The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, joins the neighborhood mate-traders.
Eva Henry is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
THE WIFE'S BOY LUST-a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The door to Martin Henry's cubbyhole office swung abruptly open. A big, blonde woman pushed her head inside.
"Sorry, I should have knocked, but I'm looking for my husband, you know, Teddy Holman. I'm his wife," Betty Holman said.
"Yes, I know who you are, and no, I haven't seen Mr. Holman," Martin Henry said.
"Don't I know you?" Betty Holman said, stepping inside the stuffy little room.
"We've met a couple of times. I talked to you for a few minutes at the last office party."
"Yeah, I remember, you were with your pretty little wife." She pushed the door closed and sat down in a straight-backed chair, the only furniture besides Martin's desk and chair. "I wonder where the hell Teddy is. He can sure make himself scarce around here."
"I really wouldn't have any idea," Martin said, "I'm not in his department." He grinned, watching the big woman light a cigarette. She was a fine-looking woman, tall, graceful, and very blonde. She had exceptional legs, long and smooth and shapely. She was good-looking, too, and right in her prime at thirty-seven.
Betty crossed her legs, knowing how good they were, and let her skirt ride well up her thighs. She puffed deep on her cigarette, letting the blue haze float from her nostrils. "Shit, I've got to find that man. I forgot my checkbook and I want to buy some booze for a party Friday."
The Holman's parties were legend at Patterson Industries; they were swinging parties, and to be invited meant good fucking for sure. Martin licked his dry lips and stole a glance at the choice flesh showing above Betty Holman's knees. He would give his left nut to be invited. Because Betty Holman's cunt had to be right next to heaven. He felt his cock growing stiff and uncrossed his legs to prevent a cramp.
As if reading his mind, Betty Holman said, "You know, I think I'll invite you and that little mouse you call your wife to one of our parties. We are definitely in need of some new blood, new warm bodies, actually."
Martin colored slightly, not expecting his thoughts to be called. "Well, I don't know if my little mouse would accept. She's not a swinger," he said.
"Are you intimating that our parties are...." Betty said. "Oh, no, no, I didn't mean...."
"I know what you meant, you naughty boy." She fidgeted in her chair, raising her skirt higher. "This damn chair is not the most comfortable in the world, and your little office is hot. I need a drink. Do you have a bottle?"
"No," Martin said.
"You'll never be an executive," Betty said. She got quickly to her feet. "I've got to find Teddy."
Martin jumped up and came around his desk. "I ... I wish I could help you," he stammered.
Betty stubbed her cigarette in the heaped ashtray on Martin's desk. "I wish you could, too," she hissed, stepping up next to him. She slid her arms over his shoulders and pulled him close.
"Why don't you kiss me?" she said.
She didn't wait for Martin and pressed her mouth over his. She had her mouth partly open and let the tip of her tongue tease his lips. She had already been drinking, Martin could taste it. And he could feel her luscious titties as they pressed hard against his sweaty chest. And then he felt her cunt-mound against his crotch. He kissed her hard, his tongue going into her mouth, and let his hands fall to her ass. It felt firm and round, the cleft deep when he let his fingers press in.
"Oh, fuck, I like that," she mumbled into his mouth. She let her hand slide down between their bodies and gripped his cock through his pants. "Nice," she sighed, "I think I want some of that ... soon. Can you talk the little mouse into dropping over Friday evening? You might get home by Sunday."
"Goddamn, yes," he said, figuring he would go alone if Eva wouldn't.
"Don't come alone, though," Betty said, again reading his thoughts. "We want only couples. Teddy has to have someone while you're fucking me."
Martin almost came in his pants. "Of course I'll bring the mouse," he said.
Betty stroked his cock a couple of times and pulled away. "I really have to go and find Teddy. And besides, if I keep playing with your cock you're going to come in your pants." She quickly opened the door and stepped into the hall. "Hope to see you Friday," she said, and was gone.
Martin shoved the door closed and sat down behind his desk, his hand rubbing his aroused cock. He thought of jacking-off, but decided against it. It was his anniversary and Eva and him were going out, to follow with a good fuck. He had to save himself for Eva. It was her good time of the month and she would be expecting his best. They had been married two years. They were still much in love, and the sex was outstanding. He had been with Patterson for two years, also.
Martin Henry loved his wife, and it tore at his innards to think of any other man even touching her, but he had to get into Betty Holman's cunt even if it meant Eva ... no, she wouldn't let old man Holman fuck her even if he did fuck Betty. That wasn't the problem: the problem was getting her to the party. Maybe he would bring home a bottle on Friday and get her a little drunk, or better yet, a whole lot drunk-so drunk she couldn't participate, and he wouldn't have to tell her what kind of a party it was going to be. Yeah, feed her booze until she passed out and then fuck the ass off Betty Holman. He could say Eva got drunk because it was her first party and she was nervous and not his fault she couldn't fuck anyone. He grinned and continued to stroke his big cock.
* * *
Eva Henry lay on her back on the bed, her legs in the air. She pulled her pantyhose over her thighs. It was the perfect night for their anniversary-she was prime, hot to fuck, horny as a two-peckered goat. She sensed that Martin was looking at her and glanced at him standing by the bathroom door. His cock was hard.
"Do you like me like this with my legs up in the air?" she said.
"Yeah, but without the pantyhose. You can't get your legs open." He wrapped his hand around his cock. "He wants you, Eva honey."
"I want it," Eva said. "Shall I pull them off?"
"No, honey, let's save it until after dinner, some good champagne, and some real old-fashioned slow dancing. It'll be even better then."
"I don't know if I can wait," Eva said.
"That's what will make it so good. Do you want me to come over and kiss it?"
"Oh, God, Martin," she said, blushing, "yes, but it will make me come ... I just know it." Eva was twenty-three, just two years younger than Martin, and of the right generation, but she had never been with her generation, not realizing how good sex could be until she met and married Martin. She had been a virgin on her wedding night, a real honest-to-goodness virgin. He had kissed her cunt several times, and then one night actually sucked her off. She had come so hard and found fucking so much better afterwards that she wished he would always do it. He didn't always do it, but she always was willing when he did, even though it still embarrassed her a little. He would do it tonight, she was sure, and tingled with the anticipation. "You can kiss it when get home after dinner."
"You want me to?"
"Yes. Maybe at the front door. I'll just lift my dress and push down my pantyhose and let you do it right there."
Martin grinned, his cock throbbing with excitement. She was getting better all the time, more willing, more exciting. He walked over to the bed and looked at her. She still had both legs up in the air, her pussy-lips pressed together, her thick, brown cunt-hair bulging out in every direction. She was a beautiful young woman with soft brown hair and huge blue eyes, but her full, pouty mouth was what really turned him on. Her lips always seemed to be in a pout, almost as if she was about to suck his cock, though she never had. Maybe tonight she would do it; she certainly seemed hot enough. He imagined pouring his cum between her lips and then had to take his hand away from his cock. He realized that he had never actually asked her to suck him. He'd hinted at it, but never really came out and asked. He wrapped his hand around his bursting prick and pointed it at her. "Give it a kiss, honey. Show my cock how you love me," he said.
Eva sat up, blushing. It was the very thing she had been thinking of, lying there staring at the cock-knob thrusting from his fist. "Do you want me to?"
"Yes," he said quickly.
She bent forward, hesitating for an instant, and then planted a big wet kiss on the gooey hole. "It's all wet," she cried.
"That won't hurt you. Good for you."
"I doubt that," she said, but gave it another kiss.
"Suck it a little, Eva," Martin coaxed.
"Oh, Martin, I...." She stopped in mid-sentence, staring intently at the oozing hole. "It's so wet." Still, she puckered and took the tip between her lips. She sucked for a minute, her mouth tinging with the rich, salty taste of his cum, and then backed off. "Don't come, honey ... I'm not ready for that."
"Okay, I'll control myself, just suck it a little more."
She closed over the tip again, sucking, the taste thrilling her. She kept on until she had the whole uncircumcised head in her mouth. Maybe sometime, not now, but sometime she would let him come, she thought. The idea made her heart flutter, her pussy tingle with excitement. She sucked harder.
But she did stop. She pulled back. "You were going to break your promise, Martin. I told you I'm not quite ready for that."
Martin grinned. "Yeah," he said, "I'm sorry. Let's get dressed and go or we'll never hold out."
"I don't want to hold out," Eva said.
Martin backed off and reached for his shorts on the foot of the bed. "No, we're gonna wait." He wanted to keep her turned on, at bay, wanting it even more than he did. "By the way, I saw Betty Holman today, you know, Teddy Holman's wife. We talked to them at the office party a couple of months ago."
"Yeah, I remember him," she said, sliding her pantyhose into place. "He's a dirty old man. Did you notice the way he looked at me? I felt stark naked."
"Yeah, I noticed," Martin said. "He just likes to ogle pretty young women. Anyway, she invited us to a party at their place Friday night. He's a big wheel at Patterson Industries; it could be a feather in our cap. I'm stagnating in the accounting department."
"A real big feather," Eva said, hooking her brassiere behind her back. "You told me what kind of parties they have."
"I did?"
"Yeah, you did. Do you want some old lecher fucking your wife?"
"Hell, no!" Martin said, almost too loudly. "I ... I guess I forgot."
"Like hell you did," she said, enjoying the tinge of jealousy. "You just want to get in that big blonde's pants."
"I don't, I forgot," Martin protested.
"You'd sacrifice your sweet little wife to roll in the hay with Mrs. Holman? She is sexy."
"That's not true. I wouldn't sacrifice you for anyone. I ... I just ... aw, hell, forget that I said anything."
Eva put her arms around her husband. "I was just teasing you, darling. I know you wouldn't sacrifice me. I'm sure you forgot their reputation. They're just rumors, anyway. You never talked to anyone that actually went ... did you?"
"No, of course not. Let's just forget it."
"I'll go if you want." She kissed him, her tongue playing lightly against his lips. "I'll do anything you want. I love you so much."
"I love you, too, honey. We can talk about it another time."
He kissed her long and hard, congratulating himself all the while. He had handled it beautifully, even if he had forgotten that he had told her about the storied Holman parties. She would believe anything he wanted her to, even that he took her home after she passed out. He thought about fucking the lovely Mrs. Holman and his cock stayed hard.
Eva gripped his prick through his shorts. "Let's do it now, honey, let's ... screw," she gasped.
"Later. We'll cap the evening with a perfect fuck," he said.
Eva blushed. Martin rarely used that word to her, and usually it was because he was angry and was using it to vent stream. "Okay, we'll ... do it then." She couldn't say it, not right out of the blue. Maybe in passion, but not just right out.
She wondered about the Holman party, repulsed, but still tingling at the thought. Martin had jokingly mentioned swinging before. Now maybe he wasn't really joking. Her cunt was puffed with blood, fat and excited, wanting stimulation, any stimulation. Could she actually consider doing it with anyone but Martin? She thought not, but the idea was terribly exciting.
CHAPTER TWO
The Henry's had an elegant dinner at a romantic little restaurant; Eva had lobster and Martin had steak. They usually didn't drink much in the middle of the week, but tonight they had martinis before and champagne after. They went for a drive afterwards to let dinner settle and then went to a bar that had live music during the week; not many did. They both loved to dance and had been to the bar before.
It was a swinging joint and unusually crowded for a Wednesday. They had to sit at the bar. Undaunted, they toasted their undying love and danced cheek to cheek. Eva ordered a whisky sour when they returned to the bar.
"That's just fruit juice, hon, you'll never get drunk on that stuff," Martin said.
"I don't want to get drunk, not tonight," Eva answered.
"I love the way you pout when I say something you don't like."
"I'm not pouting."
"Yes, you are," Martin said. He wondered what her puckered lips would look like with a cock between them-maybe Teddy's while he fucked Betty. "You look so damn sexy when you do that," he said.
"I like to look sexy ... for you," Eva said, puckering her lips. "I really wanted you before we left the house." She remembered that her mother had always told her that lustful thoughts were wicked and ugly, but she was having them now. Her pussy tingled.
"Goddamn, Eva, maybe we should go home right now. I'm getting a hard-on just looking at you."
Eva was wearing a red party dress that was cut above her knees and low on her tits. The high swell of her tits was revealed. She saw his eyes dart down the front of her red party dress. "I developed early and was always a little embarrassed that my tits were larger than most of my friends'. They always stood up, too, kind of like twin peaks." She giggled and downed her drink.
"I'm glad," Martin said.
"So am I ... now. I like it when I turn you on."
"You must like it now, baby, 'cause you're sure as hell turning me on," Martin said.
Eva was turning someone else on, too-Harry and Maggie Magee were sitting in a booth close to the bar watching the happy couple. They had seen them there before and Harry always drooled at the sight of Mrs. Henry.
"Jesus, Mag, look at the way she works her lips at him. And goddamn, she just thrusts out those sweet jugs for him to feel. If she doesn't stop I'm gonna come in my pants," Harry said.
"That's the only place you'll come, sweets. Look at the way she looks at him. She's only got eyes for him. You might as well forget it."
"Maggie, my love, you continually underestimate old Harry's charm. I think that this is the night for me to make my play."
He slid out of the booth and walked over to where Martin and Eva were sitting. He tapped Martin lightly on the shoulder and said, "I noticed you kids over here by yourselves, and thought it would be a lot more comfortable for you if you joined us. We have a booth right over there and I know how sitting at the bar can get to be a real pain. We come here all the time and have seen you kids before."
Martin turned on his seat and looked at Harry Magee. He was a medium-sized guy, fairly good-looking. His hair was already thinning on top making him look older than his thirty-five years. He had a thick, black moustache. Martin curled his lip into a smirk, ready to turn this nervy little bastard off.
"We have lots of room," Harry said. "Just me and the little wife." He turned and jerked his thumb at their booth.
Maggie Magee saw Martin look at her and smiled, giving a little wave with her hand. Maggie Magee was a very buxom young woman with huge, fat tits. Her face was round and chubby, framed with black, short hair. Her lips were full, a deep red, and she had a big dimple in each cheek. Martin could see she was extremely full-bodied-her white sweater at least two sizes too small; her protruding nipples proof that she wore no bra. She had both legs pulled up under her and her skirt was at the middle of her fat thighs.
"Well...." Martin said, "it sure as hell is uncomfortable at the bar." He turned back to Eva. "What do you think, hon?"
"Martin, it's our night," Eva said, "just ours."
"Mag and I will go and dance so we don't intrude. I just hate to see you kids stuck here at the bar." He stuck out his hand. "I'm Harry Magee," he said.
Martin shook his hand. "I'm Martin, and this is Eva."
"Hi, Eva," Harry said.
Eva turned and forced a smile, but she was pouting for real now, not putting on.
"Let's go over and join these nice people, Eva," Harry said. "They'll be dancing and so will we. We aren't going to stay much longer, anyway."
Eva looked shocked and bewildered when Martin pulled her off the bar stool. "It's our anniversary, Martin," she whimpered.
"We'll just have a drink with them and then buzz off," he whispered, pulling her across the floor. "That dress is perfect on you, honey. God, you really look sexy."
"I don't feel sexy, not anymore," she said, but felt better thinking they wouldn't stay long. "Gee, his wife is fat," she whispered.
"This is Maggie," Harry said when they got to the booth. "Mag, this is Martin and Eva."
"Hi, Martin and Eva," Maggie said. She slid her legs out, pushing her skirt even higher. She scooted over, letting her big tits slide along the tabletop. The nipple area showing faintly through her sweater. "There, that makes more room. Slide in here beside me and Harry'll order another round."
Eva saw Martin's eyes bulge out, saw how quickly he slid in beside her. "I still have most of this one," she said sullenly.
Maggie moved her hip just enough to make sure that Martin made contact with her. "This little skirt won't stay down," she giggled, reaching under the table to give it a tug, making sure her hand slid lightly over Martin's leg. She nipped at her lower lip with her teeth, pretending it was an accident, and smiled. When Maggie Magee smiled, her dimples sunk in.
I'd like to stick the tip of my cock in that dimple, Martin thought. She is kind of chubby, but, goddamn, is she ever a sexy fox.
Martin, Maggie, and Harry talked and drank. Eva sulked. She had three full drinks sitting in front of her when Maggie gave Martin a lewd look, put her hand flat on his thigh just inches from his hard cock, and said, "Will you dance with me, Martin? Harry seems glued to his seat."
Martin looked quickly at Eva, who stared icily straight ahead. His prick lurched when he felt Maggie's little finger glide over the head of his cock. "I ... I think I better dance with Eva first," he stammered.
"Go ahead, dance with the ... her," Eva spat out. "I don't want to dance."
Jesus, she is really pissed, Martin thought. I'm really gonna catch it when we get home, but it's too late now and I'm sure not gonna pass this up. "Sure, Maggie, I came to dance," he said.
Harry got up and let them out. Martin moved into the crowd on the floor without looking back at his wife. "I'm really in the doghouse now. Eva is really upset."
"Yes, I noticed," Maggie said, moving into his arms. "I knew it would make her mad, but I wanted to dance with you."
"I wanted to dance with you, too."
The music was slow for a change, perfect for lovers, or loving.
"She's really pissed off, but she'll get over it," Maggie giggled. "I love dancing with big guys."
Martin grinned. He was over six-feet-tall. And he had a big cock, too.
"I like this slow dancing. Hold me tighter, Martin, I want to feel you against me."
Martin pulled her close. Her big, soft tits flattened against his chest. With such big ones, he wondered how she could stand to go braless. She was a big woman all over, bigger than her husband. The smell of her perfume added fuel to his already giddy lust. He had poured down two doubles in quick succession just before they got up to dance, and all his inhibitions had taken wings.
Maggie snuggled close and purred, "Your wife is sure a good-looking young gal."
"Yeah, she's a fox, a real knockout," Martin said.
"Harry noticed that right off. He has an eye for pretty girls."
"He has a good eye."
"That's why he asked you kids over. A choice cunt is what he called her."
Martin stiffened and Maggie realized immediately that she shouldn't have told him that. She could sense his jealousy and decided to step up her pace. She opened her legs wide so his knee would slip in between them. Then she closed her thighs warmly against his leg.
"How old is she?" Maggie asked, lifting her face up to his, her half-open mouth almost touching his lips.
"Twenty-three," Martin gulped.
"So young," Maggie purred.
Then their lips were touching and Maggie's tongue scooted neatly into his mouth. They danced slowly, their lips clinging together, Maggie's tongue sliding in and out. She hugged his thigh between hers, riding hard against him with her cunt.
"It's our second wedding anniversary," he blurted after the kiss.
"Are you having a good time on your second wedding anniversary?" she cooed.
"God, yes," he said, "I am now."
She had both arms around his neck, her voluptuous body pressed against his. His hands slid down her back onto her ass, his fingertips moving into the deep cleft between her cheeks. My God, he thought, she must be stark naked under her dress.
"I really dig you, Martin," she said, feeling the thick head of his cock against her thigh. "I know you kids have only been married a couple of years, but do you swing yet? You know, swap?"
"I've never given it any thought," Martin lied coolly. "And besides, Eva is the one-man type."
"I suspected as much, Martin, but would you like to?"
"With you ... yes," he said. He had her skirt pushed deep in the crack of her ass while she rode hard against his cock.
"I'm sure we can arrange it, honey," she said.
"Eva would never go along, Maggie."
"Harry has some stuff that he could put in her drink that would make her a whole lot more agreeable."
"It would never work, Maggie. She was brought up pretty strict on stuff like that. She was an honest-to-goodness virgin when we got married," he said, feeling guilty that he could even consider doping her. "Besides, how would he get her to drink it? Or haven't you noticed that she hasn't touched her drinks? She is one mad chick; I think she's still on her first drink."
"Harry is good at getting girls to take a drink. For one thing, he could offer a toast to your anniversary; she couldn't turn that down." Maggie dropped one arm from around his neck and squeezed it down between their bodies. She gripped his pecker tightly through his pants. "Jesus, Martin, you really have a nice one. God, you've just got to fuck me."
"How will it affect her?"
"Kind of like booze, make her feel drunk and good, lower the hell out of her inhibitions."
Martin didn't want Harry Magee fooling around with his wife, but he had to have Maggie. His cock was raging to get into this fat, sexy broad. "Would it make her want to drink more, maybe make her so drunk she ... you know, might not be too good?"
Maggie could see his thinking immediately; the Magees had broken in several inexperienced, jealous couples. "Oh, yeah, it could knock her right out. Then poor old Harry would get cheated and you and I would have all the fun," she cooed.
"Let's give it to her," Martin said.
"You wait here and I'll go back and say you went to the restroom. After I give Harry the sign and tell him it's your anniversary. I'll excuse myself for the ladies room. I'll come back and we can dance while Harry gets the stuff in her belly."
Martin watched her go with misgivings. He felt guilty now that she wasn't rubbing his cock any longer. He wondered how he could be such a bastard and went to the bar and ordered a shot. Tossing it down, he ordered another.
When Maggie got close to the booth, she saw that good ole Harry hadn't waited for the high sign. Eva's glasses were all empty and he had his arm around her, gently cupping one of her superb titties. Eva was giggling and leaning against him. Maggie smirked and went back to the dance floor.
Harry had deftly poured a whole vial of his knockout drops into her drink and said, "Why so quiet, Eva?"
"It's our anniversary and I want my husband," she sniffled.
"Your anniversary? My gosh, why didn't someone say so? I don't blame you for one minute for being angry. If I had known, I never would have intruded. It was insensitive of me. How long have you been married?"
"Just two years," Eva said, thinking he really wasn't such a bad guy after all.
"That is just wonderful," Harry said, and picked up the drugged drink and handed it to her. "Here, let's drink a toast to your anniversary and then I'll go and get your husband. I'll dance with Maggie and you kids can have the booth to yourselves."
Eva brightened and took the drink. He really was rather nice.
"To you and Martin, and may you have many more," he said, clinking his glass against hers. "Down the hatch, Eva, and drink it all for good luck."
Eva gamely poured the whole drink down, made a sour face, and dropped the glass onto the table. "That tasted kind of funny," she said.
"It's probably been sitting too long. Let me order you a fresh one."
"Oh, no," she cried, feeling fine, even feeling the drink a little. "That would be wasteful; I still have two more right here in front of me."
Harry grinned. He had given her a pretty heavy dose, but it couldn't be working already. "Well, let's have another toast, then, and get rid of one of those stale drinks."
They clinked glasses again and she drained hers quickly. It made sense when he said they might as well get rid of the last one, too-and down the hatch it went.
"You deserve at least one good drink, Eva. Let me order us one more for luck," Harry said.
"Well ... okay, but just one more." She felt a little fuzzy already and rather enjoyed it.
"Another whiskey sour?" he asked, signaling the waitress.
"No, I feel like living dangerously. Make it bourbon on the rocks ... a double." She looked at Harry and smiled. He really was a nice man, and rather good-looking, maybe even a little sexy. A giddy, happy, excited feeling flashed through her body. It was the same feeling she got when Martin got her a little drunk and all sexed up, like when she was really in the mood for some serious fucking. She didn't understand it, but her cunt tingled hotly between her thighs, beginning to gush hot pussy-juice.
Harry slid closer and put his arm around her shoulder. She looked down at his hand creeping under her arm with misgivings, watched wide-eyed as his big hand cupped her tit. She wanted to tell him to stop; well, maybe she didn't, but she thought she should. Instead, she giggled and put her head on his shoulder.
"We really should go and find Martin," she said.
"Let's have our drink first," suggested Harry.
"Okay. I guess Martin can wait another minute. He's kept me waiting long enough," Eva said.
"He sure has. That was a pretty rotten trick he pulled on you."
"It sure was," Eva agreed. Harry was gently stroking the underside of her tit and her nipple felt hard and excited in her bra.
"I think he just wanted to get my wife alone. She's pretty wild, you know, and a man can tell. "
"Would he do that?"
"Yes, I think he would."
"The dirty bas...."
Harry tilted her face up and kissed her then, his tongue gliding into her half-open mouth. Eva knew she should stop him, but she didn't want to, not quite yet, anyway. She shivered with excitement and moved against him, her hand coming up to his neck to pull his face harder against her. The sucking urge grew strong and she drew hungrily on his tongue. His hand was boldly fondling her tit now and he could feel the hard nipple through her thin bra.
"Oh, Harry, that feels nice. You're ... you're exciting me," she murmured. "Kiss me again, Harry ... with your tongue."
Harry dropped his other hand to her knee and kissed her again. Eva made no move to remove his hand and kissed back, her tongue sliding out to meet his.
Eva had never desired anyone but Martin before, but she was desiring Harry now. She couldn't understand or explain how she felt; she had thought of resisting, knowing she should, but had quickly decided that it would be stupid to resist when it felt so good to let him have his way-because she knew that she wanted him to keep kissing her, keep feeling her tit, even wanted him to keep playing with her legs.
Harry had his hand halfway above her knee feeling between her luscious thighs and they were still kissing when the bar girl brought their drinks.
"Goddamn people don't give a fuck where they make out anymore," the bar girl said, putting their drinks on the table. As if in reply, Eva sighed, "Mmmmmmm, Harry ... darling," and let her legs fall open for his moving hand.
Harry's hand crept upwards, playing lightly against the soft, sensitive flesh between her thighs. And then he was there, his hand softly feeling the lips of her cunt through the crotch of her pantyhose.
"Oh, Harry, I'm so turned on, so ... so hot," Eva gasped, losing herself in the exquisite feeling his fingers were giving to her pussy. She felt the wetness in her hair, her juices flowing like they had never flowed before.
Harry felt the juice through her pantyhose and tried to push the crotch up between her crack, but they were too tight. He put his mouth close to her ear and whispered, "I can't really make you feel good because of these fuckin' pantyhose."
"I wish I hadn't worn them," she said.
"I wish you hadn't, too," Harry said. "Let's see if we can get them off."
Eva finally blushed. "Oh, God, Harry, not here. Someone will see us."
"No one's looking at us, Eva. Besides, it's all under the table and they can't see."
"Goddamn, honey, I don't know." She saw her drink on the table for the first time and picked it up. "I'll raise up a little and you can try and push them down. Push the fuckin' things down, Harry," she said, using a word she had always abhorred. She braced her back against the seat and raised up, putting her glass to her lips.
She drank deeply from the glass, feeling the pantyhose slip down under her ass, and then giggled into the amber liquor. He had them under her ass, tugging with both hands. It wasn't easy, and obvious to anyone who might look in spite of what he had said, but he finally got them down to her knees.
She let herself back to the seat. "Ooooo, shit, that's cold, and now I can't get my legs apart," she said.
"Reach down and take the goddamn things off," Harry said.
She put her glass on the table and pushed them down her legs. Slipping off her shoes, she bent low, her chin almost on the table, and took them off slowly. "The fucking things are off, Harry, and my legs are open again," she said, taking his hand and placing it on her bare thigh. "Kiss me some more, play with me," she sighed, leaning into him.
He pressed his mouth over hers and slid his fingers into her gooey slit, slowly rubbing back and forth across her blood-engorged clit. The tip of one finger slowly entered her cunt.
"Oh, shit, that feels heavenly. Push it in a little deeper, honey, please ... yeah, yeah, oh, goddamn, yes, oh, honey!"
"I have something for you, too, baby," Harry said, taking her hand and resting it on his open fly. "Reach inside, honey, feel what I've got for you."
The knockout drops had worked and she was beyond any control now. Her hand slipped into his pants, found the opening in his shorts, and circled his cock.
"Oh, Jesus, goddamn, Harry," she moaned. Eva had thought all cocks were the same size as Martin's, but there was no comparison to the one she now held. It felt like a ball bat in her hand.
Eva Henry had never been unfaithful to her husband before, even in her thoughts, yet infidelity didn't seem wrong now-it seemed like the only way. She had to have this man, this glorious, huge-cocked man. She drew his cock out, felt the bulbous, rubbery head, the skin halfway down, pushed the foreskin slowly off the head, felt the thick ridge, the deep cleft under it, rolled the skin back up, felt the thick veins throb against her palm. She squirmed, delicious thrills racing through her body, and realized that Harry had two fingers all the way in her cunt.
"Are you thinking of Martin?" Harry quipped.
"Old Martin can go fuck himself, Harry, darling. I want you. I never wanted a man so much in my whole life. Never." She leaned to his ear, her hand sliding up and down on his massive cock. "I want you to fuck me, Harry," she whispered.
"I plan to, Eva. I planned to the minute I saw you walk and sit at the bar. And it won't bother you if Martin fucks Maggie?"
"He can fuek anyone he wants," she said.
Harry grinned, probing steadily in and out of her cunt with his fingers. He liked the way her pussy gripped at his fingers and the way it lubed up so wetly. The potion had really come through this time. It always worked, but usually not as quickly or thoroughly as it had tonight. Of course, he had given her a heavier dose than he usually did, but he had felt it necessary because she seemed such a stubborn case. Evidently he had been wrong and bet she was a lot hotter than her husband suspected. He hoped he could keep up with her.
He had tried the potion himself at first, but quickly gave it up as a bad scene. There were too many complications for a man. It was too stimulating, keeping a guy hard and wanting to fuck long after he was fucked out. It always ended with a raw, sore cock and fatigue, far too debilitating to be worth it. Women seemed to handle it better, though he was sure many had sore pussys the next day, and prolonged use left them horny for days, even weeks. It also left a shitty taste in the mouth the next day and usually a bad hangover, but it was a great high and made fucking the sole desire.
Then, Maggie came up behind Martin standing at the bar and slid her hand between his legs, uncaring that anyone looking would see. She gripped his cock tightly through his pants. "You're soft," she said. "I like you better hard."
Martin turned and asked, "How did it go?"
"Like clockwork, honey, like clockwork. Let's dance so I can get you hard again. When you put it in me, I want it good and hard." She could feel his cock start to grow.
They stepped onto the dance floor and moved into each other's arms, Maggie quickly putting her hand at his crotch again.
"I'm naked under this dress," she said.
"I could tell that," Martin said., His hand slid down over her butt, his fingers pressing the thin dress into the deep crack.
"God, you've got a big one, Martin. I want to feel it inside my cunt so much," she said, knowing it really wasn't that big, but excited at the thought of a new cock. A new cock always thrilled her regardless of its size.
"If your husband's love juice works, you will, baby," Martin boasted, feeling like the greatest stud in the world. "I'm going to ram it so far up your cunt you'll be able to taste it."
"I love that kind of talk, Marty, and Harry's love juice always works," she said, deftly pulling down his zipper. Her hand moved into his shorts.
They danced two sets, Martin running his finger back and forth through the crack of her ass, stretching now and again to get all the way between her legs, and Maggie slowly, expertly pulling on his cock inside his pants. When the music stopped, she stepped back and brazenly zipped up his fly.
"Let's go and see how Harry is making out," she said.
Even though Martin was pretty drunk and hot for Maggie, he filled with jealousy when they approached the booth because Harry Magee was making out just fine-he was cuddled in the corner with Eva and they were necking like crazy. He didn't like the idea of another man messing around with his wife and the muscles tightened visibly in his neck. Fortunately, he couldn't see Eva's hand wrapped tightly around Harry's huge cock, or Harry's fingers deep in her cunt. Maggie slid into the booth first so Martin couldn't sit beside Eva.
Harry and Eva broke their embrace and Eva blushed a little when she looked at Martin. "Hi, honey," she said. "Harry and I were just getting to know each other a little better."
"Yeah, so I noticed," Martin said.
"I have to go and pee, and then I promised to dance with Harry. You don't mind, do you?"
"Uh, no ... go ahead, dance with him," Martin mumbled. His eyes went wide, positive that Harry was zipping up his pants under the table. It couldn't be, not with Eva.
Eva slid out and came around to where Martin was sitting and gave him a quick little peck on the cheek, and then with a drunken giggle took Harry by the hand. "Show me where the little girls room is, honey," she said.
Martin sat dumbfounded, confused and angry. In all the years he had known Eva, she had never shown any inclination for this kind of behavior. "Son of a bitch, I don't belive it," he said.
"Now don't go acting the jealous husband on me," Maggie said.
"How does he do it," Martin gasped. "I've never seen Eva act like that before."
"I told you, honey, he slips this love potion to her and when she drinks it he starts making romantic moves on her. He's more attractive to girls than you think, and with the aid of that stuff he can really make out. If she's afraid her husband might come back and catch them, he tells her that I have him in a corner necking. If that isn't enough, he adds that I never wear panties and I love to have a guy play with my cunt in a public place." She took Martin's hand and pushed it up under her skirt. "Like this," she said. Her cunt was thick with soft hair and it was overly moist. "Finger-fuck me, Martin, get me ready for your nice big cock."
When Martin didn't react the way she wanted, she diverted his attention and put a silvery drop of liquid from a tiny vial in his drink. She had to get him good an turned on and cool his jealousy since he wasn't quite the swinger he had professed to be.
When Harry and Eva returned, Martin and Maggie were wrapped in an embrace, their hands busy under the table.
"If you're through kissing my wife, Martin, I think Eva wants to dance with you," Harry said.
Martin blushed as he stuffed his cock back into his pants ands zipped up. He didn't know what had come over him. Jesus, he wanted to fuck her right there in the booth!
Eva slipped into Martin's arms, sliding her body back and forth against his. "That Harry sure is smooth, and so damn horny. He wouldn't keep his hands off me."
"And of course you tried to stop him," Martin said.
Eva faked a little slap at his cheek. "Of course, silly," she said, giggling, leaning into him. She pressed her cunt against the bulge in his pants. "Damn, Martin, you have a hard-on. Is it for me or ... or for that Maggie person?"
Martin was astounded. He had never seen her like this. He decided he would take her home now and fuck her. Still, he didn't want to pass up a crack at Maggie. "Let's go out in the car and fuck," he said.
"Okay, let's," Eva answered.
When they returned to the booth to take their leave, Harry stood up and grabbed Eva by the hand. "Let's go over to our apartment, kids, this place is too damn noisy. We can have a few drinks and dance there."
"That sounds wonderful," Eva said, slipping her arm around Harry's waist.
For an instant, Martin wanted to grab her by the hair and drag her out of there, but it didn't work out that way-he found himself with Maggie walking behind Harry and Eva. Harry had his arm around her and she was giggling ... when she wasn't leaning up to kiss at his neck and ear. It was the same in the car, Martin and Maggie in the back, Harry and Eva in the front. Eva slid right over to Harry and tilted up her face for a kiss. She got it, a long drawn-out one.
Maggie put her arms around Martin's neck and whispered, "I think little Eva has been putting you on."
"Huh?" Martin answered dumbly, watching his wife neck up a storm with a man she had just met.
"Harry told me that exactly four minutes after she drank the stuff-he always times the responses-he had his hand inside her pantyhose. That's a record, Martin, he never got his hand on a girl's pussy that quick before. And in a very short time more, she took off her pantyhose and had her hand inside Harry's pants. She has got to be a pretty hot little piece of ass to come around that quick with a total stranger."
Martin sat like a stone. Eva had never voluntarily reached into his pants, and they had been married two years. And if he'd tried to feel her up in public ... hell, she'd have killed him. He felt Maggie's hand inside his pants and realized he was so hard his cock felt like it was going to explode.
Maggie hauled out his cock, cupped her palm around the head, and slowly rubbed. "Does that feel good, Martin?" she asked. He nodded dumbly.
As Harry eased the car into the street, Eva turned her head and looked at the two in the back. Her eyes fell to Martin's lap where Maggie was slowly pulling on his prick.
"Do you like to have your cock sucked?" Maggie said loudly.
"God, yes," he gasped, staring directly into his wife's eyes.
Maggie leaned over and blew her hot breath onto his cock. "Does Eva ever suck it for you?"
"No, well, not very much," he gasped.
"Do you want Maggie to suck it?"
"Christ yes, Maggie suck it."
"I don't want you coming, yet, Martin, so don't get too excited. I want you coming in my pussy," she said, and her mouth spiraled down over the head of his cock.
Eva rested her chin on the back of the seat and watched Maggie suck her husband's cock. Hell, she thought, if Maggie can do it, so can I, and she turned in the seat and groped at Harry's fly. She got his cock out and bent over. It was hard to get her head under the wheel, so Harry slid out a little. His cock was all wet and slippery on the end, but she kissed it anyway, kissed it with her thick wet lips.
"Kiss it good, Eva," Harry said. Eva kissed it again, then pushed the foreskin down with her hand and took the knob in her mouth. It was so big it stretched her lips and filled her mouth.
"That's fine, Eva, just hold the head in there and suck. Yeah, and pump at the shaft with your hand. Yeah, like that."
Martin had his eyes closed and didn't see Eva drop from sight, but he heard Harry's shrill voice and his eyes popped open. He couldn't see his wife, but he could hear Harry Magee moaning.
"Christ, yes, Eva, suck it. Damn that feels good. Your little mouth is so wet and soft. Keep going, baby, you really know how to suck," Harry cried.
She's sucking the son-of-a-bitch's cock, Martin thought, and felt himself coming in Maggie's mouth. It made him tingle and jerk as spurt after spurt of thick cum squirted from the end of his cock. It was a good come, the best he could remember in a long time. "Keep sucking," he grunted, each spurt giving him an intense feeling.
Maggie almost gagged at his unexpected climax, but continued sucking, swallowing each gob until she had him drained. She raised her head and chided, "You almost drowned me, you bastard; you weren't supposed to come off yet."
"When I realized Eva was sucking your husband's cock, I couldn't stop" Martin confessed.
"Aw, shit, you're going soft," Maggie moaned, flipping his limp pecker back and forth with her finger.
"Yeah, I can see that," Martin said. "But I don't feel like I usually do after I come. I don't think it would take much to get me interested again."
"Do you want me to give you something that will keep you hot ... and get you hard again?"
"Fuck, yes, keep me horny," Martin said, visions of Harry's cock in his wife's mouth flashing in his head. "She would never do that to me, not really suck it, said it was dirty, would make her sick. And now she's doing it to him, and he says she really knows how. The lying little slut." He was blubbering, almost crying.
Maggie took a little capsule from her purse and pushed it into his mouth. It was the same stuff Eva had had. "Swallow it, don't bite it, it's bitter if you do." Martin swallowed. "That's a good boy. Now get hard for me again." Maggie grabbed his cock and started pulling roughly. "Get hard, you fucking little bastard. I need you hard so you'll come in my pussy," she screamed.
Eva heard the conversation and smiled. She knew what Martin was like once he shot his load. She bet that Harry wouldn't be that way. The salty pre-cum had stopped leaking from his cock and she sensed that he was getting close. It surprised her how much she was enjoying sucking him. She raised up enough to get the thick head from her mouth.
"You're close, I can tell. Do you want me to go ahead? I'll let you come in my mouth," she said.
"No. We're almost home. Sit up and let my cock cool off. I want to fuck you the first time."
Eva sat up. "God, Harry, I want to fuck so bad."
"Yes, I know," Harry said, and pulled into the garage under his apartment building. "Three flights up in the elevator and we're there."
In the elevator, Harry and Eva stood kissing, her hand inside his fly. Martin was hotter than a pistol again and had his hand under her skirt. Maggie had his cock out, pulling slowly on his rock-hard shaft. She held it tightly while they walked down the hall to their apartment.
"Let's all have a quick drink and then fuck," Harry said, unlocking the door.
"Who needs a drink?" Eva cried.
"He probably won't give her any more love potion. She's so hot already, but they'll never get to the bedroom for the first fuck. It'll be on the couch. Wanna watch?" Maggie asked.
"Yes," Martin said.
Harry clinked cubes into four glasses then covered the ice with Scotch. Eva took hers and drained it without stopping for a breath. "There, that's out of the way; let's get on to something else," she said, a lewd smirk on her lips.
Harry took a drink, put the glass down on the coffee table, and kneeled in front of Eva. He looked up into her face while he slowly lifted her skirt, her bare, hairy cunt coming slowly into view. "Hold this up, Eva; I'm going to give you a good kissing," he said.
"Oh, God," Eva moaned, bunching her skirt above her hips.
Harry gripped a cheek in each hand, pulling them apart, and pressed his face between her legs.
Eva moved her feet apart to make herself more open and squealed, "Oh, Harry ... goddamn ... my darling ... feels so good, honey. Do it some more."
Martin stood transfixed. He noticed immediately that she had removed her pantyhose somewhere along the line. He watched Harry eat out his wife, hardly noticing that Maggie had pulled down his pants and shorts and was squatting in front of him. He felt her warm mouth close around his prick and grunted, pushing on in, not taking his eyes from Eva and Harry.
Maggie hadn't intended to suck his cock again, but when it swung free, she couldn't resist. It wasn't as big as her husband's cock and fit into her mouth nicely. And it looked so appetizing, the clear drool bubbling at the hole, the head so crimson and hard. Maggie dearly loved sucking cock. She liked the spongy feel of the head and the way it hardened and the veins swelled along the shaft and the feel of the tube underneath filling with cum and especially the chalky, hot stuff spilling into her mouth.
Harry had his face pressed up tight against Eva's cunt, his tongue sliding in and out, his upper lips riding hard on her clit. Eva had dropped her skirt and was holding his head tightly. She squirmed above him, flitting on the ragged edge of an orgasm, and then he pulled away.
"Oh, darling, don't stop," Eva cried. "I was so close to coming."
"I'm going to fuck you, Eva, right here on the floor. When you come, I want your pussy wrapped around my cock." He got to his feet and slowly undid his belt buckle, and with one motion pushed his pants down his legs and kicked them off. He wasn't wearing any shorts.
Martin gaped at Harry's iron-hard cock wagging in the air. It was unbelievable. He was a much shorter man than Martin, yet his cock was much bigger, maybe twice as big. She won't be able to take it, he thought, it'll split her open. He wondered if maybe he should stop it right now. He didn't stop it, though, because subconsciously he wanted to hear her scream out in pain and beg him to save her. Besides, Maggie's mouth felt too good on his prick to stop her now.
Harry yanked Eva's skirt down her legs and pushed her roughly to the floor. "Open up, baby, Harry is coming in," he said.
Eva, naked from the waist down, spread her legs open and stretched her arms up to him. Harry came down between her legs and Eva quickly got hold of his cock and pressed it to her pussy. The huge head went into her well-oiled cunt and she lifted her ass from the carpet, her knees coming up against his hips.
"Oh, goddamn, Harry, that feels good ... push it on in, give it all to me," she cried.
Harry pushed in, his shaft sinking in inch by inch until the whole thing was buried in her gurgling pussy.
"Harry, darling!" she squealed, "It feels so good, it's wonderful. You're so big, your cock's so big."
"You like it, don't you, baby?" Harry hissed. "You like getting fucked by old stud horse Harry, right?"
"Right!" Eva squealed. "I love it, honey, love it. Oh, goddamn, shit ... fuck meeeee," the horny woman wailed. "I think ... yes, yes, I'm coming already, honey. Awwwwww, fuck, I'm coming! Fuck, fuck, fuck me hard, I'm coming!"
She never talked like that when I fucked her, Martin thought, and came in Maggie's mouth.
Maggie sucked the slime from Martin's prick, and then looked up at him in reproach. "Oh, Martin," she said, "you are incorrigible. Now you'll need another pill, and I hope it works again."
"I don't need it, but I'll have another one anyway," he said, grinning drunkenly. His cock still stood hard; he was still turned, on. "Now I wanna fuck," he said.
Martin watched his wife jerk in the throes of a violent ogasm while Maggie went to her purse for another pill. He washed it down with whiskey.
Harry pulled his cock from Eva's pussy and rose to his knees; he straddled her and moved up until his wet cock was dangling over her face. "I want you to finish me with your mouth, Eva," he said. "Suck my cock until I come."
"Oh, Harry, I don't think...." She glanced quickly at her husband, saw him watching, his cock jutting straight out from his belly, and then looked back at the gaping hole in the end of Harry's huge cock. Her mouth opened.
Harry put the tip against her lips and felt her tiny tongue probe into the leaking hole. He let her tongue taste the salty jism for a moment before pushing the head on into her mouth. He sighed when he felt her lips draw tight around the ridge, knowing she was going to give him a good sucking.
Eva sucked on the head of his cock, wet and slick from her pussy, and felt the tingles in her belly. She found it thrilling to suck another man's cock, even though she had barely sucked Martin's, and knew instantly that she would let him come in her mouth. She wanted him to come, and put her hand around the fat shaft and started sliding back and forth, sucking and licking at the head with her lips and tongue.
"Ahhhh, baby, that's good. Move your hand faster. I'm almost there," Harry cried.
Eva shook her head affirmatively, her hand flying. The big shaft hardened even more and she felt the first wad of slippery slime squirt into her mouth. A knot rolled in her belly and she almost gagged, but fought it off and swallowed, the first thick gob sliding slickly down her throat. She was surprised at how hot it was going down, and then more spewed into her mouth. Squirt, squirt, squirt it came, coating her teeth, clinging to her tongue. She was still on the ragged edge of gagging, but swallowed and kept sucking and pumping. By the time he ran dry, she was enjoying it, wondering why she had been so reluctant in the past. There wasn't much taste, and it gave such a hot sensation going down that it was thrilling, and it obviously was pleasing to the man. Maybe she would do Martin later.
Martin knew that Harry was coming and stared with disbelief. "She told me she wasn't ready for that not three hours ago," he said. His cock was throbbing with desire. He couldn't remember ever being as hard.
Maggie grabbed Martin's hand and dragged him toward the bedroom. "Come on with me before you come again, lover boy. I want to get fucked, too, you know," she said angrily.
They were both naked by the time they reached the bed, and Maggie went quickly onto her back, her legs open. Martin was surprised by the vigor of his cock as he pushed easily into the spread out Maggie. I've already come twice, he thought, those fucking pills really work. He was surprised, too, at how good Maggie felt, her cunt sucking him in inch by inch.
Maggie was a big woman, a big woman with lots of flesh, but she had a small cunt, smaller than Eva's, actually, snugger and tighter with a sucking action that was unbelievable. She was going to bring him off quick in spite of his previous climaxes.
"Aww, fuck, Maggie, I'm gonna come," he squealed.
"Just keep fucking," she cried. "You'll stay hard after all the fuck-juice you've had. I'm gonna fuck your cock clear off."
Martin squirted a dribble of cum but stayed hard. He couldn't believe that he still wanted to fuck. He pounded steadily into her until she jerked wildly, her ass coming up, her cunt engulfing him deliciously. He came again, his whole lower body tingling like a million needles pricked at him. He felt like he was paralyzed from the hips down when he came a third time, and was still jerking in and out when Maggie made it again. He rolled off, then, gasping for breath.
"You fuck pretty good with the right stimulation," Maggie said.
"Oh, shit," Martin gasped.
Martin was still breathing hard when Eva and Harry came in with a bottle. They sat on the bed and gave Maggie a drink. She took a long pull and handed it back to Harry. Harry and Eva each had a gulp. Eva was very drunk.
"Kiss my pussy and make me come, Harry," she said.
"I just did it before we came in," he answered.
"Do it again; I want to come some more. Then you should be hard again and you can fuck me. You've only fucked me once, Harry, and didn't come in my box. I want you to come in my box."
Harry pushed her knees apart and put his face between her soft, pink thighs. She sighed deeply when his tongue eased into her hole. It felt so good; she loved fucking his face. It was only fair after she sucked his cock so good. She let the luscious feeling seep through her, her hand finding her husband's cock.
"Martin, honey, you're hard," she said. "Haven't you fucked Maggie yet?"
"He sure as hell has," Maggie answered. "He made me come twice and he's shot off five times."
"He can't do that," Eva squealed.
"He did," Maggie snapped.
"Oh, my God, Harry, that's good; keep your tongue right there," Eva said, not caring what Martin did or didn't do. "Honeeee, so nice, feels so nice." She had her head thrown back and was gasping for breath, her hips bucking to press her cunt against his sucking lips. "Goddamn, gonna come again! Oh, Jesus, yeah ... I'm coming! Oh, hell, even better than last time."
Martin was watching her contorted face, listening to little squeals of pleasure. His cock throbbed against her palm, now just lying loose under his prick. He wanted to fuck her in the worst way.
"Harry, I want you to fuck me now," Eva cried. "I want you to fuck me and come."
Before Martin could protest or assert his rights, Harry was on top of her, his cock already pushing in.
"Harry, my darling, so good. Your cock is so big, give it to me, fuck me hard. I want you to come inside me."
Maggie rolled on top of Martin and pressed his cock to her hole. He was good and hard and went right in. The two couples lay side by side fucking hard, eveyrone pressing desperately for another come.
Eva came first with a throaty grunt, jerking up against her thrusting partner. "Awwww shit, Harry, I'm coming again! You're the best fucker in the whole world," she moaned. Her husband could have been miles away instead of lying directly beside her. She just didn't care-fucking and coming were all that mattered.
Maggie was sitting up on top of Martin, his cock all the way inside her. She particularly liked fucking with another couple present. Eva's cries and grunts stimulated her, especially knowing that it was her Harry giving the broad her jollies. She was sure of another good come in this position even if Martin came immediately, because he would stay hard, drugged like he was, and she wasn't about to get off.
Martin did come the moment he heard Eva squealing with pleasure. His eyes bugged out at the intensity of his orgasm, each one seeming stronger than the one before. He was sure it was going to kill him, but he didn't care and shoved up into the bouncing Maggie. It was important now that he brought her off again.
Eva and Harry were lying on their sides now, tongue-kissing, while Harry continued to fuck. Eva was moaning softly, the feeling still exquisite. "Go ahead and come, Harry, come inside me, fill me with your lovely stuff," she purred. Harry grunted in the affirmative and shot a thick wad of cum into her cunt. He kept pumping until his nuts were drained.
Maggie was coming, too, and when the feeling started to subside, rolled off. She lay on her back in happy contentment. Harry had pulled out, the evening finished for him and Maggie. It was a completely successful night of fucking and sucking.
"We better call it a night," he said. "Get dressed and I'll drive you back to your car."
When they got down to the garage, Harry said, "Why don't you kids get in the back seat. After all, it is your anniversary."
"You couldn't tell by looking," Martin growled.
"It's not anymore, it's after midnight," Eva said gaily, "but I better sit down somewhere before I fall down. Fuck, I really am drunk." She was leaning heavily on Harry.
Martin crawled in the back and Harry helped Eva in beside her husband. He smiled as he walked around the car to the driver's side. The evening had been a smashing success. Eva would feel like hell in the morning and have many regrets, but she would come around again in a few days and furnish old Harry and Maggie with a lot of thrills.
In the back seat, Eva pressed against Martin, wetly kissing his neck. She got his pants unzipped and groped inside. "Your prick feels good, honey, want me to suck it?"
"I saw you suck Harry's cock and take his load in your mouth," Martin said sullenly.
"Yes, I liked it, too," she said without shame. "If you can come again, I'll take your load in my mouth."
Martin wanted to protest, to be angry with her, but he wanted her to suck his cock worse and pushed her head down into his lap. He felt her lips close around the head of his cock and he moaned. She sucked eagerly, her tongue lolling wetly against the backside of his cock-head while her hand moved steadily up and down on the shaft. He couldn't believe it possible, but he was going to come again. He looked up, saw Harry leaning against the seat watching, and came in her mouth. There wasn't much, just enough for Eva to get a taste. She wanted more and kept sucking, but no more would come.
"Your anniversary blow-job," Harry said with a smirk. "She has a good mouth for it."
Martin wanted to punch him in the mouth, but he didn't. He got out, pulling Eva with him. "Thanks for nothing," he said, and opened his car door. His cock still poked from the front of his pants.
Eva slid close to him, her hand wandering quickly to his crotch. She gripped his cock in her hand. "Jesus, Martin, you're still hard!" she exclaimed.
Martin started the car and said, "Yeah, we were drugged."
"What do you mean, drugged?"
"Those perverts gave us an aphrodisiac, you know, a sex stimulant. My cock is already sore, but it won't go down."
"I like it hard," Eva said. "Hurry and get home, I want you to fuck me. I need a fuck so bad."
"See what I mean? We're drugged; you don't talk and act like this."
"I don't care what we are, I've never felt so good or enjoyed fucking so much before."
Martin pulled into their drive and killed the engine. "Let's do it in the car," Eva said. "No," Martin said.
They got out and Eva lifted her skirt, revealing her cunt. "I'll lean against the car and you can fuck me right here," she said.
"No," Martin said.
Once inside the house, though, Eva could not be put off. She slumped to the floor and pulled Martin down with her. "Fuck me, Martin, fuck me here on the floor." She had her skirt up over her hips and was already guiding him in.
Martin felt his cock slide into her slippery pussy and started fucking. She felt good, his cock sliding in all the way. He fucked slow, thrusting in all the way and then pulling almost out.
"Ummmm, that feels good. Keep doing it just like that, Martin. Fuck me all night long, make me come and come and come," Eva sighed, her long legs coming up over his back.
"You're not as tight as Maggie," he said.
"Your cock isn't as big as Harry's," she countered.
They continued like this for a long time, fucking steadily, until Eva finally went stiff, her ass coming up off the floor. "Oh, god-fucking-damn, I'm coming," she cried.
"Me, too," Martin said with a grunt, shoving his prick all the way in.
Martin pulled out and let his cock drip a few watery drops of cum onto her hair. "Let's go up to bed," he said.
"Okay," Eva answered, "and you can fuck me again. I want to go to sleep with your pecker in my pussy."
CHAPTER THREE
Martin awakened the next morning with a terrible hangover, but worse, much worse, his cock felt like a piece of raw hamburger; it hurt every time he moved. He recalled Harry driving them to where their car was parked and Eva sucking him off, but driving on home was a blank. He did remember fucking her on the floor in front of the door. But after that, nothing. He showered, dressed, and had coffee without waking his wife.
Eva didn't get up until noon, and she felt awful. Her head was splitting and her pussy hurt. Worse than that, though, she felt angry and guilty over the night before.
Martin struggled through the day torn between jealousy and guilt, especially guilt, since he got a hard-on thinking about last night. It was a relief to have a hard-on, though, because it was the only time that his prick didn't burn. The pain was immense, both in his prick and head, and he couldn't reconcile getting turned on by the thought of Eva getting fucked by another man-it tore him up. He still felt terrible when he got home that night, but if he expected any consolation from Eva, he was badly mistaken. She met him at the door and let him have both barrels.
"You rotten bastard," she yelled, "how could you let those horrible people do that to me?"
"How could I ... honey, they gave me the same stuff they gave you. I couldn't help myself any more than you could."
"Ha! A likely story. I saw that cheap hussy sucking your ... sucking you. And you loved it, don't deny it."
"You weren't exactly hating what that crummy stud was doing to you, kid," he said, his anger growing, "and I saw you suck him off with my own eyes."
Eva ignored his rebuttal. "I almost left you this morning, but I realized you would probably make a beeline to that fat whore for more of the same, and you're not getting off that easy, you ... you monster."
"That's not true, Eva, and you know it. Come on, honey...."
"Don't honey me, you son-of-a-bitch. You're the one that accepted their invitation; I didn't want to. And you're the one that let that horrible man do ... do all those perverted things to me. I feel filthy all over just thinking about it. I think I'm going to be sick." She turned and ran from the room.
When she returned, she wouldn't speak to him, and fixed his supper and ate in silence. She went to bed as soon as the kitchen was cleaned up and locked the bedroom door. Martin slept on the couch. She gave him the silent treatment for a whole week, speaking not one word to him, and when she finally did speak, it was strained and terse. Things slowly came back to normal, however, and after two weeks she acted as if it had never happened, except she still slept with her back to him.
Martin's cock didn't hurt anymore and he was dying for a piece of ass and had even tried to remember where Maggie lived. He couldn't remember, though, and decided it was probably for the best. He was a bastard, and he knew it.
When he came home three weeks after the incident, he felt lousy. He needed relief, relief from his job, from his lingering guilt, but most of all from his forced abstinence. To his complete surprise, Eva met him at the door with a martini in each hand.
"Kiss me, darling, and you can have your martini," she said.
Martin was puzzled; Eva had never met him at the door with a martini before, but it was sure better than what he had been getting for three weeks. He kissed her, smelling the booze strong on her breath and quickly downed his martini. He took the other one from her hand and tossed it down, too.
"Don't be such a pig. There's a whole pitcher full in the other room. You can have all you want," she said.
"I think I need it to catch up with you," he said, completely mystified at her behavior. She usually bitched like hell if he wanted a drink before dinner.
She led him to the couch, removed his coat, losened his tie, and pushed him down. She knelt in front of him and pulled off his shoes. From her kneeling position, she took the pitcher from the coffee table, poured two more, and handed him one.
"You'll have to hurry if you want to catch up with me," she giggled. Eva was already fairly tight.
Martin took it in one gulp and held out his glass for a refill. The glasses were small, but a martini is a martini, and he could feel it already.
Eva crawled up on the couch beside him. "Martin, I'm sorry I was so mean to you," she said.
"I had it coming," he said.
"No, darling, it wasn't your fault at all, and I blew it all out of proportion in my confusion. Kiss me, honey."
"I love you, Eva," he said, and kissed her.
Her lips were moist and warm. They parted slightly and her tongue wormed into his mouth. He felt her hand on the front of his pants, slowly bunching his cock in the cloth.
"Do you really love me?" she whispered in his ear.
"Of course I do. You know that."
"I mean really, really."
"More than anything in the world," Martin said.
"I hope so, darling, because I have a little confession to make." She had his zipper down and her hand inside his pants. "You won't hate me, will you ... when I tell you what I did?"
"Of course not, Eva. You couldn't do anything wrong."
He felt his cock growing in her warm hand, and was completely hard when she finally pulled him out. It was a new experience for her to fondle his cock without any coaxing. He gave a sigh of pleasure when she stroked her hand softly up and down the length of his prick.
"Martin, darling, I...." She kissed his cheek, her lips sliding slowly down over his mouth. "I love you so much, honey. And, well ... the first of the week, I went to that man's-you know, Harry's-house to tell him off."
"You went over there? How did you know where he lived? I sure as hell couldn't remember."
She tightened her grip on his cock. "He ... he had the nerve to call on the phone and I asked him."
Martin felt a burning rage of jealousy. He didn't want to hear what she had to tell him, but he had to know. "Yes, go on," he said.
"Well, anyway," she said, "I went to his place. Shit, I was really furious, honey. I had to tell that horrible man where to go. He was there alone and offered me a drink to placate me; he could see I was mad. Of course, I refused, but I was so angry and nervous and he stayed so calm that I finally agreed to having just one drink, but I told him not to put any of that horrible stuff in it, and he promised that he wouldn't. Oh, Martin, my darling, I'm so ashamed of myself, but he did promise, and I believed him. But after he fucked me he told me he had done it again ... put some of that terrible, terrible stuff in my drink."
"After he fucked you?" Martin screamed, careful not to pull his cock from her hand. "Eva, what have you done to me?"
"It wasn't my fault, Martin, I told you I was drugged again; I couldn't help myself. You know what that stuff does to you." She continued to stroke his cock while she took his whole ear into her mouth and rolled her tongue wetly inside. "Oh, darling, Harry has such a huge cock; it hurt at first."
"How could you, Eva, how could you even go in that house again?" He was so angry he was trembling, but his cock was as hard as it had ever been.
Eva bent down and planted a wet kiss on the end of his cock, sucking the salty stuff leaking from the hole.
"My God, are you drugged now, you bitch?" he screamed with dismay.
"Of course not, silly. I don't need to be drugged to kiss my own husband's cock."
"Kiss my cock?" Martin moaned. "A month ago you would hardly touch it, let alone kiss it. And the language you're using; honey, what's happened to you?"
"I don't know, darling, I don't know," Eva said. "I like kissing it; I want to suck it, and I don't know why. I just do. I'm kind of drunk, but that's not why; I've been drunk before and never felt like this." She looked like she was going to cry, but suddenly brightened with a smile. "I know, it must be the residual effect that Maggie mentioned."
"Residual effect? What the hell is that?" he scoffed.
"Maggie said, when a girl's had as much of Harry's love potion as I've had, it takes several days for the effect to wear off. It must be true, I feel horny all the time."
"After having it twice? That doesn't sound very plausible to me."
Eva gave him a strange look, like, who said it was only twice. She was silent for a moment, and then lifted her skirt up. She was naked underneath. "Martin, honey ... I need some real lovin' ... fuck me in the corner standing up. I jus' love it that way."
"Fuck you? In the corner? Standing up?" Martin yelled. "I never did it that way with you. Where did you learn that? Is it the way Harry does it?"
"No, Martin, Harry never did it that way to me, but his friend did. I think I need 'nother martini." She reached for the pitcher.
"No, you've had plenty," Martin said coldly, and knocked her hand away. "What do you mean, his friend? Did Harry have another guy there."
"Not the time I told you about, but the next time he did."
Martin jumped up and grabbed Eva by both wrists and jerked her roughly to her feet. "You mean to tell me that you went to that bastard's place twice?"
"Martin, you're hurting me," Eva cried, trying to wrench free.
"I'll damn well more than hurt you, you filthy little slut!" he screamed, and slapped her hard across the face. He saw the red spot on her cheek and slapped the other side, knocking her back to the couch.
Eva sat and stared up at him, her hand softly rubbing her cheek. Before, she had abhorred the thought of a man hitting her, but now, she found she liked it. It was turning her on even more; her cunt was on fire.
"I knew I shouldn't go back there, but I felt I had to avenge my honor, at least what little I had left. Honest, darling, I thought I was doing the right thing, but I know now that I was wrong." She reached out and took his cock in her hand; he was rock-hard. "I've been naughty; you should spank me. Take me over your knee and whip my ass, whip my bare ass. I have it coming. And then take me standing up; I need it so bad. I've been playing with my cunt all afternoon waiting for you to get home. Whip me, honey, whip me hard and then fuck me ... please, fuck me."
Martin stared at her, his mouth agape. "Jesus Christ," he moaned. "You've gone nuts." He grabbed her wrists again and pulled her to her feet, then sat down and jerked her over his lap. "You want a spanking, you're going to get it."
"Yes, spank me, she hissed. "Here, let me get your cock up against my pussy," she said, and reached under her belly, found his cock, and pressed it to her cunt. "Now spank me."
Martin spanked her bare ass, not too hard at first, but with more intensity with each lick. He discovered he liked it; it was a great catharsis for all that had been bothering him, even things that had nothing to do with Eva or her misconduct. He gave her one to get even with his boss, and one for that bastard that cut him off in the parking lot. Her ass was red by this time and she was crying for him to stop. He finally stopped, sweat covering his forehead, his desire for her at a peak. Getting to his feet, he pushed her across the room. He slammed her into a corner and pushed down his pants. "You want it standing up, bitch? Well, get ready."
"You spanked me too hard," she sobbed. "My ass is on fire."
"You had it coming, and now you're going to get fucked," Martin growled.
"Yeah, you bastard, fuck me," Eva hissed.
Martin stepped up close. Eva put her arms around his neck for support and brought her legs up. It was awkward, and they were both drunk, but his cock went into her slippery cunt and her legs went around his hips. She locked her legs behind his back, impaling him deep, and started hunching.
"Good, good, oh, Jesus, that's good," she moaned.
"Yeah," Martin grunted. "Now tell about Harry's friend, you dirty, cheating little slut."
"Well, that first time it was just Harry there and he put that stuff in my drink and got me all turned on and took me into his bedroom and took off my clothes and fucked me. He had promised not to put any in, but once his prick was inside me, he laughed and bragged about putting it in, anyway. He called me a stupid cunt, an easy mark, and said that he could fuck me anytime he wanted. By this time, I was ready to come and didn't care what he said. Afterwards, we had a couple more drinks and then went at each other sixty-nine. He came real quick in my mouth, and then like a real gentleman, took a long, long time making me come over and over. Goddamn, Martin, he really knows how to eat a girl out. I came on home after that, and ... oooooh, sweet Jesus, that feels good, Martin, you have it in just the right spot. Hunch up harder with your hips. Yeah, yeah, like that, baby, do it hard. Aww, fuck, I'm gonna come in a minute, honey. So good, never felt so good before, your prick is so nice in there."
"Yeah, great," Martin grunted. "I want to hear about his friend now."
"I felt terrible when I got home, honey, I really did. I was guilty and unhappy and I cried all afternoon. It was the first time I ever cheated on you, and it hurt me."
"What about the night of our anniversary?"
"That wasn't cheating. We were both there, both doing it with someone else. You saw me and I saw you; it just doesn't count. The more I thought about it, the madder I got, and I went back the next day, and I was really steaming mad. I was really going to cuss that dirty sonofabitch out. Maggie answered the door this time, and all she had on was a little shortie silk robe, and it was open and showed everything she has, and she has plenty. There was a friend of theirs there, too; I think his name was Brick. That's what they called him, anyway.
"Those shitasses just laughed and made fun of me when I yelled and cussed at them, and by that time, I was so pissed-off and worked up that I really did need a drink when they offered. I made Harry get out a Bible and swear on it that he wouldn't put anything in it. I swear to God that I watched him make the drink and didn't seem him put it in, but he must have because I just stood there after I gulped it down and let Brick lift up my skirt and feel me between my legs, I let him rub back and forth against my cunt and then he pulled down my panties, all the way to the floor. He got on his knees in front of me, and I stepped out of my panties and actually spread my legs so he could get his face in between them. And then I let him suck my cunt right there in front of Maggie and Harry. Martin, honey, I just couldn't control myself anymore, and I came so hard when he pushed his tongue up inside my cunt that I fell down right on top of him. He somehow got his cock out of his pants and had it in me before I knew what he was doing. I let him shove it and straddling him, I fucked for all I was worth. Maggie took Harry's big cock out and started sucking it. God, honey, I was so turned on watching Maggie suck Harry's cock while I lay on Brick pounding his cock in my pussy that ... oh, shit, honey, I ... shove hard, I'm going to come! I'm so close, sweetheart, it's so fucking good ... better'n it's ever been. Awwww, piss, I'm coming, darling, I'm coming so fucking hard!"
Martin should have been completely pissed, but he was at a point that he just didn't care. His climax was all that mattered at the moment, and he shouted, "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, too!" It was the first time since his anniversary and it felt so good, so damn good, that he wished he had some of Harry's fuck juice so he could stay hard and inside her all night.
"Yes, baby, yes," Eva hissed, "I can feel it, I can feel you coming inside me. Ahhh, shit, it feels good!"
He shot wad after wad of thick goo into her and then crumpled to the floor, Eva coming down with him. They lay in a heap, Martin's limp cock lying stickily on his heaving belly.
"Why did you let it come out, you bastard?" Eva wailed, "Brick made me come twice before he took it out."
"What else did they ... did you let them do to you?" Martin said, his voice cold.
"You need another drink first," she said, and got to her feet.
"I sure as hell do," he said, "bring it over here."
She brought him another drink and sat down on the floor beside him. "Well, after Brick sucked my cunt, I was all wet and slippery. He got me in the corner and just shoved his cock all the way in ... oh, I forgot, he'd already had his cock in me on the floor, but he didn't come that way, and really gave me a good fucking in the corner. His cock isn't as big as Harry's, I don't think anybody's is, but it's pretty big, and he got a lot of it in. He made me come twice before he came himself. Then Harry made me get on my hands and knees and took me from behind, doggie fashion. He really got it in that way, and played with my tits while he fucked, and goddamn, did I ever come hard like that. And then, you'll probably hate me for this darling, he made me suck Maggie's cunt. She was lying on the floor all spread out, her legs wide open, and he made me lay on top of her with my face between her legs. I tried to resist, but then Maggie had her mouth on my pussy and her tongue going in and out, so I just clamped my mouth over her big, hairy slit and started sucking. I'm so ashamed now, but it thrilled me to have my mouth on her pussy; it was so hot in there when I ran my tongue in, and she was so wet and sticky. She tasted kind of funny at first, but I was actually liking it after a while. I made her come, too, and she made me come. After that, Brick was hard again and wanted to fuck me. I took the rest of my clothes off and went in on the bed. He just fucked and fucked; I thought he never would come, but he finally did. When I finally got home, my cunt hurt from being used so much."
"You bitch, you filthy whoring bitch, how could you do this to me?" Martin screamed.
"I didn't do anything wrong, darling," Eva said, calmly, "I was drugged, remember. I couldn't help myself. It was just like the night of our anniversary and you were drugged and couldn't stop what happened. Besides, I was still mad at you; not as mad as I had been, but a little mad, though. Then I started thinking about all that had happened and decided to forgive you for putting me through all this."
"You decided to forgive me?" Martin shouted.
"Yes, Martin. After all, everything that has happened is entirely your fault and you know it. I forgave you several days ago, but I wasn't quite ready to let you fuck me, and believe me, the last couple of nights have been hell. Jesus, I was so fucking horny. I jerked off both nights. You'd be surprised how easy it is for a girl to make herself come when she had the hots. It's not as good as having a man, though, or even another woman."
Martin buried his face in his hands, fighting to keep from sobbing. "Jesus, Eva, I should hate you for what you've just told me. I wouldn't believe it if you hadn't told me of yourself. You've turned into a ... hell, I can't even think of any words strong enough to tell what you are. I should kick your ass out of here and never see you again."
Eva got to her feet and pushed her skirt down her long legs, stepping from the puddle of cloth. She went and got a cigarette and lit it, drawing the smoke deep. The liquor in her made her feel good, her belly warm and filled with confidence. She decided to tell him the rest of it while he was a sobbing glob of jelly. It made her feel good to see him hurt so much; he had it coming, the prick.
"But that's not all, Martin; there's one more incident that happened two days ago. Do you want to hear it?"
"Yes, tell me," he cried.
"Okay. I hope you can handle it; it's pretty bad. Well, the next day, that's three days ago, Harry and Brick actually had the nerve to come over here. I thought, what crust these bastards have; what do they think I am? They acted like they owned the place, nosing around the house, and finally settled onto the couch. And you know what, that fucking Harry had the unmitigated gall to ask if I wanted him to put some good old love juice in to get me going. Jesus, it really pissed me off that he could be so sure of himself and I tossed my drink down and made another. And then the strangest urge came over me, I don't know why, darling, I really don't, but I told him to put just a little in. I watched with excitement while he poured some stuff from a little bottle into my drink and I even told him to put in just a smidge more. I'm sorry, darling, but I got so thrilled knowing that I could swallow the mixture and then go off the deep end and let these men do all sorts of dirty things to me. Shit, honey, my cunt was already on fire and I hadn't swallowed a drop."
She reached out and softly fondled Martin's cock while she talked. She could see how shocked he was, but she could also see the lust in his eyes.
"I drank the drink in one gulp, and before the stuff could possibly begin to work I lifted my skirt up so they could see my panties and I danced in front of them. My panties are very sheer and I know they could see the hair bulging. They started clapping and chanting for me to take it off so I peeled off my blouse and while I danced let my bra fall to the floor and let my tits bounce free. It felt so good to exhibit myself like this that I wet my fingers and rubbed my nipples until they stood up hard and wet and shining. Goddamn, I was so worked up, and I could see it was working them up, too. I laughed and danced and told them to take out their pricks. They both unzipped and hauled them out. God, honey, they both have such big cocks, especially Harry. They asked me to come and sit between them, and I knew I shouldn't, but I did, and held a cock in each hand while they sucked my nipples. Honey, honey, you can't imagine how exciting it was to have two men sucking my tits while I pulled on their pricks. I jumped to my feet and stood with my legs apart and held my skirt up and shouted, 'Feel my cunt ... both of you feel my cunt.' I stood there while they played with my legs and my pussy, and then ... oh, God, Martin, I'm almost ashamed to tell you what happened-it's the worst yet."
Martin sat with his mouth hanging open. His cock was hard again and he stared at her hand sliding up and down on the shaft.
"Oh, honey, I know you'll think I was awfully silly, but I got so excited having them rub my pussy that I wet my pants, just peed all over their hands and myself. It soaked my panties and ran down my legs. Both Harry and Brick kept their hands between my legs and let me pee. And then Harry said the funniest thing, he said, 'Goddamn, Eva, I wish you had done it on top of me. The next time you need to piss, do it all over me.' He stood up, pushed me onto the floor, and put his big cock right in my cunt. He didn't take off his clothes or pull down my panties, just jerked the crotch to the side and pushed it in. God, Martin, he really has a big one, and it really felt good. He sure fucked me good, and me all wet and sticky from my own piss."
Eva realized she was getting turned on again; her sordid tale was giving her a new case of hots. She was in love with sex, pure sex, sex for the sake of sex. Martin was going to have a tough time keeping her supplied, and if he didn't, well, she would have to get it elsewhere. She kept stroking Martin's cock; it was good and hard again, and she let her other hand slide between her legs. She knew she should stop talking because she had gone too far already, but she couldn't.
"I loved it, Martin, peeing on their hands, and I wanted to pee again while Harry had his cock in me, but I couldn't. God, I'm gonna have to do it sometime, pee while I come, I mean, just piss and come and piss and come and....
"After Harry came, they took off all my clothes and carried me in and threw me on the bed. By this time, Brick was really raring to go and, wow, did he ever fuck me. He really is good in bed and his cock is nice and big, too. I'm not sure how many times I made it, but I think it was three, or maybe four. Jesus, was I ever turned on. We had a couple more drinks after that and then I sucked them both off before they left. Harry came pretty quick, but it took Brick a long time and I was about ready to quit when he finally squirted all that gooey, wonderful cum in my mouth."
Martin listened as if in a trance. He hated his wife for what she was telling him, yet he wanted her more than he ever had. He wanted to fuck her until she screamed for him to stop. It never dawned on him that there was no way he could accomplish that.
"Let's get naked and have another drink," Eva said. "We can snuggle up on the couch and feel each other up and then fuck again. I just can't seem to get enough fucking."
They stood up and peeled off their clothing, and then went over to the couch. Eva poured two more martinis, and before drinking hers, put it down and dipped the leaking head of Martin's cock in it. She held the glass up and said, "That was for flavor," and tossed it down. She tossed the glass across the room and went to her knees in front of her husband. "I want to suck your cock, Martin," she said, and holding his throbbing meat in her fist, closed her mouth over the head. She sucked avidly, thrilling to the taste of her cunt on his rod.
Martin held her head to his crotch and closed his eyes. "Suck it, you filthy bitch, suck it until I come in your mouth," he gasped.
Eva worked artfully on Martin's cock, proud of her new-found skill. She knew that he liked it, and that made her like it. She also knew that he would give her a reward of thick, milky spunk, and she liked that, too. The thought of a man coming in her mouth would have revolted her a few short weeks ago-now she desired it, craved it. The taste of male spunk was delicious on her palate, and she knew she would never get her fill.
She sensed that he was there and withdrew until her lips were tightly closed over the hole. When the cum spurted, she was more than ready to receive it and drank thirstily, disappointed only that there wasn't more.
Martin's head reeled from the booze, yet he poured himself another. "What else have you done, you pig? I have to know everything," he said. He had decided that he would kill her after she finished her story, perhaps by shoving a butcher knife up her badly soiled cunt.
"That's it, honey, nothing else has happened. I haven't seen them since that day they were here, maybe that's why I need you so bad." She took Martin's hand and put it on her cunt and worked one of his fingers inside. "Finger-fuck me, honey, I want to come again, too."
Martin sat passively while Eva jerked herself off with his finger. When she couldn't quite make it that way, she gave up and finished the martinis, drinking from the pitcher. She passed out trying to get his cock hard again.
Instead of killing her, Martin carried her up to bed, and on the verge of passing out, fucked her. She roused from her alcoholic stupor long enough to orgasm and cry out, "I'm coming, Martin ... ohhhh fuck, it feels so good. If you want to keep me away from other men, you'll have to give me lots of this ... at least until Harry's fuck juice wears off. Goddamn, I love this feeling." She passed out cold, then.
CHAPTER FOUR
Martin went to work with a terrible hangover the next morning. Eva was still asleep, sprawled naked on the bed, and Martin was too disturbed by the night before to wake her.
"I'm going to fuck her so much that she won't be able to think about other men," he told himself on the way to work. But he had misgivings as the day wore on and his resolve weakened. He was completely disoriented most of the day and got chewed out by his boss for a lousy job. Actually, he was worrying about Eva going out with Harry or Brick or some other man, or even with Maggie, and he convinced himself that it all must stop completely. His own part in what had started the whole thing had diminished until he saw himself completely blameless, as being cheated by a loose, ungrateful wife.
When he got home that night, his wife again met him at the door with a pitcher of martinis. She wore a sinfully short skirt, a loose blouse open all the way down the front, and high spike heels, nothing else.
"Have a drink, honey," she said.
"Didn't you get enough last night? I had a hangover all day."
"So did I, but I feel good now. You will, too, after a couple of martinis. I've been waiting for you to get home all day."
"I'll bet. Have you been waiting alone?"
"Of course," Eva snapped.
Martin brushed her hand holding the pitcher aside and went into the next room.
Eva followed him. "What the hell is the matter with you?" she cried.
"It's not what is the matter with me that counts, dear. We have to talk before we do anything. Are you drunk again?"
"I've had a couple of drinks, but I'm sure as hell not drunk."
"I want you cold sober. We'll eat dinner first."
"Dinner isn't ready, so fuck you."
Martin turned and grabbed her wrist and slapped her across the face. "Then get it ready, goddammit, and clean up your foul language!" he snarled.
Eva pulled from his grip, her hand going to her cheek, and she started to cry. She ran to the kitchen screaming, "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" She fixed dinner, though.
After eating without speaking a word, Martin pushed back his chair and lit a cigarette. "You should be sober enough to talk now," he said.
"I wasn't drunk," Eva snapped, her lower lip going out.
"You'd been drinking, and that was enough. I want you to understand completely every word I'm going to say. We can't go on like this, Eva, it has got to stop."
"What do you mean, what has to stop?" She looked puzzled.
"This ... this wild sex orgy. I've gained my senses and I want you to do the same. Now I know you had a lot more of that stuff than I did, but you'll just have to use some willpower. It's probably illegal to use it, anyway. The Magees should be arrested."
"But honey, I'm hot all the time. I need sex."
"You don't need sex anymore than you ever did, you just think you do, and I can give you all you need. Now the first thing you'll do is to promise never to see Harry or Maggie or any of that filthy crowd again. I mean it, baby, otherwise our marriage is at an end."
"You mean you'd divorce me?" Eva gasped.
"That's exactly what I mean."
Eva was crying by this time. "I promise, darling, I promise, don't leave me," she wailed. "But I need to be loved, too. I need some lovin' now. I've been waiting for you all day. You just have to take care of me."
Martin stood up. "I'll take care of you ... at the proper time. Now clean up the kitchen while I read the paper." He took the pitcher of martinis from the counter and poured them down the sink.
"And no more drinking, either."
Eva came over to him. "Anything you say, honey, you're the boss. I'm so ashamed, now give me a kiss and make me feel wanted."
He put his hands to her cheeks and kissed her. He really did love her, but she had to act like a wife is supposed to act. She kissed back, her tongue sliding out, and before he knew what she was up to, she had him unzipped and her hand was inside his pants. His cock went hard inside her warm hand.
"Goddamn, that feels nice, Marty, and it's getting good and hard. I'll lay down and you can fuck me right here on the kitchen floor."
Martin gave her a shove, sending her reeling across the room. "Stop it, stop it, stop it!" he screamed. "From now on I'll make the advances, and no more foul language, none at all. Wives are not supposed to talk and act that way." He turned and left the room.
Eva cleaned the kitchen and then tried to get interested in TV. She found the tube boring, but Martin didn't, and he watched until after eleven. She wondered if he would ever decide it was bedtime. She was glad now that she hadn't told him about calling Harry, or about masturbating twice this afternoon. She was sure that she wouldn't be so much in need if Harry had been home.
Martin finally stretched and went to the television and snapped it off. "Let's turn in," he said with a yawn. Eva eagerly followed him to the bedroom, stripped naked, and jumped into the bed.
"You didn't brush your teeth," Martin said. "And before you get back into bed, put on a gown."
When she had done as he instructed, she got meekly into bed with him. They lay in the dark for a long while before Martin grabbed her tits. He cupped them lightly and then lifted her gown and rolled over on top of her. He was good and hard, and even though there had been such little foreplay, Eva's cunt was ready. He moved in deep with one push. She felt his cock filling her hole and abandoned herself to the coming fuck.
"Oh, my darling, fuck me hard!" she cried, lifting to get him all the way in.
Martin stroked into her maybe a dozen times and started coming. He grunted with pleasure, drained himself with a few quick jabs, and rolled off.
"Martin, not yet," Eva cried. "I didn't come. I want to come ... I need more!"
"No more, Eva," Martin said, and got up and went into the bathroom. When he returned, he got into bed and said, "I warned you about using dirty language. I came as soon as I heard you say it to teach you a lesson. I won't allow that kind of talk in my house. Now go to sleep."
Eva felt completely put down, and in her distress didn't question him. She didn't see that he came because he couldn't hold out, couldn't see that her husband was a bum fuck and was blaming her for his inadequacy. She sobbed softly and tried to sleep, but sleep wouldn't come, and when she was sure he was asleep, she slipped quietly into the bathroom. She sat on the potty and cried. When her cry was over, she thought about jerking off, but the evening had been such a downer that she was no longer in the mood. Besides, Martin wouldn't approve.
The next morning before Martin went to work, he came into the bedroom and pulled Eva from the bed, forcing her onto her knees. He pulled her head back by her hair and demanded that she promise to be an obedient wife, having sex only with him and only when he wanted it, and then only to please his whim, not for herself.
"But Martin, that's unreasonable...." Eva cried.
He held her tightly by the hair and slapped her hard across the side of her face. "That's the way it will be or it won't be at all," he screamed.
"Yes, yes," she sobbed, trying to free herself.
He held her firmly. "Remember this and remember it good," he said. "I'll beat the living shit out of you if you so much as have a dirty thought or utter an obscene word."
She screamed when he lifted her by her hair, and then he let go and hit her in the face, knocking her sprawling to the floor. He left for work without another word.
Eva lay sobbing on the floor. She didn't like it when he hit her, and yet it strangely turned her on. She was hot and she wanted to fuck. She wanted to do as he wanted, and she was now afraid of him, yet her hand lifted up her gown and crept between her legs, and within seconds, she was jerking off furiously. She was near coming when she stopped, gasped for breath, and reached up to her vanity and took a hairbrush in her hand.
Eva looked for a long time at the knobby, wooden handle of the hairbrush, and then wetting her lips with her tongue, pushed the thing deep into her pussy. In and out, in and out she moved the hairbrush handle, faster and faster, her breathing growing ragged, the deep thrill in her bowels spreading through her loins until with a shriek and a shudder she was coming-coming hard and satisfying. It was a most gratifying come, leaving her moaning with pleasure.
She wasn't sure how long she lay there with the prick-like handle in her cunt, but she finally got up and went to the kitchen and made herself coffee. She felt terribly guilty for what she had done and knew that Martin would be terribly displeased with her if he were to find out. She didn't see how he could possibly find out, but had a chilling fear that he would.
She was still drinking coffee and stewing over her plight when the telephone rang. "It's been several days since we saw you, darling, and we miss you," Maggie Magee said. "Why don't you come by after lunch? There'll be a couple of men here and we could have a most exciting afternoon."
"I can't," Eva said.
"That's a shame, honey, or do you have a man of your own there? That wouldn't be so bad ... for you, anyway."
"No, it's not that," Eva said bitterly. "Martin made me promise to never see you again."
"Why in the hell would he do a thing like that?" Maggie said. "Doesn't he want his wife enjoying a little sex now and then? Is he so insecure that he stand any competition? It sounds like the old male double standard to me."
"Martin said that he got over the horrible effects of all the love potion you gave him and thatT had to get over them, too."
Maggie roared with laughter.
"What's so funny?" Eva asked.
"Did the lying bastard really say that?" Maggie answered. "He didn't have enough to do anything but keep him hard, and that was after you were high and raring to go."
"What do you mean, after I was raring to go?"
"He didn't need any to start with. He was so hot from feeling my pussy on the dance floor that he was ready to do anything to get into my pants. Harry didn't attempt to give you a drop until Martin had okayed it and I gave him the high sign from the dance floor."
"Are you lying to me, Maggie?" Eva said coldly.
"Hell, no, I'm not lying," Maggie said. She hadn't been, but she decided to lay it on good and thick while she had Eva going. The poor kid's hubby was a bastard and deserved anything she said about him. "He wanted in my pussy so bad that he said he didn't care who fucked you. He said to tell Harry to dope you up so bad that you wouldn't know what was going on. He said that all he wanted for his anniversary was to fuck me."
"He said that?" Eva cried.
"He sure as hell did, and more. Do you want to hear?"
"No," Eva screamed, her eyes full of tears. "I'll be over after lunch, darling." She slammed the phone down hard.
Eva went to the cupboard for a bottle; a strong drink was what she needed after that, but the liquor was gone, all of it. Martin had taken it with him when he left for work. "The dirty sonofabitch," Eva screamed, "the dirty, rotten, no good mother-fucking sonofabitch." She went to the bedroom and put on her shortest skirt, her tightest blouse, and a pair of heels, and left the house. She went to a liquor store and bought a quart of vodka and then went to the park to drink her lunch. By the time she got to Maggie's two hours later, she was pleasantly drunk.
She rang the bell and heard Maggie yell for her to come on in. She was a little surprised, even after all she had been through, to see Maggie and Brick, both stark naked, fucking up a storm. She stood watching with her mouth hanging open.
"Come in, dear, and close the door," Maggie said, her head lolling off the couch. "Harder, Brick, fuck me harder!"
Eva closed the door and went to a chair. She was seated before she noticed another man standing watching Brick and Maggie fuck. He was older, about sixty or sixty-five, heavyset and almost bald.
What hair he had left was mostly white.
Brick lurched, fucking with short, rapid strokes. "I can't hold off, baby, I'm coming!" he cried, his cum spurting into Maggie's cunt.
"No, no!" Maggie wailed. "Not yet, don't come yet, honey."
Brick drew in and out with long, deliberate strokes, draining his cock, and then pulled out. "Sorry, baby, couldn't help it," he drawled, wiping the last of the leaking white cum into her thick pussy-hair.
After Brick got to his feet, Maggie lay on the couch with her thick legs flopped wide open. "Goddamit, I didn't make it. I need to come. Eva, darling, come over here and put that beautiful face of yours between my legs. Suck me off, honey, make me come big."
"I ... I," Eva stammered.
"Oh, come on, you know you like doing it. I need it so. There's some love juice in that little vial on the bar if you need it. Come suck Maggie's pussy ... please."
Eva stared at Maggie's big gash, the hair wet with Brick's cum. The butterflys in her stomach fluttered wildly. She decided she didn't need any love potion to turn her on. She was already hot and game for some action. She got to her feet and went over to the couch.
"Sit up, Maggie," she said, "and slide your ass out from the couch so I can get at you."
Maggie did as she said, sliding her ass well off the couch, her legs wide apart. Eva sat on the floor, a hand on each of Maggie's knees, and kissed lightly at the insides of Maggie's thighs, working slowly up to her cunt. The smell of sex was strong, almost overpowering. Eva wondered if all cunts smelled so strong, or if it was just because of the good workout she had just had. With her fingers, she spread open Maggie's cunt, and pressed her mouth hard against her gaping, soppy slit. Her whole body tingled with lust and excitement. Her tongue went in the hole, wriggling all the way, and then she felt Brick's thick cum and started sucking. She decided she liked the taste of pussy, especially when it was full of jism. She sucked Brick's slime from Maggie's hole, swallowing as fast as it came out.
"Oh, goddamn, Eva, you do that good," Maggie moaned, her hips writhing, her fat legs closing against Eva's cheeks. "Nip at it with your teeth, just a little, but not hard. Ooooooh, shit ... yeah, like that. Do it, baby, I'm gonna come." Maggie had her hands on Eva's head, pulling her tighter against her cunt. "Aw, fuck a duck, baby, I'm coming ... Maggie's coming! Suck me, suck me, you gorgeous broad!"
Eva kept sucking, her tongue fluttering wildly. She had her hand between her legs now, sliding two fingers back and forth in her slit. She kept going until Maggie finally went limp and sat back with a satisfied leer. She had really brought the fat broad off, and she was proud.
Maggie looked at her for several minutes before she sat up and put her fingertips to Eva's face.
"What happened to you?" she cried, lightly caressing the bruise on Eva's face.
"Martin hit me," Eva said.
"The dirty rat. He's no good, Eva, you shouldn't let him get away with that shit. I sure as hell wouldn't. I'd leave any bastard that would smack me."
"He never did it before."
"You're too beautiful to take that shit. If he did it once, he'll do it again, too."
"He better not," Eva said, feeling suddenly wronged.
Eva sat for a moment longer, and then got up. She looked around and was surprised to see the old man had opened his pants and had his long, thick cock in his hand. He had a magnificent erection, and she noted quickly that his cock was bigger than Martin's or Brick's, almost as big as Harry's. She began to suspect that she had been shortchanged, that Martin's prick was smaller than most, not bigger like he had always told her. She sat down in the chair opposite the old man, glad that she hadn't worn any underwear, and lifted her skirt. She stared at the old guy, her hand sliding down to her cunt.
Maggie jumped up from the couch. "I'll make drinks for everyone," she said, weaving across the room. She was already pretty tight. Her massive tits wobbled crazily as she lurched across the room to the bar.
Eva took the drink from Maggie's hand and put it quickly to her lips. It was strong and tasted good.
She drank slowly, her eyes fastened to the old man. He stared at her cunt, at her finger slowly sliding back and forth, his hand steadily pumping his big cock. Eva smiled at him and drained her glass.
The old man came slowly over to her, and kneeled on the floor. "Would you allow me to do that?" he asked.
Eva lifted her hand from her cunt and let her legs fall wider apart. "Be my guest," she said through alcohol thickened lips, "but only if you use your mouth."
He started kissing at her knees, moving slowly upward, his lips and tongue liberally wetting her thighs.
Eva trembled with excitement as he neared her pussy. She had no idea who he was. He had never been introduced, even, and yet he was going to suck her pussy-and she was going to let him do it. She wanted it. God, how she wanted it.
The insides of her thighs were wet from his spit when he finally reached the pouting lips of her adorable cunt. His coarse tongue moved quickly down the length of her inviting slit, a slit already white with the milk of her impassioned pussy-juice.
She leaned back in the chair and pushed her hairy crotch tight against the old man's open mouth, moaning in a euphoric daze of sexual frenzy. She teetered back and forth on the edge of orgasm, wanting to come, yet wanting to make it last. She held off, tightening her thigh muscles, holding the delightful thrill at bay.
Eva lay in the chair moaning constantly, gripping the side of his head, relaxing a moment, holding his head tight again. He had to be the best she had ever experienced, obviously a well-practiced cunt sucker. She held his bald head, her legs straight out over his shoulders, held rigid to prolong the inevitable end. She really wondered why Martin wanted her to miss all this; he had started it. He was selfish, a callous, selfish bastard.
The old man rolled his tongue deep into her hole and then drew it slowly up until it pressed against her clit, rolling the pea-like bud back and forth. He slid back and forth with pressure, raking at the swollen bud, and then went back to her cunt, tongue-fucking her hole furiously.
Eva almost swooned when he started nipping at her clit with his teeth. Her legs fell over his shoulders, her heels pounding against his back.
"I can't hold it off any longer ... I'm coming!" she screamed. "Oh, Jesus, I'm coming! It's so fucking good." Her eyes rolled back, the lids blinking wildly. "Awww, fuck, it feels so good!"
The old man raised from her crotch and waived his now half-hard cock in her face. "Now you suck me!" he cried.
Almost knocked out from her come, Eva opened her mouth and let him push his cock in. He had a heavy foreskin, but her lips rolled it back as the big thing moved in, baring the huge knob in her mouth. The taste was strong and pungent under the skin. She sucked the thing clean and took more in her mouth. She had the whole head inside when she felt the hot liquid blast into her mouth. He can't be coming so quickly, she thought, he just put it in my mouth. Yet, the hot, slippery slime drained into her mouth, or so she thought. The scalding liquid completely filled her mouth and spilled from her lips, and then she even swallowed some before she realized he was pissing in her mouth. Gagging convulsively, she screamed and pushed him roughly away. Luckily, he was almost finished, but sent one last blast full into her face.
"You horrible old bastard, how dare you do that to me?" she screamed, leaping to her feet. "I should piss all over you, too."
The old man fell to his back on the floor. "Yes, yes, do it to me. Piss on me, Eva!" he cried.
Eva picked up her drink and poured it down in one long swallow in an effort to cleanse her mouth, to erase the taste of his foul piss. She realized then that she had to urinate, her bladder full from the heavy drinking. She stepped over the old man, one foot on each side of his body, raised her skirt high, and let go with a blast of piss. It hit him on the chest, soaking his shirt. She took a step forward and the next stream caught him in the face. His mouth was open so she dropped to her knees and directed the yellow spray directly in. She peed into his mouth for a long time, and when she was finally finished, dropped down, pushing her soaking cunt onto his lips.
"Now suck my cunt, you filthy bastard, make me come again!" she screamed.
The old man sucked ravenously and had her coming within seconds. She grunted with animal pleasure, letting her full weight down onto his face, and ground against him.
Maggie sat back watching Eva's sweet, beautiful face twist with lewd pleasure, watched her grind herself against the open mouth, and felt very proud of her husband's handiwork. Harry had turned this innocent young wife into a true wanton, a cheating wife, maybe even a potential whore.
Eva rolled off the old man and lay panting on the carpet. The old man sat up.
"Get your clothes off, Eva, while I get his cock good and ready for you. He really does deserve a fuck after all the nice things he's done for you," Maggie said. She got up and pushed the old man back down and quickly straddled him, his big cock quickly disappearing into her thick bush.
Eva sat up and watched with fascination while Maggie fucked.
"Get naked, you whore!" Maggie snapped. "I don't want him to come until he's inside you."
Eva quickly peeled off her clothes, suddenly wanting the old man's cock in her bush. When she was naked, Maggie got off and helped the old man to undress. She had him get on top of Eva and with great ceremony guided his cock into her open cunt. She lay down beside the humping couple and started kissing Eva on the neck and ear.
"Does my father's prick feel good?" she whispered.
"Your, your father?" Eva gasped.
"Don't act so surprised, you must have guessed.
He made me play with his prick one day when my mother had gone shopping. I was only ten. He taught me how to jack him off properly, holding his cock tightly while his cum poured out over my little hand. It wasn't long after that before he had me sucking him. He came in my mouth the first time and then held it shut until I swallowed the whole load. He had a huge load back then. I learned to love it." Maggie was terribly excited by this time and moved up until her cunt was beside Eva's head. "Turn your head to me and kiss me," she gasped, "and I'll tell you how my fucking old man deflowered me.
"Ahhhh, that's so nice, little Eva, let your tongue out. Yeah, oooooooh, yeah. My mother had a beautiful party for me on my fourteenth birthday, and while the kids were still there, he took me upstairs to his room and raped me. He had been playing with my cunt for a long time with his big fingers so I was ready. He fucked me regularly after that. Mother caught us one day, but he didn't care. Then one day he started bringing strange men home and had them fuck both Mother and me. She finally left him and one day I tired of his domination and ran away. I liked the fucking, but I didn't need him to get that and I've let my pussy work for me ever since. I did miss his huge cock and when I met Harry I married him. He was the first man that had a bigger cock than Daddy, and he had money, too."
Maggie had one of her fat legs over Eva's head and was pushing her gash hard against her young, wet mouth. "Keep sucking, you horny little bitch ... I'm going to come," she gasped.
Eva was on the verge of coming, too. The old man had such a big one, and he knew how to use it. She could hardly breath with Maggie's big, hairy cunt surrounding her face, but she started to come, anyway. The feeling was fantastic, a wet, sloppy cunt in her face, and a huge, marvelous cock filling her pussy. A really big one felt so good, filling her so completely, and the friction in her pussy was out of this world. She wrapped her arms around fat Maggie, pulling her cunt-flesh tighter over her face, and let the fat cock rush spasm after spasm of pleasure through her twitching pussy.
Maggie fianally had enough and pulled away. She lay on her back beside Eva, her knees in the air. "God, that was good, Eva," she said. "You get better and better. It won't be long until you won't need a man anymore."
"I'll always need a man ... a man with a big prick." She lifted her ass up to meet the old man's thrusts. "Give it to me ... fuck me hard. I've already made it, but it still feels good."
"Aren't you close, Daddy?" Maggie asked.
"Yeah ... about there," the old man grunted. He pumped into her, thrusting his cock as far as it would go. "I'm coming," he gasped. "Oh, Jesus, it really feels good." He milked himself in her cunt, draining his cum deep inside her.
"You'd better think about going, Daddy, Harry will be home soon and you don't want to be here." She turned her head and looked at Eva. "Harry doesn't like Daddy, doesn't want him to see me at all, but he sneaks over sometimes when Harry is gone, and I don't mind because I still like it when he fucks me."
Eva watched the old man dress and leave without saying another word. Maggie was still lying on her back and was almost asleep. She looked over and saw Brick sitting in a chair looking at her. His cock hung over the edge of the chair, limp, but still big.
"Does Harry mind if he comes home and finds you here?" she said to Brick.
"Naw, we're old friends. Besides, Mag needs lots of prick; it keeps her off his back if I fuck her now and then."
Eva took a cigarette from the table and lit up, letting the smoke flow lazily from her half-open mouth. She could feel the sticky goo leaking from her pussy and crossed her legs. When she finished the cigarette, she went over to where Brick was sitting and sat on the rug in front of him. She reached out and took his cock in her hand, and when it didn't respond, leaned forward and slipped it into her mouth.
"You better not do that just now," Brick said.
Eva ignored him, enjoying the feel of his limp prick in her mouth. She moved up on it until she had most of it in her mouth.
"Jesus, lady, you're gonna get it now ... I can't hold it another second," Brick said.
Oh God, Eva thought, it's happening again. But she didn't jerk away this time, even though she knew he wasn't coming because his cock was too soft. She felt the hot, salty stuff squirting into her mouth. She put her hands on his hips and took more of his cock in so it wouldn't spill. He was in deep and the piss spurted into her throat. She held fast, taking all he had.
Brick finally sighed and relaxed, his cock done spurting. He was hardening when Eva backed off and let him fall free.
"That was a filthy thing to do," she said.
"I think you liked it, Eva," Brick said.
"Fuck me, Brick," she said.
"No, you fuck me, Eva," he said. His cock was standing up good and hard and he stretched out in the big chair. "Get on my lap and let your knees go down by the cushions. You can get it all the way in like that."
Eva poised herself on her knees. She took his cock in her hand and guided the thick head to her cunt. When the head was in, she let go of the shaft and let herself down on his hard rod.
"Good, good," she gasped. "Nice cock, fills me completely ... ah, Brick, darling, I like it, I really do." Her knees were sunk deep in the chair and she had his shaft buried to the hilt. She leaned against him, her arms around his neck, and started slowly raising and lowering herself with her thighs. "Urn-mmmm, honey, feels good. Can you last very long like this?"
"No, not very long," he gasped.
"Doesn't matter, I can't either," she said, moving herself faster now. The sensation increased deep in her pussy until the luscious feeling leaped in her belly. "I'm gonna come, Brick, I gonna come!" she screamed, "Come, too ... come with me!" She was jerking wildly on his lap, driving his cock in and out of her cunt as fast as she could.
"Keep fucking, hot pants, I'm almost there," Brick said.
She was back down on him hard, forcing his cock all the way in, which she heard him give a deep sigh. She fucked slower then, milking his long cock, until she could feel the hot stuff squeezing out around the base of his shaft. She had lots of cum in her now, and she slumped heavily onto his lap.
"Ahhhhhhh," she gasped, "short and sweet and hard to beat. Was good, honey, real good."
She snuggled against his lap, keeping him buried to the hilt. His cock was slowly receding, but still filled her cunt-hole completely. She liked the feeling of fullness and the warmth of his wet cock filling her after fucking. It was much nicer than just jerking out, an act that left her feeling cold and empty, an act that Martin was good at.
She finally raised up, Brick's cock slowly sliding free. When it flopped wetly onto his hairy belly, she slid from the chair and got to her feet. She felt light-headed and giddy and almost fell over.
"Shit, I am really drunk. Well-fucked and drunk!" she cried, giggling wildly. She shook her head to clear a few cobwebs and looked around the room. Maggie lay naked on the couch. "Hi, Maggie," she said, and giggled some more.
"Come over here and kiss me, sweetie," Maggie said.
Eva weaved dreamily to the couch, bent over Maggie and kissed her long and hard on the mouth.
"Now the tittie," Maggie said.
Eva dropped to her knees and took a large nipple between her lips. She sucked hard.
"That's marvelous, Eva. Suck the other one. Ooooh, yeah, baby, suck it good, kiss me and lick me ... all over. Oh, honey, work your way all the way down between my legs."
Eva was sure she should be sated, but her body tingled at the thought of going down on Maggie again. She lifted her heavy tits and kissed them wetly, sliding underneath where the salty taste of sweat was rich. She worked slowly, kissing, licking, and nipping her tits thoroughly, and then moved first to one armpit and then the other. Maggie was breathing heavily, soft moans escaping her lips as Eva let her tongue trail down across her belly.
"Oh, yeah, Eva, baby ... keep going, honey ... suck my pussy, kiss it, lick it, suck it good," Maggie gasped, her legs open, the lips of her cunt open and red in the bramble of her thick, curly pussy-hair.
Eva took her time, teasing Maggie's belly-button with her tongue, and kissing lightly all around the hairy fringe. She kissed the inside of Maggie's fleshy thighs, nipped at the hair along the fringe of her cunt, let the tip of her tongue tickle the ridge on each side of her deep slit, and then clamped her mouth hard over her gaping hole.
"Oh, my God, darling, I thought you'd never get there," Maggie sighed, lifting up to push her crotch even tighter to Eva's open mouth.
Eva rolled her tongue and pushed it into Maggie's hole. It was gooey and wet and Eva knew she was tasting Brick's slime. She sucked the stuff up while Maggie writhed in ecstasy.
She stopped abruptly and lifted her face from the soppy slit. "You're about to come, aren't you Maggie?" she said.
"Goddamn, yes, don't stop now."
"I'm going to lie down on the floor. If you want anymore you'll have to straddle me."
Eva rolled onto her back and opened her legs, two fingers gliding into her cunt. She pushed them to the knuckle and slowly finger-fucked herself while she waited for Maggie. She didn't wait long. Maggie was over her on her knees. She reached down and took Eva's head in her hand, pulling it up to her cunt.
"Now suck me off, you little tart!" she cried.
Eva started sucking, realizing it had been more comfortable the other way. She could feel a deep tingle in her belly and worked hard on Maggie's cunt.
Maggie looked down at her, her eyes glazed. She was near a climax. "I'm almost there, darling and I need to pee something fierce ... okay, honey?" she asked. She looked down and could see the yes in Eva's eyes. "Everyone else got to piss in your face," she said, and let it go at the moment her climax started. It was devastating knowing Eva was taking in the golden shower while she orgasmed.
And Eva was just as thrilled, her own come numbing her body with electric thrills. She spread her mouth open and let the piss flow in. God, it was so perverted to let someone piss in your face ... and so exciting.
"Piss ... piss ... piss," Maggie gasped, "so good to piss while you're coming. Take it all, little Eva, I have a gallon!"
Eva sucked until Maggie was through, her fingers ramming in and out of her cunt with animal ferocity. It just seemed she couldn't get enough, couldn't come enough times; she had already come three distinct times since Maggie started flowing, and she was sure she could keep it up as long as the fat broad lasted. But Maggie stopped, dropping Eva's head to the floor with a thump. Maybe it was the thump, maybe not, but Eva suddenly felt disgusted. She felt disgust for Maggie and Brick, for herself, and most of all, at the taste of her mouth. She knew she had gone too far and decided that this would be her last visit to the Magee's.
"I've got to be getting home," she said, and got to her feet.
She managed to get dressed and out of the apartment, leaving Maggie still on the floor and Brick slouched half-asleep in the chair. She leaned against the wall in the hall to keep from falling, her head reeling. "Still a little tight, gotta sober up," she muttered, shaking her head so she could see to the end of the hall.
Somehow, she got home without wrecking the car, took a cold shower, gargled four times with mouthwash, and had supper ready when Martin got home. Martin had stopped for a drink with a guy from the office and was a little tight himself, so he didn't notice that Eva was still half-drunk.
"Double standard bastard," she muttered.
He fell asleep on the couch right after dinner. She left him there and went to bed. He awakened the next morning, cold, stiff-necked, and angry. He showered, shaved and got dressed. Eva was already in the kitchen.
"What are you doing up so early?" he growled.
"I thought I'd get you some breakfast."
He stared at her, wondering what she was up to. No good, he thought, and slapped her hard across the face.
"What's that for?" Eva cried.
"For leaving me on the couch," he said. "And this is because I enjoy slapping you around now and then." He hit her again, knocking her to the floor.
Eva wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked at the red stain on her fingertips. "If you ever hit me again, I'll leave you," she said.
"What?"
"I said, I'll leave you, you sonofabitch. I'll divorce you and take everything you've got. Now get the fuck out of this house and don't come back until you've made up your mind how it's going to be."
"Eva, honey...." Martin whined. "Get out, get out!" she screamed.
Martin left meekly.
Martin came home that night with flowers and apologies. Eva acepted his apology, but refused to fuck him. Martin was no longer sure of himself and not really violent by nature enough to go ahead and beat the shit out of her. He slept on the couch again.
The next night she let him back in her bed but refused to let him touch her. She waited until the lights were out and then slid her hand down between her legs. Goddamn, that feels nice, she thought, sliding her finger back and forth in her deep gash. It delighted her that she could jerk off lying beside him without his knowing. She had an orgasm in a few short minutes and dropped off to sleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
Eva Henry stretched and rolled to her husband's side of the bed, the sheets warm from his body. She told herself that she was happy, that she must be happy because they were getting along again. Martin hadn't hit her since she gave him her ultimatum, and had in fact, been very gentle and sweet. Four weeks had passed since she left Maggie's apartment and she really didn't miss the excitement-not too much. The only time she felt dissatisfied was when she was in particular need and wanted a really good fuck. Martin wasn't a good fuck.
Still half-asleep, Eva was in particular need. Her pussy needed fucking, and she knew it. She could hear Martin singing in the shower and thought of getting in with him, but knew it would be a waste of time because Martin was never in the mood to fuck in the morning. The last time they had fucked was Saturday night, and she tried to recapture that moment of bliss, the exact moment that she came, but that, too, was useless. They had gone out and she had gotten pretty tight, even though she had cut back on her drinking, and Martin had a good erection when she played with him in the car on the way home. He had kept it long enough to stuff it in deep after they got in the house. God, she had really made it good, but not since. Of course, she jerked off every day now, but it wasn't quite the same.
She finally got out of bed, washed her face, and went downt to the kitchen. She lit a cigarette and sat down while the coffee brewed. When it was done, she poured a cup and sipped gingerly at the steaming stuff. It was good, but what she really wanted was a stiff shot of whiskey and an even stiffer prick, preferably in that order.
Martin came into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Morning, honey," he said. "I didn't think you'd be up yet, but since you are, maybe you should run next door."
"Why?" Eva said.
"I was looking out the window and saw Max drive in. He must have taken Nettie to the hospital. You really should go over and see if there is anything you can do."
"At six-thirty in the morning?"
"Yeah, he might want you to watch their kid."
"Goddamn, Martin, the kid's thirteen years old."
"Yeah, but he's not quite right. You know that."
"I'm surprised Nettie's let Max get her pregnant again, and after thirteen years."
"Probably an accident."
"Probably is right. He makes me nervous, never says a word."
"So the kid is a little slow between the ears, all the more reason he needs watching."
"I guess you're right. It's the neighborly thing to do." She drained her cup and got to her feet. "I'll slip on a robe and run over and tell him I'm available if he needs me. He makes me nervous, too. He's a dirty old man."
Martin laughed. "He's only thirty-five or so, maybe forty." He looked at his watch. "Wow, I'm running late. I'll be gone when you get back, so better give us a kiss now."
Eva gave him a kiss and went to the bedroom. Shit, she thought, I don't want to get dressed yet. I'll just slip on my robe and pop over and tell him I'll keep an eye on things. Hell, I really don't want to go over there at all. Nettie doesn't have any business having a kid. She's at least thirty-five and already has one retard. She lit a cigarette and pulled her robe over her skimpy little nightgown. Martin was already gone when she got back to the kitchen, so with a sigh, she left the house.
She went to their back door and tapped lightly on the screen. The door was open and Max was sitting at the kitchen table. He had pulled off his shirt and was drinking a bottle of beer. Max was a big man and he had a big gut, a hairy chest with sagging tits, and he needed a shave.
"It's open," he yelled, wiping his mouth with his arm.
"Hi, Max, did the blessed event arrive?" Eva said.
"Hi, Eva. It sure did. Hauled her ass to the hospital about four. She had the kid at six. A girl this time."
"Hey, that's great. Nettie said she wanted a girl. I thought I might be of help. Anything I can do?"
"Yeah, come on in and sit down. Can I get you a beer?"
Eva went in and sat down. "God, no, not at this time of the morning. Maybe a cup of coffee."
"Ain't got the coffee made yet," Max said. He got up and went to the cupboard. "You really do gatta have a drink with me, new kid and all. I got Scotch, burbon, or vodka."
"Well ... okay, but just a toast. Scotch is fine, with a little water and some ice."
Max opened the bottle and took a glass from the cupboard. He filled the glass half-full. "Try it neat," he said.
"Jesus, you're a hell of a host," Eva said, and took a swallow. It went down hot, but it was what she needed. She took another slug. "How does it feel to be a new father?" she said.
"No different than being an old father," he snorted, and poured her glass full. He dropped heavily into his chair.
Eva took another drink, her eyes on the big guy. He was a repulsive sort, but not completely, and he was already a little drunk. Well, she would just catch up, and she took some more.
Eva caught up quickly, the booze making her giddy and light-headed. She saw him looking hard at her and realized her robe was open. "Oops," she said, giggling, and pulled her robe tight around her neck.
Max drained his bottle. "I was enjoying the view," he said, and belched.
She let go of her robe, suddenly feeling free and very loose. "You shouldn't look at me like that, Max. I'm a married woman." She pushed the front of her robe open. Her nipples wee dark under the thin gown. "I really don't have much on under this robe," she said.
"How much?" Max said.
"Only a little nightie. You can see right through it."
"Not with that robe on," Max said.
"Max, I do believe you're a dirty old man."
"I'm not old," Max said.
Eva lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and laid it in the ashtray. She let the smoke out slowly, stealthily letting her robe fall open. Thrills raced down her spine as she revealed herself. "I think you're trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me," she said, and took a big swallow of Scotch.
"Do you think it will work?" Max said, grinning, his eyes wide.
"Well, I'm already a little drunk." She took another drink and put down the glass. Her robe was open all the way. "It might," she said, and pulled her gown down below her tits. Her heart pounded.
"Jesus Christ," Max said.
"Are you just going to sit there and look?" Eva asked.
Max got to his feet, reached out for her tits. "I always suspected you were easy," he blurted, "but...."
"I am easy," Eva said, and pushed her tits into his hands.
Eva couldn't understand why, but she was so excited she could hardly breathe. Max was fat and ugly and middle-aged; he had always repulsed her in the past and here she was wanting him to play with her, to take her-yes, to fuck her. She turned her face up to take his lips against hers while he mauled her tits.
"Oh, Max, what about poor Nettie?" she said, not really caring one way or the other.
"To hell with Nettie. I want you, Eva."
"Take me," she said softly, and kissed him again.
Max went to his knees in front of her chair. "God, what tits. Nettie's are like fried eggs, even now," he said, and drew a fat nipple into his mouth.
"Suck them, Max," she sighed. "Oooh, feels nice." She held his head against her breasts.
He sucked until they were red and hard, then tugged to get her gown off. She raised up to let him pull it over her hips and down her legs. She dropped back onto the chair and let her legs fall wide open.
"Look at me, Max, ogle me, and...."It thrilled her to have him stare at her pussy. Sherreached down and spread the lips apart. " ... and eat me, honey, suck my cunt."
"Oh, my God," Max groaned, "I never hoped for a minute...." And then his mouth was on her. He clamped to the slit between her legs, his rough tongue sliding deep in her sticky hole.
"Do it rough, Max. I need it ... goddamn, how I need it." She grabbed his head and held his face tight. "Suck my pussy, you fat sonofabitch. Eat me and make me come!" she cried.
He knew what he was doing and he had her on the verge very quickly. She was just starting to come when she saw Max, Jr. standing in the doorway. She gasped, her eyes fixed on his. She pulled Max in tighter. "Oh, fuck, I'm coming, honey!" she cried loudly. "Suck hard, pull it right out of me!"
She bucked against the father's sucking mouth, her eyes locked with the son's eyes. It was a jolting come, a quick, very intense thrill that consumed her for an instant and then was gone. She went limp, her hands falling from his head.
"Oh, fuck a duck, that was good. I came so hard," she sighed.
"It's my turn now, Eva. I'm going to fuck you silly."
"Where, here on the kitchen table?" Eva said. She glanced at the doorway. The boy was gone.
"No, let's go in the bedroom." He was on his feet.
"I haven't seen you yet. Show me what you've got."
She reached out and unzipped his pants. Her hand went inside and came back out with his cock. It was good and hard. Bigger than Martin's, not as big as Brick's or Harry Magee's, but certainly big enough. It was uncircumcised, the skin pulled tight revealing half the head. She held it tight in her fist and pushed the foreskin back.
"You've got a big cock, Max. I like big cocks," she said, and leaned forward.
He moaned when she kissed the eye, moaned louder when his fat salty cock-head slid into her wet mouth. "God, Eva ... oh, God, oh, God, oh, God," he gasped.
She was really sucking now, her tongue sliding back and forth against the underside of his prick. The salty taste was gone.
"Aw, shit, Eva, that feels so good. I ain't had it in over two months, been beating off all that time. Nettie won't suck it, anyway. I love it, feels so good, but don't make me come ... I'm so goddamn close ... gotta fuck you, baby, just gotta. Oh, shit, Eva, feels so great, almost there, stop, stop or I'll squirt in your mouth! Gotta fuck you!"
Eva wanted him to squirt in her mouth, wanted his cum, but she wanted him to fuck her, too, and stopped.
She withdrew from his cock and looked up at him. "I was going to let you come in my mouth," she said.
"Oh, God," Max moaned, "go ahead if you want. I never shot off in a girl's mouth, especially a little dolly's like yours. Go ahead, suck me all the way if you want."
"No, I want you to fuck me. I need it."
"Ain't old Martin fucking you regular?"
"Yeah, regular enough, but I like more than he's got."
"I had a hunch you were a slut, Eva, but Jesus, I never guessed...."
"Are you going to talk all day or fuck me?" she said.
"Let's go in the bedroom, baby."
Her robe remained on the kitchen chair and her gown fell to the floor by the table. She raced to the bedroom, pulled back the covers, and stretched out on her back. She spread her legs and opened her cunt with her fingers.
"Get on, you fat sonofabitch, get on and fuck me," she said.
Max was naked now, his big cock sticking from below his big belly. He was a hairy man, his chest and protruding gut covered with the stuff. His legs were thin and spindly, giving him a comic look, and Eva giggled.
"You won't be laughing in a minute," he snarled, and crawled between her open legs.
She pulled him down with one hand, the other already between his legs. She was wet with desire and guided him to her hole, where he went in with ease.
"Ahhhhh, that feels good," he moaned.
"Yeah, real good," she hissed, lifting her ass to get him deeper. "Get it all in, make me feel even better."
Eva sighed with contentment at the feel of his cock sliding in. She realized how much she needed this, how badly in need she had been. Martin would never be enough, never again; she enjoyed it too much with other men, even fat slobs like Max.
"Yeah, Max, baby, yeah," she moaned. "Good, good, feels so good. Oh, shit, you have a nice cock ... feels so nice in there."
She had both hands around his neck, pulling him close. Her knees went up, and then her legs. She wrapped them over the small of his back and hunched into him hard each time he thrust in. She could feel his balls he was in so deep. She found his mouth and pushed in her tongue. He fucked with a frenzy.
"Slow down!" she cried. "Don't come too quick."
"I'm almost there, baby."
"Stop for a minute. I want it to last."
He stopped, holding his cock almost out, his legs tense to prevent his climax. "Nettie says I last too long."
"Nettie is nuts. I want it to last all day."
"Can't last that long," he said, puffing for breath.
"Let it soak a minute, cool off."
He let his cock slide slowly back in until he was in all the way. He had been very close and could feel his cum leaking in her cunt. He giggled, hoping he knocked her up. He relaxed his legs and felt more cum escape.
"Fuck me some more," she said. "I think I can come with you."
He started stroking again with long hard jabs.
Eva snorted, moving her hips in time with his thrusts. She could feel a delightful thrill starting in her belly. She rolled her head to the side, opened her eyes, and there stood Max, Jr., not two feet away. His eyes were as big as saucers.
"Max!" Eva cried. "Little Max is standing here watching us."
Max turned his head and saw the boy. "Too late, I can't stop now, you bitch. I'm almost there." He kept pumping, pushing his rod in and out as fast as he could. "You know he don't hardly talk at all. He won't tell," Max gasped. "Might do the little fucker some good to watch us fucking."
"Fucking," Max, Jr. said.
He was big for his age, like his daddy, and he was gripping his crotch.
Eva felt a surge of excitement at the boy's presence and reached out for him. He stepped closer and her hand went around him and into his pajamas. She found his cock. It was hard and bigger than she would have guessed. She squeezed the little prick in her hand and started to come just as Max unloaded inside her belly. It had never felt this good before, never in her whole life. She grunted loudly, realizing she was moving her hand rapidly on the boy's prick.
"Oh, fuck!" she screamed. "Feels so good, feels so fucking good. Oh, fuck!"
"Oh, fuck," Max Jr. said, and started coming.
His cum was thin and watery, coming out in little spurts. It came down on her hand. She kept pumping him, her hand sliding wetly back and forth. He stood rigid, gasping.
Max was grunting, draining his cock with long, deliberate strokes. "Ahhh, that was good, baby," he said, and pulled out.
Eva let her legs slide off his back. It was good, so very good. "Yesssss," she hissed, "a good, good fuck."
"A good, good fuck," Max, Jr. said.
Max raised up. "What did he say?" he snorted, and then noticed Eva's hand still gripping his son's pecker. "What the hell? Did you jerk him off, Eva?"
"Yes, Max. He needed it, too."
"Christ, you're some pervert." He looked at his son. "Get the hell out of here, you little bastard," he yelled.
The boy fled from the room.
"You shouldn't shout at him, or curse him like that," Eva said.
"You got a lotta room to talk, baby; you're the one that played with his cock. Besides, he needs it once in a while. His mother coddles him too much."
"Will he tell her about us?"
"Nah, he never tells anyone anything. That was the first sentence I've heard him utter in two weeks." He looked at his watch. "Shit, I gotta git. I'm late for work."
"You'd better shave first."
"Shit, you sound just like Nettie. I work in a shop; I don't have to shave every morning."
"The insides of my thighs feel like you haven't shaved for a week."
Max roared with laughter. "Yeah, Nettie bitches about that, too."
"You eat Nettie's pussy?" Eva said, surprised.
"Yeah, all the time. She likes it better than fucking. She won't admit it and never asks me to go down on her, but she really digs it, I can tell."
"I can see why, Max. You're a good pussy-eater."
"You dig it, too, eh?"
"Yeah, I dig it, too. If you'll shave, I'll let you do it again."
"Shit, lady, I ain't got time."
Max dressed and left for work. Eva sat on the bed, wondering if she had damaged the boy with her perverted act. She got up, still naked, and went down the hall to his room. She was sitting on the bed, his pajama bottoms on the floor. He had a hard-on. He looked up and saw her in the doorway.
"Are you all right?" she said. "Yes," the boy said. "I liked what you did to me.
"I really shouldn't have done it."
"Why not? It felt so good." He stared at her. "I jack-off all the time, but it was so much better when you did it. You're beautiful, I love you."
Eva was amazed. She had never heard the boy talk before. She thought he couldn't. And now this ... this beautiful speech. She went into the no room and sat down on the bed beside him.
"You really liked what I did to you?" she asked. Her whole body tingled with excitement.
"Yes, very much."
She put her hand on his bare thigh. "Would ... would you like it if I did it again?"
Her hand was already sliding upwards on his bare thigh. She felt the goosebumps rise on the boy's smooth, golden skin and looked down at her hand creeping towards his crotch.
"I want to fuck you," he whisperd.
Eva was shocked, not at his proposal, really, but that a boy so young would say such a thing to her. Her hand gripped his tiny balls and then was on his cock again.
"Oh, God, honey, your cock is so hard, and so soon. I can hardly believe it," she said.
"I can stay hard a long time, even after I jack-off sometimes. I jack-off a lot, four or five times some days. Can I touch you, too, Mrs...."
"Call me Eva, darling, and yes, you can touch me, too." She was slowly caressing his prick, not wanting to bring him off too quick. "Ohhh, yes, darling, get your hand right up there between my legs."
"You're so hot and so wet there, Eva."
She spread her legs so he could get a good feel. "I can't help it if I'm wet, I...."
"I know," he interrupted, "my dad shot off in there, I was watching. I want to fuck you, Eva, please."
"Oh, darling, I don't know, you're so young, I ... well, maybe." She knew she would let him. She wanted him, had to have him. His cock was small, but it would feel so nice.
"I saw what else Dad did to you. Do you want me to suck you and get you in the mood?"
"Oh, honey, you're so sweet. You don't have to, really, I'm already in the mood."
"I want to, Eva. I've watched Dad go down on Mother. She really likes it; I can tell from her face. You like it, too. I saw how happy you looked when he was sucking you. Can I go down on you, Eva? I really want to."
"Darling, darling, of course you can go down on me ... if you really want to."
"I do," he said, and slid from her grasp to drop to his knees between her legs. He started kissing her open thighs.
Eva moaned, her legs falling far apart. His mouth was so warm and wet, his cheeks so smooth against her skin. "Yessss, baby," Eva hissed softly. "Kiss my legs, kiss my pussy. I'm already hot, but make me hotter and then I'll let you fuck me. Yes, yes, yes, keep going, honey ... get up there where it's all wet and sticky." She took his head in her heands, pulling him into her crotch. "Kiss it, kiss it, put your tongue up inside me, honey. Ahhhhh, fuck, that's nice, Max ... yes, run your tongue in and out ... fuck me with your tongue, baby. Ohhhh, shit, I'm so hot, honey, I can't wait much longer ... I want your prick. Ohhhh, Maxy, crawl up here on top of me and fuck me! I want you, baby, I want you inside me."
Max raised up and Eva went backwards onto the bed, pulling the boy with her. He was on top of her, jabbing wildly at her hole.
"Slow down, honey, and get it in first. We have all day, baby. We can fuck all day if you like."
She had one hand on his ass, the other on his cock. She held him tightly, guiding his shaft slowly into her hole. "Ah, baby, nice, nice," she moaned. "Get it all in, fuck me good. Not too fast, just nice and easy. Yeah, yeah, push it in and out like that. Ooooooh, you're good, honey. I think I'm gonna like this better than I did with your daddy, and I liked it a lot with your daddy."
"Am I doing it right?" he asked.
"Yeah, you're doing fine, but not so fast, honey. Last as long as you can, Make Eva feel good."
The boy grunted, but kept pumping rapidly. "I can't help it, Eva, it feels so good, and it is my first time."
"That's okay, darling, fuck me hard and fast, have a good come. We can go slower next time."
The boy groaned, and spurted inside her cunt, the thought that she would let him do it again was too much.
"Keep going, don't stop, I'm almost there," Eva cried.
"I can't go on," Max said with despair.
"It's okay, go as long as you can ... you can finish me with your mouth. I have to come." She was gasping, bucking against him in an effort to get off.
He gave a gasp and pulled free. He raised up, but Eva caught his head in her hands and pushed his face to her crotch.
"You've had yours, you little bastard, now finish me off." She had his head between her legs. "Suck my cunt, make me come. You messed me up, you shot inside me, now eat me out ... oh, Jesus, I need a come!"
She held his face against her pussy and he started sucking.
"Yess, yessssss," she hissed, "get your tongue in there. Suck, suck, you little bastard! Eva's gonna come ... awwwww, fuck, Eva's gonna come!"
And then she was coming. The delicious feeling swelled in her belly and exploded. She hunched against his face, mashing her juicy cunt against his mouth. The boy kept sucking until she finally relaxed and let go of his head. She lay on her back gasping for breath.
"That was wonderful, you darling boy. You made me come so hard. It felt so good, so mother-fucking good."
"I liked it, too," the boy said, but Eva paid him no heed.
"You're gonna be some great stud, Max. I liked it better with you than with your daddy."
Max, Jr. raised up on his haunches. "Are you going to let my dad fuck you again?"
"Yes, if he wants to. I'll let anyone fuck me. Oooh, Maxy, I feel so good. I'm so drunk, and I feel so good. Let me sleep now, honey. So tired, feel so fucking good."
She rolled over and was snoring almost instantly. Max, Jr. sat on his haunches admiring the lovely woman. He didn't want her to let his dad fuck her again. His dad could fuck his mom. He wanted to fuck Eva, only him.
She was on her side, so he snuggled up to her, pressing his limp, sticky cock into the crack of her ass. She had such a nice ass, so big and so soft. He was amazed at himself when his prick hardened again. He lay rubbing against her, unaware that his prick entered her asshole. He continued pushing into her until his cock was in to the hilt. Eva moaned in her sleep and involuntarily pushed back against him. He hugged her tightly, his arms around her, his hands on her tits.
"I love you, Eva," he said, and started humping steadily into her ass.
Eva didn't awaken, but she responded to his prick, moving back and forth with each stroke. It was like a wet dream to her, the sensation growing in intensity until her orgasm blossomed inside like a huge flower opening. She grunted and thrust back against him. "Marvelous, marvelous, wonderful,' she murmured in her sleep.
And then it started for Max, Jr. He felt a tingling thrill as his hot cum spurted into her asshole. It was numb tingling, starting at his hips and running down through his legs. He shivered with pleasure and then lay still, his little cock all the way inside her asshole. He was asleep within minutes.
It was late afternoon when Eva awakened; the boy was gone. She sat up and shook her head.
What had she done? she asked herself, fucked and sucked a fat, middle-aged slob, and then perverted a young boy? She returned home heavy with guilt. It bothered her the whole evening, causing Martin to ask what was the matter. She told him she didn't feel well, catching a cold, maybe.
She was still troubled the next morning, yet waited only until Max had left for work before going next door. Max, Jr. heard her come in and standing in his bedroom door naked, his cock rock-hard and sticking straight out.
"Oh, God," Eva moaned. "No, no, I shouldn't, I can't."
But she did. She went to him, dropped to her knees, and took his rigid prick into her mouth.
"Yes, Eva, suck me. Oooh, that feels so nice," he moaned.
Eva held his cock-knob between her lips, sucking wetly, and with her hands she opened her robe and peeled it off. She squatted before him naked, his teenage prick in her mouth. She was cold sober, hadn't had a sip, not high, not in need-no, it was lust, nothing but perverted lust. His prick slid farther into her mouth and she wondered why she was doing this, why she was so excited, so turned on. She wasn't an old lady turning to young boys because she couldn't get a man. She was young, beautiful, had a husband and loved him-yet, here she was sucking a teenage boy's prick. It was in to the hilt now, her nose buried in the soft fuzz at its base.
"Suck me all the way, Eva, make me come in your mouth," he whined, pumping now as if he were in her pussy.
Eva nodded. She wanted his cum in her mouth, wanted to swallow it. His cock was so smooth and so hard, so hard it felt as if it would burst its skin. And it was such a nice size for sucking. She had the whole thing in her mouth, the ripe knob just nudging into her throat, almost making her gag, but not quite.
She felt the boy quiver, felt the muscles in his legs go taut and knew he was going to come. The stuff shot into the back of her mouth, slick, pure, and sweet. She swallowed and nursed hungrily to drain the stuff from his nuts.
The boy held her head tight, his belly pressed against her face, his cock in her mouth all the way to the hair. He pumped slowly while she sucked, the remains of his thin stuff draining into her mouth.
"Oh, Eva, that was so good," he moaned. "I don't think I ever came so hard before."
Eva finally freed her mouth from his prick, leaned back on her haunches, and looked up at him. "It excited me, too, honey. So much so, that I think you should return the favor."
"Okay," Max, Jr. said.
She got the rest of her clothing off and lay on the bed, her knees up. She looked down between her tits and watched the boy get his face between her legs. She almost giggled when he clamped his mouth to her cunt; his nose looked so funny sticking through her thick bush. Her giggles turned to moans, however, as the boy ate her voraciously. She moaned softly, the thrills racing through her cunt almost making her sob, and she congratualted herself on finding that a young boy could be so good. A man didn't want to eat a girl right after he got sucked off, he had to wait until he was turned on again-but that was when she wanted it most, and this wonderful boy didn't hesitate a minute, he just dived in ... and God, he was really getting good at it!
She hunched hard against his face and started coming. It was a sharp, thrilling come, and she subsided quickly, but let the boy continue sucking until it was almost too much and she had to push his face away.
They spent the rest of the day playing games, seeing who could get turned on the most times, Eva won, Max, Jr. eating her when he couldn't get it up. She left before Max, Sr. got home. She couldn't stand the thought of the fat slob touching her after she had fucked his delightful young son.
The next afternoon Nettie came home with her new baby.
Eva continued to see Max, Jr. two or three times a week, either meeting him in her car or having him come to her house after school. She even told him that he could use her house if he had a chance to fuck any of his little schoolmates. She thought it would be a thrill to watch him fuck a little girl his own age.
Nettie confided in her a couple of months later how much the boy had changed. He just talked all the time and had taken a renewed interest in school and sports. He was a different boy. A miracle, it was a miracle.
CHAPTER SIX
A month passed, a month in which Eva grew quite comfortable with her new sex-life-Martin once or twice a week after they had gone to bed, and two or three times a week with Max, Jr. in the afternoon. It didn't seem wrong to her anymore. Max, Jr. was getting so good, he made Martin seem like the boy instead of the other way around.
It was late, almost midnight. Martin had fucked her quickly and had rolled over and gone to sleep, so Eva put on her robe and went to the living room to read. She had trouble concentrating on her book. She hadn't come with Martin and hadn't seen Max, Jr. for three days, and she felt frustrated. She was about to put the book down when she heard a light rap on the front door. She waited and the rap came again. She went to the door, snapped on the porch light, and then went to the window and peeked out. It was Max, Jr. standing on first one foot and then the other. He looked around and rapped again. Eva snapped off the light and quickly opened the door.
"Max, what are you doing here at this hour?" she whispered.
"I just had to see you, Eva," he replied.
"Oh, honey, this is so foolish. What if Martin had answered the door?"
"I was going to say I wanted to borrow something."
Eva giggled. "Knowing Martin, I guess it would work," she said.
"Can I come in? Please?"
"Darling, it's too dangerous. Martin is just upstairs. I'm not even sure he's asleep." Her whole body tingled at the sight of the young boy.
"Please, Eva, I need you so much."
"All right, but be very quiet, and only for a minute."
She closed the door quietly behind him. She turned and he had his arms around her, his mouth on hers.
"Max, baby, this is so foolish ... oooh, honey, kiss me some more." She moaned into his mouth, her arms around his neck.
His hands found the front of her robe and slid inside. He stopped for a moment, feeling bare flesh, and then went to her tits. "You're, you're naked," he gasped.
"Yes, I had gone to bed. Martin fucked me and I couldn't sleep afterwards and came down to read," she whispered.
"He ... Martin fucked you?"
"Yes, he is my husband. He fucks me now and then."
"Was it good?" he said stiffly. "No. I wanted you."
"Oh, Eva, I want you," he said, his hand sliding down her belly and between her legs. "Geez, you're so wet," he gasped.
"I just told you Martin fucked me. He comes when he fucks me." She tried to act cool, but she was mad with desire.
"Oh, Eva, I love you," he said, dropping to his knees. He held her robe open and pressed his face to her belly.
"No, honey, I told you Martin fucked me. He shot his load in there. It's all messy."
"I don't care, I have to eat you," Max, Jr. said. His lips worked into the nest of hair just above her pussy.
Eva felt his tongue come out and nudge at the top of her lips. She moaned and leaned into him as his tongue flicked into her crevice and over her clit. She moved her feet apart and his tongue rolled up into her hole. He tongue-fucked her expertly.
"Oh, God, honey, I like that. Don't stop!" she cried.
It was bliss, pure blis; the boy was an expert. She leaned back against the wall and slowly slid down, her legs unable to hold her up. The boy followed her down, and when she was sitting on the floor, pushed her over, his head still between her legs. She eased onto her back, let her legs flop wide, and pulled his face in tight.
"Suck, Max, suck, but stop when I tell you. I didn't come with Martin and I want to come with you, but not with your mouth-with your prick. Ooooooh, honey, it's so good, I'm so close, I want to come." She hunched against his face, almost made it, but pulled away. "Stop now. Get your pants down. Fuck me, Max, fuck me!"
Max raised to his knees, unbuckled his pants, and pushed them down. Eva pulled him down, her hand finding his hard prick, and guided him in. His slim, rock-hard pecker slid all the way in.
"Oh, yeah, yeah," she gasped, "fuck me hard, Max, make me come. I need it so."
He thrust into her with fury, and grinned widely when she started quivering. She was really coming off in a hurry. He kept pumping into her until she relaxed and then stopped. "Did you make it?" he asked.
"Oh, God, did I ever." Eva answered.
"Can you come again if I hold off?"
"Probably not, but take as long as you want, honey. It still feels good."
He raised his upper body at arm's length and pushed slowly in and out. She was so beautiful in the dim hall light. He knew he couldn't hold out too long, but he would fuck as long as he could.
"I went to bed early tonight and woke up a little while ago and was hungry," he said. "I got up and was going to the kitchen for a snack when I heard Mom and Dad. The door wasn't completely closed so I sneaked over and peeked in. Wow, Mom as sitting on the bed with her blouse open feeding the baby and dad was on his knees beside the bed. He had his head under her dress and really must have been eating her good because she had her head back and was moaning to beat hell. Geez, Eva, I got so hot I though I would pop right there. Mom gave a loud gasp and fell back on the bed, the baby on top of her and Dad still under her dress. I think she came right then, but I didn't wait to see. I went and got some clothes on and came over here."
"It feels so good again, honey," Eva said. "Keep going, maybe I can make it again."
"Can't last much longer," he said, beginning to fuck her faster. He started kissing her, his cock pushing steadily in and out. All the way in, almost out, and then back in again.
Eva was breathing hard and brought her knees up. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she gasped. "I'm gonna come again!"
"Shit, Eva, me too!" Max, Jr. cried.
The boy jabbed into her rapidly, his cock spurting. Eva bucked under him, her ass coming up off the floor to greet his wild thrusts. They went like this for almost a minute-and then they both sagged limply, both breathing hard.
"That was a good fuck," he gasped.
Before Eva could answer, Martin's voice came from the bedroom upstairs. "Eva, what the hell are you doing down there?"
Eva jumped, then stiffened. "I'm ... uh, I'm reading, honey," she called back.
"Well, come up to bed, it's late," Martin yelled.
"I'll be right up, baby," she answered, then said in a whisper: "You'd better get going, Max."
Max was already on his knees pulling up his pants. "Can I ask a favor?" he said. "Of course, Max."
"Well ... I have this chick that I think will put out. Could I, ah, is it okay if I bring her here after school tomorrow?"
Eva was surprised. She had mentioned it once to him, but hadn't thought he would, not at his age. "I told you, you could, didn't I?" she said.
"Yeah, but I just wanted to make sure. Would you leave some liquor out, too? I promised her a drink."
"Jesus, what else do you want?"
"That's all," he said.
Eva smiled. "Okay, but I get to watch."
"Aw, Eva, she won't go along with that."
"I was only kidding, Max. I'll make myself scarce," she said, wondering where she could hide to get a good view.
Max gave a sigh of relief and got to his feet.
Martin was asleep when Eva crawled into bed.
The next afternoon, Eva was comfortably seated behind the drapes, a good peep-hole carefully arranged. She was stark naked. A bottle of Scotch sat on the coffee table. She had been waiting for half an hour when Max, Jr. arrived. With him was a girl and another boy. The boy was bigger than Max.
"Hey, Max, nice place," the girl said.
"Glad you like it, Ellie." He turned to the boy. "Come on in, Harv. Let's all sit on the couch."
"You sure your folks aren't here?" Ellie said.
"Yeah, I'm sure," Max said. He saw the Scotch on the coffee table. "They been gone all day. See, I put the booze out before I left this morning."
Ellie picked up the bottle. "Good stuff," she said. "Let's all have a drink."
"I'll get some glasses from the kitchen," Max said.
"Get some ice, too," Ellie said.
Ellie walked around the room while Max got the glasses. Eva held her breath when she brushed against the drapes. She eased the air from her lungs when Ellie went to the couch and sat beside Harvey. Harvey sat stiffly.
"Relax, tiger," Ellie said, gripping his thigh. "We came over here for a good time."
She's a fast little slut, Eva thought from her hiding place.
Max returned with three glasses filled with ice. He put them on the coffee table, opened the bottle, and filled each one.
Hey, you little bastard, Eva wanted to shout, that stuff is expensive.
"Wow, great!" Ellie cried. She grabbed up a glass and took a long, long pull. Smacking her lips, she said, "I needed that." She patted the couch beside her. "Sit down, honey, let's get better acquainted."
Max sat, picked up a glass, and clinked it against hers. "Here's to a good time," he said, and took a swallow.
Ellie drained hers. She giggled, blinked her eyes, and gave a loud belch. "Jesus, that was good. I can feel it already. Give me some more." She held out her glass.
Of course you can feel it already, you stupid bitch, Eva thought. That's no way to drink good booze.
Max poured her half a glass. "Don't get too drunk, Ellie," he said.
"Cheap fucker," Ellie snarled, looking at the half-filled glass. She took another drink. "I ought to hold out on you for that."
"You wouldn't do that," he said, and kissed her. His hand slid up under her dress.
"Not so fast, mother-fucker," Ellie giggled, letting her legs come open.
Harvey sat watching, his mouth hanging open, while Max's hand pushed Ellie's skirt up her thighs. His eyes grew wider as more and more thigh was exposed.
Eva watched the boy from behind the curtain. Poor guy, she thought, he needs a good teacher like Max had. He doesn't know what to do or think. God, I could have fun with a guy as shy as he is.
Max was busy kissing Ellie, his hand inside her pants. Ellie had her arms around him now, her empty glass in one hand.
"Put my glass on the table," she said, swinging her arm in Harvey's direction. Her voice was slurred. "Oh, goddamn, I'm drunk." When Harvey took the glass, she pushed Max's hand away and got unsteadily to her feet. Reaching under her skirt, she took hold of her panties and pushed them down to her knees. "You can get at me better without these," she said, and let them go to the floor.
Ellie lifted her skirt high above her head and twirled in front of the boys. She had a nice round ass and a mass of light fuzzy-looking hair on her twat. Her belly was flat and smooth. She stumbled and almsot fell.
"How do I look?" she asked.
"Wow, terrific," Max gasped.
Harvey sat with his mouth open, but nothing came out.
She stepped in front of Harvey and pushed herself out to him. "Kiss me, Harvey."
Harvey stared directly into her bush. He was sweating.
"Well," she gasped turning to Max. "Will you kiss me, or are you afraid, too."
Max's head came forward. "Shit, will I ever!" He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pressed his mouth against her fuzzy mound.
Ellie grabbed Max's head and squealed, "Oh, wow! I found me a real man at last."
She let him kiss and nuzzle her pussy for a few minutes, then pushed his head away. "You can't really get at me like this," she said, and sat down, her ass half-off the couch, her legs spread wide apart. "Are you man enough to eat me?"
Max grinned and sat on the floor between her legs. He held her legs apart and started kissing the insides of her thighs, moving his hot mouth back and forth from one thigh to the other. Slowly, he moved higher.
"Oh, goddamn, sonofabitch, mother-fucker ... you're really turning me on. Quit torturing me and get there. Oh, sweetie, Jesus, suck my pussy!" Ellie wailed.
Max continued his slow, but deliberate pace. Ellie trembled, grabbing at his head, and she tried to pull him up faster. But Max persisted. He was less than an inch from her cunt when he skirted around and kissed his way through her hair. He moved his tongue wetly into the little valley between her puffy lips and her thigh, first on one side and then the other. Then, and only then, did Max move to the bottom of her gash and draw his mouth up, his tongue out and sliding the length of her wet slit. He tickled her clit with the tip of his tongue before plunging it deep into her hole. He tongue-fucked rapidly.
"Oh, goddamn, good, so good," she moaned. "Jesus, you really know how, honey. Where did you learn?"
From me, you dirty little whore, Eva hissed soft-.ly. She had her hand between her legs, sliding her finger back and forth in her sloppy slit. She was watching Harvey, since all she could see of Max and Ellie was the girl with her legs open and Max's face buried in her cunt. Harvey was the picture of excitement and finally could control himself no longer. He unzipped and hauled out his cock. Eva gasped. His cock was gorgeous, longer than Max's, but thinner, with a beautiful tapered shaft. He was circumcised and the head shined a deep red from the pre-cum that had leaked over it.
Ellie was bobbing like a cork, obviously coming. She gasped and wheezed, holding Max's face in tight, and finally sagged with a loud sigh. Max raised his face, his lips and chin wet from her juicing cunt.
"Oh, Max, that was wonderful. Are you going to fuck me now?" she said.
"You goddamn right I'm going to fuck you now,' Max said. "That's why I brought you over here."
"Oh, Max," she whispered, "let's do it right, let's do it on a bed."
Max pulled her to her feet. "Take your clothes off here, I want poor old Harv to see what he's missing."
Max helped her peel until she stood naked. She was quite drunk and had trouble keeping her balance. Max opened his pants and hauled out his pecker. "Hold onto this to steady yourself," he said, and led her out of the room.
Eva was disappointed. She wanted to see them fuck, but there was no way she could get past Harvey.
Harvey seemed dejected now, but his prick was still hard and he started pumping. He worked steadily until his legs went stiff, and with a satisfied grunt, his cum spewed into the air. It came back down onto his trousers, but he kept pumping, the jism running down over his fist. He jacked off until it was all gone, then his head fell backwards and he sat with his cock in his hand.
Eva was coming, too, her thumb riding hard on her stiff clit. She gasped, almost too loud, but kept strumming her clit. She wanted Harvey's prick so bad, she was almost desperate enough to leap from behind the curtain. Her orgasm subsiding, her better judgement took charge. Harvey had just made it and wouldn't be interested for a while, at least, and if she leaped out it would surely frighten him away. She wouldn't have his cock today, but have his cock she would. It was a lovely cock, even wilted and tiny like it was now. It didn't occur to her that any new cock would look lovely, especially a young boy's. Eva was hooked.
Upstairs, Max was deep in Ellie's pussy. It amazed him that Eva was actually tighter than this teenage cunt. Still, it was great. She was wet and his pecker slid in and out with a great deal of friction, because she had both legs up over his back and seemed to pinch in her cunt every time he thrust deep.
"Jesus, Max, you can really fuck. You're so young, where did you learn?" Ellie said.
"From my neighbor, Mrs. Henry. Eva Henry. I been fucking her for several months."
"Aw, geez, I've seen her in the grocery store. She really lets you fuck her?"
"Sure. This is her house."
"You said it was yours."
"Naw. My mom never goes anywhere. Eva knows I brought you here."
"She knows who I am?"
"No, dummy. She just knows I was bringing a girl to her house. It wouldn't matter, anyway.
Awww, shit, Ellie, I'm almost there."
"Pull out ... don't knock me up!"
"Too late," Max gasped, his cum spurting into her cunt. He pumped until he was sure he had completely unloaded inside and then he pulled out. He kneeled in front of her and let the remains drip out onto her belly. "We better get dressed and get out of her before Old Man Henry gets home from work."
Ellie sat up. "I drank too fast. I think I'm going to be sick."
"Not here," Max yelled.
Ellie jumped from the bed and raced for the bathroom.
Eva was getting apprehensive about the time Max and Ellie returned. Ellie looked a little white, but she seemed a little more sober than when she first went upstairs.
Ellie pointed at Harvey and giggled. "Look at Harvey. He jacked-off and came all over himself."
Harvey's eyes popped open, but he sat without moving, his limp prick still in his hand.
"Poor Harvey," Max said. "Before you get dressed, why not suck poor old Harvey's prick? Clean him up a little."
"Ugh," Ellie said. "I'm not in the mood anymore. I don't feel good." She started getting dressed.
* * *
The next afternoon, Eva picked Max up on his way home from school. She told him that she had watched from behind the curtain and asked what he did up in the bedroom.
"I fucked her," he said. "That's why I had her over."
"Was she good?"
"Damn good," Max said.
"Better than me?"
"Nobody's better than you."
Eva pulled the car to the curb and reached into Max's pants. "Let's fuck," she said.
"Right here?"
"Right here."
Eva got his cock out and straddled him. His cock went straight up into her. She sighed, moving just enough to feel the head of his cock tickle her cunt.
"I want you to bring Harvey over to see me. He needs a lesson in fucking."
"He sure as hell does, but I ain't sharing you with nobody."
"I shared you with Ellie."
"Yeah, somehow that seemed different."
"It isn't." She was moving steadily now, up and down, up and down, Max's fat little cock sliding in and out. "I want to fuck with Harvey, Max, maybe even with more of your friends. I'll still love you, honey. Martin fucks me and I still love you more."
"Do you really?" Max said.
"Yes, really, and I like fucking with you more, too. Oooooooh, honey, that feels good. I think you're going to make me come. I didn't think I would like this, not in the car right here at the curb where we could be seen."
Eva was humping fast now. Her legs were almost numb from the awkward position, yet her orgasm was coming, coming on like gangbusters.
"Aww, sweet shit," she gasped. "I'm coming, baby ... it feels so good."
"Yes, yes, me too," Max gasped, lifting to get his whole cock inside.
"Pour it into me, darling give me a lot, knock me up ... yes, honey, make me a baby."
"Aw, shit, Eva ... so fucking good," Max cried, feeling his cum leave his balls, fill the tube, and spurt up inside her hot cunt.
Afterwards, Eva remaind perched on his prick for a long time, her head heavily on his shoulder. It was so good with Max, so much better than with Martin. It could be just as good with Harvey, she was sure-and maybe with a lot of other young boys.
"Will you bring Harvey to me?" she said. "Yes," Max answered.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Eva opened the door she saw Harvey, his head down, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets. "Hi Harvey where's Max?" she said, "I didn't think he'd let you come without him."
"He ... he had to stay after school. Got caught shooting spit balls. You still want to see me?"
"Yes, Harvey. Come on in. Do you know who I am?"
"Sure. I've seen you a lot when I was over at Max's."
"Then you knew you were in my house yesterday?"
The boy blushed and tried to get his hands deeper in his pockets. "Yes," he answered softly.
"I was here all the time. I saw the whole thing." She pointed to the corner. "I was hiding behind the drapes."
"That's what Max said." He looked at her quickly, then down at his feet. "He said I was in big trouble with you. Are you going to tell my folks?"
"No, Harvey, I'm not going to tell your folks, but you are in big trouble with me ... trouble that I think you'll enjoy. Sit down, I'll get us a drink."
"I don't drink much," he mumbled.
"Humor me and have one. It will help you relax. Now sit down and take your hands out of your fucking pockets."
Harvey looked at her with astonishment and jerked his hands from his pockets. He sat down.
Eva returned with the drinks and sat beside him. She was wearing a bulky knit sweater and a short skirt. Her skirt rose to mid-thigh when she sat down.
"Here's to trouble," she said, and took a long drink.
Harvey took a sip and then a huge gulp. His hand was trembling.
"Don't be so nervous. That's your problem, too nervous."
She lifted her legs, hoisting her skirt a few more inches. "Do you think I have nice legs, Harvey?"
"Yes," he said softly.
"Look at them, then. I noticed you looked at that little bitch's legs yesterday."
He looked at her legs and swallowed hard.
"That's all you did, Harvey. Well, maybe not all. I saw what you did, I watched you. Are you hard, Harvey?"
"No," he whispered.
"Why not? I'm showing almost all of my legs. Here, see some more." She pulled the hem of her skirt to the top of her legs. Not above her cunt, but high enough so that a wisp of hair was showing. "Take your cock out, Harvey. I want to see it up close."
"It ... it's soft," he whined.
"Well, take it out and get it hard."
"It won't get hard. I'm too scared."
"That's another problem of yours. Don't be scared, I won't bite you." She giggled. "I may suck you a little, but I won't bite. Come on, take it out. I'll help you get it hard."
He reached for his zipper, then stopped. He was white with fright. "I don't know what to do. I'm scared of girls," he said, almost in tears.
"I'll teach you, Harvey. I'll go and get us another drink and you take your prick out. Okay?" She took his glass and went to the kitchen.
When she returned, he had his pants unzipped, but still hadn't taken out his meat. Eva shivered with excitement. The hair between her legs was wet with cunt-sauce. She sat down, lifted her skirt to the bottom of her cunt, and handed him his drink.
"Drink it down, all of it,' she ordered.
He tipped up the glass and gulped. When he brought it down, Eva reached over and put her fingers into his pants and slowly fished out his cock.
"My, it is soft," she said.
"I told you, I'm scared," Harvey said angrily.
"Don't be scared, Harvey," she whispered, slowly jerking his limp shaft. "I want you to get hard so you can fuck me. That's why I had Max tell you to come over."
Harvey's cock stiffened ever so slightly. The booze and her soft voice were bringing him from his shock.
"It's growing a little, Harvey. I'm glad Max had to stay after school. I wanted to be alone with you, anyway. My, it is growing. I like it, it feels nice."
She let go of his cock and got to her feet. "Play with it, Harvey, make it hard for me. Jack off but don't come." She faced him and slowly lifted her skirt. Up it came, first to her crotch, then higher until she stood before him naked from the waist down, her feet far apart. "Jack off, Harvey," she hissed.
Harvey's hand went to his cock and he started jacking off. His prick swelled rapidly until he was fully erect.
"Nice," Eva said, "it will feel so good inside me. But I think I'd like to kiss it first."
Eva knelt in front of him and opened her sweater. Her fat tits fell out, her nipples firm and rosy. She leaned forward and took his cock in her hand, held up a tit and rubbed the nipple on his cock. His cock was wet and leaking, making the nipple shine. Harvey groaned when she squeezed the head to open the hole and pressed in a hard nipple. "I'm fucking your cock," she said, pushing her nipple in and out of his gaping piss-slit.
"Oh, God, Mrs...." Harvey groaned.
"Call me Eva," she said, and dropped her head down to his prick.
She kissed the head, wet it liberally with her tongue, and then took it into her mouth. She held the knob between her lips, sliding her tongue back and forth deliciously.
Harvey moaned and hunched up, driving his prick into her mouth. Eva sucked and slid her mouth up the shaft, her hand now cupping his tightly scrunched ball-sac. She caressed his balls, her mouth working steadily on his cock.
Harvey gave a loud grunt. "Oh, Eva, shit, shit, I'm...."
His prick exploded and his cum shot into her mouth. He spurted a huge gob and then another and still another until her mouth was almost full. Eva hadn't expected him to come so quickly, or blast such a monstrous load, and she almost gagged. But she swallowed and got a wad down. The rest she let slide easily down her throat, pulling at his cock until she had it all. She let his cock fall limply from her mouth and then looked up at him gratefully.
"That was lovely, Harvey, and I adored your cum in my mouth. But I didn't want you to come yet. I wanted you to fuck me." She frowned at him.
"I'm sorry, ah, Eva. I didn't want to come yet, either, but you were so good I ... I just couldn't stop it."
"I'll forgive you, Harvey," she said. She got to her feet and placed her hands on her hips. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you now. I'd give you another drink, but I know that wouldn't help. We could neck a little, see if the rascal would get hard again. Would you kiss me after I sucked your cock?"
Harvey didn't get a chance to answer. Eva dropped onto his lap, draped her arms around his neck, and pressed her hot mouth against his. She tongue-fucked his mouth, holding his head tightly in her arms.
"I liked sucking your cock, Harvey," she said. "It's a nice cock and I want it between my legs, but not soft like it is now. I can feel it against my ass." She squirmed on his lap. "Do you think you can get it hard again? Maybe if I let you kiss me, you know, between my legs. Would you like to do that?"
"I ... I don't know," Harvey stammered.
"You watched Max do it to that girl. He loves doing it. Is he older than you, Harvey?"
"Hell, no! I'm two years older than he is," Harvey snorted.
"Don't get angry, honey. I knew you were older, I could tell by looking at you. He knows what to do to please a girl, though. He knows because I taught him. I'd like to teach you, if you'd let me."
"I'll suck your cunt," Harvey said excitedly.
"I don't want you to if you don't really want to."
"I really want to,' Harvey insisted. "Do you?"
Eva let go of his head and pulled her sweater off and threw it to the floor. She took his head in her hands and pulled his face down to her tits. "Suck my nipples a little, honey. I get very excited when a boy does that. Most girls do."
Harvey sucked at her nipples, first one and then the other.
"Not too rough, darling. Be gentle. Remember, you're nursing on my titties. Just suck them, stroke them with your lips. Yes, yes, nice."
Eva slid off his lap onto the couch beside him. Lying on her back, she let her legs fall open. "Come up here and kiss me, lover."
Harvey was on top of her kissing her hard. She held his head, her tongue darting into his mouth. Then she pushed his head up and stared into his eyes. "Do my nipples some more," she hissed.
Harvey moved down to her tits. She let him nurse for several minutes until her nipples were hot and hard and hurting a little. She pushed on top of his head.
"Down, boy, down," she said. "Go lower! Kiss my belly!"
Harvey obediently moved down. When he got to her belly-button, she held his head again.
"Nuzzle me, honey. Kiss me all over." He nuzzled and kissed her belly, then waited for further instruction. "Keep kissing, but go lower, honey, lower. Not too fast, doll, give each spot a good going over. Yeah, yeah ... mmmmmmm, you learn fast, feels nice, getting so hot."
Harvey's mouth was in her hair now. He pushed the hair from his lips with his tongue and Eva grunted. He moved down rapidly.
"Not toO fast, honey. Tease me, get me good and hot, make me beg for it."
Harvey was not to be denied, though, and his lips went quickly to her open cunt. He rammed his tongue into her hole.
"Oh, God, I'm begging for it!" she screamed. "Use your tongue on that little lump, baby. Oh, oh, yeah! Geez, I'm awful wet, aren't I? You don't mind, do you? I'm so hot ... suck me good, make me come with your mouth. Ooooooh, Harvey! Do you like it? I love it, love it!"
Harvey sucked her cunt ravenously, his tongue deep in her wet slit. Eva came quickly, her orgasm sending her hips lurching up against his face. She held herself up tight against his mouth for a few fleeting seconds and then fell back to the-.couch.
"Oh, Jesus, that was good. You made me come, Harvey. Are you hard yet? I want you to fuck me. I always want a prick inside my pussy after a blow-job. Fuck me, Harvey, fuck me!"
Havey started to get up. His cock thrust stiffly out of his pants.
"Don't get undressed," she snapped. "Just push your pants down. I can't wait. Get it in me, honey, I want your cock in me."
When his pants were at his knees, she reached up to him.
"Do me, baby, do me now!"
She felt him come down on top of her. Her hand found his cock and pushed it into the gaping hole that was her cunt. It went in easily, and it went in deeply, all the way to his bristly cock-hair.
"God, yes, fuck me now!" her legs came up over his back to lock him in. His cock wasn't large, about the same size as Max's, but it was a new cock, and it thrilled her. Yes, it was a new cock pushing in and out of her pussy. That it didn't fill her cunt didn't matter. She moaned and bucked under the horny boy.
"God, honey, I just couldn't wait for you to undress. It is nicer, but you'll get the chance to feel me with your naked body. Yeah, keep it in all the way, push hard ... OOOOOOH, darling! FUCK MEEEEEEEE! IT FEELS SO GOOD, HONEY, HONEY, I'M GOING TO COME!"
Eva squealed with glee, the boy's cock getting her off like never before. She knew then, at that moment, that neither Martin's or Max's cock was enough anymore, nor Harvey's either. She felt so in command, so super-sexy when she had a young, inexperiencd boy in her pussy.
"Yes, yes, Harvey," she moaned, "I'm coming so good. You can come, too. Come in Mamma's pussy, fill me, squirt off in me. Oh, darling, darling, darling!" She was still coming, her head tossing wildly from side to side.
She felt him quiver and speed up and she knew he was coming, too. She tightened the muscles in her cunt and lifted up to hold him in deep. "Yes, baby," she cooed. "Keep fucking, milk yourself I dry, baby, use me good."
Harvey thrusted hard several more times and then fell heavily on top of her. He lay breathing hard. He lay like this for several minutes and then raised slowly and got to his feet. "I better be getting on home," he said.
Eva raised up on her elbow, and with one quick motion took his limp prick into her mouth.
"God, Eva, I can't take anymore," he moaned, pulling away.
"I was just going to suck it clean," she said with a pout.
"Well, okay, but take it easy," he said, stepping back close to the couch.
"I don't want to now. Go on home, Harvey."
"Aw, don't get mad. I want you to suck it some more."
Eva looked up at him, a smile on her lips. "Well, okay, but don't ever tell me no again," she said, and took him in.
He didn't get hard again, but it still thrilled her to have his soft little prick in her mouth. She still felt hot and tingly from her exquisite orgasm, and sucking his cock seemed the perfect way to end a perfect conquest.
Harvey had been gone maybe five minutes when the doorbell rang. Eva got up to peek through the curtain. It was Max, so she went to the door naked. It pleased her the way he sucked in his breath when he saw her.
"Is Harvey here?" Max said.
"No but he was. He just left a few minutes ago."
"Did he, did you...?"
"Yes, we fucked," Eva said casually. She could see the disappointment on Max's face, and she was pleased. "Can I come in?" he said.
"No, Martin will be home soon and I have to get dressed."
"When can I fuck you?"
"Be a good boy in school tomorrow and come over as soon as you get out. Martin bowls tomorrow night and doesn't come home for supper, so tell your mother you're going to be late. We can eat here and then spend the whole evening fucking."
She pushed the door shut, ideas for tomorrow night already forming in her head. She went to the bathroom and started the water in the tub. A hot bath would make her clean and pure for Martin when he got home. Maybe she would let him fuck her tonight.
* * *
Eva opened the door before Max had a chance to ring the bell. She was wearing a white blouse with long, puffy sleeves and lace around the neckline, and that was all. The blouse was unbuttoned all the way down the front. She smiled, obviously a little tight. She held a freshly lit cigarette.
"Come in, darling, and close the door behind you. I've been waiting for you all day," she said huskily.
Max stepped in, grinning from ear to ear. God, she was so beautiful, her tits so round and soft, her bush so starkly dark under the white blouse.
"Eat me, Max, right here and now," she said, sliding her feet far apart and taking a long drag on her cigarette.
Max obediently went to his knees and put his face up tight between her legs. His lips were parted and pressed against her cunt, and his tongue slid deep into her wet hole.
"Oh, Max, you're so good at this!" she cried, one hand pressing against he back of his head. "You know just what makes a girl feel good, darling. Suck me real good, make me come quickly!"
Max knew just what she liked. He slid his tongue back and forth through the slit several times, and then started pushing it in and out of her soppy cunt. He took a cheek in each hand and spread them apart. He held her cheeks open for a minute before letting one hand slide in to find her tightly puckered hole. He probed the hole lightly at first and then pushed it in to the knuckle.
"Ooooooh, goddamn!" Eva cried. "You never did that before. "Who's been teaching you things? No, no, don't stop to tell me, I don't care anyway. Just keep doing it ... feels nice." She held his head tightly while she rolled her hips against his face. "Damn, damn, damn, honey, gettin' close, gonna be a big one, too. Yeah, push your finger all the way in, wiggle it around. Yeah, yeah ... oh, fuck, I'm almost there."
Eva needed to pee and almost let it go. Better not, she thought, not this time, anyway. Little lights were blinking brightly in her head; her knees felt rubbery; the tingle in her pussy was about to burst.
"Awww, fuck, Max ... shove your tongue in ... coming, oh, baby, am I ever coming!"
She thought for a minute that she was going to fall, but somehow managed to reamin upright. Yeah, this was what she had been waiting for all day, spacing her drinks so she wouldn't get too drunk, playing with herself a little, just a little. The pleasure rolled up into her belly, giving her a warm lingering sensation. But it was only the starting point. She had a full evening planned.
Max rocked back, his face shining and wet. "Did you like that, Eva?" he asked, knowing she did.
"I loved it, darling. You are the world's best. I really made it big. You have a very talented tongue, young man, and you will always be very much in demand. Come with me now to the kitchen. I have two big steaks thawed. We'll have them rare with some red wine and a little bread. And then, my man, we'll take a hot bath together. The rest I'll leave to your imagination."
After they ate, they filled the tub with steaming water and got in. Max's cock stood straight out. After soaping each other, Eva straddled Max and pushed his cock into her cunt.
"Fuck me just a little, Max, and then we'll go in on the bed and finish. Oooh, honey, that feels so good in there." She rode on his prick, her arms around his neck. She sucked his ear, her tongue darting inside, and then whispered, "I'm going to pee, Max ... you don't mind, do you? Oh, honey, I have to!"
Max felt her hot piss on his prick and balls and legs, and he almost came.
Eva finished and then jumped up and raced to the spare bedroom and threw the covers back. She was no sooner on her back before Max was on top of her. They fucked wildly, their wet bodies gleaming in the light.
"Oh, wonderful," Eva cooed. "You feel so good all wet and slippery. And we have the bed in my room all dry and waiting for the next one. Don't come yet, Max. Stop and let me suck your first load with my mouth."
"I'm almost there, Eva," Max croaked.
Eva bucked him off and had her mouth on his cock. She sucked hard, cupping his balls with one hand and stroking his shaft with the other. Max gritted his teeth and tried to hold off, but to no avail. His cum blasted into her mouth. She sucked hungrily on his cock, drawing the gooey stuff into her mouth. When she had a thick glob covering her tongue, she swallowed, savoring the chalky, hot stuff. She continued milking him with her mouth and fingers until he cried for her to stop.
They lay beside each other breathing heavily. Their bodies were dry now, but the bed was a wet mess.
"Max," Eva said, "do you know any other boys besides Harvey who would like to fuck me?"
"Huh? Yeah, I imagine all the guys I know would like to fuck you."
"I mean any special ones. You know, cherries who are dying to get their first piece of ass."
"Sure, I know several. Bobby Lang is in my grade and is always bragging how much ass he gets. He's a liar, though. He never got near a pussy."
"Call him up, Max. Ask him to come over."
"Are you kidding?" Max sat up.
"No, I'm not kidding."
"I won't," Max said.
"You will," Eva said. "Or you can go home now. Call him up, Max, and tell him ... tell him what you want, but call him. You can watch him get seduced for the first time. Then we'll fuck again."
Max talked for several minutes before he came back to the bedroom.
"Is he coming?" Eva asked.
"Yes, he's coming," Max snorted.
"You're so sweet, Max, and I love you so much," she said.
"No, you don't. You just want to fuck other kids."
"Yes, I do want to fuck other kids, and you're going to get them for me. But I love you Max, you're my number one." She had her hand around his cock.
"Really?" he said.
"Really," she said, and kissed him. One thing led to another and they were fucking when the doorbell rang.
The boy was off the porch and almost to the street when the porch light came on. He turned and saw the door open. His mouth hung open as he mounted the steps again.
Eva's hair was messed up, but she was still beautiful. She had on a pair of fur slippers and a robe with fur around the collar. It was a short robe and her legs were bare.
Eva raised her hands and slowly parted the robe. She watched the boy's eyes widen, her pussy churning with desire, the lust pounding at her temples. She revealed her tits, the nipples red and erect then her smooth belly, and finally the thick, curly bush on her cunt.
