Behind the outward serenity and closed doors of middle-class suburban homes, we find people tormented by the same problems that have afflicted men and women throughout the ages.
While Americans today are leading "the good life," enjoying material comforts unheard of in other countries, people may still find themselves in an emotional turmoil, reinforced by the increasing alienation of our lifestyle.
Morgan Wyler is a typical young suburban housewife. She is surrounded by material comforts. Yet her boredom and her husband's increasing neglect lead her into acts she never dreamed herself capable of. With each day, she finds herself set more irretrievably upon a path from which there is no turning back.
HOT ORAL WIFE is a novel about the problems that may confront any woman when she makes the fateful decision to ignore society's prohibitions.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The reception desk outside her husband's office was vacant when Morgan came in. Carly, Nick's secretary, must be on her break. Morgan just shrugged and opened the door to Nick's office. The next to last thing in the world she expected to see was Carly Dillon, virtually naked, stretched across the desk top with her head in Nick Wyler's lap and his big hard cock fucking in and out of her mouth. The last thing Morgan would ever have expected to see was a stranger behind Carly, pushing his prick up her red-furred pussy while she ate greedily at Nick's cock.
"Nick!" the young wife yelled, totally floored by what she saw.
All three of them looked up.
Carly blushed and began to wipe at her wet, lipstick-smeared mouth. The man behind her paused in mid-stroke, his cock jammed halfway up Carry's cunt. He tilted his head to one side and looked at Morgan, one corner of his mouth turned upward in the makings of a smug smirk. Carly looked embarrassed. Normally she was the picture of efficiency, but her usual business suit was gone-all she had on was a white blouse, unbuttoned past her camisole-covered tits, plus garters and stockings-and her hair was unpinned, falling loosely onto her shoulders. Obviously she didn't need her glasses for cocksucking. They were gone too.
Nick stood up, finally, bold as brass, his cock sticking straight out, droplets of his secretary's saliva coating his cock-knob. He came around the desk, toward Morgan. She turned away.
"What the hell do you think you're doing in here?" Morgan asked, still in shock from what she'd seen.
"We're fucking," Nick said smoothly, cupping Morgan's chin and turning her face back toward him.
She looked up into his almost-hypnotic blue eyes and felt herself melting, the way she had at their first meeting.
"I could see that," she whispered.
Behind him, at the desk, Carly had finally pulled herself off the other man's cock. She was sitting atop the desk now, pulling her blouse down to cover her cunt. The modesty effect was somewhat negated by the pink-nippled tits that still hung from the unbuttoned front of her shirt. She looked down, saw her protruding tits, then tried to tuck them back inside. But it pulled her blouse upward and left her cunt-bush uncovered again.
"Join us," Nick said, leaning close to nuzzle his wife's cheek. "I mean, we've talked about it, fantasized about it. Now it's happening. A chance to make our fantasies come true. Go for it, Morgan. Join me."
They'd been married almost two years. Two good years, but the honeymoon had been over for a while. And lately they'd been using fantasies to turn themselves on. Sometimes they'd pretend to be other people while they were fucking. Sometimes they'd each pretend they were fucking someone else while the other watched.
And now Morgan had actually walked in on him fucking his secretary's mouth, sharing her with another man, a man Morgan had never seen before.
"Come on, honey," he said, taking her hand.
Nick pulled, and she took a step toward him. She melted into his arms and he began to kiss her face, her neck, down into the low front of her blouse, his fingers undoing her shirt buttons to lay more of her chest bare to his lips.
"You already know Carly," he added with a grin. "This is Paul Vandevort. He's just bought the Wilkins property from us. We were . . . celebrating the sale ..."
Vandevort was an incredibly good-looking man, in his mid-thirties, and in terrific physical condition. He was stark-naked, and Morgan couldn't have missed an inch of him if she'd wanted. This is crazy, she thought, feeling her blouse being unbuttoned, then removed by her husband. His lips sipped at hers and she had no strength, no will, to resist.
Nick pulled down her slacks, removed her bra, then reached for the waistband of her panties.
"I'll do it," she said, sucking in her breath. She was nude except for shoes and panties now, but she had to take the final step by herself.
Carly was no longer attempting to cover herself up. She sat on the edge of the desk, watching with frank interest as her boss's wife stepped out of her panties and stood naked in the center of the precious office.
Carly gave a low whistle. "Not bad. If I went for women, I think I'd go for that."
Paul Vandevort was sliding his hand up and down the inside of Carly's thigh, rubbing her from knees to red cunt bush. She was a tall, slim, great-looking girl, Morgan couldn't help noticing, especially now that she wasn't Dressed for Success. Her pink pussy, its lips wet already, showed through the reddish thatch of fur. Paul's hand stroked it, rubbing lightly. Morgan saw the cunt-lips part, the glistening texture of Carly's pussy interior.
Nick was behind Morgan, cupping and squeezing her tits, pushing his hard cock against her ass. He nibbled at her neck.
"This is incredible, baby," Nick gasped. "I'm gonna fuck you like there'll never be a tomorrow."
She turned. "No. If you want to live out fantasies, we'll fucking live out fantasies! You fuck Carly! I'll fuck him!"
Morgan pointed at Paul Vandevort.
"Huh?" Nick, gasped. "Are you sure?"
Morgan nodded. "Unless he doesn't want to."
"This is heavy, baby," Nick said.
Morgan couldn't help noticing that Nick's cock didn't soften at the suggestion. If she was any judge, his prick felt even hotter, harder, nudging her bare ass from behind.
Morgan looked at Paul. "Do you want to fuck me?"
"I think I could get interested in the idea," Paul replied, and his cock underscored his words. His prick was sticking almost straight up, big and swollen, obviously ready to fuck someone.
Morgan eased out of her husband's arms and walked tensely toward Paul. She stopped, a foot or so from where Paul stood by the desk, and she looked at him expectantly.
Paul let go of Carry's thigh and came toward Morgan. As his arms encircled her, she leaned her head back and his mouth came down upon hers, hard, hot, wet. She felt his cock, equally hard, equally hot, rubbing against her, and she could not resist the impulse to reach down and take hold of it. Her fingers molded around his erect prick, and she sighed at the power she felt in his prick.
His tongue was in her mouth, one hand cupping her ass, the other stroking her tits. She had a good body, five-eight, slim, with tits that were large for her frame. Her waist was trim, her ass flaring, her thighs long and well-tuned. She slipped one thigh around Paul's leg and lifted herself onto tiptoes, allowing his cock to slide between her thighs, rubbing the fleecy mat of her bush. As she sucked his tongue, she began to move herself back and forth along the lance of his erection, stroking her pussy lips with his big meaty cock.
"Somebody forget about me?" Carly asked. "Come over here, Nick and let's play with each other while we watch your wife get fucked."
The blunt frankness of her words sent thrills of delight through Morgan. Yes! She was going to be fucked! While her husband watched she was going to give her body to a stranger! The same game they had played so often at home, but this time it was for real. She could feel reality, in the shape of a fat eight-inch prick, sliding eagerly along the crease of her cunt.
She heard slurping, and she looked over Paul's shoulder to see that Carly was even now re-engaged in eating Nick's cock. It was like something out of one of their private fantasy games. She was watching her husband's cock disappear into another woman's mouth, a woman who sucked as if she loved the meat she gobbled. Carly's eyes were closed, and she swallowed Nick's cock in deep, hungry strokes, taking him almost to the nuts each time. He was stiff, and long too, and Morgan felt a thrill of excitement.
At twenty-three, Morgan was beautiful but not deeply experienced. She'd been plain and skinny as a girl, a perpetual wallflower. By the time she had finally blossomed, she was deeply set in shyness. Nick had brought her out of it- she had, in fact, been a virgin when she met him, though she had fooled around occasionally, and his cock had popped her cherry. She'd never had another man's cock in her pussy, and she only needed the fingers of one hand to count the ones that had been in her fist or mouth before now.
But she was going to be fucked, by a strange cock, in front of her husband, and he was priming himself for the sight by mouth-fucking another woman. If the force of his thrusts into Carly's wet mouth was any proof, he was very excited at the prospect.
Well, Morgan thought, squirming in Paul's eager embrace, she had to admit she was a little excited herself. Talking about it, pretending to do it-that was one thing. Squeezing her thighs together, feeling her clit throb in response as that big prick slid through her bush- something else altogether!
And, if she had to pick a strange man to fuck, she could have done a lot worse. His body was smooth and firm, without much hair, and she liked that. And that cock! Jesus! She felt as if she were straddling a gas mainline! It seemed to be growing the more she worked her thighs along its sliding length, and she could feel the hot juices leaking from her itchy pussy lips.
She hoped he found her as attractive as she did him. She knew that she was good-looking. Built like the proverbial brick shithouse, as Nick used to tell her while running his fingers through her blonde hair and the darker gold of her pubic fur.
Someone else was about to dump a load in this brick shithouse, she thought with a half-repressed giggle.
She didn't want to lie down on the floor. Carpet burns were the last thing she needed. Standing up was going to be impossible. Her legs already felt so woozy she didn't know how she could control them. Carly and Nick were monopolizing the top of the desk.
"How about the couch?" she asked Paul, pointing to the leather sofa beside the desk.
He nodded with a smile and then waltzed Morgan over to it, easing her naked body onto the slick leather.
She settled down beside him. His cock was no longer sliding between her legs-it stuck up from his lap, big and red, the way a cock ought to be.
Morgan looked at the desktop. Carly was just now going onto her back, legs up in the air, and Nick was sliding atop her, steering his cock into her red-haired cunt while his eyes were fixed upon Morgan and Paul.
"Do it," Nick gasped, his prick sliding home in Carly's cunt as the red-haired secretary moaned in acceptance. "Do it, Morgan! Let me see you do it!"
Without a second thought, the blonde wife bent her pretty face down toward the tip of Paul's cock. She licked the big red glans of his prick, licked it around and around until it glistened with her drool. Christ, he tasted fantastic! She'd never enjoyed sucking cock until she met Nick. With him, she couldn't seem to get enough, and she loved it when he filled her mouth with jism. She had thought it was a special response, her reaction for him and him alone, but, as she licked the flesh of Paul Vandevort's erected prick, she knew in her soul that it was just her own maturity. The rich ripe taste of this new cock filled her body with arousal and she had to get his prick into her mouth, had to suck his nuts off.
"Mmmmm, you're good," she said as she took his cock inside, her mouth sliding wetly up and down his big, throbbing fuck-pole. He was pretty good, too. She could get addicted to the taste of his rod. Sucking passionately, she stole a peek at the desk.
Nick was riding Carly hard now, and her legs were folded around him.
Carly was thumping her fists on the sides of the desk, moaning. "Fuck me! Oooohhhh! Fuck me, you big-cocked bastard!"
Watching them, Morgan became certain that this wasn't the first time her husband had fucked his secretary. Their bodies moved in a hot, squishy-sounding rhythm of fucking that could only have come with some practice.
The fucker! she thought. He's been cheating on me! It wasn't just hot fantasies with him!
Morgan's mouth was full of Paul's prick, and he was trying to fuck her throat. She couldn't take his cock all the way, but she did want all he could give her. She gulped and sucked and took him to the very tip of her throat, sucking wildly as he fucked into her again and again.
He was fondling her tits and pussy while she ate him. Her nipples tingled between his pinching fingers, and she moaned in delight. His hand got onto her pussy, spreading the lips, all soft and wet and liquid, and his finger rubbed her clit until she wanted to scream.
But how could she scream with her mouth totally full of this big hot hard cock? Was Nick watching? Could he see that she was sucking his client's cock? Was Nick watching? Could he see that she was sucking his client's cock?
"I want you to fuck me," Morgan gasped, raising her mouth from his dripping cock. "I want this big fat prick a mile up my pussy! I don't care it if splits my cunt apart, I have to be fucked, right now!"
He crushed her mouth in a kiss and pulled her onto his lap.
Morgan's smeared her sweaty bare tits all over his face, squealing as he bit and sucked her stiff pink nipples, chewing on the rubbery tips until they stuck out. She force-fed her tits into his mouth, allowing him to suck her like a hungry baby, turning her on.
"My tits," she purred. "Ooooohhhh, you horny bastard, suck my big titties!"
Her head jerked back.
"Oh, Nick," she gasped, "your friend is eating my nipples! Look at him! I wish I could squirt his mouth full of milk. But I bet he's gonna squirt my pussy full of his milk, full of his sweet hot cum! Are you watching us, Nick? Can you see us? Ooohhh, Paul, let me turn around, so I can watch Nick fuck Carly while he watches you fuck me. That's what he wants, and I don't want him to miss any of it!"
She remounted Paul, this time back to front. He filled his hands with her sumptuous tits, mauling her plush tit-mounds, while she did a little fandango with her pussy, above and upon the pointing tip of his hot and hard cock. She held him in one hand, spread her cunt lips with the other and she bathed him in the wetness leaking from her hole. God, she was so fucking wet! She couldn't remember being this lubricated for sex. There was no question she was ready for it, and her cunt seemed to beg for the insertion of his prick.
She fed that hungry need, sliding her hot wet cunt down over the lance-like extension of his erection, gasping, squealing as he slipped his cock into her.
God, was he ever fucking her! He squeezed, flopped, jiggled her tits as she bounced up and down on his cock. He fucked her deeply.
Morgan rode her cunt down onto the upward thrust of his cock, and they humped hotly together, grinding, swaying, adding a thousand new kinks and twists to the fuck.
On the desk, Nick was obviously fucking the shit out of Carly. She was squealing and moaning, writhing about under him, and their bellies came together with thudding sounds as he poured his cock up her pussy hole.
Nick fucked Carly, but his eyes were on Morgan as she slicked her pussy up and down over Paul's big prick.
Morgan couldn't keep her hands still. Her clit itched, and it seemed to have swollen as if a bee had stung her right on the love button. Her fingers found the tender but turned-on bud, and she attacked it savagely, feeling her pussy contract spasmodically around Paul's prick each time she gave her clit another wicked rub. Her cunt began to writhe around the cock that fucked it, grinding and sucking at the cum-bloated fuck tool as it worked hotly in and out of her greasy cuntal sheath.
Paul got a hand down there too, abandoning one of her tits for a moment, and she liked the way he caressed her clit.
"Yesssss!" she hissed. "Ooooohhhh, squeeze it! Milk it! I wish I could shoot cum out of it and get your hand all white and sticky!"
His cock just kept on fucking in and out of her, spreading her snug but totally juiced pussy-lips almost to the breaking point, making more and more friction in her clit area.
"Come on my belly!" she gasped. "Not inside me! Make me come, but shoot your stuff up my front. I want Nick to see you squirting on me like I'm some kind of whore!"
"You got it, Morgan," he gasped, "and you're gonna get it . . . sooooooonn!"
Carly had already gushed a time or two. It was obvious from her cries and contortions that she was going through orgasm, and it was an arousing sight.
Morgan had seen women faking climax in porno movies, but she had never watched anyone else fucking for real, and the knowledge that Carly was reaching orgasm on the end of Nick's cock was like a blast of dynamite going off inside Morgan. She watched, big-eyed, delighted, as Nick fucked his way into the moaning, whining secretary. Her eyes and his met.
"Me too!" Morgan said excitedly. "I'm gonna . . . commmmmeee!"
She went blasting off while Paul played with her clit, then fucked her with a prick that felt a foot long and a mile thick. She screamed, clutched her flopping tits, and she squeezed them tightly to her chest, too full of joy to do anything but writhe and wiggle and wail atop Paul's driving cock.
"In your mouth, baby!" Nick screamed. "I'm gonna shoot my cum in your mouth ..."
Thrilled beyond her wildest dreams, Morgan watched her husband yank his cock out of his secretary's pussy and stagger forward until his enormously swollen prick was bobbing in front of Carry's sweat-drenched face. Her tongue laved at his cock, her fists seized his length, brought the cock-head down toward her mouth. Even as his cock touched her lips, he went off, a river of hot sperm gushing into Carry's face.
"Ooooohhhhh!" the redhead screamed, opening her mouth to receive his explosion.
Cum burst onto her face, poured into her open mouth. Her tongue flogged him, hungry for more of the same.
Morgan, watching in fascination, moaned and came again.
"Now, Morgan, nowwwww!" Paul gasped.
He yanked his prick out of her pussy and let his jism fly, onto Morgan's sweat-soaked belly, then onto her tits. A splash or two even hit her in the face, although she was hardly aware of it for the explosive release of her own second orgasm.
"Look," she gasped at Nick in a breathless voice. "Look, darling, he's coming all over my tummy and my titties ..."
And knowing that Nick's eyes were trained upon her, Morgan reached down, scooping up the puddling globs of jism that lay warm and sticky on her belly. She looked her husband squarely in the eyes as she wiped one cum-soaked hand across her lips and licked Paul's seed off her sticky fingers.
"You know," Paul said, "it is certainly a pleasure doing business with Wyler Realty."
CHAPTER TWO
Morgan had changed into jeans and a flannel shirt, and she was sitting on the deck, sipping her third neat bourbon when she heard Nick's car pull up in the drive. She didn't get up. She wasn't sure, yet, what they would say to each other.
At the office, she'd hustled into her clothes and hurried off, suddenly unable-or unwilling-to face the others' eyes. She'd never done anything like that before, only in her fantasies, and the reality was too much to cope with.
The deck door opened.
She didn't turn around.
In her mind, Morgan was rehearsing a lot of things to tell him, a lot of questions to ask him.
She sensed his coming up behind her chair, and she felt his hands touching her shoulders.
"It's happened," he said in a low, awe-filled voice. "The Russians have dropped the big one. DC and New York and LA and Chicago are piles of glowing rubble. The fallout will hit us in two hours. We have only a hundred and twenty minutes to fulfill all our dreams and desires ..."
It was the start of the H-Bomb fantasy, normally one of Morgan's all-time favorites. She usually played a meek librarian-type, Nick a horny stud with eight inches of anxious cock craving a wet hole to bury itself in.
"Goddamn it!" Morgan turned around and threw her glass to the floor. It shattered, but she didn't even look down. "This is no time for games, Nicholas Wyler! We went a little beyond games this afternoon. What in the bloody hell was going on when I came in?"
He grinned. "We were celebrating a zillion-dollar sale. All of us were tipsy on champagne, and one thing just led to another. Wasn't it fantastic?"
"Fantastic? You made me fuck a stranger, and you watched me do it . . . and you fucked that tart Carly, too, didn't you? How long has that been going on, Nick? I know it wasn't the first time you've dipped your prick in her."
"A few times," he admitted. "Nothing serious. Oh, shit, Morgan, you know how I am! She's pretty, and she likes to eat cum. I couldn't resist you either. God, I wish you could have seen yourself! It was so fantastic! You look like an angel when you're coming. All you need are the wings."
His hands were on her body now, caressing her tits through her flannel shirt.
Morgan was braless underneath. In fact, she'd left her bra at Nick's office though she hadn't realized that until she got home. Her nipples began to twitch against the flannel. His fingers stroked back and forth across them, and she shivered.
"Did you like it?" he went on, kissing the base of her neck.
Morgan squirmed, but she didn't jerk away from him. His fingers undid the buttons of her shirt, one by one. His hands slipped inside, filling themselves with the big soft mounds of her tits. She'd been almost flat till she was fifteen. At twenty-three she had a set of 38-C's, but with his hands caressing them, squeezing them, massaging life into them, her tits felt as if they were at least F-cups now.
Her tits were so heavy, so fucking heavy, but his hands made a soft, protective cradle for them. She could feel the heat of his palms, warming her tits even more. Her nipples were stiff, throbbing, aching, in need of love and warm wet suckling. She covered his hands with her own, holding them to her tits, thrusting her tits into his palms.
"You got hot watching me," she accused. "I know you were hot. And you fucked that bitch Carly, in front of me, and you made her come two or three times before you squirted your jism onto her face, into her mouth."
"What can I say? She loves to drink cum."
"She's not the only one," Morgan whispered, offering him her lips.
As their mouths met, he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the house.
She couldn't believe how hot she was as she stripped off her clothing. Neither of them could wait for the bedroom.
They peeled in the living room, throwing clothes everywhere.
Morgan rocked up and down, wearing only her high heels, watching him slide his pants down his legs, shorts and trousers at once. His cock came bouncing out and she made a grab for it.
"How many times have you fucked Carly?" she demanded, jerking on his cock.
"If it was important, I'd remember," he replied. "She'll never be half the fuck you are. Morgan-I want you to suck my cock. Please?"
"Since when did you have to beg?" She laughed, dropping to her knees to the floor.
She licked his cock up and down, washing it with her tongue. She found the taste extremely erotic, and she imagined that she could taste Carly's pussy juices all over Nick's cock, although she knew that his habits would have led him instinctively to wash his prick after fucking his sexy secretary. But she could still imagine, and to Morgan, the cock she licked was fresh from the orgasmic pussy of another woman. She'd never tasted another woman's cunt, though she'd often sucked her own fluids of Nick's cock.
She let her imagination and her memories supply all the stimulation, and her mouth went wild on her husband's big cock. His prick was stiff as a board, despite the exhibition he'd put on today at the office, and she filled her mouth with his fat meat, eating it gluttonously, sucking his cock as deeply into her mouth as she could take the big fucker.
Suddenly she found herself imagining that it was Paul's prick in her mouth. God, what an idea! She sucked harder, faster.
"Slow down, baby," Nick gasped. "I've gotta fuck you! If you suck me off, I may never get this thing hard again!"
"Fat fucking chance." Morgan smiled from below, but she let his cock slide free and she stood up.
He pulled her to him, grinding his body against hers, rubbing that mouth-slicked prick of his all over her belly, his hands full of her high, firm asscheeks. Their tongues swirled back and forth as they kissed, and she pressed her tits against his chest, burning him with the smoldering fire of her nipples.
"Let's fuck," Nick whispered.
"Let's fuck indeed," Morgan replied. "Oh, no!" She pulled away from him, clutching her golden-furred bush defensively.
"I think I'm too raw from being screwed at your office. Why don't you just jerk it off while I talk dirty to you?"
"C'mere, bitch!" he growled, making a grab for her.
Morgan stepped back, and he went sprawling onto the plush carpet. Thank God, he didn't land on his stiff cock! He might have broken the beautiful thing off!
"Ooohh, did you hurt yourself?" she asked solicitously, kneeling beside him.
He laughed and pulled Morgan atop him. His mouth found hers and her hand located his stiff cock.
"This feels fine," she said, "and it's the only part I'm really interested in."
"Then get on it and show me how interested you are," he offered.
Morgan slid her leg across his prone body and she mounted him. She rubbed his prick against her pussy, delighted but not at all surprised to find that her cunt was sopping wet. Then she took him into her pussy. His cock fitted her cunt like a hand in a glove. She sank down upon his prick, moaning as it struck bottom in her cunt, and she pressed her pussy down hard, relishing the feel of his big boner buried in her cunt.
"Fuck me now!" she gasped. "Fuck me till your cum runs out my ears!"
She loved fucking on top. Nick always said she was a ball-buster disguised as a hot cunt, but he enjoyed having her ride him. She could tell from the way he stabbed that big prick into her, thrusting up again and again.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped, pulling his hands up to clutch her jiggling tits.
He pawed at her tits, squeezed them, milked her big erect nipples. She closed her eyes and fucked herself to glory.
By twisting as she rode him, she could accentuate the pressure against her clit, and she found herself bubbling into a moaning little orgasm very early into the fuck.
Morgan was still hot from that display at his office, and, as she rocked and rolled, eyes shut tightly, she imagined that someone was watching them fuck. Carly, maybe, with three fingers shoved up her wet, red-haired pussy, moaning as she stared at Nick and Morgan. Or Paul Vandevort, murmuring obscene encouragements to them as he stroked his big beautiful prick in tempo with their hot fucking. And when they were done, when Nick had shot off his load into Morgan's tight cunt, Paul would come over and fucking ram his big prick into her mouth and force her to suck him off while Nick's cum oozed from her reamed-out pussy!
"Baby," Nick said, "did you like it? Was it great for you when you fucked him? Did it turn you on to have me watching? Jesus, it turned me on! I fucked Carly raw, but it was really your pussy I was banging. It was me and him both, driving our cocks up your cunt at the same time, making you whine, making you moan, making you come . . .
"I know," she whispered, fucking him harder and harder. "I know what you're talking about. It was like that for me, too. His big prick, splitting my pussy, but it was your prick, too, and I could feel both of you inside me. It was like nothing that ever happened to me before."
She was sliding her wet cunt even faster now, and the little ripples of another orgasm were beginning to vibrate through her cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" Morgan gasped, squirming on his lunging cock. "I'm coming again!"
"Come for me, baby!" he gasped, fucking her savagely, his fingers digging into her tits. "Come all over my hard cock!"
Her pussy seemed to gush a river of juices. She was dripping wet, and her cunt-lips felt as if they were sucking off his prick.
Morgan groaned and moaned and started to squeal like a rabbit caught in a trap. She was grinding her cunt against his body, quivering around the fully-inserted meat of her husband's cock, and it was fantastic!
"Here I go, baby!" Nick gasped, thrusting. "I'm gonna shoot you full of my cum! Ohhhh!"
His cock swelled to monstrous size inside her pussy as his cum boiled up from his balls, bloating his shaft, and suddenly gushing like Old Faithful into the molten stew of Morgan's cunt.
She screamed, feeling him erupt, and her pussy muscles rolled up and down his shaft, sucking every drop of semen from his massive prick.
"Ohmyjesus!" she whispered in awe, collapsing atop his body as his cock gave its last convulsive shudders inside her rippling cunt.
Nick held her tightly, as his cock began to soften inside her, sliding out of her pussy as his river of cum oozed between her raw cunt-lips to mat in her already-soaked cuntal hair.
He put his hands on her cheeks and kissed her gently.
"You are so fantastic," he said, "the best fuck I've ever had. It really turned you on today, didn't it? Christ, I could fuck you again, right now, just thinking about the way you looked riding his cock! Morgan, honey, what would you say if I told you we could maybe do something like that again? Would it turn you on all over again? Oh, shit, baby! What are you doing?"
Morgan blushed.
"I'm so excited I'm pissing myself," she said sheepishly. "Does that answer your question? Oh, God, how are we ever gonna get it out of the rug?"
CHAPTER THREE
"Call me Anna," the woman said. "You've fucked my husband. That should put us on a first-name basis. Especially since I intend to fuck that darling husband of yours. More wine, Morgan?"
Morgan Wyler could not fucking believe the conversation! She'd been a little disappointed, first of all, to find that Paul was married. On the other hand, she was married, and quite content with her husband; she wasn't looking for a new man, and it was naive for her to think that some woman had not already snared Paul, who was rich, handsome, and a great fuck in the bargain.
And Nick had told her that Paul and his wife were both really into recreational sex and that Paul looked forward to a replay of the scene at the office, preferably with his wife taking a few turns at bat, too.
The idea was off-beat and highly provocative.
Morgan had spent all morning diddling her clit and fantasizing about what might develop.
So, when she got a call from Anna Vandevort, inviting her to come over for drinks and conversation, she'd gone, with as much curiosity as apprehension.
The Vandevorts were new in town, and Morgan didn't know what to expect from Anna. On the phone she had a reserved, preppy-sounding voice. Not Morgan's favorite type, but she resolved to be open-minded.
In person, Anna was incredible. Beautiful, for one thing-small, only about five-two or five-three, very slim, with delicate features. Her hair was long and very dark, her skin a pale milky contrast. She had enormous brown eyes and moist-looking lips, and it didn't seem to faze her in the least that Morgan had already fucked her handsome husband.
"You're as attractive as Paul described," Anna went on. "He has a weakness for striking blondes with big tits. I sometimes wonder how he ever wound up with me."
Anna stretched her long legs-her small frame was mostly leg, it appeared, and the short dress and very high heels she wore showed off her legs spectacularly well.
"But variety is the spice of life. Tell me, does your husband fuck as good as he looks? I hope I'm not in for a disappointment this evening."
"This evening?" Morgan asked.
Anna nodded. "We're getting together here, at eight. I thought you knew. Oh, I do hope you like group scenes. Some men can't handle the idea of watching their wives get fucked, but Paul and I love to do it in company, you know?"
Anna stood up, smoothing the hem of her dress.
"Are you bi or straight, Morgan?"
"I, uh, don't know ... I mean . . . what do you mean?"
Anna strutted across the polished floor, her high heels clicking. She eased onto the sofa alongside Morgan, her long bare leg brushing sensitively against Morgan's thigh. Her fingers touched Morgan's shoulder and she leaned close.
"I mean, are you totally into cocks, or do you also like pussy?"
Morgan blushed. She hadn't thought there were many blushes left in her, after yesterday. "I've never been with a woman."
Anna put her hand on Morgan's knee. Her dark hair brushed the side of Morgan's face.
"I could change that for you right now," Anna said. "I find you extremely attractive, Morgan. Paul isn't the only one in this household with a weakness for striking blondes who have big sweet tits. I'd like to bury my face between your big sweet tits right now. I'll bet you knew that when you picked out that silk shirt, before coming over to see me. I love the way your tits move under it. You're not wearing a bra, and I can see the pink of your nipples showing through when the light is just right. May I unbutton your shirt? I'd like to kiss your nipples, please."
Morgan gasped. She hadn't expected anything like this. Hers and Nick's fantasies had never really gotten into lesbian activity. And she'd never had any close girlfriends to experiment with sexually in her younger years. Never had she seriously considered making it with another woman, but as Anna's warm brown eyes stared into her own, she knew that it was about to happen. She closed her eyes just as Anna's warm wet lips touched hers and the smaller, dark-haired woman's body moved atop hers on the sofa.
Kissing Anna was unlike any kiss she'd ever shared with a man. Her lips were so soft, so moist, so warm. The tongue that poked at her mouth, seeking entry, was small and delicate, like Anna herself, and inexpressible feminine.
Even with her eyes closed, Morgan couldn't deceive herself. She wasn't even sure she wanted to deceive herself. The aroma of Anna's perfume was tantalizing erotic, and so was the feel of her soft small tits nudging her body. She put her arms around Anna as the smaller woman writhed atop her, and she felt soft, feminine curves, so much like her own even though more compactly arranged. Her hands roved down to cup the slim but rounded cheeks of a dainty ass. Anna's skirt had ridden up and Morgan felt silk panties.
She slipped her tongue into Anna's mouth, getting aggressive, and she felt the thrill of response quiver through Anna's body. She was taking to this as naturally as she had to fucking Anna's husband yesterday. Her hands squeezed at Anna's ass, fingers sinking into the soft asscheeks. Anna squirmed atop Morgan, and Morgan felt a responsive tremor inside her pussy.
Their legs were intertwining, and one of Anna's firm thighs was pushing against the crotch of Morgan's slacks. Her thigh was between Anna's legs, pumping the dark-haired woman's pussy, and she could feel moisture seeping from Anna's cunt, dampening the crotch of her silk panties, leaking through the fabric of Morgan's slacks to trickle warmly against her skin.
"Your tits," Anna whispered, breaking off the kiss. "I do want to see your tits. Let me, Morgan-" she opened the silk blouse, pushing it aside "ohhhhh-they're gorgeous!"
Anna ran her fingers over the stiffened pink nipples, then leaning down to plant light kisses atop the points. Her lips opened and she pressed her mouth down, leaving reddish dabs of lipstick on the ends of Morgan's tits. Her tongue fluttered against a nipple point. Morgan gasped in pleasure.
"Yes, suck me," she urged. "Suck my titties!"
Anna smiled, only too happy to oblige. She drew the nipple into her mouth and sucked at it delicately, gently, lovingly.
"Oh yes, yes!" Morgan sighed, stroking the dark hair, feeding her tit to Anna's mouth. "Now the other one. Ooohhh, make them both feel goooood!"
Morgan heard a throat-clearing sound. She looked up, startled. The middle-aged Latino maid who had greeted her at the door was standing by the couch. If she was shocked at what she saw, she gave no indication. , Anna looked up. She said something in Spanish, and Rosita nodded, clearing the wine glasses and carafe from the coffee table. She went out, calm as could be.
Anna smiled at Morgan. "She's used to everything by now. Oh, Morgan, I want to eat your pussy! You are a natural blonde, aren't you? No! Don't tell me! I want to be surprised. Shall we go to the bedroom?"
Once in the bedroom, Anna began to strip. She had a good sense of rhythm and moved like a dancer, watching Morgan's reactions as she bared her petite body. The room was large, with diffused lighting and a lot of mirrors.
Morgan watched Anna, watched Anna's reflection in the mirrors. If the woman had a bad side or angle, Morgan hadn't found it yet. Anna was gorgeous from every direction.
Her body was slim, her tits high and round, like small apples. Her nipples were almost brown, and excitingly erect as she slipped off her silk-and-lace bra to lay her tit-mounds bare. Morgan's mouth began to water at the sight of them. She remembered how marvelous Anna's lips had felt on her own tits, and she ached to repay the favor.
Anna's waist was tiny, her ass delicately flaring. She played a long time with her panties, finally sliding them down to reveal her cunt, with its narrow hedge of black fur. Anna was in her early thirties, but she had the trim, tight body of a teenager and, for the first time in her life, Morgan knew the special kind of hunger that a woman's body could arouse.
Morgan looked at small, leggy, gorgeous Anna, nude except for her spike-heeled shoes, and the only thing she could think of now was getting out of her clothes as fast as possible so she could find out what woman-fucking was really all about.
Morgan wasted no time. She threw off her silk shirt, kicked out of her slacks, and ran to Anna, beside the oversized bed, wearing only her panties. With Morgan's shoes off and Anna's shoes on, they could kiss comfortably standing up, and she was hungry to kiss Anna's wet mouth again. She pulled Anna's body to hers, seizing her ass possessively, grinding herself against her new friend. The crotch of her panties was dripping with excitement now, and her pussy-lips itched uncontrollably. Morgan ached to have a finger scratching that itch, and she hoped it would be Anna's finger. Jesus, she hoped Anna's tongue would join in, to do its share!
As Anna's mouth played on hers, she had exciting premonitions of the way this mouth would feel when applied to her pussy. She loved it when Nick ate her cunt. Something told her that being eaten by another woman would add an entirely new dimension to the feeling!
They sank together onto the bed, Anna kicking off her shoes as she lay down. On their sides, there was no problem with size. Anna's leg was between Morgan's thighs, sliding back and forth, arousing Morgan's cunt even more than it was already-if that was possible.
Morgan cupped Anna's small, hard tits, purring with delight at the firm feel of them, at the heat of the nipples burning into her palms. Her tongue withdrew from Anna's mouth and she leaned back to catch her breath.
"Your pussy," Anna gasped. "I want to see your pussy. I can smell how aroused it is, but I have to see it!"
She knelt beside Morgan and slid the panties down, sighing at the sight of Morgan's deep gold fur as it came out from under cover.
"Gorgeous," Anna said, reaching in to cup Morgan's cuntal mound. She squeezed forcefully, her fingers sliding provocatively along the soft wet crease. "Your clit is hard already!"
As if Morgan didn't know fucking well that her clit was erect! It pulsated at double the speed of her racing heart and sent hot flashes through her entire body!
"Spread your legs a little," Anna said. "God, you have such long legs! I wish I were tall like you, but I have to make up for it by being twice as cute as any other woman my size. I'm going to lick your pussy, Morgan. I'm going to stick my tongue up your cunt and lick you inside out, and I bet you're going to come all over my face. Something tells me you're going to love fucking a woman."
Morgan's legs parted, and Anna slithered between them on her tummy, licking and nibbling and kissing her way up the inside of one thigh. Morgan was about to scream, yet nothing had even touched her throbbing clit.
Anna stroked Morgan's damp-furred pussy, purring at it like a kitten. "So sweet! I love the smell of a hot cunt, and this one is soooo hot!"
Anna pulled at Morgan's cunt-lips until they opened, and then she nosed her way into Morgan's pussy, rubbing her face against the slick, wet pinkness.
Her tongue came out, as frisky as it had been in Morgan's mouth and on her nipples. She dipped it into Morgan's cunt-hole, spearing quickly, lightly, making Morgan's pussy mouth quiver in aroused response. Her fingers pulled at the pussy-lips, pushing them until the pink clit stood out visibly.
Morgan looked down her belly. "Do it . . . lick my clit!"
But Anna teased her again and again with the promise of that tongue, then she pulled it back at the last second and left Morgan's clit aching in frustration.
"You cunt!" Morgan moaned. "Will you fuckin' eat meeeee!"
Suddenly, Anna's mouth trapped Morgan's swollen clit, pulling it the way she'd pulled and sucked at Morgan's nipples, and the blonde went fucking wild, screaming and kicking and making the bed shake.
To Morgan, it felt as if Anne were gonna eat the sonofabitch right off her pussy, and Morgan was unable to control herself. She'd never come this fast in her sexual life, but this was unlike anything that had ever happened to her in the past. She surrendered to the orgasm and humped her wet cunt against Anna's beautiful face, smearing the hot juices lavishly onto Anna's lips and chin.
"Oh, baby," Anna giggled. "You were certainly ready for that! Let me show you a few more tricks. Mmmm, I may spoil you for men!"
Her tongue swirled up and down Morgan's cunt-crease, whipping the oozy cunt-lips, spreading them, diving between them into the wet red pie of the blonde's pussy. Somehow she got her finger into the crack of Morgan's ass and, before Morgan knew it, that finger was playing erotically with her shithole. Morgan enjoyed being fucked in the ass, but not as a regular thing. Obviously she was ready for it now. Her ass-ring yielded and the finger jabbed into her.
Morgan gasped. "Ohhh . . . my ass! You're fingerfucking my assssss!"
"I sure as hell am," Anna smirked, working her finger in and out.
Morgan jumped each time she felt the plunging push, and her pussy seemed to bounce against Anna's face. Her clit felt as if it were exploding all over again, especially when Anna managed to jab her thumb into her pussy and work it in alternation with the finger she had inserted in her asshole. Her tongue was glued to Morgan's clit, and she sucked wildly at the free-flowing juices. Morgan could do nothing but let herself go.
"My turn now," Anna said at last, when Morgan's tremors had subsided and she lay shivering, smiling through her tears.
Anna held out her hand and Morgan took it. She sat up, and the two women fell into an embrace full of kisses and soft caresses.
Morgan's fingers played possessively with Anna's rigid brown nipples, milking them as she worked her tongue in and out of her new lover's mouth. She kissed her way down to Anna's tits.
"I love the way you love my little tits," Anna said, stroking Morgan's blonde hair, "but darling, I have a wet pussy that is absolutely screaming for you to eat it raw, and I wish you would put your pretty face between my pretty legs and lick the fuck out of my horny little cunt.
"I-I don't know if I know how," Morgan confessed, holding Anna's small firm tits. "I'm really new at this."
"Improvise," Anna suggested. "I think you'll get the knack."
She lay back, her knees up, and Morgan slid between them, seeing her first close-up pussy.
She found the sight enthralling.
Anna's cunt slice was narrow and delicate, like the rest of her, a soft depression in her puffy mound. She kept the hairs neatly trimmed, so that only a thin hedge grew, alongside the lips, veeing outward slightly at the top. Morgan touched it, heard Anna's sigh of appreciation. She stroked the flesh, loving its soft texture, while she licked the insides of her friend's thighs and the shaven area just beside the black short-hairs.
Anna squirmed. "Oh, yes, darling, yesss!"
Morgan knew she was doing just fine, so far. She touched the cunt-lips, pulling them open, looking into the reddish, dripping interior, sliding closer and closer to the funky, sex-scented pussy.
Anna's clit was tiny, but it looked like a perfect little pearl, and Morgan found her mouth watering at the sight of it. She eased the cunt-lips back, baring the little button all the more, and she pressed her mouth against it in a soulful pussy kiss.
Anna sighed dreamily and her body heat seemed to flow onto Morgan's face. Morgan let her tongue caress the clit, and her fingers toyed with the spread cunt-lips, soaking up some of the cunt ooze that flowed stickily from Anna's pussy-hole. She brought a finger to her lips, tasted it. Electricity seemed to spark on her tongue. She needed more!
"I'm going to stick my tongue up you," she told Anna. "Would you like that?"
"Don't talk about it, just doooo it!" Anna purred invitingly. "Put your tongue in my cunt and lick me inside out!"
"Okay!" Morgan chirped, then she suddenly thrust her tongue straight up Anna's cunt-hole, into the tight wet pussy itself. She wiggled it deep inside, and her mouth seemed to fill with cunt-juices. She'd never tasted anything like it before and she had to have it again.
Emboldened, Morgan began to lick the cunt-slice up and down, her tongue roving wildly, friskily, plying the lips, shooting into the cunt-opening, lifting up to tickle the clit all over again. I can do it, she thought smugly, I can make this hot bitch come!
Her finger slipped into Anna's snug elastic pussy. Morgan had had her fingers in herself, but it didn't feel quite the same. But Anna was gasping and bucking, and she knew that it must, still, feel very damned good to her friend. Her lips touched Anna's tiny clit, brushing it, kissing it. It seemed to quiver against her lips, to swell, to blossom like a flower. She laved it with her wet tongue.
"Oh, yesssss ..." Anna hissed, squeezing her tits and pushing her pussy at Morgan. "You learn sooooo fast!"
Morgan slid another finger into Anna's pussy, alongside the first. Anna's pussy was remarkably tight for someone who obviously fucked as much as she did, but it felt like heaven around Morgan's fingers. As soon as both of them were wet and Anna's pussy was responding passionately, Morgan added a third, and then a fourth, bunching them together like a small prick and jabbing them in and out of Anna's twitching twat.
Wetness leaked around Morgan's fingers and they made squishing noises plunging into Anna's sopping cunt. The smell of aroused pussy was exciting. Her tongue flogged the dainty clit, which was almost blood-red now and seemed to get bigger and bigger each time Morgan's tongue slid across its glistening tip.
It's so easy, Morgan thought. I just do to her what I'd love to have someone do to me, and she reacts the same way I would.
Still ramming her fingers, Morgan let her tongue slide down to lap at the driping cunt-gash itself. Anna's cunt-hole was spread wide now, with four of Morgan's fingers fucking it, and her inner lips stuck out. They seemed to need ticking, and Morgan licked them. The taste was fantastic.
Morgan jerked her fingers out of Anna's pussy and thrust her tongue into it, stabbing deeply, until it felt as if her tongue was going to leave her mouth altogether and take up permanent residence in Anna's pussy.
The muscles inside Anna's pussy were convulsing, rippling around her jabbing tongue, and if Anna wasn't coming yet, she would be in a very few minutes. Morgan inserted her fingers again and returned to licking the clit, anxious to lick that juicy button into the hottest orgasm it had ever experienced.
Oh, Jesus, Morgan felt as if she were about to come again! This was so goddamn exciting, something she had never dreamed herself capable of doing. But here she was, nose deep in pussy and loving every second of it.
"Oh, stop, stop!" Anna sobbed. "You're killing me, baby! Come on, get your ass around! Put your leg there, yesss! Let me get over here . . . see? our cunts are shoving together now, your wet pussy touching my wet pussy. Oh, does it feel as good for you as it does for me? I love the way your pussy fur tickles my clit and my gash! Oh, I'm gonna come, baby, come all over your hot little pussy! You naughty darling girl! Oh, yes, yes, yes, I'm gonna-commmmmme!"
And here came that hot wet snatch, bucking and jerking and gushing its oozy juices onto Morgan's pussy, and Morgan couldn't deny it to anyone, least of all herself, that Anna's frictioning thumb on her clit had done the same for her, too.
Morgan gasped. "Oh, me tooooo!"
Morgan's pussy exploded against Anna's. The two women bucked and moaned and jerked, the orgasm fever seeming to flow from one erupting hole into the other and back again, until they could only quiver and moan and their cunts, almost glued together by mutual juices, came apart with a smacking sound.
"I think we're going to be very good friends," Anna whispered, cuddling with Morgan, sharing wet kisses and delicate girlish caresses. "You can fuck my husband any time, as long as you save some of that delicious pussy for me. Fair enough?"
CHAPTER FOUR
The afternoon was very young, and there was no need to get dressed, let alone to think about leaving. Morgan found it sexy to be on the big bed, naked, alongside Anna, sharing girl-talk and occasional hugs and kisses.
They talked about the night to come, and Anna found it almost unbelievable that Morgan's past had been so straight and proper.
"I've shown you the light now, haven't I, darling?" she purred, licking at Morgan's nipples.
It was true.
Morgan could not imagine a future that didn't include at least an occasional round of hot pussy-eating, pussy-bumping sex with other women. Now that she'd tasted cunt, she could never turn her back on it. Of course, she thought of tonight, when she and Anna would be free to share one another's husbands, was exciting as hell, too.
They were kissing and petting, building toward a repetition of their first pussy sex encounter, when there came a tap at the door and Rosita, the maid, entered, almost apologetically.
Morgan felt very strange being naked and obviously sexed-up in front of the domestic, but Anna seemed totally at ease. Anna listened to Rosita's message, then turned to Morgan.
"She says a pretty red-haired lady from the realty office is here with some papers for me to sign."
"Carly," Morgan said. "My husband's secretary."
"Oh. The fourth in yesterday's foursome?" Morgan nodded.
"Well, let's just invite her up," Anna went on, and she rattled something to the maid in Spanish. Rosita nodded solemnly and went out.
Morgan lay back, quite curious. She didn't have any secrets left, as far as Carly was concerned. She'd watched Carly fuck Nick yesterday, and she'd fucked a stranger in front of Carly. She decided that she had nothing to hide, and she lay back, waiting.
Carly came in, all prim and business-like today-which was to say she was fully dressed, in her usual suit. She seemed to be taken aback at first when she saw that both Anna and Morgan were lying naked on the bed, but she had a cool streak in her character and she greeted them politely, as if nothing out of the ordinary were going on.
Her red hair was pinned up, and she was wearing her glasses, but Morgan couldn't help seeing her as she'd been yesterday-naked except for unbuttoned blouse and garters, with Nick's cock spurting cum into her greedy mouth.
There was a certain provocative gleam in Carly's blue eyes, and Morgan now found it somewhat intriguing. They did have a lot in common, having both fucked Nick. Too bad there was no chance of also sharing pussies.
The papers were routine stuff, needing Anna's signature in regard to the property she and her husband were buying through Wyler Realty.
Anna scribbled on them, handed them over. "You don't have to leave in a hurry, do you?"
"I do," Carly replied, but she didn't turn to leave. Her eyes shifted from Anna's nude body to Morgan's equally nude figure. "Looks like you're getting around these days."
Morgan sat up, slipped her arm around Anna's waist, snuggled closer to her new lover. "Not like yesterday, mmm? We had two cocks to get around with, right, Carly? My husband's and Anna's husband's. Seems like we all have something in common now."
"We were just getting ready to play some adult party games," Anna put in, cupping one of Morgan's full, ripe tits, jiggling the pink-nippled point. Her finger stroked the erecting nipple, teasing it harder and harder. "You've fucked my husband. Maybe you'd like to fuck me, too? I'm just as much fun to fuck as Paul, or so my friends all tell me."
"Sorry, I don't go that route." Carly smiled. But she still hadn't turned away. She held her folder of papers to the front of her jacket.
"I'm sure you won't mind if we do, though," Anna replied, tilting Morgan's head back and planting a lingering kiss onto her receptive mouth.
Morgan closed one eye, and with the other she stared at Carly, who had not moved.
The two women looked up at Nick's secretary as they broke off their hot moist kiss.
"You should never say never," Anna suggested. "You might be cheating yourself out of an enriching experience."
"I'm really not interested," Carly insisted.
"If you weren't, you'd have been gone by now," Anna replied, sliding off the bed, tugging Morgan after her.
Naked, the two of them approached Carly, one from each side. The red-headed secretary clutched the sheaf of papers more tightly but she didn't move.
Petite Anna went onto tiptoes to rub her lips against Carly's cheek. "You smell sweet. Morgan and I both smell like a fuck. I don't know which is better. What do you think?"
Slowly Carly's head turned toward Anna's face. She barely had time to close her eyes before Anna's mouth fell upon hers.
Morgan saw the secretary stiffen, then relax. She reached for the folder of papers. Carly released them without a struggle and Morgan put them on a dresser top.
Turning again, Morgan let her hand slide over the front of Carly's well-filled blouse, stroking the soft, plump tits within. She could feel Carly's heartbeat pick up speed. Leaning closer still, she removed the pin from Carly's hair, allowing the long red locks to fall freely, and then she nuzzled her face into the fallen hair, her lips seeking out Carly's earlobe, the nape of the neck.
Her hand grew more insistent as Morgan fondled Carly's tit, and her fingers met those of Anna's, who was already stroking Carly's other breast. Morgan was amazed at how swiftly she seemed to be picking all this up.
There was a smack, and Anna's mouth slid off Carly's. The redhead turned her head and found Morgan's lips waiting.
"Oh!" Carly sighed as Morgan began to kiss her.
There was no doubt that Carly was kissing back. She put her hand on the back of Morgan's head and pulled her face closer. Carly's lips were wet and they parted to let her tongue come out. It fucked into Morgan's mouth like a snake. Carly was learning, too.
They took turns kissing Carly, each undoing a few more of her clothes while the other was occupied orally.
Morgan got the sweet task of unhooking Carly's pink lacy bra and letting the big-nippled, full-bodied tits spill out. She pressed her lips to one nipple, leaving a smear of red around the areola, and she felt the tip throbbing, erecting hard and fast, against her lapping tongue.
The scent of Carly's cologne was heady, but Morgan fancied she could smell the redhead's aroused cunt, too, and her mind reeled drunk enly in anticipation. She knew she was going to get her tongue up this red-headed bitch's cunt, the same cunt her husband Nick had already licked and fucked.
Half-naked, Carly followed her newfound inclinations to the bed.
"I-I don't know why I'm doing this," she insisted as the two women finished undressing her. "I'm no dyke. I don't eat pussy."
"None of us are dykes," Anna replied, "but you will be eating pussy. Or else you'll break both mine and Morgan's heart. Mmmmm, what a delicious body!"
Anna ran her hands over Carly's slim, big-titted frame. She kissed the freckles on Carly's chest, and followed the dots down to the woman's now-throbbingly erect nipples. She purred, sucking at each of them, adding her lipstick to that which Morgan had already deposited.
Morgan was on her knees, taking down Carly's skirt and panties. She rubbed her face against Carly's red-fleeced crotch, feeling the warm wetness that already coated the cunt-lips. Her lips nuzzled at Carly's cunt-lips, her tongue slipped between them, and there she was, eating the same hole she had watched Nick fucking yesterday. Like husband, like wife, she thought wickedly, pulling Carly's cunt-hole open even wider and letting her tongue visit every part of it within reach.
Carly's clit was huge in arousal, and it was aroused now, swollen to the size of a fingertip. Morgan looked at it in delighted awe, then began to lick at it, working her tongue around and around the clit, feeling more and more wetness leak from Carly's dewy snatch. Her fingers massaged the cunt as she fed on the clit, and she could tell from the quivering in Carly's legs that she was doing an A-OK job.
"Oh, what are you bitches doing to me?" Carly giggled. "Mrs. Vandevort--Anna--ooohhh, I guess you're not mad at me for fucking around with your husband yesterday?"
They got her onto the bed.
Morgan felt as if she should just hold back and follow Anna's lead, but she didn't really feel like a novice any longer and she had some ideas of her own that she was itching to put into play.
While Anna went down on Carly's heated cunt, Morgan leaned over Carly's tits. Her own aching tits hung over Carly's face and, just as she fastened her lips to a freckle-ringed nipple, she felt hungry lips seize one of her own pink buds and began to suck it with a newfound desire.
"Oh, yes!" she purred around the nipple in her mouth. "Eat me, darling! Suck my juicy tits!"
She looked down at Anna, who looked up from dining on Carry's cunt, and they exchanged conspiratorial grins.
Were all women this easy to seduce? Morgan wondered. All Anna had to do was crook a finger and tell me I was cute, and the next thing I knew she had her face in my pussy.
Morgan sighed as Carly continued to bite and suck at her tits. The girl was as avid as Morgan had been her first time, relishing the magical new world of discovery that had just opened up to her. Maybe she'd never tasted a tit before either. And she swore she'd never tasted pussy. Definitely time to give her a new thrill!
Morgan fought her swollen nipples free of Carry's hungry mouth.
"Got something else for you to suck on," she cooed, rubbing her hands over her teeth-marked tits.
"Oh!" Carly gasped in surprise as Morgan squatted above her face and shoved her pussy straight down onto Carly's open mouth.
Morgan wiggled, rubbing her juicy cunt all over Carly, and something told her that the redhead didn't mind at all. That something was Carly's tongue, which began to lick and lap at the juicy trench in Morgan's cunt.
Anna was gobbling furiously now, using her lips, tongue and fingers in tandem. Carly's belly was heaving as Anna pursued her swollen clit and the redhead moaned deliciously into Morgan's pussy.
"Ooohhhhoohhh," Carly groaned, but she didn't stop licking.
Morgan, rocking above Carly's face and running eager hands over her lust-filled tits, was doing some groaning of her own.
Carly moaned and there was no mistaking her orgasmic responses. She humped her pussy against Anna's sucking face, smacking Anna again and again with the meal she loved to eat, and then she fell almost limp.
Anna pressed into her cunt with tongue and fingers, and Carly began to moan and shake even more.
The bed rocked massively, and Morgan felt as if she were going to be shaken right off Carly's face, but she held on and tried to force the creaming redhead to finish eating her out.
No fucking way! Carly, the slutty pig, was too busy moaning in her own delight and she seemed to have forgotten all about the cunt in her face.
Grimacing, Morgan slid off the redhead and eased onto her side. She thrust her hand between her legs and started massaging her clit, gasping as the feeling grew better and better. She rubbed up and down her cunt-crack, petting her clit until it almost screamed from abuse, and she felt wonderful warmth spreading throughout her body.
Anna raised her face from Carly's pussy, having licked the redhead to three juicy climaxes in one gobble session. She looked smug and beautiful, and she had every right.
"Now I need some attention," Anna said, but no one seemed to be listening. "What a pair of cunts!"
She sled off the bed and went to her dresser. A moment later she returned.
Morgan's eyes bulged.
"What's the matter?" Anna laughed. "Haven't you cunts ever seen dildoes before?"
She had two of them, plus a harness strap, and she tossed them onto the bed. Carly sat up and took notice, too.
"I never saw one like that before," Carly said, pointing to the larger. It was a revelation to Morgan as well. The thing was about eighteen or twenty inches long, made of fairly soft, flexible plastic, with a big knobby cock-like prong at either end. The other dildo was about nine inches long, more rigid, and shaped dramatically like a stiff prick, even down to the molded veins and the base pad shaped like a set of balls.
"This one is for you," Anna said, handing the smaller dildo to Carly.
The redhead giggled, took the thing in hand. She rubbed her face with it, licked the tip of it.
"Doesn't taste like a prick," she said, "but I think it will do the trick anyway."
Carly touched her cuntal opening with it. The thing began to slide into her wet hole.
"No, slut!" Anna laughed. "Put it in the harness, like so, and strap it on. Oh, my Carly O'Neill, what a big cock you have! God, it makes my pussy cream to see a girl wearing a dildo, especially a big, titsy feminine type like you. What you are going to do, to pay me back for eating your hot little cunt, is to stick that dildo into my cunt and fuck me like a man. Ride me hard, darling. And you have to fuck hard to make me come!"
Carly's eyes glittered as she looked at Morgan. "Oooohh, am I gonna fuck this bitch! I'll fuck her the way your husband fucks me. She'll walk bow-legged for a week when I'm done with her."
"And what about me?" Morgan asked, still rubbing her pussy-lips. "Do I just get to watch while you get dildo-fucked, Anna?"
"Of course not," Anna gasped, opening her legs and pulling a giggly Carly atop her.
Anna reached down, found the dildo's tip and guided it to her cunt-crack. There was a moment's delicious rubbing and positioning, and then the thing began to sled into Anna's wet, hot hole.
Morgan watched in amazement as Anna's pussy opened to receive the prick-substitute, just as if it were a flesh-and-blood, cum-spurting cock.
Anna gasped. "You . . . take the . . . other one . . . stick one end of it in your juicy little gash. Yes, I see you know where that is, Morgan! Now get on top of Carly. Yes, slide the other end into her pussy and fuck her while she fucks me!"
The double-ended dildo felt enormous in Morgan's cunt. It was fatter than any cock she'd ever fucked, including Nick's and Paul's, which were both true champions in the size department. She worked it in her cunt until it was coated with her secretions and moved a little more easily, then she obeyed Anna's instructions to the letter.
While Carly moved atop Anna, reaming her pussy with the smaller dildo, Morgan mounted Carly from behind and guided the other end of the double-header into Carly's pussy.
"Oh, holy fucking shit!" Carly squealed as the thing entered her cunt.
She squirmed, ramming her own dildo far up Anna's excited cunt, and while she was pressed down, fully inserted in Anna, Morgan made the penetration from behind.
"Godalfuckingmighty!" Carly moaned.
It was an indescribable feeling. Morgan watched their reflections in the wall mirrors, amazed at what she saw. Three beautiful women sharing two dildoes in a three-way fuck. She wished she could take pictures for posterity, but the memory alone would keep her fingers busy on her clit for years to come.
The dildo filled her cunt completely, and Morgan knew she was at rock bottom in Carly's hole. Still, two or three inches of dildo protruded between their cunts, with nowhere to go. Whenever she moved, the pressure was almost unbearable, but the more she moved, the more she wanted to fuck and to feel that sweet cunty pressure again and again.
Neither she nor Carly was accustomed to this sort of thing, and Anna groaned in frustration as they struggled to get their sex rhythms going properly.
"Will somebody fuck meeee!" she gasped.
But when it all clicked, when Carly found out how to drive the diido into Anna while getting the most out of Morgan's rear penetration, and when Morgan timed her strokes to give just the right counterpoint to Carly's dildo work inside Anna, the blonde's head began to swim in glee. They were like a well-tuned machine.
Morgan glanced at the mirror again. Oh, God, the look of horniness on her face! She hardly recognized herself! The tousle-haired, wild-eyed blonde whose big tits jiggled uncontrollably as she dildo-fucked her husband's secretary and sent added, increasing pleasure to Anna Vandervort, at the bottom of the fuck-heap.
Morgan tossed her head, loose blonde hair shaking freely, and she laughed at the mirror. The only thing more enjoyable than two women in lust was three women in lust!
Morgan wasn't entirely sure, but she thought Carly orgasmed first. She had her hands full of Carly's big pink-nippled tits, squeezing, and she could feel the trembling, hear the sighs and moans, but she didn't stop fucking. She pounded her dildo up Carly's hole, and forced Carly to keep on banging into Anna's tight receptive pussy.
Carly's head turned, and Morgan got her tongue into the redhead's open mouth, spearing her from both ends so to speak, and she fucked Carly into another orgasm, losing count of how many.
Anna, meanwhile, was going off like a rocket under Carly's dildo attack.
"Fuck me, bitch!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "I'm cummmminnnngggg!"
Morgan fucked harder still, knowing that she was almost there too. The dildo prodded her uterus, hitting rock bottom in her pussy tube, and she thought her pussy would burst, but it didn't burst, it exploded!
"Aaahhhh!" Morgan collapsed atop Carly's back, her ass jerking as her pussy erupted in a non-stop string of rocket launches.
Still joined by their dildoes, the three women moaned into the aftermath of their hot releases, pussies fucked almost raw but so deliriously raw it didn't matter a bit.
"Tell me, Carly dear," Anna said a long while after, "do you have any plans for this evening that you can't change? We'd love to have you here tonight, and I do mean we'd love to have you ..."
CHAPTER FIVE
Morgan suspected that the evening party wasn't altogether what anyone had imagined it would be. She knew the sudden fervor of her own lesbian desires, after spending several delicious hours with Anna and Carly.
Nick wasn't even aware of her dalliance with the hostess until he and Morgan arrived at the Vandevort house and Anna, greeting them at the door, took Morgan into her arms for a kiss that sent the petite brunette's tongue halfway down Morgan's willing throat, hands all over each other's hot body. Nick just stood there watching, his jaw slightly dropped, until Anna came to him for his own kiss of greeting and a passionate crotch-fondling in the doorway.
But Carly topped them all by showing up half an hour late, wearing nothing but garters and stockings under her coat.
"I thought we came here to fuck," she announced, removing her coat. "Why not get down to it, gang?"
Morgan's cunt was burning with desire for another ride on Paul's fat cock, and she ached to see her husband Nick shoving his cock up Anna's pussy.
"Right on," Morgan agreed, standing up and reaching for the zipper of her dress.
Carly was like a junkie turned loose in a drugstore. She was onto everyone, everything. As soon as Nick's cock came into view, she fell to her knees and fed it into her mouth for some lengthy sucking that soon had his prick standing up and out, and by that time Paul was also undressed, so Carly crawled to him on her knees and started to lick his cock as well.
With the men both erect and ready, Carly turned to the women and melted into a threeway hands-and-tongue encounter with them that had their nipples hard and their pussies wet.
But the rotten bitch didn't just stop there! She was two steps ahead of Morgan in getting to Paul's hard cock, and she wrestled him to the floor, straddling him, taking his prick up her pussy in one gulping cunt swallow, rocking down to suck his whole cock length up her wet cunt.
"Oh, Christ, this is what I call fucking!" Carly gasped, her tits shaking as she rode furiously on Paul's stiff prick. Under her, Paul could only hang on and try to keep up with the sexually dynamic redheaded secretary.
Morgan frowned. She'd been counting on the first crack at Paul's prick for herself. After all, Carly was only a last-minute guest. Carly had been just an afterthought. But God, could that girl fuck! Her pussy slicked up and down the stiff cock, and she milked it hungrily with her cuntal muscles, taking Paul's cock again and again, moaning lustfully each time his cock struck the bottom of her cunt.
"Come help me," Anna invited from the sofa, where she and Nick were engaged in some get-acquainted making out.
Nick had only met Paul's wife a time or two, at the office. This was the first time they'd been together sexually, and Nick was discovering with delight all the sweetness of Anna's petite body.
Morgan found her mouth watering for another taste of them-as long as she couldn't get her turn on Paul's cock right now-and she joined them on the sofa, offering her big-nippled tits to Anna while Anna's tit-buds were being licked and suckled by Nick.
Anna wasn't really Nick's type. He liked them big and built, but there was nothing wrong with the tiny, slender brunette, and he was quickly learning that. He caressed her tits with his hands and mouth, leaving his saliva all over her brown nipples. He licked his fingertips, then began to rub Anna's clit, too, until she began to move in response.
"I want to suck your cock," Anna said invitingly, easing her tits out of Nick's mouth and moving down toward the erect prick that stuck up from his crotch.
Morgan watched as her new, loving friend caressed Nick's prick appreciatively, testing its size, its stiffness, its resilient springiness with her hand. Anna rubbed the end of Nick's cock against each of her saliva-drenched nipples, then squeezed her small tits together around his cock.
"I'm not big enough for you to fuck between the tits," she said, "but I can do almost anything else you've ever heard of. And maybe a few things you haven't. Does that sound inviting, Nick?"
"Sure fuckin' does," he growled. "But you said something about sucking my cock. I wonder if you have any new ideas about that?"
"No," she smiled, "I just suck it the same old way as everyone else. But I'm a lot better than most. You'll see what I mean."
She leaned 'way down and started licking his balls.
Ahhh!" he said hoarsely as she took one of them into her mouth for some randy sucking.
Morgan watched in delight, but she kept glancing over at Carly, who was astride Paul on the floor, riding him like a horse.
When she looked back, Anna was sucking up to the swollen tip of Nick's cock. The dark-haired woman licked and kissed and nibbled the rigid flesh, while Nick laid back in raptures, his eyes closed, a look of absolute contentment beaming from his handsome face.
He certainly seemed to be having a good time. Morgan wished she were! Anna tongued around the end of Nick's cock, tasting his flesh and the bubbly drop of pre-cum that was just now oozing from his piss-opening, and then she took his cock into her mouth for a deep, lustful sucking.
She was good, Morgan had to admit. The mouth that was so heavenly attacking a pussy seemed just as much at home on a stiff prick. Maybe more so. Anna was smiling as she sucked; easy to see she enjoyed her work.
Morgan watched hungrily, knowing exactly how that sweet hard cock tasted as it yielded itself up to a passionate tongue. She cupped her large tits, tickling the nipples, as she watched Anna devour Nick's cock.
Anna was a deep-throat artist. She could suck Nick's long cock all the way to the nuts, and for a moment it looked as if she were going to take them into her mouth as well. His cock glistened with drool as she pulled her head back for a fresh onslaught. She swallowed his cock a dozen times or more, making each one last, and then she released his prick and went back to licking his hot hard flesh, licking it everywhere.
Morgan leaned in closer. She could smell the meaty arousal of her husband's cock. She knew it well. What the fuck kind of a swap party was it, she wondered, when she wound up with her own husband's cock in her mouth? But she had to do something. She was like a wallflower at this orgy, the fifth wheel on the wagon. She pulled Nick's cock toward her face and began to lick around the edges of his swollen cock-knob.
"Oh, hi, Morgan," Nick said as he recognized the action of her smooth slick tongue. "Love you, babe!"
Anna's mouth came back up his prick, and her tongue met Morgan's. Holding Nick's cock, Morgan turned her face and merged her lips with Anna's, a sweet hot kiss that reminded her how much fun they'd shared this afternoon. But, hot as they'd been for each other today, they were both hot for cock now, and they both knew it.
Sighing, Morgan pushed Nick's cock toward Anna, watched it disappear into the dark-haired woman's ovaled mouth. She licked her lips in envy.
"Ooohhhh, fuck me hard!" Carly was grunting. "Shoot your cum up my cunt! Aaahhh . . . gonna come, Paul, gonna come all over your big hard cock!"
"Yeah, Carly, yeah! Take it, bitch! Fucking you now, fucking you hard, here it comes!"
Morgan couldn't help turning to watch as both Paul and Carly rocketed into orgasm, their bodies straining and pumping as they shot off together. Paul's cock thrust again and again into her cunt, gushing with each stab, and Carly didn't stop quivering and moaning until his prick went soft and squiggled out of her dripping cunt.
Carly rolled off him, onto her back, her tits heaving. "Oh, shit, that was some fuck!"
Now or never, goddamn it! Morgan thought, and she got up instantly, hurrying over to where Paul lay, panting, on the floor beside Carly.
"I hope you've got more than one barrel to your gun," she said, mounting him for a six-nine.
Her pussy settled onto his face, the wet hairs resting atop his mouth, and she grabbed hold of his soft, cum-sticky cock, and fed it into her hungry mouth.
His cock was redolent of his spilled jism and the flavors of Carly's fresh-fucked cunt. Morgan had tasted both before. She sucked them off his cock and concentrated on making his prick harden up. He'd just shot a sizable load into Carly, and his cock felt hopelessly drained, but the longer Morgan sucked, the more confident she was that she could make him hard all over again. Goddamn it, she needed to be fucked!
"You suck like a dream," Paul sighed, "but I don't think I'm gonna get hard this soon. I need a little time to rest up . . . will you fucking look at this? I'm feeling some life down there. C'mon, Morgan, suck harder! Jesus, I think you're gonna get me stiff!"
Morgan had never had the slightest doubt, of course. Not when she wanted it as much as she did right now. She nibbled his cock, reminding him that she had teeth and wasn't afraid to use them. She took a leaf from Anna's book and slid her face way down so she could suckle his nuts. If only she could have gotten the whole sac into her mouth at once, she'd have given him something to write about in his diary, but as it was, she was pretty satisfied with the way she sucked his balls, and so, it appeared, was his prick, for it began to lengthen while she had his balls in her mouth.
When she brought her lips back to the shaft of his prick, Paul was at least three-quarters erect. Morgan moved her mouth up his rising shaft, toward the knobby head, and she took him inside, deeper than she was used to taking a cock, but not nearly as deep as she could wish to let him thrust. Her mouth was filling with his big prick. She had her cheeks sucked in tightly, but she had to let them expand as Paul's cock grew to full erection and power.
Carly was sitting up now, watching with excitement obvious on her freckled face. Her legs were wide open and she was busy playing with her red-fringed pussy, one finger sliding in and out of her wet cunt-hole. Play with it, Carly, Morgan thought. This cock is all mine for the next round.
Morgan raised her head from his swollen prick. "I made it stiff, so I get to call the next play. First I want you to eat my pussy, and then I want you to get on top of me and fuck the living shit out of my pussy. Think you can handle that, stud?"
"Get those fucking legs spread." Paul grinned, stroking his cock. "You may not be able to take all I can give you."
"Seems to me I already have," Morgan countered, lying down with her knees up and apart.
"Yeah," Paul agreed, "but I was inhibited then because your husband was watching. I was only giving you twenty-five percent. Nick's too busy to pay attention now, so I think I'll give you the whole thing."
"I hope you fuck as good as you talk." Morgan laughed. "Get down here and eat my goddamn pussy!"
He pulled a cushion from a chair and propped it under Morgan's hips, lifting her pussy up toward him. Then he lay down on his side and worked into her open crotch, slurping his way to her cunt. Morgan's cunt was juicy already, and when his tongue glided across her cunt-slice, she moaned in glee.
"Yes, eat me!" she purred. "Oooohhh, lick my fucking cunt! Fuck me with your tongue! Jesus, I love it when you tickle my clit!"
"I taught him everything he knows," Anna chirped from the sofa, where she was still lazily sucking Nick's hard cock. "Mmmm, Nick, I think it's time for us to do a little fucking, don't you? Your wife says you're one hot, horny fuck, so why don't you give me some evidence?"
Watching over her shoulder, Morgan saw Anna straddle Nick's seated frame. The woman leaned in to Nick, offering her tits for his oral attention, while she rubbed her pussy against the tip of his prick. No question she was wet, and no doubt he was hard. Nick's cock eased into Anna's cunt, and she began to rock up and down on him with practiced agility.
"Oh, that feels so good," she sighed. "Fuck me a long time with this sweet fat cock, Nicholas!"
Paul was nose deep in Morgan's cunt by now, squishing his way into her juicy moistness.
"Your pussy tastes like manna from heaven," he complimented, swirling his tongue around in her cunt-hole.
He came up to lap at her clit, and she thrilled to the arousal. Her legs snuggled around his head and she stroked his head as he ate at her cunt. Her pussy was more than wet enough to fuck his fat cock by now, but she loved the way he feasted on her pussy, and she decided she wanted to come in his face at least once before she let him put his cock inside her cunt-hole.
"Make me come!" she urged him. "suck me out and make me scream! Then get on my body and just fuck me to death! I want to die with your hard cock in my cunt!"
"Mmmm, if you want to die," Carly giggled, "how about me strangling you with this hot box, Morgan?"
Carly opened the lips of her pussy, not a foot away from Morgan's face. She spread the pussy-lips back, exposing the slick, wet flesh inside, and she slid a finger into the hole, probing deeply, gasping as she felt greater and greater enjoyment.
Morgan had to admit the redhead's pussy was extremely attractive at this very moment. She already knew how good it tasted, and she had even fucked Carly with a double dildo this afternoon and shot both of them into ecstasy. What the hell? She was getting a fantastic pussy-eating from Paul.
"Bring it here," she said. "My tongue's not long enough to lick you over there, bitch!"
"Ooohh, you wanna talk nasty, do you, cunt?" Carly grinned. "Well, if you want nasty, how about you stick your tongue up my cum-filled pussy and see if any of Paul's jism is still in there, mmmm?"
Carly straddled Morgan's face, pushing her pussy down almost vengefully.
The wet, hairy cunt squished onto Morgan's face. It was dripping wet, thanks to Carly's recent finger-jabbing and to the hot fuck she and Paul had finished only a little earlier. Carly spread her cunt-lips wide and rubbed the juicy hole all over Morgan, whose tongue seemed to gravitate toward the redhead's huge cut and the spacious fuck-hole just beneath it.
Morgan wondered if the hot fucking she'd given Carly today, with the enormous double dildo, had permanently spread the sexy redhead's pussy-hole, but of course Carly was fresh from a ride on Paul's fat cock and that might have had something to do with it. Still, her cunt-hole looked and felt bigger than usual, and Morgan could almost fantasize sticking her nose and chin into the gap and giving Carly a bona fide face-fucking.
Oh, Christ, the interior of Carly's cunt was as sticky and as viscous as a honey jar! Her pussy was loaded with the cum Paul had shot up her. Morgan had tasted Paul's cum briefly, both yesterday and this evening, and she recognized the taste immediately. The stuff had stewed inside Carly's hot cunt, with Carly's own juices, and the taste of the mingled body fluids was almost magical. Morgan thrust her tongue again and again into Carly's cunt-hole, scooping out the fluids, feeding them into her hungry mouth.
Down below, Paul was sucking her clit, working his fingers inside Morgan's tight clutching pussy, and she was beginning to squirm. She redoubled her efforts on Carly's pussy, paying more attention to the redhead's hugely swollen cut, feeling it squiggle and retract each time she got her lips directly onto the sensitive button.
"Oh, Christ, you bitch!" Carly moaned. "You're gonna fuckin' bite it off, are you? Oh, do it, baby, love my clit! Eat the little fucker! I'm gonna come in your face, piss in your face, shit all over your face! Suck me! Suck the fuck out of my cunt!"
"Mmmmmm," Morgan hummed, while she pursed her lips around the extended tip of Carly's clit.
It was like sucking a tiny prick, she decided, and she wondered how this thing would feel rubbing against her own clit.
Paul had her teetering on the edge of a come, and Morgan could not think of one reason to hold herself back from it. She craved a come, and she just let herself go.
"Ahhhhh!" she groaned into Carly's pussy and her juices flowed around Paul's face and fingers.
The vibration of her cry seemed to set Carly off, too. The redhead squealed, and Morgan get a mouthful of sweet tangy cunt-fluids. The contractions of Carly's pussy mouth against her wet lips were a delicious suctioning, and Morgan kept gasping and moaning as Paul continued to work her clit for all he was worth.
Morgan had hit orgasm number two and was still climbing when his lips deserted her clit and his fingers jerked out of her pussy. Then his cock came bulldozing into her pussy, fat as a log. He fucked deep and hard, almost knocking her across the floor.
Morgan gasped. "Aaaaagggghhhh! Fuck ccccccc.
Carly moved off Morgan's face, humming and purring and rubbing the licked-out gash of her cunt.
Morgan, enraptured, looked up at Paul where he loomed above her. Jesus, he was gorgeous! "You beautiful sonofabitch, you better fuck me hard," she told him, her body dripping with sweat and glowing from arousal. "Use that cock like a chainsaw in my pussy! I can take anything you can give, and more! Oh, fuck, make me come again!"
"Fuck her, Paul!! Carly urged, kissing the man's face as he worked his prick in and out of Morgan's pussy.
The cushion under Morgan's ass lifted her cunt and seemed to deepen the penetration of his cock into her as well. She sobbed in joy as he fucked her cunt-hole to the bottom, again and again. His prick felt absolutely enormous inside her, bigger even than yesterday, when she'd taken him for the first time, and her cunt-lips were almost excruciatingly stretched around his bulky prick. She loved it. She fucking loved it!
Carly kissed Paul, licked his lips, tasted Morgan's pussy juices on them and licked him for more. She stroked his chest, tickling his nipples, sliding down his tummy to caress the wet cock moving in and out of Morgan's pussy. She put her fingers on Morgan's cunt, opening the lips almost to the breaking point, teasing Morgan's horny little pink clit too, making this fuck an even greater pleasure for the pussy-stuffed blonde.
"Fuck her," Carly whispered. "Oooohhhh, look at the way her cunt-lips spread when your cock goes in, the way they seem to follow you when you pull out. They're so wet and rubbery-looking. I've never touched anyone else's pussy while it was being fucked. Let me stroke her cunt-lips and keep her hot for you. Mmmmm, you made her come with your mouth. Are you gonna make her come with that big fat cock?"
"Is he ever!" Morgan gasped, holding her big tits and fucking at Paul for all she was worth. "Touch me again, Carly. Put your fingers right on my cut! Oh, God, it feels so raw! Don't stop, you whore! Rub me again. Yesssss!"
"She's gonna come!" Carly exclaimed gleefully. "She's gonna come all over that huge prick of yours, Paul! Fuck her now! Yes! Ram that fucker up her cunt! Listen to her moaning! She's a hot bitch for sure! Hold still, clit! You're so slippery I can't keep my finger on you. Come on, Morgan, blow your cookies ... do it, clit! Fuck her, Paul! Yes, fuck her!"
Then Carly gasped and doubled up, both hands in her crotch! She'd talked herself into a quivery come and she just hunched over on the floor beside Paul and Morgan, moaning as she rode into her own release.
Morgan gasped. Christ, the way Paul was able to keep fucking her was nothing short of incredible! But he'd blown his nuts early, and like all men, he was sure to last longer on the second round.
Paul's prick just seemed to get harder and longer, the more he drove it into her. She could swear he was only balling her with half his dick; there was no room in her pussy for the rest of his hard-on! But she could feel his belly bumping hers on the downstrokes, feel his nuts jiggling against her ass. Yes, ooohhh, Christ, he was in her, all the" way to the nuts, and she was about to lose her fucking mind!
"Now," he gasped, "come now, Morgan! Come all over my prick!"
She exploded almost as he spoke, and her come seemed to go on forever. He kept fucking into her churning cunt, and she writhed and twisted and moaned and sighed and even squealed and screamed. It felt so incredible!
She knew better than to hope Nick was watching her. She could hear him and Anna making the couch rock, and she knew he was pretty well occupied with the pussy that his hard cock filled, but there was no way he could miss hearing the sounds of passion that she made as she climaxed.
"Oh, yes," Paul gasped, jerking his cock out of Morgan's cunt-hole and pressing the tip against her belly, just above her navel.
She looked down in time to see his cock begin to gush. Oh, fuck, what a load! It seemed to spew from him like a river, pouring onto her skin. He was squirting hard and fast. Splashes of the stuff bedecked her tits, and one or two spurts even hit her in the chin. She moaned in delight. She had never realized what a thrill it was to watch a guy shoot off-especially a guy who had just fucked the stuffing out of her pussy and given her a screwing that would make her masturbation fantasies sparkle for the rest of her fucking life!
"I could cry, it's so beautiful," Carly whispered, watching from the side as Paul's cock dribbled its last few bubbles of cum onto Morgan. "Oh, let me eat it! God, I love the taste of cum!"
Carly began to lap greedily, sipping the spilled semen off Morgan's body, slurping it into her mouth. Sticky white prick cream coated her lips and chin. She tried to lick it away, but she missed some, and when she turned to kiss Morgan, it was a juicy, cummy kiss that the two women shared, and one that sent even more excitement speeding like a runaway train through Morgan's body.
"Whew," Paul said, shaking his limp prick. "I think I've had it. Somebody get me some vitamin E-and fast!"
"Better make it a double dose," Anna called merrily from the sofa. Cum ran down the in-sides of her legs, and Nick's limp cock hung from his crotch, having done its duty by Anna's hot pussy. "I think Nicholas is fucked out, too. My God, what are we women to do? I'm just starting to get turned on!"
"Get out the dildoes," Morgan suggested. "If watching us fuck each other doesn't give these two limp cocks some new life, I think we'll just have to bury them in the backyard."
"Did somebody mention dildoes?" Carly asked, eyes gleaming. "This time I get to be on bottom, though!"
"And I want mine up the ass," Morgan declared. "I've always wanted to be fucked in the ass, and I think it's time to give it a try. Would anyone care to fuck my virgin rectum?"
CHAPTER SIX
"Harder, goddamn it!" Morgan whined, rocking herself under Nick. "Oh, I want it, darling! I want you to ram that prick into my asshole and fuck me crazy!"
"I think you're already a little bit crazy," Nick said. "Jesus, Morgan, this cock is flesh and bone! It's been to hell and back tonight. Anna almost broke it off. That woman is one wild fuck. But you already knew that when we went over tonight, didn't you? How come you didn't tell me you went over there today and fucked her? And when did you start eating pussy, anyway? You always told me you'd never done it."
"Never till today," Morgan agreed, sliding her rectum up and down along the half-inserted, only half-hard shaft of Nick's cock. "I just thought it would be a cute surprise for you. And it did turn you on, didn't it? How did you like it when I strapped on the dildo and fucked Carly's pussy while Anna put that thing up my asshole? I'd never done that before, either. Oh, God, so many things I've never done, some of them not even in our fantasy games, but I don't want to stop now until I've tried everything!"
"Don't get carried away," he warned. "You could get in way over your head."
She looked over her shoulder at him. "But it was your idea. You more or less made me fuck Paul Vandevort in front of you. And it was your idea for us to party with him and his wife. I'm only doing what pleases you."
"Bullshit, Morgan," he said, pulling his cock out of her.
There was no way his cock would stay hard enough to give her the ass-fucking she'd been begging for ever since they got home. He wiped his prick and rolled over onto his back next to Morgan.
"Bullshit," he repeated. "You love it. When Paul and I double-teamed you, him in your pussy and me in your mouth, you were glowing like a neon sign."
"So what?" Morgan replied, turning over.
She put her hand in his lap and began to play with his cock. How many loads had he shot off this evening? He'd fucked Anna, twice, and Carry at least once, and he'd come big in each of them. Both women had had their mouths all over him.
Morgan remembered Carly gasping as she ate some of his sperm, but she'd been dildoing Anna at the time, while Paul fed on her pussy, and she hadn't been paying full attention to Nick. And he'd gushed in her mouth, too, when she took on Paul and Nick at the same time, while Anna and Carly did a 69 beside them. Maybe his poor prick did need a rest.
But her pussy was on fire, and if she couldn't get it fucked by a real live cock, she'd borrowed something from Anna that would at least tide her over till morning.
"Excuse me a moment, darling," she said, hurrying across the room to where she'd left her purse. "Aha!"
"Oh, Christ, Morgan, more dildoes?"
"Vibrators, darling. Not quite the same as dildoes. I'll let you watch while I show you, all right?"
There were two of them, slender rods of plastic, one colored black, the other baby-pink. Gifts from Anna, the sweet darling.
Morgan lay down on the bed beside her husband, who leaned on his arm to watch as she took the pink vibrator in hand and flipped on the switch. It began to hum softly. She stroked it across her tits, sighing at the buzzing touch. Her nipples quivered and stiffened a little more.
"Mmmmmm, yes," she moaned, making the tip draw circles on her skin, around her erecting nipple. "Oooohhhh ..."
She took the other vibrator, turned it on, and did both tits at once. Oh, shit! It was almost more than she could stand! Her nipples stood up almost painfully erect, and, when she squeezed her thighs together, the juices oozed from her cunt like liquid from a sliced grapefruit.
She stroked one vibrator's tip down her tummy, into the golden blonde tangle of her cunt fur, while she continued to use the other one on her tits. Now she knew why Anna had insisted she take both of them home!
She buzzed her clit and almost came on the spot. Her eyes closed and her head jerked back and she gasped in a sudden, passion-charged cry. Touching her clit directly with the thing was really more than she could stand. It was like fucking a live wire.
Morgan slid the tip lower, to her itchy, wet pussy-lips. She slid the vibrator along her pussy-crack, stroking the lips, allowing the point to ease carefully into her wet cunt-hole. Her pussy seemed to melt around the steady buzzing plastic, as if she were turning into jello.
"Wow!" Nick exclaimed.
Morgan opened her eyes. He was stroking his prick as he watched her, and there was no question that life was beginning to flow back into his cock. The limp prick was now a good six inches in length, and each time his fist moved back and forth, it seemed to lengthen a bit more. His cock-knob was filling out and the piss-hole at its tip looked like a pink eye, staring at Morgan. She blew it a kiss and his cock got even bigger.
"You look so slutty," he said in admiration. "I think I want to fuck you again. So does my cock."
"Really?" Morgan asked, letting the vibrator move downward, to buzz her ass. "Oooohhh!"
She squealed as the tip touched her shitter and gave her a zingy thrill. She'd never been ass-fucked before today, but already she'd had her tight ass probed by Anna's fingers, a dildo, and Carly's kinky tongue. Nick's cock, too, but he'd been so fucked-out and weary he couldn't keep stiff, even with the constricting tightness of Morgan's ass surrounding his cock. Her asshole was pretty well opened up now, and the dildo seemed to have no trouble spreading her ass muscle and easing into the lower end of her hole.
"Oh, fucking shittt!" she moaned, working it against her asshole.
She brought the other vibrator down now, onto her pussy, and she did both holes at once, teasing them provocatively with the battery-charged sex substitutes. A little more dildo slipped into her asshole, while the other one played sexily with her pussy-lips, making shallow penetrations, then sliding up to tickle her clit.
What would it feel like, she wondered, with two cocks entering her, anally and cuntally, at the same time? She tried to imagine Nick's big cock filling her ass while another plugged her pussy. Her body, sandwiched between two hard, handsome men, rocking back and forth as they double-fucked her, those big cocks fucking her to ecstasy.
"I want to fuck you," Nick gasped, his hands and lips attacking her tits.
She could feel his hard cock banging against her thigh as he licked her nipples.
She opened her eyes and looked into his, wicked delight gleaming from every pore of her skin.
"Okay, stud," she giggled, "but I told you before, I want your cock up my asshole. You fuck me there, and I'll keep the vibrator in my pussy, okay?"
"You're getting kinky, Morgan," he said. "Really kinky. You know that?"
She just laughed. His cock didn't seem to mind if she was kinky. If stiffness meant anything, his cock seemed to enjoy the idea, in fact!
She put pillows under her belly, to lift her ass high. He got behind her, running his hands over her asscheeks, testing her tight asshole with his fingers. Ass-fucking had never been on his own list of fantasy delights, for some reason. He loved to fuck her mouth and her pussy, but he'd always shied away from shithole-buggering in the past, and she'd never given the idea much thought either, as it seemed so weird and dirty. But tonight, at the party, talking dildoes with the other girls, she'd felt a sudden, irresistible craving to take several inches up her asshole, and now it was almost like an obsession with Morgan.
She'd learned she could come like a river in flood with something reaming out her tiny tight ass, and she wanted to explore that newfound aspect of her sexuality. He was going to love it, too. How could he not, when his ass-fucking cock was sending his beloved wife to such screaming heights of passion?
"Lemme get this first," she said, sliding the vibrator into her pussy.
She had turned off the power; she knew she couldn't begin to get the thing into her cunt if it was buzzing at the time. It moved up her slick wet cunt, six inches inserted into her. Just an inch or two stuck out, but the power switch was on the bottom side, and she could reach it with no trouble. It didn't feel like a cock, not the way Anna's cute dildoes had felt almost real, but it filled her hot pussy and she lay squirming, soaking up the feel of the thing. She nibbled her lower hp in hungry expectation as Nick fondled her asscheeks, spread them wide to bare her tiny asshole, his fingertip playing with the tight aperture as he got her ready for the real thing.
"Oh, your finger is lovely," she said, as it moved inside her ass.
Then came the thrilling moment as her ass-ring gave way and Nick's finger plunged inside! She wanted to scream. And it would be so much better, so fucking much better, when it was his cock, and not just his finger! She ached to feel his big cock-knob sliding up her shit-chute, and she hungered for the explosion of his cum inside her asshole. Dildoes couldn't shoot cum. That was what she'd missed playing with the girls.
This was really her virgin ass-fuck. It didn't count unless there was cum involved.
"You're so tight and greasy," he said. "Your asshole is sucking my finger. You really want this, don't you, baby? I didn't think I'd ever want to fuck anybody's ass, but Jesus, Morgan! I think I've gotta stick my cock in this sweet hot hole of yours!"
"Don't tell me, show me!" she moaned. "I know your cock is big and hard. I can feel it banging against my hip. Take that big fat fucker and shove it into my asshole, baby! Fuck me where I shit!"
His finger popped out. She moaned at the loss, but barely a second later she felt the pressure of his big hard cock, ready to take his finger's place. He pulled on her asscheeks, spreading them as far as they'd go. She could feel her asshole gaping. He'd opened it splendidly with his finger, and she was soooo turned on!
"Put it in," she urged, "put it in and fuck meeeeeee!"
"Here I come! I'm rubbing you with my cock. Mmmm, can you feel it, baby? Open up, asshole, big daddy's gonna fuck you now . . . here it goes, baby, sliding in! Can you feel it, can you really feel it?"
And there he was, in her, really in her, and fully erect. She screamed as his big prick pushed up her tight asshole, but she didn't want him to stop, not now, not ever, not fucking ever! Inch by inch his big cock moved into Morgan, and she could feel every bit of his prick as it penetrated her tight asshole.
She was getting ass fucked, really ass fucked, for the first time. Oh, Christ, it was nothing like a dildo! This cock was flesh and blood, not plastic, and she could feel its excited pulsation as it sawed majestically into her flesh for the very first time. The big head was an enormous lump coming up her shithole. She felt as if it had already penetrated her completely. There was something midway down her throat that she couldn't gulp down or cough up, and she made gagging sounds, as if she were choking on it.
Nick finished the insertion, pushing until his belly ground against her quivering ass and he was fully imbedded within Morgan's ass. She felt as if she had suddenly gone blind. Red veils swirled before her eyes and she couldn't see shit.
"Oh, yes!" she moaned through her tears of joy. "Now, do it now, darling! Fuck my ass! Ram that cock in and out of me! I'll take it like a man! Just fuck my hot horny asshole!"
"You've gotten so weird, Morgan," Nick gasped. "But I must be getting weird too, because I have to fuck your asshole, baby! I have to ram you till I spill a gallon of cum into your guts! I hope you can take it, honey, because you are sure as hell about to get your shithole fucked!"
He began to move his cock inside her. At first it was agony. She had taken him in, but the motion of his prick was something else. But her ass grew adjusted to the big cock-knob, the fat shaft, and the more he fucked, the looser she seemed to become. Morgan's asshole seemed to become more and more sensitized, so that the slightest quiver of his prick sent spurts of joy spreading through her body.
So much was opening up for them. They'd watched each other fuck other partners, he'd looked on, his cock hardening with lust, as she made love to two women at once. He'd seen her drinking cum from another man's prick; she'd watched him gush his seed into another woman's mouth. She'd even kissed his jism off Carly's lips, hot pink tongues playing back and forth from mouth to mouth while the men watched in awe.
And tonight they had gone to the Vandevorts' with the knowledge that they would be fucking other partners in front of one another. And Morgan knew, as Nick's erotically supercharged cock barreled in and out of her asshole, that it was only the beginning. She had begun a long journey and she had no idea where it would end, but she was going to enjoy the trip tremendously.
"Oh, your cock!" she moaned. "I love your ass fucking cock! We've got to do this more often!"
"It feels weird," he said, "but I think I could learn to like it."
As he plunged in and out of her, she reached down, wiggling the vibrator that was inserted up her pussy.
"Oh, shit, baby, I can feel it!" Nick groaned. "It's like you're tickling my cock with that thing!"
"Let's see how this feels," she smirked, flipping the switch to on.
The thing began to buzz deep inside Morgan's pussy and she screamed, and so did Nick.
"Oh holy shit, baby!" he yelped. "It's fuckin' buzzing me tooooo!"
His prick began to move faster, more excitedly, each stroke slamming deep into Morgan's guts, and her screams were shrill, as the pleasure became almost too much to bear.
She grabbed the exposed inch or two of vibrator and worked it frantically inside her pussy, sliding it a little but mostly just stirring the thing around and around in her simmering cunt. As she moved the thing around, it increased the stimulation to her clit, which didn't need all that much help at this stage of the fuck. She was on tenterhooks already, and she could feel her self-control slipping away more and more with each passing second.
Only a thin wall of tissue separated Nick's ass-fucking cock from the buzzing cunt-inserted vibrator. She could feel the effect it was having oh him, as he began to fuck her ass more and more madly, and it seemed that the more she wriggled the vibrator in her cunt, the more frantic became her husband's ass-fucking.
His cock was reaming out her tight asshole, and if she'd been as snug as when they started, it would have killed Morgan, but her asshole was used to the size of his cock now, his fully erect, fully aroused cock bulk, and her ass was oozily lubricated with shit and body greases, giving him a reasonably smooth fuck-runway.
She was working the vibrator in and out of her pussy, in short, desperate penetrations, buzzing the mouth of her womb and doubling the effect of his corn-hole fucking. She hoped to shit he was about to blast, because she was rapidly coming to the point of no control and she wanted them to go off together, for his semen to blast up her asshole just as her clit went into overdrive.
"Now, darling," she gasped, "fuck me now, spill your cum inside me, I'm gonna . . . cummmmmmmmmm!''
And she did, lurching under him, bucking like a horse, her body gone wild with hot release. He fucked her to orgasm, but his cock was almost there too. She could feel it in the savage intensity with which he stabbed her, hear it in the way he moaned and sighed as he forced himself up her tight asshole once, twice, three times more, and then ...
"Cummmmmmm!" he screamed, burying his cock in Morgan's asshole and pushing hard against her asscheeks as he emptied his semen deep inside his moaning, wailing wife.
She worked her vibrator again, and her clit went crazy, exploding again. His cock thrust into the cum-filled depth of her ass, squishing, the hot sticky juice leaking from her asshole as he stabbed into the overflowing tightness, and she was under him, moaning, as she came and came and came again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nick didn't normally work on Saturdays, but today he was showing some properties to an interested customer and the commission on the sale would be a juicy fat one.
Almost as fat and juicy as his cock, Morgan reflected, sitting on the deck and watching the gulls down by the water's edge. She missed him, but she'd sucked a hot load out of his cock before he left for business, and that would probably tide her over until he got home. But she knew she was going to rape him in the front hallway, for her pussy was hungry and the tickling of her fingers and borrowed vibrator couldn't begin to appease that hungry itch.
She had her legs up on the rail and she lay back in her lounge chair, working busily under her skirt, buzzing herself with the tip of the pink vibrator. She had almost worn out the batteries in one night, fucking herself in the pussy while Nick bulldozed her asshole.
"There we go," she told her pussy, slipping the end of the vibrator inside. "Stay alive long enough to get me off. If you don't, I'll catch one of those gulls, stick you up its ass, and let it fly away with you."
Mmmmm, the exciting pressure around her clit! Her clit was almost raw, what with the workout it had gotten the last couple of days. She had never fucked so much, so excitingly, not even on her honeymoon. But if her pussy ached, it was. the kind of aching she could live with.
Her cunt-hole was wet. She puddled her fingers in the leaking juices, stroking the soft pink lips of her pussy, allowing two fingers to work inside her cunt. They were more flexible than the vibrator, and she liked them much better, but the vibrator had its moments too.
She removed the fingers, replaced them with the softly buzzing toy. She moaned as it went deep and true, then put her fingers back to work, bending them to scratch the itches in remote corners of her dripping cunt.
Eyes closed, she relived every moment of the past couple of days, particularly the party last night with Paul, Anna and Carly. She hoped they could get together again, very soon. Anna had said they had other friends who enjoyed a good fuck, and she was dying to meet some of them, to know the pleasure of more strangers' lips and tits and hot hard cocks.
A ringing in her ears. Mmmm, she was getting turned-on, indeed! Oh, fuck! It was the front doorbell!
Her pussy juices were running down the insides of her legs and she was about to ooze into her third or fourth masturbation-induced climax of the afternoon! Maybe if she ignored the mother-fucker it would stop.
Goddamn it to shit! The bell kept ringing.
Exhaling in disgust, she turned off the vibrator-had to save whatever juice was left in the batteries, Nick might not be home till six or after-and stood up, pulling down her skirt. She went clicking off in high heels to see who in the goddamned fuck was inconsiderate enough to bother her at a moment like this.
When she opened the door, her frown changed to a delighted smile.
"Hello, darling," Anna said. "We were in the neighborhood and thought we'd stop by to say hi. We had such a good time last night, and we can hardly wait to do it again."
Paul stood beside her, smiling warmly. His blue eyes sparkled as he considered Morgan in her T-shirt and short skirt. She had no underwear on, and her nipples made obvious dents in the clingy fabric of the shirt, while her long legs gleamed below the hem of the skirt. He looked as if he might be interested in eating her pussy on the spot. She wouldn't mind that at all.
"And this is my brother Richard," Anna said, introducing the third member of the visiting team. "He's come in to spend the weekend with us."
Morgan felt a pang of disappointment. Not that there was anything wrong with Anna's brother. He was much like her, rather short, slim and athletic-looking, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a pleasant smile. In his early twenties, she guessed, about her own age.
"Hello, Richard," she said, taking his hand as the trio entered the house.
But Morgan was disappointed. She'd hoped this was perhaps one of the swinging friends Anna had mentioned, and that the Vandevorts had somehow known she was alone and horny this afternoon and had come to fuck her. But it was just Anna's brother. Fucking shit!
She took them out to the deck, prepared drinks and snacks as quickly as she could. Oh, shit! she thought. She'd left the vibrator lying on her lounge chair, in plain sight! She managed to flip a cushion over it just before Richard turned around and would have seen the thing.
Anna noticed the vibrator lying there. Anna just smiled.
"It's lovely here," Anna said. "Your own stretch of beachfront, no less. We'll have to do some sunning and swimming. I don't tan very well, but I enjoy at least some outdoor activity, especially when the weather is as nice as it is now. And some privacy too. No neighbors who can see into the backyard?"
Morgan shook her head, unsure where this conversation was going. "Good," Anna declared, smirking. "Then I'm sure no one here will be offended if I put down my drink and sip on this instead."
Anna went to her brother, tiptoeing up to kiss him hotly on the lips while her hand shot straight to his zipper, undoing it and moving inside his pants.
Morgan gasped in astonishment.
Anna and Richard were tongue-fucking each other's mouth. He had her by the ass-Morgan knew how sweet and firm that ass was to hold, and her fingers clenched almost automatically as Richard took a grip on his sister-and Anna was pulling his cock out of his trousers, into the sunlight, her fingers sliding up and down the rapidly lengthening shaft.
Morgan could hardly believe what she was seeing. Anna-and her own brother?
Of course she could have been lying about him being her brother, just to give Morgan hot ideas, but the resemblance between them was too strong. Same eyes, same features. Obviously the similarities ran even deeper. No, Morgan knew she was seeing what she thought she was seeing, Anna playing with her brother's cock. And Paul-he sat there watching, a smile spreading over his lips as he saw Morgan's uncertainty.
"She had him before she ever had me," he explained. "They've been doing this for years. I rather enjoy it, don't you?"
Anna broke off the kiss and dropped to her knees on the deck, while Richard leaned against the railing, his cock thrusting up, big and hard.
Anna rubbed it on her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids. She kissed the underside of his shaft. She took her long dark hair and veiled it around her brother's cock, sliding him through her fine silky tresses back to rub against her skin once more. Her mouth ovaled, a red-lipped O, and she appeared about to let Richard's cock slide into her wet mouth, but she stopped short and turned to Morgan.
"I'm completely forgetting my manners," she said. "Morgan's our hostess. I think she should have the first suck on this yummy cock."
Anna pointed the end of Richard's cock in Morgan's direction, her eyebrows lifting in an invitation.
Morgan went to them on her knees, lips aching to taste this brand-new cock. She slipped her mouth over the end of his cock and took him deeply. His prick was long but much more slender than Nick's or Paul's. Almost before she knew it, he was in her throat and she was actually deep-throating him! Her eyes bulged. She wasn't used to deep-throating cocks-in fact, she hadn't even been aware she could do it until now!
"Spectacular!" Anna chirped, undoing Morgan's skirt. "No panties. Just what I expected. Let me get this T-shirt pulled up. I need to see your big hot tits again, and I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say that." Paul and Richard nodded. Anna pulled up the T-shirt, got her hands onto Morgan's already-stiffened nipples, began to milk them with her fingers.
"Mmmmm," she purred, "I love these sweet fat titties! Wish they were mine! But if they were, I couldn't do this, could I?"
She leaned over and began to suck hungrily at Morgan's nipples, massaging them wetly against her tongue.
Morgan loved Anna's sucking, but she was far more concerned with her new-found ability to take this new cock into her throat. She couldn't get enough of him. Her head moved back and forth on Richard's prick, and it slid again and again into her gullet. Easier every time!
"Too good to resist," Paul said, pulling off his shirt and removing his pants.
His cock was semi-erect as he came toward the threesome at the railing. He laid it on Morgan's shoulder, as if he meant to stick it into her ear. She let him rub his cock against her neck and cheek. She could feel him warming, stiffening. Despite the cock in her mouth already, she knew that she also desired to taste Paul's prick, and she found herself in the midst of a heavenly dilemma.
"Enjoy, darling," Anna said, patting Morgan's wet, stiff tits. "I know you were disappointed last night when Carly started pigging out on all the men, so I thought I'd give you a consolation prize. Take these men and do anything you want with them. Just be gentle with my kid brother. He's not much more than a child, even if he does know where his cock belongs."
"Thanks to you, Anna," Richard sighed. "I didn't even have hair on my prick when she started sucking it off. Everyone should have a sister like mine."
"Suck me, too, please!" Paul urged, rubbing the end of his cock on Morgan's cheek. "I'm getting so hot watching you eat Richard and remembering how fantastic your mouth feels when it finds a hard prick."
"Oh, yes," Morgan agreed, releasing Richard and turning to Paul.
She had only to twist her head, and his cock came thrusting into her mouth, rigid with lust and excitement, and she was pretty excited too, as he entered her mouth. Her lips closed, and she began to suck back and forth, swallowing his fat cock as deeply as she could take it, wishing she could suck his prick all the way into her guts and fill her belly with his cock.
Anna unbuttoned her dress and let it trail slowly to the floor. Underneath she wore garter-belt and stockings only. Morgan sneaked a peek at the semi-clad Anna, and her pussy pounded with arousal. She wanted to get her tongue between Anna's slim white thighs, into that smooth-lipped pink hole, taste Anna's cunty cum-juices oozing onto her tongue. But right now she had two cocks to suck, and she promised herself that she would eat the cum from both of those cocks, eat it till she drowned in sperm!
"Where did you put that vibrator?" Anna asked. "We all knew you'd been diddling yourself when we came calling, didn't we, men? Mmmm, yes, and doing it with my little pink gem, too! Where's the black beauty? Oh, well, I'll make do with mama's baby."
She sprawled on the lounge chair, her legs dangling over the sides while she rubbed her juicy-looking cunt-hole with the tip of the pink vibrator.
"Mmmm, let's get buzzing," Anna said, flipping the bottom switch. "Jesus, I put brand-new batteries in this just yesterday, when I lent it to you. And you've worn them out already?
I bet you did the same to the other one, too, didn't you?"
"Sorry," Morgan apologized, releasing Paul's cock for a moment. "It became addictive, you know?"
"Well," Anna said, "I guess you'll just have to put on a really horny demonstration with my two men. If you make me hot enough, I won't even need the vibrator to get off. Show me what you can do, Morgan-the stage is yours, and I'm a tough audience."
The challenge had been flung, but Morgan had no doubt she was up to it. God Almighty, both of these cocks were up to it! She'd sucked them to gorgeous rigidity, and Richard had stripped himself while she gobbled Paul. He had a beautiful slim prick.
"Stand here by Richard," Morgan said. "That way I can move from one to the other. Ooohhh, I'm gonna suck you both off! I'm gonna suck you till you both squirt your cum into my mouth, and I'll drink every delicious drop of it, straight from your gushing cocks. Mmmmm, who's gonna be the first one to give me a sweet treat, I wonder? You, maybe?"
Morgan grabbed Richard, throwing herself onto his prick with a sucking vengeance. She swallowed his long slender cock, wolfing her way up and down its shaft, until he began to shake and tremble where he stood.
"Jesus, I think I'm gonna be the first," he said in awe. "Anna, have you been giving this lady lessons in cocksucking? I thought your mouth was strictly one of a kind, but she may be just as good as you are."
"She's good, but no one is that good," Anna said smugly. "Except maybe Carly O'Neill. You'll have to meet her, Richard."
"Fuck you!" Morgan laughed, then resumed swallowing Richard's cock to the nuts and grinding her mouth lusciously around it.
"Mmmm, yes," Anna murmured, "you need a challenge to keep you on your toes, darling! Oh, I wish I was the one getting my mouth full, but I'll just content myself for now with my fingers. Oh, yes indeed!"
She worked three fingers into her juicy wet cunt while sliding her other hand up and down one stocking-covered leg.
Morgan moved over to Paul's cock, attacking it just as avidly as she had Richard's. While she sucked Paul, she kept her fist busy on Richard's prick, maintaining his ready stiffness.
"Oh, baby," Paul gasped as he attempted to push her head all the way down on his hard prick. No way she could handle all of that thing, at least not yet!
"Mmmmm," Morgan purred, fighting free and returning to Richard's waiting prick. Her hand caressed Paul's cock, reminding him that she still cared, but her tongue began to slide up and down Richard's throbbing cock.
"My brother and my husband, sharing the same mouth," Anna mused, masturbating herself vigorously. She worked her fingers in and out of her cunt while rubbing at her clit, then her nipples, then her clit again. "Ooohhh, I wish Tracey had come this weekend too. You'll have to meet my younger sister, Morgan. If the three of us get together, we may swear off men altogether. Nineteen, she is, and almost no tits at all. When she straps on a dildo, you'd swear she was a boy. But if you get your tongue up her pussy, you'll know she's all girl. Oh, but you'll have a hard time licking her cunt, Morgan darling! She's difficult as hell. You have to say hi, Tracey, before she'll let you suck her off."
Morgan was thrilled beyond belief. Anna was not only fucking her brother, but also her younger sister!
Morgan's pussy began to itch terribly. She knew she wanted to eat both these cocks to eruption, but she was going to need some fucking almost immediately after the cum ceased to squirt, and she hoped both guys had eaten their Wheaties this morning!
She was back to Paul's cock now, sucking it deeper. Her experience with Richard had taught her a great deal, and she could get much more of Paul's prick into her mouth, now that she knew how. She couldn't take him nearly as deep as Richard, but he was in the upper end of her throat and she was almost down to his balls as she sucked.
"Goddamn!" he gasped as he slipped his prick a little deeper, and she knew that he rather enjoyed it too.
Her fist was going mad on Richard's cock as she sucked Paul.
"If you want my cum you'd better ... get it now . . . " he gasped, and the words seemed to take forever to register.
Morgan drew her mouth off Paul and turned to Richard, just in time to get his first gush square in the face.
Her mouth slipped over the spurting tip, and his cum shot into her mouth, filling her with the sticky white cock-milk. She stroked his cock with her fist, sucking hard at his cock-knob, and his thin prick seemed to be absolutely full of jism! There was so fucking much of it! She drank his offering greedily, but every time she swallowed, another gush seemed to pour onto her lapping tongue.
"Suck it all!" he gasped. "Ooohhh! Drink my hot salty cum, Morgan! Suck me dry!"
She worked with him, sucking till his cock went soft and gave its last sputtering squirt, and by that time Paul was calling her. She had been jerking mightily on Paul's cock as the thrill of eating Richard's cum took control of her body, and Paul was almost there, too.
"Gonna cum in your mouth, Morgan," Paul moaned, "put your lips on my prick and suck, baby, suck it all down ..."
"Yes, yes," she gurgled, her tongue still clotted with Richard's semen.
His cum coated her throat like milk, left a warm delicious taste all the way down to her belly, but she was a greedy fuck-pig, she wanted more, she wanted all the cum in the world, squirting hotly into her sucking mouth, and she glued her lips to Paul's prick, flogging him with the tip of her tongue until he shot off his gooey load.
She milked him like a cow, sucking until his cock could give her no more sweet sperm, and then she leaned back, cum dripping from her lips and chin, her white-smeared tongue wiggling in the air at Anna.
"Oh, get over here, you luscious cunt!" Anna sighed, and Morgan went to her.
She crushed Anna's mouth in a kiss, pouring excess jism into Anna's mouth, and Anna drank the cock-cream greedily from Morgan's mouth, her hands pawing lustfully at the tall blonde's stacked body.
Anna's pussy-soaked hands slipped and slid on Morgan's throbbing tits. Morgan put her own hand in Anna's crotch and speared a long sinuous middle finger straight into Anna's oozing, tight-lipped pussy. The ball of her hand ground down upon Anna's clit and Morgan fisted the aroused pussy in a knowing, heated fashion.
"Oh, you whore," Anna sighed into Morgan's cum-drenched mouth, her own lips and tongue now sticky with the leaked-out seed. "Make me come with your hand, damn it! Jack me off, Morgan! Yes, you bitch, fuck me with your finger and make me crazy!"
Totally aroused, Morgan concentrated all her energy upon doing just that. She fucked her finger in and out of Anna, then rubbed the clit until it felt as raw as her own, and then she gasped as she felt the unmistakable signs of Anna's shuddering climax.
"Come, baby," she insisted, "come all over my hand! Oooohhhh, you're doing it, you're cummmmminnggg!''
"Aaaahhhhhh!" Anna moaned, rocking her pussy up against Morgan's hand, her wet juices flowing from the cunt-slice, her clit throbbing like a snare drum. "You're making me cummmmmmm ..."
The dark-haired woman fell back limply, her eyes glazed over with lust. Her pussy contracted, spat out Morgan's sopping finger. Morgan brought the digit to her mouth, stuck it in, sucked off Anna's juices. They were tangy and hot on her tongue. She longed to bury her face in Anna's crotch and eat it straight from the source. But hands were on her body from behind, big male hands, and Richard and Paul were dragging her away.
"Oh, you guys!" She giggled as they led her to the next lounge chair. "Are you both gonna fuck me at the same time? You're so goddamn dirty... but I love it... "
CHAPTER EIGHT
Paul lay down on the lounge chair, his cock sticking straight up despite the hot load with which he'd filled her mouth. She had thought he was out of things for the time being, but the erection of his cock told her that he still wanted more of her hot body.
He held her hands, while Richard stood behind her, his fingers caressing her heaving tits and soaking cunt-bush.
"Get on me," Paul said. "I want your wet pussy on my cock, Morgan. I want to put nine inches of fat prick up your sweet yummy hole."
"You and me both," she gasped, breaking free of Richard and straddling the lounge. She eased downward. "Put it in me! I want you to put that cock in my cunt and fuck me with it! Don't make me do all the work, you horny fucker!"
He held his cock upright while she used her bushy cunt-hairs to tickle his cock-knob. She giggled at the teasing touches, almost as if she were trying to avoid getting fucked, but that was the furthest thing from her mind. She was dying to feel his big prick invading her cunt, but she wanted him to appreciate the prize he was about to get. As if he'd never been inside her cunt before!
"Hold still," he said. "My cock is burning to fuck you."
"Then fuck me," she said, rubbing her pussy against his straining cock-knob. The lips of her pussy parted before the press of his big knobby tip and he sank into her without resistance.
"Aaaahh, Christ!" she gasped, pummeling down upon him.
He grabbed for her tits, filled his hands with the jiggling mass, and she strained, quivered, sighed in total cunt-filled delight.
"Look at this, Morgan!" Richard exclaimed. "Watching you fuck my sister got me all hard again, too. You wanna suck my cock some more, or should I give it to Anna?"
"Me, me!" Morgan whined. "Let me have that yummy prick, Richard!"
"Okay, baby," he grinned, thrusting it toward her mouth.
Morgan opened for him and he entered her mouth. Her lips closed, and she began to suck him while she rode Paul's equally rigid prick.
"What a fuck!" Anna complained. "Here I am with an empty pussy and this bitch is monopolizing both of the cocks? When will your husband be home, anyway? Oh, Christ, I can't wait! Listen, Morgan, do you mind if I call Carly and invite her over? If I can't have my brother's cock or my husband's cock, maybe I'll chow down on that juicy red-haired pussy."
"Call her," Morgan gasped, between sucks on Richard. "Tell her to pick up some batteries on the way over. Vibrator is all the fucking she's gonna get! These pricks belong to me, by God!"
Morgan rocked atop Paul, feeling him penetrate every part of her pussy. Oooohhh, shit, this was fucking! And another cock in her mouth! Dynamite!
"You going to give them back to us when you're finished?" Paul asked, working her tits. "Our cocks, I mean?"
"Maybe, maybe not," Morgan grinned. "I may put them in a drawer so I can use them again whenever I start feeling lonely. Ooohhh, I love these pricks of yours! I love to suck them and fuck them. I want to keep them forever. I don't want to share them with anybody else. At least, not right now."
"Are you gonna talk, or suck my prick?" Richard asked, sliding his wet cock over her face. She licked after it, but a wicked light began to shine in her eyes.
"I've already sucked it," she said. "Why don't you fuck me with it, instead?"
She remembered that incredible moment last night, when Nick had penetrated her ass while she filled her cunt with Anna's vibrator, the sensation of being stuffed from both openings at the same time. Yes, she thought, that's how I want it-Paul in my cunt and Richard stuck up my asshole, both fucking me together. Oh, Christ, she thrilled, writhing atop Paul's cock, even the idea was about to make her come!
"In the ass," she went on. "I want you to put your cock up my ass while Paul's fucking my pussy. Think you can handle it?"
Richard shook his head. "She's already been around Anna too long, eh, brother-in-law? This makes, what, the millionth time we've had to double-team a horny bitch?"
"At least a million," Paul agreed. "But this pussy is something special, Richard, and I bet she has the sweetest tightest asshole you've ever fucked. Mmmm, I wish I had my cock where yours is going to be. Save a slice of that juicy ass for me sometime, Morgan. I'm itching to fuck your shitter."
"With that big cock of yours?" Morgan teased. "You'd tear me up. I need a strong thin prick like Richard's. Mmmmm, I think it was just made to slide up my ass."
But she had been full of her husband's cock just last night, and his prick was only slightly smaller than Paul's. No, she'd butt-fuck Paul, and soon, if she had anything to say about it. But right now his prick felt absolutely delightful in her pussy and she wanted him to stay there.
"Well?" she said, looking up at Richard. "Don't you want to fuck my ass? It wants you. Ooohhh, Christ! Does it everrrrr want you!"
Getting all three of them onto the lounge chair was a problem. Paul had to drop his legs over the side, giving Richard room to come in from behind. Morgan waited impatiently, lifting her ass a little when Richard was in position.
"Don't tip the chair over," she warned, "or we could have a serious accident."
Ooohhh, there it was, the tip of his cock, nudging her asshole. Mmmm, he was big and hard, just the way she liked a cock to be, and as anxious to get inside her as she was to have him there. She leaned forward a little, and Paul helped out by spreading her asshole.
"I see it," Richard said, "and it's an asshole made for fucking, if I ever saw one. Yeah, gonna stick my cock into this tight brown hole and fuck the living shit out of you, Morgan. Hold still. Don't wiggle too much. I know you're hot, but you've gotta give me a chance to put it in you ... open up, baby, I know you want it! Mmmmm, yeah, this hole has been fucked before, Paul. It's trying to suck my cock right inside. All I have to do is give it a little bitty push, just like this, yeah! Ohhhhh, baby! Here I come, straight up your motherfucking asshole, baby! Straight up your sweet hot asssssss!"
"Oh Christ!" Morgan squealed as he rammed into her, thrusting so hard he almost lifted her bodily off Paul's fat, cunt-buried prick.
She leaned over, smashing her big tits against Paul's hard firm chest, and her mouth sought his. She was in the mood to be kissed as well as fucked, and she was really in the mood for fucking. Her mouth was ravenous on Paul's.
"He's doing it!" she gasped. "He's got his big hard cock up my asshole! Ooohhhh, your wife has a dirty little brother! Where did he learn that kind of stuff, mmmm? God, yes, fuck me, both of you! Fuck my ass and pussy together! Shit-fuck! Oh, wowwww!"
They were both moving in her now, her body falling into an almost-natural rhythmic response as she soaked up the best of both fuckings, her cunt lifting and falling on Paul's inserted-from-beneath prick, and moving forward and back to get the full measure of Richard's ass-buried cock.
"Do you really fuck Anna like this?" she asked breathlessly. "The two of you, at the same time? I never knew anyone who let her own brother fuck her. It's so nasty! Mmmmm, I wish I had a brother! Maybe I'll pretend that both of you are my brothers and you're seducing me, making me do all kinds of horny, nasty things that I don't really want to do, but I can't resist because they feel so good ..."
"Fantastic," Anna said from the doorway.
She still wore only her garters, stockings and shoes, and she was leaning in the doorframe, stroking tenderly at her thin-bushed cunt. A finger disappeared into her pussy as she stood watching, and she closed her eyes blissfully, purring as she fucked herself deeply. The dead vibrator was stuck in her garter belt like a desperado's knife.
"What the fuck?" she mused, pulling it out. She brought it to her cunt, inserted it deftly, then began to work the thing in and out of herself.
"Just remember who your main squeeze still is, guys," Anna told her two men as she fucked herself lazily.
Morgan could see the shine of wet cunt juices on the plastic prick as it moved in and out of a definitely aroused Anna.
Anna smiled. "Is she tight and hot? Don't you just love her ass and pussy?"
"Love them," Richard panted, moving his slender rigid cock skillfully inside Morgan's asshole. "She isn't all spraddled out like you, Sis."
"I oughta stick this thing up your ass and find out how tight you are," Anna threatened, working the vibrator in her pussy. "But I need it myself, at least till Carly gets here. I expect to get some use out of her tongue when she arrives, but till then ..."
Morgan was almost beside herself. She'd taken part in lesbian sandwiches, but this was the first time she'd ever been double-cocked. Last night, with Nick and the vibrator, didn't count, not at all. A plastic prick felt absolutely nothing like the real thing, throbbing hotly in her pussy as Paul's cock was throbbing now.
Richard's slender cock fitted her ass as if he'd been born to fuck her, and she to be fucked there by him. Still, the more he reamed her ass, the more she found herself wishing his cock were just a little bit thicker. He was too easy to take, in some ways, and she felt the need for a totally humongous prick, one that would split the living fuck out of her ass.
Mmmmm, Nick and Paul together, she thought, double-fucking her ass and pussy, and Richard's long prick fucking her throat. She closed her eyes and dreamily imagined all three pricks spilling their loads into her at exactly the same moment, her body suddenly flooded with hot gushing cum...
"Morgan, I declare you are turning into a full-fledged slut!" Anna laughed, strutting toward them.
She wore very high heels today, that added almost four inches to her small frame, and she wobbled in them, more apparent now that she was virtually naked. Morgan almost drooled at the swaying, strutting approach of Anna's slim body.
"And since you are, I thought you might want to kiss me, and maybe suck on my titties, while you fuck the crap out of my two main men, mmmm?"
"Get those tits to my mouth and I'll suck 'em till the milk flows," Morgan husked invitingly.
"First the kiss," Anna countered, running her tongue into Morgan's mouth.
They clung together avidly, sharing spit, feeling each other up and down. Anna's hand slid down Morgan's sweat-soaked back, straight to the point where her brother's cock entered Morgan's straining asshole.
"He's fucking you raw," Anna said. "You should see the way your shit hole looks, all stretched out by his cock. Mmmm, fuck her, little brother! Fuck her for me! If I had a cock I'd fuck her, and when I get my dildo strapped on, I goddamn well will fuck her! My dildo up your ass, baby, the big one, the monster with the two heads. One end of it in my hot pussy and the other burning up your asshole! Get your face up here! I want my nipples in your mouth. I want your drool all over my tits, and I want it now, baby!"
Morgan sucked hungrily at Anna's stiff brown nipples, relishing this woman's unmistakable taste. She bit the tits, making Anna cry out in delight, then she licked and kissed away the hurt she had left. Anna fed her like a baby, pushing her hard tits into Morgan's mouth. They were so small that by stretching her lips, Morgan could get almost the entire tit inside. She sucked, rolling her tongue across the heated, sweaty flesh. She loved it. Oh, God, she loved it all!
Her hand reached into Anna's crotch. She found the dildo sticking from Anna's cunt-hole and she seized it, began to fuck it in and out of her friend's dripping pussy, while she sucked tit, gobbled cocks with pussy and rectum. She heard Anna's joyous whimpers of delight and she fucked the vibrator harder. If only she'd not been such a pig and used up the batteries! A little buzz would put Anna into the Twilight Zone!
"She's a real triple-threat fuck." Anna giggled. "Do you guys see what she's doing to me now? She's fucking my pussy with this vibrator while she rides both your cocks! I think she's turning into a goddamn nympho! And they tell me that just the other day she was your average housewife type, who'd never had anything up her cunt but her husband's cock and finger. And look at her now! She'll eat anything that doesn't bite, and she goes crazy for pussy. I think she's becoming our kind of people, guys!"
"Mmmm, yeah!" Richard gasped. "I'd say from the feel of her sweet hot ass that she is definitely our kind of people."
Morgan swelled with pride. She could hold her own with them. In time she'd probably surpass them, for she was a rank beginner and they were seasoned veterans.
"Oh, fuck!" Anna groaned. "The doorbell."
Morgan hadn't even heard it. There was a ringing in her ears as she rocked in abandon on the two inserted cocks, and as she fucked the dead vibrator in and out of Anna's dripping hole.
"It must be Carly," Anna added. "If you'll stop jabbing my pussy for a minute, I'll go let her in."
Morgan nodded. She threw herself totally into fucking Paul and Richard.
Paul was shut-eyed beneath her, grimacing as he screwed his cock into her pussy, and she knew from the expression on his face that he was about to blow his load.
"Do it!" she gasped. "Shoot your cum into me! Fill my pussy, darling! Fuck meeee!"
"You got it," he groaned, and his cock barreled up into Morgan, hammering her womb as he unloaded his sticky jism deep inside her.
"God, yes, that's it!" she squealed, her pussy reacting in a burst of orgasmic glee.
She fucked her cunt up and down on his cock, milking him dry, and the action only increased the friction on Richard's driving prick as it penetrated her tight asshole.
As Paul's jism began to ooze back down his shaft, leaking out of her contracting, rippling cunt, she heard Richard grunt behind her and his cock began to move in quick impulsive shudders in and out of her ass. The insistent jabs, as well as his heavy panting and moans, told her that he was coming in her asshole.
"Ohhhhhh!" she groaned, pushing from Paul back to Richard, then to Paul again, riding those cocks as long as there was a spark of life or a bit of stiffness left in them.
She felt their pricks shrinking in her holes, felt Richard's cock sliding down her ass passage, finally popping out like a turd, his greasy, shit-stained cock leaving a sticky dribble of cum down one ass cheek as it gave a last convulsive sputter in the open air.
Paul's cock was softening in her pussy, and it too emerged, followed by the leak of his sticky semen.
She eased herself off Paul, leaning down to kiss his prick in thanks for the sweet fuck it had given her. Richard was wiping the stains off his prick. She didn't care a goddamn. She pushed his hand aside and kissed his prick too, tasting the most indescribable flavors on his cummy, sticky cock-knob.
She wiped her mouth and looked up, just as Anna led Carry onto the deck, followed by two men Morgan had never seen before.
Morgan was naked, but not at all embarrassed. Paul and Richard were naked too, and Anna wore only her garters and hose. It was obvious they'd been fucking, had just finished fucking, but fucking was the reason Carly had come over this afternoon, and if she had brought friends with her, they must be interested in some fucking too.
"Looks like you didn't waste any time," Carly commented.
She wore a sleeveless, low-cut top and jeans that fit her like a coat of blue paint. She reached for her top ad pulled it up over her head, baring her big freckled tits. "How much have we missed?"
CHAPTER NINE
Carly introduced her friends, but not till after she'd stripped out of her jeans and given Morgan's pussy the finger-test to find out how juicy and jismy a fuck she'd just enjoyed.
"Mmmm, you got a nice one," Carly said, licking the stray cum from her fingers. "Tastes like Paul. I don't think you know my guys. The big blond is Cliff, and the macho dark dude is Miguel. I woke up this morning so hot and horny after what we did last night that I called them both to come over and fuck me. I think they may have a hard-on or two left, between them, but I really fucked their brains out, and you girls may have to do without. Mmmm, and who are your guys? I could use some fresh cock in my pussy... "
She went straight to Richard, and introduced herself with a hot tongue kiss and a body rub that acquainted him quickly with all the lush contours of her freckled body. His hands filled with her big tits and he was obviously in hog heaven. His sister's tits were small, but he'd lucked into two sets of C-cuppers this afternoon, and it didn't take him long to get Carly's tits into his mouth for some heavy-duty sucking.
"I'm an old man," Paul said. "And I need to recharge my batteries. If you and Morgan want to fuck anything, Anna, you'd better try these new guys."
"I was hoping you'd say that," grinned his wife. "There's nothing that excites me more than a brand-new cock."
Anna went to Cliff, who stood six-four at least, and looked up at him from her petite height.
"You know," she said, "if I took my shoes off, my mouth and your cock would be on exactly the same level. Does that give you any ideas, you big blond hunk?"
Cliff winked at Miguel. "Carly wasn't lying, buddy! I think we just walked into a pussy factory!"
Anna kicked off her spike heels. She still had to stoop a little, but she glued her mouth to the outside of Cliff's tight jeans and began to lip and nuzzle his cock through the denim.
Morgan watched in delight as the blond man's prick began to take shape under the snug fabric, filling into a big, lumpy presence. Mmmm, she thought, bet his cock is as big as Paul's. Maybe even bigger! Her own mouth began to water as she watched Anna working erotically, and she turned to Miguel.
He was short, only about five-six, and she took off her own shoes though she was still a little taller than he was. He didn't seem to mind, and Morgan knew she didn't. Miguel was obviously a body-builder, with bulging biceps, a swelling chest, and a waist so trim she could almost encircle it with her hands.
Miguel preened, showing himself off in his sleeveless T-shirt and very tight pants. His basket was full, and she suspected she could make it even fuller. His dark curly hair and olive-tinted skin were an immediate turn-on, in such vivid contrast to her own blonde hair and pale skin. She'd never fucked a Latino before, though sometimes she and Nick used to play a game in which they were matador and senorita, celebrating after the big Laredo bullfight.
"Habla Ingles?" she asked him, the only Spanish she knew.
"Lady, I was born and raised here," Miguel said. "I can tell you in perfect English that I'd like to take this cock of mine-" he grabbed his crotch and squeezed it "-and shove it up that tight pink pussy of yours. Habla Ingles enough for you, baby?"
"Let's go down to the beach," Anna said, pausing in the act of leaving lipstick smears all over Cliff's bared chest. "We can fuck in the shallows. C'mon, you two, it's always better with four."
Taking the hand of her tall, tow-headed partner, Anna went down the stairs into the back yard and started toward the water's edge.
"Why not?" Morgan grinned at her partner.
Miguel goosed her as she stepped in front of him, and she squealed. Her ass was still tender from the workout Richard's cock had given it.
Richard! Morgan turned and saw that Carly was on her knees before Anna's brother, squeezing her big freckled tits together around his cock, her lips and tongue coaxing it to stiffen up.
Would Carly be so hot to suck on him, Morgan wondered, if she knew his prick was fresh from my asshole? Or would she even care?
Anna and Cliff were stripping on the edge of the inlet, Anna even removing her garters and stockings. Naked, she hurried into the water, her porcelain-like skin glowing pure white in the sun. She lifted her hands to the sky like some ancient priestess and turned slowly, knee-deep in the cool, gently rippling water. And then Cliff jumped her, having removed his tight jeans and letting his long stiff cock waggle in the breeze.
She squealed as he pounced, and the two of them flopped down into the water.
Morgan saw Anna's legs shoot into the air, then come down, closing around Cliff's long tanned body as he moved into her saddle, and she heard Anna's unmistakable cry of delight as the blond man slammed his cock into her more-than-ready cunt-hole. Morgan had fingered that pussy, fucked it with a dildo, and she knew that Anna was ripe and ready for fucking. Cliff's prick had to be moving inside her like a knife through butter.
Morgan turned to Miguel. "Undress me, baby. I like it when a woman makes me naked."
He had a strutting macho manner. Normally Morgan didn't care for that attitude, but what the fuck? She just hoped he understood that if she felt like being on top, she was gonna fuckin' be on top, and he could stick his machismo straight up her tight brown ass!
He did have a juicy bod, she conceded as she stripped him down on the edge of the beach. His chest was hairy-something else that didn't normally do a great deal for her, but on him it looked good, and she could hardly wait to feel his chest hairs tickling her taut nipples as they rolled into a hot tight fuck.
She had a hell of a time with his pants, which fitted him like second skin and were almost impossible to get down now that his cock was swollen inside his jock. Jesus, what a basket! she thought, eyeing his jock once she'd finally gotten the pants down and off. It bulged, seemed to throb visibly.
"You take it out," she told him, stepping back. "Your turn to do some of the work."
"Sure thing," he grinned, sliding the pouch downward, allowing his prick to jump out at her.
"Holy shit!" Morgan gasped, totally sincerely.
He was maybe six inches long-not big, compared to the cocks she was used to-but he had the thickest, fattest prick Morgan had ever seen or imagined. She leaned over to look at his prick more closely, and he gave his ass a wiggle that sent his prick jabbing at her face.
Morgan squealed and jerked back, then felt like a complete and total asshole. It's just a cock, she reminded herself, and you know damn well that cocks, just like policemen, are your friends!
"Lemme see that thing," she said. "Are you part burro or something, Miguel?"
"Sure thing, baby," he said. "My grandpa was the star attraction at the Blue Fox. You ever heard of the Blue Fox, in TJ? Well, he was the donkey that used to fuck the women to entertain the turistas. All I inherited was his prick. Feel it, Morgan. See if you can get your hand around the whole thing."
She fucking could not! She encircled his cock with her thumb and finger, and they failed to meet. She estimated the gap at more than an inch, though she knew she had to be exaggerating. Nobody's fucking cock was as thick as this! Well, this was one dude who was damn sure not gonna get his cock up her asshole. She'd shit blood if she tried to take him.
Oh, Christ, would he even fit in her pussy? Holding his cock with one hand, she used the other to tentatively rub her cunt, testing the stretch of her pussy-lips.
Nooooo fucking way, baby! Maybe she could suck the thing? All she knew was that, donkey dick or not, she had to do something to this cock!
His prick pulsated in her hand and she could feel her pussy beginning to drip in response, and she wanted it so badly she could taste the thing, as much as it frightened her with its massive bulk.
"Yeah, baby, that's the way they all look when they get their first glimpse at Pepito, here," Miguel said, stroking her hand as she held his cock. "But he's not unfriendly at all. He just loves the pink pussy and the wet mouth. Why don't you put it in your wet mouth and suck on it? Then maybe I'll stick it up your ass and teach you the things about fucking that you still don't know."
Anna and Cliff were still fucking in the water. She was on her knees in the shallows now, moaning as he fucked her from behind. His cock was long and hard, about the same size as Richard's, Morgan decided. Anna should have no trouble with it, if she was used to fucking her brother. So how come Morgan got stuck with something out of the Guinness Book of World Records? Just call me lucky, she thought smugly.
"Jesus fucking Christ, I don't believe that cock!" Anna gasped from the water.
"That's just Pepito," Cliff said, whacking her ass. "He's ruined more girls than rock 'n' roll. I'm glad I'm fucking you now, before you get your hole reamed out by Miguel. You'll have to go to horses after he finishes with your cunt, baby."
"Mmmm, we own a stable," Anna purred. "I'm not afraid to take the gamble. Oooohhh, Morgan, what are you ever gonna do with that humongous prick?"
"I'm gonna suck it down to size," Morgan said determinedly, having come to her decision at last.
Morgan crawled closer, still hanging on to Pepito. Her hand moved on the gristle-stiffened shaft, sliding the outer skin up and down. To make it even more kinky, he was uncircumcised, and the purplish knob was almost completely hidden by his long foreskin. She'd never touched an uncut prick before, and she found great fascination in sliding the foreskin back and forth, baring his cock-knob, then covering it up again.
"You gonna suck it or just play with it?"
Miguel asked.
Well, it was time to take this bull by the horn -as if her fist wasn't already full of a horn! And why was she so reluctant to take his cock into her mouth? If there was one thing she'd learned about herself the last couple of days, it was that she needed to take a back seat to no one on earth when it came to sucking a cock. She was good, and her mouth gave pleasure to every prick lucky enough to get inside it. This prick was big, and a real challenge, but she would suck this cock, suck it off and drink its cum, or she would fucking lie down and die, right here on the edge of the inlet, not five feet from where Anna splash-fucked merrily in the water.
She pulled back the foreskin and started to lick his cockhead hungrily. She laid his cock on her tongue, allowing his pulsation to flow against her, and his prick was easily as excited as any other cock that had gained entrance to her skilled mouth.
She moved her head forward, taking some of his cock into her. Almost immediately she met the bulk of his shaft, and it seemed that she could go no deeper without splitting her lips. God, his prick had looked big from a distance, and he felt enormous inside her mouth.
"I don't believe it," someone said. "That's a horse cock, not a man's!"
It was Richard. He and Paul had walked a nude, gleaming Carly down to the water's edge and they stood a few feet away, Carly in the midst of the two men, looking like a prom queen who'd lucked out with two well-hung escorts. She had one cock in each hand and was playing lightly with their pricks. Richard looked as if he were not far from a renewed erection, but Paul's prick remained soft despite Carly's nimble fisting.
"Better believe it," Carly said smugly. "A cock like that is what separates the women from the girls. How is she, Miguel? How does ol' Pepito feel right now?"
"Frustrated as shit," Miguel said. "I don't think she can handle it."
"Oh, she can probably handle it," Carly replied, "but it doesn't look as if she can suck it."
"Fuck you, bitch!" Morgan said, suddenly angered at being discussed as if she were not even here. "If you can suck it, I can swallow it."
"Ooohhh!" Anna gasped. "It sounds like a challenge suck to me! Get out of my pussy, Cliff baby, let's go ashore and see which of these hot bitches can tame Pepito!"
"Carry can," Cliff replied as he followed Anna onto the shore. "The leggy blonde is sure hot, but I don't think she can beat Carry."
"Well?" Morgan said, smiling up at her red-haired rival. "It looks like we have a contest going. They're taking bets on the side. Wanna get down here and show off your stuff?"
"Shit, yes!" Carly grinned, letting go of Paul and Richard and dropping to her knees in front of the smug Miguel. "Hand me that prick and I'll show you how to eat Pepito."
Morgan watched in real awe as Carly began to use her mouth on the giant prick. She licked every bare inch of the thing, balls included, rolling back the foreskin to spend a long time loving the huge cock-knob. Her tongue traced its outline, licked through the delicate, sensitive piss-slit area, and then she eased his cock into her mouth.
Morgan's eyes narrowed. Carry's head moved fast, and she was sucking up a storm on Pepito, but she was also using her fist and she was certainly not taking him deeply. Her mouth was no wider than Morgan's.
"My turn," Morgan said, leaning in to usurp the privilege of sucking on Miguel's big rod.
Carly yielded grudgingly, and Morgan slipped her mouth over the end of his wet prick. She willed her lips to stretch, and she had the profound satisfaction of feeling his cock slide a little deeper into her than last time. No cheating, she thought. No hands, just the mouth. She could get him off without using her fist. Something told her she could, something deep inside herself.
Morgan liked Carly, loved to fuck her and eat her, but she still had the feeling that one or the other of them had to reach and maintain a superior position to the other, and Morgan was determined that she would be the one.
Her lips stretched more, and she thought she could feel them tear, but another half inch of the incredibly fat prick entered her mouth. She gasped around it, her drool flowing uncontrollably.
Could she swallow him? God, she had to! Everyone was watching, to see if her mouth could match the words that came from it, and she had to prove herself, now more than ever, in front of them all.
She moved her mouth forward, and she knew that she was going to gag. His cock was tremendous in her mouth, his bloated, thick cock choking her, and she pulled back, just before her throat gave her away.
"Oh, baby, that's fantastic!" Miguel gasped, and the sincerity was obvious in his voice.
Now Carly was coming in for her turn, and the red-headed bitch was intent on showing off her stuff.
She was wet-mouthed, horny as hell, and seemed just as eager to show up Morgan.
"Mmmm, Pepito," she cooed at the cock before she popped it into her opened mouth. Her fist clenched tightly at the base and moved up the shaft.
"Cheating," Morgan said, with just the right amount of bitchy delight. "You shouldn't be able to use your hands."
"Too late to change the rules, honey," Anna said, "but you're right. If Carly wins, we'll probably have to do a special runoff anyway."
She wasn't going to win. I am, Morgan thought, nudging the redhead with her elbow. She was ready now. Her mouth hungered for the taste of Pepito, and she knew she could do it this time. Carry's second round of sucking had been no different, essentially, from the first. She had sucked the cock and jerked on it, making up for her shallow oral penetration by the sensual appeal of her fist working on the fat swollen shaft.
Reluctantly, Carly surrendered Pepito and Morgan fed the cock into her mouth, eyes closed as if she were praying. In fact, she was. Please, God, she was thinking, let me suck this cock! Let me have his cum!
She willed her mouth to relax, to go limp in preparation, and she slid herself onto Pepito, again feeling the humongous bulge of the erected prick. But she wasn't afraid now.
"She's gonna swallow it!" she heard Anna declare flatly.
"She's gonna shit," Carly said.
"I'm betting on Morgan!" Richard announced.
"No way," Cliff said from the other direction. "It's never been done."
"A thousand girls have tried," Miguel agreed. "And failed."
"Go to it, Morgan," Paul said, putting his hand on her ass. "You can do it, baby. I know you can!"
"Yes, darling," Anna encouraged, reaching under Morgan to squeeze a nipple lovingly.
Anna cupped the dangling tit, and Morgan felt new strength flow into her from Anna's warm touch. It was great to have friends like hers.
"Right," Richard agreed, "and the rules didn't mention this, either." Morgan moaned as she felt him press against her from behind. His long thin cock was rigid now, and it nudged her crack from the rear. She'd sucked that eight-incher of his down her throat, hadn't she? True, it wasn't as fat as Miguel's prick, but it had proven she had the capability.
Richard moved behind Morgan, rubbing her hot ass and cunt with his stiff cock. Anna's hands massaged her tits. Pepito throbbed on her tongue, but she wasn't afraid of him. She could suck him dry!
"Go, baby," said Anna. "Show this cock who's the boss!"
Yes, goddamn it, yes! It was time. Morgan sucked in a deep breath, feeling it whistle around the huge mass of his prick, and she willed her oral muscles to relax completely. She pressed her face forward, refusing to think about anything at all except for the cock she was sucking-the cock she was going to swallow- the cock she was going to suck off!
"Holy shit!" Cliff gasped. "I don't fuckin' believe it!"
"She's cheating," Carly insisted. "It's an optical illusion."
"Madre de Dios!" Miguel whispered. "She's fuckin' swallowed Pepito!"
It was true! Morgan couldn't believe it either, but her mouth was pressed squarely against the base of Miguel's cock, and every bit of Pepito was inside her mouth! She could not breathe, could not swallow, and she wasn't sure if she'd live or die in the next few minutes, but she had swallowed the monster donkey cock completely!
She held him as long as she could, and then she slid her mouth back and turned to Carly. "Your turn?"
Carly only shook her head.
"Well, all fuckin' right!" Morgan squealed in glee.
"Not so fast, baby!" Miguel interrupted. "You got me up, and now you gotta get me off!"
Morgan had done it, and she would blow this prick now, proving once and for all that she was the undisputed queen of free sex.
"Hang onto your nuts," she told Miguel, and she worked her face back onto his cock.
She could hear them all ooohing and ahhhing as she sucked him, but she had learned the trick now. It was no problem. God, she could hardly wait to try this out on Nick and Paul. Their pricks were longer than Pepito, sure, but nowhere near as fat, and if she could take this bloated monster she could take anything.
She was showing off now, basking in her friends' appreciation. She was doing something that no one else had ever been able to do. She was deepthroating Pepito!
"Baby, baby," Miguel gasped as he pawed her moving head.
She found it easier and easier each time. The fourth or fifth swallow was slick as clockwork, and she held him in her throat for what seemed an eternity, just to prove she could do it. She'd been a stickler about no hands, earlier, but it was foolish to remain so now that she'd won, and she cupped his balls while she throated him, jiggling his balls around, making him squirm where he stood feeding her his prick.
His foreskin moved inside her mouth. She got her tongue under it and licked around his cock-knob, and that seemed to drive him crazy.
"Oh, yeah, bitch, you got one super hot mouth!" he moaned. "I'm gonna fill it up with cum, baby, I got a gallon of the white stuff for ya!"
Soon, she thought, soon...
His cock tasted of spilled dribbles of cum already. She felt the tangy tartness on her tongue. Her lips nuzzled him, her head twisting this way and that. Thank God, she had her tonsils out when she was a kid! He'd have snagged on them for sure and she'd never have won the suckoff contest.
"Gonna shoot," Miguel gasped. "Gonna shoot you full of my cummmm... "
The inspiration hit her spontaneously. Her face jerked back, completely free of his cock, and she grabbed his cock-shaft for the first time in the suck-off, pulling savagely, totally covering his cock-knob with the loose long foreskin.
Her fist squeezed twice, three times, on the end of Miguel's cock, and he screamed shrilly.
She could feel the cum oozing from her tight grip, but she held on possessively to his cock.
And then, as the others all watched breathlessly, she turned her face upside down under his cock, aimed it down toward her mouth, and peeled the foreskin back from Miguel's bulbous cock-knob. A huge gush of white cum dropped downward into her waiting mouth, and she lifted her face toward the oozing jism, drinking it straight from the source.
Anna began to applaud, almost hysterically.
"That was incredible!" she said. "Oh, Morgan darling!"
She threw herself onto her blonde friend for the most passionate kiss Morgan had ever received from anyone. Anna pawed Morgan's tits, thrust her tongue into Morgan's mouth, then licked the spilled cum off Morgan's lips and tongue.
"Oh, man, I gotta piss!" Miguel gasped. "My prostate is killing me! I think this lady has sucked my cock bone dry!"
Morgan looked up at him. She knew people did it, but she had never tried it before. But this seemed the time of her life for trying new things.
"Piss on me," she invited. "And on Anna too!"
Morgan giggled, clutching her friend and holding her down.
"Morgan!" Anna squealed, but Miguel took the blonde wife at her word and he grunted as he let his yellow stream flow.
Morgan closed her eyes and allowed the piss to drench her. She could always take a dip in the inlet and wash it off, but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling at all. Like basking in a very warm rain, she decided, holding Anna tightly to her. She hoped Anna enjoyed it too, but she wasn't sure if Anna was leading the way now, or if she, Morgan, had taken charge of things. Who was the student, who the teacher, now, after all?
"I didn't know you were into water sports," Anna whispered, running her tongue across Morgan's piss-drenched tits. "We could have had even more fun yesterday, if you'd told me just how kinky you really were."
"I'm still learning," Morgan replied, stealing a kiss and a feel or two. "C'mon, let's go take a dip and wash this stuff off. It's fun, but I'm afraid I'll smell like a John afterwards."
"Yeah," Anna agreed. "Why don't you guys just gang-bang Carly? I'm going to monopolize our hostess for a while. I want to stick my nose up her cute little pussy and see if she smells like a toilet in there, too."
As they got up, giggling, holding hands, Morgan saw that a new face had joined the circle.
It was Nick, and he was still fully dressed.
"Oh, you're just in time," she said. "I think the guys are going to gang-fuck Carly. Why don't you strip down and join in?"
"Can I talk to you?"
"Come down to the water," she replied. "I need a quick dip."
Nick nodded, following her to the lapping edge of the water. Anna stood on the bank watching. Morgan entered the water, sat down, splashed her nude, glowing body.
"Oh, Jesus, this is such a gorgeous day!" she enthused, while Nick squatted on the shore.
"What is happening to us?" he asked her. "God, I saw what you did-you let that guy piss on you, you sucked that horsecock Mexican and ate his cum like candy. I mean, I come home, and there's an orgy going on, and you're the centerpiece. And those dildoes, and the assfucking... Morgan, I think it's all happening a little too fast for me. I didn't think it would be like this... "
"You getting cold feet?" She stood up, water dripping from her tits and bush. "But it was all your idea, Nick. You talked me into it. Isn't this a little late in the day to be reconsidering?"
"Why don't we just cool this-this stuff- for a while? Morgan, I don't know if I'm able to handle it. I really don't."
"You got me turned on," she replied. "You can't just flip a switch and turn me off. Nick, I'm going up to join the party. I'm going to fuck Anna, and then I'm going to see what else looks interesting and fun. You know that you can join us. Or you can just turn and walk away. But we can't go back to the way things used to be. That's impossible now. I hope you make the right choice, darling. I'll be up in the grass with Anna."
And she walked past him, out of the water, up the rise, onto the bank where Anna stood waiting.
Carly was the center of attention from the men-all except Miguel, whose poor Pepito was still limp as a noodle. Cliff, Paul, and Richard were all over the freckled redhead, and she giggled deliriously as someone's cock fucked her pussy.
Morgan took Anna's hand. She longed to turn and see what Nick was doing, whether he was following her or if he had gone in the other direction, but she could not. She had made her choice, and his decision was up to him. She could not turn back now. If he could, it would be by himself.
Goddamn it, Nick, she thought, blinking at stingy little tears in her eyes, what are you going to do?
And then she felt a hand touch her shoulder, and she smiled, knowing that he had chosen the right alternative.
