"I've only fucked one man," said Molly, twisting her ass while she levered her cunt up and down Carl's cock. "And now I'm fucking you, my husband's best friend."
Carl held her hips and watched between her full, bouncing boobs as his cock slid in and out of her tight hole. Damn! It hadn't been like this since fucking his very first time. "I'm going to cum," he gasped.
Her legs flexed, the strong muscles rippling. And then Molly squealed with delight as she felt the first hot spurt of cum surge into her hot pussy. She rode his sputtering cum-shooter, climax around the pistoning shaft.
What Molly and Carl didn't know was that at that moment their spouses were pretty busy, too. And that Brenda was enjoying the same sublime pleasure with her pussy riding Amy's stiffened fuck pole.
"Cum, baby," Molly cried out, "cum with me and then we'll do it all over again."
CHAPTER ONE
Molly was shocked. "You're having an affair?"
"Hold your voice down," her friend said, giving a quick glance around the crowded fast-food dining room before continuing in a low voice. "You act like you've never heard of such a thing."
"B-bbut I thought you loved Carl!"
"Of course I do! This is lust, not love," the sexy, big-busted blonde said with a chuckle. She shrugged. "This is just something to do in the afternoons."
"But surely, Brenda, you could do something else...."
"like what?"
"Knitting?" Molly tried feebly.
The sexy blonde woman rolled her eyes. "Be real! Look, honey, the men have been getting away with this for years. Now, it's our turn."
"But how can you just ... make love with another man?"
"Fuck is the operative word here, Molly. Fuck."
Molly flushed. Now it was her turn to glance around. But although snippets of personal conversations flowed all around them, no one was paying them the slightest attention. There was more privacy in the crowd than there would have been on her own front porch under the scrutiny of watchful neighbors.
"It's a bit awkward at first," Brenda went on. "Sort of like shaving your pussy-but it's nice once you get used to it."
Molly almost choked on her burger.
"Don't be so prissy! Come on, you've been married for three years. Isn't there anyone you've ever wanted?"
"You mean, to do it with?"
"I mean to fuck."
Molly looked away. There was a man-just one. But how could she tell her best friend that she secretly yearned for the woman's husband and sometimes even fantasized about him while making love with-while fucking her own husband?
"Come on," the blonde wheedled. "I can see it in your eyes. Who is it?"
"Really, Brenda! It's shameful that you should treat Carl this way!"
Brenda's eyes lit up. "It's Carl, isn't it? You want my Carl!"
"Don't be silly," said Molly, giving herself away with each word. "But he deserves better than you."
Her friend's eyes narrowed. "Honey, I don't think you're woman enough to do it. But if that's what turns you on, go for it." Then she laughed.
That mocking laughter haunted Molly for the next two days. Honey, I don't think you're woman enough to do it. Sure Brenda was beautiful, but she didn't need to rub it in. Brenda had always been vain about her looks. Being elected Homecoming Queen in high school hadn't helped. Molly's auburn hair was no match for her friend's lovely blonde curls, and her tits weren't nearly as big as Brenda's monstrous mounds-and she certainly didn't shave her pussy! No, Molly wasn't as sexy as her friend, but she had been sexy enough to snag a husky college football star for a husband-and Arny was a choice catch by any woman's standards.
Honey, I don't think you're woman enough to do it. Why, it was almost a challenge!
She wasn't really thinking of that-was she?-when she dressed for her shopping trip into town on Thursday? She gave more attention than usual to her underwear-of course, no one would see it, but it did feel nice to know there were lacy panties and a pretty, frilly garter belt under her short skirt. Naughty little thoughts made her pulse quicken. She tried to imagine her friend pulling on the same clothing over a shaved pussy-God! Did Brenda really shave it? Or did she just think Molly was gullible enough to believe anything?
Molly's spirits were light an hour later when she walked out of a cute little boutique clutching a colorfully wrapped package. Underwear again. It was totally unlike her to be so preoccupied, but Arny would like the red satin bra and panty set with its provocative black trim. He was always encouraging her to get sexy things. She flushed as she imagined his reaction. She could picture him naked, with the broad, flat head of his cock twitching eagerly as the monstrous organ rose with excitement.
But the picture slowly faded, blending into the image of another man. It was something that happened more and more frequently as their marriage wore on and their sex life settled into a predictable pattern. They used to fuck five or six times a week, but now it was only twice-Wednesdays and Saturdays, unless something came up to spoil the routine ... like it had last night. Arny had worked late at the office, coming in after she was in bed. Perhaps that was the reason she was preoccupied today with undergarments. She was still horny from the night before. And she would have to stay that way until Saturday.
It wasn't a predicament that would bother her friend, Brenda, Molly thought with a sigh. She, on the other hand, wasn't woman enough to do anything about it.
Her heels clicked against the pavement as she came to an abrupt halt. That was the real reason she had come to town, wasn't it? To tell Carl. It would be betraying a confidence, stabbing her best friend in the back, but Carl was a friend, too. It was despicable what Brenda was doing to him, and he deserved to know. People were probably already laughing behind the poor man's back.
It was her duty.
A two-block walk took her away from the trendy shops and boutiques and into a working district of offices and small businesses. Molly hadn't been in that area since the days after graduation from high school, when she and Brenda had applied, together, for a job every place in town. Molly had finally found a job changing sheets in a hotel while Brenda got a cushy position as a receptionist for a real estate firm. Brenda had always joked that she would fuck for a good job, and for the first time Molly wondered if that may not have been true.
Things had changed since then. They had both married well after college and now neither needed to work. They had time on their hands. Molly did volunteer work while Brenda "-fucked," Molly said aloud.
"I beg your pardon?"
Molly looked down at the startled receptionist. "I'm sorry," she said with a guilty flush. "My mind was wandering. Is Carl in?"
A moment later, the young woman was ushering Molly into a small office. Carl glanced up from the work on his desk with a look of surprise and smiled. "Molly! This is a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?" he asked as the receptionist left them alone. "Is ... Brenda with you?" he asked, glancing warily over her shoulder.
"No, Carl," Molly said with a smile full of pity and compassion for the cuckolded husband. "I'm quite alone. I ... have something important to tell you."
A relaxed smile came over his face. "Wait!" he said, holding up his hand to stop her. "Have you had lunch."
"No."
"Well, then, let's discuss this important thing in a more pleasant atmosphere," he said, grabbing his suit jacket as he rose from his desk. "Come on."
Carl chose a quiet little lounge that did equally as well with sandwiches as it did with martinis. They were late for the lunch crowd, so they had the place pretty much to themselves. Molly didn't want to spoil the meal, so she held off the unpleasant announcement she had come to give until after they had eaten.
"Do you realize," Carl asked, pushing aside his plate so that he could concentrate on his drink, "that this is the first time that you and I have ever been alone together?"
"It's true," said Molly, feeling a tingle in her belly at the thought. "Do you mind?" she asked, reaching for the slice of pickle he had left on his plate. He watched, almost as if she were doing something seductive, while she nibbled delicately on the pickle, then licked her fingers clean. "There's always been Brenda, or Arny, hasn't there?"
"Yes ... Brenda," he said with a sigh. "You don't look too happy."
"Well, Molly, to be honest with you, things aren't quite right between us."
"You don't mean-"
"-divorce? No, not that, but for the first time I can see that possibility in the future."
"Oh, Carl," Molly said sadly.
"How are things with you and Arny?"
"Oh, just fine," she said, trying to sound enthusiastic.
"Do you guys still fuck like you used to?" he asked, the words rushing out.
"We're not newlyweds," she replied, coloring.
"Maybe that's it," he said thoughtfully. "The newness has worn off."
"It becomes routine."
"I can't imagine it ever becoming routine with a woman like you," he said, staring deep into her eyes.
Molly caught her breath, not knowing how to reply.
"Did you know that I've always wanted you?" he asked with an impish grin.
"Carl!" Molly scolded, trying not to take his bantering seriously.
"It's true. And I've never wanted you more than I do this very moment."
"Carl-my God!-" she stammered, her pulse fluttering "-I-I d-don't see how we could possibly-"
Her rising excitement overcame any remaining loyalty Molly had for her friend as Brenda's husband drove them to a motel on the outskirts of town. Neither said a word, but she allowed him to pull her close in the car. Just the feel of his arm around her waist and the close scent of his male cologne were enough to set her passions aflame. She shifted uncomfortably as her pussy dampened in response to her raging imagination. This was something she had dreamed about; something she had never actually imagined would ever happen.
"You said you had something to tell me," he said as the door of the motel room closed behind them, leaving them alone together in the semi-darkness. Neither bothered to turn on the light.
"It'll wait," she croaked, her throat dry.
He caught her in his arms and pulled her full body tightly close.
"Oh, Carl...." she whispered, feeling his lips descend to hers in a kiss.
They began sucking hungrily at each other's mouth. Soon, their hips were grinding against each other, and Molly felt his massive cock pressing against her. Under her skirt, her pussy lips, trapped inside the tight confines of her sheer white panties, fluttered with desire.
Her rising excitement fought back feelings of guilt ... thoughts of Brenda ... of Arny. This is lust, not love. Hadn't that been her friend's exact words? Nothing more than an afternoon's entertainment is the way Brenda had put it. It meant nothing; nothing at all.
They stepped apart. "Undress," he said. "Let me see you."
Molly bit her lip, at a loss for a witty rejoinder. Her mind had turned blank, her thoughts dominated, now, by her senses. She tried not to appear too eager as she fumbled for the fasteners of her skirt. She wiggled, and he watched the skirt slip to the floor. Her blouse followed, leaving her standing before him wearing only the sexy underwear she had chosen so carefully that morning.
His eyes sparkled with delight. "Brenda would never believe this," he said, tossing his shirt and tie aside.
"Probably not," she agreed, bristling at the mention of her perfidious friend's name. Besides, she was probably too busy fucking another man to even care. The disloyal thoughts made it easy for the auburn-haired woman to remove her bra and slide out of her panties. The smile of anticipation and excitement on the face of her best friend's husband gave her a feeling of smug satisfaction.
"See something you like?" Molly asked softly, her shyness falling away with her clothes. She posed proudly, standing naked before him.
"Oh, yeah, baby! Yeah!"
She reached for the belt of his pants. "Now it's my turn, Carl, honey. I've been a little curious, too," she whispered, "about this-ever since the first time I saw you."
"Really?"
"Really," she said, slipping his pants and his shorts to his knees in one smooth movement.
His massive cock sprang into view.
"Oh, Gawd." Her breath quickened.
"I hope you're not disappointed...."
"Not yet, I'm not." She smiled sweetly and licked her dry lips as she gazed hungrily at the purple head of the swaying cock. She caught it playfully, and gently wrapped her hand around its swollen hardness.
He combed his fingers through her hair and pushed her to her knees.
Molly gripped his hips and guided her lips toward his massive cock. "Thank you, dear Lord," she purred, "for this blessing I am about to receive-and you, too, Brenda." She gave the head of his cock a kiss.
"Oh, baby! Oooohhh, yes," he groaned, her mouth opening to let his cock move in.
Molly's head dipped, and her lips slid down the thick shaft all the way to its base, where crisp cock curls tickled her nose. She gulped, savoring the taste. With her heart pounding, she wrapped her lips tightly around Carl's cock and began bobbing her head up and down its length.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned around the stiff spike.
He groaned, gently cupping the back of her bobbing head and pumping his hips while his cock slid in and out of her mouth. Lust glazed his eyes. The inside walls of her cheeks were soft and wet against his sensitive flesh, and his balls tightened as his cockhead pushed into the back of her throat. His cock was throbbing, his balls quickly pushing the limits of their endurance.
"Oh, baby, suck it," he groaned.
Yeah, Carl, honey, this is great, Molly thought. So this is what my sexy friend has been enjoying so greedily with her smug smile. You didn't think I was woman enough for it, Brenda, did you? Well, I am, and soon I'll be sharing all your juicy little secrets. Every last one.
Suddenly, Carl uttered a cry, and his hips lurched forward. Molly felt his cock swell in her. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and bobbed her head faster and faster.
"Damn it, baby, it's too soon! I can't wait, Molly-here it comes!"
A thick shot of creamy hot cum splashed into her mouth. She gulped as another spurt followed the first.
"Fuck!" he groaned, panting. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He pumped a few more times, but the shudders had passed. She let the half-limp cock slip from her lips and gave the twitching head a final lick. She smiled. She had drunk it all.
"God, Molly, baby," he groaned. "I would never have believed ... "
"You didn't think I had it in me, did you?" she asked, smiling smugly.
He laughed. "Oh, no! I always knew you had it in you-I just never though I'd ever get any of it."
"
"Better believe, sweetheart," she whispered, rising in his arms and molding her body to his. "Now, I want you to fuck me."
As their lips met again in a kiss, they slowly sank to the bed. Molly's knees raised automatically, and she spread her thighs for him.
Carl paused on his knees, poised between her legs, and stared as if stunned by her naked beauty. He dropped his head to her breasts. Her tits weren't as massive as his wife's, but they were more perky with shapely nipples that teased the appetite. And they were more than a mouthful-far more, he realized, as he nibbled and kissed the nipples into sharp peaks and gently nipped the tender tit flesh.
With her eyelids fluttering, she let out little mews of pleasure as his lips moved downward, trailing across the soft, slight bulge of her belly toward the dark thatch of curls that curved between her legs. He liked her thick, little muff. It cloaked her special secrets with mystery, unlike the fully revealed lines of his wife's shaved pussy.
The touch of his tongue to the sensitive lips of her steaming pussy was an unexpected pleasure that sent a shudder through Molly's supine body.
"Oh, yes, Carl, yes. Eat me, honey. Eat my pussy," she moaned softly. "Scarf it up!"
Carl's tongue feathered her silky mass of pussy hair to the sides, leaving a gap so that he could lick the full length of her blood-engorged cunt lips. The petals fluttered as he eased them apart to reach the pink, tasty meat of her interior. An occasional flick at the clit, whose tiny head protruded from the top of the split, sent shivers of excitement cascading through the woman's fragile frame.
Mmmmmm, he does this so well, she thought as his tongue swirled deeper into her wet cunt. He was slurping noisily, encouraging the flow of her juices. Oh, God! If he could only give Arny some lessons-just a pointer or two.
Becoming delirious with excitement, Molly pressed Carl's head more firmly between her legs and lifted her butt so she could swirl her hips around his pussy-probing tongue. Her breath sharpened, coming in short pants as she felt her orgasm begin.
"I'm cumming, Carl. I'm cumming," she wailed.
Carl gripped her hips, holding her still so that he could lick the sweet juices that welled up as the ecstasy flowed through her. She shuddered and jerked as the tremors peaked, then passed. He waited until she went limp before pulling his face away to stare into her eyes as they refocused on reality.
"That was great," she murmured, giving him a warm smile.
"You're very responsive."
She took that as a compliment ... and as a comparison. She didn't dare ask how she stacked up against his wife. But she couldn't help wondering.
"Are you ready for this?" he asked, shaking the now-heavy length of his penis like a menacing club above her.
"I'm ready," said Molly, reaching for his meat and raising her stretched thighs toward him. "Fuck me now," she cooed, guiding his cock to her waiting cunt.
The massive shaft spread the soft lips of her cunt wide. She sucked in her breath as she felt it slide into her. It disappeared from sight, plunging fully into her seeping channel, and a shudder of excitement rolled through her body.
Carl grunted, savoring the feel of Molly's hot, wet cunt walls gripping his cock. Her cunt juices made the fat prick slick and shiny as he began to pump it in and out of her. "Baby, you're tight," he said with a husky groan.
Tighter than Brenda? she wanted to ask. But she didn't need to. She could tell by his enthusiasm that this was something special for him, something different from the usual routine. Better? It was for her, she had to admit. Arny hadn't fucked her with this much fervor since the early days of their marriage. She smiled as she moaned, enjoying the sweet sensations that swamped her ... the thrill of the new cock sliding back and forth inside her ... the feel of the massive hard head stretching deep into her syrupy interior ... the yearning of her hungry cunt to be flooded with his cum.
Panting frantically, the two lovers worked together, grinding their hips harder and harder. The scent of perspiration and arousal filled the air as the two naked bodies struggled toward climax. When Carl felt his balls begin to tighten, he slammed his hips tightly to Molly's and let out a sharp cry.
Molly's tummy muscles clenched as she felt his cock begin to swell inside her.
"Baby, here it comes! Oh, God, baby," he groaned in disbelief. "I'm fuckin' you! I'm fuckin' you!"
She hugged him and arched her hips high as the massive cock spouted inside her. She felt the internal jerking sensations spread liquid warmth deep into her womb. The hot cum triggered her own climax, and Molly's legs stretched toward the ceiling as pure pleasure wracked her body.
"I'm cumming too," she panted. "I'm cumming too!"
The pair rocked and bucked together, wet bellies slapping noisily, sloppy groins sucking greedily, as they tried to stretch the exhilaration one ... two ... three beats more.
"That was incredible. Oh, God, yes, simply incredible," Molly whispered as the two heaving lovers broke apart. She sat up and looked down to stare in disbelief as cum dribbled from her cunt and ran down between her legs to soil the sheets. "I can't believe we did this."
"Yeah, but we did, didn't we?" he replied, grinning up at her. He was stretched on the bed beside her, the dick that had just given them both so much pleasure now just a sticky, gleaming, impotent lump of flesh.
"And now what?" she asked with a worried frown as she tried to sort out the implications of their impulsive action.
"Well, I suppose we do it again."
"Again?" She stared at him incredulously. "After all that?"
"Oh, not now," he said with a chuckle, "but later. You can count on it."
Her disappointment showed in a pout.
"Sorry, baby, but I've really got to get back to work."
CHAPTER TWO
The fuck fest with Carl shook Molly to the core. She had never considered cheating on Arny-at least not consciously. Sure, she had fantasized about other lovers, but that was normal, wasn't it? But cheating. That was immoral ... cheap.
And Arny didn't deserve it. He was a good husband: a good provider, and more than adequate in bed. Of course, it couldn't always be great. And she couldn't remember the excitement ever being as intense as it had been with Carl.
But that was easy to explain. It wasn't just Carl, it was the excitement of doing something, well, something naughty. The naughtiness of the action had thrilled her intensely.
And now, just thinking about Carl, brought back feelings that were traitorous to Arny-unbecoming to her role as a good wife. In fact, for the first time in her life, she was dreading Saturday night, when she would have to sleep once again with her own husband. She felt guilty, and she felt sure that she would give herself away in some way and expose her treachery. What would happen if she cried out Carl's name in the heat of ecstasy?
But she was spared the possibility.
Arny informed her at dinner Friday night that something had come up. "I have to go away for the weekend."
"Oh?" She responded, her heart skipping a beat.
When she didn't say anything more, he frowned. "Aren't you even going to ask me why?"
"Oh, yes-I mean, I suppose it's business ... "
"Yes," he said simply. "It's business." He didn't say anything more, and she didn't ask.
But she did feel lonely as Saturday wore on. Not especially for Arny. Just for someone. With no one to talk to all day long, no one to rob her attention, it was so easy for her mind to wander down uncharted paths. Her illicit coupling had opened Pandora's box and set loose a glut of unseemly thoughts.
Sex with Carl had been a revelation. Until then, Arny had been her only lover. But now she knew that sex with other men could be just as much fun as it was with her own husband. And maybe even more so. Brenda had been right: it had nothing at all to do with love. It was simply lust.
And it didn't just have to be Carl ... did it? God, there were so many other men! And if it weren't for the bans of society, she would happily fuck every handsome stud that gave her the wink-and it wouldn't diminish her love for her husband in the least. He could still have her every Wednesday and Saturday-provided, of course, he didn't have to work late or go out of town on business.
The ringing of the telephone was a welcome distraction from her unsavory thoughts. She glanced at the clock as she went for the phone. It was past eight. She could safely go to bed after this call and give her randy mind a rest.
Carl's voice was a surprise.
"What are you doing?" he asked her.
"Thinking."
"About what?"
"About you ... stud," she said with a coquettish pucker in her voice. She wondered if Brenda was standing right beside him, watching his face respond to her teasing. Oh, God, what if she could hear? "Did ... did you want to talk to Arny?" she stammered, feeling shamefully naughty.
"What's he doing?" he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper. And, God!-so sexy. "Watching the game?"
"He had to go out of town for the weekend."
"Damn! You mean he's been gone all day?"
"Uh-huh. Tomorrow, too."
"Brenda went to her mother's," Carl said softly. "She's staying overnight."
There was a half-minute of silence while the implications registered in Molly's mind. Then, she gasped. "My God, Carl! We can't...."
Molly pushed a tray of pizza rolls into the microwave. After hanging up, she had quickly changed into her robe. Underneath it, she wore the red satin underwear with the black lace trim she had bought to thrill her husband. Unfortunately, he wouldn't be the first to see it.
Her pulse skittered as she heard a tapping on the back door.
"Did anyone see you?" she asked, cautiously admitting Carl through the kitchen doorway.
"Naw, I was careful. I put the car in the garage."
"Thank God," she said, letting out a breath of relief.
But her pulse rose again when she saw the look in Carl's eyes as he ogled her in her robe. "Damn, you look good," he commented appreciatively.
The compliment brought a smile to her lips. She began to feel comfortable. This wasn't a motel room, but her own home, the door locked, no chance of discovery. Carl wasn't a man she had to worry about; they had known each other for years.
He touched her waist. She turned in his arms, and her eyes flashed a hunger that he longed to satisfy. She accepted his kiss, and his tongue pushed between her ripe, wet lips. Molly responded, letting her own tongue twine with his. The quiet intensity of the kiss made her body warm. Her heart raced, and the blood pounded in her ears.
"Mmmmm, good" she breathed.
Carl's hand slipped inside her robe and roamed her scantily clad body. His fingers pushed right into the cup of her bra and scratched her nipple to hardness.
Carl groaned as his body came to life. The strong muscles of his chest and stomach became taut as warmth washed over him, and his cock tightened inside his pants. Molly's electric-charged fingers had found the thick bulge, and they encouraged its fierce swell.
"Oh ... baby," he breathed deeply. "Let's-"
"-stretch it out," Molly said, the buzzing of the timer on the microwave bringing her back to her senses. "Why don't you fix us a drink while I get the goodies out of the oven?"
There was a drink waiting for her on the bar by the time she went into the rec room. Feeling impish, Molly had left her robe in the kitchen. She sashayed as she walked toward him in her sexy red lingerie, and the saucy swagger of her narrow hips recalled a sweet memory to his mind and brought a grin to his face.
Molly sat on a stool and took a sip of her drink. The alcohol had a calming effect, and she smiled at him while she nibbled delicately on a pizza roll.
"Does Brenda go to her mother's often?" she asked conversationally.
"As a matter-of-fact, she does," he said with a grin.
"Have you ever thought that she might be having an affair?"
"Brenda?" He laughed. "Oh, no. Not Brenda."
"You never can tell," Molly said, feeling that she had finally done her duty. "Just look at me for example."
He frowned. "Does Arny suspect anything?"
"Arny? Suspect me? Be serious!"
He grinned. "I suppose he's right. Who would ever suspect you of playing around!"
"You don't think so?" she said with a frown.
"Oh, come off it, Molly. You come across as a prude. You're the last person I'd ever expect to be fucking around. There are probably a dozen guys out there who think you wear a chastity belt and only Arny has the key." Carl slipped an arm around her waist and kissed her neck. "Only I know differently," he said.
Molly quivered with arousal, and she hated herself for it. She had a reputation to live up to-he'd just reminded her of that. "Carl, we shouldn't."
"Why not?"
"It'll mess up our relationship. I mean, how can we do this and still remain friends?"
He chuckled. "I suppose you're right. I guess you'll just have to become my mistress."
Molly bristled. "I'll not be any man's mistress!" Then, she added petulantly, "I already belong to one man; I certainly don't want to belong to two!"
"You're a very exciting woman, Molly," he said calmingly, breathing into her hair. "Do you know how long I've wanted to fuck you?"
"How long?" she asked breathlessly.
"Ever since our wedding, seeing you in your bridesmaid dress standing next to Brenda in her wedding gown, your pretty shoulders bare, showing enough cleavage to drive my imagination wild. I envied Arny, then."
Molly was aghast. "You ... wanted to fuck me? On your wedding day?"
"Yes, and every single time I've seen you since."
"Oh, Carl!"
His gaze dropped to her chest. "You have lovely tits," he told her. "I really hope Arny appreciates them."
He stroked her breasts, kneading them through the thin material of her red satin bra while he kissed her. The warmth of his hand caused her nipples to erect and her flesh to tingle. She gave in completely, holding nothing back. How could she deny this man who had desired her for so long? How could she resist fulfilling his fantasies? And hers, too, if the truth be known.
He released her bra and pushed it away to expose her tits. She shuddered. His caresses were slow and gentle. Appreciative. They weren't hurried as they had been in the motel. They had all night to enjoy this.
"I love your nipples."
"There's nothing special about them-"
"Oh, but there is. They're pert and shapely-Brenda's are wide, round buttons-"
"She has big tits."
"Yeah, but they're so heavy that they droop, and flop to the sides when she lies on her back. Yours stand straight up."
His frank appraisal made Molly feel good. So her beautiful friend wasn't perfection, after all. When it got right down to the nitty-gritty-satisfying a man-Molly was stiff competition.
"And you have marvelous legs."
It pleased her to see the frank admiration in his eyes as his gaze moved from her toes to her bare knees, then to the lower part of her thighs. She closed her fair-skinned legs and crossed her ankles, staring at him over the rim of her glass as she sipped from it, trying to calm her skittering nerves. Arny never paid any attention to her legs-or to her tits or anything else, for that matter. He took her for granted. And she had never minded.
She had never known anything different-the excitement of a new man, the touch of curious fingers, the discovery of another person's soul as they cried out together in ecstasy.
Carl stroked her legs ... her thighs ... and she responded, lifting her lips so that he could pull away the flimsy garment wrapped around her crotch to expose her completely.
Putting her glass aside, she took a deep breath. With her heart pounding, she swung her legs open, inviting his inspection.
"And here?" she asked, noticing the flush that had come to his face, the glazed look that veiled his vision. She was going for all the marbles now, risking everything. "How do I compare with Brenda down here?"
"Oh, God! Your pussy is beautiful!"
"She shaves hers, doesn't she?"
"Yeah. Sometimes she looks like a plucked chicken."
"I'm sure mine is nothing special," she said with polite modestly. But inside, her spirit was soaring. She fantasized, picturing the Homecoming Queen competition from years ago being held once again, this time in the nude. Brenda would have come up short, and Molly would have won the contest hands down. It was a wild fantasy, but it made Molly feel good.
Carl reached out and touched her. He caressed her legs, one at a time, his hand moving slowly from her ankle to her knee. She felt herself becoming embarrassingly wet between the legs. Sopping wet. Kneeling before her chair, he leaned forward and began kissing the insides of her thighs. She moaned as his lips moved teasingly over her skin. Then his lips were wedging into the hairy gap that split her thighs, and a shudder shook her.
"Mmmmmm." He sniffed, inhaling deeply as his nose parted her thick pussy bush. "Sexy ... "
"Carl!" She blushed. She hadn't prepared herself for this; she probably smelled terrible.
Then his tongue floated wetly over her cunt lips, and she was unable to hold back a soft cry. "Oh, yes, Carl," she hissed, widening her thighs and opening her sex with her own fingers so that his tongue could penetrate further. Her thighs quivered around his cheeks and she moaned as he licked deep, stroking with a sensual rhythm. His tongue was wet and soft and skillful, exciting her more than she had ever dreamed possible. She had been a wife for three years, but she knew so little about lovemaking. What more could this man show her; what illicit delights did the long night hold in store?
Her tension built, until she thought she would die from the excitement, before he pulled his tongue back and began working her clitoris directly. His tongue tip pushed back the flap of flesh that protected it, and he licked the sensitive nubbin and tugged on it gently with his lips. Electricity charged her body, making her belly warm as she trembled with life from head to toe. As he lapped and licked, the explosion came, and he sucked up eagerly the hot flow of juices that spewed from her convulsing core.
"Carl," she said when he pulled his face away and allowed her to close her legs to tighten her thighs around her still-tingling crotch, "you are a rare jewel."
"Thank you, ma'am," he said, grinning, his cheeks glistening with her pussy juice.
She laughed and grabbed a napkin from the bar to wipe his face. "You look obscene!"
"Hmm, obscene ... is that anything like randy?"
She laughed. "Why is it that you make fucking seem like so much more fun than Arny does?"
"Just natural talent," he said with an innocent grin. "But I imagine your husband is a good provider."
"Well, I certainly wouldn't trade him for a big-cocked."
"-stud."
"-lecher!"
For the first time, Molly found herself considering the practicality of having two husbands: one for fun, the other for security. On second thought, maybe even three or four husbands-or lovers-would be even better.
"Speaking of big cocks," she said.
"I know," he said with a sigh as he unzipped his pants. "A woman doesn't really care about a man's nose, or his face-"
"Nope," she admitted gleefully. "Nothing counts except what hangs between his knees and his waist." Her own legs slipped open again as his cock came into view. He straightened, stroking it casually with his hand, and she responded, fingering her wet pussy.
Naked now, he stepped between her legs. Wrapping her bare toes around the rungs of the stool, she anchored her elbows on the counter and raised her ass from the seat so she could push her crotch forward. He guided his cock with his hand and rubbed its head over her clit.
"Ummmmm, that feels good, sweetie. My clit is so sensitive."
"Do you ever do this yourself?"
"Sometimes-I mean, I have to. But I don't like it."
"Shit! I can't believe Arny doesn't keep this thing too worn out to pop. He ought to be strung up-"
"Hey! He's not that bad," she protested, defending her husband. "Besides, if you spent more time satisfying your own wife, she wouldn't be-"
"Wouldn't be what?" he prompted.
"Wouldn't be ... spending so much time in the beauty salon," she said, catching herself with a sweet smile.
"Humph!" he grunted, shoving a pair of fingers into her slit.
Molly shivered and wiggled her thighs around it.
"You're wet," he commented, pulling the fingers out and sucking them clean, "and tasty."
"And ready to fuck," she said, hunching toward his cock and catching its fat head between her cunt lips. She hooked one leg around his waist and pulled their bodies together. The full length of his upright cock slipped slowly into her.
"Oh, baby," he whispered, his teeth clenched. "You want to fuck right here?"
"Right here," she said firmly, arching upward so that her tits would brush his chest. She had never done anything so wicked and naughty, never pushed a man to satisfy her own wants, never fucked anywhere in her life except on a bed. God, this was horrid, wonderful, beautiful, a thrill to be remembered!
Molly's nipples filled and thickened as they rubbed against him while their bodies rocked, his cockhead languidly stroking her insides. With her legs supporting their coupling and her flexing thighs making things work, his hands were free to stroke her sides and squeeze her breasts. He massaged the shapely tits, tickling their undersides and brushing his palms across her nipples.
"I love fucking you," she whispered, puckering her lips for a kiss. "I absolutely love it!"
They kissed, and their tongues explored the insides of each other's mouth. Her straining thighs rose and fell, her pussy pumping his cock slowly. Her juices glistened on her shaft. His head bent further, and his lips moved to her naked tits. The mixed sensations made her shiver with lust. The lips of her snatch made a sucking sound, clinging to his cock, curving inward with each thrust and stretching to follow when it withdrew.
His breath tightening, he worked his prick deeper into her pussy, forcing the broad cockhead all the way to the back wall of her cunt.
Molly held her ass free of the stool and bucked against his crotch, fucking back at him impatiently. Working together, the pair worked themselves into a frenzy of lust. Her heated cunt sent out a musky aroma that teased their nostrils.
"Mmmmm," he murmured, "you're a hot one."
"I'm just a ... horny ... bitch," she gasped in time with her strokes.
"I like your pussy," he said, stroking the depths of her creamy cunt faster and faster. "It's the best I've ever had."
That turned Molly on even more. She took a deep breath as pleasure started to fill her. "I'm going to cum, sweetie! Your big cock is making me cum!" Her excitement rose to a scream as she babbled. "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Keep it coming, honey! Keep it coming!"
Her cunt collapsed around Carl's cock, squeezing it tightly. Her ass banged rapidly against the stool, and the stool toppled as she raised her other leg around his waist. Tightening her legs in a scissors grip, her ass rose and fell in mid-air as her passions rose rapidly to a peak.
Her eyes closed; her mouth gaped; a scream rose in her throat. The powerful orgasm tore through her straining flesh. Her gash became a blur, scorching his crotch with its heat.
Carl clenched his teeth as her love sheath vibrated around his cock, holding back his reaction to prolong her enjoyment.
And then ... it was over.
Breathing heavy, Molly unwrapped her legs and stood, bracing herself against the counter. She was unsteady on her feet.
"Oh, God, that was good!" She stared down at his stretched rod. Its wet length was purplish, the head a deep, crimson plum. His grimace added to the evidence; he was in need. "You poor man," she said, reaching out gingerly to touch the stretched male spike. "You didn't cum."
"Not yet," he grunted.
She turned and reversed their positions, pushing him back against the bar. Giving his cock a gentle stroke, she moved close to him. "You poor, poor-unghh!"
Her pussy caught the tip of his cock and she lifted her leg so that her stretched lips could snuggle around it.
He gripped her ass and lifted her, then allowed her to settle, taking his rod to the hilt.
"Oh, my!" She tittered. "Poor, poor me! Now I'm really gonna get fucked!"
"Good and proper," he promised, trying to control her as her ass wiggled, twisting her cunt around him.
But she wasn't going to let him do it-not just yet. With her hands wrapped behind his neck to support herself, she locked her ankles behind his back and started to ride his cock.
"You're the first man," she told him, twisting her ass while she levered her cunt up and down around his cock, "that I've ever fucked."
He understood her, and let her have her way. And secretly, he thanked Arny for being so inattentive to his wife's needs-for allowing him to steal this priceless treasure.
Carl mumbled encouragement, holding onto her hips and watching between her full, bouncing boobs as his cock slid in and out of her tight hole. Damn! It hadn't been like this since fucking the first time. Molly had the lusty body of a 25-year-old, and all the exuberance of a girl of 18. If he hadn't known better, he would swear she was just discovering sex.
"I'm going to cum," he gasped. "I can't hold back."
"I want you to, sweetie. Cum in me; fill me with your hot cream. I can't wait to feel it sloshing in my pussy."
"Oooh, you're gonna get it, baby. You're gonna get it!"
Molly giggled. "Promises, promises."
Her legs flexed, the strong muscles rippling.
The muscles in her cunt worked, too, tightening and relaxing around his penetrating shaft. The pussy action was new to her; she had never needed it before. Until now, she had always left her satisfaction entirely up to Arny.
"Oh, shit!" Carl muttered. His cock swelled and exploded.
Molly squealed with delight as she felt the first hot spurt of cum surge into her. It triggered another orgasm. She rode his sputtering cum-shooter, her passions soaring. Carl shuddered and groaned as her tight cunt drained every last drop of cum he had saved up for her.
With a smile, Molly released the scissor lock of her crotch and slid to her knees before him. She kissed the head of his limp cock, sucked it into her mouth, then licked it clean of their mixed juices.
"There," she said, giving his prick a pat. "It's as good as new."
"Not quite," Carl grunted, looking down at his cock. "It's exhausted."
"Just tired," she breathed sympathetically. "We'll give it a rest; it did such a good job."
"But that doesn't mean we have to stop," he said with a grin.
No, they didn't have to stop, but Arny always did at this point. He was always content with a single orgasm, often leaving her hanging without getting her own satisfaction. But the wonderful man with her now had a real appetite for sex. Molly chuckled with delight, and her tits bounced.
Carl shook his head, his eyes gleaming, as he observed the pretty pink flush of orgasm that colored her body. Her nipples were stiff, hard peaks. "Where's the bedroom?" he asked, lifting her in his arms.
She nodded in the proper direction, her aroused flesh rubbing against his as he carried her effortlessly. He whipped back the bedspread with one head, then put her down on the bed. He looked around the room, noting the delicate touches that gave the room a feminine air. But there was enough of Arny there to make him realize he was poaching. That didn't deter him; it only added spice to his pursuit of his friend's wife. He turned back to see Molly sprawled with her legs spread.
Carl stared at her pussy for a moment and grinned. Then, he settled on the mattress between her legs. She lifted her legs over his shoulders as he pushed his face into her crotch. A shiver rippled her flesh when she felt his tongue split her cunt lips and his tongue pushed into her cunt hole.
Molly jerked, and she pushed her ass up, pushing her cunt to his face. Carl wrapped his hands around her ass cheeks, and she combed his fingers into his hair, pressing his face tightly to her crotch. Her cunt hair rubbed his cheeks as his mouth nuzzled the sensitive folds of her sex. His tongue thrilled her, running up and down the swollen split.
"Do I taste good, sweetie? Huh?"
"Mmmmmmph!" he muttered between stabbing licks into her hot gash.
He tongue-fucked her until she squealed, and then he moved his attention to her stiff, pulsing passion button. His tongue licked around it, and he squeezed it gently with his lips. He drove her to the gates of insanity, her emotions a whirlwind of rising lust. She arched, and squeezed her thighs around his cheeks. A feline growl accompanied the flow of thick juices that bubbled from her love hole.
Molly writhed in the deep throes of passion. Ecstasy filled her each time his tongue stroked her clitoris. She fought against the orgasm-the ultimate high that would end the excitement. She wanted the carnal pleasure to last forever. But a feeble mortal could only take so much. The buzzing rose in her clit to vibrate through her quaking cunt channel. Her eyes rolled, and she cried out in excitement.
Her body shook violently as she started cumming. His tongue never stopped licking, stroking, pushing her climax to the limits of carnal endurance. The climax seemed to last forever, an acute sensation that drove her heart wildly and filled her mind with ecstasy so intense she just knew she had died and gone to heaven.
Her return to life was filled with regret. Dear God, why couldn't such pleasure go on forever and ever?
Her orgasm ebbing, she felt Carl's wiry body slide up alongside her still-throbbing frame. He drew her into his arms and kissed her.
"Oh, Carl," she whispered. "I think I love you."
"No, you just love the things I do to you."
"Is that all?"
"That's enough ... ," he told her gently.
CHAPTER THREE
Arny opened his jaws wide to get a mouthful of the woman's big tits. A moan escaped as the soft tit flesh flowed around his cheeks. He sucked hard, then let the swollen bulb slide from his hot, wet mouth so that he could tease the hard nipples with his tongue.
"Mmmmm," she murmured. "You really like titties, don't you, honey?"
"Love 'em!" he admitted, chewing gently on the stiff tips. The hand that had been stroking her hips and her thighs settled between her legs, and he pushed a finger into the woman's hot cunt. Her hips lifted eagerly. Damn, she was responsive! She made his own wife seem like a damp dishrag. If he had only married Brenda instead of Molly-but dammit, that was life. You had to make the most of what was thrown at you.
"You want me to make you cum this way?" he asked hoarsely, wiggling his finger in her pussy. "You want a teaser before the main event?"
"Ohhhh, yes!" Brenda cried, wriggling her ass eagerly and humping against his finger. "Please, do me!"
Of course, she wanted him to do it! The pretty bitch was game for anything that had to do with sex. And, God, her pussy was tight! Amazing! He knew Brenda had been fucking longer than Molly, but her pussy was still as tight as a virgin's.
But it wasn't fair to compare this blonde bombshell with his own wife. Molly was a cuddly, quiet little thing, a good cook, housekeeper, and, in general, an excellent wife. If she had been as passionate and responsive as her friend Brenda, Molly would never have waited until their wedding night to give up her cherry. And he would never have been able to leave home on his frequent business trips without worrying about her fidelity.
No, Molly was the perfect wife. An adoring companion, a good homemaker, and a willing, but undemanding, bed partner. But he made up for that on his business trips. A different woman, a different piece of tail in each town, supplied the variety his cock craved.
That had been until he had discovered Brenda.
It had happened six months ago, at a party.
Both Brenda and Carl had been drinking too much; they were far too gone to drive home. They had declined Molly's invitation to stay the night, so his wife, always the perfect hostess, had suggested that Arny drive them home.
While Carl passed out on the back seat of the car, the short drive had a sobering effect on Brenda. Or, perhaps she wasn't as drunk as she had appeared.
She snuggled close to him and tried to kiss him while he drove.
"Did you know that I'm crazy about you, Arny?"
"Don't be ridiculous, Brenda-"
"No, really. I've always had a crush on you-ever since watching you make that winning touchdown against Tech our last year in high school."
"Really?" he asked, his interest perking as he recalled his moment of triumph. "You've never said anything before."
"That's because that stuffy old Molly has a chain around you," she said with a verbal pout. "You're pussy-whipped."
"Not as much of a chain as you might think," he said with a proud chuckle. "I get around."
"I'm happy to hear that," she said, moving her hand down to the front of Arny's trousers to pat the hard bulge of arousal her attention had caused. She murmured appreciatively as she rubbed the organ into a full erection through the cloth. "You're obviously too much of a man to be so easily satisfied."
"Please ... don't do that!" he croaked.
Her voice was low in her ear. "I've never been accused of simply being a cock-tease," she whispered.
"Oh, God! You husband's in the back seat, Brenda."
"He's too far away," she said with a lilting laugh. "You're closer."
He stopped the car in her driveway and tried to push her hand away. But she took it as a game. Distracting him with a kiss, she found his zipper and gave it a tug. He settled back with a groan as she brought his prick out. Its pale length was vivid in the darkness: long and thick and as hard as a bar of iron.
"Oh, my!" she marveled, making the cock leap as she ran her fingers over the velvety surface of its head. "Look what I've found."
"Please ... no more!"
Her fist closed around the shaft, and she began pumping it with her fist. "This is crazy!"
"Yeah, isn't it? What a waste." She twisted in the seat to lean closer and brought her other hand around to cuddle the twin lobes of his balls while her fingertips tickled the stiff length of his throbbing organ.
He quit fighting, tamed by the soft warmth of her stroking hand. Her move had been so unexpected, which made it that much more exciting. If he'd had any idea she would be so ... accommodating, he would have pressed for this a long time ago. But a man didn't try to seduce his wife's best friend.
He groaned. There was no holding back now, he knew, thrusting his hips upward as the cum began to rise from his balls. She gave the shaft a final long stoke and slipped her mouth over the tip of it. She began sucking as he creamed. Strong, hot, thick jets of sperm splashed the back of her throat and were quickly gulped into her belly.
She continued stroking his cock, even after the flow had stopped, until he found the strength to push her away.
"No more," he gasped.
"A pity," she said, sitting back up and straightening her dress. "Do you suppose your wife will miss you if you come in for a cup of coffee?"
"Molly? Ha!" He motioned toward the lifeless form in the back seat. "What about him?"
"Leave him be. He'll be all right."
He stretched out an arm and settled his hand cautiously on her rolling ass as they moved up the walk to her house together. His cock twitched, his imagination flaring, as he felt the movement of her warm flank while she fumbled for her key and unlocked the front door. She didn't seem to notice his light touch, and he felt the guilty excitement of a young man copping a feel. But when the door opened, she wiggled back against him and he realized she wasn't exactly an unwitting playmate.
The coffee was forgotten. She turned into his embrace as soon as they entered the house, and they started kissing. Brenda moaned as they groped together in the dim light of the table lamp that had been left to ease the darkness. Almost instantly he realized that his wife's lady-like passion was no match for her friend's intense hunger. The lusty blonde was not even in the same league as his auburn-haired little bedmate. Mousy, was the word. Yes, Molly was a mouse; Brenda was a sleek, sexy feline.
"Brenda, we shouldn't be doing this."
"What'samatter, Arny?" she taunted. "Getting cold feet? Or haven't you ever cheated on Molly before?"
"It's not that...."
"Then it's me."
"Oh, God, no. It's not you."
He gave her another kiss, just to reassure her, and it started again. His balls filled with passion as her hot breath mingled with his.
He gave in to years of curiosity and started fondling her tits. She didn't push his hand away, letting it slip under her neckline and into the front of her dress.
"Find something you like?"
"Yeah, I think so," he breathed, squeezing her breasts through the clasping cups of her bra.
She chuckled and reached behind her back to unhook her dress.
He slipped it off her shoulders. His eyes had adjusted to the dim light enough so that he could see the shadowed shapes of her tits as he helped her remove her bra to free them completely. "Oh, God," he murmured, pushing his face between her naked breasts while she pushed them against his ears, almost smothering him in her luxurious femininity.
In the back of his mind, he couldn't help comparing Brenda's active participation to his wife's meek submission. Brenda held her tits in her hands and pushed her nipples at his lips for his kisses, shifting from one to the other to equalize the thrills that his sucking lips sent surging through her body. Experience had taught him that big tits weren't always as sensitive as smaller ones. But he happily provided the extra stimulation she needed to set her heart pounding and her blood pumping. Her nipples hardened into thick, fleshy spikes, and her tits took on a flush that was visible even in the shallow lighting.
Arny's hand slipped under her dress and between her thighs. He groaned with frustration as he encountered the barrier of pantyhose.
"I'll take care of it," Brenda said with a throaty laugh. Stepping back, she slipped off her dress. Sweat broke out on his brow as he watched her struggle with the pantyhose. Why didn't she just tear the damn things off?
Oh, God!
She straightened with a coy smile, and he caught his breath as he sighted the smooth-shaven lines of her sex.
"Disappointed, honey?" she cooed with a provocative smile.
"Disappointed?"
"I'll bet you thought you were going to be able to tell if I was a natural blonde," she teased with a wink.
"Yeah," he grinned as he ogled her snatch. It split her body neatly, the swollen lips forming two long ridges that curled between her thighs, looking pouty. "That was the thing that was uppermost on my mind."
"Liar," she mouthed, posing sexily. "You're overdressed, honey."
"Yeah," he said hesitantly. Then, trying to push away the thought that the naked woman standing before him was his wife's best friend, he unzipped his slacks. He worked mechanically, and his prick popped out as he pushed his pants off along with his underwear. Arny had been around enough women that he wasn't shy when his clothes came off. A different woman each month-every time he went on a business trip-gave a man confidence.
"Mmmmmm, Arny, baby," she breathed, a look of satisfaction in her eyes as she stared at his cock. "That's nice."
Her compliment made him feel virile, and he moved toward her once again, his cock waving in the air. It stretched high, his heavy, cum-filled balls banging against his thighs with each step he took. "You look good enough to eat."
"Fuck me first," she whispered softly, reaching for him and wrapping her hand around his hard cock.
He groaned and their arms encircled each other as their lips met in a lingering kiss. Her hand wrapped lightly around his neck, her fingers combing through his hair, while their naked bodies pressed against each other. Her breath tasted so sweet, how could he possibly resist? He moved his hands over her back and kissed her neck. Brenda moaned, her eyes closed. His palms spread around the moons of her buttocks and pulled their warm crotches more tightly together. A strong tremor of excitement made her body shudder around his. There was no turning back now. She wanted it. There was nothing to do but to take advantage of the moment and hope that it would fade from her memory when her alcohol-dimmed brain recovered its sobriety.
As the kiss ended, the naked couple sank to the floor. Nothing was held back now; neither was deterred by the fact they were cheating on their spouses and their best friends at the same time. Brenda raised and bent her knees while she spread her thighs for him.
"Now, Arny. Oh, God, fuck me now," she moaned. She reached for his cock, caught it, then pulled it to her waiting cunt.
Arny grunted as he lowered his hips to hers. His cock slid smoothly into the hot, wet tube of her sex. It was the culmination of a fantasy. He had dreamed of fucking her-as he did all the pretty women he knew-but he had never expected it would happen. He closed his eyes, savoring the pleasure as she tightened around him, and he began to pump his hips to hers.
"Oh, God ... Brenda, baby," he groaned, his dick throbbing and his balls tightening as her cunt clutched him.
"Mmmmmm, yes, honey! Oh, yes, yes, yes," she moaned, pressing upward to rub her hips against his in a grinding motion.
They pushed together, working their bodies against each other, the urgency building slowly ... steadily. Their speed increased ... until her ass was a blur, bouncing off the floor and banging hard against him ... until the full force of orgasm hit her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm cumming!" Her body arched high, shuddered, and began to jerk uncontrollably. "Aaaiiieee! Ah-ah-aaaiiieee!" she cried, and her body beat against his.
Arny heard her moans of ecstasy through the pounding in his ears. He felt her cunt convulse around his cock. His excitement peaked along with hers, and he released a flood of cum into her cunt. One shot ... two shots ... he rammed his hips to hers and held there as the last spurts dribbled from the tip of his prick, deep inside her.
The life immediately left his organ, and it slackened within her pussy.
"Damn, Brenda," he groaned, saddened as his balls shriveled, bringing to an end the short, sweet interval of illicit excitement. "Damn!"
They stayed together for long moments, waiting for her shudders to subside. Then, they snuggled quietly, relaxing in each other's arms while they caught their breath. A new bond formed between them, one that was more than friendship, one that would last long after the orgasm had passed.
"I guess forbidden fruit is always the best," he whispered, gently stroking her sweat-dampened body as his breathing returned to normal.
"Was it that good? For you, too?"
"Yes," he had admitted. "It was that good."
Arny hadn't had a strange piece of pussy since that night. There had been no need. Brenda had been joining him on his business trips, sharing his bed, and providing all the illicit sex he could handle. And then some. The woman was insatiable.
They were taking chances, but the odds of their spouses getting together and finding meaning in the similarity of their absences seemed slim, and the rewards were worth the risk.
This time, as usual, they had wasted no time after their arrival. They had begun to kiss and fondle each other the moment they entered their motel room, and now they were on their way to a full-blown fuck session.
"Unnhhh! Oh, Arny, honey, you do that soooooo good," Brenda groaned, her entire body shaking with lust as he continued fucking her with his finger.
Her body began to writhe, and her magnificent big tits jiggled and rolled from side to side. Long, blonde hair fanned across the sheets, rippling like spun gold as she writhed. The hungry maw between her legs dipped and weaved as his busy fingers stroked her obscenely.
"Ahhhhh, yes! Arny!" she gasped, thrusting her ass up against his fist. "Baby! I'm cummmiiinnngggg!"
He smiled, pleased with himself, as he encouraged her reaction. It might be fun, someday, to try this with his own wife, he thought, as he stroked Brenda's pulsing clit and watched her nipples stiffen while the shudders of excitement raced through her body. Her warm juices flowed copiously, and made his fingers slick as he teased her cunt lips.
"Oh, God!" she said, squeezing her thighs tight around his wrist, then releasing them with a sigh as her orgasm ended. "That was good."
"The best?" he prompted, as he always did after a moment of such intensity.
"The last one is always the best," she responded with a chuckle, as she always did.
Their lovemaking had fallen into a routine. But the excitement of their illicit affair hadn't yet begun to pall.
Arny shifted his position, straddling her on his knees and letting his prick slide across her body as he moved up on her. He paused and rubbed the drooling tip of his hard cock across her stiff nipples until she whimpered with excitement.
"Honey, let me suck your cock," she breathed.
Arny chuckled and pushed his throbbing cock toward her open mouth. "I thought you'd never ask."
"Yum-yum," she said, then caught the fat cockhead between her teeth. She held it for just a moment before letting its charged length glide across her tongue.
"Je-sus!" he moaned as her tongue swirled around his cockhead. "Baby, you're a cock-sucker and a half!"
She gurgled, her belly shaking with humor, and sucked his cock deeper into his mouth. Her lips slipped up and down his rigid cockshaft, her playfulness turning to heat. Her jaws quivered and somewhere behind him, her hips writhed as the throbbing began to build in her vacant cunt.
Arny pushed forward with a grunt as the flames of lust licked at his balls.
"Aaaaaarrgghhhh!" she groaned around the swollen cockhead as it pushed back into her throat.
Brenda sucked heartily. Her lover's prick pumped between her lips, fucking her mouth the way it would soon be fucking her cunt. Hollowing her cheeks, she drew on the meaty spike, coaxing a trickle of pre-cum juices to tease her palate.
"You want it, baby?" he panted.
"Urn aargh mmph!" she replied.
"You got it!"
She reached between his legs and squeezed his balls.
He fucked into her hard, stretching her throat muscles.
She dug her fingernails into his ass.
He yelped and launched into his orgasm. His prick jerked and sprayed hot cock cream deep into her throat.
Brenda gulped down the charge of cum as it shot into her. Her hunger matched his fervor and she swallowed shot after shot as he fucked wildly, slamming his hairy groin tight to her face and his spitting cock deep into her throat. She took it all, the thick white jism filling her cheeks between swallows. Her teeth dragged along his prick each time it retreated, trying to stretch out the orgasm just a few delicious drops longer.
"Ummmffff," Brenda whimpered. She twisted restlessly, turned on by the surging of the pulpy cock tip. Her belly was warm with frothy jism, and the heat dispersed quickly to her loins. She caught her breath as her frenzied excitement broke and another orgasm crashed through her. Hot cunt juice trickled down the seam of her thighs. Her own passion peaking, she chewed on his cock tip as its strength began to flag.
"Mmmmmmmm," she gurgled when his loose cock finally pulled away from her mouth.
She lay there, panting hard, but far from satisfied. Toying idly with his prick, she flexed its supple length and pulled the head back to her soft lips. She kissed it, thanked it, and smeared it lovingly with saliva. She marveled at its resiliency, feeling it begin to pulse again with life as her tongue teased beneath the edges of the broad cap that crowned the cockhead.
Arny smiled and pulled away. He scooted down between her legs and stared at her pussy. The outer lips were swollen to twice their normal thickness, and her pink inner lips peeked between them, glistening with a wetness that oozed steadily from her fuck hole. He licked his lips and bent forward.
"Ahhhhh, yessss," Brenda gasped as she felt her lover's tongue pry her snatch open.
Arny's tongue slipped between her puffy cunt lips, parting her sensitive flesh. Her hips arched upward. The tongue tip dipped deep into her tight pussy, scooping up juices that he slurped down with gusto.
His area of attention widened, and she shuddered with lust as he licked across her clit. Her ass wriggled on the bed, weaving seductive circles around the marauding intruder.
"Ohhhh, God, you sexy devil! You make me so horny!" Brenda squealed. "Fuck me with your tongue!" she demanded.
Her writhing set her whole body into motion, and Arny reached up to grasp her big tits as they rolled on her chest. He loved the spongy feel of her tit flesh. There was so much of it, and her broad, round nipples were a handful in themselves. He couldn't help but compare them with his wife's firm, thrusting peaks. Those were nice, too, but how could they compare with these massive tits?
As he squeezed her tits, he worked his tongue deeper into her cunt until its full length was sliding up and down her hot hole. Her warm juices rewarded him, and raw lust filled his loins. Everything about him was being stimulated-his mouth, his hands, his mind-except his prick, which was rubbing uncomfortably against the mattress, but that, too, would soon be sharing the excitement.
"Mmmmm, I like that," she panted as the thrills shook her body and made her pussy throb. "I love that. It feels sooo good."
Brenda never could keep still during sex play. She wriggled as she shoved her ass upward, pressing her cunt into Arny's face and smearing him with her juices.
Arny was lost in her hot, juicy cunt. His breathing was ragged, and his mouth made wet, smacking sounds. She moaned with excitement, thrilled as much by the sound as the feel of the indecent liberties taken by his hot, stroking tongue, and he growled like a starving animal. His fingers pried her farther apart, exposing more of her soft, succulent cunt flesh to his hungry mouth.
"Oh, God!" Brenda cried, humping up from the bed. Arny cupped the trembling cheeks of her ass, trying to hold them still while he munched on her hot cunt. Her cunt muscles began to tighten around his rapidly driving tongue. She pressed her horny cunt even harder against his mouth. "Uh-ugghhhh!" she grunted. "Oh, baby! Aaahhhhh ... "
The tongue continued working in and out of her pussy hole, catching the rhythm as her cunt twitches deepened in intensity. Then, with a sharp cry, she arched her back and drove her cunt hard against his thrusting tongue. She whimpered, her body rocking and writhing in a frenzy of lust.
Arny's tongue worked rapidly in her swollen, sex-drenched depths. His tongue rubbed her stiff clit. The sweaty woman gasped for breath, and her nipples stood out sharply in the center of her massive, rolling breasts.
"Ohhhh, Arny, I'm cumming!" she screamed, her ass shaking.
Hot juices smeared Arny's face, but he held tight, his tongue driving her pleasure. When her desperate humping began to ease, he transferred his licks to her throbbing clit and drove her to the heights of a second orgasm, one even more powerful than the first.
"Ohhh, baby!" she gasped, gripping his head with both hands and holding him fast to her crotch. "I love your tongue! I love your prick! Oh, God, Arny! I love you!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Molly was blazing the trail, but her view couldn't have been any better than Carl's. Following behind her while she gingerly searched for her footing on the narrow path, he allowed his eyes their freedom to run down her body, along the long sleekness of her back, over the shapely curvature of her ass, finally to savor the perfection of her legs.
They were both dressed simply in T-shirts, shorts and tennis shoes, but her outfit was sexier than his own. Her shorts were tight around her ass cheeks, and the bottom curves of her buttocks were intriguingly displayed-especially to a lecherous ogler in his enviable position behind her and several feet lower.
She came to a stop as they topped the crest of the slope, and he moved up to stand beside her. Trees soared around them, the chirping of birds serenaded them, and the scent of pines pleased their nostrils. But nothing was sweeter than the smile she turned to him.
"You say Brenda doesn't enjoy things like this?" she said brightly.
"Brenda's idea of roughing it is to lounge at an outside bar near the beach, shielded from the sun by an umbrella, while a waiter keeps her supplied with daiquiris."
Molly smiled. "Arny, too. We went camping once. It rained all night and the tent leaked. He hauled me home in disgust at daybreak. We've never gone camping since."
"A pity-"
"Oh, he doesn't miss it at all."
"I mean, for you. There's no reason you should miss out on life's pleasures just because he's-"
"There's nothing wrong with Arny," she said, cutting him off sharply. "He's not like you-but he does have his good points," she added quickly. She flushed, realizing her defense lacked the enthusiasm it should have had. Turning, she made a sweeping gesture toward the horizon and changed the subject. "You found this place when you were a Boy Scout?"
"Yep, and from the looks of it, no one has been here since."
"It is kind of secluded, isn't it?" she agreed with a pleasant smile. "Is that where we're headed?"
"That valley down there," he affirmed, pointing toward a green dimple between the hills that surrounded them. In the distance, they could already hear the trickling sound of a running stream. "There's a little waterfall."
"Great!" she said, giving the hot sun an unfriendly stare. "It looks cool down there."
"If you're hot, you can take off your shirt," he suggested, staring at the dark circles of her pointy nipples that were pushing through her thin cotton T-shirt.
"I'm not wearing a bra," she said with a sigh. "I know."
She blushed. "Why, you're nothing more than a lecher!"
"Why not?" he coaxed. "There's no one around for miles."
She thought for a moment, then grinned. "Yeah," she said, crossing her arms in front of her to tug at the bottom of her shirt. "Why not?"
His dick tingled as he watched her tits bounce when she yanked the T-shirt over her head and shook her hair free. She winked at him, scratched her nipples teasingly, then tucked the shirt into the fanny pack she was wearing and turned back to the trail. "Come on, let's go," she called back to him as she set off again.
Carl had more to contend with, now, than his footing on the precarious trail. A raging hard-on pressed against the front of his shorts, begging for attention.
The hike was the culmination of their weekend together. In a few short hours, their spouses would return and their fairy tale fantasy would come to an end. The "once upon a time" had happened, but would they all ever live happily ever after again?
Carl doubted it. After fucking themselves to sleep the previous night, they'd had the good sense to do something more wholesome today. But now, as he stared at Molly's sweaty back and guessed at the sight of her tits bouncing in front, he wished they had never left the bed. Carl knew there was no way for this thing to end and be forgotten-for them just to return to their staid, regular existence after this weekend ended. They would have to get together again. And again. And again.
But they still had a few idyllic hours left to enjoy before the serious problems of cheating began.
"It's beautiful!" Molly exclaimed as she came to a stop before a small pool of crystal clear water. Only a few feet to their left, a waterfall that was over twice their height splashed downward, the cool-looking sheets of water raising a damp spray that refreshed the air. To their right, the water bubbled away in a small stream that descended to the opposite side of the mountain from which they had come.
She surveyed the scene in silence for a moment, finding something sensual in the gurgling sounds that intruded upon the quiet of the forest. A shiver broke her short reverie, and she stepped forward and dipped a toe into the water. "Oh, my, that feels nice."
"Let's go skinny-dipping," she said, already beginning to tug down her shorts.
"How carefree," he said with a laugh, marveling at the way her thick puff of pubic hair flashed in the sun as it was exposed.
He jumped into the water and she came in after him.
The pool was too shallow to swim in, coming up only to their waists in the center. But that was fine with Carl. He pulled her into a wet embrace and their mouths fused. The kiss was light at first, but quickly became passionate. His tongue slipped inside her open mouth as he stroked her back. Then, his hands moved to the front to weigh her breasts in his palms. Their bodies moving in the water, they did a slow dance as he maneuvered her under the cascading mountain stream. While the water rained down on them, he grasped her buttocks and held her close so he could bend and kiss her neck. Before long, she could feel his stiff penis pressing between their bodies.
Under the water, his fingers found her sex opening and he spread her labia. Her own hand stroked his prick and her fingers stretched to gauge its impressive length and thickness. She bit his shoulder and his wet tongue skimmed the nape of her neck.
Lightened by the water, she hooked her arms behind his neck and gave an upward push. Her legs floated around his waist, and her cunt lips caught the knob of his organ. Its thickness stretched her opening as she settled firmly down upon it.
"Damn!" he muttered. "Where did you learn that maneuver?"
"Horseback riding," she replied. "That's the way you mount a stallion." Flexing her hips, she raised her thighs and stroked her vagina up and down the length of his swollen cock.
"Damn!" he muttered again.
"Giddy-up!" she teased with a grin, moving her supporting hands to grip his biceps so that she could lean back and give him room to mouth her tits while she made long cunt strokes along his stiff pole. Her nipples jutted out, and the stream of water from above them splashed on her chest and ran between the firm mounds of her tits.
He kneaded one tit with his hand while he licked and sucked on the other. He sucked the nipple into his mouth and bit lightly on the stiff bud.
She let out an impassioned yelp that echoed through the small valley. Whimpering cries of delight spurred him on.
She sped up her own movements, rolling her hips and twisting her ass without breaking the pneumatic seal as their organs slid and banged together. He felt huge within her, like a gigantic club stretching her pelvic bones into a comfortable saddle that would accommodate him. She tried to make a momentary comparison between his cock and her husband's, but found that she couldn't. How could she think clearly enough to recall the exact proportions of another cock while one was already stretching her pussy and making her juices stream? The effort was futile, and she gave it up.
The roar of the water falling around them wasn't enough to drown out the lewd sounds of their bellies slapping together. Someone with a video camera would have a ball right now, she thought, taping them fucking right out here in the open.
Oh, how wicked she had become! How wanton! Had it really been less than twenty-four hours since this wonderful man had opened her eyes to such reckless delights? Yes, but it had been her dream for ages-this freedom to fuck with abandon. Wherever she pleased. Whenever she pleased. Whomever she pleased.
That thought stuck with her and grew in her mind. No, it didn't have to be only with Arny. Or even Carl. It could be with whomever she pleased!
Carl mistook her gurgling laughter as a reaction to him. And it was, to a certain extent. But it was more than that; it was a joyous welcome to freedom. She could almost feel the chains of inhibition falling away. God, she was free, free, free! She was truly free for the first time in her entire life.
Giving a huge grunt, she slammed forward as she began to cum. He gasped and bucked against her, squeezing her ass cheeks tightly as he roused himself to orgasmic intensity and started spurting cum inside her. Their sharp cries startled the wildlife, and curious little eyes peeked in alarm from the bushes to see the wild antics of the strange animals under the falls.
She cooed softly as her feet felt once again for the rocky bottom of the pool. He held her lightly, the cooling tongues of water and the warmth of his body working at cross purposes. But their fiery passion gradually subsided, and she reached underneath his belly to squeeze the sac that held his testicles. It was loose now, and not as fat as it had been before. But she knew that was only a temporary condition.
"I've never fucked like that before," she told him with a happy smile.
"Under a waterfall?"
"That, too."
They found a grassy area on the bank and Molly stretched out a cloth she had brought and spread out their lunch. They stayed naked.
Molly liked that. Her eyes were free to stare at his dick while she ate her tuna sandwich. And she didn't mind him ogling her tits. In fact, it kept her juices flowing ... warm ... simmering just below the boiling point.
"You like sex, don't you?" he said after a while.
"I'm finding it so." She bit into a crisp celery stick. "Doesn't everybody?"
He frowned. "You'd think so, wouldn't you? But I think some people are too uptight to really enjoy it."
"I suppose you're right," she said slowly, thinking about herself before Carl, just a day ago.
"Molly," he went on seriously, staring into her eyes, "I really enjoy fucking you. Even more than I do Brenda."
"I think we should leave Brenda and Arny out of this," she said hastily.
"No, it's something that has to be said-to be faced. I love Brenda, and you love Arny. Yet, there's something between us-"
"Sex."
"-no, it's more than just sex."
"We have a problem, don't we?" she said softly.
"But a pleasant one." He smiled and reached across with a strong arm to pull her near, sliding her bottom across the grass, snuggling her body against his.
She couldn't resist dropping her hand over his cock. Just the feel of its soft, warm bulk was enough to start a churning in her belly. Was this instant reaction to a cock something new in her? Or was it just something that had been latent all these years, a reaction just waiting to be discovered, to be explored and enjoyed?
"Thank you!" she said joyously, throwing her arms around his neck.
"For what?"
"Oh, just thank you." She kissed him.
He cupped the cheeks of her ass and pulled her into his lap. Her long, shapely legs folded around his waist. It was a smooth, easy transition from lunch to ... lovemaking. "You are most welcome," he said enjoying the hot, wet kisses that covered his face, his neck, and his mouth while the tips of her breasts grazed gently in the hairy mane of his chest.
He leaned back on his hands and let her play. Oh, she was a tiger, this prim little housewife, such a sexy little piece. Her tongue plunged deep into his mouth, exploring with zealous abandon. His cock rose between their bodies, strong and demanding.
His hands ran over her perky tits, stroking the soft, spongy mounds until he felt her body tremble.
"like my tits?" she gasped.
"Love 'em."
"Hmmmm...."
He thumbed the dusky-rose buds of her nipples. They swelled and became thicker and longer. He bent his head and took in a mouthful of the warm, cushiony flesh. He teased on her nipples and sucked hard, drawing them deep into his mouth. Gasping for breath, she wriggled closer, until her cunt split was pressing against the upward thrust of his cock while he shifted his stimulating attention from one tit to the other.
Molly hunched upward. When she settled again, the hefty spike of his prick was caught in her pussy. Letting out a squeal of excitement, she rotated her hips and twisted her cunt around it.
"Hey! You did it last time. It's my turn."
"Better hurry," she panted, wiggling her cunt up and down the stretched shaft. "I think I'm way ahead of you." He grabbed her hips and coaxed her rabbit-like motion into long, slow strokes.
"Oh, God, baby," he groaned as she brought him quickly to a peak. Too quickly. "You're too much!"
He grunted and pushed her back onto the grass. Her cunt lost its grip, and she grabbed his cock as it waved free and pulled its head back into position.
"Fuck me," she said cheerfully, staring up into his eyes as he loomed over her.
He pushed into her slowly, with a satisfied smile. Yeah, this was better. His prick throbbed, clasped from end to end by the slick walls of her cunt. Their pubic bushes meshed in a thicket of crisp, dark curls.
"Oooooh," she cooed, and he felt her cunt muscles twist around him. "You have such a big cock, Carl...."
"like it?"
"Love it! God, it fills me so!"
His cock began moving. She was soggy with juices inside, and the liquid grip of her cunt made her soft and creamy, oiling his fuck pole as he stroked. He had to fight back his desire to control his pumping so that he could build their excitement with long, steady pussy strokes. Their genitals squished together, they sucked greedily, adding a sensual flavor to the gentle sounds of nature that filled the glade: birds chirping, leaves rustling, brook babbling, people fucking ... a serenade in the wilderness, a masterwork by Mother Nature, the earth goddess, herself.
"I love it," Molly cooed, rocking her hips. "I love your cock. I love your cock in me."
"Ditto, ditto, ditto," he grunted.
"Do you think you can fill me so full of cum that it runs out my ass?" she asked cheerfully, smacking against him and grinding her mound into his groin.
"I can try ... floating your eyeballs."
She laughed, and he fucked hard, trying to turn her humor into passion.
But her power seemed greater than his, and the bucking and rolling and rippling of her cunt around the rigid shaft of his cock pushed past his reserve and drove him into a blind frenzy of lust. His speed increased steadily, the strokes shortening as the rhythm intensified.
"My God, Carl!" she gasped. "It's too much!"
He sucked in his breath and drove his shaft deep. "Enjoy, baby," he grunted. "Enjoy!"
Her pussy clasped around him. Another fast, furious fuck stroke and they were pushing the peak together. His prick swelled inside her pussy, and the juices gushed from her pulsing cunt walls.
"Aaaiilyyyaaahhh!" she screamed, her eyes rolling as her face glowed with ecstasy.
He fucked faster, harder, slamming into her groin and smacking his balls against her ass. His prick exploded. A river of hot cum surged into Molly's cunt.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Molly screamed, the muscles in her body coiling tensely. Another powerful stroke of his spouting prick drove her ass into the ground and her tension broke. Passion soared through her body, and her mind whirled with ecstasy. She started cumming and floated for a short eternity in a whirlpool of surging sensations.
Writhing and rolling, she tried to sustain the intense pleasure, wanting it to last forever. But it ended despite her efforts. With a heavy sigh, she collapsed, as lifeless as a rag doll beneath him.
"Oh, God, Carl," she whimpered. "What have we done?"
"I'm hot," said Arny.
"We can make it cooler," said Brenda, reaching to adjust the controls of the air conditioner.
Arny took his eyes off the road for a moment to glance at her. "That's not the kind of hot I meant," he said with a glint in his eye.
She grinned. "Dammit, Arny. You're the horniest man I've ever run into in my life." She scooted closer to him in the seat and let her fingers flutter across his leg. The car slowed momentarily as she gave the warm lump between his legs a gentle squeeze.
"Shit!" he groaned, as her fingers reached deep between his legs to trace his balls through the material of his trousers. The bitch liked teasing a man in a car. In fact, he remembered, that was the way this whole thing had started.
She tittered. "I swear, Arny, you've got more here than any two men I've ever met. How do you do it?
He grinned. "Lecherous thoughts, I guess. I just have a dirty mind."
"Hmmm," she murmured, opening the front of his trousers to ease the pressure on his growing erection. "And a big cock!"
He laughed. "I'll just have to take your word for that. I've never actually matched it against another guy's before."
But she was doing just that, comparing it mentally with her husband's and three or four others she'd had before him. She felt its heat as she rubbed the swollen shaft that was stretching the cotton cloth of his shorts. It thickened even more in response to her attention. It was a big one. It really was.
"You're not doing much to make the temperature go down," Arny commented as he shifted in the seat.
"Just give me a little time, honey...."
Arny lifted his hips and let Brenda work his trousers down to his knees. And then his shorts. His dick jerked upward, its wobbly tip almost striking the steering wheel. "Is that better, baby?" she purred, tracing the thick column from his balls to its flaring tip with her fingertips.
He let out a grunt that could have meant anything.
Brenda laughed and twisted around so that she could stretch across the seat with her head in his lap. His sweaty crotch gave off an odor that brought back memories of the jocks she had fucked, and a thrill ran up and down her spine. "I'm not bothering you, am I?" she said, settling herself comfortably.
"Oh, no," he lied. "Not at all."
"You can drive?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll just slow it down to sixty...."
"Hmm." She stuck out her tongue to tickle his stiff stem, and thrilled as she watched it make a mighty leap. Then, she grasped him with her dainty fingertips and pulled him downward so that her hot, moist lips could slip over his tip.
He gulped. Her breath was hot against his crotch, and his cock throbbed as she tongued its wide head. He knew there was no stopping her now, and that was a relief. She was going for the cum.
"Mmmmm," she whined. "Yum-yum!"
Brenda sucked his full length into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the rigid shaft, and her hot saliva added to its heat. Driving with one hand, he caressed her head, combing his fingers through the blonde hair that spilled over his lap. He couldn't see what she was doing, but he could feel every suck, every dribble, every lick.
"Dammit, Brenda! You are the best cock-sucker-"
"Mmmmm! Mmpffh!"
"Oh, shit-the cops!
Brenda felt Arny stiffen, and the car slowed perceptibly. But his cock didn't soften in her mouth; if anything, the excitement increased its stiffness and added another half-inch to its length. But fear gripped her. There was nothing she could do but lie there, wedged awkwardly in the car with a penis stuffed in her mouth. She had no idea how many laws they would be charged with breaking ... if they were caught.
A tense minute passed before she felt Arny ease. "There they go-after that red sports car that whizzed past us a while ago. That was a close one. Oh, God."
Brenda gave a sigh of relief, and her lips began working around his dick once again. Adrenaline had sharpened his senses, too, and the heavy masculine throb of the vein that ran the length of his prick had strengthened. She fondled his balls with one hand as she felt his hard body shake and his breath quicken.
Arny had been blown by a number of the girls he had picked up on his business trips, and once, he had even paid for a professional to do the trick. But none of them had ever attacked his cock with as much gusto as the horny blonde who was working between his legs right now! Damn if she wasn't awesome! What a pity he couldn't get her to teach Molly a few tricks. But that wasn't something you did in today's civilized society. Wives and lovers weren't allowed to share secrets. What a pity! If you could just combine Molly's love with Brenda's lust-Wow! What a combination!
The tickling sensation in his nuts built as Brenda's lips swept up and down his hot shaft. His balls clutched, trying to contain the energy that was building, the cum that was rapidly reaching a boiling point.
His eyes glazed, and it became difficult to see the road. The car began to weave, straddling the white line momentarily before being pulled back into control. He slowed and pulled over to the shoulder, then leaned back in the seat with a sigh of resignation.
Brenda sucked lustily, becoming impatient for the taste of his cream. Her clothing had become uncomfortable, and she wished she were naked. She wished they were on a bed, lying together, with his head buried in her hairless snatch while she sucked his balls.
Suddenly, his thighs tensed, and one of her wishes was granted. Arny's cock jerked, and hot cum erupted in her mouth. Brenda moaned, and she gulped down a long draft of the hot, liquid passion.
"Aaagghhhhh!"
Shot after shot of jism stretched her cheeks before being sucked into her belly. And then, she was licking away the remnants, cleaning up his prick so they could put it away and he could take it home to his wife, fresh and clean and no worse for the wear.
"How was that?" she asked, rearranging her dress as she sat back up. She was flushed, and her breathing wasn't quite stable. "Cooler?"
"Yeah," he said with a satisfied grin. "How about you?"
"How much farther do we have to go?"
"About fifty miles."
"Damn!"
He chuckled, deep and lustily, understanding her frustration. "There's one more rest stop on the highway before we get home," he told her.
She smiled and cuddled up close to him again. "Oh, that would be nice...."
CHAPTER FIVE
"Are the dishes done?" Arny asked, looking up from his newspaper as his wife stepped into the room. He let out a soft sigh. The paper was only half read, but it was Wednesday night. She would be wanting that, of course.
"Yes. Could we talk, Arny?"
"You mean before?" her husband joked. "I thought women only wanted to talk afterwards, while the man just wanted to puff on a cigarette and wipe his cock-"
"Don't be crude, darling," she said, sitting on the sofa and patting the cushion for him to join her. "This is serious."
"It must be," he said gruffly, trying to appear as if his libido was being squelched, although that wasn't the problem at all. He had been thinking about this moment all day long, hoping that a hard-on would magically happen in time to perform his husbandly duties, but that had not happened. Not yet. "What gives?" he said, settling next to her.
Molly didn't know how to start. She had decided that making a clean breast of it was the only way. He would either kiss and forgive her or throw her out. Either way, her conscience would be eased. She just wasn't made for this cheating. And the bad part of it was that if Carl would appear in their doorway right there and then, she would run into his arms, Arny be damned. That's how bad off she was.
Molly moved closer to her husband, hoping to soften the blow. She looked into his searching eyes and couldn't hold back the little shiver that ran through her as it always did when she responded to those liquid orbs.
He was flattered by her reaction, and he allowed his gaze to run up and down her body. Her blouse wasn't much of a match for her perky tits. They weren't as massive as Brenda's, but they did have their appeal. And the shorts that she was wearing were tight around her crotch, biting right into the split of her sex.
The magic started, and his dick began to harden.
"Are you pleased with me?" she blurted out.
"Pleased? Why, of course I am."
"I mean, do I satisfy you, fully and completely?" There! It was out-the challenge she'd been dreading to issue.
He thought for a minute, then took her hand in his. "Darling, I don't think any two people are perfectly matched for each other. That is, sexually-I think that's what you mean."
"Yes," she murmured, avoiding his eyes, "I meant sexually."
"Baby, we've been married for three years now. It's only natural that you should be experiencing these doubts." Which, of course, could be an explanation for my own behavior, he thought. Funny, he talked about sex more with Brenda than he did with his own wife. Could the novelty of that be the reason his dick was now getting so hard? "Honey, I just want you to know," he said, words coming tumbling out that he had never expected to be able to utter again, "that, no matter what, I love you. I really do."
He bent his head and kissed her. For him, the subject was closed. She tried to shake free. It was unfair! She had given him his opening to complain; now it was his turn to give her a chance. This was ... this was ... so soft ... lingering ... seductive.
"I forgive you," he whispered, "for being less than perfect at all times. Love me?"
"Yes-"
The bastard! Less than perfect at all times! How about himself-the two-day-a-week wonder-whether she needed it or not!
Molly bit her lip to hold back the nastiness that threatened to rush out and glanced down at her husband's crotch. Oh, God! She trembled eyeing the huge bulge there. It was big-maybe even bigger than Carl's. Confession suddenly didn't seem quite so important as it had earlier. Maybe the big lug didn't even deserve it. Only one thing was sure right now: she wanted to fuck her husband. She wanted to feel his fat meaty cock deep inside her pussy.
"I want you, Arny," she said in a voice husky with emotion.
The pleading stirred fire in her husband's veins. Lust blinded his vision, and Arny grabbed his wife and pressed his mouth down firmly on hers. The words were different coming from Molly than they would be if they'd come from Brenda. They had a sincerity born of love.
Molly melted in her husband's arms. She had never felt such an intense hunger for him before. Her extramarital lovemaking had actually increased her interest in fucking-not only in fucking Carl, but in fucking Arny as well. And, of course, it was the right thing to do with her own husband. They could fuck their brains out, in any way they chose, without violating any moral or legal codes. And if morning came before they had sated their lust, what the heck, they could fuck through the next day, too!
"Arny," she murmured, breaking the intensity of a kiss that had gone completely out of control.
"Hmm?" her husband asked, coming up from a daze.
"I want you to fuck me silly tonight, darling," she said. "I want you to fuck me every which way but loose!"
He gave her a puzzled look. "Fuck? Such language! Where did you pick up that word, my sweetheart?"
Molly blushed. Before the night was over, he might notice a few more tricks she had picked up, too. "Will you do it?" she asked.
"I'll try, baby," Arny replied with a throaty chuckle. "I'll try my best."
She couldn't ask for more than that, she thought, relaxing in his strong arms. "What would you say," she suddenly asked, "if I told you I had a lover?"
He frowned. "You mean, somebody in the daytime?"
"Something like that."
He laughed. "Hey! I'd say go to it! Maybe I'd even take a lover myself," he added with a wink.
Molly stiffened. "like who?" she demanded.
"like, oh, maybe your friend Brenda."
The auburn-haired woman's eyes widened. "You mean to tell me you have an interest in Brenda?"
"Hey, why not? She's a sexy woman."
Molly grinned and shook her head. "Brenda's not the kind of woman who would ever tumble for a guy like you," she said firmly. Brenda wouldn't be satisfied with anything but a real stud, she thought, but she was careful not to hurt his ego by telling him that. A real man-somebody like Carl. "No, darling," she cooed sympathetically, "you'll just have to be satisfied with little ol' me!"
That thought brought back the guilty feelings. She had Carl, but poor Arny had no one but her. The young wife covered her husband's mouth again. Their tongues twined with serpentine grace, quickly dispeling their venomous taunts about infidelity.
"Mmmmm," Molly moaned, shivering as she pressed her body tightly against his. Clothing had become a distraction, and she longed to feel his muscular chest pressing directly against her straining tits. Her fingers clawed for the first button of her blouse, and her husband took over from there.
When they were both naked, he rolled her off the couch and onto the floor. Molly leaned up on one elbow and stared down across her husband's brawny chest and the flat, sturdy plane of his stomach. Her gaze continued, then it locked on his huge cock. It was a sight she had never lingered on, a treat she had never allowed herself to fully savor before. She had always taken it for granted. Until Carl, she'd never had another cock for comparison.
"Arny, I never realized," she said a little sheepishly, "your cock is huge!"
"That's what all my ladies say," he said lightly.
"Which ladies?"
"The ladies I meet on my business trips."
"Prostitutes, call girls-"
"Hey! You don't think I could pick up a decent girl in a bar-maybe even seduce another man's wife?" he asked with a leer.
"Oh, Arny, honey! I'm sure you could...." If you only had the balls to do it, she thought, grinning as she reached down to squeeze her husband's swollen prick. Even if it was only teasing, his talk about other lovers softened the guilt she felt over her own infidelity. He made it sound like a joking matter-nothing to be taken really seriously.
Her husband rolled her over on the floor and fondled her tits, and then her cunt. "But one thing is sure, you do have the prettiest pussy of them all," he admitted honestly as he tickled his fingers through her small, dark clump of pussy curls and made her squirm.
It was a nice compliment. Carl had liked the looks of her pussy, too-said it was even nicer than Brenda's. Perhaps she ought to be an artist's model, or a striptease artist at one of those places where they took it all off. Wouldn't that be a kick?
Arny pressed down atop his wife. She sighed, enjoying the crush of his hairy chest against her trembling tits. She kissed his broad shoulder and ran her fingers through his chest hair.
A tremor of want rumbled through her cunt. Oh, God, how had she turned on so fast? Perhaps the dread of confrontation that had occupied her all day long had somehow keyed her passions. Now, being with her husband, knowing all the while that she was a scarlet woman, intensified her excitement.
"Fuck me, Arny," she gasped, reaching between their bodies to give his cock a coaxing squeeze. "Don't wait. Fuck me now!"
He slipped a hand between her legs to check her arousal and found her warm and wet. "So soon?" he asked dubiously.
"Ohhhh, yes, Arny! And then we can do it again, and again, and again." She gave his hard cock several long strokes, reinforcing her demands. Its warm bulk throbbed in her hand. Her fingers stretched lower and found his balls were swollen with hot cum. "Fuck me, Arny! Can't you see how juicy my cunt is for you?
Fuck me now!"
But Arny wasn't entirely a believer. Not quite yet. Wiggling against her while she stroked his meaty hardness, he cut off her demands by driving his tongue deep into her mouth.
She struggled around it, gurgling, her passions aflame. Very soon, his emotions were flaring, too.
"Now?" she whimpered when he finally broke the kiss for a gasping breath of air. "Will you fuck me now? Please?"
He grunted and pushed her legs wide. Spreading her pussy split with the fingers of one hand, Molly tugged on her husband's prick.
"You're wallowing like a whore," her husband muttered, mocking her need mercilessly.
Molly tittered. "What do you know about whores?" she asked.
"Babe, don't flatter yourself thinking you're the only one who has ever felt the kiss of my cock," he said with a grunt as his huge hunk of meat slid into her pussy.
Molly gasped, startled as much by his admission as by the thrill as his entire length sank into her juicy twat. He had never said anything before about other women. He was lying, of course. Bragging. She pushed the thought aside so she could concentrate fully on the feel of the huge shaft that stretched her pussy.
He lifted and dropped his ass, driving their loins together with a bone-jarring thud. His balls slapped between her legs and tantalized her with their soft, warm bulk. Her juices lubed his shaft and made his motion easier.
"Oh, yes!" she sang out sweetly. "That feels nice."
Arny thought so, too. He ogled her tits while he pumped her steadily, fully appreciating for the first time their upward thrust. They were so different from Brenda's huge mammaries-they jiggled with life while Brenda's flopped around listlessly. But both had cock-stiffening appeal.
Molly noted the direction of his gaze. With a soft purr, she scratched the bottoms of her tits, accentuating their roundness, then tweaked her nipples. He got the idea and leaned forward. She aimed a nipple with her fingers, and he caught it between his lips and sucked and nibbled on it while he fucked.
"Oh, yes, Arny, darling. I like that...."
Molly's thighs lifted from the carpet and flexed as he sucked on her tits. Electric tingles worked their way to her spine, where they joined the jolting charges that were fed by his cock thrusts. A pleasant torment fogged her brain and misted her vision. Her breathing quickened, and the mental image of the man fucking her changed into that of another man. Carl. For a while it was Carl's heavy dick spreading her cunt lips, fucking her all the way to her womb. Then-to her pleasant surprise-that image, too, faded, and it was replaced by another man-another man whose naked body she had never even seen before. It was Troy, her neighbor from next door-Maria's husband-and his sexy body was fucking the daylights out of her. Oh, Troy ... Troy.
Arny's ass was driving fast, now, flattening her butt against the rug and limiting her cock-teasing movements. Sweat dripped from his chest to her tits. Her pussy was frothy, a greasy, sloppy pit that sloshed and sucked noisily on the thick rod that plundered her depths.
"Say when," Arny gasped, pulling his auburn-haired wife's attention back to the present. And to himself.
"When!" she croaked feebly, embarrassed by the obscene pleasure of her disloyal thoughts.
"You asked for it, baby-ugh! You've got it!"
He slammed hard into her lush body. The mental images blurred and became one with the excitement of the fuck pole swelling in her cunt. Molly shrieked as her orgasm jolted her being like the eruption of a fiery volcano. Her head tossed and turned and a meaningless babble of ecstasy bubbled from her lips.
Her husband's cock drove her, ramming her pussy and jamming against her clit, mashing it and encouraging the throbbing that sent buzzing pleasure rolling through her groin.
"Aggghhhhh!" came his strangled cry, and it was immediately following by a pulsing stream of manhood washing into her loins.
Her cunt clutched tightly, convulsing in time with his pulsing cock, coaxing forth spurt after spurt of his frothy semen until his ball sac was drained dry.
Molly gasped and jerked wildly. A second orgasm rippled through her tortured frame, weaker only by a degree than the first that had torn her emotions to pieces.
It was three in the morning. Molly had opened one sleepy eye to determine that, now she closed it again. She had been exhausted when she fell asleep, but now most of that exhaustion was gone. She smiled in the darkness as she remembered the cause of that exhaustion, and that made her aware of the soft pressure of a naked body against her back.
She liked the feeling. They used to sleep together naked all the time. Why had that changed? What had caused his underwear to come out and her to start wearing nightgowns? Had it really been the cool night weather? Or had it been a cooling relationship?
Of course, that wasn't it, she thought as she turned and snuggled up against her husband's bare back. They still loved each other-now even more than ever. Their initial curiosity and enthusiasm about all things sexual had just matured into a ripe appreciation of each other. It was the natural evolution of a relationship.
But was it natural to have this desire for other men? she wondered as she let her arm slip around to find her husband's cock. Only a thin sheet covered them.
"No!" Arny grumbled in his sleep, pushing her hand away. "Tired ... "
Well, I'm not! she thought, bristling. Then, she calmed. Of course, he had to go to work in the morning and she was just being selfish. But still, she sighed, throwing the sheet aside and sitting up, horny. Her feet searched the floor for her slippers in the darkness.
She walked into the bathroom and tried not to think about it as she relieved herself. She dabbed carefully between her legs with a tissue when she was finished, but each touch raised a tingle. God, there was no denying it, was there? What had caused her to be such a sex fiend? Had it been Carl?
She considered that for a while. No, it hadn't been Carl. Carl was nice-wonderful, in fact, but images of other men held equal position in her imagination ... images of men she hadn't even fucked.
The possibilities. The thought echoed through her mind as she flushed the commode and stood up. The possibilities ... not only was there Carl ... and Troy ... but she could even get a rise thinking about the young man at the grocery store. Butch-wasn't that his name? Butch was a college man who bagged groceries to help pay his tuition. Probably nineteen or twenty, and addicted to tight tank-tops that showed off his rope-like muscles. Molly's mind returned to the jocks she had dated in college-dated but never fucked. Without that incentive, they had lost interest quickly and turned to other, more accessible, women. like Brenda.
And, of course, that was exactly why Brenda was the bitch she was now. She had never learned to restrain her desires, and now she couldn't even be true to her own husband. Which didn't make her friend too much different than herself, Molly realized, flushing with shame. Brenda had just started earlier. And, Molly had to admit, if she could do it over again she would do it exactly like Brenda had. She would have fucked herself silly. And there was no doubt what Brenda would do now. Molly looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Brenda would use her beautiful body to seduce that college stud.
Posing naked before the mirror, Molly twisted and tried to give her body a critical appraisal. How would she compare, say, for example, with a pretty coed in the eyes of a young man like Butch? Of course, she was older-but only four or five years, and what she lacked in youth she made up for in experience. After all, she had been married for three years, and that was a lot of fucking. She was sure she could show a few tricks to even a promiscuous nineteen-year-old. But first, she had to get his attention.
She arched her back and stared in the mirror at her tits. Nice ... big and shapely. Her hands squeezed her nipples, and she shuddered as she imagined they were the young man's hands. A warmth came to her loins, and she could feel herself turning to liquid inside. She turned slightly to get a peek at her ass. Her butt cheeks were plump and firm, no trace of sag yet. She could hold her own against any coed, she decided, unless they were endowed with a massive set of jugs like Brenda's.
In that case, she would just have to resort to her piece de resistance. Her eyes examined her naked pose, from the auburn hair on her head to the matching flash of curls that stretched across her crotch like a protective hand. At least, she topped Brenda in that respect. From her single years, she knew that her friend's cunt curls-when she still had them-didn't match the blonde hair on her head. She remembered that Brenda had always bemoaned the fact that her boyfriends, expecting those two areas to be similar, had always accused her of bleaching her hair. Molly chuckled. Most blondes had to cope with that problem, but she didn't. She had a beautiful cunt, and everything matched.
Her fingers parted the silky down, and she gasped as she caught sight of the delicate slash of her cunt slit. She watched, as well as felt, the entrance of her finger into her body. The hot flesh throbbed, soaking the finger with her juices and making it slick and slippery. Eager now, she widened her stance and spread her split with the fingers of her other hand to expose her clit. The tiny nubbin peaked enticingly from its clasping hood. She touched it and moaned aloud. As she massaged it gently, her hips began to weave.
Now, her eyes closed and she pictured a man standing there with her. Her hands became his hands, wrapping around her from behind, and she pressed backward, frustrated because she couldn't actually feel the swell of his prick pressing into her thigh. But his fingers twisted and twirled, stroking her hole and rubbing against her clitoris while she gasped for increasingly shorter breaths and her whole body began to tremble. Fingers squeezed and rubbed, and they began to assume the proportions of a male prick in her imagination. Beads of sweat formed on her brow as a sequence of mental lovers fucked her in rapid succession. Arny ... Carl ... oh, God, faster, faster ... Troy, now ... Butch.
She let out a sharp cry as a paroxysm of ecstasy overcame her. Her cunt walls contracted and convulsed around her fast-stroking finger. It pulled out when the feeling started to ease, and rubbed directly against her clitoris, building to another delicious peak. She fanned the flames, encouraging the buzzing in her cunt for as long as it could be sustained, before her stretched emotions finally gave up and refused to respond anymore. She sagged, exhausted, and finally satisfied.
Strange, she thought while she washed her sticky hands in the sink, why did she need that? Arny had already fucked the daylights out of her, as well as he had ever done.
But that was no longer enough, she realized as she slipped back into bed beside her husband. Arny hadn't changed, but she had. He was no longer sufficient to satisfy the intense hunger that had, somehow, begun to rule her every waking moment.
Sated and satisfied, at least for the time being, Molly drifted off to sleep, her sleep-summoning thoughts flickering between men before settling on one to dream about: the image of a young college stud.
"Butch...." she murmured softly in her sleep. "Oh, Butch...."
CHAPTER SIX
Molly nibbled at her toast and stared out the window thoughtfully. She'd had a dream-filled night, and she was trying to forget it. Fortunately, the details had left her. But she remembered enough to know that the dreams had not been the kind that should be filling the mind of a loyal wife.
The phone rang, and she let it ring three times before answering lazily. "Hello."
"Hi, Molly."
"Oh, good morning, Brenda."
"You sound tired, honey."
"I am," Molly replied with a yawn.
"Wednesday is your night, isn't it?" the other woman asked with a smirk in her voice.
"Brenda! How did you know that?"
"Why, you told me, didn't you? Or was it Arny?"
It had to have been her; Arny would never have told the other woman something like that. "Well, it was exhausting," Molly admitted.
"Only that?"
"Well, no. It was ... very satisfying."
Brenda laughed. "Such enthusiasm! But he's the one you have to convince, not me." Then, her voice softened. "You're the lucky one. We didn't."
"Oh, I'm sorry-"
"Sorry? Why? It's not your fault. Unless you've been dicking my husband."
"Of course not," Molly sputtered guiltily.
Brenda laughed again. "That'll be the day, won't it? Naw, it is just that Carl's been preoccupied the past week or so, and I'm horny as hell."
"You've always got your lover," Molly said nastily.
"No, honey, not until this weekend."
"This weekend? But I thought you were going to your mother's."
"Don't be silly, Molly. That's just a ruse. I haven't seen my mother in ages."
"You mean-"
"That's when I meet my lover. Want to know who it is?"
Molly hesitated. "Do I know him."
"Uh-huh."
"Then, no! My God, Brenda, how could I ever have respect for the guy again, knowing that?"
Brenda laughed. "You're too much, Molly! Do you know that?"
"I don't see what's so funny!" Molly said stiffly. "Just because I believe in treating a husband-"
"Forget that, Molly. A husband gets no more from me than he deserves."
"Surely, you don't think ... that Carl's cheating on you?"
"I wouldn't put it past him, honey." Her tittering humor faded, and her voice took on a throaty quality. "Too bad you don't have the hornies, like me."
"W-why?" Molly asked, her friend's suggestive tone raising a twinge in her groin.
"We could go out and have some fun. I know this neat little place where salesmen hang out in the afternoon-not the deadbeats, you know, but the guys that have already made their quotas and have money to burn-"
"Brenda! You don't mean-"
"-And hard-ons to match."
"My God! We're married women!"
Brenda had told her to dress sexy. To Molly, that meant something from Victoria's Secret that would have been tasteless and illegal if worn outside the house. But she did the best she could, choosing a pair of rugged denim shorts that showed off her attractive legs and a scoop-necked, patterned tee that fit loosely around her bra-clad tits, highlighting without flaunting them.
Of course, Brenda did her one better. The billowy blonde wore a crocheted cotton tunic and coral-colored, skintight leggings. She wore nothing under the tunic, and even a blind man would have no trouble making out the intimate details of her big, floppy tits.
"Brenda!" Molly exclaimed, her eyes registering her disapproval. "My God!"
"If you've got it, flaunt it, I always say." She reached across the seat, holding the car door open for Molly. "Come on, get in. Let's go!"
Molly stayed a step behind her friend, feeling embarrassed, as they entered the bar. They had missed the lunch crowd, but a half-dozen business-suited men still lounged in small groups near the bar. A foursome was playing pool. Several looked their way when they entered, but went immediately back to their conversations, paying them no special attention. As they took seats at a table and a waitress rushed over to serve them, Molly suddenly saw why. She found herself staring directly at a pair of bouncing, bare tits.
The bar was topless.
Brenda laughed at her as the nubile waitress bounced off with their order for daiquiris.
"Haven't you ever been in a place like this before?" she asked.
"Never!" Molly replied firmly, her cheeks bearing a crimson flush. "Brenda, this is not the kind of place-"
"Brenda! Baby!"
"Walter! Honey!"
The blonde jumped up and into a big bear hug from a big, ungainly man with a gray balding head and a beefy red face. The kiss they shared was not that of strangers.
Molly tried to accept it all nonchalantly. After all, it wasn't her reputation at stake. A shorter, younger man was one step behind Brenda's friend, and Holly's heart fluttered as she saw the way he stared at her, ogling her openly from her bare legs to her cloth-shrouded tits. He deserved nothing more than a slap in the face. Of course, it wasn't his fault. Naturally, he'd think that birds of a feather flock together. Her cunt tingled as she realized that he was probably thinking of her in the worst possible way.
Brenda introduced Walter and the pair joined them. The middle-aged man sold widgets, or something, and he'd just made a bundle on an order from a Japanese car maker. His younger buddy, Fred, was just learning the business.
When the waitress returned with their drinks, she brought the men's drinks from the bar. Cooing pleasantly, the bare-breasted woman stepped behind Walter and rubbed her tits against the back of his bald head. Molly was sure the girl's maneuver was illegal, but the waitress was rewarded with a five-dollar tip.
"Anyone else want a fiver?" he asked with a guffaw as he looked from Brenda to Molly and back again.
"Honey, could I take a rain check on that offer?" Brenda asked with a teasing wink.
Molly just gave him a disgusted look. Was Brenda just having a hoot? She couldn't see what her friend saw in the man; he had no sex appeal at all.
Fred turned to Molly while the other couple talked together with obvious familiarity. "Do you dance?" he asked.
"Just slow ones," she replied, then bit her lip. But it was too late. Fred was already on his way to the jukebox.
As he returned to the table, the soft strains of The Tennessee Waltz filled the air. "I haven't heard that in years," she said nostalgically as she rose into his outstretched arms.
Fred was a good dancer. And an exciting one. He didn't try to hide the pleasure he got from rubbing his body against hers.
"Baby, you do something to me."
"I know," she gasped, feeling his hardness rising to press firmly against her belly through their clothing.
The music stopped, and they found themselves standing in a comer of the dimly lit barroom. He kissed her. She panicked at first, and looked for help toward their table. But their companions had disappeared, leaving their drinks behind.
Another platter clicked into place: Johnny Mathis.
"Chances are ... if I wear a silly grin...."
She couldn't blame it all on the music. Some of it was him. Some of it, her. He kissed her again, and she found her arms circling him automatically. The feelings were so sweet as their bodies pressed together. She moved one hand to his neck and combed her fingers through his short hair. His breath tasted spicy. His hands moved over her back. When he pulled his mouth away and kissed her neck, Molly closed her eyes and moaned.
She had never before responded so fully to a complete stranger. God, what a bitch she had become! A whore! Cursing herself, she gasped breathless encouragement as his hands moved down her back to slip under the waistband of her tight shorts and wrap over the nylon-covered rounds of her ass cheeks. It was impossible to quell the excitement stirred by the feel of those strong hands taking possession of her.
"I've never done anything like this before," she said helplessly. But the protest was too little, too late.
"I know. You're not like your friend."
Thank God he understood! At least he could save her from herself, even if she couldn't. She tried to step out of his embrace, but let out a soft groan as his grip tightened and he lifted a hand to touch her breasts.
"Oh, God, Fred-"
"Freddy."
"-Freddy, don't!"
He chuckled and squeezed her tits. Powerful thrills rolled through her. "Oh, Freddy...."
He encountered no resistance as he pulled the T-shirt free of her shorts and slipped a hand up inside, over the bare skin of her stomach, leaving quivering heat behind as he reached for her breasts. His adept fingers released her bra in the back, then moved back around to push her bra cups aside so that he could freely caress the fullness of her ripe globes.
"Oh, my God," she groaned again, feeling her nipples stiffen as he plucked them under the cover of the flimsy cotton tee.
"C'mon!" he suddenly muttered hoarsely, and he grabbed her wrist and yanked her down a short hallway. He pushed her through a door before she had a chance to resist, and a shudder of excitement stabbed at her loins as she realized they had braved the sanctity of the ladies rest room together.
"You shouldn't be in here," she said as she glanced around at the big mirrors and the marble counter that held the sinks.
He laughed and reached for the bottom edge of her T-shirt. She let him yank it over her head, and her loose bra disappeared along with it.
"Wha-what if someone walks in?"
He grinned. "They'll just have to wait their turn. You're first, baby."
He lifted her breast and bent to lick the nipple. She threw back her head and moaned, giving in completely as he licked and sucked on her sensitive tit spike. The feelings were wonderful, accentuated by the fact that this was a strange place, a strange man-a marvelously unpredictable man, who had dragged her into a ladies rest room and who probably even planned on fucking her there. But she couldn't blame him entirely; the wish was hers as well as it was his. If they ended up in jail, she had no one to blame but herself.
Freddy fumbled feverishly with her shorts, unzipping the fly and pulling them down her legs. He left them dangling from one foot, then slid his hand back up over her thighs and reached for the waistband of her panties. The garment tore in his eagerness to bare her sex, and he tossed it into a comer of the rest room.
"Let's have a look at that hot twat, baby," he said, settling her ass on the edge of the comer and pushing her smooth, round thighs apart to expose her sex for his demanding eyes. "Damn! That's a juicy-looking snatch!"
Being ogled by a stranger served only to thrill Molly even more. Suddenly, she understood the look in her friend Brenda's eyes when she had watched the bald man hand money to the waitress. Brenda was whoring, but not for the money. The money was only a token, a reward, a prize. By screwing herself silly, her friend was winning the Homecoming Queen competition over and over again, in the arms of every adoring man she gave in to.
But for Molly, this was the first time she had experienced such a thrill.
Satisfaction fueled the hot blush that covered her face as Freddy's fingers slid between her legs and stroked the wet groove that was embarrassingly wet. "You're a hot one," he whispered, pressing his thumb between her cunt lips and against her clitoris.
Who wouldn't be? she thought wiggling helplessly around his finger. Her lubricating juices leaked from her slit and began to run down the insides of her thighs.
"Nice and tight, just the way I like it."
"Let's see you," she finally croaked.
Freddy grinned and pulled his shirt off over his head. Then, he kicked his shoes away.
"Let me do this," she said with a coy smile, reaching over to unbuckle his belt. A moment later, his hard dick leaped out into her fist. It felt strong and sturdy. One hand cuddled his balls while the fingers of the other traced the lines of the vein-corded shaft before pinching the thick, pulpy knob that capped its end. A drop of sex juice oozed from the tiny eye of the plum-colored cock tip. She clutched the erect organ, feeling it jump and jerk while he finished removing his trousers.
Naked, the man moved between her thighs. The auburn-haired woman's eyes widened and she gasped as she felt his prick bump the cleft at the base of her belly and saw his thick, black patch of pubic hair mesh with her fine, auburn curls.
"Do you want me, baby?" Freddy asked, grinning lecherously as he positioned himself between Molly's splayed thighs. "I never fuck a woman without her permission."
"You know I do, you bastard," she said, responding with a grimace as he enticed her further by sawing his thick cock between her spread legs.
"Tell me, baby. Tell me how much you want it. Tell me to give it to you."
"Ooohhhh, God, yesss! Give it to me! Fuck me!" she cried, begging for the stranger's attention without a trace of shame. She was a randy bitch, no better than a whore. "Fuck me!"
Freddy pushed his pole between her cunt lips-cunt lips that were oozing lewdly with want. Molly's ass arched up off the counter, begging for a complete union.
"You're tight," he remarked. "As snug as a glove."
"My husband-likes it," she said defiantly, trying to shame him with the knowledge he was seducing a respectable married woman.
He laughed. "Lucky him!"
Molly couldn't help herself. Her cunt muscles fluttered as his thighs clenched and he drove his spike forward, splitting her cleanly. She gasped as the full length of his rod drove into her man-hungry vagina.
"Unnnnnggggg, ooohhh, yes! Fuck me! Harder! Please-harder," she begged.
The man grunted and worked to grant her wishes. Driving his cock hard, he thrust it in deeply. She let out a scream, and her quivering thighs shot into the air behind him. Her toes clawed at space while her cunt squeezed around the thick pole that penetrated her interior. They both began to jerk involuntarily as lust overcame their reserve.
Panting, Freddy crawled up onto the counter with her so that he could drive more powerfully into her clutching cunt. His juice-soaked cock hair rubbed against the protruding head of her clit, sending mind-bending chills up and down her spine. He rose higher, driving harder, forcing his hairy groin against the gaping maw of her cunt. Her cunt lips burned, her clit throbbed, and obscene pleasure filled her head.
"Auuuggghhhh, here it comes, baby!" Freddy gave a strangled cry. The thick head of his cock swelled in her cunt. A shudder shook her hips, greeting the first thick spurt of cum as it surged into her straining channel. His fat cock became slicker, and his strokes more rapid, pumping in time with his spurting seed.
"Oooohhh, shit!" he cried. "Oooohhh, shit!"
The auburn-haired housewife sucked in a deep breath of air as the intruder snaked through her body, spouting its potent cream. The cum oozed out from around the pumping cock and made the countertop slick under her hunching ass. The heavy strokes were tearing her emotions, driving her ever closer to an illicit orgasm!
When the ripples of sensation became too powerful to control, she yielded to the tension and let her bottom drop back to the cum-slicked surface of the marble counter. The microseconds of anticipation ticked by incessantly as Molly held her jagged breath, waiting for the tension to break, for the surge of relief, for the spasms to begin.
"Aaa-aaaiii-aaaiiieee!" Her cunt walls collapsed around the pulsing thickness of his cock. "Aaaiiieee!"
Her cunt spasmed as his big balls slapped against her writhing ass.
"Oh, my G-G-God! I'm c-c-cumming!"
Wave after wave of sensation washed over her. Her white bottom shook and hot cum boiled from her pussy hole. The sensations continued for an eternity of seconds, until every muscle in her body finally collapsed in exhaustion.
Finally, she leaned up on her elbows and wiped a wet curl away from her brow as her eyes roamed the unfamiliar surrounding to finally settle on the man who had desecrated the temple of women's privacy and fucked her so well.
She gave him a pleasant smile. "That's the first time I've ever fucked in a ladies room."
The Heartbreak Motel predated Elvis, and no one Molly's age remembered its original name. But they all knew its reputation. It was the spot in town for assignations-late-night, early-afternoon, whenever. And, as such, it was a sanctuary, a safe place for adultery. The entrances to the close-spaced units weren't visible from the street, and no one ever disclosed who they saw going in or out of the place, because that would reveal that they, too, had been there, partaking of forbidden pleasures.
Molly's alcohol-dimmed brain couldn't recall whose idea the motel had been. Maybe Brenda's; maybe Walter's; maybe even her own. But it had been obvious when she and Freddy returned to the table that Brenda and Walter had been off in a comer doing the same thing they had been doing. And neither couple was fully satisfied.
And so when someone suggested the idea of getting a bottle and moving the party to the Heartbreak, they had all eagerly agreed.
Now, as Molly looked over the small room, she didn't feel quite so sure. Two beds; two couples. She had never done anything like that before-never fucked in the presence of anyone else; never watched another couple in the heat of passion. The very idea brought a hot flush to her body.
Freddy seemed to sense her reservations, and he pulled her into a kiss that soon had her mind spinning again. Out of control. He pulled her down with him onto one of the beds and shoved his hand up under her shirt to cup her bare tit. Her bra had been left behind in the restroom of the lounge.
Despite the thrills that raced through her, it embarrassed her to be fondled so intimately in front of her friend. But a quick glance at the other couple showed that they were too wrapped up in their own games to pay any attention to Molly and her lover. Brenda's flimsy top had disappeared, and she was flaunting her bare tits proudly.
So Molly would have been a prude to keep her own shirt on. And she would have missed all the pleasure of Freddy sucking her nipples. There was none of the frenzy now, that he had shown in the women's rest room. He just took his time, licking and nibbling and thoroughly enjoying her tit flesh.
When she looked back toward her friend, Molly finally understood what Brenda saw in her middle-aged lover. His pants were off, and he had the biggest cock she'd ever seen. Its fat head flopped against his knees as he moved toward the bed where Brenda lay, spread like a whore. As he crawled onto the bed and straddled her, she grabbed his cock and started licking it like an ice cream cone. It hardened rapidly, and soon the swollen head was gliding over her tongue.
"Aaahhhh, Brenda, baby," he groaned when her head began bobbing up and down his cock. It was too big for her to gulp more than half of it down, but Molly could see her cheeks flexing around that part of it, working it rhythmically.
"Oh, fuck, Brenda, here it comes!" With a big groan, the bald-headed man released his load of cum deep inside her mouth.
Molly could hardly believe it. Her girlfriend was gulping down cum right before her eyes! Brenda had no shame, no shame at all. The blonde's hands tightened around the man's ass cheeks, trying to force even more of his spouting cock down her throat.
"Oohhh, honey, that was nice," the woman purred as she released the semi-hard prick and let it swing in the air over her face. She turned toward the bed Molly and Fred were sharing and said, "Score the first point for our team."
So it was a contest she wanted, was it? It was all just a big game to her. Well, Molly might not be as experienced as her big-titted friend, but she could play the game, too. She clasped Freddy's head to her breasts while he nipped and kissed the tips to hardness. Then she lifted her hips and let him draw down her shorts. Her cunt was bare; her torn panties had been left behind with her bra.
"We're behind a point," she whispered to Freddy. "We need to catch up." She raised and bent her knees and spread her thighs wide.
"Don't worry," her partner said with a grin.
"We'll get 'em." Crouching between her legs, he licked his lips as her stared at her neatly trimmed muff. His mouth dropped to her pussy.
Molly had expected to be fucked, but this was all right, too, she decided as she felt his tongue slip into the gap between her cunt lips. She cupped the back of his head in her hands and arched her hips upward toward him.
"Oh, yes, Freddy," she purred, tightening her thighs against his lightly whiskered cheeks. "Eat me, sweetheart. Eat me."
Freddy's hands cupped her smooth ass cheeks and held her still so that the tip of his tongue could find all of her sensitive surfaces and crevices. When her moans became a steady wail, he began flicking his tongue against her clit. Her hips jerked in response.
"Ooohh, God! Yesss ... ooohh ... Freddy, baby" She arched high off the bed and stiffened. Her climax crashed over her.
While the shudders of orgasm wracked her body, the man on the other bed was pumping his hips between her friend's thighs in. long, powerful strokes.
"Ooooooohhhhhh! Oh, honey! Fuck me!" Brenda moaned huskily.
Her lover rammed harder, driving her up another wall before she had descended the first. And then, at the peak of her excitement, he released his flood of cum into her yearning cunt.
The two pairs of lovers took turns, one orgasm following another, until both men were completely exhausted.
As the afternoon lengthened, both couples lay silent, with only the sound of their breathing filling the room. Finally, Brenda pushed up on an elbow and looked across her lover's body toward her friend.
"What's the score?" she asked with a grin. "Who won?"
"Surely, it was me," Molly said softly, enjoying the glow of satiation that warmed her body.
"No," said one of the men. "I think it was a draw."
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was the morning after. And Molly couldn't get the day before out of her mind.
What a terrible thing she had done. She had sunk to the depths of depravity, there was just no getting around it. Cheating with Carl had been one thing, but that ... that orgy had been nothing more than a concession to her basest desires.
Lust!
And damn if it hadn't been fun, she thought, giving herself a teasing grin in the mirror.
Molly, you are nothing more than a trollop-a scarlet woman. Bitch, whore-the words were all too good for her.
Oh, but wasn't it fun? To think that she had this sensual nature, this hot desire hidden deep inside her. And now, it was out in the open and there was no turning back.
Yep! She nodded, eyeing herself critically. There's no turning back now. Molly has found herself a new hobby!
She was wearing shorts, just as she had the day before. A different pair, but just as tight and revealing. An elastic bandeau wrapped around her top, leaving her belly and her cute, dimpled bellybutton bare. A quick yank would bare her tits-if someone were so inclined.
She leaned forward and painted her lips with bright, red lipstick. It gave her a garish, younger appearance. She popped a stick of gum into her mouth for the final touch. It popped as she chewed, and after a minute, she was able to blow a small bubble.
Molly laughed and grabbed her car keys. Then, she headed for the grocery store.
Molly was careful not to buy any perishables. Her purchases filled two small grocery bags.
"Those are heavy, ma'am. Let me do it."
"Oh, Butch, would you please?" Molly said, giving the athletic-looking college boy a big smile as he bent for the bags.
She exaggerated the motion of her hips as she led him to the car and brushed against him, as if by accident, when he set the bags in her car.
"Those bags are heavy," she said. "You make it look so easy."
He grinned at her and flexed his muscles proudly. "I'm in pretty good shape."
"Hmm," she marveled, moving closer. Shielding her action with her body, she reached right down and squeezed his cock through his shorts. "I like big, strong muscles ... "
"Ah, yeah." Gulping, he backed away, looking embarrassed.
She blew a bubble, let it pop, then chuckled throatily. "It's hot today, isn't it?"
He glanced up at the sun. "Yeah-"
"I can't wait to get home and get out of this," she said, plucking at the material of her breast band. "And these." She dropped a hand and rubbed it provocatively over the crotch of her shorts.
The heat was getting to Butch. Sweat broke out on his forehead. He was used to the neighborhood housewives flirting with him, but this ... damn! Could it be the real thing?
"If you're all that hot," he said cautiously, "you could cool off for a while in my van over there."
"Does it have a nice, carpeted floor? "Oh, yeah!"
Molly tittered. "I'll bet it's covered with condoms."
"Oh, no! I-it's-" He stammered to a halt, then grinned. "Well, there might be one of two of the damn things in the comers. The van gets a lot of use."
Molly's eyes raked boldly over his muscular figure, evaluating his physique and imagining the size and shape of his sex.
"If you'd like to, ah-" He straightened, feeling suddenly confident. Pulling a set of keys from his pocket, he held them out to her. "I'm do for a break. I'll be along in a minute."
She blew another bubble, took the keys, and grinned at him. "Hurry, love. I don't want to miss my soaps."
Molly had several minutes to think about what she was doing-time enough to gather up her clothes and rush home like a proper housewife. But, instead, she stayed.
Molly was naked when Butch finally scrambled into the van.
He gawked, staring at a pair of the sexiest tits he'd ever laid eyes on. And, God, she was even more naked than that!
"Oh, baby," he breathed, settling down beside her.
"Molly," she said. .
"Molly? That's a nice-"
"-housewifely name."
He laughed. "I'm Butch."
"I know." She pressed her mouth to his and started unbuttoning his shirt. "I've had my eye on you for a long time, Butch. You look like you can give a lady a good time." Her hands ran over his hairy chest and her tongue pushed between his lips.
Butch was dumbfounded. By and large, the housewives in the neighborhood were dull and drab, but there were a few of them sexy enough to keep him mentally drooling and his dick primed and ready. He probably could have fucked one of the others, but he had never dreamed that a great-looking chick like this would ever take a tumble to him. Husbands or boyfriends kept the good-looking ones in check-or, at least, so he had always thought.
He had watched this one before, and even fantasized about her in his odd moments-surprising her in the produce section ... pulling her clothes off ... ripping into her between the lettuce and the tomatoes. But he had never, ever, envisioned a reality as hotly intense as this!
Once Molly had decided to go for it, she had cast all her reservations aside. She had no idea how many of her neighbors had seen her crawl into the van, and she didn't even care. All she knew was that she had set her sights on Butch and she had to have him, no matter what the cost. They might even get arrested, but she was bound and determined that she would first get a cunt full of Butch's hard prick.
When Butch's shirt came off, she pulled him atop her on the floor so that his hairy chest could rub against her up-thrust tits. That satisfied him for a little while, then he began kissing and sucking on her nipples while his fingers explored her, finally settling between her legs and slipping knuckle-deep into her pussy. Her wetness made it easy, and his finger pumped her rhythmically.
Molly groaned as Butch's mouth bounced back and forth between her tits, sucking one nipple and then the other.
"Oh, baby! Oh, pretty, fucking baby!" He squeezed one of her breasts with his free hand, making the pink spike protrude sharply, then he groaned and sucked on it. "Molly, baby, you've got the most beautiful tits ... "
Molly was thrilled by the compliment. She arched upward, squashing her tit against his face. "Suck me, honey," she moaned. "Show me how much you love my titties."
While he sucked on one sweet, thrusting mound, his hand massaged the flesh of the other globe. Her nipples were sharp, swollen buds-almost handfuls in themselves.
Molly began to unbuckle his belt. Then, she pulled his zipper down. The muscle she had brushed her hand over in the parking lot and tried to picture in her mind suddenly became breathtaking reality.
Molly couldn't control herself. She rolled Butch over and pushed her face into his crotch. His prick almost leaped into her mouth. She kissed it, licked it, then pulled it in until his balls were dangling across her chin.
This is not being lady-like, she told herself. I'm blowing my cool. Her tongue swished over his lengthening rod. He's going to think I'm no better than one of the young hussies he usually fucks.
But Butch wasn't thinking that at all. He was staring down to watch the way her pretty lips slid up and down his stretched rod, riding it from top to bottom, tip to balls. What a difference a few years made! This woman was nothing like the college girls he usually fucked-this woman had experience. Panache, he thought, finally finding a way to use the word that had puzzled him in English class. He had yet to meet a coed with such a taste for cock.
Molly thrilled him as she worked to please herself. Her mouth stroked his dong like a pussy, slipping and sliding along it, then her lips caught in the flange at its end, gripped it tightly, and twisted around it in a manner no pussy had ever done.
"Christ, Molly! That's fuckin' great!"
"Haven't you ever had you cock sucked before?" she cooed around her mouthful of dick. "Never like that!"
"Hmm." She bobbed up and down on the hard spike, sucking heartily as if trying to turn him inside-out through the little hole in the end.
The young man groaned and jerked upwards, wanting more of her mouth ... wanting to fuck all the way into her throat. Christ! I'm not going to last much longer at this rate-and damned if I don't want to fuck the hell out of her pretty pussy! But he was enjoying it too much to stop her. He just wiggled his ass deeper into the carpet with a sigh, staring down to watch the sexy sway of her hanging tits while her lips rapidly stroked him toward orgasm.
Only a few moments later, his body tensed under her. She dug her fingers into the firm flesh of his ass and held tight. His prick exploded, spraying his youthful seed deep into her gullet.
Molly gulped on the hot cock cream while Butch's howls bounced from the walls of the van. God, it was so much cum. She couldn't catch it all, and it leaked from his lips as his prick recoiled and fired over and over again.
She raked her teeth along the sensitive surface of his man pole as the flow finally petered out. Recovering, she sat up, rolling her tongue over her lips to lick up the overflow.
"Ummmmmmm," she gurgled happily, frothy cum bubbles oozing from her lips. Then, she swallowed it all down and again began chewing the wad of gum that had been parked away temporarily in a comer of her cheek. "How was that, lover?" she asked, popping a bubble.
"Jeez...." was all he could say.
Molly laughed, popped another bubble, and stretched out on her back on the rug. Her hand encountered something stashed in the comer of the van, and she held it up for inspection. It was a colorful, foil-wrapped packet.
"Neat!" she exclaimed gaily, tearing open the packet. A condom fell into her hand. "A cute little balloon!"
"Save it for later," he said gruffly, pushing apart her legs. He dived for her cunt like a starving man.
"Oh, my! Oh, Butch!" She wiggled beneath him as his tongue parted her pussy lips and slipped into her gleaming, pink interior.
Jeez, what a feast! This was too fucking much! This had to be the sweetest tasting cunt hole he had ever laid his lips on. His nostrils twitched. Damn! She had perfumed her cunt!
"Something wrong?" she asked cautiously, watching as he wrinkled his nose and pulled back slightly to stare at her pubic patch.
"You smell-"
"My God! I hope I'm not-"
"No, no! I mean, nice."
Molly's naked body relaxed in relief. "I did it, especially for you, lover, this morning. I hoped you'd like it. I didn't know whether you'd prefer gardenia or lavender-"
"Lavender's nice."
"That's gardenia."
"Oh." He looked at her thoughtfully. "You did it for me?"
"Oops! I shouldn't have said that."
"Why not?"
"Well ... men don't like to be seduced, do they?"
"Seduced? Shit...." He grinned as he stared down at the prize that sprawled before him, her nipples hard and thrusting and pussy juice gleaming in the crack of her split. Who is she trying to kid! He was the one who had suggested the van, wasn't he? After he had gotten her all hot and bothered in the parking lot. Seduced? Ha! He could pick and choose his dames. But, what the hell. Let her think whatever she wanted.
Grinning from ear to ear, he dipped his head back down between her legs, knowing that he was fully in charge of the situation. His tongue split her cleanly, and forced its way into her slick hole. This was his first married lady, and he was surprised to find her as tight as the coeds he was used to. His balls clutched at the thought; she was going to be just as much a delight to fuck as she was to eat out.
He licked and sucked on her delicate cunt lips until the heat in his gonads became impossible to ignore. Upping the pace, he found her clit with his tongue and covered the tiny, sensitive bit of flesh with saliva. She reacted, as he had expected, grabbing his head and crying out with need as she pressed his face tightly to her pussy. Seduced him? Who was she trying to kid! She was putty in his hands. He was the stud.
"Ohhhhhh ... Butch! Ohhhhhh, God! Oh, my! That feels so, so good! Yes, yes! Eat my pussy! Eat it good!"
Her writhing excited Butch even more, but he knew he had to finish this. Then she would be ripe, ready, and so fucking sweet to fuck. He tongue-fucked her while her ass bucked and her cunt worked against his lips. God, he had never seen a woman so worked up before-a woman responding to him. Damn! If a woman like this fucked so easily, imagine the others he could have. Hell, he could be fucking horny housewives all day long ... and they paid him for this fucking job! God, he should be paying them!
"Aaaaah!" Molly gurgled, locking her thighs around his head. His nose was squashed into her cunt hair, and each breath he drew had to be dragged through those sweaty, juice-dampened sex curls. A randy, feminine odor began to spice the delicate, perfumy smell that had cloaked her before. Her pussy lips widened to almost completely engulf his mouth. "Eat me!" she shouted. "Make me cum!"
Everything moved, everything she had-tits, ass, hips, thighs. He was totally enmeshed in billowing femininity. Her nails clawed across his back, sending shivers of excitement through him.
Butch became impatient with his own pent-up passion. If her leg-lock hadn't been so tight around his neck, he'd have rolled her over and fucked her right then and there. But, damn her! She wasn't going to give until she got her jollies first. He rammed his tongue between her spongy pussy walls and rubbed his nose against her clit. She let out a howl that certainly must have penetrated the walls of the van-maybe even enough to arouse curiosity in the produce department.
"Yesssss!" she screeched. "Oohhh, yessss!" Her lower body rose in a writhing contortion, and then dropped back to the van floor. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Her hips lashed upward. "Oooohhh, Butch! I'm cumming so good!"
Butch's tongue worked rapidly, fucking her squishy pussy. The spongy walls pulsed around it, driving him almost out of his mind with hot desire.
Aaaahhhh-aaahhh-aahh-ahhhhhh ... "
The orgasm left her body as rapidly as it had come. But it left a lingering contentment. "Oooooh, Butch," she sighed dreamily. "That was nice."
"Spread your legs, babe. It ain't over yet."
She raised her head and stared at his hard cock. It was red, and thick juices smeared its end. "Oh, yes, Butch! Fuck me!"
He rose on his knees between her outstretched legs, and his cock swayed above her like a club. She grabbed the condom and slipped in over the end as he pushed forward. The touch of the latex-covered head to her cunt lips sent a shiver through her. He leaned forward and pushed.
His cock nailed her ass to the carpeted floor. His sanity wavered. He had never felt so much pressure on his cock before; her cunt muscles were literally trying to squeeze the life out of his prick. Flames from her body licked at his balls and filled him with their heat. His gonads were red-hot, his cum boiled around them.
"Hmm, Butch ... you have such a sweet cock."
Her sexy voice sent chills up and down his spine. This babe was too much! Her enthusiasm made him twice the man he had ever been before, and he rewarded with her long, gliding strokes that drove her passion.
"What a marvelous cock, Butch." She sighed and relaxed, settling back to enjoy what she knew could hardly be delayed much longer. "You must be straining, lover. Go ahead, cum in me."
"like this?" he gasped, forcing his huge cock into her to the maximum.
"like that," she said, feeling the swell of his prick.
A stab of excitement seared his brain, and his cock began spitting liquid fire. Trapped in the latex sheath, it bubbled around the tip of his cock as another surge stretched the thin reservoir. Losing all control, he jabbed her soft pit like a maniac, ramming in and out, fucking himself senseless in her feminine depths.
Despite herself, she was unable to stop from writhing. She craved the feel of that liquid heat that the latex held back from her. But, ultimately, something inside her snapped, and she cried out, joining him in orgiastic excitement.
"Whatta you think?" he asked, watching her dress as he pulled back on his own clothes. She smiled and reached for her purse. "I think you deserve a tip," she said, handing him a ten-dollar bill.
Butch looked at the bill. Holy shit! They were paying him! Damn! It was a cockeyed world. But, then, when you were a stud....
Molly climbed from the van and tugged at her shorts until they weren't quite so tight around her crotch. She blew a bubble and popped it. "See ya," she said with a grin, then turned back toward her car.
"Damn!" Butch muttered. "Shit-double damn!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Fucking Butch changed things for Molly.
Until then, she had thought that her infidelity was based on love. Yes, she loved Carl-not quite in the same way she loved Arny, but it was love just the same. There was no reason a woman couldn't love more than one man. After all, you loved more than one parent, more than one brother or sister-men were no different. Sure, a husband was something special. But a woman had room in her heart to love more than one man-especially if that woman had a deeply sensuous nature.
But how about that romp with Brenda? She couldn't deny having enjoyed fucking Freddy. But that was just a lark, a passing imagine, an accidental encounter that had led to something, well, a teeny bit naughty, perhaps, but nothing more serious than flirting with a guy across the tables at the fast food place. Freddy meant nothing to her.
But, Butch ... that was a different story. There had been nothing accidental about that; it had been a carefully planned and executed seduction. She had started by telling herself it was an exercise to prove her femininity.
Well, she had done that. And she had also proved that she could fuck anybody and everybody she wanted. And that was an awesome discovery. Because, right now, she was getting the hornies again. And the man that dominated her mind at this moment was not her husband, not Carl, not even Freddy or Butch, but her next-door neighbor, Troy.
Troy was a tall, muscular man of about thirty-five. He and his wife, Maria, owned a small physical fitness center. Maria was into muscles. She had developed her physique to almost masculine proportions. Huge biceps, triceps, quadriceps-the whole bit. And no tits at all.
Molly often wondered how Troy felt about that. Did all those muscles really turn him on? When they all got together for backyard barbecues, Molly often found Troy's eyes staring at her. Staring at her tits, to be more precise.
Now, just what would it take to get into his jockstrap?
"Hi, is Maria there?"
"No-is that you, Molly?" The voice on the other end of the line softened. "Maria is watching the shop today. I stayed home to catch up on the yard work."
"Ohhh...." The disappointment in Molly's voice was exaggerated. And artificial. She had already figured out the situation, watching Troy putter around in the backyard all morning long. "I guess I'll just have to postpone my sunbathing today," she said in a despondent voice.
"Hey, don't worry on account of me."
"But I always sunbathe ... nude."
He chuckled. "Are you afraid I'll peek?"
"Well, I wouldn't want to shock you."
"Heh, heh! Shock me? Molly, baby, you won't believe this, but I have peek holes in the showers at the health center. You wouldn't believe the things I've seen those crazy women do-"
"Hmm." Her voice was almost a purr. "I'd love to hear about it sometime. So, I have nothing to worry about from you?"
"Not me, baby. In fact, maybe I'll come over and join you."
"You mean ... I show you mine, and you'll show me yours?"
"Heh, heh, heh. That's exactly what I have in mind."
"Naughty man! Ta, ta, Troy. Give my love to your wife."
The kiss that she blew across the line could have been meant for Maria. But it was so sensual, it couldn't help but lose something in the translation.
Molly stepped gingerly. It was a beautiful summer day and she was naked. The grass was cool and scrunchy under her bare feet, and it made her feel a bit naughty as she moved toward the lounge chair and table in the middle of her back yard. She set down the things she had thought she would need for her little afternoon escapade: sunscreen, dark glasses, portable radio, and a paperback novel that she hoped wouldn't be necessary.
It was a new experience for her; she had never before walked out into her own backyard completely bare-assed. The vine-covered fences on both sides of the grassy yard were only waist-high, offering only minimal privacy. But the Browns, who lived on one side, weren't at home. They both worked days, and their college-aged son spent his days at school. And Troy, who lived on the other side-well, he had been forewarned, she thought with a satisfied smirk.
Maybe he was watching her even now. There was a twinkle in her eye as she stretched her body-preened, actually-in his direction.
She glanced downward at her long, shapely legs and then checked the neatly trimmed pussy patch that cloaked the "V" of her crotch. She had combed it out and touched up the pouf of curls with a shot of hair spray to keep them neatly in place. Her smooth round hips had been powdered to a soft sheen, and just a hint of rouge accentuated the nipples that crowned her firm, round tits. The peaks were soft now, and decorative without being obtrusive. But as a gentle breeze ruffled across her nudity, they began to harden with passion.
Damn! She was already beginning to get hot. To think that this sexuality had been bottled up all this time, just like Aladdin's genie, waiting to be rubbed into arousal.
Molly lay on the lounge and rolled onto her belly. Her round butt wiggled, and then the twin domes of her ass cheeks settled.
Juicy thoughts filled her mind. A nice, firm cock in her twat ... greedy lips sucking on her nipples.
She couldn't help herself. One hand slipped beneath her body and inched toward her pussy. Suddenly, she felt a cold spray across her back. She stiffened.
Another spray of water shocked her bare skin. "Troy!" she sputtered. "Heh! Heh! Heh."
"Stop it!"
She sat up, an arm wrapped around her tits protectively and one hand clawing between her legs for modesty.
The water blasted her full force. Her sputtering protest went unheeded until she was dripping wet.
"Stop it!"
"You looked like you needed cooling off," he announced, turning off the hose.
"I-I-I-" Her stammering stopped as she watched him clear the fence with a leap and start toward her. Her pulse quickened. "Troy! You are a naughty man!"
He laughed. "Them's the best kind, ain't they?"
She smiled demurely and let her hands fall away. Leaning back on the heels of her hands, she spread her legs enough so that he could see all that he wanted to see.
"So ... are you satisfied with your childish behavior?"
He winked at her. "I got what I wanted." His gaze traveled from her knees to her neck and paused in the middle, ogling her nudity.
"You owe me one."
"I do, don't I?"
Hooking his hands in the waistband of his shorts, he yanked them down and tossed them away. His hose-like penis uncoiled and swung back and forth, flopping against his legs like a small trunk as he stepped toward her.
She couldn't help herself. She reached out a shaking hand, anxious for a feel of yet another cock. "Oh, my ... Troy," she breathed with delight as she flexed the hefty, meaty shaft between her fingers. It felt soft and velvety, but there was an underlying hardness even in its limp state. "Do you do some ... exercises, to keep this thing in shape?"
"Just push-ups-heh, heh, heh!-if you know what I mean."
"I'll bet you're good at that," she murmured as she squeezed the magnificent lump of soft prick flesh in her fist.
"Heh, heh, heh."
He stood there with a calm grin, awaiting her pleasure.
"Ooohhhh, God, Troy!" A shiver of excitement shook her. She pushed her hand between his legs and pressed a finger into his ass-hole.
His prick made a leap.
"Jeesus, Molly!" he exclaimed, widening his stance.
"Hmm," she purred, weighing his balls in one hand while her other wrapped around his hardening shaft.
"Ahhhhhh," Troy breathed as her hot hands encouraged him into a raging hard-on. He began jabbing his cock at her fist. His cum-filled balls lurched in her hand. "Oh, baby!" he groaned, his muscles tightening.
Molly was fascinated by the sight of his cock maturing right before his eyes. It was so big and beautiful, gleaming enticingly in the sunlight. She felt its thick, blue vein throb with life and watched the loose skin slip up and down the hard shaft.
"Oh, Troy," she marveled. "You have such a lovely cock." Squeezing the head, she coaxed forth a juicy tear from the slit in its tip.
"Suck it then!" he grunted. "If you like it so much, eat it!" His voice had lost its tone of neighborly bantering, and was gruff now, with lust. "Suck my cock!"
"Oh, yesss." She shivered again. "I'll suck your cock for you, darling. I'll suck it clean."
She was out of her mind to do this here, with him. If the Browns came home early, they could see. Or Arny could surprise them. Or Maria. But she didn't care. She was filled with desire. And she had the biggest cock imaginable right there in her fist. Dripping, drooling, just begging for her lips. Opening her mouth, she tugged on the prick and let it slip into the wet, heated cavern formed by her jaws.
"Mmmmmmm," she gurgled, swirling her tongue around its head.
"Jee-sus!"
Troy pushed his hips forward while she licked and sucked. One minute her lips would be teasing the flange around his mushroom-like cockhead, and a second later his balls would be dangling across her chin with its thick tip pushing past her tonsils. "Suck it," he groaned. "Suck it hard!"
His breathing deepened as the pressure mounted, and he ran his fingers slowly through her soft auburn tresses. He had fantasized about his sexy neighbor often, while fucking his own wife. In his imagination, he had taken her in every way imaginable. But he had never dreamed it would really happen-never in a million years. No, not pretty, prim Molly ... pretty, prim Molly whose lips felt so comfortable around his cock, trying to suck the life from his balls.
"Oh, God, Molly! I'm going to ... oooohhhh!"
Troy's body tensed, and his thick muscles rippled.
Molly sucked in a deep breath as she felt his cock swell in her mouth.
He let go. His hips whipped forward and his cock flooded her mouth with his pent-up passion. She lost her breath, then recovered and gurgled happily as his balls thudded against her chin.
It was a wonderful feeling, his hard cock plunging deep into her throat, spraying tasty warmth directly into her belly, again ... and again ... and again.
And then, his pace slackened. His stiffness faded, and his shriveling cock pulled away from her mouth. She swallowed her last gulp of cum and licked her lips.
"Goodness, Troy," she croaked with a self-conscious blush. "I never imagined ... "
"Neither did I," he grunted, his labored breathing just beginning to subside.
From an upper window of the house next door, a pair of watching eyes finally took a moment to blink. Buddy Brown had watched it all from the first moments of cocksucking to the final rage of orgasm.
"What are you watching?" the naked girl in the bed behind him asked impatiently. They had snuck off from classes for a fuck and it hadn't happened yet. Sissy had anticipated this moment from the day she had first laid eyes on Buddy, six weeks ago, and the delay was killing her. This was worse than coitus interruptus-this was coitus nothingus!
"The neighbors are fucking in the backyard."
"What?" The girl stretched lazily and moved to stand beside him. "You're putting me on-oh, my God!"
The naked pair could see the other couple clearly through the window. They were sitting together on a lounge, naked as jaybirds in the sunlight and kissing up a storm. The woman's hand was pumping up and down the length of the man's cock. His hand had dipped between her legs. Sissy gasped as she saw his glistening finger slide in and out of the woman's cunt. She leaned against her boyfriend and let her bare breast press warmly against his upper arm. "Oh, my goodness! Have you ever seen such a thing?"
Down below, unaware they were being watched, Molly was murmuring sweet nothings. "Mmmmmm, oh, yess, darling." She wiggled her hips, grinding her cunt around the finger that was diddling her so pleasantly. "Unnnhh, that's wonderful."
She lay back on the lounge and drew Troy's body atop hers, their lips locking in a kiss as their heated flesh molded together. Her eyes sparkled when his lips moved down to lick and suck her nipples. Her vision faltered, then locked on the upstairs window of the house next door. It was partially open; had it been that way before? Of course it had-it must have been. The delicious feelings coursing through her pulled her attention back to her tits. "Oohhh, yes, Troy, darling. You do know what a woman wants, don't you?"
He grunted, and his head began to move even further down her body. She hooked her feet on the edge of the lounge chair and dropped her knees, spreading her legs wide for him. Her cunt opening yawned wide.
"Oh, darling! Ahh, Troy, my love! Mmmmmm...." She purred happily when his mouth stretched to slip over her hair-fringed pussy split, covering it completely. The tip of his tongue wiggled against her clit.
He was an expert, working her cunt with a delicate grace that soon had her hands clawing at the mattress beneath her. It was probably a talent he had perfected to get his rocks off with his titless wife, she thought uncharitably. She laid one hand atop his bobbing head and ground her hips up into his face.
The sight from the window was lewd: the naked man bending between the woman's spread thighs, her thrusting tits heaving as she moaned and writhed with lust.
"Goodness," Sissy whispered, "he's eating her pussy."
"Yeah," Buddy agreed. "And she's enjoying every minute of it." His head slipped down along the girl's back, and his fingers teased the crack of her ass before slipping between her legs from behind.
"Why, that's terrible," the girl muttered, her eyes taking on a dreamy look.
Buddy's fingers found her cunt wet.
"Buddy!" the girl scolded, hitching as his finger stabbed her pussy with a bowling ball grip. "You're being nasty."
"Yeah, and I'm going to be even nastier."
"Promises, promises," the girl tittered.
Yeah, she'd get it, all right. And his dick would be doubly hard. First, from playing with her; and second, from watching the neighbors. She was going to be fun to fuck, but, damn!-that woman next door ... Molly-now, that would be a great fuck! What a bod! And she fucked around. If she would fuck an old guy like that, who's to say she wouldn't spread it his way, too? "Yeah!"
"Oh, Buddy," Sissy cooed, thinking his reaction was for her. She wiggled her girlish tits against his arm and stretched upward so she could push her tongue into his ear. Watching the pair on the lawn was interesting, but it wasn't nearly as exciting as the real thing. She reached around and wrapped her fist around Buddy's cock. Jeez, it was hard.
Molly was panting now, and her hips jerked upward against Troy's face with a frantic beat. He gripped her ass cheeks for a better hold, and his fingertip pressed against the puckered ring of her ass-hole. His finger pushed into her, and that was the excitement that triggered her climax. Her legs shot skyward and she cried out with pleasure as the orgasm rolled over her.
"She's cumming," Buddy whispered, amazed by the intensity of the neighbor woman's excitement.
"Lucky her," Sissy said petulantly, unable to resist a pang of envy as she watched the woman's hips arch up from the lounge into the man's drooling jaws. At least it was good to see that there were some good times in store for her, even when she got older. She had always thought that older people did it with more reserve-almost like it was a duty.
Down below, Molly sprawled on the lounge, her body as limp as a dishrag, and sighed happily. "Oh, fuck, that was a good cum!"
Troy pulled his juice-smeared face away from the junction of her legs, licking his lips. He had savored her sweetness, lapping her cunt and sucking her juices until her spasms had passed. It had satisfied her and pleased him. But his balls were straining. He wouldn't be satisfied until he had taken her fully and completely.
"I'm gonna fuck you!" he grunted, crawling on top of her.
"Oh, yes, Troy! Fuck me, darling," she purred happily, stretching her legs out and reaching for his cock to guide it to her juicy cunt. She caught her breath as she felt his cock slide into her and dug her heels into the small of his back.
"Ungh-oh, God." She moaned as she felt the hard head of his cock worm its way to the depths of her hungry cunt. "Troy! Ugghh! Darling!"
Troy's breathing faltered. He held still for a moment, getting used to the feel of his neighbor's cunt clutching his dick. He had dreamed about it often, and even jerked off imagining it while he peered through the peepholes he'd install in the gym, but he had never actually had anyone but his own wife. The feeling was delicious, the novelty driving him almost wild with excitement. He began pumping with long strokes, fighting hard to restrain his impulse to push for a rapid completion. He wanted to enjoy this ... for a long, long time.
Molly crooned encouragement and swirled and ground her hips to his. "Oh, yes, Troy. Yes."
Man! Now that's really something, Buddy thought from the window. He tried to imagine the feel of the woman's cunt lips tight around his own prick. Sissy's cock grip made it easier, but the sensation wasn't complete. It wouldn't be complete until-God! Wouldn't that be something? To fuck the neighbor woman-Wow!
As Buddy and Sissy watched, the two lovers began to thrash and grind together faster and faster. They could hear their moans and groans of pleasure through the partially open window. "He's about ready to cum," Buddy informed the girl. "He's going to cum in her cunt."
"Do you think she'll get pregnant?"
"Pregnant? Damn, Sissy! What a thing to say!"
"But he's not wearing a condom."
From his position, Buddy could easily see the man's massive shaft pumping in and out of the woman's steamy cunt. Of course, Sissy was right. There was nothing sheathing his cock.
"What a thing to think about at a moment like this," he chided her. "You take all the romance out of things."
"You have to think about it," the girl said practically, staring at her boyfriend's bare cock. She was on the pill.
Down below, practical considerations were the last thing on Molly's mind, too. Panting frantically, she was bucking against Troy, trying to match the onset of her orgasm with his rising excitement. His sharp cry was her only warning before she felt his jizz burst in her cunt.
She gasped.
His cock recoiled and spurted again, flooding her cunt with warm cum.
"Aggghhhhgggg!" she cried, twisting around his jerking shaft as it pumped hot sperm into her cunt canal. And then, her own climax started tearing and ripping her stretched nerves. She squealed and ground her hips around the fat cock as it slipped in and out of her creamy hole.
"Oh, Troy! Oh, yes! Oh, yes. Oh, yes!"
In the house next door, Sissy had seen enough. She turned in her boyfriend's arms and brought her lips to his in a lingering kiss. "Do you get your jollies just watching?" she finally whispered softly.
"Just watching? Hell, no!"
"Goody!" She tittered and sank to the bed, drawing him down with her. She raised her legs and spread her thighs for him. She wasn't as smooth and practiced as the hot bitch next door, but her need was every bit as genuine. "Fuck me," she said simply.
"Oh, yeah!" He reached down with his hand to guide his cock and pushed toward her waiting cunt.
Sissy sighed as she felt his thickness slide into the hot, wet channel of her young cunt. "Oh, Buddy," she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut and her jaw quivering as he began to pump his hips to hers.
"Oh, baby, you have a nice pussy," Buddy said enthusiastically as her cunt muscles settled around him.
"Mmmmmm, yes." They all told her that.
"Oh, fuck, Sissy! This is great!"
"Mmmmmm, oh, yeah, Buddy!" She began to grind her hips to his, trying to duplicate the motion the older woman had demonstrated in the back yard. The feeling was neat!-much more fun than just lying there passively. Her tummy muscles tightened as her hips wagged.
There was a youthful intensity to their action that couldn't be held back. As his strokes increased in speed and urgency, her hips arched higher toward him.
"Fuck me, Buddy! Fuck me good-oooohhh!" She squealed. "I'm cumming, big guy! Yes, I'm cumming! Aaaayyyaahh!"
Buddy stiffened as her body shuddered and jerked beneath him and her tight little cunt squeezed around his cock. "Oh, God, Sissy! Me, too!" he cried as his tension broke and his balls released the charge that had been building all afternoon. He flooded her cunt with spurt after spurt of his cum.
The pair clung together until their shudders had passed. It had been a quick fuck-at least the final doing of it had been quick and fast-but the intensity had taken the wind out of them both.
"Gee whiz, Sissy," he gasped, running his hands over her body, "that was great."
"Oh, yeah, honey! Oh, yeah! Isn't it neat."
"Fucking? Yeah."
Buddy watched as she stood up. Her sexy young body was flushed and her tiny nipples stood out sharply. Cum drops glistened like jewels in her pussy hair.
"I've got to get back for a math test," she said, dabbing herself dry with her cotton panties before pulling them back on.
"Want to do it again? Tonight?" he asked cautiously.
The girl screwed up her face as she considered for a moment. "Sure, why not? But you'll have to help me with my homework, first."
"Okay," he agreed. He glanced out the window, but the couple next door had disappeared. Probably screwed themselves silly, he thought.
CHAPTER NINE
Something was wrong. Molly had never seen Carl in such a state of agitation. She had recognized the urgency in his voice when he had called and had come immediately.
She locked her own car, leaving it in the parking lot of the shopping center, and slipped into the seat beside him. "What's wrong, Carl?" she asked as he took off, narrowly missing a woman carrying a sack of groceries.
"I've got him!" he hissed.
"You've got who?"
"Brenda's lover! She's going to see him-I heard her plan it on the telephone."
Molly let out her breath, suddenly understanding. But she was still apprehensive. "So, what are you going to do?"
"I'll kill the bastard!"
A flare of fear shot through Molly, then suddenly faded. A quick glance around showed he had no weapon. Besides, although Carl might be angry-justifiably, even-he wasn't the type of man that would ever resort to that type of violence. Oh, he might create a scene, and maybe even get into a nasty fight, but he would never kill anybody.
"Pull over, Carl."
"What?"
"I said, pull over," she repeated calmly. Fortunately, Arny had left for a business trip only an hour before. So she had plenty of time to see her lover through this emergency. She waited calmly until he pulled the car over to the side of the road.
"Are you sure you're doing the right thing?" she asked him.
"Of course I'm sure." His voice was still belligerent, but its tone had softened, her question having raised a doubt in his mind.
"All right," she said rationally, "assuming everything you think is true, what's the difference between them and us?"
He winced as he looked away. She had made her point. "It's not the same thing," he defended lamely.
"Do you really want to know who the guy is?"
His knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel. "I have to know," he said simply, starting the car again and fading into the traffic, a little smoother this time. "The Heartbreak Motel, Room 113," he said. "I heard her on the telephone. Can you imagine my wife in a sleazy place like that?"
"It's hard to imagine," Molly agreed, her cheeks reddening as she remembered the afternoon orgy she and Brenda had enjoyed together at that very place.
A few minutes later, Carl turned into the parking lot of the infamous motel. She waited in the car while Carl went into the office. It was still early, but the motel was already beginning to fill. The parking lot was half full. There was even a car there that looked exactly like Arny's. She wondered idly if the owner was anything like her husband. Probably not. Arny was so serious-a stuffed shirt, really. There was no way she could imagine him dallying away an afternoon in the arms of an illicit lover.
"C'mon," said Carl holding up a key when he reappeared. "Room I'll, right next to theirs."
Molly had to rush to keep up with him as he strode purposely toward the door of Room I'll. "Darling, are you sure this is what you want to do?" she asked as he yanked her into the room and the door shut behind her.
"Of course I'm sure." He turned to her with a gloating smile. "I know who the guy is."
Molly caught her breath, afraid of the dreadful knowledge she had been trying to avoid since first learning of Brenda's indiscretion. "Who is it?" she asked in resignation.
"Smith-John Smith." Carl laughed gleefully. "I saw the name on the register while the clerk was getting my key."
"John Smith?" Molly stared at him in exasperation. The man had taken leave of his senses. "Isn't that the guy who was doing Pocahontas?"
"Be serious," said Carl. "This isn't a fairy tale-this is real life!" He went into the bathroom and returned with two glasses. Tossing her one, he placed his against the wall and pressed his ear to it. "Let's just see what's so hot about Mr. Smith," he said with a sneer. "I'll have his balls before the night's out." He listened for a moment, then muttered. "Shit! They're laughing!"
Molly looked at the glass in her hand as if it were an apple plucked from the tree of knowledge. Did she really want to do this? Despite herself, a shiver of excitement rolled through her. You probably couldn't hear anything anyway, she thought, pressing the glass against the wall.
They were laughing. And talking, the murmurs unintelligible through the wall. The voices sounded unreal, and she wouldn't even have been able to identify Brenda if Carl hadn't told her that was the woman in the other room.
But they were laughing ... having fun.
Brenda and Arny had wasted no time getting naked. Giggling, she held out her glass to be refilled with champagne. "Champagne in the afternoon," she murmured, watching the bubbly liquid splash as Arny filled her glass. "So delicious; so decadent. Mmmmmm." She smacked her lips and smiled at the nude man who stood in front of her. "What do you think our stuffy spouses are up to?"
"Molly has probably settled down to read a romance novel."
"And I'll bet Carl is watching golf."
"Here's to them," the naked blonde said, clicking their glasses together. "May they fucking enjoy themselves."
Arny grunted in agreement. "And here's to us ... "
On the other side of the thin partition, Molly's cheeks were burning. Her hearing had adjusted to the feeble sounds coming through the wall. She had distinctly heard her name mentioned, and that puzzled her. "It sounds like they're talking about us," she said with a frown.
"The fucking bastards!"
The armchair was faded and worn, but its cushions were soft and cuddly. Brenda lay back and sighed as Arny kissed her and licked the champagne away from her lips.
"I like the taste of you," he murmured.
"Me, or the champagne?" she asked with a giggle.
"Both."
Arny set down his glass and picked up the bottle of champagne. He leaned over and poured a trickle of the bubbly liquid over Brenda's tits. The woman gasped, surprised by the coldness, then giggled.
"Oh, you are a wicked one!" she uttered gaily.
Arny pushed her legs apart and knelt on the floor before her chair. He dribbled more champagne over her tits and leaned forward to lick it up. He took each nipple into his mouth and sucked it clean. She shuddered and rolled her big tits in her hands as his tongue flicked over the thick buds and made them harden. Another splash of champagne trickled down her belly.
"Ummmmmm," she breathed, pulling her legs up over the arms of the chair to bring her cunt mound into the open.
Arny stared at the crimson slash that separated her thighs. Slick and smooth as satin, the entrance to her body was clean and vivid. He poured champagne over Brenda's cunt and then licked and sucked her pussy.
"What do you think they're doing?"
"All that sucking and slurping, he's probably eating her goddamn pussy!"
Molly shivered and set down the glass she had been holding against the wall. "I'm hot," she said. Carl had turned off the air-conditioner so they could hear better. Molly started to take off her clothes. "How about you?"
"Later," Carl grunted, his ear and his attention glued to the sounds coming from the other room.
Arny put the bottle down and traced the lines of Brenda's cunt with his fingertip. The outer lips were swollen; the inner lips moist and wet, even after the wine had been cleaned away.
"Honey, do you like my little pussy?"
"Big pussy," he murmured.
"Oh, honey! You make it sound so awful."
"Big woman, big pussy. But it's so tight inside."
"Hmm. Then you do like it, don't you."
"Love it," he said, tugging on the thick lips to reveal the deep pink interior of her pit. Her clit was fat and juicy and protruded from the top of her split.
"You're making me hot," Brenda hissed with a shiver.
He grinned and shoved a finger into her cunt. "Yeah, I can feel it." His finger wiggled in the humid split and made her ass jerk.
"Oh, yes, honey!" She reached for the bottle of champagne and poured it into the natural cup formed by her gaping cunt lips. The cold wine bubbled and sizzled and made her tingle all over.
Arny began lapping up the wine.
"Ohhhh, Arny! Darling!" Brenda cried out. "Eat my pussy, honey! Eat me good-make me cum!"
Molly stiffened, hearing Brenda's impassioned cry. "Did you hear that name?" she asked, pressing her ear tighter against the glass.
"I think it was Johnny," Carl said, breathing hard. Spying on his wife was raising a keen excitement within him.
"Yeah," Molly muttered, relieved. Of course, it was Johnny. The other would have been impossible.
With his face buried in Brenda's cunt, Arny was devouring her. He nibbled the thick lips, licked the juicy walls, and rubbed his nose against the fat, penis-like spike of her clit. She moaned with pleasure as heat filled her loins.
The taste of champagne was gone, leaving nothing but the woman's own sweet flavor. And Arny couldn't get enough of it. His tongue stabbed deep into her hole, probing for more of her hot, sexy juices.
"Ohhh, God, honey," Brenda moaned. "You're driving me up the wall!"
Brenda's hips writhed as his tongue pushed back and forth in her sex hole. She loved the way Arny ate her pussy-his enthusiasm, his vigor; she could never get enough of it. Her body began to jerk as Arny's tongue found all her sensitive spots and his fingers wrapped around her hips to push into her ass-hole. He sucked her clit hard. She screamed and arched up off the cushion, driving her cunt into Arny's face.
A second climax tore through Brenda-and then a third-each hard on the heels of the other.
"Ohhh, fuck, that's good! Oh, God...." Her cries faded into incoherent sobs of deep emotion.
"My God, she came!" said Carl, his eyes wide in disbelief.
"Yes," Brenda murmured, her features contorted with emotion. Hearing the other woman's excitement had stirred her own want. "She came."
"The bastard!"
Arny's eyes roved hungrily over his lover's naked body as she rolled onto the mattress. His dick was hard and waving in the air. He stared at her massive tits and watched them bounce and sway as she settled into place.
"Oh, honey, I've been waiting all week for this," she whispered, reaching for his big cock and pulling him close beside her.
"Don't you and Carl fuck anymore?" he asked curiously.
She shrugged. "We go through the motions. He seldom makes me cum."
He grinned at her. "I can do better than that."
"You already have. God, I came three times on that chair!"
Molly's eyes bugged. "Did she say three times?"
"The bastard!"
"Let me suck your cock, honey," she purred softly while she drew the swollen head of his organ to her lips. Arny grimaced as she sucked his cock into her mouth. Its sensitive head slid across the roof of her mouth and the soft inner walls of her cheeks clutched its fat length gently.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned. "Suck it."
She gave a deep-throated moan as her nose wiggled into his cock hair and she breathed in his sexy aroma. "Mmmmm, yes...." Holding on to his balls, she began stroking the stiff shaft with her mouth.
"Oh, fuck, Brenda! You're one helluva cocksucker!"
"Is it true?" Molly asked, looking over at Carl with a twinkle in her eye. The heat had gotten to him, too, and he had taken his clothes off, joining her in her nudity. The excitement had had its effect upon him, and his prick was stiff and hard. "Is she a good cocksucker?"
He considered the question before answering honestly, "I really never thought about it. She's adequate, all right, pretty good, I suppose-but not like you, of course."
"Of course," Molly echoed, giving his prick a playful tug. "Carl why don't we forget this and-"
"Hush!" he said, pressing his ear back to the wall.
Arny's hips were pumping and grinding now, fucking right into her face. While she gulped and slurped his balls tightened.
"Suck it, baby," he hissed. "Here I cum-"
With a heavy groan, he lurched forward and held his prick in her mouth as his balls exploded. Hot cream flowed into her throat. She swallowed it down, and her cheeks tightened against the sides of his rod, creating a suction that encouraged the discharge of fiery cum into her mouth.
Passion glazed her eyes as he dumped his load into her. The taste and the heat and the cream-like consistency of his cum all thrilled her. As his prick softened, she sucked gently on the supple flesh. Not until she was sure she had drained every last drop of the tasty male juice did she allow his cock to escape from her mouth.
Her eyes beamed him a sweet smile. "God, I love your cum," she said.
"There's more," he said, still breathing as he slid down beside her.
"I don't see how it's possible."
He pulled their naked bodies together and she purred, thrilled by the silken friction of flesh sliding against flesh. Her big tits molded to his hairy chest. He leaned across her and blew gently into her ear. She giggled. Arny's tongue traced the inner shell of her ear, then he nibbled on the lobe. His lips continued, along her jawbone, across her chin, to her mouth. The kiss was immediately passionate, their tongues writhing together like a pair of snakes in heat.
"What are they doing now?" Molly whispered. "If it was me, I'd be fuckin' her now!" Carl spat out.
Yes, he would, she thought, shivering as she considered the intense way Carl responded to his passion. Arny could be slow, more controlled-sometimes. Both men were good lovers; both men had their good qualities. For the first time, she realized she wouldn't want to trade either for the other.
"Oohhh, honey, I love the way you do that," the blonde hissed while Arny's dark head bobbed over her breasts. She combed her fingers through his hair while he slid his mouth from one tit to the other and sucked her nipples to stony rigidity. "Ahh, yes."
When her nipples were as stiff as railroad spikes, he began kissing and licking his way down her body. She squirmed under him and lifted her knees to make room for him between her legs. He kissed her belly and stabbed at her bellybutton with his tongue, making her laugh.
His lips continued downward, leaving a wet trail to the gentle bulge of her hairless vulva.
"Do it to me, honey," she mewed, lost in dreamy reverie as his tongue slipped between the walls of her cunt. Her hips wiggled, snuggling the pink, fleshy folds of her pussy around it.
But the taste of her cunt was only a momentary distraction. He had already done that, and now he was after a bigger prize. Licking his lips, Arny pulled away from her cunt and rose on his knees between her legs.
"Oh, yes! Fuck me!"
Brenda reached for his hard cock and angled its head into position as Arny shoved forward. Her eyes widened, and she savored the slow movement as his cock fully penetrated her slippery interior in one smooth motion.
"Comfy, baby?" she tittered, feeling the hard head of his cock settle deep inside her. Her pussy lips were stretched wide by the base of his shaft, and his cock hair was soft and tickly against her shaved cunt mound.
"Snug as a bug in a rug," he said as he began to work her.
She curled her legs around his hips and dug her heels into the small of his back. Her tummy contracted and loosened to the rhythm of his pumping cock slipping smoothly in and out of her.
"Oh, Arny, baby," she moaned. "You fuck so good."
There it was again. Arny, baby. There was no mistaking it; her ears were attuned now, detecting every sound.
But how was it possible? Arny was off on a business trip.
"Oh, my God!" Molly cried out, the truth suddenly assailing her. "What a fool I've been!"
Dropping the glass, she stumbled to the bed and fell onto it, rolling into a fetal position. She began sobbing.
"Wha-what's the matter, honey?" Carl asked, watching her with puzzled concern.
"Didn't you hear?" she asked, staring at him through her tears. "Don't you know who that is in there?"
"Some guy named Johnny-"
"It's not-"
"-And he's fucking my wife."
"Oh, Carl, we're such fools."
"Maybe so. But I know one thing," he said, affection filling his eyes as he stared at the woman curled up on the bed, sexy as could be. "You're so much better than that bitch in there-so clean and pure-"
"Oh, Carl ... do you really mean that?"
"You damned right I do-fuck this!" He tossed the water glass across the room and it shattered against the wall. "I want to fuck you!"
Molly opened her arms to him, her heart filling with emotion. "Oh, Carl ... "
Arny squeezed his eyes tightly shut, trying to block all other sensations so that he could concentrate on the feel of Brenda's hot, wet cunt canal clinging tightly to his cock as it pumped effortlessly in and out of her to the accompaniment of her moans of ecstasy. His balls were tight and strained.
"Brenda, baby," he gasped. "You're good ... soo good."
She responded with wordless cries of passion. He maintained the slow, steady pace for several long minutes while their excitement grew. But the motion gradually sped up until their hips were a blur.
Brenda greeted the swelling of his cock within her with a relieved sigh. The want within her would soon be stilled. She cried out and drove her hips tightly against his body as a wave of ecstasy rocked her. Then, another.
Arny felt the convulsions of her cunt as her body jerked against his. His first shot of cum came with his cock buried inside her, and he had to ram fast and hard to get his prick back into position for the second powerful spurt. Then, all hell broke loose and they rolled on the bed, bucking together, her thighs flexing but her leg-lock holding their bodies together.
They rode out the storm of passion until there was none left and they collapsed. She purred, when she was breathing again, and cuddled against him.
"That was fantastic," he wheezed.
"Is it ever this good with Molly?" she asked softly, drawing circles in the sweat that covered his chest.
"No!" he said quickly.
Perhaps too quickly.
CHAPTER TEN
Carl kissed the tears from Molly's eyes.
"Why are you crying, my love?"
My love. The words singed her ears. "Because it's wrong," she said. "All wrong."
He thought for a moment, then answered seriously. "Not wrong, perhaps, but sordid."
"Oh, come on, Carl! It's killing you knowing that Arn-that another man is in there fucking your wife."
"No, baby-"
"You're jealous-"
"Not jealous-really I'm not. I'm just ... disappointed. To think that Brenda has to resort to cheating to get her kicks-well, it just makes me sick, Molly."
"What about us?" Molly asked, returning to the question she had asked earlier in the car. "What's the difference?"
"I don't really know." His eyes were downcast, filled with guilt. "All I know is that I love that bitch in there. But I love you, too."
Molly gasped. It was the first time either had expressed that sentiment. But she knew it had never been far from their minds.
"Do you think it's possible to love two people?" she asked.
"Yes, I do," he answered simply.
"Oh, Carl! I do love you! And I love Arny, too."
"What a mess," he said, giving her a warm, naked hug.
"Yes, what a mess. Carl, honey, let's not-let's not disturb them." She knew Carl would be devastated when he found out who was really in the other room fucking his wife. "Let's just leave them to their fun."
He sighed. "I suppose that would be best."
"Let's go home."
"All right. But not just yet."
Carl kissed her and began to caress her gently. His hand slipped down and pressed over her pussy.
"Mmmmm, yes," Molly murmured, lifting her hips as he fondled her. "Not just yet."
Carl gave in to the lust that had been building while eavesdropping on his own wife and rubbed his cheeks against pretty Molly's perky tits. He turned his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, making her shriek as he teased the blossoming tit flesh. His finger slipped into her cunt.
"Ohhhh, Carl, I'm so hot," she whined. Her ass rose from the bed and wiggled lewdly around her lover's hand. "Give me a quick one; make me cum."
She was a horny little bitch, just like his wife. But that's why he liked them both-loved them-wasn't it? There was nothing in the world that brought out his manliness more than a sexy woman wriggling and rubbing against him. And he had two of them! What more could a man ask for? And, God, he had almost blown it. If he had rushed in there and confronted his two-timing spouse with her lover, it would have been all over. No, he didn't want that. No way did he want to mess up this arrangement. No way!
Molly's thoughts were running the same way. It was possible to love two men. Carl understood, Brenda probably would agree, but Arny, of course, would never see it that way. Or would he-the fucking bastard, cheating on her at this very minute! Yes, she could have two lovers-and a whole myriad of afternoon playmates that didn't even count-if she played her cards right. And that meant never, ever, letting Carl and Arny get wind of each other.
She squirmed, rolling her cunt around her lover's finger and pushed all other thoughts from her mind. She would face the practical aspects of balancing the roles of cheating wife and mistress some other time.
"Ahhh, that's soooooo nice," Molly groaned. "You've got my cunt singing, darling. There's a whole choir of angels humming down there."
He chuckled, watching her tits jiggle and shake as her body writhed. Her bottom dipped and weaved, and her hips swayed as sexily as if she were on the dance floor.
"Oh, God!" She moaned and tossed her head, her auburn tresses flailing from side to side.
"That feels so good!"
And then she was bursting inside. "Unnnhhh, ohhh, Carl," she gasped, Her ass thrust upward as her clit pulsed. "I'm cummminnngggg!"
Pussy juice sizzled around his fingers, smeared her thighs, and dribbled to the sheets. Pulling his fingers away as her orgasm ended, he watched her swollen cunt lips settle back into place with a gleaming line of woman juice sealing the seam.
Carl licked his lips. Ummm ... But that could wait, she owed him a big one. The dirty little bitch didn't mind at all. He watched Molly shiver with excitement and reach for his cock.
"Let me suck it, darling," she begged. "Please!"
Carl let out a lusty laugh as he felt the fat, hard knob of his cock being rubbed across her lips. Her tongue tip teased the hole, sending chills along his spine as she coaxed forth heavy drops of pre-cum. And then her lips were gripping gently, locking into the groove that circled the head, and yanking back and forth while humor bubbled from her lips.
Carl let out a sigh of relief when Molly's tongue finally swirled around his turgid cock-head.
The inside of her mouth was warm and wet around the sides of his organ. Her tongue was in constant motion as she sucked him in. He let out a groan of desire when her lips began to stroke the hard, hot pole.
"Baby, you are a fuckin' cocksucker par excellence!" he rasped, pushing forward to stuff his cock even deeper into her mouth.
Carl's hips began to work back and forth, mouth-fucking her. Molly whimpered, slurping on the meaty shaft as it moved in and out between her lips and making it glisten with saliva. She could feel the strengthening pulse that ran through the bulging veins of the prick, and her cunt throbbed, echoing his growing excitement.
"Auuughhhh," she moaned as the fat cockhead pushed past her tonsils and plugged the opening to her throat. God, he was big! Juicy! Tasty!
"Ohhh, yeah, baby!" he hissed. "Gotta do it!"
Molly tightened her lips even more around the head of her lover's big prick. Her tongue flicked rapidly, teasing the soft, satiny prickhead to the extremes.
"Yeah, baby! Suck it!"
Suddenly, he jerked and began to cum. Hot cream gushed into her mouth and rolled down her throat. Carl's juice was tart and tasty, hot.
"Unngghhh, baby, I'm cumming!" Carl groaned with a thrust of his hips. "I'm cumming! Cumming! Cumming!"
His excitement thrilled Molly, and she sucked him even harder as he came. His shaft jerked and twitched lewdly, bathing her throat and her tongue and her mouth with liquid fire. The flow was too fast and too furious, and trickles of cum dribbled down her chin.
She reacted pleasantly, a gentle orgasm of her own jolting her cunt and sending tingles up and down her spine. Her spasming cunt released a flow of pussy juice that warmed her thighs and dampened the sheets.
As Carl's cock turned soft and spongy again, she gave it a sucking kiss and released it. Smiling at him, she stretched her tongue out and licked the cum from her chin.
"Mmmmm, that was good, darling."
The sexy sight spurred his own appetite. Carl twisted around and stuck his head between her legs. His tongue licked the juice from the crease of her split, then slipped between the twin ridges of swollen, sensitive flesh.
"Ohhhhh, yessss, honey!" Molly gasped and arched up, wiggling her crotch against his face. Were they having as much fun on the other side of the partition? If the two couples were to compare notes at the break of dawn, which pair would be the champs?
Wouldn't that be neat? A competition? A thrill shot through her at the thought: her and Brenda fucking each other's husbands, side by side, comparing experiences to find out who really was the best. It had almost happened with the salesmen. Now, that had been exciting-but they hadn't switched partners. So no real comparison had been made. But if the occasion arose, she wouldn't hesitate to try. She felt confident she could do equally as well as her big-titted friendif not better.
"Ohhhh, darling!" She shuddered with lust, caused only partly by the feel of the hot tongue pushing between her cunt lips. She concentrated on those feelings in order to block out the other thoughts that were thrilling her. "You are a horny devil," she said wriggling her ass and grinding circles around his teasing tongue, "aren't you?"
He grunted a response and felt for her tits with his free hand. With her squealing from joy, he squeezed her swollen nipples while he worked his tongue deeper into her wet pussy. The slick digit slid in and out of her sex tube, encouraging the flow of her warm juices and causing erotic excitement to race through her.
"Mmmmmmm, yes, darling," she panted. "Yesss ... "
Carl's tongue slashed and whipped. Molly's ass bucked upward. Her juices smeared his face. Sweat rolled from their bodies in the humid room, and his lips made wet, smacking noises that were only partially muffled by her cunt folds. His breathing became ragged, and her soft moans of ecstasy rose into a steady wail.
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass to hold her as her jerking became more frantic and threatened to break his mouth-lock on her cunt hole.
Oh, God, it was becoming more than she could stand. "Stop!" she shouted. "Stop it!"
Carl sucked noisily, heedless of her cries, and worked his tongue rapidly in and out between her cunt lips.
"Oh, God!" Molly whimpered. "I can't stand it. Make me cum-please, please! Make me cum!"
Her ass humped upward and Carl sucked her clit.
"Aaaiilyyyaaahhh!"
The sharp wail pierced the thin walls and startled the lovers in the other room, who where lying together, their passions temporarily at peace.
"Did you hear that?" Brenda murmured drowsily.
"Yeah, someone's screwing in the other room."
"Lucky her," she said with a dreamy expression, envying the other woman's thrills even though she had just been up and down the same scale of emotion so many times she had lost count.
"Yeah," her partner agreed softly. Lucky him. Such a responsive woman. The guy must really be getting his rocks off.
And then, as the woman's impassioned screams pierced the wall again, Arny's eyes narrowed. There was something familiar about the woman's voice, something about her breathless intensity.
He shook off the thought. It could be anybody; anybody at all.
Molly was panting furiously, her cunt muscles clutching, trying to grip the slick tongue that was sending hot thrills chasing up and down her spine. "Unhhhhh, uugh!" she groaned, forcing her rump upward, trying to make her cunt a part of her lover's face as his tongue stroked her pussy.
The sweat rolled down her body. God, she wanted to cum! She had to cum! Why couldn't she cum?
"My clit!" she gasped, almost in tears. "My clit! Please! Do it! Do it again!"
Carl smiled, knowing he was teasing her, knowing it would make things even better in the end. His own dick was hard, demanding attention. The wait was excruciating, for him, too.
Finally, Carl pressed the tip of his tongue to the throbbing nub of her clit. "Oh, God!" she cried.
Carl's tongue flicked against her clit flesh, licking, strumming, keying her senses.
"Ohhhh, God, Carl, I'm gonna cum!" She screamed, Fireworks burst in her cunt. Showers of sensations prickled the sensitive flesh from one end of her love tube to the other.
Carl drove her orgasm, pushing his tongue deep into her spasming pussy between clit licks to spread the sensation the full length of her convulsing cunt walls. A plunging dick couldn't have done it better-couldn't have teased and stroked all her sweet spots until they were bursting with sensation.
"Aaaaiiiieeee!" Molly screamed.
Her body gave a final shudder as the peak passed, and sagged into the mattress.
Carl couldn't wait for her return from bliss. His cock throbbed at his touch as he gripped it with his right hand, holding it in position while he slid up, over her, and lifted his hips high. She was soft and supple underneath him, and he could feel the heat from her cunt as he pressed the blood-engorged head of his prick to her swollen, pink cunt lips.
She let out a gasp as she felt his massive cock push slowly into her. "Carl," she breathed, her cunt flesh stretching to accommodate his thickness. "Oh, darling ... "
Carl began fucking her with long, powerful strokes, shoving his cock deep into her. Her hips weaved upward, matching his motion with lady-like grace. For a few moments, they danced a sensual waltz, a joining of spirit and body with a grace rivaled only by the beauty of nature. But the pace quickly intensified. Soon, Carl was panting and jabbing her mushy softness with quick, rabbit-like strokes. And she rolled under him, lustily, like a whore.
"This is fuckin' good! This is fuckin' great! This is fuckin' right!" he gasped as he pounded between her thighs.
"Yes! Yes! It's fuckin' right!" she agreed with equal excitement.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby-"
Carl groaned as his balls tightened. He rammed his hips hard against her body. His cock swelled and burst, spraying her hot hole with his creamy lust.
"Ohhhhhh, darling!" Molly's legs shot into the air behind his back. White-hot ecstasy inundated her. "I'm cumming, darling! Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm cumming!" Her body thrashed and jerked, with no conscious control, under him.
She shrieked, he bellowed, they beat together, each lost in their own world. Lust, love and the purity of sensual pleasure joined their spirits in a bond that was stronger than their marriage vows.
Brenda must have slept. It was dark, with the room illuminated only by a single bedside lamp. She pressed back against Arny's powerful body and purred. Her lover sighed close to her ear and she twisted in his arms, reversing her position. Her hand couldn't resist reaching down to reawaken his penis. Her touch quickly turned it into a hot, hard poker of flesh, drooling with desire.
She responded with a satisfied smile and rubbed her beautiful tits into his hairy chest. Stabs of pleasure piqued her senses as the thick marauder grew and swelled in her hand.
"You never get enough, do you?" Arny teased her in the semi-darkness. His hand slipped between her thighs and he slid a long finger between her thick cunt lips and into the wetness inside.
"Mmmmmm. You make it sound like there's something wrong with that."
Arny chuckled. "Honey, I'll let you know when you do something wrong," he said, holding her with a hug and rolling to bring her lush, smooth body up on top of his.
Brenda purred and wrapped her warm thighs around his hips. She stretched her lips up for a kiss. He sucked and nibbled on her tongue as it moved into his mouth. Shivers of excitement electrified her body and made her tingle all over.
In a smooth, almost effortless motion, Brenda lifted her hips and settled again on Arny's up-thrust cock. Oh, that's nice, she thought, feeling the thick juicy spear thread its way into her core. "Love me?" she whispered when her heated snatch had a firm grasp on the entire length of his hard stalk. "Love you," he gasped.
Brenda began working her cunt slowly. It sloshed and bubbled, sucked and slurped, devouring the cock and then spitting it back out. It was her body's finest hour, she thought, it was made for this-the giving and getting of pleasure. Brenda never felt fulfilled as a woman unless she had a man's cock inside her. Arny's was great; Carl's was nice; but any cock would do.
"Ooohhhh, honey," Brenda whispered as Arny's muscular frame came to life and started pressing up against her.
The two worked together, mewing and groaning as his long cock wormed in and out of her cunt, turning her to mush inside. Her hips weaved steadily, twisting and grinding as they stroked his stretched pole. His prick held its own, but it was slow to respond fully after the sexy ordeal it had already been put through. That allowed her to enjoy two small explosions of pleasure before the hefty blast that sent them both spiraling to the heavens in ecstasy. She crooned love words and lust sounds as she bounced up and down on his creaming prick while her whole body became nothing more than a big, spasming cunt.
Later, as they lay together, she felt sure that it was all over for the evening. She lifted one rounded white thigh and draped it over his so that her cunt stretched and pressed against the wet lump of his cock. It was as close as she could come to a union with the exhausted evidence of his sex.
She may have slept, she may have not. It might have been a short time, it might have been long. But a stirring roused her lust-drugged senses.
"My God!" she whispered, feeling his cock stiffen slowly and twitch against her cunt lips. "Again, Arny?"
He grunted and rolled her over.
"Arny!" she gasped, feeling the tip of his cock press against the tight bud of her anus. "Not that too!"
But, yes, it was that, too. His prick wanted the pleasures of her ass-hole. It was a treat he reserved only for special occasions. like tonight, when he had been excited by the cries of the unknown woman on the other side of the wall-the woman who had sounded so familiar, almost as if he had known her all his life. Somehow, she had reminded him of his wife, and for some reason that had given extra strength to his fuck efforts.
So it wasn't really Brenda's ass-hole he was fucking, it was Molly's. And it was a form of fucking she, in all her innocence, would never abide.
Arny grunted as his slick cockhead moved in and out of Brenda's tight anal opening. Take that, Molly! And that!
Brenda shuddered, the novelty of being butt-fucked sending excitement all through her. There was slight pain at first, and then only a burning sensation as his cock spread slickness all the way through her throbbing rectum. When she realized he was about to cum, she reached between her legs to give herself the extra little touch she had been missing.
"Cum, lover," the lovely blonde hissed, rubbing the heel of her hand furiously across her clit. "Ohhhh, yes! Cum in my ass!"
Arny let out a cry and fucked forward, plunging his prick deep into her ass-hole as it began spouting its hot wrath.
Later, in the darkness, he thought about what he had done. He had fucked Brenda in every way imaginable way. But his efforts had been spurred by thoughts of his wife.
It was funny the way things worked out sometimes.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Carl moved quietly. Molly tried to avoid looking toward the adjoining room as she waited for him to lock the room. They had risen early, hoping to get away before the other couple got up.
And then, just as Carl rattled the knob, checking it one last time, the door of the other room opened. Brenda was laughing as she burst out into the early morning sunlight. The first thing Molly noticed was her friend's flush of satisfaction, a look that probably rivaled her own.
Brenda caught sight of Molly and choked off her laughter, her jaw hanging open. Arny looked up. "What the hell?"
Carl and Arny looked at each other with puzzled expressions, neither immediately comprehending the situation.
"Oh, my God!" said Brenda. "I can't believe this!"
And then, all hell broke loose. Arny rushed after Carl. Carl responded.
"Arny!" shouted Molly.
The shout arrested the two men in their tracks.
"Stop it!"
"What the hell were you doing in there with my wife?" Arny demanded. "What the hell do you think."
"You bastard!"
Carl pointed a shaking finger at Arny. "Me a bastard? What were you doing with my wife?"
Brenda recovered from her surprise and started laughing.
"Oh, come on, you two!" Molly exclaimed in disgust, grabbing Carl's arms and pulling the two men apart. "Act civilized!"
"Well, somebody's going to have to tell me what's going on!" Arny declared belligerently.
"We're going camping," said Molly, trying to remain calm despite her pounding heart. "That's what's going on."
"Camping?"
"Camping!" Carl affirmed.
Brenda chuckled and moved in until her big tits were pressing against Arny's back. "Has Carl been teaching you a few tricks?" she asked.
"Why, yes. He's been teaching me a number of things," Molly said, smiling sweetly at her friend.
"B-but," Arny stammered with a worried expression, "when will I see you again?"
"How about breakfast Monday morning?" Brenda suggested. "Our place."
Molly glanced at Carl, and then nodded agreement with a smile. "Monday morning, your place."
"B-bbut-"
"Have fun, darling," Molly told her husband. She moved in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Love you-bye."
"B-bbut-"
"I just don't understand it," Arny said, shaking his head.
"It seems simple to me-"
"I guess I'll never understand women."
Brenda laughed. "Don't bother to try, sweetheart."
"But she's fucking Carl!"
"And you're fucking me. So? What do you want, two woman all to yourself? Face up to it, stud, word's been getting around that she's been fucking everything that has two legs, a tail in front, and moves. Until now, I didn't believe it. But-"
"My Molly?"
"That's right, your Molly-and everyone else's!"
"My Molly...." His eyes suddenly showed a new respect for his simple, little, house-wifey spouse. "Damn!"
"This certainly makes things a lot easier for us," Brenda said practically, bringing the car to a stop in the driveway to her home. "We don't have to sneak around and waste money going to all those imagine hotels in towns, where we never even see the sights."
Arny's look of bemusement turned to a smile. "That's a point," he said. The smile turned to a lusty grin. "Yes, by God, that's a point."
They had all day to go, but that didn't stop them from kissing and groping as soon as they were in her house and out of sight of the neighbors.
"Arny, we don't need to hurry."
"Yeah, we do ... "
Brenda laughed. "You horny bastard! I can't understand what it is your wife doesn't see in you."
"Maybe it's just familiarity," he said thoughtfully, trying to understand what fueled his own need for strange pussy. "It's sort of like oatmeal. It's good for you, but you get tired of it every day."
She laughed at the comparison and led him to the living room sofa, where they sat down and started kissing again. The kisses were playful at first, but quickly became passionate, his hot breath mingling with hers. His hand slid inside the neckline of her dress and groped for her tits.
"Here, let me make that easier for you," she said, unhooking the back of her dress and shrugging it off her shoulders.
Arny took a deep breath and fumbled with the back of her bra. "Oh, God," he moaned as he freed her breasts completely. He reached out and stroked them. "I love your tits. They're so big ... lovely ... "
"Not like oatmeal?"
"More delicious," he said, leaning over to squeeze one of her burgeoning nipples between his lips.
"Mmmmmm," she purred, pushing her nipples back and forth for his lips.
He sucked her nipples, exciting her. She loved her breasts. They were so sensitive, and the eagerness of his sucking never failed to arouse her. She had been afraid that having Carl's permission-grudging as it was-would take the spice out of things, but it hadn't. Maybe Arny didn't love her, but he loved her body, and he approached it each time with the eagerness of a young man just discovering sex. And with a dick to match his enthusiasm, what more could a woman ask for?
Arny's hands slipped under her dress and between her thighs. Her nylon panties presented a frustrating barrier, and he had to content himself with stroking her bare thighs.
She reached over and unzipped his trousers. She pulled his cock out. It was stiff and stood tall, poking from his underwear. Her touch made him groan, and he leaned back on the couch with a sigh as she started stroking it. He let her bring him close to a climax before stopping her hand.
"Not that," he said gruffly. "I want to fuck your pussy."
She stood and held out her hand for him. "Come on," she said with a smile. "Let's go to the bedroom."
Although she'd had several lovers, no one had ever shared her marriage bed except Carl. But-thanks to this morning's pleasant surprise-her relationship with Arny had been acknowledged and accepted.
She watched the jerky movements of his penis as he undressed, then took her own clothes off. Lying down on the bed together, they cuddled in each other's arms. There was no urgency this morning, not like there had always been in the past.
"What do you suppose they're doing?" he asked her.
"Probably the same thing as us." She lifted her head and stared into his eyes. "Does that bother you?"
"Carl ... fucking Molly?" He thought for a moment. "No, not really. It just surprises me."
"It does me, too," Brenda added with a chuckle. "Pleasantly." She reached down and took hold of his cock and began stroking it gently. His fat balls bounced on the bed as the fleshy muscle took on the hardness of spear. "The thing that always bothered me most about cheating was the feeling that I was robbing Carl of the attention he deserved. But, now that I now he's getting his kicks, too, everything's okay. It's like having two husbands."
"Yeah! And two wives!"
"You're just a horny bastard," she teased, leaning over his belly to take his prick into her mouth. Arny groaned and lifted his hips, pushing his dick into her mouth. She sucked heartily, and salvia drooled down her chin. Her head bobbed up and down several times, then she pulled away. "Okay, Arny, honey, let's fuck."
He grunted his agreement and climbed between her legs as she rolled onto her back. She reached for his cock and squeezed his balls with one hand while the other guided his prick to her pussy.
He settled, burying his engorged cock in the moist, velvety, heat of her furrow. Her firm thighs hugged his rolling hips, and she flexed her strong cunt muscles around his plunging pole.
"Damn!" he gasped. "I don't think I can ever get enough of this!"
"I'm glad," she said, genuinely pleased that he enjoyed her cunt so.
"I don't know if I'm going to be able to last long," he said, his motion still slow and easy. "I really want to cum in you."
"Don't worry about it, honey." She knew his balls were full. He would probably be able to last all day. And then, after dinner and drinks at some sexy night spot, he would be all ready to go again.
"Your cunt feels great-always does," he breathed. "Just like a glove around me."
"Mmmmm."
His strokes increased in intensity, each long dip into her loins stretching toward her belly. As their organs became juicy, lusty, erotic sounds filled the air.
"Ooohhh, yessss, honey! Fuck me! Fuck meeee!"
He responded to her words, jabbing his hot poker in ever shorter strokes, twisting its base to mash her clit as their bodies plunged together. His hot meat throbbed; her pussy muscles twitched. Her back arched to rub her tits against his chest, and then she lay back again and forced her hips up against his downward motion. The bed rocked and the springs creaked. "Aaaaiiiieeee!"
Brenda began cumming. Glorious spasms wracked her body, tearing through her consciousness, sending her senses reeling. Her pussy contracted around his sliding prick, trying to milk it as it slid like a red-hot poker between the juicy walls of her cunt.
Arny held back, sending her soaring a second time before her intense cunt contractions had their effect on his body. At last, he shot his load deep into her with explosive intensity.
She sobbed as hot jism splashed into her cunt. Thick gobs of gooey excitement thrilled her over and over again.
When it was over, she clutched him with her legs locked around his hips and her arms holding him to her, keeping his cock captive and his chest pressed to her warm breasts. "Don't leave me, honey," she said softly. "Just stay like this."
Carl kissed her neck and sagged submissively. He didn't ask how long.
It didn't matter.
Carl and Molly's arrival had disturbed the tranquility of the forest glade at first. But now, as they settled quietly, becoming a part of the peaceful scene, the chattering of the birds rose again to join with the rush of the small waterfall and the gurgling of the stream that ran just a few feet from where they were stretched out on the grassy bank.
They were both naked, their clothing hidden from sight so that there was nothing to disrupt the pure beauty of nature.
Molly lifted on one elbow so that she could look at her lover. Her eyes roamed his broad chest and traced his lean muscles and sinewy arms. Her gaze followed the sweep of curly hair that rose on his chest and thickened as it arrowed downward to gather like a dark hand around the base of his cock, and she could feel a flame begin to flicker within her loins.
She pulled a long-stemmed blade of grass and touched it to the head of his cock. It twitched. She teased the tiny hole in its head and made him chuckle.
"You're a nasty woman."
"Why?"
"Because a good woman's not supposed to have an interest in cocks."
"I guess I'm a nasty woman."
And he was right, she supposed. She couldn't recall once in her life discussing cocks with even her closest friends. It was a no-no, a subject taboo in polite society. But there was no way she could convince herself that there was anything at all wrong with her interest.
As she continued teasing Carl's prick, it began to fill and expand, stretching upward across his pubic bush like a primitive spear.
"I hope you didn't mind my idea about camping. It was just something that blurted out."
"It was a flash of inspiration," said Carl, wriggling on his back into a more comfortable position as her teasing made his cock turgid and thick. "I don't mind it a bit."
Neither had Arny. That had surprised her. He had given in without any fuss at all. She pondered that as she stared at Carl's cock, admiring the shaped of the mushroom-shaped cap that flared around its stiff end. The face of the cockhead had taken on a reddish hue, and the stretched surface had a soft sheen. Its handsome, hefty, sculpted look took her breath away.
"Do you suppose he still loves me?" she asked quietly.
He thought for a moment, then replied, "Yes."
"And you still love Brenda?"
"Yes ... and you still love Arny."
"Oh, God, Carl! What a mess we've gotten ourselves into."
He pushed her back on the grass and leaned over her, staring into her eyes. "It's only a mess if we let it be," he said.
"You mean ... we should just accept it?"
"That's right. Accept it, and relish it."
"But what will people-"
"The hell with people!" The flare of anger in his eyes was just a shade removed from pure lust. "I love you, Molly."
"Oh, Carl ... "
He kissed her shoulder.
"Mmmmmm."
He kissed her again, and the tip of his tongue came out to touch the place where her neck joined her shoulder. Quivering, she turned her lips to his.
As they kissed, he stroked her tits and she gripped his hard-on. She tickled it, squeezed it, and rubbed her finger across the tip, spreading the oily juices that had begun to leak from its tiny slit. Her fingers curled around the turgid shaft, and she began stroking it rhythmically.
"I love you, too," she whispered.
"Do you love me? Or do you love my cock?"
"I ... don't really know," she said honestly.
"There's one way to find out," he said, climbing between her outstretched legs.
She gasped, watching his cock sway above her. He crawled up between her parted thighs and touched the head of his prick to the lips of her cunt. She sighed. Her cunt lips parted, and he eased his prick into the wet warmth of her inner core.
"God, Molly!" He let out a deep groan, responding to the heat of her interior and the velvety clutch of her cunt walls as they gripped him like a glove. Her little pulses of excitement rippled along the length of his stretched pole, the heat gathering at the base of his crotch and warming his balls.
She leaned up on her elbows so that she could watch, and she marveled at how their bodies blended with nature. A rabbit had emerged from the bushes and sat hardly ten feet away from them, ignoring them as a threat while it munched grass.
"Oohhh, Carl, I do love your cock!" she hissed. "It's wonderful!"
"Shameless woman," he grunted, and thrust deeper into her tight channel.
"Oohhh, Carl, honey!" She squealed breathlessly. "Oohhh! Fuck me!"
Carl plunged his cock deep. Her pussy was juicy and tight, the feeling driving his passion to dizzying heights. The morning encounter with Brenda and Arny had excited him; the hike in the hills had given time for his lust to build; now, the rhythmic pressure of her cunt muscles around his stroking cock was driving him to mindless completion. Her sexy syrup smeared his swollen prick head and squished lewdly each time he lunged forward.
She cried out in excitement, "Fuck me, darling! Yes! Yes! Fuck me!"
The rabbit started and stared curiously at them, watching their feverish mating ritual.
"Ooohhh, baby!" he gasped.
"Yes, Carl! Yes!"
She pumped upward, grinding her clenching cunt around his meaty spear as it drove into her tight channel ... each long, slow stroke pushing them closer to the edge.
"Now!" she cried.
"Yes!"
With her eyes squeezed shut, she pushed back into the grass. Her head tossed from side to side, her auburn tresses flashing and flailing. Her hips bucked, driving against his plundering fuck pole.
Suddenly, hot juices gushed from his cock.
"Ooohhh, Carl! Don't stop! Fill me with your cream!" She ground her mound hard into his groin, mashing her clit, driving herself toward orgasm. A moment later, she was swept beyond control. Lightening flashed, and a thunderbolt rocked her loins. Her legs shot into the air, and her sharp cry broke the stillness of the forest.
The rabbit scurried away in alarm.
Panting, Carl drove her with a fast series of short, deep strokes. And then, the strength died in his cock. He sagged, covering her quivering flesh.
Her ecstasy slowing fading, Molly didn't even feel his weight. With his flesh cooling against hers, she felt fulfilled, as if his body and hers were nothing more than extensions of each other. Even separated, their was a oneness between them. It was not a unique feeling, she realized; it was a feeling she felt when with one other man.
A man she loved.
Her husband.
"I love you," she whispered. And, at last, she knew it was true.
