Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies- wild dreams that we seldom expect to see come true.
In this story, Clover Martin has learned to be honest with her sexual desires and she becomes a woman whom many would brand a slut and others would merely call liberated. She is a woman dedicated to becoming a sexually liberated soul-a person who not only feels sexually free, but who has been compelled to unshackle others from the bonds of Puritanism.
THY NEIGHBOR'S WIFE deals with a volatile issue, an issue that government has tried to define, that churches have tried to repress, that swingers have tried to advocate-but perhaps the answer lies with the individual. Let he or she decide his own standard of morality where sex between consenting individuals is concerned, just as Clover Martin has done.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Not tonight, Michael, please," Clover Martin begged her husband. The woman felt his hand drifting down under the sheets seeking out her creamy white thigh. She shuddered a little as his hand found the spot she hadn't wanted him to find.
"Hey, doll, you're already wet for me. That's pussy juice down there!"
"I wanted to surprise you," the dark-haired woman said in a dull voice. She knew her husband wouldn't detect any lack of enthusiasm on her part. He never did. Not that Michael was insensitive most of the time. Only when he got into bed was he totally lacking in any sympathy with the way she felt. He knew what he wanted and he went for it, no matter what she wanted-or didn't want.
"Ummmm, hey, this is great," he said. Clover shuddered again as his hand parted her slender thighs and sent a finger sailing all the way up into her twat.
"Please, Michael," Clover moaned out again. The finger up her damp snatch thrilled her. But she didn't want to fuck tonight. She never wanted to fuck anymore because she knew how it would end. Her husband was a great guy in a lot of ways, but in bed it was always the same. It was like watching instant replays.
They were never any different than the original.
And after five years of marriage, he hadn't done anything different in bed. Not once. He'd roll atop her, stuff his prick in and fuck away until he blasted out his wad into her hungrily clutching cunt. Then he'd roll off her and go to sleep. Clover had reached the point of wanting to scream when she heard him snoring gently. It always meant she was left feeling hornier than hell-and no chance of getting the orgasm she needed to feel like a real woman.
"God, Michael, oh, God, God!" she cried out. His hands wantonly spread her slender legs. He rubbed up and down the insides of her satiny thighs and obscenely exposed her cuntlips to his probing cock. When he rammed forward, she thought she'd lose her mind.
"There!" he cried out. "Safely berthed."
"You're so big in me," moaned out Clover, struggling passionately with her runaway emotions. The way the bed rocked gently, squeaking as the springs compressed, sent his prick even deeper into her pussy. She loved the feeling. But there had to be more to fucking than just this. There just had to be, or it wouldn't be worth the sweat and time and effort.
"Do it again," he urged. "What you were doing with your pussy. I need to feel that cunt of yours smashing real down hard around my prick."
The beautiful young girl tensed and relaxed her cunt walls and felt his steely hard cock jerk in lusty response. He was big. Bigger than she had any right to expect from his behavior out of bed. Michael was an okay sort of guy, but he left a lot to be desired in his approach to life. He wasn't terribly aggressive or ambitious. Still, Clover couldn't afford to be choosy. The hunger in her loins threatened to devour her totally. She'd go mad with lust if she didn't get enough cock to keep her happy and sated sexually.
These spells hit her all the time. She needed a good fucking and Michael seldom delivered. It drove the beautiful young girl out of her mind.
What Clover needed was a take-charge man, one who knew what her needs were and filled them totally. A man like that wouldn't have to be told what to do. A man who knew women-who knew what she loved the most-wouldn't ask her to tighten her cunt so that both of them could get that much more of a thrill out of the fucking.
He would order her. He would command her to do the things he enjoyed and this would give her the pleasure lacking in her humdrum, ordinary life.
Clover sighed and struggled a little more with the impaling spike of Michael's cock inside her pussy. No matter what she did, she'd give the man all the pleasure he could handle. He was a zero in the equation of life. But she needed him and feared leaving him. She'd married him five years before, just out of high school. She'd been young and naive and hadn't realized he was handing her a line when he told her he could fuck all night.
She'd believed him. And since they'd been married, not once had they come close to fucking for an hour, much less all night long.
But Clover needed his cock inside her. Masturbating was a kick and she never failed to get her rocks off doing it, but it wasn't the kind of sexual involvement she wanted. She was a woman who needed a man, a real man.
"Fuck me good, Michael," she sobbed out, her emotions washing over her like the waves of the ocean smashing into the beach. But in spite of the arousal she felt inside, she also knew something was missing. But Michael might-just might-provide it for her this time. Maybe he would take over. Order her around. Maybe even slap her. Maybe this was the difference she needed in their boring fucking.
Maybe.
Clover didn't count on it. She lifted her slender legs on either side of the man's straining body and shoved them out as straight and fast as she could. The impact of her snatch against her husband's crotch sent his prick another inch up into her seething hot cunt. She shuddered under the impact, loving every erotic second of it.
"Fuck me hard. Be brutal!" she sobbed out. "I want you to be as savage as you can. Hurt me, dammit, do something to me!"
He began fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes, just the thing the beautiful young girl didn't want. The motion of the bed under her ass helped arouse her, but what Clover desired most was for her husband to really take command. The dark-haired woman locked her legs behind his back and pulled his crotch into hers.
His cock ground fiercely into her pussy, but it wasn't the same. She was the one doing the work, not him. She wanted to be used, abused, reduced to a quivering blob of protoplasm and then built back up by the power of the man's personality, the promise of his cock. This type of lovemaking was all right for satisfying her physical needs, but it did nothing for the psychological needs begging for fulfillment.
"You're gorgeous," the man said, his fucking movements gradual and tantalizing. He gazed down into the black-haired woman's face. Her pale skin glowed with an inner light. He knew that it would glow even more after he'd finished fucking her. She would burn like an incandescent bulb, the sure sign that the fucking had been the best ever.
He bent forward and applied his mouth to her ample tits. The naked mounds of titflesh bobbed and weaved around on her chest. Her breathing became harsher and more tortured as he explored that tasty cone of tit. His lips moved from the base all the way to the bumpy areola. Her nipple sprang up hard and erect, looking like a cherry-red mushroom sprouting from her boob. It was everything he could do to keep his prick lodged firmly in her pussy.
"Hurt me, Michael. Use me!"
"Hey, cool it," he said, wondering at the strange turn the fucking always took. Tonight Clover was asking to be hurt. Before she'd wanted the lights left on. And before that she'd demanded that they screw in the back yard where just about anyone could see them. "I'm not going to hurt you. You've got nothing to be afraid of."
He was firm, positive with her. Just as he'd not granted her other bizarre sexual wishes, he wasn't about to injure her. She was his wife. He felt nothing but tenderness toward her. Tenderness and a stark lust that made his cock pulse and pound into an even harder spike of pure manmeat.
"I love you," he said earnestly, continuing to suckle at her nipple. The hard nubbin of erectile flesh pulsed eagerly against his tongue. He shoved the nipple down into the softness of the marshmallowy flesh below. The feel of the woman's heart beating fiercely aroused him even more.
"Fuck harder. Rip me apart with your cock. Burn me up inside. Hurt me, damn you, hurt meeeee!"
She came. The orgasm smashed through her and gave momentary release from the world. Clover soared on the wings of ecstasy and then drifted down to the world again. It hadn't changed. Everything remained the same as it had been. Michael's cock still moved sluggishly inside her twat when she needed it to fly, the man's mouth still licked and kissed her boobs when she wanted him biting her, raising blood and making her entire body feel intense pain.
She needed those things. Clover felt that if he punished her perhaps she could get rid of the intense guilt she felt about not really getting off on his fucking.
She needed those things-and she didn't get them.
Clover tried to relax and go with the flow of the fucking. The beautiful young girl knew that Michael wasn't capable of the balling she needed. She closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like to be with a real man.
The feel of the cock inside her twat became more heated. A man hung like a bull elephant would fuck her, tearing her tender cunt apart. He would rape her, shoving his cock into her dry pussy. But she would respond. She would be forced to respond to his brutal overtures. Her cunt juices would begin to flow and her arousal would grow. But she would feel nothing but fear. The man was so large! One false move and he'd rip her apart all the way to her chin.
And the mouth on her tits! It wasn't a kind, tender and loving mouth. It was a mouth filled with inch-long fangs. Those teeth would savage her snowy-white tits and leave ugly red streaks of blood behind. And she would struggle to shove her tit even more fully into his mouth to get the full benefit of that brutal mouthing.
She lifted up on the bed, her chest surging forward. For a heavenly instant, pain ripped into her chest. The man's teeth gouged into her silken white flesh. And the pain exploded in her body like an atomic bomb.
The dark-haired woman came harder than ever before. Her hips ground hard against her husband's crotch, sucking the prick even deeper into her pussy and tightening like a hangman's noose around him.
"God," Michael grunted. "You're gonna break me off inside if you keep doing that. But don't stop. I love it!"
Clover didn't hear him. The blood pounded in her temples. Her ears were filled with nothing but the roar of her own pulse. The blood flushed her face and upper shoulders as another climax stalked her tender young body. When it hit her, she emitted tiny animal sounds.
Michael fucked faster. She tried to make him speed up even more. The feel of another, larger orgasm lurked in the beautiful young girl's loins. She needed that sexual release like a flower needs water.
"More!" she screamed out loud. "Rape me. Use me. Fuck me gooooood!"
This come wasn't the intense one she'd thought it would be. The way Michael fucked her had prevented it. She needed all-out fucking. No holding back. She needed the intense friction of cockhead against cunt wall burning her to a sexual crisp. Clover needed it all and she wasn't getting it.
The woman's fingernails clawed at Michael's back, leaving bloody trails. She hardly knew she did it. But it was a goad to him to fuck even faster. And he did speed up the tempo of the fucking.
The lewd squishing of his prick racing up into excited, steamy hot twat came to her. She felt every single inch of his virile prick filling her. The cuntjuice leaked out around the thick shaft of his cock and dribbled down into the crack of her ass. It tickled and aroused her, but Clover didn't want her arousal coming like this.
Pain.
She needed pain this time to get off in a new and excitingly different way. His cock didn't hurt as it slipped in and out of her sopping pussy. His mouth didn't give her the sweet, savage release of orgasm as he tongued her tits. That tongue raced around in tiny circles, drawing up the red nipple until it throbbed with too much blood inside. But that wasn't pain.
"Bite me! Bite my nipple off!" she shrieked, her body going out of control again. She hunched up to his prick and slammed her cuntlips around his cock so hard she hoped she bruised them. The pain might be enough to get her off later on.
But no such thing happened. The man slowed down the breakneck fucking he had started and corkscrewed gently into her pussy. It aroused her. The feel of his hot and hard flesh against her cunt walls turned her on in a big way. But she knew that she was being robbed. He wasn't giving her what she wanted more than anything else in the world.
His fucking was still the same old tired stuff it had been before. In five years of marriage, he hadn't learned a single new technique, allowed her a single new position. If he couldn't fuck in the missionary position, he wouldn't do it at all.
And Clover hated that.
"Hurt me, hurt me, hurt meee!"
Michael tried to devour her entire jug. His teeth scored the sides of the sloping cone of titflesh, but even this wasn't enough for the aroused dark-haired woman. And it came too late. She shuddered and tried to get the full measure of carnal enjoyment from it and failed.
Clover limply collapsed back to the bed and opened her eyes to stare up at the sweaty, straining man.
The sight of Michael's face told her he still hadn't gotten his rocks off yet. She couldn't have told because of her own arousal. Her body was all that mattered. She felt his long, pulsing cock sink repeatedly into her pussy, but there wasn't any thrill in the fucking now. He had failed her. She was as if she hadn't received a single inch of that fuck stick of his.
Clover decided to get out of this fucking the best she could. She might enjoy a little more of it, but the woman doubted it. The only way to end it gracefully was to get the man off as fast as possible. Like always.
With cold, deliberate planning, the beautiful young girl began tightening the muscles of her belly and cunt. The man grunted.
"Like fucking into a mine shaft-and having the tunnel collapse around you," he puffed. "It's great!"
He pulled out of her pussy with some difficulty. She clutched wildly at his prick with her torturing cunt walls. Clover would've held him inside her fuck tunnel permanently except for the extreme slipperiness of her cunt juices. Michael pulled free with a lewd sucking noise and paused for a moment between her throbbing cuntlips.
"I love you, Clover, I love you more than life itself. Your cunt's just the right size for my cock!"
He drove his prick in again and the woman thought she might be able to recover a small measure of her earlier arousal. She felt his control slipping away from him as his hips took over. The wild, frantic fucking of a man just about to come burned hotly in her twat. His cock surged and roared and pumped into her cunt and made her groan with reluctant pleasure.
"Rape me. Really rape me," she moaned out, trying to recapture the feeling she'd had before. "Hit me. Tie me down, but rape me. Fuck my cunt with your raping cock!"
Clover allowed the motion of the bed to carry her along. It bounced and slapped into her ass and back and shoulders as she passionately writhed about. But the motion was always just a little out of tune with the man's hard-fucking cock. It speeded up until she thought she was going to get-finally-what she'd been begging for all night.
But it didn't turn out that way. Michael slowed down and controlled himself, saying to her, "I want this to last all night long, if possible. I don't ever want to leave the hot sheath of your pussy."
"No, no, no," she cried out, beginning to feel the salty, hot tears pouring down her cheeks. "I want more. I want you to fuck me, really fuck me. I want you to rip me apart inside. Make me hurt. I want to feel it, damn you, really and truly rape me!"
"I'll give you my cock. All you can stand," he said solemnly.
He began fucking with well-paced strokes until she thought she'd lose her mind, not from the wild passions of fucking caused in her loins but because of their lack. Clover wasn't frigid-she just needed different types of fucking to get off in as big a way as possible. The same old routine bored her silly. And she and Michael had been fucking like this for five entire years. Nothing she said had any effect on her husband. Michael was going to fuck her as if she were a piece of fragile porcelain and that was that.
Another woman could have come hard on the feel of his prick pressing so powerfully against her cunt walls. The thickness of his cock kept Clover writhing about, moaning and demanding more. Not once did he allow her to cool off. But never did he shove her over the brink of orgasm, either.
"Here it comes," he grunted, raising himself up on his hands to get a different angle of entry into her sucking, seething cunt.
He blasted into her so hard it rattled her teeth. She closed her eyes and imagined herself staked out naked in the middle of a burning desert, being raped by marauding Indians. She was tied and helpless, unable to prevent the rape. She felt the flaming hot cock race all the way up into her fuck channel again. She felt the sexual tensions mounting in her belly.
And then he came. Michael's prick spewed out of the white-hot load of cum and he spurted repeatedly. But Clover couldn't get off on that. It wasn't the brutal, savage fucking she so desperately needed.
Cheated, Clover simply lay under her husband until he'd pumped the last of his jism from his balls. He smiled and said, "It was great. But with you, darling, it's always great."
"It's always the same," she said in a dull voice.
"Always great!" enthused Michael, rolling off her and stroking his hand over her still-heaving belly. He seemed more animated now than when he was fucking her, she thought grimly.
Clover never quite enjoyed the fucking. Every time she suggested something different from this dull fucking to Michael, he laughed at her, thinking she was just joking. Clover wondered how she could get through to the man that she needed more than just cock, that she needed different places to fuck in, different positions, excitement!
The dark-haired woman realized there was no way of convincing Michael of that. She'd have to do something she'd never considered doing before in the five years they'd been married. She would have to find herself another man.
That thought on her mind, she drifted off to sleep smiling contentedly.
CHAPTER TWO
"See you later, doll," said Michael as he rushed out the door. Clover looked up in surprise. She had barely begun her breakfast and her husband was already on his way to work.
"So early?" the dark-haired woman called after the disappearing man. "Why are you going to work now? You don't have to be in the office till eight."
"Lots of work to do. Promotion time coming up. If I really bust my balls, I stand a chance at a good raise. See you." And with that parting comment, Michael Martin raced out, slamming the kitchen door behind him.
"I'll be damned," Clover said in a disgusted tone. "I get up and fix breakfast and the son of a bitch doesn't even taste it. He hardly even tasted his coffee." She stared at the food cooling on the table. "And what's worse, it was a lousy fuck last night."
The beautiful young girl got up, angry now. She stalked around the house wondering what she was going to do. Her husband raced off to work every morning on the pretense of having to do more work than any other three men. He was a workaholic who couldn't slow down except when he got into bed. And then he would never speed up to suit Clover's rampaging sexual needs.
He ignored her out of bed and in bed total neglect would be better than what she was actually getting.
"Am I so ugly?" the woman wondered, peering at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She pirouetted around, pulling open her cotton bathrobe.
Her naked tits gleamed whitely through the deep gash in the front of the robe. She turned from side to side, her ample boobs swinging out from her body. Reaching down, the woman took those succulent, melon-sized jugs in her hands and squeezed.
Delight surged in her body.
"Ummm, so nice, so damned, fucking nice," she cooed. "Why doesn't Michael ever do this for me?"
She threw back her shoulders as she cupped her tits. She squeezed even harder. Pleasure jolted into her chest and made breathing more difficult. The nipples sprang up hard and erect, tiny red fingers pointing directly into the mirror.
The dark-haired woman danced back and cast off her bathrobe. It fell into a pink pile around her legs. Nimbly stepping from it, she turned in front of the mirror and peered back over her shoulder. She critically appraised the naked beauty she saw.
"Nice ass," she said, "and absolutely great legs." She ran her hands over her buttocks and down her thighs. Her entire body quivered. She felt like a racehorse in the starting gate waiting for the race of the century.
And there was no one there to appease her raging sexual needs.
Clover slowly turned and revealed the reflection of her raven-black bush. Already, dots of glittering cunt juices spotted her pussy fur. Fingers stroking over her creamy smooth skin, she went over her flat belly and down into the dark-furred triangle between her legs. Fingers probing between the damp cuntlips, Clover felt naughty-and sexier than she had in years.
"Fuck me, Michael, why the hell don't you fuck me like I need to be fucked?"
Her middle finger parted turgid cuntlips and slid into her gooey twat. She shivered in reaction to this intrusion into the hot, seething channel. Clover began wiggling her finger back and forth, but it was no substitute for a man's cock. She had to have more than a single damned finger in her pussy. She needed-wanted-cock and she was going to get it!
Without even a look back at the mirror, the dark-haired woman spun around and found her dress hanging in the closet. It was brand new, filmy and revealing. And she made a special point about not putting on either bra or panties. As Clover slipped into the dress, she turned and looked at herself in the mirror.
Nipples prominently bulged against the thin fabric, forming tiny wrinkles that fled from the hard points like water running downhill. Her slender legs came out from under and promised heaven. She adjusted the way the clinging dress hung so that the white flare of her tits would be irresistible to any red-blooded male. The young woman left the house, determined to get what she'd been missing during the five years of her marriage.
Clover got only as far as the back yard on her way to the car. Lounging in the adjoining backyard was her neighbor, Eddie Marks. He had stripped off his shirt to get some sun. The broad expanse of chest, the flow of his muscles, the sheer, stark masculinity of the man got to Clover. She had seen him before thousands of times-but never like this.
She felt her pussy begin to drool at the thought of Eddie fucking her. He wouldn't be like Michael. He would take her like a man should take a woman.
"Hiya, Eddie," she called out. "What are you doing home on a work day?"
"Oh, hello Clover," he answered. He squinted a little, reaching over and putting on sunglasses. "You haven't heard, I guess. I got laid off last week. I'm out looking for work again."
"In your backyard getting a nice suntan on those lovely muscles of yours," Clover said, hating herself for the words and unable to stop. She was too turned on, she told herself. She had to cool it or she'd scare him off.
He pushed back the sunglasses and eyed her strangely. "Yeah, I've got an interview this afternoon so I figured to relax a little this morning. I've been really uptight over losing the job and all. And Becky's not taking it too well, either."
Clover wondered if Eddy mentioned his wife to stop any sexual move on her part-or whether he was just defining the ground rules for playing around. Clover took it to mean the latter.
"I guess not. But you look so hot and sweaty. Why not come on over and I'll fix you a glass of lemonade."
"Hate lemonade," he said, "but if you've got some iced tea, that'd be great."
"Come ahead," Cover said, swirling around so fast that her dress spun up and away from her legs. For a horrifying instant, she thought the wind would push it up over her waist and reveal to the man the bare-assed fact that she wasn't wearing any panties. But the filmy hem only reached the bottom of her ass before falling again. And the sexual thrill she got out of almost showing off her bush to Eddie made it all worthwhile.
They rushed into her kitchen where she quickly fixed some instant tea. "Hope this is okay," she said, handing it to the man. Clover couldn't take her eyes off her neighbor. Never had she seen him look this desirable. The dark-haired woman couldn't tell if it was simply because she was so damned horny or if Eddie had always been this virile, this attractive and she'd never noticed.
"You look funny, Clover," he said, sitting down the half-empty glass on the kitchen table. "Are you feeling all right?"
"I feel fine," she said. "A little feverish, maybe, but it's just that time of year."
"Year? You mean month?" Eddie was honestly confused.
"Year," the beautiful young girl said boldly. "I'm in heat right now. For you."
"Clover, look, I'd better be going. Got to get ready for the interview."
"You said it wasn't till this afternoon. Don't rush off, Eddie." She moved quickly behind the man, her hands circling his waist. Unbidden, her hands dropped even lower and folded over the huge bulge at the man's crotch. Eddie stopped dead in his tracks.
"We can't, Clover. I've got a shitload of trouble being out of work. Becky is bitching about being the only one bringing home money and ..."
"And?" prompted Clover, her fingers lightly working over his crotch. She felt the immediate response beneath the thick denim of his jeans. She knew that all she had to do was pull down the zipper of his fly and she'd get a handful of hot, hard, throbbingly alive prick.
"And, dammit, don't do this to me. You know I've always thought you're about the damndest, sexiest chick in the neighborhood. And those legs of yours, Christ, they give me a hard-on every time I just think about them."
"Really?" she said, surprised. "I never knew you were so attracted to me, Eddie."
He spun around in the circle of her arms. Clover cupped his muscular buttocks now and the bulge at his crotch pressed hotly into her body. He looked down into her smoke-gray eyes, read what he wanted, then kissed her full on the lips.
Clover was hardly ready for such quick response on Eddie's part. She started to struggle in his arms, then melted as his kiss crushed hard into her lips. His tongue insistently poked between her slightly parted lips and then invaded her mouth.
She moaned softly, feeling his tongue stroking up and down against hers. She clutched harder at the man's powerful body. The bulge at his crotch grew and grew until she knew he must be hurting badly. Her fingers slid down the smoothly muscled, sweat-soaked back and around the waist of his jeans. Fingers fumbling, she hastened to run the zipper down its metallic track.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, breaking off the kiss for a moment.
"Yes, God, yes!" Clover cried. "You have no idea how much I want you to fuck me!"
"Those legs, those damned legs of yours," Eddie muttered. "Always was a sucker for a chick with dynamite legs like yours."
Clover was past caring why Eddie wanted to fuck her. All she knew was that her loins churned with desire. She felt an awful hollowness in her cunt that needed filling-with cock. And she now clutched the key to her carnal paradise hotly in her hand.
His cock leaped out long and hot and ready to fuck. There was no lengthy sucking on this man's tool before he got a boner. He was ready to fuck right now. And that was just when Clover needed it, now!
"Take me, Eddie, take me right here. I don't want to go into the bedroom. Fuck me here in the kitchen!"
"Don't want to go to any damned bedroom," he said. "Need the light to see those legs of yours. And your ass. Christ, what an ass!" His fingers worked over the fabric-covered behind and slowly inched up the material until his fingers rested on naked assflesh. "Shit, you don't have any panties on!"
"Just for you, Eddie. Fuck me! But please hurry. I need your prick so bad!"
He pulled up her dress even further until it bounced around her waist. His naked cock forced its way into the tangled nest of her raven-black pussy fur. She shuddered at the nearness of that cock. But she wanted it inside her cunt, fucking her with long, powerful strokes. Just feeling it against her cuntlips was nice, but she had to actually feel it inside her to get off.
"I ... " Clover's words were cut off when the man spun her around. She almost stumbled at the suddenness of his move. She fell forward, catching herself on her hands. She had just barely missed smashing her face into the kitchen table. His half-finished glass of iced tea went crashing to the floor. Neither of them noticed.
"This is the way I'm going to fuck you. I can see those legs of yours this way and feel your ass prodding into my crotch and your cunt hole's gaping wide open for me."
He moved in behind her, his prick aiming straight for her pussy lips. She moaned out like a small, trapped animal as his cock ran down the entire length of her cuntlips. And then she was gasping, hopping from foot to foot, begging him to fuck her. His fuck stick had penetrated her body and was buried balls deep in her cunt. The young girl had never felt anything this wonderful in her entire life.
"Oh, Eddie, you're so fucking biiiiig!" she sobbed out. "And I want you to fuck me!"
"What the hell do you think I'm doing?" His hands stroked over the smooth curves of her asscheeks, fondling and tweaking, pinching and caressing until Clover was almost driven out of her mind with her raving lust. The man's hands stroked downward then on the sides of her legs. She trembled like a leaf in a high wind. This was great.
The dark-haired woman had to put her forehead down on the kitchen table. This shot her ass backwards into the man's crotch and buried his cock another inch up her twat. Clover was sure she'd died and gone to heaven. Eddie wasn't any better hung than her husband, but he was fucking her in a new and exciting way-new for her, at least. And the setting was perfect for her to live out all her pentup erotic fantasies.
This was the kitchen, not the bedroom. And Eddie wanted light so he could see her legs. They were fucking in broad daylight, with the windows wide open for anyone to see!
Best of all, he knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid of telling her. She began rotating her ass in small, intimate circles. The huge prick up her pussy started dancing erotically. Fuck juices leaked out around the thick shaft of his pale cock and dribbled down the insides of her legs. Clover was in seventh heaven.
And then Eddie's hands stroked around to the insides of her thighs. His strong hands brutally forced her legs wide apart until she thought he'd tear her in half like the wishbone of a chicken. But this carried a bonus of pleasure along with the pain. Her cunt walls tightened around his prick. She felt as if he'd sunk a telephone pole into her pussy.
But no telephone pole had ever been so warm, so vibrant, so virile. When she lifted one trim leg off the floor and curled it back around his waist, she thought the cock hidden in her boiling-hot pussy was going to explode.
"Damn, those legs! I love them!"
"Never mind my goddamn legs," she moaned out. "I need you fucking my cunt. Do it now! Give me all the cock you can, as fast as you can."
Unlike her husband, Eddie delivered. She thought he was only slowly pulling out to even more gradually reinsert himself in her swampy cunt. She was wrong. He pulled out until the thick knob of his cock remained inside her pink, trembly cuntlips, then he lunged-hard.
She slammed forward into the table with the force of his entry. The beautiful young girl reached out, her hands groping for the edge of the table. She hung on for dear life as he sank balls-deep into her pussy. And then, when he was buried to the hilt in her quivering cunt, he began rotating his hips. This wasn't any small movement like Michael would make. Eddie used large circular movements that rubbed his prick against every single square of her pussy.
Clover matched his rotary movement with one of her own in the opposite direction. And then he pulled out so fast it took her breath away. After only a couple of thrusts, she was burning hot inside. And the lewd sucking noise as his prick broke the vacuum between cockshead and cunt wall pushed Clover's desires to the breaking point.
She almost came-almost.
"Oh, Eddie darling, more! Fuck me more! Burn me up inside with your sweet, fucking cock. I need it so baaaad!"
He only grunted. She feared he would slow down like Mike did. But her fears were groundless. Eddie began fucking her with long, powerful, quick strokes that rattled her teeth. She tightened her grip on the table top and was sure she'd leave fingerprints in the wood. The intensity of feelings in her cunt and belly grew. The feel of his rough denim against her tender ass flesh turned her on. The sucking sounds as he fucked into her juicy twat turned her on. And most of all, being on the receiving end of a real man's virile prick finally pushed her over the brink of orgasm.
Clover came as hard as she ever had.
And Eddie didn't stop fucking her then, either. If anything, he doubled the speed and force of his pistoning strokes. His fingers tightened like steel bands on her waist. He strove to pull her ass back into his crotch with every forward fucking stroke. When Clover realized this, she began ramming her ass backwards to add even more power to his every thrust.
"Damn tight, so damn tight around my cock. Don't know how you do it, but any chick with legs like yours has to have a tight cunt." She felt sweat from the man's body dripping onto her back as he worked to give her the fucking of her life. In five years of marriage, she'd never felt this turned on, this aroused at the prospect of fucking.
She came again.
And this time as her cunt convulsed around the man's hard-fucking cock, she felt him changing the rhythm. He was losing control. The fantasy-fucking was getting to him just as it was getting to her. He was going to come.
"No, no," she cried out. "Keep fucking. Don't you stop, you lousy bastard!"
He fucked faster. Friction burned the length of Clover's pussy. And then his cock jerked hard, grew and fountained out a fiery gob of jizz. At the first touch of his cum on her aroused cunt walls, she was sent soaring on the winds of ecstasy again. Never before had she gotten off when a man jetted his load into her pussy. But they were both wracked by the ultimate in human experience. All too soon for them, Eddie's prick deflated and limply withdrew from her still-clinging cunt.
Eddie took a step backwards and said, "That's the finest fuck I've had in years and years. God, to think what I've been missing being faithful to my wife and ignoring you!"
Clover slumped forward on the table, her naked ass still jutting up into the air. She didn't care that she was so obscenely exposed to him. He'd just given her the fucking she needed to stay sane.
"Thank you, Eddie. That was super, just super!"
"I ... I've never cheated on Becky before," he started.
Clover rolled over and sat on the edge of the table, her pussy still tingling inside from the fucking. "Don't worry, Eddie. I've never cheated on Michael, either. There's a first time for all of us, I guess and ours just happened to come together. I'm glad you got laid off."
"Huh? What do you-oh," he said, smiling sheepishly. "I catch your meaning. Yeah, it was a silver lining to a dark cloud. But I've got to run."
"Here," she said, stopping him before he fled out the door. "Let me." She dropped down to her knees and lightly kissed his limp prick. Then Clover tucked it back into his jeans. "There, all decent now."
"Uh, thanks," Eddie said, then raced from the kitchen.
Clover wanted to laugh. Her first affair and it had been great! She'd gotten everything she'd wanted-and hadn't been getting from Michael. Or had she?
The dark-haired woman felt her dripping pussy and realized that Eddie had only fed her desires, not sated them. She needed more cock. And she wasn't likely to get it from the man. He was too shaken up by his adultery. That just meant she'd have to look elsewhere. Clover pulled down her skirt and went out, her mind racing. There had to be someone else out there in the big, wide world willing to screw a good-looking woman like her.
There just had to be!
CHAPTER THREE
Clover came back home, disenchanted. She could hardly believe her lack of nerve after she went out. Somehow, every man she saw in the shopping center had looked attractive to her, but she hadn't been able to just walk up to one of then and say, "Hi, wanna fuck?"
Perhaps she'd have been better off with a sexier approach. She might have subtly hinted that she wasn't wearing any panties under her flowing dress. That had turned on Eddie in a big way when he'd found out. Maybe it worked on other men, too.
But she had to face the fact that she'd been scared shitless of propositioning any of the men she'd seen and liked. She was five years out of practice doing things like this. As a seductress she was a complete failure.
Or was she?
Clover remembered how easy it had been with Eddie. They'd hit it off right from the start. And it had been great. She'd received all the cock she could take then, not to mention the closest thing to sexual satisfaction she'd ever got from a fucking.
It was possible for her to seduce a man. She was attractive. She knew all the moves. It was only five years of a lousy marriage that held her back.
"But it's not been that lousy," Cover cried out loud. "Not really. I love Michael. It's just that he never pays any attention to me anymore. All he's interested in is his damned job. And getting his rocks off. No thought of me. Dammit!"
Clover sat heavily in the kitchen chair, her elbows resting on the table where Eddie had bent her over and fucked her from behind. She still thrilled in her pussy from the feel of his hot, racing prick. She stroked over the spot on the table where some of her cunt juice had dripped, then her fingers drifted down unconsciously and rubbed over her black, fleecy pussy mound. Tingles shot through her loins. The dark-haired woman knew she needed more. Lots more.
Turning in the chair, she peered out the opened door. She'd been gone for several hours-and so had Eddie. He was just returning from his interview. Should she ...
Her body took over. Before Clover realized what she was doing, she was waving and calling out to Eddie, "Hey, come over. Tell me about the interview. How'd it go?"
From the smile on the man's lips, she knew how his interview had gone. And she knew the best way of celebrating. She stood and smoothed down her skirt, wondering how he'd fuck her this time. However, it was, it would set her on fire unlike any of the fucking she could get from Michael.
"Great, Clover, just great. They liked me and hired me at lots more than I was getting at the old place. Getting fired turned out to be the best thing that's happened to me in years."
"The best thing?" she said, her eyes dipping down to the bulge in his pants, then boldly going back to stare directly into his eyes. Her pink-tipped tongue darted out and made a slow circuit of her lips, wetting them and giving a nervous Eddie an unmistakable message of stark desire on her part.
"Almost the best," she said.
"How about a drink? To celebrate?" She didn't wait for an answer. She walked across the kitchen making sure her ass rolled like a pair of oiled ball bearings. From the way Eddie sucked in his breath, she knew the way she wiggled and twitched her perky behind got to him in a big way. She wanted him so damned hot he couldn't resist her when she asked for him to fuck her again.
The beautiful young girl never got the chance to ask him to fuck her. The man came up behind her in a flash, his hands holding tightly to her waist.
"Damn you, you sultry bitch. What happens if Rebecca find out about this?"
"I won't tell her. And you won't tell Michael."
"That ass of yours turns me on as much as your legs. God, how I want to fuck you right up that ass!"
"Wh-what?" Clover stammered. She'd never once considered such a kinky thing in all her life. But then she'd become used to only screwing in the missionary position-and never much variation in location, at that.
"I want to cornhole you, dammit." His hands dropped and hiked up her skirt. She hardly knew what to do, how to respond. When Eddie shoved her forcefully to the floor, she landed on hands and knees-just the right position for the ass-fucking.
The feel of his hand moving over her butt turned her on as much as it convinced Eddie this was the right thing to do. He began stroking heavily over her ass now. His breathing became harsh and hot.
Eddie said, "The hell with Becky. If she wants to trap me into a divorce because of you, I'll do it! Anything, anything at all so long as I get to fuck that sweet ass of yours. It's driving me wild!"
"Good. And this is driving me wild," she said, assuring him that his cock was having its effect on her. She reached back through her legs and pulled down his zipper. His prick leaped out long and eager to bury itself all the way up her shit chute.
It was Eddie's turn to peel her like a banana. The thin dress she wore was quickly stripped off to reveal her naked, pendulous tits. The sight of the titflesh hanging under her body made his breath come even faster-and he wasn't that much interested in her boobs.
He dug tits, sure. But he was an ass man. He loved asses. Big and floppy. Tight and well-formed. In between. He didn't care. He loved them all. Each had its own special attraction for him. And Clover's ass was just about perfect. And looking at with those long, slender, tapered legs of hers, he no longer restrained his lust for her. He couldn't.
Clover's ass was the finest he'd ever seen. More than a double handful of assmeat in each cheek, tight and firm, young and-wanton! Those were his requirements for a good butt fucking.
Tenderly he ran his hands over the satiny-smooth skin of her butt. Almost like he was handling a religious relic, his fingers parted the half moons and dipped into the humid canyon between those meaty globes. Her ass gleamed whitely in the light. It was marble white but vastly warmer and more vibrant than any lifeless stone could ever be. His hand trembled with anticipation.
"God, I never thought I'd be fucking my very-own neighbor's wife like this."
"All you had to do was ask," the beautiful young girl said. "Now get on with it, damn you. I'm shaking inside. I want to feel more of this!" She grabbed his cock again and pulled it insistently toward her body. She had to feel it inside her, moving, fucking, giving her the thrill of a lifetime.
Ass fucked! Not once in her life had Clover ever considered getting a prick up her asshole. And now she was begging for it.
He planted a wet, juicy kiss on her left buttock. Then he quickly moved to the other and kissed it. The feel of his mouth moving on her ass sent a jolt of sexual electricity volting through the dark-haired woman's body. Never had a kiss been so much of a turn-on for her. She was quaking inside as if she'd turned to jelly.
Slowly, she crept forward. She couldn't help herself. He followed her, his mouth moving constantly over her behind. When his rough, wet tongue speared out and into the deep canyon between her asscheeks, she knew she'd found the single kinky act that would give her the most erotic pleasure.
Clover wanted a cock drilling hard and long up her asshole.
From the feel of the man's breath on her naked butt, she was going to get her wish. Soon.
His hands moved restlessly over the beautiful young girl's sides while he explored the humid crack of her ass. He found her asshole without any trouble. When his tongue lightly probed into the tightly held little muscle, she thought she was going to lose her mind.
It was a gentle touch but one that might have been dipped in some corrosive fluid. It set her entire body on fire.
"Fuck me quick," Clover demanded. "I can't stand this anymore. I want your cock. Now! Fuck me now!"
On hands and knees, ass presented to Eddie for his prick, she felt the entire room spinning around and around. She didn't remember much of what happened next. But it was all great.
She felt the hot cylinder of his prick pressing between her twin mounds of assflesh and digging hard for her asshole. The man might have stripped off his pants. She figured he did some time because the hairy thighs rubbing against her butt were driving her closer and closer to coming.
The blunt head of his cock pushed hard against her anal sphincter. His earlier oral explorations had liberally supplied spit for lubrication. When his cock finally jammed into her behind, it was well-greased.
Clover gasped as she felt the thick, knobby head of his cock slide into her bowels. He was so big! She'd thought Eddie felt big when he'd fucked her cunt. Up her asshole, he was a monster!
She knew he was going to rip her apart with that giant prick.
For a long moment, he paused as if savoring her inner fires, her tight, clutching, demanding asshole. Then he slowly drilled deeper into her guts. When his cock finally sank balls-deep, she was sweating and shuddering in reaction.
"God, it's ... it's the best fucking ever!" she cried. "Ream me out good. I want to feel you tearing me up inside with that cock of yours!"
He grunted as he slowly retreated from her flaming-hot interior. The sheath of flesh around his prick was more like a surgeon's glove than a female body. And that surgeon's glove had been filled with boiling-hot lava. He was both crushed and burned by her clinging asshole. Best of all, her ass trembled just enough to give him the effect of having a running vibrator shoved up hard against his crotch. That always made for the best greeking.
He loved it!
"You asked for it, Clover and you're gonna get every fucking inch of my damned cock!"
He slammed harder into her fuming hot asshole this time. Her inner membrane expanded slightly to accommodate the huge cock raging up into her tightest passage. He didn't rip her apart. She only felt as if he had.
Gasping, she rammed her ass backwards into the circle of his crotch. Moving her ass in tiny circles heightened the effect of his cock inside her guts. It was a hot, all-male stirring stick buried far up her shitter. And moving like she did turned it around and around in her guts until she came.
"Aieeeeee! Shit, oh, shit, I never, oh, ummmmm," she sighed, coming down from her sexual high. The cock remained stuck far up her ass. It jerked with a lust that was unmistakable.
She knew he was going to keep fucking her and that she was going to keep coming. This was so different from getting laid in bed. This was raw, brutal, a man's fucking. Ass raped! She was getting screwed all the way up her perky ass!
Those thoughts alone were enough to keep the dark-haired woman perched on the brink of climax. And all the cock she needed to go over the edge again was rammed up her butt. The entire area of her ass flared hot as Eddie drove back and forth, cornholing her. The thick arrowhead of his prick spread her white, trembly flesh apart and sent waves of delight washing through her body. When he reached around her body and lightly fingered her clit, she came again.
Then things began to blur. She was coming so fast, the entire world was lost to her. All that mattered was the long, hot cock fucking her ass. The finger on her clit sent her blasting off again and again. When he began pulling hard at her tits, stroking from the base to the hard nubbin of nipple like he was milking her, this only added fuel to the fires of her arousal.
She was one giant raw nerve ending. And every touch from her next-door neighbor was undiluted pleasure.
In the midst of her orgasmic high, Clover felt Eddie's cock moving in and out of her asshole faster and faster. The friction burned away at her tender flesh. It was as if he'd shoved a rocket up her behind and lit the fuse. But this was a lot sexier than that ever could be. She loved the way Eddie fucked her ass.
Then the beautiful young girl felt a hot surge into her asshole. The man had come. He blew, his wad and creamed her guts with his jism. She was only vaguely aware of the sexy enema she was receiving. Still dazed from her repeated climaxes, Clover was in no condition to care that the cock was slowly softening in her hot ass and slithering free of her clinging body.
Finally, she realized he wasn't screwing her anymore. Collapsing to her kitchen floor, she felt the coldness of the tile on her hard nipples and throbbing tits. This brought her back to reality more than anything else could have. She rolled over and looked at Eddie. A shit-eating grin crossed his face as he gazed down at her. It was the smile of complete satisfaction.
"You're one hell of a back-door man," Clover told him.
"And you've got one hell of an ass to go with those fine legs. I could have fucked you the rest of the day."
"Why didn't you?" Clover asked. The burning desire in her loins was building again.
"Becky's going to be home real soon now. Like I said before, we shouldn't have ever gotten started. But I'm glad we did. I'm glad you were here."
"And I'm glad I was here, too. Congratulations on your new job. Maybe we can celebrate it more ... later."
Eddie looked confused, unsure of himself. Then he shook his head and said, "No, Clover, no. I love Rebecca. I really do. It's just that things have been confused for me. I needed you today. But with things smoothing out with my job and all, no more between us. Please."
"Sure, Eddie, whatever you say." But Clover knew the man was kidding himself. All she had to do was wiggle her ass in his direction and he'd come running-with a hard-on. As she watched him leave the kitchen, she sighed and remembered the feel of his cock all the way up her asshole. It was the first time she'd ever been butt fucked, but it wouldn't be the last. They were good together, she and Eddie and there would be other times and other places for them.
Just the thought of Eddie's prick in her again sent delicious shivers throughout the woman's trim young body. She was beginning to enjoy adultery.
A lot.
CHAPTER FOUR
After Eddie left, Clover got to thinking about what she'd done. It had excited her greatly, but it also made her feel guilty. She shouldn't have seduced Eddie. It was as much his fault as hers, she knew. Just because she offered herself to him didn't mean he had to accept the situation. He could have brushed her off.
But he hadn't.
And they'd both committed adultery. Clover shivered as she wondered what she would do now.
On the one hand, she felt guilty at having cheated on Michael for the very first time. But on the other she was getting what he didn't give her. The sex with Michael had been pretty lousy for quite a while. The beautiful young girl wondered how she'd ever put up with such lousy fucking for so long. She was a healthy, lusty woman who needed a constant supply of good, hard, hot cock to keep sane. She hadn't been getting it from Michael.
So why shouldn't she look elsewhere?
The dilemma burned in her brain even as the need for more prick burned in her pussy. The physical craving overwhelmed her sense of guilt. She had to feel a man's cock again. She just had to!
Clover started for the door, then stopped dead in her tracks. Rebecca had just driven up next door. There was no chance in hell now that Eddie would be willing to fuck again.
"Damn," she said to herself. But the feelings went deep. She felt cheated again. Just when she'd found a man able to stay up with her rampaging sexual needs, he was snatched away. The only solution was to try to find another man. But where? How?
Clover's mind raced into overdrive and she came up with the perfect answer. Grabbing her purse, she rushed from the house and got into her car. Getting to the super market took an eternity, or so it seemed, but she finally arrived. She restrained the impulse to park near the door. She found a spot on the edge of the huge parking lot, then walked in, the wind whirling her skirt around her legs and driving up to caress her damp, naked pussy. By the time she reached the supermarket entrance, she was so horny she could hardly stand it.
But she did. Clover carefully went up one aisle and down the other shopping for all the things she normally got. It didn't matter to her that she'd already been here once this week. She was after something not on the shelves.
The cashier rang up the purchases and asked Clover, "Need a carry-out on all this?"
"Four bags of groceries is more than I can handle," the dark-haired woman admitted. She licked her lips in anticipation when the carry-out boy came up. She had remembered every single detail of his face and body perfectly. A big, burly youth, looking like a high-school football player, he was everything Clover could have ever wanted.
And the bulge in his jeans promised her more than her wildest imagination had conjured up.
"My car's way over there. I hope you don't mind," she said, as the youth pushed the grocery cart out for her.
"Nope, not at all," he said, eyeing her with a look that told Clover this was going to be easier than she'd thought.
At the car she opened the trunk and bent way forward, allowing the slight wind to catch her skirt and hike it up. From the gasp of surprise, she knew he'd seen that she wasn't wearing any panties.
"What's wrong?" she asked innocently, turning and facing him. The beautiful young girl pulled her shoulders back so that her tits impudently thrust forward. The white surge of her titflesh billowed up and threatened to come spilling out of her dress at any instant. Just thinking about how sexy this teenager was made Clover's nipples harden and grow against the thin fabric of her dress.
"Uh, nothing," he said hastily, putting the groceries into the car's trunk. "Gotta get back now. Thanks, ma'am and call again."
"Wait!" Clover called. "Let me give you a tip for carrying those bags all this way." She sat down on the driver's seat and crossed her legs, making sure he got a view all the way up to her black-fleeced pussy mound. "My," she said, "I don't seem to have any change. But perhaps I can give you something else besides money."
"Something else?" he asked, nervously shuffling from foot to foot and glancing around the parking lot. "What do you mean?"
"There's something lurking in here that wants out, isn't there?" she asked, her fingers lightly brushing across his crotch. That brief contact told her he was fully erect and on the point of exploding.
"I gotta get back."
"And pass up a blowjob?" Clover licked her lips and leaned back in the bucket seat of her car, placing her heels up on the frame of the door so that he saw all the way down to her juicy twat.
"A b-blow job?"
"Get into the backseat," she ordered, sure of herself now. Her emotions were under better control. And she realized the effect she had on this teenaged youth. She was the one calling the shots, not him. He wouldn't refuse her. His cock wouldn't let him.
Clover was right.
"Uh, into the backseat?" he asked. "I guess this is okay. I mean, you're a customer and all."
"And we're both horny for each other. Hurry!" She shoved him into the backseat and immediately turned between the bucket seats in the front. His legs were widely straddled, one foot in either of the foot wells in the back.
Clover licked her lips again at the sight of his crotch. She reached out and pulled down his zipper. A hard and ready prick leaped out, eager for action. The sight of that plum-tipped fuck stick took Clover's breath away. It gleamed in the sunlight and promised her paradise.
The beautiful young girl inched forward and bent down. She allowed his prick to slip between her ruby lips. She worked on the tip for a moment, then pulled back. Kissing and licking, she headed for his balls. When she got into the hairy little bag holding his balls, she sucked the entire sac into her mouth. Her tongue tormented his trapped balls. She felt them tumbling around in the thick stew of his jism, trapped and waiting to explode.
"Want more?" she taunted him.
"Stop it. Now, please, lady, we can't do this. Not in the goddamn parking lot, for Christ's sake!"
Clover thrilled to his words. They might be discovered at any second. How would she ever explain giving head to a teenager in the middle of a parking lot to Michael? She couldn't. And the possibility of discovery added such zest she couldn't stop now, no matter what.
She sucked in his balls and really gave them a tonguing. He had to reach down and lace his fingers through her raven-black hair to keep from thrashing around on the car seat. He fought to keep from crying out. It wouldn't do to attract attention to this solitary car with its two occupants, not right now!
She gave the grocery carry-out boy the best head ever. Her cheeks went hollow as she sucked on the tip of his prick. The acorn-sized knob was actually growing in girth as she ran her tongue back and forth over it. When she found the tiny triangular flap of skin dangling down beneath the head, she tasted a bitter drop of pre-come. He was cocked and ready to fire.
The dark-haired woman redoubled her efforts on his prick. She tried to stuff her tongue down his piss-slit. It wasn't really possible, but she did it anyway. Just trying was enough to get them both really excited.
His hands tightened on her head. He began pulling her face to his groin. He wanted to face fuck her, but he wasn't in any position to tell her what he wanted. He had to do it all with the motion of his hands. Only incoherent moans escaped the youth's lips.
Clover allowed him to pull her face slowly down his long cock. She didn't want to gag on his prick, but she did anyway. It took a great deal of skill to deep throat a man's cock positioned like they were.
The second time she went down on his cock, the rubbery tip of his knob bounced off the roof of her mouth. She twisted slightly, her tongue a rough, wet cradle for his prick. Then the long, hard, throbbingly alive fuck stick shot down her throat.
For a long second, Clover thought she was going to choke again. She had her ass up in the air and the breeze blowing in the open car windows rustled through her dress, pushing it up and caressing her cunt. She lowered her backside and moved around so she wouldn't gag. She kept him down her throat and even managed to massage the underside of his cock by swallowing a couple times.
"God, I never thought this'd happen when I came to work today. God!"
She withdrew enough to look up into his tensed face and said, "Admit it, you love me sucking you off in public." His hands shook as he reached down and lifted her face up to meet his gaze.
"Lady, I think I hate you more than anyone else in this whole damned world. And if you don't get back to. sucking on my cock, I'm going to go out of my skull!"
She smirked at that. He might say he hated her for what she did to him, but he really loved the wet, clinging feel of her lips circling his prick. And sucking? He couldn't get enough of the blow job she gave him. She knew men well enough to know he'd do anything she wanted now.
She dived back to work.
Her tongue shot out and swirled around his prick. The purpled hood of flesh trembled with desire now. Clover wasn't quite up to swallowing his entire prick again-not yet. That could be done later.
Right now, she was more interested in just giving him the best head she was capable of giving. Then came the teenager's voice and the words chilled her.
"Goddamn, that guy's parking right beside us!"
Clover turned and saw a man's shoulder past the top edge of her car door. Another half step and the man would see everything going on-and going down-inside. But she didn't stop sucking cock. If anything, she made the blowjob even noisier, sucking loudly. This excited her until her pussy dribbled out its fuck juices down the insides of her thighs. The thrill of possible discovery turned her on more than she'd ever been before.
"Q-quit!" the teenager moaned. "He'll see us for sure if you keep making all those obscene noises."
Clover sucked even harder. The thrill of the almost-discovery made her hotter than she could stand. She sucked on the prick as if she'd, never done it before, as if it were a brand-new experience for her.
His prick was so damned tasty she couldn't seem to get enough of it. Licking and kissing the sides of the cock wasn't enough for the lovely young girl. As her nose burrowed into his tangled bush, she let her tongue play with his balls trapped in their hairy bag again.
She batted them around until she felt the balls locked up inside, tumbling and lurching with real desire.
Hastily, she clamped her mouth over the tip of his prick, afraid he was going to shoot his wad. Even though the youth's cock grew to fabulous proportions, he kept his control. She appreciated the effort of his part and wanted to reward him by sucking even more.
"Lady, this is crazy. We'll both be sent to jail. That guy almost saw us. This ... this is indecent!"
She didn't bother to answer. Clover was too busy getting off on the experience. She loved this more than she'd've thought possible a few hours earlier. She could suck on his cock all the longer now. His hands guided her raven-haired head in and out with the most seductive motion possible. Her lips tightened down into a perfect "O" that caressed every portion of his cock as it slipped into her mouth.
Moaning in stark pleasure, she made certain she breathed hot and heavy when his bush came close to her face. The hot air slipped through his pubic bush and stimulated him. The teenager's prick jumped a bit harder every time she exhaled.
"Stop it, oh sweet Jesus, don't stop. Just keep sucking. Damn, this is great!"
Nothing short of an atomic attack could make Clover stop sucking now. She was having too much fun giving head to quit. All through her marriage, she had only sucked cock to get Michael hard before they fucked. And that had been it. She quivered at the idea of a man actually coming in her mouth. The salty, tangy taste of jism promised her a treat unlike anything she was likely to get in any gourmet restaurant. And sucking a guy off in public like this gave her an added thrill.
"I love the feel of your wet, sucking lips all over my cock," the teenager muttered. "But we gotta stop. There're more cars coming. Lots more!"
She applied herself even more vigorously to his cock. Her mouth was hotter than a blast furnace. She sucked harder than any milking machine could have sucked. And she was quickly rewarded by the creamy flood of his cum. The first spurt hit the back of her throat. The next she allowed to smear all over her tongue.
Sucking still harder until her cheeks hollowed with the strain, she milked the entire viscous load from his balls. He was left with a limp cock by the time she was satisfied.
"I wouldn't have believed it," he moaned out. "In front of God and everybody, she gives me a blow job!"
Clover leaned back, rubbing against the dashboard as she licked a vagrant drop of cum from her face. It tasted just as good as the power she'd felt over this kid.
"Go on back to your job. And if they give you any hassle, tell them you were helping me get my motor running." She laughed as the youth hastily got out of the car. "Hey," she shouted, as he raced off, "I didn't get your name. What is it?"
"Karl," he said over his shoulder. "And wait for me. I'm off work in less than fifteen minutes. I want some more of this!"
Clover only smiled as she spun around and got behind the wheel of her car. This had been fun. But she wasn't going to hang around and wait for the kid to come back. As Clover reached for the key in the car ignition, she hesitated. Why not? Why not take Karl home with her where they could really get it on. She'd only sucked him off. Teenagers had fantastic powers of recuperation. He'd be sure to get another boner in record time.
Should she? Clover's cunt supplied the answer for her. It ached and felt hollow, neglected. With Karl's huge cock inside it, it couldn't feel neglected for a long, long time. Until the teenager returned, Clover sat and played with herself.
CHAPTER FIVE
Clover could hardly believe she was doing this. She kept glancing over at Karl beside her. The grocery carry out boy sat impassively, but she detected small, nervous gestures. His mouth twitched slightly. And his fingers kept moving restlessly near his crotch.
Knowing he was uptight-but ready for even more fucking once they arrived at her house-made Clover so horny she could hardly stand it. She had power over the teenager and that gave her as much a thrill as the thought of what it would be like getting his huge pussy pleaser buried all the way up her steamy hot cunt.
"Do you do this kind of thing often?" she asked.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Go home with customers who've sucked you off?"
"Hell, yes-well, no," he finally admitted. "That was the first time. But ... " His voice trailed off as if he couldn't put into words what he felt.
"But you weren't going to pass up the opportunity for a piece of ass, is that it?" the black-haired girl said boldly. She felt hornier than ever teasing the youth.
"Yeah, I guess so," he said. "But why're you doing this? Hell, lady, you're a good-looking woman. You could have any guy you want. Why some kid you hit on in a supermarket?"
"Variety, maybe."
But Clover found herself wondering about that. Why had she decided to bring Karl home with her? It was dangerous. Michael would be home from work in a couple of hours. And what if the neighbors saw Karl going in and said something to Michael about it later?
Clover trembled with the possibilities. And then she decided it was the threat that turned her on. She was playing with fire and knew it. Living dangerously only added zest to any fucking that would come. She doubted Karl was all that good a lover, but it hardly mattered. His cock wasn't Michael's. And Karl would do whatever she asked.
Clover wheeled into the driveway and got out, saying, "Bring the groceries in with you, Karl. I'll be waiting."
She laughed as the teenager fell all over himself getting out of the car. He was well-enough coordinated, but he was puppy-dog eager to get it on with her. She liked that. Clover had to admit to herself that she needed it badly.
Once in the house, she looked around wondering where she wanted to screw. Anywhere but in the bedroom. She went into the living room and took one look at the sofa. Too much like fucking in bed. She wanted to do it on the floor. That'd be different for her, lustier, more vital, more fun.
She heard the kitchen door slam and turned, her fingers already working off her filmy dress. It could only get in the way. She wanted to be bare assed naked when Karl came in and found her.
"Clover!" exclaimed Eddie, staring at her. "All for me?"
She let her dress slip from lifeless fingers. She hadn't expected her next-door neighbor to just walk in like that.
"Eddie! I thought Rebecca had come home and ..."
She didn't know what to say. She started to cover her nakedness, but changed her mind.
"Becky left again. Won't be back for hours. I thought I'd come over and ... " It was his turn to stop, surprise masking his features. Karl had entered, his fly down and a long, hard prick jutting from his jeans.
"Goddamn," the teenager said. "I thought ... God, your old man!"
"No, Karl, no!" shouted Clover. "This is Eddie, my next-door neighbor."
"And this is another of your many conquests, huh?" said Eddie, eyeing both Karl and the cock jutting from his hand. The prick began to wilt. Eddie laughed, saying, "What a waste. How about it, teammate? Want a little two on one?"
"Huh? Hell, yes. You bet. Lemme get my damned pants off." Karl's fingers flew as he unfastened his jeans. And his cock hardened again as he struggled to kick free of his pants.
This time Clover wasn't going to get just one cock in her. She saw the men's pricks and wanted them both. At the same time. As Eddie was stripping off his clothing, she was going to him, buck naked and so hot her pussy was frothing out its thick lubricants.
Totally naked, she took away both men's breath with her beauty. They couldn't believe this was happening to them. Gloriously naked, she gleamed in the pale light of the living room. Her dark black fleece between her legs was matted with sweat.
They simply stared at her. Her knockers were firm and high up on her chest. The nipples were slightly curved, as if pointing at something more interesting on the ceiling. But there was nothing up there that intrigued the two studs as much as what lay lower on the black-haired girl's trim body.
The navel was a shadowy depression in the middle of a snowy white plain. And just below this was the jet-black triangle of her pussy mount. Her snatch was perfectly outlined by her creamy legs. Her satin skin was the ideal frame around her cunt. The trim, tapering legs were spread just wide enough apart so that both men got the idea that this was one horny bitch and she was willing to fuck like a rabbit.
With both of them. At the same time.
"Christ on a crutch," mumbled Eddie. "You're more gorgeous now than ever before."
"And sexy. Shit!" cried out Karl.
"So you boys like what you see?" she teased. The lovely young woman turned, wiggled her pert ass and then strode off around the room. They could only watch her go. Her tits swayed with her every movement. They weren't gigantic, but they weren't small either. They were ample sized to pleasure any man, even a tit fancier.
She paused, looking back over her shoulder at them. Her eyelids were half-closed as if in anticipation of something incredibly sexy. She motioned to them, then laughed loud and clear at their haste to join her.
"No need to rush, boys. Not unless you're having troubles controlling yourselves."
"Fuck that!"
"Why not fuck me?" she suggested, spreading her legs just a bit wider.
"What do you want, mister? Front door or back?" Karl obviously couldn't make up his mind.
Eddie's cock was paining him. The way it throbbed, he might blow his wad at any instant. He was eager to get it into some hot female flesh where he could get some fucking in before that happened.
"Been thinking about buggering you, Clover. What about it? You want my cock cornholing you again?"
Karl glanced at them, noticing the use of the word "again." He shrugged it off. A cunt was just fine with him. He would love either opening.
Clover looked down and saw Eddie's cock pulsating with lust for her. She nodded. She remembered how great his prick had felt up her back passage earlier. She wanted more of that intimate attention.
He wasted no time in sidling up behind her. His hands reached around and gripped her tits. He pulled her back so that his cock firmly entered the deep canyon between her asscheeks. She sighed as his dick worked its way into her asshole. Clover totally surrounded his prick with her meaty slabs of buttock.
Wiggling her hips slightly gave a twist to his cock that brought a moan of pleasure to his lips.
"Damn, but you're a hot and horny bitch. Lemme ... lemme get it in, then you can mount up, old buddy."
Karl made a mocking bow as he waited for the older man to stuff his cock all the way up this wanton woman's asshole.
She gasped as the rounded nose cone of his prick firmly pressed into her anal muscle. Her asshole was a tightly held ring of muscle totally unwilling to let this cock up her shit chute again.
No matter how the lovely young woman tried to relax, she couldn't get her anal sphincter to cooperate. And then it wasn't necessary for her to try and relax.
A steady pressure forced the head of his cock into her asshole. She gasped with pain as the prick squirted past her asshole and into her rectum. One instant, just the head of his cock was inside her. A powerful surge of his hips sent his cock all the way up her spine.
Clover was jolted all the way to the top of her skull. Tossing her head from side to side, she began a low moaning that simply told how much her body was experiencing in the way of joy.
"Like it, huh, lady?" he muttered as his hands stroked over her ass. He began working the twin globes of assflesh back and forth. Kneading them like fleshy loaves of bread, he tried to rip them from her slender body.
"Oh, God, God! Fuck me, damn you. Fuck my ass! Don't just stand there! Really bugger me if you're going to!"
"So? All right. You asked for this."
And he rammed another inch up into her ass. Pulling out made the black-haired girl think he was going to suck her guts out behind his cock. The vacuum formed in her bowels was intense. And then he was plugging her shitter full of hard, throbbing prick again. Over and over he fucked her ass.
She felt his hairy thighs pressing firmly into her tender-skinned ass. Her rear began to twitch as she fell into the rhythm of his fucking. Then she was shoving her hips back in an attempt to get even more cock up her tightest passage.
The fires in her body burned brightly. Her cunt was drooling out its juices. They trickled down the insides of her thighs, tickling and turning her on even more. This wasn't missed by the teenager in front of her.
"Lemme climb on!" Karl demanded.
He reached out and grabbed her boobs. Her tits were especially sensitive. His fingers threatened to rip those succulent mounds from her chest. Karl let his hands stroke down over her body until he got to the insides of her thighs, then he pushed her legs wider. When she was in the position he wanted, he entered her.
There was a brief moment as Clover felt Karl's cock pressing against her pussy lips. Then he was surging hard and fast all the way up her twat. She had two cocks in her at the same time!
Karl began a rhythmic, slow fucking of her cunt. He didn't seem to be in any hurry. He diddled her clit occasionally. The lightest of touches on the black-haired girl's clit sent an icy stab all the way up into her belly. She was really up for this. Her nerve endings were ultra-sensitive and highly responsive to the fucking.
Having one cock up her asshole and another in her cunt, both fucking her silly, was new and wildly different for Clover. She had been bitching about how bad it was with Michael always doing the same things. She was finally living out her innermost fantasies.
Two men fucking her at once!
"Keep going, damn you. I need your fucking cocks all the way in me!" she screamed. Tossing her head from side to side sent a shower of sweat in all directions. Her jet-black hair had taken on new highlights as it had dampened from her sweaty fucking activities. But neither of the men really noticed how lovely Clover was, how pale and angelic her face was while being framed with devil-black hair.
All they were interested in was between their legs. Their cocks were driving hard and deep into her completely wanton, totally willing body. One prick was ramming into her asshole. She'd had Eddie up there only hours before and she wanted more of him. The initial pain of inner membrane stretching and pulling quickly receded as she adapted to his huge prick.
It stoked her inner fires. She was being completely gutted by the passions erupting in her body from having her ass fucked. A stray, incoherent thought passed through the black-haired girl's mind. If she were being pissed on, this would be water sports with greeking and being fucked, all rolled into one.
The thought was so kinky it made her shiver. Just a short while ago she would have puked at the thought. It would have totally revolted her. And here she was now with two of the biggest studs ever, letting one bugger her while the other drilled his pecker faster and faster into her juicy cunt.
Times had changed for the lovely young woman-fast.
"Keep going, damn you. Don't stop. And don't you dare slow down!"
"Shit, mister. I think she's gonna burn my cock to a nubbin. There ain't gonna be nothin' left if I keep up this pace. Never felt a chick's cunt this hot before."
Eddie only grunted. He was balls-deep, lost in the woman's hot ass.
"Hey, mister, let's do this right. Cooperate, you know? Team work. You pull out while I'm in. We can get her coming and going."
"Mostly coming, I hope," panted Eddie. "If we don't hurry, I'm gonna blow my wad. Okay, sure, anything. But let's do it!"
"Call it, then. Anything you want."
Clover thrilled at the way they were talking about her. Michael was always such a gentleman. He bored her. She wanted it rough sometimes. He'd never do it. She wanted her fucking different. He never did that, ever. And now she had two studs really fucking her and making her feel dirty, wanton, totally alive!
"Okay, guy, out!"
She felt the prick up her twat slip free. The plum-tipped end of his cock stayed in, parting her pussy lips. But that was it. But Clover wasn't lonely. The cock up her asshole was buried to the hilt. She felt his hairy little balls banging against her cuntlips.
Wiggling her curvy bottom, she felt his balls slapping all around her rear. Squeezing down, she felt the huge prick entering her anus. And deep inside her fiery hot rectum was the broad arrowhead of his cock. The tissue of the channel through her ass was tight, springy, resilient.
It was like a rubber glove around Eddie's cock.
She could feel every small detail of the contour of his prick. It was dancing around madly in her tight passage. She knew Eddie was having problems controlling his cum. It must be burning fiercely in the tiny sac right now. And she wasn't making it any easier for him. Doing her best, she tried to crush all the life from his hard-driving fuck stick.
She squeezed and massaged and wiggled and twisted. His cock felt as if it were being pulled out by the roots. And hot! Her ass was so hot he was sure he'd be burned to a cinder. Fucking in and out of her impossibly tight, clutching shit chute generated enough friction to burn both of them up.
Now each and every excursion all the way up her tightest passage was an endurance contest. He tried to hold back the tide of his jizz. It churned and tumbled his balls around in their furry little bag. Wanting to bring Clover off before the teenager did was becoming something of a point of honor with Eddie. He'd show her what it meant to be really butt fucked.
Just as he was losing his battle, he heard the command, "Out!"
The girl moaned as the cock left her behind. For a brief instant, her cunt and asshole were empty. Then a cock surged up her pussy. It buried itself all the way up her twat.
The back-and-forth, in-and-out fucking continued until she felt so weak and rubbery in the knees she would have collapsed if it hadn't been for the two men supporting her. In the front, the huge cock reaming out her cunt held her upright. And from the rear, another driving prick kept her from falling down.
"Let's do it at the same time," one of the men called to the other. Clover was in no condition to know who was speaking. It might have been Karl. More likely it was Eddie with his inventive mind.
She could tell both men were reaching the point of no return. Their cocks were probably burning with lust now. After the frantic fucking that had been going on, it couldn't be any other way.
When both pricks smashed into her at the same time, she almost fainted. She'd thought that was something from the gushy romance novels she read. Fainting heroines had always seemed ridiculous to her. Especially when they fainted from a little fucking.
Now Clover knew the truth. Two cocks thrusting hard and fast into her body at the same time instant sent waves of passion smashing into her body. She was barely able to control it all. Her cunt burned, her asshole screamed for more. The feelings built up fast in her taut body as the two men fucked faster and faster.
"Hey, I can feel your prick!"
"Yeah, through her guts. This is really something, you know?"
She knew what they were talking about. Deep inside her belly, their cocks were almost touching. All that separated them was a thin, rubbery inner membrane. Her guts were being rearranged to take the mighty thrusts of both cocks.
"God, this is great. I feel like I can fuck forever!"
His cock throbbed with extra lust as he rubbed the underside against the other man's. The tight fit of her ass all around his cock was great. Better than he remembered from fucking her just a few hours earlier. And the heat seething from her insides was enough to cause his blood to boil with lust.
But the biggest turn-on was fucking the lovely young woman at the same time the teenager was. Through her inner tissues, their cocks pressed close. The dancing and quivering and jerking of one's prick stimulated the other even more. They were not only fucking a beautiful woman, they were giving each other a real thrill, too.
Eddie pulled out of her asshole on the count, letting his cock rest for a second. The heavy slabs of assflesh on each side of his prick made him aware of how tight her ass really was. When he had started fucking her up the rear, the pressure from those muscular slabs had seemed great. Now it was nothing compared with the clinging, clutching, steamy-hot shit chute.
Eddie grunted as he drove his cock back into her hungering guts. The way she was writhing around, bucking and struggling passionately told him all he needed to know. Clover was getting off on this sexy four-decker sandwich fucking.
Cock, asshole, cunt and cock.
That was a combination Eddie didn't think could be beat. And the way his cock was feeling, he didn't think he'd ever be able to come up with anything nearly as exciting again. It had been a hell of a day so far-and it was getting better.
He fucked into her bowels with all the force locked up in his body. His hips jerked forward snapping his cock straight out like an arrow from a bowstring. He felt his balls bang against the curve of her bottom. But the most sensation from the black-haired girl was the tight ring of muscle around her asshole.
It was like a hangman's noose. She could clamp down and totally cut him off. She was relaxed enough to let him fuck her butt without any struggle. But the tightness of the passage was having its effect on him.
No longer able to hold his lust in check, he began to wildly fuck her ass. Prick burning with the friction of fucking, he felt the white-hot tide of jism rushing out his cock. He creamed all over the inside of her shitter, giving her the most erotic enema ever.
The rush of his cum into her rear brought her off. She shrieked and felt her body convulsed with orgasm. She soared with her climax as he wantonly fucked her butt. As the intense sensation was slipping away from her, she knew he was no longer up her ass.
His cock had wilted. But the one drilling up her cunt was still very much in the picture.
Her body demanded another come. Now. At that very instant.
She gripped the teenager fucking her twat so enthusiastically, arms around his neck for support. Her back arched and her hips shot out. She presented her snatch to the man as openly as she could. She wanted as much of his delicious cock up her pussy as she could get. But still it wasn't enough for the cum-hungry woman. She relaxed and her body collapsed around the upward driving piston of cock. She was firmly impaled on that spike of pleasure.
He groaned, feeling the shock wave all the way through his balls. Her cunt was juicy with lust, hot with desire. He couldn't stand fucking this virgin-tight pussy much longer. His body was going to betray him. Try as he might, the teenager couldn't hold back the mighty surge of his white-hot jism.
Erupting like a volcano, he fountained out his jism into her gaping fuckhole. His hips bucked and drove hard for the ultimate climax. He was totally lost in his orgasm.
The girl twisted and hunched back and forth stirring his thick tool inside her. As the jism squirted into her convulsing, hungrily sucking cunt, she came again. The superheated cum had set off still another climax in her slender body.
She clung limply to Karl for a moment, then her mind began to erase the fog of lust, allowing her to think more clearly. She realized she'd just been screwed by two men, one up her ass and the other up her cunt. And that she'd enjoyed every perverted, adulterous second of it without even thinking of her husband.
"More," Clover said weakly. "Fuck me some more."
"Sex crazy," muttered Karl, backing away and pulling her arms free of his neck. "Look, lady, I gotta split. Honest."
"And what about you, Eddie?" sounded a deep voice from across the room. "Are you going to split, too? Or did you think you could split my wife just once more without me finding out about it?"
Clover, Eddie and Karl all spun to face an angry Michael. Her husband stood in the doorway, hands clenched on his hips. Anger wreathed his face like a spring thunderstorm. She felt cold inside where once she'd felt all nice and warm and good.
"Bye, lady," said Karl, grabbing his clothes and dressing on his way to the door. Then the teenager was gone. Eddie remained where he was, motionless and not saying a word.
Clover couldn't think of what to say. Her very first day of adultery and already her husband had caught her at it! It hardly seemed fair. Just when she was beginning to enjoy herself, he came along and spoiled everything again.
CHAPTER SIX
"Wh-what are you going to do, Michael?" Clover asked, her voice trembling with-what? Strain, yes. She felt the tension in the air like it was something alive and writhing about. But there was more than just that. She felt excitement.
Clover hardly understood her reaction to be found out by her husband. She was turned on!
"I suppose you want a divorce so you can marry him." Michael's voice was both cold and bitter. She didn't much blame him-and yet she did, too. He had pushed her to this. He had caused this entire scene to occur. And Clover wasn't at all sure she hadn't plotted this unconsciously so Michael would discover her.
"Of course not," the black-haired beauty said. "I love you."
"A hell of a way to show it," he said.
"I'd better go," Eddie said, picking up his pants.
"Don't bother," said Michael. "Stick around. Looks as if you'll be living here and I'll be out on the curb."
"It's not like that, Michael. Really," said Clover, her mind racing. "You made me do this. You did!"
"I did? I held a gun to your head and forced you to fuck our next-door neighbor and some teenaged stud you probably found out hitchhiking. Sure, I forced you to do it."
"You forced me because you're always so damned wrapped up in yourself. You never do what I want in bed. You're always neglecting me sexually."
"We fuck often enough."
"For you. Not for me."
"So you go out and ball anything wearing pants. Great."
"I'll let you two work this out between you," said Eddie again. "Becky's coming in. I heard her car drive up."
"Becky?" said Michael slowly. "Hold on there, stud. You fucked my wife, right?" He didn't wait to see Eddie's slow nod. "It's only fair that I should have a tumble with yours."
"I don't think I understand," said Eddie. "You mean you want to screw Becky?" For a moment, Eddie stood there, then he laughed. "Go on, try. She'll turn you down cold."
"Not after I tell her what you and Clover have been doing while she's out. Then she'll fuck me just like you've been fucking my wife!" Michael spun and stormed out.
Clover and Eddie exchanged looks, then Clover said, "Do you think he's serious? I'm sure he'll tell Rebecca. But the rest ... " She shook her head, jet-black hair floating away from her face. The idea of Michael going and balling Becky turned her on strangely. She hadn't thought her husband had that kind of adventurous spirit.
"One way of telling. Let's go see."
Clover hastily dressed again, aware that the flimsy dress barely covered her lush body. And it was obvious, in spite of the seriousness of what was going down, that Eddie noticed she wore no panties or bra. Something about knowing she was naked under the dress seemed to turn the man on more and more.
"He's already inside," Clover whispered, not sure why she was keeping her voice low. It just seemed the thing to do.
"We can see what's happening through the bedroom window. That seems to be where they are."
Clover muttered, "It figures," then shut up. This hadn't turned out the way she'd thought it would at all when Michael had walked in on her, Eddie and Karl fucking themselves silly. She was turned-on and so horny she felt like screaming.
"God," said Eddie, "they're going to get it on just like he said. I don't believe it. My very own wife. Wow!"
Clover couldn't figure out Eddie's reaction. He didn't seem upset. Rather, he sounded as if he were turned on in a big way. He moved closer behind her, his hands reaching for her trim waist. The slender girl pushed her butt back into the curve of his crotch. It didn't matter to her that they might be seen. She felt a crawling sensation in her cunt that had to be attended to.
He slowly pulled up her skirt from behind. She reached out and gripped the edge of the window sill so that she could lean forward, her leg spread wider apart.
"Yes, Eddie, go on. Do it. Now, here, do it to me now!"
His fingers stroked over naked flesh. When he came to her dark, furry bush, he had to take a firm hold on his rampaging emotions. His cock felt like it wanted to turn cartwheels. He couldn't believe he'd gotten another hard-on this fast. But he had. And he had to use it.
That provocative pussy mound was gorgeous. And it was just slobbering in anticipation of having his huge prick shoved in between the gaping cunt lips underneath it.
"We can't," he moaned out. "Not with Michael and Becky in there. We should ... ummm! You are a hot bitch, aren't you?"
She moved her hips in a seductive circle against his cock. Then she started to move away. He reached out and caught a trim ankle. A firm yank and she was sitting on the damp grass, her legs spread in a wide vee in front of her body. The gash of her cunt was widely exposed.
All he had to do was flop onto her and fuck merrily away. But that wouldn't be right. Not with her husband and his wife just a few feet away. But Eddie couldn't restrain himself.
He pulled Clover toward him. His mouth fastened onto her well-formed calf. He loved the sleekness of her legs, the smooth, flowing quality as they tapered upwards to her gorgeous pussy. He kissed her, then began licking and lightly nipping at her soft, satiny smooth skin.
She yelped, but didn't struggle to get away. The feel of his mouth working up her leg toward her cunt was almost more than she could bear. The woman had expected him to really pick up where he'd left off inside. She wanted that prick buried deep up her cunt where she could feel it pulsing with male life.
But Clover couldn't complain. Her sexual tensions mounted to the breaking point again. She'd thought she was hot before, but it had been nothing like this.
Never in her life had she been so aroused. Eddie was turning her every which way but loose. His mouth stimulated the sensitive portions of her tender inner thigh. She had always assumed that men ignored this part of a woman's anatomy. After all, her husband did.
She learned how good it was to have a man caring about giving her the maximum turn-on before really fucking her. The nerves throughout her body screamed in joy by the time his hot breath gusted through the tangled mat of her pussy mound. His tongue daringly weaved through her bush and then descended to her clit.
The tiny clit throbbed with excitement. When he sucked the clit into his mouth, she came.
The wetness of his lips, the heat of his gusting breath, the way he used his tongue on her most sensitive of organs-and Michael and Rebecca inside talking about her infidelity-all made Clover sail off into a wonderland of sexual fulfillment.
And when she came down from her carnal high, his mouth was still there, licking, sucking up her cunt juices, plunging deep into the juicy slit. He tongue fucked her and got her off again.
Her entire body was like a string pulled taut. The lightest plucking and she would vibrate for hours. And he was using her like a fine musical instrument.
"God, Eddie, I never thought it could be like this. I mean, God, not ever! Not with Michael."
His hands moved her legs even wider apart. She felt the grass moistly crushing under her ass as he forced her downward with his weight. He was sliding up her body, his cock nudging into the pink, turgid lips of her cunt.
Then Clover screamed. She tried to hold it in by biting her lower lip, but she failed. The sensations ripping through her tender young body were simply too intense for her.
His cock rammed all the way up her cunt. Then he began fucking her with all the skill he'd shown her before.
Her shoulders became damp and stained from the grass mashing under their combined weight. She ignored this, as she ignored the fact this was the missionary position. Somehow, it seemed different now with Eddie fucking her. They were outside the house, in the yard, threatened with instant exposure if anyone should peer over the fence and see them. Her cunt was overflowing with juices.
The squishy sound of his prick ramming in and out made her breath come even faster. She felt her tits rise and fall, pressing hard against the thick slab of his muscular chest. The nipples hardened into pointy buttons. She thought she was going to poke holes in the man's chest.
Eddie didn't even notice the throbbing nipples. But she did. Every time he slid down on her body to send his cock surging into her cunt, his chest dragged over those sensitive tips. She felt the nipples being rotated and twisted damn near off her body.
The fiery lances of sensation arching into her chest made her come completely alive. The slender girl had thought his mouth moving on her legs and pussy had turned her on. It was nothing compared to the fucking he gave her.
With the hum of the traffic in the street just scant yards away, she knew they might have an audience and never know it. What would that spying person think, seeing two half-naked bodies passionately wrestling out there in the yard? Would they care? Would they jerk off while they were peeping?
The thought that anybody might see them added fire to her already soaring lust. Clover was an exhibitionist deep down inside. She loved the idea that they might have spectators watching.
"I love the way your cock feels inside me. It's so goooood!"
"Your ... cunt! It ... it's so tight," he gasped. He was hard pressed to keep control over his own body now.
His hips thrust in and out mindlessly now. All he could do was hang on for the ride and enjoy the hell out of it.
The huge head of his prick strained against the soft walls of her pussy. Every slight movement was transmitted directly to her body. The sides of his cock were lined with veins and arteries humming with excited blood. She twitched her hips just a bit to see what the difference in position would do.
She came.
Never had a man been so huge inside her. The cock was at the point of ripping her apart. And she wanted more of it. No matter her husband was inside with this man's wife. If anything, that knowledge turned her on totally.
Her legs lifted off the ground and braced her slim legs, on either side of his body. She felt the sweat slickening his sides. She tried to lock her ankles around his waist and drag him even deeper into her cunt. It failed. She couldn't control her own twitching body.
She hunched up to meet his every inward thrust. She needed that fucking cock-now!
Then he slipped free of her pussy. It was accidental. In his enthusiasm for fucking her, he'd drawn back just a little too much. His forward thrust sent his cunt-juice-greased cock sailing down the split of her pussy lips and into the ground.
He moaned as he tried to fuck himself all the way to the center of the earth. In spite of himself, the man had to laugh.
Clover joined in. "I never saw anybody that excited before. Christ, you get to fucking, you stay in my pussy. But no, you slide right on out."
"So let me get back on and ride. I promise my aim'll be better this time."
She started to open her legs to him again, then heard the faint sounds of her husband and Rebecca fucking. She sat on the grass, a cold feeling in the pit of her stomach. But she couldn't stay upset. Clover found herself too turned-on. She'd cheated on Michael, sure, but now he was balling Eddie's wife. And the idea of watching made her cunt so hot it totally erased any feeling of jealousy she might have.
The idea occurred to her that she and Eddie could make their fuck fest a lot more interesting. She grabbed onto his prick and pulled him into a sitting position.
"Okay, stud, listen good. We're going to the open window and watch some of the hot and heavy action going on inside."
"Rebecca!" he said, understanding for the first time what was happening inside. Clover kept her fingers tightly around his prick. She pulled him back down.
"You fucked me, Michael is fucking Becky. Simple and why get bent out of shape over it? I didn't figure he had the balls to do it."
"But that's my wife he's fucking!" protested Eddie.
"This is his wife you're fucking. Equal trade, I'd say. And in my case, more than equal. You're a hell of a lot better fuck than Michael."
Eddie silently stood and did as he was told.
Under the open window, they heard the two inside fucking. The lewd smacking noises told how hard Michael was fucking Rebecca. Her snatch had to be burning from the friction between her cunt walls and his prick.
The sounds made Clover uneasy. But it wasn't nervous uneasiness. This was a brand-new excitement. Before, she'd felt cheated in her sex life. Now she was finding new and kinky things to get her off. And with Eddie's cock helping her along, how could she fail to get her rocks off?
"Look at 'em!"
Eddie poked his head over the window sill and let out a low whistle. "I never saw her fuck like that-ever."
The slender girl took in the scene in front of her. Michael had Becky bent over the edge of the bed, fucking her from behind. His mighty prick appeared from between her cuntlips, then vanished again. The sight of her husband's body made the woman shiver. The thought of him fucking Becky made her feel as if she'd come at any instant.
God, how she hated him-but what a difference in his fucking! And the way his ass tightened up into a round, hard ball of muscle turned her on, too. He was built like a Greek god. And he was her husband. She was being turned-on by the sight of her own husband fucking the next door neighbor.
Why couldn't he fuck her like that?
"I ... I can't hold onto it any longer, Clover. Lemme fuck you good. And quick."
She spread her legs wide, her pussy opening up. She looked down between her legs, then drew her fingers across her cunt. The fingers came away drenched with the flood of her thick fuck juices.
"I'm ready, Eddie. Let me feel that cock of yours again, lover!"
She gasped as he bent his knees, maneuvered a little, then straightened. His prick shot skyward, impaling her directly in the cunt. He didn't stop at her cuntlips this time.
The slender girl went weak in the knees and sagged down onto his prick. She felt his bush grinding fiercely into her crotch. The motion of his cock inside her sent fireworks blasting into her head. She came, bigger than ever before.
She heard him saying, "Be quiet, dammit. You're going to make them notice us."
She realized she'd yelled out her passions when she came. That might have attracted her husband's attention. Luckily, the two inside were too wrapped up in their own adulterous fucking to ever notice anything going on elsewhere.
Clover let the man's cock slide free of her pussy as she peered over his shoulder. She got such a fine view of her husband fucking Rebecca. The man seemed tireless, unlike when the two of them were in bed. His mighty cock was a long pole, driving hard and fast between the woman's pussy lips. The spying woman knew what it felt like.
Eddie was giving her the same type of fucking. Her cuntlips were spread wide around his cock as it shot up into her belly, but the sight of the other two screwing affected her more than anything else.
Sure, the cock drilling deep into her pussy was a turn-on. She couldn't have said anything else about it. But actually watching her husband and Eddie's wife fucking while she was getting all the prick she wanted was a double thrill for the peeping woman.
"Keep fucking Eddie, keep going. I need it. I need your goddamn cock so baaaad!"
"Tight," he mumbled. "So tight all around my pecker. How do you do it?"
"I want you. Fuck me harder, haaarder!"
He did his damnedest to give the black-haired beauty what she wanted. He blasted the entire length of her twat. The friction burned away the thick oils lubricating her pussy walls. It seemed as if everything built to one momentous orgasm in the slender girl's body.
"Faster," Clover begged. "Give it to me as fast as you can. Make my cunt burn with your cock!"
Her eyes refused to focus on the couple inside the bedroom. The lust she felt was blur-" ring her vision. She wanted to see, she wanted to desperately. It gave her a new kick, a new sexual thrill. She needed it after five years of sexual boredom with Michael.
It was so kinky being outside, spying, fucking, maybe being spied on by someone in the street. She felt her guts tighten up. She knew another come was stalking her tender young body.
"More, Eddie, MORE!"
He lifted her off her feet with his next upward thrust. She was hung suspended for a brief moment on his prick-and nothing else. Her fingers clutched wildly at his back. She clawed him with her fingernails. Her body twisted around the spike of his impaling cock and drilled it even deeper up into her belly.
She shook the black hair out of her eyes and saw what was going on inside the bedroom. Michael was fondling. Rebecca's boobs while he fucked madly at her pussy. The curve of the woman's ass fit so cleanly into the curve of his groin that Clover thought they were two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle momentarily come apart.
Then her entire body exploded. If a stick of dynamite had been shoved up her cunt instead of a cock, she couldn't have felt much different. The come blew the top of her head off.
"Unghhhhhhh!" she shrieked out.
And then she felt the hot, wet surge in her cunt that signaled Eddie's come. He blasted out gallon after fiery gallon of his white-hot jism.
The touch of it inside her sensitive cunt set her off again. She was hurled high into the air on the winds of ecstasy ripping through her body. Never had she experienced such an intense come. Her body shivered, her muscles went rigid and the screams of joy were torn from her throat.
She and Eddie sank to the ground, exhausted. They clung to each other for support.
"We shouldn't have, not after Michael found out about us," he said.
"So he shouldn't have gone over to Rebecca and fucked her. And she let him screw her cross-eyed. Remember what went on in there?" She pointed up to the window.
And she felt another tremor pass through her body. This was the most exciting thing that had happened to her in the five years of her marriage. Clover wondered how it would all turn out.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Both Eddie and Clover jumped a foot. Clover had been urging him on with the thrill of discovery, both from people out in the street and from Michael and Rebecca inside. She hadn't noticed what had really been happening. The raven-haired woman had been too busy enjoying the feel of his cock reaming out her pussy.
To find out two people had seen them was horrifying. And exciting!
Clover looked over Eddie's shoulder and saw her husband peering out the open bedroom window. With him was a blue-eyed blonde, very cute, very pretty. This was Eddie's wife Rebecca.
Clover silently had to admit Michael had done a good job fucking Rebecca. She just wished he'd use some of that expertise on her. And Clover's mind wandered from her obvious dilemma to Rebecca. Was she any good in bed? Had Michael really enjoyed balling her more than he had his own wife over the past five years?
From the way Rebecca looked, she could have any stud hot and hard in seconds flat. Clover wondered why she'd never seen Becky look this sexy before. But then, she had never seen her after she'd just finished fucking Michael, either.
"Are you taking notes, Michael?" Clover said boldly, taking the initiative. "Want to come home for some nookie, now? Or are you content to keep balling our neighbor?" The beautiful girl looked up at Rebecca, who blushed furiously. Oddly, this turned on Clover even more. Rebecca was embarrassed! And there she was standing in plain sight framed by the window-bare-ass naked.
"Don't be crude, Clover. Besides, you're conveniently forgetting who it was who started all this. It was you and him." Michael looked down at Eddie, but it wasn't with hate. It was something approaching awe-and jealousy.
Jealousy? Clover could hardly believe Michael would be jealous. And yet none of their emotions fit right. There wasn't the hatred she'd expected when Michael had found her fucking Eddie. There was ... lust. It wasn't out in the open but she felt it in the air just like the electricity charging the atmosphere before an invigorating summer thundershower.
Something big was building up between the four of them and it wasn't the ugly hatred she'd half-feared would develop.
"Hey, cool it, you two," said Eddie. He moved and pulled down Clover's skirt in a move that should have been chaste. It wasn't. His fingers lightly dragged over the black-haired woman's naked butt and turned her on all over again. She had to have more cock!
She moved closer, her ass rubbing seductively into his crotch. For a second, he couldn't take his eyes off the woman. The dark-haired girl was a beauty, but his wife was watching. If he hadn't had his cock exhausted so marvelously by Clover's wanton cunt, he'd sure have made a try for his own wife! Eddie couldn't remember being hotter for her than he was now. Something about knowing she and Michael had been fucking made him go wild.
Eddie's and Rebecca's eyes met and silent communication passed between them. She seemed to be telling him she preferred him to Michael. Eddie was pleased but he had his hands full with a virtual nymphomaniac in Clover.
Eddie sighed, then looked up at Michael. He said, "I guess we can settle this among ourselves in some sort of civilized manner. It doesn't have to be a big thing."
"I want a big thing," said Clover, her hand straying to the man's limp prick.
"And I want a big thing, too," said Rebecca. "From both you men. And you, too, Clover. Hell, get inside before someone sees you like that and calls the cops. Like you said, Eddie, we can settle this in a way we'll all like."
"I'm surprised," said Clover. "Your wife's got brains as well as beauty."
"That's one reason why I married her."
"The other is that she's dynamite in the sack," spoke up Michael. He swallowed, wondering if he'd destroyed the calm that had been settling among them. But he hadn't. If anything, it provided a release of what tension remained.
"Thank you, kind sir," Rebecca said. "And you're not so bad yourself."
Clover watched the byplay in fascination. She realized that Becky was getting a sexual thrill out of all this. And so was she!
They all went in and sat down in the front room, in various stages of undress. Somehow, that didn't matter. If anything, Clover was the one who was most over-dressed for the occasion. Neither Rebecca nor Michael seemed to want to put on clothes. And Eddie was still naked from the waist down.
"Should I even bother being so formal?" she asked. Seeing the answer, Clover laughed in delight and skinned out of her filmy dress again. This day had turned out better than she'd had any reason to expect.
"Were you really screwing outside under the bedroom window?" asked Rebecca, her blue eyes wide. "Really and truly?"
"Sure, doll," said Eddie to his wife. "We were spying on you and your stud and we got hot to trot. So, hell, sure, we were fucking our brains out."
Clover watched what was going down. It was Eddie.
He went down on Rebecca, his tongue flashing out. Clover wasn't going to simply sit there. She had to be a part of this action. Her cunt was almost painfully empty now. And she wanted hard, fucking cock inside her again.
"Join us, Michael darling," she called to her husband as she slid to the floor.
"Nope, I'll sit this one out. I'm dead," he said, looking at his prick dangling weakly between his legs. "Besides, watching is going to be something really different for me. This is just like being the director of a porno movie!"
"So direct us, Michael," called out Eddie. "I've almost got my hands full as it is!"
"Okay, gang," said Michael. "You, Clover, curl up spoon-fashion and get your leg over his. He can get into your sweet little cunt from behind that way. And you, Becky, your lips are just too lovely for words. Lick his balls. And I bet Clover'd love to have them all over her pussy lips, too, right?"
"Oh, yes!"
The blonde seemed to thrill to the idea of licking Eddie's prick as it fucked in and out of Clover's pussy.
A flurry of activity occurred and they were all in position. Becky knelt by the side of the sofa so she could lean forward. Eddie sprawled on his back, Clover twining around his body so he could enter her easily from underneath. Both crotches were exposed to the blonde's licking tongue.
Clover felt the surge of prick as it entered her juicy cunt. No foreplay, no build-up this time. They were all too turned-on for that to be necessary. They were all exploring new and wonderously sinful territory in group sex now to need prolonged fondling and kissing.
She was already damp in the cunt. And when she felt the other girl's tongue working avidly against her pussy lips, she got really wet in a hurry.
She was caught between two of the sexiest events. A hard, thick cock was slowly, carefully, methodically fucking her from behind. And another girl's tongue was swirling around and lapping up all the cunt juices oozing from her twat.
The sensations rocketing into the raven-haired woman's body were too intense for her. She came hard.
The shrieks of joy filled the entire living room, echoed down the hall and then died away.
Eddie panted hard from the exertion of his deliberate fucking. The wet tongue applied by his blonde wife all over his balls robbed him of his control faster than he would have thought possible. Sure, the tight pussy was nice, but together with a woman's tongue working on his balls, he was going to come too fast.
Eddie managed to croak out, "For Christ's sake, Clover, try not to make so damned much noise. You'll have all the other neighbors here in a hurry!"
"Good," said Michael, his hand slowly working on a half-erect prick. "I want lots of action for this, my very first porn movie. Go on. Action, dammit, show me some action!" His hand worked faster on his stiffening cock.
"Shush, both of you," said Rebecca. "I'm just getting to enjoy this."
"I can't believe you two," moaned out Eddie. "So let's get on with it, you greedy, sex-starved bitches!"
"A good title for this epic," said Michael, his hand flashing up and down his now fully erect boner. "Sex-Starved Bitches from the Suburbs. Go, Clover, go, Rebecca!"
Clover enjoyed the change in her husband's attitude almost as much as she enjoyed being caught in the center.
She relaxed, leaning back against her neighbor's rock-hard body. She couldn't think of a better way to screw. He was reaching around her body and playing with her ample jugs. Somehow, he contrived to get both hands on her knockers. Squeezing down hard, he manhandled her tits expertly.
His fingers closed hard on her nipples. He pulled down and managed to flatten her boobs. The flesh seemed to flow under his hands. He tried to rearrange the shape of those satiny smooth cones of titflesh. The flesh oozed between his fingers and left him with the tiny nubbin of nipple. He couldn't reshape those tits. There was no use trying, even if it was so much fun!
Eddie was finally getting into the rhythm of fucking Clover. His cock couldn't penetrate her very deeply in this position, but it didn't matter. The head of his prick was fully inside her and that was all that mattered. He felt her ass pressing back into his crotch.
The smooth flow of her cushiony buttocks alone was enough to make him come.
As the raven-haired woman stretched and lifted her slender leg over his left one, she left herself wide open. He could easily penetrate her, fuck her with rhythmic strokes. No real power, but the way those pussy lips worked on his cock, it hardly seemed to matter.
In addition, Eddie had his wife's mouth all over his balls. His nuts had been hanging in a loosely-skinned pouch before her tongue found them. Now he was tightening up. He even felt her rough, pink tongue pressing firmly against the balls trapped in their hairy little sac.
Rebecca was an expert with her tongue. The blonde woman knew just how far to go, how much stimulation to give him before moving on. Her tongue followed his cock all around its base, played with his balls, then stroked along his entire length as he rocked in and out of the beautiful girl's cunt. As the rough, wet tongue pressed into his prick, he felt the added pressure from the pussy lips.
"Good stuff. It's a wrap! Print it!" cried Michael from across the room. He was panting loudly, his hand a blur as he worked himself to a fever pitch. None of the others even noticed him.
If her husband was getting off on watching, Clover was really strung out sexually being an active participant. She'd already gotten off once. It had been quick, fast, short-lived. But she hadn't realized how truly exciting it was having another woman's mouth on her cunt.
The cock surging in and out of her pussy failed to scratch the deeply buried sex itch she felt. She had to get relief from other sources. His hands on her tits sent lightning bolts of sheer delight into her chest. And when he played with her nipples, it was enough to shove the beautiful girl up the pinnacle toward climax.
But the most potent thing-beside the cock fucking into her pussy-was the other girl's probing tongue. She wasn't content to simply lick and stroke along the cock. The blonde worked back and forth along her pussy until it glistened with her saliva.
Not a single drop of cunt juice escaped her avid tongue. But the area wasn't wanting for lubrication, not as long as she left a heavy streak of spit behind.
When the blonde reached the front vee of the pussy lips, Clover's body was seized in the ice and iron grip of orgasm. The raven-haired woman felt her clit being expertly tongued.
Starting at the base of the erectile tissue, the blonde woman spiraled up until she reached the pointy tip. There, she sucked in the end and tormented it with her tongue. She lightly flicked it back and forth.
Carnal electricity volted along the beautiful girl's spine and exploded like lightning in her brain. The come was super. A cock reaming her cunt, another woman's tongue hungrily working on her clit. What more could she ask for?
Even Rebecca wasn't feeling neglected. She'd have loved to have that lovely, long, thick prick ramming in and out of her own needy cunt. But this was almost as much fun. Her mouth clamped down on the roundness of the cock and she sucked and licked along its entire cunt-juice-drenched length. Where it entered the other woman's pussy was a spot of feverish activity.
Not only were the pussy lips folding in and out as the cock fucked the raven-haired woman, an avid tongue was added to the game. She sucked up all the cunt oils oozing forth from the well-fucked interior. That was enough to spur the blonde woman on.
Her tongue parted the cuntlips the entire length of the sex slit, not merely in the vicinity of the cunt hole. She found the clit and worked it over with her tongue. She brought Clover off. That made her feel good. But Becky was greedy, too. She wanted more, to give more to both the others.
Working her mouth around the cock, she hastily licked at the man's balls again. It excited her the way the jism locked up inside was boiling. She'd found a fleshy pressure cooker about ready to explode. Working fast before he came, the blonde dived in back of his cock and found the raven-haired woman's asshole.
She wormed her tongue into the steamy shitter. The ultra-tight muscle refused to give entry at first. A little licking across the asshole, some coaxing with deft strokes of her tongue and then Rebecca was inside Clover's rear passage.
She felt the man's cock driving into Clover's cunt through the thin inner walls of the black-haired woman's guts. She began working her tongue in and out of Clover's asshole as fast as possible.
"Fucking A!" cried Michael. "This is more like it. I never thought I'd get off watching my own wife balled and eaten out at the same time. But, hell, I am!"
The others still ignored Michael. They were too wrapped up in their own sexual paradise to notice outsiders.
Clover was well-fucked by a cock up her pussy and now she felt weak and watery inside when Becky's tongue fucked up her asshole. Clover was being driven insane by her body's insane desires.
She came. Again. And again.
She felt like a machine gun going off. No matter where these two touched her, she came. Tits, her clit, her asshole, her pussy, all were fair game for them.
The beautiful girl felt her body slowly draining emotionally. She was taking all the sex she could get. And that was something Clover had never believed possible before.
Then she heard Eddie's voice in her ear. "I'm slipping. Can't hang on much longer. That damned, virgin-tight cunt of yours is making me feel like I've fucked into a milking machine."
She struggled to get up. Hands clamped firmly on her tits preventing her movement. A hard thrust of Eddie's hips sent his cock sailing farther up her cunt than ever before. And an eager tongue all over her snatch made sure she was too weak to protest.
"More," cried Michael. "This is great. Fucking great! Fuck her! Faster! Harder! Really make that dark-haired slut's cunt burn with your cock, Eddie, old buddy!"
Eddie didn't need any urging. His prick was getting a real workout. He was trying to bury his cock all the way up Clover's pussy. He wasn't in any position to get enough leverage to sink much deeper than halfway. But one bonus he hadn't counted on was Rebecca's tongue crammed all the way up into Clover's asshole.
He actually felt her tongue through Clover's delicate inner cunt walls. Every time he fucked into her pussy, he felt not only Clover's clinging hot pussy walls but a rough tongue firmly pressing against the top side of his prick.
When Eddie pulled out, it was especially great. Clover's tight cunt trapped the very rim of his prick and stimulated him to the point of explosion.
He couldn't hold back his jizz when his wife started tonguing his balls again. The boiler ruptured and he gushed out his come into Clover's yearning cunt.
All the while Eddie, was pumping fiercely into Clover's cunt, Becky was lapping up the cunt juices leaking out.
When he was exhausted, depleted, milked dry, he felt Rebecca's rough tongue laving away the last traces of his own cum and the raven-haired woman's cunt juices. To be given a cat bath by such a sexy blonde threatened to make him iron-hard again. But he just couldn't summon up the strength. His come had been too powerful, his fucking too good. All he could do was enjoy the sensations filtering into his crotch.
But the blonde wasn't satisfied with just cleaning off his cock and balls. She immediately went for the beautiful girl's cunt. Her lips pursed firmly against Clover's cuntlips, Becky sucked hard. Like a vacuum cleaner, she pulled out all the jism Eddie'd just planted in the tiny cunt.
Her tongue stabbed out and into the still-convulsing pussy. Swirling around like a hurricane, she cleaned off the walls, found the lingering beads of jism and swallowed all of them with gusto.
Then Rebecca started working down the insides of Clover's thigh. The blonde seemed insatiable. She wanted to eat out a temptingly presented pussy!
"Stop, oh, nice," sobbed Clover, "but stop! I can't go on. Not yet. Not for a few minutes. Let me rest, dammit, get that tongue out of my pussy and let me rest!"
"Ho-ho," laughed Michael. "I never thought I'd hear my loving wife say those words. But she has. You two are witnesses."
They all collapsed in a heap on the floor, Michael joining the sweaty, panting trio. Becky reached over and fondled his hard cock, muttering, "I want some of that action again. You're the only one who's not a spoilsport around here, Michael."
He laughed. And then Clover joined in. Within seconds all of them were clutching at one another, laughing and just enjoying the feeling of being a group.
Clover hadn't had any idea that this would come about when she'd first seduced Eddie. But it had. And she was happy. She'd gotten-almost-all the cock she wanted. And an added bonus was the avid sucking mouth of a woman she'd thought staid and even boring.
She'd been boring, all right, but it was with her tongue and the boring had been all the way up into a frothy, seething hot cunt!
"What now?" asked Clover, knowing the answer as she looked from one contented, excited face to another.
CHAPTER EIGHT
" ... so why don't you just sort of roll over and get up on your knees? I sure am envious of old Michael, there. Him getting to fuck that fine ass of yours. Looks pretty, it does. I'd sure like to have another go at it," said Eddie.
Clover shook herself out of her dreamy state. She took a few seconds to focus and remember just where she was. Eddie was directing her to get on hands and knees so that her husband could fuck her like a dog!
And Becky was watching with great interest.
"What about it, Becky?" she asked. "Should I do it?"
"Sure. I ... I want to watch." The blonde woman already had a large banana poised near the lips of her pussy. "I want to watch them fucking you so I can have a little solo fun."
"You've just got the hots for blonde bush," said Rebecca, laughing. "No, I really want it this way. You know how hot you got, Michael, just watching. I really get off on it, too. When Eddie's not here, I get out the old movie projector, show it against the wall and masturbate. Seeing real people fucking will get me off so quick my cunt's already starting to drool. Oh, please, get on with it!"
"I'm not arguing," said Clover. "Go on, lover. Stick it in!"
She wiggled her ass up in the air so that Michael got the idea. Chills of delight coursed through her body. Michael was going to fuck her ass! Now she could compare the way the two men butt fucked.
"And poor old Eddie's just too tired out, huh?" said Michael. "Why don't you lie down on the rug so Clover can lick your cock?"
"Hey, a great idea," the man cried. He moved quickly to position himself so that Clover's lips were just inches from his dead prick.
"But ... " started Clover.
"No buts, except for this delightful white butt of yours, that is," said Michael. His hands stroked over the meaty half moons, causing another chill of anticipation to pass through the black-haired young girl's body. She couldn't believe the change this four-way fucking had made in her husband.
He wanted to try new things, things they hadn't done in five years of marriage! It was a miracle.
She'd do her damndest to please Michael now. His cock poking between her asscheeks was good enough reason, but his new, dominant behavior now made the fucking all the spicier for the slender woman.
This was what she'd been longing for. She'd been living too long without good fucking.
She scrambled over the rug and positioned herself better over the prone Eddie. He lay there, his legs hairy and knobby. The slender woman didn't even care. Her eyes were fixed on his limp prick. She'd get it rearing up into a usable, hard-fucking cock in a few minutes.
Clover found it was a lot harder than she'd thought it would be. Not being able to use her hands proved a handicap. The black-haired young girl balanced forward just the right amount to lick and suck on Eddie's prick, her hands on either side of his body. She wanted to stay in this position because of the promise of Michael's cock entering her from behind.
"How are you liking the mouthing, Eddie?" asked Rebecca. "Tell me how you feel!"
Clover looked up and saw the other woman using the banana. The yellow prick-shaped fruit was slowly vanishing between turgid cuntlips. The look of excitement on Becky's face thrilled Clover. She'd never thought anyone could get so turned-on with a fruit before.
"I love the feel of her lips moving on my cock," said Eddie, groaning lightly. "Her ruby lips are giving my old cock a real workout. She sucks like she means it, too. It's great!"
Clover's cunt oozed out even more of its thick lubricants. She felt them dribbling down the insides of her sleek thighs. Everything the four of them did together seemed to turn her on more and more. She'd been missing out on the greatest sex ever-and all because she'd been too timid before to take the first step.
Seducing Eddie had been the best thing she'd ever done. It had gotten Michael mad, it had brought Becky out of her shell and it had gotten the four of them together. God, how they were together now!
She loved it!
Clover sucked harder at the prick weakly throbbing in the hot, wet cavern of her mouth.
The black-haired young girl moaned softly when Michael moved in behind her. He gripped her around the waist and let her lean forward, his powerful hands supporting her. Clover let her mouth reach out and down even more. In only a few seconds, she found warm cockflesh under her lips.
Her tongue looped out and pulled the prick into her mouth. The woman began sucking on Eddie's cock, giving him the best head she could. She avidly sucked and tongued and used every trick she knew to harden his cock.
And it worked.
Eddie groaned up, "Hey, she's getting me hard again in record time. God, Becky, her lips are so soft and demanding. I feel the roughness of her tongue all over my cock. It's setting fire to my guts."
The other woman sobbed softly and began fucking herself with the banana. Clover looked over and saw the silvery fuck juices coating the banana peel. She wondered what it would taste like, having the banana heated in hot cunt and soaked through and through with fuck juices. She'd find out when this was over, she told herself.
But the hands around her waist tightened, demanding more of her. Michael bent forward and whispered hotly in her ear, "This is a horse fucking you, not your husband. Do you like to play horsie, little girl?" Michael laughed and finished, saying, "And that's a horse's cock in your mouth. You're being fucked by a horse and sucking off one at the same time. How about that?"
Tremors of desire blasted through her body. The image in her mind excited her more than she cared to admit. Something about the four of them getting together let their imaginations run wild. She'd always wondered what it would feel like being fucked by a horse. Now Clover was, able to imagine-just a little-what it was like.
She kept using her mouth the best she could. She liked the feel of Michael's hands around her waist, supporting her, keeping her from falling forward.
Clover finally got Eddie's prick to come back to life. It sprang up into a full hard-on while her tongue was wrapped around it. She sensed the beating of the man's heart through that long, hot length of prick. Every time his heart pulsed, his cock jerked in cadence. The slender woman could tell how excited Eddie was getting by how fast his cock danced and bucked up and down. If she was any judge, she was giving him a good blow job.
"About time for me to get into the saddle and ride," said Michael from behind her.
The woman felt him sidling closer to her rear end. His hairy thighs pressed against her soft legs and she felt his cock entering the humid canyon between her asscheeks. He bounced up and down to settle in and then begin poking with his cock.
Michael didn't find the hole he was hunting for. The black-haired young girl's cunt was overflowing with fuck juice now. The taste of a man's cock in her mouth, the feel of hands around her waist and the sensation of a cock running up and down her ass all turned her on to the point she wanted to cry out.
When Michael jabbed forward driving hard for her asshole, he found her pussy instead. He slid into her body with a slick motion that made Clover gasp in reaction.
She sucked in her breath and Eddie gulped hard. "Dammit, Michael, watch what the hell you're doing to her. She's got my cock in her mouth, you know."
"Sorry about that, old man," Michael grunted and began rotating his hips, stirring his cock around inside the tightness of his wife's pussy. He wanted to fully grease his prick for the tricky journey up her back passage. He knew from his first failed attempt how hard it was finding that elusive asshole and getting into it. Well oiled, it would be a lot easier fucking up her tight rear.
The man almost had a change of heart. He almost decided to stay buried up this hot, clinging cunt. It felt like it was hung with velvet. It was smooth and very stimulating. Hot like a blast furnace, tight like a vise.
What more could he ask for? Here he had juicy pussy, fiercely gripping at his prick, red-hot with lust for him. It felt like every muscle in her pussy was trying to hold him inside-and every muscle was.
Clover loved the feel of a big cock inside her. She didn't want to let him go, not when she still had Eddie's prick in her mouth, too. The pair were giving her the ultimate a woman could ever want. First they had let Eddie and Rebecca work her over, now the two men were doing it to her.
Clover was well-pleased with the setup. But if her husband wanted to move up and butt-fuck her, she'd make sure he'd have to work at it a bit first!
"Damn, she's holding me tight inside her cunt," protested Michael.
"Tough shit, man," said Eddie. "She's just plain sucking on my cock. And God, what a mouth she has. The best, I swear, the goddamn best!"
Clover blinked her eyes and turned her head to see what Becky thought of that. The woman was too far gone to protest her husband's remark. The banana worked quickly, vanishing between her cuntlips only to reappear as she pulled it back out. And her other hand moved restlessly over her tits. She tweaked and stroked the nipples, teasing them into hard little buttons of pure lust.
Clover gasped as Michael began fucking her pussy. This spurred her on to do something to give Eddie even more pleasure. She started gnawing on the rubbery tip of his cock. The man's hips started to buck up and down. He was hunching up to try and cram his prick deeper into her mouth. She carefully prevented him from doing it just to tease him further.
Eddie was almost driven mad with lust. Clover's sharp teeth didn't cut into his cock, they merely stimulated him to the point where he no longer lay still. His hips were writhing around and he was humping up and down trying to face-fuck the wanton, slender woman.
When Clover bit down and started to gnaw on the resilient end of Eddie's prick, her tongue was busy racing up and down the delicate flesh underneath. The little flap of skin was receiving most of her oral attention. Eddie finally collapsed back to the rug, staring up at the ceiling, a dazed look on his face.
His moans filled the room. He'd met his match. His groin seemed to be on fire. His entire cock was being treated to the tonguing and sucking of his life. This chick was really giving him a blow job!
Michael was busy fucking the slender woman's furry little cunt. The man liked this so much that he momentarily forgot all about his original intention of fucking her up the ass. He felt the pillowy mounds of her rear impact against his upper thighs. But the warmth spreading from her cunt and down his prick kept him occupied.
The warmth seemed to start at the very tip of Michael's prick. Then the purple knob felt like it was on fire. From there, the heat worked its way back very slowly. Inch by agonizing inch it burned and charred until Michael's entire cock was devoured by the carnal flames.
Not satisfied with stopping there, the heat expanded and went down into his balls. The jism trapped in the hairy little bag became superheated. His aching balls lurched and tumbled until Michael was almost driven wild with lust.
Michael was so lost in his carnal paradise that he fell backwards. His cock was suddenly exposed to the cool air of the room. No longer was he surrounded by the hot, restricting confines of Clover's twat. Her pussy had relinquished its hold on his prick.
But Michael wasn't going to give up this easily. He quickly got back up and found his original target. He pressed the purpled head of his well-greased prick against Clover's asshole. He leaned forward. The pressure on her asshole increased. The battering ram of his cock slid all the way up her shit chute.
Clover tried to scream, but couldn't. She had a mouthful of Eddie's cock. Instead, she made a gurgling sound and moaned deep in her throat. The noise came out like a contented kitten purring over a bowl of milk.
Michael had thought the black-haired young girl's cunt was tight. He found a new definition for the word "tight" up her ass. For five years he had been missing out on this treat. He cursed himself for being such a fool for so long. And then he became more worried about the possibility of the woman's asshole cutting him off at the balls.
Slowly, he pulled out of the blazing hot asshole. A lewd noise sounded as he slipped free of the erotic embrace. Clover's cunt juice on his cock formed an airtight seal between his prick and her bowels.
The shock of pulling out made the man ram home all the way again without thinking. He wasn't going to be denied this hot, tight hole any longer. He'd missed out on it for five years. Now all he wanted was to make up for lost time. He deserved the right to fuck the tightest passage into his wife's body. Let her clench at him with her cunt muscles. He'd fuck the hell out of her asshole to show her who was boss!
Eddie was on the receiving end of Michael's active fucking. Every time Michael slammed hard into Clover's ass, she'd suck in her breath. She finally swallowed Eddie's cock whole. He felt a minor earthquake in his balls every time she swallowed. The sides of her throat kept rubbing on the sensitive tip of his fuck stick.
"Shit, she's eating me alive. I love it!"
"Lemme fuck her ass. Gotta fuck, just gotta ... " moaned out Michael, hardly aware of what he was saying. His voice was blurred with sex. He was close to orgasm and could barely restrain his fiery load from fountaining out the end of his prick. He began fucking Clover's ass with long, powerful strokes. Faster, ever faster and deeper into her cunt he went.
Finally, the friction and internal heat caught up with Michael. His cum gushed out and completely creamed his wife's bowels. He kept pistoning in and out of the woman as long as there was a trace of stiffness left in his cock.
Michael saw that Eddie was still being tormented by the black-haired young girl's mouth. She ran her tongue up and down to the base of his prick. There, her tongue looped and circled in the man's bush, lightly touching his balls.
The feathery touch of her tongue almost set off Eddie. He had been concentrating on enjoying the head she gave him to the fullest. Now he was in a contest to see how long he could last. If he left it up to Clover, she'd have sucked him off in less than a minute.
He was greedy. He wanted all the sucking this hot bitch could give him.
But Clover was hot, too. She sucked and licked and did things to his cock that he hadn't thought possible. He geysered off into her mouth, letting only a tiny speck of his jism leak from her ruby lips. The woman sucked hungrily and soon emptied his balls again.
"Damn, lady, but you suck good." Eddie turned and saw that Rebecca had been watching every single move. And she let out a sharp cry, came, then relaxed, the banana slipping from her sex-numbed hands. Before she could move, Clover was over at Rebecca's side.
Clover looked at the banana, picked it up and peeled it. The fruit inside was hot from being hidden in the woman's pussy. And the cunt juices added a kinky flavor treat that excited Clover to the point of orgasm.
She came as she sucked and licked and ate the banana covered with her neighbor's cunt juice. Clover sank to the floor, tired and sore in pussy and asshole and mouth. And she wanted more! There was no turning her off now that she'd been turned on to group sex.
CHAPTER NINE
"Wake up, Clover. Wake up," Michael insisted, shaking her.
She came awake in a flash. Her dreams had turned into such erotic adventures that she must have been moaning and crying out in delight. Maybe she was even screaming for Michael to prod her awake like that. Her heart was hammering wildly and she was drenched in sweat.
"You must have been having a nightmare. You okay?"
She heard concern in his voice. Michael had changed a lot since they and their next-door neighbors had all gotten it on. Wife swapping, simple trading, fucking around, whatever you wanted to call it, they'd done it. And they'd liked it.
But old moral patterns died hard. They had enjoyed it. She had loved the new and excitingly different feel of Eddie's prick up her cunt and asshole. He turned her on with new and bizarre ideas about screwing. And she knew Michael was turned on a lot by Rebecca's blonde beauty. But they both felt guilty cheating as they'd done.
Infidelity.
Clover wanted to laugh. She had enjoyed it!
And yet she and Michael had agreed they'd stay at home in their own beds-with each other-and that any wife swapping was over and done with. She wondered now why they'd made such a silly promise. It was obvious to her that both of them wanted to explore more fully their growing relationship with Rebecca and Eddie.
Clover reached out and touched her husband's lips. She gently traced the outline of them, then stroked down his neck and rested her hand on his shoulder.
"I'm fine. I've just been under a strain lately. We both have. It's not every day that a gal finds out what a good lay her next-door neighbor is."
Michael sighed. Clover might as well have been a mind reader. She saw the same thoughts going through his head about Becky, too.
"I know," he said softly.
"It's sort of spooky thinking about today. It seems like a million years ago-and yet only seconds, too. Time's all jumbled up in my head."
"Is that all that's mixed up?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," Michael said. "You just sound, well, you sound wistful. You make it out like you've lost something. We haven't lost anything. We've gained each other. We've saved our marriage."
Clover wasn't sure how close Michael had come to the truth. Damned close, she was afraid. But not in the way he meant it. She just didn't understand this side of herself well enough yet to even try to explain it to him.
"This has been damned good," he continued, rolling back and staring up at the ceiling. "It's pushed us together rather than pulling us apart. Like, I've found out how you dig kinky sex now. Before, I just didn't know. I figured all that gymnastics stuff was just an excuse to get kinks in your back. But hell, it can be fun!"
"You have changed," the black-haired woman said, her eyes glowing. It was only about two in the morning but she was wide awake-and hornier than hell. Her dreams had been about Eddie but she couldn't tell her husband that. Not even the part about how Becky was cheering her and Eddie on, urging them to fuck harder, faster, do it in new and wonderously exciting ways.
He pulled her close and kissed her to show how much he'd changed.
She tensed for a moment. Clover didn't want to lose Michael. She loved him and they'd been married for five years. They were comfortable together, even if the sex hadn't been that great until today. But could she do without Eddie now that she'd discovered how great fucking with him could be?
Then Clover relaxed and returned the kiss. She was hot to trot, but there wasn't any reason for her husband to know that it was another man getting her all damp in the pussy.
Michael broke off, sighing, "That's great. But you're still sweaty from the nightmare. Let's go take a shower."
"At this hour? You're out of your ... hey!"
He scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom. She kicked and fought but it was only for show. She wanted to get into that shower with him and work up a real lather. Michael dropped Clover to her feet and she reached in, turned on the water, checked the temperature and adjusted the knobs till it was just right. Then Michael scooped her up in his arms again and they tumbled into the tiny shower stall.
With the water cascading around them, they kissed.
The feel of the water stung her smooth skin. She felt every little drop of the hot water as if it were a needle digging into her flesh. And it made her come totally alive, washing away the last traces of her sleepiness. She could forget her dreams about Eddie and simply enjoy the man crowded into the stall beside her.
All that mattered was Michael's lips crushing into hers.
She gripped his body close to hers, the embrace turning more and more passionate as the kiss deepened. Her tits flattened against his chest. Their tongues began flittering back and forth between their mouths, seeking, striking, darting and playing.
Everything was perfect for Clover.
The slender girl slid her hand up and down the man's back, now slick with water. When she found the rounded curve of his well-muscled buttocks, she knew she'd discovered something potentially more arousing for both of them.
Her slim fingers dived down into the hairy crevice between his tightly muscled asscheeks. Then she stabbed her finger down on the hard ring of muscular asshole.
The man gasped, his tongue pressing even harder against hers in reaction. Clover refused to let his mouth escape hers. She wanted stimulation all over her body. If he missed even one little part, all this would be for nothing.
Her tits began throbbing with lust. The nipples were being pumped into marble-like pebbles of obvious arousal. His mouth on her kept her tongue fully occupied.
And the hands cupping his ass were squeezing down harder and harder to let him know how much she needed him.
When her finger worked its way up into his asshole, he gasped again. Pulling his mouth from hers, the man said, "What're you doing back there? Whatever you've got in mind, keep it up!"
"That's your department, darling," Clover said, hand running down between them. There was no doubt at all he was keeping it up. His cock had risen and was jerking with vital urgency. The water beaded on it to run down into his thick bush.
All Clover had to do was wiggle her finger and Michael was reduced to moans so incoherent she wondered if he was choking. When she squeezed on his prick and wiggled her finger at the same time, she thought her husband was going to come.
"Don't come yet, you bastard," she said. "I want more than a handful of your cum. I want to feel you fucking my pussy first!"
"Spread those lovely legs of yours. I want to make sure you don't get away from me."
"What? Get away in this tiny stall? And while I still have my finger jammed up your ass? You're crazy!"
But she did as he commanded. She wanted his cock inside her pussy. The way it shook with virility under her clutching fingers promised a better fucking than she'd gotten in years. Controlling his cock, massaging it with the walls of her cunt, those were the things she could revel in. Seeing the fuck stick bouncing between their wet bodies wasn't anywhere near as thrilling as feeling it hidden away in her deepest, most intimate recesses.
Her legs parted wide enough for him to dip down, position his body, then shoot upwards like a rocket taking off for orbit. His aim was right on target.
They both gasped when his blunt-nosed prick blasted into her cunt. The way she was standing, it wasn't quite a straight-in shot. His cock was bent a little by a curve in her fuck tunnel. As steely rigid as it was, having his cock twisted sent a tremor earthquaking all the way into his crotch.
Clover shrieked in pleasure. One second, the only real stimulation she was getting came from the water dribbling all over her body. The next, she was impaled by a single expert thrust of his cock.
Her delicate pussy meat was twisted and pulled apart. The strength fled from her body. She wasn't able to stand up any longer. She had to crumple to the floor of the shower stall.
All that kept her upright was the hard spike of the cock in her cunt. This caused the prick to dig even deeper into her belly as she sank down. Then the new waves of carnal delight pulsing throughout her body gave her added incentive for more fucking.
It wouldn't do just giving up and letting him fuck her. She'd done that for too long already. This had to be new, different, more exciting than anything else they'd ever done together. She had to take a more active role in this wet screwing.
Her finger wiggled in the glove-tight passage of his ass. She felt his immediate response. His cock bucked up hard inside her pussy. She could control him by the simple use of that finger buried in his rear. It was as if she had her finger on the trigger of his gun and could decide when to fire him.
He was hers to command.
"Let's move around a little. It's good, darling, but it can be great," she told him.
"Whatever you want."
"Yes, whatever I want!" she repeated, emphasizing her point with another jerk of her hidden finger.
She almost came when his cock began a steady throbbing inside her twat. The stimulation she was giving his prostate gland with her finger had to be really turning him into an animal. She couldn't remember when he had ever felt so big inside her cunt, so strong and dominant.
The wife swapping earlier in the day had done something for Michael, all right and it was all for the better.
He started a slow fucking. It wasn't very satisfying to either of them. Their feet slipping, their wet, naked bodies propped against the plastic walls of the shower stall, the strokes he used were shallow and uninspired.
"Wait. Let's do this right," the slender girl said. She wrapped a long, sleek leg around his waist and gasped immediately. Just lifting that leg drove his prick even farther up into her clutching, hungering pussy.
"Now. Now fuck me. Slow, deep strokes. And make me come, damn you, make me come like I've never gotten off before!"
She pressed her shoulders back into the corner of the stall. The water showered down on her tits, stinging, making them feel more alive than they ever had from a man's tonguing. Each little jet of hot water was a whip stimulating a separate nerve ending. Millions of the tiny whips beat into her nipples and took away her breath.
And when Michael began to move his hips, it was just as she'd thought it would be. He had the leverage now to pull almost all the way out of her cunt, then ram back in forcefully. The fucking was slow, deliberate. It built their desires slowly but surely.
Clover kept her finger in his warm asshole. The feel of his muscles tensing as he fucked her was an added treat. She seldom got to experience the way his ass tightened and relaxed as his hips pistoned into her twat. Now, that was only a part of the turn-on for the black-haired woman.
Her leg rested on her husband's waist, wrapped around him like a boa constrictor. When she wanted, she could pull him closer, deeper, farther up her cunt. She waited for the proper time. Now he was merely getting them ready for the payoff.
When she was ready to climax, everything would be perfect.
"Tell me what you're feeling. Tell me everything," she said, remembering how Rebecca had gotten off on her husband describing the feel of Clover's lips on his cock.
"Everything? I don't know, uh, ummmm, Where to begin." Michael had to catch his breath as his prick slid into her well-greased pussy. The way her cunt opened and closed around him made Michael sure she could break off his cock at any instant.
But what a wonderful place to have it happen! He'd never found another woman with such a tight pussy. Not even Becky. And thoughts of his neighbor turned him on even more. Michael said nothing about this to Clover, but she noticed the fervor in his fucking now.
"Tell me," she urged, feeling his cock jerk lustily in her tight fuck tunnel. "I want to know everything you're feeling."
"I'm feeling your tits, two luscious mounds of titflesh. All wet now. The water's running down the slopes and into the canyon between, then dribbling down my belly. It tickles. And your nipples are hard and poking into my chest. I can feel them throb every time your heart beats."
"What else? Tell me. And say it louder. The way the blood's rushing in my head, I can hardly hear you."
She sighed as she felt his cock burying itself far up in her pussy again. Clover tensed and relaxed her muscles a little, giving the man's prick a knowing squeeze. Promising more, he'd be sure to ram as hard and fast as he could-when she wanted it.
"I love the feel of your cunt all around my cock," he muttered, his words barely discernible over the rush of the hot water. "Feels like velvet all around my pecker. Great. Wet and great and tight and ummmmm!"
He arched his back and peered downward. "And I love the way my prick pushes between those pink pussy lips of yours. They're fluttering and tickling me like you have feathers glued on or something. The sight of my cock disappearing into your tiny cunt makes me feel like a goddamn magician!"
"Feels good," Clover said, sighing. "What else do you feel? Tell me!"
"Your leg is pressed close to mine and your other one is pulling me into that lovely black-furred twat of yours. God, I can barely keep my jizz in! My balls are gonna blow any second."
"Easy, boy, easy!" she cautioned. He couldn't come yet. She was just beginning to feel the real urges in her body stir. The sexual pressures built up but were nowhere near as intense as she wanted-demanded!
Tightening her slender leg around his waist and using her hidden finger, Clover pulled her husband in to her. His cock spread her tight cunt walls. She kept him buried balls deep inside her pussy. The way his prick bucked around, she knew he was telling the truth about having troubles controlling his climax.
In a few more seconds, his cock would erupt.
Working her own hips up and down, she began to generate an intense friction in her cunt. Short, quick strokes fanned the flames of her lust. His cock quickly burned away the flow of her fuck juices and stimulated her delicate cuntlips to the fullest.
He was getting into her pussy as best as the confined quarters would let him.
The slender girl relaxed as much as possible and let all the sensations crash into her body at once. The water ... nipples getting ready to pop ... cunt filled with prick ... leg around his waist ... finger deep up his quaking ass ... the flow of his muscular body ... his bucking cock all the way up her pussy ... the clit about ready to explode ...
"Yes, oh God, yes. Now fuck me as hard as you can, oh, ohhhhh!"
Her finger drove in and out of his ass, stroking along the hidden prostate gland. Her leg pulled him back and forth, adding to his already powerful thrusts. They were both lost to passion.
With the water pouring over the black-haired woman, she knew every nerve in and on her body was totally receptive to the fucking. No tiny parcel of pleasure was going to be missed. Not this time. Not by her.
His strokes lengthened, deepened, became more powerful. Each time he rammed hard into her, they grunted in unison. She knew he was going to rip her apart. His cock seared all along her tender twat. The huge prick was stretching her inner membrane to the limit.
Their crotches ground together as he stayed buried balls-deep in her pussy. The motion rubbed against her clit.
She duplicated it with her lips.
"I ... I'm comiiiiing! Oh, sweet Jesus, oh, Chriiiiist, yes!"
Clover remembered the feel of Michael's prick surging in and out of her cunt. The water all around her, tickling as it washed over their passionately fucking orgasm, the stimulation it gave, all this she remembered. She made certain he was fucking his hardest. and as she began finger-fucking his asshole, he came.
His cock blasted out a steady stream of come. She filled with gooey jism as both of them rocked through orgasm.
She let her finger drop from his asshole and relaxed. It was difficult getting her leg planted firmly on the floor of the shower. The booth was small-the designer had never intended it to be used for such impassioned fucking.
"I feel as if my guts were going to follow my jizz into your sucking pussy. That finger stroking up my ass really got me off in a big way," Michael told his wife.
"Glad you liked it. And I feel better, too. Shows we can fuck somewhere besides the bedroom, in the missionary position-and without Eddie and Rebecca to help us along."
Clover wasn't sure why she said that. But the words were out and the look on Michael's face told her just about all she needed to know. He was probably thinking of Becky while he fucked her in the shower-just as she'd been thinking of Eddie.
Clover loved her husband, but he just couldn't provide the excitement for her sexually that Eddie did. She couldn't explain it, but that was the way it was. She'd definitely have to do something about it-and her vow not to fool around wasn't going to last for very long.
CHAPTER TEN
Clover couldn't get back to sleep. No matter how much she tried, it just didn't work for her. The thoughts of what had happened that day kept turning over in her head, worrying her, making her feel more and more uncomfortable.
She loved her husband, but Michael wasn't anything like Eddie. Her next-door neighbor had a flair, a zest about fucking that Michael lacked. Clover couldn't help herself. She had to have more of what Eddie had to offer-and to hell with the promise she'd made earlier.
Besides, it was a dumb promise. She had already cheated once on her husband and lightning hadn't struck her down. If anything, it had opened up her life. She deserved more than she was getting!
Clover had to admit the fucking Michael'd given her in the shower had been first rate. She could hardly ask for more.
Hardly.
Slipping out of bed without waking Michael, she started to pull on her dressing gown, then stopped. Why bother? she was clad only in a filmy red nightie that hid nothing. And she could go to Eddie and present herself like this. He couldn't turn her down. No red-blooded man could ever think of saying no if she showed up on his doorstep dressed like this.
The black-haired girl went out the back and saw that the yard was brilliantly lit by moonlight. Anyone passing by out in the street could see her. But it was almost four in the morning. Not many people were about and what if they should see her? She was mostly in shadow, though her tits did flop about like silvery mounds and the dark, furred patch between her legs did glisten with the dew of her lust.
Clover rubbed her cuntlips and moaned softly. She needed a fucking, a fucking such as only Eddie could give her. She started across the yard, her bare feet crushing the moist, damp grass.
And halfway to Eddie's house, she heard the creaking of a door. Clover froze, not sure if she should continue or turn back. If Michael found her outside like this, it'd be apparent to him what she was about to do.
But the creaky hinge was in front of her. She peered into the deep shadows around Eddie's back door and saw the dim outline of a yellowish ghost drifting out.
"Rebecca!" she cried out. "What are you doing out here?"
"Clover!" answered the other woman, equally as shocked. "I ... I mean I just wanted to, oh, hell!"
Clover had to laugh, too. The lovely blonde woman was sneaking over to her house just as she was sneaking over to find Eddie and get a little extra cock.
"Aren't we just about the horniest bitches around?" the slender young woman said. "I wanted to fuck Eddie again. In spite of what I'd promised Michael."
"You, too, huh?" said the lovely blonde woman, shaking her head and sending out a cascade of golden mane. "I told Eddie I wasn't going to fuck around with your husband anymore, too. Hell of a thing when we can't even keep our word for twenty-four hours."
"Brrr, it's a little chilly out here, isn't it?" said Clover, moving closer to her neighbor. In the woman's nervousness, she bumped into Becky and then they turned, facing each other.
Clover remembered how good it had been having this woman's mouth moving all over her snatch earlier. And the thought of being eaten out again made her boil inside with pent-up desire.
The same thoughts were going through the blonde's head.
"Should we?" she asked. And that was all the farther they got.
Clover kissed her boldly on the lips, her tits mashing against equally firm boobs. She felt her legs opening and then closing around the other woman's thigh. Rubbing up and down so that her cunt got a good workout made Clover even hornier than before.
"We shouldn't, not really," muttered Rebecca, but her heart wasn't in the protest. "We promised our husbands ..."
"We promised them not to fuck our next-door neighbor's husband. Nothing was said about a little woman-to-woman action."
"But no! This isn't right!"
"Damn straight, it isn't right!" came a gruff voice. Both women jumped and turned to see Eddie. "Lez stuff is unnatural-unless you have a man in the middle of it!"
Eddie joined them, his hands stroking and caressing and making Clover feel weak in the knees. Before she knew what was going on she'd collapsed to the wet grass. But the hot breath gusting through her tangled pussy mound was worth the slight discomfort. In fact, she was so turned on by the nearness of Eddie's mouth to her cunt that she almost came.
Her pussy seethed inside with desire now. She didn't need a man's cock up her, she decided. A man's tongue fucking deep into her cunt would be even better.
"Let's make this into a daisy chain," sighed out Rebecca. "That way we'll all get our rocks off."
"Anything, anything at all. Just do it!" moaned out Clover. Her desires were running away with her good sense now. She knew better than to let a man eat out her pussy in the middle of their backyard. And with her husband just a few feet away-he might wake up and find them.
And she'd promised him this wouldn't happen again.
Fuck her promise!
Eddie dragged closer over and rested her head on the inside of one of Rebecca's thighs so that her mouth was just inches away from the blonde ringlets of her bush.
"Now suck on her clit. Drive your tongue into her cunt. Eat her out!"
The slender young woman didn't have to be told twice. She avidly lapped and licked and drove her tongue relentlessly all over the other woman's sopping cunt. She loved the taste of the fuck juices. Laving them away with her tongue gave her a tiny shiver that raced up and down her spine and made her own pussy sluggishly churn.
"Now, you Becky, suck my prick. And I'll tend to our black-haired girl's cunt."
Rebecca lovingly stroked the cock and then sucked it in, using her tongue to roll around the rim. This pleased Eddie. He moaned lightly and shoved his crotch closer to her face. She felt enthused about this, spurred on by the knowledge that what they were doing was wrong. This was perverted, having another woman suck on her pussy while she gave head to her own husband. But Rebecca wasn't going to stop. If anything, she sucked harder.
She began giving head as if she'd been doing it professionally. Her tongue spiraled out and down the entire length of his limp cock, licking and touching all the right spots. The blonde was rewarded by his cock snapping to attention. It didn't happen as if he hadn't knocked off a piece of ass in a month. Rather, it rose slowly. She had to tease him hard, her eager tongue toying with the loose folds of flesh all along his cock.
"Ummm, that's good, Becky," he said. "Keep doing it!"
He grunted loudly when she managed to work her lips around and take both his prick and balls into her mouth. She lightly gnawed on his rubbery shaft and felt the cock buck with more life than she could remember ever feeling in it.
And then Becky shivered again, both with the sensation of Clover's cock-hard tongue fucking deeply into her pussy and the knowledge that she was taking part in a miniature orgy. She sucked even harder and found that Eddie's prick would no longer fit in her mouth. He'd gotten too long and too hard for her.
Eddie had to hold back his own convulsive shivers. He didn't want Rebecca getting him off too soon. She was doing a fabulous job of giving him head. But he couldn't selfishly ignore Clover, either. The yawning, darkly-rimmed cunt was too appealing to ever pass up.
He forced his head between her legs. Clover seemed intent on keeping him out. That was fine with him-he enjoyed forcing his attention on her almost as much as she enjoyed his dominant attitude. When he managed to work his face close to her fragrant pussy, he found her cunt hole already dribbling out a thick flow of tasty cunt juices. He stabbed out with his tongue and speared deep into her pussy.
Clover shuddered and actually got off on the sudden intrusion. Her orgasm wasn't the earthshaking type he'd given her earlier, but it still showed that her body wasn't anywhere near being worn out sexually. Eddie wondered if it would ever be possible to wear out the slender young woman and make her beg for sleep. He doubted it. She was too alive, too vital, too feminine for that.
He dragged his tongue along her cuntlips, tasting the salty, slightly acrid tang of her juices. The thick sauce covered his tongue and gave him an incredible taste treat. He found he was like an alcoholic-he wanted more, lots more!
And he could take it as he wished. He allowed his tongue to rove up and down the entire length of her twat. The way her pussy was churning out its frothy juices, the black-haired girl possessed an endless supply of good-tasting fun.
The man dragged his tongue along roughly until he found the front vee of her cunt lips. Poking up was the tiny spire of her clit. He couldn't pass it by. He had to give it a good tongue lashing. Swirling around the base, then spiraling in gave Clover a jolt of sexual electricity that volted throughout her body. The way she tensed told Eddie a lot, but the sudden gush of frothy liquid from her pussy told him she'd come.
Her slender thighs clamped hard on his ears. Suddenly, he was blind and deaf. But he knew what was going on. Clover was having one hell of a powerful come. He rode out the sexual stormwinds wracking the black-haired girl's body and then, as her sweaty thighs relaxed on the sides of his head, he went back to work on her little clit.
He rolled it around like a tiny marble, then sucked it into his mouth again. Using his lips to stroke and caress the spire of sensitive flesh, he began flicking his tongue over only the tip. He heard Clover gasp. Then she tensed with still another come. He was able to get her off at will.
That feeling of power rolled through him and made him feel better than he had in years of sex with Becky. This was living! He had his own wife sucking his cock and he was eating out the tasty pussy of his next-door neighbor, who was working avidly on Becky's cunt. No matter what one of them did, it was transmitted directly to the others.
The orgasm he gave Clover caused her to suck in her breath and that relayed itself immediately to Rebecca. The slender young woman's tongue stopped working working so hard for a moment on the tender, well-fucked cunt and her breath came in harsh, hot gusts that stimulated as much in their way as the rough, pink, probing tongue did.
And Becky would immediately suck harder on his prick. This encouraged him to work harder on Clover's pussy. This was a positive feedback loop of the best kind. Everything they all did affected the others and spurred them on to even more intense oral pleasure.
Clover wondered how far she should go with Becky. Guilt was forgotten, but she'd never eaten out another woman before. This was a brand-new experience for her and she didn't want to do anything wrong.
But she was a woman and ought to know what another woman would like. Acting on that premise, she really went to work on Becky. The tongue shot out and into the tight little cunt hole. Pressing hard against the cunt walls, she tried to enlarge the collapsed tunnel of pussy. This gave the blonde woman intense stabs of delight that arrowed up into her belly. It was almost as good as when Michael fucked her. And she wanted more!
This was obvious to Clover by the way the other woman crammed her twat down into her mouth. She closed her lips over the entire length of Rebecca's gash, then sucked for all she was worth. The thick fuck juices came sailing out of the other woman's blonde-rimmed cunt. A quick swipe of an eager tongue eliminated them and made way for more.
When Clover started stroking along the blue-tinged, turgid flaps of her aroused cuntlips, Rebecca came. Clover didn't want to stop using her mouth while the other girl soared through her come. She wanted to show her how to prolong the experience, how to get the most intense feelings possible from it.
"Ummmmmm, it feels so different when you lick my cunt," moaned Becky. "You know just all the right places to, ummm, suck and lick and kiss. Oh, ohhhhhhh!"
Clover would have laughed except she had better things to do with her mouth. Her tongue shot out and stabbed deep into the convulsing cunt. The flood of juices pouring forth from between those tightly clenched cuntlips told her of the thrill the blonde was experiencing. She began a slow, languorous tongue-fucking intended to drive Rebecca wild with lust.
She succeeded beyond her wildest dreams. Becky went berserk. Her body gave one convulsive shudder, then she exploded, thrashing around so much that Clover was hard pressed to keep her mouth fixed firmly on her blonde pussy. But she succeeded. She had to. It was the best way of showing the other girl exactly how great sex could be when they all joined it.
The slender young woman shuddered herself, trying to relax and still enjoy the way Eddie's tongue fucked her cunt. She tensed her pussy muscles, then relaxed them totally. It made little difference as long as his tongue was inside her flowing pussy.
Now if he'd only use his cock!
"Fuck me, Eddie, please drive that iron hard cock of yours into my pussy. I need it so baaaad!" Clover begged. But she saw she was out of luck. Becky had grabbed the jerking prick and was nursing greedily on it.
Cheated. And just when she was about ready to come again. Clover was positive this would have been the biggest orgasm of her life.
"Ready for cock?" came a quiet voice. "I've got one hard and ready for some hot pussy."
Clover turned and saw Michael standing in the middle of the lawn, his hand wrapped around the biggest hard-on she could ever remember him sporting. He'd been watching.
And he hadn't disapproved!
"Sure, lover, come and fuck!" She got up on hands and knees and wiggled her ass in his direction.
As Clover was moving, she felt hot breath over her dangling tits. Eddie had slid under her and was starting to suck hard on her nipples. And Becky had moved so that her pussy was still right in front of her mouth. Clover could eat pussy and have her tits milked-and the prick coming in between her meaty asscheeks told her that her asshole was going to get reamed out again.
She shivered, orgasm seizing her.
This was living. And it hadn't happened until she'd discovered her next-door neighbors. Her loving next-door neighbors!
