Roxanne heard Larry's key in the door and waited until he was inside before she sauntered across the room toward him.
He grinned lewdly as his eyes wandered over her body slowly, savoring the beautiful sight, and settled on her pale pink areolae and long, thick nipples. Every time he looked at her naked body, his cock tingled.
Her cat-that-ate-the-canary grin and the drink in her hand made an explicit proclamation of what she had in mind before dinner. Probably after dinner, too. Dinner wasn't such a big deal anyway. She couldn't cook worth a damn.
"Your tits jiggle so nicely when you walk," he said. He cupped one of her solid tit mounds and accepted the glass and took a gulp of its potent contents.
"They jiggle more when I wear high heels," she said, "but I fixed a bath for you and I can't get in the tub wearing shoes."
He ran his fuck finger through her slit, and with the tip of his finger hovering lightly on her clit, kissed each of her nipples and felt them swell.
She unzipped his pants and dug out his cock and fondled it lovingly and tilted her head for a kiss. For a brief time, they kissed while she gently jerked his dick and he tenderly toyed with her clit, then she broke the kiss and took a step back, breathing hard, a sparkle of carnal joy lighting up her eyes.
Holding his prick like a handle, she led him to the bathroom and undressed him, pausing occasionally to kiss his cock and fondle his balls.
"You know that I take a shower," he said.
"Not tonight, darling. Relax while I hang up your clothes, then I'll join you."
"Oh, now I understand why you wanted me to take a tub bath."
"I always knew you were a bright guy," she teased.
Roxy came and climbed in the large sunken tub and sat in front of Larry, and spread her legs. "Slide up closer, darling, so you can play with my pussy." She put her legs around his waist and sighed when he started dabbling in her pussy with light fingers. "I don't have any personal experience to speak of, but from what I've read, you aren't like other guys."
"I wouldn't know," he chuckled. "I've never hung out with the guys, or talked to them about my sex life. I prefer the company of girls."
"I know," she said. "You're loving and considerate without being a wimp. At first, it made me jealous, then I realized that it was actually a blessing for me. If you didn't like girls in general, you couldn't love me."
"You're wise beyond your years."
"Wise enough to know that when you make that comment, you're hung up on the difference in our ages again. You're only thirty-five, darling, and that's far from old."
"And you're only twenty, and that fifteen years makes me feel really old sometimes. When you're fifty, I'll be sixty-five, and I don't know if I'll still be able to take care of your needs.'"
"If I have anything to say about it, you will," she laughed. "Your cock might not get hard as fast, or as often, but it will get hard, and I don't think your tongue will be worn out."
"Remember that old saying that man can't live by bread alone. You'll never get too old to need more than oral sex."
She hunched at his hand. "Finger-fuck me, use two fingers, and fill my pussy real full. Mmmmmm, yes, that feels so good. We always have vibrators, darling. Or maybe we'll hire a young guy to take care of the lawn and do odd jobs around the house and chauffeur us around in a limo. By then, you'll be CEO, so we'll be able to afford it."
"Would those odd jobs include fucking my wife?"
Roxy chuckled sexily. "When you see a girl with great legs or a perfect ass or beautiful tits, don't you wonder what it would be like to fuck her?"
When a wife asks such a leading question, most husbands tend to get a little paranoid, and Larry was no different. "I have a girl with great legs and a perfect ass and beautiful tits," he replied.
"Oh, cut out the wishy-washy bullshit and answer my question," she said, keeping her manner light so he would know she wasn't angry, "I'm not trying to trap you."
"Yeah, the thought crosses my mind now and then," he admitted.
"Of course it does, just as the thought crosses my mind when I see a guy who turns me on. But that doesn't mean I'm going to do anything about it. Fantasies are safe, as long as you don't let them get out of hand."
"Some people live out their fantasies," he mused.
"Keep your fingers in my cunt and put a finger in my ass and finger-fuck both holes at once." She curled her crotch up to help him. "What's your favorite fantasy, the one you would most like to live out, watching another guy fuck me?" She knew it wasn't, but she couldn't help teasing him. "You often tell me that you're afraid I'm more than you can handle."
"Do you want me to watch another guy fuck you?"
"We're talking about your fantasies, darling," she chuckled, "not mine."
"Why can't we talk about yours?"
"Rub your fingers together inside me," she whispered. "Mmmmmm, that's right, do it slowly." She took a deep breath, expelled it slowly, and hunched on his fingers. "I'm going to cum in a minute, but you don't have to stop. I don't really have a favorite fantasy, darling. Maybe I haven't lived long enough, or maybe you keep me so happy, I don't need one. I like to think of new and different ways of making love with you, but that isn't the same as a fantasy."
"There's still so much I don't know about you," he said softly, watching his fingers slide in and out of her body under the water. Playing with her was one of his greatest pleasures.
"Darling, I don't want you to know everything about me," she said. "If we ever reach that point, you'll probably lose interest in me. A little mystery adds spice to life." Her ass started going up and down and around and around a little faster.
"Your ass is pretty tight. Am I hurting you?"
"No, your finger feels good. Do you like to stick your finger in my ass?"
"Well, it's certainly different. Yeah, I like it. It seems so personal. Sort of kinky. I've never known a girl who would let me even touch her ass-hole, let alone put my finger in it. They think it's perverted."
Roxy smiled dreamily. "About as personal as you can get, darling. Perversion is in the eye of the beholder. My brain is getting a little fuzzy, so let's see if I can get this right. Whatever you want me to do, I'll consider it, and whatever you want to do with me or to me is fine, as long as you don't hurt me. I can't stand pain."
"That covers a lot of ground."
"I know, darling, I meant for it to cover as much ground as possible." A pink flush covered her face and chest and she sucked in her breath and held it and hunched hard on his fingers, then let her breath out in a whoosh and gasped, "Here I go, darling!"
He continued to pump his fingers in her pussy and ass and watched her face go through a gamut of expressions as she climaxed. "Leave your fingers in me," she whispered.
She sat up and scrubbed him with a rough loofah until his skin tingled, then soaped her hands and washed his balls and cock, and manipulated his cock until it was fully erect, which didn't take much.
She grinned and applied more soap to her hands and slowly, lovingly, jerked him, using both hands, one above the other. She held his prick erect with her left hand, made a ring with the thumb and forefinger of her right hand and slipped it over his bare knob, then twisted her hand with an exaggerated movement while sliding it up and down on just his cockhead.
"Damn," he muttered, "that's different."
She looked at him and grinned. "You were blessed with a splendid cock, darling," she whispered, "and I love to play with it." She tightened her left hand around the shaft. "I can feel your pulse throbbing in it. Hard to believe it gets so hard from just filling with blood.
"Yeah, one of the mysteries of life," he muttered. His ass humped gently, shoving the head of his prick through her right hand.
"The first time I saw your cock, I knew I was a very lucky girl."
"How did you know? You're only twenty, and I'm only the second man you've ever had."
"The first, really," she giggled. "The other one doesn't count. He was a bumbler who didn't know any more than I did, and he made a mess all over my pussy before he got his cock in me. At least I think he got it in me. It was so quick, it was hard to tell, but I do know that he didn't even hump once." She alternated between tightening and loosening the ring of her fingers as she stimulated the head of his cock.
Intense longing radiated from the head of his cock, flooded his entire frame, and he grunted. "You have a golden touch."
"Not like Midas, I hope," she giggled, "everything he touched turned to gold, and I want your cock to stay just the way it is, warm and alive and throbbing with pleasure."
She wrapped her left hand around his cock-head and made a loose fist. She cupped his balls in her right hand and rolled the delicate spheres gently, knowing that she held the most sensitive part of his body, and if she wished, she could reduce him to a babbling idiot simply by squeezing hard. For a few moments, she rotated and pumped her hand on just the bare knob.
"God, baby," he moaned, "that feels good!"
"The book said it would," she whispered, "but I wasn't sure."
"Now you know," he exclaimed, half under his breath as rapture threatened to take away his voice.
"Would you like me to stop wearing bras?"
Larry blinked his eyes and got a little control over his emotions. "Where did that come from? This conversation is zigzagging all over the place."
"Well, Carla Bellino never wears a bra, and I know you like the way her tits bounce and jiggle."
"She is pretty top heavy, isn't she?"
"Yeah, her tits are a lot bigger than mine, but then she's taller, so they look okay on her."
"Nothing wrong with yours, sweetheart," he said. "I think they would look great if you let them run free."
"That's a quaint way to putting it," she snickered. "She doesn't wear panties, either."
"Oh, how do you know?"
"Darling, we play tennis a couple times a week, and I've watched her undress. She doesn't even wear panties under her short tennis skirt, and you ought to see how the guys ogle her. They stumble all over their feet and nearly break their necks trying to watch her run around on the court. She's got an awesome ass and a real thick bush. I guess it shows up more because her hair is so black, like a raven."
"Maybe I ought to take an afternoon off now and then and get in a few games."
"We always play in the morning, darling," Roxy laughed, "then have lunch."
"Does that mean you don't want me to see her bare ass?"
"I'm just telling you when we play tennis, darling. Make of it what you will." She stared at his stiff rod with humid eyes. "You do want me to jack you off, don't you?"
"You appear to have everything well in hand."
"What I have in hand is one great hunk of meat," she said with a giggle, "that fits my pussy perfectly and feels just fabulous in my hand."
She extended her right thumb so it rubbed the head and jacked him so fast, her hand became a white blur. Suddenly, she stuck her left index finger in his ass-hole and giggled when he nearly vaulted out of the tub. "Oh, yeah, you like that, too, don't you? Okay, baby, give me your cum, see if you can hit the ceiling when it blows." Her right hand moved faster, going up and down the full length of his impressive, pulsating shaft. "You can cum any time, lover," she murmured softly. "You always cum so much, and I like to watch you squirt."
Although he welcomed it, he didn't need her approval. He was beyond the point where he could shut off his orgasm no matter what she did. Even if she removed her hand, he would still cum.
He grunted, a raucous sound that started in the bottom of his stomach and poured out of his mouth. An instant later, cum poured from his cock, and his grunts became loud moans, almost yells of joy.
"Ooohhh, darling," she exclaimed in a hoarse whisper, "just look at the cum fly! Oooooo, I love it! My God, you were excited. There must a gallon of the stuff. Just look at it!"
He couldn't look. His cock had expanded so much that it pulled his eyelids down and held them so tight that his eyes wouldn't open. Every muscle in his body felt as tight as a bow string, every nerve jangled and water splashed over the side of the tub with as much force as cum squirted from his cock as he jerked and thrashed.
She jerked him faster, twisting her hand around the shaft as it went up and down, loosening her grip on the upstroke and tightening it on the downstroke. When her hand reached the end of his cock, her palm passed over the tip, capturing some of his sticky essence and spreading it along his shaft as he hand went down, pulling and squeezing his cock until she drained it dry.
Toward the end of his ecstasy, he pried his eyes open and watched her squeeze the last drop of cum from his cock, his eyes darting back and forth between his cock and her face, noting her passionate look and dreamy, half-closed eyes.
"There," she said sweetly, "how was that?"
"Super," he exulted. "You really do have a golden touch. Every time you jack me off, it seems to get a little better."
"I try to do it different every time so you won't get bored," she snickered.
"As if I could ever get bored with you," he said with a joyful chortle. "I didn't know I had so much cum in me."
"You'd better have a lot more where that came from," she teased, chuckling erotically.
"Are you going to give me dinner? My legs feel like jelly."
"I've got a pot roast cooking, darling. That's one of the few things I can cook without messing up."
"Don't talk too soon," he laughed, "I think I smell it burning."
She hopped out of the tub and deliberately accentuated the swing of her ass as she looked over her shoulder and grinned. "Do you like to look at my bare ass?"
"You know I do, you little witch."
"As much as you would like looking at Carla's?"
"Go take care of that roast before it burns. I'm famished."
CHAPTER TWO
Roxy lay against Larry with her head on his chest and her right hand on his cock. "I'm glad I rescued the roast before it burned," she said softly. "You ate like you actually enjoyed it."
"I did," he replied, "and it was a lot better than some of the stuff we order in."
"I'm trying, darling, I really am. One of these days, I'll surprise you and cook a imagine dinner."
"You have other talents," he chuckled. "I wasn't criticizing you. Maybe I ought to learn to hold my tongue. Until I met you, I'd never been in a real relationship, not an intimate one anyway, so I don't know the rules. Especially with a girl so much younger."
"There you go again," she teased, "fussing about the age difference. The only rules that apply to us are the ones we make for ourselves, darling. Just be honest and straightforward. Don't ever lie to me, I couldn't stand that."
"You're a wonderful surprise. I didn't know there were girls like you, not on this planet, anyway. What I'm trying to say is, I like being with you, married or not, and I don't want to do something wrong."
"Pretty hard for you to do something wrong as far as I'm concerned," she said. "As long as you love me and my pussy, we're in good shape."
"Don't forget your mouth," he laughed. "Is this knowledge something females are born with?"
"Well, I don't know about other girls, but I wasn't born with it. I have to read a lot, books that list two hundred ways to drive your guy wild in bed, how to unleash the sex goddess that's supposed to live in every girl, how to keep your guy stimulated, by talking openly about your desires and acting real sexy."
"Well, you certainly do both," he said. "I love to make love to you."
"I like it better when you make it with me."
"Yeah, there is a big difference, isn't there? But there are going to be times when I'll want it to be to you. You don't object to that, do you?"
"Of course not, darling. I love being pampered, and you do pamper me."
"You read all these books to learn how to keep me happy, why can't you read a book and learn to cook?"
"I think I got an extra sex gene and no cooking gene," she laughed. She licked his lips, then kissed him. "And speaking of sex, want to play spider and the fly?"
"Didn't the spider eat the fly?"
"You catch on fast, big boy!"
Their kiss was deep and filled with longing, full of need for each other and, as usual, the kiss took her breath away. She loved the feel of his tongue in her mouth, loved to touch his naked body and be touched by him. She broke the kiss and put her hands on his cheeks and ran the tip of her tongue over his lips provocatively and chuckled happily.
"I love you, darling," she whispered.
"I love you, you sexy vixen. Who's the spider and who's the fly?"
"You be the spider," she whispered excitedly, "and eat me whole."
"Bad grammar," he laughed. "You should say eat my hole."
"But I don't want you to eat just my hole, darling, I want you to eat all of me."
"Open your legs, darling," he said huskily, "and show me where you want me to start eating."
She rolled onto her back and propped herself up on the pillows so she could watch him, pulled her feet up to her ass and let her knees fall slowly apart.
He got on his knees between her legs and just looked at her pussy for several moments. The long, thick inner lips already gaped slightly and her essence glistened in the thick, golden-blonde hair along her slit. He kissed her slit, then explored her erotic garden with both hands.
Goose bumps covered her tremulous body and carnal heat inflamed her. Her lewd posture, her husband's lascivious admiration, excited her.
"I'm not the only one with a golden touch," she said, her quivering voice betraying her lascivious emotion. "Do you like to look at my pussy? Does it please you?"
"Very much, darling, it's beautiful. Does it bother you for me to look at it?"
"God, no, it makes me so horny I can hardly stand it. Telling a girl she has a beautiful pussy is just about the nicest compliment in the world."
He stretched out on his stomach and spread her legs and pushed them back until the tops of her thighs rested on her tits, then licked her sultry slit with a broad tongue, going from bottom to top several times. He pulled her long inner lips into his mouth and sucked then gently and fucked her with his tongue and sucked her hole impetuously and drank her delectable juice.
"Oh, darling, that feels wonderful," she panted. "You know I go crazy when you stick your tongue in my pussy."
Her body became a quaking mass of raw nerves and she writhed shamelessly. The deep moans that started when his tongue touched her pussy became boisterous and more impassioned. When his tongue began to jitterbug on her large clit, her moans became wails, and she climaxed. Her screams reverberated off the walls as her orgasms came one after the other, so close together they seemed like one.
In her fervid delirium, she thrust her legs down, breaking his hold, locked her legs together behind his head and bucked like a wild bronco. Her hands flew to her tits and she pulled and twisted her pebbly nipples and mauled her tits.
The effect he had on her as he manipulated her clit affectionately awed him. The more she screamed and bucked, the more he wanted to please her.
Her voice became hoarse, her screams ebbed and she released her leg-lock on his head, then tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his head up. "Let me catch my breath, darling," she muttered, her voice raspy. "I do believe you want to kill me with your tongue."
He pushed her legs back up and slowly, tenderly licked away his saliva and her juice. Her cunt had drooled so heavily that a sticky line of her elixir had cascaded between the cheeks of her ass, and her body twitched and jerked as his tongue snaked down, gathering up the river of sap.
He rose to his knees, leaned over and kissed her. "Your openness, your raw sexuality astounds me," he said softly. "Astounds and pleases me immensely. I have never known a girl like you."
She caressed his cheeks with both hands and licked his mouth and chin. "You excite the hell out of me, darling," she said. "The way you eat my pussy just about turns me inside out. Your tongue feels like an electric wire and the current flows from the end of your tongue right into my clit. God, I love the way you make me cum!"
"Until I met you, I'd never eaten pussy that much. I'll get better with practice."
"I'll end up a madwoman if you do," she laughed.
His stiff prick stood straight out from his body, and her look reflected her admiration of his tool and her compelling desire to have it in her. She wrapped both hands around it and caressed it affectionately.
He lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders and shuffled forward until the tip of his cock touched her cunt lips.
She clung to his cock and looked down between her tits as she rubbed the head up and down her steamy slit several times. "I love your cock, darling." The hard pulsing in the organ warned her not to dally, and she put the knob at the entrance of her cunt and cooed, "Fuck me, darling. My poor little pussy is so hungry for your lovely cock. Feed her, darling, and give her a big drink of your delicious juice."
He eased his painfully hard cock into her, gritting his teeth in his effort to keep a tight rein on his impulse to cum. "I don't know if.. . "
"Don't worry, darling," she reassured him. "If you cum too quickly, you can lick me again. Just put that gorgeous hunk of meat in there and fuck me!"
She rotated her ass with sensuous, languorous movements that encouraged him to skewer her with his lusty lance. His groin bumped into hers, and she twisted her hips faster, corkscrewing, signaling him to cum.
He slammed forward, shoving his prick to the bottom of her cunt, grunted hoarsely and dug his fingers into her legs as his cum gushed into her in a hot flood.
"Yes, darling," she crooned, "oh, yes! That's the way. Fill my hot cunt! Give me all of your cum!" She grabbed his arms and twisted her hips faster. "Just hold still and enjoy it, darling. Let me fuck you."
The flow of cum abated, he uttered a deep grunt of satisfaction and began to fuck her with long, driving strokes.
She looked up at him and smiled dreamily. "Damn, what a stud I married," she exclaimed with delight. "Fill me with cum to get my cunt slick so you can pound hell out of it. Get my cunt, darling, fuck it good. Pound my ass into the bed. I love it. I love you. I love your cock. I love to fuck! Go, darling, go! Oh, yes, I love it. Gonna cum, darling. Yes, darling, yes! Now, darling! Now.r Her face twisted. Her head whipped from side to side. She twisted and churned her hips around and fucked back at him.
Her writhing and twisting and bucking goaded him on, and when she clamped his prick in the velvet vise of her cunt muscles, he knew that she had delivered the knockout blow again.
"God, darling, you're fucking magnificent," she bawled. "Absolutely fucking great! I'm still cumming, darling. Cum with me, let me feel your hot cum spurting into me."
A gentleman always tries to give his lady what she asks for. He was a gentleman, and his beautiful, sexy lady had made a request, so he obliged, fucking her furiously. He grunted and groaned and gave her another shot of jism.
She rode the crest of the tidal wave of passion with him, screaming and babbling rapturously. They fucked themselves out and she cradled him in her arms and kissed him passionately.
"That was fantastic, darling," she whispered in his ear. "You know what?"
"I know some things, but probably not what you're talking about."
"Fucking really is part mental. Finding a guy I can submit to, fully and without reservation, transforms me. I finally understand the joy of having a pussy. You make me so happy. I love you, and I'd do just about anything to make you as happy."
He looked into her eyes and said teasingly, "Can you say that when we're standing up, fully clothed?"
"I can say it anywhere, anytime, darling. I'm really in love, not just with sex, but with a person."
"So am I. I never thought I could love anyone the way I love you."
"I'll take good care of you, darling. And our love. Now, I'd better go get rid of this double load of cum you gave me. I'm leaking all over the bed."
She twisted around, lifted his limp cock and sucked it into her mouth. She washed it with her tongue, then released it and smacked her lips. She kissed him, slid out of bed and trotted to the bathroom.
"I'm glad we bought a house with a bidet," she called out to him. "I think it's going to get lots of use!"
"If I live that long," he laughed.
She came back and sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed and said, "So, darling, tell me something you'd really like me to do."
"Something sexual?"
"It doesn't have to be sexual, darling. It can be anything you want."
"When I'm around you, I can't think of much else," he laughed. "I would like to watch another girl go down on you."
"Oh," she said softly, unconsciously running her hand over her pussy.
"Does that upset you?"
"No, I don't think so. Actually, I don't know how it makes me feel. I've never thought about it. Tell me something else."
"Well, I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck a girl in the ass."
"I'll have to think about that one, too. Tell me one more."
"Well, I've never fucked a girl's tits. Some of them didn't have tits big enough, some of them thought I was perverted and some of them I didn't even bother to ask."
She turned onto her back by him. "That one we can take care of right now. My tits are certainly big enough, and I don't think you're perverted. Get up here and put your cock in my mouth so we can get it up again."
"I'm not sure it'll get hard again so soon after that last session."
"Come up here, darling," she chuckled. "I didn't know much about sucking cock when I met you, but I've had plenty of practice in the past six months. I remember the first time I blew you. It was only the second time I'd had a cock in my mouth, and I was sure I was making a mess of it."
"Well, you let a little cum dribble down your chin, but you licked it up right away."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "You know what I mean. Get up here and fuck my mouth."
He straddled her chest and put his cock in her mouth. She sighed contentedly and went to work, mouthing and licking his prick slowly and lovingly. The knowledge of what he was going to do with it once she got it hard stimulated her to greater effort. She eagerly looked forward to having his big tool between her tits and making it shoot again, and didn't have a moment's doubt that she could get him off.
When his prick was hard enough, she pushed him back and he lowered his ass and placed his rod on her chest. She pressed her tits together and smothered the shaft in warm, supple flesh, then looked up at him with sparkling eyes and smiled.
"There you go, darling," she whispered. "I can help fulfill at least one of your fantasies."
He humped slowly, sliding his rod between her large, silky globes. Her tongue slithered out, searching for the knob, but the end of his dick stopped just short of her lips on each forward thrust. He stuffed the pillows under her head and she lapped his cockhead each time he pushed it forward.
"My tits are too dry," she said. "Let me up, and I'll get something that will make it better."
She hurried to the bathroom and got a jar of cream, returned to the bed and got back under him and coated his prick and the inside of her tits. Just for good measure, she added some to the rest of her globes and to her nipples. "This stuff will make a wet noodle hard," she said. "How does it feel?"
"What the hell is it, alum?"
"I don't know. Carla gave it to me. Does it feel good on your cock?"
"Yeah, really good, my cock's getting harder."
"That's what it's supposed to do. My tits feel like they're swelling, too, and just look how hard my nipples are."
He looked, twice, and wanted to lean over and lick them. She seemed to read his mind.
"No, do that later. Put your cock back down here so I can cover it. I'm going to get a good shot of your cum this way, you know."
"Don't be too damned sure about that," he grunted. "I think the damned thing's empty."
"You think wrong, darling," she giggled, "and I'll prove it to you."
She smothered his prick with her tits, and fucking them was much easier now. Each time he pushed forward, she curled her tongue around the tip, and much to his surprise, he soon felt another orgasm stirring in balls. Every moment since he'd met this remarkable girl had been filled with surprises, so why should now be any different? She was young and had little sexual experience, but she had a lot of natural talent and a promethean appetite for sex.
He let the urge to cum build. Not having to worry about bringing her off made it easier. He could simply think about how much he enjoyed fucking her magnificent tits.
"A little harder, darling," she whispered, "and make the head of your cock stick way out toward my mouth."
His harder thrusts pushed the end of his prick far enough forward for her to get her lips around the knob, and it felt like she was drawing his cum up the length of his dick. He started pumping faster, with shorter strokes, and she knew he was close to shooting. She chuckled deep in her throat and sucked the end of his prick harder.
He started cumming on the backstroke, and the first glob of cum squirted out and landed on her face. He shoved his ass forward and the second shot of hot cream spurted into her open mouth. That became the pattern for each succeeding shot-one on her face, and one in her mouth. Then she grabbed his ass and jerked him forward, gobbled his dick and sucked like a Hoover.
"My God, girl," he wheezed, "you're going to suck my balls right out through my cock." He yanked his dick out of her mouth and straightened his legs so she couldn't reach it.
She looked at his cock and snickered. "You might be right this time, darling. It's all shriveled up."
"It's a wonder it hasn't shrunk into my body." He lay down by her and sighed deeply. "Sometimes, I think you're insatiable."
"Want to call in some reinforcements?"
"If you're serious, I can run out on the street and flag down some cars."
"Just teasing, darling. Unless you're serious. Would you like me to fuck you and another guy at the same time? Or let you watch another guy fuck me? If that's what you want, I could do it."
"We're going in circles," he said. "Why don't you just tell me if you want a threesome with another guy?"
"I think we ought to leave the circle unbroken, for the moment anyway."
CHAPTER THREE
Thursday morning, Roxy went to the gym and did a fairly strenuous two hours on the machines. She didn't want to overdo it, but she did want to keep her body firm and shapely and limber. Never could tell when Larry might want her to stand on her head while he ate her out, or something equally arduous.
What she didn't want to do was get muscles like one of those female body builders. She had seen before and after pictures of them, and their tits seemed to disappear right into their chest muscles after a few months. With tits the size of hers, she didn't think it would happen to her, but she didn't want to take a chance. She was sure that her magnificent tits were one of the things that attracted Larry to her, and she wasn't about to do anything that would disappoint him.
After a leisurely shower, she wrapped a large towel around her body and went next door to use the small Jacuzzi. Serendipitously, she had discovered she could sit just right and one strong jet of water would hit her pussy and another one would hit her nipples. She shucked her towel and sank down until only her head was above water, opened her legs and closed her eyes.
Oh, that feels marvelous, she said to herself. I love to sit here until I cum, then go home and ride my husband's terrific cock. Wonder if the other girls have discovered this.
She smiled cleverly. Probably not, or the Jacuzzis would be full all the time. She had a hand-held pulsing shower head at home and she got herself off with it all the time, but this was different. The rush of the water over her nipples really added something, and doing it right out where anybody could walk in and catch her made her feel so audacious, so risqu'.
If the gym wasn't for women only, she could bring Larry and let him watch her. He liked to sit on the sidelines and watch her get herself off so much, he would get a real kick watching her cum without even touching her pussy. She wondered if a strong jet of water hitting a guy's cock would get him off. She didn't think so. Girls were so fortunate, having a clit and a hole that felt so damned good when it had a throbbing cock in it. She wouldn't trade places with a guy for all the tea in China.
Well, if she couldn't bring Larry, she could bring Carla. She worked, so it would have to be on Saturday or Sunday, but they could work it out. They could skip their tennis match once in a while without harming their game. She wasn't very good anyway, and Carla always beat her. Showing Carla her little secret would be fun, and watching her cum would be a blast. She had never watched another girl cum, and the idea intrigued her.
She shifted her ass so the water would hit her clit just right and her face softened and she smiled dreamily. It's working, oh, boy, is it ever working! My clit feels super, so sensitive, so tingly. Bet if I told Larry about this, he would go right out and buy us a Jacuzzi-She cupped her tits and squeezed them gently and held her nipples so the other jet of water would hit them just right.
I must remember to ask Larry how the size my clit compares to other girls he's fucked. He doesn't have any trouble finding it with his tongue or finger, so I guess it's big enough. Don't suppose it matters much anyway. All clits are in the same place, right there in the top of our slits, so any guy can find them, unless he's totally inept.
She lay perfectly still, letting her clit dominate her, feeling like a great big clit, murmuring softly as the powerful jet of water brought her off.
Ummm, what a dynamite way to cum.
The door burst open, shattering her tranquility, and she opened her eyes and watched three naked girls traipse in and get in the large Jacuzzi.
"Boy," Judy said, "did you see how sexy Roxy looked doing her exercises?"
Carmen snickered and said, "How could we miss her?"
None of them looked her way, and Roxy figured they couldn't see her with just her head above the bubbly water. If she got up now, she would not only embarrass them, they would stop talking about her, and she wanted to hear what they had to say.
"Thank God this gym is for girls only," Alice said. "If my husband ever saw her in that leotard, he would never look at me again."
"Just imagine what he would do if he saw her naked," Judy said.
Alice said wistfully, "I saw her naked in the shower last week, and she's really built and it's all natural. If I had a body like hers, my husband would be pawing me all the time instead of once or twice a month."
"Yeah," Judy agreed, "she can make a guy's motor race just standing still. If he could see the way her body ripples and flexes when she works those machines, he would lose his mind."
"Guys, hell," Carmen snorted. "She makes my motor race. I've been trying to get in her pants for months, and she won't even give me the time of day."
"Time to lay is more like it," Alice snickered.
So, now I know what was going on, Roxy said to herself. I thought she was just being goofy. Knowing that I turn a girl on makes me feel kind of peculiar. Can't say I don't like it, though.
"Poor Carmen," Judy said with mock pity. "Since you can't get your tongue in Roxy's pussy, Alice and I will be happy to let you lick our clits." She pushed herself up and sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi and opened her legs wide.
Roxy caught a brief glimpse of Judy's pussy, but she was too far away to actually see any detail. She had seen her own pussy in the mirror lots of times so she knew what a pussy looked like, but the realization that she wanted to get up close and look at another girl's pussy startled her.
Alice got out of the Jacuzzi and sat by Judy with her legs open. Carmen stuck the fuck finger of her right hand in Alice's pussy and the fuck finger of her left hand in Judy's pussy, then leaned in and licked Alice's clit.
"This isn't going to work," Judy said impatiently. "Get up here with us, Carmen, and let's do each other at the same time."
They formed a three-girl daisy chain, and Roxy slipped out of the room as silently as a mouse.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jim rolled the can of cold beer across his forehead as he looked at Carla, at the sheer gown that accentuated her voluptuous body, at the sexy half-bra and panties that looked like a tiny handkerchief held up by a string, at the black marabou mules with spike heels, and shrugged with indifference.
"Give me a break," he grumbled, "I had a hard day."
"I went shopping today and bought this just for you," she said. She twirled so the long, sheer black gown would billow out and show off her legs. She thought she had a good body, not beauty queen quality, but unquestionably better than average. "I didn't have such a good day, either. I got laid off, but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun tonight."
"You wasted your money," he replied in a flat voice. "I'm not interested."
She twirled and turned on the radio and danced to the soft rock music, her spike heels clicking on the hardwood floor as her feet moved rapidly in time to the music. As seductively as she knew how, she removed the thin gown and tossed it aside, turning and posing for him as she danced, shaking her head, and her long black tresses swirled.
"I'm going to stimulate you," she said softly, "get you so turned on you can't stand it, then we're going to fuck our brains out."
She had painted her full lips a deep red color. She licked them slowly, making them glisten wetly as she pulled her bra down and covered her tits with her hands. As well as she could. The mounds were much too large for her hands to conceal. She spread her fingers and let her fat nipples peek out and licked her lips again, renewing the wetness so they would continue to shine, looked down at her tits, then cut her eyes up seductively as she wet one finger and rubbed it over a nipple. The large areola puckered, and the long bud thickened. She lifted her eyes and gazed at him as she rubbed her other nipple.
Grinning mischievously, she put her hands under the heavy globes and pointed the nipples at him as she danced, then jerked her hands away and pushed her chest out and shook her shoulders to make her tits bounce and jiggle. She danced back a couple of steps and spread her legs, slid one hand under the tiny patch of material covering her prominent mound and let her fingers cavort over her pussy.
"Why don't you undress, baby? You don't want to fuck with your clothes on, do you?"
He continued to look at her with a bland expression and cursed under his breath. Why couldn't she understand that he wanted her to leave him alone, let him watch something on the boob tube and drink a few beers? For Christ's sake, she was acting like they were married or something, and he had to screw her every time he turned around.
She wasn't so aggressive when he moved in with her. If she had been, he would still be living in his own apartment. Compared to her house, it was a dump, but it was his dump, and nobody bugged him to do anything he didn't want to.
It must be that damn job. Ever since she got promoted and started making more money than he did, she had been trying to boss him around and acting like he owed her something.
"I told you, I'm not interested," he mumbled.
"Oh, I'll bet you are," she said. "You're just playing hard to get to tease me. I'll bet your cock is getting hard. Why don't you take it out and show it to me?"
She pushed her panties down, still trying to move with the music. When she straightened up, she spread her legs very wide, put her hands on her hips, and did a bump and grind as she extended her middle finger and ran it down her belly, let it go lower and touch her clit, and played with herself as she danced toward him.
She stopped with her knees nearly touching his, spread her legs wide apart again, and watched him closely as she tickled her clit. She put her other hand in her crotch and stuck two fingers up her glory hole, pumped them in and out, and massaged her clit harder and faster, and her love button swelled and rose under the tip of her finger. If he didn't make his move soon, she was going to cum all by herself!
Her lascivious behavior almost disgusted him. In spite of his revulsion, her lewd display stimulated him and his cock began to swell in his pants. He rolled the can of cold beer across his forehead again then guzzled a gulping swig, trying to reconcile the simultaneous emotions of strong aversion and strange attraction.
Her fingers made a squishy sound as she thrust them in and out of her wet hole, and he could smell her musky aroma. Some of his buddies talked about eating pussy, muff diving, going down, and several other terms used to describe the act, joking that once you got past the smell, you had it licked. Not him, he wasn't going to put his tongue in anything he fucked.
She thrust her mound out and bent over and looked at her pussy as she used both hands to spread the lips wide open, then looked at him, her eyes smoldering with passion. "Look at it, baby," she cooed. "You want it, don't you? You want to enjoy all the pleasure it can give you, don't you?"
"God damn, Carla, why can't you leave well enough alone? I told you, I had a hard day."
She straightened up and put her hands on her hips and stabbed him with a look that dripped icicles. "You don't give a fuck about me, do your'
"What kind of question is that? I moved in with you, didn't I? How can you ask such a thing?"
"Oh, it gets easier every day," she snapped. "For the past month, you've acted as if I don't even exist, much less live here. I haven't said anything, but this is the last straw. I tell you that I got laid off and want to party and take my mind off my troubles, and all you want to do is sit there and swill beer."
"Bullshit, you haven't said anything. You're on my case all the time, biting my ass about this and that and God knows what else. Because you got laid off, next thing I know, you'll be after me to pay your bills."
"You've never paid any of my bills, so why should you start now? Anyway, I don't need your help. I've got some money saved, and I'm going to use my paid vacation time until they call me back."
"You just can't help rubbing it in that you make more than I do, can you? Why don't you just give it a rest?"
"Why don't you just get out?"
He chug-a-lugged the rest of his beer and tossed the can on the floor. "What do you mean, get out?"
"You're dumber than I thought. Out means out, hit the bricks," she caught the beer can with her toe and flipped it into his lap, "and take your trash with you."
He looked at her with dull eyes. "What do you mean, get out? I live here."
"Not anymore, you don't."
"You really mean it, don't you?"
"Damn straight, I mean it. You're history, buster, and by the time you reach the door, you'll be ancient history."
"What about my clothes and stuff?"
"Call me tomorrow and tell me where to send your clothes. You don't have any stuff. It's all mine."
He got up and shook his head, then went to the kitchen and got what was left of his six-pack of beer and went to the front door. She stood in the middle of the living room, still naked, her hands on her hips, and stared daggers at him.
"Just so you know," he sneered, "your cunt wasn't worth the trouble."
"Just so you know, next time I'll be sure the guy I pick has a cock big enough for me to feel when he puts it in my worthless cunt." She gave him a steely stare, a look so cold it made him shiver. "In the meantime, I'll have more fun with my vibrator than I ever had with you."
He went out and slammed the door so hard, a picture fell off the wall.
Seething with anger and bitter disappointment, she went into the kitchen and gulped down a glass of cold water and stared out the window into the darkness for a moment, then whirled and threw the glass across the room. The old, heavy tumbler hit the wall with a dull thud, bounced off, and rolled across the floor to her feet.
"Well, fuck it," she muttered. She picked the glass up and set it in the sink.
When she asked Jim to move in with her, she knew there might be trouble because it was her house. But she wasn't about to move into that dump he lived in, and she thought they could work out their differences. Boy, was she wrong!
Come to think of it, she had been wrong about most of the guys she dated, and every one of them she tried to live with. How did Roxy find a wonderful guy like Larry? Did she have some secret, or did she have somebody read the tea leaves or whatever and guide her? It seemed the best she ever did was toss the dice and come up with snake eyes.
Roxy had never come right out and said so, but Carla had the impression that Larry was well-hung and had a very open mind about sex. Boy, she'd give most anything to have a guy with a big cock who genuinely liked sex and knew how to treat a girl.
Thinking about Roxy's good fortune pissed her off, not enough to damage their friendship, but enough. Well, maybe pissed off was too strong. Envy was more like it. By her own admission, Roxy was a terrible cook and hated housework, for Pete's sake! Well, didn't that mean she must be a terrific piece of ass? How else to explain how she caught a guy like Larry and kept him happy?
If she couldn't catch and hold a guy like Larry, did that mean she wasn't a good piece of ass? Lord knows, she tried to be. She willingly and cheerfully sucked cock, and she was pretty sure she did it well, nudity didn't bother her in the least and she could fuck under bright light, even outside in the midday sun, she twisted herself into all kinds of contorted positions for her partner's pleasure at the slightest hint, she didn't plead a headache-even if she had one, she knew that a good tussle in the hay released endorphins that would make it go away, if only for a while-she gave good hand jobs, and she honestly liked sex. Depending on her partner, she might not always enjoy it, but she liked it, and thought that, all in all, she was a pretty fuckable girl.
So, what was wrong? Why couldn't she find and keep a good guy? Good guys didn't always finish last. Larry was a good guy, and just look at the little firecracker he was married to. It had to be her personality or her pussy. She wasn't qualified to dig into her personality, but her pussy was another matter. She could dig into it with the best of them, and trying to entice Jim into fucking her made her as horny as a billy goat. If she was going to dig into her pussy, she might as well look at it at the same time, just to be sure it wasn't deformed or something.
She went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. She didn't have Roxy's classic beauty, but she had a fine, full mouth, big sparkling black eyes and solid, shapely tits. She used to be self-conscious about their size, thought she looked positively top-heavy, but Roxy convinced her that big tits looked good on her. Her five-foot, seven-inch frame could handle them.
She had to admit that most guys she met liked big tits. They liked her pussy, too, for all the good it did her. She had a slender waist and long, shapely thighs, but thought her ass was too heavy and her hips were too big. She worked out as often as she could, and hoped to eventually get her hips and ass to a size she liked.
CHAPTER FIVE
Carla caressed her pussy, and an unmistakable tingle of naughty pleasure rippled through her body and dewy wetness filled her slit. Roxy said she got herself off regularly, often in front of Larry as part of their foreplay. Was that one of her problems? Jacking off wasn't one of her favorite ways to cum, but it sure beat nothing and she wasn't ashamed that she did it. She had never let a guy watch her jack off, but none had ever asked her. Maybe she ought to just do it without being asked and see if it really made a difference.
Larry was older than his perpetually horny little wife, but was obviously very proud of her. Still, he had a roving eye. Carla's tits were bigger than Roxy's, and Larry never failed to ogle her openly. She wondered if he only looked at other girls. His roving eye never seemed to bother Roxy. Maybe because he kept her so well-fucked.
She couldn't stand it when a guy she was with ogled other girls. Was jealousy part of her problem? Yeah, it probably was, but she'd never been with a guy who fucked her as much as she wanted so she didn't have to worry about competition.
Thinking about Roxy and Larry and their dynamite sex life made her pussy crave more tender touches. She sat on the toilet lid, hands trembling, more turned on than ever. Roxy said that Larry often got her off with his fingers before he screwed her. He got her off by sucking her pussy, too, of course. He was that kind of guy.
The delectable sting in her clit grew sharper and her nipples got real itchy, the dark points swelling as she stared at them. Her tits needed fondling by a guy, with his slightly rough hands and impatient touch.
Her pussy lured her fingers and her thighs opened spontaneously, as they did when she fucked, her hips lifting just the way they did when a cock invaded her pussy. She pressed her tender mound and sighed with rapture. She slid her finger along her thick-lipped slit. It was moist and slick, and heavenly tingles ran from her crotch to her tits as she inserted her finger and hunched.
She had no trouble finding her seat of pleasure. She had never actually looked at another pussy so she didn't know how her clit compared, but she knew that hers stood out like a tiny penis when it was erect. One time, she'd been with a guy who made a big deal about the size and sucked it until she thought she would lose her mind. That was a long time ago, and she didn't know why they broke up. He got lost in the shuffle somewhere along the way, she guessed. She tickled her fingertip around her swollen buzzer and gasped softly.
The goading ache in her loins dissolved into dreamy sex sensations, her thighs trembled, and her nerves almost screamed for relief. She rubbed her finger over her zone of excitement and shuddered, so excited, so aroused.
Without a conscious thought, her left hand went to one tit and her fingers sank into the tender flesh and she toyed with the tingling nipple. Her entire body flushed with carnal heat, the way it did when a guy drove his dick to the hilt in her pussy. Her hand flew to her other tit. Both of her nipples got stiffer and bolts of pleasure shot through her, from her tits down to her crotch. She worked her right hand faster and the wiggle of her rump made the toilet seat creak.
The sweet suspense continued to build, the movement of her fingers quickened, and she began panting out loud as she climbed the steep, heavenly slope. Hot thrills flowed from her clit as her right hand whipped her clit into a frenzy. Her shaking left hand enclosed the whole peak of one tit and she felt the stiff nipple rub her palm.
Her head jerked back, her hips lurched, and her thighs quivered. Her right wrist was tiring, but she couldn't stop! She panted and gasped, an excruciating ripple of delight clutched her cunt, her nerves tensed and then, suddenly, she reached the crest of the joyful slope and tumbled over!
She floated in a sparkly zone of erotic sensation, her clit throbbing fiercely under her dancing fingers, a welcome release running from her pussy, along her thighs, up to her nipples, then back to her cunt. She loved to cum.
She slumped, breathing hard, her arms dangling at her sides, sighing with pleasure and basking in the exquisite afterglow. She looked at her puffy pussy lips and wet fingers. Flying solo wasn't her preferred way to go, but it sure beat not flying at all.
Still not satisfied, she went to the bedroom and got her biggest vibrator, then went to the living room. She sat on the couch and spread her thighs, and her fervor built rapidly again as she caressed the inside of her thighs with both hands, and she felt juice gush into her slit.
She tipped her pussy up so she could see it better and opened the hair-fringed lips and stared at the dusky pink flesh. Her joy button rose slowly out of its hood as she stared at it, as if responding to her unspoken demand. Shivering, she slid her middle finger along her slit and up to her clit, then stuck the index finger of her left hand in her hole and wiggled it around.
"Eat your heart out, Jim, you ass-hole," she murmured.
Shivering as the urgency grew, she picked up the vibrator and set it on low and paused to listen to the faint humming sound. The first time she used it, she set it on high and it nearly drove her crazy. Juice had gushed into her channel and soaked it, so she didn't need any additional lubrication. She could shove the vibrator in with one hard, penetrating thrust, just the way a guy skewered her when he couldn't wait to ram his prick into her cunt.
She placed the smooth tip of the vibrator between the lips of her pussy. Even a jelly vibe didn't come close to matching the feeling she got from a real cock. Maybe she ought to find a nice girl as a lover and give up on guys. If Roxy wasn't so happily married, she would be the perfect candidate. She knew they could make such beautiful music together.
She let her legs fall father apart and nosed the tool into her wet hole. "Aaahhh," she moaned as she suddenly shoved the vibrator all the way in, and knew she was wrong. Playing with another girl now and then might be kinky fun, but she could never do without a live cock.
She closed her legs slowly, squeezing her thighs tightly over her pussy, and all signs of the vibrator disappeared. With the tool buried completely in her sex channel, she could barely hear it. But she could certainly feel it, and it felt marvelous. The only advantage a vibrator had over a live cock was the ability to vibrate, and she lay serenely, her mind blank as the pleasing little pulsations from the vibrator rippled out from her groin, making her buns flex and her toes tingle.
She teased and fondled the sensitive tips of her tits with her fingertips as her right hand wandered down her stomach and stopped with the heel of her hand on her pussy mound, her fingers pointing down. Her middle finger eased into the top of her slit and touched her clit, moving lightly in slow circles.
She liked her clit, adored the heavenly sensations that washed over her when it was touched. She liked it better when somebody else touched it, but her own touch was nearly as pleasing. The flexible jelly vibe droned inside her, and she liked knowing she could make her pleasure last as long as she wanted. There were no anxious moments of waiting, hoping a guy would bring the fulfillment his cock promised, and all too often failed to deliver. She could have as many orgasms as she wanted-and then some!
She kept her left hand on her tits, tweaking her nipples, as she opened her legs and stroked the vibrator in and out of her cunt, the knob striking deep, where the head of a cock seldom reached, feeling so fucking good!
The picture of a man invaded her blank mind, took shape slowly. A faceless man with a strong body and a large, hard cock. His cock, not her vibrator, filled her cunt. His finger, not hers, played over her clit, infusing her with such pleasure.
The finger on her clit moved faster and the soft tingles in her pussy strengthened, got a hard edge to them. She pinched her stiff nipples and drew them out to their full length and squirmed her ass impatiently.
The tingles grew stronger. Her finger moved faster, going back and forth and around in circles as she agitated her clit, coaxing all those glorious feelings from the hard nubbin. Her breathing grew labored. She felt the deep, warm flush that preceded an orgasm spread over her body. She was totally abandoned, whimpering her pleasure, reaching for the ultimate goal, exquisite sensations flooding her cunt, the delectable throbbing in her clit going on and on and on.
The man in her daydream thrust in and out of her cunt with powerful strokes. Her body quaked and spasmed, her hips arched off the couch, lifting her ass high, and her climax came abruptly, moments before she expected it. She panted and gasped as the finger playing over her clit moved faster.
Abruptly, the golden sensations dissipated. The vibrator continued to hum inside her cunt, but her clit felt numb. So, there was another thing she'd been wrong about. She couldn't make it last as long as she wanted. Her ass fell back to the couch and she pulled the vibrator out of her cunt, grasped it firmly in her fist and ran the tip over her clitoris. Nothing happened. Her fun for the night, such as it was, had ended.
She went to bed, still feeling tense, unfulfilled, and sleep was a long time coming.
Moments before she yielded to the sandman, when her mind was in the lull between sleep and wakefulness, she realized the man in her daydream was Larry.
CHAPTER SIX
Friday, Larry and Roxy had been married six months, and they were going to dinner to celebrate.
"What do you want to eat, darling?"
He ogled her and chuckled. "How about a nice fur pie?"
"Down, big boy," she laughed, "I mean for dinner."
"Well, a big juicy steak would hit the spot. I'm tired of take-out."
"Don't rub it in," she laughed. "I know I'm not a good cook."
He swatted her playfully on the ass. "You have other attributes," he said. "Where do you want to go?"
"If you want a big, juicy steak, the steak house. I thought that's what you'd want, so I called this morning and made reservations."
"Sounds good to me," he replied.
"Take your time in the shower and soak out the kinks."
He leered at her and waggled his eyebrows. "Hot water won't do anything about one kink."
She licked her lips suggestively and gave him a foxy grin. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it later."
After Larry finished his bath and dressed, Roxy gave him a Black Jack and water and the newspaper. After a quick shower, she dabbed his favorite perfume behind her ears, on her wrists, in the hollow of her neck, between her breasts and around her pussy. She thought about his nose being in her muff and shivered with excitement. If his nose was in there, his tongue couldn't be far behind!
She put on a garter belt and sheer black hose with seams in the back, which she had been told were very sexy, and slipped into a pair of black scanty panties. When she started wearing garter belts, at Larry's request, she didn't know any better and put her panties under her hose supports, and had to nearly undress when she had to pee. Now, she put them over the supports so she could remove them without unfastening her hose.
Wanting to look alluring, but not tasteless or coarse, she chose a black knee-length, full skirt and a white, off-the-shoulder peasant blouse without a bra, then put on a pair of black fuck-me sandals that Larry liked.
He liked when she used bright red lipstick and her lips left a ring around his cock, so she applied it carefully and topped it with a clear gloss to keep it from smearing.
She surveyed herself in the mirror on the back of the closet door, and saw that something was missing. She added a wide silver choker set with high quality sparkling zircons and a matching wide bracelet and looked in the mirror again. If she did say so herself, she looked pretty damn sharp, and pretty damn sexy. Subdued sexiness, but definitely sexy enough to raise the interest of a man-and his cock along with it. Thinking about what she had planned for right after dinner, she smiled at her reflection and licked her lips.
Larry stood when she came into the living room and she twirled and her flared skirt billowed level with her waist, giving him a flash of her nearly naked ass.
She cocked her head to the side and gave him a foxy grin. "Do you like?"
"You look terrific," he said earnestly.
"Compared to what," she joked, "an inflatable doll?"
"I never got that hard up," he laughed. He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath through his nose. "You smell fabulous."
"Your favorite perfume, darling. I dabbed it just about everywhere, even around my pussy."
He held her by the shoulders and caressed her full lips with the tip of his tongue. She opened her mouth and his tongue quickly entered, then their lips sealed in an ardent kiss.
She leaned her head back and gazed into his eyes. "I love the way you kiss me."
"Your lipstick tastes good," he said.
"Is it red enough for you?"
He immediately caught her inference and grinned. "It comes mighty close."
"You don't think it makes me look cheap, do you? I want to be sexy, but not brazen, at least in public."
"You could never look cheap if you tried real hard," he said. "As usual, you look so damn sexy. Why don't we stay here so I can eat you?"
She patted his cheek and chuckled. "You shouldn't eat your dessert before the main course," she said softly.
"My Granddaddy always did. Said he didn't want to get filled up with the other stuff and not have room for the best part of the meal."
"Let's be more traditional tonight, darling. Dinner, and then dessert."
"Lift your skirt."
Thinking he wanted to look at her pussy again, she lifted her skirt and held it around her waist. "I get the shivers when you look at me," she giggled.
He took a heavy silver chain from his coat pocket and fastened it around her waist, then leaned over, kissed her muff and stepped back and admired her. "There, a belly chain is just what you needed."
Still holding her skirt around her waist, she ran into the bedroom and looked at the chain in the mirror, then rushed back to the living room and threw her arms around his neck.
"Oh, darling, it's beautiful," she said. She kissed his lips tenderly. "Thank you, you're so thoughtful." She pulled the top of her blouse down and thrust out her chest. "Kiss them, darling. I'm so excited, my pussy is leaking all over the place."
He sucked each of her bloated tit buds tenderly, then kissed her lips again. "We can take the car tonight," he said.
"I like the Bronco, darling. Sitting up high gives me a feeling of power."
"Kind of hard to climb in with high heels, isn't it?"
"A little, but the running boards help. Besides, you get a charge out of putting your hand under my ass and giving me a boost.
"I didn't think you noticed," he laughed.
"You know better! Every time you touch me, I get the hots."
"I like to give you the hots," he laughed.
He put her in the truck and buckled her seat belt for her. Her tits were still bare and he kissed them again, then hurried around and got in.
"Carla called this morning, and she sounded so down," she said. "She wants to play tennis tomorrow morning, then have lunch. You don't mind, do you?"
"No problem, I'll probably need some time to rest anyway. I'll fix a sandwich and watch the ball game on the tube."
"I bought some of those hot dogs you like, and the long buns to go with them."
"Those and a glass of beer, and I'll think I'm actually at Coors Field. Tell Carla I said hello."
"She'll like that. She would never come right out and say so, but I think she's got a crush on you."
"Why me? I thought she had a steady guy."
"She does, or did, the last I heard, but they come and go. Pun intended. And none of them come close to being the guy you are. I wish she could find a guy like you and settle down. One of these days, she's going to get hurt real bad, and I don't want to see that happen."
"Don't tell me," he laughed, "you're thinking of using your golden touch and playing matchmaker."
"I thought my golden touch applied only to the way I handle your cock," she said with a sexy chuckle. "Anyway, I don't know any guys as nice as you, and now that I've got my hooks in you, I'm not about to give you up. Carla and I are best friends and I share a lot with her, but there's a limit beyond which I won't go."
"Sharing something doesn't necessarily mean giving it up," he said.
"You know, you're right. I hadn't thought of it that way."
Riding through town with her tits showing didn't bother her in the least. If he liked looking at her naked tits, she would bare them without hesitation.
When they pulled into the parking lot, he looked at her and grinned. "I hate to say it, but you'd better cover those beautiful things."
She grinned back at him and closed her blouse up "Might spoil everyone's appetite, huh?"
"No, you might distract everyone, or some bluenose might take offense and call the cops. Priggish ass-holes who can't stand to look at beauty piss me off."
"My, my, you do say the nicest things, darling."
The hostess led them to a semi-isolated banquette in a fairly dark corner. Roxy slid in and stopped so Larry would be close to her and took his hand and put it under her billowy skirt, on the top of her thigh.
She pulled the wide neck of her blouse down so it barely covered her nipples and giggled softly. "I feel especially amorous tonight."
He chuckled and squeezed her firm flesh.
"When don't you feel especially amorous?" He moved his hand higher, above the top of her stockings. "Mmmmmm, if we weren't in a public place, I'd feel you up."
She turned her legs toward him and his hand slid to the inside of her thigh, on bare flesh. The edge of his hand rested lightly against the crotch of her skimpy panties and she knew he could feel her dense springy muff and the heat from her pussy. He whistled silently and grinned.
She opened her legs a little wider and grinned like an imp. "Nothing there but a piece of thin material to hamper your progress, pilgrim. If you can't get past such a flimsy barrier, we've got a real problem."
The waitress appeared to take their order and he started to move his hand, and Roxy grabbed his arm and stopped him. He gave her a startled look. She gave him a long, slow wink and a mischievous smile.
The waitress was nearly six feet tall and built like the proverbial brick outhouse, with a cute face and long red hair and freckles all over her shoulders. "I'm Carmen, and I'll be your waitress tonight," she said. She looked at Roxy and winked. "Neat blouse, I've got one just like it at home."
"You've got a lot more to put in yours," Roxy said.
"You ought to see my sister," Carmen replied.
Roxy arched one eyebrow. "How does she stay upright?"
"She doesn't any more than she has to," Carmen quipped. "We both topple over pretty easily, as a matter-of-fact." She leaned over in front of Larry and pretended to check his flatware.
Larry could see all the way to her navel, and he looked openly at the mountains of bare flesh quivering in her loose blouse.
Carmen straightened up and snickered. "I guess you've got everything you need. Would you like to hear our specials?"
"That would be anticlimactic," Larry said dryly. "What would you like to drink, sweetheart?"
"You know what I like, darling," Roxy said sweetly, continuing the banter, enjoying the levity with Carmen.
Larry ordered drinks, and Carmen went away with an extra swish to her shapely ass.
"She deliberately showed you her tits, you know," Roxy said.
"I know. I caught you looking too."
"Darling, roses weren't put on earth for only guys to smell. I appreciate the finer things as much as you do."
"Even if those things are female?"
"Were you tempted to do more than look?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Larry knew when it was time to watch his step. "No," he said quickly.
"I think you're lying," Roxy chuckled, "but I won't push the point. I wasn't, and that's the truth. When I shower after playing tennis or after working out at the gym, I look at the other girls, just to see how I compare." She wondered how he would react if she told him about the scene with the three girls in the Jacuzzi. She'd better keep it to herself or he might get the wrong idea. "Don't guys do the same thing?"
He laughed softly and shook her his. "And get punched in the nose?"
"Guys can be so silly at times. What do they do when they go to a nudist resort?"
"Keep their eyes closed, I guess."
"And run into lots of trees," she laughed, "or miss sights of girls like Carmen running around naked."
"Oh, we'd keep our eyes open just far enough to see such a sight," he assured her.
"Have you ever thought about visiting a nudist resort?"
"Nope, there are parts of me that I don't want sunburned."
"I have," Roxy said, "several times. The idea of running around naked in the wide open without getting in trouble appeals to me."
"You can swim naked. Our back yard is fenced, so nobody can see you unless you want them to."
Carmen brought their drinks and again leaned over so Larry could look down the front of her blouse as she set the glasses on the table. "Enjoy," she said with a soft laugh.
"You know that I'm very proud of you," Larry said. "I like to be seen with you. You're a beautiful, sexy woman, and every man here must envy me."
"I'm glad you think I'm sexy, darling, I want to be. Does it mean a lot to you that other guys lust after your woman?"
"I'm not sure I know how to answer that. I'm not sure I know how I feel. Guess I like to be the envy of other men, but never thought about the rest of it."
She smiled coyly and wiggled her ass forward a little, and pressed her pussy against his hand. "A few nights ago, when you were fucking me with a vibrator and I was sucking your cock, you said that the way I was acting, I would probably enjoy taking on two guys at once. Was that from the heart, or did you just get carried away with passion?"
"I always get carried away when we make love," he said noncommittally.
"Do you love me?"
"Yes, very much. You know I do."
"How can a guy love a girl and want her to fuck another man?" Until that moment, she hadn't thought about what he said, and didn't know why she even brought it up now. She was being totally honest when she said she looked at other guys, but had no interest in spreading for them. Maybe Carmen's bawdy behavior was infectious. "Isn't that mutually exclusive?"
"I don't know. Guess I've never thought that one through either."
A cosmopolitan woman in her forties, dressed to the nines in obviously very expensive finery abruptly appeared in front of their table and said in a dulcet Southern drawl, "Hello, Larry."
"Pardon me for not standing," Larry said, "the table is in my way. How are you, Annabelle?"
"I might ask you the same," Annabelle replied, her tone petulant and censorious. "I haven't seen or heard from you in months."
"My wife doesn't like me to date other women," Larry said.
Annabelle looked at Roxy in a way that said she thought he was lying, if not about being married, at least about dating other women. "And you think that explains your lapse? I've missed you."
"This is my wife, Roxanne," Larry said. "Roxy, this is Annabelle Lake."
Without offering her hand, Roxy said, "Hello."
"Well, I see your taste in women is still impeccable," Annabelle said, "although you're reaching several years below yourself in age."
"I'm twenty, Annabelle," Roxy said, "and that's well beyond the legal age of consent in every state in the Union."
Annabelle leaned over as if inspecting Roxy's face, and Roxy could see down the front of her expensive dress. She was glad to see that her tits were bigger.
"But, darling," Annabelle said in a saccharine voice, "you look younger, and he's nearly old enough to be your father."
Roxy chuckled and deliberately licked her lips seductively. "Now, isn't that a delicious thought," she said sweetly. "I love your accent, by the way. You wouldn't happen to be from Savannah, would you?"
"Atlanta," Annabelle replied, "why?"
"Larry has a collection of old records, and I was thinking of the song about 'Hannah, The
Vamp of Savannah.'"
"Well, I am not from Savannah," Annabelle said testily.
"What about the vamp part? Oh, I'm sorry," Roxy said quickly, "I shouldn't talk that way to someone old enough to be my mother."
"Touch'," Larry said quietly.
"You're an impudent girl," Annabelle said. "Larry, I don't understand how you could propose marriage to somebody like her."
"I proposed to him," Roxy said. "I had just sucked him off, so I was already on my knees and it just seemed like the thing to do. I knew he was right for me, because Mama tried him out and said he was. He-likes a tight young pussy, like mine. Maybe that's why he didn't marry you."
"Damn you," Annabelle hissed.
She turned and flounced away with her lips drawn into tight lines, and Larry nearly cracked up.
"One of your old lovers, I presume," Roxy said. "She's beautiful."
"And haughty and spoiled and demanding. The last time I saw her, I told her so. I also told her I wouldn't see her again. She doesn't know how to take no for an answer."
"Why have you been trying to convince me that you didn't have much of a sex or social life before we met? She's obviously well acquainted with what you can do to a girl, and misses it."
"I never told you that I didn't have any sex or social life. Where did you come up with the line about your mother? You know damn well it isn't true."
"Yes, but Annabelle doesn't, and it really got her goat. Is she important? To you, I mean."
He shook his head. "Only in her own mind. She thinks she's Scarlett O'Hara reincarnated, and like another famous Southern woman of fiction, she lives on the kindness of strangers."
"Some of those strangers must have a lot of money. She didn't buy those rags from Goodwill."
"Enough, she makes sure of that. She's very good at separating fools and their money." He grinned like a little boy. "I'm not bragging when I say that I got a free ride."
Roxy's grin matched his. "I'm not surprised. This town is full of women who would fall all over themselves to stand in line to give you a free ride, and some of them would give you one hell of a ride."
"They'd have to go a long way to beat the ride I get from someone sitting very close to me right now."
Roxy made a big pretense of looking around to see who else was sitting close to them. "I guess you must mean me. You do go on, don't you? Better be careful, I might start believing you." Abruptly, she closed her eyes and shivered.
"What's wrong?"
She opened her eyes and smiled mischievously. "I just had a very graphic image of you fucking that overbearing, sophisticated bitch," she said softly. "She was leaning over this very table, with her overpriced dress pushed up around her waist, and you were behind her, looking so calm and collected, fucking her senseless. I was sitting here calmly drinking this delicious cocktail and watching the excitement ripple across her aristocratic face."
"My, what an active, vivid imagination you have."
"The better to think of ways to please you, darling," she said earnestly. "The funny thing is, I didn't feel the least bit jealous. I knew it was her farewell fuck. Damn, my pussy is gushing! Is her pussy loose or tight?"
"Actually, it's pretty tight."
"As tight as mine?"
"No, but she's fucked a lot more men than you have. Girls, too."
"Well, I'll never fuck as many guys as she has," Roxy giggled.
"What about girls?"
"I don't know any girls she's fucked, darling," she laughed. "I've never thought about fucking a girl. Is that something you want me to do?"
"Well, it's a thought."
"An exciting one, for you I mean?"
"Yeah, it's pretty exciting. You wouldn't have to do her if you didn't want to, just let her do you."
"Why is my pussy gushing again? Would you really like to watch another girl go down on me?"
"Yes, I would. I would like it very much."
"Well, let's see how you like this," she said, her voice throaty, seductive. She quickly pulled his zipper down and reached inside to draw out his cock.
"Just what do you think you're doing, you little imp?"
"What does it feel like, darling? I'm playing with your cock." His rod grew in her hand, and she smiled. "I like the way it feels in my hand. Don't you?" She pumped his prick slowly, with a smooth, gentle stroking motion.
"What if someone sees us? This is a public place, you know!"
"The lighting is dim, the table is covering us, so who could possibly see what I'm doing?"
He tried not to gasp. "Well, Carmen, for one. She's coming over here again."
"You're not cumming yet, so there's no problem," she said innocently, full of sweetness and light. She squeezed his prick more firmly and pumped it a little faster.
"Damn, sweetheart, you're going to make me cum," he muttered, half under his breath. "You can't jack me off in here!" If he reached down to stop her, he would attract unwanted attention. "You'd better stop before this gets out of hand."
"Huh uh, I've got everything well in hand. Just act like everything is fine and she won't know the difference."
"Oh, shit," he mumbled. Secretly, her bawdy behavior excited him. He had no idea she could be so shocking. He just hoped he didn't start cumming before Carmen went away.
"You dinner will be out in a few minutes," Carmen said.
"Thank you, Carmen," Roxy said.
"I didn't want you to think I'd forgotten you," Carmen said. "Can I get you anything else while you're waiting?"
"I think we're doing just fine," Larry said, anxious to get rid of her.
"Well, just holler if there's anything I can do," Carmen said.
Roxy said, "See, I told you she wouldn't suspect anything." She picked up her glass and took a sip. "Take my panties off."
"What?" He shook his head and blinked rapidly. "Why?"
"Trust me, darling. Just take them off." She lifted her ass and he pulled her panties down to her knees. "All the way, darling, and put them in your lap. There, that wasn't so hard, was it? Now, put your hand back between my legs and finish your drink before the ice melts."
He couldn't believe he was letting his wife jack him off in a restaurant. He sat very still, one arm on the table, his other hand pressing against her pussy, his glazed eyes staring straight ahead.
She took her own sweet time, pulling and squeezing and stroking his cock lovingly. When she felt it swell and knew he was ready to ejaculate, she put her other hand under the table and held it over the head of his prick to catch his cum. He came in hard spurts, fighting to keep his composure and not announce his climax to the couple sitting at a nearby table.
She held her hand over his spurting spike and stroked until the last bubble of cum emerged, then held onto his rapidly softening rod as she lifted her wet hand and calmly licked it, as if licking up the remnants of a delicious dessert. Her action was so bold, so bizarre, it nearly blew his mind, but he had to admit that it titillated him!
She used her panties to wipe the head of his cock, then stuffed them in his coat pocket. "A little souvenir," she said calmly.
"Dear God," he whispered. "At least put the damn thing back in my pants. Here comes Carmen with our dinner."
"Feel my pussy," she cooed in his ear. "Put your finger in it and feel how wet it is."
He couldn't help himself. He slipped one finger between the lips of her pussy, ran it up and down her hot gash, then eased the tip into her hole, and her breath escaped in an audible whoosh.
"I can't believe this," he muttered.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Roxy giggled and flashed a bright smile at Carmen as she set their plates on the table and went away again.
"Wiggle your finger, darling," she breathed. "Ahhhhhh, feels good." She shook her head, then picked up her knife and fork. "We'd better eat before our food gets cold, darling."
"Well, I know something that isn't cold!" He withdrew his finger and reached for his knife and fork.
"Be real naughty and put your finger in your mouth," she whispered hotly, staring at his wet finger. "Taste me, remind yourself of what you're going to have for dessert."
She caressed his hand lovingly as she guided his finger to his mouth and he sucked it, then looked at his wife, at the beautiful, sexy young woman he was beginning to think he hardly knew. Boldly, right there in public, he pulled her head toward him and kissed her passionately.
"Let's act like the shepherd and get the flock out of here," he growled.
"Oh, what an awful pun," she giggled. "Let's just eat fast. I skipped lunch, and I'm famished. You don't want me to fuck on an empty stomach, do you?"
He knew when he was defeated. He picked up his knife and fork and attacked his food.
She finished eating first. She stuffed his cock back in his pants and said, "Pay the bill and let's go, darling. I want you to fuck me until I can't move."
Her bawdy words seared his brain, and he signaled Carmen with a wild wave.
"No dessert tonight?"
Roxy gave Carmen a bright smile. "Yeah, but not until later," she quipped.
Larry settled the bill and escorted Roxy outside. The cool night air wafted under her short dress and made her pussy tingle, and she shivered.
He put his arm around her shoulders and said, "Cold?"
"No," she said softly, "my panties are in your coat pocket, and the air is cool against my pussy." She giggled like a schoolgirl. "Aren't I terrible?"
"Risque is more like it." He hugged her against his side. "That's just one of the things I like about you."
She pulled her blouse down the instant she got in the truck, and just for good measure, pulled her skirt up to the top of her lush thighs. She thought her tits and legs were a lot better than Annabelle Lake's, and she intended to make sure he knew it. She pulled his head down and lifted her tits to his mouth, and he kissed her nipples, then went around the truck. When he got in, she turned toward him, put her left knee on the seat and leaned back against the car door.
"Darling," she said innocently, "will it distract you if I play with my pussy? I don't want you to run into something."
"I ran into something when I met you," he quipped.
She smiled seductively. "Are you complaining? I just want to get my pussy nice and juicy for you." She sounded as if her action was the most natural thing in the world, like she didn't understand why he didn't think so.
"That's like pouring a box of salt in the ocean to make it saltier. When I put my finger in you in the restaurant, you were wet enough to drown a fish. And so damn slick I thought I had put my finger in a bottle of warm oil by mistake."
"I'll give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation if you drown," she said teasingly, feeling audacious and brazen. "Take your cock out and let me look at it while I rub my clit."
"I can't open the zipper with one hand."
She unzipped his pants and hauled out his cock, gave the head a quick kiss, then sat back and began to tease her clit again. She smiled and licked her lips, already imagining how much fun it was going to be to ride his cock.
"Are you going to cum?"
"I know how much you like to watch me jack off, but we'd better wait. That would distract you, and I don't want you paying more attention to me than your driving."
He glanced at her, let his eyes drift quickly up and down her nearly naked body. "When a certain alluring young lady who-likes to show off her abundant charms wormed her way into my life, I had no idea it would change so much."
"You've got the worm," she giggled, "and what a fine worm it is. You didn't really think I was going to let you get away, did you, after I found out that Mother Nature gave you the key to the kingdom?" She stuck her tongue out and wiggled it vigorously, then giggled again.
"You have an oral fixation."
"Speaking of which, I'm going to suck you off and drink your cum in a little while. Let's not go straight home. I want to go up on the bluff, where we parked the first time you fucked me."
"Okay, you got it."
"Am I the only girl you've ever brought up there and fucked?" She didn't know why the thought there might have been others excited her, but it did.
"Yep, the one and only," he replied.
"It wouldn't matter if I wasn't the first, but I like the idea of making it our special place."
She was out of her clothes by the time he parked the Bronco and set the brake.
"Damn, you look so sexy in a garter belt and hose. You shocked the hell out of me in that restaurant. What am I going to do with you?"
"Fuck me as often as I want," she giggled.
"I don't know if that's possible."
She grabbed his cock and licked the head, then kissed him with enough passion to set the woods on fire. He pushed his pants down and she straddled him and lowered her ass slowly, sinking his prick into her inch by wonderful inch.
"Oh, fuck, darling, what a fantastic cock," she cried. She felt so good, so horny and raunchy, had to have his terrific cock in her to the balls.
"You have the hottest cunt I've ever known," he groaned.
"Fes," she hissed, wiggling blissfully on his long prick, "I'm one big hot cunt!" She felt marvelous with her pussy stuffed so full of cock.
He put his hands on her hips and urged her to go a little faster and muttered, "You really like cock, don't you?"
"Ohhh, God, yes, darling! I just can't get enough! I want to fuck all the time!" She sucked her breath in sharply. "Hang on, darling, I'm going to shoot for the stars!"
She put her hands behind his head and stuck her tits in his face and he licked her nipples. She slammed her cunt down hard on his prick and it was so big and went so deep, she could feel it all the way up her belly. She wiggled a few times, and started cumming.
She hunched and twisted and bucked, riding his prick tumultuously, and monumental jolts of supreme rapture shot up her spine. Her orgasm ebbed and her movements became less pronounced, then she sat still, lingering tingles of pleasure rippling through her body.
"Boy, I went off like a horny jack rabbit," she giggled. "I really needed your cock, baby. I started having small orgasms as soon as I got on your cock. You could have fucked me on the table right there in the restaurant, and I wouldn't have cared. Every time I think about getting your cock in me, and I think about it a lot, I get a little crazy. I probably shouldn't tell you, but any time you want me to do something, anything, just stick your cock in me, and I won't be able to refuse." She wiggled her ass and looked at him with a puzzled expression. "You didn't cum."
"You jacked me off in the restaurant, remember."
"Yeah, but you're always good for more than one shot a night."
"You said you were going to suck me off and drink my cum. Well, there's no time like the present."
"Oh, thank you, darling, I'm so thirsty for a good drink of your cum."
"You're wild," he muttered.
She stared between her legs and lifted her ass slowly, cooing happily to herself as his long love wand slid out of her hot sheath, glistening with her love juice. She bent over his lap, swallowed nearly half of his stem, wrapped her hand around the thick shaft and pumped like mad. For the first time, she was aware of the taste of her pussy, and it inflamed her senses. She wished he had two cocks so she could fuck and suck him at the same time. Her tongue played over his prick, lapping up the savory, salacious liquid as she swallowed him. Her tightly clenched fist flew and up and down his shaft and her head bobbed up and down rapidly as she gobbled his prick with licentious, gluttonous greed.
Fucking her had brought him to the brink, and after only a few moments of her avid sucking and hard pumping, his prick swelled and began spewing.
His jism spurted into her mouth, thick and slippery, and she pumped and sucked like a powerful siphon, filling her mouth with his rich essence. She gulped and swallowed as his cock nectar slid down her throat, and it tingled so pleasantly all the way down to her stomach. She emptied his prick of every drop and sucked some more, simply because his cock felt so good in her mouth.
She sat up, her lips sticky with his spunk, and kissed him passionately. "I love the taste of your cum, darling."
"You're wild," he repeated.
"Take me home where you can fuck me properly, and I'll show you just how wild I feel tonight."
She stayed naked on the way home, playing idly in her pussy to keep his interest primed and giving him a sight men seldom get to see.
"Darling, if I did let another girl go down on me, would it change the way you feel about me? Would you think I'm perverted?"
"Heavens, no! How could I ask you to do something, then think you're perverted because you did?"
"Well, I just wanted to be sure. What would you do? I know you would watch, that's the whole point, but would you fuck her?"
"I don't know. I haven't thought about it."
"Well, I assume she and I would be naked, and I don't see how you could sit there looking at her naked body, watching her lick my pussy and not get pretty excited and want to fuck, so would you want to fuck her."
"I could fuck you."
"And what about her? I know eating my pussy would get her turned on. Am I supposed to lend her a vibrator and tell her to get herself off while she watches us fuck? That wouldn't be very fair."
"Well, suppose she didn't do it with guys?"
"Darling, I have zero experience about such things, but I don't think a lesbian would come home with us and let you watch her lick my pussy. Are you stringing me along because you're afraid to tell me the truth?"
"No, I honestly haven't thought it through. What if you ate her pussy? She wouldn't be left out then."
"I was wondering when you'd get around to suggesting that," she chuckled. "If you fucked me and not her, she would still be left out. I know if I agreed to let a guy watch me eat his wife, I'd feel left out if he fucked her and not me.
"If your best friend asked you to eat her out and let her husband watch, would you do it?"
"I'm married, darling, and married girls don't do those things."
"Oh, lots of married girls do those things," he laughed. "Okay, say you were single and not in a committed relationship, would you do it?"
"I was just citing an example, darling. Look at it this way, suppose you invited another guy to do a trio with us, and I fucked him and not you, wouldn't you feel left out?"
"Do you want me to invite another guy to do a trio with us?"
"I'm just citing examples, darling, and you're being difficult.
"Believe it or not, sweetheart, I don't think I have all the answers," he said. "Maybe we can just pick up a girl, somebody like Carmen."
"No, if we do it, it will have to be a girl I know and trust and feel comfortable with, not some stranger."
"You told me that you don't know any girls who eat pussy."
"Yeah, you're right, I don't, so I guess this whole conversation was just a waste, an exercise of chasing our tails around a tree, like a silly puppy." She did know some, three of them from the gym, but not well enough to feel comfortable with them.
"Well, it wouldn't be a total waste if I chase your tail around the living room."
CHAPTER NINE
Larry pulled into the driveway, and Roxy jumped out and rushed into the house, her tits bouncing and her shapely ass wiggling seductively. He came through the door and she turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with lust.
"You're something else," he said. "Suppose somebody had seen you running around naked?"
"Oh, I don't care if they see me naked, darling, as long as they don't object and make me feel I'm not worthy of a little ogling."
"You gorgeous imp, you're worthy of a lot more than just a little ogling," he laughed.
She swelled with pride and stuck her big tits out at him, standing naked and proud and grinning lewdly. "Do you really like to fuck me? Am I a good piece of ass?"
"If you were any better, I couldn't keep up with you." He chuckled. "I can barely keep up with you as it is."
"Am I as good as Annabelle? Is my pussy better? Do I suck your cock better?
"What is this, twenty questions?"
"I just want to be sure that I please you, that you aren't sorry you married me."
"I'm not sorry that I married you, sweetheart. You might put me in an early grave, but I'm not going to worry about it."
"Good," she said in a throaty whisper, "now, take me to bed and fuck me."
He picked her up and she put arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder and rubbed her tits against his chest.
He put her on the bed and turned on every light in the room. "I like to look at your sexy body in all its naked glory," he said, stating the obvious.
He undressed for her, unhurried, as tantalizing as a man can, and she sighed out loud when he pushed his shorts past his swollen prick. It was a splendid specimen of manhood, rigid and throbbing, rising and falling with each beat of his heart. His cock danced lasciviously as he walked to the edge of the bed, and her eyeballs went up and down, following it.
Lust covered her face, infused her to the core of her being as she reached out and grasped his cock in her right hand and put her left hand between his legs and cupped his big, dangling balls. She caressed his manly tool lovingly, staring at it hungrily, cherishing it as the symbol of total pleasure. The shaft was so charming, like velvet, so thick and long and satisfying, and the head was sleek, impressive, and the tiny slit in the tip gaped, drooling with pre-cum.
She licked the tip of his cock, and her taste buds tingled with delight. "The head of your cock is so big, darling," she murmured. "When you fuck me, it rakes the walls of my cunt, and makes me a little crazy."
"You're just cock-crazy," he chuckled.
"Well, I'm sure crazy for your cock," she giggled. "Yours is the only one I've had, so I don't know about others."
He put his hands on the back of her head and arched his crotch forward. "Well, you really know how to make mine feel good, and I guess that's all that matters."
She licked the knob until it was wet and slick, then wrapped her lips around it. He watched her feast on his cock, swinging his hips gently back and forth, dragging his cock in and out of her mouth. She adored it when he treated her mouth like her pussy and fucked it good.
She held his shaft tightly with her right hand and rolled his jewels tenderly in her left palm and spent several minutes delighting, exciting him, with her oral skill. She withdrew her mouth slowly and let the head fall free, looked up at him and smiled, then fell onto her back with her legs wide open.
"I really get turned on when you suck my cock," he said.
"You trained me so well, darling." Desire for his cock intoxicated her. She wanted him to fuck her and ravage her and plunder her cunt for hours, until he drove her out of her mind. "Fuck me now, baby," she whispered hoarsely, "stretch my cunt and fill me with cum."
He lowered himself between her shapely thighs and she nuzzled his cock into her oily glory hole. The pointed head forced her cunt lips open and went right in, and he thrust his hips forward and plunged his prick to her depths.
She flexed her legs and pulled them back until her thighs touched her swollen tits, and curled her cunt up to meet his lunges as he stroked smoothly in and out. She put her legs over his shoulders with her feet pointed at the ceiling, held onto his arms and matched his rhythm, helping him fuck her with every fiber of her being. Vibrators and tongues felt good in her pussy, but nothing beat a live cock!
She moaned and humped like a wild animal in heat. "Wonderful," she gasped. "Oh, darling, I'm so fucking hot I can't stand it! Fuck me, darling, fuck me, fuck me!"
He gladly accommodated her, fucking her to the best of his ability, and she could feel his lovely cock deep inside her, throbbing, sliding, plowing her so good. The glorious sensations raced from the tips of her toes to the top of her head and back again.
"Oh, I love what you're doing to me," she gasped. "I'm going to cum so fucking hard on your wonderful fucking cock!"
She was rapturous, in heaven, fucking heaven, moaning clamorously, pitching her head from side to side and throwing her cunt at him, on the very brink of a massive orgasm.
He hammered her cunt like a jack hammer, fucking harder and harder, and her orgasm came on quickly, so compelling, so marvelous, that it made her delirious with excitement.
"Ohhhhhh, darling," she cried, bucking and twisting under him, jerking her cunt up to meet his plunging prick, "fuck me, darling, fuck me forever!"
She writhed in ecstasy as her orgasm grew in strength and ferocity, became more thrilling, more exciting. Their loins seemed to melt and blend from the heat of their lust. She let her mind freewheel, hoping to prolong the incredible feeling. She didn't come down enough to speak for several long minutes, and even then, she didn't bottom out.
"Oooooo, I can't describe how incredible that felt," she whispered. "I thought I would never stop cumming, and I came so hard."
"Oh, fuck, your cunt feels good, baby!
"Your cock feels so good, too, darling. Yes, yes, it's still good! Don't stop fucking me, darling! Give me your cum!"
"Talk to me, baby!"
"Oh, darling, fuck me, make me cum again. I love your cock, darling! Pretend that you've just watched another girl go down on me and now you're fucking her, darling. Fuck her, fuck her brains out! Give her everything you've got. Don't worry about me, darling, I'll be patient, and you can fuck me later, while she watches."
"Ooohhh, you sweet bitch, I'm going to fill your cunt full," he cried. "You're great, baby, a fantastic cunt! You fuck so good, you horny little bitch. I love to fuck you! Tell me how much you like to fuck!"
"I don't like it, I love it," she yelled. "I live for it! Fuck my brains out with your big fucking cock, you magnificent fucker! I love it!" She caught the crest of her orgasmic wave and rode it wildly and churned her ass in a frenzy to bring him off with her. "Oh, darling, I'm going to cum again! Cum with me, please, squirt you hot cum in me! Cum, you fucker, cum, cum, cum," she chanted in a sing-song voice, over and over.
She felt his prick swell and throb lustily, then his cum flooded into every nook and cranny of her spastic love tunnel and she could feel it hitting the bottom of her cunt, warm and slippery and, oh, so satisfying. Her orgasm pounded in her belly and made her vision blurry. A vivid image of him kneeling behind another girl, fucking her wildly while the girl licked her pussy flooded her mind, and a piercing sensation blasted through her ass-hole, a mixture of pain and pleasure so potent she thought she would faint. She had never experienced such a feeling, hoped it would happen again, knew it would if she let another girl go down on her.
Her orgasm began ebbing, but she kept churning her hips and flexing her cunt around his cock until she was sure she had emptied it completely, then went limp under him, panting for breath.
He fell over and lay on his back at her side and she reached over and gripped his cock in her fist, reluctant to relinquish the intimate contact.
"Fantastic," he muttered. "I've never seen you this wild. Once your motor got started, I didn't know if I could turn it off."
"My motor has been running at full speed all day," she giggled, "and I wasn't sure I wanted you to turn it off."
"Maybe it's a good thing you're going to meet Carla for lunch tomorrow. I'll need the time to rest."
At the mention of Carla, her ass-hole quivered. She fondled his limp rod and put her arm around his neck and pressed her naked body against him and kissed him lovingly. "I love you, darling," she said softly, snuggling down with her head on his shoulder. "You've taught me so much about enjoying sex."
"You're a good student. A teacher can never teach more than the student is willing to learn. You come by it naturally. You're a very sexy, sensual girl."
She giggled and bit his chest lightly. "Why, darling, are you saying that I have the soul of a whore? I am what you've made me, a totally wanton, horny girl who would do anything for her guy."
"I've only given you the opportunity to express yourself, sweetheart. You've become a beautiful fucking machine only because you learned to let yourself go and enjoy your sexuality."
"Hmmm, you're right, as usual. If I get randy again after while, is it okay if I wake you?"
"You'll wake me no matter what I say," he laughed.
"I love being married to such a bright guy," she giggled.
CHAPTER TEN
Carla sat down in the locker room and took off her sneakers. "You played with unusual enthusiasm today," she said. "You really had me running all over the court."
"First time I beat you," Roxy said, "and it feels good."
"Don't gloat too soon, I'll get you the next time."
They went into the shower room, and saw that only one shower was vacant.
"What do we do," Carla said, "flip to see who gets it first?"
"I don't have a coin," Roxy replied, "and neither do you. Come on, we can shower together. I won't assault you."
"Nothing is going my way today," Carla laughed.
They showered and dressed and walked down the street to a small restaurant and sat outside under a big umbrella and had big salads and wine and fresh-baked bread.
"So," Roxy said between bites, "how's life treating you?"
"Terrible," Carla replied. "I can't even remember how to spell sex, let alone what it is."
"I feel for you," Roxy laughed, "but I can't quite reach you. Larry is after me all the time. If he wasn't, I'd be after him."
"Wise ass," Carla grumbled. "You're younger than I am, my tits are bigger than yours, and I've got a lot more sexual experience. So, how is that you landed such a wonderful guy?"
"I really don't know, Carla. Believe me, I never expected to find such a dynamite guy, and I thank my lucky stars every night before I go to sleep."
"You'd better do more than that, honey, or some girl with fire in her eyes and the soul of a whore will come along and take him away from you."
"He says I've got the soul of a whore and I know I've got fire in my eyes," Roxy replied, "so he has no reason to be tempted by other girls. I give him everything he wants, and then some. He doesn't even have to ask, I'm always thinking of new and different things to do with him. I didn't know much when we met, but I'm learning fast. Do the guys you date go down on you?"
"Honey, some of them don't even want to boff me! More often than not, they want me to blow them, but they have no interest in going down on me. Even if they do, all I usually get is a quick lick. Why did you change the subject so abruptly?"
"I wasn't aware that I had changed it," Roxy said. "Larry loves to eat my pussy, and he does it so well. My clit gets so sensitive, I nearly lose my mind when he licks it."
"Honey, if you're trying to make me jealous, you're succeeding."
"Have you ever made it with a girl?"
Carla shook her head. "Not really. I've done a trio with another a guy and another girl a few times, and we kissed and fooled around with each other, but I've never licked a pussy. I've never even stuck my finger in one, besides my own, I mean, and I've never been licked by a girl. How about you?"
"I've never even been in a threesome," Roxy said, "of any kind."
"You don't have to be in a threesome to get it on with another girl. Are you trying to put the make on me?"
"No," Roxy said. "Larry wants to watch another girl go down on me, and I guess I'm just trying to talk it through and see how I feel. Sort of thinking out loud, I guess."
"Is that all he wants, to watch a girl go down on you? He doesn't want you to eat her?"
"He said I didn't have to."
"Are you going to give him what he wants?"
Roxy smiled wistfully. "I was going to say that I don't know, but that isn't true. I promised him that I would do anything he wanted, as long as it wasn't painful or degrading, so I guess it's only a question of when and with whom." She took a sip of wine and looked off in the distance a moment. "I wonder what a pussy tastes like."
Carla's heart beat a little faster. Was it possible that she might get her wish and get into a tangle with Roxy? "If you're curious, you must be thinking about eating one," she said.
"Well, I think I could, under the right circumstances. I like to lick Larry's cock right after he fucks me, when his cock is all wet and sticky, and I've tasted my pussy on his mouth after he eats me, but that isn't the same as licking a pussy. Even if I did decide to find out if I'm bisexual, the first time I try it has to be with Larry. I wouldn't deprive him of that pleasure."
"Too bad," Carla said, "it might be fun to try it with each other. Right now, I mean. We could go over to my place."
Roxy smiled and shook her head. "You sounded gloomy when you called, and you don't sound much better now. Want to talk about it, instead of my problem?"
"I don't think you've got a problem," Carla laughed. "My company furloughed me Thursday, for two weeks. I've got vacation time coming, but I didn't want to use it that way."
"Bummer," Roxy said. "If it will help, you can come over and use our pool any time you want. You can even pretend you're at a nude resort. I'm sure Larry would spread some sand around so you can pretend you're at the beach, if that would help."
"Thanks, you're a good friend. I just might, use your pool, I mean. I don't know about pretending that I'm at a nude resort, but you don't have to spread sand around in any case. Maybe I ought to pretend that I have a boyfriend while I'm at it. I threw Jim out Thursday night."
'Two jolts in one day," Roxy said.
"Oh, I knew it was coming, I just didn't expect it the day I had already gotten bad news. The past couple of months, I thought I was in a bad marriage. All he wanted to do was sit around and swill beer and stare at the tube and whine because I make more money. When I let him move in with me, I didn't know he was such a moody ass-hole. I really don't have much luck with guys. I even considered giving up on them and finding a nice girl to live with me."
"You considered it, but didn't do it," Roxy said. "What changed your mind?"
Carla leaned back in her chair and snickered.
"I fucked hell out of myself with a vibrator, and realized that I couldn't get by without a cock."
"Well, that's one way to do it. You need cheering up. Why don't you come over tonight and have dinner with Larry and me?"
"Oh, you don't have to take me under your wing, honey. I'll be okay. I've struggled through worse times. Besides, I don't know how I'd feel, being mothered by a younger girl."
"Oh, I don't intend to take you under my wing," Roxy laughed, "and I'm certainly not going to mother you. Larry-likes you, and he-likes to be around pretty girls."
"I'll put on a big smile and stick my tits out," Carla laughed.
"That would be right up his alley."
"Honey, I don't mean any offense, but you can't cook worth a damn," Carla said. "I'm really not up to struggling through one of your meals."
"No offense taken," Roxy laughed. "Larry says that I have other attributes. Come on over anyway. We'll work something out. I can always order something sent in. Italian, maybe, Larry-likes Italian."
"Honey, do you realize that you're talking to a girl of Italian ancestry who grew up learning to cook all the traditional dishes? What's Larry favorite?"
"He loves Veal Marsala, and he's always bitching that he can't find a restaurant that does it justice."
"Well," Carla said, "how about that? It's my favorite too, and I guarantee he'll like mine."
"Maybe we've got a lot more in common than I thought," Roxy said. "Tell me what to get, and I'll go to the store right now."
"Oh, honey, don't even think of getting what I need in a supermarket. What I don't have at home, I'll get from the little market where I shop."
"I hate for you to drag everything over to our place."
"No sweat, honey. I've done it before, for guys who didn't appreciate the effort. Doing it for somebody who knows what good Italian food is will be a pleasure."
"You're talking about Larry, not me. I eat my own cooking, and anybody who can do that doesn't know good food from bad."
"After tonight, you will," Carla said.
"Well, at least let me get the wine."
"I'll bring everything we need, honey. You just set the table with your best tablecloth and china and light the candles. If we're going to give that wonderful husband of yours a treat, we're going to do it right."
Roxy was sure Carla didn't know what a treat she had in mind for her husband.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Roxy got home, Larry was watching the ball game on the tube.
"Hi, sweetheart," he said without looking up. "Did you have a nice lunch with Carla?"
"Yes, and I invited her for dinner tonight."
"What are you going to order?"
"Nothing," Roxy said, "she's going to cook Veal Marsala for you."
He muted the TV and looked at Roxy. "Oh, really, how did you talk her into that?"
"It wasn't hard, she-likes you. Well, that isn't entirely true. She-likes you, that part's true. Her company furloughed her Thursday for two weeks and she threw her boyfriend out that night. She's sort of down in the dumps, so I invited her to have dinner with us, and she said she would, but she wouldn't eat my cooking. Not that I blame her, I don't know how you stand it. Anyway, she said she would come over if she could do the cooking, and asked what your favorite Italian food is. There, everything all wrapped up neatly and tied with a big red bow."
"If she asked what my favorite Italian food is, she must really like me."
"She does. She'll be here about five, so you've got time to watch the rest of the game."
"What are you going to do?"
"You don't have to entertain me, darling. I'll just putter around a while, then take my bath."
She savored the excitement building between her thighs as she went to the bedroom and undressed, then got her jelly vibrator and went back to the living room. She strutted past Larry with an exaggerated swing to her ass and sat in an overstuffed chair facing him. She draped her legs over the arms of the chair and closed her eyes a moment and pictured Carla on her knees in front of her, giving her pussy a tongue bath while her darling husband stroked his hard cock and watched.
Larry looked at the electrifying sight of his wife spread wide open, holding her vibrator in one hand, and turned off the TV.
Roxy opened her eyes and looked at him, grinning mischievously as she turned the vibrator on and ran the tip over the lips of her pussy, delaying penetration, merely teasing herself for his benefit.
"This is a special treat," he said softly. "What did I do to rate it?"
"I got horny," she giggled.
Luscious throbs of pleasure began to ripple through her cunt. She gripped the vibrator with both hands and stuck the nose between the puffy lips of her snatch and sucked in a quick breath as it entered her saturated channel.
"You stay horny," he laughed.
"Ain't life grand?"
Sensuous sensations built rapidly, threatening to swamp her brain with a flood of lust. She eased the vibrator out of her cunt and looked at it. Her love oil coated about half of the tool, and she looked at her husband as she stuck her tongue out and dragged the vibrator over it.
She giggled and put the vibrator down and stared at him as she used the tips of her fingers to gently open her long, thick lips, revealing the small mouth of her cunt and the large bulge of her clitoris. She ran the ball of her thumb over the swollen button, and her ass wriggled and her hips twitched. "Oooooo, that feels good," she muttered.
"Looks pretty damn good, too," he said softly.
She picked up the vibrator, turned it on low and touched the tip to her moist slit, then eased it into her slick honey pot. The feel of the big chunk of pliable plastic sliding into her snatch gave her goose bumps. She stared at her husband with hot eyes and pushed the whole thing up her liquefied channel.
"Very sexy," Larry said softly.
His voice cut through her like a hot knife going through butter. "I feel so wanton when I fuck myself and you watch." She closed her eyes and shuddered, savoring the luxurious vibrations deep in her cunt, then opened her eyes and looked at him again. "Are you pretending that you're watching another man fuck me?"
"Psychic imp," he chuckled.
She dropped her eyes and looked at him as she tipped her cunt up so he had a clear view of the vibrator sliding in and out of her cunt, and worked it in and out slowly.
"Can you see everything?"
"Perfect," he said.
Impulsively, she pulled the vibrator out of her cunt and lifted it to her mouth. Her long pink tongue flashed out and curled around the wet, buzzing plastic and the taste of her pussy juice ignited her taste buds. She held the sensual oil on her tongue and savored the exotic flavor. A new door of licentious delight swung open, and she knew beyond doubt that she was going to lick Carla's pussy tonight. She licked the tool clean, stuck it back in her cunt, then licked it clean again.
Her raunchy experiment sparked a potent sexual craving, a desire to cum that she could no longer deny. She kept her eyes focused on her husband, eased the humming vibrator back into her cunt and pushed it all the way in. Her tight little hole stretched easily, but she felt positively stuffed. She looked down at the mouth of her cunt stretched into a tight circle around the vibrator, and thought it looked pretty damn sexy.
"Do you want me to cum."
"Does your pussy have lots of blonde hair around it?"
"It sure has a big old red jelly vibe stuck in it," she giggled.
She flexed her cunt muscles and sighed deeply as she lay back in the chair, closed her eyes and savored the sensation of the thick, buzzing plastic cylinder filling her honeyed channel. Her hole squished, her face flushed deeply and her tits jiggled as she fucked herself rapidly.
"I'm going to cum now," she said hoarsely. "It's here, darling, I'm going to cum for you!"
Her cunt throbbed and twitched tumultuously, her ass bucked and writhed as breathtaking jolts of searing bliss blasted through her loins and a tidal wave of ecstasy washed over her. Shuddering and squealing, her fun gun firing repeatedly, she bounced ecstatically in the chair as she experienced a tremendous, drawn-out climax.
She basked in the luxurious afterglow of her climax with the vibrator humming softly in her cunt, then lifted her head and looked at Larry and grinned, feeling utterly lewd and lascivious and audacious and perfectly pleased with herself.
"You're something else," he said.
"Why do you like to watch me fuck myself?"
"I like to watch a girl do anything to herself," he replied. "I like to look at girls, especially if they're naked. Females, like roses and fine wine, were put on earth for men to enjoy."
"You're a chauvinist."
"Yep, and you love that I am."
"Watch this, you marvelous man," she whispered, excitement lacing her voice. She pulled the vibrator out of her cunt, threw her legs in the air, and stuffed the slick tool in her ass-hole.
"You puts on quite a show," he said softly.
"I'm just getting started, darling." She laughed gaily, jumped out of the chair and ran out of the room with the vibrator still stuck up her ass.
Larry followed her and saw the vibrator fall out of her ass just before she went into the bedroom. He picked it up and went into the room and looked at her.
She was lying on the bed, legs spread wide, her clit caught between two fingers and her hand wiggling gently. She grinned at him and pressed her clit so tightly between her fingers that it popped out of its hood and waved at him.
He leaned over and kissed her slit tenderly, then said, "Lovely."
She giggled and used both hands to pull her gash open. "My pussy, or my bawdy show?"
"Both. You like for me to look at your pussy, don't you?"
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Yes," Roxy whispered, "heaven help me for being so lewd, but I love it. You've corrupted me something awful."
"No," Larry replied, "I merely give you the leeway to be yourself."
He licked her ass-hole, then dragged his tongue up the full length of her cleft and into her dense bush at the top.
"Ummm," she moaned, "that felt good."
"Of course, and this will feel even better. Keep your lips open."
He gave her juicy slit a methodical tongue bath, and her body jerked every time his tongue passed over her stiffly erect clit. "I love it when you lick me that way," she whispered, "but I don't want you to suck me off."
"Damn, that's a first," he chuckled.
"I want you to upend me and hump my rump."
"Are you sure? I don't think my cock will fit."
"Darling, you saw how easily the vibrator went in," she said, "and it's nearly as big as your cock. I love the way you fuck my pussy and my mouth, and now I want you to fuck my ass. I've been practicing, so I'm ready for you."
"You're going to wear my cock out," he chuckled. "I'd better grow another one."
"Or borrow one," she giggled. "Drag the Cheval mirror up by the bed so I can watch."
He put the mirror by the bed, then undressed quickly as she got a tube of lubricant from the bed table and gave it to him, then got on her hands and knees, facing the mirror. She stared at her dangling tits and snickered. "I look even more wanton than I thought."
"Where did you get the lubricant?"
"I use it on my vibrators, darling. Grease me up and start by loosening me up with one finger, then two, and then the vibrator."
He got on the bed behind her and greased her ass-hole thoroughly, inserted one finger, then two, and gently worked them around in her tight little hole, and her ass humped and wiggled seductively. He felt her sphincter slacken and withdrew his fingers and carefully stuck the vibrator up her ass and turned it on.
She had fucked herself in the ass at least a dozen times getting ready for his cock, and the gentle vibrations inside her ass always gave her an unexpectedly jolt of pleasure. "Damn, that feels terrific!" she whispered.
He fucked her ass with the vibrator and reached around and stuck his middle finger in the top of her slit and rubbed her clitoris and said teasingly, "How does that feel?"
"Fucking wonderful," she gasped.
"Are you going to you cum for me?"
"Are you kidding? I couldn't stop if I wanted to!"
She grabbed a pillow and nearly tore it apart as her climax overwhelmed her. At the peak of her orgasm, he withdrew the vibrator and put the head of his cock against her ass-hole.
She felt a momentary twinge as the bloated head of his cock bored insistently into her ass-hole. "Oooooo," she moaned softly. "Go ahead, darling, put some more in. I'm okay."
He chuckled. His prick had penetrated her ass as easily as the vibrator. "You've got it, darling," he said. "It's all in."
"Really?" She couldn't believe it had been so easy, so painless, but the crisp curls of his pubic hair tickling the cheeks of her ass told her that his cock had entered her back door without a struggle.
"Really," he confirmed. "Your whole body was made for fucking."
"I'm glad," she sighed. "I do love having your cock up my ass, darling. It feels simply wonderful! God, I'm hotter than a blast furnace, and this is so wild, looking at myself in the mirror with your big cock stuck up my ass! Don't do anything yet, just let me enjoy all the new sensations."
"We'd better not take too long. Carla will be here soon."
"My ass is a lot tighter than my pussy, darling. It isn't going to take you long to cum."
She clenched his cock with her sphincter and rose up on her knees, experimenting with the unique experience and her remarkable kinky feelings. She leaned back against him and turned her head to the side, and he caressed her cheeks and kissed her tenderly.
"I like it," she murmured. "I didn't come to you as a virgin, but you got that special cherry."
"Fucking virgins is hard work," he laughed.
"I started a whole new life when I met you, darling. I feel so sexy, so wanton, and I'm going to do everything I can think of to keep you happy."
"If I got any happier, I'd be giddy. I can't fuck you this way, you know."
"Yes, I know, I just wanted to get used to your cock stuck up my ass." She wiggled her ass and giggled. "I like being utterly lewd, darling." She took a deep breath and dropped back to all fours. "I'm ready now, darling, fuck my ass good."
He grasped her lush hips and fucked her ass with long, slow strokes. Her bunghole was surprisingly comfortable, snug, but not too constricting. She was right, however. Her ass was a lot tighter than her pussy, and he wasn't going to last very long.
He slid one hand around to her crotch, spread the wings of flesh guarding her slit, slipped two fingers around her clit, and stimulated her sensitive love button. The size of the sensitive stud amazed him every time he saw or touched it. No wonder she came so easily.
"Ooohhh, darling, that feels good," she moaned. "I can cum just from your cock in my ass, but keep frigging me. It makes it so much better. How does my ass feel?"
"Fantastic! Ever thought about having your pussy and ass stuffed at the same time?"
"I don't mind if you tramp around in my mind, darling," she panted, "just be sure you take off your shoes first. I'm sure I could take two, especially if the other cock was smaller than yours. You in my pussy and a smaller one in my ass. You fill me pretty full and.. .oooooo.. .ooohhh, fuck, it's getting so fucking good.. .that's it, darling, do that.. .uh-huh, soon, darling.. .soon.. . " Her voice railed off into a series of panting grunts.
She hunched at him with an alternate rhythm and twisted her ass in circles, meeting his thrusts impetuously, with uninhibited enthusiasm. He had to shorten his strokes so he couldn't pull out, and to compensate, he increased his tempo and his heavy balls swung up between her thighs and slapped against her pussy.
"I'm there, darling," she growled, "going to cum now, fuck my ass the way you fuck my pussy!" She swallowed hard, took a deep breath, then rattled the walls with her screams of ecstasy.
He diddled her joy buzzer and fucked her tight ass-hole, his own climax only seconds away. She writhed and bucked and twisted her ass violently, bringing him ever closer. He banged her back door a few more times, then slammed forward, burying his prong to the hilt, wrapped his arms around her hips and hung on tenaciously, humping her rump with short strokes as his prick erupted and soaked her rear channel with jism.
She came down slowly, her screams tapered off and she stopped twisting and her chest slumped slowly to the bed. He backed away from her elevated ass, his flaccid cock hanging slack, spent and entirely drained.
"My God," she exclaimed, "that was wonderful!"
"Damn if it wasn't," he agreed. "You're really a hot little witch, you know."
"God, I hope so," she laughed. "I'm trying my damnedest to be."
"I hope Carla isn't late. Suddenly, I'm famished."
"There you go again, talking about pussy," she teased. "I'd better clean up so I don't dribble all over the place. Come on, I'll wash your cock, then we'd better get dressed. I don't care if Carla catches us this way, but I know dinner would be late if she did."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Outstanding," Larry said, crossing his knife and fork on his plate. "There's not a restaurant in town that can come close."
"Thank you," Carla said. "Cooking for somebody who appreciates it is fun."
"Carla, you did the cooking, so I'll clear the table," Roxy said. "Darling, take her to the rec room, maybe put on some music and dance."
"Slow dancing," Carla said. "Roxy, is it okay if I flirt with your husband? I like to flirt when I dance."
"Feel free," Roxy replied, "just leave him in one piece and undamaged."
"Oh, honey, I never damage precious goods," Carla quipped.
"Well, don't get risque until I get there. I don't want to miss anything."
Carla took Larry's hand and went with him, and Roxy worked at record speed clearing the table and loading the dishwasher. From the glint in Carla's eyes, she knew Carla had gotten her message, loud and clear.
Larry loaded the CD player with six disks and turned to Carla. "Wait," he said as she took a step toward him, "let me look at you."
She was wearing a white knit dress and white, high heel pumps. Her clingy dress emphasized her voluptuous figure, caressed her superb tits, nipped her slender waist, flowed over her womanly hips and draped over her generously rounded ass. Her long black hair brushed her cheeks with feathery curls, framing her finely sculptured features and lush red lips. Obviously, she had taken extra care with her appearance.
He whistled softly and said, "You look fabulous, like you were going out with a special guy."
She grinned mischievously. "In and out and around and around sounds good to me. I think I'm with somebody special right now. You and Roxy are my best friends."
"Did I hear my name?" Roxy came into the room, carrying a bottle of wine and three glasses. She took one look at the situation and decided that she had to do something to get things moving in the direction she wanted them to go. "I brought the other bottle of that delicious wine. Maybe we'll get a little tipsy and do something wild. Darling, did you properly reward Carla for that superb dinner?"
"How would you like me to reward you?"
Carla smiled sexily. "Why don't we start with a kiss?"
"Darling," Roxy said, "when a guy takes a girl out on a date and feeds her a nice meal, he thinks she owes him something. Well, Carla gave you a nice meal tonight, so the shoe is on the other foot, and now you owe her."
Larry thought Carla looked almost virginal in white. She put her arms around his neck and snuggled into his arms, and her provocative kiss was anything but chaste. She undulated her voluptuous body against his and they instinctively moved to the music, their lips locked, her tongue trying to reach his tonsils.
She broke the kiss and said softly, "I'm naked under my dress." She nibbled on his ear lobe and thrust her cunt mound at his crotch. "Touch me, and you'll see. You won't find a panty line."
Larry glanced over Carla's shoulder at his wife. They were only a few feet away, and he knew she could hear what Carla said. Roxy lifted her dress so he could see that she wasn't wearing panties, then grinned and gave him a thumbs up. He knew she wasn't wearing a bra, and knew she was telling him that she approved of whatever he wanted to do.
"You could be wearing a girdle or body shaper," he said to Carla.
"God, I wouldn't be caught dead in one of those things, honey! For better or worse, everything under my dress is all natural. No elastic, and definitely no silicone."
"I can vouch for that," Roxy said. "I see her naked every week when we shower after our tennis game."
Carla's audacious behavior, and his wife's approval, delighted him. Still, his mouth dried out and his hands shook slightly as they slid down Carla's back to the firm, shapely cheeks of her foxy ass.
"This jersey material clings to me so tightly that I can't wear anything under it," Carla continued. "Except maybe a garter belt and hose. I don't have even that much under it tonight. I thought you might like a little thrill."
"You know what you're doing, don't you?"
They swayed to the music without moving their feet. Carla chuckled sexily and straddled his leg and pressed the top of her thigh against the lump of his cock. All of the blood drained out of his brain and into his cock, and he didn't know if his dick was going to explode, or if he was going to pass out, or both.
"Oh, honey, I know exactly what I'm doing," she said. "If you don't believe me, you can prove it for yourself."
"How?"
"You know how. Bunch up the back of my dress and feel my ass." She rubbed her thigh against his cock with more pressure. "Go ahead, honey, touch my bare ass."
"You do realize that my wife is just a few feet away, don't you?"
"Go ahead, darling," Roxy said, "see if she's telling you the truth. You aren't chicken, are you, don't you want to feel her bare bottom?" Roxy sat on the couch, calmly sipping wine and watching the two lovebirds. "Turn her back toward me so I can see your hands when you touch her bare ass."
Larry's fingers moved slowly, gathering up Carla's dress. As the hem cleared the top of her thighs, she rubbed her pussy up and down his leg, and pressed her leg harder against the lump his pants, bringing his cock to full erection.
"Oh, my," Carla muttered, "you must have the air conditioner set on high. The air in here is so cold on my naked ass. Or maybe it's because my skin is so hot. What do you think, honey, could it be because my pussy is on fire?"
He rubbed both hands over her bare ass. Her skin was just as hot as she said, and just as bare as far as he could tell. He kneaded the sumptuous, shapely globes of flesh, and, suddenly, his entire universe was centered in the head of his stiff dick, and he completely forgot that his wife was sitting a few away, watching intently. Carla's voluptuous, sexy body, her naked ass and her bawdy, teasing words occupied his mind completely. "Wild bitch," he hissed.
"Oh, honey, you don't know how wild I really am! How does it feel? Do you like playing with a girl's bare ass while you wife watches?" She intentionally continued to say ass to inflame him.
"You could be wearing thong panties," he said boldly.
"Only one way to find out, honey. I don't have to lead you by the hand, you know what to do."
She got off his leg and stood in front of him, her legs parted slightly, glued her mouth to his and gave him a deep French kiss that made his toes curl and his nerves tingle. He was going to wake up in a few minutes, in bed, having a wet dream. In the meantime, he might as well enjoy himself. If it was a wet dream, it was a mighty fine one, and he didn't want to miss a second of it.
"Well," she said, her voice loaded with hot lust, "what are you waiting for? I warn you, though, all you're going to find is my pussy, and I hope you don't mind getting your finger wet. I'm flowing like a damn river. I can even feel some of it running down the inside of my thighs."
"Roxy's pussy feels like a bottle of warm oil when she gets hot," he murmured.
"Then you know what to expect."
His hand skated around her hip and scooted into her crotch, and all he touched was hair, what felt like tons of long bushy curls.
"I can't see what you're doing, darling," Roxy said.
Carla turned so Roxy could see her crotch and stared straight into Larry's eyes and opened her legs a little further. Inspired by her bawdy behavior, and the lust controlling him, he slid the tip of his finger down her sultry gash, moved his hand lower and eased his finger into her hot, sopping hole.
She captured his finger with her strong cunt muscles and pulled it all the way in until his knuckle was touching the lips. "Ahhh, yes," she whispered hotly. She hunched on his finger, and her hole got wetter.
His finger felt as though it was inside a fiery, wet cauldron. "Damn, Carla, you're hotter than the tail pipe on a jet plane!"
Carla chuckled deep in her throat. "I told you so. "Play with my clit, and I'll cum for you. I always cum really hard when my clitty is rubbed."
"You are one hot bitch," he exclaimed softly.
"Or a bitch in heat, whichever you like. Haven't you ever jacked Roxy off in a public place?"
"No, but the idea is intriguing."
"I jacked him off in a restaurant the other night," Roxy laughed, "and I thought he was going to faint. Turn her a little more so I can see her pussy, darling, and rub her clit."
The kinky turn of events didn't really surprise Larry. His scheming, horny wife had hinted at this, but he didn't want to get his hopes too high, so he put it down as her way of stimulating him to greater effort when he fucked her. Next time, he would pay more attention to what she said and believe her. He turned Carla so she was nearly facing Roxy.
"That's just right, darling," Roxy said. "Now, get her off. Carla, I've never watched a girl cum, so don't hold anything back, give me a good show."
Larry eased his finger out of Carla's humid hole and slid it up her slit, and the long, thick lips closed around his finger. "When I play with Roxy's pussy, the lips close over my ringer the same way," he said softly, talking mostly to himself. The tip of his finger rocked her boy-in-the-boat, and she gasped softly and jerked her hips. He rubbed the large bump experimentally, as if confirming that he really was touching her clit. "Damn, your clit is bigger than Roxy's, and hers is the biggest one I've ever seen."
"The better to cum with, my darling," Carla snickered. "We'll compare after while."
Larry rubbed the hard, erect pleasure point a little harder, Carla spasmed, and he massaged it faster. She put one arm around his neck and nuzzled her face into the crook of his shoulder and bucked at his hand.
"Carla," Roxy said, "open your legs a little more, darling." Watching her husband play with another girl's pussy fascinated her, kicked her lust into high gear. She knew it was going to be exciting, but not this exciting, and they hadn't yet reached the high point of the evening. "Yes, that's it. I can see his finger a lot better."
The whole situation was bizarre. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that he would be finger-fucking another girl, let alone right in front of his wife-and while she encouraged him, to boot! His cock throbbed and jerked, attempting to burst out of his pants, and he had the crazy dread that he was going to cream his jeans.
Carla lifted her head and looked at Roxy. "My little cunny feels so good, darling," she whispered hotly. "I'm going to cum so hard!"
Carla sucked the lobe of Larry's ear into her mouth and bit it, and he nearly jumped out of his shoes. She pushed her thigh against his prick and rubbed it as she hunched on his finger and her body vibrated.
Six months of marriage isn't really a very long time, but it was long enough to make
Larry forget how much fun it was to get different girls off. He held onto Carla with one arm, keeping her bountiful tits crushed into his chest, and diddled her huge clit, rolling it and massaging it rapidly.
She tightened her arm around his neck and shook like an aspen leaf in a strong wind. The faster he stroked her clit, the harder her body shook, and he wondered if her body was going to vibrate to pieces and fly all over the rec room.
The music was still playing, but now it was merely a background sound, something to cum to, not dance to. Carla came down from her orgasm slowly, her body still twitching, but was no longer in danger of vibrating to pieces. "Oh, darling, that was positively marvelous," she sighed. "You do know how to find a girl's hot button, don't you?"
Larry eased up the pressure on her clit and stroked it lightly. "I couldn't miss yours, it's as big as the end of my little finger."
"Would you believe that I can often cum just by rubbing my thighs together?"
"I'm about ready to believe most anything about you."
She giggled and kissed him lightly, then took his hand and stuck his finger in his mouth. 'Tell me how my pussy tastes," she said with a big, seductive smile.
"Delicious," he replied.
Roxy was just about hot enough to set the couch on fire. "If you two are trying to make me jealous," she said, "you're succeeding. Carla, you're beautiful when you cum. Watching you made my pussy wet enough to drown a fish. Darling, how hard is your cock?" In her excited state, the words rushed out as she tried to cover all the bases at once.
"Well, it's been harder," he replied, "but it's hard enough to get the job done."
"I want it as hard as an iron bar," Roxy said. She stood and took off her dress and tossed it over the back of the couch, then sat down with her legs spread. "Carla, come sit by me and let's give him a little show. I think he needs a little more stimulation."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Carla shucked her dress and sat by Roxy and spread her legs. She put her right hand between her shapely thighs and she fondled her pussy and giggled with elation. T can't think of a more wonderful way to start the day than with a good orgasm. I jack off three or four times a day, and I really get turned on doing it in front of someone else. Do you jack off, or does Larry keep you so well-fucked that you don't have to."
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Larry looked at them with eyes filled with lust. They sat with their hips touching, two priceless love goddesses painstakingly sculpted in exquisite detail, shrines to the carnal arts, alive and breathing and eager to fuck!
"It isn't a question of having to," Roxy said, "it's a question of wanting to. I like to cum, and if he isn't here, I take matters in hand without hesitation. Until I met him, my fingers were my best friends."
"Does his cock have a big head? I simply adore big heads. I have a very large, very active G-spot, and big heads really give me the shivers."
"You're assuming that he's going to fuck you," Roxy said with an impish grin and a devilish chuckle.
"I thought that's what this was all about," Carla said, sounding disappointed, thinking she had misunderstood.
"What this is all about is you and me, darling," Roxy said. "His cock's got a real big head, and he's going to fuck you, but that's just icing on the cake."
"Honey, if he puts some of his icing on my cake," Carla laughed, "I'll do anything you want."
"Including eating my pussy?"
"Oh, I was going to do that anyway, honey. You gave yourself away at lunch, so I knew what to expect. Think of something hard."
"My husband's cock," Roxy giggled. "Darling, undress so we can look at your handsome cock while we give you a little show."
"I think I've died and gone to fucking heaven," Larry said softly.
"Not yet, darling," Roxy breathed seductively, "but we'll do everything we can to help you up the golden stairs as often as you can climb them."
Larry undressed quickly and dragged a big chair up to the coffee table so he was only a few feet from them and sat down. "Let the show begin," he said, his voice full of sunshine and happiness.
Roxy stared at Carla's furry pussy, eager to watch her jack off. Her pussy tingled and a gallon of juice gushed down her channel, and she suddenly felt an overwhelming need to cum.
A look of devilish delight danced in Carla's eyes and she looked very excited as she displayed her charming pussy to Larry and Roxy and played with it. "You have such a lovely body. I've seen you naked so many times, but this time is different."
Roxy shivered and said, "I know what you mean."
"Well, I'm looking at Carla's naked body for the first time," Larry said, "and I like what I see."
Carla put both hands in her crotch, spread her fingers along each side of her hairy seam and slowly peeled her puffy cunt lips wide open, then pushed her mound forward and curved it up, audaciously exhibiting her sultry slit to Roxy's hot-blooded gaze. She knew Larry could also see it, but her main interest right now was Roxy.
Roxy felt the magnetism of Carla's licentious nature settle over them like a sensual fog as she stared at the tender pink flesh inside Carla's gash, at her large, erect clitoris standing fully out of its hood, looking like a little penis. "Your clit is real big," she said softly. She reached over and touched it with the tip of her finger. "I feel so naughty, doing this with you," she giggled, awed by the carnal feelings she felt for her girlfriend.
"God, girl, you're wild," Carla breathed.
Roxy glanced up to be sure Larry could see her pussy as she slid her middle finger up and down her slit. "We're going to be a lot wilder before the night is over," she said.
"God, I hope so," Carla said. "You do suck Larry's cock, don't you?"
"Yes, and I love it," Roxy replied softly. "Until I met him, I had never had a cock in my mouth. The first time I sucked him off, his big load surprised me."
"I like a man who cums gallons," Carla said. She looked at Larry and grinned. "Can you see everything, darling?"
"Yes, I have a perfect view."
"Good, play with your cock while you watch us. Just don't let it squirt yet." She eyed Roxy's pussy. "I've never seen your pretty pussy up close. I like the way your inner lips peek out."
The compliment pleased Roxy, made her glad that she was displaying herself so flagrantly to her girlfriend and husband. The way Carla played with her pussy was beguiling, in a lascivious way-sort of debased-very erotic. She put a finger alongside her own clit and felt an incredibly strong surge of sexual arousal pulse through her body.
Their lewd posture, Carla's wanton, uninhibited example, had a strange effect on her, created a firestorm of lustful eagerness between her thighs. She felt a profound shock wave of erotic pleasure tear through her when she touched her own pussy. Her flesh had become incredibly sensitive, and even the lightest touch sent heart-stirring flashes of passionate delight roaring through her nervous system. She wanted desperately to watch Carla masturbate, and to give her an equally exciting demonstration of her own jackoff technique.
She let her finger drift over her clit and caught her breath. "God, I'm so fucking hot!" she whispered.
"Open your legs wider so Larry and I can see your pussy better," Carla said. "Truly passionate men like to watch a woman pleasure herself. I guarantee you, you jack off for a real man and he'll fuck you the way you want."
"I don't always jack off for Larry, and he still fucks me the way I like it," Roxy giggled.
Carla draped her right leg over Roxy's left leg and spread her thighs further apart. She liked the way her flesh felt against Roxy's. She pushed two fingers of her left hand into her cunthole and enveloped her clitoris with two fingers of her right hand, and luxuriant tingles of licentious liveliness lanced through her snatch and into her belly.
"Your husband is in a class all by himself, darling," Carla said. "You don't know how lucky you are to have found him."
Roxy stared at Carla's crotch, mesmerized by her sopping crevice. She pressed her finger a little firmer to her clit and jiggled it. "I don't know many men," she said softly. She reached over with her left hand, cupped Carla's tit and kissed her on the lips, then leaned down and licked her nipple. "Your nipples are so long, and so thick. Larry is going to love sucking them."
Carla arched her chest and pushed her tits at Roxy. "Aren't you going to suck them?"
"Later. Right now, I just wanted to lick your nipple."
"You'd better not make promises you don't intend to keep," Carla said. She stared at Roxy's pussy, at the way her fingers played in her wet slit. "Watching you get yourself off is fun."
"Go ahead and make it," Roxy said huskily. "I want to watch you cum."
"Let's see how long we can make it last," Carla said. "I haven't enjoyed myself so much in a long time."
Roxy couldn't wait. She stroked her hole with two fingers of her left hand and strummed her clit with two fingers of her right hand, and immediately spread her wings and started soaring.
Carla gave up the idea of prolonging her pleasure when she saw how Roxy was going at her twat. Moaning blatantly, she attacked her cunt.
Roxy curled her cunt mound higher so Carla and Larry had a better view and wiggled her fingers vigorously on her clit. Her legs trembled and a pink flush of full-blown arousal covered her upper torso, and she felt the first delectable contractions of her climax deep in her cunt.
Carla stared at Roxy's pussy, adding visual stimulation to her manual manipulations as she flogged her clit and pumped her fingers in and out of her slippery hole.
Roxy let out a wailing moan as powerful convulsions wracked her body. She fought to keep her eyes open so she could watch Carla cum as she mauled her cunt with both hands, nearly out of control with passion.
Carla's orgasm began scant seconds later, and her cries of joy joined Roxy's, and they flopped and bucked on the couch, oblivious to everything but their turbulent pleasure.
They returned to the mundane world of reality and looked at each other and smiled. Carla pulled Roxy's fingers out of her cunt, lifted them to her mouth and sucked them noisily. Roxy shivered and lifted Carla's hand and sucked her fingers eagerly.
"Kiss me, darling," Carla said softly. "I like a kiss after I cum."
"What do you do when you jack off alone?"
"Without," Carla exclaimed.
Roxy leaned way over and brushed her lips against Carla's, then kissed her. Carla put her hand behind Roxy's head and kissed her passionately, with lots of probing tongue action, and Roxy capitulated to the lascivious embrace and sucked on Carla's tongue.
Roxy leaned back and looked at Carla with smoldering eyes. "That was wonderful," she said softly. "Have you ever kissed another girl? Not a peck on the check, but the way you kissed me just now."
"A couple of times, when I was in a threesome with a guy and a girl." She ran her hands all over Roxy's tits, exploring every inch of the pliable flesh, watching with enchantment as her nipples swelled and lengthened.
Roxy pushed Carla onto her back and knelt over her on all fours, swayed from side to side, and the thrilling wonder of four hard nipples rubbing together made them both gasp. Roxy lowered her crotch and blonde-furred satiny mound rustled against black-furred satiny mound.
"Oh, that's so beautiful," Larry said softly.
"Darling," Roxy said quietly, "are you in a hurry to fuck Carla?"
"Take your time, sweetheart," he replied. "I'm doing just fine."
"You wanted me to be a bawdy broad," Roxy said, "and now you've got it."
"Not yet, but you're well on your way," Larry laughed.
Roxy's face was flushed rosy-red with carnal excitement and her eyes glittered as she looked into Carla's sparkling black eyes, savoring the idea of fucking another girl, and in front of her husband, too! Whatever else happened, she knew she would suck Carla off, and the thought of getting her tongue in Carla's tender pussy thrilled her.
Carla rolled Roxy onto her side and quickly turned around. She propped Roxy's foot on the couch, opening her crotch and caressed the inside of thigh, then pulled Roxy's leg under her head and kissed the blonde's sodden pussy.
"Oh, I've always wondered how that would feel," Roxy said softly. "Larry says I have a golden touch. So do you."
Carla rubbed her face all over Roxy's, and her blonde curls felt like luxuriant fur.
"Ohhhhhh, darling," Roxy moaned, "suck my pussy and make me cum!"
Carla's long, pink tongue snaked out between her full lips and fluttered over the coral lips of Roxy's pussy, and they opened slowly, like the petals of an elegant bloom bidding welcome to the gentle morning sun.
Her body taut with apprehension and expectation, Roxy stared at Carla's exquisite cunt, traced one long, slender finger down the middle of the full lips, then stuck the first joint in her bubbling honey pot.
"Oooooo, that feels good," Carla whispered hotly. "You do have a golden touch."
Encouraged, inflamed with passion, Roxy stuck all of her finger up Carla's sex tube and pumped it rapidly in and out.
Carla stuck her tongue in Roxy's hole and kissed the puffy lips, then said, "Let's stop messing around and suck each other off, darling." She pressed her mouth full on Roxy's soft, furry pussy and drove her tongue into the blonde's honey pot over and over, rapidly tongue-fucking her.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Roxy's hips lurched in response, imitating a fucking gesture. Deluged by lascivious emotions, she flattened her tongue and licked the full length of Carla's dripping slit, then went after her clit with a rapidly fluttering tongue.
"Now you're really getting into it," Larry said, "and I've never seen a more beautiful sight."
Roxy's mind reeled with ecstasy, startling sensations flowed from her pussy, and she felt the first stirring of an orgasm.
Carla put her hands behind Roxy, cupped her firm ass cheeks and licked her clit lickety-split.
Roxy put her arms around Carla, cupped the girl's ass in her hands, and pulled them as close together as possible, and licked her frothy, hot gash and clit.
They held each other tightly, bucking and twisting, climbing inexorably toward their culminations, moans and groans of unadulterated joy drifting up from their crotches as their tongues worked zealously on each other's fiery clit.
Lust coursed through Roxy's energized body and she popped her cork with a flurry of wild bucking. Carla blew a scant second later, and they writhed and bucked in euphoric unity, cumming extravagantly, their tongues working frantically.
They rolled apart and Roxy turned around and kissed Carla passionately, then got up and looked at her husband.
"Darling, I hope you enjoyed watching it as much as I enjoyed doing it," she said with a big grin.
"He enjoyed it," Carla laughed. "Look at his cock."
Roxy took Larry's hand and pulled him to his feet. "Now, darling, we're going to be your concubines, and you can have whatever you want. If you can think of it, we can do it."
Carla joined them and kissed Larry. "Do you promise to love and cherish us and fuck us equally well?"
"You're damned right I do," Larry exclaimed.
"Then by the power vested in me as your wife," Roxy giggled, "I pronounce us a licentious threesome. You may kiss the brides, darling."
Larry kissed Carla. She put her hand behind his head, thrust her tongue into his mouth and her lips came alive against his. He kissed Roxy, and got the same passionate response. Roxy and Carla kissed, then all three of them tried to kiss each other at the same time, and wound up laughing like kids getting out of school for the summer.
Roxy sat him on the couch and both women nuzzled his neck and kissed his cheeks and rubbed their firm tits against him. Roxy held onto Larry's dick as she knelt on the floor between his knees and stroked his shaft as she rubbed the head over the soft skin of her face and neck. Carla leaned back into the soft cushions and watched, entranced by the lascivious sight as Roxy sucked his balls, then lapped the underside of his shaft with long strokes of her tongue.
Larry glanced at Carla and said, "She gave herself away the other day, and I knew this was going to happen. I just didn't know who she would ask to join us. She made a great choice."
"You got the very best," Carla said with a smile as she glanced at his cock. "Looks like we did, too."
Breathing shallowly, eyes half-closed and glazed with rising passion, Carla put one foot on the couch and spread her legs as she watched Roxy lick Larry's cock, pausing each time she reached the tip to engulf the crown with her wet mouth.
Larry watched Carla rub her damp cleft with one long finger. The sensation of his sensuous wife sucking his cock while her equally sensuous girlfriend played with her pussy made his head spin. He couldn't imagine anything more exciting than a threesome with these two horny, wanton girls.
Roxy glanced at Carla and said, "Would you like to help me suck his delicious cock?"
"If you think I'm going to turn down such a welcome offer, you're nuts!" In a flash, she knelt by Roxy, grasped the base of Larry's cock in her soft hand and squeezed firmly.
"This is great," Larry said.
Roxy looked up at him and winked. "It's going to get a lot better, darling." With calculated leisure, she ingested her husband's stiff rod, went down until her lips touched Carla's fingers, paused a moment, then withdrew with the same delightful deliberateness. Smiling at Carla, she moved aside. "Your turn, darling, enjoy."
Carla's hand slid up and down the spit-slick shaft several times, then she pulled the head to her lips and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked the splendid knob into her mouth, barely moving her head, her tongue working furiously.
Roxy stood and pulled and pinched her pebble-hard nipples so hard, they threatened to explode. "I think she's more wanton than I am," she said softly. Spreading her lovely legs and swaying sexily in time with the low music from the stereo, she caressed her pussy and locked her eyes on Carla's soft, red lips circling Larry's stiff cock. "But I'm getting there."
"So am I," Larry gasped, "fast!"
Roxy eased her middle finger between the pouting lips of her pussy and wriggled it into her sopping hole to the last knuckle. Hips undulating, she probed her slick channel, waited until Larry looked at her, then withdrew her finger and licked it seductively. "Mmmmmm, I taste good," she murmured.
"God, you're a sexy witch," he moaned.
Torn by the need to cum, unwilling to release his load so soon, Larry tangled his fingers in Carla's long black tresses and gently lifted her mouth from his raging rod, and it slipped from her lips with a moist plop. She raised her eyes questioningly. He rose, pulled her to her feet and kissed her passionately, and her jutting tits made two indentations in his chest. Holding her magnificent body made his knees weak.
Roxy looked at them and smiled dreamily. "This is so exciting," she said quietly, her voice trembling with lust
Larry stepped back, his cock standing straight out, feeling two feet long and ready to burst with desire. He looked down the hall then at his wife. Roxy smiled, took Carla's hand and headed down the hall, and he followed, staring hungrily at their gorgeous asses.
They sat on the side of the bed and watched Larry come into the room, his cock preceding him by ten inches and bouncing up and down in time with his steps.
"I'm glad you have a king-size bed," Carla said. "I hate to fuck three to a bed when I'm afraid of falling off." She put her arm around Roxy's waist and kissed her on the cheek. "And I'm so glad you invited me to party with you. You're such a wild little thing, and Larry's got such a gorgeous cock."
Carla looked at Larry's hand sliding up and down his cock, and her hungry pussy filled with juice again. He caught her look of craving and stood in front of her with his knees against hers, stroking his stiff rod and pointing the tip at her lush red lips. She reached between his legs and cupped his dangling balls as her mouth opened and her head began tilting forward.
"Pose for him, Carla," Roxy said, "show him everything. I've seen you naked lots of times, but he hasn't had a chance to really look at you."
Carla clung to Larry's dick and paused with her mouth nearly on his cock. "You don't want me to suck his cock?"
"Darling, I don't care how often you suck it," Roxy laughed, "but right now, I want you to pose for him."
Carla stood and walked a few feet away from the bed. "You really don't care how often I suck his cock?"
"No, darling, I really don't care," Roxy replied. "You're welcome to join us as often as you like, any time you like. Now, give us a good show." She patted the bed and said to Larry, "Sit here, darling, and let's watch her. She's an absolute fox, and I love to look at her naked body!"
"This is wild," he muttered. "I didn't know you had it in you."
"Oh, darling," Roxy laughed gaily, "Carla and I both are going to have it in us as often as you can get it up!"
"Far-fucking-out," Larry said, enchanted by the idea of fucking both of them as often as he wished, or, as Roxy said, as often as he could get it up, "too fucking incredible for words!"
"Boy, ain't that the ever-lovin' truth," Carla agreed.
Roxy reached into Larry's lap and wrapped her fist around his cock and stroked it slowly.
In the erotic mood that she loved so much, Carla slowly spread her legs so her pussy was in full view and caressed herself tantalizingly. She knew that she was alluring, seductive, and that the sight of her nude body stimulated her carnal playmates. Juice gushed down her channel as she smiled seductively and fondled her tits.
Roxy whispered, "Isn't she gorgeous, darling?" Passion laced her voice, her ass squirmed impetuously, and she jerked his cock faster as her left hand stole up to caress one shapely tit. "Don't you just love looking at her?"
"Outstanding," Larry said breathlessly.
Carla ran the fingers of one hand through her bush, fluffing the soft curls, then smoothed the long hair to the side so her long, thick cunt lips were visible.
"You're a real tease," Roxy chuckled. "Turn around and show him your fabulous ass."
Carla turned slowly, her arms at her sides, her chest thrust out to make her tits project further. She paused in profile and let them study her beautifully rounded ass, then turned her back to them and bent over with her legs spread. Her bewitching cunt came into full view, the hair along her deep gash soaked with juice, the sultry lips gaping open, revealing the humid, bright pink interior. She reached back with both hands and pulled the voluptuous cheeks of her ass apart, showing them more than pink.
"Fabulous," Larry exclaimed in a husky voice.
"Look how her ass-hole winks at us, darling," Roxy said. "I'll bet she takes it up the ass."
Abruptly, Carla swung around and straightened up, and her big tits shimmied and jiggled. She caught them and pointed her stiff nipples at her spectators. "Darling, I take it anywhere a guy wants to put it, especially when he's hung like Larry. About the only place I've never had it is in the armpit, and he can try that if he wants to."
"Darling," Roxy hissed excitedly, "Go over there and lick her tits and pussy!"
Larry covered the distance in two long strides, his cock leading the way, bouncing and swaying from his agitated movements, and stopped with the end of his prick boring into Carla's belly. She chuckled and put both hands between his legs and played with his cock and heavy balls as he licked each of her bounteous mounds all over, beginning with her thick, stiff nipples and spiraling to her chest, then dropped to his knees and stuck his face in her dense black bush and kissed her cunt.
Carla sucked in her breath sharply, put her right leg over his shoulder and her left hand behind his head and whispered, "Suck me off, darling." Her right hand went from tit to tit, pulling and pinching her turgid nipples and her head fell back and her eyes closed.
"Oh, yes, darling," Roxy moaned, "eat her out and make her cum good! I love to watch her cum."
The only way Carla could keep her balance was to hang onto Larry's head, and even then, her left leg trembled arduously. His tongue stabbed into her cunt, and she moaned and trembled harder. His tongue lashed her clit and she screamed and came and crumpled to the floor.
He kept his head between her legs and his tongue on her clit as she toppled over. Carla hit the carpet with a soft thud, threw her legs around his neck and drummed her heels on his back as a fierce orgasm tore through her, the soles of her feet, her scalp, and everything in between flexing and clenching. He licked and licked and licked and nearly wore out his tongue to make sure her orgasm ran its full course.
Her body went completely slack, her legs slid off his shoulders and fell to the floor, splayed wide, and her arms flopped straight out from her shoulders.
Larry kissed her pussy passionately and straightened up.
"Now, that's what I call a real climax," Roxy laughed. "I knew you were good, but you must have outdone yourself this time. Help me get her on the bed."
"I'm not dead," Carla giggled as she sat up. "Wow, you've got a wicked tongue, darling. I haven't cum that hard in a long time."
"Yeah, since I sucked you off in the living room," Roxy said dryly. "But he does have a devilish tongue. I love it when he licks my clit. Oh, Carla, you look positively awesome when you cum." She kissed Carla full on the mouth and let her tongue play between Carla's lips a moment, then leaned back and smiled. "Let me help you get on the bed."
"I can make it," Carla said.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"I'm going to help you anyway," Roxy laughed, "so I can feel you up." She got behind Carla and reached under her arms and cupped her tits and helped her to the bed.
"Girl, you're something else," Carla laughed. "If I had known you were such a hot little bitch, I would have made a pass at you a long time ago."
"I'm glad you didn't," Roxy laughed. "I wasn't ready then, and you would have fucked up everything."
"Much better to fuck than fuck up," Larry chuckled.
Carla reached out and ran her right hand lightly over his stiff stalk and cupped his balls in her left hand and gently rolled them around. "Silky smooth," she muttered, "and so big and so hot."
"Darling," Roxy said softly, "are you ready to fuck her?"
Larry felt as though he had crossed the threshold to paradise. "If I was any more ready, I would explode," he said.
Roxy and Carla exchanged knowing looks, then grabbed his hands and yanked him onto the bed. Roxy knelt over him, her big tits dangling under her chest, her stiff nipples brushing across him as she licked and sucked and nipped his skin from his chest to his navel. The tip of his rampant prick grazed her belly. He groaned and wiggled and twisted, trying to stab her wet, hot hole with his throbbing lance.
Carla knelt by Larry's head with her legs spread, her plump mound exposed, and caressed the inside of her thighs.
"Look at her pussy, darling," Roxy said.
He rolled his head to the side, and the tip of his nose was mere inches from Carla's pretty, black-haired slit. With the fingers of her left hand, she opened the long, thick lips of her twat, inserted her right fuck finger into her hole as far as it would go, and slid it in and out languorously, creating an exciting squishy sound.
Every time Roxy mentioned a threesome, Larry hoped she would someday actually do it, but he never let his hopes get too high. Now, she had not only made his dream a reality, but the other girl would give any man with a pair of balls wet dreams.
"Outstanding," he whispered.
Carla inched a second finger into her love tunnel and he felt Roxy's tongue slither across his belly. She buried her face in his crotch, squeezed his cock tightly and sucked one of his balls into her mouth.
Carla's eyes met his in a passionate stare. He licked his lips and she responded by eagerly clambering onto his chest and lowering her bushy box to his mouth. He drilled his tongue into her tight hole, and she gripped the headboard with both hands and moaned out loud and wiggled her ass back and forth.
Larry felt Roxy straddle him and he looked up across the expanse of Carla's flat belly as Roxy's hands snaked under her arms and cupped her gorgeous mammary mounds. Carla threw her head back and moaned as Roxy's long red nails pinched and tugged her turgid tit buds.
Roxy shifted and Larry felt the head of his cock scrub through the soft curls in her crotch. He lifted his hips and tried to drive his shaft into his wife's steamy snatch as he sucked frantically at Carla's dripping slot. Roxy had other ideas, allowing only the head of his swollen prong to penetrate her, then rotating her hips slowly.
Carla began her flight to nirvana and wailed, "Lick my clit, darling, lick it hard!"
He lapped at her protruding clit lickety-split and rubbed his face into the steamy sloppiness of her cunt juice and his saliva.
She shuddered and wiggled and twisted and fucked herself on his tongue, then climaxed violently. "Oh, fuck," she screamed, and nearly smothered him with her hairy snatch as she rode his face until her orgasm subsided, then rolled off and lay at his side, glassy-eyed, heaving for breath. "Thank you, darling," she whispered, "that was magnificent."
"My pleasure," he replied. "Any time you want me to eat you again, just whistle."
"Maybe I'll just moan," Carla chuckled, "you seem to respond well when I do."
"He responds to pussy," Roxy snickered.
Roxy's eyes met Larry's, she leaned forward until her nipples touched his chest, then slammed her ass down and impaled herself on his love lance and he felt his cock hit bottom. She fucked herself vigorously, her tits swaying in time with her humping ass, her nipples dancing across his chest. She lowered her head and her lush, tender lips met his in a kiss like he had never experienced.
Suddenly, they were both cumming, their mouths glued together, their tongues dueling. Carla got on her knees and caressed Roxy's ass and fondled Larry's balls with soft, silky hands.
Larry felt his balls and cock release spurt after spurt of hot cream into his insatiable wife, the golden bliss of lips and tongues and cock and cunt carrying them over the brink and into the deep valley of satiation.
Roxy pushed herself erect, slapped her tits gently against Larry's face, then rolled over onto her back.
"I've watched people fuck several times," Carla said, "but watching you two is the most exciting of all." She wrapped her fist around Larry's prick and shook it and stared at it in awe. "My God, would you just look at that thing? It's still hard."
Roxy sat up and looked at her husband's cock. "Amazing, that never happened before! Two pussies must agree with you, darling."
"I promised to fuck you equally well," he replied. "Just trying to live up to my end of the bargain."
Carla shook his cock again and said, "May I?"
"Be my guest, darling, that's what it's there for."
Carla set about licking his cock clean, swallowed it just for good measure, then lifted her head and grinned. "Now, it's my turn. Can't let a hard cock go to waste."
Roxy kissed her husband, then said, "Fuck her good, darling. Our family honor is at stake."
"Just think of me as family," Carla giggled. She crawled over Larry, brushed his cock and made it bounce and quiver, and snuggled down on her back between him and Roxy and spread her legs. "Come on, darling, you licked my pussy so well, now give it a good fucking."
Larry's lust was so strong, he was about to burst, and he didn't need a second invitation. He enjoyed licking Carla's furry box, and now he was going to fuck it, with his remarkable wife's help and encouragement. He got on his knees between Carla's legs and Roxy reached up and grasped his cock.
"Let me help you fuck her, darling," Roxy said softly. She spread Carla's cunt lips and pulled him down and rubbed his cockhead through her juicy slit. "Let's tease her a little," she giggled.
"You're wicked," Carla panted. She grabbed the cheeks of his ass and tugged hard. "Put that thing in my cunt and fuck me before I explode!"
"But, darling, you're supposed to explode when you get fucked by a big cock!" Roxy grinned at Larry as she stuck the end of his rod in Carla's hole and pushed his ass down with her other hand. "Give it to her good, darling," she murmured, patting him on the ass. "Fuck her until her back teeth rattle. I want to watch her cum on your big cock."
The moment Roxy moved her hand, Carla lunged feverishly and shuddered as Larry's long, thick cock gored her slick channel. "Oh, fuck," she mumbled, "what a fantastic feeling. I do indeed love to fuck a big cock, yes, indeed I do." She was so deranged with passion, she didn't know she was even talking, let alone what she was saying.
Larry leaned over and kissed her on the lips as he bucked forward and sank his shaft to the hilt, catching his breath at her tightness, barely aware of her nails sinking into his buttocks or the deep sobs coming from her throat.
"God, she's tight," he grunted. "Thank you, darling."
"My pleasure," Roxy replied, "I'm having as much fun as you are."
Larry thrust into Carla powerfully, and she twisted her legs around his and met each of his heavy-duty thrusts with sharp snaps of her hips, locking her twat eagerly on him, biting him on the shoulder as her excitement soared.
The moment was special for all three of them, Roxy, because she had given her husband the threesome he wanted, Larry because he was fucking another girl with his wife's willing and eager participation, and Carla because she had wanted to fuck Larry for the longest time, and she simply adored fucking him in front of his horny wife.
Suddenly, Carla began to corkscrew her ass to intensify the pressure of Larry's prick and boost her pleasure. Her control of her vaginal muscles was better than Roxy's, or maybe it was simply the excitement of fucking another girl in front of his wife. Whatever, Carla was very, very good, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he dumped his load in her eager receptacle.
Too excited to merely watch her husband fuck her girlfriend, Roxy got on her knees by Larry and put one hand on his ass and her other hand in Carla's crotch, fondled his balls and delicately probed his anus and traced Carla's pussy lips stretched around his prick and tickled her clit.
"I love you, darling," Roxy said softly, "and I think right now Carla does, too. You're fucking her as well as you fuck me, and I know she loves it. Fill her pretty pussy with your hot cum, darling, then you can watch me suck it out."
"You're a hot little bitch," Larry grunted.
Roxy goosed him in the ass-hole and giggled. "Isn't that why you love me? We're both going to suck you off tonight, darling, and let you fuck our big tits and squirt cum all over our faces. We're randy and brazen and all yours, to fuck any way you please. We'll do anything your little heart desires and we don't care where you put your cock and tongue as long as you make us cum."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Carla agreed, urging Larry on with her stinging nails and frenzied slit, clamping her cunt tight and quivering fiercely on his pulsating, pounding prod, biting him on the ear, the neck, the shoulder, "we're going to fuck your cock off, darling!"
She arched her back, then started bucking so hard, he thought he was trying to ride a bucking bronco. She was an untamed sexpot, but no matter how wild the girl, a cock properly used could tame her, and he was giving her all the pleasure she could handle.
She started cumming and a meaningless babble of sounds poured from her mouth, his prick erupted with force, and she cried out and bucked and swung her hips furiously, making sure she got every millimeter of his cock into her and drained every drop of his sticky, hot spunk.
Larry did his duty, staying with her until her orgasm subsided and her wild gyrations became mild tremors, then sagged against her, limp, heaving for breath.
"God, what a wonderful fuck, darling," Carla mumbled. "Fucking fantastic!"
Roxy swatted her husband on the ass and hissed, "Roll over, darling!"
Larry rolled onto his back and Roxy fell onto Carla with a low growl of erotic hunger. She knelt over Carla's head and grabbed her nipples and pulled her large mounds in opposite directions, fighting to stay in control of herself as she went at Carla's tits. With another erotic growl, she lay on top of Carla and gazed lovingly at her pussy. Droplets of cunt juice, mixed with Larry's sperm, glistened in the dark hair. Her tongue slid between the swollen, wet guardians of Carla's soppy fuck hole and plunged deep into the gooey channel.
Spasms contorted Carla's body. She raked her nails up and down the back of Roxy's thighs, then yanked her ass down and plunged her tongue into Roxy's dripping sex pot and raked her back with her long red nails.
"Beautiful," Larry murmured. "Get her good, darling, make her cum." He grabbed his cock and stroked it, and realized it was already hard again. "I wish I had a video camera so I could film this and watch it over and over."
Roxy lifted her head and grinned lasciviously. "Buy one, darling. This isn't the only time you'll watch me eat pussy. We can even film ourselves fucking if you'd like." She squirmed her pussy over Carla's face, and her eyes glittered as her tongue circled her lips in a gesture as dainty as it was lascivious. She pulled Carla's legs back and put them behind her arms, separated her buttocks and licked her ass-hole. "Stick your cock up her ass while we suck each other, darling."
He had to put his cock in something besides his fist, and Carla's ass was an inviting target.
He rolled the girls onto their side and plunged his cock into Carla's ass-hole.
Roxy was so excited, she started cumming immediately. She stuck her head between Carla's thighs and attacked her cunt voraciously. Carla moaned and jerked her hips against Roxy's face, trembled, and clawed her back as the two girls assaulted each other frantically and Larry plundered Carla's tight ass-hole.
Carla thrashed her hips violently and Roxy bucked wildly as they brought each other off. Carla's tight ass shattered Larry's control and he joined the girls in nirvana as an electrifying orgasm flashed through him.
They drove each other to the heights of ecstasy, then collapsed in a tangled heap of tired flesh.
Roxy kissed Larry, then extracted herself and turned around and kissed Carla. "Didn't I tell you we'd have fun?"
"God, what an understatement," Carla chuckled. "You two are wonderful!"
"Let's take a quick shower," Roxy said. She gave her husband a sloppy kiss. "Then we'll suck new life into our golden boy's cock and give it another workout."
Carla said, "Is your shower big enough for all of us at once?"
"Oh, we'll have to squeeze in and rub against each other, but we can make it. Think you can stand that much familiarity?"
"Darling, you are full of understatement tonight," Carla laughed.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Roxy gave Larry a festive smile and said, "Well, darling, you've had Carla and me three nights this week, and you appear to be holding up well."
"I'll probably grow old before my time," he replied. "You two are quite a burden."
"Oh, darling," she chuckled, "you're never old until your cock doesn't work, and I've read about guys in their eighties fathering children."
"And when I'm eighty, how old will you be?"
"Don't start that again, darling, I don't care about the difference in our age. It's Friday, and you don't have to work tomorrow. Want to do anything special tonight?"
"Do you remember Eric Spenser?"
"How could I ever forget him? At your last office Christmas party, he followed me around like a little puppy, waiting on me hand and foot."
"He thinks you're just about the best thing to come along since sliced bread. If you really want to do a threesome with another man, you ought to think about him. He's a nice guy, and I know he would be willing. Eager, even, judging by the way he carries on about you."
"Really? A girl always-likes to know somebody else appreciates her. How do you feel about it?"
"I don't have any problem with it," Larry said. "How could I, after you invited Carla to party with us?"
"Oh, I'm sure a lot of guys would have all sorts of problems with it, darling. They think it's fine if they screw other girls, but pitch a fit if their wives even hint that they might like to spread for other guys."
"Well, I'm not one of them," he said.
"I know you aren't, darling. Carla is right, you're a very special guy. But we don't have to play tit for tat. I invited Carla because I wanted her, too." She grinned impishly. "I don't think that applies to you and another guy."
"No, it certainly doesn't. I'd like to do it for you."
"Do you remember those naughty photos you took of me when you got that instant camera, the ones where I was showing off my tits and pussy and playing with myself?"
"I keep a set of them in my coat pocket all the time," he laughed. "You'd be surprised how much taking them out and looking at them brightens up a dull day."
"Why don't you show them to Eric and see what he says about me?"
"He's already seen them, sweetheart. I was looking at them the other day, and he walked by and looked over my shoulder. I was going to put them away, but he'd already seen them, so I let him hold them and look at them really good."
Roxy perked up and smiled wistfully. "That makes my pussy wet," she giggled. "What did he say? Does he think I am some kind of pervert?"
"No, he doesn't think you're some kind of pervert. He said he thought you're just about the most breathtaking girls he's ever seen, and any girl who poses for her husband that way has to be a really hot piece of ass. He apologized for being so crude, and I told him not to worry about it, you are a really hot piece of ass, and you wouldn't take offense either."
"I sure wouldn't," she laughed. "Just thinking about it makes me so wet, I'm going to stain the back of my dress. If you're willing and he's willing, when can we get together?"
Larry looked at his watch and grinned. "Oh, in about an hour," he said.
Suddenly, a jillion large fluttering butterflies swarmed into her stomach. "An hour," she exclaimed. "Oh, Larry, my hair is a mess and I have no idea what to wear."
"Your hair is never a mess, and what difference does it make what you wear? Eric has already seen you naked. Well, pictures of you naked, to be exact, but they certainly didn't leave anything to the imagination."
"Why didn't you give me more time to think about it?"
"You've had plenty of time to think about it," he replied. "How much time did you give me to think about a threesome with you and Carla?"
"That's different," she objected. "A guy doesn't have to think.. .he doesn't have any trouble screwing another girl his wife brings home for them to play with."
"Have you ever heard of performance anxiety?"
"Well, you certainly didn't experience it with Carla. Doing it with you and another guy scares me.
"I can always call it off."
"Don't you dare even think about it! Why didn't you invite him for dinner, and give me a little time to get comfortable with him?"
"He doesn't want to eat food," Larry said dryly.
"Oh, you!" Her anger was fake, and they both knew it. "But you're right. If he had to eat food that I cooked, he'd probably leave before we could have any fun. What does his cock look like? Is he hung as well as you are?"
"How the hell do I know? I certainly didn't ask him to take it out and show it to me."
"Well, I just thought maybe you had seen it. Guys do take a leak in front of each other, don't they?"
"There are usually partitions between the urinals, sweetheart. Even if there aren't, the quickest way to get a punch in the nose is to peek at the guy next to you."
"I'll never fully understand guys," she said.
"Join the club, sweetheart, guys understand very little about girls."
"I wish we had time for you to fuck me before he gets here."
"That's why he's coming," Larry laughed.
"I've got to take a bath before he gets here."
"You took a bath before I got home, didn't you?"
"That doesn't count. Maybe I'd better take a cold shower." She got up and started out of the room.
"The way you're acting, you could start out with ice water, and it would be boiling hot in a couple minutes."
She stopped and looked back at him and grinned. "Fuck you, too," she said teasingly. "Which, to come to think of it, is just what I'm going to do with you and Eric before long."
After her bath, Roxy dabbed a subtle musk behind her knees, around her pussy, under and between her breasts, on the pulse points of her neck and wrists, and behind her ears. Then thought she had overdone it, but short of taking another shower, she couldn't get it off, and she didn't have time.
She couldn't greet Eric naked, even if he had seen those naughty pictures of her, and she didn't want to put on a lot of clothes she was just going to take off as soon as she could. She chose a pale-blue negligee that wasn't quite opaque and looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She liked the way her bare body looked under the soft material. Her fleshy nipples were clearly visible, leaving no doubt that she was excited, and she could see the outline of her bush.
"Never leave them in doubt as to your intentions," she said softly, then giggled.
Eric brought a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine. "A gift for a lovely lady," he said.
Roxy greeted him with a big smile and a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, Eric," she said. "How thoughtful, I love flowers."
Larry could tell from the look in her eyes that Roxy approved of Eric's slender, somewhat muscular physique. He took the bottle of wine and shook Eric's hand and gave him a big wink. Roxy gave him the flowers and he went into the kitchen and opened the wine and let it breath a couple minutes while he put the flowers in a vase and got glasses.
Eric didn't need the wink to tell him that Roxy knew why he was there, and was ready to greet him with open arms and legs. He leaned over with his nose close to her chest and sniffed deeply. "You smell fabulous," he said. "Musk, isn't it?"
Suddenly, Roxy no longer felt nervous or uptight about fucking her husband and his friend-only eager. "Yes, my very thoughtful husband bought it for me. He does a lot of very thoughtful things for me, like inviting you." She kissed Eric again, this time on the lips. "I like your cologne." She took his hand and led him into the living room. "Do you have a girl in your life?"
"No," he replied. "Would it make a difference if I did?"
"I was just wondering," Roxy said. "You look so neat and your clothes match and you're wearing such nice cologne."
Eric chuckled. "And a guy can't do those things for himself?"
"Well, some of them can't," Roxy said. She seated Eric on one end of the couch, and stood between him and a table lamp with her legs parted slightly.
"I cook and do my own laundry without mixing colors and clean my apartment," Eric said.
"Sounds like you'd make somebody a good wife," Roxy laughed. "If what you cook is fit to eat, you're one up on me, but Larry says I have other attributes and we can always send out for good food."
Eric openly eyed the outline of her shapely legs under her negligee. "He's right, you're stunning."
"You know how to say all the right things, don't you?"
"I know how to tell the truth," Eric replied. "I don't lie to girls just to get in their pants."
Larry served the wine and Roxy nodded at the couch, and he sat on the other end. Eric kept his eyes on Roxy and took a sip of wine.
"You can probably tell that I'm not wearing pants, but you can't see much with the light behind me, can you?" Roxy looked down at her tits, then looked at Eric and winked and grinned mischievously as she unfastened the top of her negligee and let it fall open. "There, is that better?"
"Much better," Eric said, taking her invitation to look and stare brazenly at her tits. "You're gorgeous."
"Thank you, Eric," she said sweetly. "You've seen me naked. Well, photos of me. What's so fascinating about seeing me nearly naked now?"
"Your breasts playing peek-a-boo with your negligee is very alluring. You know the old saying that a woman dressed seductively draws more attention than a naked woman."
"I think tits is much more descriptive," she chuckled. "Chickens have breasts, girls have tits. If I'm more seductive this way, does that mean you don't want to see me totally naked?"
"Not on your life," Eric said quickly. "You're very refreshing. It's nice not having to play games."
"Did you expect to have to seduce me, or ply me with liquor instead of this fine wine?"
Larry drank his wine and let his wife set the pace. If he jumped in, she might think he was pressuring her and get flustered.
"Well, I didn't expect to have to seduce you exactly," Eric said, "but sometimes girls expect a ritual of some sort."
"Have you done threesomes before, with another guy, I mean? I'm sure you routinely have two girls at the same time, a handsome guy like you."
"Yes, I've done threesomes with another guy, even with married couples a few times. As to having two girls at the same time, it isn't exactly a routine."
"If you've done threesomes with another guy, then you aren't going to freak out if you and Larry happen to touch each other."
"It's bound to happen, especially if the girl is very active, but that's trivial when the girl is alluring and desirable, like you."
"You do go on," Roxy teased. "I think you have a silver tongue."
"Or I'm a blowhard," Eric laughed.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
"Mmmmmm, that word has so many pleasant connotations," Roxy said softly. "I can blow real hard." She grinned and sat between the men, calmly unzipped Larry's pants and pulled his cock out.
"Larry, your wife is a very unusual woman," Eric said.
"I don't know why she accepted my marriage proposal, she's a lot better than I deserve," Larry said.
"Nice sentiment, darling, but it isn't true," Roxy said. "You're a good man, and you deserve the very best. That's why I married you."
Larry grinned and tweaked her nipple. "No lack of confidence on your part, is there?"
"Do you disagree?"
"Hell, no, I think you're the very best."
"Besides, I proposed to you. Eric, I'll bet Larry never told you that, or how I proposed to him."
Larry knew what was coming, and chuckled.
"No, he didn't," Eric said.
"I had just sucked him off, and I was still on my knees, so I thought it was the thing to do." Roxy squeezed Larry's cock and snickered. "He must have thought so, too."
"I would have, in his position." Eric said. "You're positively provocative."
Roxy tightened her fist and jerked it down and stared at the head of her husband's cock, then looked at Eric. "I won't propose to you, but I'd love to suck you off," she said softly.
"I'd love it too," Eric said, gazing heatedly at her tits, "but not right now. I didn't have dessert after dinner, and I always like to eat something sweet to top off my evening meal."
"I get goose bumps when you look at my tits that way. I can actually feel your eyes on them." Roxy kissed him lightly on the lips, then leaned back and patted her pussy. "I'm pretty juicy," she giggled, "so be careful."
"I'll manage," Eric said. He slid off the couch and knelt between her legs and caressed her chest, just below her tits. Seeing her nude in pictures wasn't the same as seeing her nude in the flesh, and he didn't know how he was ever going to repay Larry for this pleasure. He put his hand behind her neck, pulled her up, and pushed her negligee off her shoulders and stared at her with a look of utter delight. "Magnificent," he said quietly.
Roxy released Larry's cock and shook the negligee off her hand, then gripped his cock tightly again and looked at him and shivered as Eric's hands roamed over her body.
Larry watched Eric stare at Roxy's tits and slowly caress her velvety skin, and felt a flash of intense pride. He hadn't been sure how he was going to handle watching another man fuck his wife. Now, he knew. It excited the hell out of him, and they were still fully clothed. Well, Roxy wasn't, but that was to be expected, given her wanton nature.
Eric gently caressed her firm, supply tits, his fingers danced lightly over her nipples, and along her throat to her cheeks. "I love big tits," he whispered, then sucked each bloated nipple tenderly.
Roxy let out a deep sigh and shivered hard. "Mmmmmm, I'm glad mine please you. When you suck my nipples, my clit tingles."
Eric pushed her legs farther apart and murmured, "What a beautiful pussy." He spread the lips with his fingers and bared her clit. "God, what a huge clit!" He kissed it, then licked it quickly.
Roxy opened her eyes, lifted her head and winked at her husband, truly endearing herself to him by making him feel that they were partners, that she and Eric were putting on a show for his benefit. "I've got a girlfriend whose clit is bigger. Maybe you'd like to meet her."
"She'd have to really be something to beat you, baby," he said.
"Ask Larry, he's had her."
"Yeah, I'd like to meet her," Eric said.
Roxy put her feet on the couch, and scooted her ass forward and put her hand behind his head and pulled his mouth to her snatch.
He made a nose dive into her humid, heated gash, and she cried out with pleasure, arched her back and put her legs over his shoulders and tightened her grip on her husband's cock as Eric went after her pussy with gusto. He ate her hot twat with blatant lust, sucking her lips avidly, licking up and down her heated crack, plunging his tongue into her juicy hole, stabbing and licking the walls.
She patted him lovingly on the head. "You've got a silver tongue, baby. You're really getting me good."
Eric lapped her pussy, his tongue going the full length of her gash, up and down, up and down. "I've never tasted a sweeter pussy," he murmured. He lifted and spread her legs and pushed them back, tipping her ass off the couch and licked her ass-hole, then speared his tongue into her liquefied hole again and again, repeatedly pulling his tongue back into his mouth so he could taste her delicious juice.
He seemed obsessed with her pussy, and not even Larry worshipped it the way he was doing. She trembled from head to toe and goose bumps sprang up on her hot skin and she turned her adoring eyes up to her husband, mutely thanking him for inviting another man to fuck her.
Eric stuck his middle finger in her hole, his tongue slashed into her slit and went to work on her erect clit and she shivered all over.
Roxy looked over at Larry and squeezed his cock hard. "He's got his finger in me, darling, and he's licking my clit so fast! His tongue sets me on fire and makes my hot little pussy feel so good."
She turned her face up to him and their kiss started slowly and softly, then quickly became a heated exchange of darting tongues and hungry lips as he fondled her tits and Eric's tongue danced on her clit.
Eric pulled his finger out of Roxy's pussy and stuck it up her ass, and she nearly choked Larry with her tongue. She broke the kiss and laid her head on his shoulder and bit his neck and yanked his cock like she was pulling taffy.
Watching another man eat his wife's pussy was quite incredible. Everything seemed super-sensual, dream-like, bigger than life and twice as hot. The lips of her pussy seemed to be longer and thicker and wetter than he had ever seen them, and he could actually see them stretched around Eric's mouth.
"God," Roxy muttered hotly, "I've never felt so fucking good or been so fucking excited! He's finger-fucking my little ass-hole, darling, and my pussy is going to blow wide open!"
Larry kept his left hand on her tit and caressed her cheek with his right hand. "I think that's the general idea, sweetheart," he chuckled.
Her pussy filled with a gush of hot liquid and drenched Eric's lower face and she tangled her fingers in his hair and bucked against his mouth as her fun gun fired like a repeating rifle.
Roxy pushed Eric away and pulled him up as she stood. She undressed him quickly, efficiently, then pushed him to the couch and knelt between his legs. His prick was about the same length as Larry's meaty rod, but not nearly as thick, more like a slender arrow than a heavy lance. She looked at Larry and grinned, started at the base of Eric's shaft and licked it all over, then parted her lips and slowlyingested the whole thing.
Eric gazed down at his magnificent cock-sucker, his face tight with self-control. He let out a low moan of delight and lifted his hips as if to drive his cock all the way down her throat. "Jesus, Roxy, you've got a golden mouth," he hissed. "That's the only thing missing in those pictures Larry took of you."
She lifted her mouth from his cock and smiled up at him. "Would you like some pictures of me sucking cock?"
"That would be super! Do you really mean it?"
"Of course, dear, I'm not a tease. If I promise, I deliver. We'll invite you over again real soon and I'll suck your cock and you can lick my pussy and fuck me and Larry will takes pictures of all of it. Lots of real nice close-ups and whatever else you want. You can also take pictures of Larry and me."
"Damn, you really are a hot bitch!"
"Baby, when I get turned on, you can bake pottery in my pussy," she giggled. She stood and turned around, put the head of his cock against her ass-hole and sat down and wiggled her ass. "How does that feel?"
"Fantastic," Eric groaned.
She leaned back against Eric's chest, put her feet on his knees and pulled his hands to her tits. "Darling," she said softly, "do you want to fuck my pussy?"
As horny as a Texas steer, Larry shed his clothes in record time and stroked his cock rapidly as he moved up between his wife's legs, bent his knees and entered her pussy, going all the way to the hilt in one thrust.
"Oh, fuck," Roxy breathed, "this is marvelous. Kiss your horny wife, darling, before I pass out from pleasure."
Eric kneaded her tits and Larry fucked her mouth with his tongue as she wiggled and twisted and bucked between them, doing all the work, alternately impaling her ass and pussy with their cocks until she climaxed so hard, she nearly lost her breath. Then they gave up their loads almost simultaneously, and she came even harder. v
Larry withdrew and Roxy got off Eric's lap and threw her arms around her husband's neck and gave him a big wet smooch, then said, "Show Eric the guest bath, darling. I've got so much cum in me, it's going to dribble all over the carpet if I don't get rid of it."
Larry came into the master bath as Roxy was drying her pussy. "You doing okay?"
"Oh, darling," she gushed, "if I was doing any better, you'd have to tie an anvil to my ankles to keep me from floating away on a big pink cloud!"
"Eric wants to know if he should leave now."
"If he does, I'll never speak to him again! Tell him that he might as well plan on spending the night. I'm just getting started."
"You'll fuck us both blind," Larry laughed.
"Naw, just until you need glasses," Roxy laughed.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Roxy woke snuggled down between Larry and Eric, and chuckled softly as she looked at them. Poor dears, they were both worn out. She crawled to the foot of the bed and dressed in the bathroom and left the house to collect a breakfast fitting for two guys who had given her their all. Several times.
She brought back fresh butter croissants, homemade strawberry preserves, three kinds of cheese, fresh fruit and a package of gourmet coffee. She knew how to make coffee without screwing it up. While the coffee was making, she laid out everything, made a phone call, then went to the bedroom and woke Larry and Eric with tender kisses and soft, roaming hands.
They polished off every morsel of the food, then went outside to lie by the pool, naked, and soak up some rays.
"Too much wine last night and too much coffee this morning," Eric said. "I'll be back in a while."
"Take your time," Roxy said, "the paper is in the living room, on the coffee table." She didn't want him to return before Carla arrived and spoil her plans.
A few minutes after Eric went inside, Carla came around the side of the house, kicked off her flats and started undressing.
"Good morning," Roxy said.
"Good morning," Carla replied. "You two look comfortable." She grabbed Larry's big toe and shook it. "Hey, sleeping beauty, wake up, you've got company."
He stirred and opened his eyes and lifted his head. "Hello, Carla. I didn't know you were here."
"I just got here, but you wouldn't have known if a tornado came through."
"I didn't get much rest last night. Did you come over to," he remembered what Roxy had said to Eric last night about meeting Carla and figured she was up to something, "use the pool?"
"Yeah, but I'm in no hurry." She sat on the end of his lounge chair, leaned over and kissed his cock, then lifted it between two fingers and shook it gently. "I think I'll play with this first, and see what comes up."
Larry looked at his wife and shook his head. "What am I going to do with you?"
"The same thing you always do, darling,"
Roxy said innocently, "but first, you'd better do it with Carla. She's got your cock in her hand, and you're in no position to argue."
"Listen to your wife," Carla said, staring at his cock, her mouth already watering for it. She gripped his shaft in her right fist and stroked it slowly. "You think you're tired, but I know how to get the most out of this."
Roxy suppressed a giggle, and Larry glared at her.
Carla put the tip of her left index finger on Larry's cock and moved it around and around slowly. "I wish I had something like this hanging around all the time so I could ride it every time I get the urge."
"You're as bad as my wife," Larry said with mock resignation. He knew he couldn't stop her, so he might as well relax and enjoy the inevitable. If Eric would come back, he could introduce them and pass Carla off to him. He was younger and recovered faster.
Carla ran the tip of her index finger slowly over the head of his cock. "Are there doctors who make cocks bigger, the way they do tits? I know a couple of guys who could use some help."
Roxy giggled, and Larry mumbled under his breath and pushed himself up on his elbows.
Carla dragged her finger along the length of his shaft and said softly, "Are you aware, Larry, darling, that I haven't ridden this magnificent thing in two days?" She ran the tip of her finger over the head of his cock again, then circled the shaft with her index finger and thumb and licked the knob.
"When you set your mind to something," Larry said, "there's no stopping either one of you."
Roxy pulled the back of her chaise up, opened her legs and slid her finger up and down her seam. "You know how it is with horny girls, darling," she said with a poker face, "you're married to one. She needs a good fuck and she wants you to do the honors, so why fight it?"
"Your wife is playing with her pussy," Carla said softly, her voice husky with passion. Just in case it was necessary, she straddled the end of the chaise, putting her pussy on display, flaunting her femininity, and sat up very straight, jutting her big tits out, and fingered her own slit. She felt her channel fill with juice, the lips of her pussy quivered, filled with blood and began to open.
Larry looked at her pussy and said, "Very well, you're welcome to try, but I don't think it will do much good. A certain nymph didn't let me go to sleep until the wee hours of the morning." No sooner than the words were out of his mouth, he knew he was wrong. He was looking at a very desirable piece of ass, and his cock knew it.
Carla knew it, too. She watched his cock thicken and rise between his thighs, and her eyes narrowed and her breathing quickened. She looked at him with doe eyes, rubbed the tip of his cock over her lips, then swallowed it, gurgling as the knob slid down her throat, enjoying the deep penetration.
He caressed her cheeks as she sucked him with great vigor, and was surprised by how quickly his cock swelled and stiffened. She fell on him and rolled him on top and her legs flew open as if they were spring-loaded.
"Fuck me, Larry! Give me a good really good fucking."
Eric came back and looked at Roxy and arched one eyebrow, and she held her finger across her lips. He shrugged and dragged a chaise close to hers and sat down and fondled her tits, and she gave him a bright smile and continued to rub her clit.
Larry's prick literally ached to get into Carla's soggy hole and feel the velvety, hot walls constrict around his shaft. Blood pounded in his loins as he knelt on the chaise between her open thighs.
Her clit was standing up, red and sensitive, her tits were swollen with desire, and her big nipples stood out like two bullets. She ran her hands over her globes, then held out her arms to him. "Come on, darling," she hissed. "Fuck my brains out!"
"There's a girl who knows what she wants," Roxy said.
Larry rubbed Carla's crotch all over, enjoying the feel of the long, soft pubic curls. "I like your long bush," he mumbled.
"Then I'll let it grow down to my knees," she hissed. "Put your cock in me, all the way in to your balls!"
Roxy fingered her clit a little faster. "You've teased her enough, darling," she said softly. "Give her your cock before she goes crazy."
Carla wrapped both fists around his cock and yanked it down, and the blunt head nosed between the puffy lips of her snatch. She jerked her ass up to make him feed her more of it, and his shaft slid in steadily, inch by inch.
She gasped and arched her back like a big cat and threw both legs up, hugging him tightly around the waist with her thighs. Her feet pointed at the sky behind his back, her stiff nipples pointed at his chest like darts and the black hair around the oval mouth of her cunt spread around his prick like a wreath.
"All the way in, darling," she murmured. "Fuck me deep and hard, rock the cradle!"
He settled into the saddle of her loins and buried his engorged cock in the hot wetness of her love tunnel, and she gripped him with her thighs and jiggled her ass.
"Just like putting your sword in a tight scabbard," she teased, flexing her strong cunt muscles and giggling when he gasped.
He gave her a couple of quick strokes, and she gasped again, louder than before.
"Oh, fuck," she whispered, "I'm going to cum!"
"Then cum, baby," he breathed, his voice ragged with pent-up emotion. "I'll fuck you until you have as many good, deep orgasms as you want." He hoped he could fulfill that promise.
"Then you'll have to fuck me for the rest of my life!" She tried to laugh. Instead, she wailed and sucked her breath in sharply as he bucked into her, sending the head of his cock to the bottom of her sheath. "Oh, darling, I love to fuck! Oh, God, how I love to fuck, and your big cock thrills me so!"
He pumped her pussy with long, steady strokes of his piston, and the sensual, lusty sounds of their copulation filled her ears like a concerto by a master musician-a master fucking musician! She stared into his eyes and moved in harmony with his powerful strokes. His cock felt like a big, pulsing plunger of hot meat that turned her insides to mush and filled her with mindless joy, and the walls of her cunt rippled around his cock like soft lips.
She started cumming and glorious spasms wracked her heaving body, tearing through her with a fierceness that nearly took her breath away, bucking so hard she nearly threw him off, but he hung on and continued to pump her pussy steadily until her passion subsided.
"Are you ready to cum, darling?"
"Yeah," he grunted, "just about."
"Finish it in my mouth, darling. I want to eat your sweet cum."
He yanked his cock out of her pussy and trundled up over her, and she grabbed him around the hips and pulled his cock into her mouth. He grunted and wiggled his ass on her tits as she imitated a Hoover and he shot his wad down her gullet.
She drained his balls, then he plopped onto his ass between her legs.
"What a splendid way to start the day," Carla said. She rolled up on her ass and kissed Larry, then spied Eric over his shoulder. She stood up on the chaise and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned. "Well, hello, handsome, where did you come from?"
"Larry is always telling me that I have a golden touch," Roxy laughed as she held up her right index finger, "so I just waved my finger and he appeared."
Eric stood and Carla stepped off the chaise and walked toward him.
"What I want to know is," Carla said, "why didn't you wave your finger a long time ago?"
"Until last night, I didn't know he deserved to know you," Roxy replied. "Carla, this is Eric Spenser, Larry's friend. Eric, this is Carla Bellino, my best friend."
"Mighty friendly group," Eric laughed, openly ogling Carla's naked body. "Hello, Carla. If you're an example of Roxy's friends, I'm going to come over here a lot more often."
"Hello, Eric," Carla said, also openly ogling his naked body. "From what I can see, the welcome mat will always be out for you."
"Eric, Carla is the girl I told you about last night," Roxy said.
Carla gave Roxy a sharp look. "What did you tell him?"
"He loves big clits," Roxy replied, "and he was going on about mine, so I told him that yours is bigger."
"Oh, well, that's true, so it's okay," Carla said.
"One thing about meeting like this," Eric said, "there are no pretenses. Why is it that the girls I usually date are so uptight, and suddenly I meet two stunners who are just what I've been looking for?"
"I'm taken," Roxy laughed. "I can give you visiting privileges, but you can't have a permanent lease."
"I'm not taken," Carla said quickly, giving Eric her brightest smile.
"Wonderful," Eric said, giving her an equally bright smile, "I'd like to know you a lot better."
"What you see is what you get," Carla laughed. "Want to go home with me right now?"
Roxy also beamed brightly and said, "There's a double bed in our guest room."
Carla took Eric's hand and said, "See you later, guys."
"We'll get together for dinner," Roxy said.
Carla stopped and looked back at Roxy. "Not if you cook, and I'm not going to."
"I'll order a feast sent in," Roxy laughed. She watched them walk away, then said to Larry, "I simply adore playing matchmaker."
"I told you, you've got a golden touch," Larry said. "I think they're going to hit it off just fine."
"If I touch your cock with my golden finger, will it get hard?"
"Not for a while," he replied as he sat on the end of his chaise. "Give it a half hour or so."
"Just my luck," she grumbled. "Carla is going to have all the fun."
"You can always use that golden finger on yourself."
