her eyes, someone should fuck the teenager ... do something to help her.
Kay hardly noticed when Jerry skillfully unbuttoned the top of her dress and slipped his sweating palm inside her bra to cup and hold her warm, naked breast.
Now, starting to lose all control of herself, Kay's heart was pounding savagely in her chest; she was certain that Jerry must feel it thrashing under his strong hand. He rubbed his fingers lightly over the nipple, stopping to pinch it to hardness and causing a ripple of delicious sensation to flow through her each time he did. Her breath was steadily quickening, coming in tight gasps as the burning sensation in the hollow pit of her trim young belly grew in maddening intensity. She was beginning to perspire, and she could feel a trickle of sweat running from her navel down her stomach. Its slow, teasing trail caused her to squirm and push her sex-flushed breasts more firmly into Jerry's hand. Another trickle ran down the valley back between her buttocks, falling onto the tight pink flesh of her asshole.
Oh God, how she wanted to fuck. She felt as if she could lift her skirt, right there in the booth, and slide onto Jerry's cock. She was tempted.
"I'd love to take your cock out right here and suck it or fuck it, darling," she whispered in his ear.
"I wish you could," he croaked. "Just wait till we get home!"
"That's what I was hoping you'd say."
Pushing her bare breast harder into his hand, Kay glanced back to the stage.
The young girl's body was aroused to the point of all-consuming passion-now. Small rivers of perspiration were building and running down the blonde's body, glistening in the spotlights and reminding Kay of her own heated body. A sense of identification with the girl was stronger than ever, sending stronger ripples of sexual need through her own trembling limbs. She could feel Jerry becoming increasingly excited and she was sure that he could feel the frequent grinding of her vagina down against the cushion. Embarrassed, she made an effort to appear as though she was merely changing position, but it was becoming nearly impossible to conceal the fact that she was just as stirred up as he was.
He was fondling her huge breasts more heatedly now, pinching her nipples harder until they throbbed with need. Shame came over Kay when she realized that she was actually jealous of the girl onstage; she yearned to have something or someone in her own moist passage.
Suddenly there was an anguished cry from the girl on the bed. She was twisting her head from side to side wildly, her long blonde hair sweeping across the satin spread. She was experiencing the first blinding throes of searing orgasm, and she fucked back greedily against her fingers like a she-demon gone mad.
Kay stared in fascination as the young girl began to thrash and buck wildly as the cataclysmic upheaval exploded deep in her young belly. Her firm little ass cheeks glistened in the warm light, displaying the soaked curls of her pubic hair and the fragile pink flesh of her pussy as she lay struggling for breath.
One final thump boomed from the drum and then it, too, became still. In a last act of depravity, the drummer walked to the bed and swiped his long fingers over the little blonde's oozing cunt-lips, gathering some of the love juice. Leaning forward, he seized the panting girl by her hair and drew her head back to wipe the sticky liquid on her open, trembling lips.
"Jesus Christ," Kay said aloud, "let's get out of here. I couldn't stand it if he gets it in his mind to fuck her!"
"I agree," Monica said, laughing. "If it goes on much longer I'll be tempted to get up on the stage with them!"
CHAPTER SIX
By the time they reached Jerry's and Kay's house, Kay was woozy from the drinks and from sexual frustration. She, like Jerry, wanted to do nothing but go to bed. But the Priestleys insisted that they should come in for a nightcap.
Inside, Kay felt her head start to ache as Jerry fixed the Priestleys a drink. The three of them, in fact, had another couple of drinks after the first one, and it soon became apparent that Monica and Harry had no intention of leaving for quite some time.
Eventually, Kay, with her hands to her aching head, made her apologies and begged to be excused. "My head is splitting," she said. "I'm afraid I'm not used to this much drinking and ... well, all the other things. I'm just going to have to go up and lie down."
Everyone stood up. Monica and Harry gave her their sympathy and she slipped from the room. As she passed Jerry, she whispered in his ear. "Get rid of them. I'll be waiting upstairs for you. I want your cock so much I can taste it already!"
Kay was gone just a few minutes when Jerry stood. "I think I'll just go and see if Kay is all right."
He made a move toward the stairs, but Monica grabbed his arm. "No, baby, that's not the way it's going to be at all."
"What?"
"Harry will go see if Kay is all right. In fact, Harry will make sure she's all right. Won't you, dear?"
"I sure will, honey," Harry said, mounting the stairs. "I'll take real good care of anything the little lady wants."
"Now, wait a minute," Jerry said, but Harry Priestley was already at the top of the stairs and turning down the corridor toward their bedroom. "What's going on?" he asked Monica, his head also aching a little from all he'd had to drink.
"You mean you haven't caught on yet?" Monica said, sliding her arms around his waist.
"Caught on to what?"
"Caught on to the fact that my Harry wants to fuck your Kay ... just the way you fucked me last Sunday."
"What?"
"Harry loved the way you fucked me, by the way."
"You mean...."
"That's right, Jerry. Harry wasn't out of town. He was right in the next room watching us fuck through a peephole."
"Oh, my God," Jerry gasped, swaying and almost falling. "And now...?"
"Now he wants a little of Kay."
"No way!" Jerry said, and tried to lurch toward the stairs.
"You'd better think about it for a minute before you go up there."
"I don't have to think about anything," Jerry said, and tried to disengage his arm from hers.
"Think about it!" Monica cautioned. "Kay's so woozy she won't know who's fucking her. She'll think it's you. Isn't it better to leave her in the dark about it, about everything? That way she's no wiser about you and me, and we all can have our fun. Right?"
Jerry hated himself, but down deep he knew she was right.
Lying on the bed, Kay heard the footsteps coming up the stairs and along the hall toward their bedroom door. She knew the step was too heavy for Jerry. It was probably Harry looking for the bathroom.
"Dammit," she whispered aloud. "Will they never leave? I want to get fucked!"
She froze as the door opened and she saw Harry's blurred image flash briefly, then the door closed behind him.
Her head was aching, pounding. She was having a hard time thinking, and the dim room was swimming around and around in front of her eyes.
Suddenly she felt herself being lifted slightly from the bed. He was taking her in his arms. His mouth was on hers and his tongue was probing her mouth. The room swam faster.
What was happening?
Harry was kissing her, rolling his tongue back and forth in her mouth, with her husband and his wife right downstairs! And she felt strangely in need of his violent kiss. She had never been so brutally kissed. .
She was trembling wildly, both from fear and excitement. This was crazy. Why wasn't she screaming? Why wasn't she trying to push this man away from her?
When he drew his lips from her mouth to let them both breathe, he tightened his arms around her.
"Harry?"
"Yes."
"What are you doing? Let me go!"
"I'm going to fuck you, Kay."
"No ... no, you mustn't! This is crazy!"
"No, it isn't. You want cock. I can tell."
"I want my husband!" she cried, and then tried a different tack. "He'll come in, Harry. He'll find us!"
"I just went up to the bathroom. He'll never suspect. Besides, Monica and he are in a heated discussion. They'll never even know I was gone."
He was opening the front of her dress. She tried to stop him, but the warmth of his hands on the bulging flesh of her breasts made her gasp with desire.
"Harry...."
"You'll like my cock, Kay," he whispered. "You'll see."
"No ... noooo...."
But his hand was moving and she felt powerless to stop him. It slid into the open neckline of her dress. His large palm cupped her heavy, quivering breasts and gently massaged them through the thin material of her bra.
"Oh, God...."
"Beautiful breasts," he groaned. "Heavy and succulent. Just made to be touched and fondled while a cock works in and out of our pussy."
"Ha ... Ha ... Harry!" Her voice was choked with desire and they both knew it.
Kay felt the fire of need and desire being fanned in the furnace of her pussy. Harry removed his hand from her tit and began to pull her dress down off her shoulders.
In the living room, directly beneath the bedroom, Monica had maneuvered Jerry over to the sofa. She pushed him down and carefully pulled his rising cock free from his pants. As she ran both hands up and down its hardening length, they could hear the sounds coming from the bedroom above.
They heard the bed creak as Kay was pushed down into it. They heard the sounds of heavy feet moving on the floor and then the bed creaking again.
Jerry bit his lip. He could almost visualize what was going on. Harry Priestley was stripping his wife's body. Then he took his own clothes off. Then he would crawl between her thighs and stick his cock up her pussy.
Would Kay be drunk enough? Would she realize who was fucking her? Did Harry have a bigger cock than he? Kay would know then that it wasn't her own husband pouring cockmeat into her pussy.
"She'll know."
"What?" Monica said.
"She'll know it isn't me."
"Nonsense. Relax. It's exciting! I'll blow you while we listen to them fuck!"
She dropped her mouth over the head of his cock and began sucking it with that expert way she had with her lips and tongue.
Goddamnit, he thought, it was exciting!
He was ashamed at the bizarre thrill he was getting from having his prick so expertly sucked while he listened to the sounds of his wife's body being ravaged, right above his head, by his boss's cock.
Kay lay pinned to the bed by Harry's knees. She looked up into his drooling, leering face. "They'll hear us ... "
"They won't," he gasped. "They'll be too occupied."
Kay absently wondered what he meant by that, but she didn't have much time to dwell on it. Harry had her dress and her pantyhose off. Now he was bending his head and planting wet kisses on her throat and the tops of her tits where they swelled invitingly above her bra cups.
He knew the kisses were thrilling her. He could see the line of moisture seeping through the crotchband of her panties. Her cunt must be flowing like a river. Her tits seemed to be swelling toward his lips, as if to say, "Make me nude, suck me, caress me!"
"Please, Harry!" she gasped, making one last try to stop him before she was completely nude and could resist no longer. "They'll wonder where you are! My husband will come looking for you. Please, Harry, please leave me alone!"
"You want cock, don't you? Admit it!"
"Yes, but ... not here, not now. Please!"
"It will be our little secret, honey. No one but us will ever know. Don't worry. Lift!"
Kay instinctively lifted her ass-cheeks from the bed so he could draw her panties down off her hips and thighs. Now her dark pussy was drippingly bare and she knew there was no way she could stop him.
"Oh, my God!" she cried, and watched him throw her panties to the floor. Then his eager hands were at her back, unfastening her bra. Her mountainous tits leaped free and quivered.
"Beautiful tits," Harry croaked. "Luscious."
Kay gave up and lay writhing as he gloated over her beautiful, nude body. He stood up and dropped his pants to his ankles. Then came his shorts, and his thick, fully erect cock, with its throbbing purple head, flopped into view.
He moved back over her body, completely covering it with his own. He dipped his head and sucked greedily at the aroused nipples at the ends of her gigantic tits. His tongue was like a flaming sword as it dipped and licked around and around her swollen areolas.
He was driving the young wife wild. Her legs flew apart and came up to surround his waist. She felt the rigid hardness of his prick slap her inner thighs and it was all she could do to keep from screaming out loud. "Fuck me! Stick your prick in me before I go mad! Ohhh, nice, yessss! Suck!
Suck my tits harder. Suck my whole tit into your mouth!"
Kay thought she had whispered it, but the words rang loud and clear through the house.
"He's sucking her tits," Monica said, "just like I'm sucking your cock."
They heard Kay gasp even louder. Monica was inflamed herself from the sound. She pushed Jerry back to a prone position on the couch and crawled up between his legs.
"It will really get good when he gets his cock in her," she said, and dropped her mouth again and again over Jerry's throbbing cock. Just the idea of sucking Jerry off while listening to her husband fuck his wife was enough to make Monica come without even having a fist or a cock up her cunt.
Very clearly the words echoed throughout the house now. Jerry heard Kay telling her lover just what she wanted.
"Yes ... oh, darling, YESSS! Harder, all of it ... faster! Oh shit! That's what I want ... I want it all so badly! You're there ... YESSS, ALL OF IT!"
The creaking of the bed took on a regular, heavy tempo. The sound told Jerry that what he feared was indeed taking place. Harry Priestley had his prick up his wife's cunt, and he was fucking the hell out of her.
"Reach around and play with my balls a little," Harry said, as he ground his pelvic bone against hers. "God, you're good. I've got my whole dick buried in you!"
"More ... give me more!"
Kay had long ago stopped struggling. But she hadn't stopped cursing herself. God, she thought, would she ever be able to resist the powerful needs and desires of her pussy?
Suddenly, Harry pulled his pleasure-giving cock out of her pussy and slithered down her body until his face was buried between her thighs. "Mmmm," he murmured, rubbing his nose, his chin, and his lips up and down her syrupy cuntlips.
"No ... noooo, Harry," she whispered. "I want your cock. I don't want you to eat me ... I want you to fuck me!"
He was on her again in a second. Like a wild beast, he clawed at her hips, pulling her pussy back within range of his cock. "Yes ... fuck!" he growled, lunging. "Take it!"
With a wild thrust, he was up between her thighs and his stiff prick was once again penetrating her soft pussy.
This time he was rougher with her, and Kay gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Harry was bigger in body than Jerry, but just as well hung. She could feel that his prick was stronger, not quite as long, but much thicker than her husband's. And he shoved it into her with much more force.
She began to feel sick, and even dizzy, as he ground his cockmeat up her cunt. She was writhing and thrusting her hips in wanton abandon as this near-stranger possessed her body. Her cunt had craved and desired fulfillment, and now she was getting it-in spades. Her body was being drawn toward a blinding orgasm by the ruthless fucking she was getting from Harry Priestley.
"Do you like it?" Harry rasped. "Is my cock bringing you off?"
Kay gasped; she couldn't say anything as the heat of her climax spread from her cunt, through her bouncing tits, and inundated her brain.
She closed her eyes. "Uhhhggg, ohhhh ... I'm ... I'mmmm...." Soft, strange sounds came from her throat. Her fingernails clawed into his bouncing ass cheeks as her body took up the urgent, pounding tempo of his lust.
Kay knew it was wrong and wicked to get such pleasure from this man's cock with her husband right below her, but she couldn't help it. Her neglected pussy was a traitor now that it was getting all the male meat it had so badly needed and desired for so long.
Ecstasy flooded her body as she felt the waves of orgasm flow outward from her clitoris. Her body was on fire. Her pussy, her tits, her whole being burned with gratification. She was responding to Harry's cock the way she had responded to Jerry's.
"I'm coming, Harry! I'm going to come! Don't stop ... shoot in me! Come with me!" she whispered frantically in his ear.
Her hips twisted and turned. Her cunt writhed and jerked up and down. Her thighs opened and closed in convulsive, spasmodic spasms of wild climactic pleasure.
Then it happened. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. She became completely engulfed in the passion of her come. An excruciating orgasm ripped through her quivering body from head to toe.
She kept her eyes closed. She didn't want to see Harry's face as she came.
He was breathing heavily above her, then rutting and grunting like a pig. Her cunt was being held brutally hard against his grinding pelvis. His hot face was pressed against the side of her neck and she knew he, too, would soon come.
And then she felt it. Amid the wonderful sensations in her cunt and belly, she felt a hot, gushing stickiness.
Harry was pouring his load into her pussy, deep into the innermost reaches of her cunt.
Finally, the pleasure of the orgasm wore off and she pushed the panting man off her. He lay on the broad bed beside her, his face covered in sweat, his breath still labored. It was incredible that this man, a near stranger and so much older than she, could have been responsible for the ecstasy in her pussy.
She was relieved when he, at last, got to his feet and adjusted his clothing. He leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. "Till the next time, honey," he said, and then he was gone.
Kay buried her head in the pillow and cried. Where, and when, and how was all this going to end. It had to end; it just had to.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jerry had lost all inhibitions in the excitement of the moment. He lay back on the couch groaning and pumping his cock up into Monica's head as he listened to the wild fucking Harry was giving his wife.
The house rocked now with the fucking an sucking of both couples. Jerry heard a startle scream, a long, low moan. Then there was a small moan of acute, long endured pleasure, followed b stony silence.
Then there was only the sound of Monica' slurping mouth on his cock. He was about to come She sensed it and she lifted her face from his dick
"What's the matter!" he hissed. "Christ, don' stop now! I almost came!"
"I know it," Monica said, sliding from the couch and arranging her clothing. When her dress was she wanted it, she leaned over Jerry and carefully replaced his aching, throbbing cock in his pants.
"I don't get it. Your husband pours a load of cum in my wife, but you leave me hanging like this?"
"You'll understand," she said, slowly sliding his zipper back over the bulge of his prick. "Don't think I didn't want to taste and swallow your spunk, but you should end the evening with your wife. Just like Harry will end his with me."
"You mean...."
"That's right. After fucking Kay, Harry will be hornier than ever. He probably will take me home tonight and fuck the life out of me. I can hardly wait!"
It was all too much for Jerry to understand. But he didn't get much of a chance to ask her more. Harry was tramping down the stairs.
"As soon as we're gone, Jerry," Monica said, "you go upstairs and throw a good fuck into that beautiful wile of yours. You'll see ... she'll want you more than ever tonight. And don't let her know that you know she's been unfaithful to you. Remember, we couldn't hear them. And, besides, she thinks it was you that fucked her already!"
Harry didn't even pause in the living room. "C'mon, honey," he said over his shoulder on the way to the front door. "Good night, Jerry. I'll bring your car around in the morning!"
Then, still sitting on the couch, Jerry heard them drive away. He shook his head, trying to clear the fog from in front of his eyes. It happened, he told himself. It really happened. And it was all done so slickly that he could barely remember the details.
He hurried up to the bedroom. Kay lay, breathing heavily, stark naked, with her legs spread wide on the bed. Anger, frustration, and lust all mixed within him as he stared down at her beautiful, nude body.
He stripped and, with his hard-on bobbing wildly, he slid into the bed beside her. Her warm hand came between their bodies and found his stiff cock.
He thought: would she know the wetness on his prick was saliva from Monica's mouth?
She thought: would he know the musky wetness in my pussy was the result of another man's come?
"I'm glad they've gone at last," Kay said. "I want you to shove your prick into me so badly tonight, my darling."
Oh God, Jerry thought, she did know that it wasn't me fucking her. But she isn't letting on that anyone has fucked her. Why? Did she like it? He knew he wasn't giving her enough, but....
He had no more time to contemplate further. Kay was wildly stroking his cock and he could think of only one thing-plowing his meat into her cunt, fucking her, screwing her longer, harder, and faster than he had ever fucked her before.
At least there was some satisfaction. Old Harry hadn't done too well by her. Jerry had never seen Kay so hot for his cock before. Far from satisfying her, the fucking that Harry had given her seemed to make her even more horny and loving.
"Come, baby ... hurry," Kay begged. "Cock me ... give me a fuck! A good fuck!"
Jerry slid between her clasping thighs. She guided the head of his prick to her pulpy lips and, like a mighty cannon shooting off like a shell in her belly, he drove his rigid cock hard and full into the mess created by Harry's sperm.
Kay screamed with joy and lurched her cunt into the air to take his cock. His prick felt marvelous as it shot up her steaming slit. He pumped his meat into her with a wild ferociousness. Never had Kay known Jerry to use his cock with so much strength and daring. Never had he screwed her with such pleasure-giving fierceness.
And Kay's response to his rough fucking was having its effect on Jerry as well. Monica had been right. She was hotter than ever for him. And finding his wife's cunt wet and sticky with the cum from another man was adding a new kind of lust and desire to his fucking. He wanted to fuck, and fuck, and fuck her forever, and he told her so.
"Yes, yes, my darling! Do everything and anything you want to!"
As he fucked her pussy, his fingers on her ass-cheeks came into contact with the puckered hole of her anus.
Ecstasy gripped him. Often he had thought of fucking Kay in the ass, but he had never tried. He had always assumed it would hurt her. Now he didn't care. All he could think of was having his lust fulfilled in any hole that would give him pleasure.
And her asshole would give him, this night, the ultimate in perverse pleasure.
Jerry could well imagine how deliciously tight a woman's rectum would be, tighter than a virgin's cunt. He'd always wanted to try it, but no woman would let him. His early girl friends were shocked when he even touched them there, and although Kay had liked him to rim her with his tongue and fingers, she always stopped short of letting him put his cock in her ass. It would hurt too much, she said. It was a dirty idea.
Somehow, Jerry sensed that it wouldn't hurt now. She had such strong and wild desires that he was certain she wanted to make love in every way imaginable.
Quivering with excitement, he pulled his swollen cockhead from her cunt. It oozed his eager juices from the head.
"What do you want, darling?" Kay moaned. "Why did you take it out?"
"I want to fuck you from behind. Roll over!"
Kay rolled over onto her belly and quickly spread her legs. She. felt his hand begin to caress between her ass-cheeks. "Ohhhh, honey, honey, hurry! Put your cock back in me!"
Jerry reached beneath her with one hand and caressed one swaying, pendulous tit. With his other hand he played insistently with her plump, throbbing clit. It wasn't long before Kay was whimpering in unrestrained enjoyment and her reawakened cunt was leaking fluids of hot sticky cream into his hand.
"Oh shit, that feels good," Kay moaned. Already, Jerry's skillful massaging of her cunt and tits was driving her wild. She had to have his cock back inside her.
"Ohhhh, honey, fuck me again. Please! You don't know how much I want and need your cock! Put it in me ... shove me to heaven with your meat!"
"I will, baby ... I will," Jerry groaned.
With his fingers, Jerry scooped up some of her cunt-juice which was flowing in a steady thick river from her gash, and used it to lubricate his swollen cock. He eyed the tiny brown mouth of her asshole, barely able to contain himself. He placed the slippery head of his prick on her plump cunt-lips and began to rub back and forth, stimulating her to maximum readiness.
"Oh, honey, don't tease me," she murmured. "Just put it in me! Do it for me! For God's sake, hurry!"
Jerry stifled a chuckle. He'd hurry, all right.
He'd get it up her ass before she knew what was happening, and then it would be too late to stop.
He began to pant and moan as he jabbed his engorged cockhead in her mushy cunt, pretending to be blindly carried away. Kay moaned, too, and raised her ass higher, making it easier for him to find her cunt.
Instead, he eased his swollen cockhead between her plump ass-cheeks until he felt her rear hole. Then he lunged forward with all his might.
"OHHHHSHITTTTT!" Kay shrieked. "Jerry ... JERRY! THAT'S MY ASSHOLE!"
For a moment she wasn't sure what had happened. He was in her, just as she'd craved, but somehow it wasn't right. The fit was much tighter than it should be. She felt thoroughly stuffed, almost in danger of tearing. Gasping for breath, dizzily trying to understand, she finally realized what was different about this fuck. Waves of shock rolled over her.
"Honey," she said weakly, "you ... you're in the wrong place. You found the wrong hole!"
Jerry, snorting and gasping, pretended still to be too carried away to understand. "Shhh," he said. "Don't talk. So good ... so fuckin' good. Goddamn, it feels like you're a virgin all over again, baby!"
And it was good, the best. He panted and started lunging in and out of her in mighty, bone-jarring lunges of his rigid cockpole. It was the keenest pleasure he'd ever felt. He'd known her asshole would be really tight, but not this tight, and he hadn't been prepared for its slickness and intense heat. He moaned ecstatically as he slowly worked his giant cock deeper and deeper into her ripped rectum. While she quivered all around him, he sweated and labored until he had penetrated her ass all the way to his balls.
Kay couldn't understand it, and yet it was for sure that Jerry was fucking her in the ass. She couldn't understand how he'd make a mistake like that, but the most shocking part of it was that it felt wonderful. She loved the full stuffing it gave her. She was surprised to find that her rear hole had the same sensations as her cunt. In fact, the pleasure was even more intense than when he'd probed her cunt.
"Is it good? Is it okay, baby? My big cock up your asshole?"
She knew she ought to protest this unnatural act, but she couldn't, she just couldn't. It felt too damned good.
"Yes ... OHHHH YESSS! Fuck, yes!" she cried. "I love it. Fuck me, Jerry! Fuck my ass!"
He fucked her ass slowly, in delicious, deep lunges, while Kay sighed and moaned in pleasurable gasps. She was loving every inch of his cock up her ass.
"Is that it, darling?" she asked. "Is that all your dick up my ass?"
"No, baby," Jerry hissed between clenched teeth. "This is all of it!"
"OHHHH GOOODDDD!" Kay cried out as his enormous prick cruised into her, spreading her wider and going deeper than before. She felt the ring of her asshole stretch tightly and the walls were pushed aside under the entrance of her husband's big tool. There was a sharp pain and then she felt his balls resting against her cunt. It was all the way in, filling her and thrilling her, as the pain slowly subsided and was replaced with exquisite pleasure.
His cock surged to its fullest extent, throbbing and swelling inside her. He felt the slippery flesh of her inner ass squeeze tightly around his rigid prick and he began to push slowly, back and forth, the friction causing the foreskin to move forward and backward over the head.
Kay's cunt oozed a steady, steamy flow of juice that soaked her inner thighs and the palm of his hands as he worked on her clit.
"Oh, God," she moaned, "it's wonderful! Fantastic! Why haven't we ever done this before?"
But Jerry didn't know. All he knew was that he was doing it now and they were both loving it. He started lunging harder, losing himself in the sensual tightness of her asshole.
He started to hunch faster, and his balls swung and smacked against her cunt, becoming soaked with the nectar of their fuck. He kissed her back, letting his hand brush over the aroused nipples of her tits swaying below her.
"Ohhhh, aahhhh, mmmmm," Kay moaned in her blissful ecstasy. "It's good, so good, so good! I love it! Fuck me good ... oh, that's it, darling ... ohhhh, so deep ... so hot ... so slick ... OHHH!"
Prick and ass made a loud sucking sound as they worked together in blissful harmony. Kay got hotter and hotter under the repeated thrusts of his torrid, driving cock. Her asshole squeezed around the hot meat, caressing it with a rhythmic motion.
They fucked passionately, their bodies bucking into each other wildly. Jerry's hands played all over her gyrating form, caressing her back, her tits, her belly, her hot clit. Her tight, juicy asshole felt so good to him he knew he would come soon. The friction of the slick walls, squeezing and skinning his foreskin back and forth over the head of his prick, sent shivers of bliss through him. He picked up speed and Kay responded.
He thrust his throbbing tool deep within the smoldering confines of her aching hole. Steaming sauce poured from between her lips like lava, saturating both of them.
"Ohhhh, it's good ... so good," she moaned. "I'm gonna come, honey ... come!"
Jerry slammed his giant prick harder and felt his nuts tingle and his cock swell and tense. Kay felt it jerk deep inside her bowels, and it triggered her orgasm.
"Oh, I'm there ... I'm there!" she shrieked, arching her body back into him.
"Me, too, baby!" he shouted, his prick throbbing and pulsating, shooting off deep in her ass.
She felt the hot, thick cream spurt into her sensitive hole, and she screamed with approval. There seemed to be no end to the jets of cum. He kept pumping it into her in torrid jets and it gushed into her innermost parts like liquid fire.
"Oh, my God!" Jerry whimpered like a child "Oh, Jesus! A A R RGGHHHH!"
Finally his motions subsided and then stopped completely. He pulled his dripping cock out with a slurp and rolled off her and sprawled out on the bed.
Kay was blissfully asleep almost at once. Jerry lay, scanning the ceiling in the dim light, as if somewhere above him he could find the answer to what had so changed their lives in the past week.
CHAPTER EIGHT
In the days that followed, Jerry found himself busier than ever. He left for either the project site or the office early in the morning and didn't get home until late in the evenings.
After the week of constant sex, Kay found herself again completely alone. She thought of calling Phil and Sue, but decided against that. Then Jerry had to make another trip out of town. He would be gone for a week. .
Harry, of course, had planned the whole thing. When he was sure that Kay would be climbing the walls, he left the office early one afternoon and dropped by. He had the feeling that she would welcome him with open arms.
He was right. She fixed him a drink and then perched herself on the arm of his chair while they talked. It was during the second drink, as the conversation lulled, that Harry looked up deeply into her eyes and spoke.
"Missing your husband?" he said, with a sly smile.
She nodded. His hand was on her nylon-encased knee, squeezing, rubbing, tantalizing her. "Harry...." she gasped.
"It's all right. Want me to be your husband again?"
He took one of her hands and pulled it down to his lap so that she could feel the bulge of his rapidly-rising cock. Kay couldn't help herself. She was horny; her pussy was hungry for male meat. She had almost fucked Carlo that morning when he came by to do the pool, but she had managed, out of fear, to hold off. He was a boy, and she was afraid that he might tell the other boys in the neighborhood.
But now, with Harry, it was impossible to hold back. She squeezed his cock and thrilled as she felt it fill with blood.
"Remember how much you liked my dick the other night?"
"I ... I remember," she choked, and let herself go.
She undid his fly and reached into his pants to find his stiff, erect cock. She drew it out slowly. Gazing down at the bloated head, she thought to herself: so this is the cock that thrilled me and fucked me so good the other night.
Just looking at his cock thrilled her all over again. She found herself pulling the foreskin back from the swollen head. For some strange reason, she found herself more at ease examining Harry's prick than she did her own husband's. :
She had an insane desire to kiss, even suck, Harry's prick.
He sensed the lust in her body and stood up. "C'mon, baby, let's go up to the bedroom. I want to fuck you in comfort!"
Kay was like a little girl as she giggled and tripped her way up the stairs. All of her frustrations had disappeared in a matter of seconds when she realized that she would soon have a hard cock in her mouth or her cunt.
Once in the bedroom, Kay was eager and willing to have Harry undress her. When her tits leaped free of her bra, she sighed and gasped as his lips encased her nipples and brought them to lusty hardness.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes ... yesss, more," she growled huskily, and placed her hands on the back of his head.
Harry was using his teeth on her nipples, driving her wild. Jerry had done this once in a while, but never with the passion and intensity that Harry had. She liked it. He was actually hurting her. She winced with the pain but kept his biting, sucking mouth glued to her tits.
As the pain increased to a point where she thought it would become unbearable, she found that she was uncontrollably weaving her hips in circles, then pushing them outward and back as if she were trying to get her pussy over the cock of an invisible lover.
Harry put his palm flat on the gyrating mound of her cunt. "You really want it bad, don't you, honey?"
"Yes, please, please," Kay moaned, "touch it. Touch and play with my pussy!"
His hand came up under her skirt, found her bare belly and then slid downward again. Under the waistband of her panties he went until his fingertips touched her pubic hair.
"Mmmmm, yesss," she cooed, "lqwer ... lower, get right into it!"
"Open your legs," he whispered.
In feverish haste, she moved her legs apart and trembled as his hand moved on down between her thighs.
"Like that? Tell me...."
"Yes, yes, I love it!"
"Tell me how much you like it!"
"Please, Harry," she whispered in a low, coaxing voice. "Harry ... touch my pussy. Put your hand on my cunt, lover." She saw how her words affected him and was eager to continue, to make him do more. Getting her face to his ear, she murmured, "Darling, put your lingers right up my hairy cunt ... all the way up inside me!"
He was fucking her with both hands, one holding her cuntlips apart to get the fingers of his other hand well into the moist channel. She was breathing hard as he masturbated her pussy wildly.
When she felt she had to have his cock in her or die, she pulled him back with her to the bed. He quickly slid her panties down and off. She lay on her back, her legs wide open, waiting for the second time in her life to have this man make violent love to her. She watched his undressing with glazed eyes. Now he was making her open her legs even wider. Gripping her ankles, he pulled the shapely limbs so wide apart that her calves hung over the sides of the bed!
"Yes, yes, Harry ... spread me out and take me!"
Harry fell between her legs and jabbed at her crotch until his prickhead severed her musky, lower lips. "Take it ... take my cock, Kay, honey!"
She gasped as the hot, fierce prick gouged into her steamy hole. She felt as though she had to close her legs, had to get them around his body. She wanted her pussy to encase his cock even harder. She spread her knees and pulled them high. Then she whipped them around his body until her heels were hard against the cheeks of his ass. With her heels, her thighs, and her calves she pulled his throbbing dick clear into her pussy.
"Harry, HARRY ... fuck me, fuck me with all the strength you've got. Ohhh, fuck me hard, fuck me good!"
He smiled down at her and, grabbing her knees, he forced her to slacken the pressure on his body. He pulled himself from between her thighs. For one horrible moment she thought he was going to leave her, just hanging, in agony.
"Turn over," he commanded.
As if in a trance, Kay heaved herself around until she was lying on her belly, the twin cheeks of her white ass gleaming up at his leering face. He gripped her by the ass-cheeks and pulled her up until she was on her elbows and knees.
Gently he placed the head of his big cock against her pussy and lunged. She squealed with delight as his prick severed her channel even farther than before. Her buttocks formed a perfect cushion for his groin as he thrust, balls deep, into her cunt.
His hands were beneath her, tugging on her nipples. He pulled the swaying mounds downward by the nipples until they formed two elongated cones.
Kay screamed in agonized pleasure. Added to the deep pleasure of the cock up her cunt was the intense pain of having her nipples tortured by his squeezing fingers.
"Oh, God, don't stop! I'm coming, Harry ... damn, I'm coming so good!"
It was even wilder than the first time he had fucked her. Kay felt as though it was the most intense come of her life. Back and forth, side to side, went her hips, her thighs, and her creaming pussy.
Harry was elated that he was giving her so much pleasure. He could feel the sticky warmth of her juice as it overflowed around his meat and dripped down her thighs. It soaked his own thigh, and his balls as well, driving him on to lunge harder and bring her clear over the brink of orgasm.
This was how Harry liked to take his women. He loved to drive them wild with greedy lust. Kay continued to thrust her buttcheeks back and forth along his pistoning cock. They squashed into his belly as her cunt greedily sucked every last inch of his straining cock.
When her come was completed, Kay flopped forward, spent. Her body was covered with sweat and her inner thighs glistened with her cunt juices.
"Now me, Kay," Harry said, sitting on his haunches beside her. "Make me come."
When the young wife recovered enough strength, she reached across and held his stiff cock in her loving fingers. She began slowly masturbating him, using her other hand to fondle and rub his heavy balls.
"Suck it, baby. Blow my cock!"
Without a second's hesitation, Kay dropped her head to his lap. Her ovaled lips engulfed his dripping cockhead and then her head traveled downward until the full length of his big dick was in her throat.
The heat and tenderness of her sweet mouth soon had him approaching his orgasm. He gasped and groaned in a wild wave of mad ecstasy as wad after wad of hot sperm, pure white, thick juice, poured down her throat.
Inflamed with lust herself, Kay wanted to give him all the pleasure she could. She wanted to suck him dry, to swallow his sperm. Her only regret was that the more avidly she sucked him, the longer it would be before she could make him stiff again and ready to fuck her once more. He drew her up from his cock and cradled her in his arms. They were both breathing heavily, but were supremely happy.
"Nice?" he asked.
She nodded. "Very nice. But I want more."
"Now?" he asked, a little taken aback by her wantonness.
"Yes," Kay smiled, stroking his cock. "How long will it take to get this hard again?"
"Too long, I'm afraid," he smiled, "to do any good for this afternoon."
Kay flopped back on the bed and spread her legs wide. "Then eat me! Suck my cunt, Harry. I've got to come again!"
"You're insatiable!"
"Suck me, goddamit! You got me hot, now satisfy me!"
"All right, you little bitch."
He dived his head between her legs and clamped his mouth on her open gash.
"Oh, my God," she gasped, "not so hard ... please, go easy ... easy!"
But he paid no attention. He was sucking with all the power in his mouth-and lips, and the slurping noise he was making filled the room. She grabbed his hair in both hands and tried to push his head away, but he was too strong for her. She writhed and wriggled, but his insistent mouth refused to be dislodged. He shoved his whole face against her, buried his nose in the wet pink flesh, and snorted like a rooting pig.
"Aaarrggghh, ohhh nooo, you mustn't! Please, Harry, take it easy!"
But her protests soon melted away. After the first onslaught, Harry settled down to smoothly sucking and licking her hot cunt. Thrill after thrill traveled through her cuntal walls and up her quivering spine. Her breasts began to tingle and sting as her whole body responded to the wild tongue in her pussy. She writhed in abandon as she felt its hard length probe far up her hole and the top of her excited clit. She squirmed and then began to moan, long and low, in her throat.
Then the moans became screams of ecstasy. "Eeeeooowww, yessss, Harry! I'm coming! Push your tongue in harder ... I'm coming ... I'M COMINGGGGG!"
She flung herself around the bed so violently in the throes of orgasm that Harry had a hard time keeping his tongue in her cunt. Finally she dislodged him, but by that time she had attained total relief.
She was exhausted by the climax and lay back gasping with her eyes closed, hardly conscious of her surroundings. Harry looked down at her with a smile of satisfaction on his face, which was dripping with pussy-juice.
She heard him dressing and then he leaned over and whispered in her ear. "If you feel like playing some more this evening, come on over for dinner around eight."
Should I, Kay thought, as she heard the bedroom door close behind him.
No ... I've got to stop somewhere. Oh God, Jerry ... when will you be back?
* * *
Kay slept for an hour, then crawled wearily from the bed and pulled a housecoat over her naked body. She was halfway into the living room before she noticed him sitting on the sofa.
"Wha ... who are you?"
"My name's Raul...."
"What are you doing in my house? Get out of here!"
There was something vaguely familiar about him. Then she dropped her eyes and noticed that his fly was partially unzipped; as if he had just put his cock back in his pants.
"You were beautiful, lying naked and asleep on the bed in there. I didn't have the heart to wake you up. You are every bit as beautiful as my little brother says you are."
"Your...?" And then her hand went to her mouth. Raul ... Carlo.
"That's right." As he spoke, he reached down and unzipped his fly the rest of the way open. He inched it apart slowly and then pulled his cock into the open.
Kay gasped again. His cock was hard and stiff and HUGE! It was the biggest dick she had ever seen, and it was sticking up in the air like a thick tentpole.
"Carlo said you liked big cocks. He said you loved his, and mine's even bigger than his ... so, I thought I'd drop around and let you try it out."
Aghast, Kay dropped into a chair. She was so stunned by the young man's gall, she couldn't find the words to tell him to go to hell.
Raul stood and crossed the room to stand in front of her. He was holding his prick out, dangling the huge, glistening head directly at her face. "Like it?"
Kay bit her lip and forced her nerves to calm. She leaned back in the chair and looked up at him. "All right, so you've got a big dick. What do you want?"
"The same thing you gave my brother ... a good fuck. You like hard, young cocks? ... well, here it is, and I'm two years older than Carlo. I've had more experience."
"Get out!"
"No way," he laughed. "My mother's hell on wheels. What if I told her you were fucking my innocent little brother? She'd skin your ass."
She looked into his eyes and knew he meant it. He was so hot he wouldn't stop at anything. His breath was coming in pants, and his cock in front of her face was jerking wildly.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked quietly.
"Suck it first. Suck me off. Give me a good blow job!"
Kay started to lean forward towards him, but he backed away and held up his hand.
"Huh-uh. Not like that. Take off your robe first. I want to see you while you do it."
She stood up, unfastened her robe, then slipped it off. When she tossed it to the floor, she was standing nude. She didn't move as the boy looked her up and down, the hand holding his prick squeezing it as though he was afraid to let it go.
"Goddamn!" he was muttering. "Are you built!"
"Are you sure you don't want to fuck, Raul?" Kay asked very softly. "You're going to blow all over in a minute."
"I ... I don't know," he groaned, not moving.
"Here. Let me take care of it for you." She moved close to him, her hand reached out for his throbbing shaft. When he dropped his hand away, she closed her fingers around it, skinned the foreskin back, then massaged it tenderly.
"Aaarrgghhhh," he moaned, looking down at what she was doing to his prick.
Lifting his head, he stared at her big breasts for a moment, then he grabbed them with both hands. Suddenly, he turned her around. "I've changed my mind. I'm going to shove it up your ass! Bend over!"
"Oh, God, no ... not that!" Kay cried, terrified.
"Come on ... you can take it. Bend over!" he repeated as he thrust her headlong over the arm of the sofa.
Kay knew it would be a losing battle if the boy's mind was set on shoving his massive prick up her ass. She decided the best thing to do was to brace for it. She gritted her teeth and clutched the pillows on the couch.
Raul put his hands on her waist. Then he slid his cock up and down the dark crack until she was slippery with juice.
Reaching down, he pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and pointed the thick head of his cock at her asshole. He pressed against it slowly, letting his tool slide into her canal. It went in easier than he had figured it might. When it was buried, he put his hands back on her waist and shoved hard.
"OH, MY GOD!" Kay screamed. "YOU'RE HUGE!"
"You're taking it," he panted. "Fuck me! Fuck me back!"
"Yes ... oh shit, it does feel good," Kay whimpered. "Stick it in. Go ahead and stick it all the way in and pump me!"
Raul began hunching and pumping his shaft. Kay helped by swirling her ass around in a circle. She looked back between her legs and could see his balls swinging back and forth as he pumped his lance into her.
"Aarrgghhh! Your ass is sooo tight! Swing it ... fuck me!"
Kay undulated her hips faster, moving around on his massive dick as it plunged deep into her belly. He bent over her and took a tit in each hand, squeezing her breasts hard as he pounded her ass with his cock.
"Oh shit," he cried. "I'm gonna come ... I'm comin' already!"
"DO IT! GO AHEAD, SHOOT IT UP MY ASS! DO IT!"
She felt his warm fluid surge into her asshole. He stopped his motion to let it spurt out while he gasped over her back. Then he stood upright and pulled out his cock, his juice dripping on the floor from her hole as he extracted it.
"God, that was good," he breathed. "You know, I've always wanted to do that. None of the girls I know would ever let me do it!" He collapsed on the sofa beside Kay.
Suddenly, she rose up and stood defiantly before him. "Thought you were a big man, did you? You were too excited to do anything much. Know that? You wouldn't even have been a good fuck, blowing off like that!"
"I ... I ... Jesus, when I saw you like that, I couldn't help it!"
Bending down, Kay put a hand on each side of his head and pulled his face into her pussy. "You're going to eat me for that, little man. You're going to eat my cunt until I tell you to stop! Do you understand me?"
He nodded against her cunt, rubbing his nose up and down her moist gash. She released his head, then moved away. He stood up. His cock had begun to wilt from coming, but at the sight of her naked body before him, her cunt and huge tits in plain view, his prick started to rise again.
"Take your clothes off," she said firmly. "All of them. I want you down to bare skin when you lick my pussy!'
"Okay, okay," he muttered, unbuckling his belt.
As he was undressing, Kay stood by a chair, watching him. He was well-built and obviously strong. "Lay down on the floor," she commanded when he was naked. "On your back."
He did as he was told, then she moved over to him, kneeling on either side of his head. She squatted down until the hair around her pussy was brushing against his nose, and she stared down into his eyes.
"You'd better eat me good. If I don't like it, I'll stay here till you do!"
She relaxed even more, letting her slit drop down until the lips of her cunt were touching his mouth and chin. He looked up at the tremendous tits hanging above his eyes, then stretched his tongue out and began lapping at her bush.
"Get higher," she moaned. "Get higher! Up! Right there, yes! Lick it! Ohhh, Jesus! OHHH!"
She sat back a little, then sank down even more, pressing her cunt onto his face. His tongue was in her hole now, running around the rim, sliding in and out. Kay swirled her ass on his face, shoving it against his open mouth as he tongued her hot hole. The slurping sounds he was making made her almost as excited as his tongue. He had grabbed her . ass-cheeks with both hands, and now his fingers were sliding down her crack.
"Put a finger in my asshole!" she shouted. "All the way in! Oh, eat me! Way in my ass! God! OHHH!"
He was pumping his prick into the air as he licked her. He was hitting the floor so hard with his ass, the lamps on the tables were shaking.
"Oh, fuck yes, there ... RIGHT THERE!"
She dropped on her hands to steady herself as the orgasm shook her body. She gasped and wheezed as the tremors surged through her. His tongue was still doing wonderful things to her creaming cunt. She waited until the last of the delicious feeling had gone, then she crawled forward.
Getting to her feet, she reeled to a chair and dropped down, shuddering as a sigh escaped her lips. She looked down at the boy who was still lying on the floor, her liquid glistening all over his face.
"Was ... was that all right?" he croaked, staring at the ceiling.
"It was all right," Kay said. "I'll bet you don't feel like such a big man now, huh?"
"No," he said sheepishly, hanging his head and rising. His cock was hard again, standing straight out from his youthful groin.
Suddenly Kay felt sorry for him. The size of his prick was also getting to her pussy, even though she had just come.
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"You want to' fuck? I mean, really fuck ... my pussy?"
"Jeez ... you mean you'd let me?"
"On one condition."
"Just name it."
"You keep quiet about all this. Don't come around here again. And tell your brother the same."
"You got a deal ... I promise."
Kay lay down on the rug, her thighs wide apart. She planted her feet firmly, then held her arms out to him. He came over, dropped down to his knees, then crawled between her legs.
"Now, just do what I tell you," she said. "Get down lower."
He bent over, and she reached down to take his hard prick in her hand. With her other hand, she pulled him down on top of her as she guided his swollen shaft into her already-wet pussy.
"There we go," she smiled up at him. "Now all you have to do is cram it in. Can you do that?"
"Uh-huh." He moved his ass a bit, adjusted his knees, then lunged forward, stuffing his massive dick deep into her cunt.
"Oooohhh, God," Kay cried out. "My God! It's so long! I love it! Do it, baby ... fuck me ... FUCK MEEEE!"
She threw her legs and arms around him, pulling him close to her as she wiggled her ass. His shaft was banging against her womb so hard it hurt, but it was a delirious hurt. He gasped and grunted into her ear as he thrust his cock deep, his balls slapping against her ass.
"Oh yes, baby. Harder! Pound my pussy harder!"
"Wow," the boy panted. "I've never been able to hold it this long before!"
"Keep it up, honey. Keep it up, I'm almost there. Faster!"
"Ohhhh!"
"YESSSS!"
They clung together tightly as their orgasms shook their bodies. Their legs jerked, their backs arched, shudders shook them. Then they collapsed.
"I never felt ... like this ... before," he panted.
Kay gently rolled over on her side, and his prick slid out as he fell on his back. He was still quivering as he gasped for air.
"Satisfied?" she asked.
"Oh, God, yes!"
"Then get dressed and get out of here. And make sure you remember our deal!"
"I won't forget. I promise."
When he was gone, Kay fixed herself a drink and did some serious thinking. The two boys wouldn't be back, but she was afraid she might went them back.
She looked at the clock. Six-thirty. Harry had said eight o'clock. She would settle this once and for all.
CHAPTER NINE
Kay tripped lightly up the front walk of the Priestley's big, ranch-style home. She was lighthearted and light-headed. The plan she had conceived for the evening was bold and just a little crazy. But if it worked, all her problems would be over. Nevertheless, it had taken all the strength she could muster to leave a message for Jerry at the airport, telling him where she was, and telling him to call Phil and Sue Butler. Phil had sounded a little leery of being invited to his competitor's house for a night of swinging fun; but when Kay assured him just how swinging it would be, he agreed.
The door chimes rang merrily, and seconds later Harry opened the door.
"Come in, come in," he cheerfully greeted her. She paused in the hallway as Harry closed the door. "Is Monica home?"
Harry took her by the elbow. "Did you want her to be?"
"I'm not sure. Does she know about you...?"
He interrupted her with a knowing smile. "C'mon into the living room."
Monica awaited them with a tray of drinks. The older woman greeted Kay warmly. The young wife's surprise flickered only momentarily, then she turned a practiced, revealing smile on the woman as she accepted the drink.
"I'm so glad you decided to come over."
"Are you ... really glad, I mean?"
"I hope to show you how much," Monica replied, her smile showing a row of sparkling, even teeth. "Harry has told me so many intimate things about you."
The double meaning she attached to her words told Kay that, if sex was on the agenda, Monica planned to be part of it. Kay had suspected as much, but she hadn't been sure. Now she knew that the first hurdle in her plan was over. She hoped that the next two would be as easy.
Harry excused himself for a moment and Kay found herself inspecting Monica carefully for the first time. She discovered that the boss's wife was a handsome woman who held her age extremely well. Attractive, with long, well-formed legs, and huge, jutting breasts, the woman had a definite air of sexiness about her.
Monica seemed to read her thoughts. "You really are lovely, Kay."
"Thank you. I was just thinking the same about you."
"Are you wondering?"
"A little," Kay said, feeling her face redden a little, despite her unnatural bluntness.
'Well, Harry and I have been married a long time. Long enough to know that we need an extra dimension to our sex lives."
As she talked, Monica gracefully crossed the room and snuggled into a luxurious sofa. As she moved, Kay noticed that she wore no bra. Her large, heavy breasts jiggled delightfully, and Kay found herself tingling with excitement as she wondered how large and how dark Monica's nipples were.
Just then Harry came back into the room. "Well, what say we move into the den and get comfortable?"
"Yes," Monica agreed, jumping up and taking Kay's arm. "I just got a new portrait yesterday. I want to know what you think of it."
The walls in the den were covered with paintings, but Kay's eyes were immediately drawn to a huge, gilt-framed photo above the fireplace. It was a blow-up of a woman's face with an enormous cock in her mouth.
"Like it?" Monica asked. "That's me."
Kay looked closer and realized that it was indeed Monica Priestley. Her respect for the woman went up several notches. "I don't think the cock belongs to Harry, though."
Harry laughed. "You should know, honey."
"No," Monica said. "It's my brother. He and his wife visit us every summer."
Kay was shocked that Monica would admit to sucking her own brother's cock, but she managed to hide it. "I'd like to meet your brother!"
"Perhaps you will some day," Monica laughed, and sat down. Harry slid into the sofa beside his wife and they both stared at Kay.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, no," Monica said. "It's just that Harry has seen that beautiful body of yours in the nude and I haven't. Why don't you get comfortable, honey?"
"You mean like take my clothes off?"
Monica smiled and placed a hand on her husband's lap, directly over his bulging dick. "That's exactly what I had in mind."
Harry's hand moved to some sort of control panel and the room instantly filled with music. The strains made Kay want to dance, a heady feeling coming over her. She wondered if the drink had been loaded. Probably. But it didn't matter. She was certain she was going to enjoy herself.
Swaying to the music, her nimble fingers darting here and there as she unloosened a button, a catch, pulled at a zipper, Kay performed an easy striptease. As she did, her gaze flicked back to the couple on the couch. Heated looks of lust told her how effective she was being.
Blouse and skirt gone, in heaps on the floor, Kay flitted about the room in panties and bra. He clit had begun to tingle in anticipation and Monica's erect nipples, clearly visible now through the thin, silky fabric of her blouse, repeatedly drew Kay's attention.
Reaching behind her, Kay deftly unfastened her bra. As she let the flimsy garment fall away, her breasts bobbed and swayed in all their fleshy glory. The gasps from both Harry and Monica let Kay know that she had the couple's undivided attention.
Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her bikini panties, Kay yanked them down around her hips. It still afforded her enough room to move about, but exposed the soft tufts of her cunt hair surrounding her pubic triangle. She heard Harry suck in a quick gulp of air. His face became very red and excited. Monica's eyes glistened with open desire.
"You're beautiful, darling," the older woman whispered, her voice strained and stilted with lust.
Harry nodded his head in agreement. Kay's body nude, with his wife right beside him, was twice as erotic as the two previous times he had seen it. He reached over and slid his hand under Monica's skirt. Immediately, his wife's legs parted and Kay could see action under the skirt. Monica, she assumed, wore no panties because Harry was obviously finger-fucking her. The dewy expression that entered the woman's eyes confirmed this as her legs gaped even farther apart.
The sight made Kay's clit yearn for some equal attention. Moving closer to the couple, her panties still around her hips, Kay wriggled around the coffee table. When she was close enough, Monica reached out and let the tips of her fingers caress, almost tickle, the soft flesh of Kay's stomach. Chills went through the young wife and she paused.
Harry stroked her thighs and soon she was pulled between them. Seeking out her mouth, Harry kissed her hotly. Monica's long-nailed fingers began forcing their way between Kay's thighs. She opened them willingly. Going immediately to her throbbing clit, Monica soon had the young brunette stabbing her tongue deep into Harry's mouth. Finding her jutting breasts, Harry rolled the supple nipples back and forth between his thumb and forefinger, sending Kay to giddy heights.
Suddenly Monica gave Kay's clitoris a last, hard pinch and stood up. While she watched Harry and Kay fondle each other on the sofa, the older woman removed her own clothes.
Harry, dividing his attention between his wife's teasing movements and the soft flesh beside him, was soon breathing raggedly. Following his lead, Kay reached over and thrust her hand inside the lounging robe he wore. She found his dick, hard and ready, and was surprised to find it larger than she remembered.
At the touch of her hand, Harry forgot about the moving figure in front of him. Instead, with deft, swift movements, he finished taking off Kay's panties, then forced his hand between her clit, and, at the same time, felt him thrust two fingers deep inside her moist cunt. His thumb caressed and worried her clit and, as the beat of the music increased, Kay found herself exploding.
This time, however, it was different from the others. Much more intense and demanding, and Kay couldn't help crying out loudly. She was sure now that there had been something in the drink, although she found the feeling highly desirable.
Bucking her hips up to meet Harry's probing fingers, she threw her arms around him and held on tightly. Harry increased his efforts, with his wife calling soft whispers of encouragement.
"Give it to her, Harry," Kay vaguely heard the woman whispering. "Jam it in her deep."
Pumping frantically into her now, Harry obeyed eagerly. Pulling his mouth away from hers, he dipped his head and sucked one of her huge nipples quickly into his mouth. His teeth, at once threatening and pleasing, toyed around the erect buds, while his jaws sucked as much of the huge tit into his mouth as he could get.
"Augghhhhh!" Kay cried out, the twin sensations at her breast and clit setting off a series of explosions. "Ohhhh! Please, not so hard! Ummmmmmm!"
"Don't suck 'em too hard, Harry!" his wife cried. "Don't hurt her titties. I want to suck them, too!"
Monica's matter-of-fact statement thrilled Kay even more, but Harry paid no attention to his wife, sucking all that much harder and jamming his fingers into her pussy as hard and deep as their position would allow.
Monica, seeing an opportunity, dropped to the other side of Kay. Kay hadn't realized that the woman had completely stripped off her clothing, too. The warmth of her soft, tender body pressing against her own excited Kay. The stimulating aphrodisiac she had been given set off a new chain of deep rumbles cascading through her.
With her back arching, Kay groaned loudly as Monica popped her other breast into her warm mouth, showing her husband how it should be done. But Harry was too busy, and Kay was jerking and pulling at his dick with a frenzy.
Indeed, Monica did know how to suck titties. Sucking a large amount of Kay's breast into her mouth, she was careful not to bruise it. She flicked the stiff point of her tongue back and forth across the taut nipple. Each waving pass heightened the girl's excitement even more, and the steady in-and-out pumping of Harry's hand, coupled with the circular motion of his thumb on her clit, set Kay off onto a whole new round of blasting shudders.
"Ohhh! Ahhh!" she shouted loudly, bucking and thrashing around wildly. "OHHHH! I CAN'T STAND IT!"
Reaching down, Monica spread the lips of Kay's wet pussy even more, allowing her husband freer access. Harry released his fingers from the creaming cunt, and Monica's fingers immediately filled the void.
"Oh, God," Kay cried desperately. "Let's do something! Let's suck or fuck or something! I can't stand this very much longer!"
But Harry continued to suck and fondle her tits while Monica attacked her pussy with fingers of both hands.
Kay decided to get into the act. She groped between Monica's parted thighs. Finding her pussy, already wet and lubricated, Kay jammed two of her Fingers deeply inside. She was shocked at how large the woman's cunt was. Her fingers readily sank in to the knuckles and Kay sought out her clit.
This was an even bigger surprise. The thick, fleshy vulva surrounding Monica's clit was pushed aside and Kay felt Monica jerk very hard when her thumb first made contact. In ecstatic agony herself, Kay then deliberately set about teasing and taunting the clit as hard as she could. In seconds, Monica's body writhed through a shuddering climax.
"Good, good," the woman cried. "God, Kay, your finger made me come so fast!" As she came, Monica's fingers dug all the harder into Kay's cunt. The fingers and sharp nails at her pussy caused her to jerk and yank all the harder on Harry's cock.
Kay could feel the hard shaft in her hand growing steadily, and she knew he was on the verge of shooting his load.
"Jesus Christ!" Harry shouted.
Kay felt his thick, hot juice spurt from his prick. The first wad arched high and landed on her naked thigh. Kay looked down and the huge cockhead spurted another thick glob. She saw some of it running down over her clenched fingers like hot lava, while the main body spurted at an angle into the air. On her leg, the wad of cum. trickled downward, warming her skin with its hot stickiness.
"Ohhhh," Harry groaned, taking his mouth away from Kay's breast. "I ... I can't stop it! Monica, let Kay suck ... suck me off!"
Reluctantly, Monica surrendered Kay's clit. Kay, grateful for the momentary relief from the muscle-ripping climaxes, quickly turned and bent her head to the still-spurting cock in her hand. She attempted to lick the rolling cum from the head of Harry's dick. But at the touch of the stiff tip to his supersensitive cockhead, Harry jumped and lurched about so violently that Kay gave up and gobbled the entire head and as much shaft as she could take directly into her mouth.
Harry sighed and pumped his dick up into her mouth hard and fast. Both arms were now thrown back over the edge of the sofa, with his hips ramming upwards. The thick, heavy cum tasted good to Kay. Then she felt Monica, unwilling to leave her clit alone too long, thrusting her hands between her legs again from behind, searching out the twitching bud.
"Oh, oh, oh, damn," Harry coughed painfully. "Oh, man, she really knows ... oh, ahhh ... how to suck cock!"
At that, Monica jammed her fingers into Kay's still wet and willing cunt, her other hand finding the clit. Together now, she worked and teased at them until Kay was certain she would scream.
Drinking deeply of Harry's cum, Kay smeared as much of it as she could around the head of his dick, enjoying the lurching motions he made. Dipping the tip of her tongue into the hole at the tip, she worried it back and forth as much as she could, her jaws simultaneously sucking and milking him. Her free hand sought out and found his heavy balls. Gently, she kneaded them as if she could urge the last drops of hot cum from them and into her mouth.
By now, Monica's whole fist was up Kay's cunt while her tongue was wildly invading the young wife's asshole. It was driving Kay mad. She bucked her ass back into the woman's face and sucked harder on Harry's cock.
In no time the man's pole had regained enough rigidity to fuck. "Oh shit, enough! Stop, Kay! Don't suck on it any more!"
Kay reluctantly took her mouth from his prick, a look of rejection on her face, remnants of his cum still clinging to the corners of her mouth. As she trembled, goose bumps sprang to her flesh and she shuddered violently.
By now Monica's finger had reached Kay's asshole and the woman was trying to work her finger into the wrinkled opening. Bending over farther, Kay attempted to ease the penetration by spreading herself still wider.
"Ohhhh, it ... it hurts a little," the beautiful brunette whimpered, unwilling to ask Monica to stop.
"Only in the beginning," Harry reassured her, reaching forward and cupping one of her massive breasts. Immediately, Monica seized the other and they rhythmically massaged the globes. "How would you like Harry to give it to you in here?" she asked, wiggling her finger so there would be no doubt where she meant.
Leaning forward still more, letting the woman's finger slip still farther into her rear hole, Kay whispered, "Yes. I ... I would like that."
Monica jammed her finger knuckle deep then, without warning. Kay let out a loud cry and would have fallen off the couch had they both not been supporting her by holding her tits. Rapidly, Monica began working her finger in a circular motion. Harry began pinching her clit painfully at the same time, and both simultaneously squeezed hard at her tits. The pain shot through Kay everywhere and then her cum flowed from her in torrents.
"Now, Harry! Give it to her in the asshole!" Monica exclaimed, her voice betraying the depth of her lust. "I want to lick her pussy!"
With that, they both ceased what they were doing and Kay found herself on her hands and knees on the thick carpet, with the head of Harry's big dick grazing her asshole. Underneath her, Monica was moving her head toward her wet, quivering cunt.
Then Harry rammed his dick into her ass. Not being small, Harry's dick burned as it tore into her, and the girl moaned loudly again. However, she found the sensation tantalizing.
Monica reached up and spread the damp lips of her pussy. She sucked in the bruised bud of Kay's clit. The girl groaned even louder, beginning to twitch her ass in appreciation. By now Harry had stroked into her rear hole three times, succeeding on the last in burying his dick full length into her. Monica increased her sucking and, without knowing it, Kay found herself between the woman's legs, sucking with equal joy at Monica's sweet-smelling cunt.
She found the woman's pussy musky and perfumed. The big clit was ready, and Kay sucked at it hard. Using one hand to part her cuntal lips, Kay jammed two of her fingers into Monica's pussy and pumped her hand back and forth frantically.
Uttering a strangled shout of passion, Monica returned the favor, jamming her fingers into Kay's hot slit.
Meanwhile, behind her, Kay could feel Harry pumping and bucking away lustily at her asshole, showing no signs of tiring or nearing a climax. She came again, the twin sensations of the huge cock reaming her asshole while Monica's mouth and tongue drove her clit insane. They made her body sway with surrendering passion.
Three more times this happened, then Monica exploded, thrusting wildly, bucking high in the air. The thick, sweet, heavy mass that covered Kay's mouth and chin increased and Kay could feel the woman's juices still flowing freely. At the same time, the inner muscles of her cunt clutched and grabbed at Kay's probing fingers.
When Monica was finished coming, she crawled from beneath Kay and spoke to Harry. "Turn her over and ram it in her cunt now, honey. I want to watch you fuck her pussy!"
Kay was too groggy with lust and passion to understand Monica's words. She felt Harry's dick leave her asshole and then was on her back with her legs high in the air.
Only a moment's pause came before Harry mounted her and drove his mammoth dick deep inside her cunt. The fullness of it made Kay grunt; she was coming again almost at once. But it took Harry another five pounding minutes of nonstop ramming before he spurted his hot cum into her cunt.
By then Kay had come another three times, her insides feeling sore from being worked so much. When it was finally over, she lay exhausted on the carpet, whimpering and sighing with contentment.
Her eyes were so glazed and misty she could barely see Harry above her sipping his drink and fisting his semi-hard cock. But she could feel Monica's face between her thighs, sucking the mixture of male cum and female love juice from her pussy.
That was how Jerry found them when he walked into the room.
CHAPTER TEN
The party was in full swing. Jerry had been shocked, but he quickly shrugged, threw up his hands, and allowed Monica Priestly to remove his clothes. When the whole tale had finally been told of how the Priestleys had led the young married couple into such total deception, Jerry thought that Kay would be angry.
It was quite the opposite. "So what?" she said. "Now we can do everything we've both wanted to do, and we can do it out in the open. Come on, Harry," Kay said, flopping to the floor on her hands and knees and waving her delicious ass-cheeks in Harry's direction. "Fuck me in the ass again while I watch your wife give my husband a blow job!"
Harry willingly rammed his pole into Kay's rectum and began fucking her wildly. Monica, by this time, had Jerry's clothes off and proceeded to give him what he loved, an expert cock-sucking.
Just before anyone could come, the front doorbell rang. "I'll get it," Kay said, jumping up and running.
Harry cried out in agony as his cock popped from her asshole with a slurping sound. "God, Kay, come back here!"
"I have to answer the door."
"Kay," Monica said, lifting her mouth from Jerry's prick, "Not like that. You're naked!"
"I know."
Seconds later, she was back, with Sue and Phil Butler in tow. "Sue, Phil ... I think you know everybody...."
"My God!" Phil gasped. His mouth dropped wide open when he saw Monica Priestley sucking Jerry's big cock.
"You all might as well know the truth," Kay laughed. "I've been swinging with Phil and Sue, too."
Phil and Harry stood, glaring at each other like the two competitors they were, until Monica jumped up and took charge.
"Hello, Phil," she said, grabbing his crotch and leaning around him to kiss his wife on the lips. "I'm so glad you came over. Now, why don't the two of you get your clothes off and join the party?"
"Sure," Kay said. "I'll even help you."
She dropped to her knees in front of Phil and undid his belt. Seconds later she had his pants and shorts off. Everyone applauded the sight of Phil's hairy balls and his long cock that hung down like a club from his groin.
Kay stroked his prick with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. Then she ducked her head under his cock and licked his balls. When they were dripping with her saliva, she moved her tongue outward along the shaft until she reached the bulbous head.
Soon Phil's cock was shining with her efforts. He once again looked at Harry. "What the hell, Harry, we might be enemies in business, but we can be swinging friends!"
Harry shrugged and laughed. "Suits me," he said, and ran his cock up under Sue's skirt. She squealed and started tearing off her clothes.
Kay released Phil's cock and flopped to her back on the floor. "Fill me! Put your cock in my pussy!"
Phil knelt between her legs and guided his big cock into her juicy cunt.
"Beautiful," Monica said. She licked Phil's balls as he pumped into Kay's pussy.
The others crawled in beside her so they could all watch Phil's big cock slide in and out of Kay's sucking cunt. With each thrust, Phil's balls banged against her asshole as if they were trying to get inside, too. The licking that Monica was giving his balls made him fuck even faster.
Kay was in heaven. She looked up to see Sue squatting over her face. The feel of Phil's big dick in her pussy and the sight of Sue's cunt being lowered to her face, drove her wild. "Fuck me, Phil," Kay cried. "Jerry, honey, where are you?"
"Right here, baby," her husband said. He was standing right beside Sue's lowering body.
"Fuck Sue in the mouth, honey," Kay ordered. "I want to watch your prick go in and out of her face while I eat her!"
Jerry moved around to Sue's front. He fondled her bite-sized titties and shoved his prick in her eagerly-waiting mouth. Just as the pyramid built up, they all toppled sideways.
Harry waked around and around until he found an opening. He slid in behind Sue until his ass-cheeks were against Kay's tits. Then, with a bone-jarring lunge, he sent his big cock up Sue's asshole just as Kay started tongue-fucking her cunt.
Monica sat beside the writhing pile of bodies and calmly finger-fucked her own pussy as she watched. It was a wild sight, with all of them writhing on the floor together. Kay was the center of it all, of course, with Phil fucking her pussy; Harry sitting on Kay's tits fucking Sue's ass; Sue, just in front of Harry, being eaten by Kay; and Kay's husband, Jerry, banging his cock in and out of Sue's face.
Then Kay was screaming. "Fuck harder ... fuck my pussy harder, I'm coming!"
"Me, too!" Sue yelled. "Eat me, Kay, suck my clit with your mouth!"
"Come, come in my mouth, honey!" Kay cried, pushing her tongue harder into Sue's juicy pussy. Suddenly, both girls came wildly. The three men rolled away from them to find Monica alone, ready, and willing.
"Yes! Me next!" Monica shouted. "Fuck me now, all three of you! I can't wait any longer. Please, fill me with all your lovely pricks!" She was going mad with lust. "I don't care what you do to me, so long as my body is filled with glorious pricks! I don't care if you stuff your balls into me! Please ... please, fuck me, you bastards! Fuck me ... FUCK ME!"
Harry was the first one to reach her. He turned to Phil. "Want to go in first?"
"Sure," Phil smiled at his old enemy.
"Good," Harry said. "Monica's good. I should know, I've been fucking her for years. Lay on your back!"
Phil was quick to obey. He lay on the floor, with his giant cock sticking straight into the air.
"Now, honey," Harry told his wife, "crawl up and take Phil's prick into your cunt from the top."
Monica jumped onto Phil and willingly took hold of his big tool to guide it to her hungry hole. Her cunt sucked the meat in to the very root.
"Now, lean forward, honey," Harry directed, "so I can get my cock up your ass."
Monica had barely moved forward before Harry performed the same service for his wife that he had done for Sue just minutes earlier. She groaned, but bucked backward as she felt her husband's throbbing meat fuck her rectum.
"Oh, yes, ohhhh wonderful. Fuck me, both of you! FUCK ME! JERRY!"
"Yes?"
"Stick your cock in my mouth!"
Jerry got into position and as soon as his prick neared Monica's mouth, she opened her lips and took him in.
"This is what you like, isn't it, baby?" Harry said from behind her.
"Mmmmmmm, hmmmmmm," she gurgled from around Jerry's cock as it went all the way down her throat.
"One prick in your cunt, another in your ass, and a third in your mouth. Fuck her, men ... fuck my darling wife and give her what she lives for ... gallons of cum!"
And across the room, Kay smiled and watched. Her eyes met Jerry's and she smiled. He returned the smile and speeded up the lunges that buried his cock in Monica's face.
Sue was all over Kay's body as the young woman watched the three men fucking Monica. "Yes, Sue, honey," Kay urged. "Lick me good and then eat me!"
Eagerly, Sue bent over the beautiful brunette and started to kiss and lick her body. She cleaned up and licked off the sperm from Kay's face and tits, then buried her head between her legs and lapped her cunt, which was flooded with Phil's sperm.
With Sue between her thighs licking at her cunt, Kay looked up and winked at Jerry.
Everything was going to be fine. Her plan had worked perfectly. She had a sneaking suspicion that Harry and Phil were going to get along fine. So fine that they might even decide to merge their business lives as they had already merged their private lives.
And, if that happened, they would need a new general manager to keep track of everything. And that general manager would have to stay close to the home office.
"Jerry?" Kay whispered across the short space that separated them.
"Huh?"
"You're going to make a fine general manager."
"What?"
"Never mind," Kay said, and turned her attention to Sue. "Honey?"
