"Hey, don't I get a kiss?" Suzanne said as her husband rushed into the house and breezed right past her. She followed him into the bedroom and said, "Dinner is almost ready."
"No time," Chad said as he opened the closet door and snatched his suitcase off the top shelf.
"Where to this time?"
"Tucson, quarterfinals of the regional bowling tourney. Hank and I have a good chance of making it all the way this time."
"When are you going to stay home at least one night a week so we can spend some time together?"
"Hey, look babe, you're a good wife. Don't go spoiling it by biting my ass. You know I can't miss this tourney."
"You don't need a wife, you need a maid. A good wife takes care of her husband's sexual needs along with the housework."
"Hey, baby, you take care of my sexual needs. I don't like sex that much anyway." He closed the lid of his suitcase and snapped the locks. "I've got to run, or I'll be late, and Hank gets pissed if I'm late."
"I suppose you don't care if I get pissed when you run off all the time."
"Hey, I told you, don't start."
"When will you be back?"
"Sometime Monday, probably late."
He left without kissing her, which wasn't a surprise, and she ate dinner at the candlelit table by herself, then took a bath and dressed.
A couple hours later, she sashayed into the upscale pub looking and feeling like a million dollars in a soft, black silk blouse unbuttoned halfway to her navel, a black silk miniskirt, sheer black hose and black pumps with spike heels.
If her husband didn't find her desirable enough to fuck, there were plenty of guys, and girls, who did and she wasn't going to sit home, pining her life away.
She stopped just inside the door and looked around. The crowd was light for Friday night, and George was easy to find. He had her problem in reverse, this was his favorite hangout and he was right where he was supposed to be, so she wouldn't have to cast her bait in another spot. He had been trying to get in her pants for months, but he was a friend of Chad's, and she wouldn't let him get to first base. But that was past tense. Tonight, he was going to get his wish, and she wasn't wearing panties, so it was going to be easy.
As she sauntered across the room, her unfettered tits jiggling enticingly and her shapely legs flashing, George glanced at her. She looked directly at him and smiled seductively, and he nearly fell off his chair.
"Hello, George," she said casually as she pulled out a chair and sat down. "You won't find the answer to your problem in the bottom of a bottle, you know."
He jumped up so fast he knocked his chair over and fumbled with it to get it upright. "Suzanne, hello, this is the last place I expected to see you."
"I know. Will I cramp your style if I join you? Are you waiting for someone?"
"No, you won't cramp my style, as you put it. I'm all alone, and I expect to stay that way."
"Yeah, pickings are pretty slim tonight."
"I'm just killing time."
"Yeah, sure you are, George. We both are."
He stared at her as if he couldn't believe she was really there. "My God, you look good. Breathtaking even, positively seductive. Guess I shouldn't say that about my buddy's wife, huh?"
"Oh, come on, George," she said with amusement, "we both know you've been trying to get in my pants for months. That I'm Chad's wife hasn't made any difference before, so why should it make any difference now?"
"Why are you here, Suzanne?"
"Of all the gin joints in the world, why did I have to pick this one?" She chuckled sexily, and saw the hair on his arms stand up. "Do you remember that line from the movie, George? I'm here because I was pretty sure you would be here."
"You're playing with me."
"Not yet, but I'd like to. You're a handsome, virile man, and it pleases me that you find me attractive."
"Ravishing is closer to the truth." He swallowed hard. "I'm forgetting my manners. Would you like a drink?"
"Black Jack and water, over rocks."
Suzanne regarded her him with a coy smile as he waved the cocktail waitress over and ordered. She remembered what Faith Harwell said about him, and felt warm juice flood her pussy.
"Okay," he said, "let's suppose I believe that you want to play with me, I still don't know why you turned me down in the past, then suddenly come looking for me."
"In the past, I was afraid word would get back to Chad. Then I had a little chat with Faith Harwell, and realized that you're in no position to kiss and tell any more than I am. If word got back to Gladys, she'd leave you and take her money with her."
"Gladys isn't as bad as you think," he said.
"Oh, George, don't ever try to bullshit me. Gladys wouldn't say pussy if she was talking about a cat. Where is she right now, getting ready for bed, with her hair in curlers and some repulsive, evil-smelling goop all over her face?"
"Point taken," he admitted sheepishly. "She's probably already asleep. What's this about Faith? What does she have to do with anything?"
"Don't act innocent with me, George. I know all about your little trysts every Wednesday afternoon."
"What are you, a peeping Tom, or whatever a girl peeper is called?"
"I like to watch, but I don't hide in the bushes and peek through windows." She waited until the waitress brought her drink, then took a sip and looked at him over the rim with twinkling eyes. "Faith's pussy is pretty tight, but mine is tighter."
He nearly choked on his drink. "How would you know?"
"Because I've had my fingers and tongue in it, George."
This time, he did choke. He cleared his throat and looked at her with total disbelief. "She's isn't a lez," he muttered, then realized how inane it sounded. If she'd had her fingers and tongue in Faith's pussy, didn't that mean she was the lesbian? But she couldn't be a lesbian, she was married to Chad, and he would never do anything so goofy. "You just made that up to get me to admit that Faith and I have a thing going. Chad would never marry a lesbian."
"He didn't, George. Faith and I are bisexual. You know what that means, don't you, a worldly guy like you?"
"Right now, I don't know what I know," he said.
"We've talked long enough. Faith said that you're well-hung, but maybe she was just blowing smoke. I guess you aren't interested in finding out if my pussy really is tighter than hers, so I'll be on my way. Thanks for the drink."
"Wait," he said quickly. "Jesus, Suzanne, you're my buddy's wife!"
"Okay, pretend for a moment that I'm a girl you just met. I know you hang out here hoping to score a piece of ass, so think of me that way for a moment. I've been married to your buddy all the time you've known me, and you still wanted to fuck me, so what's the problem now?" She could tell her earthy language shocked him. She wanted it to, wanted to send him a strong signal. "Are you all talk and no action?"
He regarded her with astonishment, bewilderment, and more than a little interest. "I thought I knew you," he said quietly.
"You don't know me at all, George. Did you hit on me because you thought you wouldn't score and just wanted to have a little fun? Did you think it was just a little harmless flirtation, and now you're afraid to take what I'm offering?"
"Are you making a pass at me?"
She chuckled sexily. "Do you want me to draw you a picture? Are you interested?"
"God, Suzanne, even if I were.. . " He took a sip of his drink, then cleared his throat. "How do I know you aren't playing a game with me?"
"Enough of this nonsense, George! If you don't find me desirable, say so, but don't give me bullshit about being your buddy's wife." She pulled her blouse open so he could see her tit. "Look at my nipple. Is it hard?"
"Jesus!" he muttered. He wanted to leaned across the table and lick the pretty bud. "Yes, but it could be from your blouse rubbing it."
She let her blouse fall back into place, turned toward him and spread her legs slightly. "Put your hand between my legs."
He reached under the table and put his hand on the inside of her thigh, and hesitated, afraid to reach higher, afraid she was leading him on.
She reached down, grasped his forearm, and pushed his hand higher.
"Touch my pussy," she said softly.
He extended his finger and lifted his eyebrows. "I expected pantyhose."
"I never wear them, and tonight I'm not wearing panties, either. You saw my hard nipple. If my pussy is wet, that means I'm not playing a game with you. You can find out for yourself easily enough."
"I can't believe I'm doing this," he muttered as he put his finger in her hole.
Her heart beat so fast, she had trouble speaking. "Is it hot and wet?"
"like a lava pit," he sighed. He started to pull his hand away.
She grabbed his arm. "Not yet," she breathed. "There's a tawdry little motel a few blocks down the street that has water beds and mirrors and closed circuit X-rated TV. Will you take me there? I like to fuck in front of mirrors."
He yielded to the inevitable. He had to fuck her now, even if she had been his brother's wife. "Baby, I'll take you any place you want to go. But you have to let me have my hand back."
"If I must," she sighed, and released his hand. "Follow me in your car. I'm registered in room 12, back away from the street."
"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you, already registering that way?"
"Honey, if it wasn't you, it would be somebody else just like you."
George shook his head, stood and slipped a twenty out of his money clip and waved it at the cocktail waitress. "Keep the change, honey. I'll see you in a couple days."
"Boy, you really scored big tonight," the waitress giggled. "I get off in ten minutes."
"Oh, honey, he's isn't going to spend the weekend with me. I'll have him worn out long before the sun rises in the morning." She smiled and patted the waitress on the cheek. "You look like a fun girl. If you go both ways, maybe I'll take you along next time."
"You're so sexy, I'd stand on my head for you! Have fun."
"I've got to be crazy," George muttered as he escorted Suzanne out of the pub and helped her into her car.
Suzanne chuckled. "Afraid you can't handle me?"
He stopped on the way to buy a bottle of chilled champagne, a plastic ice bucket, a bag of ice, and two plastic champagne goblets.
CHAPTER TWO
Suzanne was waiting in the room with the door open. "You think of everything," she said, giving him a big smile.
"I'm trying," George said, "but my brain isn't working very well right now. I've had plenty of surprises in my life, but this takes the cake."
The room looked like a mirrored box, and she looked at her multiple reflections and nodded. "I'm not in love with myself, George, I just like to fuck in front of mirrors." She turned on the TV, flipped through a half dozen channels and selected one of two girls and a guy fucking. "Those girls are beautiful, and the guy is really hung."
"That's Samantha Strong and Ashlyn Gere and Peter North," he said.
"You must watch a lot of skin flicks to know who they are."
"Yeah, I guess I do."
"Do you jack off when you watch them."
"That's pretty personal," he said.
"No more personal than fucking," she said. "Don't be ashamed that you jack off. We all do what we have to do. I've already worn out two vibrators this year, and my fingers get a good workout every day." She took off her blouse and skirt and posed for him. "Don't you think a girl wearing a black garter belt, black hose and black shoes looks so naughty?"
"You look sexy."
"Naughty and sexy," she laughed softly.
"I like the color of your bush. I've never been with a real redhead."
"Actually, I'm a strawberry-blonde, but my muff has more red in it."
"Whatever," he said. "I'm not an interior decorator, but I know what I like, and I like you. I don't know a girl with more spirit."
"You've probably never been with a girl who-likes to fuck as much as I do, not even Faith Harwell." She sat in the upholstered chair in front of the TV and draped a leg over the arm. "Do you like to watch a girl play with her pussy?" She ran the middle finger of her right hand slowly up and down her hairy gash, then wormed it into her passion pit.
"You sure are a hot number. Are you going to jack off?"
"Mmmmm, probably." Slowly, savoring the enticing feel, she drew the tip of her wet finger up the length of her crack and touched her clit, and her ass squirmed. "When I touch my pussy, it's hard to stop until I cum." She rubbed her joy button lightly, making it fatten and pop out of its hood. "Take off your clothes, then get down in front of me."
He undressed and knelt in front of the chair and she watched the movie as she draped her other leg over the arm of the chair and used both hands to pull her lips apart.
"Look at my pussy and tell me what you think," she said softly.
"I think it's beautiful," he said. "Your clit is the biggest I've ever seen."
"This movie is good," she said softly. "Watching them fuck really turns me on. Do you want me to finger-fuck myself?" She grinned, playing a game with him. She liked to play sex games. "If you do, you have to say it."
"Yeah, finger-fuck yourself," he said, his voice tight with lust.
Her lewd posture was totally wild and wanton. She put two fingers in her hole, pumped them in and out several times, lifted them to her mouth and sucked them, then put them back in her pussy.
He stared at her crotch, and his cock got so hard, it was hard to keep his eyes open.
"Lick me, honey, all around my fingers."
He licked all around her fingers, tickled her clit with the tip of his tongue, then licked the palm of her hand.
"Oh, that really turns me on," she whispered. "Here I go, honey, watch closely." She pulled her fingers out of her hole, captured her big clit between them and jiggled her hand rapidly. She squealed and popped her cork and sprayed juice all over her crotch and the inside of her thighs. She held her hand still with her clit between her fingers and chuckled softly. "I've got a hair trigger."
"That's awesome," he said. "I've heard about girls who squirt, but I've never seen one. Live, I mean, I've seen girls in movies do it, but I thought it was trickery."
"Nothing fake about me, honey." She put her hand behind his head and pulled it forward. "Lick my juice up."
He licked the inside of her thighs, her crotch, her slit, and her belly, then she pushed his head away gently.
"How about a glass of champagne," she said, "just to get me in the mood? Bubbly makes my clit tingle."
"If you aren't in the mood now," he laughed, "I'm not sure I ought to stay around. You'll eat me alive."
"You've got the eating part right," she chuckled.
He opened the champagne and poured it. She sat in front of the TV and watched the movie and drank without speaking. When she finished, she set her glass on the TV and said, "Get on the bed."
He sat on the side of the bed and watched her cross the room, her luscious tits jiggling. She put her finger in her hole, rubbed it over his lips, then kissed him. Her small handbag was lying on the table, and she opened it and took out a pair of silk evening gloves, then pushed him onto his back. Looking at him with humid eyes, she rubbed her hand over his belly.
Fiery sensations lanced through him, and his dick vibrated and pulsed. "God, those gloves feel fabulous," he muttered.
"I know all kinds of tricks to make you feel good," she said softly, "and I like to give pleasure as much as I like to get it." She wrapped her fist around his prick and looked at it lovingly as she stroked it slowly. "Your cock is as big as Faith said, and I simply adore big cocks. When you fuck me, be sure you rock the cradle. I get a little crazy when a guy can go real deep, and when I get a little crazy, I'm a better fuck. If I suck you off, how long will it take you to recover?"
"The way I feel right now, it might not even get soft!" He put his hand on her thighs and moved it slowly toward her pussy. "Seriously, only a few minutes."
She pulled his hand between her thighs and covered her hairy mound with his palm, then pulled him up and kissed him and gave him her tongue. He groped her tits and caressed her pussy, and his desire swelled as her sweet tongue darted in and out of his mouth. She broke the kiss and licked his lips, then pushed him onto his back.
"Play with my tits while I make your cock feel good," she whispered.
She licked his nipples, then her sensuous, moist lips drifted down his body as her gloved fingers danced over his stout rod with feathery caresses. She dragged her lips and tongue across his belly, and his swollen cock quivered and a deep groan rumbled out of his chest. Her tongue fluttered up his shaft and danced over the head, and he groaned again, deeper in his chest. She held his rod firmly in her gloved fist and stroked it with tender loving care as she stared at it with a profound hunger in her gleaming eyes.
He leaned against the headboard and watched her, her provocative touch making his hot rod pulsate and twitch and the muscles in his thighs tremble. "Those silk gloves are something else," he said.
She put her left hand around his bare knob and her right hand just below it on the shaft and pumped him with long strokes.
Her left hand felt better than some pussies he'd fucked, and he quivered all over and muttered, "Jesus."
"No, dear," she said quietly, "the goddess of carnal pleasure.
Holding him with both hands on the shaft, she kissed the head of his cock, lapped it with her moist tongue, then opened her mouth wide and let the turgid knob glide between her lips until the tip banged the back of her throat.
He moaned hoarsely and lifted his hips off the bed, thrusting his cock into her mouth. His arousal soared from the electrifying embrace of her sexy, drenched mouth, and his breath wheezed out of his chest in ragged gasps.
She pressed his meat between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, and his body shuddered and quaked. She chuckled deep in her throat, and the vibrations reverberated in his balls. She sucked like a Hoover and bobbed her head slowly up and down, and he had never felt anything so incredible.
Watching his buddy's wanton wife give him the best blow job he'd ever had made his pleasure more acute, more potent. His hips moved in rhythm with the bobbing of her head, helping her fuck herself in the mouth with his cock, and she made ravenous, swallowing noises as she moved her head up and down more urgently, letting the bulging head of his cock slide into the back of her throat on each downward plunge of her head.
"God, honey, you're a fantastic cocksucker," he muttered.
He wallowed numbly in mental clouds of euphoria, her talented mouth driving him rapidly toward the ecstatic peak, the pressure surging and magnifying, ballooning into a churning burden, demanding release. He reached for the peak, but couldn't quite make it.
She suddenly lifted her head and let his prick slide from her tight lips with a soft plop. "Don't fight me, honey, let your juice come out so I can drink it."
"Guess I'm a little tense," he muttered. "God, you're a good cocksucker. I've never felt anything like it."
She wrapped her gloved hand around his dick and pulled it gently. "Close your eyes and just let it happen. It's going to feel so good when you cum."
She opened her mouth wide as she lowered her head and the muscles in his thighs knotted and trembled and a groaning sigh burst from his lips as her sensual, humid mouth closed on his prick. She thrust her head down and the tip of his cock slid into her throat, and she sucked him the only way she knew how-all-out, with gusto.
The pressure of his orgasm immediately swelled again, he thrust his hips off the bed and his body stiffened, then a strong shudder raced through him and he gave up his load.
She gurgled happily and gulped his jism noisily and sucked harder, then abruptly lifted her head and jerked him rapidly, and cum spattered on her lips, nose and cheeks. He writhed on the bed in the throes of ecstasy until his dick shrank into a tube of limp flesh.
"I wanted to watch you cum. I like to watch a cock squirt. I hope I didn't mess it up for you."
"God, no, you were fantastic! Lie down and I'll lick your pussy."
"Oh, goodie," she squealed softly, "I simply love a lively tongue in my pussy." She flopped on her back and spread her legs and caressed her pussy. "I get off every time I fuck, but I think cumming on a tongue is my favorite."
He rolled between her legs, peeled her cunt lips apart and gazed at her sopping gash. "Beautiful," he murmured. He licked her slit, then stuck his tongue in her hole. "Mmmmmm, you taste good, too."
"Oh, honey," she gurgled, "your tongue feels so good. Lick me good and make me cum!"
He took his time, savoring every nanosecond of the delectable chore. Starting just in front of her ass-hole, he wiggled the pointed tip of his tongue through her slit all the way to the top, danced around her clit, snaked back down to her wet hole, then flattened it and swept it up and down her steamy gash.
She held his head with one hand and hunched her cunt at his mouth, moaning and sighing continually as the wonderful feelings she had come to cherish radiated from her crotch to permeate her entire body.
He separated her fat lips with the tip of his tongue and tenderly sucked each one, nipping it lightly with his teeth. Her ass squirmed vigorously and her moans increased, getting louder and louder as his tongue went faster. Then his tongue settled on her fleshy joy button and teased it with light strokes, and her breath escaped from her lungs with a whoosh.
"Oh, God, honey, your tongue feels so fucking good! I always cum so fucking hard when my clit is licked!"
He paused a moment and looked up at her and teased, "Do you really want me to make you cum?"
"Oooooo, yeah," she whimpered, "make my pussy explode, honey!"
He wrapped his arms around her shapely thighs and went back to his pleasurable task, circling her fat love stud with the tip of his tongue, licked it playfully, then buried his mouth in her sultry crack and went after her clit like a man possessed.
She draped her legs over his shoulders and wiggled her ass, a steady stream of moans and whimpers pouring from her mouth, as he brought her closer and closer to nirvana. When she popped her cork, she grabbed his head with both hands, locked her legs around his neck and humped her ass wildly, her cry of deliverance sounding like a mixture of anguish and elation.
"Fuck me, baby," she moaned, opening her legs and pushing at his head, "please, fuck me now! I've got to have your big cock in me!"
He flipped her over onto her hands and knees, and her long strawberry-blonde hair hung down around her lust-laden face as she looked over her shoulder at him and rotated her ass impatiently.
He knelt behind her, used one hand to guide the head of his prick to her hot little honey hole, and flipped his hips forward.
"Oh, God, yes, honey," she howled, "shove it to me! Fuck my brains out with your wonderful cock!"
He grabbed her generous hips and levered his hips forward, burying his cock to the hilt in her slick gap in one fell swoop. "I like a girl with real hips and ass," he grunted. "You're better built than Faith, and your pussy is easier to get to from the back."
His hips worked smoothly, like two well-oiled hinges, as he fucked his buddy's hot wife briskly, driving his cock in and out of her, using the full length to probe the depths of her tight love tunnel and rock her cradle.
She lifted her head and stared into the mirror at the head of the bed. She could see her reflection from the front, the sides and the top, and the salacious sight thrilled her. Fiery tendrils of carnal hunger made every nerve ending in her body tingle, a deep blush of acute sexual excitement covered her chest, and her thick tit tips were rigid and pointed, confirming that her orgasm was imminent.
"Oh, yes, honey, fuck me! Oh, honey, your cock feels so fucking good," she wailed over and over, her voice wavering from deep contralto to an almost shrill soprano.
He clung to her hips and plowed her fertile furrow with long, hard strokes, lifting her off her knees each time he slammed all the way in and hit bottom, trying to see if she really did get a little crazy when her cradle was rocked.
Her body twisted and contorted, writhed and undulated as he fucked her to another superb climax. Her wails became louder, then her body went into convulsions and her sex gun fired relentlessly as he fucked her with mighty thrusts, driving her beyond the peak, into the never-never land of utter gratification.
He sat down on the bed, pulling her back with him, his cock wedged securely deep in her greedy snatch. She sat up straight, facing his feet, and humped up and down a few times, then got her feet under her, squatted over his loins and heaved her ass up and down urgently, sparking herself to yet another orgasm on his prod.
She grabbed her tits with her left hand and pinched and pulled her nipples. Her right hand flew into her crotch, two fingers skated between the stretched lips of her cunt and captured her clit and wiggled rapidly.
She looked in the mirror at the head of the bed and watched his cock appear and disappear as she humped her ass up and down. It was like watching herself perform in a raunchy movie, like the one on the TV, and the sight turned her on even more.
He lay still and let her ride his cock until she stopped playing with her nipples and clit and put her hands on the bed and worked her ass up and down faster, then he put his hands on her ass and thrust up to meet her.
After a couple of false starts, they got their act together, and her ass zipped up and down, her hot hole going from one end of his long dong to the other, alternately swallowing his meat and spitting it out. When her ass was all the way up, she hung onto his broad cockhead with her cunt and rotated her ass wildly. She came up rapidly and changed to a straight up and down motion, her ass a blur of motion, whimpering and squealing with rapture.
She rode him like a champion bareback rider, taking all the cock he could give her and loving every second of it, and he thrust harder as his own climax came closer. She came, bucking and twisting like a whirlwind with his cock at the vortex. She felt his cum gush into her burning depths and her cunt automatically milked his cock. The frantic action of her tight sheath intensified the pleasure for both of them, and he pumped into her with hard strokes, bouncing her ass up and down.
Her orgasm subsided and she quickly dismounted and knelt by his hip, staring at his sticky dick with fiery eyes. She grabbed his shaft with both gloved hands, put her mouth over his cockhead and locked her lips just below the crown, and jacked him rapidly and sucked greedily. His body vibrated and his prick erupted again and filled her mouth with cum, and this time, she swallowed all of it.
"God, baby, you are amazing," he grunted.
CHAPTER THREE
Suzanne was dawdling over the lifestyle section of the morning paper when Barbara came for her ritual mid-morning coffee.
"Hank called at five this morning," Barbara said as she got her coffee. "I was barely awake, but I think he said they drove all night and were going to catch a couple hours sleep before they go to the bowling alley." She sat at the kitchen table with Suzanne and sipped her coffee. "Mmmmm, you make good coffee. You know, if it wasn't for you, I'd get pretty damn tired of this bullshit pretty damn quick."
"The trials and tribulations of a housewife," Suzanne said. "I thought about getting a job, just to have something to do, but Chad blew up when I mentioned it, so I guess that's out."
"Yeah, Hank feels the same way. I called last night, about eight, but I guess you were out. Did you get laid?"
"You know I did. I don't think I told you, I met a guy a few nights ago who didn't seem too bad. He wanted to take me to a motel, but I had my eye on another guy, so I put him off. His wife goes to the gym every Saturday afternoon, and he invited me to come over and party with him and a couple of his buddies."
"I don't know how you do it," Barbara said. "I have trouble meeting guys, and they seem to fall all over you. If Hank would stay home once in a while, I wouldn't even have to look."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Suzanne said. "Chad thinks a marriage license is like a hunting license. Unless the game is in season, he can't take it."
"I stay in season," Barbara laughed derisively, "but Hank doesn't seem to notice."
"Well, if you're in season right now, why don't we take a shower together, give each other a little nooky, then have lunch and go visit Eric? I don't know if he's any good, but it's a way to pass the time."
"The nooky sounds super, and the rest of it doesn't sound half bad," Barbara said. "Anything is better than playing with myself, but I'll need more than a little licking."
"You always do," Suzanne laughed, "and I always give you as much as you want."
They came together under the warm water, and Suzanne smiled dreamily as she kissed Barbara's lips, neck, and thick nipples. Barbara lifted her tits and held the heavy globes and
Suzanne rubbed their nipples together.
"God, I love the way that feels," Barbara murmured. She pushed Suzanne back, and her bright blue eyes drifted slowly up and down the redhead's leggy body. Her beautiful tits were high and firm, more long than round, with long thick nipples, and the luxuriant patch of red hair in her crotch completely covered her plump mound and rambled into the crack of her ass. "God, you're beautiful."
Suzanne cupped her tits and caressed her nipples with her thumbs as she posed proudly. "You make me so hot just by looking at me, darling," she breathed. "You like to look at my body, don't you?"
"You know I do," Barbara whispered, her mouth dry, her throat constricted.
"My tits sag a little."
"Your tits are beautiful, darling," Barbara said softly. "I love to fondle them and suck your fat nipples. Until I let you seduce me, I had no idea that I liked girls. I thought riding a cock was the only way to go. Now, I sometimes can't make up my mind which I like most."
"You don't have to choose, darling," Suzanne said. "I'll give you all the pussy you want, and help you find all the cock you want."
Suzanne pulled Barbara to her and put her arms around the blonde, and their tits and bellies rubbing together made their blood race faster and hotter. She put her hands under Barbara's shapely ass cheeks and pulled her groin forward and pressed their mounds together and wiggled her ass, grinding her pussy against Barbara's.
Barbara's breathing became shallow and fast. She was fairly new to the pleasures of lesbian love, and the unique experience of making it with another girl held a special fascination for her. She put her arms around Suzanne's neck and held on tightly as they rubbed mounds languidly, their passions building, their pussies getting wetter by the second.
"I can feel your clit rubbing against mine," Suzanne whispered. "Does it excite you as much it does me?"
"Oh, God, yes," Barbara said in a hoarse whisper, "and it excites the hell out of me! I'm going to cum!"
"Super, baby," Suzanne exclaimed excitedly, "get it, I love to make you cum."
They clung to each other like their bodies were covered with Velcro as Suzanne continued her slow grinding motion, keeping their clits pressed tightly together and staring into Barbara's eyes as she hunched her cunt.
"I want to hear it when you cum," Suzanne whispered hotly. "I want you to tell me how much you like it."
"I love it," Barbara whimpered, "God, how I love it!" Passion took hold, her eyes glazed over and her mouth fell open. She tightened her grip on Suzanne's neck and hunched back at her. "Oh, darling, you always make my pussy feel so fucking good!"
Suzanne slid the middle finger of her right hand into the crack of Barbara's ass and tickled her tight brown anus lightly, barely touching the puckered flesh.
Barbara gasped, her hips jerked harder and she hissed, "Now, darling, now!"
Suzanne continued to rub their cunts together and stuck the tip of her finger in the blonde's ass-hole.
"Yes," Barbara wailed as her pussy exploded, "oh, fuck, yes!" She peaked and popped and pooped abruptly, then hung onto Suzanne's neck, panting heavily.
"Cumming standing up makes your knees weak," Suzanne chuckled.
"Darling, every time I cum with you, my knees get weak," Barbara said softly. "It didn't last long, but it sure was good! I was so keyed up I thought I would burst, and that took the edge off very nicely."
They pressed their tits together and kissed, and Barbara's lips came alive as she thrust her tongue into Suzanne's mouth. Their tongues fenced and they swapped spit. Suzanne caressed the sexy blonde's satiny ass and scrubbed their pussies together, then broke the kiss and leaned her head back.
"Barbara, dear Barbara, I've got to fuck you, darling. I'm so fucking hot!"
Barbara's pulse raced. "Yes," she whispered, "let's fuck each other until we scream with joy"
"You're one up one me," Suzanne teased. "Let's go to bed and get comfortable."
They held hands and hot-footed it to the bedroom, and Suzanne flipped the bedspread back, uncovering black satin sheets. Gently, but firmly, she pushed Barbara down on the bed, and her legs automatically popped open as she lay back.
"We owe our gadabout husband's one thing," Suzanne said. "If it wasn't for them, we would never have become such good friends."
"Hmmmmm, don't forget lovers, darling," Barbara said softly as she put her hand between her legs and rubbed her hairy slit. "Thinking about your tongue in my pussy sets me on fire."
"I don't have a hose, but I'll bet I can put out your fire," Suzanne chuckled.
They rolled onto their sides facing each other, and their satiny flesh made a delicate rustling sound as they entwined their shapely gams. They came together and the electrifying touch of four hard nipples pressing together made them gasp.
Barbara's face was flushed with excitement, and her eyes glittered as she stared into Suzanne's deep green eyes. They stared at each other a moment, savoring the thought of how good they were going to make each other feel. A silent signal passed between them, and they kissed again, long and deep and passionately, and fondled each other's firm tits, then Suzanne turned and stretched out in the opposite direction. She flexed her left knee and put her foot flat on the bed and opened her crotch as she pushed Barbara's legs open, slid her cheek along the soft flesh on the inside of the blonde's thigh, and kissed her pussy.
Barbara gasped and bucked and Suzanne chuckled as she rubbed her face in Barbara's luxuriant bush, the loosely curled blonde hair feeling as soft as the softest fur.
"Yes," Barbara hissed, "eat my pussy!"
"Patience, my lovely one, we have plenty of time. Let it build so you'll cum real hard for me."
"Ooohhh," Barbara sighed, giving way to Suzanne's stronger personality.
Suzanne's long, pointed pink tongue slithered between her red lips and made contact with the coral lips of Barbara's pussy, and she ran the tip up and down the hairy slit until the tender lips unfolded like the petals of a delicate blossom opening to embrace the rising sun.
Her muscles taut with anticipation and expectation, Barbara traced the tip of her finger down Suzanne's full lips, then eased it into her slick honey hole.
Suzanne wriggled her hips and whispered, "Aaahhh, baby, that feels good. I love it when you play with my pussy."
"You love it when anybody plays with your pussy," Barbara snickered.
Suzanne's taste buds tingled as she licked up the sweet elixir seeping from Barbara's slit. Her tongue glided between the inner lips, along the slick pink slit to the juicy hole, and she stabbed her tongue into the tight little opening and kissed the puffy lips.
Barbara put both hands in the redhead's crotch and pulled the long gash open and ran the tip of her tongue through it, from bottom to top. The sensations in her own pussy made her giddy with euphoria, and she felt an orgasm begin to stir deep in her belly.
Suzanne covered Barbara's soft, furry pussy with her mouth and thrust her tongue into the young blonde's sex pot again and again, tongue-fucking her enthusiastically. Barbara's hips hunched, mimicking a fucking motion, and she made her tongue flat and broad and dragged it up Barbara's slit to her bulging clitoris.
Barbara gasped as Suzanne's tongue swiped across the turgid bud of sensitive flesh. She kissed the redhead's pussy, just a light, quick peck to tease her, then put her mouth on Suzanne's nether mouth and kissed it passionately.
Suzanne licked Barbara's clit lightly, coaxing the pulsing point of flesh out of its hood, and it popped out and stood tall and ready for servicing.
Barbara kissed Suzanne's pussy again and the tip of her tongue slid out to touch the gash. When Suzanne licked her clit, her tongue moved out further and licked Suzanne's clit, then as Suzanne licked faster, her tongue shot out and licked rapidly up and down Suzanne's wet slit, instinctively transferring to Suzanne's pussy the same pleasure the redhead was giving her.
"Let's cum together, darling," Suzanne murmured.
Suzanne pursed her lips around Barbara's clit, held it gently as she applied a slight sucking pressure and ran the tip of her tongue over the pulsing stud, steadily increasing the speed of her tongue on the fleshy button until Barbara's belly was heaving with erotic tension and her hips were hunching faster.
Barbara hunched closer to Suzanne so their bodies touched from their tits to their bellies and held onto her thighs as she licked the redhead's salacious gash lovingly. Suzanne's cunt became hotter and frothier, and Barbara slid her tongue up and started lashing her clit.
They held each other tightly, bucking and twisting and licking and sucking, inching closer and closer to blast off, each trying to make the other pop her sex gun first, moans and groans of licentious bliss drifting up from their crotches as their tongues performed their gratifying task.
A steady torrent of agitation, generated by Suzanne's dynamic tongue, flowed through Barbara's animated body to the tip of her tongue, where she transferred it to Suzanne's clit.
Suzanne clung to Barbara's convulsing body like a leech, her tongue going lickety-split to bring out the blonde's climax, willing herself to hold back until Barbara started cumming.
She didn't have to wait very long. Barbara's body jerked violently, then became spastic. She momentarily forgot to tongue Suzanne's clit as her climax gripped her, then she resumed her oral action and brought Suzanne off with her, and they humped and bucked in unison, cumming tumultuously, their tongues flicking furiously.
Barbara released Suzanne and fell over onto her back, her eyes wide open and glazed, her mouth agape as she panted for breath. "God damn," she wheezed, "that was one hell of an orgasm!"
"Yes, indeed, it was," Suzanne agreed. "I liked it, liked it a lot."
"Not bad for a backward little country girl, huh?"
"Not bad at all, darling! I remember how reluctant you were the first time I tried to get your head between my legs. You've sure come on strong since you decided that licking pussy isn't so bad." Suzanne stretched and purred. "If we're going to get some cock this afternoon, we'd better get our asses in gear. What do you want for lunch?"
"Doesn't matter," Barbara said, "I've already had dessert. I wonder if there are any other jobs in this screwed-up world where a girl can have as much fun as we do and still earn a good living."
"Sure," Suzanne chuckled, "it's called the oldest profession in the world."
"Yeah, I'd probably starve trying to peddle my pussy. Well, on second thought, I wouldn't have to worry about trying to make a date with a guy, and with what I've learned from you, I could probably make a good living, maybe even a couple hundred dollars a night. Give a guy a whiff of hot pussy, and he loses all his common sense."
"Honey, when his cock gets hard, his brains all drain into the head of the damned thing," Suzanne laughed. "You could make three or four hundred dollars a night, easy."
"Well, no matter how much money I could make, I don't think I could do it," Barbara said.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Mmmmmm, I love these gorgeous early Fall days," Suzanne said as she and Barbara tooled through the streets to the suburbs. "I'm looking forward to an afternoon of fun."
"Does this Eric guy know your real name?"
"Oh, no way, darling. You know my rule, if I want to see a guy again, I make the contact. Let's make up a couple names to give them."
"How about Pepper for you, because of your red bush, and Ginger for me?"
"I like it," Suzanne said, "Pepper and Ginger it is."
"How many guys have you had in the past year?"
"Oh, I don't know," Suzanne mused. "Thirty, maybe forty, maybe even more, I don't keep count, and I sometimes go back to the same ones several times."
"Suppose Chad suddenly got interested in you, could you give it up?"
"Darling, that's something I'll never have to worry about. He's got the libido of a snail, and yesterday he finally admitted that he doesn't care that much about sex."
"You sure Eric's wife won't be there?"
"He said she spends half of her time at the gym, working out, and he always picks her up, so we'll have two or three hours." Suzanne looked at her watch. "We'll be there in a few minutes. The game should be over about now."
Three young men in their twenties sat glued to the TV, hooting and hollering and punching each other as they watched the Broncos annihilate their arch adversary, the Raiders. After the game, Dick and Tom went out in the back yard to toss the football around.
About five minutes later, Eric opened the back door and called, "Hey, guys, the post-game entertainment is here. Want to come in and see the show?"
Dick and Tom jostled each other as they hurried inside like two eager stallions.
"I hope you got a good skin flick," Tom said.
Dick spied the two girls sitting on the couch and grinned. "Better," he said, "he got real women."
"Hello, boys," Suzanne said, "I'm Pepper, and this is Ginger."
"That's Dick, that's Tom, and I'm Eric."
"I know who you are, stud," Suzanne said. "You didn't say your friends were so good-looking. If you'll show us the way to the ladies room, we'll get ready for you."
"Through the dining room, down the hall on the left," Eric said.
"Don't go away," Barbara said coyly. "We'll be right back."
"And no peeking," Suzanne said.
"They're a couple of real foxes," Tom said after the girls left the room. "Where the hell did you find them? Are they pros?"
"Don't think so," Eric replied. "I ran into the redhead in a bar the other night. She said she couldn't go with me then, but she jumped at the chance to come over this afternoon. I didn't know she was going to bring her girlfriend."
"The more the merrier," Tom said.
"They're both older than us," Dick said.
"Who cares, as long as they look like those two and their pussies are tight," Eric said.
"Hey, I'm not complaining," Dick said, "I like to fuck older girls."
Suzanne and Barbara returned, wearing only bright smiles and high heels, their tits jiggling enticingly as they sashayed into the living room.
"We thought you would be stripped for action," Barbara said, pretending surprise as she sat on the couch and looked at the three men. "Don't you like us?"
Suzanne eyed the lusting young men critically. "Maybe if you play with your pussy you can stimulate their interest," she said.
Barbara smiled seductively and licked her lips. "Would you like to watch me get myself off?"
The guys nodded their heads so hard, they nearly fell off.
"You have to undress," Barbara said as she opened her legs and put one hand in her crotch. "I won't jack off unless I can look at your cocks."
If the Olympics had a category for undressing, the men would have shared a gold medal. They sat on the floor, enthralled by the prospect of watching the sensual blonde jack off for them.
Barbara watched the guys watching her as she fingered her slit and Suzanne sat on the other end of the couch and crossed her legs so she wouldn't distract them from Barbara.
"Hey, it isn't fair for me to sit here playing with my pussy and you're just watching," Barbara said. "Stroke your cocks and get them hard so I can ride one right after I cum."
Eric grabbed his cock and stroked it enthusiastically, working the foreskin back and forth over the bulging knob, and Dick and Tom followed his example. They weren't quite as intent about it as he was. He was giving Barbara a show, encouraging her to get herself off, and they were simply making themselves feel good while she gave them a show.
Barbara's gaze locked with Eric's, and he grinned and winked, urging her on. She winked back, and spread her cunt lips, parting the thick bush of curly blonde pubic hair, showing him the pink interior of her pussy.
She thrust her right fuck finger in her hole, twisted it around, dragged it up her gash and teased her clit, then repeated the insertion, using two fingers. Holding the two fingers deep in her hole, she used the middle finger of her left hand to stroke her love button. Even half-hard, Eric's big prick looked magnificent, and her clit throbbed in passionate approval as she imagined how his tool would feel in her pussy.
"Ohhh," she breathed, stabbing the two fingers in her pulsing cunt. "Look at that big fucking machine! Ahhh, that would feel so nice in my pussy."
Fully aroused and ready to cum, ready to get herself off in front of three strange men, Barbara cleared the last hurdle and finger-fucked herself to a quick orgasm. The initial burst of sexual relief didn't satisfy her, but it didn't matter, not with three cocks available to divide between her and Suzanne.
"Mmmmmm, that felt so good," she murmured.
"Hey, don't stop now," Dick said.
Barbara looked at him and grinned mischievously. "You really want me to do it again?"
She continued to finger-fuck herself and strum her clit, bringing herself to a second, stronger, shuddering release, then slowed the pace of her finger-fucking, but continued to play with her clit, keeping her emotions at the joyous point as long as she could. Watching Eric stroke his fully erect cock helped her hang right on the edge.
"That's the way, honey," Dick said softly. "Doesn't it feel good?"
"I came twice," Barbara said.
"You can cum more if you want to," Tom offered. "We like to watch you."
Barbara removed her hands from her pussy and let her emotions recede. "No, that's enough solo action for now. Pepper hasn't cum yet, and she must be very hungry by now." She looked at the lustful young men and grinned. "I think the three of you should come over here and take turns licking our sweet little pussies. What do you think, Pepper?"
"Damn right," Suzanne exclaimed, sliding over by Barbara and pressing their hips together, "my pussy could use a good tongue job."
"Do her pussy first," Barbara said. "I like to watch her get off."
Suzanne put her feet on the couch and pushed her ass forward with her pussy right on the edge of the cushion so Tom could reach her slit easily. "The speciality of the house," she said as she spread her cunt lips with her fingers, "come and get it."
Tom got on his knees between Suzanne's legs, and she arched her hot, wet pussy at him, her clit pulsing in anticipation of a good climax. Watching them play with their cocks while Barbara jacked off made her so hot, she could hardly wait for the young man to get his tongue working.
Tom stared into Suzanne's gaping pink gash for several seconds, awed by the beauty and sexiness of the female sex organ, then licked his lips and leaned in between her shapely thighs.
Suzanne looked down at the young pussy lapper and whispered, "Oh, yes, baby, suck my pussy good!"
Tom shuddered as he inhaled the unique, arousing aroma of her twat. He kissed her furry slit, then pushed his mouth up tight to her burning, wet cunt. Her slick juice coated his lips and her large, turgid clit bulged out of its hood as he dragged his tongue over it.
He pursed his lips, pressed them to her clit and ran the tip of his tongue over the erect stud, and she shivered and whimpered with joy. He tongued faster and she jerked harder. He opened his lips slightly and sucked the burning pink nubbin between his lips.
"Ooohhh," Suzanne moaned, "you're a good cunt sucker, baby! Oh, that feels so good! Suck my clit, baby, suck it and make me cum!"
He pushed in and up on top of her mound, lifting her clit up further, surrounded it with his puckered lips and sucked hard, and she threw her cunt at his mouth. Her head whipped from side to side, her mouth hung open, her muscles spasmed, and an expression of pleasurable torment covered her face.
Her hands flew to her tits and mauled the solid mounds. "I'm going to cum," she gasped.
He slipped a finger into her soggy hole and churned it around and flicked his tongue rapidly back and forth over her clit. Her luscious body responded tumultuously, jerking in great shudders, then she lifted her legs in the air, tipped her cunt up and grabbed his head with both hands, pulled his mouth tighter to her bubbling gash and squealed with pleasure.
He played with her clit a while longer, then used both hands to open her pussy wide, put his tongue fully into the open gash and ran it up and down the full length of the wet slit, whipping it over the pink folds of flesh.
"Enough," Suzanne moaned, pushing Tom's head away from her crotch, "enough! You've got a wicked tongue, baby, but I want your cock." She let her feet fall to the floor and leaned against Barbara.
"He's a natural when it comes to eating pussy," Dick said.
"Hey, you're no slouch at licking the ladies, either," Tom said. "Ginger, let him give your sweet little snatch a lick or two. If you get too hot, just grab onto his ponytail and ride it out."
Dick got between Barbara's open thighs and gazed at the blonde's succulent twat. The thick, curly blonde hair framed her amazingly chubby pink lips and stayed thick and abundant all the way past her ass-hole.
Barbara put her legs over Dick's shoulders and lay back and pushed her pussy up to his mouth.
"That's what experience will do for you," Suzanne said teasingly. "She automatically gets in the right position."
"Listen to the pot calling the kettle black," Barbara retorted. "Play with my nipples while Dick eats me. Might as well make yourself useful."
"Maybe I want to play with my pussy while I watch Dick suck yours."
"You can wait a few minutes. You know it won't take me long to cum, and Eric will make your hungry pussy feel better than you can." Barbara pulled Suzanne's hands to her hot tits and settled back for Dick to eat her pussy.
Dick nipped at the soft inner flesh of Barbara's knees, licked and nibbled up one leg, skipped over Barbara's blonde-furred crotch, then went down the other shapely leg, and she rewarded with a purr of pleasure. He flattened his tongue and ran it along the inside of her thigh, leaving a wide stripe of moisture along the tanned leg, then his tongue tip trickled along the downy borders of her seam, and her murmurs of pleasure mounted in fervor.
Pulling his head back a little, he licked his lips in anticipation, then suddenly fell on her pussy like a hawk swooping in for the kill, dragging his pointed tongue up and down her puffy-lipped slit as he slid one hand under her ass and plunged a finger into the rosette of her ass-hole.
"Whoooooo," Barbara yelled, lifting her ass from the couch and swinging it around, "that's the way, baby!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Dick's tongue probed deeper into Barbara's blonde-haired box, and the flavor of her juice drove him wild. As he devoured her savory sex hole, his finger fucked her ass-hole in an alternating rhythm to his licking. As his rapturous tongue probed deeper into her quim, it opened wider and she pushed her ass higher and bucked harder. He plunged his finger all the way up her ass and held her between his hand and tongue, keeping her from humping.
His tactic caught her between a rock and a hard spot. Whichever side she went, the other side sent torrents of sensation pounding into her body and drove her back the other way, and her body vibrated between the two delightful torments.
He stuck his thumb in her pussy and rubbed his thumb and finger together against the thin membrane separating them. He pushed down with his thumb, and her ass sank, he pushed up with his finger, and her ass rose, both actions adding to her delightful dilemma as he drove her clit wild with the tip of his tongue.
The contradiction of his calculated love play nearly drove her mad, and she felt like a quivering puppet on strings composed of a tongue, a finger and a thumb, unable to move her lower body very far in any direction without setting off additional erotic emotions.
She felt her orgasm well up deep in her womb and rush over her body like a tidal wave, and a second, more fierce, climax cut her scream of joy short. Her body arched into a bow, supported by her feet and shoulders as one after the other, orgasmic eruptions wracked her body in an endless chain, and it seemed like an eternity before they began to subside.
"Oh, God," she moaned, "oh, baby, stop now, please, stop now and let me catch my breath."
He relented, but not before one final twist of his thumb and finger, and a lingering lick along her throbbing slit, then sat back on his calves, grinning up at her. "Did you enjoy it," he said innocently, "at least a little bit?"
"Bastard, she laughed breathlessly. "Open up the door for you, and you don't know when to stop. My body is still vibrating."
Barbara didn't get much time to rest. The guys were ready to sample some pussy, and Eric's cock in particular looked as if it might burst.
"Next round," Tom said. "Lie on the floor, girls, and we'll go along the line, fucking you. We'll give each of you six strokes, then shift. Scout's honor, now, six strokes each, then move. Any guy who cums is out, and the last guy to cum wins."
"Wins what," Eric said, "what's the prize?"
"Hell, I don't know," Tom laughed. "We'll think of something when the times comes. Right now, let's just fuck!"
"Sounds like fun to me!" Suzanne said. "Three cocks, one after the other."
"Yeah, for six strokes each," Barbara said. "What happens if we're cumming when it's time to shift?"
"You can finish on the next cock," Tom said.
Suzanne grabbed Barbara's hand and pulled her to the floor. "Come on, let's play their little game for a while. Maybe a couple of them can last long enough to satisfy us."
Tom and Dick vied for the right to go first. Eric didn't care who went first. They were each going to get the chance to dip his wick in each pussy time and again, anyway. He wanted to be the last to cum so he could name the prize, both girls working on him at the same time. Or maybe he'd fuck one from the rear while she ate the other one. Or, maybe.. . any way, he was going to get the prize-after all, he arranged for the girls to fuck them.
Dick got between Suzanne's legs and thrust his stiff rod into her slippery hole, and she sighed deeply and hunched at him. It seemed as if he had scarcely started fucking her when he withdrew and moved to Barbara, then Tom shoved his cock in her and she forgot about Dick.
Tom gave Suzanne a couple of strokes and she started cumming, grabbing his waist with her legs, hoping to lock him so he would give her a good cum. He played the game straight, however, and withdrew after his allotment of six strokes.
"Nooo," Suzanne wailed, "I'm cumming!"
"Eric will finish you off," Tom said as he moved to Barbara.
Suzanne was humping and twisting so much, Eric had to hold her hips still to get his big cock into her. He hit bottom and she gyrated harder, and he gritted his teeth and held his breath to keep from dropping his load in her avidly sucking, squeezing cunt. He gave her six furious strokes, then had to fight her clenching cunt muscles to get away from her.
"God," Eric muttered, "she's got cunt muscles like a fist. Thought she was going to pull my cock out by the roots!"
Dick replaced Eric, nuzzling the head of his weapon up between the gaping lips of
Suzanne's cunt. She was still cumming, one orgasm after the other rolling over her as he buried his fuck spear to the hilt with one hard thrust and fucked her with walloping strokes, each plunge pushing her emotions higher. Her mind consumed with lust, she wailed and fucked and came. She didn't know who was fucking her, and didn't care, not as long as she had a cock in her cunt. Her orgasms weren't as strong now, but they kept cumming, one after the other in a continuous string.
Dick simply couldn't resist Suzanne's tight, spastic cunt, and was the first guy to cum. He wanted to continue, to fuck both pussies at least once more, but she didn't allow him that luxury, milking the cum out of his cock before he knew what was happening. Discouraged, he sat on the couch and watched the rest of the action.
Barbara got Tom's cum. The rigorous spasms started deep in his gut just as he pulled out of Suzanne and moved to her, and she knew from the way his cock was throbbing that she had him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and plunged her cunt up and down his prick, finishing him off in seconds, and he joined Dick on the couch.
That left Eric as the only cock still in the game, and he gave each girl a good fucking and a good orgasm. When he reached Barbara again, she was determined to get some more cum in her.
"I'm going to get your cum," Barbara giggled. "Load me up, baby!"
Eric had wanted to get back to Suzanne again and make her cum even harder, but he was content to be the winner, so he filled Barbara's wish, and her cunt, pumping cum into her while she screamed in joy and humped her ass like a wild woman.
He pulled out of Barbara and headed for Suzanne, big droplets of cum hanging from the end of his cock. He crawled between her legs, and she did a partial back flip and rolled away from him.
"You're the winner, baby," she said, "save that hard-on for the next round. You get to name the next game. What's your pleasure?"
Eric tried to think. Right then, however, all of his brains were in the end of his cock, and he couldn't think of anything but getting his big prick into a pussy again.
Dick took charge again. Scuttling over to Suzanne, he turned her over onto her hands and knees. "Eric, you fuck Pepper from the rear. Ginger, you get under her and lick her clit while Eric fucks her. After Eric finishes with you, we'll sit on the couch and the two of you can go along the line, blowing us."
"What about my pussy?" Barbara demanded.
"Suzanne will lick your pussy."
"Oh," Suzanne said, "just how do you know that we lick pussy?"
"Baby, as hot you two are, you'll do anything," Dick laughed.
"Smart ass," Suzanne snickered.
Suzanne got over Barbara in reverse and Eric entered her from the rear. Taking Eric up on his offer was the best thing she'd done since the night before, when she fucked George. She pushed her face into Barbara's crotch as Eric pumped into her.
The three exhausted young studs stood on the doorstep and watched Suzanne and Barbara roar off down the street.
Tom turned to Eric and said, "You outdid yourself this time, old buddy. Those two are mighty fine pieces of ass. Think you can get them back next week?"
"Doubt it," Eric said regretfully. "I don't know their last name. Hell, I don't even know their real names! When I met the blonde who called herself Pepper the other night, she called herself Abigail, or some such name."
"She's not a blonde," Dick said, "she's a redhead."
"Well, maybe reddish-blonde," Tom said. "Her bush looks red, but the hair on her head looks more blonde. I saw some streaks of red when the sunlight hit her head, so I guess you'd call her a strawberry-blonde."
"Redhead, blonde, who gives a shit," Eric said. "She sure can fuck."
CHAPTER SIX
Chad came back from Tucson bubbling over with testosterone because he and Hank had won and advanced to the semifinals.
"Congratulations," Suzanne said. "Where and when are the semifinals?"
"Next weekend, in Cheyenne," he said.
"Well, at least that isn't such a long drive," she said. "Are you going to stay home tonight?" She hoped she'd kept the plea out of her voice. She hated to beg anybody for anything, and particularly hated to beg her husband to fuck her. "We haven't made love in a couple of weeks."
Winning the tournament, even if it was only the quarterfinals, left him feeling on top of the world, and his balls were working overtime. "Yeah, babe, I think we ought to get it on," he said. "Hell, I feel so good, I'll even let you go down on me."
Suzanne didn't expect romance from the guys that she picked up and fucked. She did expect it from her husband, once in a while anyway. That's what she got for marrying for security instead of love.
She took her bath, then went to the bedroom to wait while he showered. She went to her closet for a peignoir, and looked at herself in the mirror on the back of the door. Her five-foot, six-inch body was lean and trim. Her firm, luxurious breasts helped to emphasize the slim-ness of her waist and well-rounded hips. Her deep green eyes, fringed with long lashes, carefully searched her thick, flowing strawberry-blonde hair for gray, and, as usual, didn't find any. Her creamy skin was wrinkle-free, and she thought the sprinkle of freckles across her chest and the top of her breasts gave her a slightly rakish look.
She knew that she was beautiful, that the bits and pieces of her face were put together in just the right way. She also knew that she was a dynamite piece of ass. Other men complimented her on her looks and the way she fucked, so why didn't her husband? She could accept that he didn't want to fuck her more than once or twice a month, but he could at least tell her once in a while that she looked nice.
She had furnished the large bedroom room to achieve just the right blend of comfort and sensuousness, for all the good it did her. An ornately carved Cheval mirror stood by the fireplace, next to it stood an antique chaise covered in woven material of multiple shades of soft rose and deep burgundy, a low oblong antique table sat at the end of the bed, and on it sat a bouquet of champagne-colored silk roses.
A heavy, luxuriously soft, furry bedspread covered the king-size bed, and numerous pillows in various sizes, in all shades of rose, cream and burgundy, were artfully arranged at the head of the bed.
She turned away from the closet without getting a peignoir and lay on the chaise and closed her eyes and tried to put herself in the proper mood. What a shame, that she had to put herself in the mood to fuck her husband! She got revved up without any trouble when she was with other guys or girls because she knew they wanted her, but long years of experience had taught her that Chad would do his thing and leave her out in the cold if she didn't get a head start.
Playing with her pussy always got her turned on, but Chad would have a fit if he saw her doing it. On their honeymoon, she had been sitting on the balcony of their tropical hotel one night, wearing only a sheer peignoir, relishing the warm, scented breeze, and unconsciously touched her pussy.
Chad came in from his shower, smelling too strongly of English Leather, and said gruffly, "What's wrong with the bed?"
"Nothing," Suzanne whispered, "but I wanted to try something different. Lie beside me, touch me, kiss my nipples, lick my pussy. Suck me until I scream, then fuck me out of my stupid mind!"
"I don't know why we can't do it on the bed," he said gruffly as he lay down by her.
"Humor me," she muttered, pulling his head down.
He surrounded one lovely pink nipple with his lips and mauled the bud of turgid flesh with his tongue. His rough touch sent sparks of carnal pleasure shooting through her and opened the floodgate of her passion, and she felt her nipples stiffen and her large tits swell.
"Harder," she exclaimed, "suck my nipples and chew on my tits!"
"Boy, you're really wild tonight," he muttered.
He paid attention to her so seldom, he forgot that she was wild every time she fucked, but she didn't say anything. He chewed her tit buds a little harder than she liked, but she accepted it without complaint. She squirmed with lust and tangled her fingers in his hair, curled the fingers of her left hand and raked her long, sharp nails harshly up his spine.
He sucked and licked and chewed on her rock-hard nipple and shoved his hand between her shapely thighs, palmed her fleece-covered mound, and roughly parted the delicate folds of flesh at the top of her slit with one finger. His rough treatment, and the knowledge that he would soon put his mouth on her pussy, made her passion mount, and her breath came in sharp, deep gasps.
He kissed her and drove his tongue into her humid mouth and rolled her clit harshly with the ball of his finger, and her hips churned vigorously. He plunged his finger into her sopping hole, and she sucked rigorously on his tongue and lunged her cunt at his finger.
He sucked a hickey on her neck and bit her tender tits, squeezed the large mounds too hard and made her nipples pop out, then bit her bloated nipples. He slid down and nipped her taut, flat belly, then stabbed his tongue into her bellybutton, and she pushed his head down until his face was in her bush. He stiffened his neck and wouldn't let her push his head lower, and she arched her hips off the chaise as she pushed on the top of his head, urging him to go lower.
"Lick my cunt," she hissed between clenched teeth. He was driving her nearly mad, intensifying the dreadful ache between her legs. "Bite my clit and suck my cunt!"
He chewed on the lips of her steamy snatch, increasing her desperation. She knew he was deliberately making her wait, but she couldn't help herself now, she had to beg.
"Lick my cunt, damn you," she moaned, "you're driving me crazy!"
"I know," he chuckled, "and you love it."
She grabbed his ears and threw her snatch at his face. At long last, he plastered his mouth to her aching, sopping slit and a sigh of near-volcanic magnitude burst out of her throat.
"Aaahhh, yes, baby, that's it!" She moaned and tossed her head to and fro and her long mane of strawberry-blonde hair covered and uncovered her passion-wracked face. "Lick my clit, make it feel good!"
He tongued and sucked and nipped the swollen bud until it throbbed with a mixture of pleasure and pain, then cupped the distended knob with his lips and twirled his rapidly moving tongue around it, and her moans became louder as her passion mounted. If someone had been eavesdropping, they would have thought he was torturing her.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes," she groaned over and over.
Her hips settled into a steady, rhythmic rocking, her buttocks going higher with each upward thrust as she churned toward orgasm. She kneaded her throbbing tits savagely, then grabbed her tender tit tips between her forefingers and thumbs and twisted them until the fat buds pulsated with pain, awash with passion from the electric-like shocks from her tits and his mouth on her cunt.
He drove his tongue deep into her flowing pussy and her hips snapped up and down vigorously and gyrated wildly.
"Oh, fuck," she mumbled, "I'm going to cum, baby, I'm going to cum! I can't stand it! I can't stand it! Don't stop, don't ever stop, let me die this way!" Her toes curled up and her body spasmed as her orgasm built to a crescendo, flooding her with hedonistic sensations.
"God, that was good," she murmured.
She pushed his head away and got on her knees as he rolled over. She grabbed his dick and jerked it harshly, then took him in her mouth and bobbed her head slowly up and down, her hot mouth covering his dick, her tongue barely touching it. She reached between his legs and yanked his balls as she flicked her tongue back and forth, wrapped it around the glans, then slid it along the underside of his dick with a rippling movement as she opened her mouth wide and let the head of the phallus slip into her throat.
He lifted his head and watched her gnaw on his bone. She could be a real nag, but he had to give her one thing. She really knew how to suck his cock.
Abruptly, she lifted her head, swung her leg over him, and sat down on his rod. "Lie still," she whispered hotly, "and let me fuck you."
He tensed all over as her hot, slippery sheath engulfed his cock, and waves of sensation washed over him as she squeezed him with her dynamic muscles.
She frigged her clit and rode his cock hard, and her sex gun fired immediately, then again and again. She slowed to catch her breath and felt his cock swell. Dismounting quickly, she grabbed his prick, held her open mouth over the crown and jerked him rapidly as she reached down with her other hand and squeezed his nuts.
His hips hunched up and down, and she increased the speed of her jerking. His breathing became labored, and she increased her speed again, jacking him as fast as she could. She felt his cock swell, and caught the crown of his cock between her lips and applied strong suction. He erupted and pumped his semen into her suctioning mouth, holding her head with both hands and fucking her face rigorously.
She ate his cum and flogged his dick as she slowly swallowed his pulsating shaft, taking him so far that she had to stop beating him, then held her lips against the side of her hand, doing a thorough job of draining him, taking every drop of his cum, leaving his prick as clean as if she had washed it.
"God, baby," he grunted, "that was wonderful, just wonderful."
"Any time, honey," she replied, kissing him square on the mouth and sticking her tongue in his mouth before he could react, "my mouth and legs are always open."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Late Monday afternoon, Chad called Suzanne and told her that he was going to his favorite watering hole with a bunch of guys and watch Monday Night Football.
"Probably be at least midnight before I get home," he said. "Don't bother waiting up for me."
"Okay," she said, "enjoy the game. I'll be here when you get home."
She took her blessings where and when she could get them. After last night, he wouldn't be ready to fuck her for at least a week or two, and she thought she would have to poke herself with her vibrator before he got home.
She had a cold lobster salad, French bread and a couple glasses of white wine for dinner, put her dishes in the dishwasher, then took a quick shower, dabbed some perfume in the strategic places, and slipped into a dress, with nothing under it but her voluptuous body. If things went the way she hoped, she didn't want unnecessary clothing in the way. High-heeled sandals completed what she thought of as her fucking outfit.
She had to control the pressure of her foot on the accelerator as she drove to the bar and grill on the outskirts of town that she knew so well. There were always unattached men to help her take care of the itch in her hot little pussy, some of them genuinely single, and some of them simply taking a night off from married life. She didn't care one way or the other. If wives couldn't keep their men home, that wasn't her problem.
It was a slow night, and a smattering of unattached guys sat at tables or the bar, watching the door with hungry eyes, the way a leopard watches a young impala that will soon be her dinner.
A young blonde was sitting at the bar and an older man was standing by her, talking earnestly and trying his best to feel her up. From the look on the girl's face, Suzanne was pretty sure the guy had already struck out and was just wasting his time.
She sat at a table on the far side of the room and watched them. She'd seen the girl before, and knew they were both here for the same reason. If the guy hadn't tried so hard, he would have scored easily. She thought it was ironic that so often guys talked themselves out of a sure thing by overselling themselves.
A young decent-looking guy standing at the bar with two other men looked directly at her. He couldn't be more than twenty or so, and she was surprised that he was interested. She didn't look thirty, but it had to be obvious that she was older, even to a guy who'd probably had too many beers. But, it was a slow night, and any pussy was better than his fist.
She gave him a discreet smile, and he picked up his beer and ambled across the room, trying to look urbane. His two buddies watched him, grinning as if they knew a secret, and she wondered if they had made a pact to share if one of them got lucky.
She knew she could separate them as easy as pie. A single guy often had trouble splitting a pair of girls or getting them both into bed with him at the same time, but a single girl seldom had such a problem. As soon as the guys got a whiff of hot pussy, all she had to do was indicate which one she wanted. Unless, of course, she wanted them to share her. At the moment, she wasn't sure which way she wanted to go.
The young man stood across the table from Suzanne and said, "Hello, my name is Doug. May I sit down?"
"Hello, Doug," she replied, "my name is Kathy, and yes, you may sit down." She waited for him to pull a chair out and sit, then looked at him with a twinkle in her eyes. "I hope you aren't going to ask my sign, or some such baloney."
"I don't know one sign from the other," he said with a soft laugh. "But I do know what I like, and I like what I see."
She liked his laugh, and suddenly liked him well enough to spread for him. "Well, that isn't a bad line," she said cheerfully.
"It really isn't a line," Doug replied. "I've seen you here before, but you haven't been in lately and I was about to think you were never coming back."
"Don't tell me that you've been hanging around waiting just for me?"
"No," he said with a big grin, "but I was hoping."
"I like your honesty. Now, I'll use a line. Do you come here often?"
"Once a week, usually," he replied. "My wife plays bridge every Monday night. She thinks I go to a bar and watch whatever sport is in season."
"You're doing just fine," Suzanne said. "How late do you usually stay out?"
"Till midnight or so, except this week. My wife's in Grand Junction this week, taking care of her sick mother, so I have the house all to myself, Jacuzzi and all."
"Uh huh," Suzanne said. The man who was trying to feel up the blonde at the bar left, and she chuckled softly. "Looks like he struck out."
Doug looked around and nodded. "Yeah, he comes in here a lot, and I've never seen him leave with anybody. If he can't score with Judy, there's something badly wrong with him. She's got the roundest heels in the county."
"How many times have you had her?"
"Three or four," Doug replied. "She puts out, but she isn't very lively."
"Have you and your buddies at the bar ever done her at the same time?"
"Once," he said. "You're very straightforward without being coarse. I like that."
"I'm lascivious, but not coarse," she said with a soft chuckle. "I saw you and your buddies looking at me and talking when I came in. Were you speculating on your chances of doing the same thing with me? Is that why you told me that your wife is out of town and that you've got a Jacuzzi?"
He looked at her in silence, as if debating how he should answer.
"Let me guess," she said, "you're the smoothest talker, so they made you the point man. Suppose I'm not quite that uninhibited?"
Her failure to lose her cool or turn him down flat bolstered his confidence. "Dealer's choice," he said. "You can have one, two, or three, or none at all. Any one of us would love to go with you, and we'll do our best to give you a good time."
"I feel devilish tonight," Suzanne said. "Why don't we all try your Jacuzzi and see how it goes? I'm not promising anything, you understand."
"I understand," Doug replied.
"I'll follow you in my car," Suzanne said.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Kathy, the blond is Earl and the ugly one is Roy," Doug said. "Guys, this is Kathy."
Suzanne had forgotten the name she gave Doug, and was glad he repeated the name so she wouldn't slip up. "Hi, guys," she said, giving each of them a quick kiss on the lips.
Moisture seeped into her pussy as she undressed without pretense, watching them and smiling faintly. She'd had two guys at once, but never three, and was looking forward to the experience. She kicked off her sandals and gave them a couple moments to look at her voluptuous naked body, then stepped into the Jacuzzi and sat down.
They stood by the side of the Jacuzzi, openly ogling her tits bobbing on the bubbling water, and she returned their gaze coolly.
"Guys, I don't mind you staring at me," she said, "but we aren't going to do much unless you plan to get in here with your clothes on."
They were so occupied with staring at her that her reminder seemed to take them by surprise, and they undressed quickly and got in the Jacuzzi with her. She stared openly at their cocks and shivered as a wave of anticipation surged through her.
"Doug, why did you invite me to use your Jacuzzi? Did you think it would be easier to get me undressed?"
"That, too," Roy said dryly, "but he's got this thing about screwing in bubbling water."
Suzanne saw no reason to waste any more time. They weren't there to exchange views on politics. She stood and stretched, exaggerating the movement, making sure they got a good look at her body, then turned around and bent over to display her shapely ass and luscious tits dangling under her chest. She straightened up, flashed them a ravishing smile, went around the tub and kissed each one as she pulled on his cock, then leaned over and licked each cock-head. None of them were hung as well as Chad's friend George, but she didn't mind. She loved to ride cocks, and could get the most out of even the smallest ones.
By the time she had gone around the circle, the juice flooding her canal felt like molten fire. She stood in front of Doug and spread her legs, then took his hand and put it on her mound. "Feel how wet my pussy is."
Doug slid his middle finger into her wet, slick channel and mashed her clit under his thumb. She undulated her hips languidly and stared at Roy and Earl through passion-laden eyes as he finger-fucked her and manipulated her boy in the boat, and they stroked their cocks as they watched the lascivious scene.
"I've never had three guys at once," she said flirtatiously. "I hope you're up to the challenge."
"We'll sure try," Roy said. "I can't speak for Doug and Earl, but I'm up to just about anything your little heart desires."
"Thank you, Roy," she said, "and I'll try real hard to live up to your expectations."
Earl said, "Baby, I could sit here and jack off while you cum on Doug's fingers and not feel at all deprived."
"Such gentlemen," she said. "I know I'm going to enjoy every second of this night." She pushed Doug's hand out of her crotch and stuck her pussy in his face. "Lick, honey, and see how I taste."
Doug licked her slit several times, then smacked his lips and said, "Delicious, baby."
She went to Roy, then Earl, and let them play with her pussy, then lick it, then went back to Doug and straddled his thighs, facing him with her tits in his face. His hard cock poked her in the ass, made her anxious to have it in her.
She whispered, "I want your cock in my pussy." She raised up, grabbed his stiff prick, stuck the head between the sweltering lips of cunt and let her body drop abruptly. "Ahhh, what a dynamite feeling," she hissed. "Don't rush now, I want to just sit here and savor the way it feels throbbing inside me." She wrapped her arms around his head and tried to smother him with lavish tit flesh and clutched his love muscle with her lively cunt muscles, reveling in the feel of his virile rod. She felt positively audacious and brazen. "Isn't this positively kinky," she said softly, "sitting in a Jacuzzi with three guys, with a cock up my belly? This is just about the most exciting thing I've ever done."
"The night is young," Roy said. "I'm sure we can add to your excitement."
Eager to reach the inevitable culmination of riding a cock, anxious for Earl and Roy to watch her cum, she rocked her hips slowly as her ass rose and fell. Her breath came in short gasps as an orgasm stirred deep in her cunt, and she put her hands on Doug's shoulders and twisted and writhed and humped in earnest.
She looked over her shoulder at Doug's naked buddies sitting there, casually playing with their cocks as they watched her bounce up and down on his cock. The whole lascivious scene, the electrifying vision of their cockheads protruding above the water, the sensation of Doug's husky piston sliding in and out of her cunt, stoked the fire in her pussy into an all-consuming flame and spurred her to a quick orgasm.
She had wanted to prolong her gratifying ride on Doug's cock, but a quick climax didn't matter right now. She would cum many more times that night. Throwing a last quick look over her shoulder at Roy and Earl avidly stroking their cocks, she turned back to Doug, glued her mouth to his, and roared into her orgasm.
With her arms wrapped tightly around Doug's neck, her lips crushed to his and her tongue in his mouth duplicating the action of his cock in her pussy, moaning and whining amorously, she fucked herself dynamically on his cock. Then she leaned back and her alluring voluptuous body writhed and twisted and oscillated, churning up more foam on the bubbly water, her tits bouncing wildly, splashing water in every direction.
"Wow, look at that girl fuck," Roy muttered. "She's going to wear out Doug's cock. God, she's something else."
"Yeah," Earl agreed, "she really turns me on."
"Sure glad we got her and not Judy," Roy said.
Earl chuckled. "The question is, who's going to have a better time?"
"No losers this time, old buddy," Roy said. "That pie is big enough for everybody to get a piece and go home happy."
Suzanne slowed to a stop as her orgasm waned and sat on Doug's lap, connected to him by the pillar of rigid male flesh stuck up her love tunnel. "Ummmmm," she murmured, "I love to cum, and I came so well. Hang on, baby, and I'll get you off while your horny buddies watch."
Earl said, "How much can you handle, baby?"
"Everything you can give me," she replied, "all at once or one at a time or any combination you like."
Roy rose out of the water like a demigod with a horny growth jutting from his loins, lifted Suzanne from Doug's lap and laid her on her back on the deck.
"Oooooo," she breathed.
Roy bent over, and his tongue slithered into the top of her slit and skittered over her distended clitoris.
"Aaahhh," she moaned.
Roy spread her shapely legs, pressed his mouth to her pussy and stabbed his long tongue into her juicy hole.
"Aaahhh," she sighed, "that feels so good!"
"Tastes good, too," Roy said, smacking his lips, "pure ambrosia, nectar of the gods."
She threw her legs over his shoulders, compliantly lifting and opening her cunt to his greedy mouth, trembling with desire, her clit pulsating, sending spears of sensuous delight through her body.
Roy cupped her foxy ass in both hands, closed his lips around her meaty love spike and went about his pleasurable task, teasing, licking, sucking, pausing a couple of seconds to let her passions subside slightly, then continuing to provoke her emotions.
Moaning and whining, going for the gold, she promptly reached the point of no return and waves of supreme ecstasy inundated her, her love button vibrating potently. His tongue fluttered and her legs quivered. He licked and sucked her clit, and her body writhed. He stabbed her hole and tongue-fucked her rapidly, and her ass bucked wildly and her tits jiggled all over her chest. His tongue returned to the seat of her pleasure and lashed her clit with gusto, and her cries of fulfillment rang out.
He licked her clit until her orgasm ebbed and her body stopped bouncing and twisting, then crawled up beside her and stretched out on his back.
She smiled happily and sighed deeply. "Ooohhh, that was good!"
"I love the way you cum," Roy said. "Gives a fellow's ego a terrific boost."
She chuckled. "You've got a hell of a tongue, and I always cum that way when my pussy is licked so well. You like to eat pussy, don't you?"
"Damn betcha," Roy replied. "A girl deserves no less than a good licking before I fuck her. Show me a guy who won't eat his girl, and I'll show you a girl I can take away from him in a minute." He extended his tongue fully and waggled it vigorously, then laughed. "I sent it to school years ago."
Suzanne wrapped her fist around his cock and pulled it forcefully. "How about this, did it go to school?"
"He claims it went on an athletic scholarship, but he lies all the time." Earl knelt on the seat in the tub between Suzanne's splayed legs, slid two fingers into her slick hole and finger-fucked her gently.
"Ohhhhh," Suzanne moaned.
"Pretty pussy," Earl muttered, "so hot and wet. My cock is going to love it in there."
"No hurry, baby," she panted. "We have all night and everybody will get his turn. Keep doing me with your fingers."
Roy watched her hand slide up and down his cock and quivered with excitement. "Are you multi-orgasmic?"
"Oh, baby, don't you know it! When I get going, I'm like a fucking perpetual motion machine with no off switch."
"We'll see about that," Earl said. He continued to fuck her with his fingers and bent down and licked her clit.
She yanked on Roy's cock and threw her cunt at Earl's mouth so hard, her crotch bounced off his chin. "Put your cock in my mouth," she cried. "Let me suck on it while I cum."
Roy knelt by her head and caressed her brow as he stuck his cock in her gaping mouth, and she thrilled him by swallowing nearly half of his shaft.
The intense stimulation from Earl's tongue and fingers made Suzanne forget about finesse, and she sucked on Roy's hunk of man meat as hard as she could. Her body fidgeted, then writhed, then her lush ass beat an erotic tattoo on the deck as her orgasm washed over her.
Earl drove her over the peak, then quickly withdrew his fingers, grabbed her legs and put her calves under his arms, and speared her with his stiff lance. She tried to suck the head of Roy's prick off and kept right on cumming as Earl fucked her with battering strokes. She hit the peak again, and this time she stayed there.
"I'd say she's just about right for a triple," Roy said.
"Yeah," Earl grunted, "I'll take her ass." Roy pulled his cock out of Suzanne's mouth and lay down, and Earl backed out without dumping his load and flipped her and put her on top of his buddy.
Vaguely aware that both her mouth and pussy were empty, Suzanne knelt over Roy on her hands and knees. "Why did you stop?" she whimpered.
"We didn't," Roy said, "we're just changing places. You said you can take everything we give you. Get on my cock and let's see."
She knew how they were going to fuck her, and could hardly wait. Breathing heavily, her half-closed eyes glazed with passion, she lowered her head and stared at his rampant charger rearing aggressively from his loins. She curled her crotch and rubbed her slit against the big cock sticking up in front of her belly, and the tip reached her navel. She shivered and looked at him. "Oh, God, it's so big," she whispered.
Roy grinned and shook her hips. "Just take your time, baby, it'll fit."
"Oh, I know it will," she panted. "I've never met a cock I couldn't suck and fuck."
She stared at his massive rod as she raised her ass and got the head of his cock in her slit. She lowered her ass slowly, sucking in her breath as the massive knob separated her pussy lips and inched into her sheath. The whirlwind of orgasms on cocks, tongues and fingers had made her channel as slick as a bucket of eels, and she gasped and hunched down as he slid right in.
"Oh, fuck, baby, your cock is so big, fucking huge! God, I love it!" She shivered, still cumming a little, and swallowed half of his one-eyed monster with her cunt, then paused a moment to let her sheath stretch to accommodate his bulk. "See, I told you," she cried with jubilation, "I've got it all." She felt as though she had a yard of thick dick stuck up her belly, filling her, stretching her tight sheath so delightfully, and she felt fucking terrific! "Fuck me, baby, I'm going to cum again!"
She hadn't stopped cumming. A lascivious smiled played over her lush mouth as she wriggled her hips back and forth, fitting her cunt to his cock like a glove. A damned tight glove! She leaned forward and supported herself on her hands so she could get a better angle of penetration, and her large, firm tits dangled above his chest as she rubbed her clit on his shaft.
Roy nestled one magnificent tit in his hand and put his other hand on her ass, pulled her down and he impaled her on his stiff rod, then held her by the hips and moved her ass up and down.
She cried out, "Aaaaaahhhhhh!" His cock felt so long. Bolts of lightning flashed up and down her feverish crack and her senses reeled with excitement. She felt her cunt molding itself to his big prick and sighed with gratification as it slid in and out of her pleasure-tortured hole. "Mmmmmm, yes," she whispered.
"Oh, baby, what a fabulous cunt," Roy muttered, his voice hoarse with passion, "so wet, so tight, so hot. Fantastic pussy, baby, fantastic!" He cupped her tits, lifted them in his palms and strummed her stiff nipples with his thumbs.
She couldn't believe how much she enjoyed sitting on Roy's stupendous cock. She bucked up and down and twisted and swiveled her hips, screwing his mighty tool into her torrid cunt. "Oh, fuck, I love it," she hissed. "Come on, where are the rest of you? Give me your cocks."
Earl moved up behind her, pushed down on her shoulders to elevate her ass, and spread her buttocks, revealing her ass-hole nestled in the center of the deep chasm, then nudged the head of his cock against her back door.
She turned her head and looked over her shoulder at Earl. "All right," she yelped, "fuck my tight little ass-hole, baby." She laid her forehead on Roy's chest and relaxed her sphincter as Earl bucked forward and the head of his cock bored into her.
"Ever been fucked in the ass?" Roy asked.
"Baby, I've had a cock everywhere you can put one," she whispered.
Earl carefully slid his cock into her ass-hole inch by inch until it was buried fully and stared at the salacious sight of his dong buried between the cheeks of her shapely ass as he paused to let her ass-hole adjust, then started sliding it in and out.
She moaned and shook her head and stretched her neck and stared at Doug with fire in her eyes. "Fuck my mouth," she whispered, licking her lips in anticipation.
"God, you're a hot little bitch," Doug muttered as he put his hands on her cheeks and stuck his cock in her mouth, waves of pleasure rolling over him as he fucked the horny girl in the face.
She sucked his dick right down her throat and bobbed her head, gobbling and slurping and wiggling and bucking, chuckling with exhilaration, feeling positively marvelous, fulfilled to the nth degree by one cock goring her cunt, one drilling her ass-hole and one fucking her mouth, all anxious to fill her with their gooey cream. The cocks in her bottom holes rubbing against each other was so thrilling, so mind-boggling!
Roy and Earl were giving her cunt and ass-hole a super reaming, Roy's cock plunging into her sheath as Earl's backed out of her ass-hole, then reversing the procedure, and she helped by bucking between them and twisting her ass in circles.
She gobbled Doug's prick impetuously, anxious to eat his cum, and he immediately rewarded her zealous oral efforts with gobs of fuck juice. Swallowing rapidly, she sucked for all she was worth, her head bobbing rapidly up and down, gurgles of delight pouring out around Doug's cock as his hips jerked and his cum gushed down her throat.
She thought she would go out of her mind when Earl filled her ass with his hot cream while Doug's cum continued to flow into her mouth, and she wondered if the two streams would meet somewhere inside her.
Earl reached under her, slipped his middle finger into the top of her slit and manipulated her swollen, hard clit, and her orgasm surged and hit her like a blow to the head. If her mouth hadn't been full of Doug's prick, she would have screamed loud enough to wake everyone in the neighborhood. All the strength went out of her arms and legs and she collapsed on top of Roy.
Earl lurched forward to keep his cock in her, banged into her ass and shoved it down, driving Roy's prick deeper into her cunt. Roy's cock erupted, and she had cum spewing into her mouth, her ass, and her cunt. She felt totally helpless, sandwiched between the men, two cocks buried to the maximum in her body and a third one poking her in the mouth.
The men withdrew and rolled away and she crawled to the edge of the Jacuzzi and slid into the bubbling water.
"My God," she muttered, "what an extraordinary way to fuck! I've never felt anything so wonderful!"
"Our pleasure," Roy said. "We had as much fun as you did. You're one fine piece of ass. When you feel like another round, just whistle."
"I'm too winded to whistle," she laughed. "Give me a couple minutes to catch my breath, then we'll go at it again."
The men stood at the front door of Doug's house and watched the girl they knew only as Kathy get into her car.
"Guys, I have the distinct feeling that we were used," Doug said, "just like three hunks of meat."
"Yeah," Earl laughed, "we were. And we all enjoyed every second of it! That's the way things happen these days. Equal opportunity fucking!"
Suzanne chuckled softly and started the engine. She loved zipless fucks. No strings, no complications, just a good old-fashioned fuck, and then steal away into the night.
Her nerves were calm and steady, and a warm glow of sexual contentment filled her mind. After a nice hot shower to wash away the residue of her raunchy evening of revelry, she would be in bed in a deep, dreamless sleep before Chad came home.
CHAPTER NINE
Tuesday night, Chad took his shower as soon as he got home, and Suzanne expected him to go out with the boys again.
At dinner, he said, "You're a good cook, honey. The food is delicious."
"Thank you," she replied. "I try hard to be a good wife."
"I keep telling you, you are a good wife."
"Are you going to be out very late tonight?"
"I'm not going out," he replied. "I thought I would stay home with you."
She nearly fell off her chair. She couldn't remember when he had last fucked her twice in the same week and didn't want to let her hopes get too high, but his staying home was a significant departure from his usual behavior.
"Oh, what a pleasant surprise," she said.
He eyed her critically and said, "Are you being sarcastic?"
"Oh, no," she said quickly, "I mean it." Before they got into an argument and ruined the evening before it even started, she got up and started clearing the table. When they fought, they didn't make up by cuddling and snuggling and screwing each other silly, he sulked for days. "The nights are getting pretty cool now. Why don't you go in the living room and start a fire in the fireplace? I'll bring the coffee in a few minutes."
"You made that request very specific," he laughed. "Where else would I start a fire?"
She grinned lewdly. "Well, I can think of one place," she said softly.
"Yeah," he agreed, "that isn't such a bad idea at that."
She loaded the dishwasher, hurried to the bedroom and changed her clothes, then went back to the kitchen and made Irish coffee. She carried the small tray with two large mugs of coffee, topped with mounds of whipped cream, into the living room.
"The fire feels good," she said. "I think this is my favorite time of the year, with the trees all decked out in their pretty colors, the cool days and crisp nights."
He looked at her white lace mini-apron that ended at the top of her thighs, black lace garter belt, black hose, and black fuck-me shoes and grinned from ear to ear. "Some outfit," he said. "Where did you find it?"
"I saw it advertised in one of your girlie magazines and sent away for it."
"Oh, and now I suppose I'm going to get a lecture about looking at nude girls in magazines."
"Not from me, honey. You must like the way they look, so I thought I would try to achieve the same effect." She stood right in front of him with the tray at waist level and her lush bush scant inches from his nose. "Take a taste and tell me what you think."
"What do you want me to taste?"
"Whatever you want to taste," she said softly.
As he leaned forward, he stuck his tongue out and cleaved her seam, and she shuddered visibly when the tip skimmed over her clit.
"On second thought," she whispered, "maybe you'd better taste the coffee. You're going to make me dump the tray." She lifted the tray a little higher and opened her legs and stood with her eyes closed and let him lick her slit, gentle tremors rippling through her body. "Baby, you'd better taste this damned coffee before I drop it."
"Just like a woman," he teased, "can't make up her mind what she wants." He sat back and took a mug of coffee from the tray. "You haven't made Irish coffee in quite a while. Something special about tonight?"
"You're home," she said simply. His face clouded, and she added hastily, "I'm not trying to start a fight. I'm just happy that you stayed home with me tonight." In her own way, she loved him, and liked to make love with him. Not that she was ready to give up her extracurricular activities. Even a lover like Rudolph Valentino couldn't keep her satisfied, and her husband was definitely not that kind of lover. "How does the coffee taste?"
"Very good," he said.
"Do you like my outfit?"
She looked like a willing, wanton wench, equal to any of the girls in his magazines, and he couldn't help ogling her. He knew from conversations that some of his buddies would give their left nut just to kiss such a sexy girl's pussy, although he didn't understand why. One pussy was pretty much like another, after all, and he couldn't see what all the fuss was about.
"Yeah, I think I do. It was sort of startling at first, but it grows on you." He drank his coffee and looked at her over the rim of the cup. "As a matter-of-fact, your ass looks pretty saucy."
"Well, then, bottoms up!" She laughed and flipped her well-shaped ass at him. She set her cup on the coffee table and knelt and removed his house slippers and unbuckled his belt, and he lifted his ass off the couch so she could pull his pants down. "I like it when you don't wear shorts. Sort of like lifting a girl's skirt and finding that she isn't wearing panties."
"Oh," he teased, "how would you know? Have you been going around lifting girls' skirts?"
Her heart skipped a couple of beats. She had nearly slipped up that time. "Figure of speech, darling."
She took a drink of coffee and held the warm liquid in her mouth, lifted his cock and swallowed the coffee quickly, then engulfed about half of his rod.
"You're just full of surprises. The coffee makes your mouth hotter than usual. Where did you get such an idea?"
She looked up at him and winked. "From the lascivious stories in your girlie magazines," she said with a sexy chuckle. "Don't go away, I'll be right back."
He watched the shapely, well-rounded cheeks of her bare ass grind up and down as she walked. The high heels made her lovely legs more attractive. He wrapped his fist around his dick and stroked it idly as he leered at her, thinking that maybe staying home tonight wasn't such a bad idea after all.
She came back with a tall glass of ice water and paused to watch him pull his prick, her eyes twinkling and a smile pulled at the corners of her sensuous mouth. "I like to watch you play with your cock," she said softly.
Realizing what he was doing, and flushing with embarrassment at being caught, he snatched his hand away from his cock.
She knelt and resumed her unaccustomed method of cocksucking, alternating between the hot coffee and the ice water, and the coldness on the head of his cock shocked his senses, coming as it did after the soothing warmth of the coffee, creating sensations he had never felt before.
"Gotta cum, baby," he muttered. "Can't hold it back any longer!"
She lifted her mouth from his cock and murmured, "I want you to cum, baby. Let it go, I'm ready for it."
She put her mouth back on his cock and devoted herself to giving him a first class blow job. Her oral proficiency shattered what little was left of his control, and his cock erupted into her suctioning mouth. She stroked his shaft and sucked his seed and swallowed noisily, then put a small peak of whipped cream on the end of his softening cock and licked it off.
He sat up and reached for her, and she backed away and sat on the floor in front of him, smiling coyly as he stared at her.
"Let's go to bed," he croaked.
She shook her head. "We might, but we're going to start here and see where we end up."
"What have you got against fucking in bed?"
"Nothing, darling, but that's where we usually fuck, and I like a little variety. Variety adds zing to it, don't you think?"
"We didn't fuck in bed Sunday night."
"And didn't you like doing it on the chaise."
"I almost fell off."
"like hell you did," she laughed, her voice husky with passion. "You gave me a mighty fine fucking." She hefted her luscious tits and pointed her stiff nipples at him and very slowly ran her thumbs over the bloated buds. "You like to stick your dick between my tits, don't you?"
In spite of himself, he was getting really turned on. "Yeah," he said hoarsely, "it's fun to fuck them once in a while."
"See, that's the kind of variety I'm talking about," she said softly. "Do you ever wish they were a little bigger, and maybe a little softer?"
"No," he croaked, then cleared his throat. "They're just fine the way they are."
She grinned as she looked down at her tits and rubbed her nipples harder. "I'm glad you like to fuck them. I like for you to fuck me every way you can think of, in my tits, in my mouth, and in my pussy." She rose to her knees and slid one into her crotch. "Fuck is such a wonderfully provocative word." She grinned and shook her chest, and her lush tits jiggled charmingly. "It brings all kinds of bawdy thoughts to mind, and I adore bawdy thoughts." She stood and took a long step forward so he could reach her. "Touch me," she whispered.
He ran his hand down her belly and she opened her legs and he caressed the inside of her right thigh tenderly. "Your skin is so warm and silky," he said softly.
"When you let yourself, you can be a pretty sexy guy. Play with my pussy."
He covered her mound with his hand and stuck two fingers into her juicy slit. "God, your cunt feels like a fucking oven," he whispered.
"That's the way, darling, don't beat around the bush," she said, chuckling at her pun. She held his wrist so his fingers wouldn't slip out of her pussy and sat down on his lap, put her left arm around his neck and pushed her tit against his face. "Finger-fuck me, baby, make my pussy feel real good."
As he pumped his fingers in and out of her slick love channel, she put her hand behind his head back and mashed her lips to his and stabbed his mouth with her tongue, mimicking the action of his fingers in her bubbling honey hole. She squirmed her ass and felt his stiff cock poking her and moaned into his mouth with happiness.
She got to her feet and spread her legs and casually fluffed up her sumptuous muff.
"Your fingers feel good, baby, but I want your tongue."
He stared at her crotch, at her hand moving idly over her mound as he slid to the floor on his knees and wrapped his arms around her hips. She smiled down at him and smoothed his hair back, put her right foot on the couch and opened her crotch wide, then put her hands behind his head and brought his face into her hairy slit.
"Kiss my pussy, baby," she said softly. "Show me that you really do love it."
He puckered up and gave her hot gash a sloppy kiss.
"Mmmmmm, that feels good." She slid one hand into her crotch, with two fingers on each side of her gash, and pulled it open. "Lick my slit real good, baby."
Beguiled by her lust and bewitching allure, he tongued her seam avidly, and she pressed her snatch harder to his mouth and rocked her ass gently back and forth.
"Good, baby, so good," she whispered, "I love the way you lick my cunt." She tangled her fingers in his hair and humped her ass faster, wiggling her crotch over his mouth, from the top of her gash to her ass-hole. "Suck me, baby," she whispered passionately. "Put your mouth over my hole and suck my juice out."
When she took charge and told him what to do and behaved like a wanton wench, he lost all control of himself. He alternated between sucking her hole lustily and fucking it with his tongue, slurping her sex sauce noisily.
"I'm going to cum, baby," she moaned. "Get my clit, baby, get it good and make me cum!"
He put his tongue directly on her erect clit and clung to the cheeks of her lush ass and licked her agitated stud vigorously, and she bucked and twisted turbulently as her climax seized her and transported her to the heights of ecstasy. She lost her balance and toppled onto the couch, and he twisted with her and continued to lick her clit until her passion subsided and she pushed his head away.
"Damn, that was good, baby," she enthused.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him with her as she fell backward, and they tumbled onto the carpet in front of the fireplace. He held her firmly and rolled them onto their side and she wiggled and squirmed against him, and shivered when the feverish crown of his lusty cock jabbed her in the bellybutton. She melted into his arms, put one arm around his neck and her other arm around his waist and slid her hand down his back and pressed her fingers into the base of his spine, then curled her fingers and scratched lightly up and down his backbone, from the furrow of his buttocks to his neck and back again.
His fingers wandered down her bare back and fondled the cheeks of her ass and she pressed her lips wetly against his and give him her tongue in a sweet gesture of carnal desire. He caressed and hefted her silky rear cheeks with loving hands, then slid his fingers beneath them so he could feel the heat from her twat.
Her pussy quivered and gushed as he fondled her ass amorously and rubbed his prick along her boiling gash. The tip of one finger touched her tightly puckered back door, and she ground her cunt against his cock and hissed with pleasure.
"Stick your finger in my ass, baby," she whispered breathlessly.
CHAPTER TEN
Chad prodded the intimate opening with the tip of his finger, then wormed it gently into the puckered passage, and Suzanne moaned with pleasure and reached down to grasp his throbbing rod. She lifted her upper leg, flexed her knee, and guided the crown of his cock between the slick, gaping lips of her soggy cunt, then rolled on top of him and pushed her tits into his face as his cock sank to the hilt in her passionate love channel.
He started to pull his finger out of her ass, and she grabbed his wrist and held it in an iron grip, wiggled her ass and shoved her cunt at him, and his cock slid smoothly all the way into her hot gash in one swift stroke.
"No," she growled, "I want both. Finger-fuck my ass and suck my tits."
Her firm, hefty tits were swollen with lust and her fat nipples were bloated and stiff with passion. His mouth went from one meaty, pinkish-brown tip to the other, alternately nipping with his teeth and lapping with his tongue, arousing her to a feverish state as his hands slithered lasciviously up and down her bare back.
Her groin slapped into his as she levered her ass up and down rapidly, the end of his cock banged against the mouth of her womb repeatedly, and the force of her thrusts shook her body, made her lush tits shake and shimmy all over his chest.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned, "I love to fuck, baby! A stiff cock ramming into my cunt drives me crazy and makes me cum so fucking hard! Fuck with me, baby, fuck me with your cock and make me cum until I lose my fucking mind!"
She didn't realize that she was speaking in generic terms, and fortunately, neither did he. She rode his cock aggressively, her cunt muscles gripping and relaxing in concert with her lunges, fucking him masterfully, and he worked with her, lunging up when her ass came crashing down and pulling back when it went back up.
The jarring jolts of lightning-like spasms ripped through her quaking body, stretched her vocal cords so tight that she couldn't even squeak, and she let herself go and surrendered completely to the carnal sensations holding her mind and body in thrall.
She slowed, then stopped and looked at him with adoring eyes. "That, baby, was a superb fuck," she muttered softly, "fantastic!"
He kept his finger in her ass and put his other hand on her hip. "You did all the work," he said.
"If that's work, I'll take it any day, and never ask for a penny in payment." She leaned over and tickled the tip of his nose with her stiff nipples. "Your eyes light up like a Christmas tree when you look at me naked. If you want to take pictures of me, I'll pose for you and be as raunchy as you like."
She didn't realize how much the idea stirred him, and he couldn't tell her. "Where did you get that crazy idea?"
"Oh, some of my girlfriends giggle about posing for their guys, and I just thought you might like to take pictures of me." She tightened her cunt muscles and wiggled her ass to keep him interested and his cock hard. "Is that something you'd like to do, but think you can't tell me?"
"That's a pretty kinky idea," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
She drew her cunt up to the top of his cock, then suddenly slid all the way down. "A little kinky stuff doesn't hurt, baby, it just might jazz up our sex life."
A wave of extraordinary pleasure shot through him, and he thrust his crotch up, pumping his cock into her. "I like our sex life just the way it is," he lied.
"Sometime, in the cold light of day when you don't have your cock stuck up my cunt, ask me how I like it," she said softly.
"What would I do with raunchy pictures of you? I see you every day."
"No, not every day," she replied. "You could keep them with you and look at them during the day, just to remind you of how good I can make you feel."
"Somebody else might see them, like Hank, for instance. He's always looking over my shoulder."
She didn't dare tell him that the thought of another guy drooling over bawdy pictures of her excited her beyond words. "Everything has a price, baby," she said.
"You sound like you wouldn't care if somebody else did see them."
"I'm not ashamed of my body, darling. I wouldn't walk down the street naked, but I wouldn't freak out if somebody saw me bare-assed." She didn't want the conversation to go any further and have him ask questions she didn't want to answer. "How long can you hold out before you cum?"
"I don't know, quite a while, I suppose. You drained me pretty good with your mouth."
She put her hands on his chest, heaved her ass up and down, and her insatiable cunt sucked wildly on his rampant rod. She stared between her legs at the scintillating sight of his pleasing prick plundering her tight twat, shook her head and chuckled throatily.
"God, baby, your cock looks so glorious as it goes in and out of my cunt." She chuckled again. "Feels pretty fucking good, too, and your finger up my ass is simply driving me wild!"
She sat all the way up, sat very still and began to agitate her clit with two fingers of her right hand.
"Are you going to jack off?"
"Fucking right I am," she exclaimed. "Stick your finger all the way up my ass and hold it still and watch how I get my jollies when I don't have your cock to ride." She figured a little white lie didn't hurt, especially when he probably didn't care what she did as long she didn't nag him to fuck her. "I jack off two or three times a day."
"Jesus," he whispered in amazement, "no wonder I can't keep up with you."
"Do you like to watch me get myself off?"
"Yeah, it's pretty exciting."
"Then enjoy the show, baby."
Her left hand went from one luscious tit mound to the other, pinching and pulling at her distended nipples as she captured her fat clitoris between two fingers of her right hand and wiggled her hand up and down and around and around furiously.
She sucked in her breath, got her lungs only halffull as her orgasm hit her like the back blast of a rocket and locked her lungs. She hovered on the launch pad a few moments, then blasted off like a rocket heading for the moon, ascending to the heavens with stunning speed, her senses shattered, a dazzling light display dancing before her eyes.
Chad had never seen his wife act so wantonly, had never seen her cum so fiercely. He watched her raptly, his eyes flicking back and forth between her frigging fingers and her passion-warped face, her lewd, brazen behavior firing his own passions. He lay still, afraid he would mess up her pleasure if he moved or even breathed hard.
She had never experienced such a stupendous climax. Her clit became so sensitive, it almost hurt. Her pussy was on fire, her swollen tits ached, her brain was about to melt and her blood felt like molten lava running through her veins. She pulled at her nipples without mercy and agitated her clit even harder, powerless to stop frigging herself.
He thought his cock was caught in a velvet vise. Her cunt didn't ripple. The ultra-tight channel clenched and sucked so hard, he thought it would bite his cock off and swallow it. He wondered if he should pull her hand away from her pussy before she frigged herself into a state of total senselessness.
Before he made up his mind, she stopped with her right hand still in her crotch, her fingers inactive, merely resting on her clit.
"Oh, fuck," she breathed, "I thought I would lose my fucking mind. How did you like it?"
"You put on quite a show," he replied, not sure if her lascivious behavior pleased or frightened him.
"I'm good for another round, and you didn't cum. How do you want me to get you off?"
"Let's do a 69, with you on top so I can look at your pretty pussy and play with your ass while I lick you."
"Well, you can loosen up and get a little risque, can't you?" She flexed her cunt and giggled. "I think you just want me to suck your cock while it's wet from my pussy."
"No," he said quickly, "I hadn't even thought of it that way. If you don't want to, I'll go wash."
"Oh, you don't have to go to all that trouble. I kiss you and suck your tongue after you eat my pussy, and there isn't much difference." The truth was, she liked to lick a cock fresh out of her pussy, but she couldn't come right out and say it without arousing his suspicions and then having to answer, or more-likely avoid, embarrassing questions.
"Can we go to bed? The floor is hard on my back."
"Sure, it's kind of hard on my knees, too." She lifted his flaccid prick, shook it, and giggled. "Looks like I was kind of hard on this thing. It's as limp as a wet noodle. But never fear, dear, I can take care of that little problem in short order." She got up and perambulated out of the room, heavy tits swaying and shapely ass swinging like a gate.
He got up, turned off the lights and went to the bedroom. She lay on her back in the middle of the bed, idly fingering her slit, and he stood at the side of the bed a moment, ogling her voluptuous naked body.
"Looks like you started without me," he quipped. He watched her finger move slowly up and down her slit and his cock throbbed.
She smiled and winked. "I'm just getting it nice and juicy for you."
"I think it stays juicy."
"Yeah," she grinned, "ain't it nice?" She lifted her hand and licked her finger. "Want to play with my pussy?"
The lips of her hot, wet gash gaped wide, inviting him to come over and play. He sat on the bed and flattened his hand over her hairy mound, extended his finger and dragged it up her slit and tickled her slippery love stud.
She wiggled all over and purred like a contented kitten. "Fuck me, baby," she whispered, "let me cum on your cock, then we'll do a 69 and I'll suck your balls so dry, they'll think they're in the middle of Mojave."
"God, you're something else," he said, rolling her over and getting on his knees behind her.
She hopped up on her hands and knees and shoved her ass back at him. "Yeah, baby, fuck me from the rear," she said. "Get on my ass and fuck me good!"
He grasped her lush hips and pulled her back, and like a heat-seeking missile, his prick went right to her hairy slit. His cockhead nudged against the swollen lips of her twat and she bowed her back and tilted her hole up and moaned loudly as he skewered her and plunged his prick into the depths of her oily fuck hole.
"Oh, baby, your cock fills me up and stretches my cunt so nicely." She wiggled her ass and sighed deeply. "God, I love to fuck."
He clung to her lush hips and fucked her with long, relentless strokes, and she rocked back and forth, fucking with him, matching his tempo, shoving her ass back when he fucked into her to get every inch of his glorious prick inside her.
"Ohhhhhh, baby," she moaned, "ohhhhh, yes, fuck me! I'm going to cum, baby, fuck me faster, harder!"
He set his jaw and did his best to comply, driving his cock into her without restraint, his groin slapping against the cheeks of her ass and his balls swinging wildly back and forth and bouncing off the top of her hairy slit.
Her moans became louder and she writhed harder. He stepped up the pace, and she shook all over and cried out, then slumped forward onto her belly. He yanked her back up onto her knees and continued to fuck her until she came again, crying out and shaking harder. He banged her butt until her orgasm waned, then backed away.
She whirled around, pushed him onto his back and straddled his head, facing his feet. She held his prick in her right hand and licked around the base, through the thick thatch of hair and over his balls. With both hands, he caressed the cheeks of her shapely ass lovingly, stuck his thumbs into the slight hollow along each side of her cunt and peeled her puffy lips open, then extended his tongue and licked her succulent snatch.
She held his balls in her left hand and rolled them around gently as she worked her tongue up his shaft and around the tip of his cock, using the bulging head as her starting point, covering his entire shaft with saliva, licking and kissing the knob each time her tongue returned to the top of his prick.
He pulled her ass down and buried his mouth in her tasty twat, and juice gushed out of her gash and covered his tongue, stimulating his taste buds. His hands roved over the silky smoothness of her buttocks as he kissed and licked the open lips of her long slot and savored the sex sauce flowing into his mouth.
She took his fat prong between her lips and sucked gently, slowly drawing it into the splendid, wet warmth of her mouth, feeling his body quiver with excitement as she fingered his nuts and sucked his cock.
His brain pounded with passion and liquid fire spread through his body as he licked and kissed her delectable pussy.
Her body alive with inspiration, she rocked back and forth, dragging the full length of her heated gash over his chin and mouth and nose. She knew she would soon shoot her juice into his mouth and wanted his cream flowing into her mouth simultaneously. He licked her clit rapidly, and she gobbled his cock avidly and mashed her cunt into his mouth and exploded. The fruit of her fulfillment poured into his mouth, and he swallowed the juice eagerly and licked her clit lickety-split, knowing she was so hot that one climax wouldn't satisfy her.
He felt his cum building to the bursting point and buried his mouth in her delectable crack and assaulted her clit with furious vibrations of his tongue, delaying his climax so his cock would erupt in her mouth the instant her cunt exploded again.
She tightened her plush lips around his pulsating prick and bobbed her head rapidly up and down, working her drenched mouth on his cock in a frenzy, clenching his head between her velvety thighs and mashing her cunt into his face.
He thrust his hips up to drive his cock deep into her mouth and sent a thick stream of boiling jizz into the back of her throat, felt her body shaking and heard her gurgling as the rich jets of cream spurted into her mouth.
Her crack boiled over with lust again and she twisted and writhed on top of him, nearly smothering him with the soft flesh of her snatch as she squirted her own joy juice into his mouth. Her cheeks ballooning from the force and magnitude of his potent climax, she emptied his cock, then licked up the few drops of cum that had seeped out between her lips.
She turned around, glued her sticky lips to his and gave him a passionate tongue kiss, then grasped his limp prick in her hand and snuggled down.
"Good night, darling," she whispered, "sleep tight."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"I'm glad you called," Barbara said. "I thought I would have to sit home and play with myself, and that's the last thing I wanted to do. Besides, I love to watch you in action with a guy-"
"Until the other day when you sounded off about your frustration with Hank and then went with me to fuck those guys, I wasn't sure you wanted to do more than get it on with me," Suzanne said.
"Yeah, just think of all the opportunities I've wasted," Barbara said. "What's this place like?"
"A real bawdy joint, honey." Suzanne parked in front of the motel room and cut the ignition. "You'll like it. They've got water beds and mirrors all over the place, and three channels of X-rated movies and a bidet in every bathroom."
"Well, the bidet ought to get a lot of use," Barbara said, "but I don't know about the X-rated movies."
"Oh, you can never tell," Suzanne replied.
"We'll have to give the guys a breather once in a while."
"I'd rather eat your pussy while they're resting," Barbara laughed.
"Oh, I expect we'll do that, too," Suzanne said. "Guys just love to watch girls do each other."
"Which guy is mine?"
"Start with George," Suzanne replied, "you'll love his big cock. We'll swap around and fuck both of them before we're through."
"All right," Barbara laughed. "Getting two different guys in the same night is fun."
"Have you ever gone out and fucked one guy, then fucked Hank when you got home?"
"No," Barbara said, "and even if I had, it wouldn't count. Hank's my husband."
"Can't argue with that kind of logic," Suzanne laughed.
George pulled into the space next to Suzanne, and he and Curt got out of George's car and opened the doors of Suzanne's car and helped the girls out.
"You didn't say on the phone," George said, "but I suppose Chad and Hank are bowling since this is Wednesday night."
"Yeah," Barbara said, "they said they have to keep their skills sharp for the big tourney in Cheyenne this weekend."
Suzanne gave George a light kiss on the lips, then took Curt's hand and kissed him. "George didn't say who he was bringing. I'm glad it was you."
"I get you first," Barbara said, taking George's hand as they went into the room. "I'm a little nervous. Hank's the only guy I've been with since we married. I told him that I was going to a movie with Suzanne."
"We can make our own movie," George said. "I've got a video camera at home."
"Now, George, you know you can't go home and get it," Suzanne laughed. "Your wife wouldn't let you out again."
"Maybe next time," Curt said.
"Take it one day at a time, honey," Suzanne said.
George had brought a bottle and mixer, and Barbara took the ice bucket down the hall and loaded it with cubes. When she came back, Curt was sitting in a chair and Suzanne was perched sideways on his lap with her legs parted carelessly and her tight skirt pulled up to the top of her thighs.
Barbara helped George put ice in the glasses, then passed them around and sat on the couch by him. The chair was sitting in front of the couch, and George grinned lecherously as he stared between Suzanne's legs. Barbara looked closer and saw that Curt's cock was out of his pants and sticking up between Suzanne's thighs.
Curt idly toyed with one of Suzanne's thick, prominent nipples, and the taut bud made a small hillock in the thin material of her blouse.
"Well, now we can get the party started," Barbara said. "I want to fuck."
"You always want to fuck," Suzanne said.
Barbara stuck out her tongue, then laughed. "Isn't that why the guys like me?"
"Better be careful with that tongue," Suzanne said. "I just might come over there and sit on it."
"Promises, promises," Curt said.
"If you're a good boy, we might give you a little show after a while." Suzanne took off her blouse and wiggled out of her skirt without getting up. "If we're going to fuck, we might as well get naked." Her panties were little more than a narrow band of brightly colored nylon down the middle of her slit, surrounded by the jungle of blonde curls that covered her crotch. She dipped her fingers into her glass, extracted an ice cube and casually rubbed it over both of her nipples, then chuckling softly, cupped one hefty tit and aimed the nipple at Curt's mouth.
"Ice makes them so hard and pointy," she said with a giggle, "but it sure does make them cold. Get them warm again, baby."
"If I warm them, they won't be hard and pointy," Curt teased, then leisurely licked each of her nipples.
Suzanne slid to the floor and sat on one haunch with her head in Curt's lap, cupped his balls in her right hand and rolled them gently as her tongue slithered languidly up and down his thick shaft, puffs of hot air from her nose disturbing the curly hair at the base of his shaft.
Barbara rolled onto her hip so she could see better, and propped her head on her hand, her eyes wide with interest, like a startled deer caught in bright headlights. "Boy, look at that whopper," she muttered. "Is she going to suck him off, do you think?"
"Probably," George said.
Suzanne tongued the head of Curt's prick lavishly, then took the bloated knob into her mouth, and the feel of the taut cockhead against her tongue and the soft flesh inside her mouth made her moan.
Barbara felt a hand on her bare ass, glanced at George quickly, grinned and flipped her flared skirt up, then looked back at her lascivious girlfriend.
Suzanne's generous mouth easily accommodated Curt's prick. Her full, sensuous lips completely surrounded his meaty tube, and invigorating blood pulsed vibrantly through the shaft as she steadily devoured his rod with anxious bobs of her head.
"Oooooo," Barbara whispered, "look how easily she swallows that big thing. Watching her makes my mouth water. She could teach me a thing or two about sucking cock."
"She could teach the whole town a thing or two about a lot of things," George laughed.
The tip of Curt's cock touched the back of Suzanne's throat, she swallowed hard, opened her gullet to accept it and gurgled happily. Her gifted mouth on his cock and Barbara watching increased Curt's pleasure. When George said they were meeting Suzanne and Barbara, he thought George was putting him on. He thought they were two of the sexiest girls he'd ever known, and now he could hardly wait to fuck both of them.
George caressed one cheek of Barbara's shapely ass, and she instinctively angled her ass so he could reach the other cheek and he caressed the exquisite, luxurious skin of both cheeks. She shivered, and goose bumps popped up on the firm flesh of her ass, juice gushed down her channel and soak her pussy, and she sighed deeply and stared intently at her girlfriend. She'd never watched another girl suck a cock, and watching an expert like Suzanne was especially exciting.
Suzanne's sensuous mouth slid up and down Curt's shaft more fervently, sucking his knob on the downstroke hard and tickling it with the tip of her tongue on the upstroke, humming steadily and gurgling when the tip of his prick slid into her throat.
Her girlfriend's shameless cocksucking demonstration mesmerized Barbara. It certainly looked as if she was going to suck until she sucked seed! Would she swallow Curt's cum? What would she do with it if she didn't? A strange feeling on her ass interrupted her thoughts and she lifted her head and looked at George.
He was licking her ass, everything not covered by her skimpy panties, which amounted to both cheeks in their entirety! He grinned and drew his tongue slowly across her naked buttocks while she watched.
Her legs trembled so hard, she thought her knees would knock together. His tongue on her bare ass felt positively obscene, and made her emotions soar. Suzanne's gurgles of delight drew Barbara's attention, and her head swiveled rapidly back and forth as she tried to watch George lick her ass and Suzanne suck Curt's cock at the same time.
She felt George's finger slide under the crotch of her panties and touch the puffy lips of her wet pussy, and she added her soft moans to Suzanne's gurgles. She kept her eyes on Suzanne, afraid to watch George, afraid she would try to stop him-and she didn't want to stop him!
George eased the tip of his finger along the puffy lips of Barbara's pussy with a light touch, gently separated them and ran his finger to the bottom of her slit, eased it into her honey hole, and could feel her body trembling inside.
George's tongue on her ass and finger in her pussy, and watching Suzanne suck cock, had Barbara so hot she could hardly stand it. She dared to look at George and whispered, "Are you going to jack me off?"
"Do you want me to jack you off?"
"I don't know," she said timidly.
"Let's see how it goes," George said with a soft chuckle.
George stripped Barbara's panties off, stuck his finger back in her sopping quim and pumped it in and out a few times, lathering it thoroughly with her slick oil, then slid it up her slit and touched her clit.
"Oh, wow," Barbara murmured.
Her love button was big and hard, and judging from the way her ass twitched and jerked, very sensitive. He rubbed it and licked her bare ass as he used his other hand to open his pants and haul out his hard prick.
Suzanne gurgled and hummed as she polished Curt's knob with her hot mouth, and Barbara moaned deep in her throat and gurgled, almost duplicating Suzanne's sounds of joy. Since she married, Hank was the only man who had touched her bare flesh intimately, let alone finger her clit. George's touch felt strange--strange and wonderful. He knew just how to manipulate her clit to give her the best feeling she'd experienced in a long time.
Curt's ass bounced up and down in a counterpoint rhythm between the chair and Suzanne's dynamic mouth, a compelling urge to cum making his scalp prickle. She sensed his need and sucked harder, and he shoved his cock down her throat and trembled all over as his prick erupted. His hips rocked and his prick spasmed, pouring his seminal fluid into her vibrant mouth, and she gurgled happily and gulped it down as fast as it gushed from his prick.
"Oh, he's cumming," Barbara breathed, "and she's drinking every drop of the delicious stuff! God, I wish I could share it with her. I love to have my mouth full of a man's hot cum."
Her own emotions hit a high point, her body trembled harder, and she humped George's finger furiously and groaned and let her orgasm take her. In the middle of her climax, she felt George's arm around her waist, pulling her up. The only thought she could muster was that he wanted her to sit up so he could reach her clit better. She didn't care what he wanted as long as he didn't stop fingering her clit.
She let him pull her into his lap, straddling his legs, felt the tip of his cock touch her ass-hole and panicked. She couldn't take a cock there! Hank stuck his finger in her ass one time, and it hurt! She tried to pull away, then felt George's cockhead nose into her slick hole, and it was too late to protest-even if she had wanted to. His cock impaled her, and slid her well-lubricated sheath so easily, like slipping into a bottle of hot oil, as her ass descended.
"Oh, fuck, George, I think your cock is even bigger than Curt's," Barbara muttered.
"It is," George said.
He pulled her ass down until every inch of his prick penetrated her sweltering sex channel, and she sighed deeply, leaned back against his chest, and peered at Suzanne.
Suzanne sat up and looked at Barbara, a drop of cum clinging to one corner of her mouth. She licked it away and smacked her lips blatantly, then cocked her head to one side and smiled brightly. "Your face looks so radiant, honey," she said. "You must be sitting on his cock."
"I am," Barbara whispered.
George applied up and down pressure on Barbara's hips, and her ass began moving up and down automatically. He reached around her with one arm, put two fingers in her slit and strummed her clit, and her ass went up and down faster. She stared at Suzanne, her mouth hanging open, her tongue circling her sensuous lips as she fucked herself robustly on George's gratifying prick.
"Oh, honey, I love to watch you fuck," Suzanne said. "Doesn't his cock feel good?"
"Fabulous," Barbara blurted.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Barbara's emotions ran wild. She was riding a big, fat cock that reached all the way to the bottom of her cunt, a cock that didn't belong to her husband, and it felt truly smashing!
In a way, it was similar to getting herself off with her vibrator and fantasizing about a faceless stranger fucking her. Except now she had a real live, pulsating prick powered by muscles stuck up her cunt, and not a piece of plastic that ran on batteries. This one didn't hum, but she would take the real thing any day!
Since her husband wasn't interested in her pussy, she had thought about asking another man to fuck her, but guessed it would be one of her friends, not one of Hank's who would stick a huge cock up her belly and goad her up the golden stairs to nirvana. She looked at Suzanne sitting there with dried cum on her lips, smiling broadly, as she humped her foxy ass up down, spearing herself on George's cock, and her passions soared a little higher.
"Ooooohhhhh, this is so fucking wild," she muttered.
Suzanne took Barbara's face in her hands and caressed the hot young blonde's cheeks, then unbuttoned her blouse and ran her hands over the smooth flesh of her shoulders and across her bare chest.
Barbara looked at Suzanne, her eyes cloudy with passion. "Oh, your hands feel so good," she grunted, her voice wavering from the force of George's cock hitting the bottom of her cunt.
Suzanne's eyes sparkled with joy as she unfastened Barbara's bra and licked her nipples, then cooed, "I'll bet George's cock feels better than my hands."
"Ummmmm," Barbara murmured, "George's cock feel absolutely marvelous."
Suzanne caressed Barbara's shoulders and neck and tits, and reached over to Curt's lap and grasped his limp cock in one hand. Barbara's eyes followed Suzanne's hand, and she gazed intently as Suzanne idly squeezed and pulled at the flaccid tube of meat.
"Oh," Barbara breathed, "this is so fucking wild."
George's finger moved faster, skimming lightly over Barbara's erect love bud as she fucked herself on his stiff rod, and her murmurs of pleasure grew louder and her inner muscles instinctively milked his prick. She had practiced with her vibrator to strengthen her muscles so she could show her husband what her cunt could do to his cock, but since he didn't seem to care, another man was getting the benefit of her exercises. She shuffled her feet back so she had better control of her movements, and her ass lurched up and down a little faster.
"Oh, Suzanne.. . " she whispered.
"I know, honey," Suzanne replied softly, "I felt the same way the first time I rode his beautiful cock." She kissed Barbara on the lips, lightly and quickly. "I love to watch you fuck, honey. Are you going to cum real hard for us?"
"Ohhhhhh, fuck, yes," Barbara hissed, altogether caught up in the eroticism of the unique situation.
Her wild behavior was far from what she had imagined her first fuck with another guy would be like. She felt like a closet hussy on a double date who had suddenly lost all of her inhibitions. She had never fucked in a motel, much less in one like this, and she wondered why. Riding a cock and staring at herself in those mirrors made her feel so damn kinky, and doing it a group was something else!
George put his other hand under Barbara's ass and fondled it as his finger massaging her clit became more aggressive. Her labored breathing and frantic humping told him her orgasm was only moments away, and he wanted her to cum so well she would eagerly come back for seconds, and thirds, and.. .the only trouble was, her dynamic cunt muscles were breaking down his control, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold back.
"I can feel his cock swelling," Barbara muttered between moans of pleasure. "I'm going to cum, Suzanne, I'm going to cum so good!" Excitement tightened her vocal cords, deepened her voice nearly to a growl. She never dreamed she could be so lascivious, could feel so smashing cheating on her husband, and couldn't have expressed the way she felt if she had tried.
"Of course you are, darling," Suzanne murmured. "Why ride a gorgeous cock if you don't cum? Don't worry about George, he can take care of himself. Just get his cum, baby, make him fill your tender little pussy to the brim with his sweet cream."
If Suzanne thought her shy girlfriend was going to suddenly stop riding George's cock, she was dead wrong. Her voracious sexual hunger kept her from even thinking about such an outlandish idea. She was going to ride George's cock until she came, no matter what. Her snatch slid effortlessly up and down the hefty lance impaling her, her ass pirouetting and rocking back and forth as it lunged up and down.
George's finger dancing swiftly over her clit would have brought her off. His hard cock stuck up her cunt, ready to squirt her full of male cream, would have done the job equally well. Together, they guaranteed she would cum.
Suddenly, she stopped humping and corkscrewed her ass frantically as an orgasm started so deep inside her, so intense she lost all sense of time and place. She had never cum so hard in her life. Her mouth popped open, and wails of rapture poured out, nearly rattling the mirrors on the walls.
Euphoria inflamed her mind, and she was aware only of the chaotic sensations tearing through her, of the blazing lust saturating her body. Her eyes were wide open, but she didn't see. Suzanne was still caressing her, but she didn't feel it. She felt only the violent explosion that started in her cunt and instantly spread over her body.
She passed her peak, began to taper off, then George's cock erupted, the first hard spurt ricocheting off the mouth of her womb, setting her off again. Her body jerked and twisted and heaved and bucked as she rode his cock without being aware of what she was doing, humping recklessly, milking the cum from him in delirious movements, draining his prick completely.
She fell back against his chest with a deep sigh of satiation, wiggled her ass a few times, then went limp, let her head fall back on his shoulder and closed her eyes, her energy gone. He held her tits lovingly and kissed her neck and bare shoulders and nibbled her ear lobe, licked behind her ear, then inside the delicate shell.
She took his hands and kissed his palms, then sat up. "Well, back to the bathroom," she said. "I'm going to wear out that bidet."
"We hope so," Curt quipped.
Her mind careening wildly, Barbara hurried to the bathroom. She didn't bother closing the door. What was the use, after what she'd just done? She tucked her skirt up around her waist and gently washed her pussy, got her thoughts under control and considered what she'd done.
"Well, girl you really did it," she said to her reflection in the mirror, "fucking one of your husband's buddies in front of Suzanne and another of his buddies. You ought to be ashamed of yourself." She rubbed her hand over her pussy and grinned. "Nah, I don't feel the least bit of shame. Why should I? If Hank doesn't want to fuck me, why shouldn't I give someone else the pleasure? Hell, Suzanne has been doing it for years, and lightning hasn't struck her. Watching her blow Curt then riding George's big cock while she watched was really exciting. I'm going back out there with my head held high and really enjoy myself!"
She took a deep breath and marched out of the bathroom with her head held high and a bright pink glow in her cheeks.
Suzanne was leaning over in front of George with her tits dangling in front of his face, and he was playfully tweaking her nipples. She clucked her tongue and grinned. "Naughty boy. Can't keep your hands off them, can you? You know Curt gets to fuck me first. But you'll get your turn, unless Barbara fucks your cock off." She straightened up and looked at Barbara. "Honey, why don't you take off your skirt and get more comfortable? We can probably charm the guys out of their clothes without trying very hard."
"Well, I would," Barbara said coyly, "but George stole my panties, then took advantage of me. If I take off my skirt, I'll be completely naked."
Suzanne chuckled. "I wondered why you ran into the bathroom so fast. George really pumps out a big load. Without panties, it was running down your legs, huh?"
"Yeah," Barbara said, "I barely caught it before it reached my ankles."
"I've got your panties in my pocket," George said with a laugh. "Want them back?"
Barbara giggled and gave him a big wink. "So I can put them on while you watch? That's a switch, isn't it? I thought you guys preferred your girls naked.
George thought Chad and Hank were a couple of nerds, so it didn't surprise him that they neglected their wives, and fucking them was ironically gratifying. Hell, if he was married to either one of them, he'd be home all the time, getting his nuts off every way he could think of.
"Oh, we do," he said, "that's why we want you to take off your skirt."
"Right on," Curt added, "I didn't get to see anything when you were fucking George, because your skirt was in the way."
Barbara looked at Suzanne, then at George. "I will if you will," she said boldly. "I'm not the only one with something to show. You've either seen or handled just about everything I've got anyway, but I haven't even seen your cock."
George grinned and nodded, and Barbara unhooked her skirt and let it fall, acting more courageous than she felt. The thought of fucking both guys provided all the incentive she needed.
"Just look at her, guys," Suzanne said. "Isn't she gorgeous?"
"Outstanding," George agreed, "and her skin is as smooth as silk." He laughed. "Well, her ass is anyway."
"Wow," Curt said softly, his eyes roving greedily up and down Barbara's magnificent, voluptuous body. "Suzanne's right, you do the world an injustice by hiding such loveliness under clothes."
Their praise puffed Barbara up with cockiness. She posed for them, arching her back a tad to lift her tits, and pushed them out, standing with her legs spread slightly and one knee bent, the thick lips of her alluring pussy peeking through the nest of blonde hair in her crotch.
"Well, I don't know about the world," she said, her voice strong, "but I'm glad you like what you see."
"Magnificent," Suzanne said quietly, "half the guys in town would give their left nut for the chance to fuck you."
"Thank you," Barbara said, looking at George and Curt. "Come on, guys, don't leave a girl standing here naked all by herself."
Suzanne stripped off her panties and threw them in Curt's lap, then spread her legs and fluffed up her muff and laughed gaily. "Let's sit on the couch and give them a little encouragement, honey," she said.
Barbara frowned, not sure what Suzanne meant.
Suzanne took her hand and led her to the couch. "We'll just sit here and play with our pussies," she explained. "You know, tease them with a little pink, show them what they're going to get." She sat down, spread her legs, and fingered her clit.
Barbara had never played with her pussy while a man watched, not even her husband, but Suzanne's bawdy behavior spurred her on. She sat down, hesitated a moment, then spread her legs and slid the tip of her finger into her slit.
Suzanne reached over and lifted Barbara's leg over hers. "Give them a good show, honey," she said. "Guys like to watch a girl play with her pussy."
Barbara looked at Suzanne, let her eyes wander slowly over her girlfriend's naked body, and had to bludgeon the exceptionally vibrant temptation to ignore the guys in favor of tasting Suzanne's luscious flesh. "When are we going to do each other?"
"After a while, honey," Suzanne replied, "after we drain the guys completely and they need stronger inspiration to get it up again."
Anxious to give both girls all the cock they could handle, George and Curt stood and hastily stripped off their clothes.
Barbara rubbed her clit slowly and looked from George to Curt, comparing their cocks. Curt's cock was about the same size as her husband's, but George had a jumbo dick, larger than Curt's or Hank's, significantly longer and thicker, even half hard. "Terrific," she said, her voice shaky with lust. "I see why Suzanne chose
Suzanne chuckled sexily, deep in her throat. "I chose George, honey, and he chose Curt. I didn't know any more about him than you did until he got here."
"I don't want to jack off," Barbara said. "I want one of them to do me."
George got on his knees in front of Barbara, pulled her ass to the edge of the couch and lifted her feet, spread her legs wide apart and put her feet on the cushion.
Barbara let him spread her open, then looked down at her lewd posture. God, I look gross, but George wouldn't have put me this way if he didn't like it. I look kind of sexy, though, in a perverted way. But what the hell, why not be a little kinky? My husband never lets me do anything out of the ordinary. Boy, my pussy really stands out. At least somebody-likes to look at it.
George loved to look at and eat a pretty pussy, and Barbara had him so revved up, he would have settled for that alone. Her enchanting box looked positively scrumptious, and he licked his lips in anticipation. He wanted her to experience the full range of his oral talents, wanted to give her something to remember him by.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
George's tongue flicked out and caressed the pulsing pink point of one tit, and Barbara sighed deeply as he washed both nipples with his tongue, then alternated sucking gently and tenderly nipping each hard stalk.
He licked a gleaming line from between her tits to her taut tummy, tickled her bellybutton with the tip of his tongue, then moved on down to hairy junction of her shapely thighs. He rubbed his face in the dense growth of soft curls covering her crotch, kissed the succulent gash longingly, lovingly, then parted the blood-gorged lips and let his tongue ramble up and down her juicy groove.
Her tits swelling and her blood feeling like molten lava as it raced through her veins, she uttered an amorous sigh and curled her cunt up higher. When his tongue landed on her bloated clit, she let out a louder sigh and hunched her hips up and down, keeping time with his frisky tongue.
He held her liquefied crack wide open and ran his tongue up and down her savory seam, then covered her snatch with his mouth and stabbed his tongue into her fiery hole, pushing it in as far as it would go and tongue-fucking her rapidly. Her ass jerked graphically, and just as she felt an orgasm building, he withdrew his tongue, pulled back and tongued her crevice lickety-split.
Barbara cried out, her hips jerked spasmodically, and she tried to close her thighs, an impulsive reflex to the sensations flowing from her cunt.
George put his palms on the inside of her well-shaped thighs and held them apart, licked her cleft from the bottom to the top with the upper side of his tongue, from her clit to her ass-hole with the underside, pausing at the bottom to tongue-fuck her swiftly and at the top to flog her clit tenderly.
"Oh, God, George," she wailed, "your tongue feels so fucking good! I love it!"
He paused between licks and said, "You love what? Say it, tell me exactly what you love."
"I love the way you lick my cunt," she hissed. "No one has ever licked it so fabulously."
"I'll keep doing it if you promise to cum."
"Oh, God, yes, I promise, I promise!"
"Do you like it when I fuck you with my tongue?"
"Yes, oh, fuck, yes!"
"Do like it when I lick your clit?"
"Oooooo!"
"Say it, tell me, or I won't do it any more."
"Oh, George, I love it!" She shuddered hard, took a deep breath, and said, "I love the way you fuck me with your tongue, the way you lick my clit, the way you make my cunt feel! Do it to me, baby! Suck my cunt, lick my clit, fuck my hole with your tongue! Oh, fuck, do whatever you want with me! I'm all yours!"
Her cunt flowed like a fountain and he had to lap up the juice so it wouldn't drown him. Occasionally, his tongue slithered into the deep valley between the cheeks of her ass in search of her sap and touched her ass-hole, and she nearly jumped off the couch.
He stuck one finger in her cunt, coated it with her slick oil, then wormed the tip into her tight little back door, and her body writhed furiously, trying to get away from the alien intruder. He held her down and put his tongue on her hard love button and jiggled his finger in her ass-hole as his tongue skated over her erect clit, steadily increasing in speed and pressure.
She quivered and shoved her cunt at his mouth. "Oh, fuck," she moaned softly.
When he touched her ass-hole, she knew beyond a doubt that she couldn't tolerate anything in there. Now, she found herself loving the strange sensation. She mauled her tits and humped her snatch at his mouth, her head rolled from side to side on the back of the couch and an expression of unsurpassed lust wreathed her beautiful face. She adored the way he was making love to her pussy, had waited what seemed like all of her life for a guy to eat her pussy so exquisitely.
She loved the way Suzanne ate her out, but the difference was, she knew she was going to get George's cock after he sucked her off, and Suzanne couldn't give her that pleasure. She lifted her head and looked down. He looked so enticing with his head between her thighs, and she could even see the tip of his tongue as it danced on her clit. She lifted her eyes and looked at Suzanne and Curt locked in a 69 on the floor, their bodies writhing in unison. She put her hands behind George's head and tangled her fingers in his hair, then remembered a bawdy comment she'd heard once, a time that seemed years ago, about the best way for a woman to hold her licker was by the ears. She seized his ears and hung on for dear life.
George chuckled in his throat without missing a lick on her clit, sealed his lips around the hard button and sucked lightly and increased the speed of his tongue.
Barbara screamed, "I'm going to cum now!"
She clawed his ears, pulling on them, bucking and twitching and twisting and writhing tumultuously as her orgasm held her in a grip of lust. Her emotions soared higher than ever before, and she lost her breath a moment, caught it again, and resumed her loud wails of lascivious delight.
George licked and sucked her clit and finger-fucked her ass, driving her to the to the outer reaches of passion. When her orgasm began to decline, he licked the full length of her slit several times and lapped up the delectable juice from the well of her cunt.
Barbara's feet slipped off the couch and hit the floor with a soft thud, her legs trembling, her body quivering, her chest heaving with the effort to breathe, her knees feeling as if they were made of sponge rubber.
Suzanne shoved George aside and pulled Barbara with her as she fell onto her back, and Barbara toppled on top of the redhead. Her nipples touched Suzanne's nipples lightly, and the electrifying contact made her shiver. She fell flat and mashed their tits together, gave Suzanne a quick kiss, then pivoted on her belly and dived into Suzanne's snatch tongue first.
Suzanne wrapped her arms around Barbara's hips and pulled her ass down, and they promptly licked each other into the spastic paroxysms of orgiastic enchantment.
Suzanne gave Barbara's pussy a kiss and said, "Let's get on the bed and lie side by side so we can see everything in the mirrors while the guys fuck us."
They hopped up and tumbled into the big water bed and lay with their sides pressed tightly together and Curt knelt between Suzanne's thighs and let her guide the head of his cock to her cunt.
Barbara watched as Curt settled into Suzanne's saddle and seated his cock fully in her hairy hole, then looked at George, her eyes heavily laden with brazen lust as she spread her legs wide and held out her hands, quivering with ardent expectation. A stab of pleasure made her catch her breath as George plunged his prick into her, and she threw her heels behind his ass and pulled forward, wiggling her voluptuous body in a frenzy of desire and joy, shuddering and moaning as the smashing sensations raced from her tight cunt to her brain.
She felt a hand on one of her tits and rolled her head to the side to watch Suzanne caress the swollen mound and run her palm over the nipple. They gazed into each other's eyes, with their noses barely an inch apart, then the tip of Suzanne's tongue ran over Barbara's sensuous lips lightly. Barbara moved a hand up to cup Suzanne's tit, squeezed the large mound, then took the nipple between her thumb and forefinger as she touched her lips to Suzanne's and opened her mouth to let the redhead's tongue slither in.
Suzanne threw her legs over Curt's shoulders, tilting her cunt up for maximum penetration, and teased Barbara with her tongue.
Barbara chewed on Suzanne's tongue and murmured into the redhead's mouth as George stroked his prick in and out of her cunt. She could feel the redhead's body shake and quiver from the pounding of Curt's thrusting prick, and the unique situation of fucking in concert with another girl made her passions soar. She tightened her legs around George's waist and humped her ass up and down and twisted it in circles as he hammered her cunt with his sturdy prick.
"That's the way, baby," George hissed, "fuck with me. God, what a fantastic cunt! I've never had a better piece of ass!"
Barbara's passion soared a little higher. George sure knew how to compliment a girl and get the most out of her. She giggled to herself. He wasn't only getting the most out of her, he was shoving the most in her!
Suzanne broke their kiss and looked up at George. "Fuck her good, baby, and make her cum real hard."
"Yeah, yeah," George grunted. "God, her cunt is as tight as yours. Fucking either one of you is almost like fucking a virgin."
"Oh, George, you say the sweetest things," Suzanne cooed.
The girls fondled each other's tits as the guys fucked them with methodical, rhythmic strokes, using the full length of their cocks. Barbara was still on an erotic high from George's dramatic pussy licking, and kissing Suzanne and playing with her tit, while Suzanne played with hers, kicked her emotions into high gear. The addition of George's cock gliding smoothly in and out of her pussy made the overall effect exhilarating, and she was going to cum again, very soon.
"Oh, yeah, George," Barbara hissed, "fuck me. Ram your beautiful cock in my hot cunt and rock the cradle, baby!" Talking to her fucker boosted her ecstasy, and she let herself go completely. "Oooooo, your cock feels so fucking good, baby. Yes, baby, yes, fuck me and make me cum!"
"Damn, what a fabulous cunt," George moaned. "I can feel your muscles milking my cock. Lovely, baby, lovely!"
"I'm just about ready to pop, baby," Barbara said, using the term of endearment easily. "Ream me good, and I'll cum all over your big cock."
He drew his prick back until it nearly fell out of her hot sex channel, screwed it around as he gradually pushed it back into her tight, sopping hole, then banged her with lightning strokes, going in and out with a rhythmic, brisk cadence.. .back and forth.. .in and out, fucking her juicy cunt, making her scream and groan and shake her ass as her orgasm washed over her.
Barbara's head rolled from side to side and Suzanne stopped it by kissing her deeply, thrusting her tongue into Barbara's mouth in duplication of George's cock thrusting into her pussy.
Suzanne's orgasm followed closely behind Barbara's, her body vibrating and bucking as Curt pounded her twat with mighty strokes. Barbara squeezed Suzanne's tit avidly, felt the redhead's orgasmic shudder through the solid mound of tit flesh, then Suzanne snatched her mouth away from Barbara's, took a deep breath, and their screams blended in a paean of rapture.
"Change places, guys," Suzanne panted. "Hurry, before we come down."
George and Curt backed away and hastily changed places and banged their cocks home again.
Barbara stared in the overhead mirror and murmured, "Oh, this is fantastic," then bucked so hard, she nearly threw Curt off.
Every few strokes, the guys changed places so the girls couldn't tell who was fucking them without looking in the mirror. They were both bucking wildly and cumming so hard, they couldn't have cared less.
The guys unleashed their spunk nearly simultaneously, and fell away, spent and panting for breath.
Suzanne whirled around and pulled Barbara to her and they curled up on their sides and went after each other with gluttonous abandon.
George and Curt sat back and watched the girls eat each other out, looking at each other with shit-eating grins as they pulled on their cocks. Chad and Hank wouldn't finish bowling until close to midnight, and that gave them plenty of time to sate their lust with their buddies' wives.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Early Friday morning, Chad and Hank left for Cheyenne and the bowling tourney, and a few minutes later, Hannah's Bronco pulled into Suzanne's driveway.
Suzanne grabbed her suitcase and hurried outside, eagerly anticipating a long weekend in the mountains with her girlfriends. She tossed her suitcase in the back and climbed in and said, "Hi, guys. If you're waiting on me, you're going backwards."
"When you're around," Robin quipped, "upside down and backwards is more like it."
"You should talk," Hannah said. "When she's around, you can't keep your tongue out of her pussy."
"Honey, I know what's good and what's not," Robin laughed, "and she's got a real sweet pussy. Anyway, aren't you forgetting that I think your pussy is just as sweet, and that I eat it every chance I get?"
"Baby, I could never forget what a marvelous tongue you've got," Hannah said. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't get my pussy eaten nearly as often as I do. My husband thinks fur pie is bad grammar."
"That's a terrible analogy," Suzanne said, "but I understand what you mean.
They buzzed along the Interstate into the mountains, swapping sex stories and telling each other about the best cock they'd had since they were last together.
When they reached the little village near Hannah's cabin, she pulled into the small general store and said, "We need some wine, and I need gas."
"You'd better not get gas," Robin laughed.
Suzanne said, "I'll get the wine while you fill the tank."
For a little country general store, there was a good selection of wine, and Suzanne got three bottles of a smooth white wine and two bottles of a robust red to go with the steaks she knew Hannah brought, and went to the check out.
The young man behind the counter gave her a bright smile and said, "Hi, you're new around here, aren't you?"
"I'm up just for the weekend," Suzanne replied, "with Hannah Erickson."
Hannah came in the door and said, "Did I hear you taking my name in vain? Hello, Jason, this is my friend, Suzanne. Suzanne, say hello to Jason."
"Hello, Jason," Suzanne said. "I'm surprised that you've got such a good selection of wine."
"Long way to the closest town of any size. My troubles are all worth while when somebody as pretty as you and Hannah come in."
"Hey, that's a good line," Hannah said. "You're always so reserved with me, I didn't know you had it in you."
"Beautiful girls intimidate me," Jason replied.
Suzanne liked his looks, his smile and his manner, and wondered if she could get away from the girls long enough during the weekend to check him out. She gave him a bright smile and said, "Do I intimidate you?"
"Oh, you can't trap me that easily," he laughed. "You intimidate me more than Hannah does."
"Well, I like that," Hannah laughed. "Do you really think she's prettier than I am?"
"No," Jason said, "but I know you aren't available when you come up here."
"Oh," Suzanne said, "and how do you know that I am?" She was, and was eager to prove it, but she couldn't resist needling him a little.
"I don't," Jason replied, "but I've got nothing to lose by taking the chance."
"Maybe some other time," Hannah said. "This weekend, her social calendar is full."
"Just my luck," Jason said. "Is Robin with you?"
"Of course," Hannah said.
"Well, tell her that I said hi, and you guys have fun."
"We always do," Hannah laughed.
Suzanne followed Hannah outside, wishing she could have found a way to let Jason know that he was the kind of guy she liked. He was younger, but not by many years, and it didn't seem to make much difference to him anyway. Maybe she could arrange something in the not too distant future.
Hannah pulled up in front of her cabin and said, "There it is, girls. It isn't very big, but it's very cozy."
Hannah jumped out of the Bronco and turned around and around, drinking in the silence, the immaculate beauty of the forest and small glade filled with wild flowers. "I love being up here," she exclaimed, taking a deep breath and expelling it slowly. "Just smell the pristine air."
Suzanne and Robin got out and stood by Hannah.
"Idyllic," Suzanne said. "You might have to hog-tie me to get me back to the city."
"Don't get carried away, girl," Robin said, smiling broadly. "Your system isn't used to clear air. It might make you sick."
"Oh, it's wonderful," Suzanne said. She stripped her tank top over her head, threw her hands up and took another deep breath. "I want to tear off my clothes and run through the trees like a wood nymph."
"Be sure you avoid the poison sumac," Hannah chuckled.
"Girl, you're just looking for an excuse to tear off your clothes and run around naked," Robin said.
"Hell, I don't need an excuse," Suzanne laughed.
"Come on, let's go inside," Hannah said. "The place is filled with antiques, including a huge four-poster bed, and there's a Jacuzzi and hot tub on the back deck."
"Perfect place to get back to nature and fuck our heads off," Robin said. She held out her hand to Suzanne. "Come on, girl. You can wait a while before you run naked through the wild flowers."
Suzanne stopped just inside the door and peeled her tight shorts down. "Now, I'm ready to enjoy a weekend in the woods," she giggled.
"I brought a bagful of toys," Hannah said, "including a brand new strap-on cock, just in case the mood strikes us."
"Honey, you know the mood is going to strike us," Suzanne said.
"It always does," Robin said, looking at the large sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace.
"Can't you see us lying on that rug in front of a roaring fire?"
"Mmmmmm, naked, with a bottle of wine," Hannah said. "Let's unload the truck, then soak in the Jacuzzi. I called the young man at the real estate office yesterday and asked him to turn on the water heater."
Robin and Hannah undressed, then put their sandals back on and helped Hannah bring in the suitcases and bags of groceries.
"I could get used to this in a hurry," Suzanne said.
"Not this time of year," Hannah said. "It's already too cold to run around outside bare-assed."
"Not for me," Suzanne said. "I've got enough fire in my blood to warm three people, and I like to run around naked. It makes me feel so liberated and lighthearted."
"Girl, you ought to live in a nudist colony," Robin said. "What would you do if some grizzled hunter caught you running around naked?"
"Give him a bath and see what kind of bullets he had in his gun," Suzanne replied. "I don't know about a nudist colony, though. I hear there's less sex there than anywhere."
"Yeah," Hannah quipped, "and you without sex is like a duck without web feet."
"Girl," Robin said, "where do you come up with all those terrible aphorisms?"
"She's got a book," Suzanne said, "with all of two pages in it."
They opened a bottle of the white wine and took glasses with them out to the deck. Hannah leered at Robin and Suzanne as they stepped in the Jacuzzi and sat down. She hadn't had a girl in days, and as much as she liked cock, the expectation of getting her tongue in a pussy always excited her.
"Ooohhh," Suzanne sighed, "this feels so good."
"If you think it feels good now," Robin said, "sit in front of one of the jets and open your legs."
Hannah and Suzanne sat in front of a strong jet and spread their legs.
"Oh, wow," Hannah said softly, "I never thought of this. I think I can get off this way."
"You can," Robin replied. "I've got one of those pulsing shower heads and I use it to get myself off, but this is even better."
"Listen to the voice of experience," Suzanne quipped. "How do you know about the jets in a Jacuzzi?"
"I date a professional athlete occasionally, and he's got one in his condo." She giggled. "Well, I don't really date him. I just go over to his place a couple times a week and haul his ashes."
"I'd settle for hauling Chad's ashes a couple times a week," Suzanne said. "He thinks a couple times a month is one time too many."
"Guys are always bitching about girls who're wild in bed before they marry, then turn into an iceberg," Hannah said, "but from what I hear from my married girlfriends, they're just as bad."
"If not worse," Suzanne said dourly.
Robin poured three glasses of wine and passed them around. "Forget about guys who don't keep up with their homework," she said. "Let's just sit here and drink wine while we cum, then go from there."
"Can't get any more decadent than that," Hannah laughed.
"Oh, I don't know," Suzanne said. "The other night, I had three guys in a Jacuzzi. This one guy's wife was away for the week and I didn't want to split them up, so I took all three of them. I think he suggested the Jacuzzi because he thought it would be an easy way to get me naked."
"Guess he didn't know that all he had to do was ask," Hannah laughed.
"How did you have them," Robin said, "one at a time or all at once?"
"Both," Suzanne said. "I fucked one of them in the Jacuzzi, then one of them ate me out, then they all three fucked me at the same time. We got back in the Jacuzzi and I sucked them off."
"I've never had three guys at once," Hannah said. "I've had two, one in my mouth and one in my pussy. I can take it up the ass, but I've never learned to handle a double penetration."
"I had five guys one time," Robin said, "a round robin on Robin. A double penetration isn't hard. You just have to learn to relax."
"I'm pretty relaxed right now," Suzanne said.
"Yeah, me, too," Robin agreed. "Let's save the talking until later."
They leaned back and sipped their wine, and Hannah's eyes flitted from one girl to the other so she wouldn't miss the moment they came. She felt so relaxed, so peaceful, the way she did with Mickey, and thinking of the lusty young real estate agent with his big, gratifying cock gave her a rush. Her climax started, a gentle tingling that built slowly, and she moaned softly and pushed her crotch closer to the powerful jet of water.
"Hannah is cumming," Robin said.
"So am I," Suzanne murmured. "Have been for the last couple minutes."
"Well, I might as well join the crowd," Robin whispered. "Mmmmmm, here I go."
Hannah lifted her head and smiled. "Isn't this great? So peaceful, yet so satisfying."
"A lot better than jacking off," Suzanne agreed.
"Mickey-likes to jack me off," Hannah muttered softly, as if talking to herself, "and having someone else get me off without having to worry about his pleasure feels so damned good."
"Who's Mickey?" Robin asked languidly.
"The young real estate broker who sold me the cabin. He's got a magnificent cock and he eats pussy almost as well as you two do."
"Leave it to Ms Hot Pants to find out," Suzanne said.
"All right then, Ms Hot Pussy. Do we get to meet your young stud?"
"You don't want to m-e-e-t him, darling," Robin said with a laugh. "You want him to m-e-a-t you!"
"We'll see how it goes," Hannah said. "I don't know yet if I want to share you. Are you two still cumming?"
"Yeah," Robin replied.
"Oh, you'd better believe I am," Suzanne murmured, "and it feels great. I've never cum like this, all relaxed with nothing to worry about but my clit. I don't know if a Jacuzzi can be addictive, but if so, I could easily become an addict."
"If you can tear yourself away from that jet of water," Hannah laughed, "let's go roll around in my big bed while our clits are still tingling."
"I hope my clit doesn't stop tingling all weekend," Robin said.
"Ditto," Suzanne chimed in.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
They hurriedly wiped most of the water off of their bodies and rushed to the bedroom, big tits jiggling and shapely asses swaying, a lascivious sight that would have made a eunuch's cock stand up and salute.
Suzanne and Robin kissed impetuously, their lips squirming together, their tongues flashing in and out of each other's mouth, and Hannah rubbed her pussy as she watched them. Right now, they excited her more than the thought of Mickey's cock and she joined in their embrace.
Robin extended her arm to include Hannah, and they hugged as a group, kissing each other and giggling like three lust-crazed nymphos. Hannah nuzzled one of Suzanne's cherry-red tit tips into her mouth and sucked hungrily, and Robin took the other nipple into her mouth and sucked just as hungrily.
Hannah lifted her head and said, "If Mickey could see us now, he'd go wild. I told him a little about you two, and he can hardly wait to meet you. I'm not sure, but I don't think he's ever watched girls suck pussy."
Robin dropped to her knees and caressed Suzanne's smooth, shapely legs, letting the tips of her fingers skim the redhead's warm skin, bringing a shiver of excitement to both of them. She loved to touch another girl with sex on her mind. She took one of Suzanne's trim ankles in her hand and nudged it to the side, opening Suzanne's crotch, and stared into the redhead's hairy grotto in fascination. The subtle aroma of aroused pussy wafted into her nostrils and she inhaled deeply.
Suzanne looked down at Robin and smiled as she slid her foot a little further to the side, opening her crotch fully. "You like my cunt, don't you?" she said softly.
"I love your cunt, darling," Robin said, her voice husky with emotion.
Flattening her tongue like a broad brush, Robin started at Suzanne's ankle and licked upward and around the subtle curve of the redhead's tawny calf, gradually heading north on the inside of her thigh.
Hannah swirled her hot tongue around the sultry flesh of Suzanne's bountiful tit, then sucked her stiff nipple as she hefted the other heavy globe as though weighing it and teased the nipple into erectness with her thumb.
"Ahhhhhh," Suzanne sighed as Robin teased the back of her knee with tiny nips and quick licks, "that feels so good, darling! You know just how to get me aroused, don't you?"
Robin paused and looked up, over the expanse of Suzanne's flat belly, and between her large tits. "Yeah, just look at you," she quipped. "You stay horny." She gave the redhead a sexy smile and returned to her pleasant task.
"I can't help it, darling," Suzanne giggled. "I was born that way, but I sure do have fun!"
Suzanne tangled her fingers in Hannah's hair and lifted her head, and their hot lips met and the tender flesh melded in a tongue-searching soul kiss. She drove her fervent tongue deep into Hannah's mouth, and the blonde responded with equal fervor. When she made it with girls, she always had more fun with two or three than with one. '
Suzanne cupped one of Hannah's tits and palmed the nipple, rubbed her hand back and forth rapidly, then guided the tit to her own big mammary mound and rubbed their stiff nipples together.
Robin's hot mouth completed its journey up Suzanne's pale thigh and was poised just inches from the redhead's pussy. Her tongue flicked out and hungrily ran along Suzanne's slit. She put both hands in Suzanne's open crotch and pulled the lips of her cunt apart and repeated the licking maneuver, only this time, her tongue went deep into the gash to get a better taste of the redhead's succulent flesh. Then she slid her arms between Suzanne's legs, cupped her shapely ass cheeks, and buried her mouth in the redhead's twat.
Going tit to tit with another girl always excited Suzanne, and hot thrills raced through her as she pulled Hannah closer and mashed their tits together. Robin's cunning tongue on her hypersensitive love button, the sensuous contact of Hannah's body, and the heat from their kiss combined to nearly drive her wild.
Hannah broke the kiss and stepped back, looked down at Robin and caressed the top of her head tenderly. The faint slurping sounds of the brunette's tongue going at Suzanne's clit pushed her own emotions higher.
"Come on, Robin," she said huskily, "let's put her on the bed where we can really love her up."
"God," Suzanne hissed, "I haven't had a better proposition in days!"
Robin and Hannah led Suzanne to the bed, stroking her sexy body like a favorite pet. As she caressed one of Suzanne's big tits, Robin licked her lips and tasted the redhead's sex elixir again, and her passion soared even higher.
"Show me your pussy," Hannah said. "I haven't even seen a pussy in days, let alone sucked one."
"Your own fault," Robin chuckled, "I'm just a phone call away."
Suzanne sat on the edge of the bed and opened her legs so Hannah could see her fleshy mound and long crack.
"You have one of the prettiest cunts I've ever sucked," Robin said, "and I've sucked a lot of cunts, baby!"
"Oh, yes," Hannah said, her voice laden with emotion, "it's gorgeous." She dropped to her knees, pulled the redhead's legs apart and leaned in closer. With shivering hands, she grasped the inner lips and peeled them apart and ogled Suzanne's blood-gorged clit. "Oh, your clit looks so damned suckable!" She licked her lips with anticipation as her head drifted forward and the tip of her tongue settled on the redhead's love stud.
Robin caressed Suzanne's tits as she watched Hannah lick Suzanne's pussy with her long tongue and murmured, "She makes me jealous."
"Get up here," Suzanne whispered, "and I'll take your mind off what she's doing."
Robin stepped up on the bed astraddle the redhead, facing her, put her hands behind Suzanne's head and clamped her pussy over Suzanne's mouth with a deep, passionate sigh. Suzanne put her arms around Robin's hips and cupped the heavy cheeks of her ass and flogged her palpitating clit with wet, slick slaps of her lively tongue.
As she ate Suzanne's pussy, Hannah reached up to fondle and knead the redhead's big, jutting tits, squeezing the nipples between her fingers and pulling them into rigid points as her tongue slurped hotly in Suzanne's luscious snatch.
Robin received the same treatment from Suzanne's mouth and tongue. Every lick Hannah gave Suzanne, the redhead matched, as if Hannah's tongue action traveled all the way through her body and into Robin's twat.
Robin caressed the top of Suzanne's head and said, "Hannah is getting left out, darling. Let's do a chain and cum together."
The next moment, they were sprawled on the big bed in a circle, going at each other's cunts greedily.
After cumming so much her legs were weak, Hannah rolled away and said, "Should I call Mickey, or would you rather keep the party private?"
"Call him," Robin exclaimed. "I want to ride his cock and see if it's as good as you say."
"Let's go into the great room," Hannah said. "If we get as active as I think, one of us is apt to fall off the bed."
"I'll build a fire," Suzanne said. "Nothing like fucking on a big furry rug in front of a crackling fire."
Hannah looked at her watch. "He should be in his office. Robin, look in my bag and get my new strap-on dildo while I call him," She dialed Mickey's number and said, "Mickey, this is Hannah. If you can get away for a couple hours, I have a little surprise for you." She grinned broadly as she listened. "You will? Good. One stipulation, dear, undress on the front porch and come in naked. If you're wearing so much as a sock, you can't stay. No, I won't tell you what your surprise is, but I can guarantee that you'll like it. Don't bother to knock, just come right on in." She hung up the phone and said, "He'll be here in five minutes. He must be eager, it normally takes at least ten minutes to drive up here from his office."
"Why did you want your strap-on dildo?" Robin said as she handed the apparatus to Hannah.
"Part of Mickey's surprise," Hannah replied. "I like this one better than your old one." She slipped the small dildo on the inside of the harness into her pussy and fastened the straps around her waist. "I don't know why they even make the ones with a cock on just one side. I always have to hold onto the damn thing, and I like to fuck like a man." She wiggled the harness and settled it into place. "Mmmmmm, not to mention that I can fuck myself while I fuck one of you."
"Which one of us are you going to fuck?" Suzanne asked.
"Why are you going to fuck either one of us?" Robin said. "I thought that's why you invited Mickey."
"Oh, he's going to fuck all of us," Hannah assured them, "but he is only one man, darlings, and he can't fuck all of us at the same time."
Mickey's truck roared up and Hannah turned to face the door. They heard the truck door slam, his boots thudding on the porch, then the door burst open and he rushed into the room, stark naked, skidded to a stop and stared at Hannah.
"Hey, you look pretty slick with a dick, lady!" He looked at Robin and Suzanne and whistled softly. "Take my hand, I'm a stranger in paradise."
"You must have undressed on the way up here, you silver-tongued devil," Hannah laughed. "Mickey, meet Suzanne and Robin."
Mickey put one hand on his stomach, one hand behind him and bowed. "Ladies, the pleasure is all mine."
"Not if we have anything to do with it," Robin quipped as she crossed the floor. She grabbed his cock and shook it instead of shaking his hand. "I'm Robin."
"I know," Mickey said. "Hannah told me you were lovely, but she didn't tell me you were so tall."
Robin frowned. "My size doesn't frighten you, does it?"
"Lady, I would climb the highest mountain for a few minutes with you," he said gallantly. He turned sideways and shuffled across the floor to Suzanne. "Hello, beautiful lady. Looks like Robin has claimed my cock. Would you like to shake my hand?"
"No," Suzanne said softly, and kissed him full on the mouth. "She's just pulling it up so we can use it."
"Speaking of which," Mickey said eagerly, "is there some ritual I have to perform to get started? I've never been with three girls at once."
"Lie down on the rug in front of the fireplace," Hannah said, "on your back. Robin will ride your cock and Suzanne will get on her hands and knees over your head. You can watch me fuck her, and they can hug and kiss and play with each other's tits."
"I want his cum in me," Robin said adamantly.
"Then you shall have it, darling," Hannah said. "We'll suck each other and him while he recovers, then he can fuck Suzanne. We'll see how it goes from there. That sound okay to you, Mickey?"
"Whatever you want to do is fine with me, lady. After you finish ravishing me, just hang me in a corner and throw me a piece of raw meat for breakfast."
"We've got all the raw meat you can eat," Robin quipped as she crawled over him and sat on his cock.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Suzanne heard the front door close and rushed into the living room and met Chad with a bear hug and big wet smooch.
"We killed them, babe," Chad exclaimed. "One game, I rolled a 299, and we blew them right out of the building. Next week, we're going to take the finals."
"Good for you, darling," she said. "Why don't I take you to dinner to celebrate?"
"I don't know, babe," he said, frowning, "it's been a long, exciting weekend, and I'm bushed."
"No," she said, shaking her head, "I'm not going to let you put me off this time. Everybody needs a hobby, and I'm happy for you that you win tournaments, but you must stop putting bowling ahead of me. In case you've forgotten, I'm your wife, and I demand equal time."
"Whoo, you're really up on your hind legs tonight." He thought he ought to sound put out, but couldn't quite manage it. She seldom put her foot down, but when she did, he melted like a piece of chocolate on a hot sidewalk. "Okay, if that's the way it's going to be, we'll go to dinner."
"Good," she said firmly. "I just got out of the tub, so all I have to do is put on some clothes. Is there a special way you want me to dress?"
"I don't know. Are we going some place imagine?"
"Where we're going doesn't matter. What I want to know is, should I wear something that shows a lot of skin?"
"Gee, I don't know. What do you want to wear?"
"Something that shows a lot of skin," she chuckled. "I want you to look at me all during dinner and think about what I'm going to do to you when we get home."
"I've never seen this side of you," he said, puzzled, yet pleased, by the abrupt change in her behavior. It was abrupt to him, anyway. He had no way of knowing that she was merely treating him the way she treated her other men.
Suddenly, she realized that she had inadvertently discovered the key to his character. She cocked her head slightly to one side and smiled coyly and said, "And?"
"I'll take a shower while you dress."
She dressed to entice, in a black garter belt and retro black hose with seams up the back, a black silk blouse that she left open nearly to her navel so her bare tits showed, a black silk pleated miniskirt and black fuck-me shoes. Just for good measure, she put on a heavy silver medallion that hung down between her tits and twinkled when she moved. She had never dressed so daring for him, but tonight had taken on a distinctive flavor, and it was justified.
Over dinner, Chad said, "That medallion looks nice."
"How about where it's hanging, does that look nice too?"
"Yeah, it looks better than nice."
"How about the way I'm dressed, it turns you on, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it sure does."
"I suppose you want to fuck me when we get home," she said, smiling coyly.
"Yeah, the thought had entered my mind."
"Well, you can't," she said, then chuckled softly, sexily. "I'm going to fuck you, any way I want, as often as I want, and you're going to do whatever I want, including getting it up as often as I want."
"Well, that's a big change. What brought this on?"
"You," she said. "If you won't give me what I want, when I want it, I'm going to take it, not only tonight, but from now on. You don't seem to know how to treat your wife, so I'm going to teach you."
"Hmmm," he said. "What do you do when I'm gone?"
"Hang out with Barbara and chase guys," she replied. "Hank doesn't know how to treat her, either."
"No, seriously, what do you do really?"
"Seriously, Hank doesn't know how to treat her. We hang out together, or I hang out with some of my other girlfriends."
"Do you have fun?"
"Yes, dear, I have lots of fun."
"Okay, I just wanted to be sure you don't get bored."
She squelched a chuckle. She got bored, all right, but not the way he meant. "How's your dinner?"
"Very good, we'll have to do this more often."
"Oh, we will," she said, "and not just having dinner out. I assume you'll be away this coming weekend."
"Yeah, the finals are in Salt Lake City. Hank and I are going to take an extra day off and drive. He doesn't like to fly."
"Hannah Erickson has a little cabin up in the mountains, near Breckenridge. I'll probably go up there for the weekend. If Barbara's interested, I'll take her with me."
"Sounds good," he said. "I hope you have fun."
"Oh, I'm sure we will, darling."
"Well, since you're in charge tonight, what are we going do now? Are we going to stop someplace for a nightcap?"
"Not unless you want me to attack you in a bar," she laughed. "If you need a drink, we have a full liquor cabinet at home."
"Sounds like I might need one later."
On the way home, she sat against the door, half-turned toward him as he drove, slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open, baring her big, firm tits. "Look at this," she said softly.
He glanced at her, and his cock immediately bulged in his pants. "Jesus, you're naked under that blouse!"
"I thought you could tell," she giggled. "My nipples certainly stuck out enough." She pinched one hard milk bud and gently pulled it, making it even harder.
"Yeah, I was sure you were, but to see the proof this way is something else!"
"You just get us home safely and I'll show you lots of other things."
She played with her nipples, nearly driving him to distraction as he tried to look at her and pay attention to the road at the same time. He pulled into the driveway and she jumped out and trotted into the house, bare tits jiggling, shapely ass wiggling. She went into the living room, and the moment he closed the door, flipped up her skirt and exposed her bare ass to him.
"Damn, no panties, either!"
She turned to face him and grinned. "Yeah, I thought that would excite you." She took off her blouse and unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor.
"God," he whispered, "sometimes I forget how gorgeous you are."
"Not my fault," she said. "I give you plenty of chances to see me naked." She inhaled slightly and stuck her big tits out at him. "Undress, I want to see how hard your cock is."
"Pretty damn hard," he laughed.
He quickly shed his clothes and his cock stood straight out from his groin, throbbing and bobbing, almost as if it could sense where it was headed and was eager to get there.
"Your cock looks like it's bowing to me," she giggled. She spread her legs so he could see her pussy lips peeking through her red pussy hair and ran her hand over her mound. "It must like what it sees."
"It sure does," he said.
She put her arms around his neck and mashed her tits into his chest. When she told him at dinner that she was going to fuck him, and he didn't object, her pussy started jangling like sleigh bells. Now, it felt as if a full orchestra had taken up residence in it, playing one sprightly tune after the other as loud as they could.
"Mmmmminrnmm," she sighed, her lips coming alive against his and his tongue entered her warm oral cavern to fence with hers.
He ran his fingers through her hair and pulled on it as her mouth worked hungrily against his. Her soft, moist lips quivered, working against his as if she wanted to devour him, and moans of desire bubbled out of her throat as their tongues entwined, rolling over and under each other, her sweet saliva flowing into his mouth.
She stepped back and breathed deeply as she caressed the upper slope of her tits, then cupped them in her palms, presenting the heavy, creamy globes to him, her nipples sticking out like the erasers on those oversized pencils made for kids.
A tiny warning signal flashed through his mind, but the all-consuming lust roaring through him overpowered it, and it didn't fully register. Her bawdy behavior, so un-like the way she usually acted, intimidated him more than a little, and he liked it. For various and sundry reasons that he didn't understand, had never tried to understand, he couldn't bring himself to tell her that strong-willed, aggressive women turned him on. If she had acted this way sooner, she could have had whatever she wanted from him. Well, he wouldn't have given up his bowling, but she wouldn't have gone without sex so much.
"Get on your knees," she said quietly.
He went to his knees and watched her as she walked slowly to him, one hand holding a tit and her other hand rubbing her pussy.
She smiled faintly and said, "Do you like my body?"
"Yes," he whispered, "it's exquisite."
"How about my pussy?"
"It's delectable," he whispered.
She kept her hand in her crotch and smiled as she tangled the fingers of her other hand in his hair and straddled his shoulders. "Then worship it," she said softly, peeling the bloated lips of her nether lips apart, opening the way for his tongue. "Show me how delectable you think it is."
She bent his head back and pressed her snatch down, and a titillating taste filled his mouth as the nest of red hair in her crotch covered his lips. She put one foot on the chair and impetuously pressed his mouth to her humid cunt, rocking her hips smoothly back and forth, smearing her liquefied quim all over his face, forcing him to tongue her from the top of her gash to her ass-hole.
"Mmmmmm, your tongue feels wonderful," she whispered. "You like for me to make you lick my cunt, don't you?"
He grunted in the affirmative, confirming that she had discovered what made him tick, which buttons to push to turn him on. He suspected that she had only one button to push, the one in the top of her slit, and she would push it herself if he wasn't around to push it for her.
She had a little secret of her own, one she wasn't going to tell him. Her clit was her magic button, and it ruled her. She pushed it often, but not nearly as often as she got somebody else to push it for her. Now that she had discovered his secret, she was going to take full advantage of it, but she wasn't going to keep her knees together or push her own button when there were so many people out there willing to push it for her.
She never had to look for guys or girls to fuck. They were simply there, and so available. The men fell all over themselves in their eagerness to accommodate her, to let her ride their cocks as long as she wished, in any way she wished, and the girls couldn't get their heads between her shapely thighs quickly enough.
"You like for me to lick your cock, too, don't you?" She didn't expect an answer. She didn't need one. She knew his knees got weak just thinking about sticking his cock in her gifted mouth. She stepped back and pulled him to his feet and pushed him into the chair, then got on her knees between his legs and pinched his nipples hard. "I'm going to lick your dick, just because you like it so much, but you can't cum until I give you permission. Do you understand?"
The notion of having to hold off his climax until she let him cum thrilled him. And he knew that she knew it. "Yes," he said huskily, "I understand."
She leaned forward and her tongue flicked out and traced paths of fire around his nipples and down his belly. She curled her tongue around the head of his cock. Then her mouth closed over his distended knob and she glanced up at him, her lips shining wetly and her eyes sparkling.
She knew what he was thinking, knew that he wanted her to play the mild master with him. Well, she had lots of experience at that game, and it was a one-way street. No man had even been able to control her, and none ever would. Reveling in the knowledge that she could do whatever she pleased with him, she set about loving his pulsating prick.
She let his strong prong slide into the depths of her hot mouth and his muscles tensed and waves of ecstasy washed over him. She pressed his prick firmly between her tongue and the roof of her mouth and bobbed her head slowly up and down, absorbing more and more of his lance until the head was against the back of her throat and the hair around his shaft tickled the tip of her nose.
Reaching between his thighs with both hands, she cupped his balls and massaged the heavy orbs, sending new shock waves of enchantment through him, then lifted her head from his towering tool and traced the tip of her tongue along the inside his thighs.
She played with his nuts and wrapped her other hand around his shaft and stroked him gently and teased the tip of his dick with her tongue. Abruptly, she gobbled his cock again, shoving it deep into her throat with an intense, nerve-tingling plunge, felt it throb hard, and quickly pulled away.
"You're losing control," she said throatily. "Come with me."
She walked away slowly, deliberately exaggerating the swing of her ass, went to the bedroom and lay in the middle of the bed, legs spread, one knee flexed, and idly fingered her slit.
He stood by the bed a few moments, ogling her lush, naked body. "You're so sexy, so beautiful," he said, his voice husky with lust. "I don't know what's come over you."
"But you like it," she chuckled. "All you need to know is that you're going to fuck me, as often as I want it."
She reached out and grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed and fused her body to his. She put one arm around his neck and slid her other hand down his back and pressed her fingers into the base of his spine, then crooked her fingers and scratched his backbone from the crack of his ass to his shoulders, using just slightly less than painful pressure as she pressed her lips wetly against his and stabbed her tongue into his mouth with abandon, leaving no doubt that she was in charge.
He grunted and shivered and fondled her shapely ass. He knew her body well, yet somehow it felt different every time he touched it. He ran his finger down the deep groove, tickled her ass-hole, then extended his finger so he could feel the heat from her twat.
She broke the kiss and looked at him with humid eyes and murmured, "Mmmmmm, that feels good."
She hunched at him, and her plump pussy mound acted as a strong stimulant to his throbbing dick as she twisted against it, her pussy getting wetter and more excited. He slipped his fingers into the deep, hot divide between her firm cheeks, and she grabbed his prick and yanked it vigorously.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
"Put your finger against my ass-hole," Suzanne said softly.
Chad prodded the orifice, and she shivered with delight.
"Press harder," she whispered, "put your finger up my ass."
He wormed his finger into the puckered passage, and she murmured with pleasure and raised her leg and flexed her knee so he could reach her snatch.
"Stick your thumb in my cunt," she whispered, "and finger-fuck both holes at the same time." She gasped, then moaned softly as he stroked his finger into her ass-hole and his thumb into her dripping, fiery honey pot. "Rub your fingers together."
He had never thought of doing both of her holes at the same time, let alone rubbing his fingers together against the membrane separating them. As he massaged both sides of the floor of her cunt, he wondered where she came up with her wild ideas. Was her imagination simply that inventive?
"Take your fingers out," she whispered. "Play with me, get me so excited I can't stand it, then I'll really pop." Holding onto his prick, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide.
He propped up on one elbow and ran his hand down her body, across her belly and played in her hot, wet crack a few moments, then moved his fingers up to her slippery, palpitating love button and teased it with light touches.
She tightened her fingers on his twitching cock and squeezed hard as the outstanding sensations she always felt when someone played with her pussy flooded her senses, made her weak and dizzy with passion. She wanted to clamp her legs together, to lock his hand in place, not let it get away until she climaxed. She could hear her own hoarse breathing coming in harsh, rasping gasps as she reached up with her free hand, grabbed a handful of hair and yanked his face down to her tits, nearly smothering him with the big mounds.
"Suck my tits," she panted.
She really had him going, and he loved it. He chuckled softly and teased her tit tips with his tongue and frigged her fiery clit a little faster. She jerked and humped and twisted, and he knew he was driving her frantic. Which was just what he wanted. He was going to prolong the foreplay, push her to a point of near-explosion before consummating their carnal coupling, just to show her that he could play her game.
He sucked her nipples into an extraordinary state of pulsating hardness, then released her tit abruptly, and watched it jiggle slightly.
"Suck my cunt," she panted.
She clung to his cock and jerked it harshly as he got on his knees and turned around. The pink portal of her hot box gaped at him, two fleshy folds of succulent meat, the inner depths inviting his tongue. She arched her cunt at his mouth and yanked his cock to pull him over her.
"Fuck my mouth while you eat me, baby," she whispered. "It's okay if you cum, I want you to shoot your load of hot cream down my throat."
"You won't hear me saying no," he muttered.
He climbed over her in reverse, stuck his head between her thighs, split the swollen lips of her pussy with his tongue and began to dine on her luscious fur pie.
She pulled his prick back, brushed the knob across her lips, then held his shaft and balls with both hands and took it into her mouth and sucked impetuously.
He put his hands under her foxy ass and cuddled her firm, shapely cheeks. He stuck both thumbs into her crotch, one on each side of her cunt, and caressed the lips as he tongue-fucked her slick honey pot and lapped up the savory sex sauce that flowed into his mouth as he plunged his tongue into her slick love tunnel.
Her buttocks contracted beneath his finger, her muscles tightening and relaxing in sexual rhythm as he fucked her twat with his tongue and she clamped her lips tightly around his sex spear and fucked him with her vivacious mouth.
Until she got her mouth on his cock, he always seemed to forget her extraordinary cock-sucking skills. He had never known a girl who could do it better. Somehow, she made her lips so soft and full, and gave him such intense pleasure. She curled her tongue around the head of his cock, then abruptly gulped and sucked harder and swallowed him whole, right down to the root.
He felt his cum building to a bursting point as she held her plush lips tight and worked her mouth on his cock in a frenzy, and he had no choice but to give in to her and dump his load down her gullet. With a moan of passion, he buried his face in his sultry wife's succulent flesh and sent a thick stream of boiling fuck juice into her mouth.
Her cheeks ballooned, her body shook and she gasped and gurgled as the jets of rich cream filled her mouth. She sucked noisily, eating his big load of cum and loving it, and then her turn came. She wrapped her legs around his head and held him tightly and writhed and bucked under him as her cunt boiled over and pumped her love juice into his mouth.
They drained each other, then rolled apart. She got on her knees and kissed him and fucked his mouth with her slick tongue, then gripped his limp cock and started pulling it impatiently.
"Damn," he muttered, "aren't you going to give me a few minutes to rest?"
"Concentrate," she snapped. "Think of your favorite sexual fantasy, or whatever, anything to get the blood flowing to your cock again."
"Jesus, you're going to kill me."
"If I do, you'll die happy," she said.
She straddled his leg and pressed her slit against his knee and wiggled her hips in a lazy up-and-down motion as she jerked his dick. She liked to jack a guy off and watch him squirt, but not now, not until after she got his cock rock-hard and rode it to paradise.
"That's right, baby," she cooed, her voice husky with lust, "get real hard for me. A limp dick is the most useless thing in the world."
"I can still pee through it," he grunted.
She chuckled softly. "If you want, you can try to pee when you're inside me. I don't care what you do, as long as this thing gets hard every time I want it."
"God, I don't think I know you," he muttered.
"You know that I'm the best piece of ass you've ever had." She straddled his hips and stuck the head of his cock in the mouth of her sopping love channel. "And you'd better know that you've got to fuck me whenever I want it." Her wet slit bore down hard, and his cockhead forced her cunt lips apart and gored her, and her greedy gash ate his prick in one gulp as she sat down heavily. "Oooooo, heaven is a hard cock stuck up my cunt."
She fell on top of him and mashed her tits into his chest and squirmed lasciviously, and he hugged her and ran his hands up and down her bare back as she kissed him impetuously.
She felt him trying to turn them over and sat up and stabbed him with a piercing gaze. "Don't you dare try to take control," she hissed, "this is still my show!"
She put both hands on his chest to steady herself and dropped her head to stare between her legs at the rousing sight of his stalwart prong slipping in and out of her hot twat as she rode him leisurely. She loved to watch a cock penetrating her.
She lifted her head and looked at him and said, "I want you to put mirrors all over the place in here so I can watch myself fuck." She rode him faster, flexing her cunt as she bounced up and down. "Hump your ass, baby, fuck with me! Give me everything you've got and make me cum so fucking hard, I lose my mind!"
He put both hands in her crotch and his fingers danced over her thick, slick slit, caressing the tightly stretched lips, fondling her plump mound, inflaming her further, goading her toward her climax as he thrust into her.
Her foxy ass rose and fell faster, bouncing off his thighs as she wiggled and twisted and slid her cunt up and down his thrusting tool. She dropped her head again and stared at the lascivious sight of his fingers playing with her cunt lips and his cock fucking her, looking bigger and wetter every time she rode to the tip.
Her head snapped up and her face twisted in the sweet agony of sexual abandonment, her mouth hanging open and spittle running down her chin. Suddenly, she sat upright and swayed back, bending his dick at an uncomfortable angle, and bounced her buttocks on his thighs, rocking her hips while twisting her ass around and around.
He reached up, grabbed her heaving tits and pulled her erect to relieve the strain on his cock and repeatedly lunged his ass off the bed, fucking her vibrating cunt as hard as he could. He squeezed her hot, fleshy tit mounds and tweaked her nipples and pulled her tits up and down and around and around, making them burn with the fires of passion.
She thrust her hands between her legs, felt her cunt lips and his prick each time it emerged from her deep, pink pussy, then jammed her cunt down to his groin, holding his prick to the hilt inside her frantically pulsing channel and twisting and rocking her ass in tight circles. Her face flushed with the frenzy of her excitement and her body jerked and bounced so hard, he thought she was going to jump right off his cock.
"Oh, fuck, baby," she wailed, "I'm cumming so fucking hard! Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard!"
He felt a hot stickiness flood his trapped knob as she washed it with a lavish outpouring of her love juice. He had never known a woman to gush so much when she came. He slammed his cock into her and emptied another load, his last for a while, he knew.
She rode his cock until it shriveled and slipped from her cunt, then spun around on top of him and sucked his flaccid tool into her mouth and cleaned every sticky drop of his jism and her own pussy juice from it with tender loving care.
Unable to do more than simply enjoy the feel of her hungry mouth on his limp prick, he lay back and let her suck to her heart's content.
She turned around, kissed him, then stretched out on her back with a deep sigh.
"Now, will that hold you for a while?"
"Oh, maybe an hour or so," she replied with a sexy chuckle, reaching over and grasping his cock. "I expect you to get me again later."
"Maybe you're expecting too much out of me."
"No, I'm not," she said firmly. "From now on, I expect you to fuck me every night, and you're going to do it. If you tell yourself you can't do something, you've already failed."
"Don't forget that I usually stop on the way home from work and have a couple of beers with the guys, and I bowl every Wednesday night."
"How could I ever forget," she said. "You can have a couple beers, and fuck me when you get home. I'll make an exception on Wednesday. You go bowling and stay out as late as you want, and I'll hang out with the girls."
"How about my tournaments?"
"Baby, I'm not trying to change your whole life, just what you do when you're home. You go to your tourneys and enjoy yourself, and I'll find something to do." She shook his cock and clucked her tongue, squinched her eyes, then opened them wide. "There, I just set my internal alarm. I'll wake you in a couple of hours."
"I'd better sleep fast," he muttered.
She kissed him, wrapped her arms and legs around him, put her head on his shoulder, and went to sleep.
He lay awake a few minutes, thinking. He always suspected that she was wild at heart, and now he knew for sure. Not that he was complaining. He always thought he wasn't getting laid often enough, and now that she had found the key to turning him on, that was one problem he wouldn't have to worry about. Staying healthy and keeping up with her might be a different matter, however.
