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 the stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, joins the neighborhood mate-traders.
Jennifer Parker is one of those outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
WIFE EAGER FOR MORE-a fictional story about a society that refused to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
One hand held his hand and the other hand held his throbbing prick. Jennifer Parker could feel his cock throbbing right through his pants. His rod felt hard and hot and lovely against her skin.
"Oh, God, I don't know," she hissed, but there was little conviction in her voice. Jennifer Parker, twenty-five-year-old brunette, was a married woman and this was the first time she'd fooled around in five years of marriage.
There was still time to back out. Holding a cock wasn't fucking it.
But she held on to his stiffening meat. She squeezed the stiff cylinder of flesh through his pants. She remembered how big it was. Cal Harding was an old boyfriend, and they'd done plenty of fucking around in high school. Now they were both married, and what had been okay when they were teenagers was now, according to society, wrong.
Jennifer had run into him on the street. His office was near by, and after they'd had a drink he'd asked her to come up here where they could be alone. They were standing in his private office.
Cal was a big man with flashing eyes that even now seemed to be undressing her. He'd been a star football player and she the head of the cheerleading squad. It was just natural that they went steady. When each had married someone else, everyone was surprised. Even now Jennifer couldn't remember why they hadn't gotten married. But she had met Harry and he'd swept her off her feet.
Thinking about Harry made her sigh with frustration. Harry Parker was a dear sweet person, and she loved him, but once he'd married her, he didn't really know what to do with her. He'd never given her what she needed in bed, and he wouldn't even try. Meanwhile she was only twenty-five and too young to be put out to pasture.
She knew she was still good-looking. She could tell by the way men looked at her when she walked down the street that her figure had stayed firm and well-toned. She didn't even have to wear a bra. Her size thirty-six, C tits stood up firm without one. She wore one, though. Harry thought it was indecent not to.
Sex with Harry was getting worse instead of better. She practically had to beg him to fuck her lately. Then she'd run into Cal, and the way he looked at her was just what she needed He'd put her hand on his cock to prove to her how much he still dug her. That was more than Harry did. Did she owe it to her husband to be faithful, when he paid so little attention to her?
"My marriage isn't doing too well either," he said, pressing her hand against his fly. "My wife's not very interested in sex, and I can tell your husband isn't either. You hinted as much. It's true, isn't it?"
"Jennifer nodded. "Yes," she whispered.
"Well then you owe it to yourself to have a little outside fun, don't you?"
She shrugged. "Oh, God, I don't know!"
Grinning, he pulled her into his arms. "I'll make the decision for both of us," he chuckled.
They wrapped their arms around each other, their mouths pressed together in a hot kiss. Jennifer felt her pussy moisten as he plunged his tongue in and out of her warm wet mouth.
She whimpered when he put one hand over her tits, fondling and squeezing one big globe after the other. He'd always had a wonderful touch, and he hadn't changed. She pressed against his body, purring under his tender caress.
He put her hand back on his prick. "Open my fly and bring it out," he said. "Touch my cock. It's been a long time, Jennifer. You're still a damn exciting woman."
She squirmed in his arms. "Here?" she said. "Won't someone walk in?"
"I locked the door," he said. "Next time we'll go to a motel. Now we'll just have to improvise. Come on, baby, put your hand on my rod."
He pulled her down on the small leather sofa, and opened his fly. She wrapped her fingers around his seven-inch fuckpole. How good it felt!
"Get your pants down!" he hissed. "We can have a quick fuck now. It'll hold us till next time!"
"We can't do that here!" she hissed. "Jesus, Cal!"
"At least suck me off," he grinned. "You can't leave me like this. I won't be able to show my face around this office."
She looked at his big hard-on and giggled. He was right. She'd have to bring it down somehow. She remembered plenty of nights when Cal would shoot his load down her throat. She licked her lips at the recollection. She wouldn't mind sucking his big lollipop right now.
Harry never let her suck his prick. He didn't think it was sanitary. She sighed, realizing what a dull life she'd been leading.
"Hey, remember me?"
She looked down and saw Cal's cock rearing up like a huge purple club, hard and throbbing. A drop of clear cockjuice brimmed in his piss-hole. His cockhead looked like a fat ripe plum just waiting to be sucked. His balls were big and bloated and hairy, and he pumped his crotch at her face.
"Curl your tongue around my prick," he chuckled. "Like you did in the good old days."
She knew he would want to come in her mouth and she salivated at the prospect. She shivered at the thought of his thick fuck-cream sliding down her throat. It had been a long time since she'd swallowed a load of jism, and she was hungry for it.
Now she closed her hand over his cock, lightly pumping his fuckpole and thrilled at the way it throbbed under her fingers.
"Baby, come on," he said. "Suck it, don't look at it!"
She got down between his knees on the carpet and touched her lips to the tip of his cock. She sucked up the little drop of fuck-cream and then opened her mouth wide and slowly engulfed the juicy knob of his prick.
He slumped down on the sofa, pushing his crotch at her face, "Oh, shit, that feels wonderful, baby!" he groaned. "Sweet mouth!"
It felt wonderful on her end, too. She'd fogotten how thrilling it was to give head, to have her mouth stuffed with good stiff cock. Now she gobbled up his cockmeat inch by inch, the ring of her lips moving down the entire length of his cockshaft until his crotch hair tickled her nose.
She had his whole fuckpole down her throat. His cockhead was lodged against her windpipe and she savored the feel of his thick cylinder of meat in her mouth.
She no longer thought about Harry and the fact that she was cheating on him. She didn't care. It served him right for not filling her needs.
She purred over Cal's fuckmeat. She wanted to drain his balls. The musky aroma of his male scent permeated her nostrils and made her pussy cream. Cuntjuice dripped down her thighs and soaked her panties.
She moved a hand down to his balls and began squeezing the bloated nuts as she bobbed her head back and forth on his pulsating cock. She felt more feminine than she had in years. Women were supposed to do this. Nature had intended it. And she had a husband who wouldn't give it to her.
"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna shoot off!" he grunted, shoving his prick down her throat.
She continued sucking and he grunted, blasting a thick wad of jism down her throat. Spurt after spurt of rubbery fuck-cream splashed over her tongue and cascaded down her throat. She gulped and swallowed, trying to capture every drop of his sweet cream. She fondled his balls, coaxing every drop of jism out of his eggs.
She continued sucking even after his prick was soft, and he finally had to pull his cock out of her mouth.
"God, what a hot little number you are!" he croaked.
She moved back up on the sofa, her cheeks pink and her eyes glittering. "Just like old times," she smiled.
"Yeah, just like old times. Now you better get your cute little ass out of here so I can do some work."
Jennifer went home and started dinner. She began to make all of Harry's favorite dishes, realizing she was compensating. She felt guilty. No matter what, she didn't like cheating on her husband. She didn't know how she would solve the problem, but she knew something had to give. Either her marriage had to improve, or she would continue to cheat and stop feeling guilty. The third alternative, breaking up her marriage, was too awful to consider. She slid Harry's favorite pie in the oven and wiped her hands. From now on things would be different. They had to be.
Meanwhile she thought about Cal. They had a date to go to a motel when he returned from a business trip. He was vague about when that would be. She felt a little uneasy about that. She'd been hoping to see him again soon. She told herself it didn't matter. If she got desperate enough for sex, she'd find someone else.
What a slut I've become! she thought.
She took a quick shower and put on fresh make-up. She used a big towel to dry herself, preening in front of full-length mirror and admiring her body.
Her tits were full and round with large pink nipples. She had full round asscheeks and a thick bush of cunt hair. Her legs were slender and long.
She hefted her tits, pulling at her nipples and making them stiff and hard. She ran her fingertips in her cunt bush and gyrated her hips lewdly.
She turned around and looked at the curve of her ass, still holding her boobs in her hands. She had a luscious body. A body made for love. A body made for fucking.
She slid a hand over her belly and fingered her cuntlips. Her pussy was swollen and wet. She'd been terribly turned on by sucking Cal off, but she hadn't come. She tried to decide if she had time to masturbate before Harry got home. She masturbated constantly when he was at the office. If she didn't bring herself off, she'd go crazy.
She decided to make the time. She'd never get through the night without an orgasm. It wasn't Saturday night or a holiday, so Harry probably wouldn't be in the mood.
She got a jar of hand lotion out of the bathroom and got into bed. She lubricated her pussy and her thighs, pulling her legs up to her tits and opening her thighs wide.
She thought about Cal Harding and his prick. She recalled sucking his cock and swallowing down his load of thick jism. She rubbed her clit with a circular motion, pretending it was Cal's finger on her quivering bean.
She fantasized that Cal was next to her on the bed, watching her play with her pussy. Harry wouldn't let her play with her cunt in front of him. He thought it was perverted. He even thought it was perverted for a married woman to masturbate.
She reached into the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a candle she sometimes used for masturbating. She shoved the thick wax up her gash. It felt wonderful! It was as thick as a good-sized cock, and it stretched her cuntlips wonderfully wide. She moved it in and out with one hand, slowly fucking her cunt, while she used her other hand to rub her clit.
She gyrated her hips and thought about the afternoon with Cal. She wondered when he'd call her. She plunged the candle in and out of her slick cunt, feeling an orgasm rise in her crotch.
She rubbed her clit harder and faster now, gasping for breath and almost at the brink, when she heard the front door open and close. Harry was home.
Oh, shit! she thought. Shit! Some days it just didn't pay to get up!
She pulled the candle out of her cunt and got out of bed. Quickly tying a robe around her waist, she went to the living room and greeted her husband.
Harry Parker was only thirty-one. He was an intense man, much more serious-minded than Jennifer. His work was very important to him, and everything else was secondary. He had a good sense of humor, but he saw life through serious eyes.
Sitting down to dinner, Jennifer wondered if she shouldn't have married someone less intense. Whenever they had a fight, he accused her of being frivolous. Actually she wasn't at all frivolous. She just didn't believe life should be taken too seriously.
She asked him how his day went. He shrugged, mumbling something about business being slow. She tried to get him to relax, teasing him and making silly jokes, but he didn't respond. He seemed to be a million miles away tonight, and she finally gave up and began clearing the dishes.
When she was finished with the dishes she joined him in the living room. "Can I interest you in a little middle-of-the-week fuck?" she smiled.
He stared at her over his newspaper. She felt foolish now, and pretended she was kidding. She settled back with a magazine, feeling horny and irritable. She needed fucking, and she needed it badly. This she knew beyond a doubt. Harry had his work, but all she had was the house and sex, and the house didn't do much for her cunt.
She toyed with the idea of getting a job. Harry had always been against it. He believed a man should take care of his wife. They didn't need the money, but she felt bored out of her mind. Right now her pussy pulsated and creamed, and she couldn't even masturbate with Harry home.
"Aren't you happy, Jennie?" he asked, a sad smile on his face.
She shuddered slightly, filled with love for this man who didn't really understand her. "Oh, honey, I'm happy," she said. "It isn't that. It's ... oh, nothing, it's just one of those days. I'll get over it."
"If you really want to make love, I'm willing," he said. "I'm not promising anything, but I'll try."
She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. Telling him she'd be right back, she dashed into the bedroom to make herself sexy for him.
She tore off the robe she was wearing and put on a filmy black negligee. She sprayed herself from head to toe with his favorite perfume, concentrating on her inner thighs, and her cunt bush.
She brushed out her long dark hair and then decided to comb it into one long thick braid, the way Harry liked it. When she was through she put on black high heeled mules and surveyed her image in the mirror.
She looked sexy. She looked good enough to eat, if she had to say so. Not that Harry ever ate her. He used to, before they were married. Talk about women changing after marriage! Jennifer could write another book. Harry had been after her all the time before they were married. He just couldn't get enough pussy. Oh, well, now wasn't the time to dwell on that.
She touched her cunt and felt the slippery wetness pouring out of her cunthole. Just like a bitch in heat, she thought. She caressed herself for a moment, pulling at her nipples and rubbing her wet cuntmeat. She would come with one or two strokes of his prick tonight. Even if Harry shot off right away, she'd get off. She was turned on from the afternoon with Cal.
A shiver of guilt shot up her spine. Then she decided to stop castigating herself. Everyone's entitled to one mistake, after all.
Adding some lip gloss to her generous mouth, she pranced back to the living room. She walked in smiling, but her smile quickly turned to a frown, and the frown to a feeling of depression deep in her gut.
The son-of-a-bitch was snoring! He was stretched out on the sofa with his mouth open and he was sleeping. Jennifer almost woke him up, but then she decided it was no use. She turned away and went back into the bedroom.
That did it! She didn't have to feel guilty anymore. He knew she wasn't being satisfied, and yet he made no effort to change. She felt totally justified now to get the fucking she needed outside of her marriage. There were plenty of men who'd be happy to service her. If Harry couldn't do the job, she'd find someone who could!
Going into the bathroom, she turned on the water full force and brought herself off with her fingers.
CHAPTER TWO
Several weeks went by. Jennifer didn't hear from Cal Harding. When she tried calling him at his office, his secretary said he was out of town and couldn't be reached.
She found herself returned to the old routine. Harry agreed to fuck once or twice a week, and even then without enthusiasm. When she tried to introduce something new to their lovemaking, he told her to stop acting like a child.
She moped around the house. She knew there were men out there somewhere who'd be happy to have an affair with her, but she didn't have her heart in looking for them. What did other women do? Her own friends never talked about it. If they had trouble with their marriages, they kept it to themselves.
One day Jennifer was driving back from a shopping center on the other side of town, when she stopped at a soft drink stand for a coke. A teenage boy sat next to her at the counter and they started talking.
She found out his name was Jimmy Austin and he lived not far from Jennifer. He went to the high school she'd gone to, and they talked about teachers they both knew, and the football team.
He was a cute kid of about sixteen. He had blonde hair, big blue eyes and freckles. And a great body. Jennifer found herself gazing down at his crotch more than once. He had on tight jeans, and the bulge in his fly was inviting.
She offered him a lift home. He climbed into the car next to her, and his male smell made her pussy flutter. Christ, she thought. What am I thinking of!
She drove off, her mind a maze of thoughts. She decided that age didn't really matter. If she was going to have an affair, what did it matter if he was a teenager? Kids nowadays got started early, so it wasn't as if she was seducing a virgin. Jimmy was no virgin. She could swear to that. Not the way he was eyeing her tits and ass and legs.
She smiled at him now, catching his eyes on her tits. He smirked and blushed, looking away. She felt the wetness between her thighs and tingling in her pussy. She hadn't had a good fuck in a long time. She wondered if this kid would know enough to give her a good hard fuck. She decided to take the bull by the horns.
"Would you like to come home with me and go to bed?" she said. "Huh?"
"I'm serious. I'd like it, if you're interested. Are you interested in fucking me?"
He hesitated. Then he grinned. "Shit, lady, sure!"
She sped home and pulled into the driveway. Once inside the house she closed the blinds and brought out two beers. She needed some booze so she wouldn't lose her courage. What she was doing was crazy, and maybe even dangerous. He was jailbait, after all. Then she saw the hot look on his face as he eyed her bouncing titflesh, and her knees felt weak. It was wonderful to be looked at like that, even if he was only a kid.
They sipped their beer and chatted. They were both nervous, and Jennifer didn't know how to get it started. Then she looked down at his crotch and saw the hard-on throbbing against his jeans.
"You've got a load in there, don't you?" she purred.
He blushed and tried to cover his crotch with his hands. "Don't be silly," she laughed. "That's a compliment to a woman, you know. You're not a virgin, are you, Jimmy?"
"Hell, no, Mrs. Parker," he croaked.
She ran her fingertips over the outline of his hard cock. He trembled and Jennifer smiled. She was in control of the situation, and it felt good. With a boy this age, she could call the shots. He'd be grateful for whatever she gave him. Kids his age always had hot pants. Well, she wouldn't mind getting reamed with his hungry teenage prick!
She ran her fingers up and down his cockshaft, pinching his cockhead and crooning.
"You keep looking at my boobs," she smiled. "Do you like them?"
"They're beautiful!"
"And I'll bet your cock is beautiful, too! I'd like to see it. Why don't you unzip your fly and bring it out?"
She moved her hand away from his crotch and sat back. When he hesitated, she giggled.
"I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours!"
Snickering, he nodded. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. She stared into his eyes and quivered as she pulled the cups of her bra away to reveal her large, pink-nippled tits.
The boy licked his lips and gasped. Her nipples were stiff and long. She flicked them with her fingertips and rolled them around.
"Hey, what about you!" she giggled.
He continued staring at her jiggling titflesh. When she prodded him again, he began to slowly pull his zipper down. Finally, he pulled his cock out of his fly, and she mewled at the sight of his fuckpole.
She put her hand on his fuck-meat, unable to resist running her fingers down his cockshaft and over his bloated knob. She ran her thumb over his pisshole and smeared the fluid over his pulsating bulb.
She cooed and purred over his prick, stroking his thick hard shaft and loving the feel of his male-meat dancing in her hand. He suddenly leaned over and grabbed one of her bouncing tits.
She grabbed his cock more firmly in response, pumping his cockshaft up and down with firm strokes of her fingers. He groaned, squeezing and fondling her hanging tit. Then he growled and stiffened as a thick wad of jism shot out of his cockhead and almost hit her in the face. She closed her fist around his rod and pumped him hard as he blasted his load.
Shot after shot of thick white jism exploded from his pisshole and hit her on her tits and shoulders and arms. She shivered as she milked his cock and drained his balls, her eyes wide and her pussy creaming. When the last drop of fuck oil was drained out of his eggs, she smiled at him and told him it was okay.
"Shit, I'm sorry!" he hissed.
"It's okay, honey," she cooed. "I'll get you hard again in no time. You'll see. It won't take long. Now you just sit back and let me do the work."
He was still half-hard. Such were the advantages of youth. A kid his age could get hard over and over again. She was excited by the prospect of being fucked by his lovely prick.
She massaged his cockshaft, rubbing the excess jism over his juicy knob. She squeezed his balls and ran her fingertips through his crotch hair. Then she leaned forward, her tits hanging down like two ripe melons.
"Touch me," she whispered.
She crooned with excitement as he touched her jiggling titflesh.
"Oh, yes, that's nice!" she murmured.
He groaned when she leaned down and closed her mouth over his oozing cockhead. Leaning back against the sofa, he closed his eyes and let her chew gently on his spongy knob. She worked her lips down his cockshaft, finally taking his cock all the way into her gullet until his cockhead was jabbing at the back of her throat.
She slid her hands around to grab his asscheeks and began fucking his cock with her mouth. She slid her mouth back and forth and up and down on his throbbing prick. It felt lovely in her mouth. She'd loved sucking Cal, but Jimmy's prick felt even better. There was something so fresh and innocent about his cock. So young.
She moved her mouth off his cockshaft and held only his cockhead in her mouth. She ran her tongue over his little slit, drinking up the cock-juice oozing out.
Her cunt quivered now, cuntjuice pouring out of her pussy. She wondered if she would come from just sucking the boy. Jimmy broke into her reverie when he suddenly grunted and started coming again.
Jennifer drank up jet after jet of jism as it splashed out of his cock and into her mouth. She swallowed convulsively, gulping down the sticky white fuck-cream, squeezing his cockshaft with her lips. She milked his cock, mewling with lust as he trembled and shivered through his second orgasm.
She sucked in a frenzy, unwilling to release his rod. When the last drop was squeezed out of his fuckpole she licked her lips and sat back, quivering with satisfaction.
She'd almost come while she was sucking him off. One more minute and she'd have gotten off. Almost, but not quite.
She got up and patted his cheek. "Come on, honey," she purred. "It's my turn, now. Let's get into bed and I'll get you hard again. Then you'll fuck my brains out, okay?"
She put her arm around his waist and led him down the hall into the bedroom. The fact that she was cheating on her husband in their marriage bed bothered her not one whit.
They stood next to the bed and she moved his hand over to her tits. She was getting a little tired of directing everything, but if she didn't direct he did nothing.
"I'd like you to suck my tits," she said. "Will you do that?"
He nodded, letting her push him down on the bed. She moved between his legs and crouched down, letting her tits hang over his mouth.
"Give them a good suck," she whispered. "It makes me hot to have my boobs sucked." He hesitantly extended his tongue and licked lightly over one stiff nipple. She moaned, holding her tits with both hands and feeding them into his mouth.
She told him to open his mouth wide and suck in as much titflesh as he could. He did as she told him, licking and sucking her titflesh with relish. He moved from one big globe to the other, gobbling up her titflesh as though he couldn't get enough.
She finally had to pull away from his mouth. Her tits were beginning to get sore, and besides, she wanted more.
She told him to take the rest of his clothes off, and then she led him into the bathroom. Not being sure when he'd had his last bath, she decided it wasn't a bad idea to shower together. In any case, it would be fun. Harry and she hadn't showered together in years. Not since the first year of their marriage. She missed it. She'd always like the intimacy of washing each other's bodies.
They stepped into the shower and she started fondling his cock and his cute little asscheeks. She couldn't keep her hands off of him. She fingered his balls and his asscrack. He squirmed under her touch, but his cock responded by getting hard again.
She soaped him up, running her lathered fingers over his arms and legs and chest. Then she made him turn around and she soaped up his back and his ass. She saved his crotch for last.
She soaped up his crotch hair and slipped her fingers between his asscheeks. She found his asshole and tickled the little grommet with a fingertip.
He grunted as she rubbed his shitter with one hand and fondled his balls with the other. He growled .when she pushed her thumb inside the puckered ring of his asshole. His asshole closed around her thumb, and she purred when she saw his cock twitch in the air.
He leaned against the tile and groaned as she began finger-fucking his asshole. She pistoned her thumb in and out of his little shitter, loving the feel of his muscles as they closed around her digit.
She continued pumping his cock and caressing his balls. When she saw that he was close to coming, she released him and pulled her thumb out of his ass.
Turning him around again to face her, she grinned at the look of lust in his eyes,-at his stiff cock throbbing with excitement.
"Now do me," she purred, handing him the bar of soap.
Her eyes narrowed as they raked over his trim young body. Her pussy fluttered at the feverish look on his flushed face.
She turned around and swayed her hips, knowing he wanted to put his hands on her cunt, but wanting to tease him for a while. She wanted to make him good and hot so when they fucked he'd give her a good hard fuck. That's what she needed so badly. A good hard fuck by a good stiff prick.
He began soaping up her back. She purred when he moved his hands over her asscheeks. She reached back and spread her asscheeks apart with her fingers, offering him her asshole.
"Give me a finger!" she hissed.
He ran his soapy hand up her asscrack, probing the puckered ring of her shitter and finally pushing a finger inside her hot shit-tube.
She moaned at the feel of his finger fucking in and out of her shitter. He plunged in and out slowly, jabbing her with his digit until she groaned and made him stop.
"Now my pussy," she whispered. "Finger my cunt!"
She held her tits up in her hands and spread her legs lewdly. The teenager lathered up her cunt bush, moving his fingers over her gaping cunt-meat.
She closed her eyes and licked her lips. She felt wanton. She'd never done anything like this in her life, and it felt wonderful. Life was too short to waste it. Life was meant to be enjoyed, and now for the first time in a long time she was enjoying it.
She suddenly remembered that Harry would be home soon. Much as she was enjoying herself, she had to get this kid out of here soon.
Grabbing his prick, she pulled him close to her and closed her lips over his in a hot kiss. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, their heads under the spray of water.
Finally she broke the kiss and pulled his fingers out of her cunthole. "Let's get out of here," she said. "Let's get into bed."
They scrambled out of the shower and quickly dried off. They went back to the bedroom and she stretched out on the bed with her legs pulled back to her tits and her thighs wide apart.
"Get into the saddle, baby," she purred. "Give me a good hard fuck. I haven't got all day."
The boy moved between her legs. His cock was rock-hard and deep pink, his pisshole brimming cockjuice. In a moment he was between her thighs and positioning his cockhead in the socket of her pussy.
"Stick it in!" she hissed.
Lurching forward, he pushed his prick into her cunthole. She gurgled, wrapping her legs around him and grabbing his ass. She pulled him into the saddle of her thighs until his cock was all the way inside her cunt-channel. His prick felt wonderful in her gash. His cockshaft rubbed against her clit on the outstroke, and she wailed with lust.
Waves of hot passion washed over her body as he began plunging his prick in and out of her cunthole. She knew she'd come soon. She was all primed for it. His spongy cockhead hit high up in her cunt-tunnel and his thick fuckpole throbbed against her cunt-walls.
Each time he pulled out, his cockshaft rasped against her quivering clit and she shivered at the sensations.
She came almost at once. Bucking her hips, she fucked back at his cock. She clutched his asscheeks, her nails digging into his flesh.
She cried out as he pumped his cock in a frenzy, slamming his fuckpole in and out of her clutching cunthole. His balls slapped her ass as she humped up off the bed, meeting him stroke for stroke.
Building up to another climax, she draped her legs over his shoulders so that her crotch was turned up, opening herself to him. She wanted his load blasted into her cunt. She urged him to come in her pussy, banging her feet against his back in wanton abandon.
"I'm gonna shoot!" he gasped through clenched teeth.
When he started shooting, her cunt convulsed in another orgasm. Thick gobs of rubbery white jism shot into her fuck-tube, setting off another convulsive spasm in her pussy.
Out of her mind with lust, she shoved a finger inside his asshole. A great roar came out of his throat as he fucked her cunt in an even wilder frenzy.
When he'd shot the last of his load into her cunt, they lay back against the pillows and rested. Neither spoke until Jennifer looked at the clock and told him he had to get out.
She watched him dress, lying against the pillows, yawning. She felt totally fulfilled and satisfied. When he was ready, she walked him to the front door and kissed him goodbye.
Well, the ice had been broken. She'd cheated on Harry with a teenage stud. And God hadn't struck her dead. Now she'd look for a real man.
CHAPTER THREE
When Harry's boss, Sam Broderick, called to invite them to a cocktail party, Jennifer accepted without much enthusiasm. Sam and his wife Myrna were pleasant enough, but she expected just another company party. Everyone on his best behaviour and playing up to the boss.
Jennifer was pleasantly surprised when they arrived to find a crowd of people from inside and outside the company. Everyone was drinking and dancing, and generally having a good time. Jennifer got right into the swing of things.
"Don't drink too much, honey," Harry said. "You know you can't handle it."
She told him not to worry, and began mingling. Before she knew it Sam Broderick was at her side.
"You're looking as pretty as ever, my dear," he murmured in her ear, one hand around her waist.
Sam was a man of about forty. He'd been flirting with her for years, but she'd never taken him seriously. Now for the first time she took a good look at him.
He was a good-looking guy. Salt and pepper hair, nice eyes, trim body. He kept himself in good shape. Right now he had one arm resting on her shoulder, his hand dangling over her right tit. He'd had a few drinks too many, and he openly flirted with her.
"I've wanted to get in your pants for years," he hissed.
"You're high," she giggled.
"So I'm high," he chuckled. "I'd still like to get in your pants."
"Sam," she said, "your wife's right across the room!"
"So, who's inviting her?"
Jennifer's mind was racing. Why not? she thought. Sam looked like he'd be a good cocksman. He pressed up against her now, shoving his cock against her thigh. It felt good and big.
"I'm all ready for you, baby," he murmured. "Just say the word and I'll meet you upstairs in fifteen minutes."
He brushed his lips against her ear and nuzzled her neck. She glanced at Myrna Broderick. "What about your wife? Won't she notice we're gone?"
"Myrna? Shit, Myrna's a good sport. She wants me to enjoy myself. How about it, honey. Upstairs in the guestroom in fifteen minutes. You've got one life to live, huh? Is it a date?"
"It's a date!" she hissed, heart pounding and blood racing.
Sam walked away and played host while Jennifer had another martini, practically drinking it in one swallow. She was a nervous wreck. Fucking a teenage boy was one thing, but fucking Harry's boss during a party in his home was another. Jesus, what a slut she'd become!
Fifteen minutes later Jennifer crept quietly up the stairs, and walked swiftly down the hall to the guestroom. She hesitated, then took a deep breath and opened the door.
Before she had time to think Sam had his arms around her and their lips were fused in a hot wet kiss. Shivering with excitement, she kissed him back, pressing herself against him. He ran his hands over her ass and hissed in her ear.
"Baby, you feel so good!"
"Oh, God, Sam," she moaned. "What if someone comes in here?"
"You worry too much," he said. "No one's coming up. Oh, baby, do I have a present for you! Here, feel it! Feel my cock! Shit, see what you do to me?"
She put her hand on his crotch, running her fingers over the big bulge. His cock was stiff and throbbing, and she could feel the heat of it right through the material of his pants.
She was still nervous about what they were doing, but she told herself if he wasn't afraid of being caught, why should she be. If someone saw them leave the room together, they'd just pretend he was showing her something pertaining to business. Anyway, she would worry about it later. She was getting turned-on, and her pussy was taking all her attention.
Sam was pulling her dress up and pushing his hand between her legs. He rubbed his fingers over her cunt mound, already wet through her pantyhose.
"Shit!" he hissed. "Whoever invented pantyhose, should be shot. It was either an old maid or a fairy. A guy can't even get at a cunt through these damn things."
Jennifer giggled. "Life's tough," she smiled.
The brunette pulled his zipper down and put her hand inside his fly, looking for his cock. When she found it she had a hard time getting it out. It was not only stiff, it was huge.
Her pussy creamed and spasmed when she felt his cockhead in her hand. It was hot and oozed cockjuice. She jerked his cockskin up and down a few times, smearing the cockjuice over his cylinder of flesh.
He grunted and took his hand away from her cunt, guiding her over to the bed. "Sit down and suck my cock, honey," he hissed. "Get those gorgeous lips around my all-day sucker."
He sat down on the edge of the bed and she stood in front of him, his cock swaying in the air. She crouched down on the rug between his legs and moved her mouth up to his cock. Sniffing his male-smell, she began slowly licking her tongue over his cockshaft and balls, and back to his cockhead. When he was wetted down, she engulfed his entire prick, gluttonously sucking the whole fuck-chute into her mouth.
"Oh, fuck, that's good!" he grunted, humping his cock up at her mouth.
She bobbed her head back and forth over his cockshaft, feeling alive for the first time in weeks. She loved sucking cock. It was almost as good as getting fucked. Sometimes even better. If only she had a husband who appreciated it.
"Oooooo, yeahhhhhhh!" he groaned. "Great head, honey! Great head!"
He held her by the ears and began fucking her face, plunging his fuckpole in and out of her grasping lips. She remained still now, her eyes glittering and her attention focused on the hot salami stuffing her mouth.
"I don't wanna come," he grunted, pulling his prick out of her mouth. "I wanna fuck you."
Jennifer hated to release his cock from her mouth, but she didn't argue. She wanted to get fucked, and they couldn't stay up here all day.
"Get on your hands and knees!" he hissed.
Knees trembling, she did as he asked. She realized he was going to fuck her from the rear and she wanted it. It was wonderful to be taken from behind like a bitch in heat. She was a bitch in heat, so why not fuck like one?
She rested on her elbows and knees, her dress bunched up around her waist and her ass stuck out in the air. She spread her legs wide and waited for Sam to make the next move.
He moved in behind her and pulled her pantyhose down, stripping them all the way off her feet. He ran his hand over her hairy wet cuntlips, grunting at the feel of her turned-on pussy-meat. Her pussy had been gushing cunt-juice for hours, and her cuntlips were swollen and puffy, aching to be reamed out by cock.
He stuffed two fingers up her cunthole and pistoned them in and out for a few minutes. She wagged her ass back at his finger, moaning at the lovely feel of his fingers in her cunt.
She purred when she felt his cockhead push between her cuntlips. His bloated cockhead parted her hairy outer lips, and then he lurched forward to drill the entire length of his prick into her hungry cunt-channel.
"Dynamite!" he growled.
"Oh, God, fuck me!" she wailed. "Sam, fuck me!"
He began slowly stroking his prick in and out of her clutching cunt. She rested her head on her arms, fucking back at his rampant prick. His cock rasped against her clit, and the brunette mewled with delight.
She gyrated her hips and wiggled her ass as he fucked in and out of her cunt. Each time he stuffed her cunt with his cock, she could feel his hairy balls slapping against her thighs.
He grunted like an animal as his hands fondled and squeezed her asscheeks. She squealed when she felt his fingers moving into her asscrack. He rubbed some cunt juice over her asshole and a moment later pushed a finger inside. Jennifer gasped at the wonderful sensations of having her asshole and cunthole plugged simultaneously.
"Shit, I'd like to fuck that sweet little asshole!"
"Oh, God, I don't know!" she hissed.
"Don't go away!" he grunted, pulling his cock out of her cunt and going into the bathroom. When he returned, he had a jar of vaseline in his hand. "Gotta grease up the little shitter," he snickered. "Don't want to hurt you, Jennie, but I just can't resist that cute little bung."
"Oh, Jesus!" she groaned, closing her eyes and burying her face in the mattress. "Oh, Jesus, Sam, be careful!"
He greased up her asshole, drilling a finger in and out to soften up the little bung. She shivered with fear and excitement. She wanted his fuckpole up her asshole. She'd only had her ass fucked once or twice, and she'd found it incredibly exciting.
"Relax, and remember to push out," he grunted, his hot cockhead rubbing up and down the crack of her ass.
A moment later she felt his cockhead pressing against the puckered ring of her shitter. She tried to relax her shit-hole, groaning as she pictured his mushroom-shaped knob forcing its way into her tight little grommet.
How crazy it was to be here in Sam Broderick's home, with a party going on downstairs, being fucked in the ass by the host! She'd never done anything this wild before in her life. She had to admit that the fact that they might be found out made it all the more exciting.
She gasped when the tip of his oozing cockhead slowly squeezed inside the oiled-up ring of muscle, and then suddenly the whole plum popped in her shit-chute.
"Oh, my God!" she cried.
"Take it easy, baby," he murmured. "Oh, yeah, that's good!"
His cock drove relentlessly into her crapper. He lunged forward and pushed the entire length of his prick into her shitter until his hairy balls tickled her cuntlips. A muffled wail came out of her throat as she realized his entire fuckpole was inside her tiny shit-tube.
"Play with your cunt, baby," he grunted. "Frig your clit while I fuck your ass."
She moved a hand down to her cunt and began rubbing her clit. The sensations produced by her fingers and his cock were overwhelming. She whispered for him to fuck her harder if he wanted to, as she rubbed her cunt-meat in a frenzy.
He pumped his meat slowly in and out of her shitter, pistoning with a steady rhythm in and out of her greased up asshole. She came, exploding in a mind-blowing orgasm. She shook and quaked and spasmed in a climax more intense than anything she'd ever experienced.
When she stopped spasming, she realized he was fucking her ass with the same force he'd fucked her cunt, and she moaned at the incredible pleasure of it.
Groaning constantly now, Sam slammed his prick in and out of her convulsing shit-tube. Just when Jennifer began climaxing again, he growled and blasted a load of hot jism inside her brownie.
Ten minutes later Jennifer was downstairs, a martini in her hand and her eyes glittering. Her heart skipped a beat when Myrna Broderick sat next to her on a loveseat and began chattering away.
"We must get together more often," she said. "I've told Sam how much I like you."
Jennifer looked at the redhead, wondering if she suspected anything, but the older woman looked totally innocent.
"You're so lovely, my dear," Myrna said. "And Harry travels so much. You must spend more time with us when he's on the road. It's got to be very lonesome for you to have a husband who travels in his work."
"You're very kind," Jennifer said.
"I'll call you soon, dear," she chirped, getting up and moving on to talk with other guests. Jennifer relaxed, relieved to be left alone for a moment. She blushed when she realized she was just talking to a woman whose husband had just fucked her in the ass! God, how crazy it was!
Sam was talking with some people near by and she caught his eye. He winked at her, licking his lips lasciviously. Blushing, she turned away and prayed that Harry would want to leave soon. For her the party was over!
As if reading her mind, Harry suddenly appeared and suggested they leave. "I've got a big day tomorrow, honey," he apologized.
She sat close to him on the ride home. She felt a little guilty despite her resolve not to, and she put her arm around him and nibbled at his ear.
The minute they walked into the house Harry had his hands all over her. Wouldn't you know it, she thought. What shit timing. I just get my ass fucked, and he's suddenly hot to trot!
It was typical of Harry. When she felt absolutely no urge to fuck, he was feeling mellow. She killed some time in the kitchen, hoping the mood would pass, but no such luck. When she finally walked into the bedroom he was waiting for her with open arms.
She insisted on showering. She didn't want him fucking her just hours after Sam's cock had reamed her cunt. When she finally got into bed, it was all over in a matter of minutes.
He got between her legs, stuffed his prick into her pussy, lunged in and out two or three times and climaxed. One, two, three and he shot off. She thrashed around, crying out and moaning, to give the impression she'd come too. Then after he'd fallen asleep, she cleaned up and fell asleep too.
Sam called three days later. He told her he'd made a reservation at a motel on the other side of town and would pick her up at three o'clock.
Once inside the room, he pushed her onto the bed and began tearing her clothes off. Sam was not a man to affect pleasantries. He pulled her panties down to her ankles and pushed her skirt up to her waist. Then he climbed on top of her and shoved his prick inside her cunt.
He grabbed her asscheeks with both hands and brought her body up to meet his thrusts. He fucked her slowly and steadily, making sure her clit got plenty of stimulation.
He kissed her long and hard, sticking his tongue into her mouth and running it over her teeth and gums and lips. He licked his way down to her tits, kissing and licking the heaving jugs.
Before long he was pounding her cunt in a fury and they both reached orgasm at the same moment. Crying out now without inhibition, Jennifer wailed and pounded him on the back, while Sam grunted in a frenzy of lust.
Afterward they rested, sharing a cigarette and chatting like two close friends.
"I wouldn't want to hurt Harry," she said.
"How do you know Harry isn't getting a taste on the side?" he said. "He's on the road a lot. Men are different away from home, you know."
"Not Harry!"
"You'd be surprised."
"What about Myrna?"
"What about her?"
"Aren't you afraid she'll find out about us?"
"Shit, no, honey, Myrna and I have an arrangement. She goes her way and I go mine. We meet in-between."
"Jesus!"
"My old lady even likes pussy. Have you ever made it with another chick?"
"Of course not!" she hissed. "I'm no lesbian!"
"Myrna's not either. She just likes to taste it all." '
He chuckled, but Jennifer felt uncomfortable, remembered how the older woman had talked at the party. Then Sam ran his fingers into the folds of her cunt, and whispered that they had time for another fuck.
She moved her head down to his crotch and sucked his prick into her mouth. She got him hard in no time, and in a minute he was drilling his fuckpole in and out of her gash.
"Sweet, sweet, pussy!" he hissed. "Sweet snatch!"
CHAPTER FOUR
"Oh, my, no, I couldn't care less," Myrna said, sipping her drink and petting the dog. "You probably think we're strange, but Sam and I have one of the better marriages around. I don't care that he has other women, and he closes his eyes to my dalliance."
The redhead looked at Jennifer pointedly. "I want you to know that I know all about you and Sam at the party at our house, and I couldn't care less. Sam told me all about it and I heartily approve. You're a lovely girl, and I like to see Sam enjoy himself with someone like you."
It was a hot Saturday afternoon and Jennifer was sitting at the Broderick pool drinking cold beer and chatting with Myrna Broderick. Sam sat in the glider next to Myrna, his eyes closed and a newspaper over his face. Harry was out of town and the redhead had invited Jennifer over for the weekend.
Now Jennifer listened as the older woman talked about her marriage. Jennifer felt somewhat uncomfortable when she noticed Myrna's fingers fluttering up and down the inside of Sam's thighs.
This is too much, she thought. Sam had fucked her cunt and ass on more than one occasion, and yet now his wife was sitting here calmly telling her that she didn't care. And she was turning Sam on right in front of her.
Jennifer had been surprised at how lovely Myrna's figure was. She had to be at least thirty-eight or thirty-nine, but she had the body of a much younger woman.
She wore a black string bikini that set off her red hair and blue eyes. Her tits weren't big, but they were well-shaped and firm, just right for her slender body. The brief top of her swim suit barely covered the curve of her titflesh, and her cunt bush peeked sexily out of the tiny crotch.
The paper fell off of Sam's face. He seemed to be oblivious to the conversation, stretched out with his face to the sun, a peaceful expression on his features.
Jennifer did a double-take when Myrna smiled at her and winked, running her fingers over the bulge in Sam's shorts.
"My husband, the stud," she giggled. "Did you know we were childhood sweethearts? Sam was the first boy to get in my pants. I wasn't his first, though, was I honey?" she purred, patting his cock through the material of his shorts.
The brunette found herself getting turned on by the conversation. Since Myrna knew all about Sam and her, there was no longer any reason for pretense. She wondered if Myrna was going to come on to her, and she found herself excited by the prospect. She had no particular desire to make it with another woman, but if invited she'd probably try it. She leaned back on her chaise, no longer uncomfortable when Myrna fondled her husband in front of her. They were all adults, after all.
Glancing over at Sam's crotch, Jennifer saw that the man had a huge hard-on. His fuckpole stood straight out, tenting his shorts in a way that made Myrna giggle.
"He's always ready," she smiled. "I'm a lucky woman. Tell me about Harry. Is he as sexy as he looks?"
Jennifer blanched. She didn't intend to confide in the redhead about her's and Harry's problems. "He's okay," she said.
"Oh, my, don't be so defensive," the redhead hissed. "Your eyes are a dead giveaway. Besides, I can tell things between you and Harry aren't so great. I've seen you two together enough."
Jennifer groaned. "Is it that obvious?"
Myrna put her free hand on the younger woman's hair. "Don't worry, dear. I'm sensitive to those things. No one else would guess."
Jennifer leaned back and relaxed. All the talk about sex and Sam's hard-on were turning her on. She felt her nipples stiffening and her pussy creaming.
"I think I'll take a shower," she said. "It's getting hot out here."
She picked up her robe and walked around the pool to the cabana. Once inside, she stripped and stared at herself in the full length mirror attached to the wall.
She twisted around to study the shape of her ass, cupping her asscheeks and squeezing her firm flesh. Sam had told her she had a great ass. Myrna's was smaller, and Jennifer felt a pang of jealousy. The redhead's slender body wasn't as lush as hers, but it was lovely and sexy in its slimness.
She thought about Harry and wondered what he was doing right now. He didn't often travel on weekends, and she wondered what he was doing for excitement. Were the Brodericks right? Did Harry monkey around on the road? She almost hoped so. At least it would show he had some interest in sex.
She trailed her fingers over her body, running her fingertips over her tits and rib-cage. Her pink nipples puckered into stiff spikes. She scraped a fingernail over each hard nub. She moved a hand down to her cunt mound, gently probing her wet gash. Her juices were flowing and her clit was stiff and throbbing.
She decided to bring herself off just once. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall of the cabana. She slid two fingers into the slippery gash between her cuntlips, and slowly eased into the damp channel of her pussy-hole.
The first stretching of her cunt mouth was always delicious. She plunged the fingers in to the last knuckle and gently rocked back and forth. Moaning, she pulled the fingers out and sniffed them. She smiled at her wantonness, and decided not to come just yet.
She walked into the shower stall and in a moment had a cascade of cool water washing over her body. Her hair was combed in one long thick braid down her back, and the water felt lovely running over her head. She reached for the soap and was about to start lathering her cunt bush when the shower door opened and Sam and Myrna squeezed in beside her.
"Oh, Jesus!" she said.
Initially she was shocked. She stared at the couple, eyes wide and mouth open. Then she caught Sam's eye and they both started laughing. In a moment all three of them were giggling, their naked bodies sliding against each other, fondling and squeezing and pinching.
Sam lathered up his hands and rubbed them over Jennifer's tits. He massaged her heaving globes, her big jugs quivering under his fingers. She leaned back against the wall of the shower stall and moaned at the sensations flooding her body.
Her eyes widened when he handed the soap to Myrna. The brunette bit her lip and held her breath. Knees shaking, the younger woman stared at the sexy redhead. For the first time she noticed Myrna's large nippled tits and thick dark crotch hair. The older woman was grinning at her, and Jennifer smiled back.
"I'll wash your back, honey," Myrna purred. "Turn around and let Myrna do you."
As though in a daze, Jennifer turned around and faced the wall. Her tits tingled from Sam's fingers and her clit throbbed with excitement. Breathlessly, she waited for the first touch of Myrna's hands on her back. Instead of washing her back, the redhead pressed up against Jennifer's back and assflesh and whispered in her ear.
"We're going to have such a good time," she purred. "Don't be nervous, honey. You'll love it. You'll see."
"It's just that I've never done anything like this," she whispered.
"Do you want to call it off?"
"No," Jennifer murmured. "No, I want to do it."
Myrna smiled and ran her lips over the brunette's neck. She nibbled and licked the younger woman's ear and licked and lapped down to her titflesh.
Jennifer moaned, crying out when she felt Myrna's hands caressing her plump asscheeks. The redhead squeezed and fondled Jennifer's soft assflesh, her lips pressed against the younger woman's hair.
"Such a lovely ass, my dear," the redhead said. "So firm and smooth. Sam, dear, she's a dream."
She moved one hand inside Jennifer's asscrack, running her fingers down the moist crack, finally grazing the brunette's cunt hair. Jennifer groaned and pushed back, shoving her ass against the redhead's hand.
"Shall I touch you there?" Myrna whispered. "Shall I touch your cunt, dear?"
"Yes!" Jennifer hissed. "Touch me! Oh, God, yes, touch me!"
Slowly and gently the redhead pushed a finger inside the slimy folds of Jennifer's cunt. She found the brunette's pulsating cunthole and slid the finger inside. Jennifer gasped and clamped her cunt muscles around the digit.
Sam leaned against the wall, water cascading over his shoulders, watching his wife caress the younger woman. He pumped his prick, mesmerized by the sight of the two women he'd been intimate with.
Using a corkscrew motion, Myrna was fucking in and out of Jennifer's cunthole. Jennifer twisted and squirmed, gasping for breath.
"I'm coming!" she hissed. "Oh, Jesus, I'm coming!"
"Let it out, baby," Myrna said. "Come! Come! Come!"
Wailing, Jennifer closed her eyes and climaxed on the redhead's hand, slumping against the wall and groaning.
The younger woman shuddered, her body spasming again and again as the redhead pressed against her, licking her neck and ear.
"She's hot as a firecracker," she giggled at Sam. "A real hell-cat!"
She gently turned the younger woman around and purred in her ear. "Such a hot baby," the redhead whispered. "So beautifully responsive."
Jennifer faced her now, blushing at her strong response to the older woman's caresses. She smiled when she saw Sam staring at them, leaning against the wall and beating his meat.
"Oh, Jesus, I'm so embarrassed," the brunette said.
Sam fisted his cockshaft and pointed it in the direction of his wife. Myrna gazed at the big rod and chuckled. "I think that's for me, isn't it, honey? I could use it right about now. I'm turned on. You don't mind if Sam fucks me, do you?" she asked Jennifer.
"No, of course not," Jennifer murmured, but she was jealous. She wouldn't mind having Sam's prick jammed up her cunt right about now. Being finger-fucked by Myrna was nice, but it had only served to make her hot for a cock. Well, she'd just have to be patient. She knew from experience that Sam could get hard again very quickly.
"Fuck me in the ass, lover boy," Myrna purred at Sam. "Lather up my bung and stick it in my shit-tube."
Jennifer couldn't believe her ears. It was one thing for them to be involved in an orgy, if you could call three people an orgy, but quite another thing to engage in what she still considered kinky sex.
When Sam began lathering up Myrna's asshole, the redhead stopped him. "Let Jennie do it," she purred. "I want Jennie to lather up my bung."
The brunette didn't know how to get out of it, so she accepted the bar of soap from Sam's outstretched hand.
She slowly lathered up her hands. She watched as the redhead bent over and offered the younger woman her ass. Her heart pounding with excitement, Jennifer ran her soapy hands over the firm cheeks of Myrna's ass. She cupped the firm flesh in her hands, squeezing and fondling the smooth skin. Finally, the brunette pulled the older woman's asscheeks apart and stared in at the little grommet winking back at her.
Myrna's little asshole was brown and wrinkled and cute. Below it the plump outer folds of Myrna's cunt pouted open. The redhead's cunt was pink and juicy and delicious looking, and Jennifer found herself turned on by the slimy folds of flesh.
She ran her hands lightly over the redhead's cunt meat, finally moving the ball of her thumb over the older woman's shitter. No longer nervous, but incredibly excited, the brunette pushed her thumb inside the ring of muscle.
Myrna squealed and pushed back at Jennifer's hand. "That's good, Jennie!" she giggled. "She catches on quick, honey," she smiled at Sam.
Jennifer beamed at the compliment, glancing at Sam and enjoying the lust on his face. She looked down at the hang of Myrna's tits and she couldn't resist running her fingers over the redhead's big stiff nipples.
"Stick a finger in my cunt!" the redhead hissed.
"What about Sam?" Jennifer said.
"Sam can wait, can't you honey?"
Sam nodded, and Jennifer immediately drilled two fingers inside Myrna's cunthole. Then on second thought, she plunged in a third, until she had three fingers reaming Myrna's fuckhole.
"Fuck me with your fingers," Myrna gurgled. "Give it to me, honey!"
Jennifer looked at Sam for permission. Again he nodded, a look of lust on his face. Turning back to the redhead, the younger woman began fingering her cunt and ass, holding the writhing woman like a bowling ball.
She kept her fingers stiff and pumped them in and out of Myrna's asshole and cunthole. She twisted the fingers around at the end of each stroke, gasping for breath and moving her free hand down to her own cunt and rubbing her clit.
"Don't stop!" the redhead wailed. "I'm almost there! Oh, Jesus, I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm commminnnngggg!"
Her mouth slack and her hips gyrating, the redhead shuddered and climaxed, cunt juice pouring out over Jennifer's hand.
The brunette didn't stop fingering the older woman's cunt and ass. She brought her down gradually, finally sliding her fingers out of the woman's spasming holes. Myrna moaned and leaned against the younger woman's body, nuzzling against her neck.
Without thinking, Jennifer ran her hands over the redhead's slim curves. She caressed and fondled the older woman's assflesh, and then she whispered in her ear.
"Sam must feel left out," she purred. "Maybe we should go in the house so he can fuck your ass."
Myrna looked up and glanced at Sam. "We've got a bed here in the cabana. Do you feel neglected, sweetie?" she mewled. She reached over to fondle his balls. "Mmmmm, nice and full. Well, we'll just take care of that."
They got out of the shower. Jennifer laughed when Sam flipped open the sofa to reveal a queen-sized bed. All three of them scrambled onto the mattress and Myrna promptly clamped her mouth over Sam's cock. With a grunt, he pumped his prick at her face and then pulled out, telling her to get on her hands and knees.
"Grease me up, hon," she trilled, on all fours now, her hips swaying and her asscheeks jiggling.
"Here," Sam said, handing the jar of vaseline to Jennifer. "We don't want Jennie to feel left out."
In a moment Jennifer was greasing up Myrna's tight little brownie and forgetting about all her past inhibitions. She loved the feel of the redhead's shit-tube on her finger. It was exciting to touch another woman in all her intimate places. She looked at the tight little shitter, amazed that the little bung would be able to take Sam's cock.
She glanced over at Sam. He had greased up his fuckpole and looked ready to go. She took her hands away from Myrna's crapper and fingered Sam's bloated cockhead. She squeezed a gob of fuckjuice out of the tiny slit and brought it up to her lips. She loved the taste of his fuck oil. She liked the lewdness of sucking it off her fingers as he watched. She wished it were she bent over on all fours on the bed about to be ass-fucked by Sam's poker-stiff fuck-tube.
He gently moved her hand away from his fuck meat and positioned his cockhead at the entrance to his wife's shit-tube. "Open up, baby," he chuckled. "Daddy's here."
Fascinated, Jennifer watched the couple on the bed. She stared transfixed as Myrna's puckered little asshole opened up like a flower to accommodate Sam's fuckpole. His big, dripping cockhead pressed against the little bung and suddenly it popped inside. He gripped her hips with his hands, pulling out just slightly and then pushing in again, this time sinking his cockshaft all the way inside her shit-tube.
Myrna groaned, tossing her head back and forth and crying out for him to fuck her brains out. He pulled out slowly, and then pushed back inside, stroking in and out now with ease.
Jennifer could see Myrna's shit-tunnel suck at his cockshaft with each stroke. She was totally turned on by the sight of Sam's big prick reaming his wife's shitter. She moved a hand down to her cunt and began rubbing her clit to the same tempo as Sam's cock pumping in and out of Myrna's asshole.
When Sam threw his head back and emptied his balls into his wife's shitter, Myrna climaxed along with him and Jennifer managed to squeeze an orgasm out, too.
Later, sitting in the den in the house, they drank coffee and chatted as if what had just happened was the most natural thing in the world. Jennifer didn't think anything of it when Sam excused himself and said he had a business appointment downtown. She felt mellow and relaxed, and anxious for anything that might happen.
Right now Myrna was sitting on a lounge chair with one foot up and her cunt completely exposed. Jennifer couldn't help but stare at the redhead's matted cunt hair and wet mushy-looking cuntlips. She realized for the first time that Myrna trimmed her cunt hair into a neat little triangle. She wondered how her own cunt bush would look trimmed and shaped.
Myrna noticed that Jennifer was staring at her cunt, and she smiled. She didn't put her foot down, but moved her legs farther apart to give the brunette a better look at her cunt flesh. Then the older woman chuckled and boldly pried her cuntlips open with her fingers.
Jennifer's heart pounded. There was no doubt about what the redhead had in mind. The brunette couldn't help smiling. Her life had changed so much in the past few weeks. A month ago she'd have been shocked at the sight of another woman's pussy lewdly exposed like this. Now instead of being shocked she got up from her chair and crouched down in front of the older woman's crotch.
Myrna shifted her cunt mound around and pushed it toward the younger woman's mouth. Jennifer had never been this close to another woman's pussy before. The lush ripe flesh overwhelmed her senses. The redhead's cunt meat glistened with cunt juice and her little clit popped up hard and throbbing like a little nipple. The brunette had an urge to suck the redhead's cunt meat, but instead she touched the older woman's cunthole with a fingertip. Then with a little cry, the brunette moved a juice-drenched finger up to her mouth and sucked in Myrna's cuntjuice.
"Oh, baby," Myrna hissed. "That really turns me on!"
Jennifer ran her fingers over the redhead's cunt flesh. She rubbed the older woman's quivering clit with one finger and her pulpy inner cuntlips with another.
Myrna was moaning softly now, her face flushed and her breathing heavy. She looked at Jennifer through lidded eyes, pumping her pussy at the younger woman's hand.
Jennifer ran one wet finger over the redhead's asshole. Myrna shuddered and Jennifer mewled. She continued rubbing the older woman's asshole with a circular motion while Myrna writhed on the chair. Then the brunette slowly extended her tongue and began licking the redhead's cuntmeat.
She took to it like a duck to water. She licked her tongue over the patch of skin between cunthole and asshole. She tickled the sensitive area with her tongue-tip, instinctively knowing where to lick and suck and rub. She was a woman, wasn't she? She knew what felt good.
She ran her tongue over Myrna's inner thighs, loving the taste and feel of the older woman's firm flesh. She ran her tongue back to the redhead's cunt and zeroed in on the older woman's gaping wet cunthole. She dragged her tongue up to the redhead's clit and flicked it back and forth over the little bean. At the first touch of her tongue on the quivering bean, Myrna shivered and cried out.
Her own clit throbbing, Jennifer closed her lips over the pulsing red bean and sucked it between her teeth. Myrna gasped and wailed as Jennifer began a rhythmic suction of the inflamed little nub.
Myrna raised her ass up in the air and wailed out her ecstasy. Shuddering through a series of spasms, her head flung back, she rubbed her cunt meat on Jennifer's mouth and convulsed in a gut-wrenching orgasm.
CHAPTER FIVE
Five hundred miles away Harry was in a lounge called the Pink Poodle. He was sitting at the bar. His eyes were fixed on the tits of the girl on the small stage. She was a blonde, about eighteen, wearing black net stockings and high heels. Nothing else. She shook her tits and wiggled her ass, snapping her legs open and closed with lewd motions of her pelvis.
The music was funky and the room was crowded, filled with cigarette smoke and the smell of gin and beer. The men made obscene gestures at the girl on the stage as she flicked her long dark nipples and gyrated her hips. Her cunt bush was thick and furry between her milk-white thighs, and Harry's mouth watered at the sight of her split beaver.
Harry was there with a friend named Pete. Pete chuckled and slapped Harry on the back. "That's cunt, huh?" he snickered. "Prime pussy, huh, Harry?"
"She's okay," Harry said, pretending not to look.
"Shit, if Irma looked like that I'd never leave home," Pete said. "That little prick-tease sure knows how to move it, huh?"
Harry nodded. The girl was doing erotic things with her fingers now. She squeezed her big tits and ran her fingertips into her cunt hair. She teased and fondled her thick muff and rubbed the insides of her white thighs.
Pete ordered another round and muttered about how he was going to get himself laid tonight. "It always looks better away from home, doesn't it?"
Harry nodded. It sure did, he thought. He didn't know why. Jennie was prettier than the girl on the stage, and had a better body too. She was the sexiest woman he knew, and yet ever since they'd been married he'd been turned off to her.
He wondered if it was because when he'd been a boy his father had always told him that you married one kind of woman and fucked another. That had been his motto all his life. Before he and Jennifer were married there was no problem. Once everything was legal, he felt inhibited and uncomfortable with her. He realized their sex life was boring, and he knew Jennifer wasn't happy, but he didn't know what to do about it.
The blonde finished her number and twitched her ass in Harry's direction as she flounced off the stage. Pete hustled off to follow a brunette who'd been giving him the eye, and Harry was left alone at the bar.
The low-down music continued and another girl took the blonde's place on the stage, this one a cute little redhead. Harry paid the check and waited five minutes before getting up and pushing his way through the crowd to the door. He walked around to a motel next door and knocked at room 6-A. A voice told him to come in. Turning the doorknob, he entered the dingy room.
The blonde was sitting on a chair, smoking a joint. She had on a half-bra and nothing else. She stared at him with half-lidded eyes, and Harry realized she was stoned.
"Take your bra off," he muttered, sitting down on the edge of the bed, still dressed. The blonde removed her bra and stood near him, her tits bouncing in front of his face.
"It's good to see you, Delores," he said.
She wiggled her hips and pumped her dark muff at his face. She definitely was not a natural blonde. "Did you miss me, Harry?" she lisped provocatively.
She played with her big tits, fingering her dark nipples as she lifted and dropped her big white jugs.
"Shit, yeah," he muttered. "I missed you a lot."
"Still can't get it on with your old lady, huh?"
"Let's not talk about my wife," he said, reaching out to grab her lush asscheeks. She giggled and let him fondle and squeeze her assflesh. She mewled when he lowered his head and began nuzzling her cunt bush. She moaned when he pushed his nose between her cuntlips and began rubbing her clit.
She put one foot up on the bed to give him better access to her pussy. He ran his tongue up and down between her cuntlips and licked her quivering clit with a flicking motion of his thick tongue.
She shivered and tangled her fingers in his hair. He continued licking her pussy-meat, slipping one hand between her thighs and rubbing her cunt meat with his thumb. Rocking back and forth on one leg, she pushed her cunt up to meet his fingers and mouth.
Harry grunted when the blonde reached down and unzipped his fly. In a moment his stiff fuckpole was out of his pants and pulsing against her fingers. Mewling with lust, she stroked his cockshaft, rubbing her thumb over his oozing cockhead. Giggling, she smeared his cockjuice over his mushroom-shaped knob.
He pushed her aside and got up to undress. She played with her nipples, humming a little tune and doing a little bump and grind. She giggled when Harry folded his clothes and lay them carefully over a chair.
"On the bed," he said, when he was naked. "Ass up in the air!"
She giggled. Harry always fucked her in the same position. He loved reaming her ass and never wanted to look at her when they fucked.
Crouching over on all fours on the bed, she lay her head on the mattress and wiggled her ass in the air. She craned her neck and watched him fist his cockshaft and rub his big cockhead up and down the crack of her ass. Then he moved the big bulb between her gaping cuntlips as she swayed from side to side to encourage him. Pressing her cheek against the mattress, she reached back and pulled her asscheeks open for him.
She wriggled her ass, urging him to ram his prick into her cunthole or asshole or wherever he wanted it. She didn't care. One hole was as good as another to her. Right now he positioned his juicy knob at the mouth of her cunt and pushed forward.
His prick slid smoothly inside her hot cunthole, stuffing her pussy to the hilt with throbbing fuck-meat. Gripping her firm hips, he braced himself before pulling partway out and then ramming in again. The blonde moaned as his cylinder of flesh slammed inside her cunthole.
He plunged his wriggling hunk of meat in and out, his eyes fixed on her hungry pussy as it sucked at his cock. He clutched her asscheeks as he jarred her body at the end of each stroke.
After a while he pulled his prick out of her pussy and moved his cockhead to her shitter. She squealed when she felt his slippery cockhead press against her asshole. He pressed his knob firmly against her shit-chute and pushed forward until his cockhead began squeezing into her puckered brownie. Her asshole put up no resistance and soon he lurched forward, burying his cockhead inside her shit-tube.
His cockhead slid forward and lunged into the depths of her shitter. She cried out, yelling for him to fuck her brains out, but he paid no attention to her pleas. He didn't care about her. That was one thing about fucking some strange piece. He didn't give a damn about her. She was a hole to him. Not like Jennie. He cared about Jennie and he didn't want to hurt her. Or humiliate her. Fucking your wife like this wasn't right. His father had told him so, and he believed him.' Was it possible his father was wrong? The thought had never occurred to him before.
Harry snapped out of his reverie and gave all his attention to his prick. The blonde's ass felt wonderful wrapped around his thrusting fuckpole, and he drove all thoughts of Jennie out of his mind.
He pulled halfway out and then slammed in again, his balls slapping against her slippery cuntlips. In and out, in and out, he fucked his cock in and out of her ass with a smooth unbroken rhythm.
Dolores was mewling with lust. Each forceful stroke of his cock brought his balls bouncing down on her cunt. He grunted as he felt the jism boil up in his nuts, and he bellowed when his hot load exploded inside her shitter. Throwing his head back, he began shooting blast after blast Of fuck-cream into her sucking shit-chute.
The feel of his load exploding in her shitter brought her off. Her asshole muscles contracted, milking his cock and draining the last-drops of fuck-oil out of his eggs.
They rested for a few minutes and then he told her to get him hard again. She lit a joint and took a few deep drags. Then she put it out and began stroking his cock. Harry leaned back against the pillows as she stroked his cockskin up and down. The little slut had a good touch. She knew just how to get him stiff again.
She scrambled down and leaned over his cock, her tongue extended toward his crotch. Purring, she began lapping up the juice oozing out of his pisshole.
"Yeah, man, that's good stuff," she giggled.
She ran her tongue up and down his stiffening cockshaft, her fingers squeezing the base of his rod to make his cockhead swell up. Then she clamped her mouth over his knob and sucked vigorously on the tip of his cock, suctioning in his juices.
"Suck it, bitch!" he hissed.
She tried to stick the tip of her tongue inside his pisshole, but it wouldn't fit. She giggled as she swabbed his cockhead with her wet teasing tongue.
Her fingers squeezed his cockshaft as she slurped and slobbered over his cockflesh. The little blonde cooed and squealed at the taste and feel of his rampant fuckpole. He was hard again, and his prick stood straight up as if at attention. She fondled his balls as she licked his prick. She was an expert, alright. Worth every penny of the cost, too.
She worked one hand under his ballbag and found his asshole. He groaned when she probed his shit-tube with a fingertip. She gradually worked the finger inside his puckered brownie.
"Oh, fuck!" he grunted, as she drilled her finger inside his tight asshole. She was soon finger-fucking his shitter as she mouth-fucked his cock.
Saliva drooled out of her mouth and washed over his cock and balls. The lewdness of the act didn't bother Harry a bit. She was a whore, and it was okay. That was the beauty of it.
"Get on top of me!" he hissed. "Fuck my cock!"
She straddled him as he stretched out on the bed. She squatted over his rigid prick and placed his cockhead at the mouth of her cunthole. She remained motionless a moment, until he grunted and told her to shove it in.
With a little giggle, she pushed down, her cunt enveloping his cock with one smooth stroke.
He grabbed her tits, one in each hand, and began mauling and tugging at the jiggling boobs. He pulled her jugs to his mouth and he licked and lapped at her puckered stiff nipples.
"Delicious tits!" he hissed. "Fuck my cock, baby! Fuck it good!"
She bounced up and down now, rocking back and forth over his thrusting fuckpole. He could feel his prick rasp against fter clit, and he grunted at the sensations. Her asscheeks hit his balls every time she slammed down on his cock.
She eased his ramrod-stiff cylinder of flesh in and out of her cunt-channel. Her cunthole sucked in his meat with every stroke.
"Yahoooooooooo!" she cried, as his cock reamed out her cunt-channel.
As she leaned forward his thick prick stretched her cunt. She rested on his hairy chest, her tits pressed flat on his body. She rubbed them back and forth, and Harry tangled his fingers in her hair.
"Stick it in my ass again!" she wailed.
Harry chuckled. She just couldn't get enough up her ass. That was a whore for you. A nice woman wouldn't let a guy ream her asshole. Jennie wouldn't allow it. He'd never tried it with her, of course, but he knew she'd never let him.
Right now she got up off his cock and took her place on her hands and knees. Fisting his cockshaft, Harry got behind her and placed his knob on the ring of her shitter.
"Stick it in, Harry!" she wailed.
He moved forward, pushing his bloated cockhead against her asshole. Relaxed from the joint, her asshole opened up like a little flower and his cockhead popped inside.
She mewled and gurgled as he pushed forward again and slowly drove his cock all the way home. He gave her the whole length of his fuckpole, until his balls slapped at her cuntlips.
She clenched her ass-muscles down on his prick, as he slowly pulled it halfway out. Then with a grunt, he drove it in again, balls deep.
They established a rhythm now. She rocked back and forth, pushing her asshole back at his thrusting prick. Her shitter accepted his cock with no trouble at all, and he was soon humping her ass as though it were a cunt.
Her blonde hair flew wildly over her face. Her mouth hung open and her eyes rolled up in her head.
"Oh, dear God!" she wailed. "Oh, dear God!"
Bellowing now, Harry began to blast his load of fuck oil into her spasming shithole. She milked him dry as blast after blast of hot lava poured into her shit-chute.
When Harry was rested he got up and dressed. Dropping some bills on the dresser, he walked out into the night.
CHAPTER SIX
"We could both use a change of scene," Marnie Holmes said.
Marnie was Jennifer's best friend. She was married, but worked as a secretary for a big company downtown. She was a cute little blonde with a happy disposition and a gorgeous figure.
Jennifer had met Marnie after work and they were having a drink at a bar near Mamie's office. The brunette smiled, knowing that a change of scene to Marnie meant a new man in her life. Marriage and motherhood didn't stop her from fooling around. Right now she had one eye on Jennifer and one glancing around the room to see who was there.
"I'm glad to see you're finally wising up," the perky blonde said. "Harry's a swell guy, but he's a deadhead, if you don't mind my saying so."
Jennifer did mind, but she didn't say anything. It was one thing for her to complain about him, but she didn't want anyone else to criticize her husband.
"Don't turn around now," Marnie giggled. "We are about to be approached."
Jennifer looked up. Two young men were standing there, offering to buy them a drink. The two women looked at each other and smiled.
Within minutes the four of them were in a booth, ordering gin and tonics. The men's names were Dan and Jim, and Jennifer soon felt completely at ease.
They laughed and chatted. Jim suggested a change of scene, and offered his apartment. He was a bachelor and lived alone.
"Is that okay with you, hon?" Dan asked Jennifer.
Jennifer nodded. "It sounds like fun," she smiled.
"It'll be a nice change of scene," Marnie giggled, winking at her.
A half hour later Jennifer found herself sitting between the two men. Marnie was playing hostess, and she was in the kitchen fixing some drinks. When she called out for someone to help her, Jim jumped up and left the room. The minute he was gone Dan slid his hand under Jennifer's dress and rubbed her thigh.
"They'll be back," she whispered.
"Who cares?"
He put his arms around her and kissed her lightly on the lips. One hand on her thigh, he broke the kiss and murmured in her ear.
"Let's see what's holding up the drinks."
Jennifer rose up and they walked down the hall to the kitchen. She giggled when she saw Marnie and Jim in a hot embrace. Jim had Mamie's sweater unbuttoned and pushed off her shoulders. She was bent back and his hands were all over her big round tits.
"Shit, it doesn't look like we're gonna get anything to drink," Dan chuckled softly.
They stood in the doorway watching the couple in the kitchen. Dan slipped his hands under her skirt and down into her panties. She held her breath when he pulled her panties off her legs, but she stepped out of them.
Jennifer smiled when she saw Marnie pick up her skirt and pull her own panties down. Her cunt spasmed when she saw Jim unbuckle his belt and strip his pants off his legs. Marnie was staring at his cock with a look of pure lust on her face.
Jennifer and Dan slipped back into the shadows. If Marnie and Jim knew they were there, they certainly didn't care.
When Jennifer saw Dan unbuckle his belt, she knew he too was going to strip. She hardly noticed. She was intent on watching the couple in the kitchen. Marnie was naked now and bending over the kitchen table with her plump ass sticking up in the air. Jim fisted his cockshaft and moved up behind her, probing her pussy with his cockhead and finally finding her cunthole.
Marnie cooed and mewled, like a teenager. Jennifer laughed to herself. She was the mother of a six year old and a four year old, but you'd never know it. She looked about sixteen, with her ass in the air and her blonde ponytail bouncing around.
The brunette watched mesmerized as Jim moved his hips forward and began fucking her friend's cunt. She stared at the blonde's cunt bush, soon wet with cuntjuice and filled with Jim's prick. The little blonde humped her ass back at Jim's cock and moaned with pleasure.
Jennifer realized her own cunt was wet and pulsating and ready for fucking. She looked at Dan expectantly, licking her lips.
"Bend over and lean against the wall," he hissed softly, not wanting to disturb the couple in the kitchen.
She bent over and leaned against the wall with her legs spread wide. In a moment Dan had his big cock pushing inside her slippery cunt. She moaned, her eyes fixed on Marnie.
The blonde was lying on the table, her big tits mashed down. Jim was fucking her with a slamming rhythm. Moans escaped Mamie's throat as she captured his prick with her cunt.
Jim suddenly pulled his fuckpole out of the blonde's grasping cunt, and ran his hands over her asscheeks. He spread the white cheeks wide while Marnie waited expectantly for him to return.
Jennifer bit her lip to keep from crying out as she watched Jim position his cockhead on the puckered ring of her friend's shitter.
"You take it up the ass?" Jim grunted.
"Sure!" the blonde squealed. "Shove it in!"
He lurched forward and drove his prick all the way up Mamie's asshole with one smooth stroke. The blonde gurgled, her thighs quivering and her asscheeks jiggling.
Jim began fucking her asshole now with a slow steady tempo. Jennifer watched. It was a wild scene, having her cunt reamed and watching her best friend get it in the ass.
Her own cunt was sopping wet. She grabbed Dan's cock with her cunt, her strong pussylips pulling at his prick with every stroke. He reached under her blouse and grabbed her tits, pulling and tugging at her stiff nipples.
Jennifer gasped when the light in the hall went on, and she found herself staring into Mamie's eyes. They giggled at the picture they made. The two men chuckled and made obscene gestures with their mouths. She realized that Jim had reached over and turned on the hall light. He'd known they were there all the time.
"Come on in," Jim grunted, pumping his prick in and out of Mamie's bung. "There's plenty of room for all."
Without missing a stroke, Dan pulled Jennifer into the kitchen and over to the table, pushing her down so that she leaned on the table too. Jennifer found herself facing Marnie. The two women grinned and giggled at the crazy situation they found themselves in.
The brunette shifted around and rested her head on her arms. Dan was hammering her with his fuckpole now, and she was almost at the brink and ready to come.
She watched Jim's cock slide in and out of her friend's shitter. His balls bounced between Mamie's legs and slapped her cunt. The little blonde wasn't giggling now. She was ready to explode in her own orgasm, and she rocked and gyrated under his thrusting prick.
The blonde's face was contorted with lust as Jim's cock brought her closer and closer to climaxing. She cried out now, babbling for him to bring her off.
Jennifer was fascinated at the scene. She tried not to come yet, so she wouldn't miss her friend's performance. She wished she had a cock up her ass, too. One in the cunt and one in the ass. That would be perfect! Given the choice now, she wanted it in her ass.
"Fuck my ass!" she wailed at Dan. "Oh, God, please fuck my ass!"
Snickering, Dan pulled his throbbing cock out of her cunt and pressed his huge cockhead against her rubbery shit-hole. His cockshaft was wet and slippery with her cuntjuice, and he had no trouble squeezing his bulbous knob into her asshole and jamming it up her shitter.
She moaned and sobbed and mewled as his prick stuffed her grommet. She took his rod easily, with hardly any pain, and grabbed it with her ass muscles.
Dan moved a hand down to her cunt and rubbed her pussy-meat as he fucked her ass. The guy was a terrific fuck. He shoved two fingers up her snatch as he slowly fucked her brownie.
Jennifer cried out, unable to stop the orgasm that began flooding her body. He grunted and heaved forward, his prick jerking and pulsating in her bung. Gripping her hips hard, he began shooting his load into her spasming asshole.
Thick hot jism filled her shit-tube. She screwed her ass back at his prick, fucking against his fuckpole and draining his balls.
Marnie and Jim were coming too. The little blonde was yelling obscenities at him, and wiggling her hips at his thrusting prick. Jim grunted like an animal in heat as he slammed his cuntslasher in and out of her hungry shit-chute.
Jennifer watched as they climaxed together, the little blonde's body raised up off the table, her face contorted with passion.
Afterward the four of them sank down on the floor, breathing hard and laughing at the craziness of it all. When someone suggested they get out of the kitchen and get into bed they all agreed.
Walking down the hall to Jim's bedroom, Jennifer was shocked when Marnie stopped and called home to ask the babysitter if the kids were okay. She may not have been the best wife in the world, but she was a good mother.
They spent the next two hours fucking up a storm. They switched, and Jennifer found herself being fucked by Jim, and Marnie by Dan. Jennifer came again and again. The two women kept away from each other, but they each sucked off both men and got fucked in the ass and cunt simultaneously. Jennifer was thrilled when Dan fucked her cunt and Jim fucked her ass. She had the most incredible orgasm she'd ever had in her life.
They finally stopped and had a sandwich. They all four got into the shower together, and when they were dressed again, Dan suggested they go to a party he'd heard about.
"It's gonna be a wild scene," he said. "Are you game?"
They were game.
The party was on the other side of town in a big house Jennifer had always wanted to see. She didn't get to see much. It was wall to wall people and full of smoke. She wondered how much dope was being smoked, but she didn't worry about it. It never occurred to her that they might get busted. The owner of the house was a prominent doctor in town, and people like that never got in trouble with the law.
The brunette's eyes almost popped out when she saw that many of the people were naked. Jim had said it would be a wild scene, but she'd never expected this. Well, now that she was here, she had no intention of leaving. It promised to be a fascinating evening.
The two women stood gaping at the crowd. The guys disappeared, off hunting for new and fresh cunt. They didn't care. Jennifer would have liked getting fucked by any number of men she'd seen, and Mamie's eyes were all over the place.
Several people came up to talk to them. They soon had drinks in their hands and were chatting with naked strangers. Jennifer didn't mention her last name and she noticed that hardly anyone did. She giggled to herself. No one uses last names at an orgy, and this was certainly an orgy!
She'd been fucked and sucked so much today, she never thought she'd get turned on again, but she was wrong. She quivered with anticipation, creaming at the sight of all the stiff cockmeat in the room. God, what a slut I've become! she thought.
The brunette gasped when Marnie walked up to a tall dark man and put her hand on his cock. The blonde giggled and pulled the man's zipper down, fishing his stiff fuckpole out of his fly.
"Look what I've got," the blonde giggled, fisting the man's cockshaft and pumping it up and down. She looked at Jennifer and smiled. "What are you waiting for, Jen? Life's so short, have a good time."
When Jennifer felt a hand on her bare tit, she realized that someone had slid his fingers down her blouse and was squeezing her titflesh.
"Oh, God!" she hissed.
"No good?" he said.
She smiled at the tall thin man whose hand was rubbing her puckered nipple. "It's very nice," she stammered, not knowing quite what to say.
There was a couple fucking in the corner, the woman's legs draped over the man's back, a cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other. The woman was a sophisticated looking brunette, and she was calmly talking to a third person as her cunt was being plugged.
Jennifer giggled when a man appeared in front of the woman and cut her off in the middle of a sentence by stuffing his prick in her mouth. The woman began sucking on his fuckpole as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Jennifer's cunt quivered and moistened as she watched the scene. She imagined how it would feel to be sitting in a corner and getting her cunt reamed. The brunette didn't have a hair out of place, either.
She looked down and saw Marnie on the floor now, fondling a big cock and sucking it into her mouth. The man's balls jiggled as the blonde bobbed her head up and down on his throbbing fuckpole.
Shivering with lust, Jennifer sat down on the floor with the man fondling her tits, and ran her fingers over his crotch. She pulled down his zipper and took his cock out of his pants. She grabbed his prick and pumped it up and down a few times. When he told her to suck it, she leaned down and closed her lips over his fat cockhead.
She began a vigorous suck of his prick. The man never said a word. He just humped his ass off the carpet and fed her face with his cockmeat.
When someone pulled at Jennifer's braid, she let his cock fall out of her mouth and clamped her lips down on another cock that someone was feeding her. She decided it didn't matter. A cock was a cock was a cock, as someone once said about roses. They were all delicious!
She gobbled up the cock in her mouth until she had the cockhead jabbing at the back of her throat. She didn't know who the prick belonged to. She never looked up to see the face.
Someone unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. She felt fingers unhook her bra, and slide it off her arms. Her tits bounced free, and suddenly she felt two pair of lips clamp down on her turgid nipples. She purred when two warm mouths began sucking her titflesh.
She noticed that one of the people sucking her tits was a woman, and the other an older man. They were both expert at sucking and her pussy oozed cuntjuice.
People continued to come in, and most of them were naked now. It was the craziest thing that had ever happened to her, including her afternoon with the Brodericks, and she loved it!
Suddenly the cock in Jennifer's mouth began shooting off and in a moment the brunette found herself swallowing down blasts of thick rubbery jism. She continued sucking as spurt after spurt of warm fuck oil splashed into her mouth and slid down her throat.
When she released his limp cock, someone grabbed her and pulled her skirt and panties off. She was naked now, and someone grabbed her and plastered his mouth over her cunt. The people sucking her tits drifted away.
Marnie was sitting near her on the floor and someone was sucking the little blonde's big tits. Jennifer automatically opened her mouth when someone came up to her and stuffed his prick into her mouth.
She gluttonously sucked on the fuckpole. It was a massive prick, at least eight inches. She barely got her mouth over the huge cockhead as the lips sucking her cunt brought her off. Her body shivered and spasmed as she came, releasing the cock in her mouth.
"Get over here!" a voice hissed, and before she knew it the man with the eight incher had her down on the floor and he was stuffing his cock in her cunt.
She pressed back on his prick as it stretched her cunthole. She cried out as his stiff fuckpole rasped against her clit. She came almost immediately, her cunt clutching his fuckpole and draining his balls.
By the time he was through filling her pussy with hot lava, she had another prick in her mouth and she was swallowing another load of jism.
By the time she got home that night her bones ached and her jaws were sore. She slept better than she had in years.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jennifer was happy when Cal Harding finally called.
"This is living," he said, stretched out in Jennifer and Harry's bed.
"Why didn't you call sooner?"
"I wanted to, baby, but I've been so fucking busy. And Marcia's had an eye on me, too."
Marcia was his wife. Jennifer nodded. She understood about spouses. Harry had been looking at her rather strangely lately, too.
"I don't know if it's such a good idea for your friend to come here," she said.
Cal had suggested a friend of his join them for the afternoon, and although her initial response had been to say no, he convinced her to agree.
"You're too nervous, honey," he said, flicking one long pink nipple and massaging her titflesh. "It'll be a ball. You told me you like getting it in the back door and front door at the same time."
Jennifer blushed. She was sorry she had told Cal so much about her recent escapades. But she had, so it was too late to turn back. She'd told him all about the wild party, and without mentioning names, the afternoon with Sam and Myrna Broderick. Harry was out of town again, and it seemed to be a good time to have Cal and his friend at the house.
"What's your friend's name?" she said.
"Roger Norris."
"What time did you tell him to get here?"
"Two o'clock."
"Then we have time to fuck."
He chuckled, lazily turning to face her. "You sure are a hot little number, Jen."
"Touch my cunt," she purred, shifting her body around and opening her legs.
He moved a hand between her thighs, rubbing a finger over her cunt-bush. She pulled her knees up and opened her thighs wide to give him plenty of room. He used two fingers to open her cuntlips and rubbed the digits in her slippery wet cuntflesh. He used his other hand to caress her body, finally closing it over one big tit.
She moaned when he squeezed the big jug until the nipple stuck out between his fingers. One hand on her tingling nipple, he used the other to rub her quivering clit.
"Feel good?" he said.
"Oh, yes," she murmured.
"Don't get too comfortable," he chucked, looking down at his cock. "Get your hands on my prick."
Reaching down, she took hold of his stiff rod and began to lightly squeeze his thick cockshaft. She moved his cockskin up and down a few times, gazing at the milky-white drop of cream brimming in his pisshole.
"Suck it," he said, grabbing her head and pulling her down to his crotch. "I've been dreaming about that mouth wrapped around my dick."
Jennifer climbed onto her knees and began licking his velvet-skinned cockhead. She ran her tongue slowly up and down his blue-veined cockshaft, at intervals sucking gently at his oozing slit. She drank up his frothy fuck-cream and licked and lapped his pulsing knob.
"Oh, shit, I think I'm gonna come," he said.
She straightened up, pulling her mouth off his prick. "Not yet," she said, her eyes glittering. "I'd like to see you jerk off. Come on, jerk off for me."
"Are you crazy?"
"No, come on, I've never seen a man jerk off. Come on, do it for me! See, I do it in front of you!"
She rubbed her gaping red cuntmeat and smiled at him teasingly.
"You're a trip!" he groaned, moving his hand to his cock.
She continued toying with her cunt, moving one hand to her tits and fingering her jiggling globes. She watched him, fascinated, as he closed his fist around the thick shaft of his cock and began slowly pumping his meat. Hissing with pleasure, she urged him on.
"Jesus, I like it!" she hissed. "Don't come, though. I don't want you to come yet. I want to suck you off, so just go easy."
He closed his eyes and turned away from her, as though unaware of her presence. He moved his hand up and down on his cock, fondling his dick-meat, a look of intense pleasure on his face.
Jennifer loved it. She moved her hand from her cunt down to his balls and began caressing the little eggs. When he looked like he might blast off, she put her hand on his and stopped him.
"Let me," she purred, leaning forward and putting her lips on his cockhead.
This time she sucked his spongy knob inside her mouth and swirled her tongue over the oozing slit. She suctioned the entire bulb between her lips and bathed it in a warm pool of saliva.
He groaned, bucking his hips and tangling his fingers in her hair, pulling her more firmly against his cock.
When he started riding to an orgasm, she stopped sucking and held his pulsating knob in her mouth without moving. When he relaxed, she once more engulfed his prick, this time taking in some of his thick shaft.
She slid the wet ring of her lips halfway down his cockshaft, and then abruptly took the whole thing into her throat until his cockhead hit her vocal chords. Then she began swallowing. She opened her throat and pulled on his cockhead to get him all the way down. She'd learned a lot about cocksucking lately, and was able to take it all without once gagging.
Stuffed with cockmeat, Jennifer gasped for breath through her nose. She was thrilled that she was able to take his long thick prick all the way down her throat.
She held his snake-like prick in the cavern of her gullet, her luscious mouth stretched wide over his prong. Each time she swallowed her throat muscles pulled on his cockmeat and his crotch hair tickled her lips. She mewled and purred with lust, excited by the fact that she had every inch of his cock tickling her tonsils.
Slowly pulling back, his fat cockhead slid out of her throat. Her eyes glittered and saliva ran out of the corners of her mouth. She stared at his glistening cockshaft, finding it hard to believe the huge slab of male-meat had been stuffed into her mouth.
Purring with lust, she swooped down on him again, this time fucking his cock with her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, sliding her lips over his rigid cockshaft. She fucked his prick steadily with her hungry mouth and lips and teeth, her cheeks suctioned in as she slurped and sucked on his cock.
Cal grabbed her head and began fucking her face. He groaned, moving his prick in and out of her mouth, eyes closed and breathing ragged.
Jennifer felt his balls jump against her chin. She moved a hand to his ball-sac and caressed the bloated nuts. His eggs were full and she knew he was about to come.
Deliberately pulling her mouth off his cockhead, she closed her fist around his cockshaft and began pumping his throbbing cylinder of meat.
He humped up off the bed and in a moment she had a blast of jism shooting onto her face. She clamped her mouth down on his exploding cockhead, gulping down the streams and streams of cock-cream. His fuck oil exploded against her tongue and teeth and palate, and she swallowed it all, loving the taste and feel of his ropy cream.
At the end she crossed her legs tightly and shuddered through the exquisite sensations of her own orgasm. Pulling her mouth off his cock, she rolled over onto her back.
At exactly two-oclock, the doorbell rang.
Cal's friend was tall and thin and smoked a pipe. He had intelligent eyes.
Jennifer and Cal had gotten dressed, and now the three of them were sitting in the Parker living room sipping white wine and discussing a book they'd all recently read.
Roger seemed a little shy, and Jennifer found that appealing. Nowadays most men were so bold. She caught him staring at her now, and he looked away, blushing.
His shyness made her more confident. She had been somewhat nervous about fucking two men in her own house, one of them a total stranger, but now that she'd met him she felt more in control of things.
She went to the kitchen to refill their glasses. She'd hardly been there a moment when Cal walked in and put his arms around her.
"What do you think, baby? Nice guy, huh?"
She shrugged. "He seems okay."
She walked down the hall to the master bedroom, Cal on her heels. She put some fresh lip gloss on, and then giggling, got down on her knees and unzipped Cal's fly.
"Oh, shit, you can't get enough, can you?" he chuckled.
Licking her lips, Jennifer scooped out his stiffening cock and clamped her mouth over his bulbous cockhead. She began sucking and licking his juicy knob, while Cal groaned and bucked his ass at her face.
He clamped his fingers around her head and began driving his prick vigorously in and out of her mouth. Gurgling with lust, she pulled away and looked up at him. Her eyes widened when she saw Roger walk into the room.
"Did you forget about me?" He smiled.
"Shit, no," Cal snickered. "Join the party."
He pulled Jennifer's mouth back over his cock and the brunette began sucking him with gusto. Roger's eyes were glued to her mouth as it slid up and down his friend's fuckpole. He stood rooted to the floor, his mouth open and his eyes glittering.
Jennifer finally pulled her mouth off Cal's cock and casually turned to face Roger. She extended a hand and invited him over. He moved quickly across the room and stood next to her. The brunette reached up to unbuckle his belt and began to unzip his fly.
He took over what she started, and in a minute his pants and shorts were peeled down to his knees and then off his feet. He stood there wearing only a shirt and tie. Jennifer giggled. He looked cute like that, half undressed, with his long thin cock swaying in the breeze.
He had a mushroom-shaped cockhead and a blue-veined cockshaft. She pulled him closer and ran her fingers lightly up and down his shaft. She squeezed his cockshaft and he moaned, closing his eyes. She caressed his balls and ran her hand lightly over one ass cheek.
Cal moved aside and sat down on the edge of the bed to watch. Jennifer fondled and squeezed Roger's bloated balls. She formed her lips into a ring and moved close to his prick, taking the entire length of his cock into her mouth.
Roger grunted as the grip of her mouth moved up and down on his fuck-pole. She purred as she smelled his male-aroma. She decided that all men had their own distinctive male aroma.
She concentrated on his cock, licking her tongue over his pulsating knob and suctioning his fuckpole into the ring of her lips. He tangled his fingers in her hair and gently fucked his cock at her face.
He had a sweet touch, not quite as rough as Cal. He ran his fingertips over her cheeks and throat and hair. Moaning deep in his throat, his cock suddenly erupted and a load of jism boiled up from his balls.
In a moment soupy thick fuck oil was exploding down her throat. She drank it up and sucked him dry, reveling in the taste and smell and feel of his syrupy cream.
She swallowed and gulped and swallowed again, licking up every drop and holding tight to his fuckpole. He finally had to pull his prick out of her mouth.
He leaned back against the bed, his eyes closed and his cock limp and long against his leg. She moved over and gave him one final swipe of her tongue. He groaned and chuckled, opening his eyes and smiling at her admiringly.
She ran her tongue over her lips and wiped up every trace of jism clinging to them. She smiled up at him from the floor, her eyes teasing.
"How long have you been saving up that load?" she giggled.
He blushed. "Well, it's been a while."
"Did you like the way I sucked you off?" she asked.
Roger looked at Cal and the other man chuckled. "She's very open and honest. She really wants to know if you liked it. She's a great chick, huh?"
"Shit, yeah!"
He turned to Jennifer. "It's the best blow-job I ever had."
She smiled. "That's a lovely compliment."
Moving over to Cal, Jennifer tugged at his pants until he got the hint. He pushed them off his legs, and in a moment, he, too, was naked from the waist down.
The brunette began fondling his cock and balls, still chatting with Roger about the blow-job she'd just given him.
"All women are the same, aren't they?" she said.
"Shit, no," he said. "Some women don't like it at all. It's wonderful to find a woman who really loves cock."
"Get your clothes off, Jen," Cal said. "It's time Roger got a look at that gorgeous body of yours. I've told him you have the best tits in town."
She rose up from the floor and slowly removed her blouse and bra. She deliberately jiggled her tits and flicked her nipples in Roger's face. She smiled when she saw his cock begin to harden again.
When she had the rest of her clothes off, she stood in front of the two men with her legs wide apart and her fingers playing with her cuntmeat.
She told them to get the rest of their clothes off, and they quickly obeyed. When they were all naked, she scrambled onto the bed with the two men, and in a moment she was squatting over Roger and riding his cock.
"Your cock feels so lovely in my cunt!" she squealed, bouncing up and down on his ramrod-stiff poker.
She fucked away at his long stiff prick, squirming her hips and gyrating her ass with abandon. She was thrilled at how uninhibited she'd become. God, if only Harry could see me now! she thought.
She realized that Cal was watching her from the edge of the bed as her ass moved up and down on his friend's prick. She knew that eventually they'd both fuck her at the same time. She wondered which one would plug her ass and which would plug her cunt. She didn't care, as long as she had both holes stuffed with their turgid meat.
She squealed when she felt Cal's fingers on her asscheeks. She shivered with excitement when he gripped her firmly by the hips. He moved up behind her and in a moment she felt his belly press against her ass.
Frantically bouncing up and down on Roger's prick, driving it deep inside her cunt-channel, she pulled out until only his cockhead was inside the wet cave of her cunt.
Her bouncing tits grazed his face when she leaned forward, her nipples tickling his nose and cheeks and chin. She knew that this position would give Cal plenty of room to get at her asshole.
Sure enough in a moment she felt Cal's cockhead pressing at the ring of her shitter. Her hungry cunt clutching Roger's fuckpole, she held her breath and waited for the first stabbing of Cal's cock inside her puckered shit-tube.
Roger bucked his ass up off the bed, fucking his cock into her grasping cunthole. Cal relentlessly pressed his cockhead against her asshole as she bobbed wildly up and down on his friend's prick.
Her tits bounced wildly around as she fucked up and down like a well-oiled fuck-machine. She cried out when Cal's cockhead popped inside her asshole and slid up her shit�chute.
She had two cocks in her now, one all the way up her pussy, and the other slithering up her asshole. She was sandwiched between two male bodies and she was in heaven.
She no longer thought about Harry or her marriage. All she thought about was the male meat stuffing her holes. When she felt Roger slowly pull his prick part way out of her shitter, she felt as though she were shitting a brick.
She shuddered with pleasure as he slid his cockshaft out of her shit-tube until only his cockhead remained inside the ring of her bung. She sat still now, Roger's prick all the way up her cunt-channel. Her cuntlips mashed down on his crotch hair.
His cockshaft rasped against her clit, flooding her crotch with delicious sensations. When Cal pushed his prick back inside her shitter, she moved up off of Roger's prick until only his cockhead was inside her cunthole. She bounced in tandem between the two thrusting pricks, moaning with delirium at the sensations flooding her body.
She slid slowly and sensuously down on Roger's prick, taking him all the way up her gash as Cal's cock came out of her asshole. She felt like a giant hole, screaming to be filled with hard male meat.
She moved faster now, picking up steam and slamming her ass up and down between the two stiff fuckpoles. Hot waves of pleasure engulfed her, warming her tits and surging through every nerve ending in her body.
She cried out, wailing and sobbing, her cunt spasming on Roger's prick and her ass muscles clamping down on Cal's thrusting cock.
She convulsed in one orgasm after the other. The men didn't come yet. They both pulled their cocks halfway out of her holes and then abruptly impaled her at the same moment. She found herself suddenly slammed between their two fuckpoles, skewered like a slab of meat on a spit.
They fucked her in perfect harmony. They reamed her out as she crooned with joy and began pulling up to another climax.
Roger came first, his cock spurting jism like a geyser, flooding her cunt with thick foamy cock-cream. Cal exploded next, blasting a load of fuck oil into her shitter. The two loads of hot lava sent her over the brink into another spasm of pleasure.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Isn't this great?" Marnie squealed, sprawled out on the bed in her home next to Jennifer and one of the men they'd met at the wild party.
His name was Hal Whitney and Jennifer remembered him for having a big cock that never got soft. He could come again and again and in no time at all he'd be hard again. That fact hadn't escaped Marnie, and the little blonde had been seeing him regularly ever since. When she'd invited Jennifer over for coffee and, she hadn't told her Hal would be here, too.
Jennifer lay back on the edge of the bed, somewhat uncomfortable about being the fifth wheel.
"Don't be silly," Marnie giggled. "Hal wanted you here, silly! It was his idea to invite you, wasn't it, Hal?"
The dark man with the sleepy eyes nodded at the brunette, cupping one large tit for emphasis. "Yeah, I told Marnie it might be nice to have a three-way fuck for a change."
Marnie bent down now and sucked Hal's cock into her mouth.
"Delicious!" the perky blonde squeaked.
Jennifer watched her friend suck Hal's prick. It excited her to watch the blonde lick his cock. The sight of her friend's lips stretched around his cockshaft was incredibly erotic.
"Delicious fuck-meat!" the blonde gurgled, sucking Hal's fuckpole until it was rigid and throbbing. Then she pulled her mouth off his pole and demanded that he go down on her.
The blonde lay back with her legs obscenely stretched. "Eat my cunt, loverboy," she purred. "Get your mouth on my pussy!"
She lay there with her cunt gaping open, her fingers wantonly rubbing her slimy folds of pussy flesh. She waved her legs in the air now, wailing for him to get his mouth on her cunt.
Hal moved lazily around, winking at Jennifer and crouching down between Mamie's thighs. The brunette watched as he clamped his mouth down on the blonde's hairy wet crotch and sucked in a great mouthful of cunt-flesh.
Marnie humped up and slammed her cunt against his mouth. She grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth firmly against her pussy. He pressed down on her thighs and pulled back a bit, lapping his tongue up and down her gash.
He found her clit and flicked his tongue over the turbid bean. Jennifer watched his wriggling tongue lick and lap the pink meat of her friend's pussy. She could see the thick whitish cuntjuice slithering out of Mamie's cunt to wash over Hal's lips and tongue and teeth.
He slurped up her juices and swallowed it down, licking his lips and finally straightening up. He wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand and grunted at Marnie to get on her hands and knees.
Squealing with delight, the little blonde eagerly obeyed. She scrambled onto her hands and knees and lowered her head and shoulders to the mattress.
Jennifer sat back, leaning on one arm, mesmerized by the sight of Hal positioning himself behind Mamie's upturned ass. His eyes half-closed, he ran his hands over the blonde's plump white asscheeks, fingering her cuntlips and finally tickling her asshole.
Marnie swayed her ass in his face, her hands cupping her tits and moaning deep in her throat for him to stick it in and fuck her.
Slowly, at his own pace, he placed his oozing cockhead at the mouth of Mamie's cunthole. He glanced over at Jennifer, rubbing her cuntmeat and staring at his cock, and smiled. Then he lurched forward and buried his cock balls-deep inside the blonde's grasping hairy pussy.
Marnie started babbling instructions, telling him where to rub and how deep to fuck. He paid no attention to the little blonde, his eyes on Jennifer and his hands clutching Mamie's hips.
Licking his lips lasciviously at the brunette, he plunged his prick in and out of Mamie's hot cunt with long smooth strokes of his big fuckpole.
He grunted now, closing his eyes and fucking faster. Jennifer rubbed her cuntmeat in a frenzy, but still felt left out. Moving closer to the couple, she slowly placed one hand on Hal's bouncing balls and the other on his slippery cockshaft. The feel of his wet fuckpole as it slid in and and out of Mamie's juicy cunthole was incredibly erotic.
Soon her fingers were wet with cuntjuice. Jennifer couldn't resist bringing her them up to her mouth and sucking off her friend's juices.
She held on tight to Hal's balls, bloated now and filled with jism. The blonde hissed for him to fuck her harder, and he suddenly pulled his cock out of her cunt.
She wailed and begged him to stick it back in, but he only laughed and rubbed his cockhead over the puckered ring of her asshole.
"Yes!" she hissed. "Fuck my ass! Oh, God, yes! Stick it in my ass, Hal! Fuck me there!"
"You talk too much!" he croaked, moving his cockhead away from her shitter and pumping his meat. "She talks too damn much," he said to Jennifer. "You don't say much. That's good. I like quiet women."
"I'll be quiet," Marnie said. "I won't say another word."
He moved his cockhead back to the blonde's wrinkled grommet. "That's better," he hissed. "Much better."
Mesmerized, Jennifer sat back and watched as he slowly pushed his fuckpole inside her friend's shit-hole. It was a sight she never got tired of. She was terribly turned on by the scene. The sight of Hal's thick cock entering the blonde's stretched shitter made her shiver with lust.
She moved her hand down to her crotch again and began rubbing her cunt as Hal finished driving the entire length of his prick inside Mamie's shit-chute.
A low wail of ecstasy escaped the blonde's throat and she tossed her long hair from side to side, gyrating her ass as she babbled.
"Shut up!" Hal grunted, and the little blonde did as he said.
He glanced over at Jennifer. "Shit, she just can't keep her mouth shut."
Turning his attention back to Mamie's ass, he began stroking slowly in and out of the blonde's sucking asshole with a steady rhythm.
"Good tight asshole!" he grunted.
He gradually fucked her faster. One finger strumming her clit, Jennifer pushed three fingers into her cunthole and fucked her cunt. She moaned softly as she watched Hal's cock plunge in and out of Mamie's tight clutching shit-tube.
When Marnie cried out that she was coming, Jennifer rubbed her cunt faster, overcome with lust at the sight of her friend spasming in a frantic orgasm.
One hand fingering her cunthole, Jennifer placed her other hand back on Hal's balls and waited for him to shoot off. She didn't have long to wait. In a moment he bellowed and lurched forward, grunting like a jungle animal in heat.
Holding tightly to his ball-sac, Jennifer felt his jism pumping out of his eggs. She rubbed her cunt in a frenzy as she brought herself off.
When Hal was through shooting off, He grunted with exhaustion and pulled his softening cock out of Mamie's still sucking asshole. Still rubbing her clit, Jennifer brought herself off again, her eyes on Mamie's spasming brownie.
After that the three of them showered together, the two women soaping Hal's cock and balls. He leaned back against the wall and let them make a fuss over him, as if it was his due. His cock got hard again in no time.
He stuck two fingers in each of their cunts, and they squealed with delight. Jennifer shyly stuck a finger up his asshole and he grunted with pleasure, finger-fucking their pussies with vigorous strokes.
When they got out of the shower and dried off, he told them he wanted to see them get it on.
Jennifer blanched. She and Marnie looked at each other and they both looked away. They'd fooled around together a lot lately, but never with each other.
"I want to see you suck each other off," he hissed.
"Oh, I don't know," Jennifer said, her eyes down and her face getting red.
"What do you mean, you don't know?" He turned to Marnie. "Is she for real?"
"She's a little shy," Marnie giggled. Then to Jennifer. "What do you say, honey? It might be fun."
The brunette blushed furiously. Marnie moved closer to her friend, running her hands over Jennifer's lush curves, finally cupping her tits in her hands. She pinched the brunette's puckered nipples and whispered in her ear.
"You know it's inevitable, don't you? We'll do it eventually, so why not make Hal happy now?"
Jennifer shivered. Just thinking about making it with Marnie made her quiver with anticipation and lust. She was no lesbian, but the idea of sucking the blonde's cunt appealed to her. She knew it was a perversion, but, shit, so was three-way balling. Anyway, perversion was a matter of definition. She found hardly anything a perversion any more.
She looked up and met Mamie's eyes. Smiling and nodding, she let the blonde lead her over to the bed. Almost as in a dream, the brunette soon found herself stretched out on the bed on her back with Marnie straddled over her. She gasped when she realized that the blonde's cunt was poised directly over her face.
She stared up at her friend's gaping cunt. She examined every nook and cranny of the blonde's hairy gash, closing her eyes and groaning when she felt Mamie's mouth clamp down on her own pussy.
Purring with lust, she reached up to fondle the blonde's asscheeks, pulling the little blonde's cunt down to her mouth. She extended her tongue and hesitantly licked the blonde's slippery outer cuntlips.
It tasted good! She couldn't believe how good it actually was. She'd always thought the taste of pussy was repulsive, but it was actually rather sweet. Thick and slimy and sweet. She wondered if hers tasted as good to Marnie.
The two women were soon squirming and moaning and writhing on the bed as they sucked hungrily at each other's swampy cunt mounds.
Hal crouched down beside them on the bed, his eyes half-closed, breathing hard. He pumped his cock as he watched the two women eat each other out, a steady groan coming out of his throat.
He ran his hands over their bodies. He put one hand over one ass and the other hand over the other ass. As the women sucked in a frenzy, he drilled a finger in each asshole.
Both women cried out through a mouthful of cuntflesh. Jennifer was thrilled at the feel of Hal's thick finger slidig in and out of her shitter. The combination of her best friend's tongue on her clit and Hal's finger up her bung drove her wild.
Suddenly Marnie stuck two fingers inside the brunette's cunthole and Jennifer quickly returned the favor. She shuddered in response to the drilling of her cunthole and asshole and the tonguing of her clit.
The two women climaxed together, a series of spasms racking their bodies. Jennifer lay back, letting the exquisite sensations flood her body.
Hal lay back on the bed now and the blonde quickly straddled him. She squatted over his upthrust prick and yelled for him to fuck her cunt. She pushed his cockhead into her cunthole and eased down on his big prick, swallowing up his fuckpole with her pulpy cuntlips.
By now Jennifer no longer hesitated. She scrambled over him and sat down with her cunt and ass on his face. "It's my turn!" she hissed. "Suck me out now. Suck my cunt!"
"Glad to," he chuckled, pulled her down with eager hands and clamping his mouth down on her cuntmeat.
The two women faced each other, one sitting on his cock and the other sitting on his face. They giggled and grabbed for each other's tits. They rocked back and forth on Hal's rampant fuckpole and sucking mouth, mewling and purring with pleasure.
After a while the two women switched, and Jennifer stuffed his cock inside her cunthole. Marnie sat down on his mouth and rubbed her cunt meat back and forth over his lips and nose and cheeks.
Jennifer pulled up until only his cockhead was in her cunthole, and she fisted his cockshaft and pumped his meat. Then she abruptly sat down, easing her slippery cunthole down on his snake-like prick. She murmured at the feel of his cock in her cunt. His prick filled her cunt to capacity, stretching the mouth of her hole exquisitely.
Her asscheeks brushed his balls, and she looked at her friend squirming on his face. Hal's nose was pushing through the blonde's cuntlips and Jennifer couldn't help but giggle.
The brunette began bouncing up and down on his upthrust fuckpole, reaching back and caressing his bloated balls. She found his puckered asshole and she tickled the little ring.
Hal grunted and groaned, sucking and licking at Mamie's cuntmeat and pumping his ass up to meet Jennifer's pussy. He finally threw both women off his body and looked at Jennifer meaningfully.
"I wanna fuck you for real," he croaked, pushing her over on her back and draping her legs over his shoulders.
Ignoring Marnie, he drilled his fuckpole into the brunette's sopping pussy. Jennifer sobbed and wailed with lust, humping her ass up off the mattress to meet his thrusts.
He pulled her legs off his shoulders and moved her knees against her tits, turning her crotch up so he could bang her cunthole with hard strokes.
Each thrust of his fuck-tube jarred her bones and brought a moan out of her throat. Marnie apparently couldn't stand to be left out, because the little blonde suddenly climbed over Jennifer and sat down on the brunette's face.
She began rocking up and down on her friend's mouth, squirming her hips and rubbing her cunt on Jennifer's nose and mouth. Jennifer opened her mouth and began sucking the blonde's oozing cuntflesh.
Hal pumped his prick in a frenzy now, in and out of Jennifer's yawning cunt. She was almost there, close to coming, and the feel of his hand pinching her assflesh pushed her even closer. When he grunted and drilled a finger inside her shitter she went wild and spasmed convulsively around his prick.
Her cries of passion were muffled by Marnie's cuntflesh, but her orgasm was incredible. She spasmed again when Hal began coming, blasting a thick load of sticky fuck-cream into her fuck-channel.
The brunette sucked up Mamie's cuntjuice and Hal's finger continued plunging in and out of her shitter. She shuddered and spasmed again and again.
Hal finally pulled his cock out of her cunt and lay back on the pillows, breathing hard.
Jennifer groaned when she felt Mamie's mouth on her cunt. A shudder ran through her body as the blonde clamped her mouth down on her fucked out cuntmeat and brought her off again.
CHAPTER NINE
A few weeks later Jennifer's whole world exploded before her eyes.
She'd run into Jimmy Austin again and brought him home with her. Harry was out of town and she expected him home later that night. She and the teenager were in bed, and Jimmy was reaming her asshole, when she heard the front door slam. In a moment Harry walked into the room.
Jimmy grabbed his clothes and disappeared in a hurry. Jennifer lay on the bed trembling with fear. The anger in Harry's face was frightening. He walked slowly over to where Jennifer was cringing on the bed.
"So you like getting it in the ass!" he snarled.
She didn't answer. She decided it would be best to keep quiet and let him vent his anger. Shivering with apprehension, she pulled the sheet up to her chin.
Harry stalked over to the bed and pulled the sheet off her body.
"Get on your knees and bend over, slut!" he hissed. "If you can do it for some strange kid, you can do it for your husband!"
"You go to hell," she whispered. Deciding not to play the part of the fallen woman, she looked at him defiantly.
Harry raised his hand and brought it down hard on her cheek. The slap came as a shock. It wasn't the pain as much as it was the hurt that her own husband would hit her. The outline of his fingers on her face, she flew across the bed and fell onto the floor. She lay there in a heap, sobbing her eyes out.
She heard him walk out of the room, and she got up from the floor and started to walk into the bathroom. When he returned he pulled her back and threw her down on a chair.
"What are you doing with that rope?" she said, her eyes on the long strand of rope wound around his hand.
"What do you think?" he sneered, pulling her up roughly, and draping her over the back of the chair.
She knew now what he was going to do, and she felt helpless to resist. Her own husband was going to tie her up like some animal. She fought back tears, not wanting him to know just how frightened she was.
He soon had her placed so that her head was down and her ass was pointed at the ceiling.
"Do you know the kind of woman who lets a man fuck her in the ass?" he hissed.
She decided not to argue with him, and said nothing.
"You were having a good time," he said, slapping her hard on the ass. "And with a kid!"
"Fuck you!" she said. "You don't pay any attention to me!"
He slapped her again and she told him to fuck himself again. She sounded stronger than she felt. She knew Harry had every right in the world to be angry. He had found her in bed with another man. Well, really a boy, but it was the same thing. Even though she'd been forced into it by Harry's lack of attention, society said she was the one being unfaithful.
God, it's so hypocritical! she thought. I cheat because he neglects me and in the eyes of society, I'm the one who's a slut. It's crazy! In any case her life had been intact an hour ago, and now it was up for grabs.
He moved around behind her now and she gasped when she felt his hands on her ass. A shiver ran down her spine when he began fondling the firm white globes, finally moving his fingers into the crack of her ass.
"Does it feel good, cunt?" he said, running a fingertip over the ring of her asshole. She squirmed around and whimpered when he pushed the finger inside her puckered shit-tube. She'd done a lot of ass-fucking lately, and she was a little sore, but it felt good anyway. Besides, she was getting turned-on. The fact that Harry was fingering her ass was very exciting, but she didn't want him to know that.
She couldn't control her cunt. She spasmed and creamed, fighting the sensations, but losing the battle.
"You love it, don't you? How many guys have been in the back door lately, Jennie?"
He screwed his finger in and out of her shitter, muttering and using his other hand to pinch her assflesh.
"Harry, you're hurting me!" she said.
"Fuck you! I'll bet that kid didn't hurt you!
Did you tell the teenage wonder he was hurting you?"
"Harry, you're going to be sorry for this!" she hissed.
He pulled his finger out of her shitter and she heard him stripping. He threw his pants and shorts and shirt on the floor, and came around to face her.
He stood in front of her face, a look of rage on his features. His cock was hard and it swayed directly under her nose. His cockhead was level with her mouth and she saw the clear drop of cockjuice brimming in his pisshole. She couldn't help herself. Even though she was tied up and demeaned, she was terribly excited by it all.
Now Harry fisted his thick cockshaft and rubbed it over her face, smearing his cockjuice on her cheeks and chin and nose.
"Get your mouth open!" he hissed.
She knew she should be angry, but she eagerly opened her mouth. He stood still, his cockhead two inches from her lips. She could smell his male odor and she salivated with anticipation. When he moved forward, she found herself stuffed with his throbbing fuckpole.
Grunting, he pushed forward again and then his cockhead was jabbing at the back of her throat, and his balls were tickling her chin.
"Suck!" he grunted.
He began fucking her mouth. He held her head in an iron grip and used her mouth as though it were a cunt. He'd never fucked her face like this before, and Jennifer was thrilled. She wondered where he'd learned to do this, but then she got caught up in the excitement of the sucking and forgot about it. Anyway, she didn't care. Saliva streamed out of the corners of her mouth as she sucked and slurped over his rampant cockmeat.
"Good, Jennie, good!" he said. "You've had a lot of practice, haven't you, bitch?"
She couldn't have answered if she'd wanted to. Her mouth was stuffed with his prick, and she almost gagged once or twice.
"Who taught you to suck like this, huh?" he grunted. "Did that kid show you how to give head?"
Jennifer averted her eyes, but continued sucking on his pulsating fuck-tube. She was being literally raped by her own husband, but she didn't care. It was tremendously exciting, and she was totally turned-on.
Apparently Harry was too. He groaned now and Jennifer knew he was about to come. She clutched at his fuckpole with her throat muscles, his thick wriggling cockshaft sliding in and out of her mouth.
A deep grunt erupted from his chest as he began shooting off. Spurt after spurt of thick hot jism gushed over her tongue and slid down her throat. She swallowed convulsively as he drained his balls.
Not wanting to lose a drop of the delicious cream, she worked her lips over his cockhead to squeeze the last few drops out of his knob. When he finally pulled his prick out of her mouth, she licked her lips with smacking sounds.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, facing her. "Good head, Jennie," he said. "Now, start talking. How long have you been fucking around? How many guys have you fucked behind my back in my house?"
"Untie me," she said. "I don't have to tell you anything!"
He laughed. "You're in no position to be so bitchy. You're lucky I'm not breaking your neck, you cunt!"
She shuddered. Her words meant nothing. It was a false bravado, and he probably knew it. She felt cuntjuice oozing out of her pussy and drenching her thighs. She was tied up like a wild beast and she loved every minute of it! God, she was getting freaky!
"If you paid some attention to me, I wouldn't have to fuck other men," she said.
"Shut up!" he hissed, smacking her across her face.
He moved around behind her again and squeezed and pinched her asscheeks. Moving a hand underneath, he pinched her yawning cuntlips, wiping his wet fingers on her thighs.
"Juicy cunt," he muttered. "You really are a whore!"
"And you're a sonofabitch!" she yelled.
"Shut up, whore!"
He shoved two fingers inside her cunthole and rammed them in and out a few times. He rubbed her clit and she finally moaned, unable to hold back her intense reaction to his hands.
"You're having a good time!" he chuckled. "Any decent woman would be miserable, but you're having a good time! Incredible!"
His fingers plunged in and out of her cunthole. Jennifer moaned when she felt another finger slithering inside her shit-tube. The penetration of both holes at the same time drove her wild with lust, and she cried out her ecstasy.
"More, cunt?" he hissed, shoving another finger inside her cunthole.
She had three fingers in her cunt and one in her ass and he plunged them in and out of the two holes. She wriggled her hips and squirmed against the restraints, crying out that she was coming. He laughed and pulled his hand away.
"Harry!" she yelled. "Finish me off! I'm almost there! Don't stop now!"
He laughed again, a cruel laugh, his fingers rubbing her asshole. Jennifer suddenly realized he was rubbing cunt juice over her shitter, lubricating her asshole with her slippery cunt-' cream. She moaned when a moment later his cockhead pressed at the ring of her asshole. Grunting, he pushed forward and drove his cock to the hilt inside her shit-tube.
She wailed and sobbed, as he plowed into her ass. When he was all the way in he pulled out again, and then began stroking smoothly in and out of her brownie as if it were a cunt. She started coming, her asshole clamping down on his prick.
She shuddered and moaned, her whole body trembling, but he continued fucking her ass with brutal strokes of his fuckpole. His belly slapped her asscheeks and he moved a hand under her body to find a pussy. In a moment she felt his fingers plunging in and out of her cunthole as he fucked her asshole with his snake-like prong.
She came again and again and again. Waves of hot pleasure washed over her body and she felt overwhelmed by the exquisite sensations. When she had recovered from her final orgasm, he pulled his cock out of her ass and moved around to her face.
"Okay, you piece of shit, eat some shit!" he grunted, shoving his prick into her mouth.
She tried to turn her face away, but he forced his cock between her lips. Once it was in her mouth, she began to suck it, not caring anymore that it had just been in her ass.
He shot off again in her mouth, and when he was through he untied her. She felt stiff and sore, but she refused to let him know just how uncomfortable she was.
"Go clean yourself off," he said. "You're a mess!"
He went into the living room and Jennifer got into the shower. She lathered up her body, tingling with pleasure despite the rope marks. She rubbed soap over her cunt bush and asshole, wondering what would happen next, shivering with anticipation.
For some crazy reason she wasn't upset about what was happening. She had a feeling it was a turning point in her marriage, but that everything would straighten itself out.
When she had dried herself off she returned to the bedroom and put on a sheer black negligee. Stepping into high-heeled mules, she inspected herself in the mirror.
Her eyes stared back at her, glittering and happy. Satisfied. The eyes of a satisfied woman. Jesus, I've just been tied up and slapped around, and I'm reveling in it, she thought. God, what a slut I've become!
She walked into the living room and sat down next to Harry. He was sipping a martini, and his eyes widened when he saw her. He began fondling his cock, a big grin on his face.
"Walk around," he said. "Let's see the stuff."
She pranced around the room, her tits bouncing and her asscheeks quivering. She giggled at his reaction to her half-naked body as she moved slowly around the sofa in front of him.
Finally he pulled her over to stand between his legs. He ran his hands over her ass and tits. "You're a sexy cunt, you know it? A natural born prick-teaser. You like turning me on, don't you?" he chuckled.
"Yes, dear," she purred, smiling down at him.
She moved her hands to her crotch and framed her cunt bush with her fingers. His eyes on her cunt, gaping open through the sheer black lace, he fisted his cockshaft and began slowly pumping his fuckpole.
Jennifer moved one hand to her jiggling titflesh and rubbed her long pink nipples.
"Play with your cunt," he said. "It turns me on to see you masturbate."
She flushed, despite herself. She moved her hand inside her negligee and began rubbing her pulpy wet cuntlips. Her petal-like inner lips were soaked with cuntjuice, and Harry's eyes glittered as he watched.
"Oh, fuck, you're a trip," he breathed, pumping his prick more quickly now.
She rubbed faster too, moving a finger in a circular motion over her stiff little clit. He grunted, pumping his cock faster and faster, urging her on.
She shivered with lust when he told her to open her cuntlips. The hot look in his eyes made her pussy quiver. She pried her cuntlips open with both hands and then stood still, watching the effect on Harry.
He reached over and cupped her asscheeks, pulling her towards him. Groaning, she removed her hands from her pussy and humped her crotch against his face.
He clamped his mouth down over her cunt meat, working his lips and tongue into her juice-coated muff. She moaned, mashing her clit against his nose. The touch of his mouth on her gash drove her wild.
He forced her to move her legs apart, raising one foot up on his knee to totally expose her crotch to his face. Then he plastered his mouth down on her open gash. Jennifer cried out, her eyes shut tight and her mouth open in a grimace of lust.
He rubbed and sucked her clit and asshole, probing his tongue into her perking cunthole. He drank up the thick syrup gushing out of her fuck-tube and slid his tongue inside her snatch.
She gazed down at his upturned face, his mouth hidden by her pussy thicket. She pumped her cunt against his mouth, bucking her hips and fucking his face with her steaming pussy.
Frantically gyrating her hips, she wailed as the orgasm hit her. Her pussy spasmed on his mouth as she groaned and shivered and shook.
When he finally pulled his face away from her crotch, he looked up at her with his cunt juice-soaked face and smiled. "Now it's my turn," he said. "Suck my cock, Jen."
Whimpering with lust she slipped down to her knees in front of his crotch and took hold of his throbbing prick. Harry tangled his fingers in her hair, finally bending down and kissing her.
Jennifer held his fuckpole against her face, caressing it with her nose and cheeks and eyes. She nuzzled the thick rod, loving the feel of it against her face.
She began sucking him, licking his cock as though it were a lollipop. She lapped her tongue up and down his cockshaft, swirling it over his fat cockhead.
She cradled his balls in her hand, fondling his bloated nuts and sliding her fingers under ball-bag to find his asshole. She closed her mouth over his cockhead and sucked it into the warm wet cave of her throat. She pushed it partway out and tightened the ring of her lips around his rod. She fisted his cockshaft and applied suction to his fuckmeat. She wanted his jism down her throat. Snorting and mewling, she began bobbing her head up and down, gluttonously sucking on his fuckpole.
Bucking his ass up off the sofa, he fucked his cock into her face and began shooting off. He shuddered and grunted, shooting his load of fuck oil down her throat.
She kept sucking, holding tight to his cylinder of flesh and swallowing down his load of squirmy liquid. When his balls were drained, she lapped her tongue over his cockhead to wipe up the last remnants of fuck-cream and swallow them down.
They fell over onto the carpet in each other's arms. Leaning over, Harry kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear. "Boy, was my father ever wrong!"
CHAPTER TEN
Myrna Broderick spread her legs wide and licked her lips. "Touch me there, Harry," she purred. "Touch my cunt."
Harry stared down at the redhead's cunt bush. When he had accepted the invitation to the Broderick's, Sam had indicated that it was going to be a special kind of party. What he hadn't spelled out was that it was a swinging orgy. There were around six couples there, and before he knew it he found himself in bed with Myrna Broderick. He didn't know where Jennifer was, but he had a hunch she was somewhere with Sam.
He chuckled to himself. It was all so crazy, but their marriage had certainly perked up. He was no longer inhibited with Jennie. He realized that fucking had nothing to do with purity, and a woman could be both a lady in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom.
Now he turned his attention back to Myrna. She was a dish, all right. She was stretched out on her back, with her dress pulled up to expose her slender well-shaped thighs. Her tits were falling out of her dress and his cock throbbed as his eyes raked over her body.
Licking his lips, he slid his hand up her thighs, his fingers grazing her crotch. Curly dark hair peeped out of the crotch of her bikini panties. The thin nylon was soaked with juice, and Harry realized she wanted him to fuck her.
He could see her cuntlips pouting open, and he could almost feel them sucking at the tip of his cock. His fuckpole throbbed with excitement as he crouched down between her thighs on the bed.
Myrna moaned as he stroked the insides of one thigh with one hand, and rubbed her belly with the other. He slid his hand inside the low neckline of her knit dress and pulled at one round jug.
She pulled the dress off her shoulders and flipped off her bra. Her tits sprang free, her thick nipples stiff and quivering, begging for attention. The redhead purred when he flicked her nipples with his fingertips.
She spread her legs further apart as he rolled one nipple between his fingers. He used his other hand to pull her panties off her hips.
She picked her ass up and encouraged him to pull the bikinis off her feet. Leaning forward, he sucked one of her juicy nipples into his mouth. Digging her nails into the back of his neck, she pressed his face to her tittie flesh. Licking his tongue over her quivering globe, he grunted as he sucked and lapped over her sensitive flesh.
She gurgled when he tried to suck one entire tit into his mouth. He suctioned in the small melon, and then returned to her stiff nipple. He squeezed the stiff bean between his lips, mashing it with his tongue.
Yanking her dress off, he pulled her ass closer to him and positioned her legs on either side of him. Myrna's eyes glittered as he pulled his zipper down.
In a moment his cock sprang free from his pants and swayed in the air. He stroked it a few times with his hand, and when he released it, it swayed like a baseball bat from side to side.
The redhead stared at his throbbing, juicy-looking prick and bit her lip in eager anticipation.
"Dynamite prick," she murmured. "Oh, my, Jennifer's a lucky girl!"
Crouching down between her open legs, Harry ran his hands over the delicate flesh on the insides of her thighs. She purred and closed her eyes when he bent down to press his lips against her cunt bush. Her gash was drenched with slippery cuntjuice, and her pussy smell made him shiver with lust.
A shiver ran through her body as she spread her thighs wider apart. He stared at her lush cunt, at her slick pink cuntlips and her thick curly crotch hair. Their eyes met and they smiled at each other. The redhead licked her lips suggestively.
"Harry, suck my pussy!" she groaned.
Wrapping her legs around his head, she urged him on. He lowered his face and covered her crotch with his mouth. Her slimy cuntlips felt hot beneath his lips, and the redhead's body trembled as he extended his tongue and licked her cuntflesh.
"Oh, yes, yes!" she wailed. "Oh, that's good! Jesus, that's so good, Harry!"
She clamped her thighs around his head and drew him closer to her cunt. He slid his hands under her ass and grabbed her asscheeks, pressing his mouth down firmly on her gaping cunt.
She squirmed in his hands, moaning as he lapped at her fuzz-covered pussy. He slid his tongue inside her slimy fuck-channel, probing and tickling her with the tip of his tongue. He rammed his tongue up as far as it would go, and she cried out with ecstasy.
"That's wonderful!" she sobbed. "Don't stop! Please, don't stop!"
Her clit rubbed against his nose, and he massaged it as he tongue-fucked her cunthole. Pulling back, he took the tiny nub in his teeth and bit down, feeling it quiver against his tongue. He pressed down on the quivering bean, flicking it back and forth with his tongue.
She cried out, pulling his face more firmly into her crotch. She held his head in a vise-like grip as he dug his fingers into her soft ass-flesh.
He rubbed the flat of his tongue back and forth over her love button until she began spasming in an orgasm. She kicked her feet over his shoulders, frantically rubbing her cunt against his mouth and nose and chin.
When she released his head from her thighs and hands, he got up and stripped his clothes off. He came back to the bed, naked now, pumping his prick and pointing it in the redhead's direction.
He leered down at her as she lay back with her legs wide-spread.
"Fuck me, Harry!" she moaned. "Give it to me!"
He moved in again, this time placing himself between her thighs and fitting his cockhead into the socket of her cunthole. She sobbed as he drove his stiff cock into her cunt-channel with a long swift motion. In a moment his prick was balls-deep inside her cunthole, the tight muscles of her fuck-tube gripping and squeezing his fuckpole.
"Give it to me!" she wailed. "Slam it in!"
He began stroking her cunt with vigorous thrusts. He stabbed his slick cock in and out of her hungry pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her.
She dug her fingers into his asscheeks. She forced him to ram every inch of his cock into her cunt. She bounced up and down as he pounded her pussy. He grunted and shivered as the sucking hole of her cunt pulled on his wriggling hunk of meat.
His balls slapped against her ass with each hard thrust. He screwed his prick in and out of her fuckpole with a steady relentless rhythm. The harder he rammed her, the more she seemed to want it. Sweat poured down his body and she rolled her head on the pillow.
Guttural sounds came out of her throat as she pumped her hips in a frenzy to meet each stroke of his cock. Her cunt-channel clutched his cock and he felt himself slide into a climax. He couldn't hold back. When Myrna shuddered and came the spasming of her cunt pushed him over the brink.
A load of hot jism surged though his cockhead and exploded into her convulsing pussy. Wave after wave of hot pleasure swept over his body as thick spurts of fuck-cream jetted out of his cockhead. When he rolled off her body, they collapsed in each other's arms.
Meanwhile Sam and Jennifer were in another room. Sam had his tongue in Jennifer's mouth and she was sucking it in. He suddenly pushed her away and growled.
"Entertain me," he said. "Do a sexy dance, baby."
She gazed at him with glittering eyes. She knew what he meant. She'd done a sexy dance for him when they'd been together once, and he loved it.
He leaned back on the bed, settling comfortably against the pillows. He used one hand to lightly fondle his prick through his pants.
Jennifer got up off the bed and moved to the middle of the room. She began by slowly removing her dress, slowing raising the hemline, then teasing him by dropping it again. Finally she pulled the dress over her head and took it off, tossing it over a chair.
Sam stared at her with glittering eyes. She wore a tiny pair of black lace bikini panties and a flimsy black lace half-bra. Her full ripe tits bulged over the little cups, bringing a twitch to his prick.
She turned on the radio and found a station playing funky rock music. She began swaying to the beat of the music, her eyes on Sam lying on the bed, his hand pressed against the bulge in his crotch. He smiled up at her, licking his lips suggestively.
"Shake it, baby!" he hissed.
Swaying to the beat of the music, she turned around and slid the crotch of the bikini panties into her asscrack. Then she turned back to face him.
"Shit, yeah, take it off!" he grunted, pumping his prick with more vigor now.
She stood in front of the bed with her legs wide apart, her hands on her hips. She wore high heels and sheer black stockings. She looked sexy and she knew it. Now that she and Harry had a new understanding, her life was perfect.
"I'm gonna eat you up!" he hissed. "Hot little baby!"
Jennifer giggled, turning around with her back to him. Bending over, she shoved her ass back in his face, swaying to the music, and wiggling her ass suggestively.
"Oh, Sam, I'm getting so hot!" she purred, gyrating her hips in his face.
She turned around to face him again, running her tongue purposefully over her full lips. Then reaching behind her back she unhooked her bra and slowly pulled it away from her jiggling titflesh.
Sam's prick was out of his fly now, standing straight up and dripping cockjuice. She leaned over and pumped his cockskin up and down a few times, dropping it to resume her dance.
He stared at her, a big grin on his face. He was completely mesmerized by the sexy brunette. He knew that Myrna and Harry were together in another bedroom, and the thought of his redheaded wife being fucked by Harry Parker turned him on even more. His cock was hard as steel and primed for fucking. He wondered if the two couples would eventually get together. If he knew Myrna, she'd arrange something.
Jennifer was playing with her nipples now, flicking her fingers over the stiff little nubs. She fondled and pinched the quivering buds, purring at the sensations in her cunt. She loved playing with herself in front of a man. She'd been thrilled when Harry had made her masturbate in front of him. They did it regularly now, and she knew it was a real turn-on for a man. Cupping her heavy globes, she blew kisses to the man on the bed, thrilled by the way Sam was looking at her.
"Get your pants off!" he hissed, the smile disappearing and raw lust taking its place on his face.
She slowly shoved her panties down over her hips, swaying and grinding her hips in his direction. She slid them down her long slender legs and finally stepped out of them.
"Oh, yeah!" he grunted. "What a snatch!"
She stood before him now, completely naked, but still wearing the high heels and stockings. She danced over to the bed, thrusting her hips forward and shoving her cunt into his face.
"I'm gonna fuck your brains out!" he hissed, grabbing her, but she was too quick for him and she moved away.
Giggling, she came back to the bed and sat down on the edge. Teasing him, she leaned over and lapped her tongue over his cockhead for a split second and then sat up again. He growled and grabbed for her again, but again she moved away.
Sticking out one long leg, she slowly began peeling the black stockings down. When one was off, she began on the other, and soon both stockings were on the floor with the rest of her clothes.
She moved over to the bed again, swaying to the music and grinding her hips lewdly. She ran her fingers over his bloated ball-sac and then moved away again.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and her tits brushed against his thigh. She unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants off his legs. He wore no shorts, so he was soon naked too.
Giggling like a school-girl, she sat up on the bed with her legs spread wide apart. Her pussy yawned open, wet and hairy. He could see cuntjuice oozing out to drench her cunt bush.
Without a word he pulled her head down to his crotch. He shoved her face against his cock and she giggled, nuzzling his crotch hair. Breathing deeply, she inhaled his male aroma and purred with pleasure.
She began licking his balls now, her warm wet tongue licking lightly over his swollen nuts. He pushed his cock into her hand and she pumped it up and down, moving the delicate cockskin over his thick cylinder of meat.
Now she suctioned his balls into her warm wet mouth, bathing his nuts with her warm saliva. He groaned, and she released him and began running her tongue up and down the length of his prick.
Sam lay back on the pillows and let her work him over. She sucked and licked the sensitive skin of his cock and balls. She squeezed and fondled his ball-bag, the feel of his male-meat against her mouth and hands bringing shivers of lust to her spine.
Now she took his cockhead and sucked it into her mouth, flicking her tongue over his slit, her pussy creaming. She licked up his cock-cream and clamped her mouth down on his knob. She licked and sucked the spongy bulb and moved a hand around to find his asshole. When she found it, she drilled a finger inside his shitter, his ass lurching up off the bed at the intimate caress.
"Jesus Christ!" he hissed, as she sucked and licked his cockhead.
Her finger ramming in and out of his shit-tube, Jennifer felt her own juices flowing. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling an orgasm building in her cunt.
She slid her wet mouth down to the root of his prick. She plunged it up and down, faster and faster, taking his rod all the way in till it tickled her tonsils.
"I'm gonna blast off!" he grunted. "I'm gonna cream your tonsils!"
With that he lurched forward, his cockhead swelling in her mouth. Grunting, his big mushroomy cockhead exploded in her mouth. Thick, hot, cock-cream blasted into her throat. Jennifer had enough experience to hold on tight and not gag, swallowing every drop of his spunk.
She sucked in a frenzy as he kept shooting off jet after jet of ropy white jism. Suctioning and swallowing in turn, she kept at it until he lay back on the pillows, spent.
Without a word Jennifer lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide. She rubbed her clit with a circular motion and in a moment she too convulsed in an orgasm.
She lay there resting for a moment and then sat up and leaned over Sam's inert body. His cock was still half-hard. She smiled, kissing him on the lips and plunging her tongue into his mouth.
Moving over, she lay down on top of him, mashing her cunt down onto his prick. She felt his cock getting stiff again, and soon he was ready for fucking.
He grabbed her asscheeks and found her asshole. He ran a finger over her little bung, and her heart raced when he pressed the digit into her little brownie.
"Yes, Sam, yes!" she sobbed.
He pistoned his fingers in and out of her shit-chute. She shoved a tit into his mouth and he sucked and licked the quivering pink nipple. She wiggled and mewled under his caresses, finally pressing hard against him as he sucked her titflesh into his mouth.
She mashed her body against him, wild with lust. She quickly moved out of his grasp and straddled him. She lowered her wide open pussy down over his up-thrust prick.
When the door opened and closed, Jennifer didn't hear it, but Sam did. He grinned at something, but the brunette paid no attention. Cooing, she slid her pussy down on his thick cockshaft, taking him in until his crotch hair tickled her cuntlips.
"Fuck my pussy!" she wailed. "Fuck me, Sam!"
Suddenly another pair of hands began rubbing her asscheeks, and yet another began playing with her tits. Turning around she looked into Harry's eyes. Giggling, she turned to see who was behind her fondling her asscheeks and purred when she saw it was Myrna.
Jennifer's cunt spasmed then and she shuddered wildly and started coming. Her orgasm set off Sam's and he bellowed with lust. Harry sucked on her tits and Myrna caressed her jiggling assflesh. She bounced up and down on Sam's cock, milking every drop of jism out of his balls.
When it was over, Myrna and Harry tore their clothes off and joined them on the bed. Jennifer found herself in Harry's arms. "I love you!" she cried.
