Veronica Davis peeled the sheet away from her husband's naked body and felt a raw stirring sensation lift through her. Sight, or even thought, of him usually had this effect on her.
Well rested after a good night's sleep, she invariably woke up with her motor running. Lying in a bed, nude, her tits and ass and legs brushing against the covers only revved her engine higher. Where all this fuck-energy came from she could only guess.
That was why she appreciated Sam so much. He went through each day as horny as she was, and he had terrific recuperative powers. As soon as she had found him, she'd known that she should latch on to him for keeps.
As expected, his cock was hard. It rose up out of the bed of his balls and pubic hair, a thick, long tube of fuckmeat angled back over his pelvis, colored that tasty shade of pink. Even the head. Smooth all over, tireless, it was just what Veronica needed. She loved having it up her cunt or her ass or down her throat.
Perched ass-on-heels beside him on the bed, Veronica openly considered her handsome husband, simply appreciating him, and realizing how much she was going to miss him during this latest business trip. It was going to make the nights as difficult as the mornings were.
Teasing herself, she played both hands over her body. At twenty-seven, the long-haired blonde could have passed for twenty. Her skin was smooth and taut. Her high-slung, handfilling tits were still jutting out as flauntingly as they had at sixteen, nipples thick and pulpy and sensitive.
Veronica's hips had filled out to a nice, womanly curve, and her ass was fuller too. Nice and cushiony. Sam liked walking a pace or two behind her so he could watch it twitch in tight skirts or shorts and such.
Wonderful, hard cock, Veronica thought to herself as her eyes returned to him. She let the words and the image play around in her wicked mind, then bowed low over his belly. Good long fuck-meat. Beautiful prick. She had to suck it, to have it, or she would just go up a wall.
She licked her lips, barely suppressing a smile of pure enjoyment. Holding her tongue out, she flicked it at Sam's balls. She used just the tip, keeping her touches soft and gentle. Out of the corner of an eye she saw his cock swell further and give a jerk of excitement.
Her tongue was drawn to it, lips parted, she ran the wet tip up the underside of the cockshaft. Eyes closed, she knew by heart just how far away that little nook under the prick-head was. She eased her tongue over it and then, with a twist of her probe, wiped a drop of anticipatory cum from the slit. She hadn't had to look to know it was there either.
Curling her tongue, twisting her head, she licked Sam's prick-head all over, until it gleamed with the wetness of her saliva and the drooling, clear cock-juice.
Sam's legs began to move. His head turned to face away, then rolled back. His body squirmed. Veronica idled her tongue on the smooth underside as she gazed up his body and watched him awaken. I love this, she thought. I really, really love it.
She used her lips on Sam's prick next. She kissed the underside of the tip and continued on down the fuck-length bit by bit, all the way to his balls. She worked around each one and in between and found the base of his cock and started smooching her way back up. Heavier kisses now, with wet, smacking sounds.
There was a sudden sharp intake of breath on Sam's part and his head lifted. Seeing what was happening, he grinned and let his head sink back into the pillow.
"You'd think I'd have gotten used to your stunts by now," he murmured sleepily.
"Here's hoping I can keep on surprising you," she answered.
Settling her parted lips low down on his underside, she swept her warm, velvet softness upward on his incredible cock. She added pressure and took it away as she continued gliding over his cock's smooth bottom-side, tantalizing his flesh with her own.
"What happened to the alarm clock?" he asked. "We do have time for all this, don't we?" a
"You won't miss your plane," she promised, and gave his cock a heavy, wet lick. "Don't take too much out of me." Veronica lifted her mouth from his cock and started using a smooth hand on it, jerking him off as she smiled up at him in vixen fashion. "You'll survive. Barely."
He writhed easily on the bed, grinning some more. "I could lick your pussy for you."
She shook her head. "I don't want you to have any distractions. You're going away for a few days and I want you to remember what's waiting for you."
"So I can ravage you when I get home?"
"That's the idea."
Her husband chuckled. "You are a crafty wench. Maybe that's why I love you." Veronica squeezed his cock-flesh. "This is why I love you."
He lifted lazily onto both elbows, gazing down at her. His eyes met hers and he said, "Suck me."
"Just what I had in mind," Veronica answered.
She brought her other hand to his cock and rubbed the fuck-length between the two of them, sliding one palm down as the other went up. She was giving him the final warm up.
"You think I can keep a gorgeous piece of cock-meat like this at arm's length for long?" she murmured. "Not very likely, buddy."
"Just long enough to drive me crazy, huh? Now suck me, angel. Suck my cock ... suck me ... suck me...." His voice trailed off and her writhed impatiently.
Veronica lifted her ass and shifted her knees over toward his shoulders. It put her in a better position to take his prick and it was a pretty sexy pose for him to ogle.
She patiently licked another drop of pre-cum from his cock-hole and wiped her tongue against the flared prick-knob. She rested one hand on his flat belly while slinking the other one down to enclose his balls. His legs spread wide to give her room.
Sam's prick was jerking with hunger. Beginning to want his cum badly, she snared his prickhead with her ovaled lips.
"Yesss," Sam hissed excitedly. "There, that's what I need. That's the touch that I love."
It was contact that Veronica loved as well. She could still be surprised by the stimulation she got from having a throbbing hard-on slide past her lips. It was as if her mouth was a sex organ of its own, wired to the nerve endings of her pussy and her clit. Outrageous. Sometimes when she sucked Sam's cock she actually came.
Certainly using her mouth as a sex organ, Veronica worked down her husband's prick-length bit by bit. She never liked to rush this first part, preferring to get re-acquainted all over again, even though she had his fucker completely memorized. Besides, it was such a kick for him, this way.
"When I was fourteen years old I dreamed about women like you," Sam murmured through the haze of his growing arousal. "I had no idea that you really existed, but you do, and you're even sexier than I imagined."
More devoted to drawing his ultimate pleasure to the fore than ever, Veronica continued down his cock with frequent stops for short back-strokes and lush oral squeezes. She rolled his balls on the ends of her fingers, feeling how heavy and cum-swollen they were. Fresh cum, too. She'd used up much of his ready supply the night before.
What a terrific specimen she had for herself in Sam Davis. It was as if some sympathetic god had created him expressly for her. Now if only she could find another sympathetic god to keep him at home more, away from the office and these business trips.
With lewd satisfaction she felt the pointy upn per end of Sam's prick enter the hollow of her throat. Where other women might have stopped there and pulled back, it was Veronica's pleasure to press on with even greater enthusiasm. She pushed herself onto the prick until her stretched, puckered lips were encircling the very base.
"Ooohhh nooo, nooo, nooo, it's too much," Sam groaned plaintively. "It's too good. I'm gonna shoot it, baby. You're gonna take my cum."
Veronica knew better. Sam was excitable but his cock wasn't. He kept underestimating his staying power. Or pretending to. He could tease her pretty good at times.
To let him know she wasn't being fooled, Veronica held where she was for an extra moment. She flexed the muscles lining her lips and squeezed in on the broad base of his fuck-shaft. She could just imagine the hot tingles that went hurrying up his cock and out through his loins. He moaned approvingly.
Veronica slowly pulled back on her husband's cock. She paused to catch her breath, then continued back, applying suction that registered with a delicious pulling sensation within a squeezing, lewdly slurping mouth. Her pussy tingled and her toes curled as she thought on just what she was doing. And with whom.
They'd been married for four years and not once had she become bored with him. His body, his mind, his habits, were all as fresh and delicious to her as on their wedding night.
Veronica moaned deeply and shook her body as she started working her mouth up and down Sam's enslaving prick-meat. And it was work. The work of a devoted lover and sensualist. The work of an artist.
"Suck my cock," Sam intoned with increasing breathlessness. "Suck it good, baby. Suck it like I know you can. Suck the jiz right out of my balls."
She jiggled those balls for him, as if to stir up his heating juices and bring them to a rolling boil. His hips jerked and she welcomed his initial thrusts with a clenching grip.
Veronica shifted one knee away from the other, parting her thighs. She took her hand from his belly and her mouth from his cock as she looked up at him.
"Lover? Look at my pussy."
She watched his head turn and in that moment she slid her hand onto her crotch from the underneath, between her upper thighs. She curved her back downward to stick out her privates for better viewing. With the tips of two fingers she spread her outer cunt-folds wide.
Veronica moved her stiff fingers in a circular motion, rubbing herslef while keeping the fuckslit fully exposed. It was an added treat for him, Veronica knowing how much he enjoyed just looking at her. And it was another little something for him to hurry home to.
She returned her wanton mouth to Sam's prick, gliding all the way down the thickly pulsing fullness of it. She cuddled his balls for him some more and continued frigging her cunt.
Bringing both fingers together back there, she pushed them all the way into her steamy fuck tunnel. Then, pulling them out, she could feel the wetness on her digits, and was sure Sam could see it. She felt one of his hands come to the smooth, round crescent of her nearest asscheek, simply wanting to be closer to her.
His touch was electric, sending hot blasts of arousal through her. She was getting pretty damned turned on, and it concerned her a little. She didn't want to come before Sam did. She wanted his pleasure to be the real focus. But she couldn't slow up much now. She was too far gone.
Veronica attacked her husband's cock with a raw intensity. She jiggled and squeezed his balls. The least she could do was have him come with her, and she was absolutely determined to draw a climax out of his body.
The wild enthusiasm worked in her favor. It got to Sam, and made him want to come as bad as she wanted him to. His hips bucked his prick in and out of her slaving mouth and throat and together their passions reached a feverish pitch.
Out of control, Veronica was frigging fingers in and out of her clasping cunt at the same time as Sam fucked her in the face. She could feel her own pressure building, building, and wanted release so desperately but was hoping it wouldn't break just yet.
Sam moaned, his voice climbing and climbing and then being cut off as all hell broke loose from his balls. His cock triggered into spasms of release and Veronica felt her mouth filling up with shooting cream.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmm," she whimpered hotly as he own climax started to happen. Her body lurched and twisted against the wracking pleasures of her release. And what with trying to take in Sam's jiz and dealing with his fulfillment, Veronica thought for sure that she would go nuts with the perverse pleasure of it all.
Stretching out alongside Sam with her mouth still pulling at his dying cock, Veronica wondered if maybe she hadn't already gone crazy somewhere along the line. Totally, absolutely insane. For sex.
Interesting possibility.
She would have to talk to her great and good friend Mavis about it. Later this morning, once they got their partner husbands away on this business trip of theirs.
CHAPTER TWO
Mavis Malone was a few years younger than Veronica, and a brunette, but there were similarities. Mavis had a face and body to stop runaway trucks, and she liked to use it to any and all erotic benefit. She was married to a great guy as well.
Bart Malone was Sam Davis's partner in a growing advertising firm. The two had been pals since college and they too were somewhat alike. Mavis thought her man was more handsome, or course, and more charming, more everything n for that matter.
Mavis knew how to make all of Bart's circuits go pop, all right, and that was all that counted. And he could wow her pretty good too. They'd done it for each other again last night, starting early and finishing late. Bart was now sleeping like a lamb, the hint of a smile across his lips.
They'd started out intending to get his clothes packed but had gotten sidetracked. Mavis set the alarm for a little earlier this morning and got up to do that chore, leaving him to rest up a few extra minutes.
But, he did have to get up eventually, or sooner....
Setting the suitcase down by the door, Mavis turned to the bed. She could remember a time when she would have only nudged him awake. Now that seemed almost quaint.
Since meeting Veronica a little over two years ago, before their marriage, Mavis had begun to think bigger, as in more daring. The woman had taken her under wing and escorted Mavis into a whole new attitude toward herself and men and, more than anything, fucking.
Mavis approached the bed. Let's see, she said to herself, how would Veronica handle a situation like this?
The first thing she did was get rid of the pajama top of Bart's that she had been wearing. She flung it across the room. Then she peeled the sheet from her husband's body and dropped it, taking stock of the situation.
Bart looked all bent out of shape. From the waist down he was turned one way, legs bent. His shoulders were flat on the bed. His cock was pointing at some distant spot in a corner of the ceiling. He was naked, tanned from head to toe, like Mavis was.
Ogling him, she began to feel raunchy. Wicked. Itchy to get really down and dirty.
"Go with your feelings," she remembered Veronica saying once. "Let your urges be your guide."
"No matter how nasty?" Mavis had asked.
"The nastier the better. He'll love it."
Mavis has given it a try and sure enough, Bart had eaten it up. Now, whatever success she had in bed she seemed to owe to Veronica. She had yet to figure out a way to properly thank the harlot.
Meanwhile, she had a husband to get out of bed.
Mavis stepped up onto the bed, careful not to jostle Bart out of his contented slumber. She stood astride of his head and slowly squatted. Somehow he had worked himself down off the pillow and so she had plenty of room.
She squatted all the way down, until the parted folds of her hairless pussy touched his ear. Balanced on her legs, she moved her crotch about with ease, nuzzling his ear and cheek with her pussy and the taut, smooth cushions of her ass-cheeks.
"Wake up honey," she said in a girlish, singsong voice. "You're getting a visit from the pussy fairy."
Bart stirred, his legs straightening. His head turned and, when his eyelids fluttered open, he found himself looking straight up the front of her body. Mavis was smiling down at him in a devilish way and he instantly smiled back.
"Mmmmmm, yes indeed," he said appreciatively, and treated her pussy to a good morning smooch. And another, and another, and a lick....
"I think you approve," Mavis said, thrilling to the fondness of his touch.
"Don't be surprised," he answered. "You can do no wrong in my bed."
"That's because you're a rabid gash-hound. But I am surprised by myself sometimes."
"As long as you don't start scaring yourself we'll do great," he answered, continuing to nuzzle her splayed cunt-flesh.
"I'm starting to get wet is what I'm starting," she said.
"I can see that," Bart replied. "You've got juice dripping out of you."
Mavis underwent a rich thrill. She couldn't imagine it getting any better than it did with Bart. Even a little playing around like this went a hell of a long way.
Bart rubbed her ass with his hands and licked at and into her gaping cunt. He was getting serious, but he was keeping things light.
He gave her rump a playful slap from each side. It was great to be able to have fun like this. Just to relax with each other, making for a good environment for carnality to bloom in. Another lesson learned from Veronica.
Mavis reached between her thighs and parted her cunt for Bart. Her pussy-hole came fully into view near the tip of his nose, glistening with wetness, aromatic with juices and baking passions, the slit itself a deceptively short line in her delicate, intimate flesh.
"Looks barely big enough for a finger," Bart commented.
Mavis replaced her middle finger with the next one along and teased the tip of the former into the slit. She pushed it in, and in, and all the way in. She moved it around inside the cunt-sheath, coating it with her running oils, then slowly pulled it out.
Straightening the pussy-slicked digit, she lowered the tip toward her husband's nose. She let him inhale the scent of her intimate sweetness before trailing her finger down to his lips. She played the tip across the line of his mouth, just waiting for a bite.
He was too fast for her, catching her finger between his teeth before she could teasingly snatch it away. He closed his lips about it and sucked, and Mavis let him draw her finger into his mouth. She let him lick and suck her juices from it.
"I think it's big enough for a tongue now," Mavis said. She took her finger from between his lips and used the wet tip on the grown spike of her jutting clit. Bart watched and ogled her pussy with a grin.
"If it isn't big enough," he said, "it will be."
Promptly he lifted his mouth to her stretched-open cunt, contacting the hot inner pink in a lurid sort of kiss. His tongue lifted out and wriggled up into her cunt-tunnel in a way that would not be denied.
Mavis's thighs and ass trembled, but there was more to come. Bart was working his tongue even farther into her body. His nose nuzzled into the upper zones of her pussy and mauled her clit. The press of his lips ground at her sensitive privates with a bold hunger.
"Ooooooh," she groaned wantonly, "have you got the magic. You can get me so fucking hot with that mouth of yours. Oh I love it, love it, love it!"
She pushed her pussy at his mouth and trembled again at his eager, wanting response. Thrilling, she wiggled around shamelessly on her husband's mouth. Bart really did know how to nibble pussy-she had found that out early-and every time he treated her to it he seemed to be better at it. He could probably give lessons to Veronica, and wouldn't that be a switch.
Mavis wasn't sure how it had happened, but she had been seduced by that blonde pagan goddess. More than once, in fact. And while the woman was skilled with her tongue, Bart was the master as far as she was concerned.
Gripping her ass firmly in both hands, Bart rotated his wife's ass above his face. He worked his tongue against her eager motions, doubling the friction of the intimate contact. When that had her quivering with delight, he pulled his tongue from her cunt-hole and flirted the tip up onto her inflamed clit.
Mavis almost doubled over with pleasure when that happened. She gasped thickly and moaned her deep delight.
"That's good," she enthused, entranced by Bart's tongue motions. "That's real good. Make me come on your tongue."
Bart ran circles around the base of her clit with his probe, first one way, then the other. In between he paused to suck it between his lips for a lasting squeeze, or simply flutter his tongue tip for a maddening length of time against the sweetly stinging clit.
Curving her body, letting some of her weight rest in his cradling hands, Mavis self-indulgently played both of her hands up onto the jutting pouts of her tits. She pressed them in against her chest and rolled them around, flexing her fingers, kneading and squeezing the packed masses of tit-flesh.
"Is it getting you hot, baby?" Bart asked.
"You know it," Mavis gasped.
"I'm gonna make you hotter."
"Just don't stop. I'll never forgive you if you stop."
He swept his tongue around her clit and over it and down along her oozing gash, up and down either side of the entrance and into the fuck-slit, into the hotness and wetness of her pussy. His tongue buried itself there, and he pulled his first surprise on her.
Bart suddenly gripped Mavis about the waist. At the same time he twisted his body and rolled over, toppling Mavis onto her side across the bed. He wrestled her onto her back and, still holding her by the waist, he pushed her upper body over the edge of the bed.
He only stopped when her ass reached the edge of the low mattress. Body curved outward, her head and shoulders were planted on the lush carpeting. Her thighs were upright and both legs were lifting into the air, parting farther.
Mavis's squeals of surprise and delight changed to low moans of anticipation. In this position she felt totally thrown open to her husband's wicked urges, helpless to fight off whatever advances he cared to throw at her even if she might have wanted to.
"Oh, you sexy man," she breathed. "What're you gonna do to me now that you've got me just where you want me?"
He unleashed his second surprise.
He had already pulled his mouth from the folds and hollows of Mavis's cunt. As tempting a target as her saliva and juice-bathed privates were, he resisted returning to them.
Below, her ass-cushions were spread wide. The pink spot of her asshole was exposed, vulnerable, waiting to be plundered and pillaged.
Bart lowered softly puckered lips around the smooth ass-ring and flirted his tongue outward. He flicked wetly at her sensitive flesh.
Mavis gasped, then gasped again, then cooed illicitly. "Ooooh, you crafty cock. You're really starting something now, mister, and you'd better not be teasing."
"I know," he said, "You'd never forgive me.
"Smart-assed bastard," she murmured. "Lick my asshole and make it good."
Slowly, almost too slowly, he pressed his tongue up to her tiny opening and applied circular caresses.
"Lick me, lover," she cooed, cuddling her tits, bunching them up so she could lick at the extended nipples. "Tongue my shit-hole for me. I love it so much I wish I could do it to myself. Do it for me, lover."
Bart dug in at her pinched asshole with lust-hardened tongue, forcing inward, ramming up against the constricted opening and turned her shit-hole into a sopping sex-hole, and he tongued her without mercy.
Feeling flames of arousal and need eating into her system with increasing ardor, Mavis slid both hands down her heaving, voluptuous body and found her gaping, steamy pussy. Before Bart's half-lidded eyes, she pulled her cunt-folds' wide apart and slid in a long, flesh-stroking finger.
Pulling it out again, Mavis paired it with another and slowly, tantalizingly inserted both together. She made the circular motions she had made before and felt Bart's tongue attack her fiery asshole with ever greater vigor.
He seemed to be enjoying it so much that she didn't expect him to stop. But, shortly she felt him licking back up onto her pussy, licking at her there and her fingers as well.
Mavis felt a brief wash of disappointment over having her sensitized asshole simply abandoned, but just as quickly she was reminded that her husband was not the kind of man to let her down or leave her wanting for long.
As his tongue flicked between the wet fingers and reached in to stab at her clit, Mavis felt pressure on her asshole. It was the tip of a finger, moistened by a tongue, and it wanted in. Grinning from ear to ear, the lush brunette gave an inviting wriggle of her ass and bucked it up at Bart's venturesome finger.
It wanted in, and it was coming in. More, more, all the time more, until Mavis was letting out rich squeals of excitement at the depths he was reaching. And then it seemed to come in even farther.
Up above, Bart's tongue was doing some digging in of its own. His mouth was gnawing at her inflamed flesh. She pulled her hands away and returned them to her achy tits, squeezing brazenly at the coned masses.
He assaulted her with his tongue and mouth and hands and Mavis soon found herself shivering and shuddering out of control. Her long, shapely legs jerked and twitched, her ass whipping from side to side with spastic responses. Inside she was trembling on the brink of something out of this world. Her mind had turned into a flaming pink extension of her pussy, and she was lost.
With vivid convulsions she was into her climax, coming mightily. The impossibly rich sensations of release whirled on and on, until she thought they would never stop, and poor Bart would have to leave on his business trip with his hard-on intact.
Then, feeling herself being pulled back onto the bed and underneath him, she knew she had nothing to worry about.
And neither did he.
CHAPTER THREE
Bart and Sam were going to meet at the office and go to the airport from there. Not long after Sam went out the door Veronica was on the phone with Mavis.
"How are you, kid?" the older, blonde woman asked.
"Fit as a fiddle and ready for fun," Mavis replied.
"How about mixing in a little business with that fun?"
"Business is one of my pleasures. What have you got in mind?"
"Something big. Ever heard of Texas Beer?"
"I think so."
"Well, Sam heard a rumor that the owner is looking to expand to the coast. I made a few calls and found out it's true. He's looking for someone to handle the advertising."
"Uh-huh," Mavis answered with interest. "I was thinking we should have a little talk with him," Veronica elaborated.
"On behalf of our husbands."
"And ourselves," Veronica hinted.
"You think both of us should go?"
"Two mouths are better than one."
Mavis smiled, knowing exactly what Veronica had in mind. This wouldn't be the first time that she and Veronica had gotten together for business reasons. Mavis had felt a little funny about it at first, but Veronica had set her straight. What benefited their hubbies benefited them, and if they could get a few kicks out of it, especially to avoid being bored silly, then so much the better.
"His name's Billy Joe Brown," Veronica went on, "and I've already managed to set up a meeting."
"For when?"
"This morning. On Muriel's boat."
"I can't wait."
* * *
The boat was a fifty-foot yacht tied up at its usual berth down at the marina. It was owned by the manager of an exclusive bordello who happened to be an old pal of Veronica's. At least, that was how Mavis saw it. She wasn't sure of all the details.
The two wives met there at ten o'clock. They had each sat through a long bath, put on some sexy underthings and satin dresses cut low up top and slits down below that showed plenty of thigh. They waited together on the deck for Billy Joe and soon witnessed his approach.
He was a tall, rugged-looking, out-doorsy type of man in a Stetson, an ornate western shirt, jeans and cowboy boots. He was a fit-looking forty or so, handsome, sporting a big, wide, aw shucks grin.
"I'll bet there's a lot of ride in that bull," Mavis remarked as they watched him come down the ramp onto the wooden pier.
"Wouldn't surprise me a bit."
Billy Joe came up to the short step ladder leading aboard the craft and asked permission to come aboard. It was granted and Veronica made introductions. After brief small talk they went into the salon.
It was furnished with couches and chairs, a coffee table, a TV and was equipped with a bar. Besides one of the chairs was a cooler of beer, which Billy Joe seemed to notice ahead of everything else.
"Well now," he drawled, removing his hat, "what have we here?" He went over and pulled out a can. "Texas Beer, mah favorite." He turned to the ladies as they sashayed up to him. "Nice touch, ladies. Can I offer you one?"
"Why don't we all share?" Veronica suggested.
"Right neighborly-like," he answered, eyeing her warmly. He appeared pretty wise to what was going on. But he was in no hurry to get down to dickering. It was the ladies' show and he was content to let them run it.
Billy Joe popped the top and handed the can to Veronica for the first sip. She perched herself on the arm of the couch and handed the can to Mavis, who was flanking his other side.
"Tasty, Billy Joe," Veronica said, and Mavis concurred.
"Thank you kindly," he answered. "My own recipe, you know." He took the can and gulped a swig.
"Actually, your beer is what we wanted to discuss," Veronica said then. "Specifically, its advertising." Seeing she had his attention, she continued. "We represent a company that believes your product could do extremely well out here, with the right handling."
"Glad to hear it." He slid an arm about Mavis's waist and drew her comfortably close.
"You need a young company, with young ideas, but just the right degree of tradition."
"What is this company?"
From under a bra strap Veronica produced a business card. She handed it to Billy Joe. "Malone and Davis," he read.
"A couple of real go-getters, Billy Joe," Mavis spoke up.
"Well maybe I'll give 'em a call."
"I'm afraid that's not good enough," Veronica said. She stood, easing in on Billy Joe's unoccupied flank. "We're here to make double damn sure you do give them a call." Billy Joe answered with another good ole boy grin. Only now it was showing some good ole wolf. "Well shit. I'll always listen to a first-class argument."
Veronica eased the beer from his hand and took a sip before handing it back.
"Have a seat," she purred, and watched him help himself to the over-stuffed chair at his back.
Standing close in front of him, side by side, Mavis and Veronica casually, unhurriedly loosened their dresses and slipped them off. They turned naturally toward one another, each reaching around to unfasten the other's bra. Their tit-points touched, and their hair. Lingering together, they softly smooched.
Veronica felt a tremble of anticipation course through Mavis's body and for the umpteenth time was struck by the brunette's libido. Once sexually committed to something there wasn't much holding back on her part. It reminded Veronica of herself.
They really were two of a kind, she supposed.
Pulling off one another's lacey bra, they let their hands idle on each other's tits. It was serving as a nice warm-up for the cock action to come, but right now Billy Joe was benefiting the most from their actions. They could see him watching intently as he sipped his beer and rubbed heavily at his crotch.
They hadn't worked out any routine beforehand. Just generalities. Always thinking alike as they did, they weren't likely to go off in different directions.
They turned together, Mavis's back turning to Billy Joe with Veronica shifting in front of her. Feet apart, the blonde squatted lewdly. She pinched the hip strands of the brunette's bikini panties and began to work them down in deliberate fashion. For fun, Mavis twitched her womanly ass from side to side.
When Mavis stepped clear of her undies, the two women changed places and positions. Mavis peeled the covering from Veronica's ass in a clenching grip and yanked the panties down long, tapered legs.
Both women were then standing, facing Billy Joe. They were in their play outfits-garter belts, long smoky nylons and high heels-and were a sight to behold, for a moment more like something to worship than frolic with. Incredible.
Billy Joe gulped the last drop from his can and reached for another and said, "Pussy and beer, Mah Gawd, I could live off it for months on end."
"You came to the right place." Mavis winked and, with Veronica, moved in on him. Veronica knelt to wrestle with his boots. Mavis went around behind the chair and leaned forward to unbutton his shirt. Billy Joe laid his head back and lifted to nuzzle at her hanging tits. Mavis shook them against his face as she pulled his shirt open.
She opened his jeans, then circled back around in front of him. Kneeling next to Veronica, she took a pants leg, and Veronica took one, and they pulled. His jeans came off and, without underwear to begin with, Billy Joe was naked.
His cock was hard. It swung up from between his thighs and stood straight and tall, thick and red and gnarled with thick veins before captivated eyes. The cum-slit was already showing wetness.
"They sure grow some fine-looking prick down Texas way, Billy Joe," Veronica commented.
"Just lucky that way, I guess," he drawled, not too modestly.
Remaining on her knees, Mavis moved in between his outstretched legs. She lifted one onto the arm of the chair and let it hang there, his crotch and balls nicely exposed. Veronica moved to the outside of his other leg and, with it stretched out between them, she leaned in closer to Billy Joe's cock as well.
The glassy eyes of both women were sharply focused on the upright prick-shaft and cum-swollen balls. Mavis and Veronica looked like a pair of kids who'd just happened onto and awesome treat.
And maybe they had. Devoted as they were to their husbands they had found that there was always room for at least one more prick in their lives. And Billy Joe's was a beaut.
The fact that business had brought them together was forgotten as Mavis and Veronica took in the sight of Billy Joe's body and throbbing cock. It looked like it was just itching for them to try it on for size, to find out just what that upright, ornate-seeming column of fuckmeat was made of.
The wives were getting a little itch themselves. Simultaneously they lowered asses onto heels and leaned their faces in close to Billy Joe's privates. Their wily tongues flirted out and began going over his cock-shaft, up and down with soft wet licks that made his prick-length swell and strain even higher.
"Gorgeous cock," Mavis whispered, just loud enough for Billy Joe to hear. She ran a loose hand over it a few times, marveling at the thickness and rigidity. And at the fact that no matter how many cocks she saw, no two would ever look completely alike.
"Why don't you check out his balls," Veronica purred.
"You just want all this prick for yourself," Mavis said.
"I'll leave you some, don't worry."
Mavis didn't put up a fight. Hell, she liked balls. She knew they were as sensitive as cockflesh was, if not more so, and she had the know-how to make Billy Joe squirm with pleasure. And that seemed to be the point of the exercise.
The busty, slender-waisted, wide-assed brunette ducked down from Billy Joe's fuckshaft and came face to face with his large-looking balls. The sac was hairless, oddly unlike the rest of his body, smooth skinned, and seemingly stretched a little tight for the meaty packages contained within.
Mavis stuck her tongue out and placed it underneath the bulging sac of balls. She lifted the tip in weighing fashion, testing Billy Joe's balls with a connoisseur's touch as she flirted with them. Her eyes closed, then opened as she looked up. Beyond his cock she saw Billy Joe thirstily downing beer while staring hotly down his body.
Leaning over his cock, Veronica licked her lips wetly. She couldn't remember' not knowing how to please a cock with her mouth. She'd learned at a very early age just what males had down there and that it was a key to their pleasure, and just from thinking and imagining she had come up with some remarkably useful ideas. She'd had a sixth sense about it, and all carnal matters, really.
She curled a slender hand about the base and squeezed. She dipped out her tongue and swirled it around and around the swollen prick-head, first in one direction, then in another. It began to shine with wetness and got as slick as she wanted it.
Then she settled her softly puckered lips about the very tip of the reddened cock and sucked the dollop of pre-cum from the piss-hole. Billy Joe's fuck-organ gave a prompt jerk of delight and oozed up another drop of clear cock-sap for her. She wiped this one away with the soft end of her tongue.
Watching all this prompted Mavis into action. She began to use her lips on his fat little balls. Just nudging them at first, then applying soft kisses in between the naughty, flicking flirtations of her tongue. Billy Joe's ass gave a squirm on the seat. His head rolled back and he groaned to the heavens.
Unlike Veronica, Mavis did not have a true natural gift of sensuality. She had needed to be led into most things, had learned more by trial and error, but she had learned, and she had become comfortable with debauchery.
She drew Billy Joe's slicked-up sac between her lips and into her mouth and held them there in the wet warmth. Her tongue slid over and between and around them in slow motion, knowing from past experience how it would drive him wild. Him, or any man.
"Sweet Jesus," Billy Joe fairly shouted, "this is what I call hospitality. This is what I call bein' led into heaven on earth. Say amen, somebody."
"Amen," Veronica obliged, barely letting the word out before filling her mouth with the salty smoothness of his impassioned prick-meat. She'd made herself crave it, and now she loved how it filled her up, pulsing through and through with man-sized lust.
"Lordy, Lord, tell Billy Joe what he's done to deserve this," Billy Joe blathered on, his head rolling from side to side on the back of the chair. "Tell Billy Joe why these two shameless pussies have come into my life to do such wonderful things to my privates. Tell me so I can do it some more and have it happen again and again...." There was no getting around it, both women thought as one. It sure was nice to be appreciated. Suddenly they wanted to please him more. To dazzle him.
Mavis pulled sensuously at his enclosed balls, squeezing them tight against their sac. She chewed at them with her lips and laved with her wicked tongue, squeezing and stroking until his system was going into a tizzy from her stimulation alone.
Veronica was more than holding up her end of the erotic assault. Lifting high on his cock and pressing down, she took in more and more of the pole of fuck-meat.
This was where an exhibitionist streak came into play with Veronica. Frankly, she loved showing off what she could do, how far she would go. She was after that look of amazement that came over a guy when she went further than he'd ever hoped or anticipated. But she didn't have to be looking up to know it was there on Billy Joe's face right now. It had gotten so she could sense its presence with eyes closed.
Veronica rocked forward onto the full length of Billy Joe's prick ten, fifteen times without let-up. She force-fed prick-meat into her mouth and throat and squeezed from the base to the upper, knobbed end with clinging lips and pressing tongue and sucked with all her might. When she eased off it was only to catch her breath and start anew.
Seeing this Mavis wanted to get in on the act, give Veronica a real breather. She released her grip on Billy Joe's balls and flicked her tongue up the taut-skinned, red log of prick-shaft. Somehow the mouths of the two women met and they smooched happily.
"My turn," Mavis said brightly, her eyes going to Billy Joe's prick.
"I'll try not to be greedy," Veronica answered. She had a hand around his cock-shaft and was slowly, loosely stroking up and down, keeping his fires burning at a steady pitch, Mavis lowered toward it.
"How'd you like something to go with it?" Billy Joe asked. He swung the can of beer around in front of them and poured out a half mouthful or so directly onto his upright prick. The liquid hurried down the shaft, bathing it and his balls. The cold temperature of the beer had no effect on his rigidity. In fact, the two wives were surprised that steam didn't rise off him down there.
Mavis grinned with a gurgling sound. Veronica was just as impressed. They were dealing with a big-time stud here. It was going to be quite a morning.
Mavis began to enthusiastically lap at the spilled brew. Billy Joe poured out another go and she just as eagerly went after it. She slurped his cock into her mouth before he could do it again thought, and sucked down and moaned even greater approval into his prick.
Billy Joe took a sip and shifted his warm attention to Veronica. "I like your friend."
"I like your cock."
"It's a little occupied right now ... You think she'll let you have it back?"
Veronica looked at Mavis slaving up and down his hard-on and then faced Billy Joe. "Probably not."
He grinned. "I like your face."
"I like your face."
"Enough to sit on it?"
"Plenty, she answered. She smiled wickedly, slowly getting to her feet. She'd been going to climb up atop him without pause, but then a notion struck her. Her eyes glittered as they went to the can in his hand. She did pause, long enough for that, and long enough to take the can from him.
"Did you say something about pussy and beer?" she murmured leeringly.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Climb on up here and gimme all you got," Billy Joe murmured to Veronica.
Veronica stepped enticingly up onto the chair, planting one foot on the seat by Billy Joe's flank, lifting the other to the far edge of the back of the chair. She leaned her hips forward and lowered astride his face, most of her weight on her raised leg, guiding her cunt down to his upturned mouth.
She stopped just before contact could be made. She lifted the can of beer to her throat area and poured out a thin stream. The cold wetness bit into her skin and raced down the center of her body, between her tits, over her belly.
Entering her cunt-bush, the stream seemed to stall. Veronica poured out some more and soon beer was dripping off her cunt-folds onto Billy Joe's waiting tongue.
"How's the service around here?" Veronica asked.
"First class," he answered. "On both ends."
Veronica trailed the beer-slick down her body with a fingertip. She swirled wetness in on her growing clit, then touched her tip to Billy Joe's lips. He licked it clean and, stabbing at her clit, asked for seconds.
She poured beer out onto her jutting tits and let it wash down the front of her body in a flood. Billy Joe's head turned one way and another as he tried to catch the liquid before it ran down her thighs and out of reach. He greedily licked all over her upper, inner thighs and her crotch and her pussy, and pulled at her cunt-bush with tight lips.
He gripped Veronica by the waist and pulled her down. Her foot slipped from the back of the chair to the seat. He avidly licked across her belly, working up her body as he pulled her down.
Sucking with simple up-and-down motions, trying to lure a climax out of Billy Joe's loins, Mavis glanced up and saw Veronica's wide ass sliding down closer and closer to her, and his cock. That pink, lady-like asshole looked awfully tempting between the stretched ass-cushions, but she couldn't bear to pull her mouth from that fantastic prick-meat of Billy Joe's.
She was using her mouth and one hand in perfect cooperation. Thumb and forefinger encircling the shaft, she lowered, stretching the flesh away from his sculpted purple cock-head. Reaching bottom, she held her tight grasp about the shaft and lifted her mouth with potent suction.
Billy Joe's tautly drawn cock-skin was supersensitive under her methods and she used her tongue against it without mercy. The rich, scraping sensations she provided had his Texas ass squirming. His legs encircled her body and drew her to him in a wanting gesture. She sucked on, determined to have his jizz.
Billy Joe was obviously finding Veronica's tits to his liking. His mouth seemed to be all over them at the same time. First he was licking and sucking the remaining beer from the naturally out-thrust tit-orbs. Then he was concentrating on the flesh itself, biting into the firm smoothness, pulling at it in gnawing fashion.
"You've got some good moves there, stud," Veronica said to him. "You're really getting to me with that down-home mouth."
He pulled fiercely at her nipples, until she let out a cry of pleasure/pain. His hands were mauling her ass at the same time, groping and squeezing, Mavis's wanton hand and mouth feeding his growing lust.
In a sassy mood, Veronica wagged her shoulders and shook her mauled tits in his face. "You wicked man," she said through clenched teeth, "you're gonna finish licking my pussy like you're eating my tits."
Lifting against his pulling hands, she went on. "I'm gonna stuff that sexy mouth of yours with my hot cunt, and you're gonna eat it out." She returned her foot to the back of the chair and tilted his head back with her hand. She slid her cunt-bush up over his chin and pushed her cunt into place on his mouth. She ground her drooling privates against his lips and teeth.
"Suck it," she hissed in the clench of a terrible excitement. Tasting his virile prick in her mouth, feeling his mouth and hands on her, the potency of his masculinity, all had gotten under her skin and set her system on fire.
"Eat cunt, lover man," she went on nastily, running long fingers through his hair. "Suck pussy. Stick your tongue in and wiggle it around. Lick everything I've got. It's all yours, baby. Take it out of me."
She felt his mouth open wide and his tongue lift into the hot sponginess of her cunt. His hands breezed up her body and clenched into the meaty masses of her tits, actually pulling her down harder against his mouth and making sure she stayed there. And those big masculine hands were good on her tits. Screamingly good. The virile tongue was even better down below.
He mauled her clit in between lurid dives into her cunt. He sucked at her intimate flesh, drawing oils from way inside her voluptuous body. She was turning him on, and Mavis was turning him on, and he was expressing that the only way he could in that position-with his mouth.
Veronica's climax was building and building. She could already taste the richness of the pent-up sensations in her core. He was really going to pull a hot one out of her.
"Nnnnhhh, shit, nnnuuuhhhh," Veronica whimpered, her hands pulling at his thick hair. "Suck me ... suck me ... shit, eat my pussy, eat it eat it!"
Billy Joe's pleasure was out of her hands, so she did not think about it much. It was in good hands, however, and down below Mavis was proving it. She heard Veronica's passionate ranting too, and recognized the strained tone of voice that told of how close the lusty blonde vixen was to cumming-perhaps as close as Billy Joe was.
Mavis kept on sucking. She jerked him off with a free hand, as fast as she wanted. She heard his grunting and groaning, could sense the spasm that was about to tear through his loins.
And then it was happening, for both Veronica and Billy Joe. The blonde's climax was wild and wonderful, burning and tearing, and as vivid as could be. She was coming like a geyser.
She became not exactly weak but lazy, and found herself sliding down on Billy Joe's body. She wired both arms about his neck and pressed her still-shivering tits into his chest, settling astride his mid-section.
The hair of Mavis's head tickled her spread ass as the brunette languidly bobbed her head on his deflating prick. Veronica could tell he had come by the droopy look in his eyes and the soft hold his hands had on her body.
"I think you two honeys have been to school," he commented in a soft voice.
"We know what we're doing," Veronica allowed. "And you know a few things yourself."
"I can handle myself."
"I heard that," Mavis spoke up. Pulling herself from Billy Joe's cock, she lifted and eased her ass in on the available arm of the chair. She leaned in from the side and licked pussy-wetness from his chin and lips. "I wish you'd made me come like that," she remarked.
"I'm game," he answered. "But we're gettin' a little crowded here."
Mavis continued licking around his mouth for woman-jizz.
"Let's try a couch then," she suggested, and lifted to her feet. Veronica gathered her strength and backed off as well, leaving Billy Joe with a message.
"I'm gonna make your cock hard again, and then I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked."
"I believe it," Billy Joe breathed.
Mavis and Veronica each caught a hand and drew Billy Joe to his feet. They led him to one side and toppled him onto his back on a long, deep couch. Beaming with anticipation, Mavis moved astride his body. so
"I've heard tell I've got a sweet pussy here, lover," she said to him. "I know you're gonna like it."
"Gimme gimme," he said to that, squirming with a boyish eagerness.
Mavis moved up farther on the couch and let her knees slide apart. She wriggled her body as she lowered to his face, tantalizing him further. His hands slid up into the nooks of her waist and he claimed her.
The first flicks of his tongue on the outer folds of her honey-dripping cunt sent hot tingles all the way up and out to the stiff points of her well-hung tits. Invisible sparks danced around the erect flesh of her nipples and she had to squeeze her excited tits to comfort them.
Behind Mavis, Veronica was getting busy. She swept Billy Joe's outside leg off the seat completely. She lifted his other leg onto the back of the couch. His cock and balls were even more exposed than they had been in the chair. Something else was exposed for the first time.
Veronica stretched out stomach-down between Billy Joe's legs. Pushing his thighs even farther apart, she had free view of and access to his asshole. Her tongue went to it like a shot and she felt his ass-ring pucker with pleasure against the probing tip.
She expected to have a pretty easy time of filling Billy Joe's cock back up the brim with hardness. For one thing, he was a stud. For another, he had Mavis's sensational pussy and body to feast on. And lastly there was Veronica's own magic touch.
She worked up spit and packed it into the rangy Texan's shit-hole. Then, lifting onto her knees, settling her gorgeous rump back on both heels, she wet a middle finger in the goo of her cunt. Quickly she moved the tip to his asshole.
Nice and easy was the key after that. She pressed the tip just inside and worked it around and around, stretching the outer muscle. Shortly, Billy Joe's hips began to rotate against the motions of her finger, and she knew he was ready for more.
Giving him finger to the first knuckle, her eyes were on his cock. It was lying back over his wiry bush, and starting to grow. A pleasing sight, but it didn't draw any more attention just yet.
Mavis couldn't believe the tonguing she was getting. Every stab of his probe into her steaming cunt sent a torrid shiver through her flesh. He pulled at her extended clit and rolled it under his tongue and the sweet feelings just kept on happening.
She was so lucky to have met Veronica, to have been taken so fully into the woman's world. She had never enjoyed sex as much as she did now, had never spent as much time as she now did just thinking about cocks and sucking and fucking.
She had become so much more aware under Veronica's guidance. And she had become so adventurous as well. Just looking at what she was doing now amazed her.
"Oooooh, yessss," she aid emphatically. Rocking and swaying over Billy Joe, she was consumed by a raw lust that made her want more and more. "Oooohhhh, is that good tongue-loving. The best. I can feel my cum getting ready to drown you, lover-man."
Hearing that, Veronica pulled her stroking finger most of the way out of Billy Joe's asshole and pushed it sharply all the way in. She pumped back out and shoved in again, picking up the pace noticeably.
She brought her other hand to his growing cock-shaft and played the fingertips up and down on the smooth underside. With a twist of the wrist, she gave his balls a cozy cuddle, then started squeezing real life into his prick.
Mavis was going wild up there on his mouth. Billy Joe was licking into her body and sucking her most intimate structures with a lecher's glee. It was really gettipg to her. And at last it got her completely.
Mavis cried out from deep inside. Suddenly her voice was cut off and all that came out were odd choking sounds. Her body was taut briefly, then quivering and shaking, ass twitching. Her fingers dug deeply into the packed flesh of her inflamed tits.
Watching Mavis quake through her climax reminded Veronica of the extreme pleasure Billy Joe had given her in the same way and it fired her being. Suddenly it seemed to her that she was not trying hard enough to make him hard. She wanted that pussy-fucker at the ready, and she wanted it now.
As Veronica milked more hardness into Billy Joe's cock with her wanton mouth, Mavis pulled herself from him. Dismounting against the back of the couch, she slid down between it and his raised thigh, playing a hand over his body, pausing to lick her spilled wetness from around his mouth.
She shifted farther down on the couch and, leaning over his body, began to lick softly and, mouth his nipples. Right away Veronica felt improvement in the dimensions of his reviving prick, and she sucked the swelling cock faster, stroked her finger harder into his ass-tunnel.
He wasn't completely hard yet, but he was hard enough for the next step. Veronica scrambled up astride his hips and with Mavis reaching underneath to help she crammed his re-awakened fuck-flesh up into her own. She squirmed down onto the tube and flexed her cuntal muscles inward to hold and squeeze and excite it further.
His thickening cock pushed her tight walls back, stretching them out, filling her up with pulsing prick-meat. Mavis lifted, leaning across, and sucked a stiff nipple between her lips. Veronica welcomed the sexy contact with a soft moan of pleasure and pushed her tit-flesh at the woman's mouth and face.
Veronica moved on Billy Joe's cock and felt his near total hardness. "Nnnnn, I think you're fuck-ready now, mister."
"Let me have it, darlin'," he answered.
Veronica rocked her body into motion on strong legs, lifting her cunt-sheath all the way up to his cock-head. She wiggled down and his flesh held firm, and she flushed in anticipation of a good hard come, for both of them.
She continued cock-riding as if it was what she had been born for. Mavis lay down alongside Billy Joe to watch, playing a hand ss over Veronica's damp-skinned working body.
Veronica ground her pussy against the tall fuck-spike. Her face was pinked, contorting with excitement. Her tits were firmed out and hobbling saucily, her cunt all hot and buttery. Her system was going wild.
"Oh God," she said. All that work on him and here she was on the brink of coming. "Oh God, I can't stop, I gotta have it. Oh, come baby, come baby...."
Billy Joe and Mavis watched like two people who had all the time in the world. Veronica's face turned to the heavens, eyes closed, her body going taut and then convulsing into lurid spasms and twitches.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I can't imagine ever coming with more intensity than you have," Mavis remarked coyly. "Watching you up there on Billy Joe's cock I was afraid you weren't going to survive the thrills you were getting."
It was now afternoon. The two wives were sharing a long bubble bath in Veronica's home. Billy Joe had been topped off by Mavis and was now no doubt stretched out in his hotel room sleeping off the morning's adventure. When he awoke, the commitment to put in a call to Malone and Davis would continue to burn in his memory.
"I do seem to get off pretty thoroughly," Veronica allowed. "But you should get a look at yourself sometime. I mean, you really shake, baby."
Mavis showed a modest look and almost blushed. Time was when she would have. Not today. Not with Veronica anyway. "Do I?"
"It's really something to see. Really ... hot."
Mavis smiled, and drew a contented breath. Lounging at one end of the roomy tub, with Veronica at the other, she swished her hand across the water level and watched it lap up onto the jutting hills of her tit-cones. Just taking it easy, like Veronica.
Gradually however a sober sort of look came over her stunningly attractive face. She looked to Veronica, who noticed it immediately. She lifted her eyebrows questioningly.
"Does it ever bother you, what we do behind our husbands' backs?" Mavis asked.
Somehow they had never really discussed this in detail. Veronica had always acted as if extracurricular cock and pussy was a perfectly natural pursuit for a woman, and Mavis had somehow followed that lead. But Veronica's answer surprised Mavis a little.
"Sometimes," Veronica confided.
"But-"
Veronica rolled a shoulder. "I am what I am. Maybe if things were different, and Sam had more time for me, and consequently I had more time for him, I wouldn't feel the need. Except maybe for you."
"Oh?"
"Sure. I've gotten a little stuck on you, girl." Mavis couldn't help but feel pleased, and flattered, and it showed.
"Same here," she confided. "But we were talking about our husbands."
"Well who knows? If they come back from this trip with some new clients, and they hit it off with Billy Joe, they'll be able to hire on extra help and then be able to spend more time at home. That could solve all your worries." Mavis looked reassured. "Maybe I do worry too much ... or, you don't worry enough."
"Troublemaker," Veronica said easily in reply. "Any more talk like that and I'll send you home."
"What else did you have in mind for me?"
"Well, I am stuck with this big empty bed for the night....
"Mmmmm, I'm stuck with one of those myself."
"Mine's closest."
"I accept," Mavis said.
Smiling warmly, Veronica shifted toward Mavis on the frothy bath and Mavis sat up to meet her. The two women kissed delicately.
"A taste of things to come," Veronica said.
"It's been a while for just the two of us. I've missed it."
"How about a refresher course?" Veronica suggested.
They slid into one another's arms, soapy body to soapy body, tits bedding together, bellies rubbing, mouths joining in a soulful kiss.
* * *
Rinsing off under the shower after the bath, Mavis and Veronica toweled one another down in the bathroom. Leaving Billy Joe that morning, they had stopped for a bite to eat, but now were famished again. With all evening and the night ahead of them, hunger took precedence over all else.
They adjourned to the kitchen without anything on and got busy with an early dinner. Mavis threw a salad together and Veronica cooked up a few delicacies. They broke open a bottle of wine and enjoyed a nice meal in the dining room.
With still half a bottle to go they moved to the living room. They snuggled together and watched the sun go down.
Mavis was reminded of the first time Veronica had seduced her. Wine, girl talk, privacy, intimacy, it had been one of the smoothest moves Mavis could have imagined. She hardly even knew it was happening until Veronica was kissing her full on the mouth, and she was responding.
They got to discussing it now and, upon reaching that point, Mavis confessed, "No, that's not true. I knew what you were doing. But I could hardly believe it. And I couldn't understand why I was letting you...."
"You looked ready for it," Veronica remarked. "Shall I tell you how ready?"
"No thanks. The only thing that matters is how ready I look right now."
Side by side, their shoulders were touching. Turning toward the younger woman, Veronica felt her tit nudge Mavis's near tit. The smooth contact was simply electric, stirringly erotic. Delicious and totally tempting.
Veronica sat ass-on-heels as Mavis assumed an identical position before her. The two wives were staring into each other's eyes, openly and unabashedly aroused.
Veronica leaned forward and touched Mavis's swollen lips with a soft, prolonged kiss. Mavis trembled. Her tit-points met Veronica's outflung tits. She felt herself coming to carnal life, pulse racing and pussy giving the odd twitch. She lifted hands to Veronica's flanks and moved them over the incredibly smooth skin.
Mavis parted her lips and felt Veronica's mouth open with them. The luscious brunette felt she could spend all day smooching with a mouth as soft and moist and flirty and delicious as this. It was oddly and richly fascinating. Different from a man's kiss, but the same. The same, but different.
On their first time around Veronica had the way and done virtually all the work. Mavis shuddered when she remembered how clumsy and timid she had felt at times.
By the same token, she delighted in her freshly acquired expertise. She relished extending her tongue into Veronica's mouth at just the right moment and flirting lightly about against the waiting probe.
"Oh baby," she sighed, "I want to do things for you. I wanna show you all over again just how much I can turn you on. I wanna make you come and come and come."
"You won't have any trouble." Veronica was sure. "I can't think of any woman I'd rather turn my body over to."
Lanced with lust, Mavis slid her arms about Veronica's sumptuous body and pulled it to her own. She pressed her mouth against Veronica's, forcing out her tongue as far as it would go into her lady-love's throat.
When that was not enough she moved forward, pushing the blonde onto her back on the couch. Their long, shapely legs quickly entwined, their pussy-mounds, bellies and big tits pressed together, making for a lewd heat that consumed the rest of their bodies.
"God I want you," Mavis breathed wantonly.
"You have me," Veronica smiled. "I'm all yours."
She was answered with a raunchy, demanding smooch, Mavis squirmed her body into Veronica's.
Veronica was aware, if not more so, of the changes that had come over Mavis during their time together. But she had changed too. Always a free spirit, she'd never gotten close to another girl. And she hadn't been as close to Sam as a wife could be. But all that was different now. Or getting there.
Mavis was getting hotter and hotter and was carrying Veronica right along with her. The blonde was thrilled by it. What a kick it was to bring out the beast in a willing young babe. They showed such enthusiasm once they got past the initial barriers of their upbringings and all that. Such a hunger for tits and pussy. Yummy.
Mavis tossed her head high and took a deep breath. "You're so sexy," she enthused, "I can barely stand it."
As Veronica laughed, Mavis slid off to one side and played a hand down the woman's body. She played it up and down and around, marveling all over again at what Veronica had.
"And so beautiful," Mavis went on. "I could just stare for hours."
"I hope not," Veronica answered lightly. "I'm getting pretty horny."
"You're always horny. You should be used to it by now."
"But I'm not. I still ache for it like I did when I was young."
Mavis gave her a sympathetic peck on the cheek. "Poor Vee. You just let your pussy-pal Mavis take care of everything."
"You're off to a good start," Veronica commented as Mavis played her hand over and around her tits. The touch was so gentle, so stimulating on her sensitive skin. Her nipples were up and as hard as they could be.
"You like that, huh?" Mavis noted. "How's this?"
She devilishly plucked at the stiff, light-colored stumps of nipple-flesh and saw Veronica give a barely visible shake and a subsequent squirm. Mavis kept it up, moving from one tit peak to the other and back again, then brushing all over the broad, creamy cones of tit with an open hand.
"Teasing bitch." Veronica smiled, eyes closed.
"Blame yourself for it," Mavis murmured. "You taught me how."
"That's not all I taught you," Veronica responded.
"I can take a hint."
Less teasing now, Mavis slid down slightly and leaned in over the waiting feast of Veronica's tits. She paused a second or two, as if unable to decide which one she wanted to bite into first.
She lowered her mouth to the nearest upreaching nipple and snatched it snugly into the pucker of her lips. With suction she lifted, tugging at the coral tit-spike. It popped free of her mouth, snapping back down tautly into place. Mavis went after it again.
"You're teasing again," Veronica pointed out.
"And you love it," Mavis said.
This time she let her mouth open and sucked past the nipple and surrounding flesh. She took in a whole mouthful of tits, suction coming from her throat. And when she lifted, the mass of tit-flesh lifted with her. In response, Veronica's spine arched against the run of sensations that shot through her and she moaned.
"Oh, you sweet thing, that's heaven," she breathed.
The brunette knew it well, and she continued abusing the blonde's tit for her. She shifted to the other one and gave it the same rough treatment. At the same time, her hand was lingering between Veronica's carelessly parted thighs.
With deliberate slowness, Mavis worked her hand up along a smooth stretch of shank, feeling the rise in temperature as she neared the juncture. Finally she touched her fingers to that lightly haired spot, but only when Veronica was hunching her crotch upward for it, and whimpering.
Veronica's eyes opened as Mavis lifted her head and the two women looked at one another with fondness. Mavis stroked softly at the blonde pussy. Veronica stretched.
"Eat me," she said.
"I can sink my teeth into that," Mavis replied, already shifting down on the couch. She rolled onto her stomach in between the elegant legs and settled herself face to pussy with Veronica, who drew both knees back and apart and waited.
"Have I ever told you what a gorgeous pussy you have?" Mavis murmured, nuzzling Veronica's cunt.
"Not quite that way."
"And how good it smells on the tip of my nose?"
Veronica laughed softly, enjoying the lewdness of it.
Mavis used two fingers to open the cunt-lips and she watched a trickle run from the bottom of the blonde's fuck-slit on down to the pucker of her asshole. Mavis wiped the wetness onto her tongue and said, "And how good you taste?"
Veronica made a soft sound and squirmed.
Mavis lapped up to the waiting, wide-open, honeyed flower of a fuck-hole. "I'm gonna tongue-love you so good."
Hands at the backs of her knees, Veronica pulled her legs farther up and apart, throwing herself open in total offering.
Mavis's teasing attitude became tantalizing as she licked into her lady-love's tumid folds of pussy-flesh. She went all around the entrance and then dove into the hot, spongy pink of inner cunt. She swept the end of her tongue up the inflamed furrow of the spread cunt-slit, fluttered it against the out-reaching clit nestled at the top.
She felt the incredible heat emanating from within the baking fuck-flesh, tasted more of the oils oozing up out of the depths of Veronica's fuck-pit. Almost too good and sexy to be true. Almost.
Mavis let her tongue tip linger in the open pussy-gash for long moments, easing it up and down, occasionally side to side, often nudging the stiffened clit. Then she lifted two fingers to the surrounding flesh and fully exposed the dainty spike of fleshy pleasure.
Mavis first treated it to the rapid fluttering motions of her tongue tip, until she could feel the burn of Veronica's inner excitement. Quickly she then settled soft, puckered lips about the clit-bud and squeezed comfortingly. She began to apply gentle suction.
"Ooooohhhhh," Veronica sighed, "you're so good for me. How did I ever get so lucky?" By this stage of their relationship Mavis knew where all of Veronica's strings were and she could pull and play them with ease. Not that she was just going through the motions, or ever could. The novelty of girl-girl fun had not worn off yet. Something told her it never would.
Mavis let her mouth stretch open and the oval of her lips settle on and fasten to the pooch of Veronica's cunt. She firmed up her tongue and eased it out of her mouth, into the gash of pussy, into the slick, fiery opening.
Veronica writhed about on the couch in a kind of erotic trance. She let go of her legs and as her calves settled behind Mavis's shoulders, her hands dropped to her over-excited tits.
"Nnnnnn," the blonde purred. "Such good lovin'. Is my pussy ever eating it up. Stick your tongue in there and just keep on sticking it in and oh shit, is that ever hot."
The textures and responses of Veronica's fevered pussy were driving Mavis dizzy with their deliciousness. She slid her tongue into the clasping buttery softness as far as it would go and thrilled to the lurid shivers of excitement running along the juicy walls.
The arousal in there somehow echoed down into her own pussy and made it pulse with lust.
Mavis shifted to one side, dropping a knee to the floor. Placing her cunt-mound on the edge of the seat, she pressed down against the firmness and began grinding her hips. She felt the gratification of immediate stimulation as she rubbed her pussy against the cushiony edge, and she threw herself at Veronica's cunt with ever greater ferocity.
She only wished she could do more.
CHAPTER SIX
Mavis avidly fucked her tongue into the hot slickness of Veronica's cunt-hole. She wagged her long probe back and forth and up and down, frequently curling it into a scoop and drawing out a fresh batch of streaming fuckjuice. Mavis sighed fondly, unable to think in those moments of a more pleasant way to spend an evening.
"You've got the touch, honey-child," Veronica murmured in dreamy fashion.
Writhing nearly out of control, groping her tits, she ground her pussy at the wickedly plunging mouth.
"Mmmmm, nnnnnnn," Mavis moaned into the pussy. She swirled her tongue in broad circles against the excited cunt-walls. She slurped in the bounty of running juices and swallowed them down. Veronica was getting close. She had to be.
Sliding both hands under Veronica's clenched ass-cheeks and squeezing continuously, Mavis returned her attention to her blonde love's clit zone. Nose plowing into the tuft of cunt-bush, upper lip pressing into the softness just above the clit, she fluttered the tip of her tongue against the cap of the fiery clit, flicking the bud back and forth at great speed.
Veronica was trembling almost without stop as Mavis made her clit dance under that sensational tongue of hers. She was really throbbing down there now, ready to let loose all heaven and hell at any moment. Now her clit was being sucked, and that almost did it.
"Mmmmm, mmmm, mmmm," Mavis moaned over and over as she felt it happening.
Veronica's cum was her reward, and she was about to receive it into her mouth.
Mavis sucked and licked and stuck her tongue in deep to feel the last bucking sensations of Veronica's intimate pleasure, tasting the last wash of cum. She loved these vivid spasms, and the subtle tremors.
Mavis spent long moments taking in every last trace of Veronica's cunt-gap. Veronica felt so spent that she almost dozed off-only the stroking of Mavis's kittenish tongue saved her. Thankfully. She didn't want to miss a moment.
Finally Mavis lifted her head and said, "Good?"
"You know it was."
Mavis crawled up and settled on top of Veronica and the two women kissed warmly.
"Bet you're horny," the blonde remarked.
"Like crazy. But there's no rush."
The sun was down and dusk was filling the room. It occurred to Veronica that some candles would be nice, and Mavis agreed, adding that bringing Veronica's big empty bed into the picture would add something as well.
They went up the stairs holding hands. They lit candles in the master bedroom and moved to the bed, lounging on it together, nuzzling, kissing, drinking the last of the wine straight from the bottle. In the middle of all this bliss the phone rang.
Veronica would have let it ring, but it might be Sam, she said. And it was.
"Hello darling," she purred into the phone. "Where are you when I need you?" She winked wickedly at Mavis.
"Far away and dead beat, I'm afraid," he answered. "How are you doing?"
"Okay. I've got Mavis over to keep me company."
"Luck you. I'll tell Bart to call her there."
"Everything going according to plan?" she asked.
"Not exactly. That's one of the reasons I called. Looks like we might need another day."
"No," Veronica protested, but not too strongly. Business was business, after all.
"I hate it too, sweet thing," Sam replied. "But this deal could put us in clover for a while."
"Would that mean fewer business trips?"
"Yep."
"Then I guess I can live with it. But what am I gonna do with a whole extra day without you?"
"You'll think of something."
They finished up with mutual 'love you's' and rang off. Veronica put the phone aside and returned undivided attention to Mavis. "Now. Where were we?"
"I think you were about to have your way with me," the eager brunette answered.
"You know, I believe you're right." Veronica shifted closer to the slightly flushed Mavis, chucking the empty wine bottle aside. "Let's see ... how do I want you ... ah, I know."
And with that she moved up close against Mavis, pushing the younger woman onto her back on the bed. Up on straight arms, she nudged her knees in between Mavis's and lowered her pussy-mound and body onto the luscious brunette.
Veronica started with a kiss, a soft melding of one mouth with another, then a moister joining with flirting, lively tongues. Mavis felt her knees draw up on their own, her feet sliding along the outsides of Veronica's legs.
Veronica suddenly lifted onto straight arms again and gave an easy rock forward.
"I'm gonna pussy-fuck you, babe," she vowed in a sexy murmur. "Ever been fucked by a pussy before?"
"No," Mavis whispered.
"It'll be great," Veronica said, easing to and fro, cunt-mound to cunt-mound. "You'll come like nuts."
Mavis wrapped possessive legs about Veronica's mid-section. "I want it. I want it all."
Veronica was only too happy to give. The climax that Mavis had pulled out of her had been a winner and she felt compelled to return the favor. Also, it was a kick to reveal a fresh thrill to the younger woman.
Her weight balanced on arms and legs, she was able to move as freely as she wanted, especially when Mavis hung her knees wide and offered up her pussy to good things.
Inside, Mavis was keenly anticipatory. This action was something she had been curious about for some time. She didn't quite have the nerve to ask if they could try it. At least, she hadn't. Now....
A pussy-rub seemed so much more, well, dirtier-in a nicely raunchy sense-than fingerplay or even pussy-licking. Something about it being so much like actual fucking, Mavis guessed, yet both of them being female ... unusual.
"This is sexy," Mavis enthused grinningly. She squirmed, and her tits rolled about on her chest. "I'm crazy about it already."
"I thought you would be," Veronica answered. She swayed her mid-section from side to side, rubbing the firmness of her pubic bone on the upper zone of her lady-love's cunt.
"You know just what to do," Mavis said. "Lots of practice, huh?"
"Wouldn't you like to know." Veronica held her hips in place and rocked her pelvis in womanly fuck-strokes. Mavis curved beneath her, face showing the effects of a surge of wicked pleasure.
"Oh lover, that hit my clit real good," Mavis gasped.
Veronica treated her to a few more hunches and watched as a dazzled Mavis ate it up. Momentarily she changed tactics, working her pussy in a grinding circular motion against the eagerly upturned pussy.
The stimulation to Mavis's clit wasn't direct, so the build-up of arousal was slow. Fantastically, agonizingly slow. It might go on for hours, the slow-burning fuse that Veronica had lit. Mavis's eyes rolled back at the notion, and she whined with pleasure.
Veronica was skilled, there was no doubt about that. She knew just how to hunch her pelvis in a head-on motion, was elegant in her rotating, grinding hip motions. She slid her hands out on the bedding to lower her body so she could rub tummies and tits with Mavis as well.
Face pink, nipples erect, body twisting this way and that, Mavis was clearly getting off on this fresh, kinky treatment. And for Veronica, there was underlying pleasure. The perverse pleasure of taking a nice girl and pleasing her out of her skull with way-out methods. Oh, she was bad. So bad. She'd be ashamed of herself if the two of them weren't having so much fun.
Then, abruptly, Veronica lifted from Mavis, pussy and all, and pushed herself back to a kneeling, upright position. Mavis looked up with a puzzled and almost hurt expressionhurt that Veronica would stop when everything was going so swimmingly.
"A little variety never hurt a fuck! " Veronica grinned, grasping one of Mavis's ankles in each hand. She lifted the brunette's feet into the air and pushed her knees back to her shoulders.
Intuitively, Mavis grasped the backs of her knees and held them where they were. She had feared that the fucking had come to a stop. Now she saw that only the positions were changing. What a relief.
Mavis watched raptly as Veronica lifted into a squatting position over her upraised cunt. The sensuous blonde slid both hands up the backs of Mavis's thighs and leaned on them a tad for balance. Straddling the brunette's hips and ass and crotch, she settled her cunt onto Mavis's.
The swollen folds of their pussies met in a perverse but very real kiss, and Mavis thrilled at the bold, lewd joining.
"Ooooohhhhh, you're too much," she gasped. "Uuuunnnhhh, that's so sexy!"
"Feel like coming yet, angel-puss?" Veronica asked.
"Make it happen for me. You know how bad I need it."
Veronica eased her pussy back and forth on her lady-friend's pooched cunt, stroking the plump folds with her own. She worked with continuing expertise, never too much pressure or too little, grinding in circles or stroking straight on and off, however the mood compelled her.
It was such a new and terribly lewd feeling that Mavis squirmed and squirmed. It was almost like being a virgin all over again, andshe had a feeling that this particular pleasure was something she would enjoy for as long as he was able to enjoy anything.
She lifted her dizzy head and feasted her glassy eyes on the sight of Veronica grinding back and forth on her cunt. The kinky feelings from the action were stirring. This blonde wench really knew how to show a girl a good time. It seemed to fulfill her in some way. Some deep way. Interesting.
Veronica was keeping an eye on Mavis's facial expressions. They were twitchy and unrestrained, pure revelations of basic lust and excitement. Her lips pulled back on clenching teeth as her head whipped from side to side. She let out a pussy-tortured whine and cursed.
Veronica seized that moment to pull her wet cunt from the wetter pussy underneath and backed off.
"Nooooo," Mavis whimpered in breathless protest, lifting her dizzy head. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop!"
"Try this on for size," Veronica said.
She drew one of Mavis's legs down underneath her and straddled it. The other leg she let come to rest on her shoulders. She then moved her crotch up to the juncture of Mavis's parted legs. Leaning back, she resumed grinding her pussy into the inflamed flesh of the lusting brunette.
With her heel hooked behind Veronica's shoulder for leverage, Mavis found that with only a little effort she could move her pussy against Veronica's. Move it with more freedom than she had yet enjoyed.
Once that discovery was made, she went absolutely wild in front of Veronica. She whisked her aching pussy at the fantastic blonde's cunt with an absolutely feverish ardor. And, just to be on the safe side, she gripped Veronica by a wrist to keep the woman from committing any further interruption of the action.
And in that position the two wives ground their pussies at and into one another. It was continuous action, the unrelenting pursuit of climax. Their grunts and groans and gasps for air filled the room as torrid sensations filled their bodies.
Orgasm struck like lightning, breaking loose an entire storm that swept through them both in wave after wave of crashing relief.
The luscious, churning pleasure lasted and lasted, leaving Mavis and Veronica a wet tangle of played out-arms and legs and asses and tits and pussies.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Morning came, finding Mavis and Veronica waking up together. Neither of them proved to be in any hurry to get out of bed, although the most that they did there was snuggle together and smooch a little and simply bask in one another's presence.
They knew they wouldn't be able to spend the day together. Mavis had a couple of appointments and Veronica had errands to run. So they enjoyed one another while they could, and talked about getting together again that night.
Finally crawling out of bed, they perked up under a shower, had breakfast and got dressed. Mavis left around nine o'clock.
Unlike some, she had no negative feelings about going to the dentist. Best to go and get it over with, she thought. It would pay in the long run. But today she would be especially glad she went.
Who did she meet in the waiting room but Thad Francis, an old college friend. True, the operative word there was friend-he'd tried to get into her panties, but she had been going steady at the time with some guy whose name suddenly escaped her and-well-back then she had been this terribly old-fashioned girl, so he had never succeeded.
In the years since, she had sometimes found herself wondering about Thad. Poor boy. How she'd made him suffer with her resistance. Needlessly, too, in hindsight.
"I've forgiven you," he said warmly, during a lull in the small talk. Getting past their surprise over seeing each other again they'd sat down together and started catching up. All pretty polite and friendly, but what really seemed to need saying wasn't said, until now.
"For what?" Mavis asked, almost guardedly.
"For not letting me bed you, of course." She smiled. "That's sweet of you."
"You had your reasons, I guess."
"Yes, well, I'm not so sure I did."
"Oh?"
"It has occurred to me that I might have cheated us out of something."
His eyes seemed to light up with surprise and renewed possibilities. He was more handsome than she remembered him-tall, brown-haired, great, fond smile. The kind of man who had undoubtedly been doing just fine with the ladies. Her rejection of him became more puzzling all the time.
"Can it possibly be that you've come to your senses?" he said.
Sitting next to each other, Mavis let herself lean toward him. "Possibly."
"Interesting. Very interesting."
"Then again, I'm a married woman now...."
"I'm a married man, so I can forgive you for that too."
A smile pulled at her lips. She wondered just what she was getting herself into. Damn that Veronica for corrupting her. Or showing her her true self. Or whatever that blonde wench had done.
Thad's appointment was ahead of hers. Then she went in, and when she came out he was waiting for her. They took his car and went for a drink.
He talked about his wife and she talked about her husband. They were both in love with their spouses. Both were bothered by a restlessness that couldn't be cured at home, although that part of it went unsaid.
"Too bad it isn't dark out," Thad remarked as they returned to the car. "We could have parked somewhere and made out, just like it would have been in the old days."
"Not better?" she teased. "You haven't learned anything new since then?"
He considered her from across the seat. "Maybe not as much as you have."
"I have changed," she said. "In a lot of ways. For better or worse." She slid across the seat and slinked an arm about his shoulders. "Why don't you decide which?"
He moved his lips to hers and they kissed. He was gentle, and knowing, and wanting, enjoying her completely.
Mavis was starting to enjoy herself as well. Once something had gotten the better of her, there was no use fighting it. Ultimately she would only lose the battle anyway. Still, it was not always easy to just let go. That did not come as naturally to her as it did to Veronica.
But she was over the hump now, and feeling pretty good. Thad was quite the charmer, and very stud-like at the same time. Sneaking a hand down between his thighs, Mavis felt an elongated hardness extending from his crotch.
Mavis would have settled for the first motel they came to, but Thad said he knew of a nice place. Mavis teased him about it, asking if that was where he took all his conquests.
"Come on, Mavis," he protested. "I'm not that bad a boy."
"Yes you are," she responded, and they both laughed.
She did appreciate his selection, though. It was a clean, bright, tasteful room with as big and firm a bed as Mavis could have wished for. Curtains on the windows softened the incoming sunlight, giving the setting a warm, intimate tone.
Thad turned from the lock on the door and found himself in Mavis's arms. His hands lifted to her back, then slid down onto her welldefined haunches as she shared a smooch with him. He held her ass-cheeks, squeezing softly, pulling the full crescents apart and pushing them together through her thin dress and panties.
The kissing was sweet.
"You've waited a long time for this," Mavis murmured against his ear. "Why don't you treat yourself to a good look at what you've been missing?"
"Love to, you wicked thing," Thad answered. Keeping one hand on a jutting asscheek, he lifted the other to the top button of a row that ran down the front of her dress. He unbuttoned as far down as her pink panties before pausing to slip his hand inside. He played light fingers up along her smooth-skinned flank.
Mavis was braless, of course. Her nipples were already showing clearly in the soft material of the off-yellow dress. When his fingers touched the underside of her tits, the peak automatically erected farther, and she trembled inside.
Thad knowingly cupped his fingers on the outer curve of her tit, lifting the coned mass in testing fashion.
"Gorgeous," he murmured to her. He pushed the dress off her shoulder and let his hand slide down the top slope and then pushed his palm in against the stiff tit-peak. "Just beautiful."
"Nice to be appreciated."
Thad breezed his hand up onto her other shoulder and peeled the dress away to reveal her other wonderful hill of tit-meat. His mouth found hers and they Frenched soulfully for long moments.
Mavis felt the dress being pulled from her arms and pushed from her hips and drop in a cloth puddle about her feet. She felt a patient pair of thumbs hook under the hip bands of her bikini panties, moving to and fro while working them down. He left her panties at mid-thigh and lifted one hand to her belly, one to her ass.
"Nobody looks like you," he said quietly. "Nobody. God, that's a fantastic body." He squeezed her ass-cheek in one hand and stroked the other down to the bush of her pussy.
"Good hands," Mavis complimented sincerely. "You should have been a piano player."
"I'll play you a tune, woman."
Grinning, hands just touching her hips now, he backed her to the bed. Her panties tumbled down and she stepped out of them, just in time to topple onto the bed. She landed on her back and elbows, looking up at Thad with shiny eyes.
He made no move to take off her high-heeled shoes, and neither did she. It was more fun to watch him get undressed.
Removal of his shirt revealed a tanned, fairly muscular upper body. Obviously he had been taking care of himself, keeping the fuck machine in the best working order. That bulge in his briefs no doubt demanded it of him. It looked big. Real big. Made to be used.
Mavis sat up on the bed, wanting to get a good, close look at what she'd been missing out on all this time. Sensing that, Thad stroked himself through his shorts, making his cock harder, longer, bigger. Mavis licked her lips in anticipation, sliding her bare ass forward to the edge of the mattress.
He thumbed his briefs down enough to reveal the base of his down-turned cock. Its thickness made her shudder with want, and she almost made an impolite grab for Thad's briefs. She would have, if he hadn't worked them down farther.
More and more of his fantastic prick-meat came into view, and then still more. Mavis wriggled and grinned girlishly in erotic glee.
"I've gotta suck that," she murmured. "You've gotta let me suck it."
"Let you?" he answered, mildly incredulous that she would even jokingly suggest otherwise.
Mavis reached for his prick. The head was still trapped behind the waistband of his underwear, the shaft down-angled. She pulled it free and felt it swing up and lock into a set, virile angle, the flesh burning against her hand and fingers, pulsing heavily, thick and gnarled as could be. Fairly took her breath away.
Mavis was pretty new at this game. Either Veronica was there, or there was some ulterior motive, or both. There hadn't been many spur of the moment pick-ups. She did feel girlish, giddy, less assured than usual. More easily surprised, or delighted, or excited.
But she recovered quickly and pulled herself to Thad's enthrallingly masculine prick. She wanted to feel that smooth, throbbing bigness sliding past her lips, and pulsing in her oral grasp, against her throat. And she treated herself to those very pleasures, then pulled her head back, sucking all the way, feeling him burn hotter.
"Gawd," she gurgled. "I mean, wow! Why didn't you tell me you had this, this, cock?"
"Think you can make up for lost time?" He smiled, stroking her hair affectionately.
"I can if you can," Mavis said to that, then rushed her mouth back onto Thad's superhuman prick-length. She sucked like a wanton vixen who had gone without for far too long.
She was a kid with a wonderful new toy. She had to fight the urge to do everything at once and pace herself. Pulling her mouth up, she jacked a hand along his full length as she composed herself. At the same time she got a kick out of ogling his reddened cock as she jacked him.
"Yeah, yeah," Thad enthused, "that's hot. I'll bet you're full of tricks."
"I know more now than I did then," she assured, eyes not budging from his massive cock. Her fist was working her saliva all the way down the fuck-log, making it gleam from tip to base.
She did know more now than before, and so maybe it was best that they had not gotten together until today. Maybe there was a time for everything, and occasionally a person just was better off waiting.
"Oh man," Mavis breathed, half forgetting her sense of pacing again. "I'd really like to have this mother up my pussy."
"Lie back and spread your legs. Give me a good wide spread."
"You sure that'll make it fit?"
"I'll make it fit. That's one of my tricks." Mavis bit on a bottom lip and slid back onto the bed. She settled briefly onto both elbows and drew her legs up, lifting high-heels into the air and spreading her legs to an obscene width.
"Okay, lover," she purred. "Make it fit. And remember, I'll be watching."
"You have changed," he said, already moving toward her. "For the better."
"You're biased, of course."
Moving toward her on his knees, he positioned himself over Mavis on all fours. Looking down under his body, Mavis tilted her pelvis farther, lifting her pussy up and out until she could see the splayed cunt-furrow. With anticipation, she watched his flared cock-head draw near.
She felt the flame of the point touch her tumid cunt-petals and saw it with her own eyes and she thought, I'll never take it all.
But she wanted it bad. Balanced on one elbow, she reached down between her angled thighs and pulled her cunt-lips wide open, as far as her two dainty fingers could make them go, and she felt the burn of Thad's cock-head on her quivering inner pink pussy-flesh.
Her head rolled back and she faced Thad. "Put it in now and fuck me," she said in a low, steady tone. "Slide it in and fuck my pussy." She resumed watching as his hips pushed. His cock-head went into her fuck-hole, spreading it out, and how. She couldn't believe it. She was taking him. Bit by bit, but taking his prick.
Pressure, penetration, then pause for adjustments by her cock-chute. She felt it all, saw it all, and went crazy for more. She released her pussy-folds and slid her hand up onto his cock and pulled encouragingly.
Mavis cooed her delight, laughed with glee, wiggled her wicked body with excitement. There were no longer any maybes about it. It was a good thing she had rejected him in college. Confronted by this big, red fuck-demon in a dark back-seat in those timid days might have sent her into a shock she might never have come out of.
Oh, ooohhh, he was really going deep. Really getting to her at the same time. Casting a true erotic spell over her with that big, wonderful pussy-fucker of his. Its presence was taking over her mind-all she could think about or concentrate on was getting the full length of it into her greedy cunt-sheath.
His hips lowered, shifted delicately about, working his prick around to make room inside her, and pressed on. She lowered her heels to the under-curves of his ass and flexed strong legs. She had hold of his balls now, drawing him on, and in.
Her head rolled back again and she smiled dreamily. "I think this is gonna work out fine."
"Love your pussy. Feels so hot, and tight...."
"And deep?"
"And deep." He bowed his head and softly nuzzled her warm face. Their lips brushed together and caught in a juicy kiss. Thad sank the rest of the way into her yielding cock-chute and felt her tongue shoot up into his mouth in hot response.
Mavis settled fully onto her back on the bedding, drawing Thad down. She held her heels tightly against his ass, holding him deep inside for long moments.
She felt stuffed to the ears with cock. Her throat made soft, light gurgling sounds. Her body shook warmly against Thad's.
Recovering some of her dazzled senses, Mavis grinned and smoothed her hands up and down Thad's back. She lifted her tits into his chest in a provocative fashion. Her heels dug into the cheeks of his ass.
"I wish I had spurs to use on you, stud," she murmured.
"I'm glad you don't," he replied. "From that look in your eyes I don't think I'd survive."
She grinned again, stretching. "I wanna go all the way," she said. Tilting her pelvis, she wiggled up against his cock, felt his balls jiggle on her upturned ass. "I hope I'm not too tight for you."
Thad chuckled. "Impudent slut. I may have to teach you a lesson or two."
"Teach me, teach me!" she wailed, jestingly. Then, quieter, "Better yet, just take me, Thad. Okay?"
He answered by lifting his ass against her heels, the scrape of his flared cock-head sending sparks through the walls of her cunt. Filling her up again, more snaps and crackles of erotic energy chased through their bodies. The pleasure continued as his easy fuck-motions went on and on and on.
"Ooohhh, stud," Mavis groaned, "you really know how to use that fuck-thing."
"The pleasure is mine," he murmured against her throat.
Mavis wrapped arms and legs possessively about him and held on tight. Already she could feel a climax coming on. And there wasn't going to be anything so-so about it.
Veronica was going to ache with envy when she heard about this.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was a day of errands for Veronica. One of them involved going down to the supermarket to pick up a few things. When Sam got back, she would treat him to his favorite meal-after the reunion, of course.
With time to kill she took a shopping cart and began a stroll of the aisles, looking for what she wanted and anything else that might catch her eye.
"Can I push that for you?" a friendly, familiar male voice asked. "I'm pretty good at pushing things."
It was Jason, coming up from behind her. He was a sort of neighborhood handy man, though his biggest money-maker was simple lawn mowing. He did the Davis', and Veronica knew him as a nice kid. He'd picked up a big red apple from somewhere and was munching on it.
"I can manage," Veronica answered in a friendly manner. When he continued ambling along with her she asked, again without malice, "Shouldn't you be in school or something?"
"Not exactly. I decided to take a year off before starting college."
"How come?"
"I just felt like taking a break. And I'm not so sure I want to go."
"Go," she advised. "For the parties if nothing else."
"Why Mrs. Davis. You're actually pretty cool."
She laughed softly, indulgently. He was an agreeable kid, she would give him that. She wondered if he was looking for something. If he was, it wouldn't be hard to guess what, she supposed. Bold little prick.
"Did you think maybe I was old and out of it?" she asked. Just to see how he'd answer.
"Actually, I had a hunch you'd be fun, given half a chance."
Hmmmm ... not easily flustered.
"Did you?" she answered, sounding indifferent.
"You have a look about you. Looking for an excuse to let down your hair."
She didn't know if he was just guessing or really was that perceptive. At any rate, he was smooth. She gave him a glance. Cute, too. And fit.
"Do you have much luck with that line?" she asked.
Jason chuckled. "Seems like I've been caught with my pants down. Are you mad? Offended?"
"Flattered. And you know it."
"Yeah, I'm a pretty cunning sort. We seem to understand one another pretty well, don't we?"
"Don't let it go to your head."
"It's not my head I'm thinking of," he said to that, and as much as disappeared on her right' then and there, ducking up an aisle and walking away. Veronica could not define his motivations. All she knew was, she kind of missed him.
She finished her shopping alone, paid and walked out, carrying the smallish bag of purchases. From out of nowhere Jason fell in beside her as she walked to the car.
"I'd thought you'd gone and left me high and dry," Veronica remarked.
"Me? Never. I was thinking of appearances."
"What are you thinking of now? There are people around."
"Just asking for a lift home. No harm in that."
"You are cunning," she observed.
"How about it, Mrs. Davis? Feel like giving me a ride?"
"You're also impudent."
"Yes ma'am. Loyal, too."
Veronica supposed that that was what she had been waiting to hear.
"All right, Jason," she said. "Get in." Blocks from her home she told him to get in the back and hide down behind the front seat. It was either that or they called the whole thing off right there and then. She wasn't going to give the neighbors anything to talk about.
Jason scrambled over the seat. She was glad to see at least some boy left in him. It would make him more manageable afterward.
If Sam was going to find out about her secret ways, she would tell him. Not some neighborhood gossip. On top of that though, she found an unexpected kick in smuggling prick in under her own roof. It was a real adventure. She couldn't wait to tell Mavis about it.
Veronica drove into the garage and parked, shut the door via remote control. But for the light coming in through a few high windows the place would have been dark. As it was, the garage remained kind of murky.
Jason rested a chin on his forearms on the back of the front seat. "Are we going in?"
"Ever done it in a car, cutie?"
He grinned. "Your seat or mine?"
She got out of the car and strolled all the way around to the passenger side. It gave her time to open her dress and lift it off, and she hung it on a convenient hook on the wall. Clad only in a pair of panties and shoes, she slid in on the back seat.
"Still think you're man enough for me?" she murmured, leaning toward him.
Sitting up, Jason lifted off his jersey. He got out of his running shoes, jeans following, then his briefs. Nude, he sat back in the corner of the seat across from her, legs spread, one up on the seat. His cock was standing straight up in the semi-darkness.
"Still have your doubts?" he replied. Veronica grinned. If she had been testing him, he had passed.
Veronica's want for prick lifted through her body and her system. She felt herself drawn to him as if by some magnetic force. She bowed low and nuzzled his hard-on with a smooth cheek. She smelled the salty, youthful aroma of his excitement and it fired her being with forgotten memories of high school dates.
She smiled fondly, shifting onto her stomach on the seat, folding her legs in the confining space. She inhaled deeply, down close to his balls. She flicked her tongue out against the base for a taste. Intrigued, she dabbed at his prick with her tongue all the way up to the tip, where she found a drop of pre-cum. She gave another smile of lewd satisfaction.
"I'm gonna suck you extra good, Jason my man. I'm gonna suck you real good."
In eager response Jason slid his ass forward and pushed his throbbing, upright cock-meat against her face. "Lick it some more," he said. "I really like that. And my balls too." Veronica didn't mind obliging. His cock and balls were gorgeous, and she was in a tantalizing sort of mood. Maybe she could show him a few things his other conquests in the neighborhood hadn't. And weren't likely to. Squirming on the seat with a wanton's enthusiasm, she whipped her soft tongue down onto his balls and swept underneath and washed back up the underside of his prick-shaft. Holding it in place, Veronica pressed the flat of her tongue against the upper reaches of his cock. She nodded her head slowly to rub against the sensitive spot up there.
"I think you've done this before," Jason breathed.
He was looking at her sweetly, touching fingertips to her cheeks and easing both hands back into her mane of blonde hair. He pulled the strands gently outward and draped them over his thighs, inhaling deeply in response to the tickling caresses.
"Suck me," he hissed. "See that juice leaking out of my cock? Let's see you suck out some more."
"Yes Jason," she breathed. "I'd love to."
She moved up with an elbow under her so she could look down his cock. She wrapped loose lips around the incredibly smooth cock-head and worked her head in circles, rubbing the velvet of her lips against the sensitive fuckknob.
Jason's hands continued stroking into her hair and trailing out to the ends. "Yeah, you've done it before. You've gotten real good at it too. Too good for the likes of me."
"No Jason," she answered in a breathy tone. "Beautiful cock. One of the best. I love it." She rolled her head to one side and ran her mouth down a flank of his prick. Sweeping back up, she rounded the tip and brushed her lips down the other side. It tantalized him deeply, making his flesh and body hot for more of her expert treatment.
"Suck my cock," he groaned imploringly. "Show me what I've dreamed about for the past three years."
The thought of Jason pining for her in the years since he'd first arrived on the scene struck a chord in Veronica. She'd never waited a tenth of that time for anyone in her life. Poor boy. Poor man.
She swept the oval of her lips back up to his cock-head, centered it there and bowed her head onto his fiery prick-length. She kept the contact loose and teasing for the first few moments, causing Jason to groan and squirm on the seat. His hands lingered about her head, perhaps tempted to push her down on his cock, hard.
Veronica removed the temptation by showing him just what she could do. Angling his stiffness toward her in the grasp of her mouth, she pushed down, working his bloated cock-head into her throat. The tip of her nose nuzzled into his cock-bush and her chin pressed against his balls when she was at bottom. And it was only the beginning.
"Holy shit!" Jason gasped. "Oh fuck, is that sexy. That's sensational. The best ever, anywhere."
His fingers and hands touched her face and hair with a rare gentleness. He seemed truly in awe of her, reminding Veronica of Mavis and their first time together.
Here and now, Veronica responded as only she could, with long, bold cock-sucks that drove Jason slowly out of his mind. Each drop of her head fed prick-meat into her throat, the coating of saliva making it slide in and out with all ease.
"I'm ... I'm ... gonna ... come...." Jason rasped.
Veronica was ready for it, willing and able and hot as well. She was curious about the taste and texture of his fresh young juice, and it was such a kick to be with him that she really wanted to pay back the feeling.
Jets of cum leapt from his spasming tube of fuck-meat with unexpected force. The youthful energy in these young balls wouldn't have it any other way.
She tasted the richness and felt the thickness of his cum and drank it down with a special enthusiasm. She sucked at him long after he had gone soft, and she would have continued if he hadn't caught a finger underneath her chin and lifted her head.
"Now you're gonna get some of that kind of action," he told her.
"You don't sound like you'll take any argument."
"Lie back and spread your legs, lady. I'm gonna treat you right."
Veronica lifted first onto her hands and knees, flicking her tongue up his body, tasting sweat. Her lips went to his and they kissed, tongues reaching out and coiling wickedly.
Finally pulling herself from him, Veronica turned away. She planted both feet wide apart on the floor and leaned over the back of the front seat. Wiggling her ass in invitation, she waited, poised for tongue.
Jason was already scooting over behind her. He grasped her panties in two hands and yanked them from her hips and ass. She drew one leg over so he could slip them down and off, then resumed her wide-spread stance. Jason sank onto his knees on the floor, between her legs and face to crotch with Veronica.
His tongue was drawn immediately to her splayed privates and he started licking all over her ass-cheeks and into the deep cleft and her pussy and into that hot crack. He was feasting hungrily on her sexiness, the lewd intimate contact filling a deep and basic need inside him.
It was having a similar effect on Veronica, though with her it was more pronounced. His horny touch was erotically electric, and had her insides humming with come-energy in no time at all. Shamelessly she wiggled and pushed the taut folds of her cunt back and out at him.
"I think you've had some practice at this yourself," she remearked throatily, and wondered how many other horny housewives this kid had partied with. No wonder he didn't want to go back to school.
She ground her pussy and ass against his face, knowing he could take it. She felt his hot breath on her asshole, his diving, swirling tongue, the luscious pulls of his mouth. She wanted to come bad and, seeming to sense it, he stabbed his tongue at her inflamed clit.
"Uuuuhhhh, uunnnnn, oohhh, Jason, that's terrific," she gasped. "Gimme all you got, huh baby?"
He sure was trying. Clenching her globes of ass-cheek in his hands, he tongue-fucked her with youthful vigor and the know-how of someone much older. He was simply pulling good things out of her depths and burning her up inside.
Her climax swelled and erupted with hot blast after hot blast of searing sensation. It wracked Veronica's voluptuous body time after time, giving her so much pleasure she could hardly believe it.
Jason sucked juices out of her until there weren't any more, then lifted his ass back onto the edg: of the seat. His hands pulled at her hips, and she let herself do his wordless bidding.
Slinking down to a seat in his lap, she felt the stiffness of his upright cock against her backside. Took her by surprise at first, then delight, and she wanted his hard-on inside her immediately, desperately, and she told him so.
He lifted her with strong arms, drew her back a little and let her down onto his revived prick. She wiggled as she went from top to bottom and settled her ass into the nook of his loins. He slid back into the seat and she lifted both feet up to either side of his legs and, squatting there, began to lift and lower. She moaned her deep pleasure.
Veronica continued fucking in that position for a long while, not quite understanding how she had become so horny again so quickly. But that was nothing new. Just thrilling.
Dismounting, she turned and climbed back on, facing him. His hands lifted immediately to her tits and he held them as she resumed grinding her cunt on his fuck-shaft.
"Good prick," she murmured. "Where have you been hiding it?"
"Under my desk," he grinned. "Nice to have some terrific pussy to go with it."
Veronica ran her fingers through his hair and pulled herself to him for a juicy smooch. She was going to come on his prick and he was going to squirt and squirt into her pussy and she wanted him to know just how much she appreciated it.
Mavis was going to be so envious.
CHAPTER NINE
Getting together later that evening, both women were anxious to recount their adventures of the day, each thinking she was the only one with a tale to tell. Finding out otherwise delighted them both and they had a good laugh over it. And at the end both Mavis and Veronica vowed to introduce the other to their new-found play-mates.
They spent the night together without much action, and next day was pretty calm as well.
They had taken a solemn oath to rest and store up energy and juices for their husbands, due to return late that afternoon.
They had discussed doing something special to welcome their husbands back. In preparation for her treat, Veronica took a long bath. Toweling off, she strapped on a white garter belt and pulled up a pair of white nylons. After that came a matching G-string panty and half bra that left her big tits bare from the nipples up. And over all this went a mini-length, form-fitting imitation nurse's uniform, plus a little white cap to top everything off.
Her timing was right on the money. There was hardly any wait at all between finishing dressing and Sam's arrival in the driveway. He came up the walk with suitcase in one hand and briefcase in the other. She opened the door while he had a few steps to go, unable to contain the surprise any longer.
Sam stopped in the doorway, grinning fondly and a little goofily as he looked her over once, twice, and yet again. "Well. That's a fine how do you do. Just what are you up to?"
"You have an appointment with Nurse Veronica," she told him purringly. She took his luggage and set it aside, drew him in and shut the door. no
"Nurse?" he said assessing, and approvingly.
She wired both arms about his neck and held herself close. "You've been working so hard," she said then. "It's not healthy. A man has to take a load off from time to time."
"You're the expert," he answered, squeezing her ass.
Their mouths met and they kissed with a sudden touch of intimacy and energy that lasted for a long moment.
"My, my," Veronica observed, "you are all wound up, aren't you? Looks like you got here just in time."
"Help me, before it's too late."
"Right this way," she purred, catching a hand in her own and leading him to the stairs. It was fun to pretend, she had found, although it did take a special someone to make it work. This was something she shared with Sam and Sam alone, which somehow made it even more fun. Not to mention special.
Walking a step ahead with an exaggerated twitch of her ass, Veronica led Sam up the stairs to the master bedroom. She turned to him and said, "Now just relax. Your nurse will take care of your every need."
A tape was playing, the music relaxing and comforting as it filled the silent corners of the room. Veronica moved with the slow pace of it around behind Sam and slipped off his jacket. She proceeded to undress him the rest of the way, her manner different from usual in a subtle way. She was oddly distant, professional seeming, as befit the uniform and the role.
Getting down to it, she found a log of prick stretching his briefs. Kneeling before him, Veronica lifted a hand to the outline and touched it exploringly, teasingly. Sam's cock swelled, lengthened farther and added greater strain to his underwear.
Veronica shook her head and tsk-tsked. "How long has it been since you were properly checked for this kind of problem?"
"Too long?" he guessed.
"I should say so. It makes my job all the bigger."
"I hope you're up to it."
"I'm sure I can manage," she replied, and yanked his briefs down. His cock sprang out and up, hard and unyielding. Veronica regarded with a professional curiosity, though under it all her mouth was watering and her pussy wasn't far behind.
Under other circumstances she might have gobbled his hard-on into her mouth and sucked him off like a total slut. Today was different, and it would stay different, because the difference was the whole point. What good was variety if she doled out only a taste before reverting to the familiar?
Anyway, it wasn't any great challenge. It was fun to deprive him, and herself, of the usual in exchange for something new.
Veronica stood and moved aside, indicating the bed. "Lie down on your stomach please."
"My stomach?"
"No arguments, please."
Sam played along, good sport that he was, stretching out on the bed with his cock angled up between his belly and the bedding. Veronica took a bottle of lotion from a bedside table and joined her patient on the bed, straddling the backs of his thighs.
She squirted a line of oil down his spine and capped the bottle, started spreading the lotion out over his back. She found his shoulders and neck rather tense and began to massage it away.
"It would have been easy for me to soften your hardest part, but what about the rest of you?" she explained.
"It wouldn't have minded waiting."
"I'm sure. But it will be much more beneficial this way."
She worked her way down his cock, often sweeping a light hand back up as a sort of caress-the uncertainty would tantalize him. She worked oil into the rounds of his ass and spent long moments massaging him there, spreading his ass-buns apart and bringing them together, causing his shit-hole to wink at her.
Twisting a hand around, she slid a finger down into his slicked crack and touched the hole. Her digit was well-slicked as well and despite resistance from his ass-ring, slid in easily. She stroked deeper and deeper until his shitchute held the length of her finger.
"Thorough, aren't you," Sam murmured.
"You need it."
"I do need it. A lot. I'm in bad shape. But feeling better."
"That's becaue Nurse Veronica knows what she's doing."
She withdrew her finger from his ass-tunnel with stroking action and finally allowed him to roll onto his back. His reddened cock swung up into a more-than-ready fuck-angle before her eyes and she had to swallow. Its rigidity looked fierce. So tempting, but she kept to the game plan. Tease, and more tease.
She touched the side of his cock and stated, "All your tension is gathering in this one place.
If I'd softened it first, this other energy would have had nowhere to go."
"I see!" Sam grinned.
She was sitting back, astride of his legs. She paused, a hand lifting to toy with the top button of her outfit.
"Getting a little warm," she remarked. "Would you mind if I slipped out of this thing and got more comfortable?"
"Not at all," Sam replied. "If you don't mind my enjoying the view."
"I'm not too cold-blooded," she answered with a smile.
He pulled a pillow down under his head and watched her unbutton the sexy uniform. And he found that what waited underneath was even sexier. Much sexier, in fact. His cock tensed mightily.
Veronica returned to the bottle and applied a dose to Sam's chest. She worked it into that area, and his neck and shoulders, and worked down. She brushed past his hips and tested his thighs. They trembled somewhat against her light hands, and she took time to coax them into submission. That left only one place as yet untended. Veronica reached for the bottle of lotion.
She applied a line down the underside of Sam's prick. Some of the oil ran down onto his sweet balls and held there. She touched his cock and slowly spread the slickness around the shaft, starting at the top and going down, continuing onto his nuts, giving them a good covering, until they were slippery in her squeaking hand. His cock jerked about in raw excitement.
Veronica's hand was drawn back to the fat fuck-shaft and she fisted it firmly, slowly stroking up and down in massaging fashion.
"Good hands," Sam murmured.
"They're not all I've got either."
"Tell me more."
"I'll show you. You look ready for the special treatment."
She took her hand from his cock and, straightening up on her knees, she reached to one hip band of her panties. There was a clasp on it, which was unhooked, along with the one on the other side.
Pantyless, Veronica moved up astride of her husband's hips. The raised head of his prick was in a perfect position for her and she felt the slick cock-head burn into the torrid flesh of her pussy.
As if melting out a tunnel for itself, Sam's cock rose into her sinking body. Veronica lowered all the way without stopping and ground herself into his loins for just that little bit extra.
Sam's hands lifted to the display of her cradled tits and touched her upper slopes gingerly.
"This is special treatment," he said.
"I live to serve." She smiled.
It was so good to have his prick inside her again. It seemed absence made the pussy grow fonder too. She wondered if she should break the facade and just tell him how much she was enjoying the reunion, how thrillingly his fuckmeat filled her up. Maybe she could show him.
"Let's get that tension out of you before something bad happens," she said.
"Yeah. Head it off with something good."
The tightness of Veronica's cunt slid up his fiery, slick fuck-pole and sank back down onto it with a lasting, luscious squeeze. She glided up and pushed down, washing her wide, womanly ass from side to side. Her open hands played over his shoulders and chest and neck, continuing the massage.
"Nice and relaxed," she murmured. "That's what you need. I'm gonna turn your body into mush."
"You were right. You do have a job ahead of you."
"Oh?"
"My cock may be pretty hot, but it likes attention too much to give up easily. Still think you can handle it?"
"Good question. We'll find out together."
That prick inside her grinding pussy was screamingly good, and scraping her clit along the shaft was driving her wild inside.
Veronica started humping with greater speed. Her round, full ass-cheeks jiggled as she hit his loins and her big, well-formed tits jounced around excitedly in the cupping fabric of the bra. Her fingers began to grip into his shoulders.
She erected her body, even leaning back a little as she flexed her strong legs and continued to avidly fuck his superb length of prick-meat. Her breath rasped out of her throat, accompanied by sweet moaning and gasping sounds. The fucking was getting to her bad.
There was no use fighting it. She didn't want to either. In the first place, she couldn't possibly outlast him. In the second, she did have that something to show him.
Now all of a sudden Sam was fucking with her. Maybe he wanted to slip through a message as well. Heels dug in, he was humping up at her downward cunt-shoves. The shock of impact sent rich thrills through her.
"Oooh, your cock is really getting to me," she gasped breathlessly. "Nooo, oohhh, I can't fight it ... I ... I'm gonna come ... oohhh, now, now, coming, yesss!"
Veronica's pussy exploded all over the place inside her body, ripping torrid sensations through her desperate system and gushing juices out onto Sam's prick. She held herself still and took the virile drives of his cock into the spasming clench of her cunt.
Seeing her sway and begin to soften, Sam relaxed into the bedding and welcomed Veronica down onto his body. She quivered against him and around his hardness.
"Looks like you got the better of me," she murmured.
"Temporarily."
"And you've still got your problem too. Damn," she pouted.
"Temporarily."
"I'm gonna try another tactic," she decided, lifting from him. She disengaged herself from his prick and dismounted to one side. She removed her bra and tossed it away, then crouched low alongside her husband's body, facing his legs, and confronted his gleaming prick.
She had never seen nor could she have imagined anything more suckable. She paused to admire the stretched-skin, throbbing red perfection of it, then opened her mouth extra wide. She snapped the oval of her lips closed and down, nipping at the purple fuck-knob and getting it to jerk with wild excitement.
Veronica continued the nipping caresses as she ventured down on his shaft, finally closing the oral ring tightly and sucking back. She opened wide again and surged forward and took hold and sucked back heavily. She did it over and over until she was sucking prick from bottom to top, deep-throating Sam as only a vixen like her could.
Her cheeks hollowed deeply with every pull on his prick, her lips emitting lewd sucking sounds. Her moaning throat vibrated into his cock-flesh and made it hotter than ever. Her head twisted and rolled as she sought out his climax with an increasingly avid intensity. She could sense it in there, just beyond the tip of her tongue. If she could only get at it....
Veronica wrapped a fist about the fucker and used it in conjunction with her slaving mouth, sweeping both hot suction and a squeezing feminine grip up and down the fiery length of prick.
"That's doing it," Sam breathed. "That's gonna make me come. Are you ready for it, Nurse baby?"
"Mmmmm-hmmmm," Veronica moaned in response around his super-charged cock.
Sam was beginning to writhe about on the bed, working his cock against Veronica's hand and mouth. "Now baby, almost there ... almost ... here it comes ... oooohhhh, yeeaahhh, yeeeaahhhhh...."
His cock flexed vividly and torrid jizz came shooting up the tube, flooding into her sucking mouth and swallowing throat. His balls were full to the brim with cum, and it showed in the volume that geysered into her.
It would be a delicious way to drown, Veronica thought perversely as she guzzled her husband's cock-juice. She jerked him off without let-up, pulling spunk up out of his privates, sucking and squeezing for more as his cock deflated.
Veronica took it in. Every drop he had to offer this time around. She knew that, soon enough, there would be another serving waiting for the taking in his balls, but that didn't make her any less greedy this time around. And it came to her again just how much she had missed Sam this time.
For want of a better expression, she was getting pretty stuck on him. She sure hoped Billy Joe came through with some big business, now more than ever. She wanted Sam around a lot more. She needed it.
Reluctantly she pulled her mouth from his flaccid cock and kissed her way up his oily, sweaty body. He looked totally drained and completely blissed out.
She kissed him on the mouth and the smooch, long and probing and sexy, revived him some. They could rest a while, then maybe a nice shower for two, then back to bed, then dinner, then back to bed....
"Welcome home!" Veronica smiled down at him.
CHAPTER TEN
When she heard about Veronica's back-seat adventure with Jason, Mavis knew she had to give something like that a try. Especially after having flirted with the idea with Thad. It was all like an omen. And that was why she met Bart at the office that afternoon in a rented limousine.
He'd gone there from the airport to take care of whatever business that had come up while he and Sam had been away. He wasn't expecting Mavis to meet him there, and he sure wasn't expecting what she had in mind to mark his return, but he didn't fight any of it.
The main feature of the limo was the tinted windows, including one that blocked out the chauffeur, enclosing any passengers in total privacy. And spacious comfort as well.
Mavis met Bart inside the building, in the lobby. They went out and piled into the car and were on their way before Bart had a chance to ask what she was up to.
Sharing a deep seat, Mavis squirmed in close and ran a hand down between his thighs.
"I couldn't wait for you to get home," she explained sweetly. "And we couldn't very well screw our brains out in the office, could we?" Bart chuckled. "Not on a weekday, at least." He drew her closer and kissed her. "I missed you too, hot stuff."
"Funny way of showing it, running to the office instead of me," she answered coquettishly. "What was all so important anyway?"
"We got a call from Billy Joe Brown. Know who that is?"
"I could take a good guess."
"He wants us to represent his company."
"Great," Mavis enthused.
"We're taking some pretty big steps toward easy street, my sweet thing. Hang on tight."
"I'm with you," she assured.
"We can start thinking about a vacation. Call it a second honeymoon."
Mavis took his face in her hands and gave him a big kiss full on the mouth. "I like the way you talk. How about a taste of that honeymoon right now?"
He breezed a hand up a nyloned thigh and onto the bare skin near her crotch. "Are you asking or offering?"
"A little of both. What's your pleasure?" Bart shifted his hand higher. His fingers then encountered the spry fur of her bare cunt and she let her knees spread so that he could check farther and determine that, no, she wasn't wearing any panties.
"Mmmmmm," he said, "I'm getting a few ideas."
Mavis lifted a hand to the front of her dress and pulled it open to expose her jutting tits. "No bra either."
Nuzzling her cheek, Bart moved a finger on her cunt in testing fashion. "You're getting wet. More possibilities."
"I guess I missed you. Your dirty mind, your cock ... your big, juicy, cum-filled balls...." She rubbed at his crotch and squeezed his responsive privates through his slacks.
"Do you know how many times it got hard while I was away?" Bart said. "How many times it ached to be inside your hot, squeezing, sucking pussy?"
As he spoke, he slipped his middle finger up into her cunt and stroked knowingly.
"As many times as I missed having it," Mavis answered certainly.
Bart's mouth found hers and, lips pressing against hers, he ran his tongue inside her mouth in a driving display of want.
Perhaps with a trace of shame, Mavis thought of Billy Joe. The Texas beer pusher and pussy hound had lived up to his word, and it looked as if he would follow through all the way. Now, being with Bart again, she just wished there had been some other way.
At least her secret was safe. Back there on the boat, with the three of them lying around together, Mavis and Veronica had leveled with Billy Joe about just who they were. He'd gotten a chuckle out of it and, gentleman that he was at heart, assured them that he saw no reason to let anything slip to the hubbies.
"Darling," she said breathily.
"Mmmm?"
"Let's ... fuck!"
He continued playing his finger in and out of the clasping flesh of her fuck-hole. "Mmmmm, you're ready for it too."
"You bet your ass. Let's see about you."
She ran her zipper down and reached into his pants. Her long nimble fingers negotiated his shorts with ease and she pried out his length of fuck-meat. It was still a tad pliable, but a few brisk strokes of her encircling hand fixed that up fine.
Looking down at his prick as he fingered into her pussy-opening, Mavis saw a plump drop of pre-cum emerge from the jizz-hole. She drew her hand up to just under the ridge and lifted the tip of her forefinger to it. Gently, gently, she began to spread the slick cock-sap around on the tip in swirling fashion.
An eager second drop appeared from the cum-hole and she made use of it. Soon the entire purple fuck-knob was gleaming with its own wetness.
Sliding her ass over on the seat, Mavis bent to Bart's cock. She stuck her tongue out and brushed it against the cock-tip, licking off the wetness without seeming to do so. The soft whisking of her tongue made his prick puff up farther and twitch with arousal.
Mavis lifted. "I think you're ready," she said, and undid the belt of her dress. She had the garment off in no time. She leaned back into a corher and hung her long, tapered, nyloned shanks wide. Looking between them, she watched her husband whip off his clothes.
She idled a hand on her cunt and thought on how she enjoyed watching Bart strip. He had a great body and whenever he was naked it usually led to a fuck, but it seemed to go deeper than that. He was her man and she was his woman and that bond added immeasurably to their pleasures. Why she still got so hot for outside action remained a mystery, but she wasn't worrying about that now.
Bart pushed his shorts off and was naked. He shifted onto his knees on the floor, facing her, his hard cock extended from his loins with lust filling every nook and cranny of his body. He reached for her hips and pulled her ass to the edge of the seat.
Mavis lifted one leg onto his shoulder and pressed the other calf into the small of his back. Reaching down, she stretched her cunt open. With the ease and naturalness of an old and familiar lover he slid his prick-meat up into her waiting, wanting cunt.
Her legs held him deep inside and she felt his cock-base grind against her cunt-lips and clit and his balls felt hot on her ass. She stretched both arms up over her head, bunching her tits together as she pressed palms onto the ceiling of the smooth-running car. It was a sexy pose.
Mavis had instructed the driver to take them on a good long ride. She would let him know when it was time to take them home. It would be a while yet. She hoped he wasn't getting too bored up there. Or frustrated.
"Good to have you home," she said to her husband. Her voice was thick and rich with arousal. Her eyes had turned shiny and soft.
"Good to be home," Bart answered, his hands sliding up to the thick-based cones of her tits. He pinched them familiarly. "I see you've been keeping hot for me."
Grinning, Mavis gave a squirm. She relaxed her leg-holds on him and gave Bart the freedom to move as he pleased. She asked him again to fuck her.
Bart acted reluctant to pull his cock from her any little bit at all. He backed out no more than a third of the way before pressing back into the hot, buttery softness of her fur-capped cunt. But Mavis had given him his lead and gradually Bart worked his way up to full-length, full-fledged fuck-drives.
Her body curved upward, changing the angle of her fuck-chute and making his penetrating prick hit on new, hidden spots inside her. She sucked air between puckered lips, a hot, pouty look, and she writhed before him, urging him on with both legs.
"I love having your cock up my pussy," she told him. "I love watching you fuck into me." Smiling devotedly, he moved his open hands over her body, concentrating on the full cushions of her tits. Presently he slid them down to her flexing legs. "Getting tired?"
"I have a lot of stamina at times like this."
"Save your strength," he answered, and lifted her legs from about his body.
"Nice move," she grinned, thrilling to the hot new angle of penetration.
She let him bang into her this way for minutes on end, then tried something she thought he might appreciate. Sliding her hip off the edge of the seat, she twisted onto him and welcomed his cock doggy-style. His prick remained inside her during the change and she felt that luscious revolving sensation inside.
Elbows on the seat, Mavis pushed Bart back. She went forward suddenly and back quickly, and stroked his cock for him. She moved him back farther and rocked forward and wriggled back.
"Two can play at this fucking game," she said, and continued cunt-stroking her husband. His hands played over her back, and her ass. He loved touching her and she realized how much she'd missed that.
Continuing to rock back and forth on his cock, Mavis lifted onto straight arms and turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. "Nice?"
"Very nice."
"Want something better?"
"Got something better?"
She looked him right in the eye and said, "Fuck my ass."
His eyes lit up. "Better!"
Mavis lifted a hand to his lips and slid a finger into his mouth. Getting it coated with saliva, she hurried it to her asshole. She twirled her finger into the hot butt-hole, stretching the chute entrance open.
"Give it to me," she said, her voice straining with rising want, her insides drawing tight with raw anticipation. "Fuck me in the ass." Bart pulled his heavy, gravity-defying prick from the sopping heat of her cunt anf lifted the tip with a tilt of her hips to her puckered, open shit-hole. Mavis gripped his shaft and pulled him in, her hand slipping on the slickness from her pussy.
Bart pushed his prick into her ass-tunnel inch by inch. Pausing freqently, he worked his cock from side to side within her chute, stretching her out. Mavis felt it, and the lewd tingles that chased up and down her spine and popped inside her nipples. She felt his pulsing fuck-meat fill her up like an illicit glow.
His cock-hair tickled her ass-cleft at last and he was all the way in. Right away they broke, Bart backing off and Mavis rocking forward. Just as quickly they moved together again, savoring the thrilling slides of prick in asshole, ass-tunnel on prick. It was raw and rich, bringing out the beast in them.
"Nnnnnnnn," Mavis groaned from deep inside. "This is how I wanna come. This is where I want your jizz, lover."
They continued moving against one another. By then Mavis's shit-chute had fully adjusted to Bart's penetrating prick and the fuck-feelings were taking full flight into her system. To complement them she reached underneath and back to finger her dripping pussy.
Stoking her own fires with one hand, she reached back with the other and grasped Bart by the balls. She held in one place as she rocked to and fro on his fiercely hard fuck-shaft.
She wiggled her ass lewdly from side to side and flexed her inner shit-chute muscles, doing all she could to please his prick, to please him.
"Do you like that, baby?" she asked. "Does this have what it takes?"
She squeezed his balls in her hand and could just feel the bubbling cum inside them.
Bart leaned forward and slipped his hands underneath to cradle her tits in rippling fingers. "You know how good it is for me," he said, his voice a little shaky with passion. "It's turning me on like crazy. You're one hell of a woman, with one hell of a body, with one hell of an ass."
Riding up to the end of his prick, Mavis pulled on his balls to draw him into motion, and into her. "Fuck me!"
She held still now as he took the pleasure of running his prick in and out of her super-tight grasp. She rested her body on the seat and curved her ass out and savored the raw richness of being thoroughly, manfully ass-fucked.
Mavis wanted it to go on and on and on, and for a time there she thought it might. But her body couldn't take all that stimulation at one time without something happening. Her circuits went snap, crackle and pop all through her system, and Mavis began to throw herself back against Bart's prick as her excitement carried her out of control.
Climax erupted from its secret place deep inside, rising up and rushing through her in wave after wave of terrific pleasure. She cried out once, twice, and then her voice was swept away by the wash of sensational release, and her mind raged over and she was a coming thing from lead to heels.
At the same time Bart's cock was squirting a boiling load of jizz and he was softening inside her. His warm body pressed her body into the seat like a heavy, comforting security blanket and for a second there she thought she might start coming all over again, just from being close to him again.
* * *
Next afternoon Mavis and Veronica were lounging in Veronica's back yard in their best bikinis. Their husbands were in the house, going over ideas they intended to pitch to Billy Joe Brown.
The mood of both women was languid, blissful. Their planned reunions had gone off without a hitch and things were more solid than ever. Husbands were close at hand, even if busy, but that was enough. For now. Or so it seemed, on the surface.
Mavis was the first to rise out of the apparent contentment.
"I'm worried, Veronica," she said.
"What about?"
"Me, mostly. I've been unfaithful, and I suspect it will happen again, despite everything. And if Bart finds out...."
"I understand."
"I'm not thinking about me. I don't want to hurt the guy."
"I know. I've been thinking about that myself. And Sam."
"And?"
"Well, either we'll have to change, not just our ways but also ourselves, impossible as that sounds...."
"Or?" Mavis was curious to know.
"Or we'll just have to take these guys of ours aside and broaden their minds a little," Veronica answered simply.
Mavis shifted onto her side to face Veronica. "Would you care to elaborate on that a little?"
"Nothing very complicated about it. All we have to do is get them used to the idea-or should I say the fact-of us being cursed with an insatiable desire for adventure."
"Yeah. Real simple."
"There is a way, you know," Veronica said. "And unless I miss my guess, it could solve a lot of problems."
"Oh?"
"I've had it in mind for quite some time. I've been waiting for you to reach the stage where you could help make it happen."
"You're just full of surprises, do you know that?"
"It'll take a little bit of work, but I'm sure we can come to a point where everyone will end up satisfied, and no one will be hurt."
Mavis was leaning forward with interest, so much so that she had to laugh. "We really ought to be ashamed of ourselves, you know."
"Yes, I know," Veronica concurred, and they both laughed this time.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
A short time later Burt and Sam came out of the house. Laughing and joking, bearing drinks for all, they joined the wives by the pool. They were done with work for the day, and it seemed a good time for Veronica to suggest they all go out for a celebratory dinner.
"Sounds like fun," Sam said.
"I'm sure it will be," Veronica said with a double-edged tone that only Mavis caught.
After drinks they split up and met again two hours later, changed into evening clothes and looking their best. They started the evening off with a refresher drink, then headed off to a favorite restaurant for dinner. After that it was dancing and then, well, Veronica hinted at a surprise and led them off into the night.
Mabel's yacht was lit up and waiting. Yesterday she had called and requested its use, at the time intending it as a change of scenery for her and Sam, but this would work out just as well. Even better, with a little luck. The ladies led their husbands onto the deck and let them have a look around.
"Some tub," Bart remarked. "Please tell me you haven't bought it."
"No, silly," Mavis assured. "I'm not that spoiled. Yet."
"I borrowed it for the evening," Veronica spoke up. "From a friend of a friend. Very hush-hush."
Bart and Sam chortled knowingly and asked no questions.
"Shall we go in?" Veronica suggested. "Dinner, dancing, now a cruise?" Sam said. "Kind of."
They entered the salon. It was softly lit, with a pair of couches arranged to face each other five or six feet apart. Mavis and Bart took one, Veronica and Sam the other. Soft music was coming from somewhere. The mood was readily intimate.
Veronica slid up to the edge of her seat.
"Gentleman," she said softly, "it seems Mavis and I have a confession to make."
All eyes were on her, only Mavis knowing what to expect.
"While you two were away, something happened ... Mavis came over, as you know, and we got to talking ... and things got kind of cozy ... and the next thing we knew ... we were making it with each other.
Quiet filled the room, despite the background music.
"We've decided to let you in on the secret because, well, the experience opened our eyes to certain possibilities."
"Gave us ideas, you might say," Mavis put in.
"What kind of ideas?" a stunned Bart asked.
"Sexy ones."
Sam looked at his wife. "Such as?"
"Doing it again, for one." She leaned closer to deliver the rest. "With you two watching."
"Of course," Mavis murmured, "that would just be for starters."
Stunned maybe, but neither was shocked.
They did have some idea of the kind of women they were married to. Thinking on it, they found themselves vaguely surprised that they were hearing about something like this only now.
Veronica fathomed their reactions with little trouble and gave Mavis an encouraging wink. Then she turned back to Sam, leaned over and touched her lips to his. It wasn't any simple kiss. It told him a few things, or reminded him of them, like how much she loved him, like how, no matter what happened, in her heart she was his and he was hers.
Across from them Bart was given the same unspoken message by Mavis. And then the two women backed off from their husbands and slowly stood. They turned and drifted toward one another, loosening buttons on their dresses, running down zippers, running down zippers, letting their gowns fall to the floor.
They were in their usual hose and heels outfits, with matching bras and panties. Standing close together and in profile to their husbands they undressed farther. Movements were deliberate, and very sexy. They were looking one another in the eye, capturing one another's attention simply by being there, nearly naked.
But they didn't forget about the guys. Each could feel both pairs of eyes on them. Really feel it. There had always been an unspoken agreement that one another's mate was off limits, and now there was a feeling of delving into the forbidden, like girl-girl fun the first time, or incest. It was wicked with a sharp edge, and a kick to the nth degree.
In heels, hose and lacey garter belts, Mavis and Veronica eased up against one another. Their luscious tits bedded succulently together, the fronts of their bodies touching, pussy-hairs meshing, thighs and hips meeting. Hands still at their sides, they touched noses and flirted with a kiss before letting their lips make lasting contact.
The pace was easy, for the sake of the men but also because neither wife liked to rush. The husbands did have some adjusting to do, and they would have to do it as things went along. There had been some rushing, sort of, at the beginning with both women wanting to get the scene past the point of no return before either Bart or Sam could protest or back out or anything.
No danger of that now. There might be some uncertainty, but faced with the erotic display before them their masculine urges would take over their thoughts and that would be that. If it wasn't already.
Mavis and Veronica let their fingers intertwine as they smooched on. Their mouths opened and their tongues flirted out in the open, where they could be seen. Out of the corner of an eye Veronica noticed Sam shifting in his seat, like he did when a hardening prick was giving him discomfort. She tingled, loving it when a plan came together.
Everyone in the room primed for the next stage, Veronica slowly knelt in front of Mavis, kissing and licking down onto the brunette's coned out tits. She lingered on and about the fleshy masses, sweeping her tongue from one haughty peak to the other, plucking at the nipples with her lips. Reaching around, she cradled Mavis's jutting ass-cheeks in both hands.
Sinking ass onto heels, Veronica kissed her way down Mavis's body and came to the curly brown cunt-bush. She wiped the pointy tip of her tongue into the soft thatch as she drew Mavis forward at the hip.
In high heels, Mavis was at the right height for Veronica's mouth. Ass down on her heels, all the blonde had to do was roll her head back and pull Mavis's crotch onto her upturned mouth, and that was just what she did.
Mavis trembled hotly. Her own head lolled back and she lifted both hands to squeeze her tingly tits in provocative fashion. An overhead light was shining down on both women and they felt as naked as they could be. And neither would have had it any other way.
Veronica gripped the backs of Mavis's parted thighs and pushed her mouth up at the bare cunt. Her tongue snaked out and played up and down the moistening fuck-slit. Pushing it into the opening, she pressed her lips up against the hairless outer folds.
Her hunger grew, and soon she was fairly bucking her mouth up at Mavis's pussy like a suckling calf. Mavis jerked with each bold prod of tongue and mouth, dainty gasps and cooes of delight escaping her throat. Her fingers dropped to Veronica's hair, pulling distractedly at the feather-soft mane.
Abruptly Mavis pulled her fiery cunt from Veronica's mouth and looked down at the wet-lipped vixen.
"Now I'm gonna give you some of your own medicine," she stated. Fingers on Veronica's forehead, she urged the blonde back.
Veronica lay down on her back on the carpet with legs reaching out to either side of Mavis. The horny brunette knelt, settling ass on heels as Veronica had. Before her, the woman now planted both feet on the floor and lifted her ass.
Mavis bowed forward and nuzzled her face into Veronica's elevated crotch.
Her tongue dipped out to lick into Veronica's cunt-bush and the soft, parted folds below. Underneath she played her hands against Veronica's balled-up ass and taut, raised thighs.
Veronica's coned tits shifted back. Gripping a sculpted mass of tit in each hand, she rolled her head from side to side to flick her tongue at her sensitive nipples.
Tongue equally well extended, Mavis stroked it cock-like in and out of Veronica's pussyhole. She mashed her lips and teeth against the clit and gnawed into the barrier between cunt and asshole. She whipped her face from one side to the other on Veronica's cunt until the blonde wench squealed with glee.
Veronica dropped her ass back to the floor and sat up. She kissed a waiting Mavis. "That was a hell of a warm-up. Thanks."
"Likewise."
"Let's go get ourselves some cock," Veronica purred.
"Amen to that."
Instead of turning to her husband Bart, Mavis looked and then swung around in Sam's direction. Similarly, Veronica's attention went to a captivated-looking Bart.
Shifting onto hands and knees, Mavis went to Sam. Veronica went to Bart with little hesitation. Mavis slunk her body up between Sam's legs and leaned her tits into his mid-section. "Hello, Sam," she purred.
"Hello," he said.
"Not many men get to fuck the shit out of his best friend's wife," she said lowly, temptingly. "Think you could handle something like that?"
"I'll try anything once."
Mavis undid a shirt button and slid a hand into the opening, touching his chest. She undid another button, and another.
"I want you naked," she said suddenly. "Vee said you had a great build. I wanna see."
"You look pretty hot yourself."
"I feel pretty hot," she answered, reaching down to push his shoes off. "Now help me." Her enthusiasm, or lust, was infectious. As she whipped off his socks, he loosened his tie and removed it. As they made progress, they noticed that Veronica was doing all right by herself.
The blonde's approach had been more direct. Skipping the buttons, she unzipped Bart's fly and negotiated a hand in onto his cock and squeezed. Her eyes holding his, she drew his cock out into the open, ducked down slowly and gave his prick-head a languid lick.
His cock was swollen and rubbery, at that stage where it was barely able to stand on its own. Veronica lowered her eyes and watched it fill out fully in her caressing kneading hands.
"That Mavis has been a lucky girl," she remarked.
I think everybody's getting lucky tonight."
Veronica smoothed her hand up and down the rigid prick-meat. "I've gotta suck this for a while," she said, crouching down.
Dipping her tongue out at the base of his cock, she ran up to the tip and swallowed it in. With an adoring moan, she lifted and applied suction. She sucked down on Bart's cock with another groan of pleasure and lifted slurpingly.
Across from them, Mavis pulled Sam's shorts from his hips and witnessed his reddened hardon swing up and slap back against the flat of his pelvis and belly. It rebounded to stand up from his loins.
Mavis pulled his shorts the rest of the way off and he was naked before her. She slid her hands up his thighs and joined them about his cock. Fingers interlocked, heels of her palms touching, she started giving him a two-handed jerk-off.
Her up-and-down motions had an easy pace as she savored the heat of his fuck-length, the throbbing manliness of it. She bowed down and licked pre-cum from the hole, then took a suck at the cock-head, but for the most part she used only her hands.
"We're going to try everything," she promised. "If not tonight, then tomorrow, or the day after...."
"I hope Veronica won't get jealous."
"Hardly. It's all her idea."
Sam chuckled and watched Mavis move up onto the couch. Crouching low on the seat beside him, she continued to jerk him off, now flicking her tongue continuously at his cock-tip. It gave him a chance to touch her body, and he welcomed that, sliding a hand down to the spread of her ass.
As Bart stripped to the waist, Veronica slid her mouth up and down his fuck-length. She managed to push his shoes and socks and pants and briefs off with only the slightest breaks in the rhythm.
Having the access then, she spread Bart's thighs wide and burrowed in to snatch his sac of balls into her mouth. Right away her tongue started to flutter against them, then changing to long, washing caresses. The scrape of her wet tongue down there made his cock spasm with arousal. She answered its livid demands for attention with a stroking hand.
Veronica sucked steadily until she was almost out of breath after returning to his prick, then lifted her head and took in deep lungfuls of air. She scrambled up astride Bart on the couch, squatting over his cock. Tucking the flared end into her cunt, she wriggled down.
Hitting bottom, she shuddered, and was alive with all sorts of illicit urges. Upright, she gripped the broad undersides of her tits and lifted their bullet shapes in offering. "Choose one."
"Both," Bart breathed, suddenly grasping her body and bringing her tits to his face. She laughed delightedly as he began to lewdly mouth them, using lips and teeth to feast on their splendor.
He settled down presently and used his mouth in a more patient and pleasing manner on her tits. He took particular pleasure in tonguing her stiff nipples, then sucking fully onto the stiff tit-peaks. His hands slid down and flexed on the round cushions of her ass.
When he paused to catch his breath, Veronica rocked into motion on his cock. Her smooth belly and tits rubbed against his body as she leaned forward and ground up and down. She felt her juices running, bathing him with slickness down there.
"You look like you're enjoying the change of scenery," Veronica remarked warmly. "Will Mavis be jealous?"
"Should she be?"
"I don't think so. Tell me, is there anything else you two have been keeping from us?"
"Plenty. Want to hear about it?"
"I'd rather live in the present. And for the future."
"Lovely."
Bart wrapped a strong arm around her, drew her in for a smooch, and she responded by lewdly tonguing his mouth.
Mavis was using her tongue as well, and Sam's cock and balls couldn't have been happier. Especially his balls. Her flicking probe could really stroke them, and his jizz was getting pretty stirred up.
"Fuck me," he breathed. "I wanna feel your pussy on my cock."
"Yes," Mavis hissed eagerly, lifting from his cock. "I want your cock inside me."
She positioned herself over his loins, facing away in a squatting position.
"I'm gonna fuck it, and you're gonna love it."
She took the flared head of his cock-head into her open folds and wiggled her ass for him as she lowered, working his prick in. She really was hot for it and thrilled to stuffing the lewd length up into her body.
Mavis squirmed her ass down onto his hips and found her head lolling back as sexy sensations chased up her spine. She groaned from deep in her throat with a rich satisfaction and pleasure. She had known Veronica got good prick from Sam-now she knew how good.
It was terrific that they could share, and not just because both guys were such virile studs, or because it would remove the element of guilt. No, the best part was that it was going to solve all their problems, as Veronica had hoped.
Whenever the urge to wander struck, Mavis and Veronica would have to go no farther than each other's door, or each other's husband, or each other. Somehow, husband-swapping was going to be enough to sate their lascivious urges. Veronica could sense that beyond any doubt.
Mavis opened her eyes and looked across to where Veronica was writhing sensuously up and down on Bart's cock. There was no jealousy, no possessiveness, none of that. Just sweet sharing, the loving give and take of pleasure-seeking.
As Mavis began to ride Sam's cock, she saw Veronica lift from Bart's slick fuck-pole and turn around. Sinking back onto it, Veronica's eyes went to Mavis, and the two women shared an intimate, satisfied smile. They both had the same feelings of triumph. The only thing left was enjoying their winnings.
"This is some stud you've got here," Veronica remarked.
"You too," Mavis answered. Like Veronica she was moving on the cock that was filling her up so wonderfully.
"Lazy bastards though, leaving us to do all the work."
"I'll say," Mavis chimed back. "I thought you told me this guy of yours liked to put out."
"Awright you two," Sam spoke up. "If it's real fucking you want, I'm sure we can oblige." And with that he toppled Mavis to one side on the couch. An arm about her waist, he held her on his cock as he lifted onto his knees on the seat. Across from them Bart and Veronica were adopting their own doggy position.
"I think we've let a fire under them," Mavis grinned.
"We're in for something good, all right," Veronica said.
Bart and Sam pulled back almost simultaneously and began giving their new playmates some long luscious slides of prick.
"Nnnnnnnn," went Mavis, "that's good. You weren't lying, Vee."
The fucking continued and their squeals of delight filled the room as long, slick, hard cock filled their pussies time and time again. Mavis and Veronica looked at each other across the open space and grinned in shared delight at their wickedness. And their good luck. Each with two men and a pussy to choose from, who had time to get bored?
