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, join the neighborhood mate-traders.
Marsha Andrews is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her, a love of perversity and a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lie coiled like snakes, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse them.
NAUGHTY EAGER WIFE-a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Marsha Andrews sat on the sofa, her legs crossed, the hem of her dress above her knee. Hurt green eyes studied the couple dancing to the soft music that poured from the speaker system of her neighbor's house. The couple dancing so close-so close that Marsha couldn't figure out how they were breathing- was her husband, David, and Doris, her neighbor.
Doris and her husband, Gordon, had invited them over for a few drinks to welcome them to the neighborhood.
Gordon sat down beside Marsha as she watched the dancers. "Have another drink, Marsha. It'll make you happy, and you look like you need some cheering up." Wearing a friendly smile, Gordon eased closer to his beautiful neighbor, allowing his leg to rest against hers. He stared at her dimpled knee, the curve of her calf, and part of her creamy thigh. "You've got great legs, Marsha."
Marsha smiled politely, sipped her drink. Her green eyes narrowed into slits and she glared hatefully at her husband dancing with the sexy little bitch who, for the entire evening, had monopolized Dave.
"Doris and I are happy as hell that you two moved in across the street." Gordon gulped his drink. "Most of the people in the neighborhood are prudes." His arm eased around Marsha, settling on the back of the couch.
Marsha gave him a polite smile, then returned her hateful gaze to Doris, not understanding why Gordon would let his wife dance like that with another man-her husband!
"You want to dance?" Gordon set his glass down on the table. Noticing her reluctance, he tried coaxing. "It's the house rule. You have to dance with your host."
Marsha couldn't see any way out of it.
"Sure. I'd love to." She moved into his arms, deciding to give Dave a taste of his own medicine. If Dave wanted to rub his body into his neighbor's, so could she!
"Mmmmm, you feel good," Gordon said softly, holding Marsha tight against him, his cock hard, forming a bulge in his pants and pressing into Marsha's soft stomach. "You dance great." This close, he drank in the light, wispy scent of her perfume. Already his mind was darting ahead to the rest of the night- fucking his sexy, redheaded neighbor.
Marsha was surprised at the strength with which Gordon held her in his arms. She stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, determined to play the same game Dave was playing.
Marsha felt Gordon's cock pressing into her belly. At first it shocked her, but she remained glued tightly to his body, her tits crushed into his chest as he moved his hand slowly over her back.
She danced close, hating what she was doing, wishing she and her husband had never accepted the invitation. She glanced over at Dave again and was shocked to see him feeling the cheeks of Doris's ass through her tight-fitting dress. She steeled herself. If Gordon saw it, there would be trouble. She became worried, not understanding Dave's behavior.
"Relax," Gordon whispered in her ear as he rubbed his hand over her hip. "It's a party. Enjoy yourself." His hand dropped to her ass. He squeezed one plump, rounded asscheek through her silk dress. "You got a great ass, Marsha."
Marsha eased his roaming hand up from her ass. "Please, Gordon, don't."
"You're kind of shy and innocent. I like that in a woman." His voice was low, tight, anxious. He wanted things to begin to happen. He had already seen Dave's hand mauling the flesh of his wife's ass and it had turned him on.
"Turn down the lights, Doris," Gordon said, "it's too bright in here." He hoped the dim lights would help Marsha loosen up.
"Okay, honey." Doris giggled lewdly. She slipped out of Dave's arms and flicked the switch on the wall. The lights went out, casting the living room into a semi-darkness.
"How's that?" Doris purred to her husband, while slipping into Dave's arms and giving his cock a squeeze.
"Great," Gordon said, rubbing his hard-on into the softness of his neighbor's belly. "I like it dark." His hand once again dropped to the firm meat of Marsha's ass.
"Please," Marsha whispered. "Stop it, Gordon." She pushed his hand away and stumbled out of his arms, and backed into the coffee table.
"C'mon," Gordon whispered. He quickly brought Marsha back into his arms. "Don't play so hard to get. Doris isn't."
He plastered his mouth against Marsha's, his tongue slipping easily between her parted lips. He tongue-fucked her mouth, reaming her throat. One hand went down to cup a cheek of her ass while the other came up behind her neck, grasping her slender throat. His hand kept her head steady as he feasted on her mouth.
Gasping, Marsha broke free of Gordon's grip and snapped her mouth away. "Let me go!"
"Damn, baby," Gordon said, licking his lips, enjoying the taste of Marsha's lipstick. "Dave said you were shy, but Christ, loosen up!" He grabbed an arm and yanked her down to the couch. "Give me a feel. I've been dying all night to get my hands on your tits."
"You-must be crazy!" She struggled, finding Gordon's bizarre behavior unexplainable.
"Crazy for you," Gordon said, pulling her into his arms.
He kissed her again, his hand mauling the front of her dress. His fingers kneaded the soft, supple flesh of her tit, squeezing. His mouth still plastered to hers, he dropped his mauling hand to her knee, skimming under her dress and feeling the soft, silky flesh.
Marsha broke free and slapped him hard across the face. "I'm leaving if you don't stop." She kept her voice low, not wanting a fight. "I'll tell my husband."
"You crazy?" Gordon laughed. "I think he's too busy to care."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, baby, he's probably up in bed right now giving Doris his cock."
Marsha gasped, her breath caught in her throat. "You're the one who's crazy," she said. She reached over and fumbled for the switch on the lamp, fending off Gordon's pawing hands. Finally, she flicked it on, blinked, then looked around the room. They were alone.
"C'mon, baby, don't be a wet blanket. Loosen up." He grabbed her, hauling her twisting, struggling body back into his arms.
"Let me go! I'll scream."
"If you do, you might give your husband the wrong impression. I'm not trying to rape you."
"I want to leave," she snapped. "I'm going to get Dave." She shoved Gordon away. Quickly, she got to her feet. Smoothing her dress, she glared at her grinning neighbor.
"I don't think Dave wants to be disturbed."
"We'll see about that!" Marsha snapped.
"You're not the type of friends we want." She stormed out of the living room. "Dave! Dave?"
She stalked through the dining room to the kitchen, expecting to find her husband fending off the little bitch, Doris. But Dave wasn't there. She began to panic. Quickly, she headed back to the living room.
Gordon was waiting at the steps, a knowing smile on his grinning face. "I'm telling you, baby. Dave doesn't want to be disturbed."
"I'm not your baby," Marsha rapped nastily. She stared incredulously at him. "Aren't you the least bit interested in what Doris might be doing?"
"I know what Doris is doing-what you should be doing-getting better acquainted." Gordon grabbed for an arm, but missed. "Now why not be a good neighbor and come back in the living room and give me a little of the same consideration Doris is showing Dave?"
"Go to hell!" she spat. "I'm finding Dave and then we're leaving."
She climbed the stairs, frightened that the things Gordon was saying might be true. Swallowing her fear, she continued up the carpeted steps. Gordon was following, and it would serve him right if they found Dave in bed with his wife.
Marsha wasn't thinking about how she would react if they found them in bed. She was too mad for that. All she thought about was seeing the shocked expression on Gordon's smug face.
When she reached the top of the landing, she stomped angrily down the hall, throwing open the first door she reached. Her mouth dropped open in total shock. Her body quaked and she felt weak. Her green eyes were fixed on Doris and Dave!
"I told you they didn't want to be disturbed," Gordon said, standing behind Marsha. He slipped his arms around Marsha's waist. "Sorry, we were just leaving," he told them.
Marsha stared, unable to believe what she was witnessing. Doris was on her knees in front of Dave. Her dress was on the floor, and her big tits spilled out of a black lace bra. Tight black panties covered her ass. Dave's cock was out of his pants, hard, thick, and Marsha could see where Doris's mouth had drenched it in spit and her hands still clutched it. Marsha stood there, staring in stunned silence.
Doris's head turned. "Why don't you stay? We can have a blast together." The cute, raven-haired neighbor looked up at Dave and saw his reddened face. "You don't mind, do you?"
Dave had lost his voice. He looked at his wife and saw the hurt and utter amazement on her face. Then his eyes shifted to Gordon and finally down to luscious Doris, who was still stroking his cock. Suddenly, he found his voice. "C'mon, Marsha," he said to his wife. "It'll be fun."
"You bastard! Marsha shrugged out of Gordon's arms. "You rotten fuckin' bastard!" she repeated to Dave. She shoved Gordon out of her way and stormed down the stairs.
Reluctantly, Dave pulled his cock out of Doris's fantastic hands. "I'd better talk to her."
"Don't forget to come back," Doris purred softly. "I was just getting acquainted."
"Yeah," Gordon said, "talk to your wife. Then we can all have a real fun party tonight."
Dave caught up with Marsha outside the house just before she was about to slam the door. He grabbed his wife's arm. "C'mon back, honey. C'mon, just this once."
He wanted Doris, had wanted her from the first minute he had seen her four days ago when they moved in across the street. He didn't want to blow it now. His neighbor's mouth had been like liquid velvet. His prick was still aching from it.
Marsha stared at her husband as if she didn't know him. "You're-" Not knowing what to call him, she shook off his grip on her arm. "I'm not going back in that house ever again! Doris is nothing but a whore and Gordon's worse, not caring about his wife. You-I can't understand."
"I thought it might be fun."
"It wouldn't bother you if I let that animal fuck me?" Her green eyes mirrored her disbelief.
Dave nodded, knowing it would bother him. But Doris was one helluva consolation! "Okay, I'll go back and tell them it's off. Wait for me."
"Shit on you!" she rapped vigorously. "I'm going home! I'm not waiting around here." After taking a few steps down the path, she turned around. "We'll talk when you get home!"
Dave groaned and watched his wife cross the street. "Goddamn it," he muttered, going back into the Curtis' house. His chance to fuck the sexy Doris was shot to hell. He climbed the stairs and went down the hall to the bedroom, expecting to see Doris dressed and Gordon angry. He was wrong.
"Where's Marsha?" Gordon asked. Doris was sitting on his lap, his hand mauling one of her exposed tits. "Couldn't change her mind?"
Dave's gut tightened into steel. His mouth dried up. He was leering at Doris's beautiful body and plump, ripe tits. "Nah, I just came back to apologize." He turned to leave. "Maybe we can all get together some other time." He said it, even though he knew Marsha would never change her mind.
"Hey," Doris called to him, squirming off her husband's lap. "Where you going? We haven't had our party yet." Doris grabbed an arm, one tit was out of her lace bra, the other jiggling inside the lace cup.
Dave stopped and looked at Gordon who was still sitting on the plush bedroom chair. Then he looked at Doris again. His cock throbbed for her.
Gordon grinned. "Yeah, where the hell you going? The three of us can still have fun. Doris likes it anyway she can get it."
Doris began rubbing her body against Dave. "Gordie's right, Dave. I can take you both and not neglect either one of you." She winked lewdly. "Right, Gordie?" Her head turned toward her husband.
"She's dynamite with two cocks," Gordon said. "C'mon back, Marsha will change her mind in time. I can wait. It'll make it that much more exciting when I do fuck her."
Dave thought about Marsha at home waiting for him. He knew she would never change her mind. He looked at Doris longingly, knowing he would never get another chance like this. "Hell, why not?"
CHAPTER TWO
Doris threw herself into his arms, tilting her head to be kissed, her lips parted, her tongue flicking. She pressed her soft, supple frame into him. "Kiss me, Dave. Feed me your tongue."
Gordon encouraged him. "Go on," he said, sensing Dave's hesitation and discomfort. "Tonight she belongs to us both." He hauled himself out of the chair, went over to the bed, and began to strip off his clothes.
Dave didn't need a second invitation. He brought his mouth to Doris's and plunged his tongue between her eager lips. His arms crushed her exciting body to his, and his hands roamed her sizzling flesh.
His discomfort faded as Doris squirmed in his arms and rubbed her belly into the aching bulge inside his pants.
Doris sucked greedily on his exploring tongue. She mashed her overripe tits into his chest, then broke the kiss. "C'mon over to the bed, Dave. I'm dying to suck your cock again." She tugged his hand, pulling him.
Plopping on the bed, she attacked his zipper with zest. "God, I'm cock hungry!" Frantically groping inside his pants, she finally lugged out his steel-beamed cock. "Mmmmmm, it looks delicious."
"Suck it, honey," Gordon said, lying on his back, his cock jutting high above his hairy groin. "Show him how great your mouth is."
"He already knows," she giggled.
She took Dave's prick in her hands and rubbed the reddened head over the exposed tit. A drop of clear, sticky pre-cum appeared from his piss-slot.
"You're getting my nipple gooey," she moaned. "God, I can feel the heat." She squeezed his bloated cockshaft, and Dave groaned.
"Unnnn, Doris, suck it! Suck it!" No longer self-conscious, he curled his fingers into her thick, lustrous black hair and brought her mouth to his cock. "Suck it, Doris!"
Doris gobbled greedily, his prick going deep into her throat. Her lips were at the zipper, and she held his cock with her throat muscles as they stretched to accommodate his bulky cock meat.
"Jesus Christ!" Dave moaned. Her mouth was hot, wet, burning wet. His hips jabbed his cock down her gullet. "Goddamn!"
Doris sank her teeth into his steel-hard cock-shaft and shook her head. Her teeth scraped into the thin, sensitive skin that covered the blood-gorged cock muscle.
"Aghhhhhh!" He relaxed his grip on her gleaming black hair.
Doris dragged her mouth up his cock, tormenting his throbbing cock with her teeth. "Get undressed," she gasped, when her mouth came off his bloated prick. Her pretty face was flushed with desire. She tore at his pants as he took off his shirt.
"God, I'm burning up," she moaned, running her hands up and down his hairy legs. She stood as Dave lay down on the bed. He was naked, his cock towering above his groin.
Doris was standing beside the bed, leering hungrily at her husband's cock and Dave's.
"Shit, I'm gonna get plenty to eat tonight!"
"Strip, honey," Gordon groaned anxiously. "Show our new neighbor how great you look naked." His fist was wrapped around his aching hard-on.
"My pleasure," Doris mewed, rocking on her heels at the foot of the bed. "Maybe next time Marsha will give us a show."
Dave didn't think so, but he kept quiet. His eyes were locked on Doris as she moved her body erotically. His prick throbbed, and his nuts ached. This was definitely going to be a night to remember.
Sensuously, Doris brought her hands up over her rotating hips and along her rib cage to her voluptuous tits. Her fingers spanned the twin tit globes, one tit hidden, the other exposed. "Ooooo, I'm creaming my fuckin' panties." As she squeezed the perfect mounds, her dark eyes flashed. "I'm creaming all over!"
She tossed her bra aside once it snapped open from her groping fingers. Her breath was shallow, noisy. She mauled her naked tits, whimpering in joy, her fingers squeezing the jello-like tit meat.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ! I'm out of my skull," she panted.
"The panties, honey," Gordon groaned. "Get off your fuckin' panties." As always, his wife had him almost creaming with her blatant sexuality. "Get 'em off!"
"Your wish is my command," she purred, her eyes glowing like two bonfires. She looked at Dave-a sultry smile on her full, moist mouth. "You want to see my pussy?"
Dave grinned lasciviously. His cock was throbbing like an abscessed tooth. He groaned, nodding his head.
"Tell me, Dave. Tell me with words." Her fingers jiggled her huge, creamy tits.
"Let's see your pussy," he rasped. His eyes bore into her crotch.
She leered at her husband. "I think Dave's shy with you in the room, honey." She winked. "Tell him anything goes."
Gordon was anxious to get things going. "Anything you want, Dave. She belongs to both of us."
"Mmmmm, I love hearing that," Doris cooed, pushing her panties down over her round, curvy hips.
She revealed the patch of black pussy hair to her husband's and Dave's obvious pleasure. She shoved the thin garment down her thighs, and her panties dropped to the floor.
"Now, we're all naked," she said with an impish pout. "What should we do?"
"How about giving us each a blow-job?" Gordon eagerly suggested. "Prime our cocks for your pussy."
"Yeah," Dave agreed. The memory of her hungry mouth on his cock made his nuts ache.
"Mmmmm, I like that idea."
Giggling like a schoolgirl, Doris climbed on the bed between the two men. Her tits dangled down and her face was flushed with a hungry desire. She swiped her tongue across her lips and moaned.
"I'll lick you first," she rasped as she brought her mouth over Dave's prick and gobbled it down with one long gulp.
"Aghhhh," Dave groaned, lunging up and spearing Doris's tight throat. Then he reached down, curled his fingers through her hair, and jabbed his prick into her face.
Doris struggled and gnashed her teeth into the thick base of his prick. She pulled her mouth off. "No fair holding me on your cock," she giggled, spit dribbling down her chin. "I have to spend time on each of you and I need the freedom to move. Right, honey?" Her eyes danced to her husband's flushed face.
"Yeah," Gordon grunted. "Suck me now!"
Swooping down she kissed her husband's prick then eased her wet lips over the reddish-purple head. Inch by inch, she took his cock into her mouth until her lips were flush against the curly hair at the base. She held her lips there, whipping her tongue back and forth along the sensitive underside of his prick.
"God, baby," Gordon groaned, the muscles of his stomach tightening. His chest heaved and he came slamming up, gouging his wife's tight throat with the head of his rock-hard prick. "Unnn, honey!"
Doris came off his prick and switched back to Dave, licking the length of his already spit-soaked cockshaft. Loud slurping kisses smacked noisily against his blue-veined prick as she nibbled along the wide girth of his cock and heard Dave's loud, pleasurable groans.
Dave arched his back. His heavy balls were laden with cum, and they ached. He glanced down at his cock in Doris's mouth, then at Gordon. He was still inhibited by the presence of Doris's husband.
Gordon caught the look and rolled out of bed. "Hey, Dave, don't sweat it. I'll go down, have a drink, and come back in an hour. You and Doris have fun."
Doris eased her mouth off Dave's prick and looked at her husband. "I'll take care of you later, darling."
"I know, baby. Take care of our new neighbor for now. Next time I'll have Marsha to keep me busy." Gordon closed the door, leaving his wife alone with a horny and anxious Dave.
"Now you can really relax," Doris whispered as she climbed between his legs and stroked his prick. She rubbed her large, swollen tits over his wet prick, purposely banging her nipples onto the bloated head, "Mmmm, I've been wondering how you'd be in bed ever since you and Marsha moved in."
Dave grabbed her beautiful tits, his fingers curling into the huge globes of meat. "Goddamn, you've got big tits!"
Doris giggled. She crawled over him, straddled his upper body and leaned forward. Her tits dangled into his face. "I've watched you staring at me, wondering if all this hot tit meat of mine was real. Now, you can check it out, make sure they're real." She swooned, his hands were squeezing and massaging the sensitive flesh. "No injections, no silicone, just natural God-given tittie meat. It's all me!"
Dave sucked the delicious-tasting tits wildly, then he chewed the firm meat. Sucking the large, round pinkish-brown nipples into his mouth, he groaned. His cock twitched. He chewed on the hard bullet tips next, giving Doris a thrill. Then he brought his hands into play, mauling the ultra-soft, creamy flesh. His fingers sank into the yielding tit meat with ease.
"Oooo, Dave," she crooned, rocking over his face. "Oooo, I love it!" She wriggled her hips, the head of his cock touching the cheeks of her ass.
Dave pawed with his hands and sucked with his mouth. Doris's plump, exotic tits were putty in his clutches. He buried his face between the twin tit mounds and sucked his way out to Doris's squealing gasping delight.
She pulled back, stared into his face. "You ready for my pussy?"
"Yeah, baby," Dave groaned. "I've been ready for you since I first laid eyes on you."
Doris giggled again. "I've had the same thoughts about you." She bent forward and reamed her tongue through his open mouth. She pulled back before he captured her in his arms.
"It's a shame poor Marsha has to miss all the fun. Gordon would have given her a great fuck." Doris squirmed on top of him, her legs straddling his hips. "Next time, it'll be different."
Dave moaned. The heat of her pussy found his cock and he grabbed her hips, trying to lift her onto his aching prick. He craved the heat of her pussy. "Get it in, Doris. Christ!"
Doris wiggled, her tits bouncing, and pushed his hands off her hips. "You just play with my tits, Davey. I'll do the rest. I want to enjoy my first fuck with my new neighbor my way."
Dave groaned, mangled her tits with his large hands, and gave her a lecherous grin, half in pleasure, half in frustration for being denied the juicy heat of her pussy.
Dave leered up into her beautiful face. Her dark flashing eyes glittered devilishly. Doris's gleaming black hair barely touched her shoulders and her red-slashed mouth flaunted her full, moist lips. She reeked of sex.
"Don't take too long," he warned. "If you do, I'll have to rape you."
"You'll never have to rape me, Davey. I'll spread my legs for you anytime you want. Just have nice, sexy Marsha spread 'em for Gordon." Doris slid the gash of her oozing cunt up and down the length of his cock. She drenched him in pussy-cream-hot, frothy, thick.
She placed her hands over his, squeezing, urging him to be rougher with her tits. "Unnn, yeahhhh," she gasped when he complied. "I like it rough."
She rocked on his stiff prick, felt the steady throb of his thick, bulky prick shaft. His cock slid effortlessly between the folds of her swollen cuntlips.
Dave let out a groan. He twisted under Doris's torturous foreplay. "Put it in your pussy!" His tight voice was edged with lust.
"Make me," she taunted. "Make me!" She licked her lips, shook her tits, and gyrated her hips in an arc of defiance. "Make me, Davey."
Like an animal Dave growled, his hands grabbing her rotating hips. His hands rising up her body, he pulled her to him and rolled on the king-size bed. The quick move had him on top of a delighted but surprised Doris.
He glared down into her lust-filled face, his prick poised at the entrance to her gaping cunt. "You mean like this?" He lunged. His prick sunk to the root.
"Yesssss!" she screamed, lunging up to meet him. "Yessss!" Her ass coming off the bed, she twisted her hips and ground her cunt into his groin. Her pussy was stretched with cock meat, her clit mashed into the hardness of his body. "Unnnn! Dave!" was all she could utter.
Dave was surprised at her strength. He growled and drove forward with the next plunge, smashing her twisting, supple body back into the mattress. As he held her pinned, he buried his cock to the root again.
"You're a tigress," he growled. His cock, acting like a wooden stake, pinioned her to the bed.
"God," she moaned loudly, twitching. Her body struggled beneath him. "Your cock's up in my fuckin' belly?" Her nails clawed his arms, raked his bare chest, then swiftly caressed his flushed tight face. "Fuck me," Davey! Make me howl so loud Gordon will hear me downstairs." She scratched his arms again, leaving thin trails of red. "Fuck me!"
Dave eased back, the muscles inside Doris's hot pussy pulsing against his shaft like spongy vises. With his cockhead between the folds of her furnace-like cunt, he paused and watched Doris fuck herself on his stiff shaft. Gazing down into her contorted, lust-crazed face, he marveled at her raw passion.
Doris's body went wild. Her ass hammered the bed. Her cunt went slamming onto Dave's thick prick. "Davey! Davey!" Impaling herself recklessly, she rotated her hips, her cunt muscles working overtime. "Oh, Christ, Davey, make it happen. Make it happen!"
Riding her unbridled fury, Dave succumbed to her wishes willingly. He slammed hard, brutally hard. Her grunting gasps of pleasure immediately followed.
This time, he didn't stop. His hips rammed and his cock slashed in and out of her juicy-hot pussyhole.
"Yessss! Yesssss!" Doris squealed at the top of her lungs. The lightning-fast jabs she craved finally overwhelmed her. "Fuck me! Stab me, fucker! Ram it all the way!" Her voice, a loud shrill, carried into the hall and down the stairs to the living room where Gordon sipped Scotch and fed on his wife's lust.
Dave was amazed, thrilled with the fury that possessed Doris as she battled him wildly. With each stab of his cock his speed increased. His strokes, long and hard from the tip to the groin, shortened into fierce jabs that made them both groan in pleasure as their bodies smashed into each other.
"Oooooo, Dave!" She clawed his thick-muscled arms and met his violent thrusts with her own strong upward lunges. She wrapped her legs tightly around his jabbing body and dug her heels into the sinewy muscles of his lower back.
"Give it to me! Give it to me, Davey!" She was shrieking, her body humping. Her heels gouged into his tight-muscled back. "Gimmmm . . . eeeeeeee!"
Her voice echoed in his skull. A wildcat! He reacted to her fury, plowing her back into the mattress. His cock ripped into her juicy pussy-hole with greased-lightning speed. His nuts ached to be emptied as they whacked into the juice-stained cheeks of her jiggling ass.
Sharp nails dragged down Dave's chest. She glared up into his face, her dark eyes glimmering lustfully. "I feel you, Davey! Oh God, can you fuck!" She bit her lip, lunged up, and smashed herself into his groin with demonic force.
Dave was getting closer. His balls were rumbling. His cock was steeped in the boiling juices of her pussy. Leering into her contorted face, he saw the raging passion that engulfed her. He pounded harder, and the meat of her tits floundered and jibbled, the cherry-like nipples looking as if they were ready to burst.
His arms stiff, his palms flat against the mattress, he fucked her with all his strength. The cords in his neck tightened into steel cables and his jaw tensed. "Cum," he growled through clenched teeth. "Bathe my cock."
Doris's dark eyes rolled up into her head. "Yes!" His voice triggered an explosion deep inside her. "I'm cuming!" Her gyrations became more frantic, more demanding. "I'm creaming your fuckin' cock!"
Dave knew it. The pulsing of her overheated pussy told him. Her hot juices that bathed his prick took him quickly to his orgasm, and for a brief second he hovered at the point of no return. He strained to hold back, wanting to enjoy and wallow in the fantastic sight of Doris screaming and twisting beneath him. Hot cum drenched his jabbing cock, the heat reaching deep into his balls. His rumbling cum-bloated nuts couldn't hold back any longer.
"I'm cuming," he roared in a deep voice. His prick whitewashed her scalding cunt with his gooey cum. "I'm cuming," he repeated as another pulsing stream flooded Doris's cunt. As he jabbed over and over again into her churning twisting orgasming body, her cunt squished and gushed both their milky cum-cream.
"I feel it! Oh Christ! Ooooo, you're squirting me deep!" Her mind snapped. Her head jerked from side to side. Her upper body contorted. Her lower body humped, writhed. Hot, sizzling convulsions racked her body as she creamed Dave's prick in the throes of her own orgasm. Slamming her heels into his back, she urged him to destroy her.
The two overheated bodies collided violently, Doris lunging up, Dave came slamming down. With all the power of his six foot frame he drove Doris into the bed, his spouting prick skewering her deep. Their cum intermixed and the bed squeaked from the strain of the two wild bodies.
Her back arching, her legs shooting out straight, Doris slammed back into his groin. She screamed, threw her arms around his neck and hauled him down. She crushed herself beneath him as she twitched in ecstasy.
Dave groaned, his face caught between her neck and shoulder. He never stopped his relentless pounding. His cock never ceased unloading the sticky cum that had once filled his nuts. Deep, muffled sounds were trapped in Doris's neck as he came.
Doris sank her teeth into the tough skin of Dave's neck. She lunged up and twisted at the same time, caught in the whirlwind fury of her orgasm.
Dave yanked his head away from her throat and bellowed. Then in payment, he sadistically beat her body into submission with his spurting prick until Doris lay panting and limp beneath him, her orgasm spent, her body exhausted.
Still, he pounded her senseless, then groaned when the empty shells of his balls told him it was over. He stopped pumping and rolled off her tender body. His cock was sore, limp, coated with pussy-cream and his own jizz.
"Jesus Christ," he moaned, catching his breath. "You don't hold back at all, do you?"
Doris let out a happy giggle and cuddled in his arms. "Gordie likes me to be physical and loud. It turns him on. I hope you liked it." She rubbed his groin and massaged his shrinking cock.
The door opened and Gordon walked in, a drink in his hand, his prick jutting out a mile. "I could hear you all the way downstairs," he said, plopping into a chair. He glanced at Dave and grinned. "She's a fuckin' wildcat, isn't she?" He gave his wife a wink.
Dave nodded. Passion spent, he reverted to being self-conscious again. "I'd better get home." Dave slipped away from Doris's idle fingers and climbed out of bed.
Gordon took his place. "Don't forget, next time Marsha has to play."
Dave glanced back at them, grabbing his clothes. Doris was between Gordon's legs, slurping on his cock. He didn't believe the stamina this hot-blooded woman possessed. "I'll try, Gordon."
"Hey, I hope you succeed. I mean, you can't keep fucking Doris unless I get some of Marsha." He stroked his wife's hair, lazily enjoying her hot mouth on his cock.
"I know," Dave replied, getting dressed quickly so he could get back to his house and straighten things out with his wife.
Doris looked up when Dave reached the doorway. The fiery look was still gleaming in her dark eyes. "Make her change her mind, Davey. I'm dying to fuck you again."
Dave grinned sheepishly and left. Doris swooped down on her husband's cock.
Dave walked into his dark, silent house. He closed the front door quietly. The lights flicked on suddenly, and he glanced up, seeing Marsha standing at the top of the stairs. His smile was a weak one.
"I think we better talk."
"Fuck you!" she screamed. She threw a blanket and pillow down the stairs. "I have nothing to say to you." Marsha was breathing hard. Her eyes were fiery with hurt and anger. "I hope you enjoyed fucking the little bitch because it'll be a cold day in hell before I spread my legs for you again!"
Having said her piece, she stomped back into the bedroom and slammed the door with a loud bang, then locked it. She climbed into bed and cried herself to sleep.
Frowning, Dave picked up the blanket and - pillow, preparing himself to spend an uncomfortable night on the couch.
CHAPTER THREE
Marsha blinked herself awake. The light streaming into the room through the bedroom window told her it was morning. She reached out instinctively for Dave and was startled when her hand didn't touch the familiar warmth of his body. It was then that all the agony and hurt of the night before came flooding back to her.
"Bastard," she mumbled under her breath. She threw back the covers and climbed out of bed, her creamy tits bouncing. She grabbed a robe from the closet and wrapped herself in it. She had no intention of showing her body to Dave for a long, long time.
She left the bedroom, expecting to find him still sleeping downstairs on the couch. She was relieved and sad at the same time when she found that he wasn't there.
She found a note, read it, crumpled it up, tossed it to the floor. There was no way she believed that he had gone to play golf. She knew where he was-he was with those freaks, Gordon and Doris, probably fucking Doris while Gordon cheered them on.
Marsha shook her head. A tremor raced up her spine as she thought of Dave cheering her on while some faceless stranger plowed his cock into her ripe pussy.
"No!" she said aloud, going into the kitchen.
She made coffee. It had been a rough, sleepless night. Visions of Dave with an endless number of naked couples lined up at the door to take their turn with her had filled her dreams and made her hot.
At the table, she sat drinking coffee, thinking about her dreams, mulling over last night. "It could be exciting," she whispered carefully, as if the very words would burn her tongue. "Gordon is good-looking." She smiled, her cheeks burning with the embarrassment of her own thoughts.
Her embarrassment turned to anger at the way Dave had treated her. She reasoned, while drinking another cup of hot, steaming coffee, that if Dave had talked with her and prepared her for what happened last night, she might even have consented.
She slammed her fist down on the table. The cups and saucers rattled. "No! Never!" It was wrong! Or was it? She thought a minute, then her face screwed up in hate as she thought about Dave enjoying Doris's beautiful body.
"The rotten bastard!" she muttered. "He should have come home instead of staying there. And not even the courtesy of staying home this morning to talk about what happened!"
"You'll pay," she promised aloud. "You'll pay in spades." She finished her coffee and hurried back to the bedroom upstairs, a plan already taking shape on how to get even with Dave.
Stripping off her robe, she climbed into the shower. The cold water washed away any remnants of sleep that had clung to her. She shivered, and turned the lever, warming the water until it beat her flesh with a hot, steamy spray.
She sighed, her hands squeezing and massaging the meat of her tits. She leaned against the wet tiles, breathing heavy. The hot water was beating her swollen nipples and their hard bullet tips. She was hot, hungry for sex. Dave had not touched her in days, and now she knew why-the hotter and hungrier she was, the better his chance of her going along with fucking Gordon.
She laughed silently. "Your plan has worked," she said aloud, the hot water turning her flesh pink. "Except I'm going to get fucked to satisfy my hunger, not your hunger for other women."
She turned, letting the water beat against her back and neck until she shuddered. The tension from the night before left. The promise and excitement of what lay ahead took its place.
Padding wet and naked to the bedroom window, she peeked out through the drapes. There was a group of teenaged boys playing ball in the street.
"Mmmmm," she mouthed to herself, "if you look up here, boys, you'll get an eyeful." For a split second she parted the drapes, flaunting her body, then closed them.
She shivered. That one act, that one, simple act-so completely opposite of what she had been before-weakened her legs and made the deep crevice of her pussy ooze. "Oh God," she moaned, clutching the drapes. "I've changed." It was an honest, revealing statement.
Long elegant strides brought her to the dresser. She pulled out tight terry shorts, a silky blouse. She wasn't sure she liked the change in herself, but for the moment she had no choice. Dave had to be repayed and she had to find out if this new change was what she truly wanted.
She pulled the shorts up her bare legs, over her round ass, and fastened the snap at the hip. They clung to her full hips and firm ass like hot-orange paint. She slipped on the short blouse. It barely concealed her rib cage. Trembling fingers buttoned it, but she left the top button open. The deep erotic cleavage of her tits was an open invitation to ogle.
Her midriff bare, her bellybutton an object of sensuality, a hint of flaring hips, ass flesh peeking out of the tight shorts, Marsha slipped into high heels and left the bedroom. Her skin still slightly moist from showering dampened the silky blouse, darkening the material around her tits. The blouse was almost transparent and her nipples were outlined as if the silk had been painted on her skin.
She went downstairs, wondering what to do, how to go about committing her first adulterous act. Ten years of faithful marriage and a natural bent toward shyness had to be overcome. Determined, she headed for the front door, knowing that, dressed the way she was, opportunity would present itself. She smiled and stepped out on the porch.
Her face changed. What if Dave came home? It was the one cloud in an otherwise exciting morning. She shook the thought from her mind. If he did, it would be nice to see how he reacted-finding her mouth on somebody else's cock. She giggled. If he didn't, she'd have more time to have further adventures. Either way, it didn't matter.
Sitting on the front step, elbows on her knees, palms supporting her chin, Marsha watched the boys. She speculated, as they played their game of ball, on each good-looking teenager, fantasizing about him. She grew hotter and hotter by the minute, and she knew her pussy was beginning to seep. Her crotch was warm. Her thoughts became more graphic about Kenny, the tallest of the boys. "Damn," she gasped, about ready to go inside and play with herself.
Just then the ball soared over Kenny's head, and he turned and ran after it. It rolled up onto Marsha's lawn, bounced on the cement path to her house, and stopped at the bottom step where Marsha was seated.
She had her eye on the tall good-looking boy running toward her. She decided to have some fun with Kenny before finding a man to exact her revenge on her husband.
"Hi, Kenny," Marsha purred seductively. Her sparkling green eyes wandered over the muscular, long-limbed boy.
Kenny's eyes bulged. Marsha's outfit was a turn-on, especially on her fabulous body. His eyes turned away from her exposed tits peeking out from behind her silky blouse. His face reddened.
"Hi, Mrs. Andrews," he said, bending down and retrieving the ball, well aware of her long legs as he straightened back up.
"Like to sit and keep me company for a while?" she asked boldly. The way her elbows were on her knees gave him a good opportunity to examine the dark crease between her creamy tits.
Kenny gulped back the lump in his throat. He blinked away the burning vision of Marsha's twin tittle mounds and heard his name being called. He turned-the other two boys were waving to him. After tossing the ball back to his friends, he faced Marsha again, a wide, innocent smile on his handsomely boyish face.
"Sure, I'll keep you company."
"You don't mind giving up the game?" The tip of her pink tongue flicked over her full, sensuous mouth.
"Nan. It's just kid stuff. Something to pass the time." He sat on the step above her, his eyes glancing down to look into her blouse. "I was getting bored anyway."
"I'm glad." She gave him a smile. "Not because you were getting bored, but because you're nice enough to keep me company."
"I'm glad you asked," Kenny said, stumbling over the words and blushing at the same time.
Marsha leaned back, angling her body so the horny teenager could have an easier time looking at her bloated tits. She took a deep breath-her tits billowed-and she casually glanced away, an innocent expression on her beautiful face. She felt the boy's eyes on her body and was thrilled.
Kenny's eyes popped, staring at her bulging tits, meaty and full. His prick grew into a steel pole in seconds. His breath hissed out, his eyes following the smooth contour of her tits and settling on the outline of the nipples through the sexy, thin material. He gulped down his desire to grab her. Kenny tore his eyes away when she looked back at him.
"You look all flushed, Kenny. You feeling all right?"
Her voice sounded concerned. She was enjoying herself. It had been a while since Dave had looked at her that way and her face hardened. Dave was more interested in fucking the whore of the neighborhood. She shrugged off the feeling and softened her face into a dreamy smile.
"I feel fine," Kenny stammered.
The other two boys had finished their game and were walking over, tossing the ball between them, laughing and joking. The closer they came, the quieter they were. They too began to ogle Marsha.
Marsha reveled in the attention. It made her feel like a woman. She gave each boy a hot, sizzling smile while erotic thoughts danced through her head. She leaned back, displaying her body in a subtle manner for the horny teenaged boys to enjoy.
"You coming with us?" one of the boys asked Kenny.
"We're going over to Karen's house and mess around," the other boy chipped in. He winked, his eyes drifting from Kenny to Marsha.
"Oh, I thought you were going to help me with the furniture," Marsha quickly said, looking at a flushed Kenny, then at the other two boys. "I had no idea you were busy."
Kenny was eyeing his two buddies, as if to tell them to beat it. "Yeah, guys, I promised Mrs. Andrews I'd help her with a few things."
"Suit yourself," the curly headed boy with a face swamped in freckles said. "You're gonna miss out."
"Yeah," the other boy added. "Karen's parents are out." He looked at Marsha and blushed. His expression looked as if he had been caught with his pants down. He looked quickly away. "You sure you ain't coming?"
"I'm sure," Kenny said, knowing that wild horses couldn't drag him away from the luscious Marsha, even for a sure piece of ass like Karen.
"I hope you didn't mind my little lie," Marsha purred, once the two boys had disappeared down the street. "I feel kind of lonely today and wanted your company." She gave him a big warm smile.
"I didn't mind at all. I'm glad you said that."
"So am I." Marsha leaned forward, then stood, her long, elegant legs parted. The soft orange terry shorts crept up between the folds of her ripe, steamy pussy. Kenny noticed. "How about coming in the house and having a soda, or something?" she asked, slowly walking past him up the steps, feeling his eyes on the curve of her ass when she reached the door. "You coming?"
"Yeah." He scrambled to his feet.
She stood at the door, holding it open, making it impossible for him to pass without brushing against her. When he did, she felt the muscles inside her pussy go wild.
Kenny was forced to stifle a low groan as he stood in the foyer watching Marsha's luscious body. The contact he made when he walked past her and the sweet scent of her perfume made his head whirl. He felt as if someone had kicked him in the groin. He stared at her luscious body as she closed the front door. Then the groan came out.
"Did you say something?" she purred, taking his hand.
He shook his head, not trusting his voice. Her hand felt cool against his sweaty palm and a bolt of electricity charged through his body.
"C'mon." She tugged his hand and led him into the kitchen. With him seated at the table, she went to the refrigerator and bent down for two sodas.
Marsha knew he was looking at her. And the way his eyes bored into her ass when she was bent over delighted her more than she ever thought possible.
She turned, holding the sodas, catching the hungry look in Kenny's eyes before he could look away. As she strode confidently to the table, she smiled. "Here. I hope you like Coke." After setting the frosty bottles down, she pulled up a chair. When she sat, she made sure her leg grazed his.
Kenny's eyes fell to the twin bulges peeking out from her partially opened blouse. He almost spilled the bottle of Coke as he opened it.
"Do you want me to help you with anything?" he asked, hoping to stay around and admire her for as long as possible.
"Maybe," she said mysteriously. Her dazzling green eyes dined on his smooth, handsome face. She could see where the man in him was trying to show through the boyish exterior. She touched his arm. "You're strong, Kenny."
Kenny shuddered inside, smiling nervously. He blushed, automatically flexing his biceps.
"Mmmm, very strong." She squeezed the bulging muscle and looked deep into his face. She stood, bringing his eyes with her. Her hands then spanned his shoulders. "You're nice and strong here, too."
With her standing in front of him, Kenny stared at her bare midriff where her blouse ended and her tight shorts began. The lump he had been fighting in his throat finally succeeded in clogging his gullet. He tried swallowing, but it wouldn't dissolve. His hands clenched into fists.
Marsha sensed his anxiety and stepped back. She leaned against the counter, striking a suitable pose in case Kenny's eyes decided to wander. Her own passion was raging and she knew Kenny's was too. Then she realized it was no longer a game.-She wanted this boy, wanted his hard, youthful body and his cock. The realization made her face flush and her knees buckle.
She managed to bring herself under control. It wasn't time yet. "Who is this Karen your friends were talking about?"
Kenny's cheeks flared. "Ju-just a girl," he stammered uneasily.
"Oooo," Marsha cooed. From what the other boys said, Marsha knew that Karen was more than 'just a girl.' "I think this Karen is somebody special. Is she one of your girlfriends?"
"No," Kenny protested meekly. "She's a . . . a . . ." Instead of finishing the sentence, he took a long gulp of Coke.
Marsha smiled. "I think I know what you mean." She winked. "She's everybody's girlfriend."
A weak smile passed over Kenny's mouth, and he nodded.
"Is she pretty?" Marsha leaned one hip against the counter. Then she heaved a deep breath, the buttons of her blouse straining against the tits that were trying to bust loose. Kenny hadn't missed it.
"A little," he replied shyly.
"Is she built? I mean, up here?" Marsha brought her hands sensuously up her body, under, then over the bulge of each tit. "Bigger than me?"
Kenny felt his balls tighten and his prick harden. "No," he rasped, finding his voice.
"I guess she lets all the boys touch her, huh?"
The conversation was getting to Marsha. She imagined the young girl allowing the three boys to play with her tits. A shivery trickle went up her legs and her crotch felt warm, moist, sticky.
Kenny nodded, his eyes flowing over Marsha's exquisite body.
"You like touching her, Kenny?" Marsha asked in a soft, sensual lilt.
Kenny nodded again, unable to take his eyes off her beautiful body.
Marsha was enjoying his attention. It made her feel good. "Tell me what you do when you and your friends are with Karen." She knew that whatever Kenny said, it would get them both hotter, and the hotter they were the more fun she could have with the handsome boy.
She went over to Kenny, her hips swinging promiscuously, her tits bouncing behind the silk. "Tell me everything you do with Karen."
Kenny couldn't bring himself to speak.
Marsha's silky-smooth skin was staring him in the face and the scent of her perfume was attacking him. He was powerless against this beautiful woman.
He stared at her flat stomach as it breathed above the shorts, his eyes reveling in the erotic design of her bellybutton. He didn't look up.
"Tell me, Kenny. I want to know."
Her intoxicating voice and magnificent body made him her slave. He couldn't refuse her anything. "She lets us play with her tits," he said finally. His voice was barely heard past his lips.
"Go on," Marsha encouraged, conjuring up the image.
"We take turns feeling and sucking her tits," Kenny rasped, his mind drawing an image of Karen with her sweater and bra off, her tits big and ripe, his mouth sucking them as she moaned. He gulped. His prick hurt, making the pain inside his nuts more acute.
"Sounds like fun," Marsha hummed. "I'll bet she gets hot as hell once you start playing with her." She parted her legs, swaying, closing her eyes. Her hands were sweaty, her body hot and anxious.
"She does," Kenny offered.
"I know I would." She reached for Kenny's hands and placed them on the firm, pillowy softness of her billowing tits. "Since you kept me company, there's no reason you shouldn't have tits to play with, right? I mean, your friends are probably playing with Karen's tits right now. You should be able to do the same to me. I don't want you to miss out on all the fun."
Kenny didn't believe his own ears. He groaned out loud, embarrassed by his own voice. His fingers sank into each pliant globe of tit flesh and he groaned again. When he looked up, he watched his own hands fondling Marsha's magnificent tits.
"Mmmmm," Marsha sighed dreamily. "I like that." She released his hands and caressed his face with light, delicate strokes of her fingers. "Don't stop."
Her hips began to rock to-and-fro. She was enjoying this excursion into the world of forbidden sex. It was exciting, daring. Looking at the boy, she knew he'd do anything she wanted and it added to her passion.
"Are you going to suck them?" she asked, breathless and horny.
His eyes came up her body and settled on her fine-boned, delicate face. "You mean it?"
She licked her lips suggestively. "I want you to do everything to me that you do with Karen." She gave him her hottest and most alluring smile. "For the afternoon, I'll be your own private Karen to do with as you wish."
Kenny, in his innocence, never expected Marsha to be like Karen. His hands on her tits were enough. Damn, Mrs. Andrews is a sexy woman! His head reeled with desire. Playing and kissing her would be more fantastic than fucking Karen.
"Take them out and suck, Kenny," Marsha moaned, cutting into the boy's thoughts.
Kenny heard, blinked back to reality, and tried to keep his mind from drifting. He fumbled with the tiny buttons of her blouse. They were too small for his large awkward fingers. Frustrated, he clenched his teeth, trying to undo the buttons. In his passion and excitement, he made one of the buttons pop.
"I'm sorry," he blurted, feeling like an idiot.
"Don't be. It's all right."
She stroked his face, trailing a finger over the boy's downcast mouth. "I'll do it." She moved her fingers to her silky blouse and ripped. The buttons flew off the silk and scattered to the kitchen floor. She smiled, showing the boy it didn't matter. She also let the blouse fall to the floor.
"Squeeze them, Kenny. They're hot and ready."
Kenny's face froze in passionate hunger. Marsha's tits were exquisite-large, milky-white flesh, swollen, rosy nipples-twice the size of Karen's-the tips hard, erect. He swallowed again, gaping at the flesh that yielded to his kneading fingers.
"Oh, Kenny, I like it! Oooo! Now suck them like you suck Karen's tits." Exposing herself to the boy had turned her into a bubbling cauldron of passion. She wanted to do everything with Kenny that Doris had done with her husband, Dave. "Oooo, Kenny, suck my tits."
Not believing his good fortune, Kenny brought his hungry mouth to one of Marsha's bloated tits. His lips touched warm flesh and his tongue found a swollen nipple. Caught in a trembling spasm, his hands squeezed the fantastic tit globe, feeling its firmness. He sucked and sucked and sucked, squeezing and kneading.
Marsha creamed her tight shorts. The boy was terrific, his mouth was great. Lights popped behind her fluttering eyelids, and her knees weakened. She combed her fingers through his thick head of brown hair, scratching his scalp like a kitten flexing its retractable nails. She murmured soft whimpering purrs.
"Oooo, Kenny!" With her hands on the back of his head she brought his hungry, overactive mouth to her other tit and the greedy, inexperienced boy repeated his hungry attack. Soon, both of her fleshy tits were red from his kneading fingers and wet from his anxious mouth.
She staggered back out of his clutches, green eyes smoldered. She looked at the boy, catching her breath and thinking about his cock and how big it was. Battling her passion, she forced herself to slow down, not wanting this exciting new game to end.
"Does Karen take off all her clothes?"
Kenny nodded. He was amazed at what he had done to her fabulous tits. They were shiny with his spit, red from his mauling hands.
"Then I'll do the same-unless you want to do it for me?" She stepped closer to the mesmerized teenager. "I think it'll be more fun if you take my shorts off."
Without hesitation, Kenny's hands clutched her shorts. He pulled them over the flare of her hips and down her lush thighs to her dimpled knees. He released them and gulped as they dropped to her ankles and high heels. He gazed with a hunger that consumed him at the gorgeous trimmed patch of dark-red pussy hair that adorned Marsha's cunt.
Marsha was fully aware of what she was doing to the boy's mind and body. It turned her on. "You like looking at Karen when she's naked?"
Kenny could only nod. Sucking Marsha's tits had robbed him of his ability to speak.
"I'll bet she likes it. I know I do." She began to model for the stunned boy, striking hot, sizzling poses, turning his mind to mush and his cock to an aching muscle of steel-hard meat.
He saw her jutting tits from every possible angle, as well as Karen's parted sleek, long legs. Her hands moved erotically over her pink glowing skin, caressing and fondling. She gave him a view of her tight ass, standing, bending. Finally, she stopped when she realized she was driving the boy and herself insane.
Marsha went to him and parted her long legs. "Touch my pussy, Kenny." She was trembling almost as much as the anxious teenager.
Kenny obeyed silently, bringing his hand up Marsha's long, silky legs. His fingers grazed delightfully over the ultra-smooth skin of her inner thigh, and his breath caught noisily in his larynx. Dizzy with longing for the beautiful woman, Kenny stroked his eager fingers through Marsha's red-haired pussy. He was instantly stunned with the amount of juice and heat there. He let out a dull moan of torment. The heady scent of her turned-on cunt, the juicy pussy slit that creamed his sliding fingers, and the fervent heat boggled his young mind.
"Does Karen get as juicy as me?" she panted deliriously.
"No," he answered, visualizing Karen's pussy. There was no comparison.
"Do you finger-fuck Karen?" she asked, her head spinning, her senses heightened.
"Uh-huh," he moaned, his fingers soaked in the warm, bubbly froth that seeped from her pussy.
"Then finger me, Kenny, or I'll be jealous." She grabbed his hand, rubbing it over her sopping-wet pussy. "Oooo, finger me, Kenny. Finger-fuck my hot pussy."
Kenny moaned in response and plunged his fingers into the steamy depths of Marsha's overheated cunt. He gouged at the cushiony walls that seemed to surround him with a gooey wetness, a sticky heat. He moaned again. His prick felt as if it were going to burst apart at any moment.
"Ooooo, I love it, Kenny. I love it!" Her fingers parted her gooey cuntlips, exposing her clit. Trembling spasms tantalized her hot flesh. "Ohhhh, use both hands. Finger me!"
Kenny was overwhelmed. He brought his other hand to her cunt, rubbing his fingers over the velvety lips of her pussy. He roamed, explored, delved. One, two, three, four fingers. He prodded, gouged, jabbed, Marsha's urgent cries of pleasure making him crazier.
"Kenny!" she squealed when an orgasm took her in its clutches. "Oooooo, Kenny, you're making me cum! Yes, I'm cuming!"
Her hips twisted and she ground her cunt down on his drilling fingers. The playing, the teasing, had overwhelmed her. She was climaxing. A boy, a mere boy, was getting her to cum!
His fingers jabbing and gouging her squishy cunt, Kenny went crazy. Karen had never done this when he fingered her. As he jabbed Marsha's cushiony pussy walls, it felt like the muscles were drumming against his invading fingers. He could feel the hot, juicy cream gushing from the yielding walls. The ooze coated his digging fingers. He was overcome.
"Un! Un!" Marsha held the boy's head as she came. "Ewwww, I'm creaming your fuckin' fingers!" She slammed the boy's face into her tits, smothering him in the pillowy mounds. "Oh, Kenny, I'm cuming! I'm cuming!"
Rocking precariously on her feet, her knees buckling, Marsha almost collapsed. She fought to retain her balance while her hips churned in frantic circles and hot cum gushed from her cunt.
"More! Harder, Kenny! Ohhhh . . . you're doing good!" She was all fire. Her pussy emitted the flames to feed the passion that encompassed her entire body.
She looked around her, not believing it was happening in her own kitchen. Another orgasm attacked her and she swayed, falling against Kenny. Still he finger-fucked her with every ounce of strength he possessed, holding her up at the same time.
"Oooooo," Marsha groaned. Her eyes rolled. "Ummmm!"
When it was over her orgasm left her trembling. Kenny still blindly stabbed into her gooey cunt, not knowing when to stop.
"Noooo . . . more," she gasped, holding his wrist and stopping him. "No more." When she stepped back, his fingers slipped out of her cunt. Her body fluttered down from the dizzy heights.
Kenny was in a stupor, a dazed, sex-induced trance. "I'm sorry . . ." He swallowed nervously. "I didn't . . ."
"Shhhhh," she purred, "I loved it." A smile graced her flushed face. "You just forgot to stop, that's all."
Kenny was blushing, feeling stupid.
Cuming had taken the edge off her passion, but her desire to continue was as acute as ever. "Does Karen cum when you finger her?" she asked.
"No," he said, feeling a little less shy. "She doesn't know what she's missing." Marsha giggled, enjoying his horny leer. She was ready for the next step in her exciting game of sex.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Come with me, Kenny," she purred, reaching out a slender arm. "We'll go up to my bedroom."
Kenny took her hand. His legs ached and his knees were sore. He was walking on a cloud, thinking of where they were going.
Marsha dropped his hand and started walking up the steps very slowly. Her ass swung erotically with each exaggerated swish of her round, curvy hips. She paused halfway up and turned her head, her green eyes filmy.
"C'mon, Kenny." She saw him at the foot of the stairs, ogling her perfectly shaped ass.
Kenny wanted to keep watching the way her hips and ass moved, but the sound of Marsha's alluring voice was irresistible. So he started up the steps, his eyes glued to the fabulous movement of her body, from the back. His body shook, following the woman down the hall and into the bedroom.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Marsha motioned for him to come closer. The boy walked like a zombie over to where Marsha sat hungrily waiting. She touched his face when he faced her, then her long fingers began to unbutton his shirt.
"Does Karen undress you boys?"
"No," he rasped. He was delirious. His chest heaved. His breathing was labored.
She slipped off his shirt and caressed his smooth-muscled back. Her soft hands glided over his tight, flat stomach, and across his broad chest and tight-muscled arms. She gave him a hot smile, then brought her mouth to one of his nipples. She sucked, tongued, soaked it with spit. Pulling her mouth off, her lips glistened with her drool, and her green eyes, glittered like fire.
"I'll bet Karen never did that," she said, panting.
He groaned his answer. He reached for her beautiful tits, his fingers encompassing the bulk of each mound.
"You're beautiful ... so beautiful . . ." He was in a daze, drugged with the lust and beauty of the woman who sat on the bed naked.
"Thank you, Kenny." She worked the belt of his pants open and pulled down the zipper. "Get on the bed so I can take off your pants."
Willingly, eagerly, Kenny lay on his back and gaped in hungry admiration for the ravishing redhead. It was a heavenly dream, watching her strip off his jeans, shorts, socks and sneakers. A fantasy.
"Ohhh, Kenny, your prick is big!" Her eyes opened in obvious delight.
The teenager swelled with pride. "Karen says it's the biggest she's ever had."
She smiled. "You fucked Karen?"
"Yeah," he said, feeling bolder, more confident. "All the guys do."
"Sounds like Karen has a lot of fun."
She trembled, still refraining from touching Kenny's gorgeous prick. She sat down on the bed beside him, tracing circles on his thighs, purposely avoiding the towering, purplish-red cock that was pointed at the ceiling.
"I guess your two friends are probably fucking her right now."
Kenny was constantly surprised with the blunt way she talked. But he liked it. It made him hotter. "Probably," he said.
He lay on his back, reveling in the gentle touch of her hand. He didn't expect much more from Marsha. The highest expectation he could attain in his inexperienced mind was that maybe she would jerk him off. Anything more was improbable. She had a husband, he reasoned. A beautiful woman like her wouldn't fuck him. Karen, yeah-she was a whore and did that to everyone.
Marsha squeezed his thigh. The image of the teenaged girl taking on all three boys made her dizzy. "Did Karen ever suck your cock?" she asked, wanting to continue the erotic conversation. It made her pussy seep.
Kenny groaned and nodded his head. His prick hurt so bad he thought it was going to fall off.
"You gave up a lot to be with me," Marsha cooed softly. "With Karen you would have had your prick sucked, got into her pussy . . . but with me . . ." She paused, enjoying her game of teasing. "You only got to finger-fuck me. I had all the fun-coming all over your wonderful fingers."
"I don't mind," he moaned. "Honest."
She winked at him. "You forgot I said that I'd be your own private Karen, remember?
Since she would have sucked you, I think it would only be fair if I sucked you too."
"You don't have to," he blundered in his innocence, not really believing her.
"I want to," Marsha insisted. She brought her hand up his thigh and circled her fingers around the throbbing shaft of the moaning teenager. "Why should Karen have all the pleasure of sucking your gorgeous prick?" She smiled. "You wouldn't stop me, would you?"
All Kenny could do was groan. His hips twisted when her hand grabbed him, her fingers laced around his bulky cockshaft. She was making it difficult for him to think.
"Your prick looks so delicious I can't wait to suck it." She drooled over his thick prick, then looked in his face. "Does Karen give a good blow-job?"
"Yessss," he hissed, working to keep himself from jerking his cock through her fist of massaging fingers.
"I hope I do as well," she murmured, getting on her side and snuggling close to the prick she was holding. Her bloated tits brushed into the heat of his muscled thigh. "I'm dying to lick your cock and get it all wet with my spit."
"Do it," he groaned, almost shouting with passion. "Please do it." He was crazy, hot, and to think that she would want to suck him made him even hotter. "Please, Mrs. Andrews, do it."
She was enjoying her game. "Do what?" Her fingers lightly caressed the thick tight sac of his cum-stuffed balls.
"Suck my cock! Suck my cock!" The dam of his emotions burst. "Suck me!"
"Mmmm," she hummed nonchalantly, leaning over the boy's bloated cock. "Your wish is my command."
Wet, glistening lips touched his prick and she would have creamed herself if Kenny had not just finger-fucked her in the kitchen. Her tongue slithered slowly around the puffy head of the boy's cock, through his piss-slot, over the sensitive head. Her lips clung to the edge below the bell-shaped tip.
Kenny went berserk. His passion, held in torturous check for so long, unleashed itself. He growled like a wounded animal and lunged, driving his entire hulking prick into Marsha's mouth. She was hot, wet, wild. He slammed hard, then dropped back, twisting and groaning.
Marsha was glad that he had lost control. His passion aroused her more. She kept her mouth steady, her lips tightly clenched in place. She allowed his jabbing thrusts to whip his prick in and out of her throat, sucking when he speared her gullet. Her tongue slithered over the width of his cock as it plowed deeper, her teeth scraping against him. It was all too much for Kenny to handle and he howled.
"I'm cuming!" he shouted, blurting it out loudly. His balls rumbled, then exploded. A river of youthful jism shot through his prick and the white, thick goo spattered the back of her throat. "I'm cuming!"
Marsha wallowed in the boy's exuberance, his youth, his overpowering passion. Sucking avidly, she drew the stringy gobs of cum out of his cock almost faster than his balls could unload them. Cheeks drawn inward, her vacuum suction pulled out the sticky cum. She swallowed each scrumptious wad.
Kenny lunged up with frantic thrusts and thudded back to the mattress with equal force. His back arched when he lunged and his eyes became dilated. The ceiling seemed to fade. Her mouth was a furnace of heat-wet heat- and his prick was burning up in it.
He moaned deliriously. Karen had never sucked him like this. It was a new experience. Karen's passive sucking was no match for the fury of Mrs. Andrews. His balls churned and his prick blasted again.
Hot cum spilled into her mouth, most of it gushing down her throat. She drank his cum, her lips surrounding his prick head. Each gulp she took of the hot squirting cum tasted delicious. It was impossible to swallow it all. The cum flooded her cheeks and overflowed. It gushed past her clinging lips and down the shaft of his spouting cock, dribbling down his jiggling balls. His cock hair touched her lips when he came driving up and she thrilled to his babbling groans. She was happy that she was giving him pleasure.
Kenny stiffened, collapsed, grunted. Depleted like never before in his young life, he gasped light-headedly. Gradually a sense of reality returned. He moaned, his shrinking cock was still inside the wet warmth of Mrs. Andrews's mouth!
Marsha swallowed the last of his cum and eased her lips off his spent prick. She kissed his balls, licked them clean with her tongue, then licked her hungry way back up his soft prick, her body grazing his.
"You were delicious, Kenny. I loved sucking you." Placing a leg over him, her fingers caressed his face, a tit pressing into his chest. "You really creamed me."
Once his lust vanished, the boy's shyness returned. "I couldn't help myself," he said quietly. "I just got so hot . . ." He was ashamed. Even a whore like Karen never allowed him or his friends to cum in her mouth. One guy did and Karen never sucked him again.
Marsha placed a finger to his lips, cutting off his apology. "Shhhh, I love sucking you and tasting your cum. You're delicious!" She rubbed his body into him.
He didn't believe it, but she had said it.
Roaming his body, her fingers tantalized him. She caressed his limp, soggy prick finding it still sticky with his jizz and her spit. Then her fingers danced up his tight frame.
"Did I suck you better than Karen?" she asked, still getting hot from talking about it.
Kenny groaned.
"I think that means yes, hmmmmm?" She giggled happily and propped herself up on her elbows, feeling good, glad that both their passions had been dulled. Now they could explore each other more leisurely.
In a way, this was new to Marsha too, having never fucked anyone but her husband after entering their marriage with her cherry intact. This was new and exciting, almost as much for her as it was for Kenny.
Kenny watched her, his wide, innocent gaze full with a love for this beautiful woman.
Feeling the boy's emotion moved her. Her lips at his, she kissed him, tonguing his surprised mouth. Immediately she melted into his arms and he crushed her eagerly to his lean, naked frame.
She moaned, he murmured his enjoyment. Their naked flesh fused together, they embraced, and kept on kissing. Passion that had been temporarily sated became ignited once more.
Short gasps escaped her mouth as she broke the passionate kiss. "Now I'm going to get you hard again so we can fuck."
He was overwhelmed. His breath whooshed out past his lips. He touched his limp prick. "It's so soft."
"I can do lots of things to get it hard," she purred. "You'll see. Then we'll fuck and you won't have to share me with your friends." She gazed deep into his eyes. "You like it when I talk dirty?"
He nodded. "Karen never talks." He gulped. "We wouldn't even bother with her-if she didn't fuck."
Marsha smiled. "You enjoy fucking?" She scratched a long nail along his taut, hairy groin.
"Yes," he moaned.
"I'm going to try to make you happy that you didn't go to Karen's." Her tongue whipped over his chest.
"You already have," he told her, meaning it. "God, with Karen it would never have been like this. You're wonderful!" He caressed her creamy shoulders, her back. His hand smoothed around to massage the soft swell of her voluptuous tits. He was in heaven.
"Mmmm." Marsha licked his chest and nipped his nipple with her teeth. "I'm going to eat you all over!"
She was true to her word. Her mouth became frantic in her sucking, licking. Over his chest, groin, and back up his body to his neck, she daubed his skin with spit. Squirming continuously against him, she bombarded him with all the pleasures of an experienced woman.
Kenny responded. Moaning, twisting, he fondled her. Touching and exploring the exquisite softness of her tits and bare silky skin, he moaned. "Gorgeous."
She gnawed on his groin. Her hands groped between his legs and fondled his balls, his growing prick. She licked through the mat of thick hair that surrounded his cock and swiped up the dried cum. Her teeth chewed his cock at the sides and she caressed his balls with her tongue.
Looming above his semi-hard prick, her lips parted and engulfed his long shaft. Her hungry mouth sucked.
"Aghhhh," Kenny groaned as her teeth chomped delicately. "Oh, God!" Definitely heaven, he decided dreamily.
She sucked, breathing new life into his cock.
She rubbed her sensitive tits into his thigh, his hip, mangling her nipples into his hardness. She swirled her tongue around and around and his prick responded by growing larger.
Kenny lunged. Her mouth had started his balls to churn again. He sensed his prick was hardening and felt like a man. She was all heat and wetness as she squirmed against him, her mouth sucking his prick. He moaned again-a baying sound of approaching madness.
She sucked his cock into her mouth over and over again, feeling it grow, surging with new strength. Her mouth packed it with power. Teeth, tongue, lips all worked together in expert unison on Kenny's thickening prick shaft, bloated cockhead, and swelling balls. In minutes she had him stiff as a steel girder and ready.
"I told you that you would get hard again," she panted when she came up from his prick. "You're ready for anything." She straddled his leg before he could answer her and rubbed her juicy pussy up and down his hairy thigh. "Just like me."
Overwhelmed, he gazed at the gorgeous woman riding his leg, her fingers squeezing his bloated cock. He groaned, wanting-craving -her pussy. "Let me do it to you." It was a soft, urgent plea.
"I want you as much as you want me," she told him softly, hotly, keeping the boy's confidence at the peak. "Just tell me in simple words what you want and you'll get it."
Kenny groaned. "Let me fuck you."
"Mmmmm, sounds like a fabulous idea." Straddling his lean frame, she lowered her gooey pussy to his groin, his rock-hard prick lying flat against his stomach, her pussy lips at the base.
Marsha rocked, her hips going up and down. Her cunt glided effortlessly along his prick, bathing him in warm, sudsy pussy-cream.
A hot smile hinted at the corners of her mouth. She sensed that the boy was thinking this was how they would fuck and marveled at his innocence. "I'm just getting your cock juicy for my cunthole." She licked her lips, raising her body off his prick. When his prick sprung to attention, she lowered herself again, impaling her pussy on the teenager's stiff prick.
"Oh, Kenny, it's in so deep." Her green eyes rolled, then settled on the boy's handsome face.
Kenny reached up, his hands spanned her fabulous tits. His fingers sank into the meaty pulp and he let out a groan, his ass coming off the bed. He dropped back to the bed, quivering. Her pulsating hot cunt made him reel.
"Ohhh God!" he gasped.
"I see you like it," she crooned, rotating her hips in a slow, sensuous arc. "So do I." She milked his thick cockshaft with her grabbing cunt muscles. "Mmmmm, can Karen do that?"
"Nnnnn," the boy moaned again, twisting, shaking his head in response to her question. "Uhhhh."
She leaned forward, dangled her tits into his dreamy-eyed face. "Chew them, Kenny, while I fuck you." She was in ecstasy, fucking the hot-blooded teenager. "Chew my titties . . . ooooo, bite them all over . . . oooooo!"
Kenny fed on her bloated tit globes like a starved animal. He grabbed her tits, mauled them in his hands, squeezed and pulled. He thrived on her whimpering cries of pleasure- the cries of a mature woman. It boggled his mind!
"Kenny, Kenny, Kenny," she moaned, wriggling her hips, skewering herself on his cock. She set a slow, sensuous tempo, loving the feel of his sucking mouth on her tits. "Ooooo, I feel your cock . . . your tongue. Oh bite!" She came down on his prick with full force, stuffing her pussy with cock meat. "You're throbbing in my pussy . . . ooooo!"
Her words bombarded his senses. Her alluring voice spurred him on. He lunged up, anxious, hot, inexperienced. A raging young bull.
His cock rammed her pussy, throbbing against the pulsing wet walls that tormented him. His hands mangled her tittie flesh, roamed her squirming, twisting body. He explored the richness of her flesh with his hands, mouth, cock.
Overwhelmed by his passion, Marsha responded, taking her lead from him. She slapped her tits into his face, spurring him on to a greater rage. She came slamming down, her pulsing cunt, like tiny wet fingers, tugged and gripped his stabbing cock.
"Oooo, Kenny, you're fantastic! Ohhhh!" She straightened up, grinding her pussy down to the base of his cockshaft. Holding the boy's cock tight in her gripping cunt, she rotated her hips. "Ooooo, I'm creaming, Kenny. Feel my hot juice."
Growling, lunging, he crushed her tits with his fingers and drilled her cunt with his cock. Passion gripped him by the balls-it was painful. He used his strength, mauled her hips, jabbed into her pussy.
Seeing the gorgeous woman above him in the throes of passion was breathtaking. Beads of sweat clung to her gorgeous body and her tits jiggled, bounced in their freedom. She was exquisite. "Mrs. Andrews . . . agghhh . . ."
He thrust with his hips, ramming her with his cock. The bed squeaked under his upward demonic thrusts.
Marsha loved his unbridled fury. She wrenched her hips, shook her tits, and used her pussy muscles to give the boy more pleasure in this one fuck than he had received from all the fucks he had shared with the horny little teenager, Karen.
Leaning forward, her face was inching closer to his. "Fuck me!" It was an urgent cry. "Fuck me!" She ground her clit into his slamming groin. "Fuck me, Kenny. Make me cum! Make me cream all over your cock!" Her own words sounded strange to her ears. "Fuck meeee!"
Kenny did. With all the passion and strength of youth, he plowed his cock into her squishy pussy. Lightning stabs. Blinding thrusts. He saw her face staring at him and raised his head off the bed, gobbling her mouth. His hands clutched desperately to her hips as he strenuously worked his cock in and out of her incinerator-hot cunt.
It boggled her mind, as well as the teenager's. Her head snapped back and her green eyes became lost in a pool of white. She was cuming, exploding like a keg of TNT.
Her hips moved in the same fast and frantic rhythm of the boy's lunging cock. "I'm cuming!" she repeated in a high shriek. Orgasm after orgasm whipped through her pussy as she ground her cunt down on his jabbing cock. Her clit mashed into his colliding groin. "I'm cuming!"
Kenny didn't believe it-he was actually getting her to cum! It drove him to greater feats of power and strength. Blood surged faster through his veins. His heart pounded more vigorously. His prick jabbed deeper, faster.
He saw it on her face and, for now, it made them equal. No longer were they woman and boy. They had become man and his woman. Holding her hips, he fucked her wildly, keeping the frantic pace. Her screaming garbles of joy told him that she loved it.
In her lust-ridden daze, Marsha could feel the boy's confidence, his passion, his piercing cock. She swirled at the peak of her orgasm, her body under siege while orgasms attacked her.
She fixed her glassy eyes on the boy and saw the lustful lines in his face. She wanted him to be with her in orgasm. She devoted her pussy to bringing him into his climax and with it came more pleasure. . - . Kenny's eyes leered up into the mask of beautiful lust that had graced Marsha's face. His cock, under the steady barrage of her clenching cunt, erupted. His balls churned her load and blasted a stream of cum up through his lashing prick. He flooded her cunt with jizz.
"I'm cuming!" he bellowed with his next breath, drenching her overheated pussy with thick, gooey wads of stringy white cum. "I'm cuming!"
"Yessss! Cream me! Cream me!" The boy's hot cum entering her was too much, it snapped her mind. It wasn't her husband's cum, it was a teenager's, who only a few days ago she never knew existed. Her mind spun.
He creamed her again . . . again . . . and again!
They battled on the bed, feeding on each other's fiery cum. The cum-drenching Marsha's pussy, both from her own spongy walls and the tip of Kenny's bloated prick- intermingled. Hard upward thrusts from the teenager, downward, twisting turns from the beautiful woman. Squishy noises. Whimpering cries. Youthful growls. It all blended with the squeaking groaning agony of the bed, where the battle continued for what seemed like an eternity.
"More! More!" Marsha cried in greedy delight.
She spurred the boy on, licking his face, kissing his open, gasping mouth. Her tits felt as if they had exploded; they ached. Her strength was draining. The more she came, the weaker she felt. But she couldn't stop herself from wanting more.
"More, Kenny, more!"
Her head snapping from side to side, she came again and again. Red hair slashed like a whip across her face and Kenny's. Her ass rotated. Her hips churned. Her pussy gulped and devoured every drop of cum that squirted into her pussy from the teenager's prick.
Kenny's power and strength renewed itself in the scalding depths of Marsha's pussy. His prick remained stiff, hard, jabbing deeper, cutting into the cushiony, greased lining of her pulsating cunt.
Kissing her, he feasted on her soft, tender lips, enjoying the slashing whip of her hair. He growled, lunged, then froze in midair. Jerking and bucking in the last final seconds, he grunted, collapsing on the bed in completion, satisfaction, delirium.
"Oh, my Christ." Marsha shook. Her body felt as if it had shattered into a thousand pieces. Spastic twists, whimpering sobs racked her until she tumbled off the exhausted but happy boy and greedily gasped for air. She reached an arm out and took the boy's hand. "Ohhh, Kenny."
They both lay quiet, each were lost in their own thoughts. Marsha enjoyed her revenge over Dave. Kenny relived each moment, knowing it would be a long time before he would have a woman like Mrs. Andrews again.
"I hope you had more fun with me than you would have had with Karen," she said.
He grinned sheepishly. Karen, at this moment, was the furthest thing from his mind.
She leaned over and kissed him. "You're fantastic, Kenny. Maybe you should find a girl you don't have to share with your friends. When you do, she'll be very lucky."
He nodded. He had already decided that. Mrs. Andrews had given him the confidence.
"I think you better leave," Marsha whispered gently.
The boy agreed, and under the appreciative stare of the older woman, he dressed and left, feeling great, ready to conquer the world.
Marsha climbed out of bed and headed for the shower. "I'm not done with you, my husband," she said determinedly. "Not by a long shot."
CHAPTER FIVE
Marsha stepped out of the tub. Her ears picked up a noise. It was the doorbell.
"Damn," she muttered, grabbing her robe. Pulling it on as she hurried to the door, she managed to tie it around her wet body. "Damn."
She peered out through the tiny slot in the door and sucked in her breath. It was that little bitch, Doris. She turned, deciding not to answer it. But when Doris pushed the buzzer again she changed her mind, figuring this would be a good time to give her a piece of her mind.
With a shrug and a heavy sigh she opened the door. "What do you want? Dave's not here," Marsha said flatly.
Doris smiled pleasantly. "I'd like to talk."
"Why not?" Marsha stepped aside for he sexy raven-haired vixen to enter. "You want some coffee while we talk?"
"I'd rather have a drink, if you don't mind." Doris walked into the front room. Her tight ass wrapped in silk shorts swung seductively.
Marsha found herself staring, admiring the blatant sexuality of the other woman. She could understand why Dave had wanted her. She was beginning to understand a lot of things. She grinned, thinking of Kenny and the wild time they had spent together that morning.
She followed Doris into the living room and saw that Doris had poured them each a drink.
"I hope you don't mind," Doris said, "but I hate drinking alone." She came out from behind the small, leather-padded bar and handed Marsha her drink.
Plopping on the couch, Marsha crossed her long, bare, silky legs and sipped her drink leisurely, wondering what she could say to her.
She studied Doris openly, scanning the erotic-looking woman from head to toe, then back up again, from trim ankles to full, obvious hips, narrow waist, voluptuous tits, and her exaggerated facial features that screamed of her sexuality-oversized mouth, high cheek bones, dark, mysterious eyes that seemed to slant. Make-up accentuated it all. Doris was certainly one fantastic eyeful.
Doris seated herself in a chair a few feet away. "You still mad about what happened last night?" she asked, breaking the silence that hung heavy in the room.
Marsha took a sip of her drink, thinking. "Yes," she finally said. Although she had exacted a form of revenge with Kenny, it had not been enough. Dave had hurt her and had tried to lead her into something she knew nothing about.
"Shit," Doris said. "You can't stay mad forever."
"Why not?" Marsha replied curtly, holding Doris's lustrous dark eyes with her own.
"Bullshit, Marsha. You can't blame Dave for wanting to fuck me. At least he didn't sneak off and just do it. He wanted you to have the same fun."
"Maybe I like getting mine privately," Marsha retorted. "The old-fashioned way." She took a sip of her drink, the edge of the glass at her lips. After a few moments, she added, "Dave never said a word. I felt like an idiot-a stupid ass."
"Would you have reacted any differently if you had known?"
Marsha already had had this argument with herself. "No," she said.
"How about since you've had time to think it over?" A glint of a smile tickled Doris's lush, red, glossy lips.
"I don't know," Marsha replied honestly. "I figure I owe Dave a little revenge for the way he treated me."
"You should forget about revenge and just enjoy yourself."
Marsha polished off the drink and stood. Walking to the bar, she swung her ass. The robe opened and her long, elegant legs peeked out from under the terry robe. She poured herself another drink.
"You want one?" she asked Doris.
"Nan, this'll do."
Doris settled back into the comforts of the chair, a secret smile on her face. She had told Gordon that Marsha wasn't the shit he thought she was. Maybe . . . just maybe, Doris mused, ol' Gordie might get into the sexy redhead after all. She giggled, thinking of when Marsha had caught her on her knees.
"What's so funny?" Marsha strode back to the couch and sat down. This time, she didn't bother to cover her legs when the robe slipped away.
"I was thinking of how your face looked when you walked in and caught me on my knees in front of your husband."
Marsha's face blushed red. "He'll pay," she murmured, carefully sipping her drink, still thinking of what to say to the bitch.
"You ever cheat?" Doris asked.
"Once."
Doris leaned forward, an expression of delight in her eyes. "When?"
"This morning."
Doris laughed and fell back into the chair. Her legs parted and the crotch of her shorts gouged into the velvety folds of her cunt. Her gooey cuntlips overlapped the material and became exposed, blatantly exhibited for anyone to see.
"Started getting even already, huh?" Doris said. She noticed the look in Marsha's eyes and knew what she was gaping at.
"I don't see any reason to waste time," Marsha said smugly. "Dave's out. I thought he was with you and Gordon, so I figured there was no time like the present."
"How do you feel now that you've cheated?" Doris asked.
"Better, but I'm not through yet."
"Ummmm, interesting." Doris finished the drink she was holding and set it down on the small table beside her. Her dark, sensuous eyes drifted along the soft silky flesh of Marsha's exposed leg.
"You like being fucked by someone other than Dave?" Doris giggled. "It's fun-especially when your husband is doing the same thing to some other horny bitch." She swiped her pink tongue across her red mouth.
Marsha nodded. Kenny had been great, even though he was just a boy, not a man. He had salved her wounded ego and bandaged her pride, besides satisfying her passion.
"You're lucky to have Dave. Maybe you should forget about revenge, make up with Dave, and come over to the house tonight. We can all start over again."
"I don't think so," Marsha declined, not yet ready to forgive and forget.
She gave Doris another intense look. As she stared, an image of Dave thrusting his cock into her supple body aroused something inside her, making her pussy seep. She was surprised the vision had that kind of effect on her. She was beginning to learn a lot about herself.
"You enjoy my husband?" Marsha asked, as curious now as she had been about Kenny and Karen.
"Mmmmmmm, Dave's marvelous," Doris sighed dreamily. "An animal in bed." She closed her eyes, thinking of it. "You're a lucky woman."
"What did the three of you do?" Marsha asked, her imagination running wild. Her breath came in shorter gasps and she poured the rest of her drink down her throat quickly.
"You're curious, huh?" Doris mused.
"I'm curious about anything my husband does with another woman," Marsha said, imagining Dave and Gordon sharing Doris's body.
Delightfully, Marsha knew that some day in the near future she would do the same thing- with or without Dave. It would be better with him, but he had started something last night, and she didn't intend for it to end until she satisfied all the latent desires that had surfaced.
"I gave him a blow-job, then we fucked like crazy." Doris bit her bottom lip. "I go nuts when I'm getting fucked. I scream. I scratch. I'm a regular alley cat. I hope I didn't scratch Dave up too much."
"I wouldn't know," Marsha said. "We didn't sleep together last night and I haven't seen him this morning." After a long pause, Marsha asked, "When you fucked my husband, was Gordon with you two?" She shifted in her seat, growing hotter and hotter.
"We thought Dave was a little shy since it was his first time, so Gordon went downstairs. I have made it with Gordon and another man at the same time," she bragged, turning Marsha on with conversation and the images it conjured up. "God, it's fantastic when two cocks are ramming into you!" She breathed laboriously, as if it were happening at this very moment. "I know you've never done that. Christ, getting both holes fucked-or even sucking a cock while getting your pussy plugged-whewww . . . it's heaven!"
Marsha was visibly shaken. Her nipples had swelled and were sore. Her cunt had begun to pulse erratically against itself, begging to be filled with cock meat.
Doris pressed on, tantalizing the less experienced woman. She spread her legs again, giving the beautiful redhead another look at where Dave had stuck his cock.
"How about women?" Doris asked. "You ever make it with a woman?" She was just as curious about Marsha as Marsha was about her.
Marsha's eyes drifted to the moist crotch that Doris was displaying so obviously. She could see the reddened, puffy meat of her pussy. Doris's question felt as if it had been jabbed into her belly. Her breathing had stopped and she tore her eyes away, feeling embarrassed. She swore Doris had read her innermost thoughts.
"No," Marsha finally whispered, her face burning. "Never."
Doris saw the hunger in Marsha's eyes. "It can be a lot of fun," she told Marsha. "I've made it with a few of the wives Gordon has fucked. He gets a big charge out of watching me make it with another woman." She winked. "Most men do. Usually after I make it with one of the women, the wife's husband turns into an animal and fucks me so fantastically I almost go mad."
Doris's hand skimmed down her body to her parted thighs. She rubbed her own pussy through the wet crotch. "Damn, I'm hot as hell! How about you?"
"No," Marsha lied.
"Hell, I don't believe that," Doris giggled deliciously. She moved the wet crotch of her shorts aside, baring her pussy mound to Marsha. "Damn, I'm dripping all over. I hope I don't stain your chair."
Marsha didn't believe Doris's blatant manner. She had never met a woman like her, and, apparently, neither had Dave.
"C'mon, Marsha, relax. Life's too short."
Doris dabbed a finger into the sticky opening of her own cunt and snatched up some gooey juice. With Marsha staring in shocked surprise, she brought her gooey finger to her lips and sucked off the cream.
"Mmmmm, tastes almost as good as a man's cum." Her dark eyes danced. "Do I shock you?"
"No," Marsha said, lying again. "I believe you'd do anything."
"You're right, Marsha. Anything with a cock, or pussy." Doris stroked her fingers through her wet cunt, then licked them clean with long, elaborate swipes of her tongue. "You sure you're not the least bit hot?"
Defiantly, Marsha shook her head, not wanting to give Doris the satisfaction.
"You're full of shit, Marsha. I'll bet if you spread your legs and moved your robe, I'd be able to see cream dripping all over your cunt." She challenged Marsha with her leering stare. "You too chicken to prove me wrong?"
Marsha broke into a wide smile. She decided to turn the tables and maybe shock her lewd neighbor. "Nothing to be chicken about," she said, after summoning up enough courage to do it. Her heart beat like a tom-tom as she opened her robe, spread her legs wide. She enjoyed Doris's hungry, surprised expression. "Am I as wet as you say?"
"Damn, you're beautiful." Doris's mouth dried up. Her throat constricted. "Soaked too." Tearing her eyes away from Marsha's cunt, she sighed. "I knew you were hot."
Exposing herself made Marsha tremble. She brought a hand to her wet pussy and swirled her fingers around the dripping wet entrance. Warm foamy cream seeped. In another act of defiance, Marsha brought her juice-coated fingers to her mouth, tasting her own gooey sauce, doing exactly what Doris had done. It blew her mind to do this in front of the sexy Doris and, for a moment, she couldn't think straight, or speak.
Doris saw the passion that overwhelmed the less experienced woman and capitalized on it. Like a cat stalking its prey, the dark-haired woman went over to the couch, dropped to her knees between Marsha's outstretched legs, and slipped her fingers through the oozing cunt in front of her.
Doris found Marsha's eyes. "You're juicier than I thought." Exploring, Doris eased her fingers between the puffy pussy folds and through the juicy-hot entrance.
"Ahhhhhh," Marsha sighed, unable to hold back. She shuddered from the forbidden contact, her senses heightened.
Doris brought her juice-stained fingers to her mouth and licked. "Damn, you taste as delicious as I do!"
Marsha's body became taut, ready for the next fantastic touch. But it never came.
Doris stood brazenly in front of Marsha's partially naked body. "You're creaming yourself, aren't you?"
Marsha nodded. Doris was doing to her what she had done to Kenny. She looked at the gorgeous woman more closely. Sex oozed from every pore. Even her perfume attacked Marsha's senses with an animal lust.
"Open your robe and let me see your tits," Doris sighed in a sultry voice. Her tone was low, but demanding.
Marsha pulled her robe completely open, baring her tits for the pleasure of another woman for the first time in her life. She sat quivering in forbidden ecstasy.
Marsha's tits rose and fell like huge melons. Her green eyes stared dreamily at Doris's lush body encased in summer shorts and halter. She wanted to ask her to strip, but lacked the courage.
"You got delicious-looking tits . . . nice and big." Doris drooled, her dark, lustrous eyes devouring the luscious redhead. "I'll bet you got one sweet-looking ass, too."
Marsha tried shaking herself from the sexual stupor that held her in its grip, but it was impossible. She was trapped in a dark, swirling pool of lust that continued to pull her further into its murky depths. Warm cream continually seeped from her pussy.
"Why don't you stand up and let me see how beautiful your ass is?" Doris suggested. The request was coated with a layer of passion and laden with the promise of forbidden delights soon to be shared. "I'll bet it makes me cream all over the rug."
Mesmerized, her mind controlled by Doris and her own raging lust, Marsha stood, almost collapsing to the floor before she forced her legs to support her. She dropped her robe and it whispered to the carpet, a whisper that committed her completely to the package of sexual dynamite standing before her.
"You look absolutely delicious," Doris cooed. "I get hungry just looking at you." She skimmed a finger over Marsha's ass. "Mmm, bend over and let me see your asshole."
Marsha obeyed Doris as Kenny had obeyed her. Bending over, she presented Doris with a view of her heart-shaped ass, the cheeks parting, the delicious crack displayed for her neighbor's pleasure. She was shaking. Her tits billowed from her heavy breathing. She knew her tits were swollen; they felt heavy and they ached. Her nipples-rosy-red and sore-swelled larger and larger until they felt like they were going to split open.
Doris knew the power she wielded over the redhead, and it thrilled her. Her own lust and sexual hunger had often attracted others, others less bold, timid, yet craving a more adventurous sex life.
"God, Marsha." She caressed Marsha's ass. "Some of the wives I've made it with love me to ream out their assholes. Did Dave ever tongue-fuck your ass?" A nail gently scratched Marsha's ass crack and lingered on the wrinkled opening.
"No," Marsha replied, straightening up.
She faced Doris, hating her for seducing her husband, hating her for doing the same to her. Yet in the next ragged breath she took, she was happy it had happened-she was discovering things about herself that she never knew existed.
"I'd love to eat out your ass," Doris said. "Gordon likes to fuck me while I do it with another woman." She was purposely bombarding Marsha with images of erotic sex. "He slams his cock in either my cunt or my ass while I tongue-fuck a woman's ass. God, I cream just thinking about all the things Gordon and I have tried! You gotta get into it, Marsha."
"Maybe I will," Marsha admitted, her flesh tingling, dotted with goose bumps. "You going to stand there with clothes on while I'm naked and dripping pussy juice down my legs?" Having committed herself, a spasm raced through her cunt like static electricity.
"Now you're talking," Doris purred. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever ask."
"You didn't wonder . . . you knew I would." Marsha's face-a mask of lust-cracked into a sizzling smile. "I'll bet many don't get away from you once you decide to seduce them."
"A few," Doris purred.
Her hands deftly disposed of her shorts and top, revealing her naked body to Marsha's horny gaze. Doris stepped close to Marsha and rubbed her huge bloated tits into the creamy softness of her neighbor's pulpy tittie meat.
Marsha gasped. The contact with Doris was overwhelming, electrifying. Her head felt as if it were going to explode. Her cunt was beating wildly as if two cocks were invading her at the same time.
Doris giggled. She encompassed Marsha's firm large tits with her hands. Her fingers sank easily into the jello-like flesh.
"Mmmmm, almost as meaty as mine."
Slightly shorter than Marsha, Doris lifted one of Marsha's tits to her mouth and bent her head. She sucked loudly. The slurping noise added to the joy of her sucking mouth.
"Doris! Unnnnn!" Marsha almost dropped to the floor. Trembling, she reveled in the other woman's mouth on her tits. Frantic fingers combed through her neighbor's gleaming black hair. "Ohhh, God in heaven, Doris! Oooo! I'm creaming! You suck fantastically!"
Slowly, as if on cue, the two naked women melted to the carpeted floor, long, sexy legs and bare arms entangled. Fleshy tits covered with sweat, their bodies became locked in passion as their damp flesh touched and rubbed.
Doris, experienced in everything sexual, took the lead. Sucking and kissing her neighbor, she tongued Marsha's throat. Doris's hands never stopped caressing, fondling, kneading.
"Damn, you're fantastic! No wonder Gordie gets a hard-on every time I mention your name."
Marsha stroked a finger down Doris's body. Her other fingers joined in, delighting in the softness of another female body. One leg was between Doris's clamped thighs, her skin flush against Doris's pussy.
"You're creaming all over my leg," Marsha cooed softly.
"Before the day is over I'll be creaming more than your leg." Doris humped her pussy along the smooth, satiny skin of her neighbor's thigh. "All this juice I'm creaming you with soaked Dave's cock last night when he fucked me."
Marsha swooned. The erotic image turned her on instead of making her jealous. "You like my husband's prick?" She panted the question. Her tits mashed into the pillowy softness of Doris's ample tittie flesh.
"Loved it," Doris moaned. "He's got a fantastic cock. I loved sucking it, too." She squirmed in Marsha's arms, working herself free to devote her mouth to all the delicious flesh available.
"Ohhh, Doris, it gets me hot thinking about it, and all the other things you've said." She squirmed on the floor-a red-hot, sizzling wife, ready to be treated to all the fantastic delights of female sex. "Do the things to me that you did with the other women."
"I intend to," Doris sighed, her voice tight, raspy with emotion as she contemplated making love to Marsha. "To me you're a virgin."
She blazed a hot, wet path down Marsha's neck, through the valley of her supple, firm tits, and over each creamy mountain of tittie meat.
Marsha gasped in delight. Doris's tongue was like a hot poker burning into her skin. "Oooo, Doris! I'm going crazy!"
"Not yet," Doris mewled, "but soon."
She feasted on Marsha's ripe, succulent tits, turning the flesh to a bright pink with her spit and frantic chewing. With both tits soaked and her own face drenched, she attacked the large round swollen nipples. Each rose-colored nipple she methodically devastated.
"My pussy! My pussy!" Marsha screamed, anxious for the same fabulous treatment on her steamy cunt. "Eat my pussy!" She urged Doris down to the sizzling furnace between her thighs. "Ooo, Doris, suck my cunt!"
Doris ignored Marsha's whimpering pleas. She took her time as she licked her way over her neighbor's belly, across her hips to her thighs, bypassing the hot pussy gash that Marsha had screamed for her to devour. The scent of Marsha's pussy was strong, exotic, and it flared her nostrils, making her dizzy with fervid desire. She fought her lust, concentrating on driving Marsha mad before she even licked the outer edge of her cunt.
"You tormenting bitch! You fuckin' bitch!" Marsha ranted, twisting on the floor in the throes of lust that Doris had created with her hungry mouth. "You bitch, eat me! Suck out my cunt!" She humped her ass off the floor, rotated her hips, but Doris continued to ignore her. She dropped back with a thud and began to whimper incoherently.
At last Doris dove between Marsha's long, sexy legs. Teasingly, she stroked a finger though Marsha's pussy. Marsha cried out and went into spasms.
"You're going to be delicious," Doris gasped in hungry admiration. Marsha sobbed. "Eat me! Eat me!"
"First your ass."
Gasping, anxious to do anything to have Doris's expert mouth, Marsha rolled over onto her stomach and gave Doris her creamy twin ass cheeks. "Please," she sighed. Her tits were crushed into the carpet, her face flush against the nap. Eyes wide, mouth open, her tongue flicked out, she panted, "Please hurry, Doris."
Doris clawed both hands down the meat of Marsha's ass and left fine red lines in the white skin. She did it again and again, criss-cross lines of passion drawn in Marsha's flesh until her entire ass cheeks were stinging and completely red.
Marsha didn't care, not if it meant having Doris's tongue and mouth on her pussy. She would endure anything. Squirming, she suffered the stinging pain and loved it.
Doris was enjoying herself. She gouged her fingers into Marsha's pussy, lugging out milky strands of pussy-cream. With the warm, sticky cream, she soaked Marsha's asshole and, once it was soaked, she plunged a finger inside. Twisting it, she made Marsha howl.
"Would you like to be fucked in here?"
"Yes! Yes! Anything!" Marsha screamed, willing to do anything Doris suggested, 'if you eat me! Ohhh, Doris! Ummmmm!" Her neighbor's fingers had entered her pussy again. "Your tongue ... use your tongue!"
"In a minute," Doris said, tormenting her. She drilled deep, driving a pointed nail into the cushiony inner depths of Marsha's pussy. "Is this where you want my tongue?"
"Yessss!" Marsha hissed through clenched teeth. Her green eyes bulged. The searing pain from Doris's twisting finger caused tiny explosions to pop at the base of her passion-dulled skull. "Yessss!"
"So do I," Doris admitted, reaming her fingers in and out of Marsha's twisting body. First her cunt, then her ass, alternating between the two.
When it looked as if Marsha had gone insane, Doris brought her fingers out of her hot, puckered holes and paused. Then, without warning, she swooped down and buried her squiggling tongue deep inside Marsha's ass, reaming it deep. The juices she had lubricated the asshole with clung to her slithering tongue. When she felt Marsha had had enough, she yanked her tongue out and rolled her onto her back.
Marsha gazed up at the ceiling, watching it spin, fade, then come into view again. Her body taut, she waited breathlessly for Doris's tongue. It was a torturous wait, an eternity, and she almost crumbled under the pressure.
Doris waited until she sensed Marsha would lose her mind if something wasn't done. Then Doris dropped to the scalding wet slit of Marsha's pussy and sucked with all her might. Hot pussy juice flowed immediately onto her mouth, chin, and neck, and Marsha's velvety cuntlips filled her mouth as she chewed. She swirled her tongue over the sensitive meat and drank the juice.
From the first mind-blowing contact, Marsha went mad. Her body contorted in bliss. She screamed, her tits floundering on her chest.
"Yessss!" Marsha cried out in wild joy. "Yessss!" The redhead bucked, twisted in midair, crashed back to the carpet and bucked again. She pounded the floor with fists, her ass thumping in cadence to her pounding hands. "Tongue me! Tongue-fuck me!"
From this moment, until Marsha screamed in orgasm, Doris would obey every urgent demand, every one of her neighbor's whims. She darted her tongue into the wet opening of Marsha's cunt as requested. She tongued the steamy pulsing depths while Marsha cried out.
Marsha humped and ground her cunt into Doris's face. "Deeper! Deeper!"
Doris obliged. Snake-like invasions of Doris's tongue plunged deep into her neighbor's pussy. Cunt muscles tried to capture her tongue forever. Her tongue curled into the stormy insides of Marsha's overheated pussy while her cunt muscles tried to rip her tongue from her throat. She tormented the wet contracting walls with the tip of her tongue, adding spice to Marsha's passion.
"I'm there!" In almost total collapse from the tormenting Doris was subjecting her to, Marsha felt the approach of her orgasm. It gave her strength. "I'm there! Ohhhhh! I'm going to cum!"
Doris pulled her tongue out and sucked hard, trying to draw in all the pussy meat she could. She chewed the spongy folds, seeking the hard button clit that was bloated with blood-the core of Marsha's sanity and the key to the next few blissful minutes.
"I'm cumming!" Marsha squealed as Doris's teeth found her clit. "I'm cuming!"
Hot, gushing pussy-cream that had oozed before now flowed like a river flooding its banks. It gushed in pulsing rushes from Marsha's exploding cunt, over Doris's face, into her mouth and nose, almost drowning her in its gooey warmth.
Doris choked, gagging on the flooding cum. It flowed over her mouth in pulsing waves, but she never released Marsha's clit. She held it tightly between her teeth, whipping her tongue over the tip. She beat the purplish-red clit with whip-like slashes of her tongue at the same time beating Marsha into a state of insanity that would last until she released her hard button.
Over and over hot bursting orgasms ripped through Marsha's pussy. It spread from the scalding depths of her cunt outward. Every inch of her flesh sizzled in fire. "I'm cummming! Suck it harder! Harder!"
Doris did. Sucking with greater suction power, she snapped her head from side to side, taking Marsha's clit with her teeth. The frenzied action almost tore the bloated piece of pussy flesh from Marsha's contorting, spasming body.
"Bite it! Bite!" Marsha screamed, wanting all the sensations, all the agony and pleasure at once.
Doris obliged. She chewed her clit roughly, sending Marsha back to the peak for another roller coaster ride into bliss. Her head whipped from side to side. Her teeth chewed, and her tongue slapped.
"I'm still . . . aghhhh ..."
Marsha's words were clogged in her throat, gagging her, choking her, her voice becoming a gurgling cry. Her tits floundered wildly, legs flailed, arms beat the floor. Her body wrenched painfully in passion. Wild maniac orgasms crashed down from the dizzy heights that Doris's mouth had taken her.
"Aghhhh!" Marsha groaned, twitching and jerking in the final stages of joy. After a few minutes she skittered back to normal. Doris's tongue had made the journey back almost as pleasurable as the climb up to her orgasm.
Marsha began to gasp, her eyelids fluttering rapidly. Her blood slowed from a surging river to a steady normal flow. Her twitching subsided. She lay panting, spent, her clit and pussy raw from Doris's attacking mouth.
The black-haired vixen climbed over Marsha's inert, weary body, and straddled her face. Her cunt was dripping for Marsha's mouth. "Look up and see where your husband stuck his cock," Doris said.
Marsha saw the seeping red pussy gash. It made her hungry, hungry to fuck Doris's cunt with her tongue, the same cunt that her husband ravaged with his cock.
"It's a shame his cum has been washed out," Doris said. "You'd like eating his jizz out of me. I love eating Gordie's cum from other women." She took a gasping breath. "You ready to suck me like I did to you?"
Groaning in lust, Marsha pulled the succulent pussy to her drooling mouth. Doris squealed in utter bliss.
Later, both exhausted, both sated, they lay limply on the floor. Doris was panting from the tongue-lashing that Marsha had just given her and Marsha was out of breath from the frenzied way Doris had ridden her face.
"Christ, if you would have told me last week that I'd be doing this with another woman, I would have said you were crazy." Marsha sighed audibly and licked away some pussy-cream that clung to her mouth. "Mmm, you're delicious!"
"I'm glad you had a chance to taste me. Gordon and I are moving in a few days," Doris said.
"Damn!" Marsha moaned, "just when I was getting to know you."
Doris closed her eyes. "We'll work something out."
"I hope so."
CHAPTER SIX
A few minutes later Doris opened her eyes and reached for the phone. "You mind if I give Gordon a call and invite him over?" she asked Marsha.
"Not at all," Marsha sighed, reveling in the pleasure of what she had just shared with Doris.
"Good." Doris dialed. "Gordon's been walking around with a hard-on ever since you moved into the neighborhood."
Marsha giggled like a schoolgirl. "I guess it's my duty to do something to help him, huh?"
Doris's face brightened. "Gordie . . . guess where I am right now?"
"I hope not too far away," Gordon said on the other end of the line. "My nuts are aching and my cock is hard. Come home and take care of me."
"You haven't guessed where I am or what I'm doing!" Doris said, smiling.
"You're probably trying to seduce some poor happily married man, and I'm too hot to guess where you're doing it."
"Awww," Doris pouted. "Guess."
"Shit, baby, my cock's ready to bust! Come home."
"Why don't you come to where I am?" Doris said, still being mysterious.
"Shit, I'm not interested in sharing you with some horny husband today. I got a real ache in my balls."
"Then you should be happy to know that I'm over at Marsha's and we're both naked and dripping wet."
"You bull-shitting me?" Gordon asked.
Doris handed the phone to Marsha. "Tell him to come over."
"Gordon," Marsha purred seductively. "I just made love to your wife and I'm dying to fuck you next. Please come over and stick your cock in me. My pussy hurts as much as your prick." Marsha handed the phone back to Doris and they both laughed as Doris dropped the phone back in its cradle.
"He'll be here before you can go upstairs and piss." Doris rolled over on the floor and perked her ass up in the air and wiggled it. "You gonna eat out my ass while Gordon fucks you?"
Marsha gazed with a real hunger at the magnificent cheeks of Doris's fabulous ass. "I might," she said. Today, she knew, she would do anything Doris wanted, 'it all depends on how hungry I am."
"You're hungry enough," Doris said, rolling over and lying flat on her back, her legs spread open in an erotic vee. "You can eat out both my holes."
The doorbell rang and Doris laughed. "I told you. I'll bet he didn't even dress." She sat up. "You want me to answer it?"
"I'll get it," Marsha said, scrambling to her feet. Her tits shook with her movement. "I want to see his face when I answer the door like this."
"I'll wait here and keep my pussy wet."
Marsha giggled and quickly padded to the front door. She peeked out to make sure it was Gordon, then opened the door.
"Hi," Marsha purred. She stepped back out of view from the street. The hungry expression on Gordon's face made her pussy ooze. "C'mon in. Doris is in the living room waiting."
For a moment Gordon couldn't move. Marsha was even more beautiful than he had anticipated. He noticed her shyness had dissipated. She had changed into a hot, sensuous woman in the same mold as his fantastic wife. If he didn't have Doris, he would certainly envy Dave.
"You make my cock ache just looking at you."
"I hope you'll do more than look," Marsha mewled as he stepped inside. He brushed against her bare tits.
"You can count on it," he said, his hand grazing the cheek of her ass when she closed the door. "Lead me to my horny wife."
Marsha strutted like a ten-dollar whore into the living room. "Follow me."
"Anywhere," he replied. His prick throbbed as he followed the sway of her hips into the living room.
Marsha plopped down beside Doris on the floor and looked up. Gordon was still wearing his coat. "I hope you're going to take off your coat and stay a while."
Gordon was grinning at the two lush, naked women. He dropped his coat, standing bare-assed naked. His huge, thick cock jutted out from his hairy groin, piercing the air as it would soon pierce Marsha's gorgeous pussy.
Both women gasped in hungry admiration.
"I came prepared," he said, grinning at the two drooling women.
"I told you he wouldn't get dressed," Doris giggled, crawling over to him. She caressed one of his hairy legs and rubbed her tits into the tough skin of his thigh. "C'mon over, Marsha, and have some fun with me."
Marsha came crawling over and draped herself around Gordon's other leg. Doing the same as Doris, she rubbed her tits into his other thigh. Marsha's hand caressed his tight ass and scratched the back of his legs while she licked and nibbled like a playful kitten along his thigh.
"Hey, you two are neglecting the best part of me-my prick."
"Not for long," Doris purred, grabbing a hunk of his bloated cockshaft with her fingers. She squeezed-Gordon groaned.
Marsha grabbed what was left of his prick and squeezed, her body quivering for it. This was exciting, even more exciting than with Kenny, or alone with Doris! She couldn't wait until she shared a man-or a couple-with Dave, although she knew it would be a while before she did. Her husband still had to pay. Thinking about it made her giggle. It seemed superfluous to make him pay any longer, but in the end he wouldn't mind, not with the things she had in mind. Besides, it would serve him right.
"Christ, let me get on the Goddamn floor," Gordon groaned as the two hungry women pawed and fondled his body and prick. "I'm gonna fall."
"Make it on me," Marsha sighed, cupping his nuts with one hand and scratching her nails over the cheeks of his ass with the other. "I'll spread my legs and you can fall right into my cunt with this hunk of prickmeat." Marsha parted her mouth and sucked the head of his bloated cock, then released it, falling back on the floor. "I'm ready, Gordon."
"Not yet," Doris moaned. "Let's suck him first . . . make him beg. I don't want it to be too easy for him." Doris sank her teeth into his hard-on and Gordon howled in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Doris came off his prick and pulled on it. "On the floor, stud. Let me and my friend pay homage to your gorgeous cock."
Willing to oblige the women anything, Gordon dropped to the floor. He spread his legs, lying flat on his back. His prick, deserted for a brief moment, towered from his groin like a skyscraper. But both horny women quickly swooped down on it like hungry wolves.
Marsha reached his prick first and gobbled the entire length. She sucked with avid delight and was soon joined by Doris, who worshiped his prick noisily from the other side. They each licked a side, sucked the length, nibbled, and met at his bloated, bell-shaped cockhead where they kissed each other passionately. After a brief moment they descended down the length of Gordon's thick cockshaft to his balls, completing the wet, slurping trip.
"Oh Jesus Christ," Gordon groaned loudly. His hairy balls ached delightfully under the expert sucking of his wife and neighbor. "Christ, you two are fantastic!"
Marsha relinquished her half of Gordon's prick to Doris, using her greedy mouth to feast on the rest of his powerful, muscle-ridden frame. Doris quickly took jip the slack by gobbling her husband's cock into her mouth while Marsha sought out more of his flesh.
Marsha moaned hungrily, rubbing her tits against his hard body. She chewed on his flat stomach and chest ravenously, slopping her spit over his body. She gazed down into his hard, lean face.
"I was an ass last night," she whispered.
"I know," he rasped, jamming his cock into his wife's hot mouth. "I was so hot for your body and all I got was a slap." He tried grinning, but Doris's teeth sinking into his meaty cockshaft turned his grin into a groan.
"I'm going to make it up to you this afternoon." She planted her mouth on his, darted her tongue between his parted lips, and explored his mouth.
Gordon grabbed her bloated tits, mauling them in his big strong hands in the midst of feasting on her thrusting tongue. He jabbed his cock into his wife's pool of swirling saliva. He was enjoying both women to the fullest.
Gasping, Marsha came off Gordon's mouth. "Are you going to fuck me?" she panted.
He groaned his answer as Doris scraped her teeth up the length of his cock and popped her mouth off the bloated head. "Yeah, baby," he said, now that his wife was off his aching prick. "Anytime you're ready."
"I'm ready now," Marsha crooned. She craved to be fucked, having been primed by Doris. She threw herself onto her back and spread her legs for Gordon, whimpering. "Fuck me, Gordon. Fuck me right in here!" A long red-painted fingernail grazed her moist cunt. "Right in here where Doris sucked me dry."
"You're not dry now," Gordon groaned, looking at the frothy cunt gash, seeping pussy juice. "You're soaked!"
"Then stick it in. Fuck me!"
"Not that way," Doris interrupted, crawling over to Marsha. "On your hands and knees, like a hot sexy bitch in heat." Doris was shaking her ass back at her husband's face, propped on her hands and knees. "Like this, Marsha. Then you can lick out my asshole while Gordie fucks you." Doris gasped. "When he sees you eating me, he'll ram his cock harder and faster. He's a Goddamn bull elephant!"
"Mmmm," Marsha cooed. She rolled onto her stomach, perched up her ass, and wiggled it. "This is going to be a blast." Her head turned to Doris. "Get in front of me so I can suck you."
Doris went behind Marsha and gazed hotly at her reddish-haired pussy. "It's a shame we have to move out of this neighborhood, isn't it Gordie?"
Gordon nodded, unable to take his eyes off the red, glistening slit of Marsha's pussy. "I'll give her a fuck she'll remember and maybe someday they can come and visit us for a week. Then the four of us can really have a party."
Marsha swooned. Their talk was tantalizingly erotic. Her position on the floor was a complete turn-on, and both sets of eyes on her was another sensational experience-a husband and wife, both desiring her pussy.
"Ooooooo," Marsha moaned, unable to suppress her raging lust. "Fuck me, Gordon! Hurry!"
She wriggled her ass and both Gordon and Doris fondled her, each stroking and caressing an ass cheek. Gordon's fingers poked into her seeping pussy and Doris prodded the wrinkled ring of her asshole.
"Maybe," Doris suggested, "you might want to have your asshole fucked sometime." She scratched the inviting hole, making Marsha buck.
"Ooooo, I'm planning on it," Marsha replied. Her face was flushed with a wild desire to begin the action. Her tits-large and bloated-swung heavily beneath her.
Gordon's fingers jabbed into the cushiony walls of her clenching pussy. "The same time a cock is jabbing you in here, huh?" Gordon added.
"Unnn, yeahhh," Marsha gasped, envisioning two cocks, both hard and long, ravaging her hot pussy and asshole at the same time. Her head turned toward the hedonistic couple. "Fuck me, Gordon. Stop talking and fuck me!" Her body craved the long prickshaft that jutted out hard from his powerful frame. She wanted it rammed in her cunt as deep as it would go.
Gordon moved close behind Marsha. On his knees, his long bloated cock in his fist, he dragged his prick head through the fiery slit of her pussy between the velvety folds. He slipped his swollen cockhead into the steamy entrance of her pussy, treating her to a small prelude of things to come. He groaned and the muscles of her cunt pulsed wildly around his drilling prick head.
"All the way!" Marsha screamed shrilly. "Shove it in!" She bucked, pushing back to capture his prick. But Gordon deftly moved along with her, keeping her from getting her way until Doris got into position in front of her.
"Soon," he groaned to Marsha. The head of his cock was immersed in the heat of her pussy. "Ummmm, Christ, Marsha! You're hot!" He willed himself not to plunge his prick in to the hilt.
Doris scrambled into place, her ass facing Marsha. "You can start licking anytime you want," she gasped with excitement. "Anytime."
"When Gordon fucks me," Marsha told Doris. "When I get his cock, I'll lick you all you want!" She was so hot, she was shouting.
"You got it," Gordon growled.
Seeing his wife's beautiful ass at Marsha's mouth was the trigger. Like an enraged beast he slammed his cock furiously through the bubbly wetness of Marsha's overheated pussy, stopping when his groin smacked loudly into the cheeks of her ass.
"Aghhhhh," Marsha cried. "Oh God, I'm "" Her voice became muffled as the force of Gordon's thrust drove her face into the waiting cheeks of Doris's ass. Marsha flicked out her tongue, licked the dark ass crease. Gordon's howls of pleasure, as his cock was buried to the hilt inside her pussy, were music to her ears.
She rotated her hips, used the hungry muscles of her spongy cunt against the stiff, bloated piece of cock meat that filled her to capacity. While using her cunt muscles, she reamed Doris's ass with her tongue, plunging as far inside the wrinkled opening as she could go. She was in bliss-getting fucked with a cock and fucking someone else with her tongue was heaven!
Gordon held the soft flesh of Marsha's hips with his splayed fingers. His eyes ran quickly from the flare of her ass, down her back, over to his wife's ass with Marsha's beautiful face flush against it. It blew his mind and he held his breath so he wouldn't lose control.
Doris, her asshole being tongued, collapsed. Her ass remained in the air so Marsha's tongue could explore it. Doris's face lay sideways on the rug. Spittle dribbled out of her mouth as she whimpered and squirmed with excitement.
Gordon eased back, feeling the tremendous pressure that Marsha's tight grease-lined pussy offered in resistance. With only his cockhead between the puffy lips of her cunt, he rammed forward with all his strength. His prick was immediately buried to the root. Over and over again he repeated the long, slow power-packed strokes, stuffing her cunt and then withdrawing, stuffing and withdrawing.
Marsha's muffled screams could be heard even though her mouth was plastered on Doris's ass. Lights exploded behind her eyes. Gordon's prick was fabulous! His expert stabs were designed to give the most tormenting pleasure possible. She waited anxiously for each torturous plunge and withdrawal.
She pulled her face from Doris's ass. "Faster," Marsha screamed, knowing that she would lose her mind, if he continued at this teasing pace. "Faster! Oh Christ, Gordon, faster!"
She rocked her hips and lunged back, using every trick in the book to make him fuck her faster. She finally plunged her face into Doris's ass again.
His own lust at the boiling point, Gordon could no longer refuse Marsha. His speed quickened and he was instantly rewarded with more hot, buttery pussy-cream. He was bathing in the sticky goo. Hard, fast lightning-like jabs in and out of Marsha's pussy swelled his cock to the fullest. Then his speed quickened even more.
With her pussy being invaded at demonic speed, Marsha squirmed her tongue into Doris's ass. She reamed and licked the tiny puckered asshole. Her lips were glued to the delicious-tasting ass ring as she rocked in place. The force of Gordon's driving hips thrust her face into the ass she was sucking.
Drowning in the utter pleasure of Gordon's stabbing cock, Marsha moaned out loud. Her tits swelled, feeling like heavy weights. She kept eating out Doris's ass while Doris sputtered and whimpered excitedly.
Gordon was watching the fantastically erotic sight and raced mindlessly toward his orgasm. He tore his eyes away, bringing them back to Marsha's ass where his prick was ramming her pussy. His large hands parted Marsha's ass and he delighted in the wrinkled asshole that stared back at him.
Warm, sudsy cream oozed from Marsha's red-haired pussy, coating his drilling cock-shaft. As he plowed inside her, squishy sounds echoed in his ears. Each plunge summoned more white froth from deep inside her pulsing cunt hole.
Marsha went insane. In her entire life she had never thought she would be doing this. In her mind, she could imagine how she looked now, with Gordon plowing her and her face in Doris's ass. It overwhelmed her, and her body responded-jerking, twisting, bucking.
Gurgling cries of bliss escaped her throat as she gasped for air between licking sucks on Doris's ass. She moved in rhythm to Gordon's ramming prick, climbing higher and higher with each fabulous jab.
Gordon slammed, his groin whacking into the jiggling cheeks of Marsha's ass, his prick lancing the hot, buttery pussy ooze. His balls whacked against the back of her thighs when he came ramming forward. Each slapping contact was an aching reminder of the rumbling cum inside his nuts. He bit his bottom lip, fighting the fury that was building inside him, fighting the approaching, inevitable orgasm.
Marsha pulled her drooling, gasping mouth off Doris's ass. The wild ride Gordon was giving her made her head spin. She couldn't breathe while tongue-fucking Doris's ass and cumming herself at the same time.
"I'm ready! I'm ready!" she yelled to Gordon.
Doris collapsed to the floor and rolled away, watching her husband bringing Marsha into her waiting orgasm. "Give it to him, Marsha. Cream his fucking cock! Fuck her, Gordie! Drench her fuckin' pussy!"
"Ohhh . . . here I cum," Marsha groaned. Her orgasm took her roughly into its grip and shook her into bliss. "I'm cumming!" Hot bolts of passion ripped through her oozing pussy. And, one right after the other, her orgasms turned her into a screaming, bucking, naked bitch.
Gordon slammed furiously into the pulsing hole of Marsha's orgasming pussy. He couldn't control his own rumbling orgasm that labored agonizingly inside his nuts, waiting to unload his jism.
One, two, three blinding demonic stabs and his prick ruptured. Hot molten cum spewed into the bubbling furnace of Marsha's cunt. "I'm cumming," he roared, "I'm cumming!" His speed became a blur, his cock swelling, spouting hot boiling cum into the churning depths of Marsha's exploding cunt. "Aghhh!"
From her position on the floor, Doris watched in awe. Even though she was seated a few feet away, she could feel each hungry stab of her husband's cock as if he were plunging into her pussy. Doris licked her lips, her own lust feeding on the generated lust of the two orgasming bodies so close by.
Gordon slammed deep. Marsha met each powerful thrust, absorbed the horrendous impact. She drove back with her own power. Their two bodies fused for a split second, then parted again.
Hot cum squirted from his dilated piss-slot and flooded the greased, cushiony channel of Marsha's cunt. He held onto her hips, his arms straining, his muscles bulging. Her hips continued to move in a hungry rhythm, her orgasm not yet over.
Marsha battled the fury of Gordon's squirting prick. She felt each pulsing squirt as it saturated her pussy. She tossed her head around, her red hair flying about her face and shoulders, whipping across her open, drooling mouth.
"More! More!" She was greedy, hungry for more. "Harder! Harder!" Her green eyes floated up into her head, then settled on Doris. "Your husband's creaming me. Fucking me to death! Aghhh!" Her arms buckled and her face thudded to the carpet. Her body was still impaled on Gordon's prick as she reached out and clawed Doris's body.
Gordon's speed began to subside, his balls empty, hollow shells. The last few spurting wads oozed from his piss-hole without force.
The pearl drops of cum remained on his prick-head.
He groaned, grinding to a halt. His chest heaved as he caught his wind. His prick was still caught in the pulsing furnace of Marsha's pussy. It began to shrink. He held still, riding the last of Marsha's orgasms.
Marsha gasped, crashing down from the dizzy heights. She trembled in the aftermath, her body spent, deliciously sated. She fell forward, Gordon's cock no longer keeping her impaled. She writhed, her tits crushing into the nap of the carpet.
"Whatta fuck!"
Doris crawled over to her husband and started licking his prick clean like a mother cat catering to her young. Once she was done with Gordon, she went to Marsha, sucking out her husband's cum from her pussy until Marsha, too, was cleaned.
"Don't say anything to Dave," Marsha said once Doris had dressed and Gordon had his coat on again. "I'm going to let him stew for a while, then I'll surprise him one night. I haven't figured out how, but he'll be plenty surprised."
"Remember, we'll give you our new address and the two of you can come and visit us. Okay?"
"It's a deal," Marsha said, giving each of them a kiss. "I'm sure Dave will be happy to get between your legs again."
Doris giggled and wrapped her arm around Gordon. "Until you two visit I'll have to listen to Gordon telling me how great you are."
Marsha waved to them as they went down the walk. She closed the door and leaned against it, taking in a deep breath. It had been a day of sweet revenge and self discovery. Soon, when the right moment arose, she would show her husband-with actions not words- how she had changed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Marsha was sitting at the dinner table, looking at Dave at the other end. He was talking easily with their new neighbors, Gary and Tracy Garrison. Marsha saw the look in her husband's eyes. It was the same look she had failed to see two weeks ago-the night they had had drinks with Doris and Gordon. Now, they were the welcoming pair, Gary and Tracy being the new couple in the neighborhood.
She gave her husband a warm smile, saw the suspicion in his eyes, then watched it quickly disappear. She didn't blame him. It had been two weeks of silence, two weeks of not saying anything that wasn't absolutely necessary. Then, this morning, she had told him she had invited the new neighbors over for dinner. She would have been suspicious, too.
Dave's uneasiness would add flavor to what she had planned for this evening, especially after the two weeks of sexual famine she had put him through. But the famine would soon be over, and Dave would hopefully be happy about it. She could see from the way he was acting that he was horny as hell.
Marsha cleared her throat, wondering if Dave would be as enthusiastic about sharing mates tonight as he had been that night with Doris and Gordon. She wasn't sure. Obviously he was horny, but she was the one who was instigating the game this evening. She was curious how he would react.
Marsha politely excused herself from the table. "Why don't you make our new neighbors a drink, darling?" she purred to her husband, planting a hot wet kiss on his mouth. "I'll be done in a minute."
Dave was happily surprised. It was the first sign of affection from his wife since she had caught him with Doris. The memory of that wild night was still fresh in his mind. He would never forget it.
He watched his wife for a second as she left the dining room, then turned his attention back to Gary and his pretty wife, Tracy. "What are you two having?" he asked pleasantly, getting up from the table and going to the corner bar in the living room.
Upstairs, Marsha studied her sleek reflection in the long dressing mirror. Quickly, she slipped out of the dress. Her green eyes took on a glow of excitement. Her bra and panties followed the dress to the floor and she gazed back at her naked figure. She was pleased with what she saw.
A sly sensuous grin played at her upturned mouth. Dave was in for the surprise of his life. She slipped into a silk lounging robe that was laced around the edges. She tied it snug around her trim waist and stepped back to check herself.
"Goddamn," she gasped with delight, spreading her legs. The light from the table lamp behind her outlined her body. Her long legs beneath the red silk appeared like a sensuous silhouette.
"They'll cream." She took a deep breath. Her tits pressed erotically into the red silk. Her nipples were hard and broke the smooth sleek line. Spinning on her heel, she headed for the living room. Her heart pounded. This was what Dave wanted-and she wanted it too.
As she descended the stairs she thought about Gary and what would happen if things worked out tonight. Tracy was pretty, and she knew Dave would have a ball with her. A shivery sigh trickled down her spine and exploded in the heated depths of her pussy.
"Maybe," she whispered to herself, "we'll all make it together!" Her legs weakened and she clutched the banister.
A bright alluring smile graced Marsha's face when she walked seductively through the living room archway. "I hope you all don't mind, but I had to change." She gave Gary a hungry smile. "I was so uncomfortable in all those clothes."
"Not at all, honey," Dave said, handing her a drink. He sat down, his eyes on his wife's lush body. He wondered what she intended to do. Suspicion, lust, and anxiety all played catch inside his brain.
Marsha remained standing, sipping her scotch and soda. She saw the shocked expression on Tracy's face, the delighted, hungry look on Gary's handsome face, and the stunned, surprised expression on Dave's face. She loved all the reactions as she stood in the living room, knowing the light from the hall was outlining her sleek figure through the silk.
Marsha looked at Tracy. "Doesn't wearing all those clothes make you uncomfortable?"
Marsha took another sip of Scotch, acting nonchalant. She was enjoying Tracy's anger and shock. Anger, because Gary was ogling, shock, because Tracy was an innocent, much like herself had been only a few weeks ago.
Gary couldn't tear his eyes off Marsha. "Around the house Tracy hardly wears anything," he said to Marsha, answering the question for his wife. "She's practically a nudist."
Tracy was red with embarrassment. "Gary!"
"Hell, baby," Gary soothed. "We're all adults."
"Right," Dave agreed. He looked now with more interest at Tracy's beautiful body that matched her delicate face.
To Gary's disappointment and Tracy's relief, Marsha moved away from the light and sat down opposite them on a chair. The relief dissipated at once in Tracy's face and Gary's eyes lit up again when Marsha crossed one long, sexy leg over the other. The silk robe slipped away, revealing curved calves, dimpled knees, and a good amount of creamy thigh flesh.
Tracy fidgeted uncomfortably on the couch. She gave Marsha a hateful grin. "I really think it's time we left, Gary," she told her husband.
"Oh, please stay," Marsha purred. A painted nail traced a pattern over a bent knee. "We've hardly had time to get acquainted."
"Right," Dave said. "The night's still young. And tomorrow's Sunday, nobody has to work. Shit, let's get to know each other. We're going to be neighbors for a lot of years."
"What's the matter, honey?" Gary asked his wife. "You never like to end an evening this early."
Tracy gave her husband a determined look. "I'm tired and have a headache. Can we go?"
Smiling at the couple, Marsha understood. "If you don't feel well, maybe it would be a good idea if you did go home, Tracy. But you don't mind if Gary stays, do you?" Marsha smiled-a hot, smug look-and wondered what Tracy would do next.
Tracy gulped, knowing she was trapped. Before she could speak, Gary spoke.
"She's right, honey," Gary said gently. "If you don't feel well, I'll take you home. You can get some sleep while I get to know our neighbors. We can't completely desert them after the fantastic meal they gave us." Out of the corner of his eyes, Gary glanced at Marsha. There was no way in hell, he intended to leave. Marsha was dynamite, a luscious woman! "C'mon, honey, I'll take you home."
Cornered, not knowing what to say next, Tracy's glanced at Marsha and saw the hungry look in the woman's eyes, especially when they settled on her husband, Gary. Tracy shook her head, as if changing her mind suddenly.
"You're right, Gary. We can't desert them. I'll just take a couple of aspirin. I'll be fine."
"We've got plenty upstairs in the bathroom cabinet," Marsha suggested.
Tracy hated to leave her husband alone with the ravishing redhead. She looked at Dave. He was leering in her direction and a quick tremor swept through her. Tracy figured that as long as Dave was in the room, Marsha couldn't do anything.
"Would you like to show me the way?" Tracy asked, her eyes settling on Marsha. She decided to hedge her bet.
"Oh, it's easy to find," Marsha replied, smiling, licking the rim of the glass with the tip of her tongue. "First door on your left at the top of the landing ... in the medicine cabinet." Marsha winked. "Dave and I will keep your husband entertained while you're gone."
That's what I'm afraid of, Tracy thought darkly, easing off the couch. She walked past the smug, confident Marsha, and as she went up the stairs, she could feel Dave's eyes on her ass and legs. She didn't know if she liked it.
Marsha finished her drink and stood as soon as Tracy left. She stretched, playing to the light filtering through her red silk robe. The knot in the sash that had held the robe together around her waist loosened when she moved and a part of her rich, creamy tittie flesh became exposed.
Dave leaned back in his chair, watching Gary ogle Marsha. It excited him to have another man desire his wife. "Marsha's beautiful, isn't she?"
Gary nodded mutely, unable to take his eyes off Marsha. He felt his stomach tighten. After a few moments Gary took his eyes away and stared at Dave. A quizzical look appeared on his face.
Marsha saw it and sat down beside him on the couch. She snuggled close to Gary. "There's nothing to worry about, Gary. Dave understands." She traced a finger over Gary's face, across his mouth, a tit pressing into his arm. Marsha looked over and winked at Dave. "Don'tcha, honey?"
"I do now," Dave said, grinning widely, excited about his wife's change of heart. It looked as if he were going to get between Tracy's legs after all! And he knew Gary wouldn't be a problem-the look on his face reminded him of his own lust for Doris.
Marsha turned her attention back to Gary.
"Dave and I have learned how much fun neighbors can be when they get together for a night of hot sex games." Marsha eased her hand down his heaving chest. "You ever make it with any of your neighbors where you used to live?" Marsha was unbuttoning his shirt.
Gary groaned. "We thought about it, but Tracy's chicken."
"Maybe we can help change her mind," Dave said hopefully.
Marsha's hand glided down Gary's bare chest and over his bulging crotch. "Mmmm, I know we won't have trouble convincing you, Gary." She squeezed his hard-on. "Damn, your prick is like steel."
Dave looked at his wife fondling Gary, a complete stranger until a few days ago. She really has changed. His cock was throbbing as he thought about the evening ahead.
"The couple who used to live in your house introduced us to the fun of sharing partners for a night," Dave said, watching Gary's reaction.
Gary was silent, liking the way things were going.
Marsha leaned back, allowing her robe to open. Her bloated tits were exposed for Gary's peering eyes and she looked over at Dave and smiled hotly, her hands coming up under her rib cage, cupping the twin mounds of tittie meat.
"I used to be chicken too. But after making it a few times on my own, I realized how much fun it could be." She was challenging Dave with her eyes. "Now we're both ready to make it with another couple."
Dave gulped, surprised, jealous. What his wife said was sinking in. But he didn't mind. It was a natural extension of what he had done with Gordon and Doris.
"We both hope you and Tracy will become real close friends," Dave added.
Gary swallowed the huge boulder that clogged his gullet. His eyes were fastened on the rich abundant globes of Marsha's tits. He was out of his mind. Nervously, his eyes shifted from Marsha to the hall stairs, expecting Tracy to come back and mess everything up.
Marsha giggled at Gary's uneasiness, took his hand and placed it on one of her tits. "Rub, Gary. Tonight they're yours." She looked over at Dave. "Right, honey?"
Dave nodded. "She's yours-if Tracy doesn't object to making it with me."
Gary let out a heavy groan. So it was all up to his wife. Mentally, he crossed his fingers, hoping that this time Tracy wouldn't be a prude. His cock ached for Marsha, and he suspected that Dave's cock was aching just as much for Tracy.
"Touch my pussy," she purred, spreading her legs for her neighbor. The silk robe fell away as she moved. Her pussy was on display to her horny husband and their hot neighbor. "Feel how juicy and wet I am for your cock, Gary."
Marsha looked at her husband to see if there were any negative reactions. She was happy that she didn't find any. Dave's face was covered with lust.
Gary stroked his fingers up through the hot oozing slit of Marsha's pussy. She was hot, wet, and juicy. His prick throbbed for her, trying to bust out of his pants. His fingers were immediately coated with slick pussy ooze.
"Ooooo, yessss," Marsha sighed, squirming her ass on the sofa. She looked at her husband, glassy-eyed, her face flushed. "This is going to be an exciting night. I'm creaming already!"
Dave watched from the chair, growing hotter by the second.
Marsha turned to Gary and melted into his arms, humping her cunt against the drilling fingers that caressed the seeping gash of her furnace pussy.
Marsha moved her mouth close to his and at once their lips locked in a passionate kiss. She gobbled on his invading tongue. Her fingers combed through Gary's thick blonde hair. She sensed that Dave was leering, and it became even more exciting. It was thrilling.
Tracy stopped short in the entrance to the living room. Her mouth dropped open in disbelief. Her husband and Marsha-his hand was between her thighs, his mouth on hers. Her hand was massaging his cock through his pants. A hot sizzling bolt of passion rippled through her, but she managed to shake it off. Her eyes suddenly filled with tears.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Dave was the only one who saw her, Marsha and Gary were too busy. Dave got quietly up from his chair and went to Tracy as she stood frozen to the spot. He remembered the same expression on Marsha's face when she had stumbled into the bedroom and caught him with Doris.
"Relax, Tracy," Dave soothed as he draped an arm around her trembling shoulders. "It's, just for fun, nothing serious."
Tracy stared at him as if he were crazy.
"You can have the same fun too," Dave told her. His hand dropped to the swell of her tits. He squeezed one. "We'll go upstairs where we can be alone."
Appalled at the idea, Tracy shook off his hand. "Gary! Gary!" she cried, slightly hysterical.
Gary came off Marsha's eager mouth. He stared at his wife, unable to speak. There was nothing that he could say.
Marsha sprawled against the back of the couch, her legs spread, her body completely on exhibition. "Don't be a prude, Tracy. The four of us can have a ball together. I know. I used to feel the same as you." Marsha kept her hand on Gary's hard-on, massaging his cock through the material of his pants. "Let Dave help you off with your clothes."
Tracy looked at Gary and saw the lust in his eyes. "I'm going home!" She turned abruptly and stormed out of the house.
Marsha turned her attention quickly to Gary. "Don't go after her, Gary. She'll be back. You said yourself, the two of you have thought about making it with another couple. Give her time to think about it." She kept massaging his rock-hard prick, making it next to impossible for him to think.
"I'd . . . better ... go after her. Maybe if we talk privately, I could ..." Gary groaned, her fingers were squeezing his cock.
Marsha squirmed into his reluctant arms. "I was the same way," she said, her perfume attacking his senses as she snuggled closer. "Leave her alone. She'll come around. I finally did." Her mouth gave him hot, sizzling kisses that inflamed his mind.
Dave came over to the couch and joined them. His hand kneaded the soft tender curve of Marsha's bare thigh. "Tracy will come back." Dave cleared his throat. "We'll wait. And when she does, you can spend the night with Marsha."
Gary was hoping Tracy would return. He convinced himself that she would.
Marsha came out of Gary's arms, panting. She gazed at her husband with blazing lust. "We don't have to wait. The three of us can have a sexy party until Tracy does come back."
Dave sucked in his breath sharply.
Her eyes shifted to Gary. "Dave won't be jealous," she said, although the words were meant for Dave. "He made it with another woman and her husband-without me." Slowly, her eyes drifted back to Dave. "I'll bet you'll enjoy it this way even more."
Marsha reached over and grabbed her husband's cock. She mauled the throbbing piece of cock meat that lay hidden inside his pants. "You still want to wait for Tracy?" she asked her husband. She had a hand on both men's cocks.
Dave groaned. His wife was right. He felt hotter now than he had the night with Doris and Gordon. "Marsha's right. The three of us can have a ball until Tracy comes around to our way of thinking."
Gary moaned. Marsha's squeezing hand was driving him crazier. He didn't intend to argue. He couldn't lose either way. Gary grabbed a fistful of succulent tittie meat and mauled it with his hands.
Marsha leaned back, enjoying it. Her body was available to both her husband and their new neighbor. She was creaming.
"Suck them, both of you," she purred. "Each take a tit." She rested her arms on the back of the couch. The movement raised her tits.
Gary was the first to attack the flesh of Marsha's tit. His hungry mouth sucked a large, puffy nipple. He dined ravenously on the bloated tit. Tracy was the furthest thing from his mind. Marsha was absolutely fantastic and he intended to enjoy her as much as possible.
Dave was leering at his wife. He saw the passion burning in her green eyes as Gary chewed and sucked noisily on a tit. His cock throbbed as he watched another man going wild over his wife. It made him love his wife even more.
"Suck me, Dave," Marsha said to her husband. "Suck me like Gary's sucking me." She ran her tongue over her moist lips. "God, Dave, I'm so hot!"
Dave came out of his dazed stupor and fell to his wife's tit. Sucking feverishly, he went wild, chewing the nipple. His hand slipped between her lush thighs to the drenched gash of her pussy.
"Ohhhh, shit, I'm creaming." An arm around each man's head, she pushed their greedy mouths into her sensitive tittie flesh. "Oh, Christ! It feels wonderful ... two hungry mouths."
Marsha was squirming on the couch. Dave's fingers were parting the velvety lips of her cunt. She leaned her head back, gazed at the ceiling, and reveled in the attention of the two horny men-her husband and her neighbor.
Both men chewed hungrily on her tits. Loud slurping noises and Marsha's whimpering cries of unabashed delight bounced off the four walls. Gary stroked his hand down Marsha's body to her pussy and found that Dave was already there. Together they mauled her cunt-jabbing, pinching fingers. Pussy juice soaked both their active hands.
Marsha struggled against the mouths that devoured her tittie meat. It was ecstasy- fingers gouging, mouths sucking avidly. She gasped, craving their cocks more than the heat of their mouths.
Panting laboriously, she wriggled to the floor, discarding her robe in the process. She grabbed both bulging crotches. Anxious fingers yanked and tugged at their zippers. Her mind was reeling, her body trembling. Two cocks!
"I'm going crazy," she moaned desirously.
She needed their help. Her fumbling fingers couldn't coordinate. She leaned back on her haunches and both Gary and Dave took out their steel-hard pricks. She leered at her husband.
"How did Doris do it? Did she suck you or her husband first?"
"She sucked me first," Dave said to his wife.
Her green eyes danced. She went to Gary's prick, her hot, clinging lips circling his bloated cockhead. She whipped her tongue around his prick while her saliva bathed his prick in its warmth. With a pop, she took her mouth off.
"You're delicious, Gary," she panted.
"Now me," Dave groaned, reaching for his wife.
"I can't neglect you." Marsha giggled and sucked her husband's cock into her mouth.
Not shy at all about making it with Marsha in front of Dave, Gary quickly stripped off his clothes. He got down on the floor beside her.
"You're sexy as hell," Gary groaned as he pawed her fabulous tits.
Dave was hypnotized by his wife's passion. He gawked, still not fully accepting it. He blinked, expecting the image to disappear. But it didn't and he groaned, lunging up into the reality of his wife's greedy mouth.
"Unnn, baby," Dave groaned dizzily, "take it all."
Marsha took her mouth off her husband's hard prick. "I'll suck you if you get out of those damn clothes!" She rolled into Gary's hard-muscled body and rubbed her naked flesh into his bare skin.
Dave swiftly undressed.
She mauled Gary with her mouth, sucking his neck, over to his shoulders and chest, all the while purring like a contented kitten.
Gary fell back on the floor under Marsha's hungry attack. He played with her tits, enjoying their softness, reveling in the way she was using her mouth.
"I'm ready," Dave groaned.
He found it difficult to believe his once-shy wife was doing this. The transformation was amazing. He dropped to the floor, sandwiching his wife between himself and Gary. "Suck it, baby," Dave commanded. Marsha scrambled out of Gary's arms and looked at her husband. "What about Gary?" she pouted. "I can't neglect him and I only have one mouth." As she climbed onto her hands and knees an idea popped into her head. "Gary can fuck me while I suck you!"
Gary groaned and crawled around to the twin cheeks of her ass. He rubbed her hips and ass meat. "It'll be my pleasure."
"It'll be all mine," she giggled, slapping her tongue over Dave's swollen cockhead, "and Dave's." She wriggled her ass at Gary. "Finger me. Make sure I'm all wet for your prick." She knew she was, but wanted his fingers to explore her cunt first.
Gary lunged three fingers into the scalding depths of Marsha's hungry pussy. "You're soaked," he groaned, his aching cock throbbing for her. "Drenched!"
"Oooooooo, Dave," she purred, her face masked in lust as she looked at her husband. "He's fingering me."
"Aghhhh," Dave groaned, humping off the floor, craving the heat of his wife's mouth. "Suck me, honey." He held his raging hard-on at the base.
Marsha rocked her hips making Gary's finger move deep inside her cunt. After leering at her husband's prick, she swooped down on it, swallowing it whole. She took it deep, stopping only when her lips met the hardness of his hairy groin.
With Dave's prick in her throat, she sucked. His cock almost reached her stomach. She wriggled her hips at the man behind her, hoping Gary would get the message and exchange cock meat for squiggling fingers.
Dave howled, his prick buried in his wife's throat. He knew what Marsha wanted. "Fuck her, Gary!" Dave roared, jabbing his prick into his wife's greedy throat. "Fuck her!"
Gary had already received her message. Her rotating hips and pulsing cunt muscles had told him his fingers were a poor substitute for what she really craved.
Gary moved into position. He held his thick bloated prick in his hand and leered at her ass. The red slit of her juicy cunt was exposed. His eyes traveled over her hips, down her back, to her bobbing head.
"You got a fantastic wife," he grunted to Dave.
Dave was too hot for conversation. He growled and nodded, renewing his attack on his wife's gobbling throat. "Fuck her!" he said to his neighbor. He sensed that once Gary plunged his cock into her pussy, Marsha would suck his prick like never before.
Gary swiped his prick up through the puffy gash of her cunt, not yet ready to plunge into her pussy, wanting to savor the moment. The heat from her cunt burned into his swollen cockhead and reached down into his nuts.
"Unnnn," he grunted, unable to wait any longer. He needed it all. "Unnnn!"
Hips jamming forward, he skewered her pussy with his spearing cock. He plowed deep, his groin quickly flush against the smooth, creamy cheeks of her ass.
He groaned loudly, Marsha's hot cunt muscles closing tightly around Gary's hard throbbing cockshaft. He held his prick buried to the hilt, feeding on her heat and the scalding wetness that oozed from the spongy, viselike muscles of her cunt.
Marsha pulled her mouth off Dave's cock, her green dilated eyes drifting to capture his face. "Oooo, my darling, Dave. He's in me, honey. Gary's cock is in my cunt." She swooned. "He's throbbing inside my pussy. Ooooooooo . . . Dave!" It overwhelmed her.
Dave saw Gary behind his wife and knew where his prick was stuffed. "Make her howl, Gary," Dave told him. "Make her scream her fuckin' head off!"
Dave grabbed a fistful of thick red hair and pulled his wife's mouth back down on his cock. "Suck it, baby. Let me empty my nuts into your hot mouth."
"Yes, my darling," she moaned. She snapped her head around and leered at Gary-a man she had just met. It was like a dream. "Fuck me, Gary. Empty your nuts into my pussy while Dave fills my mouth."
Gary groaned. Marsha's sexuality overwhelmed him. He brought his cock out to the tip, then lunged forward and drove it to the root. He roared as hot, creamy pussy juice greased his shaft.
Marsha's eyes rolled, then settled on Dave's tight, passion-etched face. "He's fucking me, Dave! Fuck me hard!"
She wriggled on her hands and knees, slashing her tongue over her husband's towering prick while Gary slammed his cock deep inside her pussy with each hard-driving thrust.
"Suck me," Dave rumbled, his voice deep, cracking under the heavy lust that filled the room. "Suck me!"
She opened her mouth, slamming it down on Dave's cock. It jabbed her throat and stretched her gullet. Her body felt as if it were on fire. Hard lunging cock thrusts stuffed her pussy and upward jabs crammed her mouth with hard prick. She knew the joy Doris had spoke of. It was definitely heaven!
Gary clutched her delicious hips with his big hands, attempting to hold her steady. But it was impossible. She was all movement-hips rotating, body shaking, cunt muscles pulsing against his stiff prickshaft.
He growled, his eyes dropping to the crack of her ass. He parted her asscheeks, gaped at his slicing cock going into her juicy pussy. He saw the buttery ooze clinging to his prickshaft, heard the squishy sounds each demanding thrust made. His speed increased.
Dave plundered his wife's mouth with hard, fast, jabbing strokes. Her mouth had turned into a sucking cyclone. Her tongue whipped over his hard shaft and her teeth chewed, devastating his cock. It was the best blow-job of their marriage.
Dave lay on his back, piston thrusts driving his cock into his wife's throat. "Harder, Gary, harder! Make my wife howl!" As he spoke he took his own advice, thrusting his cock harder into her face. Marsha absorbed all of their jabbing thrusts as if her life depended on it. She sucked her husband and fucked their neighbor, thrilling to each wild moment. Marsha sensed that Gary's frenzied attack on her pussy meant he was ready. She pulled her mouth off her husband's prick and looked into his eyes.
"Gary's ready, my darling. He's going to cum in my pussy. Ohhh . . . Dave .... I'm gonna be creamed in a second." Her mind spun.
"Rip her apart," Dave howled, caught up like never before in a heated moment of shared passion between himself, his wife, and another man.
Stiff-necked, Gary rammed Marsha to the hilt at a fanatic pace. Every muscle in his body coiled, surged with blood. His prick swelled to new proportions, then ruptured. The first thick stream of white sticky cum blasted from the dilated slit of his pisser.
"Aghhhllllll!"
"He's cuming, Dave," Marsha cried in a shrill voice. "He's drowning me in cock juice! My God, Hove it!"
Gary creamed Marsha's pussy. Squirting wads of thick cum flooded her overheated cunt. It squished from her puffy lips with each hard thrust, down his balls and the back of her sticky thighs.
"He's still cuminggg!" Marsha screamed, keeping her own orgasm in check.
She planned to get them both hard again afterward and fuck them both, one cock in each hole. And with luck Tracy would come back and they would all have a blast!
Gary's quick, demanding thrusts began to ebb. His balls were drained, his strength slipping away. Three quick, jerky stabs and he grunted.
"Don't take it out," Marsha cried. "Keep it in while I suck Dave!" Her mouth flew up and down her husband's spit-soaked prickshaft.
Dave lunged up. "I'm cuming!" he bellowed, driving his spouting prick into Marsha's mouth. "I'm cuming!"
Thick, stringy cum saturated her mouth. She drank at the fountain of her husband's spurting prick, still feeling Gary's cock in her pussy. As she sucked and swallowed Dave's gooey cum it gushed down her throat and filled her cheeks. She couldn't swallow fast enough. The deluge spilled past her clinging lips as she slammed her mouth up and down the length of his squirting cock.
Her head swirled. Her passion and love for her husband made her dizzy. Cum gushed from her mouth, nose, pussy. She swallowed what she could, but was unable to keep up with Dave's squirting load.
Dave growled, "Suck!" He lunged up. His prick was stuffed in her throat, her lips fused with his groin. "Aggghhhh!" He dropped back to the floor. Passion lashed through his balls and cockshaft, passion for his wife. He loved her more than ever.
Marsha was dazed. She felt the cum in her pussy and wallowed in the fact that Gary was still inside her. She swallowed Dave's cum easily now. It had dwindled down to a slow trickle and his lunging had eased to a slower pace. Leisurely, she sucked her husband's prick, feeling the strength leave his cock as it softened in her mouth.
"Enough," Dave groaned, his prick too sensitive for her greedy mouth. "Enough!"
Marsha eased her mouth off. Cum dribbled from her lips. She leaned forward and Gary's cock popped out of her tight pussy. "I'll get you both hard again, then you can get me off."
"Oh, no you won't," Tracy said, stalking , into the room half-dressed. "You're not having them all to yourself." She stripped down naked, three sets of surprised eyes on her.
Tracy gave her husband a dazzling smile. "You didn't think I'd stay away and let you have all the fun, did you, Gary?" She dropped to the floor, eyeing both limp pricks. "It looks as if my work is cut out for me." She turned, gave Marsha a wink. "You mind?"
"Hell no!" Marsha pulled her tired body up into a chair. "Enjoy yourself. We've got all night." She watched Tracy breathe new life into both men's limp cocks.
* * *
It was dawn when an exhausted Dave and Marsha trudged upstairs to bed arm in arm.
"Happy, baby?" Dave asked.
"Deliriously," Marsha purred, dropping to the mattress. "We should have done this years ago." She closed her eyes and was asleep before Dave turned out he light.
