The passions and desires that most people only dream about fulfilling are usually kept hidden beneath a veneer of respectability and outwardly normal appearances. Mostly under unique circumstances on a psychiatrist's couch, in a place far from family and acquaintances, on occasion where alcohol and the relaxed inhibitions of others lend an air of recklessness and experimentation, are those desires ever expressed or experienced.
This is a story about married adults who, while still in love with their respective mates, find themselves getting bored. Then an unusual set of circumstances revolutionizes their lifestyles, and forever changes the workings of their marriages.
And while they struggle to come to terms with their new way of life, they also struggle to keep up a facade of respectability. They attend the proper social functions, keep their homes in good order, and work at their jobs--while behind the scenes they embark upon a path condemned by many but which, for them, is a new lease on life.
THREE HOT WIVES--the story of one possible road to marital happiness. A path taken by many others today. A comment on the changing mores of our restless society.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Mike, Pat and Tim were having the time of their lives during the daily executive meeting. As the three attorneys in the law firm Johnson, Johnson & Johnson, they were all young, wealthy and successful. Each of them had a personal secretary. Mike, the oldest of the three bothers, had two personal secretaries.
The conference room was dominated by one long table with twelve chairs neatly arranged around it. But some of the chairs were askew on that afternoon during the "executive meeting." They were askew because the meeting was nothing more than a daily orgy where the three brothers fucked their secretaries.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Mike sighed as he pumped his hips, reaming his secretary's pussy with his throbbing prick. He had her bent over the table. Her dress was up and the ripe moons of her succulent ass were obscenely exposed to his hungry gaze. Behind Mike, his other secretary was following his every move, licking his asshole greedily.
"Fuck me,' the secretary on the table gasped, her cheek against the wood. Her clit was getting hotter with each stroke of Mike's prick as he fucked her.
"Don't you know it, sweetheart," Mike replied. He fucked into her cunt, ramming his hips against her ass. The woman was shoved forward until the front of her thighs collided with the edge of the table. Her tits billowed out of her bra, squeezed almost flat on the hard wood.
Mike, in his haste to get his nuts off, hadn't even bothered to undress his secretary. Instead, he just bent one over the table, pulled up her dress, pulled down her panties, and fucked his cock into her hot pussy.
"Damn, this feels good," Mike said. "You've really got a tight pussy."
He pried apart the cheeks of her ass with his thumbs, watching the way his prick spread her cunt lips. A tingling started in his balls when he reamed her cunt deeply with his prick and his balls slapped against her thigh. It wouldn't be long, Mike knew, before he flooded her pussy with his fuck cream. Beside Mike, Pat was leaning against the table. His pants, like his older brother's, were down around his ankles. Pat's personal secretary, was on her knees, wantonly sucking his cock.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned; her mouth crammed with Pat's prick.
"Suck it, baby, suck it!" Pat groaned as he watched his young secretary tossing her face along his prick. He enjoyed the way her ripe red lips ovaled around the thickness of his prick. The sight of her sucking his cock was almost as stimulating as the actual feel of her lips, tongue and teeth working on his cock meat.
"Mmmmmmff!" the secretary moaned again. She looked up at Pat's face and saw the look of absolute ecstasy there. Soon she would have his cock cream spewing hotly against her tongue. The girl loved swallowing her boss' heavy wad.
Wrapping her hand around the shaft of Pat's prick, she began stroking the prick while she sucked on the cock head. By both jerking off and sucking off her boss, she knew a raise in salary would be on the way. He never failed to reward her properly for a hot, sensual blow-job.
Tim, the youngest of the three brothers, was on his knees on the plushly carpeted floor. His personal secretary was also on her knees, bent forward with her cunt stuffed with his cock.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Tim grunted as he stabbed his cock into her cunt. He loved fucking his secretary doggie-style. To fuck her pussy in this fashion never failed to make his cum gush from his balls mightily.
"I'm going to cum," the secretary whined, fingering her clit harder and faster as Tim's prick plunged deep up her fuck hole.
A moment later the clear pussy juice streamed from her pussy, drenching Tim's hairy balls. The cunt juice trickled down her thighs. She opened her mouth but no sound came out.
"Arrrrrggghhhh!" Tim groaned, feeling her cunt contracting around his fucking cock.
The added stimulation was all it took to push him over the edge of ecstasy. His hot spunk exploded out of his balls, raced the length of his prick's tube, then spit out of his cock head. The thick blobs of cum splattered against the walls of her cunt time and time again.
"Yessssss! Fill my pussy up with your cum!" the horny woman begged, thrashing her luscious ass back against Tim to take his fucking cock even deeper into her pussy.
Tim squeezed the girl's ass hard as he plunged into her. His cock felt as if it were on fire as jets of cum spewed out of his throbbing cock tip.
"Damn, that was good! Damn good!" Tim said. He pulled his satisfied prick out of her pussy and slowly rose to his feet. His pants were around his ankles. "Okay, darling, clean my prick off. You know what to do."
The secretary slowly spun around on her knees. She put her hands on Tim's thighs and caught his prick with her tongue. Slowly, gently, she sucked the shrinking-prick deep into the hot, wet recesses of her mouth, licking and swallowing the mixture of manly jism and feminine oil.
When Tim's prick was completely clean the secretary released his cock from her mouth's loving embrace. Raising the prick with her fingertips, she licked his balls lovingly for a moment.
"That's fine, now do the rest," Tim said.
The girl raised Tim's underwear, gingerly tucking his sensitive, soft prick inside. Then she pulled his pants up, fastened the belt and pulled up the zipper.
"Did you enjoy it?" she asked.
"Of course I did, darling. There's nobody like you.
Mike pulled his prick out of his secretary's cunt and guided the conical cock head to her puckered bunghole. His cock felt like a burning poker and he wanted to fuck her ass as he shot his cum-load.
Behind Mike, his other secretary was shoving her tongue as deep as she could up his asshole while she fondled his cum-laden balls.
"Get ready 'cause you're taking the big one up the ass," Mike chuckled. He rubbed the head of his prick against his secretary's bung hole, making it slick with her pussy juice. Then, squaring his feet, he lunged forward, fucking half his cock up her ass.
"Awwwwwwww! Damn, that's tight," the woman hissed, feeling her asshole stretching around Mike's prick.
She bit her bottom lip, wiggling her ass and trying not to scream. She felt like telling the whole world how fantastic it felt to have her boss' cock fucked up her asshole.
The tightness of the woman's ass created too much pleasure for Mike. He pulled back so that just the head of his prick was still in her asshole, then stabbed his cock meat into her ass even harder than the first time. Reaming her bunghole with the entire vibrating length of his prick, Mike felt the twitches come from his balls.
"Fuck!" he hissed, keeping his prick completely embedded in her ass. The other woman was tonguing his puckered asshole hungrily, holding his balls in her palm as she waited to feel them jumping about as they pumped out their load of cum.
Mike 1eaned over his secretary, trying to shove his cock even deeper in her asshole. His spunk exploded from his hairy balls, gushing into her ass.
"Ug! Ug! Ug!" Mike grunted as his cum gushing cock emptied into her bunghole.
He waited until she had drained him of all his cum, then he pulled his prick from her ass.
"Okay," he said to his other secretary, "now clean it."
The young woman looked at Mike's cummy cock. She swallowed the cock, taking it down her throat. Her red lips were ovaled around the root of Mike's shrinking prick. When she was finished and Mike's cock was soft and sated, both secretaries lovingly dressed their boss.
Pat had his fingers entwined in his secretary's hair as she gulped his cock meat deep into her throat. Her eyes were closed and her face had a dreamy expression on it.
"Ohhhhhhh! Get ready, lover, you're going to get a stomach full of my cum."
"Mmmmmmmmm!" the secretary moaned hungrily, twisting her mouth around his prick. Her throat was stretched massively to accommodate the thickness and length of Pat's prick.
Holding the girl's head motionless, Pat stood up straight and began pumping his hips, fucking her face with his cock. His prick tip slithered deep into her throat, then pulled back so she could caress the sensitive cockhead with her lips and tongue.
"Suck me! Ohhh! Suck my cock! Awwww! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Pat said in a choked voice as the cum rose in his balls.
The creamy, thick blobs of spunk splattered against the roof of his secretary's mouth. She relaxed her throat, swallowing the salty jism as he fucked her throat. With his cock completely engulfed in her mouth, more of Pat's sticky load of fuck cream gushed into her belly.
"Mmmmmffft!" the girl managed to moan, the sound coming from deep in her cock-filled throat.
Pat released the girl's hair and let her suck on his prick at her own pace. His vision was blurry from passion as he watched her dragging her luscious lips along the stem of his prick.
"Ohhhhhhhh! Man, you can really suck cock," he groaned as she swallowed the last drop of his cum.
The girl released his prick from her mouth and said: "I thought you were never going to stop cumming. You damn near drowned me in cum."
Pat chuckled lightly, enjoying the sight of his secretary lovingly rubbing his cock against her face.
"I call this executive meeting to a close," Mike said, feigning an authoritative tone. "Meeting adjourned."
His brothers laughed as the secretaries rearranged their clothing and applied fresh make-up. None of them noticed that the side door leading into the conference room was open a couple of inches, or that three pale faces were looking in.
The lawyers did not know that their wives had intended on surprising them by taking them out for brunch. They did not know that their wives had watched as they fucked.
CHAPTER TWO
The three wives sat in a small, dimly lit bar. All three of them had misty eyes from crying. Seeing their husbands fucking and getting blow-jobs had been a great shock.
"You know what's so ridiculous," Sara, the oldest of the three women, said, "is that I've never been with any man but Mike. He's been my only lover. I wonder how many lovers he's had since we've been married."
Sara thought about her relationship with Mike. They had first started dating as high school kids. After graduation, they got married and she lost her virginity. Mike went to college and so did Sara. After they received their bachelor's degrees, Sara had to work to finance Mike's continuing education. After Mike passed his bar exams and became a lawyer, Sara had two babies--a boy and a girl. He had kept her at home taking care of the children since then.
The other two wives, Abigail, eighteen, and Bernice, twenty-seven, agreed that they, too, had only made love to their husbands and to nobody else.
It turned out that the three women actually had a lot in common, aside from all marrying brothers. None of them led a very interesting sex life. The only position they'd ever been in while fucking was the missionary position.
"You know," Sara said, "if Mike ever asked me to bend over a table so he could fuck me, I sure would do it."
Abigail, Tim's wife, dabbed at her watery eyes with a Kleenex. "And if Tim had ever asked me to put his... thing in my mouth, I would have. I'd do anything he wanted. Anything at all! We've only been married three months!"
Abigail started crying again and was comforted by Sara and Bernice.
As Abigail cried, Sara, the most intelligent of the three women, began thinking. The tables, she decided, could easily be turned on the men. At thirty-two, she was at the height of her feminine beauty. Her body was luscious, with all the right curves in all the right places.
"Ladies, we're about to even the score with our cheating husbands."
"How?" Bernice asked, her eyes wide with interest.
"I'm not sure yet. Let me think about it for a bit. But don't you worry." Sara leaned back in her chair, sipping her martini. "I'm going to figure something out. If they're going to have fun, so are we!"
"Look, you've been complaining about being bored far so long I've decided to do something about it," Mike said as he pulled the car to the curb. "Ever since the children went off to school last fall, you've been complaining and complaining. Well, Pat and Tim and I have made a little investment I think you'll find both profitable and interesting."
Sara didn't know what her husband had up his sleeve, but she was certain she wouldn't like it. It had been a week since she had caught him fucking his secretary, and since then she couldn't look at him without thinking about that tragic afternoon.
"The place was owned by three professional baseball players," Mike continued, getting out of the car. He took Sara's hand and led her toward a stucco house. "They made all kinds of weird changes inside, and the realtor had to drop the price to half of what the place is worth in order to sell it."
Sara listened quietly to her husband's plan as she toured the house. It was in the suburbs, quietly nestled between several homes in the middle-class price range.
The baseball players had been the partying kind. The changes they made in the house made it almost impossible for anyone but a sports freak to live there. What had been the living room was now something of a bar, with a juice, television in one corner and stools along a mahogany bar in the other corner. A bedroom had been converted into a small locker-room area for the players and all their friends to change clothes.
In the basement, there was a room for weight training, a small sauna, and a room with a whirlpool. What had been a simple, normal bathroom had been converted to a larger bathroom and shower area.
"Now that the kids are in school, my brothers and I figured you, Abigail and Bernice might like to run a health spa for women."
"Oh, so that's what you've been leading up to."
"Look, everybody's trying to get in shape these days. You could run the place from, say, eight-thirty or nine to three or three-thirty. That way you'll be home to send the kids off to school and can return in time for them when they come home--and can still cook supper.
Sara was just about to tell her husband precisely what the fuck he could do with his plan, but she changed her mind. The idea struck her so clearly and vividly that it almost frightened her.
"That sounds like a perfectly wonderful idea," she said, studying the bar area. "Perfectly wonderful! We'll even be able to have a small menu for the... . ladies. You know, simple sandwiches and that sort of thing."
"I knew you'd see it my way!" Mike said joyously. He scooped Sara up in his arms and kissed her. He felled to realize her kiss had no passion in it at all.
CHAPTER THREE
On the day of The Spa's grand opening Sara was a stunning example of feminine beauty in its prime. Her large, deep-brown eyes held a glint of mischief in them. High cheekbones were highlighted with rouge. Her pink, glossy lips sparkled devilishly.
Sara's body was in perfect condition for a woman of thirty-two. Being as critical as possible of herself, Sara admitted in her own mind that she had only one flaw--and that one
she blew all out of proportion. Her stomach, through perfectly flat and without an ounce of flab, had several small, slender lines on it. They were stretch marks from having her children. Although the lines were very inconspicuous, Sara was certain that any man would notice them at a glance and be instantly turned off.
To hide this, she wore an old-fashioned corset. The corset, white, was made with plenty of frilly lace to make it pleasing to the eye. In the corset, her stomach was hidden but her cunt was exposed.
The corset covered her tits, but just barely. The big thirty-eight-inch mounds of firm, full tit flesh billowed out the tops of the cups. The dark edges of Sara's areolas could even be seen peeking above the corset. Below, the corset stopped at her hips. There her blonde-furred pussy was exposed. Two garter straps on each side held up matching white, thigh-high silk stockings.
Sara felt obscene; dressed as she was. Although that was her intention, she still felt embarrassed by it.
"It's too late to back down now," she mumbled, adjusting a stocking before stepping into her shoes. She picked up a floor-length robe and slipped it on. The robe was made of a see-through gauzy material, with an intricate floral pattern of lace.
Sara looked at herself in the full-length mirror of the locker room. She was gorgeous and she knew it. But her cunt was exposed. Even though she had every intention in the world of fucking or sucking the first man who entered, The Spa, she just couldn't convince herself to be that obvious. She pulled a pair of white bikini panties up her legs and felt more comfortable.
Now all she had to do was wait for the first customer who wanted to work his body into shape. Then he would really have something to tell his buddies about.
John and Steve nearly creamed in their pants when they saw the luscious Sara Johnson. She was more beautiful than any woman they'd ever seen in their lives. The curvaceous blonde was a walking wet dream.
"Welcome to The Spa, gentlemen," Sara said, smiling sweetly. She held her hands behind her back so the men wouldn't see them trembling. The move caused her tits to push out even harder against the bodice of the corset and more of her brown areolas were exposed to their hungry gaze. "Are you interested in a full one-year membership, or are you just visiting for the afternoon?"
"Full membership!" both men said in unison.
Sara took their membership fees and tried to keep her voice calm as she explained the different rooms. Weights and the sauna were downstairs, as were the showers. The locker room was upstairs. They had their choice of beer or wine, but no liquor would be served. And sandwiches were available if the men got hungry.
John and Steve, two young and successful businessmen in three-piece suits, decided they should have a beer first. Dropping their athletic bags to the floor, they sat on stools near the bar.
Sara went into the kitchen and brought out two cold beers from the refrigerator.
"Stay calm," she told herself quietly. "Just stay calm and don't make a fool of yourself."
She handed them the beers, staying behind the counter. It didn't bother Sara that the men were staring at her tits. In fact, she was pleased by it. Her husband had long ago ceased to notice how truly beautiful she was, and it was good for her confidence to know that she could still hold a man's attention.
"I'm sure you'll like The Spa," Sara said, leaning on the counter. She liked the clean, healthy looks and good physiques of John and Steve. "We're small and very private. You can really get your body in shape here. . . but by the looks of you two, there's not a lot of work to be done."
"I've been in a lot of health clubs in my life," Steve said, "but I've never been in one with anyone as lovely as you to greet me."
"That's nice of you to say." Sara walked around the counter and the men swiveled on their stools, now with their backs to the bar. "You gentlemen are The Spa's first customers. And for that you get a special greeting from me. I'm Sara, your receptionist and the manger of this house for the refinement of the body."
Sara looked at Steve and John. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do first. The idea of having a cock fucked up her virgin asshole sent a shiver racing up her spine. No, she thought, that just won't do.
Slow1y, as her eyes locked onto John's, Sara knelt. She sat on her heels with her hands on her thighs, wishing she had the courage to boldly reach out and rub her hand on the men's crotches.
"This is my idea of a health spa," John chuckled. He was more forward than his friend. Pulling down his zipper, John pulled out his big, half-hard prick. "Come on, Sara, why don't you suck on this for a while?"
Sara looked at John's cock. Even though it wasn't fully hard yet, it was bigger than her husband's prick. She felt butterflies in her stomach and a tightness in her head. Her hand was trembling when she reached out and tentatively wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his prick.
"It's so warm," Sara purred softly. "And big."
Sara stroked John's cock gingerly, unsure exactly of what was expected of her. She felt the cock meat twitch and grow in her fist.
"It's beautiful," Sara sighed. "You have such a beautiful cock, John."
"Suck me, Sara. Give me a little head."
"Head?"
"Yeah, a blow-job, baby! Stick that big prick in your mouth and go to it."
Sara's mouth watered as she thought about what his cock would taste like as it was crammed deep into her mouth. Giving a blow-job was something she had never really thought much about, something that her husband had never even asked her to do. But now, after seeing the secretary sucking her husband's cock clean, Sara was intensely curious as to what a man's cock meat would taste like.
Steve, not nearly us bold as John, fidgeted, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he watched the beautiful honey blonde stroking his friend's prick. He thought of whipping out his cock and shoving it at Sara's face, but that wasn't his style.
Sara noticed Steve's discomfort and she let her fingertips graze over his tensed thigh, scratching his skin through his pants. Her fingernails were extremely long, extending nearly an inch beyond the ends of her fingers. They were carefully painted a brilliant red color. Sara watched her own hand creeping up the inside of Steve's thigh. The hand seemed strangely disembodied to her, as though it really belonged to someone else, because Sara couldn't imagine herself kneeling before two men she had just met, stroking one cock and reaching for another.
Sara couldn't imagine it before, but she was indeed hungry for the feel of Steve's cock. John had almost forced his prick into her fist, but Sara wanted more. She had denied herself the thrills of strangers' cocks for too long and she wasn't going to wait any longer.
"I've got to have your cock," Sara heard herself say. The words seemed to burn in her ears.
She released John's cock and used both hands to unbuckle Steve's belt and then pulled his pants down. When she got them down to his ankles, she looked up to see his enormous cock--nearly ten inches of solid mean-looking cock meat.
"Are you scared of it?" Steve asked. Sara was about to joke with Steve when she suddenly realized that he wasn't being sarcastic. He actually was afraid that she wouldn't want his prick because it was too big. "N-No, I'm not. It's big-- bigger than any cock I've ever seen in my whole life."
Sara decided that it was best not to tell Steve and John of her almost total lack of sexual information and experience. She saw Steve's giant-sized balls and gasped in surprise. They hung down a full five inches and were easily twice as large as her husband's balls.
Her mouth watered as she stared hungrily at Steve's cock. It was positively beautiful in her eyes. Long, with a thick blue vein running along a ragged line on the broad, almost flat upper surface. Steve's prick looked like a fleshy battering ram.
"I love it," Sara purred.
Wrapping one hand over the other, Sara grabbed Steve's cock like a baseball bat. This still left plenty of cock meat for her to suck on. Closing her eyes, she brought her face close to the cock head and inhaled. The slightly musty aroma of his prick drifted to her nostrils, and Sara wasn't at all displeased with it.
"Hey, what the fuck is this? Don't forget about me," John complained. Sara wasn't stroking on this cock any more and he didn't like playing second fiddle to anyone, certainly not to his best friend.
Sara ignored John's cock. Steve, who was clearly more sensitive than John, was the one Sara really wanted. She wanted to please him more than anything in the world.
"Go ahead, Sara. It's okay." Steve said quietly.
Sara kissed the tip of Steve's cock. The spongy texture of his prick surprised her and when she backed away, Sara saw the cleat imprint of her lips on the prick tip, where the lipstick had rubbed off.
"Come on, Sara, I've got a cock that needs your attention, too." There was a whining quality to John's voice now as his need to fuck his throbbing prick into the blonde's mouth grew greater by the second.
Sara continued to kiss the tip of Steve's cock. As the prick got harder and thicker, Sara's courage grew. Tentatively, she allowed the tip of her tongue to slither out between her lips. For the first time in her life she caught the faint taste of cock meat. The taste instantly thrilled her, making her pussy juice begin to flow, lubricating her wanton, empty pussy.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Sara moaned. She remembered how the secretary had moaned when she sucked on Mike's cock, and Sara was mildly surprised to find that moaning was a natural response.
Take my cock into your mouth," Steve instructed. He put his hands on his hips, trying to act nonchalant as Sara planted a series of light, smacking kisses on his cock head.
Opening her mouth wide and tilting her head back, Sara stuck her tongue out. She licked at the clefted underside of Steve's cock-knob, enjoying the salty, manly essence of his prick.
"That's it," Steve sighed, "lick my cock. Get it nice and wet with your mouth, then suck it."
Sara opened her eyes, turning them lovingly up to Steve's face. At that instant, Sara loved Steve more than she ever loved her husband. She tongued down the rubbery underside of Steve's prick until she reached her fists.
John couldn't wait any longer for Sara to get around to sucking his prick. Grabbing his hard-on, he began stroking his cock, puffing the loose, soft skin sheathing the hard meat inside back and forth. Taking a step forward, John touched his prick tip to Sara's shoulder, wiping off the pearly drop of pre-cum that had fanned at the piss slit onto her robe.
"I can't believe I'm going to do this," Sara sighed, pulling her face away from Steve's cock briefly. "Okay, John, I won't forget about you. You've just got to give me some time to adjust. I've never done this before and I might not be very good at it."
"You're trying to tell me you've never sucked cock before?" John asked. incredulously.
Sara quickly decided that it would be best not to let the men know of her inexperience. She'd just have to bluff her way through the blow-jobs using instinct to guide her along the way.
"No, of course not," Sara said. "I didn't mean that at all. It's just that I've never sucked two cocks at once before. It's not an easy thing to do, you know."
John chuckled and Sara grabbed their cocks. She stroked both pricks at the same time, holding the prick tips close together. She kissed the knob of John's cock, finding the taste slightly sharper than Steve's. Lashing at the crown of the cock meat with her tongue, Sara tasted pre-cum for the first time, The taste was pungent and salty, not unlike what she expected.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" she moaned. Turning to John, she sucked his massive, throbbing prick tip into her hot mouth. Her ripe, pink lips ovaled around his cock shaft as her tongue moved slowly along the underside of his prick.
She had done it. Finally, Sara had a cock in her mouth. She kept her eyes open, looking at how the root of John's prick stretched the opening of his pants out. Jerking on Steve's huge cock, Sara brought it closer to her face until his prick-knob was against her cheek.
"She's really beautiful, isn't she?" Steve said, putting his hand on John's shoulder for support. His knees trembled slightly with excitement as he watched the gorgeous blonde sucking his friend's prick.
Sara twisted her face around the delicious knob of John's cock, then released it from her mouth with a popping sound. She kissed the drooling prick tip, licking a drop of pre-cum off.
"Mmmmmmm!" Sara moaned, savoring the salty taste. "Now it's your turn."
She swallowed as much of Steve's cock into her mouth as she could, taking his fucker deeper than she had taken John's cock. With the spongy prick tip wedged firmly against the back of her mouth, Sara twisted and rotated her face on the meaty column of cock meat. Her lips moved in a chewing motion, kneading the tingling flesh firmly but softly while her tongue blazed over every sensitive spot on his cock.
But, even though she had the cock in her mouth until it threatened to fuck down her throat, there was still much more of Steve's cock to be sucked. Sara pulled back, dragging her sensual lips along the slick surface of Steve's cock shaft until her lips were caressing the ridge of his cock head.
"Mmmmmmmffft!" she purred, bobbing her head slowly to take the rim of his prick tip back and forth between her hot, cock-hungry lips. She made a promise to herself to one day be able to take all of Steve's cock into her mouth, to deep-throat his big fucker until his balls leaped between his legs and pumped gobs of salty, creamy cum into her stomach.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh! Suck me, Sara," Steve whispered softly, watching the blonde fucking her face on his throbbing cock-pole. When she pulled back, he saw the fullness of her tits as they billowed out from the top of her corset. The milky mounds of tit flesh were squeezed together and upward, the cleavage tight and pleasing to the eye.
Working both hands, Sara sucked on Steve's cock a while longer before returning her attention to John. She took his cock-rod into her hot, sucking mouth until the cock-head was almost going down her throat. Then, to her surprise, John hooked his hand behind her head and pulled her face toward him as he lunged at her with his meaty lance of cock-meat.
"Ummg!" Sara squealed, her mouth crammed with cock-meat and her jaws beginning to ache from being spread so wide for so long.
Sara felt the big cock-head slam against the back of her mouth, then fuck down her throat. Sara's beautiful brown eyes were wide with fear and pain as she stabbed her long fingernails into John's thighs.
"Ouch! You damn bitch! What the hell did you do that for?" John snapped.
Sara rubbed her throat. Her eyes were watery. Her throat felt sore.
"Why the hell did you try to kill me with your cock?" She looked up at Steve and saw the concern in his eyes. It pleased her. "I like your cock much better."
Steve caressed Sara's cheek with his fingertips. Turning to his friend he said: "Listen, John, why don't you get changed and I'll be with you in just a little while. The mood just isn't quite right between you and Sara.
"Ah, why the fuck not?" John hissed angrily. He picked up his bag. "Where did you say the locker room was?"
"Around the corner," Sara answered. When she was alone in the room with Steve she grabbed his cock again. "Now I'm going to give you a blow-job." Blow-job! She had finally said it boldly and confidently. "I'm going to wrap my lips around your cock and suck you until you cum."
Steve bent down and squeezed Sara's firm, milky white tit through her corset. The tit flesh was warm in his hand, completely filling his palm.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Sara sighed as she felt the hot tingles of desire coming from her nipple. She was getting more hot and horny by the second. A man she hardly knew was tenderly caressing her ripe, ready body.
"Let me eat you out while you suck me," Steve said as he pushed the corset down slightly, causing Sara's big tit to tumble out. The nipples were long and pointed, erect from the excitement she felt. "We'll sixty-nine ourselves into absolute ecstasy!"
Sara stroked Steve's cock as he rubbed and tugged lightly on her burning nipples. The hard buds were sending waves of desire throughout her curvaceous, quivering body.
"No, not this time," Sara said after a long moment of silence. "This time I just want to please you, please you better than anyone ever has in your entire life. Some other time you and I can make it that way."
"Okay, then you'd better hurry. I don't want John to be too angry with me."
Sara didn't have to be asked twice. She grabbed Steve's prick again and gulped the cock-head into her lush, moist mouth.
"Mmmmmmfff!" she slurped, lashing at the cock-head with her slithering tongue.
Sue soon learned to stroke and twist her hands around the cock-shaft while she used her lips and tongue to tantalize the throbbing crown of Steve's prick.
"Ohhhhh! Yeah, Sara, that's right," Steve sighed "Ohhhhh! You're so beautiful with my cock in your mouth."
Sara tilted her head back to look up at Steve. Her ripe, red lips were twisted out of shape, wrapped firmly and succulently around the pulsating tip of his cock. A strange feeling seeped through her body as she looked up at him. She found it hard to believe that she actually had a cock stretching her lips, flattening her tongue in her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm!" Sara purred hungrily.
Whipping at the spongy underside of the cock-head with her tongue. Sara tasted the pre-cum that oozed out of the tiny slit. The pungent taste delighted her.
A thousand emotions were going through Steve's mind as he watched Sara pistoning her lovely face over his enormous cock. With her hair pulled back and piled loosely on top of her head in a French twist, she had some strands falling down the sides of her face, framing her loveliness as she wantonly gave him a hot blow-job.
"Sara, I've got a cum-load that's going to drown you," Steve said. He wasn't bragging, simply telling the truth. His balls hadn't unloaded their fuck cream in well over a week, and he could feel cum simmering at a low boil.
"Mmmmmmm!" Sara cooed as she stroked and fondled his prick-shaft with her hands. She scratched his balls lightly with her extremely long fingernails.
Pushing her face forward, Sara felt the huge prick-tip strike the opening of her throat. She wanted to take the cock deeper into her mouth, feel all of his cock-meat throbbing lustily in her throat, but she simply couldn't. "I'l1 do anything you want," Sara said softly, rubbing the head of Steve's prick against her, soft cheeks as she looked up at him. "Just tell me and I'll do anything you want."
"Just keep sucking," Steve replied, watching Sara's cheeks begin to glisten in the light from the mixture of spit and pre-cum. "You're doing absolutely fantastic so far."
Saw opened her mouth wide and gulped the cock-head deep into her hot oral fuck hole once more. She was thirsty for the taste of Steve's cum now, needed to feel him pumping out the rich bolts of cum. She had never really tasted jism before. Her husband had never asked her to suck cock but she was sucking a large prick now because that's what she wanted to do.,
"Mmmmmmmmft!" Sara slurped.
She whipped her cum-smeared lips over Steve's prick, feeling it vibrate against her tongue. The cock-head expanded, becoming even larger in her hotly sucking mouth. Sara applied a strong suction to the cock-meat and she felt Steve's legs begin to quiver.
"Awwwwwww!" he groaned as the cum bubbled in his balls.
Sara's curvaceous body pitched like a boat in a stormy sea as she gobbled on Steve's cock. She gulped the throbbing, hot, delicious prick-meat into her mouth until the spongy cock-head slammed against the opening of her throat. Her fist stroked and squeezed the bone-hard prick, jerking the loose skin sheathing the inner core of hard cock-meat back and forth.
'Awwwwww! Eat meeeeee!" Steve cried as the cum exploded form his balls.
Sara's supple, red lips were clamped tightly around the cock-head when the first pungent blast of cum gushed against her frisking tongue. The sharp, salty taste of the jism surprised her and she gasped, causing a river of milky fuck cream to spill out of her hungry mouth. The thick, gooey spunk ran down her chin from the corner of her mouth, dangling crazily from her face.
"Suck meeeeeee!" Steve hissed.
Pushing her beautiful face forward, Sara took Steve's cock into the hot, moist recesses of her mouth. With the cock-head rammed against the back of her mouth, the second giant stream of cum exploded out of the cock's crown. This time the spunk shot straight down Sara's throat and she swallowed instinctively.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Sara moaned, pulling back so that just the cum-gushing prick-tip was still in her mouth, throbbing lustily on her thrashing tongue.
Although Sara had never given her husband a blow-job before, she did know how much he came. And he never came nearly as much as Steve did. A third, fourth and fifth powerful stream of cum squirted out of Steve's immense cock-head. After that, a slow but steady stream of spunk trickled out of the slitted head of his cock, filling Sara's mouth.
"Ummmmm! Ummmmmgg!" the hot-blooded blonde cooed as she felt her mouth being deluged with cock cream. With just the tip of Steve's cock-head still in her mouth, she gulped the thick, gooey wad of cum down.
"Oh, baby! That was fantastic!" Steve said weakly.
She swallowed several more times, then began bobbing slowly and lovingly over Steve's cock-pole. She didn't want to ever let his prick out of her mouth. Turning her big, beautiful brown eyes up to Steve's face, she saw the look of ecstasy and felt joyous at her new cock-sucking ability.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned, long and loud for Steve's benefit. She wanted to let him know exactly how much she adored his giant-sized prick.
"Y-you'd better stop now," Steve said after a couple of seconds. "You've drained me dry, sweetheart."
Almost sadly, Sara let Steve's prick slip from between her cummy lips. She kissed the cock-head and then stood up, a sultry smile turning up the corners of her lips.
"That was wonderful of you to let me do that." Sara rolled her tongue around in her mouth, savoring the lingering salty taste of Steve's spunk. "It was so sharp tasting--really delicious."
"I'd better go see what John's up to," Steve said as he fastened his pants properly again. "The locker room's over here, right?"
"Yeah."
Sara looked at herself in the mirror behind the bar and another smile, even more wanton than the first, brightened her face. A river of cum ran from the corner of her mouth, down her chin to her neck. The blobs of white fuck cream clung wetly to her skin. She took a napkin from the bar and began wiping off the jism, wondering who would be the next man she would suck off.
She was absolutely certain of one thing she wasn't going to stop sucking cocks now. Not after she had tried it once. She would never again pass up the opportunity to give a hot succulent blow-job.
CHAPTER FOUR
John was in his jogging shorts and a T-shirt when he walked into the weight room and saw Bernice waiting for him. His anger was still aroused from Sara paying too much attention to Steve's prick and not enough to his own prick, so he was more than ready to fuck a tight pussy.
As soon as John saw Bernice, his prick started to get hard. She was sitting on the bench-press bench, her legs crossed daintily at the knee, looking about as sexy as any girl he had ever seen.
"Well, well, well," John said, his eyes traveling up and down her supple body. "What have we got here?"
Bernice, never one to be shy even though she had never sucked a cock or fucked anyone but her husband, took John in with her eyes and approved of what she saw.
"I'm here to assist you," Bernice said, feigning innocence. "To bring you anything you might need . . . or do whatever you want."
Bernice had chosen to wear a frilly lace dress that she had bought in a specialty shop downtown, specifically for the grand opening of The Spa. The material was transparent except where additional lace covered her tits and cunt. Her thigh-high white nylons and high-heeled shoes completed the sexy, alluring outfit.
"Dressed like that?" John asked, cocking an eyebrow. He liked the way Bernice's huge tits pushed her dress out. The swollen mounds of tit flesh could be seen almost to the nipple through her dress.
"Why not? I don't believe in false advertising."
Bernice shook her head and her brown, slightly wavy hair swirled. Her lips were glistening red and she licked her wide mouth, knowing that It was one of her more appealing features. Like Sara, Bernice had an exquisite figure measuring a mouth-watering 37-24-36--and she was going to really learn how to use it to attract men.
"I'll say not." John rubbed his prick through his shorts, moving closer to Bernice. "How about using that mouth to some better purpose?"
Although Bernice looked calm and sure of herself on the outside, she was really scared to death at the thought of taking a cock into her mouth. But John was walking toward her, rubbing his crotch, and she knew he wanted her wide, sensual mouth on his cock.
"What's your name?" Bernice asked as he stepped up,
"John. Now suck my cock," he said as he kicked off his gym shorts.
Bernice uncrossed her knees and spread them wide so John could stand even closer. His prick sprang out not yet fully hard. Bernice's breath caught in her throat as she looked at the long, twitching piece of cock-meat that swung slowly from John's crotch.
"Okay, anything you say, John."
Putting her hands on her thighs, Bernice leaned forward and scooped John's prick-tip into her mouth with her tongue. She applied a firm vacuum and swallowed the entire length of prickmeat into her warm, wet mouth.
"Mmmmmm!" she purred, swirling her tongue around his prick. The cock tasted strange to Bernice, and she wasn't at all displeased with the new sensation of having a prick in her mouth.
She instinctively bobbed her head slowly and was amazed at how quickly John's cock had swollen to full length. Within seconds, she could no longer take all of his hard cock into her mouth.
"Yeah, suck that cock nice and hard, bitch," John hissed. He cupped his hands behind Bernice's head. John started pumping his hips, fucking his pulsating prick deep into her hot, juicy mouth.
Bernice moaned, then groaned, when John reamed her mouth too deeply with his prick. She felt the cock-head wedge against her throat, then begin to go farther still.
"Keep sucking, damn you!" John hissed angrily when she squirmed on the bench. He watched her red, moist lips working on his fucker, chewing and kneading the hard cock flesh until it literally throbbed with excitement in her mouth.
Bernice felt uncomfortable at first. John was so forceful he didn't give her time to relax. But it didn't take long for her to get accustomed to having a big cock fucking her succulent lips. She clasped his prick with her lips while lashing at the driving, plunging cock-head with her tongue. When pre-cum trickled out, she swooned and twisted her face around the cock.
"Mmmmmmm!" Bernice moaned as John fucked her face harder and faster; driving his fucker into her mouth until his prick-tip jammed the opening of her throat.
"Okay, enough of this blow-job shit," John said, uncorking his meaty prick from her mouth. "Let's fuck, cock-sucker. I'm going to show you how a real man fucks!"
Bernice's pussy was already moist, almost dripping with girl-cum. She had been curious as to what it would be like to give a blow-job for quite some time, and now that she had actually done it, she was hornier than ever.
"Fuck me, please! Fuck me hard!" Bernice begged. The words thrilled her. She had wanted to say them for years, but her husband always scolded her when she got too forward.
Bernice spun on the small bench and lay down. Her legs were spread wide, dangling over the end with her feet on the floor. She watched John's cock glistening. Bernice thought it was sexy that his prick was wet from the cock-sucking.
"You're really going to get fucked now," John said as he reached down and grabbed Bernice's firm, warm tit, squeezing it through her sexy dress.
"Ohhhhh! Give it to me hard!" Bernice whimpered; fingering her throbbing, rigid clit as John looked down at her. A shiver went up her spine as she looked at his big wet prick.
John grabbed Bernice's dress and pushed it above her tits, bunching the material near her neck. He wasn't surprised to see that she wore neither bra nor panties.
Bernice's cunt bush was dark brown, trimmed to a perfect triangle. The pink, moist pussy gash showed in the middle, and John could actually see her erect clit throbbing at the top of her cunt.
"Take this, cock-sucker," he hissed, bending his knees to get at just the right angle. He brought the glossy head of his prick to Bernice's hungry pussy and shoved.
"Uh! Goddamn it, you're big!" Bernice gasped as John fucked half of his cock-rod into her pussy. "Fuck me, John! Fuck me hard and give me everything you've got!"
As John pulled his wick almost completely out of Bernice's moist, clasping pussy, he settled to his knees to get more comfortable. Then, pulling Bernice down the small table so that her ass was on the edge and her cunt was open and exposed, he plowed into her cunt again. This time his cock fucked to the balls in her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh! You're filling me up with your cock! Sweet John, you're so fucking big!" Bernice gasped. She closed her eyes, rolling her head from side to side on the padded bench. Never before had her cunt been crammed so full with a man's hard, driving pole of cock-meat.
John's ego soared as he watched Bernice's expression change to absolute ecstasy. He pistoned his hips, fucking his prick deep into her cunt. His prick rubbed against her fiery clit with each movement, sending the sparks of ecstasy jolting through every nerve in her body. John watched as Bernice's big, rosy nippled tits sloshed about crazily on her chest as she was tossed back and forth by his rampant fucking.
"Take this, cock-suck it" he said, pumping his cock into her clasping fuck-hole from different angles with each fuck-thrust.
Bernice's mind was spinning. Her mouth was open as she gulped in fresh air. Her tits wiggled and jiggled on her rib cage, the nipples long and tingling with excitement. Getting fucked by a strange man was something Bernice had been thinking about ever since she caught her husband fucking around in his conference room. And now she was surprised to find that the actual fucking was even better than the anticipation.
With her arms dangling limply over the sides of the narrow bench, Bernice gave herself totally to John. She was willing then and there to do anything he asked of her. Even though the thought of getting his big, heavily veined prick shoved up her ass sent shivers up her spine, she was willing to do it.
"You're so hard!" Bernice whispered after a moment. She could hear John's cock fucking into her wet pussy and the slurping sounds excited her even more. There was something deliciously erotic about the sound of a big, throbbing prick fucking into her wet pussy that added a certain special something to the fierce fucking.
"Fuck me, John! Ohhhhhh! You're fucking me so goddamn good!"
"Didn't I tell you I would, cock-sucker?"
John had his hands on the bench, holding it tightly so he wouldn't lose his balance. Bernice, needing to feel hands rubbing and pulling her nipples, decided that she had better do it herself. Reaching the twin mounds of firm, milky tilt flesh, she rolled the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
"Ahhhhhh! So good! So fucking good!" Bernice chanted as the fire in her pussy burned brighter. The rampaging cock was rubbing against her slick, throbbing clit, sending hot tingles all through her ripe, sensual body.
As Bernice tugged and pinched her nipples, more thrilling sensations seeped through her quivering body. Pussy juice streamed from her cunt, lubricating the fuck-hole for John's pounding piece of rock-hard prick.
"You bitch! Your pussy is so tight! God damn, your pussy is tight," John hissed through clenched teeth as he watched big prick sinking into her hot, kneading fuck-hole. When his crotch hair was mashed against Bernice's, John pound his hips hard against her, knowing that this gave added stimulation to her clit.
"Ohhhhhh! Yeah! Just like that! Just like that!"
Bernice wasn't totally surprised at the willingness with which she accepted her new, sensual role. The words that came out of her mouth were, however, quite surprising. Once she had begged her husband to shove his cock into her pussy and instead of saying making love she had said fucking. He had reacted by refusing to fuck her until she learned to talk and act like a lady.
But Bernice didn't want to be a sexless lady. She wanted to be a tramp, a slut or whore. She wanted to suck cocks and feel them throbbing against her tongue. She wanted her pussy fucked by countless different cocks and wanted to feel her clit tickled and tantalized until she climaxed. She wanted all those things... and now she was going to get them.
"Cum in me, darling! Goddamn it, I've got to have your cum in me," Bernice whimpered as she felt the pussy juice welling up inside her body. It wouldn't be long now before she spewed out her slick, clear love oil.
"Anything you say, cock-sucker. I'll flood your fucking guts with my cum!"
Bernice's hands opened and closed as she mauled her big, tingling tits. She dug her fingers deep into the pliable mounds, driven by runaway fuck-lust that ripped jagged holes in her senses.
"I'm cummming! Awwwwww! Fuck meeeee! Fuck me hard!" Bernice begged.
Her stomach suddenly knotted into rock solid muscles. The moment hung in space for an eternity, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
And then the moment broke. When it did all of Bernice's muscles relaxed at once and her hot pussy juice gushed from her prick-filled pussy. The girl-cum trickled down the crack of her tight ass. She kicked her legs up, causing one shoe to flip through the air and bounce off the far wall and locked her ankles together at the small of his back. She wanted to keep his cock splitting her cunt-lips forever.
"Bitch! Rotten, filthy cock-sucker!" John hissed, reaming Bernice's quaking cunt even harder. He felt her cunt contracting around his fucking cock as she tossed about in the convulsions of her orgasm, and the added stimulation was all it took for him to climax.
John fucked Bernice's juicy cunt, his hairy balls flopping against her ass-cheeks as he buried his cock to the hilt in her pussy.
"Kiss me, bastard! Kiss my hot lips!" Bernice gasped. Her big, succulent tits were flopping crazily on her chest as she took John's big prick deep into her cunt.
When John dropped down onto Bernice, he plastered his mouth to hers. She opened her mouth, sucking his tongue in. At that moment, as their tongues danced together, John's balls slapped against Bernice's ass and his cock exploded.
John groaned as his cum raced through the cock-tube, spurting into her cunt. He deluged the walls of her pussy with his fuck cream. His pistoning hips plundered Bernice's pussy, reaming her with his prick.
Bernice whimpered joyously as she nibbled on John's tongue, twitching her ass on the bench as her pussy was filled with hot, creamy jism. She clawed at John's back, scratching him through the T-shirt. He was only the second man to have fucked her, and she liked the way he pounded her cock-hungry cunt. He wasn't at all like her husband, and that was what Bernice liked.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" John sighed when his cum subsided. He kissed Bernice's perfumed neck. He dipped his head down to suck one throbbing nipple into his mouth.
CHAPTER FIVE
Abigail was nervous. It was Friday and The Spa had been open the entire week. And Abigail still hadn't fucked or sucked anybody. She had managed to always be someplace else whenever any of the men were around. In the five days, the three women had gotten five customers to come to The Spa. Each of the five men bought a membership as soon as they saw the sexy, scantily clad Sara. "I think we've got enough men now that we can close the doors and be a private club, Sara said as she inspected the fresh polish on an exquisite fingernail. "What about you two?"
"That sounds fine by me," Abigail said quickly. She had been finding it increasingly difficult to hide from the men and from Sara and Bernice.
"I don't know. I'd still like more variety n cocks," Bernice said, a sly twinkle in her eyes. She couldn't seem to get enough, fucking and sucking to really satisfy her urges.
Abigail picked up a bottle of tanning oil and left the room, walking out the back door of The Spa. The women had hired some carpenters to build a ten-foot-high redwood fence surrounding the back yard. Now they had plenty of privacy while outside.
In the back yard was a picnic table, and there were some trees. Not much more.
Abigail spread out a fluffy blanket on the grass. She was decked out in a skimpy two piece bikini bathing suit that hardly covered her tight little ass and cunt bush. Abigail, unlike the other two women, did not have giant tits that billowed out from her body. She had a ripe, compact body, honed to perfection by jogging and swimming.
"Almost up," Abigail mumbled as she looked at the sun. It wasn't quite nine in the morning yet and the sun wasn't over the fence top. She worked lotion into the backs of her thighs and calves, then stretched her sexy body out on the blanket. The sun would be up soon enough!
The doorbell rang exactly at nine. Sara looked out the window, smiling with anticipation. Chuck, Tony and Bill, three men who worked the night shift at a nearby factory, were waiting impatiently. Sara liked the men because they were young and horny and never failed to fuck her into an orgasm.
Opening the door, Sara beamed at them. "Welcome to The Spa, boys!"
Chuck scooped Sara into his arms, pushing her backward as his friends closed and locked the door. He brought his mouth down on Sara's slightly parted lips.
"Mmmmmmm!" Sara purred, slithering her tongue into his mouth. She boldly reached between his legs as they kissed and gave his prick a playful squeeze.
"Sara, you make me so fucking hot!" he gasped. He squeezed her tit through the white, lacy corset. His other hand was busy between Sara's luscious thighs, fondling the lips of her cunt.
Sara always wore the same type of corset, see-through robe and nylons. She had quit wearing panties though. They only got in the way.
"I want your prick," Sara panted. Chuck's fingers were working on her clit, making her cunt hot and juicy. She felt her knees trembling as her hand moved over the growing lump of cock-meat in his pants.
Chuck and Bill had their hands all over Sara's curvaceous body. Her corset had been pushed down and her big, creamy tits were being mauled. Chuck had his middle finger shoved into her cunt so deep that his palm rubbed against her hard, tingling clit.
"Take me," Sara gasped, closing her eyes as the fiery sensations of ecstasy ripped through her body. "I want you to fuck me!"
The three didn't even bother going to the couch, where they would have been more comfortable. Instead, they simply tumbled to the floor in a heap of feverish, passionate flesh.
Chuck pulled his finger out of Sara's cunt and pushed her onto her back. Grabbing her ankles, he spread her legs and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue shoved through her pussy-lips, scooping up the clear, slick oil that seeped out of her hot cunt.
"Mmmfffft!" he slurped, dragging his tongue through the blonde's juicy cuntal crease. Chuck fucked his finger back into her cunt as he sucked the throbbing clit between his lips.
"Ahhhhhh! Yes, finger-fuck me and eat me at the same time," Sara gasped.
Bill was kissing Sara's neck, working at his pants to get his cock out. He knew from experience what kind of magical wonders the gorgeous blonde could do with a cock in her mouth. He shoved his tongue in her ear, guiding Sara's right hand to his prick that jutted from the fly of his pants.
"Ohhhhhh! So fucking good!" she purred, feeling the warmth of Bill's prick in her palm. She began whacking feverishly on his cock, feeling it growing in her fist. Her mouth watered as though she were anticipating some delicious meal.
"Suck me!" Bill gasped. He completely opened his pants and pushed them down to his knees. Leaning over Sara's head, he rammed his hips downward. His spongy, conical cock-head slammed against Sara's cheek, sliding down near her ear.
"Uh! I want it in my--"
Sara was silenced when Bill's aim straightened on his second thrust She sucked hard on the plunging prick, slapping and rubbing the driving cock with her tongue. Her lips kneaded the veined cock-shaft as the prick-tip threatened to fuck right down her throat.
Chuck fingered and sucked Sara's pussy as he opened his pants. He was going to fuck the hot blooded hostess of The Spa so hard and fast she would think his cock was going to come right out her mouth.
"Suck meeeeeee!" Bill groaned, fucking Sara's beautiful face with his prick. He worked his hips up and down, plowing his cock-meat into her mouth from different angles with each impaling fuck-thrust.
Sara chomped on Bill's prick, lashing at it with her slithering tongue. She had learned very quickly to love the taste of cock and cum. Now Sara hungered for more pricks to suck until they spewed thick fuck cream against her tongues
"Ummmmmm! Mmmmmmmmft!" Sara slurped; wantonly mouthing Bill's prick as he fucked her face. Her clit was getting hotter by the second, tantalized by Chuck's experienced tongue. She squirmed on the carpeted floor, humping her lush hips up to shove her pussy even harder against Chuck's face.
"You really love it, don't you, Sara?" Chuck taunted as he fingered her tight, juicy pussy. "Come on, tell me you love getting your pussy eaten!"
"Ummmmm!" Sara hummed in agreement around Bill's thick, fucking prick.
"You want me to fuck you? Huh? Huh?"
Sara rotated her face around Bill's cock-head, her lips caressing the throbbing, reddish prick-knob. She could taste the pre-cum that trickled from the piss- hole, and it excited her. The salty pre-cum was like a forewarning of better things to come.
Wrapping her hand around the base of Bill's prick, Sara let him fuck her mouth as fast as he liked. Occasionally, he tried to ram his dick down her throat, and by wrapping her tiny fist around the root of his cock, Sara could prevent him from choking her with his prick.
Chuck slipped his knees beneath him so that he would be at the right angle to fuck Sara. His prick wagged like a steel pole from his groin. The prick-tip was a deep purple, a glistening drop of pre-cum showing at the narrow piss slit.
Rubbing Sara's clit with his thumb, Chuck brought the head of his cock to her cunt and shoved. The pussy-lips puckered inward initially, then spilt widely to accept the broad column of lusty cock-meat.
"Mmmmmmm!" Sara moaned, raising her knees to put them up on Chuck's shoulders. She opened her eyes, hoping to see his expression of pleasure, but all she could see was Bill's body as it descended upon her, his cock fucking deep into her mouth at the same time.
Chuck kissed Sara's nylon-clad calf as he fucked the entire length of his prick into her cunt. His balls rested against her taut ass-cheeks. With all his fucker buried in Sara's tightly clutching pussy, Chuck could feel her cuntal muscles squeezing and kneading his throbbing, pulsating prick.
"Goddamn it, Sara, you've got the best pussy in the whole fucking world," Chuck sighed, continuing to tease her clit with his thumb as he fucked his cock back and forth in her cunt.
As Sara sucked on the head of Bill's prick, she twisted her fist around the root of his cock- meat. Her stomach felt like a thousand butterflies were in it. Her head was spinning from the different emotions and sensations going through her body. Her red clit was pulsating.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Chuck grunted as he shoved his hot prick deep into Sara's receptive pussy. He squeezed her thigh, enjoying the feeling of her silk stocking against his palm.
"Suck that cock! Oh, yeah! Chew on that fucker!" Bill said she pumped his hips slowly up and down. He liked the way Sara's lovely face leaked with his cock in it. Her cheeks were sinking inward, conforming to the shape of his cock-head.
Although Sara didn't have much mobility, being trapped against the floor as she was with the two cocks continually stabbing into her body, she couldn't have been happier. Chuck's cock was fucking in her cunt with lightning speed, pushing her down and closer to pumping out her pussy juice. And Bill's thick, heavily veined prick was fucking between her luscious lips with an urgency that signaled his impending orgasm.
"Mmnmmmmm!" Sara moaned, squeezing the shaft of his prick harder as the cock-head jammed against the back of her mouth. Her mouth salivated and a bubble of spit
formed at the corner of her lips as she lustily sucked on Bill's prick. Her tongue lapped at the throbbing, conical tip of his cock, urging him to spew his heavy load of fuck cream against the roof of her mouth. Sara wanted to gulp his salty, pungent jism down.
"You give the best fuckin' blow-jobs," Bill said, easing the pumping of his hips.
He particularly liked fucking Sara's mouth in this position. Being over her face gave him the dominant position, allowed him to set the pace.
Sara looked over at Bill. Her lips were twisted, distorted from the thickness of his prick. She flashed her dazzling eyes at him and winked.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, long and loud for Bill's benefit.
Chuck pounded his prick into Sara's juicy fuck channel. His balls were tingling, cum simmering hotly in them. Just a few more strokes of his meaty prick into her cunt and he would be a mass of jangled nerves as his spunk spewed into her pussy.
"Goddamn bitch really can throw an ass at somebody," Chuck said, thumbing the long, erect clit that sprouted from the top of Sara's cunt slit.
Chuck was the first to shoot his cum-load. He fucked into Sara's-tight, juicy pussy time and time again, then gushed out his jism, flooding the horny woman's cunt with his fuck cream.
Sara sucked harder on Bill's prick when she felt her cunt getting deluged with cum. There was something special about the feeling of having a big cock fucking in her pussy as it fountained out the rich cum that warmed her from the inside.
"Suck me, Sara! I'm going to cum! Awww! I'm... going to cum!" Bill said in a choked voice as he began fucking his vibrating cock deeper and faster into the lush recesses of the cock-sucking blonde's moat.
Sara's fist mashed against her lips and the head of Bill's cock fucked partially down her throat as she sucked. Bill's heavy, cum-laden balls were against her hand as she jerked on his prick, urging him to explode a river of cum.
As the tension mounted, Bill fucked Sara's face faster and she mouthed his turgid cock more greedily. Then, as he tossed his head back on his shoulders and a low; guttural gasp of absolute ecstasy came from his throat, Bill began cumming in Sara's mouth.
"Ummmmmffft! Ug! Mmmmmm!" Sara moaned, gulping down each creamy jet of spunk as it shot out of the broad, round tip of his prick.
Sara swallowed continually, not wanting to lose a single, precious drop of Bill's spunk. As she used her lips and tongue to drain his balls entirely, the thought drifted through her head that she hadn't even sucked a cock until just a few days earlier. And now? Now she was on her back, getting fucked by one strange guy while she gave another guy a hot, sensual blow-job.
"Ohhhhhh! That's good! Real good!" Bill sighed as he pulled up so that just his cock-head was still splitting Sara's luscious pink lips. "Suck it clean! Ohhhhhhh!"
Sara curled her tongue around the crown of Bill's cock, sucking one last thick drop of cum out of his piss slit. She savored the taste and texture of his jism. The drop was thick, almost gummy, and the blonde was positively crazy about it.
When Chuck and Bill finally pulled their cocks out of Sara, she rolled onto her side and looked at them. Her big tits, still out of her corset's bodice, were flopped one on top of the other.
"Gentlemen, you're nothing less than wonderful," she said, her voice a sultry and satisfied purr. "You really know how to give a lady what she needs."
CHAPTER SIX
When Abigail felt the strong, warm hand on the back of her thigh, she knew right away that her time was up, that she had run out of luck and places to hide.
"Say there, pretty girl, where have you been hiding yourself?" Tony asked, kneeling beside Abigail. He scanned her lovely, svelte body an4 felt his prick begin to swell in his pants.
"I haven't been hiding anywhere," Abigail said softly, her tone slightly uneven from tension. "You just must not have found me."
"I guess not."
Tony's hand slid up Abigail's thigh slowly, his fingertips caressing her smooth, satiny skin. Abigail's tight, firm ass was encased in the bottom half of her bikini, and the cloth barely covered the crack of her ass.
"Please don't do that," Abigail said softly as Tony's fingers moved high on her thigh, now almost touching her thinly concealed pussy. "This isn't the right place for it. And besides, I'm not feeling very well right now."
Tony knew it was a lie, but he didn't know why Abigail was lying to him. He suspected that she was some kind of a snob who just didn't like him. As his anger rose, so did his cock, which was now straining against the front of his pants.
His hand was almost at Abigail's cunt and she closed her thighs, trapping his hand. Abigail didn't know what to do. She was lying on her stomach with her head cradled in her arms. She had been sleeping, but now she was wide awake and nervous.
It was all very simple to Abigail. She knew what she had to do. Simply tell this man that, unlike her sisters-in-law, she was not the type to sleep around on her husband--even though she was still incredibly angry with him for fucking his secretary--so if he was looking for action, he would have to find it with Sara or Bernice. It was a11 just as simple as that.
"I'm afraid you've made some kind of mistake," Abigail said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "I'm really not that kind of lady."
When Abigail rolled onto her side to look at Tony, he made his move. His quickness and force surprised Abigail. One second she was looking at him and the next moment his lips were mashed against hers, his tongue trying to push into her mouth.
Turning her face aside to break the kiss, Abigail pounded Tony's head and shoulders with her tiny, ineffectual fists. This just wasn't supposed to happen. But his hand was between her slender thighs, cupping her cunt. Despite the brutality of the move, shocks of sensual electricity ripped up Abigail's spine from her pussy.
"Nooooo! Damn you, don't!" Abigail whispered. She didn't want to scream because she didn't want Sara and Bernice to see her. They had assumed, she knew, that she was fucking and sucking the customers just as they were.
Tony kissed Abigail's neck, smelling the perfume there and tasting the sweetness of her flesh. He rubbed his palm hard against her cunt and bit her smooth, soft shoulder.
"Ouch! You bloody bastard!" Abigail hissed venomously. At eighteen, she was still quite naive. Nothing like this had ever happened to her and she didn't know exactly how to handle it.
"You goddamn bitch! You're just a cock-teaser!"
Abigail managed to squirm partially away from Tony. Now, his head was near her flat, silky stomach.
"Stop it! Please stop it!" Abigail whispered urgently. This whole thing had gotten out of hand and she wanted nothing more now than to be in the safety and security of her own home.
Tony grabbed the skimpy bikini and jerked it down Abigail's thighs, exposing her dark-haired pussy. He pushed her thighs apart and buried his face in her crotch, kissing her pussy.
The hot tingle of a slick tongue moving hard and fast against her clit was a foreign but erotic feeling for Abigail. She had Tony's hair in her fists and was trying to pull his mouth off her cunt. But once he touched her clit with his tongue, something snapped inside her head. Now she wanted Tony just as badly as she had not wanted him earlier.
"Ohhhhhhh!--Yes! Damn you, yes!" she said in a passion-choked voice.
Abigail switched her head on the blanket, giving her senses free rein. The feelings coming from her clit were just too good to be true. Her husband had never eaten her pussy. He would just rub her cunt briefly, then ram his prick into her cunt until he shot his cum-load. After that it was a glowing cigarette in the dark, then sleep.
When Tony felt Abigail push her cunt at his mouth and loosen her grip on his hair, he knew he had her. He knew he could take the gorgeous young teenager any way he wanted, make her do anything he wanted.
Abigail was delirious. She really didn't know what was happening to her body. What she was positively certain of was that she wanted complete and total fulfillment.
Moments later Tony moved his face away from Abigail's cunt and crawled up her body, staying on top of her. The young wife with raven hair and black eyes that shone like onyx saw only a hazy blur of cloth that was Tony's shirt. Her hands jerked and pulled at his belt as she fought to open his pants and get to his prick-meat she craved.
"Suck me," Tony hissed urgently.
"I've never. . . "She couldn't think about talking then. Her mouth was needed for more urgent matters.
Reaching inside Tony's trousers, Abigail felt the warmth of his hard prick in her hand. When he crawled higher on her body, she got a close-up look at his prick. The cock-head was fat and round-shaped, she thought, much like a torpedo. But in her feverish, hungry state of mind Abigail couldn't take the time to enjoy the sight of this new cock. When Tony jammed his hips down, Abigail opened her luscious red lips wide and took his fucker deep into her mouth.
"Awwwwww! Suck me, baby! Suck that cock!" Tony groaned, resting on his elbows, straddling Abigail's lithe body with his knees.
Everything was new and frightening to Abigail. She didn't know how to suck cock, but she knew instantly that she liked cock-sucking. The flavor of Tony's cock-meat was bland, yet somehow very exciting. Wrapping her painted lips tightly around the shaft of his pistoning cock, Abigail slapped at the cock- head with her tongue.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned soulfully, drawing a firm suction on the jerking, throbbing pole of prick-meat that fucked deep into her mouth.
She twitched on the blanket; unable to control herself. Abigail raised her head, meeting Tony's downward plunges of cock-meat. She wanted to take all of his cock into her mouth, let him fuck his thick, iron-hard prick right down her throat, but she couldn't.
Tony pumped his hips hard and fast, trying to pace himself so that he wouldn't choke the beautiful young girl. After Abigail's hot, moist mouth had gotten most of his prick wet with spit and made him fully hard, he uncorked his cock from her mouth.
"Fuck me!" Abigail panted.
She couldn't believe the words came from her mouth. She raised her knees and spread them wide, forming a valley for Tony to rest in.
The bottom half of her bikini was still around one ankle, her tits still covered by the top.
"Christ, what a woman!"
Tony guided his pulsating column of rigid, unyielding flesh to her lust-inflamed cunt-lips. He rubbed his prick against the brunette's crease, smashing her pussy juice around the cunt-lips to make it easier to fuck. When Abigail squirmed on the blanket, scratching at Tony's naked ass, he stabbed her with his cock.
"Awwwwww! So big!" Abigail choked as her cunt-lips were split wide by Tony's big prick. His cock was much bigger than her husband's cock.
Abigail pulled Tony down, wanting all of his weight crushing down upon her. She wanted to feel totally surrounded by his presence. As his huge cock fucked deeper and deeper into her cunt, Abigail felt like the breath had been knocked out of her lungs.
When Tony's hips finally made contact with Abigail's, she knew her pussy was filled with more cock than ever before. She wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing tightly, enjoying the hot tingles that came from her hard nipples as they rubbed against his chest. Even through the top of her bikini, Abigail's firm, round cones of tit flesh were extremely sensitive, sending waves of excitement through her veins.
Tony pounded Abigail's cunt relentlessly with his prick. There was no style to this fucking. It was sheer, raw energy. He pushed his fingers through her dark, silky hair and kissed her hard on the mouth, thrusting his tongue against hers.
Abigail squirmed and thrashed on the blanket, twitching her luscious, tight ass to get as much friction against her clit as possible. This was what she had been afraid of, and now it was turning out to be better than she had thought possible.
"Ug! Ug! Ug!" Tony grunted, punctuating each powerful thrust of his hips as he fucked Abigail.
Looking into Tony's face, Abigail could hardly recognize him as being a man at all. Either it was because of the way the intense passion was distorting his features, or because in her own extremely lusty state she couldn't see very well. Either way, Abigail was surprised and somewhat frightened at how her body had taken over her senses and almost forced her into getting fucked by this strange man she had never met and whose name she did not know.
The sizzling inferno of Abigail's cunt milked and massaged every inch of Tony's turgid prick. She tossed her ripe, young ass at him, her cunt-lips tugging and pulling on the throbbing big prick that fucked her deeply.
"Ohhhhhh!" she sighed, biting hard on Tony's shoulder, almost drawing blood through his shirt. "Give me everything! I want all of you!"
Tony's breath burned the side of Abigail's face as he plundered her seething pussy. He ground his cock deep into her pussy, mashing his pelvic bone, against hers, rubbing her clit with the broad, flat upper surface of his prick.
Abigail squinted her eyes against the bright sun. It all had happened so quickly! One minute she was sleeping, and the next minute Tony had his tongue in her cunt. And shortly after that she was taking his big prick into her mouth. Then he was filling her cunt with his prick]
"Cum! Ahhhhhhh! I want your cum!" Abigail wheezed as she rotated her succulent ass on the blanket. She could feel Tony's cum- filled balls slapping loosely against her ass whatever he pounded her pussy with his prick.
Ass undulating, Tony impaled the sexy teenager with his cock over and over again. The hot, creamy jism was bubbling in his balls, almost ready to shoot from the throbbing tip of his cock-rod.
"You're so thick! I can feel every inch of your cock inside me," Abigail panted as the fiery glow of impending orgasm began knotting her stomach.
"I'm going to cum! Awwwwww!
Not yet! Nooooooo!" Tony cried, wanting to prolong the intense pleasure of fucking the ripe brunette for as long as possible. He gritted his teeth, fighting to hold the cum in his balls while unable to stop the jackhammer thrusts of his hips which powered his burning fuck- stick into her cunt.
Abigail beat him to the punch. The long, herky-jerky invasions of cockmeat into her cunt had enticed her throbbing clit to explode. Clear, dick pussy juice gushed out of her cunt, trickling down the crack of her ass. Her cunt oil made a large, round stain on the blanket beneath her succulent ass.
"Cumming!" Tony screamed as his burning cum raced through his prick, then flooded the teenager's pussy. He pummeled her relentlessly, fucking his long cock-lance to the hilt in her wild pussy.
Abigail felt her pussy welling up with creamy jism. She arched her back, lifting Tony completely off the ground, wanting to take his prick even deeper into her cunt. Nothing-- nothing at all had ever felt as gloriously exciting ast getting fucked by him.
"So good! So good! So good!" Abigail purred when Tony's cum had stopped gushing into her cunt. She wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing him to her trembling, tingling body.
"Baby, where have you been hiding yourself?"
"I'm out of hiding now," Abigail replied.
But even as she said those words, she began to get nervous. What if Sara or Bernice had seen her fucking? The thought of being seen by her sisters-in-law cooled an otherwise warm and soft moment.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was almost three in the afternoon and Sara was chasing the guests out. The Spa was open only from nine to three and she needed to get home to take care of the children, who would soon be returning from school.
"Thank you for coming," Sara said, rising to her tiptoes to kiss Chuck lightly on the lips. "I hope you enjoyed yourself."
"I sure as hell did," Chuck replied. He slipped his hand inside Sara's parted robe and let his fingertips graze tenderly over the lips of her blonde-furred pussy.
Bernice, dressed in her short nightgown, was grinning lustily at John. Since he had fucked her that first time in the weight room, he couldn't get enough of her silky, smooth body.
"Pity time is running out,"' John said, cocking an eyebrow as he looked at Bernice's thinly-clad tits. The creamy upper slopes of her tits were revealed to his eyes and he felt his prick begin to twitch. "You know, I could have another go at you right now."
Bernice cast a glance at Abigail and Sara. They were saying their good-byes to the other men. Reaching out, she cupped Johns balls in her palm, squeezing them through his trousers.
"Damn, you really me getting hard again," she murmured appreciatively, rubbing her thumb over the lump of cock- meat that stretched down John's pant leg.
"You know, of all the times we've gotten it on, you've never sucked me off," John said. He touched Bernice's naked shoulder, his fingertip, toying with the spaghetti strap that held her shortie gown in place.
"What do you want me to do? Suck you off right here in front of everybody?"
"You wouldn't dare."
Bernice had always harbored an exhibitionist streak. Occasionally, when getting fucked by her husband, she would dream that she was an actress and that the whole world was watching her fuck. Bernice had always been considered a little weird by her husband and friends and she enjoyed the reputation. But nobody realized the true freaky nature of the big-titted brunette with the wide mouth and the dazzling eyes.
"Oh yeah?" Bernice said slowly, drawing out each word. "Just watch me!"
Slowly, one at a time, Bernice flicked the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and the front of her gown fell dawn, revealing, the twin mounds of succulent, firm tit flesh. The areolas were a pale pink, capped by rosy nipples that protruded proudly.
Bending over, Bernice slowly hoisted up each white silk nylon, pulling them up higher on her thighs. Casting a glance once more to her friends, who were still chatting casually with Chuck and the other men, Bernice was satisfied with the surroundings. Yes, she thought quietly, this will do just fine!
Sinking slowly to her knees before John, Bernice's eyes were glued to his crotch. She could see his cock-bulge swelling, his cock twitching in anticipation of being buried in the hot, moist recesses of her wantonly sucking mouth.
"I've never sucked a man off before," Bernice purred, her hands shaking slightly as she opened John's pants and pushed them down. "You'll be the first, John. Your cum will be the first I swallow."
John crossed his arms over his broad chest, watching the lusty brunette push his pants down and pull his cock out. He viewed her through slitted eyes, watching with the look of a man accustomed to having beautiful women sucking his cock until he filled their mouths with jism.
Sara noticed something strange out of the corners of her eyes as she spoke with her favorite lover, Steve, the man with the gigantic prick. Turning, she saw Bernice, not five feet away, about to capture John's throbbing, wagging prick in her mouth.
"I can't believe--" Sara gasped quietly, silencing the rest of her words with the back of her hand.
What Bernice was about to do was the lewdest thing she bad ever seen. It wasn't the fact that Bernice was about to give a blow job--Sara had given many blow-jobs herself that week--it was that the big-titted woman was going to suck a prick while everyone was watching.
Abigail was even more shocked than Sara at seeing Bernice wrapping her succulent, lightly glossed lips around the tip of John's cock. The eighteen-year-old wife, who was about to kiss Tony good-bye, froze in position and stared in curious amazement as she watched her friend sucking more of John's long, hard cock into her mouth.
"Mmmmmm!" Bernice moaned, louder than was necessary.
She swallowed John's cock until she couldn't take any more. Her lips were wrapped firmly but tenderly around the shaft of his wick, midway between the cock-head and the base of his cock.
With her mouth filled with John's prick, Bernice pulled his pants down to his ankles. Then, with one hand gently squeezing his cum laden balls and the other moving slowly over her ripe tits, Bernice started pistoning her face over his cock.
"Suck it, baby! Give my prick a real workout with your mouth!"
Bernice bobbed her lovely face slowly, gulping much of the cock-meat into her mouth. With just the cock-head still between her lips, the brunette nipped lightly at the spongy tip, pulling her lips back to bite it.
"Doesn't that hurt him?" Abigail asked Sara in a whisper.
"Not if you do it right," Sara replied, also in a whisper, "You've got to be real careful, that's all."
Hearing the conversation going on about her, Bernice turned her face slightly to the right, not taking John's cock out of her mouth. Her lips were twisted, stretched by the thick, hard cock that split them. She looked at her friends and winked quickly. Seeing them watching made her pussy tingle. To realize that she was actually on her knees sucking a cock in front of them was more exciting than she had thought possible.
Bringing her attention back to John and his big, delicious prick, Bernice tongued at the slitted head of his fleshy cock. The pungent, acrid pre-cum that trickled onto her tongue delighted her, added fuel to her already-heated body.
Looking down, John saw his truncated cock appear to shorten. The wide mouth on Bernice was working wonders for him. His cock had never felt harder, or hotter. Whenever she pulled back and lapped at the sensitive underside of his cock-head, a low groan came from deep in his chest.
Mmmmmmm!" Bernice moaned.
She slurped on the thick cock, dragging her red-painted lips back and forth over the ridge of the prick-tip and much of the prick-shaft. And while she gave John her hottest blow-job ever, she pulled and tweaked her own throbbing, burning nipples, sending shocks of passion through her kneeling body.
Abigail was tossing a thousand different emotions around in her head. She didn't really like watching her friend and sister-in-law sucking a stranger's prick. At least that's what she tried to convince herself of. But why, she finally asked herself, was she continuing to watch the lurid scene unfolding before her? The naive teenager looked at her feet, finally averting her eyes from Bernice and the big cock, and noticed that her nipples were so hard they pointed against the top of her bikini.
Sara discovered that she had a voyeuristic streak deep in her soul as she watched her friend suck cock. The big-titted blonde had sucked off a lot of cocks in the week that The Spa had been open, and she had learned to really crave the taste of cum. She felt her pussy getting warm and puffy. Dressed in her corset and see-through robe, her pussy was open to caresses should any of the men care to grab her.
The men certainly weren't unaffected by the open display of sensuality. Steve, who had the biggest cock of all of them, had a lump in his pants that seemed to stretch halfway to his knee. Bill was rubbing his cock through his pants, and Tony was also raising a hard-on.
The more she thought about her audience, the faster Bernice brought her head and shoulders back and forth. She had her hands between John's legs now, cupping his taut ass-cheeks, pulling his hips toward her mouth as she sucked more of his scrumptious cock-meat into her mouth.
"Ummmmm!" Bernice moaned, rotating her face around the throbbing fucker as the spongy cock-knob mashed against the back of her throat. Her firm, round, heavy tits rolled back and forth, slapping together as she moved. The nipples were like pencil erasers.
Bernice pressed her fingers deep into John's muscular ass, salivating heavily around his big cock. Her cheeks were sunken inward as she mouthed his prick. Bernice's pink tongue' slithered hungrily over much of the column of hard cock flesh, testing the hardness, probing for sensitive spots, kindling the fire in John's loins to burn even hotter.
"Look at her," Steve whispered in Sara's ear. He stepped behind Sara, standing so close that his throbbing crotch was pressed firmly against the lush cheeks of her ass. "Isn't that the sexiest thing you've ever seen? She's magnificent!"
Sara felt a twinge of jealousy. She thought of sinking to her knees and proving to him, as well as everyone else there, that she was just as daring and adventurous as Bernice, but she didn't, She didn't because she just wasn't as wacky, wasn't as freewheeling as her younger friend.
With the cock-head trickling salty pre-cum onto her tongue, Bernice rotated her face around the fleshy, purple-colored knob of John's prick. She could feel the pulse of the cock, sensed how his heart was pounding madly in his chest as the excitement grew greater by the second. Turning her eyes upward, she noticed his eyes were closed and his face had a look of total concentration.
"Mmmmmmm!" Bernice mewled hungrily, feeding ravenously on the hard, throbbing piece of cock-meat that stretched her lips.
Bernice squirmed on the floor. The pussy juice was seeping out of her cunt, mingling with the crotch of her panties. She wished there was another cock fucking up her pussy to fill that hungry hole with the meat it needed, but that would have to wait for another time.
Pulling the cock out of her mouth briefly, Bernice said, "I love your cock, John! It's so delicious! I love the way it stretches my lips! I have to open my jaws so wide it's amazing!"
Abigail was biting the second knuckle of her first finger as she watched Bernice paying homage to John's prick. The act was so lewd, so openly wanton! Abigail just couldn't believe that any woman--least of all her sister in-law--could act that way in front of other people. Perhaps Abigail could suck cock in the privacy oft her bedroom with Tony, her favorite lover, but she could never do that with other women present.
Bernice licked around John's cock-head, then tilted her head to one side and licked down the underside of the cock-shaft until she reached John's heavy, hairy balls. She tongued the sac making it glisten with her spit. When John moaned his approval, she knew she was doing what he wanted her to.
With agonizing slowness, Bernice licked and nibbled her way back to the turgid cock-head. Opening her lips wide, she swallowed the cock-meat deep into the hot recesses of her mouth.
Bernice felt the prick expanding in her mouth, literally vibrating with life. She pulled one hand away from John's ass and wrapped it around his prick. Then, simultaneously jerking on his cock while she sucked it, she threw every ounce of energy in her body into giving him the wildest, most exciting blow-job he had ever received.
The pleasure was too great, too intense, for John to remain calm. His whole body trembled. His balls began leaping crazily between his legs as a hoarse, animal-like growl grew from deep inside his throat.
She had pulled back and had the tip of John's cock-knob against her tongue when the first spunky eruption of jism, blasted out. The cum splattered against her tongue and roof of her mouth. The salty, rich flavor and the creamy texture delighted her. It was the reward she had wanted, the goal she had worked for. Lustily, she swirled the gooey blobs of cock cream around in her mouth, savoring the flavor.
"Is he cumming? Is he cumming?" Abigail asked quickly, ashamed of her open display of curiosity.
At the first taste of jism, Bernice felt supremely confident. To realize that she had used her lips and tongue--and even teeth--to drive this muscular man with the fat prick into a state of mind-blowing ecstasy!
When Bernice heard Abigail's impassioned plea, she pulled her hotly sucking lips off John's prick, but continued to stroke his fiery fuck- stick.
"Cum! Shoot your cum!" Bernice hissed with licentious joy.
The brunette pounded on John's cock and a second powerful stream of spunk shot from the mean-looking cock-head. The milky river of spunk gushed through the air, initially striking Bernice on the chin. The cum dangled from her face as a third, fourth and fifth eruption squirted mightily from the prick-tip. This jism landed on Bernice's neck and splattered on her full, jiggling tits.
The rest of John's cock cream oozed slowly but steadily out of his piss slit. It rolled in globs over her fist and down her wrist and forearm. The cum that dripped from Bernice's chin dropped, landing on the upper slope of her right tit.
Sara was almost ready to cum even though nobody had touched her juicing clit. The sight of her friend sucking a cock, then jerking that prick off, was one of the lustiest things Sara had ever seen. The globs of fuck cream were clinging to Bernice's neck and tits, and Sara couldn't pull her eyes away.
Leaning forward again, Bernice sucked John's shrinking prick back into her mouth, She licked hungrily on the twitching cock-meat and cleaned it, working a last drop of spunk out of the cock's piss hole.
Sara was trembling. She wanted to suck Steve's prick until he, too, shot out his cum. Looking at the clock above the bar she saw it was nearly three o'clock.
"Okay, guys, you've got to leave now," Sara said, trying hard to sound firm. "We've all been treated to a nice show, so go home and think about it. Tomorrow you can all come back if you want."
Bernice finally got to her feet. She was about to pull the front of her short gown up and slip her arms in the straps, but there was too much cum clinging to her tits. She said goodbye to all the men and headed for the shower to wash the jism off.
CHAPTER EIGHT
By Monday morning the three women were more than ready to be with the five men who were regulars at The Spa. After a weekend with their hated husbands, all of them were ready to suck and fuck like crazy.
During the weekend, Sara couldn't get the image of Bernice out of her mind. The blow-job Bernice had given John, while everyone was there to watch her, had been indelibly etched in her mind. She could close her eyes and still picture vividly the cum as it erupted from John's balls, spitting through the air and landing on Bernice's big tits.
"We're a little late," Sara said, casting a quick look at her watch as she drove.
"Well, I'm all set for a good week," Bernice said, flicking her cigarette out the open window. "This is our second week and, you know, I've never had so much fun in my life."
Abigail was also thinking about the lurid blow-job Bernice had given. It was a performance, Abigail knew. Nothing less than a performance! She wished she had the courage to do something like that. But, sadly, Abigail knew she would never be so bold.
"Let's hope this week goes as well," Abigail said quietly. She stared out the front window, thinking about what it would be like to have a man's prick fucking her mouth, spewing out the thick cum from his balls.
Abigail thought about Tony and wondered if he, too, would like to have his prick sucked until he came. Would he like it? Would she be good enough at it to really make Tony enjoy it?
"You've got to trust me," Bernice said to Abigail as they watched Bill and Chuck showering. "It's really easy to give good blow jobs. And it's also a special kick to suck a cock with someone else there. You'll feel jut like an actress."
"But I'm not sure I want to feel like an actress," Abigail said weakly. "Oh, this is all so strange!"
"Trust me. You've got to trust me." Bernice slipped out of her teddy pajamas, then kicked off her high-heeled slippers. After pulling her thigh-high nylons off, she rubbed her tits excitedly.
"Come on, take that bikini off." Abigail looked at herself in the mirror. She just couldn't take the bikini off. It would be too obscene, such an open invitation to get fucked.
"No, it's okay to keep it on. There's nothing wrong with getting it wet."
"You're chicken," Bernice said sarcastically. "Oh, well, here goes nothin'!"
Bernice opened the glass door to the shower and stepped inside. She took Abigail's hand and pulled her in, then closed the door.
"Well, well, well!" Chuck rubbed a bar of soap against his balls and grinned at the two women. "Now this is the right way to take a shower!"
"I'll say! Come on, Bernice, get over here and give me some head... like you did with John!" Bill added.
Bernice, never one to hold back her emotions, walked over to the men, putting a hand on each of them. Then they were kissing her, taking turns, rubbing their soapy hands all over her naked body.
Fighting to free herself from the repression she had been living with all her life, Abigail wanted to rush into Bill's arms and beg him to shove his prick into her needy pussy. But she didn't do that because she couldn't do that. So she stood watching her friend being felt up by two strong, athletic, handsome men.
Bernice grabbed two soapy cocks and began stroking them as two different streams of warm water cascaded over her tingling body. Turning her face to Bill, Bernice kissed his mouth hungrily, biting on his bottom lip. He had his hand on her pussy and was fingering her sizzling clit.
"I want you both!" Bernice said above the noise of the twin showers that splashed on their bodies. "But we've got to help Abigail! Wait, she wants to learn."
Chuck, was confused. He wanted to shove his burgeoning prick into Bernice's hot mouth immediately. Then he looked at the slender teenager standing in a corner of the shower, and his opinion changed. He wanted to fuck this young wife and feel her svelte body writhing in blissful ecstasy.
"Come on, little darlin', slide on over here and give Chuck some head," Chuck said, motioning with his hand for Abigail to come closer.
Trembling, Abigail crossed her hands over her tits. Even though she wore the two-piece bikini, she felt completely naked under the lusty gaze of Chuck as his eyes raked up and down her body.
"Just give me a little time to relax," Abigail said weakly, defensively. "Go ahead, Bernice, you start without me. I'll be there in just a little bit."
"Suit yourself, sweetheart," Bernice said, rubbing her naked ass against Chuck's hard-on. "There's plenty of cock-meat here for both of us."
Bernice was giggling like an impish child as the men felt her luscious body. She dipped her head under the spray of a shower and tossed her head around, getting her hair wet.
"Nobody can say this isn't good clean fun, right?" She said to Abigail. Then she slowly dropped to her knees on the tile floor. "You'll love sucking cock, Abigail. Once you get the hang of it, you'll learn to love cock sucking as much as I do. I know you'll really get off on it!"
Bernice waited until Chuck and Bill had washed the soap off their pricks before she let them stand before her. Two pricks, both pleasantly large and hard as iron, were pointed toward her wide, sensual mouth. She salivated and felt her pussy tingling with anticipation. The horny brunette had well ever a foot of combined cock-meat to play with.
"Who's first?" Bernice asked.
Chuck didn't want to get voted down so he hooked his hand behind Bernice's neck and pulled her face over his throbbing prick. He put four or five inches of his cock-meat into her mouth and groaned. The moist heat of her mouth seemed to surround his prick entirely, and his prick jumped, the cock-head expanding even more.
"That's right," he chuckled, holding Bernice's head still while his hips worked slowly to fuck the prick between her lips. "Use that tongue on me, baby! Your mouth feels as good as Sara's. . . and I didn't think that was possible.
Bernice secretly harbored a jealousy for Sara. Bernice, though her physical charms were considerable, always knew in her own mind that Sara was just a bit prettier. She didn't resent Sara for this, but she couldn't get it out of her mind that her sister-in-law was, despite being two years past thirty, better looking.
She stroked Bill's prick while sucking on Chuck's fat cock. Pulling Bill closer, Bernice positioned the two men so that they faced each other and their prick-tips were nearly touching.
Still on her knees, she faced Abigail who remained frozen in the corner of the shower, watching with wide-eyed amazement as Bernice gave two cocks luscious oral treatment.
As Abigail watched Bernice alternately sucking Bill's prick, then Chuck's, she felt her pussy getting warm. Soon, as she watched the pure poetry of Bernice's wanton, succulent blow-job, Abigail could feel the pussy juice beginning to soak the fabric of her bikini.
"I love cocks," Bernice cooed. She licked Bill's balls, then trailed her tongue along the edge of his cock until she licked all the way over to Chuck's balls.
In the steam-filled shower, Bernice whipped her hungry, butter-soft lips over the two pricks until they were both as hard as steel and throbbing lustily. She sucked and stroked the pricks, drawing a firm, moist suction on the cock-meat and bobbing her face to take the cock-head deep into her mouth. Her big, milky tits jiggled on her chest, the nipples hard and distended as hot water dripped from them, running down her body to warm her hairy pussy.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Bernice moaned as she pushed her face toward Chuck. She swallowed his cock-meat partially into her throat, feeling the cock-head sliding past her tonsils. Surprisingly, Bernice discovered that if she relaxed her throat muscles, she could take the cock deeper than she had thought possible.
Bill, thinking that he wasn't getting his prick sucked as much as Chuck, pulled away from Bernice and started to walk toward Abigail. The teenager he decided would be just as nice to shoot his cum-load into as Bernice.
"No, I'm sorry," Abigail said quickly, seeing the look of sheer lust in the man's eyes. "I just can't. Not with an audience! I just can't!"
"What the fuck is wrong with you, bitch?" Bill snapped. His angry-looking cock-head was pointed straight at Abigail.
"I can't!" Abigail screamed as she ran out of the shower.
Bernice felt sorry for Abigail. She wished her friend would be more carefree about things. But that was something she would worry about later. Just then, she had two cocks with which she could enjoy herself totally, and she wasn't going to pass up the opportunity as Abigail had.
"That's okay, darling," Bernice said to Bill, taking Chuck's cock out of her mouth briefly. "I'll take you both on."
After some fumbling around, Chuck sat on the floor of the shower. Bernice turned and bent forward, now on her knees and elbows with her ass raised and gloriously exposed to Bill's impending assault.
"Fuck me," Bernice hissed over her shoulder. "Fuck me while I suck Chuck's cock!"
"You've got it, baby!"
Bernice rested her elbows on Chuck's thighs and nibbled lightly on the spongy, broad cock-head. She felt Bill rubbing a bar of soap against her pussy and bung-hole.
"Get ready, baby, 'cause here I come!" Bill chuckled as he rubbed his purplish prick-tip against Bernice's bung-hole and pussy. Getting at the right angle, he applied pressure behind his prick and it slipped easily into the soapy crease of Bernice's cunt.
"Ummmmmmmfff!" Bernice groaned, gulping hungrily on Chuck's cock as she felt her cunt getting filled with cock-meat. She wiggled her ass, her cunt literally sucking the cock into it.
The three moved as a unit; like a machine. Bernice was tossed back and forth by Bill's urgent, lusty fucking. Whenever she took Bill's cock into her cunt, she was forced forward and she took Chuck's prick deep into her mouth. When Bill pulled back so that just his cock-head was still stretching the lips of her cunt, Bernice pushed back so that she had Chuck's prick-tip on her tongue.
Her pendulous, swinging tits rubbed wetly against the floor of the shower, the nipples hard and tingling against the smooth surface. Bernice put her hands on Chuck's crotch, holding his prick in the crook of her thumbs. Her lips dragged sensually over the cock, from the ridge of the prick-tip down almost to the root of the fuck- pole. Each time she pistoned her face down over the cock, Bernice took the throbbing crown of Chuck's prick-meat just a little farther down her throat.
"Ohhhhhhhh! Damn fine cunt on this woman," Bill sighed as he pounded his hips against her taut, round ass-cheeks.
Using his thumbs, Bill pried apart the cheeks of Bernice's ass and rubbed her puckered bung-hole. He had never fucked a woman in the ass before and the thought of ass-fucking the lusty Bernice made his balls itch with anticipation.
"Go! Suck that fucker, Bernice!" Chuck urged, watching the hot-blooded woman's lips running up and down his heavy-veined cock-shaft. She could take all but an inch or two of his prick down her throat now and the added stimulation was really getting to him.
Bernice's nerves were crackling like a downed electrical wire. Getting her clit massaged by one cock while she chewed and sucked another prick was the most thrilling thing she had ever done. Her mind spun and she struggled to take all of Chuck's cock down her throat.
"Mmmmmmmff! Mmmmmfft!" she slurped, licking and rubbing the shaft of Chuck's cock' with her tongue while her lips gently but firmly kneaded the rigid prick-meat.
"Can you take it up the ass?" Bill asked, reaching under Bernice's body to cup her wet tits. He tweaked the hard nipples as his prick throbbed in her cunt.
Bernice shook her head, never taking Chuck's cock out of her mouth. The idea of taking Bill's heavy pole of cock-meat into her tender, tight, virgin ass was more than a little frightening. She was certain that it would hurt too much to be really enjoyable.
The hotter she got, the more Bernice thrashed her curvaceous body between the two men. She pushed back to take Bill's prick full length into her hot, sucking pussy. Her clit sizzled uncontrollably, seeping out the pussy juice that lubricated the woman's fuck-hole.
The hot water splashed around the three lovers as they twisted on the floor. Bernice, her hungry lips ovaled tightly around Chuck's prick, was whimpering noisily as her clit sizzled.
Bill used his forefinger to rub and caress Bernice's clit while his wick fucked with increasing speed in and out of her cunt. He skewered her cunt doggie-style, fucking his prick into Bernice until his balls slapped against her taut, trembling thighs.
"Ohhhhhhhh! Suck me, Bernice!" Chuck groaned, pushing a wet strand of hair away from her face so he could watch his cock sinking into the hot recesses of her lush, ripe mouth. "I'm going to cum soon! Take it all! Deep throat me, baby! Take it all the way down!"
Bernice was feverish with excitement. When Bill had started rubbing her clit as well as fucking his prick into her cunt, she started twitching. The excitement rose in her body with lightning speed. She tried harder to concentrate on what she was doing. Though Bernice liked nothing better than to pump out her pussy juice, she wanted to postpone her orgasm for as long as possible. Bill, she was fairly certain, wasn't that close to cumming yet.
"Awwwwwww! Deep, Bernice! Deep-throat meeeee!" Chuck howled, leaning back and resting on his elbows. His balls felt as if they were going to explode.
Bernice dropped down on the fiery fuck-stick, taking it so deep the crown was stuffing her throat. At that moment, Bill pounded her butt with his body, fucking his cock hard into her cunt. The force knocked Bernice down farther and she was forced to swallow all of Chuck's cock.
She was deep-throating Chuck's big cock. She had all of his cock-meat stretching and expanding her throat. And best of all, she was loving it!
"Mmmmmm!" Bernice crooned, pushing her face harder against Chuck's crotch. She mashed her nose into the curly patch of hair above his cock-rod, loving the way his prick throbbed lustily in her throat. The feeling of having her throat stuffed with a prick was the headiest feeling Bernice had ever known. She wanted to keep his cock-meat down her throat forever. But then, almost sadly, Bernice became aware of her need for air.
She pulled up, pushing back against Bill's cock, until Chuck's prick-tip was pulsating on her tongue. Bernice inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with fresh air. The spongy, bulbous cock-knob on her tongue gushed out a fountain of cum against the roof of her mouth.
Chuck howled, his legs outstretched, bouncing on the floor of the shower as he came.
Bernice bobbed down on the prick again, gulping at the cock-meat into her throat. She could feel the cock jumping and bucking in her throat, and she swallowed convulsively to get the rich cock cream into her stomach.
Thrashing madly, her entire body one big mass of jangled nerves, Bernice flopped down on her belly as her pussy juice gushed out. The move accidentally uncorked Bill's pounding prick from her pussy, but it didn't remove his rubbing finger from her clit.
"Ummmg!" Bernice grunted.
She could feel Chuck's balls against her chin as his cock gushed out the jism that streamed straight down her throat. Her voluminous tits were mashed against the hard floor of the shower, swelling out, bulging out under her arms as she sucked and swallowed cum lustily. Bill was angry that Bernice had gone belly down on the floor. His prick wagged out in front of his body menacingly. The ripe mounds of Bernice's ass looked inviting and he flattened himself on top of her, guiding his hungry prick-meat to her virgin ass shaft.
Bernice was only semi-conscious in her excited state. She swallowed all of Chuck's gooey spunk and turned her face to one side, getting his cock out of her throat so she' could breathe.
Lying flat on the shower floor, Bernice sensed what Bill was about to do to her. But she didn't care. She didn't care about anything because her cum had been so fantastic it eclipsed any pain she might have to endure. Bernice could endure anything, would do anything, because Bill had fingered and fucked her pussy until it couldn't take any more of the intense pleasure.
"Arrrrrrgggghhhh!" Bill groaned as he reamed Bernice's ass. His cock threatened to bend at first, then the bullet-shaped cock-head slipped inside her asshole, past the tight ring of muscle. After that, it was easy sailing as he fucked the entire length of his prick into her ass.
For Bernice, There was pain at having her virgin asshole crammed with a hard prick. Her body was pressed down hard on the floor, her arms and legs outstretched as she felt cock-meat fucking up her ass. Then there was the pounding. The awesome, fierce pounding as Bill fucked her ass with his big prick.
Bill kissed the side of Bernice's face, sticking his tongue into her ear as he embedded his long prick up her ass. He reamed her asshole fiercely, fucking his cock into her tight asshole with all his might. His big, cum-laden balls slapped against her pussy, Bill's hot breath flowed over Bernice's face, the sound like a hurricane in her ear.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Bill gasped in Bernice's ear as his jerking cock began deluging her bung-hole with cum.
Bernice felt cum flooding her asshole and a vague, dreamy smile twisted the corners of her lips. There wasn't a virgin opening in her body any more, and she liked that. Ass fucking was just one more way of enjoying a man's cock, Bernice realized. One more great way to share her body with a man.
"Yessssss!" she purred, her voice barely heard above the roar of the twin showers. "Cum in my ass! I want you to cum in my ass!"
Bill continued to fuck Bernice's tight bung-hole until she had taken all the spunk he had to give. Then he rolled off her, his chest heaving as he relaxed.
Bernice was almost asleep when she heard the men turning off the showers. She rested her head on one arm and fell asleep in the showers, stomach down on the tile floor.
Although her ass still hurt, Bernice felt a strange and unusual sense of security. She could take a cock down her throat or up her ass and enjoy it. She could do things with a cock now that she had never even dreamed of doing.
CHAPTER NINE
Abigail was frantic as she searched for Tony. She needed him as she had never needed anybody. He would fuck her and make her do all kinds of sexy, erotic things. And he wouldn't ask her to do them in front of other people. Abigail was certain of that.
She went through The Spa once and didn't find him. In the bar area, she saw Sara serving Steve and John. Although they were all drinking coffee, by the size of the lump in Steve's pants, Abigail guessed that it wouldn't be long before her friend was getting her pussy stuffed with that enormous prick.
Just when she was certain that Tony had decided to leave without saying good-bye to her, Abigail looked through the small window into the sauna. Tony was there, sitting on the wooden bench with a towel around his waist,
Tony had his eyes closed as he enjoyed the moist heat of the sauna.
Abigail opened the door and stepped inside, her body quivering with excitement. Tony, groggy from sweating and relaxing, looked at her through slitted eyes.
"Yeah?"
"Fuck me!" Abigail said. She unhooked the top of her bikini and dropped it to the floor, ex posing her cherry-nippled tits to her lover. "I need you right now. Tony! I need you!"
Hooking her thumbs in the elastic band of her bikini bottoms, Abigail pulled them down her slender thighs and stepped out of them, now completely naked. The lips of her cunt were swollen from excitement, glistening with pussy-juice.
Tony didn't move a muscle as he watched Abigail strip for him. This time she was going to be the one to initiate the action, he decided. She would be the one to demand things done to her body... and he wasn't doing to do anything. He would force her to be aggressive.
"Tony, what's wrong? Don't you want to fuck me?" Abigail asked, moving closer to her lover.
"Why would I?"
"Tony, don't play games with me! I need your cock!"
"If you need it, suck me! Get down on your fucking knees and prove to me you're worthy of my cock!" Tony said slowly, the words cruel but the tone soft, almost casual.
It was humiliating for Abigail to beg for cock, but need was driving her on. She waited until Tony spread his knees, then she knelt between his legs and loosened the knotted towel. His prick drooped between his legs, the prick soft and wrinkled in its relaxed state.
Abigail just stared at his cock for a long time. Before, when Tony had raped her in the back yard, he had forced her to take his cock into her moth. Now she was going to suck his prick willingly, even wantonly, and this realization sent a shiver up her spine. Abigail had changed, almost overnight, and the difference in her attitude surprised her.
She cupped his balls in the palm of her hand. With her right hand she gingerly lifted the soft, warm prick. The cock-head looked small and fragile compared to what she remembered. The image of that very same cock, only much larger and harder, fucking between her lips came back to the teenager.
"Okay," Tony, I'll do what you say," Abigail said softly, tenderly caressing the prick-meat. "I'll suck your cock. I'll do whatever you say. Anything you want is yours.
"That's better," Tony said, a mocking smile playing with his lips. "Now you're learning what ol' Tony wants out of life."
Her eyes misty with reverence, Abigail kissed the tip of Tony's prick. At the touch of her lips to the cock-meat, she felt his prick twitch. The quickness with which Tony's prick responded to her lips delighted Abigail. It let her know that she was indeed a sexy woman, whether Bernice thought so or not.
Nothing mattered any more to Abigail, nothing but Tony's cock. She licked slow, big circles around the cock-head. Using just the tip of her pink tongue, Abigail played with the cock-meat, rubbing the clefted underside of the bulbous head before licking clown the prick-shaft. She worked slowly and delicately, savoring the taste of Tony's cock-meat as it pulsed in her hand, growing larger all the time. When she finally reached his big, hair-covered balls, Tony's prick was quivering, sticking out from his body strong and proud.
"Ummmmmmmmm!" Abigail crooned, nuzzling Tony's balls. She inhaled deeply and picked up the scent of perspiration and manly flesh. The aroma delighted her. With tender affection, she began licking his balls, tasting the saltiness of his flesh.
Tony didn't move. He didn't help Abigail and he didn't compliment her. He wanted her to know that he--and he alone--would be the one to determine when, where and how they would fuck.
"Just keep sucking," Tony said, his eyes barely open as he watched Abigail taking turns sucking on one ball, then the other. "I'll let you know if you do anything wrong."
Opening her pert, young mouth as wide as possible, Abigail managed to tuck both of Tony's balls into her mouth. She basted them with her spit, moving her tongue slowly around the hairy sac. With his balls in her mouth, Tony's cock rested against the side of her nose, the cock-head near her eye.
After she was satisfied that she had sucked his balls fully, Abigail nibbled on the shaft of his fucker, working slowly back toward the cock-head. She wanted to feel Tony's prick throbbing and jerking between her lips.
"I think you've got the best cock in the whole wide world," Abigail whispered. In her mind she had disembodied him. The cock was an entity by itself...and that was exactly as Abigail wanted it.
When she reached the spongy, reddish prick-knob, Abigail leaned back to get a better look at the pulsating pole of muscle. The cock wasn't all that long, maybe seven inches, but very thick. Like the man it belonged to, the prick looked strong and stout, even cruel, in a way.
Abigail put her hand around the cock-shaft near the base and her diamond wedding ring shone in the dim light that streamed through the tiny, steamy window in the sauna door. The ring reminded her that she was married and that made her want to suck Tony's prick all the more.
She moved over the cock, poising her beautiful face above the cock-head as she stroked the prick-meat. Her hand moved slowly, twisting and pumping at the same time. When an opaque pre-cum drop oozed from the cock-tip, her tongue lashed out like a snake's, wiping off the salty liquid.
"Mmmmmm, I like your cum," she sighed, stroking harder and faster on the cock-meat. "I didn't at first but I do now."
"Shut up and suck."
She put a smacking, wet kiss on the cock-head, then let the conical crown part her lips until she encased it with her hungry mouth. Her tongue moved of its own will, curling around the bulbous, broad cock-head, scraping off more pre-cum. She drew a vacuum around the cock-knob and her cheeks sank in, molding perfectly to the contours of the cock-meat.
Abigail's face pitched to and fro in smooth, swan-like moves as the sucked on Tony's prick. Her nipples were long and blunt, inflamed with the fiery passion of her body.
As she sucked; Abigail did something she had never done before. She reached between her spread, slender thighs and touched her pussy. At the first contact of her fingers to her cunt, the electrical sparks started flying through her. In the heated sauna, her body was intensely alive.
Cautiously at first, then with greater boldness, she caressed her cunt-lips. Before long Abigail was finger-fucking her tight, creamy cunt with two fingers while she threw the hottest blow job into Tony he had ever known.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she slurped, lavishing attention on the prick while she stroked it. Her right hand was a blur between her legs, two stiffened fingers fucking deep into her pussy.
The hotly sucking teenager was faintly aware that Tony was insulting her, calling her filthy names and telling her what kind of a slut and whore she was. Abigail didn't care. Nothing was going to bother her now that she had a fat, strong piece of cock-meat in her mouth. Her clit, coral red and oozing out the slick pussy juice, pulsed with excitement.
Abigail was in a world of her own. Her lips rolled over the wet prick, cooling it and heating it at the same time. Her fist remained pressed to her lips, wrapped tightly around the pulsing shaft of Tony's cock.
The pretty brunette's lips continued to move lower and lower on Tony's cock, the feverish need she felt to gulp down his cock giving her the ability to take the cock-head into her throat.
Tony, too, was surprised at Abigail. She wasn't the sweet, frightened, inexperienced young woman he had fucked Friday. She was a cock-sucking nymphomaniac, kneading his tantalized prick with her lips and tongue. As cum bubbled in his balls, Tony closed his eyes and tried to think of other things. The last thing he wanted was for Abigail to get him off too quickly. In his own mind, that would mean that she had somehow defeated him, and that just wouldn't do.
Abigail finger-fucked herself with wild abandon. She rubbed and caressed her clit with her thumb, adding the stimulation exactly the way she liked it best. And, with her mouth stuffed with Tony's hard cock, she gushed out her slick pussy juice. Her girl-cum spewed from her pussy, trickling down into her beating palm.
Pitching her face along the throbbing prick, Abigail pushed and pulled her hotly sucking lips over much of Tony's prick. She felt the prick leap between her lips. When the pungent blasts of thick, acrid fuck cream began spewing hotly against her tongue, she swallowed greedily, gulping the sticky cum down. She kept finger-fucking herself even after her lips and tongue had worked every drop of jism out of Tony's balls.
Only after she had gushed out her pussy juice a second time did Abigail fall backward and rest on her back, looking up at the ceiling of the sauna. The flavor of Tony's cum seemed to rock her senses.
The exhausted, satisfied teenager decided she needed a shower. Her tingling body was moist with perspiration and beads of sweat were making her long brunette hair stick to her cheeks and forehead.
"I did it," Abigail said. Her voice was soft but held a triumphant tone in it. "I finally gave a blow-job. . . from beginning to end."
CHAPTER TEN
Sara walked slowly through The Spa, checking out the action on both the main floor and in the basement. On the weight-lifting bench, Abigail was on her back, getting fucked hard and fast by Bill. Bernice, after having gotten ass-fucked that first time in the shower, was back again for more. When Sara looked in, Bernice was on her hands and knees, getting her asshole reamed out by Tony's thick, stout prick. At the same time, Chuck was fucking his cock deep into Bernice's mouth.
John was waiting for his turn to fuck Bernice. His prick stood out from his body and he jacked off occasionally as he watched Bernice sucking and fucking.
Since it was a beautiful day, Sara had decided to get some sun. She was dressed in her usual outfit--a white corset, white nylons, a see-through lacy white robe and white high-heeled shoes.
"It's beautiful," Sara mumbled to herself as she stepped out the rear door of The Spa.
Sitting down in the rass, Sara closed her eyes, feeling the sun warming her supple, sensual body. She spread her legs and, with her long fingernails, separated her cunt-lips, letting the sun warm her pussy.
"Yesssss!" she purred as the sun made her pussy hot. Sara could feel the need for a prick. "The sun. The beautiful sun."
Steve watched Sara through the window. For him, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. There simply wasn't any woman who could compare favorably with the extraordinary Sara Johnson.
Lying on the grass with her legs spread wide and her hands at her pussy, she looked like a sexy angel. Decked out all in white--right down to her thigh-high nylons and shoes--she looked exactly like an angel that Steve would like to meet. Even her honey-blonde hair appeared almost white in the bright, almost blinding sunlight.
Steve stepped out of the rear door and closed it behind him quietly. He didn't want to disturb Sara if he could help it. Watching San without her knowledge made Steve feel privy to a certain part of her mind that she would not otherwise reveal.
Moving closer, Steve watched as Sara began to finger-fuck her pussy lightly. He grinned and felt his prick involuntarily jerk in his pants. Although Steve had already shot his cum-load in Bernice's wantonly sucking mouth, he was ready to get his prick worked over again.
"Ohhhhbhhhh!" Sara sighed as she gently rubbed her budding clit. Her middle finger moved slowly, rubbing the tiny, extremely sensitive clit around, sending brief, stimulating shocks of excitement through her pussy.
Her cunt got moist, the pussy juice glistening in the sunlight. Sara fingered her pussy faster, her hand speeding up with the growing sense of need she felt. Soon, despite her long and dangerous-looking fingernails, Sara was fucking one finger very deep into the tight moist channel of her cunt.
"Ohhhhh! Yeah, that's nice," Sara purred, lost in a private fantasy.
She slipped her finger into the hot fuck-hole until her palm was rubbing the fiery, red clit. More cuntal fluid seeped out of her pussy as Sara jerked her hand to and fro.
Steve moved to within a couple of feet of Sara, careful not to cast a shadow on her. He was close enough now to see how inflamed the lips of her cunt were, and to notice how much pussy juice was oozing from her cunt.
Her smooth, nylon-encased thighs quivered. Sara's feet twitched in the grass and one high-heeled shoe fell off. As she finger-fucked her cunt with her right hand, Sara used her left hand to pull the cups of the corset down away from her tits. Then she tugged and rolled the peaked buds, making them hard.
"Oh, God!" Sara gasped, her ass moving slowly from side to side. Her climax wasn't far off. She was stimulating her clit, using just the right amount of pressure and friction to make the pleasure so intense that it was almost
painful.
The rolling tide of luxurious ecstasy swept the blonde away. She arched her back, only her heels and shoulders touching the ground as pussy juice pumped out of her cunt. Wave after wave of girl-cum spouted from her pussy, squeezing out around her pounding, invading finger.
"Awwwww! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Sara gasped; her eyes squeezed shut as she finger-fucked herself over the edge of ecstasy.
Then, after what seemed like an eternity, her body had released all the fuck juice it could and Sara fell back to the grass, her big tits rising and falling with her heavy breathing The nipples were erect, chocolate-brown nubs that pointed straight toward the sun.
Steve moved closer still, kneeling next to Sara's head. He smoothed an errant strand of hair away from her eye and she looked up at him.
"Hi!" he said cheerfully. "Enjoying yourself?"
"Yes," Sara replied weakly. "How embarrassing! I didn't know anyone was watching."
"Don't worry about it. The rest are still inside. I'm the only one to see you. And, well, we do have something of a special feeling for each other, don't we?"
"Oh, yes! My darling, you know how special you are to be me," Sara replied earnestly, pulling her finger out of her cunt. "I may fuck the others, but you're the one who really gets to me. It's your cock that really sends me spinning!"
Sara was still catching her breath after the wrenching, bone-jarring orgasm and she wasn't exactly in the mood to fuck Steve. To take his big cock she needed to be really turned on, with the pussy juice flowing freely, or his enormous pole of lusty cock-meat would hurt when it fucked deep into her body.
"You really are something else," Steve said. His eyes trailed from Sara's beautiful, calm face, down to her full tits, and then to her pussy. "Why do you always wear that corset?"
"Don't you like it?"
"Sure, I like it," Steve said quickly, seeing the intense look of concern on Sara's face. "I think it's really sexy. I'm jusst curious why I've never seen you nude."
Sara blushed a little and sat up, folding her legs beneath her Indian-fashion. She tucked her tits back into the cups of the corset, her fingertips toying lightly with the intricate lace pattern of the old-fashioned garment.
"There's a reason I wear it," Sara said, not looking at Steve any longer. "You see, I'm a little shy about my body."
Her cheeks were flushed as she unfastened the clasp of the garter strap that was attached to the corset. She slowly pulled the nylon down her leg after unfastening all the clasps and dropped the sheer hose next to Steve.
"I'll show you my body if you want." Sara said softly.
With slow, deliberate moves Sara stripped for Steve. When she was finished, she stood before him completely naked. Even her full-length robe was on the ground.
"You shouldn't be so self-conscious," Steve said comfortingly. "You're nothing less than gorgeous. Especially out here, out in the sun. You look like a goddess, some grand Greek goddess!"
Sara's eyes misted over with gratitude. She put her fate in her hands, now totally unashamed of her nakedness. Her full, round, rosy-nippled tits jiggled.
"You've got to learn to let your hair down," Steve- said, flashing Sara his most becoming smile. "That's what you have to do--both literally and figuratively."
Sara knew that Steve was right. Deep down in her soul she had always wanted to cut loose, to kick up her heels and live a life totally free from worry and doubt. But, with a husband and two children, Sara couldn't do that.
"You're right. You're absolutely right. While I'm here at The Spa, I'll let my hair down and do all sorts of crazy things. The time for temperance is when I'm home." Sara pulled several clips out of her hair, then shook her head. The delicate French twist hairdo tumbled out of place, and a moment later Sara's golden-blonde hair filtered down over her shoulders, trailing to the middle of her shoulder blades in back. "Is this better?"
"Oh, yes! Much better! Much better, indeed." Steve said enthusiastically.
"Do you want me, Steve?" Sara turned and faced her favorite stud, her tits quivering with each subtle move of her body. "Do you want to take me, right here and now, out here where anyone could see us?"
"Yes!" Steve's mouth felt suddenly dry.
"Then do it, Steve. Take me any way you want me. Everything I am and everything I can be is yours. All yours! Any way you want me; just let me know. All I want to do is please you."
Though Steve had already fucked Sara several times, and even had her suck his prick when his friend John was present, there was something entirely different about her now. She was wild and free. She was more erotically exciting than anything he had ever dreamed! Sara was his fantasy woman that had become a reality.
It didn't take long for Sara to strip Steve of his clothes. After that, they lay on the grass, hands groping for hot, feverish flesh. Sara's cunt was creamy and moist; ready for anything Steve might want to do.
"Ahhhhh!" Sara crooned as Steve kissed her smooth, satiny neck. His hand was at her pussy, rubbing her sizzling clit with the heel of his palm. She twitched her succulent ass in the grass.
And then they were rolling on the ground, laughing in each other's arms like joyous teenagers. When the rolling stopped Sara was on her back. She watched as Steve's knee came over her face and he straddled her head. His awesome, jaw-stretching prick dangled near her cock-hungry mouth.
"Yesssssss! Raw meat!" Sara squealed happily.
She wrapped her arms around Steve's thighs and opened her mouth wide. When Steve lowered his hips, his prick found the mark, fucking deep into the moist, sucking recesses of the blonde's mouth.
Sara's thighs were warming Steve's ears as he buried his tongue as deeply as possible into her dewy, honey-sweet pussy. He devoured her hot, juicing crease, dragging his thick tongue through the hairy petals of her cunt until he reached her clit. Then he would lash at the throbbing, pulsating little bud of tantalized flesh and Sara would squirm under the intense pleasure.
Sara moaned as she accepted Steve's prick time and time again into her hungry mouth. She let him fuck her face and found the experience of not being in total control more than a little erotic. There was something special about knowing that she was giving extraordinary pleasure to a stud that found her
so inviting, so attractive, that all the other women in the world were eclipsed.
"Ummmmg! Ummmmg!" Steve slurped as he tongued Sara's cunt.
Sara used her lips and tongue to make Steve's prick a huge cylinder of throbbing, unyielding cock flesh. She squeezed and chewed on the cock with her lip, letting her tongue scrape and flick along the ridge of the cock-head. Whenever the hotly sucking blonde felt the prick-meat pulsate in her mouth, she cooed lustily and squeezed the firm cheeks of Steve's ass in her hands.
As Steve lashed at Sara's slick, delicious cunt with his tongue, he shoved a finger into her pussy crease. Then, once his finger was wet from her hot cunt oil, he rubbed firmly but gently at Sara's tight asshole.
"Mmmm!" Sara crooned when she felt Steve probing her tight, virgin asshole.
Bernice had told her what it was like to have a stout prick fucking deep up her asshole, and Sara wasn't particularly interested in trying it herself. Especially not with Steve's enormous fucker! But whatever Steve wanted, Sara was going to give him. Resigned to this, she tried to relax. And the next thing she knew, Steve's finger was fucking deeper and deeper into her ass.
As he finger-fucked Sara's asshole, Steve's excitement grew. . . and his prick grew accordingly. The huge fuck-pole had never been bigger and he pistoned his hips faster, reaming the blonde's clutching, milking lips with greater urgency.
Sara was beginning to get nervous. She loved sucking Steve's cock more than anything in the world. But he was fucking her mouth deeper than she had taken it before and her throat was protesting the brief but repeated invasion of his cock-head. Opening her eyes, she saw his cum-laden, plump balls descending toward her as his cock-meat rolled over her tongue.
Steve was unaware of how deeply he was skewering his lover's mouth. All he knew was that her pussy tasted delicious, and that his cock felt like he had stuck it in a very sexy oven that warmed and massaged at the same time. He finger-fucked Sara's tight asshole faster, stabbing his finger into her until his palm was pressed hard against the crack of her luscious, taut ass.
When the cock-head was barely splitting her lip, Sara inhaled quickly, filling her lungs with air. Her mountainous tits billowed out, mashed against Steve's stomach as he pressed down upon her.
She willed herself to relax and when the cock-head came charging down at her again, Sea felt the fleshy prick-head strike the back of her mouth. But the prick didn't stop there. It continued on, fucking into her throat, stretching the virgin tissue. She felt her body react; fight against the cock-meat that crammed her throat and cut off her breathing.
No! she thought. I mustn't stop him! Steve must have whatever he wants!
Involuntarily, Sara's body bucked, her thighs opening then snapping shut around Steve's head. When the cock was pulled up, taken out of Sara's throat, she exhaled and inhaled quickly, mentally preparing herself for another jarring invasion.
This time when the cock fucked down forcefully, Sara took it more easily. By the third invasion, she gulped Steve's prick down to the balls without any trouble.
Once Sara could take Steve's prick deep-throating her without pain, she began pulling his ass down, wanting him to fuck her face. She thrashed in the grass, bucking under Steve's bulky, muscular body, raising her face up to meet his downward fuck-plunges.
"Ummmmmm!" Sara gasped, the sound coming from deep in her chest before being silenced by Steve's big prick. As he fucked his cock-meat straight down her throat, his hairy balls flopped over her nose.
Catching her fiery clit between his lips, Steve nibbled gently as he fingered the blonde's bung-hole. His cock fucked up and down like a
piston, fucking Sara's mouth roughly. He could feel her lust-hardened nipples digging into his stomach, the billowing tits a warm cushion to his weight.
The peak of ecstasy was reached by Steve and Sara at almost the same time. First Sara's body was racked by the spurns of orgasm. Her pussy juice streamed out in waves, only to be licked up by Steve's frisking tongue. Then, even while she continued to toss and turn in the throes of climax, Sara felt Steve's cock-head throb in her throat as jism jetted straight down. She swallowed cum feverishly.
When it was over, Sara didn't want to let Steve go. She liked his heavy weight on top of her, crushing her to the ground. Nursing gingerly on his shrinking prick, she finally let it slip from her mouth with a wet smacking sound.
"Bravo! Bravo!"
Sara pushed Steve off her, spinning to a kneeling position in the grass. She found herself looking at all the guests and at her two friends, all of whom had obviously watched the sixty-nine action.
"Bernice!"
"Bravo, I say! Bravo!" Bernice continued, clapping her hands together. "You always have been able to do me one better!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The week went well it The Spa. Abigail had gone to her husband's office and, once again, caught him fucking his personal secretary. To her surprise, it didn't bother the eighteen-year-old wife. She watched her husband fucking his prick into another woman with a kind of personal detachment that left her feeling numb.
When Abigail showed up late at The Spa on Friday, she was certain only of one thing: that she was going to fuck and fuck and tuck until she was too tired to fuck any more. She didn't say anything to Sara or Bernice about it. For the young brunette with the tight, compact body, the rage she felt was tempered only by the fact that she could play the cheating game just as well, if not better, than her run-around husband.
Abigail stepped into The Spa and checked out the men standing at the bar. Chuck and Bill were nursing beers, their bodies glistening with perspiration after a hard workout. Sara was behind the bar, waiting to bring them anything they ordered.
"Hi, boys," Abigail said, her voice a seductive purr as she sat down on the only other stool.
"How's it going today?"
"Fine, just fine," Bill replied.
He looked at Abigail and didn't try to hide the intent of his wandering eyes. She was in a slinky red dress that did more to show off her fine, almost delicate curves than it did to hide them. The lushness of her ripe, young tits and the smooth taper of her crossed thighs made his prick swell in his shorts.
"Hi, Abigail," Sara said. "How come you're late?'
"I had to stop at the office. A depressing experience if ever there was one. How about a beer, eh?"
"Sure thing." Sara left to get Abigail a beer from the refrigerator. She didn't know what was bothering Abigail, but she did notice that something was definitely wrong with her. She couldn't put her finger on anything exact that was different, but the change in the teenager was unmistakable.
Abigail sipped her beer thoughtfully, talking casually with the two men. When Bill boldly reached out and squeezed her tit, Abigail simply closed her eyes and let the warm tingles of desire seep from her nipple through her body. The young brunette still hadn't fucked or sucked anybody with Sara or Bernice watching.
"How come I hardly ever see you around?" Bill asked as he rubbed Abigail's tit.
"I'm usually busy outside or downstairs," Abigail replied without opening her eyes. "And I'm usually with Tony. He's okay, but like the saying goes, there's more fish in the sea."
Bill chuckled and pulled at the bow on Abigail's shoulder. When the knot loosened, that side of her dress fell down and the swollen, cherry nipple peeked out.
"I like these," Bill said, rolling Abigail's naked nipple between his fingertips. "Nice and little. Real firm and all that sort of thing."
Sara's pulse quickened and her own nipples became throbbing little nubs of tingling flesh that protruded through the bodice of her corset. She looked at Abigail's tender young tit and was surprised to find herself wondering ~PAGE what the tit flesh tasted like.
It wasn't like Sara to think about sucking on another woman's tit--particu1arly not her own sister-in-law's tit. But there was something very soft and tender about the young brunette that made Sara want to feel her sultry flesh.
"Well, aren't you the hot little number?" Bill said, sipping his beer calmly as he tweaked Abigail's nipple. He massaged the inflamed little bud until the brunette was crooning softly on her barstool. Abigail could feel her cunt heating up, the pussy juice beginning to flow. Her panties, pulled tightly to her cunt, became moist with the slick juices of her excitement. In a conscious effort to settle down, Abigail took several hard pulls on her beer, then rubbed the cold can against her forehead.
Bill said: "What's wrong, baby? Am I getting to you?"
"You sure as fuck are!"
"Then why fight it?"
"I haven't the slightest idea," Abigail replied as she slipped off the stool and knelt before Bill. She had his shorts down to his ankle and his sock out of the tight jock strap in no time at all.
Sara leaned over the bar, straining to get a better view of the teenager. She didn't want to miss a single thing that happened.
Abigail's small hands were not exactly steady as she grabbed the half-hard prick. Abigail looked up and saw the expression of lusty anticipation on Bill's face. Then, when she saw Sara peeking over the bar, Abigail felt apprehensive.
"Are you going to watch me?"
Sara nodded her head enthusiastically, her eyes wide with excitement. She knew this was a first for Abigail--to give a blow-job with somebody else watching--and she was happy to be the one watching.
Her fingers squeezed the warm, growing tube of cock-meat. Abigail licked her glossy lips, making them even more radiant. Her 1ips were quivering, red instruments of pleasure--both for giving and receiving pleasure.
"Go ahead, Abigail," Sara urged, her own desire rising as she watched Abigail stroke Bill's cock into a full hard-on.
Sara did not feel Chuck's hand rest lightly on her back, touching her flesh through the gossamer material of her see-through gown. She was totally engrossed in the scene unfolding before her.
"We're going to get it on right!" Abigail purred. She never looked up again. There was no need to. She knew she had an audience, and though they made her nervous, they also excited her in a way, she had never expected. "Yes, we're going to get it on right!"
She kissed the tip of Bill's prick and then leaned back to look at the spongy, flared prick-meat The red imprint of her lips showed clearly on the cock-head, surrounding the slitted piss-hole. Abigail smiled and pushed her face forward again, letting the conical cock-knob slip between her lips, fucking into her ripe, hot, moist mouth.
"Mmmmmmm!" Abigail purred, curling her tongue around the resilient bulb of cock-meat. She rubbed the sensitive ridge that separated the cock-head from the cock-shaft with her tongue, squeezing the stem more tightly with her lips.
Bill stepped out of his trunks and jockstrap without uncorking his prick from Abigail's mouth. It had been a long time since his prick had been warmed and tantalized by a woman as young and sensual as Abigail. Her youthful beauty made him shudder from head to foot.
Abigail bobbed her face slowly, bringing her fist with her lips. She swallowed the cock until the tip was against the back of her mouth, then pulled away, licking slowly all the way, and turned her full attention to the throbbing prick-tip.
Sara slipped out from under Chuck's hand and stepped around the bar to get a better look at Abigail. The brunette's brilliantly painted lips were a marked contrast to the pale cock-meat. Sara watched with intense fascination as the girl sucked and chewed on the prick.
Pistoning her face faster, Abigail pivoted on the prick, letting the cock-meat contort her smooth facial features. She turned her face slightly to one side and took the thick prick between her cheek and teeth. The side of her face bulged out massively.
"Ahhhhhh! Goddamn that's good head," Bill whispered.
As she sucked on his cock, Abigail untied the other bow at her shoulder. The front of her dress fell away from her firm, jiggling tits. The areolas were a deep pink, and the nipples protruded from the rest of the quivering tit globes like small peaks.
Sara could take it no longer. Watching Abigail sucking prick was just too stimulating. When Chuck touched her naked cunt, she turned to him and kissed him hard on the lips. Her tongue probed his mouth, danced against his tongue. As she kissed, Sara pushed his trunks down and brought out his thick, pulsating cock.
"Fuck me," Sara hissed, the tone of her voice matching the intensity of her wanton need. The look in her beautiful brown eyes was one of all-consuming horniness!
When the luscious blonde slipped off her gown and rolled onto her back spreading her legs wide to expose her puffy, moist pussy, Chuck let out a low, animal-like groan. He remained standing briefly, letting his eyes drink in the extraordinary beauty of the horny woman's body. Sara's tits, freed from the constraints of her corset, were full and trembling, flattened out slightly but looking even larger because of gravity.
"What's wrong?" Sara asked, her cunt so hungry for a cock that she had no patience at all.
"I've got an idea," Chuck said, his mind spinning with a sexy, devilish plan. "Just go with the flow, Sara. We're all going to try something new."
Sara had no idea what Chuck was thinking, and she wasn't too happy with him. His big prick was standing up strong and hard and ready for her cunt--and that was right where she wanted his big cock.
Chuck positioned the people like pieces on a chess board. When he was finished, Sara was on her back with her knees raised and spread; her cunt open and vulnerable to attack. Kneeling over Sara's face, Abigail was positioning her hot, moist pussy to get eaten out. Standing in front of Abigail, Bill was pushing his cock at her mouth, waiting her to continue with the succulent blow-job that had already made the cum begin to simmer in his balls.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Sara sighed as she wrapped her arms around Abigail's thighs, pulling the girl's torso down to her waiting mouth. Sara could smell the fragrant pussy juice. She used her long fingernails to pry apart the lips of Abigail's pussy, exposing her clit.
"Eat her pussy, Sara," Chuck said as he slipped between the blonde's thighs, rubbing his prick against her cunt. "It may be a first, but I've got a sneaking hunch you'll be a real cunt-licker before long."
When Abigail lowered her ass a little mere and felt Sara's tongue stab into her pussy, she let out a high-pitched squeal of ecstasy. Looking down through the cleavage of her tits, she could see little more than the top of Sara's head and all that honey-blonde hair. But that was enough to excite the young girl. Tilting her face up again, she pulled Bill's big prick into her mouth.
"Mmmmmm!" Abigail moaned, the sound muffled by the thick cock stuffing her mouth. She squirmed, her clit tingling from Sara's cunt lapping. When Bill pulled on her nipple, Abigail attacked his cock with her mouth.
Sara was tonguing and sucking on her sister in-law's feverish cunt with wild, lusty abandon. After the first few moments of hesitation, when Sara had first contemplated eating a pussy, she went at the task joyously. Her tongue blazed through the hairy, lusty cunt-lips, scooping up the slick oil that oozed
With one powerful fuck-lunge, Chuck plowed his big, heavily veined cock full length into Sara's cunt. He couldn't see her face, but that didn't bother him. The luscious, pale mounds of Abigail's ass as they squeezed down Sara's tits were enough visual stimulation to satisfy him. Besides, Sara's cunt was kneading and contracting around his prick, and that alone was enough to keep him more than interested.
Sara jabbed at Abigail's cunt with her tongue, wanting to bury the slithering, pink thing in her pussy as deeply as humanly possible. She was mouthing the dewy cunt crease with as much energy as she had sucked cocks in the past.
"Mmmmmmfft!" Sara moaned loudly for Abigail's benefit. She wanted the teenager to know that eating pussy was fantastic.
As Abigail chewed on Bill's undulating fuck stick, she reached down and toyed with a silken strand of Sara's hair. The multitude of emotions going through her senses was driving the girl ever closer to the absolute brink of ecstasy. Sara's tongue was tantalizing her pussy just the way she liked it, and it was especially erotic that a woman was eating her cunt. Also, the pounding prick that ovaled her lips was making her thirsty for a heady gulp of fuck cream. And Bill's fingers were manipulating her throbbing nipples, which added even more hot bolts of pleasure to the feverish teenager's body.
"Ummmmg! Ummmmg!" Abigail slurped, chewing on Bill's prick.
Her fist twisted around the cock-shaft, pumping hard and fast on the prick. Abigail could feel the energy rising in her body and knew that she wouldn't be able to hold her pussy juice back much longer. The excitement she felt was just too great to remain calmly sane.
Chuck was reaming Sara's juicy pussy with long, smooth, measured fuck-strokes. The wet sounds of his cock stabbing hard and deep into her cunt excited him. He held his upper body up, his arms straight down, flexed in a push-up
position.
"Eat her pussy, Sara," Chuck groaned, fucking her luscious cunt with his prick. "I want to hear you eating her pussy!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm! I love it! I love eating her pussy!" Sara cried, her face still trapped between Abigail's thighs. She caught the throbbing clit between her lips and nibbled on it. When Abigail squirmed, mashing her pussy down harder on her face, Sara knew that she was doing things right.
Bill felt certain that his cock was on fire. In Abigail's mouth it felt so hot his prick had to be burning up. As those strange thoughts flickered through his head, Bill's balls pulled up
tightly to his body. He gasped, his orgasm catching him by surprise.
"Suck meee! I'm cumminggggg!" he howled, stabbing the brunette's willing mouth with his cock.
Abigail's fist kept Bill from forcing his cock-meat down her throat. When the eruptions started, she swirled his cum around in her mouth with her tongue, not wanting to miss a single drop.
The slick jets of cum blasted against Abigail's pink, slithering tongue. Cum gushed against the roof of her mouth. When Abigail's cheeks were billowing outward to hold all the cum, she finally swallowed.
"Mmmmmmm!" Abigail moaned, her sound a low, passionate sign of approval as she sucked on Bill's prick. She refused to let the cock slip from her mouth, even after he had pumped out all the salty fuck cream he had to give her.
Sara's mouth, cheeks and chin were wet with pussy juice. She writhed on the carpeted floor, tightening her cunt around the impaling cock that fucked eight inches into her fuck hole. A moment later, as a flood of girl-rum gushed from Abigail's cunt, her pussy was deluged with Chuck's jism.
Gasping, almost drowning on the girl-cum, Sara was shaken by her own climax. She sucked greedily on Abigail's pussy. Every nerve in her body was jolted as she tossed and turned, her ass-cheeks getting burned on the abrasive carpet...
"I can't believe. I actually did that," Sara said, smoothing a strand of Abigail's hair away from her face. She was stroking the teenager's head in her lap as they sat on the couch in the bar area.
Chuck and Bill had both dressed and left The Spa.
"You were wonderful," Abigail replied, turning her face aside to kiss Sara's nylon-encased thigh. "When you started licking my pussy, I thought I was going to die. And then when I started cumming, I didn't think I was ever going to stop."
"We've got to get Bernice turned on to this," Sara said thoughtfully. "She'll really blow her mind. Funny we should do it first. She's the wild one if you really stop and think about it."
Abigail twisted on the couch, resting on her Mt. now. San's silky, creamy tits were near her face and he kissed one nipple. Then, closing her eyes and moaning softly, she caught the nipple between her lips and began sucking on it, very much like a child nursing.
Sara watched Abigail's red glossy lips moving slowly as she sucked on her tit. She closed her eyes and let a warm, satisfied feeling take complete control of her senses.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sara had dressed especially nice that afternoon. She had spent the entire day at The Spa and hadn't fucked or sucked anybody. Steve had made a pass at her and she had jacked him off, but other than that she hadn't done anything.
It was Sara's intention to check things out with her husband. Mike hadn't been a really bad guy lately and she was going to see him at work and ask if maybe he would like to go out for a romantic dinner somewhere--her treat. That, she decided, should make him happy. Aside from the fact that The Spa had provided a ready stud service to satisfy her long-suppressed needs, it had also served to make Sara and her two partners quite a bit of money. Though the membership at The Spa was low, the fees were high, which made for a hefty profit margin.
Sara felt uneasy when she stopped into her husband's reception room. Mike's secretary wasn't there. Pausing, Sara quickly surveyed the scene. Instead of checking in with one of the other secretaries, she stepped out again.
It wasn't easy but Sara managed-through bogus phone calls to the secretaries-to gain entry into the office without being seen. She peered into the conference room and found it empty. Pressing her ear to in husband's office door, she heard the sounds of passion inside.
"Oh, yes! Fuck me, my darling! Fuck me, Mike!" The sound was faint, but loud enough for Sara to understand every word.
Sara marched straight to Tim's door and walked inside, not bothering to knock. Tim, who was reading an obscure volume on corporate tax structures, looked at Sara with a shocked expression.
"Sara! What brings you here?" he asked with a beaming smile.
After closing the door, Sara turned back to Tim. Her face was set in the grim expression of a woman determined to do something dangerous.
"I've come to see Mike," Sara said.
"Mike? I... ah... I don't think he's in the office right now," Tim said, stumbling over the words. "No, I'm sure he's gone. Had to go to the library downtown for something."
She peeled off the light coat she had worn. Beneath it, she wore a black dress that was cut so low in front her tits nearly spilled out. Her tight cleavage was an open invitation to any man's gaze. Though the dress came down to her knees, it was split up both sides nearly to her bikini panties. Whenever she took a step. Tim could see the clasp of her garter and the darker section of nylon at the top of the hose.
"Don't lie for him, Tim. You don't do it very well!" Sara put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest, which caused an even greater strain on the V-neck dress. "DO you find me sexy? Huh? I've never dressed like this before. I bought it just for today--and just for Mike."
"Ah, Sara, are you sure you should be telling me these things?" Tim asked. He couldn't tear his eyes from Sara's tits. He knew her tits were big. With the size of Sara's tits, nothing--no matter how conservatively cut the garment was--would be able to hide that. But he had never realized her tits were that big, that delicious looking. "You've got an awful funny look in your eyes."
Sara dropped her handbag in a chair and stepped closer to her young brother-in-law. She thought of undoing her hair, taking it out of the French twist, then decided against it.
Mike liked it the way she had it, and she wasn't going to change. She was, however, going to enjoy the same forbidden thrills that her husband was enjoying. Marriage wasn't going to keep her from fucking and sucking any cock that caught her fancy. And right now it was Mike's younger brother who had caught her fancy and he would be the one to enjoy her considerable charms.
"Funny look?" Sara asked, advancing slowly. Her eyes went down to Tim's crotch. She remembered how big his cock was from the time she had watched him fucking his secretary. "What do you mean, a funny look? Just because I'm horny, I don't think that's funny.
"Sara, I've never seen you like this before."
"That's right. And you may never again. So I suggest you make the most of it while you can."
Sara was standing so close to Tim now that her tits were nearly touching his chest. Her eyes held fire in than, glowing with the wanton lusty desire that burned inside her. Her lips turned up at the corners, the expression more like a cat's grin before pouncing on an unsuspecting mouse than a woman's smile. She rolled her tongue around her lips, the move calculated for effect.
"You're my brother's wife."
"Yes, that's true. I'm also a good-looking woman whose been getting neglected by her husband. Don't try to tell me that Mike isn't fucking his secretary at this very moment, because I know better."
Sara's fingertip followed the upper edge of her V-neck, scratching over her silken skin. Then, when her finger was between the two tightly encased mounds of feminine tit flesh, she shoved her finger downward. The move was to hint at getting tit-fucked. Sara slid her finger up and down several times, sliding it through her cleavage.
"Sara..." Tim said. He tried to say more, but his mouth was suddenly so dry that words were impossible.
"What, my darling?" Sara asked, her voice a sultry purr. "Tell me. I'll do anything you desire, give you anything you want."
Tim couldn't help himself. He really hadn't even dreamed that Sara would ever come on to him. Though he had fantasized about fucking his cock into the gorgeous blonde before, Tim had never really thought that it would be possible
He turned his face away from Sara, ashamed that his pants were bulging out, a hard cock trapped inside the trousers.
"It's okay, Tim. You don't have to do a thing if you don't want to," Sara said. "Just let me do everything."
Tim was struggling with himself. One part of him felt that fucking his sister-in-law was wrong; but another part of him, a more powerful part, felt that Sara was an incredibly beautiful woman and that he would be a damn fool to pass up the chance to fuck his cock into her pussy.
She shoved his hands in his coat pockets to hide them. Tim didn't want Sara to see how shaken he was, how his hands were trembling.
A soft, lusty purr came from Sara's slightly parted, glimmering lips. She knew what Tim wanted, and why he wasn't being more forceful. That didn't bother her.
"You can pretend I'm someone else, if you want," she whispered. She kissed him on the cheek, rubbing her full, soft, warm tits against his chest. "I don't care. Just don't stop me."
Sara nibbled on Tim's earlobe as she unfastened his belt and opened his pants. Reaching inside, Sara grabbed Tim's prick and pulled it out, pushing his pants down to his thighs at the same time.
"Oh my God! "Tim gasped. "I can't. . ."
"Of course you can, my darling," Sara cooed. She sank to her knees, her big brown eyes intense with lust.
The cock dangled through her fist, not completely hard yet. That didn't disturb the blonde. She knew that the only reason Tim wasn't throwing her ass down on the floor and fucking her silly was because he was afraid that Mike would come in at any moment. This was a hindrance to Tim's pleasure; it added excitement for Sara.
She puckered her lips and kissed the soft, spongy cock-head. When her tongue snaked from between her lips, flicking along the clefted underside of the prick-tip, Sara felt the cock-meat twitch and begin to grow. She smiled, backing away from the prick. As she stroked the cock slowly, feeling the warmth of Tim's cock-meat seeping through her palm, she smiled up at him.
"Come on now, don't worry about a thing," Sara whispered. "If Mike walks in, he walks in. There's not much he can say about me sucking you off, is there? Besides, once he gets his nuts off, he can't do a damn thing for at least an hour."
The words burned in Tim's ears. How often had he dreamed the gorgeous broad with the big tits would say something like that? He closed his eyes, not really knowing whether he would be able to enjoy the blow-job or not.
Sara knew better. She licked the cock-head, her tongue tracing wet circles around the prick-knob until she had all of the fleshy bulb glistening wither spit.
"Mmmmmmm!" she purred, enjoying the salty flavor of Tim's prick. "I like this. I really love sucking cock."
Sara let the cock-head separate her lips as she pushed her face forward. When just the crown of Tim's cock was in her mouth, her tongue went to work. Curling around the prick, Sara's tongue danced over the delicious cock-meat, probing and enticing the cock to stretch farther out, becoming even more broad and thick. Soon the cock was jutting from Tim's crotch, the oval-shaped prick hard as steel and quite long.
Sara's head and shoulders moved to and fro. As she gave Tim her most succulent blow job, she couldn't help but think of how small his cock was in comparison to Steve's enormous fucker.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned lustily when a salty drop of pre-cum oozed out of the cock-head onto her frisking tongue.
Grabbing his cock by the base, Sara twisted her hand around the prick-meat, jerking on the loose skin that sheathed the inner core of lust hardened muscle.
When Tim finally found the courage to open his eyes, the vision of loveliness he saw sucking on his prick was too gorgeous to be real. Sara's red lips traveled back and forth, gliding wetly along the entire length of his prick. When her pert nose pressed into his curly cock hair, Tim's body shuddered. Nobody had ever deep throated his cock before. When she pulled back, he saw the swollen, glorious fullness of her tits as they bulged and strained to squeeze out of the low-cut, black V-neck.
"Ahhhhh! Goddamn it, Sara, that's good!" Tim hissed. He put his hands on her silky hair and pumped his hips slowly, fucking his prick down her clutching throat.
When Tim started to move of his own accord, Sara knew she had him. Not just for the moment, but whenever she wanted him. If she was certain of anything in the world, she was certain of that.
With her mouth salivating heavily and bubbles of spit forming at the corners of her lips, Sara gulped greedily on her brother-in-law's cock. Her tongue blazed hotly over the turgid column of manly muscle, flicking and scraping every inch of the cock-meat. Swallowing his prick down her throat, Sara felt Tim's balls again her chin.
"Mmmmnmffft!" she slurped, her cheeks hollowed to conform to the girth of his prick.
Sara was deep-throating Tim's cock when the door opened.
She didn't even bother turning around because she didn't care who it was. Tim, on the other hand, was struggling to back away from her and get his cock out of her mouth.
"What the fuck is going on here?"
Sara recognized the voice. It was Pat; her other brother-in-law. That didn't bother the hotly sucking blonde. She would just fuck him too!
"Pat, it's not like it looks!" Tim hissed, still trying to get Sara's hot mouth off his prick.
"The hell it's not!" Pat replied quickly. He stepped completely into the office and closed the door. His cock was already growing in his slack.
Finally letting Tim's prick slip from between her lips, Sara got slowly to her feet. She licked her ups, still tasting Tim's pungent cock, and turned to face Pat.
"Listen, I'm horny and my darling husband is busy fucking his secretary. There's no use in denying that," she said, calmly, removing things off of Tim's desk. "Now, when a woman is in my condition, she simply needs some sex. You two can fill the bill, if you want, or someone else can. However, I do think that this sort of thing is best kept in the family."
"Couldn't have said it better myself," Pat chuckled as he advanced toward Sara, unbuckling his belt as he walked.
Sara was the one in charge, the one who wrote the rules. She unzipped her dress and let it fall around her ankles. After getting rid of her bra and panties, she stood facing the desk, hands on the edge for support, and started sucking on Pat's cock as he sat an the hard, wooden surface. Behind her, Tim, whose prick was already throbbing with desire, guided the head of his fuck-stick to her hot, juicy crease.
"If Mike catches us, he'll kill us," Tim said to no one in particular as he fucked half of his prick into the blonde's tight pussy.
Sara teetered on her high-heeled shoes. She was being pushed to and fro, knocked forward whenever Tim's body connected with her luscious ass. When this happened, Sara was forced forward and she would deep-throat Pat's plump, rigid cock.
"Mmmmmmm!" the blonde moaned soulfully, chomping on Pat's prick. She shook her ass as the fiery bolts of wanton passion ripped through her veins. Each time Tim fucked his prick into her cunt, Sara's throbbing, drooling clit got just a little more excited, a little hotter.
Sara's golden, creamy tits swung beneath her, hanging down and flopping around crazily. The nipples capped deep-brown areolas. She wished Tim could grab her giant tits and fondle them while he fucked her, but she wasn't inclined to take Pat's cock out of her mouth long enough to tell him so. Instead, she pistoned her face over the cock with greater urgency, her knuckles turning white as she held onto the desk for support against the onslaught of turgid cock-meat.
"Ohhhhhhh, I'm going to blow!" Tim hissed, fucking his prick into Sara's juicy cunt faster. His balls slapped against her tensed thighs, the cum inside his balls bubbling hotly.
A tremor of passion zipped through Sara upon hearing Tim's hushed, urgent wants. She would have her brother-in-law's cum warming her belly, filling her pussy. The thought was enough to make her tremble with a kind of desire that she had never known before.
"Arrrrrgggghhhh! Oh! Fuck! Damn it all, I'm cumming!" Tim hissed through gritted teeth.
He slammed into Sara's ass, fucking her cunt roughly with his prick. When his balls slapped against her thighs and every throbbing inch of his cock was being massaged by the firm, clutching walls of Sara's pussy, the jets of spunk started erupting.
Sara sucked harder on Pat's prick when she felt cum jetting like a fountain in her feverish pussy. She deep-throated his cum gushing cock, ovaling her kneading lips around the root of his prick.
Holding Pat's cock down her throat, Sara used her inner muscles to milk the cock. Even before Tim ha finished his eruptions of fuck cream into her pussy, Pat began gushing his salty load of jism down her throat.
"Suck meeee!" Pat hissed, putting his hand on the back of Sara's head to hold her face tightly against his crotch. His prick was leaping in her throat, dancing with force as stream after stream of his thick, gummy cum spewed down her throat. He could feel her throat muscles working on his prick as she swallowed.
The need for air finally forced Sara to pull her face away from Pat and uncork his shrinking, satisfied prick from her throat. She squeezed the meaty tube of cock flesh firmly with her lips as she backed away, sucking up blobs of cum that clung to the stem and cock-head.
"Ohhhhh! You guys really know how to give a girl what she needs," Sara purred. She turned around, pulling Tim's cock out of her cunt. She knelt at his feet and sucked his cock clean. "Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I've got to see my husband. He will be done fucking his secretary by now, won't he?"
Pat regained his composure first. He nodded his head weakly, still too tired to get off the desk. His cock was glistening with a thin film of Sara's spit.
As Sara stepped into her panties and tucked her tits back into the tight-fitting bra, she couldn't keep from smiling. Pulling the dress up, she waved a pleasant good-bye to her brothers-in-law and walked out of the office.
Things had changed for the hot-blooded, horny blonde. Being thirty-two didn't bother her any more. And the fact that her husband was fucking his secretary gave her license to fuck any man she desired.
All in all, Sara couldn't have been happier about the arrangement.
