Tina breathed a silent sigh of relief when the night waitress walked in ten minutes before Tina's shift was to end. Angie was new on the job, and Tina didn't know her well enough to determine she could rely on her.
"Hi, Tina," she beamed. Twenty and nearly fresh out of high school, this was her first real job. Of average height, with full hips and a large bust, she was sure to be a hit with the customers. "Listen," the girl continued, "I'll start right now, give you some extra time. I was late ten minutes last week, so I figure I owe you."
"Thanks, Angie," Tina said, genuinely grateful for the extra time. "I want to freshen up a lot, anyway."
"Ooh, hot date?" Angie rolled her eyes.
"Yes...no. Picking up my husband after his night class, actually. At least I can dream, though."
Angie laughed. "Wait a minute. That was him, Bob, a couple of nights ago, right?" Tina nodded. "Well, you got nothing to complain about."
"Thanks, Angie." Tina flashed the girl a smile and quickly headed to the ladies' rest room. She
couldn't do anything as obvious as bringing a dress to the diner with her, so she had no choice but to meet Joe in her waitress's uniform.
He had assured her it wouldn't matter. You won't be wearing anything, honey, he drawled, that Deep South accent of his thrilling Tina to her core. The uniform was a dress with a short skirt, designed for women an inch or so shorter than Tina. On her, it stopped above mid-thigh, and she could flash by simply bending low enough.
Her fingers scaled down the buttons, and she trembled with excitement as she thought about the two hours that lay ahead of her. She hadn't lied when she said she was going to pick up her husband, she simply didn't say that his class ended at nine. Pulling her arms out of the sleeves of the uniform, she let the top drop down over her waist. Her bra was plain white latex that too efficiently covered her large, almost perfectly round breasts.
Just the right kind of proper undergarment for a married woman to wear, shoulder straps and all. Reaching behind her back, she undid the back strap and peeled off the garment. Her breasts jiggled into view, and her flat, brown nipples tingled as she envisioned the feel of Joe's hands on her bare skin.
Bending over the sink, she began to wash herself. The bathroom door opened, and Tina turned to see Angie striding in.
"Hi, Barney's covering for me," she said, referring to the night cook. "I just have to go before it gets busy."
It seemed to Tina that the girl's eyes lingered a bit too long on her tits. Deciding it was just her horny imagination, she turned back to the sink. Angie got into a bathroom stall directly behind the sink, and she didn't bother to close the door. Tina looked up and saw the girl's reflection in the mirror as she hiked up her dress and pulled down her panties.
Quickly, she dropped her gaze, telling herself she hadn't seen what she thought. No pubic hair? Angie was a radiant, natural blonde... may be it was just so light that.. .but why was she concerning herself with another woman's private parts?
Over-horny, she told herself again. She dried herself quickly and put her bra back on. Angie bid her a good night and went back to the diner. Tina gathered up her things, feeling a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. She was getting some hard sex, and moreover, with another man. The danger aspect added to the thrill for her.
She'd slept with several men before she met Bob, but after they were married her sex drive increased dramatically. He was able to keep up with her, but after he started school his own sex drive diminished.
So, Tina was left feeling horny and aggravated more often than not. To preserve her sanity, she started responding in a playful sort of way to the customers' overtures. She didn't take any of them seriously until she'd met Joe....
It was hard for her to recall exactly how they started their affair. Not that it mattered at the moment, though. Taking off her cap, she loos-
ened her long, red hair and let it fall around her shoulders. She drove off, heading in the same direction she always did after work. Not that anyone would care, in particular. It was just a good idea to be careful.
Besides, it enhanced the fact that she was sneaking around, and she felt her pussy lips grow a bit more moist as she came upon a fairly dark stretch of road. She turned sharply, speeding up a bit when she saw a familiar masculine form wave to her from the roadside. His features came into view, and she could feel her cunt muscles move.
She could feel the heat of Joe's body as he slid in next to her. They kissed briefly, his tongue tip nudging hers, then they separated and Tina started the car. Joe draped his arm over the back of the seat, and he let his knee rest against hers.
"You're sure Joy will be out late?" Tina asked. "I mean, 1 always know when Bob's classes end."
"Those meetings go on damn late," he said, lightly gripping her shoulder. "Frankly, I have no idea what they do besides play cards. Who knows? Maybe they're watching dirty movies."
"Like we'll be, right?" Tina laughed. "Honey, somehow, I just don't think so. So, how are things...you know."
Joe frowned. "'Okay' is the word. We both get off and feel satisfied enough, but it's like we're following some fucking health routine or carrying out instructions from a manual."
Tina nodded. Sex with Bob had been a lot like that lately. No more of his carrying her nude body through the house, no spontaneous encounters.
School pressures were to blame, but that didn't help her sex drive. A short time later, the greasy glow of a yellow neon sign came into view. Love Stop, the sign said, and Tina pulled into the driveway and quickly made for the back of the motel.
"Don't want to lose these," she said after she'd stopped the car. Joe glanced down to see her hiking her skirt up to her waist. He unconsciously rested a hand on his crotch as her plain white panties came into view. Raising her ass, Tina hauled them down, moonlight revealing the patch of red hair over her pussy mound. She sat back down, kicking her legs over Joe's lap and yanking the panties off her feet.
She spun around as he made a grab for her pussy. "Wait till we get inside. I just want to make damn sure I come home with these. I'm supposed to be visiting Sally. How am I supposed to explain losing my underpants?"
"Maybe you had an accident?" Joe quipped.
She jammed a hand against his shoulder and shoved. "You know, you always have to be disgusting."
"Well, I always have to be something else, too." He glanced at his crotch to show her what he meant. There was a significant bulge in his tight jeans. "Besides, I'd better get our keys."
He got out of the car, and about five minutes later, he returned with a key to a far cabin. Tina stuffed her underpants in her purse and got behind him as he stepped up to the cabin door. He unlocked it, and she threw her arms around
him and jammed her tits against his back. The door swung open, and she cupped both hands over his crotch.
Joe stepped forward, Tina behind him and holding on tight. Slamming the door shut and locking it, he spun around and seized her ass as he pressed his mouth to hers. Tina parted her teeth, reveling in the feel of his tongue in her mouth. She sucked hard on his tongue and shoved her hands between their locked-together bodies, groping for his belt. He hiked up her dress, clapping his hot hands over the bare skin of her exposed buttocks, then he drew his tongue out of her mouth.
"Let's get this God damn thing off," he muttered, quickly unbuttoning her dress.
"I can't wait to get my hands on your prick," she replied, a growl infecting the smooth, sensuous tone of her voice. She got his belt unbuckled and almost tore his pants in her frantic effort to get them open. The jeans slid down to his knees, and she let go to raise her arms so Joe could pull her dress off over her head.
Clad only in her bra, she seized the waistband of his briefs and yanked hard. His stiff prick popped up, and as he reached for the back strap of her bra, she dropped to her knees and gripped his hard-on with both hands.
"You know, I love the way your cock tastes," she said, grinning up at him. Then she opened her mouth wide and took his cockhead between her lips. Joe moaned softly and bent his knees. His hands felt hot on her bare shoulders as she
caressed the underside of his cockhead with the tip of her tongue. A bit of precum drooled out, and she sucked it to the back of her throat.
Joe thrust his hips forward, sliding his cock-shaft into the red-headed waitress's mouth. She bobbed her head back and forth, at the same time rolling her tongue from side to side. Then she abruptly pulled her head back and let his prick drop out of her mouth.
"I just had to taste it," she said, licking her lips as she got to her feet. "You know where I really want it."
"Right now, I want those tits," Joe muttered, stepping behind her and unhooking the clasp of her bra strap. Careful not to damage the undergarment, he dragged the straps off her shoulders. Tina gave her upper body a shake and the bra dropped to the motel cabin floor.
Holding her firmly by her bare hips, Joe lifted her until her nipples were level with his mouth. He ran his tongue around the pink-brown of her areolae, feeling her nipples stiffen, then he clasped his mouth over her right breast and sucked her flat brown nipple into his mouth.
Tina threw her arms around his neck, pushing her tit against his face. He removed his mouth and turned to her other breast, taking her stiff nipple between his lips. Holding her like that, he staggered to the small double bed and put her down on the mattress. Tina immediately dropped to all fours, wiggling her butt cheeks at him and spreading her thighs. Keeping an eye on the bit of pussy he could see under her butt, Joe fished a
condom out of his pants pocket and tore open the foil packet.
"You have to let me try to do that, sometime," Tina remarked, turning to look at him and shivering in anticipation of the prick she could see behind her.
"Yes, not tonight." Joe's voice was husky with lust. He slipped the condom over his hard-on and got up on the bed, positioning himself on his knees behind her. Tina automatically thrust back, and his condom-clad hard-on skidded between her butt cheeks. She clutched his stiff dick with her ass crack, making him grunt hoarsely. Joe pulled back and she released her grip. He stuck a hand between her thighs, cupping her private flesh in his palm.
A bit of arousal fluid oozed out, and he bent a finger up and pushed it between her lips. "Give me your fucking prick," Tina shouted suddenly, making Joe glance at the small window to make sure it was tightly shut.
Pulling his hand back, he got a firm grip on the base of his cockshaft and guided the head between her thighs. The latex-clad tip brushed against her labia, and Tina shifted slightly. His cockhead popped right between her cunt lips and he paused to tantalize her.
Again, she cried out for his prick. He leaned over her, taking hold of her tits as he nudged his prick forward. Feeling a bit of cockshaft enter her pussy, Tina thrust back forcefully and took almost the entire length of Joe's dick in her cunt. He gave one more thrust forward, then his tight-
ened scrotum touched her butt cheeks.
"Yeah, I feel your balls on my ass," Tina cried out. She didn't often get very loud when having sex, but Joe sent feelings through her that she couldn't, and didn't want to, control. "Stop fucking around and start fucking!"
She couldn't recall the last time she talked dirty while fucking Bob. Joe started to hump rhythmically, and she forgot about everything except her rampaging lust. As he stroked, Bob rubbed his hands in a slow circle over her nipples, making Tina tremble and moan low in her throat.
"Oh, you have such a good, hot pussy," Joe muttered, bringing his fingers together to tweak her nipples.
"And you have a big, fat, hard prick," she called back, pressing her ass cheeks against his thighs.
"We shouldn't have waited a week," Joe said haltingly. "You're really draining-"
"Just fuck," she interrupted. She'd been waiting to hear him say something like that, and she squeezed her pussy muscles together around his pumping prick. Instantly, as she knew he would, Joe swooped his hand down to her pussy and spread two fingers. He brought them together around the wrinkled flesh enclosing Tina's clitoris in its protective sheath, stroking gently to match the rhythm of his pumping prick.
Her pussy tightened hard around his cock, and she threw her head back as the first tremors of orgasm overtook her. "You're making me cum,
I'm doing it, that cock of yours...go ahead, shoot your God damn load!"
Joe pulled back, then lunged all the way in with a single stroke. His cock started its ejacula-tory jerking in her, then his cum shot into the rubber as he continued to hump. Her cunt juice flowed liberally over his hand, and he drew out of her as he felt the last spurt of his load hit the rubber.
"Oh, so fucking intense," Tina moaned, flopping down on her belly. Joe rolled over on his back, groaning softly as he pulled himself up to a sitting position. Tina rolled over and grabbed his wrist as he was about to take off the condom.
"Let me do that, okay?" she grinned, pushing his hand aside.
"Just don't snap it," Joe laughed, rocking back on his forearms.
Gingerly, Tina took hold of the rubber rim at the base of his cockshaft and slowly rolled the wrinkled latex off his softening cock. She moved very slowly until she reached the head, then she abruptly yanked it off.
"Hey, easy," Joe yelled, jerking back.
"Ooh, I'm sorry," Tina purred, grinning from ear to ear. "Here, let me kiss the boo-boo."
Kicking her legs behind her, she rubbed her nipples against the sheet as she hooked her chin over Joe's thigh. Pursing her lips, she kissed his softened cock and lightly dabbed her tongue tip at the head.
"There. Is that better?" Joe murmured that it was. Tina glanced at a cracked clock on the wall.
"You know, I have time for another-if you do."
"I do too," Joe chuckled. "Let's just see what we can do about this." Pressing a hand between her shoulder blades, he stretched himself out on top of her and nestled his prick in her ass crack.
"Want to do me there?" Tina purred. "You can't say it's dirty if you're wearing a rubber."
Joe rolled off her and rested a hand on her butt cheeks. "You know, I thought you'd never ask. You never told me you like back door stuff."
"I guess I forgot," Tina said. "Anyway, let me get this dick stiff."
Joe was lying on his side. Tina flipped over and pushed him on his back, then she rolled between his legs and pressed her lips against his balls. She gently closed her lips over his scrotum and started to suck.
"Wait," Joe said. "Turn around so I can get a taste of you."
Tina rolled out from between his legs. She got on all fours over him, her knees on either side of his head, and ducked her head into his crotch. Joe seized her bare hips and pulled her pussy down to his face, thrusting his tongue between her cunt lips as she sucked his prick into her mouth.
His cock was already starting to twitch in the first signs of renewed erection as she rolled it around on her tongue. He pushed as much of his tongue as he could into the tight, wet warmth of her vagina, sliding his hands over her butt cheeks and parting them.
One hand went down her ass crack and the other slid between her thighs. He dragged his
tongue out and pressed the tip to the top of her slit, feeling the skin over her clit slide away. Her stiff love button dug into his tongue, and she started to shake and moan above him.
Joe pressed a fingertip to the tight ring of her anus and slid two fingers of his other hand into her pussy. She began to climax immediately, her head bobbing back and forth as his prick steadily grew in her mouth. An especially powerful surge of lust tore through her, and she opened her mouth wide to scream out her passion. His cock flopped out, and she jammed her pussy against his face as her orgasm rocked her.
Feeling the waves of pleasure subside, she tucked his prick back in her mouth and started sucking hard. One touch of her tongue tip on the sensitive underside of his cockhead was all it took to get him thoroughly hard again. At Joe's urging, she freed his cock from her mouth and he jumped off the bed to get another condom.
"This time, let me put it on," Tina said, her eyes following the up-and-down bobbing of his stiff dick.
"Okay." Joe stretched out flat on the bed as Tina extracted the rolled rubber disk from its packet. Taking a firm grip on his cockshaft, she placed the disk rim-side up on the tip of his cockhead and very carefully rolled it down.
Joe let out a grunt and shifted around under her. She released the grip of her other hand and cupped his balls as she dragged the rubber down to the thick ring of hair surrounding his prick.
"See, I did it," she laughed, rolling over on her
back and getting on all fours. Joe got behind her, shoving a hand between her thighs and giving her pussy lips a hard squeeze. He p-jlled his hand back and took hold of his condom-wrapped prick, guiding it down her ass crack.
"Hold my cunt," Tina rasped at him. She lowered her shoulders to the mattress, her butt now all but perpendicular to the bed. Joe grunted agreement and wrapped his other arm around her waist, placing his hand over the patch of red hair on Tina's pubic mound. Her butthole strained against his prick, and he pushed hard to feel the tight ring of anal muscle reluctantly give way.
"Oh, that's it, it hurts, ouch, it's so fucking good," Tina cried out. "Finger my fucking pussy."
"Yeah, I got my dick in your ass," Joe replied, punctuating each word with a grunt. Turning his wrist, he laid his forefinger between her labia and rubbed back and forth before dipping in his fingertip.
"Come on, for fuck's sake, give me more finger!" Tina bellowed, mightily thrusting her ass back at him.
Much faster than he'd wanted it too, his dick plunged into her bunghole. Tina let out a shrill cry as momentary pain seized her, then her voice lowered and her cry became a deep moan of pleasure.
"1 love the way it fills me. You always fill me like this," she gasped.
Too seized with lust to reply, Joe curled two fingers around her snatch and pushed them
between her cunt lips. Her pussy flesh immediately clamped down, as if her cunt was holding his ringers in place of its own accord. Joe pushed forward gently with his hips, the tight walls of her ass squeezing his cock so tightly he couldn't feel the rubber, and got his cock in her to the root.
His scrotum slipped just inside her ass crack, the wrinkled flesh grazing the walls of her crack while his cock hair grazed the smooth skin of her butt. He drew his cock out slowly and pushed his fingers in deep, then pushed his cock in and drew his fingers out.
A frantic shaking and a series of all but incomprehensible curses from Tina told him he'd hit her G spot. He quickly moved his fingers aside, not wanting to make her cum just yet-he knew there would be no way he could hold back. Tina protested loudly, and he slipped just the tips of his fingers back between her labia.
"Take it easy," he rasped in reply. "We're not in that much of a hurry."
"All right, but get your fucking fingers back in," she hissed, thrusting her butt back and again driving his cock deeply in.
Joe slid a hand up to her breast and squeezed a nipple. Tina murmured, then said, "Switch hands, okay? Put the one on my tit in my cunt."
"Anything," Joe groaned, carefully drawing his prick out. Her ass was clutching him more and more tightly, and he could feel his cum struggle to rise up his cockshaft. Taking his fingers from her cunt, he placed them over a round breast, tracing a small trail of cunt juice around her areolae.
He got his other hand back on the breast he'd been holding. Tina said, "Give me that hand... the right one." She gestured with her chin to the hand on her breast. "I want to taste myself."
Puzzled enough to feel his load recede, Joe lifted his fingers to her mouth. She sucked greedily, and the sound she made, along with the look on her face, made his cum ride right back up his cockshaft again.
"Yes, this is good," Tina said, sounding like she was talking to herself. "Let's make this last.. .you're not going to-"
"Not yet," Joe grunted, easing his cock back and plunging his fingers into her pussy. "You know, this is what, our fifth time?"
"Yeah, five," Tina replied. "What's up?"
"Just...uhn! Thinking," Joe answered. "It's always so easy. I mean...."
"You mean, we're not stupid enough to get caught," Tina answered sharply. "If you waste enough time, talking instead of fucking, we'll, we'll fuck up."
"Yeah." Joe plunged his cock all the way back in, taking as deep a breath as he could. Deciding he couldn't hold back much longer no matter what, he angled his fingers over to where her G spot was and quickly found the pad of special flesh.
"Oh, you're getting me off, you're making me fucking cum!" Tina shouted immediately.
Her ass tightened ferociously around his dick and her cunt churned around his fingers as pussy juice ran down to his wrist. A wild rush of plea-
sure overtook him, and he let go of her tit to grip the sheets as he shot spurt after spurt of cum into the condom.
"Enough, too much, it's all right!" Tina uttered, dragging herself away from him. Her pussy flesh was still churning as he withdrew his fingers, and her asshole loosened its grip just enough to allow him to drag his prick out.
Tina slumped down, Joe on top of her. He rolled over and darted to the small, rather shabby but clean-enough bathroom, where he pulled off the condom. As he turned the faucets in the shower stall, Tina padded into the bathroom after him.
"Ladies first," she laughed, planting a hand on his lightly haired chest and pushing him aside.
'Tina, for fuck's sake," Joe said, grinning as he watched her start to clean herself. She turned and stuck her tongue out at him, then flattened herself against a yellowing white wall. "See if you can fit," she giggled.
"Well, talk about time," Joe muttered, "we just might blow it."
As it turned out, there was barely enough room between them for the water to run down to their feet. Laughing, Joe feinted a grab for her breast, then seized her hip when she ducked away. He pushed, and she couldn't stop herself from staggering out of the shower stall.
"Turnabout," he laughed, soaping himself down. "What's that old saying...fair play?"
"Fuck play," Tina replied gleefully. She thrust a hand into the stall and made a swift grab for his
prick.
He ducked, turning his back to her. Tina leaned over and lightly smacked his butt, then she darted out of his way and grabbed a towel.
"Remind me to owe you one for that," Joe chuckled, shutting off the water.
Tina charged across the room, scooping up her clothes while Joe dried himself off. She was stepping into her panties as he got his clothes, and they avoided looking at each other until they were fully dressed.
Relaxed and satisfied, she got into her car. Joe got in beside her, and she drove him to where he parked his car. Joy, his wife, knew he liked to drive around at night, so it wouldn't look suspicious if he walked in after she'd gotten home.
He knew she'd be out for hours, though. Gazing straight ahead at the deserted road, Tina said, "You know, you were right, back there."
"Huh? About what?"
"How easy it always is. I mean, you hear about really smart people getting caught anyway. We've never even come close."
"Well, Larry, at work-I think I told you about him-he likes to read these psychology magazines. Said he saw something about how people who get caught, smart people, actually want to and don't know."
"Sure as hell glad I'm not smart," Tina chuckled. "I don't want to get caught, and damn, I do know it."
"So much for those God damn magazines," Joe said. "I'm with you on that!"
There was no one around, not even another car, when she dropped him off. At this time of night, the town looked a bit eerie to her, like something was going on behind those darkened windows. As always, she shrugged the thought off and savored the memories of the night just past.
CHAPTER TWO
The second time Bob Marr glanced over at Serena Gill, he found himself looking straight into her eyes. She pursed her lips and poked out the tip of her tongue, an unmistakably seductive gesture, and instead of politely turning away, Bob replied in kind.
What the hell am I doing ? he thought. / have a wife at home, and she.... There was a wedding ring on her left hand. He told himself that he would gently but firmly turn her down.
Serena said, "Are you busy after class? I have a couple of hours before...you know." She shrugged and flashed him a naughty grin.
Half-whispering and turning to make sure that they were alone in the classroom, he heard himself reply, "Your husband gets home, right?"
She bit her lower lip and looked down at her feet, the picture of guilt revealed. Bob continued, "My wife's supposed to pick me up, but that's not for about two hours."
"I have keys to a friend's place," Serena said, slowly and deliberately drawing her tongue around her lips.
Before Bob could reply, the other students
filed back into the room. The instructor followed them and the class resumed. It took all of his will power to concentrate on the lesson, and he managed to keep his mind off the fact that a woman he'd secretly desired for weeks was inviting him for some quick sex.
It was hard for him to understand his attraction to the woman. She was so different from Tina, small and slender, with breasts so small, he could barely make out their shape. Still, she radiated sensuality, and he'd seen more than one student try to talk to her.
She remained aloof to all except him, though. It seemed like an eternity had passed before the instructor announced the end of that night's class, and Bob was prepared to decline her offer. Then Serena stepped up to him, looking straight up into his eyes.
That was another thing. To look at him like that, the five-foot-ten-inch Tina merely had to tilt her head a fraction. Serena all but bent her neck backwards, and Bob realized then how much smaller a woman she was.
"So, you coming?"
It was like someone else was talking when Bob heard himself say, "Yeah. Let's go now."
He could hear the lust in her voice as she replied, "Don't walk too close. We're downtown."
The only part of the area that would be busy would be the downtown area, where their school was located. Bob understood immediately. He hung back in the school building lobby until she
was almost out of sight, then he followed. No one passing by could have any idea that they were going to get together.
Serena turned down a corner. Bob hung back for a moment, then quickly followed. Another turn, then Serena stopped in front of an apartment building and stopped.
"We're okay over here," she said as Bob came up to her. "Let's just go inside."
The apartment was on the first floor. No other tenants were arriving or leaving, and they got to Serena's friend's apartment completely unobserved. They were trembling with lust as Serena unlocked the door, and as soon as Bob stepped in, she slammed it shut behind them.
"I didn't know what to do to get you," she growled, then threw her arms around him.
The feel of her, of her lean, hot body, sent Bob's lust into overdrive. Their mouths locked, and he thrust his tongue between her parted teeth as he shoved his hands under her suit jacket to clutch her breasts through her blouse. She moaned into his mouth, running her hands roughly down his back to squeeze his butt through his slacks.
Grateful more than ever for his regular workout routine, Bob pulled his tongue back, kissed her lips hard, then stepped back to pull off his shirt. Although his muscles didn't bulge like those of a professional bodybuilder, they were quite prominent and Serena's lusts boiled over.
"Now I can't stand wearing clothes around you," Serena rasped, her fingers scurrying down
the front of her blouse. She yanked it open, revealing a white cotton bralike garment over her torso. As Bob thought, her breasts were quite small and didn't need support.
She turned halfway around as she eased the shoulder straps down, then shook her hips as she slowly and sensuously lifted the undergarment over her head. Tossing it aside, she turned sharply around and threw her shoulders back. Bob's mouth dropped open and his eyes widened as he stared at the small, brown-nippled wonder of her breasts.
They were nearly flat, two round, white circles sloping gradually to a lean peak. Her long nipples extended, and Bob's hands shook as he undid his belt. "Your tits are so fucking incredible," he said, his voice deepening. It occurred to him that it had been months since he'd spoken to Tina that way, then a bare-breasted Serena, her skirt heating up her irresistibly erotic appearance, charged over and knocked his hands away from his crotch.
"I gotta see your prick," she rumbled, a feline growl stealing into the normally soft tone of her voice. With a snap of her wrists, she yanked his pants down and clutched at the bulge his cock and balls made in his briefs.
His cock twitched, and she could tell that he was already half-hard. Trembling with lust, Bob seized her hips and ducked his head down, closing his mouth over a small, stiff-nippled breast. Her nipple felt hard against her tongue, and he could feel her shudder as he closed his lips over
the long, brown tit. A rustle of cloth made him look down to see her skirt slide down her slender legs, and he released her tit from his mouth to gaze at the wiry brown hairs sticking out of the lace of her panties.
Serena grabbed his briefs and pulled them down. His fully erect prick sprang up, rising above his tightened ball sac. Dropping to her knees, she wrapped her thin fingers around the base, took a firm grip, then planted a hard kiss on the head.
Bob bent over and clutched her shoulders. She looked up at him and winked, sticking out her tongue and curling the wet, pink tip into a point. She made as if to stick his hard-on in her mouth, then she jabbed her curled-up tongue at the tiny slit in the head. Bob howled, squeezing her shoulders tightly and swinging his ass around.
Serena drew back her tongue and dabbed at the underside of his cockhead. "Bet you didn't know that one," she giggled, forming an "O" with her lips.
"Ah, no," Bob muttered, then gasped loudly as she closed her lips over his dickhead. He thrust forward, burying about half his prick in her mouth, and she started to work her head back and forth.
"Wait...." Bob spoke with difficulty. "We... don't have much time.. .1 want your pussy."
Serena worked her head around, sucking his cock and rubbing the underside with her tongue. She opened wide and jerked her head back. His prick flopped out, the head tapping against her
chin as she got to her feet.
Muttering something incomprehensible, Bob lifted her up. "Where's the bedroom?" he asked. Serena gestured with her head to a doorway, and Bob charged through it to toss her down on the bed.
"Make me naked," Serena gasped, pressing her shoulder blades against the sheet and raising her ass. Bob swooped down beside her, seizing the hem of her panties and dragging them down her legs. She spread her legs and raised them, reaching into her crotch to spread her pussy lips.
"Let me have a taste," Bob growled, flattening himself out on his stomach in front of her. Serena pulled her legs back more, exposing her butthole as well as her pussy. Bob pressed his mouth against her slit, poking his tongue between her pussy lips. Serena humped at him, sending his tongue in deeper.
"Just keep doing that," she moaned. "You'll make me...yes, cum!" She thrashed from side to side, uttering sharp cries of ecstasy as Bob ran his tongue over her G spot. Letting out one last loud cry of ecstasy, she pulled away from him and waved at the night table.*
"She keeps rubbers in that drawer. Don't worry, there's plenty."
"We don't have that much time," Bob said, looking a bit confused. He was so hazed over with lust, he could barely think.
"No, for her, greedy fucker," Tina howled, kicking her legs up again.
Bob crawled across the bed on all fours, and
Tina took the opportunity to slide under him and take his prick back in her mouth. With shaking hands, he opened the drawer and extracted a condom packet.
"Give me," Serena urged, his cock bobbing just between her lips. She extended an arm. Bob handed her the rubber and she tore open the packet.
"Here's another one I'll bet you don't know," she smiled slyly. Holding the rolled latex disk between her fingers, she placed it flat side out between her lips. Bob leaned back on his forearms, watching with amazement as she bent over his stiff cock and clasped her hands behind her back.
Deftly, she lowered her mouth to his dickhead and placed the condom over it. Moving down slowly and steadily, she dressed his erect member in the rubber. The rim settled around the base of his cockshaft, merging with the wiry black hairs around it. Then she slowly drew her head back and flipped over on her back.
"That was incredible," Bob said, staring at her.
"Glad you liked it. Now, get over here and start fucking!"
Serena emphasized her statement by raising her knees and letting her thighs drop apart. Reaching into her crotch, she spread her pussy lips. "See? I'm even holding it open for you."
Bob dragged himself between her legs, gripping the sheets as he aimed his prick at her wide-open pussy. Taking one hand off her cunt, Serena sat up and curled two fingers around his prick,
just below the latex-wrapped head. She yanked it between her lips. Bob thrust forward, pushing the head in, then she laid back down and wrapped her legs around his waist as he settled over her.
"Damn, you're tight," Bob grunted, feeling the hot, wet walls of her pussy hug his cock as he pushed in. Her stiff nipples dug into his chest, and she squeezed his waist between her thighs. Bob shoved his hands under her small, firm butt, spreading her cheeks and getting a hand down her crack. She shrieked as his fingertip found her butthole, humping back at him as she worked her hips around.
Bob drew back, remained still for an instant, then plunged back in. Digging her ankles into his butt cheeks, Serena shouted, "Come on, fuck me. I want it hard!"
He pulled out, plunged back and started humping hard. The condom helped him hold back as the walls of her pussy churned around his dick, and Serena started oozing cunt juice and rocking from side to side.
"You're doing it, I'm cumming," she shouted, kicking her legs up and humping back at him. Bob felt the beginnings of orgasm and strained his lower muscles, pumping faster as her cunt flesh danced madly around his sheathed penis.
"Did you cum yet?" she said, gasping between each word.
Too frenzied to reply, Bob shook his head. He slowed his pumping gradually until his cock was resting inside her pussy. Serena urged him to give her one more, and he started pumping hard again.
Her second climax burst almost immediately. "Tell me when you're going to shoot," she called out as the waves of intense pleasure subsided.
Bob nodded a silent assent and started working his prick around in a circle, making short in-and-out moves. He felt his load start to rush up his dickshaft, and he made no attempt to hold back. As his prick started jerking in the condom, he told her he was going to blow.
"Pull out," Serena urged him. "Pull out now. I want to finish you with my mouth."
Moving so quickly she was almost a blur of motion, she got herself on her stomach in front of Bob and shoved his cock into her mouth. A few quick sucks had his cock jerking and shooting cum into the rubber. Serena stroked his prick hard with her mouth, and Bob moaned deep in his throat as he humped her face.
When the last spurt of cum had shot out of his prick, Serena held it in her mouth until it started to soften. Bob slowly pulled away from her, breathing hard as he stretched out on the bed.
Her thighs wet with cunt juice, Serena lay next to him. Her small breasts rose and fell in rhythm with her hard breathing, and she stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes before hauling herself off the bed.
"Now we really have to move," she said, glancing at the bedside clock.
They cleaned themselves off and dressed quickly. "Take me back to the school," Bob instructed her. "Tina's going to be picking me up there in about fifteen minutes."
"No problem," Serena said. "Besides, it looks better for me if I'm seen driving away from there. Uh, just one thing." There was a dead serious look in her eyes as she turned to him. "We are going to do this again, aren't we?"
Bob wanted to tell her no, but he found himself saying, "Sure. Whenever we both get the chance."
"Well, I can find the time," Serena snorted. "Harry's at that shitty lodge of his a hell of a lot. He's there tonight, as a matter of fact. What is it? Knights of the Orient, something like that."
Bob had heard of that lodge from one of the customers at his garage. More went on than just meetings and silly ceremonies...there was no point in mentioning that to Serena, though.
"Our next class is this coming Tuesday," Bob heard himself say.
"That's a maybe," Serena said thoughtfully. "Thursday's also class, and that's his regular meeting night. Of course, they have plenty of emergency meetings, too."
"Emergencies?" Bob laughed. "Like what, running out of beer?"
"Who the fuck knows?" Serena replied. "Anyway, let's get our asses out of here."
She let him off a block from the school, and he'd been in the lobby five minutes when Tina pulled up. As he got into the car with her, he reminded himself to act like someone who'd been studying, not fucking.
He had no idea that Tina was trying to act the same way.
Glancing up at the illuminated clock, the only light in the room, Marie Joseph asked Joy Salter, "It's getting late. Do you think Joe will be coming home soon?"
"I hope not," Sally Anderson said from the opposite end of the large couch the three women were sitting on. "This is just getting good."
Joy tore her gaze away from the television screen they were watching intently and looked up at the clock. "Nah. I'd give him half an hour, at least."
Like the other two women, her cunt was exposed but invisible in the darkness. Joy's jeans and panties were bunched up around her ankles. Sally's skirt was bunched up around her waist, and Marie had taken off her wraparound skirt and pushed the crotch of her leotard aside.
The screen brightened, revealing something pink between Joy's hand and her crotch, the dildo she was slowly masturbating with. A faint humming came from Sally's end of the couch, her vibrator, and barely audible wet sounds came from where Marie was finger-fucking herself.
On the screen, a tall blonde with huge breasts was licking a brunette's pussy. Both women were naked, and an equally naked man with a huge hard-on was positioning himself behind the blonde. As they watched, the camera zoomed in on his cock sliding into her cunt.
"You know, sometimes I wonder what that's like," Marie mused.
"What, fucking?" Sally quipped. "I had no
idea you were still a virgin."
Joy jumped in before Marie could reply. "And you've been married to Fred for how long, three years?"
"Three and a half, and that's not what I'm talking about, you sex maniac sluts. Jeez, that guy has big balls." She gestured to the screen, where the porno actor's balls were touching the blonde's big butt. "Anyway, I'm talking about what she's doing. I know I like it when Fred does it."
"Yeah, and I've finally taught Mack how to get me off that way," Sally commented. "You mean actually doing it to another woman...having her do you?"
"I don't know," Marie mused. "A lot of women say that it takes another woman to really do it right."
"Yeah, but doing it?" Sally said.
"Maybe it'll feel good," Marie laughed. "Maybe we'll all turn into lesbians."
"Well, you first...oh!" Joy hit her G spot just then and immediately started to climax.
Hearing her set Sally off, then Marie started pumping furiously. Soon, all three women were dragging their buttocks back and forth over the coverlet Joy had laid out.
She couldn't have Joe come home to find the couch smelling like cunt juice. The tape ended, and Joy pulled up her jeans and panties as she got off the couch. The screen went blank, and she turned on the room light.
A card table with two decks of cards stood in one corner. "Anyone care for another round?" Joy
asked. "Besides, it would be good if Joe came in while we were playing-we'd look like we were doing what we're supposed to be doing."
The other two women agreed and seated themselves at the table. Joy dealt a three-handed variation of rummy. Marie asked, "So, what about the new girl? What's her name?"
"Angie Allen," Joy replied. "She works as a waitress...a cousin of mine mentioned that she'd be moving here. School or something."
"School?" Sally asked querulously. "How the hell old is she?"
"Oh, twenty. I mean, the community college or something."
"Uh, you think she'll like our kind of entertainment?"
"Sure, from what the cousin told me," Joy grinned. "Says she started fucking as soon as she turned eighteen, and so far, she hasn't stopped."
"Sounds right," Sally murmured. "Maybe we can get her to tell us some juicy details."
"Ooh, yeah," Marie said, delighted. "But we don't want to tell her too much, not at first. You know what I mean."
Joy and Sally nodded silently. They were all having affairs, and they all knew that they all knew, but it was an unspoken rule that their trysts never be mentioned.
"Talking about that," Sally said, "I sure as hell surprised the shit out of Mack a couple of days ago."
"Just don't sit there, tell us," Joy urged. "Well, we were sitting and watching televi-
sion," Joy smirked, and I asked him to come over to me. He complained, saying that he liked the show and all that shit, and I started to get mad. So, he got up and I told him to stand right in front of me. He was in his boxers, so all I had to do was pull them down."
"Okay, then what?" Marie asked.
"What do you think?" Joy laughed. "I grabbed his prick and stuck it in my mouth!"
They all laughed, then Marie said, "I have a confession to make." Joy and Sally leaned toward her, grinning with lewd delight. Assuming as solemn a tone as she could, Marie went on, "I stuck my finger up Fred's ass while we were fucking!"
"Ooh, you didn't," Joy said, pounding the table. She made a mental note to try that on her outside lover, Bill, the next time they were together.
"Yes, I did, and he screamed like a bastard," Marie chortled. "He yelled that it hurt, so I took my finger out. Then he yelled at me to put it back in, and he came like crazy."
"Good one, good one, I've done that to Mack and he didn't complain-after the first time," Sally declared. "Joy, now it's your turn. You have to tell us something!"
"Well, we really haven't done anything all that special," Joy said. "Unless you included fucking me in the ass while we were in the shower."
"Oh, he stuck his prick back there?" Marie squealed. "Fred's been after me to try it, but I'm afraid it'll hurt."
"You get used to it quick, and it feels good," Joy said. "Anyway, he sort of got behind me and, like missed my pussy. His dick went right down my crack, so I said what the fuck and told him to go ahead. It hurt a little at first, but then it was nice, especially when he fingered my pussy."
"Something else for my shopping list," Sally murmured. "So, this new girl, Angie. When is she coming? By the way, when do we meet again?"
"Friday night would be perfect for me," Joy said. "Joe's going to that lodge. A guy at work, Harry, wants to introduce him. So, I'm in the clear."
"Fred will be on the road all month," Marie said. "I'm in."
"And I'll just tell Mack that I'm keeping you company," Sally said. "Perfect!"
"Do you think she'll have any tapes to bring?" Marie questioned, arranging her cards.
"You know, I never asked," Joy said. "I told her we watch them, and she said she did, too."
"It shouldn't be a problem for her to get them," Sally commented. "It's not like she's a respectable citizen."
There were a couple of outlets for adult videos in the area, but they were too well-known to patronize them. Instead, Joy ordered through several mail order houses, and thinking about that gave her a thought.
"If she doesn't mind, we could give her a shopping list," Joy suggested.
"I'm already starting to think of her as a
wonderful girl," Sally murmured. "There was one I saw in the catalogue, the guy with the big, big dick."
"I know which one you mean," Joy said, "but I can't think of the name. Do you think it's really that big?"
"You think they use trick photography or something?" Marie asked.
"I don't see why it couldn't be," Sally said. "Be damn hard to get in your mouth, anyway."
"Hey," Joy laughed, "who was thinking about that?"
"Everybody?" Marie asked.
They all broke out laughing. The phone rang, and Joy answered. She called out to Marie, "It's Fred."
"Yeah, I told him I'd be here. He calls me almost every night when he's on the road." Turning to the phone, she said, "Hi, honey."
Fred Joseph rubbed his crotch thoughtfully as he heard the familiar sound of his wife's voice. His lusts were stirring, and a vivid image of her petite, nude body flashed through his mind.
"Had a busy day," he said, careful to yawn loudly. He didn't want to let on that he was fully dressed and about to go to the hotel bar. "Picked up some good sales, though. Nice commissions."
"Good, but come home soon," Marie said.
They chatted for a few minutes, then hung up. Fred checked his appearance in the mirror, then headed down the garishly carpeted hotel hallway to the elevator. Five minutes later, he was passing through the double doors of the hotel bar.
The place seemed empty at first, but as he approached the bar, he saw that there were a number of people at the bar, three of them single women. He sauntered past their stools, but none of them turned to look at him. Wondering if he'd have to end the evening by masturbating to the adult television the hotel provided, he seated himself at the bar.
His usual drink was gin and tonic. The bartender took his order, and he turned to look around at the dimly lit place, with its booths, tables and palm fronds in the corner. The stool next to his creaked, and a strong, decidedly sensuous odor of perfume wafted past him.
Immediately, he felt his prick stir in his pants. He turned casually, as if he hadn't noticed, and glanced at the bar mirror to see that a tall blonde was sitting next to him.
Not only that, she was looking at him in the mirror, too. There was an unmistakably sexual glint in her eyes, and he felt his cock start to grow a little.
"You look like you're new in town," she said. "Traveling salesman?" She pursed her lips in a way that could mean only one thing.
Fred laughed. "Salesman is right. Basically, I move equipment."
"That all you do?" she asked slyly, putting special emphasis on "all."
"Well, I also buy people drinks," Fred came back, flashing her a smile.
"Well, that's good to know," she said. "I'm Sheila."
"Fred." He gestured to the bartender. 'Tell the man what you'd like." She ordered a bourbon and soda. Fred asked, "Do you live in town?"
"Yeah." Sheila slid back on her stool, and the hem of her short black dress rode up her thighs. Fred glanced down and caught a glimpse of the white of her panties. "I do the clerk stuff at the bus station." She rested a hand on the bar, and Fred saw a wedding ring.
"What does your husband do?" he asked, feeling a bit apprehensive. He kept his eyes on her face to avoid seeing her groin again.
Her smile faded as she turned to him. "Whatever the fuck he wants. Like, I'm tired of it, you know."
"Things not going good?" Fred asked softly.
"Haven't seen the bastard in three days." Sheila gulped at her drink, then plunked her glass down on the bar. "I'm angry and...."
"And what?" Fred prompted.
"And I'm horny as hell."
CHAPTER THREE
She took another long sip and slumped forward a little, resting her forearms on the edge of the bar. Fred sensed that he should wait for her to speak. Sheila glanced at herself in the mirror, then turned and looked Fred in the eye.
"Do you have a room around here?"
"Crater's Motel," Fred chuckled. "Don't let the name scare you-it's not the pits."
Sheila smiled again and finished her drink. Fred took a long sip from his. "Want another round?" he asked.
"No. Let's go to your room."
As they left, Fred glanced around to see if anyone was watching them. The bartender's back was to them, and no other eyes were on them. Apparently, she'd been careful to pick a place where she wasn't known.
It was a fifteen-minute drive to the motel. As they approached, Fred saw the manager, a plump woman in her late forties, sitting on the porch.
"This might get touchy," he said, half-whispering even though they were well out of earshot.
"No, it won't," Sheila said, squeezing his
thigh. "Just park and let's go."
Fred stepped away from her as they got out of the car, but she turned, grabbed his crotch, then curled her arm tightly around his and yanked him in the direction of the porch. Wondering what was going on, Fred climbed the steps. The manager smiled and waved to Sheila.
"Hi, Aunt Greta," Sheila smiled. "Busy night tonight?"
"Nah, practically empty. A couple of tourists and a salesman."
"Oh, you have to watch out for those," Sheila said. Realizing what was going on, Fred clamped his mouth shut to keep from laughing out loud. Sheila continued, "They might lure some innocent young woman to their room."
"I'll keep an eye out," the older woman chuckled. "Have a good night, now."
"You, too," Sheila smiled. Turning to Fred, she said, "Which way is your room?"
"Your aunt knows you, uh, step out?" Fred unlocked his room door, opened it and ushered her inside.
Sheila kicked off her shoes as she walked in. Fred closed the door behind them, locked it and took off his suit jacket. "Yes," Sheila smiled, "and I know that she does. What could be more normal than spending an evening with your niece?"
"Teamwork," Fred chuckled, curling his arm around her waist and leading her to the bed. She kissed the side of his neck as they sat down. "And what does your uncle do?"
"Right now, Uncle Cal's probably 'auditioning' some girl for his topless bar."
Fred laughed. Sheila turned to him and jammed her lips against his mouth, parting her teeth. Fred shot his tongue in. Under the fabric of dress and bra, her breast quivered as he placed his hand over it. They rubbed tongues together as he fondled her tit, then she pulled her mouth away from his and reached for his zipper.
"I love playing with pricks," she murmured, slowly and teasingly drawing his zipper down.
Fred quickly opened the top of his pants and yanked them down. He laid down, his feet over the edge of the bed, and Sheila sat cross-legged next to him. Reaching behind her back, she unzipped her dress and let it drop to her waist. Two soft, round breasts jiggled under her bra. Fred lifted himself up and pulled the straps off her shoulders. Sheila brushed his hands away and pulled the bra off.
Twisting around, he murmured, "Give me these," and cupped his hands under her boobs. She wrapped her fingers around his semi-erect prick, feeling it quiver warmly under her touch. Cupping her other hand under his balls, she rubbed them gently as his prick lengthened in her grasp.
Fred raised one hanging, somewhat tear-shaped breast to his mouth and placed his lips around her areola. Her tit stiffened against his tongue, and he sucked hard as she twirled his cockshaft between her fingers.
"Let me taste you," she said, her voice a
sensuous purr. Fred released his lip-lock on her tit and laid down again. Sheila stretched out on her stomach, dragging her tits over his thigh and planting a hard kiss on the tip of his cockhead. Extending her tongue, she laid it along the underside of his prickshaft and dragged it slowly upwards.
His cock sprang up to full erection. Opening her mouth wide, she shoved it in and closed her lips around the firm, taut penile skin. For a moment, she remained still, savoring the feel of his erection against her tongue, then she started to draw her head back and forth.
Fred pulled his pants and underpants down as far as he could, then flopped back as Sheila thrust her head forward, taking his cock in until his prick hair was grazing against her lips. The head slid effortlessly to the back of his throat, and Fred felt his cum rise. Sheila drew back, freeing almost all of his cock, and tightened the grip of her lips on his cockshaft. His prick started to throb, and she pulled it out and clasped it between her palms. As Fred lay gasping, she rubbed hard and his cum spurted out in long, white streaks.
Sheila continued stroking until the shaft started to soften, then she let go and slid off the bed.
"That was incredible," Fred breathed, lying widthwise across the bed, his pants around his knees and his feet on the floor. "You really have a talent for that."
"I told you, I love to play with pricks," Sheila
purred, slinking her hips as she positioned herself in front of him. "Why don't you get out of your clothes? Believe me, I'll get that nice, tasty dick of yours good and hard again, and damn fast."
She reached behind her back, then spun around. Fred sat up slowly, unbuttoning his shirt as she wriggled and slithered the dress down her legs. She bent over to free her feet from the dress, and her tight panties hugged her ass crack. The satiny white fabric seemed to squeeze her round butt, and the little white pouch of cloth between her thighs told Fred that her cunt lips were large and meaty.
Already, he could feel his cock start to stir. Shrugging off his shirt, he yanked his pants and briefs off his feet and got fully up on the bed. Sheila shoved her thumbs under the hem of the panties and slowly rolled them down, exposing her ass cheeks an inch at a time. Finally, with a sharp snap of her wrists, she yanked them down and bent low to pull them off.
Her bare butt spread before his lusting eyes, and he could see a good bit of pussy flesh between the backs of her thighs. Sheila spun around abruptly and leaned back, dropping her hands to her crotch.
"You've got me good and God damn wet," she said, parting her pussy lips to reveal the pink interior of her cunt.
Fred got off the bed to fetch some condoms from his suitcase. There were five. "I don't think we'll have time to use all of these," he said, toss-
ing the foil packets on the bed.
"Good, let's see how many," Sheila laughed, now on her back on the bed, raising her knees and letting her thighs drop apart. Saying that he wanted to taste her, Fred crawled over on all fours and bellied down with his face to her wet, wide-open pussy.
Raising her shoulders, Sheila watched as Fred stuck out his tongue and laid the flat of it against her slit. She murmured with pleasure, making a small humping movement at his face. She wasn't sure how good a cuntlapper he was. Not too many suburban types knew how to eat pussy.
Their women did, though. An image of a young blonde with a shaved cunt flitted briefly through her mind, accompanied by a sharp pang of pleasure....
That wasn't from the memory alone. Fred had neatly slipped his tongue into her pussy, slowly and methodically and not just ramming it in like a soft cock. Like she'd expected him to. The tip grazed her G spot, making her pussy muscles clench. He grazed it again, then snapped his tongue out. She felt the soft, wet flesh slide to the top of her slit, felt him grope for that special bit of skin.
Fred found it, and she felt his knuckles brush against the inside of her thigh. Then, two fingers slid between her labia and his tongue tip brushed against her clitoris. Her pussy flesh started churning as her orgasm began. Again showing more experience than she'd thought, he ran his tongue around her clit rather than press right
down on it.
That would tend to desensitize, as her first female lover had taught her. The waves of pleasure suddenly increased in intensity, charging through her whole body and making her shake violently from side to side. She clamped her thighs tightly against Fred's head, humping at him until a shudder of pleasure made her jerk her cunt back.
"You are good at that," she said admiringly. "Most guys aren't really into that." She almost said, "not like women," but she realized she had no idea how he'd feel about that.
The problem with offending him was that she still hadn't had his cock in her pussy. Lifting both feet until her legs were straight up, she parted her thighs and gazed down at the rough triangle of wiry hair over her cunt. "Now, let's see what you can do with your prick."
His cock was hard again, growing under him as the taste and scent of her private flesh filled his senses. Pulling himself forward, he rested his chin on her belly and took hold of her breasts. Pressing them together, he opened his mouth wide and took both her nipples into his mouth.
Sheila squealed with delight as the suction generated by his cheeks pressed her tits together. Fred ran his tongue over both stiff nipples, slipping a hand between her thighs and running two fingers into her pussy. There was a faint wet sound as her cunt juice sloshed around.
Giving each nipple one last poke with his tongue tip, he freed her tits from his mouth and
raised himself up. Rocking back on his haunches, he grabbed one of the condom packets and tore it open. Sheila lifted her head, licking her lips as she watched him roll the latex over his stiff member.
She draped her legs over his shoulders as he leaned toward her, holding his condom-clad hard-on at the base. "Stick it in," she urged him, pushing at him with her pussy.
Fred dabbed the tip between her lips, made as if to push in further, then pulled out to rub the tip firmly over the folds and wrinkles of her private flesh. She shouted a protest at him, and, remembering that her aunt was nearby, he gave in and slid his cockhead between her labia.
Before he could make another move, Sheila thrust forward mightily, driving more than half the length of his sheathed prick into her pussy. Fred pushed in the rest of the way, his tightened, wrinkled ball sac pressing against her slit as his cockhead pressed against the innermost flesh of her cunt.
"You're in good," she rasped, digging her heels into his back. "Now start fucking!"
Fred drew his cock back, and as he plunged in again, Sheila humped forward to meet his stroke. His cock dove in all the way, and when he pulled back, she immediately thrust forward at him. His cock slid in again, and he felt the heat and wetness of her cunt through the latex as if it wasn't there.
Then he felt the pressure of her thighs on his sides. Sheila crossed her legs over his back, then
threw her arms around his back and pulled him roughly down to her. Rasping at him to hold on tight, she started to turn them over. Knowing exactly what she intended to do, Fred rolled with her, pushing with his hips to keep his cock in place, then she reared up as his back touched the sheets.
Her breasts flopped against her chest, and her bleach blonde hair spun over her shoulders as she straightened up, her knees against his hips and her rough triangle of black pussy hair over the ring of hair around the base of his prick.
She was crouching, her buttocks resting lightly on his legs and her feet flat on the mattress. Bracing herself by planting her hand on his chest, she raised up, exposing some of his rubber-clad cockshaft, and gripped it firmly. Fred tried to ask her what she was doing, but he was only able to grunt as she plunged back down until her cunt lips were touching the edge of her palm.
As if sensing his question, she said, "I always make sure I get off. Like, I know you're an okay guy-I mean, we're alone together, but there's things I still don't know, and...oh!"
Sheila stopped short, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. She found her G spot with his cockhead, and her cunt flesh started churning around his prick. Fred got over his initial surprise and found himself enjoying the act. Her climax intensified and so did her grip, and he had no problem holding back his cum as her cunt flesh danced madly around his wrapped
erection.
Pussy juice oozed out of her, soaking his prick hair as she humped up and down. Finally, she let out a loud shriek and leaped off him. The mattress shook madly as she flopped down on her back, bending her knees to her tits. She stayed like that for a moment, then she let her legs drop.
"Very, very nice," she said. "Some guys get a little pissed off about that, though."
"I thought it was great," Fred replied. "I'll bet those are the guys who won't lick pussy, right?"
"Uh-huh." She slid off the bed, and Fred gazed at her naked form as she started for the bathroom. "Come in," she said. "It's your turn, now."
The shower stall was unusually large for a motel. Sheila turned the water on. Fred took off the condom and put on a fresh one, then he stepped into the stall with her.
Turning her back to him, she butted her ass against his cockhead. "You like back door stuff?" she asked, wriggling her hips a little to tease his dick with the smooth skin of her butt cheeks.
"Yeah," Fred said, feeling his dick throb in the condom. "Let me lube you up, first."
"Well, I'm already wet," Sheila said.
Fred replied by dropping to his knees and spreading her ass cheeks. Pressing his face to her crack, he stuck out his tongue and pushed the tip against the tight ring of her bunghole.
"Oh, shit, yeah!" Sheila cried out. "I love
that.. .1 wouldn't ask a guy.. .oh, yeah!"
He managed to part her butthole, pushing in a bit of his tongue flesh. She shoved her ass back, covering his face with her cheeks. Fred worked his tongue around and reached between her thighs, groping for her cunt lips. Sheila cried out as he found her slit by touch.
"Come on, give me your cock, now," she called out, jerking her butt back.
Her ass cheeks slid off his face. Fred grunted at her to wait a minute. He stood up and wrapped an arm around her, grasping her right breast and sliding his other hand down her ass crack. The hard flesh of her butthole squirmed at the touch of his forefinger and parted reluctantly as he pushed in.
"Just want to loosen you up," he said, speaking with difficulty. He pushed a little harder, and his finger sank in. Sheila bent at the waist, thrusting her ass back at him. His finger slid in to the last knuckle, and he humped gently back and forth before drawing it out.
"Damn, even your finger is hot," she commented.
Fred tightened his grip on her tit, rubbing his palm over her stiff nipple. He eased his hard-on down her butt crack, stopping when he felt the head touch her asshole.
"Come on, God damn it," Sheila shrieked. "Stick the fucker in!"
Letting go of her tit, Fred got a firm grip on her hips and pushed his cock in. Her butthole resisted only for a moment, then his cock slowly
slid in. Sheila thrust back again, driving his dick in to the root and pressing her cheeks against his ball sac.
"Grab my cunt, give me a finger there," she cried out urgently.
Fred darted a hand between her thighs, turned his wrist and slid two fingers between her pussy lips. She urged him to shove in all the way, and her cunt flesh started churning as his fingers sank into the hot, wet depths of her vagina. Her butthole tightened, and he started humping hard as he felt his cum rise into his cockshaft.
The way her cunt was moving told him that she was very close to climax. Extending his thumb, he pressed it to the top of her slit and brushed the pad over her love button. Sheila shouted out something incomprehensible and began to rock her hips back and forth. Fred pulled back, then slammed into her one more time. His cum shot out, filling the tip of the condom as he finger-fucked her pussy.
Shouting, "All right!" Sheila grabbed his hand and pulled his fingers out of her pussy. The last of his cum spurts roared out, and he dragged his cock free of her still-clenching bunghole. Snapping the rubber off, he tossed it into a wastebas-ket. They cleaned themselves off, and Fred offered to dry her.
"No, that'll just get us started again," Sheila said, glancing out the bathroom door at a wall clock. "I should get going. I don't like the idea of staying out all night, no matter what he's doing."
Fred nodded reluctantly, stretching out naked
on the bed as Sheila gathered up her clothes. "Listen, I'll be through here again," Fred told her. "So...."
"So, you know where to find me," she smiled. "No phone numbers, okay?"
"Uh, yeah." It hadn't occurred to him to ask, since they were both married. "It's not a good idea when you're cheating."
"I'll...I'll keep that in mind," Sheila said, suddenly sounding shy and unsure of herself.
"Well, it's the rules of the road." Fred sounded surprised.
"Like I said...." she let her voice trail off.
"Sheila, tell me something," Fred said softly. "Is this the first time you've ever stepped out?"
She blushed a little and forced herself to giggle. "Yeah. I've had it with his fucking around, and Aunt Greta said she'd help me, so...."
"So, I was lucky enough to be the one," Fred said. "Listen, it was fantastic. Just be careful, okay?"
Sheila nodded as she pulled on her dress. "Thanks, Fred. It was fantastic for me, too. I already feel a lot better about things."
With that, she left. Fred got some trade journals out of his suitcase, read one for about fifteen minutes, then turned on the television. To his surprise, an adult film came on. Three naked women popped up on the screen, and he felt a very faint stirring in his dick.
It turned out to be one of the better porn movies, and by the time it was half-over, he had
his hand on his cock, which was as hard as if he hadn't fucked at all that evening. There was a storyline as well as sex scenes, and he was so engrossed that he didn't hear the soft click the door made as it opened.
A shadow fell across his bare chest. Startled, he sat up straight, then he dropped his hands to his lap to cover his genitals. It was Aunt Greta, wearing a loose nightgown and a sloppy, sexy grin.
"Hope you don't mind me barging in on you," she said, glancing once at his face, then turning her full attention to his lap. "Having a private moment?"
"Ah, yeah, you could call it that," Fred replied. She took a step toward the bed, and the cotton fabric of her gown jiggled madly as her breasts swung from side to side.
"I was watching this one myself," she said, gesturing to the TV. "Thing is, I hate watching these all by myself."
To his considerable amazement, he found himself suddenly quite horny for the older woman. He knew she was trying to get a look at his prick, and he deliberately kept his hands in place to tease her as he laid back down.
Turning his head to the other side of the bed, he said, "Be my guest."
"Thanks," she smiled, seizing the hem of her nightgown and raising it as she got on the bed. He caught a glimpse of brown pussy hair as she settled down and snuggled up next to him.
Without quite realizing he was doing it, Fred
threw his arm around her. She turned to him, a cotton-covered breast pressing against his arm. Fred took his hands off his cock and balls, and her eyes immediately focused on his prick.
The hem of her nightgown was around the middle of her thighs. The room's dresser was facing the bed, and in the mirror atop, he could see a bit of her hairy pussy slit.
Greta raised an arm and pointed to the set. "There they go," she said, watching a naked brunette with small tits drop her head between a naked, big-titted blonde's thighs. "I like when a man does it to me, but with a woman...nan, not me."
"Lots of ladies are bisexual these days," Fred quipped.
"Yeah? Well, not this lady," she retorted, sliding down on the bed and making the hem of her nightgown rise.
"And lots of guys like to lick pussy. They also like to suck on big, soft tits," Fred commented, turning on his side and throwing an arm around her.
His dick stiffened as her tongue slid into his mouth. Shoving a hand between them, he gripped the nightgown and pulled the hem up to her stomach. Sucking on her tongue, he slipped a hand between her thighs and cupped her hairy cunt mound.
Greta jerked her head back and pulled her tongue from his mouth. Twisting out of his grip, she got off the bed. "Might as well get comfortable," she explained, yanking her nightgown off.
Fred's cock throbbed at the sight of her huge breasts, two round, jiggling mounds tipped with thick brown nipples. Licking his lips, Fred commented, "You know, some guys like to tit-fuck, too."
"Yeah, and some women like to suck a cock while he's doing that," Greta replied, taking hold of her breasts and pressing them together.
She rolled over on her back. Fred straddled her and slipped his prick between her breasts. Greta lifted her head, and when his cockhead popped out of the mass of tit flesh, she caught it between her lips. Fred leaned over, straining his thighs a little as he fought to get more of his cock in her mouth.
Greta cradled it on her tongue, gave it a few quick licks, then dropped her head back down. "Now, what were you saying about licking pussy?"
"I'll show you," Fred answered, climbing off her and moving to the foot of the bed. He spread her legs, then got between them on his stomach. Greta lifted her ass, and he shoved his hands under her butt cheeks. The soft mounds of ass flesh enveloped his fingers as he pressed his mouth to her slit.
She moaned and trembled all over as he sucked her meaty cunt lips. She was already wet, and more arousal fluid oozed out of her as he dragged his tongue all over her snatch. Finally, he thrust it in. Greta raised her knees, and he felt the loose skin of her inner thighs close around his ears as he probed for her G spot.
"You sure as hell know what the fuck you're doing," she called out to him. "Damn, I haven't had a man do it this good since I don't know when!"
Fred drew his tongue back, easing it out of her slit. She started to protest and shut herself up when she felt him drag a hand out from under her ass and get his fingers between her thighs.
"Oh, I know what you're going to do," she shouted, humping her pussy at him. "Shit, damn, fuck, this is good!"
Two of Fred's fingers slid into her pussy. Finding the top of her slit with his tongue, he nudged aside the protective sheath of skin over her clit. She shifted slightly just then, and his tongue flesh sank right down on her thoroughly stiff love button.
Immediately, her pussy tightened around his fingers. She jammed her ass hard against the bed, and her breasts swam around on her chest as she trembled in orgasm.
"Oh, yeah, you're good with your tongue," she exclaimed, jerking her pussy away from his face. Dropping her head to the pillow, she let out a deep sigh. Fred climbed out from between her legs and got another condom. She stared up at him with lust-glazed eyes as he stepped back to the bed, watching as he snapped the rubber over his prick.
"Not too many guys around here can do that," she said. "Not too many like us older gals, either."
"Yeah, your niece...." Fred let his voice trail
off and waited to see if she'd disapprove of the reference.
"Sheila told me that, too," Greta said, spreading her thighs as wide as she could.
Fred positioned himself between her legs, one hand keeping him propped up over her and his other firmly on his rubber-sheathed cock. Leaning forward somewhat, he pressed the tip of his cockhead to her slit.
CHAPTER FOUR
"It already feels incredible," Greta murmured, giving a tiny push at him with her generous hips. As he had with almost all his casual encounters, Fred rubbed the head up and down, making short jabs between her lips but not actually pushing in.
Greta moaned at him to start fucking. Instead, he angled his prickhead to rub it around the brownish, wrinkled skin around her hairy labia. He jerked his dickhead to the top of her slit, pressed hard against where he guessed her clit would be, then he ducked his cock down and shoved the head between her cunt lips.
Moving much faster than he thought a woman her size could, she shoved her pussy at him, hard enough to get his prick in whether he wanted it there or not. That wasn't really the question, though. Grabbing his bare sides, Greta pulled Frank down on top of her.
One jerk of his hips was all it took to get the entire length of his prick in her pussy. Her breasts pooled against his chest, and he worked a hand between them to seize one as he jammed his lips against her mouth.
Greta thrust her tongue between his teeth and
he sucked it greedily as he worked his hips around in a slow circle. The loose, wet feel of her pussy made his cock tingle electrically, and the press of her meaty labia against his tightened scrotum made their screwing even hotter. Even with his fingers fully spread, her breast covered his hand, and the soft flesh slithered around her fingers as he sought out her nipple.
Her soft thighs grazed his hips as she raised her legs, pulling her tongue out of his mouth to grunt as she crossed her legs over the small of his back. Fred pulled his hand off her breast and slid it under her ample buttocks. Greta pressed down on his hand, squeezing him tightly with her thighs.
Suddenly, she began to rock back and forth and make soft, hoarse sounds. Fred felt her pussy flesh grip his wrapped hard-on, felt her fingers dig into the skin of his back as she squeezed his waist even harder. He started pumping hard, letting the cum rush into his cockshaft. As her copious arousal fluids soaked his cock hair and balls, his cum roared into the tip of the condom.
Greta bucked up at him a few times, then remained still, breathing hard. Fred felt his cock start to soften, and he pried her legs up to slide out from between them. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he snapped off the condom, put it in a paper bag and put the bag in his suitcase.
The older woman let out a satisfied sigh and remained flat on her back, her legs spread enough to show the wet reddish pink of her just-fucked gash. Looking at him querulously, she asked, "Do
you collect those things?" She frowned and closed her legs.
Fred winced. "No, Greta. Come on. I mean, suppose your husband what's-his-name found it in the garbage? You're not the first married woman I've had sex with besides my wife, of course."
"Yeah, that was kind of stupid," she grinned sheepishly. "Why did I get that weird thought?"
Fred shrugged and laid down next to her. Absently draping a hand over her breast, he replied, "Who cares? It's a weird night, I guess."
Greta said she agreed and stared reluctantly down at Fred's soft prick. "I'd better wash up and go," she said. "I'd love another fuck or two, but...."
"Believe me, I know," Fred answered, glancing at the phone. There was a chance his wife might call again, and he didn't want Greta in the room while he was talking to Marie.
The older woman got off the bed, and Fred gazed at the wide girth of her bare buttocks as she pulled her nightgown back on. Full-figured women always held a certain erotic fascination for him, but so did the lean hardness of his small-breasted wife.
Greta leaned over to kiss him, and he gently fondled a large breast through the cotton of her nightgown. Bidding him good night, she darted out of the room. The erotic movie was still playing. Fred glanced once at the naked and far too perfect redhead prancing around, yawned, and turned off the set.
What counted, he decided, was the way the woman could fuck.
As administrative assistant to the head of a dance and exercise studio, Marie Joseph could choose either free dance lessons or free yoga classes as a fringe benefit. She originally settled on the yoga, simply because it sounded more exotic. One look at the instructor told her that she had another, even better, reason.
Her workday ended at three, then she headed over to the yoga rooms. There was a small dressing room with lockers off to one side of the large, square room. It was sometimes used for dance classes, so there were mirrors and barres on the walls. Thick, comfortable mats covered the floor.
As always, Marie was the first to arrive. Craig Charles, the tall, well-muscled yoga instructor, flashed her a lusty grin. "Do you have time to stay after class?" he asked.
Gazing at the way his tight T-shirt hugged his muscles and letting her eyes wander down to the crotch of his shorts, Marie said, "Oh, maybe a few minutes or so." She opened the door to the dressing room, and Craig stepped behind her. "Ah-ah, no peeking," she giggled, slamming the door shut behind her.
The night before, Wednesday, she'd called her husband, Fred, hoping for a little phone sex. Her session with Joy and Sally left her only temporarily satisfied, and she was horny again by the time she got home. Fred sounded tired, though, and begged off talking dirty for that night.
Marie was hornier than ever when she awoke the following morning. She got herself off by applying the shower spray to her black-haired pussy, then a busy workday kept her mind off her lust until she went for her yoga lesson.
And what would come afterwards. As she unbuttoned her blouse, another woman in the class came in. She nodded hello to Marie, then pulled her dress off. Marie caught a glimpse of the woman's bare skin in the mirror, and she immediately recalled the lesbian action she'd seen on Joy's porn tape.
Puzzled with herself for thinking about it, she unhooked her bra and hung it up. Her hanging, tear-shaped breasts swayed as she bent to step out of her skirt, and she felt a pang of lust as she pulled down her panties and saw her pussy come into view.
She stumbled as she stepped into her leotard, making her turn in the direction of the other woman. She'd just taken off her panties, and Marie noticed that she had very little pussy hair. Her labia was clearly visible under the wiry brown patch, and Marie looked down at herself.
Obviously, she was much hairier. Her black pubic hair formed a sloppy triangle, a few strands creeping down either side of her pussy lips. Wondering again why she'd be thinking about such things, she pulled her leotard up. The garment was practically backless, only a thin strip of blue fabric covering her ass crack, and the top revealed the gentle swelling of her breasts.
Lust flashed in Craig's eyes as he surveyed his students. Marie's was the most daring leotard, and she watched his face as he began the day's instructions. Next to Marie, a tall blonde's huge tits seemed to be fighting to climb out of her leotard. She noticed that Craig's eyes didn't linger on the blonde's bust like they did on hers, and she guessed that he preferred small tits.
Like Fred, he loved to handle and play with them and be able to take a good deal of breast into his mouth, not just nipple. She thought of the feel of his hands on her tits, and felt a stirring in her pussy. Not wanting to get wet down there before the class even started, she forced herself to focus on the positions they were being taught that day.
The other student was a rather plump young woman in a stretch leotard. She was big-breasted like the blonde, and Craig paid only minimal attention to her body. The day's position called for them to be on their backs, their legs up. Marie recalled how she enjoyed being fucked in that position, and tried not to think of a cock going into her cunt as she bent her legs backward and raised her crotch.
She got hornier and hornier as the class proceeded, and the forty-five minutes dragged on like an entire day. Finally, Craig called the session at an end. Winking at him, Marie darted off to the ladies' room while the other two students went into the dressing room.
They were leaving as Marie stepped out. Craig pretended to be preoccupied with one of the mats
until he heard the door close behind them, then he rushed up to it and locked it securely. Marie stepped up to him, turned and rubbed her almost-bare buttocks against his groin. He threw his arms around her, pressing the leotard material against her breasts. Ducking his head down, he kissed the side of her neck.
"Ever do it standing up?" he said, dabbing his tongue tip at the shell of her ear.
"No, but I'll do it anyway you want," Marie purred. "Make me naked, okay?"
Giving her breasts a squeeze, Craig took hold of the shoulder straps and pulled them down. Marie trembled with lust, staring at herself in a mirror as he slowly dragged the blue garment down her body. Uttering a sexy grunt, he let go of the garment and shoved his hands under her tits.
The small, tear-shaped boobs all but disappeared between his fingers. He closed thumb and forefinger over her lean, light-pink nipples, felt them stiffen, then seized her garment and dragged it down to her feet. Immediately, he slipped a hand between her thighs and jammed his sweaty palm over her sex as he pressed his mouth against hers.
Marie squeezed his hand between her thighs, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Her breasts rubbed against the thin cotton of his T-shirt, and she could feel the heat of his body on her bare nipples. Her cunt juice oozed out over his palm. She let him suck her tongue for a moment, then snapped her tongue back and stepped away from
him.
"Let me see you," she murmured, unbuckling his belt. Craig yanked off his T-shirt and tossed it aside. Marie kissed his tiny masculine nipples, then yanked his pants and briefs down. She knelt to drag the garments off his feet, then rose up on her knees to press her mouth firmly against his cock and balls.
"Your prick is so cute," she purred, rubbing a fingertip along the shaft of his short, fat penis. "Just let me have a taste...." Opening her mouth wide, she sucked his half-hard dick between her lips and felt it swell and stiffen.
Access to medical records told her he was safe, and she knew she was. Also, she was on the pill, so there was no need for a condom. Other than Fred, he was the only man whose cum she felt safe to swallow. As his prick filled her mouth, she felt her cunt lips swell and ducked a hand between her legs. She laid two fingers along her cunt lips, squeezing them together as she began to bob her head back and forth.
Craig trembled above her, his strong hands on her smooth, bare shoulders as she sucked hard. Straining her cheeks to open her mouth wider, she thrust her head forward and felt his cock hair graze her nose as his cockhead reached almost to her throat.
His prick started to throb, straining her cheeks more as it grew even thicker. A little frantic tongue work had his erection jerking back and forth, then she felt the warm, wonderful sensation of cum spurts shooting into her mouth. She
continued jerking her head back and forth, thin rivulets of semen running down the corners of her mouth as she struggled to swallow as much as she could.
With a hoarse grunt, Craig dragged his still-spurting prick out of her mouth. One last, long cum shot hit the mat as his cum ran down Marie's throat. He took a moment to catch his breath, then he seized her by her bare hips as she got to her feet.
Marie squealed with delight as he lifted her, carrying her over to where he had three or four mats piled one on top of another. He lowered her gently, pressed her ass against the soft cotton, then gripped her ankles and raised her legs to make her flop over on her back.
Craig dropped to his knees as he spread her legs apart. Flattening himself out on his stomach, he jammed his face against her pussy slit and thrust his tongue between her cunt lips. Marie squeezed the insides of her thighs against his ears, jerking her ass up and down and massaging his face with her labia.
"I want to suck you some more," she gasped, dragging herself back.
Craig got out from between her legs and twisted around, positioning himself on his side with his groin to Marie's face. She turned over on her side, facing him, and lifted a leg. Craig jammed his face back into her crotch, again thrusting his tongue into her pussy. Marie took the head of his soft cock between her lips and rolled it around, dabbing her tongue tip at the
underside.
Gradually, she took more of it in. Craig was poking his tongue back and forth, rubbing the head over the hot, wet flesh of the interior of her vagina, savoring the taste of her heat. Abruptly, his prick hardened in her mouth, making her jerk her head back in surprise.
The stiff member flopped out from between her lips. "I want to fuck," Marie announced, rolling over on her back to free her cunt from his mouth. "Standing up, like you said."
Craig gave her pussy a hard kiss, then jumped to his feet. Marie reached up to grip his hand, and he helped her to her feet.
"Let's go over here," Craig said, curling an arm around her waist. He pointed to where the wall mirrors joined to form a corner. "We can both see everything, that way. Say, you have time, don't you?"
"The whole afternoon," Marie chortled. "I should say, the whole fucking afternoon."
"Perfect," Craig muttered. "Now, just stand right in front of me and put your arms around my shoulders." Marie's tits pressed against his muscled, almost hairless chest, and she kissed his throat as he firmly grasped her butt cheeks. "Raise your legs-don't worry, I have a good grip on you."
Cautiously, Marie raised her left leg. It was more difficult to raise the right one, and she felt herself sink down a little. He held her firmly, though, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as his cockhead grazed her slit.
"We almost have it," Craig said, his voice strained. "Just let me...." He angled his hips up, lifted her a fraction, and his cockhead popped between her pussy lips. "The angle's not quite right, yet," he muttered, lifting her more and bending his knees.
His cock slid deep into her pussy. "That's right," Marie cried out, feeling her pussy fill with his thick cockshaft. Craig spread her ass cheeks and slid his fingers down her crack, making her cry out again as his fingers touched her butthole. His tightened scrotum pressed roughly against her swollen labia, and her stiff nipples dug into his chest.
"You just stay still," he muttered into her ear. "In this position, I do all the humping."
She started to ask him what he meant, then he pulled her ass cheeks away, making about half the length of his prick slide out of her pussy. He pulled her towards him, and his cock slid back in. Murmuring that she understood, Marie kissed her way up his neck. Craig tilted his head down, and she pressed her lips firmly against his.
Again, his tongue rode into her mouth. Craig shifted her to one side, his cockhead angling right against her G spot. Marie closed her mouth tightly over his tongue, sucking the soft, wet flesh hard. Craig slowly worked his lips around in a slow circle, caressing her tongue with his, then he broke their kiss.
"Look," he said, gesturing with his chin to one of the mirrors. "We can see everything." As he spoke, he pulled her back, making his fat, cunt
juice-soaked cockshaft appear between their crotches.
Marie squealed with delight at the sight of the reflection of his cock halfway in her pussy. "You're right," she said breathlessly. "This is so fucking hot, so fucking good!"
Then her pussy started its orgasmic contractions around his invading member. Craig drew in a deep breath, easily holding back his own climax as the petite married woman thrashed around in his arms. She started humping at him, almost losing the grip of her legs around his waist as a wild climax tore through her. Finally, she kicked her ankles against his butt.
"Put me down," she pleaded. "I feel like I'm going to explode from cumming so much."
Cunt juice ran down her thighs and over his ball sac as he slowly lowered her to her feet. Marie took a few steps back, then let out a loud, satisfied sigh and flopped down on her bare butt.
"You sound like you're all fucked out," Craig said, staring down at the naked, sweat-covered housewife.
"Oh, I don't know," Marie said, gazing up at his still-stiff prick. "I think I have another fuck left in me. Besides, you haven't cum-it wouldn't be fair, would it?"
"No, no it wouldn't," Craig said, reaching down to help her up. "Want to get on top this time?"
"Hmm, no." Marie squinted thoughtfully. "Do me over here-I love it from behind."
She stepped over to a barre, gripped it firmly
and bent over, shaking her naked buttocks at him. Craig got behind her, his cockhead dipping into her ass crack as he laid his hands over her hips.
"You know, you could do me there, too," Marie said, thrusting her ass back at him.
"Hmm...not without lube, Marie. Besides, it gets kind of...oh, I don't want to say it, but-"
"Messy," Marie giggled. "Believe me, I know. Too bad this place doesn't have private showers."
"So, we'll just have to make do," Craig said, bending his knees.
Marie shifted her legs apart and leaned over more, her ass cheeks touching his abdomen as his cockshaft glided between her thighs. Taking one hand off her hips, he curled two fingers around the base of his prick and poked the head at her low-hanging slit. For a small woman, she had rather large labia, and they were clearly visible under the round, tight mounds of her buttocks.
So, it was fairly easy for him to guide his prick between them and into the sizzling softness of her pussy. Marie bent almost double as he pushed forward, his fingers still wrapped around the base of his cockshaft. His cock slid in until he felt her pussy lips against his curled-up fingers, then he released his grip and gave one more shove forward.
His cock hair mashed against the bottom of her buttocks. His balls were touching her slit, and he started stroking slowly back-and-forth. Marie shouted, "Come on!" and thrust her butt back at
him, then pulled away until only his cockhead was in her.
Craig immediately thrust forward hard, burying all of his short, fat erection in her twat. They began a rapid back and forth pumping motion, Craig pulling back as she shoved her ass at him and Marie pulling away as Craig thrust forward. Completely hazed over with lust, Craig lost the rhythm and drew back as she drew away from him.
Before he could grab hold of it, his cock popped completely out of her pussy. "Shit, put it in, I'm almost ready to cum," Marie urged him. Craig thrust forward just as she shifted in what she thought was the right direction, and the precum-coated tip of his cockhead butted against a cunt lip. He shifted, she did, and instead of going into her slit, his cockhead butted into her other labia.
"This is pretty hot," Marie gasped, "but I still want it in my pussy."
"So do I," Craig responded with a grunt. "Just stay still and let me do the work."
Gripping the base of his dickshaft again, Craig guided the head between her cunt lips. As his cock slid in, he reached around Marie and laid his hand over her black-haired pussy mound. He pressed down as his pubic hair again touched her butt cheeks, and he spread his fingers, seeking the top of her slit.
Her moan told him he'd found it. Scissoring the wrinkled private flesh between two fingers, he stroked gently back and forth. Her pussy was
already starting to churn around his dick, and it hugged his stiff member tightly as a fast and furious orgasm overtook her. Gripping the barre so tightly her knuckles were white, Marie let out a series of short moans and gasps as she humped back and forth.
Finally, she slowed, slumping down a little. Craig paused, his cock still in her cunt. "Want another?" he asked softly.
"Yeah, yeah, in my cunt," Marie said through deep breaths. "Go ahead."
Angling his cock to the left, Craig began stroking hard. His cockhead rode right over her G spot, and she moaned loudly as her cunt again churned madly around his invading, pumping hard-on. He felt the cum rush into his cockshaft and started stroking hard, and just as the first spurt was about to erupt from his cockhead, he pulled out.
Marie spun around, taking his cock in both hands and kneeling before him, opening her mouth as a long stream of cum shot out of his prickhead. It hit her chin, then she shoved his spurting cock into her mouth and sucked until his load was bulging out her cheeks.
Some of it spilled over her chin as he pulled his softening prick away. The rest she swallowed, licking her lips greedily and rubbing the cum off her chin.
"That was quite a workout," Craig said as Marie got to her feet. "Maybe you'll let me introduce you to tantric yoga-sex yoga, you know."
"Do they teach that here?" Marie looked
surprised.
"No, at my place," Craig smiled. "When you can get away for a whole day, of course."
"I don't know when that will be," Marie frowned. "Maybe sometimes. Anyway, how's Gerri?" Marie inquired about Craig's wife.
"These days, she's pretty happy," Craig said. "Got a bright class of dumb students-that's how she put it. How's Fred?"
"On the road, as usual," Marie sighed. "Taking orders, sleeping in motels."
"Do you think he's sleeping around?" There was a mischievous twinkle in Craig's eye.
Marie sensed that he was kidding her and replied in mock seriousness, "Gee, I never thought to ask. How about Gerri? Think she's stepping out on you?"
"I forgot to ask, too," Craig replied. "I doubt it, though. Schoolteachers-special education types-are a pretty staid bunch."
"Are you telling me she doesn't give you enough?" Marie turned to head for the dressing room, accidentally-on-purpose brushing the back of her hand against his prick.
"I meant, staid outside the bedroom," Craig laughed. "Oh, we fuck plenty. It's just that, that-"
Before he could find the word he was looking for, Marie cut in, "Just that you can never get enough, right?"
"Yes, just like somebody I know very well," Craig laughed, darting up behind her and swiping his hand over her butt cheeks.
Marie squealed delightedly and darted into the
dressing room, turning to stick her tongue out at him as she closed the door behind her. Craig scooped up his discarded clothing, then waited until she emerged fully dressed before unlocking the studio door.
They exchanged one last, lingering tongue kiss, then Marie said she had to go.
"I won't be in tomorrow," Craig said. "Maybe we can get together this weekend? You know, you call me."
"You'd better not call me," Marie said sharply. "Even when Fred's not around...but there's Gerri...look, just get in touch with me here, okay? If something turns up, I'll let you know."
And I hope you 're sticking to your promise to keep it casual, she thought as she left.
What the hell, though. If things really got out of hand, she could always find another outside lover. She thought of the woman in the dressing room again, wondering why the image stayed in her mind as she got into her car.
Meanwhile, across town, the last classes of the day were coming to an end at a local community college. Gerri Charles watched the last of her students file out, then as planned, Carl closed his classroom and came into hers.
"How was your day?" Gerri asked, scooping up some papers and shoving them into her bag.
"Kind of rough. They weren't with me today, at all."
"Oh? Mine were really nice. Anyway, about-" Carl sighed. "Joanne is working at home today, so my place is out."
"Yeah," Gerri said. "And Craig said his late classes might cancel out, so there's no telling when he'll be home."
"It looks like we're stuck," Carl said mournfully.
"Not necessarily." Gerri squeezed her legs together, feeling an extra pang of lust. "Are any of the arts and crafts groups still going?"
"No, they finished at two," Carl frowned. "What are you getting at?"
"Well, no one will be using the crafts storerooms," Gerri smiled.
"You mean in there?" Carl's eyes widened. "Won't it be uncomfortable?"
With a note of impatience in her voice, Gerri replied, "Some might call it that. Others would say it's erotic."
CHAPTER FIVE
A sexy grin spread over Carl's face. "Yes, some would say that. I would, too. So, shall we?" He made as if to take the tall, thin, brown-haired teacher's arm.
She jumped away from him nervously. "No displays, remember. We don't want to fuck our jobs, just each other."
"Ooh, so clinical," Carl grimaced. "But you're right."
The corridor was deserted, and they took the opportunity to run right into the storeroom. Gerri slammed the door shut behind her and locked it as Carl looked around. High rows of metal shelves lined the walls, and a big cabinet dominated the center. A few wooden boxes lay along the walls.
"Doesn't look like there's anywhere to-"
"Yes, there is," Gerri interrupted, turning to the rearmost wall. She pushed a box aside, then planted her foot on it. "Get the idea?"
"Uh, I think so," Carl said.
"Well, this should show you." Gerri unsnapped the back of her long skirt and pulled it off. Carl gasped, his cock stiffening in his
briefs, at the sight of her pussy.
"Jeez, no panties?" His eyes widened, and he fumbled with his belt.
"Good, you guessed," Gerri retorted, reaching into her crotch and placing her hands over the dark-auburn patch of her pussy hair. "Keep your cock in your pants-you know what comes first."
Carl nodded, his hands shaking as he got on his knees. Gripping her ankle, he pulled off her shoe and slipped off her ankle sock. His hands sweated as he raised her foot to his mouth, planting a kiss on the sole, then taking her big toe between his lips. He sucked hard, and Gerri trembled above him.
As he moved to her other toes, he glanced up to see arousal moisture forming on her slit. Trembling all over with lust, his hand shaking more, he shoved all of her toes into his mouth.
"All right, move up," Gerri gasped above him.
Fighting the temptation to plunge his face right into her gash, Carl slowly kissed his way up her leg. Gerri spread a little more as he reached the insides of her thighs. The scent of her heat filled his nostrils as he advanced on her private flesh, and he shot his hands up to grip her bare ass as his lips made contact with her cunt slit.
"That's it, give me your tongue," Gerri barked, humping down at him.
Carl thrust his tongue deep into her pussy, rubbing the tip around the wet, pulsating flesh. He knew that if he found her G spot, she'd cum quickly. His stiff prick was straining against his
pants, and as much as he enjoyed eating pussy, he desperately wanted his cock in her.
Besides, they hadn't much time and the situation was awkward. A low, muffled groan escaped from Gerri, and her cunt started pulsing rapidly around his tongue. Her cunt juice flooded out, and as he expected, she clamped her hands on his head and pushed him away.
"Good, good, now fuck," she gasped. Carl fumbled a condom out of his pocket and quickly dropped his pants and briefs. Snapping it over his prick, he stepped up to her and hunched down to angle his cock up at her pussy.
She was taller by at least half a head. His cockhead brushed against her slit, but he couldn't raise up enough to get it in.
"Oh, shit, take one of those boxes," Gerri gasped at him. "Just stand on it...."
Carl kicked a box over, his condom-clad cock swaying from side to side. Grimacing with lust, he stepped up on it, hunched down again and pressed his cockhead to her slit. Gerri seized his stiff, wrapped member and shoved the head between her cunt lips. He thrust up, and his cock slid into her pussy.
His started humping, his cockshaft grazing her clit on each stroke. Her pussy started churning around his wrapped member, and he felt his load straining to rise up his shaft.
"I don't think I can cum this way," he gasped. "I love it, though."
"Let me help," Gerri muttered, her hips swaying. She reached around and seized his buttocks,
pulling them apart and shoving her hands down his crack. He grimaced at the flash of pain from her finger entering his anus, then he let out a loud sigh of pleasure as her finger slid in.
His cum still strained against his cockshaft. "This isn't going to work," he said, kissing her throat.
"Okay. Pull out." Carl dragged his cock out of her cunt. Gerri dropped down on all fours, and Carl got on his knees behind her. Holding his stiff dick, he guided the head between her pussy lips and pushed in. "Yeah, this is it," he grunted, feeling the first stirrings of orgasm.
Abruptly, Gerri thrust her ass back at him, her cheeks slapping against his thighs. Carl drew back, then plunged in again, and started humping rapidly. His cock started jerking in her, then his cum shot out.
When the last spurt hit the tip of the rubber, he slumped over her back and pressed her small tits through her blouse. His cock started to soften. He pulled out and stood up, and Gerri slowly got to her feet.
"Now we'd better get out of here," Gerri said, looking down at the floor. A small pool of liquid was the only sign of their tryst. "At least we didn't make too much of a mess.."
Carl opened the door and looked up and down the hallway. "It's clear," he whispered, gesturing to her.
Gerri darted out first, giving him a quick kiss. Carl waited until he couldn't hear her footsteps in the hall, then he left.
Across town, at a house in the surrounding suburban neighborhood, Joy Salter's fingers shook as she lit a cigarette. Angie Allen, sitting next to her, gently gripped her arm.
"You really are nervous about this," she said softly. "If you want to back out, postpone it-"
"No," Joy cut in, smoke billowing out of her as she leaned back. "I'll always be afraid...have to do it that way, afraid. We're going right ahead as planned, and don't worry about how nervous I get."
"Okay," Angie smiled. "When do you think Joe will be home?"
"Probably in an hour or so. Maybe later...I think he said something about extra class time." Joy suddenly realized she was more horny than ever for Angie. "Uh, do you have something in mind? Remember, Joe'11 probably freak worse from seeing us than he would me with another guy," Joy cautioned.
"Depends on how we make it look," Angie grinned. "My cousin told me that you two used to take baths together when you were both eighteen."
"Mm-hmm. And did she tell you what we did when we took those baths?" Joy rested her hand on Angie's thigh, the edge of her palm at the hem of the blonde waitress's short summer dress.
"Yeah," Angie replied, letting her legs drop apart and resting her knee against Joy's. "I'll bet Marie and Sally have had those little episodes,
too."
"Well, we'll sure as hell find out tomorrow night," Joy said. "So, what's your idea?"
"Let's relive old times, sort of," Angie said animatedly. "We'll just get in the tub, and if Joe asks us, well, that's what we're doing."
"Great idea for a sitcom, but when I hear his car, I'll get the hell out. I've told him about you, so it wouldn't be that strange that you'd be taking a bath. It would be, if I was in the tub with you."
"You think he'd freak out if he thought we were doing what we're doing?" Angie asked.
"I don't know, and I don't want to find out the hard way," Joy replied. "Anyway, we have time for a little fun right now." Joy slipped her hand under Angie's dress.
Angie rested her chin on Joy's shoulder and kissed the brown-haired woman's neck as Joy's fingers slid up her thigh. When she reached the blonde waitress's groin, she yelped and jerked her hand back in surprise.
"No panties with a short dress like that?" Joy said. "Angie, you'll make trouble."
"I like making trouble," Angie grinned, grabbing Joy's wrist and sliding her hand back up under her dress. She spread her legs more and murmured passionately at the feel of Joy's fingers on her hairless pussy lips.
"This feels so wonderful," Joy sighed. "I'm tempted to do mine, but Joe wouldn't understand... may be. Anyway, I couldn't hide my cunt from him long enough to let the hair grow back,
so I don't want to chance fucking up his head."
"A trim wouldn't hurt," Angie purred. "I mean, you don't have to take it all off. And, hey, that's an even better reason for us to be in the tub."
"I still can't believe you didn't wear panties under this thing," Joy mused, dipping a fingertip between Angie's pussy lips.
"That's 'cause I like to flash," Joy giggled. "See, I'm not wearing a bra, either." She yanked down her left shoulder strap, exposing a small, white, pink-tipped cone of a breast.
"You don't need one, and it's delicious," Joy said, leaning over and pursing her lips. Her fingertip slipped out of Angie's pussy as she kissed the blonde waitress's long pink nipple. She rubbed the stiffening bud between her lips, then made a wide circle with her mouth and closed it over the small breast.
"Let's get you undressed," Angie purred, stroking the back of Joy's neck.
Reluctantly, the brown-haired woman pulled her mouth off the blonde's breast and started unbuttoning her blouse. Angie got up, baring her other breast, then working her dress down her legs as she headed for the bedroom. Joy, her blouse flapping open and her parted bra straps flopping around her chest, followed the young blonde in.
The short dress was a pool of pink and blue around Angie's feet. She stepped out of it and picked it up, the small, firm mounds of her ass cheeks spreading as she bent over. Joy pulled off
jeans and panties in one motion, her bra tumbling off her body as she stretched out on the bed.
"I still don't know exactly how we're going to do it," she said thoughtfully. Angie jumped up on the bed and sat cross-legged at Joy's waist. "I mean, do we just say we're getting it on and that we'd like them to give it a try? Do we start with some girls-only fuck tapes?"
"That sounds like a good idea," Angie replied, her eyes on Joy's pussy mound. She dabbed a fingertip at the thick triangle of dark-brown pussy hair. "You know, you are bushy down here. About that trim-"
"Okay, if you don't take it all off," Joy said.
"No, just around the lips, and the sides, maybe." Angie ran a finger through the hairs sticking up on either side of Joy's labia. "It'll be easier for Joe to eat you out, too."
"Won't it be easier for you?" Joy winked.
"Me, I love licking pussy no matter how hairy," Angie laughed. "I need a kiss, okay?"
Kicking her legs out behind her, Angie slid on top of Joy. Her small cones of breasts sank into Joy's large, round boobs, and her hairless pussy lips pressed against Joy's cunt hair. Joy threw her arms around Angie, hugging her tightly as their mouths met.
The first time she'd tongue-kissed another woman, Joy was trembling with nervousness. She and Angie's cousin never got further than finger-fucking each other and fondling each other's breasts. Angie introduced her to what Joy
called the real lesbian sex, and somehow, it was harder for her to slip her tongue into another woman's mouth than it was to lick a pussy.
Sensitive to Joy's misgivings, Angie started out slowly. First, she kissed Joy on the lips, a lover's hello or good-bye kiss. Joy discovered that she liked that, and she timidly kissed Angie back. Angie stuck out her tongue, telling Joy to extend hers. Joy closed her eyes, holding Angie's hands tightly as she touched the tip of her tongue to the blonde's.
An electric shock of passion ripped through Joy, and her eyes popped open with surprise. She hadn't expected such sensuous delight, and the two women rubbed tongues together for a few minutes. Already a bit horny, Joy felt her cunt lips swell against her panties and moisten.
"Now, let's try it all the way," Angie said softly, wrapping her arms around Joy.
Joy felt her nervousness evaporate as her lust rose. Feeling Angie's lips on her mouth, she shot out her tongue and trembled as it slid into the warm wetness of Angie's mouth. The blonde's tongue met hers, then she felt Angie's fingers undoing the buttons of her blouse.
She had no doubts about her feelings for other women after that. A few private lovemaking sessions with Angie followed, then the blonde brought up the idea of coming out to Sally and Marie.
The feel of Angie's cunt against hers, and the warm invasion of her tongue, brought Joy's thoughts back to the present. They sucked on
each other's tongue for a while, then Angie slid off Joy and sat up between the brown-haired woman's thighs.
"We have time for a little of this, don't we?" Joy asked, holding up two fingers.
"You'd better," Joy replied, spreading her legs. "You've gotten me so hot, I could just about explode."
"Just let me suck these big, floppy tits a little, first," Angie murmured.
Bellying down, her stiff nipples digging into Joy's stomach, Angie lifted a large breast and pressed her lips against the red-brown ring of Joy's areola. She made circles with her tongue around the brown-haired woman's fat, pink nipple, then she closed her lips over the tit and sucked hard. Joy slid a hand down the blonde's naked back, resting her palm lightly on a firm, round buttock.
Angie freed Joy's breast and sucked briefly at her other, then rolled off her. "I guess we don't have time for 'lunch,'" she said, running a fingertip along Joy's pussy slit. "Just a little of this."
Squeezing two fingers together, she shoved them between the brown-haired woman's labia. Joy murmured and shoved her butt toward the blonde girl. Extending her thumb, Angie pressed it to the top of Joy's slit.
"Just relax and let go," Angie murmured.
Joy took hold of her breasts as Angie brushed the pad of her thumb over her clit. Her orgasm began as small ripples, then surged through her
body and made her hump the blonde waitress's hand. Finally, she urged Joy to pull her hand away.
"Great, now let's get in the tub," Angie said, leaning back as she uncrossed her legs. Joy nodded a reluctant agreement, gazing longingly at the blonde's pussy slit.
"I'd better take my clothes in," Joy said. "It's going to look weird enough."
"Well, maybe not, if we...I guess you're right, though," Angie shrugged. "I'll bring mine in, too."
The younger blonde was secretly anxious to have Joe catch her in the nude. She loved showing off her body, and she'd been toying with the idea of dancing at a nude bar in another town. She didn't want Joy to know she felt that, though. Just like Joy didn't know how Joe felt about woman-to-woman sex, Angie had no idea how Joy felt about Joe's going with another woman. Like Joy said, she certainly didn't want to find out the hard way.
And lose the chance to turn two more women on to bisexuality.
She felt soft skin brush against her thigh, Joy's butt cheek as the brown-haired woman turned on the water in the tub. As Joy straightened up, Angie got behind her and threw her arms around Joy's waist. Her hard nipples dug into Joy's back, and her depilated pussy pressed against Joy's butt cheeks.
"Mm, that feels so delicious," Joy purred. "Hate to say it, but I wish you had a cock."
"Don't hate," Angie said, nuzzling the side of Joy's neck. "I can have a cock." She dropped her hands from around Joy's waist, careful to brush the edge of her palm against Joy's pussy. "Yes, we have to trim this bush a little," she said.
Joy stepped into the tub and told the blonde waitress that she had a pair of small scissors in the medicine cabinet. Angie got them. "Lather up good-make the hairs nice and soft," she said. "Then sit at the edge of the tub."
As she rubbed soap over her hairy pussy, Joy tingled all over. She soaped up the hairs on the sides of her pussy lips, feeling them swell against her fingers.
"I'm really making myself horny," she chuckled as she stood up, thin rivulets of water running off her nipples and soaped-up pussy hair. She sat at the edge of the tub and spread her thighs.
"I'll take care of that a little later," Angie said, kneeling between Joy's legs. Placing a hand firmly over Joy's slit, she squeezed the brown-haired woman's labia together and delicately snipped away the hairs to the side of her right pussy lip.
"You're making it hard for me to keep still," Joy said, her voice unsteady. "The way you're holding my pussy...."
"Just another minute," Angie replied, cutting away the hairs to the side of her left labia. "There, you're showing more already. Now, let me do the top."
Using the comb she'd also taken from the cabinet, Angie ran it through Joy's pussy bush,
raising the stiff, wet dark-brown hairs. Starting at the top of her mound, she clipped away the thick hairs, then paused.
"Hmm, should it be a strip or a triangle?"
"Keep it a triangle," Joy replied. "Joe's used to that. "And you're right." She looked down at herself. "I am showing more, now."
"And you'll be delicious," Angie purred. She trimmed off another row of hair.
"I just thought of something," Joy said, watching as Angie cut away the hairs on the left side of her mound. "If Joe did come in, how would we hear him?"
Angie paused, holding the scissors just above Joy's cunt. "I don't know."
"Put on a towel," Joy suggested. "That way, it won't look so totally weird."
"Good idea," Angie replied, jumping up to wrap a large bath towel around herself, tying as loose a knot as possible at the top. She glanced at the mirror to make sure the towel left a bit of her ass exposed, then she knelt back down between Joy's legs and frowned at the stubble she'd left.
Just then, they heard the front door open. Joe called out, "Hi, I'm home." The two women looked at each other and winced as they heard his footsteps approach.
"Well, playtime's almost over," Joy said.
"Don't worry," Angie half-whispered. "We'll make up for it tomorrow night."
Then the bathroom door opened, and Joe charged in to stop short, his mouth hanging
open. Angie shrieked and dropped the scissors. She jumped to her feet, her towel momentarily flopping open.
Just enough to give him a glimpse of her pussy. Forcing herself to appear calm and unconcerned, Joy said, "Joe, this is Angie. My cousin's friend. Remember I told you about her?"
"Uh, yeah, ah, hi," Joe said, looking totally confused.
He and Tina had made a date for the following night, and he was half-hard from thinking about it. The sight of Angie's pussy made him fully erect, and he turned to one side to try to conceal his cock bulge.
"Angie's giving me a bikini trim," Joy explained. "I'm afraid to do it myself."
Joe stared hard at the blonde waitress. "Say, I've seen you. You work at Freddie's, right?"
"Yeah, I just started a couple of weeks ago," Angie replied. "Uh, I hope you don't mind...I've known Joy a long time."
"It's okay, except that I really have to piss," Joe said shyly.
"So?" Joy shrugged. "Go ahead and piss. Nobody's going to look at your weenie."
"Uh, okay." To his considerable relief, Joe felt his prick soften. Trying not to think about what he'd seen under the waitress's towel, he turned to the toilet and unzipped his fly. Angie knelt back down between Joy's legs, trimming the hairs to the left on her pussy mound.
"Are you going to shave it?" Joe asked. Angie turned and deliberately focused her gaze on his
prick. He caught her look, and she darted the tip of her tongue out at him.
"Yes, around the sides-not all of it," Angie replied, glancing at Joy to see if she'd noticed the exchange.
"Yeah, uh, that will look nice," Joe said. He finished relieving himself and shoved his prick back in his pants.
"Want to watch?" Joy grinned. "If Angie doesn't mind."
"I don't," Angie said. "I'll bet he's never seen this done, Joy," Angie said.
"No, uh, okay." Joe closed the lid of the toilet seat and sat down to watch as Angie carefully spread shaving cream on the sides of Joy's cunt mound and on either side of her labia.
"Just stay still," Angie said, delicately drawing Joy's lady's razor along the lines of shaving cream. Delicate white skin appeared in the razor's wake. Bit by bit, she shaved away the stubble, then wetted a corner of a towel.
Just before she pressed it to Joy's mound, Joy took it from her. "Thanks, Angie," she said, rubbing off the bits of hair and shaving cream. "Oh, I love the way it looks. Joe, see?"
She stood up, turning to her goggle-eyed husband. His fingers shook a little as he stared at his wife's freshly barbered privates. "Yeah, uh, it's fantastic. You did a good job," Angie.
Joy got back in the bathtub. Angie stood up, and the towel dropped off her. Taking just a second too long to cover herself, she let out a shriek and threw her arms over her breasts.
Jamming her thighs together, she turned away from him and quickly scooped up the towel. She fumbled deliberately, flashing as much of herself as she could before she got the towel back on.
"I'll leave you two alone," Joe said, darting quickly out of the bathroom. He practically ran to the kitchen in his haste to get a beer. The sight of the waitress's nudity filled his mind. Tearing the top off the can, he took a huge swig and tried to ignore the fact that his stiff prick was straining against the front of his pants.
In the bathroom, Angie yanked the towel off and started to climb into the tub.
"We can't," Joy said regretfully. "He's here...we don't have time, really, anyway."
"Okay," Angie sighed, gathering up her dress and pulling it on over her head. "But let's talk about tomorrow night."
"Yeah, we still haven't figured out what we're going to do. Just say, 'Hi, everybody, we're having a lesbian affair'?"
"That won't work too well," Angie said. "Let's get the conversation around to it, first.. .maybe talk about shaving pussies or something. Or a video.. .1 think I have one that will be just perfect. Anyway, finish your bath. I'll talk to Joe and make sure he doesn't think anything was weird."
"Probably not," Joy laughed. "He's great when it comes to working with his hands, but...."
Both women laughed, then Angie left the bathroom. Joe called to her as she approached
the kitchen and invited her to sit at the table.
"You really seem to know how to do that," he said. "Have you trained as a hairdresser or something?"
"I studied it a little, but that's not what I want to do," Angie said. "I'm at the community college here. Management studies, like that. Shaving's just sort of a hobby of mine."
Joe's eyebrows lifted at that, and for a moment, Joy thought she'd given away too much about herself. He merely grunted at her statement, though. He was "good with his hands, but," as Joy said, and besides, something else was on his mind.
An obviously sexual gleam flashed in his eyes. "You did a very nice job on yourself, Angie."
Doing her best to act embarrassed, she turned away. "Oh, you saw me," she said.
"Sorry, it was an accident." He sounded flustered.
Turning back to him sharply, Angie looked him in the eyes and grinned. "Good. I wanted you to." She blew him a kiss, then lowered a shoulder strap to expose a small, cone-shaped breast. Lust flashed in Joe's eyes, then he quickly turned to the doorway.
"We'll have to talk about this somewhere else," he said. "Cover up, okay?"
The fabric of her dress slid over Angie's tit as she pulled the shoulder strap back on. The bathroom door clicked open, and a towel-clad Joy emerged. "I put a little skin lotion on," she said
as she sat down at the table.
"Yeah, it'll be tender for a little while," Angie replied. "And you'll have to freshen it up every couple of weeks. I can do that, if you want. In fact, I can do yours while I freshen up mine-" Casting Joe an embarrassed glance, she quickly turned away.
A look of confusion spread over his face, and he got up to get another beer.
Joy laughed, "Just girl talk, honey. Don't mind us a bit."
CHAPTER SIX
"So, what will you be doing? Just staying in?" Mack Anderson asked his wife Sally the following day. He'd called her from a phone at a truck stop.
"Yeah. I'll be going over to Joy's for cards with the girls," Sally replied. "And we're going to hire some male prostitutes and have an orgy."
"Fucking funny," Mack chortled. "I guess, if the guys don't show up, you'll have to settle for just cards."
"Oh, they'll show up," Sally said slyly. "They know how hot we are."
"Well, I know how hot you are," Mack laughed. "Don't make me think about it-I still have three more days on the road."
"Oops, sorry," his wife replied. "Well, have a good night, Mack. I'm going to start getting ready."
Mack hung up and went back into the restaurant, a long, rectangular building. The counter, backed by the kitchen area, stretched along the rear wall, but not to the end. Another wall stood at a right angle to the counter, forming an alcove with tables and chairs.
And women. Usually, the roadside hookers Mack engaged looked like Sally, tall, lean, with high butt cheeks and small breasts. That night, he felt the need for something different. He was already a little horny when he called his wife, and the sex bug was biting him hard as he sauntered casually over to the alcove.
There was only one woman there, a brassy blonde who winked at him. Huge breasts strained against the white of her half-open blouse, and Mack could see a bit of the lace of her bra. Her hair, a mass of bleached curls, hung around her shoulders, and bright red lipstick coated her full, sensual lips. Her light-brown suede skirt stopped at mid-thigh. The red bandanna around her neck, the beaded hem of the skirt and her gaudily elaborate boots suggested the cowgirl look.
All his other hookers dressed plainly, ordinary dresses or jeans...like housewives. Mack felt excitement mix with his lust as he stepped up to her.
"You look like a cowboy," she said, crossing her legs and letting him get a glimpse of the blue of her panty crotch. "Want something to ride?"
"Oh, I need a good filly right now," Mack said, sitting down next to her and feeling his cock grow in his pants.
She leaned over to him, her blouse opening a bit more, and rested her hand on his thick arm. "You have a truck, right?" Mack nodded. "Good," she said, glancing around to make sure no one was trying to listen. "Well, I'm the filly you need, but you'll have to put on my feed bag."
"Okay," Mack said. "I've got plenty of 'oats' for you."
"Say fifty?" She placed her hands just under her tits.
"That's kind of a big feed," Mack said. "Shit, I've been paying-"
"Plain old gals who just lie there," she cut in. "Mister, I'll give you a hell of a ride. What's your name, anyway?"
"Mack," he replied, grinning.
She looked at him skeptically. "As good a name as any. At least, it's easy to remember. I'm Lucy."
He saw no point in telling her that his name really was Mack. Anyway, her name probably wasn't Lucy, either. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out two twenties and a ten and showed her the bills.
"Not here," she whispered, looking around nervously.
Mack quickly shoved the money into his back pocket. Telling him to wait five minutes, Lucy casually left the restaurant. From where he was sitting, Mack could see sideways down the counter. The two countermen paused to gaze at the swell of Lucy's buttocks, then turned back to their work.
Five minutes later, Mack got up and headed out. He paused at the doorway to glance at the counter. The countermen weren't paying any attention to him, and he stepped out. Lucy was waiting for him by the side of the restaurant building. He gestured to a large eighteen-wheeler
in the rear of the huge parking lot, and she headed towards it.
He watched her disappear into the darkness beyond the parking lot lights, then he headed quickly for his truck. She was standing by the cab, leaning against the door.
"I have a bed," he told her, leading her to the sleeping compartment. He climbed in first, then helped her up. He took the money out of his pocket as he closed the door behind them, and she secured the bills in her purse.
Lucy quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. "I said I give more, and I meant it," she purred, reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra.
The last hooker he'd hired didn't undress completely. She had a plain cotton dress on, and she pulled the top down and lifted the hem. The sex lasted all of five minutes, she lying quietly beneath him, her dress bunched up around her middle.
Lucy was different. Tossing her bra aside, she hefted her round, basketball-sized tits and pointed her long, fat brown nipples at him. "See? I strip." Letting go of her breasts, she unzipped the back of her skirt and let it drop to her feet.
Black pussy hairs crept out of the tight crotch of her blue panties. Grabbing the hem, she yanked them down, exposing a strip of black cunt hair, then she abruptly pulled them back up.
"Ah-ah. No fair. You have to get naked, too," she said, reaching for his belt.
Mack looked down to see her long fingers
undo his belt and the top of his pants. The cotton of his briefs grazed against his prick as she dragged them down, and his fat cock sprang to full erection.
"Nice and thick. A good mouthful," she murmured, plunking her panty-clad ass on his small bed.
Leaning forward, she kissed the tip of his dickhead. Mack unbuttoned his shirt, his hands shaking as he pulled it off. Wrapping her fingers around his stiff cockshaft, she made a circle with her lips and shoved the head into her mouth.
Mack recalled that he hadn't said anything about getting sucked. Usually, whores charged separately for each act.
Usually, whores didn't perform as enthusiastically as lovers.
Making small, murmuring sounds of delight, Lucy pulled his cock away and maintained her grip on it while she reached under the bed for her bag. Drawing out a condom, she expertly got it out of its packet and slipped it over his dick. Feeling a firestorm of lust rage through him, Mack shoved his hips forward and felt the damp heat of her mouth surround his condom-wrapped penis.
"I thought we were going to fuck," he said hoarsely. "This is great, but-"
She wiggled her head, wiggling his prick along with it. Clutching Mack's buttocks, she shoved her head forward and took the full length of his prick in her mouth. Mack tried to step back, but she spread his ass cheeks and slid her
hands down his crack.
The touch of her fingertip on his anus made him helpless with lust. Unable to protest, he leaned forward and gripped her naked shoulders as she tightened the grip of her mouth on his hard-on. Drawing in her cheeks, she began to suck hard, working her head back and forth. Mack groaned and felt his cum load ride into his cockshaft as she pushed her fingertip into his asshole.
Suck, mouth-stroke, suck, mouth-stroke... Mack let out an impassioned howl as his cum roared out of his cockhead, filling the tip of the rubber as his balls slapped against her chin. Giving his cock one last suck, Lucy opened her mouth wide and let it flop out.
Mack snapped off the rubber, tossed it into a wastebasket, then sat down on the bed with a sigh. "That was great," he said, breathing hard. "But I guess that's it, right? Kind of a lot just for mouth."
"Right," Lucy said, assuming a tone of mock seriousness. "It's way too much. I'd say twenty, tops. I'd never charge that much just for a suck."
"Well, so-" Mack began, gazing at her panty-covered crotch.
"So, I said I'd give you a lot, and I meant it," Lucy said. She slid to the edge of the bed, laid down on her back and raised her legs. 'To start, you can take my panties off."
"Making me work, huh?" Mack chuckled, seizing the hem of her panties and pulling them up her thighs. Although he'd just cum, he could
feel a familiar tingling in his soft cock as ass crack and pussy gash came into view.
"Do you like to lick girls?" Lucy purred, spreading her legs and lowering them on either side of him.
"Uh, yeah," Mack said, a look of amazement on his face. "But I've never-"
"Had a hooker who'd let you? Ever have a hooker who'd actually cum?" An impish grin spread across Lucy's round, pretty face. "Come on, help yourself. Dinner's on the table."
Lucy reached into her crotch and spread her pussy lips wide, revealing the moist, pink interior of her snatch. Mack flattened himself out on his stomach and slid between her legs, reaching for her huge boobs as he pressed his mouth against her cunt slit.
"Your hands feel good on my tits," Lucy said. "Ever tit-fuck your wife?"
Mack looked up at her as he was about to stick his tongue between her pussy lips. "How did you know I was married?"
"Oh, I don't know. You just sort of look married, I guess." The way he reacted to the condom was a giveaway. Also, the way he moved around her. She didn't say that, though. He was already mixed up over the way she was fulfilling her end of their bargain, and she saw no point in confusing him any further.
The real reason she was with him in the truck might be more than he could take.
Mack grunted an assent and put his mouth back on her twat. She raised her knees, leaning
the insides of her thighs against the sides of his head, humping at him as he thrust his tongue deep into her cunt. His fingers sank into the soft flesh of her tits, her large, stiff nipples pressing against his sweaty palms as her cunt lips swelled against his face.
"Give me some finger," she gasped at him. "And lick my clitty. You know where it is, right?"
Drawing his tongue out, Mack replied, "You said I was married." With that, he pressed his lips to the top of her pussy slit and took a hand off her breast to dip his fingers between her thighs. Her strip of black pussy hair left the top of her slit bare, so it was easy for him to find the protective sheath of skin over her love button.
Jamming two fingers together, he slid them between her pussy lips. The hot flesh of her pussy slithered around his fingers as he pushed them in, and the stiffness of her clitoris dug into his tongue. Her cunt lips swelled hard against his face and her cunt juice flooded out as he swirled his tongue tip around her love button.
Raising her legs, she crossed them over his back as she thrashed from side to side. Mack starting pumping his fingers, frigging her pussy hard as her love bud throbbed against his tongue. Caught in a frenzy of passion, he felt his cock grow under him as her arousal fluids continued to flood his face.
Finally, she cried out and dragged herself away from his fingers and tongue. Her breasts swayed from side to side as she breathed hard, pulling herself up to a sitting position.
For a moment, Mack looked at her as if he didn't know what he was seeing. Then his eyes widened, and a look of pure astonishment spread over his face as he realized what had just happened.
"You got off," he said, a note of wonder in his voice. "That wasn't faked-it couldn't have been. You really did cum!"
"I said I did, didn't I," Lucy purred. "Look, you're getting longer already, and I have plenty of rubbers. Why don't you just lie down and let me take care of you?"
Scarcely able to believe his incredibly good fortune, Mack stretched out on his back. Lucy got off the bed and stepped around to the foot, spreading his legs and kneeling between them. She took his cock between thumb and forefinger and lifted it up off his scrotum.
"Don't worry about a thing," she drawled. "We'll have this guy up and working in no time. Now, about that tit-fucking. Ever do it?"
"No, my wife's tits are kind of small," Mack replied.
"How about your girlfriend's?" Lucy asked teasingly.
"Girlfriend?" Mack looked at her question-ingly. "Oh. No, I don't really fuck around. It's just that driving all the time, being away from Sally-that's my wife-you know, I get horny and all. Hookers ain't like cheating, really. I mean, I'm paying for it."
"That does make sense," Lucy replied thoughtfully. "Anyway, let me show you."
Leaning down to him, she took hold of her right breast and pressed it against his cock and balls. "Doesn't that feel good?" she said.
"Incredible, fucking incredible," Mack grunted.
"Well, you're going to love this, then." Lucy slipped a hand under his scrotum and lifted it, leaning down at the same time. She pressed her stiff nipple against the wrinkled flesh, tracing the outline of his testicles. Releasing her hold on his balls, she lifted his semi-hard dick again and pressed her nipple against the tiny slit in the head.
His cock started growing longer in her grip. Releasing it, she took hold of her other breast and jammed both nipples against the base of his cockshaft. Pressing hard, she dragged them to the head. His cock crawled up to full erection, and she tightly squeezed it between her boobs. Mack thrust his ass up, making his cockhead pop up from between the two mounds of flesh. Ducking her head down, she rubbed her lips over his dick-head and swirled her tongue around.
"You're all set, " she murmured, lifting herself up and leaving his hard cock bobbing around in his crotch as she reached for her bag again. She fished out another condom, opened it and slipped it over his hard-on.
"You ride me, or 1 ride you?" she asked.
"Want to get on top?" Mack asked hopefully. That was one position that Sally wasn't too fond of, and one that no other hooker would consider. He'd wanted something different, and he was getting it in a weird, incredible way. For a
moment, he thought that it was maybe too strange, then Lucy straddled his hips and took hold of his sheathed hard-on.
"In we go," she said in a sing-song tone, skillfully tucking his cockhead between her cunt lips. Tightening her grip on the base of his cockshaft, she pushed down with her hips. Mack gripped the sheets, tilting his head back and groaning as her cunt slid down over his stiff dick.
He felt gentle pressure on the top of his thighs, her butt cheeks settling down on him as her strip of pussy hair grazed his cock hair. Leaning forward, she pressed her hands firmly against his chest, her nipples brushing against his chest hair. Peeling his fingers off the crumpled sheet, Mack seized her breasts, palms to nipples.
"Oh, I love having a prick in me," she cried out, her face a mask of ecstasy as she circled her hips.
Mack flicked his half-closed eyes wide open and stared up at her. Her outcry distracted him momentarily, and the feeling that something was not quite right came back to him. Her eyes were closed, her head was tilted back. Could she actually be enjoying it? Before he could think any further, she squeezed her internal pussy muscles tightly around his condom-clad dick.
He'd let go of her tits and lay flat on his back, again gripping the sheets as he felt her pussy move around his sheathed prick. Incredible waves of sensation roared through him. Then wetness formed around the base of his cock, dampening the thick hairs sticking out from the
rim of the condom, and her cunt churned even more madly.
Lucy was cumming, but the haze of lust that had enveloped Mack made it impossible for him to think about the way she was acting. He thought he could feel her slow down, then stop...his thoughts became clearer when Lucy straightened up, his cock still firmly in her cunt.
"Just let me have one more," she said. "Then you can get on top, okay?"
"One more?" Mack asked, totally confused.
"Orgasm, silly. Didn't you notice I was getting off?"
"Ah, I, uh, thought you were. But that's not."
"I'd said I'd give you more, didn't I?" Lucy
interrupted. "So, just enjoy. I'm ready to go
again."
With that, she leaned over and clenched her pussy muscles around his cockshaft again. This time, she used his cock like a sex toy, her fingers wrapped around the shaft while she rubbed the head over her G spot. She came quickly, leaping up off his prick as more of her cunt juice soaked his cock hair and balls.
Pausing only for a second, Lucy flipped over on her back. "Come on, climb on board," she said. "Besides, it's crowded in here."
Her bare side was at the very edge of the small bunk bed, and Mack was pressed against the wall. Gratefully, he turned over on top of her, seized his prick and shoved the head into her slit. He slid in rapidly, feeling his long-withheld climax slowly unfold. Then spurt after spurt of cum filled
the condom, and the small bed creaked dangerously as his balls touched her slit.
Exhaustion and total satisfaction settled over him as his orgasm dwindled. He dragged his cock out slowly, and Lucy leaped off the bed as he pulled off the condom. Lying flat on the bed, he watched her step into her panties and pull her bra over her breasts. Blouse and skirt followed, and Lucy blew him a kiss as she stepped out of the truck.
Mack put his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling, wondering if he'd gotten a five-hundred-dollar job for fifty bucks.
The following evening, Friday, Angie Allen arrived at Joy Salter's house at six. Glowing with excitement, she rushed into the kitchen and plunked down a large carry-all bag on the table.
"Three tapes," she said. "And one's a shaving video. The other two are strictly girl-girl."
Joy picked up one of the tapes, looked at the box cover and nodded approvingly. "These look...." She paused as she contemplated a group shot of nearly naked women. "Yeah, I guess these will be okay."
Angie understood that the depiction turned Joy on, but she knew enough not to say anything. Instead, she asked, "Are you feeling a little nervous?"
"Yeah, a little," Joy shrugged. "Have you figured out what you're going to do?"
Angie smiled. "First of all, nothing. We'll just share a couch and turn on the films, then we'll let
the talk turn to shaving and girl-girl stuff. Little by little, we'll let them know "
"Relax them into it, right?" Joy said hopefully.
Angie nodded. "I'm sure they won't freak or anything. You've had your little college fling. Are you that sure Marie and Sally haven't?"
"No, but Sally hinted at it a couple of times," Joy said.
"Great, that'll make things even easier."
Angie helped Joy prepare the snacks for the evening. Around seven, Marie Joseph arrived. "Hi, Fred will be on the road all weekend, poor guy," she announced.
"Hi, Marie," Joy said. Angie stepped out of the kitchen, and Joy introduced her. About fifteen minutes later, Sally showed up, grinning. "I brought a lesbian tape," she grinned, pulling a brightly colored videotape box out of her bag and waving it around. Seeing the blonde waitress, she said, "Hi, you're Angie, right? I'm Sally."
In the living room, they ate and drank beer. Angie talked a bit about her work in the diner, and Sally mentioned that her truck driver husband was out of town.
"So, we're a deserted wives club," Marie chortled. "How about you, Angie?"
"I'm not a wife. Won't be for a while," Angie said. "Of course, I could use some company, anyway."
"Hey, a knockout like you with no boyfriend?" Sally laughed. Angie couldn't be sure, but it seemed to her that Sally was furtively trying to peek up under her short skirt.
Well, she'd see plenty before the evening was finished.
Angie replied, "Oh, nothing serious."
"Just a couple of casual fucks?" Marie asked.
"Yeah, that's it," Angie said. "Relieves the tension, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, do we," Joy laughed. "Anyway, about relieving tension, Angie's brought some tapes. Put one on, okay?"
"Hmm," Angie mused. "How about we start with the shaving video?"
"Shaving? Who wants to see some woman shave her legs?" Marie queried.
"Oh, shit, Marie," Sally said, a note of exasperation in her voice. "It's not legs, for fuck's sake!"
"You mean-" Marie began.
"Cunts, my dear," Joy said airily.
"Ooh, yeah, I heard about that," Marie said. "You have that on tape?
"Uh-huh." Angie reached into her bag, which she'd retrieved from the kitchen table, and pulled out a garishly colored videotape box. Waving it around, she said, "This is two girls, shaving each other. Then they you-know-what."
"No guys in this one?" Sally asked. "No pricks to look at?"
Angie shook her head. "No, plenty of cunts, though. And you can see everything." The blonde waitress anxiously watched Sally's face. There was no sign of disapproval, just curiosity. A glance at Marie's face showed the same. Inwardly relieved, she popped the tape into the
VCR.
'"Oh, wait," Marie said. "We usually put the lights out. We, uh-"
"Play with ourselves while we watch," Sally finished for her. "So, we keep it kind of private."
"But it's two girls," Joy interjected. "What are you going to get off on?"
Both women shrugged. "Maybe we'll get excited," Sally laughed.
Joy got up and clicked off the lights. Angie clicked on the VCR, then reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties with one hand, keeping her skirt pulled down with her other. There was a rustle of cloth as Sally pulled down her jeans, cursing as she stumbled and fell back on her couch.
"Oh, fuck this," she muttered rather mannishly. She yanked her feet out of her bunched-up pants and underpants and pushed the garments aside. Marie, meanwhile, had bundled her short dress up around her waist. She was leaning back on the opposite end of Sally's couch, her white panties knotted up around her ankles.
After the credits, the scene opened on two young women, a redhead and a brunette. They were both fully dressed, sitting on a sofa. The camera focused in on the redhead, and she introduced herself as Diana. The brunette's name was Cherry. Diana announced that they were going to shave each other, and the camera followed them as they headed to a large bathroom with a ridiculously oversized bathtub.
From the light given off by the television set,
Angie could see the movements of the women's hands on themselves. It seemed to her that the movements got a bit more rapid when the redhead's small tits came into view. By the time both women were naked, soft, wet sounds were coming from Marie and Sally's couch.
Were they turned on? Wondering, Angie let her fingers drift out of her pussy. Could it possibly be this easy? She'd been expecting anything, even total disaster...but they were pumping away like they were watching a man-woman couple.
On the tape, the brunette was first to be shaved. There was a close-up of her pussy slit, and it seemed to Angie that the wet sounds grew a little louder. She tried to tell herself it was just her wishful thinking, but it just didn't seem that way. Slowly, the redhead lathered up the brunette's rather copious pussy bush. The camera was positioned so that there was a good side view of the redhead's small breasts as well as a full view of the brunette's shaving cream-covered pussy. A creaking sound came from Sally and Marie's couch, one or both of them shifting around.
That couldn't be her imagination, Angie realized. They were turned on. Resisting an urge to frig herself to a loud orgasm, she drew her fingers out of her pussy, tugged down her skirt and turned her attention back to the television.
With slow, even strokes, the redhead shaved the brunette's cunt hair, starting at the top of her mound and baring more and more skin. She
turned her wrist carefully at the top of the brunette's slit, shaving all the wrinkled private flesh bare.
Joy had her hand in her pants, her palm flat against her pussy, and her cunt lips swelled as she realized that the scene on the tape was like what she and Angie had done earlier. She glanced over at the blonde waitress, disappointed to see that Angie had pulled her skirt back down. It was so tempting to reach over and...but she didn't want to rush things.
How were Sally and Marie taking it? Pumping away, Joy noticed for the first time. She breathed a silent sigh of relief. If they were receptive to girl-girl sex on tape, what about in the flesh?
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Wow, you can see everything," Marie gasped, leaning forward and jerking her fingers out of her cunt.
The television screen was filled with a close-up of the brunette's completely denuded snatch. Every fold and wrinkle, her clit and a bit of the pink interior was clearly visible.
"Yeah," Sally seconded, her voice heavy with lust. "It looks incredible. I wonder how it feels, though."
"Even more incredible," Angie murmured, careful not to look at either Sally or Marie. Sally started to say something, then the brunette took hold of the shaving cream can and the redhead got into the tub. Her pussy hair was a wild tangle of red strands going off in all directions. Finger on her chin, the brunette contemplated her partner's pussy, her expression that of a doctor observing a patient. Trying to sound serious but unable to suppress a giggle, the brunette said she'd have to give the redhead's bush a trim.
From somewhere off-camera, the brunette produced a pair of scissors and proceeded to snip off the loose strands. When the redhead's pussy
was trimmed down to sort of a triangle, the brunette spread shaving cream over her mound. With the same slow strokes, the brunette shaved away the redhead's pussy hair until both women were completely hairless. Angie couldn't help putting her hand back on her cunt at the sight of two shaved pussies standing side by side.
Marie said, "Now they're going to get into it, right?"
"Right. They're both irresistible, now," Angie commented.
Sally responded with a grunt, and there was a plopping sound as she dragged her fingers out of her pussy. On the television screen, the brunette sat on the toilet seat, her legs spread wide. The redhead knelt before her, and the camera zoomed in on the redhead's tongue as it touched the brunette's hairy slit.
Marie made a soft, murmuring sound. Sally said, "Angie, what did you mean when you said it felt wonderful?"
"Well, just that," Angie said. "You know what 'feels wonderful' means, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, that's not what I meant to ask. Uh, how do you know?"
"I know because I shave mine regularly. Needs a trim every couple of weeks or so," Angie replied, as casually as if she was mentioning an item on the diner menu.
Marie and Sally gasped in chorus. "You really did it?" Marie said, a note of wonder in her voice.
"I sure as hell did-still do," Angie replied. "Joy, if you'll put those lights on, I'll show you."
"Is that okay with everybody?" Joy asked. It was almost time for the big revelation, and she couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
"Yeah, I want to see this," Sally said.
"Me, too," Marie added.
Joy flicked the room lights on. Angie stepped in front of Marie and Sally's couch, seized the hem of her skirt and pulled it up. "Just like the tape," Sally marveled. "You can see everything."
"Yeah, there's your clit," Marie said, pointing to the top of Angie's cunt slit. "Is sex really good that way?"
"Hmm, yeah, you can see a cock go in...and oral, wow. It's great, and it's great giving it. Right, Joy?"
Angie's confident tone quelled Joy's nervousness. "Oh, you bet."
Puzzled looks appeared on the faces of Sally and Marie. "Are you shaved, too?" Marie asked. "What do you mean by 'giving'?" Sally asked.
"No, Angie just trimmed it for me a little," Joy said, standing up and pulling down pants and panties. "See? It's a nice strip, and everything's right there." She pointed to her exposed labia.
"Uh, Angie did that?" Marie queried.
"Sure. Who else would you trust that to, except another woman?" Joy replied.
"That's right," Sally said, frowning a little. "But there's one thing missing here, what Joy meant by 'giving.'"
"I mean," Joy said quietly, "that it's so delightful to lick a shaved cunt."
Before either woman could say a word, Angie
cut in, "Look at the TV. There's something else a shaved pussy is good for."
The scene had moved from the bathroom to a bedroom. The brunette was flat on her back, and the redhead was crawling on all fours between the brunette's legs. Rather than duck her head down to eat her out, the redhead stretched over the brunette's body. The camera zoomed in on the brunette's bare slit as the redhead lowered her pussy over it.
Again, Marie and Sally gasped as the two women's private flesh merged. "You can actually get off that way," Angie commented. "When there's a lot of hair around, it's hard to go clit to clit."
Joy kicked her pants off and took her seat on the couch, this time sitting quite close to Angie. Sally and Marie were absorbed in the scene on the television, so they didn't notice Angie's hand slipping between Joy's thighs. Joy glanced at the other two women, then walked her fingers over Angie's thigh and into her crotch.
Angie hissed sharply as Joy's fingers touched her slit. Throwing her legs apart, the blonde waitress leaned back. Joy did the same, letting out a little cry at the feel of Angie's fingers sliding into her pussy. The warm wetness of Angie's cunt enveloped Joy's fingers, and they started to settle into a steady rhythm of humping.
The tape ended just then, and Joy drew her cunt juice-wet fingers out of Angie's pussy. Marie and Sally were gazing idly at the phone sex ads following the tape and didn't see Joy get up.
When Joy flicked on the lights, they yelped in surprise and moved to cover themselves.
"Did a strange guy just walk in?" Angie asked, keeping her lower body bare and her legs spread as she looked around.
"Uh, why?" Sally asked, parting her hands slightly to reveal a bit of her dark brown pussy hair.
"Well, everybody's so shy, all of a sudden," Angie said. "Except Joy."
She gestured to the auburn-haired woman, who was stepping back to their couch. Like Angie, her lower body was bare and she made no attempt to cover her freshly trimmed pussy mound.
"Oh!" Marie's eyes widened, and her hands dropped to her sides. She looked down at her twat, covered herself up again, glanced at Angie's cunt, then Joy's, then limply dropped her hands to her sides. "That's true," she said hesitantly. "It's just us...girls." She took another quick look at Angie's wide-open snatch, then quickly turned her eyes away.
"Hmm! Looks like I'm the only one who's 'dressed,'" Sally said, uncovering herself and leaning back. She let her legs drop apart slightly.
Marie kept her thighs together, but she made no attempt to cover herself. Angie popped another of the tapes she brought into the VCR, and Joy noticed that both Marie and Sally were watching the sway of her bare buttocks as the blonde waitress stepped over to the television.
"Anyone mind if we leave the lights on?"
Angie asked. "We can compare jerk off techniques." It was a struggle for the blonde waitress to sound casual, since she was trembling inwardly with excitement. Three cunts to look at, three women masturbating beside herself.
"Uh, we might as well," Marie said. Sally shrugged a reluctant agreement, and Joy started the tape. The first scene opened on a shower room. Three naked women trooped in, and, at first, it looked like they were going to just shower and leave. Then the tallest, a thin blonde with tiny breasts and almost no pussy hair, turned to a much shorter brown-haired woman and started soaping her back.
Soon, all three women were washing each other, then the brown-haired woman dropped to her knees in front of the tall blonde. As she pressed her lips to the blonde's slit, the other woman knelt behind the blonde and spread her ass cheeks.
"Damn, she's licking her asshole, too," Marie gasped, unconsciously letting her thighs drop apart.
"Rimming's really cool," Angie purred.
"Your guys do that?" Sally asked, spreading her cunt lips with two fingers without looking at Angie."
"A couple of them have-you know how shitty guys can be about oral sex."
"Yeah, it took a little work before I got Fred to eat my pussy," Marie said. "Now, he loves it."
Smiling slyly, Angie asked, "Does he do a good job?"
"Well," Marie shrugged, "he gets me off, anyway."
"I guess that's good enough," Angie commented, then continued, "Yeah, a lot of guys don't like to eat pussy, either. But all the girls I've been with have licked me everywhere. Like I think I said, it takes a woman to do a really good job at that."
There was no way either Sally or Marie could gloss over this third allusion to bisexuality. Sounding unsure of herself for the first time since Joy had known her, Sally said, "Like what you said before...you've done it with women?"
"Uh-huh," Angie said, feeling suddenly quite calm. "It's really great. I like guys, too, but I also like to play with a pair of tits and a pussy."
Marie stared at her, her eyes wide. Sally's expression was one of surprise and curiosity. "Joy," Sally said, "You mentioned something before about a shaved pussy...." she let her words trail off.
"Yes, I mentioned that I love licking it," Joy replied, gripping the edge of the couch to keep her fingers from shaking. Glancing at Angie's cunt, she continued, "I mean, this one."
Marie leaned forward, squinting at her. Joy sat back a little, staring at both women contemplatively. Marie asked, breathlessly, "You guys have really, really...gotten it on?"
Angie started to answer, but Joy rested a hand on her bare thigh. "Yes, we really, really have." At that, Angie grabbed Joy's wrist and put Joy's hand firmly over her pussy. "You've never
played around with another woman, right?"
Marie turned away, blushing a little. Sally cast her a puzzled look, then frowned. "What the fuck are you so embarrassed about?" There was a note of anger in her voice. "Joy and Angie just said it right out, they fucked each other. So what if you've also played with a pussy? Me, I have, a long time ago."
"Yeah, it's stupid to be upset," Marie sighed. "It looks like we've all done it lezzie at one time or another."
Pressing down on Joy's cunt lips, Angie began to stroke slowly, her slender fingers making barely perceptible up-and-down movements. "So, Sally, what was your thing like? Let's exchange stories. That okay with you, Marie?" Angie asked.
The petite brunette smiled. "Okay, as long as Sally goes first."
Throwing a leg over an arm of the couch, Sally lazily covered her open slit with one hand and threw her other arm over the back of the couch. "It was just fingers. I guess that counts, right?"
"Sure, if you liked it," Angie answered. "That's what counts."
"Well...." Sally hesitated a little, turning her face away. "She was my cousin...that's kind of, you know...."
"Weird?" Angie replied. "I don't know. Does it really matter?"
Sally smiled and shrugged. "Anyway, we were over at her place for her eighteenth birthday, and I stayed over and slept in her room."
"Already sounds delicious," Angie murmured, turning her wrist to dip a finger into Joy's cunt slit.
"Let her tell the story," Marie complained, a bit too urgently.
A glance at her told Joy that she was intensely interested. Marie had taken her hand from her cunt and rested her hand on her thigh. Her fingers glistened with her pussy juice.
Sally continued, "We were always good friends, and we'd had sleep-overs before. Gwen -she's my cousin-had smuggled a couple of gay guy's magazines into her room, and as soon as our folks went to bed, she got them out of where she'd been hiding them and we settled down to look at pricks."
"What were you wearing?" Angie prompted.
"Short nightgowns-baby dolls," Sally replied. "We got hornier and hornier as we looked at the guys, and Gwen started rubbing herself through her panties. I was pretty horny myself, so I started rubbing my own pussy. I don't remember exactly how, but we got our panties off and were playing with ourselves bare.
"Gwen's other magazine had action shots, and that gave us the idea to play with each other."
"You mean, you just plunged in and started, uh, doing it?" Joy queried.
"No, it was like a joke, at first," Sally said. "She touched me with a fingertip, and I squealed and jumped away from her. Then I charged back and touched her, right on her clit by accident. She stopped grinning, and a different kind of look
came over her face. Quietly, like she didn't believe it herself, she told me that it felt really good.
"I touched her there again, and she flopped down on her back, telling me to touch her pussy all over. I really liked the way it felt, all those wrinkles and folds. She was really wet, and I think her lips swelled a little. I don't know how it happened, I guess she moved the wrong way or something, but my finger slid right in, if you know what I mean.
"She really went nuts then, gripping my hand with her thighs and sort of moaning and telling me not to stop. I swear, I was so dumb back then, 1 was afraid she was having some kind of seizure, the way she was thrashing around. So, I jerked my hand out and wondered if I should call an ambulance. Luckily, she recovered in time to tell me that she'd just had a massive orgasm."
"Yeah, it's weird how total pleasure can look like pain," Marie remarked. "So, did she do you?"
"Uh-huh." Sally smiled at the memory. "First, she touched my clit. I wasn't sure if I'd like it, but after that, I loved it. She played around more than I did, you know, pulling at my lips and stuff. Then she slid her fingers in, and I got off really good."
"Did you do it again after that?" Angie asked, unconsciously licking her lips.
"Well, we did each other at the same time that night, but no, we never got together after that."
"Where's your cousin now?" Joy asked.
"Maybe we could-"
"Nah, she's three thousand miles away. Married, like most of us. I don't know if she'd even want to remember...I'm okay about it, though, so I guess she is, too."
"It's hard to tell how people will take to this," Angie said.
"Yeah, that's why I hadn't said anything before," Joy added. "I'm happy you're so cool about it."
"I don't think it's wrong or anything," Marie said. "It's just so...different, that's all."
"Do you think it's like cheating?" Joy asked slyly.
"Uh, yeah, I guess so." Marie looked puzzled.
"Oh, bullshit," Sally snorted, flicking a fingertip between her pussy lips. "We all cheat, honey. Besides, a lot of people will say it doesn't count if it's with a girl."
Joy was so grateful they were taking her revelation in stride, she didn't notice that a fundamental rule of their get-togethers had been broken. Sally came out and said she cheated, a subject they'd avoided in the past.
Angie, of course, wasn't aware that there had been such a restriction. "Ooh, you guys cheat? Well, I don't but-"
"Oh, more bullshit," Sally cut in. "You said you weren't serious, so how the fuck could it be cheating?"
"I guess I'm just sort of practicing," the blonde waitress answered. "Anyway, my top is hot."
They all laughed. Drawing her fingers out of Joy's snatch, Angie unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off. She turned sideways, revealing her nude profile, and draped the blouse over the back of her couch.
Sally and Marie gazed silently at her naked form as she sat back down. Joy glanced at Angie's small cones of breasts and said, "She has the smallest tits in the room."
"You think so?" Angie questioned, looking down at her tits. "They are kind of small...I can't even lick myself." Bending her head till her chin touched her collarbone, she stuck her tongue out as far as it could go. The tip stopped well above her right nipple.
Marie giggled. "I guess you need someone to do that for you."
"Not me," Joy said, pulling off her top. Turning her back to Angie, she said, "Unhook me, okay?"
Sally and Marie watched the waitress's long fingers as she parted Joy's bra strap, moving deliberately slow. She made a grand performance out of pulling down the shoulder straps. Joy lifted her arms out of them, and Angie slowly peeled the cups off Joy's large, round breasts.
Sliding a hand under her right breast, she lifted it and bent her head as Angie had. Sticking out her tongue, she touched the tip to her nipple and shuddered with delight.
"Come on," she said to Sally and Marie. "You've never done this?" She ran her tongue tip around her areola.
"I think I can," Marie said, a hint of shyness in her tone. "Uh, just a minute." Standing up, she turned around and pulled off her sweater. Her small bra came next, and she cupped the round ends of her hanging, pear-shaped tits in her palms as she turned back to them.
"Come on, let's see," Angie urged.
Marie dropped her arms to her sides, looking down at her naked tits and cunt. Joy noticed that Sally was staring at her intently.
"With these, it's easy," Marie chuckled, lifting a breast. She easily got her tongue on her nipple and managed to get her lips around it. She rolled her eyes, then her tit dropped out of her mouth as she laughed. "Yes, it feels fantastic," she said.
Her momentary shyness had evaporated. Sally sighed, "Well, I guess I'm next," and pulled off her top. Her bra dropped to her lap, revealing her small, round tits. "No way I can lick these," she said.
"Hey, maybe I'm not the smallest." Angie leaned forward, scrutinizing Sally's small boobs. "Want to compare?"
"I'd say that Sally is second smallest," Joy offered.
"Ooh, I'd say you're udderly right," Marie quipped. "And guess who's biggest?" She grinned at Joy's large tits, which jiggled with every move Joy made.
"Come over here," Angie urged Sally. "Let's measure."
The naked, brown-haired woman sauntered over to Joy and Angie's couch. Resting a hand on
Angie's thigh, Sally leaned over, positioning her tit next to the blonde waitress's. Marie got on the opposite side, startling Sally and making her slip. Her small round breast pressed against Angie's diminutive white cone, and Sally's hand slipped between Angie's thighs.
"Oops!" Sally jerked her hand back and straightened up. "I touched your pussy," she said. "Sorry, I-"
"It's okay, it felt good," Angie assured her. "Anyway, your tit is just a little bigger. Right?" She glanced at Joy and Marie, who both nodded agreement.
"You know," Joy said, "we forgot about the tape."
"It's okay," Angie said. "I put it on pause." Picking up the remote, she rewound to the shower scene. "This is about a girls-only resort," Angie commented. "No cocks in it. Sorry."
The next scene opened on a small one-room cabin with a huge bed. One of the women they'd seen in the shower was lying naked on the bed, her eyes on another woman who was bending over a dresser drawer. She pulled out something with leather straps dangling from it, then a long, black object.
"Is that a dildo?" Marie asked.
"No, it's a pickle," Sally answered sarcastically.
"I used a pickle to practice cocksucking," Angie commented.
"Oh? Why not a banana, like the rest of us?" Sally asked.
"The peel feels so slimy," Angie explained. "Pickles have those little bumps-it's more like the real thing."
"Hey, look," Marie said, pointing at the television. "She's wearing it."
The woman had attached the dildo to the harness and was climbing up on the bed, the fake cock bobbing around as she got on her knees between the other woman's legs.
"See?" Angie chortled. "Women can fuck, too."
Sally and Marie's eyes widened as they watched the woman with the dildo rub the hard rubber head over the other woman's cunt flesh. "Just like a guy would," Marie breathed. "Just like you hope he would," Sally rasped back.
"Come on, watch this," Joy said impatiently. Glancing at the blonde waitress's bag, she began to wonder what else beside tapes she'd brought.
The camera zoomed in at the place where the dildo head was slipping between the supine woman's cunt lips. She moaned softly, reaching for the other woman's tits as the dildo slid home.
"I have to say it," Sally mentioned quietly. "This is hot stuff. What the hell, though. We've already said that we've done something like it."
"Yeah...I wonder what it would feel like to wear one of those," Marie speculated.
"It feels great," Angie promptly answered.
Turning a skeptical eye to the blonde, bald-beavered waitress, Joy asked, "Are you trying to tell us you brought a little something?"
Angie tried and failed to look abashed.
"Really, yeah." She reached into the bag and pulled out a dildo harness, and tossed it on the couch between her and Joy. At the sight of it, Marie and Sally jumped as if it was a live snake.
"Wow, where did you get that?" Sally stared as if she couldn't believe her eyes.
Marie just sat open-mouthed. Reaching into the bag, Angie said, "And this goes with it." With a grand flourish, she pulled out a long, lean black dildo. At one end was a perfect model of a cockhead, and at the other was an attachment for fitting into the socket in the harness and a model of two small, hard-rubber testicles.
Joy reached behind Angie's naked back and picked up the remote, clicking the tape on pause. On the screen, the woman wearing the dildo was frozen in mid-stroke, half the dildo in the other woman's pussy.
It made an incredibly erotic backdrop for what was happening in the room.
"It's not just for two people," Angie explained. "You can use it on yourself. Look." Leaning back, she put her feet up on the edge of the couch and spread her thighs. Sally mumbled something and leaned back on her couch, dropping a hand down to her crotch. Marie's gaze drifted from the dildo harness to Angie's wide-open pussy.
The blonde waitress pursed her lips and pressed the dildo head to them, then opened her mouth just enough to take it in. The hard rubber head and a bit of shaft slipped between her lips, and she made a loud sucking sound.
"This is how you can give your girlfriend a
blow job," she giggled, jerking the now-wet dildo head out from between her lips. "And this is another way to have fun with yourself."
She pressed the dildo head to a pink-tipped cone of a breast and slowly worked it around her pale-brown areola. "This is the only way...." she began, then looked up at Joy and Marie. "Hey, have you guys ever tit-fucked?"
"Yeah, you're both built for it," Sally interjected. "Me, no."
"Well, you know I haven't, either. But I saw it in a video, and I watched a friend do it when we were at an orgy. Anyway, you take your boobs and get his cock between-"
"Uh, wait a minute," Sally said, sounding a bit flustered. "Did you just say, 'orgy?'"
"Yeah. I think I told you I go to this community college. They said I should meet people who share my interests...so, I did."
"Do those things really happen?" Marie asked. "I heard about them in those papers, but-"
"Yes, they do," Sally insisted. "Did I ever mention what happened to my Aunt Gloria?"
"Ooh, yeah," Marie said. "But tell us again."
"Well, my cousin Charlene is really wild-not like me, I'm more just raunchy-and one weekend, she thought she'd have the house to herself. Aunt Gloria's trip got canceled while she was at the airport, and she came back to find her living room full of naked people who were doing all kinds of fucking."
"Eeesh," Angie said, gritting her teeth. "I guess she got really upset, huh?"
"That's the really weird part," Sally said. "She just called Charlene to one side and made sure they were all using rubbers. Then she went to bed like nothing was wrong."
"That's lucky, I guess," Angie said wistfully. "My folks would have a major shit fit and probably call the police."
"So, you've been to a lot of orgies?" Marie inquired.
"No, just one, so far. That one last summer I mentioned. We had an estate, and the guy's folks were in Asia or somewhere. It was like this really hot day, and we were fucking all over the grounds."
"Did you keep count? You know," Sally winked.
"I tried to, but I lost count after the third dick and the fourth pussy. I think-"
"Wait a minute," Joy interrupted. "What happened to showing us what to do with the dildo?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Oh, yeah," Angie said, looking down at the dildo, which was lying across her bare thighs. Picking it up, she put the head back on her tit. "You can get your nips all nice and stiff like this. See how mine are growing?" She leaned forward to give them a better view of her lengthening pink nipples. Swooping the dildo downward, she continued, "And when you have yourself all nice and tingly, you can start playing with your pussy."
Sally murmured appreciatively as the blonde waitress circled her clearly visible sheathed clitoris. A bit of moisture appeared on her bald lips.
"I've done that with a vibrator," Marie said quietly.
"Hey!" Sally sat straight up, tearing her eyes away from the delicious sight of Angie's depilated pussy. "You never told us your lesbian story. Come on, now."
"Let's watch some more dildo stuff, first," Joy urged. "Then we can tell stories."
They turned back to Angie, who had nudged aside the sheath of skin over her love button. She
applied the very tip of the dildo head to her clit, then she hissed and jerked back sharply.
'That one is almost too good," she said, a bit breathlessly. "Now, when someone tells you to go fuck yourself, watch."
Leaning back more and spreading her thighs wider, she turned her wrist so that the dildo head was pointing directly at her cunt slit. Slowly, she brought the head between her lips, then tucked it in with a flick of her wrist.
"Now, you just take it in nice and slow. Like...." She jerked her wrist, and the dildo slid into her pussy. "I'm really wet already, that's why I didn't have to lube it up a lot," Angie advised.
"That makes sense," Sally said. "You have to be careful, even with a real cock."
Angie nodded and began to work the dildo in and out. "Would you mind if I made myself cum right now?"
"Sure, go ahead," Sally said, a bit uncertainly.
"Can I help?" Joy asked. "Let me do this part." She pointed to Angie's clit.
"Sure," Angie said. Joy reached into her crotch and positioned two fingers around the top of the blonde's bare clit slit. "Oh, uh-" Marie began.
Nudging Marie's knee with hers, Sally said, "Shut up, please. I like what they're doing, and if you don't...hey, complain and I'll grab your pussy."
Objecting was the last thing Marie had in mind. She was actually going to ask if she could do that a little, too. Woman-to-woman sex was a secret fantasy of hers, and watching Joy and
Angie's open performance erased any inhibitions she had about acting that fantasy out. Beside Joy and Angie's being open, Sally was so casual...no one here would condemn her for it.
And Sally's naked body was looking more and more attractive. Let's see how casual Sally is, she thought, then said, "Oh, yeah? Sally, you wouldn't dare!"
"What do you mean I-" Sally was interrupted by a loud moan from Angie. The blonde had thrown her head back and closed her eyes. A grinning Joy was making slight, jerky movements with the fingers she had on Angie's love button, and Angie was pumping the dildo furiously in and out. Wet, sloppy sounds came from where dildo rubber met cunt flesh.
"Well, she's enjoying herself," Sally declared. "Now, what were you saying? I wouldn't what?"
"Dare," Marie replied tartly. "You wouldn't dare touch my pussy. You act like you're taking it all in stride, but you're just a big chicken."
Angie let out a loud gasp just then, and wailed at Joy to take her hand away. There was a squishing sound as she drew the dildo out of her pussy, and the room filled with the scent of her heat.
"Not only will I grab your cunt," Sally stated loudly, "I'll shove a tit in your mouth and make you suck it!"
"Oh, bullshit, that's something I know you're too chicken to do," Marie said. "Look, here I am."
She slid forward until she was half-lying on her back and spread her legs, pointing to her
cunt.
"Oh, you're asking for it," Sally said. "All you have to do is complain about Joy and Angie, and I'll show you what I won't dare do!"
"Well, I will complain," Marie pouted, doing her best to act like she was genuinely piqued and not incredibly turned on. In less than a minute, Sally would.... "I think it was very naughty, and right in front of us, yet."
"That's it," Sally said, slapping her hand on the couch, trying to act like someone who was outraged. She was aching to touch Marie's sex, but she felt hesitant until Marie started teasing her. Sliding over forcefully, she jammed her thigh against Marie's, took hold of a small breast and jammed it against Marie's mouth.
Marie parted her lips and felt Sally's nipple touch her tongue as the brown-haired woman shoved a hand into her crotch. Turning her wrist, she clamped her palm and fingers firmly over Marie's snatch.
"Now you're going to suck my tit until it's been sucked enough," Sally stated. "Then I'm going to hold your pussy until you tell us what naughty things you did with a girl."
Marie murmured gratefully and tightened the grip of her lips. Spreading her legs more, she lifted one foot and planted it on the couch. Sally slid her hand up, parted Marie's pussy lips with two fingers and slowly started to stroke. Moisture appeared on Marie's slit.
Sliding over to Joy and resting her chin on Joy's shoulder, Angie whispered, "Let's watch
them for a while. I didn't think this would come off so beautifully."
Joy nodded agreement and casually rested her hand over Angie's pussy as Angie got her hand on Joy's. There was a sort of smacking sound as Sally withdrew her breasts from Marie's mouth. At the same time, she slid two fingers into Marie's cunt, then kept her hand still.
"Okay, 'fess up," Sally said, extending her downward-pointing thumb and pressing it against Angie's ass crack.
"Ooh, that," Marie said, giving her bare butt a shake. "Anyway, my naughtiness involved vibrators. It was.. .oh, I don't know. I was staying over at a girlfriend's...I'd just turned eighteen that summer, and she was twenty... any way, I didn't know she was already actively bisexual. She told me about it later, I mean a week or so after, and we planned to do more, but it just never happened.
"Anyway, she suggested we sleep in the nude. We didn't have magazines like you did, Sally. Just our imaginations. I'd never done that, but I found the idea exciting, so I said okay. We weren't ready to go to sleep just then, like we were going to sit up and watch TV-she had access to a cable channel, something I didn't get to see when I was living with my parents. She stripped right down anyway, saying we might as well get comfortable.
"I wasn't sure about getting naked before we actually had the lights out, but she assured me that we could cover up in a second if her mother
wanted to come in. So, there we were, sitting up on her bed stark naked and watching women get it on with other women, with men and with men and women at the same time. Naturally, we both got horny, then she asked me if I'd do her a big favor. That was let her touch my pussy. I felt a little strange about it, but I told her to go ahead, then I was glad she did-there's something about a woman's touch that's so much, well, sexier than a man's."
Marie wiggled her hips as she spoke, sliding forward to take Sally's fingers in to the knuckle. The brown-haired woman's thumb slipped a little more deeply into the petite brunette's ass crack. Reaching up, Marie took Sally's right nipple between thumb and forefinger and rolled it gently around as she continued her story.
"I told her it felt good, and she invited me to touch her pussy, too. Hmm, so wet and wrinkly- girls, I have to tell you, I'd been thinking about that night a lot, like I'd been wondering when I'd ever get a chance to do the girl-girl thing. Well, here I am, I guess. Anyway, I don't remember why we didn't just use our fingers. It was her idea to use vibrators...she had two of them, and after she got me off with one, I used the other on her. Then we did each other. I swear, we must have cum at least six times each!"
"She didn't want to go further with you?" Angie asked.
"No, I was a little bit, oh, I don't know, about it, and I made sure I slept as far away from her as possible. At home the next day, I thought it over,
and I discovered I sorely missed doing other things with her. It took a couple of days before 1 could stop thinking about her pussy, then she moved away before we could get together again."
"Well, you sure have a nice pussy to play with," Sally purred, turning her hand slightly.
"All this talk about 'doing more' is making me really, really thirsty," Joy said.
"Do you want me to get you a beer?" Marie asked innocently.
"No, that's not what I'm thirsty for," Joy replied as Marie cupped her hand fully over Sally's breast. "My drink is pussy juice. Angie?"
"Slurp away," the waitress said in a sing-song tone. She spread, and Joy immediately knelt between her thighs. Sally drew her fingers out of Marie's cunt and leaned forward, watching as the back of Joy's auburn-haired head covered Angie's pussy.
"Hey, wait, that's not fair."
"Yeah, you took your hand away," Marie chirped.
"That's not what I mean. Look, Marie. The way they're doing it, we can't see a damn thing."
"Oops! Sorry!" Joy jerked her head up and knee-walked out from between Angie's legs. Still kneeling, she turned to Angie and said, "Well? What do you suggest?"
"Lie down on the floor," Angie said. "Just lie down, and I'll take care of the rest."
"Just make sure we can see how it's done, okay?" Sally insisted. "We have to learn, you
know."
"I'll give everybody lessons," Angie assured her. "Just let Joy practice a little."
"Fine with me," Marie said.
Joy got on the floor and stretched out on her back. "This is another thing about shaved pussies," Angie remarked as she positioned her feet on either side of Joy's head. "They're great for demonstrating stuff."
She squatted down, aiming her pussy at Joy's mouth. Joy's mouth touched her slit, and Joy writhed around. She sucked briefly on Angie's cunt lips, then began to run her tongue around the completely exposed folds and wrinkles of the waitress's private flesh.
"Sit in my lap," Sally whispered hoarsely to Marie.
"Yeah," the petite brunette replied excitedly. Lifting her butt, she slid over and sat her small round butt cheeks on Sally's thighs. The brown-haired woman's pussy hair grazed against Marie's ass crack, and Sally's stiff nipples dug into the skin of the brunette's back as Marie leaned into her.
"Now she's sticking her tongue in," Marie said, pointing to where Joy's soft, pink flesh was pushing up between Angie's pussy lips. Joy began to work her head around in a slow circle, reaching back to clutch Angie's ass cheeks as she pushed her tongue further into the waitress's pussy.
"Yes, she has my G spot," Angie called out, shaking her hips and pushing downward. Then
she started posting up and down, uttering shrill cries as her pussy juice oozed down over Joy's face. Sally closed her fingers over the round end of a pear-shaped breast, making Marie murmur and rub her bare butt against Sally's pussy hair.
Angie let out a shriek and jumped up, thin rivulets of cunt juice running down the insides of her thighs. She took a few awkward steps to the couch, felt herself and darted off to the bathroom.
"I'll get some towels," she said. "This is going to get messy."
"So is this," Marie giggled, spreading her thighs wider over Sally's.
The brown-haired woman sighted down between Marie's breasts at her fully exposed pussy. Reaching into Marie's crotch, she put her fingers on either side of the pink-brown squiggle of private flesh. "Your cunt is so pretty," Sally murmured, gently spreading her fingers to expose the pink interior of Marie's vagina.
Angie came back in, holding a pile of towels. She spread two out on her and Joy's couch. Marie slid off Sally's lap, and Sally spread the other two over their couch. Sally sat, and Marie immediately sat back down on her lap.
"Now, where were we?" Marie purred, rubbing the skin of her back against Sally's nipples.
"I think we were over here," Sally replied, again spreading the petite brunette's pussy lips with one hand. She placed her other back over Marie's tit.
Sexual moisture glistened on the brunette's exposed sex, and Angie licked her lips as she gazed at it. "You know, I'm in the mood to do some licking," she said. "By the way, here's another I picked up from the orgy set."
Giving Joy's breast a squeeze, she sashayed across the room and squatted down in front of Marie and Sally. "Hmm," she said, her gaze roving from Marie's snatch to Sally's. "Sally, please lean back a little. Marie, just slide forward. This is all if you don't mind, of course."
"How can we mind if we don't know what to do?" Sally asked, moving the way Angie suggested. Marie slid forward, then looked down and gasped in surprise.
"Hey, we're all lined up," she said. "Look, slit to slit,
Sally glanced over her shoulder and looked down. Her eyes glazed over with lust as she said, "I think I know what Angie has in mind."
"Let's just see," Joy said quietly. She was sitting on the edge of the couch, leaning over, her nipples brushing against her bare thighs.
Looking up at Marie, Angie said, "May I?"
Marie nodded. Angie pursed her lips and advanced them toward Marie's slit, looking up at her again. Marie nodded, and Angie gently pressed her lips against the petite brunette's pussy flesh.
"Oh!" Marie's reaction was sharp and immediate. She jumped up, and Angie hurriedly knee-walked out from between her legs.
"Hey, are you-"
"Do it some more," Marie interrupted, a hint of desperation in her voice. "Please, put your mouth back!"
Angie plunged her face back into Marie's crotch, this time pressing down hard and poking out the tip of her tongue. Kissing Marie's pussy hard, she drew back, then laid the flat of her tongue along the brunette's pussy slit.
"Oh, that feels so incredible...better than I ever imagined," Marie sighed. "Angie, please, stick your tongue in. I have to see how that feels."
Angie ran her tongue tip to the top of Marie's slit, briefly nudged her clit, then thrust her tongue between the brunette's pussy lips. Marie squealed, wiggling madly around on Sally's lap.
"I'm ready to explode, this is turning me on so much," Sally announced. "Do you think I can have a turn?"
The blonde waitress nodded, her tongue firmly embedded in the brunette's pussy. "Yeah, do her," Marie said. "I'm loving this...just come back to me."
"Two cunts at once," Joy said wonderingly. "This is incredible."
"She's incredible," Sally said, gesturing to the kneeling Angie. "She is-oh, yeah!"
The brown-haired woman threw her head back, wrapping her arms around Marie's waist as Angie's tongue made contact with her slit. She'd so deftly withdrawn from Marie's pussy that neither woman noticed, nor did Joy. Angie took Sally's larger, fleshier labia between her lips,
sucking them while dabbing the tip of her tongue into Sally's slit.
Then Angie thrust her tongue all the way in, making the brown-haired woman shriek loudly. As she probed for Sally's G spot, she reached into Marie's crotch and slipped a ringer into her pussy.
"Angie, you know you're not being fair," Joy said.
Angie withdrew her tongue from Sally's twat. Her face wet with cunt juice, she turned to Joy, keeping her finger in Marie's pussy. "Why so?"
"You have two, and I don't have any. Hadn't you been raised to share?"
"Oh, you're right," Angie said, trying to look abashed. She got up and stepped to one side. "Marie, I think it would be easier if...."
"I know," Marie said, sliding off Sally's lap and sitting next to the brown-haired woman. She spread her legs, and Angie immediately knelt between them. Joy stepped up to Sally, and she smiled and spread her legs.
"Go ahead," Sally said softly, pointing to her slit. "If I don't let you now, I know I'll regret it for a long, long time. Then, maybe, you can teach me how to eat pussy, too."
"Hey, and me," Marie heartily added.
"It helps to experience it," Angie chuckled, lifting Marie's legs by the back of her knees and draping the brunette's legs over her shoulders. Turning to Joy, she instructed, "This gives you max access. I mean, you can lick and finger everywhere."
She was about to say, "even the butthole," but
stopped herself. They'd already gone much further than she expected, and she didn't want to give them too much at one time.
Still, analingus had been mentioned... distracted from that thought by the scent of Marie's arousal, Angie pushed her mouth back against her twat. She rubbed her closed lips around the girl's private flesh, catching drops of her cum on the tip of her tongue, then she plunged her tongue back between Marie's labia.
A sigh from Sally told Angie that Joy was doing okay, no, that Sally was okay with what Joy was doing. Joy had taken the brown-haired woman's labia between her lips, which she was rubbing back and forth. Releasing them, she pressed her tongue to the side of a cunt lip and made a slow trail around Sally's snatch.
"Why the fuck didn't I try this before?" Sally wailed. "You're so right, Angie. It does take another woman to eat pussy the right way!"
Angie only half-heard her. She'd found Marie's G spot, but quickly drew away from it. She wanted the brunette to experience her first contact with another woman longer. Also, she wanted to bring her to that much stronger an orgasm. With practiced ease, she slipped a hand between Marie's thighs and moved her tongue tip to the brunette's clit.
Two fingers rode into Marie's pussy. Cautiously, Angie bent her thumb down and pushed it into Marie's ass crack. She paused for a moment, then Angie brought the pad of her thumb down on Marie's anus. Marie just sighed
and made a tiny movement toward Angie's hand. Inwardly relieved, Angie surrendered her thoughts to the sheer pleasure of licking pussy and nudged aside the sheath of skin over Marie's clit.
At the same time, she pressed down hard with her thumb and felt the ring of muscles of Marie's anus resist stubbornly. Her pussy seemed to welcome her fingers, though, the hot flesh pulsing around as Angie circled her clit with the tip of her tongue.
Beside her, Joy had done likewise. She hadn't touched Sally's bunghole, but she had two fingers in Sally's brown-haired pussy. Like Angie suggested, Joy had thrown Sally's legs over her back, and Sally pressed down firmly with her legs as her cunt pulsed around Joy's fingers.
Since she wasn't as experienced as Angie, it was a little more difficult for Joy to find Sally's clit. Her groping around only turned Sally on more, and the brown-haired woman let out a long, loud shriek when Joy's tongue tip finally touched down on her love button. In moments, Sally's cunt was flooding Joy's mouth and fingers.
Marie wailed as her climax overtook her. She jerked her ass back and forth, a small pool of cunt juice forming on the towel under her twat, as her cunt muscles squeezed Angie's pumping fingers.
Finally, Sally shrieked, "Please stop. I can't take any more orgasms!"
Marie cried out, "Oh, me, too. Angie, it's just too incredible!"
The blonde waitress slowly drew her fingers out and stepped away from Marie. Joy yanked her hand back, tossing her head up at the same time. Licking the cunt juice off her lips, she staggered to her feet and lurched over to her couch.
Angie joined her a moment later, and Joy threw her arm around the younger blonde's shoulders. Angie leaned against her, and Marie curled an arm around Sally's waist and rested her head against the brown-haired woman's shoulder.
"Well, girls?" Angie asked, unable to suppress a sly grin. "How was your first time?"
"Like I said," Marie gushed, "it was a lot better than I imagined. I don't know...somehow, I thought it would be a lot like when Fred does it. Or Craig...well, he is damn good, but still, Angie, I never thought I could cum so hard or so well!"
"Thanks, I was afraid you guys would freak or something, actually," Angie said. "Joy and I planned to tell you. The films were so you wouldn't think it was so weird."
"Yeah, and you both never mentioned any interest in this stuff," Joy said.
"Well, who the hell would?" Sally replied. "You never said anything-"
"So, nobody could know what everybody thought that nobody knew," Marie offered, clapping a hand over her mouth to force back a giggle.
"That's a good way to put it," Sally laughed. "So, we're all a bunch of cuntlappers."
"Why not?" Marie piped up. "After all, we've spent years as cocksuckers."
They howled with laughter at that, then Angie popped in a third tape while Joy got everyone a beer. The movie was a take on the Fanny Hill theme, an innocent taken in by a madam. Of course, the girl was floored by all the loving attention she received. Two of the other ladies of the house undressed her, a scene that had all four of the women who were watching panting and stealing glances at one another.
"Ooh, her pussy is cute," Marie gushed, pointing at the screen as the two whores spread the "innocent's" thighs.
"I like all pussies," Angie commented. "But that one is especially nice."
"Well, she gets paid to show it, so it should look good, and it does," said the ever-practical Sally.
"Can't you be romantic about anything?" Marie complained.
Sally grabbed her thigh and said, "I can be romantic about this."
"I guess I can settle for that," Marie sighed. On the screen the two whores were telling the newcomer that they were going to give her a bath. Excited murmurs arose from Marie and Sally's couch as they led the naked woman to a large washtub. Pulling off their outer garments, the two whores started soaping up the newcomer. The whores were wearing see-through shifts, and water from the tub brought their rouged nipples sharply into focus.
Also, their lightly haired cunts. Sally slid close to Marie and leaned her thigh against the brunette's. Joy threw a leg over Angie's thigh, and the blonde waitress reached into the brown-haired woman's crotch.
"It looks like we'll be ready for another round," Angie murmured.
"Hmm, you said you were going to teach us how to eat pussy," Sally reminded Angie.
"Yeah, let's just finish this scene," said Marie. Somehow, she'd gotten her hand on Sally's breast. "Ooh, look at this little tit."
The two whores had lathered up the newcomer, who was now standing. The camera focused in on her crotch as one of the whores pressed a washcloth to it, and Marie squeezed Sally's breast. The scene ended, and Angie put the tape on pause.
"Okay, how to eat cunt," Angie said. "Joy, do you think Marie and Sally should practice on each other?"
"Sounds like a good idea," Joy agreed. "But maybe we should take this to the bedroom. It'll be more comfortable."
The four naked women trooped into Joy's bedroom, and Angie couldn't help chuckling at the size of Joy and Joe's huge bed.
"He rolls around a lot," Joy explained. "When we had a smaller bed, he kept bumping into me."
"It's the perfect size for a little sex party," Angie observed.
"We didn't think of that when we bought it," Joy laughed. "Anyway, who wants to go first?"
"Let me," Marie urged. Sally agreed, saying she wanted to watch a little, first, and she got on the bed and spread her legs.
CHAPTER NINE
Cal winced as he hung up. George, the assistant manager of the nude bar, said, "Uh-oh. Who canceled out now?"
"Who else?" Cal groaned. "Felicia. And we had her all set for that lodge thing. Looks like we'll only be able to send three girls. We have to have somebody up here, dancing, and.. .oh, shit!"
"Well, we have four dancers, no, five, that new girl with the big tits. Lucy. Four's all we'll need, anyway.. .think we could send her?"
George shrugged. "Why not? Those boobs will make the lodge guys happy. And she has, uh, energy."
"Yeah, and she fucks like a horse, and I'm tempted to keep her here and fuck the lodge."
"We don't want to damage our shitty reputation," George reminded him.
"No, send her. Of all the fucking nights...I mean, I know Greta won't be around. She's got some kind of business at the motel. Sheila's over there, helping out."
George summoned the big-titted brunette. Lucy stepped in, her robe flapping open and alternately exposing and hiding her basketball-
sized tits. That feeling Cal had that there was something different about her grew stronger. None of the other dancers would show skin like that unless they were on stage or in the dressing room.
And she got less tips than the other girls, even though she put on a hotter show. Cal had mentioned that to her earlier that day, and she just smiled and shrugged.
Making a half-hearted attempt to hold her robe closed, Lucy asked, "Hi, what's up?"
"Feel like doing a private show? There's this lodge in town, and-"
"Sounds great," Lucy interrupted enthusiastically. "It's for tonight?"
Usually, the girls would frown and quibble over money. Not only was she genuinely happy at the prospect, she didn't ask how much. Cal gave her a figure, and she agreed with a shrug.
"You'll do your regular routine first, you, Amanda, Trish and Carly," Cal explained. "Then the four of you will put on a private show, if you know what I mean."
Lucy's grin grew even wider. Cal called a car for her, and she went back to the dressing room. The other three girls already had their street clothes on, and they didn't look at all as happy as Lucy.
"This is going to be work," moaned redheaded Amanda.
"Ugh, yeah. Well, it won't be the first time I've taken a dick for pay," said Carly.
Trish, adjusting her black ponytail, said noth-
ing. She just stared grimly into the mirror. Turning to Lucy, Amanda asked, "Have you ever fucked for bucks?"
"Oh, yeah," Lucy said breezily. "The other night, I did a trucker in his truck. I'm weird, or something, I guess.. .1 kind of like it. I mean-"
"You're a genuine nympho," Trish snorted, turning and frowning at Lucy. "Just pricks, or...."
"Pussies, too," Lucy responded. "Say, do you think they'll want us to do anything like that? Like, I won't mind, but if you girls object, I'll say no, too."
A sly smile spread across Amanda's lush lips. "I don't think we'll object. Will we, Trish?" As Amanda spoke, she looked at Lucy's g-string covered crotch.
"No, we won't object," Carly added, leaning against the dressing room door and making no effort to hide the fact that she was watching Lucy take off her robe.
All three women watched the bleached blonde's basketball-sized tits come into view. Murmuring that she needed a fresh 'string, Lucy pulled off the g-string she had on, got another and made sure the women had a good view of her ass and pussy before she packed it into her back.
The three were licking their lips by the time Lucy had climbed back into her panties and was pulling her bra up over her tits. Her short dress followed, and the four headed out the rear entrance. The car Cal had called was waiting for them, and all four piled into the back seat.
"Hmm, kind of crowded, no?" Amanda said, the purr in her voice indicating that her statement was anything but a complaint.
"I'd call it cozy," Trish murmured, her right thigh pressed firmly against Lucy's left and her other thigh against Carly's. By the time they got to the lodge building, Trish had her hand up Carly's skirt.
"Easy over there," Amanda laughed. "We don't want to get too wet before we've even started."
"You mean, too wet before we have to get wet," Trish replied sardonically.
"Either fucking way, let's get our asses to work," Amanda said.
At the door, they were greeted by a man wearing an elaborate coat, epaulettes and brass buttons, like a European officer of the early part of this century. On his head was what looked like a band leader's hat, and he wore high, black leather boots.
He introduced himself as the Marshal of the Door, and he ushered them into a small office. A man dressed much like he was, except more elaborately and with several rows of medals on his chest, got up from behind a large wooden desk as the women stepped in.
"Hi, girls, I'm Harry Gill, Marshal of the Order."
"Hi," Trish said tartly. "Is that like the president or something?"
The man who brought them in said dourly, "We don't have presidents and 'somethings.' We
have marshals."
'Trish, shut up, okay?' Amanda said, nudging the sassy brunette. Turning to Harry, she said, "This looks like a really nice place. Don't mind her...."
"Hey, with women as beautiful as you, I don't mind anything," Harry laughed. "Uh, Cal said something about a private show...."
"There sure will be," Amanda said, her manner nothing like what it had been back in the bar's dressing room. She pointed a finger at Harry's crotch and winked.
The other man, the door marshal, hadn't noticed. Cal asked him to show them to the dressing room. He led the way, Amanda behind him and the other girls in single file behind her, down a cement corridor. Stepping up to a pair of grim-looking metal doors, the door marshal threw them open. Amanda let out a cry of surprise and stepped back, bumping into Carly.
"Hey, it's nice," Amanda said, the brassy tone gone from her voice.
Rather than the cement-floored room with bare, wooden benches that Amanda had been expecting, she was staring into what could have passed for a suburban living room except for the two long metal clothes racks dominating the center of the room.
At Cal's suggestion, they brought lingerie-type costumes, flimsy garments that just barely hinted at nipples and cunt hair. All four women started stripping as soon as the door marshal left. A completely naked Lucy stumbled, falling
against Amanda and jamming her tits into her back. Amanda thrust back in an effort to keep from falling, and her butt cheeks slammed against Lucy's pussy hair.
"Hey, let me help," Trish chuckled, charging over and stepping in front of Amanda.
Her tits met the brunette's as Lucy slipped away, sashaying up to Carly. Carly rubbed a bare hip against Lucy's, and Lucy gently rested her fingers on the big-titted blonde's ass cheeks.
"You know, we'll never get ready in time if we start in with this now," Amanda noted, extracting herself from Trish's grasp. "Let's just get our things on and wait for the private show, okay?"
Trish and Carly smiled. Lucy was puzzled. They were alone, where they could express their true feelings like they could in the dressing room, but they were showing none of the ill-feeling they'd earlier expressed.
Deciding it was best to keep her thoughts to herself, Lucy pulled on the top of a semi-transparent baby doll nightgown and stepped into the lacy, g-string panties.
Carly had on a long, flowing gown. It was light blue, and the shadowy outline of her huge boobs could be seen through the fabric. Trish settled on a sheer red gown that stopped at her waist, fully revealing her matching red satin panties. Amanda just put on a bathrobe.
"No curlers?" Lucy joked.
"That's not a joke, it's an idea," Amanda mused. "This is the 'neighbor's wife' look, at least, that's what I've been told by other
customers."
"Well, let's get out on stage," Trish suggested, hearing the door marshal knock.
A moment later, they heard him ask if they were ready. Amanda called for five more minutes, and Lucy asked why.
"We're all dressed and ready," she said.
"Yeah, but let's build the suspense," Amanda insisted. "Believe me, I know how these things work. Let 'em use their imaginations, what little they might have, and they'll get off better."
"Not a soft dick in the house, right?" Lucy giggled.
"Hey, we hope not," Trish cackled. "After all, this is our profession."
Promptly five minutes later, the door marshal knocked again. Amanda told him three more minutes, keeping a hand over her mouth to keep from giggling. The next time he knocked, she said they were ready and the double doors opened.
The door marshal led them to a curtain, behind which was the stage and auditorium. He ducked away, telling them just to stand where they were. The music started, and the lodge members began to applaud raucously as the curtain parted to reveal the women.
After a bit of frantic dancing and flashing, they started to strip. Amanda was the last, and the loud cries and catcalls reached a frenzied level as she slowly untied her robe and pulled it open. She gave them a quick glimpse of her, then she snapped the robe shut and turned around. Bend-
ing over, she flipped up the back of the robe to flash her butt, then she straightened up and turned around again.
Finally, she pulled the robe off altogether and did a high-kicking dance around the stage. Trish, Amanda and Lucy joined her, then they formed a cunt-flashing chorus line as a finale.
They scampered off the stage as the house lights came back on. The door marshal, his dour expression intact, led them back to the dressing room.
"The members will attend to you in here," he said gravely.
Trish piped up, "You mean, we'll attend to members in here."
Making believe he hadn't heard her, the door marshal turned and left.
"Hey, it looks like he won't be in the party," Carly observed.
"Oh, that's a relief," Lucy said. "He's not exactly the life of the party."
"More like the death of it," Trish mused. "Anyway, I think the guys are coming."
The doors opened, and Harry Gill strode in. Behind him were three men, whom he introduced as Tom, Frank and Ollie. They were carrying champagne bottles and glasses, and Harry poured a glass for each of the women.
Taking a tip from Amanda and the other two girls, Lucy took a very small sip and noticed that the men were drinking more liberally. Trish, noticing a radio in one corner, got up and turned it on, flipping the tuning dial until she got to a
station with the appropriate music.
As if acting on a prearranged signal, all four women started dancing, shimmying and shaking around the men. Little by little, their costumes came off, then Amanda said, "How's about showing us some cock?"
All four men opened their pants and pulled them down. Carly charged over to Harry Gill, deftly slipped a condom over his hard-on and took it in her mouth. Lucy chose the man called Tom. After slipping on the rubber, she kissed the tip of his prick, then ducked her head down and dragged her tongue along his tightened scrotum.
Amanda chose Frank and Trish took on Ollie's short, fat prick. Soon, the men were grunting and groaning, humping their pricks into the girl's mouths and shooting their loads into the rubber. One by one, the girls got to their feet and stood facing the men, staring down at their soft pricks.
"Think they have another go left in them?" Amanda asked.
"Gee, I don't know," Trish said.
"Hey, maybe if we got them really, really excited," Carly suggested.
"Yeah, yeah, that would do it," Tom agreed enthusiastically.
"Yes, but what are we going to do?" Lucy asked. "Me, I can't think of a thing."
"I know what all guys like," Amanda said, winking at the men. "They like to watch girls get it on with each other."
"Really?" Lucy asked. "Hey, guys, do you really want to see a woman make another woman
cum?'
A chorus of very enthusiastic yesses arose from the couch. Lucy stepped up to Amanda and eyed her red-haired pussy. Stretching out a cautious finger, she pressed it against her pussy mound. "We touch each other down here, right?" Lucy asked.
"Oh, we do more than that," Trish said. "Why, we even lick each other down there."
Lucy, doing her best to act like she was totally shocked, stepped back. "Oh, that would be too nasty for them."
"No, no, not at all," Harry Gill protested. "Go ahead, do it."
"And this is how," Trish said to Lucy. Kneeling, she seized Carly's bare hips. "You see, you get yourself in position."
"You mean, like this?" Lucy knelt before Amanda.
"Yes, you're getting the idea," Trish said. "Now, you stick out your tongue and lick here and there. See?"
Extending her tongue, she pressed the tip against Carly's slit. There was a rustling of cloth as the four men slid forward for a closer look. Amanda glanced around, seeing telltale bulges begin to form in each male crotch. Carly let out her best fake moan of passion, then Lucy "timidly" touched just the tip of her tongue to Amanda's pussy.
"Oh, Amanda!" Lucy cried out convincingly, falling right into the role of the novice cuntlapper. "Did I hurt you?"
"No, no, you made me feel really good," Amanda said soothingly. "Come on, continue with what you were doing."
The men started breathing hard as Lucy reapplied her tongue to Amanda's pussy. None of them noticed how quickly she'd gone from newcomer to experienced bisexual. It wasn't hard for Amanda to act impassioned, since Lucy's skilled mouth quickly brought her to a real orgasm.
Making sure the men could see her lick Amanda's cunt juice off her lips, Lucy got to her feet. "That was fun," she said. "But it made me hungry for a cock to play with."
"Well, we have a couple over here," Amanda said, gesturing to the couch. "Why don't you pick one out?"
"Me, me," Harry Gill said, half-rising. "Remember, I'm the First Marshal around here."
"Ooh, I'll love playing with a First Marshal's prick," Lucy cooed. Kneeling in front of Harry, she opened his pants and freed his hard-on. "Mmm, this is a nice one," she added, planting a kiss on the head. "It would feel real nice in my pussy."
Harry started to get up, and Lucy not-so-gently pushed him back down. "You just sit there and let me take care of everything," she said, reaching for a condom.
She deftly slipped the rubber over his erection. Turning her back, she told him to hold his dick up as she spread her pussy lips and slowly lowered herself to his lap. A shake of her hips
had his cockhead between her cunt lips, and she slid back a little. Harry thrust up with his hips, driving his cock into her pussy.
Trish took Tom by the hand and led him over to a straight-backed chair. "Want to do it the way they're doing it?"
"Ah, that looks okay," Tom said, sounding as befuddled as he was horny.
"Just okay?" Trish prompted.
"Well, there's a way my wife won't let me.. .says it's like animals."
"Hmm, I'll bet you mean doggy-style," Trish said, getting on all fours and wiggling her ass at him.
"Ah, yeah, that's it," Tom said hoarsely, staring down at her bare buns.
Groping open his pants, he dropped to his knees. Trish jumped up, got a condom and dropped to her knees in front of him. With lust glazed eyes, he watched as she rolled the rubber over his stiff prick.
"Now we're ready," she said, getting back on all fours. "Want me to help?"
"Uh, no, uh, yeah, go ahead," Tom said.
She could see that his hands were shaking. She reached between her thighs, seized his cock and tucked it between her cunt lips. "Push," she said, thrusting her ass back at him. Tom lunged forward, almost falling over her as he drove his cock deep into her pussy. His balls tapped against her butt cheeks, and he reached under her to take hold of her breasts as he started to stroke.
Amanda was lying on her back, one shoulder
raised to guide Ollie's prick into her pussy. "Just stay still a minute," she instructed, locating her slit by running his condom-covered cockhead over her labia. She tucked the head in, and gave a little push back at him. "Okay, now just push."
Ollie cautiously nudged his cock forward, moving with more confidence when he felt the heat of her vagina engulf his sheathed hard-on. Amanda urged him to push in more, and soon her butt cheeks were jammed against his thighs and his scrotum was touching her labia.
"Is this the only way you and your wife fuck?" Amanda asked. "You really seem to take to it."
Ollie sighed, "Matilda just likes it with me on top. I'll talk to her...maybe she'll try something new, but I'll be fucked if 1 know when."
"Do you do it a lot?" Amanda asked, giving her butt a shake and making Ollie gasp.
"Oh, we do it enough."
"That's nice," Amanda purred in reply. "Now, why don't you put your hands on my breasts?"
"Are you sure it's a good idea to be here?" Jim Connor asked as he stepped through Matilda's kitchen door. "It's kind of logical for a guy to show up at his own house."
"Don't be so fucking nervous," Matilda chided. "Ollie's at that stupid lodge of his, and he'll be there for hours. He never comes home early!"
Jim relaxed visibly. Curling an arm around her waist, he pulled the brunette housewife to him. "Still and all, there's no point in wasting time."
Their mouths locked, and Jim groped open the front of her dress as she fumbled with the crotch of his pants. She'd deliberately worn a bra that parted in front, to make it easier for him to get at her breasts, and he quickly parted the undergarment and pulled it aside.
"I love these tits," he rumbled, hefting her large, sagging breasts and pressing the pad of his thumb to her nipple.
Matilda moaned and clutched at his cock and balls through the fabric of pants and underpants. "Why did you wear underwear?" she complained, yanking at his belt. Jim helped her open it, then she pulled him along with her as she stepped backward to sit in a nearby straight-backed chair.
"More comfortable," Jim mumbled.
"For you, not me," Matilda protested, almost tearing his pants in her effort to get them open. Jim shoved his briefs down, and Matilda immediately shot her head forward and planted a hard kiss on his cock. Instantly, it sprang up to full erection, and she greedily wrapped her hand around it.
"I've been waiting all day to taste this," Matilda grunted, running her tongue over his cockhead and poking the tip at the tiny slit. Then she shoved it into her mouth, her lips curled over her teeth. Tightening the grip of her mouth, she began to stroke back and forth.
"Wait, I don't have a rubber on," Jim said urgently.
Matilda drew her tongue along the underside of his cockshaft, then slowly released his prick. "I
know. I wasn't going to make you cum, I just wanted a taste, like I said. Now, let's go put this where I really want it."
"Not so fast," Jim chuckled, helping her to her feet. "There's something I want to taste, too."
Seizing her by her hips, he lifted her and sat her down on the kitchen counter. He crouched down, throwing her legs over his shoulder and slipping both hands under her dress. Matilda let out a squeal of delight as his strong hands took hold of her panties and roughly pulled them down.
She lifted her butt, and he raised her legs to snap the underpants off her feet. Spreading her thighs, he plunged his face into her crotch and jammed his lips against her slit. Her legs dropped down over his back, and he sucked her pussy lips hard before plunging his tongue between them.
Working his face around in a slow circle, he probed the interior of her vagina with his tongue tip. Her cunt juice liberally coated his lips as she writhed around. Drawing his tongue out, he darted the tip to the top of her pussy slit and slid a finger into her cunt.
"Give me another finger," Matilda called out, pushing her pussy at his hand.
Jim extended his second finger and pushed it in. He located her clit, and swirled his tongue around it as he humped his fingers slowly in and out. Matilda humped back at him, letting out hoarse grunts of lust as her orgasm overtook her. Finally, she jerked herself away from his tongue and hand and slumped off the counter.
Staggering, she deposited herself in the nearest chair and breathed hard, her tits hanging out of her dress and her cunt juice running down her leg. Jim stepped out of his pants and took off his T-shirt.
Gesturing to her dress, he said, "You might as well take that thing off."
"Shouldn't we hit the bedroom, first?" Matilda looked down at her exposed nipples.
"Who needs bedrooms?" Jim laughed. "We have all the space we need right here."
"Huh? What do you have in mind?" Matilda stood up, clutching the hem of her dress and lifting it uncertainly.
There were a few items on the long kitchen table, and Jim quickly cleared them off. Making a grand gesture at the table, he said, "Your bed is ready, madam."
"This is a crazy way to fuck," Matilda said, "but I think I like it."
She hauled her dress up over her head and draped it over the chair. Completely naked, she sat up on the table. Jim stepped up to her and gently rested his hands on her shoulders.
"Just lie down," he told her. "I'll do all the heavy lifting."
Matilda chuckled at that and stretched out on her back on the table. She spread her legs until her ankles were at either edge, and Jim fumbled around in a pants pocket. Drawing out a condom, he quickly slipped it over his erection and stepped up to her.
"Just slide forward a little," he told her, staring
down at her exposed pussy. Matilda heaved herself forward, lining up her cunt slit with the edge of the table. Jim laid a hand over her pussy, rubbing it with the edge of his palm as he stroked her right nipple.
"All right, I'm wet enough, and you've had enough fun. So, how's about sticking your prick where your hand is?"
"If you insist," Jim drawled, gripping the base of his cockshaft and tapping the head against her slit. He ran the tip around her wrinkled private flesh, making her cry out in protest again, then he abruptly tucked his cockhead between her pussy lips and gave a strong shove forward with his hips.
Matilda cried out loudly as his cock rode into her pussy. The warm, wet flesh enveloped his stiff rod, and he folded his fingers over her breasts. Her stiff nipples dug into his palms as he pushed his cock in to the root and started to stroke.
"You ought to try this with Ollie," he said, drawing his hands back to take her nipples between his fingers.
"Oh, hell, he never wants to try anything," Matilda snorted. "Come on now, start fucking for real."
CHAPTER TEN
Back at the club, Frank was sitting on a chair, Carly on his lap and his prick in her pussy. She was working her hips around, making slight up and down motions as her stiff nipples dug into his chest.
"I'll bet your wife doesn't know you're being naughty," she murmured in his ear.
"Damn, no," Frank muttered. "Sylvia doesn't know what goes on here-none of the wives do. Right now, she's probably working late."
"Uh-huh. What does she do?"
"She owns a shop, one of those boutique things, at the mall. Got a partner...I met him once...designer or something...I think he might be, you know."
"You mean gay?" Carly smiled.
"I don't know. Maybe. Anyway, I don't give a shit."
"Well, it's not your problem. Say, do you ever fuck like this at home?"
"Nah, we just do it in bed. Hey, what's that? You squeezing me down there?"
"Oh, just a little trick I can do with my pussy," Carly purred. "Like it?"
"It's fucking great," Frank muttered. "Can I hold your ass?"
Sylvia locked the door to her and Ron's boutique and hung up the closed sign. Ron, at the rear of the public part of the shop, parted the curtains leading to the back room and gestured for her to enter. Glancing at the cot to make sure he'd put fresh sheets on it, he took off his shirt as she entered and closed the curtains behind her.
Quick as a flash, she got out of her fashionable attire and pranced over to the cot, wearing only a pair of semi-transparent panties. Ron kicked off his bunched-up pants and underpants and sat down on the cot, gripping Sylvia around the waist and shoving his thumbs under the hem of her panties. He rolled the undergarment down slowly, pausing to nuzzle her butt cheeks as they became exposed, then held her steady as she stepped out of them.
Ron pulled her down to his lap, his hard-on popping up between her thighs. He covered both her small breasts with one arm and reached into her crotch with the other.
"Hey, you're already wet," he said, laying a finger along her cunt slit.
"I'm damn horny, that's why," Sylvia said, wrapping her fingers around his stiff cockshaft. Pulling open a drawer in a small table by the cot, she fished out a condom and opened the foil packet. Ron cupped his hand over a breast, gently massaging her stiff red nipple with his palm as she placed the condom over the tip of his
cockhead. "Down we go," she murmured, very slowly rolling the latex over his erection. She laid her other hand over his tightened ball sac, tracing the outline of his testicles as she secured the rim of the condom around the base of his dick.
Sliding off his lap, she scrambled up on the cot and got on all fours. Ron got behind her and ran his hands over her butt cheeks, spreading them and letting his fingers drift into her crack.
"Want it back here?" he asked.
"Hmm, yeah, but do my pussy first. There's some lube in that drawer." Sylvia gestured with her chin to the small table.
"Sounds fine to me." Ron reached between her thighs, groping for her pussy lips and spreading them with two fingers as he steadied his prick with his other hand. With practiced ease, he dipped his cockhead into her opened slit, then gently pushed forward until the head disappeared inside. He released his grip on her pussy, and she humped back at him to send his cock gliding into her cunt.
"Oh, this is so fucking nice," Sylvia said, her voice raspy. "Good business-that's what I tell Frank when he asks how things are going here."
Ron chuckled. "This is damn good business, if you ask me." He pulled back, then slowly pushed back in. Bending over her, he gripped her right breast and put his other hand over her pussy mound. Spreading two fingers, he closed them around the top of her slit, pinching her sheathed clitoris around the wrinkled flesh.
Her pussy immediately started churning
around his prick and she humped back at him. Ron started stroking hard, tensing to keep his load from shooting out. Cunt juice ran down the insides of her thighs to form a tiny puddle on the sheets as she thrashed around. She shrieked when her climax peaked, then she pulled away from him and flopped down on her stomach.
His prick slid out from between her thighs, and his cockhead tapped against her butt cheeks. "I'd better change rubbers," he said. "You gave this one a hell of a workout."
"Good, now give this a workout," Sylvia replied, raising her ass. She reached back and spread her cheeks, exposing the pink, wrinkled circle of her anus.
"Yeah, stay like that," Ron said, quickly getting off the bed. He took a tube of lubricant and a fresh condom out of the drawer, and Sylvia got back up on all fours. Flopping down on his stomach behind her, he pressed his face to her ass crack and ran his tongue around her anus.
Sylvia shuddered with pleasure, pressing her ass cheeks against his face. He tried to get a bit of his tongue tip in, but the tight muscles stubbornly resisted him. Telling her he had to loosen her up, he squirted some lube over a finger and eased it down her butt crack.
She shuddered again, murmuring with delight as he pressed his lubed-up fingertip to her bung-hole. He worked it around, then careful pushed the tip in. This time, her anal muscles gave way and he slowly slid his finger in to the knuckle.
"I'm ready. Give me your cock, now," Sylvia
pleaded.
Ron slipped the rubber on, applied lube, and lowered his prick into her ass crack. He paused when he felt his cockhead touch her butthole, and Sylvia let out a murmur of protest and pushed back at him. Much more easily than he had expected, his cockhead rode in.
"Just wait a second," Sylvia said, a strained tone to her voice. "It's...no, it's good. Go ahead, go slow."
Holding her hips, Ron nudged his lower body forward. His cockshaft slid in a short way, and he paused again. Sylvia murmured at him to just go ahead and give her all of it, humping back at him to emphasize her point.
"Okay," Ron grunted, giving his hips a shove forward and driving his cock into her butthole until his balls touched her ass cheeks.
"You like small titties, right?" Trish said softly, stroking the back of Tom's neck. He had his mouth on her tit and two fingers in her cunt.
Raising his head and letting her breast glide out from between his lips, he said, "Yeah. It's different.. .you know."
"Your wife has big boobs, huh?" Trish asked, gently pulling away from him and getting up on the couch. She laid down, raising a leg and hooking her ankle over the backrest.
"Ah, yeah," Tom replied, distracted by the sight of her wide-open pussy. "Joanne's sort of hang, and they're really round. Needs a big, heavy bra, especially at work-she's a secretary
downtown."
"Sounds nice. I love playing with big boobs, myself," Trish said, absently running a finger across the very top of her pussy mound. "Do you ever tit fuck?"
"Huh, you mean between those...uh, no. Sounds like a good idea, though."
"My titties aren't really built for it," Trish said, looking down at her small cones of breasts. "But I did it with a dildo."
"Oh, yeah?" The trembling of Tom's fingers grew more noticeable and his eyes widened. "That sounds pretty hot."
With the dexterity of a stage magician, Trish opened a foil condom packet. Tom saw only a flash of movement as she placed the rubber disk over his cockhead and drew it down. Running a fingertip over his scrotum, she purred at him to get on top of her.
"Just slip that nice prick of yours in my pussy, and I'll tell you all about it."
"Yeah...sideways," Tom said, half to himself as he put one knee on the couch cushion and leaned over her. Trish caressed his chest, at the same time holding him steady as he aimed his cock at her pussy. Seeing the head near her slit, she reached down and tucked it between her pussy lips.
"Now you just push and get comfortable, and I'll tell you all about it," she said as he settled over her.
"Do you think Tom's doing what we're
doing?" Harvey asked as he undid his tie. Henry, beside him, chuckled as he took off his shirt.
T doubt it," Joanne smirked. She was already naked, sitting with her back against the headboard of her and Tom's huge bed, her knees raised and her arms around her legs. She was sitting that way deliberately to tease them, knowing how much they liked the sight of her naked body. "Like I said, he's at that lodge of his. By now, he and his buddies are full of beer, and if they're doing anything bad, it's watching a couple of porn films."
"Meanwhile, we're making one," Henry chuckled as he stepped out of his pants. His stiff prick made a sizable bulge in his briefs.
"Yeah, all we need is the cameras," Harvey replied, stepping out of his briefs.
Joanne's eyes immediately went from Henry's still-covered prick to Harvey's naked one. A sly, nasty smile spread across her sensuous lips. "That just might not be a joke," she said. "It would be a hell of a lot of fun to film us-"
"Wait, you wouldn't want that to get around, though," Henry theorized.
"Well, not everywhere," Joanne cackled. "Maybe just at one of those lodge meetings."
"Ah, yeah, I think that might make things very interesting around here," Harvey speculated.
"Uh-huh. So God damn interesting, we'd just about shit," Henry countered.
"Well, I sure as hell know that Tom would shit, right then and there," Joanne howled, kicking at the sheets. "Now, please do me a polite favor and
get the fuck over here."
Both men were now completely naked. Harvey got up on his knees on one side of the bed, and Henry got up on the other. Stretching out her arms, Joanne took hold of both pricks.
Leaning over to Henry, she took his cockhead between her lips and ran her tongue around it. She held it in her mouth for a moment, then took it out and leaned over to Harvey. She took about half the length of his cockshaft in, sucked it a little, then drew it out.
"Okay, it's rubbers time, guys," she announced, slowly freeing her hands of erectile flesh. "You know where I keep them."
Harvey dutifully stepped over to her dresser and retrieved two condoms, tossing one to Harvey. As they put the rubbers on, Joanne cackled, "Do you think either Brenda or Barbara would do something like this?"
"Yeah, Barbara," Harvey said sarcastically. "Sure. I just started getting her to take it back there. Two at once? Come on."
Joanne giggled. Henry said, 'There's no point in mentioning that to Brenda. No way."
"Ah-ha. So, what do you think your little ladies are up to right now?" She slid to one side to give Henry room to stretch out on his back.
"They're bar hopping, probably," Henry said. "They'll be passed out asleep when we get home."
"Good for them, more for me," Joanne said, straddling Henry's hips. "Now, as they say, talk's cheap...."
Spreading her pussy lips, she lowered them over his latex-covered cock and sank down. All three watched as his prick slowly vanished up into her pussy. When her cunt hair met his, she bent over and Harvey got up behind her.
"You all set?" he asked.
"Yeah," Joanne gasped. "Go ahead. You got the lubed one, right?"
Harvey looked down at the sheen of lubricant over his rubber. "Yeah, this is the one," he said, parting her ass cheeks and sliding his prick between them. He pushed his cockhead against her asshole, and she let out a little shriek as it popped in. Sliding his hands up to her tits, Harvey pushed forward and felt his cock glide easily into her butthole.
"This is the way," Joanne groaned, raising her hips to take more of Harvey's cock in her back door. The cunt-juice-coated latex covering of Henry's prick appeared. Drawing in a deep breath, Joanne lowered herself again, Harvey's prick sliding back and Henry's going in deeper.
"Slow and steady, then blast off-fuck me hard, I'm not Brenda and I'm not Barbara," Joanne ordered, increasing the pace of her back and forth motions. Soon, they were humping in a fast, steady rhythm.
"Those two guys have been looking at us since we came in," Brenda whispered to Barbara. Barbara glanced up at the mirror over the bar, hoping they wouldn't notice her scrutiny.
They did, and waved at them to come over.
The two women looked at each other and exchanged sly, conspiratorial smiles. "I'm game if you are," Barbara said."
"Count me in," Brenda replied, sliding off her bar stool.
"Hi, ladies," the dark-haired one smiled as they approached. "I'm Brad."
"Hi, I'm Phil," his sandy-haired companion said.
The women introduced themselves and sat down.
"Haven't we seen you at the Occus Building?" Brad asked.
"Our husbands work there," Brenda said. "You might have seen us up there."
"Do you visit your husbands a lot?" Phil inquired, his real question more than obvious from the tone of his voice.
"Hell no," Barbara snorted. "We have other things to do."
"Oh, really?" Brad's eyes lit up in an unmistakably lewd way. "Like what?"
"Oh, nothing much," Brenda said casually. "Just fucking and sucking guys we pick up."
"That's an interesting coincidence," Phil said. "We do the same thing with women we pick up. I mean, like on weekends when our wives are out of town."
"Yeah, like this weekend," Brad said. "Don't even ask me what they do, they just take little trips somewhere."
"Hmm, so both you guys have your apartments to yourselves right now, huh?" Brenda
asked.
"Looks that way," Brad said. "Now, about that next drink-"
"Which we'll have at one of those unoccupied apartments," Barbara interrupted.
Twenty minutes later, they were proceeding down the lushly carpeted hallway of a luxury apartment building. A coin toss sent them to Brad's apartment, and he ushered them in with a courtly gesture.
"Nice place," Brenda said, looking around at the distinctly modern decor.
"Yeah, nice and comfortable," Brad said. "Say, why doesn't everyone get comfortable while I fix us all some drinks?"
"Best idea I've heard all night," Brenda declared.
She and Barbara headed to the bathroom. Brad prepared drinks for the four of them. When the women emerged, they were wearing bra and panties.
"Hey, how come you guys are still all dressed?" Barbara demanded to know.
They answered by stripping to their briefs. Brad put some dance music on, and the two women did a slow striptease. When they were completely naked, Barbara sat in Brad's lap and Brenda deposited her bare buns in Phil's.
Barbara's lips met Brad's mouth and Brenda's pressed against Phil's. Phil's hand slipped between Brenda's thighs, and he stroked her cunt slit as Brenda sucked on his tongue.
"Things are getting serious awfully fast," Phil
said.
"Very," Brad agreed. "I, of course, will take the master bedroom."
"A guest bedroom is better than no bedroom," Brenda declared, sliding off Phil's lap. Brad gestured to the door, and Brenda headed for it, reaching behind her to hold Phil's prick, which she'd popped out of his briefs.
"Want to sixty-nine first?" Brenda asked him as she stretched out on the bed.
"Sure, if you have enough time," Phil replied.
"Oh, plenty," Brenda snorted. "The hubby's having a business drink-out. He'll be passed out asleep by the time I get home."
"Well, in that case...." Phil turned around, his face to her pussy. He eased his head between her thighs, she eased her head between his, and she felt his lips touch her snatch as she took his prick in her mouth.
In the master bedroom, Brad was running his hand down Barbara's pussy mound. He stopped briefly to toy with her pussy lips, then he ducked his hand between her thighs and into her ass crack.
"Ever do it back here?" he asked, sliding one finger to her butthole.
"I thought about it," Barbara said. "But I haven't gotten around to trying it. Maybe I'll mention it."
"Want to try it tonight?"
"Yeah, uh, no, uh, I don't know," Barbara said, looking doubtfully at his erection. "Won't it hurt?"
"It usually does the first time, but just a little and the hurt won't last," Brad explained. "What I like to do is fuck vaginally, first. That'll get you all loosened up."
"Okay, as long as you wear a rubber," Barbara agreed.
She spread her legs, and Brad got on top of her. Deftly, he slipped his condom-covered prick into her pussy, and she threw her arms around him as his chest settled down over her tits. Pumping with hard, steady strokes, he soon brought her to climax.
Beaming with satisfaction, Barbara looked up at him as he slid his prick out of her pussy. "Yeah, I'm ready to try it there," she said.
"Great, just let me do everything," Brad said excitedly, rushing into the living room to retrieve a lubricated condom, then into the bathroom for a tube of lubricant.
When he got back to the bedroom, Barbara was lying on her stomach. Getting behind her, he lubed up a finger and slid it down her ass crack.
"Finger first," he said. "That'll loosen you up."
"I feel kind of loose already," Barbara murmured.
Brad pushed his finger in, and she yelped. "No, not quite that loose," she amended. "But go ahead. It's already starting to feel good."
Carefully, Brad slipped more of his finger in. He humped back and forth, feeling her anal muscles surrender to the invasion. Drawing his finger out, he slipped on the condom and ran his hard-on down her ass cheeks. Telling her to brace
herself, he pushed his cockhead into her asshole. She let out a shrill cry, grabbing and pulling at the sheets.
"Are you okay?" Brad asked.
"Yeah, yeah, like you said, it hurt a little. Now it's starting to feel okay, so give me some more."
Brad jerked his hips forward, feeling much less resistance as his cock slid in. "You know, I think I'm going to like this a hell of a lot," Barbara purred, rubbing her pussy against the sheet as her butthole filled with Brad's hard-on.
"We've never called them before," Maggie said. "Why start now?"
"No, we shouldn't," Millie agreed. "Besides, I don't think I want to hear Phil's voice right now."
"Nor I, Brad's," Maggie added emphatically. "Besides, we sure as hell don't need our husbands' presence, so what would we want with their voices?"
"Mmm, you're always right," Maggie purred, rolling over on her side and kissing Millie's bare breast.
The two women were lying naked on a bed in a secluded cabin. The motel was patronized by gay women, and they fit right in as if they were full-time lesbians and not two married women on a weekend fling.
"Besides," Millie continued, turning a little to get more of her tit in Maggie's mouth, "Anne's coming over soon. She won't want to hear a man's voice, even if it's coming from a telephone."
"Just the idea that we're talking to a man would be too much for her," Maggie said. "You think she really is one-hundred percent lesbian? Not bi, like us?"
"That's what she told me," Millie shrugged. "Said she couldn't care less if she never saw another cock."
"Another real one, you mean," Maggie giggled.
"Yeah." Millie dabbed her tongue at Maggie's nipple, then turned her head away. "Want to let her try it on us? She's been asking."
"As long as you go first," Maggie said.
"Oh, you're a big chicken!" Millie reached over and gave Maggie's thigh a squeeze.
Just then, there was a knock on the cabin door. Millie opened the door, ducking behind it as Anne stepped in.
"Hi, girls," she said cheerily, tossing a big leather bag on a chair. "Are we girls ready to play with toys tonight? After we've had our little taste of pussy, first."
Both women spread their legs and grinned up at the tall blonde. She was wearing a short robe, which she shucked off and tossed aside. Climbing up on the bed, she let her gaze rove from cunt to cunt.
"Which one shall I choose?"
She dove between Millie's thighs, kissing Millie's snatch hard. As she plunged her tongue into Millie's pussy, Maggie rolled over and slid between Anne's thighs, kissing her butt cheeks, then spreading them wide. Uttering a soft
murmur of delight, she pressed her face to the tall lesbian's ass crack and stuck out her tongue.
Anne murmured into Maggie's pussy as she felt Millie's tongue tip touch her anus. As Anne worked her tongue around the interior of Maggie's snatch, Millie circled her tongue tip around the tight, wrinkled ring of Anne's butthole.
Soon, Maggie was moaning and writhing in the throes of orgasm. She jerked her pussy away from Anne's mouth, and Millie pulled her tongue out of the tall lesbian's ass crack.
"My turn," Millie announced, flopping over on her back and raising her knees.
Anne obligingly slid between Millie's thighs, pressing her lips firmly against her slit. Rather than massage her G spot, as she had with Maggie, Anne closed her lips over Millie's clitoris and slid two fingers into her cunt.
When Millie climaxed, Anne slid off the bed. "Mrara, my whole mouth tastes like pussy," she said, reaching into the bag she'd brought. "Is anyone ready for toys?"
She pulled out a dildo and harness.
"Oh, your cock feels so nice inside me," Trish murmured, running her fingers along Tom's bare back. "Anyway, as I was saying, this big, big woman had seduced me. I was horny for her anyway, but I was still new to girl-girl sex, so I was kind of shy about asking.
"She got in the shower with me, and I forgot all about being shy the minute she put her hands
on my cunt. I told her I liked women, had women before, and she asked me if I'd ever used a sex toy. Well, I'd seen it used, but I never had. We got into her bed, and she ate me out better than I'd ever had, then I ate her out. I know she came a lot, because my whole face was soaked! Then she got out the dildo, and urged me to try it before she used it on me. I was kind of nervous, you know, afraid I'd hurt her or something, but she showed me that the thing was shaped like a real cock. I got it on, and she said she was going to give me a blow job. Tom, she took it in her mouth like it was a real prick. Then, she got the idea for me to fuck her tits, and...."
"You know, I think we have time for one more," Bob Marr said, resting his hand lightly on Serena's bare pussy.
"If we didn't, I'd make time," she declared, reaching into his crotch and laying her warm palm over his cock and balls.
His prick stiffened at her touch, and he rolled over on top of her as she spread her legs.
Completely sated, Joy, Marie, Sally and Angie slumped down on the couches.
"I don't know about anyone else," Sally said, "but I am completely fucked out."
"I second that motion," Marie said.
Sally and Angie nodded. Sally gazed around the room. "You know, I just thought of something," the redhead said. "We all cheat-tonight we were all cheating at once-but we never get
caught and our husbands don't suspect a thing. Anybody ever wonder why?"
"We're just careful?" Angie suggested.
"Yeah, I think that's it," Marie said.
Holding her tits tightly together, Tina Marr watched as Joe Salter straddled her chest. His cock slid between her boobs, and when the head popped out, she took it between her lips. He started to stroke, and each time his cockhead appeared, she dabbed at it with her tongue.
"Now I want it in my pussy," she said, sliding on her back away from him.
"Now, we need another condom," Joe said, reaching over the edge of the bed for his pants. He dug a rubber out of his pocket and quickly slipped it over his prick.
"One more cum each, then we go home," Tina said. "But you know, Joe, I can't help wondering how easy it is. I mean, we've never gotten caught ...Joy doesn't suspect anything, you told me, and I know that Bob hasn't a clue. How the hell is it that we can always get away so easily?"
"Damned if I know." Joe shook his head. "Maybe we're just lucky or something." He slid his prick into her pussy, and she threw her arms around him.
