Archive Note: The title and text of this pocketbook is duplicated in MB-114. However, the "author" for MB-114 is "Doug Archer."
FOREWORD
For every crime there is a punishment. And it is sometimes fitting that the punishment suits the crime-particularly in the gray area of sexuality morality. Who is the authority to tell one person that his sex life is wrong and another that his is right?
Swapping has long been a factor in many societies, not excluding the great American Society. But sometimes the participants are less than wildly eager on all counts to take part.
Husbands have taken wives to court, wives have taken husbands for forcing them to engage in sexual activities with other people that they didn't want to engage in.
Sometimes, as court records show, it is the initiator of the swapping who thinks his spouse, dragged into it by his or her heels, has gone overboard.
Forbidden To Swap is a story about this unfortunate aspect of sexual behavior. Two women, dragged into swapping by older men, must learn to cope. And, in learning to cope, they adapt all too well. Much more than their husbands would ever approve if they learned of it.
Perhaps this book is a lesson in ironic justice. Someday May and Judy will have their secret discovered. Someday their husbands will know the ultimate truth. The question then will not be who is stronger-but only if the husbands are strong enough.
While the seeds of reality are sown here, it is perhaps the seed of vengeance that will grow. Society is not all moribund. Some sexual restraints are simply the results of what earlier experimenters learned to avoid-and not for the obvious reasons. All lessons are not spelled out like provable experiments. Sometimes they are only hinted at by law and custom. And the venturesome individual should beware before he transcends the ultimate line.
-THE PUBLISHER.
CHAPTER ONE
"Alex..."
May woke up slowly, her head foggy with sleep. She stuck her hand on the other side of the bed feeling for the warmth of her husband's body.
It wasn't there.
She sat bolt upright in their queen-sized bed and looked down in surprise at the place Alex was supposed to be sleeping. It was indented into the shape of his body. He had been there. But now he was gone and it was still way early in the morning for him to be up.
She looked down at herself and wondered what it was that was driving her husband from their bed. He was a lot older than she. But looking at the nearly perfect globes of her big tits and the dark protuberance where her nipple poked out the nylon material of her blue nightie, May regained faith in herself. She was good looking. She was. Even if Alex were blind, his hands would be enough to tell him that.
Below her breasts her waist tucked in and then started the swelling of her hips that graduated into her long, tapered legs. Alex always told her her legs were her best feature-despite the fact that she had a pretty face and a great set of boobs. He always told her that just when he was trying to run his tongue from her toes to her crotch, and she was resisting. But May knew that he was being truthful about her assets.
A cold chill circulated around her heart and she got out of bed, trembling from a vague, undefined fear. Alex had never slipped out of bed like this before and it worried her. Ever since she had married the thirty-six-year-old juvenile court judge she had been shocked by his almost capricious nature. If he wanted something, he wanted it now. Not later and definitely not tomorrow. He was worse than the kids he judged.
And last night was the worst time of all. He'd wanted to make love-screw, he called it-and she wouldn't let him. May gently rubbed her tit where he had grabbed her and told her she was going to do as he said. It had hurt then and it left a mark on her mind through the night. He was willing to toss her into bed and rape her and stick his fingers between her lush, young thighs and manipulate the opening to her vagina as if she were a thing and not a person. May had told him what she thought about that. Loudly.
And then after they got into bed together, May had squeezed up against him and rubbed her big, firm, hot tits against his naked back and bounced her pelvis against his buttocks in a sort of counterfeit love that she knew he'd understand.
Only Alex hadn't seemed to understand what she wanted. Her crotch had warmed up and she wished he'd put his hand back between her legs, but he didn't. He had just turned his back to her and rolled onto his own side of the bed. And all night May was entertained by the buzzing clicks of the electric alarm clock as she knew she couldn't fall asleep-whatever she did.
Now, Alex was gone before the sun was even up. That wasn't like Alex. The youngest judge sitting in juvenile court in the city, he was well known for his late hours. When May first started dating Alex, that had been one of his attractions-he was a live wire, a swinger, despite his age. She enjoyed it then.
But ... not now.
Where could he have gone? The answer eluded May. And it worried her. It wasn't possible or reasonable that he could have gone to some other woman's bed at that time of day-but May wasn't positive that he hadn't.
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and got up. The almost pre-dawn chill caused her to shiver. She wasn't wearing anything except a blue nightie that was so sheer it wouldn't have kept out a ray of sunshine, much less the cold, and her little panties. She looked down past the conical sway of her full breasts at her crotch and noted the fluffy pad of blonde hair that puffed her panties out. Stray curls escaped around the insides of her thighs and some pussy hair even stuck stiffly through the gauzy material itself.
"Alex..." she called softly. She stepped forward and saw herself in the mirror, a white and blue ghost gliding through the early morning half-light. She couldn't help but think about the way her breasts bobbed as she moved. Alex liked to watch them, she knew.
"Alex!" May's voice rose a notch. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she was scared in the empty house. "ALEX!! ! "
"What?"
May almost peed in her blue panties. She had stepped out of the bedroom into the living room and Alex had practically snarled his question at her. He was sitting naked in an easy chair moodily contemplating his stiff cock and drinking a can of beer.
May was fortified by the sight. Alex, naked, appealed to her. He had trim, crewcut, prematurely gray hair that made him look distinguished. Even the bristly hair on his chest was gray. He had thick, flat muscles across his chest and belly and his cock was rigidly in place, sticking straight up. May loved his penis.
Standing straight up from his crotch, Alex's pecker was almost perfect by May's standards-not that she'd seen that many before she married Alex. But it was at least nine inches long and started out thick and gnarled at the base. It came up full thickness, like a round, pink sausage and tapered off into a dark, greasy looking head.
Alex was stroking it, lightly rubbing his fingers over the head and up and down the shaft. He took a swallow of beer and his adam's apple bobbed, and then he worked his hand over the shaft in a smooth up and down motion, sliding the skin up and down the cock.
May gulped. He was masturbating. Her husband was masturbating.
The knowledge that he was jacking off disturbed May more than she could ever admit. She couldn't take her eyes off the glistening shaft of his pecker. The movement of his hand up and down his shaft was hypnotic and May's head bobbed up and down as she watched him stroking himself.
"Don't do that," she said.
Alex swallowed some more beer. "Why not?" he asked her.
"It's not nice. It's not decent. You know very well that it isn't."
He looked at his swollen cock and laughed bitterly. "It's not nice to say no to me all the time," he said. "I am your husband. Or have you forgotten that?"
May swallowed. What she had feared was coming out in the open and she didn't want to talk about it. But she was going to have to whether she liked it or not.
"What you want isn't. . . isn't decent, Alex." Her face was flushed and her breathing heavy. "You can't just lick ... just lick my ... my pussy because you want to. It isn't right." May stumbled and stuttered all over the words. She wasn't used to using such language and it embarrassed her to say such things to her husband. It was ... crude.
"I can say anything I want to say," Alex growled. "Get your cunt over here right now." He waved the beer can at her to show her where he wanted her.
Hesitantly, May did as her husband wanted. He was in one of his moods and she didn't dare cross him. She knew how he'd be if she did. She quivered with revulsion as he wrapped one of his arms around her hips and pulled her close. She had to admit privately that it was exciting when he nuzzled his face between her warm thighs and rubbed his nose against her hot vaginal slit. Even through her panties, she felt the touch of his nose gliding over her clitoris and exciting her. Resolutely, though, May determined not to respond. That would be something dirty, filthy. Something she'd never do.
The tingle in May's crotch receded before the force of her will. Alex seemed to sense it and his face drew away from her loins. The removal of his hot breath from her crotch seemed a disproportionately terrible loss to May. She knew that anything so evil shouldn't be so enticing. But she was relieved that he was giving up. If he had continued, May was sure she wouldn't have been able to stop the juice from welling out of the tight-clenched lips of her puffy, soft cunt.
"All right, baby," Alex said tightly. His face was away from her crotch and May felt relieved. She didn't have to worry about his hot tongue stroking her mound through the thin nylon of her robe and panties. He'd done it once before and she still recalled how it had unnerved her, the feel of his tongue pushing like a cock at her grasping slit. That had been unnerving, too. So hot and squishy feeling...
"Yiiieee," May screamed unexpectedly. She jumped at the same time.
Alex had slid the can of beer under her nightie and pressed it up against the puffy softness of her vaginal mound. It was cold. Sweaty with chill dew. May couldn't control her reactions when she felt that frigid can pushed up against her warm, tender pussy. Her legs squeezed and unsqueezed and worked around the can, but she couldn't get away.
"Don't," she moaned. "Take it away, Alex. Please. Don't do that..."
May's cunt quivered like butterfly wings. The unexpected assault by her husband on her pussy was so degenerate, so lascivious that May was speechless.
Breathlessly, she tore away from Alex. But not before he hooked his finger in her panties and stripped them down her long, tapering thighs and calves. His finger brushed momentarily against the swollen lips of her vagina and, for a tantalizing moment, May thought he was going to violate her by sticking his finger up her twat.
He wrapped his arm around her thigh and began to kiss it softly and gently. "You got great legs, baby," he crooned. He slipped his mouth upward, swinging around from the outside of her leg to the smooth, moist inside of her thigh. His fingers were gentle and his lips were even softer. "Great legs," he murmured again, caressing them.
May tried to break away. His lips on her naked flesh made her all fluttery inside. His mouth was a constant threat of an assault of his tongue against her pudenda.
But this time, May was well aware, this time she had no panties for the defense. Her crotch was bare-unprotected. There was nothing to discourage his tongue from lapping against her bare cunt flesh. She was paralyzed at the thought. Frozen. She couldn't let that happen. She renewed her defense with even greater frenzy.
Alex clung tighter and May was only able to keep him away by pressing hard on his head with her hands.
"Silly bitch," he muttered. "Silly fucking bitch."
"Don't you dare," May panted back. "Don't you dare ... defile me, you beast."
"Ha!" Alex snorted contemptuously. His other hand was shaking, making her whole body quiver in rhythm to his movements. His head was under her nightie and his lips were well above her knee. But she held him down. She was proud of that. She kept her husband from debasing himself by rooting in her sex slot like an animal. She kept his tongue from stroking her furry hole and making them both terribly ashamed.
His hand stopped shaking and suddenly a terrible coldness engulfed May's pulsating crotch. She was chilled to the bone. She was paralyzed from her anus to her swollen clitoris. It was as if she had been dunked to her crotch in icy water.
She looked down and moaned. Her pussy hairs were soaked with sudsy beer. Beer ran down the insides of her thighs. And she knew what had happened. Alex had shaken the can of beer and sprayed her pussy with the icy froth. That's what happened.
"You're drunk," she said accusingly. She stared coldly at him.
"Yes," he admitted happily, and started to lick the beer off her crotch.
CHAPTER TWO
"Aaaahhh!" May couldn't contain the sound. It burst out of her lungs like an explosion. But it had started in her crotch where Alex's tongue was tickling her cunt.
"That's it, you frigid bitch," Alex growled drunkenly. He rammed his tongue up against the soft, quivery, wrinkled flesh of her quim and began swabbing at her crotch with the broad surface of his tongue.
May tried to pull away. What he was doing was dirty, obscene. And the fact that he was drunk made it even worse. Her own husband was degrading her in such a vile manner that May was almost driven to tears. She could feel each stab of his tongue tip against her tender vulva magnified a thousand times. He was flicking his tongue in and out of her twat with devastating effect. She couldn't control the frantic response of her hips as they started swaying back and forth, attempting to impale her cunt on his tongue.
This is vile, May told herself again and again and again.
But the reprimand was no help. Knowing that it was wrong did not erase the sudden surges of feeling that shot through her body, that tied knots in her vulva. She was enslaved by the ecstatic quiver in her pelvis that held her rooted to the spot.
"That's the way," Alex panted. He had cupped her cute, rounded buttocks in his hands and was pulling her hips toward him. His face was under her short nightie and pressed against her lower belly.
Looking down and seeing his head against her like that, May could only shiver. She couldn't see what his mouth was doing, but she could very definitely feel it.
Alex's tongue was hot, almost fevered where it lapped up her soft flesh, absorbing the heady sheen of beer that coated her loins like perspiration. The hot probe of his tongue swirled unseen on her nether flesh. Not being able to see what he was doing with his mouth seemed to turn May on. Moment by moment she anticipated the movement of his lips, his tongue.
She felt his hot, oral flesh getting nearer and nearer to her slit-then suddenly drawing away.
She didn't want it to happen. She didn't want Alex to tongue fuck her, but it was so disappointing, somehow. He would get so close and then she grabbed his hair through the thin blue nylon of her nightie and held his face back. She was scared that he would do it-and disappointed when he didn't. It was like being on a roller coaster. The closer his hot lips got to her ... her cunt, the more excited she became.
Her breath whooshed in and out of her lungs. May hadn't realized it, but she was panting heavily. Alex's mouth had just nibbled up the smooth inside of her thigh and his tongue was probing at the soft flesh where her buttock swelled out from her leg.
"Al-l-l-l-e-x..." She squeezed her eyes shut and moaned softly." Please. Please stop, Alex." May tightened her grip on his hair and tried to hold his head back.
Resolutely, Alex's tongue slid up from her thigh. May felt his nose pushing at her cunt slit as his tongue groped its way between her buttocks and lightly touched her ass-hole!
"Aaagghhhaaa," May screamed softly. She was transfixed. She couldn't move her feet or her arms. It seemed impossible to May, but her husband had licked her butt with his tongue. His mouth had actually pressed against her rectum and the shock seemed to demand she do something. Anything. Anything but just stand there,. .
But that was all May could do. Stand there. With her breath held until she thought she would burst while she waited. Her bladder ached and she wanted to pee. But Alex's face was between her legs. Otherwise May might have lost control and let the hot, yellow fluid run down her leg in a hard, steady flow.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh!" The shock of her husband's tongue against her rectum wasn't as unexpected the second time and May was able to hold her reaction down.
"Don't..." she moaned. His tongue was hot and slippery between her fine, rounded buttocks as it twisted and turned and seemed to be drilling its way into her ass-hole.
Alex's breath rasped through his nostrils. He was breathing hard into May's slit and occasionally against her rampant clitoris. His tongue stretched around the sweet curve of her crotch and played at the opening to her ass-hole and each time he stretched his tongue the tip knocked roughly at her puckered anal opening.
"N-n-n-n-o-o-oooooo," May cried. Her hips pressed against his face. Her hand twisted in his hair and pulled as it happened at last. The unspeakable enveloped her whole body-and all May could do was groan and cry out as she felt her husband's probing tongue slide into her secret hole and press deeper and deeper into her rectum.
"AaaggghhhhHHHHH," May screamed. His tongue slipped and slid into her rear like a hot plunger. It worked rapidly in and out of her slimy ass-hole, spreading her open and forcing her protesting muscles to stretch for all they were worth.
It's vile. Indecent. May tried to control her feelings. She couldn't get away. Alex had her leg trapped by his arm. But she couldn't control her responses. Despite being evil and sinful, it was ... it was a good feeling. Heat spread up her rear from the tongue jammed up her ass-hole and her ass-cheeks seemed to absorb it until they felt huge and glowing. Flushed.
Alex's tongue pushed into her butt and May was ashamed to admit that she pushed back with her hips. She wanted to feel his tongue pushing into her back there. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. His tongue was so hot and soft in her butt...
Alex was making slurping, sucking sounds. His nose bobbed up and down and May, as she got over the shock of having his tongue in her ass-hole, began to respond to his nose rubbing frantically against her cunt.
How can he? she thought frantically. It smells down there. And it must taste awful. May blushed. She tried to keep her crotch clean. She washed it a lot and douched all the time, yet she knew that there was always some vile thing that aroused her and caused her to get wet and smelly down there. It wasn't her fault. She always tried to fight those feelings. like thoughts about how a vile tongue would feel in her ... her pussy.
Oh, my God. He's licking and tongue fucking my ass-hole. MY ASSHOLE. Forming the words in her mind was almost too much for May. It was happening. It wasn't a dream-something that she conjured up in her evilest dreams.
Faster and faster Alex's tongue shot in and out of her pulsating rectum. May swayed her hips back and forth. Her ass-hole was volcanic. It was boiling with hot feeling. She was bursting inside with the hot saliva greasing her rectum.
"More!" The word burst unwanted from her lips. May wished she could have cut off her tongue. Her husband was sure to know that she was viler then he. He was not alone in his degradation. Oh, God, May thought, I want it-and he knows now. I want it!
Her hips flailed back and forth. Alex's nose was rutting in her sex slit and May felt the feeling building in her crotch. She was rising. Rising. Her husband's nose bumped against her clitoris. It rubbed the lining of her slit. His tongue slid in her ass.
"Harder," she moaned. "Harder." She tried to impale her ass-hole completely on his flashing pink tongue. She wanted it to slide up her rear as deep as his cock did into her cunt. She wanted that triangular tongue to jam her ass-hole wide open. Wide open. May wanted to be turned inside out by the heated joy of her husband's mouth.
She was in a delirium of sensation. Her pulse throbbed in her cunt and rectum like a jack-hammer. Her mind was heated with the feeling of being filled, of having that wonderful tongue stuck high up her ass-hole and twirling around inside of her. Filling her with slimy, heated friction.
And then it was gone. Disappeared. Out of her throbbing rectum.
May could have cried. Even her legs ached from wanting it back. She hadn't come yet, and she was going to. She knew it without doubt. The sliding, burning of Alex's tongue in her rear would have made her come like nothing else ever had.
Her legs trembled and she was barely able to hold herself upright. "Please, Alex."
"Please, what?"
Alex grinned up at May so that she had to look down between the full cones of her tits to see him. His face was twisted with repressed glee. Her shiny cunt juice smeared his mouth and nose and cheeks and he seemed to be mocking her.
"Please, do it some more," she begged of her husband.
"Some more what?" Alex could barely contain his delight.
"Tongue my ass-hole," May said. "Tongue fuck my butt. Don't stop now. Please."
"My tongue wasn't good enough for you last night," Alex said smugly.
"Please," May begged again. "Don't tease me like this, Alex."
Alex chuckled. "All right," he said. "But you're going to remember this, baby. And if you try to forget, I'm going to remind you good."
He lowered his head and May wrapped her fingers in his hair. She closed her eyes and tried to sink down inside of herself, down to her crotch and her ass-hole to be ready when he started doing it again. Getting tongue fucked in the butt was evil. She didn't want to watch, but she had to have it. She had to. She had to.
"AAaaaaahhhHHHH," May's breath escaped in a long drawn out sigh. Alex's tongue had suddenly been rammed up between her cunt lips and deep into her throbbing vagina. He shoved it into her and May was suddenly floating in ecstasy.
"Do it, do it, do it," May screamed. She slapped her hands against her husband's head. She ground her pussy down on his mouth and luxuriated in the feeling.
Alex wrenched her thighs apart with his hands so that May was bow-legged, her pelvis pouting out at him. His lips ringed her vaginal opening and rubbed excitingly against her clitoris. And his tongue darted in and out, in and out of her super sensitive twat. He drilled it into her hot hole, twisting and turning it inside her.
"Honey, do it," May yelled. "That's it, baby. Stick that candy stick in my hairy snatch. Tongue suck me, darling. Give it to me. More. Tongue fuck me, good. That's it, baby. That's it."
May's beautiful thighs closed around Alex's face. She pressed her cunny down on his lips and rotated her pelvis, rubbing herself off on his mouth. She was pouring out her cunt juice in a steady stream of honey that could have drowned him if he didn't keep on swallowing. And all the while her brain was being consumed in the fierce fire of her own desire. She was nothing more than the receptacle for her own passion.
"Harder. HARDER!" she screeched. May wanted to feel his teeth, his lips, his tongue probing her gyrating slit. She wanted to be filled. The ultimate feeling, she now knew, was a good, stiff, slimy tongue jammed up her twat, twisting around inside.
"Oooooooo." She spread her legs more. She had to look down, to see what her wonderful husband was doing to her. But she knew. He had his tongue in her twat and a stiff finger up her hot ass and she was getting finger fucked and tongue fucked front and back simultaneously and it was wonderful.
"Wonderful," she murmured. She stroked his head and felt him pounding his finger and his tongue into her faster and faster and harder and harder until it felt like she was coming apart in the most wonderful way imaginable. She was exploding, being torn in half. Her soggy cunt was going one way and her soggy ass-hole was going the other and she didn't know for sure which was the most enjoyable. All she was sure of was that she loved it. SHE LOVED IT!
"Uh, uh, uh, uh," she gasped. Her husband's hot mouth was sucking on her cunt, pulling her nearer and nearer her orgasm. Nearer and nearer. Nearer.
"I'm comming," she screamed. "I'm commmmmming..."
"Goddam right you're coming," he snarled, and replaced his soft tongue with his hard finger, jabbing and stabbing it in and out of her hotly spasming cunt. It wasn't as good as his tongue-but God!, it was still wonderful!
"Oh, baby, more," she pleaded, humping her leaking twat against his finger. "Give me your tongue again. Just a little more, lover."
May was whining in her need for it, and she hated herself for that. Holding up her nightie for him, gazing at him with hot allure in her eyes, twitching and undulating her voluptuous body-all for one more touch of his damnably hot tongue.
He grinned up at her cruelly. He held his finger still, so she had to do the fucking herself, and he said, "Still coming?"
"Yes, but ... But not like before. Baby, give me your tongue. Put your candy stick in my lovehole and really make it come." She licked her lips, looked down at his standing cock through glazed eyes, and said, "I'd do almost anything for some more of that hot tongue of yours."
He obliged by leaning forward and sliding his broad, slick tongue over her clit-just once-and she responded by humping her hips hard forward at it. "OH God! Alex, don't STOP! Suck it and lick it like before. PLEASE LOVER!"
His finger was back inside her, and his tongue was licking his lips. His finger was moving slowly, making her hips dance and her tits jerk, holding her right there on the brink of what she had to have. Nightie up to her waist, face slack but pleading, she was whining and moaning constantly as he sat there manipulating her like a puppet with only his finger.
"Would you suck me off?" he asked through a smirking grin.
"Alex-x-x-x," she whined. Her gut hungered for his big stiff greasy cock, but her throat rebelled at it, choking up. Still her lush body kept up its uncontrolled dance on his finger. Still her cunt juices flowed down her lovely naked legs.
"And what would you do if I gave you a couple of tongues for this hot snatch? Eh? What would you do if there were three or four tongues at once, licking all over your ass, in your ass-hole, on your legs, your tits-and inside this sloppy hot cunt of yours ? What would you do then, May?"
"I'd com-m-m-m-mme!" she squealed. She grabbed his wrist and jammed his finger harder into her pulsing pussy. Her husband had discussed group sex with her before, and she knew now what he was talking about. The whole concept was abhorrent to her. One to one sex, and only with the man she loved, was the only kind of sex May could ever have. But now, teetering as she was on the brink of insane orgasmic pleasure, the mental picture of a whole bevy of eager tongues stabbing and jabbing at her most private flesh ripped down from her brain to loose a whole new torrent of orgasmic frenzy in her.
"I'd come and come and com-m-m-m-me," she wailed, flexing and spreading her legs obscenely, tits flopping, hips bucking, as she fucked the hand that she held for all she was worth.
It started to subside. The impact of the mental picture began to fade, and May started down from the top of the volcano of lust. She was just about to get some semblance of her wits about her again when her husband-her cruelly loving husband-leaned forward again and wiped his tongue up over her slimy hot cunt lips.
"YES, YES, I LOVE IT!" she screamed, sinking fingers deep in his hair, packing her clit against his lips.
He wrenched away and murmured, "We're going to a party tonight. A sexy party."
"Alex, no!" she said.
But the next moment her response was, "YES! YES! YES! Do it again," as this magnificent lover she'd married fastened his lips on her clit and sucked her-hard.
"ALEX, ALEX, DON'T STOP THAT! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU SAY IF YOU JUST WON'T STOP THAT!! ! URRRRRRGGH! OH, URRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!! "
Tendons stood out like cords in her neck, her eyes bulged and her whole body went tense and trembling as he sucked on her most sensitive spot and lashed it simultaneously with his tongue. Her ass-hole was crawling up inside her and her nipples had turned to hot flint as she stood in her obscene posture and felt the good feelings jangle and rip through her every nerve cell. Her jaw cracked as she clenched her teeth, holding it in, keeping it alive and going, growing, bigger and frighteningly bigger.
And then it all came crashing out of her at once. She passed the peak of the volcano and was sent soaring up into the heavens by Alex's wonderful hot tongue lapping at her clitoris and his fiercely hard finger jabbing in her hole. She didn't know if that finger was in her vagina or her anus. All of her crotch, every bit of her nether region, was so responsive now that it felt like it was all cunt-all wonderful coming cunt. She stood there twitching and jerking and coming like a brute animal in heat, and at the same time feeling wonderfully human, marvelously alive.
He took his cuntlapper away and said in a guttural voice, "Lick my fuckstick, woman."
He waved the big? thick thing in his hand.
She moaned, "No, no, no," but she collapsed to her knees at his side and laved her tongue over the slick knob of the big meaty thing. She kissed it and tasted it and smelled its goaty aroma in her gut, while Alex sat laughing at her and keeping her cunt alive with his fingers.
"You want that big log in your cunt now? Right here?" he asked, and slid two fingers into her slick little hole.
"MMMMMM! YES-S-S-SH!" she said, burning with a new fever now.
"Better climb on it with your snatch, May baby, before I squirt my jism all over your pretty face, and in that silky blonde hair. Get on it, baby. Climb that old totem pole."
"Yes, let me get it in me!" she panted, as she lurched to her feet and frantically straddled his loins.
He sat there grinning. He didn't help her at all, and she needed help, for the fire was burning in her cunt so hotly now that the rest of her body wasn't working right. Her hands could hold onto that kiss-wet organ of his, but her hips wouldn't hold still for the insertion of it. She was driving herself even more frantic, able only to slide the big knob of it up and down through her slippery wet slit, not quite able to aim it in the hole that was weeping slick tears for it.
And Alex, the bastard, was laughing at her as she frenziedly tried to poke it home. He was laughing, and he was depriving her of the thing she needed most in the world by shifting his hips around, moving his cock just when she had it where she wanted it.
"Uh! Please! PLEASE!" she wailed, as her big round buttocks jiggled as much as her bulbously pointed tits with her quaking efforts.
"I'll give you all the cock you want, baby," he said, following her clitoris with his fingers, driving her mad. "Cocks and tongues, fuck sticks and candy sticks, all you want of them. In your ass-hole and your mouth and your cunt. Fucking you in the tit," he said, and reached up and pinched her nipples-hard.
"YESSSSS! HURT ME-FUCK ME-ANYTHING, BUT GIVE ME THAT COCK-THAT FUCKSTICK!! ! " she screamed, hair whipping about her lovely young face, cunt juice weakening her grip on his cock.
"Coming to that party tonight?" he asked, and let her rub his cockhead all around her brimming hot hole.
"YESSS! STICK IT IN, SCREW ME, GIVE IT TO ME!! ! "
"Fuck and suck? Anything goes?"
He shoved just the knob in, and she threw back her head and shrieked, "YES! YES, LOVER, THAT'S IT! FUCK ME HARD ! ! ! " she screamed, and plummeted her sweat-glistening body down on it.
She got it all the way in her. It was right up there in her guts, where it belonged. It was stretching the mouth of her tight hole so widely she wanted to shout with glee. His pubic bone was grinding her clit to hamburger and his balls were kissing her open ass-hole. She was coming now-in earnest-and Alex knew it.
"You going to fuck my friend John Gray tonight?"
"Oh God, stick that fuck stick in me. Yes. YES! ALEX, YES!"
"You don't care whose cock is in you when you're like this, do you? As long as you get fucked. As long as you come."
"I DON'T CARE! I DON'T CARE ! ! ! " she screamed, flying on his cock now. Her tits were bouncing heavily under the sweaty blue nylon. Her buttocks were slapping wetly against his thighs. The room was a pink blur around her as her head bounced up and down with her efforts to keep riding that big thing in her. She was out of control, and she loved it.
"What if his wife wants to lick that twat of yours? Eh? What if Judy wants you to suck her Lesbian cunt?"
"I'll fuck him and I'll suck her. I don't care." May's voice was not hers at all. It was a deep, throaty voice that she hardly recognized, but it kept saying the words that had to come out of her spasming, orgasming body. "I just want cock, that's all. Cock and cunt and tongue. I'll go to your fucking parties, I'll do anything you want me to do as long as you make me feel like this, you bastard-you wonderful, wonderful bastard with your dirty mind and your dirty cock and your dirty tongue."
He chuckled and said, "Hold still now."
"I can't," she groaned, snapping her hips back and forth, watching that big dong's root ripping up her juicy split.
He slapped her across the face and repeated his command. The shock of it was terrible, and she became immobile, just as he wanted her to be.
"Promise you'll do any fucking thing I say at all from now on," he said, glaring fiercely at her.
"Alex-x-x-x-x," she pleaded, and despite her every effort, her hips were beginning to squirm, her cunt was sucking her body down on his cock again. "Give me a little more," she whined, hating herself, both loving and loathing him.
His fingers crept around to her ass as he grinned and said, "I'll make you feel special good if you'll give me that promise."
She began to cry. Tears shook loose from her eyes and her body shook and her cunt worked on his thickness again as she nodded her head and said, "I promise. Promise to be your slave, do anything at all you want, if you just make me feel fucking good-fucking, fucking good!! "
"Piss on me," he said, and the hot stuff gushed out of her before she could think. And as it came out, yellow and beautiful, his finger went into her, right into her ass-hole.
She was babbling hysterically, laughing and weeping at the same time. If the orgasms she had when she played with herself were like ripples, this was like a tidal wave. Her alabaster thighs and butts, all wet with piss and love juice, squelched loudly on the man's hairy legs. Her tits thudded heavily up and down on her chest, right before her eyes as she gazed down at the miraculous thing in her body, filling her with its lovely, hot white stuff even as it emptied her of her hot yellow stuff. She broke wind loudly, and that didn't slow her down. She could feel every hot spurt of jism shooting into her gyrating body, into her greasy sexhole. She'd gone mad, wonderfully mad. She never recover from this fucking. All she could do was mutter, "Yes, yes, yes," as the piss and the jism flowed, and as Alex grunted and painted a fiendishly exciting word picture of what lay in store for her now that she'd given in to him all the way, now that she'd let him please her as he'd always wanted to.
CHAPTER THREE
For the second time that day, May woke up groggy, but this time there was a feline smile on her face and when she reached out, it was only a lazily stretch. She was on the couch in the living room. She didn't know how she got there, and didn't care. She felt fat and happy, without a care in the world. All she wanted to do was smile over the absolutely mad sex dreams she'd had and then roll over and go back to sleep again.
"The sex bomb stirs," said a masculine voice.
"Hmm? Alex?"
She turned her head and saw her husband, sitting in his favorite chair, glass of tomato juice in his hand, wearing his robe. He'd been sitting in that chair at the start of her wild sex dream. Or had it been a dream?? ? Dear heavens, it had been a nightmare, and it had been all too real!! !
"You want one of these?" he said, holding up his glass.
"Y-Yes," she said, struggling to sit up, shrouding the blanket closer around her.
She watched him as he left the room, then stared at that chair. The things she'd done by that chair-and in it-were incredible. Begging for his penis, his tongue. Using the most obscene language conceivable. Wetting herself, while Alex watched! Making wildly promiscuous promises. Turning into sex-mad lunatic whose only need was for more of the same.
It wasn't a dream she'd had, it was a nightmare! Could she-prim little May-have actually done those things a year ago, before she'd met Alex? Could she really have done them this day? No, no, no. They all had to be part of some horrible dream. They were illusions created by the inner workings of her deepest subconscious mind. As a child dreams about monsters which both frighten and titillate, so she had dreamed about sexual experiences in the same fashion. It couldn't have all really happened.
There was evidence it hadn't happened. The chair wasn't stained yellow and reeking of urine.
She was wearing her pink nightie under the blanket, and her vagina and her anus felt no different than ever. It had all been a dream. It had to be. A dream, mixed with some sleepwalking, ending up with her awakening on the couch here.
Still, she couldn't be sure, and she looked in Alex's eyes for signs when he returned with her tomato juice.
He was smiling at her kindly, lovingly. He said a few typically marital words to her. The drink was nice and spicy, laced with Tabasco and lemon juice, and it helped to clear her head and ease her parched throat. She found she could converse with her husband quite normally as they sat on opposite sides of the room. They were husband and wife, not illicit partners in sexual madness. It had all been a dream.
May became more and more convinced of this as they sipped and talked with easy courtesy. A wild nightmare, one which would never be repeated-but if she dreamed it again, she could handle it.
It had been a pretty exciting dream, really. Wickedly exciting. She was tempted several times during the day to dwell on it, but she found it easy enough and far safer to push it out of her mind each time something happened to remind her of it.
Alex was particularly solicitous of her that day. It was Saturday, and he barbecued their lunch on the patio, served it with chilled champagne as a special treat, and wouldn't let May lift a finger to help him. She made some hesitant sexual overtures at him that afternoon, but he seemed not to notice them-unusual for him. But that was just as well. With the dream all too vivid in her mind, she might lose control of herself during the reality of sex.
The drinks he made for them that day helped her relax, but she still got a titillating twinge of remembrance each time she passed that chair. It was one of those lazy Saturdays that Alex had introduced her to sex, a day when they sipped drinks and lounged around, showed their love for each other in quiet ways, and usually made sexual love in the afternoon. It was a Saturday like many others, but on this Saturday there was no love-making.
Alex somehow read her mood, and did not intrude his lust upon her, even though by late afternoon May's mood had changed considerably. The drinks, the lazy day, seeing Alex just partially clothed all day-those things had combined to make her wish she could lure him into bed for a few sensuous hours.
And then as evening approached Alex said, "Hey, it's later than I thought. We'd better get dressed to go."
"Uh ... go?' she said. "Where, Alex?"
"Didn't I tell you? I'm sure I did, but you forgot, I guess. Can't blame you, the wild way you were acting this morning. We're going to John and Judy Gray's house for some drinks and some laughs. You'll like him. Handsome young trial attorney. And you'll like Judy, too. I can almost guarantee that. Come on. Let's get dressed."
Now May was very sorry she hadn't discussed her morning with Alex. She had a cold fear that it hadn't been a dream at all, that her actions and her promises had been all too real. But that was just impossible, she told herself, as she dutifully showered and dressed for another of her husband's business/social engagements. But as she applied her make-up and brushed out her flowing blonde hair, her nervousness increased until her teeth were chattering.
In the mirror she could clearly see she was a sexy, attractive woman. Beautiful face, big shapely tits, and she had to admit to herself she had superb legs.
Could Alex be offering those charms to one of his colleagues ? It was an insane thought, but Alex wasn't noted for his consistent rationality. Had her promises to cooperate in an orgy been real ? It was unthinkable.
May put the thought out of her mind with another drink as her husband completed his preparations for their evening out.
Alex got May laughing on their drive to the Gray's house. He made none of his references to having a wild night of sex, and the thoughts May had been having receded, replaced by her looking forward to an evening of conviviality with some bright new friends. And the Grays were bright, and they were new.
They lived in a charming ranch style home halfway across town. It was brightly furnished with low, very modern couches and tables, and there was a green fuck carpet on the floor that looked as inviting as a sunlit meadow.
John was a handsome young man of about twenty-seven, his brown hair done in a crew cut that May found somehow reassuring. He shook hands warmly with Alex, clapped him on the back like an old friend. He kissed May in greeting, his lips grazing hers, and she accepted it with outward aplomb. Judy was a perfectly charming little nymph. As Alex had predicted, May liked her right away. She was only eighteen, lithe and supple and slim, with short black hair that reminded May of Alex's hair in early pictures of him. Her breasts were round and pointed, quite womanly, though the rest of her figure was slenderly girlish.
May could see it all, for all Judy had on was a satiny red jump suit with widely flaring pants legs and a halter top.
Alex was noticing her figure, too. He always did, and May somehow found his interest in other women to be perversely appealing to her. Alex watched young Judy's every movement as she swished about, settling them on one of the couchs, fetching drinks, then settling down on the floor with her husband just across the coffee table from them.
They were a charming couple. Their conversation was bright and witty, and they laughed gaily at the first little joke May tentatively made. The conversation went round and round between the quartet, touching on all manner of light and happy things. No politics, no courtroom discussions, just talk about movies and vacation places and good times to be had by all.
May was supremely happy, all snuggled up in the crook of her loving husband's arm, staying on a par with his young but highly sophisticated friends. These were a trio of the "beautiful people" she'd heard about, and they considered her to be one of them. The drinks flowed, and May found she could even laugh and talk about sex with them.
Why not? Everybody did it. Alex was even doing it then, cupping her tit in his hand while they talked and drank. Through her blue party dress and lacy bra he was feeling her up right in front of the Grays, but that was all right, for John and Judy were obviously playing with each other's thighs under cover of the coffee table. It was sweet fun, exciting, a preparation for some solid love-making when they got home and Alex would be fucking her while John fucked his delightful little brunette wife.
"When May cuts loose, she really cuts loose," said Alex, and May giggled and blushed attractively, and snuggled closer to him, squeezed his thigh right next to the long bulge in his trousers.
"Judy-likes to go all out too," said John, "but I don't have to tell you that, Alex."
"What the hell. We all do," Alex said, grinning down at May.
"Damn right," she said, very much a part of the conversation, not really caring if her husband had had an affair with the girl before they met each other.
John was almost trying to have an affair with May right then. He was looking up her short blue skirt, probably seeing the tight crotch band of her well-packed panties, and she didn't really care. It was harmless. His wife was right there with him, probably fondling his pecker through his pants by then, just as May was possessively doing with her Alex.
Looks, flirtations didn't hurt, and May scratched at an imaginary itch on her nyloned leg, and artfully managed to raise the hem of her dress another inch or two. With those terrifically good legs of hers, it was no wonder that Judy was looking there almost as admiringly as John was. May opened her legs a fraction wider, so proud to have her Alex's friend admiration.
"Here's to sex, and plenty of it," said Alex, raising his glass.
"All for one and one for all," said Judy, mimicking him.
"The Four Must-Get-Theirs," John declared.
"Life's a ball, and Alex's got a lot of life in his!" said May, bolder and more sparkling than any of them, adding to her companion's laughter by brazenly slipping her hand from Alex's hard cock to his soft bag of big balls.
Both John and Judy were staring at May's hand, frankly caressing Alex's crotch now. She didn't care. He was her man, all of him. His loaded balls, his huge hard cock, his fantastic tongue, they all belonged to May, and she didn't care who knew it. She squeezed his cock while they watched, caressed it, smiled languidly at them.
He was jiggling and pressing her tit with one hand, rustling the other up under her skirt, showing them she was his woman, and that was fine, just fine. She was sparkling and alive, tingling with good feelings, getting a wild kick out of having these people see her and Alex together like this. She wanted Alex, she wanted him bad, but she still wanted to prolong this crazy sexy performance in front of their new friends.
"Looks like it's party time," John Gray said, and pushed the coffee table out of their way. He did it just as Alex swept May into his arms and kissed her. But as his tongue stabbed down into her throat, May was stunned with the notion she'd seen John's penis standing stiff and bare out of his pants, with nothing on it but Judy's slender little hand.
It was an impossibility, but Alex's embrace was so strong that she couldn't turn and confirm this. He was kissing her with marvelous passion, reaching inside her dress and bra to thumb her nipple to harder life, caressing her knees softly and brushing warm inside her thighs.
May was clinging tightly to Alex's prick, rubbing and squeezing it hard in her dizzily mounting passion.
Her husband was a marvelous lover, making her see penises that weren't there, touching her everywhere at once with his hands, slipping his cock in her mouth till she could feel it wetting her cunt slit with warm slickness.
May was breathless, panting, and far dizzier than the drinks had made her when Alex at last broke the kiss. Holding onto his cock, she turned her head to see if John had really had his cock out. She couldn't see that, but what she saw shocked her even more. Both John and Judy had moved so close to the couch that their loins were hidden from May's view, but it was them touching and caressing her legs, not Alex!
"Now, don't," she murmured, trying to squirm away, but unable to even close her legs because of the hands and cheeks that were moving on them, insistently prying them apart. She could feel their tickling fingers and breaths in a fiendish way, right up to the slit that Alex's kiss and cock had made all puffy and swollen and wet. She couldn't get her wits about her as both husband and wife fondled and warmly kissed her nylon-covered legs, and as Alex calmly watched it happening to her, his wife!
He'd somehow gotten her bra open and one of her big tits was lolling free in his hand. Her lipstick was smeared and her eyes felt heavy. Her butt felt big too, squirming on the couch cushion, extremely sensitive to their combined touches, reminding her of how she'd felt that morning-that she was all pussy down there.
She kept murmuring for them to stop, but they kept right on, laughing, asking her, "Why not? Why not, May?"
"Sex is fun. Sex is good," said Judy, tickling her fingernails up under her skirt, helping her young husband in trying to drive May mad. "You said so yourself. Doesn't she have beautiful legs, John?"
"Gorgeous," said he, and put his head right down there and danced his hot tongue up May's inner thigh. Her skirt was all bunched up by then, and his tongue stopped six inches from her pussy, but her hot cunt lips seemed to be reaching down for it. "If her legs are this good, said John, "I bet her cunt's a knockout."
His tongue couldn't reach it, but his fingers did. They stole right up there and pushed against the nylon-covered bulge of her juicy box, and May futilely tried to writhe away, only going deeper into the imprisoning arms of her laughing husband.
"Relax," he said. "Enjoy yourself with your friends. Show 'em your pussy, honey. It's such a gorgeous thing, all pink and pretty and blonde. It's even pretty when it's pissing. John, Judy I literally fucked the piss out of her this morning."
"Alex, no!" May hissed, sick with humiliation, sicker still with the gnawing hunger those unwanted hands and lips on her legs and tits and crotch were causing.
"We're all among friends," Alex smoothly said. "Get up and take off your panties and hose. Show Judy and John those beautiful legs and that hot box you've got between them. May loves to have it licked, kids. It drives her crazy. She loves to have a hot tongue swishing up and down her hot little twat, loves to have warm lips sucking on her joy button. I stuck my tongue right up her butt this morning, didn't I, May? She calls it my candy stick, and she gets so fucking hot she begs for more of it. Right May?"
"No. Please," May begged, panting and writhing almost uncontrollably-and very close to tears.
But the Grays laughed about the candy stick, repeating the phrase, and soon May had to laugh with them. Nothing wrong with a pet name, nothing so shameful about having the piss fucked out of her. All friends together. Delightful friends. Beautiful, sensuous friends. Only there to help her-to help her feel good.
She slung her arms about Alex's neck and pulled him down into a torrid kiss. Now she knew very well it was the hands of others on her legs, brushing her pussy, and she didn't care, she didn't mind at all. Lips and tongue, male and female, were sucking wet kisses inside her long legs, and she opened them wider for the feelings, the sensations, the pleasure that they could give her. It was wrong, all wrong, but she could worry about that later, not now.
"She's got legs clear up to her ass," John's voice said.
"Soft pussy. Big one," said Judy, as May remained locked in the hungry deep kiss with Alex. "Nice fuck-box. She's getting her little panties all wet."
"Let's take them off. She wants us to help her off with them."
May lifted her hips without being told, and immediately her skirt was fucked up under her quivering butt. She thought it was Alex's hand that stripped her panties down halfway, but she didn't know who took them from there. Panties and hose came down together, and her love slit was at last open to the air and able to breathe.
She moaned and sucked harder on Alex's candy stick, and when her bare ass kissed the velvet fabric of the couch again it felt like an enormous tongue licking her there. She spread her legs as widely as she could and tore away from the kiss to avidly look at the two very real tongues working their way up her inner thighs.
John's face looked terrifically handsome laid against her trembling white thigh, following the course being set by his swirling tongue on her bare flesh. Judy's face looked wonderfully wicked working on her other leg, following the example set by her husband, lapping ever closer to May's pulsing, oozing slit.
Alex tweaked her nipple and said, "That's what friends are for, eh? You like it? You like two candy sticks at once?"
"Yesss!" she said, the breath shivering hotly out of her. "God, it's beautiful! Two hot tongues working up to my fuckbox. Mmmmmm, oh, YES!" she gasped, writhing lower on the couch cushion, yawning her legs wider apart. "But why don't they hurry?" she whined. "If my cunt's so goddamned pretty, why don't they HURRY UP AND KISS IT?"
John, wonderful John? would have dived right in-tongue first-but nasty Judy giggled and held him back, saying, "Shouldn't it be ladies first? Don't you want my candy stick in your fuckbox before John's, May?"
"I don't care who sucks me off first, just do it, JUST SUCK MY HOT CUNT! IT'S ON FIRE!! ! " she cried, and spread apart the puffy slick lips with her fingers to show them her great need, to tempt them with it.
"John, suck me," she mewled, sliding her fingers down the slick trough of gleaming pink flesh.
"Please, Judy, lick it for me," May moaned, extruding her bursting clit from between her splayed fingers, showing just where she needed it most, just where she had to have it!
"John'll eat you first and then fuck you," said Alex, pulling on her tit and pinching her thigh, making her jump and jerk.
"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned, humping her hips forward toward John's grinning face, toward the tongue that was licking his lips. "Anything. I'll fuck anybody. I don't care. Lick my fuckbox before I die! Oh, lick it, John ! ! ! JUDY MAKE YOUR HUSBAND LICK MY HOT, HAIRY TWAT BEFORE I EXPLODE ! ! ! "
"GOD, YES-S-S-S-S-S!! ! " May shrieked, as John thrust forward and stabbed his hot hard tongue in the right place. "LICK! SUCK! CANDY STICK! CUNT! FUCKBOX! COM-M-M-M-M-MME!! ! " she squalled, fucking hard against the velvety and most welcome intruder in her spilling twat, getting her hand on his head and pulling his tongue into her creaming fuck-hole.
She didn't care who saw her coming. She gloried in the witnesses to her pleasure, to her womanhood. She hardly knew him, but she had herself a man eagerly licking out her gushing twat, turning his head to get deeper in it, swishing his tongue ever faster as the good juices flowed in a torrent and her orgasms blended together in a steady stream of gutsy delight.
"Lick out her ass-hole, John," said Alex. "She loves that, too."
May immediately threw both legs high in the air and screamed, "YES, BUTT-FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE. EEEE-E-E-E-EKK!! STAB ME RIGHT THERE WITH IT-AGAIN-AGAIN-AGAIN!! I-AGAIN!! ! ! ! "
The wonderful, wonderful man, he was doing just as she told him, lancing his tapered slick hardness in her flowering butt-hole like a red hot lance, turning her whole crotch into ONE BIG CUNT!
An immense blast of clitoral ecstasy ripped through May and her legs fell down, heels thudding on the carpet. Still, John kept up his marvelous tongue lashings, and May rocked and rolled on the couch, gasping for her breath as he built her up for another big one. Through a pink glaze of soul-felt passion, she dimly saw the beautiful young Judy performing a strip tease for her. Stripping off that clinging satiny garment, she was showing May the svelte lines of her girlish body. Slim hips, jugs round as balls, pointed with hard red tongues on the ends, thin bush of black hair, with deep pink slit showing clearly through. Deep, deep lust in Judy's eyes as she gazed at May, coming hard, coming good under the lasciviously sweet whippings of the crew cut man's tongue. Judy stood there as unashamed as May, licking her scarlet lips and rubbing her fingers up and down through her cuntslit.
May's knee was nudged by Judy's as the teen-aged girl murmured, "Is it good, lover? Is May's fuck slit nice and hot and sweet? Gawd, it smells like hot honey, but how does she taste, John?"
"Find out for yourself, babe," he said, and backed off from May's reaching twat lips.
For a moment the notion of a woman kissing her there was utterly shocking to May, but only for a moment. The need for more, and yet more of a hard tongue in her slick slit and gaping hole more than overcame any reluctance.
Even as John was lurching to his feet, even as he was showing her that his prick was indeed rampantly naked and stiff, May was simpering a smile at the girl John was married to.
"Yes, yes, it's nice and sweet," she purred at Judy's stroking deep in her slit, pushing that big clit forward to tempt every bit of Lesbianism that resided in young Judy's depraved body. "Hot little fuckbox. Tastes nice. Give me that pretty tongue, girl. Judy, I want to feel you sucking on my honeybox, licking me down there sucking me, kissing my cunt ! ! ! JUDY, PLEASE!! ! "
The girl stood poised, breathing very fast, devouring May with her eyes. Then she threw herself at the disheveled blonde on the couch, mashed her mouth on May's kiss-bruised lips and ground her hot, creamy fuck slit hard against May's!
Wonderful! Coming again, but in an entirely new way! And with another woman ! ! !
May hugged the girl until she thought she'd break her spine, sucked on her tongue, shoved at her cunt with hers. She could hear the men snickering, saying vile things, and suddenly she was ashamed of this display of Lesbianism on her part. She yanked Judy's face from hers and cried, "Get down there and lick me out."
Surprise showed in Judy's dark eyes, and in a trice she was crouched on the floor, giving May's love slit the licking it had been craving for. May gloated down at the bobbing feminine head between her legs. She lifted her legs, hooked her feet over the edge of the couch cushions, and shoved the girl's head down hard.
"Yes-s-s-s-s. Yes, you little dyke," she hissed. "You like cunts, then you like ass-holes. Lick it. Stab it. Eat my shitter, little dyke, and ... NNGGGGGGGGGGG! KEEP IT UP NOW!! ! JUDY, ALL OVER DOWN THERE!" May screamed, as the big buildup broke again, the tidal waves crashed and covered her with greatest, dirtiest joy.
There was a big cock pushed against her mouth, and she sucked it in before she could properly taste its rich maleness. Cheeks caved in and brows deeply knit, she sucked on that cock harder and sweeter than she'd ever thought possible. Down below in the enormous big cunt that was her widely open crotch, the fiery hot tongue of a loving Lesbian was keeping the good feelings ripping, while up above May vigorously bobbed her head to slide her sucking lips up and down the thick meat in her mouth. Somewhere in between, hands were pulling and pawing at her body, and a familiar Voice was telling her that this was a wonderful dream that would never end.
"Hey, you really dig sucking John's fuck-stick, don't you. You can suck mine, later. You can go to sleep with it in your pretty mouth tonight. My cock will be all wet and sweet from Judy's hot cunt by then. I'm going to slip this big thing in her little cranny and give her a good hard fucking. Would you like to have a hard cock in your honeybox about now, May? Would you?" he softly asked, guiding her feverish shaking hand up and down his naked, throbbing cock.
She opened her eyes, nodded her head. All filled to the gullet with cock, all filled to the gut with tongue, she murmured, "Mm-hmm. Mm-hmmmmm!"
"Judy!" Alex called. "Up and at them. Time for brother Alex and his hot meat!"
When the tongue was taken from her gushing cunt, May spat out the thick meat in her mouth and shrieked, "NO! More!! ! More tongue in my twat, PLEASE!! ! "
"I got what your twat needs," said John, and dropped to his knees between May's legs.
His cock was pointed up at her drooling cunt. It was still wet with those terrible kisses she'd somehow given it which had made it so lust for her lovehole now. "ALEX! ALEX, DON'T LET HIM FUCK ME!" she shouted, as he lunged with the big red knob for her vulnerably open pink flesh, sopping wet, burning bright.
But Alex didn't come to May's rescue. He was nowhere to be seen. All May could see was this other man's grinning face, looming close, his hairy chest pressing in on her, and that huge pole stabbing blindly for her dodging, yearning cunt.
"ALEX-X-X-X-X-X!" she screamed, as the blind eye guided the meat home, the big knob stabbed in her faithlessly sucking fuck hole.
"Rrrgggh! Tight!" May's rapist grunted, and with every effort of her will, she overcame the lustful yearnings of her body and threw him off. She got his huge thickness out of her, no matter how much her cunt wept for it, and she rolled away from him, landing hard on the soft floor.
Dazed but saved, she struggled up to her hands and knees-only to see before her the sight of her husband. Her husband was grinning down at the orgasmically rapt face of young Judy as he slid his fuckstick up into her prim little cunthole with both ease and vigor.
"No. Oh, noo-o-o-o-o," May moaned, and as she hung there on hands and knees, transfixed by what she saw, two strong hands clamped down on her soft hips, and a big hot wedge plunged up her cunt and into her sexual core.
"AGGgg-g-g-gh, fuck me good!" she husked, dropping her head and bowing her back. "Shove that big, hard meat up my juicy cunt and fill me up with fucking, I love it. I LOVE IT! ALEX, DO YOU HEAR ME? ANOTHER MAN'S FUCKING ME-FUCKING MY CUNT-AND I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT!! ! "
She looked up, expecting to see him enraged, coming to save her, but he was still shoving his big rod in that girlish body, and he was grinning at his wife as he did it!
"YIIIIIEE-E-E-E-E!! ! " May shrilled, gone insane, tearing at the remnants of her clothes, snapping her hips back at the good, hard, faithful thing shoving deep in her tight, slick hole. Her pendant tits were shaking like water-filled balloons as she gave the hot meat in her twat the going-over of its life. That little girl Alex was fucking didn't know a thing about it, but May did, and she showed them all, screaming with the pleasure it was giving her.
May was a real woman, but the girl Alex was fucking was just a snake. Her hips looked no larger than her waist. She was pale, thin, and though her body was undulating all over and her legs were sensuously twining around Alex's, her fuck was a lifeless thing compared to May's.
"FUCK THAT HOLE, JUST FUCK SHIT OUT OF IT!" she harshly commanded, and saw stars with the new energy of his jabs. "STICK THAT HOT THING UP MY ASS! YOWH! EVEN TIGHTER! YES, FUCK ME IN THE ASS! ALEX! ALEX, HE'S FUCKING MY BUTT-HOLE AND I'M COMING ALL THE TIME, ALL THE TIME COM-M-M-M-M-MIN-N-N-G-G-G!! ! "
"COME TOGETHER!" Judy cried out, digging her heels into the deep green carpet, arching her body up with marvelous lithe vigor.
"ALL CREAM AT ONCE!! ! " John cried back, and sucked his wedge out of May's fuck-softened ass-hole and jammed the full length of it back in her hungering cunt.
"TOGETHER! TOGETHER!! ! " Alex shouted, and slammed his big, flogging dong into that slender, female body with huge strokes that May could feel from six feet away.
"YES, TOGETHER!! ! ALL COME TO-GETHER-R-R-R-R!! ! " May screamed, and her hard nipples dug deep into the carpet as she lifted her rosy wet ass to feel all she could of the wonderful big pole sliding in and out of her, the big, slimy, wet balls slapping up against her throbbing, thrumming clit.
She could feel it all. May could feel every drop of Alex's hot jism as it was squirted up into Judy's beautifully arching body by his marvelously contracting balls. She could feel the hot orgasmic surges ripping through Judy's pale slim body, making her nipples and her clit and her cunt and her brain explode with delight. She could feel the thickening throbbing and pulsing of John's fantastic fuckstick in her lovehole as it spurted and shot its big load of rich goodness in her. And she could feel her orgasms ripping through every hair on her head, every one of her toenails and fingernails, killing her, wonderfully bringing her to life.
"FUCK ME FOREVER! FUCK, SUCK, COCK, CUNT!! ! COM-M-M-M-ME!! ! ALL OF YOU, COME WITH ME-E-E-E-E!! ! ! ! " May wailed, twisting and turning her twat on the wedge in her as the wedge slowed to a halt, slumping happily forward under the last of its deep-driving stabs.
"Nice, eh?" said Alex's smooth voice.
"Mmmmmm." May replied, squirming happily on the thick fuck.
"Take a little nap, or have another drink with us?"
"Nap. Need a nap."
"Sure you do. Judy, get us three drinks. I'm going to lie here for a while till my baby goes fast asleep. She wants something to suck on while she drops off. Here it is, May. Lift your pretty head. Nice candy stick for you. Nice fuckstick, all sweet and good with Judy's cunt gravy. Nice? Taste good?"
"Mmmmm. Delicious. Mmmmm," May murmured, and dozed off with a smile at the edges of her well-filled mouth.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Alex, I absolutely refuse to go to this ... this orgy with you," said May, seated primly on her dressing table bench, robe wrapped firmly about her.
"It's not an orgy, it's just a little get-together with friends of mutual interests. A little amateur theater, if you will," said he, as he continued to dress. He knew his ability to make her accompany him in the end.
"Yes, and from what you've said it's to be a sex theater, a sex circus you called it. And I'm simply not going. Last week with the Grays was enough. It was more than enough to last me the rest of my life!"
He smirked at her and said, "Oh? You didn't dig two cocks for your glory hole?"
"Stop that kind of talk! I won't have it any more!"
"You didn't dig Judy sucking your slit, and John shoving his fuckstick up your lily-white butt? Eh?"
"Alex, I still refuse to discuss any part of that! And I absolutely refuse to attend any sort of a gathering when the Grays will be there." She shivered again, and drew the robe more firmly about her unreasonably warm flesh. She sipped the last of the martini he'd brought her, welcoming the artificial calm that it gave to her.
"Aw, don't be such a baby," he said.
"Alex, don't you realize you could get in trouble getting mixed up with orgies? That's moral turpitude, isn't it? And judges can lose their seats on the bench for that. Especially juvenile court judges."
"Christ, don't you think I know that? Do you think I'd risk my job by getting involved in something illegal? Don't be such a dope. What the hell can happen with a dozen people there? Come on, baby. Get into that new dress I got you and let's go."
"It's indecent," she said nervously fingering the shimmering orange cloth draped over the bench at her side.
"Shut up with that kind of talk, will you?" he snapped,. "It might have been indecent when Jean Harlow wore dresses like that forty years ago, but this is the seventies! Airline stews wear sexier dresses than that one, and they don't have skirts that come down to their frigging ankles."
"And that are slit up to their frigging pussies!" she snapped back, and was immediately sorry for using even that bit of vulgarity, the first she'd uttered since that nightmarish orgy at the Gray's, a week before.
Alex strode quickly over to her, bunched the collars of her robe in his fist, and drew her gasping to her feet. "You put that dress on and come with me. You have a good time at that fucking party or, so help me, I'll break your goddammed neck and throw you out in the street to boot! And no tears, dammit!! ! Smile. Have a good time. That's better. Now get dressed while I knock together one more martini for us."
Biting back her tears, May took off her robe and put on the dress-and nothing else. There was no room for anything else! The bodice was held up by two spaghetti-thin shoulder straps, and by her trembling tits. There was no back to the thing. It swooped down so low that she could see the top of her rear end's cleavage over her shoulder in the mirror. The bodice plunged, too, leaving no room at all for a brassiere. The cleavage here was wide, showing off the inner swells of the wearer's tits-whether the wearer wanted those shown off or not. The satiny orange material was the clinging type, but still the vee neck gave an observer a clear view of her fearfully stiff nipple if she was careless in bending forward. But who needed to look through the vee? The material was so thin, and May's nipples were so erectile in her dread of the night before her that they were very clearly outlined through the shimmering orange.
The waist of the simple yet daring dress was larger than May's waist, and yet it was sexier than if it had been tight. In glossy folds and wrinkles, it stuck to her flesh whichever way she turned, like a lover's fondly tickling fingers. Across the hips, the orange satin was drawn tight. It shifted here too with her every movement before the mirror, squirming silkily over her blushing buttocks, stealing softly over her cringing cuntal mound.
If her pubic hair had been any darker, it could be seen through the nearly transparent orange. As it was, an observer at floor level could certainly see her cunt, for the slit in the floor-length skirt ended just four inches below her crotch.
She wouldn't be able to sit down all evening, or her blonde muff would be put on display for these 'friends' of her husband. She'd have to keep tugging the satin down over her hips, for the dress had an almost humanly wicked tendency to creep up over her wide-swept hip-line and put on a show of its own.
Bending over to don the orange high heels Alex had bought for her, one of May's tits slipped right out of its flimsy confines. Putting on the other slipper, the dress rode up her thighs until she could look down and see her trembling pink slit in its scanty covering of blonde wisps.
There was no way in the world she could wear that dress as it was, and by the time Alex returned with fresh martinis, May was wearing prim white panties under it.
He shook his head. "That panty line looks just lousy. Take them off, honey."
She shook her head. "No. I wear these panties or I don't leave this house. Alex, by being careful I can get by without a bra, but I'm not going to meet a bunch of strangers without any panties on. I'd feel naked! I still do, almost."
"And naked you feel pretty damned good," he said, sliding his hand over the voluptuous underswell of her bottom, changing the shivers in her body from cold to hot. "Okay, wear the panties," he said, fondling and clutching her butts with his knowing fingers, threatening to melt her inside. "If they show some stag films-and they just might-you'll need panties to keep the cuntcream from running down your pretty legs."
She had to lean against him as wobbles took over her knees. "Alex, I don't know what I'd do if they showed dirty movies."
"Not dirty-sexy," he said. "And they probably won't show them. If they do, most people will be looking at your legs instead. That dress really shows 'em off. I like that long slit up the front. Makes a guy want to get down there and stick his nose up between your legs and sniff around a little. Know what I mean?"
"Alex, don't," she pleaded softly. "Please don't."
"Makes a guy think about sliding his tongue all around down there from your hot little love bump to your cute ass-hole. Take off those stupid panties, and I'll do that for you right now."
"'No, Alex," she begged, even as his fingers were bunching up the satin covering her tummy. "We've got to leave. I can't get there all ... hot and bothered."
"That's the way I'll be getting there," he said and rubbed his cloth-covered cock against her cushiony flank. "Honey, I can really smell your twat. It makes my fucking mouth water, makes my fucking tongue get hard. Want me to suck your slit, babe?"
"Yes! Alex, yes-s-s-s-s," she hissed, pushing back at his hardness with her softness. "Let the party be damned. Let's go to bed ... fuck ... suck all weekend. Let's!"
"Babe, we've got to go to the party," he said, pulling at her nipple and pushing at her swelling clit. "Big business friends there. Can't disappoint them. And unless you want them all to be sniffing up under your pretty new dress, you'd better put some perfume on to cover up the hot scent of your pussy, May. Stand right there, dear. I'll do it for you."
May was swaying like a palm tree in a breeze while her devoted husband waited on her. She'd resolved to watch her drinks that night, so there'd be no chance of a repeat of last weekend's disgraceful orgy. But now she sipped the chilled gin and vermouth, seeking the strength to hang onto her calm while Alex dabbed perfume around her tickling blonde hair. He had her raise her arms to put more in her armpits, and she stifled a moan when he touched his warm lips there. He put more on his broad fingers and smoothed it onto her breasts, inside the skimpy dress, and she couldn't suppress a moan of hungry desire at that.
He got down on his knees, had her hike up her skirt, and smoothed more of the intoxicatingly musky perfume around the bulge of her crotch band, and only the last of the martini kept her from ripping off the white panties and jamming her brimful cunt lips against his warm mouth.
"Alex, let's stay hom-m-m-me," she moaned, as he fingered aside that crotch band and slipped his tongue through her hair, like a sensuous snake seeking nectar-and finding it.
"Want this in your hot little slit?" he murmured against her flesh, panties pulled tight, tongue tipping her sopping lips.
"Yes! OH, YES!"
"Want me to suck on this," he said, and thumbed her clit through her panties, "till you can't hold your water?"
"ALEX, PLEASE, DO IT! LICK ME! NOW!! ! "
He snapped her panties back into place, and she could feel the impact in her spine. He laughed and got to his feet and told her, "Be a good girl at the party. Have a ball there, and I guarantee you all the sex you can handle before you fall asleep in this bed again. Come on. We're late."
Everything looked slightly hazy to May as Alex drove. Her bottom felt engorged with the blood of passion, her pussylips throbbed almost painfully inside the tight panties, and she gazed slack-jawed at the passing lights, the passing scenery. She could hardly concentrate on Alex's cheerful conversation. Her wet crotch band was binding her, reminding her of the hot tongue that she longed for here. Under her light summer coat, within the tickling orange satin, her nipples remained as hard as Alex's fingers had made them. It would be a long night, an endless night, until she could have him in bed, naked. She wanted him sliding his beautiful fuckstick into her yearning candybox. Licking her twatlips and sucking her joy bump with lascivious abandon. It would be hours and hours before she could clasp his hot rod between her quaking tits and give them both a deep massage. She wanted to lick his cockhead all over, like a succulent hot popsickle. She wanted his fingers sliding in her yawning ass-hole, melting the passage for his mammoth prick. She wanted his cock deep in her throat, her nose nestled against his goaty big balls, while he burrowed his nose in her shitter and stabbed his thickly tapered tongue up her fuck-hole.
"You want to come in and have a drink with the Grays or wait here in the car, May?"
"Huh? What did you say? The Grays?" she said, waking up, and recognizing that infamous house. "We're taking them with us?! ? "
"What's wrong with a little car ride? You want that drink or not?"
"No! And I want them to leave me alone. Both of them!"
He laughed and said, "Get in the back seat like the old married lady you are. Judy'll ride with you and John won't be able to reach you from up here, if you're worried. And if my sister gets fresh with you, just slug her."
"Y-Your sister? Her? Judy?"
He was half out of the car. He stopped and looked at her quizzically. "Didn't I mention Judy was my sister?"
"No. Of course you didn't!" she said, blushing scarlet, remembering all too vividly how her husband had fucked that girl, the same one he now claimed was his sister. "Alex, is this some kind of a bad joke? She can't be your sister. You couldn't have ... I just won't believe that. Why didn't you tell me before?"
He grinned. "You didn't ask me. But if you don't believe me, ask Judy. She's honest. She'll tell you she's my little sister, and she'll tell you I popped her cherry when she was twelve and I was thirty. It's called incest," he stated, and left her, completely stunned.
May sat there for several horrendous moments, and when Alex had disappeared into the Gray's house, she quickly slid behind the wheel of the car. If what he'd said was true, she wanted nothing more to do with him. If it was another of his irresponsible jokes, it would serve him right if she drove home and left him with his licentious friends.
But the keys were gone. He'd taken them with him, abandoning her even as she'd planned to abandon him. What a bastard he could be! How could she love him as she did! She quickly got out and climbed into the commodious back seat of the car. She sat there fuming in the darkness, vowing revenge, all thought of having a wild one-to-one orgy with him that night forgotten. She was so caught up with her vengeful glowerings that the sudden opening of the door startled her badly.
"Hi, sister!" Judy chirped, climbing in, spilling liquor from her stemmed glass as she entered. Judy was taken aback to see her dressed in the frilly gingham pinafore of a little girl of ten, short skirt, Buster Brown shoes, pig-tailed wig on her head and freckles painted on her cheeks. She was only taken aback for a moment, though, for now the other rear door swung open and John jumped in to settle hard against her other side.
"Hi, May. How's the candy stick kid?" he said with a laugh, and a warm slap high on her thigh.
"Alex!" May indignantly said as her husband got behind the wheel. "Let me up there with you!"
"Give the lady a drink. Shut her up," Alex said, and fired up the car, whistling a merry tune.
One after the other, two drinks were held to May's lips. She had to swallow some of the chilled liquor lest it all run down and icily scald her flimsily covered tits. And they were flimsily covered again, for right away the man and wife at her sides were pulling aside her coat, laughing and urging her to have a good time with them, all together again after a week of dull work.
The Martinis soon disappeared, half down May's throat, half on her bodice and in her lap. They were like a pair of demons, these two at her sides. They were absolutely irrepressible in their mirth, giggling and tickling her unmercifully until she was forced to giggle along with them. They were chasing her all around the back seat, while Alex laughed his encouragement to them and calmly drove them on toward some fate that might be even more humiliating for May.
"Stop that! Let me alone!" May cried, and then dissolved in another gale of giggling as John dug his fingers into her ribs and Judy succeeded in getting her long skirt up over her wriggling hips.
"You're right, Alex," Judy gaily cried. "These panties have got to go. Z-z-z-z-zip!" she said, and stripped them right down May's helplessly kicking legs.
John was tickling her armpits with his fingers, tickling her throat with his lips, and now Judy joined him in tickling May's naked loins with her fingers. "Kitchy-koo?" said the young woman dressed up like a little girl, but already the ticklings were provoking more than mere giggles from the struggling blonde in the back seat of the speeding car.
"Oh, do-o-o-on't. Ple-e-e-e-ase," she moaned, completely out of breath from the induced laughter, feebly shifting her naked ass on the leather to escape those delicate fingers brushing up and down her fat wet cunt lips.
"Is she wet, Judy?" John eagerly asked with his lips at May's ear.
"Sopped. Just like I am," said his wife thumbing May's distended clit with one hand, lifting her little gingham skirt with the other.
Judy had little girl's cotton panties on with a red-embroidered slit that ran right down through their crotch band. May could see them clearly in the flashing lights of the passing streetlamps. She could see those little cotton panties, could see Judy's fingers working through the slit and into her wet slit-and she could feel Judy's fingers delving for more slick wetness in her tight fuck-hole and puffed twat-lips.
"You going to lick me tonight, like I licked you?" Judy asked, eyes glistening with hot lust, fingers more pleading than her words.
"No-o-o-o," May moaned. She was unable to stop the soft rotations of her bare ass on the leather. She couldn't stop pushing her hairy twat against Judy's fingers, or her quaking tits against John's cupped hands. She couldn't tear her gaze away from Judy's sweet little box, either, but she could moan, "No-o-o-o. Nooooo, I'm not a Lesbian."
"And neither am I," Judy murmured in the darkness, her lips very close to May's open mouth. "I'm bi-sexual, just like you will be soon, you pretty thing. But tonight I'm just an innocent little schoolgirl, and it's you who's the big bad lezzie. You're out to seduce me, sister dear. You're out to get your big, hot tongue in my little ol' schoolbox, you nasty sexy dyke, and believe me, you won't get any satisfaction for yourself till you've played your part-all the way."
The impishly grinning vixen stabbed two fingers deep in her own vagina for emphasis. She smeared the juices from her cunt over May's twisted lips, and Alex announced they'd arrived at the party.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was in an old English style house in the heart of the city. May was aware of that, and she was aware that the other guests at the gathering were warm in their welcome to her, but she wasn't fully aware of what was going on. She was completely drunk. Oh, she wasn't staggering around with a skinful of alcohol, but she was completely drunk. Half of it was from the drinks she'd consumed-and now she had another in her hand-and half was a sexual intoxication which any amount of black coffee would not help.
She'd been hot before, plenty of times. Alex had had her moaning and begging for sex and she'd been so hot at the Grays that she'd gone wild with her passion. But this was different. She was every bit as sexually aroused and needful, but now she was in the company of total strangers, at least a dozen of them, and it was a constant battle to keep her intoxicated lust under control.
She knew John, of course, and his wife Judy, still dressed up like a little girl, and hanging around the fringes of the quiet revelers that Alex was introducing her to. She couldn't get over how nice these strangers were being to her, how they could ignore her drink-stained dress and her passion-lidded eyes while they warmed her hand with theirs or kissed her cheek in greeting. And some didn't just kiss her cheek. Men and women alike touched their lips to hers as she was introduced to them. Some of them slipped her a taste of their tongues, and not a one of them needed an explanation for her tousled, sleepy appearance.
They all thought she was beautiful-all except Judy, looking at her from the sidelines through reproachful eyes, still wanting May to get down and put her mouth on her hot little cunt. May didn't need that. On every side of her were beautiful people who wanted her body, and the man at her side had proven himself willing to share her with anyone.
She smiled up at him, swaying against his side. "Having a good time?" he asked.
"Nice people. Glad I came. But they all look at me so sexy."
"Yes. You are sexy. Dirty movies in the next room. Shall we see them? They'll run continuously. We could take that little girl in the red gingham pinafore and open her eyes for her."
May squinted and said, "That's Judy. Your sister."
He hugged her tit and said, "You could teach her about sucking cunts, May. Stick your big old Lesbian cunt on her pretty mouth and have her eat it. Slip your candy stick up her fuck hole and make it nice and wet for me."
"I'm not a Lesbian," she said, frowning up at him.
He laughed and said, "Let's go see the film they're running, dear."
It was wildly sexy, a whole melange of bodies and mouths, joining together in a thousand ways. It made May squirm and writhe against the bodies on each side of her, it made her fuck-hole itch like mad, but it didn't make her any hotter than she already was. The film was just flat, cold images-she knew that despite her state of hot inebriation-and the real thing was all around her.
"Can't we go someplace and fuck, honey?" she asked Alex. "Go someplace where you can stick that hot tongue of yours all over between my legs? Hmm?"
"There'll be time for that later, darling, if you're good. Now we've got people to meet, new friends to talk to."
She followed him back toward the big lighted room without protest, though hands brushing her loins and butts and tits were all silently inviting her to stay, to get the satisfaction she had to have soon. Just into the room, Alex stopped to talk to a tall, distinguished-looking man whom May vaguely recognized as a corporate attorney of high standing in the community. like all the others she'd met, he smiled in frank admiration as he looked down into her gaping bodice.
"Lovely dress, May," he said, and ran his fingers up and down the hem of her bodice, brushing her pulsing tits with deliberate care.
"Alex bought it for me," she purred, clinging to her husband's sleeve, but artfully arching her lush curves toward this man who so obviously appreciated her beauty, her sophistication, her allure. She knew, somehow, that he'd be the one to give her her next climax.
"It's satin," she said, and watched his elegantly manicured fingers as they trailed down over her tit to her waist, traced the swelling curve of her hip, and dallied thrilling back and forth across the nicely bunched material at her tummy.
"Alex has good taste," said the handsome stranger. "It's almost slit to the right place," he said, and described the top of that slit with his fingers.
"Yes. Yes-s-s-s-s," May murmured, looking down at his fingers moving inside the orange slit, toward the wet, pink one that was waiting for his touch, for any touch at all! "Yes-s-s..."
"Ah, no panties," he said, and May's hot rising lust kept her knees from buckling as his fingertip touched her cream-covered clit.
"Nothing but me under this dress," she husked, and pushed forward against the hard finger, sighed and closed her eyes to feel all she could of those first sweet pre-orgasmic tingles.
"Oh, please don't stop," she said as he withdrew his hand. She barely managed to keep the whining tone out of her voice, but the fingers she needed were gone.
May opened her dulled eyes and saw him licking his fingers, sniffing them. One of his eyebrows went up, and he said, "Well, Lesbian's pussy smells no different from any other woman's."
She tried to tell him she wasn't a Lesbian at all, but he just laughed and said, "Tell that to the little girl in the red gingham. If you can convince her, you can convince me. Later, Alex, May."
May glared at the pigtailed girl and the girl stuck out her tongue at her. "What she needs is a good spanking," said May.
"Or a good tongue-lashing. There's John at the bar with Millie Grant. Let's go over and say hello."
The couple was obviously in no mood to talk to them. Millie was one of those Nordic beauties with a long, mournfully lovely face, and golden tresses that fell down to her waist. Her tits were so big they hung almost to her waist.
May could see them quite clearly, for all she had on was a pair of black velvet hot pants. Big bulbous tits that hung like a cow's udder, but terrifically sexy. John couldn't keep his hands off them while they sat on barstools and swapped tongues. May knew it would be impossible to break in on them for conversation, but still she went on, drawn by the erotic tableau at the bar. To her great surprise, Millie turned with a bright smile of greeting and kissed her warmly on the lips.
"I've been dying to meet you, May. I've heard so much about you and your way with women. If you're ever in the mood for a big-busted blonde, call on me. I don't go for public sex like you do, but I've got a comfortable little apartment where you could give me some lessons in sixty-nine."
"Oh, yes. P-Public sex," said May, utterly confused again, as her hand was warmly clasped to the beautiful Millie's heavy breast.
"Of course you like them younger, too, like that little chickie who's been eyeing you all night," said Millie. And May was constrained to smile in the direction of the little imp with the long black pigtails and the sorrowfully yearning smile. "From all I've heard about you, May darling, I'd expect you to be cunt-fucking that one here at the bar by this time. What is it? Do the presence of these handsome men bother you that much."
"Er ... yes," said May, for it was the easiest thing to answer.
Millie kissed her on the lips, gave her a taste of a girl's sweet tongue. She murmured in May's ear, "I'll take these hairy old men off with me. Leave you to put on a little show for us here at the bar with that sexy little brat. I envy you, May. Her name's Judy. She's been looking at my tits all evening, but her eyes turn to chocolate syrup whenever she looks at you. Have a ball with her. An experienced Lesbian like you can get little virgin Judy to do anything at all you want...."
May was left alone. There were people all around her, buzzing away with their sexy little conversations in the smoke-filled room, but she stood alone from all of them. She was very much aware of little Judy's presence. May was feeling the girl's hot eyes on her sveltely-clad figure, but she wasn't looking back at the girl.
She didn't have to. Every line of her little body, every hair of her head, every ruffle of her little dress was imprinted in her mind's eye. Not even looking at Judy, May had X-ray vision and retention. She could see through her little red apron and skirt to the cotton panties she had on, pure white except for the conveniently placed pee-hole, lined with beckoning red yarn. She could see through the panties to her loins, entirely girlish, but already sprouted with a sparse covering of jet black hair. May could see through Judy's dress to her little titties, mere nipples thrusting out from her thin chest, but May didn't care about little girl's titties. If she wanted tit, she'd call Millie, the Swedish bombshell. And if she wanted cunt she'd summon little Judy, the girl with the fear in her eyes.
May summoned Judy.
She did it without a word, without a look. She did it by sliding her satiny ass up on the barstool and parting her legs. She called silently and demandingly to the innocent girl by appealing to her sex curiosity with a shadowy glimpse of a notorious Lesbian's hairy big cunt.
And the girl came to her call.
May could feel her coming. And she could see the eyes of the other adult guests following the hesitant footsteps of the faltering innocent child. She could tell when the girl's hesitance grew too great, and all she had to do then was to open her lovely long legs a bit farther and there was little Judy at her side with a fearfully shy smile on her freckled face.
"C-Could I get a Coke here? My mouth's so dry."
"Darling, you can get just about anything you want here," said the smiling May, and took the girl's trembling hand. Was it really a twelve-year-old, or was it Judy Gray? Was this her husband's sister, and how had these people gotten May to enter into their sex games? Did it matter? Did anything matter beyond the deep-seated hunger worming everywhere through her body, from her pulsing pussy to her insinuating smile?
"All I want is a Coke," said the girl as, up close, the fear in her eyes was positively thrilling to May in her new role.
"You want more than that, Judy," May said, and brought the girl's hand between her legs, pressed its tensed knuckles against the damp warm hair of her exposed twat.
Judy looked down, gasping and blinking at her hard little fist, caught in the soft prison of May's strong hand and hot crotch. She tried weakly to pull away, murmuring, "No, don't do that! That's not nice!"
"Feels very nice to me. Feels lots nicer than when I'm touching myself down there." The quaking knuckles felt almost as good as a mouth. May wanted to throw the girl down and rape her, but she kept up her facade of warm calmness. "Do you play with yourself much, Judy?"
"Please! I've got to go! People will see!" she said, close to panic, wriggling her hand against May's hot cunt in a delightful fashion.
"Nonsense. We're all friends here. No one minds a little show of affection between us here. They're not even looking our way."
They were, of course, watching every movement at the bar. Watching sidelong. But the gir! was so shaken she couldn't see that, nor the lusty interest glowing in the other's eyes.
"Please, Miss," Judy said, play-acting her part. "I'd better go. Please let me go. All I came over here for was a Coke, and...."
"Don't you fib to me," said May, and took the girl by the chin to stare hard into her widened eyes. "You've been staring at me all evening, eating me up with your hot little eyes. Now that you've finally gotten the gumption to come over to me, it won't be so easy to get away."
"No! Please!" she begged, the writhing back of her hand all wet with May's slippery juices, her flaring nostrils filled with May's mature scent of perfume and cunt.
May quelled the raging lust in her loins and laughed. She chuckled disdainfully, and she shrugged one thin orange strap off her shoulder. She peeled down the bodice of her gown, baring a thrusting, red-nippled tit, hefted its globular weight in her hand, milked its point to greater firmness, completely captivated the girl's wide eyes. "Is that what you've been staring at, dear. Is this why you're here with me?"
"N-No. No-o-o-o-o," she said, and chewed her pale lips in her hunger.
"Keep up that fibbing, and you're in trouble. But now that you've seen my tit, do you think it's beautiful, lovely, sexy?"
"Oh, yes-s-s. Oh gee, yes!" she said, and her hand, down between May's woftly moving thighs, was clutching softly, thrilling the older woman to the core. "C-Could I? Just once?"
"All you want, luv," May purred, and lifted the girl's hand to her lips, kissed it and smelled her own wet heat, and pressed it warmly and thrillingly to her waiting tit. "Smooth, soft, sexy," she murmured.
"Beautiful ... and so big," the girl said, in a woman's low register. "Oh!" said May, and almost wet herself at the delight shooting through her when the girl unexpectedly tweaked her nipple.
"Did I hurt you?"
May smiled and said, "Terribly. Best kiss it and make it well. Go on. Don't think about it, just do it!"
"Oh, no!" Judy moaned, glanced quickly at the distant people, bent fast and placed her girlish lips hard against May's reaching nipple. It was only the briefest of pecks, but May felt it right down to her tonguehole. She had the girl going with her tactics, and if she kept up her commanding performance and cajolery, she'd have herself a sweet little virgin cunt to add to her collection. She wanted that cunt badly, as badly as she wanted to give this impressionable girl a taste for the cunt of a Lesbian.
"I like your lips on me," May murmured, as the red-faced girl straightened up, swaying. "And you'll like mine. Kiss me, Judy, kiss me."
"No, I've got to GO! I...."
"Nonsense," said May, and drew her into a mouth-to-mouth kiss.
The girl's eyes were wide, and her lips were tense. May worked those lips over, sensuously massaging them with her own, and gradually she saw the girl's lids droop, felt her lips soften. May tickled her tongue-tip across the girl's lips, then wormed it inside.
The girl moaned softly through the kiss, and her little body grew more supple under the moving embrace of May's knowing hands. She pulled Judy's narrow hips against her, up between her opened legs, and ground her bulging twat against the girl's softly padded pelvis. The kiss deepened and the girl melted, timidly began to move her tongue with May's. Though there was still an expression of distraught fear on her face, this was melting too.
May felt the curve of her hard little buttock, still trembling with fear, starting to tremble with untried desire. She squeezed the fragile waist till she had Judy writhing, and she further softened those lips on hers by very gently closing her fingers on Judy's tight little titty. She was doing fine, she was almost home free-until she slid her hand down over the shallow groove of the girl's groin and felt the silky young flesh where her leg was clasped by her panties.
Judy twisted away, tears shining in her eyes. "No, I've got to go! I can't let you do this. I feel so funny!"
"Where've you got to go?" said May, smiling in spite of her overwhelming lust for this neophyte sinner.
"My parents! Th-They're waiting for me. Oh, please, Miss! I feel so funny, so all over funny!"
"I'm tired of your fibs and I'm tired of your nonsense," May snapped, her careful patience at an end. "Your parents aren't waiting for you any more than mine are, and you're going to get yours for lying to me, and for teasing me all night. Up with that skirt. You're going to get a paddling!"
"In front of all these people?" Judy said, aghast.
In reply, May spun the girl around, fucked up her skirt and apron, and jammed the fabric in the girl's hands. Judy still looked at her with shocked disbelief as May got up and jerked her little cotton panties down to her knees, baring her white little apple buttocks, tensed and trembling visibly.
May bent the lithe girl at the waist and WHACKED her as hard as she could with her palm on her upturned buttocks. Judy screamed and May's reply to this was several more hard SWATS of her open hand on the quickly reddening ass-cheeks.
The crowd was buzzing, tittering, as May unmercifully spanked the woman-child's bare bottom. Her exposed tit swung heavily with the blows of her flying hand, her hair fell down over her eyes, and when her palm was stinging sore, she roughly pushed the girl over a bar-stool with her well-spanked ass in clear view of the assembled guests.
"Did that hurt?" she demanded.
"Yes!" the blubbering girl replied.
May spread the glowing sore ass-cheeks with her hand and exposed the little slit, covered with a thin veil of black, just as she'd pictured it. The lips of her little slit were wonderfully wet to the touch, and it was wonderful to see the girl's trim hips writhe so when May wormed her finger deep inside the virgin sex-hole she'd exposed.
"Does that feel good?" she harshly asked. "Don't lie again!"
"Yes! Oh, yes. It feels wonderful!" said little Judy, hanging onto the barstool with both hands, gyrating her rosy ass under the deep probing of May's middle finger.
"Do you want it to feel better, girl?"
"Yes! I want to feel ... like you feel! I WANT TO BE LIKE YOU, MISS!"
"Mmmmmm," said May, licking her swollen lips, and winking at the crowd as she finger-fucked the constantly moaning girl. She hitched up her dress and bent at the waist, spreading the apple ass-cheeks wide. She ran her hard, wet tongue down from the base of the girl's spine over her ass-hole and over her sexhole, past her pee-hole to her clit.
It was amazingly big for a girl of this age, and May dwelt there with her hot tongue, stabbing and swirling, before coming back to violate the little tongue hole with a deeply stabbing kiss.
The girl was going wild, rocking the stool precariously, whining and gasping and crying out her love for May. She was all May's now, but May stayed on where she was, lapping and swishing her tongue through the prim trough of the girl's flesh, slurping up the virginal juices as fast as they ran out of her tongue hole.
Amid the buzzing approval of her admiring fans, May kept it up till shudder after shudder of orgasmic delight was ripping through the girl's screaming body, and then she rose and jerked the girl up from the barstool, whirled her around and sat her down on it again.
Her pigtails were gone. It wasn't a girl at all, it was Judy Gray. But that didn't matter a damn to May by now. She'd primed herself far too well to be choosy about whom she got her satisfaction from.
"May, May, that was wonderful," Judy moaned, half swooning. "The spanking, the fingerfucking, your tongue-washing, all of it. Just let me get my breath and I'll...."
"Shut up!" May snarled, and slapped her across the face.
She fucked up the skirts of both of them, slammed the startled girl hard down on the barstool, and jammed their gushing twats together. Right away she started coming, and Judy's hot orgasms were renewed.
"Cunt-fucking," Judy moaned. "I love it. Look, May. Just look!"
"Yeah," May muttered through a blaze of wild delight. "Black hair and blonde. Straight and curly. All mashed together. Two pink splits. Lips all wet and frenching. Two clits ... big ones! ... fucking like mad! RRRRGH! R-R-R-R-R-R-RGGGGH!! ! "
"COME WITH ME!" Judy screamed. "SHOVE YOUR CUNT RIGHT UP INSIDE MINE AND COME WITH ME!"
"COMING HARD! COMING GOOD!! ! "
"NEVER STOP, MAY! NEVER STOP!"
"FUCK! COME! NEVER STOP!" May gritted, as she ground her big, bulging twat hard between the legs of the slender girl on the barstool before her.
"YOU'RE WONDERFUL!" Judy squalled, fucking harder, squelching their leaking holes together as the cunt juice drooled down their legs by the spoonful. "WONDERFUL, MAY!! "
"YOU'VE GOT A CUNT LIKE A RED ... HOT ... FURNACE!" May had to grunt the words out through the heavy stream of her orgasms. "BITCH. LITTLE ... TEASING ... BITCH!! ! "
"BIG BAD FUCKING LESBIAN-N-N-N!! ! "
"Get down there and eat it, girl!" May snarled, and grabbed the girl by her short black hair. "GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND LICK OUT MY TONGUE HOLE!! ! " she harshly commanded.
Judy went to her knees in front of May. Her body was quivering frantically from the force of her orgasms. The orgasms shooting through Judy's body added to her passionate licking and kissing as she burrowed her pretty face between May's gorgeous legs.
May held her hand on the back of Judy's head, guiding the girl's mouth where ever she wanted it to go in the gigantic big cunt that her crotch had become. Thrill after wild thrill of sexual satisfaction shot through her body.
She loved Judy's lips pressing against the soft, fleshy mounds of her vaginal lips, the hot tongue darting in her slit.
She stared around the room, at the faces that ringed them in, and she thought, Oh, my God, what am I doing? What am I becoming?
She didn't have to say it out loud. She could answer the question herself. The wild darting of Judy's tongue into her hot hole was answer enough. She was becoming a Lesbian. A cunt fucker. She didn't want it to happen, yet it was. Her husband was turning her into a perverted sex fiend and making her love it.
The faces around her, watching her shame, didn't mean a thing. All she wanted was the hard slippery jab of Judy's tongue in her twat. Her mouth watered, too, as she thought of stabbing her own tongue in the girl's delectable twat. Cunt lapping ... she shivered at the thought of being that vile. And she shuddered at the joy of feeling Judy's tongue in her own cunt. She could feel her juice leaking out of her slot.
"That's enough," May thought she heard her husband say.
A wave of relief flooded over her. Alex was relenting. He wasn't going to make her continue this way. He wasn't going to force her to do any more. May gripped Judy's hair tightly and pulled the girl's face against her crotch.
Alex will make her stop, May thought. And, somehow, the realization made May very sad....
CHAPTER SIX
May was dazed by the sexual frenzy that gripped her, but she did recognize her husband when he came into the light. Even with his naked chest only partially covered by gray hair and the prominent thatch of gray hair around his erect cock, he looked like a judge. He looked so competent and ... masculine that May couldn't resist him.
She was relieved that she was going to be able to let him take care of things now. May tried to obliterate the feel of Judy's tongue twisting ceaselessly in her twat.
Alex came up to her and put his hot hands on her naked hips and slowly guided her body into a new position. May thought it strange. Why doesn't he make his sister stop licking my cunt? she wondered desperately. The "sexual feeling was overwhelming.
May was even more confused when her husband forced her to bend over.
It wasn't necessary for her to imagine what was causing the wonderful feeling in her slit anymore. She could see for herself the eager, saliva-shined red flash of Judy's tongue. She could look past the pink tips of her own hanging-breasts at the squirming, hungry flesh of her cunt as it tried to fuck down on Judy's tongue. The sight sent warm flashes through her.
Alex kept his hand on her back, holding her down as he moved around behind her. He was still naked and May had a clear view of his red-tipped, hobbling penis shaft.
"Now we're really going to fuck, baby," Alex said. He pressed his hot hips against May's buttocks. His hands slid around her body and cupped her soft, hanging breasts.
May was horrified as she realized what her husband was doing. His penis was nudging her slit. The huge, bullet-shaped tip opened her cunt. May wriggled her body at the sudden pressure inside her sex slit. It felt good. In fact, it felt fantastic. Not because this was the first time that her husband had fucked her in this position. It was fantastic because at the same time that Alex was trying to shove his dick inside her cunt, his sister Judy was licking like mad at May's swollen cunt lips. "No," May moaned. "Please don't do that..."
"Yes," Alex said. "Yes. I'm going to give it to you, baby."
May trembled as she felt his prick sliding into her quivering slit. It felt so huge that she imagined she was being split in half. And yet he had had it up there lots of times and she knew there was no problem. But those times she hadn't had his sister lapping frantically at their joined sexual organs. To May it was the height of wickedness. It was evil for Judy to be licking and sucking at her fat cunt lips while Alex's cock slid in and out of her juicy hole. She was so embarrassed she had to close her eyes, she had to pretend it wasn't happening.
May remained bent over, her husband's chest warm and scratchy against her naked back. Her legs were spread and she felt the way his cock bent up and pressed into her gaping cunt. She was all warm and gushy and loose inside. But his penis seemed so big it even forced her cunt open wider than normal and her cunt lips sucked vigorously at it.
The soft, silky slide of her husband's penis in and out of her crack warmed May up until she was practically steaming. The thrust into her slot was long and controlled. It rubbed beautifully between her sex lips and stretched the inside of her vagina.
"Ooooo," she groaned. It felt tremendous sliding in and out. She was ecstatic over the stretching and squeezing action of her hairy pussy around his stiff pole as he drove it into her. "Uh, uh, uh," she moaned as the plunging prick beat against her throbbing vagina. Alex was making her feel beautiful inside. She was in love with it, with Alex.
At the same time, the soft squish of Judy's tongue against her love slot excited May to an extent she would have previously thought impossible. The worst of it was that as her husband's cock ravaged her obscenely exposed pussy, May was equally excited by the firm, quick strokes of her husband's sister's tongue on her fiery crotch.
She had to admit, reluctantly, that she was as turned on by Judy's tongue as she was by her husband's dick. It seemed impossible. It was hard to believe that she would be affected by something so vile as that, but it was the truth. Just thinking about Judy's firm tongue-imagining the way it flashed in and out of the other girl's mouth-and how it was stroking Alex's cock almost made May come.
For the moment, that was all that possessed her. Gone were the faces watching the three of them out of the semi-darkness. All of her reality was in her crotch. Her whole being was centered in her tender, pink crotch and the soft petals of her pussy.
But as her excitement rose, her whole body was transformed into a conduit for sex. May's breasts responded to the eager twisting and pinching of Alex's fingers. Her clitoris expanded and she almost came when she experienced Judy's hot lips caressing it.
And then Judy's tongue was a hot, wet feel as it slid up past her crotch, past her fevered pussy. It was only then that May howled with suppressed feelings of excitement.
Judy's tongue had stroked up around Alex's warm cock in May's crack and touched ever so lightly her pulsating ass-hole. And then Alex was pounding back down and there was no room for Judy's face or her tongue between them. Alex was wild with sexual excitement. He pounded viciously against his wife's behind. His cock sawed in and out of her cunt faster and faster, harder and harder. His fingers pressed down on her already mauled titties.
Flashes of feeling lanced through the woman's body. May was on fire-sexual fire. She ground her hips back against Alex's pelvis. She was insane with the awful urgency to stuff something up her teased and battered cunt, something that would stretch and fill her to the rim. "More," she cried desperately. "Give me more cock. More, more, MORE."
Her last cry was one of wild exhilaration an feeling as her husband lunged against her and filled her cunt with a long, probing pecker that twitched at the end and filled her with strange, powerful sensations of pleasure. It was hurt, too. Twinges as if she'd stretched her pussy a little too far and she had to heal. But those were pleasure feelings as well.
As she impaled her spasming cunt on his super cock, May howled with relief.
She was getting it. She was getting what she wanted. Her cunt was being filled with his cock, relieving the terrible itch for being fucked that she'd had all along.
"Fill me full," she sobbed. Her body quaked and her cunt squeezed and loosened around his hot rod feeling even better than a hot, fucking, mouth. Alex couldn't resist. No man could have, and finally he was releasing his torrent of semen into her vagina in a hot liquid jet that deluged her inside. It was hot and exciting.
"Aaaagghh..." Her cry filled the small room as she came hard. Alex was pressed tight against her too, pumping his wet load into her sex pocket. His eyes were glazed.
May bucked back, but he was soft. His pecker bent in the middle and pulled out of her slot in a limp movement. It slapped against her leg. Semen splattered the inside of her thigh and clung there. And May wished it hadn't gone soft. She wanted it once more. God, how she wanted to be impaled on that hard rod of flesh for another time.
The excitement didn't stop. Judy's tongue was busy licking and her lips sucked at May's empty slot. It felt to May like she was being turned inside out. Her cunt lips were puffy with the new desire that Judy initiated with her Lesbian action, but she resisted.
Being sucked by a girl wasn't the same thing. May was sure of that. Even though her husband could do perverse things to her, May could accept them. But not the ministrations of his Lesbian sister. That was sinful ... beyond forgiveness ... Now that she'd come to her senses.
"D-d-d-d-don't," May stuttered in a pitiful attempt to stop the sexual attack.
"Stop what, baby?" Alex laughed at her and held her tight, his hands still playing with her full breasts which pointed straight at the floor from her bent over position.
"Don't let her ... let her ... suck my cunt like that!" May was breathless. She had to force the words out of her mouth. What Judy was doing was finally getting to her.
Judy had pursed her lips around May's pussy and sucked. She seemed to draw her brother's wife inside out by the act and her tongue just naturally slithered up her sex hole and tasted the fantastic mix of semen and cunt juice. Judy loved the taste. She rolled it on her tongue and coaxed it to fill her mouth. She had learned to like it by sucking Alex's girlfriend's off after Alex and fucked them-and now it was twice as flavorful sucking off Alex's super-straight wife. Despite her youthfulness, her lithe, almost boyish shape, Judy knew more about sex than any other woman she had ever met.
At the moment, Judy was using that knowledge. Her tongue and lips were busy. Her fingers spread May's cunt to give her better access to the older woman's twat. Her tongue stroked the long length of her slit and dawdled around May's sex slot and rubbed eagerly at her clitoris until the reaction was the expected outpouring of sweet cunt juice.
Although at first May had struggled and tried to get away, Judy had understood. It was a lot of sex for the other woman to adjust to. She even sympathized. But not too much. As avid as her tongue was burrowing into May's cunt, Judy was jealous that she wasn't getting much attention. At the moment, Judy would have welcomed any man who would have mounted her behind and plunged his cock into her ready and willing ass. She would have loved it, in fact. It was too bad, she told herself, that her stuck-up, no-nothing sister-in-law was getting all the fun. What Judy wanted was to show her how to really enjoy herself.
Just the thought was enough to make Judy's hot twat start twitching. Sex was Judy's bag.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When they got home, May was woozy. S She was sick. She couldn't talk and about she could remember was the absolute degradation she had undergone. And the most degrading part of all of it was the way she had enjoyed herself. She had and there was no denying it. Tongues and cocks and fingers stuffed into her cunt had turned her on with equal abandon. And the wickedness she had experienced, letting other people actually watch her fuck. Or letting Alex's Lesbian sister lick her cunt.
May shivered. She'd been evil and wicked, that was for sure-damn sure.
"How did you like the party, hon?" Alex looked at her and licked his lips.
They were in bed. May had taken a shower to clean herself, but she still felt dirty. She looked at her husband lying alongside of her and hated him-literally hated him. She had always wanted sexual contact with him. But not now. He had done it all-somehow. May knew it deep in her heart. It was just as if he had planned her horrible degradation.
"It was terrible," she mumbled with all the force she could muster.
"You're just saying that. What about next time? You won't be able to hold back..."
"What next time?" May spit. "Maybe you think you can drag me back into the dirt-fucking and sucking every cock or cunt I can get my lips on. Well, I'm not going to do it ever again. Fuck yourself if that's what it takes. Just leave me alone..."
May rolled over and presented her butt to her husband. Her action was final.
Alex didn't look at it that way, though. He slid behind her and chuckled. His hands went around her chest and fondled her breasts. Her nipples rose as diamond hard points between his squeezing fingertips. His hips slid against her buttocks and she felt the soft stirring of his penis. It was still soft when it pressed between her buttocks cheeks.
"Ooooo," May gasped. She couldn't believe the sensation that lanced through her. His pecker was still soft, but it touched her rectum and May felt gushy inside. He had actually turned her on with a single touch. She tried to ignore it, to pretend he was doing nothing as he dry fucked her, his soft cock rubbing up and down her asscrack while his fingers manipulated her breasts. She clenched her teeth and tried to say "no, no, no." But her silent answer was "yes, yes, yes," until her hips were swinging back and forth, encouraging the penetration between her ass-cheeks.
"Don't do that, Alex," she said as sharply as she could. She didn't want her husband to think he could get away with anything he wanted to do. Besides ... besides, and May admitted it to herself only very reluctantly, she was going to get a divorce. She had made up her mind and that was that. She needed a divorce. She couldn't help the loathing she had for herself. She could forgive Alex for the things he made her do-if only he'd change. And she was sure he was capable of changing for her sake ... But how could she ever forgive herself? She had enjoyed all those evil, perverse things that she had done at his insistence.
And now, May could barely face the truth. Her husband's soft cock was rubbing gently between her ass-cheeks and she was humping back against it. She was trying to get him to cram it up her throbbing rectum. She wanted him to fuck her ass!
A half sob and half groan escaped May's lips. She clenched her fists in frustration.
Alex moved his hips and the long, hard shape of his penis pressed convincingly against her rear. The bullet-shaped head pressed at the round opening of his wife's rectum and he smiled tightly at the sudden exhilarating contact. The smooth, slippery skin of her ass-hole felt a lot like her cunt and Alex loved the thought of shooting his load up her butt. He'd wanted to do it for a long time. But she was such a prude that he'd put it off.
He ran his hands over his wife's round buttocks, then pulled the covers down so he could see better. She moaned and went rigid, but Alex noticed she didn't try to move away. That was good, he knew. Before, she would have attempted to stop him from seeing her rear-particularly if he had his pecker stuck in it. She would have called it dirty.
Alex laughed to himself. He'd been careful when he married her not to let his wife see his other side. There had been something about her innocence that attracted him. And he realized that if he wanted her he was going to have to go slow and easy ... But now he felt he'd let enough time slip by and he wanted what was his: her hot young body all the way. His way.
Alex stroked her buttocks absently, noting the way the beautifully shaped cheeks appeared to relax as he made no further move. At least, no move with his hands. His cock hardened between her soft ass-cheeks and almost imperceptibly bored deeper into her.
"You like this, don't you, honey?" he asked her, whispering in her ear.
"No," she mumbled. "No. It's dirty and ... aaagggghhhhaaaa..."
May's voice rose and fell in sudden consternation. Alex pressed her close to him as he rammed his cock deep into her spasming ass-hole. He shoved as hard as he could and was rewarded when his pecker drove halfway up her hot behind.
Alex could barely keep from ejaculating. His pecker felt so good up her rear end that he almost couldn't contain himself. Viciously he withdrew it part way and then rammed his hips forward again. His second thrust was successful. His prick jabbed all the way home and slid into her butt hole like it was buttered.
Her ass-hole was a wonderful, throbbing greasy fist. It was better than jacking off and Alex went wild with the feverish pleasure he experienced. His hips banged back and forth in uncontained pleasure as he pumped his rod in and out of her rear. Harder and harder he drove into her butt, loving the warm, squishy feel of her ass-hole around his cock, the soft pillowy sensation of slapping his body against her full, lovely ass-cheeks, even the pounding of his balls as they flailed against her body when he drove in full length.
"Come on, baby, fuck," he commanded. "Get some life in it. Fuck."
He wrapped his hands around her buttocks and steered her on and off his throbbing pecker. His hips went faster and faster in the wild fuck he was ramming to her ass-hole.
At first, his wife was unresponsive. It felt like he was fucking her lax fist. But it was a hell of a lot better than jacking off. And then her butt was pounding back and twisting and rolling and his pecker was being massaged and sucked and played with by her rear in a way that made Alex faint with pleasure. Each erotic twist of her hips caused her ass to suck at his cock better than her mouth ever did. Alex imagined a mouth between her ass cheeks and his dick sliding in and out between her juicy lips. It was too much for him. He couldn't hold back much longer. His cock was throbbing and his balls felt strained from the effort to hold back. Harder and harder he plunged against his wife's rear. And then he couldn't hold back any longer and he reached around her and grabbed hold of her tits with his fingers and squeezed and yanked on them as he ground his cock full length into her twitching ass-hole.
Inside her butt his cock felt so good, so wonderful that Alex couldn't stop it anymore. It literally exploded. He felt the heat running the length of his pecker and then the spurt of sex juice exploding from the tip into her hot rectum.
CHAPTER EIGHT
After Alex left in the morning, May stayed in bed and wondered about what had happened the night before. It had all seemed so clear to her the night before. She was going to get a divorce and start living like a "normal" person.
And then Alex had screwed her in the ass. She blushed at the grossness of her own thoughts. But, really, was there any other way to think about them. When she had been innocent-before these awful things had happened to her-it had been easy to separate right and wrong in her thoughts. But not any more. It seemed that she would have to give up thinking entirely if she was going to avoid thinking sinful things in the future.
But she couldn't adjust to her own reaction. She had gone wild at the steady pounding of his prick in her rear. The even sliding of his penis in and out of the tight sheath of her ass-hole had caused her to come again and again in a fury of sexual sensation.
She couldn't claim she didn't enjoy it. Her own reactions had been too obvious. There was nothing she could say or do to exonerate herself. It would have been pointless to tell Alex he was a foul person. He would only have laughed at her.
May wrapped her arms around her naked breasts and got out of bed. The mirror showed her indecently exposed. Her boobs were covered by her arms. But below that, she was naked. Her crotch was a hairy patch of blonde fur. Her thighs seemed to squeeze her sexiness into the small area of her crotch.
Hesitantly, May let her hand slip down toward that place. It would be evil to touch herself between her own full, round hot thighs. But so many people had already touched her there that May was beginning to wonder how much worse it could be. Her husband-and John-and Judy.
May trembled. Judy's touch had been so different. It was so much softer. To May it was as if she had been loved by the other girl instead of simply used. She recalled Judy's hot lips brushing her clitoris, her tongue worming its way between her pussy lips.
"No..." May cried. "No. Not that. Not again. I ... I can't be a Lesbian."
Shaken, the girl stared at herself, at her naked body, in the mirror. Resolutely she put on a robe and left the bedroom. I should call a lawyer, she thought to herself. And then she giggled. Alex was a lawyer. And so was John. Maybe she should call John and tell him she wanted a divorce from Alex. That was what caused the giggle.
May's face broke out into a wide smile. She'd tell John and he'd ask why and she'd tell him it was because her husband made her do nasty, sexy things with other people. Other people like John and his wife. People who shouldn't be doing things like fucking and sucking with their sisters and brothers and friends. May wondered if it would shake John up. She sat down by the telephone and considered who she could call.
She didn't know any other lawyers. She'd never needed one. And now...
Hesitantly she picked up the telephone book. Suppose, she thought, just suppose I get someone who knows Alex and John? What will they do when he hears my story? I tell him how Alex made me go to the party. I tell him how Alex made me submit to John and how he helped Judy seduce me. And then can I trust him in court? He might know Alex too well. They're always making deals, these lawyers. Alex always talks about the deals he makes with his pals. He gives them a break and they make a fat fee and they owe him...
May trembled thinking about it. Strange things happened in court. Alex told her about them and laughed when he told her. She couldn't call just anybody. There were too many things that could happen if she got the wrong man.
She slid the telephone book back into its niche and almost didn't notice when a small book was knocked on the floor. Automatically she picked it up and was about to put it back when she happened to glance at it. She was so stunned she dropped it again.
She couldn't believe it. She stooped over and picked it up and stared at it. It was a fuck book. It had to be. She'd never seen one before, but it had a salacious appearing cover and the title Led Into Swapping.
It had to be Alex's. May licked her dry lips and studied it. It didn't really look like it would explode in her hand. But, technically she guessed, it was evidence and shouldn't be destroyed. Even if it had a scantily clad girl on the cover.
Idly she leafed through it. She told herself she wasn't going to read it. Even when her eyes stopped and picked out a string of words, she told herself she wasn't going to read it. Just holding it was enough. It was about fucking ... She was sure of that.
But May had to be sure. Hesitantly her eyes went to the printed page and began reading:
The party was already well in progress. The minute they walked in the door, they couldn't help spotting their hostess, Nancy. She was in a chair facing the door with Clara's husband, Thad.
She sat backwards in his lap. Her legs were doubled back, and her heels were resting on the edge of the cushion. Her small twat was completely open, and it glistened and drooled copiously.
Nancy was a redhead. Her tipped tits had freckles on them that Tom liked to nip at when he sucked on the firm cones. Right now, Thad's hands covered them and squeezed them and made her rusty nipples pop between his fingers like rubbery nubs.
She had a russet patch of pussy hair, but she had shaved most of it off. The whole triangle was gone. Only the fur at the edges of her cunt lips was left, and its color seemed to extend the area of pinkness to wide proportions.
They could see Thad's hairy balls under her crotch as the two of them rocked and fucked. Tom wasn't surprised to see Nancy's fingers swirling over her cunt, spreading the lips, sliding up and down her silky groove, twirling over her clit. He watched her run her middle finger in and out of her sopping hole at the same time Thad's prick pushed into her anus and he groaned.
Nancy liked it in her ass. That's what Tom had heard. The sight excited him, and his prick began to fill in his pants. He could use a little ass fucking tonight. He could bang up against her round cheeks and finger her cunt and have himself a hell of a party.
Clara was on the couch with Emma's husband, Randy. Clara was a real armload-tall and solid and strong as a weightlifter. She was into the gymnastics thing, and her whole body was tuned to move like a fine watch. She swiveled her hips around under Randy as if there were ball bearings in her sockets instead of bones.
Whatever Clara had done to tone her muscles in her arms and legs and belly, she had done the same thing to her pussy muscles. For all Tom knew, she had a greased pole with a weight on the end of it, and she stuffed the pole up her cunt and gripped it with her pussy muscles and did knee bends without letting the pole slip out.
Her cunt was fantastic. She could stop the flow of blood with just a tiny squeeze. You could put your prick at the mouth of her hole and get your back out of joint trying to resist the way she could suck the rod up inside her pussy.
Tom thought he'd like a little of that tonight, too. He'd just had to ram his prick into Kathy. It'd be nice to have a woman suck it in as if she wanted it.
Emma was a giggly little brunette with a round face and round hips and round tits and round buttocks. Even her feet were curiously round. She was a ball of fucking joy, because you could get on her rounded belly and hang on and get the ride of your life, rolling and humping all over the room.
She fucked like a mink. Tom had never known her to come fewer than three times in one peak. About two weeks ago, they'd had a little contest between them.
He was feeling particularly horny, and he'd challenged her to see how many orgasms they could get off in fifteen minutes. He thought he'd done pretty well to pour three loads into her. His balls ached by the time the fifteen minutes were up, but she was still going strong.
He'd counted hers. There was no way to mistake when she came, either. She was the kind that yelled and twitched and nearly broke your prick in half when she came.
The first time he'd come in her, shooting his wad deep and strong, she'd made it five times, gripping his shoulders with her fingers, pounding her butt on the floor, nearly squeezing his waist in two with her round thighs.
The second time he came, she made it three times-bang, bang, bang. It was incredible. She even laughed in between them. The third time, his penis could only ooze in strained protest as she whacked off five big comes.
He thought about that contest and watched her roll around under Renfro's black cock as they humped on the polar-bear rug, and he knew he wanted to have a little of that pussy, too. Seven comes in a row around his prick was a hell of a lot more exciting than none at all, like what Kathy gave him.
Having finished his inspection of the three white girls, he looked around the room for Ruby. He wanted a blow job first, and those fat lips of hers were the best around.
She was in. the dining room with Pete, the host tonight. Pete was sitting in one of the straight-back chairs at the table, his butt on the edge of it, his legs out straight on either side of Ruby's kneeling body.
She was already giving head. Tom craned his neck and watched the fat lips purse and tighten alternately as she moved her head up and down and sucked Pete's cock for him.
He was half ready to go over and make her sit on his prick while she blew Pete, since her ruby-red pussy hole wasn't occupied, but then he was aware that Kathy was stripping out of her mini.
He watched her tits come naked. He watched her push her panties down over her hips. She bent to take her feet from them, and he watched her round ass flare out toward him, and he couldn't help the quickening that went through him and made his prick jerk.
"Looks like everybody's busy," he said. "Care to dance with your husband for a change, or would you rather sit this one out."
She straightened up and looked at him. "Are you kidding?" she said coldly.
He gestured with his arm. "Look around. There's not a dry prick in the house right now, baby, except mine." He pushed his pants and briefs down and let it spring out in front of her, then unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor.
"I'll go watch television before I'd fuck that cock of yours again, you bastard," she hissed at him.
"Captain Kangaroo's not on at night."
"Funny. Har, har. You stand here and practice your comedy lines. I'm going to suck Nancy's cunt for her. I hate to see an empty cunt staring into the room like that, even if she does have a prick up her ass."
"Fine, I'll join you. You lift your butt up, and I'll give you a little ass treatment while you're sucking her. There's something else I haven't had from you yet."
"And you're not going to, either. You can go sit in the corner and eat dingle berries and pretend they're raisins for all I care. Just keep the hell away from me, you hear?"
He glared at her. His prick began to sag. He sighed deeply and exerted great will over the desire to ball his fist and bash her with it.
"Why don't we just cut it, Kathy," he said darkly. "Let's just end it. I'll move out tomorrow."
She didn't answer. She spun around when the door opened, and her face lit up brightly. "Arthur!" she cried. "Liz! What are you two doing here? I haven't seen you two in ages. Where have you been keeping yourselves?"
"Hi, baby," Arthur beamed, opening his arms and taking her nude body into them. He lifted her from the floor and swung her around, and she squealed happily, kicking her legs and hugging him around the neck and making an exaggerated fuss over him.
"Oh, I'm glad you came!" she cried. "Thanks to stupid over there, we got here late. As you see, everybody's busy."
Arthur's eyes roamed over her naked body appreciatively, and he cupped a tit in his palm and brushed his hand over her blonde pubes. Kathy leaned against him and gave herself openly to his caress and pointedly ignored Tom.
"I'm not busy," Arthur said, grinning down on her.
"Then get out of those clothes and fuck me. Give me one of those long, satisfying, grinding screws, Arthur. I just got a short shot before coming here, and I need a prick that'll make me blow my ivad and my mind both." She cupped his crotch and shook it gently. "And you're just the man who can do it."
They went off. Tom looked after them with a sour expression and moved his mouth as if he wanted to spit.
"Hey, now," Liz said softly, coming up to him, putting her arm around his waist. "What's this I see all over your face?"
He forced a smile and looked at her. "Nothing. I need a fuck, that's all. You willing?"
"I'm always willing, honey, you know that. Especially for you. Hey, I've kind of missed you, you know that?"
"Yeah," he said, turning his head to watch Kathy again. She was spreading out on the floor under Arthur, running her hand up and down his prick while she opened her thighs to his fingering hand. They kissed passionately and masturbated each other, and then she sagged back and lifted her hips high and spread her thighs wide for him.
He moved over her. He didn't start off by sucking her cunt for once. He held his position over her while she took his prick in her hand and swirled the tip of it through her soft folds, over her clit, into her silky pussy mouth.
Then she lifted higher still and drew him inside her body and moaned audibly, wrapping her arms around Arthur's neck. She began moving her hips around in circles, a smile covering her face, making it very obvious that she was enjoying being fucked.
"Tom?" Liz said quietly.
He looked back around. She was stripping out of her clothes, baring her pointed tits, her cute little dark-furred twat. His prick began to lift again, but it wouldn't get past the horizontal. He thought of how good it would feel to fuck Liz, to lie in her arms, to feel the sweet memory of his first strange piece of ass. But his prick wouldn't lift all the way.
She finished undressing and looked at it. She put her hand around the shaft and jacked it slowly, then looked at him again. The cute, bubbly expression went off her face.
"Come on, Tom, what's the trouble? Here, let's go over there and lie down, and you just tell Liz all about it."
"No, it's nothing " he said, forcing another smile. He grabbed her rather roughly, intending to back her up against the wall and fuck her standing up.
She looked at her shoulder, the way his fingers made white marks on it, then turned her face back to him and stepped in close. Her pointed tits flattened up against his chest, and she made him put his arms around her waist and hold her properly. She sagged back in the circle of them and looked into his face, trapping his rod between her soft thighs.
She lifted up on her toes in the circle of his arms and fumbled at her crotch and then sank back down. Her warm pussy surrounded his cock and squeezed it lovingly.
"There, that's more comfortable, isn't it? Honey, tell me it feels good. Tom."
"You know it's terrific," he said. She smiled and moved her hips against him, making his prick slide up and down inside her soft, clinging pussy. "I was the first for you, honey, and I want to be the last. Right now. This is it. You fuck me, and then you go get Kathy and fuck her and fuck her-every way you know how, every position, every trick your cock has learned. You make her come and come, right here, now, tonight, and then you'll have what you started out to get, and you'll be able to quit. Both of you."
She clung to him and swiveled her hips. Her pussy juiced up immediately, becoming satiny slick, wetter than he'd ever felt it get before.
He moaned softly and held her buttocks in his hands. They weaved and rocked together and nearly fell over, and he waddle them, still joined, over to the wall.
Liz looked up at him soulfully and picked herself up and wrapped her thighs around his waist. Her butt filled his hands, and her back was supported by the wall.
"God, honey-fuck me," she whimpered. "Fuck me hard and strong. Give me the last of that stiff, young prick of yours and fill my pussy with something to remember always."
"Liz, I ought-I ought to hold it for Kathy," he gasped, feeling her bottom sway in his hands and bump against him and move around his thrusting prick with oiled motions.
"No, honey-get rid of it. Remember the first time? How I had to take the edge off you by sucking your prick and drinking all your hot cream?"
"I'll never forget it, Liz," he moaned, driving his cock into her open, weaving body.
"It's got to be like that now. Give yourself every chance you can, Tom. Dump your load into me and then go get her and fuck her until she comes first. I'll help you. We'll all help you. She's afraid, Tom, that's all. Afraid it will still be all botched if it's just the two of you. She has to be led into trusting you, I've seen it that way before."
"Then I've already botched it," he gasped, unable to keep his hips still and his prick from bucking heatedly in her wonderful pussy. "Just before we came here. It wasn't any good. It was the same old thing, except that I didn't have to come right away. I could have held it, but there wasn't any point. She wasn't going to give."
"I know what you're saying, Tom. She'll give this time. Don't worry about how it's been. Think of how it's going to be, instead."
He smiled down at her until she smiled back and gave him an extra twitch with her smoothly weaving body. He pressed forward and flattened her pointed tits. He kissed her hungrily, and she lifted her face to him and opened her lips and sucked on his probing tongue.
Tom hadn't felt so involved, so fully, emotionally enmeshed in a long, long time. This wasn't just a piece of ass he was fucking. This was a woman, full and giving and warm, and there was nothing to compare the feeling with-nothing else in the whole world.
He'd forgotten what it was like. He used to feel that way with Kathy, but that was a long time ago, back when they were still swooning under the first blush of love. He didn't know how they could recapture it again, but he wanted to try.
"Liz," he gasped. "Liz, Liz, I'm going to come. Are you ready to come with me ? "
"Oh, you wonderful boob, I've been waiting since the moment I put it in me. God, yes, I'm ready. Tom? Tom, make it last. Make it be worth all this, Tom?"
She gasped and clung to him. Her ass rode in his palms and weaved back and forth. Her widespread pussy sucked and slobbered lovingly around his root and pulled him deeply into her body. She was smearing his belly with her juices, riding against his pubic bone, mashing her tits against his strong, young chest, and then she stopped all motion and hung on his prick and spasmed mightily, sucking and pulling, drawing his fluid up, emptying his balls for him.
Tom didn't roar this time. There would have been something cheapening about roaring like a stallion. He mashed his lips against hers and groaned heatedly into her mouth instead so that the intensity and the meaning behind their sweeping, spasming orgasm would be hidden from the others, a secret between them.
He remembered then. It would be that way with Kathy again. Just like that. Sperm flowing into her body, his prick wanting to fly apart in her cunt with the joys she was giving him, his boring thrust giving her that joy right back. That was the way it was going to be between them again, and his heart soared with the knowledge of it.
He held Liz in his hands for a long moment afterwards. They didn't move, and they didn't speak. They pressed together in a lingering caress until they knew it had to end.
He let her down to the floor again. His prick came out, wet and still full. The two of them looked at Arthur and Kathy again and could tell that neither of them had come yet.
"Now," Liz said. "Go get her now. I'll handle Arthur."
May's head was reeling when she put the book down. It was so blatant. It wasn't what she'd been led to expect from literature-just as Alex's behavior wasn't what she'd been led to expect from marriage.
She felt drained, worn out. The book gave her a new perspective. A shocking one. Perhaps, and the thought seemed almost too daring for May, the book was a reflection of life as she hadn't suspected it could be. Perhaps the warmth of a stiff cock up her forever itchy vagina was all that she could ever really get out of a life full of disappointments.
Automatically, without thought, May's hand clutched under her robe at her wet, hairy pussy. She distinctly remembered scenes from the book that seemed to inflame her already sensitive tissue. Her cunt had a funny yearning feel. It wanted to be ravaged. It wanted a cock spearing between her tight cunt lips, drilling into her twat.
"No," May moaned. But even as she said it, she knew she was lying.
She lay back on the couch and stared at the ceiling. Images floated in front of her eyes. John and Alex, naked. And beautiful Judy, her tits bouncing shyly and her soft, young thighs rubbing together as she stroked her own hole with her forefinger.
Emulating her image of the girl, May put her own finger in her pussy. It felt good there. It felt right. She squeezed her thighs together and it seemed that she had a huge cock stuffed up her twat. And that was a great feeling. She imagined she was being fucked by the disembodied prick, that it was sawing in and out, in and out of her twat.
She was getting hotter and hotter. The slightest movement of her finger in her own hole was like a touch of lightening. She was electrified inside. She was incandescent. She was glowing like a candle and her own hole was too hot for her to touch.
May squirmed her ass about on the couch and arched her back and rubbed her slot against her probing finger. Deeper. Deeper. In her fevered brain all she could think about was jamming her finger deeper into the watery depths of her crotch.
May knew now what she had to do...
CHAPTER NINE
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," May groaned as she squirmed on the couch, her hips tilted up to allow her finger unimpeded entrance to her aching vagina. She plunged her finger in and out harder and harder. The harder her finger thrusts were, though, the greater her desire seemed to build in her body.
May had to admit it wasn't in her head anymore. Her raging fire was between her legs. Her hot box was dictating her movements, not her brain. But May was willing to surrender to that if she could get the satisfaction she desired.
As her finger darted in and out between the soft, swollen lips of her vagina, she imagined what Alex's cock had looked like the last time she had seen it.
His prick was little and soft when it was resting, which wasn't often. But usually it was half hard and at least seven or eight inches long in that state. May remembered closing her lips around it and having trouble holding it as it swelled and expanded her mouth.
She could almost taste the flavor it had left behind. It had been salty, nutty in flavor. Her tongue had stroked it on top and she remembered the grainy feeling of the skin on his cock head. It had sensitized her mouth and she pursed her lips, sucking on it as she imagined it.
She tried to imagine it in her cunt. Filling her. Stretching her open and filling her almost completely. She slid her finger in and out and that was a good feeling. Masturbating herself, she continued to think about Alex's penis. But she could only get halfway there thinking about it. What she wanted to was to explode into a thousand parts, to soar on the escaping jet of hot semen melding their two bodies together.
She wanted to be fucked. She didn't want to dream about Alex's cock anymore. She didn't have to. Her finger rotated sensually in her own twat, slipping in her continuous flow of juice, exciting herself beyond measure.
Alex didn't love her. She was sure of that. He was just using her, keeping her like a favored car. She felt bitter. She didn't want to be used. She wanted to be loved.
In the delirium of her sexual need, she was willing to settle for the next best thing at the moment, though. She was willing to be fulfilled.
May picked up the telephone again. This time she used it. Carefully she dialed the number from the telephone book. Her finger shook as she dialed. She could smell her pussy juice on her dialing finger and that made her more nervous.
"Hello," she said when it stopped ringing on the other end. "Judy?"
The answer was low and throaty and a current of excitement ran through May's body. She hadn't thought she could do it. And she had. She made the date in a few brief sentences on the telephone and then hung up, still in a daze. She was going over there!
Dizzy with a sudden surge of excitement, May called the cab company and ordered a taxi, then hurried into the bathroom to shower and get dressed.
She was just toweling off the last drops of water when the doorbell rang. Throwing on a light robe, she hurried to the front door and opened it.
"Taxi, lady?" the cabby said. His eyes stared at her like he hadn't ever seen a woman in a bathrobe before. His tongue sensuously licked his thick lips.
May was surprised at his apparent interest in her. And then she followed his gaze down to her body and almost fainted. In the harsh sunlight the nylon robe was almost transparent. She could see for herself that she was naked. Her tits pressing against the front of the robe showed dark where her reddish nipples rubbed against the yellow fabric. Her crotch exposed the exact shape of her thighs. Even the outline of her pubic hair was visible. May blushed. A heat wave radiated from her face down her neck and across her soft breasts. It penetrated even around the roots of her pubic hairs and made her pussy lips feel tense and brittle. She felt like glass when she moved.
"Won't you ... come in ... and wait ... while ... I finish dressing?" she blurted out.
"Sure, lady," the cab driver said. "I'd love to." And he stepped inside the house.
May was so flustered she couldn't think straight. However, one thing she'd noticed very clearly was that when he'd come in, the cab driver's eyes had been centered around her crotch. And the blue serge of his pants in front bulged suspiciously outward.
"Wait ... wait here," May stuttered and then retreated into the bedroom.
She didn't know what came over her then, but as she was about to close the bedroom door she looked in the mirror and realized the cab driver couldn't see into the bedroom directly. But there was no question that he could see her vanity mirror quite clearly.
The cab driver didn't look too brutish. His eyes were deep set and piercing. They seemed to be a hazel color. And his hair was medium short and black. He wore a uniform jacket with the cab company name on it and a stiff, black visored cap. May didn't know if it was the naked desire in the man's eyes or the huge bulge between his legs that made her do it-but she left the door open.
Standing in front of the mirror, she brushed her hair out with long, slow strokes. Each movement of her arm allowed the front of her robe to gap open a little more until she was naked all down the front. The swell of her breasts was exposed as well as the shiny patch of pubic hair that protected her cunt. She thought it was obscene looking, the yellow of the robe acting as a frame to the very core of her sexual being.
From time to time she snuck a glance into the mirror. Each time the cab driver was still visible standing in the front room but staring at the mirror, his deep set eyes smoldering in his head. The bulge was bigger in the front of his trousers.
She shrugged out of the robe and stood for one brazen moment completely naked in front of the mirror. Her tense tits pouted at the glass, her nipples were hard and pointed out at it. She couldn't resist the temptation to slide her hands down her beautifully curved body, cupping her tits with her hands and then gliding both hands across the soft, quivery flesh of her lower belly to sink between her soft thighs.
It was exciting. Exciting enough that she fingered herself then. She ran an index finger into her twat, slipping through the hairy portal with astonishing ease. It was only then that May realized that she was fully excited. Her cunt lips were swollen and her pussy was leaking her juice. She was swampy wet inside. And her finger felt tremendous.
Heat filled her cheeks as she blushed. But she couldn't resist the temptation. She knew he was watching, yet she very slowly and deliberately began to masturbate herself, tilting her hips up at the mirror as she diddled her cunt with her probing finger.
"Uh, uh, uh," she grunted under her breath as the super feeling began surging through her body. Her hips pushed her slot up at her finger. In the mirror she watched with rapt fascination as her twat turned up and opened to show the pink lining as her finger slid in. It looked beautifully lascivious. Her cunt was practically drooling for her own hand to play with her pretty snatch.
She was so enraptured by it that she forgot about the cab driver.
"Are you all right, lady?" the cab driver asked. He was in the bedroom doorway.
May froze. She wondered how long he had been standing there, watching her ass cheeks tightening and growing slack and full, and then pulling up taut again as she clamped her cunt lips around her hard working finger. Not that it made any real difference. His eyes in the mirror were focused on her juicy cunt lips and the cum slick finger she was working in and out of her hairy slot. Her cunt was strangely tingly and excited.
"Can I do something for you?" the cab driver asked insistently.
"like ... like what?" May replied weakly. She didn't move.
"Hell, lady. Whatever you want. You call and I come. That's the cab company biz for you, if you know what I mean." He chuckled dryly and it started goose bumps on May.
"I hope you realize you're in my bedroom," she said as indignantly as she could.
"Sure. I hope you realize it, too." The cab driver stepped further into the room.
"I'll scream." May stared into the mirror and met his eyes and then they both knew she had no intention of screaming no matter what he did. Even though he was only inches away from her hot, naked body. She took her hands away from her cunt and felt his hands grasp her full, wide hips. They were hot and strong and reassuring feeling.
"Bend over," the cab driver ordered harshly.
May slowly leaned forward, resting her hands on the low vanity counter. In the mirror she watched as the cab driver pulled the zipper on the front of his pants. Her hips squirmed under his grasp and he clutched her tighter for a moment with one hand.
His other hand was busy. It pulled the zipper down and then fished around inside the front of his pants. Not for long, though. His fingers curled around the stiff flesh of his cock and brought it out. And then he had both hands on her hips and was holding her still again.
May gasped. The pecker that the cab driver had unveiled was huge. It must have been nine or ten inches long with a shaft so thick it filled his hand. The shaft was wound around with blue, gnarled veins. Above the soft collar of foreskin, his cockhead was slick and red. It was pulsating with an inner life and a pearly drop of opaque fluid gathered on top and reflected the light with a sparkle.
But May was most impressed by the fact that his cock was framed by the soft, inner flesh of her own thighs. Resolutely she stared into the mirror at her full breasts hanging down and tried to hold back the river of sex juice that was flowing in her cunt.
CHAPTER TEN
"How do you want it, baby?" the cab driver asked in his rough voice.
"What ... what do you mean?" May pretended indignation and anger.
"Okay," the man said. He shifted his hips and May watched in fascination as he placed the bulbous head of his pecker against her cunt lips. She moaned a little, but her eyes were glued to the glass as she watched his rod split her slightly and then start to slide right in. She was so wet her cunt was as greasy as a buttered glove.
"Ooooooo," she moaned. "Ooooooooooo." The sensation was tremendous.
"You're a hot bitch," the cab driver said in admiration. His hands slid from her hips to her full breasts and he started milking them as his cock continued to slip endlessly into her twitching snatch. Up, he went, up, until his cock was sunk all the way between her swollen cunt lips. His dark pubic hair mingled with her lighter hair where he pierced her.
His fingers played with her nipples and occasionally a reddish tip showed through as he squeezed and manipulated them.
May's attention was glued to the mirror. The steady jabbing of his penis in and out of her convulsing cunt lips hypnotized her. It was hard to think about anything else.
Her soft belly was heaving and twitching in unison to the sliding of his penis in and out of her gooey tunnel. Her butt heaved forward and back without conscious effort on her part, helping ram the penetrating cock into her itchy vagina with full force.
"Uh, huh uh, uh..." May's breath came in short, soft grunts. Sweat gathered on her chest and rolled down her hanging tits to gather in huge, transparent drops on her distended nipples. It made her breasts seem to be crying. The ramming of his cock into her exposed cunt lips was better the harder it was. The full pounding force jolted her vagina and uterus and womb like hammer blows shattering glass. Her legs spread wider to give him more room. As she watched his cock sink into her slot, feeling the simultaneous surge of electrical sensation in her crotch, she saw his soft balls flipping up and striking her tender clitoris. The dual stimulus made her cry out for more.
Deeper, harder, faster.
Her cunt sucked at his retreating prick when it withdrew. His penis was shiny wet with her cunt juice. And it was big. It was bigger than when he'd shoved it up her twat. It was swollen like a thick sausage and pulsating furiously. The tip was a raging red color.
"Fuck," the cab driver said. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Slide that pussy up and down my rod. I like it that way. Move your ass. Twist it, baby. Twist it and fuck, damn you."
He was pounding madly in and out of her hard moving cunt. His hands slid from her breasts and squeezing her distended nipples, pulling her elastic tits until they ached with pleasure, to her round butt which he clenched tightly. He pulled her back against him harder and harder, driving his cock full bore up her open hole. His pecker was hot. Practically burning it was so hot. His cock head was swollen and sensitive against her vaginal tissue.
The delicate petals of her cunt were still flapping back and forth as his pecker slid in and out of her hole. But there was nothing gentle or delicate about them. They were swollen and gross. The merest touch electrified them, starting wild sensations shooting out to all parts of her body.
"Fuck me," May cried. Tears leaked from her eyes. The constant friction in her cunt hole was driving her crazy. She wanted more of it.
More. She wanted to be fucked senseless. She was rising on a crest of feeling controlled by the steady slide of his wonderful penis in and out of her pussy. She thrilled to the wet touch of his hot shaft as it brushed against her thighs. She wanted to suck and lick his cock even as it plunged recklessly into her hot twat. "Harder," she moaned. "Fuck me harder, you bastard. Fuck me!"
The cab driver tightened his grip on her ass cheeks with his hands and plowed as hard as he could into her pink, fleshy cunt. One of his fingers rested on her tender anus. As he heaved his body against her upturned buttocks, his finger slowly worked into that hole.
May cried out as it started in. But not for long. It felt good. It seemed to press down on her vagina from inside and increase the pleasure she was feeling. More and more of his finger fucked into her ass-hole and she pushed back with her butt wanting more.
May's crotch was a wild morass of feeling. The finger in her butt hole was turning her on as nothing else ever could. The dual sensation was, to May, the ultimate in fucking. She would have fainted, but she didn't want to miss a single moment of it. "More," she screamed. She thrust back with her butt, hard. Her ass trembled.
Her scream seemed to energize the cab driver. Wildly he plunged against her, his cock searching ever deeper in her sloppy wet cunt. His finger slipped crazily into her ass. It burned with pleasure as it plunged full length into her rectum and touched her vagina through the thin wall that separated her two tunnels.
"Aaaagh," she groaned. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck..."
She was being consumed by two fires. The movement of his cock and finger together was like rubbing two sticks together to get fire. It was literally burning her up. May was unable to think or do anything except respond to the beautiful feelings that lanced through her. She was getting fuller and fuller with the feeling. It was like being a water bag with too much liquid. She felt that she was going to explode if even another drop was added.
"More, more, MORE, MORE!" she screeched out, willing it to happen then.
The cab driver lurched solidly against her rear and slapped his cock deep up her twitching channel and pounded his cockhead against her sensitive womb.
To May, it was like driving a spike up her cunt with a sledge hammer. The mingled pain-pleasure feelings were fantastic and caused her cunt to convulse spastically. Her pussy lips swelled and sucked his prick into her. Deeper and deeper she pulled his penis into her hot pit. Her sex cauldron was bubbling and steaming and he felt it.
His finger had bored deep into her ass-hole. It was encased in the hot, gooey depths of her anal channel and her rectum tightened around it even as her cunt muscles clamped down. May was coming. Her body was twitching and struggling to swallow him into her.
The cab driver ground his pelvis tight against her outthrust hips. His cock sank into the warm pocket of her vagina and brewed in the boiling liquid of her sex tunnel.
May watched each movement in the mirror. When his hands clutched her hanging, sweaty breasts sending super surges of pain-pleasure feelings spiraling through her body, it was the key to unlock her inner joy. It felt to her as if she was being torn open. The ecstasy was overwhelming. It filled her up, the feeling of pleasure spreading from her vagina and rectum to the rest of her body. She was light as a feather, floating on the tremendous sensations running through her.
And then the cab driver's moment came as he hurried to catch up with her. Her convulsing sex tunnel and cunt lips, the heat of her ass-hole had conspired to ignite his own sex organs into action. His cock swelled and jerked inside her slot. And then he was pouring out his jism into her in shotgun blasts of superheated liquid.
"I'm commmmmming," he cried out unnecessarily to May as he thrust in her.
She didn't have to be told. She knew that already with every fiber of her being.
In the mirror she had a perfect view down the line of her body between her swollen and lust distended breasts of his cock pumping in her. It seemed to swell and subside as each spurt of semen shot into her cunt. Her own juice leaked out around her pussy lips and lubricated that part of his penis that was outside of her convulsing slot.
The sensations she underwent were numbing. She felt herself slowly turning inside out. Her cunt tingled with incredible feeling. She was filled inside and her legs were weak from the force of her orgasm. Her knees didn't feel like they would hold her up any more.
Dropping her head to her hands, hiding her face in the fall of her hair across her eyes, May almost wept with a mixture of joy and shame. She had never before experienced such total pleasure. Nor such total degradation...
She couldn't watch as she felt the strange man's penis pulling out of her soupy cunt. His finger made her sob softly as he removed it from her ass-hole. And then he went away and she heard water running in the bathroom as he cleaned himself up.
"Hey, lady, do you still want a cab?" he asked her from the doorway.
Weakly, May straightened up. She was faint from the exertion of moments before. Her bare breasts still felt prickly and her vaginal lips started to revive with the movement.
"Yes," she said. "Please ... please wait for me in the other room."
Moving slowly with her hand cupped over her pussy to keep his semen from running out, May managed to reach the bathroom where she sat on the toilet and douched herself out. Then she took another fast shower and dried off, rubbing herself briskly with the towel. The rough terry cloth over her sex organs started a warm glow in her body that seemed to start smoldering when she sprayed cologne under her arms and between her breasts and on the soft, silky mat of pubic hair that covered her sex slit.
I'm indecent, she thought. I can't be ... horny ... now. Not right after I fucked like a mink. It's impossible. It's dirty and lascivious and I won't let it happen to me.
But it was happening and there was very little she could do about it. She put on a tight mini-dress that showed off her firm boobs. And she didn't put any panties on. She told herself it was because she was too sore. But when she sat on her vanity stool and felt her bare skin rubbing against the coarse fabric while she put on her make-up, she knew that wasn't the reason. She'd been lying to herself ... again.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Do you get many ... calls like mine?" May asked the cab driver as she got in.
He didn't answer immediately. It wasn't until after he had the motor running and the flag down that he said, "A few, lady. It happens but I don't count on it."
She gave him Judy's address and they rode in silence for fifteen minutes while she studied his taxi driver's card staring back at her from the meter box. His eyes in the identification picture were deep-set and penetrating. His face was thick and rough.
"They ought to put a picture of your penis on that card," she said finally. "Then you'd get more calls than you could handle." She smiled at him in the mirror and realized that if she opened her knees he could look right down her skirt at the hole he'd just plundered.
He laughed. "Not a bad idea, lady. But they'd have to give me a pep pill to keep me on the job, then. All I can do right now is try to stay awake. You've ruined me for the rest of the day." He laughed again. "Fucking really takes it out of a guy. Thanks, but no thanks. Not," he added hastily, "that it wasn't terrific. It was. You just did me in."
May's hesitation about talking to him vanished. The cab driver's candidness about what had happened pleased her. There was something reassuring to her about her ability to fuck a big, strong man like him into the ground. Somewhere she'd heard the phrase "the power of sex," and now she knew what it meant. Women didn't have to have muscles and bulk to bring men to their knees. Sometimes all it took was a hot box and the will to use it. She settled back in the cab seat and opened her knees slightly. She was pleased to note a little later than the cab driver, Mr. Stanley Polanski according to his identification card, was busily dropping his eyes in the mirror to sneak a peek.
When he delivered her in front of Judy and John's house and she paid him off and her hand touched his for a brief instant, Mr. Polanski's eyes dropped to her crotch. He stood quite still for the longest moment as if recalling in vivid detail the view he'd had up her skirt. After he drove off, May wondered if he'd park somewhere and jack off. She hoped not. She had the feeling that it would have been a terrible waste and, besides, if he fell asleep after he might lose his job. And that she didn't want to happen.
Judy's face brightened when she opened the door and let May into the house. It was the same house where they had had the party. May didn't need a tour. So much had happened there that she could never forget it. She smiled at Judy. "I was delayed," she said.
"That's all right, dear," Judy said. She smiled too and her pixie cute face brightened the whole house. "It gave me a few minutes extra to pick up around the place."
"I didn't mean to bother you." May gestured helplessly and looked closely at Judy for the first time. She seemed so young. Younger even than May. Her skin was fresh and vibrant and her eyes sparkled like a girl's. Judy was wearing a soft, jersey-like material playsuit that came up from wide pants legs to a tight fit around her waist and hips and crotch and developed into a skimpy two piece halter that tied behind her neck.
If Judy hadn't been so firm all over, she could never have worn it. The jersey stretched over her flesh like a second skin. Every breath bobbed her little, peach-sized breasts with the prominent nipples sticking out. The slightest movement of her lower belly was traceable by eye. Even the tight crotch seemed to split Judy's puffy twat in half-making what she had to show off almost painfully obvious.
"That's a pretty color," May said, indicating the purple playsuit.
"Thank you." Judy turned and swirled to show it off. Her breasts bounced enticingly as she turned and May was able to see every ripple in the girl's loins and butt. It was sexier than if she'd been stark naked. And the difference was very slight. There was no doubt that Judy didn't wear any underwear. "John picked it out for me," Judy added.
"I would imagine," May replied. "It really is sexy. It's something else."
May would have liked to say more. Just staring at the fat bulge on both sides of the seam down the middle of Judy's crotch, May was getting turned on. She was starting to understand how a beautiful woman could affect a man just by dressing for him. She had an insatiable desire to put her hand on Judy's crotch and discover if she was right, if the bulges were caused by the girl's tender cunt lips swelling up around the material cutting across her vaginal opening. It could have been hair, she told herself.
What she didn't want to admit was that her motive was lust. She was no Lesbian, she told herself. And yet looking at Judy's delectable crotch her mouth was dry and she wanted to sink her tongue in the girl's snatch. She wanted to go muff diving and feel and smell all that beautiful girl flesh around her face while she was sucking and licking the girl's beautiful hairy pussy.
She wondered if Judy felt the same way. Or if the girl had had sex with her before only at the insistence of her husband. Casually, May moved inside the house and sat down on the couch. As she did, she opened her nice, smooth knees and legs enough for Judy to see under her short skirt all the way to her crotch. And then she was sitting as prettily and primly as if nothing at all had happened.
Judy slid onto the couch alongside of her and half-curled up there. "You haven't known my brother very long, have you?" she asked. Her hand gently touched May's knee.
"No," May said, shaking her head. "We hardly knew each other when he proposed."
"Did you ... did you fuck before you were married?" Judy stared intently into May's eyes. "I mean, did you let Alex fuck you while you were going together?"
May's heart was trip-hammering away. "No," she said. "I was a virgin!" Saying it rid herself of her awful secret. Only she and Alex had known that he was the first and only man in her life. And, until the night before, she'd been proud of it. But she wasn't sure now.
Judy's hand tightened on her knee. It felt good there. Sisterly. May covered the girl's hand with her own and began to stroke her fingers. "I was an innocent," she said.
"I wondered..." Judy's voice spoke the musing of her mind. "Alex was always a cock hound. He fucked anything he could get his prick into. He was ... he was my first lover. He's a lot older than me, of course. But when I was twelve he was visiting the folks after setting up out here as a lawyer and he got the yens for me. And that was it."
"What do you mean?" May asked. "What was it? What happened."
"When a grown man seduces a twelve-year-old girl, what do you think happens? I fell in love with him. I didn't want to do it. But we were playing tag in the house one day when the folks were out. I was just playing. Maybe Alex wasn't. But he tackled me on the living room floor and when I fell my skirt came up around my waist. Alex, he had his face against my belly and the next thing I knew he was licking my twat right through my panties."
"How awful," May said. It was awful. The mere thought made her cunt seep.
"I don't know," Judy said. "It was kind of wonderful. I must of come a dozen times while he was licking away. I was so weak after a while I didn't even feel him take my panties off and start licking up the insides of my thighs. He had my butt in his hands and he sort of raised me up. I didn't weigh a whole lot then and it was easy for him."
"And?" May asked. Her hand and Judy's slid down her firm, round thigh.
"Well, I was wiggling so much he almost couldn't tongue fuck me. I was only twelve and I didn't know what it was about. Just that my real old brother was doing dirty things with his tongue to my cunt and it felt sooooo good I couldn't stop him. Hell, if the folks had come in, I think I would have killed them if they interfered." This time Judy slid her hand down May's thigh until her fingers were only inches from her naked slot.
"Finally, I got so tired," Judy continued, "that I stopped wiggling. I just didn't have the energy and the tickling had stopped-but it still felt good, his hot tongue going around my crotch. I wasn't even ready when he stuck it in me. I didn't know what had happened. One minute I felt good and relaxed and the next my little cunnie was stuffed full of hot tongue. Alex sure had a big tongue.
"God, I screamed like a banshee. He just shoved that slimy old tongue up my twat and it felt like he was tearing me open. At least, for the first few seconds. After a while when he started slipping it in and out it really got to feeling better. I must have come and come and come. He kept slurping down my come juice while I kept climaxing against his face. And when I started running down, he slid his tongue around and licked my ass-hole."
Judy stopped talking and looked at May. Her face was flushed. She was heated up just from remembering how it had been. She wiggled her fingers forward under May's short skirt and touched her naked pussy. "That was something," she said. "Getting tongue fucked and ass tongued for the first time together like that. I loved it. I was insane about it. And after that there wasn't anything my big brother'd couldn't ask me to do that I wouldn't do. I'd do anything for a tongue in my twat and my ass-hole. Anything..."
May gasped. Judy's fingers had connected with her naked clitoris under her short skirt. It felt good. Really good. But not as good as Alex's tongue was on his little sister's twat. She said as much and Judy agreed, nodding her head when she answered.
"You bet," Judy said. "There's nothing quite like a good tongue job. Alex did it to me for years and years. He'd get the folks to let me visit him summers and we'd spend all weekend sucking each other. He loved it and he taught me how to be extra good at it."
"Extra good?" May repeated weakly. "What's the difference between good and extra good?"
"There's only one way to know," Judy said with a smile. "I'll show you."
CHAPTER TWELVE
May let her young sister-in-law press her back in the sofa. Judy had soft, gentle hands that felt good on May's naked skin. Particularly when her fingers caressed the slick, wet skin of her pussy. May squirmed in delight at the feeling she was receiving.
Suddenly Judy sat up. "Wait," she said. She got up from the sofa leaving May sprawled there, squirming with discontent and unfulfilled expectations. She smiled softly as she put a record on the phonograph and danced back to the couch to the rhythmic beat of Jam Up And Jelly Tight.
Jam up and jelly tight, Mama, mama, baby, now you're out of sight. Jam up and jelly tight, You look a little naughty, but you're so polite. Jam up and jelly tight You don't say you will, but there's a chance that you might.
Judy danced her way back to the couch, singing along with the record, her breasts hobbling sweetly and lasciviously. The way she looked at May with her hot eyes it was almost as if the record was made for the two of them.
I'm not a Lesbian, May protested. But she made no move to get up and get away. She just watched Judy coming toward her and felt all gooey inside. And, in a way, she got caught up with the pop tune the girl was singing. Teenage stuff, she thought. But all the same she felt her insides melt under the blast furnace heat of her own emotions.
Judy stood over the couch, swaying back and forth as she slipped out of the skin-tight jersey material. She sang as she eased it down over her breasts and hips and slid it down her perfect legs. She sang as she rotated her pelvis and passed her swollen pubes in review for May's adoring eyes.
For a long moment there was a silent communication between the two of them. Judy had a nice, soft, throaty voice and it melded nicely with the record as she sang, I said the first day that I met you, someday I'm going to get you. And then she hummed along and picked up the refrain, You've got a sweet disposition, so come on and give me permission...
Wordlessly, May opened her arms to the dancing girl, and then Judy was on top of her, their lips hot on each other's, their arms wrapped around each other. May thrilled to the sweet feel of Judy's naked knee sliding up between her thighs and rubbing obscenely against her own bare twat. She knew her sex juice was bathing the girl's flesh.
May whimpered and closed her eyes and sank her tongue into Judy's hot mouth as the girl's fingers wandered searchingly over her hot, throbbing breasts. And then she was feeling the ceaseless movement of her fingers in the tight space between their bodies and Judy's educated movements were better than a man's as she stroked May's clitoris into rampant life.
"Suck me," May begged. "Show me how to do it, darling. Please."
Judy leaned over May, stroking her pulsating twat and her hot nipples and brushing kisses over her face. "We'll sixty-nine," she said softly. "You'll love that. You can do everything to me that I do you. It'll be fantastic. It'll be tremendous. You'll see..."
Quickly, Judy reversed position and May was staring up into the warm, puckered flesh of her sister-in-law's cunt. It was smooth and warm looking. But the crack was almost closed. Judy was tight and fresh looking. May licked her lips and got ready.
The first thing she felt was Judy's tongue stroking her own pubic area, plowing through her pubic hair and tracing hot paths of saliva over the insides of her thighs and across her swollen pubes. "Aaaaah," May sighed and then she was ready to reciprocate.
Eagerly her tongue flicked out and caressed Judy's swollen sex lips. At the same time she felt Judy's tongue burrowing into her own tight crack. May did as she felt Judy doing to her. Her lips rubbed against the soft, strange flesh of Judy's cunt and for the first time she smelled the full flavor of her twat. The impact on May was dizzying.
Judy's sexual aroma seemed to burst one of the dams that filled her head-dams that restricted the enjoyment of sexual pleasure to the full. At the same moment that she felt Judy's tongue flick out and caress her own vaginal lips and slip between them in a sort of sexual French kiss, she did the same thing.
The new feeling, to May, was wonderful. She had experienced the soft, super slide of a hot tongue in her twat before. But now, with her own tongue doing the same thing in Judy's cock hole, there was a certain rhythm of pleasure. She knew when to go faster-and when to slow down. It was as if they were one circuit with the same current running through both of them. The hot push and pull of one body against the other, the rubbing of their individual tongues in each other's squishy cunts was the ultimate in sensual satisfaction. May groaned and stuck her tongue out as far as it would go up Judy's quivering cunt.
"Mmmmmphhh," Judy mumbled into May's hot, twitching cunt. She pulled her face away and said, "I'm going to come, May. I'm going to come and come and come."
And then her tongue was flicking wildly in and out of May's drooling cunt as they sucked each other with reckless abandon. May plunged her tongue eagerly into Judy's slit responding to her feverish heat. They were twins, rising on the same column of fire. Their stabbing tongues burned two pussies out in a simultaneous explosion.
And then they were both gripped by a bone shattering climax. May felt her nose and mouth and tongue sinking into the fantastic fur-lined swamp of Judy's crotch. Her own legs wrapped . around the girl's head and she threshed wildly around the hot, sucking mouth that played first over her clitoris and then the tongue that sank the length of her twat.
For a long time they lay enmeshed, shuddering with the force of their orgasms.
Finally they moved apart and sat up, huddling against each other. "That was ... fun," Judy said, carefully picking her words and putting them out delicately like china.
"Yes," May said. She held the younger girl's delicate hand. "I'm not a Lesbian."
"I'm not either." Judy looked at May and her eyes shone with tears. "It's something that John makes me do. He-likes it. He loves to degrade me that way because he-likes it."
"And Alex," May said. "I know how it is, darling." She petted Judy's hand.
"I like you," Judy said. "I like you a whole lot and it's a lot of fun with you-but it's just that something is missing. It just isn't enough between two women."
May nodded her head. "What's missing is a cock. A nice, thick, long one."
"Yes." Judy nodded her head miserably. "And not John or Alex's or one of their friends. I'm tired of being a sex toy for them to trade around. It isn't right..."
"You, too," May replied with delight. "How wonderful. I thought..."
The two young women looked at each other and their faces broke into broad grins. "I think you're thinking what I'm thinking," May suddenly said.
And Judy kissed her for it.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
May was at home when Alex got home from work. She and Judy had agreed how they were going to handle it. They were going to go along with their husbands-pretend for at least a little while.
But Alex was practically bleached white when he came in the door and dropped his briefcase in the hall. Instead of kissing May, as was his custom, he lurched past her and fumbled a bottle out of the dining room bar and poured himself a large, stiff drink.
"What's wrong?" May asked tensely. She was suddenly afraid that Judy had told John, that something terrible had happened between the two of them.
"It's that Millie woman," Alex gasped. He had stopped shaking. "You know, the one at the party with the big tits. She was playing around with Ned Harmon, one of the men at the last party, and her husband stopped at Harmon's office today and shot them both."
May couldn't repress the sigh of relief. "I thought it was something important."
"Important! What the hell can be more important? Christ, if Harmon's wife talks about the parties we're all ruined. It's bad enough that a city cop is arrested for shooting a lawyer in the city attorney's office who was screwing the guy's wife, but think how much more fun the papers would have with news of a sex ring made up of lawyers and judges. I'd be ruined. Just pray that Harmon's wife doesn't talk."
"Well, no more orgies, then?" May asked casually.
Alex's hand hadn't completely stopped shaking. "Don't sound so disappointed. There's still Judy and John. But we've got to be careful. They're hushing this ur downtown." Alex poured another drink and the shaking stopped completely as he downed it. "Everything," he said reassuringly, "is going to be all right. All right."
Alex kept up his drinking and when May poured him into bed that night he wasn't interested in her body. He wasn't interested in anything except sleeping with his nightmares. That was all right with May. It fit into her and Judy's plans perfectly. If Alex was scared shitless, it didn't mean that the two of them should be worried. Not at all.
After Alex left for the office, May called Judy to see if they were still going to do it. Or if they should forget about their plan. She was hesitant.
"What for?" Judy demanded over the phone. "They've had their fun all along so why shouldn't we have ours? Let them worry about it," she said with a satisfied voice.
Indeed, May agreed, let them worry about it all by themselves...
Hurriedly, she dressed in a tight, stretchy dress that showed off her best assets. She had admired the way Judy looked so much the day before that she wore a summery double knit beige that clung to her curves like paint. She considered panties. But they would have destroyed the effect-and anyway, she wanted him panting like a steam engine and there was one sure way of doing that.
For a long time she checked herself in the mirror. The dress stretched beautifully over her full breasts. They were perhaps a trifle full to get by without a bra-but they didn't really sag. They just made lovely hills of quivery flesh topped by thick, blunt nipples that stuck out under the material. Looking at them, she couldn't help but think that they were very suckable. Judy had sucked on them and proven it...
Hastily, May tore herself away from her daydreaming. She picked up the telephone and called the cab company.
"That's right," she said, "I want Mr. Polanski to come by for me today again. Yes, I know that you don't usually send a specific driver. Yes. But he was so nice about my not having enough money and lending me the fare ... And I would like to pay it back in person and ... you know ... add a tip. He's such a nice man. And I do need a cab so it would be convenient wouldn't it ... Yes. Thank you."
May hung up the phone on the taxi company dispatcher. She smiled. The woman had promised to send Polanski. Even if it was against the company rules. All she had to do was wait.
May had been fascinated by the book she was reading and only reluctantly put it in her bag when the doorbell rang. She went to the door and smiled when she opened it. It was the well-hung cab driver.
"Hi," he said. His eyes roamed her body boldly. "Ready already. Wouldn't you like me to ... wait for you to get ready?" His smile challenged her and started a thrill in her twat.
All the way across town to John and Judy's she resisted the urging by Polanski to draw her into a leading conversation. She didn't forget to give him an eyeful, however. She let her skirt ride up above her thighs and she knew his eyes were focused on the mirror all the way across town trying to get a clear look at her hot, eager cunt.
When they pulled up in front of Judy's, Polanski seemed disappointed. His eyes never left her big, lush tits and he looked like, he'd like to rape her right there. He pulled down his flag. "That'll be five-twenty-five," he said in a disgusted voice.
May rummaged in her purse. "Oh, dear," she said, all the innocence in her voice that she could muster. "I didn't bring any money." She looked at him sadly.
"Well ... well..." Polanski said, "we could go back to your place to pick it up. I'll help you look..."
"That won't be necessary." May got out of the cab. "Come up to the house with me and I'll borrow it from my girl friend. If you don't mind."
"Hell," Polanski growled. "Who am I to mind?"
May didn't contradict him. She just watched him waddle up to the door, his big hard-on getting in his way in the front of his pants. When she knocked, Judy answered the door on cue. And dressed the way she'd promised the day before.
The dark-haired girl was wearing a shortie nightgown that was translucent and only came to her crotch, barely. Fluffs of black pubic hair popped out at May and the cab driver every time she so much as moved. Her neat, creamy white thighs showed excitingly from under the light blue hem.
It wasn't difficult to convince Polanski to go inside. May didn't even have to push him. He stepped inside the door and then Judy was down on her knees unzipping the front of the cab driver's pants. May pressed her own soft tits against him and covered his lips with hers. Her hot tongue drove almost instantly into his mouth, raping him in a symbolic way. She rubbed eagerly against him and rubbed her hands against his body, unbuttoning his shirt while Judy worked on his trousers. It only took a moment.
Within seconds, they had the cab driver naked. His cock waved practically straight up and his fingers were busy groping under May's skirt and stroking her naked pussy.
May was aware that Judy, from her vantage point on her knees, could watch his fingers playing in her sex hole. It excited the older girl even more. She squirmed. .
But Judy wasn't just watching Polanski's fingers playing in May's hot box. She had unwrapped the cab driver's cock with great care and suddenly she had the end in her hot mouth. Polanski stiffened as she felt it slide into her mouth. And when he looked down and saw Judy's young, beautiful lips close around it, it stiffened even more.
Judy was really turned on by it. Sucking his pecker was only half of it. She was thrilled by the sight of his fingers brushing through May's blonde pubic hair. His fingers were only inches away from her nose as they slipped into May's squishy cunt and began to spread her slick lips wide open. The aroma was exciting to Judy and she even thought about sticking her tongue in her friend's twat immediately. But that wasn't what they'd planned. They'd thought it out and knew exactly what they were going to do.
Tenderly, Judy worked her mouth over the soft, sensitive head of Polanski's stiff prick. The saliva slick crown throbbed and pulsed in her mouth. She ringed it with her lips and stroked it joyfully with her tongue. She even played with the opening in the end and suspected that she tasted the old flavor of urine that had dried there.
Slowly she speeded up her movements. Her head bobbed up and down and she deliberately stroked the cab driver's virile cock deeper and deeper into her throat. She was trying to swallow it. She wanted all of it, every inch.
A drop of semen gathered at the very top. Her tongue licked it off and she savored the flavor. She used her hand to stroke it. Up and down, up and down she worked the skin while her lips pulled and sucked at the top.
She knew that she was getting to him. His hips moved and his fingers in May's slit were getting wild. They moved faster and faster, milking her hot slit. They squeezed desperately at May's hard little nubbin of flesh that was her clitoris.
Judy was willing to bet May was getting wild. Just wild enough. It felt good to be sucking a man's cock, filling her mouth with it. It was better than just cunt sucking.
Her tongue stroked up the thick flesh rod. She even licked her own fingers where she held his stiff staff. She cuddled her cheek against his prick and when she looked up at Polanski, she tried to make herself look ten years old. Some men, she knew, liked that.
And then, when he was so hot he, was threatening to spurt, she pulled away from him.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
At the exact same moment, May pulled away from Polanski. She reached behind herself and undid her dress and then pulled it over her head leaving her magnificent body just as naked as the cab driver's. She turned and walked away from him. She knew he was watching the movement of her rounded ass cheeks, the rubbing her of cunt lips together as she walked. Her labia were swollen and congested with sexual desire.
"Wha ... where are you going?" He asked, his mouth open, his prick still stiff.
May ignored him. She and Judy had already decided. Smoothly she lay on her back on the living room couch. Judy followed her and got on top in sixty-nine position.
May looked at Polanski. "Come on," she said. "Get with it. Get with it."
Polanski stood stunned and watched as she lifted her head and began to lick Judy's sweet twat. At the same time, Judy was rooting with her tongue in May's own furrow.
"Come on," May said impatiently. "Are you going to come over here and fuck this cunt or aren't you?" She punctuated her question by sticking her pink tongue hard up Judy's girlish twat and making her squirm her ass like mad.
Polanski didn't need a whole lot of invitation. He hurried to the couch holding his stiff cock from bobbing too wildly with his hand. Quickly he dropped to his knees behind Judy's butt and leaned forward.
It was the moment May had been waiting for. Her tongue flashed up hard and hot and stroked the long underside from his bullet-shaped red head to his soft balls.
Polanski groaned and clutched Judy's hips with a hard grip.
He was frozen there, his fingers wrapped around Judy's tits as May licked first the girl's gaping slit and then his throbbing pecker. Back and forth her tongue swept, collecting first his semen taste and then her cunt flavor. The tastes mingled in her mouth and the more she licked the more she wanted to lick.
May was already riding a cloud of ecstatic feeling. Judy's hot, humid tongue was scooping the nectar out of her own sex nest. The girl sucked on her clitoris and muff dived deep into her well. She had a big tongue for such a small girl and May felt herself impaled again and again on that fleshy spear.
She kept it up until May's crotch was a writhing mass of feeling. She was sexually lighted up and her cunt lips were feeling swollen. Then she used her hands and guided the end of the cab driver's cock into Judy's waiting cunt.
She wasn't sure at first it was going to fit. Polanski was so big, and Judy was so small it seemed impossible. May had warned the girl about the size of the cab driver's cock, but that had only made her more determined. She said she wanted it.
But now, at close range, her eyes were only inches away, May didn't see how it was possible. The huge, male prick pushed forward into the sex slit of the lithe girl and May could see it stretching and stretching until it was all the way open. And still there was more cock to force its way between her pussy lips.
May licked it. Her tongue stroked Judy's clitoris and the girl wiggled her butt in appreciation, causing Polanski's cock to slip a fraction of an inch deeper. Then May's tongue was on the wrinkled flesh of the cab driver's cock. Feverishly May licked. Making it slipperier. Her tongue probed at the hillocks of flesh displaced by Polanski's cock and Judy groaned, a deep, heartfelt sob of pleasure.
May didn't have to worry about the girl. She was enjoying the penetration of the huge cock.
She raised her own cunt up for Judy's tongue. It was a pallid imitation now of what it had been. May wanted that thick, lovely cock crammed all the way up her love tunnel too. She needed something more substantial than a tongue, no matter how good it was.
And then Polanski wouldn't hold back. His fingers clenched down on Judy's tits, making the girl cry out. He started moving his hips and in the cramped space under Judy's spread thighs, May was able to watch his thick pole digging in and out of the girl's beautiful twat. In and out. In and out. The smooth sliding of his slippery flesh in and out of her cunt was hypnotic and erotic. May kept getting hotter and hotter. She couldn't resist licking at the joined organs. She sucked at them getting the combined residue of their two juices.
Harder and harder Polanski pounded into Judy's cunt. He was wild. His cock swelled bigger and bigger and plunged heavily into her slot with a strong slapping sound.
May knew they were going to come. She was rising with the two of them. Judy was pushing back. She was impaling her tender cunt lips as hard as she could on his projecting spike.
"Oh, God," she cried. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee."
She heaved back and Polanski buried his cock to the hilt in her greedy twat. May lifted her head and opened her mouth wide. She swallowed her his balls into her mouth and quivered at the excitement of feeling them in her mouth as they tightened. Her hot saliva hastened their activity and Polanski was roaring and grunting and crying out that he was coming too.
His balls jerked in May's mouth and then his cock was jerking and spasming too. Judy pulled forward as they had agreed she'd do and his prick came out of her sex pocket spewing white, hot goo. It splattered across her face and then May was sucking the end, drinking it down her spasming throat and she felt her own climax rising to a peak.
As the flow of juice ceased from the cab driver's cock, she stuck her tongue in Judy's gaping cunt and began to eat it out, sucking out the mingled, runny juices in her ravaged twat.
Judy moaned and cried out and wiggled her hips while May's tongue probed her hole. And then Judy dipped her own head and sucked on May's clitoris and the older girl felt her own crotch exploding into a forest fire of passion.
May clung to Polanski's pecker and stripped it dry in her own throes of coming. Droplets of hot semen shot out and struck her breasts and face and finished bathing her in his hot come.
Judy had shifted the focus of her attack. Her tongue had slid out of May's slit and around to her sensitive ass-hole.
"Ahhhhhhmmmmmm," May groaned, cramming her mouth with Polanski's limpid cock as she felt Judy's tongue slipping into her rear hole. It was too much for her to stand. She sucked and sucked feverishly until Polanski was begging her to stop. She was rising in a pillar of smoke, happy that she had come with her friends as her climax tied her cunt in knots and her ass-hole writhed around Judy's tongue.
May laid back, finally, and Judy collapsed on top of her. Polanski sat disjointed on the couch.
"Jesus, what did you do to me?" Polanski groaned.
May and Judy sorted themselves out and sat up on the couch and Polanski, despite himself, felt his pecker getting hard again. They were both a pair of naked beauties and they both wore a satisfied, just-fucked look that turned him on.
"Now," May said, "we're going to do it again with Judy on the bottom this time." She stroked Polanski's cock and looked directly at him and said sweetly, "except this time you stick it in my ass-hole and really ream me out.
Okay?"
Polanski nodded dumbly. Amazingly, his cock was already up nice and hard. He wanted to rest. He wanted to take a nap and have a beer. But there was no denying that the thing he wanted most right then was to fuck May in her little, tight ass-hole while the other girl sucked on his cock and balls and licked May's cunt.
That was what he wanted and that was what he was going to do if the flesh held out. The spirit was willing, for sure.
He got to his knees behind May's soft, white butt and looked down at Judy's smiling mouth as it came up and stroked his cock. And then, when it was hard enough, he punched it into May's tight, clasping ass-hole and tried to fuck it off ... with help....
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
After Polanski was gone May and Judy showered together and then crawled into bed together.
"He didn't last long," Judy said disappointedly. "I mean, he only came three times."
"Men aren't really very strong, sexually," May pointed out.
They played with each other's naked bodies under the covers, but they felt too well fucked for that to turn them on. At least at that moment. They both silently agreed that whatever they did, it would be more fun with men.
May waited a long time after they stopped talking. Then she said, "I bought a book today."
"It's all about becoming a prostitute. I thought..." May left the sentence unfinished. "Us?"
May nodded. "Us. Maybe just once or twice."
"I don't know if I can do it." Judy had a dubious tone in her voice.
Wordlessly, May fished the book out of her bag and passed it to Judy. Then she was very quiet as she read the passage the girl picked over her shoulder.
"Now, Mary, we have to make a decision on your, uh, application. Girls just don't walk in here and go to work. You have to show us some, uh, references." His voice seemed almost to change, deepening at the prospect of what was surely to come.
This time there was no pretense, no need for it. Mary knew what she was, he had said it in so many words ... a professional. A whore! , She reached in back and unfastened the clasp of her expensive dress.
"You catch on fast, Mary ... let's see what you've got. We only deal in the best."
Mary tried to manage a smile but her lips were trembling so much that it was only a crooked grin of shame and humiliation. She eased the zipper down to-the small of her smooth unblemished back and slipped the dress from one shoulder.
"Here, love ... let me help you with that," Al chuckled, pulling the fabric of her dress down her upper arm as she blushed in embarrassment. A quick final tug and it was free of her arm, and her right breast peeked from beneath the silken garment, her nipple crinkly and soft with fear as the men watched her silently.
She pulled the other side down as well, clutching the dress to her breasts in a futile gesture of fading modesty.
"Now, now ... let's see it all. You haven't got a thing we haven't all seen a thousand times. It's merely business with us, Mary." Al took the front of her dress and pulled it gently but firmly from her hands and lowered it to her waist.
Her breasts stood proud and firm, high on her naked torso, her soft nipples hardening under the cold cruel gaze of the men who were seated around her.
"Nice tits," one of the men spoke finally. "Come over here, baby." She moved closer to him without protest, for he was one of the hard-looking ones she suspected of being dangerous. He squeezed her left breast until she grimaced from the pain.
"Good and firm ... I always liked that in a broad. Can't stand squishy tits. Go ahead, honey, let's see the rest ... the snatch is pretty important too."
Mary felt her cheeks flood with reddish color as her humiliation reached a climax of anguish and shame, but she knew she teas committed ... she had to go on and see this through to its finality, whatever the outcome.
Trembling, she pushed her crumpled dress over her slender girlish hips and along the smooth tapered stems of her legs to the floor. She stepped out of it and laid it over the back of a nearby chair.
She was naked now to the waist, her skin tingling with shame and embarrassment, with just her panty hose and tiny blue panties left. She did not try to conceal her breasts from their eyes now; there seemed little need for it, and her mind was still trying to deal with what the coarse-looking one had said. It was a left-handed compliment, at best, but she knew she was exciting these men, these flesh-dealers who had seen a thousand naked girls like her. And she had to admit, in all truthfulness, that it excited her as well! She could feel it in the atmosphere, as if their body heat had raised the temperature and clouded the room with the vaporous mists of their passion!
"Let me help you again," Al volunteered, and when she glanced down, she saw the bulge along the inside of his trousers, the huge swelling that betrayed his cool exterior. He had a hard-on!
His fingers twisted into the elastic waistband of her pantyhose and he stripped them down her legs like an extra skin, leaving just her sheer baby-blue undies. Her flesh tingled with goose-bumps as she felt the heat of the men's eyes on her near-nakedness.
"Now the panties," Al said anxiously, his eyes wide and white with expectant passion. He grabbed them and yanked them down in one vicious jerk.
"Take it easy!" Mary blurted. "They were four dollars a pair!"
There was a ripple of laughter from the men, and Mary felt even more embarrassed at her silly remark. But now she was utterly and completely naked, her arms folded carelessly across her breasts for lack of a better place to put them. There was no way to cover the sparse wispy fluff of her pubic vee, but she wasn't certain she would if she could ... it was strangely and wickedly exciting having these obviously rich and important men look at her this Way. She was getting a foretaste of what working for Al would be like ... and she wasn't sure but that it might be really enjoyable!
"Bend over that chair-arm, honey," he grinned, his eyes not on her face but on the voluptuous swell of her lusciously-formed tits. "Let's get a look at the box."
Mary obeyed, the blush of shame again in her cheeks. She leaned over the arm and rested her hands on the opposite arm; her breasts dangled over the side and nearly brushed the overstuffed cushion. She felt indescribably vulnerable and humiliated, her naked buttocks stuck out for everyone to see. She felt the rush of chilling air between her thighs as the night breeze tickled the pink pouting lips of her pussy ... until he touched her there and the coolness was replaced with the heat of his eager fingers!
"Ooooohhhh!" she murmured shamefully as his fingers hotly probed between the lips of her vagina. There was a mumble of approval from the others.
"Nice and tight," Al volunteered as his fingers slipped stiffly into the clasping warmth of her vaginal tunnel. She was already moist and hot down there and she was ashamed for him to know it, but it was too late for that kind of worry now.
"Lou ... you want to do the honors. Let's welcome Mary into the organization."
Mary, in all innocence, started to stand up, but Al pushed her down again.
"Just sit tight, baby ... we've just started! The best is yet to come!"
Mary heard someone's zipper open and the rustled sound of fine material being removed from hairy, muscled legs. When she dared to glance over her shoulder, Lou was right behind her ... his cock in his meaty fist!
"Please, not like this, p-please!" she whimpered in shame in spite of herself, but she was not to suffer this anxious fearfulness for long.
"I'll spread 'em for you, Lou. Nice, huh?" the attorney said and Mary cringed as he pulled apart the soft pliant cheeks of her bottom in lewd invitation. A rush of cool air surged between them, followed by the insistent prodding of his cock's bulbous purplish head ... and then he entered her with a lunging thrust that took the breath from her lungs.
"Unnnggghhh! Damn, damn ... it hurts! Take it easy with your big cock, you're hurting me!" she mewled tearfully, but he was like a bull with a load of Spanish fly.
She felt his hands grip her hips and he began to fuck her with deep, punish strokes that seared her cuntal flesh like a red-hot poker. Deep, hard thrusts that speared all the way into her belly. He made no attempt to hold back his onrushing orgasm, for it was obvious how he felt about the young blonde ... she was just a tight, clasping receptacle for his cum, one step up the ladder from jacking-off!
Mary could hear him muttering under his breath, vile Italian-sounding curses that sickened her with their undisguised hatred and disgust. Never had she felt so humiliated, so much a slut, just something for their entertainment. And when he came, the others laughed and jeered, adding immeasurably to her degradation as his fleshy, uncircumcised cock spurted its vile, seething load into her quivering belly.
He pulled it out with an anxious squishing noise, but there was another man to replace him ... they were all going to fuck her! She was going to be gang-banged by this man and his friends!
This one was younger and hung with a cock on him like one of those Cuban dancers she had heard about from old pre-revolution Havana. There was a round of good-natured joking and a long, low appreciative whistle as he took his pants off and gripped the huge penis like the boom of a small sailing dinghy.
"Careful, Anton ... you'll ruin her for anyone else!"
"She'll never be happy with another man when she's had the best!" he taunted coarsely.
Mary cowered helplessly and her naked behind cringed as she felt the huge, mushroom-shaped knob at the head of his immense erection push its way between the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks.
"You put it in, Mary ... show me how you'll do it if we put you to work. We can't have any half-ass work with the kind of clients we send to Al!"
Mary was like a robot, desensitized to their jeers and their vile, coarse language now. She heard and she obeyed ... and that was all that entered her mind. She was like a sex-slave from some medieval harem ... theirs to use or abuse, theirs to fuck and enjoy until they had their fill of her, until her belly sloshed thickly with their mingled jism!
She reached back for it and gasped in astonishment as she discovered her fingers wouldn't close around its hugely thick circumference ... it was as big around as her wrist!
"C'mon, I'm getting tired of waiting, honey. Slip it in and let's see if you're really as tight as Al says."
"Anton, any woman is tight with your dong up her twat!" someone shouted and the others roared their approval, though Mary suspected there was more jealous envy than good-natured kidding.
His entry could not have hurt her more had he shoved his whole, well-muscled forearm up her cunt; she gasped and a scream lodged in her throat and finally escaped her lips as a gurgling moan of unbelievable anguish.
He seemed to fuck her forever, again and again, until the room swam around her and the voices of the men blurred together as one. She fought the urges that his virile erection spawned in her loins at first, but soon there was no way of suppressing them ... she was going out of her mind with wanton lust!
"Aaawww, yes, yes ... Goddamn, yes! Fuck me, fuck me hard!" she blurted finally, her eyes clenched shut and her face masked with shame and revulsion. Her body had betrayed her-again-and she was now a slave to her naked, ravenous passion!
She ground back against him, her teeth biting hurtfully into her lower lip. Suddenly someone lifted her head ... it was Al! He crawled onto the opposite arm of the chair, lifting her face until the cords in her neck stood out and then, and only then, did she realize he was naked from the waist! When he dropped her head, it had to fall on his lap ... and her face crushed against the thick, blue-veined hardness of his prick!
"I like it this way, Mary ... let's see if you can suck cock. A lot of your clients will want it from you, and you've got to be good. A lot of tonguing and licking. Hurry it up, let's see those lips working!"
Blindly obedient now, she opened her lips and her face sank to his hair pelvis, cramming his cock against the back of her throat with such incredible force that she gagged and couldn't breathe until he lifted her head again, this time by the hair.
"Suck it, baby ... suck it real nice and I'll put your sweet ass to work tomorrow! You'll be driving a new car by next month this time ... suck it!"
Mary ovaled her lips around the vile turgid thickness of his cock and began to lick it frantically, as she had learned by now to do. She heard him moan in pleasure and she licked and sucked harder, swirling her tongue around his rigidity and teasing the tiny gland with her tongue tip as Anton thrust hotly into her pussy from behind in deep, punishing strokes that speared into her belly.
She knew she had to impress them, that she had to do her best ... or the job might not be hers. She began to caress Al's bloated balls with her fingertips, lightly trailing her nails over them and milking them lovingly as she ground her naked buttocks back lasciviously onto Anton's skewering, wrist-thick cock.
The other men had left their seats, eager for a better look, and they watched in stunned silence as her pussylips began to ravenously nibble at the thick, blood-swollen shaft of his glistening cock as it slipped in and out of her vagina.
They could see the pink moist flesh of her twat being pulled from her cunt, clinging hotly to the thick pole of his erection, then being stuffed punishingly back into the love-sheath of her pussy.
Suddenly, she began to moan around the gagging thick knob of Al's cock, a low whining moan that started as almost a whisper and swelled into a screaming gasp of rousing ecstasy as her body bucked and writhed in fervent passion.
She ground her ass back frantically, wriggling it around in circles about the cudgel-like thickness of the man's erection; he felt her pussy flower hotly around his cock and her love juices flooded him and dribbled down her quivering thighs in lurid streams of girly-cum!
"Unnghh! Y-yes ... harder, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she blurted around his cock, then buried her face in his pubic hair and. sucked like her life depended on it, gulping and milking his prick with the muscles of her ravished throat.
They came almost as one, Anton first, his huge cock like an unleashed fire hose up her twat, spurt after spurt of rich, viscous cum that sloshed hotly into her belly and warmed her like a fresh-cooked meal.
Al was right behind him, his passion triggered by the sight of the big man emptying his load in the young blonde's naked cunt.
"Aaaahhhh!" he sighed as his prick shot its white-hot sperm down her throat in wave after wave of lust-quenching jism. She swallowed it all, gagging and choking, but not a drop spilled from her ovaled lips, and when he withdrew his prick from her lips, she licked it lovingly, cradling it in her hands.
He waited until she looked up at him, her tear-stained eyes reddened, but a thin smile on her lips.
"You got the job, baby ... you got it made."
Judy looked at May. "That's nothing," she said. "I could do that."
"Me too," May said. "Together. As a team. I wouldn't want to do it alone."
"What about our husbands?" Judy looked worried.
"What about them?" May asked. "Even if we get caught, they'll have to get us off. Alex and John couldn't afford to have us tell on them. Alex was sick last night about Harmon. He was scared shitless."
"Will we tell them?" Judy giggled.
May smiled. "You can bet your little cunt," she said. "Whatever we become, I think we can say we owed it all to them..."
