"I can't take much more. Something's got to change. I'm not quite sure what or how, but I got a feeling it's going to be up to me to change it."
Marge Sommers sat slumped on the edge of the large double bed, her dust rag knotted in her hand, and addressed herself to the phone on the nightstand next to her. It was the last place her husband's voice had come from, and even though it was now silently cradled, it only seemed natural to keep talking to it.
"Things just can't go on like this, Roger!"
This was an old thought. It happened every time she got one of these phone calls from her husband.
"I'm tired of waiting for you to change. I guess I'm the one that's going to have to be different... So different, you'll wake up and notice me again."
This was a new thought. It was one approach she had not yet tried, and as she spoke it aloud, it awakened a flood of determination in her that would tolerate no reversal.
"I don't know how I'm going to do it yet, but I'll change into whatever it takes to save this relationship."
This was the most important thought. Marge loved Roger, and was now determined to do anything it took to save their marriage.
Her mind made up, she slipped her gaze from the telephone to scan the half-cleaned bedroom. Change, yes! But change what? Change how? Her mind wrestled hard with each question, her eyes searching every familiar corner of the spacious room as though an answer might reveal itself in some familiar object.
"Oh shit!" she mumbled, throwing the dust rag down to the floor. "How the hell can I fix something when I don't even know what's wrong?"
And there was definitely something wrong.
On the outside it looked like a perfect marriage. They had married young -- right out of high school -- and Roger had taken over his father's gardening business. In just a few short years he managed to expand it into one of the largest landscaping firms in Southern California.
And now they were the model couple. Beautiful wife -- handsome, successful husband -- both in their mid-thirties -- complete with the ideal daughter, two cars, and a nice home in one of San Diego's upper-income suburbs.
But, that was the outside. Inside, Marge was all to familiar with the problems. A husband too worried or busy to fuck her most of the time -- too fast to give her a satisfying orgasm. It had been five years since they had experienced anything beyond accidental good sex.
But Marge could cope with this, she was used to it. The phone calls were another matter. They were more recent, and harder to deal with.
Marge ran the whole phone conversation over in her mind, looking for some tiny clue, some logical reason in word or attitude for her to be so disturbed by them.
"Hello, Marge, you busy?"
"Oh, hi, honey. No, I'm just cleaning up, why?"
"I just wanted to tell you not to bother cooking dinner tonight. I have to go out of town, and I'll barely have enough time to get home and pack a few thing before catching my plane."
"Oh? You didn't tell me you were going out of town..."
"Yet, well... it just came up today. I hate to do it, but I've got to get thing squared away with one of my suppliers."
"How long will you be gone?"
"Don't know for sure, but it looks like it'll take the whole weekend. I don't figure to be back before Monday night."
"Well... if you have to..."
"No way around it."
"O.K.... see you later?"
"Yep. Don't work too hard, kiddo."
Marge analyzed each sentence, picking over the words. Until she realized it was making her feel worse to dwell on it, and quit.
There was something about his frequent trips that scared her. It didn't matter if it was a one night hop, or a two week convention. When he was with her, she could handle any of their marital problems; but when he was gone -- which was more and more often -- she felt helpless. She couldn't change something that wasn't there, and his trips began to look too much like running away.
"Yes sir," she mumbled, throwing one more scornful look at the phone. "Something has got to be changed."
She was startled to have her comment answered by a long, resounding ring. For one brief second her spirits rose on the hope it was Roger calling her to say he had changed his mind. But almost instantly this passed as she realized who it had to be. Without even waiting to hear a voice she picked up the phone and spoke.
"Hello, Jenny."
"Hi, Marge, how'd you know it was me?"
"I just knew."
"God... sometimes I think you must by psychic."
Actually there was nothing psychic about it. It was a simple matter of logic. Marge and Jenny had been best friends since high school; Roger and Jenny's husband, Tom Kramer, had also been best friends since high school. When Roger started dating Marge, Tom started dating Jenny. When Roger married Marge, Tom married Jenny. When Roger went into business, Tom went with him. Roger moved to the suburbs, Tom moved next door. If Roger is leaving town, so is Tom, and if Marge is feeling unhappy, deserted, frightened, so is Jenny.
Simple logic.
"Look Jenny, my E.S.P. level is about four on the hundred-and-eight-point scale. I just heard from Roger. I assume he's taking your husband with him on his newest escape from the marital prison camp."
"Yes, doesn't he always? Look, Marge, I've got to talk to you right away. Can you come over?"
Marge could hear the tension in Jenny's voice. "Sure! I'll be over in a few minutes. You get a couple of stiff drinks ready, and we'll bitch on each other's shoulders... O.K.?"
"O.K.... but please hurry."
Marge hung up the phone, and heaved a sigh. She did not look forward to going over. She felt bad enough without having to console Jenny, who usually took things worse.
She paused a moment to lean back on the bed. As she lay there, her mind sailed back to earlier days; days when Jenny and she would call each other with happier voices, and compare notes on their husbands for hours. There wasn't a sexual nuance tried in one bed that didn't appear in the other one the next night.
The two of them had done just about everything together. They carried together, married together, dated together, and...
"OH MY GOD! We even lost our cherrys together!"
Marge had all but forgotten the incident, and now suddenly, the memory of that evening flooded back.
It had been after one of those many parties that crop up in any high schooler's senior year. The beer had been flowing heavily, and they were both pretty high when Tom and Roger lured them out to Roger's waiting car.
For a while they just drove around, drinking some of the beet they had stolen from the party, and toasting their dual engagements. However, it wasn't long before they parked, Marge and Roger grabbed a blanket and moved off leaving Jenny and Tom in the car.
For a long time Marge and Roger sat entwined on the blanket, their bodies wrapped in a passionate, loving embrace. Roger's tongue was eagerly raping her hot mouth as his hands struggled against the frustrating barrier of her clothing. Marge stood the blissful torture of his caresses as long as she could. Once she felt her resistance falling too low, she broke the embrace. In one sweeping triumph of discipline she rose and announced: "I think a nice cold beer would help us to cool down a little."
"Oh sure," he moaned pathetically. "The very thing."
She kissed him quickly, and skipped toward the car. It was the sounds that caught her first. As she approached the vehicle she could hear Jenny moaning.
"Oh Tom. It's... it's... oh God it's so good, so Goddamn... OOOOOOOOHHHH!"
At first Marge assumed it was just another heavy petting session, and stifling her giggle crept up to surprise the young lovers. However, once next to the window, she received the shock of her young life.
Through the fogged window she could now see Jenny spread-eagled in the back seat. Her lips were welded to Tom's, and her hands wore clawing at his bare ass while he kneeled on the floor before her. Marge stared open-mouthed, her eyes two huge saucers of white as she watched her first glimpse of naked cock diving in and out of her best friend's hungry, virgin pussy.
Repining her senses, she dropped to her haunches, and clung to the side of the car. She was afraid to move for fear of being detected by the two lovers, and kneeled motionless, a prisoner to their moans and groans.
"Harder Tom, HARDER! I want you in me till I can't take you any more!"
"Oh God, Jenny, you feel so good. You're cunt is so warm and wet and beautiful! Oh God, God, God!!"
As Marge sat listening she was amazed to notice a change in her feelings. What had started out as shock and embarrassed eavesdropping, was now turning into sympathetic reaction. She could feel her cunt beginning to soak up as the sounds drifted out to embrace her in their passionate delight.
"I'm coming! Oh God, Jenny! I'm in your beautiful pussy, and I'm CCOOOOMMIIIIINNGG!"
Nothing could stop Marge now. She had to get back to Roger. Her belly was aching with the seeds of her lust, and she was ready to pour her passion out in one giant, desperate flood. Assured of Tom and Jenny's preoccupation with each other, she ran crouching from her position, and hurried to the nearby blanket.
Roger was waiting impatiently, tossing an empty beer bottle. "Well damn! It's about ti..."
He never got to finish. She was on him in a second, crushing her mouth onto his. She threw her arms around his neck, and let her body fall hard against him, burying him under the pressure of her heated embrace.
At first he was caught by surprise, and struggled briefly with the unfamiliarity of such raw, open need. But he was quick to surrender to the pleas of her swirling tongue, and the hard grinding of her hot little pussy against the growing bulge in his crotch.
And now he was all over her. Sensing that all the stops had been pulled, he eagerly unzipped her dress, aid unhooked her bra. Then his hands raced around, and for the first time cupped the full, large globes of her naked tits. His fingers trembled as they closed down upon her nipples, already tense and fully erect.
"Oh shit!" he moaned, his hands stroking her tits gently. "I don't believe I'm actually touching your bare tits. I can feel your beautiful nipples."
"Yes, oh God, it's so good. Your hands are so hot, and good... More, stroke them more, MORE!"
The heat of her plaint body, and the passion of her words urged him on, further igniting the rushing desires within him. He slipped the dress down over her shoulders, and stared speechless at the lovely milk white of her breasts as they glowed in the clear moonlight, the dark patches of her taut, pink nipples crying out to his lusting eyes.
He lowered his head and fastened his mouth on one of her tiny, pebble-like nipples. His tongue ran over the soft flesh, his teeth nipping the tiny buds into even greater stiffness. Marge grabbed his head and pressed it firmly against her tits, moaning softly as he sucked on one, and then the other.
She was now lost in her seething passion. Her body writhe frantically, her breath coming in uneven gasps. Any hope of their stopping was shattered by the violent thrust of her overwhelming desire. Roger was no more than a helpless mass of primal urges, stacking fiercely at the sweet mounds of her tits.
And now she was reaching down, her fingers fumbling at his straining fly. Disbelief swept over Roger as he felt the zipper go steadily lower, and a determined hand enter the confines of his shorts. A guttural moan escaped him as he felt her hand close on his swollen prick, her touch triggering waves of erotic bliss that bolted through his entire body.
He reached down and helped, lowering his pants until his swelling cock stood naked in her sweating hand. She gently squeezed it, testing the hot, hard surface with her fingers. Instinctively, she began a slow milking rhythm, her hand moving up and down the twitching shaft of his huge cock.
"Oh damnit!" he growled. "It's so good. You're touch so good. Stroke it... harder... pull my meat!"
"Yes, anything!" she cried. "It's so huge, so big and hard. I want to pump it... pull it feel it in me!"
The frankness of their words, combined with the overpowering wonder of their actions, had blocked all sanity from their minds. Roger stared lovingly at Marge's beautiful face, contorted in its lust, and thrust his cock hungrily in and out of her clutching hand, until he could stand it no longer.
Consumed in his sexual need, he tore at her dress, lifting the wrinkled garment quickly over her head, and returning his eyes to the bright gleam of her blond pubic triangle as it stared at him from beneath her juice-soaked panties.
Feverishly he worked her panties down over her hips. She moaned loudly as the cool night air blew across her openly exposed crotch. Without hesitation he moved his middle finger toward the wetness of her pulsing snatch and carefully stroked the velvety gash of her quivering cunt-lips.
His finger slid between the secret folds, burning her with its sinful touch. Her body twisted and heaved as she thrust her hips, greedily trying to swallow the finger with her cunt.
Gently he pushed the finger into the tight, running channel of her sensitive pussy. He tenderly stretched her virgin hole, widening it for the entry of his steely cock. Her hips churned, welcoming preparations, and her hand squeezed tighter on the bulging shaft of his oozing prick.
"Oh darling," she sobbed. "Now! Put it in me now! Please, I want to feel your beautiful cock in my cunt NOW! PLEASE!"
Roger was more than ready. He tore his engorged cock from her grasp, and rolling on top of her, he spread her trembling thighs and placed the head of his prick at the opening of her virgin cunt.
The contact of his bulbous cock-head against her moist, pink clit electrified Marge. Her entire body exploded in a mingling of nervousness and overwhelming desire.
Roger's own body burned in fiery desire as he fought the urge to ram his bursting prick far up into her hungrily throbbing cunt.
Slowly he pressed the head against the moist mouth of her pussy. Her groans stopped momentarily as she held her breath, biting her lip in anticipation of the pain to come. For one brief moment he hesitated, fearful of the agony he would inflict, but quickly dismissed it and lunged forward, burying the swollen head of his cock into her unyielding cunt.
Her voice squeaked out in tiny screams as he forced his cock upward, further and further into her resisting hole. Sobs racked her body from the harsh pain, but she refused to stop him.
Slowly, inch by inch, he pressed forward, imbed ding his rock-hard prick in her tender cunt. She felt her inner muscles contract, enveloping his rod in their searing hold. The maddening bliss of her soft, inner flesh drove him on mercifully, until in one final surge he was all the way in.
Roger was insane with the pleasure. He could feel the soft curls of her blond muff grazing the base of his cock, and his squirming balls falling firmly into the tight crack of her taut, young ass.
"Oh Marge, I love you? Your cunt is so beautiful and I love you. I don't ever want to leave your warm cunt. Does it hurt? Does it feel good for you?"
"Oh God yes. Fuck me. Pull it in and out! Let me have your cock! PLEASE!"
Slowly he withdrew the long prick and again surged forward. This time it disappeared more readily in her dark moistness. Roger could feel her cunt walls relaxing around his thrusting tool. Her body trembling as the sharp pains yielded to the increasing jolts of heavenly bliss.
Roger stared down the length of her firm, white body, and watched as his cock sliced in and out of her tight, mysterious cunt. In the starry half-light the glossy columns of her thighs shone eerily, and he could almost glimpse the pink gleam of her moist cunt. He fucked steadily, mindless of my possible pain, thrusting his cock in full, hard strokes.
Marge pulled his face to her, and threw out her tongue passionately in a full, ardent kiss. Their breaths mingled hotly, and their tongues sparred wildly together in the rising heat of desire. The hard lips of her jugs burned into his chest like tiny irons, and every sense -- every single nerve -- responded, intoxicated by the erotic pliancy of her body.
"Oh God, it's too good to be true!" she shrieked. "Nothing's ever felt like this! OH... DARLING... OOOOHH GOD!"
Her hands were clawing into his back, urging him to fuck deeper into her squirming, sucking pussy. Their combined animal moans reverberated in the desert patch of woods that hid their wanton union. Her nails raked his body, digging into the driving muscles of his ass, and plunging him in hard, reaming strokes into her body.
"ER... fuck me... fuck me harder!" she cried, her cunt clutching fiercely at his pistoning cock. "Fuck me... fuck me... FUCK ME!"
Her words inflamed him beyond all semblance of sanity. The roar of his own pounding blood filled his ears as his sweating, gasping body drove into her sucking, clasping cunt. An anguished groan rumbled deep in his throat as he felt the giant map of his cum rising from his aching balls.
"Oh Marge... I can't stop it... it's... SHHIIIIIIHT!"
"Yes! Me too! AAAARRRGQGGHHH!"
Their bodies began to heave uncontrollably.
Thick, hot streams of burning fluid gushed from cock and cunt to drown the lovers in glorious, jerking release.
Roger and Marge stared into each other's fats, adrift in a boiling sea of love, marveling at the flushed beauty that only sex an bring as his cock gushed the last remaining drops of cum into her wildly contracting cunt.
Chapter Two
Marge's mind returned from its mental journey, and slowly focused on the familiar surroundings of her bedroom. Her body was sweating and taking, its position completely altered by the force of her memory. She found herself balled up on her side, one hand pressed fiercely between her drenched thighs, her other hand rubbing passionately beneath her blows.
She flushed with embarrassment at her own manipulations, and rolled on her back, spreading her arms to each side of her.
"Shit," she whined, "why can't it still be like that? Why doesn't he still see me the same way he did that? Have I changed that much? Am I still beautiful?"
Suddenly she was consumed with curiosity. Maybe it was her body. Maybe she just wasn't attractive any more. Quickly she scooted down, and off the foot of the bed. She stepped over the vacuum cleaner and walked to the huge dresser mirror that dominated a large section of one wall. She paused to stare, and choked down one more rush of embarrassment before beginning to slowly undress.
First she removed the scarf from her head, watching as the soft white-blond curls fell to frame her youthful, angular face. Her features refused to away her thirty-five yearn. She possessed bright, almond-shaped eyes, and a slightly protruding lower lip that almost begged to be licked and nibbled.
No, it wasn't her face. She was still pretty. Next she reached below her breasts and knotted the loose ends of her blouse, pulling it slowly off her rounded white shoulders, and letting it drop to the floor. She stared critically at the braless perfection of her full tits. There was a little more sag perhaps, a few stretch marks as a badge of motherhood, but still they hung large and firm, the small pointy nipples marking them dead in the center.
No, it wasn't her tits.
Finally she unsnapped her cut-offs, and pulled them down, pulling the thin, white panties with them. She dropped them down the full velvety length of her slender, white legs, and with a quick flip of her tiny ankles, kicked them off. She stared again, studying the soft vee of her blond crotch. The hips were a touch wider perhaps, but still tempting, retaining all the set and resilience of her ex-cheerleader's body.
No, it wasn't her at all. She was the kind of woman men kill for -- beautiful, and hungry for a man's loving touch.
The sight of her own body was exciting her. The electric pulses of her previous remembrance still tingled beneath the thin layer of her glistening, sensuous body. "Oh Roger," she sighed, grabbing the wedding picture from the dresser before her, and clutching it to her gently heaving chest. "Why? I'm still beautiful. Why can't you fuck me like you used to like you did that night?"
And now she relived that night again, blocking out all the parts but the feel of his hand, his mouth, and his cock as she pressed the cool glass of the picture against her breasts. Her mind flashed its images, each sensation playing across her body, while her baud idly moved the photograph from one tit to another, speaking to it as though it were living flesh.
"It's so good, so good when you suck or touch my tits. You pull the love right through them. It pours out my nipples into your beautiful hard body."
She could see her tits in the mirror. The full pink nipples were awake and stretched as the brown skin around them began to contract and squirm. She continued massaging them, moving the squared frame across her body, and staring dreamy-eyed at the reddened buds jutting out boldly from the soft white mounds.
She was sinking now, sinking into the vivid picture of his hard, muscular body, clawing and rubbing against her tingling flesh. No longer able to see, her eyes shut tightly, her mind concentrating on the glorious insanity of that first erotic night of sex.
"Take my body," she groaned. "It's yours. Take it, anyway you want it... oh God! TAKE ME!"
The picture slid unconsciously from her hand, and began circling the milky expanse of her flat, smooth stomach, gliding effortlessly on the thin veneer of sweat that now coated her body.
A moan escaped her throat, and a weakening charge erupted in the pit of her stomach as the picture frame grazed the wet, clinging curls of her blond bush. She pressed the picture's cool edge momentarily on the glistening mound of her cunt, and trembled while a shiver climbed defiantly up her tingling spine.
Her nipples seemed to grow even stiffer, crying out for more and fuller contact. Her hand involuntarily flew up to clutch the hungry orbs. Her fingers worked frantically at her straining nipples, twisting and turning them like dials to raise the maddening volume of passion that was radiating from her drenched thighs.
"Oh God!" she cried, her mind guiding, then following the lustful lead of her imagined seduction. "More... I want more of you. Take my body. Take all the pleasure I have to give! Fuck me!"
Her hands switched positions. The picture came up to crush and slide across her sweaty tits while her other hand dropped lower and began to search gently in the swelling folds of her pulsating cunt. Her finger brushed against the tiny knob of her clit, startling the tiny bulb into instant erection, and jolting her with a sudden shock of ecstasy.
For one brief moment the awareness of her actions interrupted the smooth chain of imagined events. She was stunned by the realization she was masturbating, something she had never done, and with it came all the torturing voices of guilt so firmly associated with the act.
But nothing could prevail against the yearning borne of yearn of frustration and longing. As quickly as it had come, it fled, leaving her once again in the warm, delicious grasp of her sexual fantasy.
Her fingers persisted, tracing up and down the throbbing length of her cunt, swelling to wanton firmness the pink fleshy gash. Her fingertips slid gently around the screaming clit, and down into the inner folds, drawing ever nearer to her hungry, neglected hole.
And still the mind pictures flew by. "I need you in me," she mewed. "I need your cock in me, filling me up. Give it to me! Give me your cock!"
She sunk to her knees, spreading her legs wide and opening her burning pussy. Tauntingly she pulled, her finger up, barely touching the dripping gash. Her loins were aflame, her head swimming with the strength of her overwhelming need.
"Now," she uttered, her breath raspy and gasping.
"Give it to me now... now... UUUUUGGGGHH!"
With a savage lunge she rammed her finger into her inflamed cunt. Her breath exploded in an animal growl, the sweat flying from her jerkins taking head. The want, fleshy walls of her cunt collapsed around the juice-drenched finger, and sucked ravenously at this pleasure-giving intruder.
But the powerful force of her hunger drove her ever on. One finger was not enough. Desperately she plunged another, and then another into her hot, dripping cunt. She frantically twisted her hand, driving the hard probes deep into the cavernous depths of her quivering pussy.
Her other hand now opened, allowing the photo to drop unnoticed to the floor. Her fingers began to knead at her breasts, the nails digging into the tender tit-flesh, trying to crush the overwhelming fire that raged within them.
She was moaning incessantly now, her hips jerking and twisting to the unyielding probing of her cock-like fingers. The whole lewd rhythm of her frenzied dance gained momentum until her lust-crazed body toppled, thrashing wildly in the soft pile of her bedroom carpet.
"OOOOOHHH SHIT! Let it come... GOD! Let it come!!"
Her head rocked frantically, sending the sweat-drenched, matted locks of her hair flying to each side of her. Her hips rose up in spasm after spasm of delight. Her hand battered mercilessly at her driving cunt as every muscle in her body stood tensed and ready, waiting for the final releasing blow.
Suddenly Marge's twisting body was convulsed with a gigantic spasm. She girded her loins and checked the motion of her hands, holding her trembling body on the very edge of orgasm before finally shattering into the climactic abyss. It broke over her in wave after wave of screaming tremors.
Her body jerked like a hooked fish, her breath gasped out in low, sustained moans, leaving her unable to breathe, and her heart seemed to atop beating as the raw power of climax raced through her.
In one final great sigh she collapsed, exhausted and satisfied onto the carpet. For several moments she lay there, allowing every ripple and shiver of her orgasm to play itself out before moving.
Now, finally, she stirred. She leaned over and grabbed her cut-offs and panties, putting them on quickly. She was suddenly self-conscious about her nakedness. She lifted her scarf, and wiped the sweat from her face, rising at the same time to check her face in the mirror. She adjusted the curls, blending the wet locks into the dry ones, until only her red swollen breasts remained to expose her wanton act.
And then it happened. Every feeling she had suppressed in the heat of her passion now welled up. Every bit of guilt, humiliation, every dirty feeling that she could associate with the word masturbation ran through her.
"Goddamn it!" she cried. "I've managed to avoid masturbating my whole life, and what do I get? Fifteen yearn of marriage, five years of no real husband, and I'm ramming my hand into my own cunt."
Her feeling quickly surrendered, giving in to an anger more intense than possibly any she had ever experienced before. All directed at Roger.
"YOU PRICK!" she screamed, her balled-up fists crashing against the dresser top. "You motherfucking prick! You son-of-a-bitch... SON-OF-A-BITCH!"
She was blinded with rage and humiliation. She turned and kicked at the nearest object, the vacuum cleaner, but only succeeded in hooking her ankle around the hose and falling to the floor.
Undaunted, she pounded her fists into the bed, the dust swirling up with each blow, her voice screaming her curses to the full limit of her rough, angry throat. On and on she slammed, only stopping when her gaze caught hold of the wedding picture face down on the floor.
She got up, and rushed to it, pulling it up to glower at her husband's grinning face. It was still streaked and smudged from the grinding contact of her tits, only serving to inflame her anger.
In one quick, decisive move she cocked her arm, summoning every ounce of strength and emotion, and threw the picture against the wall. She watched gleefully as it shattered, sending fragments of glass flying in every direction. But with it, her anger too seemed to shatter and she staggered back, limply sitting on the bed.
She only had time for one heavy sigh before the door burst open.
"Mom! Mom, you okay?"
She stared mutely at this younger reflection of herself for several seconds before she could answer.
"Your mother was sick for a while, honey. But she just made herself well."
"What?"
"Nothing Laura, nothing. I'm just mumbling."
The young beauty walked over. Picking up Marge's blouse from the floor, she placed it over her mother's bare shoulders. "It's Dad... isn't it?"
"Oh great!" she moaned. "I think it's a secret, and now you come to tell me everyone knows."
"Not everyone, Mom. Just me... remember me? I live here. It's hard to miss."
"Yes... I guess it is."
She stood silent a few seconds, unsure of her mother's mood. "Look, Mom, I know I'm only eighteen and not supposed to know... but, if you ever want to talk..."
"No! I don't need to discuss it! I'm quite capable of handling it, thank you!" She was not sure why she was snapping at Laura. Maybe it was the fear that her daughter might know more about her sexual problem than herself.
At any rate an uncomfortable silence followed her outburst, a silence that now made her aware of the presence of Laura's boyfriend Larry Melrose. He had apparently been standing in the hallway since Laura came in, and at the moment was devouring her naked tits with his eyes.
She thought a moment about covering up, but decided the hell with it. At this point she was too confined and spent to be anything but grateful for his appreciative glances.
The moment hung stiffly, it was an impasse, with each player waiting to see if the other would resume the action. It was the phone that finally broke the static.
"Oh damn," Marge moaned. "That's Jenny wondering where the hell I am. Answer it will you, sweetheart? Tell her I'm on my way over."
Laura moved to the phone while Marge crossed to the mirror and retied her top. She was just finishing up when Laura hung up.
"Better warn you, Mom, she sounds real drunk."
"You sure?"
Jenny was frequently upset, as was Marge, but never upset enough to get really loaded.
"No doubt about it."
"Jesus!" she mumbled. "Whatever it is, it's worse than I thought."
Marge's thought was broken by a sudden outburst from Laura. "Oh my God! I forgot about Larry. He's standing out there waiting to help me pack."
"Pack? Where are you going?"
"God, Mother, can't you remember anything? My encounter group is having a one-week retreat, and Larry and I are going. Does any of this ring a bell?"
"Yes, yes I remember now. Well don't let him hang around out there. Bring him in so I can say hi." Marge waited while Laura grabbed Larry and pulled him into the room. She stared at him hoping to see some kind of embarrassed look, but instead found herself blushing as his eyes met hers confidently, his appreciation of all he had seen of her written clearly on his bold, handsome face.
"Hello, Mrs. Sommers... you're looking good." She winced at what she hoped was an accidental turn of phrase. "Thank you." There was a moment's pause in which Marge realized that she was too flustered by his incessant stare to talk. "Look, I've got to see Jenny. I'll see you both before you leave. Have fun packing, kids."
She gave Laura a quick kiss and strolled out. In all that time Larry's eyes never left her for a second.
"You know, Laura, if I were your father, I'd never get out of bed."
Laura giggled, throwing her arms around his waist. "You like that action, huh?"
"You know it. I'd sleep with that lady any day." Suddenly Laura was a beaming ball of excitement. "Oh my God, that's it! That's just what she needs!"
"What is?"
Laura stared at him thoughtfully. "Never mind... I think I've got a way to help Mom out, and you, my good man, are going to help."
Chapter Three
Marge sat silently on the edge of the sofa, flying to find the words that would make Jenny feel better. She searched desperately, racking her brain, looking for some magical phrase that would make everything seem all right, but it just would not come.
"Shit Jenny, I wish I knew what to tell you, but I don't."
Marge picked up her glass, and downed the contents of her second drink in one long swallow.
What the hell, she figured, if I can't help her at least I can join her. She got up, and stepped around her friend's cross-legged, sobbing body, weaving her way unsteadily to the bar.
"You want another drink, Jenny?"
"No... it's not any good. I... I can't..." But her attempt to talk only brought an another wave of tears.
Marge fixed herself another drink, and came around, perching herself on one of the tall barstools, waiting for her friend's spasm to subside. She sat quietly, enduring her friend's misery as long as she could before she finally spoke.
"Oh God honey, relax... PLEASE! I mean, you don't really know for sure that Tom is cheating on you. I'll admit it looks shaky, but one pair of strange panties, and a head full of suspicion doesn't really constitute evidence... does it?"
"DAMMIT, MARGE! I don't need evidence. I don't need proof. I can feel it! He's not sleeping with me, he must be sleeping with somebody. I'm telling you... I can feel it... I'm as sure as if I'd watched him do it."
Marge felt helpless again. She could not help being swayed by Jenny's arguments. She had laid her suspicions out drunkenly, but accurately, and her overwhelming sureness made the whole idea hard to deny.
"Okay, Jenny... okay! So maybe he's had one affair, or maybe two... So what?"
"SO WHAT!"
"YES! So what!" What the hell. She could afford to be brave. It wasn't her husband.
Jenny was amazed. She looked her bloodshot eyes on her mother's face, scanning for some hint that she was just kidding. "Damnit, Marge! I just can't believe how casually you're taking all this."
"I don't have any choice," she smiled, hoping to cheer Jenny up. "Someone's got to keep you from falling apart."
"You astound me," she squeaked, managing a small smile of her own. "Our husbands are having affairs and you can sit there playing Mother Courage... unbelievable!"
The smile suddenly faded from Marge's lips. "What do you mean, OUR husbands?"
"Just what I said." Jenny now recognized her friend's look as shock. "I'll be damned. You mean you... oh Marge! How can you be so psychic one minute, and so utterly dense the next? If Tom is running out of town to carry on, what the hell is Roger doing with him? I don't think it's in case they need a fourth for bridge!"
Marge's blood turned to ice water. This was the one thought she had never allowed herself to think. Oh, it had rolled around her brain once or twice, but she would never give it credence. And now, here it was, staring her in the face.
"NO! No, Jenny! It's... they can't... there's got to be some other reason. BUSINESS... it's just business."
She mumbled on, trying to convince herself, but it just would not hold water. She had bought it now that Roger was involved. It answered too many questions, explained too many things. She was finally forced to openly accept the blunt, painful reality of her marriage.
"Damnit!" Marge choked back the tears that were now so ready to come pouring out. "Oh... Goddamn those bastards!"
Her friend was less able to control it. "Marge, I'm sorry. I thought you... oh God... I'm so... sorry!" And the flood began, streaming down the well-worn path of her mascara.
But Marge was no longer uncomfortable with her friend's crying. In fact she was grateful. It gave her something besides herself to concentrate on. Finding the strength to console Jenny was far easier than dealing with the pain that now gnawed at her stomach.
She slipped off the barstool, and walked over to Jenny, kneeling compassionately in front of her sobbing body. "I think we could both use a good hug," she sighed, and pulled her up to her knee. Quickly her arms went out, enveloping the girl in a warm, firm, soothing hug.
The two women remained that way for some time. Marge held tightly, stroking her hair, absorbing each jerk of her crying body until the storm finally passed. Once Jenny had stifled herself, Marge broke the embrace, and leaned back to stare at her friend.
The sight of her friend's streaked and puffy face filled her with pity. Impulsively she leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, infusing it with all her love and friendship. But something suddenly clicked in Jenny. She returned the kiss much more ardently, her arms coming back up to circle Marge's neck.
Slowly her tongue crept out. She wormed it gently between the other woman's lips, and into her warm mouth. It began moving rapidly, exploringly, tasting and savoring the sweetness of her mouth.
Marge was stunned. Instinctively she pulled back, but her friend's tight gasp would offer her no retreat. She relented momentarily, wondering what to do before she finally succeeded in turning her face to the side, breaking the deep, warmly passionate kiss.
"Look, Jenny, maybe I'd better go."
"NO! Oh God, Marge, stay... I need you... you're the only one who still loves me! Please, STAY!"
Desperately, Jenny recaptured Marge's mouth, her tongue shooting back out to reclaim her friend's devotion. But, this time she was more prepared. She accepted the fleshy intruder, tasting it, feeling its moist warmth as it circled slowly in her mouth. Slowly, she gave in to this strange, new closeness that was rising between them.
Sensing her acceptance, Jenny moved in closer. As she did, her thigh moved up between the firm white columns of Marge's legs, and pressed eagerly against the soft mound of her cunt. Marge could fret the muscled limb bearing down, even through her clothing, and gasped as she felt a sudden, leaping thrill sensation surge warmly through her loins.
Jenny was unconscious of her friend's feelings. She was by now totally lost in the grip of her own needs -- needs brought on by years of neglect and frustration.
Her tongue was working fiercely at Marge's mouth, and her hands were stroking the gentle angles of her friend's beautiful face. Slowly they lowered, drifting down across her sinewy neck, sloping out around her white, rounded shoulders, and finally sinking to caress the fullness of her gently heaving tit.
And now Marge was frightened. Jenny's avidly running fingers were sending tiny thrills of pleasure through her, and it scared her. She could feel her pink nipples jumping to erect hardness as Jenny fondled the tit through the thin baffler of her clothing. She reached down and pulled the woman's hand away, at the same time withdrawing from the burning contact of her grinding thigh. She had to get out. She had to escape the trembling, heightened sensations that were racing through her.
"Jenny, please. I've got to go." She struggled to her feet, but the alcohol was now making her dizzy, and the sudden tremblings of her passions left her legs shaky. For one second she weaved unsteadily, barely able to support her own weight.
Instantly, Jenny's arms were around her, supporting her, holding her. "No, Marge, stay! Please don't leave. I need you. I need to be held and touched and felt by someone who means it. Please, touch me... TOUCH ME!"
"Jenny! We can't. It's... unnatural... it's... it's..." But she could not finish. Staring into her friend's pleading face, she was suddenly filled with the same hungry desire, the same craving need to be touched by another human being.
Grabbing her face, she bent down and kissed her cheek, tasting the salt of her tears. Slowly she dropped to the floor. Jenny now clamped her body to Marge's, crushing their breasts together, her lips and tongue returning to the haven of her mouth.
They met sensuously in a gentle, undemanding kiss that crumbled the final vestiges of Marge's fearful resistance. Gradually she relaxed against her friend's body, her arms coming around to cradle Jenny's frame. Marge's tongue flew out to circle the moist circumference of her hot mouth, opening the doors of their fiery passion.
Jenny's hands raced across the blonde's beautifully curved body, caressing and fondling the firm flesh until she found the swaying, heaving globes of her tits. She cupped the mounds tenderly, rolling the delicate pink nipples into spiky attention.
Marge gasped at the electric touch of Jenny's hand. She was dazed by the unfamiliar feel of loving hands molding the full contours of her tits, and it drove her crazy. Finally she was there. No longer doubting, no longer accepting, but wanting, needing. She craved Jenny as fully as she could ever crave any man.
Surrendering to the full range of her passions, she now reached up and untied her blouse, throwing the intruding garment as far from her as she could. Jenny's hands clawed lovingly at the bare mounds, her fingers tearing at each tit nipple in lusting frenzy.
"OOOOOOOHHH! God, Jenny," she moaned. "God it's so good to be touched... to be wanted."
"Yes! You feel so good, so warm and loving and good... your tits are so soft and big... I want to touch them... and kiss them! Oh Marge, can I kiss them?"
"Yes, yes! Please, kiss them."
Quickly Jenny's mouth went down and surrounded the straining nipple of her left breast. She sucked with all her force, her cheeks collapsing with the strength of her suction. Marge almost screamed with joy as she felt the bulk of her fiery tit enter the hot, wet orifice.
"Shit! Suck it, suck my tit... milk me until I'm dry!"
Jenny continued her blissful manipulations, jumping from one tit to the other, showering each aching boob with the attentions of her maddening passion. Her mouth would alternate, first pressing her glistening tongue and rolling it across her swollen nipples, then sucking again, moving the quivering bud in and out of her mouth in a steady maddening rhythm.
Marge was groaning audibly, responding to the intensely erotic feeling that were being generated by every one of her friend's wanton caresses. She was consumed with the desire to touch Jenny's bare flesh, and tore at the zipper of her dress. The cloth parted before her, and she ran her hands frantically across the woman's bare, exposed back.
Slowly her hands worked around, delighting in the smooth texture of her friend's feminine feel. She could hear Jenny's breath catch in her throat as her hand brushed the small knob of her tit.
Jenny's tits were smaller than Marge's, but firm and proud nonetheless. Marge's hands came up and cupped the resilient mounds, marveling at their velvety texture. The pointy, outstretched nipples burned into her palms as she crushed the dangling balls of flesh in her loving bands.
"OH, Marge," she cried. "It's been so long since I've been held... touched... since I've felt... Let's undress, please! I want to feel you touching me all over."
Quicker than Marge thought possible, the young girl was up and had stripped off all her clothing, pausing for only an instant to stroke her own tingling flesh while she waited for Marge to catch up.
She could not help staring at Jenny's lovely, naked body. It was smaller in all respects than hers. Physically and emotionally she was the same, small and frail. She was slender, but not bony. The tight roundness of her muscles gave her a fleshy fullness, and her face was a baby-doll beacon of beauty that shone from beneath her rich auburn hair.
Marge was frozen in her gaze, dizzy with the lusting study of her friend's body, but Jenny's need proved greater than Marge's pace. Quickly she pulled the remaining garment from the blonde's outstretched legs, and tossing it aside, threw herself down on Marge's gleaming torso.
Marge jolted with the passion of this woman, more excited, more hungry than her husband had ever been. Jenny buried her thigh in the soft vee of Marge's cunt, her taut, knotted muscles grinding against the hot, soaking patch. Marge responded, driving her own thigh into her friend's clasping pussy, and thrilled as the hot juices trickled down her sweaty flesh.
Now their eager mouths were welded together in another deep, throat-tilling kiss while their hands flowed ceaselessly across their bodies. The glorious feel of flesh, and the burning friction of their grinding loins, fanned the flames of their desires into uncontrollable fires of sensuality.
The sweat-covered bodies slid against each other, emitting frequent claps of suction as their bellies pounded together in full, grinding thrusts. Their tits pressed together, the tiny nipples melting together into two tiny points of erotic bliss.
"AAAAAHHHH! GODDAMN!" Marge was screaming now. Each of Jenny's thrusts was battering her aching clit. "God, Jenny... I can't believe it... I think I'm going to come! It's so fucking good! Your cunt... mouth... EVERYTHING FEELS SO FUCKING WONDERFUL!"
The words only served to increase the frantic actions of her friend. "I want you to come. Please, Marge, come! I want to make you come like you've never come before... I want to fuck you so good that well never fuck our fucking husbands again."
Obediently Marge abandoned the actions of her own thigh, and spread her legs wide. Jenny moved up, digging the narrower part of her leg into Marge's screaming twat. Her cunt-lips parted, clutching voraciously at the leg, her clitoris crying out its grateful abuse. Her hand shot out, clawing feverishly at Jenny's bucking as. Her nails dug into the firm, cushiony mounds as her body trembled from the rhythmic grinding.
"Oh Jenny, I'm almost there. I can feel it coming, and I want you to come with me! I want your beautiful cunt to explode with mine."
Frantically her fingers dropped down to the crack of Jenny's ass. Carefully she moistened the tips in the soaking gash before curling her fingers around the shivering bud of her clitoris.
She began rubbing the tiny button, fingering it with all the respect and instinct that only another woman could possess. Her actions sent a jarring shock of pleasure racing through her friend's ramming body, and stirred her into even more frantic lunges with her hips.
Jenny was screaming in pure delight. "YYYEEEEEESS! Oh God yes, it's coming! I don't believe it, but it's coming! Push it harder... pull my clit till I blow!"
The two bodies bucked and heaved frantically on the soft carpet, each one struggling to bring the other off first. Marge plunged and pulled at the tiny button as Jenny banged her leg into the furry, blond patch of Marge's cunt.
On and on they churned, the loud groans of their mingled passions threatening to explode the walls of the house, their love-starved bodies thrashing in unbridled ecstasy.
And then it came.
Their bodies held still, frozen for one-billionth of a second in arched anticipation. Once upon them, they burst into uncontrolled convulsions of groaning, agonizing pleasure, seizing them both in its mindless ecstasy.
The juices spilled from their contracting cunts in rich, prolonged spasms that seemed to pull the very life from them. Having spent its fury, the climax then eased off, drifting away to leave the two twisted, huddled bodies weak and tired from their mind-blowing ride.
For a long time the two women remained still on the floor, Jenny huddled closely in Marge's arms. She lay there, the thoughts sailed through Marge's mind. I don't believe I'm sitting here holding another woman, a woman I've had sex with, and enjoying it. God, has it come to this?
Marge finally stirred. "I'm sorry honey," she said, kissing Jenny gently on the cheek. "I've really got to get home. Laura's leaving for a week, and I want to spend some time with her before she goes." Marge rose and began dressing.
Jenny watched her for several minutes, uncertain of whether or not to speak. "Marge... can we... can we do this again?"
Marge paused a long time before answering. She knew she was supposed to feel guilty, or repulsed, or at least unwilling, but none of these emotions would surface. All she could feel was satisfied, and grateful for such an open expression of love.
"I don't know, honey. We'll see."
Jenny was encouraged by her partially receptive manner. "Oh, Marge, I want this to happen again. I need to feel wanted. I need to feel someone desires me."
"Believe me, I understand."
"I mean... I'm not a lesbian or... I'd take another man if I could... but I don't have the courage, and I don't think you do either."
Marge wondered for a second if she did. "I know Jenny, I know."
"So... all we've got is each other, and I promise you, no one will ever know. Please, Marge... please... say you will!"
"I've got to think, Jenny. We'll see." Marge walked over and kissed Jenny gently on the lips. "I'll call you later, okay?"
"Okay."
Chapter Four
Marge closed the front door of her house, and fell back against the hard surface, her head thudding lightly on the large wooden slab. In an effort to dispel the ranging confusion within her, she heaved a full, gut-contracting sigh that ended up more like a growl than a breath.
"Good God, what a day," she mumbled, her voice filled with irony. "Masturbation, and homosexuality -- two mortal sins, and ft's not even three o'clock yet. Dear me, what would the folks say?"
The image of her parents suddenly filled her foggy brain. Her mother was standing, tears in her eyes, her arms held out pathetically in abject misery at her daughter's sinful behavior. Her father was laughing lewdly, his tongue hanging out, his hand listing the glowing shaft of his huge cock.
Marge laughed at this surrealistic creation of her taxed mind. "Oh God! I need to talk to someone, and soon. I need HHHHEEEEELLLPPPPP!"
At first she was kidding, but soon, the idea of talking to someone began to sound good. But who? Roger is out of the question. Jenny is as confused as I am. And then she remembered her daughter's offer. Of course, Laura! She's into all that psychology stuff. Maybe, just maybe, she can really help.
Feeling encouraged for the first time that day, she quickly climbed the stairs, and approached her daughter's room. As she neared Laura's partially open door, she could detect the sounds of heavy, labored breathing. She sensed immediately that, rather than catching them in some awkward, youthful embrace, she should come back later, but she could not resist the temptation to take one quick peek.
She was not prepared for what she saw.
Fortunately she caught herself before the piercing shriek could escape. Through the open door she could see the sprawling, naked bodies on Laura's bed, the source of their groaning fully revealed to her amazed eyes. They were making love, and Laura's mouth was totally occupied in licking and sucking Larry's swollen cock.
Marge immediately stepped away from the slight opening, and leaned against the wall, carefully avoiding any noise. Her first reaction was shame. She blushed at the embarrassing idea that either one of them might have caught her watching their obscene act.
But this quickly gave way to a rising anger as she realized that it was her daughter in there. The thought of Laura, making love to a man, filled her with a confusion of maternal responsibilities that she had never faced before.
"Good God, what the hell should I do?" she whispered. "Should I go in there? Should I wait? Should she be punished? What the fuck do I do?"
She struggled with the questions, turning each one over and over in her mind until she felt her anger slipping. And now, a new emotion crept in. As she played the picture of her daughter's sinful act in her head, she was suddenly aware of her overwhelming feeling of shock.
Not only was Laura having sex, but she was sucking Larry's cock. At sixteen, her daughter was reveling in an act that she had only tried once or twice in thirty-five years. And God only knows what they're doing now!
It was this last thought that brought on the final, and remaining, emotion: curiosity. Standing where she was, she could hear the guttural moans, broken only by occasional nondescript talking and laughter. She had to know. She had to see what they were doing.
Battling her protesting sense of propriety, she resumed to her position at the door. She bit her lip nervously, and cracked the door slightly wider, giving herself a fuller view of the erotic scene before her. And now she stared uneasily, feeling like an underage adolescent at a peep show.
She could see and hear them both clearly, and felt herself riveted to the raw, innocent passion in front of her. Marge tried hard to appreciate the youthful love scene. She wanted to enjoy the symphonic tones of their low, rhythmic moans, and the gentle play of light across their sweat-soaked bodies, but she could not. Instead, she was stifling yet another scream as she gaped in horror at the new arrangement of their lusting bodies.
Laura was kneeling, her face crushed against the pastel print of the sheet, and her hips held high in the air. Larry was behind her, his knees resting between her widespread legs. His tongue was running in wide circles across her buttocks, pausing only to suck at the quivering, white flesh of her firm, adolescent ass.
"Oh Larry," she moaned, "I love the feel of your tongue there! Oh God, don't stop! Sometimes I think my ass is the most sensitive part of my body... and I love it when your mouth is there."
Her words inflamed him. His hands came up to crush the tight, fleshy pillows of her ass-cheeks, and his tongue slid over, nestling itself into the very top of her deep crack. His nails tore into her taut flesh, his hands opening the twin mounds as far as they would go.
Laura screamed, her body trembling in frantic desire as she felt the tip of his hot tongue skate down the deep furrow, and come to rest an the small, pulsing ring of her anus.
"OOOOOOOGGGGHHHHH! GOD, GOD YES!" she cried. "Do it... please! Ream me with your wonderful tongue! Now... NOW. NOW!"
Larry was shaking in the grip of his own passion. He rolled his tongue into a steely cylinder, and drove it into the tight barrier of her rectum. He swirled his moist licker in and out of her, moaning as he felt each thrust climb deeper into the hot channel.
Laura was a quivering mass of sweating flesh. She arched her back fiercely, and spread her legs as far as they could go in an effort to open herself to his reaming mouth. Low animal moans poured steadily from her throat, half from the contortions of her rubbery spine, half from the erotic bliss of his fiery tongue.
By now Marge was totally lost in the sight of the two twisting teenagers. She could see the juices pouring from her daughter's bushy cunt as she jerked in hungry, passionate delight. She watched as Larry's cock bobbed and twitched in anticipation, his pre-cum dripping in long web-like threads onto the bed beneath him.
For Marge, there was no more shock, no more surprise, nothing but the searing hunger of her sexual urges. Her own cunt was a seething river of liquid, triggered by the obscene sight before her.
At this point Larry was unstoppable, a lunatic slave to his frenzied lusts. His face was crushed into her ass, the velvety texture of her mounds rubbing against his cheeks, his tongue spearing maniacally in and out of her burning bowels.
"More, Larry, more," Laura groaned, her body still hungering for further delights. "I need more. Give me your cock... your beautiful cock... I WANT YOUR COCK UP MY ASS!"
The young man finally lifted his face from its blissful chore, and grabbing the massive bulk of his cock, moved up and forward on his knees.
"God I love your body," he groaned, his breath gasping fitfully from his trembling body. "I could eat you, or fuck you forever."
"Yes, yes, do it! Fuck me now, and don't ever stop!"
He placed the bulbous head of his blood engorged prick against the tight muscle of her anus, rubbing it firmly around the tiny, puckering hole. Carefully he inserted his forefinger into her cunt, coating it with hot lubricant, then returning it to her quivering asshole.
He then lowered his hard prick, and pushed his dripping finger into her bowels. He turned the digit, rotating it, smearing the tender inner walls of her rectum with the rich, thick lather of her cunt.
"UUUUUUUUGGGHHHH! Yes God, yes! That feels wonderful! So fucking wonderful!"
"I'm glad," he moaned, pushing his finger in all the way. "I'm glad it feels so good... but not as good as my cock will feel... nowhere near as good..."
"Yes, your cock! Show me how your cock feels!"
Larry pulled his finger from her asshole in one motion, and quickly thrust his prick between her cheeks. He taunted her for a moment, pressing lightly, churning his hips, waiting for her hungry muscle to beg. And then suddenly in one violent motion he shoved his cock all the way up her tight asshole.
"AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHH!"
Marge could not believe it. The breath gasped into her chest, and her stomach contracted in sympathy. For a second she was frightened for Laura. Scared that this young muscular boy was killing her daughter with his cock. But the feeling passed when she saw her child's body begin writhing in ecstasy, her voice screaming out her bliss.
"OOOOHHH FUCK YYYEEEEESSS! Harder, HARDER! Tear me apart with your huge prick... RIP ME OPEN!"
On and on they churned, Laura driving her hips back and forth to meet his every thrust, swallowing the length of his throbbing cock. Her fingers clutched desperately at the corners of her bed, giving her the leverage to slam her ass against his wiry crotch.
He reached down and began rubbing his finger furiously across her glistening, pink clit, and the tiny erect bud bounced like a punching bag as his finger sent wave after wave of electric pleasure skipping through her heaving body.
"Oh fuck yes!" she screamed. "Rub it! Rub my clit till I cum! Rub my clit and pound your huge cock into my ass harder, HARDER!"
Marge had never seen such raw, blatant sex. Nor had she ever heard it cried so loudly and freely from the mouths of the lovers. Her own body shook as she felt each thrust, each hard jab as though it were her own body on the bed. Her head pounded in impassioned lust, and she desperately fought the urge to tear at her own seething pussy. As she watched the two bodies, lost in the blinding rage of their sex, her eyes jumped from her daughter's flushed face, grimacing in painful delight, to the hard, beautifully muscled body of the young man. Her gaze locked on his rippling, corded frame as he drove his massive cock in and out of the girl's twitching anus. The sight drew from Marge a chorus of moans, loud enough to be heard were it not for Laura's growling voice.
"Oh God, it's comin OOOOHHH Larry, fuck me hard! As hard as you can! Split my ass, and pull my clit till it comes off! I'm almost there... God... GOD... GOD!"
The two lovers were going crazy, their moans and groans became almost indistinguishable from the short, clipped, lusting phrases that spat from their rasping throats.
Their firm battering thrusts disintegrated into chaotic jabs of frantic movement. Laura's young body twisted and jerked, her ample tits slapping together loudly as Larry poured every ounce of his adolescent strength into his hips. His ass muscles knotted fiercely as he stabbed his raging cock deep into the burning chamber of her bowels, his finger drumming incessantly on her screaming clit.
"Oh God, LARRY! LLAAAAARRRRYYYYYYYYY!"
"YES, YES, NOW... NNOOOOOWWW!"
"AAAAAAAANNNGGGGGHHHHHHAAAAAAAAA!"
The next few minutes were a violent gale of screams and lashing bodies. The orgasms bunt upon them, accompanied by the loud applause of flesh clapping against flesh. Larry's convulsing body crashed down on Laura's back as his cock blasted the sewing load of his cum into her in gush after ripping gush.
For a few seconds she held him up, her own body heaving and flailing as the forces of her climax blew through her cunt, and poured in flooding steams down the soft, white flesh of her inner thighs. Finally she crumbled and fell to the bouncing bed, his helpless body a giant, stony weight above her, and the two lovers lay there, twitching the final spasms of their ecstasy.
Marge stumbled from the open doorway, and propped her perspiring body against the wall. With her heart pounding in her chest, and the echoes of their voices still ringing in her brain, she almost failed to recognize the deep-throated call of her daughter's voice.
"If you're through watching, Mother, why don't you come in?"
Oh Christ! They'd seen her. She was trapped. Marge froze in the horror of discovery. She had no idea what to say or do, and the combined forces of her sudden shock and lingering passion rendered her helpless. Trusting to fate, she burst into the room, and waited for some instinct to guide her.
The young people lay side by side on the small bed, their bodies boldly exposed to her confused gaze. Their young faces, still flushed with the excitement of their heated encounter, stared at her, wondering what her first move would be.
Deciding that a good offense was the best defense, Marge plunged in, putting every bit of anger and motherly indignation in her voice that she possibly could.
"Laura Sommers! What do you think you are doing?"
"Fucking," she giggled. "Why? What did it look like I was doing?"
"You know what it looked like, young lady! Oh God, Laura, why... WHY?"
"BECAUSE I LIKE IT! It feels good! It feels great!" She paused a second to let an evil grin curl the corners of her lips. "I'll bet it looked good too. How did it look Mom? Did you get excited? Was it fun to watch?"
"NO! I mean... I just... I didn't want to barge in, I... I... Look, don't change the subject. I'm telling you right now, Laura, you're never going to do this again, EVER! Not until you're married!"
"WRONG!" she snapped. "I don't intend to get married for a long time, and I intend to have a lot of sex, with a lot of different people... in a lot of ways... every way I can get it! I don't intend to end up a frustrated, horny wife like you. Staring at some couple in a bedroom and fingering my own cunt."
The words cut through Marge's gut like a knife. Her hands trembled as the cruel half-truths of her daughter's defiant speech burned into her brain. Unconsciously, motivated only by the consuming desire to lash out at her attacker, she crossed the snail space of floor, and slapped Laura viciously across the face.
But rather than silencing the girl, the cruel blow seemed to open the flood gates as her words flowed out in one long, bitter stream of accusations.
"GO ahead, hit me. It won't change the fact that you're a prude. A dried up, withering PRUDE! Just because you're scared of any sex that's not strictly missionary, don't get on my back. I love to fuck! Maybe if you loved it more Daddy wouldn't have to go running out of town, and chase every piece of exciting ass. Shit, with your attitude I don't blame him for not fucking you!"
For Marge, this was just one blow too many. She collapsed onto the edge of the bed, an entire day's worth of tears spilling unchecked down her cheeks. Oh God, she thought. She's right. The little bitch is light!
She was hardly aware of the strong male arms that now encircled her. All she knew was they were offering comfort, and she accepted them gladly.
Even when his lips pressed against her, she returned the affections, grateful for the sympathy it carried. It was not until his tongue streaked out, searching tentatively the soft inner warmth of her mouth, and his hand came to rest on the full, round swell of her tit, that the sexual purpose of his gentle caresses became evident.
But she did not care. Whether it was the small flame of passion that still burned from having watched them, or the years of having no flame at all, or the horrible truth of Laura's remarks, or the desire for revenge, or all these things, Marge now found herself returning his gestures ardently, totally unaware of the two children's, quiet whispers.
"Are you sure this is a good idea, Laura?" Larry asked.
"Yes! It's just what she needs. Don't you want to?"
"I've just never fucked anyone's mother before."
"Well, you will now. Let me help you get her undressed."
While Laura removed her mother's clothing, Larry's hands worked across Marge's soft, pulsing breasts. The sight and feel of her huge tits, their stiff nipples jutting out from fleshy areolas, brought his cock to instant, twitching erection.
His fingers began to work at her already rigid buds, bringing gasps of pleasure from Marge's throat as he gently rolled the turgid tips of her nipples. She seemed to be in a daze, her body rolling in long, fluid gyrations that matched his kneading pressure.
By now Laura had the woman naked, and Larry's eyes took in the perfection of her firm womanly flesh. All doubts about what he was doing fled at the sight of her rounded body squirming beneath him. The curly, blond vee of her cunt seemed to cry out in invitation as he watched the tiny trickle of juices leak from the pink folds of her pussy.
Gradually her fogged brain cleared, allowing the reality of what was happening to drift in, and as his tongue jabbed fiercely into her pulsing cunt, she moaned out her response.
"No... you shouldn't... you... can't... I... I mustn't! IIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!"
And now she was thrusting up, trying to impale her hunger-ridden pussy on his feverishly licking tongue. She could feel his face pressing into her hot, running hole, as her muscles opened and closed around his firm, probing organ.
Larry accepted each heaving thrust with a hard surge of his cock-like tongue. Slowly he began moving up and circling the throbbing, pearly tip of her clit. The low groans dragged from her throat as he wagged his firm licker frantically back and forth over the tender pebble.
"OOOOOOHH GOOOOODDDDD! GOD!" she cried. "I've never felt anything... OH CHRIST! LICK ME! HARDER, HHAAAARRRDDDEEEEEERRRRRRR!"
Her cunt blossomed open, and the hot juices streamed down the boy's face, masking him in her honeyed sweetness. His tongue increased its furious lashing, nipping her clit, then switching to dive into her pussy, climbing the depths of her dark channel.
Marge's ass bounced frantically on the bed, her thighs clamping tightly around the young man's head. Her cunt was a devouring animal, clawing hungrily at his pleasure-giving face, smothering him in her raw, naked passion.
And then she was whipping around, her body a frenzy of orgasmic reaction. Spasm after spasm convulsed her, and her screams vibrated the tiny room as her pussy gushed forth the torrential juices of her climax. Larry lapped furiously, swallowing the sweet passion brew in huge, sucking gulps.
On and on she heaved, pouring her cum into his thirsty mouth, until the last electrifying jolt of her orgasm had finally passed. Then, with one final soul-wrenching sigh, she released her grip on the boy's head, and collapsed in a satisfied heap, her mind drifting into unconsciousness.
Chapter Five
It was an hour later when Marge awoke. At first her sleep-fogged brain struggled with the unfamiliar surroundings, but the sight of her daughter's naked body next to her quickly brought back the memory of all that had taken place.
For a long time she just stared at the ceiling, her eyes tracing idle patterns in the rough surface as she rehashed the events and discoveries of the day. She still felt the need to speak to someone. She turned to her side, propping her head in her hand, and addressed her daughter's back.
"Laura, you awake?"
"Yeah... I'm awake."
"Honey, I'm sorry."
Laura turned, a stunned look on her face. "What are you sorry about?"
"About Larry... I mean, what we did."
"Christ, Mom! Don't worry about that. I'm the one who needs to apologize. I was really rough on you. Well, you were just saying what you believed."
"Only partly. I was saying what I thought I had to get the job done."
"What are you talking about?"
Laura smiled at her mother sheepishly. "It's an old psychological trick. If you have a lot of defenses to go through you break the person down first, then build them back up. I was pretty sure I'd have to get you mad and hurt if I was ever going to get you to fuck Larry."
Marge bolted upright in the bed, her mouth hanging open. "You wanted me to fuck him!"
"WHY?"
"You need to broaden your horizons, Mother... you need new meat. It's the only thing that will pull you and Dad back together."
"And how do you figure that?"
"It's simple! Number one, you're paranoid and desperate... that frightens men. An affair or two would give you strength and confidence. Number two, it gives you independence. If Dad can't come through, you can always go somewhere else."
Marge could not believe what was coming out of her daughter's mouth, but in spite of her shock, the ideas were beginning to make sense.
"And number three, men want their wives to be mothers, maids, chefs, friends, and mast of... WHORES! Wild women who can't get enough of hubby's huge cock."
"Laura," she sighed, "you amaze me!"
"That's all there is to it! You were a virgin when you married Dad, right?"
"Yes."
"And I can assume from your reaction to what Larry and I were doing, that you've done little besides lie there and take it, right?"
An uncontrollable blush spread over Marge's face. "NO! I've... I've..." But she was incapable of lying in the face of her daughter's piercing stare. "Yes... you're right."
"Well, there it is. The only way you're going to hold onto Dad is to dazzle him in bed... leave him so limp he can't think of another woman. And the only way you can do that is to check around, and learn a few new tricks."
"But I couldn't... I..."
Laura could not suppress her evil laughter. "MOM! You already have!"
"What? Larry?" Laura nodded.
"Look, that doesn't count!"
"OH it counts, Mother! But if you insist on ignoring it, go ahead. But I'll tell you this, I'm going to be gone for a week, and Dad's going for four days. You've got the house to yourself, and if you're smart... you'll use it."
The wheels were spinning in Marge's head. Everything seemed to make sense, everything fit, the only thing that stood in the way was fear.
"No, Laura, I couldn't... not here... not right here in this house, and then face him."
"Then leave town... go somewhere else. Tell him you're taking a weekend too."
"I suppose I could go somewhere with Jenny." Laura's face lit up with excitement, her body bouncing up on the bed. "Now you're cooking! She could probably do with a dose of medicine herself."
The two women hugged in thrilled response to their secret plot. Marge almost felt like crying in gratitude for her daughter's blunt advice. It all sounded so simple and right, with the possibility of a lot of fun in the process.
"I'm nervous, Laura. I'm not sure how to start." Laura stared at her mother pensively before speaking. "You could start now if you want."
"NOW! Is Larry still here?"
"No... but I am."
Now it was Marge's turn to stare. She waited for the shock to come, but it would not. Too much had happened already in one day to be so easily toppled by just one more new experience.
"But honey, that's... that's..."
"Incest? Can you think of a better way to get started on the new you?"
With this Laura began moving her face toward Marge, slowly, tentatively, measuring each of the older woman's responses before allowing her lips to brush across the moist, red parting of her mother's mouth. Slowly she pressed against Marge's face, her tongue circling the pearly ridge of her teeth.
For once Marge just reacted, not judging, or evaluating just tasting the pure experience of her daughter's sweet, warm mouth. And now she was returning the kiss, her tongue coming out to probe the inner recesses of the young girl's orifice.
Soon their avidly darting tongues were wrestling in bold, passionate hunger as their mouths sucked frantically at one another, their hands rising to join in the writhing battle of lust that was now taking place.
Marge was quickly sinking into the unaccountable thrill of her own sexuality, and the intensely erotic joy of her daughter's soft, female body. She ran her hands over Laura's beautifully textured flesh, her soft rounded contours, so perfect a copy of her own, so much a product of her creation, it was like touching herself.
Groans of pure delight began spilling from the two clutching bodies as their passions swelled. Laura, unable to contain the raging fires lit by the tingling thrills of her mother's exploring fingers, rose up and straddled the full, trembling form of Marge's outstretched body. She trapped Marge's hips in the hard grip of her strong thighs, and pressed down until their two soft pubic mounds met.
A spark seemed to jump as the matched, curling patches came together, releasing the instant flow of their thick cuntal juices. The moans became fierce and loud as the slow grinding of their crotches spiraled the pounding rhythms of their passions.
Marge shivered in anticipation as she felt Laura's frame slither down her hungry body, her mouth laying a glistening trail of saliva front her neck to her aching breasts. Her tongue circled the firm spikes, teasing them into steely erection before nestling them lovingly in the warm cradle of her sucking mouth.
Laura worked from one tit to the other, pulling at the tiny nipples like two straws, sucking the raw passion of her burning loins up into the quivering swells of her heaving tits. Then, as if to fill the vacuum of her belly, she lowered her fingers, pressing them into the tight vee of her mother's soaking cunt. Marge jolted as a high voltage current surged from tit to cunt, from mouth to hand. Her hips began undulating uncontrollably, the erotic emotions bolting frantically in response to the young girl's knowing cuntal caresses.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH..."
Marge was mewling helplessly, a willing servant to her own impulses. "Yes, YYYYEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!"
Laura's moist lips began moving down the dark valley of Marge's cleavage, across the flat plain of her stomach, and finally resting for a moment in the crater of her navel. Marge could feel her thighs being spread apart by gentle, expert fingers, and her legs being lifted to expose the trickling furrow of her cunt.
Crawling between her mother's legs, Laura's hands kneaded the satiny flesh of Marge's inner thighs. Her tongue resumed its descent, and landed in the soft blond patch with an accompanying scream of delight. Having attained its goal, Laura's mouth began working into the wrinkled folds, parting the matted crease with short, deft strokes of her slithering tongue.
"OOOOOOHHHH GODDD!" she cried. "YES! Do it, honey, do it to me! Lick me! Lick me with your gorgeous tongue!"
Suddenly Marge was lost in the pure wanton bliss of the young girl's raging mouth. Her tongue, that tantalizing, licking, soul-destroying tongue, was buried in her twitching cunt-lips, and fucking frantically at her tiny erect clit, drowning her in a searing wave of erotic sensations.
Laura's licker would dance across the tiny bud, touching those secret corners, and teasing the passion-swollen organ, with that special touch that only another woman could possess. Then she would dive and bury her cocklike tongue deep into the seething chamber of Marge's pussy, drinking the rich juices that flowed abundantly from her sex-charged glands.
Marge was no longer able to control her impulses. Her body squirmed frantically under the perfect probing of her daughter's tongue.
"Oh God, Laura! Your body... give me your body! I want to bury my face in your sweet cunt, and fill you with my love! Fill your cunt with my burning love."
"Yes, Mother... taste me... fill me!"
Quickly Laura reversed her position. Her legs came up and straddled Marge's face, her thighs spreading wide to reveal the glistening, pink crack of her cunt to her mother's searching gaze.
Marge stared greedily at the moist furrow, its quivering, crinkled lips surrounded with downy blond curls. She drank in the aroma, savoring the smell, the womanly smell as Laura's tongue resumed its thrilling attack.
She moved unsurely at first, her tongue coming out experimentally to rind Laura's clitoris. Timidly she licked it, increasing her tempo with each thrust as her daughter's gyrating body screamed out its lusting approval.
"Oh Mom, Mom! Yes! Harder! Lick me harder! Suck my cunt... suck it till I'm raw!"
Marge firmed her tongue, and buried it deep into the young girl's hot, running cunt. The sweet taste of cunt filled her mouth for the first time, and suddenly she was dizzy with the intoxicating pleasure of the experience.
She became a wild woman. Frantically she rolled her head between the churning white pillars of her daughter's thighs, grinding her chin against the hard cued ball of her clit while her tongue speared in and out of her clutching pussy.
"PUSSY!" she screamed. "I love your sweet pussy!"
Marge was a using mass, lunging in fierce, cock-like strokes, listening as her daughter's muffled cries rushed out from between her own thighs.
"GOD YES!" Marge cried. "DROWN ME! DROWN ME IN THE SWEET JUICES OF YOUR CUM!" She licked frantically, the gushing fluids streaming down her soaked face, and swallowed gulp after gulp of Laura's flooding orgasm.
Laura momentarily collapsed against Marge, and then rolling off, reversed herself, her mouth coming up to meet Marge's in a long, deeply passionate kiss.
"Mother, that was incredible," she declared, her voice no more than a satisfied gasp.
"It was beautiful," Marge replied.
"But now, it's your turn!" Laura jumped from the bed, and raced to her dresser.
Marge stand aghast as her daughter strapped the object to her hips. It was a huge cock, large and thick, a perfect imitation from its big head, to the thick veins that ran along its shaft.
"LAURA!" she gasped. "What are you doing with that?"
"My approach to sex is a lot different than yours, Mother. But as the new you starts emerging, maybe you'll begin to see the beauty of devices. It you do, you can always go into that drawer. I have this, and several other things that I'm sure you could find very exciting. But right now, I owe you for one hell of a great orgasm!"
Marge watched as Laura slid between her legs, the giant instrument bobbing from her hips. Slowly she reached into Marge's cunt, and parted the soft lips with her fingers. She swirled her hand, and pulled the juices out to coat the dry surface of the dildo.
Marge thrilled to the sight of the massive pole about to enter her body. She quivered with each delightful scoop of her daughter's hand, and squealed her response as she felt the tool bump against her steaming crack.
"Guide it in," Laura demanded. "Put it into your cunt."
Marge obeyed, screaming as she felt the dildo climb the hot channel of her pussy. Gently it rose, inch by inch, spreading the tight walls of her cunt with its full, massive width, until finally she was impaled on the entire length, her daughter's crotch bumping against her spread eagled mound.
"It's huge," she moaned. "It's huge, and... HARD! And it's so... so... OOOOOHHHHHHH!"
Laura began driving the huge object in and out of her mother's clutching pussy. She reached down and grabbed her mother's hips, guiding her in full, even strokes. Marge's cuntal muscles contracted around the instrument, sucking every bit of pleasure she could from its thrilling bulk.
"FUCK IT, MOTHER! Fuck it hard! Learn how good it is to have a hard cock in you again!"
"Yes, it's good! God it's good to feel it... to feel you inside me!"
Laura's face crashed against her mother's lips, her tongue stroking in and out of her mouth in imitation of her churning hips. Her daughter's nipples pressed against Marge's, burning into her like two tiny irons.
"Yes, YES! DO IT!" Marge cried. "REAM ME! Fuck me like I've never been fucked before."
Laura fiendishly slammed the dildo in and out of Marge's pussy, delighting in the loud sucking noises of the starving, sucking organ pulling frantically beneath her. Harder and harder she thrust, battering Marge's cunt, probing the darkest depths of her mother's throbbing belly.
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHH! I'M COMING! I can feel it coming! Harder... HARDER! DON'T STOP... DO IT!"
"YES, COME! LET IT COME! LET IT POUR!"
Laura growled in animal lust while pumping with all her heart and soul. Her hands were tearing and driving her mother's furiously bucking hips. Quickly she rose up, pressing the dildo's base violently against her mother's clit, dragging the smooth tool in long agonizing lunges across the sensitive bud.
"NOW, MOTHER, NOW! LET IT ME... LET IT SCREAM OUT! COME! COME! COOOOOOMMEEEEE!"
"AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGG!!"
Marge came. Her body heaved, her hands tearing at her own hair as the full force of her orgasm as shed like an angry sea against her body. Her wildly contracting cunt gnawed at the dildo like some insane toothless animal, and her juices bolted in spasm after spasm of frenzied ecstasy.
Gradually the movements slowed, and only small tremors remained where full quakes had once raged. The two bodies melted gratefully into one another, the hands rising to stroke and caress the soft flesh.
Chapter Six
Marge's fingers shook nervously as she pressed the buttons on the phone. Impatiently she waited while the miracle of modern technology pulsed her desires along miles of cable. The fact that she could hear her husband, busy with his packing, in the room above her, only added to her discomfort.
"Come on, damn you... ring!"
Marge could not remember the last time she was this nervous. From the time her daughter had left until her husband had come home, she had done nothing but think. She had analyzed every one of her daughter's statements, pulled them apart, and held them up against the history of her marriage.
And now she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Laura was right. The day's events had left her feeling more alive than she had felt in years. All that remained was to enjoy the excitement, swallow her fear, and put her plan into action.
"Goddamn it, Jenny! Answer your fucking phone!"
"Hello?"
"Jesus, Jenny, what took you so long?"
"Oh hi, Marge... I was out back. I can't stand sitting here while Tom packs. It makes me feel helpless. I know what he's up to, and there's not a damn thing I can say or do about it."
"WRONG! That's why I'm caning you. How about if you and I take a little weekend of our on? We can go up to L.A. and do our own partying."
"Oh Marge, you mean just you and me? Alone? Like we were today? Yes! Oh please, YES!" Marge was taken aback for a second. She knew she was going to spend the weekend fucking, but Jenny was not the person she had in mind to fuck. On the other hand, if Jenny did not go, she was not sum she would have the courage to do it alone.
"Yes, Jenny, just the two of us. Look, as soon as Tom leaves you get packed. I'll call you when I'm ready, okay?"
"YES! Fine! Marge, I love you! Bye!" Marge breathed a sigh of relief. She was sure that by the time Jenny and she were settled in Los Angeles, she would have the girl convinced that having an affair would be as good for her as it was for Marge.
Now, only one more thing remained to be done. She quickly rose, and began climbing the stairs toward her bedroom. She had to know for sure. She needed some kind of proof, some faint hint of confirmation from her husband's eyes that everything Laura had said was true.
Quietly she cracked the door of the bedroom. Her husband was standing next to the bed, hunched over his open suitcase, and clad only in his shorts. She tiptoed up behind him, and unable to suppress her excited giggle, threw her arms around his narrow waist. She began gently circling her fingers through the hair leading down his chest, pausing to tease the dark bristles surrounding his navel.
"Hiya, Roger," she purred, her teeth nipping at his earlobe. "Got time for something to eat before you go?"
He made a gentle effort to brush her off with his hand. "Marge! I told you on the phone not to cook g... I don't have time."
"I didn't!" Her hand was now slowly winding under the tight, elastic band of his underwear. "You don't have to cook this. You just warm it up a little, and it's ready to eat. You'll love it... it's something you haven't eaten in ages!"
His hips jerked slightly as her fingers found their way into the furry bush of his pubic hair, but he continued to ignore the obviousness of her intentions.
"Well, whatever it is, it'll have to wait. I'll have it when I get back. Right now, I'm in a hurry."
Refusing to be put off, she wrapped her hand around his flaccid cock, and rubbed her thumb slowly across the soft, spongy tip. "Okay. It'll be here when you get back. In the meantime, do you mind if I grab something to eat while you're packing?"
"NO! Eat! It's fine with me."
"Good!" she sighed, thrilling as his cock began to twitch with signs of life. "It looks like it's going to be a little while before the main course is ready... so I guess I'll just have to start on the appetizers."
With this, she began running her tongue back and forth across his strong back. His body arched slightly, following each long, gliding stroke of her mouth as it began at one side, worked across to his spine, and then out to the other side. At the middle point of each sweep, she would pause to nip at the hard ridge of his backbone, while her hand squeezed frantically at the growing bulge of his huge cock.
"Marge please! I've got to pack... otherwise... I'll... be late."
Marge ignored the fading protests. Her hand kept listing the arching pole of Roger's cock, and her mouth kept dropping, slowly, deliciously, descending his back an inch at a time, until it was firmly lodged in the small of his back.
"Marge... honey... PLEASE!"
But the words were wasted, unable to pierce the thick fog of her sensual delight. Marge was drunk with power of her wanton seduction, her effectiveness clearly registered in the measured growth of his pulsing prick, and the contorted, backward arch of his spine.
A loud moan finally emerged from his vainly resisting body as he felt her tongue dive beneath the top of his shorts, and begin foraging in the cease of his tensely knotted ass. His defenses were crumbling. The bold searchings of her wanton tongue were robbing him of his sanity, driving him into that no man's land of erotic surrender.
Sensing her victory was near, Marge moved quickly. In one lightning gesture, she pulled her hands around and wrenched the cottony fabric of his shorts, dropping them to his ankles. She then returned her hands to part the mounds of his ass-cheeks, and hurled her face like an arrow toward the tiny bull's-eye of his asshole.
"Marge, honey, I appreciate it. But I've got... got... GGGGGGOODDDD!"
He collapsed as the tiny spear found its mark. Her tongue slid easily into the tight sheath, and became locked in the grip of the wildly reflexing muscle. His body reacted mechanically, like the spring action of a switch-blade when the button is hit. His upper torso jerked in a wide arc, and crashed bouncing on to the bed, while his cock shot out to full, agonizing erection, its path strewn with tiny drops of own.
Marge stabbed out with her tongue, impaling the pulsing muscle, and wrenching moans of pleasure from Roger's heaving chest. His body opened to her. His powerful back doubled in an effort to spread his ass-cheeks, and his hips surged backward, driving his crinkled asshole harder and harder over her fiery, probing tongue.
Marge's head was swimming with the depraved delight of her oral attack. Her reaming mouth tore into his quivering ass, and the hot juices of her cunt streamed down her thighs. Her passion rolled out in deep growls as she felt his asshole contract, opening and closing in quick, jerking rhythms around her piston-like tongue.
"Oh damn, damnit! Your mouth... your hot fucking mouth! I love it... GOD! I LOVE IT!"
His voice rang out like a trumpet sounding the charge. Marge lunged her hand around his churning hips, and grabbed the bobbing pole of his, huge prick. Her hand coursed the full, throbbing shaft. It was huge! The consuming passion of her perverted lust had swollen his cock to its foil, raging size.
She could not believe it. It had been years since she had felt the enormous power of complete erection, and it threatened to dissolve her in a blinding rush of burning hunger. She had to have it! She suddenly needed it more than anything she had ever known.
"OOOOHH! ROGER!" she screamed, her tongue popping from his clutching ass. "PLEASE! Give me your cock... I want to taste it... suck it... swallow your whole beautiful, huge, gorgeous, rock-hard cock in my mouth!"
"YES! YYEEEEEESSS! TAKE IT! Suck me... suck me NOW!"
She turned him over and laid him out on his back. He was helpless in the face of her fierce attack. Quickly she parted his legs and crawled between his thighs, her eyes glued to the swollen column of his prick.
Her desires were held in check momentarily by the pure radiating beauty of his awesome cock. Her eyes followed the powerful curving line, from its swollen, bulging root, up the rippling, veined shaft, to the throbbing head, oozing its corn in tiny drops.
"Oh it's beautiful!" she gasped, tears of joy welling in her eyes. "And I'm going to suck it! Suck it like it's never been sucked before!"
The single moment of silence was shattered by the grinding machinery of carnal desire. She lunged toward him, enveloping his waving cock in the velvety grasp of her hands. His body jerked from the bed, and groans poured from his rasping throat as her finger slid along the bloated tube of his cock.
Marge was in heaven. Never had she experienced such power, such control. Each rub across his ruddy tip, each pull of her nails down his twitching fuck-pole, would direct him into another chorus of agonizing moans. On and on she ran, driving him, taunting him, twisting him in the tormenting grasp of her passion-charged fingers.
She lowered her lovely blond head towards his prick, her hair cascading across his thighs and belly. Her tongue jumped out to fuck at the head, and lick the thin trail of sperm that bubbled from the tip. She sucked the pungent cream into her hungry mouth, savoring the salty flavor, before continuing on to soak the stiff pillar of his meat.
"OH Christ!" he screamed, his head turning frantically as he felt the warm, wet sensation of her tongue coating his prick with saliva. "OH GOD! Its incredible... it's... it's... oh Marge, your mouth... I love your fucking mouth!"
Up and down she went, memorizing every inch, caressing every bend and crevice from tip to base.
And still she pushed on, nibbling at the wiry hairs of his crotch, and around to the churning sac of his balls.
Slowly she pulled the pulsing jewels, first one and then the other, into her mouth. Frantically she worked them around, sucking them like two burning marbles. She could almost taste the sweet, tangy cum rioting in his aching balls.
And now she wanted it, wanted to feel the hot liquid squirting down her throat, wanted to feel his rampaging cock driving and fucking into her lovely face.
Quickly she rolled the pulsing nuts from her tongue, and brought her mouth up to the tip of his cock. Instantly, insane with the perverted wonder of her lust, her lips closed thirstily over his glistening cock-head. His body jolted as her lips closed in a tight, gripping circle beneath the insensitive peak of his prick.
"YES! YES! Take it... take it all... swallow my cock... suck me! SUCK ME! SSSSSUUUUUCCCKKK MMMMEEEEE!"
Her hand came down, squeezing the base of his cock in its tight, milking grasp. Her tongue moved rapidly, stabbing in and out of the tiny slit, wrenching Roger's frame in jerking spasms of profound bliss.
And then she moved down, slowly, taking the engorged mass of his cock, deeper and deeper into the oven of her craving throat. His arms beat into the wrinkled bedspread, pounding out the joy of her sucking lips.
Marge gagged slightly as the tip bumped against the back of her laboring gullet. She paused a second, wondering if she could handle the full length. But almost as soon as she had stopped she started again. She had to drain this moment of every possible pleasure, had to bombard Roger with every delight she possibly could. There was no holding back.
And so, she pressed on, swallowing his prick, dropping her head until she was suddenly face to face with the thick, bushy forest of his pubic mound. With one more push, she buried her nose in the fragrant patch, twisting and groaning with the sensual perfume of his musky masculine aroma, her tongue slithering out to lick at the jumping sac of his balls.
"OH GOD IN HEAVEN! It's too fucking good to be true! GOD, GOD, GOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD!"
Roger could not believe it. He raised his head slightly, and stared at his wife's face, trying to confirm the blissful messages of his screaming groin.
A faint sheen of perspiration lit her brow, and her face was flushed from the exertion of her glorious chore. But there was a look of supreme joy unlike any he had seen for a long time. This, plus the breathtaking realization that his huge, throbbing cock was totally consumed between the smooth oval of her pulling lips, drove the last ounce of sanity from his brain, and hurled him into the wondrous hell of animal lust.
"AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!"
Roger's scream only echoed the pounding scream of her own raging passion. Desperately she began running her mouth up and down his slick, bunting cock. With a frightening intensity, she would ram her head down the shaft, thudding into his squirming base, and then slip back along the surface until just the throbbing head was imbedded in her mouth.
Harder and harder she would drive, her rhythm mounting with each deep, throat-clasping lunge. Her fingers clutched at his balls, milking them, trying to release the boiling sperm that cried so desperately for escape.
Roger's hips were now bucking frantically, spearing her viciously in their mindless fury, his voice rasping his commands with all the berserk intensity of a drill sergeant.
Her tempo matched his, her head bobbing with every screaming syllable, her fingers molding his balls as she pushed him to the limit of his passions. And all the time, one thought and one thought only stormed in her perverted brain: Come! Come you bastard... fill me up drown me in the sweet river of your wonderful, glorious, marvelous, delicious CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM!
She did.
"OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST...! IT'S... COOOOOMMMMIIIINNNNGGG!"
Roger's hips bolted up, his legs slamming shut as the surging fire of his orgasm climbed the chute of his prick and hammered at the tiny hole of his cock. With one long, soul-destroying suck of her craving mouth, Marge opened the floodgates, releasing the fury of his balls.
Roger dissolved. His body became a blinding furry of flailing limbs as his climax ripped through him like a tornado, screaming, tearing, destroying everything in its path. He whipped and jerked in spasms of unconnected movements, his entire being seeming to bolt from the tiny pin-point opening of his cock into his wife's swallowing mouth.
And then it was over, leaving him to bask in the rewarding glow of sunlight following the storm. Suddenly in defiance of every weary muscle in his body, he jerked up and removed Marge's face from his cock. He dragged her to him, and trapped her in a passionate kiss, his lips sliding on the cum that trickled from the corners of her mouth.
She thought she would die as she felt her husband's grateful, searching tongue fill her mouth with the warmth of his feeling. And now she knew! She had proven to her own satisfaction that Laura was right!
She watched as the pendulum swung back to the side of habit, and he broke the embrace, returning in silent efficiency to his preparations. But she did not care. She had gotten her goof. And she waited in quiet anticipation for him to leave, preparing herself mentally for the weekend to come.
Chapter Seven
"Goddamn it, Jenny!" Marge's raspy voice carried to rattle the hotel room walls. "It was all okay an hour ago, why change your mind now?"
Marge was seething in her own frustration. She had spent the entire trip up, and most of the day, trying to convince Jenny of the need for them to fuck other men, and she thought she had finally succeeded. She had gotten Jenny to go out with her that evening, and they had managed to get picked up. But now, seconds before the men were to arrive at their door, she was getting cold feet.
"I'm sorry, Marge, I just don't think I can go through with it. I wish you'd have told me before we came. I thought it was just going to be the two of us. If I'd have known you were planning an orgy, I'd have stayed at home!"
"Jenny, PLEASE! Try it! I promise you, you won't regret it!"
"SHIT! I mean, look at the way we're dressed. Low-cut dress and no underwear... I feel like a tramp in these clothes!"
"JENNY! We're seducing a couple of I.B.M. executives, not putting on a fashion show! They're going to low it! Besides we shouldn't be wearing anything long enough to care anyway."
"MARGE..."
"JENNY! You've got to do this! It's too late now to back out... I promise it'll be alright."
"Okay... I don't seem to have any choice."
"Jenny, I love you!"
And giving her a swift kiss on the cheek, Marge raced to the door. She paused to give herself one nervous check before opening the door, and letting in the two men. Greetings were exchanged quickly, with all the familiarity of total strangers.
The two middle-aged businessmen sauntered into the room, with only a forced joviality to reveal their own nervousness. They placed the portable bar equipment, so willingly retrieved from their lower-floor suite, onto the dresser, and while Louie played bartender, Robert went to join Jenny on her bed.
Robert Marchamp was the perfect match for Jenny. He was the shyer of the two men, and possessed a kind of mature handsomeness, that held up as well in the fuller light of the room, as it had in the dimly lit hotel bar. He was polite and reserved, and his thin frame next to Jenny's made the two of them look like bookends.
Louie Perrelli on the other hand, was Marge's match. Boisterous, open and aggressive, it was he and Marge that had really made the evening a reality. Louie was a slightly balding man, with salt-and-pepper hair and a charm that more than compensated for his careless appearance.
And now he was skipping around the room, handing out drinks of his own creation, pausing with each person to brag and joke about the effects this particular drink would have. Finally, his show completed and duly rewarded with laughter, he grabbed his own glass, and joined Marge on her bed.
The two couples sat facing each other, and for an hour the conversation plodded along in circles, touching anything and everything but the issue at baud. It was not until they were into their third round of drinks that the atmosphere began to loosen.
"So anyway," Louie said, the last of his drink having disappeared down his throat, "there's Jimmy and Pete standing there, their tongues hanging out, and the hooker says shell take the one with the biggest cock. Well, I'm telling you, you never saw two pair of pants come down so fast in your life. And here's this broad, pulling a ruler out of her purse, and holding a cock contest right there in the conference room... UNBELIEVABLE!"
Everyone in the room was laughing, their faces flushed with the glow of the alcohol. That is everyone except Marge. The gears in her brain were churning, plotting, unwilling to let this opportunity for action slip by.
"Why do men worry so much about the size of their cock?" she chimed.
Louie paused a moment before answering. "I don't know. Big cocks are better, aren't they?"
"Not necessarily! If you've got a small hole they're hell. And if you've got a big hole, a small cock is useless. For example, I'm bigger than Jenny is, I would need a bigger cock."
"But how can you tell beforehand?" Robert said, his interest suddenly sparked by the conversation.
"Yeah!" Louie added. "I mean... say the four of us were going to fuck, how would you know which guy to pair up with?"
Marge did not know the answer herself, but she was too far into it not to bluff. "Oh, a girl can just sense it. It's kind of intuition women have. For example, I know your cock is bigger than Robert's."
"Maybe," he said, his eyes beginning to glow. "But how would you know for sure?"
"Why could always have a cock contest!" Marge watched as the two men stared at one another, their eyes registering the disbelief of her bold statements. "How about it, guys? You willing to prove me wrong?"
Marge could feel Jenny's eyes boring into her but preferred to ignore it and watched the two men drop their pants instead. The last thing she needed right now was to doubt, even for a second, what she was doing.
And now the two men stood exposed, their cocks arching as the excitement of baring themselves to two strange ladies began pulsing into their brains. Marge too was experiencing this same excitement, hem cunt twitching in response to her wanton boldness.
"Of course you'll have to trust my judgment," she chirped, walking over and kneeling before the two waving pricks. "I don't have a ruler with me, so I'll just have to gauge it by hand. And to be truly fair about this you'll both have to have erections."
She quickly grasped the two cocks. With one in each hand, and began rubbing gently up and down. A short gasp slipped from each man's throat, forming a duet of passion that sent a tingling shiver up Marge's spine.
Her hands kept traveling, caressing the cocks, working them up slowly, until they stood out proudly in full, prominent erection. Now it was Marge's turn to gasp. Each cock strained outward from its dark, curly crotch, beckoning her with promises of pure pleasure.
It was with great difficulty that she returned to the original point of her manipulations. "Okay... they both look ready to me. Now let's measure."
With this she placed her flattened hand on the top of Louie's cock, and slid it back until the edge was pressed against the bone at the base of his huge prick. She then put her other hand next to it, measuring out in fingers towards the tip.
"Let's see... four fingers... twelve and three is fifteen. Okay, Robert, now you!"
She repeated the same process, managing to get twelve fingers down, and only a piece of the lip of his cock left uncovered.
"See, I was right... Robert is only twelve and a half fingers. Not only that, he's a little slimmer... I could probably swallow his beautiful cock without too much trouble. For my kind of body, it's a great sucking cock."
To prove her point, she ran her tongue along the shaft of his throbbing cock, coating it in long strokes, until it was glistening with her saliva. She then licked at the tip, prodding it with her tongue before locking her lips tightly around its passionately vibrating head.
Robert was numbed. His hips jerked as a warm bliss radiated from her hot, wet mouth, and filled his body with its raw, lusting power. Her perfect oval mouth began running towards his crotch, her tongue carefully working the soft underbelly of his giant tool.
Her cheeks collapsed with the pressure of her sucking mouth, inhaling his cock like some massive strand of spaghetti into the hot confines of her gripping throat. Every eye in the room was glued on Marge as she floated effortlessly down the bulbous shaft, gasping in unison as they watched it disappear into the cavern of her lovely face. It was Robert who finally broke the tempo of this vocal concerto, his loud groan coursing out from the contact of her nose against the soft mat of his pubic hair.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH! She's got it... I don't fucking believe it! She's got the whole fucking thing in her mouth! Fuck, fuck... FUCK!"
Marge could feel his body trembling with the delight of her sucking. She would have been content to stay right there, eating his delicious cock until it exploded; but she remembered her purpose, and withdrew slowly from his skewering cock, pausing only to lick and swallow the small dots of cum that rewarded her efforts.
"Oh God," she gasped, her voice barely able to veil the rasping passion his prick had placed then. "It's a beautiful cock, Robert... I think I could suck it all night, and never get tired. But I think Jenny could do better with it. Why don't you go see?"
She quickly helped him free his legs from the confines of his trousers, while he shed the clothing from his upper body. Once naked he was sent off with one final lick of Marge's tongue to by his fortunes in Jenny's bed.
She now stared at Louie. His face was beet red, his anticipation radiating like the soft glow of a neon light. She took a deep breath, cooling the flames of her passion before the inevitable surrender to pure impulse.
She then leaned over and began hugging his hot cock against her cheek, her tongue coming out intermittently to tickle the sides of his pulsing meat. "Now your cock is entirely different. It's too big to swallow like that, I'd have to take an entirely different approach with you."
So saying she pulled the clothing from his body, and pushed him down on her bed. She quickly removed her dress, pausing only to fondle her own smooth flesh, taunting him with the sight of her naked perfection, before finally taking up her position between his wildly spread legs.
Her body worked like a battery to charge the dormant powers of his lust. Sweat broke out across his brow as he watched her snow-white body crawl towards his aching cock, her firm tits slapping together, her body wiggling in girlish delight at the sight before her.
"Yes," she whispered, her tongue circling her moist, open lips. "We're going to have to treat this beauty a very special way."
She lowered her face until it was hovering just above the tiny hole at the tip of his cock. Reaching down with her hand, she grabbed the turgid base, and held his prick firmly in place before her mouth. She paused a second, allowing her hot breath to tinge the sensitive flesh, before dropping her tongue and spearing it into the hole in his cock-head.
Louie's hips jerked in agonized bliss. Her hot lapper nailed him like a smoldering stake, boring into his cock. Harder and harder she pushed, her own aching lust pulsing out to fill the long, quaking prick.
"OH! SHIT!" Louie screamed. "Yes, yes, push! Fill my Goddamn cock... ram your tongue down until you can tickle my balls from the de... GCGGGODDDDDAAAAAAMMMMMMMM!"
But Marge had other ideas. Where she had just given she now wanted to receive. Moving quickly she removed her tongue and pursed her lips into an opening no bigger than a whistle. She then returned, placing the air hole of his throbbing channel, and sucked for everything she was worth.
His body stiffened like an electric shock had ripped through him. His cock, so stuffed and packed a second ago, was suddenly being sucked and emptied -- emptied of every drop of pre-cum his balls could produce. Her suction pulled the liquid frantically up the long tube of his cock with a force that was almost orgasmic.
"AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHH! GGGGODDDDDD! God it's... it's... it's so... GGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD!"
Marge sucked fiercely, making sure he was drained of every drop before she opened her lips and began lowering her head over his trembling prick. She then began pumping, her mouth contorted in a grotesque grin as his cock barreled into her face, bulging first one cheek, and then the other.
On and on she rode, her lusting mouth devouring the tightly erect cylinder. Her head bounced furiously over the hard direct lunges of his hips as he drove his cock brutally into her open throat. Her eyes were closed, her concentration rooted in the divine bliss of his raging prick, until suddenly her attention was captured by Jenny's screaming voice.
"PLEASE! PLEEEEEAAASSEEEEEE! HARDER! HARDER! RAM ME HARDER! HHAAAAARRDDDDEEERRRRR!"
Robert was thrusting his prick rhythmically in and out of Jenny's sucking pussy. Marge could see the rich flow of juices pouring from her tautly stretched cunt as his glistening cock surged in deep, full lunges into the warm depths of her cunt.
Her mouth hung open, her breath gasping out with each forceful entrance of his reaming tool.
Jenny's hips arched frantically, sweeping up to drive her cunt over the full length of the joy-giving organ, her muscles contracting in quick, grasping spasms to milk the last ounce of pleasure from his swollen cock.
Robert was a little amazed at the quickness of her climax, but drove in desperate fury to bring her off with the maximum of erotic delight. He churned upward with his hips, bringing his cock into contact with her sensitive clit, and pushing her into the consuming grasp of her orgasm. His face beamed with pride, and with one final hump he felt her body stiffen, and then collapse into total chaos.
A groan, almost inhuman in sound, erupted from Jenny's throat. Her body twisted like some mechanical device whose wires were crossed and shorted. Her orgasm rolled over her in one huge burst that left her helpless and gasping, with Robert staring expectantly, his own release hopefully mirrored in hers.
But it was not to be. As soon as her consciousness returned, Jenny became like a frightened girl, pounding the body of some imposing rapist. She pushed and twisted until Robert rolled over, freeing her to run crying into the bathroom. All action stopped in the room and she slammed and locked the door, her wailing voice echoing off the cold tiles.
"What did I do?" he asked, his voice cracking.
"Robert, I'm sorry. You'll have to forgive her. She just gets overly nervous sometimes."
"I'm sorry she feels that way," he snorted, "but it's not fair to just leave a guy hanging like this."
"Oh, don't worry," she giggled. "I think I'll be able to make it up to you."
"But I thought I was too small for you!"
Marge thought for a second, and then broke out in a large grin. "I think I know a way that would be just perfect for both of us."
With this she scooted up on Louie's body, and placed his cock against the dripping lips of her cunt. Slowly she moved it back and forth, shivering as she felt the hard rod against the soft folds of her hungry hole.
"First we have to get Louie in, and then you can join the party."
She slowly lowered her body over his shaft, his cock climbing into the warm, moist cavern of her pussy. She rotated her hips, absorbing his giant staff an inch at a time until its full quivering length was parked neatly in her tight pussy, and her pubic hair was meshed with his.
She pulled her hips up and down a few times, and watched as Louie trembled with the pure delight of her hot, sucking pussy. She continued these movements until she was sure her cunt had fully accepted the massive meat, her muscles relaxing and stretching to their fullest. And now she was ready for Robert. She leaned forward so that her nipples caressed Louie's chest, and holding his cock in place with all the power of her cunt, she lifted her ass high into the air.
"NOW!" she groaned. "Put it up my ass! Put your beautiful cock up my ass, while I fuck Louie's huge meat!"
Robert got up and came around behind Marge. For a second or two he could only stare in amazement at her request. He was not at all sure it was possible without killing her, but the idea was filling him with a perverse lust that was stranger than any doubts he might possess.
Marge's beautiful twin globes were waving in open invitation, and her whole beckoned him from above her gorged cunt. His glistening cock, still soaked with Jenny's juices, twitched in anticipation of the gripping delights of her tiny chute.
"Listen, Marge," he croaked. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Given time to think, Marge might have said no, but site was lost in her hunger for new experiences, and was determined to have them at any cost. "Don't ask!" she yelled. "Just shove it in... I want to feel both of you inside me! I want to bring you both off! Give me your fucking cock!"
That was all Robert needed. He walked up and crawled between Louie's legs. He cupped the round butt-cheeks, and spreading them apart, slid his middle finger into the tight asshole. Marge shivered as she felt the digit climb her clutching channel.
Robert had intended his action to gradually accustom her body to its dual entry, but his poking finger only fanned the raging fires of her lust.
"NOW GODDAMMIT! Give me your cock! I want it now!" she moaned, her ass waving seductively.
But Robert no longer needed the prodding. His balls burned with desire for this cock-hungry woman. He pressed the swollen head of his cock up to her puckering hole, and gripping her waist firmly, he pushed forward.
Marge wiggled backward, her face locked in a grimace as his cock tore at the tiny muscle, stretching it almost beyond endurance. The pain seared into her body, almost causing her to stop, until she suddenly felt his cock-head pop into her. Robert waited for a second until he felt her body start to squirm again, and then began climbing into the depths of her bowels.
"OH GOD!" she cried. "It... it... it's so fucking painful... and hot... and big... and WONDERFUL!"
"YES!" he echoed. "It's wonderful... so hot and fucking wonderful!"
Robert was boiling in his own passion, and he began thrusting his prick in and out of her rectum. She clung to his cock, her own hips dancing in delight and riding up and down on Louie's huge meat. Robert's cock was on fire, lit by the overwhelming bliss of her ass, fed by the tightness and friction of her churning sphincter.
"Oh Christ!" Robert yelled. "Pump! Both of you pump for all you're worth!"
Robert worked frantically, craving his release, plowing into her like an enraged animal. He battered her body in harder and harder strokes, burying his cock ever deeper. It was not until he felt his pubic hair brush against the skin of her ass, and his ball sac smack against her thighs that his voice rang out to guide the chorus of groaning bodies beneath him.
"Together... everyone together... yes! Yes! That's it! Oh God, can you feel it? She's got both of us all the fucking way into her! Fuck her... ram her, Louie! Let's fuck the shit out of her!"
Both Robert and Louie began pistoning their cocks in and out of Marge in the same rhythm. Each man trembled as he felt the other's cock pressing against his own through the thin membrane that separated the two holes.
As for Marge, she was caught up in an uncontrollable ecstasy that threatened to destroy her. She thrilled as Robert's cock plunged in and out of her asshole, while Louie's prick stimulated her pussy with its wild bucking thrusts. Her own body churned frantically, fighting back the impulse of her growing orgasm, and desperately seeking to milk the men of their glorious juices.
"Oh fuck! Fuck!" she screamed. "Pound me! Harder! It's coming... I want to come... all of us... together! Drive, you sons-of-bitches...!"
The three bodies now pumped violently, each striving to bring the other off. Both men lunged in blinding passion into their respective holes, their groans blurting out to guide and stimulate the other.
And then it came.
Marge's body felt like a million rockets had exploded. Her scream rang out as she felt the flood of Robert's jerking cock gush its giant load into her, at the same time Louie's huge prick burst inside her cunt. Both men jerked and heaved, their cum blowing out in gush after gush, fining her body with the hot blasts of their cocks.
Marge's voice bellowed in long piercing wails as she experienced the greatest pleasure she had ever known. Her own climax came, slamming her belly like a pile-driver as every nerve in her body seemed to explode. Her shuddering body peaked, and then subsided, leaving her more satisfied than she had ever been before.
Once finished the men quickly dressed and departed, leaving Marge to deal with the problem of Jenny. She walked over to the bathroom door... and finding it open, entered the tiny space of the bathroom.
Jenny was perched on the closed lid of the toilet, her face held abjectly in her hands. She was staring blankly at the bare wall, seemingly unaware of her friend's presence.
"Hey, Jenny, you okay?"
"Marge, I've decided I'm going home tomorrow."
"Look, honey, I'm sorry if..."
"No... it's nothing you did... I'm sure you were just trying to help me. And I can't deny that I enjoyed it -- a lot! That's what scares me."
"Well maybe by tomorrow you'll..."
"NO! I'm just not as sure as you are that this is the right thing to do. I just need to think that's all, so I want to fly out tomorrow, and I'll talk to you when you get back, okay?"
"Okay."
Marge walked over to her friend, and taking Jenny's face in her hands, gave her a kiss. "In the meantime, there's still the rest of tonight... shall we spend it together?"
Jenny looked up, a spark lighting the darkness of her expression. "Yes... I think I'd like that."
Marge kissed her again, her tongue coming out to gently cares the warm cavern of her friend's willing mouth, then dropping over her quivering tits, and down to the warm, moist patch of her soft muff.
"I'll miss you," Marge whispered, her tongue parting in wrinkled folds of Jenny's pussy. "I'll miss you a lot."
"I need to think," Jenny muttered. "Tonight I just want to feel... but tomorrow, I'll need to think."
Chapter Eight
Marge settled herself at the bar and ordered a drink. For the first time all evening she felt somewhat comfortable. She had tried three other bars, and each one had only succeeded in making her too nervous to respond.
But somehow, this one was noisier, brighter; in general, a more festive, and less intimate atmosphere. She could judge from the comments around her that most of the patrons were actors, and this relaxed her.
Well, at least I feel safer, she thought. Damn it, Jenny, why did you have to go home? I'd feel a lot better if it was the two of us.
The bartender placed her drink down, and she was fumbling in her purse looking for her wallet when she heard the booming voice.
"I'll get it, Kurt, put it on my tab."
She looked up, ready to thank her patron, but found the words choked off by the sight that greeted her. He was a ruggedly handsome man of about forty, with each feature of his face seemingly caned into place. His face was alive with the play of light and shadow, his eyes no more than burning sparks from beneath the inky shade of his jutting brows.
"Would you mind a little company?" he asked.
"No, please join me... and thank you for the drink."
He eased himself into the stool next to her, positioning his lean, sinewy frame in a pose of pure sexual masculinity. Marge could not help feeling the stimulation of his presence, his molded features radiating confidence, and a certain element of danger.
"You're new, you an actress?"
"No," she stuttered, redirecting her focus to the safety of the drink before her. "I'm from out of town. My name's Marge Sommers, and you're..."
"Jerry... Jerry Cannon. An actor of great insignificance, and little employment."
Her ability to laugh at his humble assessment of his own talents was enough to finally relax her, and the next few hours were spent in pleasant conversation. As the evening progressed she grew more and more susceptible to his charm and sexual manner, surprising even herself with how quickly she accepted his invitation to join him at his apartment for drinks.
He lived in the Hollywood Hills, and as Marge stood at the large picture window overlooking the city, her heart pounded with the anticipation of what was to come. She knew it would be unnecessary for her to create an opening for sex, as she had the night before. This man was more than capable of handling himself in any situation.
Even as this thought was registering in her mind, she felt his body approach her from behind, his arms circling the narrow expanse of her waist.
"Beautiful view isn't it?" His lips came down and pressed against the white flesh of her graceful neck.
Almost as a reflex, her head dropped over to one side, opening the long line of her neck to his gentle kisses. "Yes, it's... OOOOOOHHH! It's... so... so beautiful!"
His mouth climbed the sinewy perfection of her neck, and began nuzzling her behind the ear, his tongue coming out to circle and push at the soft fleshy lobe. At the same time he pulled her to him, the hard bulge of his crotch digging into the full cheeks of her ass.
The firm touch of his cock against her lit the fuse of sexual longing in her panting body. She could feel the hot juices of her cunt filling the tight crotch band of her panties. Carefully she began grinding her hips in a slow, weaving dance, pressing his throbbing cock even harder into her pillowy buttocks.
His hand began lifting, crossing the flat plane of her belly, and creeping towards the globes of her tits.
Marge gasped in delight. The contact of his hands, built so carefully by his gradual rise, jerked her body like ice water on a sunburn.
"Is it good?" he whispered, his tongue snaking into her ear. "Do you like being touched by me?"
"Oooooohhhhhh yyyyeeeeeessss..." she breathed, her nipples stiffening between his twirling fingers. She was helpless. Her head was cocked to one side, her eyes tightly shut, the warm, vibrant sensations of her rising lust radiating from the burning chamber of her cunt.
And now he began walking her slowly towards the open door of his bedroom, his hands still pressing the rubbery flesh of her tits. "I think we'll both feel better in here. The view's not as breathtaking, but the action is far more exciting."
Marge followed, her brain numbed by the euphoric mists of her rising passions, and the soft lilting tones of his whispering voice. Robot-like, she entered the bedroom and began removing her clothes, his hands departing long enough to undress.
She could hear him stripping behind her, his voice still chanting in its hypnotic register as she removed, her clothes.
"Yes! Take it all of it," he said. "Let me see the perfection of your naked flesh... I want to touch you... and taste you... and show you pleasures I'm sure you've never experienced before."
"Yes!" she echoed, "show me... show me your pleasures... take me!"
Marge turned and opened her eyes, drinking in the joy of his manly body. Her gaze fell instantly on the huge cock that leaped at her from his bushy, dark groin. She gasped at the realization of just how well hung this man was.
But her excitement turned to fear as she became aware of the object held so firmly in his right hand. It was a whip, its handle wrapped in black leather, with only the very base, carved ivory in the shape of a cock, exposed. From the top hung several long strips of leather.
"Yes, lovely lady, I'm going to show you what fucking really means."
"WAIT! Wait a minute!" she stuttered, her fear registering in her eyes. "I don't want this! This is... it's... You can't do it... I won't let you."
"But you'll love it," he hissed, starting to move toward her. "It won't hurt a lot... just enough to make you me... come like you've never come before... lust enough to make us both come."
Marge backed off clumsily, almost tripping over her own clothing. She continued her retreat, maintaining her distance until she felt the hard surface of the wall behind her.
And still he came on, his eyes burning at her in sadistic delight, his lust inflamed at the sight of her trembling resistance. "I'm telling you... you'll love it. It win burn, and hurt... and fill you with its cutting bliss. I promise you... you'll beg for more... just feel it."
With this he lashed out, breaking the thin strands across the milky flesh of her thighs. Marge squealed as the hard leather bit into her, and feeling herself trapped moved with all the suddenness of a threatened deer towards the open door.
But he was prepared. In one swift, catlike move he grabbed her wrist, twisting it behind her back, and diverting every ounce of her forward thrust into a downward motion towards the floor. She landed face first in the carpet, her arms pinned helplessly behind her back.
"I was hoping you'd be more willing, but if I have to take it I will!" he growled. Suddenly Marge felt herself being lifted from the floor, and rudely shoved into the bouncing surface of his bed. "It doesn't matter to me. One way or the other, I'll get what I want, and I think you'll find it's what you want too."
Holding her firmly beneath him, he reached over and pulled something from the bedside table. Almost before she could figure out what it was, he had placed it on her wrists, tightly binding them; and just as quickly she found her wrists harnessed to her equally bound ankles.
"Nice little contraption, isn't it?" he chuckled. "It's a little harder on you... but it'll be worlds easier for me."
Marge was locked in a battle between fear and outraged anger. She was totally vulnerable, angry at the feeling that she was no more than strung meat, to be used or abused at the whim of this strange man. But she was also frightened, unsure of the extent to which his sadistic desires could go.
"If you don't let me up... I swear I'll scream so loud that every cop within thirty miles will be here!"
The smile quickly faded from his face, and in one vicious lunge he drove the butt of his whip into her cheek, the hard ivory pressing into her rosy flesh. "You do that, my dear, and I'll knock you so senseless your ears will ring for the next twenty years!"
Marge lay there quivering, her cheek pressed painfully against the ridge of her teeth, and followed her line of vision up the barrel of the whip and into the smoldering coals of his eyes. She sensed immediately that he meant it, and was grateful to see a smile break over his intense face.
"But that shouldn't really be necessary. It's for emergencies like this, and to avoid any unnecessary violence that I will provide you with this."
He reached over and grabbed a gag from the foot of the bed, tying it quickly over her gasping mouth. "There, that should sufficiently stifle any screaming urges. I'm telling you, you're just bringing this an yourself... I have no intentions of damaging you... just a little pleasure-type pain to enhance the evening... And now I think it's time to look at what we've got."
He crawled off of her, and rolled her over onto her back. Now she felt more helpless than ever. She was lying on her arms, her legs spread wide, forced open to his lusting gaze by virtue of being harnessed to her struggling wrists.
"Very beautiful," he gasped, standing over her and tracing the soft curves of her form with the ends of his leather straps. "More beautiful than I imagined you could be."
The leather caressed her body, starting with her tits. He dragged the whip across her chest, certain strands falling away to slide off the firm, round dunes of flesh, and others remaining to drag across the hard knobs of her straining nipples.
He continued downward, the leather tickling over her flat belly, and into the vee of her crotch, before sliding up like dangling streamers to brush the inside of her thigh. He then reversed direction, retracing the path along her leg, pausing to push the tip of his whips against the hard clit throbbing beneath the pink folds of her cunt-lips, and returning to the peaks of her tits.
"We must soften them up," he moaned, his eyes glued to the tender orbs, their turgid nipples screaming from the dark sea of her areolas. "We must tenderize them, and open them to the maximum of sensation."
With a quick flick of his wrist, he rapped the leathery ends of the whip across her chest, her body jerking out a muffled cry as the hot pain of his gesture burned into the tender flesh. Again he stroked the whip, raising long red welts that furrowed out like bulging veins.
With one more quick stroke, he dropped to his knees and straddled her stomach, his bulging cock drooling its tiny threads of pre-cum onto her bare belly.
"Now they're ready to be touched... to be fondled. Now they can feel my fingers holding them."
He dropped the whip momentarily, and began kneading her tits in his hard, lusting grasp, her reddened flesh spilling between the opened fingers of his hand.
Marge braced herself for more pain, but was surprised at the intensity of the pleasure that now filled her confused body. His hands were like a cooling breeze on her burning tits. Her skin was more sensitive, more alive to every hair and ridge of his searching hand than she had ever thought possible.
Her body began twisting beneath the bold manipulations, her chest thrusting up to scrape her mw nipples against the sandpapery palm of his groping hands. The tingling bolts of passion surged like darting arrows through her brain.
"YES! GOOD! You're good. That means we can move on... on to better pleasures."
With this he reached over and grabbed his whip spin, placing the leather bound handle down hard over her taut nipples, and rubbing the soft suede over and over the aching, sensitive buds.
"We must now prepare your lovely cunt... get it nice and ready for my huge cock."
He then crawled backward, positioning himself between her outstretched thighs. Slowly, his hands still stretched upward to maintain the leathery massaging of her tits, he lowered his face to the glistening, moist lips of her cunt.
He inhaled deeply, drinking in the passionate aroma of her seething cunt, before finally pressing his hungry lips into the crinkled labes, and parting the soft folds of her twat with his piercing tongue.
Marge's aching body now squirmed frantically against the dual bliss of his tongue rolling in long drags across her pulsating clit, and the hard pressure of the bar raking in thrilling torment the raw nubs of her nipples. Her moans spilled out in muffled waves, her jaw clamping down in a viselike grip that threatened to snap the stretched cloth of the gag.
And still his tongue flew in and out of her running hole, his own passion growing with the force of an avalanching boulder. On and on he licked, until he could no longer delay the warm invitation of her soft pussy.
"NOW!" he yelled, his soaking face rising from the warm nest of her crotch. "NOW! I want you... I want to feel my cock in your cunt... your beautiful, delicious cunt!"
Quickly he got up and rolled her over on her knees, her face crushed down into the soft mattress. He positioned himself behind her, and pressed his throbbing cock into the quivering entrance of her cunt.
"Now, bitch!" he spat, his passion wavering in the tremors of his voice. "I'm going to have you the way you should be had -- dog style -- like the bitch you!"
Frantically he pushed his hips forward, his cock straining to intrude its massive bulk into her waiting channel, Marge hunched forward, his huge dong tearing at the sensitive walls of her cunt. She felt almost virginal as her groin ached with the searing pain.
"TAKE IT, BITCH! TAKE IT! SWALLOW MY FUCKING COCK WITH YOUR GODDAMN CUNT!"
In one violent lunge he broke the baffler of her ringing muscles, and climbed the dark mystery of her hot, clinging tube. His body was racked with tiny shivers as he felt her walls collapse around him and close like a spongy vise an his hungry cock.
He was a madman. His hips rammed blindly, pounding his meat in frantic thrusts against Marge's desperately sucking pussy. The slurping suction of his long battering strokes filled the room. His arm lashed out unconsciously, laying blow after blow of burning leather across her back, and driving her on like a team of horses before him.
"FFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKK! I'M COMING! PUMP, YOU FUCKING BITCH, PUMP! GGGGGGODDDDDDD!"
Marge was lost in the agonizing bliss of his rampaging prick. Each lash of the whip drove her harder against his rutting tool, her ass pressing the bush of his pubic hair in an effort to swallow the full, gorging length of his cock.
For several seconds she teetered on the brink of orgasm, her hips pumping maniacally, waiting for that one tiny push that would drop her from the nest, and force open the wings of her insanity. And then it came.
She looked between her splayed legs and saw the wrinkled sac of his balls jerk and contract, preparing the load that would burst in seconds inside her. That was all it took.
"AAARRRHHHGGGGHHHHH!"
The two twisting bodies exploded like twin volcanoes, each out to blow the other one apart. His cock belched its fiery fluids out in wrenching spasms, melting her in the heat of his flaming ecstasy, while her cunt burst its boiling walls and drowned his cock with the lava-like flow of her orgasm. On and on it went, dissolving them in nature's violent bliss.
Chapter Nine
"HE DID WHAT!" Jenny just could not believe what she was hearing on the other end of the phone.
"He tied me up, and then whipped me," Marge replied, a giggle in her voice.
"Weren't you frightened?"
"Oh, I was at first... but then I started to enjoy it. Afterwards he was as gentle as a lamb. In fact we're going out again tonight."
"YOU'RE GOING TO SEE HIM AGAIN!"
"Yeah... it's my turn to tie him up... and I've got a couple of great ideas about the handle of that kinky whip."
"Marge, you never cease to amaze me!"
"I'm telling you, honey, there's nothing like it. Look... I've got to run... I'll come over as soon as I'm back, and give you all the juicy details... okay?"
"Okay... talk to you tomorrow."
Jenny hung up the phone, and stared at it. Her mind was racing with the same thoughts that had plagued her ever since she had gotten back from Los Angeles.
Should I do it? Should I cheat on Tom? Well, I suppose I already have! But should I do it consciously, willingly, plan it out?
But at this point the questions were academic. Marge's description of her previous evening, and her obvious enjoyment of all that had taken place, had finally convinced Jenny that it was time for her to wake up. Nope! No doubt about it! If I'm going to hold on to Tom, I'm going to have to become a lot sexier than I am now. And today's as good a day as any to start! But where? Who?
Only one face would pop into her mind, only one person had ever made an overt gesture toward her in all her years of marriage, and her remembrance of the incident brought a smile to her face.
"Oh good, Jenny, good," she mumbled to herself. "You're looking to have an affair, and all you can think of is the delivery boy who has such a crush on you that he once grabbed your tit in a fit of passion, and then ran, scared silly by his own action."
For several minutes she played that afternoon over in her mind, chuckling at each clumsy gesture and mistaken intention. But before long, she found herself thinking more fondly of the boy, and his feelings toward her. And now she was considering it, seriously wondering if she should use his affections.
"OH SHIT! Why not! This whole thing is insane anyway, can't make it any more crazy than it already is."
Now that her mind was made up, she moved quickly, hoping to kill any doubts that might spring up with the sheer speed of action. She called the market, and having been assured that John was on delivery, placed a small order to be delivered in an hour.
She then ran upstairs, and slipped into her sexiest nightie. It was powder blue, see-through fabric that came down to just below her crotch, barely exposing the matching panties. The faint tint of her braless nipples stood out through the flimsy lop, completing the look she hoped would be irresistible to the young man.
She nervously checked her face in the mirror, pausing to make sure it was made up to sensuous perfection before going downstairs, and awaiting the young boy's arrival. Fortunately for Jenny, it was only a few minutes before the knock came.
"Oh hi, John... would you be a sweetheart and put that bag in the kitchen for me?"
The young man was frozen at the front door, his mouth open in surprise as he took in her scantily clad body.
"Oh God! I'm shocking you! You're right of course... I should have gotten dressed hours ago, but I'm just feeling very lazy today."
"That's okay," he mumbled, finally shaking himself out of it. "Where do you want the bag?"
"The kitchen table will be fine."
He marched past her with almost comic rigidity, his eyes glued safely to the floor, and deposited his burden on the kitchen table. With equal speed and formality he marched back, heading as fast as he could for the front door.
"Wait a second, John... let me tip you!"
The young man stopped, his flushed face hidden shyly, his gaze rooted on the door.
"Oh damnit! I just remembered I don't have any spare change..."
"That's okay." His voice quivered with emotion.
"No it's not. Look, if you've got a little time, I could fix you a sandwich... would that be okay?"
He debated for several seconds before answering. "Yes... that's fine... I'm on lunch break anyway."
"GREAT! Why don't you sit on the couch? I've got a casserole I san pop in the oven. You want something to drink while we wait for it to heat?"
"Coffee... if you've got it."
"There's some on the stove, and it's already hot."
The young man positioned himself nervously on the couch, while Jenny raced into the kitchen to pour him his coffee. She filled two cups, and paused to gather her thoughts before returning to the field of battle.
"Oh God," she muttered. "What the hell do I do? What would Marge do? TAKE CHARGE! That's it... I have to take charge... and not waste any time!"
So saying she walked the two cups of coffee carefully into the living room, and took up a position across the coffee table from the young boy. Slowly she bent down, placing the cups on the table, careful to give him the best view possible of her dangling tits as the fabric billowed down towards the floor.
"There you... oh damn! I spilled some... I'd better get it up right away." She raced to the kitchen and quickly grabbed a handful of paper napkins, returning instantly to her place in front of John. "I'm telling you... you've got to get these thing dean right any or they stain."
The young boy was speechless, staring in burning passion at her delicate tits as they wobbled inductively with each sweep of her arm. Jenny too was succumbing to the chimes of lust, her nipple firmly erect, her eyes stealing their furtive glances at the rapidly rising bulge in his pants.
"Then, that should do it," she chirped, coming around to join him on the couch. "How's the coffee?"
"Uh... good! Hot! Good."
"Good!"
For a while they sat in nervous silence, each focused on his on coffee. Jenny took it along as she could, and then decided if was time for action -- blunt action.
"I don't ace you much," she said. "How come?"
"No, no reason. I just... I... it... well to be honest, I've been a little embarrassed about... Uh... well you know..."
"About grabbing my breast?"
His face turned red at the mention of his past mistake. "You... I figured you'd have me arrested or something."
Jenny's sudden laughter seemed to relax him a little. "Why in God's name would I do that?"
"I don't know... I just thought... you know."
"I thought... I don't know!"
Jenny's face softened, her eyes staring in total affection at the nervous, inexperienced teen. "John, I didn't mind at all," she sighed, her hands coming up to cup the boy's face. "In fact, I was flattered."
"You were?" he gulped.
"Yes... did you like touching me? Did it feel good to you?"
"Well... yeah!"
"It felt good to me too. In fact, I'd like you to do it again... I'd like you to do it now."
With this she reached down and pulled his hand up, cupping it softly around her small, pliant tit. The young man gasped, fear tingling his nerves. His terrified eyes stared in disbelief at the sight of his hand on her breast, his body immobilized by the shattering reality of this long-desired contact.
Jenny began inching toward him on the couch, her tongue circling her lips. "Go ahead, John... touch them... feel them... show me how much they please you..."
He squeezed harder on her straining breast, his throat loudly swallowing the last morsel of his disbelief. Finally his other hand came up, and he began manipulating the soft fleshy knobs slowly beneath his prying fingers.
In spite of her own insecurities, a kind of dreamy torpor was enveloping Jenny. Her sighs became deep and full-throated as his hands increased their firm attentions, and waves of desire began to flood through her deprived body.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh... that's it... that's nice! Is it good? Does it feel good to you?"
"Yes," he groaned, "it's good... real good."
She smiled, and moved her body closer to John, pulling him toward her, and lowering her face to his parted lips. She kissed him lightly at first, her lips just stroking and grazing his hungry mouth, then harder, her tongue entering the wet sweetness of his young mouth to probe and prod his tentatively searching tongue.
John began sweating with the rising heat of his passion, her tongue instilling in him a permissive confidence that now took control. His hand reached down and curled under the flopping top of her gown. Slowly he began tracing a tremulous path up to the bare flesh of her throbbing tit.
Jenny's heart began to thud, and shivers shook her body as she felt the boy's hand close on the sensitive surface of her small, rounded tit. Her tongue picked up the pace, responding to the hard pinch of his young fingers on the turgid bud of her nipple.
"Mrs. Kramer," he groaned. "Could I... uh... is it... could I touch you more?"
"Yeeeessss!" she whispered. "Anything... anything you want."
His hand responded, gripping even tighter into the warm tit-flesh, while his other hand dropped and rested on the tender inner side of her thigh. It snaked further and further up her leg, until his palm brushed electrically against the nylon-covered pubic hair. He hesitated a moment before beginning to massage the hot, dripping triangle.
Jenny trembled from the contact, his fingers pressed passionately against the soaking fabric, poking in youthful exuberance at the tiny button of her clit. Jenny flexed her pelvis up against the boy's lusting fingers, the flushes of burning desire darting from the pink flanges of her hungry pussy.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhh God! Yes, YES! Do it! Touch me... let me feel you on my bare flesh!"
Quickly the boy jumped ahead, flicking his hand up and inserting it down the waistband of her panties. His voice cried out its delight as his fingers tangled blissfully in the curly strands of her pubic thatch.
The shocking contact was too much for Jenny's love-denied body, and she began wildly writhing her hips with almost violent shudders. Her eyes were clamped shut, and a low, lascivious moan emerged, heralding like a death rattle her expired doubts. She now surrendered totally to her wanton seduction of this handsome youth.
"Oh John... I want to feel your naked body over me! Hurry! Get undressed... hurry, PLEASE!"
Suddenly they were both up. Jenny tore the clothing from her body and returned to the couch. She dropped onto her back and spread, her legs wide, her mouth watering at the sight of the hard, young body unveiling before her. John struggled to remove each article of clothing, his eyes locked on the glinting trickle of moisture that flowed from her willing open cunt.
Finally he rid himself of the last article of clothing and jumped between her open thighs. His body was a quivering mass of unconnected parts, his heated lust total master over his numbed brain.
He pounded his flaming cock into the palpitating opening of her pussy, pressing his hips in unconcerned frenzy, all thoughts of gentleness lost in the blinding desire to enter this darkly forbidden passage.
"AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"
Jenny screamed out from the very depths of her soul as he plowed mercilessly into her tender cunt. The joy welled in her heaving chest as she felt his fifteen-year-old cock speeding crazily into her pussy. "OOOOOHHHHHHHH YYEEEEEEEES! TAKE IT... FILL ME... FUCK ME... FUUUUUCCCCKKK MMMMEEEEEE!"
John moaned, his plowing prick reaming forward until he finally hit bottom, crashing against the tender head of her cervix with frightening force.
He quickly began withdrawing his huge cock, slipping it easily from her boiling pussy, and then instantly thrusting it back in again, driving it clear into her dripping cuntal channel. Again he did it, trembling with the heavenly bliss of her milking cunt as his pace increased.
Jenny squirmed helplessly beneath him, her voice droning in a mewing groan, her cunt caressing every fold and bump of his lovely cock as it pounded into her like a fleshy battering-ram. She rolled her hips frantically, smothering his grinding cock in the soft folds of her long-frustrated snatch.
"Oh Jenny, I love you!" he cried, his lips surrounding her face and neck with hot kisses. "You're letting me do it... I've wanted to for... for... Oh God, I love you... love you so much!"
"Yes... YES! Do it... I want you... make me come! Fuck me till I come... FUCK ME!"
Jenny could feel her nerve endings tingling with the consuming ecstasy of his wildly driving fuck-pole. She felt mystically one with his raging cock, clinging to it, absorbing it into the burning walls of her violently sucking pussy. Her hands dug into the firm muscles of his back, squeezing him for every ounce of possible pleasure she could drain.
His body churned, sweat rolling in huge drops from his fevered brow as he strained against her thrashing loins, pushing his wide, impaling organ deeper and harder into the burning glove of her tormented pussy. His long hard strokes slipped like a knife through butter into her slippery passage.
And now Jenny cried out, her pitch rising with the intensity of her approaching orgasm.
"YES!" he echoed. "COME! COME, JENNY... COOOOMME!"
Jenny churned wildly as the mouth of her cunt flared desperately to engulf more of his rubbery cock into her secret depths. Shivering preludes of her corning climax drove her to batter feverishly against his straining crotch, her box opening completely to his onslaught. Her cunt screamed in wild sucking sounds as it contracted around his pistoning young prick, sucking the cum from his balls.
"OH FUCK! COME! COME WITH ME! I'M COMING!"
"I AM... I AM... OOOOOH! SWEET JESUS... I AM! I'M COOOOOMMMMMIIINNNNNNG!"
He bucked frantically, his cock blasting its virgin load in white-hot jets of foaming cum. His voice gurgled in maddening joy as his balls emptied their contents into the battered depths of her hot, crazed pussy.
Jenny bucked too, her body vibrating in uncontrolled release. Her orgasm swept her up in its ecstatic grasp and hurled her like a stone.
And then it passed, leaving only the shivers of recognition. Jenny felt drained and blissfully exhausted but somehow exhilarated at the same time. She continued pushing the throbbing sheath of her ravished cunt over his undiminished cock, milking him until his balls were drained of every drop of cum. And still he was hard, stiff with the burning delight of her womanly cunt.
"Should I stop?" he asked naively. "Should I go now?"
"Noooo!" she sighed, her arms him even closer to her. She was alive! Alive with the newfound freedom of sexual expression! Alive with the glorious touch of a wanting, hungry man! "Noooooo! More... oh God, fuck me more! Mmmmoooorrrre!"
Chapter Ten
Marge could no longer contain herself. She rolled back onto the sofa, her laughter spilling freely, her hand holding onto Jenny's knee for support. "God, Jenny, when you decide to open up, you don't let anything stand in your way... I'll say that for you!"
"YOU SHOULD TALK!" she squealed, heron face twisted in a girlish grin. "At least I didn't spend the weekend bowing to a whip!"
"It goes back to our childhood's, Jenny. You always insisted on Andy Hardy, and I couldn't get enough of Bluebeard!"
This brought on another round of gasping laughter as the girls joked and teased, buoyed by their newfound freedom. The weekend had left both of them glowing with a confidence brought on by the rediscovery of their own potent sexuality.
"OOOHH! Jenny, I'm proud of you," Marge said, her breath finally returning. "You did it! And I'll tell you... you've still got more guts than I do -- you did it right here in the house!"
"Oh shit, Marge. Here... there... it's all the same. I'm proud of both of us for just getting up and doing it! And I'll tell you -- by the time I get through with Tom's welcome home tonight he won't be able to even think of another woman!"
"AAAAAAAAAAMEN!"
The girls raised their coffee cups in mock toast. No sooner had the mugs come together in a dull, thudding clunk, than the room was filled with the delicate sound of chiming bells.
"You think it's a heavenly omen?" Marge giggled.
"NO!" Jenny replied. "I think it's the doorbell." Jenny skipped to the door and peered through the tiny peep-hole. "Oh God, Marge it's Benjamin Stiller!"
"Oh that's perfect! Here we are discussing sex, and up walks the salesman's answer to Casanova! I'm telling you, it is an omen!"
Suddenly Jenny was bubbling with excitement. "MARGE! Why don't we have a little fun! I've always wondered..."
"Hold on, Jenny... it's too close to home for me!"
"OOOOOOHH BULLSHIT! You opened things up for me, now it's my turn to open things up for you! ARISE, MARGE SOMMERS! Prepare to meet the enemy on the home front!"
Jenny's enthusiasm was too infectious, and Marge could not resist. "Okay! I hope he's ready for what's coming!"
"GREAT! Look -- run upstairs and dig up something sexy... it looks silly with me in a nightie, and you in your traveling clothes. Find something that will drive him crazy... okay?"
"Have no fear, m'dear... I promise you, after I make my entrance he'll be helpless." Marge gave Jenny's hand a playful squeeze, and disappeared up the stairs.
Jenny quickly ran to the door and opened it. "Why Mr. Stiller! How are you?"
Benjamin Stiller stood for a moment, carefully studying the lines of her scantily clad body in the doorway.
Ben was a well-built, pleasant-looking man, with curling brown hair and a mustache. He had once been loud that he looked like Errol Flynn, and had since cultivated the image. The resemblance was fractional, but enough to earn him a certain amount of sexual consideration by his more frustrated female clients.
"Mr. Stiller."
"BEN!"
"Ben... why don't you come in? I think I may be needing some of your stuff today."
"Good! Always glad to lighten the load of the American housewife!" He strode confidently into the living room, and proceeded to seat himself on the couch, his display case spread before him on the coffee table. "Anything particular you're looking for?"
"No," she said, seating herself next to him on the sofa. "Nothing specific... What have you got?"
"Anything you could want in the way of household gadgets... lotions... cosmetics... you name it!"
"What do you have that's new? I'm in the mood for something different."
"Well... I've got a new herbal body cream," he chirped, reaching into his case and withdrawing a large plastic bottle. "Here, smell it."
"Mmmmmm! It's heavenly... may I try some?"
"Go ahead."
Ben watched as Jenny spread tile cream gently over her arm, rubbing it into her skin. His eyes wandered over her body, studying the gentle curves that peeked so provocatively through the diaphanous material of her nightie.
"Oh, it's lovely," Jenny purred. "I want to see how it feels on my body. Put some on my back, would you?" She turned around, raising the nightie, and exposing the flesh of her naked back to his hungry eyes.
He filled his palms with the rich liquid and began rubbing it uncertainly across her body, watching as her skin absorbed the soothing oil. His cock twitched desperately in his pants, straining against the taut fabric as his hands tingled with the touch of her tanned flesh.
Encouraged by Jenny's soft rocking and gentle sighs, he began working his hands around her sides, creeping in slow, inching steps toward her milky, swaying tits. But he was cut off abruptly by the sound of footsteps. Convinced it was her husband, he removed his hands with lightning speed, placing them in his lap to cover the prominent swell of his cock.
His fear turned to relief at the sight of Marge's feminine form, and then to bold amazement as the reality of her appearance dawned on his struggling consciousness. She was standing, her arm cocked on the banister, and clad only in a short towel that reached just above her nipples and barely below her crotch.
"Hello, Mr. Stiller."
"Ben..." he squeaked, his voice quivering.
Even Jenny had to stare. She took in the startling presence of Marge's luscious body, and tried to imagine the effect it was having on Ben. And suddenly she was filled with an aching desire to share this seduction with Marge, the two of them, dizzy with the power of their sexuality, propelled by their boldness, molding his desires like two master sculptors would mold a lump of clay.
"Marge, I'm glad you came down... Ben was just showing me some fantastic cream. Here, smell."
Marge walked over and stood next to Ben. She bent down to smell the fragrance still clinging to Jenny's hand, and so doing, allowed the towel to raise up behind her, exposing the rounded swell of her ass to Ben's thirsting eyes.
"My God, that's beautiful," she sighed. "How does it feel?"
"Try it."
"Okay!" Marge reached down and spread the lotion on her hands. Then she raised her inside leg up and placed it on the couch next to Ben. He gasped as the towel separated to give him an unobstructed view of her moist cunt, a thin gleam of juice trickling between the hair-lined lips of her flowering pussy.
She began rubbing the cream across her thigh, her body shivering in delight. "Oh damn, it's wonderful! Ben, would you be an angel and put some on my other leg?"
Jenny poured the liquid into his trembling hands and practically pushed him towards Marge's firmly posted thigh. He finally drew up to the column of flesh, his face even closer to the hairy bush of her twat, its aroma reaching out to scramble any semblance of thought in his mind.
Slowly he began rubbing his oiled hands up and down the tapered perfection of her thigh, his hand climbing higher with each stroke. Ben's breath grew rough and halting as his hands traced the rising spread of her leg, separating upward until his hand could feel the grazing touch of her pubic hair.
Marge was shivering in a limbo of pure sensual delight. The icy coolness of the oil was the perfect counterpoint of her burning flesh. She could feel the tiny streams of juice tickling down the soft inside of her thigh, only to be swept up in his stroking hands and held only a hair's breadth from the boiling chamber of her, cunt.
"Jenny, give me some more. This is too heavenly for words!"
Jenny poured the lotion into Marge's cupped hands, and then gasped in stunned response as Marge pulled the towel from her body and began rubbing the moist cream over her gently heaving tits and belly.
Ben's attention was captured by the falling towel, and his eyes slowly trailed upward, following her hands as they climbed her stomach and rose to trace the upward swell of her huge orbs. He could see her head cocked back, her eyes tightly shut, and her mouth open as her hands laid a glinting carpet of oil across her bobbing tits.
Jenny almost felt sorry for him. His cock throbbed painfully beneath his tight pants. The heavy drops of his gushing pre-cum had soaked their way clear through his shorts to dot the front of his trousers with dark patches of moisture.
Jenny leaned over and began working at the metallic zipper of his fly, as much from desire as pity. "It's not fair of us to use all of your lotion and not let you feel how nice it is too."
Jenny worked the zipper down, and spreading the folds of his pants, reached into his shorts to remove the mass of his surging prick. She tingled at the first electric contact of his hot cock-flesh, and thrilled as it sprang from the tight prison of his clothing like a jack-in-the-box.
Quickly she spread a helping of the lotion on her hands, and began rubbing it up and down his iron-hard rod. He jolted as the frosty liquid touched the hot, glowing flesh of his tube, but he soon succumbed, moaning in tempo with the hand that glided up and down his aching cock.
"See, Ben?" Jenny's voice whispered into his ear like the purring of a kitchen. "You should try your own products sometime. Isn't this cream nice? Doesn't it feel good?"
By now his manipulations had been totally forgotten. He was trapped in the divine grasp of her oily hand traveling the length of his massive organ. His face pressed against the warm pillar of Marge's thigh, his fingers digging into the white flesh, holding her like a drowning man would a piece of driftwood.
Marge was oblivious to the stopping of his movements. She was still too lost in the bliss of her own greased hands rubbing and caressing her own boobs. Her fingers were gliding effortlessly over the spherical mounds in slow circling sweeps that raked divinely across her quivering nipples.
But now, suddenly, her eye was captured by the sight of something in his sample case. It was a square, cloth-covered case, about the size of a cigar box. Marge had seen it many times before, but Ben had always refused to reveal its contents. Marge and Jenny had done much theorizing as to what it contained, and now her curiosity proved even greater than the urgings of her body. She had to know what was in it.
Carefully she pushed him back on the couch, and freed herself from his passionate grasp. "I'm going to look in your case, and see what else you might have that I need. You don't mind do you?"
He was unable to speak. Jenny's hand was squeezing the flared tip of his cock, her gassy fingers skating in gentle strokes across the raw, sensitive cap of his ruddy meat.
Marge dropped to her knees and opened the cloth-bound box, her mouth dropping in delighted amazement as she removed one of the several white cylinders it contained. "Oh my God! It's a vibrator!" she blurted, turning to show the elegantly tapered, cock-like object to Jenny.
Jenny giggled lewdly. "Why Mr. Stiller!" she cried, her hand closing even tighter on the huge barrel of his cock. "What are you doing with that?"
But be was too far gone to even answer. His eyes stared blankly through his half-closed lids, his head swimming with the delight of Jenny's pistoning fingers.
Marge flicked the tiny switch at the base, and placed the vibrating plastic against her nipple. A flash of thrilling pleasure shot through her as the tiny motor quivered against her nerve-laden bud.
"How is it, Marge?"
"Not bad," she gasped, "but I think it would be better if I was just a little mire tender..." She quickly got up and kneeled next to Ben on the sofa, her tit was poised inches from his sweating face. "Ben... could I bother you fix a favor? I think I might want to buy this little toy, but I need to try it out... and I'm just not tender enough yet."
No more needed to be said. With only a grunt for an answer, Ben lunged at the perfect, globular tit so temptingly swaying before his face. His hands ante up to cup the dangling flesh, guiding it into his hot, craving mouth.
His lips locked in on the crinkled areola, his mouth nicking in the firm, erect nipple and rolling it frantically with his tongue. On and on he licked, the full flesh of her ample tit bulging out around his face, while he tried desperately to suck the end right off her tit.
"That should do it," she groaned. "Now... let's try it again!"
Marge returned the rapidly vibrating device to the raw, swollen spikes of her nipples. The blissful charge soared through her like cold air on an exposed nerve. Her body doubled over, and her muscles turned to water as she cried out in joyful agony.
"OOOOOHHHHH! MY GOD! Oh God... it's... so... so... OOOOOOHHHH!"
Her body arched stiffly, fighting back against the burning bliss of the thin vibrating tool. For Marge, the game was over. Quickly she pushed Ben down on the couch and straddled his face, pressing the drenched, flowery folds of her cunt into his willing, hungry face.
"OOOOOOOHHHH GOD!" she cried as she pressed the vibrator again to her swelling tit, her fingers tearing at her other tit, preparing it for yet another onslaught. "Eat me... I want your tongue spearing me while I press my fucking tits! Eat me! EAT ME!"
He did not have to be begged. He buried his face in the soft muff of her cunt, his tongue knifing past the petal-like folds of her lips to rocket into her lusting hole. The hot juices of her cunt poured out, streaming down his cheeks as his mouth tore into her pink flesh like a glutton at a free meal.
Jenny too was responding only to the blaring heartbeat of her surging passion. She took full advantage of his position to pull the pants from his body. Quickly she grabbed one of the other vibrator from the cloth box, and coated it with a full helping of lotion.
She then crawled between his legs. She pushed them apart and up, exposing the tight, red ring of his asshole. She then began smearing the tool around the crinkled little hole, working it gradually past the firmly clamped muscle, and into the clasping chute of his rectum.
Ben squirmed in delight as the blunt cold plastic climbed the dark channel of his bowels. His hips began churning in firm strokes as she began moving the object in and out of his clutching ass.
Each thrust of Jenny's hand only brought another naming drive from his furiously rutting tongue. And now Jenny's lips closed firmly around the red, glowing cap of his prick. She began sucking brutally on his cock, her tongue matching his in ferocity as she attacked the raw, sensitive flesh of his cum-stick.
He was being driven crazy. With each long swallow of his meat, Jenny would withdraw the inactive plastic tube from his anus, twirling it as she buried her face into his curling crotch. Then she would raise her head again, sucking the full length of his cock, and driving the cylinder back into the hot tunnel of his ass.
He in turn channeled the frenzy of his screaming loins into Marge's dripping box. He speared his tongue brutally into her quivering hole, dragging out and up, pressing the hard bone of her pelvis, until he could chew the tiny cherry of her clit.
Margo drove her hips into his face, smothering him as he tore and chewed her quivering bud. Her hands stabbed the quivering shaft of the vibrator into her tit in suicidal ecstasy, first one nipple, then the other, charging each one with the fiery bliss of the whirring tool until she finally burst.
"GOD... I'M... COOOMMMIIINNNGGG!"
Her body slammed onto the arm of the couch as giant convulsions racked her twisting torso. The vast explosion of her nerves screamed in her head like a million amplified voices. And yet his tongue would not abate. He lapped furiously, draining her of every drop of pleasure before her helpless body slumped to the floor, and freed him of his human mask.
But his turn was coming. The fierce actions of Jenny's sucking mouth and reaming hand were taking their toll. His body heaved freely now, ramming his cock deeper and deeper into the burning oven of her throat.
And now Jenny prepared her final move. She pulled out the vibrator, and shoved her face viciously down the shaft of his cock. Then, holding her head in place, she jammed the plastic tube up his ass, and hit the switch at the same time.
She held a moment, waiting as the whirring tool came to life. It rumbled in his belly, churning his entire groin. He screamed out in ecstasy as the sperm seemed to swirl in his rioting balls.
"OOOHHH GGGODDD! YYEEEEESS!"
And then she played her final card. In one slow, consuming move, she rose the length of his cock, and locked around his pulsing tip, sucking for all she was worth.
It worked.
"OOOOOHHHHH JEEEESSSUUUSSSS!"
His scalding sperm exploded into her waiting mouth like white tar shot from a cannon. It hung in long threads from the cavernous opening of her throat as she swallowed slowly, savoring the full, salty tang of his cum.
And still she kept sucking. Not until the final weak spurts had dribbled out onto her tongue did she release him from the perfect joy of her mouth. She finally rose up and collapsed against the arm of the couch, her mouth swilling the last drops of jizz like some vintage wine.
For a long time the three bodies just lay there, lost in the afterglow of their union. It was with great reluctance that Ben finally rose and dressed. Carefully he gathered his bag together, and staggered toward the door.
"Wait, Ben!" Jenny called. "You forgot the vibrators and the lotion."
Unable to talk, he dismissed the comment with a wave of his arm, and exited. Marge finally stirred, raising her head, and staring at Jenny.
"Roger ain't going to know what hit him!"
Jenny giggled loudly in agreement. "And neither will Tom!"
Suddenly Marge became aware of the fact that Jenny urns still dressed. "Hey! You still got your clothes on. Didn't you get a piece of the action?" Jenny shrugged. "Someone had to do the work."
"Well bless your heart," she said, and reached for the vibrator. "Well, it's not fair for you to be left out. You did the work... now you deserve the pay."
And so saying, she approached her friend, the vibrator whirring in her hand, its blunt tip aimed for the soft folds of her moist waiting cunt.
Chapter Eleven
Marge was glowing, her spirits soaring as she relived every moment of the previous night's sex. She had virtually attacked Roger. She had poured every bit of new knowledge and awareness, every morsel of the weekend's experience into pleasing him. And he had loved it.
She had succeeded in not only getting him to fuck her earnestly, but had gotten him so worked up he took her a second time.
And now all she could do was lie in bed, her heart singing, and stare at the early afternoon light as it filtered through the open window. Not even the ringing phone could jar her from her reverie.
"Hello."
"Hi, honey... whatcha doing?"
"Oooh... just thinking. What's on your mind?"
"Aaaawwww... nothing... I just called to tell you I wouldn't be getting home till late."
"Okay..." Suddenly her husband's words sunk in. "YOU WHAT!"
"I'm... but we've got to wine and dine a couple of buyers tonight. I don't know how late it will be, but probably it'll drag out... so don't wait up, okay?"
Marge was boiling, desperate to control the anger perched so delicately near the surface. "Yeah! Fine! I won't wait up... enjoy yourself."
"Fat chance! I'll see you tomorrow."
No sooner had Marge hung up the phone than the doorbell rang. She raced downstairs, opened the door, not the least bit surprised to see Jenny's fuming face.
"They're mother-fuckers... both of them!" Jenny stormed into the room, and Marge slammed the door behind her.
Jenny paced for a few minutes, too angry to talk. She roamed the floor like a caged lion, her claws poised and ready, starving for something to lash out at. "I know what I'm going to do," she finally growled. "I'm going to screw everything in pants... I'm just going to have to do my shopping somewhere else."
"Noooooo... I don't think that's the answer," Marge said pensively. "We're going to have to wake them up. If I'm going to do something... I want it to slap them right in the face."
"Any bright ideas?"
"Just one, and it's going to require all the luck we can possibly get." Marge picked up the phone and dialed. "Keep your fingers crossed, Jenny."
"Marge, what the hell are you doing?"
"The way I figure it... if they're entertaining buyers, that means girls... And if there's going to be girls, why not us?"
Jenny's face brightened, her voice breaking into a giggle. Marge frantically waved her quiet as the voice came on the end of the line.
"International Landscape, may I help you?"
"Mr. Sommers' private secretary please."
Marge waited nervously for the phone to stop buzzing. "Mr. Sommers' office... Miss Lovis here... may I help you?"
Marge spoke, her voice thinly disguised. "Yes, I understand you need some girls this evening." There was a pause on the other end, only a second or two, but it seemed like an hour to Marge.
"I'm sorry," came the voice, "I don't mean to appear stunned, but how did you know? I haven't even had a chance to call out yet."
Marge struggled for an answer. "I... I think after... I think Mr. Sommers called earlier."
"That's strange... he usually refused to handle it himself."
"Yeah... look... do you need the girls or not?"
"Yes! Yes, we do... we need four girls." Marge took down all the information regarding time and place. Her hands shook with the delight of her soon-to-be-had revenge. "Okay... I've got it all down."
"Good! Oh, and please! Screen your girls a little more carefully this time. One of the last girls you sent behaved rather boorishly. Remember, these are businessmen, not perverts!"
Marge could not resist the opening. "I promise you... they won't know these girls from their wives."
Marge hung up, and let out a scream of sheer delight. She clutched the paper with the information tightly to her breast, almost as if she were afraid it would disappear.
"Marge, you're a genius. Well... what do we do between now and then?"
"Go shopping... we owe these bastards the show of their lives, and we're going to give it to them."
The two women approached the hotel suite door quietly, their minds seriously challenging the sanity of their actions.
"Well... this is it!" Marge blurted. "Let me have a final look at you, Jenny."
Jenny stepped back and twirled model fashion. Marge hardly recognized her. Her hair was teased and curled into a giant afro, and her face was made up to the hilt. She wore a thigh-length wrap-around skirt, and on top, a wide knit shawl that, when opened, revealed a blouse of transparent material that completely exposed her firm, braless tits.
"Jenny... you're perfect! I may take you right here in the hall myself!"
"You don't look so bad yourself, kid!"
Marge was next to show herself off. She was dressed in a floor-length, jet-black gown that was split clear up the side, the front and back held together only by thin black laces. The long split clearly revealed the lack of any kind of underwear, and the deep dip in the front displayed to its best advantage the dark cleavage of her full breasts.
"I'm telling you, Marge... in that outfit, you could raise the cock on a corpse."
"Bless you, fellow hooker... bless you!"
They giggled for a few seconds, and then fell into contemplative silence as they stared at the door.
"Well, Marge..."
"YEP! I guess it's time."
Marge pressed the doorbell, preparing herself for whatever should come. To her relief a strange face answered the door. He was a brawny man with thin wisps of puffy red hair covering the obvious baldness of his skull. His ruddy face seemed to glow even redder with the smiling cheerfulness of his greeting.
"Heeeeey! You must be the ladies we've been waiting for! Come on in! I'm Sam McCord." The girls filed past them, and into the specious suite. "This here's Mike... he's my associate."
The other man rose from his chair and greeted Marge and Jenny politely. He was a young man of twenty-nine, with a firm, muscled body, and an air of total confidence. Unlike the other man, he looked at them as women, not hookers.
"Hello," he beamed, "what are your names?"
A smile broke out across Marge's face, and she gave Jenny a quick wink before answering. "My name is Viva... and my friend's name is Candy."
"Glad to meet you," came his reply.
And now McCord chirped in, "Hey! Where's the other two girls? I thought this was a party of four."
"Where's the other two men?"
"Oh, they went out to freshen up the ice bucket. They'll be back in a few minutes."
"Good! I can't wait!" Marge walked up to McCord, her fingers traveling seductively over his open-shirted chest. "I'M afraid the other two girls couldn't make it. But I promise you, we'll work twice as hard to make it up to you. Shall we start now, or wait for the others to arrive?"
The sweat was beading on McCord's brow as he stared down the front of Marge's dress. "The way I see it, now's as good a time as any!"
Mike's voice sounded from the other side of the room. "Excuse me, Candy... may I take your shawl?"
Jenny flashed a quick look to Marge, who only gave one firm nod of encouragement. "Why not!"
Jenny dropped the shawl, and handed it over to Mike. She could not help feeling a wave of pride as the attention of the room shifted to the swaying of her pointed tits.
Mike was mesmerized. "Beautiful," he whispered. "Absolutely beautiful." Dropping the shawl to the floor, he walked over to Jenny, and began opening the blouse, his lips coming down to nibble at the soft curve of her neck. Marge and McCord watched as he slid the garment from her body, and his hands climbed up to cradle the mounds of flesh.
Jenny's eyes drooped shut at the touch of his warm hands on her tits. Her hands began weaving through his dark locks as his head lowered to the waiting spikes of her trembling nipples. And then he kissed them, his lips closing on the hard posts, his teeth nipping lightly.
Her passions began surging, increasing in force until it shattered the shaky walls of her sanity. Her body arched with the joy of his swirling tongue, her crotch heaving forward to press against the firm column of his leg.
Jenny's groans began spilling out in tiny whimpers of delight as his tongue played across her aching nipple. Her hands came out of their own volition to begin tearing at the buttons of his shirt, freeing them, wrenching the garment from his upper torso to reveal the smooth, rippling muscles of his sleek body. Her fingers traveled gleefully through the curling mat of his chest as his lips jumped from one tit to the next, devouring the sweet buds of flesh in his hungry sucking mouth.
Marge's own passions were lit by the blissful sight of the two entwined lovers. Her hips pressed back against the burly body behind her, her breath catching as she felt the hard knob of his crotch grind into her pillowy ass.
"Shall we join them?" came the growling voice. "No," Marge sighed. "Let's watch for a few minutes. It's turning me on... a lot!"
"Okay, baby!"
He signaled his acceptance by running his hands into the slim side openings of her dress, and raising them to the two swollen melons of her tits. He grasped the giant orbs firmly, his fingers kneading them in rhythmic contractions while he twirled the steely, erect buds of her nipples.
Meanwhile Jenny was too lost in delight to care about having an audience. She was consumed with only one thought -- COCK! She wanted it -- needed it -- hungered for the feel of this man's hard muscled body surging into her open snatch.
It was to this end that she now devoted all her energies. With one flick of her fingers she sprang the catch of her dress, wiggling it to the floor with her hips, and kicking it into the corner of the room. With equal quickness she dropped to her knees, and worked the zipper of his pants. It fell easily before her conquering fingers, and hooking her thumbs into his shorts, she stripped him of pants and underwear in one fell swoop, tossing them onto the heaped fabric of her dress.
And now, suddenly, there it was. Jenny's pupils dilated in lust as she stared at the massive muscle of his cock, stretching like a marbled monument from his bushy groin. Her tongue circled the rim of her bright-red lips as she drew ever nearer to the beckoning cap of his pulsing prick.
Jenny's mouth slacked open, her lips spread wide, and surrounded the dribbling tip of his cock. Mike waited for the thrilling contact of her mouth, but it did not come. She continued forward, taking his organ into the gaping cavity of her mouth, and finally coming to a halt about one third of the way down his throbbing cock.
Mike quivered as his cock stood poised in the center of her mouth, her breath blowing hotly over his teeming flesh. He twitched his cock, gurgling slightly as the rock-hard tube bounced off the ridge of her teeth, but still no contact.
And then she moved. Gradually, like the plodding frames of a slow-motion film, she began closing her mouth, her hand rising to hold his giant prick dead in the center, avoiding all contact until the last possible moment. And then, with only a fraction of a centimeter remaining, Jenny clamped down, her mouth grabbing and sucking with all its might on the burning head of his cock.
"GOOODDDDD!"
Marge's own gasp echoed Mike's full-throated yell. Her body jolted almost as if the blistering touch of Jenny's mouth had been an her own body. Marge watched her friend's sudden explosion of movement with all the passionate attention of a sinner at a miracle. It was not until her view was cut off that she even realized that her dress was being carefully lifted over her head.
She lifted her arms willingly, hastening to return to the sight of Jenny's furiously bobbing head on Mike's cock. Glancing briefly she realized that McCord's clothes were spread around her feet, and one tiny backward step was all it took to confirm the nakedness of his warm, husky body.
But he did not remain there. She felt his lips on her back, his hot kisses working slowly down the curving arch of her spine, until they were lodged in the deep valley of her ass-cheeks. Slowly the soft cushions parted, and her stomach jumped as his tongue flashed into her anus.
Her body foil forward, her hands coming to rest on her knees, her body twisting to impale itself on the hard, naming organ. His searing tongue climbed the inner channel of her bowels, filling her with torrents of erotic bliss as she watched the violent thrusts of Mike's cock disappearing into Jenny's prick-hungry mouth.
But the show was nearing an end. Marge was finding it harder and harder to focus her eyes on the cocksucking tableau across the room. She was succumbing to the constant thrill of his raging tongue. Finally the curtain fell on her watching eyes as she felt the sudden, jarring blast of three fingers pounding into her flooding cunt.
It was more than her quivering body could take. Her knees buckled instantly, sending her crashing to the soft mat of the carpet, her body fleeing the overwhelming jolts of his manipulations.
But no sooner had she hit the floor than she felt space of an instant, her legs were thrown open, and his blissful, delving tongue was now burrowing into the warm nest of her pussy.
"OOOOOHHHHH! YEEEEESSS!"
The cry was driven from her throat by the piston-like lunges of McCord's tongue. His slick lapper was beating into her body, driving her into a frenzy of passion -- a passion that might have been complete had she not suddenly been aware of the crashing bag, and the chilling bite of ice cubes as they tumbled against her hot, sweating body.
Marge could vaguely identify the stunned, angry tones of a familiar male voice. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? MARGE! HOW THE HELL? MARGE! YOU'RE YOU'RE..."
This piercing cry was joined by another. "OH JENNY! JESUS CHRIST... YOU CAN'T BE... YOU WOULDN'T... OH GOOD GOD! JENNY, SWEET... JENNY!"
Marge could barely make out the blurred outlines of their husbands' bodies standing in the entranceway. She struggled desperately to remember everything that she mid Jenny had planned to my, but nothing would come.
She turned to where she had last seen Jenny, hoping for her friend's support, hoping Jenny still had the presence of mind to put their carefully laid plans into effect. But it was hopeless. Jenny and Mike had fallen to the floor, and were now locked in a frenzied sixty-nine. They were so wrapped up in their mutual sucking that Jenny could not even look up to acknowledge her husband's presence.
Marge was on her own. She turned to thee the two men, her mouth gaping open in a vain attempt at speech. But her words were cut off by the renewed surge of McCord's cunt-bathing tongue. And now she surrendered, allowing the sight of her writhing body to say all the things she had wanted to convey.
She flopped back onto the floor, giving herself entirely to the joy of McCord's rutting tongue. She threw her hips freely into each thrust of his soul-destroying mouth. Her hands flew out to grab the jerking red locks of his hair, and guide his spearing face, crushing it into the blossoming folds of her screaming twat.
Her hips were flying in jerking lunges that enveloped her in a cloud of agonizing bliss. On and on she battered, trying to swallow the entire mass of his devouring face into the hot, running chamber of her pussy. But suddenly her, attention was once again diverted by the inhuman sound of a low, muffled scream from across the room.
She turned her face and found Jenny and Mike just where she had seen them before. Jenny was pressed over Mike's cock, her face nuzzling the strands of his pubic hairs and his cock lost deep in her throat. Mike's face was obliterated by her grinding hips, wearing her cunt like a mask.
But now she could see the third body, and the reason for Jenny's scream became apparent. Tom's body was perched behind her, his pants around his knees, and his cock buried to the hilt in her squirming asshole. He was like a man possessed, driving his hulking prick with savage abandon into the hot clutching muscle of her anus.
But that was the last view she had. Her vision was suddenly cut off by the appearance of Roger's hairy thigh straddling her face. She turned to look up, and was greeted with the sight of his huge prick dripping passionately onto her soft cheek. From around the shaft she could barely perceive his lust-twisted face, his eyes glowing in an incandescent fire of pure burning want.
And now the whole experience ganged up on her, forcing words from her mouth that totally lacked the guidance of her brain. "OOOOOHHH GOD! GIVE ME YOUR COCK! OOOOHH, ROGER... I LOVE YOU... LOVE YOUR COCK! I LOOOOOOVVVEEE YOOOOOOOUUUU! GIIIIIVE MEEEEE YOUR COOOCCCKKK!"
No sooner had the wards come out than Roger had thrust the blunt prong into her open screaming mouth, his body quaking as her soft lips closed desperately over the hot slab of meat. She sucked with a fury that defied human tolerance. Her tongue scraped feverishly over the flaming red tip, swallowing every drop of pre-cum that squeezed from his aching balls.
She sucked with a vengeance, as if by swallowing him she could convince him of all the love she held. Her scorching lips branded the mark of her devotion onto his throbbing shaft as she climbed the length of his fuck-pole, and smashed her face into the hard bone of his crotch.
And all the while McCord's tongue was still digging at the pink petals of her flowering taint, his teeth tearing in blinding delight at the pearly bud of her clit. The three of them rocked and shook with the rhythms of their dancing bodies, and were soon joined by the orgasmic accompaniment of climax.
To Marge it was just so many voices from the other side of the room. Unable to see, she just listened.
Mike was first. Marge listened to the violent thrashings of his blasting body as he blew the juices of his cock into Jenny's hungry mouth. And then it was Jenny's voice that joined the chorus.
"UUUGGGHHH... UUGGGHHHH... UUUUNNGGG!"
Words were impossible with his bursting cock spewing into her mouth. But her voice droned on as her cunt exploded, her full moans marking each wrenching spasm of her squirting twat. And then it was Tom. In a piercing voice, he blared out the final movement of this lusting symphony. "OH FUCK YES... YES! YYEEEESSSSS! TAKE IT! TAKE MY COCK! SUCK IT INTO YOUR SWEET ASS AND NEVER GIVE IT BACK! TAKE IT! TAKE IT! AAAHHHHH!"
Marge could feel it coming. The battering abuse of McCord's tongue was wearing her down. She could feel the burning swell of her orgasm climbing the long avenue of her spine, and preparing to flood her brain.
The actions of her mouth took on frantic desperation. She was desperate for the feel of Roger's huge cock spilling in abundance into her mouth, before the consuming heat of her orgasm could strike. And then it came.
Her prayers were answered by the sudden jerking of his surging meat. His body doubled up, and exploded in spastic convulsions into her open throat. His hot cum spat in wave after bursting wave of scalding delight, throwing her helplessly, head first into her own shattering climax.
Chapter Twelve
Jenny opened the curtains of her bedroom, and heaved a warm sigh as the faint light of the dawning sun creeped silently into the room. She held a moment, basking in the aura of the morning glow almost as if she could draw renewed strength from its awakening splendor.
She grabbed the bottle from her dresser top, spilling the contents into her hand, and returned to the prostrate form of her husband on the bed. She carefully crawled between his legs, and took his limp cock into the warm chamber of her mouth.
Tom's body jolted as he felt his aching cock enter her mouth. "Oh God, Jenny! Jenny, I can't... I can't! This will be eight times in six hours! I just can't do it, honey! Please... oh... PLEASE!"
His body winced with each stroke of her tongue across the raw reddened flesh of his exhausted cock. It was with sonic relief that he felt her head leave his prick to speak.
"Just one more time, honey... just one more gorgeous fuck with your huge cock -- PLEASE!" And even as she spoke she began spreading the creamy contents of her coated hand across his, balls and anus, her finger delving into the tight little chute to spread its oily contents.
"Jenny, I can't," he groaned, his weary muscles barely able to squirm from the boldly climbing finger. "I just can't get it up another time anyway... I've got to get ready for work."
"Don't worry, honey," she chirped. "You've got at least fifteen minutes before you have to get ready. And I promise you... I'll get it up for you!"
She removed her finger from his rectum and reached down to the side of the bed. Quickly she removed the slender vibrator from the heating pad she had so carefully tucked it in, and returned to his crotch.
She then returned her mouth to the wrinkled lump of his cock, sucking it gently into her hungry mouth. She placed the plastic tip of her vibrator against the tiny strip of skin between his sac and anus, carefully spreading his tender balls over the sleek tool.
The heat radiated from the object, warming his balls. Then she turned it on. His hips lifted from the bed as the hot churning of his groin began to burn its way into his collapsed prick.
She moved quickly, storming the walls of his resistance, and in one lightning gesture she buried the vibrator into his surprised and helpless rectum.
His cock shot up like a skyrocket, filling her happy throat with the bulk of its flaring, dripping tip. She pounded the vibrator in even, regular strokes into the clasping muscles of his bowels, and then stopped, leaving the whirling object buried in his ass.
She then rose, lifting her face from the glowing cock, and climbed up his body, her cunt poised delightfully over his waving prick.
"See! I told you you could do it!" she whispered, her body lowering slowly, her cunt dropping like a glove over the full, throbbing length of his click. "I told you I would get it up! Now fuck me! One more lovely fuck before you go off to work... one more glorious orgasm to last until you come home tonight."
With this she began milking her soft, wet muff up and down his hulking member, dragging it in tight, gripping strokes over the aching expanse of his cock. The vibrator quivered in his anus, its heat filling the tormented area of his groin as her lips fell silent with the frantic sucking of his nipples.
Tom could only groan. One long, sustaining moan of mingled agony and bliss as her hot cunt sucked the reluctant sperm from his foaming balls.
Marge watched as Roger entered the room and placed the breakfast tray next to her on the bed. Breakfast in bed! she thought. My God, how long has it been?
But the food was the last thing on her mind at this point. She stared at her husband's naked body, ready far one last round of pleasure, one farewell fuck to send him off to greet the day.
"The food looks wonderful," she sighed, "but aren't you going to eat?"
"Naw! I'll pick up a snack later," he shrugged. "That's silly. What kind of wife would I be if I let my husband head off to work without breakfast?"
"It's okay... really!"
"NO! You've got to at least have some juice!" And so saying, she reached into the glass and began smearing the orange liquid across her full, heaving tits. Roger's eyes brightened as the meaning of her words began to become clear.
"Well... I guess I should have a little juice." His face lowered to the scalding mounds of flesh. His tongue circled one full orb, cleaning it of every drop of tangy juice, and then proceeding to the other to wash it with his flicking tongue.
As each tit was cleaned, Marge would spread another layer of cool liquid, waiting in shivering delight for him to repeat the loving process. On and one she went, shivering with each delicious lap of his hot tongue, her joy increasing until the glass was finally drained.
"I think you should also have a little meat. You need meat to give you strength!" She reached up and scooped a handful of jelly from the plate next to her toast. Slowly she smeared the sweet sauce across her open cunt, using her finger to deposit a generous amount into the moist chamber of her open hole.
"Okay," he said hoarsely, "but you'll have to eat too... I hate to eat alone." He reached up, spreading the jelly carefully over the full length of his huge cock.
They stretched out across the bed, Roger's mouth diving instantly into the banquet of her teasing cunt, and Marge licking hungrily and joyfully at his cock. On and on they licked, each new exploration of their wildly waving tongues rewarding them with explosions of sweet taste, and ripples of pure erotic delight.
Soon the oral actions took on a more intense rhythm, and what had been light, tasting licks became full probing thrusts of passionate ecstasy. And now it was hips and mouths, surging with the power of charged, hungry organs desperate for one more release, one more searing blast of human energy to carry them above the tedium of their normal life.
It was not long in coming. Roger's tongue tore at the tiny bud of her clit, ripping at the sensitive flesh in a fiendish delight that threatened to dissolve her body in its intensity. At the same time her tongue would not relent in its bold raping of his huge meat.
Each one lapped, trying to top the other in the heated giving of pleasure, each mouth begging the other's body to show its acceptance in the full throes of orgasm. Each one hungry for the taste of sweet release. Each one winning.
Together they came. Roger's cock blasted the hot cream of his cum in giant gasps of release. Marge devoured it, thrilling as the hot, salty cum would mingle with tiny drops of jelly still clinging to the curly hairs of his jerking crotch.
All the while her own belly was heaving in the violent contractions of orgasm, bathing his face in the rich flow of her nectar-like juices. It seemed to go on for hours, their bodies sucking and draining the last full shivers of climax from the twisted forms of their blowing organs.
And then it was over.
Roger was the first to speak. "You know, Marge, if we could bottle that... I'm sure it would replace coffee as the morning pick-me-up!"
"Best breakfast I ever had!" she giggled. Marge now lay back and watched as Roger went about the duties of preparing for work. She finished the plate of food he had so carefully prepared, and was just placing the tray on the floor when he came up to say goodbye.
"A goodbye kiss?" he chirped.
"You betcha!"
To Marge's delighted surprise he bent down and kissed her cunt-lips tenderly.
"You know," he said, his eyes drinking in the perfection of her petaled labes, "I don't really have to go to work today."
She thought for one second. "Noooo! You better go. If we're getting together with Tom and Jenny tonight like we planned, you're going to need all the strength you can muster."
"Yeah," he grinned, the idea lighting his face like a torch. "I guess we will!"
One more kiss on her cunt and he was gone. Marge remained in bed, allowing Roger enough time to pick up Tom before she grabbed the phone and dialed the familiar number.
"Hello? Jenny?"
"Hi, Marge! How was YOUR evening?"
"Unbelievable! How was yours?"
"GRRRRRRRREAT!"
"You know... there was a second there last night when they first found us with the buyers that I thought it was all over."
"Yeah... but we won, kiddo... we won!"
"I can't wait till tonight, Jenny... can you?"
"Nope! I just hope Tom's not too crippled to operate."
This brought on a round of excited giggles from both girls.
"GOD!" Marge laughed. "I'm getting wet just thinking about it!"
"Me too!" Jenny sighed. "You know, Marge, tonight's an awfully long way off, and I'm itching already."
"Yeah! What can we do to kill the time between now and then?"
There was a long silence while both girls thought. It was Jenny who finally broke the spell of their concentration.
"Well... I know one thing we can do."
"What's that?"
"Well... you know how that sink in the bathroom leaks? It's just off the bedroom, and drives me crazy at night. Well you could help me fix it."
"Okay... why not!"
"Oh, and Marge. Before you come over, give the plumber a call. You know! That new one that Emily told us about."
"You mean the cute one?"
"Yeah... the cute one. You know, just in case we have any trouble with the pipes."
Marge's face beamed in a broad, sinful smile. "You're right, Jenny... I mean we can't be too careful -- RIGHT?"
"RIIIIIGHT! You never know what might come up when your playing around with pipes."
