Susan let Ryan show her into his living room and looked around nervously. "I shouldn't be here with you," she said. "I shouldn't be going out on a date with any man. I'm a married woman, and it isn't right."
"Marsha said you're separated from your husband," Ryan replied.
"Only by distance. It isn't legal. David and I had a little disagreement and I came home for a while. My mother often sees things the way she wants them to be, not the way they are."
"Well, it wasn't really a date. Marsha thought you needed to get out of the house and I was happy to take you to dinner. It isn't as if I asked you out and sent you flowers. Would you like a drink?"
"Black Jack on the rocks, if you have it. If not, a bourbon or blend will do. Just as long as it isn't Scotch. Do you always send flowers when you ask a girl on a date?"
"Usually." Ryan poured the drinks and turned back to face Susan. "If I think enough of her to ask
GETTING OFF IN PUBLIC!
"Susan, you can't jerk me off here," David gasped.
"Sure I can," Susan said, and signaled her startled husband to be quiet as the waiter approached.
The young woman squeezed and stroked the cock in her hand until she felt it swell and throb. Then, when David ejaculated, she held her hand over the knob and caught the cum.
"Dessert?" the waiter asked.
Susan pulled her hand from under the table and licked her palm. "No thank you, already have some," she replied. her on a date, I should show her how I feel, shouldn't I?"
"Only one man ever sent me flowers," Susan said. "I didn't go out with him." She shook her head when Ryan indicated she should sit and stood in front of him as he sat in his favorite chair. "I thought he was a total nerd. And he was, but a nice one. I wonder what I would do today if he sent me flowers and asked me out."
"Feeling pensive?" he asked.
Susan sighed. "I suppose so. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately."
"I have broad shoulders and I listen very well. Want to talk about it?"
"Not really. How long have you known my mother?"
Ryan thought for a moment. "Oh, about three years now, I guess. I met her at the annual neighborhood block party about a week after I moved here."
"You must be good friends if she asked you to take her boring daughter to dinner."
"You're hardly boring," he replied honestly. "I might even have suggested it, as a matter-of-fact. And you could say we're good friends. I escort her to social functions, take her to dinner and dancing now and then, that sort of thing."
"There's nothing serious between you then?" Susan asked.
"Just good friends," he replied.
"Have you slept with her?"
"No," he lied quickly, smoothly, taking refuge in a technicality. He had fucked Marsha several times, but they had never actually slept together. "I'm ten years younger than she, you know." He didn't know what age had to do with the price of tea, but he said it anyway.
"Which makes you ten older than me. Did you bring me here to sleep with me?"
"The thought crossed my mind," he said. "You're a beautiful and sensuous woman. I think any man with a pair of balls would want to fuck you." He deliberately coarsened the tenor of the conversation to see how she would react.
Susan accepted the shift without blinking an eye. "I thought you had ulterior motives for bringing me here." She went to the bar and poured herself another drink. She turned back to face him and said, "What makes a man want to fuck a woman?"
Ryan chuckled. "Answering that question is about as easy as explaining the purpose of life. Everyone has a different answer. Some men get turned on by a woman's tits, some by her legs, some by her ass."
"And what turns you on? Tits? Legs? Ass? What about me makes you want to fuck me?"
"Everything," he replied.
"Because I have big tits?" she persisted. "Or long legs? Is my ass especially appealing?"
"All of that, and none of that."
"That doesn't make sense," she said. "There must be something distinctive about me that appeals to you."
"There is. Everything about you. Your personality, your characteristic aura, your sensuality. I look at you and see a beautiful woman made up of very interesting parts. But basically, I see an interesting person."
"You're still talking in circles. I think you want to fuck every woman you see. Isn't that the way men look at women, as a piece of ass? Fuck 'em until you get tired of them, then cast them aside and find another one to fuck? After all, there are plenty of women around."
"This conversation is getting pretty heavy," Ryan said. "I feel as if you're bashing me for something I haven't done. If I have offended you in some way, please tell me and let's talk specifics. I can't defend generalities, or the actions of other men. I accept full responsibility for my own actions, but I refuse to be my brother's keeper."
"Yes, you're right. I'm sorry." She surprised him by sitting on his lap and kissing him lightly on the lips. "I shouldn't take out my frustrations on you." She drank the rest of her whiskey and set the glass aside. "Be honest now, don't you want to fuck every woman you see?"
"No," he said simply.
"Why? Because some of them have little tits, or short legs, and flat asses?"
"Are we back to the bashing?" he asked. "No. I just want to know what kind of woman you like to fuck."
"All kinds. How a woman approaches sex, not the size of her tits, or the length of her legs, or the shape of her ass makes any difference. Women who look sexy often don't fuck as well as women who act sexy. The state of mind counts more than the physical state. Although, I must admit that I generally prefer voluptuous women over svelte women."
"You said I look sexy. Do you think I act sexy?"
"I said you are sensuous. In my mind, there's a big difference. Sexy women are sometimes blatant. Sensuous women seldom are. Sensuous women turn me on immediately. I have to be around a sexy woman for a while before I know if I want to fuck her."
"I think there was a compliment in there somewhere."
She touched her lips to his very lightly, then surprised him by abruptly kissing him hard and thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Her lips came alive and her kiss became more passionate when he cupped one of her firm tits and squeezed it.
His hand left her tit and slid under her skirt. She moaned into his mouth and let her legs fall open ever so slightly. He moved his hand up and cupped her prominent cunt mound. She broke the kiss and caressed his cheek tenderly.
"You shouldn't be touching my pussy," she whispered.
"I'm not," he replied, playing along with her game. He hadn't yet figured out exactly what game she was playing, but he was sure it would lead to something very interesting. "I'm touching your panties."
"Yes, but I'm wearing them, so my pussy is right underneath. When you touch my panties, you can't help touching my pussy."
"Really?" he said, feigning innocence.
"Of course, silly," she giggled. She flipped her skirt up, pushed his hand away and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing her pussy. "See? There's my pussy, right there under my panties."
"It isn't under your panties now," he said.
"Well, technically it is. If I took my panties off, then my pussy wouldn't be under them any more." She sighed and giggled again. "I'm a little drunk, Ryan." She kissed his lips quickly. "And very hot. Do you like hot women, Ryan?"
"My favorite kind." He ran the tip of his finger lightly along her slit. "Beautiful pussy," he said softly.
"How can you tell? You haven't seen it yet."
"I can see enough of it to tell." He applied a little more pressure when he ran his finger up and down her slit again.
She shivered and licked her lips. "Take my panties off. Get the damn things out of the way!" She lifted her ass and he stripped her panties down her legs. She settled back down and spread her legs wide. "Now, feel inside, see how hot I am. But be careful, it might melt your finger."
Ryan had no idea why Susan had literally thrown herself into his arms and invited him to fuck her, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Or, in this case, a beautiful, passionate woman. He would most certainly look her square in the pussy, however!
He suspected all was not well between her and her husband. Well, that wasn't his problem. He had offered her the opportunity to talk about her troubles, and she had declined. She obviously wanted his cock, and the only thing to do now was give her what she wanted.
"I'll take the chance," he said. He stuck his middle finger in her cunt and whistled softly. "Damn, you are hot. And so wet and tight."
"Haven't had anything in it in weeks but fingers, and they were my own," she said. She squirmed on his lap and sighed. "I feel your cock poking me in the ass. May I suck it before you fuck me?" She giggled. "And maybe after you fuck me, too."
"Lady, you can do whatever you want!" he assured her. "Do you like to suck a cock right after it comes out of your pussy?"
"Never had the pleasure, but I'm willing to." She nearly tore the buttons off her blouse in her haste to get it off. "I'll do just about anything you want as long as you give me a good fucking." She unsnapped her bra, threw it across the room, then grabbed both of her nipples and pulled on them. "Finger-fuck me a little. Your finger feels so good."
Sometimes, Venus, the goddess of love, steps right up and gives you a kiss that makes your cock so hard it stretches your skin tight and you can't close your eyes. Ryan expected to take his friend's daughter to dinner, give her a drink and some casual conversation afterward, and then take her home. Instead, she was sitting in his lap, half-naked, with her legs wide-open, begging him to finger-fuck her! He had no idea what he had done to please Venus, but hoped he would repeat it at least once more in his life.
"My cock will feel even better," he said.
"I know," she sighed. "And so will your tongue. Don't make me cum yet. I want to get off on your cock the first time."
"Do you cum a lot?"
"like a fucking machine when I get started!" she said, laughing happily. "And the machine hasn't been turned on in weeks, so you're in for a real treat if you like a woman who can't stop cumming."
He curled the tip of his finger and began to slide it in and out of her tight love channel.
"Ooohhh!" she muttered. "You know how to do it right." She wrapped her arm around his neck and nearly smothered him with firm tit flesh. She released him, slid off his lap, and began to tear at his pants. "I want your cock!" she said breathlessly.
CHAPTER TWO
Susan nearly broke his zipper in her haste to get it open. She stuck one hand into his pants, dug out his partially erect, circumcised cock and stared at it hungrily. The absence of a foreskin made the big head of his organ appear much larger.
"Wait a minute, baby," Ryan husked. "Let me get undressed. I want to be naked with you."
He stood and began to tear off his clothes. She waited impatiently while he pushed his pants and shorts down and removed his shoes and socks. She wrapped her fist around his semi-flaccid prick and fondled it while he removed the rest of his clothes. Then she shoved him back in the chair and crawled back up between his knees.
"Your cock is so long and thick," she said softly. "I've never had one so big." She snickered. "Not that I've had a lot of cocks. Only three, in fact, but they were all smaller than yours. Even David's."
"The size doesn't scare you, does it?" he asked.
"God, no!" she replied. "It excites me. I might not be able to swallow much of it, but I'm sure as hell going to try!"
She held his shaft upright and brushed her lips over the naked head. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, lowered her head, and took the extra large knob between her lips. She held her teeth lightly against the pulsing flesh as she began to bob her head slowly.
He gasped. Overwhelming waves of pleasure suddenly shot through him. His prick swelled, became larger than normal. The unexpected opportunity to fuck this lovely, genuinely desirable woman, along with her uninhibited, rambunctious behavior, aroused him more than he had been aroused in ages. Uncustomarily, he felt ready to cum right then and there. By dint of sheer will power, he beat down the urge so he could watch her gobble his cock.
"God, lady, you have a fabulous mouth," he grunted hoarsely. "Better not do that very long, or you'll succeed." He verbally hyphenated the word, made it sound like suck seed.
Susan slowly slid her mouth back to the tip of his cock, let it slide all the way out of her mouth and licked the fat bulb.
"I want to suck seed," she said sincerely, mimicking his play on words. "I love to suck cock, adore the way a man's hard meat feels in my mouth. I haven't had one in my mouth in quite a while." She looked up at him and smiled wistfully. "You don't mind if I suck you off, do you?"
"I'm not nearly as feeble-minded as I look or as crazy as I act," he said with a chuckle.
Susan didn't consider herself a gifted cock-sucker, but she knew how to give a man more than passable pleasure with her mouth. As she said, she hadn't sucked a cock in a long time. David had never been too keen on getting blown, and lately he hadn't even fucked her very often, let alone let her suck his cock. She stuck Ryan's prick back in her mouth and gobbled it right up. In its half-flaccid state, she was able to get a good bit of his prong in her mouth. About half of it, in fact, much more than she thought she could.
She ate his throbbing flesh voraciously, sucking, licking and gently biting the full length of his thick shaft, truly making love to his cock. She held onto the shaft with one hand and used her other hand to play with his balls and tickle the sensitive area between the base of his rod and his asshole. She alternately sucked on the knob and curled her tongue around the wide expanse of hot meat, gradually, carefully, swallowing more and more of his thickening shaft.
His mouth felt wonderful on his cock. From the way she went after him, he could tell she did unquestionably love to suck cock. And he loved to stick his cock in a woman's mouth. Other than Marsha, Susan was one of the few women who even tried to suck him. Marsha was a better cocksucker, but probably only because she had more experience. Given time, and the opportunity to perfect her skills, Susan would rival her mother in the art.
Thinking of Marsha and her passionate temperament titillated him even more. From her activities at the neighborhood watch meetings, he knew she was bisexual. What would it be like to have Susan and Marsha together, to have a mother and daughter vying to please him? He suspected Marsha would find the unique situation highly provocative and intriguing. Would Susan agree to such an arrangement? Maybe, with Marsha's able assistance, he could arrange just such a kinky encounter.
Those thoughts, and Susan's greedy mouth, combined to make his prick swell and stiffen rapidly. Her head bobbed up and down faster and faster as she slid her gluttonous mouth impetuously up and down on his prick.
As it stiffened and expanded, she backed off and kept little more than the head in her mouth so she would not choke on it. He put his hands on her shoulders and thrust his hips up forcefully, urging her to eat the whole damn thing.
"You're going to get it, baby," he muttered.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned back at him, digging her fingers into his thighs, sliding her mouth faster up and down his shaft.
Cum began to squirt out of his cock and gush down her throat. As she sucked and swallowed, her cheeks alternately ballooned and hollowed. She applied more enthusiastic suction and continued to slide her mouth rapidly up and down his prick. He arched his crotch higher, straining toward her mouth in total capitulation to her oral workmanship.
Susan sucked and gulped and swallowed, zealously accepting the appetizing offering from his urgently throbbing tool. Impulsively, she jammed her mouth down and took nearly half of his rod, tried to continue forward until her lips were around the base of his shaft. She held his shaft tightly with her plush lips as it pulsated and pumped and issued the last drop of delicious nectar.
She rubbed the underside with her tongue, then let his cock slide out of her mouth. She held it with one hand and licked every tiny part of it.. .stabbed at the small opening in the end with her tongue.. .licked all around the bare knob. She looked up at him quizzically.
"Why didn't it get soft?" she asked. "Didn't I suck you well enough? You gave me such a big load, I thought sure you liked the way I sucked you."
"I did like the way you sucked me," he assured her.
"Then why didn't your cock get soft?"
"Which is more useful to a woman, a soft cock or a hard one?"
"Well, obviously a hard one," she replied. "But I don't understand why yours is still hard."
"That's just the way I'm built." He stood, pulled her up, and gave her a tongue-searching, passionate kiss. "I want to fuck you, and trying to do it with a limp cock would be silly."
"Well, why didn't you say so in the first place?" she said with a girlish giggle.
She raised herself up on her toes. Put one leg around his waist. Rubbed the head of his cock through her wet slit. Tried to stuff it in her cunt.
He turned them around and pushed her against the wall. She hopped on one foot, her leg still around his body, still struggling to get his cock into her cunt even as they moved.
"Put your arms around my neck and hold on, " he said.
He pressed her back against the wall, put one arm under the leg she was standing on and lifted it up. She crossed her legs behind his back and locked them firmly around his waist. He reached down under her ass and fumbled the head of his prick into the mouth of her cunt.
The contact between the knob of his pecker and the hot lips of her cunt jolted her. She hunched her ass toward him. He thrust his hips forward. His cock easily penetrated her slick, fiery depths.
"Oh, goddamn! Yessssss!" she hissed.
She melted against him, trying to fuse her body with his. She kissed his mouth passionately and tried to thrust her tongue all the way down his throat as she began to squirm her ass gently.
He held her against the wall for a few moments, not moving. Her tight sheath pulsating vigorously around his prick and the gentle movements of her ass stimulated him nearly beyond endurance.
"I can't fuck you this way," he muttered.
"Oh, God, baby, don't leave me!" she cried, nearly frantic with fear that he meant to pull out and leave her hanging. "You've got to fuck me!"
"I will, darling, I will," he said soothingly. "But not this way. Hold on." He wrapped his arms around her body.
She never felt anything so wonderful as his huge cock stuffed up her cunt. She didn't care how he fucked her, just as long as he did. She clung to him like a bur on wool pants, her arms around his neck, her legs locked around his waist. As he carried her into the dining room, she nibbled on his ear lobe. Stuck her tongue in his ear. Bit him tenderly on the shoulder. He set her ass down on the edge of the dining table and kissed her.
"What a lovely way to ride," she murmured. She looked at him with moist, passionate eyes. "What a wonderful lover you are."
"Now I can fuck you properly," he said. "Lie back and enjoy."
"I'll stand on my head if you want me to!" she exclaimed happily. "Your cock feels divine. I love the way it fills my pussy so full. I've never had anything so big in me."
Susan lay back and loosened her leg-lock, but kept her shapely gams around his waist. Ryan began to fuck her, moving slowly, drawing back until only the head of his prick was still in her cunt, then easing its full length back in her.
She put her hands on his tits. Pinched and pulled her nipples. Gently humped her ass up and down. The acute pleasure of his prick in her pussy, stuffing it fuller, stretching it wider than it had ever been stretched, made her mind reel.
Ryan held onto her lush hips and slowly skewered her delightful cunt with his stiff rod. After cumming so thoroughly in her mouth, he felt no urgency to get off. This was her show, for her pleasure, until she had several orgasms. He looked down at her crotch. The riot of hair surrounding her pussy looked like a reddish-brown wreath around his dick.
"God, your cock feels so fucking good, darling," Susan whispered ebulliently. "I think I can cum right now."
"Then why wait?" he replied. "Cum as many times as you want. I can hold out for a long time."
"Oh, goodie! Then you did like the way I sucked you off."
"I loved it."
He continued to pump his prick in her pussy, slowly and steadily. He put one hand on her cunt mound. His thumb slipped into the top of her hairy gash and landed on the fleshy spike of her swollen clit.
Susan jerked and moaned, "Oh, yes, darling! Oh, God, yes! Rub my clit while you fuck me! I'm there, darling! Going to cum now!"
The muscles in her tight channel clenched and unclenched spasmodically around the tube of hard flesh probing her pussy. She could have sworn she could feel every vein in his cock. She closed her eyes and moved her ass in unison to his steady strokes.
Suddenly, her body began to spasm. She screamed. Her pussy clutched his prick and actually sucked at it, as if trying to milk it. Her ass went up and down and around and around. Her pleasure increased by leaps and bounds. She pinched and twisted her nipples harder. Her cunt liquid soaked his cock, trickled out of her creaming slit and oozed down the crack of her ass.
Ryan continued to fuck her methodically, holding to the same slow rhythm that had brought her to such heavenly heights. The copious lubrication of her cunt enabled him to slide in and out of her tight sheath easily. His thumb continued to wiggle in languorous little circles on her clit, adding to her fervent stimulation.
Her orgasm subsided and her body lost its tenseness, but her pussy was still excited and hungry, demanding more. She luxuriated in having her strong lust teased into life again by his sturdy, rock-hard prick.
CHAPTER THREE
"Time for another ride," Ryan said. "Oh, goody!" Susan giggled. "I love to ride on your cock."
He picked her up off the table. She put her arms around his neck and tightened her legs around his body. Her weight caused her to drop slightly. The head of his stiff prick tapped at the mouth of her womb and she shuddered.
"God!" she breathed heavily. "What a fantastic feeling! Oh, darling, you are a fabulous lover! Fuck me some more, darling. Fuck me until I go crazy!"
"I think you're already crazy with lust," he said with a chuckle.
"I am!" she agreed. "And I love it!" She wiggled her ass, riding his rampant rod as he carried her back into the living room. "Oh, God, baby, I wish your house was bigger! I love to ride your big cock!"
He sank to his knees and put her on the floor in front of him. His large love lance still penetrated her, but not all the way. She continued to wiggle and hump and fuck herself on his prick as his hands wandered over her voluptuous body. He caressed her feverish tits, her taut tummy, the inside of shapely thighs, traced the outline of her widely stretched cunt lips around his prick.
"Give me all of your wonderful cock, darling," she implored. She had never felt so free, so wanton as she did with this man, a man she had met only a few hours earlier, but felt she had known him all her life. "All the way to your balls, baby! Stuff my cunt full and fuck me cross-eyed!"
Her ass lifted a few inches off the floor as he put her legs over his shoulders. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the heavenly sensation of his thick prick spreading the tender petals of her twat. He eased his prick into her, burying it to the hilt, then remained motionless.
"Ummmmmm," she moaned softly, erotic ecstasies flooding through her like a stormy tide. She put a hand behind his head and pulled his mouth down to her tits. As he leaned over, he pushed her legs further back, tipping her cunt up more, and his cock went deeper. She gasped. "Suck my nipples, lover."
He began to tease her tumescent tit buds with his lips and tongue, going from one to the other. Her ass continued to hump and squirm steadily, but only for a few moments. Then she started cumming again. And he wasn't even fucking her!
He had his cock buried to the hilt in her, but he wasn't moving. His hefty prick filling her pussy and his mouth on her tits provided more than enough stimulation to make her sex gun fire. She moaned and groaned and threw her ass in all directions at the same time. Her orgasm wasn't deep and hard, but it sure felt good!
Then he started to fuck her again and her emotions soared even higher. She cherished the deliberate, steady penetrations of her cunt, the way his massive glans plugged her tight channel. The blood-gorged lips of her cunt rolled in and out as he repeatedly stuffed her hot box.
Turbulent, extraordinary fluttering of joy rippled through her body as he continued to give her all of his cock, shoving it to her firmly and easily. She reveled in the glorious sensations of his oversized prick in the snug confines of her pussy, wished she could fuck him and watch his cock slide in and out of her cunt at the same time.
She gasped suddenly as the monstrous head of his prod banged into the mouth of her womb. The electrifying contact with such a deep intimate part of her body, a part never before touched by a prick, started her cumming again.
Ryan licked both of her nipples as he continued to fuck his cock in and out of her spastic cunt with long, slow strokes. He kept her cunt tilted up, giving him an angle of penetration un-like any she had ever felt.
She wailed and screamed. Her upturned body bucked and writhed and twisted. The large, bulbous head of his cock passed back and forth over her G spot. His shaft rubbed against her supersensitive clit. She thought the glorious sensations would surely drive her mad.
She couldn't stop cumming. Instead of decreasing, her orgasm intensified. Her voice became hoarse. Then she stopped screaming. Her orgasm had built to such an incredible level that she couldn't do more than grunt and moan. Her brain registered only her phenomenal climax. Her heart pumped so hard it felt as if it would burst.
And still he continued to fuck her with the same slow, steady rhythm. His tongue went from one nipple to the other, avidly licking the buds that had become as sensitive as her clit. She bounced and twisted and pushed against his arms with her legs, unconsciously trying desperately to relieve the strain on her body. She wavered on the edge of consciousness.
"Oh, Ryan, please, darling" she rasped. "Please, darling.. .oh, my God, I can't stop cumming!"
She seemed in such critical need of a good fucking, he didn't understand why she would want to stop cumming. He did the obvious thing. He continued to pump his prick in and out of her quaking cunt with long, slow strokes.
Suddenly, he began to fuck her faster, much faster, slamming into her cunt with enough force to scoot her across the carpet on her back, and his prick exploded. She fucked back at him as well as she could with her legs held in the air, then surrendered to yet another climax.
Her body went slack. But it didn't stop moving. Her ass continued to hump slowly up and down. Her torso trembled and twitched and jerked like she was having a seizure. Her eyes glazed over. At last, he stopped fucking her, but kept his rock-hard prick buried in her to the hilt.
After a few moments, Susan took a deep breath and shuddered. An exuberant, dreamy smile spread over her face. "My God, darling, your cock is still so hard," she said softly. As softly as she could anyway. Her voice was hoarse from screaming.
"Uh huh." He jiggled his hips and made his cock pulse inside her. "Want to fuck some more?"
"Oh, God, no!" she said quickly, grabbing his hips with both hands to hold him still. "Let me live a little while longer."
"Good. My arms and legs are tired." He rolled onto his back.
Her legs fell to the floor with a dull thud. "My pussy suddenly feels so empty." She pretended to pout. "I know it sounds terrible, me being a married woman and all, but I wish you could keep your beautiful cock in me forever. Or another hour or two, at least."
"Can you imagine the problems we'd encounter if we stayed joined that way?"
"I don't want to think of anything serious right now. I just want to play sex games."
"Well, lady, just for your information, I'm about played out."
"No you aren't. Look at your gorgeous hard cock standing up so proudly." She wrapped her fist around his pecker. "Just how big is this thing anyway?"
"Oh, a little shy of ten inches. And about two inches around."
Susan stared at his prick as her hand went up and down the shaft, a bit awed by the size of it. "Really? And I took all of it?"
"Every bit of it," he confirmed. "That isn't so big, though. Plenty of vibrators on the market are larger."
"Well, maybe so, but I don't have one of them. Don't have any vibrators, in fact."
"You should." He lifted his head and looked at her hand on his prick. "What you're doing feels good, but you're wasting your time if you're trying to make me cum."
"We'll see. It's still hard, isn't it? I had a vibrator once. A small one, about six inches long. David made me throw it away. Said I should be content with his cock. He thinks they're competition. Don't you?"
"No. A vibrator becomes competition only if a woman favors it over the real thing. I like to watch a woman use a vibrator on herself. Or two women use vibrators on each other. Among other things."
Her mind fuzzy with erotic euphoria, she didn't catch the significance of his comment. She put her head on his thigh. Pressed his prick against her cheek.
"Lick it," he said quietly. "See what it tastes like fresh from your cunt."
She looked up at him and grinned. "Oh, yeah, you asked me earlier if I had ever done that, didn't you? Does it turn you on when a woman you've just fucked licks your cock?"
"Yes."
She licked and kissed the entire length of his thick shaft, cleaning away the residue of the fruits of their passion.
"How does it taste?" he asked.
She frowned. "Different is the only way I can describe it."
"Do you like it?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe I should suck it some more."
She got up on all fours and took the big knob into her mouth. For the next several minutes, she tried different ways of holding her mouth to make the oversized head fit comfortably. She finally got more than the head of his cock into her mouth, but only a little more. She figured that was enough, however.
She locked her lips on the shaft, let her tongue rest on the bare knob, and began moving her head up and down slowly, fucking herself in the mouth the same way he had fucked her in the pussy. She knew she was doing it correctly when his body began trembling.
Ryan pulled on one thigh and got her turned around over him in reverse, straddling his head. He put his hands on her shapely ass cheeks, pulled her down and buried his mouth in her hairy slit. The erotic fragrance of her sultry cunt filled his nostrils, intoxicating him.
She wiggled her hips and purred with contentment when his lips touched her pussy. She knew she would simply die if he made her cum again, but she couldn't help herself. She wrapped her hand around his prick and began to stroke up when her mouth went down, then reversing the action. He responded with hip-thrusting actions, emulating a fucking motion. She put her free hand on his lower belly to limit his movements. If she let him shove any more of his cock into her mouth, she'd choke. She was having enough trouble handling what she had. Her jaws ached. She wanted him to cum, however, so she kept at her pleasurable task.
Ryan tickled the tip of his tongue along her puffy pussy lips. He put his arms between her legs, pushed them apart and put his fingers on each side of her slit and peeled her cunt open. Her corpulent clit looked absolutely delectable. Beginning at the top of her succulent gash, he licked up to her asshole. He tickled the puckered orifice, then licked her slit again. Again and again, his broad tongue made its tasty journey up and down her savory slot.
After several minutes of sucking and jacking his cock, Susan felt his prick swell and begin to throb harder. Her mouth watered in anticipation of tasting his cum.
She started cumming a split second before he did. She ground her cunt into his mouth, fought to keep her sanity and swallowed in gulps, taking every drop of jism he gave her. She sucked him dry, then held his prick in her mouth as it rapidly deflated and her own orgasm subsided.
She rolled onto her side and twisted around to stretch out by him. "You gave me a pretty good load," she said, smacking her lips. "Considering."
"Considering what?"
"Considering that I sucked you off and then you came when you fucked me. No one has ever sucked me off after they fucked me."
"Did you like it?"
"I loved it! I came on pretty strong. I don't know what came over me, but I couldn't help myself. Thank you for not pushing me away."
"I wanted to fuck you as badly as you wanted to fuck me," he replied. "Why should I push you away?"
"Because I came on so strong," she said. She could not think of another way to say it, and she didn't want to get into particulars of her relationship with her husband with a man who was a virtual stranger. "You're quite a stud. Thank you for a magnificent fucking."
"You ain't half-bad yourself, lady," he teased. "How long will you be here?"
"I don't know. A few more days, at least. Why?"
"I don't want this to be a one-time shot."
"Neither do I." She surprised herself by admitting she wanted to fuck him again. "We'll get together again, but we'll have to be careful. I don't want Mother to know. She might not understand."
"I wouldn't worry about your mother," he said. "She just might understand more than you think. And she just might have a surprise or two for you."
"I doubt it," she replied confidently. "I know my mother pretty well. Now, if I can get my legs to work, I'd better get my ass home so she won't wonder what I've been up to." She sat up, then slowly got to her feet. "God, no one has ever fucked me until my knees were weak! I've had a lot of firsts with you, Ryan. And I loved every second of it! Where can I wash? I can't go home smelling like a whore."
"Down the hall, first door on the right. I'll see if I can think up some other things to do with you for the first time the next time we get together."
"I can't imagine what they might be."
CHAPTER FOUR
"How was your date with Ryan?" Marsha asked her daughter over breakfast.
"It wasn't a date, Mother," Susan replied. "We just had dinner, then a drink and some pleasant conversation at his house."
"If I know Ryan, and I do, he tried to make it more than a drink and some pleasant conversation," Marsha said with a laugh. "He has a very strong libido and very winning ways. I know he made a pass at you."
"I'm a married woman, Mother!" Susan protested. "You make him sound like a lecher. He isn't that at all. He acted like a perfect gentleman with me."
"I didn't say he isn't a gentleman, honey. I just said he has a very strong libido and can charm a woman right out of her pants."
"Has he teased you out of yours?" Susan asked innocently, intending her question as a jest.
"Oh, yeah, quite a few times," Marsha replied with a grin. "With my full cooperation. He's an outstanding lover. Just thinking about him makes my knees weak."
Susan looked shocked. She blushed and swallowed hard. "He said he has never slept with you," she blurted.
"Oh, technically, he's correct. We've never slept together." Marsha looked pensive for a moment. "And come to think of it, I don't know why we haven't. We certainly wear each other out when we're together. For some reason, neither one of us has ever stayed overnight."
Susan finished her cereal and took a sip of coffee. She didn't know quite how to handle the fact that she and her mother had fucked the same man.
"You suddenly got very quiet," Marsha said. "You don't approve of your mother being sexually active?"
"I don't approve or disapprove, Mother. What you do is your business. As far as I know, you haven't had to answer to anyone since Dad died. It's just hard for me to picture my mother with a man. I never could imagine you and Daddy having sex."
Marsha chuckled and said, "Just close your eyes and think of what you and David do."
"That wouldn't work," Susan replied quietly.
"Oh ho! You and David are having trouble in the sack, are you? I wondered why you were so close-mouthed when you showed up on my doorstep without calling first or offering a word of explanation. Want to talk about it?"
"Not really." Susan took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "But I have to talk to someone, and I don't have any friends I trust that much. David's company offered him a promotion if he would transfer here. He said he was going to refuse, because he doesn't want to live so close to in-laws. He thinks you would interfere with our lives. We've been carrying on a running fight about it for a couple of weeks. Our sex life has been nonexistent since the fight started."
"Well, I'm not sure it would help, but I can promise David that I won't be a typical mother-in-law if we live in the same town. I never have been, so why should I start now?"
"There's more," Susan said glumly. "Actually, the 'more' is what started the fight in the first place. The promotion thing only made it worse."
"Well, are you going to sit there and look gloomy or tell me about it?"
"I don't know how to tell you about it."
"Well, you just string words together in sentences," Marsha quipped. "You know how to do that, don't you?"
"What he wants is pretty bizarre. I don't know how to tell you unless I use raunchy expressions, and I don't feel comfortable using those expressions with my mother."
"Honey, it doesn't matter how raunchy you get," Marsha assured her. "I'm not exactly a backward little blushing virgin, you know. I never got all the way around the block with your father, but I've gone around several blocks several times the past few years."
"Wasn't Daddy a good lover?"
"Your father was a solid man, honey," Marsha replied. A good husband and provider, but he was a workaholic, who put himself into an early grave with long hours and a perfectionist attitude.
"As a lover, I found out after he died that he simply didn't stack up. His ideas were worse than puritanical. I got off about one time in ten with him, especially if we'd had a few drinks and he got a little more rambunctious than usual. I thought that was normal. Just as I thought getting screwed once a week was normal. Then I found out I didn't have to stay on my back and barely move, and that I could get off every time.
"You wouldn't believe my surprise the first time a man went down on me and made me cum so hard I nearly lost my mind. But enough about my sexual escapades for right now. Stop stalling and tell me about your problem with David."
"He wants me to screw other men," Susan blurted.
"You mean he wants you try the swinging scene?" Marsha asked, her ears perking up with interest. "That isn't so bizarre."
"Well, swinging isn't exactly what he wants. I think I could handle that. I'd be willing to try anyway, even though I don't know any swingers."
Now Marsha was really interested. "You might, and just not know it," she said. "Swinging isn't as uncommon as you might suppose. Someone very close to you could be a swinger without you knowing. Anyway, if he doesn't want you to try swinging, what does he want?"
"He wants me to screw other men, one-on-one, and let him watch."
"You mean he doesn't want a threesome with other men? He doesn't want to join in and help them fuck you?"
Susan didn't notice that her mother had shifted the conversation into a more earthy vernacular. She shook her head. "No, I don't think so. That isn't the way he put it." She unconsciously slipped into the same earthy jargon her mother used. "He said he wanted to watch another man fuck me."
"Do you like to fuck?" Marsha asked.
"I love it," Susan replied, without thinking about her answer.
"Are you inhibited?"
"Well, sure, a little. Isn't everyone? I don't mean that I don't like to experiment. I do. I like to leave the lights on and do it all around the house. I'm willing to try different positions and I like to suck his cock and I like for him to eat my pussy."
"Then what's the problem? Fucking another man in front of your husband is experimenting, isn't it?"
"Well, I guess so, but I'd feel so.. .well, so awkward and inhibited if David sat there and watched me fuck another man. like he was critiquing me or something. We talk to each other when we fuck, tell each other if we want something specific or want it done in a particular way, but we're never critical about what the other one does or doesn't do. If we swapped with another couple, I wouldn't have any trouble fucking another man right in front of him. He would be busy fucking the other woman and I wouldn't feel he was watching every little move I made. I don't think I'm making any sense. My thoughts are so jumbled."
"You're making perfect sense to me," Marsha replied. "I think you're afraid David would get jealous if you did something with another man you haven't done with him. We don't respond to all men the same way, you know, or even the same way to the same man every time. Every encounter is a little different, with its own peculiar nuances, and we respond accordingly. Sometimes we lead, sometimes we follow, and sometimes it just happens. We might plan a seduction, but we don't choreograph it."
"Yeah, I think maybe you're right. But what do I do about it? Knowing why I'm afraid doesn't tell me how to overcome my fear."
"Maybe you need to get comfortable with fucking other men first, then give David's idea a try."
Susan sighed with resignation. "But what if the other man didn't have fun fucking me? Wouldn't it embarrass David if other men thought his wife was a fucking dud?" .
Marsha laughed gaily. "Honey, if men get their rocks off, they don't think any pussy is bad. They think only in terms of good, better and best."
"Maybe. I don't have enough experience to know. But I wouldn't want another man to think David had anything but the very best pussy."
"Have you fucked anyone but David since you married?"
"No!" Susan said quickly. Then she blushed and said very softly, "That isn't true. I let Ryan fuck me last night." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Well, the cat is out of the bag, so I might as well be perfectly honest. I didn't let him fuck me. I didn't plan it exactly, but I knew during dinner that I wanted him. We went back to his place for a drink and I came on to him. I don't know what came over me. I acted like a real slut."
"And Ryan loved it!" Marsha cackled.
Susan grinned. "He must have. When we finished, I could hardly walk. I didn't think about it until later, but I could have turned him off by coming on so strong."
"Oh, no, honey, not Ryan," Marsha said. "His sense of masculinity is as strong as his libido. Sexually aggressive women don't turn him off. With some men, you have to tiptoe around like walking on eggs, but not him. He's also a very good cook, by the way. You'll have to let him make dinner for you one night." She smiled dreamily and said, "Ummm, it feels good."
"What feels good?" Susan asked. She saw her mother's arm moving and wondered what was going on under the table. "What are you doing?"
"Playing with my pussy," Marsha giggled. "All this talk about sex has made me horny."
"Mother!" Susan exclaimed. "You can't be serious! Right here in front of me?"
"Don't you jack off, honey?"
"Well, sure, sometimes. In private."
Marsha looked her daughter square in the eye. "You said you like to fuck. I assume you also like to cum."
"Of course I do. They go together, don't they? But I wouldn't think of getting myself off in front of anyone, especially my mother."
"I don't see why not," Marsha said matter-of-factly. "We're both grown women, we both like to cum, and I'm horny as hell." She giggled happily. "I stay horny! I have to jack off two or three times a day so I won't run out on the street and snag the first man I see. I can't think of a more wonderful way to start the day than with a good orgasm. I really get turned on doing it in front of someone else, man or woman."
Marsha got up and drug her chair around to face Susan. She shucked off her robe, sat down facing her daughter, and spread her legs. Her right hand dropped down between her shapely thighs and she began to fondle her pussy. "Tell me about fucking Ryan. I want to hear all the juicy, intimate details."
"God, Mother," Susan breathed. "I hardly know you."
"You're just seeing my sexual side for the first time," Marsha said.
"I've never been able to think of you as having a sexual side. I'm not sure I know how to handle it."
"Just relax and enjoy, honey."
"That's easy for you to say! You've done this before."
Susan stared at her mother's pudgy pussy, a very furry pussy mound, seeing it for the first time. The outer lips blended into the mound, almost completely hidden by the thick dark blonde muff. She felt her own cunt tingle as a gallon of juice gushed down her channel.
"Did you suck Ryan's cock?" Marsha asked.
"Yes, I sucked him off twice," Susan replied softly, still staring at her mother's pussy and her middle finger sliding lackadaisically up and down her slit. "The first time, we hadn't fucked yet and his load was almost too much. I sucked him off again right after he fucked me. He sure is a mouthful. His cock is a lot bigger than David's." She couldn't believe she was saying such things to her mother, but she couldn't stop herself.
"You get accustomed to it. A mouth doesn't stretch the way a pussy does, but I've got to where I can do it fairly well. Would you like to join me, or just watch?"
"God, Mother!" Susan repeated, mystified by her keen interest in watching her mother jack off. She suddenly felt an overwhelming need to cum. "Oh, what the hell! Do you have a preference?"
A look of devilish delight danced in Marsha's eyes. She looked very excited as she displayed her charming pussy to her daughter and played with it.
"I like both. I like it most when I can watch someone else do it with me. You have such a lovely body."
Susan shivered and said, "My body is almost a carbon copy of yours, right down to my big tits."
"I know," Marsha said. "That's why I like to look at it."
Marsha put both hands in her crotch. She spread her fingers along each side of her hairy seam and slowly peeled her puffy her cunt lips wide open. She pushed her mound forward and curved it up, audaciously exhibiting her sultry slit to her daughter's hot-blooded gaze.
Susan stared at the tender pink flesh inside Marsha's gash. Her large, erect clitoris stood wholly out of its hood, looking like a little penis. She felt the magnetism of her mother's licentious nature. The realization shocked her. She had never had any interest in looking at another woman's pussy, had never felt a sexual attraction to a woman, and here she was, having carnal feelings for her own mother!
"You got your grandmother's pretty red hair,"
Marsha said. "I would like to look at your beautiful red muff."
"God, Mother, you're wild!" Susan breathed. "Move around here so I can see you," Marsha said.
Giving in to her mother's blandishment and her own mysterious feelings, Susan bounced her chair around in front of her mother.
"Take off your robe, honey, and let me look at your gorgeous body."
CHAPTER FIVE
"Mother, you embarrass me," Susan said timidly. Nevertheless, she stood and took off her robe. Her willingness, her desire, to engage in such lascivious play with her own mother startled her. She had never been so turned on in her life. She couldn't resist the urge to pose. "God, Mother, I'm so fucking hot!" she whispered.
"Good," Marsha replied. "Sit down and put your feet on my chair." She put her feet on Susan's chair. "Open your legs so I can see your pussy."
Susan was a few inches taller than Marsha, so her legs were a little longer. She put her legs over her mother's, her feet outside Marsha's thighs. "Oh, Mother, this is so kinky!"
"You need a little harmless kink now and then to spice up your life, honey." Marsha eyed her daughter's pussy, her brown eyes sparkling. "Your pussy is so pretty. You have a much thicker bush than I thought. I like the way your inner lips peek out."
"I had no idea you liked pussies," Susan said.
Marsha's compliment pleased her, in spite of her weird feeling about displaying herself so flagrantly to her mother. The way Marsha played with her pussy was enchanting, in a lascivious way. Very erotic.
Susan put a finger alongside her own clit, and felt an incredibly strong surge of sexual arousal pulse through her body. Their lewd posture, her mother's wanton, uninhibited example had a strange effect on her, created a firestorm of lustful eagerness between her thighs. She felt a profound shock wave of erotic pleasure tear through her when she touched her own pussy. Her flesh had already become incredibly sensitive. Now, even the slightest touch sent heart-stirring flashes of passionate delight roaring through her nervous system. She wanted desperately to watch her mother masturbate and to give her an equally exciting demonstration of her own jack off technique.
"Oh, I like cocks better," Marsha replied. "I like to look at them and play with them and suck them and ride them. But once in awhile I like pussies. They're so delicate, so beautiful." She paused, wondering if Susan caught her drift. When Susan didn't respond, she continued, "You said you jack off only in private. Have you ever jacked off for David?"
Susan didn't catch her mother's meaning because her carnal infatuation already had her mind foggy. "No." She let her finger drift over her clit and caught her breath. "Ooohhh, God," she whispered.
Marsha wanted to reach out and touch her daughter's pussy. Even get down on her knees and give Susan's lascivious slit a few lusty licks. She repressed the urge, afraid she would frighten Susan if she did, and spoil their splendid breakfast.
"You should. Truly passionate men like to watch a woman pleasure herself. I guarantee you, you jack off for a man and he'll fuck you to heaven."
"I didn't jack off for Ryan, and he still fucked me nearly half to death."
Marsha flexed her knees and spread her thighs further apart. She liked the way her flesh felt against Susan's. She pushed two fingers of her left hand into her cunthole and enveloped her clitoris with two fingers of her right hand. Rich tingles of licentious liveliness lanced through her snatch and into her belly.
"Ryan is in a class all by himself, honey. As I'm sure you found out. Tell me, have you fucked very many men?"
Susan stared at her mother's crotch, mesmerized by her sopping crevice. She pressed her finger a little firmer to her clit and began to jiggle it. "Not many," she said softly. "A couple before I married. Only David since. You fuck a lot, don't you?"
"Every chance I get!" Marsha said. "But I'm not indiscriminate. I fuck for fun, but not just for the fun of fucking. If I don't feel something special about a man, I don't fuck him. I turn down more offers to ride a cock than I accept. Is David's cock as big as Ryan's?"
"No, unfortunately," Susan replied. "Ryan's is the biggest one I've ever had."
"Who fucks better, David or Ryan?"
"Ryan, I'm sorry to say. He picked me up, put me on his cock and carried me into the dining room and fucked me on the table. After he fucked me nearly senseless, he carried me back into the living room the same way, put me on the floor, and kept right on fucking me. David has never been so adventurous"
"Maybe you can teach David to be more uninhibited."
"I have to learn what to teach him first," Susan said.
"Listen to your mother and you. Did you cum a lot when Ryan fucked you?" Marsha asked eagerly.
"So much I thought I would go crazy," Susan said. "When he put me on the living room floor, he put my legs over his shoulders and got my G spot with the big head of his cock. He fucked me slow and easy and I felt like my whole body was one big cunt. My clit got so sensitive I could barely stand it."
"God, I wish I had been there to watch!" Marsha exclaimed. "What did you do then."
"I couldn't believe it, but his cock was still hard.
I couldn't leave it that way, so I got up on knees and started sucking it again."
"You sucked his cock while it was still wet from your pussy?" Marsha asked, keenly interested in Susan's reply. If she was willing to suck a cock coated with her pussy juice, she just might be willing to suck a pussy.
"Yeah," Susan admitted. "He wanted me to, so I did. After I started sucking him, he pulled me around over him and we did a sixty-nine. No one has ever sucked me off after fucking me. I didn't know men would do that."
"I told you Ryan is an unusual man."
"In more ways than one," Susan agreed.
"Did you like the way his cock tasted with your juice on it?"
"Well, it certainly tasted different. Yeah, it tasted pretty good after I got used to it."
The reply told Marsha what she wanted to know. Now all she had to do was arrange the proper circumstances and she could watch her daughter lick clit. She stared at Susan's pussy, at the way her fingers played in her wet slit. "Watching you get yourself off is fun."
"Go ahead and make it," Susan said huskily. "I want to watch you cum."
"Let's see how long we can make it last," Marsha replied. "I haven't enjoyed myself so much in a long time."
Susan couldn't wait. She stroked her hole with two fingers of her left hand and strummed her clit with two fingers of her right hand. Usually, when she got herself off, she just used one finger on her clit. This time, she imitated her mother's method and found she liked it better. She could still learn something from her mother!
Moaning blatantly with compelling urgency, Marsha attacked her cunt, giving up the idea of prolonging her pleasure when she saw how Susan was going at her twat.
Susan curled her cunt mound higher so her mother had a better view and wriggled her fingers energetically on her clit. She felt the first delectable contractions of her climax deep in her cunt. Her legs began to tremble and a pink flush of complete arousal covered her upper torso.
Marsha kept her eyes locked on her daughter's red-haired pussy, adding visual stimulation to her manual manipulations as she flogged her clit and pumped her fingers in and out of her slippery hole.
Susan let out a wailing moan as powerful convulsions wracked her body. She fought to keep her eyes open so she could watch her mouther cum as she pleasured her cunt with both hands, nearly out of control with passion.
Marsha's orgasm began scant seconds after Susan started climaxing. Her chair bounced from her hard bucking. Her cries of joy soon joined Susan's.
Several minutes later, after they had returned to the mundane world of reality, the two women looked at each other and smiled.
"You are a bad influence on me, Mother," Susan said. "Enticing your own daughter into such a raunchy stunt is scandalous."
"Every woman is someone's daughter," Marsha quipped. "Didn't you enjoy jacking off with me?"
Susan sighed. "Unfortunately, I did. I hate to think of what else you'll talk me into."
"Whatever it is, I can guarantee you'll like it!" Watching Susan for her reaction, Marsha pulled her fingers out of her cunt, lifted them to her mouth and sucked them enthusiastically.
Susan shivered when she saw her mother's fingers slide into her mouth. She still didn't realize the message her mother was sending. Nevertheless, her hand seemed to move of its own volition as she pulled her fingers from her cunt and lifted them to her mouth. She stuck out her tongue, touched the tip to her fingers hesitantly, then jammed them in her mouth and sucked hard.
Marsha smiled knowingly. Her daughter was truly a chip of the old block. "Give your mother a kiss, honey," she said softly. "I like a kiss after I cum."
"What do you do when you jack off alone?" Susan asked.
"Without!" Marsha exclaimed.
Susan leaned way over, paused with her lips nearly touching Marsha's, sighed deeply, and kissed her mother. She intended to only brush her lips against Marsha's. Marsha had other ideas. She put her hand behind Susan's head and kissed her daughter passionately, running her tongue into Susan's mouth. At first, Susan tried to pull away, then capitulated to the lascivious embrace and actually began to suck on Marsha's tongue.
When Marsha released Susan, she leaned back, looking shocked and bewildered. Marsha watched her, smiling with a secret knowledge.
"You stuck your tongue in my mouth," Susan said.
"I like to kiss that way," Marsha replied.
"But you're my mother."
Marsha's smile broadened. "That's what makes it so exciting, darling!"
Susan shivered and licked her lips. She didn't know if she should just get up and walk away or stay put. With a man, with David at least, she knew when the fun was over. Compounding her problem was the fact that she had never done anything sexual with another woman. She simply sat there with her legs still wide open, looking at her mother.
"What now?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
"Well, I think we should ask Ryan to come over tonight," Marsha said. "You need to get accustomed to fucking in front of others if you're going to give David what he wants."
"Mother, I can't do that in front of you!" Susan blurted. "Besides, I can't do that to David. I've already cheated on him once, and that's bad enough. Letting Ryan fuck me again would be awful."
"When was the last time David fucked you?"
"A couple of weeks, I guess," Susan said. "Not counting the three days I've been here."
"Then you aren't taking anything away from him. Besides, he wants you to fuck other men."
"In front of him, Mother!" Susan objected. "Not behind his back. Anyway, we didn't do it because we were fighting."
"Pick up the phone and call David right now," Marsha said. "Tell him you're ready to let another man fuck while he watches."
"You know I'm not ready to do that," Susan admitted ruefully.
"Then we'll do it my way," Marsha said. "What would you like to do now? Want to go shopping?"
"I want to go back to bed," Susan said. "Ryan wore me out last night. If you're going to have me fuck him again tonight, I'd better get some sleep."
"I'm not making you to do anything, honey," Marsha chuckled. "You want to fuck him again and you know it."
"Yes, as much as I hate to admit it, I want his big cock again," Susan replied quietly.
"Don't forget his tongue," Marsha said.
Susan went back to bed, where she lay quietly for a while, thinking about taking another glorious ride on Ryan's magnificent cock. She didn't know how she could ever explain to David why she spread so willingly for another man behind his back while refusing to do it while he watched.
Since she didn't know how she could explain it, she decided she wouldn't even try. They loved each other, so somehow everything would work out for them. If her mother's plan worked, she wouldn't have anything to explain anyway. She would conquer her inhibitions and let another man fuck her while David watched.
The more she thought about the idea, the more she liked it. And who knew where it might lead? As her mother said, she needed a little kink in her life now and then to spice it up.
And David could certainly learn to loosen up and enjoy sex a lot more. Maybe that's why he wanted her to fuck another man while he watched. Maybe there was a quirk in his personality and he couldn't loosen up any other way. Well, if so, she just had to learn to overcome her inhibitions and lead him down the path to better sexual fun.
Marsha had her own plans for the evening, and they didn't include Ryan. She hadn't told Susan she had another young man in mind for the simple reason Susan might back out and spoil her entire scheme. If her plan worked the way she wanted, Susan would have ample opportunity to fuck Ryan again. And several other men, too.
And dear scheming Marsha would get her chance to fuck David, and maybe show him how to take better care of his wife. He could certainly use all the help he could get. Once she succeeded in opening the floodgates of Susan's passion, he would have a hot woman on his hands.
CHAPTER SIX
"I fixed a light supper," Marsha said. "When a guy takes a woman he wants to fuck to dinner, he jokes he's going to staff and mount her, but I don't want a belly full of food sloshing around when I fuck. I don't know about you, but I don't perform very well on a full stomach."
"I never gave it much thought," Susan replied. "I've always liked to let things happen on their own."
"Spontaneity is fine for a quickie, darling," Marsha said. "Serious fucking takes planning and preparation. Haven't you ever deliberately set out to arouse David by playing the seductive vamp for him?"
"No, can't say I have. If we were in the mood, we did it. Otherwise, we just went to sleep."
"In which case you haven't been getting fucked as often as you want," Marsha said astutely. "Your argument wouldn't have reached the crisis stage if you had seduced him. Although, in a way, I'm glad it did. You wouldn't have come to visit me if it hadn't. Remember, dear, when a man gets a whiff of hot pussy, he starts thinking with his dick and not his head. Give him a good fucking and you can get him to agree to most anything."
"Isn't that a little unfair? I don't want to take advantage of him, or feel like I'm using him."
Marsha laughed. "Honey, anyone who tries to make life fair is doomed to failure. We all use each other in one way or the other. The trick is to give as good as you get so no one feels cheated."
"I don't know, Mother. I don't think I could be comfortable deliberately using David. I want him to make love to me because he wants to, not because I laid a trap for him."
"Men in general are strange creatures, honey. They can be so damned aggressive at work, and so unsure of themselves when it comes to women. They fear rejection above all else. They'll fuck just about any woman alive, but only after they know she is receptive. Even in a marriage, a woman must flirt and be seductive and play the horny little tart who can't get enough."
"And I rejected David," Susan said. "He had the courage to tell me what he wanted, and I didn't pay attention. And I'm sure it took a lot of courage on his part. No wonder everything, no matter how small, became a big issue. I must have made him think I don't care about him."
"Defining the problem is half of the solution. What is your specific problem? You fucked Ryan, so fucking another man can't be what's bothering you."
"It isn't. The idea of fucking other men turns me on. I don't mean that I don't love David. I do. Very much. But riding Ryan's cock was so liberating!" Susan paused and looked into space, thinking. "I guess I wasn't prepared for what David suggested. Maybe I had the idea he thought he had to make up for his lack of adventure, and I didn't like the idea. Now, I see everything in a different light. Why he asked me to let him watch another man fuck me doesn't matter. I should be able to give him what he wants."
"No, it doesn't matter. He's offering you something few married women ever get, the chance to fuck all the men you wish. He just wants you to let him watch you do it. A little kinky, perhaps, but certainly not harmful as long as everyone involved agrees. And who knows where it might lead? I can think of all kinds of fun you can have. Can you call him right now and tell him you're ready to do what he wants?"
Susan smiled weakly and shook her head. "No. As much as I want to, I can't. I still feel so inhibited."
"Then we'll do it my way," Marsha said. "I wish someone had done the same for me when I was your age. Your father was no great shakes in bed. He wouldn't say cunt if his life depended on it. But I never went without, because I kept him interested.
I always gave him what he wanted so I could get what I wanted. Or a reasonable facsimile of it, anyway. I didn't learn what I really wanted until after he died. If I had known sooner, I'm sure I could have brought him out his shell and made a better lover of him. Don't fall into the same trap with David. Now, let's bathe and get ready for your big night."
They took a shower together, giggling and carrying on like two best friends. Susan's nipples grazed Marsha several times, setting off a firestorm in her cunt. She wanted so badly to push Susan against the wall and eat her out, but knew she had to wait for a more appropriate setting.
After their bath, they perfumed and powdered their luscious bodies. They put on floor-length sheer gowns that barely covered their nipples and split to the waist on each side, with nothing under them but titillating bare skin.
"No sense in putting on a lot of clothes we're just going to take off later," Marsha said. "By the way, I didn't invite Ryan."
"Then why are we getting all gussied up?" Susan asked. "I don't want to jack off again, even with you. No offense."
"No offense taken," Marsha laughed. "I invited another young man. If you're going to get rid of your inhibitions, you've got to branch out, spread your wings, so to speak. I think you'll like him. He isn't as handsome as Ryan, but he's nice."
"Spread my legs you mean," Susan quipped. "The thought of fucking in front of you makes me nervous. The thought of doing it in front of you with a man I've never met gives the jitters. Have you had him? Is he a good lover? Ryan spoiled me, you know."
"I haven't had him, but I've heard a lot of good things about him. Come on, I'll give you a drink to help calm your nerves."
"You'd better have a whole damn distillery in your liquor cabinet if you expect to drown the butterflies in my stomach."
"I never drink too much when I know I'm going to fuck," Marsha said. "My clit gets numb and I don't enjoy it as much."
"Are you also going to fuck this guy?"
"Maybe," Marsha said. "We'll see how it goes. I want you to have your fun."
They had hardly settled in the living room, drinks in hand, when the doorbell rang.
"That must be our guest," Marsha said, heading for the door. "Oh, by the way, he doesn't have any idea why I asked him over." She grinned at Susan, anticipating the surprise in store for the young man. Two for the price of one, mother and daughter together. And, if her plan worked, he would see them do something mother and daughter seldom did. What more could a man ask? "In fact, he doesn't know you're here. He thinks he's coming over just to see me."
The young man looked at Marsha and his eyes widened in surprise. He thought he was seeing things. Surely she couldn't be naked under her pretty blue gown. Then he spied Susan sitting on the couch, wearing a similar red gown, and his face became a mass of confusion. He stared at Marsha, questions pouring from his eyes.
"Greg, I'd like you to meet Susan. Susan, this is Greg. He's been trying to date me for ages. I keep telling him I'm too old for him, but he still keeps asking anyway. I think he wants to get in my pants."
Greg continued to stare as Susan, entranced by her loveliness, and missed Marsha's quip about getting in her pants. If she had been wearing any! As he walked across the room to shake Susan's hand, Marsha lagged behind him. She winked at Susan and smiled broadly.
The moment Greg entered the house, the butterflies in Susan's stomach migrated south and she felt courage flood her veins. She liked him instantly, and looked forward to fucking him. She stood, held out her hand and said, "Hello, Greg. I'm not too old for you. Would you like to date me?"
Greg took Susan's hand, kissed the back of it gallantly, and continued to hold it as he said, "Marsha, you never told me you had a younger sister. Been keeping secrets, huh?"
"Susan is my daughter, Greg. She came to visit for a few days."
"So you decided to invite me over to meet her, huh?" He noted Susan's wedding rings and smiled inwardly. A married woman willing to let her mother fix her up with a man obviously wanted more than dinner and dancing. "I'm very glad you did. She looks more like your younger sister than your daughter. Dating her will be like dating you when you were younger. Or dating a younger version of you." He realized he was rattling on and shut up.
Marsha smiled enigmatically. "I asked you over to meet her, among other things, Greg." She didn't bother to elaborate. She saw by Susan's reaction that her daughter found the young man attractive, so he would find out soon enough what other things they had in mind. "Would you like a drink?"
"Sure. What you're having is fine."
He watched Marsha walk slowly across the room to the liquor cabinet. He could see the cheeks of her lush ass wiggling and realized he hadn't been seeing things. She was naked under her thin gown. Rather than concealing her bounteous charms, the wispy material accentuated them, made them more alluring. The eye-catching sight had a conspicuous, instant effect on him. He blinked and swallowed hard.
Susan noticed his reaction and smiled. "Come sit beside me, Greg," she said, sitting down and patting the couch. "You like my mother a lot, don't you?"
"I thought she was the sexiest, most beautiful woman I had ever met until now. Now I'd have to say she's one of the two sexiest, most beautiful women I've met. If you two had the same color hair, I'd swear you were twins."
"The first part of your statement was very gallant, Greg. Did the last part mean that I look older than I am?" Susan cocked her head to one side and smiled coyly.
Greg took his foot out of his mouth said quickly, "No. It means that Marsha doesn't come anywhere close to looking her age. I didn't know she was old enough to have a grown daughter."
Marsha laughed merrily and handed Greg his drink. "Thank you for the compliment," she said. "Your glib tongue got you out of that easily enough."
"Only told the truth, lady." He lifted his drink in silent salute. "I never understood why you put me off by saying you were too old for me. I'm not some kid who is still wet behind the ears, you know."
"You wouldn't be here right now if I thought so," Marsha replied as she sat down on the other side of him. "I know you're twenty-seven and single. What else should we know about you?"
"Well, as you can see, I have brown hair and brown eyes. I'm five foot, eleven inches tall and weigh about one hundred and seventy pounds. I work out just enough to keep from being a couch potato, I practice good hygiene, I smoke and drink moderately, I don't do drugs and I don't have any social diseases. What else can I tell you?"
Marsha patted his knees fondly and chuckled. "I guess that's enough for now. We can find out anything else of importance as we go along."
Greg had trouble trying to decide whether to look at Marsha or Susan. He had never had the good fortune to sit between two such breathtaking women wearing so little to hide their voluptuous figures. His head swiveled back and forth as though spring loaded. His eyes bounced up and down, trying to see everything at once.
"You're going to get a crick in your neck," Marsha said. "Why don't you sit over there so you can see us better?"
Greg scooted across the room and plopped into a large, overstuffed chair. Marsha slowly spread her legs, flashed him briefly, then crossed her shapely gams. Her split gown fell open, exposing her legs to the waist.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Greg nearly choked on his drink. He cleared his throat and said, "Would you like to go dancing, Susan?"
Susan made a show of looking down, then looked back up and grinned. "I'm hardly dressed to go out, Greg, and I don't want to put on more clothes. Why don't we just stay here and get acquainted? Unless you'd rather be in a crowd," she said coyly.
"Oh, no!" he blurted. "Staying here and getting acquainted is fine. I can't think of any place I'd rather be right now."
"Then take off your coat and tie. And your shoes, too. You might as well be as comfortable as we are. If we just relax, we can have a pleasant time right here, with only a little effort."
The meaning of her words and the way she was dressed were too obvious to be misinterpreted. His cock throbbed at the thought of fucking the beautiful young redhead. He wondered when Marsha was going to leave so he could be alone with her daughter. He struggled out of his coat, yanked his tie off and removed his shoes and socks.
"Now, isn't that more comfortable?" Marsha asked.
"Yeah, a lot," Greg said. His cock pulsed harder and he squirmed uncomfortably, contradicting his words. He lifted his glass, saw that it was empty.
"Let me get you a refill," Susan said.
She stood directly in front of him and, instead of merely reaching for his glass, she deliberately leaned way over. The top of her gown fell away and he had an unobstructed view of her heavy naked tits.
Susan followed his gaze and smiled. For some illogical reason, his discomfort amused her. Her pussy quivered as she thought of seeing his cock for the first time and taking a ride on it.
"Would you like another highball, Greg? Or do you see something else you'd rather have?"
"Oh, uh, yeah," he stammered, his eyes riveted on her splendid tits.
"Yeah, what?" Marsha asked with a light laugh.
"Oh, uh, yeah, please," he said, more flustered than ever.
Marsha laughed out loud. Susan beamed expansively, still leaning over with her hand extended for his glass.
"I wasn't trying to give you a lesson in manners, Greg," Marsha snickered with amusement. "I simply asked if you want something besides another drink. If you do, all you have to do is ask."
Greg looked dumfounded. Susan took his glass and went to the liquor cabinet. Marsha snapped her fingers and waved her hand to get his attention.
"Snap out of it, honey," she said. "Did you like the view?" she teased.
Greg sighed profoundly. "Magnificent!" he said quietly.
"We're almost the same size, shape and texture, you know. Susan is quite proud of hers."
Greg looked at Marsha. First at her comparably flamboyant tits, then at her face. "And you aren't proud of yours?"
"I didn't say that," Marsha said with a coquettish smile. "But you were looking at Susan's, not mine."
"Only because they were visible when she leaned over so I could see down the front of her gown. Well, yours are visible under your gown, but hers were bare."
Marsha casually pushed the top of her gown down to her waist, baring her own exquisite mounds. "More bare than this?" She arched her back, pushing her tits out for his inspection.
Greg stared at Marsha's tits with greedy eyes and the little light bulb over his head finally came on. "Aaahhh," he sighed. "So that's what this is all about?"
Susan returned with his drink. "I wondered when you were going to catch on," she said.
"When you said we could have fun, I thought you meant you and me. I didn't expect to party with both of you."
"Susan has never fucked in front of anyone," Marsha said. "I wouldn't miss this for all the tea in China."
"Greg, you don't mind if we use you for our own purposes and pleasure, do you?" Susan asked.
"Lady, you can use me any way you please as long as you don't abuse me!"
Susan grinned. "Well, we might wear out your cock, but I can promise you won't consider it abuse." She pushed her gown down to her waist. "Mother, come here and let's give him a double feature preview of what he's getting."
Smiling her agreement, Marsha stood beside her daughter. Slowly, in unison, they pushed their robes over their shapely asses and let them drop to the floor. They stood with their hips touching, two priceless Greek statues painstakingly sculpted in exquisite detail of the finest marble. Except these two shrines to the carnal arts were alive and breathing!
Greg's eyes almost bulged out of his head. "My God, I've died and gone to heaven!" he exclaimed.
"Not yet, baby," Marsha breathed seductively. "But we'll do everything we can to help you up the golden stairway." She took his hand and pulled him to his feet. "This will work better if you sit on the couch. But first, let's get those pants off you."
Susan stepped up to Greg and kissed him. When her open mouth touched his, his tongue quickly darted inside and began to explore the hot, moist cavern. His hands automatically went to her tits and he caressed the heavy mounds as she leaned toward him.
Marsha unbuckled his belt, opened the top button and yanked his zipper down. She stripped his pants and shorts down together and his hard prick sprang out at her. She tossed his clothes aside and took his heavy shaft in her hands and caressed lovingly.
"Aaahhh, Susan, we've hit the jackpot," Marsha whispered.
Breaking the kiss and looking down, Susan said, "Mmmmmm, what a gorgeous cock. I think it's at least as large as Ryan's." She could hardly wait to take a ride on his gorgeous specimen of manhood. Later, she would somehow atone with David for her perfidy. She had to have Greg's big cock in her! "Let's get him on the couch and get started!"
They nearly dragged the poor man to the couch and threw him down. Marsha went to her knees between his legs and Susan knelt on the couch by him. Susan lifted one tit and stuck the nipple in his mouth.
"Are you going to suck his cock, Mother?" she asked.
Marsha didn't reply. She couldn't. She already had her mouth full of cock. She held the thick base of his cock in one hand and worked her lips over the bloated knob with feverish skill as she caressed his balls with her other hand.
Susan looked down and chuckled. "This is the first time Mother and I have played together, Greg," she said as she watched Marsha devour his prick. "Is she a good cocksucker?"
"Outstanding," he muttered around her thick nipple. "I think she's going to swallow the whole damn thing."
"God, watching her makes me so hot," Susan muttered. She got up and straddled Greg's head. "Put your tongue in my cunt, Greg. Lick me."
Greg stuck his tongue in her greasy gash and began to lick eagerly. Susan stared down at him and began to hump his face, slowly scrubbing her cunt over his mouth and chin.
"Do you like to lick my cunt, Greg? Does it taste good?"
He tilted his head slightly and said, "You taste marvelous! You have a real gourmet meal between your legs, lady." Then he dipped his tongue back into her snatch and continued to service her savory slit.
Susan put her hands behind Greg's head to hold his mouth tight to her cunt. She turned her head, looked down and watched Marsha gobble his big rod, greatly interested in her technique, eager to learn everything she could from her mother.
"Oh, Mother, he's licking my clit so well! Suck his cock good, Mother! God, you look so sexy and beautiful down there with your mouth full of his big cock."
For several minutes, Marsha thrilled Greg and delighted Susan as she went at Greg's prick eagerly. She fluttered her tongue gently over his swollen crest one moment and lashed it the next, using tender suction, then a stinging hard pressure as she teased and tickled his balls and inner thighs with the tips of her fingers. Her tantalizing actions intensified his excitement.
His groans of bliss became deeper, telling Marsha he was close to cumming. Instead of squeezing him off and continuing to suck, she released him and patted Susan on the ass.
"Sit down, darling, and see how his lovely cock fits your pussy. Mama wants to watch her daughter fuck."
"God, Mother, you're outrageous."
"Your mother is a bawdy little bitch who loves to fuck," Marsha giggled. She shook Greg's cock and said, "Come on down, darling. I can hardly wait to watch this gorgeous cock slide into your cunt. Is your pussy wet?"
"like a fucking swamp," Susan whispered, her heart pounding with excitement. She took her cunt away from Greg and stared down between her legs.
Marsha reached up and ran her middle finger through Susan's gash. "Yep, it sure is."
Susan shivered visibly, straddled Greg's legs and began to lower her shapely ass. She stopped with her humid slit just above his spit-slick cockhead.
Rugged tremors of passion flowed through her body. She looked down between her legs, where Marsha held his prick upright, waiting for her to sit down on it.
"Are you going to put his cock in my pussy, Mother?" she asked needlessly.
"You bet I am," Marsha said.
Susan sank a little lower and hissed with pleasure when Marsha wiggled Greg's cockhead around, rubbing it over her supersensitive clit and along the length of her soggy seam.
"Sit down slowly, darling," Marsha whispered, her voice hoarse with sexual agitation. "Let it slide in slowly so you can enjoy the full pleasure of it."
Marsha's eyes blazed with passion and her body trembled with excitement as she held Greg's cock for her daughter. She thought of all the wonderful things she and Susan would do with Greg and each other and shivered harder. Their little mutual jack off session that morning was only a prelude to what her daughter would do to her if she had her way.
Susan eased down and took barely an inch of cockhead between the puffy lips of her snatch. She sank a little lower and took the entire head into her channel. She contracted her muscles sharply around the big knob to give herself a piercing stab of bliss.
Then, fiercely aroused, she suddenly slammed her ass down hard and the entire length of his pulsating shaft skewered her to the hilt. She gasped when the head of his cock hit the bottom of her cunt. Only Ryan's long cock had ever reached such depths.
Greg and Marsha also gasped. Marsha with the thrill of seeing her daughter take the large prick deep into her belly, and Greg with the thrill of having his prick deep in the young redhead's wet, clasping love tunnel.
Marsha began to fondle her daughter passionately, running her hands all over Susan's ass, along the crack of her ass, between her legs to feel Greg's stiff rod where it penetrated Susan. She extended her fingers and tickled the tightly stretched lips of Susan's cunt, not caring now if Susan objected to such an intimacy.
Susan didn't object. She shivered and rocked her ass. "Oh, God, Mother, whatever you're doing, don't stop!" she moaned. "Oh fuck, his cock feels so good! It fills my cunt so full. I love cock, Mother! I really love to fuck!" She kissed Greg on the lips. "Thank you for letting me use your cock, Greg. I love the way it feels, the way it fills my cunt." She wasn't aware she was repeating herself, wouldn't have cared if she had been aware.
"Your cunt feels fantastic, baby," he said. "So tight and hot.
"Fuck yourself slowly, darling. Make it last a long time," Marsha said.
Susan kissed Greg again. "Isn't this wild, Greg? I'm fucking myself with your big beautiful cock and my mother is watching me." She didn't realize until that moment that she wanted very much for her mother to take a more active part in the licentious revelry. "Do you want to fuck her too, Greg? Do you want to fuck my mother?"
To say the scandalous idea appealed to Greg was the understatement of all time. He had never fucked two women at the same time, let alone two such perfect examples of female pulchritude, and a mother and daughter at that, and he wanted to sample both of them. As many times as possible. What had begun as a dull evening at home, with just his thoughts of trolling for a piece of passable ass, had fortuitously turned into a dream come true.
"God, yes!" he blurted.
"Yes," Susan chuckled. "I thought the idea of fucking a mother and daughter together would excite you. If you want to fuck her too, don't unload in my cunt. Stay with me until I get off, then you can give her a nice ride on your big cock. Can you do that?"
"Damn right, lady! I can do almost anything you ask!" he assured her.
"Good. Now, fasten your seat belt, baby. We're going for a bumpy ride."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Susan began to bounce up and down and rock her ass back and forth, sparking sharp thrills in both of them as she rode his cock with a steady, brisk rhythm.
Marsha loaded her finger with saliva, pressed it against the brown ring of her daughter's asshole and gently worked it into the tight orifice.
Susan had never had anything stuck up her ass, not even something as small as her mother's finger. "God, Mother, that feels so fucking good," she moaned.
Susan gloried in the awareness of Greg's stunning cunt-stretching cock plumbing the depths of her spastic love tunnel and the delicious burning of her mother's alien finger plundering her asshole. She moaned, kissed Greg feverishly and thrust her tongue down his throat. Drawing her head back, she lifted her tits and offered her nipples to him.
"Suck my tits, baby," Susan moaned. "Make me cum! I want to cum so badly."
Marsha reached under Susan's ass with her other hand and toyed with Greg's balls and tickled his ass while she pumped her finger in and out of her daughter's tight little virgin back door.
Greg took a deep breath and grit his teeth, willing himself to resist the terrible urge to unload in Susan's fantastic cunt. He groaned as his stalwart spear created a fierce friction deep inside her and began to lever his hips up and down in response to her fucking. The heady scent of passionate women in heat filled his nostrils. He had never smelled anything so sweet.
Susan rocked and twitched and bounced up and down, moaning with uninhibited enchantment. She arched her back and sank her teeth into his shoulder to vent her tumultuous excitement. She began to shudder and scream softly with unbridled exhilaration as her orgasm burst over her in a crashing wave. Fucking in front of her mother was infinitely more exciting than she expected. Marsha's finger probing her asshole made her mind reel.
She slowed, fastened her lips to Greg's, wiggled and squirmed gently as her orgasm rolled along and ebbed in soft ripples. She broke the kiss, put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, and began to bounce lively on his cock again.
He held onto her hips and matched her rhythm, thrusting fast, raking her hot, quivering cunt walls savagely. She came again, so hard she slumped against him, unable to move. After a moment, she came to her senses and remembered she didn't want him to get so excited he would lose control and dump his load in her cunt. She pushed herself from his lap, slid to the floor and knelt beside her mother.
"God, that was good," she said softly.
"I could tell you really enjoyed it," Marsha said.
She kept her eyes on her daughter as she lifted Greg's cock and began to lick it slowly, cleaning away the residue of Susan's juice.
Susan watched intently, shivering with excitement. She had licked Ryan's cock after he fucked her, so the act itself didn't shock her. Marsha licking her juice from Greg's cock did!
"Tasty," Marsha giggled. She fell back on the floor, her long, lovely legs spread wide, and held out her arms to Greg. "Come on, baby. Now it's our turn."
He knelt between her feet and leaned over, deliberately going slow to let his passion subside. "Your pussy looks mighty tasty, too," he grinned, eyeing Marsha's brown-haired crotch.
"Play with her pussy, Greg," Susan said softly. "Get her all worked up before you fuck her." She sat by her mother, her own legs spread wide open so he could look at her exposed cunt while he did Marsha.
Marsha drew her knees up high and spread them apart so her tits showed. "It's all yours, baby," she panted.
Susan felt a surge of lusty excitement shoot through her. She knew she was going to enjoy every moment of this night. Her mother looked exquisitely erotic in her doubled-up posture, with her hands behind her knees and her cunt tilted high. She slipped a hand down to her crotch and tenderly played with her own clit while she watched the show.
Greg leaned over Marsha and caressed her twat with his right hand and his left hand went to her big-nippled tits. Marsha stared at his cock between her legs, her breathing shallow and swift in anticipation.
"Uuummm," Marsha sighed as his finger went teasingly up and down her wet slit, then slipped into her hot channel.
"I like to play with lovely, hot cunts," Greg said.
"I like mine played with," Marsha moaned. "And it sure is hot!"
His finger went deep, all the way to the last knuckle, and his thumb pressed against her clit. He began to wiggled his finger and thumb and her hips began to hunch automatically. She moaned deeply and tossed her cunt up and down. Her entire body flushed bright red with fervent desire. She glanced at Susan and grinned, ecstatic that her daughter was watching Greg play with her cunt. He added another finger to her slippery hole, kept his thumb on her clit, and began to finger-fuck her methodically, teasingly.
Susan thought she just might go out of her mind with excitement. She spread her legs a little wider and began to strum her clit faster.
"Damn, Marsha, your clit sure is big," Greg said. "Come here, Susan, and look at it. Have you ever seen such a big one?"
"I've never seen any clit!" Susan moaned. Without missing a stroke on her own clit, she scooted over closer on her ass and stared at her mother's pussy.
"Move your finger and spread your cunt open so I can see your clit," Greg said. He looked from one clit to the other and whistled softly. "Boy, yours is as big as hers!"
"like mother, like daughter," Susan giggled.
"Ooohhh, God, you're a mean devil!" Marsha moaned. "I want to cum, but not on your hand."
"Soon, baby, soon." He squeezed her tit very hard as he drove his fingers deep into her cunt.
Marsha bucked furiously, stuck her legs straight in the air, and shook all over. Her boisterous cries of wanton delight assailed their ears. Her entire body began to vibrate. Both of her large tit mounds peaked higher. Her dark, dark nipples popped out, stood tall and proud with arousal. Greg leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. She seized him around the neck and Susan could see their tongues dueling a moment before their lips met.
The bloated knob of his big stiff prick nudged in the hair of Marsha's hot twat. Impulsively, Susan reached down, grasped his cock, and guided it to the mouth of her mother's cunt. Marsha and Susan uttered simultaneous cries of pleasure and excitement as the head worked its way between the gaping lips of her cunt and the shaft began to disappear into the humid gash.
Susan patted Greg on the ass and whispered, "Fuck her, Greg. Fuck my mother good. Pound your cock into her. Fuck her so hard she begs for mercy."
She was tempted to join in by sucking Marsha's tits, but wavered, uncertain about touching her mother so intimately. She went back to playing with her clit as she watched their lustful coupling.
Marsha locked her legs around Greg's waist and thrust her hips up hard, taking the full length of his gratifying lance in one swoop. Greg settled into the luscious saddle between her velvety thighs, sighing with pleasure as her crotch lifted and her greedy love hole swallowed his prick.
"Damn, I can't tell the difference between your cunts," he said. "They're both so tight and hot and slick. I don't know what I did to deserve the chance to fuck you two, but I'm sure glad it happened."
Marsha clung to his shoulders, panted and trembled, ground her jutting tits into his chest. She stared at him affectionately with her wide-open, big brown eyes. The sweet cling of her cunt around his cockshaft sent roaring flames of passion through his body.
Her thighs tightened on his ribs. Her hips bucked as she forced his cock deep into her slickened cunt. She bounced so hard his knob banged into her womb. Her snug cunt squeezed his tensing cock so delectably. He gasped and began to hunch harder.
Marsha fucked with him, panting breathlessly. His magnificent cock was cramming her cunt so full! His big knob was striking deep and hard, just the way Ryan's did. They worked together effortlessly, the glorious slide of their flesh pushing her passions higher and higher. She looked at Susan, kneeling by them, avidly playing with her own pussy as she watched. Marsha smiled at her daughter and thrust her hips up hard.
"Do you like to watch your mother fuck, darling?" Marsha said.
"Oh, God, Mother, I love it!" Susan gasped. "You're so beautiful and so fucking sexy!"
Marsha heard Greg's fierce groan of delight as he met her furious hunches and his prick swelled inside her grasping sheath. She felt the quick stab of her own swelling passion, went off with him, felt his cream gush into her. She went over the last pinnacle of passion and screamed with fulfillment.
Marsha let her legs drop to the floor with a soft thud, limp with sweet exhaustion. She smiled at Greg and Susan. "Ooohhh, that was wonderful, Greg. You fucked me so well!"
"You were terrific," he sighed. "Both of you."
Marsha pulled his head down and kissed him, then pushed him gently, urging him to dismount. He pulled away and his cock came out of her sodden hole with a soft plop.
Marsha sat up and kissed Susan. "Lick his cock, darling," she said.
Without hesitation or question, Susan leaned over Greg and began licking his sticky prick. She finished the job by taking it into her mouth and sucking the dregs of her mother's cunt juice and his cum from his flaccid shaft.
Marsha lay down by Greg and put her arms around him as she watched her daughter. When Susan finished, she lay down on the other side of Greg and also put her arms around him.
"Did you like riding his cock, darling?" Marsha asked. She reached down, gripped Greg's cock and began to stroke it idly.
"Oh, yes, it was marvelous," Susan replied. She added her hand to Greg's cock and helped her mother stroke it. "I came so hard!"
"What did you think of licking his cock after he fucked me?"
"Wild, you sly devil!" Susan said with laugh. "You're up to something, aren't you?"
"His cock is getting hard again," Marsha said.
Susan raised her head, looked at Greg's stiff prick, then looked at her mother, waiting for her to call the shots.
"Want to suck him off?" Marsha asked.
"You bet your sweet ass I do!" Susan exclaimed. "I might not be as good a cocksucker as you, but
I'm not bad."
"Oh, my, I have died and gone to heaven," Greg said happily.
"Greg, you sit on the couch. I'll suck you a little, then Susan can have it. You can hold off for a while, can't you? I don't want you spurting your cum in her mouth as soon as she touches your cock."
"I can hold off. You two excite the hell out of me, but I'll be okay."
Marsha got between Greg's legs and lifted his big cock. Susan moved over by Marsha so she could watch every little detail as her mother sucked his cock. She could always learn something about cocksucking and she suspected her mother was an expert.
Marsha grinned at her daughter as she held the shaft straight up, slid her hand up and down it a couple of times, then took it into her mouth. She sucked for several moments, then pulled back and smacked her lips.
"Hmmm, hot cock tastes so good. Here, darling, you suck it now and I'll watch."
"You don't want to suck him off and eat his cum?" Susan asked.
"No, you take it. I'm sure I've sucked more cock than you have."
Susan replaced Marsha between Greg's legs and gripped his prick. She liked the feel of his stiff rod in her hand. She ran both hands up and down the shaft, caressing it lovingly. Then she rubbed the big knob over her lips and along both cheeks. "I like the way a cock feels. So smooth and silky."
"Not all cocks feel so nice, honey," Marsha said. "Some of them are rough. We picked a good one this time."
Susan opened her mouth wide and slipped the cockhead between her lips. She curled her tongue around the head and shaft as it slid into her mouth. She alternately sucked and ran her tongue around the hot flesh. She tightened her lips on the shaft and began to bob her head up and down.
The carnal atmosphere kept Marsha's emotions at a high point and watching her daughter suck cock turned her on even more, made her hotter and hotter. She put one hand between her legs and slipped two fingers into her wet pussy.
"You are a good cocksucker," Greg muttered.
Marsha sat with her shoulder against the couch, her legs wide-open. Susan glanced down and to the side, looking directly into her mother's slit just as she put her hand back into her crotch.
"Don't mind me, dear. I'll watch while you suck his cock and just play with my clit a little. I like to watch."
Susan continued to suck Greg's cock. As she became more accustomed to the size, she took more of the shaft into her mouth. When she began sliding her hand up and down the stiff shaft while her mouth went up and down, she felt the thick pole start to swell.
Marsha saw the change in Greg's expression and knew he was close to shooting his load. "Do you want him to cum in your mouth, darling?" she asked Susan.
Susan mumbled something unintelligible and nodded her head as well as she could with her mouth full of such a large hunk of male meat. But Marsha got the idea, especially when Susan began bobbing her head up and down faster.
"Let me jack him while you suck," Marsha pleaded, wrapping her hand around the big tool. "I want to feel it when he shoots in your mouth."
Susan moved her hands to the inside of Greg's thighs and caressed him tenderly as she continued to slide her mouth up and down his prick as fast as she could. The edge of Marsha's hand touched her lips each time her head went down.
"He's just about there," Marsha said, her voice quivering with excitement, thrilled to be jacking Greg while Susan sucked him. She had another little raunchy scheme in mind she would put into play as soon as he started cumming. "You should see his face, darling. He looks as if he ready to take the last step on the golden stairway."
Greg jerked his hips off the couch, thrusting more of his prick into Susan's mouth. He didn't intend to gag her. Her mouth just felt so damned good he couldn't control himself. But he didn't do any harm. Susan kept him from going too deep without missing a stroke. When the first spurt of his cum hit the back of her throat, she started swallowing rapidly.
When she felt Greg's cum pumping through his prick, Marsha pulled Susan's head back. Together, they licked up the last of his cum, then Marsha glued her mouth to Susan's, ran her tongue deep into her daughter's mouth and shared his rich essence.
"Look at his cock," Marsha said. "It is all limp again."
"You've worn the damn thing out," Greg said. "I hate to eat and run, but it's getting late and I do have to work tomorrow."
"We understand, honey," Marsha said. "I can't speak for Susan, but I'd like to get together with you again." She grinned mischievously. "Unless you think I'm too old for you."
"I never did think so!" Greg said.
Marsha and Susan sat with their arms around each other, watching Greg dress. When he left, Marsha got up and helped Susan to her feet.
CHAPTER NINE
"I need another shower," Marsha said. "Want to join me? Maybe you'll even sleep with me tonight."
"Yes, I'd like to," Susan said.
Marsha put her arm around Susan as they walked down the hall to the master bedroom. "Did you like sucking his cock and sharing his cum, darling?" she asked.
"Yeah, I like to suck cock and eat cum." Susan smacked her lips and grinned. "Sharing it with you was fun."
Marsha adjusted the water and they got into the shower. "What do you think of Greg? Are you glad I asked him over?"
"Oh, yeah!" Susan replied with enthusiasm. "Riding his cock was much nicer than what we did this morning. Even though jacking off with you was fun."
Without asking, Marsha began to nonchalantly wash Susan. "I saw you playing with your cunny. Did you like watching him fuck me?"
"Oh, yes, Mother. It really turned me on." She shivered when Marsha began to wash her pussy. "I liked you watching me, too. I'm terrible, aren't I?"
"No." She put the washcloth aside and applied soap to Susan's pussy with her bare hand. "I think everyone has a bit of voyeurism and exhibitionism in them. Maybe it's stronger in you and me. There's nothing wrong with that as long as we don't invade someone else's privacy. I wouldn't fuck someone in the middle of the town square, but I sometimes like for other people to watch me. It makes things more fun. Needless to say, I also like to go one-on-one. I suspect you're much the same. Does your pussy feel good?"
"Does it ever! My whole body feels good! Thank you for talking me into partying with you."
"You're welcome. I think one more event will get you over the last of your inhibitions. I'll introduce you to the neighborhood watch group Wednesday night."
"Do you have a lot crime in the neighborhood? What do they have to do with me getting over the last of my inhibitions?"
"This isn't your usual neighborhood watch group, darling." Marsha chuckled sexily. "We don't watch the neighborhood, we watch each other!"
"A swinging group?" Susan exclaimed, startled by the extraordinary revelation. "Oh, Mother, I don't know if I'm ready to be that liberated!"
"There, we're both clean." She turned off the water and began to dry Susan. "I think you are. You didn't have any trouble fucking Greg."
"But you and Greg aren't really a group, Mother!" Susan exclaimed again. "I have no idea how to act at an orgy." She closed her eyes and shivered. "God, I just know I'll be so nervous. My pussy will be so tight, you couldn't even get your finger in it!"
"You fuck and suck at an orgy, darling," Marsha said with a chuckle as she hastily dried her own body. "Some of the members always start things off with a provocative little show to get everyone in the right mood. By the time it's over, you won't be nervous. Besides, once you get your first taste of cock, you'll forget anyone else is in the room. And everyone will be doing the same thing, anyway. Some of them will probably start during the show." She took Susan's hand and led her into the bedroom and got on the bed.
"God, I had no idea you were an orgy girl," Susan said as she lay down and put her arms around her mother. "I should have suspected." She snuggled her face against Marsha's big, firm tits, grinning like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "You said I might know some swingers without being aware of it. You're a schemer, you know."
"I've been called a lot worse!" Marsha laughed.
She put her hand behind Susan's and shifted gently, surreptitiously until Susan's face was nestled between her naked tits. Her ultimate goal was to coax Susan's head between her legs. She wanted her pussy to be the first one her innocent young daughter ate. First, she had to get Susan turned on again.
"I can't get over what a beautiful young woman you've become," Marsha said softly. She gently rubbed her tits around on Susan's cheeks, teasing her nipples into erection.
"Compliment me, compliment yourself," Susan teased, swelling with pride. "I like being with you like this."
Marsha smiled and Susan knew she took enormous pleasure from the remark. Marsha caressed Susan's head and shifted again until one fat, bloated nipple was almost touching her lips.
"We sort of drifted apart after you married, didn't we?"
"David has this thing about in-laws and parents. He thinks they'll still try to run his life if he lets them get too close."
"He has a lot to learn about his mother-in-law," Marsha said. "We'll have to see if we can't persuade him otherwise." She had her own plan in mind, which she knew would change his mind if he had a pair of balls and liked pussy.
"Mother, may I suck your tit?" Susan asked timidly, her voice as soft as a summer breeze.
"Please do, darling, I'd like that," Marsha replied.
She put one hand under her tit and guided her nipple to Susan's mouth and let out a big sigh when the tip disappeared between her daughter's lips. She continued to caress Susan's head tenderly while the girl suckled.
Momentarily releasing her mother's taut nipple, Susan whispered, "Sucking your nipple seems so natural. Do you like to suck a woman's tits?"
"I like it very much, darling. I'll suck yours after while."
Susan enthusiastically licked and sucked each nipple until both were like hard rubber and pointing out like bullets. "Your nipples are so fat. I like having them in my mouth." She rolled Marsha onto her back, slid on top of her, then knelt between her open legs and gazed lovingly at her mother's voluptuous body. "So pretty," she murmured. "So pretty."
Marsha was aware she could soon have Susan's face in her pussy with only a little urging. She anticipated how it would feel when her daughter began to suck her cunt and shivered. "Tell me how you feel right now," she said.
"Sort of giddy. Maybe even a little foolish. But happy." Susan took a deep breath and looked her mother square in the eye. "I know why you wanted me to lick Greg's cock after he fucked you, Mother. And I know what you want me to do now. I want to. I really do, but I'm a little scared."
"Don't be, darling. Just take your time. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. I won't push you or be upset, whatever you do.
"I like what we're doing. I really do. Somehow, deep down, I feel it isn't right, but I don't care. I really like what we're doing."
"Some people might criticize us, but they probably don't have much fun anyway," Marsha said softly. "They are so hung up about sex, they have to sneak around and hide what they really want to do. What you want is okay. Just don't ever try to force someone else to do what they don't like. And that includes David. He must want it as much as you do, or it will destroy your relationship." She caressed Susan's head and gave her a big smile.
"I thought I would be too embarrassed to fuck in front of you. Boy, was I wrong! My whole life seemed to change when I sat down on Greg's cock while you held it for me." Susan took a nipple into her mouth and started to suckle again.
Marsha's cunt ached for her daughter's mouth and tongue in her cunt. She understood what was going through Susan's mind. She felt the same way the first time she went down on another woman. She encouraged Susan to continue by caressing her head and murmuring happily.
"Oh, yes, darling, suck your mother's tits. My pussy gets so wet when someone sucks my tits. Your mouth feels so good on my nipples. So gooooood!"
The tone of Marsha's cooing voice and her words clearly expressed her keen desire as Susan sucked first one nipple and then the other, her behavior becoming more and more ardent. Marsha shivered with desire and goose bumps popped up all over her silky skin.
With an audible sigh of passion, Susan sucked and licked her mother's rock-hard nipples. Her right hand stole hesitantly across Marsha's firm belly and into the soft brown fleece surrounding her mother's pussy. She kissed each of Marsha's nipples, lifted her head and smiled timidly. "I love you, Mother," she whispered.
"Oh, darling, I love you, too," Marsha said. "You are so precious."
Susan fastened her lips to Marsha's for a tongue-searching soul kiss. Her tongue darted and probed and explored the interior of her mother's mouth as she genfly parted the folds of flesh at the top of her mother's hairy seam. The unique experience of kissing a woman's soft lips and touching another woman's pussy for the very first time enchanted her beyond words.
Wild sensations flooded her mind as she kissed her mother passionately and pressed her finger deeper into Marsha's gash. She knew beyond a doubt she was going to replace her finger with her tongue in a few minutes. She began to tremble visibly and her breath came in short, deep pants as the anticipation made her fervor mount.
Her tongue plunged deep into her mother's hot, humid mouth and her finger slide into Marsha's hot, sopping love hole and matched the actions of her tongue. The similarity of the two orifices, each so wet and warm and slick, delighted Susan. Growing much bolder, she gently rolled the stud of her mother's big clit beneath her finger.
Marsha's hips churned and bucked wildly in response. "Oooooo!" she murmured happily.
Languidly, Susan licked Marsha's chin, along her throat, and down her neck until her face was again between her mother's tits. Taking the bountiful mounds in her hands, she pressed them to her cheeks, delighting in the feel of the warm, sumptuous flesh on her face.
"I love your big tits," Susan whispered.
"You're making me feel so fucking good," Marsha replied in an equally soft murmur.
Susan slid lower and dragged her broad, wet tongue down her mother's body until she reached her belly button. Daintily, she speared her sharp-pointed tongue into the deep indentation. Marsha signaled her pleasure with hard shivers and firm pressure on the back of Susan's head.
Susan licked lower on her mother's fine flavored flesh, leaving a wide wet trail of saliva. Pausing at the hairline above Marsha's mound, she rubbed her nose and lips through the curly brown hair.
Marsha's hips came off the bed and she pushed on Susan's head, urging her to go lower. "Oh, darling, you're really turning me on," Marsha moaned. "Kiss my pussy, darling! Put your mouth on my cunt, please!"
Susan's deliberate, glorious licking had driven her nearly crazy. The fierce ache between her legs had to be satisfied. She wanted Susan's mouth on her cunt now, before she changed her mind. She calmed down enough to realize Susan had already indicated she was going to eat her darling mother's pussy. She wouldn't have gone this far if she didn't intended to take the final step and put her tongue in it and taste pussy for the first time. Still, the ache in her cunt made Marsha wish her daughter would get to the heart of the matter without delay.
"Oh, darling, you must lick my cunt before I go absolutely mad!" Marsha whimpered.
Susan had other ideas. Now that she had made up her mind to eat her mother, she wasn't going to let anyone or anything rush her. With excruciating deliberateness, she licked back and forth across the top of Marsha's slit, just above her clit. First, she would tease her mother a little, relish her own previously unexplored sensuality before she put her mouth over Marsha's steamy snatch and dined on her sumptuous sex flesh.
"Oh, darling, please, suck my cunt," Marsha moaned. "Lick my clit.. .suck me off! Don't make me wait any longer, darling! Get me off before I ge completely crazy!"
Susan moved a little lower, stuck her tongue way out and teased Marsha by passing the tip lightly over her rigid love button. As lightly as a butterfly landing on a delicate flower, she fluttered her tongue up and down, not touching her mother's blood-gorged clit with enough pressure to bring relief.
"For God's sake, darling, eat my cunt before you drive me out of my fucking mind!" Marsha wailed.
She grabbed the back of Susan's head and yanked down hard. She heard Susan chuckling mischievously as she buried her mouth in the combination of crisp curls and gooey cunt flesh. A deep, deep sigh of relief exploded from her throat. At long last, she had her daughter's mouth in her aching, sopping slit. Jerking her hips up, she tilted her gaping cunt up so Susan's tongue could reach everything from her asshole to her clit.
"Suck your mother's cunt, darling! Oh, yes, baby, suck it good and make me cum!"
Susan stopped teasing now. She knew how she wanted David to eat her out, but never did, so she knew how to eat her mother's cunt. She put her hands behind Marsha's knees, pushed her legs back and apart, opening her crotch wide, then began eagerly licking her mother's entire snatch.
Marsha grabbed her legs and held them up. Using both hands, Susan spread her cunt wide open and began to lick the juicy interior of her sizzling slit.
Marsha gasped, caught her breath, and asked, "Is that the way David eats your pussy?"
Susan lifted her head and said, "No, it's the way I wish he would eat me."
"Then you have to tell him, darling. He can't read your mind."
Susan tongued and sucked the swollen bud of Marsha's clitoris into more rigid, sensitive state. She sucked the big spike of distended flesh between her lips and swirled her tongue around it avidly. Marsha's moans became louder and more constant.
"Oh, darling, I adore having my clit licked. It gets so fucking hard and sensitive!"
Marsha's hips settled into a rhythmic rocking. She caressed her tits for a moment, then began to pull and twist her nipples until they throbbed. Her own nipple manipulation and the electric shocks from Susan's tongue on her clit had her awash with passion.
Suddenly, she planted her feet firmly On the bed and lifted her ass high. She began to churn her hips furiously as she rushed headlong toward orgasm, heaving and jerking in constant motion.
"Oh, baby, you're licking my cunt so well!" Marsha wailed. "Nibble my clit, darling! Bite it, make me cum!"
Susan glanced up from between her mother's legs, saw Marsha mauling her tits, and intensified the fervor of her cunt lapping. She drove her tongue as deeply as she could into her mother's drenched love hole and savored the flavor of her delectable, rich cunt nectar.
Marsha's hips began to gyrate wildly, twisting around and around and humping up and down. "Oh, yes, darling, you're getting your mother's cunt so well! I'm cumming, darling, I'm cumming.. .oh.. .oh.. .don't stop, baby, don't stop! Aaaaaahhhhhh!"
Her eyes rolled up in her head and her body went into spasms as her orgasm built to a crashing crescendo. She locked her legs around Susan's head and thumped her ass thumped against the floor.
Susan pressed her hands into Marsha's belly to keep her from getting away. She continued to pummel her mother's clit with her tongue as she greedily sucked up the delicious juice gushing from her hairy hole.
Finally, Marsha's delirious sensations began to subside. She opened her legs and let them fall to the bed, totally spent. Susan's neck muscles were sore from trying to stay with her mother's wildly gyrating cunt, but she felt immense pride for the way she ate Marsha out. And it was her first time!
She gazed fondly at her mother's gaping cunt, ran the tip of her tongue lightly through the full length of the drizzling to get one last taste, then kissed it affectionately.
CHAPTER TEN
"Did I please you, Mother?" Susan asked softly, knowing full well she had, but seriously wanting Marsha's approval. "Did I do it right?"
"Oh, God, yes!" Marsha exclaimed. She ran her hand over the top of Susan's head, then pulled her up and hugged her lovingly. Sighing deeply once again, she held her daughter close and smoothed her red tresses. "If it had been any better, I would have died. I think I cum better when my clit is licked than I do when I fuck. I couldn't tell you haven't been eating pussy for years."
Susan settled her face between her tits. "Are you happy now that you've totally debauched your daughter?" she asked teasingly.
Marsha patted Susan's head. "My daughter, the accomplished cunt sucker," she giggled.
"This has turned out to be one hell of a night." Susan giggled. "How long have you been bi?"
"Years," Marsha admitted. "I had my first encounter with another woman when I was twenty. She was older, my girlfriend's mother. She turned us both on at the same time one afternoon. She ate us, we ate her and we ate each other. Then we formed a circle and ate each other, changing around after each orgasm. We even sat in a circle and jacked off. I took to it right away, just the way you did. They both said I was a natural. Just as you are."
"Do I detect a hint of similarity here? A mother turning her daughter on to eating pussy and the daughter turning out to be very good at it?"
Marsha grinned. "Yeah, I guess you do. My girlfriend wasn't that good, though. I think she did it just to please her mother and me. I wanted to turn you on a long time ago, but never found the right time."
Susan gave her mother a quick kiss. "I'm glad you waited. I probably would have freaked out sooner. Did Daddy know you were bi?"
"No. I should have told him, but I was afraid he would think I was some sort of pervert. My girlfriend's mother had the same problem. That's why she turned us on to pussy. She couldn't tell her husband, and didn't want to approach any of her friends, because they might get upset and say something that would get back to her husband. I kept her satisfied for a couple of years, then they moved away. I always hoped she found someone in the new town. She really liked doing it with women. I never did ask her if she liked cock as much.
"I always felt so guilty about sneaking around behind your father's back, but I liked making love with women so well and I didn't want to stop. Who knows, if I had told him, maybe we would had a better sex life. Even with his prudish attitude, I'm sure he occasionally saw other women he thought about fucking. I could have helped him seduce them, and we both would have had fun."
"Do you think I should tell David that I fucked Ryan and Greg and went down on you?"
"Yes, but only if and when you find the right moment. If you like our neighborhood watch group, maybe you can talk him into attending with you. If he agrees, he probably won't be upset when you tell him about Ryan and Greg."
"But he isn't here, Mother, and I don't know how to get him to take the promotion and move. I'm sure there are swing groups where we live, but I have no idea how to find them."
"Someone in my group will probably know swingers where you live," Marsha said. "But don't give up hope about getting him to move here. Why don't you ask him to come up this weekend? Maybe I can help you talk him into moving. I need to talk to him anyway, reassure him that I'm not a typical mother-in-law."
"God, you're anything but typical!" Susan chuckled. She tickled her fingers over Marsha's nipples. "All this talk about eating pussy is making me hot. Didn't you say something earlier about sucking my tits?"
"Yeah, I seem to remember saying something about that." Marsha grinned. "Is that all you want me to do?" she teased.
Susan grabbed one of her mother's nipples and tweaked it hard. "You know better than that, you devil. I fucked two men before I met David. Only one of them ate my pussy, and he didn't do it very well. At least I didn't cum very hard. I always cum when David sucks me off, but not as hard as I do when we fuck. I didn't know how it felt to really enjoy a tongue until Ryan ate me out. Now I want to see if I like it as much with a woman."
"I eat pussy better than Ryan, honey," Marsha said. "I had to teach him the finer points of clit licking."
"Then stop talking about it and show me what you taught him," Susan said.
"I'll also teach you a lot of other ways women fuck, my darling," Marsha replied.
"Do you have a dildo, or whatever they're called?"
"I call them toys." Marsha's hand glided smoothly between Susan's thighs. "I have a beautiful dildo that looks and feels just like a real cock that fits into a harness, a double-headed dong we can fuck each other with at the same time and several vibrators of different sizes and shapes."
A sweet ache spread from her crotch to her tits and Susan opened her legs. "Why does your dildo fit into a harness? Why do you have vibrators different sizes and shapes?"
"One question at a time," Marsha giggled. "The dildo fits into a harness so a woman can wear it and fuck just like a man."
"Oh, wow! You mean I can have a cock, even if it is fake, and fuck you the way a man does?"
"Exactly. My vibrators are different sizes and shapes so I can have a little variety when I do myself. I have a set of graduated sizes that I used to break in my ass before I let a man fuck me there."
"You take it up the ass?" Susan blurted, stunned by the disclosure. "God, that must hurt like hell!"
"Not if you're properly prepared," Marsha said.
Susan giggled. "I really don't know you, Mother. But I sure as hell want to!"
"I love it up the ass if the man knows what he's doing." Marsha pushed herself up on one elbow and licked Susan's nipples. "You will too when I get through with you. I can make you into a lover who will drive David crazy."
"Oh, yes, Mother, please do! David will love you for it, and so will I!"
"David is going to have a lot to love me for," Marsha said cryptically.
She aimed her mouth at her daughter's. Susan's tongue darted out quickly and touched her mother's a moment before their lips met. Marsha let the tender morsel slide into her mouth as she put her lips lightly against Susan's. Their lush lips slowly joined in a soft and deliciously provocative kiss. Marsha teased the satiny vee between her daughter's shapely thighs as she thrust her tongue into Susan's mouth.
"Mmmmmm," Susan breathed, overwhelmed by the sudden sensations engulfing her.
She lifted her hand to her mother's hefty, firm tit, thrust her cunt at Marsha's hand and sucked hard on her tongue. Her clit tingled so sweetly. She felt an orgasm already beginning deep in her belly.
Marsha's nipples erected delightfully under Susan's deft finger play. She rubbed her palm lovingly over her daughter's sappy, hot twat. Her own clit stiffened and shot lascivious thrills through her body. Susan might be new to the game of sapphic love, but Marsha knew she had all the lust and eagerness her voluptuous body promised.
Susan's luxurious lips writhed against her mother's. Her tongue fluttered sensually inside Marsha's mouth. Her shapely ass lifted and twisted and a lusty shiver went through her body.
Marsha withdrew her tongue and they lip-kissed amorously, their hands exploring and titillating-the kind of closeness women covet and men seldom pursue long enough to get a woman really turned on. Women have an instinct for such intimacy, whether with a man or another woman.
Women cherish and snuggle and embrace, cuddle and nuzzle and fondle, letting the anticipation build, bringing their partner to the peak of readiness, pleasing each other as much in foreplay as they do in the actual sex act.
"Mmmmmm," Susan muttered. "I like making out with you."
"I can't stand men who give your nipples a couple of licks, stick their finger in you to see if you're wet, then shove it to you," Marsha said.
"Your body feels absolutely wonderful against mine," Susan breathed. She hunched at her mother's hand as she fondled Marsha's warm tits.
"Are you ready to cum?"
"Yes! Oh, God, yes!"
Marsha crawled between her daughter's velvety thighs. Their cunts met, hot wet slit against hot wet slit, and melded. Nipple matched nipple, then four tits mashed tightly together.
Susan gasped and began to buck, not waiting for Marsha to take the lead. She needed to cum so badly! She threw her arms around her mother, curled her crotch up, and squirmed her juicy box wantonly against Marsha's slick gash. She had never fucked another woman, but she instinctively knew what to do.
"Ohhhhhh, it feels so good!" Susan squealed. "Fuck me, Mother! Fuck me!"
"Superb soft cunt," Marsha whispered. "I'm going to fuck you until you eyes pop. Just hang and enjoy, darling!"
"I'm already enjoying!" Susan wailed.
Their mouths met, jammed together. Their tongues plunged and dueled. Marsha was as hungry as Susan. Getting a girl who had never fucked another woman, then finding her so hot and eager, was wildly satisfying. Her daughter's enthusiastic response stoked the fire of lust in her furnace.
Susan pulled her mouth away and stared at Marsha. "I'm going to cum, Mother," she said softly, her panting causing her to pause between words.
"Good, darling," Marsha whispered. "Let it out. Give me your cum. You're a fantastic fuck, darling. Hove your cunt!"
Susan felt the spike of her mother's clit. She squirmed and fit her own tense girl cock snugly to it. Her nipples stiffened. Her thighs began to tremble. Her clit was so hard, it almost hurt! She tightened her arms around Marsha's neck; stared into her mother's face with wide eyes and began to hunch her ass tumultuously. She began to whimper passionately, the sound coming from deep in her chest.
Then she cried out urgently, shrilly, as the searing stings of a hard climax lanced through her. Her legs began to quiver spastically. Her ass began to jitterbug in all directions at the same time.
Marsha clung to Susan and continued to hunch her cunt, scrubbing clit against clit, driving her horny daughter through the intense orgasm. Susan's frenzied movement brought on her own climax. They shook and quaked and writhed together, consumed with lust. Panting and hunching and squealing, they soared over the peak, then gradually slowed and finally stopped their frantic gyrations. Their movements became soft and gentle as they basked in the warm afterglow of their earthy bliss.
"Oh, Mother," Susan sighed. "That was wonderful! Was it good for you, too?"
Marsha snickered. "That's a man's line, isn't it? I came as hard as you did."
She sat beside Susan and her fingers began to drift leisurely over her body with a bare hint of pressure, moving up and down her sides, over her shoulders and down her stomach. Her fingers circled and danced over Susan's, looking for the sensitive spots that would elicit the most response.
Susan whimpered and trembled as Marsha caressed her lower belly, near the triangle of hair covering her plump mound. She sighed deeply and spread her legs wider. Marsha traced the lips of Susan's pussy with one finger as she began to knead one of her daughter's hefty tits. She squeezed the nipple into a sharp point, leaned over, and touched the tip of her tongue to the puckered flesh. Susan shuddered and whimpered with pleasure.
"What do you want me to do now, darling?" Marsha murmured from the side of her mouth, her voice slightly muffled by Susan's nipple. "Do you want me to suck your pussy?"
"Oh, yes," Susan whispered. "Lick my clit! Fuck me with your tongue, Mother!"
Marsha dragged her tongue down Susan's body and across her flat stomach. A ripple of sensation passed through Susan as she realized who was about to eat her pussy. Marsha rolled between Susan's splayed legs and burrowed her face between her daughter's thighs.
Susan spread her thighs wider, opening herself for Marsha's kisses, surrendering her secret garden of pleasure to a woman's mouth and tongue-her mother's mouth and tongue!-for the first time in her life. Her pussy felt so damned good!
Marsha pressed her head deeper between the firm, satiny columns of flesh caressing her cheeks. She stiffened her tongue and probed her daughter's sweet snatch. The tip penetrated and Susan shivered. She jiggled her tongue and slid it deeper into Susan's slick slot. Then she began to lick her daughter's cunt from end to end, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue extended to its maximum length and pressed into a broad, flat surface.
Susan uttered a choked gurgle that instantly became a loud moan. Her mother's broad tongue felt like a river of molten fire in her crotch, igniting every nerve ending in her body. When Marsha opened her mouth wide and covered her pussy, Susan let out a yell that rattled the windows. The yell became a wail of passion when Marsha's tongue landed on her clit and began to flutter furiously.
Marsha slipped two fingers into Susan's cunt as she continued to stroke the hard morsel of flesh with her tongue. Susan began to buck frantically and leaped over the last step of the golden stairway and through the gates of paradise.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Susan was more fidgety than a cat on a hot tin roof all day Wednesday. She was simultaneously afraid the day would never end and terrified it wouldn't! She had to admit her mother had prepared her physically for an orgy. The mental part was what worried her. She knew she would be so nervous she would be about as popular as a fly in a punch bowl.
She calmed her nerves with a retrospection of the past two days. Marsha had kept her word and Susan spent two glorious days learning everything her mother knew about making love to a woman.
In addition to the oral and manual activities, they took turns fucking each other with the dildo, humping on the double-ended dildo, and used every vibrator Marsha owned, both on themselves and each other. Marsha had also broken in Susan's asshole so she was physically prepared to take a cock up the ass, if and when the opportunity ever presented itself.
Marsha reassured Susan often during the day, but still she had trouble getting into her dress, which was all Marsha said she could wear. She even fell off her high-heeled sandals!
"What if no one-likes me, Mother?" she asked nervously as they drove the few blocks to the house where the group was meeting that night. She had vetoed the suggestion that they walk. She knew her knees would collapse before she got half a block. "What if I make an absolute fool of myself?"
"You have a habit of asking two separate questions at the same time," Marsha replied, chuckling softly. "Believe me, you'll meet a lot of people, men and women, who will like you. Unless you go wild and piss all over the hostess, you won't make a fool of yourself."
"What if a man who doesn't appeal to me wants to fuck me? Isn't everyone expected to fuck anyone who wants them at an orgy?"
"No. You don't have to do anything with anyone. If someone or some act doesn't appeal to you, politely say no and move on. If someone gets too persistent or obnoxious, they're immediately asked to leave and told to never come back. We get together to fuck, darling, but we're don't forget our manners. In fact, I've found people at an orgy much more polite than they are at a cocktail party. Good form, cleanliness and common sense etiquette are very important. Relax. You'll enjoy yourself."
"Easy for you to say," Susan muttered. "This isn't your first time."
"I was just as nervous my first time, darling. Ryan took me, and I was sure I wouldn't leave his side all night." Marsha laughed mirthfully. "Wouldn't you know, I literally climbed all over the first man who spoke to me. Then I had to try everything with everyone. Ryan had to pick me up and carry me home. We must have made quite a sight toddling down the street, me half-dressed and limp as a rag doll."
"I'll be lucky if no one even notices me," Susan said ruefully. "I just know I'm going to make a real ass of myself."
Susan did much better than she expected. She got through meeting the host and hostess without difficulty and even fared well during the brief cocktail period before the show started. Of course, everyone was still dressed, more or less, which made it easier.
She nearly lost her nerve when she had to leave her dress at the door on the way into what the hostess called their party room. She felt ridiculous walking around naked, wearing high heels.
The seductive scent of incense hung heavily in the air. Susan quickly found a seat on a plush sofa, hoping Marsha would sit with her. Her heart fell into her stomach when a naked man sat down on each side of her.
She stared at the low platform in the center of the room, trying to figure out its purpose. Nervously, she quickly glanced at each man, then back at the platform, and sucked in her breath.
A beautiful woman stood in the middle of the platform, feet apart, hands on her hips, wearing a short red silk robe that barely covered her shapely ass and arrogantly jutting thirty-eight inch breasts. She had a coy, seductive smile on her face. She stood proudly, looking slowly around the room--wanton, raw sex personified-as she repeatedly dipped a finger in her twat, then putting it in her mouth and slowly sucking the pussy juice from it.
The room lights dimmed and sounds came from the stereo-erotic sounds of heavy fucking and sucking rather than music.
Susan felt herself getting very excited. She had no idea what the woman was going to do, but just her sultry aura and suggestive behavior was stimulating.
"Who is she?" Susan whispered, not expecting an answer.
"My wife, Laura," the man on her right said. "Isn't she something?"
"Exquisite," Susan said.
"Oh, I'm Roger. The guy on your left is Peter."
Roger made no effort to shake hands, so neither did Susan. She immediately felt more relaxed, however, being able to put names to the men. "Hello, Roger. Hello, Peter. I'm Susan."
"Haven't seen you here before," Peter said. "And believe me, I would remember you! I don't forget any beautiful, sexy woman I meet. This your first time?"
Roger's compliment made Susan feel totally at ease. At least one man liked her! She smiled and said, "Yes." For a moment, she pondered how to identify her mother, then said, "My mother, Marsha, brought me."
"So she finally found the right time to approach you," Roger said. "She's been talking about you for weeks. Whoa, here we go. We'll talk more later. I don't want to miss any of the show."
Laura turned her back to them, bent way over and shot a lascivious "fuck me" smile between her long legs. She straightened up, deftly slipped out of her robe and let it fall to the platform. She turned back around, spread her legs wide and knelt. Her thick thatch of brown pubic hair was neatly trimmed into the shape of the ace of spades.
Without looking, Laura reached down by the platform and picked up a fourteen-inch, monstrously thick vibrator that not only moved in and out like a piston, but also made small, circular motions as it hummed and vibrated.
"My God, that thing is stupendous," Susan breathed. "Surely she can't put it in her!"
"Oh, yes, she can," Roger said. "She can also walk around the room holding a pencil in her pussy."
"Unbelievable," Susan said.
Laura moaned softly as she worked the vibrator over her gorgeous body, paying special attention to her jutting tits. Her ruby-red areolae were as big as silver dollars, and her fleshy nipples stuck out like bullets. She ran the vibrator over one tit as she lifted the other heavy mound to her mouth to lick and suck her nipples, leaving them shiny with saliva.
Turning her attention to her steaming crack, she ran the pulsating dildo up and down her soggy lips and over her clit, moaning louder all the time. Then she lifted the juice-slick dildo to her sensual mouth and licked it clean. Her twat and the inside of her thighs glistened from the flow of her pussy juice.
She set the vibrator on full speed and slowly guided the massive knob into her cunt, effortlessly taking all fourteen inches. Then she slowly pulled it almost all the way out. Using both hands, she rammed the big fucker in and out of her oily hole. Her long cunt lips were stretched so tightly around the massive dildo they looked as if they might break.
"Oh, God, how exciting!" Susan whispered. Without thinking, she reached into Roger and Peter's lap, took a cock in each hand, and began to pull them vigorously. "God, this is really turning me on!"
"Don't pull it off," Roger said.
Susan looked at him, at first not understanding what he meant, then realized what she was doing. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said. She started to take her hand away.
Roger caught it and wrapped her fingers back around his shaft. "You can play with it. Just don't try to pull it out by the roots. I have plans for it later."
Susan grinned and said, "I sure as hell hope so!" She looked back at Laura as she continued to stroke both cocks, with more finesse this time.
Laura left the gargantuan vibrator pulsating and churning deep inside her cunt, using her well-conditioned vaginal muscles to hold it in as she spun around quickly on her knees and elbows and stuck her luscious ass up in the air. Everyone had a clear view as she slipped her middle finger into her slit and began playing with her clit while the dildo hummed away in her cunt.
Susan felt two different hands slinking up the inside of her thighs. She kept her eyes on Laura and spread her legs. The hands moved into her crotch. Two fingers slid into her drenched hole and two fingers captured her clit. She slumped a little lower and began to hunch her cunt as an orgasm began to stir deep in her belly.
Laura's entire body began to shudder in an orgasm so fierce it brought tears to her eyes. She shook her head and her beautiful mane of brown hair swirled around her face. A look of pure, unadulterated lust covered her beautiful face.
Watching the lascivious woman's hips and ass undulate and listening to her wailing out loud like a wild woman kicked Susan's emotions higher. She glanced around, looking for her mother.
Marsha sat on another sofa a few feet away, between a man and a woman. She had the man's cock in one hand and her other hand in the woman's crotch. The man was playing with her tits, and the woman was fingering her pussy.
Susan glanced quickly to her right, then her left, then back at Laura. "Suck my tits," she muttered. "I'm going to cum."
Roger and Peter each took a nipple and began to suck avidly. Roger finger-fucked her harder and Peter agitated her clit faster.
The licentious sound of several other women moaning and squealing in orgasm sent Susan over the edge. Her climax was long and hard, so powerful she couldn't keep her eyes open. Much to her regret. She wanted to watch everything Laura did. Her orgasm had a side benefit, however. It freed her of the last smidgen of reticence. She opened her eyes and looked at Laura. She hadn't missed a thing.
The vibrator in Laura's cunt continued to drive her wild with lust. Caught up in another orgasm, she writhed and squirmed in response to the incredible onslaught. She had both hands on her tits, playing with her nipples. Her cries rose to a near wail as she went off like crazy again. Her entire body bucked and jerked wildly, as if shocked by a powerful jolt of electricity.
"Somebody fuck me," Susan whimpered. "Anybody! Everybody!"
Roger lifted her legs onto the couch and knelt between them. Peter got on his knees astraddle her head and stuck his cock in her mouth as Roger rammed his cock into her steaming snatch.
Susan came immediately. In her furious excitement, she wasn't even aware that she tried to swallow all of Peter's dick. She was really getting into it when both men withdrew.
"Oh, no!" she wailed. "Don't leave me!"
"We aren't," Peter said. "We're just changing places. Roger says you have a terrific cunt and I want to fuck it."
Totally engrossed by her orgasm, Susan hadn't heard anyone say anything. She didn't care if they recited the pledge of allegiance as long as they continued to fuck her.
And fuck her they did. She had one orgasm after the other, and every time she came, the men switched places. Just when she thought she would lose her mind if she came again, one man filled her mouth with sperm and the other one loaded up her cunt. She didn't know who came where, and couldn't have cared less!
The men dismounted and someone pulled her into a sitting position. She felt a mouth on her pussy and looked down to see Laura busily sucking the cum out of her gooey hole. Then Marsha kissed her and ran her tongue down her throat to get a share of the cum she had eaten.
Things got better, if possible. The furniture was pulled into a big circle, and as the newcomer, Susan had the pleasure of going around the room, giving each pussy several licks, each cock several sucks, and sitting on each cock for ten strokes until she came again. She cheated and came on each cock! The overall experience nearly blew her mind.
In the car on the way back home, Marsha said, "I don't need to ask if you enjoyed yourself."
"I had a ball!" Susan giggled.
"More like a couple of dozen," Marsha said. "How many men did you fuck?"
"I have no idea. Nor do I know how many pussies I sucked. Laura's show would have been enough to give a brass monkey a hard-on. Having two cocks to play with and getting finger-fucked by two men while I watched her got me so excited I seemed to lose all control. Guess I was as wild as you were at your first orgy. I didn't do anything to embarrass you, did I?"
"Good lord, no!" Marsha hastily assured her. She pulled into the garage and gave Susan a kiss before getting out of the car. "I was very proud of you. I am very proud of you. I don't think you're inhibited any longer."
"If I am, I can't tell it," Susan said happily. In the house, she went directly to the liquor cabinet and fixed two drinks. "I'm going to call David tomorrow. Ask him to take a three-day weekend and come up here. I want to meet him on neutral ground and get everything worked out."
She gave Marsha a drink and sat down across from her. "Who would you recommend I ask to fuck me while my darling husband watches? Not Ryan or Greg. I want someone new. Someone I haven't already had. I'm not going to tell David what I've been doing and I don't want some guy talking out of school and letting the cat out of the bag."
"Do you remember Ingrid?"
"She was the little blonde who looked as if half of her weight was hanging on her chest, wasn't she? She exudes sex, but I don't think David had in mind watching another woman fuck me with a dildo."
"She has a brother, Arne, a big blond hunk with a gorgeous cock. He wasn't there tonight. He would be perfect. If David doesn't get green-eyed watching him fuck you, nothing will make him jealous. Just in case you're interested, Ingrid is a skillful photographer. Both still and video. She specializes in erotic photos and videos. Many in the group use her when they want to record keepsakes."
"Hey, there's an idea," Susan said. "David might like a sexy video to remind him of the first time I fucked another man in front of him." She paused and frowned. "I remember doing a sixty-nine with Ingrid while a couple of guys fucked us from behind. Kind of interesting watching a cock slide in and out of her pussy while I licked her clit. She won't talk out of turn, will she?"
Marsha filed away the information for future use. "No way. She's a paragon of discretion."
It suddenly dawned on Susan that Ingrid and Arne were brother and sister. "What about their relationship? That won't get in the way, will it? I mean, I don't want Arne to be inhibited because his sister is watching and videotaping the event. Whoever I chose has to give me the fucking of my life. David is going to get what he wants, in spades."
Marsha smiled. "Honey, they put on the show shortly after I joined the group. One of the best I've ever seen. They got everyone so charged up, we had one of the best parties ever." She grinned. "Until tonight, when you got them even more charged up."
"Guess it runs in the family," Susan quipped. "Then it's settled. I'll tell you when after I talk to David. Should I take him to a motel?"
"Why not use my bedroom? The mirror on the ceiling might interest him. I don't mind getting lost for one night. Ryan is always available when I need an escort."
"Or a ride on a nice cock," Susan said with a grin. She stood and stretched like a contented pussy cat. "I'm going to take a shower and get my ass to bed. I'll sleep with you if you like, but I'm worn out, so don't expect any wild romping."
"How about some tame romping?"
"You are insatiable." Susan held out her hand.
"Come on, I should be good for one mild round of clit licking."
"I'm no more insatiable than you are, honey," Marsha said. "Don't be too sure about only one round."
Susan discovered she was just as insatiable as her mother when it came to orgasms, and that Marsha was right about not being able to stop with only one round. She went to sleep a couple of hours later, finally totally exhausted for sure, with her finger in her mother's pussy and a nipple in her mouth.
CHAPTER TWELVE
David agreed to taking a three-day weekend only after Susan assured him several times that Marsha wasn't going to land on him with both feet.
"I'll be there tonight," he said. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too, darling. I have some good news for you," she said coyly.
"Oh? Tell me now," he said eagerly. "Is it what I think?
"Maybe, maybe not," she teased. "You have to wait until tonight to find out. I want to see your face when I tell you, and I can't do that on the phone. Remember the restaurant where you proposed to me? I'll make reservations there. I don't want to be up to my elbows cooking dinner, then cleaning up our first night back together. I know it's been only a few days, but it seems like months. Can you make it by seven?"
"Easily. It's only forty miles."
"Well, drive carefully. I don't want anything to happen to you."
"You know I'm a careful driver. I'll leave in plenty of time," he assured her.
Un-like her feeling of apprehension when getting ready for her first orgy, Susan felt much more confident and calm getting ready to meet her husband.
As she bathed, she speculated about how she would tell David what she had done while visiting her mother. She chuckled to herself. Some of it, most of it when she thought about it, was kind of kinky. Learning from her mother about eating pussy, for instance! And her darling husband wasn't a kinky man.
Describe a Volvo, and you described David at the same time-solid, dependable, always there when you needed him. In fact, when you got right down to it, he could be absolutely boring at times. Maybe his stodgy manner, and not his puzzling request that she let him watch her fuck another man, was at the base of their disagreement.
If he isn't a kinky man, why does he want me to fuck another man while he watches, she asked herself. Is he trying to tell me something important, something I missed in the heat of our argument? Does he really want us to do a threesome with another woman, but is afraid I would think it too kinky? Maybe he simply took a roundabout way by asking me to fuck another man first, figuring he could then suggest introducing another woman as sort of a tit for tat.
Damn, why didn't I take the time to pursue the matter with him before I ran home to mother? But then, if I had, we'd still be mired in the same mud. I had to come here, to get rid of my inhibitions before I could give him what he wants.
Well, if he wants to watch me fuck another man so he can bring another woman to bed with us, I'll just turn the tables on him-we'll do both! I'll fuck Arne while he watches, then he can fuck Ingrid while I watch! Maybe right afterward will be the best time to reveal my bawdy little secrets.
Wonder how he'll take the news that I've already fucked other men. Don't want him to go off the deep end and spoil all my well-laid plans. Maybe I'd better let things slip out a little at a time, in the heat of the moment. Dumping it all on him at once would be like hitting him in the face with a dead fish.
My dear mother keeps lurking around the edges, dropping little hints. I suspect she has some kinky scheme of her own waiting in the wings. Whatever it is, it has to include some good sex, so I'm all for it.
She went to her bedroom, dabbed David's favorite perfume behind her ears, on her wrists, in the hollow of her neck, between her breasts and around her pussy. She put on a garter belt and sheer hose and slipped into a pair of scanty panties. Normally, she wore the panties under her hose supports. This time, she put them over the supports so she could remove them without unfastening her hose.
She went to her closet, where she took only a couple of minutes to settle on what to wear. She wanted to look alluring, but not tasteless or coarse, so she chose a dark blue knee-length, full skirt and a white, off-the-shoulder peasant blouse, without a bra. She added a pair of dark blue high-heeled sandals that fastened around the ankles that David liked. Lastly, she applied a brighter red lipstick then she usually wore, topped with a gloss to keep it from smearing. David had once said she should wear bright red lipstick when they made love so it would leave a ring around his cock. Well, starting tonight, he was going to get more than one wish fulfilled!
She surveyed herself in the mirror on the back of the closet door. If she did say so herself, she looked pretty damn good. Subdued sexiness. But certainly sexy enough to raise the interest of a man. And his cock along with it. She smiled at her reflection and licked her lips as she thought of taking a ride on her husband's cock again. He wasn't as well-hung as Ryan or Greg, but his cock was nothing to be sneezed at, either.
David was already at the restaurant, sitting in the semi-isolated banquette in a fairly dark corner she had reserved. The one where he proposed to her. As usual, he stood when he saw her approaching.
Susan put one hand on his cheek and held her mouth up for a kiss.
"Hmmm, your lipstick tastes different," he said. "Change brands?" He helped her into the banquette and slid in by her.
"I'm not sure if it's permanent. You said you wanted me to occasionally wear a brighter red color, so I thought I would try it, at least for tonight."
He immediately caught her inference and grinned.
"You don't think it makes me look cheap, do you? I want to be sexy, but not brazen. At least in public."
"You could never look cheap if you tried real hard," he said. "You're different, somehow."
"Oh?" She felt a momentary flash of fear. Had her recent adventures left an indelible mark on her that any man in the know could recognize? "How so?"
"The way you walk. Your aura. Not so demure, and don't take that as an insult. Do I detect at least a whiff of more self-confidence?"
"Probably a whiff of your favorite perfume," she quipped. "I practically took a bath in the stuff. I even put some around my pussy," she giggled quietly.
"I like the sound of that," he said. "So, what have you been doing with yourself?"
"Getting my head on straight." And my toes curled with super orgasms! she said to herself. "I'm sorry about running out on you, but I had to get away and do some thinking. I think you'll like the results."
"I like them already. As I told you on the phone, I've missed you."
She took his hand, put it under her billowy skirt and slid it up her thigh. "I've missed you, too."
David whistled softly and moved his hand higher, above the top of her stockings. Susan turned her legs toward him and his hand slid to the inside of her thigh, on bare flesh. The edge of his hand rested lightly on the crotch of her skimpy panties. She knew he could feel her dense springy muff and the heat from her pussy. Again, he whistled softly and grinned.
"No pantyhose, huh?"
"No pantyhose. I might never wear them again." She opened her legs a little wider. "Nothing but a piece of thin material to hamper your progress, pilgrim. And, if you can't push that aside, you have a real problem."
"Damn!" The waiter appeared to take their order and he started to move his hand.
She grabbed his arm and stopped him. He gave her a startled look and she gave him a long, slow wink and a mischievous smile.
"You order for me, darling," she said sweetly. "You know what I like."
He swallowed hard and managed to order their drinks and their dinner.
She waited until the waiter was out of earshot and said, "I like it when you order for me. We don't go out often enough, you know."
"Yes, I know, honey. We really are in a rut, aren't we? I didn't realize how much so until now. It's fun being out with you. I'm very proud of you. I like to be seen with you. You're a beautiful, sexy woman. Every man here must envy me."
"You've never said you think I'm sexy. I'm glad you think so. I want to be. Does it mean a lot to you that other men lust after your woman?"
"Yeah, I guess it does. Listen, I'm sorry if I upset you the other day. Guess my suggestion was pretty far out. I want you to come back home and let's start over, get everything back the way it was."
"I don't want everything the way it was, darling," she said softly, smiling to take the sting out of her words. "But let's save that discussion until later, when we have more privacy. I'll save my news until then, too. You can wait until then, can't you?" She scooted forward a little so his hand was touching her pussy and her hand wandered up his thigh toward his crotch. "Mother and I have had some long talks. And before you get upset, you should know she's the one who set me straight about a lot of things." She smiled inwardly as she thought about just how many things her mother had helped her get straight! "She helped me understand that I bear part of the fault for our misunderstanding. If we have to lay fault anywhere. I don't see why we should. As she reminded me, we can work out any problem as long as we love each other. And I certainly love you."
"I like the sound of that," he said. "And I'll try not to bug you so much about Marsha. I'm sure she has some good points."
"She has a lot of good points, darling. I want to stay here over the weekend so you can find out for yourself. Not tonight, though. She went out, said she might be gone most of the night, so we can be alone."
"I really like the sound of that!"
"Then let's see how you like this," she whispered, her voice low, seductive. She quickly pulled his zipper down and reached inside his pants to draw out his cock.
"My God!" David gasped, looking around nervously. "What are you doing?"
"What does it feel like, darling? I'm playing with your cock." His rod began to grow and she smiled. "I like the way it feels in my hand. Don't you?" Using a strong, regular motion, she began to slowly pump his prick.
"But what if someone sees us? This is a public place!" Fear, and a certain amount of longing, laced his voice.
"The lighting is dim. The table is covering us. Who could possibly see what I'm doing?"
David tried not to gasp. "Well, the waiter for one. Here he comes with our drinks."
"But you're not cumming yet, so there's no problem, darling," Susan said innocently, full of sweetness and light. She squeezed his prick more firmly and pumped it a little faster.
"Jesus Christ Almighty, Susan, you can't jack me off in here!" he muttered, half under his breath. If he reached under the table to stop her, he would attract unwanted attention and arouse the waiter's suspicion. "Stop!" he hissed.
"Huh uh. Just act like everything is fine and he won't know the difference."
"Oh, shit!" David mumbled. Secretly, her bawdy behavior excited him. He had no idea she could be so shocking. He just hoped he didn't start cumming before the waiter went away.
The waiter put their drinks on the table and left without lifting an eyebrow.
"See? I told you he wouldn't suspect anything," she said. She picked up her glass and took a sip. "Take my panties off."
"What?" He shook his head and blinked rapidly. "Why?"
"Trust me, darling. Just take them off." She lifted her ass and he pulled her panties down to her knees. "All the way, darling, and put them in your lap. There, that wasn't so hard, was it? Now, put your hand back between my legs and drink your cocktail before the ice melts."
Not believing he was letting his wife jack him off in a restaurant, David sat very still, one arm on the table, his other hand pressing against her pussy, his glazed eyes staring straight ahead.
Susan took her own sweet time, pulling and squeezing and stroking his cock lovingly. When she felt it swell and knew he was ready to ejaculate, she put her other hand under the table and held it over the head of his prick to catch his cum. He came in hard spurts, fighting to keep his composure and not announce his climax to the couple sitting at a nearby table.
She held her hand over his spurting spike and continued to stroke until the last bubble of cum emerged. She held onto his love wand as she lifted her wet hand and calmly licked her fingers and palm, as if licking up the remnants of a delicious dessert. Her action was so bold, so bizarre, it nearly blew his mind. But he had to admit he enjoyed it! She used her panties to wipe the head of his cock, then stuffed them in his coat pocket.
"A little souvenir," she said calmly.
"Dear God," he whispered. "At least put the damn thing back in my pants. Here comes the waiter again."
"Feel my pussy," she cooed in his ear. "Put your finger in it and feel how wet it is."
David couldn't help himself. He slipped one finger into her pussy, ran it up and down her hot gash, and eased the tip into her cunthole. Her breath escaped in an audible whoosh.
"I can't believe this," he muttered.
Susan giggled and flashed a bright smile at the waiter when he set their plates on the table and went away again.
"Wiggle your finger, darling. Ahhhhhh, feels good," she breathed when he wiggled the tip of his finger. She shook her head, then picked up her knife and fork. "We'd better eat before our food gets cold, darling."
"Well, I know something that isn't cold!" He withdrew his finger and reached for his knife and fork.
"Be real naughty and put your finger in your mouth," she whispered hotly, staring at his wet finger. "Taste me. Remind yourself of what you're going to have for dessert."
"Jesus Christ, Susan! What's...?"
"Don't you dare ask what's got into me!" she snapped, her eyes flashing with anger. She grasped his hand and guided his finger to his mouth.
David sucked his finger, then looked at his wife, at the beautiful, sexy woman he was beginning to think he hardly knew. "Yeah, you're right," he admitted. "That's a bad habit, and I have to stop doing it." Boldly, right there in public, he pulled her head toward him and kissed her passionately, running his tongue into her mouth. He broke the kiss and said, "Let's do like the shepherd and get the flock out of here! I want to be alone with you."
"What an awful pun," she giggled. "Let's just eat fast. I skipped lunch, and I'm famished. You don't want me to fuck on an empty stomach, do you?"
Her use of the earthy expression startled him. He had never heard her use the word anywhere but in bed. He picked up his knife and fork and attacked his food.
Susan finished eating first. She stuffed David's cock back in his pants and said, "Pay the bill and let's go home, darling. I want you to fuck me until I can't move."
Her bawdy words seared his brain. He signaled the waiter and asked for the check.
"No dessert tonight?" the waiter asked.
"Yeah, but not until we get home," Susan quipped, giving him another bright smile.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Susan turned toward David, put one knee on the seat and settled back against the car door. She pulled the front of her skirt around her waist and touched her pussy.
"You don't mind if I play with my pussy, do you, darling?"
"Does Marsha have a bunch of pods in her back yard? I think aliens from the planet Sex have landed and replaced my wife with a clone."
"Could be. You'll find out how well they programmed the clone when we get home," she teased, smiling seductively. "I just want to get my pussy nice and juicy so you can fuck me when we get home."
"That's like pouring a box of salt in the ocean to make it saltier. When I put my finger in you in the restaurant, you were wet enough to drown a fish. And so damn slick I thought I had put my finger in a bottle of warm oil by mistake."
"I'll give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation if you drown," she said teasingly. "Take your cock out and let me look at it while I rub my clit."
"I can't open the zipper with one hand."
She unzipped his pants and hauled out his cock. She gave the head a quick kiss, then sat back and began to tease her clit again.
"Are you going to cum?"
"Do you want me to?" she asked, her voice full of hope and excitement. "Would you like to watch me jack off?"
"Yes."
"Okay, but not in the car. You might pay more attention to me than your driving and run into something. I'll do it for you when we get home."
They left the car sitting in the driveway and rushed into the house, David's cock still outside his pants, waving in the wind. Inside the house, he grabbed her and kicked the door shut with one foot. Sweeping her off her feet, he carried her into the living room and put her on the couch.
She swung her left leg up on the couch and turned to face him. She pulled her loose peasant blouse down to her waist, baring her tits, and flipped her skirt up.
"You sit at the end of the couch and I'll sit here facing you so you have a good view," she said.
"Your pussy is so pretty," he said, his voice husky and strained with emotion.
She captured her clit between the index and second finger of her left hand, pressed down hard and made the large stud stand way out. She looked at her pussy and sighed as she ran the tip of her right middle finger over love button.
"My clit is pretty big, isn't it?" She looked at him and smiled. "Do you like it?"
"Yes. It's very big and I like it a lot. I like everything about you."
She dipped her finger into her hole to wet it, then began to slide it slowly up and down her gash. "I'm glad I please you. I really want to, you know. I love you so very much."
"I love you, baby. I haven't told you as often as I should. I'll try to do better in the future."
Susan continued to hold her clit tightly and put the tip of her finger right on top of it. "I've never held my clit this way and jacked off," she said softly. "Don't usually play around much. I just use one finger and get right to it."
"Do you jack off very often?"
She began to frig her clit a little faster. "Well, I don't know what you mean by often, but I do it two or three times a week, I guess. During the day, when I think about you and can't wait until you get home. I like to cum."
"Well, I thought you did, but I wasn't sure. I'm beginning to think there's a lot about you I don't know."
"I didn't know much about myself until recently. Being away from you gave me a chance to find out who I really am. I really missed you, though."
"Probably about half as much as I missed you," he said.
"Well, now we're back together again and things are going to be different. I'm sorry I've never jacked off for you. You never asked me, and I was too inhibited to do it on my own. I must look so lewd sitting this way, playing with my pussy. But I like it."
"So do I. Your posture is very sexy, not lewd."
"I'd better slow down or I'll cum before we finish this conversation. And we've got to finish it now, before I lose my nerve." Reluctantly, she slowed the pace of her finger. "Do you still want to watch another man fuck me, darling?"
He knew the moment of truth had arrived. She had chosen the moment well. If she said she wouldn't let him watch another man fuck her, he couldn't complain. Not too much, anyway. He still had her and her attitude had surely changed.
"Yes," he answered softly, hoping her wasn't giving the wrong reply.
"Okay," she said cheerfully.
"Why the sudden change in attitude?"
"The way we fuck is boring. Probably for you as much as for me. Maybe if I fuck another man for you, it will get better. Love doesn't conquer, but, as Mother reminded me, we can work out any problem if we try. So, you owe my change of attitude to her as much as to me."
"Marsha?" he said, quite clearly flabbergasted by the notion that his mother-in-law even knew about his out-of-the-ordinary request, let alone that she would help carry it out. "God, baby, why did you bring her into this? What did you tell her?"
"Mother isn't the woman you think she is, darling. She isn't a meddling old witch who is going to interfere in our lives. She-likes you a lot, you know. She wants us to stay together and be happy"
"No, I didn't know."
"You never gave her a chance. Maybe that's partly my fault. Anyway, as long as you don't hurt me, mentally or physically, I'll do most anything you ask. At least once. Including letting another man fuck me while you watch. But I choose the man. Someone neither of us knows. Mother said she can help me arrange it. She'll go out for the evening and we can use her bedroom."
"Your mother seems to come up at every turn. How the hell can she help?
"Her friend Ingrid has a brother, Arne. Mother says he's a blond hunk. She also says he's a good lover and very discreet. You must agree to one condition, though."
"Oh? Are you going to insist that I take the promotion and move here?" His heart sank. He expected to give her something in return-he didn't know what-but he didn't like blackmail.
"No," she said. "I think that will work out to everyone's satisfaction. I won't fuck Arne, or any man, while you watch if you're going to criticize me for anything I do." She intentionally did not say she wouldn't fuck other men. She would. She simply wouldn't do it in front of David. "Arne and I must have the freedom to get on the bed and go after each other for all we're worth without worrying about upsetting you. If I do something with him I haven't done with you, and you want me to do it with you, just say so. And no bitching or recriminations later, either, if you don't like watching me fuck another man. Just say so and leave it at that."
"All right," he said, excited by the prospect of watching her get it on with another man. Once she did, he could then ask for what he really wanted. "That sounds reasonable."
"Ingrid is a photographer. She'll videotape the encounter so you have a memento, something you can watch over and over and relive the occasion."
"A sister taping her brother fucking another woman," David mused. "This is getting kinkier by the moment."
"Almost as kinky as letting you watch another man fuck me, darling," she reminded him teasingly.
"You have a point," he agreed. "If Ingrid is going to videotape it, does that mean you'll do it only once?"
"No. I'll do it as often as you want. I just thought you might want to preserve the first time for posterity." She began to shiver and strum her clit faster. "Now, darling, I've got to cum! I can't hold it back any longer."
"God, you are gorgeous," he said huskily.
Susan threw her head back, closed her eyes, and began to vibrate all over, so hard her ass bounced up and down. Her finger became a blur as she agitated her clit swiftly. A vivid, full-color picture of Arne fucking her while her husband watched and stroked his cock flashed through her mind and she went off with a bang. And a raucous wail of utter delight.
Before her climax waned, she lifted her head and whispered, "Eat me, darling!"
He slid off the couch, twisted her around and went to his knees in front of her. He put her legs over his shoulders and made a dive for her pussy. Susan parted her thighs wider and shivered with anticipation. She twined her fingers in his hair, nudged her ass forward, and tried to wrap her pussy around his face.
The piercing stab of his tongue made her cry out and a fierce thrill stung her cunt as he assaulted her with his brusque, overeager lips and tongue. She closed her trembling thighs on his cheeks and dug the pointy heels of her sandals into the couch, moaning out loud as his impassioned kisses shattered her senses.
The fiery sensations in her cunt became almost more than she could bear. Her loins began to quake. She hunched her ass frantically, reaching the pinnacle again in less than a minute beneath his zealous, insatiable mouth. She succumbed to the vortex of ecstasy, writhing and quivering and screaming as her body bucked in chaotic jerks.
She cried out once again, louder this time, when he held fast to her jittery buttocks and began to fuck her sopping snatch with his full tongue. He moved the tip back up to her clit and searing stabs of liquid fire lanced through her cunt. She came again, then wrenched free with a gasp of relief.
She stood up on the couch and began stripping. "Get naked, darling," she whispered.
He stood and began tearing at his clothes. They flew in all directions as he ripped them off and tossed them aside. His eyes burned with lust as he watched her wriggle out of her blouse and skirt. His horny gaze devoured her lush nakedness, sweeping from her lofty, creamy tits to the sensual curve of her hips, across the flat plane of her belly, her lavish red bush, then to her impeccable, well-shaped thighs. The garter belt, hose and high-heeled sandals seemed to accentuate her nudity.
Susan stepped off the couch and grasped his prick in one hand. "Magnificent," she murmured.
She threw her left arm around his neck and ground her luxurious, hot body against him, gasping with delight as his rod singed her hand. She teased him for a minute, biting his lips, licking his face, slithering her tongue into his ear and squirming her velvety tits against him.
Then she sank quickly to her knees and cuddled his cock in her hands, fondling the fleshy length in her palms before she seized his shaft with her lips. She goaded his ardor with tantalizing kisses and licks and sucks until she felt his cock begin to throb hard. She released him and stood. He hugged her and ran his hands over the silky flesh of her shapely ass.
"Fuck me, darling," she whispered breathlessly, deeply aroused, anxious to feel his thick, pulsing prick probing her wet slit, knowing he could give her a long series of orgasms. "I need your cock so badly."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Susan sank to the floor on her back, her heart pounding with excitement. She flexed her knees and spread her legs, tremors of passion passing through her body as he mounted her.
She held his prick firmly in one hand, hissing with enchantment as she tormented her primed clit with the throbbing tip, then inserted him a mere inch and suddenly thrust her hips up violently to receive all of him. She gasped with extreme elation as his long, thick joy stick slid in to the hilt.
Aaahhh, what a man! she thought. I never realized until now how wonderful his cock feels.
"Darling, slow down, please, don't rush. Can you hold out? I want you to fuck me hours and hours!"
"Maybe not that long," he said with a chuckle, "but for quite a while. You took the edge off in the restaurant."
"Hold still for a minute, darling. Let me savor the marvelous way your cock feels."
She drew her legs up higher and crossed her ankles behind his back. With a loud moan, she pulled his head down and kissed him feverishly and teased him with her tongue. With one hand, she fondled his tight little ass and reached between them to caress his cock and her pussy where they joined.
"My pussy is so wet," she said, puzzled.
He propped up on one elbow and gently cupped her swollen tit, rubbing the taut nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"It should be. You squirted like a fountain when you came. Juice flew everywhere. I've never seen anything so amazing."
She opened her eyes real wide and stared at him. "You're kidding! I know my pussy gets soaked when I cum, but I've never squirted. I wonder why I did this time."
"Something got you more excited then ever, I guess."
"Well, I'll be damned! Wonder if I'll do it again."
"We'll just to have experiment and find out, won't we?"
She knew what got her more excited than ever, but she wasn't ready to tell him. She flexed her cunt muscles and gasped, "All right, darling. Fuck me like the man you are."
He began to drive into her with an easy rhythm, sparking sharp thrills in both of them. Lifting her ass and swinging her hips in response, she groaned as his virile prick created a writhing friction deep inside her. The feel of his strong body and stout cock kindled vivid memories of the first time he fucked her. She could have been nineteen again, wanton and frenzied and exuberant, waiting for the shattering bliss his searing hardness would inflict upon her.
She grasped his biceps and clung to him as he began to fuck faster, thrusting into her eagerly, raking her hot, quivering cunt walls savagely. The force of his stabs rocked her body and made her tits shake and shimmy. She arched her body and sank her nails into his arms to vent her fierce excitement.
She began shuddering and screaming as the fantastic feeling of intense happiness burst inside her and another orgasm started. She locked her legs around his ass and held him so tight he could barely jiggle his cock in her as the breathtaking wave ebbed to soft ripples.
"You squirted again," he said.
"Goddamn!" she exclaimed. "Ain't that great, baby? You got yourself a squirter. Now, turn us over so I can fuck you." She saw a woman at the neighborhood watch group do something she wanted to try. "If I squirt all over you again, we'll know I'm a consistent squirt."
He pulled her down, wrapped his arms around her, and rolled them over. She sat up and, smiling dreamily, slowly rotated to face his feet, using his prick as a pivot. Then she leaned over, put her hands on the floor and scooted her knees away from his hips.
"Can you see my pussy?" she asked.
He pushed himself up on his elbows and said, "Yes. It's gorgeous. All that pretty hair and those long, thick lips."
She wiggled her ass. "Watch your cock go in and out," she hissed. "Watch it fuck me."
She began to hump her ass up and down methodically, slowly, happily fucking herself on his rampant prick. She immediately discovered the position gave her full control and an unequivocal feeling of fullness, an exhilarating thrill. She slid her slick cunt up and down his rod and rocked back and froth at the same time, getting the feel of every part of his prick and the large knob on her G spot.
She felt another orgasm beginning deep in her belly. She continued the energizing cadence for a few more moments, gradually bringing herself closer and closer. She gave herself a different thrill by gently swinging her hips in a wide, slow circle so his shaft scraped against her slippery walls with a fierce pleasure. She could feel the lips of her cunt stretch wide with each swing. She supported herself on one arm and reached between his legs to play with his balls.
"Do you like to watch your cock slide in and out of my cunt?" she moaned. "Is it a pretty sight?"
"God, yes!" he groaned. "Magnificent." He reached up, ran his finger through the crack of her ass, and traced the tightly stretched lips of her pussy.
That gave Susan another idea. "Stick your finger in my ass," she pleaded. "Wet it in my pussy and stick it up my ass."
The tip of his finger touched her asshole, then withdrew. When she didn't feel his finger in her pussy getting wet, she shook her ass impatiently.
"Do it! Don't be afraid. You won't hurt me."
"Are you sure?" he asked, hesitating, thinking she didn't know what she was asking.
"I'm so fucking hot I could take a cock up there without pain! Do it!"
David wet his finger with her cunt juice, then put the tip back against her asshole. Susan didn't wait for him to push it in. She lunged back impetuously and had his finger in her ass before he knew what was happening.
"Ahhh, yes" she groaned. "Push it all the way in, darling! Hurry! I'm about to cum!"
He steeled himself for her shriek of anguish and shoved his finger all the way into her ass. She screamed and began to buck turbulently. He thought for a moment he was hurting her, then knew he wasn't when she twisted her ass around and lunged back at his hand.
Her body went into the most violent contortions he had ever seen. She bucked and heaved and fucked up and down and screamed and jerked and twitched. Her orgasm was so fierce it almost made her lose control of her body.
At the height of her passion, she clamped her cunt muscles around his prick tightly when she plunged her cunt down. The unanticipated, drastic pressure brought him off.
His cock erupted with such force he thought surely it would shatter. His boiling jism spurting into her depths triggered another orgasm and she screamed louder. She lunged back and forth to work his finger in and out of her asshole and humped up and down on his cock frenzy of motion. She thought she was going to lose her mind. She came down enough to control her movements, then started stroking his cock with her cunt with slower, concentrated up and down movements. She didn't stop until she was sure she had drained every drop of cum from his pulsating prick.
She knelt over him for a few more moments, thrilled by the feel of his prick, even though it was getting soft. She clamped her cunt muscles on his cock to keep it from sliding out, then leaned over and rested her head on her folded arms with her shapely ass sticking up in the air. In spite of her efforts, his cock slipped out of her cunt with a soft plop. She sighed, rolled onto her side and stretched out by him.
"Darling, that was a fabulous fuck," she whispered.
"You did all the work. I've never felt anything like the way your pussy gripped my cock."
"Thought you'd like it. Did I squirt again? I got so excited I couldn't tell."
"All over me," he said. "And on the inside of your thighs. I thought I'd stuck my cock in a juicy peach or something."
"If you don't know the difference between pussy and a peach, you've got a real problem," she teased, laughing softly.
"Could you really take a cock up your ass? That's what you said when you asked me to put my finger in it."
"Darling, I was hotter than I've ever been, and when I get that hot, I certainly could. Don't know about later, though. Probably wouldn't be able to walk for a week, but who cares. Would you like to fuck me in the ass?"
"I don't know. Maybe. Sometime."
Susan sat up with her knees bent and her thighs spread. She looked down at her crotch and said, "You're right. I'm wet all over. Do you like to watch me squirt?"
"You don't know how much it turns me on."
She looked at him and smiled coyly. Very slowly, very deliberately, she put one hand in her crotch and stuck one finger up her cunt. Then she put the finger in her mouth and sucked noisily. She put her finger back in her cunt, withdrew it and put it in his mouth.
"Darling, you can fuck my pussy, my mouth, my ass, anywhere you can get your gorgeous cock," she said, her voice soft, but very serious. "You don't even have to ask. Just do it." She stared into his eyes, waiting expectantly for his response.
"Whew!" was all he could manage to say at the moment.
"Exactly." She slipped her finger into the top of her slit and began to masturbate. "Now, if watching me squirt turns you on, I'm going to squirt for you again. Would you like for me to suck you off this time?"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Marsha smiled brightly when Susan walked into the kitchen the next morning. "Good morning, dear," she said. "Is David still asleep?"
"Yes. I think I wore him out last night. What time did you get in?"
"About midnight. You two were asleep on the couch. I didn't have the heart to wake you, so I tiptoed on by and went to bed."
"We went to bed about two. Thanks for not waking us. I'm not sure how David would have reacted."
"Men are funny creatures," Marsha said. "Would you like some breakfast?"
"Just coffee and toast right now. I'll take David out to brunch. If I sit around here all morning, I'll wear myself out again."
Marsha poured Susan a cup of coffee and put bread in the toaster. "David is a pretty muscular young man. I'd never seen him naked. For some reason, I always thought he was skinnier."
"He just looks that way in clothes. Did you arrange everything with Ingrid?"
Marsha nodded. "She and Arne will be here about three. I showed Arne your picture, by the way. He thinks you're beautiful and is looking forward to meeting you."
"Well, at least he doesn't think he has to get it on with a dog."
"He didn't think so before he saw your photo. Ingrid told him all about you. I changed the sheets and put my chair by the bed. David should find it very comfortable."
Susan shook her head and grinned. "I can't believe this. I'm going to let another man fuck me while my husband watches, and my mother is aiding and abetting me. You're naughty."
"I try to be," Marsha said with a sexy laugh. "How did David take the news?"
"I've never seen him so turned on. I think his cock grew a couple of inches. It was bigger than I remember, anyway, and it's been only a couple of weeks since I had it in me."
"As I said, men are funny creatures." Marsha finished her breakfast. "Well, I'll get out of your way. See you tonight. Have fun." She gave Susan a kiss and left.
Susan let David sleep late, took him out for brunch and then returned home to get ready for her date with Arne.
"I have to confess that I'm more than a little nervous, darling," Susan said as she stood in front of her closet trying to decide how to dress. "I have no idea how to go about this. Do we serve drinks and chat for a while? Or do I just take off my clothes and tell him to fuck me? Do we make out a little, then go to the bedroom and get it on, or what?"
"I have no idea, either," David replied. "We can always call it off."
"No, I said I would fuck Arne while you watch, and I will. A promise is a promise."
She looked forward to fucking Arne. Fucking Arne in front of her husband was the problem. In spite of his promise not to get upset by whatever she did, she wasn't sure he wouldn't freak out at the last moment and blow the whole deal.
"I should have asked Mother," Susan continued. "But I didn't, so I guess we'll just play it by ear. Ingrid probably knows how to get things started. I think you'll like her a lot, by the way. She's a sexy, lovely little blonde with just about the biggest tits you've ever seen. I don't know how she even stands up with those things hanging on her chest, let alone walk."
"Does it make any difference if I like her?" he asked. "She's just going to videotape the encounter, isn't she?"
"Oh, yeah." She turned away quickly so he wouldn't see her grin. "Well, it would help if we all got along, wouldn't it? I think I'll dress the way I would for a blind date. You don't mind if I think of this as a date with Arne, do you? I don't want it to be a crass affair when I shake his hand and say let's fuck."
"Maybe you should kiss him instead of shaking his hand," David said with a big grin. "You know what you're going to do. It's only a question of how you're going to do it. Relax, sweetheart. Just go with the flow and everything will be fine."
"Well, one thing is for sure. A prearranged tryst takes all the mystery out of it." She put on a pair of sheer pale blue bikini panties and a matching half-bra, then slipped into a pale blue dress with a zipper all the way down the back for ease of removal. She looked over her shoulder and said, "Zip me up, please."
"Not necessarily," he replied as he zipped her dress. "Being with someone for the first time, even when you know the outcome in advance, has a sense of mystery about it. The man wonders if the woman has a good pussy, how she acts in bed, that kind of thing. I can't speak for a woman, but she must wonder how well hung the man is, if he's a good lover, will he satisfy her."
"Why, darling, you sound downright philosophical! A man doesn't wonder if the woman will satisfy him?"
"Satisfying a man is the easiest thing under the sun," he said with a chuckle. "There is no such thing as bad pussy, only good, better and best."
"Interesting. Mother said the same thing." Unconsciously, she smoothed her dress and stepped into white high heel pumps. "I'll meet you in the living room in a few minutes. I want to check the bedroom."
Marsha had placed a large brass candle stand in each corner of the room and turned back the spread to reveal lustrous burgundy sheets. Susan smiled as she lit the candles, thinking how she and Arne would show up on the sheets. Talk about full-color video!
She heard the doorbell and hurried to the living room so it wouldn't appear she was trying to make a grand entrance. David was just opening the front door as she entered.
"Hello," Ingrid said, beaming as if the sun was shining directly on her face. "I'm Ingrid." She stepped forward and kissed David on the lips. "And this lug with me is my brother, Arne."
Arne shook David's hand, then looked at Susan with a smile as bright as his sister's. He took her hands and kissed her on the lips. "Your photo doesn't do you justice," he said gallantly.
"Thank you, Arne," Susan replied, obviously pleased by the compliment. "Flattery will get you everywhere. Shall we go in the living room?"
Ingrid slipped her arm through David's and rubbed her curvy hip against his. "Marsha thinks you're a great guy, David, but she didn't tell me you were so handsome."
"Marsha really thinks I'm a great guy?" David said. "Well, maybe I've underestimated her. As Susan says, flattery will get you everywhere."
"We'll see," Ingrid said cryptically.
"Does anyone want a drink?" Susan asked.
"I don't," Arne said. "I get intoxicated just looking at you."
"He's full of bullshit," Ingrid laughed, "but he's a pretty good guy anyway. Nothing for me, thank you. I have to keep a clear head so I don't screw up your video."
David shook his head. He stared openly at Ingrid, wondering how she looked naked, what it would be like to fuck her. Her dark gray jumpsuit fit her voluptuous body like a glove. A rubber glove, two sizes too small. Her long blonde hair hung straight down, nearly to her trim waist, without a curl in it. The top of her head came barely to his shoulder, and, as Susan said, she had the most enormous tits he had ever seen. No one could ever mistake her for a young man, no matter what she wore. He no longer had any trouble believing she and her brother were lovers. She exuded sex from every pore.
Ingrid caught him staring at her and winked. She put down her camera case and removed the camera. She checked the settings, turned in on, and put it on her shoulder. She gave David another sly wink and turned toward Susan and Arne.
"Might as well get all the action right from the get-go," she said. "You'll get used to the floodlight in a minute or two, Susan."
Ingrid's words didn't bounce off Susan's ears in enough time to penetrate her brain. She and Arne were on the couch, making out like crazy. Their lips were sealed together, she was rubbing his cock through his pants and he was busily massaging her tits through her dress, so she was too preoccupied with a mouthful of tongue and a handful of cock to hear a word Ingrid said.
David experienced a momentary shock of misgiving as the watched the handsome blond hunk make out with his wife. Then he thought of how exciting the afternoon was going to be and his trepidation evaporated.
"Oh, good," Ingrid said softly. "I was afraid she would take some time to get going."
"Yeah," David agreed. "She didn't waste any time."
"Marsha was right, David," Ingrid said. "You are one hell of a guy. Not many men have the courage to let their wives fuck other men while they watch." Before he could react to her earthy language, she continued, "Give me a hand with this zipper, would you? I feel out of place staying dressed when everyone else gets naked."
David's hand actually trembled as he grasped the tab on her zipper and pulled it down. He couldn't see much at first, just her deep cleavage and the top of her blonde bush.
"Pull it off my shoulders," Ingrid said. She dropped her left arm and waited for him to pull her jumpsuit down. "The right side is a little more difficult," she said. "I don't want to miss any of the good stuff, so be quick." She turned the camera off and lifted it from her right shoulder with her left hand.
David yanked the right side of the jump suit down and sucked in his breath. "Jesus," he muttered.
In less than five seconds, Ingrid turned the camera on and put it back on her shoulder. "They are big, aren't they?" she giggled. "You have no idea how hard it was to learn to walk in high heels. Take it all the way off, please. I want to keep my shoes on. My short legs look better in heels."
"Lady, you couldn't look anything but beautiful no matter what," David said.
He knelt with his nose right in front of her pretty muff and pulled her jumpsuit down to her ankles. He could smell her excitement. The heady aroma made his senses reel. She lifted one foot at a time for him to pull her jumpsuit clear and replace her shoe. He saw flashes of her alluring pussy and had to fight the urge to stick his tongue in it. He stood and moved back a couple of steps, trembling all over.
"Thank you, darling," Ingrid said. "I'll have to see that you're amply rewarded for your help." She blew him a kiss and called to Susan, "Susan, bring Arne to the bedroom. Marsha said she prepared it especially for the occasion."
Ingrid backed down the hall, keeping the camera pointed at Susan and Arne as they walked hand in hand to the bedroom. David trailed along behind, peeking over Susan's shoulder at Ingrid. Her huge tits jiggled so enticingly. He felt a tremendous hankering to change the agenda to a foursome so he could fuck Ingrid right then and there. God, she was so tantalizing!
Susan also stared at Ingrid. She knew Ingrid had intentionally undressed in the living room to entice David. Both to keep his mind off what his wife was about to do, and to prime his interest for later. She smiled and winked at the camera, signaling the gorgeous little blonde she approved.
Ingrid backed into the bedroom and around the bed. Susan turned to Arne and hugged him as David entered and started to sit in the chair by the bed.
"Everyone has to get naked," Ingrid admonished. She moved so she had David in the picture. "Take them off, big boy."
David tried to ignore the camera as he undressed. He felt like a male stripper. Susan and Arne were kissing passionately, so he watched them instead of looking at Ingrid and her camera.
"Nice cock," Ingrid said as she eyed David's naked body through the view finder. "This is getting more interesting all the time."
David shook his head and sat down. He couldn't help himself. He grasped his prick loosely in his right hand and began to stroke it idly.
"All right, David! Way to go!" Ingrid said. "Okay, Susan, on the bed, darling."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Susan took a step back and said, "Arne, are you sure it won't make you uncomfortable if David watches?"
Arne expected David as a spectator. "He can sell tickets for all I care!" he exclaimed. His sister and her camera made it so much better.
Susan turned around and said, "Unzip me, please."
Arne unzipped her dress and shucked it down to her feet. She turned around, put her arms around his neck and kissed him. He picked her up and put her on the bed. She lay with her upper back on a stack of pillows, her tits standing up large and firm in her half-bra and watched him strip down to his shorts. Her nipples looked as if they had been rouged. They glittered like rubies in the bright light of the camera.
Arne could feel the drum beat of his pulse in his head. His excitement made his prick throb with life and vigor and his balls tingled heavily.
Susan reached out and caressed his cock as he stood by the bed. His shaft swelled in his shorts, became a hard-throbbing staff. He thought it couldn't get any bigger, but he couldn't have been more mistaken. The instant she touched it, it seemed to nearly double in size.
Ingrid stood on the far side of the bed from David so she could include him in the video. Through the view finder, she saw the fierce excitement gleaming in his eyes as he watched his wife. She wished she could join them, but duty called.
Susan sat up and her long, thick mane tumbled over her shoulders, partly covering her tits. "Take off your shorts," she said. "I want to see your cock."
He pushed his shorts down. His cock sprang up, jutting from his groin, bobbing gently up and down.
"Beautiful cock," she breathed. "Mother made a good choice. Your big cock is going to feel so good in me." She licked her lips and smiled.
"I'm glad she chose me," Arne said. "You're so sexy." He leaned over and caressed the inside of her thigh. He worked his hand under the edge of her panties and played with the thick red hair around her cunt. "God, you're so beautiful," he panted. "I have to see all of you."
"I'm all yours, baby," she replied. "Suck me, fuck me, put your cock in my mouth, anything you want!"
He fumbled for a moment with the catch of her bra, then got it open and pulled it from her body and threw it aside. Ingrid had to duck to keep it from landing on her head.
Ingrid changed to a wide angle so she could record their facial expressions and all of Susan's body, almost as anxious as Arne to see the redhead fully naked. She included David in the scene. He continued to stroke his cock as he watched. She wondered if he would jack off. Hoped he would and she could catch it on film. His cum flying in the air would add a nice touch.
Arne pushed Susan's hair back over her shoulders and stared at her tits as he reached for her panties. He yanked the flimsy garment down, exposing her thick, red bush. She opened her legs so he could see her pussy. The fleshy lips were gorged with blood, standing out like the petals of a flower.
Ingrid stared at Susan's pussy through the view finder. She remembered how she enjoyed having her head between the redhead's silky thighs at the orgy, how delectable her sweet pussy tasted, and shivered slightly.
The provocative exhibition on the bed shattered every concept David had of marriage. When he asked Susan to let him watch her fuck another man, he had no idea she would ever agree. Now he faced the consequences of his request and her licentious behavior made him understand her condition for letting him watch. Her eyes literally sparkled with carnal fervor. The tableau excited him beyond words. His cock swelled, and he knew he would soon express his exhilaration openly.
Susan's long red fingernails resembled talons as she dragged them over Arne's bare chest, sending chills coursing down his spine. She pushed him onto his back and knelt over him, her rosy-tipped, dangling tits swinging unrestrained under her chest. She licked his shaft, then his balls, back up the shaft, and guided his rampant tool to her lips, stretching her mouth wide to admit the big head.
He grunted from the fierce pleasure of her warm, wet mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked the thick shaft amorously, swallowing nearly all of it.
David watched his wife avidly, knowing the pleasure Arne felt, wondering how she could take so much of his big cock into her mouth.
"Give me your pussy," Arne whispered passionately.
Susan lifted her head and said, "If you lick me, I'll cum, and I squirt when I cum, so be warned." She took his cock back into her mouth as she straddled his head.
He gripped her lush hips and pulled her cunt into his face. The exquisite fragrance of her luscious twat filled his nostrils, intoxicating him. She wriggled her ass, mashed the lips of her pussy to his mouth and gurgled around his prick.
The sensitive microphone on Ingrid's camera picked up every sound in the room, enhancing the video. The sight of her brother's cock in Susan's mouth and his face buried in her pretty red muff delighted her. She felt juice seep from her pussy and dribble down the inside of her thigh.
The delicious juice flowing into Arne's mouth sparked his taste buds. His tongue snaked into her succulent gash and began to flutter on the fleshy kernel of her fat, puffy clit.
Susan's ass began to writhe on Arne's mouth. She sucked his cock in deep and rubbed the pulsing head against the roof of her mouth and wrapped her tongue around the shaft as she sucked his hot flesh skillfully.
Ingrid kept the camera pointed at the bed and took her eye away from the view finder. She smiled at David and said, "Your gorgeous cock looks about ready to burst. Tell me when you're ready to cum and I'll record it." She snickered. "I'm going to be standing in a puddle of pussy juice if I stand in one place very long. Watching your beautiful wife really turns me on."
David nodded. "She turns me on, too. I never realized how sexy she is."
"You're a lucky guy to have such a sexy wife, and she's a lucky woman to have such an understanding husband."
Susan's ass began to squirm faster as Arne's tongue got to her. She slowly took his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. A few more strokes of his tongue on her clit and she would flood his mouth with her hot, womanly juice. She eagerly anticipated her first orgasm.
Arne could tell Susan was close to cumming. He wanted to fuck her before he pumped a load down her throat, but he had to finish her. He pressed his tongue against her clit and began to lick her rapidly.
His cock muffled Susan's moans when she came, but her frantic body movements left no doubt she was cumming. The profuse outpouring of her cunt took him by surprise in spite of her warning. The first squirt splattered on his face, then he covered her entire gash with his mouth and caught the rest of her juice. He continued to lick her until her climax waned, then rolled her over and knelt between her legs.
"You taste even sweeter than you look, pretty lady."
"Your cock makes my mouth water. I want to suck you off."
"You can suck me off after I fuck you."
Ingrid moved to the head of the bed so she could shoot down across Susan's body as Arne entered her. She was anxious to watch her brother put his stupendous staff in Susan's succulent slit, to watch him fuck the gorgeous redhead.
The breathtaking contrast between Susan's ivory skin and her red bush intrigued Arne. Her cunt lips gaped wide, glistening with her juice and his saliva. She reached down with both hands, grasped his cock and held the knob against her cunt lips.
"Straighten up, Arne," she said. "David, darling, look up. Watch his cock go in my hot cunt!"
David looked up, saw the mirror for the first time, and watched entranced as Susan yanked on Arne's cock and stuffed the head in the mouth of her cunt.
"Give me your cock, Arne!" Susan cried. "All of it! Shove it in deep! Fuck me, baby, fuck me!" She shivered all over as his hot, turgid cockhead bored into her dripping membranes. She released his prick and began to finger her clit.
Arne slammed forward and drove his lance all the way into her. Her tight sheath clung to his prick, thrilling him through and through. Susan gurgled, a half-cry, half-sigh of wonderment and joy as he penetrated her. Ingrid let out a loud sigh along with the redhead.
Starting slowly at first, and then increasing the tempo by degrees, Arne pumped his pulsing prick in and out of Susan's passionate pussy. She wrapped her arms around his back and mashed her full tits into his chest. The sensuous tingling of her stiff nipples rubbing against him thrilled her.
Hot lances of pleasure shot through her with each surging stroke of his prick. She rocked her hips in response to his movements. Her toes visibly curled and uncurled reflexively. As she grew more excited, she sank her nails into his back. She levered her ass up and down, fucking with him in perfect counterrhythm.
As he fucked the ravenous redhead, Arne fondled her heaving ass, lavishing loving attention on the firm, well-rounded cheeks. Her cries grew louder. He silenced them by clamping his mouth on hers, kissing her fiercely.
He thrust his tongue down her throat, duplicating the action of his cock plunging mightily into her cunt. She tore her mouth loose and screamed with rapture as her orgasm broke over her. He squeezed his eyes shut and came with a shudder, his semen spurting deep into her spasming cunt. Her cunt muscles milked his prick with spasmodic ripples.
Ingrid backed up a couple of feet and changed to a wide angle shot just in time to catch David's cum flying in the background.
Susan arched her body off the bed and vibrated as though a strong current of electricity was flowing through her. She hung there for a few moments, then crashed back to the bed and went limp.
They lay motionless, Arne's still firm and quivering inside Susan's pussy, basking in the gratifying afterglow of a terrific fuck.
"God! So good! So fucking good! I loved it!" She shivered and shuddered beneath Arne. "You are such a wonderful lover," she purred.
"So are you, lady. It was a real pleasure to have my cock in you."
"You sure gave me a big load. I can feel it seeping out of my pussy and dribbling down the crack of my ass."
Arne rolled onto his back. Ingrid followed him with the camera, getting a close-up shot of his prick as it emerged from Susan's pussy, oiled with the fruits of their passion, and a good close-up of Susan's dripping slit.
Susan turned around and began to lick Arne's cock. The flaccid tool began to pulse in response to the tender touch of her tongue. She cut her eyes to the side and looked at David as she slurped up the remnants of Arne's cum and her pussy juice. Under her loving care, only one thing could happen, and happen it did. Arne's prick jerked with new life.
"Can you get off again?" Susan mumbled as his cock swelled under tongue.
"Oh, yeah!" Arne replied enthusiastically.
"Good. I'm going to suck your cock, and this time you're going to cum in my mouth."
He groaned out loud when she took his semi-rigid rod into her mouth. The chance to cum in her mouth elated him. He had fucked her wonderful pussy and now he was going to fuck her sexy mouth. Lying back, he savored the sensation of her loving lips and tongue worshipping his pulsing prick.
She slurped and sucked his cock so vigorously and enthusiastically that saliva spilled from her mouth and dribbled down her chin. She didn't care how messy it got. Nothing was going to distract her from her goal of making Arne shoot in her mouth, neither her husband nor Ingrid and her camera. Her long red tresses spilled over his thighs as she bobbed her head up and down.
She didn't lose her rhythm even when Ingrid reached over to move the long hair out of the way so the camera had an unobstructed view of the cock stuffing her mouth. She gurgled in appreciation as Ingrid got down close to record Arne's cock fucking her mouth.
Arne propped himself up on his elbows and added the visual delight of watching the sexy redhead react o his erotic stimulation. David continued to stroke his cock and brought it back to life as he watched his lascivious wife gobble Arne's cock.
Susan felt Arne's cock swell and begin to pulsate, and moments later his second orgasm rocked her. Her cheeks alternately puffed out and hollowed as she stared at her husband and accepted the jism spurting from the tip of Arne's red-hot poker.
Susan opened her mouth let Arne's limp prick slip out. It plopped down on his thigh. A strand of semen hung at the corner of her mouth. She turned her head toward Ingrid, stuck out her tongue and lapped up the tasty tidbit.
"Ummmmm," she sighed. "I like the taste of hot cum. You're very good, Arne. I'm glad David wanted me to fuck you."
"So am I, lady! You're fantastic! I've never enjoyed a fuck more."
Susan smiled and kissed him full on the mouth. "Now, if you can work that camera, I want to add my husband fucking your sister to our raunchy movie."
Before Arne could even get off the bed, Ingrid thrust the camera into his hands. "Come on, David!" she cried. "I'm dying for your gorgeous cock!"
David was already climbing onto the bed. Susan must have read his mind. He wanted her to fuck another man so he could invite another woman to bed with them. Little did he know what wanton plans his wife had in mind for him. And even Susan didn't know what equally lecherous plans Marsha had for both of them!
Susan sat in the chair, propped one foot on the edge of the bed, opened her legs wide so the camera had a good view of her crotch, and began to finger her sultry slit.
"Arne, don't miss any of the action on the bed, but be sure you get me in the picture," Susan said. "Ingrid, put David on his back and ride him," Susan said.
"You just want to watch my tits jiggle," Ingrid laughed.
"Yes, the thought occurred to me."
Giggling with glee, Ingrid pushed David onto his back and climbed onto his stiff cock. She sat down heavily and immediately began to bounce up and down. She looked at Susan and grinned broadly.
"Do you like to watch me play with my pussy?" Susan asked.
"Oh, yes," Ingrid said. "It really turns me on."
"Then give my husband the benefit of your passion, darling. I want him to cum as hard as I did when Arne fucked me."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Marsha came home about ten. David and Susan were sitting on the couch together, in their robes, watching a so-so movie on a cable channel. Marsha went directly to David and kissed him. Amorously, full on the mouth with lots of tongue, utterly un-like a mother-in-law kiss.
She lifted her head and smiled devilishly. "Hello, David."
David swallowed hard. "Well, hello yourself. I expected to see you sooner."
"Everything in its own time, dear. You and Susan needed time alone. Did you get everything straightened out?"
"Yeah, I think you can say we did. I didn't mean to drive you out of your own home. We could have.. .
Marsha cut him off with a finger across his lips. "You didn't drive me out of my own home. Did you enjoy yourself?"
David actually blushed! "Yeah, I think you can say we did," he repeated. Marsha had him so discombobulated he couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Then it was worth it. Are you going to be up for awhile?"
Susan chimed in. "If you want us to be, we will." She suspected her mother had something erotic in mind. She was up to it. She hoped David was.
"Good. I'm going to take a quick shower. Be right back."
David waited until Marsha left the room, then said, "Sleeping in the room next to your mother isn't going to inhibit you, is it?"
Susan laughed. "Got your attention this afternoon, didn't I? Not in the least, lover. She arranged for Arne and Ingrid, don't forget."
"Oh, yeah. By the way, what was all that about you wanting to watch Ingrid's tits jiggle and her watching you play with your pussy?"
Susan smiled coyly. "Oh, just a little something to motivate her to give you a good fucking, darling. Didn't I tell you she has humongous tits? She must have a good pussy too. I thought the top of your head was going to pop off when you came."
"She nearly smothered me with the damn things when she fell on top of me." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I can't believe everything that has happened in just one night and one day."
Susan pinched him and he yelped. "Well, you're wide awake, so it wasn't a wet dream. I don't have to ask if you want to fuck her again, do I?"
"No. But only if it doesn't cause trouble between us."
"It won't as long as I'm first in your heart and mind, darling," she assured him. "How would you like to broaden your horizons and have lots of women to fuck?"
"Are you talking about swinging?"
"Something like that."
Marsha came back into the room, wearing a heavy bathrobe. "Are you going to let me watch your video?" She sat down by David and put her hand on his knee.
David looked at Marsha, at Susan, then straight ahead. "Jesus, Marsha, how can you ask such a thing?"
"Easy," Marsha quipped. "I just thought of the words and they came out of my mouth. Tell you what. We'll cut cards. If I win, you let me watch it."
"And if you lose?" David asked.
Marsha looked at Susan and grinned slyly. "If I lose, I'll suck you off, or you can fuck me. Whichever you prefer. Or even both, if you'd like."
David's jaw dropped. Susan giggled. He worked his mouth a couple of times, like a fish out of water, but no words came out.
Marsha opened the drawer in the table at the end of the couch and took out a deck of cards. She handed the deck to David and said, "You cut first."
"Goddamn," he whispered. "You're serious!"
"Never been more serious," Marsha said. "I don't expect to lose, but if I do, Susan will understand that I have to keep my end of the bargain."
"Of course I will," Susan said, suppressing a giggle. "A promise is a promise, and as David knows, the women in our family keep their word."
"How was Arne, by the way?" Marsha asked.
"Wonderful!" Susan trilled. "David thinks Ingrid's pussy is pretty good, too. He wants to fuck her again."
"Susan!" David blurted.
"Need I remind you who arranged everything?" Susan asked. "Stop stalling and cut the cards, darling."
David cut the deck and turned his card up. The queen of spades. With a picture of the queen getting fucked by a man with a huge cock. He stared at the card, unable to speak for a moment. When he did, all he could say was, "Goddamn!"
"You keep repeating yourself, darling," Susan said. "Interesting. What do the others look like, Mother?"
"Let me cut, then I'll show you." She took the deck from David, shuffled it, and cut. The three of hearts. With a picture of two men fucking one woman. "Well, looks like I lost." She handed the deck to Susan and stood. "Why don't I start by sucking you, then you can decide if you want to cum in my mouth or fuck me?" She removed her robe and tossed it on the back of the couch. "Susan got her grandmother's beautiful red hair, but otherwise, we're pretty much a-like, aren't we?"
David stared at Marsha's luscious naked body. "Goddamn," he muttered.
"Darling, you must learn some new words," Susan teased. She reached over, pulled his robe open and put her hand under his cock to lift it from between his thighs. She let the shaft lie across her palm, showing it to her mother.
"Gorgeous cock," Marsha said, eyeing his cock and licking her lips. "A nice mouthful, when it's hard. And I intend to get it that way in short order."
Susan stood, removed her robe, and tossed it on top of her mother's. "Let's go to your bedroom, Mother. David-likes the mirror on the ceiling." She pulled David to his feet and kissed him. "Can you say something now, darling?"
"Yes." He grinned. "I can say that I've been had."
Marsha joined them and put her arms around both of them. "Not yet, dear, but you soon will be. Are you man enough to fuck both of us?"
"Damn right I am!" he said adamantly.
Susan took off his robe and tossed it aside. Marsha turned around, backed up to him, and pulled his arms around. Susan mashed her tits into his back, reached around him and put her hands on her mother's hips.
"The train is loaded and ready to leave the station," Marsha giggled.
"Choo-choo, chug-chug," David said. "This little engine has a full head of steam!"
They shuffled down the hall, locked together. By the time they reached the bedroom, David's cock was fully hard and pressed between the cheeks of Marsha's ass. Marsha pulled away and tumbled onto the bed on her back, propped up on a stack of pillows. She spread her legs and patted her pussy.
"My pussy needs a good licking," she said.
"Go ahead, darling," Susan said. "Show her how you licked Ingrid's pussy this afternoon."
David crawled onto the bed and between her legs. He lay down on his stomach and began licking Marsha's slit. Susan waited a couple of minutes, then gave her mother a broad, bawdy wink, and joined her husband. She leaned down and stuck her tongue in the corner of his mouth. He looked up, his eyes wide with surprise. She laughed and stuck her tongue in his mouth. Then she spread the fingers of her right hand along her mother's pussy and pulled it open.
"Look at her clit, darling," she said. "Isn't it big?"
"Just like yours," he replied.
Susan opened Marsha's legs until they were nearly straight out from her hips. "I'll bet she'd like to have two tongues on it at the same time," she whispered. "Let's lick it together."
David's eyebrows shot up. "Well, well. You're just full of surprises. When did you go bi?"
"A few days ago. Mother turned me on to clit licking. I told you, we got a lot of things straightened out."
"That, my darling wife, has to be the understatement of the year!"
"Save the talk for later," Marsha said. "Lick my clit!"
With their cheeks pressed together, Susan and David simultaneously blitzed Marsha's pussy. They not only licked her clit, they licked each other's tongues and lips.
Between licks, Susan said, "Put your finger in her cunt, darling."
David slipped his index finger into Marsha and Susan immediately stuck her finger in with his.
"Hmmm, that feels different," David said.
"It feels wonderful!" Marsha moaned. "I'm going to cum!"
Susan and David banged their cheeks together as their heads moved up and down to keep pace with Marsha's frenzied bucking. They pumped their fingers in her cunt and licked her clit furiously. They continued to lick her slit after her orgasm waned, but slower.
Susan stopped licking, but continued to finger-fuck Marsha. She licked David's tongue, then said, "Mother belongs to a neighborhood watch group. They get together and watch each other fuck. Would you like to join?"
"Looks like I have to take that promotion and move here, doesn't it?"
"Don't you think it will be worth your while? We can live down the street and invite Mother over often so you can fuck both of us. And there are plenty of sexy women in the group you can fuck. like Ingrid, for example."
"You're sneaky, you little vixen, but I love you." He stopped licking Marsha and kissed his wife.
"And I love you, darling. Now, you get up there and put your cock in Mother's mouth. I'll suck her off again, then you can fuck her."
"What about you?"
"I'll sit on her face while you fuck her, then you can fuck me and she'll sit on my face. Unless we think of something different."
David rose to his knees. "Somehow, I think you two will always think of something different."
"We'll sure try!" Marsha said. "Get up here and let your mother-in-law suck your cock while your beautiful wife sucks my cunt."
David had never looked forward to a promotion with more enthusiasm.
