One of mankind's most basic, most important institutions is marriage, today, at least in the United States, matrimony is crisis-ridden at worst. The malaise chiefly affects couples in their late twenties and early thirties, products of the post-World War II baby boom, growing up during the Korean War and the dozen years of involvement in Vietnam, their disintegrating relationship a reflection of unstable times.
HOT WIFE FOR HIRE is the story of one couple, Sherri and Bobby Prentis, who are young, attractive and happy to all outward appearances, yet are unable to communicate at the most basic level. As a result, Sherri is driven to seek a false kind of love in the arms of strangers, degrading herself and yet reveling in that very degradation, straining her shaky marital relationship to the breaking point.
Sherri and Bobby-products of an uncaring society. Their story is a portrayal of an affliction that plagues many American marriages.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Sherri Prentis heard Bobby sneak up on her in the bathroom as she stood clad only in her short, green silk robe. She continued combing her long, wavy red hair.
Then she saw him in the big medicine-cabinet mirror. He was stark naked, a thick-bodied young man who still seemed layered by baby fat. Her green eyes were captured by the rigid, swaying length of his cock.
As if a switch had been thrown, her large, milk-white tits began to tingle and her button nipples stiffened to crinkled pink stems. Her deep, hungry cunt began to simmer and moisten with hot, slippery pussy juices.
She smiled and slid the mirror aside to put away her hairbrush. She licked her full, sensuous lips and pretended not to know he was coming for her. She untied the sash of her robe.
Abruptly, his strong arms were around her and his hot breath was loud in her ear as he pressed against her. His big hard-on prodded against her ass.
"Hey, baby, let's fuck!" he whispered.
A delicious shiver went through her slender body. She giggled and wriggled her ass flirtingly against his big cock.
"It's nine-thirty in the morning! Didn't you get enough fucking last night?" she said coyly.
"I never get enough fucking, honey." His hands slid into her open robe to claim her warm tits. His eager fingers discovered her swollen nipples. "You never get enough fucking, either, do you?" He gently mauled her fat white tits.
Sherri closed her eyes. "I guess not." Her knees were trembling.
Bobby eased his right hand down over her flat belly . . . down onto her red-fuzzed cunt mound . . . and pressed three fingers easily into her oozing pussy slit.
She inhaled sharply as his fingers teased her tingling clit. She pressed back against his massive hard-on, wanting his big prick buried in her cunt.
She lolled her head against his shoulder. "You did a very good job of awakening me. It's all your fault."
"Ummmmm. Six months of marriage and you're a nympho?"
Sherri laughed, turned in his arms and kissed him. The move dragged her green robe wide open. She pressed nakedly to him. His big cock was trapped against her soft white belly and burned into her flesh like a bar of hot iron.
"My husband, you're the one who sneaked in here with a hard-on and grabbed me," she said.
He grinned and kissed her.
She loved his unashamed lust. The way his tongue played urgent games with hers, the way his strong hands cupped the naked cheeks of her nicely rounded ass, and the way he often growled and nipped at her like an animal.
Yet, she frowned and broke the passionate kiss. "Don't you have an important meeting with somebody at ten-thirty?"
"It'll wait." Bobby sought her mouth again. He bored one finger into her tight little asshole.
Sherri squirmed helplessly. He knew finger-fucking her ass made her hot as hell.
"But-ooh! Bobby! If it means a sale-" "I never put business before pleasure." He sank his finger deeper into her ass.
She writhed against him. His big cock flopped into her crotch. She tightened her slender thighs on the hot, throbbing thickness of his prick.
Sherri bit her tongue to keep from arguing. Bobby was a great lover, but a lousy provider. Each day brought notices of overdue bills. He had touched his father-and her father-for loans. And her small accumulation of savings was gone.
She sighed and yielded to her lust. She slid her small hands up his solidly muscled back to his neck, into his thick brown hair. She took his eager mouth with a breathtaking, open-mouthed french kiss. She squirmed because of his moving finger in her asshole. She rubbed her swollen nipples against his smooth, hairless chest.
Yes, she wanted to fuck! She couldn't get enough of his cock. Her lungs burned for lack of air. She slid her hot-lipped mouth free.
"Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me ... " she chanted.
Seconds later they were on the white oak king-size bed, laughing and playing, frolicking on the rumpled, colorful sheets and expensive, flower print quilted bedspread.
Sherri couldn't keep her eyes or her hands away from his big cock. His prick fascinated her. She loved to hold his cock, to feel the throbbing power of his fucker, to squeeze his cock's hardness, and to gigglingly measure its length.
"Ummm . . . three hands high. Pretty big horse-cock."
"All the better to fuck you with, m'dear!"
"Why is the sack so wrinkly? Why do your balls move like that? It's weird!"
"There are some things women are not meant to know." Bobby dove for her right nipple and sucked it deep.
Sherri moaned and used both hands to cup her big tit into a cone, to make it easier for him to suck. She watched him suck her tit and wondered why he was so oral. He became like an infant when he sucked on her long nipples. She thought sometimes her unusually large nipples were the main reason he had proposed marriage to her.
His tit-sucking was a very effective turn-on for her. It brought all kinds of small pleasures and thrills . . . especially in her belly In her itching cunt.
But for Bobby, sucking at her big, milk-white tits was soothing. His normally mercurial, roundish face became calm and content. When he sucked her tit, he always lost his hard-on, unless she could reach his cock.
She filled her left hand with his limp prick and began a gentle squeezing, milking, pumping caress.
Within seconds, his cock began to grow. It thickened dramatically in her soft little hand. The mauve cockhead crept up her wrist, becoming plumper and shinier.
Bobby had an immense cock. As she lovingly handled it, Sherri marveled that some girls could think a man's cock ugly. She had always thought a cock lovely. Some were beautiful. Bobby's cock was magnificent.
Nothing that gave so much pleasure could be bad or ugly.
When Bobby's hot cockmeat was rigid and jerking powerfully in her grip from his strong pulse, she suggested, "Hey, darling . . . put your cock in me, hmmm?"
He instantly came out of his fantasy of tit-sucking regression. His face came alive. He quickly moved over her. "No-don't guide it in. Let my cock find its own way."
Sherri obediently kept her eager hand away from his heavy, probing cock. She lay with knees high and wide, cunt oozing, tits like soft white cantaloupes. She smiled as Bobby wobbled his long, thick cock along her sensitive, puffed cuntlips.
Her hips lifted, tempted by the need for his prick. His cockhead was forced into her hot, wet cuntal opening . . . and seated into the inner cuntmouth.
Sherri whispered, "Fuck me, darling . . . " She got a thrill from saying the word. Then she gasped as he shoved his cock in-and in! The fuck-thrust was powerful, deep, surprising, satisfying.
Their eyes met. They smiled and kissed. Bobby became playful as he fucked her. As he drove his prick into her pussy until he had it all in her clenching, hot cunt, he dipped his head next to hers and, growling, pretended to bite into her neck.
Sherri shivered and screamed with delight. She dug her nails into his back. God, she loved this! She loved Bobby on her, his cock fucking deep into her tingling cunt, as he nuzzled her throat like a fierce beast. Her clit was sending sweet jolts of pleasure each time he fucked tight against her splayed loins.
And deep inside, her guts seethed with the strange, rapturous sensations she had never known could exist before she'd met Bobby a year ago, when she'd just turned eighteen.
On that first date, something had told both of them they were meant for each other. And they had fucked that first night. At first she'd been afraid of "fits' size; she'd never encountered a man or boy with so much cock meat. But soon after he'd worked his gigantic prick all into her cunt, she'd first experienced what it was like to be truly fucked . . . royally fucked! She had come like crazy!
And now Sherri was coming again. The hot, shivery pleasure turned her into a slim little tigress. She bucked under him, panting, clutching, green eyes unfocused, as guttural little cries of ecstasy escaped her contorted mouth.
Bobby joined her in that temporary golden madness. He shouted as he came. His big cock grew superhard. His fuck-plunges became savage, utterly selfish. He dug his fingers into her scalp. His agonized groans were loud in her ear.
Sherri was just coming off her peak when she felt the first gush of cum from his impaling cock. His hot cum bathed a special, sensitive area at the deepest place in her spasming cunt. The resulting sensations sharpened and intensified and became almost excruciating. She quivered uncontrollably and dug her fingers into the crack of his ass. She cruelly forced a finger into his asshole.
It spurred him to a few last, deep, jolting fuck-thrusts. It was enough to send her into another shuddering orgasm.
Bobby went heavy on her. She could feel his wonderful cock shrinking. Her cunt clenched and fluttered as she enjoyed the slow decline of her second climax, but his cock failed to respond.
Sherri petted Bobby. "That was really good."
He nodded, his face, buried in the fat, king-size pillow. "Yeah ... I ..." He began to shake.
It took her a few seconds to realize he was sobbing. "Darling? What's the matter? Bobby?"
He didn't answer. After a moment he got off her, avoided looking at her, and padded into the bathroom for a quick shower.
Sherri pressed a wad of facial tissues to her leaking cunt slit. What was the matter with Bobby? Why had he wept like that? She wondered if he was cracking under the pressure of all their debts.
The big problem was his irresponsibility. He was a spoiled baby in a grown-up body. He wanted instant gratification. He thought, deep down, that the world owed him anything he wanted, and he didn't really understand having to work in exchange.
Sherri looked around at the very costly bedroom set. All that expensive furniture in the rest of the apartment. And this luxury apartment in this upper-class neighborhood. They had no business living here!
She knew they were months behind in payments. At least one month behind on the rent. And they were stuck with a two-year lease.
If only Bobby would stop playing and actually get out and sell a computer. Just one a month!
Bobby emerged from the shower and came naked into the bedroom, toweling on the way. Now he was his usual, cheerful, optimistic, happy-go-lucky self.
"All yours, honey. Better get off that bed before I fuck you again." He began to dress.
Sherri sat up. "We're all out of food.
There's nothing in the kitchen . . . and I mean zero."
He shrugged. "I'm not hungry. Why don't you go across the hall and visit old Mrs. Chalder? She always has coffee and a sandwich for whoever drops in to keep her company for a while."
"I can't take advantage of her loneliness!"
He looked baffled. "What difference does it make? Anyway, don't forget the party tonight at the Langs' suite. We can stuff ourselves on those snacks they pass around. Wear that tight silvery thing that shows off your tits." He leered comically.
"I'm going to have to get a job," she said.
"No, you don't! I don't want my wife working! Especially not at some lousy clerking job like you had before we got married."
"Bobby, we've got to-" "Don't worry about money! I'll get some! Just don't keep talking about it all the time! Okay? OKAY?"
Sherri lowered her head and nodded.
Chapter Two
Ella Lang sat in the warm morning sun on their balcony. She sipped coffee from a gold-rimmed ceramic mug and idly watched their beautiful young slave suck off Mary Lang, her young husband.
The girl was kneeling on the green outdoor carpet that surfaced the wide balcony, and she was constantly pushing back her long black hair as it fell forward, interfering with Marty's viewing of her sucking of his long, thin cock.
Marty was puffing on his ever-present pipe. His blue eyes narrowed occasionally as the girl did something very nice with her mouth and tongue.
"Margie, when you're through there, so inside and put your hair back in a ponytail," Ella said.
The girl lifted her mouth briefly from Marty's wet cock. "Yes, mistress." Her dark eyes looked up soulfully. Her generous lips flickered in a tentative smile.
Ella smiled briefly, mechanically, in response and nodded for the girl to continue.
Marty took his brier from his mouth. "Good idea." He watched critically as Margie's wide lips took the purplish head of his cock and pressed downward.
He was slumped in a cantilevered metal patio chair that joggled up and down to his slight hip movements. His expensive denim walking shorts were unzipped and wide open. His print shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a flat belly and a chest covered with curly blond hair.
Margie, the slave, wore a white mid-thigh tunic with orange piping. She had a lovely face, but was plump of body. She wore no panties and her fat, naked ass showed its crack as she knelt.
"Don't forget the party tonight. Be home by six," Ella said.
"Ummmmm." Marty nodded. His gaze was riveted on Margie's lips as they engulfed his cock.
Ella smiled indulgently. Marty was twenty-two, full of vim and vinegar and cum. She was thirty-seven, jaded, rich, and somewhat bored with him, sexually. Ella was supremely secure in her lovemaking skills. She knew she could out-suck and out-fuck any woman in the building . . . maybe any woman in the whole damn city. She'd had enough practice.
She said, "I've invited Rick Shull and those incredible twins he's living with. And the Prentis couple in 6-D. That redhead is exquisite."
Marty grinned. "You'll like him, too. Bob and Sherri. I saw him down at the pool a couple of times. His trunks had trouble holding all his cockmeat."
"Oh? I'll have to go down and look at the beef parade sometime. It's been a year, at least." Ella's gaze was attracted again by Margie's enthusiastic cock-sucking. The girl was getting almost all of Marty's cock into her mouth, which meant a couple inches into her throat. The throat spasm was a giveaway. Not bad technique. Marty was obviously close to coming.
Ella sipped coffee and let her slender left hand insinuate itself Into her yellow dressing gown. Her legs drifted open. Her hazel eyes half closed. She sighed and slid a finger between the moist lips of her loose cunt slit. Her eyes flickered when she flipped her grape-sized clit.
She shivered and murmured, "Margie, when you're finished sucking Marty . . . come over here and lick my cunt."
Margie made gobbling agreeing sounds. She didn't stop sucking Marty. Her thick lips were sweeping up and down his bone-like cock with swift, clinging strokes. Her dark eyes were closed. Her hands gripped his narrow hips, urging him to push more cock into her hot mouth.
Marty glanced at Ella. "God, she really "Of course. She's being used as she wants to be used. That's the key to keeping a happy slave."
"Uhhh!" Marty was gripping the metal arms of his chair. He was breathing fast and deep. His hip jerked his cock up to meet Margie's willing mouth. Her lips kissed the curls at the base of his prick.
"Now . . . NOW!" he groaned.
Margie bobbed her head even faster. She made liquid choking sounds as she took all of his white, stiff, seven-inch cock. He was spewing thick, syrupy cum down her clenching, spasming throat.
Ella watched critically. No one else could see what was happening on the private balcony. Their suite was at the corner of the luxury apartment building, and no other balcony or window gave a view of the balcony. Such privacy was expensive.
Ella didn't care about the cost. She could buy the building if she wished.
She stood up and went inside for another cup of coffee. She was tall and wiry ... all tanned and fit . . . the kind of woman who seemed unchanged for decades.
When she returned to her chair on the sunny balcony with a fresh mug of hot black coffee. Margie held Marty's softening cum-slippery cock with gentle fingertips as she carefully licked it clean.
Marty had resumed smoking his pipe. "Sherri's your target?" he asked Ella.
"Um-hmm. She'll make a sweet young plaything for us for a while. Maybe Bob, too, if he's as well hung as you think. Fresh cockmeat is always nice."
Marty laughed and shook his head. "You amaze me sometimes. You talk like most people are just . . . bugs ... or things to use and enjoy, then throw away."
She turned cool hazel eyes on him. A smile played at the corners of her lips.
Marty looked away. He pushed -Margie's head away. "That's enough!" He closed and zipped his shorts. He stood up. "Time for me to drop by the office. I'll leave you two to your diversions."
"My diversions. Her obedience," Ella said.
He nodded and padded through the opening sliding door into the suite.
Ella heard him enter the master bedroom and slam the door. Poor Marty. His ego was pricked again. He knew he was only temporary. In a few years, he would be paid off and divorced. Ella figured he was hoping she would have a fatal accident so he'd get all her millions. No way!
Ella turned her attention to Margie. The girl was silent, sitting on her heels on the balcony carpet, head down, awaiting orders.
"Stand up and come over here next to me."
Margie obeyed. As she rose, a pair of enormous tits became prominent. Her tits swayed heavily, massively, as she approached her mistress. She stopped beside Ella's chair.
Ella took a sip of coffee and casually slid a hand along the girl's naked thigh ... up under the tunic . . . onto soft, buttery ass cheeks.
"Show me your tits. Get that tunic off."
Without hesitation Margie ran the hidden zipper and shrugged the garment away. She stood humbly naked.
Ella eased her hand onto the girl's thick, rounded hips, onto the soft belly. Margie's tits were amazing. They were the main reason Ella had bought the girl from her previous master. The giant, balloon-like tits, the lovely face, the perfect slave demeanor . . . and the sexual skills. Margie did nave a cunning tongue.
Ella pushed up at one of the looming, rounded masses of tit flesh. Heavy.
"Kneel," she commanded.
Margie knelt beside Ella's chair. Ella played with the reddish-brown nipples. She detected a shiver in the deep, warm tit flesh. The dark protrusions were wrinkling and swelling. Margie was becoming aroused.
Ella toyed with the idea of sending the girl for the dildo set. She liked to watch Margie's belly and thighs quiver and quake when she had a nine-inch plastic cock shoved up her cunt. But that was more work than Ella wanted ... at least this early in the day. No, she'd stick to her first desire.
"Come around in front of me now, and eat me."
Margie silently, willingly obeyed. Then a stricken look flashed over her face. "Oh, I forgot. Oh, mistress, you told me to ponytail my hair after-" "Do it after you suck my cunt." Ella eased lower in the formatting metal chair. She parted her yellow dressing gown and rested her thin, shapely, strong legs on Margie's soft shoulders. "Slow and easy. Wring me out."
"Oh, yes, mistress!" There was a tremor of passion in Margie's voice. She began kissing the insides of Ella's lean thighs, closer and closer to the red-lipped pussy gash.
Ella closed her eyes and let her mind drift. She opened her dressing gown farther and enjoyed the feel of the sun beating down on her shallow, completely tanned tits. Her nipples were stimulated by the heat and swelled to hard, popcorn-like puffs of pink and brown.
How many men and boys and girls and women had sucked those nipples? Ella couldn't remember them all. She grazed a finger across her nipples, exciting them even more, creating a pleasant tingle. Ella thought hundreds of mouths had given her pleasure by sucking her nipples.
Margie's full, lush mouth reverently kissed Ella's prominent cuntlips. Ella's plump cunt mound was bare-permanently shaved of every brown hair when she was twenty-one. Her naked pussy was as deeply tanned as the rest of her.
Ella smiled and wondered how many hundreds of cocks had been in her cunt. Over the years, she had acquired a taste-a need-for men with great energy and large pricks.
But she had also come to appreciate the sweet joys of the tongue. Especially a woman's tongue.
Ella smiled as Margie's tongue licked into her pussy slit. Her stomach muscles tightened as the girl found her big clit and closed her lips on it . . . and sucked her clit. Ella was glad she had a big clit for friends, lovers, husbands and slaves to lick. It was actually the head of a miniature cock. Most women's clits were tiny things-pinhead size- but hers was a monster. As if she were some part man and mostly woman. As if, in her mother's womb, she had started to become a hermaphrodite and had veered to female at the last minute . . . leaving behind a miniature cock, slim hips, and a ruthless man's brain in an otherwise female body.
Ella's smile widened as Margie's tongue slithered wetly over and around her clit, flipping it occasionally, creating jangles of erotic sensations.
Oh, yes, Margie has a cunning tongue, Ella thought.
Ella opened her eyes to watch the girl for a moment. Margie was applying herself to the task of cunt-lapping with great dedication, great skill. Her loose black hair had fallen forward in ticklish strands on Ella's lower belly.
Ella languidly reached for her coffee "mug on the round steel patio table. She whispered, "Suck my clit. Suck it!"
Margie's thumbs parted Ella's reddish cuntlips and brought the large pink clit to greater protrusion and easier access. Her hot mouth closed firmly on the taut clit. She suctioned Ella's clit deeper and began a swift tongue-lashing of its flushed pink surfaces.
Ella hissed luxuriously and put down her mug with a trembling hand. Muscles in her long neck went taut and then softened to invisibility. Her flat belly began to undulate. Her inner thighs trembled.
She gripped Margie's head with strong hands. She gradually pulled the girl's head tighter to her open loins, welding Margie's open, working mouth to her parted cunt gash.
Margie's nose was pressed too tightly to Ella's pussy mound. She snorted and struggled for air.
Ella was ruthless. "Suck it . . . suck my clit . . . yes . . . YES!"
She ground her slippery, gaping cunt against Margie's smeared face. She rocked in the chair, suddenly wanting the climax now, not willing to wait, not wanting it slow and easy.
And she came-hot and seething, powerful, glorious.
Ella's lean belly ridged and contracted. She shuddered and gasped. Her cunt jolted against Margie's clinging, sucking mouth. She shuddered, eyes closed, panting loudly, for long, golden seconds.
And then Ella gave one last, loud gasp, and went limp. Almost instantly, she tightened again, quivered, relaxed.
"Oh . . . God ..." she moaned. "Stop! Enough! Oh . . . shit ..." As Margie pulled away and freed herself from Ella's limp arms and legs, Ella laughed. "Oh, you're worth the money I paid for you, dear. Every dollar."
Margie knelt, looking at Ella adoringly. She flushed with pleasure at the compliment. Her mouth, chin, nose and cheeks were glistening with Ella's cunt juice. Her giant tits wobbled with every slight movement.
Ella took slow, deep breaths. She closed her yellow dressing gown. She picked up her mug and sipped her coffee.
"All right. Go inside now and fix your hair. Then make me a two-egg omelet with diced ham and tomatoes. A piece of rye bread, toasted, with apple butter on it."
"Yes, mistress." Margie picked up her discarded tunic and went into the suite.
Ella watched the girl's hips and fat ass in quivering action. She decided for the tenth time not to command- a diet for the young woman. Margie was very pleasingly plump, and any significant weight loss would diminish those incredible melon tits. They were wonders of the world. Margie was simply ripe. There had to be Mediterranean ancestry in her blood. Her shape wouldn't last long-a few years at most. It was best to enjoy her in her perfect ripeness . . . then sell her to some less demanding master ... or mistress.
Ella sighed with contentment, sipped coffee, and looked out over the city.
Chapter Three
Sherri sat with the lovely blonde Rand twins, Opal and Pearl, on the luxurious white velvet sectional sofa in the living room of the Langs' sumptuous suite.
She held her fourth screwdriver and was definitely feeling the first three. She felt giggly inside. She couldn't remember which twin was which, and she was afraid to address either of them by name.
Then she remembered-Opal was wearing the blue jersey top over the designer jeans. Pearl had on a violet puff-sleeved blouse over her jeans.
Rick Shull was standing nearby with Marty . . . and Bobby was over by the stereo with Ella. Everybody was talking to override the Sinatra record. Everyone was at least half drunk.
Opal was saying," . . . can tell exactly how to fuck me so I come big, because he's had to much practice with us both!" She and Pearl laughed.
"I guess in a way he's only living with one woman-if you both react almost identically in bed," Sherri said.
Pearl snorted into her whiskey sour. "Oh, Ricky knows he's living with two women, all right. When we get horny, when we really get horny-" "Like tonight!" Opal put in.
"We gang up on him. Sometimes I'll use his cock-" "And I'll use his tongue. Then we switch ..."
"And switch again, as long as his nice big prick can get hard."
"And sometimes that's six or seven times a night!" Opal finished. Both twins grinned.
Sherri laughed with them. She looked over at Rick speculatively. He was a tall, ruggedly handsome man with just-right shaggy dark-blond hair. He was a very well-paid male model for TV commercials and magazine ads. Mostly, he did cigarette ads.
"I'm surprised he looks so healthy," Sherri said.
"Oh, Ricky thrives on sex," Opal said. "You might say he just eats it up," Pearl added.
Sherri drained her screwdriver. She looked over to the stereo and discovered Bobby and Ella were gone. She glanced around the room. They were nowhere in sight.
"Here comes Jugs. Want another drink, Sherri?" Opal said.
Margie, clad only in a deep-cut Chinese print tunic, pantyhose and red sandals, approached the sectional with a serving tray. She took Opal's empty whiskey sour glass and looked questioningly at Sherri. "Refill?"
"Do you know where Ella and my husband went?" Sherri asked.
Pearl snickered. "Knowing Ella, she's probably in the master bedroom-" "Or in this case, the mistress bedroom." "-giving him a workout. Ella likes fresh cockmeat every week or so-" "As part of her regular diet," Opal finished. The twins laughed. Sherri frowned. That wasn't funny, at least not to her. She started to get up and became dizzy. She sat back down into the deep velvet cushions. She handed Margie her empty glass.
"Get me a double."
Pearl finished her whiskey sour with a flourish and handed it to Margie. She gestured Margie closer. She patted one of the girl's giant tits. Opal giggled and patted the other.
"How old were you when these balloons started blowing up?" Pearl asked.
Margie smiled tentatively. "Ten."
"When did you first get fucked?"
"Ten."
The twins laughed. They began boldly fondling the soft round masses of tit flesh. "Bend over a little ..." They unzipped Margie's tunic and got at her naked skin. They worked on her huge nipples, teasing them out to wrinkled, stiffened mahogany thumbs.
Sherri was surprised Margie would allow that. The girl was strangely compliant. There seemed a kind of satisfaction in her dark eyes.
"Do you like what they're doing?" Sherri asked her.
Margie nodded.
Opal snickered. "You've never been to one of Ella's intimate little- parties before, have you?"
"In a little while-Margie big-tits will be on her knees, going down on whoever wants her," Pearl added.
"Or getting fucked by any man here who wants to fuck her." Sherri looked at them, befuddled. "Why?"
"She digs it. She's Ella's slave. Doing anything a guest wants is her job."
"Slave?" Sherri thought they were joking. She laughed.
Opal patted Margie's swollen nipple. "Okay, go get our drinks now."
Margie obeyed. She didn't close or unzip her tunic. Her huge white, blue-veined tits rode proudly, magnificently, on her chest, forcing the tunic wide open.
Sherri watched, wide-eyed, as Margie approached Rick and Marty and inquired about their drinks. Both men smiled and began fondling the girl's bare tits in admiration and lust.
As Sherri watched, Margie responded to a word from Ricky and went to her knees before him. She put her tray aside and carefully unzipped his corduroy pants. She reached in and freed his cock.
At that moment, Sherri believed Bobby was in a bedroom with Ella.
She watched Margie flutter a long pink tongue along the underside of Ricky's average-sized cock, and she saw his cock jump.
"She won't get to our drinks now for a while," Opal said.
"We could get our own," Pearl said.
Sherri watched as Margie finally eased Ricky's cockhead into her obviously willing, experienced mouth. She was shaken. She turned to the twins. "Do these parties always turn into orgies?"
"Usually."
"Most always. We've been to five so far."
"Are ... are Bobby and I expected to ... to join in?"
"Up to you. What we have here is fun sex."
"No-strings sex. It-doesn't-count sex," Pearl added.
"Or not, as you prefer."
Sherri looked back, wide-eyed, at Margie- who was now taking into her sucking mouth as much of Ricky's cock as she could get.
The Sinatra record ended and the tone arm lifted. In the resulting silence, Margie's wet, sucking sounds seemed obscenely loud.
Sherri struggled again to get up from the deep-cushioned sofa. "Well, I'm not going to . . . I'm married, and I don't think Bobby . . . " She swayed upright. The room swirled around her. She blinked and lowered her head. Those had been very potent screwdrivers. "Where's that mistress bedroom?"
Opal and Pearl looked at each other, grinning. Opal pointed. "Into that hall, to the left. The last door."
Sherri nodded twice. "Thank you. This kind of party is a little too fast for us." She took short, careful steps away from the sofa. "We don't belong here."
The twins laughed.
"Stretch out on the bed," Ella said. She pushed Bobby gently but firmly.
He sat abruptly on the king-size bed and rose and fell like a buoy, "Hey . . . waterbed!" he said tipsily.
"Hey . . . you're right. Lie back." Ella hoped he wasn't too drunk to get hard. She pulled up her long, pleated yellow skirt and got on the bed with him, straddling his knees.
She wore no panties. She never wore panties or pantyhose at her sex parties.
She unbuckled and unzipped his charcoal gray slacks. She delved under the waistband of his white briefs, seeking his cock.
"Hey, whadya doin'?" Bobby started to prop himself up on his elbows. Their bodies were in constant tidal motion.
Ella smiled, noting that he didn't try to stop her. She touched his big, fat, soft cock with curious fingers.
"Getting a bonus on my proposed loan to you, Mr. Prentis. I like to fuck and be fucked by men with big pricks and fast asses."
He stared at her blearily. "Christ!"
Ella sneered and tugged Bobby's pants and underpants down off his hips. He lifted his -solid hips to make it easier. She noted that, too. There would be no problem. He wanted her money desperately.
Her eyes lit up at the sight of his cock. She filled her eager hands with his prick, standing his cocklance up, lolling it this way and that, feeling his cock gradually firm in her loose grip, seeing his fucker grow.
"You weren't lying," she said admiringly.
Bobby smiled, having recovered his poise and his ego. "You get what you pay for."
Ella rubbed her naked cuntlips unobtrusively on his right leg. She shivered from the sensations and from anticipation. She was leaving a wet place on his slacks.
She licked her lips and watched his cock rise, the plump-like cockhead deepening in color, the little cum slit at its tip exuding a clear drop of pre-cum.
"I'll loan you a hundred dollars an inch," she said, smiling.
"Fine with me. Be eight hundred dollars."
The base of his prick was thick and hard and pulsing in her slim, tanned hands. His strong white cockshaft towered, over her clasping fingers.
She knew, from long experience, his prick was a good eight inches. A good investment.
Ella shoved his shirt up past his belly to his chest. She didn't like the soft layer of fat she saw. He reminded her of a twelve-year-old boy just before puberty. Except Bobby was six feet tall, weighed about two hundred, and was hung like a mule.
He was also, she thought, as spoiled and immature as a twelve-year-old. But she didn't give a shit about that. As long as he could fuck.
On impulse, she licked her lips again, met his eyes, smiled crookedly and lowered her head slowly . . . opened her mouth . . . and took the big, purplish cock-knob into her mouth.
Ella began practicing her arts. She swirled her tongue languidly against super-sensitive nerve endings. She cupped his big balls in her palm and warmed them. She slowly, delicately stroked his long cockshaft with her other hand, letting her fingers drum a tantalizing beat on the throbbing length of his prick.
She let his cockhead sink deeper into her hot mouth. She released his balls and slid her hand to his soft belly, to feel the tensions and clenchings of the underlying muscles.
Bobby watched her suck his big cock. He breathed quickly through his mouth. He blinked fast. "That's great!"
Ella smiled around her mouthful of prick. She drew her head up, yielding the cockhead slowly, her lips clinging till the last. His cock stood rigid, jerking from the powerful slugging of his heart. The cockhead and an inch of prickshaft glistened with her saliva.
She smiled. "That's enough of that. I don't want you shooting off too soon."
She came forward over him, causing crosscurrent surges in the temperature-controlled waterbed. She flipped her long yellow skirt forward till it covered his chest and belly.
Ella's eyes narrowed as she reached under and held Bobby's steel-hard, thick cock in position as her dripping, juicy pussy closed in.
She poised, crouched, letting the tidal action brush his silky cockhead against her pouting, slippery cuntlips . . . letting his cock nose upward briefly, excitingly, along the inner pink groove of her cunt . . . letting his prick graze over her distended clit.
Bobby clamped his big hands on her slim, bony hips. He tried to pull her lower, to get his cock into her pussy. "Come on!"
Ella's eyes flashed. "Make me!"
Bobby appeared puzzled for a few seconds, then his expression cleared. He grinned. "You want a big prick and a fast ass, you're gonna get 'em!"
He rolled over on top of Ella. They rose and fell on the bed. He cursed and tugged her voluminous jersey skirt up so he could see what he was doing.
Ella pushed and fought with him, but not effectively. "What do you think you're trying? Get off me, you ape! Get off!"
To her satisfaction, he didn't. He exposed her lean, tanned hips and hairless cunt mound. He wrestled her long legs up till they hooked over his brawny shoulders.
Ella went hot in her pussy. Still, she struggled-to make the fucking to follow more satisfying to her.
"You can't fuck me! Go fuck that little timid wife of yours! Don't you dare put that prick into my cunt! You probably can't keep it stiff, anyway!" Bobby glared down at her. He leaned over her, pinning her, and fucked his big cock into her drooling cunt slit.
"Don't shit me, Ella! You want my big prick so bad you tasted it!" He laughed lewdly. "You had a big mouthful of cock and now you want a cuntful. Don't you?"
"NO! You scumbrain! GET OFF ME!" She twisted and pushed and cursed . . . but didn't intimidate him or move him. For all his layering of soft fat, there were powerful muscles on his big bones, and his strength made her guts flutter and her pussy slime with a delicious apprehension. This sexual position-under a big, strong man who was going to fuck her cunt no matter what-was the only circumstance in which she was ever not in control. She loved it and hated it.
"I'm warning you! Get off! I don't want to fuck any more. I've changed my mind!"
"I haven't changed mine! Bitch! Cock-teasing bitch!" Bobby leaned more heavily onto her, driving her knees to her shoulders. Their faces were inches apart, flushed, mouths gasping.
Ella waited in an agony of fuck-lust and anticipation for him to get his big cock into her pussy. She felt the prickhead sink into her juicy cunt slit. Sparkles of sensation came from the velvety cockhead rubbing against her swollen clit. Her cunt spasmed hungrily for cock.
"You're afraid to fuck me! Afraid of what little Sherri will say?" she goaded him.
"BITCH!" He shoved his big, fat, rigid cock into her cunt in one massive fuck-thrust.
"AHHH!" Ella cried. Her flat, knotted belly bloated momentarily. Her eyes bulged. Her entire body went rigid for an instant. The shock of that much cock was overwhelming.
Bobby viciously ground his loins against hers, fucking his huge prickrod into her engorged cunt. "How do you like it, bitch?" He reared back and fucked again into her pussy, fucking his cock to the balls, squashing her big clit.
Ella sucked air and couldn't answer. She was in heaven! Her mind was disconnected by the size and impacts of eight thick inches of pile-driving cock!
She shuddered with delight, as he fucked into her pussy again and again, smacking wetly against her oozing cunt. Her cunt juices had coated the entire length of his cockshaft and swamped into his curly pubic hair. She clutched at him, digging sharp fingernails into his smooth, fat-layered back.
She quivered and spasmed during his first twenty fuck-plunges. The climax shook her and left her with a lust for more fucking. Deceptive, grunting cries were forced from her gaping, contorted mouth. They were cries of ecstasy. Bobby whispered into her ear, "Big enough for you? Fast enough for you?"
His ass rose and fell at a furious pace. His big cock fucked her pussy at a two-thrusts-per-second rate . . . and his heavy, smacking fuck-plunges shook her body, sending rapturous, golden spasms of hot pleasure rippling through every inch of her cunt flesh.
They floated on the surface of the waterbed, bobbing and dipping, rising and falling in the maelstrom of cross-currents and tides their fucking created.
Ella came again, helpless in the sweet throes of this great fuck! She convulsed under him, within his powerful, irresistible embrace, helpless to stop the rush of pleasure that radiated from her impaled pussy. Her cunt was clenching around the biggest cock she'd ever fucked. Her clit was like a red-hot ember, and each crushing fuck-stroke caused it to flare to white-hot pleasure.
She didn't want to stop fucking. It was fantastic! But she knew-even as she came a third time-it couldn't last much longer. Bobby was laboring, panting from the unaccustomed exertion-and from the orgasmic pleasure that was rising in his own guts.
Ella squirmed breathlessly under him, feeling his cock become even longer, harder, thicker. He was going to come! She was in virtually constant climax now. Yet a special, keen, thrilling extra emotional peak shivered through her pussy as she felt Bobby's cock swell, felt his massive fuck-plunges become urgent, shattering, crushing. Then-the incredible feeling of his prick spurting cum! Strong pulsing jets of cum inundated her spasming, distended cunt.
Her cries of ecstasy were joined by his shouting and loud grunting."
During this moment they both were totally self-absorbed in their overwhelming pleasures. They didn't see or hear the bedroom door open.
Sherri gaped at the sight of her husband and Ella fucking on the big, surging waterbed. She almost fell. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the ornate doorknob.
She stared, wide-eyed, absorbing the spectacle-Bobby's plunging, heaving ass . . . Ella's slim, tanned legs hooked over his shoulders . . . Ella's raking fingers digging into Bobby's reddened, scratched back . . . and their inarticulate cries of pleasure . . .
Sherri sobbed and backed out of the doorway. She turned blindly and lurched into Marty Lang, who had followed her into the hallway.
"Whoops!" He grabbed her to steady her. He glanced sourly into the bedroom, then closed the door. "You passed the bathroom."
"I went where I wanted to go," She liked the aromatic tobacco smell in his tweed jacket. She mentally recoiled from what she had just seen. But the sight was imprinted on her mind too deeply to ignore, to evade.
Marty seemed to read her mind. He led her away from the bedroom door. "Don't take it seriously. Ella doesn't, I don't, and Bobby doesn't." He eased his arm around her narrow waist.
Sherri frowned. "It isn't right. It's still cheating."
"Well ... I think there are other reasons, too. Ella has ways of getting what she wants ..." Marty opened the door of a guest bedroom. "Come in here and we'll talk about it."
Sherri was still more than half drunk. Marty was sympathetic and smelled nice, and maybe he could make what she had just seen easier to accept.
She leaned against him as he led her to the bed. She knew he was probably going to kiss her-and fondle her-but she wouldn't let it go any further than that.
She settled onto the soft bed and tried not to muss the blue bedspread too much. Her head still swirled from the drinks. "Just because Bobby cheated . . . doesn't mean I will, too."
Marty eased a pillow under head. "I understand. But haven't you ever heard the old saying, 'Eating isn't cheating'?"
Sherri frowned, then pursed her full, red lips, then forced a smile. She looked at Marty speculatively. She liked his tall, blond, blue-eyed good looks. Why not do a little 'eating' with him? It would serve Bobby right to open that door and see her gobbling Marty's cock ... or see Marty licking her cunt . . . see her squirming . . .
The mental images were getting her interested.
Maybe if Bobby looked in and saw something like that going on . . . maybe he'd be more interested in her.
Sherri liked to suck a nice, hard, clean cock. And she loved having a man suck her cunt who knew what his tongue and her clit were for.
But Bobby wasn't interested in cunt-sucking. He let her suck his cock only to get him hard-so he could fuck her again, and again.
Sherri loved fucking . . . but she loved oral sex, too. She missed having her pussy eaten.
Bobby had never sucked her cunt.
And so Marty's proposal was more attractive than she cared to admit to herself.
"Is Ella going to keep Bobby in there very long?"
Marty grinned ruefully. "Until he's gone at least two or three more rounds. From what I saw, she was enjoying the hell out of him."
"Aren't you jealous at all?"
"Nope." Marty casually, deliberately, put his hand on Sherri's left tit. His palm rested on the narrow silver halter that covered the middle of the mounded white tit flesh. His fingers curved down into the deep valley between her tits.
Sherri didn't object. She licked her lips nervously. She took a deep breath and admitted she liked his touch. She felt her nipples hardening, puffing up, poking-almost painfully-against the tightly woven silvery nylon.
He felt the swelling of her nipple against his palm. "Shall we give them their freedom?"
Sherri couldn't speak. She nodded.
He reached under her neck and pulled open the knot that held up the revealing halter.
Sherri watched breathlessly as he uncovered her big white tits. Her nipples poked upward obscenely.
Marty whispered, "Beautiful!" and lowered his head to delicately lick the stiff, pink fingerlets.
"Mmmmmmm!" She couldn't keep herself from arching her back. When he tenderly sucked a nipple into his mouth and lashed it with his tongue, she moaned again and curled her fingers into his blond hair. Her cunt began to simmer.
At first, Sherri watched the door, hoping Bobby would have finished with Ella and would be looking for her . . . would open the door and see . . .
But then Marty's mouth abandoned her nipples and found her warm, soft lips. The kiss was at first tentative, Curious, and them more and more sexual . . . passionate . . .with his probing tongue finding hers and electrifying both of them as the chemistry mixed and their lusts were ignited.
Sherri forgot about Bobby, the door, Ella ... the party. She lost herself in Marty's hot, exciting kisses. She knew his hand was under her short, silvery skirt, tugging her pantyhose down-this side, that side-and she vaguely knew her hips lifted to allow the panty top to slide under her ass.
All she cared about now was Marty's passionate kisses! She knew he would be incredible kissing her pussy, licking into her cunt slit, doing wild, mind-blowing things to her throbbing clit with his sweet, devilish tongue!
She wouldn't stop this now! Her pussylips were already wet with her hot cunt juices. She had to have his mouth between her legs!
Sherri kissed back with shameless passion. When their mouths slid apart briefly to allow them to suck air into their starving lungs, Sherri whispered, "I like to suck cock."
Marty nodded, accepting, and asked "Sixty-nine?"
Her green eyes flared. She nodded and sensually licked her lips with her agile, pink tongue. She was so hot she could hardly breathe fast enough, deep enough. Her tits were tingling, her nipples spikes of itchy pink heat.
She hadn't sixty-nined for a long time, since at least a year ago. The last time had been in Jack Delcy's deep-carpeted supervan, in a drive-in movie.
Sherri boldly pushed Marty flat on the bed. She unbuckled his large, oval-buckled belt and opened his slacks. She was ashamed of her eagerness. "I shouldn't ..." She discovered his cock already poking from his striped boxer shorts. An aroma of body talc rose from his open pants.
Sherri lifted his stiff cock free and was all eyes. His prick was long and thin and very white-like a bleached bone-with a nice, mauve, cherry-like cockhead. She whispered to herself, "Perfect for sucking."
When Marty responded, "I'm told I have sweet-tasting cum, too," she flushed and couldn't meet his amused blue eyes.
Then he began pulling her pantyhose down off her legs. She cooperated. She pulled his pants and shorts down to his ankles. There was a moment of hesitation for her, of being poised on a cliff, of a chance to pull back . . .
But the lure of his beautiful cock was too much. The great rage and hurt she felt at Bobby's cheating on her was too much. The lust in her body for the sweet flaming pleasure of having a hot mouth sucking her taut clit was too much.
With a small cry, Sherry pressed her mouth to Marty's waiting cock.
She kept the head of his cock in her mouth as they adjusted their positions for sixty-nine. She was on top, both hands cupping his balls, molding the warm sack, fondling his balls with curious fingers, while she buried his cock in her mouth, letting the cockhead tickle her throat.
Sherri had never admitted it to Bobby-he had never asked about her previous sexual experience-but she had been able to deep-throat some boys and young men. But only average-sized cocks . . . about six inches long, and not too fat.
She had begun, she knew, to get a reputation of sorts.
Now she wanted to deep-throat Marty. Bobby hadn't been holding back with Ella, damn him! Every thick inch of her husband's big cock had been fucking into the woman's gaping, sloppy cunt! So now every inch of Marty's cock was going to be buried in her throat. And she'd let him shoot his cum in her mouth, too!
And if Bobby walked in on them while it was happening, tough shit! Serve him right!
She felt Marty's kisses on her cuntlips as he pulled pillows under his head. She straddled his face and let him take it from there.
Seconds later, she trembled as his nose and mouth moved in her crotch and his tongue slithered between her cuntlips and tasted her oozing pussy juices. She sucked joyfully on his seven-inch cock, bobbing her head, sliding her clinging lips down the stiff prickshaft, swirling her tongue along the sensitive underside, over the super-sensitive dorsal area, over the cherry-like cockhead . . .
Sherri secretly liked sucking cock more than she admitted, even to herself. There was something deeply satisfying, something infantile, in having her mouth full of cock like this.
Sucking cock gave her a special thrill and turned her on like nothing else. And doing sixty-nine was a very special thrill, especially with a man who knew what to do and how to do it.
Marty Lang was a young man, but he knew how to fuck his tongue into her cunt. Sherri quivered with lust and pleasure as he licked her clit, delving deep into her cunt slit, laving her little clit with a slithering, pressing, darting tongue.
She moaned around her deep mouthful of his cock. She took more inches, till the small cockhead slid to the back of her throat. She almost choked and gagged, but after a few attempts, her gag reflex-was tamed.
She had to hold her breath during the deep-throat plunges, because her air passage was blocked. She had no problem. She reached with her lips down his hot, throbbing cockshaft to kiss the base of his prick.
Sherri lost herself in the interactions between her greedy mouth and her sensitized clit. Everything faded except her voracious cock-sucking and the thrilling pleasure from her pussy.
She heard Marty snuffling for air as he pressed his open mouth even tighter to her open cuntlips. Her hips pressed rhythmically up and down against his willing mouth. His fucking tongue was an incredible delight.
She moaned almost continually as she gorged her mouth and throat with his seven-inch boner. She took his cock to the base, till her upper teeth pressed against his wet blond pubic hair and her tongue slithered down to tickle his hairy balls. And her throat constricted in fluttery spasms on the head of his cock, driving him to greater efforts at eating her cunt.
They snorted, sucked air, groaned, gasped, panted . . . and sucked and licked with increasing frenzy.
Soon Sherri trembled uncontrollably as a peak rippled through her pussy. She made a high-pitched sound in her throat and wildly sucked his pulsing cock. She moaned around his long cockshaft, wanting him to come. She slurped and sucked loudly, urgently. Her fingernails dug into his thighs.
Within seconds, Sherri was rewarded. She felt the sudden tightening of his muscles, the new vibrancy of his cock, and heard the quickening of his lustful sounds as he continued to tongue-fuck her spasming cunt.
Then his cock jerked strongly and a jet of cum shot deep into her throat. She groaned with delight and passion. Her gullet spasmed reflexively again and again as its wild tightening on his cockhead further intensified his climax and provoked his deep contractions to shoot cum with greater force.
She backed off the total engulfments of his cock and, in mindless lust, used her lashing, twisting tongue to drive him to the heights of ecstasy. Her mouth was awash with syrupy, sweet-tasting jism. She loved it! Her lips tightened around his cockshaft to keep every drop of his cum.
A moment later, Sherri shuddered in the final pleasures of her orgasm. She had swallowed all of Marty's cum. She now milked his softening cock for the last oozing pearly drop. She licked cum off his cockhead and rested her head on his relaxed thigh.
She idly rubbed her tingling pussy slit against Marty's chin. She could hear him breathing deeply, sighing, as she was.
"Fantastic!" he said.
She nodded. That had indeed been fantastic. "If only Bobby would try eating pussy once in a while!" she said. "Are you sure that wasn't cheating?"
Marty chuckled. He lifted his head, licked into her juicy cunt slit from bottom to top-over her sensitive, still-swollen clit- wringing a small cry from her.
"Positive," he said.
She sighed deeply. "I never realized how much fun not cheating would be." It was a silly, flip little joke. She regretted it instantly.
Guilt and remorse settled into her mind like a cold gray cloud.
Sherri moved off Marty and silently began to dress. She didn't look at him.
He dressed, too, but with contentment.
"Ahhhhh, the Terrible Guilties are biting, eh? Well, cheer up; the more you don't cheat like this, the less they'll nip at you. Unless, of course, you need the Guilties so you can feel happily miserable. A lot of women are into that trip."
Sherri finished adjusting the silvery halter of her dress on her big white tits.
"Oh, shut up!" she snapped, and she left the bedroom.
In the hallway she stared for a few seconds at the master-bedroom door. She chewed her full lower lip with indecision.
Marty came out behind her. "Want a drink?"
"No." She moved to the entrance of the living room. "I-" She stared at the spectacle that met her eyes.
Margie was on her knees before the sectional sofa, eating one of the Rand twins. At the far end of the sectional, the other twin was being powerfully fucked by Rick Shull.
Sherri finally said to Marty, "I'm going to the apartment. Tell Bobby where I am if he ever finishes fucking Ella ... or if she ever finishes with him."
"Stay awhile. The orgy's young."
She shook her head and headed for the door.
Chapter Four
Three days later, Sherri lay panting on the bed . . . alone. She had both hands between her white, smooth thighs, three slim fingers deep in her cunt, and two on her hot little clit.
She writhed on her naked back, wrinkling the heretofore neat bedspread. Her legs were sprawled open. Her big, high-mounded tits heaved with her rapid breathing. Her stiff nipples poked high. She whimpered from intense pleasure and frustration.
She wanted Bobby! She wanted his cock fucking deeper in her squishy cunt than her probing, rubbing fingers could reach. She wanted his eager, suctioning mouth on her tingling nipples!
But they had had a fight when he finally got back to their apartment from the Langs' suite. She hadn't told him she'd seen him fucking Ella. She hadn't admitted sixty-nining with Marty. She had accused him of leaving her alone-abandoning her-to the sex-crazy Marty and Rick Shull and the twins.
Her guilt and her anger at Bobby had only increased when he had insisted he was only talking a business deal with Ella, and had told her she was too old-fashioned . . . that she should let Marty and Rick feel her a little.
She had replied hotly that those people weren't kids and expected to fuck her if she let them kiss and touch.
Bobby had shrugged and grinned and said it was only recreational sex, anyway. So why not fuck?
There had been name-calling then, and Bobby had stormed out of the apartment. He returned at dawn.
Since then, they'd barely exchanged a dozen words. He had frozen her out and she had cold-shouldered him. Neither would break down and try to make up.
Now it was late at night, and he hadn't called or come home in almost sixteen "hours.
Sherri sobbed and abruptly rolled over. She almost fell off the bed. She steadied herself with one foot on the carpet. She pulled one of the pillows from under the bedspread and pressed her face into its cool, soft whiteness.
After a minute, she became aware that the thick welt at the edge of the mattress was pressing gently into her crotch-into her loose, gooey cunt slit. And it felt . . . good!
The mattress was covered by a thin cover and a sheet, and that converted the rough-edged welt into a smooth ridge ... a ridge that tantalized her pussy as it wedged firmly between her cuntlips.
Sherri experimentally began a slow, lightly pressured fucking motion. Her wet pussy slit splayed open and the mattress edge rubbed along the full length of her juicy pink cunt flesh, especially over her distended little clit.
She gasped. She turned her head sideways on the pillow. She blew a few strands of long red hair from her face.
She licked her full lips and resumed the fucking movements. She gripped the pillow with both hands. Her green eyes fluttered open, then closed. She began breathing through her mouth.
Her beautifully rounded ass rose and fell in a graceful, sliding arc ... a little faster, now . . . faster . . .
She shivered and panted. She moaned as the sweet, hot friction drove her cunt into climax. She let her moans and whimpers come without inhibition. She didn't stop rubbing her gaping pussy slit along the mattress ridge.
Faster . . . harder! Keen thrills-almost pain-caused her to quiver and shake, to cry out, "UUUUNH! OH, SHUT! AHHHHH!"
Her pussy was getting sore, but the pleasures were so intense! One more come! One more . . . She fucked the welt frantically, sobbing now, shuddering. Her face screwed up as if in agony.
"OOOOH, GODDD! Oooooooh! UHH! UHH! UH! UH!"
She threw herself off the bed and thudded to the deeply cushioned carpet. She curled into a ball, knees to chin, and wept.
An hour later, having showered and changed the bottom sheet on the bed-there had been a foot-long wet place on the sheet over the mattress edge-Sherri sat listlessly at the breakfast table wearing only a fluffy green terry-cloth robe.
She dabbed a spoon into a container of strawberry yogurt and wondered if she would turn into a mattress-fucking freak. She was sore in her pussy slit-but she wanted to do it again!
Why didn't Bobby "Come home?
She jerked when the door chime sounded. She ran toward the door, and then realized it probably wasn't Bobby. He had a key.
It was Ella, with Marty hovering behind her. Ella smiled and asked, "Are we interrupting anything?"
Sherri looked down and saw that her robe was gaping, showing most of her lush white tits, almost gaping enough to show her pussy. She closed the robe with one hand.
"No. Oh, no . . . Bobby's been gone all day! Do you know where he is?" She stood aside and motioned them into the apartment.
As they entered, Marty smiled and winked at Sherri. He sucked his pipe stem lasciviously.
Ella looked around the small living room and dismissed it. "We came down to invite you and Bobby to come along to a movie tomorrow night. It's the premier of Alex Nepheta's newest, 'Night Passions'."
Marty added, "Then after the film we thought a few drinks at our place ..."
"Well, I don't know. I can't promise," Sherri said.
Ella said quickly, "If Bobby can't make it, we'd love to have just you."
Sherri stood pouting, angry at Bobby, and looked at Marty. His exaggerated leering grin made her laugh. "I'd love to go. With or without my husband!"
"Fine." Ella turned toward the door, then said, smiling faintly, "I hope you and Bobby didn't have a fight over that little fuck he and I had at the party ... or the sixty-nine you and Marty had?"
Sherri blinked. Marty had told Ella.
Ella touched Sherri's bare forearm with a cool, gentle hand. "Party fun has no importance. It's diversion, it's variety, it's simply . . . fun!"
Sherri smiled wryly. "I'll try to remember."
Ella's hand lingered on Sherri's arm. "Why don't you come along to our suite? Have you eaten? We can have a bite and talk. I can see you're lonely and sad here by yourself."
Sherri saw the telltale lustful glitter in Ella's eyes. And Marty's expression said it all. Sherri shook her head.
"Thanks. Another time, maybe."
They left, and she was alone again. She started back toward the kitchen and the phone rang. She moved quickly to answer it. "Hello?"
A male voice said, "Mister Robert Prentis, please."
"I'm sorry, he's not here now. Can I take a message?"
"Yes. This is Harrispn-Evans of Broadway Luxury Furnishings. We find he's three months behind in payments on the thifty-six-hundred-dollar balance on his account, and if we don't receive a payment within three business days, we will turn his account over to a collection agency. We've been very patient, but-" Sherri slammed down the receiver. She glanced at her small digital wrist watch. It was past midnight!
Where was Bobby?
Could he have run out on all the bills, all his failures? Could he have left her?
A coldness permeated Sherri. A slime of fear gathered in the pit of her stomach. She lowered her head and began to weep. Then she threw back her head, tossed her long, wavy red hair from her face, and went to her purse in the bedroom.
She dropped her door keys into the pocket of her terry-cloth robe, closed the robe properly, cinched the sash tightly, stepped into her green slippers, and left the apartment.
A moment later, Marty answered her knock at their suite. His blue eyes lit up. "Ahh! Ella, look who changed her mind."
As Sherri entered the suite she saw Ella emerge from the hallway. Ella had taken off her jeans. She came across the room wearing only an oversized T-shirt. Her crotch was barely covered. As she took long, lithe strides toward Sherri, the girl caught brief glimpses of the woman's naked, hairless pussy.
Sherri turned back to the door. "I'm sorry, I-" Ella claimed her with a lean, tanned arm around the waist. "I was just getting free of those hot nylon and cotton jeans! Come on . . . don't be shy . . . Marty, get Sherri a drink. You like screwdrivers, don't you? Marty, while you're at it, wake Margie."
Sherri let herself be led to the curving, deep-cushioned velvet sofa. She was suddenly very aware of the warmth of Ella's practically naked body, and aware that Ella's hand was loosening the sash of her robe. "I'd rather have a sandwich ..."
"I'll have Margie fix you something." Ella sat close against Sherri. Her long, bare, sinewy leg touched Sherri's shorter, milk-white, softer-fleshed leg.
Sherri said, "I didn't come over for sex fun. You said-" "We will! Don't be afraid of me, Sherri. I'm just another woman." She slipped her left hand into the girl's robe and trailed fingers over her big, jutting tits.
Sherri was astonished at Ella's boldness. She looked down, open-mouthed, and watched the woman's lean, tanned hand gently and surely push open the green terry cloth and expose her big tits. "Ella! I'm not bisexual. I've never done anything with another girl ... or a woman!" Yet, she didn't push Ella's hand away.
"Oh, Marty was right . . . such lovelies . . . " Ella smiled warmly and lightly continued tracing fingertip trails on Sherri's abundant white tit flesh. "And such tempting big nipples."
Sherri became embarrassed. Her nipples were crinkling out like pink stems. She wanted to yank her robe closed, but her arms remained at her sides. She blushed and admitted she liked the compliments. She was proud of her big white tits, and proud of her prominent nipples. And, she admitted to herself, she liked Ella's gentle touch.
A door closed somewhere in the apartment and Marty returned to the living room. He winked at Sherri and went to the bar.
"I told Margie to get her fat tits out of bed and make us some roast-beef sandwiches," he said.
Sherri felt weird. It was unreal. She was being excitingly caressed by an older woman she barely knew, while the woman's husband seemed unconcerned. Her tits were tickled delightfully by Ella's ever-moving fingertips.
Ella eased Sherri's robe off a delicate white shoulder and kissed the smooth skin. "Dear, every woman is bi at heart, if she's .honest with herself. A good, hard, big-cock fuck is wonderful . . . but so are the tenderness and sweetness of another woman's fingers and lips and tongue." She licked along the swell of Sherri's left tit toward the swollen, excited nipple. She eased the robe open.
Sherri was at war with herself. She frowned and licked her lips, seemed about to speak angrily . . . changed her mind. She looked appealingly to Marty, but he was busy making drinks, his back turned. Sherri inhaled sharply as Ella's lips took her nipple ... as Ella's hand cupped and lifted the tit to give her mouth easier access.
Sherri moaned with protest and sudden excitement. "No . . . please ... no ... " she murmured.
Ella took her mouth from the swollen, wrinkled, red nipple and smiled. "Yes, Sherri, yes. I've wanted to play with this sweet, juicy young body of yours since I first saw you- when you and Bobby moved in. Now I'm going to indulge myself."
"I don't want-" Ella cut short the girl's half-hearted protest. Ella's mouth claimed Sherri's lush mouth. Her arms shifted to an embrace.
Sherri struggled briefly, but Ella's sinewy arms were very strong. And Ella was emotionally strong. Sherri yielded before the older woman's single-minded desires. Tears welled in Sherri's eyes as she stopped struggling. Something in her character caved in and said: Yes, let it happen! Something in her soul wanted to let this strong-minded, rich woman have her Way.
And so Sherri stopped struggling, even for appearances. She whimpered and gave her mouth fully to Ella's hot, demanding kiss.
Ella made a triumphant throaty sound and lifted her head. Her eyes glowed. "Marty," she called, "she's ours!"
Then she took Sherri's soft, sweet, full-lipped mouth again. Her strong hands pulled Sherri's green robe fully open, revealing the girl's big tits in all their naked glory, the slim hips, the red-fuzzed cunt mound, the milky thighs, the moist pink pussy slit.
Once committed-once she had yielded herself - Sherri was free to indulge her own lusts. She slumped gradually lower in the deep velvet cushions. Her thighs opened loosely. Her cunt was simmering inside. She became more active in the kisses with Ella.
Ella's left hand slid down over Sherri's opulent right tit . . . down over her taut belly . . . into the warm, moist grotto of her pussy.
Sherri moaned with passion as Ella's fingers eased into her slippery cunt. She slumped even lower, her thighs opened wide. She curled an arm around Ella and clutched the woman tighter, seeking more tongue in their exciting kiss.
Ella was ruthless in her way. She worked three slim fingers deep into the girl's hot, juicy cunt. Her thumb rotated on Sherri's hardened little clit.
Sherri loved it. Her loins were alive, hips lifting, swiveling. This was almost as good as being fucked! Maybe better, in a way. Her clit was radiating pleasure with lightning bolts of sensation.
She was vaguely aware of Marty bringing drinks to the sofa. She opened her green eyes and saw him standing, smiling, three tall drinks on a tray . . . and a big hard-on tenting his pants.
He placed the tray on the oval coffee table and started to undress. A minute later he was naked-a tall, thin, blond young man with shaggy hair and a seven-inch cock that stood up at a high angle, jerking visibly, the prick-head like a succulent cherry.
Ella was aware of him, too. She pulled free of Sherri's clinging arms, slid her fingers from Sherri's clenching cunt, and reached for one of the drinks.
"Ahhh, my rum sour." Ella drank deeply.
She inclined her head toward Sherri. She smacked her lips. - "Fuck her," she said to Marty.
"I liked what you were doing!" Sherri complained.
"You'll like what Marty does even better."
Marty knelt between Sherri's wide-open thighs. He handed her a tall screwdriver. "Don't move . . . that's a good position."
Sherri was slumped so low in the soft velvet cushions that her ass hung over the edge of the sofa. She thought she knew what he was about to do. She took a deep swallow of her drink and rested the cold base of the glass in the soft gorge between her big, mounded tits.
Marty took a big slug from his Tom Collins and prankishly pressed the glass between her thighs, to the hot, pouting, glistening lips of her cunt.
"Oooo!" Sherri's belly jumped and knotted. Her thighs twitched. "No fair!" She tried to lean forward to press her glass against his rigid, pulsing cock, but he blocked it.
He put his glass on the table. He hooked his forearms under her knees and lifted her thighs as he edged forward. He said, grinning, "Eating isn't cheating, but fucking is. What's the equation in your mind now? Tit for tat?"
Sherri took another big swallow of her drink. "I don't give a damn any more. Fuck me if you want to!"
Marty knelt between her upraised thighs, his cockhead wobbling against her drooling cuntlips. "Do you really want me to fuck you?"
Sherri groped for Ella's hand and gripped it. "Yes! Fuck me! I want to come!"
"You will, dear. Many times," Ella said, smiling.
Marty gave a flick of his hips and his cock sank into Sherri's cunt with swift, slick ease. Another fuck-thrust and his cock was totally buried, pressing gently, tantalizingly, far up in her fuck-hole, where it tingled a special, sensitive inner cunt mouth.
Sherri closed her eyes. "Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me ... " Marty did just that! But it was like a surgical performance. His hips swiveled and thrust as if independent of his thighs and upper body . . , as if his loins were mounted on ball bearings.
His arms held her legs high and wide and his seven-inch cock fucked into her pussy as if it was part of a machine.
There was no passion in his performance at first, only precision fucking. But it was affecting Sherri.
She half lay in the cushions as if drugged. Her tits ached with lust, and her nipples tingled. Her pussy was a swamp of pleasures. Her belly jumped each time he smacked his long cock in to the hilt. Flares of ecstasy radiated to her toes, to her fingertips. She shivered and shuddered with each fuck-plunge, each swift impact of his hard belly with her soft, juicy cunt gash.
She came with a long, gasping wail. She panted and writhed, and gripped Ella's hand with unconscious strength.
Sherri wasn't really aware of Margie's appearance with a large tray of sandwiches and condiments. She only vaguely heard Ella give instructions to the plump, black-haired girl. Sherri saw that Margie was stark naked, her enormous tits wobbling heavily as she moved, her soft flesh quivering on thighs, belly, ass.
Sherri was in a private world of intense climax. She panted furiously, her face pale, her tits heaving. Her wails quieted. Her belly jumped and knotted less often. She took deep, quavering breaths.
Marty gritted his teeth, still fucking her like a machine. "Not for me! I'm going to shoot . . . my . . . guts . . . out . . . in . . . your . . . cunt!" Each word was punctuated by a solid seven-inch fuck-thrust into her squishy pussy slit.
His cock expanded and lengthened as he neared climax. He stared down at her red-curled cunt as he fucked his cock into her fuck-hole faster and harder.
Sherri twisted in his grip, trying to flail her legs free, trying to get away from his relentless fucking.
"Make him stop!" she begged Ella. "Why?"
Sherri was flushed, mouth wide open, eyes staring. Her head lolled from side to side. "Oh, God, I'm coming . . . coming again!"
Ella watched, amused, as Sherri spasmed and screamed raggedly as she reached another wild peak of sensation.
Marty was sweating. His face was beaded, and rivulets of sweat ran down his back, down his belly to mingle with the fuck-juices from her milking cunt. He almost came then, when she was taken by her second climax. But he slowed and rested and let his pleasure boil like lava waiting for a chance to erupt. He kept on fucking his cock into her deep cunt, feeling her pussy squeeze and spasm and tremble.
He had great discipline, and he knew what Ella wanted.
Sherri whimpered, "It is cheating. I'm even with Bobby now. Let me go. Please ..."
Ella shook her head. "No, dear. Bobby was very good to me that night. I came a half dozen times, at least. He has real stamina."
"I don't care!"
"We care." Ella nodded to Marty. Then she said to Margie, "Get ready."
Marty began fucking Sherri again, hard and fast, fucking deep, shocking her, making her big tits jiggle. He was going to go all the way this time. "Oh, God, no ... I don't want it again!" Sherri moaned.
Ella said sharply, commandingly, "Oh, shut up, girl! Of course you want it! Stop pretending! You're not fooling anybody. You love fucking and you know it."
Sherri's eyes widened. She sobbed helplessly. She knew Ella was right. Ella was mistress here. Ella was stronger than any of them.
Sherri's skin was glistening with a sheen of perspiration. She sensed Marty couldn't hold back much longer. Then it would be over. Then she could escape . . .
Sherri felt Marty's cock getting bigger again, felt his prick kissing more firmly that deep inner mouth in her cunt, and felt the sudden, sparkling, breathless surge of irresistible pleasure as her swollen, super-sensitive clit was smacked hard.
She welcomed this climax! Marty was savage in his fuck-thrusts now. He was growling, moaning hoarsely, gripping her thighs with hands of steel.
He lost rhythm! He grunted and sounded like a man in agony!
She felt the hot jets of his cum bathing the clenching, spasming walls of her cunt. The syrupy kiss of his cockhead in her pussy guts made her entire body tremble. She shuddered and writhed, wracked by overwhelming blasts of orgasmic pleasures.
She was barely conscious when Marty pulled his cock out at last. He fell back flat on the carpet, breathing deeply, his cock long and wet and soft between his lean thighs.
"Now, Margie!" Ella said.
The plump, naked girl had been squatting to one side, watching. She pounced on Marty. Her pig-tailed head swooped down and she scooped his limp, dripping cock into her thick-lipped mouth and took its rapidly softening length to the base, her tongue working cunningly, eagerly.
Marty's hips jerked at the keen sensations provoked by her cock-sucking. He gritted his teeth. "That's . . . enough!"
"She's just cleaning you off, dear," Ella said.
Inch by inch, Margie's working, sucking mouth yielded Marty's pliant, withering cock. His prick emerged glistening wet and clean. The girl swallowed the accumulation of saliva mixed with cum and cunt juices. She turned hot, begging dark eyes to Ella. Ella smiled and nodded. Margie, still kneeling on the carpet, turned and quickly eased head and shoulders between Sherri's naked, slightly quivering thighs. Her open, sensual, wet lips fastened hungrily to Sherri's gaping, leaking cunt.
Sherri had been lying quietly, in a state of pulsing lethargy, eyes closed, waiting for her body to stop tingling from the series of climaxes Marty's incredible fucking had forced her through.
Now, Sherri gasped and jerked as she felt Margie's mouth, and felt the girl's agile tongue delving into her cunt, lapping deep to get as much of Marty's cum as possible.
Sherri's green eyes flew open. "Uhhh! No-stop that! Stop that!" She tried to push Margie's head away.
"Let her do it, dear!" Ella commanded.
"She's only obeying my orders. Let her have her fun." " "Fun?" Sherri stopped trying to push the girl's head away. The acute initial sensations' were gone now. Her cunt felt exhausted ... as if its capacity for pleasure had been drained. She felt Margie's tongue numbly. The tickling, tingling was now gone.
Sherri said, "I want to leave. I'm going back to my apartment."
"Oh, no. I promised you something to eat. Margie made sandwiches. There's cookies ..." She waved toward the tray Margie had brought. "Just as soon as Margie's finished licking and sucking your cunt."
Sherri frowned as she watched Margie's face pressed so tightly to her cunt, and continued to feel the deep-probing tongue. "This is . . . this is kind of sick," Sherri said.
Ella only smiled.
Marty had watched Margie eating Sherri's pussy for a moment, then gotten to his feet, gathered his clothes, and left the room. He returned a moment later, wearing a silky maroon robe.
Margie began to lick Sherri's outer cuntlips, and her small pink clit. Sherri's clit, rested for a few moments, was sensitive again. It responded with a quick surge of growth to rounded tautness. Her clit was ready to be tortured to climax again.
"No-that's enough!" Sherri said. She turned to Ella. "Please?"
Ella had noted the small leap of Sherri's stomach when Margie had licked her clit. But she nodded and said, "Margie, serve us sandwiches now."
Margie obeyed, drawing away from the V of Sherri's soft white thighs-She licked her heavy red lips sensually, swallowed, stood, and presented the serving tray first to Ella, then Marty, finally to Sherri.
Sherri had drawn her green terry-cloth robe closed and cinched the sash tight. She crossed her legs. She took a fat roast-beef sandwich from the tray, added a bit of mustard, and mumbled a thank you to Margie.
The plump girl smiled a private smile and placed the tray on the nearby coffee table. Still blatantly naked, her enormous tits wobbling and swaying, she settled cross-legged to the carpet to await further orders from Ella.
Ella said, chewing, washing down a mouthful of sandwich with her drink, "It seems everyone has had pleasure except me. Who's going to make me come?" She turned slightly to look at Sherri.
Sherri frowned. She chewed slowly. The delicious sandwich had lost its taste. A new dread made the few bites she had chewed and swallowed a sickening lump in her stomach.
"I think I'd better go home."
Ella leaned closer. She slipped her right arm around Sherri's shoulders. "I'd like you to help me, dear."
"I'm not gay or bisexual or . . . I've never gone down on a woman."
"Then you should try cunt-sucking. It's not much different from sucking off a man. It's easier."
Marty volunteered, "It didn't bother her when she sucked my cock the other night. She likes cum . . . just like Margie."
Sherri flinched. "Not like her! Not secondhand cum!"
Ella caressed Sherri's soft, smooth shoulder. "We'll use a vibrator this time. You'll do that for me, won't you, dear?" She signaled to Margie.
The girl rose and left the room.
Sherri asked, "You mean . . . just use a vibrator on you? That's all you want me to do?"
Ella kissed Sherri's neck, then the base of her throat. "Um-hmm. It would give me an added thrill if you'd do it." She turned Sherri's head gently but firmly and kissed her on the mouth.
Sherri at first avoided Ella's tongue . . . tried to end the kiss . . . but ended accepting the exciting intrusion and using her own tongue to play games.
Ella ended the passionate kiss. Her left hand was roaming freely over Sherri's lush white tits, teasing the nipples into renewed stiffness.
Sherri looked down and saw her robe was wide open again. She tried to make a bargain. "If I do it for you . . . can I go back to my apartment then?"
Ella smiled and nodded. "But let's finish our food and drink first."
Margie came back into the room, carrying an ornate little wooden chest with brass fittings. She knelt and placed it on Ella's lap.
Sherri stopped chewing a new bite of her sandwich when she saw the obscene carvings in the wood top and sides of the chest. The scenes showed intertwined women and girls-some shockingly young-in endless daisy chains, each using a dildo or vibrator on another. Some used both hands to penetrate cunt and asshole with large and small implements.
"Where did you get that?" Sherri asked.
"Oh, I had a starving young artist make it for me. She's very good. As a matter of fact, she lives downstairs in 9-F with some other artists. She's not starving any more."
Ella opened the chest and displayed a red velvet lining and a top tray of torpedo-shaped pink vibrators of various sizes; the largest was at least a foot long and thick as her wrist-a monster! The smallest was six inches and proportionately thin. There was a separate battery pack and fine wires and tiny connecting plugs.
Ella said, "These are the finest toys on the market. They're made in a little shop down the street, believe it or not. A very exclusive, appointment-only sex boutique for the very wealthy."
Sherri was impressed, amused and a little appalled. "What's under the top tray?"
Ella lifted the tray and showed her. Anal attachments, wildly bizarre ticklers, sheaths, and a strange dildo with an accordion-like base and what looked like hip or thigh straps.
Ella took it out and handed it to Sherri. "I call this The Widow's Delight." She watched Sherri expectantly as Sherri curiously examined the thing.
There was a plug in the base for power. Suddenly, Sherri's eyes widened as she understood. The straps held the dildo in place once a few inches of the rubber cock had been inserted into the wearer's cunt. When the power was turned on the device lengthened . . . surged deep into the cunt . . . then retreated . . . surged. A no-work fuck dildo.
Ella laughed. "Want to try it? It has a variable depth of fuck-thrust and a variable speed control. It's very, very satisfying to a woman who doesn't want to bother with the time-consuming and messy social aspects of fucking with a man. No sweat, no cum, no crushing weight, no coming before you do, no ego, no force . . .just pure fucking pleasure . . . as long as you want."
Sherri handed it back. "Bobby takes care of me very nicely."
"Except lately." Ella patted Sherri's thigh and replaced the special dildo in its velvet-lined nest. She handed the largest, thickest vibrator to Sherri. "I want you to use this one in my cunt. I've . . . outgrown the others over the years."
She took the power pack from the chest and plugged in the thin, three-foot wire to the vibrator. She handed the power pack to Sherri.
"That switch there controls the intensity of the vibration. Vary it as you think I might like it, or think of yourself as a therapist ... an artist at inducing orgasms in a woman like me."
Sherri took the monster prick tentatively. She didn't want to do this. But she switched on the power and felt the life-like pink plastic cock begin to hum. The vibration was faint.
Ella was smiling. She pulled up her long T-shirt and eased it over her head and off. She threw it to Margie. She slumped lower and opened her slim, tanned thighs. She caressed her body briefly, smiling with sensual pleasure, then encircled Sherri's waist and urged her still closer.
"Kiss me and arouse me first . . . then fuck me with the dildo!"
Sherri frowned, bit her lip, started to say no. She hefted the giant vibrator-feeling its weight and size-and suddenly wanted to punish this arrogant, rich, snotty, domineering woman! She wanted to really shove this buzzing artificial horse-cock into Ella's cunt and make her squeal! Make her beg her to stop! Ella had started this . . . and Sherri wanted to finish it.
Sherri found herself smiling, too. She bent over Ella's wiry, lean nakedness and kissed the woman's waiting, warm, lustful mouth. As she played tongue games, she let the tip of the long vibrator slide along Ella's inner thighs. She avoided her hairless cunt.
After a few minutes, Sherri was becoming aroused, herself, from the passionate kisses. She was getting used to being kissed by a woman-and in turn kissing a woman-and the results were almost the same as if Bobby was kissing her.
Sherri played the humming tip of the foot-long vibrator over Ella's nipples, making the woman even more excited, making the puffed nipples even larger and more sensitive.
Sherri knew both Marty and Margie were watching. She dismissed Margie as of no consequence. She saw Marty lounging in a nearby chair, sipping his drink, a faint smile on his lips.
Sherri began licking Ella's nipples experimentally, then sucking on them.
In turn, Ella touched Sherri intimately-a cupped hand on a full tit ... an inquisitive finger sliding over and into sticky cuntlips . . . a flicked, turgid pink nipple . . .
Sherri was as hot as Ella after five minutes of this mutual foreplay. Especially when Ella insinuated three slippery fingers into Sherri's juicy cunt.
Sherri was panting as she kissed Ella in an open-mouthed, moaning, tongue-filled embrace and found Ella's juicy, loose cuntlips with the tip of the huge vibrator. As their passionate kiss continued, Sherri pressed the tip of the rubber cock into the gaping pink cunt slit . . . over the glossy, grape-like clit . . . down to the small, fluctuating inner pink fuck-hole.
Ella seemed to signal Sherri. Her three bunched fingers, sloppy with Sherri's cunt juice, drove as deeply as possible into Sherri's cunt. Her thumb came into play on Sherri's hot clit.
Sherri panted and caught her breath and pushed the thick, buzzing, artificial cock deep into Ella's welcoming cunt.
Ella grunted as the humming cock invaded her pussy. Her left arm tightened around Sherri's neck. Her mouth became wildly greedy in the kiss. Her fingers fucked Sherri with twisting, jabbing skill.
Sherri shivered with lust. She was close to coming! She had gripped the twelve-inch vibrator near the end, and now shoved it in till her thumb and forefinger were pressing into the gaping, juicy petals of Ella's cuntlips.
Sherri twisted the vibrator as if drilling, and switched to a stronger level of vibration.
Ella tore her mouth free and whispered fiercely, "Yes, that's it! Good! You're fucking me good!"
Sherri was trembling on the verge of coming. Ella's fingers and thumb were driving her over the edge. Sherri sobbed against Ella's shallow breasts and in turn drove the vibrator hard and deep into the woman's spasming cunt. Ella's big clit was squashed repeatedly by the twisting, powerful fuck-thrusts and impacts.
Ella sucked air and hissed with delight. Her taut belly flexed and knotted. She shuddered and climaxed, becoming a writhing, quivering animal. Her cunt tightened down on the thick, fucking, buzzing dildo, making it very hard for Sherri to pull it almost out and shove it back in all the way.
Sherri's arm was almost exhausted. Using the vibrator in Ella's cunt was hard work. And Ella seemed to want to be fucked this way forever.
Sherri moved to allow her other arm to take up the work. She discovered it was easier to use both hands to grip the slippery end of the vibrator. Ella's oozing pussy secretions were covering the entire dildo, her hands . . . smearing Ella's inner thighs . . . drooling onto the velvet upholstery of the sofa.
Sherri found the best position to do the job was on her knees on the floor, kneeling between Ella's long, slim, tanned thighs.
This position made it impossible for Ella's hand to reach Sherri's tingling, juicy cunt. But Sherri only wanted to get the task completed. She hunched forward between Ella's sprawled, jerking legs and grunted with effort as she drove the long, thick, strongly pulsing cock-shaft into the gaping, spasming, juicing cunt. She twisted the massive dildo, and altered the angle of thrust . . . made figure-eight patterns with the butt end ... but always drove the buzzing monster prick all the way into Ella's pussy. All the way in till her gripping fists slapped wetly against the woman's open pink cunt slit, until the flushed, plump, grape-like clit was smacked hard.
Ella's big, swollen clit fascinated Sherri. It bulged out between the pink, glistening cuntlips over the engorged cuntmouth, curving down and out on a short little stem . . . just like a miniature cock. It was about a half-inch long.
Sherri stared at the woman's clit as she worked, watched it seem to welcome the pounding from her slick fingers.
Ella lay writhing, quivering, shuddering. She reached out blindly and gripped Sherri's naked shoulders with strong, digging hands.
"Suck-suck my clit-suck it! SUCK IT!"
Her hands suddenly curled to the back of Sherri's slim neck and pulled. One hand curled steel-like claws into Sherri's scalp and clenched a handful of the girl's long red hair.
Sherri's head was pulled forward and down. She screamed with pain and reluctance. The long rubber cock slid out of Ella's tight, squeezing cunt and fell to the carpet as Sherri struggled to push and pull away from her incredibly strong grip.
Suddenly, Marty was on his knees behind Sherri, using his man's strength and weight to force her to do Ella's bidding. "Do it, Sherri! You'll like it! It's just like sucking a man's cock. SUCK HER CLIT!"
Sherri was weeping from the pain of her pulled hair and from a feeling of helplessness and outrage. Now her face was being pressed against Ella's hot, slippery, gaping pussy slit. The loose cuntlips seemed to open and kiss her mouth.
Ella panted, "It won't be for long, dear! Just for a minute! I know you'll be good at it! Do it, Sherri! SUCK MET' Sherri whimpered and couldn't speak. Her face was being rubbed in gooey, warm pussy juice, rubbed against flushed pinkness, against hot, slick cunt flesh. Her tightly pursed lips were pressing into the yielding opening of Ella's empty cunt. The hot cuntmouth spasmed against her lips.
Sherri didn't really object to sucking Ella's tempting clit-she just didn't like being forced. She was actually curious and a little eager to eat pussy. But to be treated this way!
Marty whispered in her ear, "Why not? Why fight? Why make such a big deal of it? Suck her clit! She'll make you glad you did."
Sherri gave in. She struggled to reach the distended clit with her lips. Both Ella and Marty sensed her intent. Some of their over- whelming pressure eased. She snorted for air and freed her nose of the heated, yielding, musky cunt flesh. She drew a deep breath and opened her full, luscious lips to enclose the protruding, vibrant clit.
Ella sighed and moaned with pleasure and triumph. Her fingers relaxed in Sherri's abundant, wavy red hair.
"Suck my clit! There-like that! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!"
Sherri drew the stiff, plump little fingerlet into her mouth and sucked hard with clamped lips and stabbing, suctioning tongue.
She discovered in herself a similar feeling to when she sucked a cock: sensory pleasure-a liking for the feel of it in her mouth-and a shivery desire to give pleasure, to be the powerful one, the doer, the actual dominant partner.
She stopped licking and sucking for a few seconds.
"More! Don't stop!" Ella demanded.
Sherri resumed, smiling as she sucked the miniature cock. She felt Marty's weight and strength leave her back and shoulders and arms. He continued kneeling behind her, and now his hands roamed down over her protruding, rounded, velvety white ass . . . in between her thighs . . . into her crotch . . . into the simmering, pouting lips of her cunt . . . up to the ticklish, exposed tiny brown puckering of her asshole.
A fingertip teased her asshole, and Sherri wiggled her ass in delicious torment. She sucked more fervently on Ella's swollen clit. She felt Ella's thighs tremble against her ears. Ella emitted a heartfelt, quavering, "Ahhhh . . . " and her belly clenched and ridged dramatically. She was gasping loudly, climaxing gloriously.
Sherri liked the feel of Ella's reaction to her clit-sucking. She shivered with a strange satisfaction, and shivered with mixed sensations as Marty's finger penetrated her spasming little asshole and finger-fucked her ass.
Sherri knelt, head low, hearing the muted buzzing of the big dildo-vibrator on the carpet near her head, and flushed with embarrassment as she let Marty finger-fuck her to an ever-higher state of lust.
Above her, on the sofa, Ella stretched luxuriously, sighed, and pulled her legs up to get a better view. "Ah, do you like a finger in your ass, dear?" she asked.
Sherri didn't answer. She rested her forehead on her arm on the carpet and squirmed her ass, almost lost in a steamy excitement that was making her cunt itch for fucking.
Abruptly, she twisted around and scrambled to her feet. Marty's finger popped out of her ass. For an instant, she was sorry it was gone. She closed her robe.
"All right, you've had your fun!"
"And didn't you?" Ella asked.
Sherri couldn't deny it. She flushed and wanted to cry. If only Bobby had come home! Where was he?
"Come on, sit down and finish your sandwich," Marty said.
"No, I-" Someone knocked on the door of the Langs' suite.
Marty got to his feet and went to the door. "Who is it?"
"Bobby Prentis. Sorry to bother you. But is Sherri there?"
Before Marty could respond, Sherri called loudly, "Yes! I'll be right out."
She went quickly to the door. She opened it only enough to squeeze out. She didn't want Bobby to see the others naked.
"Thank you for the sandwich and . . . things."
As she closed the door quickly, she heard Ella call, "Our pleasure, dear."
Sherri led Bobby back to their apartment. She was suddenly furious at him.
Chapter Five
Sherri and Bobby sat silent in the back seat of Ella's BMW sedan as they returned from seeing the new film, "Night Passions."
Marty drove. Ella turned in the front seat and asked, "What did you two think of it? Isn't Nepheta a great director?"
Bobby said, "It's okay if you like kinky stuff." He was sullen. The freeze was still on between him and Sherri.
Sherri had been turned on by the many bondage and cock-sucking scenes. Her cunt was still simmering, wetting her panties. She was afraid her tight yellow pants would show a damp spot in the crotch when they got out of the car.
"Kinky is in now; it's normal," Ella said.
Bobby said, "If it gets to be normal, nobody'll have babies any more. The human race'll die out-kinked to death."
Marty laughed. "Not to worry. The lower classes will always fuck their brains out and produce their usual crops of workers and cannon fodder."
Sherri objected, "That's a very contemptuous attitude-" Ella laughed. "Let's not get serious, dear. I don't feel like a session of cruel realities versus bleeding-heart liberalism."
Sherri sat stiff and angry, her lips stiff and tight, green eyes glaring. "Excuse me for breathing."
Ella shook her head good-naturedly. "I thought Nepheta's slow dissolves and those sudden action cuts were marvelously effective. He never quite showed everything."
Sherri had to say, "Yes, he did-in brief spurts."
Ella smiled as they drove into the guarded underground parking garage for their apartment building. "Let's all go up to my suite and have a drink or two, and some snacks, and some fun."
Bobby said, too quickly, "Yeah! Good idea!"
Marty guided the expensive car into the reserved parking slot near the elevator. "Margie should have everything ready."
Five minutes later they all entered Ella's luxurious suite. Margie awaited their pleasure. She wore a pajama set of hot pink satin. The top was held up by thin pink spaghetti straps and was cut deep into a lacy V that revealed the fat inner halves of her enormous, jutting tits. Her big nipples poked out against the slick satin in a manner that drew the eye. The seductive, fleshy wobbling and quaking of her huge, ripe tits was a further attention-grabber.
Margie served drinks immediately. She knew the preference of everyone.
Bobby began wolfing down the cheese canapes. "Any more of these in the kitchen?"
Ella smiled, "Come with me, you hungry boy. We'll see what's in the fridge. Didn't you have any dinner?"
Sherri watched them leave the room. She heard Bobby say, "Naw, we didn't have time for supper."
She held the tall, cold screwdriver Margie had just handed her. She turned to Marty, who had a vodka collins and was nibbling a pretzel. "Are they going to end up fucking in the bedroom again?"
Marty said, "Yes, and no, probably. Yes, Bobby'll fuck her. No, probably not in the big bedroom. Probably here, during our little orgy." He reached over and patted the spectacular slope of Margie's tit. "Sorry, girl. How could I forget you?"
Margie smiled tremulously and kept her large, dark eyes downcast.
Sherri said coldly, "Oh? Right in front of me? What am I supposed to be doing while my husband fucks your wife?"
Marty smiled sardonically. "I could fuck you ... or Margie could suck your cunt ... or Margie and I could do incredibly erotic things with you simultaneously. The possibilities are intriguing."
"I'm sure!" Sherri turned away and went out onto the balcony. The cool night air felt good. She felt trapped. She felt lured. She felt angry and resentful and manipulated. And, under all, the surface turmoil, she felt aroused . . . she wanted to come again from Marty's incredible fucking. She wanted to feel Margie's mouth and tongue slithering on and in her cunt!
Sherri took a deep, shaky breath. She had entered the apartment carrying her small, yellow leather purse to conceal her wet crotch.
She re-entered the big living room and saw Marty playing with Margie's pussy. The girl's pajama bottoms were down to her ankles and her plump legs were wide open at the knees. Marty was casually working two fingers in her black-fuzzed, juicy-wet cunt.
"I'm going down to our apartment to change," Sherri said.
Marty asked, "Be back?"
"Oh, yes! I wouldn't miss all the adultery-to-come for the world!" She let herself out and a moment later fished her key from her purse and let herself into her apartment. She quickly peeled off her yellow pants, then stepped out of her yellow bikini panties and threw them in the dirty-clothes hamper. Her cunt still simmered . . . still oozed hot, sticky pussy juices.
She pressed absorbent tissues to her crotch and whispered, "Damn you, Bobby!" She needed him! And he was going to waste a fuck-a big, hard-on and a cum-on Ella!
Sherri stripped naked and put on a zip-front red print mu-mu.
As she walked out of the apartment and along the corridor to the elevator, her bare feet sinking into the deep green carpeting, her large, white tits swaying, nipples grazing the printed cotton, her upper thighs became slick from her drooling, tingling cunt. Sherri vowed that if Bobby actually had the gall to fuck Ella Lang before her eyes-that old, stringy bitch!-then she'd put on a show for Bobby he'd never forget!
Sherri emerged from the elevator on the Langs' floor and didn't hesitate. She tried the ornate door, found it locked and knocked.
Margie let her in. Margie had a hot look in her eyes and wore only the pink satin pajama top.
Ella and Bobby were sitting very close on the sofa. Marty was nowhere in sight. Bobby's clothes were awry, his fly only halfway zipped up.
Bobby sprang to his feet and came to Sherri. "Hey, there you are!" His grin was false. "Come on out onto the balcony for a minute."
Sherri followed him out through the sliding doors. He led her to the far corner. He turned, smiling a shit-eating smile. "You naked under that?" He fondled her body, feeling for a bra or panties. "Great! Listen, I'm sorry I was late last night. I was all the way to Gordonville on a call, and it took me three hours to drive back."
"Is that why we're out here-so you could tell me that?"
"No. Ahhh . . . listen, honey, I borrowed a thousand dollars the other night-at the party-" "The orgy, you mean!"
"-from Ella. Yeah, okay, orgy . . . and I just borrowed another thousand, so . . ."
Sherri waited, silent, making him say it.
". . . so, well, it's just, you know, fun sex. It doesn't mean anything! Ella and Marty get their kicks this way . . .with new couples. I still love you, honey. Nothing's going to change that." He tried to kiss Sherri.
She met his lips, but it was a cool, awkward, emotionless kiss for both of them.
"What does that thousand buy?" she asked.
"Well, it'll pay the damned rent, put some food in the fridge, and-" "I mean, from you. From me. What kind of tricks do we turn to earn it? Do I get the privilege of watching you fuck our benefactress?"
"Well . . . yeah, maybe ... if she-" "And are you going to watch me suck Marty's cock? Maybe Our Lady of the Big Bucks will ask me to go down on Margie. Is that okay with you, honey?"
"Sherri, for Christ's sake! It's only recreational sex! It's only having fun!"
Sherri swallowed rage and fear and sadness through a tight throat. Tears almost welled in her eyes. "Well, then, let's go inside and have a LOT of FUN!" She ran into the living room.
Marty was just entering from the hallway. He wore a blue zip-front jumpsuit. His cock was outlined, hanging down the inside right pant leg.
Sherri ran to him and pressed against him. She stage-whispered, "Want to get this orgy off the blocks? Want me to suck your nice, white cock?"
She didn't wait for an answer. She sank to her knees before him and as she did so, pulled his zipper down. She heard Bobby entering the room and sliding shut the balcony doors. Good!
She pulled open Marty's jumpsuit and kissed the blond fuzz of ringlets above his cock. She gently reached in and lifted out his hardening prick. He smelled of body talc and lime body lotion.
Sherri looked up at Marty and saw him peering down at her, a quizzical expression on his handsome young face. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
She scooped the cherry-like head of his cock into her mouth and sucked on his prick.
Behind her, she heard Ella's pleased laugh. "What a nice example! Bobby, why don't you get undressed now? Margie, help me get this dress off."
Marty's cock hardened and lengthened and thickened dramatically in Sherri's greedy mouth. She swooped her lips forward, clinging them tightly, wetly, to his vibrant prick. She admitted to herself again that she really enjoyed sucking a nice, hard, throbbing cock.
If only Bobby would let her suck his cock more often!
Marty's hands played in Sherri's long, wavy red hair. His swaying hips fucked his long cock deep into her mouth.
Sherri took his cock into her throat, till her gag reflex was triggered briefly. Soon, the constant deep buttings allowed her to quell the reflex and take his prick even deeper. She drove her lovely face forward to press against his belly, her full-lipped mouth wide open, her mouth and throat full of his seven inches of bone-hard cock.
She heard Ella say admiringly, "Isn't Sherri something! Does she deep-throat you, Bobby? All this thick hard cockmeat?"
Bobby said, "Naw ... I don't like cock-sucking."
"What? Well, we'll have to show you what beautiful sensations you've been missing. Come to Ella ..."
"I really like fucking better."
Sherri eased her mouth off Marty's long, throbbing prick. She turned her head to look over to the sofa. She saw Bobby standing, legs wide and solid, stripped to his undershirt, his long, fat cock sticking out from his soft-contoured loins. Ella-knelt before him in only a pair of white lace bikini panties, her hands resting possessively on the backs of his thighs.
"You'll like this better when I'm through with you," Ella said.
Her strong, tanned hand slid around and grasped his heavy cockshaft. Her other hand joined it in a two-handed baseball-bat grip. She teased the large, purplish cockhead with her flickering tongue tip.
"You were doing something a minute ago," Marty said. He turned Sherri's head with strong hands and poked his cock at her mouth. She avoided his cockhead.
"Lie down . . . please ... so I can suck your cock and watch them," she said.
Marty smiled and cooperated. In seconds he had shucked his jumpsuit and taken four strides to stand close beside Bobby. He crooked a finger at Sherri. "How about this? Even better."
At first, Sherri wanted to refuse. But she saw Bobby watching her, saw the slight nod of his head and the hope in his eyes.
She flushed and then thought: Damn him! He engineered this orgy! He took money for this! Now he's going to get a gutful of seeing his wife fuck and suck anything in sight!
Sherri deliberately crawled on her hands and knees to Marty. She kissed his feet, his ankles, his knees, his thighs and finally-gloriously aware that Bobby was watching-she licked along the underside of Marty's throbbing, jumping cock, and kissed the prickhead, making a happy "Mmmm!" sound as she licked off a big drop of pre-cum that had emerged from the cum hole.
She slowly, erotically, tantalizingly fitted the silky, mauve cockhead between her sexy lips. She sucked noisily, wetly on his prick.
She directed her green-eyes gaze upward as she sucked, to see the mesmerized stare of her husband.
She glanced sideways and saw Ella engulfing the fat, purplish head of Bobby's huge cock. Ella's clever hands were slowly teasing the skin of his thick cockshaft to and fro. Her eyes were closed, her lean, tanned body leaning forward as she knelt, her shallow breasts jiggling freely from the slight motion of her arms, her puffed red nipples grazing Bobby's heavy thighs.
Sherri decided to give Bobby a real show! She knew exactly what she would do!
She concentrated on sucking Marty's cock the best way she knew how. And she was deep-throating his prick.
She caressed Marty's belly and thighs as she slid greedy lips down his bony cocklance. She fluttered her tongue constantly along the underside, especially on the acutely sensitive area along the underside of the cockhead.
She had decided she was going to let Bobby see Marty's cum splash onto her face!
Sherri cupped Marty's balls gently in her left hand. She slid her right hand around on his hip to his taut, tightly muscled ass. She tickled into his ass crack and found his asshole.
Marty jerked as she drilled her finger into his ass. She was almost taking all of his long, throbbing cock into her mouth and throat now.
She moaned in anticipation as her clinging, juicy lips greedily extended to taste the talc and sweat in his curly blond pubic hair. Her throat spasmed around his cockhead and subtly milk- ed his cock. She drew her head back till her lips were kissing the pricktip, then she plunged forward, filling her mouth with cock, forcing his cockhead past her uvula, into the socket at the back of her throat . . .
Sherri felt trembling begin in Marty's thighs. She began finger-fucking his tight asshole, sliding her finger in shit juice.
She grasped his superhard cock at the base with her left hand and plunged her head fast to kiss the cock-encircling fingers. Her tongue was lashing around the sensitive areas of his cock, driving him to the brink of coming.
Sherri looked up and saw Bobby concentrating on watching Ella suck more and more of his eight inches of prick into her mouth. He was open-mouthed, breathing fast, fascinated.
Marty was gasping, literally shaking, beginning to hunch slightly. His hands drifted to Sherri's head, to hold her in place.
But Sherri took her mouth off his ready-to-spurt cock and said, "Bobby! Watch!"
She saw the shift of his eyes, the subtle change of expression to an emotion she couldn't read. Then she darted her head forward to suck Marty over the brink.
She felt the first powerful pulse in the base of his cock-in the sudden tightening of his asshole on her steadily fucking finger-and she jerked her head back. She held his vibrant cock like a long white nozzle, aiming his prick at her eyes.
The first spurt of his cum splattered on her cheek just below her right eye.
The second spurt of cum hit her forehead like a small water bomb. Sherri shouted gleefully and opened her mouth to receive further jets of Marty's cum. She began pumping his pulsing cock with her hand. He was sobbing, swaying on quivering legs.
Sherri tasted the succeeding, weaker jets of viscous white jism on her tongue. She smiled and ostentatiously tasted Marty's cum, working it in her mouth, and finally swallowing. Dribbles of cum crept down her face, into her eyes.
She laughed and popped Marty's cock into her mouth to get the last drops of his cum.
She had seen Bobby's shocked expression-the narrow-eyed disbelief, the revulsion. It made her glow. The bastard! This was only the beginning.
Sherri finished sucking Marty and flopped backwards onto the carpet. She smiled up at Bobby. He was pale, eyes wide. She knew her face was gooey and spattered with rivulets of drying jism.
Ella had stopped sucking on Bobby's huge cock. Her eyes glittered with anger. "What's going on, Sherri?"
"Nothing. Marty just went off." She smiled contentedly at Ella. "May I leave to wipe his cum off my face?"
"Margie, get her a damp towel," Ella snapped.
Marty watched the exchange, a sardonic smile twisting one side of his handsome face. He slumped into a chair. "There's more here than meets the eye."
Sherri asked impishly, "You mean I didn't get all of your cum?"
He grinned weakly. "Maybe in a few minutes ..."
"Shit!" Bobby said. He glared at Sherri, at Marty, then started to move away from Ella.
But Ella still had a double handhold on his long, fat cock. She refused to let go. "Stay here! I'm not through with you."
Bobby almost said something-almost pulled her hands loose-but didn't. He stood captive. His head drooped.
Ella smiled. She returned to sucking his big cock. She clamped her lips over his plum-like cockhead and crammed thick inches of soft, pliable prickshaft into her mouth. Her fingers drew the cockskin gently to and fro, one hand sliding off the hardening cockshaft to stroke and tickle the big, hairy, hanging balls.
Bobby avoided Sherri's eyes. He made faces as the sensations affected him. Soon his cock was extended to its full, rigid length, and his soft belly was tightening, jerking . . .
Ella's pride was at stake here. She had sucked Marty's cock hundreds of times, and knew his reactions. Clearly, Sherri's skills and techniques were top-notch. Now Ella had to make Bobby come as powerfully.
Ella couldn't deep-throat Bobby the way Sherri had Marty. Bobby's cock was twice as thick as Marty's, and at least an inch longer. Even forcing the cockhead to the back of her throat, Ella's straining, greedy lips could only take two-thirds of Bobby's monster prick. But she could use the same milking effect of her upper throat, and she knew tongue tricks Sherri hadn't yet discovered.
Ella took both hands from Bobby's cock. She gripped his ass cheeks and dug strong fingers into the muscles. She used her head-bobbing, weaving, swooping-to enhance the work of her tongue and gullet on his cock.
Bobby's prick was super-hard now. His ass flexed as he pushed his huge cock to meet Ella's engulfing mouth. Several times, he reached to grab her head so he could fuck her mouth. Each time, he stopped himself, remembering she was the active partner and might not want him to take the initiative.
He whispered, "Good . . . oh, shiiit ..."
Ella knew she had him now. He was poised in that sweet, scalding moment of pre-climax and the pleasure was intense-like a boiling caldron in the guts.
She stilled her head. She froze, with his throbbing mass of steel-hard cock all but buried in her throat.
He froze, too, hanging by a thread . . . chest heaving . . . breath rasping.
Then her throat spasmed and her tongue slithered sideways along the sensitive underside of his pulsing cock, and the root of her tongue spasmed against the underside of his super-sensitive cockhead where it was fucked against the back of her throat.
Bobby's face screwed up and this time his hands came forward and seized Ella's head. His thick hips jerked backward and then forward, driving his massive cock into her mouth and throat to the absolute physical limit.
Ella's eyes flew wide as seven inches of wrist-thick Cock was crammed past her lips. She reflexively tried to push him away, to free herself-then realized from the savage strength of his two-handed grip on her head that was impossible.
She instantly decided to go with the come. She was not in control-the finer nuances of cock-sucking technique during climax would be lost-but she had to finish Bobby in a big way.
She grasped his hips and cooperated in the violent mouth-fuck. Her head was forced back by the power of his frantic fuck-thrusts. His cock battered the back of her throat. She still managed to slither her tongue along his surging cock and used her wet lips to press tightly around the incredible bulk of his prick.
Bobby drew ragged, sobbing breaths. He glared down at Ella with glazed eyes and fucked her mouth with his giant cock.
Ella was holding her breath when Bobby grunted and the first big glob of his salty cum shot into her throat. His jism ran down into her gullet, and then -more arid more syrupy cum was jetted into her mouth and throat as Bobby's fucking, brutal cock erupted continually for long, violent seconds.
Ella was almost dazed by the force of his fuck-plunges and the volume of his cum. The jism splashed and flowed, coated the interior of her mouth, her tongue . . . coated the thick shaft of his cock. Cum was forced from the corners of her wide-open mouth to drip off her chin.
"Oh-shit! Oh, shit!" Bobby groaned as his exquisite pleasure sharpened to the keenness of near-pain. He plunged his cock one more time into the hot, moving, cum-juicy cunt that he had made of Ella's mouth, then pulled out, his cockhead dripping cum. He sighed mightily.
He stood, swaying, breathing heavily, his huge cock slowly curving downward as it softened.
Ella lowered her head and swallowed at last ... a big mouthful of jism. Then again. And a third time after working her mouth and tongue for the last drops of cum.
She drew a deep, hungry breath. She saw drops of cum on her thigh. She looked up and saw the wilting monster cock, slimed, streaked with white cum, a big drop ready to fall from the cum-coated cockhead. She regained some of her composure.
"Don't want to waste any of that delicious cum!" She stuffed his shrunken prick into her mouth again and sucked it clean.
Bobby winced at the almost unbearable sensations her renewed cock-sucking created. He refused to look at Sherri. When she'd finished and had again swallowed, Ella smiled and looked around at her audience. She saw that Sherri had accepted a towel from Margie and had wiped her face. Now Marty was using the same towel to wipe his cock clean. Margie was open-mouthed with admiration for Bobby's monster prick.
Ella said, "Well, girls, we've managed to unman our men for a few minutes. What do you say we amuse and please ourselves for a while, while they recover?"
"Why not let them go down on us? That's only fair," Sherri suggested.
Bobby had lurched to the sofa and settled into it. He looked up, scowling. "Hey, you know I don't . . ."He darted a glance at Ella. He licked his lips. "I'm no good at that cunt-licking stuff."
Sherri said, "Mr. Macho Man thinks it's un-Macho to eat pussy." She smiled sweetly at Bobby. "But he's absolutely infantile when it comes to sucking on nipples."
"Oh?" Ella said. "Well, the biggest set of nipples here are on Margie. Want to nurse on her tit for a while, Bobby?"
His eyes flickered. "Yeah ..." He boldly looked at Margie's enormous white tits and the huge, spongy, red-brown nipples.
Ella said, "Margie, give Bobby what he wants." To Sherri, she said, "I have a special dildo I'd like to introduce you to. Come into the bedroom with me."
Sherri half watched Margie join Bobby on the sofa. The plump girl quickly fed him one of her thumb-sized nipples. Bobby instantly became a baby. His hands kneaded her swollen tits. His eyes closed. A pleased smile gently curved Margie's lips.
Sherri focused fully on Ella. "Send Marty for it. We can use it out here, can't we?"
Ella lifted an eyebrow. "Of course." She jerked her head at Marty. "Get the double."
Ella joined Sherri on the deep carpet. "Let's get you naked, now, dear . . ." She helped Sherri out of the loose mu-mu. She eased down her white lace bikini panties.
Both women were stark naked, kissing, touching each other's breasts, when Marty returned.
He carried a long, flexible something wrapped in a blue towel. He knelt, naked, before Ella and Sherri, and unwrapped the object.
Ella, amused, watched for Sherri's reaction.
Sherri's eyes widened. A strange, eager tingle awoke in her hot, juicy cunt. The object was a two-ended dildo made of soft-firm plastic, extremely realistic in shape.
Sherri giggled and picked it up. It looked and felt so real! Each of the joined cocks was as thick and long as Bobby's huge cock.
Sherri glanced up at Bobby. He was still nursing contentedly on Margie's magnificent tits. His cock hung heavy and lax between his heavy thighs.
Sherri asked Ella, "Do you want to do what I think you want to do?"
Ella nodded. She took the double dildo from Sherri and grasped it firmly with both strong hands. She bent the long double cock at m the center so it formed a wide V.
"There's a metal rod buried in the ends. Now, dear, we fuck each other."
Sherri felt breathless, scared, queasy and excited. She looked again at Bobby; he seemed oblivious to anything but Margie's huge, ripe tits and swollen nipples.
Sherri called, "Hey, Bobby! Husband!" When he responded with a dazed look, she took the V-shaped double dildo from Ella and held it up. "Here's your rival. Just as big and twice as effective!"
She laughed and heard a" shrill, hysterical quality in her own voice. _. . - She shut up and asked Ella, "How do we get started fucking?"
Ella took the dildo from Sherri. "We're both hot from sucking the men . . . and I know I don't need any slippery stuff. So . . ." She opened her lean, tanned thighs and unceremoniously fucked one head of the thick plastic double cock into her wet-lipped, hairless cunt.
Sherri watched, fascinated, as Ella worked the cockshaft deeper and deeper, until her engorged cuntlips almost touched the center of the V.
Ella smiled, hot-eyed, and said shakily, "God, I love to be fucked like this!" "How do I-?"
"Pretend I'm a man, dear. I'm going to fuck you."
Ella got to her knees and gently pushed Sherri onto her back, and lifted the girl's knees to her bony, tanned shoulders.
Sherri blinked rapidly. Her big tits rose and fell swiftly. "Oh, wow ... I thought . . ."
Ella held seven inches of plastic cock in her cunt with her left hand. She guided the other cockhead into Sherri's oozing, juicy pussy slit.
Sherri noticed that Marty, squatting close by, was getting hard again. She saw Bobby finally watching, a strange play of expressions on his boyish face. His lips were poised a few inches from Margie's wet, jutting left nipple.
Sherri moaned as Ella made the right connection and sank four or five inches of big,, fat, hard, plastic cock into her tingling, accepting cunt. She let herself relax and enjoy this weird fucking experience. At least the dildo felt very real!
Ella could fuck her hips like a pro, too. Her lean ass eased forward in a slow, powerful fuckthrust that drove more thick, solid prick into Sherri and pressed another inch into her own pussy, too.
Sherri gasped, "Umm! I could get used to this very quickly!"
The rubbery cockhead was all the way in to her special, tingly, quivering inner cunt mouth-deep, deep in her cunt. The contact made her belly jump. Her breath caught in her throat.
Ella was affected, too. She rotated her ass skillfully, wobbling the double dildo in her cunt and in Sherri's cunt.
"Like that?" She whispered huskily.
"Yes!"
Sherri was surprised at the thrilling pleasures the huge dildo caused in her pussy. And there were other thrills: Bobby's shocked, angry gaze was a bonus. Sherri met his eyes and smiled. She feigned more ecstasy as Ella pulled back, dragged the dildo a few, inches from the depths of her cunt then thrust it in, forcing it into both their hot, clenching cunts.
Sherri moaned-and meant it! She lifted her head from the carpet and peered between her large, heaving tits to where the massive, pink, realistic cockshaft emerged from her gaping cuntlips.
She saw that Ella had almost all of the other end sunk into her hairless cunt. And only an inch separated their drooling, oozing pussy slits.
The feel of the hard bulk within her cunt-the movement, the deep fucking, the pressure against her sensitive inner cunt-caused Sherri to pant. "Fuck me faster! I want to come!"
Ella nodded, fastening her eyes on Sherri's lust-ridden face. "Me, too, dear . . ." She leaned closer and kissed Sherri.
Sherri moaned and threw her arms around Ella. They french kissed mindlessly, writhing, squirming. Ella's hips pivoted-driving the huge double dildo ever deeper into both their spasming cunts. Her ass muscles tightened and relaxed-her ass jerked smoothly-and their juicy, splayed pink cunts touched and kissed.
The sixteen-inch length of the V-angled double dildo was completely buried.
Sherri tore her mouth free of the electrifying kiss to suck deep, frantic gasps of air. She shuddered. She writhed upward against Ella's sinewy frame. Her stiff nipples were angry red-and-pink fingerlets pressed against Ella's shallow breasts, grazing against Ella's nipples. Sherri forgot about Bobby. Everything was secondary to the raging pleasure in her ravaged cunt. Her green eyes were glazed, her mouth contorted.
The sweet, incredible kiss of their cuntlips, joined by the plastic cock that filled both, was a new, enticing, alluring sensation.
Ella worked harder, pressing tighter, smacking their gaping cunt together with short, convulsive thrusts. Their extended, swollen clits touched.
Ella snorted with pleasure. Sherri jerked as if jolted by raw electricity. Ella redoubled her efforts; she ground her engorged cunt against Sherri's. There were eight inches of massive plastic cock in each clenching, spasming cunt.
Sherri shivered internally. The golden rapture in her guts was spreading, taking her over. She sought Ella's mouth again with urgent, blind lust.
The women kissed passionately-open-mouthed, all tongue, panting, moaning-a ferocious ecstasy commanded them.
Sherri screamed strangely-a guttural scream that was forced, from her throat by the overwhelming intensity of her pleasure. Her arms tightened maniacally round Ella's neck.
Ella was sobbing, emitting a high-pitched wail intermingled with gut-deep sobs. A tiny part of her consciousness realized that she had never been this involved . . . had never felt this strong an orgasm in all her life. It was shattering!
Sherri fought her way from Ella's continuing savage embrace . . . from the continuing fucking of cunt and slippery rubbing of clits and cuntlips. She pulled herself away and felt the huge plastic cock leaving her cunt. She rolled over onto her belly and rested on the deep carpeting. Her arms were flung wide, palms down.
She breathed a series of long, deep sighs.
She saw Bobby pulling Margie to the carpet, close by, and ruthlessly wedging his cock between the girl's fat thighs. Bobby's cock was enormous, a massive club of blood-filled gristle, the cockhead shiny and wet from Margie's cock-sucking.
Bobby fisted his cock and sank the prickhead into Margie's black-bearded cunt. He braced on his elbows and knees and gripped the girl's head with both big hands. He fucked into her pussy with all his strength, cramming his giant cock to the hilt.
Margie shuddered. Her plump arms flailed briefly. She grunted as if mortally stabbed.
Bobby glanced at Sherri. Then he turned his face away and fucked Margie furiously, as if in rage.
Sherri lay watching, passive, dull-minded from the soft, sweet afterglow that still eddied in her pussy.
Marty came into view. He whispered in Bobby's ear. At first, Bobby shook his head. He continued to fuck his huge cock into Margie's defenseless cunt.
Marty whispered to Bobby again, more urgently. Sherri could not hear a word of what was said. But then Bobby scowled, looked over to Ella, and made a face. He reluctantly nodded.
Sherri looked around and saw that Ella had no pulled the incredible double-ended dildo from her cunt and wrapped it in a towel. She was now lounging, still naked, in a nearby chair, observing the action, popping peanuts into her mouth every few seconds. She smiled and winked at Sherri.
Sherri looked back at Bobby and saw him disengage from Margie. His cock was wet with her cunt juices. Margie lay on her back, her huge tits heaving, her fat legs spread wide.
Marty said, "Okay, Bobby, on your back . . . and Margie, you straddle him and get that cock in your cunt." He was setting up something, obviously," according to Ella's instructions.
Margie obeyed. There was a sultry, smiling expression on her lovely young face. Her thick, luscious lips pouted as she concentrated on straddling Bobby's chunky, fat-layered hips.
Sherri knew Bobby didn't like this position-woman superior. It wasn't manly. But he was obligated to please Ella. He now owed her $2,000.
Sherri liked the idea of him performing in an orgy according to instruction.
Margie lifted Bobby's big, thick cock and fed it to her juicy cunt. Sherri could see the expression of lust and glowing happiness in the girl's eyes.
Margie settled lower and lower, taking the fat, hard prick with increasing difficulty. But finally she was virtually sitting on Bobby's loins, fucking his cock up into her pussy to the hilt. She sat breathing fast, her full-lipped mouth open, tits surging.
Marty put his hand on her shoulder. "Down . . . lean forward ..."
Margie slumped forward. First her plump belly spread on Bobby's abdomen, then her giant, overripe tits melted against his big, thick chest.
When Marty straddled Bobby's knees and spread a thick, oily lubricant from a small tube into the spread crack of Margie's wide, lush ass . . . Sherri realized what was going to happen.
She watched, wide-eyed, fully alert now, as Marty spread the oil in and around the girl's puckered asshole. Then he greased his hard, bone-like cock with the slippery stuff. He rubbed his slick hands on Margie's back, then directed his cockhead to her glistening little asshole.
Margie gasped and tried to squirm forward. But she was held in place by Bobby's strong arms and eight inches of fat cock buried in her cunt. She took a quick breath as Marty pressed the smallish head of his cock into her asshole, then slick inches of his thin prickshaft. His cock appeared to fuck in quite easily.
Within seconds, Marty was fucked into her asshole as far as he could go. His thighs and loins were pressed tight against her opulent ass cheeks.
"Okay, Bobby . . . let's fuck this girl into oblivion!"
Bobby grabbed Margie's buttery thighs and began pulling and pushing her forward and back on the shaft of his big cock, and on Marty's thinner cockrod.
Sherri watched this with increasing fascination. She rose up on her .hands and knees and crept closer to watch more closely. She licked her lips and stared intently at the way Marty's cock slid into the slightly distended pink asshole-how his prick emerged with a tinge of brown in the lubricant that coated his cock.
She wondered what it would feel like to take a cock in the ass. Would it hurt much? What did it feel like to a man? Was it as good as a cunt? Better?
She scanned Marty's face for a clue; his blue eyes were closed. He was matching the rhythm of Margie's fucking to and fro on Bobby. His face was mask-like, empty of expression. He seemed to be concentrating totally on the pleasure of fucking her ass, but his face revealed nothing.
Margie was already open-mouthed, panting, as Bobby's giant cock fucked her cunt and Marty's long cock fucked her asshole.
Sherri saw that Margie was doing the forward and backward thrusting now, fucking on Bobby, sliding on a film of sweat. Bobby's strong hands and arms still pushed and pulled, but they only added extra power to her rearing back to fuck against Marty's prick.
Margie's head turned this way and that. Her dark eyes were glazed. Her ponytail-bound hair swayed and lashed. Her gasps turned to expressive moans. Her face and neck were flushed. Her arms strained to help the movement of her plump body. Her corklike nipples seemed to leave trails in Bobby's smooth skin.
Sherri stared at the girl, watched her take the big cocks, and wondered if it felt good. Maybe ... if the asshole cock wasn't too. big . . .
Sherri glanced, almost guiltily, over her shoulder at Ella.
Ella seemed to read her thoughts. She nodded. She had further plans for Sherri . . .
Sherri understood! Her green eyes flared and she blushed helplessly. No! It would be too humiliating!
Margie was whimpering now amid her loud gasps. Was she experiencing pleasure-or pain?
Sherri watched, amazed as the girl took all of Bobby's huge cock and Marty's cock at the same time. What a stuffed feeling that must be! All that hard cock meat fucking in her guts, separated only by a thin membrane.
Sherri swallowed and stared. She shivered, a strange emotion-a strange wanting-forming in her mind.
Margie's eyes were closed. The girl's mouth was contorted by her passion. She was panting heavily, her lovely face knotted in a grimace.
Bobby and Marty were really fucking their cocks into the girl. The taut, deep flesh of her ass quivered and shook with each smacking double impalement.
Marty went off first. He abruptly began a ferocious, frantic fucking of her asshole. He hissed air in and out of his hungry lungs.
Margie's whimpering panting grew louder. She tried to speed her fucking to match Marty. But he was rapid-fucking like a pile driver. He began a deep-chest sobbing. He shook visibly. His head lowered and his chin dug into his lower neck.
Sherri watched, more wide-eyed than ever. An itchy tingling was claiming her cunt again. A queer tickling sensation began in her asshole.
Now, suddenly, Bobby began to come! His big, strong hands dug cruelly into Margie's rounded, soft ass as Marty pulled back, finished.
Marty's cock was slimed with streaks of his cum and gooey coatings from her churned ass guts. Dribbles of cum dripped from his cockhead and from Margie's gaping asshole.
Sherri saw all this and was shocked, repelled and strangely attracted at the same time.
Margie's cries changed to joyous wails as Bobby rolled her over and began to fuck roughly. Her eyelids flicked open and her dark eyes rolled upward. Her fat legs jerked and quivered. Her plump belly was constantly jerking as well-fleshed muscles clenched and knotted. Her magnificent tits shook and surged like mountains of jelly.
Sherri didn't like the obvious, overpowering lust that had seized Bobby. His boyish face was a mask of agonized pleasure. His fuck-plunges were massive, total, ruthless.
Sherri didn't like the way Margie's plump arms closed around Bobby's neck. She didn't like hearing the girl's climax expressed as she squealed "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! ..."
Sherri could almost feel Margie's pleasure. She could almost feel those jets of Bobby's cum in her own pussy.
Sherri saw white cum oozing from the distended lips of Margie's black-haired cunt as Bobby's thick cockshaft continued to fuck deep and fast.
Sherri felt a terrible rage at Bobby. How could he fuck that . . . that slave . . . and not his own wife! How dare he come in that slut? How dare he enjoy fucking her so much? Sherri got to her feet and stalked away. She kept her back to them all.
She heard Ella say, a moment later, "Well, wasn't that fun? All of you-Bobby, Marty, and Margie-into the bathroom for a shower. Margie, come back as soon as possible."
The three left the living room, Marty and Bobby amiably chatting, Margie silent-as befitted a slave.
Sherri spun and said to Ella as soon as they were alone, "I want Margie to eat my "cunt! I want her to lick my ass!"
Ella came to Sherri . . . close . . . and embraced her. She said in Sherri's ear, "That's just what I had in mind, dear." She gently pressed her lean, thin-breasted body against Sherri's slender, full-breasted form.
"I want her to eat my cunt till I can't stand it any more!"
Ella smiled and kissed the side of Sherri's long white neck. "She will. She'll do anything." She stroked Sherri's long, wavy red hair. "You'll come and come and come . . . and so will I."
Sherri pulled away far enough to scowl in puzzlement at her. "How? What ..."
"Dear, you're going to be eating my cunt while Margie eats you." Ella's smile became cold. "I think that'll show Bobby a thing or two, won't it?"
Sherri blinked and tried to find a reason to object. But just a few minutes ago, she had been joined with Ella in using that huge, double-ended dildo. Bobby hadn't objected to that ... so why would he care about her eating Ella? Why should he care about anything she did? He would rather take Ella's money and obey Ella in an orgy.
Sherri's lush mouth firmed. She shrugged. "All right, Mrs. Rich Bitch-you'll get your money's worth. I'll lick that bare cunt of yours and suck that grape you've got for a clit, and I'll have you screaming for me to stop before I do stop."
"Ahhh, spunky!" Ella laughed, amused. "Very well, but I suspect you'll be the one who'll be screaming for Margie to stop eating you!" Ella turned away. "Stay here. I'll be right back." She left the living room.
Alone, Sherri walked around naked, went to the bar and made herself a screwdriver. She was drinking it in quick, deep swallows when Margie returned.
Margie was also stark naked. Her plump body and fantastic tits quivered with each step. Her flesh showed droplets of water from the shower. She approached Sherri and then stood, placid, waiting, for a command.
Sherri studied the serenity on Margie's pretty face. It irritated her. "Do you enjoy getting fucked in the cunt and ass at the same time?" she asked.
Margie blinked. She licked her thick, luscious lips. Her eyes lowered. She said softly, "Yes, I do."
"Is there anything you don't like to do?"
"Yes."
"What?"
But then Ella returned with Bobby and Marty. Everyone was naked. Margie didn't answer Sherri's question.
Ella held a small, four-inch torpedo vibrator in her right hand. "Sherri, Bobby tells me he can come and get hard again four and five times a night-when he wants to. Is that true?"
Sherri looked daggers at Bobby. She deliberately finished her screwdriver before answering. Then she said loudly, "Yes, he used to want to do that a lot."
Bobby said sullenly, "I'd still want to if you didn't-" Ella overrode him. "No arguments, children; we're not here to argue." She settled down into the sofa. "Now, Sherri, dear, you come over here and get down on your pretty knees and start eating my cunt. And Margie, you get on your back and get into position under Sherri, so she can sit on your chest, and you eat her cunt."
Bobby sat nearby at the other end of the sofa. He looked interested. "This oughta be quite a show."
Sherri said venomously, "Maybe I should have part of the fee!" She slammed her empty glass down on the bar and went to Ella, her big, perfect white tits bobbing and wobbling. Her nipples stuck out dramatically.
She sank to her knees before Ella's open thighs. "Your skin looks like old leather," she said.
Ella's eyes narrowed. Her mouth became a slit. "You are full of surprises, dear. I can be, too." She gestured Margie into position.
Sherri soon found herself straddling Margie's shoulders and actually sitting on the girl's upper chest. Her ass cheeks rested softly on Margie's voluptuous tits.
This position opened her cunt wide to Margie's mouth and tongue. Ella had given Margie the small vibrator, and the girl was already nosing it between Sherri's ass cheeks, pushing it against her sensitive pink-brown, puckered little asshole.
Sherri squirmed as Margie flicked on the vibrator and teased the small, rounded tip into her ass crack and pressed it gently but firmly against her clenching asshole until the miniature cock-humming and buzzing-penetrated, spreading its exciting vibrations through virgin ass flesh.
Sherri wriggled her ass and made faces as Margie eased the small torpedo deeper, deeper . . .
Ella asked huskily, "Do you like that, dear?"
Still squirming, Sherri was forced to nod. She couldn't look to see Bobby's expression.
Ella said, "Don't eat" my cunt yet, dear. Give Margie a head start on you. I want you to be enthusiastic."
Humiliated, Sherri knelt, head bowed, straddling Margie's head and shoulders, and felt the buzzing dildo sink another inch into her ass. It had to be at least three inches in now. The vibrations spread a tingling awareness through her loins ... to the deepest place in her cunt ... to her itchy clit . . . even to her tits and stiff pink nipples.
Then Margie's lush mouth came to Sherri's gaping cunt. The girl's hot tongue flickered excitingly along sensitive, wet pink surfaces . . . almost to the right place . . . farther . . .
Sherri gasped and reflexively pressed her cunt tightly against Margie's soft, warm mouth. Sherri moaned as Margie licked her clit with slow, slithering strokes of her tongue.
The vibration from the humming dildo in her ass, combined with Margie's tongue-fucking, rocked Sherri to a swift, explosive climax. She sobbed briefly and jolted Margie's face with grinding fucking movements.
"Eat me, Sherri. Suck my big, fat clit!" Ella said.
Sherri was trembling in the sweet afterglow of her climax. She was breathing fast. The vibration was still penetrating her ass guts, still tantalizing her cunt. And Margie had not stopped that swirling, sensual licking in the gaping pink valley of her cunt and over her swollen little clit.
Sherri moaned in surrender and lust. She pushed her face forward to the waiting, hairless pussy slit and the peeping head of Ella's large clit. She worked her lips onto the little knob and lashed it with her tongue. She gripped Ella's lean, stringy thighs and held on as she felt another firestorm of ecstasy building in her own cunt from Margie's tongue-fucking.
Sherri's nostrils flared as she fought for air. The vibrator in her ass was like magic. It made everything better. It held her on the edge of coming, so that it didn't take much of Margie's slithering tongue to trigger her pussy again.
Ella sighed and slid lower, pressing her cunt tighter against Sherri's open mouth. Her flat belly clenched every few seconds. She whispered, "Yes ... oh, yes . . . now suck it . . . suck it!"
Sherri suctioned the big clit deeper into her mouth and worked on it with tight lips and a pressing tongue. Occasionally, she artfully grazed the super-sensitive clit with her teeth. When she did, Ella hissed with pleasure and jerked her cunt even tighter against Sherri's clinging mouth.
Sherri quivered and moaned around Ella's clit. She was glowing now, from three quick, sharp climaxes. She couldn't keep her body still. Her ass waggled and thrust. The vibrator was still embedded in her rapidly spasming asshole.
Ella's cunt was juicing, oozing pussy juice that smeared Sherri's chin. There was a peculiar tang to Ella's cunt juice.
Ella was close to coming, too. She began gasping. She stroked Sherri's long red hair with a shaking hand.
Sherri abruptly released Ella's extended clit and tried the slow, slithering, snake-like tongue movement that Margie was using.
Ella grunted as if in pain. Her hips lifted from the sofa as if following Sherri's up- stroking tongue. Her belly knotted and ridged Her thighs trembled.
Sherri was coming again. She shuddered an sobbed against Ella's puffed, slippery cuntlips. She curled her tongue around Ella's fingerlet clit and then lashed the taut head with a stiffened, flicking tonguetip.
Ella dissolved into climax. She writhed and squirmed and ruthlessly held Sherri's head in claw-like, strong hands. She emitted loud cries of ecstasy.
Sherri was almost unaware of Ella's coming. Her own intense pleasures were so strong she felt like a Fourth-of-July rocket going off- explosions of sparkling sensations continued on and on. Margie was tireless! The vibrator was driving Sherri crazy!
Sherri was losing her mind to this unending series of climaxes. She knelt with her lovely face buried between Ella's tanned thighs, licking and sucking the woman's flushed, drooling cunt, and her own cunt was engorged with blood-swollen tissues, thrumming with nearly constant orgasm, as Margie slithered her cunning tongue . . .
Sherri sobbed and sucked frantically, somehow determined to outlast Ella in this bizarre contest. Sherri's insides were hot and shimmering with fuck pleasures.
Sherri had never before reached this seething height of unending climax! She shuddered repeatedly, cruelly rubbed her hot, juicy cunt against Margie's willing, soft, hot mouth, and gasped desperately for air as she in turn drove Ella into a series of quaking, juicy orgasms.
Ella's thighs had closed like a vise on Sherri's head. Ella was clawing Sherri's abundant red hair. Ella was hunched forward now, her belly ridging, knotting, flexing. Her staring eyes were glassy.
This agony of lust and pleasure continued for long, climax-ridden minutes. Ella seemed to become convulsive. It was impossible for Sherri to continue her cunt licking.
Finally, it was Ella who broke. Grimacing, growling, writhing, she finally screamed, "ENOUGH!" She thrust Sherri's head away and then kicked at the girl. "That's enough! Get away! Oh, my God!"
Ella literally crawled away on the long sofa and curled up in a protective ball. Her tits heaved and she ran her fingers through her hair distractedly.
Sherri had reared back and fallen away from her straddle of Margie's shoulders. She sucked huge lungfuls of air. She crouched on the carpet, head down, still quivering from the sweet torture. She reached back and pulled the vibrator from her ass. Her cunt felt like a redhot tunnel. Her clit was like a small sun radiating acute, pleasurable sensation. She wondered if Ella felt the same.
Sherri knew she wanted only one thing now. Her cunt was unbelievably hungry for a big, long cock! She wanted Bobby to fuck her now as she never had. She raised her head and fastened hot green eyes on her husband.
Bobby was sprawled in a chair. He held a forgotten drink in his right hand. He sat staring at her, amazement in his expression. He was naked, and his cock lay between his open thighs, half hard.
Marty had stayed by the bar. His cock was hard. He glanced, faintly amused, from Ella to Sherri, to Margie, who lay on her back, breathing deeply, her incredible tits rising and falling like twin white mountains.
Marty said, grudgingly, "That was quite a scene."
Sherri ignored him. The burning lust in her cunt put fire in her eyes. She captured Bobby's gaze. She went on her hands and knees across the carpet to him. Her cunt dripped hot fuck juices that ran down the insides of her thighs.
Sherri unhesitatingly wedged between Bobby's heavy thighs and took his cock in both hands. She gobbled the big cockhead and half the spongy cockshaft. She moaned with urgency as she sucked his prick.
She loved the feel of his cock in her mouth. She took it deep. She felt his prick thickening, hardening, filling her mouth even more, butting into the back of her throat.
Sherri sucked and pumped the prickshaft until his cock was vibrantly hard, throbbing, jerking in her hands. She lifted her wet, sexy lips from the plum-like, silky cockhead and looked up into his eyes.
"Fuck me, Bobby."
"Yeah! Yeah!" he whispered.
But his gaze suddenly jerked upward.
Strong, claw-like tanned fingers closed painfully on Sherri's soft left shoulder. Ella said harshly, "That's my cock for tonight, dear. Thank you for getting it up for me."
Sherri couldn't believe her ears. She looked up at Ella and waited for Bobby to say something to the woman.
But the critical seconds passed, and he remained silent. She searched his face for courage . . . guts . . . love for her. Sherri saw only shame, humiliation, a pleading, petulant look.
Sherri felt suddenly ice cold. She rose to her feet. "Of course. You always get what you pay for."
"You can use Marty ... or Margie ..." "Or any one of the variety of vibrators and dildoes thoughtfully provided for the amusement m of the guests." Sherri raked Ella and Bobby with a frigid look and turned away.
She spotted her red print mu-mu on the rug and picked it up. She turned her back to everyone and donned the garment. She zipped it up and went to the scattering of Bobby's clothes. She took his keys.
Bobby called, "Hey-" "I have to get into our apartment! They'll be on the hall table. Please don't come to bed when you get in."
She stormed out of the Langs' suite. She began to weep before she had taken three steps down the hall.
Chapter Six
Sherri lay in bed for an hour, weeping, waiting for Bobby to come home. Finally she heard him come into the unlocked apartment -and leave!
She scrambled from the bed and ran to the short entrance way hall. She flipped on a light and saw the keys were gone. And Bobby was gone. She checked the door. He had locked it when he left.
She dragged herself back-to bed. Had he left her? Was he going to stay with Ella and Marty and Margie? She swallowed grief past a tight throat.
* * * For three days and three nights, Sherri waited and worried and grieved. Then, on the third night, the phone rang, he snatched it up. "Bobby?" "No, sorry. Just Marty." "Oh." Sherri's lips firmed. "What does her royal highness want? She's already got my husband."
"Bobby? No, he's not here. I called to invite you both up to a little get-together we're having. Somebody you've never met before."
Sherri frowned. "He isn't?" She chewed her lower lip. Where could he have gone? No call!
Marty said, "The last we saw of Bobby was two minutes after you left. Then after a while, when we were going to bed, he rang the chimes and wanted to borrow one of my cars for a few days. Isn't he back yet?"
Sherri took a deep breath. "No, he isn't. Did he say where he was going?"
"No . . . just that his car was having engine trouble and he had it in the shop."
"I think it was repossessed," Sherri said wearily.
"Huh. Well, they'll both turn up eventually. It was only a four-year-old Rabbit. Listen, Sherri . . . why don't you come on up? Leave a note."
Sherri was tempted. She'd been alone and lonely for three full days and nights. But . . .
"Will this be an orgy? I couldn't-" He laughed. "No orgy. Just somebody Ella thinks you'd like to meet. He's famous. He has a plane to catch. You won't be up here very long."
"All right. I'll be up in ten minutes."
Sherri cradled the phone and stared out at the lights of the big city for a long minute. She felt scared. Why didn't Bobby call? Then she sighed deeply and went into the bedroom to put on something decent.
Ella opened the suite's door when Sherri knocked. She smiled acidly. "Yes, at last. Come in, dear. We were just talking about you."
Sherri entered. She saw a very tall, slim, brown-bearded young man standing near the bar with Marty. The stranger's face lit up when he saw her.
Sherri had changed to a green and silver cocktail dress with a scoop neckline and a hip-high slit on the left. The long slit required her to not wear panties. She didn't have a pair of sheer pantyhose to her name that didn't have a runner.
God, she hated being poor! And now it looked more and more as if Bobby had simply run away . . . left her!
Ella led Sherri to the tall young man. "Horse, this is Sherri Prentis. Sherri, meet Horse Ingram. Horse is an actor."
Sherri smiled and shook hands with him. He towered over her.
"How tall are you?" she asked.
"Six-five. And you?" He had a smooth baritone voice.
His eyes were a liquid brown. His beard was full, bushy, yet carefully trimmed. His brown hair was long and wavy. He was a strikingly handsome man. He had a kind of magnetic presence, as if he were a king and knew it.
Sherri said, "Oh, I'm only five-two. We're Mutt and Jeff." She laughed.
Marty handed Sherri a screwdriver. She sipped it and discovered it was very strong. She asked Horse, "What kind of roles do you do?"
He glanced at Ella, then said, "I'm the super-stud in 'The Passionate Survivors'. I just finished 'Hell Hole'. Do you ever see porno films?"
Sherri blinked. She couldn't help giggling. To cover her giggle, she took a long swallow from her drink. She gasped and choked. It was at least half vodka!
Horse patted her on the back with a huge hand. "Come on, Sherri, let's sit down and get acquainted." His hand slid down to rest on the small of her back as he guided her to the sofa. For a second, his hand slid down onto her ass ... a casual, intimate caress.
Sherri found herself sitting next to him, very close, with his arms around her . . . with his hand dipping into her scoop neckline to enclose a full tit with a broad, warm palm and strong possessive fingers.
She said, "Now, just a min-" He kissed her. Somebody took the slopping drink from her hand. She made protesting sounds, but he was so powerful! His other arm was around her shoulders, pinning her arms. His mouth was masculine, greedy, demanding.
His hand on her tit was like a huge spider. To her shame, her nipples surged with excitement, and her left nipple poked obscenely into his palm, as if inviting more aggressions from him.
His right hand left her tit and shifted to her thighs. He delved into the slit in her dress and quickly discovered she wore no panties. Her cunt was naked.
Sherri moaned. She tried to keep her thighs closed. But he was able to overpower her strong leg muscles. His arm wedged her thighs open enough for his hand to possess her cunt.
Sherri wept and writhed in struggle, still locked to his commanding kiss and probing tongue, still vulnerable to his probing fingers.
He jammed his fingers into her pussy, intruding to the pink, slippery depths, feeling her hot cunt, discovering how quickly her body responded to shameful, forced invasion.
She felt at least two long fingers delving in her cunt . . . probing deeper, to their full reach. The base of his thumb rubbed against the sensitive upper lips of her awakened cunt, and then slid on a film of her pussy juice into the pink gorge where her clit lay almost hidden.
Sherri felt the sweet, electrifying pulse of sensation when her clit was contacted. It wasn't right to respond to this assault! Why was her body turning on? WHY?
Sherri managed to tear her mouth free of his voracious lips. She screamed frantically, "NO! STOP IT! MARTY! ELLA! Get him off! Make him stop!"
But even as she screamed it she yanked her face around and saw them standing nearby, relaxed, Ella smiling vindictively . . . Marty with a detached expression.
Sherri moaned with fear and anxiety, then screamed, "WHY ARE YOU LETTING THIS HAPPEN?"
Horse's fingers were fucking her cunt, sliding in and out fast and hard. The underside of his thumb slid deliciously over her tingling clit.
Ella smirked and answered Sherri's question.
"I want to show you what you really are, dear. You're a cunt! And a cunt needs to be fucked. And Horse is my present to you, to compensate for my using Bobby exclusively the other night."
"I DON'T WANT ..." Sherri squeezed tears from her eyes when she grimaced as she tried to resist the encroaching pleasure that was burning in her guts.
Were there three fingers bunched, fucking into her cunt now? She couldn't look. She couldn't let it be real by looking down and confirming what his big right hand was doing to her pussy.
"PLEASE, ELLA-" The older woman smiled and settled into a chair. "Is my skin still leathery, dear?"
"What?"
Sherri buried her face against Horse's beard to avoid his seeking mouth. Then she knew! This was Ella's revenge for that comment Sherri had made during the orgy.
Horse was manhandling Sherri now, turning her to get at the long zipper that ran down the back of her dress.
Sherri panted, trying to fight him. How could a man be so strong?
"ELLA . . . tell him to stop!" Sherri screamed.
Horse easily pulled the dress down Sherri's body. She'd worn no bra and no panties.
Ella chuckled. "Is my skin leathery, dear?"
"I-I was mad! I-" Sherri grunted as Horse flipped her around. He nuzzled her large, milk-white tits with his scratchy-soft beard. Her nipples stuck out even more.
"Is my skin leathery, dear?"
Sherri quivered as Horse's hungry mouth took one of her nipples. His great, powerful hands gripped her by the upper arms. She was held up, straddling his lap, facing him, pulled tightly against him as he feasted on her tits.
Her arms and legs quivered from exhaustion and from the lust she couldn't acknowledge. But she moaned and she squirmed, and cunt juice oozed down her inner thighs.
Sherri screamed, "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, ELLA!"
Ella sighed, smiled, nodded and said, "Go ahead, Horse."
Horse stopped kissing and sucking Sherri's nipples and tits. He sat her down on his long thighs, and gazed appreciatively at her naked body.
"You're a beautiful girl. I'm going to really enjoy fucking you." He smiled confidently. His smooth, rich baritone continued, "But first I want you to open my pants and get to know my cock. Play with it. Suck my prick. Get yourself ready for some hot fucking."
Sherri stared at him with wide green eyes. She panted with dread. A pool of terror formed in the pit of her stomach. "Please . . . don't . . . don't force me."
"That's my job tonight. And if Ella has read you correctly, I won't have to force you after a while."
Ella said from her chair, "She's pure walking, breathing cunt. She was born for fucking.
She sucks cock like a pro. Get her to come once and you'll have to wear her on your cock like a glove. She'll never be able to make herself leave you."
"Please let me go! PLEASE!"
She was terrified that what Ella said might be true. Because if this guy was a porno movie star . . . and his nickname was Horse . . . that told her he probably had a very big cock and knew how to use it.
He put firmness into his deep voice. "Open my pants, Sherri! Get to know my cockmeat!"
Sherri cast one last appealing, beseeching look to Ella. "You don't have . . . leathery skin. You have beautiful, tanned skin."
Ella only smiled and shook her head.
"Marty!"
Marty shrugged and kept his bemused, sour smile.
Sherri looked into Horse's impatient brown eyes, saw no mercy, and reluctantly let her gaze drop to his cock-bulge. Tears were coursing down her cheeks as she wrestled with his large, bronze belt buckle-portraying a horse-and the wide belt.
Finally, she unsnapped his corduroy jeans and ran the zipper down.
Once started, the zipper opened by itself, pressured by an enormous cock. The monster prick strained upward under blue silk briefs.
Sherri tugged obediently at the jeans. Horse lifted his hips. Now the monster cock was more clearly outlined, its size more impressive.
The blue silk briefs were fastened at the top by three pearl snaps. Sherri's shaking fingers popped them open.
As if it was a white and purple whale, Horse's cock rose from the opened briefs. His prick lifted from his white belly. It wobbled upward, jerking visibly from the heavy slugging of his heart. His cock was thick at the base, thicker at the middle and then tapered to the bullet-like mauve head. His cock curved slightly like a banana, to the left.
Sherri's mouth went dry. Her terror slimed her insides . . . and her juicing cunt wet Horse's corduroy pantleg where she sat near his right knee.
She was mesmerized. His cock was bigger than Bobby's. Longer by at least two or three inches, and thicker in the middle. Sherri licked her full red lips. Her hands kept trembling as she slowly reached for the giant cock.
Ella laughed softly, contemptuously.
Sherri jerked as if stung. Her lovely green eyes flared.
She twisted her head quickly to look at Ella, then at Marty, and finally, in the space of a second, met Horse's eyes. She screamed, "NOOOoooooo ..." and lunged away.
Naked, she scrambled for the suite's outer door. She had her hand on the latch when she was seized from behind. Horse laughed and dragged her back to the sofa. He threw her bodily into the deep, soft velvet cushions.
Shocked by his strength, Sherri gaped up at him.
He stood before her, spread-legged, hands on his hips. He was slim, yes, but his muscles were like a panther's, and his cock-Sherri's eyes were unable and unwilling to avoid seeing his cock! His prick hung out of his blue silk briefs like a menacing, one-eyed purple-headed white snake. His cock swayed before her face, as if examining her.
Horse said brutally, in soothing, honeyed tones, "Suck my cock, Sherri! Make me want to fuck you even more! Get my cock really hard! Do a really good job, and maybe I'll let you drink my cum!"
She moaned and closed her eyes. Blindly, she reached for his cock. She touched his big prick, enclosed it with both small hands. His cock was heavy and terrifyingly thick-and clammy and warm.
"Now, suck! Don't worry about that dripping cunt of yours! I'll get to it!"
Sherri moaned again with humiliation. She felt her face turn fiery red. Even her neck glowed during her blush. She sobbed. She lowered her head.
Suddenly, powerful fingers grabbed her red hair and jerked her head up. Her eyes flew open. Her mouth was dragged open by the abrupt movement-and before she knew what was happening, he had shoved four or five inches of ever-thickening cock into her mouth, nearly to her throat!
Sherri choked on the sudden mouthful of cock. She struggled to pull back, but he forced her head forward. The relatively small head of his cock was driven into her throat.
Sherri gagged. She fought for air. The thickness of his immense cock strained her jaws. She heard his command repeated: "SUCK IT! WILL YOU SUCK MY PRICK?"
Still gagging, chest heaving, trying to draw a trickle of air past the monster cockhead lodged in her throat, Sherri gave in. She blinked up at him and nodded as best she could. She patted his thigh as a signal of yielding.
Horse let loose of her head. She pulled back and the long thickness of his cock fell from her lips. She coughed and took deep breaths.
Horse waited. "Come on!"
Sherri nodded. "I will. I will."
She breathed deeply, swallowed, and brought her head up to face the monster prick again. She took his cock in her hands again and brought the snub-nosed cockhead to her lips. She took it in.
She closed her eyes and worked on the monster cock with little enthusiasm, at first.
But her nature intruded and she began to enjoy the feel of the prickhead in her mouth . . . enjoyed the play of using her tongue, of taking his cock progressively deeper, of straining, finally, to take the jaw-creaking thickness of the cockshaft as the prickhead tickled the back of her throat and her gullet spasmed on the sensitive cock-knob.
Sherri lost track of herself. She sucked Horse's monster prick the best way she could. She got herself even hotter sucking his cock. Her tits ached, her nipples itched, her cunt tingled with emptiness, with a hungry need.
To Sherri's delight and dread, Horse's big fucker got even thicker and harder and longer as she licked and sucked and gently pumped.
Her jaw began to ache. Her tongue felt raw at the root. She eased off taking his cock into her throat. She sucked on the prickhead and detected the first tremors in his body. She took her lips from his pulsing cock for a few seconds.
"Come in my mouth. Please."
He grinned down at her, his teeth framed by his lips and thick beard. "Sure, but I'm still going to fuck the shit out of you!"
Sherri went hot and cold. She shivered. A thrill went up her spine. She whispered, "Yes, I know."
"Then suck away!"
She concentrated at first on the perfect-sized purple cockhead; it felt good in her mouth as she tongued and sucked and used the roof of her mouth in a special way.
"Ohh, shit . . . yes, you bitch! Like that! Like that! Ahhh . . . What a sweet cock-sucker! Do it! Yessss . . . Ohhhh ..."
He was fucking his cock into her mouth with rapid, fluid fuck-thrusts. She gripped the long, fat cockshaft with both hands, moving the skin to and fro, causing the foreskin to curl up against her hot lips. She sucked harder on the prickhead. Her tongue lashed the supersensitive underside of his cock.
"Uuhhh! Coming . . . Coming! HERE IT COMES! SUCK! SUCK! OH, JEEEEZZ!"
Sherri was braced for his cum, but the big glob of syrupy, sweetish jism that splashed to the back of her throat still surprised her.
Horse became ferocious. He fucked his wedge-like prick into her mouth and throat until her jaw popped and his cockhead was spewing jets of cum directly into her gullet.
Sherri made gurgling sounds as her throat spasmed and she managed to swallow his cum. She held onto the base of his gigantic cock. He used her mouth and throat as a cunt. He fucked her mouth furiously, shouting madly, cursing, as he pumped spurt after spurt of gooey jism that coated her tongue, mouth, throat and lips.
At last, Horse pushed Sherri's head away. He slumped down on the sofa beside her. He was breathing deeply. His huge cock flopped heavily against his flat, tightly muscled belly. A drop of cum oozed from the piss hole. The prickshaft was wet and streaked from the cockhead to its thickest area, midway to the base.
He said appreciatively, "You're very good at that, Sherri."
She flushed. She couldn't keep her eyes off his monster cock.
"Let me lick it clean," she whispered.
"Sure. Be my guest. I guess you like to drink cum, huh?"
Sherri could only nod as she leaned over his loins and lifted his huge cock to meet her tongue.
She licked his prick clean. All around. And sucked the cockhead gently in a final rinse of saliva. She swallowed every drop of cum and saliva. She licked her lips and lay with her head between his thighs, holding his cock possessively with both hands.
Sherri didn't want to think. She didn't want to be anyone. She didn't want to exist as anything but a woman in the grip of a love for this monster cock.
Marty handed Horse a drink. "Little fuel for the next act."
Horse grinned and slugged down the vodka sour.
Ella said vindictively, "Fuck her now! I want to see every inch go into her pussy! Hurt her!" Horse continued grinning. "Maybe easier said than done. I think this one can take a lot of cock meat."
"Get on with it!"
His smile faded. "Ella, at times you're a real arrogant bitch." But he shrugged and pulled Sherri over till she straddled his thighs again. He casually worked two fingers deep into her hot, juicy cunt. "Oh, yeah, she's ready."
Sherri hung her head. Her long, wavy red hair shifted and flowed over her shoulders. She watched his big hand working between her pale white thighs, and felt the deep intrusion. It made her want to be fucked like crazy.
Horse took his hand away and urged her up on her knees, and closer to him. "You're going to ride my cock, Sherri." He cupped her ass with one strong hand, and with the other hand poked his cock at her gaping cunt.
Sherri cooperated. The only thing that mattered was this exact, precious moment. Now. She had been a mouth. Now she would be a cunt.
Sherri straddled his narrow hips, put both her hands on his shoulders, and lowered herself until she felt the head of his cock sliding between her slippery cuntlips and into her pussy.
She was breathing fast-short, quick sips of air-and tingling in every sexual part of her lush body. She pressed lower . . . lower . . . His cock widened and thickened dramatically, stretching her cuntmouth, making her gasp. But she had to be filled with prick!
Sherri let her weight drive his incredibly thick cock farther up into her steamy cunt. Her fuck-hole was distended, causing pain. She thought briefly she'd split her cunt, trying to get past that thickness at the middle of his cockshaft.
Then, suddenly, his cockhead was inside her cunt and her weight drove the rest of his monster cock up and up and up into her pussy, until she sucked air and quivered, thighs straining to recover control, to ease the remaining thick inches in as best she could.
Sherri sat on Horse's cock, felt it embedded in her hot, slippery cunt, felt the cockhead pressing that far-up inner cuntmouth, and felt that spot begin a series of miniature spasms that felt weird-exhilarating!
"Up and down, Sherri. Ride!" He clamped his hands on her hips and lifted her up a few inches-then pulled her down.
Sherri gave a high-pitched grunt, almost a squeal, as even more of his colossal fuck-pole was forced into her quivering, stretched cunt.
Ella was close by, peering at their loins, face twisted. "All of it, God damn it! Every fucking inch!" she demanded.
Horse obeyed. He lifted Sherri again and pulled her down again . . . up . . . down . . . DOWN! Up-DOWN! Up-DOWN!
Sherri felt ripples of pain. It was too much! She tensed and shuddered and writhed on the terrible impalement. His cock seemed to be surging up into her guts! She cried out and begged and pleaded and hit at him, but he seized her fists with his powerful big hands, and continued to lift and pull. DOWN! DOWN! DOWN!
Sherri flung her head this way and that. Her long red hair whipped about. Her big, milky tits bounced and swayed her nipples continually erect. At last-AT LAST!-she felt the smack of her splayed, distended cuntlips against his loins. The insides of her cunt were fire.
She sucked huge gasping lungfuls of air. She wanted only that this torture end. She heard Horse ask, panting from the exertion: "Enough?"
And she heard Ella's vicious reply: "No. Come in her pussy!"
"On the floor, then," he said.
Sherri whimpered, "Please, no. Please, no . . . Please ..." She was held tightly to Horse as he threw one of the long sofa cushions to the carpet. The enormous ten inches of hard cock buried in her burning cunt fucked, probed, pressed sideways ... as he slid carefully off the sofa and eased her down on her back on the cushion.
He crouched over her and pulled her legs up. "Grab under your knees, Sherri. Hold them against your beautiful tits."
She did as she was told. She was in a hopeless, helpless position. His cock was still buried in her pussy.
Horse began fucking her cunt. Incredible, deep fuck-thrusts. Slow and long and deep. Each fuck-plunge was to the hilt. Each fuck-plunge forced a gasping cry from her. Doubled up like this, with her cunt vulnerable to total penetration, she realized after a few minutes that he was fucking that whole monster prick into her cunt.
It wasn't hurting as much now. The burning, the ripping pain . . . was fading. Now a glow of . . . sensation . . .
Sherri began to pant. Horse was leaning heavily on her, pressuring her into a more compressed doubled-up position. He was fucking his cock hard, fast, always so deep! fucking it into her pussy!
She couldn't escape his fucking cock. What was going to happen? An even more terrible fear shook her. She wailed as the glow in her guts and cunt changed and became intense-and finally she couldn't deny its character any longer.
Sherri sobbed as pleasure spread tentacles through her body and mind. She shuddered in a whirlpool of conflicting emotions.
She screamed, "NO! NO! NO! I DON'T WANT IT!" as the pleasure grew stronger ... as it turned golden and urgent. "STOP! OH-PLEASE-STOP!"
And then she released her knees. Her thighs opened on her chest, came free of his weight, spread wide . . . her feet touched the carpet . . . her toes curled down . . .
Horse fucked her roughly. His monster cock fucked in a welter of her pussy juices. Each total fuck-plunge brought a sticky-wet impact that sent shuddering ripples through her cunt flesh.
Sherri fought to keep her orgasm from happening.
But nothing could stop the lava-like ecstasy that suffused her entire being.
Now she was an animal! She braced her feet, dug in her toes, and jerked her hips to meet his giant fuck-plunges. Now she emitted guttural grunts as the monster prick smacked into her engorged, spasming cunt. Against her will, her arms enclosed Horse's neck. She sobbed and cried out with each huge fuck-thrust into her pussy.
Sherri was shameless, beyond humiliation. She was racked by an incredible climax that made her quiver as if she were in the grip of a terrible jungle fever. She shook and trembled beyond control. Her tits grew firmer, more swollen. Her nipples were ingots of lust. Her clit was a flaring source of intense pleasures. Her belly tightened and knotted. She grew hoarse from her screams-screams now of rapture.
Horse's monster cock was a golden rod of pleasure for her. His prick reamed her cunt as it fucked and filled and stretched her cunt, as he fucked so deep, and pressed that deep cunt-mouth farther back, battering that place, causing secret, ecstatic convulsions in her pussy that triggered her into mind-burning paroxysms of sweet, breathless pleasure.
She lost contact with reality. She jerked her hips with maniacal greed, fucking, fucking, fucking! She dug urgent fingers into Horse's back and neck. She sucked huge lungfuls of air and whined and grunted and gasped and begged him . . . begged him not to stop fucking her.
Sherri's eyes rolled up in her head. She lost coordination. She flopped and wriggled and jerked under him.
Horse finally came! He levered her twitching legs up onto his shoulders and fucked his monster cock-now even thicker and longer and more vibrant-into Sherri's frothing, spasming fuck-hole. He pumped jet after jet of cum into her pussy. The hot, thick jism bathed her inner cuntmouth like a special lubricant, and the resulting sensations for Sherri became even more acute and intense.
She squawked hoarsely and her body vibrated with a series of violent interior convulsions.
Finally, Horse collapsed on her, covering her naked form. His cock remained three-quarters buried in her cunt, still pulsing, still pumping out cum.
Sherri lay twitching, her belly jumping, eyes closed, breathing heavily.
Horse lay atop her for a few minutes, recovering. His massive cock still filled her cunt, but his prick was a soft, rubbery ghost of what it had been.
Sherri's green eyes opened. She was still tingling, still glowing in her guts. Her skin was damp with sweat. Her scalp was damp. Her red hair was disheveled.
Marty stood staring at them, his face pale. Ella looked shell-shocked.
Horse stirred and struggled to disengage from Sherri. "My God, what a fuck!"
Sherri felt his cock start to pull out of her pussy and reflexively cried out, "No! Leave it in. Leave your cock in." She tried to hold him down on top of her.
Horse disgustedly pushed her arms away and pulled out. His cock emerged wet and sticky from tip to base. His pubic hair was smeared, too. His cock flopped down to graze the cockhead on the carpet.
"Shit-first you fight to keep me out, now you fight to keep me in."
Ella recovered her poise. "I told you. She's nothing but cunt. You can take her with you if you want. Use her in some of your porno films."
Horse stood up. He headed for the bathroom for a shower. "I don't want her. We never have any trouble finding beautiful girls for our films. Shit, they practically break down the doors." He disappeared into the hall.
Sherri lay curled into a ball. She was still dazed by what had happened. Her body had betrayed her. Maybe she was only a cunt-a walking, talking, beautiful cunt!
Ella stood up and prodded Sherri's naked back with a foot. "All right, smart-ass, get up and get out! And tell that fat, stupid, lazy husband of yours-if you ever see him again-that neither one of you is welcome up here again!" She prodded Sherri more firmly. "Do you understand? Is that understood?"
Sherri nodded and managed to sit up. She felt Horse's cum dripping out of her cunt onto the carpet. Let Margie clean it up. Maybe Ella would make the girl lick the cum up.
Ella tossed Sherri her green and silver cocktail dress. "Get this rag back on and leave!"
Numbly, Sherri obeyed.
Chapter Seven
Sherri was lying on the bed in the apartment, wearing only a pink terry-cloth robe after the longest, hottest shower she had ever taken. It was nearly midnight. She'd been staring at the ceiling in the darkness, for hours.
She heard a key in the apartment door . . . heard someone enter. Saw light come on in the living room. Someone was walking heavily through the rooms. , She didn't care who it was-building manager or thief. So what? Who cared?
The bedroom door opened and Bobby stood framed in the lighted doorway.
"Sherri?" He bounded forward and sat on the edge of the bed. "Hey, I got a job! Not a salesman's slot, an office job. But it's in a little town seventy-five miles north, up the coast. We'll have to give up this overpriced apartment. And we'll have to let the furniture go. And rent a furnished place. And . . . Hey, you okay?"
Sherri managed a smile.
Bobby continued: "I know I should have called, but I was on my own and I didn't want to call until I got a job and knew I could get out of the situation I had us in." He grinned down at her, waiting to be praised.
She patted his cheek. "You did good."
"I had to do something. That last party with Ella and Marty and Margie . . . that finally got to be too much. I knew you were 'showing me' and , . . shit, honey ..."
He shifted onto the bed till he was lying beside her. He kissed her, but Sherri was unresponsive.
"We'll start over, okay? And listen, there's one good thing came from us knowing the Langs. I found out getting my cock sucked is damned nice, and you're damned good at cock-sucking."
Sherri smiled. "Yes, we discovered a lot about ourselves."
He slid a hand into her robe and caressed her big tits. "Would you like to do a little cock-sucking now? I've been thinking about it all the way back. And I want to try eating your pussy, too. I want to learn to suck cunt, so I can make you come like that."
Sherri turned to her husband. "What a man I've got!"
She kissed him lovingly and passionately. A few minutes later, she was filling her mouth with his wonderful cock.
As she sucked, Sherri marveled at how things had worked out.
